#donut be afraid to reach out and make friends

[prongsx]

we are not children anymore, honey.

warning: swearing, a bit insinuating, f!reader, fluff.

where jason needs to remind you that you're not kids anymore and teasing him isn't the same anymore.

1,8k words

You met Jason Todd when you were both innocent children, well, as innocent as the crime alley allowed. He was your best friend, most of the scars he had back then were from picking fights with anyone who raised their voice at you, anyone who tried to sell you drugs or tried to be aggressive with you.

You had an easy body language, both of you touched each other often and played the usual games that children do, physical touch was never a distant thing.

You secretly had a crush on that somewhat reckless and smiling boy who protected you, always holding your hand. Maybe in the back of your mind you thought that one day you would get married.

At the time, he was a little shorter than you, a fact that deeply irritated him but made you laugh. Then he was adopted by Bruce Wayne and you thought that would be the end of your friendship, but there seemed to be a thread that connected you, not even taking on the mantle of Robin could separate you.

Then Jason was taken from you in the most abrupt way possible, by the hands of death itself. But not even that which seemed inescapable separated you for long, the grief that consumed you could have destroyed you, but something in your mind repeated that Jason would never leave you alone.

When Jason appeared at your door, years later, his blue eyes looking haunted, you cried, something in your heart that was dead seemed to come out of the ground in the same way as your best friend.

At first, you simply didn't know what to do with this new Jason, he himself seemed a little lost, the well had affected his emotions. He took up more space, his arms and hands were bigger. Doubts consumed you, afraid of never rescuing the old bond, but then you bought your old favorite cookie and he smiled at you.

That dimpled smile, which lit up his blue eyes and seemed to bring a reckless air to him. And you decided right then and there that nothing would stop you from being his best friend again.

The thing was that your friendship was based on a time when you were both younger and more naive, feelings were simpler. Jason died before you could be friends during that strange time in your adolescence when touching your friend seemed strange, the only memory your body had of your friendship with Jason was a sticky friendship.

"Only you could make me go to the other side of town to get that damn donut that tasted like paper." Jason grumbles, closing the latch on your window as he moves his huge body into your living room. At that moment, you feel the room shrink, and it feels like any false move will betray your racing heart as you watch Jason remove his helmet, his black curls messy in a cute way.

"They're great." You hum, reaching out to take the package from Jason.

"Seriously, there are so many bakeries with better donuts." He retorts, crossing his arms, drawing your attention to the outline of his biceps in his skintight uniform.

"The best isn't always going to be the tastiest."

Jason rolls his eyes at your completely nonsensical choice of words, flopping his tired body on the couch next to you.

"Jason, did you just sit on my couch in your dirty patrol gear?"

"Sweetie, I just walked halfway through this shitty city looking for that donut. I have a right to dirty your precious couch."

You let out a grunt, knowing he's right. He has the right, but that doesn't stop you from lightly pinching the side of his hip, where his suit had a layer of fabric.

He doesn't even blink at your attitude, his hands holding your wrist, his long fingers holding it as delicately as was allowed.

"I thought you gave up trying to play fight with me," he whispers, his voice heavy with that accent that makes your legs a little weak.

You shrug, your body approaching him almost as a reflex, your knee touching his. It's kind of annoying how much bigger he's gotten than you, and stronger. Much stronger, you know he could flip you over with a single hand and honestly the thought is more exciting than you want to admit.

"Sweet thing?" He calls to you, still with that sly smile on his lips. You blink slowly, coming back to reality.

"Hmm?"

"Aren't you going to eat your delicious donut?"

"Yes. Yes." You say, nodding.

If before you thought Jason was cute, now you could write ridiculous poems about him, two stanzas just about his sapphire eyes.

He snuggled deeper into your couch, spreading his thighs and letting out a sigh of relief at the comfort.

"Tiring patrol?" He opened his eyes when he felt your hands lightly pinching his nose, trying to make him pay attention to you again. You would never admit it out loud, but having Jason's undivided attention was kind of addictive and intoxicating.

"You could say that."

You dropped the donuts on the living room table, suddenly feeling guilty. Even though it was just him teasing you, the store that sold your favorite donuts was really far away.

"I'm sorry I made you take my stupid donuts." He let out a breath when you rested your chin on his shoulder, staring at him from under your eyelashes.

"No. I don't forgive you." He teased, his hands going down to your waist and drawing circles there.

"Seriously, I was selfish." You repeat, looking down at the red bat symbol on his chest.

His blue eyes continued to stare at you, his hands coming up and lightly holding your chin, his eyebrows furrowed. Jason never accepted it when you seemed sad towards him, or when you made it seem like you were a hindrance in his life.

"Stop that shit."

A laugh escaped through your nostrils.

"You still have such a dirty mouth, Todd. My mother still blames you for the variety of curses I know."

He laughed, the sound going straight to your stomach. It should be forbidden for someone to have such a delightful laugh to hear. Jason wasn't as much of a laugh now as he used to be when he was a child, his innocence had been taken away from him years ago, so you drank every drop of his laughter you could.

"Well, I blame you every time I act stupid. We're even."

You reached your hands up to his hair and pulled lightly, like you used to do when you wanted to get back at him when you were kids. But this time, he didn't laugh you away or flick you in retaliation. His lips curved into a thin line and his eyes blinked so fast you thought you'd imagined it.

"Sweetie." Jason's voice was low, the nickname sending an electric shock through your body. "We're not kids anymore."

"You're still just as annoying." You joked, praying he wouldn't notice the slight crack in your voice.

"No, sweet thing, you didn't understand what I meant." He said, his blue eyes staring straight into your face. His hands moved down to your hips, pulling you closer to him, your legs almost resting on his thigh. "I'm saying we're not kids anymore." He repeated.

"Yes. I obviously know that."

He let out a long sigh, as if you were irritating him with your stupidity.

His slightly chapped lips parted as he said something that you were momentarily lost in, your hands resting on his muscular thigh. He gripped your chin tighter when he noticed your inattention and felt your hand on his thigh.

"See? That's what I'm saying." He let out a laugh that wasn't like before, it wasn't genuine and open-hearted, it was low and had a feeling you couldn't quite grasp. "You keep touching me and teasing me like we're children."

"I can stop." You stammered, very confused and feeling a little dizzy. This new Jason Todd, with more scars and less shyness, was making your throat suddenly close up.

"You're not supposed to stop." He whispered, his other hand coming back to grab the back of your neck and pull your faces so close you could feel his warm breath. "Just letting you know that now, when you lie on top of me and stare at me like that, my first thought isn't to play fight with you, darling." His hand squeezed your chin lightly as he added, his voice lower, "When you stare at me like that, all I think about is kissing you stupid."

Forming words seemed harder than ever.

"Ah."

"Ah," he mimicked you in a thin voice, a goofy smile on his face, his grip on your chin bringing your lips close to his. "I say I want to make you sigh my name and that's all you have to say?"

You clear your throat, your eyelashes fluttering slightly. The hand resting on his thigh makes an involuntary movement to lightly squeeze the muscle there. Jason's blue eyes darken, a noise close to a growl leaving his lips.

"You keep doing these things. Fuck, baby, every time you almost climb on my lap like it's nothing." He took a deep breath, as if he was losing his mind, closing his eyes so as not to get lost in his own thoughts. "You must know what you're doing to me."

"No. I. No." You repeated, still very overwhelmed by how close you were. Your best friend, staring at you like he was about to destroy you.

He smiled again at your mental confusion, brushing his lips against yours and letting out a low moan that made you gasp. "Let me kiss you, please?"

You nodded, crashing your lips against his before you had to beg for it. Jason's lips were rough against yours, as if he was punishing you for making him wait, for making him yearn for this.

Jason's ability to focus on multitasking was evident when he pulled you to sit fully on his lap, without separating your lips, his hands moving up and down your body, swallowing the small moans that came out of your mouth.

"I think I've already thought of a way for you to pay for your stupid donuts," he whispered, pulling your lips away for a few seconds to smile at you.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years. Your hands cupped his face, caressing his cheek. There were so many questions and doubts swirling around your mind, but Jason pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

"Honey, it took you a long time to realize that you're mine. Just relax."

You blinked away the tears, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, a genuine smile on your lips.

Your best friend was in love with you too, and everything would be okay.

I hope you liked it, sorry for the mistakes, I need to review all my works. My epub box is open, I just want to write more for Jason!! I'm stupid for him. And I'll be dying on the hill that Jason Todd has a dirty mouth. I'm trying to write for a gender-neutral reader but I've discovered that I have difficulty, I'm sorry, but I'll keep trying.

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Halloween

Summary: Halloween is just around the corner and it finally brings you closer to Spencer

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I have no idea why this came to my mind during Christmas but here we are, I hope you enjoy it!

“So, do you already have a costume idea?” Garcia asks as I come in. She insisted that the team celebrates Halloween together after finding out that none of us planned anything special that day. “Not yet. But Spence and I wanted to make pumpkin muffins, we'll bring them with us,” I tell her. "Making muffins, how boring. You should make out instead. In the kitchen. No wait, in the kitchen after making muffins,” Garcia says excited and grins.

"Who’s making out in the kitchen?" Morgan asks as he comes around the corner. "Reid and her,” Garcia says. "What? Pretty boy and pretty girl finally make out?" he asks in disbelief. „Shh, he can arrive any moment. And no, we didn’t make out,” I tell Morgan. “Boring,” he says and I roll my eyes at him.

When I started at the BAU, I spent a lot of time with Spencer from the beginning. I loved listening to his ramblings, he taught me to play chess and we always talked about our favorite books and movies. We started to hang out together and over the time, my crush got worse and worse. Eventually I was head over heels in love with him before I could stop it. But I’m too afraid to tell him because we've been friends for so long, even though the others think he's just as in love as I am.

“Why don’t you ask him if he wants to make a partner costume with you?” Gracia asks me. “Babygirl, you always have the best ideas,” Morgan says and I smile. “Why didn't I think of it myself? The idea is great!” I agree. “Oh that’s gonna be so good,” Gracia says when the door opens and Spencer comes in with a coffee and a bag from my favorite bakery.

“Good morning,” he says and hands me the bag. “I heard that they make pumpkin donuts because of Halloween, so I brought you one. It’s from your favorite bakery,” he says and smiles. Morgan and Gracia look at each other and grin. “Oh wow, thank you so much! Did you try them too?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “Then we have to try it together!” I say and reach for the donut and hand it to him. "Just take a bite. It doesn't bother me." He nods and takes a bite of the donut. “They’re really good,” he says and gives me a thumbs up and a smile. I take a bite of the donut too. “Oh wow, I think I've found my new favorite pastry for autumn,” I say with my mouth full of the donut and Spencer smiles again. “I’m glad you like it.” He looks so cute, I just want to kiss him.

“Hey lovebirds, you're not here to feed each other pumpkin donuts, there's still a lot of paper work waiting for you,” Derek says and points to the large stacks on our tables. Spencer turns red and turns away quickly to hide it. I sigh and reach for the first file, Morgan is right, the work doesn't do itself. And we should use the time before we get called away due to a new case.

-

Half a dozen paper files later, we’re finally done with our work. My head is spinning and even though I've had much more stressful days at work, I'm totally exhausted. Emily and JJ finished work half an hour ago. Rossi is still in Hotch's office to discuss a case and Spencer is just finishing up his last bit of work. I wanted to wait for him so I could ask him about the costume.

He packs up all his things and after saying goodbye to everyone we make our way to the elevator. "Spence, do you already have a costume for the Halloween party? I don't really know what to do yet," I ask to steer the conversation in the right direction. “Not yet, I have some ideas but haven't really decided yet. But I wouldn't tell you anyway, I want it to be a surprise," he says and grins.

“I, um, I was thinking we could, you know, maybe we could make a partner costume?" I ask him and blush. “Oh wow, that’s a great idea! Did you have any couple - uh I mean partner costumes in mind? Since we’re, I mean, since we’re just going as friends,” he says. He’s nervous now too. “To be honest, I don't have any ideas yet. But I will think about it, we'll come up with something eventually. I mean, we still have time left until it’s Halloween,” I say and smile. “Right,” he says and we leave the building and go over to the parking lots.

“Do you need a ride home?” I ask him and Spencer shakes his head. “I'm here by car too but thank you anyway,” he says. “Well then I'll see you tomorrow. And thanks again for the donut,” I say and unlock my car. He smiles and blushes again. He looks so cute, especially when he blushes. "You’re welcome, I'm glad you liked it. See you tomorrow then,” he says and gets into his car too. Before I leave, I send Garcia a quick message. "He agreed!! :)" She answers immediately. "I can hardly wait. I'm excited to see your costume." I smile. Hopefully the time until Halloween will pass quickly. I can hardly wait.

-

Almost two weeks later the time had finally come. I'm just waiting all morning for the time to pass. Spencer wanted to come early in the afternoon so that we have enough time to make the muffins and then get ready together afterwards.

Last week, after some back and forth, we finally decided on a costume. At my request, we watched Suicide Squad on one of our weekly movie nights. Then the idea came to me to go as Harley Quinn and Joker. Reid wasn't entirely convinced at first, but he couldn't say anything against my argument that he has the perfect hair length and after seeing me so excited, he agreed. We planned our costumes and after a while he got just as excited as I am.

To make time go by faster, I clean my whole apartment again and prepare everything for the pumpkin muffins. Time passes painfully slow but eventually it’s finally 4 o‘clock and the doorbell rings. My heart automatically starts beating faster and I rush to the door. “Hello, I bought us pumpkin donuts, today is the last day they have them,” he greets me. “Hey Spence, thank you so much! I’m really gonna miss them, they made my Halloween time even more sweet. Especially since you always brought them to me.” He blushes, takes off his shoes and we go into the kitchen.

“I've already started to prepare a few things for the muffins. Then we'll have more time to get ready later,” I explain to him. “That’s good, thank you. You have to help me with my makeup anyway, I don't think I can do it that well,” he says and I nod. "No problem, I can do it. Did you get the green hairspray?" I ask him. He nods. "The last bottle, I was lucky.” He goes over to the sink to wash his hands. I turn on some music and we start baking.

I keep snacking on the dough all the time and Spencer just shakes his head laughing. “We won't have anything left for the muffins if you keep on eating all the dough,” he says. “I know, but it just tastes soo good,” I exclaim and take some more.

-

2 hours later the muffins are all ready and decorated. I put them on the balcony so that they can cool down while Spencer goes in the bathroom to change into his costume. We haven't seen each other's costumes yet, even though we know what it will look like. I go into my room and take my costume out of the closet.

I keep getting stuck in my fishnet tights but manage to put them on after what feels like forever. When I'm finally finished, I look at myself in the mirror again. My shorts are not covering that much but honestly I don't care. I want to driver Spencer crazy tonight. I quickly put my hair in two ponytails and take all my makeup with me into the living room. I'm going to do Spencer's makeup first before I finish getting ready.

He's struggling with the hair dye bottle when I come out. He looks up and his gaze wanders over me. "Wow, you look perfect - I mean the costume. Not that you aren't perfect too, but the costume fits you perfectly. That's what I meant,” he says. I have to hold back my laughter. That's off to a good start already. “Your costume is amazing too, Spence. Purple suits you,” I say and take the bottle out of his hand to open it.

“Do you want me to put it on?” I ask him and he nods. “A little help wouldn’t be bad. But if you want you can get ready first,” he says. “No, I will help you with your hair and make up and then it’s my turn. I can still put on make-up quickly even under stress,” I tell him. "I don't want you to be stressed because of me,” he says. "Don't worry, I’m not,” I tell him and point to the couch for him to sit down.

“Hair or make up first?” I ask him. “Make up,” he says and I reach for my bag. I take two clips so I can keep his hair out of his face. I giggle when I see him like this and quickly take a picture. “Hey, you're supposed to do my makeup, not taking pictures," Spencer interjects with a laugh and tries to take my phone away from me. But I'm quicker and let it disappear back into my pocket. "Sorry but I had to, you just look so cute with the clips,” I say before I reach for the makeup.

I'm really close to his face and it makes me nervous, especially because he's looking into my eyes the whole time. He has the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. I get lost in them for a moment but then I tear my gaze away from his eyes and focus on applying the makeup. I lean further forward to get a better look before I start applying it but I stumble and lose my balance, falling straight into Spencer's arms.

I turn bright red and try to stand up while straddling Spencer's lap. His hands are on my hips because he tried to catch me. Our faces almost touch and my heart is beating faster than ever. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I just lost my balance, I had to lean so far forward so I could see -“ I begin to explain myself but Spencer interrupts me by taking my face in his hands and kissing me.

For a second I'm overwhelmed by the situation because I didn't expect it at all but then I kiss him back immediately. The kiss is gentle and I run my fingers through his hair and briefly break away from the kiss to take out the clips because they are annoying at the moment. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Spencer admits, pulling me even closer to him. “Me too, Spence,” I say, leaning forward to kiss him once more. His hand are gently roaming over my body. I craved this feeling, having him to this close to me, for a long time now.

We keep kissing and after a while I pull away from him. "We should continue to get ready now, otherwise we'll be way too late. The others will tease us all evening then. And this time, rightly so." I say and grin. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I never want to stop kissing you,” Spencer simply says and places another kiss on my mouth. “You only have to stop for now. You can keep kissing me when we’re all ready,” I tell him and play with his hair.

He looks in my eyes and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. He suddenly seems a bit nervous and I nudge him. "What's wrong?" I ask him. “Do you, uh... I mean, should we, uh... I mean, I need to know, do you want to be my girlfriend? Because that's what I want. For long time. Since I first saw you, to be more exact. So I want to know if you want that too, because then we have to think about telling the others and -“ he starts with a faint blush on his cheeks but I cut him off by gently placing a finger on his lips.

“Of course I want that Spencer. I always wanted that. I've been head over heels in love with you ever since you sat next to me on the jet my first day and stated me 1000 statistics about absolutely everything imaginable. I wanted to listen to you forever,” I tell him. He smiles and pulls me into his arms. “I love you. So much that I don't want to let you go just yet. What do you say, kissing and cuddling for 10 more minutes?" he asks me and grins. “You are impossible. And unfortunately also irresistible. Okay, 10 more minutes before we get ready. I love you, my pretty genius.” I say and tap him on the nose before I lean forward and kiss him once more.

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So you have a demon living inside of you?

A Jasminka centric fanfic 🍩✨️

Jasminka finally reveals she has a demonic spirit inside of her that she keeps at bay with snacks

Warnings: Ukraine famine mentioned (I have made the fic before the war) maybe medical neglect tw over eating tw

So you have a demon living inside of you? Amanda asked to make sure she heard right

Yep

Actually demons but yes

But if I feed them its all right

Wait so that time I lost the race cause of that donut was because of that

Im sorry I remembered that for you for too long...

Yes I always eat extra just in case

I promise I didnt mean to lose it back then

Im sure there is a cure Diana says in a serious tone while sounding a bit more worried than usual but still keeping her composure

No she raised a hand to stop her

I already made peace with them

We actually become kind of friends

I give them snacks to not destroy the world and they keep me company

She smiled her usual sweet smile

Like she was when she was offering some chocolate chip cookies

Just this matter was quite more serious

They are actually really misunderstood spirits

Sits down to start to tell the story

Many years ago back in Ukraine there was a human made Great Famine

And these spirits are all thats left

Lotte covered her mouth Diana looked shocked and all could Akko do is gasp

But Jasminka continued before seeing anymore reactions

She kept it to herself for too long

And she didnt know if she could continue if she would look everyone in the eye

They were so angry that they wanted to destroy all that pain and the only way they thought they could is to just destroy everything

For many years that was their plan

But they couldnt cause they were too weak

not without a body

Not without a host

And one day they found me

I was a lonely child I was using my summer days in Ukraine to lay outside on the grass and eating chips

And then they found me

At the start I didnt know what got into me I felt great pain and hunger

That 3 meals a day couldnt cover anymore I became angry and explosive

And had powers too big for my age

I got food from every place I could get my hand on and stole if I didnt

At the start my parents thought it was just emotions from starting to become a teenager

But when I blew up the kitchen at 11 which was too much power for an 11 year old and "my favorite place" as they liked to call it

they realized maybe there was something more to it they realized maybe there was something wrong

So they took me to see many witch doctors in many professions

That all didnt know what to do

Till I reached a spirit magic witch

Like Lotte

All eyes were turned to Lotte

Like me?

Yes How they found out what was wrong was they took me to a spirit magic user

And they talked to my spirits and told my parents what was wrong

I was very young so I dont remember very much

Just the whole if you wont eat enough the world might end

But all I remember after that trip I was allowed to eat a lot more snacks

And I finally felt like myself again

She posed cause she heard a small voice starting to speak

By the way I know Im not as good as those witches in spirit magic

But just know that if you ever need help with trying to communicate with them Im here said Lotte

And if you need help stealing some food Im here too Akko blurted

Sucy looked judging Akko's interruption and was about to make a snarky comment

But before she could say anything Jasminka said

Thanks I appreciate all the support I could get smiling her usual smile but a bit less worry free this time

Wait back to the all the world is ending bit Amanda said

Might she pointed

Thats what she worried that all they would see her is as a threat

Everyone else she had let close in the past has left

She needs to keep it together they are her friends after all

How do you handle the stress of complete doom over everything above your head?

When you are afraid of something for so long you start to barely notice it

And so do you want to have my number as an emergency contact for if you need food

Yes I would love to

Amanda is right you should have a safety plan

And I know you dont want to banish your spirits

And I respect that but I believe you need a plan b for if you somehow fail Diana said

She didnt like to think about that she usually thought about it only before she went to sleep a space where she knew she was helpless to do anything if everything turned wrong

And wonder if the next time she would wake in the morning everything would be gone

Diana continued Thats why we need to find something to protect you

Protect you she liked that

Usually others made it always sound like it was to prevent the whole world doom

They made it sound like only she is the problem that needs to be stopped

And wouldnt at all be in forever misery and pain or even gone too if it were to happen

Now she just realized that never heard that as a child hurt

A pain she didnt know she had

Um thank you she said while taking another bite of her chips and hoped no one will notice

Its the least I could d-

Diana got cut off by Jasminka crying bout

But the doctors said was no way

Maybe there wasent back then but since then the amount of magic we have and advancements we have made could be enough Diana retorted

But they said the magic was too strong she felt desperate

Thats what she knew for so long it pained her for so long and there might be a way?

She knew not to let her hopes up

But she also knew since then cause it seemed fixed her parents just kinda left it

They didnt know the anxiety she had felt each night

And they didnt know how her stomach hurt a lot of the time cause she couldnt take any chances and overate

But Diana is right

There might be new solutions

Diana continued again The thing is we dont need to contain it we just need to redirect it

Till you get something to eat which at max could be a few hours

If its with teleportation magic or converting the energy

We are lucky to be in a school with the number 1 expert in magic conversions

Professor Croix

And Im not sure if you are aware but she owes us

And I will accompany you Akko raised her hand clearly trying to be there for her even if her biggest experty is Shiny Chariot

You cant you are already failing your classes Diana replied immediately

Akko's face had fallen and looked like a sad puppy

Diana coughed you cant all the time

We will take turns in accompanying you

I will come most of the time for the technicalities and Lotte will come too

Me??

Yes since you have more knowledge of the technicalities of spirits and how they work

Lotte nodded

And other will come for emotional support since Im not always the best at it I admit

And I need Lotte's full attention

Did everyone understood Diana exclaimed

Everyone nodded in unity

Good

A weight had lifted off her chest they are really by her side

Not just for their own safety but for her

Now I will later make you a list of all the things we need to do to figure out a permanent solution

You dont need to carry that weight on your shoulders alone anymore

Diana gaze softened

She already stopped feeling that way

But still she was starving for any reassurance she could get

Talking about starving she noticed she reached the crums of the bag and opened some toffee

And she thought maybe she could be eating more for herself

And not just out of fear

Maybe this will be one of the last times she will have to

[xojennyboo]

Pregnancy

A/N: Something short but cute and a bit smutty. Thank you to the people who have liked my posts. Don't forget to request anything you guys want! Happy Reading!

You've been married to Harry for over a year now. Everything has been blissful since you guys tied the knot back in England. The wedding was small and intimate, only inviting you and Harry's close friends and family.

During the year, you've been supporting Harry when he's on tour and traveling. At first, this was a small fear of yours. You wondered whether or not his traveling would cut into your time together. Of course you didn't have an issue with his career, it's what made him happy.

During the first couple of months of being married, you and Harry had a conversation about your married lives together. You both had decided on starting a family. This is something both of you had wanted, even before you were married. At last, after several months of trying, you fell pregnant with your first child. You had surprised Harry one night with the pregnancy test, a picture of your first ultrasound, and a cute little onsie. He was so extatic. After about 3 months in, you decided to tell everyone, starting with your families first. Once you reached 6 months, you started to feel the pregnancy hit you, especially with the tiredness.

Luckily, by the time you reached 3 months, the tour had ended and Harry dedicated most of his time to you. He was very attentive especially when it came to your pregnancy cravings. He made it possible to get you what you wanted, when you wanted it...at a reasonable time.

Currently, you are both sitting in bed, watching tv, and eating donuts. Sweets has become your craving recently. You were craving donuts so Harry took it upon himself to get us a dozen of Krispy Kreme donuts, my favorite! Once you were done, you lied there cuddling. Another bad thing that has gotten into you while you were pregnant was how horny you were getting. Both of you were afraid of having sex because you didn't want to hurt the baby, although the doctor said it was fine, but still.

Harry was currently spooning you. He loved cuddling and being able to rub your belly and feel your baby kick. It was an odd feeling that made you both very happy. You were currently horny, and you wanted to test your limits. You rubbed your ass against Harry, feeling his bulge growing in his pants. "Mmm someone is getting a bit frisky", he says, burying his face against your neck, placing small kisses against it. "I want you", you say, turning around to face him. He kisses your lips, tasting the sweetness on his lips from all the donuts you guys had eaten. You both smiled against the kiss, opening your eyes to stare into each other's eyes. "Can we take it slow?", I ask. He nods and kisses me again, this time not breaking the kiss as he lays me down, my back now pressed to the mattress. "You're so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you", he says, removing his shirt off of me. "I'm so lucky to have you too", you say, also removing his shirt.

One thing led to another and now you were both naked. He kissed down your neck, nibbling on the area right below your ear that you love. He kisses down your to your chest, taking one of your breasts into his mouth. Your nipples are currently over sensitive, causing you to be a moaning mess at his actions. He continues down to your belly, placing small kisses all over it. "Cover your eyes and ears little one. Mommy and daddy are gonna have a bit of play time", he whispers, making you laugh and smile. He grabs your legs and spreads them, his face now facing your wet pussy. "Someone's been thinking about this for a long time", he smirks. "Shut it, you act like you haven't either", you say. He gently blows on your wet cut before taking you in his mouth. You let out a loud gasp, his tongue driving you crazy as he lick you. You grab the sheets tightly, your body getting hot at his actions. Soon you felt your climax coming, but Harry stopped before you could finish, causing you to whine.

"Patience baby, I know we won't last very long", he says. He positions in front of you, and slowly inserts himself into you. His cock stretching you in all of the right places. You let out a loud moan as he starts to thrust slowly into you. "Look at me while I make love to you baby", he says, grabbing your chin to look at him. You guys made eye contacts as he starts to speed up a little, not too fast in order not to hurt the baby. He comes closer to you, your foreheads touching as he thrusts into you. You reach up to kiss his lips, both of you moaning against each others lips. "I'm about to cum Harry", you moan, feeling that sensation again. He goes a little faster and soon you're both cuming, both moaning each other's name. He gets himself off of you and you both lie there smiling. "Thank you Harry", you gasp. "anything for you darling." He says both of you falling into a deep sleep afterwards.

[negasonicimagines]

Afraid / Part 5: A Chance Encounter

Wade reunites you with an old friend. The two of you cross paths with another.

“I brought donuts!” Wade cheered, waking you from your fitful sleep. You sat up, rolling your neck and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Ellie, meet our fearless leader!”

Eloise chuckled that same chuckle she always did. 

“We’ve met. We were roommates in school. This is what you’ve been up to, huh?” 

You stare blankly. What the fuck has he done? What is he trying to do? What in the absolute-

“Earth to Y/N!” Wade coos. “I remembered what you said about not being as tech-savvy as Datamine, and I figured maybe Negasonic could take over for you so you can focus on what you’re good at. More boots on the ground!”

“Give her a second. She always was a slow riser. Do you still need at least an hour or so on your phone before you get outta bed?” 

“I’ve gotten it down to half an hour on a normal morning,” you admit sheepishly. “Uh, look, I appreciate you being so willing, but I doubt Wade gave you the full breakdown. This position is… Traumatizing, to the uninitiated.”

“I mean, a lot of Weapon X footage has leaked online. Most people think it’s fake, but… yeah. I’ve seen some videos of that and some other stuff. I’ve always had a weird interest in that kind of thing, I guess. Hard to explain. So, you found him. I know we were never close, but that’s the sort of thing that warrants a text. I would’ve been nicer to this jackass if I knew he was your dad.”

“Sorry,” you reply. “I just figured you were busy with work and Yukio and all that.”

“Not too busy to hear that there was a happy ending to that whole saga. But I guess that would make me a hypocrite. When I heard about Theodore, I thought about reaching out and didn’t. I’m sorry. You could’ve used a friend then, with Logan being MIA. I just wasn’t sure if you’d want to hear from me, since it had been so long.”

“Always beating yourself up more than anyone else ever could. It’s fine, El- Ellie. I think going through that alone helped me grow as a person, anyways… If you’re sure, though, we can get started now. I have the perfect exemplar for you, actually. Come on.”

You make your way to the multi-monitor setup, sitting while Eloise stands next to you, crouched down to view the monitors. A respectable distance, but still uncomfortably close. You pull up your browser, file explorer, and a hacked version of the Weapon X file sharing program. 

“Okay, so I think this guy might’ve gotten out due to recent sightings, I’ve got this Google Alert set up here like this… If you don’t have enough details on him in our files, try looking him up by his number in the program. Figure out if he has any triggers, who might offer the best approach. In this case, he’s got a misogynistic streak, so Deadpool’s probably gonna be your best option. Determine what he needs to know and what you should keep to yourself. He’s staying in a 20-mile radius, so you’re not necessarily going to need to look into surveillance, but if you do, then you’d just go into this program here, feed it the picture and type in some identifying info… There he is at a Kwik Trip. And just prepare a memo, keep it vague in case it falls into the wrong hands. Never refer to a survivor as a package, though. Weapon X does that – we’re not them.”

“Right, okay… That was a lot, but it seems pretty simple.”

“And Y/N is always available for questions,” Wade adds. 

“I won’t bug you,” Ellie quickly responds. “But, uh… Why do you call him Deadpool?”

“Oh, I call him Wade sometimes.”

“Uh, yeah, okay… But he’s your dad.”

“That’s a very recent development,” you inform her, and she scoffs. 

“You always had the funniest way of phrasing things. I’m sorry I was such a jerk back then. We probably would’ve been better friends if I wasn’t.”

“I knew better than to take it personally,” you assure her. 

“Cool. Uh, so, just like this?” she asks, reaching over you to type a summary of the information in a Word Doc. You lean back, trying to avoid physical contact by all means. She’s as warm as ever, her mutation making her radiate a supernatural aura of heat.

When she’s upright again, you look it over. 

“Yep, perfect. Oh, but let’s nix that part. You know what an ass he can make of himself as well as I do,” you remark. “For right now, I’m avoiding telling Wade who’s personnel and who’s a survivor until he brings them here. I’d suggest you do the same.”

“Right, that makes sense. Can I tell you?”

“I’ve combed through that database about a million times. You might not even stick with us long enough for me to not know.” 

“I don’t know, I kinda like this. Keeps Deadpool out of trouble, you’re getting to work with a team that respects you instead of fearing you, it’s cool. I guess I’m just wondering why I’ve been invited.”

“Well, between you and me, I think Deadpool kinda has a thing for you. You’ve seen Vanessa, right? He likes girls with big brown eyes and attitude.”

“What the-?!”

“Y/N, gross! That is so gross!” Wade cuts her off as you cackle. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t know. Maybe he thinks I don’t have enough friends.”

“Dude, I’ve seen you at Ultraviolet before. You’ve got plenty of friends,” she remarks. 

“Yowch! Slut-shaming from the infamous feminist crusader herself. Maybe I should straighten up my act.”

Eloise snickers. 

“You make so much sense now. But honestly, maybe he was trying to force me to make a friend other than Yukio. You’re not terrible.”

“Not terrible! That’s high praise from you. I should go get properly dressed and all that. You two have fun.” 

You head out, making a beeline for your room. You’re not sure how you accomplished that. Sure, it’s been years, but the second she gave you that ghost of a smile, it felt like yesterday. Tears well up in your cheeks as you try to catch your breath. 

You get dressed in your usual garb, something dark and somewhat professional but comfortable and not too intimidating. You do your makeup, careful not to wipe your tears and smear it. Even if it leads to a greater time investment in the morning, it’s a lot easier to do your makeup and not worry about projecting the image to others. 

You step out and you’re immediately confronted by him. 

“What the hell was that?!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” you argue. 

“You were supposed to tell her!”

“What?!” you ask, laughing in shock. “No! She’s-!” You lower your voice: “She’s happy, okay? There’s no need to ruin that.”

“Whatever. But I’m gonna get my revenge for that fucked-up joke you made.”

“Hey now, you made the most fucked-up joke of all,” you retort, snickering. 

“What? When?”

“Roughly nine months before B/D, a couple of decades or so ago.”

“Hey!” he protests. “Wait, you’re not teaching today?”

“Nah, extracurriculars are on a mixed schedule. There’ll be an after-school session for the team, but my schedule’s open until around 3:30. I’m gonna head back to the office and check on El- Ellie,” you inform him. He trots alongside you. 

“You think she noticed that you stumbled over her name earlier?”

“I know she didn’t,” you remind him. 

“You’re scary,” he playfully commends you. “No wonder she had the hots for you, all spooky and mysteriously powerful. Like one of those paranormal romance novels!”

“No, things were different back then. I was so enthusiastic about… Everything. I swam, played the piano, heck, I was even on the cheer squad for a year, but it wasn’t really my thing. Not a fan of the uniforms – royal blue and gold, ick. Theatre was fun, Ellie and I were actually in a few musicals together.”

“No kidding! What I wouldn’t give for footage of that to lord over her.”

“It exists, but I wouldn’t. If she revisits her memories with me too much, there’s a chance she’ll realize they’ve been altered. She’s smart.”

Halfway there, your path is blocked by a pale, imposing figure. 

“Miss Levi, it’s been a while.”

“Miss Frost,” you reply curtly. “Has it been long enough?”

“Holy shit…” Wade whispers.

“Don’t be that way,” she hums. “It has been long enough. I’ve… Grown. I wanted to apologize to you for the way I handled things when you were younger. And by the way, those glasses really do suit you. They always did. If you need a new pair, my wallet is always open.”

You touch the frames. Shit, you didn’t even realize you were still wearing them. Why didn’t Wade or Eloise say anything?!

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Of course. It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Wilson. I may have some work for you, if you’re interested. Oh! Didn’t like that, did you? I meant actual work; calm down. Considering how well the last private investigator I hired did, I thought you’d be happy to hear that I’m looking for someone else.”

“I’m not a private investigator,” Wade clarifies. 

“You’re a mercenary. You’ll do anything for the right price.”

“And you’ll be respectful. They’re not toys,” you grumble, feeling the icy pinpricks of her cold power on your skin. The way you engage with other telepaths is uniquely strange. You can feel the sensation of their power in a physical way, and the same goes from you to them. You’re guessing Emma felt an ocean wave roll through her and nearly knock her off her feet before. 

Miss Frost sighs. 

“You think you’re better than me just because you treat them like chess pieces instead of dolls. It’s a game either way. Yours just has higher stakes, ones that are mostly self-imposed. It’s nice to see that you’re doing well all the same. We should go out for lunch sometime. My treat, of course.” Miss Frost brushes past you before turning her head and waving goodbye, adding: “Congratulations on securing the king!”

“What the hell was that?”

“My former academic advisor. Mine and Ellie’s, but Ellie got switched over to Colossus after freshman year.”

“I’m guessing she didn’t take too kindly to all of… That.”

“No, she didn’t. Miss Frost tends to see non-psychics as… Lesser, for the most part. She favored me heavily over Ellie, it- It bugged me, too, but Miss Grey and the professor already had a lot on their plates, so we were stuck with each other. I’m grateful for the things she did for me, don’t get me wrong, but… I just don’t see things the way she does. She thinks I’m naive, and I don’t think anything I’m capable of saying or doing would change her mind on that.”

“What makes you naive?”

“Treating you as an equal. Most people. My telekinesis is on a cellular level. Atomic, in theory. That in combination with my telepathic abilities puts me at a level-”

“Omega. That’s what it’s called, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s what it’s called. She’s an omega-level telepath. I am, too. She’s the one who taught me how to read minds, actually. Before, it was just the control – I know of at least one person who’s better than me at that, though. My telekinesis is what makes me omega-level. I’ve even been experimenting with waves,” you inform him, making sure he hears the last word in the ear you’re farthest from. He jumps, giggling. 

“That’s so neat!”

“Thanks. By her logic, though, I should be treating her as if she’s beneath me. But she’s not too in the loop on my telekinesis. It came to me later in life.”

“Oh, like her turning to diamonds. Stress can trigger it, right? That’s why… You know. They induce stress.”

You nod.

“So, what was it?”

“After the verdict. But I didn’t get it down to the cellular level until I saw you for the first time on that computer,” you inform him. “You wanna talk about shattering lightbulbs?”

“No, really?”

“Every single one in the school. And a couple outside. I think I heard someone complain about their headlights being broken, too.”

“Aw! All for little old me!” he coos, grabbing you and lifting you as he squeezes you in a suffocating hug. 

“Jeez, I can’t fuckin’ breathe,” you huff, and he puts you down. 

“Wow. You’re just, like, so cool. Seriously!”

“Let’s hurry up and get to the office.”

“Excited to see her again?”

“Nervous,” you admit. “What if I accidentally-?”

“You won’t. You’re stronger now, right?”

You nod. The two of you make it to Office D quickly, finding Eloise staring at the screen with wide eyes. Damn it. 

“Fuck, I… I tried to tell you.”

“No, no, it’s… Actually, I was curious about the resolved cases. You’ve… You’ve really saved that many people?”

“Well, some of those cases have to do with personnel that had to be… Handled.”

“Oh, okay,” Eloise says, nodding. “Still, this- This is a lot.”

“I’m sure if you had a record like that, it’d look similar,” you assure her. 

“Mutual respect. I know Miss Frost’s a bitch, but get used to it,” Eloise insists. 

“How’d she know we ran into her? It’s like you two are on the same wavelength,” Wade remarks. 

“You two ran into her? Gosh, I remember how obsessed she was with you. I think she just wanted to take credit for you, but it was kinda creepy.”

“There’s a void in her life that she tried to fill with me, but I couldn’t fit in. Kind of like my adoptive parents.”

“Telepaths – always better with the whole psychoanalysis thing,” Eloise remarks. “Anyways, I think I found one for you. You wanna take a look and make sure I’m doing this right?”

“Oh, sure. May I?” you ask, and she gets up, allowing you to take your seat. You read over the summary, seeing which sources she got her information from. “Yeah, perfect. You catch on quick. I’ll get right on that.”

You print out the memo and grab it before getting out of the chair. Oh, you are so back. You can’t wait to suit up this evening and get back out there. 

“I don’t get chess metaphors,” Wade whines. 

“Huh?” Ellie asks, looking up from the computer. 

“Something Miss Frost said when we ran into her,” you clarify. “She invited me to lunch and congratulated me on… Ugh, how dramatic.”

“Ah, chess. Remember how she used to make us play over and over?”

“Yeah.”

“You always won. I hated you for that.”

“I know. You never believed I wasn’t making you make bad moves.”

“I was a sore loser,” Eloise admits. “I’m surprised you never joined the team, though. They definitely could’ve used you.”

“Everyone wants to use me,” you reply. “That’s why I stick to myself these days.”

“Fuck, yeah, that- That makes sense. I always knew it was a burden on some level to have that kind of power, but it really does affect everything in your life, doesn’t it? At least it’s easier to know who to trust.”

“Except for him. And my biological mother. No idea what’s going through their heads.”

“And Theodore,” Eloise says softly. 

“And Theodore. But he was a little too young to have mastered lying, so it wasn’t too difficult.”

“You should take Wade to his gravesite if you haven’t already. I see it when Yukio and I visit Rob, it’s really- I mean, when you’re ready, you should. Sorry, I get ahead of myself sometimes.”

“No, that’s a… That’s a good idea.” You turn to Wade. “I was just thinking about going to lunch, do you wanna do that and then go?”

“Sure,” Wade says. “Yeah, that’s- Sure.”

You used to read to all of the children, creating illusions in the air to accompany the stories and using your abilities to make them less restless. It brought you joy to comfort them, the ones who were even younger than you were when their mutations manifested. 

When Teddy came along, though, you had to focus on him. He was in a private room in the medbay. Nothing could be done for him other than giving him nutrients and hydration through an IV, and some medication to ease his pain. 

But you tried to do something for him. A private bedtime story session. He couldn’t see your illusions, you couldn’t ease his fear or pain, but you could read and keep him company.

“One more,” he’d say. And there was always one more, even if you had to text Logan and ask him to grab another from the library. 

“One more,” he said that night. “Just one last one.”

“It’s not the last one. Maybe we should start doing chapter books,” you suggested. “I could read to you until you fall asleep, and the next night you can tell me the last thing you remember.” 

“I think this is gonna be the last one this time. I really don’t feel good. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just get cozy, and I’ll read to you. It’ll be okay.”

“You’re a good sister. I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, Teddy. What do you want me to read?”

“Goodnight Moon.” Of course. It was his favorite after all. 

“In the great green room, there was a telephone, and a red balloon, and a picture of– The cow jumping over the moon. And there were three little bears sitting on chairs, and two little kittens, and a pair of mittens, and a little toyhouse, and a young mouse. And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush… And a quiet old lady who was whispering: ‘Hush.’ Goodnight room.”

“Goodnight room,” Teddy echoed, his always-tired eyes looking even sleepier. 

“Goodnight moon,” you continued. “Goodnight, cow, jumping over the moon. Goodnight, light and the red balloon. Goodnight, bears. Goodnight, chairs. Goodnight, kittens, and goodnight, mittens. Goodnight clocks, and goodnight, socks. Goodnight, little house, and goodnight, mouse. Goodnight, comb, and goodnight, brush. Goodnight, nobody. Goodnight, mush. And goodnight to the old lady whispering: ‘Hush.’ Goodnight, stars, Goodnight, air. Goodnight noises, everywhere.” 

You heard the ringing of his heart flatlining, and closed the book. You could hardly blink, let alone get up from the chair. You just sat and watched him grow cold before the night staff finally made their way to him, gently lifting him and placing him on a stretcher to be taken to the county morgue.

[brooklynislandgirl]

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A Little You, A Little Meme || - Fair is fair. Beth has put Chris on the spot, and like a hero of old, he rose to the verbal challenge. She gives him a skeptical look over the voice thing, because she doesn't herself like it much. It's too soft, too husky, and she's never really lost her bird even after all these years exiled on the mainland. Most people struggle to understand her ~a thing she feels justified in, when they talk too fast or look away and she constantly has to ask them to repeat themselves, or make a fool of herself by answering what she heard versus what came out their mouths~ but then again, she'd asked for his opinion, not to parrot hers. The teeth thing makes her giggle. Even she recognised his admiration after that first kiss, even if she wasn't sure how she felt, other than maybe a little horrified. It had been left in Andy's lap to explain that his sister was different. That in some ways if the world knew, that she'd be considered an abomination. That she was, in fact, descended from a Rokea. A were-shark, who has, in fact, been alive at least since the Edo period. That while she isn't one herself, there are left over traits. Chris hadn't ever looked at her differently. If anything, he seemed more attentive after that. Maybe even worse, when Andy had to explain that she was mentally...ill. That she suffered from bi-polar disorder and sometimes she wasn't herself. She wanted to die of shame, even though Chris promised it didn't change anything. She pushes those thoughts away. She will, however, give him her backside. She might not be the curviest girl on the planet, and Andy often teased that she was so flat she could be mistaken for a two-by-four plank, but as she got older, all of excess settled behind her. She can't fault him for his tastes. "Okay okay, so...all kine bein' fair...an' you already know I'm bro-" she stops herself, knowing he doesn't like when she says that about herself. "-am different dan mos' people...firs' kine attract you to me...You've been my bes' good friend for years. You nevah make fun of me, you were nevah mean. You nevah were afraid despite...alla reasons you should have been. You an' me? Connected, Andy use t' say. Bet dollah f' donut so did Jess." If he can like her voice, she can like his personality. He and his sister had always been like family to her, made even more important when she lost her only real one. Even when she went away for school and made a new friend in Jay, they kept in touch. They wrote and called and texted at all hours, and he'd been the only one there to welcome her home when everything fell apart. "Second? Ya laugh. No no don' shake ya head at me. It's deep, soft and warm. Hearin' it...s'like...like bein' swallowed up in da softest flannel blanket on a New York wintah night. Or mebbe is like champagne...full of light an' bubbles up from da very bottom of you." She reaches out and boops the tip of his nose with one little finger, and the shyest stirrings of a smile. She doesn't normally put things into perspective that way.

"Las' but not leas'? All of you. Like your shape, your presence, ya body. Perfectly built t' like carry da world on ya shoulders or in your arms, an' I know ya do. Mebbe too often sometimes, mebbe for too long. Mebbe no one else appreciates everyt'ing you sacrifice. Dey might not see it, dey may not see you, but I do." She means that more than he can know. But then, before the moment can turn maudlin, she shrugs. "Of course you give da best hugs an' you know what dey say in medical circles. T'icc t'ighs save lives."

[kieran-kennedy]

Kieran shook his head as a biker narrowly missed Selene. He balled his hand into a fist, thought about yelling at the man to watch where he was going, but he was gone quicker than he’d sped past Selene.

When Selene made a joke about his six meetings a day, Kieran could only smile politely. She was right, but sometimes going for a run was the only way to make things better. There were times that Kieran overexerted himself, especially when situations were as dire as they were now.

His brother, engaged to his college best friend, and the position he’d worked for all of his life completely out of reach.

“It helps start the day off right. And then I don’t feel so bad for devouring all the donuts in the break room."

At least it was a nice day, Kieran thought. Even if the sidewalks were busy, even if Selene had nearly been clipped by a fucking idiot cyclist, at least it was a nice day. Early spring. Brisk mornings, but the weather at least warmed up throughout the day. Different than the dreary London weather, and for the first time in 24 hours, Kieran was a little bit glad to be back in New York, even if it was just for the weather. Stepping out, walking beneath the sunlight, among the busy crowds of the city that he loved.

And then Kieran remembered that he couldn’t stay in New York, and one of the reasons why was walking alongside him.

“A human owl,” Kieran repeated, trying (and failing) to picture it in his mind. Which parts were human, which parts were owl? He was afraid of asking.

“57th. I’m familiar with that area. One of my buddies lives out in that direction, but he’s never mentioned any concerning owl statues. A bunch of... really interesting people, though.”

'Well. Thanks for the offer. I’ll let you know if there’s anything I can send your way.'

Selene knew what he was like. What he used to be like; the odds of Kieran willingly re-distributing his workload to someone else were practically zero, but god, she hoped he did.

If not, she would just have to find other ways to be helpful.

Elevator doors opening, the loud murmur of the crowd; lunch hour. Black leather bags, some stiff, some slouchy, lots of overcoats, people glancing impatiently at their phones as they shuffled through the security line.

She was a city girl, she didn't mind the crush of people, but. Yeah.

Selene would be glad to get outside for a bit.

Kieran seems to agree. They're greeted with a flood of sunlight, a fence of trees lining the stately sidewalk.

'Do you live nearby?'

Selene side-steps a city bike, head swiveling slightly in his direction, pulse hammering. It was like trying to guess the steps of a dance she didn't know. These questions weren't new; the were pleasantly exchanged after every introduction, after a dozen work lunches where you tried to establish common ground, a repertoire of sorts.

It's just she's never had to do this with fucking Kieran. Her Kieran! The two of them had never engaged in small talk; they had just meshed together after the first words exchanged.

Selene feels the somersault of her gut.

'I've got a place on William Street. Some mornings I jog to work.'

And then something eases within her, minutely. Jogging. Kieran still jogs.

Selene chuckles lightly, still feeling about a dark room, uncertain, but there's a hint of something warm inside her.

"The six meetings a day aren't straining enough?"

But that seemed typical of Kieran; exercising, on top of his other responsibilities. He'd been into sports during college. Wind-flushed, hair tousled, lifting his jersey up over hi—

"Though probably great for getting blood flow to the head that early..."

A beat, and Selene shoulders her purse a bit higher.

"I'm on 57th. There's uh,-" A half-smile. "-There's kind of a big artists hub nearby, and the other day I saw them installing this giant human-owl sculpture thing. Like cast bronze."

Selene shakes her head ruefully; not only were they artists, they were rich artists! Selene believes a certain level of obnoxiousness is inherent. There were times she and Kieran had to dodge performing art students on the lawn. It's tempting, to bring up the memory, but Selene is still finding her footing. Isn't sure what would be appreciated her, what level of familiarity. It aches that it's something she even has to think about.

At least Kieran asked her a question. Whatever he may feel about her, about the engagement ... she appreciated that. Maybe out of the office it would be easier.

"But it's nice. Good location."

"Though I'm not as close you."

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Got chewby a new tug and some Christmas dog biscuits that look like donuts (we have mini donuts a lot but they usually have chocolate on them so we can't share with her so I thought it would be fun to get donuts that she CAN have)

And got harely a couple new toys. There's this springy toy that I thought she would like but it makes a squeaky sound when it moves (which I did not realize when I bought it) and shes a little afraid of it. And a rubbery ball with feathers on the ends that I didn't know if she would like but so far its her favorite. AND I found these cat treats that look and feel like chocolate that are made of beef fat and ive had to hide them from her cuz she was trying to tear open the box to get more.

[lukeycharms43]

13 on the beach list w jamie🤍

13. “Come with me on the floatie!”

(a/n: the reader can't swim bc I can't and everyone makes fun of me lmao)

"Cmon y/n! get in!" Trevor yells from the pool. the ducks were having an end of the season party and you being friends with Trevor got you an invite.

"Not yet." you turn from Trevor and go back your conversation with mason.

"Uh oh" Mason says with a goofy smile as a drenched Trevor and Jamie were standing over you. before you could even respond, Trevor had his arms under your armpits and Jamie had your ankles and they were carrying you over to the pool. they began to swing you back and forth over the water.

"Wait! wait please stop!" you frantically yelled. "I can't swim!" Jamie dropped your legs instantly but Trevor held onto you still.

"You're just saying that so we don't throw you in." Trevor says skeptically.

"Im serious Z, don't you remember last summer on the boat? I wore a life jacket the whole time and you made fun of me."

"Oh yeah." Trevor says with a chuckle remembering that fun day on the boat.

you let out a sigh of relief and returned back to your seat. The afternoon sun was getting hotter and everyone was in the pool except for you. Jamie got out and made his way over to yo handing you a bottle of water.

"You must be warm." he says, pushing his long wet hair out of his face. You always thought Jamie was really cute, and were thankful that when you hungout with Trevor he usually tagged along.

"Yeah days like this make me wish I wasn't so afraid of water." You laughed. "if I had a life jacket I would just float around in there with you guys."

“Come with me on the floatie!” Jamie says grabbing your hand, pulling you over towards the pool.

"I don't know J, I don't want to fall off of it." you say nervously.

"I won't let you fall, I'll hold onto you the whole time." Jamie smiles at you and get mason and Trevor to hold the large donut floatie still so he could sit in it. Once he was situated he reached his arms out for you and your carefully sat in his lap. He rested his arms around your waist, holding your hips just enough to give you security that you wouldn't fall off.

you splashed you legs in the water, which helped you cool down, and relaxed into Jamies embrace.

"You doing okay?" Jamie queitly says in your ear. You turn and nod to him flashing a big smile at him. "Good! so when can I start your private swimming lessons?"

[isaacforalpha14]

#117 Barry Allen and Cisco Ramon [Requested]

A/N: Fifth part is finally here! First part is #105, second is #107 and third is #111 and fourth is #114.

   There’s a dissonance of cheerful conversation, the hiss of specialized beverage equipment and the deafening chime from the brass countertop bell as an order is completed; the amalgam of sound a mere obscure mess of white noise, the soothing scent of coffee blended with a rich chocolate foam eliciting a sigh of delight. This has become routine; settling into your usual table near the rear exit, files strewn across the mahogany café table, mocha in hand as you wait for- there it is- the magnetism in the atmosphere as a neon yellow and maroon blur enters your peripheral vision and your files soar in the air for a moment before a playful scowl quirks your mouth. Barry Allen is standing in the queue; an adorably sheepish smile on his handsome face as he offers an apologetic expression and a subtle wave as a greeting. There’s a sudden gust of wind; hair tousled and blinking you release a forceful huff to blow the hair out of your vision just in time to see that the files had been laid in their previous spot  and a beautifully decorated donut lies beside your steaming mug.

Barry’s happy; he feels almost like you’re his. He’s been relishing the time he’s gotten to spend with you; the mornings at Jitters before work, the rushed lunch breaks, the movie marathons with take-out and the meaningful conversations at S.T.A.R labs during the second job. He feels guilt for the fleeting thought that if Cisco doesn’t come back, you could be his again. He loves Cisco like a brother. He's his best friend but he’s IN love with you and he’s not positive that he can ever let that love go. He wants you to be happy but he sees what’s happening, what happened, and the distance between you and his friend and he can’t help but feel like maybe the universe was correcting his mistake. You’re meant to be. At least, you were. He hopes that’s still the case but he’s afraid, if he’s selfish,  if he mentions it to you again, maybe you won't speak to him ever again. He can’t chance losing you completely. It would destroy him. 

“Hey.” A familiar voice interrupts the complacent silence, Barry’s expression darkens and his shoulders visibly tense. He instinctively raises an arm, shielding you from your boyfriend as he stands there with a crestfallen expression and his hands tucked in his jean pockets. “Can we talk?” Barry's hazel eyes meet yours in a protective gaze, a silent conversation almost pleading with you to be cautious. Cisco’s unstable. Barry’s mind just keep repeating the statement hoping that you’d receive the message telepathically, instead, you offer a subtle nod to indicate to him that it’s going to be alright and  his arm falls to his side in defeat and he excuses himself to a table a few feet away just in case you need him. “I uhm, I already apologized to the team.”

“Including Barry?” You reply with a hint of sarcasm, you already knew by Barry’s expression that Cisco hadn’t spoken to him. There’s a beat of silence, Cisco releases a defeated sigh trying desperately not to fight. He just wanted to make things right and he already felt guilt knowing that Joe had gotten hurt because of him.

“I’ll get to it.” He replies, setting his sleeved arms on the files before reaching a palm out in your direction. It was a peace offering, his affection, you knew him well enough to know that. You wanted to take his hand but a part of you didn’t completely trust that he wouldn’t have another outburst. There’s hesitation in your eyes, that fact hurt Cisco’s heart, he never wanted you to be fearful of him. Barry’s watching the exchange with baited breath, heart hammering against his rib cage as he awaits your decision. It feels like his heart stops the moment you reach out and place your hand in his. That’s it, I’ve lost, again. The thought makes a hollow feeling settle in the pit of his stomach as he takes a drink of his coffee, anything to avoid the pain ebbing in his chest. “I just wanted to apologize to my girl first.” Cisco murmurs, a quiet humorless chuckle interrupting the silence as he intertwines your fingers together, “I know I was wrong. We agreed to forgive Barry for Flashpoint. I shouldn’t have freaked out. I am sorry.  I just…I let the grief I feel for losing Dante get in my head. I blamed Barry. So, when I thought he was trying to take you away from me, I just-snapped.”

“I understand it’s hard, Cisco.” You whisper, squeezing his hand in a show of comfort. “Maybe-maybe now isn’t a good time for this.”

“Oh, yeah.” He glances at his watch. “You have work. Maybe during your lunch break we can-”

“No, I mean.” You swallow the dry lump in your throat, tears building in the corners of your eyes. “I mean maybe now isn’t a good time for us.”

“W-what?” He’s flabbergasted; in his mind, when he’d gone over this scenario dozens of times, this never occurred to him as an option.

“You’re still grieving Dante, now things are complicated because of Flashpoint.” You gnaw on your lower lip to keep it from quivering. The last thing you wanted was to cry in the middle of Jitters. “Maybe we should just pause this so no one else gets hurt.”

“It’s too late for that.” He whispers. He feels his blood run frigid, wishing he could take everything back and still be with you. He removes his hand from yours, feeling bile rise to the base of his throat as he stands. He opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out and his mind is reeling. There’s a second of contemplation, you wished things could be different but you knew this was for the best. Not only was this to help Cisco but you were beginning to question your feelings due to the amount of time you’ve spent with Barry in his absence. Those feelings you harbored for the scarlet speedster never truly went away and you didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even if this is hurting Cisco, it would be worse if you got further involved just to realize you were still in love with Barry.

“I am so sorry, Cisco.” You murmur, desperate to keep the conversation going even if just for a second. Who knows if he’ll want to speak to you again after this.

“Y-yeah.” He stammers, nodding as he takes a step back, trying to remove himself from the horrible scene. “Me too.” Just like that, he's gone, just as sudden as he’d arrived.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Nine: Plans For The Future

Mentions of: Stalking, Graphic Depictions of Murder, Bruises, Slight NSFW, etc.

A/N: Well, here we go…

Tags: @moonshineinasippycup @darthwhorecrux @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @froegis

You had an awful headache when you woke up. A part of you wanted to stay home, but you knew you couldn’t. It’s not like you could afford to take a sick day right now.

It was barely even a month since you started and you already wanted to take time off? You couldn’t. You had to show them that you’re willing to commit. That you’re willing to stay with them in the long run.

So, you rolled over in bed, checking the time. Luckily, it seemed like you had just enough to take a shower and get ready for the day without being late. With a long groan, you reluctantly got out of bed, stumbling to your feet.

A warm shower and a cup of coffee helped you feel a little better, awake for the day, at least. After you got yourself all ready, you walked off to the cafe to grab some donuts and coffee.

Once you reached the office, you handed out the donuts and coffee to your bosses and friends, including Rachel. “Hey, how’re you doing? I couldn’t find you last night. I thought you ran off with someone.”

“No, I just had to go deal with something. But I have the worst headache. That’s the last time I drink in a while.” You told her, making her smirk.

“That’s what I used to say. But then I found myself going to the bar every other week, and then every week. You’ll get used to the drinking soon.” That was something you didn’t want to hear.

The last thing you wanted to be was a drunk. And while Rachel is a great person, she seemed to have her problems with alcohol. At least she didn’t let it affect her work.

“Yeah, I’m going to go bring Jed his drink now.” You said with some nervous laughs. “Okay, just be careful. He’s in a meeting with some modeling dude he’s writing a paper about…I can’t remember his name.”

You walked over to the conference room, spotting the man from last night sitting across from Jed, recognizing him almost immediately. From the looks of it, you did quite a number on him, with his black eye, and some bruises on his nose.

Should you bring Jed his coffee now? What if he tried to hurt you? You took a deep breath, shaking the paranoid thoughts away.

It’s not like he can. He’s too obsessed with his image anyways to try to go after you. Especially not in a place full of journalists.

And so, you knocked on the door, waiting for Jed to answer.

–

Bored. That’s how Danny felt listening to this narcissistic prick ramble on and on about himself, occasionally jotting some notes down.

He didn’t even know why he was here. He should be writing more about Ghostface and the mystery of who he is and who’s next. He had more than enough content for that, but according to Jamison, he needed to have more “diversity” in his writing.

Apparently, diversity meant this shit, interviewing some model who was on the front page of a few magazines or something, thinking he was some sort of big shot. Thankfully, there was a soft knock at the door, finally shutting him up for once.

“Sorry to interrupt. Here’s your coffee, Jed. Can I get you anything to drink, Sir?” You asked Aiden politely.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes seemed concerned, angry, and afraid. But he still plastered on a smile all the same. “No, thank you.”

“Alright, and that’s an awful shiner you got there. It looks very painful. I hope you feel better.” You gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, and Danny couldn’t help but notice the way he shifted in his seat.

That’s when he realized what happened. He had seen you beating a man up when he was following you, but he had no idea who. This was definitely an interesting turn of events.

Someone had to teach this asshole a lesson and Danny was so happy it was you. He could see how embarrassed and angry he was, probably upset that you humiliated him, that you even hurt him in the first place. It gave Danny quite the show, and it’s all thanks to you.

He wished he could’ve seen it up close. Heard the sound of your fist smacking against him, over and over again, and watched as his face got all bloody and bruised.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you had a knife, would you stab him? Would you jam it into him repeatedly, hearing the nice little shiks it made, the delicious sound of tearing skin, muscles, and breaking bones? He could picture you doing it, cutting him open, with blood splattering all over you.

Danny bit the inside of his cheek, feeling his blood rush from his head, to somewhere else. His pants tightened, his cock pushing up against the zipper uncomfortably. Shit.

He needed to finish up this interview fast.

–

There were a few reasons as to why Danny wasn’t stalking you that much. He had other victims to deal with, and he didn’t want to rush into things with you. He wanted to take things slow and steady, but you were making things very hard for him.

He’s liking you more and more, and he knew that wasn’t a good thing. Then again, he always did prioritize his favorites, and you are going to become one of his toys…

He couldn’t help himself. He found himself flipping through the pages of his address book, scribbling down your name, address, and phone number, something he knew by memory. He put a few stars by your name, reminding himself to go check on you soon.

He pulled out his map next, marking an X at where you lived. Then, he got out his journal and started to write down a description of you.

________. In her 20s, pretty, young, and naive. Ambitious, strong-willed, and hot-tempered. Works at Roseville Gazette from 9-5 on Weekdays. Lives in Shady Oaks Apartment Complex, which is in a bad neighborhood + easy to break into. New Toy**

[jkstompers]

a royal engagement | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: the rough ground against his clothed knee doesn’t matter anymore when he sees the sweetest smile on your face. everything is perfect.

genre: arranged marriage but they wanna do it right!, best friends to lovers, royalty!au, FLUFF, crown princess!oc, prince!jk, surprises!, jk believes in soulmates confirmed, oc is so in love, perhaps jk flexes how rich he is in this ~(˘▾˘~)

warnings: mentions of sex, sexual tension, more talk of exes (both jk and oc’s), they both talk about losing their virginity, mild jealousy, mentions of menstrual cycles, a little bit of lip locking action

word count: 11.1k

author’s note: ♡ happy jungkook day! ♡ this chapter spans over a week and a half-ish! also i made a little oopsies in the last chapter when i said that oc had only been back in raemor for a week… it’s actually been a month since she’s left the city. i’m sorry about that! i changed it on an arrangement already, but i just figured it out when i was editing this chapter. other than that, i’m so excited for this series and i hope u all enjoy!! pls lmk what u think! ღ'ᴗ'ღ 

banner pic creds here! <3

jungkook had the utmost faith in you.

there was something in him that always knew that the love the two of you had ran way deeper than a friendship— probably more than a relationship too. it was something like a soul tie. something the stars created before the earth was ever created. two beings that were always meant to be together, in every universe, in every time before and after this. jungkook held his hope in that. his trust that the love the two of you forged was strong enough to pull you out of your room and into his arms before the plane took off.

the war between your head and your heart ended in a stalemate. you were fighting against something that you knew in your heart you wanted. your brain couldn’t make any more excuses to go against it when jungkook laid his heart out on the floor for you. you’d already made your decision before you went to sleep— before you even left jungkook’s grasp. but you were one for the dramatics.

the sound of the plane landing woke you, you were afraid you were too late. thinking that you slept in during a moment that could decide the rest of your life, you ran. bare feet smacking against the cold floor of the castle, before you eventually made it out to the garden and then the royal runway.

the sound of your voice that morning set it in stone. that jungkook will never love another the way he does you.

“jungkook!” you called out.

he was just about to board the plane for fenutar, jungkook and his advisors huddled into a circle to talk about customs and special etiquette since it’s been a while since he’s last visited. your shout interrupted the conversation. jungkook turned around immediately at the familiar voice.

the sight of you running through the cold, wet grass in your sleep wear with a winter coat and no shoes on. it makes his heart swell, with both love and worry. more so worry. “princess? what are you doing out here?! it’s freezing and you’re not even wearing the right clothes—”

you cut him off as you crash into his body for a tight hug. it felt right, it always did. “am i too late?” you ask, face snuggled into his warm chest.

he shakes his head, a little laugh accompanying the words. “you’re just in time.”

now, jungkook and you lay in your bed, staring up at the ceiling together. since seven in the morning, the two of you have just been talking about everything and nothing. mostly just appreciating each others presence. time passed quickly and it was almost time for everyone to start getting ready for breakfast. “so... how should we tell everyone? over breakfast?” you asked, pulling yourself on his chest and resting your cheek against his ribs.

he smiles at you. “sure, i heard they’re serving waffles, donuts— you know, sweet stuff.”

“and wouldn’t our news be so sweet?” you grinned. he laughs and you can feel his chest rise and fall under your head, the sound of his laughter just up against your ear. “should we go now?”

you move to get up, but jungkook stops you, placing a hand on your waist. “let’s stay here for a little bit longer.” he suggests, moving his hand up to run through your hair. “aren’t you tired from your dramatic show of affection this morning?” laughing as his fingers card through the strands of your hair. he combats your glare with a tender massage to your scalp. remembering how you’d always fall asleep whenever he did, and it worked. your eyelids fell and you melt against jungkook as he continues to rub your scalp gently.

love wasn’t scary. times like this, when it’s just you and jungkook; no expectations, no titles, no responsibilities. it’s just love. it wasn’t terrifying, it’s not painful. well, maybe it is sometimes. like how your heart beats out of your chest whenever jungkook looks at you, eyes glistening with admiration. like when you smile at jungkook and he feels like he could burst at any second just from the sight of you. love is hard to explain. love is whatever you make it out to be. and right now, love is in the curve of jungkook’s lips when he smiles at you. love is in the palm of your hand when you reach out to hold him.

the sound of the knocks on the door doesn’t register until the second round of taps. “princess, it is time for breakfast.” you hear from behind the door.

you sit up. “i’ll be right out!” trying to get out of bed but jungkook pulls you back.

“uh-uh,” he tsks. “you’re not dressed.” you furrow your eyebrows before you look down at what you’re wearing. a slip dress, the one you wore to sleep to be specific. “i won’t look, don’t worry.” he laughs, scooting himself up on your bed and covering his face with one of your pillows. he ignores how nice it smells, just like that shampoo he really likes. you bought it back in the city, raemor doesn’t have shampoos that smell like this.

he hears you rustle around in your closet before he hears a faint zip. “wait— jungkook, how does this look?”

the pillow is pulled away from his face and his eyes lay on you. with a colorful sundress draped on your body. it flows and compliments your skin beautifully. you’re beautiful. god, you’re gorgeous. asking jungkook for his opinion wouldn’t help, he’s biased. you’re pretty in his eyes no matter what you wear. “that— yeah, it’s— you look great.” he stumbles over his words.

“cat’s got your tongue?” you tease. in retaliation, jungkook ruffles up your hair a bit, making you groan and spend another five minutes in front of the mirror to fix it. meanwhile, jungkook pulls himself off the bed and straightens his outfit out, opting to leave his jacket off since it was toasty in the castle. he still looks proper and handsome with his white button up and dress pants on. for the last touch, you dig through your jewelry box, knowing that it has to be somewhere in there.

then there it was, at the bottom, tangled with a necklace from your mother, was the friendship bracelet jungkook gave you when you were twelve at the lantern festival. a dainty gold chain with a flower embellishment on it, signifying the promise the two of you made. he watches from afar when you put it on, trying to hide his surprise. “you still have it?”

you nod, “you don’t?”

“i do.” he assures. “i just didn’t think you’d remember it after all this time.”

you scoff playfully, walking towards him. “of course i remember,” linking your arm with his. “i remember everything.”

with that, the two of you step out of your room and down to the dining hall. they were expecting you, but not jungkook. the shock on everyone’s faces was evident. your parents, clementine, your ladies, venus, even blue. it was a good surprise though. both of your parents had to hide their big smiles behind their napkins. the staff kindly added another chair next to you for jungkook to sit down in. no one spoke up about it, if they wanted to ask, they kept their mouths shut. the two of you enjoy a delicious breakfast without any interference from any of the advisors.

but someone had to say it, and you were happy that it was going to be you.

you let out a cough before standing up, holding a glass of water and clinking your knife against it gently to grab everyone's attention. it only took a few seconds for all eyes to land on you. “jungkook and i have come to the conclusion that we will marry.” you announce.

the hall is overjoyed. cheers coming from your parents, smiles being sent your way from blue and your ladies. even the advisors, the most stern and inexpressive people you know (except for venus) crack a little smile at the news. “but—” you begin. silence quickly takes over the room. “only on jungkook and i’s terms.”

there is a bit of confusion amongst the crowd. so clementine is quick to ask, “and what are those terms, your highness?”

one. “jungkook and i will wed next year, when spring begins.”

two. “both of us will plan the wedding, with help of others, but the main parts will be orchestrated by the two of us.”

three. “there will be no talk of an heir until we are ready.”

“deal!” both yours and jungkook’s parents say as soon as you’re done talking.

“then it is settled! prince jungkook and princess ___ will wed next spring!” clementine announces to the hall and cheers erupt through the room once more.

jungkook stands and gives you a tight hug. the moment is all too perfect, the joyous chatter of everyone around you and the warm embrace of the one you love wrapped around you. it’s something you’ve dreamed of. “i won’t let you down, princess.” he promises you, in your ear, only for you to hear.

“i’ll be the best husband this world has ever seen.”

a good husband has to be honest.

jungkook has something to tell you, and he isn’t sure how to word it. he’s scared you’ll be turned off by it. it is a pretty serious topic, so he needs to say it, or else he would feel the guilt start to build in his stomach. then before he knows it, it’ll spill all out. so it’s better to nip the bud. get it done before it becomes a bigger problem.

the two of you were having a sleepover tonight. it’s the first one you guys had since you’ve been back. jungkook brought all the fancy snacks that his mother packed along with some drinks, while you had your contraband: face masks and matching pajamas for the both of you.

he looks funny with his peel off mask drying on his face. you told him not to make any facial expressions or else it wouldn’t work. jungkook’s been pulling a straight face for ten minutes while watching elle woods destroy chutney in the courtroom.

he couldn’t have chosen a worse time to speak up about it, but it’s been eating at him for long enough. “i have to tell you something.” he says out of nowhere. you look at him, trying not to react with your face. his serious tone makes you want to burst out into laughter, it was just so out of place.

but he looks somber, like how he looks when something’s bothering him. you swallow the urge to laugh and just nod. “you can tell me while i peel this mask off your face, deal?” you ask, moving closer and picking at the edge of the mask.

you wait patiently until he spills whatever he needs to say, but he looks a little distracted by the feeling of the face mask being peeled off. he’s already nervous, he tells himself not to get side tracked. so he just spits it out. “i’m not a virgin.”

well. that was one way to start a conversation.

you try not to show your shock, but your eyebrows were already raised and now your facemask is stuck to itself. “oh— oh my god, jungkook,” you laugh, covering your mouth. “do you want a high-five or something?” you can’t hold back the laughter anymore. you raise your hand up and wait for him to reciprocate.

if you were being honest, it did make you a little jealous. you wondered who he lost it to. it was probably jieun. did he love her? enough to want to lose his virtue to her? while the questions run through your mind, he returns the high-five, taking you out of the downward spiral of queries. you weren’t angry at him. there wasn’t an agreement between the two of you that you’d take each other’s virginities. jealousy is unforgiving, because you knew there was no reason to be mad but you still felt the stupid pang in your heart.

you finish taking his mask off, expertly in one piece. jungkook waits for you as you throw it in the trash. he’s still silent, not really knowing what else to say. he was waiting for an argument, in all honesty. but you’re smiling, seemingly unaffected by his confession. “do you wanna help me take off mine?” you ask him, sitting back on the bed, facing him.

he nods, picking at the edge and trying to do exactly what you did. “you’re not upset?” he asks, pulling the mask off of your face. maybe you were, but you weren’t going to tell him. it’s in the past, what matters is now, and he’s here with you now. you couldn’t be too mad.

maybe you should be honest too. you shake your head, “of course not, i’m not a virgin either.” this conversation only proves that there was no need to hide when it came to jungkook. you admired him for speaking up about it first too, even though you aren’t exactly sure why.

jungkook successfully took your mask off in one piece as well, discarding it into the trash can. you tell him that the two of you have to wash your faces to get the tiny pieces off and he follows you into the bathroom. responding with a, “really?” and a raise of his eyebrows.

you turn the water on and splash him a little bit. “are you trying to say i’m too ugly to get laid, jeon?!” you glare.

jungkook backtracks, “no— no! you’re pretty— really pretty— i just— i didn’t know what to say.”

you roll your eyes playfully. rinsing your face with water and making sure your face is entirely clean from the mask before stepping aside and drying your face off, allowing jungkook to have his turn. “who’d you lose it to?” you asked. despite probably already knowing the answer, you just had to make sure.

“uh—” he starts, looking at you through the mirror. his eyes flicker back down to the stream of water when he answers, “jieun.”

of course. you let out a little laugh, stepping closer and nudging his side with your elbow. “congratulations, dude.” at least he told you, at least he was honest. that’s all that matters. jealousy can play it’s part later. after the sleepover.

“what about you?” jungkook asks when he finishes drying his face off. he wants to know, but at the same time he doesn’t. curiosity gets the best of everyone.

“my ex-boyfriend,” you answer nonchalantly. “min yoongi.”

“boyfriend…” he exaggerates. pursing his lips and nodding, the same jealousy you felt earlier coursing through his veins now. “that’s nice— congratulations.” he says, copying what you said. an awkward silence comes between the two of you, in turn, making the two of you laugh out loud. clutching your stomach type of laugh.

“why did you bring it up in the first place?” you question. curious as to why he would need to speak up about his sexual past.

“well, i just wanted to tell you because— i don’t know— when it happened, you were the first one i wanted to tell, and i know it’s too much information but we always talked about stuff like this— like remember when you told me when you got your first period?” he begins to ramble again. a cute habit of his.

you cringe at the mention, but you remember it so well. jungkook was so worried for you, he did all the research he could on menstrual cycles; asked his parents about it, looked online, asked his advisors, and even the doctors that come around the palace for check-ups. with all the advice he got, he showed up in front of your door with a big basket of your favorite sweets, literally every menstrual product ever produced (he wasn’t sure which one you used so he brought all), and other random things like flowers, just to be extra nice. you ended up crying in his arms because of how lovely the gesture was. it showed what kind of person jungkook was. meticulous, caring, and just so sweet.

“you’re right.” the trip down memory lane was delightful, as it always is whenever it comes to him. “but what… about us?” you asked. the question seemed random, but whenever you travel down memory lane with jungkook, you’re always reminded of the feelings that you had and still do have for jungkook. being on this topic makes you wonder: did he bring this up because he wants to have sex and wants to be transparent about how many partners he’s had?

“what do you mean? what about us?” he asks. his eyebrows are furrowed and you can tell he doesn’t understand.

the question shouldn’t have made you hesitate the way you did, but now you’re trying to find the words to backtrack. “i— um,” your smile fades a little. expecting you and jungkook to jump into a relationship was unrealistic, let alone having sex. “nothing.” you shake your head.

jungkook can somehow read your mind. he probably just picked up on context clues. “if you’re thinking about— you know— us, having sex,” he starts. “we don’t have to do anything of that sort, if you don’t want to.”

the thought is something that’s lingered in your mind for a while. same for jungkook. but neither of you will admit that. so the conversation comes to an awkward halt. you blush. “right! yeah— sure, of course.” you nod. every synonym of ‘okay’ leaves your mouth. it makes jungkook laugh, starting a domino effect and making you laugh. soon enough, the conversation was pushed aside and the two of you focused on whatever movie netflix decided to autoplay. it wasn’t long before the buzz of the tv lulled the two of you to sleep.

“jungkook! save me!” you shout from the doors of his palace, spotting him talking to his father in the foyer. you just ran from your castle to his in hopes to outrun your chaser. jungkook’s head turns at the sound of your voice, your figure coming closer and closer.

“what? what is it?” quickly placing the papers in his hand onto the table, he rushes towards you. his face was riddled with worry as he watched you run towards him.

taking you into his arms, you hold him tightly. “venus won’t stop asking me what color the table cloths for the guests should be— please… spare me, my prince.” you fake sob into his chest.

he lets out a relieved laugh, the stress lifting away when he realized that you were just being bombarded with wedding questions again. “shouldn’t they be white?” he asks.

you look up at him in his embrace, chin against his chest, near his throat. “that’s what i said! then she started asking about the details of the cloth— like if we wanted it to be a certain type of thread, if we wanted a different colored detail woven through it— i just— why does it matter?!”

“it matters because it’s going to be the wedding of the century! now tell me, ___, white with gold detail or—” venus finally finds you after asking the guards where you went. she approaches you hurriedly and tries to shove the samples in your face, but you hide in jungkook’s chest, refusing to look at them.

“the gold detail is beautiful, venus, thank you.” jungkook answers for you. you relax against him once again. venus looks satisfied, putting her cloth samples back into her bag and walking away. with venus finally out of your hair, jungkook rubs your back gently. “wanna stay the night?” jungkook asks in your ear.

“depends.” you act like you think about it. pulling away from his embrace, looking at him with a playful glare. “do they still make those strawberry tarts i used to love?”

jungkook smiles. “i’ll ask them to bake you some right now.”

“deal.” you pinch his cheek. “hello, your majesty!” you greet his dad when you turn around. jungkook moves over to the side and tells one of his assistants to ask the kitchen to make your strawberry tarts.

jungkook’s dad gives you a bright smile. “good evening, princess.” even bowing slightly.

“you know you don’t need to do that, papa, it’s just me.” you smiled, giving him a curtsy back for the courtesy

“yes, yes, i know.” he laughs. “i’m just so glad to see you home.” opening his arms for a hug. which you move for immediately, hugging him tightly.

jungkook’s parents were always amazing to you. never making you feel unwelcome or uncomfortable. “i missed you as well, you and mama jeon always make me feel at home whenever i’m here.” you express your gratitude to him.

he holds one of your hands in his. “it is your second home, ___.”

“thank you,” you grinned. when you look down, his hands are holding an entire stack of papers. it must be something important, you excuse yourself so that they could finish their business. “i’ll see you later, papa! jungkook! i’ll be in your room!”

jungkook only gives you a thumbs up as he takes his place back next to his dad. the two of them watch as you skip your way up the stairs. your figure receding as you make it to his room when jungkook’s dad speaks up once more. “she is something else, son.” patting his back with a light laugh.

jungkook laughs too. a big smile on his face when he says, “in the best way possible.”

“agreed.” he replicates the same smile that’s on his son’s face. “i’m happy for you.”

when he looks down, his father holds out the papers to verify the marriage arrangement for him to sign. your family had already signed and his parents did too, a while ago. jungkook told them that he’ll only sign after you did. then, just after breakfast when the two of you announced your agreement to the arrangement, you signed happily. it’s a little late because jungkook’s been super busy, but now, with excitement in his heart for your future together, he scribbles his signature on the line. “thanks, dad.” he says as he hands the papers back to him.

they settle the rest of their business and finish signing some more papers. after about ten minutes, jungkook is finished with all the reading and signatures. he makes his way to the kitchen and the chefs hand him a platter of strawberry tarts on the cutest serving plate. white with little red hearts that match the strawberries. a detail that jungkook knows you’ll appreciate.

with two waters in his hand and the tarts in the other, he makes his way up the stairs. hilariously, a problem arises when jungkook needs to open the door to his room. he doesn’t wanna put the stuff down and he figures that you probably can’t hear him if he knocks because the volume of the tv is leaking through the door. in the corner of his eye, jungkook can see a guard crossing the hallway. “psst!” he calls out, hoping to get his attention. the guard passes by without a second thought. a few seconds pass and he can hear the guard take a couple steps back.

soon enough, the guard pops his head into the hallway. “everything alright, your highness?” he asks.

“yes, but— do you mind opening the door for me?” he laughs awkwardly. the guard nods and rushes over, turning the knob and sliding the door open. “thanks, man, have a good night.” he smiles at the guard.

“of course— you too, your highness.” he bows before leaving him be.

when he enters the room, you’re nowhere to be seen. the tv is on and playing some scary movie from what he can tell, the background music is eerie and quite frankly creeping him out. he sets down the waters first onto his bedside table and you come out of his bathroom at the perfect time. “there you are.” he sighs. “how are you just going to play a scary movie and then make me come into an empty room?!” he cries.

you roll your eyes playfully. “my apologies, prince, i didn’t hear you come in!” sporting a hoodie and a pair of boxers stolen from jungkook’s closet, you jump into his bed and eye the beautifully plated tarts in his grasp.

jungkook tries not to get distracted by the way you look right now. so cute in his clothes. he wonders if you caught the way that he looked you up and down. when he realizes that you’ve been staring at the tarts, he refocuses and picks up one of the pastries, holding it close to your mouth “your tarts, your majesty.” when you open to take a bite, he snatches it back quickly and takes a bite himself. his face contorted in pleasure, the treat was perfect amounts sweet and sour.

“jungkook,” you deadpanned. your straight face breaks into laughter not even a second later when he holds the bitten pastry back up to your mouth. “you literally ate half of it!”

“then eat the rest of it!” he shoots back with a laugh. you roll your eyes, taking the rest of the pastry into your mouth. in turn, your lips slightly graze against his fingers. it wasn’t helping that your eyes were looking directly into jungkook’s. it was quite obvious that there was some tension here.

neither of you knew how to address moments like this.

most of the time the two of you just act like it never happened. but they’ve just been happening a little too often these days. like that one time you and jungkook almost kissed after he helped you put on a necklace. that time you and jungkook were hiding from blue; he held his hand over your mouth and the other arm tightly around your waist so you wouldn’t move or make a noise. then now, your sex eyes peering directly into his as your lips graze his fingers. yeah… it was a hard thing to talk about.

jungkook is just as confused as you when it comes to whatever the two of you were. just best friends? engaged but friends? dating? no, that wouldn’t be right. jungkook should ask you to be his girlfriend, er— fiancee, right? just because the two of you are arranged to be married doesn’t mean the two of you go from best friends to a pair of lovers just like that, even with requited feelings.

communication wasn’t a hard thing for the two of you. being best friends for twenty years does that to you. fights, the silent treatment, and even that one period of time where you swore that you’d never talk to jungkook ever again; you guys have been through it all.

it’s just that— neither of you really know how to go about it. this conversation was awkward. maybe it’s just not time to talk about it yet, jungkook thought. you were so busy these days. your advisors would pull you away from him before he even got a word in.

then when you two do get the time to spend with each other, the both of you are usually exhausted from the days you’ve had. even though the wedding was an entire year away, there was way more planning than either of you expected. everyone wants it to be perfect. which is nice in hindsight, but it does get annoying sometimes. like how venus was hounding you earlier for the choice of table cloths.

so the two of you just ignore it for now. maybe when it becomes more of a problem, you’ll talk about it with each other. but for now, it’s just something neither of you are ready to face. you chew and swallow the rest of the tart while jungkook moves into the bathroom to get ready for bed. giving the both of you enough time to calm down and gather your thoughts.

when he comes back out, you’ve eaten at least three more strawberry tarts and started a new movie. another scary one. jungkook doesn’t understand how you can watch these kinds of things before you go to sleep, it’s like you’re immune to nightmares or something.

but you weren’t immune to feeling tired. just before jungkook joins you in bed, you let out a yawn before stretching your limbs a little bit.

“tired?” jungkook asks, pulling the comforter over his legs.

you nod, “a little.”

he smiles. “it’s late,” he nods to the clock on his night stand. one in the morning. “sleep, you did a lot of work today.”

“i know,” you groan. “just one more bite.” trying to fit an entire strawberry tart into your mouth was a bad decision. the pastry crumbled into your throat and had you choking for a minute.

jungkook comes to the rescue with your glass of water and a hand rubbing circles against your back. “alright, alright.” he laughs. “no more tarts— go to sleep, princess.”

when you’ve come down from your coughing fit, you nod before you tell him that you’re going to call seungyeon and jimin. “let me just update them about the wedding planning— they’re gonna laugh about everything, i just know it!”

“it’s supposed to be a secret, princess.” jungkook shakes his head, watching as your hands pull out your phone at lightning speed.

“oh… really?” you pause, “i’ve been telling them everything since we’ve started.” jungkook only laughs. he could never be mad at that, why wouldn’t you wanna share something like this with your friends?

“just make sure your advisors don’t find out, okay?” he holds his pinky up for a classic promise, which you reciprocate.

the next fifteen minutes or so, jungkook acts like he isn’t listening to your conversation as he immerses himself into the storyline of this movie, it was interesting but not as interesting as the way you tell them about the wedding. you sound so excited, telling seungyeon that you’re gonna have to go dress shopping soon and that you want her to be there and everything. it makes jungkook smile. it’s more back and forth between the two of you, seungyeon saying of course she’ll be there and you saying that she better because you’re sending a jet to her. it was quite funny.

then seungyeon’s voice rings over the line, updating you about how jimin’s prepping for his big dance recital on saturday and how much they miss you.

you wish you could go to support him. jimin’s been dancing for as long as he’s lived. he’s so passionate about it and you admire him for it. he talked your ear off about how excited he was about this performance. that the crowd is going to be the biggest he’s ever performed for and how scouts will be in the audience. you wished you could go.

the way your voice shakes isn’t something you can hide very well. over the phone it may pass off as a breath you took too long to breathe in, but in person, jungkook can hear the way that your voice gives way to the tears building in your eyes. “tell him i wish him the best of luck.”

“of course,” she answers. “oh! and i was able to take some pictures when we went into the city, you remember all those hole-in-the-wall spots, right? turns out they’re great for photography!”

not long after, you received an email notification. containing the pictures that seungyeon took and they were beautiful. the city's night lights make everything look so cool, like a movie.

you miss the city. you miss your friends.

“they’re gorgeous,” you tell her. scrolling through picture after picture. seungyeon rambles more about a new restaurant they found that she hopes to bring you (and jungkook) to when they have the chance. jungkook could see the way that your energy changed. you’re sad now. he can feel it. he knows you miss the city. the way you slowly scroll through the pictures, longing to be there instead of having to look at a picture of it through a screen.

the gears in his head turn. a plan has already been set into motion for a date between the two of you. yugyeom, taehyung, and eunwoo have all been trying to pitch in, give him ideas as to where to go, what to do. but jungkook thinks he knows exactly what to do. he wanted to do this right.

so that next morning, jungkook makes an important phone call after retrieving the phone number from namjoon.

“hello, jimin? this is jungkook…”

it’s already been a week and a half since you and jungkook agreed to an arranged marriage. you’ve only been able to see him five out of the twelve days. busy was an understatement. venus said there is too much to do and that even a year isn’t enough time to get everything done. it seems like an exaggeration, in your opinion. sure, a wedding was a lot of work, but did you really need to be there to confirm everything?

maybe venus will let you have a break one of these days. you don’t suspect it to be anytime soon. today, you were told to wake up early (six in the morning type of early) and get dressed. no one told you exactly why, but you listened and once you were ready, made your way to the briefing room.

when you push the big doors open, venus eyes you suspiciously. “princess, what are you doing here? we are not wedding planning today.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “then what are we doing?”

“you are going on a plane, something about a political appearance.” she winks. walking your way and weaving her arm through yours to lead you out.

“already? mother said appearances weren’t for another month!” you groaned.

“sorry, princess.” she laughs. “your bags are being packed as we speak, just go freshen up and we’ll meet jungkook and blue at the royal runway.”

“got it.” you assure her. ah, such a good kid. venus thinks. you don’t even question the random political appearance and just accept it at face value. she knows you’ll be surprised. you don’t even suspect a thing!

after maybe ten minutes, you walk with venus down to the runway and meet up with the boys. jungkook seems a little nervous. he’s doing that thing where he shifts his weight on his feet. “you okay?” you ask him.

“yeah! yeah— why wouldn’t i be?” jungkook answers. a smile that’s way too bright is displayed on his face. you suspect it’s just nerves for the speech he’s probably gonna have to do.

“if you’re nervous, just remember i’ll be right there next to you, yeah?” you assure him. gently taking his hand into yours.

jungkook is suddenly reminded why he shouldn’t be so damn nervous. because it’s you. he gets to be with you. to marry you. of course, he wants it to be perfect, that’s why he keeps going over everything in his head, making sure he’s got everything down. but it’s you. his best friend. when he looks at you, his nerves are at ease. that burning feeling in his chest dies down and his throat no longer feels like closing in on itself.

he lets out a breath. “ready?”

you nod, “where are we going anyway? venus never told me.” stepping up into the aircraft and taking your seat, jungkook and blue follow suit.

“i think we’re going to gotia, right, blue?” jungkook answers, turning his head to namjoon. his face directly telling him to go along with it.

“yes, your highness, gotia.” namjoon smiles brightly.

your eyebrows knit together. they’re acting weird again. “alright…” you say, suspicious of them already. “wake me up when we’re there.”

apparently, you were exhausted. you slept through the entire plane ride and it was a fifteen hour plane ride. namjoon said you did this the last time too. only waking up to eat and talk briefly before falling asleep again. it was a great time for namjoon and jungkook to gather blackmail photos for themselves as your sleeping faces are unbeatable. even when you land, you don’t wake up. jungkook isn’t gonna be the one to wake you up, so he gently lifts you up, bridal style. you don’t even bother opening your eyes, you just cuddle into his further. jungkook was always so warm, and so strong. he carries you into a car and lets you continue sleeping there, with your head on his shoulder.

after about twenty minutes of traffic, you finally decide to open your eyes. suddenly conscious of the way that jungkook’s hand is intertwined with yours. you don’t mind, his hand felt nice in yours. with sleep-riddled eyes, you look outside the window to see city infrastructure; which is not very common in gotia. gotia is a green mountain country, known particularly for their abundance of livestock and green grass.

you give them the benefit of doubt, perhaps you guys were just going somewhere in gotia that you’ve never been before. so you ask, “where exactly in gotia are we going?”

jungkook smiles. a very mischievous smile. “you’ll see when we get there, princess, don’t worry.”

hm, suspicious. this time you sit up, the seat belt digging into your belly when you push forward to lean against the front seat. “blue, where are we going?” you ask your trusty body guard.

“i am just following directions, your highness.” he tells you with a tight grin.

you were already suspicious during the plane ride, and now since neither jungkook or namjoon want to tell you where you’re going; you’re starting to put the pieces together. they’re gonna make you play that game where blue drops you and jungkook off in a random location and the two of you have to figure out where to go from there. and from your own experience: it sucks! so you scoff. “you guys are kidnapping me! hand me my phone, i am calling my father.” holding your hand out with your palm facing up. both of them laugh, jungkook places his hand on yours instead of giving you your phone.

“just wait a little longer, princess.” jungkook tells you as he intertwines your fingers together.

another few minutes and you’re still unsure of where you are, the dark tint of the windows is only adding onto the difficulty to spot the exact location. blue stops abruptly and turns to the two of you, “i was told to let you off here.” he says. the street is empty, but somewhat familiar. you weren’t able to get another look before jungkook covered your eyes.

“it’s a surprise, close your eyes.” he says. out of habit, you close your eyes, giving your trust to jungkook. jungkook steps out of the car first and then the door to the left of you opens. you keep your eyes closed and scoot out of the car with jungkooks’ help. he helps you out and onto the ground where he leads you somewhere onto the sidewalk.

“can i open my eyes now?” you ask, still squeezing your eyes shut.

“in a sec,” jungkook promises. bringing you a little further, you can hear him open a door and feel him lead you inside. “you can open your eyes now, we have to go up some stairs first.” he tells you.

when you open your eyes, you’re in a staircase with carpeted floors and metal railings. it looks fancy. the two of you make it up the stairs and you still can’t tell where the hell you are before jungkook tells you to close your eyes again. he opens another door and leads you out, leading you through a curtain you can feel. now you can hear some noise, quiet bickers of a crowd of people. it had to be hundreds of people out there.

you hear jungkook sit down beside you before he speaks up once more, “okay, open.”

scared, you only open your right eye just a peek. from the image, there’s an entire crowd below you. you’re in a theater of some sort. no, wait— it’s not just some theater, it’s the theater. the one that jimin’s performing at! that’s when your eyes shoot open. you’re back in the city, with jungkook by your side, about to watch your best friends’ performance.

“no way.” you spoke quietly, facing jungkook. he only smiles at you, holding your hand in his. “did you really do this for me?” the two of you sat in the highest box seat, jimin called them ‘the rich people seats.’ no one can really see you from here and you had one of the best views; it was perfect.

it was just so thoughtful. he must have noticed how homesick you were feeling, how much you yearned to see your friends again. this is the best gift you could have ever received. you’re not even sure what to say, and jungkook understands. he doesn’t expect any thank you’s or a major display of affection. he’s just happy that you’re happy.

when the lights dim and the music begins to play, you can’t help but feel the tears start to build in your eyes. “thank you, jungkook, so much.” you pull yourself close to him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“of course, princess.” he tells you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. “anything for you.”

with that, a tear falls and the curtains are drawn. revealing jimin standing in position with a beautiful dark forest background, performing his black swan routine. one of his longest and most physically intensive choreography he’s ever made. but it’s so damn gorgeous. he performs flawlessly and receives a standing ovation. you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

during the extended applause, jungkook stands up pulls you along, through another carpeted hallway. “wait— where are we going?” you ask him. his other hand holds a bouquet that literally came out of nowhere. “and where did you get those flowers?!”

“we’re gonna see jimin!” he tells you as he maneuvers through the never ending hallways. “oh, and i hid these— so you could give them to jimin.”

the two of you stop just before another door, you pull him back gently. “what? people are going to see us, jungkook, we aren’t allowed to be outside of the kingdom without proper guards.”

“no one will see us, i promise, jimin will meet us here in this room.” he tells you. the both of you peek through the door window, it was an empty practice room. the door on the other side of the room opens and it’s the cue that it’s safe to come in. “ready?” he asks, holding the flowers out for you to take.

you start crying again, it was immediate. jungkook wipes the tears away quickly, “don’t cry, princess.” he places a sweet kiss on your forehead before he hands you the bouquet and opens the door for you.

then there in the middle of the room stands your best friend. his arms open for a hug and you run into them. crying even harder when you realize that jimin is crying too, you can hear the way he sniffles. “why are you crying?! you did amazing!” you sob.

“because you’re here and everything went perfectly— it’s just overwhelming.” he admits, pulling back from the hug. the two of you laugh at your crying faces.

“congratulations, jimin.” you tell him, holding out the flowers for him.

“thank you, ___.” he accepts them with a smile, wiping his tears and turning his attention to jungkook, who stands at the door as a lookout. “jungkook—! oh crap, wait— should i call him majesty or highness or something?” jimin’s quickly tries to correct himself, asking you for advice.

you can only laugh and shake your head. “you can just call him jungkook.”

“i was called?” jungkook stands just behind you, with a smile on his face.

“yeah, man— come here.” jimin embraces him in a hug and jungkook doesn’t object it.

rubbing his back, jungkook congratulates him as well. “you’re incredibly talented, jimin.” he smiles when he pulls away. “it’s great to finally meet you in person.”

“thank—”

“jimin! it’s curtain call!” a lady barges into the practice room. she stands speechless for a second, her eyes darting straight to jungkook. “wait, is that prince jungkook?!” all of you are wide eyed. jimin’s mouth is silently telling you two to ‘run!’ before you knew it, she was pulling out her phone, trying to take a picture.

jimin is quick to block the camera as he shouts. “go! hurry!” the two of you rush out of the door you came from. you and jungkook bolt back to the car, blue is a little startled when you both jump in, breathless.

“everything alrig—“

“drive!” you demanded.

“shit— alright!” blue complies and steps on the gas, getting you out of the parking spot behind the theater and now onto the streets of the city.

now that everyone’s calmed down. you just realized that you, again, have no idea where you were going. “now where are we off to? it’s about eleven o’clock, right?”

“go with the plan, blue.” jungkook tells him. with the creepy wording, you begin to feel more suspicion around the two of them. what more surprises could there be?

the three of you spent another fifteen or so minutes of driving, and quite frankly you were tired of looking for little landmarks to pinpoint where you were. just as you were about to ask again, blue stops the car and looks at jungkook.

“okay, another surprise— close your eyes.” jungkook says. you can’t help but admit this is kind of fun. sure, you were annoying the hell out of the boys for the past fifteen minutes asking when you were gonna get there and where you were going. but they love you either way.

you keep your eyes squeezed shut as jungkook helps you out of the car and onto another sidewalk. “just a little further.” he says, leading you closer to whatever it was. just before he speaks again, you hear a little jingle. “okay, open.”

when your eyes finally adjust to the city lights, you recognize the building entirely too well. a place that you lived for five years. “is this— are we— no way!” you stutter, purely out of surprise. you were sure that you weren’t going to see this place for at least another decade.

you stand there speechless, just like how you did at jimin’s recital, for a good minute or so. jungkook has to wave his hand in front of your face to break you out of the trance.

“so, are you gonna show me your apartment or not?” jungkook grins, holding up your cutely decorated keychain. you squeal in excitement as he hands you the keys and you drag him into the building. it’s only been about a month and a half since you’ve last seen it, but it feels so nostalgic. it feels special. you suspect it’s because of the man whose hand you’re holding right now.

up the elevator and to the left, the apartment labeled with a silver plated 101 beckons you inside. soon enough, you’re pulling jungkook through the door and giving him a detailed tour of your shoe closet that is right there when you walk in.

as the two of you walk around, it’s cleaner than you remember. venus must have gotten people to tidy the place up after you left. just as you finish the very short tour of your apartment, you remember that you’d left some things from jimin and seungyeon in your room. “make yourself at home, my prince, i’ll just be in my room, collecting some things.” you excuse yourself and let jungkook look around some more.

if jungkook were honest, he would have told you that he got a bit of whiplash from your tour. he was turning every two seconds because you were speaking so fast. you were just so excited, and jungkook couldn’t have been happier. everything was going exactly as planned. the clock was ticking and jungkook did have a schedule to be on, but there was nothing wrong with a little snooping around your apartment. he wanted to see the place that you called home for the past five years.

your couch looks cozy, blankets on one side with decorative pillows to adorn the piece of furniture. your coffee table is cute too. you’ve got good taste. everything just seems so you. so when jungkook turns toward the bookcase you mentioned earlier into your tour. it was crowded with books, photo albums, cd’s, and records. a specific photo album catches his eyes, a cute light blue album. on the spine it was labeled: ‘jjk’ and from what jungkook knows, it must be his initials.

it’s when he opens it is when he confirms. the album is full of pictures of the two of you when you were kids, at every festival, from infant to teens. flipping through the pages, both of your smiles never changed. over the years; in both of your eyes, the certain glimmer of love shines so brightly. he puts it back with a soft smile after he’s flipped through all the pages. another book catches his eyes, your favorite fairy tale story: hansel and gretel. while everyone made fun of your choice of story, jungkook thought it was cool. you were all about safety and stranger danger, therefore making hansel and gretel a good story for kids to read (in your opinion.) you always read it when you needed to make an important decision, you called it a comfort read. it helped you get into the right mindset, think about all the pros and especially the cons of the decision you were about to make.

jungkook was only going to look at it and flip through the pages mindlessly. but when he pulls it out of its place in the bookshelf, two envelopes fall out from between the pages. squatting down, he picks up the fallen pieces of paper and coincidentally, sees his name on one of the letters. the other is blank, just a plain envelope. if it was addressed to him, then it means it was meant for him, therefore, he could read it… right?

jungkook,

if you are reading this, then that means i’ve already left for the city.

first, i wanted to apologize: for everything. for not telling you that i would leave sooner, for leaving you, for not telling you how i felt.

i was scared terrified that i would ruin our friendship if i ever told you, but now, since i don’t know if i’ll ever come back. i need to get this off my chest.

i’ve wanted to tell you this for the longest time.

jeon jungkook, i am in love with you.

i’m sorry this is how you had to find out, i’m sorry i didn’t have the courage to tell you in person.

but i love you, and i think i always will.

i hope you will be happy, whoever you marry. i hope they love you the way you deserve.

i hope to be at your wedding when i hear the news.

i’m sorry again.

sincerely,

___

easily, his eyes gloss over. you’ve loved him all along. he should have known. how could he have not known? thoughts run through his mind at hundreds of miles an hour; what would have happened if you did give this to him when you left. he probably would have gotten on the next plane out and searched the city to find you. probably would have done the exact same thing he did recently, beg you to give the two of you a chance. he shakes his head, sliding the letter back into its envelope. reading the other letters wouldn’t hurt, right?

of course not, he tells himself. he was always so nosy. the blank envelope held multiple pieces of paper. most of them were unfinished confessions to him, smudged black ink with multiple sentences crossed off. from what he can count, you wanted to confess to him at least five times now.

jungkook isn’t sure how he feels, he just knows how in love he is. this feeling of being surrounded by warmth, it’s enough to make a tear slip out. he can’t help but smile either. this is the boost of confidence he needed for tonight. he was so nervous before, that everything would go terribly wrong, but now he’s just so… content, so happy. he wanted to hug you, kiss you, everything. so he puts the envelopes back into the book, places it back into the shelf and makes his way to your room. your body hovers over your vanity, digging through your jewelry box.

“my princess.” jungkook pouts even though you can’t see him. coming from behind, he hugs you tightly and rests his head against yours. he tries to hide the way that his tears began to tear up. you look up from your tangle of necklaces, turning and taking him into your arms.

“are you crying?” the single tear that rolls down his cheek grabs your attention. your hand immediately coming up to wipe it away. “what’s wrong? do you hate my little apartment that much?” you let out a laugh.

he laughs too, shaking his head with a smile. “your little apartment is perfect— i love it actually, i love you.”

“aw,” you mumble against his chest. “i love you too, even though you’re acting super weird.” the two of you stand there, swaying in a hug for a little longer.

“am not.” he rests his chin atop your head.

“whatever you say.” you hum, pulling him towards your prized possession— your queen sized bed. the two of you plop on top, your fluffy comforter proving to be one of the best purchases you have ever made in your entire life. the two of you lay there in silence for a little bit, you almost fall asleep due to how warm jungkook is.

“as much as i would love to cuddle and take a nap in your bed, we’re on a tight schedule— c’mon.” jungkook says as he stands from your bed, pulling you up.

“a schedule?” you quirk an eyebrow. “what else are we gonna do in the city? our faces are plastered all over the internet, not to mention you’re the most-thirsted-after prince in the entire world.” you ask as he tugs you through the hallway and back into the living room.

“can you show me the roof?” jungkook asks. a sly smile on his face, while you’re still completely clueless.

“of course!” you squeal, excited to show him the amazing view of the city the roof of your building has. the two of you exit your apartment and you pull him up another two flights of stairs. “usually it’s kind of dirty, so don’t mind the mess.” you warn before opening the heavy door.

but when you push it open, the roof is…clean. it’s decorated too. it’s not the same as you last saw it. “huh— would you look at that?” jungkook steps out onto the roof first, with his hands on his hips as he looks back at you. “it looks pretty clean— and look! it’s set up for dinner...?” he acts surprised. his eyebrows raised as the two of you walk towards the dinner table. he pulls out the chair for you to sit down and you can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“so this was your plan.” you snort. dinner was in the shape of cups of ice cream. it was adorable. “ice cream for dinner?”

jungkook nods, handing you a tiny spoon for the ice cream. “your favorite.”

he did all of this for me. you realize the effort. he must have gone through meticulous planning and conspiring all of this in secret. he’s good. really good. god, you could kiss him.

the two of you sit there in the ambiance of the late city night, eating ice cream and having a small conversation. whenever the conversation paused, you could hear some music playing quietly in the back.

jungkook really did deserve the mantle of prince charming. king of romance. ruler of your heart.

“do you hear that?” jungkook asks, holding a hand out next to his ear. a familiar tune playing from wherever the music was. standing up, he extends his grasp for you to take. “a dance, princess?”

“you know i have two left feet.” you try to decline him, remembering how taehyung teased you about the way that you tripped over his feet when the two of you danced at your welcome home party. but jungkook doesn’t mind. he loves dancing with you, always has. he loves the way that your feet crash into his, how focused you get when you try not to get the moves wrong. he wanted to waltz with you everywhere, even if you stood on his feet the entire time.

“just follow me, alright?” he smiles. giving in, you take his hand and the two of you make your way to the middle of the rooftop. the night sky bearing witness to one of the most romantic things you’ve ever received. you feel his hand wrap around your waist, guiding you to step where he does.

“sparks, huh?” you smile, finally putting a title on the song playing. “kind of a sad song to dance to.” following his moves, dancing does seem a little easier with jungkook there.

“i thought it was perfect.” he states, leading you in for a twirl and then back into his arms. “it explains exactly how i feel about you.

“yeah?” you look up to him. even in this faint lighting, the abandoned flickering light bulbs that hang from strings all across the rooftop from an old tenant party, he still shines so bright.

he nods. the two of you silently sway for another few beats of the song. you lay your head against his chest, the beat of his heart is as calming as the music in the back. maybe if you just leave your eyes closed, this moment could last forever.

meanwhile, jungkook is trying to amp himself up to get these words out. another confession and an important question sits heavy on his tongue. he knows you feel the same, knows that you’ll accept, but he’s still so nervous. what if you don’t say yes and he’s left there with his knee against the rough concrete floor? what if this was just too cheesy for you and you hate it?

jungkook tells himself there’s only one way to find out.

“i— can i tell you something?” he asks. you lift your head away and look in his eyes, they greet you with that sweet eye smile that hasn’t changed in all the days you’ve known him.

“of course.” you pull yourself back, holding his hands.  

“when you were gone...i was always afraid that i was romanticizing you— i had nothing but our memories and the small talks we would have sometimes through our parents,” he admits. “i was scared that i was in love with the idea of you, and not… you— you know?”

his confession makes you stop in your tracks, clear disbelief on your face as you drop his hands from your grasp. “what?! jungkook— why are you telling me this now?” you groan, folding your arms over your chest. you move to grab your phone to find a way to reverse this. “you know what— it’s not too late to cancel the engagement and call up the king of fenutar— i’m sure they’ll forgive you— yeah, let’s give them a call—”

he pulls you back gently, “princess, relax.” he laughs. “i was just getting started.”

your gaze softens, letting him finish his point as he restarts the sway. your feet move with his, slowly to the beat of the song playing in the back. it’s changed to something calmer, from what you could hear, it sounds like cigarettes after sex.

“this past month, ever since you came back—” he starts up once more. you attention falling back onto him instead of the music in the back. “i don’t know what it is, but i think i was wrong.” he says. you gently furrow your eyebrows. confused as to what he means. jungkook brings his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw before raising his thumb to soothe the creases in your forehead.

relaxing your muscles under his touch, he lowers his hands back down to hold your hands. he says the next words, staring straight into your eyes. “i love you, i always want to be around you, i wonder if you are alright— if you’re sad, because i want to be there for you, i want to take care of you.” your hands are pulled close to him, enough for him to be able to gently press a kiss against your knuckles. “i want to be by your side, against foes seen and unseen.”

“so—“ he lets go of your hand to pull a tiny white box out from his pocket and gets on one knee. “will you marry me?”

the rough ground against his clothed knee doesn’t matter anymore when he sees the sweetest smile on your face. everything is perfect.

you let out a little laugh, your smile going from ear to ear. “yes! of course— yes, yes!” tears collect in your eyes quickly. holding your arms out for him, jungkook comes up and collects your embrace. a tear slips out and he can hear your sniffle. gently, he wipes the tear away, and the two of you stare at each other just long enough. long enough to understand that this was the time.

you both lean forward and finally, let your lips connect. a kiss seals the fate of both hearts involved.

dreaming of this moment ever since you were fifteen has given you quite high expectations for it, but jungkook always exceeds expectations. even when you think he couldn’t be anymore perfect, he always has something up his sleeve. it shows in the way his kiss is gentle, but so passionate. transferring his love to you in the most efficient way possible.

jungkook is in dreamland almost. wonders if this is what being on drugs is like. pure euphoria. knows that this is what love stories are based off of. pure adoration. fears what he’ll do if he won’t be able to kiss you. the beginning of an addiction. your lips, they take him prisoner.

slowly, the two of you pull away and stare at each other like love sick puppies. jungkook holds your face in his hand as you lean into his grasp. the sound of confetti poppers startle you, flinching at the noise before looking to see what happened. through the rain of confetti, you can see all of them. seungyeon, jimin, blue, taehyung, eunwoo, and yugyeom. you didn’t think it could get any better. you were so happy.

“congratulations, your majesties.” blue moves forward after the confetti settles and hands the two of you a purple rose. the national flower of raemor and it was a common tradition to give engaged couples raemors for good luck all throughout their relationship and marriage. you thank blue with a hug and so does jungkook. jimin and seungyeon also congratulate you, seungyeon pulls out her camera and shows you the pictures she took while she was hidden with everyone behind the huge skylights.

eunwoo takes hold of your hand gently, raising the ring up for everyone to see. jimin and seungyeon also come close to get a better look, holding your arm still. “that rock is adorable, jungkook.” he pats him on the back. making slight fun of the stones size. everyone in the kingdom was used to huge gems, rings that would weigh down the finger of the wearer. you give eunwoo a light shove.

the ring was your style. it was actually really thoughtful too. there were conversations where you and jungkook would gossip about the adults sometimes, you knew everything back then. who was cheating on who, whose wives knew about the mistress, whose husbands knew about the paramour. then most of the time, they would solve it through money. buying bigger, more expensive material things to woo them, to make them forget the betrayals. you hated it. you specifically remember telling jungkook that you’d rather have a small ring and a great love, instead of a big ring and a loveless marriage.

so when you stare at the pretty gem laid on your ring finger, you realize it’s just more evidence that jungkook listens, and he takes your words into account. you couldn’t have been happier with the piece of jewelry. “i think it’s beautiful.” you pout in defense of the ring.

“it’s a red diamond.” namjoon tells them. “one of the rarest diamonds in the world.”

“how much is it?” yugyeom peers at the ring as well, he likes the way it sparkles even without the light.

“it doesn’t matter!” you groan, looking at jungkook for some help as four different people have your hand in their grasp.

“the diamond itself is roughly about five million— the rest of the ring, i can’t say.” namjoon shrugs nonchalantly.

jimin and seungyeon gasp at the same time, same pitch. both yugyeom and eunwoo’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “sorry man— i thought it was a ruby.” eunwoo scratches the back of his head. jungkook only laughs at the conversation, not taking any of it to heart, along with taehyung (and chaeyoung!) who helped him customize the ring in the first place.

“five million?! are you serious?” you turn to him, about to scold him for wasting his money. just for an engagement ring too?!

he catches your hand before you can shove him like you did eunwoo. he brings it to his mouth, kissing your ring finger gently. before coming close to your ear, he whispers, “it’s worth way more than five million.”

“jungkook!”

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[chocolatecakecas]

The Fabric of Your Life

@spnprideweek day 1: coming out/flags

warnings: internalized biphobia, implied past physical abuse, alcohol mention

The first time Dean watched Star Wars, he was ten and his dad dumped him and Sammy at some crappy motel with a promise that he'd return soon. Dad hadn't bothered to register either of them in the local school, since it was supposed to be a "milkrun", so by day four they were both climbing the walls. And Dean was sick of it, so he took the money he had left, after buying a box of cereal and a three pack of mac and cheese at the gas station, and dragged Sammy to the video store he saw when they drove into town. He rented, Star Wars: A New Hope because he remembered some kid at their last school wouldn't shut up about it, and wow was that kid right. Dean loved everything about it, especially Han Solo, with his fast ship, and his blaster and his cool hair and, smooth talking. Every time he was on screen, Dean got this weird funny, excited feeling in his tummy, and he assumed it was because he wanted to be just like him when he grew up.

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It was the same feeling he'd get later, whenever he caught an old western at the movies and Clint Eastwood or John Wayne would saunter across the screen, but he tried not to think about it too hard.

When Dean was fifteen they were stuck in some small town in Nebraska for four months. The town was shit, but Dean had luckily made friends with this guy named Jake Preston who was two years older than him. They were practically inseparable, sneaking into movies, late night joyrides in Jake's crappy pick up, swiping beers from Mr. Preston to drink under the bleachers. And sometimes when Jake would do a successful donut with his truck, or con their way out of trouble, or wink at Dean before he snuck them out of school early, he'd get that same funny feeling in his stomach. But Dean would just chalk it up to admiring the guy for being so smooth and getting away with anything. Of course until the night they were drunk on the bleachers and Jake grabbed Dean by the shirt, smashing their lips together. And after the momentary shock, Dean found himself pulling Jake closer for more. But then Jake angrily shoved him away, as if it was Dean's fault and left without a word, leaving him alone under the bleachers, terrified about what he had just done and wondering if Jake would tell anyone at school. But it didn't matter because they quickly left town the next day, his Dad saying he finished up the hunt, so for years, Dean would just shove that memory off as a drunken accident.

When Dean was twenty, he kissed Lee Webb for the first time. They had snuck off while their Dads wrapped up the hunt, swiping a few of John's beers before heading to their motel room. They acted like assholes, loudly recalling the antics they had got up to on the hunt. And Dean found himself unable to look away from Lee's smile, his eye, his arms, laughing loudly at his jokes and felt that funny feeling in his stomach whenever Lee would laugh. And the next thing Dean knew, he was kissing him like he'd done with girls hundreds of times, but hadn't with another boy sinc-not in years. But unlike with girls, Dean was quickly pulling away horrified at his own actions. But then Lee was pulling him back in, deepening the kiss as he struggled to get Dean's flannel unbuttoned. And just as Dean was starting to realize that Lee wasn't going to angrily shove him away, and that maybe this was okay, he heard the door unlock, and was met with a very drunk John Winchester, who quickly made his opinions about the scene before him, known. And Dean quickly realized that he couldn't just push off this off as some drunken mistake, because that's the moment when he first knew.

And now at age 42, he's happily married with a handful of kids that are his in every way that matters, living in the suburbs with a big kitchen and a deck out back, and it should make those moments feel like a lifetime ago.

But he's still somehow there. They're still fresh in his mind as if they happened a few days ago, the feeling of fear still fresh. Even though he's come so damn far, he's gotten farther than he ever thought he would, he still feels like that terrified little kid again.

All because of some stupid, flimsy piece of fabric.

And Dean knows it's ridiculous. He's married to a man for gods sake, a man who he kisses in public and fights with in the grocery store and who's hand he holds when they walk down the street. And it's not like he's worried about anyone's reaction, since they were all at the wedding, they've been to dinner at their house multiple time, not to mention it would be a little hypocritical of pretty much everyone he knows.

And Dean knows all of that, but he still just feels li-

With a heavy sigh, Dean sits on the corner of the bed running his hands through his hair.

Because it's not that he doesn't want the "label", or thinks that he needs to have it or thinks the label is wrong. He wants the label. He likes the idea of being able to call it something. And he knows it's the right one because during the very few times he was brave enough to google it, he realized it was the one that fits the best.

So why can't he just hav-

Pulling his hands away from his face, he slowly turns to look across the bed, heart leaping into his throat when he catches sight of it. And he finds himself frozen, unable to look a way, let alone reach out for it.

And Dean knows he's being ridiculous because he's faced far worse than this. He's died so many times he's lost count, he's saved the world multiple times, he's killed monsters, ancient cosmic beings, been to other dimensions, he's fought Heaven and Hell, and damnit he's even fought God.

But after all of that, he's still afraid of a little fucking scrap of pink, purple and blue fabric currently clashing with the floral comforter. Paralyzed by fear at the sight of it.

So with a grunt Dean practically launches himself across the bed grabbing the offending object and he's on his feet again pacing around the room.

It's just a piece of fabric. It's just a word.

But you know it's more than that.

And something drops deep in the pit of Dean's stomach, as that familiar feeling of fear continues to creep over him, consuming his thoughts.

Because it's more than just a piece if fabric, it's more than just a word and Dean knows that. To him it means something more, and god he wants to have what it means.

Why can't he just let himself wan-

Dean's footsteps stall, and he finds himself standing in front of the mirror.

And when he meets his gaze, all he can see is that confused little boy looking back, that terrified fifteen year old kid, the twenty year old who was just caught and nearly killed by his own Da-no.

Dean shuts that thought down while he's ahead. Because he learned a long time ago not to let his father dictate his life choices, he learned how to stop letting his ghost prevent him from doing what he wants. He's already worked through and made peace with that trauma, well as much as you can work through that kinda crap, that is. But he's come a long way, he's married, he's got kids, he's got a family, he's got a life that he's damn proud of. So he's sure as hell not not gonna let John Winchester have a place in this.

Because this is about Dean. And what Dean wants.

So shaking his head, Dean finds his eyes in the mirror again.

It's just a piece of fabric. It's just a word. And it's a word Dean wants to own. It's a piece of fabric Dean wants to hold. So why the hell can't he just le-

Because you still can't let yourself have what you want.

His heart skips in his chest as he grips the dresser attached to the mirror

After everything he's been through. After saving the world, and Cas's confession, and the wedding, and the house in the suburbs. He let himself have Cas, but he can't let himself have this thing and-

Oh.

Dean can barely admit it to himself most of the time, but he's aware that he believes that wanting, is selfish. That he thinks his wants are inherently selfish things and so he can't let himself want. And logically he knows that's crazy because everybody wants something, but he jus-can't let himself. And for years he could barely let himself think about wanting Cas, and then after everything that happened he jus-he to let himself be selfish just once and want him. But that was only after he knew Cas wanted him too, which made Dean's want, "unselfish" because it would make Cas happy too. That want was technically for both of them, and that's what he told himself.

And that's why Dean hasn't been able to let himself want the label too.

Because wanting the label is something, just for himself.

And Dean chuckles lowly at the irony. Dean Winchester has free will for the first time in his life, and he still just can't let himself have what he wants.

He rubs a hand down his face, pausing when he spots the fabric in the mirror. Dean slowly looks down at his other hand to see it clutched in a white knuckled grip.

And he thinks of the way he felt when he first saw it on some website, after finally convinced himself to open his laptop in the late hours of the night all those years ago. And he thinks of the smile on Sam's face when he handed it to him after their weekly Friday night dinner, as he was on the way out the door. And how he never specifically talked about it with him, but Sam seemed to know anyway, like always. He thinks of Cas' understanding smile as he softly told him he definitely didn't need it if he wasn't ready or didn't want it, and how he didn't even have to come today. And how he never expressed any of this to him, but Cas seemed to know, like always.

And he thinks of how he might feel, holding the scrap of fabric a little more gently. And he thinks of how he might feel holding it today, where everyone can see.

And he makes his choice.

So with unsteady hands he releases his iron grip, and carefully threads it through one of his belt loops. He squeezes his eyes shut, as he tilts his head back up towards the mirror. Then he slowly opens them.

Dean's breath catches when he sees as the flag hanging at his hip, stopping just above his knee. He takes a moment just to stare at the way it sways slightly, side to side. Then his eyes continue their ascent upwards until they meet his face in the mirror. And he finds a small smile pulling at his lips, reflection becoming a little blurred.

Because for the first time in his life, Dean Winchester is going to let himself have what he wants.

Simply because, he wants it.

He spends the next few minutes just staring at his reflection like an idiot, and that thought causes the smile to grow wider, tipping his head back as a soft laugh bubbles up his throat.

But god he's felt lighter than he has in years.

"Everyone's here, are you ready to go?" Cas asks suddenly appearing in the doorway with a soft smile as Dean meets his eye in the mirror. His hair is a mess like always, but he's decked out in a rainbow striped shirt and socks, and he's even got a little flag painted on his cheek, and his smile grows even wider as his eyes pan down to Dean's waist.

And in three strides Dean's across the room and wrapped in his arms, staring into those wide eyes.

"I'm bisexual" Dean chokes out suddenly, voice thick as he releases a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. He quickly looks down, unable to meet Cas’ eye, unable to look at his reaction. Then hands are cupping his cheeks, slowly tilting his head upwards.

"I'm so proud of you" Cas whispers, thumbs wiping away stray tears Dean hadn't realized where falling. It pulls a watery laugh from his chest. 

"Cmon, let's go before Sam starts bitchin’ about how late we are" Dean laughs, trying not to think too much about how big of a deal what he just said was. And he knows Cas can see right through him, but he thankfully lets it slide. But not before pressing a soft kiss to Dean's lips, and leading the way into the living room.

And later when Dean's standing downtown, he realizes he's more relaxed than he thought he'd be. Luckily nobody made a big deal about the flag at Dean's hip, and hell he even let Jack paint three little stripes on his cheek, but he definitely didn't miss the wide smile on Sam's face. And when they got to the small Pride event, Dean was surprised see a decent amount of people sporting the same colors, one girl even had her hair dyed the same colors, each person shooting Dean a small smile of acknowledgement. And now with Cas' arms wrapped around his waist, watching Claire, Kaia and Jack all dance around to the music blasting in the streets, as he wonders where Sam and Eileen have gone, he tries to memorize how he feels at this exact moment. Because he rea-

His thought is cut short by Cas suddenly pulling him down for a kiss, like he’d done a billion times before, but one of his hands comes to rest by the flag at his hip.

"I really am so proud of you" Cas whispers into the kiss, and Dean can feel the smile stretching across his lips, pulling him closer.

Yeah. Lighter than he's felt in years.

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Incorrect quotes but with genshin characters

Diluc,Kaeya,Venti

diluc: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. kaeya: Wasn't venti with you? venti: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

diluc: kaeya and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us venti: *Sighing* What did kaeya do? diluc: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... kaeya: Who wants a steering wheel?

diluc: We need a distraction. kaeya: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? venti, whispering: My time has come

diluc, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him kaeya: You did WHAT– venti: William Snakepeare

diluc: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste kaeya: We got spring water diluc: NO. venti: with EXTRA minerals kaeya: it's like licking a stalagmite diluc: DON'T COME HOME. venti: Mmmmm cave water

Jean, Lisa

jean: What are your goals? lisa: To pet all the dogs. jean: No, fitness goals. lisa: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

jean: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen! lisa: Really? Name one law jean: Don't kill people? lisa: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

jean: Okay, help me please! lisa: Got two words for you. jean: I bet they won't be helpful. lisa: Your problem. jean: I was right

jean, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me lisa, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

jean: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. lisa: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. jean: Absolutely not.

Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko

Raiden Shogun: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Yae Miko: That's why I carry two swords.

Raiden Shogun: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Yae Miko: You mean literally or figuratively? Raiden Shogun: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Raiden Shogun: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut... Yae Miko: You would eat yourself? Raiden Shogun: I wouldn’t even question it.

Raiden Shogun: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Yae Miko: Go the fuck to sleep Raiden Shogun: What gif I don't want to? Yae Miko: Fuck You

Raiden Shogun: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Yae Miko: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

Itto, Gorou, Ayato, Thoma

Itto: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three- Itto and Gorou, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Ayato: Our turn, Thoma! One, two, three- vanilla! Thoma, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Itto: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Gorou: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Ayato: I personally was created in a lab. Thoma: I just straight up spawned lol.

Itto: *Screams* Gorou: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Ayato: Should we do something? Thoma: No, I want to see who wins.

Itto: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Gorou: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Ayato: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Thoma: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Itto: Shit. Gorou: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Ayato: OH MY GOD THOMA FELL OFF!!!

Tighnari, Cyno

Tighnari: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Cyno: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Tighnari: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Tighnari, tending to Cyno's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Cyno: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Tighnari: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Tighnari: i became more evil if you’re curious Cyno: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Tighnari: i’m going to get worse on purpose

Tighnari, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Cyno: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Tighnari, with the tone of someone who is used to Cyno: Outstanding. Tighnari: This is what I’m talking about people.

Tighnari: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Cyno: What did you do? Tighnari: Nobody died. Cyno: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Tartaglia/Childe, Zhongli

Tartaglia: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Zhongli: You need to stop.

Tartaglia: Where are you going? Zhongli: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Tartaglia: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Zhongli: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Tartaglia: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you Zhongli: 10 times 0 is still 0 though Tartaglia: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Tartaglia: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Zhongli, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Tartaglia: Tartaglia: fsh

Ningguang, Beidou

*Ningguang and Beidou are doing something absurdly dangerous* Ningguang: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time! Beidou, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

Ningguang, talking to Beidou on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to? Beidou: You bet! Ningguang: At what temperature? Beidou: 535. Ningguang: That's the clock. Beidou: Ningguang: Beidou: 536.

Ningguang: Beidou, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Beidou: Well of course I have. Beidou: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Beidou: It's boring.

Ningguang: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Beidou: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Ningguang: What’s up guys? I’m back. Beidou: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Ningguang: Death is a social construct.

Keqing, Ganyu

Keqing: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Ganyu: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Keqing: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Ganyu: Okay. Keqing: And make out during the scary parts. Ganyu: Th- Ganyu: The scary parts. Ganyu: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Keqing: Am I in trouble? Ganyu: Take a guess. Keqing: No? Ganyu: Take another guess.

Keqing: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Ganyu: You and me!!! Keqing, tearing up: Okay.

Keqing, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know! Ganyu: How? Keqing: How what? Ganyu: How could they be worse? Keqing: They couldn’t, I lied. Ganyu:

Give me more groups/duos and ill post another <3 (this took far to long)