#fallen star x astronomer au

[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM ; TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE STARS, DHALSIM

SUMMARY ... edmond wonders how many star facts can dhalsim could guess .

CW ... nsfw (mdni), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, boypussy, nipple playing, humping, & cursing

CHARACTERS ... edmond honda & dhalsim

AU ... astronomer x fallen star au

A/N ... to celebrate my passing from my religion test, i will be sharing you my au's smut that i desperately wanted to finish . enjoy !

the shining fallen star checks up on his roommate with his eyes focused. dhalsim tried to shake the feeling of breaking their silence but wanted to touch edmond’s hair by consent gently. the astronomer professor’s hair is wet as water, and soft as dryness. no, he thought, he’s looking at me with a gentle grin. the fallen star went a little closer to the professor’s face. “tell me, dhalsim.” silence broke as edmond opened his lips. “what do the stars look like in person?” the shining star thought about it for a moment while remembering his old life in the outer universe. “your naked eyes think that they’re tiny points of light. my eyes tell you that they’re huge, burning balls of gas, just like your sun.” he replied with gentle caressing. “you can’t touch them. at least that’s what most of the other fallen stars say.”

“mmm.” he hummed with agreement. “can i touch your face?” he heard the question from the fallen star’s lips and nodded. “yes, dear. c’mere whenever ya want to.” dhalsim smirked and began to touch edmond’s soft cheeks, there’s no face paint to smudge it thankfully. the cheeks are pretty and cute to embrace it. glittering hands touching his pale skin. “can you tell me everything about the stars that you know from your education?” the fallen star asked while facing his partner. “the more massive a star, the shorter its lifespan. they live for 4.5 billion years.” honda returned. “are ya a billion years old, dhalsim?”

dhalsim chuckles at his boyfriend’s question. “you’re so curious, mr. honda. i’m just mentally 56, but who knows… my memories are blurry back then as long as i have lived in space. but i do remember some things.” the astronomer professor smiled as he placed his fingers on dhalsim’s glimmering skin. with his eyes locked into the fallen star in return, gentle big hands taking its touch. “tell me more about the stars, dhalsim.”

“might as well, honda.” he replied after both staring at each other’s eyes for seconds. after a small silence, they began to kiss their lips passionately. edmond caressed his fallen star’s glimmering body, moving it closer like its slow rhythm. dhalsim tried his best to show it his skills, he’s sure he could take over his boyfriend’s body. it made him blush after a while. “mmph..” his voice quavered as the astronomer professor deepened his kiss as their bodies kept humping together softly. “h-honda… i want to get closer to you… i need to..”

they broke their kiss afterwards while dhalsim sat on top of edmond. “you’re cute when ya whimper, my fallen star…” the astronomer smiled. “it makes me want to kiss ya while ya talk about the stars…” he continued to hump his partner’s naked body gently as they both intertwined together. such movements as the fallen star’s body remain its glow, in response of all of the erotic shit they performed. dhalsim kept whimpering while closing his eyes, as he shined more. it feels less dark in edmond’s room, cooling air blows it from its night.

“i need you…” dhalsim pleaded while continuously humping the astronomer professor’s body. “oh- the stars… agni…” edmond pressed his partner’s boobs carefully, his vision turning to black while gasping softly. “god, you’re so fuckin’ warm, dhalsim… i want to kiss yer cunt…” dhalsim bites his lips while holding his boyfriend’s hand. “i’ll let you kiss underneath my body…” he pleaded. “i’ll let you kiss inside me…”

the astronomer professor pressed his fallen star’s thighs while dhalsim watched and sat on top of his partner’s head. “good boy…” honda smirked as he began to play with dhalsim’s pussy with his fingers. “i’m lucky to have this as my dessert for the night, dhalsim-kun…” he began to lick on the fallen star’s vagina carefully as dhalsim’s face began to blush. more whimpers can be heard as the astronomer professor kisses it deeply. edmond gently licks it off as he begins to circularly finger dhalsim’s clitoris. his body glowed like a holographic light while maintaining his glittering dark body. he moaned softly with his lips closed, brushing his boyfriend’s white & black hair with his hands.

“mmh…” the astronomer swallowed his boyfriend’s fluid coming from his vagina, hinting that he was hornier and wet from his tongue swirling inside him. so fuckin’ horny, edmond thought. so fuckin’ tasty, his thoughts pleaded like his brain counts its stars. dhalsim gripped his roommate’s hair tightly, catching his breath. “this is how humans do when committing to sex?” he asked. edmond gave more french kisses to his partner’s pussy, rubbing it gently. he began to finger dhalsim faster as the fallen star kept moaning his partner’s name. “oh, pathetic boy… your pussy sure is tasty.” he licked his lips as the fallen star trembled while continuously panting. “yer body glows like the stars, dhalsim. ya really are a real fallen star…”

after half an hour of edmond’s fingering onto dhalsim’s vagina, the fallen star thrusted onto edmond’s pussy carefully while listening to his orders. the japanese gripped dhalsim’s thighs easily as they called each other’s names while rasping. dhalsim’s body kept shining brighter than any star would ever be done. colors onto edmond’s heartfelt eyes, pleasure running onto their breaths, two pussies getting wetter after dhalsim orgasmed from edmond’s fingering.

“d-dhalsim..!” edmond moaned while keeping his eyes closed, blushing harder. the fallen star held his partner’s chin gently while focusing on the thrust in him. “f-fuck!” he cried with blissful pleasure. “keep goin’, dhalsim~!” the fallen star’s heart beat for his roommate. there’s no stopping him, he’s getting faster. edmond and dhalsim kept moaning loudly as they locked onto each other’s hearts in their eyes. impatiently waiting to come for each other, the astronomer professor seriously needs it badly, for dhalsim to show him his ways as he held his roommate’s cheeks. edmond closed his eyes, with his head resting on his pillow, gripping dhalsim’s thighs again, breathing deeply. “come to me, fallen star!” he rasped as the fallen star’s body laid onto his partner’s body. “what’s that?” he asked while continuously thrusting. “like what ya did before!”

dhalsim’s body was ready whenever he wanted to be, and with edmond’s command, he gave his final thrust as he began to cum while his pussy gets more wetter. they both let out their moans out of their lips, as the fallen star rested on edmond’s body. they catch their breath together, sweat already coming down. everything felt like a blissful night and the astronomer professor was so lucky to have sex with a fallen star. so beautiful as the moon and back. dhalsim’s glittering began to fade back to its holographic colors slowly, as he touched the professor’s body gently. “you’re a natural, dhalsim-kun…” he said with a gentle sigh. “yer body does glow like the stars… the way i could study ya for hours with my love for ya…” dhalsim chuckles at the thought and gets closer to kiss edmond’s lips. “would you like to work on your studies with me someday?” he asked. “yeah.. now kiss me before i rest.”

both of them continued their kiss. gently and deeper as their tongues dance, dhalsim’s glimmering body shines yet again as they share their love once more. edmond’s mind was right all along, it can only glow when performing its pleasures.

[writing-in-april]

Shining Bright Above You

Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Summary: Spencer finally gets to go out with his boyfriend after getting out of prison and gets to see the light despite the overwhelming darkness.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my twenty-first fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April. This ones one of my favorites I’ve ever written and is based on this request and is also inspired by some stuff @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff sent to me for inspiration. I know x male reader fics don’t do good in fandom (which is a crying shame) but there’s still a large portion of people it applies to that read fanfic so please share it around so it might reach them!! Inclusivity in fanfic is important and I’ve heard multiple people get very discouraged they don’t see more fics that represent them- so please help bring more inclusivity in fandom!!! My ask box is open for nice anons only- here- if I see a shred of homophobia I will curb stomp you (I will not have a debate about it in my inbox) BUT please don’t be afraid to point out if I made a mistake in terms of the gender of the reader (this is not an open invitation to critique the rest of the fic)Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia & the prison arc & subtle hints at a soulmate au (which is funny I wrote it like that because I don’t read soulmate fics lol)- otherwise its super fluffy 🥰

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.6k

Time was just a construct created by humans to understand how we moved forward in the universe, and even though I was exaggerating it had felt like a million years since I had been out with Spencer. Prison had already made it hard to see him, with all the pat downs and checks only to still be separated by a plexiglass wall. On top of that, Spencer had only let me visit once, until he saw eyes leering at me with some uttering slurs underneath their breath.

It wasn’t until he was freed that I could see him again, and in the flesh as well. I remember our first hug after he had been released, both of us practically soaking our clothes with tears that didn’t seem to stop. For Spencer, it had even taken along time to convince him that I was real, and that I was safe- there would be no homophobic prisoners coming to attack us in the night.

Spencer didn’t like the night, one of his worst fears was the darkness and night was when the shadowy parts of his mind came out to play. Oftentimes I’d find him in other parts of the apartment at night, with all the lights on, the bed was no longer a place of comfort. One night I had pulled him to the couch, lights all flicked on and a nature documentary playing softly. When I had brought his head into my lap to stroke his fluffy locks that were still beautiful even though they were still damaged from the prison soap, he had fallen asleep a lot easier. Since then the couch has become our bed. Though I did not mind because he kicked and cried less in the night, and even when he did, it was easier to hold him.

The night was a scary place for Spencer, except when the stars shone bright. That’s why when I had remembered one of our favorite past dates, at the observatory, I immediately called in a favor. We had the place to ourselves tonight, sure it cost me more money than I’d ever spent before on a date. It had been ages, a million years it seemed like since we went out in public, so the price was worth it. It was all for Spencer, to make the night good for him again.

Though I definitely loved looking at the bright balls of gas up above I much preferred to rest my gaze on Spencer’s eyes. Spencer’s eyes often reminded me of the stars, not because of their color- but because of the slight twinkle that they got every time he was happy. The twinkle in my opinion rivaled the brightness of the stars with ease.

Normally I could listen to Spencer rambling on about facts all day, being completely entranced by his phrasing. But, his eyes had entranced me this time. I was no longer thinking about the black holes that he was rambling about, but how lucky I was. How lucky I was to see that twinkle in his eye and get to kiss him at the same time?

I could’ve been born at any point throughout space and time, to see any number of amazing things across the universe. But, I was put here standing next to Spencer. Just two specks of stardust ready to be in this world together. However insignificant life could seem in the grander scheme of things- however small we could both seem, I wouldn’t want to be next to any other speck of stardust nor be placed at any point in space and time.

“And no particles or even electromagnetic radiation such as light—can escape from it.” I caught the last part of what he said as he finished his mini rant about black holes. Thinking about light being swallowed up and being crushed into oblivion it made me think of Spencer again, it was a sad thought, though it was filled with hope.

I thought about all the darkness that had tried to consume Spencer throughout the years. Most recently prison had been the thing that tried to stomp the light out of him. It was nice to see that light that had dimmed sparkle a little brighter tonight. Even though we have been dating for a long time I felt myself filled with a small amount of happiness knowing that I was at least part of the reason the sparkle in his eye was bright tonight.

“You ok?” Spencer piped up, looking at me with concern.

“The stars are bright tonight.”

He looked a little confused at my seemingly somewhat random statement, he still looked back up at the stars. On the inside I wished he’d kept his bright glinting gaze upon me, then he confirmed my statement, “Yes, yes they are.”

“You’re still shining brighter.” Even after all this time I still had the capabilities to make Spencer blush. Every time he did so I was reminded of the stuttering boy I had met all those years ago. When he had first approached me in the library so long ago to ask me if I was finished with a book I had set down to the side, he was instantly just as endearing to me as he is now.

It had been such a different time then, it seemed almost like another lifetime. We had been through so much together, I often thought the universe might have some vendetta against us. Though logically the universe wouldn’t be so concerned with two small specks of stardust such as ourselves. Either way, whatever was truly out there in the unknown, there’s no place I’d rather be.

A piece of paper, folded carefully so the creases would be neat, was burning a hole through my slacks. It was a small gift in the grander scheme of things, a blip on anyone else’s radar. This held more meaning for us than just some novelty gift people buy.

His eyes were back on the stars, observing them with such intensity that I hadn’t even seen the astronomer Spencer had introduced me to last time we were here. Spence craved the light above him- who was I to deny him if I could give it to him?

It may have not been plucking the stars out of the sky for him to cuddle in his arms in a literal sense. I couldn’t buy all the stars in the sky, the website didn’t allow that. I could give him one though, one that was brighter than any others they had for sale.

“I-I have something for you.” I stuttered, which had Spencer looking at me with suspicion; he was the stutterer when nervous, not normally me.

Spencer’s eyes were on me now, not the stars, though he looked at me with the same reverence as he did when gazing up at the Milky Way. The same way I always did.

My hands were shaky when I pulled out the folded paper, carefully undoing the creases to present him the certificate of ownership for a star. Spencer steadied them with his fingers wrapping around my wrists. They were long and spindly, just made in a certain way that made me always want to kiss the tips of them as I did so often.

He then took the paper from my hands, even though I wanted to be greedy and take the warmth from his hands that the paper was stealing. I cleared my throat before telling him what the folded paper was, still nervous over a simple sheet of paper,“It’s our star.”

Somehow his eyes gleamed ever brighter because of how the tears that were now welling up in his eyes refracted the light even more. He wiped them a little, so he could scan the paper over to read the certificate that to most people meant nothing.

“It’s so we can have a little bit more light in our life.” I chewed on my bottom lip after I finished giving him my reasoning for the gift, nervous about his reaction. His hands were shaking now, as were mine, though for different reasons.

If my brain was thinking logically I’d realize he’d love anything I have to him, he’d probably even treasure a vial of sand. “You’re all the light I need” He then pulled me into his lips by grasping at my cheeks, the paper still in his hands brushing up against them accidentally. The only people here to see the light between us was a mingling curious janitor. It didn’t matter who was watching, I only needed one person to be here, Spencer. And, every time I was in his presence I always stopped to think, there’s no place I’d rather be. There’s no one else I’d rather be attached to, no one else I want to call me their boyfriend. He’s my home and my light just as much as I am his.

There’s an old Buddhist saying that, when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making. So always appreciate and be kind to one another. I don’t know how much I put stock in the idea of soulmates, or the universe having some illogical vendetta against us, or the possibility of a being greater than humankind. I did know however, that if there was anyone in the world that I could possibly be soulmates with, it would be Spencer Reid. I’d spend the rest of my days comforting him from the darkness, happily showing him the specks of light in between that ultimately would defeat the swirling pools of black.

Ask Me Anything

—-

Tag lists (fill out this form to join):

Strike through means tumblr won’t let me tag you- check your privacy settings

All Works: @shotarosleftpinky @oreogutz @90spumkin @kyra-morningstar @spenxerslut @boxofsparklingmuses @katexrichardson @takeyourleap-of-faith

All MGG characters: @muffin-cup @willowrose99 @princesssmooshie @peterpanouat @anaagraceeberr @ashcakes1918 @reid-me-a-story @cosmic-psychickitty

Spencer Reid/CM: @calm-and-doctor @destiny-tsukino @safertokiss @slutforthegubes @onlyhereforthefanfics @jareauswifey @princesssmooshie @peterpanouat

[bentforkent]

coconut rum

emily prentiss x jennifer ‘jj’ jareau

content warnings: allusion to sex/hookup, !!!alcohol mentions!!, fluff, angst 

word count: 3,308

college roommate au

in which emily and jj are best friends and roommates who accidentally hook up 

----

emily prentiss is fucked. that’s her first thought when she wakes up in a bed that’s not her own. emily prentiss is so, astronomically fucked. that’s her second thought. that one comes when she turns to the source of the soft, sleepy puffs of breath beside her and is met with the very gentle and very naked frame of her best friend.

jj’s hair is splayed around her head in a halo. she’s sleeping on her back, the white downy comforter tangled in her legs. her head lolls to the side facing emily, like she’d fallen asleep mid-pillowtalk. emily trails a finger down the bridge of her nose with a feather-like touch. her fingers dance along jj’s collarbone, lingering there. jj’s soft skin is littered with deep red-purple bruises. hickeys, emily’s groggy brain registers. they’re almost grotesque, like a crime scene in a safe suburban neighborhood, and emily feels a little guilty looking at them even though she’s definitely the culprit. the room is comfortable and golden; a sort of divinity settling over the two of them as if they were two gods who’d created a universe the night before. emily looks at jj once again. no, they weren’t both gods. jj is far more celestial in this moment than emily could ever dream of being.

jj stirs with a twitch of her nose, letting her eyes flutter open. she rubs them until emily, who’s staring at her with intent adoration, comes into focus. “hi, em,” she murmurs, voice croaky.

“hi,” emily responds quietly, absolutely unable to hide the fondness in her voice. yeah, she’s fucked. she desperately wants to press a kiss to jj’s swollen lips, but she doesn’t know where they stand while sober. emily debates for a second, and after getting no hints from jj’s sleepy face, she takes a chance. slowly, emily kisses jj.

jj jerks away with a disapproving hum, and the bubble of bliss emily had created and made a home in pops. emily deflates, her shoulders curling in on themselves. there’s no words exchanged, but jj closes her eyes as if trying to shut out emily, shut out the night before, shut out that one incredibly uncomfortable kiss. emily gets the hint.

“alright, jj, shit,” emily says through a sigh, swinging her legs over the bed. her feet land in a sticky puddle that smells strongly of coconut rum. it’s disgusting, but she peels her feet up and pads out of jj’s room and to her own, leaving tropical footprints in her wake.

how stupid do you have to be to sleep with your best friend?, emily thinks, staring at herself in the tiny round mirror on her wall. her face looks sunken in, her eyes ringed with dark shadows. how stupid do you have to be to sleep with your roommate? she lets out a mirthless laugh. no big deal! no big deal. (but it is. emily just has a poor habit of pretending she has no emotions.) she rubs her face harshly, trying to get herself to wake up. once it burns, she stops, revelling in the redness of her face.

emily and jj have been roommates since they were freshmen. jj walked into their dorm room timidly, anxious to meet the girl she’d be sleeping across from for the year. emily greeted her with a toothy grin, and all of jj’s nerves were eased before they even spoke. from that moment on, they’ve been inseparable.

jj cheered emily up with a loving hand rubbing her back in circles when emily accidentally cut her own bangs too short freshman year. when jj cried after failing her first college exam, emily was there to hug her tightly and tell her that it would be okay. (they made flashcards for the next one.) after emily had her first hookup, jj was the one to discover her hickeys, and they gushed about the lucky girl through giggles. and jj called emily literally immediately after the cute guy in her organic chemistry class finally asked her out.

needless to say, the pair is close. there are hardly any moments in the past few years that emily remembers being without jj. emily could say she was surprised that they had accidentally hooked up last night, but she wasn’t. they had definitely shared some memories that screamed, “hey emily, you’re in love with your best friend,” but emily never paid them any mind until now.

maybe it’s the soft kiss that they share every single time they get drunk. or maybe it’s the pit that settled in emily’s stomach when she sent jj off on that organic chemistry date. or maybe, just maybe, it was the way jj would crawl into emily’s tiny twin bed and hold her after a bad day. maybe.

----

it’s about a month after the awkward hook-up that jj brings jason home. the tension in their apartment has been incredible, thick enough that emily feels like she’s swimming through it. it gets worse when the stupid frat guy walks in, arm slung around jj’s waist, looking like he’s been carved from marble. emily feels sick seeing him.

of course he’s beautiful, and blonde, and a man. he’s perfect for jj. jason sticks around for a while, and each time emily sees him she feels bile rise in her throat. for as much as he hangs around jj, he might as well be emily’s second roommate. she makes this comparison bitterly to herself, and immediately regrets it as soon as he decides to walk around the living room in only his underwear. she feels she manifested that, and makes a solemn promise to the universe to not put any more energy into jason.

she can’t keep that promise.

“your boyfriend didn’t put the toilet seat down again,” emily remarks, stirring creamer into her coffee. they haven’t spoken in weeks.

“i’ll talk to him,” jj replies flatly. her back is turned to emily as she rummages through their crowded refrigerator.

emily keeps her eyes trained on the curve of jj’s spine. “and there was piss in the toilet,” she says.

“okay,” jj repeats, “i’ll talk to him.”

“and---” emily starts, but is startled into silence by a bark of jj’s voice. the blonde woman whips around, ponytail swinging, and steels her gaze on emily’s seated figure.

“enough, emily,” she says harshly. she speaks slowly, as if emily was a toddler. “i will talk to him.” emily can’t control her face contorting at the tone jj has taken with her. her lip snarls up, her eyes narrow, her eyebrows furrow. but before she can come up with a sufficiently disgusted rebuttal, jj is gone, leaving nothing but a faint scent of vanilla in her wake.

as much as emily wants to stalk the other way, dragging her feet dramatically, there’s nowhere to go except to trail behind jj. their rooms are next to each other, something that they’d always valued. now, it makes emily’s stomach twist. she slams the door to her room and queues a playlist filled with angsty guitars. when her bluetooth speaker is loud enough to sufficiently shake the walls, she nods to no one in particular and flops back onto her bed.

she stares at her ceiling fan whirring; blades going ‘round, ‘round, ‘round. the tears in her eyes come from the cool air, she tells herself. they sit on her lower lashline, perched like tiny uncut gems situated in a wedding band. don’t let them fall, she thinks. then, at the recognition of her repressed emotions, she breaks, and the gemstone tears spill over and roll down her cheeks rapidly, their jagged edges leaving tiny cuts against her smooth skin.

“fuck,” emily mutters, but through her clenched teeth the word is just an exhale that bounces around the room. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck, and then emily’s crying harder. caught up in emotion, she tugs a photo of her and jj off of the wall.

it’s the one from their first nights out together. in the picture, emily’s arm is swung around jj’s neck, an alcoholic drink she was definitely too young to have in her hand. she’s smiling so wide at the camera, her eyes squint. jj is looking up at her like she hung the stars.

emily feels sick. everything seems to be mocking her. the picture, the blank wall where it used to hang, the left over sticky-tac there, even the sound of the ceiling fan. i have got to get out of here.

she flings herself at her desk, trying very hard to maintain balance as the desk chair nearly rolls out from beneath her. she opens her laptop, wiping away her tears with the heel of her hand.

there’s banging on the wall her and jj share, and a male voice shouts. “can you turn down your music?”

emily tosses the nearest textbook to her---one about the italian renaissance--- at the wall and turns the volume up two notches.  

a week later, emily has an appointment with a real estate agent to go look at a new apartment. it’s a one bedroom, and hopefully not too scrappy considering her price range. she puts on her most professional looking skirt for the tour--- she’s an adult now for god’s sake.

as she grabs her keys off of the hook next to the front door, emily sees jj for the second time since their tiff. (the first was when emily had answered the door for a pizza delivery man. she locked eyes with jj, who was tangled up with her boyfriend on the couch, on her way back to her room.) jj clears her throat, more so to garner confidence than to get emily’s attention. “i like your skirt,” she says, leaning against the hallway entrance.

“thank you,” emily says, hand on the front doorknob. she pauses and looks down. “now that you say that, i think it’s your skirt.”

and for the first time in what feels like forever, they laugh together. jj fills with warmth seeing emily’s eyes light up. she missed their glint. but as soon as the moment is there, it’s gone, emily closing the door behind her.

-----

“i really, really want this apartment,” emily says with much more enthusiasm than she expected to have. the studio is tiny, yes, but maximizes its space well. as soon as she walked in, the wheels in emily’s head began turning. she would put a rug here, hang the tv there. the ceilings are low, and suspiciously discolored in some places, but emily looks past that to see the apartment’s potential.

the tour was quick, considering the space, and emily is convinced by the end of the 20 minutes that this is the place for her. “i love the windows,” she says, running her fingertips across the windowpane. “i love this apartment.”

“i’m so glad, emily,” the real estate agent, rachel, says sincerely. her head is tilted in amusement as she watches emily drink in the space. there’s a pause, where emily is looking out of the window, unaware of rachel’s eyes trained on her. emily turns and gives her a small, shy smile.

rachel shakes her head as if to clear her mind. “i can draw up the papers,” she says.

at her words, emily is snapped back into reality. her only thought is jj. emily  can’t sign these papers right now. she has to make things right with jj first, then she’ll sign for the apartment. she can’t explain why it’s so important to her to have this talk with jj all of a sudden, but the tiny voice in the back of her head says it starts with an l and ends with an o-v-e.

emily relays this information to rachel, albeit more casually (“let me let my roommate know i’m planning on moving, first.”), then promises to call her later with an answer and a plan for when they can meet again to finalize the sale.

rachel sends emily off with a business card and a hug. when emily gets in her car, she feels icky and wishes they had opted for a handshake instead. she tells herself that a handshake would have just been more professional, but emily doesn’t care too much about professionalism. simply, she just felt weird hugging someone other than jj. this realization doesn’t surprise her, but it weighs heavily on her shoulders. how stupid do you have to be to fall in love with your best friend?

emily trudges through the front door of the apartment, footsteps slow with the anxiety of having to talk things out with jj. she pushes the door to jj’s room open, but is met with a perfectly made bed. jj’s not home. emily is relieved to an extent, but the anxiety creeps up over her when she realizes she’ll have to sit and wait for jj to get home to talk to her. how humiliating. emily tosses her shoes next to the front door with a bit more force than necessary, taking pride in the two thuds that follow. her phone feels heavy in her skirt pocket, like a mocking symbol of having to call a real estate agent later. a mocking symbol of having to leave this apartment. leave this life. leave jj.

emily can’t have the stupid phone on her anymore. she places it on the kitchen counter and promptly leaves the room, the laughing taunts of the “call” button becoming quieter as she slams her bedroom door and promptly falls asleep.  

an hour later, jj trudges through the front door of the apartment, the emotional toll of the day catching up with her. tears stain her cheeks, but she has no more energy to continue to cry. her piece-of-shit boyfriend had been such a dick when she broke up with him earlier in the morning. his homophobic comments about her and emily ring through her ears, taking up immense space in her brain. jj is drained from arguing with him, her throat raw from screaming. any man she has to defend her (oddly homoerotic) friendship with emily from is no man for her. she wishes she’d realized that sooner, because now she feels she might have lost emily forever.

jj is fixing herself a glass of ice water cold enough to hurt her sensitive teeth when emily’s phone starts buzzing on the counter next to her. jj hadn’t even noticed it was there. “rachel,” the phone screen reads, and jj is struck with a lightning bolt of envy. who is rachel? her eyes train intently on the phone until it stops ringing and a voicemail notification pops up.  in a rash, out-of-character motion, she clicks the green “listen” button and lets the voice mail play aloud.

“hey emily,” rachel’s crackly voice starts through the speaker. jj is biting her nails. “i know you said you’d call me after you sorted things out, but demand for the apartment has gone up and it’s probably going to be gone within the next few hours.” there’s a pause.

an apartment?, jj thinks. a new apartment?

“anyways, i enjoyed hanging out with you today and showing you around the place…” rachel trails off, then her voice returns. “so i just wanted to let you know that you’ll most likely need to sign within the next hour if you want it. alright, emily. goodbye.”  

without regard for emily’s naptime or for the consequences of literally snooping through emily’s phone, jj barges into emily’s room. though she thought she could no longer cry, tears well up in her eyes. “emily,” she says loudly.

“what the fuck, jj,” emily says, jolting awake and sitting up.

“you’re moving? with rachel?”  logically, jj had pieced together the fact that rachel is just the real estate agent, but she’s searching for things to be mad about, desperate to get a reaction out of emily.

emily lets out a short laugh at the ridiculousness of the confrontation. “can you calm down? we can talk about it, but not if you’re literally shaking with anger.”

jj looks down at her hands. sure enough, they’re shaking. that’s enough of a reality check as she needs. she sits on the edge of emily’s bed, and her fury morphs into sadness.

after a long pause, jj speaks. “we’ve never not lived together,” she says softly, looking down at the floor. her socked feet swing.

“i signed a lease to live with you,” emily says. “but you freaked out on me and brought a shitty ass boyfriend home, and i don’t want to live with him.”

jj is quiet. the cats on her socks appear to be dancing when she wiggles her toes. “we broke up this morning.”

“yeah?” emily says softly, keeping her eyes locked on jj, who still won’t look up. “i’m sorry.”

jj shrugs. “i broke up with him. it’s...it’s okay.”

emily puts her hand on jj’s arm. “look at me, jj.”

jj shakes her head in response.

“why not?” emily asks, tilting her head.

after a deep breath, jj looks up at emily, finally, eyes ringed in red. “i’m scared,” she whispers, voice cracking.

one good thing about being so close with jj is that emily never has to ask for clarification on anything. emily can read jj like a children’s book, from the way she takes her breaths to the way she forms her words. she knows that jj’s lip quirks up when she’s trying to be coy, and her eyebrows furrow when she’s annoyed. she knows that her shoulders hunch over when she’s relaxed, and her posture is straight and rigid when she’s anxious. with all of that, there’s no need to ask why jj is scared. emily knows.

emily places her hand against jj’s cheek, rubbing softly with her thumb. for a second, emily is transported back to the morning so long ago, when it was just her and jj and spilt coconut rum; the morning where jj was a divine being and emily was a mere mortal. in this moment, they’re equals. emily likes this better.

jj’s the one to initiate this kiss this time, a small detail that makes flowers bloom in emily’s chest. their lips lock slowly, hesitantly. jj peeks one eye open at emily, just to see her, and smiles into the kiss. jj deepens the kiss, and emily snakes her hands into her hair. she tugs gently, and jj lets out a tiny whimper.

emily pulls away with a wide smile, letting her hands rest at the base of jj’s skull. “move in with me.”

jj shakes her head, chuckling. “you know how much money it will cost for both of us to break our lease? no, thank you.”

emily pouts, and presses another soft kiss to jj’s lips. “this apartment is so cute though, jj.” she pauses, letting her eyes scan jj’s features. there’s no way she’s leaving her. “i’ll pay to break the lease and i’ll pay your half of the rent for a month if you come.”

“you can’t afford that!” jj says, correctly, and turns to press kisses against emily’s jawbone.

“i would rather be broke and with you than rich and without you,” emily replies. she’s running her fingers through jj’s hair, a motion she’s practiced many times before. this time is different. more tender.

-----

jennifer jareau is in love. that’s her first thought when she wakes up in a bed that’s still slightly unfamiliar. jennifer jareau is so, astronomically in love. that’s her second thought. that one comes when she turns to the source of the tiny snores beside her and is met with the very gentle and very naked frame of her best friend. jj kisses emily’s shoulder softly and sinks deeper into their new bed. the low ceilings of their new studio apartment envelop her like a warm hug.

[lykaokrios]

Predestined Sea - F!De Sardet x Vasco: Part 1

Fandom: Greedfall

Paring: Captain Vasco x F!De Sardet

Word Count: 1,467

Description:  Larke De Sardet knew there was always a chance her uncle would use her as leverage in some arranged marriage. What she hadn't expected was for it to be a contract marriage with the Nauts, leaving her married to a young Captain she'd never met.

AU Where the events of the game didn't happen, she is actually the daughter of the Princess, and she's not going to New Serene (at least not yet). I gave her a name because it's going to fit into the story at later points, and I just want her to have an actual first name :)

Warnings: Mild swearing, though AU may be some spoiler stuff

My AO3

Part 2

“You are asking me to do WHAT?” Vasco asks, not believing his own ears. Surely he’s mistaken.

“We wouldn’t ask this of you if we didn’t think it was what is best for the Nauts,” his Admiral says firmly. “I know it’s not ideal. But we are working on the details of the contract.”

“How would me marrying a noble from the Congregation possibly help the Nauts? And why would a noble family agree to this, they marry their children off to other nobles not us,” he insist as he crosses his arms.

The admiral sighs and lays a draft of the contract on the table. “There are things happening I can’t fully explain to you, but we need someone involved in their politics for our benefit.”

Vasco narrows his eyes at her as she talks, “Who exactly is this noble that just our marriage would significantly help the Nauts in Congressional politics?”

“Prince d’Orsay’s niece.”

“What!” Vasco shouts leaping from his seat. “You want me to marry a lass in line for the throne?”

“She’ll never take the throne,” she dismisses quickly. “The Prince has a son. Sit down.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” he mutters as he slides back into his seat. “What are we or they getting from this?”

“The idea is she will marry you and become more... sympathetic to us. But long term being your children will be in the high court helping make policies and decisions. They’ve been raised living in the courts and on our ships, with a noble mother and Naut father. We’re also getting better ports, and a better standing on Congregation lands,” she explains.

“Children? You’re already putting children into this?”

“Yes. As for what they will receive, better prices on voyages, transporting goods, and priority over the other nations. Both sides are getting good outcomes.”

“And I’m expected to just leave my ship, marry a noble and live in the courts like a pet?” He scoffs.

“No, you’ll get married and go back to your ship. You can take her with you if you two wish, or you can just come back and visit her. You will have to make appearances for some events with the both of you and you obviously have to have children, but we’re willing to work your schedule around it all,” she finishes.

He rolls his eyes, “The day the niece of the Prince wants to live on one of our ships under the direction of a Naut Captain is the day I eat my hat.”

“I’d suggest getting a replacement hat ready then,” she teases. “We’ve of course done research into her. She seems quite fond of the water, much to her uncle’s unhappiness.”

“So the oddest noble,” he sighs. “Maybe she won’t be awful, but why is it me?”

“The Prince was specific on who she married.”

“He chose me?”

“Not by name of course. But he wanted a high ranking Naut within five years of his niece that could be composed enough to attend court when need be.”

“Who old is she?”

“23.”

“I... see,” he mutters. “And I being the youngest Captain at 25 have fallen into this trap.”

“That’s why it’s you Captain Vasco. We regret the need for this, but I do not see it changing the path of your career. If you’re not an admiral by the time you’re my age, I will be very surprised.”

“So when is this happening?”

“That’s why I had you bring goods to Serene, they are here. We’re meeting with the Prince and his niece in two days.”

“Shit.”

-

“Uncle you can not be serious,” Larke De Sardet insists as she stands across from her uncle. “I can’t marry this man.”

“I am, and you will,” he states firmly, the frown growing on his face.

“I do not even know him!” She all but shouts, adrenaline pumping in her veins. The pit in her stomach growing.

“That’s how most arranged marriage work, you will meet him in two days, and you will marry him within the month and that is final,” the Prince snaps back.

“But uncle!”

“If you say one more word and force me to leave my seat to deal with you, you shall regret it child,” he growls at her. “You are to meet me in this room at sunrise the day after morrow. Dismissed.”

Nodding obediently, Larke turns on her heel and rushes out the door, the tears prickling at her eyes as she blinks to force them back.

Her mother and her cousin Constantin stand nearby waiting for her, but she brushes past them without a word heading for the back of the palace.

She hear’s her cousin shout her name, but she continues on her path until she hits the back door of the palace and takes off into a run.

She ran until her lungs burned and the sea air raced into her nostrils. Ripping off her fancy dress and kicking off her shoes, she discards them on the beach before she wades out into the water and stares across the open sea at the setting sun.

She’d always loved the ocean since she was a child. She was told her father was an explorer, that he spent his life uncovering the unknown, mapping out places she couldn’t imagine. A part of her had always hoped one day that could be her.

Looking further down the beach, she spots one of the Naut ships in the far distance and sighs. She didn’t want to marry a man she didn’t know. And knowing her uncle he’d go for the highest ranking person he could, which probably meant a much older man.

A chill goes up her spine at the thought, and she trudges back to the shore before plopping down to let the dying waves crash against her feet.

She sits for what feels like ages, until the sun finally settles behind the water and she allows herself to lay back in the sand to look up at the stars.

They’d always been another interest. All the pictures astronomers and Nauts had painted in the sky. Each with their meaning and story to go with the random combination of stars. There was always something comforting about being under the stars.

Under the vast open night sky, with the sound of the waves in the background was her one true ‘happy place.’

After a short while the sound of footsteps comes from further up the beach, her ears pricking at the sound before a smirk crosses her face as she hears her cousin utter a curse.

“Fair cousin, don’t try to drown yourself in the sea to escape a man, that’s a terrible plan,” he teases as he too kicks his boots off and sits beside her.

“Could have fooled me,” she chuckles. “Sounds preferable to the situation I’m currently facing.”

Constantin sighs heavily and places a hand on her shoulder, “I tried to talk him out of it… it didn’t go well but I tried.”

Glancing over at her cousin, she notices the evident bruise on his cheek, “Constantin… don’t fight with your father over me. You know he doesn’t change his mind. I love that you want to stand up for me, but you know him.”

“Unfortunately I do,” he agrees. “But I had to try. That a man is going to take away my dear cousin without my approval is a hard fate to accept.”

“He’s taking me away?” she questions, immediately sitting up to face him. “A Naut is taking me away, I’m going on a ship?”

“I spoke with your mother and apparently she fought with my father over the contract and put her own requirements for the marriage,” he explains. “That father couldn’t marry you off to someone more than 5 years your senior, and that you be allowed to travel with him if you so choose.”

“My sweet mother,” she sighs with relief. “I still want nothing to do with this… but she made it what she could I suppose.”

“Auntie is quite distraught over it all,” he admits. “I sat speaking with her after you took off. She hopes this will end up being a good outcome for you, getting you away from the palace and away from my father for awhile.”

“He’s not an easy man to get along with,” she agrees.

“He hates me, he just gets annoyed with you,” Constantin adds with a shrug. “I’ll never be good enough, and you’ll always be wrong. I suppose there’s nothing we can do about that.”

“I suppose,” she says unhappily before looking back up at the sky.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll fall in love with a handsome Naut Captain and run away to the seas,” he teases her with a smile.

“Fuck off.”

__________

Part 2

[kakooshi]

Where can i find all of your fics that you’ve written? Preferably bakudeku fics?

Oof, sorry for the late ask! Mid-terms caught me up in a bunch >_>

I write under DoeEyedBrat on Ao3! Sadly, I’ve only written 3 bakudeku fics with two being Tumblr inclusive. You can read them here:

Familar (Tumblr) (Ao3)

Izuku was the only one allowed to enter Katsuki’s room in their childhood. He didn’t expect that this would carry on into their teens as well (Canonverse). 

Starry Sweetheart (x)

During one of his searches for fallen stars, a star god encounters an amateur astronomer whose spirit ascends even his most wondrous creations (Mythological AU). [I’m thinking of re-writing this lmao]

Reach (x)

Katsuki confronts Deku in the worst way possible. Canonverse (Warning: Suicide).

If you plan on reading them, I hope you’ll enjoy!

[starboyjxmin]

Mobile Masterlist :)

Min Yoongi Category

Fanfics

First Love (Yoongi x Reader) Part  1  2  3  4  5 6 7 8 9

Description: Yoongi adopts the daughter of Hoseok after he abandoned the baby at the hospital due to the heart ache of loosing his fiancee to the child birth. 7 years later, Yoongi is married to Taehyung to share the custody over the little girl who seems to be getting wiser by the days which alarms Yoongi since it’s only a matter of time before the girl finds out the truth behind her birth and why she has no mom. It isn’t until he meets you, his daughter’s teacher, that he finally finds more than moral support and the ability to keep a level headed when Hoseok finally contacts the couple about wanting to meet Rose, the baby he left in Yoongi’s arms as well as how to deal with the possible loss of Rose as his daughter.

AU: Dad!Yoongi, Dad!Taehyung, Model!Taehyung, Label Owner!Yoongi, Teacher!Reader.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language

Motion in Reality (Yoongi x Reader) Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Description: Your undercover cop husband gets murdered by the same mafia he infiltrated to take down. His death leads to a chain of events

Drabbles

H.S. STAS /Name coming soon/ (Yoongi x Reader) Part 1

Description: /Yoongi as a song from Harry Styles’ self titled album/

AU: /Coming soon/

Warnings: /Coming soon/

Jung Hoseok Category

Fanfics

Equinox (Hoseok x Reader) Part  1  2  3 4 5

Description: You had left your comfortable rich home with your very well off, old money parents who never fully cared a lot about you given they were always busy with money-related affairs. As an expecting 19 year old, you decided to move to the apartment your parents owened in London that had been almost forgotten since the last time you were there was at the age of 5, only to find a homeless man with the heart of gold who lived in the complex’s back yard. The residents of the complex hold a meeting about how they want to vanish the man, some even talking about possible murder. You weren’t understanding why this was something they would dare thing. Long story short, you bring the man to your home and help him out. It isn’t long until you find his backstory sad and get to know him for who is, leading to fall for him. But maybe falling for the man is what gets him hurt.

AU: Rich!Reader, Expecting Parents!Hoseok

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language

Drabbles

H.S. STAS /Name coming soon/ (Hoseok x Reader) Part 1

Description: Hoseok as one of Harry Styles’ self titled album song

AU: /coming soon/.

Warnings: /coming soon/

Jeon Jungkook

Fanfics

Angel (Jungkook x Reader) Pt.  1  2 3 4

Description: Being in love with the filling on top of the world was easy, but becoming an astronomer in order to be closer to something you had fallen in complete love with had proved to be more than difficult which led you to switch majors. Your friend Jay decides to help you out of your misery by dropping you off at an adoption center where you find out they hold human hybrids from countries, but at the moment the failed hybrids from South Korean that couldn’t be sold there due to not being perfect experiments. You adopt a curious bunny hybrid named Jungkook and begin to learn about him as well as finding that the stars were in his eyes and he was a self unity of the galaxy itself by how he went about, talk, and touched you. As your relationship with the hybrid grows, so does your understanding of how the universe works, making him the bridge to caress your dream.

AU: Hybrid!BTS, Bunny!Jungkook, College Student!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language

Drabbles

Meet Me In The Hallway (Jungkook X Harry Styles’ album) Pt.  1

Description: Jungkook is a bus boy in Vegas for the Aria hotel when he comes across the most beautiful and exquisite woman who is you. After seeing how your husband treats you by publicly embarrassing you in the restaurant of the hotel, he finds himself too late to stop from coming to your aid long after the incident where he falls in love with you in the process. Naive as he is, he thinks he can be everything for you. But he soon realizes the truth.

AU: Busboy!Jungkook, Rich!Reader, BTS x Harry Styles’ album songs

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language

Kim Taehyung Category

Fanfics

Serendipity (Taehyung x Reader) Part  1  2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Description: Being a triple majoring girl with a sugar daddy wasn’t all bad as the media tried to convey sugar babies as. Your friend invites you to her sister’s wedding in South Korea and you tag along with her and her boyfriend but the trip turns into a curse with a blessing. You find things to be a bit uncomfortable as her boyfriend seems to get more abusive as the trip progresses. She had gotten you tickets for a meet and greet for a K-pop band called BTS where you caught the eye of one of the members of the maknae line, Kim Taehyung who goes to great lengths as well as ricks to be with you despite there being an obvious language barrier as well as cultural differences. But as the weekend progresses and gets closer to the wedding date, things prove to be a bit more difficult for you and the K-pop idol in love with you as your dates seem to go public where you receive a lot of racial backlash.

AU: None

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language, Racism

Drabbles

Woman (Taehyung x Reader) Part 1

Description: Taehyung doesn’t like his property being compromised.

AU: Vampire!Taehyung, Psycho!Taehyung, Foreigner!reader

Warnings: Smut, Vulgar Language, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder

Park Jimin Category

Fanfics

Starboy (Jimin x Reader) Part  1 2 3 

Description: One eventful night was enough to make you believe in shooting stars as you went to bid a goodnight to your parents’ graves when a strange alien came crashing into the cemetery. Without any thought, you bring him home to your housemate, Taehyung who is at first skeptical about the origins and who the literal starboy is but quickly takes a liking to him, calling him his cousin. You try to figure out what is best to do to keep his profile low and avoid the nosy government to take the alien boy who Taehyung names Jimin. Things get bad as the alien begins to develop feelings for you which could blow his full cover which ultimately boils everything down to whether you stay on Earth and let him go back to his planet, or you leave everything behind including your house mate who is like a brother to you and leave t become queen of Jimin’s planet to rule alongside with him. The thing is, you had not enough time to weigh the possibilities of the two options you have because of the men in black closing in on you by the minute.

AU: Alien!Jimin, College Student!Reader, Scrub Nurse!Taehyung.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language

Drabbles

H.S. STAS /Name coming soon/ (Jimin x Reader) Part 1

Description: Jimin as Harry Styles’ self titled song

AU: /coming soon/

Warnings: /coming soon/

Blithe (Jimin x Reader) Part 1 2?

Description: You finally meet your long distance boyfriend.

AU: Non AU for Jimin, Book Club Leader!Jimin, (Demon?Jimin)

Kim Seokjin

Fanfics

Lonely Star (Seokjin x Reader) Part 1

Description: /coming soon/

AU: /coming soon/

Warnings: /coming soon/

Drabbles

H.S. STAS /Name coming soon/ (Seokjin x Reader) Part 1

Description: Seokjin as Harry Styles’ self titled album song

AU: /coming soon/

Warnings: /coming soon/

Kim Namjoon

Fanfic

Japanese Denim (Namjoon x Reader) Part  1

Description: Namjoonn is the lead librarian in LA when he notices you coming in and reading strange genres and behaving oddly. He finds that he has developed a crush on the girl with the blue and white painted fingertips. He tries to find ways to talk to you but fails until 4 months after, he manages to strike up a poor conversation with you as you check out a book only to find out that you are the leader of the Crips of this side of town. He is beyond terrified of you and is also quick to judge which leads you to avoid him for two weeks before you decide to invite him over for dinner where he meets your adopted son Jungkook who is 19 which is strange to him given that you are 23. After frequenting you more, he finds himself in various difficult and dangerous situations because of you and your gang relations. 

AU: Librarian!Namjoon, Gang Leader!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Vulgar Language, Death, Drug Abuse

Drabbles

H.S. STAS /Name coming soon/ (Namjoon x Reader) Part 1

Description: Namjoon as Harry Styles’ self titled album song

AU: /coming soon/

Warnings: /coming soon/

Slash in the middle= Not done yet

Upcoming Projects -> Here

[singtotheskiies]

Say You Won't Let Go

pairing: alexander hamilton x reader modern au words: 2700 warnings: angst, drinking, death, and puking yeah boii (and I am obviously an underage minor so I have no clue what drinking and all this adult stuff is like lol) summary: song imagine based off of "Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur. this is literally the worst thing I've ever written so please brace yourselves. might have a james madison one next!!

I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough ------ His life had been chaotic. Anyone could attest to that. ​​​​​He had pushed his childhood away from him, as far as he could. Reliving those hellish years was the last thing he wanted to do. But lately, they had begun to resurface, and the dreams, the nightmares that shook him and forced him awake, sweat pouring off him, began to drain him. His work was growing busier and the load forced upon him became too much to bear. There was no time for anything else; his days consisted of writing and eating quickly, with an hour or two of sleep shoved haphazardly into his crammed schedule if at all possible. Even a man of his constitution and pure stubborn will couldn't keep up with such a timetable. He began to feel dark tendrils of hopelessness, of depression, curl around him, their hold ever tightening. That was, until he met her. He hadn't wanted to go to the party, but Hercules and Laf had insisted. "Alex," Hercules pleaded. "Only for a few hours. I promise it won't be much. You don't even have to drink. Besides, you need a break and I'm going to push you out of this door and into that bar if it's the last thing I do." ​​​​​​ "You might even meet someone special," Laf added. "That doesn't interest me," Alex told him, although something inside him, a small voice in both his head and heart exclaimed that it did. His weary soul was desperate for some type of companionship, someone who would care for him and make sure he was fine. Needless to say, Lafayette must have predicted the future. He walked into the bar and promptly sat on a stool, shaking his head at the bartender when asked if he wanted anything. He prepared himself for five hours of extreme boredom, until the voice came along and wiped everything away. "Is this seat taken?" you had asked, your light perfume wafting across him. He looked up and promptly forgot how to speak. Beautiful eyes, soft-looking mouth, hair slightly disheveled. Every small imperfection blended into a perfect vision. "Uh—um, no, no one's sitting here," he stuttered out, feeling his face grow warm. "(Y/N) (L/N)," you said, shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." "Alexander Hamilton," he managed. "Can I—can I buy you a drink?" The rest was history. He stammered out a request for your number and texted you ten minutes after you had left the bar. That led to a couple dates and he finally asked you out three months after that fateful night. You made him feel like he owned the world, like he was worth it. You gave him an incentive to work through the fog in his brain, to endure the long hours of stress, and your smile swept him away every time. ------ We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

------

"Alex, please? It's my birthday!" You pleaded with him until he finally gave in. It was your birthday, and you wanted to go to the same bar you had met him at. He was wary (he didn't like to drink and his tolerance levels were astronomically low) and secretly didn't like you being in such an atmosphere (he felt like the first man you saw would sweep you away from him), but he finally relented. You bounced excitedly on your feet and kissed his cheek. "You're the best!" He blushed and touched his cheek softly. Your heart melted at the small action. "You're so cliché. I love you," you added. No matter how many times he heard you say those words, a spark went through him that felt brand new each time. "I love you too." When you arrived at the bar, you went straight for the seats that you had occupied when the two of you first met. Thankfully, they were empty and you plopped yourself down. "One shot of (drink), please," you told the bartender energetically. "And for your man?" he responded. "I'll take a wine," Alex said, thinking of the least potent thing he could. You had downed three shots when Alex put a hand on your arm. "Babe, you better stop. I don't want you hurting yourself." You smiled at him, already feeling a buzzing from the alcohol in your system. "Oh, stop. I'm responsible; I'll be fine," you replied. "Come dance with me." Alex looked hesitant, but put down his barely-touched drink. You led him to a mostly uncrowded spot on the dance floor, and the two of you began to dance. You looked up at him and he gazed back with a small smile as the bright lights streaked across his face. His eyes were full of love and you beamed even brighter. "Thanks for taking me," you told him happily. ​​​​​​ "Anything for you," he replied. The lights and loud sounds were beginning to get to you, and you could feel a queasy sensation starting to build up within your stomach, but it wasn't bad. You pushed it aside and continued to smile, although it was more forced. Suddenly, your gut twisted unexpectedly and you ran for the bathroom. You heard Alex calling your name but couldn't stop. You could feel the alcohol coming back up and you bolted for the nearest toilet. Thankfully, no one else was in the room. You retched into the porcelain bowl as your stomach turned itself inside out. It subsided for a bit and you clutched the sides of the toilet, your hands shaking. The door opened and you turned to see Alex. "(Y/N), what's wrong—oh," he said, as he took in the scene. "Alex, I don't want you to see me like this," you told him, but then had to stop as you doubled over again. He ran to your side and held your hair back as you emptied your stomach again, rubbing your back softly and murmuring comforting words to you. You finally finished and stood shakily up. "I need to wash my face," you said, and proceeded to do so as he flushed the toilet. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked him when you had finished.   "Yeah, just a little light-headed. You're the one I'm worried about, though. Do you want to go?" he asked you. You nodded. "I'll be fine, but I think we should go. I don't wanna risk anything else."

------

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest

------ You smiled at him, pouring all your love and gratefulness into that one gesture, and Alex felt a shock wave crash over him. Any trace of fuzziness and alcoholic affects was purged from his body and his thoughts ran on a crystalline track, sharper than ever before. He held out his arms to you as this happened, and you collapsed into them. He pulled you tighter, catching a whiff of that same perfume over the much more prominent smell of bile. You looked up at him—and oh, the things those eyes did to him—and said, "You should stay over tonight." "As long as you get some rest," he told you. "I want you feeling your best." ​​​​​ "That rhymes," you said impishly, and he rolled his eyes. "Glad to see your sense of humor hasn't suffered any." "Shut up," you giggled playfully, cuffing him on the arm. "Let's go home."

------

I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go ------ You fell asleep in his arms, feeling the safest you ever had in your entire life. His body seemed to form a barrier between you and the rest of the world and he was warm and real and this was love. He noticed you had fallen asleep, and he brushed a piece of hair away from your face as he traced a heart on your shoulder. As he stared lovingly at your sleeping face, his mind began to work overtime—you always had that effect on him. Sure, he knew he loved you, but something within him shifted in that moment, something that shifted him up another notch. I want to spend my life with her, he realized. She's the one and nobody else.

------

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night ------ You blinked as your eyes opened to seemingly blinding sunlight flooding into the windows of yours and Alex's bedroom. A shape materialized in front of you—Alex (unshaved) with a tray in his hand. "I brought you some breakfast, darling," he said. "You deserve it." "Alex—" you started. "And I took the day off. We have the entire day to ourselves." "Alexander Hamilton, you shouldn't have!" "That's the name. And don't you 'Alexander' me," he grinned. "I'm taking Philip to school." "I'm so lucky to have you," you told him. "No, I'm the lucky one," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Just relax. I'll bring Philip in after I make sure he's ready." He left the room, closing the door softly. You were left alone with your breakfast, and you smiled out the window as you put on your ring. The peace didn't last long, however, and your oldest son burst into the room with all the whirlwind joy of a nine-year-old boy. "Morning, Mama!" "Hi there, Philip," you said, smoothing back one of his curls sticking straight up on his forehead. "Ready for school?" ​​​​​​"Yeah," he said. "I have a history quiz today, but I think I'm ready." "Knock 'em out, Philip. I know you'll blow everyone away," you said. "Thanks, Mama," he said. "Love you." He kissed you sweetly on the cheek and you held him tight. "I love you too, my son." He exited in the same uproarious manner he had arrived and you heard the car backing out of the driveway. What a family.

------

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that everyday you'll get better You make me feel this way somehow

------ Alex turned on the radio, a love station. A song came on, one of the ones that had played on the night you first met. ​​​​​​ "(Y/N) Hamilton, your husband of ten years admits that he is not as young and handsome as he used to be, but he requests the singular honor of this dance." "How can I not accept," you responded, and he took you in his arms. The two of you twirled around the living room, and your cheeks grew rosy and your eyes sparkled with laughter. "I see you're still as dashing as always," you told him, a slight pant edging your voice. He looked down at you lovingly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered softly, and a wave of happiness washed over you. Your swaying slowed as your lips met and he traced the same heart on your shoulder as he always did. Every kiss was as pure, as beautiful as the first.

------

I'm so in love with you And I hope you know Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold We've come so far my dear Look how we've grown And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go I wanna live with you Even when we're ghosts 'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

------ You flipped over in bed, surprised when your arms met only air. Not again, you thought. You got out of bed and made your way to Alex's study, your nightgown trailing behind you. The door was closed and a crack of light shine through the bottom. You opened it softly to see your husband scratching away in a notebook like you knew he would. Even now, at age fifty, his store of words flowed unchecked. "Alexander, come back to sleep," you implored him. "You write like you're running out of time." He turned and smiled at you, his hair glinting with threads of gray in the light. "I'll be back before you know I'm gone," he replied. You knit your brows together. "Hey. You're the best of wives and best of women." You kissed him on the bridge of his nose, just above the wire of his glasses.   "Don't be too long."

------

I'm gonna love you till My lungs give out I promise till death we part like in our vows So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows 'Cause now it's just you and me till we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

------ You knew something was wrong with Alex when he began complaining of chest pain. The doctor had thought nothing of it at first, diagnosing it as just high blood pressure. However, your instincts told you otherwise and, after his pain began getting significantly worse, you had him taken in for scans that revealed a tumor on his heart. He had two months to live, if that. "How could you miss this?" you sobbed to the doctor. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hamilton. I really am." "Please. Just leave." A month later he was rushed to the emergency room. You rode in the ambulance, your heart feeling as if it was being ripped apart as you held your husband's hand. The doctors tried an operation, but shook their heads when you asked them frantically if your husband was still alive. Finally, you were called out of the waiting room and into Alex's room. ​​​​​​ "He's got a few minutes, tops. We'll leave you two alone," said the lead heart specialist, and the medical personnel all filed quietly out of the room. They had seen it a thousand times before. You sat on the edge of the bed. "Alex?" you whispered, trying not to cry as you took his hand. He opened his eyes and gave a weak smile. "(Y/N). My love." "Are you all right?" you asked him, the tears flowing freely now despite your efforts. "A lot of pain. I know what's going to happen. (Y/N), I love you more than anything in this life." His other hand moved and you saw he was holding out a piece of paper. "This is what I've been working on. For you. Somehow, I could sense my time was running out." You looked at it briefly, unable to see through your tears. A song. "Oh, Alex," you cried, your voice choked. Suddenly, his eyes clenched tightly in pain and his breathing began to slow and become ragged. You held on tighter, as if that could stop the pain, stop the whole nightmare.   He opened his eyes. One last time. "(Y/N).' "I'm here." The words were barely distinguishable. "You're—you're my everything. I love you." A machine beeped, but you didn't need to see the now-flat line that measured his heartbeat to know that your love was gone. ​​​​​​ You wept, alone with his legacy in your hand.

------

Just say you won't let go Oh, just say you won't let go

[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM : ASTRONOMER X FALLEN STAR AU

ASTRONOMER X FALLEN STAR AU … edmond honda is an astrology professor from metro city’s university who looks over his students in his class. one night, he meets dhalsim, a fallen star who desires to learn about the world of metro city. they become each other’s roommate with only one bed to share, but they don’t mind sleeping together.

FILTER USED … chilled by mozcodes (insta) & saccharate by kaijucatedits (insta)

A/N … lukejamie will be the supporting ship of the story . in their role, luke sullivan is edmond’s student that keeps an eye on him & jamie is the fallen star who is the troublemaker and will have to deal with it . they’re definitely fight like if they’re rivals the first time they meet .