#glanced up and the break room graced me with this lovely view

[riverofthought]

i notice autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀friedrich nietzsche

[jaylaxies]

ROMAN HOLIDAY

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, slight fluff, protected and unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), cunnilingus, marking, creampie, mentions of petnames (princess, baby, darling, daddy), lots of kissing and brief mentions of smoking, stealing, running away from cops, drugs, somnophilia (consensual), etc.

WC: 10k words

SYNOPSIS: visiting your grandma’s place was more or less your entire plan for your summer vacations and only break you get before your university starts, although, meeting your neighbour, bickering with him and clutching his hand while running away from cops wasn’t in your bucket list.

PLAYLIST: welcome to wonderland by anson seabra, movement by hozier, if you let me by alina baraz, how to love by jen z, roman holiday by halsey.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my sweetest angels <3 i'm finally here with a jake fic which was long due! i hope you guys like it <33 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D loveyou all <3

Bagging a window seat for a day-long journey sure is a blessing, peculiarly when you have to stay sitting at your spot in a train for a sum of six hours. Nestled in your seat, you sit straighter when the scenic view of the sea water meeting the sky graces your eyes—which you capture on your phone’s camera with a soft smile. 

It felt as if it had been ages since you got out of your room, where you used to be cooped up during the entirety of your day, studying for your final year of school. 

Your parents were concerned. They were highly proud of you for achieving top honours, yes, but it was about time you went out and cherished your life a little before you got winded up in the stress of University yet again, which was to start in one month. 

And what’s a better place to spend your vacations at if not at your granny’s home? 

It was a few minutes past six when you finally reached your desired destination, dragging your luggage behind you as a swish of cold breeze hit you. It looked straight out of a movie with how the train station was lit up by old-fashioned lamps which radiated warmth just by glancing towards them.  

You hugged your cardigan tighter, walking out to find the taxi stand just outside the exit area of the station, pulling out your phone to show the driver the address you’d be meaning to go to. He was a kind man, helping you put your luggage into the trunk of his taxi. Your curious eyes looked out, observing how much the town had changed over the years. 

You were seven when you last visited her hometown. Ever since then, your grandma used to be the one who visited you in the city, at your place, however she did not wish to leave her town and move in with your family. You could see why she chose to stay here—the serene view, the freshness in the air, the tranquil surroundings, it made the corner of your lips curl up into a smile. 

It only got wider once the driver stopped his taxi in front of your grandma’s house. It was exactly how you had remembered it to be—a small but two story house with a big veranda which was lit up by fairy lights on the big bushes. The back door connected the path towards the small pool and then yet another door linked the beach from your backyard. 

Your grandma stood by the door with the fondest smile gracing her ever so beautiful face, a few grey strands fell on her face and you couldn’t help but get out of the taxi and run towards her, capturing her in an embrace. A hearty chuckle filled the air, the scent of your favourite cookies encapsulated you, making you wonder if she had baked a batch just for you as you snuggled further, her hand patting your head exactly the way she used to do ever since you were a kid. 

“I missed you, grandma.” Your expression said it all, and she looked more than happy to usher you in the house, saying how chilly the night was and you made sure to pay the driver, thanking him for his service as you dragged the luggage in. 

A wave of nostalgia hit you as your eyes wandered off to observe each corner, but your grandma didn’t hear any of it, making sure her granddaughter was well fed and rested after the long journey. 

She spent a good while telling you embarrassing stories of your father during dinner, which you listened to with delight, sharing your own stories with zeal before you climbed up the stairs, opening the door to the room you used to use each time you stayed over as a child. 

It didn’t change, the bed was still too big for you, the windows were spotless as if it had been cleaned frequently and the scent of old books paired with a tinge of vanilla filled your senses. Your body felt calm and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this way. 

Calling your parents, you updated them by telling you had reached safely as you walked in the balcony, feeling comfortable in a sweatshirt and cotton shorts. The night sky resembled a velvet blanket full of glistening stars. 

However, a figure clad in all black captured your attention. It was a bit beyond one in the morning, which is why it was unsettling to see someone walk in such dim lights. The stranger made his way towards your neighbouring house, making you wonder if he lived there. 

Shrugging, you sighed. Sitting at one place for hours does tire your body, so you proceed to finally get into your cozy bed, setting an alarm before your grandma comes in to check if you require anything. 

“Sweet dreams my little peanut,” your grandma smiled, closing the door behind you as you replied back with a gentle voice. 

“Sweet dreams, Gigi!” It was a nickname you used for her, she found it lovely. 

The placid atmosphere and the distant sound of waves acted as a catalyst to your sleep, and you slept soundly, not knowing that the calmness was just a start to your inevitable venture—something no one could have prepared you for. 

You found yourself walking alongside your Gigi to visit the lady next door in the afternoon. She was a kind soul—as stated by your grandma, not to mention that she treated her like her own family, making sure to provide help whenever she could and that’s the reason why you were going to meet her. 

It wasn’t the first time; apparently you used to play in their veranda a lot as a child, which again, you didn’t remember. However, when the lady—Mrs. Sim, opened the door, the memories came rushing back to you. She was jolly, almost as if she was waiting for your arrival and soon, you were engulfed into a sweet hug. 

She called out your name in sheer excitement, leaning back to take a good look at your face, which sported a silly smile due to embarrassment. 

“Aw, love. You’ve grown into such a pretty young lady,” she gushed, ushering you both inside and into the living room area. 

“And you don’t look a day over twenty, Mrs. Sim,” you replied, not lying considering how youthful she appeared to be. 

Her smile only widened at your comment, “now, another word and I’ll be floating in the clouds,” she said, making you chuckle as you got engaged in a conversation, sipping on the cranberry juice which Mrs. Sim had so kindly offered you. 

It was decided that you’d be having lunch together, and you tried your best to help the two women in the kitchen but you were soon shoved out, saying you don’t have to do a thing and rest—that’s the purpose of your vacations. 

Which made you sit down and use your phone, scrolling through random apps and replying to all the texts. 

“Y/n!” Soon, you were called into the kitchen, and you poked your head in with a smile. 

“Yes, Gigi?” 

“Oh, peanut, can you please go upstairs and call Jake for lunch? It’s almost done.” She asked. 

You tilted your head in confusion, mind wandering back to the guy you had seen last night and you came to the conclusion that Jake might be Mrs. Sim’s son. 

You nodded, heading up the wooden staircase. Would you have to introduce yourself to him? Would it get awkward? You had no clue. 

Knocking on the door twice, you took a step back and patiently waited for the door to open and so, you tried again to no avail. You wondered if he had his headphones on, which left you with no choice but to open the door, peeking in slightly only to find the room empty. 

“Oh,” you let out, closing the door behind you for the sake of privacy. 

“He’s not in his room,” you informed Mrs. Sim. 

She sighed, serving a good portion of food for all of you, “I could have sworn he didn’t go out,” she shook her head as you three sat down. You let the elders start eating first and only then you picked up your chopsticks to do the same. 

“I haven’t seen him in a while, what’s the tough guy up to?” Your Gigi asked. 

“He’s busy enrolling himself into universities,” Mrs. Sim says, a sad smile taking over her face, “he says he doesn’t want to leave me and is aiming for nearby universities.” 

“My my, isn’t he a darling boy?” Your grandma praised while you chewed on your food, which melted right in your mouth, silently eating while hearing them converse. 

It didn’t take long for your grandma to ask them to come over for dinner the very next day, “it’s only fair that I cook for you too,” she argued when Mrs. Sim told her that she shouldn’t bother. 

This time, your grandma let you help with the cooking, and of course, you were sent to invite the Sims over for dinner. You hugged your white cardigan close to your body—the nights tend to get chilly. Walking over to the neighbouring home, you rang the bell and were greeted with the sight of Mrs. Sim, who actually dressed up for the little dinner party. 

“Oh, darling. Can you please call Jake down for dinner too?” She asked you as she was busy tidying up her own kitchen. 

“Of course,” you smiled. 

It was the second time you were heading up the stairs. This time, you were sure you’d be meeting the said boy. You found yourself standing right in front of his room yet again, gulping down your nervousness. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to introducing yourself to new people, school made sure you knew how to do that, however, your nerves were acting up. 

With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, twice—just like the last time. The difference, however, was that the door was opened in this instance. 

The scent of an intoxicating blend of masculinity and sophistication announced his presence, undertones of musk and wood laced up, providing him a complex aura altogether. 

A tall guy with parted black hair leaned against the doorframe, eyebrow perfectly raised in question, his arms folded as his honey brown eyes with the slightest speckles of gold stared your way, his plump lips soon curling up into what seemed to be an assortment of a smile and a smirk. 

“You must be Y/n,” he stated, standing up straight, which caused his muscles to flex enough to the point it was visible in his white button up. 

You licked your lips unknowingly, moistening them up before you nodded, extending your hand for him to shake, “pleasure meeting you, Jake.” 

His eyes travelled down from your face to your hand, a low chuckle left his mouth, him opening the door and stepping out, coming closer to you as he grabbed your smaller hand in his bigger, warmer ones in a firm handshake. 

“I can see why my mom can’t stop talking about you,” he said, making you tilt your head in question, eyes never leaving his face which was captivating. 

“And why is that so?” You asked, stepping back slightly as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“Because you seem to be a good girl,” he breathed, making you go still as he leaned back with the same smirk, leaving you behind, walking down the stairs. 

Now, you didn’t expect the situation to turn out this way, yet you knew that talking to him further would only cause your head to hurt. 

What even made him think about you being a good girl?

Is it your outfit? Plain, loose jeans paired with a pink top and cardigan. It’s basic enough not to be categorized so easily. 

You scoff to yourself, already hating the situation as you walk downstairs, only to find Jake with a smile that genuinely looked sweet while he talked to his mother, helping her lock the door. 

“I see you met Jaeyun,” she smiled, and you nodded, sitting alongside her, not sparing a glance at the said boy as you didn’t even know his real name was Jaeyun. 

The table was set for four, which made you sit right across from Jake, who’s demeanour had changed as he complimented your granny, who laughed at his sweetness. 

“Here, have some more,” he says, serving another portion to your grandma, who cooed at his kind conduct at the table. 

He made sure to be on his best behaviour, only in front of others but when his gaze fell towards you, a bored expression overtook his features, which no one paid attention to. 

You rolled your eyes. It hadn’t even been a whole day since you met and yet the boy made you dread his presence. He wasn’t being straight up rude per se, however his actions weren’t subtle either just like how he completely ignored your existence during the entirety of the dinner. 

He offered to clean up, which included him having to clean up your plate as well, which was something he did with a frown on his face as Mrs. Sim endorsed that he should help with the household work. 

Both ladies were in awe of how well mannered Jake was, and it left you irritated to no end before Mrs. Sim called out your name softly. 

“Jake’s been acting distant lately,” she told you in a soft voice, making sure the said boy doesn’t hear you both, “and comes home late from his part time work, doesn’t share a lot these days too,” she sighs before looking at you softly, “you’re such a lovely girl, Y/n. I’m sure Jaeyun would love to have you as a friend he can rely on. Will you please look after him?” She asked, eyes sincere with worry for her son. 

Now, you were provided with two choices—one to say yes and agree, but you’d have to be in Jake’s proximity for that. The second one would be a plain no, which would sound disrespectful and insolent. 

So you put on your most convincing smile, which turned into an unadulterated one when you saw her being concerned about her son, “of course, I’ll do that, Mrs. Sim.”

“Oh please! Call me auntie,” she swatted her hand at your formal usage of name and you laughed, agreeing. 

Since the dinner was summed up now and the dishes were done, courtesy of Jaeyun; you were asked to walk them back home, which wasn’t even a two minute walk, however you couldn’t say no to your grandma and hence, you agreed. 

Mrs. Sim—or your auntie Sim, thanked you for the dinner, and proposed to at least have one meal of the day together each day, which you thought was a lovely idea given that you had grown to like the lady. 

You were just about to leave when she went inside but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you right away, making you look up at Jake in question. 

“You don’t have to bother being my friend, you’ll only be a hindrance in my way,” he says smoothly. 

Your expression turns sour, almost as if you were bored, “why? So you can keep your fake good boy persona up and going?” You said, mimicking his tone. 

Not expecting such a reply, he let out a surprised scoff, mixed with the slightest chuckle, “so what? It doesn’t concern you. Or are you offended that I’m not actually good, like you,” he whispered, leaning close, which made you realize how tall he actually was, “you know nothing about me, princess.”

The nickname rolled off his tongue seamlessly, sending a shiver down your spine while you kept a straight face, trying not to seem affected at all. 

“Neither do you know about me, Sim. So stop making assumptions and just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I’ll take your bullshit.” You rolled your eyes, saying it all in one go before turning around to leave. 

“You should be scared of me,” he chuckles behind you. 

“In your dreams,” you retorted, not sparing him another glance as your heart palpitated. 

You had never talked to anyone in such a manner before, it gave a sense of newfound confidence—which you needed.

Jake simply watched you walk back to your place, shaking his head once you disappeared from his eyesight and still, a humorous smile never left his face. 

You had updated your parents about your three days here and later called your friend to do the same, who was also busy with her own vacation bucket list, yet it was a refreshing talk given that you currently did not have much to do to entertain yourself. 

Which left you to grab your swimwear and go for a swim—utilizing the pool in your backyard. 

Gigi loved to sit by the pool and made sure that it was cleaned every now and then. She had gotten it cleaned right in the morning today, which also gives you an opportunity to use it. 

The sunset casted a warm glow on the calm waves of the pool, the slight breeze in the air making it serene as you immerse yourself in the water, it closing you right in, feeling like a warm hug. 

You started slowly with effortless strokes, enjoying the feeling of lukewarm water on your body. You stopped after a while, resting as you let your body float with your eyes closed. 

“Enjoying ourselves, are we now?” A voice broke your state of tranquillity, your eyes opening in a swift and the water sloshed with how fast you turned around. 

Of course, it was none other than Jake sim who sat on the pool lounge chair, arms behind his back as if he was sitting to enjoy the view. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” You breathed out in question. 

He looked at you, feigning disappointment as he leaned to look down at you, “oh, princess. Didn’t they teach you not to use such filthy words?”

His condescending tone only riled you up, “didn’t they teach you not to show up at someone’s place unannounced?” You mocked, getting out of the pool and trying to find your towel, only for you to realize he was sitting right on it. 

“I’m simply here to get cumin from your grandma, we ran out of it, you see,” he explained, not sounding sincere as he let his eyes wander all over your wet body, barely covered with your bikini. 

Your eyes, however, focused on the cigarette he took out from his pocket, making you gasp as you made your way towards him in an attempt to snatch it off his fingers.  

Nevertheless, Jake was quicker to get up, grabbing your hand which was extended and pinning it up against the wall, his body pressed up against yours, successfully making your body go still with shock. 

Yeah, you didn’t really adore your body’s fight or flight response. 

“Fuck—” your eyes widened, yet he wasn’t the one to give you even a second to complain. 

“Shh, princess. I don’t want a single bad word coming out of your mouth now, is that understood?” He asked, using his condenscending tone again. 

You could feel every ounce of confidence which you had yesterday leaving your body as you stared into his honey eyes, an unconscious slight nod betraying you.  

That satisfied him, although he didn’t bother changing his position, nor did he mind your wet body as he took out a lighter from his free hand, lighting up the flame, keeping it close to the cigarette which was pressed in between his lips. 

Your eyes were transfixed on his face, observing how swiftly he closed the lighter, stuffing it in his pocket right before he looked away, blowing smoke into the air, giving you the greatest opportunity to stare at his consummate side profile. 

He took the joint back in his fingers, returning his attention your way, “ever smoked before?” He asked, tone seemingly raspier. 

Not trusting your voice, you simply shook your head as to provide him an answer. 

He snickered, “of course you haven’t. It goes against your good girl rulebook, doesn’t it?” 

“Shut up!” Your sudden outburst of anger only humoured him, even more so when you tried to snatch the cigarette from him using your free hand to prove him wrong. 

He didn’t let it happen. 

Instead, you found yourself looking right into his eyes with his slender fingers holding your chin in place. His breath was cool with a lingering smell of mint—which was probably due to the flavour of cigarette. 

“Want it that bad now?” He raised his brows, “open your mouth,” he ordered, not giving you a second to comply, his thumb parting your lips as he desired. 

He took a drag, inhaling the smoke deeply as you gulped, you could hear your heartbeat, or maybe that was simply how aware you were of your surroundings—your proximity with Jake. 

Tilting his head, he leaned in again, mouth parted just the right amount. He let the smoke out and into your mouth in an agonizingly slow fashion, his lips on the verge of touching yours. 

Your subconscious took over once you inhaled the smoke and it hit your throat. The burning sensation caused you to push him off as you coughed out in distress. 

“Guess you can’t handle it, princess,” he clicked his tongue in disappointment. 

You glared his way, composing yourself enough to actually snatch the cigarette from his fingers and take a deep puff, ignoring the way it burned your throat. It was your turn to surprise him by pulling him closer, grabbing his collar. 

Your eyes were closed when you leaned in, blowing the smoke right into his mouth, causing him to take it all in, him never once closing his eyes. He stared at you with such intensity that you could feel it, despite your eyes being closed. 

Once you were done, you breathed deeply, throwing the cigarette on the ground, “don’t get ahead of yourself, Sim,” that’s all you said before walking back into your home, rushing up the stairs and into your room just to avoid running into him again. 

Only when you were in the safety of your room, you let out a frustrated scream right into your pillow. 

Three days in your vacation and this boy had already driven you insane to the point you had smoked right into his mouth. 

You took a warm shower before taking a nap—something you required to calm your heart before you saw him at dinner, again. 

In contrast to yesterday, when he didn’t provide you with an ounce of attention, his behaviour had done a solid one eighty as now, he provided you with his utmost attention, passing you subtle smirks during the entirety of the dinner. 

You were more than glad when auntie Sim distracted you by indulging in random conversations, and you can easily say you enjoyed the information she was providing you with at the given moment. 

“And, and!” Auntie Sim said full of excitement, “Our Jaeyunie was four and you were three when it happened. He was so curious about you playing on the beach building sandcastles alone, he wanted to talk to you and so he collected flowers from our garden and gave them to you,” she cooed. 

You looked at the boy, surprised with the information of him being a sweet baby. Now, he was the one who tried to stop his mother from spilling the stories any further, averting his gaze but you didn’t let it go. 

“Aw! That’s so cute Jaeyunie. Where are my flowers now?” You asked, voice annoyingly high to bother him. 

Your grandma laughed as auntie Sim only urged Jake to get some for you. He looked your way, annoyed and you only passed him a sweet smile. 

You couldn’t deny, being a menace did feel good at times and the dinner wasn’t so bad after all. 

Yet, the events of the evening didn’t let you sleep, causing you to walk on the balcony yet again and you couldn’t miss the figure clad in all black leaving your neighbour’s home yet again, at two after midnight nonetheless. 

It wasn’t something you should be indulging in yet you couldn’t help but wonder.

What exactly was Jake up to? 

In these ten days of vacation, you had done quite a few things which included learning a few recipes with your grandma, bickering with your neighbour, minus the proximity as you made your mission to stay away for the sake of your poor heart. Majorly, you had grown to adore the beautiful beach which was right behind your home. 

Seeing how you had nothing to do in the given moment, you found yourself sitting on the warmth of the sand yet again, close enough for your feet to touch the water which was cold, juxtaposing the temperature of your body.  

You didn’t know how long you sat there dazed, watching the never ending blue waves stretching as far as possible, till you gasped and got taken back into reality once a hand on your shoulder shook you in annoyance. 

It was none other than Jake, who stood there with his jaw clenched, a bouquet of flowers resting in his right hand, causing you to raise your brows at him. 

“Mom forced me to do this, okay?” He huffed, handing you over the multicoloured bundle of happiness. 

It didn’t matter that it was Jake who gave you the flowers, it still made you happy, a smile growing on your face as the scent infiltrated your senses. 

This certainly wasn’t the kind of reaction Jake was expecting from you. He was sure you’d throw a snarky remark or maybe simply not take the flowers from him, but even you couldn’t deny the beauty of nature. 

“Thank you,” you whispered under your breath, surprising him even more. 

It was one of the days you felt calm, not wanting to channelize your energy into something as useless as picking up a fight, however, Jake won’t leave without that happening. 

“That’s it? You just need flowers to shut up?” He tantalizes you to answer back. 

You only give him a sour look in return, wondering what he’s even doing on the beach wearing shoes, clad in leather jacket as if he was going for the cliché illegal races you see in movies. 

“You should go, Jaeyunie,” you nodded with a fake smile. 

Your phone started ringing just then, and Jake caught the display name right before you picked up the call. 

It was Lee Heeseung—the guy who was your study partner in school and also the guy who was your competition when it came to academics. 

The call wasn’t long, he had simply contacted you to inform you about the university he got into as you also filled him up with the university you got accepted into. 

You assumed that Jake would have gone back, which wasn’t the case as he stood behind you, eavesdropping shamelessly. His expression turned into one of realization when he saw you actually smiling and talking sweetly to whoever was the guy who had called you, a scoff leaving his mouth on its own accord. 

“Yeah! Yeah, of course. Will text you later, goodbye!” You smiled, concluding the conversation only to find Jake still standing at the same spot, making you look at him in question. 

“Didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said, seeming bored. 

A sigh left your mouth, Jake was great at making assumptions, “why do you care?” You asked. 

“I don’t,” he replied, not missing a beat, “I should go, I have work to do,” he said, walking back to his place. 

Your lips worked before you could process anything, “yeah? Like you do every night?” You asked. 

He stilled, turning back in a second and crouching down to your level, grabbing your nape, pulling you close to him, “don’t get involved in my matters, Y/n. I’m saying this for your own fucking good,” he seethed out, causing you to gulp, your heartbeat rising up due to the proximity again. 

“What are you up to, Jakey?” You asked teasingly, trying to diffuse the tension. 

“Nothing that concerns you, princess. I’m being serious, okay?” He held eye contact, repeating the last word again, and you nodded. 

“Okay,” you mumbled as you felt him caressing your nape gently before he got up, leaving you there wordlessly. 

You didn’t realize how hard you were clutching the flowers while watching his walking figure. The sudden mood switch made you curious, and despite him warning you, it was something you wanted to see for yourself. 

Was he in trouble? Was he caught up in illegal activities? Or was he simply out partying somewhere?

Another sigh left your lips. 

You shouldn’t get involved in his matters. 

You got yourself involved in his matters. 

Sneaking out of your home was easy and you made sure to grab your jacket as the night got chillier than usual. All this to follow Jake. 

It was easy since he didn’t use any cars, walking towards his desired destination. It almost felt comical how you tried to tiptoe for a total of fifteen minutes, hiding in random alleyways whenever you made even the slightest noise of stepping on a pebble. 

For a second you even regretted coming out and spending so much energy on this, till you saw Jake actually stop and get inside an alleyway, which you approached exactly two minutes after he went in. 

Peeking in, you noticed how wide the way actually was, people clad in black and hoodies which hid their faces were present all over, more than thirty people you’d estimate. 

You squint your eyes to get a better focus of what they were up to, only for them to widen in realization when you found them exchanging packets and smoking what looked like drugs. Jake was also engaged in a conversation with a guy, purchasing drugs from him, which caused you to gasp slowly. 

“Looking for something, kid?” A deep, hoarse voice spoke near your ear, causing you to flinch and move away, turning around to see a guy full of tattoos smiling down at you, which disgusted you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, looking towards your right to see Jake looking your way, eyes full of shock and worry as he whispered your name under his breath, not believing that you’d actually follow him there despite him saying a firm no to you. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you shouldn’t have come here. 

“Uhm, I—I lost my way back home. I’ll get going now, I didn’t see anything I promise! You guys please continue,” you said, trying to sprint but the guy was quick to hold your jacket, making you stop as Jake rushed your way, leaving whatever he was up to. 

Before anyone could take up any action, the sound of police sirens alerted everyone in the vicinity, which was more than enough for all the guys to scramble as you stood there with panic, trying to move your body seeing how the guys were climbing up the wall full of graffiti on the other side as it was the only way to their escapade. 

“Run,” Jake breathed out, grabbing your smaller hand in his without any notice and running towards the same way, his jaw was clenched. 

You followed wordlessly, mouth open with how deeply you were breathing, chest heaving up and down while you ran and reached the wall. 

The sirens got closer as if someone had tipped the cops to search this particular area and you were worried if you both would get caught up in this mess. 

“Jump,” he commanded and you stared at the wall, shaking your head. 

“I—I can’t,” you stuttered, watching how the others claimed it 

He pulled you closer, picking you up with ease as to provide you with some kind of elevation, which definitely helped when you grabbed on to the top brick, pushing your body up and jumping to the other side, stumbling slighting as you fell down. 

Jake was swift, landing by your side before he grabbed your hand again, pulling you up with him to run again. Your legs hurt yet you didn’t stop till he pulled you by his side, getting a bobby pin out of his pocket to unlock the door, which he opened in a go and pulled you inside, locking the door. 

Silence. 

Your breathing is all you could hear, but Jake’s eyes were louder than anything else, which scared you even further. 

“I specifically told you to stay out of it, what’s so hard to understand here?” He more or less shouted, pushing you against the wall. 

You gulped, not looking at his face but he wasn’t having it, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look his way. 

“What if they did something to you? What if the police caught you? What if something had happened to you?” His voice got smaller after each sentence, more breathy and desperate, making your heart break when he genuinely made it seem like he cared about you. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, which probably wasn’t helpful at the given second, “I thought that you were in trouble and,” you whispered, not having more to say. 

He sighed, resting his forehead on yours as his eyes closed to get some rest. You couldn’t move, your whole body felt more alive than ever, maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or simply Jake being so close to you. 

He stepped back after a few seconds, “go change,” he said, and that’s when you looked around to find yourself in a boutique full of clothes. 

“W—why?” You asked. 

“Because the cop saw us, he knows what we’re wearing,” he answered, trying to find clothes his size. 

Maybe he saw you when you were climbing up, meaning that you barely escaped him. 

“But surveillance cameras? Technically, won’t this be considered stealing?” You bit your lip. 

“There are none,” he replied, “and we have more pressing matters than to sit and worry about stealing.”

You nodded even though he wasn’t looking your way, trying to find some outfit, or rather, you were stealing it given the circumstances. 

“So, why were you out there?” 

“I should be asking you that, Y/n,” he said when you went into the changing room. 

“You had drugs with you!” Your voice boomed from the stall and he simply took off his shirt in the store. 

“So what?” He uttered, pissed. 

“Did you smoke drugs that day too? Did you give me drugs?” You screeched while asking and he opened the curtains, seeing you soothing the top down. 

“I don’t fucking do drugs,” he groaned, “I buy it and sell it to the guys next town at a higher price,” he explained. 

The dim light from the changing stall only enhanced Jake’s shirtless body, his abs full on display alongside his torso, which was well built. Your eyes settled on the tattoo he had on his left side of the rib. 

Taking a step further, your fingers gently traced the intricate design, making him shiver without you knowing, his fingers clasping around your wrist to keep it away again. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispered. 

“I—” you started speaking, looking at him with wide eyes which shone of innocence and worry, lips jutted in the slightest pout and hair slightly messy. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes out, not letting you complete your sentence, coming closer to your face, “why do you have to do everything I tell you not to do?” He asked, however his tone wasn’t filled with anger. 

It was something you quite couldn’t pinpoint yourself. 

He sighed, “let’s get you home.”

“Are we gonna walk back? Isn’t it too dangerous?” You asked as he turned around to put on a shirt averting your eyes from his back which flexed with his movements, your body felt warm and throat parched, especially when he turned around with a smirk. 

“We’re driving back home.”

You soon found yourself on a lookout at the garage entrance of what Jake called an illegal garage which was used for repairing old racing cars. The place wasn’t authorized, which is why stealing from here would work perfectly. 

“How do you even know this?” You asked, exasperated as your nerves got the best of you. 

It certainly didn’t help that the place was dark, and Jake wasn’t replying as he was hot wiring the car without a number plate 

You had no idea where he learned that from. 

“You need to learn things if you want to survive in this world, darling,” he said, focusing on his work, not once thinking how you’d shiver with his use of nicknames. 

He’s glad it’s not some new high tech car, which he won’t be able to hot wire as they contain ignition immobilizers, which makes it impossible for it to happen—you nodded as he explained all of this, your focus elsewhere. 

“Let’s go,” he said after a few minutes, seemingly done with his work. 

You rushed to get into the car, a scream leaving your mouth as he started driving almost instantly, his fingers gripping the steering wheels hard enough for his veins to pop out as you struggled to put on the seatbelt. 

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” you let out in half a scream. 

“Why? Not having fun now, princess?” He chuckled as he changed the gear, resting his hand on your thighs right after which caused you to squirm around in your seat. 

Your body was extra attentive when he was around, and you weren’t sure how to control your heart anymore, so you closed your eyes. 

“What’s so fun about this?” You asked, clutching the seatbelt. 

“You,” he confessed, messing up with your brain even further. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled, looking elsewhere. 

You didn’t trust his driving despite it seeming effortless, he was over speeding after all. 

“Now, we both know that’s not true, princess,” he stated and you huffed, knowing that he was right ignoring the fact that he was insufferable. 

His pace ensured you to reach home in record time, your legs felt wobbly the second you stepped on the road. 

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a second,” he rushed, leaving you standing alone as he parked the car outside a random garage two minutes away from your place. 

It was hard to believe how you got chased by police, stole clothes and a fully functional car all in one night. 

You saw him jogging back to you after a few minutes, standing right in front of you, “I think I should get back now,” you started to stay, however he stopped you. 

“You can’t do that, your gate’s got a surveillance camera so we need to go from the back side,” he stated, his hand automatically reaching for yours as you started to make way towards the back side, on the sand. 

All of a sudden, you felt smaller, heat creeping up your neck due to the body contact and you let him guide you wordlessly before you realized something. 

“Wait, how will you go back? Your place doesn’t have a back door,” you asked and he shrugged. 

“I’ll just jump to the other side of the garden wall, princess. You don’t need to worry about me,” he teased and you pushed him away, the warmth of his hand leaving yours. 

Tiptoeing into your home, you shut the back door as silently as possible before you rushed up the stairs and almost into your room, only to find Jake coming up with you. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper asked, eyes wide. 

“I’m curious about your room,” he answered with that usual smirk of his and you wanted nothing more than to slap it off his face. 

“You—” you tried to say, but stopped the second you heard another voice. 

“Oh, Peanut? You’re awake?” Your grandma’s voice called out from the balcony, and your mouth hung open as you shoved Jake into your room in an effort to hide him. 

“Y—yes, Gigi! I woke up to get some water,” you lied, wincing slightly as she acknowledged it and wished you a good night in her soft tone. 

You rushed in and locked the door, only to find Jake getting cozy in your bed. 

It was one of those days when your grandma missed your grandpa, and she spent hours on the balcony, looking at the glistening stars to find solace. You felt sad but the more pressing matter here was—how to get Jake out of your room? 

He can’t leave from the back door, he can’t go out from the front door as Gigi would see him, your room windows weren’t the opening type which left you with no option but for him to spend the night right here, with you. 

“Now what?” You asked, hand on your forehead while you paced around the room. 

“What? We sleep together, of course.” He had a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Are you crazy?” You almost screamed, but you didn’t wanna alert your grandma, which made you repeat it in a hushed tone.

“Why? Too scared to sleep with me? You’re the reason we’re in this situation, princess,” he smirked. 

You sighed. He was right about that part but you weren’t willing to sleep with him, so you proceeded to ignore him as you went into the bathroom to change into your comfortable clothes for the night. 

Jake simply patted the bed when you came out, silently asking you to sit next to him, and suddenly you realized that you’re locked up in a room with him, which didn’t help your nerves as you sat down with him. 

Somehow everything was rebellious against your rules when it concerned Sim Jaeyun. 

“Can’t you sleep on the floor?” You almost whined. 

He cocked his brow, “is that what I get after helping you escape?”

“That’s not it—”

“So? Is it the boyfriend?”

“I don’t have any—”

“The guy you were talking to in the morning.”

“He’s a friend—”

“Then there’s no problem, right?” he rasped. 

You didn’t realize your lip was bitten till his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it gently to free it, caressing it while looking into your eyes. 

“Right?” He repeated. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding ever so slightly. 

“Atta girl,” he chuckled, flustering you as you tried to look away, which wasn’t something Jake allowed, his fingers gripping your chin now, “god, you look so fucking innocent.”

“I’m not!” You argued. 

“Yeah? Have you been kissed before, princess?” He asks, amused. 

His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine, to the point you almost whimpered out loud, but you were glad you didn’t, “no. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked anyone before.” You confessed, eyes on his plump lips. 

“Oh? Who’s the loser who fucked you without even kissing your prettiest lips?” He asked, frustrated that someone even dared to touch you, even though his words said otherwise. 

You gulped, “we were drunk,” you whispered, remembering your graduation party and how the guy had failed to please you. 

“Did he make you feel good?” Jake asked, expression serious. 

“What?” You were surprised by his question. 

He wasted no time in pulling you to his lap, your gasp only made him smirk wider, his hands resting on your waist, squeezing it lightly. 

“Did he satisfy you, princess?” His voice was an octave deeper, giving you goosebumps. 

“H—he didn’t,” you stutter, which pissed him further, his jaw tensed. 

“So you’re telling me that some asshole was deep inside you and didn’t even bother making you feel good?” He scoffed. 

“Jake—”

“Y’know what I would have done instead?” He asked, caressing your cheek, his thumb resting on your lips right after, “I’d kiss your lips till you get obsessed with mine.” his hooded eyes lured you in. 

His fingers travelled down to your neck, rubbing circles just above your clavicle, “I’d kiss you till my lips memorize every inch of your body, till your mind goes blank,” he whispers, biting your earlobe. 

You breathe in deeply, a whimper leaving your mouth, Jake’s name rolling off your tongue in a whisper right after, making him groan in response. 

“I’d ruin you, princess,” he breathes, eyes meeting yours. 

“Please.” You struggled to breathe, his pointy nose brushing against yours, lips threatening to kiss. 

“Say it,” he urged you, pulling your body impossibly closer on his lap. 

There was no denying that Jake made you lose every sense of rationality and morals in you, it almost felt as if you were intoxicated in his presence, your heart raced, thumping faster than ever, urging you to say yes. 

“Please ruin me, Jake,” you whispered, giving in and looking at him with innocent eyes. 

“That’s a good girl.” 

He was swift to push you down on the mattress, getting on top of you with hungry eyes to the point you almost felt as if you were a prey, and you liked it. 

His cold chain brushed against your clavicle, making you shiver as he leaned down to press his lips against yours in a fervent kiss, a groan leaving his mouth as he finally had you so close to him. 

Your fingers held on to his shoulders desperately, he was difficult to resist, and who were you to resist such pleasure? His plush lips moulding against yours, his hand squeezing your waist as you allowed yourself to get immersed into him. 

You could feel the warmth spreading in your abdomen like wildfire, a gasp giving him the perfect opportunity to taste you, sliding his tongue down your mouth to deepen the kiss, the taste of chocolate lingering in his mouth and you let yourself moan into his lips. 

You tugged on his hair, realizing how correct he was about you being obsessed with his lips as you found yourself chasing after it when he broke the kiss, making him chuckle at your desperation. 

“So fucking pretty,” he muttered, staring at your slightly swollen lips, which glistened with the mixture of your spit. 

He wasn’t the one to waste time, his tongue licking your neck, placing kisses all over it, causing you to squirm and pant till he found the spot which had you rolling your eyes with sheer pleasure. 

Placing a hand over your mouth to silence your moans, he felt a feeling of possessiveness take over him. You looked so fucked out and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet, he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he sees someone else with you. 

The mere thought had him biting and sucking on your skin in an attempt to mark the very spot which had you shivering and your toes curling. He slipped his other hand inside your flimsy tee, and in your bra, feeling your hardened nipples which he flicked between his fingers. 

Your body felt more awake than ever, each touch of his getting a reaction out of you, “so responsive, have you been waiting for this, princess?” 

You could only nod in desperation, trying your best to keep your moans at bay, not wanting to alert your grandma. He kissed your cheek before he got up to get rid of his own clothes, giving you a few seconds to stare at his faint abs, highlighted by the dim lights along with his tattoo, which you so desperately wanted to kiss. 

The image of you looking his way with such big eyes, chest heaving up and down only ignited the carnal feeling of him wanting to be deep inside you. 

It all felt new to you, being aware and not drunk this time, however it wasn’t just that—Jake made you feel this way, your thighs closing when you felt a fluttering sensation down your abdomen. 

“Undress,” he ordered. 

“What—”

“Undress for me, darling,” his words were smoother than the melted butter, making you work upon it instantly. 

His eyes were fixated on your figure the entire time you took to get your clothing off, feeling shy under his gaze, not to mention the outline of his cock in his boxers intrigued you even further. 

“Fuck, you’re all mine,” he said under his breath. 

His plush lips were soon on your tits, his other hand fondling and caressing your nipple while he worked his tongue, swirling it ever so perfectly before giving it a soft bite, making you arch your back as you bit on your discarded clothes, tears forming in your eyes with these euphoric sensations. 

He’s giving you all you could ask for and you? You’re a mess with your lipstick smudged and ragged breathing. Just when you thought that Jake couldn’t get you anymore wilder, he stuffed his hand down your wet panties, which brushed against your extremely sensitive clit. Even biting your clothes couldn’t stop a moan coming out of your mouth. 

“You like it, baby? That’s my good girl. So pretty and wet all for daddy, yeah? Daddy’s gonna taste you now, princess,” his spoke, his accent deep. 

“Daddy?” you asked, whimpering right after when his lips touched your bare pussy, pressing a kiss on your clit. 

There was something in the way he addressed himself so confidently which made you want to submit yourself to him fully, only pushing yourself deeper into sub space as he worshipped every inch of your body. 

“That’s right, baby,” he spoke against your, sending waves of pleasure through your body as his strong hands held your thighs open. 

Obscene noises of him licking and sucking resonated the room as you bucked up your hips unconsciously, desperate for friction, making his cock twitch while he licked languid strokes up and down your cunt, his hot breath fanning your folds, wishing to hear you moan despite the circumstances. 

“Shh, princess. We don’t want your grandma to know now, do we?” He smirked. 

Your hand slithers into Jake’s hair, tugging on it as you convulse in pleasure, letting him continue his ministrations on your leaking pussy, his lips soft unlike his actions, which were rushed and aimed at your pleasure. 

Your eyes roll back, arousal reaching its peak at the unadulterated pleasure as you repeated his name when he moved down to shove his tongue into your cunt, lapping at your juices when you reach your orgasm. 

Yet he doesn’t stop, inserting his slender finger in your tight hole, pumping it in and out gently at first while you whine and he gets up, wetness coating his lips. He lets you taste yourself by kissing you yet again, his fingers entertaining your cunt. 

Your breaths are heavier, louder and you can’t wait to have his cock shoved into you. You weren’t the one to have lewd thoughts in general yet here you were, moaning into Jake’s mouth, clenching around his two fingers which thrusted into you at a newfound speed. 

“Yes, daddy! Yes, oh god,” you mumbled to yourself, letting the lust consume you. 

His fingers curled inside you before he decided that you were ready for his cock. 

“Let’s see how desperate you are, beg for daddy’s cock,  princess,” he demanded. 

Now that his cock was in view, you stared at it dumbfounded. It was veiny and stood hard and leaking, the tip was red and ready to fuck you dumb, it pushed you over the edge. 

“Please, daddy? I’ll be a good girl for y—you please fuck me?” A tear left your eye, tainting your image even further which aroused Jake as a sadistic smile overtook his face. 

You continued to beg him, and he gave you no warning as he lined his tip on your entrance, coating it with your juices, almost pushing it all in but instead, he gave you just the tip, which made you beg out of frustration. 

“Tell me about your darkest fantasies,” Jake teased, seeing you pout and whine, “do it baby, only then you’ll get this cock into you.”

You were going crazy, “I—I want to be fucked awake,” you confessed, hiding your face. 

“Is that so? How cute,” he commented, pulling your body flush. 

Within a second, he thrusted into you sharply, your wet juices acting as the perfect lube to suck his cock right in as he bottomed out fully, cussing at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. 

You could feel the imprint of his dick on your lower abdomen, and he pressed on it with a proud smirk, only to make you whimper lowly, your voice quivering with deep he was in you, “big—so big.”

You laid beneath Jake in such a way that the sight was captivating for him, your vulnerability paired with his ignited primal hunger. 

He firmly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling out slightly before he thrusted into you again as you were clinging onto him. 

He had never found anyone like you before, it was as if you were the only one for him, the one who reacts to his touch in such ways, the one who drives him insane to the point he has to rile you up just to get you to talk to him. 

His slow thrusts soon turned into relentless, pleasure inducing thrusts, and you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet him, helping him reach deeper spots in you, his tip hitting your g-spot. 

Choked moans escaped your lips, reaching the point of complete incoherence as you got drunk in the intensity of Jake’s presence, your senses overwhelmed as he fucked you without any interruptions. 

“Daddy—please!”

Sensing that you were close, he thrusted harder, twitching inside your pussy, his lips capturing yours as you both cried out, reaching your climax in harmony, breathing in deeply before he filled you up with his warm cum, which mixed with your own juices. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out, causing him to laugh and pull you in a sweet kiss. 

You could see the clear switch in his demeanour when he cleaned you up, asking gentle questions about how you felt or if he went overboard. 

He was perfect. 

Something had changed in the air, and you both were aware of it, but rather than verbalising it, you slept in each other’s arms, Jake staying up a few minutes just to see your peaceful face. 

“Good night, princess.”

Jake woke up early despite not getting enough sleep, still not believing that he fucked you—the prettiest girl he swore he’d ever laid eyes on. 

And he was sure to make your desires come true. 

You wore nothing but his shirt to sleep, which made your pussy accessible to him, his fingers playing with your folds ever so gently as he didn’t wish to wake you up, not this soon at least. 

He continued to do so for a remarkably long time, smiling each time he saw you stir in your sleep, his lips leaving kisses on your neck and shoulder blades till you were fully wet for him. 

Jake was shocked when you revealed that you were into somnophilia, but who was he to deny his girl some pleasure?

His other hand was busy taking care of his raging boner, seeing you dressed in his shirt, your scent mixed with his only drove him crazy. 

His grip on your thighs was firm when he straddled you, pumping his cock a few times before he pushed it in you with a few thrusts, the stretch being enough to wake you up with a whimper, your state disoriented but the second you realized that Jake was making your wish actually come true, you moaned. 

His dick throbbed inside you and you were still not over last night’s adventure as curse words filled the air, along with the mist of your unholy activities and fervent longing as he thrusted with a groan, kissing and nibbling on the skin of your neck. 

You were sure you had bruises forming on your clavicle by now, which also extended down your breasts and inner thighs, Jake being particular about having you marked through and through. 

You could only sigh and plead for more, beg for more, the word daddy coming out of your mouth effortlessly, which was effective to the point it made Jake fuel with desire as he provided you with the most overwhelming, ecstasy filled orgasm, him coming all over your pussy, pulling out this time. 

“I like you,” he revealed all of a sudden, his smile the epitome of boyishness which made you chuckle with your newfound happiness. 

That’s one good way to wake up in the morning. 

“Guess what, Sim. I like you too,” you confessed, growing shy by the last word and he pulled you in a sweet hug, swinging your body along his, your laughter filling up the room. 

You gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.  

You had forgotten to help him escape without your grandma knowing. 

The escape was successful, and so were your holidays which were nearing. Your sadness was apparent on your face, having no desire to go back leaving your grandma and aunt Sim. 

More importantly, Jake. 

It has become a routine for him to slip into your room ever so professionally to sleep with you—some nights you did sleep, other nights he gave you every reason to be awake. 

Which also served as a solid reason for Jake to stop indulging in the so called drug trade, one instance of almost being caught was enough for you both, not that you were involved in the first place. 

He opened up to you, actually acting like a goof at times, juxtaposing his usual bad boy demeanour. He provided you with the best of both worlds. 

Your feelings for the guy you used to find annoying were increasing at record speed per day, and now that it was finally one day before you’d leave, you couldn’t help but be bothered by Jake’s absence. 

He’s always around, which made you wonder where and what he was up to, especially when you wanted nothing more than to spend your time in his arms, lip quivering at the thought that he might not wish to see you anymore.

However, that wasn’t the case when he showed up in the doorway, huffing and hair messy as if he was running. 

“Jaeyun,” you whispered, letting him pull you in the comfort of his warm arms. 

“I’m coming,” he breathed, making you look at him with wide eyes. 

“What?” You blinked, almost stuttering. 

“I’m coming to Seoul with you, princess. I got into the same university,” he chuckled as you snatched the envelope from him, jumping with excitement as tears filled your eyes, hugging him even tighter. 

You felt like your heart was going to explode with the excitement, which Jake found heartwarming. He had planned this the second he saw you and got to know you. It was a given that he wanted to be with you. 

“What about your mom?” You asked softly, realizing that she’d be alone. 

“She’s gonna stay with Gigi. Our ladies are strong women, right?” He asked, caressing your lip, which you had noticed was his habit. 

“W—when did you even apply—this is so amazing,” you went on rambling, which was something he adored, but kissing your lips to shut you up was his favourite thing, especially when he got to see your shy smile right after. 

“So, we’re gonna be together?” You questioned, shyness taking over. 

“You’re wrong if you think you’ll ever get rid of me now, princess,” he smirked, teasing you again. 

This side of him made you faux scoff, “but what if I want to get rid of you?” You challenged, knowing well you weren’t capable of that. 

He took a step closer to you, his broad smile illuminating the room, his hand resting on your waist pulling you closer, “I’d like to see you try and escape me,” he retorted. 

“You want me that much, huh?” Your smile was coy. 

He brushed your nose tip with his, making you chuckle with joy. 

“I’ll always want my princess.”

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may i pls request a scenario with violet and afab reader where he’s drawing them nude and then smut ensues?

An Artistic Craving

yall i am so sorry for the extended break, and I hope this meets your expectations 😭

Warnings: NSFW, Nudity, +18, Slightly OOC

• • •

"Stay still, okay?"

"But, Vi, it's so embarrassing..." You attempt to cover your assets which have been shamefully exposed to his eyes in the dimly lit study room.

"Don't think of it that way... It's just a study." You tried not to ask many questions, after all, he was more versed in the arts than you were.

It was lucky that you two happened to catch this moment alone, unchaperoned. Vi, actually very uncharacteristically, was the one to insist that he needed you as a model to finish this study to complete a project he was working on for his upcoming art exam.

After all, you two had been seeing each other for a long time now and were not only comfortable enough to do such a thing, but you also just happened to owe him a favor.

This is how you ended up in such a position for your lover, spewn on a dark purple couch in a private study room near the Purple House dorms. You knew that Gregory was too shy to say so, but there are many books on campus filled with similar references free for his use. He just wanted to spend time with you in an intimate setting such as this one.

You caught him stealing glances at you every once in a while, and he could sense your growing discomfort from staying still for so long.

He left his sketchbook behind momentarily to kneel down beside you and suddenly the room felt more quiet. Your eyes locked as he gently adjusts the position of your hand, placing it under your head in a graceful fashion.

He tilts his head and he brushes a strand of hair away from your face as if to get a better view.

He tried to back away to retreat to his seat, but was caught by your hand pulling him back. He sat confused for a moment but could tell your eyes were asking him to stay.

You move yourself upwards to face him and pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming and he eventually moves to grab your waist.

You slowly move him onto the couch with you, straddling his waist. He begins to become shy from this now suddenly risqué moment and pulls away from your lips.

"Love, I don't know if we should..." You could feel the deep heat resonating from his cheeks, so you asked him softly, "Would you like me to stop...?"

"Please no..."

You just barely hear him mutter this, but his hot breath on your neck shows you how desperate he has become.

Before you know it, there are clothes being dragged away and thrown about the room, never finding the motivation to tear your lips apart from one another. You both are stuck in an agonizing dance, waiting for the moment that you both can be as close as you desire.

The room has reached a stillness as the dim candlelight bounces off of skin, and hot breath stills in the air. You are both frozen in time, taking in the moment for the first time now, and as you do, you notice that you've never really seen your lover in such a passionate way as this.

In this position, he's kneeling his body over yours and bowing his head in a shy manor. From the silence you hear him speak softly, asking, "Is this what you want, for sure?" And you have seemingly been too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the lingering question prodding in-between your thighs. You suddenly feel a harsh flush invading your cheeks and a needy wetness in the very same place that he finds his attention.

You turn your head to avoid the embarrassment of facing him as you answer his looming question.

Your voice shakes more than you intended it to, more out of anticipation than anything else. "Yes, of course, p-please keep going, my love-"

However, he catches you off guard by lowing his head down to your thighs. His proximity meant you could feel his breath tickle your skin and it invigorated you.

He softly grazed your folds with his fingers, and slowly exploring your body until he reached the most sensitive parts of you. The moment he grazed your clit, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which is exactly what pushed him to continue despite feeling his own uncertainty.

He follows the sounds of your sweet moans, touching you and exploring your body in ways that neither of you have experienced before. Before long you find yourself growing more in need of his touch, pulling his hands and guiding him to kiss you. You both are grasping for each others touch and cursing into the silence of this empty room when the tension reaches an all-time high. You find yourself guiding his cock lower as a sign that you are ready (or maybe as a sign that you can't wait much longer now).

He follows your lead, pushing himself slowly across your folds, letting out a sigh as he feels the warmth of your pussy against his skin. He has one hand behind your head as a comforting act as he slowly guides himself between your thighs. He watches your expression change to a grimace of pain, almost stopping himself, but instead he caresses your face in an attempt to sooth your pain. You start to adjust yourself and whisper for him to keep going, and after a few moments the pain starts to replace itself with great pleasure.

You can't help the moans that escape your lips as you grasp onto him, likely leaving scratch marks on his upper back.

However, he doesn't mind this one bit. He can only focus on this heavenly feeling that seemed to blur his vision and tingle at his senses. The pleasure became overwhelming before you could comprehend it and it feels like heaven.

The sounds that filled the room should have alerted the others of the acts you both were sharing tonight, and maybe, just maybe, you should have been more worried, but neither of you could have the gut to care. Not tonight, not when it just feels so good and your vision had started bleeding white as your bodies worked in tandem with one another. 

It felt like hours before you had found yourselves cuddling under a stray blanket, skin-to-skin and feeling on top of the world. There was peace settled in the air and you held each other and shared this perfect moment.

"Did you enjoy it?" Violet asked timidly while he stroked stray pieces of hair out of your face.

"Oh course, Darling. I've never felt closer to you than how we were tonight." You looked at him so softly and left a soft peck on his lips.

"Well, thats good, because... I didn't really get to finish my painting. We may have to do this again tomorrow night..." He wouldn't meet your eyes, but you knew that if you could see them, they would have a glint of excitement in them that you only see when he looks at you.

"Well, I suppose we would have to then- For your studies, of course."

• Epilogue • Tea Time •

"So, It couldn't have been just me who heard some oddly bizarre noises coming from the art studio on the west end last night..." Edgar mused to the other prefects as he took a mischievous sip.

"Oh, how I wonder what that could have possibly been coming from..." The sound of a breaking pencil could be heard only if he listened so intently.

"Oh, I heard it, alright." Greenhill pipped in, sounding more than mildly annoyed as he completed his afternoon stretch. "Some people really need to be more considerate of the fact that some of us need to study at such late hours."

"Well, maybe some people should consider that not everyone wants to hear the sound of your 2 hour long training routine at 12am either..." Bluewer rolled his eyes, obviously not knowing what the others were exactly referring to.

"Well, In just thinking that maybe when the professors discover a certain pair of undergarments left in said art studio on the west end, they may have to cancel class this morning. If you know what I mean..." Edgar takes an extended sip of his tea and watched as Gregory excuses himself, dropping his sketchbook and seemingly headed towards the west end.

"Well, that answers that." Edgar mutters with a smirk.

[boyfhee]

യ CRUSHED : PARK JONGSEONG TEASER

SYNOPSIS : fifteen years, a lost love, untold feelings, a breaking heart— crushed. they say if you wish desperately enough for something, the whole universe gets together to give it to you. perhaps, it's the reason why you find yourself back in your highschool, fifteen years ago, with a fluttering love, some lingering feelings, a doting heart, and your first heart break— park jongseong.

or wherein, life gives you another chance with your first love.

GENRE : fantasy, angst, romance, time travel

WC : teaser is 0.7k, est 10k+ for fic

WARNINGS : angst but with a happy ending guys trust me, a lot of mentions of crying, alcoholic drinks, more will be added in the main fic post

NOTES : i knew my jay era would give birth to a jay long fic i say we cheer :› NO BC THIS MAN IS SO FINE just like this fic i'm planning saur. please read. i hope u enjoy the teaser, send an ask / drop a comment to join the taglist

it’s the invitation you’ve been looking at for ten minutes now, standing outside the venue. papers coloured rose, golden letters engraved, names and air spilling with love. it’s the mood of the day, the flow of a typical august wednesday that carries you inside the venue, to the celebration hall. the air inside smells of fresh roses, it’s expected when you see a huge bunch used as decoration in every corner and on table tops. and then you look at the invitation again.

joo miran weds park jongseong.

your best friend weds your other best friend, your first best friend. your first crush. your first love.

the subtle silence in the air was deafening until you see jay sneaking into miran’s suit, or so you assume, although it’s true. from sneaking into her classes to sneaking into her room at night to take her out for a midnight date, sneaking across hallways to catch a glance— just one look, even a fraction of a second is enough— to now, sneaking around the wedding hall to savour that ‘just one look’ at the bride, his bride, as if a lifetime isn’t waiting for them. 

“i thought grooms and brides weren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding,” it’s your voice that stops jay from kissing her cheeks, although you know he would’ve still done it if he wanted to.

“ah well—” he rubs the back of his neck, it’s a habit that gives away his nervousness. habits are hard to change, let alone letting go of one. “do you really expect me to hold back when she looks like this?” and he looks at her as if she put the stars in the sky, or as if she’s a star herself, graced upon earth for him, and only for him. knowing jay, he would say it. 

“you look good too,” you look perfect, you wanted to say. however, you don’t. you don’t know why, it’s normal for friends to compliment each other. you don’t know how many times you’ve called him handsome, you don’t know the last time you called him that. “congrats, by the way,” 

and loving jay is a habit. 

“thanks,” she smiles, looking at you. “wouldn’t have been possible if not for you,”

it’s something you can’t get out of yourself. no amount of blind dates can do it for you, no amount of heartbreaks can colour him bad. 

“no really,” his voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously smile a bit more. “thanks for setting me up with miran,” 

no amount of time can push you forward to move on from him. fifteen years, a lost love, untold feelings, a breaking heart— crushed. the world moved on, you did too, yet your heart is still there— gyeonggi suwon international school, fourth floor, the first class from the stairs. fourth desk, the one right next to the window, a view expanded across the school ground, a way for you to watch jay’s football matches between lessons. 

his heart is with someone else while yours is where you realised your feelings for him, left behind— crushed. 

and it’s a shame to live like this, as if there’s no point to life. to hold back tears at your best friends’ wedding, to force a smile when they kiss, to stare from a distance when she threw the bouquet, to cry in the washroom after all is done. head buried in your hands, muffled sobs as you hear a few women talk outside your stall. you don’t pay attention to them, you couldn’t. you had realised you couldn’t pay attention to anything that wasn’t him or about him. so you just sit there, head buried in hands, eyes closed, not paying attention to anything.

yn.

you hear your name. 

once.

yn?

twice.

“yn,” thrice. “are you okay?” and you turn around, it’s the same scenario— gyeonggi suwon international school, the fourth desk by the window, the sunlight falling upon. your eyes meet his, and then his smile. your best friend, your first best friend.

your first heartbreak.

“wanna get ice cream on our way back home?” you nod instinctively, habitually. it’s how things went fifteen years ago when you had realised your feelings for him. it feels the same, fluttering love, lingering feelings, a doting heart, and park jongseong.

crushed. 

[shadowdaddies]

Reunited - Part III

Fenrys x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: After years of working as a spy in Adarlan, you are finally reunited with your cousin, Aelin, as you join the war to reclaim Terrasen and bring peace to Erilea. What you don't expect is to meet your mate in the middle of a war.

A/N: for those whom I told the next parts would be less angsty... that doesn't refer to this one I'm so sorry

Warnings: canon-typical violence, KOA spoilers

Your muscles were heavy from peaceful sleep, a satisfied smile gracing your lips as eyes fluttered open to see Aedion and Gavriel standing at the opposite side of the room from where you lay.

Forcing yourself to sit up, you looked around to find yourself in a tent, piles of blankets and furs draped over where you had been sleeping on the ground.

“She’ll be furious with you,” Aedion whispered, seemingly unaware that you had awoken. “But I thank you,” he ground out, the resistance clear in his tone as he looked to your father. 

Gavriel’s tawny eyes flicked to you, lined with sorrow as memories came rushing back. Your entire body heated with pure rage and fear, nails clawing into the covers of your makeshift bed as you tossed the covers away. 

“You,” you seethed, eyes wide and teeth bared as you stood to face Gavriel. It was Aedion who stepped between you, his eyes showing a vulnerability you had yet to see him reveal in front of your father. 

“I know you are upset. But for once,” he glanced pointedly at Gavriel, “he did the right thing. No good could have come from Maeve knowing that you are Fenrys’s mate.”

Hearing his name unleashed a wave of emotion, a lump catching in your throat as the bond screamed inside of you, longing for your other half. “He’s gone,” you whispered, voice breaking as painful, hopeless thoughts eddied in a whirlpool, threatening to drown you. “I may never truly know my mate, because of you,” you growled the last word, tone piercing Gavriel enough to make him flinch.

Aedion fully stepped in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, covering your father from your view. “Listen to me. Maeve would have used you to torture him. She would have used you to torture Aelin. Saving him was not an option when he is so close to Maeve. Their blood oath is too strong.”

Your eyes shuttered as the hopeless realization crashed over you like an ocean wave knocking you below the surface. You stepped back, willing your thoughts to calm enough to look at Gavriel’s face, his expression full of guilt and worry. “I swear to you, we will find him. We will free him, if it is the last thing that I do.” He spoke with such conviction, you felt your heart soften, suddenly feeling guilty for how you had spoken to Gavriel.

Before you could find the words to apologize, Gavriel continued. “That is why we are headed north. Aedion leaves for Orynth shortly, but we will be joining Rowan along with Lorcan and Elide. So long as you feel that bond in your chest, we can use it to find Fenrys and Aelin.”

You nodded, shifting into the familiar mindset of a spy as you had lived for so long. “When do we leave?” 

A soft, proud smile graced Aedion’s lips, your brother pulling you in for a hug as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I leave now. I had just come to say goodbye,” he murmured. It was an all too familiar sentiment in your family - the sacrifice of leaving your loved ones in the name of duty. 

“Stay safe. I will see you soon,” you responded, not an encouragement, but an oath - one that you clung to, your chest tight as your brother disappeared out the tent. Gaze flicking to Gavriel, you raised your eyebrows in silent question.

“We leave as soon as Rowan returns from the neighboring town. He and Elide are there looking for information from the locals, and we will decide where to travel from there.” All you could manage was a nod, your emotions still roiling deep within underneath your calm facade. 

You packed in silence, Gavriel’s stare burning into your side as you avoided interaction. You had just finished packing and dismantling your tent when Rowan and Elide returned, their eyes lit with a similar wired determination as your own. 

Pine green eyes locked with yours, an unspoken understanding passing between you and Rowan - that the two of you would allow the world to burn to ash before you would allow it to take your mates.

“We’re leaving for Doranelle,” Rowan announced, brooking no room for questions before he helped load your and Elide’s bags onto horses. Giving Rowan a sharp nod, you followed suit, gathering necessities for the journey. 

The dying embers of the campfire the only trace of your existence in the forest, your group headed for Doranelle, Rowan letting out a cry as he shifted into hawk form, soaring above as you journeyed below. The day passed mostly in silence, tensions thick between you and your father, and Elide and Lorcan. 

At your request, Elide explained in brief detail why you were headed towards one of Maeve’s strongholds. She and Rowan had come across one of Maeve’s soldiers at an inn, but the shudder that passed through her when you asked for more told you all that you needed to know about how Rowan acquired that information, and you let the conversation drop.

The sun had long since set when fatigue weighed heavy on your bones, head aching from lack of food and rest. Gavriel sensed it, his too-knowing eyes scanning your sluggish movements, the limp that Elide was trying to hide. 

“We will stop here for the night,” he spoke, low voice not allowing any arguments, not that you could form any. You practically crashed into the ground where you stood at his words, Elide settling next to you as Lorcan gathered kindling. 

There remained little talk among the group. You couldn’t speak for others, but you knew that if you tried to speak, emotions would burst forth like water through a broken dam, the carefully maintained mask of strength you were wearing to be shattered into pieces. Gavriel, Lorcan, and Elide mumbled their good nights, while you and Rowan sat by the fire. 

The twisting, flickering flames held your attention in a captivating dance, the only distraction you could find from the constant agony you felt throughout your body, the unbearable weight of your mate’s pain echoing in each fiber of your soul.

You dared a glance at Rowan, his sharp eyes moving from the fire towards you. You supposed the fire meant something different to him - a reminder of his other half, the closest thing he had to her in this moment. It was a different kind of pain, but one that you could understand as the others did not.

“Do you feel her, too?” you managed, voice cracking through the strained whisper. Rowan’s brow dipped, confusion flickering across his features before understanding settled. 

“No,” he choked, and you worried that you had said the wrong thing. “No, I cannot feel her through the bond. I think whatever  But I know she is there, she is alive. That much I can feel.” A shaky breath escaped you, eyes lining with silver as you curled into your body, gaze focused back on the flames in front of you.

“Can you? Feel him?” Rowan pressed, voice soft as the night breeze. Your eyes squeezed shut, the only hope you had to keep those tears from falling, but one escaped, cold warm against your chilled skin as it traced your cheek.

“Yes,” you breathed, a sob building in your lungs as you gasped for air. “Yes, I feel everything. I feel his pain, I feel his loneliness, I-“

Words were stolen from your lungs as your chest seized, inexplicable pain, grief, bringing you to your knees. You were vaguely aware of Rowan’s presence, a warm hand on your back as sobs wracked your body. Wave after wave of grief and shame barreled into you, body shaking with the force of emotions being thrust upon you.

“Breathe,” Rowan murmured, his hand on your back a grounding comfort as the emotions faded, a distinct numbness filling your senses. Emptiness consumed your being, the only reminder that you were still alive the flames in front of you. 

Silver hair illuminated in the firelight, moving into your vision as Rowan kneeled in front of you. “Can you say... what happened?” he breathed, fear in his eyes as he dared the question.

“He’s not... he isn’t dead,” you managed, the knot in your chest loosening slightly as Rowan visibly relaxed. “Something terrible happened, Rowan. If what I felt was only a small part of what Fenrys is feeling...” Whatever hold you had on your own emotions was lost in that moment, tears falling freely as you cried.

Another hand landed on your shoulder, and you looked up through blurry eyes to see your father watching you, heartbreak written on his features. On instinct, you crashed into him, throwing your arms around Gavriel’s neck, breathing in his comforting scent. 

Conversations were happening in the background - Lorcan and Elide apparently also wakened by your cries - but you held onto your father, finding a small piece of solace in having him here.

Gavriel’s hand lifted, a canteen handed to him which he brought to your hands. “Here, drink this,” he murmured, tawny eyes observing carefully as your shaky hands gripped the vessel. Forcing small sips of water down your throat, breathing came easier, and you noticed Rowan, Lorcan, and Elide all standing nearby. 

“I’m not going to stay the night,” Rowan said, moving back towards where you sat. “If you want to rest, Gavriel will stay with you and Elide. But if you-“

“I’m going with you,” you interrupted. Rowan merely nodded, as thought your response was exactly what he expected. Lorcan was already moving, packing and loading supplies as Rowan’s power suffocated the fire.

You walked in line with Gavriel, leaves and sticks crunching under your boots as owls hooted against the still-darkened sky. “I can feel him, still,” you murmured, eyes downcast at your scuffed, muddied shoes. “I feel him, but it’s different than before. He’s... hollow. It’s like this numbness, and I can’t reach his end of the bond, so I don’t know if he can feel me.” 

Your eyes burned with tears you were too drained to shed when Gavriel grabbed your hand, turning you to stop and look up at him. “Do not give up. I know it hurts, I know what Maeve is capable of. But please, be better than me. Fight for Fenrys. He deserves that. You deserve that. And we will find him, and Aelin.”

Pushing up on your toes, you placed a kiss to your father’s cheek, your eyes never leaving his as you spoke. “You did the right thing. I have already mourned a childhood without you, but I’ve been allowed to know you now, and I am so thankful for a father as selfless as you, who was willing to sacrifice seeing his children grow to keep us safe. You didn’t give up, and I will not either.”

You both turned, heads snapping forward towards the road ahead as Gavriel cleared his throat, eyes shining with emotion as you continued the rest of your walk in silence.

By the time you arrived in Doranelle, your feet hurt like never before, entire body sore from long travels and lack of sleep. Your group hid in the trees just outside the main road through town. Elide turned to you, a fire in her eyes that lit one in your chest. 

“The males are too recognizable, so you will all stay out here and keep a low profile while I go into town. I’m going to see if anyone has information about Cairn’s location, because we know he’s with Aelin and Fenrys.”

You shook your head. “I’m coming with you. You’re not going alone into town, and it would be suspicious if you were by yourself.” You looked around, Lorcan giving you a grateful smile while Gavriel opened his mouth as if to argue. Before he could say anything, you took Elide’s hand and set off towards town.

Doranelle was bustling, people shopping and selling throughout the streets, men calling for your attention as the two of you walked at a brisk pace, eyes and ears open for any sign of danger.

Multiple groups of people shuffled in the same direction, your gaze following their movements towards a pub that appeared to be full of travelers and locals alike. “That’s where we should go,” you murmured to Elide, her dark eyes joining yours as she studied the tavern’s entrance.

Releasing your hand, Elide led the way into the building, instructing you to take a seat wherever you could find one as she took the lead. You found a small booth, thankful for the weight off your feet and even the rancid beer a barmaid slid your way.

It was pure entertainment, a respite from the hellish reality you had been living lately, as you watched Elide put on a show of the helpless maiden. Batting her long lashes, giving shy smiles, she wrung any information she could from the tavern’s patrons while you kept watch.

Everyone seemed taken by her story, the heartbroken lover of Maeve’s general, except for one female. She lounged at one of the tables, chestnut brown eyes watching Elide with a keen, quiet interest. And then Elide mentioned Cairn.

A hush fell over the room, the mood instantly sobering at the mention of the newest member of Maeve’s cadre. Expressions turned cold, even sour as people closed themselves off to Elide’s charm. They definitely knew something, and as you watched Elide excuse herself to the washroom, you caught the striking female with chestnut eyes from before stand up quickly, dark brown hair flowing around her as she turned and followed Elide down the hall.

You were quick behind her, dagger sheathed discreetly at your side. Using your blade, you wedged open the door to the washroom to find Elide wide-eyed, tension thick in the air as she and the female stared at each other. 

Your blade quickly found the female’s neck, your foot kicking the door shut behind you. “Who are you, and what do you know?” you questioned, voice lethally calm.

The female didn’t struggle, her demeanor relaxed as she spoke. “My name is Essar. I mean no harm - I simply wanted to warn your friend to stay away from Cairn. But it appears she is better protected than I believed.” 

Her voice remained calm as she dared to turn towards you, unbothered at how your blade dug further into her skin. “Why do you look for Cairn, truly?”

Your gaze hardened on Essar, assessing the trustworthiness of this new character. “That would depend. What is he to you?” you asked, releasing her so slightly from your hold.

A scoff escaped her lips, nearly a slight laugh as though your question was absurd. “He is nothing to me. And Maeve is less than nothing,” she ground out, venom lacing her tone. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips at her spite. 

“We have business to attend to regarding Cairn,” you murmured, gaze flicking towards the door to check it was closed. 

A knowing gleam shone in Essar’s eyes. “You have Gavriel’s eyes,” she whispered, clearing her throat as she studied you and Elide. “Cairn is at the camp just north of town. He was seen there this morning.”

It was an effort to not let your surprise show, but somehow you knew that you could trust Essar. Hope sprang in your chest, as though the bond was confirming Fenrys was close. “Thank you,” you murmured, to Essar, hand reaching for the doorknob as you gestured for Elide to follow.

“Give them Hell,” Essar said, chin raised proudly. You gave her a final nod of thanks before slipping out the door. Elide could barely keep up with your pace as you raced through town, back to the edge of the woods where the males waited. Now that you knew where Fenrys was, nothing could hold you back from finding him.

You were both short of breath, struggling to explain all that Essar had shared with you at the tavern. “I believe her,” you said, looking to Rowan and Gavriel for validation. But it was Lorcan whose eyes grew soft as you spoke of the female you had met, the other males looking to Lorcan for only a brief moment before Rowan cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.

“We can trust her,” he said. “I’ll take to the skies. You follow my lead - we’ll walk around town to avoid running into Maeve’s soldiers for now.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you watched as Rowan launched into the air, your group quietly following the path of the hawk as it led you around the edge of town. Sounds of soldiers running drills, sparring, blacksmiths at work all filled your ears as rows and rows of tents came into view. 

Breath caught in your lungs, the twist of hope and fear electric as it shot through your body. A warm hand wrapped around yours, and you looked down as Gavriel gave it a comforting squeeze. “I am with you,” he whispered.

Words evaded you, but you managed to nod to your father - a silent acknowledgment: "I am with you, too."

Scanning the grounds of the camp, you searched for a way in. There were too many tents, too many places Fenrys and Aelin could be. But your thoughts were interrupted by the bloody cry of a hawk, and before your mind could catch up to your body, you found yourself running, sword drawn, towards the center of camp where Rowan flew.

Soldiers charged you, your adrenaline pumping as you cut them down one by one. Red flooded your gaze as you saw a shell of a female, weighed in familiar iron shackles as she stumbled out of a tent on thin legs. 

Blood pounded in your ears, the faint sound of Lorcan yelling at your side all that you could register as Aelin ran towards you. You couldn’t stop the flow of tears as you locked eyes with your cousin through the iron mask she wore, heart somehow shattered and whole at the sight of her, alive yet broken.

“Fenrys,” she choked. “Fenrys!” Aelin’s voice cried. She whipped around like a wild animal caught in a trap, yelling at Rowan and Lorcan, pleading for them to find your mate. 

You rose to chase after him, but Rowan’s pleading look settled that rage within you - he would find your mate while you protected his. And so you watched him run through the camp with Lorcan, a beautiful storm of chaos as the warriors partnered seamlessly in battle. 

The clanking of chains pulled you from your daze, Aelin scratching at her binds. “Take it off take it off take it OFF,” she screamed, voice hoarse as she chanted violently. Rowan appeared by her side, his hands working as they tried to find an opening on the mask. Rowan.

Your eyes went wild, an unexplainable ache carving itself into your chest as you stood, spinning clumsily while you searched for any sign of Fenrys. The sight of white fur on the ground, Gavriel leaning over the wolf who lay, covered in blood and barely breathing snapped something within you. 

As your father gave you a helpless look, the world cleaved in two, as though half of your soul was ripped from your chest. Collapsing to the ground, your hand wove in Fenrys’s fur as onyx eyes gazed at you, unblinking. 

There was no room in your heart for more tears at this point. Everything had been taken from you - so you lay there, watching the last hope you had for a future, for love, as he faded away.

You didn’t head the commotion behind you as Rowan managed to break the Wyrd marks locking Aelin’s chains, how she crawled weakly to Fenrys’s side across from you. The words, “live, Fenrys. Live,” echoed through your head, Aelin’s voice like a helpless prayer.

And then he blinked. Gold flecks shone in his eyes, chest rising slowly as your mate released a soft whine. Your heart burst with joy, love pouring from your end of the bond as you were finally able to reach Fenrys.

Your hand reached out to him just as he shifted into his human form, long blonde curls fallen across his beautiful face as he stared at you. “Is this real?” he rasped, and you nodded, a broken laugh escaping as you sat up, pulling Fenrys’s head into your lap as his hands found yours, holding onto them like a lifeline.

“He’s gone,” Fenrys whispered, his gaze distant. You felt it then - the hollow feeling, the numbness you had felt through the bond. “Connall,” he murmured, eyes finding yours as a tear rolled down his cheek, and you understood. Fenrys had lost a part of himself - Maeve had taken so much from your mate.

“I will kill her,” you vowed. 

Fenrys’s hand lifted to brush your cheek. “You were my hope. The only strength I found to keep going.” 

Taking his hand from your cheek, you pressed a kiss to his palm. Flames danced in your eyes. “For what she did to you, to Connall, to Aelin. She will burn.”

Author’s Note: I took a break from this series and don’t know if a part 4 will happen. Sorry to disappoint anyone, but there are no immediate plans for this series to continue.

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[remeberm3]

kitchen | k.m

⎯⎯“Are you telling me you’re challenging me to a dance battle?”

warnings: fluffff

The kitchen was cozy, the soft glow of the pendant lights above casting a warm hue across the room. The smell of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of jasmine from the vase on the windowsill. Outside, the storm still raged, the sound of thunder rolling like distant drums and rain pounding against the windows. But inside, it was peaceful—well, mostly.

Klaus Mikaelson, his usual sharp suit replaced by a more relaxed look, leaned lazily against the counter, a glass of red wine in hand. His eyes followed her as she moved around the kitchen, preparing the last few things for dinner. Her back was to him, but that didn’t stop him from watching, taking in the graceful way she moved, the way her hair swayed as she hummed to herself.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Klaus said casually, taking a slow sip of his wine. “Just admiring the view as usual.”

She shot him a sideways glance but didn’t break her rhythm. “Admiring the view, huh?” she teased, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “I suppose you’re just here for the gourmet dinner I’m preparing, aren’t you? The last culinary masterpiece you saw me make was… questionable.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I don’t recall ever calling your culinary skills into question, darling. Just because I didn’t think your idea of a ‘masterpiece’ involved actual edible food—”

She spun around, hands on her hips. “You didn’t have to bring that up,” she said, narrowing her eyes with a playful smirk. “It was a learning experience, Klaus. Not every dinner is a Michelin-starred performance.”

“True,” Klaus said, feigning innocence. “But I do think the fire department might’ve disagreed with your ‘experimental casserole’.” He gave her a pointed look, raising his glass. “Honestly, I never thought I’d see someone set off alarms in their own kitchen just by cooking.”

“Oh, stop it,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t hear them complain when I made that perfectly edible pasta last week.”

“Perfectly edible?” Klaus repeated, feigning a look of shock. “Darling, you could have convinced an army with your enthusiasm alone, but let’s not pretend it was a culinary masterpiece.”

Her expression shifted into a playful scowl. “Okay, now you’re just being rude. And here I thought you were supposed to be charming.”

He smirked, tossing back the last of his wine. “I am charming, but it’s hard to be when you’re standing here, practically daring me to mock you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, am I now? So you’re blaming me for your inability to resist teasing me?”

“Absolutely,” Klaus replied with a laugh. “It’s clearly all your fault. You make it too easy.” He leaned forward, placing the empty glass down on the counter, then approached her with a devilish grin. “Though, I must admit, I can’t resist your charm, either.”

She crossed her arms, eyeing him skeptically. “I don’t know, Klaus. You seem to resist it just fine.”

Klaus’s eyes flickered with amusement as he took a step closer, his voice lowering, smooth as velvet. “Oh, I’m just getting started, love. I haven’t even begun to charm you properly yet.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Is that so?”

Before she could respond, Klaus grabbed her by the hand, spinning her out toward the center of the kitchen with the kind of fluid, effortless movement that made her heart skip a beat. He grinned as she stumbled slightly but caught herself.

“What are you—?” she started, laughing, but Klaus was already twirling her again, his hands guiding her gently but firmly.

“I think we need to fix your appreciation of me,” Klaus said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, I’ll teach you something far more useful than cooking.”

“Dancing, Klaus? Really?” she teased, but she couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. “This isn’t exactly the place for it.”

Klaus gave a dramatic sigh. “You think so? Because I find it’s the perfect setting for a dance, especially when it’s a kitchen dance-off.”

“Dance-off?” she repeated, eyes narrowing playfully. “Are you telling me you’re challenging me to a dance battle?”

Klaus gave her a wicked grin. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it a battle. But I suppose if you want to make it competitive…”

She couldn’t help herself, laughter bubbling up. “Klaus, if you think you can out-dance me, you’re very mistaken.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her challenge. “Is that so? Let’s see if you can keep up, then.”

And just like that, he swept her into his arms, guiding her across the floor in a slow waltz. The music had switched to something softer—jazz, smooth, easy—and Klaus moved with effortless grace, twirling her as though they’d been dancing together for years.

She laughed, stumbling a little but quickly catching her balance. “You know, for a complicated man like yourself, I’m surprised you’re so good at this.”

Klaus smirked, spinning her gently. “I’m full of surprises, darling.”

“You’re full of something,” she muttered under her breath, teasing him, but he caught the edge of her lips turning upward in the softest smile.

“Careful,” he said, pulling her closer, his fingers sliding to her waist as they moved in time with the slow rhythm. “I’ll have you believe I’m the best dancer you’ve ever had the privilege of sharing the floor with.”

“Oh, I’m sure you think that,” she replied, her tone dripping with mock sincerity, but her eyes were warm, playful. “But I’ve seen better, Klaus. Just ask me.”

“Oh, I will,” he said, laughing, but the amusement in his voice gave way to something gentler. He stopped their movement for a moment, looking down at her with soft, fond eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his, a teasing glint still in her eyes. “You love it.”

“Oh, I do,” he agreed, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “But don’t let that get to your head.”

She smirked up at him, brushing a stray piece of hair from his face. “Too late. You already have me.”

Klaus leaned in slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling her back into the rhythm of the dance, his voice low and sincere. “I’m starting to think this kitchen might be my favorite place after all.”

“Good,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Klaus whispered softly, the warmth of the moment settling between them. “You’re my favorite disaster, love.”

She laughed, pulling back to look at him. “Well, someone has to keep you on your toes.”

“And who better than you?” he teased, his fingers gently brushing her cheek, lingering there for a moment. “The one person who never lets me get away with anything.”

She smiled, her heart full. “I think that’s why you like me so much.”

“Absolutely,” Klaus replied with a smile that softened his usually sharp features. “You challenge me in the best possible way.”

Another crash of thunder sounded outside, but inside, the storm had nothing on the warmth between them. They were content, lost in the simple joy of the moment—the kitchen, the dance, the shared laughter. It was everything Klaus had been searching for, without even realizing it.

“You know,” she said softly, breaking the silence, “I think I could do this forever. You, me, and dancing in the kitchen.”

Klaus smiled, kissing her cheek. “Well, as long as you don’t start setting the house on fire again, I think that sounds like a plan.”

“Deal,” she said, laughing, before resting her head against his chest once more. “You really are a charmer.”

“And you,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection, “are everything I never knew I needed.”

And just like that, everything else in the world faded away. The storm outside, the chaos of their lives—it didn’t matter. All that mattered was this—dancing in the kitchen, hearts intertwined, and the sweet certainty that they were in this together.

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

A/N: Helloooooo. Here's a little one-shot that didn't make it into More Than He Bargained For that I thought you would all enjoy!

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"I have to go out of town for a couple of days," Eobard reluctantly informed you, his expression softening as he looked down at your pouting face. "What? Why?" you protested, your eyes searching his for an explanation.

Eobard couldn't resist the charm of your pout; it made him feel guilty about leaving you. A warm smile graced his lips as he reassured you, "I have to do this thing for work, but I'll be back before you know it."

"Impossible," you countered, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips before snuggling closer to him. "I always hate when you aren't here."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on you. He wished he could freeze this moment, capture it in eternity. You and him…happy, lovers. You made the stagnant existence in this time period bearable. "Why can't you take me with you?" you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You know I can't," he replied, his voice filled with a touch of regret.

You groaned in response, not happy but acceptingly. "Alright."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room as the television droned on in the background, providing background noise with its latest stock market analysis.

"I have something for you," Eobard suddenly broke the silence, his voice infused with anticipation.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up eagerly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Oh? What is it?"

"We have to go outside, though," he teased, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Meet me outside," he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

You giggled as you watched him almost trip on his way to your shared bedroom, his playful smile and wink leaving you with a sense of curiosity. Grabbing your shoes, you headed outside to join him.

Eobard's house was a cozy haven, nestled alongside the lake bordering Central City. The backyard was a sight to behold, with towering, lush trees adorned with delicate jar lights. A beautiful garden with a meandering stone path guided you towards the shimmering lake. From this vantage point, you could also see the dazzling cityscape, adding to the enchantment of your little piece of heaven.

"It's beautiful."

You turned around and found Eobard standing beside you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. "It is," you replied, unable to contain your joy.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the view," he sweetly retorted, his gaze filled with affection.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Before I go, I wanted to give you something, but first, I have to ask you something," Eobard began, his voice laced with nerves.

Curiosity ignited within you. "Okay," you responded, your voice soft and filled with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as it ran through his hair. "Is everything okay?" you asked, concern creeping into your voice.

"Yes! Yes, I just—" he stammered, his eyes meeting yours before he finally gathered his composure. Stepping forward, his voice regained strength. "Will you marry me?"

You stood frozen, unable to process the question at first.

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

"Yes, of course!" you squealed with delight as he kissed you passionately, sealing the moment. As you pulled apart, your eyes glanced down and spotted a dazzling diamond ring with your beloved gemstone nestled in the center.

Overwhelmed with joy, you looked up at him and said, "I love you."

A radiant smile graced his face as he replied, "I love you too."

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[deadpool15]

Let me

Beautiful. The only word fit to describe the Targaryen’s as a whole. They are viewed if nothing above society. Closer to the gods than men, as many would like to say. Though there is something quite different when it comes to Aemond Targaryen. The man is gorgeous, the most beautiful specimen you’ll ever encounter. There are times where I realize I don’t compare to such beauty or the royal life in general. You see, I have indeed grown from the silence and embarrassment I faced upon arrival. “You are to be wedded, a fine gentleman if I do say so myself. A match meant to bring forth unity for both houses. Securing us many things across Westeros.”

The words that had changed my life, in which I didn’t know at the time would mean for the better or worse. The life of status is quite new to me, from a certain age the idea of being a proper lady had been instilled in my brain. Then, a match as my grandfather believed the gods before us made themselves came along, the prince of House Targaryen wanted a wife. Aemond was the silent type, one couldn’t exactly understand what was going on with him. He was a tough one to figure out, and I was anything but patient except when it came to him. My dragon.

Watching as Aemond stepped into our chambers putting down his sword. He spent majority of his time training, I never blamed him for it, especially since he has started training me secretly. It took a while before I fully convinced him into the idea but with a few tricks up my sleeve if you know what I mean, he was on board. He starts to remove his tunic, leaving him in nothing but a pair of trousers. “It almost feels as if I’ve been waiting for hours, maybe centuries, dear husband.” He looks up so exhausted, it seems his usual high perception was gone. Not taking notice of me sitting up in our bed. He breaks out into a small smile.

That smile, it gives me peace. Anxiety and pain are forgotten, replaced with nothing but thoughts of Aemond. “It seems, you’ve decided to retire quite early to the bed chamber, haven’t you, gevī?” He moves toward the bed, caging me beneath his arms. “Yes, it seems that way. Yet, once I got here there was an absence of one’s presence. A person meant to ensure safety and warmth, but they aren’t in this very bed with me right now. If you would like a little help husband, there is currently no one blonde laying in this bed with me for our usual activities. Know any blondes?” Looking at him with a coy smirk he laughs at my statement.

A laugh only I can pull from him. Gives me a sense of grace, that only I have that power over him. “I would hope the only blonde you need is currently in the room with you. He says grabbing my chin firmly. Pushing him on the bed to sit beside me and whisper, “I would think we have the same person in mind, my dragon”. I grab a hold of his face, “in order to make this easier I would enjoy if you are the most comfortable, so let’s just remove this.” As I reach for his eyepatch, he takes a hold of my hand firmly. The other gripping my waist. “It’s just me husband, no one is here to judge or ridicule you. Even if they were they would have to go through me if they wished to talk about such lies.” I tell him while looking directly at his eyes. “They wouldn’t be lies.” He said quickly.

Grabbing both his hands firmly I place kisses on the inside of each palm. I wish for nothing but him to be his true self with me. To know I love him deeply. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever witnessed. Any woman should be lucky I even allow them to glance in your direction.” He laughs again, though this time it’s a full belly laugh. Coming straight from the depths of his throat. “You allow them, is that it little wife.” I start to place kisses all over his eye and then I remove the patch, this time he doesn’t stop me. Simply sits there basking in the glory. I grab my special tools. Whisking a brush hidden behind my back, slowly but surely start to smooth out the tangles and knots in his hair.

He finally takes notice of my appearance, a think silk nightgown. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination. For the right person, of course. He smiled holding me closely and placed a kiss on my shoulder blade. “I love you both.” I stop moving the brush, running my hands through his hair. Feels of silk. Glancing down to look at my growing belly and then back at him. Realizing this is paradise. Pulling him even closer, “I love you both as well, my love.”

[margotoo0]

Warning : Cannibalism, very boring and dry, bad english, gn!reader, fanon!Sukuna , silly fiction ♡

There was almost no light in the big room, except for a couple of torches and wax candles on the table. Smell of fried meat, tart wine and incense. Usually you always arrive later than the king, since, of course, according to the classics of the genre, it was he who initiated all your meetings and shared meals. But today the cards were in your hands. And you, with great respect and admiration, decided to throw them to your master. Fear? No way. Excitement and thirst to see the reaction to such a gift burned inside you. You hoped he would take it right. He must understand you.

Like a tiger, a graceful predator, he walked to the table, to this huge table, which was bursting with the succulent flesh of his prey and other delights from the East. Sukuna is known to have a monstrous appetite. The king sat down, straightening the thick fabric of his black kimono. The contrast between him and you immediately caught his crimson eyes. More precisely... Your plates.

Your plate was empty while there were two plates next to his. One was also empty, but the one that stood closest had amazing content. A small piece of meat, no more than 2 centimeters thick... So small, one tooth, but sufficient for an ordinary person. But we should separately note the aesthetics and beauty with which the dish was served. Graceful burgundy lines and drops, and...small bloody-red flowers with figs. Why flowers? New Uraume style?

– What is this? A compliment from the chef? – Sukuna's voice was rough, hoarse and harsh, with a hint of sarcasm, breaking the dead silence in the room.

– Not really. But I beg you, my Lord, – you bowed, – taste this first, and then I will explain everything to you. – You glanced at Sukuna.

The huge man shrugged, his gaze relaxed, bored and tired. Taking a piece of meat into his mouth, the man tensed. This taste..Uraume never used this. This is something completely new. What's sweet and sour...Cherry? Cowberry? Slightly spicy at the end. It was surprisingly tender, not as fibrous as other meats he usually ate. It wasn't greasy but Uraume really managed to cook it..Perfect as always. But the question remained open: is this really a new introduction? Or is there something behind this new product? More precisely... Someone.

– This is.. Something new, – the man took a sip of thick wine, – What is this? New Uraume recipe?

– I must say that Uraume cooked this meat. But this is not their recipe.

– Whose?

You stood up from your chair and walked to the middle of the table so Sukuna could see clearly. Lifting the hem of your kimono reveals your thigh, wrapped in a thick layer of bandage, slightly stained with dried blood. Everything fell into place. You returned to your seat, without saying anything. Silence. Sukuna glanced at the empty plate.

Quiet snort.

The corner of Sukuna's lips twitched slightly, but you didn't notice it. The expression on his face became calmer, his muscles seemed to relax. In his own head, he gave the most sincere, childishly insecure smile, with a satisfied grin. His eyes narrowed, and he was already thinking about whether he should throw this table on its side right now and take you on the cold floor. Or maybe throw the contents off the table and use it for own purposes? Tonight, on this table, you were the main dish.

– My lord, this... This is my recipe. Ans my flesh. I asked Uraume to make it for you. This is the least I can give you. This is a tribute to you, this.. – you sighed, muttering quietly, – no matter how you deny it, this is my act of love. Only for you. Thank you for everything you have given me. Thank you that I'm still alive. Thank you for helping me find someone that I am truly...capable of loving. I understand that you think this is useless... I agree with you, but now I have to step back from this view. If it had been anyone else, he would have been abandoned long ago. Of course, my nature is to resist having someone over me and ruling me, but... You have become an exception. – Your voice dropped to a whisper. – You yourself know how difficult it is. Almost impossible... This is the first time I'm willing to give something without asking in return. This is the first time I'm giving anything at all.. This is the first time someone has been so close to me. It's scary and exciting at the same time. Sorry for being stingy. This is a big event for me. – you put your hand on chest, tilting your head down, waiting for Sukuna’s further actions.

– Great taste. This is... beautiful. – the man laughed. – Most beautiful. Thank you. – for the first time, he couldn't help but smile. So soft that it twists your stomach and compresses your your lungs and chest.

Gratitude will not keep you waiting. You might also discover a new taste. Special taste. Favorite taste.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Bamboo Rice X afab!Reader

Synopsis: It was always the same. The same duo. The same routine. The same feelings. The same memories...

Word Count: 2,018

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]! WHERE ARE YOU?! [Y/N]!" A certain green-haired male shouted out loud as he entered the spacious mansion. His emerald eyes darted from the empty hallways to various rooms until he found the girl he was searching for.

Bamboo Rice stopped at the entrance of the living room, his gaze landed on the figure of a certain attendant sitting on a couch by the windows. He could make out the outline of her silhouette—[h/l] [h/c] hair, [s/c] complexion, and [b/s] body. Her attention was dragged from the view outside the window towards the male, a small smile gracing her features.

"I'm just right here beside the window. There's no need to shout, Takkun," [Y/n] giggled, her gentle voice resonating around the room.

Bamboo Rice could feel his heart thumping hard against his chest, his cheeks warming up at the sight of his beloved master. "What are you doing?" He asked, walking a bit towards a loveseat and casually sitting on it, crossing his legs on the cushion.

"I'm not doing anything," the young [h/c]ette replied, returning her gaze outside.

"Come here beside me!" The greenette strongly insisted, sporting a childish pout on his face.

"Yes, yes. I'll be there; just wait for a minute," a sigh escaped the teen's pink lips but complied with his request.

She stood up from her seat and strode towards where the male was located. Bamboo Rice was repeatedly tapping the seat beside him, eager to have the girl by his side. She emitted a chuckle as she neared the loveseat and sat down beside the green-haired male. Almost instantly, he hoisted the girl up and placed her on his lap.

Red smeared across [Y/n]'s cheeks at the unexpected action while the male food soul had his arms securely wrapped around her body, snuggling against her [h/c] hair before settling his chin on the crook of her neck. The young master eventually relaxed in his embrace and leaned back against his exposed torso. Bamboo Rice inhaled her scent, a grin breaking onto his face.

"Let's talk!"

The [h/c]ette smiled as her hand caressed his long green locks. "Okay, you go first. I'll listen to your story."

At that, his grin widened, and started his story about his adventure in the forest. [Y/n] listened attentively while giving him soft touches and affection.

[Y/n] let out a gentle hum as she brushed through her food souls' thick green tresses, her fingers carefully untangling some knots here and there. Bamboo Rice was in a deep slumber, his head laid on her lap as the rest of his body was on the remaining space on the loveseat. The attendant's [e/c] eyes glanced down at the older male, admiring his handsome features up close. She traced his battle scars with the tip of her fingers before rubbing his tan cheeks in a loving motion.

"[Y/n]..." The male mumbled out, squirming a bit in his sleep but his eyelids remained closed. "Where are you now?"

A chuckle reverberated in her throat after seeing his furrowed eyebrows. "I'm right here beside you," she sang softly.

Bamboo Rice grunted, opening one emerald orb to glance at his master. However, he can't see her face due to his blurry sight from waking up. She continued her small ministration of playing with his hair, completely unaware of the gaze lingering on herself. [Y/n] then glanced down at the male at the same time he closed his eyes.

A smile crept on her lips, and her hand found its way back to her beloved food soul's face. "Cute..."

"Hm... What is cute? What are you looking at?" The male asked, still not opening his eyes.

"I'm looking at you, silly; you're cute," [Y/n] responded with another chuckle.

By now, the greenette opened both of his eyes only to be met with her alluring [e/c] pools. He blinked twice. Silence befell the two; no one saying a word. Bamboo Rice tried to comprehend his master's words. Once he understood what she meant, his cheeks bloomed with a scarlet hue and he broke into a large, cheeky grin.

"You're cute too, [Y/n]!" He proclaimed happily. Then, he leaned up and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened at his bold act, a blush emerging on her skin. The kiss only lasted a few seconds when the food soul got up and sat beside her. He had a cheery expression while watching the teen. [Y/n] soon broke out from her sudden shock and turned to see Bamboo Rice's grinning face. She couldn't help but let a smile onto her face. She then stood up, dusting her clothes a bit. 

"Where are you going?" Bamboo Rice immediately asked, a frown sporting his lips. 

"I'm not going anywhere," the [h/c]ette answered. She then stood in front of the male, his gaze solely on her. She leaned into his face for a passionate kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks. "I'll be always here right beside you," she affirmed, resting her forehead against his with her eyes closed.

The male took this chance to gaze at her beautiful face. His calloused hand moved unconsciously to touch her tinged cheeks. Closing his eyes, he leaned in for another kiss, and their lips connected in a second.

"[Y/n]! Where are you?" Bamboo Rice shouted once he entered the mansion, returning from his stroll in the forest.

"I'm inside the dining room, Takkun!" He heard her shout back, her voice echoing inside the spacious place.

The male rushed through the hallway and entered the said dining room, eager to see his beloved attendant again. He saw the girl sitting on one of the many chairs, seemingly busy with whatever she was doing. A grin broke out on his face, heart beating aggressively against his ribcage. He trudged towards her and without any warnings, enveloped the petite girl in a loving hug from behind.

"You smell nice, [Y/n]~" the green-haired food soul cooed, inhaling her scent.

The mentioned female chuckled, patting his head with her free hand. "Welcome back, Takkun. And thanks for the compliment."

Bamboo Rice stayed in their position for a while, his cheeks nuzzling against [Y/n]'s [h/c] locks while the young girl continued writing on a piece of paper. He immediately took notice of it and stared at it in confusion.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm writing a letter," [Y/n] simply replied.

"What for?"

"It's a se-cret~" the girl swiftly angled her head so that she could see the greenette's face, flashing him a playful smile.

A pout decorated his lips after that. "Come with me to the forest!"

"But I have to go soon..." She muttered, her previous playful smile contorted into a pained frown while her eyebrows creased. She let her gaze avert elsewhere to avoid his.

"Why's that?" Bamboo Rice pulled back, taking a seat on the table. His legs dangled from the edge of the furniture with his hands planted on his thighs. His sharp gaze focused solely on the female in front of him. "Is there somewhere you're going? Let me come with you!"

"I can't," she pursed her quivering lips at that.

"Why? [Y/n], I can't understand you!" The adult whined, a bit impatient and confused by his master's unusual behavior. "Then! Let's talk instead!"

The girl didn't respond. Thick silence engulfed the two for a moment, neither was making a sound nor moving from their spots. Bamboo Rice had his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance—he dislikes the way his master attendant ignores him. Moreover, he can't understand her recent behavior at all. His mouth opened to say something but stopped midway when his forest green irises met with [e/c] ones. 

[Y/n] glanced at her beloved food soul, eyes glassy, and wet. Her body was trembling, lips quivering, and brows knitted together. She appeared distraught—that he could identify. But the reason behind it...he doesn't. His anger died down at the instant they locked gazes. He felt a pang inside his chest. It hurts...so bad. His heart was hammering against his ribcage as time went by, the silence dragging too long for his liking.

"I'm sorry..." Her sweet voice cracked. "I'm sorry..."

He was utterly confused. His master was saying sorry...but for what reason? She didn't do anything to apologize for it. So why? Not only that, the corner of her lips curved into a smile. It was forced and it appeared more like a sad smile rather than a happy one. In a minute, she choked out a bitter laugh. He couldn't understand her at all; she was smiling and laughing, but she wasn't entirely happy. Her pained expression was a dead giveaway, so then why she was forcing herself to do this?

The sight of his master breaking down brought him immense pain. However, he didn't know how to comfort her. He remained there on his spot; unmoving. He witnessed her tears cascading freely down her [h/c] cheeks, staining her flawless skin with salty water. Something was wrong, but the food soul couldn't seem to do anything about it. He could feel it...he could feel something unpleasant in the pits of his stomach. It was making him nauseous that he wanted to puke out all his lunch.

"I'm so sorry!" [Y/n] launched herself at the unsuspecting male, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her lids were tight shut as tears kept emerging from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Takkun!" She hugged him even tighter, her entire body trembling.

"[Y.../n]?" Bamboo Rice was completely lost for words. His eyes dilated in shock at the whole ordeal.

"Goodbye..." At last, her body ceased trembling. She whispered the word in his ear, soft and delicate like a feather. Her grip on him loosened, and the male could feel her body dissipating into thin air. "Goodbye, Takkun... I'm sorry I can't be with you forever..."

It was too late, however, for him to realize everything that was happening. He gasped for air when he snapped out of his sudden shock. The body that was clinging to him was becoming transparent by the second, and the warmth that was his master attendant started to fade. He screamed her name over and over, his arms trying to feel at least a flesh—a sign of her existence. Tears brimmed in the corner of his eyes and overflowed down his tanned cheeks. A few moments passed, and the girl who was embracing the male was no more...

The morning sun shone its rays unto the bustling town, sending warmth to every person. It was such a beautiful day. The birds were chirping their usual melody, their tune echoing throughout the whole town. The flora was blooming vividly—an indication of life. A certain food soul was in a forest near his residence, sleeping on top of a large, sturdy branch. His eyes fluttered open and the first thing he noticed was a white object located at the base of the tree he situated himself.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he got down from the tree and safely landed on the grass below. Picking up the object, Bamboo Rice scanned it with a scrutinizing gaze. He furrowed his brows and a wave of familiarity washed over his entire body. The mysterious letter was addressed to him, and without any second thought, he ripped the envelope open and pulled out a parchment from inside.

The green-haired food soul read the content, his emerald orbs examining every word written inside. Soon, he could feel his heartthrob aggressively against his ribcage. Tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall any second. His grip on the letter tightened, crumbling the paper a bit.

"So... It wasn't a dream...?" He choked out a sob, feeling his upper body limp and his knees give in. He fell to his knees against the soft blade of grass. "Then... [Y/n]...?" Tears came flowing down from his eyes as he held the letter tight on his chest, close to where his aching heart was located.

Goodbye...

It read.

[umbralsound-xiv]

A Different Sort Of Sweet.

I had searched the markets and picked out things that perhaps looked fun to try, to hope she would find some of them pleasing. There is always some fondness, going on a picnic...

Even in the evening, Thavnair's almost impermeable heat had scarcely dulled, though the faint breeze brought out the scent from the flower field the couple now walked through. Picnic basket in tow, took beneath the crook of his arm, and Sayuri's hand in the other, Eir gazed over the field with a pleased sigh. "…Any preference to where we sit? By a tree, perhaps? Would you like the view from a hilltop, or the comfort of a valley? The stars will be visible either way… As will the Moon." A wide grin is offered with his quip, looking over his shoulder to Sayuri.

Sayuri's fingers rested between his own, her hand keeping a gentle hold of his as she wandered alongside him - gaze trailing across the rows of flowers before seeking its way up to Eir once his voice graced her ears. She met him with a soft smile and a tilt of her head, a low, thoughtful hum leaving her as she considered the options. Their visit to the crucible had seemingly done good for the Seeker, who had slept easier since - and even on the now rare sun she hadn't, there had been no violent bursts of pain along with whatever ice had opted to emerge.

"The shade of the tree will likely be more pleasant for you.. On a hill? That will let us see more.." Her voice trails, eyes narrowing into the faintest squint at his quip. ".. Careful, or the Moon may go get a fancy headdress with one of those veils she keeps seeing around." She smirks.

"It will matter not, by the time of nightfall. But i suppose it will be nice to rest against." He agrees, taking the uphill path to the small overlook. Her reply brings a small frown to his lips, though it's a playful one. "You would hide from me?" He makes an effort to sound hurt. "How am i supposed to kiss you…?"

"You know best, considering.." She hums, keeping her smirk at his little frown. "With difficulty!" She grins, laughing softly. ".. In locations that isn't my face works too."

"Oh? I had not realised we were going to dine on persimmons this eve…" He trails, but the loft of his brow and the lilt of his words contains more than a little mischief. Still, to sweeten his words, he briefly turns to lean down, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. "I know just the place we can sit, if the tree is still there. I have slept beneath it a time or twenty…"

A snort of amusement leaves her at his words, head shaking. ".. Had that been the plan, we would likely have stayed in." She muses, smiling as his lips meet her hand - making her fingers squeeze his in return. "… A time or twenty."

"…Running errands in the hot sun was exhausting work, especially with a sickly child at home. On particularly poor nights, i rarely slept… So often caught up here, on my lunch break." He climbs the hill; the path was not well formed, and not well walked judging by the lack of wear. "…The view from there is lovely, when we get to it. Lovelier still for you being there."

It does not look any different than the last i walked this path. Perhaps it is still unknown to most; though i suppose sleeping outside is not perhaps so preferred by others. Suppose of the very few holdovers Golmore had of me, being eternally outside was the most appealing of it all. Perhaps why leaving Bozja and finding myself without so much as a coin to my name was not quite so daunting as it could have seemed. There is some... Invigoration, to being outside. ...Though i have grown partial to the comfort of a room.

".. Sometimes I forget that you have been a parent." She glances at him, treading the path just slightly behind him, hand still in his. ".. Pfft." The huff is her only response to his compliment, the smallest of pouts settling on her lips.

"It was something i did not think possible, considering. Unexpected thought it was, and… Difficult in ways, it was extremely rewarding. Though… I do not think it would be something i would wish for again…" He turns his head to look at her, and upon spotting the flicker of a pout… Opts to blow her a kiss, rather than lean and kiss her, for fear of loosing his footing, dropping the basket, or both. It could wait… At least for a little.

".. There might have been a problem, if you had wished to be. Considering.. I cannot." She pauses, tilting her ears back a touch. ".. Sure. Taking in a parentless child is an option, but.. I would not wish myself as a parent on any child." She half-laughs, poking her tongue out as the blown kiss is sent her way.

"You would rise to the task of being a fine mother, of that i am sure. Woe betide anyone who laid a finger on that child." Eir huffs a small laugh, before it moves to something softer. "…But i would not wish the stress and difficulties of parenthood on you, when you already have so much to contend with. I love you for you. Not for what you can or can not provide me." Summitting the hill, there's a small treeline before the forest thickens proper, a few perched upon the overlook. Eir makes his way to a particularly old looking tree; the trunk curved at the base ever so slightly, providing plenty of encouragement for lounging.

".. Sure. I'd protect it. Violently." She pauses, tilting her head. ".. I am not so sure I can offer it the other kinds of support it needs." A moment of silence hangs around her, features visibly contorting into mild distress at whatever thought graced her before she shakes her head in refusal of it. Her gaze settles on Eir, lips curling into a small smile. "Well, you already knew I couldn't have one before we married, so.. I figured you wouldn't suddenly turn around and be upset with me that I couldn't." A weak laugh leaves her, hand squeezing his.

Even if Sayuri were able, willing to have a child... I do not know if i could go through that grief again. Lilya was a surprise. A happy one. Outliving B'nhara was difficult enough... But i did overcome, even though it took me decades to do so. I do not think it will be any easier when... It happens again. But i do not think i could outlive another child. There is something about seeing them so small, to having them grow and grey before you while i scarcely age... No. I could not do that again. Asides, we are more than happy as we are, and i could wish for nothing more.

"Of course not. I am glad i had the experience, but… I do not think it would be one i could repeat. Asides. I am more than happy with all we have, now." Setting the basket down, he takes out a blanket, tucking it beneath his arm. "…Here? It is a fair place to watch the sun set. We can see the lights of the city, too…"

"As am I." She smiles, eyes shifting around the area to quietly judge it before nodding to him. "It is a good spot, I'd say."

"…It is quiet… Peaceful." The blanket is unfurled at the base of the tree, and the basket scooted over to perch on it. Eir himself slowly lowers down, and takes the small bundle of food from the wicker… Before pulling out two pillows; one each. "…I could not bring them all. But i thought you would at least like to be comfortable." He beams.

Sayuri eyes him curiously, head slowly canting to the side. ".. As if I won't be leaning on you for most of the night, love." She snickers. "I will be very comfortable."

"Hah, i should hope so. You seem to prefer leaning on me anyway, but you always seem happier with pillows in your presence." Eir shuffles back a little, extending an arm out. "…We can watch the sunset together. Then the stars. Then… suppose we can stay here. Or take a slow walk back to our room. Whatever we find fitting in the time." Opening the small bundle of food, allowing small, bite-sized things of many descriptions to unfurl, he glances to her. "…What to try first?"

"I could have a thousand pillows, and none of them would make me happy if you were not with me." She pouts, sinking onto the blanket and dropping herself, gently, directly into Eir's embrace. ".. Mmh? Maybe we'll just stay here.. Sleep under the stars." She hums, nestling herself against him and peering at the bundle. ".. You tell me. I don't know what half of these things are."

"I would like that…" Eir murmurs, pressing a kiss to her cheek… And then, noticing she was pouting, one to her lips, where he lingers for some time before he eventually pulls away. "That is part of the fun of it. First… Let us try… This." A vibrant orange fruit no bigger than a grape is plucked up by Eir's fingertips. "It has been some time since i ate one. Have you tried a kumquat before?"

She lingers in the kiss, raising a hand to gently brush a cool thumb along his cheek in the process, smiling once they part. Her gaze shifts to the fruit, one ear lofting ever so slightly. ".. I.. do not think so."

Leaning his cheek against the affectionate caress of her hand, Eir's smile broadens, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. "Think of it like a very small, sweet orange. You can eat the skin, too." Rather than wait for her to take it with her hands, he offers it to her that she might easily take it with her teeth, instead.

She eyes it curiously, briefly glancing to Eir before leaning forwards to very, very carefully, capture it with her teeth.

Eir slowly pushes the fruit to her lips, and when she has it, seeks out another fruit for himself. "…They are sweeter than i remember. Pleasant, though… I remember peeling them the first time i saw them. Thought they were the tiniest oranges i had ever seen. What do you think?"

Sayuri quietly chews on the fruit, head tilted as she considers it for a moment, shoulders eventually drawing into a faint shrug. "Hm. They're okay. There are other things I'd pick over it, but if I was offered one I wouldn't be unhappy about it."

"A fair assessment. We do not know if you do not try, hm?" The next thing he picks up is small and savory; fried and spiced dough in a vibrant yellow. "I… I do not know what these are called, but they smell good." He offers one to her in much the same way, seeming to enjoy doting on her in such a manner. "…Do let me know when you have had enough to eat."

Calling her a princess is as good as a death sentence; or at least a sharp glare. ...But that does not mean i cannot treat her like one, even in my own little way...

She takes this offering in the same way she did the first, carefully grasped with her teeth while comfortably resting herself against Eir.

As usual, Eir takes a piece for himself. "…Hm. It is… Doughy. Filling, and better warm, i think. But not unpleasant." He glances to her for her thoughts on the matter. "I did bring something to drink, if you would like? I have… A pineapple juice, and a mango juice. You pick. I like both of them." He can't seem to keep his lips from her for a moment, smiling as he presses a small kiss to the crown of her hair.

Sayuri lingers in a brief pause, shoulders shifting into yet another little shrug, not seeming all too certain about her own opinion for the snack. Her ears twitch briefly, a low hum leaving her. "..Pineapple." She murmurs, leaning herself closer to him as his lips press against her head.

Rummaging in the basket, Eir pulls out a bottle labelled with only a small drawing of the fruit, uncorking it to offer to her, a small, amused chuckle in his wake. "…I enjoy this. Doting on you. Hand feeding you things…"

She accepts the bottle, offering Eir a small squint. "..I will allow it. This time." She smirks, raising the bottle to sip from it. A tiny sparkle in her eyes may suggest that she's enjoying the doting more than she would ever admit.

"Just this time?" Eir asks, offering a small playful pout. "What about next time? What if i ask you nicely?" He widens his eyes, blinking slowly, something akin to a sad puppy. "…I cannot spoil you with coin. This is one of the only ways i know how…"

She pauses, giving him a prolonged stare in silence. "… We will talk about that when the time arises."

His pout almost turns a little sulking, then. "…But i like spoiling you…" He murmurs, plucking up a small wrapped paper box no bigger than the palm of his hand. Opening it, inside rests a single, chocolate covered rolanberry. He offers it to her, much the same as the rest. "…Do not tell Bexy."

She grins, leaning herself over to press her lips against his cheek. "We will talk about it when the time arises." She repeats, nudging her forehead against him gently before leaning back to peer towards the rolanberry. ".. Oh, she would be jealous." She snickers, leaning over to gently catch the fruit between her teeth.

"…She would. Chocolate covered rolanberries she might be able to get, but she will not be getting them hand fed to her on a cosy Thavnairian evening…" Eir is still sulking somewhat at Sayuri's words, and notably, he'd only gotten the one rolanberry for her. Still, he fights to hide it as he murmurs into her hair, arm pulling her that bit closer.

"I'm sure she and Laurent could have a pleasant night together where he fed her rolanberries." She smirks, head turning slightly to peer in his direction. A hand raises, curving around to let her finger lightly poke at his cheek.

"…Probably, if they have not already. But it will not be here in Thavanair." He states. Her prodding finger brings his face from out of it's hiding spot in her hair. "…Mm?" He glances to the offending digit, pausing a moment to then quickly kiss the tip of it.

"You're sulking." She states in return, lightly wiggling the kissed finger.

"…No i am not." Eir replies, head inclining a little. He shuffles to better look at her, propped up on an elbow. "I am pouting. It is different." She was, of course, right, not that he'd admit it. "I suppose i will have to make the most of spoiling you this eve, hm?"

"You are both sulking and pouting, my love." She tilts her head, peering at him. ".. Perhaps."

"…Perhaps just a little. I know i cannot always have what i want." He leans in to kiss her, a softer, lingering thing. "…But i will be waiting for next time, should there ever be one. For now, however…" He plucks out a persimmon… Or at least, that's what it looked like. Small and delicate, it was clearly some form of candy. "…It is not an actual persimmon, but i thought you would appreciate it."

".. Mmhm? And what is it you want, hm? To dote on me?" She murmurs, meeting his lips with her own to return the kiss. Her gaze draws to the 'persimmon', a small snicker leaving her. ".. I appreciate anything you do."

"Well that… Varies entirely on context…" Eir murmurs, before adding, "…I like doting on you. I am no great protector, nor do i have so much coin. So… I like to dote. Whether it is bandaging your wounds, or braiding your hair, or hand-feeding you little treats on a Thavnairian sunset…" The 'persimmon' is held aloft as the sun begins to sink into the horizon, as the sky begins to tinge much the same colour as the treat. "…I like to dote on you. I enjoy it. I… Hope you do too."

The night was a pleasant one. We stayed long until after sunset, after the stars had drawn across the night sky, and until the moon followed, trying all kinds of pleasantries. Moments like these... I have never prayed to many Gods. But if there would be more, i will thank them.

[silluuuu]

so this art popped up on my dash this summer and i have been In Love with it ever since, so i tossed together a very sappy one-shot based on it <33 thank you for creating such beautiful art, OP!!!

i'm warning you now - it's very sappy!! pls give it a read below, or on AO3 :)

Maybe you and I have history

Rating: T (for language)

He's still no good at these sorts of things.

Soul enters the ballroom late, as usual, but at least this time he has an excuse - Death Scythe duties are never-ending, and just because it was an Academy holiday didn't mean the evils of the world ever gave him a friggin' day off.

Much as he claims to hate parties, he doesn't really want to miss this one, so he'd frantically showered and thrown on his dress clothes after a late arrival back to the apartment. Halfway to the event, he'd realized he'd forgotten his tie, but whatever. He doesn't have time to go back for it now, or he'll miss the whole thing.

The Academy has had many parties over the years; Lord Death never needed an excuse to break out the fine china, always eager to celebrate some victory, however small. Since Kid's coronation, a full on ball like this was no longer really commonplace, but Founder's Day was always the exception - a tradition he felt necessary to uphold, perhaps, to keep a piece of his father around.

Once inside, he scans the room for Maka, trying to quell that very annoying panic that bursts into his chest when he doesn't immediately find her. Even after years of relative peace, the notion of not being at her side should she need him leaves an unnatural terror settling into his bones. After a third loop around the room, he catches a glimpse of her out on the balcony, watching the world below.

It's a cooler Founder's Day evening than normal, and when she absently rubs at her jacket-less arm, he shakes his head, following his weapon instincts onto the veranda and coming to stand beside her.

"Hey," she says, a smile in her voice as she senses his presence. In her hand is a glass of apple cider - another Founder's Day staple that has endured over the years. The way she's leaning against the railing jogs his memory - a recollection carved into the cracked porcelain of the banister, into the feeling of dusk playing at the corners of his eyes.

As a greeting, he shrugs his way out of his suit jacket, anticipating the way her mouth opens in protest.

"I'm not cold," she says, defensive and pouting as he drapes it over her back. Despite the admonition, she tugs it more tightly around her shoulders, fingers clasping at both lapels with her free hand.

"Uh huh," he replies. "Give it back, then."

The glare she sends him is pure petulance. "...No," she mutters, her grip like a vice on the collar.

He's called her bluff and stolen her smile, a slight grin gracing his features as he looks out at the view, at the stars emerging above them. "What're you doing out here?" he asks.

She doesn't offer him an answer - she only shrugs, twirling the drink around in her glass. Again, he's hit by a memory - of him turning his own glass in circles, plagued by dreams he'd been afraid to share with her, of an unwillingness to answer the questions she'd asked.

It's this realization that pulls the question out of him: "Everything okay?" You can talk to me about these things, y'know? he wants to add, but it sounds too much like something she would say, and he doesn't feel like getting teased about that, so he refrains.

"...Yeah," she hedges, and then, at his raised eyebrow, adds, "I was just… thinking about Founder's Days past."

A ping of surprise shoots through him, since he'd just been doing the same thing. "What about 'em?"

"Can you guess which one I'm thinking about, in particular?"

"Medusa?" he asks. When she nods, he says, grimly: "Yeah. It was a big night."

"It was the first time we used the black blood," she says. "The first time we found out about Asura. The second time we fought…"

She glances up at the moon, mid-rise into the sky, and her expression turns slightly melancholic. At his knowing glance, she shakes her head. It is neither the first nor last time that they will revisit those particular memories together, but he can sense that she doesn't want to do that tonight.

"It was the first night you called me the 'coolest partner ever,' she says, a smile returning to her face, and he chuckles.

"Dunno what I was thinking, to be honest," he says. "One minute I'm calling you the coolest partner ever, and the next I'm going through with your completely insane decision to go for a swim in the black blood–"

"I only did it because I knew you'd be there to pull me out!" she retorts. "You're…" She pauses, voice softening. "You're always there to pull me back out."

He turns to look at her and she meets his eye, a guilty smile playing at the corners of her lips. Through all of their reminiscing, another memory comes back to him, one that he would like to revisit. Something she'd asked him for, many years prior, that he wants to give her.

"...Wanna dance?" he asks. At the surprised, somewhat wary expression on her face, he adds, with a grin: "You can lead, if you want."

This gets her attention, a soft mirth lighting her gaze. "Are you sure? I've got heels on."

"You're gonna step on my toes whether you lead or not," he replies, extending his hands to reach for her despite her glare. It dissolves into another pout as she decides on her response.

"You can lead - for now," she grumbles, eyes downcast. He takes it in stride, tamping down on his smugness as her hand reaches up, fingers threading through his.

"I remember someone telling me I was good at it, once," he says lightly. On Founder's Day night, in fact.

Neither of them move to go inside, so the terrace becomes their dance floor, the emerging stars sparkling like a collection of spotlights overhead.

His hand comes to her waist and she steps into him, managing to avoid treading on his feet. He wants to comment on this, but the way their chests press together distracts him. They're standing a bit closer than what a normal waltz would call for, but he finds it difficult to mind. Dancing is good for matching soul wavelengths, she always used to say, and this time is no exception. He can feel it wrapping around him, that golden ribbon of almost-resonance beckoning through the thrum of her heartbeat against his, through the bridge where their temples touch as they sway.

"You never used to want to dance," she teases, her cheek warm against his.

It's true, and at this moment, he has no idea why. "Like I said before - wanted to keep my feet in one piece," he says, but she senses the facade easily, only humming in contentment.

They stay like this for a while, the sky slowly darkening around them. Slowly, incrementally, they move closer - his arm slipping around her back, her head resting on his shoulder. The rest of the memory has made a home in his mind, now, and he wonders, because of how close their minds are right now, if she can sense what he's thinking of - a plate of food, a leftover fork, left behind on the very same banister they're now dancing beside.

"The salmon was for me," he murmurs, and beneath the contentment is the slightest burst of embarrassment, of surprise, her fingers flexing against his.

"So what if it was?" she defends.

"...Why?" he asks her. She hesitates, which leads him into extra whys - why is her heart beating faster, all of a sudden? Why is her hand gripping his more tightly?

Instead of answering the question, she pulls away, faces inches apart as she watches him. "Ask me again," she says quietly. "Ask me why I was standing out here."

The whys have returned, and they're directed inward this time: Why is his throat so dry? Why can't he move under the pull of her stare?

"Why were you standing out here?" he asks, voice raw.

"...Because I wanted to dance," she says, smiling a bit sadly. "And you weren't here."

"Could've danced with someone else," he says. A snare of something that feels suspiciously like jealousy creeps into his heart at the thought.

"I could," she agrees. "But I wanted to dance with you. I–" She stops, and that tension in her stance returns, but beneath it is something warm, something that brings color into her cheeks. "I've only ever wanted to dance with you."

He stills as she pulls away completely, watching him. Even with the distance between them, their wavelengths reach out, wrapping together, warmth descending to his toes. "I'll dance with you anytime you ask," he says, his eyes roaming her face.

Her eyes are dark and unreadable in the twilight, taking him in. "...I'd like to lead now," she says carefully, almost shakily. "Can I?"

"...Yeah."

He expects her to put her hands to the sides for another waltz, so he freezes when she reaches forward, fingers slowly fisting into the fabric of his shirt, just to the right of his heart. He catches a soft smile on her lips before she tugs him towards her, her bangs tickling his forehead as her lips meet his in a gentle press, a silent question. His eyes widen ever so slightly before drifting slowly closed, every nerve in his body humming with the gravity of the moment, of their wavelengths meeting in a slow caress.

She pulls away and he watches her, eyes still focused on her lips, slightly parted.

"...Thanks," he says, breathless, and then, realizing how utterly stupid that sounds: "For the salmon," he clarifies, wincing. At her incredulous look, he adds, embarrassed: "I never thanked you for the salmon."

A shaky laugh bursts out of her, her eyes shining with the reflection of their million little spotlights above. He decides that he'd like to steal her smile once more, if she'd let him. Leaning down to her this time, hands at her cheeks, he thanks her for her courage, her kindness, for the way her soul has forever changed his own.

She places their foreheads together once they break apart, taking an unsteady breath as the stardust settles around them, as the urgent pull of their wavelengths subsides.

Even in this new, perfect, impossible reality, what's truly impossible is for her to go two minutes without teasing him. "You're welcome," she says quietly, and then adds, eyes dancing with mirth once more: "For the salmon."

dorks in love

[shadowdaddies]

can i request dorian flirting with reader and talking her v card??

I found a masquerade mask while looking for a last minute Halloween costume, and the idea for this prompt came to me. So this is sort of Halloween themed💜

A/N: angst, fluff, smut... I really love how this turned out. I hope you do too!

Masquerade

Dorian x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, use of shadow hands, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, minors dni

You stepped into the ballroom, taking in the extensive decorations that Adarlan had been adorned with for the Harvest celebration. Each year, the King of Adarlan - who you knew as your close friend, Dorian - held a masquerade ball to celebrate the harvest season. 

It was tradition to masquerade in costume on this night, and at the end of the evening there was a great bonfire to ward off evil spirits. It was a night of mischief, and therefore one of the few royal celebrations that you and Dorian genuinely enjoyed. 

You smiled at the dripping candles that floated above the room alongside carved pumpkins and other harvest decorations, creating a warm and comfortable feeling despite the crowded space. Taking a flute of champagne from a serving tray, you scanned the room in an effort to recognize a familiar face under one of the many masks. There were costumes with inspiration ranging from wyverns to ogres to elves, but your eyes stopped on a striking man donning a mask of feathers, apparently the personification of a raven. 

You looked down at your own costume and laughed. You donned a white shimmering gown that matched your mask, including an olive branch crown that tied together your costume as a dove. When you glanced back up, the raven was already crossing the room towards you, a mischievous grin you knew all too well peeking from beneath his mask.

“Hello, dove,” Dorian purred, winking at you as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Your heart fluttered at his teasing - while Dorian viewed you as nothing beyond a friend, you held feelings for him for years, his casual flirting your favorite form of torture. He made you feel special, but that was Dorian. He made everyone feel special, and it broke your heart to know you were just one of many. Kings were known for their dalliances, after all.

You smiled politely, giving your best effort to appear unaffected by Dorian’s behavior as you greeted him. “It’s lovely to see you, Dorian. I admire your costume.” A flash of hurt crossed Dorian’s eyes, so quickly that if you didn’t know him so well, you would have missed it. Recovering with a dazzling smile, Dorian teased you. “Lovely to see me? Since when did we become so formal, dove?” he asked as his eyes raked over your own costume. 

You hummed, maintaining your facade of nonchalance as you searched for a way out of the conversation, needing a break from the complicated emotions that were threatening to surface. You scanned the crowd, taking notice of the orchestra preparing to play. Perfect. “Forgive me if I seem too formal, but it appears that the dancing is about to begin for this evening, so I must be off to find myself a dance partner.” You began to turn away from Dorian as you spoke that last part, hoping to make a quick getaway. 

Just as you turned, Dorian gently took hold of your elbow, spinning you back towards him. He took the empty glass from your hand, setting it on a table as he slid his hand down to hold yours. “Perfect. Allow me to be your first dance of the evening?” Dorian asked, in a tone with a  politeness that betrayed the way he had already pulled you to the dance floor. 

He spun you around with a practiced, courtly grace that was as alluring as it was irritating. Mind racing as you thought of ways to distract yourself - focusing on anything you could think of that was unattractive about Dorian, of which nothing came to mind - you huffed out a frustrated breath. Dorian abruptly stopped dancing, pausing to look at you briefly before taking your hand as he led you away from the dance floor. 

He took you outside to a secluded balcony, where he stared at you as he chewed his lip, suddenly looking uncharacteristically nervous. Finally he threw his arms up and asked in an exasperated tone, “would you take off that damn mask so I can see your face? I can tell something is bothering you, and it’s killing me to not be able to read your expression.” 

You nearly stumbled back in shock, completely taken aback by Dorian’s exclamation. “What explanation do I owe you for how I feel, Dorian? Don’t pretend that you actually care - I know there are hundreds of women who would kill for your attention in there. Go dance with one of them and leave me be.” At this point, you couldn’t hold back the tears that spilled, emotions clear even through your mask as Dorian pulled you close to him. 

He removed his mask, gently removing yours and brought his other hand to wipe a tear that had fallen to your cheek. “Oh, dove. There is no other woman with whom I want to dance, tonight or any other. Can’t you see that?” You sniffled, looking up at Dorian as you struggled to understand what he was saying. He could sense your disbelief, brushing your hair behind your ear as he leaned forward so that your noses were nearly touching. “I am aware of my rumored...romances - but I have not been with another woman since I met you. You’ve brought a light to this kingdom that I didn’t realize was missing.” He took a shaky breath, frantically studying your face. “Please tell me you feel the same.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh in relief as you smiled brightly up at Dorian. “You described how I feel perfectly. I’ve had more fun since I met you than I ever have before in my life. I love you, Dorian.” He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss that had your knees buckling. Dorian pulled away as he breathed, “I love you too, dove.” 

You bit your lip, running your hand along Dorian’s strong jawline as you found the courage to say what you wanted. “Dorian, I’ve never been with a man before, but will you be my first?” Taking your wrist and kissing the inside of it, Dorian locked eyes with you. “If that is what you want, that is what you shall have, my love.” 

He led you up to his bedroom, closing the door behind you as he pushed you up against it, bunching up your skirts as he kissed down your neck to the exposed area on your chest. You fumbled with his clothes, throwing his jacket somewhere in the room as you hastily unbuttoned his shirt. Dorian spun you around, leaving love bites along your neck and shoulders as he untied the laces of your dress, the silky material dropping to the floor. 

You turned around to see Dorian’s eyes blown wide, sucking in a breath as he took in your naked form. “Beautiful,” he breathed softly. You smiled, gaining confidence as you walked back towards the bed, laying on the mattress and shifted up against the pillows, curling a finger as you beckoned Dorian towards you. He followed eagerly, but instead of climbing on top of you as you’d expected, he stopped to hover above your pussy. 

You mewled as he blew a cool breath against your center, spreading your legs wide. He looked up at you, those sapphire eyes taking your breath away as he asked, “has a man ever worshipped you with his mouth, dove?” You shook your head no, swallowing in a tangle of nerves and excitement as you watched him with awe. Dorian wasted no time, licking a broad stripe up your core, eliciting a loud moan as your back arched off the bed, hips raising in an effort to be touched by him more. 

Dorian didn’t let up on his efforts, licking and sucking your clit as you felt a hand that you could not see pushing down on your stomach, pinning you in place as you tried to writhe against his overwhelming touch. You felt a coil in your stomach tighten as Dorian inserted a finger inside of you, curling against you in a way you hadn’t felt before, and you screamed as your walls fluttered around his finger. 

Dorian pulled back, a cocky grin on his face as he sucked his finger clean. His expression turned serious for a moment as he reached for the ties of his pants. “Are you sure that you want to do this tonight, dove?” You nodded, pulling Dorian up towards you as you began untying his pants for him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you said, kissing him softly as you tasted yourself on his lips. 

He shuffled his pants off the rest of the way, lining himself up at your entrance as you took his face in your hands, smiling up at him with clear eyes full of adoration. With a slight nod from you, Dorian pushed himself into you slowly, savoring the sound of your moan as he stretched your walls. He moved softly and slowly, making love to you as you gasped and moaned at the new sensations.

Dorian continued his thrusts, finding a spot that felt incredible as you chanted his name, that coil in your stomach tightening once more as you felt yourself clench around him. Dorian felt it too, an invisible hand surprising you by rubbing soft circles on your clit. The startling sensation sent you over the edge again, Dorian following closely behind as the two of your reached your highs. 

You stayed there, laying next to each other as you registered everything that had happened that night. Dorian turned to lay facing you, tracing his hand along your face and body as he admired you. 

You suddenly laughed, a look of confusion crossing Dorian’s face as he asked, “what is it, dove?” You giggled once more, “well, if the bonfire didn’t scare away the spirits, I’m sure my screams did.”

He laughed with you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, assured that this was truly the most magical night of the year.

[galkyrie]

Jaytim at the beach maybe? :3c

Ooh practice for jaytim week, love it. This turned out...a bit hornier than I'd planned but WHATEVER here you go!

"Wow, the view is incredible today." Tim glanced up from his book briefly, trying not to radiate annoyance at the women setting up so close to his canopy on a private beach at an all-inclusive resort. If it was close enough that he had to hear them gossiping- it was too close.

He and Jason had wrapped up their undercover case two days early- he’d earned the right to be lounging on a stupidly plush daybed under a canopy without interruption from anyone but room service and his boyfriend. Not that his boyfriend had been interrupting much. He'd dragged them out early that morning to surf- apparently yet another hidden talent the man possessed- and had been out in the water the entire time. Tim had bowed out after their second break to reapply sunscreen- because he was not going to deal with a sunburn in the Red Robin suit, thank you- and had spent the rest of the morning picking at an exorbitantly expensive picnic spread and getting slightly tipsy on diluted bellinis. Bruce had already paid for the rest of the week, he might as well not let the money go to waste.

So four women plopping down beach loungers and cackling over mimosas loud enough to distract him from his best attempt at relaxation in years? Yeah, he was a little bit irked. He tried to find his place on the page again, popping a bite of melon into his mouth.

"That is some prime cut beefcake, right there." That caught his attention enough to get him glancing up to see what the big deal was- and promptly trying not to choke as he caught sight of Jason propping up his board further down the shore.

Well. It's not like they were wrong. Not when he was gently squeezing the saltwater from his curls, his arms flexing with the movement and glistening in the sun. He should probably put on more sunscreen. Tim would be more than happy to help.

“Think he’s an instructor?”

"I hope so. I could use some private lessons."

“I’d certainly let him tell me what to do.”

"Tell me what to do? I'd let him drown me." He laughed, unable to stop himself and earned a pointed look from the group openly ogling his boyfriend. It took him a moment to get a grasp on whatever threads of his composure remained after that.

"There a problem, sweetheart?" The blonde with a scathing southern accent asked with a raised brow.

"Nope- no problem. Enjoy the, uh…beefcake." She shot a baffled look back at him when he gave a thumbs up and returned to his book. Frankly, they could've sat further away from the canopy- though now he suspected they'd picked their spot for the view rather than privacy- if they didn't want him to hear them.

And hear them he did. He gave up on his book, opting instead to embrace eavesdropping and eating fruit. The conversation was a strange mix of a high school clique and a bachelorette party, evaluating every man that got within range of their viewing party and rating them against one another. It was gross, but Jason was winning. Some dumb part of him was proud of that. A larger part of him agreed wholeheartedly.

Jason looked good, his skin a sun-kissed hue that made the light smattering of freckles over his nose stand out. The salt water brought volume to those curls as they dried. Tim's fingers itched to run through them as he watched them lift in a light breeze. He moved with easy grace over the sand, muscles shifting and pulling in a tantalizing suggestion of power. He could absolutely understand the desire to lick the droplets of seawater off his pecs- even if he didn’t necessarily get the bonding experience of talking about doing such a thing to a stranger with his friends- and filed the more interesting comments away for later to take as suggestions.

The ladies fell quiet as Jason jogged up to the canopy, casting them a brief glance on his way before landing heavily on the daybed. Tim yelped as he was lifted off the cushion from the force of it, laughing as a strong arm wound around his waist and tugged him close. It wasn't exactly the greeting the petty, competitive part of him had been hoping for, but the brief glance at the surprised expressions was still satisfying.

"Babe- gross, you're wet!" Tim smacked at the damp arm trapping him against Jason’s still mostly wet chest- struggling both insincerely and futilely as a second arm snakes around his chest and hauls him closer. “Jay-”

“Shh Prettybird, I missed you.” Tim snorted, attempting to turn enough in his place to give Jason an unimpressed look.

“It's been a couple hours-"”

“-far too long for our honeymoon, in my opinion.” He did not need to have this conversation while strong-armed into being the little spoon. Especially since it currently gave him a view of the surreptitious glances being cast their way from a suddenly quiet group of women. Tim rolled his eyes and finally managed to wriggle to the point where he was laying on his back. Jason had been milking the cover- and the way the word alone made Tim flustered- for all it was worth. Tim had spent the week discovering he'd trip over himself to give Jason whatever he wanted when the words 'honeymoon' or 'husband' passed his lips- something Jason had caught onto quickly and used ruthlessly to his advantage.

“You’re the one who dragged us from bed at the ass-crack of dawn to surf instead of making use of that honeymoon suite.” Jason only hummed, leaning over him and plucking a grape from the tray. Tim rolled his eyes again at the unsurprising press of said grape against his lips, acquiescing with a sigh.

“You know- this tray looks like it was designed to be eaten after being in the ocean-” He murmured, ignoring Tim’s grumping as he picked up a sliced mango and repeated the process, this time letting his thumb linger against his bottom lip, “-tastes better with a little extra salt.” Tim flushed under the implication, tongue darting out to swipe at the pad of his thumb. His mind was suddenly very, very far away from the group sitting too close to their place or whatever conversation might be occurring as Jason repeated the process with each of his fingers on his free hand. Tim gave in to every unspoken request, watching Jason's eyes darken with rapt attention.

"You should eat something, too." He tried to regain some composure, grasping blindly at the tray, "you were out there twice as long as me-" Jason grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand into his field of vision, maintaining eye contact as he swiped the cut pineapple from his fingertips with a curl of his tongue. Tim's attempt at calm died a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

"I've got something in mind-" and he was hauling him up into his arms, abandoning the picnic and the scene behind them in favor of carrying him to their suite's beachfront door. Tim could hear the burst of chatter as they were deemed a safe subject of conversation- but couldn't bring himself to care as Jason pulled him into a kiss. He'd have to tell him about his popularity, Tim noted idly as he licked the tang of pineapple juice from the seam of his lips. Jason'd get a kick out of it- especially after he put all those creative ideas to good use.

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Invisible String

(Natasha x Reader)

Summary - Based on a request.

Natasha the popular football team captain is dating the invisible nerd reader. Everything was going great until Natasha's fear for her fame gets in between. What happens when someone starts showing special interest in reader? Will Natasha finally put love over popularity? Or the invisible string finally break?

Warning - Angst, jealousy, anger?, sadness, smut, I guess there is none. Didn't proof read.

Words - 6.5k

A/N ; Hey Everyone!

Thank you for all the love you all are showing me. Please feel free to put ideas in my ask box.

Hey Anon! I hope you liked it, I haven't tried anything like this before and it was my first time, I still put my heart and soul into it despite the conjunctivitis eating me alive. Lol. I just hope you like it. It is 4 in the morning and I am only updating for you. Thank you for being patient. 💕

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You watched from the bleachers as Natasha made a perfect dive in the air then coming back down on her feet with the soccer ball in her hands, her hair tied behind in a ponytail, her T-shirt was sticking to her figure giving you a view, you would be lying if you said you weren't scared of the dive hurting the redhead.

The other players hurdled around Natasha giving her pats of appreciation and the smile on her face made you jealous of the people surrounding her, they could be closer to the red-haired beauty, while you could only watch from far away.

"You will burn a hole in her head from the staring." Grace threw a crumpled piece of paper at Your head and you flinched before turning your head to glare at the younger girl.

"I wasn't staring," You said and stole one last glance at the team's captain before turning to your friends completely.

You all had a free period and you decided to spend time on the bleachers, talking and enjoying the weather and in your case the view of your gorgeous girlfriend running and saving the day.

"You kind of were." Hannah butted in and you gave a look of disbelief to your best friend while Grace cheered, she always enjoyed teasing you about your crush on Natasha, if only she knew about your relationship with the girl.

"Will you guys ever stop with this teasing?" You asked with a sigh, a little worried about blowing your cover and ruining Natasha's image, she has already warned you several times and even though you hated not being able to hold her hand in the hallways, sit with her in the cafeteria or kiss her in the locker room, you would still choose to have her in private than not having her at all.

"Not anytime soon," Grace replied with a grin and you rolled her eyes, throwing the crumpled paper from earlier back at her. "Did you even prepare for the test?" You questioned, deciding on changing the topic, your eyes momentarily searched the field for your girlfriend and your eyes met hers, you almost smiled until you saw the look on her face.

Her fingers doing the signal and you turned to your friends, "Shit, I think I forgot my assignment in my locker. I am gonna go get it. See you two soon!" You didn't even wait for their reply as you picked up your bag and ran to the empty auditorium.

You quickly tried catching your breath, running your hand through your hair, pushing up your glasses, you tried to look as presentable as you could for the arrival of your beautiful girlfriend. You didn't have to wait too long as the door opened and in came Natasha with her slightly wet hair, probably from the shower.

"Hey." You greeted her with a smile before rummaging through your bag, "I got you this." You held out a tiffin box containing the cookies you baked yesterday. Hoping it would drive off whatever the look she had given you on the ground.

"What's this?" Natasha asked with a raise of an eyebrow as she took the box from you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you trying to bribe me now, my little nerd?"

You rolled your eyes at the silly name before giving her a sheepish smile, "Maybe, will it work?" You asked batting your eyes at her and you watched as she let out a chuckle before moving forward to easily trap you against her and stage, putting the box beside your head.

"How many times have I told you to not hang out on the bleachers? Hmm?" Natasha asked as she nuzzled your neck, her lips tracing the skin and biting down harshly when you didn't answer immediately. You let out a gasp, your mind scrambling to formulate the answer. "A f-few times?" You replied, your voice so uncertain that it sounded more like a question, your hands reaching up and tangling in her hair, pushing her further in. Wanting her as near as possible, the smell of bodywash around you making you let out a sigh of content.

"More. You know I get distracted with you there baby." She pulled back a little to look into your eyes and you blushed at the innocent reason, no matter how many times you hear it or pay for it, it still makes you feel the most special person in her life. "Then people might get suspicious."

"Of course, why would the popular Natasha even glance at the lowly nerd like me?" You mocked and the redhead rolled her eyes, before going back to planting kisses on your neck, her hands undoing your shirt and you arched a little bit forward.

"I hate when you get sassy like this." She grumbled, her hand moving to your chest, pushing your bra down to get full access to your breast as she circled a nipple before pinching it in between her thumb and finger. You hissed arching forward into her touch. "Yeah then do something about it." You muttered leaning forward to capture her lips with yours in a passionate seal.

Natasha's expertise fingers squeezed your breast one last time before quickly working with the button on your jeans, her fingers diving into your heat, groaning when she noticed your arousal. "So wet already..." She observed pushing her fingers past your lips to circle the hardened nub making you let out small gasps and moans, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"O-Only for you." You said closing your eyes when her fingers pushed into your past your entrance pumping in and out with ease. "M-More, Fuck Natasha." You groaned, moving your hips forward to meet her languid thrust which increased when she added another finger.

"Tell me who does this wet pussy belongs to?" Natasha growled kissing your lips with a bruising force after you uttered her name. You could feel your orgasm building and the moment you thought you were there, she pulled her fingers out, leaving you high and dry.

"What the hell? Babe?!" You questioned, your frustration of not having a release and annoyance of it happening again, mixing together, "Why would you do that? How many times I have told you not to?!" You asked in disbelief and watched as the red head's smirk widened while she licked her fingers clean of your juices. You wanted nothing but to wipe off the evil smirk off her beautifully cruel face.

"A f-few times?" It took you a moment to realize that she had copied your tone from earlier and you give her a blank face and she laughed, "Oh come on! I will make up to you later tonight." She pecked your lips and you pouted at her when she started fixing you back up, putting your bra back in its place, buttoning your shirt and jeans. Her hand running through your hair, before pushing your glasses up and then pully your cheeks, cooing at you, "My adorable nerd."

"I hate you." You said blankly and swatted her hand away from your cheek and she rolled her eyes with an amused smile on her lips, "I love you too baby. Thank you for the cookies but I rather not take it with me." Natasha kissed your lips one last time before pulling away to lean beside you on the stage, taking out a cookie from the box.

"Why?" You asked in confusion, your brows furrowing together. Natasha snorted, "No one except you brings this kind of lunchbox, nerd." She pointed out holding a cookie up to your lips and your bite in annoyance.

"Yeah of course. Next time when I am over to your place, please explain to me that why," Natasha paused finishing her cookie and shutting the box again. "A grown-up young adult needs to have whatever this character is on their lunchbox." She grimaced at the image of ryuk and you rolled your eyes at her.

"Well, not my problem that you people don't have any taste." You grumbled around the cookie, your eyes taking in the red-headed beauty, the way she casually leaned on the stage, each action of her seems to pull you in further. The black leather jacket making her look more of a badass than she already was.

"It's a shinigami."

"Yeah that. You are crazy." She pecked your lips before tapping your head with the lunch box, not so gently then placing it in your hands. You pouted rubbing your head and watched as she took a step back, knowing she was leaving. "You aren't going to stay?"

"No, my friends must be looking for me."

"Yeah, the popular ones." You muttered in a sore tone and Natasha sighed, "Please don't start again, I am excited to see you tonight. Don't ruin it." She warned you before flicking your nose and kissing you one last time.

"You are my biggest bully." You pushed her rubbing your nose, watching as she let a laugh, giving you a wink before bidding farewell.

Leaving you behind with nothing but her lips on your mind.

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You walked out of the auditorium after five minutes to not draw any attention. Sometimes Natasha's rules annoy you to no end but you knew it was just to not get people suspicious of you two.

"Nice lunchbox." You heard a voice from behind you and you turned around to see a brunette standing under the shade of a tree, with a juice box in her hand. You tried deciphering the tone of her sentence.

"Shinigamis are cool." She said pushing herself off the tree and walking closer, you instantly recognized the brunette as Wanda Maximoff, the cheer captain.

"I guess." You fiddled with the box in your hand as you tried figuring out the reason Wanda Maximoff was talking to you. "Are you nervous?" She chuckled and you blushed slightly.

"No. I just don't understand why you are talking to me." You looked up at her with much more confidence than before and she smiled at you, a genuine smile. "Are you a bully?" She asked genuinely and you frowned.

"No of course not."

"Then why can't I talk to you?" She asked in confusion and you looked at her as if it was the most stupid question ever. "You are Wanda Maximoff."

"Yeah, and you?"

"That's not the point. You are the Cheer Captain. Aren't you afraid that your popularity would go down if anyone sees you interacting with...me?" You pointed out, looking around afraid for the girl in question who only looked at you like you had said the most ridiculous thing ever.

"That's the most stupid thing I have heard today. Anyway, What's in the box?" She asked before stealing it from you, "Hey! Don't you have manners?" You asked and She laughed.

"Says the one who judges people on popularity." Wanda rolled her eyes, opening the box, "Ooh cookies! Can I try one? Please." She asked and you stared at her with wonder.

"You already stole my lunch box. What's stopping you from stealing the cookie?" You asked with a shrug, watching as she pouted adorably, "Well that was different. So can I have it? Coach didn't let us eat lunch today."

"Is that suppose to melt me?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

You rolled your eyes and waved at her in dismissal, "Sure. You can have it since the person I got it for, doesn't care about it." You muttered in a sour tone which changed instantly when Wanda let out a moan, eating the cookie in pure happiness.

"They must be stupid. This is so tasty. Where did you get them from?" She asked, in between her chewing.

"Yeah, They are. I baked them actually." You answered enjoying the appreciation, "You can keep it if you want. If being seen around with that nerdy box won't affect your popularity." You added and watched as Wanda grimaced at your words.

"Thank you and no it won't affect shit. I think it is cool." She waved the closed box around for emphasis and you gave her a tiny smile. A part of you wished for Natasha to be like this about you.

"Shit!" You cursed when you heard the bell, knowing your next class was on the other side of the building. "I have to go! See you around!" You ran toward the building, Wanda's laughter could be heard in the distance.

"Bye Bye, Cookie Girl!" She called after you and you couldn't help but smile at the name. Mentally, scolding yourself for saying you will see her around. She was the Wanda Maximoff. Plus Natasha would be mad if she finds out about your interaction with her. It was better to stay away.

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Your blood boiled seeing Natasha and Bucky flirt down the hallway across you, your whole mood ruined. It ruined the moment when Natasha dropped you off four blocks away from the school. Natasha's insecurity about being seen with you was hurtful. You had started feeling insecure about yourself with how much she avoids you on school ground.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Grace asked standing beside you and you turned to give her a sharp glare.

"A vermin." Your sharp tone catching her by surprise and she quickly raised her hand in surrender and you let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself but it being a difficult task when you can hear your girlfriend's flirty laughter just down and across the hallway.

"You sure you are okay?" She asked and you nodded, letting another sigh out. "I am fine. Just tired." You glanced one last time at the popular duo before turning to your friend completely.

"Didn't sleep well?" Your mind instantly was filled with flashes of Natasha and You and a smile formed on your lips. "A little but it's nothing."

"Sucks! You know I finished the series you recommended!" Grace started talking about some anime and your mind wandered to your relationship with Natasha. Just a few days ago Natasha left you on one of your date nights to hang out with her friends, claiming if she didn't, they would get suspicious. The way she was being so paranoid was giving you anxiety.

And now the attention she was showing to Bucky, you watched as her hand twirled around her hair strand. Okay she was flirting. That is her move. You would know because of the million times she used it on you. You didn't understand what was up with her lately, she was becoming someone else entirely.

You remember the time when things were different, you and Natasha used to hang around each other all the time until she joined the soccer team and got new friends while you stayed where you were, nose buried in books. You almost wished you had listen to her and join those cool clubs she asked you to. Maybe then things would have been different.

"What's up with you? Are you even listening to me?" Grace snapped her fingers in front of your face and you snapped out of your train of thoughts. "I am sorry.. I am just not feeling well." You ran a hand through your hair.

"Do you have a fever?" She placed her hand on your forehead and shook her head, "Your temperature feels okay. Do you want to go to the nurse? The hot one?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively and you laughed pushing her away.

"No.. I will be fine." You reassured and Grace let out a sad sigh, "Plus I don't want to watch you flirt with the nurse while I die there in pain." You pointed and she rolled her eyes.

"How rude. Let's go now." She started dragging you to your class and you stole one last glance at Natasha and Bucky deciding to talk to her about it later.

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"Are you kidding me?" You asked sharply, not even believing what you were hearing from her. Natasha looked blankly at you. "I am not. It is important."

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "For what? Another boost to your popularity? So that you can create more distance between us?" You questioned and watched as she let out a sigh before rubbing her face with her hands, her eyebrow twitching, clearly a sign of frustration. Any other time you would have stopped pushing her at the slightest sign of her annoyance but you didn't care. You were tired of being her second choice.

"It isn't like that. My friends are suspicious, he will just work as a beard for me." She said running her hand through her hair in frustration. You shook your head, "Are they even your friend if they are judging you on your every move?" You asked and Natasha moved closer to you, taking your hand in hers. In some sort of way to calm you down with physical touch but something in you keep bubbling in the form of anger.

"Baby, it is just until graduation."

"I don't care. I feel disgusted being your dirty little secret! I hate it. I hate your friends! I hate how you make me feel every time we are around each other in school." Your voice raised a bit and you felt your face heating up from blood rushing to it. "As if you are ashamed of me."

"Stupid me! You are ashamed of me!" You said and pulled your hand away from her hold, stepping back. The physical proximity only making you feel angrier at her, at yourself, at this situation. "You know that's not true, I love you." Natasha looked into your eyes with her jaded green one, a pleading look in them.

"Really? Then let's go kiss in the hallway in front of all your stupid friends." You challenged and Natasha looked away, "That's what I thought." You whispered, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"Y/N, please. I can't lose my captaincy, my reputation. It's important to me." She stepped closer and tried reaching for you again as if she wanted the physical contact this time for herself, to comfort and reassure herself of the situation being under control but you instantly took a step back avoiding her touch, knowing it was from done.

"More than me?" You bit your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, "Of course not. They are two different things." Natasha shook her head quickly.

"Yes, but they have a direct cause and effect relationship." You argued and wiped at your cheek when a tear slipped from your eye, "You should choose what's more important to you."

"Please don't do this baby. This is ridiculous. You don't want me to hang out around Bucky? Fine! I won't. Happy?" Natasha asked, her face turning into a scowl indicating her temper but you refused to back down.

"It isn't about him anymore. I want to be able to love you freely. I want to be able to sit beside you in the cafeteria, I want to be able to hold your hand and walk you down the hallway to your class, I want to be able to kiss you without feeling disgusting or ashamed of ruining your reputation." You moved closer to Natasha, taking her hand in yours kissing her knuckles slowly. "Don't you want that as well?"

"Not at the cost of everything I have worked for." She answered in a soft whisper filled with remorse, panic rising in her eyes and she opened her mouth to deny you but it was too late. You dropped her hand, tears falling freely down your cheeks now. "Then maybe we aren't just meant for each other."

"Baby please don't say that. I swear I am not gonna hang out with him anymore." Natasha grabbed your hand again in hers and you tried pulling away but her grip just tightened. "It isn't about him anymore Natasha, I have told you, what I want." You said and watched as the determined expression of hers faltered slightly.

"You will bring him up again in few weeks and I won't be able to say no then and will just cry on my way back home." Natasha's own eyes started filling with tears at the prospect of where things were going, she refused to let her tears out and you pulled your hand away from her grip, this time the red-head let it go.

"Let me make this decision for myself when I can." You whispered, your own tears falling freely now, you watched with a dull ache in your chest as Natasha's shoulders shake while she hung her head low. She was trying to hold back her cries.

"You said you wouldn't push me into making us public." Natasha pointed out, her jaw tightened, a fire in her teary eyes, you knew exactly what she was doing, covering her emotions with anger. "Don't go there, now." You pointed out and flinched when Natasha cut you off with a yell.

"I will go wherever the fuck I want!" You stepped back with a sigh, wiping your cheeks, you wished she had acted a little bit maturely but you didn't blame her either. It was just how she was, she would cover her pain with anger just like she knew how you were, too stubborn to go back. "You promised!"

"I did! But that was when you didn't constantly make me feel like I am walking around you on eggshells! That was when you actually treated me like a person instead of a low-class nerd who would ruin everything for you! But you are too attached to just let go!" You yelled back, not caring if any passerby were to hear you, picking up your bag, you turned to leave.

"I hate you." You heard Natasha's cracking whisper and refused to look at her, knowing you might crumble seeing her crying. You left the room leaving behind Natasha to pick up the shards of a broken home that once was yours.

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It has been a few days since your break up with Natasha and things had been eventful. She has gone from trying to get your attention to ignoring you to giving anyone you talk to looks filled with hatred and jealousy. It doesn't draw much attention because most of the people you interact with are the nerds and geeks, who are the usual target of bullying. Natasha's strange behavior passing off like that.

Just yesterday she has pushed past a guy so harshly that he was slammed against the locker next to you, only because he was talking to you and was too close for the redhead's liking. You almost wanted to go after her and give her a piece of her mind but controlled yourself for her and your sake as well. She was just grieving. It would be okay, you had reassured yourself.

What Natasha failed to notice was, her giving so much attention to people around you, has brought the attention of other kids in her clique to notice you. It wasn't anything bad but just the usual, being called nerd here and there which the redhead had failed to notice, being too busy pushing people away from you.

Your friendship with Wanda had grown as well, the only person Natasha couldn't just scare away. The cheer captain was always around the corner, pulling you into any conversation about baking. Could you even name it a friendship? More like an acquaintance.

"Hey Cookie girl." Speak of the devil. Wanda leaned against your locker and you glanced over at the brunette dressed in her cheerleader uniform, the skirt revealing her long creamy legs.

"I told you it's Y/N." You rummaged through your locker for an extra pencil, forgetting yours at home. "And I told you, Cookie sounds better." Before you could deny the girl, she spoke again.

"Anyways! Guess what I got you?" You turned to her, watching as she held up your lunchbox in her hands with a smile on her lips. "My lunchbox?" You asked a little confused and amused at the antics of the other girl. The stares around you two are not so prominent anymore.

You still remember the first time Wanda approached you on your locker, gushing about how her locker is just two lockers away from yours and how she was finding it out now. The people in the hallway had stopped whatever they were doing to stare at you two as Wanda continued to chatter next to you. You almost felt scared for the girl but nothing seemed to happen to her as she was there again the next day, and the day after.

Unbeknownst to her, a certain redhead would seethe fire everytime she would caught you smiling or laughing at something Wanda had done.

"You are one dumb cookie." You rolled your eyes at the half-hearted insult and Wanda opened the box revealing choco-chip cookies inside. "I baked them! Trying your recipe, tell me how they taste." Apparently you were too hesitant for the her liking because she took the matter in her hand, feeding you the cookie herself.

You chewed softly, feeling stares on you, you glanced around catching the  jade green eyes, a familiar fire in them. Natasha was peering over you two from her locker, wearing a simple denim jeans and while t shirt, her soccer jacket on top of her shoulder, her grip on the handle so tight that her knuckles were turning white. "So?"

"It isn't bad.." You started, the cookie wasn't actually so bad. A little underbaked in the middle, giving the feel of eating cookie dough once you start chewing. The sides were a bit hard but everything else was tasty. Now how do you tell this to the bubbly cheer captain without hurting her feelings.

"But it isn't good." Wanda said grimly, her smile falling and you instantly shook your head, "No no! It is..good. The taste is immaculate. It is just the texture, it is under-baked in some parts like when you lay it down to bake, do you.." Before you could continue, a figure loomed over you two, slender fingers taking the half-bitten cookie out of your hand.

"It tastes shitty," Natasha said after taking the bite of it and throwing it in Wanda's open tiffin. "No, it isn't." You tried defending but it was in vain as the two girls stared each other down.

"So now I know it does taste good. Thank you, Natasha." Wanda replied shutting the box with a sigh, "I was gonna give them to you but I guess I need to improve my skills first."

"No, they are perfect, Wanda. Almost like cookie dough and I love cookie dough!" You reassured and winced when Natasha elbowed your side, you shot the red head a glare, rubbing your side, her eyes were fixated on drilling holes on the side of Wanda's head.

"Why do you have Y/N's lunch box?" Natasha asked Wanda, a edge in her voice and you wondered why the bell wasn't going off, you didn't want Natasha to scare Wanda away as well. The brunette has been nothing but sweet to you.

"How do you know it is her lunch box?" Wanda asked back and caught Natasha off guard. "Anyone can spot a nerd's lunchbox." She replied but her voice wasn't much convincing. You weren't going to lie, this one actually hurt. Here you thought she would learn from mistakes.

"Then why do you care so much?" This time it was you, who asked the question and it was evident in the red head's face that she knew she had hit a nerve. "Y/N." Her voice was a bit softer and you uncrossed your arms, taking Wanda by her arm, "Let's get out of here," Wanda let you guide her, with an amusing grin on her face, knowing not many people could talk to Natasha like that, there must be a story behind it.

You could hear the slam of a hand on a locker behind you, making you wince as you left with Wanda, leaving  behind the red head to deal with her jealousy.

"What was that about?"

"It's...a long story."

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You walked into the classroom, usually you would have sat in your usual place, a seat which gave you and Natasha easy access to interact with one another, hidden from the prying eyes of people. Benefit being that none of Natasha's friends were in this class so she could occasionally seat just behind you in the back of the classroom, next to the wall.

You smiled sadly at the memory of being paired with the red head for the quiz, how she flirted with you, pretending to be meeting you for the first time. You blinked away the memory and the stinging of tears in your eyes, you were still upset at what happened between you two but after crying for three days straight, you were finally finding your footing. Now you only cry at night, if it can be counted as an achievement.

Come to think of it, the only two emotions, you were capable of feeling these days were sadness when Natasha wasn't around and Anger when she was around with that hesitant smile of a kicked puppy. Not to mention the way she would play with her hands or rub her neck, her eyes constantly searching you. It was becoming particularly awful for you because you didn't know how to react, your anger getting best of you each time.

Similar to right now, the red head stared at you, her hand nervously tapping against the desk stopping and pointing subtly toward the empty seat in front of her, her green eyes softly pleading similar to a puppy wanting a treat. You hadn't expected her to be in the classroom so early, she was usually the one to trudge in late after the bell had rang, maybe she was early to see you. You almost felt your anger dissipating but you shook the feeling away. You gave Natasha a blank face before moving to sit with Sandra, the girl Natasha hated dearly because according to the red head, Sandra only flirts with you while you thought she was just being nice.

"Hey Babe, what pleasure do I owe to have you sit near me?" Okay, she might be a little bit over friendly but the look on Natasha's face was worth it. "Hey Sandra," You said shyly, your eyes darting toward Natasha who was throwing daggers at the blonde girl's head.

"How is the debate club going?" You asked and watched as the girl dived into a enthusiastic conversation about the tournament they were planning to win. You laughed and nodded at the right time, your fingers touching the side of your ear every once in a while, playing with your hair. You smirked when you watched Natasha's knuckles turning white around the pencil. Just a little force and the poor stick would break in two, her arms muscles flexing underneath her sleeves and you licked your lip subconsciously.

"That sounds really fun. I wish I could tag along to see that play out." You said before moving your hand to Sandra's hair, a tiny feather was stuck to it. "Sorry, you had something." You said, your cheeks tinting as well as a full blown blush covered the girl's face. "O-Oh that's..Than-"

"Move." Natasha's cold voice interrupted the poor girl and you turned slightly to stare at the red head, ready to give her an earful but the look on her face had you thinking twice and damn that eyebrow raise directed to you. It sent shiver down your spine.

I was here first, Romanoff. Maybe If you had shown a little bit of respect, I would have considered." Your eyes widen at the guts of the blonde girl. You didn't expect Sandra to react like that but you doubt her caring about Natasha's reputation.

"Respect? To -"

"Natasha, please." You interrupt her quietly, your hand squeezing her wrist lightly, you didn't want to create a scene and hurt her precious popularity. "Why don't you come sit with me? I have to ask you some maths question." Natasha turned to you and you could clearly see the lie, Natasha was way better with numbers than you. In fact it was her who often helped you out with problems.

"I don't want to.." You whispered and watched as Natasha's face fell, she had turned to you with much confidence and you knew the rejection must be hurting but you were too. You were rejected a thousand times by her for friends, for her parties, for her popularity.

Then why the ache in your heart got stronger as you watched her chew on her bottom lip, nodding a few times as if she was making herself understand the reality and the gravity behind the simple rejection. Her eyes watery as she turned away, trudging back to her seat with a crestfallen look. Her head down as she stared at her lap. You felt your eyes watering as well, the remorse and the pain increasing with each passing second, you could no longer bear to see her.

"I a-am sorry, I have to go." You got up picking up your bag, you left the classroom, the bell going off indicating the start of the period and you didn't have the heart to sit in that room with someone else after rejecting to sit with Natasha. It was either her or no one.

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"Get out of my way." You were pushed hard against the locker by someone and your assignment sheets fell down the binding opening and your pages scattering on the floor. Your arm throbbed in pain and you could imagine a bruise forming there.  One look at the scattered pages that you spend hours putting together even missing out your breakfast for it, your anger got the best of you.

"Fuck you!" You yelled loudly and the hallway grew quiet, the chatterings dying down slowly as they watched the commotion. "What did you say?" The girl asked, from her jersey you assumed she was someone on Natasha's team.

"Y/N.. Leave it." It was Hanna, who bend down to quickly pick up the pages. You bit your lip and didn't bother replying, hoping the girl would let it go as well but instead she approached you, her hands raising up her sleeves, kicking the pages from Hanna's hand mutteringthe word 'nerd' as an insult at your friend. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Get a pair of glasses if you have trouble seeing people in the hallway. I am sure one of the 'nerds' could let you burrow their." You said with a sickly sweet smile, air quoting the word 'nerds', some of the people snickering in the crowd. The girl's face got red in embarrassment.

The girl raised her hands pushing you back into the lockers with so much force that the sound of the slam made the people around wince. You groaned in pain, the handle of the locker dug into your back harshly, tears welled up in your eyes. "Why don't I break yours first?"

"Get away fro-" Before you could say anything, an unxpected fist collide with your cheek, the ring digging painfully in your bone, your glasses falling on the floor. "Like that?" You could hardly make out her words, your cheek was throbbing so painfully, you could feel a trickle of blood from where her ring had made contact with your skin.

"Y/N!" You could make out Hanna's voice and you tried prying the girl's hand away from your collar. "What the hell are you doing?!" You could recognise the cold and demanding voice of Wanda, she approached the scene her eyes darting from you to the girl, "Y/N, are you okay?" She came to your side and before the girl in front of you could say or do anything more, all you saw was a mass of red hair, pushing the girl away by the collar slamming her against the locker next to you.

You winced when Wanda traced your cheek, from the look on her face you could imagine your condition but you needed to focus on the bigger issue in front of you.

"Natasha!" You tried to get her attention but it was too late as the sound of a fist connecting with a bone was heard, following by a painful cry. Wanda moved you away from the duo.

"What the hell?!"

"How dare you touch her?!" Natasha's voice rang in the hallway, her hand colliding with the girl's nose this time, you watched as everyone took out their phones to record, Natasha slamming the girl by her collar on the locker again. "Natasha stop!" You grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away.

"Why do you care?!" The girl spat and Natasha pushed the girl in the locker one last time and you pulled her back, she reluctantly followed, you could hear the murmurs of the students around at the question.

"Because she is my girlfriend!" Natasha yelled loudly, looking around as if she was addressing the whole crowd, your heartbeat started racing as the whispers grew louder and louder.

"Are you okay?" Her eyes traced your injured face, tilting up to examine better, as she gently caresses your other cheek, you stared at her in surprise and managed a hesitant nod. She leaned in placing her lips on yours in a soft peck. From the corner of your eyes you could see Wanda's amused smile and Hanna's shock expression.

"What's going on in here?! Move!" The blusterous voice of a teacher could be heard and just your luck, it was the teacher who hated Natasha's guts.

Her eyes darted from Natasha to you and to the girl leaning against the locker holding her bloody nose. "Take Ms. Kimberly to the nurse. You come back to Dean's office." The teacher pointed to someone in the crowd before turning to Natasha and you, "Ms.Y/L/N and Ms.Romanoff, follow me to the Dean's office."

Natasha squeezed your hand interlocking her fingers with yours as she starts following the teacher, taking you with her. The murmurs growing as looks were exchanged between the students. "Rest of you! Off to class!" You watched as people started scattering away, clearing the hallway.

Natasha squeezed your intertwine hands and you looked at her, her jade green eyes, conveying so many messages and you squeezed her hand back in reassurance, you saw a smile forming on her lips and you felt a small smiling appearing on yours as well, despite the pain in your cheek. Your words from that day resonating in your head.

I want to be able to hold your hand and walk you down the hallway...

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A/N: Hope you all liked it.

Feel free to drop in ideas or just send anons telling me about your day! I would love to hear anything from you all.

[graceful-starker]

I would love snippets in your high school AU. Maybe showing Tony getting jealous when someone hits on Peter? Or he thinks that MJ and Peter are going out and it leads to a confrontation or something?

I love this prompt!!!

Notes: jealousy, insecurity, bi awakening, mild angst, ambiguous ending. Introducing: Wade Wilson, senior and frat brother.

~

Peter laughs at the joke Tony just made, eyes bright as he walks side by side with his best friend.

Unlike what he predicted, nothing has changed after their under-the-influence quiz fun. Everyone teases them the same amount, Tony still sleeps with a new girl every week, and Peter has comfortably fallen back into his place as Tony’s best friend.

Just friends.

There was no freak out, once Tony was sober. There was no pretending it never happened, nor a big deal-making moment. Tony didn’t magically confess his undying love, and nobody in their mix-matched friend group treats him any differently.

As far as Peter can tell, the whole thing was a fun little joke, and no one took it as anything more than that.

Which is good, because even though Peter has only been in this group for a couple months, he half views them as family.

Tony smiles back at Peter, taking a sip from his coffee mug. Peter inwardly associates coffee with Tony—everyone is sleep deprived in college, but no one else always has coffee readily available. At all times. In every room. No matter what.

Peter once saw Tony go into the communal bathrooms to take a shower with his damn coffee mug. At 11:00pm. Psycho.

It’s at that exact moment that Wad Wilson, a kid in Peter’s intro to chem class, walks towards them. “Parker! How’s it going?”

Tony slows to a stop beside Peter, shifting his books to a more comfortable position.

Peter doesn’t know why, but it makes his stomach so weird flips that Tony would rather stay with Peter while they talk than find something else to do.

“Hey Wade! I’m good, what’s up?” Peter asks, smiling.

Wade pointedly looks at Tony, and anyone else would have said ‘I’ll catch you later Peter, gotta get to class’ or something. But Tony only cocks his chin out, in a ‘what are you gonna do about it?’ gesture. Wade rolls his eyes, but focuses his attention back on Peter. “Did you do the chem homework already? I know you like to work ahead and all.”

Peter hums softly, pulling at the straps on his back pack, where said homework rests. “Yeah, I have it done all the way up through Thanksgiving break. Why?”

“Well…” Wade shoots Tony another look, and sighs in frustration. He runs a hand through his hair, and looks back to Peter. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’m um…I’m struggling a bit. I only took this class to finish my gen-ed, I’m not interested in it like you are. So I was wondering, would you help me study maybe?”

“He can’t,” Tony says before Peter can say anything. Peter side-eyes him, mouth thinning into a line. “It’s movie night tonight, we have plans already.”

“Oh, are you a couple?” Wade asks, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to-“

“No,” Peter interrupts, elbowing Tony. “He means our friend group.”

Wade’s smile returns, and now he doesn’t even give Tony a glance. “Oh, that’s good! Because I was planning to seduce you over chem equations. Very sexy stuff, you know.”

Peter snorts, and covers his mouth and nose with his hand in embarrassment as he breaks out into giggles instead. He notices Tony stiffen beside him, but he ignores it. “Hey, chem can be very sexy! Maybe I’ll tell you all about how you must be made of copper and tellurium.”

Wade gives him a blank look, but keeps his smile in place. Tony sighs in annoyance. “The atomic symbols are Cu and Te.” When Wade turns his confused eyes to Tony, the younger boy rolls his eyes yet again. “It spells cute.”

Wade’s eyes light up, and he turns back to Peter. “Well, I think you’re copper and telegram too.”

Peter giggles at the complete lack of trying to say it right, and a soft blush graces his cheeks as the compliment sinks in. “Well, we do have movie night tonight, why don’t you come over? I can help you study tomorrow instead.”

Tony coughs, but Peter and Wade ignore him. “You know, that sounds great and all, but what if you came over to my frat house instead? We’re throwing a party tonight, you could meet all my brothers. I usually don’t go, I get bored with all the…you know. But if I had someone to entertain me…” Wade winks at Peter, and Peter’s cheeks go almost red.

“I just told you he can’t,” Tony says, voice hard. “Do you not understand the meaning of no?”

Wade does turn to Tony at this, smile gone. “You said no, not him. And he said you aren’t dating, so you can’t control who he can and cannot hang out with, can you?” He turns back to Peter. “It’s cool if you don’t want to though, movie night sounds good too.”

Peter hums and grabs Wade’s phone, holding it up to the older boy’s face to unlock it. Wade blinks in confusion, but Peter is already putting his number in Wade’s phone. “I’ll ask the group chat if movie night can be tomorrow instead, but if it can’t, I’ll text you the address. If it can, I’ll text you for a ride. Okay?” He hands the phone back, and he’s surprised at the amount of boldness he had just then.

Wade’s wide grin returns, and he gives Peter a mock salute with two fingers. “Looking forward to it sweetheart,” he says, before walking back the way he came.

Peter starts gushing about it the entire way to class with Tony, over the moon that someone asked him out. No one has ever asked Peter out before.

He doesn’t notice that Tony is uncharacteristically quiet and cold, not offering so much as a ‘mhm’ in between Peter’s sentences.

~

Movie night could not be moved, which Peter wasn’t sad about. He doesn’t like parties.

But he does love movie night, and he does love the idea of bringing an actual date to movie night. Someone for his friends to see, someone to prove that Peter is more than a love sick puppy.

“Okay, my friends are…a lot,” Peter says, holding Wade’s hand as they walk to the front door. “And I’m the youngest, so they make fun of me the most. They’ll probably make fun of you too-“

“I’m cool with that babe, as long as I can joke back,” he teases, kissing Peter’s cheek.

Peter smiles, squeezing Wade’s hand and opening the door. “Sorry we’re late, but Wade brought a case of beer!” He follows the sounds of cheers to the living room, taking in his friends.

Steve and Sam are on opposite sides of the same love seat, and Bucky is carrying a bowl of popcorn towards them, presumably to sit in the middle. Steve and Sam seem to be in an intense debate on who is the faster runner, which is hilarious because Steve is on the track team and Sam isn’t, so it should be pretty clear.

Vis is sitting on an armchair, holding a plastic cup with both hands and staring intensely at it. Peter has the feeling Wanda entrusted him to watch it while she went to the bathroom.

On the left side of the couch sits Thor, nursing a bottle of beer and scrolling on his phone. Next to him is Bruce, who is attempting to explain a theoretical physicals theory to deaf ears, while Thor nods every few seconds to pretend he’s listening. Natasha is on Bruce’s other side, pretending to be highly interested and batting her eyelashes, stroking his arm almost like one would a cat. Clint is not in his usual spot beside her, instead perching on the countertop in the adjacent kitchen, boring holes into the back of their heads.

Beside Natasha is Tony, actually is paying attention to Bruce’s story and commenting here and there about his own ideas, which keeps Bruce in momentum to keep talking. Leaning against the armrest beside Tony is Rhodey, who keeps checking his watch every two seconds. Peter has a feeling he’s counting down the seconds to when it’s officially considered ‘showing up’ so he can leave.

Peter smiles, clearing his throat. “Hey guys! This is Wade, he’s my date.”

Bucky shimmies his way in between Sam and Steve, and looks up. “Oh! He’s actually hot, how’d you pull that, Parker?”

That catches the rest of the group’s attention, and Natasha even whistles at Wade. While it makes Wade laugh, it makes Peter blush and push his hair down self-consciously.

“Actually,” Wade says, wrapping an arm around Peter’s waist and putting his hand in Peter’s back pocket. “I was surprised he agreed to go out with me. It’s hard to find boys this pretty!”

Peter’s blush fades into a pretty pink, and he smiles up at Wade. No one has ever called him pretty, let alone after his friends made fun of him. “Shut up!” He giggles, and leads To are towards a beanbag chair near the couch. “Sit. What do you want to eat?”

“Are you on the menu?” Wade asks with a wink, making Natasha choke on her beer and Sam to whoop. “Just popcorn, thanks babe.”

Peter giggles, much higher pitched than usual, and goes to the kitchen to grab some. He doesn’t notice Tony sulking, he only notices that the conversation returns to before Peter showed up, making him feel more normal.

“Hey Clint,” Peter says, nodding to the couch. “Off again, I see?”

Clint looks over Peter’s shoulder, where Natasha is laughing far too loud at Bruce’s joke about wormholes. “Yeah. This time it was because I was, according to her, flirting with some blonde at her recital yesterday. I was just being polite.” He huffs and takes a long sip of beer. “Do we have anything stronger?”

Peter shrugs and puts a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “Ask Thor, it’s his apartment.”

Clint cheers Peter with his cup, and hops off the counter to do just that. Peter patiently waits for the popcorn while listening to the pieces of conversation he can hear. Steve has gone quiet, and Bucky and Sam are talking about an anth paper due next week. Thor is telling Bruce about a new theory Jane is working on, and Nat has turned her attention to Tony since Clint walked over. Wanda returned from wherever she went, and is making a stop to introduce herself to Wade before sitting in Vis’s lap again.

He pours the popcorn in a bowl and brings it over, sitting himself in Wade’s lap to mirror Wanda. It’s new—and something he wasn’t sure if he should do. But Wade only grins dopily, helping Peter balance the bowl and wrapping an arm around his back. “I like your friends,” he whispers, kissing behind Peter’s ear. “They’re funny.”

“What a coincidence, I like them too!” Peter teases, kissing Wade’s nose.

“Ew,” Tony whispers, and Peter blushes. But then Natasha says, “what? They’re cute together!” And he feels all warm again.

“Alright, it’s time to start the movie,” Thor says, and Clint decides to sit on the floor in between the loveseat and the armchair.

Peter settles in, smiling up happily at Wade as Thor turns off the lights and Star Wars begins.

~

Peter hadn’t notice the death glares Tony had sent Wade the entire movie. And he didn’t notice Tony’s silence the entire day the next day, or Sunday.

Or, he pretended he didn’t.

But on Monday, during their chem class, Tony chose to sit on the opposite side of where they usually sat together. He didn’t look at Peter, and he ignored Peter’s texts—even though he was on his phone.

That, he can’t ignore.

So after class, Peter corners him. “What’s wrong with you?”

Tony blinks, face neutral. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been avoiding me all weekend, and now you’ve sat across the class from me.”

“And that means something is wrong with me?” Tony asks, quirking a judgmental eyebrow.

Peter scoffs. “Well yes, obviously. You’re behaving differently.”

Tony scoffs. “My whole world doesn’t revolve around you, Parker.”

Peter stumbles back a step, hurt flooding his face. Tony doesn’t call him Parker. Ever. And the statement itself—“Well I know that, I never said it did,” Peter says, voice breaking just slightly.

Tony’s mouth twitches just slightly, as if he regrets his words. Or maybe Peter is just thinking wishfully. “Yeah, well, you don’t act like it. You’re so fucking clingy, it’s annoying.”

Peter bites his tongue as he fights back tears, and nods very slowly. Tony knows that being annoying is one of Peter’s biggest insecurities. “What the hell did I do to deserve that?” Peter asks.

Tony scoffs, and looks just over Peter’s shoulder. “I’m pretty sure I just told you what you did to deserve it.”

Peter nods again, sniffling. “You’re an ass,” he mumbles, turning on his heel and walking off. He wipes away a tear that escaped from his cheek, keeping his head down and his shoulders slumped.