#he'd ask 'babe~ have you eaten yet?'

[senascoop]

희승 — BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG HEADCANONS !

NOTE FROM SENA , request. this took quite so long but here it is. i hope i didn't make you wait for so long anon. LIBRARY!!

꒰ SFW SECTION >

BF! HEESEUNG who is your biggest supporter and cheerleader, he will do everything to hype you up.

BF! HEESEUNG who genuinely listens to your rants or ‘how your day went’, even remembering the smallest details of the conversation to bring it up later.

BF! HEESEUNG who serenades you with his guitar when you can’t sleep, singing softly while looking at you with those dreamy eyes.

BF! HEESEUNG who loves forehead kisses whether it's you giving them or him giving it to you because to him-those feel so intimate.

BF! HEESEUNG who randomly surprises you with heartfelt letters which would then leave you teary-eyed.

BF! HEESEUNG who worries about you a lot. And if you're sick—it’s double. He'll show up with your favourite soup and check up on you a million times.

BF! HEESEUNG who always ensures you're comfortable, offering his shoulder to lean on or his jacket when it's cold.

BF! HEESEUNG who doesn't get overly jealous but makes sure anyone flirting with you has received one of his calm yet knowing smile, making it clear you're his.

BF! HEESEUNG who will drop ‘I love you’ out of nowhere

BF! HEESEUNG who won't shy away from dropping compliments even if it's been too long dating you—whether it's your smile, eyes or simply the way you talk.

BF! HEESEUNG who only shows you his cute and vulnerable side. “don’t leave yet” he'd mutter as he pulls you back to him on bed to cuddle.

BF! HEESEUNG who loves to go on late night walks with you under the stars, holding your hand and talking about how much he wants to marry you one day.

BF! HEESEUNG who makes sure to send you a text even when his schedule is tight. Something sweet like, “Thinking about you. Have you eaten yet?”

BF! HEESEUNG who makes a personalized playlist full of songs that remind him of you.

BF! HEESEUNG who comes up with the cutest nicknames for you, ranging from something common like “babe” to something quirky like “peach” or “sunshine”

BF! HEESEUNG who casually rests his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer whenever you're walking through a crowd or just to make sure you're on the safer side of the road.

BF! HEESEUNG who never liked the idea of “matching” things or outfit with someone until he met you.

꒰ NSFW SECTION , MDNI >

BF! HEESEUNG who’s a quickshot but still lasts long enough to make you cum over and over again. He keeps going even after he blows his load.

BF! HEESEUNG who is very vocal during sex, moaning and grunting as he thrusts into you. His dirty talk is on another level which makes you wet all over again.

BF! HEESEUNG who makes you ride him cowgirl so that he can watch your ass bounce on his cock.

BF! HEESEUNG who loves it when you deepthroat him. He likes to hold your head and fuck your face, the gagging sounds you make further brings him closer to his release.

BF! HEESEUNG who would insist on you drinking his cum while giving him a blowjob because he loves the way the remaining cum drips down your lips and chin.

BF! HEESEUNG who encourages you to touch yourself while he fucks you—squeezing your tits or rather just reaching between your bodies to rub your clit.

BF! HEESEUNG who gives you a creampie whenever you ask for it (def loves it when you beg for his cock). Might make you wait sometimes, teasing you until you're desperate for him.

BF! HEESEUNG who fucks you in every room of the house and every position you can imagine.

BF! HEESEUNG who has you put on a show for him by fingering yourself or using a toy. He jerks off while watching you pleasure yourself.

BF! HEESEUNG who has you calling him “daddy” and beg for his cock like a good girl.

BF! HEESEUNG who loves to fuck you in public places where you might get caught—in the back of the movie theater, in a dressing room, against a wall at a party, etc.

BF! HEESEUNG who spanks you when you act like a brat, leaving red handprints on your ass.

BF! HEESEUNG who would be into tying you up a little and either use ice cubes or his own mouth to tease you.

BF! HEESEUNG who enjoys making you cum—his tongue, fingers, cock, dildo or whatever it is.

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[wonfilms]

enhypen & the ways they say "i love you" (without actually saying it) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

warnings : n/a : gen: fluff a/n: im back?!? after almost 6 mths .. but yes i'm back, (finally..) school has been HELL, BUT yrhome is back in action, i hope this is alright even though i feel a little rusty hehe, reblogs & comments are very much appreciated

heeseung -> "this song reminded me of you." - heeseung's love is constant, never once wavering. he sees you in every little part of his life.. he thinks about you constantly never once do you leave his mind he discovers a melody that seems to capture you within mere musical notes... so he shares it with you.. each song that make his heart swell just like you do.

jay -> "you wanted this right? i saw you looking at it at the store last weekend?" - jay's love is bold yet gentle, almost like a first love and a last kiss paired in one. jay remembers everything about you, your favourite colour, which perfume you use, what shoe size you are, what makes you tick and what comforts you after a long day? so it's no surprise that when he caught you eyeing that lipstick at the store he just had to buy it for you, whatever makes you happy is all he wants.

jake -> "give me one more kiss, please babe just one more..??" - jake's love is exhilerating and yet comfortable all at once, like the fond nostalgia of a childhood fair-ground ride. he should be out of bed right now, rushing to get ready for work but he can't help himself.. not when you look that damn beautiful laid in his arms , he kisses you softly letting the feeling linger. just one more kiss, he pleads.. but you both know that's never the case

sunghoon -> "have you eaten yet baby?" - sunghoon's love is soft, sweet and it feels warm like a bowl of soup. he never fails to ask you whether you'd eaten yet, always. he takes comfort in knowing you're still safe and healthy. he shows his love through words, whispered confessions against your neck and gentle squeezes of your hip as he kisses you to sleep at night.

sunoo -> "i wish i could see you all the damn time" - sunoo's love tastes like oranges and frozen grapes. he didn't think he'd ever want someone's company like he wants yours.. he needs you he wants you by his side even more with every passing minute. it feels almost natural to see your smile and your pretty eyes every minute of the day, it's like a second nature to him to admire you. jungwon -> "i wanna grow old with you one day" - jungwon's love is like rainy days spent cuddling next to the fire. he's never been one to shy away from the words 'i love you', but that's probably just because it's you. hell, love is terrifying but he knows you're the one for him. his other half the last little missing puzzle piece in his life, you're perfect for him. niki -> "you make me wanna try." - niki's love is like a gentle studio ghibli movie. it's not perfect but yet it still it. his love is encouragement, soft words of affection exchanged in private and heart-wrenching embraces that make you feel like melting. you're both young, and maybe thats completely okay, love is also helping the person you love most grow and change and still staying by each other's side.

[darknight3904]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴇʀʏ'ꜱ Qᴜᴀʀʀᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛᴍᴀʀᴋ. ʟᴀᴅʏ ʀʜᴀᴇʟʟᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ.

Warnings: Aegon being Aegon, Canon events surrounding Aemond's 13th birthday, and the Madame (no explicit details.)

129 AC

The ocean water is warm today. It foams up as it crashes onto the shore where she stands barefooted. Today is a day full of uncertainties and untameable nerves. Today is the day she wil claim a dragon. 

“You will become sick standing in the sea like that.” Jace says

"The ocean is warmer here on Dragonstone than on Driftmark." Rhaella says, dismissing his concerns.

"Are you excited?" He asks, standing beside her, letting the ocean wash over his boots.

"I am nervous. Sona has never been claimed before." She sighs

"I am sure you will be able to do it," Jace assures her

"That is easy for you to say, Vermax hatched while you were still a babe." She sighs

"All true Targrayens are dragon riders. I will not see one of my children remain dragonless."

Rhaella whips around to see Daemon approaching. He is relentless in his father-daughter bonding attempts.

"Jacaerys, your mother wishes to see you." Daemon says

Rhaella ignores how he stands next to her after her cousin has left the beach. Waves crash against rocks as her eyes remain fixed on the horizon.

"This silent treatment is becoming old. You are ten and four, you're no longer a child." He reminds her

"What does Rhaena think of me doing this?" She asks, ignoring his comment, "Of me trying to claim a dragon before her?"

"Her thoughts are not important....Sona has rejected her attempts before." Daemon says, "This dragon is for you, Rhaella, no one else."

Daemon's words are touching. Their relationship is still a rocky one though. The past three years have been spent with him flying between Dragonstone and Driftmark. After his marriage to Rhaenrya she had expected that he'd abandon her, Baela and Rhaena. And yet, every few weeks he'd show up on the shore with Caraxes at his side. He'd spend time with her younger sisters and then come barging into her room as though he owned the entire castle. It had taken many moons for them to have a fully civil conversation devoid of yelling and rude comments but eventually, they formed a sort of friendship. That of course did not mean they got along, just that she had come to tolerate him since he seemed intent on not leaving her life.

"The Dragonkeepers say that it is best to approach Sōna now. She enjoys afternoon naps and will become angry if we disturb her later in the day." Daemon says

Sōna's lair is darker than any night sky Rhaella has ever seen. Water drips from somewhere as she points the torch in front of her, trying to see where the dragon might be. Gods, she hoped she was not about to be eaten.

Another 50 paces into the cave and Rhaella is beginning to think the Dragonkeepers have lied about this dragon existing at all. The dampness of the cave is beginning to seep into her bones, she swears every hair on her body has stood up on alert.

And then there is a glitter of white meeting her eyes, the fire that barely illuminates a few steps in front of her has reached something magnificent.

Sōna's brilliant blue eyes are staring at her. Rhaella is looking into the eyes of a dragon. A shiver snakes through her body as she maintains eye contact and slowly drops the torch.

"Zaldrīzes rȳbus, lo mērī udrirzi Valyrio eglio ȳdrassua"

Daemon's last words before she had entered this lair echo in her mind.

A dragon only listens if you speak in High Valyrian.

She finds herself unsure of what to do now, so she speaks and prays to every god there is that this beast does not open her mouth to burn her alive.

"Iksā gevie." She says slowly, "Eman dreamed hen ao syt ñuha giez ābrar.

You are beautiful. I have dreamed of you for my whole life.

Sōna lets out a deep rumble and Rhaella is unsure about the dragon's thoughts on her compliment.

She slowly begins to move towards the side of Sōna's head. The dragon lets out another grumble as she draws close.

"lykirī. Iksan daor kesīr naejot ōdrikagon ao."

Calm down. I am not here to hurt you.

Rhaella's heartbeat pounds in her ears as her hand touches Sona's rough skin.

"Kesi sagon rōvēgrie raqirossa, Sōna. Mazeminna care hen ao lo ao ivestragī nyke claim ao"

We will be great friends, Sōna. I will take care of you if you let me claim you.

Rhaella gently runs her bare hand along Sōna's jawline. The dragon lets out a sharp sound, almost like a trill of sorts. Rhaella smiles as Sōna lets her continue. Has she truly done it? Has she truly claimed a dragon of her own?

Sōna lets out another gurgle before pushing her head further into Rhaella's waiting arms.

"Sir iksi hēnkirī ēva morghon ñuha riña. Nyke kivio naejot gaomagon ao ȳgha"

Now we are together until death, my girl. I promise to keep you safe.

Her voice is no more than a whisper into the cave but the dragon hears it all the same. Rhaella cannot help the wide smile that stretches across her face when her dragon lets out a noise of agreement.

"The winter snow reaches out and claims a woman. Black banners rise behind them. Green rises to meet the snow."

Aemond is unsure what to make of his sister's words. He had come to her room to play with his little niece and nephew who are learning how to stand on their own. They babble with happiness when he shakes a wooden dragon in their faces.

"The snow will meet green over fields of fire and blood," Heleana says, not bothering to look up from her needlework.

"They are growing quickly." Aemond says, hoping to turn the conversation to something more lucid and interesting for him

"They eat often. The boy more than the girl." Heleana says to him

"You will sit the Iron Throne one day, Jaehaerys," Aemond says to the baby who grabs at his hand and attempts to place it in his mouth

Aemond smiles down at his nephew and niece, they are two of the few living beings in this castle that do not fear him.

The castle is bustling with life, as it often does during the day. Maids scurry about, cleaning, and rat catchers lead their dogs about the halls. The feel of his practice sword in its sheath is a familiar one as he makes his way toward where Cole awaits him in the training grounds. Normally he'd try to rouse Aegon from his sleep but it had been weeks since he had successfully dragged his older brother from bed to train.

The clashing of steel is better than any music he's heard as Cole points out how to hold his arms in a way that keeps the sword from being knocked from his hands.

Aemond takes note of how he is rapidly approaching his teacher's height. The top of his head is finally in line with Cole's eyes, just a few more years and he is sure he will outgrow him, after all, he is already a bit taller than Aegon.

"Have you heard the news?" Cole asks in between sips of water from a large flagon that sits nearby.

"What news?" Aemond asks, not recalling anything his mother might have told him this morning at breakfast.

"Word from Dragonstone to the king. Rhaella Targaryen has claimed a dragon." Cole says, "Queen Alicent read it this morning to his grace."

Rhaella had a dragon? Aemond wondered what dragon she might've claimed. He knew there were many unclaimed ones on Dragonstone. He tried to imagine the delicate Rhaella on the back of a beast like Vermithor. It was rather humorous in his mind.

"What dragon has she taken?" Aemond asked

"Your uncle conveniently left that out, my prince," Cole said

Of course, Daemon would leave that out. Aemond had wondered what changed between Rhaella and Daemon. The last time he had spoken to Rhaella she had been deadset on pretending he didn't exist and now he was helping her claim some unnamed dragon. Maybe he ought to write her again. Things had been tense when he hugged her goodbye on Driftmark's shores. Her nose had still been swollen from his punch, which he regrettably had yet to apologize for.

For the first year, they had exchanged many letters, talking of mundane things such as Rhaella's struggle with holding swords upright during her training with the Master of Arms at Driftmark. And how he had discovered that growing up also meant being forced to stand still for measurements to be taken regularly as he was outgrowing all his favorite clothes. Eventually, though, the letters became less frequent and one day stopped entirely. His mother said it was part of growing up and that it was all for the best since she was "separate" from their family. Aemond tried to believe her, he truly did, but at night when he lay in his bed he found himself missing Rhaella's companionship.

"Shall we continue?" Cole asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

Aegon could not believe he left his chamber for this. Surely his bed and cups of wine were better than all of this.

"It is your brother's name day, try to look presentable." His mother had hissed in his ears when she pulled him down the many steps of the Red Keep.

Aegon did not care about Aemond's name day. Why should he care if his brother was ten and three? Aemond was going to have a thousand name days, Aegon didn't see why he should bother himself to be at all of them.

He still could barely believe his Lord Father had been able to plan and attend this family dinner. Viserys had sent the invitations himself, apparently wishing for his family to gather for Aemond's name day. Aegon still thought it was a dull idea.

His eyes scan the dinner table and they land on Princess Rhaenys, or more specifically who was next to her. His Uncle Daemon's three daughters, loud-mouthed as they were, had grown, Aemond's friend most of all. That blue silk dress of hers was doing nothing to hide the curves Aeggon could practically taste from across the table.

"Stop your staring." His...dear Grandsire said, sending a kick to Aegon's shin under the table

Aegon knows he is dense, but even he does not miss they way Aemond's eyes...or well eye...remain fixed on Rhaella through the night. Perhaps he has underestimated his little brother, maybe there is more to him than books and sword training with Cole. Perhaps this was finally a chance for Aegon to introduce Aemond to true fun.

He can feel the smirk stretch across his face as he plans their evening in his mind. Yes, it was finally time to bring Aemond into his world, to show him what other fun there was to be had.

Rhaella has never felt more awkward. When Rhaenys had announced that they would attend a dinner for Aemond's name day at the request of King Viserys, she wished she could be like Lord Corlys, and simply declare she would not go. It was not that she did not want to see Aemond, she just felt distant from him.Perhaps it was the lack of apology for her face or maybe it was the three years that passed since she had chosen Driftmark over him. She swore he was still upset about all of that.

Aemond's eye had been on her the whole night, Rhaella couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.

When they had first arrived, Rhaella had sought him out, perhaps it was just a force of habit but she had found herself at his door. When she peered in, she had expected Aemond to look the way he did when she said goodbye to him on the shore of Driftmark, a snot-nosed, one-eyed boy who was begging her to get on the ship or climb aboard his new dragon with him. Instead, she saw an entirely different person. He was sat with a large book. His newly broken voice had filled her ears, he was practicing his Valyrian. His hair was just past his shoulders and Rhaella could tell he had grown significantly in their time apart, surely he was taller than her now. What stuck out to her the most though was his face, it had sharpened and become rather handsome, most of all though, a gleaming sapphire sat where his missing eye used to be.

She wasn't sure why but she slipped away, not bothering to alert him of her presence. Maybe his new appearance had startled her, or hypnotized her, she truly was unsure of it all.

After dinner had concluded, Rhaella tried slipping away, perhaps she'd visit the library, the castle's library had always been far superior to Driftmark's.

"Are you scared of me?"

A foreign voice fills her ears just as she reaches the doors to the library.

"Aemond." She breathes when she turns to face him, his sapphire eye is now covered with a dark leather eyepatch, "Were you following me?"

She did not hear any footsteps but that did not mean it was impossible.

"You did not look at me once during dinner. Nor did you visit when you arrived yesterday. You are avoiding me." He said, his voice had a twinge in it, like his feelings were hurt.

When did he get so observant and bold?

"I was not avoiding you, Aemond." Rhaella said, looking at him.

"Then why leave dinner so quickly, you ran as tough your hair was on fire." He jests

"You..." She decides it is best to be honest with him, "You are making me nervous."

Aemond lets out a snort of laughter.

"Why? Does my appearance frighten you?" He asks, stepping closer to her so they were only an arms length away

"No! No. It is just...different. I was expecting the same boy who cried after I told him that I'd remain in Driftmark. You have grown up, that is all." She explained honestly

"As have you. You are ten and four now, yes?" He asked

"Yes." She said

It was uncanny how he was taller than her now, truly unfair considering he was still younger than her.

"Aemond!"

What did she do to the gods that they were cursing her with Aegon's presence?

"Aemond! Come, the festivities are not over." Aegon declared, wrapping an arm around Aemond's shoulders.

"Hello, Aegon." She greeted

"Yes, hello." Aegon greeted, his eyes briefly scanning her up and down.

"Where are we going? Mother and father have both gone to bed." Aemond asked, confused.

"I am going to show you the world, little brother," Aegon said

Rhaella thought that was a stupid sentence. It sounded like something out of a bad romance story.

"Might we bring Rhaella? I want to speak to her more." Aemond asked

"No." Aegon said immediately

Rhaella glared at him, how dare he say where she could and could not go?

"It is for men only. You are a man now, little brother, or well you will be by the end of the night." Aegon laughed "Come, we're going now."

Rhaella watched as Aegon walked off.

"I am sure he is just taking me to some tavern he likes. It isn't for noble ladies though." Aemond said

"How long will you be gone?" Rhaella asked, suddenly sad that he wasn't going to stay with her.

"Not long. Wait in the library, I'll come to you when we're done." Aemond said before turning, "I want you to tell me about the dragon you have claimed."

Rhaella smiled as she watched Aemond race after his brother, perhaps appearances had changed but he was still the boy she knew, even though years had passed.

Aemond has never felt more unsure of himself. He has spent the last three years creating a person that is untouchable, devoid of weaknesses, and yet his hands are shaking and his mind is racing. Despite the late hour, he sits in a bath that he ordered a maid to draw for him. The soap and soft rag are rubbing his skin raw as he tries to rid himself of the whore's sickly sweet perfume.

Aegon's laughter was ringing in his ears. The way his elder brother had laughed and pointed as her hands had run down his body. She had been soft and warm yet Aemond had not enjoyed any of it. His skin felt like it was crawling when it had ended. Why did Aegon enjoy doing that regularly? Surely acts like that were not worth dedicating entire establishments to.

His hair is sticking to his neck as he sits in the water. Perhaps if he sits here long enough he will be washed away and the memories of tonight will fall away as well. His eye squeezes shut when he recalls the way her voice had sounded in his ears, loud and wonton, almost like the sound of a dying animal.

Fuck. He wished he could take it all back, he should've ignored his brother and just gone to bed, then all would be right and he wouldn't wish to peel his skin from his bones. His skin is red by the time he is done with it all. Surely he has removed the layer that her hands were all over.

He feels dizzy as he forces himself out of the comfort of the bath. He thinks of Rhaella, surely she is not waiting for him still.

Once he is dressed though, his legs lead him to the library anyway. Maybe he is just seeking comfort in familiarity but all he knows is for once in his life, he is not alright with being alone. The library is silent, and very dark when he enters. He nearly turns back to return to his own chamber when a pale flicker of light catches his eye.

A stump of a candle is all that illuminates the scene he finds her in. Her head is resting in her arms as half her body is resting on the table. Her nose is whistling ever so slightly as she sleeps. He quietly sits down next to her, just her presence is enough to calm his racing mind. Her long hair is free from its usual braids and tumbles down her shoulders. It is softer than it looks as he wraps a strand around his finger. His eye examines her face that is just barely illuminated by the candle. Her features had sharpened, just like his had the past three years and Aemond cannot deny that it suits her. Her familiar scent invades his nose as he rests his head on the table to stare at her, he smiles as he thinks of her waking to find him next to her.

"Gevī"

Beautiful

And so we dig into the romance of the story...

Sorry if the Valyrian is wrong, obviously I'm not fluent in it and I used an online translator for this story.

By the way, Sōna means snow in Valyrian. ;)

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I just found your blog but I love your fics omg. I don’t know if you’ve received a request like this, so forgive me if you have. But do you think you could do a sickfic with the reader taking care of Miles?

i havent gotten this req yet, tysm for requesting!

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wc: 1k

Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x f! reader (could possibly be read for 1610! Miles as well)

Summary: Miles has been acting off, so you decide to pay him a visit.

Warnings: established relationship, sick fic, cursing, fluff

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Staring at your phone's messages, you awaited a response from Miles. But he hasn't been responding to you all afternoon. He never does that. So, it's only natural that this raised suspicion within you.

Miles made the mistake of granting you a spare key to his dorm a while ago. Since you lived on the same campus, you decided to pay him a little visit. It's not like this was the first time you've shown up unannounced, anyway.

Walking down the hallways of your school, you successfully found his dorm. You knocked on his door, "Miles, it's me. I'm coming in." Putting in the key to his door, you unlocked it. Miles was seemingly unfazed as he stood in front of you. "Hola, princesa. ¿Qué tal?" (what’s up?) He said with nonchalance.

But there were a couple of indications that made you realize what his deal was. For one, he didn't greet you with a kiss. Matter of fact, he was standing a few feet further from you than usual. Even before you started dating, Miles would always leave a small kiss on your forehead or temple. And secondly, there were dark circles on his under-eyes that don't usually adorn his face. He was still indubitably charming, however. There was no denying that.

You raised an accusatory eyebrow at him, and he immediately knew you saw straight through him. "You're sick. Aren't you, Miles?"

He almost rolled his eyes at how well you could read him. "I'm fine. It's nothin', ma." He shrugged, but his voice was laced with a subtle rasp. Still enough for you to pick up on, however.

"C'mon, even big tough douches get sick sometimes." You hit him lightly on the chest and grinned at him. Entering his dorm, you asked him, "Have you even eaten anything?" He brushed off your question. Instead, he said,

"You're lookin' pretty-" trying to change the subject, but you cut him off. "Good try, Miles. Wait here, I'll be back!" You promptly ran out the door, Miles stood there dumbfounded.

Within less than ten minutes, you returned to his dorm as promised. With a whole bundle of supplies. "Alright babe, sit." You grabbed him by his arm and sat him on his bed. "Estoy bien, mami. Really. You don't gotta do all this." He told you. But you didn't buy it. Holding up the back of your hand to his forehead, you winced. "Miles, you're burning hot. Temperature-wise." You winked at him.

Unpacking all the supplies you brought, you gave him medicine to take. "This stuff is magic, it'll help you feel better in no time." You said as you handed him the bottle. Glancing at the bottle in skepticism, he told you, “I ain't that sick.” His voice came out atypically groggy.

Much to his dismay, you whipped out a thermometer and put it in his mouth. He didn't even see where it came from. Within a few seconds, it read an unusually high temperature. As you suspected. Putting your hands on your hips, you told him, "Miles. You’re 101 degrees. Take the damn medicine or else I'll feed it to you."

Miles always put on a front. A facade that he didn't need anyone, a 'tough guy' front. But you knew better.

He finally gave in and took the medicine, your eyes trailing to his adam's apple that bobbed as he downed it. Shaking off your wandering gaze, you handed him a bowl and told him, "I brought you some soup as well." Staring up at you, he accepted it. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes. As long as you were here with him, he'd look forward to waking up in the morning.

A few moments passed by and he said, “...Gracias, mami.” “Of course, Miles.” You replied, gently placing a kiss on his forehead. He backed away slightly and concernedly said, "You're going to get sick, ma."

"It'd be worth it." You carelessly grinned at him, and he was sure you could singlehandedly cure him with your smile.

The sun was already starting to set, so you decided to stay at his dorm for the night to make sure he was taking care of himself. Behind closed doors, there was no doubt in his mind that he'd stand outside in the cold rain for hours if it meant you'd stay here with him.

The next morning, you somehow ended up with his arms wrapped around your waist, your back snuggled against his torso. At least you attempted to keep a safe distance the night before. Can't say you didn't try. Stirring awake, you noticed Miles was already up.

But unbeknownst to you, he's been up longer than you'd think, silently listening to the soothing thump of your heart. Glancing up at him, he pressed his lips to your temple.

"¿Cómo te sientes?" (how do you feel?) He said, the rasp in his voice almost undetectable. You let out a small chuckle at the irony, "I feel like I should be asking you that." You replied. Waking up from your trance, you remembered that it was a school day. Looking for your phone, you asked him frantically,

"What time is it? We're going to be late for class, Miles." He shook off your fears, reassuring you. "Cálmate, princesa. We got time."

Letting out a sigh of relief, you relished in his embrace, not wanting to ruin this rare moment of quietude. Maybe you should've been more careful around him, but how could you when he was holding you like this?

It was almost a perfect way to wake up in the morning. You silently hoped you could stay like this a while longer with him. And little did you know that your wish would be granted. Just not in the way you initially hoped.

An abrupt sneeze interrupted the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. You slapped your face with your hand. Groaning at how warm it felt, you exclaimed,

"Oh, fuck."

Needless to say, both of you were in this together. Whether you liked it or not.

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estoy bien - i'm good

cálmate - calm down

princesa - princess

gracias - thank you

[mustainegf]

I totally understand if you won’t be comfortable with writing this, but could you write something, where the reader struggles with an ED? James (any era is fine) obviously notices her weightloss, and discovers her purging one night, comforts her, and helps her with recovery? I completely get if you don’t want to write this, but thank you anyway, for all your amazing fics! 💞

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mention of ED, purging, mention of vomiting

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁷

It was late one night in '87, and the stars outside our small apartment seemed extra dark, as if even they took a cue from our dramas. The city was quiet, but my mind was loud, racing with thoughts that couldn't let me sleep. James had long since taken up most of the bed, sprawled out and snoring like a chainsaw, as he always did after a night out. We had been out with his bandmates earlier, grabbing burgers and beers after their rehearsal. I tried to enjoy it, went along with everyone, laughing and talking; but as usual, couldn't get past that nagging voice in my head telling me I shouldn't have eaten so much.

I waited for James to go deep into sleep, his soft hum of breathing filling the room. Quietly, I slipped out from under the sheets, my heart pounding. I hated myself for what I was about to do, but the shame was just like that itch I couldn't ignore. My feet padded softly across the cold floor toward the bathroom, and I shut the door behind me, trying to be as silent as possible.

This was not something I wanted to be doing. Still, it had to be the only way to undo the guilt, wash away that heavy feeling which could trap a person in their skin. I leaned over the toilet and started to do what I had to, hands gripping the sides of the porcelain, eyes shut tight. Just as I started to groggily stand back up, a creak sounded from behind me. I turned around, my stomach falling. There, in the doorway was James. His face screwed up in a mixed expression of. He didn't say anything at first, he just stared, he couldn't believe what he'd just walked in on.

My heart raced in my chest, and I could feel the tingle of heat rise to my cheeks. "James… I, I didn't mean—"

He shook his head and stepped into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him. "Babe, what are you doing?" His voice was soft, without any trace of anger or disgust, as I'd feared it might be. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I tried to look away, but he tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"I-" My voice came out hoarse; the words seemed to catch in my throat. "I don't know. I just... sometimes I just can't control it... I don't wanna be fat..."

James exhaled deeply, his fingers warm against my skin. "You don't have to do this. You don't need to hurt yourself like this... and you aren't fat." His voice was steady but with a slight crack, it sounded like he was trying not to break down right there in front of me.

Immediately, my eyes welled up with tears, blurring my vision. "I just… I feel like I have to. It's like… no matter what I do, I'm not enough. Not good enough. Not thin enough. Not… I don't know." I wiped at my face, embarrassed to be breaking down like this.

James hugged me tight, holding me close. He didn't let go when, ashamed and embarrassed, I squirmed and tried to pull away. Instead, he drew me closer still, his gentle circular motions on my back soothing me all the more. "Hey, listen," he whispered. "You're enough. You are so much more than enough. You don't have to do this to yourself. Not for me, not for anyone."

We stood in the bathroom for what felt like forever, him just holding me as I cried into his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat.

After a while, he leaned back, his hands still on my shoulders. "Have you been doing this... a lot?" he asked softly.

I nodded, my head hung in shame. "Yeah..." My voice was barely above a whisper. I didn't want him to know, yet at the same time, it felt like a weight had been lifted just by saying it aloud.

He nodded, his eyes off mine for a moment before he refocused on mine. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrugged, swallowing hard. "I didn't want you to think I was weak or… crazy."

"Hey, hey," he said, the tone firm. "You're not weak. And you're definitely not crazy. But we're gonna get through this together, okay?" His eyes softened into a warmth that I hadn't felt in so long. I nodded, something small flaring to life in my chest.

After that night, James was by my side every step through recovery. He would leave little notes around the apartment reminding me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me. He'd take me out on walks in the city, not to burn calories or anything, just to feel alive, to remember that the world was bigger than the darkness inside my head.

There were days it just seemed impossible. Days when the voice in my head was louder than his reassurances, and I'd find that old urge crawling back. But every time, James was there. Sometimes with a hug, sometimes with a distraction, and sometimes just with silence beside me, making sure that he wasn't going to go anywhere.

He helped me to view food as other than just calories or numbers on the scale. We would cook together, laugh together, making a mess of the kitchen, flour everywhere and dishes piling up in the sink. He would make me his pancakes on lazy sunday mornings, and though that voice in my head still nagged, it started to fade, little by little.

Slowly but surely, I taught myself to trust again. Not because I was just ready to trust, but because I had learned that I didn't have to be perfect to love, or to be loved, and that I didn't need to punish myself to feel in control. And every time I doubted that, every time that old fear began to creep in, I would look at James, at the way he looked at me, and it was a reminder that I was enough.

It wasn't easy, and I knew that days of roughness would lay ahead. But having James at my side made me feel capable of handling them. That somehow, I was strong enough to press on-to keep fighting for me, for us.

That for now, was enough.

[haesunflower]

what zb1 calls their s/o (and what you call them)

genre: fluff

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: nicknames/petnames i think zb1 would use on a significant other and vise versa

suggestive for jiwoong only (afab), in gunwook there's the use of the word 'girlfriend', this is short lol, just brain rot, literally not requested i just think it's cute

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

100% babe

can see him saying it at the start and end of every sentence

"babe, have you eaten yet?" or "we're running late let's go babe"

you also call him babe

one time you called him oppa because you thought he'd like it

oh he liked liked it

so you only use that on ~ special occasions ~

his phone contact for you: babe (photo is him squishing your cheeks)

your phone contact for him: babe (photo is one of the thirst traps he sends you...lol)

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

baobei

if you don't know what this means, it's basically the chinese equivalent of baby / aegi / babe / jagi (in a romantic way)

he definitely called you that a lot when you first started dating

eventually you were like btw hao what does that mean -_-

and he just laughs and explains it to you because he's wondering why you didn't ask sooner

you think it's so cute

you call him baobei back

the nickname has evolved to haobei (as in hao)

his phone contact for you: baobei (photo is you sleeping)

your phone contact for him: haobei (photo is him holding a little steamed bun next to his face)

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

his favorite one to use on you is "love"

like "let me get that for you, love"

but when you first started dating he used everything

cutie, baby, sunshine, precious, darling (you name it, he's tried it)

but "love" really stuck

you call him a lot of those nicknames too

but your favorite is his response to being called handsome

whenever you say "hi, handsome" he blushes like mad crazy

100% of the time he responds with "you look beautiful today, love"

now you're blushing

his phone contact for you: y/n my love (photo is the prettiest picture of you)

your phone contact for him: my heart (photo is the prettiest picture of him)

btw you guys took each others' photos

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

you called each other bae ironically (you know...as a joke), then you both kinda just got used to it

literally "bae wya? wyd today?" typa texts

sometimes he'd use babe but that's so rare

most of the time he really just calls you by your name

if your name is more than 2 syllables, he calls you by whatever the first syllable is

similarly, you call him matt because saying "matthew" is too long

some members also started calling him matt because of you

when you're mad at him and start yelling matthew he goes

"who's matthew, this is woohyun" (in korean)

his phone contact for you: bae (photo is an ugly face of yours)

your phone contact for him: matt ☀︎♡ (photo is also an ugly face of his)

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

darling, 100% he calls you darling

sometimes he calls you angel

in a singsongy voice you're often calling him "taerae -yaaaa"

he thinks it's soooo cute, he gets all bubbly when you call him that

but other than that you don't really have a set nickname for him and you change it up to keep him guessing

one day you're like "hello to my stars, moon, and sky!!"

other days you're like "hi sweetie i missed you!"

but you're also "what's up loser what are we eating for dinner today"

like i said, you keep him guessing

his phone contact for you: darling angel baby (photo is a candid he took of you laughing)

when you saw the contact name for the first time you made fun of him

but he literally made this face 😏 when he remembered what yours was

the said phone contact: husband (photo is him in pajamas you bought him)

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

he calls you baby

he thinks it's so smooth

"hey baby"

lowkey you melt every time

but you rarely use nicknames on him

when you do it's because you need him to do something for you

"hi loml"

"what do you want? -_- "

"can we do this tiktok together? •ᴗ• hehe"

you usually just call him baby as well when you wanna get his attention

his phone contact for you: baby (photo is you pouting)

your phone contact for him: boss baby (photo is him bleaching his hair blonde in your bathroom)

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

you call each other cutie!!

"hi cutie, are you free today?"

you often get into "fights" where you argue who the cutest person on the planet is

when you're around other people tho you both get so shy

and then you revert back to your government names 🫡

you overhead him call you "his everything" once to gunwook and yujin

yujin would not stop laughing while gunwook was just like awww

his phone contact for you: #1 cutie (photo is the selfie you sent him for goodluck)

your phone contact for him: favorite cutie (photo is him mid bite into his burger)

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

gunwook 100% has a thing with possession

he's always saying stuff like "you're mine!"

and you're always like "yes baby boy, i'm yours"

it doesn't even matter if you're older or younger

you WILL be calling him baby boy because he likes it

he's so proud of you too when he tells stories to his friends he starts with "y/n, MY girlfriend"

and everyone responds with "yes gunwook, we know who your girlfriend is"

his phone contact for you: mine 😈❤️ (photo is the both of you holding hands)

your phone contact for him: my gunwookie (you guys have matching photos)

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

he calls you noona

joke, he doesn't

you're the same age he just says it as a joke because he knows it annoys you

you really just call each other by your names 😎

ain't nothing wrong with that

when you wanna be cute tho you guys add "ah" and "iee" at the end

"hi yujinie can we watch a movie today?" or "y/n ah let's go to the park today"

his phone contact for you: y/n ❤️ (photo is mirror selfie with the both of you in school uniforms)

your phone contact for him: yujin ❤️ (photo is the same but selfie version)

A/N: brain.rot.

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[wheels-of-despair]

Closer Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: It's been a long day, and Billy just wants to be close to you. Contains: Sweet Billy, so much cuddling, maybesomecockwarming. Words: 1k Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

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You smiled, closed your book, and set it on the nightstand when you heard Billy trying to sneak in the front door. A few seconds later, he stepped into view. He looked exhausted.

"Are you okay?" you ask, wondering if he'd make it into bed with you before he dropped.

Billy heaves a sigh and starts undressing without a word. He throws his dirty clothes toward the hamper, misses, and approaches the foot of the bed in his boxers. He crawls up over you and collapses when his head reaches his favorite pillow: your chest.

You wrap your arms around him and kiss the top of his head.

"You okay?" you ask again, softer this time.

"Mhm."

"Have you eaten?"

"Mhm."

"You wanna tell me about it?"

"Uh-uh."

"Okay. Can I do anything for you?"

"Hold me," he mumbles into your chest.

"You got it, babe." You give him a squeeze, then move a hand to his hair and start stroking it, just how he likes. He lets out a happy sigh and nuzzles into you.

You hold him close and play with his hair until you feel the tension leave his body, then close your eyes. You'd stay right here, just like this, with him forever if you could.

You begin drifting off to thoughts of sleeping in tomorrow and maybe making pancakes for breakfast, if you happen to get out of bed before noon. You open your sleepy eyes when you feel him stir. He lifts himself off of you and shifts to the side, so his weight is on his hip on the bed, but his head remains on your chest.

You angle yourself toward him, chasing his warmth and softness, not willing to let him go yet. He wraps an arm around your back and pulls you closer, slotting his leg between yours.

"This okay?" he asks, stifling a yawn.

"Mhm," you hum into his hair. You close your eyes, ready to fall asleep again… and he starts burrowing his face between your breasts.

"What are you doing?" you chuckle.

"Jus' wanna be closer to you," he mumbles into your t-shirt. "If I could live in you, I would."

You smile and let out half a laugh at this, but Billy tenses.

"I'm sorry, that was creepy, I don't know why I said that, I'm so sorry," he rambles. You can feel his face burning through your shirt.

"It's okay," you say softly with a kiss to his head.

"I shouldn't have--"

"Billy, it's okay," you repeat, holding him tighter. "I understand."

"I'm sorry," he mumbles again, more muffled than before.

You kiss the top of his head again, and get an idea.

"What if we could?"

"Could what?" He's twisted his neck for air; your question seems to have distracted him from his shame.

"Be closer."

A beat.

"How?" he asks.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." You loosen your hold.

"Then you should kiss me."

He looks up with a twinkle in his eye, then lurches forward to meet your mouth. He starts off slow and cautious, still not sure what you're planning, but forgets to be suspicious when the kiss deepens. Your hand cups the back of his head to bring him closer, and you feel him melt into you. The kiss is soft and sweet and wonderful, just like he is. It's so easy to get lost in him, you nearly forget your endgame… until he changes his angle and you feel how hard he is.

You break the kiss, and almost dive back in when you see how disappointed he looks. Instead, you pull your shirt over your head. His disappointment quickly disappears.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too," he responds with a lopsided smile, dazed from either the affection or the exhaustion. You flash him a grin, then lift your hips, reach down, and begin shimmying out of your panties. Billy quickly takes over, sliding them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder. His boxers soon follow. Now there's just you, and Billy, and the love you have for each other.

You come up for a quick kiss, then begin maneuvering yourself beneath him. He catches on quickly, and settles in between your legs. You lift a hand and cup the side of his face, stroking his stubble with your thumb. He twitches against your thigh and looks at you bashfully, like you hadn't done this hundreds of times before.

"It's okay, baby," you whisper. That's all it takes. He reaches down and guides his head through your folds, never breaking eye contact as he coats himself in your slick. When he feels you rock against him, he bites his lip. After another nod of encouragement, he looks down, lines himself up with your entrance, and sinks into you slowly. You close your eyes and let him fill you, digging your fingers into his back with the quietest of moans. When you've taken him to the hilt, he leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

Billy always does this when you're going for soft and slow, like he just needs a minute to let it sink in that this is really happening. Or maybe he's letting you adjust to his size. Whatever his reason, you wouldn't trade this quiet little moment of intimacy for anything in the world.

And tonight, this is your endgame.

You wrap a leg around him, holding him in place. He looks up.

"What are you--"

You press a finger to his lips. "Just like this, baby." His eyebrows furrow, and you move your hand to cup his cheek. "This is as close as it gets." Realization dawns on his face, and he smiles. God, that smile can brighten up even the gloomiest of days.

"Are you sure?" You nod. He leans in for another soft kiss, and then - as slowly and gently as he can - gets comfortable on top of you.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

"Absolutely," you answer, rubbing up and down his back with one hand and stroking his hair with the other.

"I'm not too heavy?"

"Not at all."

"Tell me when you want me to move?"

"Never," you whisper, feeling more complete than ever before.

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 51

A couple days had passed and Jessie and Rafe were finally making it back to OBX. Both of them were in an argument about who was more excited to see Charlotte. Both of them thought they won.

The last couple of days were spent laughing, hiking, lounging, shopping, eating, and every fun thing in between. After Rafe and Jessie's heart to heart the first morning they were there, it was decided then on what they would and would not do. Even though a small part of Jessie wanted to continue to get a little wild just for fun, she listened to Rafe and tried to take their trip as an opportunity to really heal instead of continuing to put a bandaid over a bullet hole. Rafe was glad she decided to do so, for his daughter, but also because he of course was terrified that he was going to slip back into his old ways. If he was completely honest, he felt terrible for giving in that night, and was fighting his own demons in his head about that. But he had to convince himself just like he did Jessie... they're moving forward, together.

"Who do you think she's gonna run up to first?" Jessie asked with a stupid grin on her face as she lay piled up in the passenger seat of Rafe's truck. They were only a few minutes out and if Jessie's nonstop yapping about coming home wasn't enough to show her excitement, that question sure was. Rafe just laughed and kept looking at the road, trying not to show the clear annoyance he had with her questions. He knew she was excited, and he was too... but damn.

"I don't know babe." Rafe answered plainly through a half smile. Jessie disregarded his dismissiveness and looked out the window with a smile.

"I can't wait to see her." Jessie replied, still looking at the country road and the trees passing by in a blur. Jessie then realized that Rafe was going pretty fast, maybe he really was just as anxious to get home as she was.

"I know." Rafe joked as he looked over at Jessie for a fleeting moment. Jessie then could tell that she probably needed to shut up. Although she stopped talking, Rafe couldn't help but notice her uncontrollable fidgeting from excitement. He loved when she got giddy, it was few and far between for the girl that centered her life around being calm cool and collected.

Rafe put a little more pressure on the gas as he set his strong hand over Jessie's twitching leg. He hoped it would calm her down, and of course it did. The truth is, Rafe was just as ready to be home as Jessie was. However, his anxiousness stemmed less from excitement and more of needing to know that his daughter was okay. He wondered if she cried herself to sleep while they were gone because her mommy and daddy weren't there. He wondered if JJ let her get hurt. He wondered if JJ kissed her booboos like her parents always did when she scrapped her knee or bumped her head. He wondered if she had eaten well. He wondered if the Pogues kept her entertained. He just had to know she was happy and healthy more than anything.

The couple finally pulled into the driveway of the Chateau. Before Rafe could throw the truck in park Jessie was already unbuckled. They must have heard Rafe's truck pull in the driveway because he wasn't even half way there yet and he could see the porch door swing open and clash against the side of the house with fury as he watched his toddler come barreling out. God, how did she look older already? He hadn't been a dad for long, yet he felt like every day he wasn't with her was a day she had grown up so much and he had missed it. Every time he blinked it seemed like he'd open his eyes and she'd be even less little.

Rafe finally put the truck in park and Jessie flew out of the passenger side and ran across the yard to her daughter. Rafe was honestly surprised she even waited until he stopped. Nonetheless, he laughed at his excited wife as he stepped out of the truck himself to hear one of his favorite voices.

"MOMMYYYYYYYY!" Charley screamed from the top of her lungs with excitement. He heard both of his girls laugh as Jessie reached down to accept the impending hug, which quickly turned into a football tackle. Jessie withstood the blow as she stood up and spun her daughter around.

"Charleeeeeyyyyy!" Jessie replied in the same excited manner. As Rafe was walking over to his girls he noticed JJ sauntering out of the Chat with something suspicious between his lips. Before he could say anything, he was met with the voice that was sure enough to distract him.

"Daddyyyy!" Charley yelled as she ran away from her mother and over to her father. Rafe immediately peeled his eyes away from his brother in law and looked down to open his arms and wait for Charley to fall right in them so he could scoop her up. That's exactly what happened. Rafe tossed his beloved daughter in the air as she screamed.

"How's my little girl doing?" Rafe asked as he set the child comfortably on his hip. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and squeezed tightly as if she was gonna lose him. Rafe simply melted into the embrace and brought his other arm around to rub her back as he laid his head on top of hers.

"Goooood." Charley replied with her face buried bashfully in her daddy's chest.

"I'm glad princess." Rafe simply responded. By this point the two of them were walking up towards the Chat, but before they could even make it to the stairs Jessie was quick to point out the obvious with a smirk on her face.

"Whatcha got there big boy?" Jessie asked as she put two fingers up to her lips in mockery. JJ looked tired- no, straight up defeated- as he blew the cloud of smoke and gave his sister a look that said save it.

"I told you she made me wanna smoke." JJ simply replied with a slouched posture as he kicked himself up against the wooden post.

"Yeah well next time..." Jessie said as she walked up the steps. She met her brother at the top with her signature smirk as she took the joint from his lips and stuck it in her mouth, allowing her tongue to roll the blunt back as she put out the end of it with the roof her mouth, no hands needed. "Wait to smoke when we get home and you're officially off duty from watching my kid." Jessie sassed as she took the weed out of her mouth and threw it in the yard. JJ watched the wrapper fly into their withered flowerbeds and looked back at Jessie with a pissed off expression.

"First of all, your little party trick is lame, and second of all, I didn't light that bitch till I saw yall pull in the drive way... and you should consider yourself lucky I waited till then." JJ corrected his sister but to no avail. Jessie simply scoffed and shook her head as she walked inside with Rafe following close behind.

Rafe simply pursed his lips and widened his eyes as he passed by JJ, but not before giving him a few pats on the back as if to silently confirm that he lost the argument.

"Hey, at least you got some while you were gone." JJ retorted as he looked back at Rafe, to which he just responded with a laugh and shake of his head as he walked in the house. JJ followed closely behind.

"Where's Wheezie?" Rafe asked as he set Charley down in the living room. Jessie was already in the floor ready to play with her daughter as she started messing with the dolls in front of her. Rafe looked back up and put his hands in his pockets to find that JJ had disappeared into the dark hallway. Rafe wondered where he went and furrowed his brows as he looked back over at Jessie for an explanation. Jessie didn't respond, instead she gave her husband a knowing look.

Sure enough, just a few moments later, footsteps could be heard and Rafe could see the flicker of a flame coming closer and closer, eventually revealing JJ with a joint stuck between his lips once again. He blew out the cloud of smoke in the general vacinity of the living room, intentionally looking at Jessie as he did it as if to say I got more.

Rafe quickly countered the motion by waving his hand deliberately through the cloud of smoke he just puffed in the direction of his girls, not daring to miss the opportunity of a death glare as well. JJ was pulled out of his menacing state and looked over at Rafe and remembered he had asked him a question.

"She's with Sarah and John B, they went fishing."

"How's she holding up." Jessie asked, still playing with the dolls on the floor.

"Eh, kids are resilient." JJ waved her question off as he stuck the joint back in his mouth again.

"That's not what I asked." Jessie sassed. She could tell Rafe wasn't particularly fond of his answer either, as he just stuck his hands back in his pockets and visibly tensed out of frustration. Jessie was already ready to be alone with Rafe again, simply for the fact that they were once again thrown into a heaping pile of shit the second they came home. They expected as much, but no amount of expectation can prepare for the real shit show. JJ rolled his eyes and formulated an actual answer.

"She was mopey of course, but, she's coming around. Sarah's helping a lot." JJ responded. Rafe still didn't take his word for it, and Jessie could see that. The truth is, Rafe just wanted to see her for himself.

"When will they be back?" Rafe asked with a sigh, clearly not in the mood to mince words.

"Probably when they've caught our dinner." JJ only half joked. Jessie was quick to pick up on it though.

"You're... out of food?" Jessie asked with a tinge of worry and mostly judgement in her voice.

"For the most part yeah."

"What did you feed my kid?" Rafe was quick to beat Jessie to that question, his concern and judgement clear across his face.

"Dude, who do you think ate it all?" JJ said defensively as he gestured his hands over towards the toddler. Both Jessie and Rafe laughed a little after his outburst, realizing that he had a point and he probably wasn't used to having enough food in the house to keep a small child alive and thriving. "Do you really think I would let that girl starve?" JJ asked slightly annoyed. Rafe just gave Jessie a look that said yes I do.

"No, we don't, JJ." Jessie interjected despite her husband's face showing more than doubt. "We just worry about her is all. It's our job to protect her."

"Yeah, yeah, noise noise. Hey, look! There they are!" JJ dismissed his sister as he pointed out towards the marsh.

- - -

It was now dinner time and Pope and Kiara had now joined the party. They were all sitting out by the fire comfortably eating their freshly caught fish, even Charley didn't mind what her mother was feeding her, although Jessie knew she would eat just about anything smothered in ketchup. The dining room table in the Chateau simply wasn't big enough for everyone that night, so they opted to eat under the stars surrounded by the cool night air. None of them minded, of course. The fire was oddly quiet, all that could be heard was the clanging of forks on plates. Nobody seemed to have much to say after they all finished catching up from Jessie and Rafe's little getaway. They all seemed to sit their awkwardly, as if they didn't know what to talk about next, other than the obvious questions of what now?

Jessie and Rafe being the adults in the situation expected as much though, and they'd be lying if they said they weren't prepared to break the ice when they got back and have the tough conversations. They were willing to bet that none of the pogues were brave enough just yet to make any decisions regarding where to go and what to do with the cross. Luckily, Rafe and Jessie had spent a little time planning while they were away. They knew that even though they didn't want to discuss this anymore than the rest of them, that they were going to need a plan, and soon. Every day they were there was another day they were exposed. The pogues knew this too, but with a distraught Wheezie thrown in the mix they all seemed to have a newfound reverence for the situation. It wasn't like they just had themselves to worry about anymore. Jessie and Rafe now knew the feeling well of having to base your decision on what's best for someone else-- someone much more vulnerable to your opinions and decisions.

The couple just continued to look around and read the room, occasionally stealing glances at the other and silently saying you go first. The two of them played this game almost all through dinner, but eventually Jessie of course got tired of the waiting and decided to finally just say what needed to be said, which didn't come as a surprise to anyone.

"So..." Jessie began as she cleared her throat and looked around the circle. "Have you guys talked about where we should go? Because we can't stay here." She said plainly as she searched everyone's face for answers. This was a moment that proved that despite this group growing through so much, they still felt and acted like teens sometimes, as they clearly were taken aback by her question. Jessie knew a thing or two about having to be the adult even when she didn't want to be, and this was no different. Finally Wheezie spoke up.

"W-What do you mean we can't stay here?" The tween asked as she looked at Jessie with concern. Rafe noticed it immediately and interrupted before Jessie could give one of her signature blunt speeches.

"Wheez..." Rafe started as he cleared his throat and looked her way with sincere empathy, "We definitely can't stay here, it's not safe for you when all of Kildare thinks you're dead."

"Yeah, and we've still got the cross to think about." Pope interjected. Jessie visibly tried not to roll her eyes at Pope once again bringing that damn treasure into the conversation. She took a deep breath to stop herself from speaking before thinking.

"Yes... we do." Rafe interjected before his wife could speak, knowing that was best. He looked back at Wheezie. "But Wheez, you can't stay here."

The Pogues didn't interrupt, they knew he was right. Wheezie knew he was right too, but she still couldn't quite wrap her head around it.

"Well... w-where am I gonna go?" Wheezie asked with a concerned look towards her older brother. Rafe still met her gaze with so much sympathy. As much as he hated his father, he knew now what it meant to Ward to keep his daughters safe. He couldn't help but take that responsibility on himself now.

"Yukatan!" JJ piped up as he stuck his finger in the air as if he just had an epiphany. Everyone couldn't help but hang their heads and laugh a little, Rafe included.

"Well," Jessie spoke up. "That's actually what Rafe and I wanted to talk to you guys about... we think somewhere out of the country is best... we think it's necessary." She explained with hope in her tone. The Pogues looked around at each other, thinking it wasn't the worst idea.

"T-this is crazy, w-what am I gonna do about school and and and my friends and-"

"Wheezie," Sarah interrupted with a calm demeanor as she put her hand on her sisters knee. "You'll be okay, trust me... this is hard, but, not as hard as it would be trying to get your life back on track here."

"Yeah, wheeze, you'd be a spectacle here, and everything would just be stirred back up and... we don't need anymore trouble." Rafe explained. He could see the gears turning in Wheezie's head. "Look... I know this is hard but... I need you to think like an adult right now okay-"

"I don't wanna think like an adult!" Wheezie cut her brother off with a thunderous voice as she stood up from her seat. "You wanna tell me to act like an adult but you don't want to treat me like one! Nobody has even asked me what I wanna do!"

Before Rafe could say anything else he watched as his little sister stormed off into the house grumbling under her breath. Everyone looked around, not quite sure what to say. Jessie, however, knew exactly what to do. She could see Rafe grow frustrated as he inhaled a sharp breath, put his hands on his knees and got up from his seat, undoubtedly to go talk some sense into his little sister. Jessie intervened immediately, meeting his actions with the same motion.

"Let me." Jessie pleaded as she looked at Rafe from across the fire. He looked at her with doubt.

"Jessie, no, you shouldn't-"

"Trust me." Jessie begged as she held her hands up to Rafe's chest, trying to get him to stop resisting. He simply exhaled the breath he was holding and listened to his wife. He wasn't quite sure what she was going to say, but he figured with how good she was with words, she could get her to come around.

Jessie gave her husband a look of sincere gratefulness as he stood down. Rafe returned back to his seat and summoned Charley over with her food to help her continue eating. With that, Jessie turned around and went up to the Chat.

As Jessie walked up the gravel she could hear the distant chatters and clanging of forks once more. She knew they were talking about Wheezie and probably trying to figure out what to do, but she had it all under control.

Jessie walked into the screened in porch and opened the front door, now easing into the living room to find a distressed teenager sitting on the sofa staring into nothing. Been there don't that Jessie thought. She propped herself up on the entry way and knocked slightly. Wheezie's head shot up as she realized she wasn't alone. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"God, can you not sneak up on me like that?" Wheezie sneered. Jessie just chuckled, folding her arms across her chest, seeming to ignore her request.

"I've been sneaking for a long long time, Wheez... it's what's kept me alive... and it's what's gonna keep you alive too."

Wheezie just scoffed and shook her head at the statement. Jessie decided to keep going with her speech.

"But look..." Jessie began as she kicked herself off the wall and walked over to her sister in law. "It's just you and me here, and I'm gonna treat you like an adult." Jessie took a seat next to Wheezie. "You haven't been treated like an adult by your siblings because you really haven't had to be one yet. Your brother and sister probably saw you as the annoying little sibling that just wanted be grown up like them... but it's not as fun as you think. This world is filled with tough choices and plenty of times where you have to think about people other than yourself. This is one of those times." Jessie could see Wheezie taking the words in and truly processing them. "And trust me... I get it... it's hard being forced to grow up. I know that better than any of those guys out there. You and I... we've got a lot in common, Wheeze. But the one thing you have that I didn't when I was your age is siblings that love you enough to always do what's best for you. We're not gonna let anything happen to you, but you gotta trust us."

"How do you know what's best for me? You just got back after leaving my brother for years! You made him into a monster!"

Jessie didn't take those words to heart, she knew the look in Wheezie's eyes was one of pure hurt. Jessie just cocked her head and looked around the room. Wheezie couldn't decide if she regretted those words or not. Without another word said, Jessie simply got up from the couch, and walked down the hall to grab something from her room. Wheezie heard Jessie's combat boots stomping back into the living room with a black leather jacket in her hand. Jessie stood in front of Wheezie on the other side of the coffee table and threw the jacket down in front of her where she could see the emblem clearly on the back of her jacket.

"That jacket..." Jessie said with a seriousness in her voice as she pointed down to it and cocked her hip slightly. "Is proof that I make the tough choice in order to do what's best for others. That jacket, Wheezie, is proof that I grew up a lot damn faster than I ever wanted to. And your dad was a piece of shit just like mine, and let me tell you something..." Jessie said in an eerily hushed tone as she got eye level with the girl in front of her. "The only difference between me and you is that you're not ready to admit it."

Jessie saw once again the fear behind Wheezie's eyes as she drank in every last word.

"You want to be treated like an adult? Consider it done. I don't envy the war going on in your head right now... it's the same war that I had in mine for way too long. But one day... life gets so complicated that you just don't care... and you do what you gotta do to stay alive and to keep the people you love safe. You do things like signing your life away to a gang or moving to a third world country and convincing everyone you're dead... such is life, Wheeze. You wanna be treated like an adult? Act like one."

Jessie took her jacket off the table and slipped it onto her body. Wheezie took notice how it fit her like a second skin, clearly worn almost every day to mold to her so well. She could tell that Jessie didn't say those things to intimidate her, but to encourage her. She trusted Jessie when she said she understood. Wheezie simply took a deep breath, licked her lips and looked up at the woman in front of her with a fierceness.

"Yukatan?" Wheezie asked. Jessie smiled and nodded.

"Yukatan."

[jingerhead]

JINGER BABES!!! Hi hello hi, you know what I'm gonna ask about!!

Ahem

DND OCS

ATLA AU

MAGIC PEGASUS AU

I need these like I need air thank you.

Omg pint babe I would love love love to tell you about these!!!!! Buckle up for a very long post haha!

Play the WIP game with me here!

DND Ocs

Omg so I have been DYING to tell someone about them in detail cause the campaign I've been playing is with some of my closest friends and unfortunatly I can't tell them ANYTHING 'cause we aren't done yet. So, let me tell you about Themong and Chairion.

They're both tieflings (I commissioned @fortheloveofexy to draw them and they turned out amazing ;-;) that were raised together in a cult worshiping the goddess of necromancy. At eleven years old, Themong discovered his unique ability to directly communicate with said goddess, and as a result he was forced into a leadership position from that moment on. He grew up with far too much responsibility on his shoulders and with the mindset that his goddess' word was law and that he should always listen to her first and foremost. Despite his new role, he and Chairion remained very close, and Chairion was the only one that didn't treat Themong like royalty. They were simply friends despite everything.

Tragedy struck the kingdom they lived in when it became engulfed in a war. In desperation, the queen of the kingdom reached out to the cult powerful in necromancy magic for assistance. The final decision was left to Themong, as it always was, and he turned to his goddess for help. However, for the first time in his life she told him this was a choice that he had to make alone, and he was lost, only thinking about the fact that if he agreed he could loose his friend. As a result, he decided to do nothing. The war was quick, and within a day the cult was destroyed by soldiers from the warring kingdom, resulting in everyone scattering and becoming separated.

Feeling tremendous guilt, the only reason Themong survived was because of Chairion. They wandered the destroyed kingdom they once called home for years, alone and separated from everyone else. As the years passed, they slowly went from simply friends to something more, developing a physical relationship that never went further. In the end, on one random night, Chairion approached Themong to admit to him that he'd completely lost the faith he'd grown up with. They have an argument that night that resulted in a destroyed friendship and them going their separate ways, meeting each other only one other time to fight to the death that they both give up.

And thus far, they haven't met in the campaign again yet but Chairion's presence has been heavily hinted at and I'm just waiting for it. I'm in the process of completely writing out their backstory because I'm obsessed with it lmao. Thank you for asking Pint and I'm sorry this was so long haha!

ATLA AU

SO I've gotten so into ATLA again and couldn't help but make my own au. Here's a snidbit I wrote ages ago for it:

"So," Matt began. Neil already knew what was coming, but he wished that people would be blunt about it like Wymack had been, or simply wouldn't ask at all. "You're a refugee," Matt continued.

"Mmhm," Neil hummed, pretending to be busy shoving another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

"And you're from the Earth Kingdom?"

Neil nodded, taking his sweet time finishing up the food he'd eaten, and waited for Matt to ask what everyone in the room wanted to know. He exchanged looks with Dan once, then hesitated for too long, prompting Allison to huff and spit it out. "What happened to you?"

"Colony village got erased," Neil explained with a shrug. "Nothing special."

Thankfully, nobody in the group seemed shocked or gave Neil a pitying look like others he'd run into had. There were some small parts of the world that managed to go untouched by the war, blissfully unaware that the slightest opposition could mean absolute destruction. Then again, everyone here had to have experienced exactly that, or they wouldn't be a Fox.

"And the scar?"

The only reason Neil tensed was because it was Andrew who asked the question. He slowly turned his head to face Andrew, feeling himself frown despite himself. Though he looked as though he was lounging against a nearby rock, both of Andrew's feet were firmly placed in the ground as though he couldn't keep himself from already taking a fighting stance. It made goosebumps flare up on Neil's skin and a chill go down his spine, but he wasn't sure why. 

"Ran into a Fire Nation Commander," Neil managed to get out once he remembered how to move his tongue.

The answer was good enough for everyone else judging by the subtle gasps Neil heard, but he didn't break eye contact from Andrew, whose head tilted so minutely that nobody else had to have seen it. But Neil did, and now he could feel adrenaline running through his veins, the familiar feeling of running trying to move his body.

But Neil couldn't run. He'd come here to stop doing that, after all.

Later, when dinner was finished and everyone began heading to their rooms for the night, Neil found himself cornered against his door by Andrew. He wasn't surprised. "Do you have any idea how easy it would be to sink you into the ground and leave you there?" Andrew asked.

"Yes," Neil said. He fumbled when he felt his feet sink into the stone he was standing on, arms flying to his sides to keep balanced.

"Lie after lie after lie," Andrew tutted, tapping one foot on the ground and causing Neil to slip further down, until the two were at eye-level. "Your sob story won't work on everyone, Neil."

"It was the truth."

"Pieces of it were," Andrew agreed. "Nobody here will care who you really are so long as you're not a spy."

Neil sucked in a breath and had to hold it so as to not let the fire roaring in his body escape. He knew that had to be what Andrew wanted to happen, and the one thing stalling the panic growing inside him was the fact that Andrew wouldn't be able to get away with killing him. "I'm not a spy," Neil said, looking Andrew in the eyes as he did so. They were hazel, but a trick of the lightmade them glow gold momentarily, almost like a Fire-Bender's would.

After a second, Andrew blinked and Neil found himself suddenly standing on solid ground again, slightly disorienting him for a minute. Andrew began to slowly walk around him, still staring. "I can feel vibrations in the earth," he explained as he went. "I can feel where everyone in the Foxhole Court is. I can feel every breath you take. I can even feel every beat your heart makes."

Neil stiffened. He wasn't sure if Andrew was lying to scare him or not, because he'd never heard of an Earth-Bender capable of that, but he couldn't take the risk. The Earth Kingdom had always been the Fire Nation's greatest opponent because of benders like Andrew, after all.

"Your heartbeat quickens when you lie," Andrew said, finally walking away. "Make sure to consider that the next time you open your mouth."

When he was finally gone, Neil let out the breath he'd held and saw a tiny puff of smoke. He managed to move after another moment, walking into his room and leaning against the closed door, thoughts consumed by the fact that Andrew only let him live because he hadn't been lying about being a spy. Then again, the truth was more complicated than he'd ever know.

Magic of Pegasus AU

It's exactly what it sounds like. Ever watched Barbie: the magic of Pegasus? Yeah so I thought it would be funny if Aaron was cursed to be a Pegasus, and then it spiraled from there with Andrew seeking revenge on Riko and with finding a way to turn his brother back, becoming so consumed by it that Aaron leaves and Andrew's memories of him get erased until Riko suddenly returns a year later. Also, I thought Neil would perfectly fit Aiden's personality. I haven't actually written anything for it yet but this is a completely self indulgent fic I wanna do haha.

[addicted-to-adderall]

Stiles' mouth dropped open and he fell forward, catching himself on Tae's lap. Stupefied for a moment he just stared at him, mouth gaping. "Really? Like...a real whip?" He wheezed. Scrambling out of Tae's lap he flailed. "OH MY GOD! Bodacious leather clad babe with a WHIP!" It was just too much for him and he felt like he might just spontaneously combust there on the spot. "I've GOT to tell Scott! Stiles narrowed his eyes at him, intent on listening to every word. Which was actually really hard for him. Really hard. "Dude!" He gave Tae a look like he wasn't quite sure he should believe him or not. "Like...how many nephilim are here in Chicago? We didn't have nephilim in Beacon Hills. And there were only three members in the pack. Which was really kind of lame if you think about it. Only three?" The wink flustered him though, and he flailed so hard he nearly toppled over again.

Stiles shrugged a little, only half-way paying attention as he continued his exploration. His eyes caught sight of his shirt and his mind briefly slipped into the gutter as he wondered how many runes could be under there and what he'd have to say to be able to see them. "Oh.." He finally looked back up at him. "I uh...you know....I read a lot. I started to study about the supernatural when Scott got bit and eventually I ended up on the nephilim and just kind of stayed there. You know? Cuz like....they are hot." He nodded emphatically at him when he commented on the shifters. "Oh yeah. Most of them can. Especially if they have a really good alpha who can teach them. But usually its easier with the full-moon. But sometimes it just like spontaneously happens. Like there's this dude...he's a mouse shifter. And he just kinda shifts when he sneezes. It's actually like really cute and I have no idea why none of the others have eaten him yet." He finally took a breath, gasping in a lot of air when he did. "Scott can shift whenever he wants to. He just has to like really think about it. Or when he gets really mad. It's way easier when he's mad." Now, the hybrid comment sent him back into a flailing fit. "HYBRIDS! Like for real?" He squeaked. "Can I meet one? Will you introduce me? Dude...DUDE are they hot? Like...vampire hot...or like shifter hot? Because those are totally different types of hot!" The question made him deflate a bit and fall back onto his rump on the floor. "Oh!"That's had, he had asked his name, hadn't he? Stiles forgot. "It's Mieczysław." He said, "My name. But everyone calls me Stiles. Because do you know how many people can actually say Mieczysław? Not many."

Tae couldn't help but laugh at the way the younger man described things. He found him amusing and actually liked talking to him. "Well I don't have a whip but I believe one of the ladies at the Institute does, Isabelle I believe. She just got there." He smiles "I specializes in blades and throwing knives, my Parabatai is an archer. We normally patrol in pairs and go on raids in pairs but we could take on a whole pack solo if we are trained well enough. I think I have met the one from New York, I believe he's here now." Tae chuckles. "So I suppose you're right about your friend being wrong about us." He winks.

Tae enjoyed the way that the younger man seemed to trace and name all of his runes. "You've been studying. I think you'd probably be an Ace at the academy." He smiles as the other continued to trace his runes. It was oddly therapeutic. He had never had anyone but Jia touch his runes before, it was kind of nice. "I've heard some shifters can shift at will without the moon. We have hybrids here in Chicago that are half vampire." He says "So Mr. Mundie is a pack boy that knows his angelic runes and is still human despite not being immune to bites. Is there anything else I don't know about you besides your name, Red?" He grins.

[kopikokun]

i miss zen from mysmes so so much......... my king

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

The unfinished breakfast, among other things. -PJM.

Genre: Fluff/ comfort

Pairing: Jimin x fem reader.

Word count: 1.4k words.

A/N: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! This is a treat to me from me.

I just had the most exhausting week of my life, stuck in exactly the same situation as MC here, and through all that time I kept thinking how good it'd feel to have a Jimin to take care of me 🥺 and so I wrote this, raw out of my own suffering and insecurities.

ALSO!!! @bebejungkook mentioned me as one of her fav authors???? Like???? AND I MADE FRIENDS WITH @parkdatjimin ?????? That's a whole bday present in and of itself!! IS THIS MY LIFEEEEE??!!?!??!!!

Not proofread coz I'm a little busy with all the cake I'm eating 😁😁

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Jimin shook his head at the sight in front of him. The eggs and toast he had laid on the table in the morning for you to eat still sat in the exact same spot, cold and inedible by now. 

And that was saying something, because he had left for practice at the ungodly early hour of 5am, and had pressed many kisses into your hair, making you promise you'd eat breakfast and rest for a while. 

He knew it was safe to assume that since you hadn't eaten a bite, you definitely hadn't gotten up to stretch your legs or anything. 

"Honey?" Jimin called out, receiving no response. 

You had turned off your phone last night, and so he hadn't been able to check up on you during the day, and now he was genuinely concerned about you. 

He made his way to the freezer, collecting your favorite frozen dumplings and some of the vegetable broth you had frozen earlier. He set the broth on the stove to boil and made his way to the bedroom. 

Opening the door cautiously, he didn't know what to feel about the sight that met him. Your head was lowered on your notes and you seemed to be asleep, your breath coming in deep, calm exhales. Your hand still loosely clutched your pen and the smallest frown sat between your eyebrows. 

Jimin's heart filled with love and tenderness at the vision, so incredibly proud of how hard you were working, yet aching to hold you and help you in some way. He wished he could go and give your exams for you, and despite his own busy schedule that left his body aching at the end of the day, the past week had taken a toll on him because you had been suffering sleepless nights and constant anxiety about the exams you had been studying so hard for. 

He believed in your abilities, academic or otherwise, and he knew you'd ace them as usual, but he knew he couldn't blame you for the way your mind worked and the way your insecurities manifested into the anxiety of not being good enough, when important stuff like this loomed up. 

He approached you, feeling like he was about to commit a crime by waking you up, since you had been so sleep deprived. 

"Gummy?" He called out to you softly, gently shaking your shoulder. 

You jolted awake. 

"Hey, it's just me baby." His low voice soothed you. 

He felt so bad, seeing the way bags sat underneath your eyes and the little vessels in your eyes were red, your gaze tired as it finally focused on his face. 

"Oh, you're back?" You asked sleepily. 

"Babe... It's 11 pm." He told you kindly.

"What?" You whispered, aghast as you looked down at the notes you had presumably been reading from. "Oh noo" you groaned, taking your head in your hands, already feeling a headache coming on. You were supposed to have finished two chapters worth of revision by now. How could you have fallen asleep? And how much longer would you have stayed passed out like that, had Jimin not returned when he had. 

"Have you been sitting here all day?" He sounded a little pressed. 

You remained hidden in your hands, well aware of the questioning and slightly disappointed gaze that would meet you if you looked up. You couldn't face Jimin's soft amber eyes, not when you were sure his patience with you was running thin. 

Jimin, on the other hand, felt like he'd fall sick with worry about you. You had been doing this for the whole week now. You'd skip meals, and even when he brought them straight to you, you'd let them sit and fall cold as you busied yourself with revisions and reviews of your notes, before falling into a fitful sleep for never more than 3 hours at night before drowning yourself in coffee and running off to give your exam. 

He gingerly took your hand, "Come on, let's have dinner." 

Wordlessly, you followed him outside, feeling the chasm of guilt widen when you saw the breakfast he had left you. The breakfast you had promised to eat. 

"What are we having? Should I help?" You asked, quickly collecting the evidence of your crime in your hands, avoiding looking at them as you disposed it off properly and went to stand beside Jimin, your legs halfway shaking because of your low glucose levels. 

"Nope!" He said cheerfully, warming the oil on the skillet to fry the dumplings. "You stay right here and let me take care of my little gummy bear who overworks herself to the bone."

The ugly monster of guilt reared it's head again. You didn't deserve half this VIP treatment after ignoring Jimin the way you had been. 

As he ladled the soup into bowls and placed the dumplings on paper towels, setting the table and busying himself in that, you shuffled to your seat, your stomach grumbling loudly. You sat down, smiling at the contagious energy that was your ever patient boyfriend. 

"Thank you for the food!" You announced but before your chopsticks could reach the food, Jimin's were already floating in front of your face, a dumpling held ready to be devoured. 

You bit into it, letting the welcome flavor melt on your tongue as tears pricked your eyes and made a swift getaway down your face. 

"Don't cry baby" Jimin cooed, swift to wipe them away. 

"I'm so tired Jimin." You sighed. And you were. You had powered through 4 of your exams with sheer willpower and now that the eve of the last one stretched on, you suddenly felt the exhaustion sitting in your bones and the tiredness slowing your brain. 

He wordlessly kissed your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs fleeting past the baby hairs on your forehead as he silently let you cry a little, making sure he wiped the tears as they fell. 

"Only one more left baby, and then we can sleep the whole weekend away, I promise." He comforted you. 

"I wish my brain would slow down. I keep thinking about what would happen if I flunk. And I've studied so hard Jiminie, I've revised all the coursework too, but I keep wanting to go over it again, thinking I've forgotten it all." You let all your intrusive thoughts flow out. 

" Oh my baby." The fact that you'd already finished preparing was news to Jimin. He knew sometimes excelling at your studies was what felt like the ultimate goal to you, and he respected that well enough. But under no conditions would he let it break you like this.

As the last soup filled spoon tipped it's contents into your mouth, you closed your eyes, bracing yourself to get back at it. But what you didn't anticipate was Jimin taking your hand and leading you to the couch. 

"What's this?" You asked, a laugh forming somewhere inside you at his determined expression. 

"We are gonna sleep on the couch tonight because all those horrid books are giving my baby a hard time and I won't let them near her." He announced. 

"Jiminie!" You giggled despite yourself.

"Y/n-ie. Haven't you finished preps? You said so yourself. So now to make sure all that material stays in your pretty little head, you're gonna sleep well and let your brain absorb it."

Even though he said it playfully, you had an inkling that there might be no bargaining with Jimin on this one. Especially because you already stood over the couch, and Jimin had run off to the linen wardrobe to get blankets. 

He was right. You had finished preparing. Infact you had even finished revising. Then what was this anxiety doing to you? You had to fight it. You had done so good on all the previous exams, and you'd ace the one tomorrow too. Yeah.

You would. Because you always did. 

You had to believe in yourself just a fraction as much as Jimin believed in you, and you'd be set for life. 

And that's what you told yourself as you settled under the blankets with Jimin on the cosy couch that both of you had picked out especially for cuddling purposes, that might you add, was serving the purpose very well. 

And when Jimin's familiar arms snaked around you to hold you to him, you curled into his chest with a satisfied smile at the sudden peace he seemed to instill. 

He must have showered at the studio, because he smelt clean and fresh, as his cologne engulfed your senses much like his body had engulfed your own in your private cocoon. 

The cocoon of warmth, safety and acceptance that was Park Jimin. 

Your breaths slowed and evened out as your overworked brain eased into slumber and your body relaxed in his arms. 

A long night's sleep would do you good.

[faetarou]

𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

fandom || haikyuu

pairing || various x reader [second!POV] || suna rintarou, akaashi keiji

gender || neutral

request || anon said: hello! I’d like to request gn!reader x suna and akaashi (separately) headcanons for how they’d flirt with reader! ty in advance :) I love your blog so far! [from fae: aww, thank you sweet anon !! i formatted these like mini imagines because of the dialogue, but they're still headcanons, so dw]

warnings // disclaimers || swearing

word count || 0.7k

SUNA didn't have the slightest idea how to flirt with you, because his stupid ass was unaware that he liked you. Normally, he would've been just fine, dropping hints and compliments like some Casanova, but this was you.

He had no idea why he got ever so slightly flustered around the twins' most recent friend, or why he hung onto every one of the words dropping from your lips, even if it was just a jab at Atsumu or asking Suna even he'd eaten yet.

However, once a relentless round of teasing from his teammates on the topic of 'Suna's crush' that had them giggling like middle-schoolers forced him to come to terms with the fact that he liked you, he acted completely different around you. You were, safe to say, utterly shocked in the change from the quiet mutual friend you'd silently smiled at across the table, to the sudden explosion of personality that was Suna, insisting you called him Rin and referring to you by teasing nicknames.

He'd evolved into quite the flirt, referring to you by 'love' and 'babe' more often than your own name. The tables effectively turned, it was now you who grew more and more flustered with every conversation, though you couldn't say you were complaining about the easy way he acted as though you were in a relationship.

Suna soon reached an all-new, outrageously PDA-prone method of hinting at his crush on you, slinging arms around shoulders or even being as bold to put his hand up for a high-five and intertwine your fingers with his own like a trap as soon as you made contact. The amount that you'd taken to being unable to say a word around him was growing ridiculous, and soon as you were mostly sure that Suna liked you, you decided to take action.

On a morning where his greeting was slinging his arm over your shoulder and looking into your eyes with his own, green, green, green, his lips pulling to the side in one of those characteristically teasing smirks as he says, just loudly enough for other people to hear, "Hey, babe."

You still felt a heat rise to your cheeks, but you managed to grin out, "Rin, ask me out already, you fucking coward."

He literally short-circuited, but dropped his arm to your waist and replied lazily, "Fine, maybe I will."

And let's just say, a very smug Suna walked you home hand in hand that afternoon.

AKAASHI is pretty different. He's characteristically really quiet, keeping to himself and overthinking everything from volleyball to you. You were someone who confused him, because he had no plan, no list of traits or tendencies - you were uncharted territory, and that terrified him.

Akaashi constantly found himself either blushing or smiling whenever he was around you, and it didn't even take a week of that before Bokuto proudly diagnosed him with a case of "love sickness!"

(To which Akaashi replied, "there's no such thing, Bokuto-san", and was kindly, but promptly, whacked on the back of the head.)

He found himself flirting in an unspoken way that came so much easier to him than talking to someone he didn't know. Akaashi's way of flirting was shy and tentative, and yet sweeter than more forward methods in a lot of ways.

It was buying your favourite drink from the vending machine for you every morning.

It was saving you a seat when you were late to class and sliding his notes across the table with a small smiley face drawn on them.

It was offering to share his lunch with you, just because you'd mentioned once offhandedly that you liked the food.

You recognised all these little ways that he flirted, with shy smiles and little waves across the hall, and you were deeply touched, warmth dusting your cheeks every time he grew more and more comfortable with you.

Akaashi had never been happier than the day you pulled him aside with a shaking breath, and rushed out, "I like you, Akaashi", and he could drop the awkward unknown of flirting and show his affection more simply like linking your hand with his.

To this day, his teammates still teased him about "how the fuck he managed to ask out Y/L/N without flirting at all", and you would both just smile ever so slightly, knowing, in his own way, he had.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[wh6res]

127 SQUAD AND ROMANTIC BF TINGS

tw a lil bit of suggestive on jae's but nothing explicit

✰ — TAEIL would sing lullabies over the phone or video call. you and him would just be doing your own thing, not talking but enjoying being each other's presence. he'll probably pull out his guitar and start singing random songs until he eventually notices you fell asleep on him. will not end the call and when you wake up in the morning, his snores and his cute sleeping face is the first thing you see. "love? you still there? ... taeil?" then laugh out loud when you hear his snores instead. "okay yeah lets sleep more" the call will only end probably because his phone died. he kinda strikes me as a guy who's phone is always < 50% battery lmao

✰ — JOHNNY is your everything. literally. as long as he has the power of youtube, google, and instruction manuals on his side, he can fix anything and everything for you. we've all seen him do crafty things on jcc lmao so it'll probably apply to relationships as well. will 100% say you now owe him cuddles for fixing something for you. you kinda dont like the fact that he's doing all these things for you so you try doing them on your own without him knowing only to fail big time. "what did we learn today?" "never touch the pipes under the sink" "and?" "and always ask johnny for help" "nuh-uh thats not how i said it" you sigh exasperatedly "always let my smokin hot amazing handsome boyfriend johnny suh get the job done"

✰ — TAEYONG doesn't care whether you take the time shopping or not. in fact, he loves seeing you all excited and giddy for pampering yourself as you should. totally the type to hold the paper bags even if you complain and say you can manage on your own. is a complete angel and will wait patiently outside changing rooms and will give you genuine insight he has of the clothes you picked. "that looks nice. you should get that. the length is just right and the sleeves help accentuate your waist" "really yongie?" "yes love. i mean you look pretty in everything anyway" miss ma'am my heart just fucking melted ?¿?

✰ — YUTA doesn't look like it but will exert real effort into things. would be the type to have a note or a google doc about your favorite orders from restaurants because he just loves how your eyes light up appreciatively and you look so smitten by him. its like a cheat sheet. eventually he memorizes the list with how much time he spends with you and he wont even need it. the type to always bring you food before meeting you (if its just hanging out inside the house). "no way! i was just craving for these!" he smiles before kissing your forehead, volunteering to put the food out its container for you. "i figured. you'd been working since this afternoon. lets eat first then you can tell me about what you've been working on so i can help you, okay?"

✰ — DOYOUNG loves cooking for you. i highkey feel like its his love language? like cooking for you and seeing your eyes light up as it darts back to him after you take your first bite from whatever he cooked just gives him so much happiness. its disgustingly sappy and he doesn't like talking about it. now he understood fully what it meant to see your loved ones eating and being full yourself or some shit. idk how the actual quote goes okay dont come 4 me but u probably get it. anyway the type to always pack you lunch and will get hella mad if you skip meals. "what do you mean you havent eaten yet?" "yeah but i will after i--" "you mean you're going to eat Now?" "what? no maybe later--" "thats it im coming over"

✰ — JAEHYUN would be the type to make you playlists. its really random sometimes he'll send them to you in the early morning for the heck of it bc he cant sleep. most of the time its him being horny lmao the frat boy in him awakening and sending you a playlist called imma blow your back out or something extremely cringey and thirsty pls dont block his sorry ass maybe he'd spell out the words using song titles too! idk jae just rlly strikes me as a guy who's love language is music. "hey babe did you check the playlist i sent you?" "wtf its 4am???" "oh so you havent listened to it yet?" "fuck off" but at the end of the day he'll come over and will use the playlist to,,, you know,,, do the sexy thing ;)

✰ — JUNGWOO always makes sure you walk on the inside of the road. you know when you're walking in the street and he softly nudges your waist? yes. will probably even scold you playfully because with how long its been since you both are together, "babe you always walk on the inside of the road how many times do i have to tell you?" is also the type to remind you to wear your seatbelt immediately after hopping onto his car. would ask you Again while in the middle of the car ride because he forgot that he already asked you earlier. please don't mind him he's just looking out for you bb. "seatbelt?" "yes, babe. already done" "are you sure? i dont think i heard it click--" "babe eyes on the road please" "oh right sorry"

✰ — MARK sends you tiktoks, vines, or memes. this is his love language fite me im calling it. he just wants to see you laugh too okay? thats why he does it. i mean it made him laugh, so maybe it will you laugh too. also because he hopes to make inside jokes with u cuz he believes thats how people really get close and stuff. would definitely love it if you do the same thing with him. you'd be chilling in the sofa while khalid plays on the bluetooth speaker and he'll suddenly go "babe babe babe check this out!" then you both proceed to laugh at a vine for the next thirty minutes <3 #living.the.yn.life

✰ — HAECHAN will do your skincare for you when you're drunk or super tired that you just passed out cold on the bed. would probably come into the room to see you snoring and tutting bc now he has to do it for you again but meh deep down he loves it because he enjoys admiring your sleeping face. its sorta like a healing thing for him? yeah it just washes away all the stress he's feeling and bb is just excited about the idea that this becomes "your thing" with him if u get what im saying? altho the next day he'll probably use it as a leverage to get out of chores :) "no way im not folding our clothes" "and why is that?" "i took your make up off yesterday u know how hard that is? im still tired" "but its literally the next day--" "awww thank you for doing my chores, baby! u the best!" ._.

[cafedanslanuit]

Allie babes congratulations on 7k aaaa ilysm and im so happy for you ♡ for your event I'd like a self ship please! you can decide who you want to pick bc i literally cant choose sksks

The first one would be me and draken! Our dynamics would definitely be acts of service bf, quality time/physical touch gf so I'd always just cuddle up to him a lot whenever he does something sweet sksks

My second self ship is me and sakusa! I feel like we're quite similar because we're both a bit stubborn and introverted (im ambi but more on the introverted side) so it would be a relationship where we learn to compromise bc we both cant get our way LMAO hed ask me if we can go home during a night out and i say no until my social battery dies an hour later. i think he's a big baby and bc of my love language I'd indulge soft omi so bad he'd be spoiled sksks

Congratulations again babe and thank you sm!!

a/n: IZZY hi mwah mwah love u

★    —    self-ship with draken!

whenever draken knows you've been studying for way too long, he shows up at your place with a bag filled with your favourite take-out

he really intends to just give you the food and leave but oh no, he's fallen into the trap, you have both arms and legs around him. guess he'll have to stay with you for a little while <3

he likes that at least he makes sure you take a break to eat a little c:

the "have you eaten yet?" bf, always worried about if you're taking care of your health or not

when you have free time, you always like to visit his bike shop. you don't really care he's busy working on a client's request, you like to pull a chair and spend time with him while he works

if the shop is already closed, draken will let you change the music if you want to. he will furrow his eyebrows if your music selection is nt what he would choose but he never says anything. he really likes when he catches you softly singing along to whatever song is playing

if he ends up working until really late, he'll ofer to drop you home and then come back working. most of the time you refuse, wanting to spend more time there-- something he really likes, but still feels good about offering you an out in case you were tired

when he eventually finishes, you'll go for a late-night drive on his motorcycle. he can speed as much as he wants and you get to feel the air on your face as he drives around the city

if it gets too late, he likes to drive to the beach so you can watch the sunrise together. he has snapped a picture or two of you watching the sunrise with a smile without you noticing. he keeps those photos to himself <3

→ allie’s 7k event

[masterwords]

Breathless Charm

Notes: A short little Hotch/Rossi first date story for @valyerena. Happy Birthday! I have more in the works for these two (a lot of my 200 followers celebration requests have been for Hossi and I'm not upset), but I wanted to make sure to get something up for your birthday. <3 It's barely edited and a little disjointed but fluffy and sweet.

There was a little restaurant Aaron had always wanted to go to. It was right down on the pier with a view of the water and Mount Rainier, but Haley didn't like seafood and it was far too indulgent to go on his own, or so he told himself. It wasn't exactly fancy, you didn't need reservations and there certainly wasn't a dress code but there was just something that had always just drawn him to it. In fact, it was more of a tourist trap than anything if he really considered it, but that didn't matter. Maybe it was the bright orange neon sign you could see from miles away, right there on the boardwalk, next to the aquarium and the tourists and the smell of the Puget Sound that called to him. He'd walked by it dozens of times a week during his lunch hour, biked past it, rode the train past it. No matter where he went in Seattle, he seemed to gravitate there, and yet he never went, just watched couples and happy families going in and out and dreamed of it. It had become an odd fixation of his, a point of contention between he and Haley until they moved back East and it was forced to live only in his subconscious.

“Aaron, why don't you just get lunch there? It's a fish bar, not a Michelin star restaurant.”

“By myself?” he asked, scandalized by the thought. He wasn't sure why, he'd always liked being alone, he'd eaten at plenty of establishments on his own, even gone to movies on his own. Still, he stared at Haley like she had a second head and she just laughed at how utterly ridiculous her husband was while she folded laundry on the sofa.

“Yes, Aaron. By yourself.”

“They have salads and burgers, too, you know.” Stabbing in the dark. He knew she wasn't going to take the bait. She just rolled her eyes dramatically and threw a towel at him to fold.

“I'm not going to order a burger or a salad at a seafood restaurant. Find someone who likes fish and go with them, or go by yourself. Or...never go. Your call, babe.”

Being back in Seattle, it was the first thing he thought of. They landed, and he stood up, arched his back to stretch out, and followed Dave out of the jet thinking about that stupid little restaurant, so built up in his psyche now that it couldn't possibly live up to the hype. Maybe it wouldn't even be open anymore, maybe it was a sushi place or a gift shop now. He frowned, standing in the purple and gold twilight, dreading the ride downtown. He'd asked them to just get them their own vehicle but the head of the Field Office insisted on driving them, said it was an honor but Aaron wasn't sure they'd feel that way when he threw up all over the backseat.

“Dinner?” Aaron asked, sliding into the backseat of the SUV with some trepidation, arranging his bags at his feet and on his lap. He hugged the door close and did his best to avoid looking out the window, instead he focused on Dave and the other agents while they spoke, just to avoid the inevitable motion sickness that came from being in the back of a moving vehicle. Nothing exposed his need for control faster than not being the one to drive. There was no focusing on a fixed point that would help him, just careful distraction, so Dave did his best to keep the conversation with the other two agents engaging.

“I could eat,” Dave replied under his breath, still listening to the agents in the front seat. He could tell the agents were nervous, the way they rambled on and on about everything they'd set up and done for the week, looking for nods of approval or pats on the back from the more seasoned agents in the back. It happened often when they flew out to help prep for big trials, and in this case, it was the biggest Washington State had seen in decades, so the newspapers were saying. When Aaron had been asked to come out, he insisted on bringing Dave as well, Dave knew the case better than anyone and Derek could run things back home for a few days.

“You like seafood?” Aaron whispered, taking a chance. Dave shrugged and nodded, a careless little motion that read as being non-committal at best. Aaron stared at him, willing him to say something, give him a solid answer.

“Sure,” was his reply, and that was that. Aaron took it as a done deal, they were going to his little fish bar and he was finally going to be disappointed by reality not living up to fantasy. They dropped their files off at the Field Office and made their way to the hotel, asking to get an SUV for their own use for the rest of the week. Aaron knew he wouldn't be able to be carted around like a child in the back of an SUV all week, there was no way. He'd rather walk or get a bike.

“We can drive you anywhere you need to go, it's no trouble,” Agent Kennedy said, a little bashfully. Dave shook his head and tried not to crush the kid, he looked so young. He wasn't sure he'd ever been so young in his life.

“I'm sure you must have better things to do than chauffeur two old men around,” Dave replied, winking, lightening the mood. “We can drive ourselves. Agent Hotchner lived in Seattle for two years, we'll manage.” Agent Kennedy opened his mouth to protest, but the look on Aaron's face when he returned from checking them in scared him into silent agreement with their demands. He told them he'd do what he could and left them to get settled in.

“Sharing a room,” Aaron said, waving the key. “The bureau's generosity knows no bounds.”

“Just like old times,” replied Dave, with a coy little smile and they made for the elevator at the end of the corridor. Aaron wasn't unhappy about it, he'd always liked sharing his room with Dave, there was something so easy about the way they fell into sync together, shared a space without stepping on toes. Dave always brought the nice scotch and he slept so peacefully that Aaron couldn't help getting at least a little good shut eye when they shared a room. “So, this restaurant you want to take me to...it's the one Haley wouldn't go to, huh?”

“You remember that?”

“Aaron,” Dave started, but he caught himself, carefully planned his reply instead of just winging it. Not the time to be coy, to flirt, not until wine. They'd been cautiously flirting for years, but wine helped. “I listen when you talk.” Sappy, but not over the top. It made Aaron blush, though, he could see it. Aaron didn't blush the way other people did, it never hit his cheeks, but his neck would flush bright splotchy pinks and reds and Dave knew it spread down to his collar bone like a rash. He'd made an inappropriate joke once while Aaron was in the hospital and watched it happen through the wide open gown, was so enthralled by how bizarre it was. He couldn't imagine anything more on brand, he even blushed in private, like he was allergic to attention. You had to know what you were looking for to even notice.

They settled into the hotel room, changed from work clothes to play, and set out on foot. Aaron decided he only needed a sweater, maybe because he was showing off over having lived in Seattle – he wouldn't bring an umbrella and he wouldn't wear a jacket, the locals didn't bother with those things and he'd been local once. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about it, but he watched as Dave put on his dinner jacket and a pea coat and he thought about grabbing his coat anyway, but dug in. He'd manage. It was April, it wasn't warm but it wasn't cold either. Their hotel was just up the street from the boardwalk, they could see the lights and the people from their sixth floor window. The walk was brisk, a little windy and they sucked in the smell of the briny sea air and watched the throngs of people pass them in loud groups, families with children tugging them along toward the aquarium or the market.

“A neon sign?” Dave asked, turning to Aaron, who had his hands shoved in his pockets to keep his fingers warm, regretting his decision not to bring his coat already. He'd forgotten how quickly the temperature changed on the water.

“It's busy, that's a good sign right?”

“Is it?”

“Listen,” Aaron began, but Dave just shook his head and opened the door for Aaron, letting him enter first. The humid heat hit them quickly, and Aaron smiled. It smelled like oysters and lemons.

“I'll try anything once. They'd better have good drinks.”

Much to Aaron's chagrin, they were seated outside, right on the pier and perused the menu as they listened to the water slapping against the pilings below them, the far off sounds of sea lions and the aquarium. The wind was chilly, his nose felt frozen but at least they'd been seated beneath an umbrella with a heater tucked inside so it was bearable. The wine list was enough for Dave to decide the restaurant was okay, not exactly what he would have selected but then, he had expensive taste. Their seafood was as fresh as it could be and prepared with skill, lightly fried oysters and carefully cooked salmon still delightful and soft and pink. They ordered nearly everything on the menu after Dave decided Aaron had waited long enough to try the damn place and then watched his brow furrow in desperation over what to pick. Conversation never lulled, and Aaron thought maybe he was flirting but he was out of his depths in that department. The more wine they consumed, the further back their stories went, dredging up old memories of Gideon and Max and driving or the time the bureau put them on a god forsaken Greyhound bus to somewhere in the mid-west, but they couldn't remember where now, the wine had pickled a few of the more important bits of the memories. Probably for the best, they both realized as they got further into it.

“You threw up in that nasty little bathroom,” Dave blurted out and Aaron laughed, nodding. He hadn't forgotten that bit, though he'd been hoping Dave would have.

“It was that air freshener the driver kept spraying, gave me a migraine.” That was the story he'd stuck with, but it was all of the smells of the bus, the motion sickness, anxiety, it was a perfect storm. He'd never been on a Greyhound bus before, and he had outright refused them since. There were two other cases that the bureau wanted to put them on those buses for and he paid for a plane ticket out of his own pocket just to avoid it each time.

“Yeah, well it was better than the smell of the diapers. I'm not sure what they were feeding that kid but I almost joined you.”

When they stood to leave, bellies full and more than a little wine drunk, Aaron shoved his hands deep into his pockets and felt a sinking regret over his decision not to bring his coat. The temperature had dropped significantly and the walk back to the hotel wasn't long, but it was long enough that his wool sweater would lose its battle with the wind. Dave slipped his pea coat off of the back of his seat and handed it to Aaron with a knowing smile. In truth, he'd only grabbed it because he knew how stubborn his friend was, his dinner jacket was more than enough for a chilly spring evening.

“No, Dave,” Aaron protested, but Dave just pushed it at him again. They stared at one another silently, Dave not willing to take no for an answer. He'd leave the coat on the chair before he put it back on himself and Aaron knew it.

“I'm plenty comfortable the way I am,” he replied and watched as Aaron pulled the jacket on slowly. He adjusted the sleeves of his sweater, tugged at them until they weren't bunched up, and smiled.

“Thanks Dave.” He knew he'd been played. Dave knew him too well.

They made their way up the boardwalk, side by side, taking the long way back to the hotel on boozy legs, breathing in the salty sea air. They were silent, just listening to the slap of the water against wood and rocks, the gulls above them screeching and squawking, the cars roaring past on the highways that twisted and curled above the city. The way the city lights reflected over the black water danced in Aaron's eyes and he felt like he was home, silly as it was. He'd loved this city once. Getting as far away from Virginia as he could had been his only real tangible dream, and for two short years, it was a reality. Slowly, he realized that might have been why he anchored himself so hard to that restaurant, a reason to return. Unfinished business in the Emerald City. It hadn't been disappointing, but he knew while he ate his meal that it hadn't been about the food at all, it was the feeling, the fixed point on his horizon. That neon sign.

“Fish Bar?” Dave asked, one eyebrow shooting comically toward his hairline. Aaron smiled a little sheepishly and looked down at his feet as he walked.

“What's wrong with that?”

“Oh, nothing. I just think I could have done better for a first date, that's all.”

Aaron made a small strangled sound, his neck flushing beneath the collar of his wool sweater and he hugged Dave's coat tight around himself. After an awful stretched moment of silence, he caught his bearings and laughed. “Okay, hot shot. Prove it.”