#made your mark on me a golden tattoo

[campbyler]

thoughts on dress?

ALL OF THIS SILENCE 🤐 AND PATIENCE 🧎 PINING IN ANTICIPATION 😩 MY HANDS 🙌 ARE SHAKING FROM HOLDING BACK FROM YOU (AH AH AH) ALL OF THIS SILENCE 🤐 AND PATIENCE 🧎 PINING AND DESPERATELY WAITING 😫 MY HANDS ARE SHAKING FROM ALL THIS AH AH AH AAaaAaAAHHHHH SAY MY NAME 🗣️ AND EVERYTHING JUST STOPS ✋🛑 I DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND 🚫👯‍♂️ ONLY BOUGHT THIS CAMP WHITEMAN POLO 👕 SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF 😏 TAKE IT AH AH AH OOOFFFFFFFF 😋 CARVE MY NAME INTO YOUR BED POST 🛏️ CAUSE I DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND 🚫👯‍♂️ ONLY BOUGHT THIS CAMP WHITEMAN POLO SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF 😏 TAKE IT AH AH AH OFFFFFFFFF 😋

[gayjamesdeanlyrics]

I make golden lyrics my entire personality so every time taylor sings a surprise song with a golden lyric and I’m not there it hurts but tonight hurts extra bad because i was supposed to be there but I couldn’t for reasons

[kayloronmain]

imagine if we got the third polaroid for reputation tv

i think i'd die on the spot

This would be a DREAM!!! I’ve resigned myself to never knowing, but Taylor is really leaning into her lore with all the re-records. I’d love to see it!

[eganeyes]

bucky singing dress by taylor swift at the top of his lungs would be cathartic for him i think

[enchantedsunflowerkat]

ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT AH HAH HAH HAAAAAH 🤭🤭

[goldenboybarracuda]

you would think doing Taylor Swift verse name would be easy but ….

also these are for the plotted out au’s i have but hey if you want one, let me know. we can totally do the things.

( 2kyears verse: you are the best thing that’s ever been mine )

( ch1maeras verse: when you hold me it holds me together )

( ssolessurvivor verse: i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover )

( forrkeeps buck verse: king of my heart body and soul )

( wehavefoundthestars verse: i’m captivated by you baby like a fireworks show )

( lupaeus verse: i want you for worse or for better )

( tvintedspvrk brooklyn verse: miss americana and the heartbreak prince )

( brknghrts henry verse: cause it's gravity keeping you with me )

( goldengirlchrissy verse: made your mark on me. a golden tattoo. )

( waehles verse: you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts )

[plymath-a]

ay @iimpacts & @bitterseadrop come get y'all tags-

[writinglanie]

“— he wanted a bride, I was making my own name.”

Her eyes met his for a brief moment, before moving back over to her brother. The twins had broken the news to her over lunch that they planned to invite the Monroe’s and the Wright’s. Sage had forced out a smile and told them that was fine. The deserved to have those they cared about present.

After the ceremony, she heard her name being called as a teenage boy, she just barely recognized anymore walked over to her. Sage felt a pang of regret about leaving the 10 year old boy behind — Sage and Flynn had always promised him that she would be there for Orion, but eventually it just got too hard. Too much to balance, too much to continue seeing Flynn. “Hi Ri.” She wrapped the boy in her arms, and held on tight; as if that could make up for all of the lost time between them.

“I’ve missed you.” His words only make her hug him tighter.

“I’ve really missed you too, Orion. I can’t believe how tall you’ve gotten!”

The woman met Flynn’s eyes over his son’s shoulder. In another world this could have been her family. It should have been her family, but by the time she healed from all of her trauma — she felt like it was too late to go back and try and fix their relationship. It wasn’t fair to him, he had never asked for her to be so broken. At the time she had though it was unfixable, she wishes she had listened to him six years ago.

The pair broke apart. “Yeah — I think I’m going to be taller than Dad.” The boy had a mischievous look in his eyes, and Sage was immediately brought back to a 8 year old who liked to cause all kinds of trouble with her.

Her eyes glanced back towards Flynn to take in the man. She truly doubted Orion surpass Flynn, or at least she hoped not. Sage would always see him as a child.

“I’ll catch up with you later, if you don’t mind giving me and your dad a second. “ She could see the hesitance in his eyes, but he still nodded and headed over to his mom. God, Amalie probably hated her for hurting Flynn. Sage took a step towards Flynn with a small smile. “Hi, how are you?”

Sage felt the warmth from his smile, “I’m doing okay. Can’t believe those two finally figured it out.”

She chuckled, “You’re telling me. It took a lot of work to get them there.” The man’s face dropped for a moment before he went back to being neutral. “Flynn, I didn’t mean that we weren’t wort — “

“It’s fine, Sage. Really.” Though she could tell he was still hurt that she needed to be by herself to figure out who she was.

“It’s not. You were worth it to me, okay? I just couldn’t keep hurting you and while I figured it out. “

Six years ago

“Sage, it’s okay. We can get through this together. “ Sage squeezed his hand, as the tears fell.

She closed her tightly and shook her head. “ I need to do it myself. I can’t keep hurting you. And me this way, is only hurting you.” This was something that she had spent a long time thinking about. Someday’s she wanted to curl up in his arms, and stay with him forever. The harder days though, those were the ones that made her feel worthless. That blocked her from truly loving him the way he deserved to be loved. Flynn had the biggest heart from anyone she knew. It wasn’t fair to him to sit by and only love her from a distance — to not receive that love back.

She felt his fingers brush away her tears, “I don’t mind, just being with you is enough for me. Even if it’s just as a friend who supports you.” That was what made this so difficult; her soulmate would assist her however she needed him to. Even if he put himself and his feelings on the back burner. Flynn should be with a partner that was willing to do the same for him, and right now that wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her — not when she could barely handle her own issues. Flynn wanted to be able to fix her himself, He wasn’t able to though. Not this time.

“I need to do this on my own. I need to figure out who I am before I can really be with you. I’ve spent my whole life taking care of people that I’ve forgot to take care of myself. I need therapy, I need time.” This time she watched as a tear escaped Flynn’s eyes. They both knew this was it. What he’s been fighting against for weeks, it’s come to this.

“I support that choice. I — I’ll always be here if you need me” Sage brushed her fingers along where she knew his shirt hid his soul mark.

“I know, you’ve always taken care of me.” A piece of her will always belong to Flynn Monroe.

Present day

“Someone wants her Mama.” Ian interrupted, before passing the little girl off to Sage. Breaking her from the painful memory. Her smile brightened as the little girl rested her head under her mom’s chin. She saw Flynn eye her curiously, a lot had changed in six years. A part of her had always pictured a family with him, even long after their break up.

Her daughter was the one thing in this life that she was truly proud of. There was so much about her life that she wanted to tell Flynn, almost immediately she wanted to tell him that her daughter was created in a fertility clinic. There had been other men, not that they ever lasted long — there no one she could trust the way she trusted Flynn. No one she wanted to raise a family with besides her soulmate.

“This is Aruelia.” She looked down at the little girl. The one that would be turning two in just a few short months and once again she’s caught wondering where time went. Glancing up to Flynn, she speaks to the girl in her arms. “Can you say hi to Flynn, baby?” The little girl waved a cubby arm, before hiding again. “She’s a little bit shy.”

“Shes adorable, looks just like her mom.”

“It’s all the dimples, she actually resembles Cory as a baby more than me or even Izzy strangely enough considering that they’re twins and — “ She paused when she realized how much she was rambling. This man always brought out her nerves and made her feel small; not in a bad way, but in the way that made her feel secure enough to tell him things she knows most people would shut down.

A soft chuckle was pulled from his lips, and Sage couldn’t help but feel her gaze drop to his lips for a brief moment. “I’d like to see photos as proof someday.”

Ian walked up again, “ Izzy wanted me to tell you they’re getting ready for their first dance. Said you didn’t want to miss it. Sorry I keep interrupting.” He eyes Flynn for a moment, and Sage rolls her eyes. Leave to her best friend to size the man up, when she’s never had anything bad to say about Flynn. She’s the one that broke his heart, and hers in the process.

Flynn smiled at her, ignoring the look from her friend. He always did have away of making it feel like they were the only two people in the room. “Maybe we could could go to lunch and catch up. I’d like to know more about your life now.”

Sage smiled brightly. “It’s a date.” And this time she wouldn’t run. She was ready to love and be loved by him completely unfearful — they would make this time, she had a good feeling about it.

@sarahsinwonderland

[thesturniolos]

guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

 ╭┈┈┈┈╮

“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

╰┈┈┈┈╯

held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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[alexandreakarev]

This is a tag drop for ALEXANDREA KAREV who is an original canon character from being heavily affiliated with the Tumblr private group verse of SeattlesGraceHQ. It covers desires, interactions, answered, headcanons, musings, visage.

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : nsfw. ) › ❝ she doesn’t want you like a best friend. only bought this dress so you can TAKE it off. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : desires. ) › ❝ altar is my hips. an INDENTATION in the shape of you. made your mark on me a golden tattoo. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : interaction. ) › ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : answered. ) › ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : headcanon. ) › ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : edit. ) › ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : musings. ) › ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞

* … ( ALEXANDREA KAREV : visage. ) › ❝ world going against her keeps her going. she fights for something BETTER for all of us. ❞

* … ( VERSE : undecided. ) › ❝ what if the only DIFFERENCE is who’s narrating the story? ❞

… ( PRIVATE GROUP VERSE: seattles grace hq. ) › ❝ the only way to fail is to cease fighting. her LEGACY is to leave an impact. ❞

[jeannineee]

Closure (Ⅲ)

Azriel x Reader

a/n: part three!! Comment if you’d like to be added to part four :) quickly proofread, sorry for any errors

Requests are open for headcanons/short blurbs

ALSO IM A BIT NERVOUS ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THIS PART IS GOOD SO YALL LMK PLS

Part 1

Part 2

PART FOUR

warnings: angst, allusions to sex (18+ please)

“What are you and Azriel doing?”

Mor’s question drew your attention from the book in your hands. You sat up on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest.

“I don’t know.”

That was the truth. You had no idea. It had been a few days since that evening with Azriel in the Hewn City. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t spoken to you since.

Mor sighed, taking a seat on the couch beside you. “I thought you said you ended things with him.”

“I—I did. But…” you trailed off, fidgeting with the spine of your book. “…I can’t stay away from him.”

“Because he’s your mate.” Mor said. A statement, not a question.

Shock was written all over your face. “How did you know that?”

“Anyone with a brain can see it. Except for Azriel, apparently.”

You looked away, finding sudden interest in Feyre’s family painting on the wall. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Why?” Mor’s voice was soft, understanding.

“Because he is only interested in Elain.”

Mor went silent for several moments. “I think Azriel feels he isn’t worthy of you.”

“That’s nonsense.”

Mor snorted, twirling her golden hair around her forefinger. “Trust me, I know. But as long as I’ve known him, Azriel has always thought himself to be a bastard-born nobody, undeserving of anything good.”

Something in your soul ached at that. You knew Azriel had issues with his self-esteem, but you didn’t realize just how much it affected him.

At your silence, Mor continued, “Despite his inferiority complex, his behavior is uncalled for. He shouldn’t be stringing you along while entertaining Elain.”

“I know.”

“And you need to grow a backbone.”

You glared. “I have a backbone.”

“Not with Azriel, you don’t.”

You couldn’t argue with that, as much as you hated to admit it. Perhaps it was the bond, that made you so weak to his advances. Perhaps it was your own naïveté.

“Do you…” You swallowed thickly, the question catching in your throat. “Do you think he knows about the bond?”

“I’m not sure.”

~~~~~~~~

Later in the day, you retired to your bedroom, after spending a few hours training with Nesta and Cassian. You loosed a sigh of relief and contentment as you settled into a warm bath, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus wafting through the air.

Normally, a bath would be enough to relax you, and calm your thoughts. But Azriel weighed heavily on your mind. As did your conversation with Mor.

Half an hour passed by, filled with overthinking. Scowling, you rose from the bathtub, wrapping a towel around your form, and headed into your bedroom.

Before you could enter your closet, a knock sounded on your door. You didn’t need to hear his voice to know who it was.

“Y/n.” Azriel called from the hall. “Can I come in?”

You replaced the towel with a silk robe, and sat on the edge of your bed. “Come in.”

Azriel silently entered your room, his shadows much more active than normal. The shadows only behaved that way when he spent time with Elain—they disappeared in her presence.

Yet the shadows reveled in yours.

If the shadows weren’t hint enough as to where Azriel had been earlier in the day, Elain’s flowery scent ensnared your senses. You swallowed down bile.

The Shadowsinger cleared his throat, leaning back against the dresser that stood against the wall, a few feet away from you.

“Did you need something?” You asked him.

Azriel chuckled. “Do I need an excuse to see you?”

You fidgeted with your hands. “I have things to do, so…”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Azriel replied, taking a step forward. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tanned, muscular chest beneath, and the black, swirling tattoos that marked his skin. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“How kind.” You didn’t bother hiding the annoyance you felt.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You snorted. “Why are you so hot and cold with me? One moment, you’re trying to get me into your bed, and the next, you’re ignoring me for weeks at a time. Why?”

“I have other responsibilities to attend to outside of our friendship.”

You knew those ‘responsibilities’ likely included time spent with Elain. But you didn’t voice that.

Azriel continued, “You know, you can come to me, too. It doesn’t always have to be me who initiates conversation.”

“You’re never around. You don’t tell me where you are, what you’re doing.”

“As I said, I have responsibilities,” Azriel said, before sitting on the bed beside you.

“That’s a piss-poor excuse,” you muttered, not daring to look him in the eye, despite the bond urging you to do so.

Azriel scoffed. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

At that, you whipped your head towards him. “I want my friend back. I want…” You stopped yourself before the next words could leave you.

You wanted him. Wanted—needed more than friendship. You needed your mate. But instead, you repeated, “I want my friend back.”

“You have me,” Azriel said, reaching a hand to cup your face.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he swiped his thumb over your cheekbone. Damn him.

Part of you wanted to protest—to push him away. But each time he touched you, it felt as though every broken piece of you was being put back into place.

“You have me,” Azriel murmured again, brushing his lips against your forehead. He placed a soft kiss to each of your cheeks before his lips melded to your own.

Elain’s flowery scent filled your nose once again, yanking you back into reality. You abruptly broke away from the kiss, rising to your feet.

“Y-You should leave,” you sputtered out, furiously readjusting your hair, your robe.

“Do you not want to…?” Azriel let the question hang as he too, stood from your bed.

“Are you serious?” You spat the question. The casualness in his words, his actions sent you into a white-hot, blind rage. “Not when I can smell Elain all over you.”

Azriel stiffened, but didn’t respond.

You laughed, but the sound was devoid of any humor. “I don’t know what I was even thinking.”

The bond. It had to be the bond, making you forget yourself with him. He still smelled like Elain, for fuck’s sake. For that alone, you would’ve sent lesser males running.

“It always comes back to Elain,” Azriel said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t it? How can you—do you even understand what you’re doing to me?”

Azriel looked taken aback. He opened and closed his mouth, coming short of a reply.

You debated simply kicking Azriel out of your room, and leaving it at that. But all the emotions of the last several weeks came bubbling to the surface, threatening to spill over. So you let the words fly out, consequences he damned.

“You are hurting me, Azriel. You—each time you come to me, only to turn around and go to Elain? That fucking hurts. It’s confusing, and I don’t deserve it.”

You loosed a breath, continuing, “I don’t know what you do with her. I don’t know what you feel for her. I don’t care anymore. Just leave me out of it, because it’s hurting me.”

You braced yourself. Braced yourself for a screaming match; an argument. Part of you thought that maybe he’d even laugh at you.

Instead, Azriel merely walked out of your room in silence.

That was far worse.

~~~~~~~~

“What’s got Azriel so pissed off?” Cassian asked you from where he stood on the balcony, nursing a mug of coffee.

“Y/n put him in his place last night,” Nesta interjected, her voice lined with amusement. “Poor Illyrian baby couldn’t take it.”

Cassian grinned. “Rhysie will have a field day when he hears about this.”

You rolled your eyes, staring down at the glass of water in your hands. “Yes, laugh at my turmoil,” you muttered sarcastically.

Nesta and Cassian shared a laugh at that, before the former patted your back comfortingly. “Don’t worry. We’ll go to Rita’s tonight and make you forget all about it.”

~~~~~~~~

Unfortunately, Nesta’s idea of “making you forget all about it” included her running off with Cassian into the bathroom after an entire thirty minutes at Rita’s, leaving you alone at your booth, stone-cold sober and mildly annoyed.

After another ten minutes of sitting alone like an outcast, you were prepared to call it quits.

That was, until Eris Vanserra slid into the seat across from you, two mixed drinks in hand.

“Y/n,” he greeted with a smirk, sliding you one of the drinks. “It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough,” you muttered as you took a large swig from your glass.

Eris chuckled, amusement lining his expression. “Always the charmer. How’ve you been?”

“I’m fine. What are you doing in Velaris?”

“Tsk. Not even going to ask how I’m doing?”

You stared.

Eris sighed dramatically, though you noticed his lips twitching up in a smile. “Alright. I’m here for a few days. Just visiting.”

“I highly doubt you’re ‘just visiting.’”

“Believe what you want.” Eris mused, leaning forward, resting his chin on his hands. He studied you for a moment, before adding, “You seemed a bit lonely. No males around to warm your bed?”

You took another gulp of your drink. “My bed is of no concern to you.”

Eris grinned, undeterred by your disinterest. “Come on. Loosen up. Play with me.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol kicking in a bit sooner than normal. Or perhaps it was your determination to get Azriel off of your mind. You didn’t particularly care to find out as you replied, “What do I get if I do?”

Eris’s grin became feline. “Whatever you want.”

~~~~~~~~

The first thing that greeted you when you awoke the next morning was a pounding headache. You were never drinking again.

Your grogginess quickly eddied into panic as you realized Eris was sleeping beside you. If you pulled away the blanket that covered the lower half of his form, you were almost certain he’d be—

“It’s not polite to stare,” Eris murmured tiredly, his abs rippling as he sat up in bed, the blanket that previously covered his form sliding away.

You quickly averted your gaze, and rose from the bed, throwing on the nearest piece of clothing.

“My shirt looks lovely on you,” Eris mused, still lounging on your bed as though he owned it.

Your cheeks flushed. You cleared you throat, attempting to find any amount of dignity within yourself as you said, “You should probably leave.”

Eris chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t overstay my welcome.” He stood from the bed, and dressed himself. You prepared to return his shirt, but he halted you. “It looks better on you. Keep it.”

You cursed yourself as your cheeks flushed an even deeper color.

“I have to return home this afternoon,” Eris explained as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “But if you ever want a repeat of last night…”

You gave him a pointed look. “Eris, as much as I enjoyed—“

“Oh, I know you enjoyed it. Multiple times. You were quite vocal in showing it.”

“As much as I enjoyed it,” you began again with slight annoyance, “I think it best that we don’t do this again.”

Eris shrugged, unfazed. “That’s fine. You were a lot of fun,” he replied as he prepared to leave your room. “For what it’s worth, though, you are…nice to be around.”

You supposed that was the closest you were getting to a compliment from him.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Eris left before you could.

~~~~~~~~

The coffee you drank was a welcome remedy for your headache. Tiredness still gnawed at you from where you sat at the dining table, allowing your thoughts to wander.

You didn’t particularly regret last night. Eris was…fun. A distraction, even. Perhaps you’d take him up on his offer, in the future.

“Next time you bring a male over, at least have the decency to sneak him out,” Azriel said from behind you, his face frozen with rage.

You laughed. Laughed, to your own surprise. “I dealt with centuries of you, Mor, and Cassian bringing people home. Cope.”

The finality in your tone seemed to piss Azriel off even more. “You even smell like him, for Cauldron’s sake.”

It was then that you realized you still wore Eris’s shirt. Again, you didn’t particularly care. “Good,” you spat out as you stood from your chair. “Maybe now you’ll know how I feel when you smell like Elain.”

“Did you fuck him?”

You weren’t sure why he asked. He already knew the answer.

“What does it matter?”

“Did you?”

“Did you fuck Elain?”

Azriel went silent.

“Allow me to make one thing clear, Azriel,” you started, taking a step closer to him. “I am not yours. You are not mine. What I do, with anyone, is none of your business. Just as what you do, is no concern of mine.”

You ignored the way the bond hammered against your chest in protest. The way you could feel his hurt surging through you like a tidal wave. Good. Let him feel what you’ve felt for months, now.

Azriel didn’t respond. Typical.

You started to leave, but Azriel’s next words had your breath catching short in your lungs.

“I know about the bond.”

You weren’t breathing. It felt as though the floor had been swept out from under you.

You turned back around, facing him. “What?”

“I’ve known for almost a year.”

A year. He’s known longer than you have.

You couldn’t bring yourself to form a proper response—you could hardly think over the roaring in your head.“Then why would you—Elain—what?”

Azriel took a step forward, to which you immediately stepped back.

Azriel began, “There is no excuse—“

“You’re right,” you sneered, “there is no excuse.”

“I’m sorry—“

“Save it.”

Azriel’s throat bobbed. He reached out a hand, as if to caress your face. “Y/n—“

“Do not presume to touch me. Ever again.”

You hurried out of the dining room before you could further register the anguish on Azriel’s face.

The bond made you feel it all, anyway.

~~~~~~~~

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[buddierecs]

didn't know they were dating buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

baby, say you'll always keep me by: hattalove "the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing." word count: 8.2k important tags: friends to fiances, getting together, mutual pining, first kiss

things we shouldn't by: ingu "the one where buck and eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there" word count: 21k important tagsL fake dating, romcom, blind date, idiots in love, mutual pining, oblivious, getting togther

tear me to pieces and make me feel whole by: justhockey "and that’s when it clicks. in the pasta aisle of the grocery store, at 10am on a saturday morning. buck is frowning as he tries to decide what to get - and eddie is in love with him." word count: 2.5k important tags: feelings realisation, getting together, fluff, team as family, oblivious!eddie diaz, coming out the "i" in ikea stands for 'i love you' by: ipretentobesane "buck has some life changing realizations in the curtain section of ikea. mainly, he's really, really in love with his best friend." word count: 2.8k important tags: fluff, oblivious!evan buckley, proposal made your mark on me (a golden tattoo) by: thatbuddie "buck and eddie keep getting matching tattoos, and then discover that maybe everyone is right when they think it means something more" word count: 15k important tags: tattoos, friends to lovers, getting together, first kiss, fluff of bake sales and overdue realizations by: brewrosemilk "eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and buck, without chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before eddie does the same, often beating him to it." word count: 4.8k important tags: feelings realisation, love confessions, fluff, getting together, first kiss, texting sounding like the rest of my life by: coupe_de_foudre "eddie does a ravi and swaps shifts for a bit, only everyone on b shift is convinced that he and buck are married. they might not be as wrong as eddie initially thought.: word count: 6.6k important tags: feelings realisation, getting together, humour, pining baby don't you know? (you're my golden hour) by: ipretenttobesane "a sweet little fic inspired by eddie calling buck "cowboy" because i needed the fluff after 6x10" word count: 2.6k important tags: fluff, first kiss, love confessions the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by: sparegarbage "buck and eddie comfort each other with cuddles, hugs, and kisses (platonically—or so they think)." word count: 4.6k important tags: platonic cuddling, platonic kissing, platonic bed sharing, pre-relationship, fluff, comfort, idiots in love

i built a home (for you, for me) by: made_ofmemories "eddie shows up to work wearing one of buck's shirts. assumptions are made and revelations are had." word count: 6.1k important tags: sharing clothes, feelings realisation, first kiss, getting together, fluff, idiots in love you can feel it on the way home (you are in love) by: made_ofmemories "buck's apartment is destroyed when an earthquake shakes LA, luckily there's always a space for him in the diaz household." word count: 23k important tags: roommates, getting together, sharing a bed, sharing clothes, fluff, literal sleeping together, gay!eddie diaz, bisexual!evan buckley

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part two

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: implied sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 2.5k

You weren’t sure what woke you at first but when you opened your eyes, you found the brilliant, early morning light that streamed through a crack in the curtains. Groaning, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, not missing the unmistakable rustling of clothes somewhere at the foot of the bed. 

Peeking over the sheets to the source of the sound, you found Ale working to put her pants back on, her bare back to you. You propped yourself against the headboard as you watched on, biting your lip at how Ale’s tattoos deliciously shifted over her rippling muscles. She picked something up from the floor before she turned towards the bed and you caught sight of the darkening marks on her neck and chest. When she saw you looking at her, she smiled, a little bashful, which you returned in kind.

“What time is it?” You cringed at how you croaked out the words.

“Early. You should go back to sleep.” Ale said, putting her bra on as she kept your gaze.

You hummed. “I could say the same for you.”

Ignoring what she said you sat up on the bed, allowing the sheets to slide down and settle by your waist as you stretched. Ale’s eyes wandered to your chest which, you supposed, bore the same marks you could see on hers, and you relished the attention. Once she found your eyes again, you sent her a knowing smirk before you left the bed, headed to the closet where you grabbed the nearest fresh shirt you had, and tossed it to Ale. 

Without even looking at the shirt, she caught it with ease. You raised your brow, both in question and in wonder. In response, Ale just smiled innocently at you. Ale pulled the shirt over her head, hiding the marks from view, then she moved towards you, her eyes dark and shining with intent.

Your body remembered last night’s endeavours before you did: every nerve in your skin lit up in anticipation for Ale’s touch, a fuse waiting for a spark. She laced an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to her front with a strength that left you breathless, her clothed body firm against your bare flesh. Without your heels she almost towered over you that you had to stand on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the words she spoke against your temple.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I have to go.”

You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. But what did you expect? You knew what you were getting into last night–you knew this was meant to only be a one-time thing. Besides, you were never one for relationships anyway; all your dalliances were brief and fleeting, ending before they ever got serious. Still, something about Ale pulled you to her, a force that compelled a desire to get to know her. The logical part of you already accepted the fact that you’d probably never see her again after this, but a small part of you wanted to rebel and resist that fate. 

Unsurprisingly, logic won out.

“I shouldn’t keep you, then,” you whispered against her collarbone. Ale shivered and that made you smile: it’s good to know you weren’t the only one still feeling the effects from the previous night.

“You’re not making this easy,” she whined and you laughed. 

“Alright, alright. I guess it’s time for me to let you go.”

There was a moment of silence but not an uncomfortable one. You looked at her, soaked in how her features caught the morning light, how her fair hazel eyes almost appeared like twin golden suns. You were tempted to kiss her lips then but you settled for a chaste one on her cheek instead. “Keep the shirt, to remember me by and… a thank you for last night. It was wonderful.”

“I had a good time, too,” she hummed, a small smile on her lips. 

You returned her smile, and then you gently pushed her away as you took a step back. “Go, Ale.”

Ale stood there for a moment more, took one last look at you, gave you one last smile and she was out of the bedroom. When you heard the front door shut, you sighed again as something akin to regret settled in your bones. Maybe you should’ve at least asked for her number…

“So… did you have fun?” A deep voice filtered through the speaker before you saw the familiar mop of blonde hair and blue eyes on your screen. You rolled your eyes at his dry tone but you smiled nonetheless.

“Oh hi, Derek, I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking!”

Derek gave you an unimpressed look. “Come on. I need details cause that club was exclusive for a reason. So, did you hook up with someone?”

“Dude, stop! That’s so–” you shook your head, a palm over your face. You swore if he wasn’t family you would’ve… you breathed through your nose. “Thank you for the pass and everything but I’m not obligated to tell you shit.”

“Fine, I see how it is. Just ‘cause I’m not there you’re keeping secrets from me now, huh?” He raised an exaggerated eyebrow. 

“Then maybe you should’ve come here with me,” you retorted with faux annoyance. “What’s the point of you owning a house in Barcelona if you’re not going to use it? It’s literally rotting here! The fact that you haven’t even put any personal things in here is criminal!”

“And let this agency burn down to the ground while both of us are away? Pfft, yeah, right!” Derek scoffed. “You know it’s either you or me who can keep watch around here. Besides, the house can wait and you’re using it now, right? So, a win-win in my book.”

He was right but you weren’t about to tell him that so you opted to change the topic. “How are things on your end anyway?”

“Chaotic, as usual. And it doesn’t help we’re now down two–actually, three including you–of our best in the Spot News department.”

At that, you sat up from the couch, alarm and dread filled your body and you brought the phone closer to you. “Oh my god, did something happen?” 

Derek sighed heavily, his demeanour clouded over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was Jones and Gilda–they’re stable, don’t worry!–they got caught in a flash flood on the way to the base at their area. Sick with some minor injuries, Jones more so than Gilda, but thankfully they’re both okay.”

At that, you breathed out in relief. You were well acquainted with the dangers that came with your job but you could never get used to how quickly a situation could get from bad to worse. The mere thought was enough to turn your hands cold. 

“When did this happen?”

“Early morning today in our timezone.”

“Oh, fuck. Derek, why didn’t you call me?!”

“Dude, you’re on leave. And it’s not that I didn’t want to let you know, I just wasn’t about to wake you up in the middle of the night to give you this headache. I’m just about done with the paperworks anyway.” A moment silence, then Derek sighed. “You really chose the worst time to go on leave. You know, I had to send Jersey to start covering Spot.”

“Not my fault you authorised it. I was happy to wait another month, remember? Wait, so if Jersey is doing Spot, who’s doing Sports?”

“I know, I know, don’t remind me ‘cause I’m already regretting it. And no one’s doing it. Spot coverage is more important but–”

“–we get a decent sum from Sports, too,” you finished for him. You did some quick estimation in your head: a month or two without Sports could prove costly, too great of a sum to let go. You hummed, rubbing your chin, but it didn’t take you long to realise that you could help out, your mind immediately fleeted to your conversation with Ale and her suggestion.

“I’ll cover it, Derek.”

“No. You’re supposed to be enjoying your leave–”

“Derek.” You fixed a stern gaze at him, the one you knew that he knew meant your mind was made up. Then you proceeded to reassure him that it was fine, and then you told him about your plan. “Alright, then, I’ll leave the press passes to you.”

“I’ll e-mail them to you once I get ‘em, most likely by tonight your time. I–” 

“Derek, you got to see–” Another voice filtered through the speaker while you watched as Derek turned his head to the side and held his hand up to whoever it was before returning his focus back to you.

“Okay, as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, Robert just brought me a huge stack of paper so I’m going to bail.” 

“Alright. Have fun, you. Talk to you later.”

“Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. Kiss Mom for me when you see her.”

“I will. Love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”

After calling Jones and Gilda to ask about their condition and to send them your well wishes, you decided to spend the rest of your day at the nearby square and the beach. A day as good as this wasn’t meant to be wasted by staying inside so you grabbed several rolls of film and your beloved Leica camera before heading out. 

It was already late afternoon when you found yourself trudging along the shoreline of one of Barcelona’s beaches, appreciating the orange-tinged skies and how the gulls called from above. When you looked to the horizon, you found a mother and her little daughter paddle-boarding just a hundred meters from the shore. You could see almost no details in the shadows of their silhouette but the large setting sun framed them in such a way that you felt to take a shot of the moment. So you adjusted your aperture accordingly, pressed the viewfinder against your brow, lined up your shot, and pressed the shutter.

“I thought you looked familiar… And I was right.”

Your thumb froze over the advance lever when you heard someone speak from somewhere behind you. That voice… could it be?

You whipped your head over your shoulder and found none other than Ale standing there. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, a white opened blouse that put her toned abs and Nike sports bra on display, loose hair slightly damp, with a leash in one hand that lead to a small, fluffy dog. She also had on a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that she moved to the top of her head, revealing her hazel eyes that captivated your gaze immediately.

You could hardly believe your eyes and your luck; you already accepted her fleeting presence in your life but to meet her again in a city as big as Barcelona without any means of contact… that surely was nothing short of a miracle.

“Ale, hi! I–I never thought I’d see you again,” you said after you finally found your voice but as soon as the words left your mouth, your cheeks warmed. What were you supposed to say to a one night stand in this situation, especially when you clearly wanted it to happen again?

“Me neither. I should thank Nala for dragging me out here.” Ale grinned as she glanced down at her dog by her feet. You crooned as you bent down, then you offered your hand first and only after Nala licked your knuckles did you proceed to pet her.

“Thank you, Nala, for taking your owner for a walk.” At that, a hearty laugh came from Ale which caused Nala, who seemed to be overjoyed by the sound of her owner’s delight, to yip and wag her tail. And just as quickly as she had, she seemed to get bored and began to bound forward, urging Ale to move as well so you stood up, brushed the sand from your palms, and fell in step with her. 

For a moment, the space between you was filled by the sound of the waves, the sound of the shifting sand beneath your feet, and the ever-bustling noise from the city. Then you recalled your conversation with Derek this morning.

“I thought about what you said, about covering women’s football. I’m going to be given a press pass for a match, not sure which one they’ll give me, though. But do you know of any big matches coming up?”

“Really? That’s great! Do you have any particular team in mind or…?”

“Research is still on my to-do list so no, not really. I’m all ears for suggestions, though.”

“I see. Well, there is this match coming up: Real Madrid and Barcelona. Since you don’t know, there’s rivalry between the two teams so any match between them tends to get crowded. You should come watch.” 

“That sounds like a good one. I hope that’s what they’ll get me into. Will you be there?”

“I hope so, too. And yes, I’ll be there.” As she said this, her eyes shone with a glint not dissimilar to what you saw in them the night you met. Her lips tilted to the side, closed but quirked at the corners like she was holding in a laugh. If it weren’t already clear that night, it was now–you were definitely missing something here.

“What?” You asked, confused. What was she not telling you? But at the question, Ale only let out a small giggle, grinning as she did so.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, shaking her head. You didn’t believe her but you let it slide one more time and the fact that she looked so distracting didn’t help either.

She had her head turned to you, her loose hair framed her face and strands fluttered in the cool, ocean breeze. You had to tilt your head up slightly to meet her eyes and, without any bidding, memories from that night and the morning after filtered through your mind: the way she held you against her, the way you wanted her to stay… maybe you should ask her if she was free tonight.

“–what do you have in mind?”

You blinked. “What?”

Ale threw her head back, letting out another hearty laugh before she looked at you and you saw amusement swimming in her eyes. Then, she continued with a smirk, “you asked if I was free tonight. I said yes. Or… was I not meant to hear that?”

Your ears and cheeks burnt while you internally cursed your slippery tongue.  That was smooth. Real smooth. “Ummm…”

You woke the next morning with a delicious soreness between your thighs, a pleasant reminder of the way Ale ravished you last night. Similar to the first morning after, you heard the rustling of clothes being put on. But before you could fully open your eyes, warmth from Ale’s lips branded the skin on your shoulder. 

“I have to go. See you next time?” Ale murmured softly. You shifted slightly to the side and you saw how the sunlight behind her gilded her hair with an amber halo and made her eyes appear like molten gold. 

Brushing a loose strand behind her ear, you hummed in confirmation and pressed your forehead sleepily against the sharp line of her jaw, closing your eyes as you did so and you whispered, “you know where to find me.”

[solecize]

  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: jungkook thinks he's helping you get over your fear of riding a horse and in reality, you're trying to get over your fear of asking out your childhood best friend. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 2.6k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. light use of foul language, friends to lovers, jungkook is a horse loving country boy, pure fluff 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. this could be read as a standalone drabble, but is an interlude in between "the dancefloor" and "the phone call" of the farmhouse series. find the full series here! 

  when jungkook found out that you were scared shitless of riding a horse, he made it his mission to help you get rid of your fear.

  you could only hide it for so long, dodging your friends’ invitations to join them on the trails. your sleepy town on the countryside was known for its stunning visuals, marked by crisp emerald woods, open fields and a river that wrapped around the borders. nothing felt more freeing than enjoying nature in the sweltering summer with wind in your hair.

  it wasn’t always like this, of course. you used to love riding as a little girl, having learned at a young age. however, as years went on, it fell to the back of your mind and the idea was now not only foreign, but frightening. 

  “you’re a full-blown equestrian,” you blinked at the shelf in front of you, full of a myriad of trophies, photos and framed ribbons in every colour of the rainbow.

  in his efforts to convince you to let him help you tackle your fears, jungkook asked you to come over. you were a bit hesitant for multiple reasons, especially when he began leading you to his bedroom, but you were surprised at what he wanted you to see. you were always distracted when you were with jungkook, sometimes by his charming smile and lip piercings, other times it was his chiseled arms decorated with tattoos. however, not today, as you peered into his room and your jaw dropped.

  jungkook stood with his arms crossed around his chest, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “well? if there’s anyone to help you with this, it’s me.”

  from eventing to cross-country, it was evident that jungkook was more than a well-seasoned equestrian. you glanced over at one framed picture, depicting jungkook in a cowboy hat and denim, hoisting a large, golden cup in his arms. beside him was his horse, leo, and his other arm held a helmet. you were in disbelief.

  “honestly, that’s really freaking impressive. no joke.”

   it was definitely not something you expected from jungkook, at least visually. if you didn't know him personally, you would be scared of him. big man with tattoos and piercings, strong gaze. at the end of the day, though, his energy was nothing short of boy-next-door with a heart of gold. it was endearing, seeing pictures of him lovingly hold his favourite horse.

  “then, you can trust me. i’ll be a great teacher.” jungkook grinned.

  you sighed. “i don’t know -”

  “you used to love riding! you’re just nervous, we can fix that fast,” jungkook insisted and you weren’t sure if it was the array of awards in front of you or his countryside charm, but you grew more and more convinced.

  or, maybe it was because you were standing in jungkook’s bedroom and the idea of it made your stomach flutter with butterflies. it was worrisome to be spending even more time with jungkook amidst your seemingly unresolved feelings. it only added to the anxieties surrounding getting on a horse for the first time in years.

  you weren’t sure if you could even call what you had for jungkook to be romantic feelings. he was your closest friend, but over the past few weeks, the two of you found yourself constantly in situations that made your heart pound and you couldn’t begin to understand why. however, he gave you the kind of mixed signals that made you question everything you were thinking. for now, the only thing you could do was push forward and prioritize your friendship. it was hard, moving back into town and finding out that your childhood best friend got hot.

  “let me be a good friend and help you out,” he said, turning around and gesturing for you to follow him. you had to swallow the “f” work like poison.

  it was perhaps these conflicting thoughts that led you to follow jungkook to the back of his house, sending waves of relief through your body to be away from such an intimate space like his room. you were too scared to even look around when you were there, only barely making it past the door frame and peeked your head in to see his shelves.

  it didn’t clock in, though, that jungkook was leading you to his stables.

  jungkook looked up at the sky, “it’s a beautiful day,” he half-sang, nudging you.

  the golden rays of the summer sun were blinding and hugged your entire body, while the light breeze in the atmosphere painted a picture perfect scene to head to the trails. you didn’t realize you were pouting until jungkook noticed and laughed at you. 

  “i can’t believe i’m doing this,” you muttered, as you took in the sights.

  the jeon family built their stables generations ago and while you were unaware of jungkook’s equestrian success, you knew that they were always known for owning a number of beautiful horses, partly because jungkook’s father used to be heavily interested in breeding horses. the two of you trudged over, as you entered the tack room. the storage area held space for miscellaneous equipment, like saddles, bridles and other grooming equipment.

  jungkook suddenly turned around and gave you a once over, which you raised your eyebrows at. did he just check you out? he noticed your expression and his ears tinted the slightest shade of pink.

  “oh, uh, sorry. i just wanted to make sure you were wearing appropriate clothing to ride,” he awkwardly scratched his neck and you nodded - a little too vigorously - in understanding.

  “i should be fine,” you replied, forcing a chuckle. you were wearing leggings and a t-shirt, as well as a pair of boots. you’d just finished work for the day and you always opted for comfortable clothing.

  he then passed you a helmet and a body vest for you to slip on. “see! that’s the spirit,” jungkook encouraged, snickering when you sent him a death glare in response.

  with the necessary equipment in his arms, jungkook waited for you to adjust your riding gear before leading you to the stalls. 

  “you know leo, this here is orion and that’s astra. . .” he introduced, gesturing to each horse. “and this is virgo. you’ll be riding her today.”

  “wait - all of your horses are named after constellations.”

  you stared at jungkook, who stared blankly at you right back. astronomy was your life-long hobby, which you introduced jungkook to as kids. at around age nine or ten, you couldn’t go more than a little while without mentioning your love for it in a conversation. now, when you left town years ago, the jeon family had a sizeable number of horses that was likely impossible for just jungkook to maintain on his own. none of these horses were ones you met before. these names were recent and after you were gone.

  it was as if a lightbulb went off above jungkook’s head, as his expression turned sheepish, “oh, yeah. i ended up having to sell our old horses when i didn’t have the money or time to care for them. these beauties came along within the past few years and the constellation theme just kinda came about.”

  “i wonder from where,” you commented dryly.

  jungkook rolled his eyes. “don’t get a big head. i just thought it sounded cool,” he brushed it off, but he was now pink in the cheeks.

  you didn’t tease him further - mostly because he began setting up the bridle and you realized you actually had to ride the horse. she was a beautiful morgan horse of a deep chestnut colour and looked similar to your childhood horse, marshmallow. it was unfortunate that you never got to say goodbye to marshmallow, as he passed away in between your last summer in town and your recent move back.

  finally, you, jungkook and virgo were outside. the fields behind his house were vast and you could see pops of yellow throughout, indicating specks of sunflowers. you turned to jungkook, a pout on your face.

  “wipe that frown off, it makes you look ugly,” jungkook said.

  “wow, you think i’m pretty then?” you retorted, making sure that your pout became more exaggerated.

  “shut up. are you ready?” he rolled his eyes. “don’t forget, it’s all about communication and trust between you and the horse. safety is key, so always approach calmly and confidently. you remember the basic aids and how to mount?”

  you looked at him, then at virgo, and back to jungkook again. you didn’t verbalize it, but you were essentially frozen in your tracks. you were pretending that you weren’t by goofing around, but you were scared shitless. even though you were trying to hide it, it was obvious that jungkook saw right through you.

  “what?” you asked innocently.

  jungkook groaned. “come on. you’ve done this before, you have nothing to be scared of.” he stopped his teasing and his features transformed with seriousness. he was genuinely trying to be encouraging at this point.

  you sighed. it wasn’t clear where this random fear came from, but imagining yourself on a horse made you feel like you were going to throw up. squeezing your eyes shut tight, you tried calming yourself down, while keeping the same image in mind.

  he was right, though. you weren’t a total beginner, you were just freaked out at the entire idea of getting on a horse. you took a deep breath and slowly approached virgo. you reached out for her reins.you then placed your left foot into the stirrup, while grasping onto the front of the saddle for support. then, in one swift motion, you swung your right leg over the horse’s back and gently settled yourself. you heard jungkook let out a low whistle.

  you shot a look at him. “what, am i doing something wrong already?” it was already getting hard for you to breathe at a consistent pace, even though your movements were efficient and one of the hardest parts was already over.

  “nah, not at all. you sure you’re actually scared?” jungkook asked. “you got on her like a pro with no directions! no mounting block, too!”

  “you never offered one,” you hissed. “and no, i’m not scared. i’m only shaking for no reason. just something i like to do.” this was through gritted teeth, as you looked out in the distant horizon to distract yourself. virgo was calm and didn’t scare you off in any way, but you knew that if you looked down, you were going to start freaking out.

  jungkook approached closer and you nearly flinched when he put a gentle hand on your own hand, where your knuckles were turning into the colour of paper from gripping the reins so tightly. you loosened the tenseness in your shoulders ever so slightly when he rubbed your hand in an attempt to calm you down.

  “you got this.”

  you gulped, finally meeting his eyes. they softened at the contact and you felt your heart begin to race again - but this time, it wasn’t because of the horse. 

  he inspected your form and nodded in satisfaction. “looks good. you might want to sit up a bit straighter.”

“like this?” you moved ever so slightly, but froze when virgo shifted underneath you.

  jungkook chuckled. “relax. just like this.” 

  nothing could have prepared you for the way he reached over, gently placing his hand on your torso and helping you with your posture. your heart began pounding and you looked away again.

  “better,” he murmured, hands still on your waist. then, realizing that he’d been in the same position for a little too long, retracted his arms like fire. if you weren’t losing your mind, you would have laughed at him.

  eventually, like jungkook insisted, you got the hang of things in no time. knowing how to ride wasn’t something you could just forget, but ridding yourself of your anxieties was a different beast to tackle. you had to admit, it was so much easier with jungkook’s help. he cracked jokes and the way his tattoos decorated his muscular arms in broad daylight were incredibly distracting, but he was patient and kind to you.

  by sundown, you were confident enough to see the trails with jungkook. the two of you went and at the end of the evening, you made it to the top of a hill with him. the sight was nothing less than breathtaking. there was just something so captivating about the way the clouds faded against streaks of lilac and the wide fields felt infinite. jungkook stood just a few feet away from you, with his horse, leo, at his side and was also looking out at the skyline.

  you gazed outwards in admiration. "getting over my fears was so worth the view."

  "i would never, ever trade this view for anything. i love it here," jungkook sighed. "in town, you get to see the stars and the fields and everything with no bright lights or loud cars."

  and, it was true. there was a beauty that could only be found at the top of a hill in a small town surrounded by nothing but dirt and water. regardless, even if it was just dirt and water that bordered your tiny town, it was dirt and water that could have been handcrafted by mother nature herself. there was a certain serenity found in watching the sunset in the countryside with a man that made your stomach turn with butterflies every time you looked in his eyes. you smiled to yourself and to virgo, as if there was a secret shared between you both about jungkook.

  “i told you to believe in me,” he remarked, eying the way you patted virgo. “you’re no city girl. you’re meant to be out here with m - uh, us.”

  you couldn’t turn your head faster after your ears perked up at the last word. was he going to say “me” and stopped himself? jungkook cleared his throat and looked away once more.

  “yeah. . .maybe i am,” you replied, biting your lip. 

  “you should’ve seen yourself!” jungkook suddenly exclaimed, nearly bouncing off his feet. “you were great and virgo loves you. hell, you’re better with her than any of the boys are - she almost trampled jimin one time.”

  you scoffed. “and you thought it would be a good idea to let me practice with her? you know, if you wanted to kill me today, just say that.”

  “but you survived,” jungkook smiled, stepping ever so slightly towards you. without hesitation, he brushed a hair away from your eyes.

  you hoped he didn’t notice your breath completely stopping. bravery was forever a challenge to catch and bottle up like a firefly, seemingly impossible to have at times. it took bravery to face your fears today. somehow, the next words that came out of your mouth took even more.

  after a beat, you found your voice. “jungkook. . .” you trailed off and he looked at you, curiously. “do you. . .wanttogetdinnerthisweekend?”

  the words were jumbled and rapid, spilling out of your mouth. you thought you tripped over them, given jungkook’s raised eyebrows. you opened your mouth to repeat yourself, but he then broke out into a smile.

  “yes. yes, of course.”

  bravery came in many forms, whether it was falling for your best friend or taking a dive out of a plane. it lived in every sunset that dared to be more beautiful than the last and the leaps of faith sleeping within someone that would never see the light of day without the right person to push them forward.

[swearphil]

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

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what are your fav buddie au’s? i’m looking for like cute/ mild angst but with a happy ending? for reference i like the au’s where neither one of them is a firefighter, like they’re a chef or a barista or a teacher, stuff like that! but i also like when one of them is a firefighter and one isn’t! honestly im not picky i’m just on a “fluff buddie getting together au” kick right now lol!!!❤️❤️❤️

well you have come to the right place! au's my most beloved. i'm also known as the au queen 😂 (since i'm combining these asks, i'll put which one's are angsty) i tried to stick to more “normal jobs” so i hope these are what y’all are looking for <33 as always if anyone else has other recs, please feel free to add them!

pick a star on the dark horizon (follow the light) Bob_loblaws_lawblog @bi-buckrights (army buddie/angsty)

winner takes it all buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew) | (hockey buck/baseball player eddie/ light angst)

now our love lives in the radio | heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (college au/ radio host buck/ fluffy)

traded | Princessfbi @princessfbi (hockey buck/ bartender eddie/ light angst)

falling for you (when you're miles away) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (long distance relationship/ buck is a course teacher for LAFD/ angst)

cordolia verse (bakery au) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (baker!eddie/barista!buck/ fluff)

kiss me before it's over (if only for a minute) | Bob_loblaws_lawblog @bi-buckrights (baseball buddie/light angst)

come love, | colonoscopys (business man buck meets bodyguard eddie/ angsty)

don't play games (come my way) | letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (buisnessmen buddie/light angst)

a wednesday in a café (i watched it begin again) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (nurse!eddie/firefighter buck/coffee shop au/fluff)

made your mark on me (a golden tattoo) | heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (tattoo artist!eddie/fluffy)

wastin' my time when it was always you |heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (childhood friends to lovers/navy seal buck/angsty)

eyes like sinking ships (in waters so inviting) |heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (lifeguard!buck/more fluff than angst)

falling slowly; sing your melody (i’ll sing it loud) |Princessfbi @princessfbi (musician!buck/bodyguard!eddie/angsty)

hearts, hooves, and healing | mansikka @redlightsandicedtea (neither are firefighters/horse sanctuary/fluffy)

your name is written in the sand | lecornergirl @clusterbuck (lifeguard!buck/fluffy)

let my ink stain your pages |letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (author!buck/detective!eddie/fluff & angst)

steppin' into fate | r_holland @onward--upward (hockey buddie/fluff & angst)

i don't mind waiting (if it's for you) | Princessfbi @princessfbi (detective!eddie/bartender!buck/angsty)

a picture is worth a thousand words (but love is undefinable) |extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @extasiswings @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (model!buck/photographer!eddie)

teardrops could be bottled | Princessfbi @princessfbi (model!buck/photographer!eddie)

string of hearts...| ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (plant shop owner buck/firefighter eddie/fluff)

what if you're someone i just want around... |ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (boxer!eddie/firefighter buck/angsty)

pin me to the wall, i'm an art piece | whiskis @angela-feelstoomuch (models buddie/fluff & angst)

cowboys, jorts and building shit |Ineedapuppyandsomevodka (houseflipper!buck/carpenter!eddie/fluffy) @ineedapuppyandsomevodka

frequent flyer | whileyouresleeping @whileyoursleeping (eddie is a firefighter/buck is not/fluff)

coastlines | browney3dgirl6 (surfer-shopowner!eddie/firefighter buck/ agnsty) a lil self promo; i would list more but 99% of what i write is au's like this 😅 if you want me to make a separate post of all of them, just lmk 🫶🏻)