#ok actually he was v polite he leaned back and when he realized my leg was there he looked back like he was checkin it was okay

[byanyan]

he loves invading my personal space

[anachronistic-falsehood]

AO3 WRAPPED NUMBER 29 but i want u to give me ur top 3. or top 5 if u have a lot

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

MAC MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE!!! my top fav passages i've written this year.... this is gonna take a while to answer i have so so many to choose from omg.... i'm gonna put this under a cut bc it is going 2 be Long (also i am going 2 tag u because idk if u have seen it yet and i v much want u to see the dstuck passage i'm posting it's got wilbur in it :3 @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone )

3: this one is from my ctubbo oneshot titled Harlequin that i wrote on impulse in early september. mac idk if u have read it but u should i think u would like it :3 the style of it is v experimental in a lot of places but i had SOOOOO MUCH FUN writing it and it's kinda angsty but the ending is sweet and i reread it and was like ;-; this fic was very much me projecting onto ctubbo OK HERE'S A QUICK PASSAGE :3

Tommy is your brother, you think, but not in the way he and Wilbur are brothers. They’re brothers in general, two different souls who experienced such different walks of life and stick together regardless, who follow each other to the ends of the earth no matter how wrong or bad one of them thinks the other is.

You and Tommy are more like... kindred spirits. Brothers in war, allies in politics, victims of abuse who pull each other up by your boot straps and lean on each other so you can keep going side by side.

It’s never just Tommy, or just Tubbo. It’s always Tommy and Tubbo.

Like one name.

TommyandTubbo. TubboandTommy. T+T.

Brothers in experience. Partners in life. Two sides of the same coin. Inseparable.

But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You’re part of the same coin, but people look at you and see two heads, one on each side, no tails. Nothing at all to differentiate the two.

You could draw horns on one side and a white streak on the other, but at the end of the day they always see two copies.

When people run into you, they ask “Where’s Tommy?” “Do you know where Tommy’s been lately?” “What’s Tommy up to?”

You can’t always answer that.

For as much as you’re inseparable, sometimes you’re both alone for a bit. You always come back around like two magnets drawn to each other until something or someone yank you apart again.

You don’t like being a copy.

You don’t even know if Tommy realizes that’s what you are.

Tommy and Tubbo.

The main character and his sidekick.

He called you the main character once, during the Disc Confrontation, and himself the sidekick, and hearing that

it

actually made you

relieved.

Even if everyone else sees you as a second quieter Tommy, he doesn’t.

That counts for something.

2: MY VASHWOOD FIC Just As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You MY BELOVED <3 ughhhh writing this was so sad i genuinely cried doing it. the moment wolfwood remembers vash is what gets me. ik you've read it already but here's that one little passage here for u just for funzies <3 NOW CRY!!!!!!

The video stops.

Vash snaps his gaze to Rosewood. He’s trembling like a wet cat, hand poised over the spacebar. His breath hitches once, twice. He turns to Vash, slowly, just as tears begin to spill down his cheeks.

“What the hell, Needle Noggin,” he whispers. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Uncertainty is the only thing Vash can respond with. He steps closer, hand hovering over Rosewood’s shoulder. “I... don’t...”

Rosewood pushes the chair back, wooden legs scraping across the floor, doubles over, and buries his face in his hands. Vash takes that as a signal to do something, so he rests his hand on Rosewood’s back. After the comfort Rosewood gave him last night, it’s the least he can do, really.

Rosewood chokes back a sob. “I shouldn’t know these people,” he says, voice thick with tears. “How... do I know them? How do I know you?”

Vash’s heart leaps into his throat. He kneels in front of the chair so he’s level with Rosewood. “Do... Do you...”

Rosewood looks up, an angry furrow in his brow, even he wipes tears from his eyes. The expression is so incredibly Wolfwood that Vash doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“This past week has been fucking torture, Spikey. You—I saw you leave church last Sunday, and I didn’t even see any of this,” he gestures to Vash in general, the spikey hair, the glasses, the scars, “but you just—you stuck in my head and I couldn’t explain why. I... I still can’t.” He gives a wet laugh. “Humanoid Typhoon my ass. You’re more like a parasite.”

A lump forms in Vash’s throat, alongside something so bright and hopeful he feels dizzy with it. Hands shaking, unsteady like they’ve never been before, he reaches out, fingers brushing over Rosewood’s jaw. He wipes away a stray tear, stubble sharp beneath his thumb.

Rosewood sniffles, shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that, Needle Noggin. I can’t take it when you smile like that.”

Vash swallows. As quiet as can be, barely any breath behind his voice, he says

“Wolfwood?”

A sob rips itself from the throat of the man in front of him. Vash catches him as he lunges from his chair and into Vash’s arms, heaving cries pressed into his shirt. Vash holds him tight, hands clenched in his jacket. The black poncho remains on Vash’s lap, pressed between them. A stray tear soaks into the fabric. It takes Vash a moment to realize it fell from his own face.

He's never been so uncertain in his life.

But whatever this is, whatever he’s awakened in the priest in his arms, whether it’s real or a delusion, he wants to keep it.

He tucks his face into the crook between a neck and a shoulder, and he cries.

1: i think my fav thing i've written this year would be the tntduo chapter of dstuck that i sent you a while ago BUT since u have already read that and it's wayyyy too long to put in one post i am going to choose a different dstuck thing. most of the passages i wanna put here would involve MAJOR SPOILERS but i have one chatlog between wilbur and one of the cherubs i'm putting in there to kind of sort of replace cdream (i don't like ccdrm but his character is Important so i basically split him in two as a cherub and changed his name). honestly it was kind of a hard decision to change his name bc he's such an iconic villain but i think i did ok with still capturing his Evilness and his shitty asshole vibes ANYWAY this is one of my fav parts of this chapter i love writing chatlogs <3 tw for ummm some brief suicidal ideation bc it's cwilbur that's how it goes

hi wilbur! IO: Ah fuck, what do you want? can’t i just say hi and see how you’re doing? IO: I mean, I can’t stop you, I guess. you’re getting closer and closer to entering this game. isn’t that exciting? IO: Sure. you don’t sound excited. :( IO: What do you mean? This is the picture of excitement. IO: Look at me, I’m jumping up and down with joy at the prospect. liar. IO: Fuck you. hey, now don’t be rude! we’re friends, aren’t we wilbur? IO: We were, yeah. IO: When I was like, twelve. IO: But you started bad mouthing my bro and the rebellion and being all shitty and manipulative, and I literally tried to kms whben I was fourteen because of the shit you’ve said so like IO: No I wouldn’t say we;re friends. but we’re past that! i’ve changed, wilbur. IO: Yeah yeah so you keep fucking saying. if we’re not friends, why do you keep responding? IO: Because you’ll keep fucking bothering me until I do it's just because i want to talk to you. is that really so wrong? IO: Yeah IO: I know the shit that you did to my bro and I don’t fucking much appreciate it that was ages ago! come on, wilbur. you’ll get me out of here, won’t you? IO: If I could kill you I would. man, tough crowd. i think you’ll come around eventually. and even when i do get out of here without your help, your bro is the first one i’ll go for. i’m sure you know this, because it happened in your past. and then i’ll go for the little one. your pen pal. :) he is your bro, after all, and yeah, maybe the older one will slip through my fingers, but your pen pal? he's still young. your bro will get away from me when we’re both older, but your pen pal won’t defeat me while he’s just a kid, and i’m a GOD. :)

The chatlog closes on its own.

He used to be nice, but you think it’s just because he wanted to be your friend. Or, at least, pretend to be your friend. He filled you in on a lot of information about your future and the game, about your upcoming journey as a Bard of Heart, how destructive the class is, how you’re fated to destroy everything you’ve ever held dear and harm the people you love, the nuances of your aspect, the role you’re meant to play in this game.

He called you a supernova in the making, a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, a personified Chernobyl in your own right. It sounded kind of cool at the time, but it placed this heavy weight on your shoulders, this expectation for destruction.

You’re pretty sure he lied about most of the stuff he’s told you, but you can never be sure. You’re set on relying on Phil’s foresight to tell you your role now, although he doesn’t have all the answers. Still, it’s better than running in blind with your only guidance being the ravings of a madman from the distant future. He used to be so kind, it was hard not to believe him.

He wasn’t so kind when you had a sword at your own chest.

[doublekrecs]

More than Friends

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis: You and Spencer have gotten closer after that night of studying, pizza, and a little more. But could there be more growing between the two of you than just sex?

Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), p in v action, risky pictures, fluffy ending!

a/n: Uh oh the feelings train has arrived at the station. Nothing sad I promise. I'm glad you guys liked the first installment and I’m excited to be writing my first mini series. As alway enjoy!

Part 1

It was almost spring break, you and Spencer had been going at it like bunny rabbits since January. Speaking of which, that's what you were doing at the moment. You had helped him gain a little more confidence in himself through the ‘lessons’ which were more you both just trying new things you haven't done before and ruining every piece of furniture in your dorms. 

Ever since you taught Spencer how to properly eat you out he’s been feasting on you like his last meal. He’s taken his time to learn what you like and dislike, paying attention to what moves have you gasping and moaning little louder. You were currently spread out on the bathroom counter. Flowy sundress scrunched around your waist as he was on his knees drinking you up like water in the desert. 

One of your hands was tugging at his hair causing him to moan in your heat, bringing you more pleasure. His right hand was pumping two fingers inside you, curling to reach the spot that made you whimper. The other hand was holding your thigh open to stop it from closing around his head. Even though he’d love nothing more than to die between your legs. 

“Fuck Spence I’m so close baby,” you mewled grinding your hips on his face. His lips wrapped around your clit and fingers sped up their pace, making your orgasm wash over you. He slowed down slightly to help bring you down slowly. Feeling too sensitive you stopped his hand and pulled him up for a deep kiss. Moaning at the taste of him and yourself on his lips. 

He pulled away and you chased his slips slightly placing another quick kiss.

“Well that was one hell of a greeting,” you giggled, stepping down to fix yourself up in the mirror. 

His arms instantly wrapped around you, chin resting on your head. “Yeah well I like dessert before dinner sometimes,” he said smirking. 

You pushed him off before reaching for your makeup bag to add some finishing touches. “Well if you plan on actually going to dinner then leave me alone so I can get ready,” you said playfully scolding and pointing a mascara wand at him.

He raised his arms in surrender and turned to wait on the couch. Picking up one of the many spare books he left at your place. 

_

To say you guys had gotten close was an understatement. He had honestly turned into your best friend and you guys spent a lot more time together. There were many sleepless nights spent at each other's dorms and not just for sexy times. You stayed up learning everything about one another. Childhood memories to favorite films and biggest fears. He told you about his mom and his life growing up. Then you told him about yours, both shedding a few tears. That night as you fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms you knew it was different. 

There wasn’t much said about your growing closeness but it was mutually accepted and welcomed. Petnames grew outside of the bedroom. It was normal for you guys to slip a “babe” or “sweetheart” somewhere in conversation. Same with holding hands, Spencer had mentioned he had a thing with germs but he made an exception for you and always found comfort in holding your hand when walking down the street or being cuddled up on the couch. 

Even your professor had noticed. Besides noticing the improvement in your grade due to the study sessions you'd been having with his trusty TA, the older man would smile when he saw you guys interacting. Either when you'd first enter class with two coffees in your hand, one for Spencer which would usually have post-it on the lid with a physics fact he obviously already knew. Or when you guys would leave together, he would hold your books in one arm and hold your hand with the other. 

_

The outing for tonight was to some new restaurant that opened up downtown. He opened the door for you and walked with his hand on your lower back as the hostess led you to a table. Completely ignoring you she kept her gaze on Spencer, practically the embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. He didn't seem to notice as he kept a polite smile until she walked off to bring you some waters. 

"I wonder if she noticed you're not dining alone?" you said looking up from your menu. 

"What do you mean?" he said looking confused.

You sighed, "Spence she was practically giving you the 'fuck me' eyes in front of me."

His eyes widened at the realization before clearing his throat and leaning in to whisper, "Obviously I didn't notice they don't work as good as yours." 

He comically winked which caused you to giggle just as the hostess was returning with the waters. Spencer took your hand in his rubbing this thumb over your knuckles before saying, "I think we're ready to order. Right babe?"

That sly dog. You nodded and proceded to set your orders with a now pissed off worker, biting your cheek not to laugh at the bitter look on her face. Conversation flowed like normal after a different server brought out your meals. 

"So are you going to see your mom for spring break?" 

He perked up at the thought before diving into his last conversation with his mother. He had told her a little about your relationship and sent her a polaroid of you he took while you guys went bowling. He mentioned she was doing really well this month and it was a perfect time for him to visit. 

"She says she'd want to meet you someday," he said with a little tint of pink on his cheeks. 

"From what I’ve heard she sounds so lovely. You better tell her that I'm expecting a book full of embarrassing baby pictures."

You both laughed at the thought before Spencer asked what your plans for the break were.

"I'm uh not going anywhere. My family is a lot more focused on my older siblings since they're married and have kids to take back home and visit," you said playing with the rice on your plate.

"Well there's a few days before break starts so I say we make the most of them together before I leave," he said with a large smile. 

You nodded and carried on with dinner. Afterwards you guys went on a walk through the park across campus before picking up some ice cream and making your way back to his place. 

_

Watching a movie on the couch quickly turned into a heated makeout session. Spencer now let his hands wander freely. Slipping under your dress to rub small circles on your ribs then running down to squeeze your behind. His lips traveled to your neck as he sucked faint marks and bit the skin. You let out moans at the feeling of his lips and growing erection grinding against your warm center. 

Your hand was at the nape of his neck playing with the hair that had gotten longer giving slight tugs. He pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before sitting up on his knees. 

You got up on your elbows before asking, "What's that big brain of yours thinking of?"

"I want to try something new." 

"Alright I'm all ears Spence."

He took a deep breath before spilling what he was thinking, "Would it be weird to um take pictures.."

You looked at him confused since you were sure the flip phone he carried around didn't have the best quality. He reached for his bag and pulled out his polaroid camera before he continued, "I'm uh gonna miss you when I leave, even though it's just for a week. And you always look really pretty when we do stuff."

"I'm sure I look like a dream, all sweaty and gross," you snorted. "But thank you Spencer," you smiled, "I'm ok with it as long as they're for your eyes only."

He crossed his heart and leaned back in to kiss you before pushing down the straps of your sundress. He moved away so you could push it down your legs, leaving you braless with just a pair of back undies with a lace trim. You would have worn a better set had you known about the impromptu photoshoot. 

He took a few pictures of you with your hands on your breasts. He had you sit in his lap while he shot some with one of his hands right on your ribs. And some of you spread out on the couch giving the camera lust filled eyes. That was until you both got antsy and sped into his bedroom. The camera was placed on his bedside counter and instantly forgotten with the new mission of him grabbing a condom. You laid back on the soft pillows as you watched him pump himself to hardness and slip it on. 

He crawled on the bed and made his place between your legs. You then reached over and grabbed the camera to snap a picture of your own, "Keep going."

He aligned himself with your center and pushed in a little. The stretch always making both of you gasp. Just then he heard a *click*. Out came a tiny photograph of the place where you were both connected. Setting the camera down in its place, Spencer took it as a signal to start moving. 

He leaned down so he was resting on his elbows. The close contact had you looking deep into each other's eyes. Big brown eyes were dark, just a ring of the color you loved so much visible. Your arms were wrapped under his clawing at his back. He hissed at the feeling and started to thrust into you quicker. 

Your head fell back in pleasure as your moans got louder. He was buried into the crook of your neck, you could hear and feel his heavy breathing on your shoulder. Your arms untangled from behind him as you placed your hands on his face to bring his lips to yours. It was deep and rough but there was a hint of something more there. Need? Passion?

You pulled away for air but stayed close enough that you shared the same breath. He didn't let up on his pace. You could feel every inch inside of you hitting spots you'd never felt before. He could feel your walls clenching around him signaling your incoming release. 

"I'm not gonna last much longer Y/n. I need you to cum for me sweetheart." His hand went down to rub quick circles on your clit. 

"Ah Spence I'm cumming," you gasped out connecting your lips together. 

His thrusts started faltering and you felt him spill into the condom. You disconnected from the kiss as he fell on the bed next to you. He went to discard the condom and came back to wrap you in his arms. 

Your head was resting on his chest as you traced little shapes with your fingers. You both shared the comfortable silence before he spoke up. 

"Hey I was thinking, what if you came with me to Vegas," his hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back but you stopped with your shapes. 

"I.. Spencer are you sure?", you asked sitting up to look at him. 

"Yeah why not. I don't want to leave you here alone. But maybe I can introduce you to my mom," he cleared his throat, "as my girlfriend."

You sat there in a little shock and he started to ramble, "Or maybe not. It was a dumb idea. Just ignore what I said-"

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a huge kiss. "I'd love to go! And I'd love nothing more than to be your girlfriend, genius."

You both laid back down but he quickly grabbed the camera and turned it around to face the two of you. You pressed your lips to his cheek and he put on a bright smile for the camera to capture. The little piece of film came out and you both looked like you were glowing, with more than just the fuzzy feeling after sex.

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Flufftober Day 21

Disclaimer! I was planning a 100 word Drabble and I got quite carried away and ended up writing an entire one-shot fic. My thanks to @otherworldsivelivedin and @penpanoply for the positive feedback and the encouragement to post it, so here it is. Read the fic at ao3! 

October 21 prompt: “I don’t understand” (Boyfriend Material)

Oh! You Pretty Things

Luc, mon caneton. You and Oliver are free Sunday, yes?”

I try to remember if we actually have anything planned for Sunday, other than a good shag and French toast. Maybe followed by another shag.

“Uh.”

“Magnifique. You shall come to Judy’s.”

“What?”

“Judy’s piscine. You must come see.”

“Listen, Mum, I know you two have been friends for a long time, but I draw the line at anything involving Judy pissing.”

“Do not be so silly. Put me on the shouting phone.”

“Speakerphone?”

“Oui.”

“Fine,” I huff as I switch my mobile over. She’s given up talking to me it seems.

“Oliver, Luc is speaking nonsense. Judy has a new piscine and you must come in your Speedo on Sunday.”

“He’s not showing up in a Speedo, Mum. And most certainly not to do anything involving pissing!”

“Piscine is a swimming pool,” Oliver murmurs helpfully.

This makes things a bit clearer, but still not in any way appealing.

“It sounds like it could be fun,” he adds.

Fuck it all.

“See, it is a done deal as you say,” Mum chimes in. “Do not forget the Speedo, Oliver.”

“Mum, why the sudden obsession with swimwear?”

“Your boyfriend has style, mon cher. Oliver would not wear those ridiculous pantalons you insist on wearing to the sea.”

“They’re called swim shorts.”

“Pah, even the name is foolish. I do not understand you. All the gays they wear the Speedo. Why do you not want your boyfriend in one? He is attractive, non?”

“Well, yes, but you see . . .” I flounder as Oliver’s eyebrow goes up and his lips quirk. “Mum, that’s not the point . . .”

“Ah. I see now. You do not like the other men to see your Oliver like that. It is not good, the jealousy, Luc.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“There will not be gays to flirt with your boyfriend, mon cher. It is just Judy and me. I will make my special summer curry.”

“No, Mum, for the love of God, no.”

It’s jarring to realize that what I’d once considered to be the Mount Everest of my Mum’s culinary crimes was actually just a runner-up Mount Kilimanjaro--that she’d lulled me into thinking the special curry was the pinnacle of toxicity, while unbeknownst to me the summer curry had been lurking in the deeper waters.

I know I’m mixing my metaphors and I don’t care–they still aren’t as unfortunate a combination as any of my mother’s curry ingredients.

“Sunday, Luc.”

There’s an edge to Mum’s voice that promptly disappears as soon as she directs her words to Oliver again. “Oliver, do not let my son wear the pantalons. Take him shopping for a proper maillot de bain, oui?”

“Oui. A bientôt, Odile,” Oliver replies.

I end the call with a little more zeal than necessary. Meaning my mobile flies out of my hands and skitters across the floor.

“You can’t be serious about this.” I give Oliver my keenest glare. “Speedos and summer curry?”

“What is this vendetta against swimwear?” Oliver asks, boldly ignoring the curry issue, the smirk on his face threatening to raise my blood pressure by double digits.

“It’s not a vendetta.”

“Then?” He nudges my knee with his bare foot. It makes me weak under the best of circumstances but I do my best to hold onto my indignation.

“It’s nothing.” The words come out petulant. Lovely. I sound like a sullen teenager.

“It’s obviously something.” Oliver slides his toes under my leg. It’s unfair, it really is. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be averse to the thought of me in a Speedo.”

His foot burrows further under, his toes now brushing against the inside of my thigh and my brain is overwhelmed with an image of that v-cut of his diving down into a black Speedo and it’s all my mother’s fault, which really shouldn’t be something that’s remotely allowed to be in the same sentence with v-cut.

“It’s not you,” I say, with the inevitable follow up of “It’s me.”

“How so?”

“Ok, so I know Speedos are basically the required beach couture for our demographic, but it’s not ever been something I’ve felt works for, you know,” I wave a hand at myself, “me.”

“And why not?”

I stare at him. “Listen, I know for a fact you’ve seen me naked, more than once, so you should be able to figure that one out for yourself, Oliver.”

“I’m not following you, Lucien.”

Splendid. I’m going to have to spell it out. “I don’t have the . . . well, the physique to pull off wearing one.”

I also don’t have the confidence of middle aged, paunchy French men, but that’s beside the point.

His toes do this wiggle that’s borderline pornographic.

“Lucien.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t Lucien me about this. I’m not built for a Speedo and I damn well am not about to go prancing around in one at Judy’s blasted piscine.”

I give him a side-long glance.

He’s got that creased forehead look he gets when he’s thinking of how to politely reply to some asinine thing I’ve said. I’m intimately familiar with it.

“Look, it’s fine, Oliver. We’ll go to Mum’s disaster of a pool party, swim in whatever monstrosity Judy’s installed at her estate, bathe in eau de wet dog for a few hours thanks to the spaniels. Eat the blasted summer curry and deal with the inevitable intestinal horror show to follow.” I narrow my eyes at him. “But I draw the line at the Speedo.”

Oliver has the audacity to smirk at me again. “For you or for me?”

“What?”

“For you or for me? I understand you may have reservations about wearing one—reservations I find quite concerning from a body-image standpoint, which we should probably address at some point in time—but I will support your devotion to modesty, as long as you comprehend the fact that I, for one, would not be averse to the sight.”

He’s completely lost me. “The sight of what?”

There’s that soft look. I’m becoming intimately familiar with that one as well.

Then his toes start doing that wiggly thing against my inner thigh again and I’m not sure if I’m turned on or still quivering with righteous indignation.

Right, I’m turned on.

“Of you, Lucien. You in a Speedo. Or swim shorts. Or an oversized t-shirt and hedgehog pants.”

Oliver slides his leg fully under my arse and somehow unbalances me enough that I end up sprawled in a heap on his chest. He’s not wearing a shirt so I’m not about to complain, although I do let out an involuntary squawk as I thump against the broad and luxurious expanse of his pecs.

He brushes the hair off my forehead, tracing his fingertips along my jawline until he’s cupping my face with his hand. “Whether we go or not is completely up to you,” Oliver says, grey eyes intense, yet achingly soft. “But you could be clad in a caftan and you’d still be beautiful to me.”

I should just take the compliment. I should crawl the rest of the way up his chest and kiss him breathless.

I don’t, of course.

“That could be arranged, you know. James Royce-Royce has a lovely chartreuse caftan. I’m certain he’d let me borrow it for the noble cause of seducing my Speedo-clad boyfriend in full view of my mother and her barmy old harpy of a best friend. The spaniels will be scandalized.” I can’t help grinning at him.

He grins right back, a silver glint in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’ll have to disappoint you then.”

“What? How will you resist my boyish charm? I’ll have you know that caftan brings out the green of my eyes.” I bat my eyelashes.

“I’m certain it does.”

“Then what are you on about?”

“I’m afraid I must dash your hopes of a Speedo-clad seduction.”

“What? My caftan-clad allure isn’t going to do it for you after all?”

His smile widens. “Oh, I’m sure it will.” He leans down to press a kiss to the tip of my nose, which is one of the many ridiculously fond things he does that I’m becoming terrifyingly accustomed to.

Oliver tilts his head back, radiating amusement now. “I just don’t happen to own a Speedo.”

I drop my head on the pillow of his toned chest muscles and give a snorty laugh. “Whatever will my mother say?”

He gives a laugh as juvenile as mine as he replies. “Something very uncomplimentary about my pantalons, I’m sure.”

“We’re a disappointment to fashionable gays everywhere.”

“Speak for yourself.”

[lightsburnbrite]

Things We Do for Love: Part 6

Third part to Such a Thrill and The Devil is in the Details

Karina smiled as she sat on the sofa. They had decided on a 'supernatural/horror drama' series on Netflix and settled on the sofa once they'd finished dinner. Leon lay stretched out with his head in Karina's lap, completely content as she ran her fingers through his hair, gently grazing his scalp with her finger nails. 

When the credits began to roll on the third episode, Leon stirred. "It's getting kinda late."

"Bedtime?" Karina felt herself melt when Leon looked up at her.

He nodded and eventually moved off of her, offering a hand to help Karina stand as well. She surprised herself when she left out a yawn. "Babe, I'll be right in, I just want to get my meds ready for the morning."

Leon let out a small grunt of acknowledgement as he made his way towards the bedroom. He was in the middle of undressing when Karina walked in. She found herself stealing glances at him over her shoulder, staring at his back muscles as he moved. "Could you unhook me?"

"Hmm?" Leon turned around and approached Karina. "What'd you say?"

Karina smiled. "Could you unhook my bra for me?"

Leon nodded, workmanlike, and looked at her back, puzzled when he only saw a smooth band of fabric across her back. "But…?"

"The clasp is in the front." Karina gave a hopeful little smile as she turned to face him.

Biting his lip, Leon returned her smile before pulling Karina in for a kiss. He let his hands wander until they met the clasp which he effortlessly slid open. Karina wiggled out of her bra, throwing it over Leon's shoulder, before she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again.

"You sure about this?" Leon took a half step back to gauge her reaction. Karina nodded and then slipped out of her pants as if to emphasize her response. Moving his attention back to her neck, Leon kissed down along her collar bone as he gently nudged her closer to the bed. As soon as Karina felt the backs of her legs touch the bed, she moved her hands to the waistband of his underwear. Hooking her fingers on the elastic, she tugged just enough that his semi sprang free and sank to her knees.

"Can we please just-" He inhaled sharply, encouraging Karina to stand back up. "Maus, I need you so much." 

Leon gave Karina a gentle nudge so that she sat down on the bed. Karina pushed herself closer towards the middle and lifted her hips to help Leon as he slipped her underwear off. Leon had thoughts of what it would be like when he was finally able to be with Karina again. He'd imagined long and drawn out, sensual sex but in the moment, he found he couldn't hold back. He entered Karina brusquely prompting a surprised but not unhappy cry from her. Arms stretched out above her head, Karina reached for anything she could use to stead herself as Leon gripped her hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. 

"Y'ok?" Leon spoke in-between breaths, concerned that he was being too rough with her.

Arching her back, Karina wrapped her leg over Leon's hip. "Don't you dare stop." 

Leon smirked as he pulled out and sat back.

"What the fuck?" Karina sat up and glared at him until she realized that he was being cheeky. She pushed his shoulder and he allowed himself to fall back. As soon as his shoulders hit the mattress, Karina sat astride him, grinding her hips against him as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

"Fuck, Maus." Leon groaned as he felt himself release. "Damn."

  Karina leaned forward so that she was laying directly on top of him and rested her head on his chest for a moment. Eventually, she moved off to his side and laid out on her back, eyes trained on the ceiling.

Leon took his finger and traced over the words that adorned the skin right below the curve of her left breast. Saecula Saeculorum "What's this mean?"

"It's latin," Karina yawned. "Literally translated it says unto the ages of ages, but it's basically the concept of eternity."

He turned his attention to her neck, speaking in between his love bites. "What's it for?"

"A song I like." Karina closed her eyes and began running her fingers through his hair again.

Leon shifted himself so that he was closer to Karina, draping his leg over hers, and continued to suckle and nip at Karina's neck. A few whimpers escaped her lips as she stroked the back of his head. A sense of drowsiness overcame her and she knew she'd need to get up before she fell asleep.

"Leon?" Karina surprised herself with how small her voice sounded.

"Hmm?" Leon stopped only to kiss her.

Karina squirmed a bit but didn't really want to break away from him. "Babe, I need to pee."

"Fine." Leon feigned a frustrated groan as he separated from her completely.

Karina took the opportunity to clean herself up and get ready for bed while she was alone in the bathroom. She was in the middle of washing her face when Leon walked in to use the toilet as well. He found it slightly odd that Karina seemed to be attempting to shield her nakedness from him despite this being a regular nighttime ritual since before they were married. 

Walking up behind her, Leon let his hands graze along Karina's sides before encircling her waist. He kissed her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder. "You're beautiful, Maus. Don't try to convince yourself otherwise."

Rolling her eyes, Karina turned the faucet off and slipped out of his grasp. "Not really how I feel, especially standing next to you."

Leon followed Karina back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed after pulling a pair of underwear from the drawer. "Listen, I have found you attractive since I started noticing girls, but we won't tell your brother that."

"Have you talked to him about us?" Karina climbed into bed and moved behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "Does he know I'm here?"

Letting his shoulders drop, Leon shook his head. "I've been focused on figuring out where we're at first. I don't think I could bear telling everyone that you've come home but that you want nothing to do with me."

Karina wanted to say that it didn't surprise her at all, she even had a snarky little jab lined up as well, but she thought better of it. "Do you think he actually wants to see me or do you think he agrees with my parents."

"Honestly," Leon sighed as he turned to face Karina, getting himself settled in bed in the process. "I don't know. He's been pretty quick to shut me down whenever I tried to talk about you and he really encouraged me to move on when you left."

"Oh." Karina let out a little sigh as she nestled herself against Leon's side.

Leon draped his arm around Karina, letting his head rest against hers. "Listen, we've already talked about what would happen if Marius can't deal with our relationship, our marriage."

"I'm not worried that you'd let Marius come between us. For the longest time, I would check my phone everyday just to make sure I hadn't missed their call or something. I just don't understand how they can just decide to stop loving me. I'm trying really hard not to let that creep into the rest of my life but I feel like I'm always going to have this little voice that reminds me that I don't deserve to be loved." Although she had said this to Dr. Kattan, this was the first time Karina had told Leon about her perceived inadequacies and it was cathartic to finally put it out there. 

Leon gave her a squeeze. "And that's why you will always have my voice reminding you that I love you more than anything else in this world."

"I've missed you so much," Her voice quivered. "I'm so sorry for leaving you, Leon."

By now he was lightly grazing his fingertips along her arm. "I forgive you, Maus. Even if you decided that you were happier apart, I'd forgive you."

The next time Karina opened her eyes, she could see the sunlight streaming in the terrace windows. After blinking a few times, she let out a little laugh at actually sleeping through the night. Karina was tempted to stay in bed a bit longer but Leon was already up and she could hear him talking to someone and soon her curiosity got the better of her. Before she left the bedroom, the little black velvet box monogramed with KLM on the dresser caught her eye. 

Karina smiled when the light hit the pear shaped diamond flanked by smaller bead set ones that matched her v shaped wedding band. She slipped both on her finger, the two bands nesting in one another, and held her hand out in front of her to admire the setting. Leon had picked her engagement ring out and surprised her with it one night when they had gone to spend the weekend at the big house. It was late summer, almost autumn, and there happened to be a full moon so they could walk around the grounds after dinner. Leon waited until Karina was distracted and then he gave Elsa a little gift bag to hold in her mouth. As soon as Karina opened the box, Leon just smiled and raised an eyebrow. Karina simply wrapped her arms around his neck and then let him place the ring on her finger.

Wandering into the kitchen, Karina soon realized that Leon was talking to Elsa and Ember as he was getting their food ready.

"And what can I get Madam for breakfast this morning? Poached eggs on avocado toast? Perhaps a nice green smoothie?" Ember let out a little whine as she shifted her weight back and forth between her front feet, waiting for Leon to put her bowl down. "Ah yes, the kibble. An excellent choice."

Karina leaned against the doorway and smiled. "I hope the girls are being polite conversationalists."

"Maus." Leon smiled and held out his arm, welcoming Karina into an embrace. "Sorry I didn't wake you up, but…I know you haven't been sleeping well lately."

Closing her eyes, she breathed in his scent and smiled. "It's fine. Last night was the first time I actually slept through the night in, I guess since I left."

"Hmm. I wonder what was different about last night…" Leon smirked as he gave her backside a squeeze.

Karina giggled as she nestled herself in closer. "Ok, ok, I see your point. Have you made coffee yet?"

"Working on it." He took hold of Karina's hand as she stepped away but held on to it. "You're wearing your ring again?"

With a shrug, Karina playfully downplayed it. "Well, you did leave it out."

"I'm glad you didn't think I was being pushy." Leon pulled her in for a kiss. "I was looking at it the other night and forgot to put it away."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Karina leaned into Leon and sighed. "Do you really think we can go back to normal?"

"I think…we'll be better than normal." He squeezed her waist. "Even if you decide to dismiss the divorce I think it would be a good idea to keep seeing Dr. Kattan so we can make sure we're communicating."

Karina closed her eyes and smiled. "I've already told my lawyer to dismiss it. I've felt so content these past few days and I know it's because of you. I know I've got my issues but I'm so grateful that you're willing to stick it out with me."

Leon didn't initially respond but he squeezed her a little tighter and rested his head against hers. "I love being your husband, Mausi."

[drkoestersmithrpg]

OK HERE IT IS the next chapter of Perils of A03

Peter stepped out of his suit fully clothed (there was no way he was going to get naked that fast with Tony, oh no, not tonight) and took his lover by the hand.  He looked up nervously – if he managed to say the things he wanted to say tonight this might be their last night together.  But Tony didn’t seem to notice.

Tony looked serene. It gave Peter courage.  Yes, they might get into an argument and it might get him kicked out of Stark Tower forever – but dammit he had mustered the courage to risk it once before, maybe he could risk it tonight.

 * * *

 On their way to the bedroom, Peter had two thoughts.

 1)     Don’t call him ‘baby’.  You called him ‘baby’ once and, while he didn’t protest, he also didn’t approve.

 2)     You can call him ‘angel’  He specifically gave you permission to call him ‘angel.’

  * * * *

  In the bedroom Peter stopped Tony for another kiss, pulling Tony’s arms around him.  Then he guided the man’s hands to his clothes.  He wanted Tony to undress him, make him feel safe, at least for a little while.  

He got his way.  Tony even kept him close while he undressed himself, kissing and holding the entire time.

But when Tony tried to push him down to the bed, Peter stood like stone.

He was, after all, the stronger of the two.

“OH NO,” he said suddenly, and he realized what he wanted as soon as he said it.  “This is not something you get to do to me, Tony Stark.  Oh no. You take a lot – even when you’re on your knees you take.

“Tonight, you’re going to wait to be given.”

Wait…that might not have exactly made sense…. but at least Tony wasn’t commenting.  His eyebrows went up and he grinned, but (naturally) said nothing.  But of course the sex had started, so there would be no talking.  

The good news was the man wouldn’t argue

The bad news was, he might not get any advice.  He might be on his own.

Which became an issue almost immediately.  Peter had successfully kissed Tony into position (he was proud of that, how he had effortlessly kissed the man until Tony was flat on his back and Peter was stretched out on top.  Then again, the man was very willing.)  Soon he was kneeling between spread legs, but when Peter looked up and realized, much to his chagrin…

…he had no idea where the lube was.

Dammit, Tony always managed to make it appear – just like a magic trick!

But that was ridiculous, it was right there under the fourth pillow, obviously.  With a little looking about (and a little Tony pointing silently) Peter found it.  It was lying right next to the fresh hand towel, just like it always was.

He took the bottle and the towel and kissed Tony deeply…

And immediately found he could NOT open the damn bottle AND slick up his finger AND kiss Tony at the same time!

“Dammit” how do you make this look so easy? Peter said angrily, sitting up suddenly, realizing, for the first time, how much he took Tony’s finesse in bed for granted.

“I know, I know,” he answered when Tony said nothing.  “Lots and lots of practice.”

He slicked up one finger and moved his hand between Tony’s parted legs.  He lowered himself until his face was close to Tony’s face – this is the way Tony always prepared him and he really liked it.

But as much as he was trying to stay quiet (the way Tony liked it) he found himself whispering “Ok, I’m going to need some technical advice here, because I don’t know how much you want …” he said quietly, as he slipped one finger into the older man’s body, but his question broke off when his finger was completely inside.

“Oh Jesus Tony, you’re like an oven.”

Tony tried stroking his face and pulling him into a kiss, but Peter twisted his face away.

“No, technical question.”  He said it as gently as possible, knowing Tony would rather not talk at all.  “I know I’m not as big as you, but you’re not exactly…..”  He didn’t know how to phrase it.  He knew how Tony prepared him (and he did it expertly, effortlessly) but  Peter, personally, was getting banged on a regular basis by a huge dick, whereas Tony wasn’t getting penetrated by …but it probably wasn’t polite to ask  that sort of question, so…

“You worry too much,” Tony growled.  He pulled Peter’s hand away impatiently and tried to position Peter on top of him, but Peter held his ground.

“I’ll worry as much as I choose to,” he said quietly, his jaw set.  Tony’s eyebrows went up.  Peter took that as a positive.  He pushed Tony’s demanding hands away, (but he didn’t reach for the lube again.)  He kissed a line across the man’s forehead to soften the gesture.  

“Be good for me angel, I need you so badly I can taste it,” he whispered in between kisses just as he had always dreamed that Tony would whisper to him.  

He crooned gently as he positioned himself, as he pressed to, as he entered.  Maybe Tony didn’t need the reassurance (the man was currently looking longingly at his mouth, like he wanted a kiss but didn’t dare take one.)  Maybe Peter was really talking to himself, saying the words he had always longed for Tony to say.  

But Tony didn’t mind.

Tony kept whispering “yes.”

Then he was inside Tony’s body and his mouth was hanging open and he wasn’t saying anything at all.

His eyes were as wide as saucers – oh god this was embarrassing – at least Tony was too busy kissing the side of his face to notice.  Kissing his face, and whispering “you’ve got it, you’ve got it.”

“Oh Jesus Tony is this what I feel like to you?” Peter whimpered, hating how small his voice sounded, unable to stop it.  Then Tony wrapped one leg around his waist which just pulled him deeper into that impossibly tight place and he lost all power of speech.  He might not have moved at all but Tony began moving him, and soon their bodies were moving together, as Peter hung on to Tony’s shoulders and gaped.

“Does this….does this feel good?”  he squeaked, and realized, for the very first time, that when that question was asked the asker really, really needed to hear the answer.

“Yeah….it’s good,” Tony replied, in a way that made Peter think that the word “good” didn’t sum it up At. All.  

Tony was enjoying himself, and Peter felt himself relax.  He kept their foreheads together as they rocked.  He could say anything now, Peter realized, and soon he found himself saying all the things he had dreamed that Tony would say to him.  (After he was done saying “Ohfuckyouaresotight.”  More than once.)

“Oh god you feel so good, oh Tony.  Your ass feels so good around my cock.  Do I feel good inside you, angel?  Does my cock feel good inside you?”  

“Yes Peter, yes.”

Peter thought he was doing well – he seemed to be doing well – but then Tony made a growling noise in response to one of Peter’s questions and wrapped his second leg around Peter’s waist and very Peter found himself coming so suddenly it made his head spin.  Tony held on hard, with an iron grip across his shoulders, kissing the side of his face and crooning his name.  Even as Peter came he found himself thinking “This is the most we’ve ever talked to each other in bed, ever.”

As Peter let go Tony reached between them and began to stroke himself and came in very short order, allowing Peter to hold his head tight.

Peter fell asleep, or thought he did.  At any rate he looked up and Tony was in the washroom, and then he was walking back into the bedroom with a warm, wet washcloth.  Peter knew it was warm because Tony sat on the side of the bed and began clean Peter with it.  He was smiling.

“So…um….did that….work?”  Peter asked. It was a risky question.  He never asked ‘was it good for you?’ after sex, even after all this time, for fear of seeming needy/being made fun of.  He had just complimented and moved on.  But this was different.

Happily, Tony didn’t joke.  He just continued to stroke Peter’s cock with the cloth, as if still cleaning it.

Of course he didn’t answer the question, either.

“What do you think?” he asked, but his eyes were gentle.

“It was kind of short,” Peter said, wincing.

“Oh….I happen to know….” Tony said, leaning over to whisper into Peter’s ear, teasing Peter’s face with his beard.   “…that you can get hard more than once a night.”  He lay the cloth on Peter’s leg and began to stroke with his hand, just to make the point.

Even more than his hand, Tony’s stubble against his face gave him goosebumps, it always had. Peter turned and ran his lips along Tony’s jaw, tonguing it, enjoying the sensation against his mouth.  He pressed his teeth against it, holding Tony’s face in place until he had his fill.

Dammit, if this was the last time they had sex ever, he was going to make it count.

Tony allowed the attention, his hand stroking Peter’s cock the entire time.

Finally he let Tony go, and turned his head.  He swallowed hard.

Tony noticed and pulled away enough to look at his face (but his hand never stopped moving.)

“What?”

“Can we go…explore your liquor cabinet?” Peter managed.

Tony’s eyebrows went up, and Peter knew a joke was coming.  But all he said was “Champaign, to celebrate losing your v card?”

That was a gentle enough joke.  Tony was looking peaceful and unguarded.  

It was a lovely moment, and Peter was about to ruin it.

“I was thinking more like Everclear.”

Tony’s hand froze mid-stroke.  His eyes narrowed.

“You can’t get drunk.”

“Actually,” Peter said raising one finger, “that’s never been proven.  You were going to set out to prove it, I remember you suggest Everclear but you never…..and ….I’m just really nervous Tony.”

Tony’s face softened and it was beautiful to behold.  “Baby, don’t stress about it.  Little-Peter got overexcited, but that’s what second times are for.  And third times and fourth times….”

“There’s something else I need to talk to you about!” Peter blurted out, hating himself.  But he knew if he didn’t do it now, he wouldn’t do it at all.

“What did I do?  I swear officer he told me he was 18,” Tony replied, but Peter knew his mouth was on automatic.  His expression was hardening, and he was pulling back.

“Tony, I have to tell you something,” Peter said as gently as he could, talking fast, hoping to get his point made before Tony retreated completely.  “I keep…I’m sorry but …..every damn time I think I’m getting something right I’m getting it spectacularly wrong.  And on my way over here I finally realized why.

“The truth is��.Tony….”

He took a deep breath and swallowed hard.  He couldn’t even look at Tony’s face – it had gone cold.

Dammit, it was hard admitting to personal revelations when there was no comfort at the end of the admission.  

Just hours ago he had been standing in a group of people his own age, most of which didn’t even know his last name….and he could told ALL OF THEM his revelation and they would have, to a man, patted him on the back and sympathized.  Or at least made sympathetic noises.  But not Tony.  Peter inhaled again and said it anyway.

“Tony I don’t listen to anything that comes out of your mouth…..unless it serves my own purpose.

“I am a shitty person – it’s not just that I only hear what I want to hear, I’m hearing all of it, its just that I only take it seriously if it fits my own needs.  

“You told me what you wanted to do in bed – you told me more than once.  I remember what you told me.  But what you were saying wasn’t….fitting in my head as right and so….I decided you were joking.”

Tony threw the washcloth to the floor so suddenly that Peter started, but when he spoke, he spoke quietly.

“So what are you suggesting?” he said through a clenched jaw.

“I’m….not….suggesting anything,” he said carefully.  “I’m apologizing.  I … suggest you ….accept my apology and … forgive me and…”

“…and maybe stop trying to communicate everything through lewdness, dirty jokes and straight up raunchiness?” said another Peter. A braver Peter.  An older Peter.

But that Peter wasn’t here.  And so the Peter who was here ran his finger up Tony’s bicep and spoke very gently.

“and maybe I’m suggesting you …give ….me some tips on …..how to last longer?  I mean…you’re kind of the expert.  We both know you can last for hours so….”

There was silence for a moment. Tony’s face was working, his mouth twitching, but Peter couldn’t tell if it was as about to say something painfully honest or comedic or…

But then Tony’s mouth was on top of his mouth, and Peter couldn’t talk anyway because his mouth was full of Tony’s tongue.  

Tony pushed Peter all the way back until he was lying on the bed, and Peter groaned, not because Tony was currently kissing him breathless but because this meant the sex was beginning, which mean the talking was now over.  (Ok he was also groaning because Tony was kissing him breathless.  He wasn’t made of iron.)

When Tony finally came up for air, his growled advice made Peter’s spine tingle.

“There are three tricks to not coming like a virgin-on-prom-night.  One, think of roadkill.  Do not recommend.  Second, put your fingers around the base of your cock like this,” he said, bringing up his hand to demonstrate, “and squeeze.  Or let me.  I volunteer.” Then he was kissing Peter again, apparently trying to taste the back of his throat, all while climbing aboard as if he were going to start riding Peter then and there.

“Wait….what was the third thing?” Peter said, pulling his face away.

“You won’t come so fast the fourth time.  Or the fifth. Baby….you’re rock me all night long.”

[tayegi]

Untitled Tae Drabble #2

This precedes the first drabble

Word Count: 1,733

But then, someone knocked on the door, disrupting you from your fresh memories. Frowning, you tugged on your slippers and answered the door.

"___, were you sleeping?"

You were surprised to find Taehyung standing before you, still fully decked in his thick parka and mittens. "Taehyung? What are you doing here? Um, no I wasn't actually sleeping yet. What's wrong?"

"Good," he simply said, "Go put on your coat. Let's go."

"What?" You said in surprise, but he was impatient, tugging on your arm.

"Come on, ___, hurry. I have a schedule soon."

Confused, you stumbled around for your parka and snow pants. You were just putting your feet into your boots, when Taehyung tugged at your sleeve again. Flustered, you made a grab for your gloves before you were yanked out the door.

"Where are we going, Taehyung?"

"I don't know," he said, as he walked the two of you through the frosty park, "But it's kind of nice outside, isn't it?"

You stared at him blankly. He didn't notice it, too busy leading you through the thick snow. Suddenly, he stopped in front of the playground, "You know, I haven't played on a playground for years."

"Me neither."

"I used to love the swings… Come on, ___, let's swing."

Bewildered, you had no choice but to follow after him as the boy suddenly leaped towards the swing set, as giddy as a little kid.

"I'm getting too old for this," you muttered under your breath, but nevertheless chased after him and hopped on the swing next to him.

The two of you were quiet for a few moments, getting into the almost forgotten rhythm of the swings. The cold air hit your face like a ton of bricks. You couldn't help but laugh out loud, "What the hell are we doing, Taehyung?"

"I don't know, ___. I just felt like swinging. Do you like this?"

You thought for a moment, "Surprisingly, I do."

The two of you swung higher and higher so that the wind wrapped around you and mussed your perfectly styled curls. You didn't care. The cold seeped through your clothing and burned your ears and nose. There was something about this moment, where it was so cold that you could see your breath with every huff, where the wind was as sharp as knives against your bare skin, and there was only the sound of the creaking swing set and the cool glow of the full moon to outline the two of you in silver. You would never forget this moment and you weren't sure why.

"Have you ever tried to jump off one of these before?!" you called out to him, raising your voice in the midst of the whooshing wind.

"What do you mean?"

You grinned at him mischievously before abruptly launching yourself off the swing. You could hear his startled gasp before there was only the night sky before you and the rush of adrenaline. Then, you were falling, hitting the sandy ground with a soft thud. You looked up to find Taehyung looking utterly bewildered above you. "Jump!" You yelled at him, laughing.

He paused for a moment, hesitant, before taking the leap of faith, literally. His landing was a lot less graceful than yours, as expected for someone with so little practice, and he slid forward in the sand. "Oomph," he groaned, rubbing his knees. Then he looked up at you, and unexpected, the two of you burst into laughter.

You couldn't stop staring at him.

There was something about Taehyung's profile as he grinned at you. All sharp angles with the straight slope of his nose and the chiseled sharpness of his jaw. There was something about his laugh and the way his hair fell against his face. Every inch of him was outlined in moonlight, and he didn't seem human. He seemed celestial, radiating his own silvery glow.

It suddenly hit you, as hard as a slap of icy water, how easy it would be to fall in love with the boy. He was so beautiful and so full of life and energy that you didn't know how anyone could resist him.

Startled, you looked away, at the less picturesque scene of the moon above you. You had no idea where these thoughts had come from. It was the truth, though. If you let your guard down for even one moment, it might be too late. You might fall under the same spell that thousands of girls across the globe had. That every girl who had ever had the misfortune to know the boy and fall for him had.

You resisted this notion with every fiber of your being. You were not like all those other girls, weak-hearted and simpering. You had promised him that you would never fall for him, and you intended on keeping that promise. Your revelation sickened you to your stomach and you tore your gaze away from him.

"What are we doing here, Taehyung?" you asked, when you finally managed to catch your breath.

He glanced over at you, "Hmm? We're admiring the moon, of course."

You shook your head in disbelief. You'd never found yourself in a situation like this. You were too practical for these kinds of things. But at the same time, something felt inexplicably perfect about the situation.

You sighed and sat cross-legged in the sand to make yourself more comfortable, "I wish you warned me first that we'd be outside," you chided him, "I was in such a rush that I only managed to grab one glove!" you said, showing him your bare left hand.

"That's not good. It's so cold still that you could freeze."

"Yeah, my fingernails are already turning purple!" you complained.

"Hmm…" He leaned over, as though inspecting your fingernails, then all of a sudden, took your hand into his, "Well, we can just share a glove then. It's the last I can do for dragging you outside." And with that, he slid your bare hand into his mitten, linking your fingers under the fabric.

You stared down at the mitten in astonishment. Despite his delicate appearance, his hand was much bigger than yours and curled perfectly around yours. The fact that your fingers were entwined was invisible under the cloth, but that made everything feel even more intimate. Heat began to form from this skin on skin contact. You suddenly felt too hot, with blood rising to your face. Still, you couldn't let go, hypnotized by the moment.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Huh?" you nearly jumped in surprise.

"The moon, ___. Isn't it beautiful?"

You mentally scolded yourself for overreacting, "Oh, that. Yes, Taehyung. It's very nice."

He turned to grin at you. On any other occasion, you would have thought nothing of it, but under the intoxicating influence of too much laughter and moonlight, your heart skipped a beat.

"I wish this moment could last forever… I feel happy right now."

You looked at him, and it was as though you were seeing him for the first time. Past all the prettiness and the dorky exterior of V, the idol and finally seeing Taehyung, the boy. With his beautiful profile outlined in silvery moonlight, you knew that his heart was the same way. He was pure. He was light. And you felt grateful and also uncomfortable to see him in this way. To actually look inside of him to his core. It was too intimate.

"Taehyung… I'm happy, too," you admitted, and for the first time in months, it wasn't a lie.

"___… We should really run away together."

You laughed, "Ok. Let's do it."

The resulting impact of his smile was blinding. You almost had to shield your eyes. Taehyung looked like he wanted to say something, but at that moment, a car raced onto the street, honking and flashing headlights at the two of you.

"Taehyungie!" A voice cried out, "There you are! We need to go to our schedule!"

"Oh," Hoseok froze in his step to stare wide-eyed at you, "Hello, ___."

The other boys had arrived by then, with Jimin hanging onto Hoseok's back and peering over his shoulder curiously.

"Oh, hi guys," you said, bowing slightly. "What schedule do you have?"

"We're going to back to back music shows," Namjoon explained, his eyes drifting down to your joined hands.

"Hey, is that ___'s voice I hear?" Jungkook arrived late, pushing past his hyungs to the front. He stopped in his tracks to stare at the two of you. He also stared at your hands.

Suddenly realizing your situation, you quickly pulled your hand out of Taehyung's mitten and took a step away from him. Embarrassed, you looked away. You hoped they didn't misread the situation, but it seemed as though it was too late. You recognized the way Jungkook's jaw tightened and how his eyes narrowed. You'd never seen him genuinely angry before, and it was disconcerting.

Yoongi also seemed aware of the situation, glancing nervously between the two youngest members. "We should really go now, before we're late."

"Right," Taehyung readily agreed, "Thanks for coming out with me, ___."

"No problem. I'll probably see you all on a music program later."

"Right. Well, we need to go now, but hopefully we'll meet soon," Jin said, his voice uncommonly polite. You cringed at the sound of it. "Bye, ___."

"Bye," you said, watching them all load up in the van. Some of the members smiled and waved at you. But Jungkook didn't look back.

Only when the van had driven off out of your sight could you emit a sigh of relief. Things certainly got a lot more complicated. It was too late to hope that Jungkook wouldn't misunderstand the situation. Why else would two members of the opposite sex be holding hands alone at night in a secluded park? And this was so soon after Jungkook had confessed to you… Only the worst kind of human being would act like this. Especially since you hadn't exactly rejected him yet.

Even though you knew you did nothing wrong, you felt guilt well up in the pit of your stomach. You really needed to talk to the maknae. Too bad he wouldn't be home for the next few days.

You sighed again and stuck your one bare hand in your pocket. Your hand was freezing without the warmth of Taehyung's mitten.

Author’s Note: Once again, I will not post the full story for personal reasons, but this is an excerpt of a Tae fic I wrote in 2015. I’m just posting now because I think it’s amazing how his lines in DNA reflect what I felt 2 years ago haha. 

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Stood Up

Tagging: @solidscriptjess  @ftfanfics  @mushi0131

Rating: T+ for, like, two swear words because you can never be too careful. *shrugs*

Pairings: Nalu

Summary: Lucy was just about ready to celebrate her first anniversary when her date doesn’t even show. But what will happen when a certain someone decides to intervene and take matters into his own hands?

A/N: Heyyy!! This is my first fic!! I’m so excited to post this! I have to thanks @mushi0131​ for convincing me to write this one over the other AU’s that I will probably write in the future. I also have to thank my editor and one of my best friends @solidscriptjess​ for helping me not completely fall into a pit of nonsensical word vomit. Also, feel free to listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgKzqYPCyJ0&t=1901s while you read. I was imagining that this was the music that was playing in the background. Enjoy!

It was about an hour after she got to the restaurant that she realized he wasn't coming. After all of that talk about making their anniversary something special, Loke hadn't even the nerve to show up.

She'd already been through three glasses of water and was honestly considering ordering something a bit stronger just for the hell of it. She could go for a nice lemonade or something...her sweet tooth certainly wouldn't mind. Her stomach refused to stop growling. She’d ordered three trays of calamari already but she couldn’t bring herself to order a meal. Yes, she was getting annoyed but there was still a part of her that told her that he was coming even though she knew full well that he was probably off somewhere flirting the night away.

“That little...,” she grumbled. “When I get my hands on his scrawny little neck, I'm going to-”

She was interrupted by the now all too familiar clacking of her waitress’s heels that headed her way...again.

“Are you ready to order yet, ma'am?” the silver haired waitress asked for about the fourth time. She clutched a serving tray under her armpit and lifted her notebook from her apron. She didn't look particularly annoyed by the long wait. She was smiling for god sake, which was the farthest from anything Lucy was feeling at that moment.

She took a deep breath and plastered one of her fakest, most painful smiles on her face.

“I'm sure he’s just running a bit late. He should be here anytime now,” she responded, fingering the silk napkin on her lap.

The waitress, Mira (according to her name tag), blinked. She no doubt had caught on that Lucy’s date, in fact, was not going to be here tonight but she smiled anyway.

“Oh! Ok then. I'll be back in a little bit to check on you, ok?”

Lucy nodded and turned her head back to the wooden table. She reached for her glass of water before she remembered.

“Hey wait! Mira!” she called before the waitress was out of earshot. “Could you actually bring me a lemonade? This water is a little boring.”

Mira giggled.

“Sure thing!”

Lucy reached for her water again, this time with every intention of actually drinking it. Her eyes lifted to scan the room. An orchestra accompanied the harmony of hushed conversation and clatter of silverware on fine china. The posh guests sat with their backs as straight and poised as trees yet were unaffected by the relaxing melody of the piano. Lucy slumped in her seat and fondled her chewed up white straw. Her legs crossed, then uncrossed, then crossed again, accidently kicking the table stand in the process.

People watching was actually pretty interesting. Especially when you're awkwardly sitting at a table for two alone.

It was funny to see the variety of people present. Some were politely eating while conversing with their partner just like the stereotype of rich people that frequented themselves here. Most were stuffing their faces with the exquisite food.

To be honest, Lucy couldn't blame them. Many of them had never tasted high quality dining before unlike her who was practically raised on the stuff. Her father felt it necessary to treat her to the “finest Fiore had to offer” or something. She couldn't care less. If eating at nice restaurants meant not seeing her dad as much, she would be willing to starve.

She sighed and scanned the room again. Her eyes latched onto a couple sitting a few tables away. The thing that had caught her attention in the first place was the abnormal light blue shade of the woman's hair. But her attention held when she saw the way they looked at each other. Not only was the blue haired girl sitting with her face cupped between her hands like a corny romance movie but the guy was basically doing the same thing. Well, not the whole cupping-his-chin thing but he certainly was giving her puppy dog eyes. Lucy laughed under her breath. He was trying to do the whole “oh I'm not interested but I'll humor you” kind of thing but she could see the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of his partner.

Something inside her ached, longing for something as loving as that. She'd always dreamed of finding that perfect someone and settling down for the rest of her life. She just completely forgot about the whole trial-and-error process that was dating. Somehow, she found herself right in the middle of a relationship with one of those errors.

She shook her head and continued her journey around the restaurant. Her eyes stopped when they were matched by another pair of staring eyes. She blinked and cocked an eyebrow. The couple looked each other before giving her a sad smile.

Lucy flinched. Were they feeling sorry for her for being stood up? It was bad enough that she was beating herself up over it but now she was getting pity from strangers? She groaned and slipped deeper into her seat. She sighed and dropped her eyes to the candle in front of her. It’s orange glow flickered off the bars of the small gold bird cage surrounding it. A bead of wax began its molasses like decent down the side of the tall candle, ending its journey abruptly as it hardened before reaching the bottom.

Lucy groaned as she pressed her forehead to the starched tablecloth. This was going to be a long night if he didn't show up soon.

~~~

Another hour passed and Lucy was done waiting. She had already spammed his phone to a point where she was sure her own would spaz out and had tried calling him. Nothing. Just rang for a bit before going to voicemail.

She clenched the fist holding her phone, ignoring the fact that it was probably going to shatter if she squeezed any tighter.

“If I ever see that dumbass again, I'm going to kill him,” she said under her breath.

It didn't exactly help that more couples were joining the first group in sending her the not-so subtle pity glances. Everytime she looked up, she'd be greeted by another annoying date that felt bad for her. She didn't need their pity. She already felt bad enough as it was.

She huffed.

“Alright well fine. If he thinks he can stand me up, he's got another thing coming,” she muttered.

She snatched her purse from the floor and made a move to slide out of the small booth was sitting in.

“Leaving already? But I just got here,” said a deep scratchy voice behind her.

She turned to come face to face with a random guy with spiky pink hair. What was with these people and weird hair colors?

The pink haired man scooted around her and made his way to the other side of the booth.

“Sorry I'm late, babe. Traffic was awful,” he announced to the surrounding couples.

Lucy blinked. Who was this guy? And why did he call her babe?

The onlookers threw themselves into busy conversation with one another, acting as if nothing happened. Lucy huffed. These people absolutely sucked at subtlty.

She turned back to the stranger. His tan skin brought out the warmth of his deep red undershirt and his crisp clean suit allowed this strange man to blend in almost seamlessly to the posh atmosphere. Had his hair not been pink nor his eyes an intense gray, she would have been none the wiser.

The man gestured to the seat across from him, a crooked grin sliding onto his face. Before she could sit down all the way, he leaned in. Lucy caught the almost faded scent of a wood burning fireplace and something that vaguely reminded her of a thick forest.

“The name’s Natsu. Just go with it,” he suggested.

This random guy, Natsu he said his name was, just decided to sit down across from her because her date bailed? Not only that, but he pretended to be her date. Huh. Lucy grinned.

“What made you want to ‘be my boyfriend’?” she asked with air quotations before he could pull away.

His smirk grew and a devilish glint shined in his eye.

“Dunno. You looked pretty dumb all by yourself over here,” he confessed.

She knew she should have been offended. That kind of comment from anyone would offend her. Yet she couldn't prevent the bubbling laugh that escaped her lips at his goofy smile.

~~~

“Ok...umm...I have three siblings, I have a dog, and I live in a mansion,” Lucy deadpanned.

She bit her lip in an almost failed attempt to hold back one of the many giggles she let loose that night. Natsu grinned at the sound. He had heard it so many times that night and found that the melody was slowly growing on him. He wouldn't mind if he heard it some more.

Natsu squeezed his eyes shut, dramatically pretending to think. He lifted his fingers to stroke his imaginary beard while the other grasped Lucy's small hand.

They made their way down a small side street, past the chaos and pollution of the highway. Many of the different mom and pop stores on either side of them had turned their lights off and closed for the night, giving the near empty street a calm, more intimate feeling. Natsu looked up to the various constellations visible in the night sky. Despite the smog and light pollution from the city a few miles away, Magnolia somehow possessed the ability to clearly display all that the night sky had to offer. That and in distracting himself from his racing heart and sweaty palm that held the hand of one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.

“Hmm...you can’t possibly live in a mansion. That's got to be a lie,” he offered. “Yes. Mansion. Final answer.”

Lucy released her laugh and squeezed his hand. Natsu glanced down at her before slowly letting his own chuckle go.

“Nope! I actually live in a mansion. Just over that hill, actually.” She pointed to a giant hill that rose at the end of the street. “I do not have any siblings.”

Natsu jumped back, releasing her hand. His mouth dropped.

“You live in a mansion?! That's so cool!” he gushed.

“Hey, you live near all of the shops and you can walk there,” she commented, poking a finger into his chest.

Natsu paused, contemplating Lucy's statement.

“Touché,” he said.

They walked a bit further, continuing their game of two truths and a lie. In that time, Lucy had learned that Natsu had a blue cat, a little sister, worked in a glass blower shop, and that he won the regional championship wrestling tournament in high school. That one probably shocked her the most. She couldn't believe that someone as lean as Natsu would be able to win a wrestling match, let alone the championship.

She took another two steps before stopping in front of her new black car. She turned back to Natsu when he didn't say anything.

“Are you sure you don't want to come with me? Your place isn't all that far from here and you really wouldn't be putting me out,” she tried again.

Natsu clutched his stomach at the thought of riding in a car.

“Nah, it’s ok,” he groaned. “I think the fresh air would do me good. Being inside that stuffy old restaurant was making me feel all claustrophobic.”

He shuddered dramatically.

Lucy couldn’t help but giggle again. In the short time that she had known him, Natsu had managed to make her laugh more than she had in the past month. Not even Loke could achieve a handful of snickers from her. She gripped the door handle and pulled it open.

“Hey, thanks for the save earlier. I really appreciate it,” she said, a genuine smile finding its way onto her face.

Natsu's face warmed and he stuffed his shaking hands into his jean pockets. He shifted his gaze to the cobblestone sidewalk. He shouldn't be this nervous around a girl he just met. Granted, he never did well around pretty girls but that was beside the point.

“Y-yeah. Don't m-mention it,” he stuttered.

Lucy beamed up at him. He stared back, his eyes catching on the way the starlight, though billions of miles away, sparkled and lit up her rosy skin. He saw way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the few freckles that peppered the edges of her face and seemed to disappear when her blonde hair fell past her ear. He saw the way her rich chocolate eyes shimmered when she talked about her writings or when he made her laugh. Tonight was probably the most fun he had in a long time and it was all because some idiot stood her up. He was completely baffled by how someone could do that, to her of all people. The more he had talked to her, the more he got to know her and appreciate her for her little quirks and the beauty that he saw in absolutely every part that she showed him. Some people are just so blind that they don't see the beauty right under their noses.

Lucy coughed, pulling him back to reality. Oh crap. He'd been staring again.

“So...it was nice to meet-”

“Willyougooutwithme?” he interrupted, jumbling his words together.

Lucy blinked up at him.

“C-can you repeat that?” she asked. She's pretty sure she knew what he said but she just wanted to be sure.

Natsu took a deep breath before looking Lucy straight in the eyes.

“Would you be willing to go out with me? On, like, an actual date? Where no one is stood up?” he tried again, a nervous smile sliding across his lips.

Lucy paused before her face broke into an abnormally large grin.

“Of course,” she responded. “I'd love to go out with you.”