#this has been in my drafts forever. finally finished it

[eleganzadellarosa]

That’s Unconditional (Part 1)

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, best friends to…something

warnings: reader is a bit of a dumbass (you might just get pissed off, so my bad in advance), heavy usage of Y/N (please don’t be cringed out), mentions/ hints of coercion, underage drinking, slightly suggestive.

words count: 9.1K

A/N: Whew, here's another long one y'all. This has been sitting in my drafts for months (basically since the MV was released) and finally had enough energy to finish it. I'm honestly looking forward to everyone reading it because this was a random idea that popped in my head and of course I come here to write said thoughts out. So as always, enjoy and thanks for reading :)

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March 9th 1-9-

“Jaehyun, Y/N! Oh my gosh, do you think they’ll do it again?…c’mon sweetie you got it!” *distortion* “Come to mommy!”

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“Ugh mom, do we have to watch this one every birthday?” Jaehyun asked adjusting the too small pointy hat on his head.

Jaehyun was your best friend since birth. Your moms had you on the same day just two hours apart from each other and he never misses the opportunity to joke that he’s older. You’ve done everything together from eating, sleeping, going to the same schools and as a birthday tradition you get to watch the day you both took your first steps. It was said that you only started walking because of him since you seemed too scared to do it on your own. He was there when your dad died and you were there when his mom got divorced. There’s not a day you can remember where Jaehyun wasn’t in it. Just goes to show how close your moms are too.

“Oh stop it! Both of you hurry and make a wish so I can take this picture!”

If it wasn’t your mom, it was his making you two snap a picture to go in the big “J + Y/N” album that was kept on the top row of your bookshelf in the living room. You exchanged glances with Jae before clasping your hands at your chest and closing your eyes to make a wish. Every year you wished that he would still be your best friend no matter what. That even when either of you were away, the memories never faded. You were somehow always finished before him, so when you looked up his eyes were still closed. When he opened them he gave you a smile and a quick nod so you could blow out the candles together.

He reached in his pocket to grab something and put it in your hand before you could see it. “Happy birthday Y/N.” His eyes were sparkling in anticipation as he watched you look at the present in your hand.

It was a friendship bracelet with both your initials on it and a magnet inside each of the letters so when they were close enough, they would “hold hands”. It was the perfect gift you think. Anything that you could keep forever to remind you of him was just right. It was your turn to reach into your pocket for something and surprisingly (not really) you also bought some friendship jewelry, but instead of bracelets they were rings.

He chuckled and happily slipped it onto a finger it would fit. “Promise me you’ll always be my best friend?” He stuck out his pinky and pressed his thumb to yours to seal the deal.

“I promise.”

“Who’s ready for the piñata?! Oh you’re gonna love it, it’s so cute!” Your mom said snapping a few extra pictures. “You know the kids are waiting.”

More recently it became tradition to share the candy from the piñata with the kids in the neighborhood. As much as you would love to say you only wanted it because of them, your mom was really good at choosing candy.

“Okay but I get dibs on skittles this year!” You exclaimed jumping from your seat and heading to the front door.

“Uh, not if I get there first!” Jaehyun was quickly following behind you but not before he popped the string on the kid sized birthday hat and throwing it on the table.

As expected, kids were surrounding the tree in your front yard. “Happy birthday Jaehyun and Y/N, you guys are the best!” They were so sweet and made you wish you had a younger sibling or two. Jaehyun had his hair pushed back with a black plastic headband, bat in hand ready to take a swing. You never hit the piñata hard enough on the first try or so you told yourself when actually you just loved watching him do it.

“Go-Jae, go-Jae, go-Jae!” They all started chanting, boosting him with courage so his swing had more power. You quickly joined them, clapping your hands to the rhythm. One swift swing and candy went flying and scattered across the grass. They knew the skittles were off limits but they always had first choice. Again, you and Jae didn’t mind the leftovers because each option was just that good.

You sat with him under the tree afterwards and opened the bag of colorful candies. “Since you’re my favorite, I’ll give you half.” You say, dumping them into his readily cupped hands.

“You think it feels weird being 18 now?” He looked over at you, now with a lollipop in his mouth. “I mean like should we feel different since we’re like…adults now?”

“Hmm…” you actually hadn’t thought of it that way. You’ve only ever lived your life not really thinking about that. Each milestone was shared with him so you never felt the need to worry about those types of things. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to feel, maybe it’ll change when we go to college with all the “big kids” and have our first drinks before we’re supposed to.”

He chuckled and turned toward you, “We’ll be the big kids too technically but Y/N…I don’t wanna drink. What if it makes us forget each other?”

“Forget each other? That’s not how it works Jae.”

“I know I know, I just mean what if it changes us and we start growing apart?”

You turned and draped your legs in his lap to scoot closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll never ever ever forget my best friend. I’ll always remember the coolest, sweetest boy Jae.”

He couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face, dimples on full display. He hugged you back tightly but only for a bit before he started tickling you, causing you to burst into laughter.

"I brought us more cake because why not?" You said kicking your flip flops off as you entered his house. He had asked if you wanted to spend the night with him and you of course, happily accepted it. "I scraped up the extra icing and added it too."

"Thank God because I wanted more." He grabbed your bag from you and took it up to his room with you following closely behind.

You climbed into his bed and slipped under the covers. "I'm pooped, I just wanna sleep now. Come on Jae it's time for bed." You say patting the space next to you.

He hopped on top of the bed and began jumping. "What? No way, I still have so much energy left! I won't stop until you jump with me~"

You rolled your eyes but smiled and threw the comforter off and stood up with his help. He held your hands and you joined in with jumping, making the bed squeeze every time either of you landed back down. You held your wrist up to him, showing him the bracelet and he did the same. You were amused at how quickly the dangling charms magnetically connected so you couldn't help but laugh.

"Think we're gonna get made fun of for these?" He asked, slightly winded from how long he was jumping. "I mean I don't care I'm just saying."

"Probably, you know how they are."

Rumors spread like wildfire in that school. Nothing left someone's ear that didn't end up in another. Whispers flowed through those halls like the wind. And of course you and Jaehyun weren't exempt from having your names thrown into the latest gossip. No one believes you two could be friends for so long with nothing going on between you. No matter how many times you denied it, everyone assumed you just didn't want anyone to know because of whatever reason.

“I hope everyone got their applications in! If not, you have until the end of this week to do it. Remember this is a choice that will change your life forever so don’t take this lightly!” It was every teacher’s job this week to remind all the students about their college applications so no one could lie and say they missed the deadline.

“Hey Y/N where are you applying?” Lily, a girl in your English class that never really bothered talking to you until she needed help with her homework.

“Oh uh, just State.”

“And what about you Jae?” She looked over at the boy who sat in the seat next to you, as she practically batting her eyelashes.

Without looking up from doodling in the back of his notebook, he spoke, “Same for me.”

She rolled her eyes before looking back at a group of friends who anticipated the both of your answers. They were all chuckling behind their hands. A boy from the group walks over and stands in front of your desks. “Are you guys gonna keep your relationship a secret there too? Or are you finally gonna fess up?”

Jae’s head finally popped up, brows furrowed in anger and confusion but before he said anything, you did. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Oh Y/N don’t be so dense, everyone knows and thinks it’s weird that you guys don’t just tell the truth.”

“We’re not lying, Jae is my best friend!”

“Why would we even have to lie about that? What’s wrong with her being my best friend?” His book was closed now and pencil down; fists clenched atop the desk.

“Relax buddy, no need to get all worked up over it. And since you aren’t dating, how would you feel if I asked Y/N out on a date?”

Jae looked over at you, face and ears red with embarrassment and were your eyes watery? He couldn’t tell but he didn’t like this. “She wouldn’t even consider saying yes, what’s your problem? Don’t you have friends?”

“Yeah man I do, but this is why you don’t have any!” He threw his head back and he laughed loudly, all of his friends following suit.

“Hey come on, leave them alone.” It was Damien’s turn to speak up. He wasn’t usually one to intervene on these types of things but it made him all the more attractive to you. You’ve had a crush on him ever since last year but unfortunately for you, he was already dating someone. “She said they weren’t dating and a pretty girl like Y/N doesn’t seem like the one to lie.”

Jae could feel his stomach twisting in knots hearing Damien call you pretty. When he looked over at you, you had a small smile on your face. It was better than you looking so sad but he couldn’t help but scoff. There was nothing special about this guy but you turned into a puddle of goo every time he was around. Jae wouldn’t call himself jealous but you’re his best friend and a guy like Damien he didn’t trust.

As Jae was about to lean over and offer to leave, Damien slid in between you two and held out his hand for you to grab. “Come on Y/N, you don’t have to listen to this.”

You happily clasped your hand with his and walked out of the classroom, leaving a stunned Jaehyun behind. It was making his blood boil—you didn’t even look back once. Something bubbled up in his chest and his jaw shifted. It doesn’t matter, he was going to wait outside for you so you can walk home together like always. He grabbed his stuff and yours and head to the front of the school.

He waited 45 minutes and still no sight of you, it was definitely making him worried. Should he go look for you and make you cut your time with Damien short or should he let you enjoy your time with your crush and head home without you? It was stressful trying to make a decision because obviously he wanted to snatch you away but he also wanted to be a good friend. The question was, would him leaving you with a boy he doesn’t know make him a better friend than making sure you were safe just because you had feelings for him?

After waiting another 10 minutes, he decided that if anything were to happen you would just call him. He unlocked his door with the keys dangling from the lanyard that you made him on his backpack.

“Jaehyun sweetie is that you? I’m in the kitchen!” His mom called out. He set both bags down and walked up to her. “Oh, by yourself today? Where’s Y/N?”

“Uh…hopefully she’s on the way, she was with Damien before I left.”

“Damien? That boy she talks about from your class?”

“Tsk, yeah. Him.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes as he plopped into one of the dining chairs.

His mom smiled but cleared her throat to try and hide it as she stirred the pot of spaghetti on the stove. “Well let’s hope she’s back for dinner, her mom is coming too.”

Jae nodded his head. He hoped you were back way before dinner, he didn’t like the uneasy feeling of you not being around him.

ding dong

Jaehyun’s ears perked up like a puppy when the scratchy tone of the door bell filled the house. Before he could hop up to get it, his mother was already excitedly rushing to the door to greet her friend. They both squealed and embraced each other as if they don’t see one another at least every other day or more. But something was off, where were you?

Your mom noticed Jae looking behind her from the couch, expecting another person but she hated to be the bearer of bad news. “Y/N should be here soon love, Damien will drop her off.”

He smiled, biting the inside of his lip trying not to seem too disappointed. What the hell were you doing with him all day? He walked into the kitchen to help set the table and serve both women before placing your plate right next to his. If you would be here soon, there was no point in eating without you, especially because he didn’t want to.

“You made sure to add extra garlic for Y/N right mom?” He asked looking in the pot as he stirred as if he’d be able to spot with small white pieces.

Both moms looked at each and smiled. “Yes sweetie I made sure. Come sit down we wanna ask about this Damien boy.”

Just hearing his name made Jae want to thrust his fingers in his ears. Not just you but now the moms were curious about this kid too? Oh great. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Tell us what he’s like, is he a good fit for Y/N?” Your mom pitched in, elbows on the table as she leaned in.

A good fit for you? Absolutely not! No one was a good fit for you unless he was absolutely perfect. Jaehyun has never met someone like that though so until he did, no one fit the requirement. “He’s okay, but I thought he was dating another girl that’s not in our class. He’s really nothing special, no offense, but I definitely think Y/N can do better.” That statement earned a laughed from the two and Jae didn’t know what was so funny.

“Awww you’re so good to Y/N Jae, she’s lucky to have someone like you.” Your mom pat him on the shoulder and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear.

Just then the doorbell rang for the second time tonight and Jae shot out his chair to run to the door. His heart swelled when he opened the door and saw you standing there with a huge smile on your face. Then he looked next to you and saw the last person he wanted to see right now.

“Hey Jae! Damien is here to meet our moms real quick before he goes.”

Jaehyun hesitantly stepped to the side and allowed the both of you in. He so badly wishes that he could have pulled you inside and slammed the door in Damien’s face but he would do as his mother taught him and be nice to his guests. Even though that might be quite hard if he saw you two holding hands for a second longer.

“Oh how wonderful, a guest! Please come in!” His mother greeted the boy and hugged you.

“We’ve heard so much about you Damien.” Your mom says, standing up to shake his hand.

“Oh?” Damien looks over at you, your ears slightly red at the tips. “Well I’m glad this isn’t your first time hearing of me.”

Jae could gag just listening to how fake he sounded but he was too focused on making your plate just the way you liked it. He set his and your plates back down on the tables, this time full with food and pulled your chair out before sitting down. He stared at you until you looked over at him and gave you a big smile and called you over. You absolutely loved his mom’s spaghetti and rushed to sit down.

“Would you like to stay with us for dinner? There’s plenty left and we have an extra chair!” Jaehyun’s mom offered and he almost choked on his food. He’s had enough of this guy and wanted time alone with you and that extra chair was his dad’s, not for some random.

“Oh I would love to but my mom wants me back for dinner too so I’ll have to take a rain check on that offer.”

“Hey Y/N, we still on for scrabble tonight?” Jaehyun leaned over to whisper while the moms were saying their goodbyes to Damien.

“Oh my gosh, of course! You’re totally gonna lose, I’m taking you down Jae!” You playfully slammed a finger down on the table to add emphasis.

“Bye Y/N, I’ll see you around school yeah?” Damien stood in the archway of the kitchen, putting on his sweetest smile as he pulled your attention away from Jae.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.” You tried stopping the blush blooming on your cheeks, but all eyes around the table were on you.

“Damn, I need to exchange one of these letters…”

“Having a hard time over there Jae? I can totally help if you need to make a word.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes as he reached into the bag of tiles. “Thank you very much sweet Y/N but I’m capable of making my own words. Don’t think you’re gonna win just because I don’t make any points this turn.”

“Mhm whatever you say but you’re not ready to see what I have up my sleeves syrupy Jae.”

“Syrupy?”

“Yeah…you said sweet and I couldn’t think of anything to say back that was equally as sweet. Please forget I said that, I’m so embarrassed right now.” You cringed and put your face in your hands and pretend sobbed as Jaehyun chuckled.

“Well syrupy Y/N, you still have to place your word.” He laughed as he dodged your missed smack to his arm.

You both were playing for at least another hour before tallying up the scores to see that neither of you won and it was a tie. A perfect 540 points. Jae didn’t really mind who won, he was happy that his night ended with seeing you because he definitely missed you while you were gone for most of the day. You would never tell him but you forgot about him while you were with Damien and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Jae was your best friend always but maybe you did want to venture out and make new friends. Not because he wasn’t sufficient; maybe you were just curious.

He was your only best friend this entire time but hanging out Damien made you realize perhaps you were ready for love. Your 18th birthday just passed and you were gearing up to go to college. He would be your first boyfriend and you were to embarrassed to admit that. You knew you needed Jaehyun around once you did leave high school, hence applying for the same schools, but hearing him be told that he didn’t have any friends because of you sent a pang right through your heart. Was that really true?

“So, how was your date?” Jae snapped you out of your thoughts as you laid against the footboard of his bed; him at the opposite end. “Didn’t think you’d be gone all day, so I hope it was good.”

“Mmm, I’d hardly call it a date but it was pretty chill. You know, I don’t really have anything to compare it to since I’ve never had a boyfriend but I think I would say it was good.”

“Well, would you go out with him again if he asked?”

“Yeah, yeah I guess I would. I really like him Jae so I want to see how this goes.”

He couldn’t explain it but he felt…scared. He really really didn’t want to lose his best friend. He was happy for you but he could feel it deeply in his bones that there was a big shift coming and he probably only felt that way because he knew college would be soon. Would he really have to worry about that? Not seeing you for long periods of time because you would be too occupied with all the new friends you made?

Day by day, time seemed to stretch on. Days seemed liked months and these past two months seemed like 2 years. He could never get you to stay in one spot, or to not be around Damien. It was like you were glued to him. You did everything together; even the stuff you usually did with Jaehyun. You just never had time for him anymore, but you were just spending time with your boyfriend; that wasn’t a bad thing right?

“And oh my god Y/N, you’re never gonna guess what happened after!…….Y/N you still there?”

“Y-yeah Jae I’m still here but lemme call you back another time okay? Then you can tell me.”

“Oh…yeah, another time. See you this weekend maybe?”

“Sorry, Damien invited me to a party with him so I’ll probably be doing that.”

“Right. See you around.” He barely finished his sentence before he heard the click on the other end signaling that you had already hung up.

“Jaehyun again huh? Gosh he just doesn’t get the message that you don’t wanna talk to him huh?” Damien had his hands rubbing up and down your exposed arm as you laid together on his bed.

“What? Don’t be mean, that’s not true! Jaehyun is such a sweet guy and we’ve been best friends for ages.”

“Yeah but he doesn’t know how to stop being a loser and make some more friends.”

That made you sit up and shove him on his chest. “That’s not fucking nice to say Dame, he’s not a loser.”

“Okay okay, sorry.” He guided you to lay back down and stuck his hands under your shirt to fondle your boobs. “We don’t even have to think about him right now. Let’s take this off.”

You’d been letting him kiss anywhere below your face and above your hips. He convinced you it wasn’t a bad thing and that it’s not like he was taking your virginity. He said this is what couples do and you weren’t stupid but somehow you allowed him this far. Jae wouldn’t do anything like this with you when you weren’t comfortable or maybe you would be more comfortable since it was Jae. But he was your best friend and you were simply using him as an example.

The night of the party, you put on a short sequin dress. A bit out of your comfort zone but this was a party and you should live a little. It was supposed to be a small house party, the kind they’d show in movies—the ones where the kid would throw it after their parents left, but the only thing small about the party was the amount of space left with everyone piled in. Damien walked with you, hand settled on your left hip.

“Let’s grab some drinks babe, time to get the real party started.”

“Actually I don’t drink.”

His face bunched up with a mixture of confusion and disgust. “What do you mean you don’t drink?”

“Why would I? I’m not 21 at all.”

He scoffed then laughed, even throwing his head back. “Oh that’s real grand Y/N no one waits until they’re 21 to drink. What do you think happens at these kinds of parties?”

“I don’t think that’s entirely true and yeah obviously but I also promised Jae I-“

“Jae? Jaehyun? You know in a bit Y/N I’m going to think he’s your boyfriend and not me.”

"Come on Damien don't be like that, you know he's my best friend."

"Yeah you keep saying that but maybe y'all are a bit more than that. Jae isn't here right now, I am, and he can't stop you from having a little fun. Now drink up."

You looked at the mystery liquid in the cup he held and stared at it before quickly taking it and downing the drink in one go. It went down hard and sizzled in your throat causing you to cringe and cough. Damien pat you on your back and praised you for your bravery. Once the initial feeling went away, the taste wasn't too bad; it had a nice fruity flavor. Before you knew it, you were going through drinks like they were water and eventually you started to feel a warmth grow all over you body and up to your face. It felt weird and with the way your head felt so dizzy, you weren't sure how much longer you could stand on two legs.

"Hey...Dame, I wanna leave, my head feels funny."

He turned to look at you and caught you as you stumbled. "Right now? The party doesn't end for like another 2 hours. You can't wait?"

"I don't...I don't know, I feel all loopy and my stomach hurts a bit."

"Yeah baby that's the buzz from all the alcohol you had. It's your first time, don't expect to feel fine."

"Damien please, I really wanna go home."

He peered over at the guys he was talking to before you walked up to them and sighed before helping you find a place to sit. "Just sit here and rest and I'll wake you up when it's time to go if you fall asleep."

Before you could protest, he was already walking back to his crowd. You felt like you could cry, laugh and puke all at the same time and you didn't want to be here when you did it. You were going to get home one way or another, whether he liked it or not. You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to Jae. You weren't really sure what it said but once you hit send and he read it, he immediately text a "send me the address" back. You waited for what seemed like 5 minutes but with the lack of comprehension you possessed right now, who knows how long it actually took. He said he was outside waiting for you, so you got up and made your way to the door, the time on the couch helping you regain the strength in your legs.

A lazy smile settled on your face when you saw him standing there. He smiled too and for a second you forgot you were drunk and at this stupid party.

"Hey, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay?"

You sat down with a plop and sighed. "Yeah I'm okay."

There was a long silence between you, the cool wind prickling at the skin on your legs and a small cloud of smoke blowing from your mouth every time you released a breath. Stillness aside, it was comfortable. Everything with Jaehyun was comfortable. He turned to you, still silent but now looking like he had something to say.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, he finally spoke. "Y/N can I say something? I want to say it now so I don't regret not mentioning it to you sooner."

"Sure Jae, shoot."

"I don't like Damien, never have; but recently it feels like he's the reason you're not talking to me and not because you're just so focused on him. He's a douchebag and I can only hope he treats you better than the vibes he gives off."

"Don't say that Jae..."

"You didn't deny anything I just said Y/N and that makes me worry."

"I didn't say anything."

"I know and I want you to. I want you to tell me that I'm not losing my best friend to someone that's not even worth it."

"You just don't like him is all and you have no reason to not give him a chance." You wanted to say something else, something more in depth, but gosh your head was starting to spin again.

"Okay well give me a reason, look at me and tell me I have nothing to worry about and that you still like me." He placed a hand on your shoulder and you turned to face him. His eyebrows creased in concern. “Are you drunk? Are you fucking drunk?!”

You pushed at his arm with much more force in your mind than you actually did. “Yeeees~ and why are YOU so worried about it Jae?” You tried to boop him on the nose but he grabbed your hand before you reached his face.

“What the fuck Y/N?! this...this isn’t you. I don’t like what he’s doing to you.”

“Oh yeah? Well why do I have to care about what you think? Why can’t I just—just do whatever the hell I want?!” You actually succeed in shoving him on the chest this time and he stumbled slightly in shock. “Do you think you’re the boss of me Jae? This is why you don’t have any fucking friends!” As soon as you let the words leave you, you felt a deep pain in your chest but he shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Jae was wrong, Damien wasn't changing you it's just that you would never do these adventurous things if Jaehyun was around because he was too careful and you couldn't live the rest of your life not knowing what it was like. Jaehyun didn't know what he was talking about.

He hadn’t spoken to you since that night. He felt bad for getting so upset but what were you thinking? You had just promised him you both wouldn’t do anything like that, yet you couldn’t even make it to college before you broke it. It was all Damien’s fault; he was bad news. Jaehyun so badly wanted to apologize but you weren’t answering his texts, his calls and he hasn’t seen you around school. Hope filled his heart, telling him you say something—anything—back to him and you’d be occupying his time with your presence.

Yet here he was sat at the table, a scrabble board placed perfectly in the middle, ready for an extra player. But you weren’t there and making words for the both of you as if you were playing with him, didn’t give him the satisfaction he thought it would. And why were all of his words so so romantic? This was stupid, he hated this. You were supposed to be sitting adjacent to him, sitting crisscrossed in the chair, thinking hard about a word to play. Maybe you were right, he was too boring for anyone else to be around and the only person who put up with it for years was you.

His mom walked in the kitchen to see him staring at one piece in his hand; zoned out. “Sweetie it’s getting late, you might wanna put it away for tonight.” When he still didn’t budge, she placed a hand on his shoulder and he stood up and pulled her in a tight hug. She felt his body shake and heard the small whimpers coming from him so she rubbed his back. “Oh my baby boy…it’s okay…it’s okay.”

“What did I do wrong mom? Why does she hate me so much? I just want Y/N back…I want my best friend.”

He’s never felt emotions so strongly for someone but what should he expect when he’s lived his life knowing what it was like to wake up and fall asleep next to you. Whenever you needed him he was there for you. No one could ever make him laugh like you do, make him protective like you do, make him…love like you do.

He loves you. To the moon and back. And he never wanted to admit that because it would sound typical, so boring, so cliche. But the veins on his head bulged just thinking about you being with someone else that wasn’t him. What if you were forgetting him slowly every day that you weren't around him? No, that could never happen right? He didn’t want to know at this point, he just wanted you back. Has he messed so badly that he wouldn’t see or talk to you until you got to college? Maybe he’d see you at prom but even then, there was no guarantee that you’d even bat an eye his way.

You'd been at Damien's all weekend, cuddled up with him in his room like always. There's actually not much else you would do together. He didn't take you on dates, he almost always snuck you into his house and when you were at school, he acted like everyone else was more important. Jae would never do that to you but he was being so stupid right now so until you got over it, you would continue reading his messages from the drop down menu on your phone. Maybe you'd see him at prom but even then, there was no guarantee you'd want to see him.

Damien broke you out of your thoughts when he started to kiss you on the neck and moving awfully close to your face which was "off-limits". His hand rested on your waist and worked to remove your shirt. He eased his way up to your jaw and around to your lips before you put a hand to his chest and backed away.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” Your boyfriend touched your chin with his finger and leaned in but you moved away.

“I just want my first real kiss to be special.”

“And you’re saying it won’t be special with me?” He crossed his arms and sat back against his headboard. “This have anything to do with that guy you always hang around?”

“Who, Jae? No, he’s just my best friend.”

“Oh yeah well you two look at each other like you’re in love so maybe you are just a liar and this totally has something to do with him, just like I fucking thought.”

You felt extremely offended now and you scooted back away from him. “A liar? I’m telling the truth, Jae is my best friend and there’s nothing going on between us.” You scoffed loudly and your brows furrowed in anger. “Why did you ask me out if you thought I liked him then?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “I actually just wanted to make Sarah jealous and I had high hopes for you but you don’t even wanna kiss me so I can’t brag that we had sex.”

You caught a lump in your throat and your eyes brimmed with tears. “What? W-why?” You had to swallow down that burning and sore feeling before you spoke up. “Why would you do that to me? I thought you liked me.”

“And I thought you’d jump at the opportunity to have sex with me but you’re the most boring virgin I’ve ever met. This idea sucked and all my friends were right that you weren’t the right choice for this.”

With tears streaming down your face, you slapped him as hard as you could and put your shirt back on and stormed out his room. Some boyfriend he was. He wasn’t even that cute to be such a waste of time. But alas, your heart was still broken over something that easily could have been avoided. He was a walking red flag but you let his looks get to you. Boys are stupid, except for Jaehyun and right now you’d love if he hugged you and let you fall asleep on his chest.

But you doubt he even wanted to talk to you right now. He wouldn’t just watch you cry though right? When you got to his house and knocked on the door, you had already stopped crying but your eyes still felt red and puffy. His mom answered the door and immediately pulled you in when she saw how wrecked you looked.

“Y/N what happened?! Oh my goodness!”

“My stupid boyfriend—no, ex boyfriend is stupid. Dumb and stupid and I hate him and I never want to see him again.” You could feel the tears fighting their way back to your eyes so you quickly wiped them on the back of your hand. “I just wanna see Jae.”

“Well sweetie…I don’t know if that’s such a great idea. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague and that’s not a good look for you if I’m being honest. You’ve missed out on scrabble and you know how much he loves playing with you.”

Now you were tearing up for a different reason. You were about to be why your birthday wish doesn’t come true all because of a boy that didn’t really like you.

“Buuut if you must know, he’s at the basketball court. His feelings are pretty hurt right now so be ready to see a different side of him.” She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and offered a smile of comfort.

He was playing with a few other guys and looked to genuinely be having fun. You watched from the other side of the gate, fingers slipped through the holes to support you. You quietly stood there as he continued to make goal after goal--he's always been good at the sport. He hadn't noticed you until he stopped to get some water. He made eye contact and quickly avoided it.

“Hey Jae.” You walked along the path outside the gate but he didn’t respond nor look up at you. “Can we talk Jae?” Now he was no longer inside the court and he was walking past you towards his house. “Please Jae, I need to tell you something.” You followed him as he walked and you would keep following him even when he got home. “Okay if you won’t talk to me at least just listen okay? I broke up with him today…he was an asshole. You know, he said he only dated me to try and make Sarah jealous and since I didn’t want to kiss him he knew he couldn’t make her jealous by telling her we had sex either. He used me and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you and said all those mean things to you. I really want my best friend to hug me and make me feel better like he always does.”

He stopped on the doorstep of his house and when he opened the door, he didn’t close it behind him; silently inviting you in. He plopped onto the couch and when you sat next to him, he reached over to pull you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder as you burst into tears. He really was the best at comforting you and even when he was upset with you, he cared for you deeply. He laid his head on top of yours and rubbed your back.

You woke up, turning on a surface that felt nothing like his couch. You were in his bed aka he carried you there after you fell asleep to make sure you were cozy. As you were stretching, his door creaked open and he peaked his head around it, smiling when he saw you were awake.

"Good nap?" He plopped down and laid next to you.

"You know the naps you never see coming are the best." You turned on your side and started at him for a while. "Thanks Jae, I really needed that. You're the best best friend a girl could ask for."

Was that supposed to make him feel so sad? "Who would I be if not Y/N's best best friend? And this best best friend is taking you to prom."

You quickly sat up and squealed, "no way Jae are you serious?! you still wanna take me after everything that happened? It's okay if you don't actually want, I don't want you to feel obligated."

"Come on Y/N, why would I not wanna take you to prom? We JUST had a conversation about being best best friends." He chuckled to himself and stood up at the foot of his bed. "And I've already been practicing this." He bowed and then positioned his arms as if he had a dance partner and took dancing steps around his room making you laugh and applaud his determination.

"Jae, Y/N! Dinner's ready!"

Your heads shot to the door and you jumped up from the bed grabbing Jae by his arm. "You're not off the hook Ms. Y/N, we're practicing together next time and you can't say no."

Things were back to normal at school with you and Jae being friends again, besides the awkward run-ins with Damien. You've had to stop Jaehyun from tackling him a few times this week but that was expected. Everyone was gearing up for prom which was traditionally held within the last 3 weeks of school before graduation. Most other schools had their proms one to two months ago but your school tried giving the students more time to stay focused on their finals. You and Jae had received the the good news that you were both accepted to the school you applied for which meant you'd be seeing him every day for at least 4 more years.

"Can you believe we're less than a month away from walking to school for the last time?"

"Honestly, no. As much as we've talked about this, I can't believe we're seniors in high school." You walked with him back to your house as you both drank a juice box.

"Well I have two surprises for you this weekend so I hope you're ready."

"Surprises? I don't know if I can wait all the way until the weekend Jae, can you show me now? Please please please?" You jumped up and down while holding his arm, begging to see what he had in store for you.

"Nope, your tricks won't work on me. You only have to wait two days for your surprise, I think you can wait until then right?"

You halted your pleading movements and pouted, "I guess so, but it better be worth the wait."

Saturday had come much faster than you expected with the way you couldn't stop thinking about what he thought would be a surprise. Jaehyun was good at surprises though so you shouldn't have doubted him but the excitement took over. He told you to be ready by 2 o'clock and he came inside to escort you out.

"Close your eyes, you can't spoil the first surprise Y/N." He guided you down the stairs by your arm. "Okay, open!"

You opened your eyes and they almost flew out of your head. "OH MY GOD JAE YOU HAVE A CAR?!" He smiled proudly and nodded. He rushed to open the door for you and gestured you to get in. "But we can't go anywhere Jae, you don't have your-"

Before you finished your sentence, he pulled his license out of his pocket and held it in front of your face. "I got it like 2 weeks ago but I didn't want to spoil the surprise. Now I can drive us to our classes."

"No freaking way Jae what the hell! You're a real adult now huh? Looks like I need to catch up. These are the best two surprises ever!"

He smirked and turned the key in the ignition. "Oh, that wasn't the second surprise, just wait until we get there."

He drove for about an hour and a half before he pulled into the parking lot of the aquarium. You hadn't been in some years and you kept mentioning it to your mom every once in a while hoping she would get the hint to take you both, but instead he took it upon himself to surprise you with this trip. Inside, you walked around arm in arm in awe of all the animals. Hands down your favorite part was the quiet and secluded room they had specifically for viewing the sharks and jellyfish. There was a bench right in the middle of it, so you lead him over to take a seat.

You sighed when you sat down and he looked over at you quizzically. "You know" you started carefully, "Damien never did things like this with me and as much as I hated that, I didn't think it was enough to make me want to break up with him. But every time, no matter what, you always find a way to do what he should have done. I know you wanna say 'I told you so'."

"No Y/N, I'm not going to say that to you. I'm just glad you're my best friend okay? And we don't have to talk about this anymore if you don't want to."

"No Jae, I want to talk about it because I just wanted to say thank you for always being there for me."

He put a hand on your back and gave you a small, comforting smile. "Hopefully this isn't too much but I got you something else." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pink rose. "I was going to give you a whole bouquet at prom but this was the last one and I got scared they wouldn't have anymore in time and they were so perfect for you and-"

You leaned over and put your lips on his. He kissed you back--no hesitation--his hand resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. This wasn't supposed to feel natural or nice, it was supposed to be a spur of the moment type thing that you regret afterwards. But it wasn't any of those things, it was something you wanted more of until you couldn't bother to stomach it. You pushed off of him and moved closer to the other end of the bench.

"Why would you kiss me back Jae?!" You leaned forward and put your head in your hands as tears fell from your eyes.

You could hear the panic in his voice next to you, "Y/N I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-to-" he reached for you to comfort you like always but you swatted him away.

"No Jae, you shouldn't have done that! I was vulnerable and you shouldn't have kissed me back like you loved me!" You stood up and walked toward the exit.

"Y/N no, wait, please, I-I..." He chased after you and grabbed at your wrist before you could fully make it out of the area.

"I don't wanna hear it Jae, just take me home."

The ride home was quiet and the air was tense. You sat with your legs facing away from him as you stared out the window. You’ve known him long enough to know he would take small glances your way—trying to make it not seem so obvious—turning back before you caught a glimpse. You weren’t sure why it made you so upset, why you yelled at him the way he did at the party. He shouldn’t have done it, he should have been more careful.

“Uh Y/N, you’re home.”

You were so deep in thought and so caught up in trying to ignore him that your house suddenly seemed so close to the aquarium. “Thanks.” was all you said before opening your door and hopping out. You would try and talk to him if he stopped you before you closed the door; you would give him a chance. Yet he said nothing and that pissed you off more. Was he not worried about how you felt? Did he not care that you didn’t talk to him the whole ride? What was wrong with him? It didn’t matter, you understood. He didn’t think he was wrong and wasn’t going to apologize for it.

You heard him drive off after you closed the front door. You slid down to the floor and began crying again. Your mom walked into the foyer, rushing over to make sure everything was okay. “Y/N what happened? Is everything okay with Jaehyun?”

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore mom, he’s just another stupid boy!”

“How do I look?” You stood in your bathroom mirror, adding the final touches to your makeup and hair.

“You look gorgeous sweetie, as always.” Your mom stood in your room, watching you from the bathroom doorway. Her hands were clutched at her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with having no date love?”

No, you weren’t okay with it but Damien was a no go and you still hadn’t spoken to Jae since last week. Your short but traumatizing history with boys has taken a toll on you. Prom was for girls to have their first dance with the boy they promised to be with forever and grow old with. Something that you apparently weren’t going to experience because as you’ve come to learn, boys are stupid.

“Have a great time honeybunch! Call me if you need a ride back!” Your mom yells out the window as she drops you off in front of the school. It was now or never, you only have prom once.

As expected, the vibes were quite nice, something that you’d expected from the countless times you’ve thought about it and also seeing it on TV. The music played loudly from the two big speakers that sat atop the stage at the back of the gym, which was the biggest and best spot to host such an event. You looked around seeing a few familiar faces but landing on one in particular. You hadn’t interacted much with Damien since you broke up with him or really thought much about him. He stood in a crowd, like usual, laughing and talking. As much as you still found him attractive, you’ll never forget how he took advantage of your kindness for his own benefit. You had heard that Sarah didn’t even want him back and told him that “trying to make her jealous” made him look pitiful. Serves him right.

You stood on the sidelines, occasionally blocking your eyes from the pink hued lights that shined brightly from the ceiling. Eventually growing tired of standing in one spot, you walked over to the punch bowl. Flashbacks from the night of the party twisted your stomach in knots; no drinks for tonight even if it wasn’t spiked. As you turned around, you nearly bumped into someone.

“Hey.” That tall, blonde haired boy you actually missed so much was standing in front of you, holding a bouquet of the same pink roses he tried giving you at the aquarium. “They had more and I didn’t want to not give them to you. I also wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Thanks for the flowers Jae.” Short and curt. If you didn’t know any better, he looked like he was going to cry but you know his feelings were just really hurt with not being able to talk to you or be your prom date like he previously wanted. “I’ll see you around.”

As the night went on, he couldn’t help but wonder where he went so wrong. He wasn’t even the one who initiated the kiss. It was beginning to stress him out not knowing how to deal with these feelings for you. You obviously didn’t feel the same way but part of him thought it might have changed after that kiss but he was far from the truth. He wished he could go back to that day and do nothing but would that have satisfied you or just made you hurt more? Having your best friend do more than the guy you dated but couldn’t even be courteous enough to kiss you back? He shouldn’t have kissed you at such a vulnerable time but they were your words not his. He’d have kissed you a million more times if that’s what you wanted or maybe that’s what he wanted.

“Aaaalright boys and girls or should I say ladies and gentlemen, go ahead and grab your partner for tonight; whether that be your prom date, a good friend or a once in a lifetime opportunity to confess your love to the person you’ve been watching all year. Let’s slow this music down a bit and end this night off with a bang!”

Jaehyun hadn’t imagined his night going like this. You practiced with him on countless nights, dancing across his or your floor, leading each other through a routine that you let your subconscious choreograph. To be able to hold you so closely and look into your eyes, he wanted to tell you then and there, each time, just how much you meant to him. He looked up and saw that you were already staring at him from across the room. Would you give him a second chance to apologize and make it up to you? Guess he had to find out.

He walked over to you and offered you a hand. Suddenly you were back in his room, laughing as you both messed up a move, stepping on each other’s toes and falling into each other. The world around you was quiet besides the music still playing through those big speakers. It was just you and Jae in this moment. You laid your head on his chest, feeling like you could hear his heartbeat. You looked up at him. He always had that look in his eyes like he was looking through a telescope and viewing the way the stars shined and the planets aligned.

“Y/N I have to tell you something.” His chest was moving fast and his eyes were frantically searching your face for approval.

“Yeah go ahead Jae.”

“I love you Y/N.”

“Yeah I love you too Jae.”

“No, Y/N. I love love you, not just because you’re my best friend but maybe even more because you’re my best friend. I can’t keep this to myself anymore, I fucking love you Y/N.”

Immediately you were more aware of everyone around you, the music blaring, the lights too bright and now you were stepping on his toes again.

You pushed away from him. “Jae what’s happening with you? Stop this.”

“Y/N please, I didn’t want to keep that from you. Those are my true feelings, I meant what I said.”

“Yeah and that’s your problem. What about my feelings huh? This is your 3rd strike Jae, I can’t do this anymore.”

Just then, a tap on your shoulder. It was Damien. “Hey Y/N, I know this is a terrible request but do you wanna dance with me since it’s the last day of school and all?”

You wanted to cringe and step away from both boys but you turned to look at Jae who watched for your reaction, “Y/N don’t.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to your ex boyfriend “Sure Damien, I’d love to.”

[bloomingnewwrld]

Lover to lover

[richardgrimes]

FRINGE (2008-2013)

[kabukiaku]

found this papa terzo in my drafts, decided to finish it!! 💜💛🖤 𐕣

[actual-changeling]

"It would have been you."

It's raining.

Of course, it's raining.

A soft, constant drizzle leaving his hair a damp, curly mess that falls into his face and clings to his skin. Even though the cold is slowly seeping into his clothes, Crowley stops and turns around. Condensation is collecting on the inside of his shades where his breath drifts up, warm and too fast, and even if it hadn't been late at night, if the street hadn't been empty, he would have still taken them off.

Aziraphale is licking rain drops from his lips and blinking with dark, heavy lashes.

"What?"

His voice is rough, almost drowned out by the noise of rain hitting the pavement, collecting in small puddles around his feet.

"If it had been a choice, a real one, it would have been you."

The world did not end, questions were answered, apologies spoken, but their last conversation before everything went to shit is still a sharp splinter lodged in his chest, cutting him open more and more with every heartbeat. All of the fears he had left unsaid, the viscous doubt pooling in his lungs and weighing down his breaths—the truth might tip the scales and finally destroy him, and yet he cannot bring himself to stop Aziraphale from talking.

"It has always been you, Crowley. You must know that."

"I don't."

Bitterness laces his voice despite his best intentions, a drop of oil tainting an entire river, six thousand years of history, and it hurts because it's the truth, because they both wish it wasn't.

He doesn't know, couldn't know, because Aziraphale always needed him to stop them, to step back when they got too close. Every single time he had tried to push, gone too bloody fast, the angel had recoiled, scared for him, scared for the both of them. Crowley knows, and at the same time, he doesn't, because he still has hope and there is nothing more dangerous than allowing it to bloom; it's small, withered, brittle, on the verge of death and has been for centuries.

(It's still there, though. It keeps fighting, keeps trying. Keeps hoping.)

They're drenched to the bone, wet and pathetic, and there is nothing romantic about any of it when Aziraphale retraces his steps and closes the distance between them; there is, however, love.

There has always been love, whether they could admit it or not.

"I'm sorry. For- for everything, for making you think that I don't care about you."

"Angel, don't lie-"

"I'm not lying."

Crowley stares, frozen to the spot when Aziraphale presses cold, wet palms to his cheeks, his breath a ghost of warmth on his skin. This is too much, too close to 'our side', and if he didn't know better (does he know better? does he really?) he would think that he is about to—

"I'm not lying," he whispers, broken, truthful, "I love you. I won't leave you."

The rain stings in his eyes, masking the tears—hot and wistful—meeting Aziraphale's skin where it is touching his.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, angel."

His voice cracks and so does his heart, and he can feel the walls they have built together crumbling to dust under their feet. It's not real, it can't be real, and yet the truth is shimmering in storm-blue eyes he has been carrying with him since the moment he first put stars into the sky.

"It's you, always has been, always will be. If you let me."

Crowley kisses him as he falls apart, barely healed fractures reopening as his essence spills over and out, drowning him in please, please be real, please let us have this, please, God.

Just this once.

Aziraphale holds his face so incredibly gently, as if it's something worth keeping, something to protect, something he is afraid to lose. When the ground doesn't open up and swallow them whole, when the sky doesn't reach for them with greedy hands, he allows himself to seize Aziraphale's face in turn, cupping his jaw and kissing the rain drops off his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, tasting his tears when they begin to fall.

"It's always been you. God, of course I will let you."

Sapphire blue eyes blink up at him, a smile pressed against his lips, a smile he can feel, a smile that is for him, them.

"Perhaps you could let me somewhere less, ah, sopping wet?"

"I was right, though. It's the rain that did it."

Aziraphale laughs, bright and happy, and infectious enough to make Crowley laugh too, and grabs his hand to pull him back towards the bookshop - back home.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[hiraethwrote]

sunea ༄.° suna + hea

loner couple, surprising amount of pda, cat parents, token emos of the friend group, hopeless romantics, obsessed!gf x obsessed!bf, "god, you're so beautiful", matching tattoos, music enthusiasts, bar hopping, black cat!gf x dobermann!bf, playfully insulting each other, has to hold me back, arm across my shoulders, making playlists

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ now playing

you're everything — orlando, kilu

i see you in all of my dreams / in all of my dreams / no one competes / no one can be / better for you, better than me

my lover girl — gordon's grandson

it's a feeling when we kiss / my lover girl / i know it when i miss that sweet / feeling when we kiss / you're my lover girl / you're my lover

everyone but you — the front bottoms

it's hard to do / when i hate everyone but you / everyone but you / i fell in love / 'cause no one saw me the way you did / and no one's seen me that way since

[hyugaruma]

Apples and Oranges (Ranmaru x Reader)

♡

His favorite thing about you was your skin. Soft, unmarred, a sweet expanse for his callused fingertips to explore, to pinch, to squeeze. Smooth like silk beneath his palm, unsullied by no one but him. The lines of indentation left behind from your clothes, like dunes for his fingers to travel between. The way your flesh seemed to mold so perfectly within his none-so-gentle grip, like you were made to be melded with him, for him.

“Ranmaru,” you mewled, halfheartedly pushing away his hands as they found themselves being roughly shoved under your shirt, pads of his fingertips digging into the softness of your belly.

Ranmaru was never one to take to your, or anyone’s, resistance, his unforgiving palms making their way right back up your shirt. You knew better than to reject him, to defy him, to be anything other than compliant and pliable for him. Like putty for him to mold between his hands. Pinned to the couch beneath him, it was as if you were completely and utterly under his control. It was always like that. And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Ranmaru nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, the gentlest of gestures that you could have received from him, but you knew that his intentions were anything but. Goosebumps prickled across your skin as his cool breath ghosted against your sensitive neck. For a brief moment, you imagined him tearing into your throat like a vicious animal. The thought made you shudder, from fear or excitement you were uncertain.

His teeth nipped at the skin just above your carotid; he could faintly feel the quickening thrum of your pulse against his lips. He’d never let it be known, but this made him shudder, too.

His second favorite thing about you was your naivety. Always the one to believe the best in him, make excuses for any and all of his actions, the first one to be waiting for him in the wake of all his cruelty and deceit. Always with that sweet, innocent, pathetic look on your face. So ready to accept him for all that he was, and all that he ever would be.

Members of Doubt were surprised when you made your debut by Ranmaru’s side. Like the rabbit in the clutches of the wolf, except they assumed you the prey so ignorant to your plight that you didn’t even realize the beast that was ready to consume you. Ever obedient, by his side, as if someday your loyalty would pay off. It never would. Everyone knew it. They didn’t realize it, but you knew it too. And yet, it was a dark plunge you were willing to endure for even a moment within Ranmaru’s grasp.

There could be no greater difference in the world than the two of you. And neither you nor Ranmaru would have had it any other way.

[orangesand-lemons-234]

anyway, modern au only child albert that was raised by his grandparents, and they are the most supportive people of all time.

his mamó kim brought him and race to their first pride parade wearing a shirt that said "the communal fairy grandmother" (she happily took pictures with people and gave out free hugs to them)

his grandad joey has never missed a single one of his dance recitals since he was a kid, and it is now tradition that they go out for ice cream afterwards.

albert brought jojo home from school once when they were younger and was like "this is my mamó, and the one watching the football is my grandad." and jojo was absolutely baffled because one set of his grandparents had already passed away, and the others lived miles away and albert just said "we can share!"

due to this, any friend of alberts is now their honorary grandchild, but they truly do not mind. finch has accidentally referred to kim and joey as his own grandparents on numerous occasions, and they have not once corrected him. they're just glad that albert has built up the family he didn't have as a kid, no matter how loud and chaotic they are.

[vladimpale]

i'm having a lot of newmann feelings so because i can't help myself here is kuroaka as gay scientists at the end of the world

its so easy to think about kuroo coming to love the unlovable and becoming obsessed with studying the kaiju

you might think he would become a jaegar pilot and fight in the front line of the war THIS IS THE FRONT LINE FOR HIM

dissecting every bit of kaiju he can get his hands on, experimenting on them, theorizing about their physiology and ecosystem and all the shit biologists do idk man sjsjsjke

i think kenma convinced him of this back when the jaegar program was just at its start and kuroo, hearing about the masses dying, wanted to enroll as a pilot

kenma's eyes pierced him through the darkness of the room, glowing in their intensity. kuroo liked to joke that they were definitely drift compatible with the way he could read kenma's eyes, always so expressive despite his attempts at covering them with his hair.

"don't go."

"what? kenma-"

"what use are you dead in a giant mech? there are plenty of people who can pilot a jaegar, but not a lot of people think like you do."

cue sparkling eyes kuroo (tears? inspiration? who knows)

i was thinking about kenma in j-tech but like. how hilarious would black market dealer kenma be. i still dont know tho

(after deliberation i decided. yeah kenma in j-tech working in secret with kuroo on cloning kaiju in a controlled environment because it sounds cool af)

(also totally unrelated but how cool would kaiju bio harvester yaku be)

akaashi on the other hand did get into the jaegar program to be a pilot

he was praised a lot for being the only person drift compatible with bokuto who had a very volatile temperament

on his first deployment he fucked up his leg and was forced to retire (which was better than being dead but yk)

he was often told he was wasting his intellect as a ranger which made him a bit reckless during the deployment. retiring to the academics was all the more bitter because of this. i think his resentment towards his job would never stop until the breach would be closed

so he took out his frustration through k-science and, when he wasnt helping to find bokuto a co-pilot, he dedicated his entire time to analyzing the patterns of the kaiju

(bokuto is not drift compatible with anyone akaashi doesn't give his ok to. they have a complicated relationship ok)

before being assigned to the same shatterdome i think kuroaka would be distantly aware of, maybe even admiring each other (maybe they too sent each other letters, kuroo first because he's old fashioned and then akaashi because he liked the seriousness of hand written letters)

of course kuroo's attitude was an instant turn off for akaashi the first time they met. kuroo is simply horrible at first impressions (and he was trying way too hard to look cool in front of akaashi)

akaashi thought he was kinda asshole-ish for how he butted in other people's business like he knew better (and he was kinda right) kuroo just likes getting reactions out of people, which is not an easy task with akaashi

more and more people were being let go not only from j-tech, but their lab too, and the tension between them was higher and higher

there were nights where they let themselves be vulnerable tho. like talking about their dreams and their friendships and how isolated and alone they felt at the end of the world

"you've never thought of drifting with him?" "well. i once did, when i first started working for the ppdc. i had the equipment basically at my fingertips — i didn't actually — and the temptation was big. it sat in the back of my mind for a long time; but i don't need the drift to read kenma's mind so. no."

i'm honestly so unsure on which one would be the first to drift with the kaiju brain but. i have to say akaashi; i think it got presented to him as a hypothetical during their talks and the idea just rooted itself in his brain because akaashi is anything but normal about his obsessions

as we know he can't just not see his obsessions through and drifts with the kaiju

i just know kuroo was pissed as shit and gave him the silent treatment for a while, though akaashi might not have noticed while being haunted by The Visions

kuroo and oikawa (now laid off drift scientist) talked about all kinds of possibilities of side effects in that time so when time came for a second drift — kuroo just hauled akaashi with him to do it together

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

So are any of you bumfucks on this godforsaken app gonna talk about how Brazil (Declan McKenna) was written By and For Ronan Lynch or am I gonna have to do it myself let’s do this bitches

Fair warning I’m sorta really bad at analysis according to every English teacher I’ve ever had so this is a lot of me freaking out but I think it turned out ok (this took half a year)

Starting off strong with Cars and Animals (Ronan’s favourite) !! Anyway the vibe I’m getting from this is like. The barns and then the He’s got eyes talks like an angel looks like me part is about the like. Greywaren vs Ronan Lynch dream vs human stuff we see in Greywaren (not super spoilery but it kinda doesn’t make sense unless u read the book lmao)

I could write a whole second post as long as this one just about this line but let me unpack this because ohhh my god. First up the use of religion is so perfect for mister Lynch over here and then. IM THE FACE OF GOD IM MY FATHERS SON IS INSANE FOR HIM IM GOING SO FERAL OVER THIS HE LITERALLY IS GOD AND HES HIS FATHERS SON (“and Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war” and also The Scene in TRK where Adam goes into Ronan’s room and thinks Niall is sitting on the bed) THIS IS CANON

He’s Not what u think u see he looks so mean but he just wants his little farm and for his husband to get into heaven when he dies (he’s worried about his agnostic tendencies) jk but this is 100% ab stereotypes and how Ronan doesn’t rly fit into what anyone thinks he is (the whole thing about Adam wanting to be unknowable and realizing Ronan Is Unknowable [poetry chefs kiss])

Can’t eat leather is so self explanatory. The bracelets are RIGHT THERE you can’t fool me Mr mckenna

I’m done. I’m done. I don’t even need to keep explaining this it’s RIGHT THERE AGH

And onto the ecoterrorism

I’m kidding (not really) bc this part always makes me think of literally the Entire Plot of TDT when Ronan is going around destroying capitalism to save dreamers. This IS the servers scene and the underwater pipeline and the Mirrors lady and also the way all of TDT is about self discovery and learning who you are and how to deal with that in a society made to destroy you and how isolating and sad that is (it gets him down 😞) and I can KEEP GOING

And just the way the song is so melancholy and also happy at once hits me so hard cause it feels like what the Barns does when you read the book like it SOUNDS like something Aurora would sing to kid Ronan it’s so homey and sweet but also sad and perfect

And obviously I don’t go through the whole song here but I feel that I’ve made my case sufficiently enough thanks for reading this far I love u mwah

[mychemicalrachel]

Synopsis;

Ronan is sad he'll never be able to introduce his parents to his fiance and his brothers just want to make him feel better. A story about grief and the bonds that brothers share.

Excerpt;

Adam’s chin settled on Ronan’s shoulder and he smiled, pressing a kiss to Ronan’s cheek. “What do you say, Lynch? You gonna introduce me to your folks?”

[mylucayathoughts]

Alex on his way back from Paris is one of the most underrated Taylor scenes in Red White and Royal Blue and I think he did such a splendid job there. It's underrated in the sense that, it's not as talked about as his coming out to Henry scene or lake scene or Kensington palace confrontation scene, mostly possibly because it's so short (about 9 seconds). But it's one of my favorites and it owns my heart 🥺♥️. I even talked about it a bit in my little moments series part 1, but not nearly enough.

To me, this scene was incredibly beautifully acted. Taylor poured his heart and soul into it. I believe he discussed it with Matthew extensively and put a lot of thoughts on his approach to it. He knew, the focus would be on his face and he had to portray the many emotions of Alex perfectly and boy did he deliver!

Alex was seen to be so lost in thoughts on the plane, taking in all the new things that had happened, contemplating Henry and their situationship, navigating all the new feelings that were bubbling up within his chest.

He was thinking about Henry, who had become such a good friend to Alex in such a short amount of time, who listens to him, supports him, reassures him while having his own demons to deal with, his closetedness, unsympathetic grandparent. I'm sure Alex felt heard, connected, loved and at the same time feeling a new sense of responsibility towards Henry, to care for him, to protect him. He was falling so fast in love with Henry. This must have been overwhelming to him in the best possible way. And you can see it in the way he goes from pensive to taking in a deep breath. I love how it shows that he is relaxing and coming to terms with all these new feelings.

And he tears up a bit at the weight of them, the weight of all the good things, the prospect of something much bigger and more beautiful than a hook up. And he smiles, ever so softly, at how happy and at peace it made him feel.

I cropped the photo so that his teary eyes can be seen a little better. This 9 second scene is so important and sets the tone for the rest of the movie. Alex was clearly very serious after this about their relationship. His transition from showing just pure Physical want and devouring looks (at the polo match), and then just having a good time with Henry, discovering little things about each other (garden scene and Paris Cafe scene) to Paris hotel scene where they make love for the first time and him pouring his heart out to Henry, and seeing Henry say all the right things, respond in the most loving way, has been done so seamlessly and all of it culminate in this plane scene. And it's so apparent that Alex is grasping and accepting all of that. It's just amazing to see Taylor portray this with just facial expressions (and not through a convo with a friend like it's sometimes done in movies). Such a well scripted and well acted scene, it was so refreshing to watch 🥰

[delusionisaplace]

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Getting overly jealous over small interactions.

"So what? You're dating them now?"

Overthinking and overanalyzing every single one of their crushes' actions/words, trying to figure out the intent behind them.

"Do they like me back, or not?"

"I can never figure out what you want from me..."

Constantly trying to confess, but biting their tongue before words come out, just to wonder later what would have happened if they had just said what they meant.

Getting upset over cancelled plans and unanswered texts.

Glances that linger on longer than intended.

Recalling small touches, like brushed hands or a small nudge, and immediately yearning for that warmth again.

"Why don't you get it?"

"Is it not obvious? Am I doing something wrong?"

Feeling mad or annoyed with their crush for not realizing their feelings go deeper than just friendship.

Replaying old memories in their head and wishing to make more.

Feeling unwanted whenever they see their crush giving their time, attention, and affection to someone else.

Trying to subtly touch their crush to hint at their feelings.

The "playful" flirting that they mean with every bit of their heart.

Overcompensating by giving compliments and being extra nice, but feeling frustrated all the same when their crush doesn't seem to notice their efforts.

The constant daydreams about how life would be if they were together.

Avoiding any other romantic pursuit because they're stuck on that one person.

Staring at their crush whenever they laugh or smile and thinking: "I wish I can make this moment last forever."

this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, and i finally found the motivation to finish lmaooo

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Sleeping, Dancing and Mistletoe

Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> Times when people found evidence that you and Logan were possibly a couple, and the one time you both finally confirmed it.

Disclaimer: Mostly fluff, mentions/illusions to sex, Logan checking you out. Couple of swear words here and there. This has been unfinished in my drafts for at least a week so...yeah. This is finished. little Christmas at the end. Not Proof Read.

For what felt like the thirtieth time in the hour, you turned over with a huff and pressed your pillow to your ears, trying to muffle the sounds coming from next door. 

And just as it finally died down, you sighed and was just about to thank some ancient being for hearing your prayers when…it started again. 

“That’s it.”

Changing out of your longer pyjama bottoms and into some sleep shorts, you made your way out of your room, keeping your footsteps as quiet as you could until the noises faded away and you started to reach your intended room. 

Opening up the door, you found exactly what you were looking for. 

Shaking his shoulder as he lay on his stomach, you whispered his name, hoping he’d hear you. 

“Logan.” You shook him for a third time. “Logan.” 

Nothing. 

With another sigh, you slapped his face gently and said his name once more, a little louder and firmer. 

“Logan.”

Finally, he groaned. “What?” 

His voice was muffled by his pillow but you could hear him just well enough. Or maybe you were just used to his grunts that they were starting to become their own language you could understand. 

“Move over. I’m sleeping here tonight.”

“What’s wrong with your bed?”

“Nothing.”

“Then go and sleep there.” Logan turned his head away from you and scrunched up his pillow beneath his head.

“I can’t. My neighbours have decided tonight is Valentine’s Day 2.0.”

You pushed half of his body with your hands until he finally got the cue to turn over. 

“Too much information.”

You shook your head, “Too much information is what I’ve been hearing for the last hour.”

Finally, Logan rolled onto his back, his covers covering his bottom half, and groaned. “Fine.”

“Thank you.”

Logan straightened himself in his bed, giving you room to get in beside him. And the minute you touched his covers, you were glad you had changed into shorts. 

Logan was like a furnace. Just constant heat radiating from his body and for as much as it, at times, got too hot to stand near him, he was also, in your opinion, the best person to fall asleep beside. 

“Just shut up and go to sleep.”

Laying on your side, it wasn’t long until you closed your eyes, thankful that you could hear nothing other than Logan’s steady breathing and the distant clock down the hall that was forever ticking. 

However, just before you fully drifted off, you felt Logan’s hand take hold of yours and you smiled. 

He could be gruff all he liked, but when it came to you, he could be a softie. 

By the time morning rolled around, Storm was in search of both yourself and Logan. So, when she found your bed empty and cold, she figured Logan would know where you were. 

But he was asleep. 

Right beside you. 

Storm leaned against the door frame for a while, taking in the picture in front of her. 

Logan was fast asleep, something that was a miracle in itself, with you right beside him, your head turned towards the windows in his room, his own looking towards you, all the while, his arm slung over your midsection and one of your own hands, holding his. 

“Storm- what are you- Oh.”

Jean looked inside. 

“Looks like someone had a good night.” She smiled before looking back at Storm. “Do you think we can finally ask if they’re together?”

“I’d say this is confirmation enough.”

You shifted in your sleep as did Logan, and the two girls hid behind the corner for a moment. 

You turned your head and the rest of your body towards Logan, all the while his arm held you in a stronger grip and pulled you towards him. 

It took you a moment but you finally opened your eyes, adjusting to the light before your vision finally cleared on a sleeping Logan. 

For a moment, you allowed the hand between you both to reach up and brush the stray hairs from his eyes. It was rare you ever got to see Logan this…calm. 

Serene. 

Rested. 

Unknowingly, you started to run your left thumb over Logan’s arm that still held onto you. 

Then his fingers twitched, running over the exposed skin at the bottom of your back. 

“Are you watching me sleep?” His voice was rough, the first words in the morning. 

“Not anymore,” you smiled, brushing the final parts of his hair out of his face. 

“Thanks for letting me stay.”

Then a cough came from the door. 

Logan groaned. “Is this a new hobby; watching people sleep?”

Jean and Storm laughed from the door. “You two look cosy.”

You lifted your head and glared at Jean. “There is one reason I’m here. Maybe I think it’s time you make an investment in soundproof walls.”

Jean turned a little red and Storm laughed. 

“Look, we’ve got a busy day. You can kiss your boyfriend later.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you called out just as Logan called; “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Storm and Jean nodded and just as Jean snapped a picture, she sent it to both yourself and Logan as they walked away. 

“Sure.”

Leaning up, Logan reached for his phone to see the notification pop up before he placed it back down and you climbed out of bed. 

“They’re got a point.”

“About us being a couple?”

You threw a t-shirt at Logan. “Having a busy day.”

Logan laughed a little, scrubbing his face as he watched you leave his room before he reached behind him and took hold of his phone once more. 

Jean and Storm were right. 

From the picture…they did look like a couple. 

A couple of days passed and you were sitting in the quiet living room, the fires on both sides roaring. 

All classes had been finished for two days and some kids had returned home for the holidays, which meant you had some free time on your hands. 

And for you, that meant finally reading. 

Until you sensed someone stood behind you. 

“If you want to know what happens, you could just ask me.”

Logan plucked the book from your hands and circled around the sofa before coming to sit down beside you. 

“Logan! Give it back.”

“I want to see what it’s about.”

You sighed and sat up, “It’s a romance, Logan.”

“A romance?” Logan had a hint of a smirk on his face. “Like the…trashy kind?”

“Like the romantic kind.”

Logan looked at you and smiled. “The trashy kind.”

You rolled your eyes and took the book back from him, leaving him to fix the blanket so it rested over both of you. He placed his arm over the back of the sofa, allowing you to lean into him, whether you noticed you were doing so or not. 

“Just because you might not believe in romance, doesn’t mean the rest of us are the same.”

“I believe in romance.” 

“Yeah, right.”

Logan couldn’t help but smile. “What?”

“The Wolverine,” you said with a deep voice. “Believes in romance?”

Logan nodded. “Occasionally.”

“Occasionally?”

“Do you just like repeating everything I say?”

You nodded and smiled. “Occasionally.”

Logan rolled his eyes and took the book back from you and read a line out loud. 

“People really talk like this?”

You leaned into Logan. “No, but in a book it’s not so bad. Go on, read some more.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “You’re like my own personal audiobook.”

Logan gave a short smile before getting a little cosier and continued reading out loud. 

It wasn’t long before Logan found you asleep against him and he shifted in order to avoid you getting a crick in your neck. 

“Keep reading.”

“I thought you were asleep.” 

“Now I’m awake.” 

“Fine, just be quiet.”

You gave a fake salute. “Yes, sir.”

Holding his arm around your body that was pressed between himself and the sofa, Logan quickly kissed the top of your head and went back to reading. 

And ten minutes later, you were asleep. 

And so was he. 

An hour passed before someone found either of you, but this time, it was Scott and Bobby. 

“They might be in- oh. What do we have here?”

“Oh my god, Rouge has to see this. I told her they were together.”

Bobby rushed off and soon returned, pulling Rouge with him. 

“What is it?” Then she gasped. 

“Believe me now?”

And what Rouge saw made her smile. 

On the slightly too small sofa for Logan, you lay both between him and the sofa, as well as partly on him with your hand a little over his heart. His head was turned towards you. The blanket had fallen a little, so she reached over and pulled it up both of you before turning around and throwing a log onto the fire. 

“Come on, let's leave them.”

“But-”

“No, you are not going to disturb them. Come on.”

Rouge dragged the pair out and closed the door behind her. 

The third time people suspected you and Logan were an item was one late evening in October. 

Half of the kids were playing outside with all the freshly fallen leaves, whilst some of the older kids helped them find different critters and point them out, and build them habitats. The rest of the kids were either in their rooms or studying. 

Save for two. 

Bobby and Rouge were hiding outside of the kitchen watching yourself and Logan cook. 

“I didn’t even know he knew how to…chop. Let alone cook.”

“You should have more faith in him.”

“Come on, Rouge. You can’t tell me you weren't thinking it, too.”

And she couldn’t. Because she was. 

Meanwhile inside the kitchen, Logan was watching you from the kitchen island as he continued chopping the veg. 

There was something different about you. From the way you practically danced around the kitchen finding the different items for the recipe, to just…you. Whilst he was (semi) shirtless, just having his zipper hoodie on, along with his jeans and socks. He would have been fully dressed, except you had come and ambushed him in his room – even though you denied the word “ambushed” – to get him to help. 

And you were just simply in your pyjamas (of sorts) along with one of his zipper hoodies. 

“Bub,”

Logan laid down his knife and walked over to you as you stood by the stove, standing a little higher to see how much water was left in the pot at the back. 

You hummed a questioned response, but was met with a question…you didn’t expect. 

“Dance with me?”

“What?”

Logan smiled lightly as he pulled the wooden spoon from your hand and pulled you closer to him, despite him walking backwards. 

“Come on,” his voice in a light whisper. “Dance with me.”

“Didn’t take you for a dancer.”

Outside the door, Bobby and Rouge mouthed to each other; “They’re dancing.”

And you both were. 

Gently swaying to the music for a while, you allowed Logan to lead you around a small space in the centre of the kitchen. 

“We’re gonna burn the sauce.”

Logan gave a slight smile at you as he spun you out and back in, “We’re not gonna burn the sauce.”

“Logan.”

“Can’t you ever just enjoy a moment?”

“When that moment doesn’t include burning the house down, yes.”

“Bit of a jump, don’t you think, from burning the sauce.”

“Ha, so you agree. We’re gonna burn the sauce.”

Moving over, Logan turned down the heat on one of the pans before taking your hand back into his. “Now we won’t.”

Bobby and Rouge watched, in shock, the rest. 

For one, Logan knew how to dance? Since when? And since when did he…cook and dance in the kitchen? Unless…

Then Logan did something even you didn’t expect. 

He dipped you. 

You hand tightened its grip on Logan’s arm as you let out a small, if a little nervous, laugh. 

Logan had been full of surprises recently. From the impromptu audiobook session in which you woke up in his arms, to him not only dropping off a cup of coffee during your break from teaching but also a freshly baked muffin. 

And now he was dancing with you in the kitchen. 

And dipping you. 

When you had rushed him out of his room to help you cook, you hadn’t expected him to know the recipe for the sauce from the top of his head. Something he just happened to rattle off whilst you were looking for the cooking notebook that should have been in the cupboard beside the oven. Let alone be the one to ask to dance in the kitchen, and dip you. 

Bring you back up, both of you gave a slight chuckle as you turned around, the music slowly fading away in the background. 

“Logan…”

Looking at him, you forgot what you were going to say. 

Had his eyes always had so much green in them? 

Logan’s palm became warm against your back as it pressed further into you. Or maybe you pressed further into him and he just held you tighter. 

Slowly, your hand left his bicep and trailed towards his chest all the while your eyes studied his face. You’d known him for years and seen him a thousand times or more. 

So why did now feel like you were seeing him for the first time? Noticing him? Noticing each particle he was made up of that allowed him to sway with you in the kitchen to the music that had changed on the radio?

Only, before the space between yourself and Logan became any more closer, a noise came from outside the door. 

A sneeze. 

A sneeze that shocked you and Logan back into reality. 

Still holding you, Logan looked towards the door and gave a hint of a smile when he saw the flash of white disappear behind the beam. 

Realising what was happening, you lowered yourself back to the ground and slowly stepped out of Logan’s arms. “We should finish up.”

Logan nodded in agreement, however did look back at you when you got back to the stove, not noticing you do the same a few moments later, watching him pick up the rest of the veg and toss it into the collider to be washed. 

Time passed and after more music, more conversation - including a burnt tongue from when you had shoved a wooden spoon with fresh sauce on, into Logan’s mouth for him to try - and a lot of scrubbing later, you found Logan sitting inside the library and collapsed next to him. 

“Good news, the kids loved the food,” you told Logan. “Double good news; Jean and Scott are on cooking duty tomorrow.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Thank you for helping me.” Turning to look at Logan, you found him already looking. 

“You did ambush me.”

“I didn’t ambush you.”

“I wasn’t dressed.” Logan examined himself. “Technically, I’m still not.”

You rolled your eyes with a slight smile. “Fine. Maybe it was a mini, tiny, miniscule ambush.” 

You made a small space between your fingers. “Like this big of an ambush.”

Logan looked at you, at your fingers and then back to you in slight disgust before moving your fingers wider with his own. 

“That big of an ambush.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your hand. “And they say us women are dramatic.”

It was Logan’s turn to roll his eyes. However, as he did so, his arm wrapped around you, and pulled you back into him and the sofa. 

“Just shut the fuck up for a minute and listen.”

You did so. 

“I don’t hear anything.”

“That’s the point.” Logan’s eyes were shut as his head rested on the back of the sofa. 

Eventually you gave a shrug and joined him. 

An hour later, Storm found you both fast asleep beside one another so with a knowing smile, she found a blanket, covered you both up and closed the door behind her. But not before reminding herself she needed to get verbal confirmation from you both. 

She wasn’t handing over any money to Jean and Xavier until she had verbal confirmation of what exactly was going on between you two. 

And she didn’t have to wait long…at least in the long run, she didn’t have to wait long. 

Until then, there were plenty more incidents of falling asleep next to each other, bringing each other coffee, dancing to music in the kitchen, smiling and laughing – all before she finally got verbal confirmation that the inevitable had finally happened. 

Finally, it was acceptable to decorate for Christmas. 

Two days prior, Rogue, Logan and Storm had been helping you find all the old decorations in the attic and bring them down. Storm did try then to bribe something out of Rogue, but she apparently was just in the dark as the rest of them. 

But the smile she gave when she looked over at Logan, who was placing down another box from the back of the pile for you to take a look at, told Storm something different. 

“I can’t believe you leave it this late to decorate.”

Logan looked at you. “We’re still in November.”

“So?” 

Taking hold of the garland, you started to climb the ladder. Logan held onto the bottom just to be safe. 

“If you had it your way, the decorations would be up all year round.”

“Hey, no.”

“Hey, yes.”

“I’d take them down for…” you tried to think. “Halloween. You’d have a little break.”

Logan didn’t look entirely thrilled. “Halloween is one day.”

“Technically, it’s a month.”

“To you, it’s a month. To the rest of us, it’s a day.”

You looked back at him. “To you it’s a day, to the rest of us it’s a month.”

Then you looked back at the garland. “How does that look?”

“Great from where I’m standing.”

You looked a little confused for a second before quickly looking over your shoulder, realising where Logan was, in fact, looking. 

Not at the garland, but at your ass. 

You smiled and started to step down the ladder, hitting his shoulder on the way down. 

“I meant the garland.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Logan looked up. “Looks great.”

You laughed. “You didn’t even look.”

With a smile as you finally stepped back into his arm, he looked to the side and up. “It looks great.”

“Good. Now,” Logan turned back to look at you and you kissed him quickly. “We have to put up five more.”

“I get to watch you put up five more.”

You smiled. “This is why you’re my favourite person.”

Logan smiled. He could help you with everything else, but when it came to the garland, you had full control on where it went. Which, he didn’t mind. So long as he got to watch you put it up. 

You quickly kissed him once more, only to be pulled back when you tried to walk away. 

Then Logan gave you a real kiss. 

A little dizzy, you smiled and placed a hand on his chest and closed your eyes. “Wow.”

He gave you a quicker, lighter kiss. “You better get going before Rogue comes back with another box of lights.”

“Light?” Then it hit you. “Oh, yeah.”

Logan smirked a little as he watched you walk away and down the hallway. 

It was a couple of hours before everyone was in the same room, making the final touches all the while most of the other kids were either playing outside in the snow, were taking naps or decorating their own rooms. 

And the others had been watching you and Logan all day. 

The stolen glances, the stolen touches, the slightly knowing smiles from both Rogue and Bobby. And then, as Logan was helping you down from the ladder, his hand on your thigh, Bobby went to make the final hammer to hang up the mistletoe. 

“Wait, no. Not there.”

“Where then?”

Storm looked around. “I know. Y/n, hang this just above there. We don’t need a remake of Mistletoe Central 1997.”

Logan looked at Storm. “Do I wanna know?”

Storm shook her head. “Here.”

She handed you the mistletoe before Logan passed you the hammer back from his belt. 

Three knocks and the nail was set in and the mistletoe was above you on a corner beam, just a little to the side of the christmas tree. 

At least this way, those looking for it, would find it. 

"Oh, no, wait.” Jean said, looking at you. “Have to kiss someone. It’s tradition. You’re under the mistletoe.”

There was no one else apart from Logan.

Logan looked around at the others. He wondered how long it would take. 

Coming up behind you on the ladder, you moved over for him to stand beside you. His palm on your back held you steady and, leaning his other arm on the ledge of the ladder, his hand cupped your face and he kissed you. 

Lasting a little longer than the others had expected, you soon heard Rogue giving a little cheer, as well as a couple of whistles from the others. 

“Okay, I think they get it.” You whispered to Logan as he finally pulled away, a smile very noticeable on both of your faces. 

“Happy now?” Logan asked, turning towards where Jean and Scott were standing. 

“That was some kiss.”

You felt yourself blush at the comment. As did Logan. 

He helped you back down the ladder before you both turned and really saw the other's expression. As well as the exchanging of money between people. 

“Sooo…how long has this been going on?”

You were leaning into Logan, his hand around your back and on your hip. 

You looked at Logan, “A couple of months. We’re…what? November now so that would…”

“That would…” Logan counted back in his head. “May…June, July…six months.”

You looked back to the others. “Six months.”

A chorus of shocked faces and loud voices sounded out; “SIX MONTHS?!”

All before a small call from Rogue was made, which made both yourself and Logan smile. 

“I knew it!”

[gatesofember]

Nico senses that Jason is close to death the first time they meet. It’s not surprising. Most demigods die young and the most powerful ones always attract the most danger.

When Nico finds out that Jason is one of the Seven and recalls the words to storm or fire the world must fall and an oath to keep with final breath, he puts the pieces together and feels pretty confident that Jason’s going to be the one to die.

Every time he hears Jason make a promise, he wonders if it’s going to be the one that kills him.

At first, it’s just passive curiosity. Maybe this will be the one that does it, he thinks. I wonder if this will do him in.

Then, Jason starts making promises to Nico.

Promises of confidentiality, of loyalty, of friendship…

Nico doesn’t believe those promises at first. After all, he’s been lied to and hurt and left behind so many times before. Why should Jason be any different? Why would anyone take their promise to Nico so seriously that they’d die for it?

Jason wouldn’t keep his promises. Jason would never die for Nico.

Except…Jason is a man of integrity, and everything he does proves that to Nico. It starts to seem more and more likely that Jason means his promises.

When Nico offers Jason the chalice and asks “how much do you trust me?” half of him is also asking “how much should I trust you?” Jason’s answer is clear: Nico can trust everything.

Nico wouldn’t admit it to himself before then, but part of his resistance to Jason’s offers of friendship is he doesn’t want to get close to someone he knows he’s going to lose. Once he realizes he can trust Jason, though, he can’t help himself.

(He’s always been desperate for companionship.)

And eventually, Nico realizes that when Jason dies, he’s going to be heartbroken. Nothing will prevent that.

And that realization is a release. He’s going to get hurt no matter what, so he might as well stop trying to protect himself and allow himself to feel.

(What’s the harm? If Jason ends up hating him…well, their relationship is going to end in disaster anyway. Either Nico will ruin things himself, or Jason will die. It’s just a matter of which happens first.)

When Leo dies instead, Nico feels scared. It means the danger isn’t over. Jason isn’t safe. If not then, when would it happen?

But then Nico thinks: he hadn’t felt Leo being close to death. Why hadn’t he? Could he really trust his senses?

Then Leo comes back and Nico questions his senses even more. He’d felt Leo’s death, but he’d been wrong about it. Could he have been mistaken about Jason, too?

Bit by bit, Nico starts to hope. And just when he’s beginning to believe that Jason will stay with him, he feels his life end.

nico can sense how close someone is to death by their aura and (rightfully) panics when he meets jason.