#I made this at three in the morning god cannot help me
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Practice On Me — Part Nine — Azriel x Reader
Summary: Roza’s arrival in Windhaven brings some home truths crashing down on Reader. She just needs a hug, someone to talk to, but it all goes very, very wrong…
Word Count: 3k.
Warnings: None.
Chaos evades logic.
There is no rationality to be found here. No sense to be made of the ample feelings that begin to chew you up and spit you out.
All you know, as you lace your breeches up and correct yourself, is that you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.
“Are you decent?” Roza calls, her back still to you.
You tie the last lace. Clear your throat. “All good.”
The closest person you’ve ever had to a mother figure turns on the spot. She’s absolutely beautiful — fucking glowing — her swollen belly visible through her thick coat, and her eyes alight with a quality you’ve never seen before.
Rhysand really is the mirror image of her.
“I actually cannot believe I just witnessed that.” She grouses. “And just when I thought the morning sickness had finally come to an end, too. My poor, poor eyes.”
Cassian makes a noise. “Roz, that’s a bit dramatic—”
“You be quiet.” She points a finger at him. “Your mouth has done quite enough tonight, thank you very much.”
The two of them stare at each other — Cassian wanting to be a little shit and push his luck, and Roza wanting to…
Well, to gouge her eyes out with a rusty spoon, probably.
But then Cassian cracks a grin, and he’s bounding over to the female like an excitable pup. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“Watch your language.” Roza scorns, but she happily accepts the hug that Cass yanks her into. “Gods, you’ve grown even more.”
You…you are rooted to the spot. Unable to move.
You want to go over there, too. To embrace her. But…but just seeing Roza makes the previous couple of months come hammering down on you in an unwelcome downpour of unwanted realisations.
You think: Roza caught me fooling around with Cassian.
And then you think: Fucking hell, I fooled around with Cassian again.
And then you’re wondering how — how you’ve let the recent events of your life veer down such a beaten, broken path.
It’s like Roza’s appearance brings a clarity that has been very much absent as of late. She’s always been a figure of reason and wisdom, always stopped you from spiralling.
And now she’s here, you’re looking at Cassian — your damn friend — and wondering just how much damage you might have caused.
He’s mid-conversation with Roza when he seems to notice you staring at him. Roza notices, too.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She says.
You open your mouth, unsure how you intend to respond. All that slips out is a rasped, “I’m just…so glad you’re here.”
Cassian snorts. “Tell that to your face.”
You can’t bring yourself to laugh at the jibe. And it would seem that Roza can’t, either. She’s studying you in that assessing way you’ve seen her wear a thousand times before — the one where the motherly instinct kicks in, and she’s sensing something is wrong. It seems to be a subconscious act, the way she slides her hand over her bump.
“So what are you doing back here, anyway?” Cassian asks her, slinging an arm round her shoulders. “I thought the High Lord wanted you to stay in Velaris for the pregnancy.”
“He does.” Roza says. “But then I found out Y/N had somehow ended up homeless and that he hadn’t bothered to help, so he and I aren’t on the best of terms right now.” She eyes you again. “I’ve come to move you properly into the cottage — including retrieving your belongings from your father’s house. I will not have you freezing your ass off in this dump.”
Gods, you love her.
She’s so fierce, so passionate. This is a female who housed three lost, rowdy children under her roof and offered them the same amount of love as she felt for her biological son. This is a female who does what she believes is right and damns the consequences. This is a female who doesn’t hesitate — not for one second — to help somebody in need.
She’s the exact kind of female you want yourself to be. And she’s the only person you wish to see in that moment.
“Perfect.” Cassian chirps brightly. “I’ll help. Let’s go fetch Y/N’s stuff from the bastard’s house right now.”
He takes a step towards the door, but Roza is laying a hand on his arm. She doesn’t look away from you once. “Cassian, my darling, I love you endlessly. And so, I say this with the greatest of adoration — fuck off to the mead hall, or something, and leave Y/N and I to have some girl time alone.”
“What?” He squawks in outrage. “But you just got here.”
“And I promise you we’ll catch up properly later. But right now, Y/N and I need some time alone.”
“But—”
“Do you want to stay and discuss the ins and outs of childbirth?”
Instantly, he falters. The change of tune would be comical if you were actually capable of feeling anything but despair in that moment.
“You know what?” He cracks a grin. “The mead hall sounds great right about now.”
Roza chuckles. “I thought it might. I’m taking Y/N back to the cottage. I’ll come and fetch you when we’re done. And if you see Az or Rhys, be sure to tell them to stay away, too.”
Oh.
This is going to be a serious talk.
You can’t remember the last time Roza was so insistent about it just being the two of you.
Probably when you got your first ever cycle, and she held and soothed and bathed you through it.
Will she still be so tender when she hears of the full scope of the mess you’ve created for yourself? You’re not sure you’d deserve it.
“Go easy, Cass.” Roza warns. “Don’t get into any fights.”
“Pff. As if I would.” Your friend lands a kiss on her cheek. “You look beautiful, Roz.” He says, and then he’s bustling out of the door without a care in the world.
You stare after him. Wish you could be that carefree. It feels…it feels impossible.
Gods, you just want to fucking cry.
Roza can see that. She holds a hand out.
“Come, my little dove.” She says. “Let’s get you home.”
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It kind of feels like walking into the cottage for the very first time, all over again.
You remember that night like it happened only yesterday. Remember how the cold had felt as you’d followed Azriel through the snow. The noises of bickering coming from behind the door.
Even at eleven, Az had always seemed so much taller than you. You’d noticed that as he’d strode ahead and led you inside.
Roza had been standing in the kitchen, and she’d turned to you with a curious expression. “Oh.” She’d chirped, with more warmth than you’d ever heard from your own kin. “What have we here, then?”
You, Azriel had explained to her, had been set upon by a group of males far older than you. Az had defended you, and then he’d invited you to share his dinner.
Roza had taken one look at the dirt packed beneath your fingernails and told you to thoroughly wash your hands before taking a seat. You’d done just that.
And it was at that very table that Rhysand had introduced himself.
“I’m Rhysand. My father is the High Lord.”
Roza had scolded him for showing off.
And it was after that that Cassian had eyed you with a wild, feral look and simply said, “I bet I could beat you in an arm wrestle. I beat everyone.”
“Not at my dinner table, you don’t.” Roza had put a stop to that immediately. And then she’d placed a steaming pie in the centre of the table, and High Lords and arm wrestles were all but forgotten, and Azriel had been quiet and shy at your side, but dutifully offering you different foods before he took any for himself—
Standing at the threshold of the cottage, now…it’s like watching that entire scene play out before you. The ghosts of your younger, wayward selves feast greedily on a wholesome meal that lets you forget your harrowing experiences for a little while.
How things have changed.
You finally step in. Kick the door shut behind you. The smells and warmth of your sanctuary envelop you, and you know — you fucking know that you won’t be able to keep a lid on your tears for long.
“Don’t know how many times I’ve told those idiots to put the fire out before they leave the house.” Roza mutters, but she goes striding straight towards that burning fire and welcomes its warmth. “Although, I must admit, I’m a little impressed. I expected this place to be far messier in my absence than it is. Don’t tell me they’ve actually been cleaning—”
“Roza.” You cut in, your voice shaky, desperate. “About what you saw—”
She turns back to you. Says nothing as concerned, violet eyes sweep the length of your body. She’s letting you speak, but you don’t know what the fuck to say.
You open and close your mouth as though the act will make some sense of…any of this.
It doesn’t.
“I didn’t realise you and Cassian were…” Roza clears her throat. Pauses. “I just…what of Azriel, Y/N?”
You blink at her.
Roza’s very good at knowing things she hasn’t been told, but for her to know about you and Az when she’s been in Velaris this whole time, and when, as far as you’re aware, these things have been strictly kept between you and Azriel only—
“What?” You breathe.
“Perhaps I’m wrong, I don’t know.” She frowns. “But I always suspected that you and Az would be…something more. Your connection with him has always run a little deeper than with anyone else. That’s why I was so shocked when I found you…and Cass…”
Is she wrong?
No.
And fucking damn you for taking all these years to see it. Fucking damn you for only realising you wanted Azriel as more than just your friend when somebody else began to recognise his brilliance.
Fucking damn you for all of this, and damn Azriel, too, and damn everyone.
It all comes showering down on you in an instant, harsh and unwelcome.
You love Azriel. Not just in the way you love Rhysand and Cassian. You’re in love with his soul, his spirit. Who he is will always be tethered to who you are, even though he isn’t yours to cling onto. It’s been that way since you were old enough to harbour such feelings, and you’ve been burying it all these years, burying it under bad choices and regrettable actions, because all of that seemed easier to face, than…this. The fact that you were never able to control your heart, stop it from feeling such things, and now you feel them so intensely that it hurts.
Had your deal with Az ever really been about helping him, or had it been a selfish ruse under which you could have some small experience to remember him by when he inevitably gave his heart to somebody else?
Because you are just Y/N. You’ve always just been Y/N.
You are not Kaeda — Kaeda with the wings, and the strength, and the excellence.
Just Y/N. Just Y/N—
“Speak to me, my love.” Roza steps closer. “I’m worried about you.”
Your eyes blur with tears. Your legs buckle, and you’re bracing one hand on the back of the couch while the other flies up to cup over your mouth.
“Oh, gods, what have I done?” Your voice breaks.
“Speak to me.” Roza says again.
“This is all such a mess.”
“What is, Y/N?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t know what—what to do!”
“You need to breathe.” She responds firmly. “Deep breaths. Now.”
You try. Gods, you try. But your chest is constricting, and the air won’t reach your lungs, and all you can hear on a constant loop inside your head is one, bellowing sentence.
Everything is irreversibly changed.
Roza closes the gap between you and cups your face. The touch is soft, but firm. She forces you to look at her, and her face is blurred by your tears, but you know she’s looking at you how she’s always looked at you — with love.
“Tell me what’s going on, and I can help you through it.” She pleads.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” You sob back.
She yanks you close, arms wrapping around you. She’s held you like this through so, so much. This is no different.
But it feels different, in that it feels worse. Not only is it possible that your actions could change your relationships with both Cassian and Azriel, but also that they could change their relationship with each other, too — change the strong, steadfast dynamic between your three closest friends.
You tremble, clinging to Roza like you may just collapse. Your heartbeat gallops in your ears like rhythmic footfalls.
“Y/N—”
“It all turned into a total mess.” You choke out. “I was feeling things — I am feeling things — and then Azriel had Kaeda and I was jealous and stupid and I — I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have slept with Cassian.”
“You did what?”
Those three, outraged words are not spoken in Roza’s voice. The sudden interjection of Azriel’s is enough for your sobs to catch in your throat.
Every single inch of your body goes cold as you step back to look at him. Blink at him. Roza fights to keep hold of you.
Normally, he would have hurried over to embrace her. But he stays rooted to the last step of the staircase. He’s staring at you. Only you.
You’ve never seen him look so pale.
“Az.” Roza sighs softly. “We didn’t realise you were home.”
He doesn’t look away from you — not once — as he asks, “What did you just say?”
Roza inches towards him. “I think we all need to sit down and talk about this—”
“You fucked Cassian?”
Tears spill over, roll down your cheeks. Your voice doesn’t want to show itself as you croak out, “Az, I can explain.”
“You fucked Cassian?” He’s repeating it like…like he needs to. Like it won’t get into his head any other way. “You had sex with him?”
“Yes, but—”
“Around the time you and I were doing similar things?”
Roza’s head whips round to you in surprise. You’d failed to mention that bit. After a moment, she rights herself once more. “Azriel, you should let her speak.”
“I can’t fucking believe you.” Letting you speak is the last thing on his mind as he steps down, storming past the two of you. You reach out for him, but he’s jerking away, heading for the door.
“Azriel, please.” Your voice cracks. “Let me explain.”
“Explain that you fucked Cass? At the same time that I was sharing such…such huge things with you—”
“At the same time you were sharing them with Kaeda!”
He falls still, hand faltering on the doorknob, shoulders hunched.
And then he glances over his shoulder at you with an expression so bleak, you’d do anything, make a bargain with anyone, to wipe it from his face.
“Except that I’ve never touched Kaeda like that.” He says. “Not once. I couldn’t.”
Before you’re capable of summoning an answer, he’s yanking the door open and thundering out into the snow.
Shock pulses through you, ice-cold and harrowing. You blink, and blink and blink and blink, and you think Roza might be saying your name, but you can only choke out another sob that grates against your throat, and then your legs are moving forward, stumbling out of the door.
“Az, wait!” You cry, but he’s already striding far into the distance. “Please!”
You try to move, but it’s like the snow is binding your ankles, grounding you firmly to the spot. You sob. Try to move. Fall. Get up. It’s cold and wet. You’re hurting. Everything’s hurting.
And somebody’s yelling — yelling at you.
“Hey!” You know the voice. It’s a voice you don’t like. But you can’t put a face to it until its owner is stopping in front of you, sneering at you. Lord Devlon. “What did I tell you about staying away from these parts, girl?”
You’re incapable of answering him. You’re not even looking at him. You just stare and stare in the direction that Az disappeared in, fat, hot tears rolling down your cheeks.
“I’m talking to you.” Devlon grabs your chin between his fingers, hard. “Insolent female—”
“Remove your hand from her face at once.”
He blinks at the sight of Roza stepping out of the cottage. Clearly, he had no clue she’d returned. And even he won’t speak out against the High Lord’s pregnant mate.
He drops his hand immediately.
Roza steps up to your side and narrows her gorgeous eyes at him. Her hand sits on her swollen belly. “Look at you, Lord Devlon — following orders like a good dog. Now, go on. Fuck off.”
There’s a slight twitch of a muscle as he clenches his jaw. He hates every second of it, but he obediently turns away from you.
“Oh — Lord Devlon?” Roza calls after him.
He stops. Turns. “Yes, lady?”
“I decide who can and cannot live in my house.” She stares him down. “That call is mine and mine alone. And if I hear of you giving Y/N any more trouble? I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”
She turns her back to him with utter dismissal. If you weren’t so devastated, you might laugh at his stunned expression.
But Roza sees the pain in your eyes, and she pulls you into her arms.
“Come, my love.” She murmurs softly. “Let’s get you inside.”
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Why do you look so hot in it?
A/N: Hi... So this is the first time I am posting something 😅 I was re-watching their old videos and I got this idea.... I am posting this because this just would not leave my mind!! So I hope you like it and let me know if you do.
Ps. The prank that I am mentioning is when Elton had superglued a pink wig to Colby's head.
Warning: implied smut but it's only towards the end.
This is Colby Brock x reader
You and Colby have been dating for the past few months.
It was 8 in the morning and you were driving to Colby's house, the trap house, to meet him. He did not make it to the party where you were supposed to meet him last night and you got worried. You called him about three times and then received an overdramatic message from him stating that his career is over. Now you love Colby, you really really do but boy can he be overdramatic. He can turn any minor inconvenience into a life threatening situation. He told you that Elton pranked him and now he has to hide in his room for the rest of his life.
You reached the trap house and parked your car in their driveway. You opened the front door that is always unlocked. God they really need to lock their doors. "Colby!!" You call out, walking in searching for your boyfriend. When you reach the backyard you hear whistles coming from the construction site next door and Elton laughing his ass off. You walk out of the house again towards the street just to see Colby wearing a small princess dress in a pink wig twerking in the middle of the street. Nobody had noticed you yet and corey kept yelling at Colby to 'clap his ass'
"What the fuck did I just walk into?" You say capturing everyone's attention.
As soon as they saw you they burst out laughing, Elton kept pointing the camera in your direction as you stood gobsmacked trying to make sense of what you saw. Colby on the other hand was hiding his face in his hands completely mortified that you had seen him do that.
Elton was the first to speak up, "How do you like Colby's twerking y/n?"
"i am still trying to understand what happened to him... Like.... what in the world is going on?" You were speechless.
Corey spoke up as Elton kept laughing, "Elton superglued the pink wig to Colby's head."
"Okay that explains the pink hair but why is he wearing a dress that can easily pass as a maid outfit in some porno?" You asked now starting to laugh as the initial shock was gone. Your comment made them laugh harder and turned Colby's face bright pink. "Thank you for that babe... I really appreciate it." He deadpanned. You just winked back and gave him a flying kiss.
"Also also he got a date!" Corey added.
"A date?"
"Yeah the construction worker right there thinks Colby looks hot and is going to pick him up tonight."
"Oh my God." You laughed hysterically. "You should have told me sooner I would've brought my makeup pouch to help him get ready for the big date!!"
"Okay let's get back inside the house before I embarrass myself more than I have already." Colby sighed fast walking into the house. You watched him walk in and started cat calling him. "Damn princess peach got a fat ass!" Whistling as he turned around to give you a small twerk.
You follow him inside,"You still haven't answered my question though!!! Why are you wearing this costume??"
"Because... I have a photoshoot today. Which by the way got scheduled like what 20 minutes ago and Elton said that if I wore this costume he'll help me get rid of the wig. But apparently he was just bluffing to make me wear this!!" Colby said. Defeat was evident in his voice and as sorry as you felt for him you couldn't stop laughing. This was a damn good prank.
"No I do know how to remove the wig." Elton interjected.
"Yeah but it would burn my scalp!" Colby shot back.
"It MIGHT burn your scalp... And your hair might never grow back."
"Elton!" You gasped. "Please tell me you are joking.... I cannot have a bald boyfriend!"
"THAT is what you are worried about?? Not the fact that it might end my career?" Colby asked with his eyes wide and cartoonish. His hands waving all over the place just flabbergasted as the others started laughing hysterically at his reaction.
"No I am not worried about your career!! Your fans love you way too much to stop supporting you just because you are bald.... Also now that I think about it you can have as many different hair styles and hair colours as you want if you lose all your hair. There are so many wigs to choose from!!!" You answered still giggling at the situation.
You have known for a long time even before the prank wars started that Elton lets his pranks go too far but he always has a solution. He knew how much Colby loves his hair so you trusted him to never hurt Colby.
"Or else just stay like this and we call you princess peach from now." I added just for Colby to shake his head and then scream into his hands. "My own girlfriend roasts me. You know you can defend me sometimes right?"
"Yeah but what's the fun in that princess?"
"Okay.... Okay I see how it is.." he slowly nods his head as he looks at me betrayed and absolutely done.
"Here take this." Elton says while handing him two bottles of nail polish remover.
"What is this?" Colby asks as he inspects the bottle.
"This is what will help you get rid of the wig."
"It's acid!" Corey interjects, "Bruh he literally handed you acid to burn your scalp!" You giggle again.
"Shut up Corey!" You gently scold him looking at Colby's scared expression. His face was drained of all colours like he had seen a ghost. "It's nail polish remover Colby... You'll be fine just make sure to not get it in your eye. It won't do any damage but it'll hurt like hell" I console Colby holding his hand.
He slowly nods and walks into the bathroom. He bends down and turns on the sink faucet then pours the nailpolish remover on his head and rinses it in the sink. "Ow.. ow... It's in my eyes." He backs away. His eyes were now red and watering. You go to him and help him wipe his face. "I told you to be careful!!" You swat his arm.
"I didn't do it on purpose!! Ooooowwww.... It hurts!!" He whined. You keep wiping the drops of water running down his forehead to avoid getting anything in his eyes. Elton zoomed in on Colby's face.
"Oww... It hurts... It hurts so bad... Especially this eye." Colby says pointing his to his left eye.
"Why don't you guys do this in the backyard instead of the bathroom. It would be much easier." You suggested.
"Yeah let's do that" Elton agreed and led the group to the backyard.
"So like should i just jump in the pool or something?" Colby asked
"Or we could use the hose." Corey said.
"Yeah a hose would be a good idea." You agreed as you hugged Colby's waist and kissed his exposed shoulder. Just as Corey went to get the hose Sam and Kat came down the stairs.
"Colby have you not met your other half?" Elton asked nonchalantly.
"No.." Colby says as he casually walked back in the house.
"Oh.. my...goood.." Sam laughed. "Like I saw Colby from upstairs and was like what the fuck but now like... How does this happen?" Sam asked gesturing to Colby's outfit.
Colby gave Sam the same explanation that he gave you a few minutes ago as you kept giggling quietly exchanging glances with Kat.
Finally after goofing around a bit more Colby ended up in the backyard pouring nail polish remover over his head as Elton hosed him down and you recorded them. The wig slowly came off as Colby celebrated.
Once the wig was completely off Elton kept spraying Colby with water. Colby rinsed his hair a bit and looked directly at the camera. As hard as you were laughing before you completely froze when he looked into the lens cause my god did he look good. He looked so good at this moment that you forgot what was going on and the only thing on your mind was Colby.
"I still cannot believe that I was twerking wearing this ridiculous outfit in the street." Colby groaned as the others laughed
"If this was a ridiculous outfit then why do you look so hot in it?" You blurted out. Everyone looked at you as you slapped your palm on your mouth.
"God damn y/n! I didn't know you were kinky." Corey commented as Elton whooped taking the camera from your hands and pointing it at you.
"I said what I said. He looks hot wearing this all wet." Everyone whooped as Colby laughed nervously. "Please tell me he gets to keep this outfit!" You add looking at Elton.
"Yeah he can keep the outfit." Elton giggled shrugging.
"Oh you are wearing this every once in a while." You deadpanned looking Colby dead in the eyes as others hollered.
"As long as you guys keep it down and I don't get to know about any details, Colby gets to keep the outfit!" Sam interrupted.
"You have a deal blondie" I shake his hand laughing.
Once everyone calmed down they filmed the outro. After they finished filming everyone left to get back to their schedules leaving you and Colby alone in the backyard. You walked closer to Colby and gave him a long kiss.
"So I look good in a princess costume?" He asked looking into your eyes
"Yep." You responded popping the 'p' "you look so fucking hot Brock... I swear you help me discover kinks that I didn't even know I had." You whispered as you played with his wet hair.
"You know I still have two hours before I have to leave for the photoshoot." He whispered back as he kissed your cheek.
You immediately pull back and drag him back in the house towards the stairs saying "To the room!" As Colby followed you laughing and stumbling the entire way.
I hope this was good!!
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Imagine Charles Leclerc who dated all your friends because he cannot have you.
It's not that you don't want him—God only knows how many times you wished to all the stars in the sky for you to have him—but it's because you were afraid. Of what? Of what would come if the relationship would not work.
"What if we'll work? What if we'll be happy?" he asked you that once, when you were both seventeen and he was steadily rising in his career as a racer. But you pride yourself to be an intelligent woman, always practical and never to be swayed by feelings. You would not sacrifice an almost two decade friendship over a what-if.
So while you pursue your career in architecture, he began dating your friends. It's petty. It's cruel. It's unfair. Not just to him or to you but the poor girls who thought he loved them when it was you he was imagining when he kissed them.
It hurt when it happened the first time. Then, you realized that you had to suck it up because this was the mountain you chose to climb. It was a good thing that you were always the best at keeping your emotions at bay.
On his first breakup with his first girlfriend, he was the one who told you first. He came by your house, the one next to his childhood home, and told you personally. You had shook your head at him, disappointed but not surprised.
"Who dumped who?"
"It was her."
"Good for her."
Then, he helped you cook dinner, you ate together and he left after. You spent the next morning comforting your friend, listening to her two-hours long rant patiently. Guilt crept up at the back of your skull because you were the one who introduced them both.
The next time you learned Charles was dating again, it was through Twitter. You shrugged it off at first, not interested at the news because the fans can be full of exaggeration sometimes. You trusted that Charles would personally tell you if he had found someone. Like he did before. Because Charles will never ever keep secrets from you.
Then, a week later, on the third Wednesday of the month where you, your brother, and your dearest Mama visit the Leclercs for the usual dinner get-together, and she brought her along.
"Charlotte?" you blinked in surprise when you saw her, pretty as always. "What are you—"
Then, Charles appeared right behind her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Oh."
Of fucking course, he chose Charlotte. Charlotte who also lived next door. Charlotte who had been your friend since highschool. Charlotte whom you shared similar interests in architecture and art. Charlotte who worked the same job as you. Charlotte who looked uncannily similar to you and you fucking know why Charles chose her. He had been searching for you in everything, in every person, and he seemed to have found familiarity in Charlotte's arms but it's not fair to her.
You resisted the urge to punch him the entire evening.
Dinner went great. Mrs. LeBlanc's cooking will always be one of the best things served on a dinner table but even if she cooked your favorite food, you barely had the strength to swallow it. The entire focus of the conversation was on Charlotte's and Charles' relationship and fuck, that made you feel like dying.
Is it jealousy? Is it guilt? You did not know. You wished it was the latter.
You confronted Charles later that evening, in the privacy of his childhood home. The familiar faces of his racing heroes are the audience of your entire debate.
"Stop this, Charles. Charlotte does not deserve this."
He is an asshole. Truly, an asshole. Unfortunately, you were the reason for him being like that.
"Why would I? I'm happy now."
"Are you truly? Do you like her?"
You saw his jaw tense, "I will learn."
"Stop searching for me in other people. That's not fair to them." You wanted to be the one who had the last say.
Then, they went steady for almost three years. And you thought perhaps Charles learned to love Charlotte as he said. You cried every time you thought about it. The four walls of your bedroom listened to you weep every fortnight when you felt extra lonely and your best friend was oceans away, chasing his dreams at high speed, and you imagined what it would be like to be in Charlotte's place.
In the morning, you became alright.
Another third Wednesday dinner and Charles brought Charlotte again, and this time, you wanted to be free from this. Charles was happy. Charlotte was happy. You can't be the only one unhappy. So you told him: "I'm happy for you. Thank you for loving Charlotte."
Then, he fucking broke up with her two days later.
He came by the apartment, told you the news before Charlotte even told you through text, and God, you felt like screaming at him then and there. Yet, you remained calm, staring at him blankly.
"Why?"
"She wasn't you."
"Fuck you, Charles."
From there, it became a full blown argument. Charles was emotional. You were too unemotional. A perfect balance.
"Why can't you just love me?" he asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Because!" you cut yourself off. You loved him. God, you loved him so, so much. But you will not tell him that. You cannot. So you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. As calmly as you can, you said, "Just stop, Charles."
He opened his mouth, probably to argue with you because he refuses to have you withdrawing from this argument. He let you run away a lot of times before. But not tonight.
"Please..."
And it was like a switch. Charles' fury dissipated at a single world that came from your mouth.
"Okay."
He turned around to leave and then opened the door but before he could fully exit, he asked, "Can I know at least? What is wrong with me that you won't even consider loving me?"
You let out a shaky breath.
"I don't know," you lied.
He nodded and left.
You knew he'll keep doing it. Dating girls who are either your friends or girls who look like you. Alexandra...Jenessa....Elodie. The last girl was Janine.
"I broke up with her."
You didn't even bother asking him why. Just handed him a chilled bottle of beer from the fridge.
"Because she wasn't you."
"I know," you said blankly. You're used to this. Used to the ache in your heart when he decides to date your friends or girls who look like you. Used to the anxiety that overcame you on the nights when you wonder if he finally stopped looking at his girlfriend while imagine you instead. Used to the guilty relief when he tells you they broke up.
It had been years. You're beginning to get tired. He should move on. You should move on. But whatever is holy enough residing in the skies above is just plain cruel.
"Why wouldn't you love me?"
"I do love you, Charles."
"As a friend."
More than that actually, you thought but never had the guts to say it out loud.
"You know I'm an awful human being, dating girls who resemble you because you won't like me back. It's the closest thing I could have of you."
"I know."
"You're also an awful human being, rejecting me and rejecting me and for what?"
"You're drunk."
"I know."
"That's my line."
He sighed.
"Is this because of what happened with Olivier?"
Olivier was another kid who lived in the same neighborhood. He used to be close friends with you and Charles. You started dating when you were both 15 but the relationship tragically ended when you were 16. The thing about Olivier is that he could not go back to just being friends with you and that devastated you because Olivier was such a good friend. You knew what it was like to lose Olivier—as a girlfriend and as a best friend.
God forbid you lose Charles, too.
You won't have anyone anymore.
When you hesitated, he knew he was right.
"Fuck it. Can't believe my happiness is stopped by a childish guy who cheated on you when we were teens."
"Charles."
"I won't cheat on you."
"That's not it, Charles."
"Then what is it?!" he was raising his voice again. "I have been stuck wondering what was wrong with me that you—you—"
He didn't even finish his sentence as he furiously wiped his tears.
"Just give me a chance, please."
Should you or should you not? It took years and six girlfriends. Should you free him from this torment and cage yourself with the fear of losing him every day?
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 27 all chapters
WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘
-“I have a surprise for you.”
Hearing this fills you with what is perhaps a disproportionate amount of trepidation.
However…consider the source.
“Oh?”
“I wasn’t going to give it to you yet, but…I think I’d better.”
You are not sure what to think about this, so you remain silent.
He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs.
As you walk down the hallway you are filled with more and more apprehension, convincing yourself that there is some trick he’s pulling around the corner. He has been disappearing on and off, refusing to tell you where he was going, but vaguely hinting that he was cooking something up for you.
You fear it’s something you don’t want at all, like a red room fully fitted with racks and restraints and hooks hanging from the ceiling. If he frames that as a gift you swear you will pull a Bertha, and burn this personal version of Thornfield Hall to the ground.
You do not like it, when he insists on covering your eyes as he walks you through a door close to your bedroom upstairs. By the time you take three steps into the room you have damn near worked yourself into a lather, a fine trembling running through your limbs.
“Shh, baby, you’re going to like this,” he assures you, which is no real assurance at all.
Five more steps before he stops you, removing his hands with a flourish.
Your heart leaps to your throat.
Floor to ceiling windows let in a flood of morning light to the room. There is a big table, and copious shelves, and…an easel.
You realize he has made you an art studio.
Your feet move forward of their own volition, taking in the various boxes stacked on the table and the shelves. They’re art supplies, and you recognize brand names that you could hardly afford on your barista’s salary. Sennelier. Windsor and Newton pigments, top tier. Fine brushes from France and Germany that cost fifty dollars a piece. Tablets in every size and every tooth of Canson paper.
“Oh. My. God.”
“You…like it?”
He almost sounds vulnerable in that moment, which is entirely ridiculous.
You imagine how you would have reacted, if your relationship had been normal. You would have thrown your arms around his neck, showered him with kisses.
This studio is everything you’ve ever dreamed of having, as an artist.
As it is…he is buying your complacency, if not your love, trying to distract you from your situation with expensive trappings and let’s face it—adult arts and crafts.
It hurts.
And yet, you know you’d better fucking say something, or Mr. Nice Wick is going to flee the scene.
“How did you know?” you ask, fingering a box of brand-new oil pastels. “It’s perfect in every way.”
You are trying your best to sound happy about it, but your throat is tight, and you know he’s going to get mad about it any second now.
He couldn't have surprised you more, if he'd stood on tiptoe and performed a pirouette, as when he simply gathers you into his arms.
“I had help from the owner of the art supply store,” he admits. “Pretty sure they'll be sending me a Christmas card for the rest of my life.”
You laugh at that, settling into the hollow at the base of his throat. It feels so good, just to be held like this. A part of you cautions not to trust it—but most of you is so exhausted from living on edge, you just take the comfort at face value.
“Did you go to Mr. Morton’s shop?” you ask, referring to the local art stop in town. You don’t know why this gives life to a glimmer of hope in you. It’s not like the kind old man would have any reason to suspect you’re here, with John Wick, just because the mysterious newcomer suddenly had a yen to buy out the store of all its art supplies.
“No, I went a little farther afield.”
Almost as though he was covering his tracks.
“Oh.” You cannot conceal the note of disappointment in your tone. “John…” You muster your courage for the next question, hoping you won’t blow the day all to shit, but you suddenly need to know. “Am I a missing person?”
He presses his lips to your forehead, and speaks quietly against your skin. “Technically, no. A friend of mine will ping your passport entry at JFK soon. You’ll tender your resignation with regrets at the coffee house. I’ll have your little apartment cleaned out. You don’t need it anymore.”
He really did think all this through. You digest the details of his Machiavellian plan rather distantly, as though you are on the outside watching from above. He has orchestrated your disappearance masterfully, but also in a way that won’t raise questions with authorities should you happen to resurface in his company. In a twisted way this gives you a sliver of hope, that maybe he doesn’t intend to keep you locked away forever.
A fool’s optimism, perhaps, but at the moment it’s all you have.
“Where’s my phone?”
“At the bottom of the Grand Canal, I’m afraid.”
“That’s littering.”
He just snorts in answer. You find that you regret the fact that all your photos are lost. You never did back them up on the cloud. How strange, that such a record of your life could be erased with the destruction of one electronic device.
Talking about this doesn’t seem to scuttle his mood, so it gives you the courage to ask, “Can I come in here whenever I want?”
You are so hopeful in your request that you sense him war with himself, in the end unable to outright say no. “If you're a good girl,” he qualifies with his lips still on your forehead.
Hiding beneath his chin, you grind your teeth at this caveat, but don't voice aloud any of the pithy comebacks that come to mind.
Then you notice your sketchbook from Italy is sitting on the worktable, along with your custom bound copy of Jane Eyre.
After everything, you’re not sure why seeing it there, knowing it had been in his hands, makes your heart skitter in your chest. He follows your gaze, a dark eyebrow lifting. It is filled with sketches of him from before you met up in Venice. The whole fucking thing is practically a confession of the grinding longing you'd felt for him, in the first couple weeks after you left. You can’t deny it now, but you can choose not to acknowledge it aloud.
He stares you down, clearly hoping for…something. A confession, perhaps, or at least an admission. You feel like a bug under a magnifying glass in the sun, fixed with that gaze. But you hold fast, and in the end he sighs. “I’m going to go clean up breakfast,” he tells you. “Have fun with your new toys.”
He kisses your forehead before quitting the room, and once again you fancy that if one were to squint, you could almost mistake the two of you for a normal couple.
-He actually leaves you to your own devices until darkness begins to fill the trees beyond the window.
By the time he comes to collect you he has changed into a black button down and dark jeans. It suits him to his bare toes, and inwardly you sigh. Why does this devil of a man have to be so goddamned handsome?
“So, what has my little artist made today?”
You are loathe to admit, the answer is nothing.
You opened every box, gazed at the pastels and paints and pencils longingly. And yet with charcoal in hand the fine white paper taunted you, inspiration an illusive thing.
You had no idea what you wanted to draw, or paint, or make. The past week has been so jarring, you would think you would be bursting with something, but all you draw is a blank.
You shrug, curled up in the comfy chair by the easel, your drawing pad open in front of you. He takes the seat opposite, regarding you quizzically.
“You don’t like it in here?”
“I love it,” you assure him, and its no complacent lie. “I just…have been soaking it in.”
“Hmm.”
You can tell that he’s disappointed, and your treacherous heart skips a beat.
You failed to turn on any lights, as the sun is setting. John flicks on a single lamp on the side table, washing his one side in a dramatic glow. It is as though something clicks into place, as you look upon him. Your dark angel, your sinister lover, your obsessive captor, a man you should hate, but you are drawn to him like a moth to the flame.
Perhaps now, he shall also be your muse. Was ever there a man better suited to embody the mysteries of Caravaggian shadow?
“Don’t move,” you say softly, and begin to draw.
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Just Three - Kaveh & Alhaitham
F!reader.
Double penetration, use of ‘good girl’ briefly, not really hate sex but kinda implied, spanking, creampie, oral sex.
Being sex partners with the two most annoying people was fun. Well, the sex was, not the constant arguments. First it was who used up all the hot water in the morning, and then it was who ate whos food in the fridge. But when all that pent up frustration came to the surface, it was pleasure city.
The three of you came to an agreement one heated night. Kaveh had used up all the hot water and Alhaitham was annoyed at the argument because he was stressed and working on some papers in his room. "We just need to de stress," Kaveh had suggested. You and Alhaitham eventually agreed and came to the 'Just Three Agreement', in which the three of you have sex and destress as long as it's exclusive, for health reasons.
So now here you were, walking into the house as Kaveh and Alhaitham argue at each other in the kitchen. You decide to leave it for now because all you wanted to do was get out of your day clothes.
"You're a sly bastard with no respect for others, I cannot believe you did that to me!" Kaveh yells, making you groan. If you didn't intervene then it would get ugly, so you step out in just your tee shirt and socks, not caring since they've both seen you naked multiple times.
"What is the problem, please tell me so you both can stop arguing and I can take a nap!" You burst out before letting out a stressed breath and hopping up on the counter. Two pair of angry eyes meet yours, surprised a bit to see Alhaitham look so upset.
"This filthy bastard pushed me into a hole in the desert, all because of a few books!" Kaveh heaved, pointing a finger at the ash-haired male next to him.
"Maybe that should teach you not to mess up fucking MONTHS OF NOTES!" Alhaitham yells, his voice loud and deep that it shocks you and Kaveh a little.
"Okay, why don't we start with you 'Haitham, tell me what happened in your perspective."
"Sure," he blew out an angry breath, "I was at the library finishing up my notes for the past six months. But as I'm gluing in the final pieces to the book, dear old Kaveh comes up to me, startles me and makes me knock over all the glue on every single page. Months, FUCKING MONTHS of notes, gone." He runs a hand through his hair as he leans his hip against the counter. You look over to Kaveh for his side, to which he clears his throat to tell his side.
"Look, I didn't mean to startle him, all I wanted to know is if he wanted to split traveling costs with me because I know he's low on Mora. But I felt bad, I really did! I just don't know or understand why he had to go and push me down a literal sand mountain on," he used air quotes, "accident. I started bleeding and had to get a stitch!"
You take in each story, it was obvious both were in the wrong but for all the wrong reasons. Kaveh just wanted to ask a question but knowing him, he probably made some snarky comment after scaring 'Haitham. And with Alhaitham, he definitely could've handled it better but you had to put yourself in his position to rationalize with his actions
"You're both in the wrong okay? Yes it's terrible Kaveh made you lose months of notes and I can help with that, but that doesn't give you the right to break his face open. Second, Kaveh you and I both know you left out parts in that story, stop provoking people." Kaveh made a face from being called out, of course he knew he wouldn't get away with it but he tried.
"Oh sweet y/n, please come help me destress," Kaveh whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head in your neck. Your eyes widened at the suddenness.
"Oh gods no," Alhaitham protested, taking you from Kaveh's grasp and holding your back to his chest. Kaveh'a eyes widened as he watched his rival place kisses along your neck, his hands groping your breasts. You moaned at the action and embarrassment, body heating up like molten rock.
"Two can play at that," Kaveh challenged, taking your thighs in his hands as your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding up your bottom as Alhaitham holds your top. Kaveh's soft lips attacked yours in a sweet explosion. His kisses were always so soft and romantic, while Alhaitham's were more rough and dominant.
You moaned from Kaveh's kisses and his rival sucking on your neck. Your core was completely exposed to Kaveh, his hips rolling against your own. You moved a hand to the back of Alhaitham's neck and one behind Kaveh's, letting his tongue explore your mouth.
It eventually became to much overestimation, Kaveh letting you back down and Alhaitham pulling away to admire the deep marks on your neck and shoulder. "Let's continue in my room," you say, dragging both men to your room with wobbly knees. As soon as the door closed, they were on you like animals.
Alhaitham held you from behind, moving your head so he could trap you in one of his rough and passionate kisses. Meanwhile, Kaveh was shrugging out of his cape and belt before he kneeled in front of you. "You're gonna be good and let the shitty architect eat you out? Yeah you will," Alhaitham cooed, slipping his hands up your shirt and thumbing your pebbled nipples. You let out a gasp as the feeling of your sensitive nipples being toyed with and Kaveh's tongue working on your clit.
"Ah~!" You moan out, body responding to both stimulations. Kaveh introduced two fingers into your dripping cunt, his tongue working wonders on your clit. It was all so much, your first orgasm of the night being a beautifully blended one of all three stimulations. Alhaitham went right back to kissing you as Kaveh cleaned you up and settled onto the side of your bed. Alhaitham pulled away and bent you over Kaveh.
"You're gonna suck his dick while I get you ready to take us both, you can do that can't you?" You nod, your eyes already filling up with tears from all the stimulation.
"Good girl~" Kaveh purs, leaning back a bit as he unzips his pants, discarding them completely along with your top. Alhaitham does the same, taking off his top while his fingers tease your pussy. Now you're left with your knees on the bed, bent over so your face to face with Kaveh's cock. Your eyes widen as you slip it in your mouth at the same time Alhaitham slips his cock inside you. One thing both men could agree on was how much you turned them on, and even that alone was enough to have them share you.
You squealed as Alhaitham slapped your ass with such force that it left your ass red. He chuckled, starting an easy pace while you started to suck on Kaveh's pink tip. Kaveh let out a soft moan, tangling his hand in your hair, helping you take all of him. It was hard to focus on sucking Kaveh off when Alhaitham was thrusting into you so good, but every time you stopped for a second the man behind you would give your ass a nice slap.
"That's it, take it all in," Kaveh groaned, watching you choke on his cock. With Alhaitham's rough thrusts, you didn't even need to bob your head, Kaveh holding you down as he enjoyed watching you choke on him. When he finally let you breathe, mascara stains ran from your eyes to your chin, making him even more turned on then before.
"I think she's ready for us both, don't ya think?" Kaveh asks Alhaitham, making him pull out of you. The emptiness left you whining, the scribe nodding as he helps you into position. You were straddling Kaveh, hands planted on his chest as his hands held your ass. You gasped at just both of their tips inside. Sure, you've taken both of them but never in the same hole. You trusted them, letting them help ease themselves inside of you.
"You have to relax baby," Alhaitham cooes, caressing your hair out of your face, a few strands sticking to your sweaty face. You nodded, trying to be as relaxed as possible. It helped with the soothing caresses of Kaveh's hands on your thighs and Alhaitham's arms wrapping around your waist with his face buried in your neck. The fit was tight and hurt, but it felt good. They took it slow and easy with you, having the same slow pace just to get you used to it. Eventually, that pain turned into a pleasurable itch that hit you deep inside; foreign noises escaping your throat from the pleasure.
Your voice bounced off the walls, the men picking up the pace as their own orgasms were on the horizon. The need to fill you full with both of their cum was unbearable, your stomach fluttering as your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your stamina was depleting fast but you didn't care, you had never felt so full in your life, both of them hitting so many spots you didn't know you needed hit.
"F-Fuck! Oh, I'm c-cumming so hard~!" You scream/moan out, eyes screwing shut as your mouth is left agape. The burst of pleasure hits you like a tsunami and tornado mixed together, hands shaking as the two men fucking you pick up speed. It wasn't long before Kaveh came first, shooting load after load into you before it's mixed with Alhaitham's.
They both pulled out as you collapsed onto the sheets next to the architect, the scribe following soon after. Alhaitham lifted your leg, a mirror perfectly placed in front of the three of you and the men watch the cum leak from you. Their cocks spring back into action from the sight alone.
"Think you can go again princess?" Kaveh asks, to which you give a small nod. It wouldn't be the first time both of them fucked you until you couldn't even breath or keep your eyes open.
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The Bet (Alexia Putellas x reader)
A/N: Based off this request
“Chicas!” You shout just before the team return to the pitch for the second half “here’s a little incentive for you in case lifting that trophy isn’t enough. If we win this then I will get a tattoo to celebrate”
The look of disbelief on every player’s face would have been funny under any other circumstance but you wanted them to know that you were very serious. Your body was a blank canvas and getting a tattoo never interested you even when some of your closest friends begged you to get one. Ink wasn’t really your thing, hair dye on the other hand well that was how you expressed yourself. You had tried every colour under the sun and then repeated it.
Alexia on the other hand loved to use her body as art and every single tattoo on her skin told a story. Her hair up until her injury had been brunette. When you told her that her tearing her ACL is like a bad break up, she has to learn to move on so he decided to do the typical thing after any break up, she died her hair and you loved the blonde more than the previous colour.
Knowing that you and Alexia have a competitive relationship they all looked at their captain to see if she would rise to your bet.
“You know what! If we go out there and pull off one of the greatest comebacks in Champions League history I will die my hair”
The team couldn’t believe what they are hearing.
Your word was your bond and you never went back on your word. Alexia was a woman who when made a promise, always kept it. It made you both incredibly trustworthy but as the final whistle is blown you cannot help but think your good word had gotten you in trouble.
“We won” Alexia pulled you close as you walked over to where your families were.
“Baby, we’re fucked! We can’t go back on this” Inside you were panicking. Alexia’s promise could be temporary but yours was permanent.
“Don’t be such a wuss. How about this? You can pick my hair colour if I get it pick your tattoo”
You loved half of this plan. You already had a colour in mind but whilst you did trust Alexia with your life, you couldn’t guarantee that her choosing what is going to be on your body for the rest of your life is a good idea.
“Trust me, you’ll like what I have planned”
“Fine but you’re dying your hair pink”
Alexia’s eyes widen at your choice of colour but having been the person to suggest the idea, she couldn’t exactly go back on it now.
After playing Panama, the national team was given three days off before having to report back to camp. Alexia had told you that she had designed your tattoo with the help of Mapi and she had booked an appointment for you at the studio where her and the rest of the girls go for their tattoos. You had also made a call to your hair stylist and asked them if they could squeeze Alexia in the morning before you would get your tattoo in the afternoon.
“And this woman knows what she’s doing” on the outside Alexia was cool as a cucumber but as you walk down the streets of Barcelona she is holding onto your hand for dear life.
“She has been doing my hair for years Alexia. You are in safe hands”
You walked into the salon and greeted everyone as if they were family. Alexia stayed close behind you as you guide her to the chair in the fair back corner.
“So what are we doing doing?” Your hair stylist ran her fingers through Alexia’s hair as your girlfriend looked at you through the mirror.
“Pink but a light pink”
“What! No! If I’m doing this then I’m doing it. I want it like Y/N’s after her first appointment post COVID”
“Ale, that was really pink”
“I know, I loved it”
The hair stylist did as she was told and a couple of hours later Alexia was walking out the salon almost unrecognisable.
Now it was your turn and you felt sick as you walked in the studio which was tucked down one of the side street in Sants.
“Does it hurt? It’s got to hurt, there is a needle piercing your skin at 100 miles an hour and it’s injecting ink. Oh God! Why did I even agree to do this, I can’t do this”
“Y/N take a breath” Alexia’s hands rested on your shoulders. She took a deep breath in, one which you copied almost immediately “I think you will really like my design and if you don’t then we will tell the team that I made you get it on your bum which they will believe because—“
“You are obsessed with my bum” you finished your girlfriend’s sentence.
“I am so they will believe me but please take a look at the design”
“Ok”
The artist, who you had learnt was also the owner, sat you down on the sofa as she showed you the design and at different sizes. You had no control over the smile on your face as you saw what Alexia had come up with.
“It’s like yours”
“It is. I thought why not kill two birds with one stone. The tattoo would commemorate the final and it would be a matching one to mine”
The tattoo was perfect. It was an outline of a basic flower within a square. The pattern was seen all around Barcelona as it was a tile that covered the pavement. Alexia has the same one on her back with ‘made in’ above it. Yours wouldn’t have the text and instead of the ink being black it would be blue and red, Blaugrana the colours of FC Barcelona.
Once laid on the bench Alexia offered to hold your hand in case the pain is too much.
“Is it really going to hurt that much?” You ask the tattoo artist who reassured you that the pain would be nothing compared to some of the tackles you have been on the receiving end of over the years.
“Ale!” You smack her with your free hand.
“Sorry. It’s just that i’m used to seeing you as this tough cookie”
“I’m never a tough cookie around you, you make me soft”
Alexia kisses you softly, the two of you forgetting your surroundings until the artist clears her throat.
“Soft cookie or tough cookie, I do need to to sit still or this won’t end well”
“Don’t say that” Don’t tell her that” you and Alexia say at the same time.
When the two of your arrived back to Los Rojas two days later the entire team was in shock and fascinated to see Alexia’s pink hair but only the barcelona players knew about your side of the bet. You removed your hoodie to show them the tattoo which you had decided to get on your arm, just about your elbow.
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Hour of the Wolf (7)
VII. Pestilence
MASTERLIST
Summary: Unbeatable, dangerous enemies make their way through the Red Keep
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon, SPOILERS IN WARNINGS, sickness, epidemic, people dying, angst
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 5 k
Notes: Alright, so there had been a few times skips through the chapters, since they got married it’s been like 2 months, and in here trough outs like another two. Sorry for any mistakes I wrote this in notes and barely choked it
“Anything else?”, you asked your council, “maybe something that you had been keeping from me?”, you were still punishing them with your tough words, even though it's been two weeks since the Iron Fleet situation
Tyland decided to chuckle, as to relieve the tension
“No your grace”
“There is something that had been brought to my attention, your grace”, muttered the Grand Maester, “concerning reports from the White Harbour”, Cregan raised his eyes, “just got the raven this morning… A strange disease has been spreading… people are getting shivers, fever, and then… perishing”
“How bad is it?”, you asked, then you looked at your husband
“The disease appeared first on the three sisters”, he said, “many are dead, half the population…”
“How come we haven’t heard of this before?”, you asked
“I do not know your grace, it appears the Vale wanted to keep it guarded, as they blame it on people from Ibbe, slaughtering the bunch, they did not want to raise alarms”
“For the gods”, you cursed, truly concerned, “I want you to keep communications open with theirs maesters, send them everything we might have on how to deal with this diseases, on the library, I will bet there is information”, you commanded, “also keep the line open with The Citadel, they must have even much information”
“Yes your grace”, said the maester, knowing that you did not said that lightly
“We will help as we can, but we cannot send help physically”, you observed
“Agreed, we need to discourage the spreading of the disease”, muttered Lord Celtigar, “In my travels, I witnesses many diseases, I shall help the maester on the gathering of information”
“That will be much appreciated”, you said, nodding your head at your maester of laws
“We must be careful of the ships and envoys that come from the Vale and from White Harbour, but at the same time, we must aid one of the most important trading points in the North”, determined Cregan
“I agree, with winter fast approaching, we cannot impair the North of their most important harbor”, you said, looking at the naked table in front of you, “how I wish we had the painted table in front of us”, you whispered
“I’ll arrange a well drawn map to be able to us here in the small council chamber”, muttered the Maester
“Thank you”, you said, relieved
“Lord Celtigar, I wish to know about Harrenhal”, you said, looking at your master of Laws
“I’m not gonna lie, events happened in that cursed place from which I have no explanation”, he muttered, “a man died in front of me, because the so-called Queen Witch of Harrenhal command it”, you frowned, thinking he was joking, but he was dead serious
“Some say it was a well time bolt that made that man’s head explode your grace, but, I did not see any arrows”
“What of her?”, you asked
“She presented me with a boy, with blonde hair, she claimed it is Aemond Targaryen’s son, and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne”
You chuckled darkly, the audacity of your uncle, of openly calling your brothers and you bastards, developing a hate that led him to kill your baby brother, only to bed none other than a Strong bastard, and siring a bastard himself, if he had lived, you would have killed him again.
Specially after what he did to you
“We surrounded the castle, took it by storm, killing all the traitors, but, when we storm what would be the royal apartments… she was gone, her and the child, we do not know were she is, or how she could have escaped”, he said, looking at your face for any indications of what you were thinking
“Be honest, should I be concerned?”, you asked then
“I do not think so, your grace, nobody would believe her, and even if they did… I don’t think so, you are well settled in your throne, and… even so… other than the Hightowers, nobody has real reason to raise against you”, you barely nodded, “nobody has the strength, the kingdoms are still healing, and will be so for at least the next five years”
“Raise alarms, in case she is spotted”, you said only, you wanted to eliminate all traces of your uncles, treachery, and war, “what else?”
“The Blackwoods request audience”, muttered Cregan, “Lord Blackwood’s eldest daughter Alyssane is seeking for a husband, let it be reminded the Blackwoods were great supporters of your mother during the war, thanks to them we defeated the Baratheon Army, eliminating Lord Borros, and… The Riverlands turned black because of them”
“And they are welcomed in my court, I shall receive them with open arms, and a banquet in their honor”, you commanded
“I’ll make the arrangements”, muttered Lord Redwyne
“The Iron Fleet, or what remains, the flagship has been spotted sailing here, to King’s landing”
“Have they made their intentions clear?”, you asked
“They wave white flags, request an audience”, you only scoffed, “they claim that, they want to gaze upon the Dragon Queen”
“Of course”, you muttered, “let’s welcome them then, we are home, they are but a few, we shouldn’t be concerned”
Nobody opposed the idea, so they barely nodded
“Of course prepare escorts, I would not let them be for a second while they are here, eyes on them at all times”
Gazing upon the face of the Red Kraken himself gave you a sensation of… disappointment
You were disappointed of him, from the tales, stories of men that had faced him in open sea and also in lands, were the tales of a man that didn’t belong to the land of the living, rather, he had come from the darkest parts of the ocean ready to reclaim land back to the depths
A ruthless men, bloodthirsty, with no remorse or fear of death
“Your grace”, he greeted, bowing theatrically
“Lord Dalton”, you greeted seriously
“The songs do not do justice to your beauty”
“Is that so?”, you did not like his tone, not the mock in his voice and features of his face
“You are more than they say”, he continued
“And what else do they say about me, Lord?”, you asked mockingly, Cregan, by your side, glanced at you, clearly asking you to not engage
“They say men rule in your stead”, he said, you only smiled
“As I have proven, that is not entering true”, you smirked, he chuckled darkly
“That is true”
“So you raided one of my seven kingdoms… to prove me, test me”, you said, now more serious
“I wanted to see who sat the Iron Throne”, he said, “a dragon, or wolves and lions”
You grew bored of this character quickly looking for help in your small council and other lords gathered there
“now it’s clear to me, so I’ve come to offer… other services”, your eyes went back to him
“Services?”, you asked, you did not like the smirk of his face, “such as?”
“Well I’d offer my hand in marriage but… I see I’m too late for that…”, Cregan took a step forwards, anger taking a hold on him, “but I don’t mind being the second”
“You are overstepping”, your husband grunted.
He was not going to allow some guy just coming here and shamelessly think he could just… have you
“All Kings and Queens have lovers”, he said dismissively, “you don’t have to be the exception”
“right…”, you mumbled looking for the eyes of your Queensguard, to ask him to remove him, “I thought you seek audience to reintegrate yourself and your people to the rest of the realms, for the common fool, but you had just come here to make a mockery out of diplomacy”
“your grace you misunderstood, it is costumers for us ironborns to have salt wives… and rock wives”, he said, entertained, by you, you were getting angry, “together, we could have children not only with fire in their veins, but in their head as well”, people laughed, but Cregan was not amused, “worthy of the throne”
“That is enough”, you demanded, “I only need but one husband”, you said, and the court chuckled, “if you are here to mend bonds with the realm you might stay, Lord Dalton, otherwise and although I thank yo Igor your offering, I kindly reject it”, people laughed again and that did not pleased the Kraken, soon, he left and if he had his armada on its entirety, you would be weary, but he didn’t, so you weren’t.
The mood swiftly changed when another introduction was made
“The Lady Alyssane of house Blackwood” presented a guard, you’d think she would have come with the rest of her family, but she presented herself alone in front of you
She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen, also, her reputation precedes her. She fought in the war, she led armies, she killed hundreds with bow and arrow.
She was someone to admire
She was the head of her house until her little brother came of age
“Your grace, it’s an honor, thank you for receiving me”, of course she ceased the first word
“Lady Alyssane you are most welcome, I hope you find what you are looking for, you are welcome to stay at court as much as you need to”, she only smiled, bowing perfectly, she also looked at your husband and hand, but… you didn’t like I one bit.
Having the Ironborns at court was one thing, having the Blackwoods was another, it changed the dynamic in the entire court
The former were constantly and daily have dinner with you, and lady Alyssane would sit beside Cregan, and they would chat all night…
You didn’t like it, not at all
But it would be childish of you to chide Cregan for something he didn’t have power over, right?
“But I find that hunting with a spear… is it too slow” the woman giggled, and you could see the conversation had sparked something in Cregan, he was entertained, he was speaking of something he enjoys, a rare thing to find with him
Is not like you did not trusted Cregan, but it was still painful to watch, so you retired early, as many of the other women at court, and left Cregan, the men, and the lady Alyssane, drinking and laughing like old mates.
You were not worried or concerned, only tired by the events of the day.
Cregan though, as soon as you left, was left himself with a sense of emptiness, he found the situation uncomfortable, and soon, followed you
Cregan was on his way to your now shared chambers when he encountered little Jahaera walking in the same direction, a small red blanket in her arm, rubbing her tired face with the other
“Little one, where are you going?”, as soon as she saw him she whined, hugging onto the hand of the nanny that was taking her
“I’m very sorry my lord, she woke up, and wanted to see the Queen”
“Leave us, I’ll take her”, he said, and she, with reluctance, let go of her tiny hand and walked away
He kneeled on the floor just in front of her, with a soft expression on his face
“Why can’t you sleep, little dragonling?”
“I don’t want anyone else to go away”, she whined, her teary eyes make him sad, “If I sleep, she’ll go away”, she explained
“What do you mean?”, he asked softly
“At night… my brother went away… then I went to sleep, and my mommy went away, and then my papa, he went away, when he went to sleep…”, she whined, bitter tears falling from her beautiful eyes
Cregan’s heart broke
“I don’t want my aunty mommy to go away too”, she said
“She won’t, I promise you”, he said
“How do you know?”, she asked, rubbing her eyes
“Because I will protect her with my life, us Starks, we always keep our word, did you know?”, he asked softly
“You will take care of my new mama?”
“I promise you little one”, he said, “and you know, I’m married to your mama, so..”, she only smiled, and hugged him. He hugged her back, stading up and carrying her to the chambers. “one more night you can sleep with your new mommy alright?”, he asked
Jahaera barely nodded again his neck.
She was already sleeping by the time he entered the chambers to find you looking at him with the softest eyes, and the most beautiful smile he had seen.
That little girl and your brother where your family, and he had married you so, they became his family, he needed to step up, and help you with those children
He was determined, he thought the very next day, as he finished his short prayers in the Godswood, he wanted to go back to the Keep, to speak to Ser Arryk about prince Aegon’s training, or the start of.
That boy was too very sad… he needed to look forwards, you needed to fill his mind with something more… history, philosophy, training, to keep him mind fed and occupied with something else.
He walked trough the beautiful garden, thinking about inviting you to eat something outside, that would make you happy
“I must say I’m dissapointed”, Cregan raised his gaze to meet the beautiful Alyssane Blackwood
“The Capital is not to your liking?”, he asked
“Well, no if the betrothal I was hoping to get is… already married”, now that surprised him, looking at her
“My Lady”
“You are a price I was hoping to catch”, she continued, smirking
“Well, you are too late”, he said, trying to make it lighter, with a smile on his face, but she was not releasing her predatory stance
“A pity”, she muttered, looking mindesly at the flowers of the garden, “we could have been great you know”
“Probably”, he muttered
“Are you really happy here in the capital?”, she asked, “wouldn’t you have prefered a wife? A lady of Winterfell?”
“I would prefer no one but the one I gave my word to”, he said, now all serious, he was not going to be polite anymore, “and you are out of line, my lady”
“Just playing with what could have been”, she said, not altered at all by his serious words
“I thought the idea was to look for a match”, they both turned to see you approaching them, “not get into one”, you said bitterly
“Your grace”, she said, now alarmed, as she saw you approaching
“I think you overstayed your welcome, Lady Blackwood, since you found no prospects on this week, you best try somewhere else”, you said simply, standing by Cregan’s side.
She barely nodded, and bowed lightly
“Thank you for your hospitality your grace, but you are right I must take my leave, and hunt in other woods”, she muttered and then she left quite quickly.
You watched her lean and tall figure leave, she was beautiful, her eyes as green as forests, and her hair long, black and lustrous
“It is a pity, if she had been here sooner… maybe she would have managed to hunt you”, you whispered, and then walked on the other direction.
Cregan called your name, but you didn’t turn back, you just kept walking
Cregan haden’t entertained her, but her words still lingered in your ears. You had make him marry you, perhaps he would have preferred a real wife, a lady, a partner for him to take North and be a mother to his child and give him more, that supports him in leading his people, not all the way around
But it was too late now.
What was done was done, is not like you threatened with your dragon for him to marry you, but still, the inavility of managing a match for yourself is what chained him to a life he didn’t even want.
You had commissioned a pathway from the gardens to exit the castle by a stone hallway, that led to the cliffs sorrounding King’s Landing, were your dragon rested, you wanted to see her, maybe even take a little flight.
This stone hallway was tall, windy, and open, much like the one leading to the castle in Dragonstone, Cregan followed you closely
“I didn’t entertain her…”, he explained
“I’m aware”, you answered, but not stopping your movements
“Please”
“Cregan”, you stopped turning to look back at him, “I’m aware you didn’t entertain her, but she is right, I can’t help but think in the “what if”, you explained, “what if I didn’t make you marry me? you could have been back in Winterfell, with your child and your people”
“Yes maybe”, he growled, “but I married you”
“Because of a pact you made when my borthers were still alive”, you said simply, turning to keep walking, but he grabbed you
“Not only because of that”, he growled, looking into your eyes, “I wanted to marry you”, he said
“Why?”
“Why!?”
“Why? because of power?”, you asked
“Not only that”, he said, looking intently into your eyes
“Because I’m broken?”, you asked then, “because I’m a danger to the country?”
“No…”, he said, you both into eachtoher’s eyes, he moved slowly, like you were some wild animal, and he palced his hand on the side of your face. “Because to me you are the most beautiful woman in the seven Kingdoms, because I desired you, you are what I have been promised”, you didn’t know what to say, “I will have half a life with you, and half a life away, but… at least I have something of you”, he said
You kept quiet, the world seemed to stop for a second, and all around you, only the two of you existed.
“I have never been much of a poet”, he said, chuckling darkly, “and I only must say, nobody would have make me marry you if I didn’t want you”, he said this time more darkly, you leaned in kissing him, he kissed you back, trapping your lips on his greedily
“I wanted you too”, you said, “because you and I… were ment to be together”, you said certainly
“Fire and Ice”, he said, “nobody make us marry, we chose it, because we knew, together we could have everything”, he said with a husky voice, “power, love, a family”
“Together”, you confirmed, sealing your words with another longing kiss, “We need to settle in our roles as husband and wife”, you whispered with an entertained voice
“I’ll settle you in our bed as of right now”, he growled, “But I will settle for having you here…”
“No!”, you giggled as he grabbed you pulling you towards the grass on the other side of the passage.
He layed you down in the open, where anybody could see
“The nerve of that woman”, he growled over you, “of ever thinking I could have chosen her, instead of you”
“the audacity”, you chuckled
“Perhaps we should have her watch as I ravage you”, he said opening the top of your riding gear, his mouth on the skin of your neck and collarbones
“Cregan Stark!”, you shrieked, “I didn’t know this side of you”, you moaned, as you spread your legs to fit his form between them.
“We have the power, and our love… let’s make our family”, he whispered against your neck, “dark haired children worthy of the throne…” he mocked the words of Dalton
Cregan and you shared looks over the table, little smirks, you two were like two giggly lovers from the stories
“Concerns about the desease are increasing, despise out best efforts, it’s coming trough the port…”, muttered the Grand Maester, bringing the attention back to the situation at hand, “there is no control…”, he was interrupted when Tyland coughed, trying to hide it in a hankerchief, now you noticed that… he looked sickly
“Are you well, Tyland?”, you asked with concern, as the man looked possibly ghostly, pale, heavy sweat on his forehead
“Forgive me your grace”, he coughed, “I do not feel well”
Cregan stood from the table like a spring, and grabbed you, pushing you gently backwards towards the window
“Get away, hold your breath”, he commanded, all the men stood from the table, taking steps back from Tyland
“I’m well”, he tried to argue, but Arryk grabbed your other side, using his cape to cover your face, making you blind, but both men led you out of the room.
“Is this necessary?”, you asked, concerned
“Very”, growled Cregan, “the Winter fever has reached the Red Keep, take the necessary measures, nobody meets anyone, people should stay in their apartments”
“Yes M’Lord”, muttered Arryk
They finally released you in your rooms
“Wait!”, you called as they left you alone and were about to close the door, “what about Aegon and Jahaera?”
“We need to keep you separated”, he said firmly, “in case…”, your eyes filled with tears
“Yes I understand”, you murmured
“We will keep them together”, he assured you, “nobody will see them…”
“Wait!”, you called as he was about to close the door, “stay here with me”
“Someone needs to organize this”, he said seriously
“Not you!”, you called
“I have to”, he said seriously, and he closed the doors, trapping you inside
You were loosing your mind….
You had books, they brought you food and Cregan would come at the door and give you updates twice a day…
You had done all you could, you had commanded medicine to be send, as well as the knowledge to help the cities fight this, but they wouldn’t let you out, you hadn’t seen anyone in weeks. At least half the Kingdoms had fallen into madness and sickness
“Tyland… didn’t make it” Cregan whispered against the door, “10 servants didn’t either”, you shed bitter tears at the other side of the door
“Gods… Tyland”, you whined
“Alicent has fallen to the sickness as well”, he murmured, but you heard him alright
“What about Aegon and Jahaera?”
“They ask about you constantly, yet… they are in good spirits, with their Nannies who had also scaped this”
“Good”, you whispered, “please send word to Casterly Rock”
“Already did, those lucky bastards weren’t hit by the desease, neither has the Reach nor Dorne, it seemed it is stuck in the Crownlands, the Vale and the North"
"at least some of us are spared"
"its been a moon since Tyland was sick, we will get trough this", he said, "the worst is…", he got quiet, and you whined when you heard a cough
"Cregan?", you asked
"I'm fine, some dust sneaked his way to my throat", he said lightly
“Are you sure?”, you asked, grabbing the knob of the door
“Yes” he said, “A message has arrived from the Citadel from the maesters, I should tend to it” he said
“Please come back”, you begged
“Always”, he said, and left you
The next day… he didn’t came back
“His grace has taken abed your grace”, said Ser Arryk, “the maester is tending to him”. You opened the door, to his surprise
“Your grace”
“If the maester falls sick we are all dead, I’ll tend to him”
“No!” He said trying to grab you, but only one look and he desisted
You ran down the hallways and entered his rooms…
Cregan laid in his bed, pale, you could see the sweat on his forehead, and the shivers running up and down his arms and his whole body. You were by his side in a minute, grabbing his hand
“Cregan”, you called, but to no answer, his eyelids fluttered, he seemed like he was going to open his eyes, but he didn’t, instead he just mumbled something, sounded more like a grunt.
The Grand Maester didn’t lie to you…
Most… almost all of those who catched the fever perished…
You needed to prepare for the worst… and yet, your eyes filled with tears and a desperation consumed you, as you started crying silently
“Please don’t leave me”, you cried, “please”, you begged, grabbing onto his hand tightly, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you”, you admitted, he squeezed your hand a little
“Rickon”, he whispered, in his feverish dreams, “my son”, you frowned, concerned, at the worry on his features even in his sleep
He was calling for his son, the son you had kept him from, the only son he had.
You placed your hand on your lower belly, then you placed his hand there
“You need to get better”, you begged, “your son needs you, the North needs you… our baby needs you… I need you”, you prayed, his naked chest was pearled with sweat he was burning up. You stood up removed your clothes and laid by his side grabbing into him, making sure your body stuck to his as much as you could, so you’ll lower his body temperature with yours, after giving him the medicine indicated by the doctor.
It all depends on him, and the gods.
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Imagine y/n manages to down a cup of coffee while daddies!stucky is trying to calm them down while chasing them throughout the house
ugly shirts and caffeine crazies
masterlist
summer celebration masterlist
18+
wc: ~9800 words
warnings: maybe a little 🤏 too long. baba calls you a brat🫢 daddies take off their shirts later for silly reasons
a/n: thank you, lovely anon for this suggestion! i am actually very sensitive to caffeine myself so this really spoke to me hehe😁 like i cannot drink coffee at all or i will be a bouncing wreck and i can’t have tea after 5pm!! or i wont sleep!! i need my daddies to help me cos sometimes i forget and i get a nighttime boba with my friends and then i don’t sleep until 5am😳
pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)
summary: Bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink Steve’s coffee
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Steve whistled a happy tune as he began making his morning coffee. Because of the serum, he didn’t need the caffeine to get through the day, he just liked the routine. As he waited for it to cool down slightly, he began preparing breakfast.
It was a lovely, quiet morning. The sky was slightly overcast and birds were chirping. Unfortunately, peace in your house could not last for long.
“No! I don’t wanna!”
“It’s your only clean shirt right now, Angel.”
“It’s ugly! I hate it! I hate it!”
“Hey, we don’t use that kind of language here. Now put on the shirt or you’ll be getting a time-out.”
“You can’t make me, Baba!” You escaped your argument with Bucky, dodging past him to run into the living room.
He groaned and followed you out of the room, finding you hiding behind the couch. “Baba’s not messin’ around. Come put on your shirt. Now.”
His strict baba voice should’ve been a warning, but you were not putting on that shirt. The colors were all wrong and the printed design was incredibly thick, making it uncomfortable to wear.
“No! You can’t make me!”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”
“You have to catch me first!” You ran away again. This time, Bucky chased after you instead of following at a walking pace like before. He almost caught you but you threw a pillow at his face and ran into the kitchen where Steve was trying to ignore your fight.
You froze, not expecting to see your Dada. Just then, Bucky came right behind you and trapped you in his arms. “Gotcha.”
“Noooo!” You squirmed, trying to escape his grip.
Steve couldn’t help but laugh after seeing the two of you. Bucky was out of breath and his hair was messed up, you were half-dressed, and both of you looked so angry at each other while Bucky practically hugged you from behind.
“What’s going on here?”
“This one,” Bucky said, not breaking his staring contest with you. “Is being a little brat and refuses to put on a shirt.”
“Not just a shirt! It’s the ugliest shirt in the whole wide world!”
“We don’t have any other clean shirts for you, remember? You. Have. To. Wear. This. One.”
“I. Don’t. Wanna!”
“God, the both of you are so stubborn,” Steve said.
At the same time, you and Bucky stopped glaring at each other to say “no I’m not” and “nuh uh”.
Steve threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Well, let’s just see this so-called ‘ugliest shirt ever’ and then see where to go from there.”
You nodded. “Yeah! And then Dada will see how ugly it is and I don’t have to wear it!”
“Or Dada will see that it’s just like any old shirt and you have to wear it anyway,” Bucky teased.
“Buck, no.” Steve freed you from your vibranium trap and got down on your level. “I’m gonna help you, okay sweetness?”
You nodded smugly and stuck your tongue out at Bucky. Dada was on your side, not Baba’s.
The three of you made your way to your room. While walking, you noticed your daddies giving each other certain looks. It was like they were having a silent conversation. Maybe Dada wasn’t looking out for you like you thought he was. Maybe he was only saying that to make you stop fighting.
In reality, Steve was making fun of Bucky for his childish behavior and Bucky was silently arguing back, demanding Steve to not tell anyone about this.
No matter what they were talking about, you couldn’t take that risk. You let go of Steve’s hand and ran off again, confusing your daddies.
“What the-“
“Baby, where are you going?”
Bucky put his hands on his hips. “Not so easy, is it?”
Steve groaned. “C’mon, we’ve got a runaway to catch.”
Meanwhile, you were frantically looking for a place to hide. Behind the couch wouldn’t work, Baba found you there last time. Maybe the kitchen! The island was a good size to hide behind and if your daddies came up on one side, you could sneak your way around the island in a circle and they’d never see you.
You went behind the island and sat down, trying to catch your breath. All this running around was making you tired and thirsty. Above your head, you spotted a mug on the counter. You checked to see if the coast was clear and took a sip. And then almost spat it out. It was the worst, most bitter-tasting drink you’d ever had.
Although, it was beginning to make you feel better. You drank as much as you could handle and then put the cup back before returning to your hiding spot. You could just barely hear your daddies looking for you in the living room over the sound of your own heartbeat.
“Where could they be?”
“I don’t know, but I’m starting to- wait, do you hear that?” Your daddies halted their movements.
You placed a hand over your nose and mouth, hoping that the air purifier in the living room was enough to distract them from the sound of your breathing.
Bucky sighed. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s just find that little troublemaker and then we can get on with our day.”
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Catching you was a very, very difficult task. Your hatred for the shirt combined with the energy from the coffee allowed you to beat out two supersoldiers. Steve and Bucky were exhausted, both of them laying on the living room floor while you jumped from one hiding place to another.
“What’s gotten into them?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think we’re not winning this fight. I mean, our baby’s running circles around us.” He looked at Steve. “Think it’s time to throw in the towel?”
“Ugh, maybe. It’s kind of embarrassing that our adversary is screaming and dancing around the house while we’re just trying to catch our breath,” Steve joked.
“We’re getting too old for this.”
“Ya got that right, pal. I’m gonna go drink my coffee. Hoping it’ll give me a second wind.” Steve got up and went to the kitchen. When he saw his partially empty mug, he connected the dots and facepalmed.
“Buck, we’ve got a problem.” He returned to the living room. “That little sneak drank half a cup of black coffee.”
Bucky’s eyes widened and he sat up. “How?”
“I guess I left it on the counter? And they were hiding in the kitchen for some time so..”
One of your giggles cut through the tense conversation.
Bucky sighed. “Alright, I’m done fighting the beast. It’s team no shirt until that laundry machine gets fixed.” He got up off the floor and brushed off his hands before taking off his shirt.
Steve laughed. “What are you doing?”
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
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Your two shirtless daddies met you in your playing room. You were hiding behind the coloring table.
“Are you in here, sweetheart? Daddies are here to throw in the towel- or shirt, I guess.”
“You win, babydoll.”
You carefully peeked over the table. “You tellin da truth?”
“Yeah. Look at us, team no shirts just like you. Can you come out now? We missed being with you all morning.”
You squealed and ran to hug them, bouncing excitedly. “Yay! Yay! Yay! Now we all don’t wear shirts! Can we do this all the time? ‘Cause then we don’t wear shirts and then we only wear pants and then when we don’t wear shirts we don’t have to wash shirts and then we don’t have to fold shirts and then we only have to wash and fold the pants and that’s so-“
“Woah, woah there. You’re talkin’ so fast, your mouth is about to fall off,” Bucky said.
You gasped and held a hand over your mouth.
Steve poked him in the side. “Baba’s only joking, baby. No mouths are falling off. But we do have to fix the problem of you drinking coffee.” He held your shaking hands. “Do you feel different right now? Maybe super energetic and excited or nervous?”
You kept bouncing on your feet. “YEAH! I feel like I can run forever! And I can run fast! And I can talk fast and my heart goes fast too!”
“Yeah, it’s fun for a little bit but it’s not good to feel like this for too long. We’re gonna take you to Uncle Bruce for a little check-up, okay? Maybe he can help get you back to normal.”
“OKAY DADA! Can Uncle Bruce be team no shirt too?”
Steve sighed. “I forgot about that, I don’t think we’re allowed down there without shirts on.”
You tried breaking away from Steve’s grasp, but he learned his lesson and was not letting you go.
“I not wear da ugly shirt! No, no, no!”
“Please, baby? Just for one hour?”
“NOOOO!” You stomped and turned every which way, trying to free yourself.
Bucky looked down at the floor, trying to wonder how you all got into this mess when he got an idea.
“Angel? What if you wear Baba’s shirt, hmm? It’s not as ugly as your last shirt, I hope.”
You stopped squirming. “Maybeee.”
“Just try it and if you don’t like it, we’re bringing a baby in a blanket down to Uncle Bruce.” He carefully put the shirt on you, starting with the neck hole and pulling the sleeves over your arms.
You marveled at the feeling of the soft, lightweight fabric. The sleeves were extra long, letting you curl your hands up inside them. Best of all, it smelled like your Baba.
“I love it! I love it soooooo much! Oh! Can I wear your shirts all the time, Baba? I promise I give them back! And Dada too! I wear Baba’s shirt today and Dada’s tomorrow! And the next day is Baba and the next day is Dada and the ne-”
“We’ve gotta see Bruce.”
𓏲 ࣪₊♡
One check-up later, Bruce gave you a special medicine to cancel out the effects of the caffeine. You were now tired from the whole ordeal of running away from your daddies all morning.
After lunch, the three of you cuddled on the couch. You read a couple of books and took a nap. Nap time was especially cozy with both your daddies there and because you were still in Bucky’s shirt.
Eventually, the laundry machine would get fixed, but you still loved wearing your Dada and Baba’s shirts from time to time. You insisted that you all trade shirts because it was so fun. Usually, it’d just be you wearing one of your daddies’ shirts, but sometimes you could initiate a three-way trade and see one of your daddies wearing your shirt. It was so funny seeing a super soldier wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur riding a bicycle on it, especially when the shirt was a size or more too small.
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After Hours
Leon Kennedy x Reader
Re2 Leon, this story takes place after the events of Raccoon City, but don’t worry there are no spoilers. This story is also inspired by the song After Hours by The Weekend, so I highly suggest you listen while you read.
Angst to fluff, mentions of death
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“Y/N! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!?” Time and time again Leon would have the same occurring nightmare.
“NO NO NO, NOT AGAIN,” He ran up to your limp body praying to whatever god would listen that the outcome would be different. You and him aren’t going to die.
“Come on, come on stay with me sweet girl,” He ripped part of his shirt off with his teeth, he wrapped it around your gushing torso. Blood slowly seeped through as he whispered pleas in your hair. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks with each kiss he placed on the crown of your head. In his head he knew, it wasn’t going to change, he would stay here while you bleed out and soon die. He would die right next to you by his own hands. There was no way he was going to let you leave this cruel cruel world without him.
Shooting out of bed his breath is erratic as he palms the empty bed next to him. You’re gone.
“No Leon! I can’t help you if you just push me away. Time and Time again it’s the same shit. I want to be here for you, help you get through this but you are making is extremally difficult. I love you, but I cannot love you from afar like you want me to,” Watching you wipe your tears while packing your stuff makes his heart break. Leon swears he could hear the faint crack in his ringing ears. This can’t be happening, you can’t be leaving. All of his fears have come true.
“I just hope you know, when you are ready to love and be loved, I will still be here.” You walked up to him and gave him a longing kiss full of the love. Not like the kisses you shared late at night, or early morning kisses that were lazy and sloppy, no. This kiss was like it would be the last. You wiped one sliding tear off of his cheek before you walked away.
That happened two weeks ago, and ever since Leon hasn’t been able to sleep, and the same nightmare would play over and over when he was able to drift out of reality. Rolling over to check his clock the bright red number formed a 2:30. He couldn’t take it anymore, he was going call you, despite the late hour. He was going to call and get his high school sweetheart back, no matter the cost. You and Leon have been friends his since your freshmen year of high school.
He has never seen anyone as beautiful as you when you walked in the room. He could see the clear dread across you face of having to take history of rock and roll. For Leon though, it was his lucky day the only open seat was next to him.
Upon sitting down he could feel his ears turn red and his body turn giddy. He was quick to stick his hand out and introduce himself. “Hi, I’m Leon,” The look you gave him made his regret his choice. “...Y/N, nice to met you,” Caution laced throughout your voice as your soft small hands gripped his. He sat there shaking your hand for one too many heartbeats admiring your hand in his. This one interaction started his size kink. He knew he had to make you his, so all throughout the semester he would save you a seat, bring some snacks, and help you with your homework. By the time homecoming rolled around you guys were close enough to go as dates, and by the end of the year you guys were dating.
Leon picked up his phone and turned it on, only to be blinded by the bright light, he did not let that slow him down as he raced to open his contacts to find your name. My Love 💖. He took a few deep breaths steadying his beating heart, and calming his racing mind. He clicked on the call button and listened to the ringing that filled the dead of the night.
One ring
Two rings
Three ri-
“Leon?” your tired voiced floated to his ears and his heart jumped out of his chest.
“Y/N?”
“Are you okay? Why are you calling so late,” He can hear you shuffle around in your bed as you sit up and turn on your lamp. Leave it to you to worry about why he’s calling late at night.
“I need you Y/N. Where are you now that I need you the most,” He couldn’t believe the words coming out his mouth.
“Leo-” He cut you off before you could finish uttering his name.
“I'd give it all just to hold you close. I was runnin' away from facin' reality, I’m sorry for breaking you heart. Y/N this house is not a home without you. I’ll treat you better this time, I swear it, I won’t break your heart,”
Leon was rambling, he always rambles when he’s nervous or passionate about something. You have seen it first hand time and time again.
“Y/N You look great today! Is that a new dress? It suits you very well, did you know you’re super beautiful,” He was smitten currently rambling to you during your normal shared lunch of sitting in his car.
“Leon, you’re rambling what did you want to talk about,”
“Oh w-well, you need to know that over this school year I have grown to care for you deeply, and when you walked through the doors to our 4th hour I could only think ‘wow, she’s super pretty. And now, when I see you all I can think is “wow, I love her so much’. “ The ‘L’ word caught you off guard, normally men who Love bomb you scare you and make you back away quickly, but Leon? Something about hearing the words ‘I love you’ come from him makes your stomach twist in the right way, your ears turn red, and the butterflies calm throughout your stomach.
“I-”
“It’s okay if you don’t love me back, it’s only fair for you to know how I feel, although I can imagine how akwa-” Leon was quick to be cut off by a pair of soft lips colliding with his. This was definitely his first kiss if he didn’t count the one from second grade. For you? This was also your first kiss. This kiss was not great, meh at best. Teeth clashed and noises bumped, but for you two it was like you were on cloud nine. After a few seconds you pulled back and leaned your forehead on his. “I love you too.”
“Leon.” your stern voice cut him off from his ramblings.
“I’m sorry Y/N, it’s just I can’t stand being apart anymore. I have these awful dreams, and I can’t sleep without you beside me. I want to love and be loved. I want to take this one step at a time with you guiding me.... I think- I think I’m ready to be loved again,” All he could was the ringing in his ears and the silence on your end. He was about to call out to you before he heard a small sigh.
“I think, I think I’m ready to love you again.” A smile creeped up on his face upon hearing those words.
“Gods I love you so much,”
“I love you too Leon, now try to go to bed I’m tired. We can meet for breakfast tomorrow,” He could hear the shuffle of you laying back down and turning the lamp off.
“Of course, I’ll try. I’ll pick you up at 8.” Before you could protest against the early time he hung up.
Rolling on his back all Leon could do his smile at his ceiling and fantasize about the new beginnings of your shared lives together.
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Paper Rings
Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader
Warnings: MDNI blog in general is 18+ go on now, get. Fluff, innuendos, panicked Marcus, cussing, think that's it?
Summary: Marcus wants to ask you an important question.
Mood board made by the amazing @jay-zzle, divider made by @saradika-graphics
Prompt by: @swiftispunk, let me know what ya think!
thank you @notjustjavierpena for taking a look at this and helping me with it! ❤️
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Tonight’s the night, Marcus thinks on his drive home. He’s going to ask her to marry him. After their first date, he knew deep down she was the one. Three years later and the feeling hasn’t changed. He’s asked her dad’s permission, the ring has been sitting in his dresser for months now, the reservations have been made at Mastro’s Steakhouse. He clicks the remote for the garage as he pulls into the driveway, taking a deep breath in and out before getting out of the car and going into the house.
You hear the door open downstairs; Marcus must be home. Just in time too; he had told you earlier this morning about making reservations somewhere and to dress pretty like you always do. Working on the finishing touches of your makeup, you see his reflection in the bathroom mirror smiling at you, leaning against the doorway.
“Hey babe,” you greet him with a warm smile, “I am almost done. Is there anything you need to do to get ready?”
“Not much,” Marcus responds, walking away from the doorway to the dresser, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you’re still in the bathroom, and slowly opening the drawer he knows the ring is in, “Need to use the bathroom before we go and might change my suit jacket.” His hand creeps to the very back of the dresser, feeling for that velvet box he knows all too well is there. His fingers touch it, grasping it in his hand, quickly pulling it out, and shoving it into his jacket pocket just as you’re leaving the bathroom. He shuts the drawer quickly and turns to look at you.
“What are you doing?” You ask, giving him a suspicious look.
“Nothing,” he replies, raising his eyebrows, noticing the lone pair of socks on the floor that escaped the drawer as he was pulling the ring out, “Was going to change my socks. My feet feel gross.”
“Okay?” You giggle, shaking your head, getting your shoes on, “Weirdo.”
“Shush, you love me and wouldn’t have it any other way.” He grins at you, picking up the socks and going to sit on the bed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You grin, “Will you help me with the back of my dress?”
He helps zip your dress up, giving the back of your neck a light kiss, shucking off his suit jacket, and laying it on the bed on his way to the bathroom.
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”
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“Where are we going?” You ask, looking over at Marcus, waiting for the red light to change.
“Now what’s the fun in telling you when it is supposed to be a surprise?” He says, squeezing your thigh, “Patience.”
You roll your eyes and scoff. The car starts moving again when the light turns green. Marcus is so meticulous in everything he does. Always has a plan, a certain way of doing things, likes to be spontaneous to an extent but usually always a set schedule. You love those things about him, he’s the comfort in the chaos that life can sometimes be. He pulls into one of the fanciest restaurants in Washington D.C.
“Oh my god, Marcus,” you whisper, “How on earth did you get a reservation?”
“I was able to make some calls,” he says, stepping out of the vehicle, making his way to your door. “Had some people who owed me some favors.” He explains, opening your door for you and offering his hand. You take his hand and let him lead you. Handing off his keys to the valet. Walking into the restaurant you are greeted by the hostess.
“Good evening, sir,” she says with a bright smile, “Name?”
“Should be under Pike.”
“Ah yes, right this way.” She says, marking in the book and grabbing a couple menus before leading the way.
You cannot believe your eyes looking around at this place. There is a bar, a live jazz band playing, and plenty of couples sitting at the other tables.
“Is this table okay, Mr. Pike?” The hostess asks when she stops at an empty table.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” Marcus smiles, stepping over to the chair closest to you and sliding it out for you.
“Your waiter will be right with you.” She says, giving a small nod setting the menus down on the table.
You sit in the chair, grabbing the menu, watching Marcus move to the other side of the table to sit down across from you.
“So, Mr. Pike,” you smirk, “What on earth is the special occasion?”
“Just wanted to take you somewhere nice,” he replies, cocking an eyebrow, “Is that not allowed?”
“You’re up to something.”
“I am not,” Marcus grins, opening his menu, “What do you think you’ll have?”
“I’m thinking the salmon, although those crab cakes would be a good start, don’t you think?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Good evening and welcome to Mastro’s Steakhouse, I’m Jared and I’ll be your waiter this evening.” A young man who approaches the table says, “Can I get you two something to drink?”
“I want whatever wine pairs the best with the New York strip, sweetheart?”
“You know, I’ll think I’ll do the same thing he’s doing, Mr. Wine Connoisseur over there,” you laugh, “Whatever pairs well with the salmon dish.”
“Alright, I will ask the chef what he thinks would be the best.”
“Oh!” You say as Jared starts to leave the table, “Crab cakes! We want the crab cakes as our appetizer.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
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It’s now or never, Marcus thinks. The evening went exactly how he wanted it to, the meal was fantastic, the wine amazing, the dessert ordered to go will be arriving soon. This is the perfect moment to ask her.
“You know,” Marcus says, grabbing your hands, rubbing them softly, “You were right, I do have something special planned for us.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Marcus takes a deep breath in and lets it out, “Babe, I knew from the moment that I met you I wanted to be with you.”
He pulls your hands to his lips and gives them a soft kiss.
“After our first date, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.”
He stands up and gets down on one knee. You can hear people begin to whisper around you, watching the scene before you unfold.
“Oh my god” You say holding his hand tighter, “Marcus?”
“Baby, I love you so very much and I—” he says, patting the pocket of his suit jacket. “Fuck.”
“Babe?”
“No, no, no,” Marcus says, frantically searching his suit jacket and pants. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”
“Marcus,” you say, holding his face, “Look at me.”
He looks up at you with those big brown eyes you love. “I swear there’s a ring. I changed my jacket not even think—"
“Babe, I don’t care.” You smile, interrupting his panicked ramblings, “Ask me.”
“But the ring?”
“Don’t care, ask me.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck slotting your mouth against his. You can hear several of the other patrons clapping.
“Congratulations!” Jared says, returning to your table with your dessert.
“Thank you!” You say, beaming with joy.
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On the drive home you can’t stop smiling like an idiot while holding Marcus’ hand. This is everything you dreamed about as a little girl; finding the perfect person to spend your life with and that is Marcus through and through.
“I still can’t believe I forgot the fucking ring!” Marcus says, shaking his head.
“Babe, you could’ve asked me with a ring made of paper and I would’ve said yes,” you laugh, “That’s the last thing I care about.”
“Well, a paper ring would be better than nothing!”
Approaching a gas station on the side of the road, an idea popped into your head.
“Stop!” You yelp, “Stop at that gas station!”
Marcus gives you a sideways look but pulls in regardless. Never one to refuse your requests.
“Cash?” You ask with your sweetest smile.
“Why’d we stop here?” He asks, rolling his eyes while getting his wallet out and handing you a twenty. You just give him a mischievous grin while getting out of the car. The door dings when you step into the gas station, making a beeline to the candy aisle and finding exactly what you were looking for: A bag of ring pops. Unable to contain your excitement, you let out a little squeal while grabbing them and head to the front.
“That’ll be $4.98.” The cashier says after ringing up your candy. You slap the twenty down on the counter and grab the bag running out.
“Thank you! Keep the change!” You shout behind you.
Getting back to the car, you see Marcus shaking his head trying to hold in his laughter. You make quick work of opening the bag, getting one singular ring pop out, and opening that as well, tapping on his window quickly, telling him to get out of the car.
“What on earth are you doing, honey?” Marcus laughs, opening the car door.
“You said something would be better than nothing,” you laugh, “Here’s something!”
You hand him the ring pop. He shakes his head looking at it.
“Baby,” Marcus starts looking up at you. “A ring pop? Really?”
“Marcus!” You huff, crossing your arms, “Are you gonna ask me?”
“Here?!” Marcus looks at you with surprise, looking at the ground, “Babe, this is a gas station parking lot!”
“And?”
“Babe, my pants—“
“Marcus Vincent Pike,” You scold, giving him a look that he knows means business.
“Okay, okay,” He says laughing, grabbing your hand, sliding out of the seat of the car with one knee on the ground, “Baby, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
“Duh!” You say, jumping up and down as he slides the ring pop onto your finger. “It’s beautiful!”
Marcus bursts into laughter as you shove the ring pop into your mouth. “Tasty too!” You say after popping it out of your mouth.
Marcus grabs your hand, lifting it to his mouth, pushing the ring pop in, hollowing his cheeks a little, letting out a soft sigh. You can feel your mouth getting dry while you watch him suck on the ring pop. The makeshift engagement ring makes a soft pop as he lets it leave his mouth.
“I can think of something that’s sweeter,” he says with a sly smile and wink, letting go of your hand.
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looks away
Rated: Explicit | Warnings: scent stuff
The fresh smell of soap follows him after Norton returns from bathing after his match. Wearing nothing but his pants and carrying his worn clothes.
You cannot help staring as he enters his room yawning loudly, stretching his body after tossing his clothes in the hamper. His body is scarred and filled out from being properly fed in the manor, his height a bonus. Your eyes drift lower as he takes a seat on the bed, likely to sleep, but goes still when your hands come up from behind feeling up his chest.
“Good morning to you too.” Turning his head to look over at you, who he thought was still sleeping, “Did I wake you?” He groans when your hands drift lower, “Hmm.” Approving you to touch him.
“Can I use my mouth on you?” As if you had not started biting his shoulder and back.
“You can use anything but remember I am going to pay you back with interest.” Of course that gets you moving quickly to the floor and between his legs, gracelessly, and he couldn't help but snicker at the way you stare up at him with glee. “Damn, if I knew you needed me this bad we should've gone to the bath together to get a round in first.” His hand petting your head like some affectionate pet.
“But then you would not be able to smell this nice.” Placing your nose on his crotch then grinning when he hand grips a handful of your hair, “You use the scented soap I made.” A simple gift for his birthday, one he at first took offense to, until Norton figured out it was more for you than him. Sharp scents with light undertones that remind you of him. You admit you like his scent enough to sleep with his shirt in your arms or on you.
“Keep sniffing me like a bitch and I might start getting ideas.”
“Woof, woof, love.” Your hand unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
“God,” His lips formed a bit of sneer, “I ain't entertaining that.” His counterpart likes that and had you bark for him when all three of you were enjoying a bit of fun. But fuck does it kinda turn him on… Seeing you on your knees eagerly taking his cock in your mouth with your hands helping to cover the rest that never can quite fit into your mouth.
Greed is the only thing he believes Fool's Gold and he share in similarities.
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Daemon Targaryen*Wedding
Pairings: Daemon x f!reader
Word count: 2619
Warnings: none just fluff
Masterlist here
This is the finale of the sugar baby series but can be read as a stand alone one shot
Sugar Baby series
Part one - Part two - Part Three - Part 4.5 - Part Four
You couldn’t believe this was your life. The cake had been ordered, your hair and makeup booked, and your wedding dress had just arrived after its final alterations. Your wedding dress to marry Daemon Targaryen in. The days counting down to the wedding had been some of the most stressful yet joyous of your life.
Daemon had insisted on doing the “twelve days of weddingmass” where each day his assistant dropped off either flowers or chocolates or trinkets and all with a handwritten note.
Four more days doll. Can’t wait to see you at the alter – d.t
Three more days doll. I’ll be the one in the stunning red suit – d.t
Two more days doll. Can’t wait to be able to show you off to everyone there – d.t
One more day doll. Gods, I love you – your soon to be husband
Daemon was currently staying at his brother’s house, insisting that you don’t see each other the day of the wedding. It was slightly odd to you how he suddenly valued traditions, but you weren’t going to complain especially not the night before your wedding.
Sara had come over earlier in the day to help you with final touches and your nerves since even though you loved Daemon with all your heart you were still nervous as hell. Daemon had secretly spoke to sara though so today you had enjoyed full body massages and a guided meditation that he had organised along with a massive bouquet of flowers.
“girl, are you excited?” Sara asked, practically jumping onto the couch beside you as you both relaxed in the matching lilac robes Daemon had bought you. “you’re getting hitched,”
You couldn’t help but grin as you sank back into the plush sofa, champagne in hand. “I didn’t think I’d ever be this lucky,”
“you deserve it babes,” sara said as she topped of both your drinks, “couldn’t think of a better couple. Apart from me and Jace of course,” she added with a cheeky grin.
“I’ll drink to that,” you laughed as you clinked your glasses.
Sadly, you could not stay up too late but trying to sleep was almost impossible. The next morning when you and sara woke, you had insisted you had a final sleepover in bed together, you headed downstairs to find breakfast already made. Daemon has sent over a private chef to make pastries and fancy coffees for you and sara with a note on the counter.
I love you so much doll and I cannot wait to see you walking down that aisle today – yours truly
You enjoyed the last few minutes of calm energy you could muster before you got the call the car was here to take you and sara to the venue. As you pulled up outside sara squeezed your hand, “you ready Mrs Targaryen?” She spoke.
You smiled, letting go a breath with the last of your stress, “let’s do this fucker,”
When you arrived to the getting ready room everything was in full swing. Three makeup artists lined the room with vanities set up with big lights and plush seats. There were hairdressers further up the room all decked out to the nines with extensions and curlers for your party. Sara had come with you but Rhaenyra, Baela, and Rhaena were already in the room.
Rhaenyra squealed when she saw you, running over to encase you in a tight hug. You had both become so close since you had announced your engagement, so you were grateful to have her by your side. Part of you wondered if Baela and Rhaena found having a young stepmom to be awkward but if they had they’d never said anything since Baela handed you a champagne flute and Rhaenyra started a toast.
“to the wedding of the century,”
You were halfway through getting your makeup done when the room fell quiet. You apologised to the lady doing it before turning around and seeing Alicent had just walked in the room. Rhaenyra was doing her best to pretend she didn’t exist while Baela glared at her step aunt.
Sara was beside you and nudged you to speak. You stammered for a second before speaking, “just in time. I think Beth is the one taking you now,” you said, gesturing her to go to one of the makeup ladies who smiled brightly at the woman.
Alicent nodded, silently walking over when you decided you couldn’t have these awkward vibes today. You quickly jumped out your seat to head to the drinks table, “white or red Alicent?” You asked, holding each bottled up.
“red please,” she smiled, her eyes flickering down with a sorry gaze behind them.
You poured the wine quickly before taking it over to her, your own glass in hand, “to family,” you said, raising your glass to toast hers. Alicent smiled warmly as you gently clinked your glasses together, “and to whoever picked out these wines since these are fucking delicious,” you joked as you headed back to your seat.
The room laughed, the tension finally gone when Alicent pipped up, “I had the red flown from Dorne. I had it there on my honeymoon. The whites from old town though. My grandmother’s vineyard,” she said, an awkward smile toying her lips.
“then you dear sister have great taste,” you grinned before shutting your eyes to have your eyeshadow done.
You could practically feel the tension melt away as the room buzzed with excitement. As you were finished getting your hair done Jace slipped in the room. “had to make sure you don’t run for it,” he joked in your ear as you got out your chair.
“you can’t get rid of me that easy,” you laughed as you admired the fine work in the mirror. You looked fucking gorgeous.
“I was also sent to give you this,” he said as he held out an open necklace box revealing a delicate silver locket with a red ruby on the front. You gasped lightly, your fingers trailing the fine metal, “it was my great grandmothers, Daemons mom. He said it was your something old,”
You smiled softly as Jace helped place the locket around your neck. You held the locket gently in your hand when you turned back, “tell him thank you,” you said and Jace nodded before quickly giving sara a see you soon kiss and disappearing.
“this is for you too,” Rhaenyra said as she stepped out of the makeup artists chair and looking absolutely stunning you would add. “something borrowed,” she said as she passed you another small box.
You opened it with confused eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile when you opened it, “it’s beautiful,” you said as you took the silver pin with the Targaryen crest on the front.
“you pin it to the inside of your dress. We all did it,” she said, and you wondered how many generations had worn this pin on their own special days, “welcome to the family,” she said, giving you another hug.
“im gonna cry,” you said, fighting back the tears.
“no crying on my watch,” Aemond’s voice snapped you out of it as he entered the room. “yes, this is the look,” he said as you pulled back from Rhaenyra, “told you these girls know their stuff,” part of you wondered how Aemond knew so much about hair and makeup and fashion but you did not question it when you realised he was holding your dress, “and this is for you,” he said as he hung it up and began to unzip it.
All your bridesmaids quickly gathered round to see your dress and gasps and awws rang across the grounds. “it’s beautiful,” sara said, hugging your shoulders from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder, “have I ever mentioned how jealous I am?”
“a few times,” you said laughing at her joke, “now get out of here Aemond. We gotta get me changed,” you said making the girls laugh and hoot and Aemond to quickly scurry off.
Sara agreed to help you get into your dress while the others got into there’s. She had been practising doing up the corset strings on a mock up for weeks, so it was easy for her to quickly do you into the fine soft fabric. It was a crystal white colour with soft lace and tulle cascading down like a princess in a fairy tale.
All the girls kept oohing and ahhing when you revealed the dress. Alicent had went round the room making sure all the red wine was tucked away now you were all in your proper dresses. Rhaenyra, Alicent, Baela, and Rhaena all wore deep red satin bridesmaid dresses that in your opinion looked absolutely stunning on them. Now it was just sara to get dressed in her maid of honour outfit which while was the same cut and fabric was instead in a dark black shade.
Daemon had arranged for them all the be gifted alexander McQueen shoes which made sara almost cry as she slipped them on. However, your shoes were custom from Louboutin with a blue bottom instead of red to complete the tradition.
Soon you were ushered down the hall and waiting for the music to play. You got to finally see your groomsmen. Jace was there in his black suit waiting to take saras arm with a quick kiss. Cregan was introducing himself to a very flirty Baela who was keen to take his arm. Luke was chatting away to Rhaena who he would be escorting down and Aemond was on a walkie talky talking about something that he refused to tell you about. He was going to be walking his mother while Aegon who turned out to be less of an asshole than you first thought was waiting to walk with his sister.
Aegon quickly walked over to you, giving you a brief hug before whispering in your ear, “I’ve got a flask and a getaway car. Which will it be?” He said as he pressed the flask into your side discreetly with a cheeky grin.
You swotted at him but smiled as you took a swig of what you soon learned was straight vodka. “Christ Aegon what the fuck?” You said as you tried to recover from the vile taste, “you need better taste,”
“story of his life,” Aemond muttered as he ditched his headset, “places people we’re walking in 10. Get in order,”
Luke and Rhaena walked first, then Cregan and Baela, then Aemond and Alicent, then Aegon and Rhaena, then Jace and sara then finally you. As each couple started their walk you felt your eyes tear up at the sound of the wedding march. Sara reached back to squeeze your hand as Aegon and Rhaenyra began their walk.
You looked up when someone cleared their throat to see Viserys stood there in a clean black suit, “may I?” He smiled, offering his arm. You were touched since you had no one else to give you away and gladly took his arm.
Sara sent you an assuring smile before she started her walk and then it was you. You took one final deep breath before turning to your soon to be brother, “let’s do this,” you said. You could feel your feet moving but everything suddenly became so surreal as the entire room stood to welcome you. But when you looked down the aisle to see a teary-eyed Daemon turn around you knew you would be alright.
The ceremony went off without a hitch. No one objected, no phones pinged, and somehow you managed to not ruin your makeup despite being teary eyed the whole time. After signing the official papers and finally getting to kiss Daemon after a full 24 hours without him you were finally married.
You let out a sigh of relief as the limo door closed behind Daemon to take you to the wedding reception. “hello Mrs Targaryen,” Daemon grinned, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“hello husband,” you grinned back, leaning in for a quick kiss.
“ooh I like the sounds of that doll,” Daemon said, his hand reaching to cup your jaw to deepen the kiss. You heard a click and when you looked up you noticed the driver had closed the partition and you laughed before turning your attention back to your new husband.
You arrived at the wedding venue with Daemon trying to help tame your hair and you straightening his tie. Your wedding party was waiting outside for you both to start their entrances. Luke and Rhaena were up first, dancing into the room while Gangnam style blasted from the speakers making everyone cackle. Next up was Cregan and Baela who both wore pink feather boas as they danced into wannabe by the spice girls, and you wondered how often they had to meet for their choreography.
It was Aemond and Alicent you were worried about since you had never seen either danced but everyone started to hoot and holler when we are family came on and they danced in with a very choregraphed elaborate ball room move that would make strictly jealous. Alicent had some moves damn. This was quickly followed by im sexy, and I know it by lmfao blasting as Aegon and Rhaenyra with Aegon walking on his hands and doing a flip while Rhaenyra wore a backwards baseball cap and sunglasses.
The whole room was already sore from laughing when it was Jace and saras turn. Dear future husband rang out as the pair span each other about and sara walked around showing off a large ring pop on her hand. You and Daemon had been waiting behind the doors, looking out and trying not to laugh at your friends and families’ antics.
“and finally, may I announce my best friend and everyone’s favourite uncle. Mrs and Mr Targaryen,” sara yelled into the mic making everyone burst into a round of applause. Sadly, for you both you did not choregraph a hilarious dance but instead ran in, hands held tight, as everyone applauded you both running to the sweetheart table before speeches would start.
While you loved the sentiment even you had to admit some of the speeches were a drone. That was until saras hilarious maid of honour speech where the whole room was laughing harder than at any point so far. Then it was Daemons turn to thank everyone for coming and then he turned to you, “and I couldn’t have done it without you doll. You have been my everything, a shining light in this hellish world and I thank you for that,” he said, his voice tearing up making you reach for his hand, “I love you and im gonna stop before I embarrass myself,” he said as he handed the microphone over.
The whole night was perfect. You danced your first dance to lover by Taylor swift and danced till your feet were about to fall off. You couldn’t have asked for a better night especially when right at the end Daemon decided to sweep you off your feet, literally, to carry you out to your limo he had waiting with even more champagne.
“where are we going?” You asked as you noticed the driver take a wrong turn.
Daemon smirked as he squeezed your hand, “right now we’re going to the Martell plaza hotel so that tomorrow morning we can catch our plane,” he said making you turn around excitedly in your seat. While Daemon allowed you to decide anything you wanted for the wedding, he had insisted on planning the honeymoon, “hope you’re ready for four weeks in Dorne doll. That is if I let you leave the hotel room”
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You’ve Got A Friend In Me (Aragorn x Female Reader)
a/n: clara actually posting a one shot??? shocker, right? anyway, i started this months ago and only finished it now. it’s not really x reader, but oh well. also, there may or may not be inspiration taken from to kill a mockingbird. i won’t elaborate and you will see it when you see it. i don’t really see this as a part three of “a change of heart” but you can if you want to. also, don’t question the toy storyesque title.
summary: you’re convicted of a crime you actually didn’t do and all the odds are against you because of your reputation. aragorn is the only one to believe you are innocent and does what he can to help you get cleared of all charges.
word count: 2,1k
warnings: none really other than mentions of murder
During your first meeting, Aragorn prayed to whatever God was up there to have you locked up for your crimes sooner or later. He never thought it would actually happen considering how lousy the whole system was. Yet the wishes he no longer held were answered, which he thought was only done to spite him. When news of the lords declaring you a fugitive, he prayed you would be guided into safety and away from the authorities before asking why they wanted you.
“Do you need to ask?” A considerably young ranger laughed. “That woman is a menace. It was about time those poor souls were brought to justice, and this is long overdue.”
Aragorn growled. “That does not answer my question.”
The young ranger laughed once more, holding up his arms. “Calm down. They say she murdered one of those great lords in cold blood. Witnesses saw her near the castle when all the mess was going on. Can you believe it?”
No, I do not. She would never do that, not anymore.
Finding you wasn’t so difficult anymore. You were a slippery little snake that it took Aragorn a while to master the task of locating you. Today felt strangely easier than it was and he wondered if that was deliberate and you had been hoping he would find you.
You sure did not expect his visit as you aimed your knife at him, the tip close enough to his chin that it made a small cut, but you lowered it the moment you realised who it really was.
“Aragorn? What brings you here?”
“I believe you know what brought me here. Did you do it?”
“Kill the lord? No, though I would love that honour. I cannot tell you I am entirely innocent in this matter.”
You didn’t change entirely, you see. You still took payments (especially when the money came from a high bidder) and you were more than happy to carry out the execution of the worst of men, and the lord was no kind man. He was someone no one wanted to be around and Aragorn didn’t need to be told that you would love to kill him, yet he felt it in him that if you were going to be arrested for any crime, this was not it.
“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore,” you said, turning away from him. “You need to get out of here. I don’t want you seen with me and I most certainly don’t want you to be involved in my problems, so do yourself a favour and save your sorry self from a conviction.”
Aragorn raised a brow. “You involve yourself in my affairs, why can I not do the same?”
You shot him a glare. “That is different, I was helping you. And if-”
“You don’t think I’m helping you? I’m telling you I believe you’re innocent, and no matter what you say to make yourself look bad, I’ll find a way to make sure you’re not tried for anything.”
“Then run away with me.” You offered your hand. “A life in the forests away from the city sounds nice. It’s what I always dreamed of as a young girl.”
If he wasn’t destined for something so big, he would not hesitate to take up your offer. Even then, he imagined a life with you and he believed it to be so cozy and perfect. He was no stranger to waking up beside you and he longed for your company that getting to do it every morning sounded like a utopia.
“I… cannot.”
“Why not? You have nothing going for you. Just the same old rangering, nearly getting yourself killed while the people you protect don’t thank you for your service. Would you prefer a life with me, where we have all the freedom we can get? We can explore the world together, unbounded by expectations and obligations.”
“I may not like what I do, but it is still my duty to protect the men of Bree.”
Hurt, you turned away from him and left. “Well, you made your choice and I have made mine. I am sorry they are incompatible, but there is no use to convince you. I wish you all the luck if there is any left.”
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Each day, Aragorn misses you, but does not regret not following you. He would kill for you, but he would not pick you over the crown. It was the heaviest price he ever paid in his life and he is sure nothing else can compare.
Over time, his life is the same as it was before he met you. Hunt orcs, occasionally meet Gandalf, return to Rivendell, eat and sleep. Rinse and repeat.
It had been three months, shy of Midsummer when he heard about your whereabouts. Expecting neutral at worst news, he ensured to look like he was not paying attention and almost lost his train of thought when they started to go into more detail.
“Word has it that the woman thought to murder the lord had been found by authorities just last week. She put up a good fight, killing the guards and escaped the first time, but they caught her this time, not without issue though. She’s been brought back here for a trial.”
“Here? Why?” A young man asked, stupidly.
“Because this is where the murder happened,” said the man calmly. “I’m more surprised she’s getting a trial in the first place. Murderers like her deserve a lifetime sentence, plus 150 years, without the possibility of bail. In fact, the guillotine will do.”
A young woman around the same age as you spoke up. “There’s no way she’s getting a sentence lower than that. I mean, she steals a lot, and that’s not worth a death sentence in my book, and all those conspiracy murders everyone spoke of had no evidence, but this one did.”
“So, when is the trial?” The young woman asked.
“In two months time, assuming no delays.”
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After a lot of difficult convincing on his end, side eyes he received, and suspicion that he was someone to not be trusted, Aragorn received the location of the maximum security prison and the specific cell you were held at. The guards asked him a lot of questions before letting him see you, let alone giving you privacy.
When you saw him, you shot up and clenched your hands around the bars. A friendly face was long overdue. “It’s over, Strider. No point in making me feel better. I lost the moment they found me and there’s no turning back.”
“Don’t say that. Have some faith in yourself. I know you didn’t do it-“
“And do you have proof for that? God, I’m grateful to have you, and I’m grateful that you believe I didn’t do it, but you’re a delusional man. Go home. Find a woman to fuck, marry and have babies with. Forget about me. You’re smarter than this.”
“I know many people that can help you. I’ve been looking around and speaking to them, and they agreed to look into it. Some of them have been given permission to investigate.”
“Strider.” Only until now did you start crying, and Aragorn never saw you cry. He thought you crying was something he never thought he would see. “Stop that. You don’t have to do that.”
“What friend would I be?”
“You’re risking your own life for me.” You sobbed. “I don’t want you to jeopardise your own life to save mine. Please, stop this, go home. You have nothing to do with this.”
Suddenly, the door opened and two guards roughly grabbed Aragorn and pulled him away. “Time’s up,” one of them gruffly said to him as you mouthed “don’t resist.” He reluctantly listened. He was a lot stronger than everyone here combined and could knock them out in one hit, but if he wanted to finish his plan of ensuring you were proven innocent, beating up the guards was not the way to do it.
Once he was thrown out of the prison, he looked at the architecture and noted how miserable it was. He could tell you were losing your mind each passing minute and only hoped that you would recover as soon as you were released.
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One of the people he paid to investigate the lord’s death had summoned him to a private place at night.
“I think you need to hear this. Last night, we went over the body and we discovered enormous hand marks on the victim’s neck and marks on his right eye. The hand prints are too big to belong to a woman and the injuries on his eye could mean a left-handed man did it.”
Aragorn has met women with quite large hands, but the news only confirmed that you didn’t kill him, as he was aware you had small hands. You were also indeed right handed.
“With this proof in mind, it’s hard for me to believe she did it. I don’t know who did it, but I don’t believe it’s her.”
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Aragorn snuck his way in your trial and watched from above, making sure to keep discreet. After the introduction and overview of your charges, and people fighting it out with you remaining silent, you were suddenly asked a question that piqued his interest.
“Can you read and write?”
“Yes, I can.”
Everyone present stared at each other, muttering amongst each other, shocked that a woman who was most certainly not noble and was uneducated knew how to read and write.
You were asked to write out what the judge said, word by word with both hands. The most eloquent speech with advanced words yet you had no struggle writing them down, with your right hand, confusing everyone.
The man that asked you to write remained calm the entire time, as if he was unsurprised, startling you a bit.
“You see, the woman here wrote with her right hand, with perfect handwriting, while her writing with her left hand is nearly illegible. This could only mean she is right handed. The lord was discovered with bruises on the right side of his face, which if we assume she is the murderer, would be probable if she is left-handed. But she is not.”
“Secondly, there were big handprints around the lord’s neck. The woman here has quite small hands. A woman’s strength could only do so much to try and choke a man let alone with small hands.”
The trial went on and on, but came to an end, a good one, since you were cleared of your charges. Due to the everyone’s shock and confusion, and how the evidence countered their expectations, no one cheered nor jeered at the decision. It was dead silent and everyone left without uttering a single word.
Aragorn only smiled to himself, but his smile fell when you ignored him.
-
And life in Bree went on.
Everyone spent a week talking about how they had wrong thoughts of you, while others were still convinced you didn’t do it. A couple others just didn’t care and were annoyed to even hear about you. But after a week, the chatter all died down and everyone minded their own business, unless it was something about their married neighbor beginning an affair with another woman.
Aragorn found you at your place, cleaning your home with a lot of things packed.
“Going somewhere?”
“Finishing what I did not get to,” you said, not looking at him. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to see if you are well.”
“I am… well, I suppose. I’m not in a shitty cell with a similar embodiment to hell anymore.”
“I don’t expect a thanks or-”
“Thank you,” you suddenly said, finally facing him. “I’m sorry for doubting you. I really did think it was over for me.”
“I don’t blame you for doubting me, but I am your friend. You helped me before and it’s about time I returned the favour.”
“I am still going away for a while. I do not think I want to come back to Bree after a short time with everything that has happened. I understand you do not want to come with me, but I will come back, I promise.”
“About that. I think I decided that I do want to travel with you. It’s that this time, we’re not running away from something terrible.”
You ran towards him to give him a hug, perhaps the biggest hug he ever had in his life, and he heard you start to cry again. This time, you were not crying out of desperation.
No, you were crying of happiness. Happiness because you get to travel around the world with your favourite person, and the only person in your life left that mattered.
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what i see, what you see (1) - k.th.
genre: fluff, angst (9.5k)
summary: how you see taehyung, has changed too much over the years and how he sees you, hasn’t changed at all.
part 2 of the story.
all works in the series can be real individually.
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perhaps waking up to such a beautiful man should have pleased you, excited you even that your night was indulgent and filled with the intimacy you craved, but perhaps having to leave his bed in just minutes threw that happiness into thin air.
you stare with hands wrung tight around the blanket that protected your dignity, you stare with awe in your eyes at the man lying beside you. the sunlight gracefully blinked on his face as he tossed and turned before settling again and something about his delicate features made you want to run your fingers across his face.
you can’t believe you are here, in this bed, with him.
after staring at him for a few more silent minutes, you decide you must leave before the handsome man wakes up and discovers you in his bed.
there are certain rules to a one-night stand that need to be followed, at least you follow them carefully.
one, leave in the morning as soon as you can. no one wants a clingy one-night stand partner and the last thing you wanted was to humiliate yourself in front of this god-like man by overstaying your welcome.
two, don’t leave any trace of you behind, including clothes, phones, and other personal belongings that would be a hassle to retrieve from them.
three, don’t have any expectations and this one is rough, especially with how passionate-filled some nights can be, but one-night stands are not expected to make you a cup of coffee or a pleasant breakfast, it would be nice of them but it’s better to just head home and do that for yourself.
and all of these apply, no matter what the situation is.
now, you strongly believe in those rules, knowing well your way in the world of temporary strings, and no matter how beautiful this man was, or how beautiful he made you feel, you cannot stay any longer even if your hands ache to touch him one last time.
you roll off the bed with a small groan, all your muscles tightening at once as you slowly pad around for your dress and your purse. you sigh in relief when you spot them disposed of in a corner, blushing at the memory of how hasty you’d been to remove your dress last night or how hasty both of you had been, to be more precise.
just as you are about to leave, you hear a shuffle in the bed and freeze momentarily. you desperately hope he goes back to sleep so you can go without hiccups.
“leaving me already, heart?”
he remembers.
your breath stutters and your hands tighten around the doorknob at the low, rough voice that uttered the nickname you dreaded to hear but you don’t dare to turn around, your skin raises in goosebumps and your heart pounds exaggeratedly just at the sound of him which is why you do the wisest thing you can do at the moment.
you leave.
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the coffee sitting in front continues to grow cold as you stare into nothing, you had another sleepless night, you kept tossing and turning and your work life being as hectic as it was, didn’t help at all
you think of him, you wonder how he’s doing, you wonder who he’s charming right at the moment with his honey-like voice. you wonder if he remembered everything or just pieces of what you had been.
you really shouldn’t if you were being honest, you have forgotten all your one-night stands the following morning with ease but it’s been weeks since you have been with him, and your mind doesn’t seem to shut up about him.
and you hate that.
you hate that your body grows cold and warm as memories come back to you faintly, you remember how soft his hair felt between your fingers but you can’t remember the color of his shirt or the color of his home. but you remember what you felt, you remember flashes of how your eyes met his, how his lips curved to say your name, how his hands never stopped touching you, and how you fell asleep in his arms feeling nothing but warmth. how it felt so good to be in his warmth again after all this time.
and worst of all, you remember utterly clearly what he said to you just before you left.
how did you ever find the heart to leave him after he called out to you like that?
“i must say, you look even better during the day.” you jerk in your seat, your knee hitting loudly under the wooden table as you glance up hurriedly to meet his eyes.
the object of your restless nights.
you would recognize those eyes anywhere.
he shouldn’t be here.
“is that how you usually respond to compliments?.” he chuckled breathily and takes a seat right across you, and you are yet to say a word to him, your eyes too wide and your heart too loud for you to reply to him.
“not usually, no.” you manage to say and he smiles graciously. “i was hoping i would run into you at some point” he confessed with a lop-sided grin and your brows furrow involuntarily.
“what for?” you ask with your heart in your throat. your mind betrays you as everything he did to you comes rushing back and you have to swallow the dryness in your throat away.
“you left without saying goodbye, i was hoping you would stay” his voice is soft and you could tell he was being genuine. “why would i stay? it was a one-night thing” you shrugged, looking away from him because it killed you to leave that morning.
you really did believe you didn’t have to stay because again, it was a one-night stand and nothing else, not even with the history that apparently you two are adamant to ignore. but you wanted to know why he assumed you would.
“well, it doesn’t have to be.” he shrugs back and you want to sink under the table, there is no way that he, of all people, was insinuating what you thought he was.
did he really forget you altogether? and all the years you spent with him?
“on that note, can i join you for the rest of your meal, heart? unless you are meeting someone, of course.” there it was again, that ridiculous nickname that made your mouth dry. and now, you knew that he remembered.
taehyung had some inkling that you weren’t going to push him away, there was no way he was letting you slip again.
“nope, not meeting anyone” you confirm and he nods, evidently very pleased with your answer. “then, you wouldn’t mind if i grab us something to eat, right?” once you shake your head in reply, “i would like-“ and you are cut off with a finger to your lips.
“i remember, heart.” your lips tingle where he leaves his touch and as if nothing happened, he merrily skips away to order for you two. you sink in your seat as you place your hand over your rapidly pounding heart.
this was bad.
you two were never supposed to cross paths again. you felt like an idiot playing whatever shitty version of role-play this was.
though you can’t say you are entirely upset with seeing taehyung again.
but you were irritated with how flustered he still made you with few sentences, how he didn’t even try to make you feel that way but here you are, flushed and jittery.
a plate with quiche, some cinnamon rolls, and a can of peach soda enters your vision, you barely register him coming back to the table with your mind being so occupied by him.
and you purse your lips in the realization that this is exactly what you always got.
“your memory is quite good.” you hum while pulling your food closer to you and you can see how content he looks as he sits down. “so, i was hoping to get to know you better, we didn’t get to talk much that night, you can ask me whatever you would like.”
“what makes you think i want to keep talking to you?” you lean back with raised eyes, you wanted to see if he could handle some bruising to his intelligence, to see if he had changed at all.
he quirks his eyebrow but smiles nonetheless. if you wanted to play like that, so could he, “you would’ve told me to fuck off the second i sat down if you didn’t want to talk. i don’t see any benefit in beating around the bush when i know what i want and i just assumed that our good time together would naturally make you feel interested, correct me if i’m wrong though.”
he wasn’t wrong, you haven’t thought of anything but him for the past few weeks so he was safe to assume everything he did.
but you try to maintain composure, clearing your throat and sitting upright, you reply “you think too highly of yourself”, and he grins easily with a shrug, “if i don’t, who will?”
even though he said it playfully, he was right (once again), if we don’t value ourselves the way we want to be valued by others, it would be futile to ever wish for a value to be bestowed on us.
“so heart, you are free to ask me anything your pretty mind is curious about” he digs into his food and you nod your head, you have things to ask him if he’s so eager to answer.
“how long will you keep pretending that we don’t already know everything about each other, taehyung?”
the playful environment vanishes like a fog that gets chased away by the heat. sure, it was nice to pretend that you two were strangers and that this was all new, you were both new but the only truth you believed in, was the old, almost vintage kind of love that you lived through him.
until it all burnt to ashes and here you two were, acting like strangers to dull your longing for each other.
he pauses, setting down his fork and looking at you with pursed lips, taehyung was really hoping this wouldn’t be brought up, he was hoping that he could have you, a fresh start to your otherwise wilted story. his shoulders fall as a frown starts to appear on his brows.
“heart, can i ask you something now?” taehyung’s words are slow and they come out with a light shakiness to them.
“i guess, it’s only fair, so go ahead.” you nod and the tapping of your foot against the floor starts rapidly, it had always been one of those habits you couldn’t break.
your mind goes through every possible question he could ask you, you are not sure you could answer most of them, and you don’t want to answer most of them because you know taehyung, and you know he won’t ask you something simple.
“truthfully and i want the sincerest answer from you.” you hold your breath as taehyung levels his gaze with you.
“how have you been, y/n?” was not what you expected.
“it’s been too long.” not what you expected at all.
a simple question.
but it knocked the breath out of you, taehyung’s concern weaved around his words, his teary eyes indicated he had wondered about this before, about how you’ve been, about how long it’s been since he’s had the chance to ask you this. you wonder if it kept him up for as many nights as it did you because you have wondered endlessly about how he’s been too.
you couldn’t answer.
the night that entangled you two once again comes back to you.
he saw you dancing alone under the flashing lights.
he kept his gaze on you as you locked yours with his, urging your body to move in a way you never did before, throwing your head back and putting on a show.
show him what he’s been missing.
you don’t understand why you would ever act like you didn’t know him; you knew him more than you know yourself. you don’t know if you actually didn’t recognize him or chose to just forget your history for those few hours.
“what are you doing here?” you want to know, you want to know so badly so many other things that you can’t ask now so you settle to dodge the question as you lean back and away from him.
“you didn’t answer my question.”
“you are not answering mine.”
“i have an exhibition here, i was hoping to get to that after we talk a little more.”
so, he ended up pursuing photography in the end.
now, this was something you totally expected from taehyung.
“i would love for you to come and see it, y/n. there’s no one i want to show it more to.” those words would have made you swoon but now, they just irritated you and you willed your frustration away. you don’t speak a word, you don’t give a single indication of your thoughts, of your brewing anger.
but taehyung had always been stubborn.
“how have you been, y/n? i’ve waited years to ask you this.” the question hits you like a truck once again but this time, you force yourself to look away from the abyss of his eyes that held so much of the emotions you were scared of acknowledging.
it was absurd.
seeing him after all the time was absurd, and having this conversation with him was absurd.
taehyung’s grip on you, even now, was absurd. your throat starts to close up at the sheer weight of his return in your life.
“what do you do? how is your sister? please, say something.” you don’t miss how his tone begs you to speak but you could’ve never prepared yourself enough to see taehyung after this long, let alone sit down and talk to him like nothing happened.
“i’m sorry, taehyung” and before he could let another word out, you were running out of the café.
-
sometimes, you hated social obligations and you hated it even more when they were on saturday’s that you hoped to spend drinking and journalling.
you absentmindedly glance over the photographs hung in the museum your friend forced you to come to as a plus one. she promised good food and good-looking men, but so far only the food was satisfactory. the champagne flute clutched tightly in your hands had long lost its bubbles and you found yourself getting bored for the fifth time in the past hour.
usually, you loved exhibitions and you wouldn’t admit to another person that you had secretly hoped to find taehyung’s name somewhere among the sea of photos, maybe get some closure from how he left, and that grew into a casual affection for exhibitions.
but your mind was somewhere else entirely.
you turned around with a sigh, knowing that you didn’t have it in you to appreciate the photos today. and you do a double-take when you see taehyung’s face buried in crowds around the far corner of the room.
the closure you needed, two years ago, was standing a few feet away and not just the name, but also the face that glittered under the neon lights.
you thought closure would bring you comfort and some peace, but your ankles buckled underneath you as all color drained away from your face, and the champagne flute in your hand whined under your grip.
closure didn’t bring you comfort or peace, just a longing you couldn’t refuse or accept.
did he feel it too?
had he ever tried searching for you as you had so desperately for him?
he was already looking at you and you didn’t like that one bit, you didn’t like that he knew of your presence because now, you couldn’t just run away.
taehyung smiled his beautiful smile after you met his eyes, raising his glass to you. you blink once, twice, and whip your head back around.
what was he even doing here?
your ears picked up on the tell-tale sound of boots beelining towards your direction and it took every nerve in you to not gallop towards the door. your feet curled to move, to loosen their grip on the ground and sprint but you stayed stuck.
“find anything you like?” his smooth voice invades your space and you suck in a breath when he appears beside you with a jolly smile.
seems like your previous exchange hadn’t affected him at all. you don’t know if you find that stupid or admirable yet.
“sure, many actually” you shrug, trying to appear casual, trying to appear as if his presence here didn’t deter you at all, as if it didn’t make you want to curl into yourself and you gulp more of your warm champagne, the sour bubbles making you grimace immediately.
god, that tasted like a horse’s foot.
without a word, he takes the glass out of your hands and replaces it with his own.
“it’s better when it’s cold.” your lips part involuntarily at that and your heart hammers in your ears as you take in how he looks.
taehyung was wearing this beautiful crimson satin shirt, paired with trousers that hugged his long legs perfectly, a thin chain disappeared behind his shirt and his hair was pushed back, he looked extremely attractive and he knew it.
that didn’t change, you noted. taehyung had always been well aware of the effect he had on other people and he often took pride in his ability to make a person turn twice to see him. you used to find that arrogant but if you had his face, you would be the same.
taehyung, on the other hand, has to hide his smile behind his glass because he can’t believe that you, of all people in the world, ended up at his exhibit and he would be the biggest liar if he said your emerald, flowy dress didn’t drive him insane. he didn’t even try to peel his eyes off you when he saw you, just kept looking, enjoying his view and hoped you would look back.
the jewel-toned outfits you two matched, didn’t slip his attention.
“so, which ones did you like?” he pried his eyes away from you for the first time since he saw you and pointed towards the photographs. you could sense the urgency in his tone, he really wanted to know which caught your eye. “i haven’t looked at a photo long enough to pick a favorite, i’ve been…distracted.” you finally admitted.
taehyung’s lips split into the widest grin, he had always loved how honest you were and he knew this meant you didn’t know it was his exhibition.
“for me, can you please take a look?” his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly in fleeting concentration at the frames surrounding you two and your own eyebrows come together in confusion.
why did he look at the pictures with so much affection?
“uh, sure.” you mutter and turn to look at the photo, it was a close-up of the empty space inside a heart locket and the thin chain of the necklace was sprawled messily around it.
it looked familiar.
too familiar.
and then it dawns on you that it was the same chain and locket you had gifted taehyung around four years ago.
the world around you goes mute for a second.
your eyes hurriedly searched for the name of the photographer because it couldn’t be him, anyone but him, and anything but that necklace you had given him foolishly, thinking you would spend the rest of your life with him. in the middle of your frantic search, your eyes finally catch the name at the bottom right of the frame.
kim taehyung (v).
sea of photos.
his face.
his name.
it was everything you wanted.
just not now.
you spun as your eyes darted into every corner, to look at the other frames sprawled on the white walls around you two; sure enough, all of them had his name under them.
his exhibit.
the one he told you about.
god, you are so stupid.
of course, it’s the exhibition that he tried to get you to come to but you didn’t want to hear anything about it and you’re here anyway. by some shitty wrench in your fate, you ended up right where he wanted you.
“this is all yours” you mumble out breathlessly and taehyung’s lip is caught in his teeth as his eyes zero in on your reaction. you don’t look at him anymore as your back stands straight and you are stiffer with tension than ever and his face falls. he wishes it wasn’t his, just to erase the frown on your face.
“yes, it is,” he can’t bring himself to sound proud about the exhibition after he sees how uncomfortable you look.
ever since taehyung left you the way he did, you have gotten very good at one thing.
leaving.
a trait, you liked to joke to your friends now, that you picked up from him.
“i can’t be here” you whisper more to yourself than anyone else but taehyung’s ears pick up on your soft whisper and he further deflates. but he can’t let you leave, not again, not after you’ve seen the part of him that he’s desperately been waiting to show you.
so, as you turn to leave like you’ve trained yourself to in any situation that made it difficult for you to breathe, taehyung’s hand wrap around your wrist.
his touch is gentle, and his fingers are a little cold from the champagne flute he’s been holding since the beginning of the evening, but his touch crashes you into reality, a reality where taehyung was somehow back in your life and you couldn’t bring yourself to like that.
would it have been the same if he didn’t let you go that morning?
would you have paused and regretted every thought that made you leave?
“please, heart. for me, stay till the end.” you don’t miss the pleading in his tone and you don’t dare to look at his face, you know yourself enough to know that one look at him would have you crumbling on the floor with no resolve.
suddenly, you feel just the way the ‘university student’ you felt when everything blew away gently but surely like a dandelion.
you won’t stay.
you will leave, just like he did and you will not turn back, you will not think of kim taehyung ever again and you will do everything you can to avoid meeting him again. he was never supposed to show up in your life.
you will definitely not stay.
but the fluorescent lights in the museum continue to hurt your eyes and your fingers hurt from holding the flute of champagne which had long grown warm once again.
you stayed, after telling taehyung that you would rather burn in hell.
you stayed, after walking out into the cold night and promising to yourself that this is where it ends with kim taehyung.
you stayed, foolishly, but with a sick sense of owing this to taehyung.
the last visitor to the museum bows to taehyung and leaves, which left you and taehyung to be the last ones in the museum. he turns to you with amused eyes and his lips pulled up to one side.
he found it hilarious that you were the same person who was hell-bent on leaving just an hour ago and he can’t bring himself to wipe the smile off his face even if it sharply contrasts the deep scowl on your face.
“didn’t really think you’d still be here” taehyung walks up to you with breezy steps, and you scoffed, more at yourself than him, “i can still leave.”
he hums, dropping himself on a bench and looks up at you with the same smile that you used to love so much, “sit down, no funny business, i promise. i just want to talk, heart.” he tilts his head back with raised eyebrows, there is warmth in his voice and familiarity that you’ve grown to hate since he’s started using that nickname again.
but you sit down anyway.
at the end of the bench.
far away from him.
it isn’t lost on either of you that the bench is only big enough for two people so half your ass is hanging in the air and taehyung has to bite back a laugh at the way you seem to hover in the open air.
“this exhibition has been in the works for about a year now” he tells you and you cock an eyebrow at that. so, he’s known he was coming back for a year and that information sits bitterly in your mind.
“it seems to be a success” you mutter in an unbothered tone, your eyes flying over your nails in an attempt to look unbothered too but oh, your heart was practically singing with pride at the crowd that showed up.
“i was a nervous wreck, i really thought it would be just me and my assistant today.” he lets out a small laugh, laced with disbelief and you wanted to fight him at how little confidence taehyung carried regarding his craft.
you may hate him now but even you couldn’t deny that the exhibition was a huge achievement for him.
“well, if it makes you feel any better, i had a hard time finding space to walk around.” your heels click noisily, anxiously against the granite in your attempt to compliment taehyung. it felt strange, supporting him, talking to him, even sitting with him under dimmed lights felt strange and new.
somehow, you hated that taehyung seemed to have moved on to bigger and better things, you had wished that he was miserable, that he was crying every day, that he was lost in life with no direction.
“you wouldn’t have had that problem if you were walking around with the photographer himself, you know.” he cheekily remarks and you have to fight the smile on your face.
“the photographer looked a little too busy.” you let yourself relax a little, your back leans on the wall behind you and you suck in a breath at how much closer taehyung was. taehyung, on the other hand, is delighted and scoots further reducing the distance between you two. your eyebrows further reach your hairline but you don’t make an attempt to move.
you already fucked him, this was nothing.
“i’m never too busy for you.”
“it didn’t seem that way years ago.”
why did you just say that?
taehyung’s body jerks back at your harsh words and you, yourself are not sure where it comes from but it does, and you can’t bring yourself to take it back because that was how it felt then, like taehyung wanted to fly and you didn’t let his feet leave solid ground.
he looks away with a gulp, he has nothing to say to that, because he knows it’s true, he had been avoiding bringing up anything about the past but that just made you feel worse than the hell that the last few years put you through.
the fact that he was ready to flirt with you and make plans with you but never acknowledge the history you two shared, hurt you more than you would ever admit to another living soul.
“it’s not fair.” he declares with a hardened gaze and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. you felt taehyung should be the last one to talk about fairness.
“what isn’t?”
“how we ended, it wasn’t fair to either of us.” taehyung dares to look up at you as he says that, and even if he says it gently, him mentioning how you ended didn’t sit well in your mind and the developing knot in your throat made it hard for you to keep your eyes on him.
it really wasn’t fair, but not for the reasons he thought so.
“you know what actually isn’t fair at all?” you force yourself to speak, your voice laced with emotions that you thought you had buried but all of it bubbles over. you are seeing the person you loved during your entire youth, innocently, devotionally, and after they left you without an explanation or goodbye.
nothing in the world could’ve prepared you for this, nothing could’ve prepared you for taehyung again.
and you hated being unprepared, you hated how out of control everything felt.
taehyung knows what you’re going to say, he knows exactly what wasn’t fair and he’s struggled with the guilt of that knowledge for too long, so he keeps quiet, he doesn’t want to hear what it was. he’s tired of the hollowness that’s consumed him, body and soul, for the time he spent apart from you.
“how you left. how you left wasn’t fair to us, how you left wasn’t fair to me.” your eyes gather tears at the corners and you are close to yelling at the end. it wasn’t fair that you never knew why he left and why he never felt the need to give you the goodbye you deserved.
you thought you did something, that you were at fault, that taehyung couldn’t possibly leave you the way he did, and you are overcome with frustration about how hard you’ve been on yourself because of him.
but what frustrates you most is that even after all this time, you have not moved on.
he has but you haven’t.
“i don’t know what to say.” taehyung’s voice comes out tight and it’s barely above a whisper and your irritation only increases.
“seems like not much has changed for you then” he never bothered telling you he was leaving, so to you, your anger was more than justified. taehyung breathed out heavily, his entire body language screamed how uncomfortable he was and you wanted to leave, again.
“i don’t want to fight. i just want to enjoy this minute that you are here with me, in my exhibit, in my presence, after way too long.”
‘and who’s to blame for that?’ it lies at the tip of your tongue but you don’t say it, you don’t want to bother yourself with him anymore.
you sink in your seat in a silent acceptance that you will let him have his minute, just this minute.
just this one minute.
taehyung relaxes too, his body sliding down the bench as a long breath leaves him and his eyes drift to your feet, how they stay pointed away from him, his eyes fall shut as the exhaustion from the day catches up to him, from seeing you again with the knowledge that you hated his every fiber.
but taehyung was stubborn.
“can we, at least, be friends?” you almost bark out a burst of laughter at his request, he must have gone completely insane if he thought you would even consider that.
“hear me out” you hear him say and your eyes are already rolling to the back of your head, but his soft tone stutters your thoughts. “we were friends, before everything” he takes a shaky breath, not wanting to specify what ‘everything’ was. you didn’t want him to specify what it was, either.
“before things happened, we were the best of friends, we had each other backs. i have a journey i want to share with you, as a friend and i want you to be able to confide in me like you used to.”
now, that makes you pause.
because it was true, you were really good friends, all through high school and almost till the end of college, you never lost that ‘friendship’ element even when you got together.
memories that you buried over the years, crawled up your spine until they curled around your neck and painted taehyung in the light that you shone on him then.
it had actually pained you more that you lost taehyung as a friend than as a boyfriend.
it would be stupid for you and taehyung to gloss over your issues, to pretend that the years haven't passed without longing and much missing.
nevertheless, you could no longer vehemently throw away his suggestion. a strong, foolish tugging at your heart wanted to give taehyung another chance with your trust.
it was foolish, very foolish but you found that with taehyung, you had always been a little bit foolish.
“okay.”
taehyung’s head snaps in your direction as a smile starts to bloom on his face and you force your own twitching lips down, you had no idea why the urge to smile took over your face.
“no funny business” you pointed at him with your polished acrylic and he jokingly lifts his hands in surrender, his hands reaching up to put an invisible zip on his lips that made you giggle.
“none at all, ma’am, none at all” he sang as he scooted impossibly closer to you and this time, you don’t move, you just stare at him with a dopey grin and faltering heart.
you knew this wouldn’t end well for you; this would end exactly as it did then.
nevertheless, when his smile reaches full bloom, you can’t bring yourself to care about any of that.
it was okay, you would be hurt again and that would be okay.
-
when you said you wanted to be friends with taehyung, this wasn’t what you expected.
everyone around you stopped and stared at the large bouquet of orchids and petunias laying on your cabin’s table, most were gaping at the sheer enormity of it and you stood there with burning cheeks, both from the huge grin you couldn’t shake off and also the attention it garnered at your workplace.
that wasn’t even the worst part.
as you flipped the card that was tucked gently in the middle, you could only shake your head at the message he sent it with.
‘with love, from thv. (as a friend)’
“you need to learn to be more subtle, this isn’t very friend-like of you.” you half-heartedly complained to him, his proud chuckle came from the other side of the phone, and even with the device separating you two, your heart thawed at a little at the sound.
it felt strange to have access to his number, access to him whenever, it felt strange to just casually call him up and talk.
but it also didn’t feel forced, almost like a jerk in the road before its smooth again.
“subtlety isn’t exactly my forte so excuse me for that and as for the friend part, i did write ‘as friends’, didn’t i?”
he did, but friends don’t send bouquets the size of your head to your workplace, especially if it was friends that had an undeniable history with you.
but you couldn’t bring yourself to be as mad as you wanted to and you hated that, you were already melting at his words after vowing to yourself that you would never see his face again.
you hated it. not completely, just enough to know you hated it but not feel it so much.
“you can’t do this, taehyung” you weren’t sure if you were talking about the flowers anymore as your fingers lightly traced the petals.
orchids and petunias had always been your favorite and your skin tingled from the fact that he still remembered.
“you’ll get used to this, don’t worry.” his tone was teasing, certain, and oh, so confident, you couldn’t detach your phone from your ear even after the call ended and all that was left on the line was an incessant beeping sound.
you were right.
letting him back into your life would be a mistake.
but the petunias staring back at you, made you throw all caution out the window.
-
“where are you?” his voice stops you from turning to another page of your work file. “at work, where else?” you chuckled as you threw the file away from you.
this had become a regular thing for you two over the past few weeks, talking on the phone at random times of the day, talking about nothing significant but enough to know what was going on in each other’s lives.
it was some of the most mundane conversations you’ve ever had, you still didn’t look forward to anything more than his call now.
“and when will you be done?” you turned to look at the emerald clock in your office, that taehyung had gifted you years ago but you would rather he not know that you still kept it.
you should’ve thrown it away, a long long time ago.
“in like two hours, why are you asking me?” you bit your lip in anticipation.
you won’t get your hopes up, you will not wait for him to ask to spend time with you-
“okay, text me when you get home.” then, the call goes dead and you are left with your mouth dropped open.
what a fucking asshole.
you drag your file closer to you with increased irritation as you flip angrily through the pages. how dare he? how dare he come back into your life, completely muddle everything that helped you survive in the years he left you and then fucking have the audacity to cut your call?
you were never ever, and you mean it when you cement this to yourself, you will never pick up another call from that man.
you kept going through work like water, your anger boosting your productivity significantly and you don’t even turn to look at the time again, you had nowhere to be so you would rather just work.
“thought i would bring these to you myself, this time” your pen pauses its scribbling on the pages laid out in front of you and you don’t want to look up, you don’t need to, you know exactly who is standing by your door with another bouquet of petunias.
“you didn’t have-“ your words get swallowed down your throat when you look up to see him.
loose shirt.
ruby pants.
petunia bouquet.
and that smile on his face.
no one could blame you for not having anything to say.
“we have a dress code around here” you point at his flashy outfit but he shrugs, closing the door to your cabin and placing the bouquet right in front of you.
“i promise i’ll follow it next time, heart” he winks at you as he takes a seat across from you, leaving you to deal with your hot cheeks. taehyung’s eyes dart around your office, the pictures sitting on your desk with people he didn’t recognize, the papers that were arranged neatly in a corner, the color-coded folders, and finally, the coffee mug with multiple Brooklyn-99 stickers on it, you had always loved that show and he’s glad that hasn’t changed.
he had noticed so many changes around you, in you as well. you never painted your nails before, now you always had a fresh set of bright acrylics. you used to always have your phone on silent and he had to wait for hours for you to call back, now you were instantaneous in picking up calls. you even started nursing small succulents from what he’s told.
you no longer were the insecure person who didn’t know whether you would achieve anything in life, you didn’t mumble your words anymore, they were clear and confident and he fell half-in-love again with just that.
not that he ever fell out.
then, he sees the clock.
the clock that twenty-year-old him had thought was a perfect gift for his girlfriend, you had pouted then, you asked him what would you even do with a clock but now, it was hung where you worked.
the coldness that filled taehyung’s heart in that minute was palpable, now he knew that you had held onto some belief that he would come back, he couldn’t bring himself to imagine how cruel that waiting must’ve been.
he really fucked up.
“what are you doing here, taehyung?” you sigh in faux exasperation, seemingly none the wiser to his glance towards the clock, as you lean back in your seat. taehyung didn’t want you to know either, he would rather not bring up wounds that seared the two of you.
what was important to him was that you were in front of him, and he had only this one chance at making things right.
“picking you up from work and taking you to a picnic if you have nothing else planned.” your eyes widen on their own, you had never been good at hiding your reactions and taehyung had always found it amusing.
“it’s just a picnic, y/n. some wine, cheese, and pastries, i have it all ready, you just need to come along” taehyung smiles sweetly, and you almost smile back before shaking your head and sitting up straighter, “what if i have other plans?” you challenge him but both of you know you don’t have anything planned. again, you never were good at hiding how you felt and that automatically led to you being a terrible liar.
but he plays along.
“i will try to convince you that my plan is better” he shrugs, sitting up straight with you. his confidence. you both missed it and can do without it at the moment.
“and how is that?”
“well, it’s got me” he gives you a lopsided grin and you roll your eyes though a smile now dances on your lips too.
“somehow, i’m not convinced, kim taehyung.” you act unaffected, putting your files away and he chuckles at that, throwing his head back on his seat. you keep your head down, you want him to give you a good reason, you want him to not give you any option but follow him out this door.
then, he gets up from his seat, presumably to leave and your heart deflates but you don’t say a word, you don’t dare to look his way again and before you know it, your chair is spun and you yelp as your eyes meet his.
he didn’t leave.
oh.
that was…interesting.
taehyung has that small smile on his face, one that shows his security in himself, in his own skin, and one that infuriates you because it’s hard to hate a man when he doesn’t secretly hate some part of himself.
taehyung’s always been him, just him, very secure in his delicate but angled features, he’s long embraced himself wholly.
you’re so lost in admiring him, admiring his long eyelashes that frame his eyes just right, his unsymmetrical eyes which blink back drunken stars, admiring his beauty like you used to.
you don’t notice how he leans to your ear until his breath against your skin makes you shiver and grip your chair tightly.
“we can get chocolate cake and hot chocolate on the way” he whispers so seriously about the sweets, for obvious dramatic effect and you hold back your giggles, no longer feeling too aware of his presence. “have i convinced you?” he tilts his head at you, his own amusement growing at your curled lips.
“don’t say anything else and we’re good to go” you push him back with the pads of your palms, grabbing your bag and coat, turning to see his baffled face with a sly smile.
you forgot how taehyung wasn’t used to this version of you, you no longer were the bubbly university student in love, you hardened over the years, in both a good and bad way.
if you had to get used to his spontaneous bouquets, he had to get used to this version of you.
“i don’t think friends do this, kim taehyung but i’ll make an exception for this one time.” you tease, sauntering out the door and he’s left gaping in your cabin.
-
“not going to lie, when you said wine, i really didn’t think it was the kind that gets you drunk” you giggle as you pour another glass for yourself, and taehyung laughs at your slurred speech. “but i’m not complaining” you shrug and swig the glass all the way and to put it in a simple way, taehyung’s mildly shocked. you used to have the highest tolerance among all your friends in college, often being the sober one who made sure everyone got home even if you drank a lot but now, you were getting drunk on three glasses of wine.
he would’ve stopped you from drinking more but you looked totally relaxed for the first time since he met you again and you weren’t fighting him either, it’s a win-win situation for him. he’s already decided that you will drink as much as you want and he’ll take care of it.
“i really didn’t think that i’d see you again.” you sighed, an emotion behind that simple motion that taehyung didn’t recognize but it was enough to make him stop from pouring more wine into your cup, and look up at you.
you weren’t looking at him. you were looking at anything but him, your gaze was empty, the flush on your cheeks was now a faint dash of color, and your eyes were once again widened in caution.
he felt a fight coming.
he didn’t know what to do.
“why did you come back, taehyung?” you can’t help the question that tumbles out of your mouth, but you still hold yourself back from asking one that has plagued your mind for months.
say it’s for me, say you couldn’t live without me, say it was hell for you too, say it was to see me one more time.
taehyung has the answer, he knows why he’s back but he can’t tell you now, he can’t pop up in your life and make it all about him again, but taehyung doesn’t realize that’s all he’s been doing.
“just…for the exhibition” he says instead, clearing his throat uncomfortably and your hand pauses mid-air from taking another swig, you were stupid to think otherwise. “of course, that’s fair.” you force yourself to tell him and he doesn’t do anything but nod.
then, why did you find me?
why did you wake up next to me again?
why did you come back to me, with flowers and quiet apologies?
“exhibition’s over, why aren’t you going back to wherever you came from?” taehyung forces himself to breathe normally at the next question that leaves your lips, he almost laughs at how smart you are even when intoxicated but the stars tonight weighed down on his shoulders, they didn’t shine, they burned him.
he knows you’ll make him say it anyway, he knows you’re smarter than to take whatever bullshit answer he will give you otherwise.
so, he gathers his courage to tell you that the only reason why he ever planned for an exhibition here, was for you. why he ever felt himself get tethered to this place, was you. why everything he built from the ground up, was to show you.
but before his words fully prepare to fall from his lips, your head falls on his shoulder, your hands going limp on your side as your wine glass rolls away. the wine must have caught up to you, your eyes are shut and you stir as you settle into the curve of his body.
taehyung sucks in a breath as his body stays rigid for a few minutes.
taehyung is reminded of the many days that he woke up just to feel you.
then, he settles too, and lets his body fall around you in a familiar fashion.
taehyung will tell you one day, he will tell you everything. he promises to himself that he’s going to let you know of all the things he’s seen without you, how much it hurt to not see them with you, to feel all the things he did, without you.
but for now, he will just savor this night, he will just feel you.
-
“a what?” you almost spit out the orange juice taehyung had so generously prepared for you as soon as you woke up with a throbbing head.
thank god for weekends.
“a trip, i need to gather information about the location so that i can plan my shoot and theme around it” he shrugs and goes back to the sizzling bacon on the pan in front of him. you stare with a dropped jaw, the shock of waking up in his apartment this morning was enough for you to digest in one day, the shock of him making you breakfast and you watching him cook in his kitchen, was too much but you could handle it. you needed a separate day for whatever he was suggesting now.
“and why will i come to this shoot?” you were beyond confused; you were flabbergasted that he would even bring this up with you. there was nothing you could contribute to the shoot and you weren't enthusiastic about spending long, lonely hours with him.
taehyung thought you forgot everything about last night, he was extra gentle with you throughout the night, when he was shifting the blanket around you, when his hands hesitated to remove your scarf and coat, and when he clicked the door shut as lightly as he could. as if, if he moved too quick, you would wake up and fight him again, that you would hate him again.
you remember everything, especially the part where he didn’t give you an answer.
but that just wasn’t a conversation for the near future.
“because i have a feeling you will really love the location” taehyung turns around, crossing his arms across his chest with a broad smile and you force your eyes from the apron straining on his hips as he moves. “no offense but your feelings almost always end up meaning trash, taehyung” you roll your eyes and plop down on the bar stool near the counter as he gasps.
“i take full offense to that actually, what do you even mean?” he argues and you cock an eyebrow, “remember when you got me a cat as a gift for our anniversary because you had a feeling i would love it?” taehyung’s face turns red as he tries to defend himself, “that was an honest mistake.”
“i was fucking allergic to the poor thing, taehyung.”
“that was an unexpected complication, it was a one-time thing! besides, i’m so sure this time.” he continued to argue and you sighed, leaning back.
“where is it then?”
“i won’t tell you.”
your jaw drops again, “are you crazy? why do you think i’ll go if you don’t even tell me where we’re going?”
“because it’s with me?”
“that goes in the list of reasons of why i shouldn’t go, actually.” you give him a bright, sarcastic grin and he glares back.
“it’s going to be your loss” he feigns nonchalance as he turns around and continues to cook. you hate to admit it but you really do need a trip, work has been killing you and nothing exciting has been happening (except random flower bouquets and wine with someone), you can’t deny how curious you are.
and taehyung knows.
taehyung knows how it kills you when you don’t know something, he knows that you’ll love this place, it takes all of him to keep his smile from growing too big because he enjoys how you’re squirming in your seat, fighting the urge to just ask him.
you might have changed but taehyung knows you enough to know this much.
“taehyung.” you call out after deciding that you’ve tortured yourself enough and he hums, “yes, heart?” you roll your eyes yet again at the dreadful nickname.
“where is it?”
“not telling you.”
“seriously?” your face starts getting red from the frustration that bubbles in you and your fists tighten on the counter.
“yes.”
“okay, then i won’t come” you say with much reluctance, you want to go so badly and taehyung has to bite back a chuckle, “okay, heart, whatever you wish” he shrugs with that irritating smile, placing a plate of food in front of you and you glare at it.
you start eating slowly before raising your fork at him, “i mean it, i will not be coming, i do not care about whatever stupid place you’re going to.” taehyung nods along, “of course, why would you?” he continues to tease you and you narrow your eyes at him.
his tone suggested that he knew of your feigned ignorance and that irritated you to the core.
nevertheless, you give up, if he wanted to be a dick, you were going to let him be a dick.
but right before you left his apartment that day, he planted another seed in your head that kept you up for days.
“we leave in two weeks, whether you come or not, your ticket will be booked, all you have to do is show up at the airport, so it’s really up to you.”
“i’m not coming, taehyung” you repeat unsurely but outwardly, you maintained a firm stance and he tuts at you, knowing your act was slipping, and pulls you in for a short hug under his doorway.
a short hug that you dreamed about for days.
“surprise me, heart. you always do.” he whispers with a smirk, pulling away and slipping inside his room.
two weeks.
surprise him?
you scoffed, he was crazy to think that you would even think of coming.
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you did think about it.
you thought about it so much that you ended up with two full suitcases in the airport that taehyung had texted you the details about. you had left the message on seen, not bothering to reply because you weren’t going, right?
well, your suitcases said otherwise.
you see taehyung’s figure somewhere in the distance, he wasn’t too hard to find, his satin shirt at a freaking airport baffled you but at least you found him. he was looking for someone in the crowd around him, and you wonder who. you really have no clue, none at all.
you look off in the other direction, it was bad enough that you showed up after swearing on your life that you wouldn’t, it would be worse if you walked up to him with your suitcases.
you had thought of not coming, you really did but curiosity plucked at your every nerve until you gave in and started packing. you didn’t know what you were packing for, but you figured a good mix of everything was safe.
“heart?” his gentle tone which wasn’t filled with as much shock as you would’ve liked, broke the chaos around you. you didn’t have to see him to know he was grinning ear-to-ear.
“i thought you said you weren’t coming?” taehyung continues, circling around you to stand right in front of your embarrassed face and he bites his cheeks to stop himself from grinning.
“i came to wish you a safe journey” you answer unconvincingly, you know that he knows but you are going to at least try to save your dignity, “you always bring suitcases to wish someone that?” he furrows his eyebrows to act as if he believed what you said.
“always.” he laughs out loud and you no longer fight your own smile, you almost forgot the warmth that spread through you whenever you made him laugh.
“i’m doing what you told me to” you finally answer him after both of you calm down and he tilts his head, urging you to continue.
“surprising you” he wasn’t surprised, not even close, he had known the second you squirmed in his house that you would come, but he lets you have this one, “i’m beyond surprised, heart. now let’s go, we’ve got a flight to catch” he takes your suitcases and holds them along with his, to his right and with his left hand, tugs on your sleeve till you give your hand to him.
when you place your hand in his, it felt like no time has passed at all, and even if uncertainty filled you about the trip, about whatever you two were doing, about where you were heading, holding his hand seemed to put all of that behind you.
“are you going to at least tell me now?” you ask him as you two wait at the security line.
“you’re going to find out anyway, just a couple of hours. relax, heart.” his hands come to press on your shoulders and you lean back at him. this felt good, this felt great even. you couldn’t bring yourself to push away or start a fight or question how his arms now snaked across your waist.
you don’t say a thing and you do what he tells you to, yet again.
you just relax.
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Only Pretending #4
Ok, this time I'll tag everyone who ever asked!
@the-bagel24, @regalbootie, @tundra1029, @thoroughly--confused, @lilsmeaux, @poorwritingandstalecoffee, @alder-saan
Thank you so much, lovelies 💛
And of course, the person behind all of this @anti-bright-places 💛💛
This one was very fun to write, Morticia is the spice we needed to get a move on and realize our dumbass feelings (more or less)
Word count: 3k words
Of course Larissa had issues about pretending to date you. She didn’t like you; it was clear from how she treated you so professionally and never sought to know you before all this. If she didn’t outright dislike you, at least she didn’t care for your existence and wasn’t thrilled to spend her weekend with you by her side.
It all made sense. She could tolerate being physically close but dismissed kissing as soon as you suggested it, the best she could. You had drunk an entire bottle of wine the first time before getting close. With just a few fours of bourbon, she wasn’t nearly as welcoming to your advances. These were the thoughts plaguing your mind for hours after you left her office and hours after you woke up the next day. The day of your trip. She only indulged you when she was drunk, and what did that make of you? Taking advantage of her like that? If it weren’t so on the spot you would have sent her an e-mail pretending to be sick to get rid of going.
You spent the entire morning in your room and didn’t go out for lunch, not wanting to risk seeing her in the corridors or, even worse, in the staff’s kitchen. You could wait until three p.m. to eat.
You would leave at four, arrive before dinner and spend the night at the Addams’ Manor. You felt nauseous simply thinking about it. You would dine together, pretend to be a happy couple, and then go to your shared room and sleep in the same bed. All that against Larissa’s better wishes.
She chose Vlad because she was comfortable with him. On the other hand, you barely knew each, and she couldn’t mask her unwillingness even when it was only the two of you. The whole thing would probably go wrong before dessert.
At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with feeling this awful.
Before you knew it was only half an hour for you to part. You hadn’t eaten and rushed to take a shower and look presentable before going down to the entrance where she would be expecting you.
Larissa rented a 1960’s Phantom V and you thanked god for the small mercy of not having to travel four hours in the academy’s van.
When she saw you, you could feel her immediate hesitation like it was a material wall between you. Her posture was impeccable, her hair meticulously done and her make-up flawless; she looked like the picture of the perfect woman, including all the incommodiousness that brought.
“I can help with your bag.” She said calmly, taking the heavy thing you were carrying and easily putting it in the trunk. Everything seemed calculated; civility 101.
“Thank you.” You only managed to mumble before opening the passenger door and avoiding her altogether.
She didn’t try to chat, which you were grateful for. Starting the engine, she focused solely on driving and left you alone in your own world.
It was hell. You were hungry, tired, sad, and pretty much in love with Larissa Weems. While you looked outside the window, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest, the only thing you wanted was for her to hold you and kiss it better. When you were seconds away from asking her to pull over and call off the entire thing, she spoke.
“I cannot do this anymore.”
Oh, so you both wanted to stop.
“What can’t you do?” you asked, trying to facilitate it for her.
“I can’t force you to come with me when you’re so obviously distressed by it.” She stopped the car in a roadside grove and turned to look at you candidly. “If you want to go back, I’ll drive you. I can say I came alone again, it’s what I should have done in the first place.”
You were surprised and uncertain. She was denying her own feelings and making it sound like you were the one to not want this. She was being kind.
“I just wanted to help you…” you started, but she interrupted you.
“You see, I wanted that to be possible. But I cannot ask you as my employee to do something like that for me. It’s unprofessional, unethical and bordering on assault.” She was so agitated and had such a pained expression on her face that you felt almost guilty.
She left the car in a sudden move, leaning against the door after closing it. Probably can’t stand being near me, you thought, but she couldn’t run from the conversation, try as she might.
You left as well and walked around to her side, her face was covered by her hands, and she was taking deep breaths. She seemed so stressed, on the verge of crying or screaming. Maybe you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep thinking about the disaster of last night.
“I hoped you could do it as a friend.” She said behind her hands, her voice weak and muffled. She let them fall to look at you once again, her eyes were clear, the blue lighter than a morning sky, but she wasn’t crying. “But you clearly cannot,” she admitted as if it was true.
You didn’t know what to tell her at first, seeing her so distressed and, apparently, fully convinced that it was you the one rejecting her company.
“I would like to do it as your friend.” You whispered, walking closer to be in front of her.
A small line formed between her eyebrows as she shook her head looking puzzled.
“I would,” you continued, “I just didn’t think you saw me as one. I can barely believe I already consider you mine after so few meaningful talks.” The bittersweetness of the sentence left a bad taste in your mouth, but you yearned to say it again, in another context, another world, really.
She seemed deep in thought, surveying you with care before saying, “Do you mean any of that, truly? It won’t change anything in our professional relationship, I want you to understand that.”
“Why do you think I’m so scared of you treating me differently?” you snapped, more frustrated than angry, “I know you, Larissa. I know you’re professional and would never abuse your power or make me feel uncomfortable at my place of work! If anything, you are the only boss I’ve ever had whom I trust not to be like this.”
You were so sick and tired of her checking in on you, asking if it was truly all right. You said it from the beginning and didn’t understand why she was so hung up on it.
“You do?” her confusion only baffled you further.
“Of course, I do! Why would I agree to something crazy like this if I didn’t trust you?”
She nodded as if understanding your point. Honestly, it would be adorable if it weren’t so exasperating.
“Now can we resume our trip? I’m hungry and as soon as we arrive I can finally eat,” you confessed.
“I brought some sandwiches if you’d like,” Larissa said, and you could kiss her, “They’re in the back seat.”
“I’ve never loved you more, woman.” You said before quickly opening the door and getting the food from the container you didn’t notice before.
The principal seemed satisfied with that, less tense and actually smiling at you devouring the goods.
“If that’s your reaction to sandwiches I definitely cook for us when I need to soothe things over,” she mused and your chest hurt at the thought.
“That’s good for cute anecdotes if someone asks,” you smiled to mask the forlornness you felt, and eating the rest of your food suddenly turned into a difficult task.
When you were finished, you put away the container with the other sandwiches and plastered an actual smile on your face before looking back at her. You did feel better on a full stomach. Less tired and a lot less sad. She wanted to be friends and if that was all you got you were happy with it, at least she didn’t despise you.
“So, are we getting back on the road?” you chirped, and Larissa gave you an earnest smile.
“Only after you give me a hug to prove everything’s fine.”
You weren’t expecting it, but you would take whatever you got, so you went right to her arms. She held you tighter than anticipated, resting her chin atop your hair, and you felt tingly and content when you parted.
“Alright!” You went back to your side. “On we go, then.” You opened the door and slumped on your seat; it wouldn’t be so horrible as you thought.
The next three hours passed easily. Time flowed when you and Larissa started talking about work, the students, idle musings about Jericho and hot spots in Burlington that you never thought of going to. You learned each other’s taste in music, preferred weather, hobbies and general things a partner would know, but the funny thing was that you hadn’t planned to, it wasn’t for the sake of pretending; it was just conversation. You had to remind yourself time and time again that you weren’t on a road trip date or getting to know each other in any other capacity besides Larissa wanting to be friends with you.
Her interest in your PhD dissertation was exhilarating and she was very polite to not mention your ridiculous excitement and incessant babbling about it.
Overall, you didn’t see the pass of time, and suddenly you were entering the gardens of the Addams Family Mansion.
“How do you want to be when we leave the car?” you asked, looking at the imposing building and noting someone opening the door.
“What do you mean?” she was busy parking and adjusting whatever it was in the car buttons – not many on an old model like that one. You knew she was just trying to look busy.
“Do you want to hold hands? Maybe I can loop my arm in yours… hold your upper arm?”
“Oh…” for someone who had been so relaxed just a few moments before, she seemed a second away from restarting the engine and getting the fuck off.
You decided to be brave for a change, and clicking free of your seat belt, leaned over her to kiss her cheek. She was looking straight forward, so it was difficult to see her expression, but her shoulders did lose a bit. You put a hand over hers in the parking brake, gently squeezing until she took a long breath and nodded, appearing to have returned to the land of the living.
“Yes… I think the looped arm will do,” she said vacantly.
You left the car and a giant pale-grey man walked close to you – he was even taller than Larissa, around five or six inches so – and from behind him a dark sauntering figure emerged, Morticia Addams.
“Lurch, be a dear and take Larissa’s belongings to the second guest room,” she said in her smoky, forcedly charming voice. You didn’t want to be the bitter girlfriend, but you couldn’t help the pang of annoyance she instantly sparkled in you without doing so much as look at Larissa. “I didn’t know you were bringing someone,” it wasn’t a question, but her arched brow and higher tone at the end prompted a presentation.
“Pleasure to meet you,” you said with the world’s fakest smile on your lips, “I’m Y/n L/n, Wednesday’s chemistry professor and Larissa’s partner.” You reached a hand for her to take, and she only lightly touched your fingers out of forced politeness.
“I believe we met briefly at Nevermore,” she gave you a nauseatingly sweet smile while looking at you from top to bottom and back up.
You grabbed Larissa’s arm more from the need to have something to hold and ground yourself than to pretend at intimacy. You needed some sort of reassurance to keep you from jumping at the woman’s throat.
“Yes. Wednesday likes to pilfer some things from the lab every now and then,” you chuckle at the thought. You didn’t mind it as long as she wasn’t getting herself and others in danger, which sometimes was the case. She never took big quantities to be a real problem anyway. Larissa disagreed.
“I try to keep her under control, but you know how they are at this age,” she said, looking truly regretful, and you felt a bit of sympathy for her.
“Yes, I deal with about a hundred of them. I don’t mind it, don’t worry,” you smiled, and Larissa mumbled in, sounding peeved as you would expect.
“Doesn’t mean she can do it. One day she’ll create a hazard and it will be your responsibility, I won’t defend you to the board, do you hear me?” she was adorable when irritated; especially by silly things such as those.
You only scrunched your nose at her, trying to keep your smile at bay, before Morticia asked you to accompany her inside. Lurch had already vanished and the darkness was thickening at every passing moment.
You were shown to your room, where you both were to shower and prepare for dinner. Your things were on the bench at the end of the bed, both suitcases carefully piled not to fall.
“So,” Larissa walked into the room after Morticia closed the door, “What do you think?”
“Of what? Her? The mansion? Answers may vary severely.”
“Entertain me with your reasoning.” She arched a brow and sat on the bed, looking more relaxed than a few instants before and clearly amused.
“First, if we were together, I would have killed that woman already,” you began, and she laughed.
“Jealous, much?”
“You don’t understand! The way she looks at me and talks to you makes my skin tingle, not in the good way! Someone has to teach her good manners, you’re mine!” it slipped, it completely slipped, and you scrambled for something to say to fix it, “Supposedly, I mean!” you felt your cheeks already burning, “You know what I meant…” you descended, defeated. With any luck her mind didn’t even go there in the first place.
“And second, the mansion is creepy paradise. I love it. I mean who has on-suit bathrooms in their ‘second’ guest room? Are you kidding me?”
Larissa hummed, taking off her shoes and letting her hair loose, “Morticia did marry into a good life,” she mused.
She looked so beautiful like that, you couldn’t speak for a while. She was the picture of homely comfort, of domesticity. You felt so privileged to see her in anything other than her professional self. You had to acquire Vlad some AB Positive to thank him.
“Do you want to go first? I’d like to rest a bit before getting ready,” her voice was soft, and you were engulfed by the need to kiss her silly into the comfortable-looking bed she sat at. However, you only nodded stiffly and went to the bathroom, leaving her to lie down and decompress for a while, she would need it if Morticia planned a five-course dinner as she said.
The bathroom was almost half the size of your quarters at the academy, with a bathtub and separate shower space, double vanity and an enormous mirror with a black gothic frame. You were torn between feeling amazed and vexed at the blunt display of wealth, but the thrill of having it at your disposal overpowered all else.
After a long, hot shower, your muscles were singing praise to Morticia and all her descendants, blessing them for expensive supplies and relaxing steam.
Just before entering the bedroom, you remembered not taking any clothes with you. There were two tidily rolled robes between the sinks, so you wouldn’t leave completely bare, but the thought of wearing close to nothing in the same space as Larissa made your stomach turn. It would have to do.
You steeled yourself before opening the door, taking a deep breath and tightening the belt. When you entered the room, all the air you took escaped your lungs in a slow, fond realization: she fell asleep. Larissa had taken off her jacket and lay on her side across the bed, one hand close to her face and the other loose over her middle. She looked so peaceful. She must have been tired from driving; that and the bad sleep you probably caused her by making her think you wanted out of the plan. It was becoming more and more difficult not to kiss her, hug her, lie with her and smother her with love and care. You thought it was all just a passing fancy for your boss, but every second that passed made you question if that was all it really was.
Cleaning your throat, you busied yourself with opening your suitcase. “I’m done, Larissa… if you want to go now, you can” you tried to sound less strangled and only half-succeeded.
Her adorable “Hm?” right before fully waking made your heart clench.
“Right, yes, thank you.” She said absentmindedly before getting a change of clothes, like any normal person, and going to the bathroom.
While you were readying yourself, a knock came at the door. Larissa was still in the shower, so you prepared to ask whomever it was to wait.
“Mrs Addams. Hello,” it was Morticia, of course.
“I just wanted to pass and see if you’re comfortable. Is Larissa inside?” she tried to look over your shoulder into the room.
“She’s having a shower,” you felt suddenly protective and half closed the door so the only thing she could see was you.
She arched an eyebrow at your comment. “So you aren’t…” she smiled, looking off into the distance for a while as if her musings were much more interesting than finishing her sentence or you understanding what she meant.
“We aren’t what?” you snapped, not meaning to sound so annoyed.
She shifted her gaze at you instantly, looking surprised with your intromission. “Aren’t intimate enough to have it together.” She only smiled at that, smugly, and turned to go. “Oh, and dinner will be ready in half an hour, so tell her, you know, through the other side of the door, to hurry.” And then she was off.
Chapter Five
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Hidden Lies (1)
Pairing: Unknown x Reader
Warning: Violence, Crime, Almost Assault
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: This is a remake of Poisonous Lies. Some parts may be familiar, and that would be why. I hope you enjoy!! Let me know who you think she'll connect more with!
This morning you woke up, listening to the sounds of birds chirping, the sun shining through your window, and feeling like it was going to be a great day.
“YN.” Your mom yells. It was too early and you were trying to wake up peacefully. “Y/N!” She calls out again, but this time it's more of a screech.
You groan loudly, folding your pillow over your ears, wanting to enjoy a little bit of time without her yelling at you. The sound of her shrieking voice was coming closer every second, until it was practically right in your ear.
Your eyes are still closed as you feel your blanket being ripped off your body, your mom cursing at you.
“Wake the fuck up!” She yells. “Don't you hear me yelling for you? I have shit to do, I cannot keep waking you up in the mornings! damn, you're going to make us both late”
You were 22 years old and you still live with your mother. This life you had was sad, although it was your fault. This technically was your choice. You had decided to drop out of school and go home to help your mom out after your dad was sentenced to 10 years in prison for a lengthy list of crimes, although well it wasn't his fault, it also was at the same time.
Your father had lost his job, and instead of telling your mother and them trying to figure it out, he went and got a loan from some people involved in crime that he most definitely should have not gone to. He didn't think about the fact that he would have had to pay that money back, plus interest. And when the time came for them to collect he didn't have it. So he was recruited for odd jobs until he had paid everything back, he didn't get very far though. His last job ended up being a sting operation and he was charged with trafficking drugs, intent to sell, attempted kidnapping, attempted human trafficking and a few other things. He wouldn't tell them why he did it, he didn't want things to get any worse, even though you weren't sure if they could or not. It wasn't his finest moment, he was trying to help his family even if it was the worst way possible. He was a good man and a good dad. Your father was a man who would do anything for his family, especially to protect them, and that’s exactly why he did what he did and now he was suffering the consequences of his own actions.
“I swear to god, YN.” Your mom yells as she grabs your arm, trying to pull you out of bed. “If you don't get your ass up in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to lose my mind! Your train leaves in 45 minutes and if you dont get ready and leave in 10 minutes then you're not going to be able to see your dad.” She sighs. “It’s his birthday, remember.”
Shit. You quickly bolt up in bed, scrambling to get out of your bed. You were rushing around your room grabbing whatever looked the cleanest on your floor before heading to your bathroom, slamming the door in the process.
Your mom sighs loudly before she leaves your room so you can rush around and get ready. You knew it was hard for her, not having your dad around, and you were sometimes difficult but you were trying. You felt guilty, especially since she wasn't able to go on the visit today, her shitty boss wouldn't let her have the time off. It had only been a year since he’d been locked up and you, mom and your brother had faced some very hard times. The three of you have been barely surviving paying the bills, mortgage, car, gas, groceries as well as trying to pay back your dad's loan in cash, rather than jobs similar to what your dad did.
Your mom was working 2 jobs, you and your brother both working full time, and all your money went towards everything needing to be paid, rarely leaving you much of anything left over but the three of you made it work, you always figured it out. You would do whatever you needed to do.
You're running down the stairs, trying to put your hair into a semi decent bun and forfeiting any makeup.
“You ready?” Your mom asks, car keys in her hand.
“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.” you breathe. You run into the kitchen, snatching your purse from the counter before you head back to the front door that's left wide open. You roll your eyes heading out the door, closing it behind you before sliding into the passenger seat of the car the three of you shared.
Your mom doesn't say a word to you on the ride to the train station. You hold your train ticket in your hand as she pulls in front of the station. “Please tell him happy birthday from me and that I love him.” she whispers as you're getting out of the car.
You give her a half smile. “I will mom.” You say, getting out of the car and closing the door. It doesn't take you long to navigate your way through the station, you’ve been making this trip a few times a month. You tried to see him as much as you could but between work, work and work, you never had a ton of time. You picked a seat on the train, setting your bag down in the seat beside you. You just made it on time, seconds later you were on your way and you couldn't wait to see your dad.
You stood in line, waiting to have your bag checked and to go through the x-ray machine. When that was all clear you headed to the front desk, showing your ID and filling out paperwork before you could even go into the room and wait for him. You sit down, your stomach is twisting with nerves. You weren't sure why, this was like any other visit you had been on.
“LN, YN.” You hear. “You can head in now.” the guard finishes, pointing towards a visitation room. The door buzzes open and you see your dad immediately, sitting in the back, in the middle of the room. His fingers were locked together with his head down. It felt like it had been forever since you had last seen him. “Dad.” you sniffle and his head shoots up, a smile spreads across his face so quickly as he stands up from his chair. You walk towards him, his arms are wide open, waiting to embrace you. You crash into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he does you, holding you tightly. You missed his hugs, and the safeness you felt from him. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt safe.
You both let go, tears brimming in your eyes as you both sit down across from each other.
“Happy birthday dad.” you smile. He reaches out to grab your hand, whispering a small thank you while his head hangs low. “Mom also wishes you a happy birthday, and she says that she loves you.” You tell him, but you knew he already knew that.
“I know,” he smiles. “I'm assuming that she had to work today?” he asks.
You nod your head.
“She tried to get the time off but you know Dave, he’s a dick and wouldn't even let her have the morning off.” you tell him.
But again, you knew he already knew that. Dave and your dad had been friends for years, but after your dad was sentenced the man acted as if he never knew him and was never friends with him. Your eyes wander around the room, as if anything would be different since the last time you were here. Your dad begins telling you a story, something funny that had happened the other day. You were listening, but you couldn't help but let your eyes wander.
You looked out into the common room, as you were scanning the room, your eyes landed on someone. A man, a very handsome dark haired, angry looking man staring directly at you. You tried to look away from him, but it's like you were locked in with him. He was so captivating you honestly didn't even want to look away, but you do, not before he smiles at you slightly, giving you a small wink.
You’re brought out of your trance by your dad clearing his throat before continuing on with his story. You catch the end of it, laughing along with him even though you didn't really hear the rest of it. “Tell me about everything. What’s going on with you? How is your brother?” he asks. Before you can answer the lights of the prison flicker, the alarm blares as the red siren lights up the room on beat with the alarms.
“What’s happening?” you yell over the loud sounds. You were feeling a little panicked but before your dad could say anything you both hear yelling. You looked at the commotion in the common room, which was only separated from the visiting room by one large metal door. You glanced around, seeing the other visitors watching what was happening but no one was reacting to anything.
“I'm sure the guards will get it sorted, fights break out all the time. No need to worry.” Your dad tells you, trying to reassure you.
You couldn't help but worry. You watched as more and more fights were beginning to break out between prisoners, prisoners and guards. You watched in horror, as the prisoners seemingly took the guards down more easily then they should have been able too. Your eyes were darting to every window that you could see and watched guard after guard collapse, inmates grabbing the guns or batons, a cluster of inmates slamming guards into the windows, shaking what is supposed to be bullet proof glass.
Seconds later a fight in the visiting room breaks out after an inmate bashes a guard's head against the table. You're panicking now, other visitors are screaming, leaving their tables trying to escape, some pounding on the door, begging the guards to let them out.
The inmates from the common room begin trying to shoot the windows, or trying to pry open the doors into the visiting room.
The doors were buzzed open letting the guards from the front now rush in from one side to try and calm the situation but instead they let the inmates rush through the other doors into the room where you and your dad were. He had taken you to the corner of the room, standing in front of you to protect you. You peek out from behind him, the two of you watching in horror as blood and tears are spilled, the cries and pleas from visitors are yelled out as the inmates attack anyone in their way, including those who were just trying to visit their loved ones.
Your heart is pounding so loud, you can hear it in your ears. You feel weak, light headed. Your adrenaline hasn't kicked in yet. Your stomach is churning at all of the blood. Your father grabs your hand pulling you with him through another open door, and hopefully to safety. As soon as the two of you make it into another room, you're confronted by three large men.
“Look.” Your dad begins. “We don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to keep my daughter safe.”
The man in front smiles, but even his smile is terrifying.
“What a good dad you are. But don't worry.” He says. “We'll take her from here. I'll personally keep her safe.” He finishes, licking his lips.
“No thank you.” your dad says. “We're just going to go.” You grip onto your dads orange jumpsuit.
“Dad.” You whisper. He can hear the fear in your voice.
He runs forward, punching the man, pushing him into the two men behind him. “Run YN! Run!” He screams as the men grab him, taking him elsewhere. You try to run for the door but you're grabbed, pulled back and pushed against the wall. The man who had been talking to your father stood inches from your face. You could see the evil in his eyes as he eyed you up. You can feel his breath on your neck as he moves closer towards you.
You look both ways, trying to find your way to escape. There's only one other door besides the one you came through and you're pretty sure it's locked. Fear jolts through your body as you try and think of anything you could possibly say or do to get yourself out of this situation but you know that there is nothing you can do, except try and fight.
“Get away from me!” you yell, putting your hands on his chest and pushing as hard as you can.
"Don't fucking do that.” He snaps, shoving you against the wall. He raises his hand as he gets closer to you, his finger tracing your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks and you let out a scream, as loud as you could. You switched between yelling "help me." And screaming, hoping someone would come for you.
The man slaps his hand over your mouth, angrily. "Why would you do that, don't you like me?" He asks. "It's been a long fucking time since we've been this close to a woman." He chuckles. You can feel his body pressing against you. You try to focus on anything else, but all you can hear is the sound of him breathing and the screams and cries of the ones caught in the riot.
Just as you were about to give up, you feel a release. You can no longer feel his body pressing against you, you can hear yelling much closer. You open your eyes and see a dark haired man, and a familiar other dark haired man pulling the men away from you. Within seconds the man who wanted to attack you was down on the floor, and the two men who saved you grabbed your hands, pulling you out of the room and away from the chaos.
Where was your dad? Was he okay?
The three of you ran down a hallway, the alarms are still blaring, you can just barely hear police sirens from outside.
The two men had no idea where to go, everywhere you looked there was violence, inmates with weapons and minimal guards that were alive.
"Hey!" You hear from down the hall. You all turn around and see the man that had you pinned against the wall. Anger suddenly fuels you, wondering where your dad was.
“What did you do to my dad!?” You scream. The man stops walking, a grin spreads across his face. “Don't worry, he's just fine. Now you two.” He says, pointing to the two men who were still holding onto you. “You don't get to take what's not yours.” He frowns. “I want her back.” He yells down the hall. The two men who had taken your father appear behind him.
“Fuck.” One says. they turn around, pulling you in a different direction. You were turning corner after corner until one of them found an unlocked door. He opens it, quickly pulling you inside before slamming it shut. Your body is shaking, you can't help but sob. You never in a million years expected today to turn out how it has.
Both the men quickly jump into action, grabbing whatever heavy pieces of furniture they can find to shove against the door. You watch them, still feeling just pure shock.
"I'm sorry." You whisper. You weren't even entirely sure what you were sorry about but it felt appropriate in the moment.
They both stop covering the door, staring at you. “Sorry for what?” One asks.
“I.. I'm not sure. But you're in this mess now because of me.” You sigh.
“We're in this because we didn't want to see an innocent woman get taken advantage of by some fucked up men. You didn't start it.” He says.
“What's your name?” The other asks.
"Y/N." You sniffle.
“I’m Wooyoung, and this is San.”
“Nice to meet you both. And thank you. I truly don't know what would have happened if you guys didn't save me.”
“It's nothing.” San says, giving you a half smile. He could not stop staring at you, just like when you were in the visiting room with your dad and he had caught your eye.
Before you could say anything back, the knob to the door started to shake. There's pounding at the door, and that's when you hear it.
“Y/N.” your dad calls. “Y/N please let me in. They're coming.” He cries. “Please.”
You run to the door, trying your best to move everything they had put against the door.
“Y/N stop.” Wooyoung yells, trying to pull you away.
“Please!” You cry. “Please help me. That's my dad, we need to let him in.”
San and Wooyoung loom at each other. They both know this is a bad idea but knew that there would be no chance of you letting up.
“Whatever happens?” San says. Wooyoung nods his head.
“Whatever happens.”
The two men help you pull the large filing cabinet, desk and other heavy things away from the door. You unlock the deadbolt, ripping the door open, the smile on your face falling immediately.
“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry.” He cries. He's pushed inside the room by the three men from before. He trips, falling to the floor with a thud. You wanted to go to him but the man has a gun now and it's pointed directly at you.
“You two aren't very good at hiding.” He chuckles.
“Eric, you don't have to do this.” Wooyoung says, his hands up as he inches towards you.
“Fuck you, Woo. You'd be the fucking same if you were locked in the hole for months at a time.” Eric snaps. “And now I have a chance for something real and you two are trying to ruin it for me.”
“I'm telling you not to fucking do this.” San snaps. He can see Eric eyeing you up, your dad laying on the floor, one of Eric's men's feet pinning him down.
“You think I'm gonna listen to you?” Eric laughs. “Just enjoy the show.” He says, grabbing onto Your wrists. Wooyoung and San try to lurch forward but they're stopped by the other two, flashing their knives. Eric pushes you against the wall, pulling you back towards him. He pulls you to the ground, climbing on top of you, straddling you. The gun is still shoved in your face. You say nothing, tears just stream down your face. Your eyes dart in-between San and Wooyoung as you silently plead for one of them to do something. To help you.
Eric rips open your shirt, exposing your bra. You look away, seeing Wooyoung and San nod towards each other. They both lunge for the men, knocking them down. Your dad scrambles to his feet taking over for San, as he runs for Eric, who was too in his own world with you to hear anything else. San tackles him, causing Eric to let go of the gun, it slides across the floor. Eric scrambles beneath San as he delivers hit after hit.
“Everybody get on the fucking ground.” You hear. Smoke bombs thrown into the room. Guards in full tactical gear flood inside, guns at the ready. San gets off of Eric, all of them men laying on the floor. “Hands on your head.” They yell.
You do as you're told. “We have a hostage located.” They go to you first, helping you up. You're coughing loudly as they guide you out of the room, into another one to be treated. They'd finally gotten everything settled down and started getting inmates back into their cells, or medical treatment.
“You took a fucking hostage, the warden is deciding your punishment.” A guard snaps at Wooyoung and San as they escort them past the room you're in. You push the nurse away, running out of the room.
“Wait!” You yell. “They didn't take me hostage. They saved me from him.” You say, pointing to Eric. “He tried to.. he tried to...” You cry. “They protected me from him and I'll forever be grateful.” you finish. You walk over to the two handcuffed men, wrapping your arms around both of them, until they're both escorted off. Both of them looking over their shoulders, giving you a smile and a wink.
Once you were checked out by the nurse and cleared to go, you were led out to the front where your mom was waiting for you. You sobbed into her shoulder as she hugged you tightly, apologizing to you profusely. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out to the car. you look back at the prison as she drives away, silently thanking Wooyoung and San for saving you. You'd have to find some way to properly thank them sometime.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Your mom asks.
“Dad and I were talking when fights broke out. Inmates were attacking guards and other inmates.” You sigh. “They opened the doors to the visitation room to let guards in but inmates rushed in.. one gut I guess had his sights set on me.”
“Dad protected you right?” Your mom asks.
“He tried. But there were 3 of them and one of him.. they took him away. And I was alone.” You look over at your mom, she has tears in her eyes as she listens to you. “But then two men rushed in and grabbed me, helped me escape. Took me to a room and barricaded the door.”
“They didn't hurt you did they?” She whispers.
“No mom, they didn't. Dad started banging on the door.. they helped me move everything and open the door but the bad guy was there with him, they pushed him in.. the guy tried to.. r..” you pause. Your mom looks horrified. “He didn't. Wooyoung and San tackled him and then the guards came in.”
“That was extremely lucky that they were there for you.” She sighs. “I'm so sorry baby.”
“It's not your fault mom. You didn't know that was going to happen.” You say. “No one could have predicted that would happen.”
The rest of the way you drive home in silence. You really want to just go to bed. Luckily you didn't have to work today so you could do just that. As you walked in the house, your brother Jaehyun rushed to you, hugging you tightly. “I'm so glad you're okay.” He says, squeezes you even harder.
“I won't be if you squeeze me anymore, you're gonna suffocate me.” You half chuckle, half panic. He lets you go, patting your back before heading back to the living room.
“Do you want some lunch?” Your mom asks. You raise an eyebrow. You had assumed she would have had to go back to work.
“Don't you have to go back to work?” You ask. She looks at the ground.
“Uh, well.. Dave said if I left to go to you, I wouldn't have a job. It's not worth it if he won't let me go to my child who was in the middle of a prison riot. Don't worry, I'll find something else.” She smiles.
Fuck Dave. You went up to your room, crawled in your bed and quickly fell asleep. The day was exhausting and you were still shook a week later. It was the week after the riot, and you had been answering everyone's questions about what happened, what it was like the guys who saved you. It was the talk of the town still but you were tired of talking about it. You were ready to forget about it now, which is why you agreed so fast when your friend Hwasa asked you to go out that night. There was a newish club that was apparently very exclusive and the two of you wanted in. You got ready in a hurry, doing your makeup and your hair the best you could. You slipped on your favorite club dress as well as shoes and headed for the front door.
“I'm going out, bye!” You yell, slamming the door behind you. You run down the driveway heading to Hwasa's car.
The drive to the club is long. When you finally see it, you're mesmerized. It's bigger than you imagined, the bright sign outside reads Ateez. You were so excited. The line was extremely long, and as you walked up to the bouncer he shooed you to the back of the line. It seemed like you were never going to get in.
After about twenty minutes, you noticed a man staring at you that was walking the line, he walked past you, before backing up to look at you again.
“L/N Y/N?” He asks, eyeing you up and down.
“Yes?” You respond, staring at the handsome man.
“Come with me.” He says, motioning for you and Hwasa to follow him. You and Hwasa look at each other, she shrugs her shoulders, following the man and dragging you along behind. He stops at the bouncer, pointing to you. “L/N Y/N. Add her to the list. VIP.” He finishes, bringing you both inside. What the hell did you do to get this sort of treatment?
The two of you walk behind the man, following him really without any questions. You pass what looks like the main bar, the dance floor and head up some stairs. The rope is removed from the hook, letting the three of you into the VIP area.
“You can stay here if you'd like. Your drinks are all on the house, whatever you'd like. If you need anything, my name is Mingi, don't hesitate to ask.” He says.
“Um, I do have a question.” You say, slightly raising your hand. “How? Um, why? And um what?” You say.
Mingi chuckles. “You helped my brothers out, by not adding time to their sentences. They both could have gotten a lot more time after that riot. But they didn't, because of you. So from now on, if you are in trouble or need anything, you have 8 men who will happily help you out.” He says. “Well 6 for now, until San and Woo get out.”
“All I did was tell the truth.” You say.
“There's a lot of women out there who would have lied, knowing who those two are.” He says.
“Also, You're related to them?” You ask, ignoring what he said before. You were too busy trying to stop your mouth from hanging down.
“Well.. in a sense.” He laughs. “Enjoy your night.” He finishes before leaving the room.
“What the hell!” Hwasa shouts, heading over to your private bar. She orders multiple drinks and shots for each of you to be brought to your table. As you two sit there, listening to the music the DJ is playing, drinking and just having a good time you see five men walk into the room. They stop, staring at you. As they walk over they introduce themselves.
“Y/N.” One smiles. “I'm Seonghwa, this is Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho and Hongjoong.” He says pointing to each extremely handsome man.
“Nice to meet you.” You smile back, waving at them all while hiccuping in the process.
“Thank you for what you did for Woo and San.” Seonghwa says.
“Like I said to Mingi, I was just telling the truth. I didn't want them to get into trouble for saving me.” You explain.
“If you need anything, and I mean anything, don't hesitate to call.” He says, sliding you a piece of paper. Written down are 8 phone numbers for you. This was honestly fucking surreal. Who knew this could happen for simply telling the truth?
The men walk away and Hwasa stares at you in disbelief. “I almost wish it was me that day.” She laughs. “Let's go dance!” She says, trying to pull you up.
“Let me just tidy these glasses.” You slur, stacking all the cups and shot glasses to bring back to the bartender. He laughs as you place them on the bar, and thanks you through his chuckles.
You let Hwasa drag you down the stairs to the dance floor, immediately sliding her hands all over your body as you dance closely. The two of you always preferred to dance together, but sometimes if you were into it you'd dance with men. This time you were too into dancing with Hwasa, you didn't want any men to disturb you. You turned around, grinding your ass into her as you looked around the club. You glanced up at the balcony and saw six men leaning on the railing, all their eyes staring directly at you. Why did you feel like your life was going to get a lot more interesting?
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