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lionlena · 2 months

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Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 11

Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart… She runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from this asshole.

Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58), strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v, dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, sexual harassment, women abuse, violence, injury, sickness, misunderstanding, breakdown

I'm sorry you had to wait for this new chapter for so long. I hope I will write 11 much faster ;) Sorry, I tried 🥺

Part 11

You woke up and felt the cold take over your body. You wrinkled your nose. You were sure Joel had stoked the furnace before you went to bed, but you were too sleepy to worry about that now. You wanted to spend a few more minutes to sleep, so you snuggled into Joel's warm body, hugging his back. You heard him purr softly in contentment. Then you pressed your icy nose into the back of his neck and heard a hiss.

"Brat…" he croaked sleepily and you giggled.

"It's cold," you replied innocently.

You were about to ask him if he had actually put more wood into the furnace when your son ran into your bedroom happily shouting:

"Snow! Snow! There's snow everywhere! Lots of…"

Then you understood everything, it snowed overnight, and winter in Jackson had begun in earnest. You sighed with dissatisfaction and closed your eyes, burying your face in Joel's warm back. For your son, snow meant fun, and for you, it meant more work. You knew you'd have to go to the stables earlier to make sure there wasn't too much snow on the roof and that the horses were well secured.

Teddy jumped on your bed and started laughing happily. Joel pulled him to his chest and ruffled his hair.

"You say it's snowing, bear cub… Will you turn into a polar bear now?"

The little boy squealed happily.

"Yes… Shall we build a snowman, Daddy?"

Even though you weren't happy with the snow and cold, you couldn't help but smile widely. Joel and Teddy's interaction was always so sweet and adorable. And you knew Joel's chest would swell every time he heard the word "daddy."

"Sure! We'll build ten snowmen! But first… We'll eat breakfast and put you into something warm clothes."

Teddy was so happy he didn't even protest.

"I'll wake up Ellie and tell her it's snowing!"

Before you could react, the boy had already run to his adoptive, older sister. Joel chuckled to himself. He was sure that the teenage girl wouldn't be happy with this wake-up call, but at the same time, she would succumb to Teddy's charm and agree to build a snowman with him.

You sighed and hugged Joel even tighter, sliding your hands under his shirt. You felt his body react to your touches and heard his muffled growl. He grabbed your hands gently and moaned:

"Don't tease… Please…"

You felt remorse. You knew that sometimes your touch was unbearable for him. It wasn't that he didn't like the closeness. You just didn't realize sometimes how arousing your innocent caresses were. And at the same time, they were torture because they never led to anything more.

You removed your hands and sighed softly.

"Sorry."

Joel immediately turned to you. He pulled you to his chest and kissed your forehead. You could feel his bulge in his pants and it made you feel even worse.

"I'm sorry…" You said again, almost crying this time.

Joel immediately started caressing your face.

"Hey, hey… We talked about it. Don't apologize. I'm a big boy and… I can handle it."

You sighed and nodded. You didn't want to know the details of how Joel dealt with it. Although you had some idea.

"It's just that sometimes… I wish it were different…" you said with obvious disappointment in your voice.

Joel looked at you gently and kissed your nose.

"But it is what it is, and I love you no matter what."

His words filled you with warmth and you couldn't help but smile a little. You wanted that moment to last forever. The two of you in a warm bed, in your own little bubble of comfort.

"Joel! Your son is hungry and it is your responsibility to feed him and me!"

You both laughed as you heard Ellie scream from the hall. Joel rolled his eyes and you sighed. The peace is over. You groaned and got out of the warm blanket.

"I have to go to the stables early."

Joel nodded and handed you your warm sweater while he started putting on his jeans.

"I'll take care of everything. I don't start patrol until the evening."

You felt a slight twinge in your heart. You didn't like it when Joel had evening patrols. This meant he would come back late at night and you would have to fall asleep without his warmth. This day couldn't get any worse… . After three hours of work at the stables, you decided to go home for lunch and check how your boys were doing. But the closer you got to home, the faster your heart started beating and your brain began to go crazy. Joel stood and watched Teddy play with Rose, and next to him stood Emily, Tess's doppelgänger. You felt how your body instantly heated up and felt dizzy. And Joel seemed so… Happy?

The closer you got, the slower you walked, as if your feet were sinking into the ground. Your son saw you first. He smiled widely and waved at you.

"Hello, Mommy!"

Joel and Emily immediately turned around and you forced a smile and waved back to your little boy. Your baby boy didn't deserve your sour face. However, you couldn't be so relaxed when you stood in front of THIS woman. You murmured a greeting and really tried your hardest not to explode. It was so baseless, but… Emily was taller than you, more graceful, and… That damn face of young Tess.

"Are you having fun?"

Joel raised his eyebrows as if he didn't fully understand your question, so you added:

"With kids…"

Emily didn't seem to sense your baseless hatred because she smiled broadly and said,

"Oh yes, the kids are so happy and Joel builds great snowmen."

You wanted to imitate her: Oh, Joel builds great snowmen… But you bit your tongue.

"He was a builder after all."

God, You felt like the situation was getting more and more awkward by the second. You couldn't have given a better answer. Joel decided to save you because he chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around you.

"Finally, my skills from my previous life are useful for something."

You felt a little better when Joel showed you affection in front of 'Tess', but her next words ruined everything.

"Do you work in the stable?"

"Huh?"

"You have straw on your clothes."

You felt your blood boil. You wanted to strangle her. Maybe her words weren't meant to be malicious.

"Yes…" You muttered, then quickly added. "I just came for a short break. I'll eat something and go back to the horses. Have fun."

You walked away from them and had a hard time keeping yourself from slamming the door.

"You have straw on your clothes…" You said mockingly as you entered the kitchen.

Who was she to tell you that? At least your dirty clothes were proof that you worked, and what was she doing besides praising Joel's snowman-building skills?

"Ugh!"

You threw your jacket on the chair and opened the fridge, even though you had actually lost your appetite. You were about to stand in front of the living room window to watch Joel and Emily when he came back. He immediately gave you a worried look. He took off his jacket, hung it on the door, and walked over to you.

"It's okay, you seem kind of… Annoyed."

You nodded quickly and tried to swallow the bitterness you felt in your throat.

"Where's Teddy?"

"He went with Rose for a while… I'll pick him up in half an hour."

You couldn't help but groan in frustration, and with Joel's questioning look you replied:

"I don't like her. I mean, Emily… Not, Rose."

Joel seemed surprised by your answer.

"Why?"

"She said my clothes were dirty."

He couldn't help but giggle softly, but seeing your glare, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Babe, I think you misunderstood her. Emily is new here and she's curious. She noticed the straw, so… She wanted to confirm her suspicions."

You huffed, still feeling frustrated. Joel began to rock your hips, something he had learned to do when you were pouting. And you had to admit it always worked. Then he kissed your forehead and said in a calm, tender voice:

"I think you're tired. What if we do this? After I pick up Teddy, I'll go with him to the stables and help you with your work…"

You leaned against his strong chest and inhaled his scent. His offer was so tempting. Not to mention you'd be keeping an eye on him then.

"But you have your own duties… And patrol…"

Joel smiled to himself. He knew he already had you.

"It's okay. I can handle everything."

Of course, you felt a little guilty, but the feeling of happiness and contentment prevailed. . But nothing changed the fact that you felt uneasy every time you saw Emily close to Joel. It was like an icy spike was sticking into your stomach. You were afraid. Sometimes you tried to think logically. Joel loved you and did a lot to be with you again. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't break your heart again. But sometimes your obsession won.

And it wasn't like you didn't have the basics. Teddy really liked Rose, so your neighbor had plenty of opportunities to smile at Joel. In addition, Emily and Joel became patrol partners. When you found out about it, you thought you were going crazy, and you even tried to convince Joel that it shouldn't be like this.

"I can go on patrols with you," you said one night as you were going to bed.

"What?" Joel gasped.

"I thought I could go on patrols with you… I've had less work with horses lately and…"

"NO!" Joel interrupted you harshly, and upon seeing your hurt expression, he immediately grabbed your hands. "Honey… What about Teddy? If we're both on patrol, he'll must be under someone's care… Besides… If something happened to you…"

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

"Something can happen to anyone. Emily also has a small child and she goes on patrol."

Joel sighed heavily.

"But Rose, she's not my baby… And although I wouldn't want Rose to lose her mother, my worry for Emily is incomparable to what I would feel if I had you next to me."

You felt like you had already lost. You were obsessed with 'Tess' and he had valid arguments, but you kept going anyway.

"It wouldn't be so bad… I can handle it… I've been coping on my own for so many years."

Joel looked at you with a small smile. He brushed the hair away from your forehead.

"Honey, don't be offended, but last week you were screaming because you found a dead rat in the basement."

You pouted and looked offended. It wasn't fair.

"It surprised me!"

Joel couldn't help but chuckle.

"A dead rat? How could it surprise you if it wasn't moving? Did it speak to you from the afterlife?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and stuck your tongue out at him.

"And yet it surprised me."

Joel shook his head, placed his hands on your hips, and started rocking them. God! You hated him for it. On top of that, his voice became so soft that it wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

"Will you tell me what's really going on? Because I can't believe you suddenly want to freeze your ass off on patrol."

He hit the spot. But you couldn't tell him the truth, certainly not the whole truth.

"I… I just wish I could spend more time with you."

Joel cooed and pulled you to his chest. Then he kissed your head.

"Hey, you know, I'll talk to Tommy. In the spring, I can help build and repair houses. Then I'd be closer and I'd always be home before sunset. What do you think?"

You couldn't deny that you felt a surge of peace. His words and gestures made your anxiety melt away for a moment. You smiled and nodded.

"Sounds good."

Joel hugged you even tighter as if to assure you of his love.

"Then hold on for two more months." . Hold on… Don't go crazy. It was easier said than done. You didn't know if you were oversensitive or if Joel and Emily had really gotten closer… Standing by the window in the living room suddenly became your new passion. Whenever Joel went out on patrol, or simply left the house, you immediately stood by the window and watched to see if he had met Emily. You watched closely how they greeted each other. How far apart were they? What Emily looked like. Is she more, or less like Tess, today?

It became your obsession. You didn't even try to get to know Emily better. You immediately attributed all of Tess's traits to her: conceited, mean, resentful of you, and possessive of Joel. You felt like you moved to Boston.

"Y/N."

You jumped when you heard Ellie's voice. You almost forgot that the teenage girl was still at home.

"Hmm?"

"You're standing at the window again… It's about Emily."

You sighed heavily and nodded. Then you looked at the couch where the teenager's sweatshirt lay, the sweatshirt you were supposed to fix. You gave Ellie an apologetic look.

"I know what you're going to say, that I'm obsessed… And I guess you're right. I'm about to take care of the hole in your sweatshirt."

Ellie bit her lip and looked at you with a look you knew well. Something was bothering her.

"It's not about the sweatshirt, is it?"

The girl shook her head.

"The thing is… I don't want to say something that might ruin everything ."

You walked closer to her and looked at her carefully.

"Ellie, you better tell me. If you think something is wrong, then… It's better to face the truth because it can only get worse."

The teen nodded and you were honestly expecting some sort of teenage problem, but her next words shook you.

"I thought you were obsessed with this Emily because she looks like Tess… But yesterday… Yesterday I saw Joel and her walk into the bar and I heard her say, 'I can't believe I agreed to this date, it's crazy'…" Seeing the look on your face, she quickly added. "But maybe… I guess it's nothing, you know… Y/N… I don't want you to fight with Joel, but… I thought I should tell you…"

You took a deep breath and nodded. You didn't want to fall apart right in front of her. You didn't want her to feel worse. You understood her. She was like a child who wanted to remain loyal to each of her parents, but at the same time had to choose a side.

"It's good that you told me… I'll talk to Joel… Take it easy. I'll find out what it was about…"

Ellie didn't seem entirely convinced, but she nodded and you smiled softly at her.

"Don't worry…"

"Can I do something?" she asked.

"If you could pick up Teddy from the common room and leave him with Claudia before going to Dina…"

Ellie nodded and you breathed a sigh of relief. You didn't want any of the children to witness your confrontation with Joel. . When you were left alone, you began to pace anxiously around the house. You knew there were about two hours, until Joel returned and that in those two hours you would go crazy with all your thoughts.

First, you tried to control yourself and rationalize everything. You had a plan that when Joel showed up, you would just ask him about the situation and that would be it. But with each passing minute, your anxiety began to deepen and all sorts of thoughts filled your head.

You even got to the point where you started blaming yourself. It was finally clear what Joel was missing. It wasn't a secret.

And the truth was, part of you wanted to have sex with Joel. You wanted to get him into bed. Explore his body, feel him inside you, but… You were afraid that sex would awaken the old animal in him. Sometimes You looked at him from the side. You saw how gentle he was with Teddy and Ellie. You felt how gentle he was with you. But what if it all disappeared the moment he saw you naked and defenseless? When he feels he has power again. What if he decides you're not good enough and abandons you in the morning like he used to? You knew it was impossible. He wouldn't do it for his son's sake. And yet these thoughts haunted you. It was easier with Steve. He was a blank page, and the first time you had sex with him, he gave you full power. He knelt in front of you and begged for permission to touch you. Steve just liked it, being obedient. He didn't even cum without your consent. You didn't know if it was just his fetish and he was like that with all women. Or was he just doing it for you? But it worked. Steve was the only man after Joel you had sex with. Of course, you tried dating others a few times, but it ended the moment they touched you. It just seemed like Steve was the exception.

And now you had Joel again, and Joel was a man and he had needs. Your mind started going crazy. Maybe he didn't even like Emily, but she was willing to give him what you couldn't? Maybe he made some sort of deal with her… Something like: friends with benefits. You even started to have absurd thoughts that maybe you should let Joel do this. Before you knew it, you were so absorbed in your own misery that you were curled up on your bed, crying. Suddenly you felt the bed sag under the weight and someone's large, warm hand landed on your side.

"Y/N… Baby, what's wrong?"

Joel's voice was clearly concerned, close to panic. You turned around abruptly and simply blurted out:

"It's about sex?! Right?! You don't feel anything for her, but you can fuck her!"

Your voice cracked and Joel looked like someone had thrown him into ice water. He wanted to shout: 'What the hell?!' But he knew better that he must stay completely calm. He had no idea what had happened to you, but you were clearly in a bad emotional state and having a breakdown. He took a deep breath and replied:

"Baby, I have no idea who you're talking about. Who would I be having sex with?"

"With Emily!" You growled.

Joel moved away from you as if you had hit him. Of course, you were in such a state that you considered his reaction as confirmation of your theory.

"So I'm right!"

Joel couldn't stand it anymore and his scream was like thunder.

"NO!"

You started to tremble and he felt remorse, but at least he had a moment to speak to you.

"No, honey…" His voice was calm again. "You're absolutely wrong. I don't know what happened or what made you think that, but I only love you."

Joel tried to pull you into a hug, but you pulled away from him and sobbed.

"So what… that you love me… But… But you can't have sex with me, so you found someone else to do it… It doesn't take love for that…"

Joel couldn't stand your tears and despite your protests, he pulled you closer to him and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

"Y/N we talked about it and my mind hasn't changed… I understand you and I respect your decision. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, even if it means no sex. And I will have sex either with you or with nobody."

His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and you took a shaky breath. You were still in despair, but you wanted to believe his words.

"And Emily?"

Joel raised his eyebrows and looked surprised.

"What about her? I don't have any intimate relationship with her if that's what you're asking."

"But… Apparently, you went to a bar with her, and she… And she said something about going on a date…"

Joel chuckled softly and grunted.

"Okay. I won't ask who your spy was, but… Yes, it's true. I went to a bar with Emily and talked to her about a date… In fact, I even asked her out on a date, but not with me… with Claudia…"

"What?!"

These revelations were so shocking to you that you couldn't find the words.

"But… but… Claudia… Emily…"

Joel gave you a funny look.

"You don't mean to tell me you didn't know your best friend was a lesbian."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you always knew that.

"I mean Emily… She has a baby and… She got along with you so well and…"

You felt completely lost. On one hand, a wave of relief washed over you that everything was just your imagination. On the other hand, you felt ashamed that you fell apart and let your emotions get the better of you.

But Joel, as usual, tried to be understanding. He smiled as he saw that the crisis was over. He kissed you on the cheek and replied:

"You know very well that a child doesn't always have to be the result of love… I don't know who Rose's father is and I don't want to push Emily… And yes, we get along, but I don't feel anything for her and when she told me that she likes Claudia, but she's very ashamed and afraid that nothing will come out of it, I wanted to help her."

Finally, all your anxiety left you. Joel simply had a good heart, even though he sometimes hid it behind grumpiness and whining.

"Sorry."

He shook his head and waved his hand.

"I'm glad we cleared it up. And tomorrow you'll be able to talk to Claudia about it, because today, after two weeks of my efforts, is their first date."

When you heard this, your eyes widened.

"Oops…"

"What?"

You immediately got out of bed and started dressing. Joel watched you in shock, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"I told Ellie to drop Teddy to Claudia."

Joel immediately jumped off the bed and grabbed your hand.

"Come on, before you ruin my entire elaborate plan!" He groaned miserably and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Aren't you getting into the role of Cupid too much?"

He made another grumpy noise and you smiled widely. This was your Joel. And only yours. .

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Ok, so I hope it's not that bad after not writing this story for so long. I know Emily turned out to be quite a twist plot. But I couldn't make Joel an asshole again.

Now an important announcement. So far this story has been devoid of any strong NSFW elements, apart from the beginning. So now I would like you to take the survey and decide. Should there be a description of the sex scene in the next chapter, or would you prefer it to be an addition to a chapter that you don't have to read?

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misguidedasgardian · 9 months

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Dragon's Mistress FINALE

MASTERLIST

Summary: Everything is coming to an end

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, childbirth, sickness, deaths of multiple characters, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: THIS IS IT PEOPLE! I’m wrapping this up, thank you all for being in this wild ride, it has been the most controversial piece I’ve ever written! jaja I fear that whatever I write next is not going to wake the same amount of sentiments jeje anyways, enjoy!

I really hope I can make it all justice jeje

Aemond often looked over at Blackwater bay, in the direction of Dragonstone and wondered how you were, what you were doing, if you were content.

He wanted to believe you weren’t, but deep inside of him he knew you were happy and content without him.

He also wanted to feel the baby moving within you

You only let him touch you when you were sleepy in his arms, and the dragonling restless in your belly, moving so much he was able to actually see him

It was a boy, he was certain, it was his heir

And he couldn’t wait to see him, for him to be born, he was going to dispose of Floris, send her away, he was going to keep his child.

He couldn't wait to sit the throne with his baby on his arms, to show the entire realm, his power and legacy

And he wanted to see his beautiful wife, be there by her side when she gave birth

But affairs of the realm kept him, from fulfilling his desire

Even if he had been acting as Prince Regent for years, now that he was actually King, things were incredibly different, now he was bothered with small and big affairs alike, the Kingdoms was settling after years and years of war

After losing half the treasury

People was growing restless, smallfolk who still support her half-sister the usurper, denied the increase in taxes and were not taking well to his own reign, even though he had reigned with a a hard for forgiving hand

But the way to hell was made with good intentions

And he meant well

Days after you left turned to weeks, and then to a coupe of months, and one day, he knew it, the day felt different from the others, an strange calmness to it, the birds had stopped singing and the sea was calm like a cup of wine

He only smiled faintly, looking out his balcony, he then retrieved himself to return to his Kingly duties for the day

A day after he received the raven

His Queen gave birth…

To a healthy baby girl

He frown upon hearing the news, dismissing the maester to keep with his duties of the day

He wanted to see you, be there by your side

And when he was finally ready, he received other news

There has been a big fire in Harrenhal, ending the life of Lords loyal to his reign, and the one of Alys Rivers herself

Alys was dead

In a rage, he called his master of whispers, the same one who had caused the fire that ended the life of his own father and brother

He didn’t want to believe what Corlys had insinuated, that Floris and Larrys were on it together to get rid of you, but now this?

He knew perfectly well that a palace like Harrenhal, with nothing to burn itself, only burned for the whims of men and not of those of ghosts

And when Larys Strong refused him an answer, that he didn’t know

Aemond didn’t believe him

The second most powerful men after him was against him, so he needed to get rid of him, the power Larys held with whispers and spies, it was too much to have against him

But everything that he wanted to do, it was clouded by you

By his need to see you, but everytime he decided to go climb on hagar and travel to you

Something held him back

Something kept him away from you

Corlys front he shadows no doubt, not that he noticed

Floris was held prisoner in her own room, still getting royal treatment because of the babe within her, but she was forbidden to interact with anyone…

And perhaps that is what spared her

When he decided to take to the skies in VHagar to go and see you… there had been a almost seamless interruption, within the chambers of the small council

The maester of laws started coughing

“I’m sorry your grace, I don’t feel well”, the maester took the liberty of placing his boney hand in the man’s forehead

“He is burning”, he whined, concerned

And chaos ensued all over the keep

The envoy from the North had come and with him, he brought the Winter fever

Aemond had never experienced fear like he did in those couple of months

He, as the King, had to remain secluded, fire everywhere around him to keep away the disease that infected the air.

Seeing you was out of the question, he only received the ravens with tales of how Dragonstone was not accepting anyone from the exterior, and how they had remained spared from the wrath of the gods

And Floris went into labor, just in time to receive the prince

And Aemond’s commands to the wetnurses were clear

Save the princeling

They shared concerned looks as they received a small, red, dark haired prince into the world

Floris had a son, and so did Aemond

He held his newborn while sitting on the Iron throne, with a shy smile on his face, pedestals with fires lit up all over the room.

It was a small quiet boy, Aemond noticed, falling asleep immediately in his arms, against his chest

This is not what he expected

But fatherhood knocked on his door and he gladly answered

“The Gods are punishing us”, he raised his head to look at his mother

He had commanded her to stay in the tower of the hand for her own protection, and so far, the Queen had been safe from the fever, until now

Her face was red with temperature, he could see the sweat drops from here

“Mother”

“This is because of you, for marrying two Queens”, she whined, she took shaky steps towards her

“Stay back”, he whined, having his son in his arms

“I want to see him”, she begged him, she was delusional, he could tell

“You have catched it”, he warned, standing up, ready to ran away from his own mother if needed be

“The gods are angry with me”, she muttered, that twisted scowl on her face , “I failed them, I try to uphold the traditions, the faith the family, and i failed”

“You didn't”, he tried, to calm her, “You look unwell, I will fetch the maester”

“I don't need the maesters”, she said, and again, tried to come near him

“Don’t!”

“I just want to see him!”, she cried, “my grandson, the only one I have”

He had to call the guards to remove her from his space, he had to

He couldn’t risk himself of his son

Queen Alicent lasted seven days with the Winter fever before she perished, having thrown out all her green dresses, crying for her lost children

The fever also took half his small council, and Queen Floris.

The death of the later is still unknown, some say it was because of the childbed fever, others from the winter fever, and other that it was from neglect

The last remnants of his past life were gone, he was now more alone than he ever was in his life, the court had been decimated, and he didn’t even knew who to trust

Corlys had fled, because of the scare of the fever, and he was faring well and everyone was on Driftmark and Dragonstone

He stood alone

His only consolation is that you and his daughter were doing well, and not dying painfully of fever

. . .

You cradled your newborn daughter against your chest as she fed hungrily from you.

You had been so scared, and alone, but everything had gone perfectly, and after hard hours of labor, you heard a loud cry fill the room, besides yours anyways

A little silver haired girl

You shrieked of relief and happiness when the wet nurse placed a rosy-cheeked baby in your chest

She was so small and perfect, and as days passed you learned that she was so quiet, not at all fuzzy, she was a perfect baby, like she already knew she was a little princess

A girl

You giggled to yourself, fuck Aemond, but at the same time you felt fearful, but then you remembered you had Viserys, and Corlys, and the remains of your family to protect you, and you felt even better, everything was going to be alright

At least for your small family core

You’d learn, by ravens and letters, that the Winter Fever has struck the capital

Civilians were dying by the hundreds, and it had struck the inside of the Keep as well, you received a personal letter from Aemond, expressing his concern for you and your daughter

But you couldn’t be more relieved

Dragonstone was filled with life, the lords of the crownlands managed to send members of their families to make court in the castle, to be with you, you were getting to know them, and had dinners and interacted with all the ladies and lords, it was life fulfilling, you had never been able to do that before

And you found yourself happy one day

While the capital was submerged in chaos, you were dining in celebration of your beautifully perfect daughter, a princess to the Kingdoms, with your cousins, your grandfather, and all the lords

You were happy

Or as much as you could

You didn’t even care that Aemond never took the time to visit you, perhaps he was sad you had given birth to a daughter and not a son, perhaps that is why he was keeping his distance.

The you received news

That Floris was dead after giving birth to a son

A Baratheon prince

Despite Corlys’ concern, you had none, you had your brother, your daughter, your dragon who had laid an egg for your child that hatched into a curiously looking pink little dragon

And then one day

Aemond was in Dragonstone

You could feel the court change, as the servants changed the banners of the red dragon for a green one.

The first thing Aemond did was held court and receive his subjects int he throne room, with you by his side, and then, after a long day, he dare to enter your chambers, while you were starting to feed your daughter

“Queens don’t do that, specially for a girl”, he whispered entering the room

“Is my child, and I will feed her from my chest if I chose to”, you said dismissively, he said nothing else, perhaps relieved you were actually responding to him

“Are you healed?”, he asked, you looked at him in wonder

“My King?”, you asked

“Are you healed from giving birth?”, he asked, and you only looked at him sadly

You had the maids take your daughter away.

He served you wine, to relax you, and you had already surrender, you bathed him, as you offered him, like you used to do, but he grabbed you gently and dragged you inside the tub with you

“I’m so sorry for your losses My King”, you whispered as you massaged him, , straddling him, he only hummed

“I have children now, and nieces”, you can tell he was hurting, but didn’t want to show it, so you let it go. He looked at you with desire in his eye, as he took the sponge from your hand and he then cleaned you, specially in your breasts

“You look so beautiful”, he said huskily, you leaned in and kissed him, wanting to get it over with

He took you in the tub, making you ride him sensually, it didn’t hurt, in fact, it was actually pleasurable.

“You are coming home with me”, he whispered in your ear, with him still inside, but after your both reached your peak

“I don’t think that is such a good idea”, you whispered, he sighed loudly, “the fever is still out there”

And that is how you convinced him to let you stay, you could tell he was hurting, you could tell that he was lonely, now more than ever, but he heard you, and left you in Dragonstone, after an entire month, he left alone

And for the first time, you felt him defeated, even though he was the king of the seven Kingdoms

And that is how, weeks turns to months, turned to years

12 years later

When you looked at your little brother Viserys you often wondered if he was also a son to Harwin Breakbones Strong

Your brother, at his eighteen years old he had the stature and built of the strongest Knight of the seven Kingdoms

You saw him practicing with his sword against Steffon, he was truly a great teacher, and Aerion was also a great student, quick on his feet despite his height, and strong in his movements.

Your daughter giggled by your side as you walked together by the beach. and walked toward the Dragonmount for her dragon riding lessons, even though she and her dragon were connected in levels you were yet to understand yourself

“When is papa coming back?”, she asked, and you just shook your head

“I’m not sure my love”

Aemond visited often, he found reprieve in Dragonstone, in your arms and his daughter’s care, he took you like a vacation, and you saw him happy, but he soon left, he was the King he had duties, and even though he had refused to say something or share about his thoughts,

Despite his very efforts, and yours, you had not been able to conceive another child, you couldn’t pass the first trimester before bleeding, and that was alright with you, but not with him, he was concerned. But you found reprieve in Dragonstone, and even though Corlys was getting very old, and he walked with a cane now, you still felt contented

Rhaena and Baela had married, one within her family, and the other with a Hightower from Oldtown, to your surprise, you were certain Daemon was twisting and turning in his grave

But they were happy

You found meaning, raising your daughter, and caring front he people in the Crownlands

Corlys had sent your way many Lords of the great families through the years, and you knew them all, and that was very strange

You could feel it

The air was changing

You could sense it

And it all came to be, when Aemond drew his last breath

He had been battling with an unknown disease for months, shortness of breath, coughs, spitting spots of blood

He died, slowly and painfully, the servant found him in the morning, with blood dripping off his mouth.

He knew it was coming, the stranger was looming over him and he spent his last weeks weak, not being able to leave his bed, and there, he pondered, about how he was going to leave this life, with nobody by his side.

His son was scared of him, barely looked at him in the eyes, and his Queen was in Dragonstone, with no intention of coming to his side, shunned and threatened, his daughter, the apple of his eye, was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but so gentle and kind. he couldn’t force her to come to court, she was still to young and innocent

He laid alone, on his deathbed

A single tear escaped his eye, as tumultuous thoughts invaded his mind

The time he made Vhagar rip Lucerys front he skies, the time he defended Aegon and burned Rhaenys to a crisp, when he slayed all the Strongs he could get his hands on, when he burn to the ground all the castles and cities in the Riverlands…

The first time he took you against your will, whe he humiliated you and made you kneel

Your tears

Your cries

Everything, installed on his chest like a knife, twisting and turning until he could no longer breathe

He died, coughing blood

Whispering how sorry he was, when Floris, his mother, Helaena, and Aegon came to collect him

The day Corlys had been preparing for for years

As soon as his spies let him know of the dark news, he sent the ravens to all corners of the seven Kingdoms

From the Wall to Sunspear and Oldtown, all the great families but one, the Baratheons, started a long journey, but not to the Capital, but instead

To Dragonstone

As you, and our daughter mourned, dressed in black, you consoled your child, who only had known Aemond’s good side, she glung to your side as you kissed her head

“I’m sorry my love”, you whispered, as you were in the balcony, looking out at the seas

From one day to the other, ships with banners from all over the continent came to the island, to your amusement

Rickon Stark, now a young man, came to you, as did Edmund Tyrell, Robert Tully, Alyssa Arryn, Even the princes of Dorne came, not to surrender but to support

Corlys introduced them all, to the new King of the seven Kingdoms

Viserys Targaryen

They all bend the knee to him

And proclaimed him King with the crown of Jaehaerys

“I love you, always”, you whispered to him, as you took his cheeks and made him lean in so you could kiss his forehead, he held you back, kissing your temple in turn

“My lovely sister, you kept me safe, you protected me, cared for me, now is time I do the same for you”, he whispered, “I will protect you now, you will be safe”

Happy tears rolled down your eyes, you knew it was going to be hard, and that your brother was going to be unsafe, but it was what it was

It was his destiny

So you traveled with all the great families to King’s Landing, Corlys barely made the journey, but he did, and that is what he had been expecting for all his life.

But when you entered the Throne Room, you found a skimpy kid sitting in the Throne, his Baratheon family by his side, who paled when they saw the greatest commitive the world had ever seen.

Viserys calmly walk up the stairs leading to the throne, the King’s guards did nothing to stop him, he only looked down at the boy and smirked

“You are in my seat”

The reign of King Visrys was long and fruitful, called Jahaerys come again, he married your daughter on her seventeenth name day, and together they had two princes and two princesses

You remarried, a man from a great house, you didn’t bare more children, but you were so happy, and contended, and lived in Dragonstone for the rest of your life

Corlys passed weeks after he put Viserys on the Throne, his life work was completed, thanks to him, the seven Kingdoms were now united under one rightful King, continuing your mother’s legacy, like it was supposed to be

THE END

#misguidedmistress #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #targaryen!reader #house targaryen #aemond targaryen #hbo house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #dark!aemond x reader

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mysticmellowlove · 2 months

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General Yandere hcs with us pregnant?

We’ve been married for a few years and we’re finally pregnant! How does he react and what does he do during the pregnancy?

note; they took away my yellow option, the bastards

warnings; fem reader, yan male, pregnancy, fluff, pov changes, manipulation inference,

With a perfectly placated smile he walked down the hallway of his newly built house, his perfect little slice of life with the white picket fence and all. It was a great neighbourhood, with lots of other parents around and a pristine record. Full of family gatherings and helpful neighbours who were so in love with each other they wouldn't even take a second glance over at his own relationship.

As he walked past one of his new favourite rooms, the nursery of course, he stopped abruptly. Standing in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips, was his heavily pregnant wife. With a giddy smile, he crept in and wrapped his arms around her, lifting up her belly gently to ease some of the stress. A satisfied sigh left her.

"It's not perfect yet." He could basically hear the tense tone roll off her as she surveyed the room. He'd spent endless hours with her in here organising the furniture, painting the walls and throwing down plush carpet. If his wife said it wasn't done yet then it wasn't done.

"What are you thinking?" He hummed as he also looked around. It looked fine to him but there was just something so fun about catering to his wife's whims. She had the right to be picky after all, he rubbed his fingers in small circles under her stomach.

A click left her mouth as her body shifted, her hand to her chin as she looked around. The room comprised of soft colours, soft surfaces and there was even a nice rocking chair in one of the corners, a little bookshelf full of educational baby books sat just to the side of it.

"I can't put my hand on it." She huffed. He laughed, that was a simple fix.

"Let's go browsing again, I have the day off after all."

After being together for over five years you had decided it was time for the next step, a little rascal to fill the small... gremlin-shaped hole in your lives.

Yan enjoyed the nights he spent trying to get you pregnant, it was one of his favourite parts of the day!

Of course, he always showered you in affection after, there was only one thing better than sex after all.

When he came home and found out that you were pregnant he basically fainted.

A little version of his favourite person was about to be brought into the world and he was going to absolutely coddle it.

As soon as you started to show he was like a hovering hen, fretting over your every move.

Something on the other side of the house, he's got it.

Other side of the room, don't even move!

Two inches to the left, he's wrapping his arms around you in a hug before dropping it off in your lap.

Do you have cravings, want to go for a walk, sleepy day? He can do anything and everything!

The kitchen was always stocked with your favourite snacks, he prepared some easy pot and microwave meals for you when he was out as well.

Want to work from home, he's buying an ergonomic desk, or maybe one of those lap cushions so you don't even have to move!

Don't move, and don't leave the house. He's got everything here already silly.

One of your family members is sick? They can't come over, he wants you in tip-top shape.

No stress is allowed, he will dispose of anything that comes even close.

Creepy men? Dead. Old neighbours wanting to see your belly? Threatened. Loud dogs? Relocated. Co-workers saying 'Of course she was going to get pregnant, she just wants the maternity pay'? Ruthlessly dismembered.

He does let one other lady come over, a short and abrupt older lady from down the road who just wouldn't budge. Luckily she has the same ideals as him.

Why would you go down the street if both your husband and the nice old lady say to stay at home and rest?

Are you bored all alone, how about a cat... or maybe an old dog from the shelter?

He'd talk to you through the nanny cams around the new build if he didn't think you'd be weirded out...

Anything you want, all you have to do is call him and he's there.

He just loves you so much, you're so pretty!

(you were right of course, the nursery wasn't complete... turns out you're having twins!)

#love for anon #drabble #headcannons #fem reader #yandere male #yandere x reader

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angstymdzsthoughts · 3 months

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YZY ultimatum AU

JFM abandons Wei Ying near of the Jin sect, away, far away of Lotus Piers, in the hope that his wife never find him. (near of the JIN sect).

Jin Zixuan dins the sick and tiny child in the streets and decides to bring him home because the kid seems to be so hungry and sad and sick.

Madam Jin is first :/ but then learns who is the child, who are his parents and the kid speak about Uncle Jiang who takes him from the street and who, one month later, take him in this city and ask him to wait here until he comes back.

"Uncle Jiang, as…the Lotus Piers Sect Leader?

Yes, you know him? He's alright? when will he come back?

When he leave you here Wei Ying?

Hum" He kids counts on his fingers "almost on month madam"

Madam Jin is internally cursing JFM. she understands YZY didn't want to see the child of the woman that her husband loved (+ the theories of WY being JFM's bastard) but she is a mother too and learning that JFM gave a home to a street sad child for one month, giving him the illusion of love and home, for 4 weeks before abandonning him.

She rejects the bastarsd children of her husband too but they have still their mothers.

Couldn't JFM find him a family? Had he need to leaft him in the street, where he could die a sickness, of hunger or because of some bad men? Had he need to be THAT cruel? With a family, the kid would have been away, and if YZY didn't want him to Lotus Piers as disciple, then he could have find him a family at Gusu or near or the Nie sect, away of Lotus Piers.

She decides to keep the kid, who has a so adorable smile.

When her husband ask her why she says "listen if you can have a lot of bastards kids behind my back, i can adopt a child. It's not my bastard child at least."

her husband is like :O but doesn't dare to complain and since the kid reveal himself a very good disciple, he's like "ok fine" because a powerful and brillant disciple is always good for his reputation.

Zixuan is actually a nice brother for WWX.

YZY will have the surprise of her life XD

Madam Jin, ready to set fire to her life long friendship: I would like you to meet my new son, A'Ying.

#mdzs #reply #YZY Ultimatum AU #madam jin

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daenerystargaryen06 · 4 months

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" we have ample evidence from the books that there can/will be a Targ Restoration, but it won't end with the Targs on the throne"

could you tell me which ones?

The evidence for a Targ restoration is laid within small hints and foreshadowing within the books. It is subtle and not easily caught, but if you take a moment to go through the books with a careful eye and speculate over the reasons GRRM has written certain things in Dany and Jon's chapters, it can be led as a potential hint/speculative potential of Dany and Jon to be the ones to carry out the Targ legacy/restoration.

Let's begin with the beginning foundations of Dany and Jon being set up to meet:

"A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . ." -A Clash of Kings - Daenerys IV

"We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three." -A Storm of Swords - Jon VIII

"Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow." -A Storm of Swords - Daenerys II

"All in black, he was a shadow among shadows, dark of hair, long of face, grey of eye." -A Clash of Kings - Jon I

Jon and Daenerys are meant to meet, and a relationship will spark between them, as hinted at within the books. GRRM has also stated to D&D (as said by them) that the main point of GoT/ASOIAF is Jon and Daenerys meeting. Two people who struggle with politics, leading, and coming to terms with their true identities. Daenerys just wants peace and a home, Jon just wants to know who his mother was and a home for himself as well.

Now where does Targ restoration come into play and is hinted at? We have a few select lines within the books that give us some subtle cues:

"Drogon killed a little girl. Her name was … her name …" Dany could not recall the child's name. That made her so sad that she would have cried if all her tears had not been burned away. "I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

"I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb." -A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

Both Jon and Daenerys think of having children, but both resign into accepting that they may never have children of their own. Daenerys due to believing she was cursed by Mirri Maz Duur, and Jon due to being a sworn brother of the Night's Watch along with thinking that he is a bastard.

There is also the fact that when Daenerys is out upon the Dothraki Sea, she has a miscarriage:

"When she woke, gasping, her thighs were slick with blood. . . For a moment she did not realize what it was. The world had just begun to lighten, and the tall grass rustled softly in the wind. No, please, let me sleep some more. I'm so tired. She tried to burrow back beneath the pile of grass she had torn up when she went to sleep. Some of the stalks felt wet. Had it rained again? She sat up, afraid that she had soiled herself as she slept. When she brought her fingers to her face, she could smell the blood on them. Am I dying? Then she saw the pale crescent moon, floating high above the grass, and it came to her that this was no more than her moon blood. If she had not been so sick and scared, that might have come as a relief. Instead she began to shiver violently. She was bleeding, but it was only woman's blood. The moon is still a crescent, though. How can that be? She tried to remember the last time she had bled. The last full moon? The one before? The one before that? No, it cannot have been so long as that. . . As she splashed her face, she saw fresh blood on her thighs. The ragged hem of her undertunic was stained with it. The sight of so much red frightened her. Moon blood, it's only my moon blood, but she did not remember ever having such a heavy flow." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

When Daenerys has the miscarriage, she thinks it's her menstrual cycle. But the blood is too heavy, and occurs after she has eaten green berries and drank polluted water upon the Dothraki Sea- which could have resulted in her losing the pregnancy. This is a subtle hint that Daenerys can get pregnant, and likely will get pregnant again with Jon's child in the future, and will carry it to full term.

There are also hints within the books of Viserion exhibiting nesting like behavior, which can also result in bringing more dragon eggs into the world, that would eventually hatch and bring a new age of dragons:

"Viserion had shattered one chain and melted the others. He clung to the roof of the pit like some huge white bat, his claws dug deep into the burnt and crumbling bricks." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VIII

"For a moment he saw only the blackened arches of the bricks above, scorched by dragonflame. A trickle of ash caught his eye, betraying movement. Something pale, half-hidden, stirring. He's made himself a cave, the prince realized. A burrow in the brick. The foundations of the Great Pyramid of Meereen were massive and thick to support the weight of the huge structure overhead; even the interior walls were three times thicker than any castle's curtain walls. But Viserion had dug himself a hole in them with flame and claw, a hole big enough to sleep in." -A Dance with Dragons - The Dragontamer

Dragons are mentioned within the book to be genderless, truly, and they can switch their gender at will. Which means that any one of Daenerys' dragons could lay eggs and bring more dragons into the world, but Viserion might be the one to do so first.

"No one ever looked for a girl," he said. "It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought . . . the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King's Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it." Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. "I must go to her. I must. Would that I was even ten years younger." -A Feast for Crows - Samwell IV

As for Jon and Daenerys not winding up on the throne, that is mere speculation. But Jon and Daenerys both long for home, and even though their arcs are centered around ruling, leading, politics, etc. they necessarily don't want the burden of ruling as well. Both are thrust into their positions of power and are doing the best they can with being so young and having to deal with all of this going on. Which means that in the end they could very well turn away from ruling to lead their own lives of peace within a home they find for themselves with their future potential children.

"If I were not the blood of the dragon, she thought wistfully, this could be my home. She was khaleesi, she had a strong man and a swift horse, handmaids to serve her, warriors to keep her safe, an honored place in the dosh khaleen awaiting her when she grew old … and in her womb grew a son who would one day bestride the world. That should be enough for any woman … but not for the dragon. With Viserys gone, Daenerys was the last, the very last. She was the seed of kings and conquerors, and so too the child inside her. She must not forget." -A Game of Thrones - Daenerys VI

"Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy's city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known." -A Game of Thrones - Daenerys I

"Of the ride back, Jon Snow remembered little. It seemed shorter than the journey south, perhaps because his mind was elsewhere. Pyp set the pace, galloping, walking, trotting, and then breaking into another gallop. Mole's Town came and went, the red lantern over the brothel long extinguished. They made good time. Dawn was still an hour off when Jon glimpsed the towers of Castle Black ahead of them, dark against the pale immensity of the Wall. It did not seem like home this time." -A Game of Thrones - Jon IX

"Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but above him the clouds were breaking up. Jon searched the sky until he found the Ice Dragon, then turned the mare north for the Wall and Castle Black. The throb of pain in his thigh muscle made him wince as he put his heels into the old man's horse. I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow?" -A Storm of Swords - Jon V

"When the dreams took him, he found himself back home once more, splashing in the hot pools beneath a huge white weirwood that had his father's face. Ygritte was with him, laughing at him, shedding her skins till she was naked as her name day, trying to kiss him, but he couldn't, not with his father watching. He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night's Watch. I will not father a bastard, he told her. I will not. I will not. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered, her skin dissolving in the hot water, the flesh beneath sloughing off her bones until only skull and skeleton remained, and the pool bubbled thick and red." -A Storm of Swords - Jon VI

There is also the fact that apparently GRRM told D&D that Bran would become King. Now, I don't exactly believe that myself as stated in another post made by me here. And there is also the fact that GRRM could change Bran's ending/role, or make him King of something else (such as King of the North). But if Bran DOES become King of the 7k as stated by D&D for GRRM's planned ending, Jon and Daenerys bringing a Targ restoration together within their own form of home away from ruling is another ending I can imagine for them. We have the groundwork and subtle cues/hints/foreshadowing for such a thing to happen. Of course, I do want Jon and Daenerys to wind up ruling together as equals over the 7k with a family of their own and their dragons, but in the end- I'll accept any ending just as long as my babies wind up together and happy. Thanks for the ask! :)

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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Cross-Checked - Chapter Five

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Five - Here for You - Leia/Andy

Leia

I fully understand that news can make you speechless.

I’ve shared some doosies in my lifetime. Especially to the man in front of me. While Luke is my brother and I trust and love him, sometimes there are things I just can’t tell him. Like when I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend. Or when the same boyfriend broke up with me and I couldn’t tell Luke because I knew he would beat him up.

But I could always tell Andy anything.

Except this time, I think I broke him.

“Andy, please say something,” I beg him.

“You’re pregnant?” I nod, scared he’s going to start yelling. He stops and looks away for a moment. Then he looks back at me. “It’s Bret’s.” Not a question, just a statement. I nod again because, really, I don’t want to say it out loud. Andy runs a hand through his hair. “Are you going to keep it?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. I really don’t. Because right now the feelings of being terrified and excited are swirling around in me. The road trip had passed in a blur. I was doing everything i could to avoid being sick in front of everyone, while trying to do my job. It was hard. And a couple of times I had to lie to get out of whatever it was that was brought up, like going to a club and stuff.

The weird part of it was Jeremy wasn’t around like I assumed he would be. And Andy had been checking in on me more frequently. Stella just rolled her eyes when I mentioned it, so she was no help but now, in this moment, I need Andy.

“Ok,” he finally says. “Have you seen a doctor to confirm?”

He’s using his captain voice, which is sexy to hear on the ice while he is commanding his teammates in drills and right now, it's making my lower region tingle a bit. Fuck Leia, focus. “Uh, no. I didn’t know where to do in California or Washington or Canada for that matter. I was going to sneak over there soon because i wasn’t gonna say anything but here we are.”

“Yeah, here we are.” Andy shook his head. “Are you going to tell him?”

Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that. I have to tell my ex about a baby that i am sure he doesn't want. Or if he does, would he insist I move with him so he can be closer to his kid. Or worse, would he say I need to marry him so I don’t raise a bastard. He had that mentality, so it was a legitimate fear.

Andy could see my panic. “Hey, its ok.” He pulls me back into his arms. “Everything is going to be ok.”

“What am I going to do Andy? I have to tell him but what if he wants to take my baby? What if he insists I move? Oh god.” I lean into him and sob. My entire life is being blown up and I have no idea what to do.

“Princess, breathe for me. C’mon, you can do it. In and out.” I breathe at his tempo, grateful for his presence. As my breathing slows, he kisses the top of my head. “Now, everything is going to be ok. First step is the doctor and confirm everything.” I nod. “Second, is deciding if you tell the doucheweasel about it. Whatever you want to do, I am here for you, ok?”

“I have to get a place and buy baby stuff... and Luke. Oh god he’s going to murder me.”

“A place?” Andy asks surprised. “Why do you need a place?”

“Andy, if I have this baby, I need to have my own place. I can’t cramp your style with a pregnant girl living with you. Eventually you’ll want to date and then you bring a girl home and there is a screaming infant and...”

Andy covers my mouth to stop the ramble that is happening. “Leia, do you honestly think I would let my pregnant best friend live somewhere else?”

Well, that was unexpected. I move to make a sound and Andy lets go of my face. “You aren’t kicking me out?”

“And risk your brother’s rath? I don’t think so. No thank you. You can live here with me. Whatever you decide. Promise.” He holds out his pinky finger. I grasp it with mine and smile.

“I think I do want to keep it, Andy. I know its part Bret but hopefully we can tame whatever genes that asshole passes over.” I chew my lips. “I’ll email him about it and he can decide from there.” I move to stand but I’m so dizzy from being dehydrated and Andy has to hold me to stop from falling over.

“Would you go back to him if he asked?” Andy looks torn over asking the question.

“No,” I say immediately. “I can’t be with someone like him, who wants to control my life and my decisions.” The look of relief that passes Andy’s face is comical. “You really didn’t like him.”

“I really didn’t, princess. C’mon, water, juice and some toast to get your stomach to settle. I’ll call around for a doctor.”

“Thanks Andy.” I chew my lips as we walk downstairs. “Can you help me with more thing?”

“Sure Princess.”

“Can you help me tell Luke?”

I’ve never seen a man look so scared in his life.

Andy

It's a couple of days later, and I’m sitting in an exam room with Leia, staring at the posters in her office. Why am I staring? Because its pictures of woman, in child birth. I swallow hard, trying not to get queasy. Why did I volunteer for this? I look down at Leia, who is chewing her bottom lip and clutching Sebastian. She was the reason. I take a deep breath and take her hand. “Everything is going to be ok, Princess.”

“You don’t know that Chewy.” She looks up at me. “I could have already miscarried, or its ectopic or its was completely false and...”

I squat to get eye level with her, and she stops. I kiss her knuckles. “Everything is going to be fine. They already did the blood test and that will confirm everything. The doctor will come in and check and then we can make some decisions, ok?”

“We?” She looks at me with shiny eyes. She is so scared that her eyes are wider than normal, Sebastian basically being choked at this point.

I grasp her fingers around the stuffed cow and massage them until they are loose again. “We, ok? I won’t leave your side as long as you want me here.” I reach up and kiss her forehead. “We are going to be ok.”

Just then, the doctor comes in and I stand back up next to Leia. “Good Morning, Leighton. I’m Dr. Sheppard. I’ll be doing your exam and then I will send you to the ultrasound room for the first pictures of baby. Is this dad?”

I move to say no, but Leia beats me to it. “Yes, he is.”

What the fuck is she doing? I look down at her and she smiles her public relations smile and I know, she is saving face. I smile at the doctor as she makes a note. “I’m Andy...”

“I know who you are Mr. Barber. I’m a big fan. I was sorry to hear about... well...”

Shit, Leia did not think her decision through and here we are. “Leia and I have been friends for years and we had one night.” I shrugged and smile. “Guess everything was meant to be.” The lie comes too easily.

“Of course,” Dr. Sheppard flushes and moves to the computer. She cleared her throat and read something. “Well, the blood test confirms high levels of HCG, which is positive for pregnancy. When was the last day of your menstrual cycle?” She smiles as she looks at Leia.

Leia flinches and flashes me an apologetic look. “Umm, I’m not sure.”

“That’s fine. The intra vaginal ultrasound can confirm a pretty close approximation of size and date of conception. Otherwise, how are you feeling?”

“I’m nauseous all the time. Sleepy too.” She looks at me again, like she wants to verify that she’s using the right words.

“She’s been having a low grade fever on and off for a couple of days. She’s able to keep toast, tea and a little bit of juice down during the day. She’s also been dizzy a few times,” I explain.

“These are all normal,” Dr Sheppard confirms. “The dizziness is from the dehydration and vomiting. Unfortunately, morning sickness is not just in the morning. It really should be named all day sickness. That should clear up as you head into the second trimester.” She looked back at the notes on the computer. “Otherwise, your weight is good, all of your other blood levels are great. Just try to rest and keep your strength up. I’m going to prescribe some antinausea medication for the times it won’t just stop.”

“Ok,” Leia’s lip trembles a little.

“Let’s get you to ultrasound and see baby.”

Once Leia is stripped from the waist down, I sit by her head as we wait for the technician. “I’m the father?” I whispered to her.

“I panicked. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to be judged as a single mother.”

Before I can respond, the tech comes in and they start on the exams. They roll a wand over Leia’s flat stomach, and we see a tiny blip of a thing show up on the screen. Then the most amazing sound is echoing in the room. “Is that...”

“That is baby’s heart beat,” the tech smiles. “It looks like you are about eight or nine weeks pregnant. Congratulations.”

I feel it pull on my chest that my Leia is going to be a mother. She has a new life in her belly. I see the tears stream down her face. I thumb them away as I have a really devastating thought cross my mind.

I wish I was the father for real.

As we stared at the pictures in our living room a little while later, Leia finished composing her email to Bret. I can’t believe that fucker gets to be a father to this baby. This baby that should be mine. I have to swallow down my anger about it as Leia leans into me as she hesitates to press send. “I’m right here Princess.”

“I don’t want him to take my baby.”

“He won’t. I won’t let that happen.” I kiss her temple. She takes a steadying breath and clicks send.

“There.”

“Better?”

“No.”

I chuckled. “Ok. Well, we have until the beginning of May to make this work.” I sat up and grabbed my phone. “I won’t know what our schedule is then because that is playoffs. But during our Christmas break, we should know what the baby is, and we can paint their room.” I studied my phone but it's quiet and I look at Leia and she has tears streaming down her face. “Princess, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she squeaks. “It's just... you’re planning on a room?”

“Of course, I am. Leia,” I put my phone down. “This is my niece or nephew and I love them as if they were my own. I was thinking about the room between ours, that way both of us can listen for them. That leaves the two guest rooms at the end of hall free for people when they come over.”

Leia launches herself at me and I catch her, making sure she isn’t hurt. “Thank you, Andy, so much. I was so scared, but you are making me feel better about this.”

“Hey, you’re my best friend. I would do anything for you.” I rub her back as she cries, wishing i could do more. After a few minutes, she starts to calm down and I pull back. “Ready to go meet Luke?”

She shakes her head but squeaks out a yes. “He’s going to be so mad at me.”

“He’s not going to be mad at you. If anything, I don’t think six thousand miles is enough distance for Luke not to go out and kick Bret’s ass.” I laugh as she giggles. “C’mon, the faster we do this, the faster we can eat.”

Leia and I had decided that it would probably be best to meet Luke in a public place to prevent a blow up. Well, its wishful thinking that we might prevent it but here we go. I drove us to the restaurant, praying this was going to be ok. I really didn’t want Leia to have to deal with her brother. As I’ve said before, Lucas Andrews is a protective bastard and would do anything to make sure his sister was happy. I got us in and saw him sitting in a booth in the back. He raised his hand, and I walked Leia over. “Just breathe, Princess.”

“Hey Barber, Cubby,” giving both of us a hug. We ordered, and small talked for a bit. Leia’s leg was bouncing, and she was staring at her drink, biting her lip. “Ok sis, what is going on?” She snapped her head up. “You’re bouncing. What’s going on?”

Leia looked at me and I nodded. She looked at her brother and took a shaky breath. “I got sick over the road trip.”

“I know that.” Luke took a sip. “You had a fever.”

“No. I mean, yes but it wasn’t a regular sickness.” Leia tried to keep the tears i could see from flowing. “I was throwing up on the trip, so I took a test with Stella and...” she hesitated and looked down. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” Luke looked at me and I nodded. “You’re pregnant?” I could see the color rising from his neck. “Who is the father?” He looked at me again and I shook my head. Leia was crying and wouldn’t look at her brother. “Leighton, look at me.” She shook her head, so he reached over and gently grasped her chin to turn her head. “Is it Bret?” Her bottom lip trembled, and she barely nodded before Luke exploded. “Son of a bitch!” He stood up and walked out of the restaurant as Leia began to sob. I wrapped an arm around her to let her cry as I watched my best friend walk out of the restaurant.

“I’m sorry Leia. I’m so sorry,” I whispered as she cried. I let her go. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.” I walked out to the front where Luke was pacing. “Get your ass back in there Andrews,” I growled.

“How could she be so stupid? How could she let that ass wipe do this to her?” He ran his hands through his hair. “She’s just starting her business and the season and... FUCK!” He kicked a sign over.

“That is enough Lucas. Your sister needs you. She was so scared to tell you. I had to convince her to come. You are confirming her worse fears. She’s going to need you. Your niece or nephew is going to need you.”

“How long have you known?”

“The day after the road trip. I made her go to the doctor this morning to confirm.”

He gave me a look and I could see his heart crack. He ran back in and I followed. He went right up to her and pulled her into his arms. “Oh Cubby, I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you Leia.” He hugs her tight as she starts to sob again. “Fuck, I screwed that up.” They hold each other for a few minutes, and I get us refills. I walk back as they start talking.

“I sent him an email, but I refuse to move or give up my baby.” Leia has her determined face on. “I can keep working, that’s what the doctor said but try and avoid being on the ice.”

“You gonna tell management?”

“I’m going to have to but I’m not going to tell anyone else. Not until I can’t avoid it anymore.” She shrugs as she shoves a fry in her mouth. I’m happy her appetite is back.

“I mean, that’s your right,” he says. “What about mom?” He grimaces as Leia rolls her eyes.

“I guess I’ll tell her but I don’t want her involved. She was like, obsessed with Bret and loved that he wanted me to be a housewife.” She shuddered at the thought. “Imagine me as a stay at home mom. I’ll destroy the house myself just to get away from that.”

Their mom was not the same after their dad died. She had been the typical hockey mom up until then. After, she cared a little too much about her children. Especially Leia, since she assumed that Leia would be more like her. But Leia is like her father, ambitious and driven, and she had always shunned the idea of just being a housewife. I really love that about her. That she wanted it all and not just be a support system.

“Yeah, i get that. Miranda is the same way.” Luke sighed. “I gotta talk to her about this and about you moving in to the house and stuff.” He took a long pull of his beer as Leia and I stopped to look at him. I looked at her and she cleared her throat.

“Actually, Flyboy, I’m going to stay with Andy.” Luke looks confused now. “What? But...” Her phone rings and she checks it before getting up. “I have to take this.”

Luke turns to me as soon as she walks away from the table. “Are you ok with this?”

I shrug. “Of course I am. I offered. Dude,” i grasp his shoulder, “I promised you I would take care of her if she ever needed me. I’m keeping that promise.”

Luke pulls me in for a hug. “Thanks man.”

“I’ll always be there for the Andrews siblings.”

If only he knew that i wanted more with his sister. That i wanted her to be my girl. That I wanted to be the father of her baby. That they were my family.

He would kill me on the spot.

Look at me with the non-cliffhanger!

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foreverdolly · 1 year

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ghost of you | austin butler x grieving!reader

this is a request for my little "three days of blurbs" event. might extend this event an extra day since work has really put a damper on how much i'm able to write ! i'm having so much fun getting to all your requests.

request: austin angst please? i want you to hurt my feelings :)

requested by: anon

word count: 860

warnings/notes: this is like lonesome tonight but with no happy ending. absolutely will gut you. 10/10 will make you feel something. i already had this partially written, and i decided that this is perfect for the request. austin would be such a good husband, and i can't imagine what losing him would feel like. i hope this hurts real good, you sick lil bastard ;)

The officers that had come bearing the distressing news had never heard anything like it before. It wasn’t just a simple wailing, or even the kind of scream that one might let loose right before they die. It was more painful, these screams. It was the cries of a woman that had realized that her lover was gone while she was not. It was the screams of a woman that had been newly cursed, forced to scramble in order to find some form of solace and comfort in her newfound solitude. It was almost as though she hoped to expel every bit of oxygen from her very blood. The men couldn’t understand a single word that she had said that night. It was more of a useless kind of babbling, any coherent words soon covered up by body aching sobs. Still- they could feel the meaning behind each labored breath. Could see the heart that she so evidently wore on her sleeve not just breaking, but dying right along with the man that they had just driven down to the local morgue. ‘Take me. Please god- take me with him.’ She didn’t speak a word that night, but all of the officers could see the way she craned her neck back towards the sky, as if to plead. To beg.

It was almost as though her soul left her body through her lungs that night. It floated up past the ceiling, going to wherever her lover was. Following him. Never leaving him. Going somewhere safe.

Somewhere kinder.

Austin used to wipe away your kisses. His large hand, long fingers wiping away whatever gloss, lipstick, or balm that you constantly had on your lips. He’d stare up at you mischievously, though he’d try and make his eyes appear innocent. Blue eyes widened, lashes touching brow bones. So blue. Always so blue. “I think I might need another kiss.” And so you would do as you were asked gladly, eager for his love. You ate up the way that he adored you. Sometimes you’d just sit and watch him, liked the way he would turn his head to slyly look at you while the two of you were situated on the living room couch. It was almost as though he was checking to see if you were still there. Checking to see if you were still content. He’d hug you a little closer to his side, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Before work he’d stand by the front door, waiting for you to hand him his lunch. Without fail you’d move up to your tip toes so that you could place a wet kiss on his lips, and then he’d hold his palm out for you to kiss as well. Before leaving he’d place that hand on his cheek and then on his heart. “I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.”

It was a simple way of life. It was the life that you had chosen for yourself, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You wished more than anything that you had taken a little extra time each morning to stare at him. His golden hair brushed back from his forehead, the tips of each wave catching the morning light. He glowed, your pretty baby. He glowed. He’d make conversation with you, eyes never leaving your form. You’d be wrapped up in a bathrobe or dressed in some pajama set that Austin thought you looked cute in. He’d often lay the compliments on thick, even at the crack of dawn. “What did I do to deserve such a gorgeous wife?” Or sometimes he’d brush up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist so that he could press his lips against your neck. Right against your pulse, as if the constant rhythm of your heart brought him peace.

The memory of his voice was the first thing to fade. You found yourself curled up in bed, watching an old movie that no doubt reminded you of your late husband. You were mouthing the words to the old western fondly, though the smile dropped from your face when you realized that you had forgotten how Austin had sounded when he used to proudly recite the lines by heart. You had to pause the film and take out your old phone, swiping through videos just to hold the speaker up to your ear and press play. His voice came through, loud and clear, and for a moment you allowed yourself to feel relief. Because there he was, telling you happy birthday. There he was doing that signature Elvis impression of his to sing to you, making you laugh as he continued to film you.

Then the guilt settled in. It sat heavy in your chest and nearly had you sinking even further into the old mattress. Because how dare you forget his voice? How could you forget how your name sounded in his lovely mouth- how his honeyed words never failed to sweeten you up?

Because you were healing. God damn it, you were healing.

What’s broken can always be fixed.

But what’s fixed will always be broken.

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Star Swap, thinking about how long it'd take before people found out.

Jotaro in Josuke's place is definitely the fastest to be found out. He does not know how to do the hair. He doesn't even know TO do the hair. Tomoko's clued into something being wrong FUCKING IMMEDIATELY and, especially given how Jotaro's going to respond to her, she's not going to let it rest till she figures it out. And then older Jotaro arrives and uhhhh yeah he's going to recognize the familiar Angst

Josuke in Jotaro's place, honestly unsure. Holly's observant, and would notice right away, but I don't know how much she'd push it, if at all, and then she gets sick, and Joseph, while super observant, hasn't seen Jotaro in a while to be able to have a baseline. I think Josuke would want to tell people, but there's so much going on that nobody can really focus on figuring it out or deciding who/how to tell.

Nobody knew Giorno well enough to tell prior to part 5. It's all down to if Joseph chooses to tell anyone. And honestly... He might. Trish especially, he might as a way of sharing his own experiences to let her know she's not alone in feeling lost and homesick and in over her head.

Giorno's going to try and hide it. Erina and Speedwagon will notice something's up, but not push enough to figure it out. And Giorno's a good actor. Maybe he'll tell Suzie or Caesar some of it eventually, but... It'd be hard for him.

Jolyne, uh. Dio figures out That's Not Jonathan immediately but it's shortly before he used the mask so he's not seen any supernatural shit yet and is supremely confused. He wouldn't know how it happened or how to respond at ALL. And George might take it as a rebellious phase or some shit, given that he's distracted by being poisoned. I could see her telling Erina once she shows up though.

Jonathan has a month at best before he's forced to tell someone. He does not know how to deal with periods in Jolyne's body. He was raised by a single father in the late 1800s. He's going to have to ask Hermes or someone for help, and probably explain why he doesn't know, and thus where/when he's from, in the process. And honestly he probably wanted to tell someone early on, but was taking a minute to settle in and try not to upset his presumed descendant's life and then he got framed and the chaos and he didn't know who to trust at first- he's glad to tell someone.

YESSSSSSSSS

Out of all the Jojo’s, Jotaro is the most fucked about keeping this secret. The morning he wakes up it doesn’t matter what he does, Tomoko is going to be on him in an instant and he has no chance whatsoever at keeping the body swap a secret. Honestly Tomoko might connect the pieces pretty quick and could even confront him in a “who are you and what have you done with my son” way within a day or two of “Josuke” acting off. On the plus side Josuke doesn’t seem to have had….. really any friends prior to Diamond so that’ll make things a bit easier at least.

Thing are DEFINITELY going to be awkward between Tomoko and Jotaro tho. He’ll explain the situation as best he can, but there isn’t much he can offer beyond theories and giving a more in depth explanation of his admittedly limited knowledge about Stands. Both are struggling to figure out What The Fuck Do We Do, but they’d probably end up working together. Admittedly things are still tense, and it only gets worse when 4taro shows up, doubly so when he learns this kid is apparently his grandfather’s bastard son.

(also I can definitely see Jotaro calling Holly at some point. He doesn’t say anything, but just hearing her voice on the other end of the receiver, hearing proof that she was still alive…… it took a weight off his shoulders)

And your thoughts are basically the same as mine when it comes to Josuke. Holly would definitely realize something was wrong, but she wouldn’t have time to tell anybody because of the Stand Sickness. There would also be an added layer to Josuke’s panic because He Can’t Fix This, and seeing her illness from a Stand would ironically remind him of his own sickness when he was a boy. At least the Crusaders have a healer now?

Joseph…… that’s a tricky one. Nobody knows him so they’d have no reason to even suspect anything. Telling Trish would be an interesting idea, but there is also the chance that he just. Never does. Parts of his story yes, mentioning the Pillarmen and his experiences possibly, implying time travel MAYBE, but he might not mention the “I might be possessing a 15 year old’s body”

For Giorno, while he’d definitely be able to get away with it on Air Supplena, Speedwagon and Erina are going to notice immediately. They might be hesitant to push in the beginning because Joseph growing that withdrawn could be seen as something having happened emotionally, but I think eventually they’d put together the pieces that this isn’t their grandson

Jolyne in Jonathan’s body……. That’s going to be pure fucking gold. She does not take ANY of Dio’s shit. Also, I really like the idea of her telling Erina. After all…… she isn’t the man Erina loves, she’s merely inhabiting his body. It would feel wrong to take advantage of her in such a way, especially because of how genuine those feelings seem to be. And Dio figuring it out himself is just 🤌

And Jonathan. Poor, poor Jonathan. Out of everyone he’s going to have easily the hardest time adjusting. And what if the thing with Hermes is just his absolute breaking point. He’s tired and confused and now he’s bleeding and everything hurts and he just wants to go home, so when Hermes asks hims what’s wrong everything just comes crashing down

And Hermes….. was not at all expecting this. Sure ‘Jolyne’ was a little weird, but she’d just chalked that up to that just being how she was, that that was just her personality. But this? Forceful time travel into a body that didn’t belong to them??? Yeah that wasn’t ANYWHERE on the list

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dampsleeves · 5 months

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life update :3 (a little vent-y)

sooo, been over 200 days since the house caught fire and we had to move. obviously, a lot of stuff's been happening. can't go into deep details for fear of someone I don't want to find this, finding this, but I'll say this much: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've very rarely mentioned family on here (for obvious reasons - this account is NOT made for that lol) but here goes. tw for pretty heavy topics: mentions of abuse, father issues, health issues, transphobia & financial issues. I turned 18 Feb 21st, literally just almost 2 months before the damn house caught fire. Meanwhile, my brother's still a minor. MEANING, I narrowly escaped the custody battle my mom & dad are in. But unfortunately, he's still stuck in the middle of it. :( My pops was not really the nicest person to me when I was a kid -

whooping my ass whenever I did anything wrong, no matter how minor the offense was.

Telling me that he loved God more than he loved me, because "You're God's gift to me. God is the one who gave you to me in the first place," when I was four.

Telling me that if I didn't start being ok with receiving physical affection from family - which he knew made me uncomfortable - I was "going to grow up to be a S3R1AL K1LL3R" (yes he said that.)

Telling me that "God doesn't make mistakes," and that he "made me into a beautiful young woman for a reason" after I came out to him personally at 14 - big mistake 0/10 stars, would never do again. You get the idea. And those are the tame examples I could think of. So, I finally cut him off. As soon as my mom, brother, & I were in our new place, I blocked his number and haven't talked to him since. I was sick of him not respecting my boundaries, and repeatedly demonstrating that he thought of me as nothing more than a possession. Tired of him making me feel crazy all the time too. But now he's fucking with my mom & brother. Intentionally not paying child support till the last minute possible - & then making it in as small of payments at a time as he possibly can (yes he can afford it btw.) Trying to force my brother to go over to his place, even when my brother does NOT want to - which has begun giving my brother psychological issues & issues with school, mirroring the ones I used to struggle with bc of that bastard. My mom is juggling all sorts of things, & I really at least wanna try to help financially by getting a job, but I can't yet because: she says that I'm only 18, & shouldn't have to get a job to help out (I disagree.) I don't have an ID bc she wants me to wait on my legal name change - which costs a pretty decent chunk of change - reason is bc she "wants me to have as easy an early adulthood life as possible" (love her.) AND, I haven't actually graduated - No, I dipped in 11th bc school was hell (not exaggerating,) & instead just decided to pursue a GED, that I haven't been able to work towards bc of the shit show that is life in midwestern america. So I've been very depressed, exhausted, & hopeless. The least I can do is clean up our house while she's at work, & get this - some days I don't even have the physical energy to do THAT! I do not know what the hell is wrong with my body currently, but it absolutely sucks. & I'm really tired of just taking up space all the time. She's dealing with health issues too, & I'm always worried ab her. Idk what the hell to do, but something's gotta give. Everybody needs a fucking break. I keep trying to shoo away all the dark thoughts, push myself as often as possible, & keep my fingers crossed, but jfc... Sorry just needed to yell into the void for a sec. I'll live, I'm sure - I've survived worse. Sometimes things just suck. But I like to think that someday they won't. :,)

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sea-owl · 2 years

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Remember how I said how I like to make AUs of my AUs? Well, I got one for the polin portion of my Yandere Bridgertons AU.

Instead of Colin becoming too comfortable with leaving Penelope alone until he's deemed her ready because he can rely on his siblings. (Aka my excuse in attempt to keeps some of the books long time jump) Colin has some sort of freak out during her second or third season and steals her away in the middle of the night.

Maybe it's after Benedict's and Sophie's wedding. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were in having a drink celebrating Benedict finally finding his soulmate again when Benedict makes a comment that catches Colin's attention, and not in a good way.

"It feels so freeing finally having Sophie with me, especially after I thought I was going to lose her."

Colin looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Had the charges not been dropped who knows what would have happened to Sophie in that jail, and there would be nothing I could do to stop it," Benedict explained. "I felt so helpless, and useless. The Bridgertons protect their soulmates and there was nothing I could do without making it worse for her. I still plan to cut out that bitch's tongue though."

Anthony nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. When Kate had her accident, I could only sit by and watch her heal. The doctor is very lucky she did heal perfectly."

Neither noticed their younger brother stiffening up. He always knew that his little nymph would never be taken away by another suitor, but what if something happened out of his control and he wasn't home? What if she got sick? Or hurt? Or some bastard decided he would force her? Or she decides she actually does want to be a spinster for the rest of her life and runs away to where he can't find her?!

No, Colin would not let that happen.

Colin stands. "Excuse me gentlemen, I have some last-minute preparations to make for my trip to Ithica."

Starting by adding a detour.

Penelope was surprised to see Colin still at Number 5 when she came to tea the next day, and not any other member of his family.

"Colin!" Penelope exclaimed. "I thought you would have left already."

Colin smiled. "Without saying goodbye to my favorite person? Never."

He offered her some team which Penelope accepted. She paused; the aroma of the tea smelled very sweet.

Colin let out a nervus laugh. "Sorry Pen, I accidently spilled too much sugar when I was making it for you."

"It is alright, you'll make me the perfect cup one day," Penelope joked. She took a sip of the tea. Damn, he really did put lot of sugar in it. "Eloise tells me you plan to next visit Ithica?"

Colin nodded. "Yes! The home of your namesake is it not?"

Penelope laughed. "Yes. Queen Penelope of Ithica, who waited ten years for her husband Odysseus to come home and fended off suitors the whole time."

Colin muttered something under his breathe that Penelope didn't catch. Actually, she was having trouble hearing him in general.

"Colin I'm sorry, can you repeat-oh!" The cup dropped from Penelope's hand. Why did she drop the cup? It was not so heavy a minute ago.

Colin moved closer, sitting right next to Penelope. He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "It's okay Pen, just go to sleep."

"Colin-"

Colin caught Penelope. He didn't want to poison her drink, but he couldn't risk her saying no and rejecting him. Saying she only saw him as friend, or worse like a brother. Besides they can take this trip together as their honeymoon. She'll understand when she wakes up and he explains it to her.

By then they'll already be on their way or even better crossing the border into Gretna Green.

Colin loads into the carriage with Penelope, gently laying her head in his lap. He strokes her hair as they begin moving.

#colin's lucky that penelope is just as crazy for him as he is for her #otherwise #this would end very badly #yandere bridgertons au #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

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atomicbird101 · 8 months

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FO3 Companions Reactions to Dukov Being Gross to the Lone Wanderer.

Content warning ⚠️ themes of sexual assault!

This guy slaps your gf ass, wyd?

Butch

Butch sees red and immediately punches him square in the jaw.

"Get the hell away from them, you sick bastard!"

He doesn't go further than that — although he gladly would — but he leaves it up to Lone to decide what they want to do about this.

Charon

Charon deftly slips behind the pig, and before he can say, "You must have sat in some sugar, because you've got a sweet ass," there's a shotgun barrel against the back of his head.

"Your hand or your head. Your choice."

"Alright, alright, big man," Dukov says as he raises his hands in surrender.

If Lone gives the order, Charon will eliminate the problem with neither hesitation nor remorse.

Clover

In one fluid motion, Clover slices his hand clean off with her sword, and will decapitate the fucker if Lone chooses not to stop her.

Cross

She practically crushes his arm in a grip of steel, fingers leaving dark bruises on his wrist.

"Nineteen years ago, I swore to protect this child by whatever means necessary. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Dukov?"

"Fuck! Yes, now let go, you crazy bitch!"

"That's Star Paladin Cross to you, civilian."

She wrenches his arm away before turning back to Lone and asking if they're alright while using her power armor-clad body to shield them from Dukov's wandering eyes and hands.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat growls and bites the hand that grabbed them before Dukov kicks him away. If Lone does not step in in defense of their dog, Dogmeat will go for his throat and it's anyone's guess who wins that fight. Dogmeat is quick and tough, but Dukov is a renowned gunslinger, booze be damned.

Fawkes

"My friend... I would advise against that if I were you."

His hand wraps around Dukov's entire head and he lifts him off the ground as he speaks. Firm pressure is applied; not enough to crush his skull, but enough to get the point across that he so easily could.

Jericho

Although Dukov is a quick shot, Jericho is quicker and sober. A speedy and precise bullet to the wrist is all it takes to make Dukov regret his life choices.

"Damn, and to think I was starting to like this place."

Before Dukov can even think of using his other hand to pull out his gun, Jericho shoots a second round through his head and steps past the body as if he were stepping past a fresh pile of centaur dung.

"You okay, kid?" Jericho asks, holstering his weapon.

RL-3

RL-3 turns towards Dukov with a whirling buzz blade and three red eyes. An astute eye would notice a brighter flame as he peers at the despicable sack of flesh before him and asks his owner:

"What are your orders, Commander?"

#fallout 3 #butch deloria #charon #Clover #star paladin cross #dogmeat #Fawkes #Jericho #rl3 #fallout 3 companions #lone wanderer #fallout headcanons

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lookismaddict · 1 year

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. III) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: Hi everyone, and thank you for the eager responses to Rendezvous! I hope you’ll continue to look forward to the upcoming chapters. If you don’t know, I just made a Masterlist and I pinned it on my page. You can check it out any time you’d like, and I hope this makes things easier. Enjoy!

NSFW Warning: Violence and strong language/cursing.

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

After you cried in your room for the majority of the day, you went to the bathroom to wash your face. While washing up, you caught a glimpse of your reflection and saw a purple bruise on your neck, in which you realized that the bruise was actually the mark that Gun gave you.

Damn, that bastard.

You sighed as you walked back out of the bathroom and crashed onto the bed. You turned on your phone to see if you had any important messages but surprisingly, there was nothing. Not even the nurse who was in charge of taking care of your mom left a message.

Afterwards, you checked the time on your phone and it was actually time for dinner. Right away, you dreaded at the thought of seeing him after what had happened just a few hours ago.

Reluctantly, you walked out of your room and headed downstairs anticipating the uncomfortable and awkward dinner. However, when you arrived at the dining area, you saw that the food was already prepared on a plate. This time, it was steak with small potatoes and green beans which was neatly covered by plastic wrap. You saw a note that was left on top of it, so you took it and read it aloud.

“Don’t wait for me. I have urgent business to take care of. If the food is cold, just heat it in the microwave.”

You glared at the note then crumpled it in your hand while tossing it aside afterwards.

Unbelievable. Not even a sorry? And where could he have gone off to at this time?

Little did you know, Gun was actually sitting in a bar somewhere in the city of Seoul. He decided to stay there for a while since he didn’t know what to do after what just happened between the two of you.

He was lost in thought, as he decided to smoke his problems away. The bar tender saw that he was alone so he approached him and asked, “What would you like to have sir?” Gun let out an agitated sigh from his cigarette. “I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks.” The bar tender got a cocktail glass ready for him and scooped a big ball of ice into his glass, landing with a nice clink. “What kind of whiskey would you like to pair it with, sir?” He took out his cigarette from his mouth as he tapped his finger anxiously on the counter. “Give me the most expensive one you have.” The bar tender nodded as he poured the Macallan Valerio Adami 1926 into his glass then handed it to him. Right when Gun received the glass from the bar tender, he gulped down a few heavy sips of it right away as the whiskey burned into the back of his throat.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Gun turned his head to his left to see Goo take a seat right next to him. He blatantly ignored Goo who just sat down, while the bar tender asked for his order. “I’ll get whatever he’s having.” While waiting for his drink, he leaned his head onto his arm while staring at Gun with a foxy smile.

Gun took a sip from his whiskey, feeling Goo’s gaze on him.

“What is it?”

“Oh nothing, I just knew that you’d be here at some point. By the way, how’s (Y/N)?”

“She’s at my place right now.”

Goo scoffed. “And? You said that you’d turn her into a strong fighter. How’s that going?”

Gun took a puff out of his cigarette once more then sighed deeply. “Fine.”

Goo chuckled. “Doesn’t look ‘fine’ to me. Just by looking at you, you don’t look ‘fine’ either.”

The long silence in between their conversation says it all, as Gun continued to sip from his whiskey glass.

“So what happened? I’m guessing you already pulled a wrong move, which is so unlike you. I get that you’ve managed to sleep with other women to get what you want, but I didn’t take you for a romantic Gun.”

“Shut up.”

Goo’s teasing seemed to have fueled Gun’s frustration even more, which amused Goo. All this time, he’s mostly seen Gun so expressionless but ever since Gun took you in, he seemed to have changed a little. Even if it had been for a day, there was already progress to his change in character.

“Here’s your drink sir.” The bar tender handed Goo’s drink to him. Goo’s eyes lit up as he finally got to take a sip from his drink.

“I already got the impression that she won’t be easy to take in. After all, she is a woman. You learned how to not get attached to women from that stone cold heart of yours, but someday, I’m afraid that she might be your downfall.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that whatever you did, fix it before it’s too late. Do whatever you usually do, and don’t screw this up. Whatever this is, it’s only just the beginning. If you knew that she’s different from the other women who you seduced, then treat her differently. Don’t be an ass, and do it right.”

Gun smirked before downing the rest of his whiskey. He wiped the excess whiskey from his lips as he got up from his seat.

“You know, that was actually the first smartest thing that I’ve heard come out of that idiotic mouth of yours.”

Goo sneered back. “Whatever man-whore, just leave already while I’m in a good mood. The only reason why I’m giving you advice is so that I’ll be able to beat you in the end, and not some woman.”

With that, Gun left a generous stack of cash for his drink before leaving the bar. He put on his helmet before riding off into the night on his motorcycle, making his way back home. The reason why he decided to use his motorcycle for the night was so he’d be able to leave the house as quickly as possible. However, now he thought of how much of a coward he was being. Leaving you there at home all by yourself just because of some argument.

When he reached the doorsteps of his home, it was already near midnight. He wanted to morally fix the problem that he started by apologizing to you face-to-face. As he made his way inside, he went straight for the dining area to check to see if you ate the food that he made for you. When he got there, it was like he felt a pit in his stomach. The food remained untouched while the note that he wrote for you was crumpled up and was on the floor.

Gun turned around in a flash, making his way up the stairs. When he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped right in front of your door. His hand hovered in front of the door for only a second until he decided to knock a few times.

“(Y/N), I’m here. Open the door, we need to talk.”

There was no response. He knocked on it a few times again, repeating the same words. His mind was running anxiously as the words, “You fucked up.” repeated over and over again. He was contemplating whether or not he should open the door himself, since the door to your room didn’t even have a lock on it. However, he decided not to overstep your boundaries anymore after what happened today.

Gun retreated back to his room and laid down on his bed, exhausted. He stared up at the ceiling as he let his mind run wild of ideas on how to properly apologize to you, which made him scoff. He thought it was really bizarre how you made him run around anxiously, which started from something that he shouldn’t even be bothered about.

“How dare she do this to me? I can’t believe my strong resolve has been broken by a woman I just met. How the hell did I change so fast in such a short amount of time? She’s been staying here for only a day and she caused so many changes here. How unbelievable. And that slap…”

Gun touched the spot where you hit him right on his cheek. The thought of that light stinging sensation made him chuckle in delight.

“I wonder if I had toyed with her for a little longer, would she hate me enough to want to become stronger? To destroy me? Hm… I shouldn’t be thinking this way or else she might end up going towards the wrong direction. I need to keep her on my side or else the plan wouldn’t work. It’ll all come to place in due time. Right now, I need to worry about coming up with an idea on how to properly apologize.”

It took him a while to brainstorm and he couldn’t quite think of anything original than having to go out and buy you chocolates or flowers since money is out of the question. However, he didn’t realize that all that brainstorming took him all night. When he grabbed his phone to check what time it was before he decided to sleep, he saw that it was already five in the morning which was time for him to get up and make breakfast for the two of you. This man didn’t even get to sleep because of you and that annoyed him greatly.

Your alarm went off again at six in the morning, which became a daily sign that you survived another day. Your morning consisted of the usual routine. You went to the bathroom to wash your face, to brush your teeth, and use the toilet. Afterwards, you got dressed then tied your hair. You looked at your phone, and saw that it was right on the dot once again.

“Alright. I better head downstairs now or else I might get an earful from him again.”

You reached for the door handle and right when you opened it, you saw Gun standing there in front of your door.

“(Y/N), I need to talk to you about what happened yesterd-“

Without thinking, you slammed the door right in front of his face.

Shit, I can’t do this.

Last night before you went to bed early, you told yourself that you wouldn’t let whatever happened between the two of you to bother you. You already signed the contract anyways, so you couldn’t change what already happened. And so, you decided to just pretend that nothing happened and continue to act normally. It’ll do the two of you good if that happened.

You heard Gun knock a few times on the other side of the door. “Hey (Y/N), open the door. Let’s talk out here for a minute!”

You took a deep breath before opening the door again. And as you opened it, Gun continued his speech that he just came up with midway up the stairs.

“Alright, now that you’re in front of m-“

You speed-walked past him and went down the stairs. He was a bit taken aback as he had to chase after you while going down the stairs.

“Hey, just stop for a second! You know that you can’t keep this up forever!”

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you continued onward towards the dining room still maintaining the quick pace of your feet. If someone was there to watch Gun chase you down the stairs, they wouldn’t have believed their eyes at what a sight that was. Ridiculously, it was like two children playing tag. To Gun, the situation that was happening to him at that very moment was almost laughable that it pains him to succumb to you just to offer an apology. It really did make him forget why he was doing all of this and what for?

The great Jong Gun Park, who was raised by the almighty Tom Lee then became one of the 10 Geniuses adopted by Chairman Choi, had now become your babysitter. In his head, he even admitted that Eli Jang’s child, Yenna, was much more matured than you. A guy who is a part of the 1.5 generation had to currently throw all his pride away just for you. Even when he took in the position of being Crystal Choi’s bodyguard, he accepted it entirely. But right now? He really wished that he could turn back time and undo what he did so that he wouldn’t have to go through this.

Gun gritted his teeth in frustration, as he sprinted towards your direction. “Screw the speech…”

You finally made it to the dining room and was about to sit down until he grabbed onto your wrist then pulled you towards him. He grabbed onto your shoulders and held onto you tightly so you wouldn’t escape. You looked down at your feet, while trying to escape his grasp.

“Come on Gun, let’s eat already. I’m starving!” You said while awkwardly focusing on your feet.

“(Y/N), look at me.”

Gun grabbed onto your chin and held it up, directing your eyes onto his. His gaze was so intense that it was enough for you to turn your legs into jelly.

“I want to apologize properly to you. What I said yesterday was wrong and out of line. That also goes for what I physically did to you too. What I did was very unprofessional and for that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you too and for causing such an unnecessary scene. It was very unlike me to do that. And you’re right, I don’t know you so I didn’t have the right to misjudge you like that. I don’t expect you to forgive me because I don’t deserve it. I admit, I’m a really bad man…”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t think that an apology from such a man would be possible. Who knew that the usual stone cold eyes that he always had towards you, would become softer than usual? His apology seemed sincere enough for him to admit his own mistakes and for that, you took one of his hand into yours then said…

“I forgive you.”

Gun’s eyes widened in response to your forgiveness. He was already waiting for the consequences and thought that you’d ask him to break the deal right away, and then leave immediately. For some reason, he felt relieved that you have forgiven him. However, it wasn’t because of the deal not breaking. It was something else, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the actual reason for it. It remained a mystery to him.

“I forgive you for apologizing properly, so I’ll let this one slide.” You let go of his hand while smiling up at him. “However, I might not be so forgiving if you pull something like that again.”

“Alright, noted.”

Finally, you took your seat at the table while Gun does the same on his end. There were plate covers on both of your plates. Curiously, you took yours off which revealed a plate full of pancakes with a drizzle of syrup on it. Berries were plated on the side of them with a side of whipped cream as if they were there to add a bit of decor. This time, you noticed that he put a bit of effort into the breakfast that he made due to the beautiful presentation and it made you feel touched.

“Pancakes? Wow Gun, I didn’t take you to be excellent wife-material.”

“Just shut up and eat.”

His face remained expressionless as he dug into his own creation. You giggled, while taking a bite out of yours too. You didn’t want to pry him any further with the teasing, since you didn’t want to expose him into any more embarrassment than he already had that morning.

While eating, you realized that you still didn’t know much about this man who’s having breakfast right across from you. You wanted to get to know him more, so you decided to ask him some questions.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. How come you live on your own like this? I mean, I assume that rich people have maids or butlers. How come you don’t have anyone to help you out around the house?”

“It’s because I don’t need others to take care of my belongings for me.”

“Hm… really? Is that all?”

Gun took a sip from a glass of water he had near him without saying anything else. Your eyes squinted directly at him, knowing that he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.

“Alright… next question. Since you’re training me to become your number one Power Ranger, who am I really up against? You only mentioned that there are four great powers in Korea and I have no idea who they are.”

You watched as he silently sliced a piece of his pancake then ate it. “Actually, they’re gangs. Right now, they dominate four main parts of South Korea. Their territories are separated by the Han River. From there, there’s a different crew that lies in the North, South, East, and West of the country. In the North is God Dog. They reside in Gangbuk. Originally, their name was K-House which ran by a guy named Jin Jang but was defeated by a kid named Johan Seong. Johan, however, lost his title as leader because of his poor leadership. In the South is the Workers crew. The way they operate is more matured and sophisticated compared to the other crews, building on the idea of ‘money is power’ with their corporate ideals. Do you remember that building that I dropped Goo off at?”

“Yeah, what was it called again? One… MCN?”

“Yes, that building in Gangnam is where the Workers hold one of their main branches. On the outside, they are a popular streaming business that are in charge of famous content creators in today’s society. But on the inside, it’s much more than that.”

“Woah, really? Wait a minute. You mentioned that they’re all gangs? Then they must be doing some shady things behind the scenes then.”

“Well yes, you could say that.”

In all honesty, you started to gain interest in the four big crews while Gun was explaining each of them. While listening intently, you stuffed your mouth full of berries and started munching on them silently.

“Now, the East of the Han River in Gangdong is where the territory of a crew called Hostel is at. This crew takes in minors without homes, in which they believe to be ‘one big family’. Another kid named Eli Jang, was the main founder of Hostel. He is a capable leader at best, until he disappeared since he now has a daughter named Yenna. One of his friends, Olly Wang, became leader of Hostel and ran it in his absence. However, due to unfortunate circumstances, he no longer holds the position as leader and now Eli Jang became leader again.”

Your curiosity peaked as you asked, “Why? What happened to Olly Wang?”

Gun gave you a mean scowl, indicating that you just asked something that was not meant to be asked.

Geez (Y/N), why do you have to be so slow?

You cleared your throat, as you directed the conversation back on track.

“A-anyways… What about the last crew?”

After Gun finished his plate clean, he wiped the sides of his mouth with a napkin before delivering the next piece of information about the crews.

“The last crew lies West of the Han in Gangseo. They called themselves Big Deal. The origin of how the gang was formed remains a mystery, but a guy named Sinu Han became their leader at one point. He changed the crew’s ideals just for the sake of protecting a street that he grew up in. Although, their crew did have some major history. When Sinu Han was leader, he recruited two kids who were at some point, strong and important. One of the kids who he took in was Gapryong Kim’s son, Jake Kim. He’s a son of a very infamous gangster back in the day, as his father was known to have dominated the 0 generation of gangsters. Jake Kim eventually took over as leader after he released Sinu Han from his position as leader because he heard that Big Deal was being sold to the Workers at that time. That moron didn’t understand what was going on in the shadows, in which Sinu actually sacrificed himself by selling himself to become a part of the Workers. But Jake remained loyal to Big Deal and to Sinu Han, I’ll give him that. However, his foolishness landed himself in prison…”

While Gun was talking, you observed how much he was frowning while talking about this Jake guy. You wondered if they both had history together.

“How did he land himself behind bars?”

Gun crossed his arms as he grimaced. “It’s because he’s a fool. If he would have done what he was told-“

“Wait, don’t tell me YOU were involved in his arrest?!”

Gun let out an aggravated sigh. “No, I wasn’t. It was his own mistake that landed him in jail.”

“But how-“

“Moving on. Eventually, Jake Kim successfully brought back Sinu Han from one of the main branches of the Workers and that’s that. The second kid that Sinu Han took in was also capable too. The kid’s name was Samuel Seo. When he was a middle schooler, he managed to control high schoolers who had power. I admit, that was impressive of him. However, compared to Jake Kim, Samuel Seo was much fiercer than him and that kid played dirtier. But when Big Deal started to fall apart, he left Big Deal to start his own gang.”

“Huh? Why did he leave?”

“I realized that he really had an obvious inferiority complex. It was all because Jake was the main character. He should’ve known that from the very start. If he kept holding onto that inferiority complex of his, he’ll never be a strong leader like Jake Kim.”

“Hey, that’s a bit harsh.”

“I’m just stating the facts. That stupid motherfucker…”

Gun looked down at his empty plate then took another sip from his glass of water as if he had a really big migraine. You noticed how the talk of the four big crews must’ve brought back unpleasant memories.

“So… what happened to Samuel?”

“He became part of the Workers crew but we’ll see how long that’ll last. Knowing him…”

Gun suddenly got out of his seat then took his own plate to put it in the dishwasher. You followed him, as you took your finished plate then put it in the dishwasher after him.

I guess I’ll get to ask him more questions later. Hold on… when was there a dishwasher?

“Hey, why didn’t you tell me that you have a dishwasher all this time?”

“It’s because I thought you’d be able to quickly wash a single bowl, but I guess not. The dishwasher might be even quicker than you so just put it in there next time. Now come on. We need to begin training.”

You glared at him as he walked in front of you into the backyard, where training began.

And he’s never going to let go of that stupid bowl.

Training with Gun was starting to improve your skills even more. This time, he wanted you to focus on your kicks. While instructing you on how to kick properly, you watched him kick the side of a tree trunk over and over again. Switching from right to left, and left to right, your eyes remained focused. You watched him shift his body while he kicks, turning his torso at a certain angle which helped improve his powerful kicks while utilizing his weight as key. The way he motioned his leg was like a straight arrow, aiming at his target effortlessly with skill.

Now it was your turn to practice. Instead of using the Makiwara, he told you to come at him with multiple kicks while he dodges and blocks you. He demanded you to come at him as if he was your enemy, with a combination of those punches that you learned from him yesterday. Or better yet, pretend that he was one of those thugs that you faced off with from that bar a few days ago.

Oh, it would be my pleasure. Time to get him back for that bowl.

The two of you stood a few feet away from each other then readied your fighting positions. Gun told you that he’d count down from three and once he hits one, it’s time to attack with everything you’ve got.

During that moment, you prepared yourself.

“Three.”

You cracked your knuckles in the process of the countdown.

“Two.”

You stretched your legs and arms nonchalantly while waiting for that last second.

“One.”

With a step of speed, your movements was like a cheetah going after its prey. You dashed towards him so fast that it only took him a second to block your incoming attacks. You aimed a kick to his head, but then he dodged him. However, your kick was enough for him to skid a few feet away from you.

“Is that the best you got?”

You gritted your teeth in annoyance.

“Don’t look down on me just yet…”

You ran towards him once more with your fist out, ready to strike. Gun starts to notice an obvious pattern from your movements. The problem with your attacks was that they were easy to read. Even though you managed to copy the moves he taught you from the basics, you still needed to apply it with stealth so that your opponent wouldn’t be able to read your next move. However, that wasn’t the case when you fought with an actual thug in that alleyway. So why were you not fighting like that time?

Your blows were blocked by Gun’s arms as you continuously threw your punches head on. You were frustrated at yourself since you couldn’t manage to even break his balance or watch him fall. Gun could see the same frustration that he had on your face as well, which made him realize why you weren’t giving it your all. It was because you had a soft mindset. Originally, you weren’t a fighter so you didn’t have that competitive mindset yet. You only felt the feeling of having to survive under certain conditions in order to bring that fighting spirit out of you. As a result, he thought of a plan to get you to attack him more seriously.

“What are you doing?! You’re not trying hard enough! I can even read your movements!”

Sweat started to trickle down the sides of your head due to the over exertion of body movement and the heat under the sun. You felt yourself getting tired, but you thought to yourself that you couldn’t back down just yet. Not until he isn’t standing anymore.

I need to find a way to attack when he least expects it, but how…?

You stood there for a few seconds still trying to catch your breath until your eyes lit up with a new kind of determination.

Yes, that should work. Here goes nothing…

Gun was waiting for you to move as he stood there, staring at you intently. He noticed the new look in your eyes, as he eagerly prepared himself for what’s about to come. “This should be good.” He mumbled to himself while readying his fighting position.

With a new burst of energy, you dashed towards him one last time. You finally came up with a strategy that might carry you to success.

Don’t think. Just fight.

Gun’s eyes were on yours, watching them to see where you’ll be attacking him next. Once again, you came for him with your fist raised, prepared to jab him. When he saw your eyes shift to your left, he smirked already anticipating what was going to happen. He reacted as he shifted his body more towards your left to block your attack.

“Too slo-“

In actuality, you didn’t go that way. You ran past him in the opposite direction, attacking him from behind with a straight backwards kick to his back. However, even when he was caught off guard for a second, he matched your speed by turning his body around to his right then blocked your back kick with both of his arms crossed in an “X” formation in front of him. The powerful impact on his arms sent him flying a bit until he regained his posture when he landed cleanly back onto the ground.

You turned around quickly while you tried to regain your balance after the attempt to kick him. When you saw that he was caught off guard and that you successfully ruined his balance for only a second, you smiled in satisfaction.

Finally, I did it.

The unfamiliar feeling of your heart racing, from fighting became exhilarating to you. You realized that it was like a new high to you. You wondered if this was what thugs felt when they fight with each other. Was it the sense of adrenaline coursing through your body?

“Well done. I’m surprised by how much you’ve exponentially improved in such a short amount of time.”

Gun walked towards you and gave a genuine smile of satisfaction. He is now rest assured that training you have produced signs of progress.

You’ve never seen that side of him before. Seeing him smile actually made you blush a bit. Who knew that he could be so attractive when he smiles like that? Almost warm. You’ve always seen him being a douche or as a strict grumpy old man. But this? You wished you had a camera in your hands right about now so that you could take a picture of that perfect smile and then frame it. After all, you don’t know if you’ll be able to see it again in the future.

“Alright. Now do fifty punches and fifty kicks. Do them properly this time.”

Well that didn’t last long.

While having lunch with Gun, this time it was him that started the conversation.

“I forgot to mention the monthly payment that you’ll be receiving. By the end of each month, you’ll be receiving money from me. However, I’d like to confirm the amount again. You said seventy thousand yen, right?”

While eating a piece of the chicken breast on your plate, you replied with a hesitant tone.

“Yeah…?”

“Alright, that can be arranged.”

“Okay…”

Awkward silence once again filled the room.

“You know, you’re not really good at starting conversations.”

Gun frowned while eating his food. “What is there to even talk about? I don’t know what women are into nowadays. Other than makeup, ridiculous dramas, new clothing, accessories, and shoes, I really don’t know.”

“Dude, really? That’s all you think women are into? You must be joking.”

“I wouldn’t know because I’m obviously a man.”

“Okay, so what are your interests?”

“Hm… Money, power, expensive things, designer clothing, luxury vehicles, martial arts, and strong fighters.”

“Ah yes, how very ‘alpha male’ of you. Apparently, you forgot cooking.”

“I only cook to live and it’s not really in my best interests. What about you? Judging from your tone about what I think of women’s interests, that isn’t what you’re into?”

“Well, no. I’m not materialistic like you. I like music, art, books, food, games, nature, and just being with the people I care about is enough for me to be happy.”

“I see. Then, why did you come here to South Korea if you’re not into money?”

“It’s for my mom. Actually, she’s sick…”

Gun looked up from his plate as he noticed a hint of sadness in your eyes while you were staring off into space. You were in a daze from remembering all of the hardships you went through. Your mom’s hospitalization. Being mistreated by classmates. Working all those part-time jobs trying to earn a living. He somewhat regretted bringing up your financial problem again so he offered his apologies. It was the only right thing he could possibly think of to try and dismiss the tension in the room.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried again into your personal issues.”

Your eyes shifted to him as you apologetically shook your head.

“Oh no, I should be the one who’s sorry. I must’ve made you uncomfortable from the sad atmosphere.”

“Not at all.”

Gun suddenly got up from his seat, putting his used dish into the dishwasher.

“I’ll be leaving right now. I have some important matters to take care of.”

“Oh, okay. When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back, so don’t wait for me. When it’s time to eat, just heat up something that’s already been prepared in the fridge.”

“Okay, will do.”

You followed him out to the front door then waved him goodbye. He nodded at you, confirming that he’ll be taking his leave before shutting the door behind him. Since Gun had left, you weren’t sure of what to do so you decided to just sit around in the lounge area and watch TV which lasted for a while. You were intrigued by the different shows they had in Korea as you watched hours of reality shows and Korean dramas.

“So this is what he was talking about. Man, this is bad. I might get addicted to these.”

Your eyes turned to a nearby clock right above the flat screen TV, realizing that it was already dinner time.

“I hope he doesn’t mind if I eat while watching at the same time.”

You did as he had informed you by heating up the food in the microwave, then came back to the couch to watch your addictive dramas. Your eyes were so hooked to the TV, that you forgot to put your dish in the dishwasher after you ate as you naturally drifted off to sleep.

Gun came back at around midnight once again, feeling annoyed and exhausted by Goo’s presence all night. He had to accompany Goo to take care of some unimportant crew-related business. However, while he was out, all Goo ever brought up was you. He was curious about how your progress was going and what you and Gun have been doing while you were staying at his house. Just the constant teasing from Goo made the bashing of crew members’ heads much easier. Before Gun had to part ways from Goo, Goo waved him goodbye while saying, “Tell (Y/N) I said hi, and that we should get coffee sometime soon!” This made Gun even more irritated. He didn’t even turn around to look at him as he replied back with, “Just shut the fuck up, and piss off already.”

When he entered his house, he was surprised to see you sitting on the couch while the TV was on. He could only see the back of your head from where he was standing and he saw that you didn’t even put your dish in the dishwasher like he told you to.

“Oh great. Another one that I have to deal with.”

Suddenly, he walked towards you heated, ready to give you a piece of his mind.

“Hey, (Y/N)! What did I tell you-”

Your eyes were closed, sleeping peacefully on the couch. When he saw that you were in deep slumber, he sighed while turning off the TV. He grabbed your plate then put it in the dishwasher for you. After that, he came back to you then tried shaking you awake but you wouldn’t budge. You were a heavy sleeper.

With that, Gun decided to pick you up bridal-style and carry your unconscious self out from the couch then up the stairs towards your room. While carrying you, he snuck a few glances at your relaxed state. Your delicate face, your long eyelashes, your slender nose, and those plump lips of yours was all too irresistible to not look at. He even spotted the mark that he gave you from that one time which made him feel unusual that he had to compose himself even while you were sleeping.

When he got to your room, he set you down gently onto your bed then slowly pulled the covers over your body. He kneeled over your bed to fix your hair by gently brushing the strands of hair away from your face while watching you sleep so peacefully.

“You are such a handful, making me carry you into your room while I’m the one who should be in bed by now. How can I even handle a woman like you?”

His eyes focused on your facial features until they went south, down to where that hickey was on your neck. He traced his finger lightly on the mark that he made on your delicate skin. Suddenly, he drew his hand back away from you in alarm then immediately stood up.

“What the hell am I doing? Have I gone crazy?”

Gun then walked towards the door to turn the door knob. He took one last glance at you sleeping before silently closing the door behind him.

[End of Ch. III]

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Someone great 💚P21💚

Loki x Divorced! Female Reader

18+ | contains a lil smut

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Opening your eyes, you pulled away with a disgusted expression painting your features. You wiped your lips thoroughly as if they had just been contaminated with some sort of lethal chemical. You stopped yourself from gagging, standing to your feet and stepping away from Bucky as he stood up too. You felt overwhelmingly nauseous, incredibly sick at the audacity of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Don’t you ever EVER do that to me again or I swear to god I’ll get a restraining order.” You spat, speaking before Bucky could.

“Y/n—”

“I’m not your wife, your girlfriend or your friend for that matter so stop with this there for my girls bullshit because I’ve had enough of it, enough of you.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “You’re going to leave and you can come back in the morning.” You instructed.

“Y/n, please—”

“Leave” you cut him off “and by the way, me and Loki aren’t fucking, we’re having passionate loving sex because I love him” you began, taking a step towards Bucky “I love Loki.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched at your words as he looked down at you for a few moments before finally breaking eye contact and stepping away from you. You released a breath as he did so. He turned away, beginning to walk off before he paused as if he was going to speak again before you did.

“And tell Alexis before I do, she deserves more than a cheating bastard.” And with that, Bucky left.

You made your way back towards the coffee machine before making one and taking it with you to see Olivia before you settled for the night. Reaching her room, you placed the coffee down before kissing her on the forehead and whispering a goodnight. You still felt terrible, how could you not have known something was wrong? Despite what everyone said, you felt like an incompetent mother. You took your coffee out with you as you made your way towards the accommodation rooms before taking your phone out and debating whether or not you should text Loki. You had ruined things with him, perfect things. You practically sided with Bucky earlier and completely shut him out. He didn’t deserve that, he deserved better. What a great start to your relationship you sighed inwardly.

Sitting on the bed, you began typing a message to Loki but deciding to delete it before sending it. You went through a vicious cycle of typing out a message, only to backspace the whole thing and exit the chat. What if he didn’t want to speak to you? What if he wanted the relationship to end? You felt deeply connected to him now, you loved him, you couldn’t picture your life without him in it now and now things were ruined. You wished you had realised sooner, admitted your feelings to him sooner. You typed out a simple I love you message before backspacing again as you remembered his reaction to when it accidentally slipped out last weekend. He didn’t seem like he reciprocated your feelings. You didn’t deny that he liked you but loved, that was pushing it too far. You decided that you’d forget about the whole Loki situation at least until after you and Liv were back at home. Putting your phone down, you swapped it for your coffee before you got a notification.

Loki💚: Hope you’re okay :)

You smiled as you read the message. Wasting no time, you called him.

“Y/n” he began, answering the phone almost instantly.

“Loki I’m so sor—” you cut him off.

“Don’t—” he answered.

“No I need to—”

“No don’t” he stated again before taking a deep breath “it’s fine, I understand you’re going through a difficult time and I’m sorry that—”

“You don’t need to apologise Loki.” You interjected incredulously. There were a few moments of silence, both of you pondering on what to say next before he finally spoke.

“Do you need me to bring you anything?” He offered.

“You Loki, I need you.”

“I’m on my way.”

You hung up the phone, unable to contain your small smile. Yes, you were overjoyed that Loki was coming but it didn’t change the situation you were in. It did however make you feel less alone, better, knowing that you hadn’t completely ruined things with him and that he was willing to be there for you. You wondered if it was better to just stay friends with him, at least you wouldn’t have to worry about feelings getting in the way or another stupid argument jeopardising things. If you were just friends, you’d always be that and he’d always be in your life. That was better. A promise to always be there. You could learn to fall out of love with him, to at least suppress you’re feelings for him. To remain friends. That’s what you’d be, well, it’s what you thought you’d be as you paced the room thinking until you looked up seeing Loki standing there and you knew it was too late, you were too far gone, you were deeply in love with him. Your heart told you so when it started to beat faster. Your brain told you so as it quietened down, only focusing on Loki. Your body told you so when you began stepping towards him, wrapping your arms tightly round him as he hugged you keenly, kissing the top of your head. This felt like home, not Buckys embrace but Lokis.

“How did you get here so quickly?” You finally queried, lifting your head from his chest.

“I stayed in the carpark incase you needed me to bring you anything or drop you home or something.” He replied, his hand smoothing up and down your arm.

“Your lip.” You gasped, seeing it cut before noticing his nose looking a little banged up too.

“Does it make me look more intimidating?” He chuckled.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” You laughed, grabbing his hand and directing him to the bed. The best part about being injured in a hospital was the access to first aid kits. You grabbed some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol before cleaning away the dry blood on Lokis face with it. You stood between his legs as you dabbed at his face, your eyes occasionally meeting. Once you had finished with his lip, you dried them before kissing them softly.

“Thank you.” He spoke against your lips once you broke the kiss.

“Will you stay here with me tonight?” You asked, unsure whether or not he’d say yes.

“Of course.” He nodded.

“And I need to tell you something.” You added, brushing your lips against his.

“Mhmm?”

“I love you Loki Laufeyson.” You finally admitted properly, unsure what his answer would be and not really caring. You loved him and you had to tell him. His next move surprised you as you yelped, being pulled onto his lap as he kissed you passionately, his tongue pushing past yours.

“I love you more.” He answered before kissing you again. You were certain his admittance was more welcomed than Buckys one on your wedding day. You changed your position so that you were straddling Loki as you continued to kiss. His hands moved over the sides of your body, under your shirt before he lifted it over your head, his lips exploring your exposed chest. You rolled your hips against his, his evident erection poking at your core. You really did feel wicked now knowing that you were about to literally get railed in a hospital but you were too madly in love to care plus Loki was literally rolling one of your nipples between his fingers as he licked the other one, rational thought had left you quicker than your first boyfriend did when you pranked him saying you were pregnant.

“I love you.” You spoke in Lokis ear as his hips rocked against yours, filling you slowly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You softly scratched his scalp, revelling in the sensation as he repeated it, lifting his head to kiss your lips. His movements were so slow, so consuming, it was crazy to think that this wasn’t even the first time you had had sex with him today and yet now it felt completely different, as if there were higher stakes. You wrapped your legs around his hips, needing to feel him closer, wanting to stay enveloped by him. Once you both finally came, it was intense, gratifying and one of the best orgasms you had ever had, all things aside. You and Loki both laid in the bed, wrapped around one another as you continued scratching his scalp.

“I want there to be no secrets between us so I should tell you that Bucky kissed me earlier.” You admitted. Lokis jaw clenched for a second before he kissed you softly.

“Well then I’ll have to replace his kiss with a hundred of mine.” He smiled against your lips. He knew there was no point getting angry now, that wasn’t the focus. The focus was you, your daughter; his new family.

Uncle Thor time soon 😂 y/n’s daughter is in hospital and she’s like getting railed in the next room

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shivunin · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel💗! Tagging in turn @dungeons-and-dragon-age @daggerbean @ndostairlyrium and @inquisimer no pressure as always c: I've largely been working on a BG3 backstory things now that I've finally finished the game, but here is a bit more of the Hawke in the Fade fic. Here, Hawke's friends have gathered for a sort of last farewell. It's brutal, but I had a lot of fun writing Carver and Fenris in this scene. Their dynamic is working out to be a lot of the backbone of this fic so far and I'm really enjoying seeing where that goes.

“Decided to show up after all?” he asked.

Fenris stopped just inside Carver’s field of vision. Carver didn’t bother to straighten up.

“Didn’t have something more important to do?” he went on, abruptly seething.

He thought of the letters he’d received these past months. M had gone from her usual mischievous self to an increasingly brittle version, as if the effort to keep up the facade had started to strain her, and then…

Sometimes, I wonder if there really is a curse on our family, she’d said in that last letter. It doesn’t seem fair, does it? I swear to you that I am doing everything that I can, but it feels rather like one of those nightmares where you’re running and running and your feet never move.

Carver, if anything happens to me—I have no right to ask it, but will you please look after Fenris? I don’t know what he’ll do if I’m hurt, and you have a more level head these days. I can’t help but feel like something is going to happen, like those last days in Kirkwall before the end. It looms over me.

Tell Aveline I’ll see you both soon, alright? she’d said.

I don’t want either of you to worry, she’d said.

Well. Carver was feeling plenty of things, but he couldn’t say that worry was one of them.

“Didn’t feel like taking any more trips across Thedas?” he went on, because fuck him, because he’d said he would be there for her and he’d lied, because Carver wanted Fenris to hurt like he was hurting and he—

He was just standing there. Looking at Carver, as if he’d never seen him before and wasn’t enjoying the experience now.

“What, nothing to say?” Carver snarled, straightening at last. “You aren’t even going to pretend you gave a shit about her?”

“Carver, please—” Sebastian began from inside the house, but it was too late. Fenris had shifted into a slightly different stance, one Carver recognized at once, and his rage turned to a sick sort of relief. At last, this—this was something he knew. Grieving M was wrong, was foreign and unwelcome, but this?

This was something he understood very well.

“Say that again,” Fenris said in a low, rough voice.

Carver spread his hands, Warden armor winking in the dim light through the clouds. What a relief it was to be angry. What a relief it would be to punch the bastard right in the chin.

“You fucked her and ran away once,” he said. “Don’t know why she was surprised when you did it again.”

He barely managed to finish the last word before the elf was on him, a fist driving into the unshielded space at his ribs. Carver managed himself well enough in turn, he thought. He threw a punch at Fenris’s jaw and kneed him hard in the gut before he was unbalanced enough to fall to the mud and muck below. Perhaps Fenris would have kicked him then; perhaps he would have fallen upon him with fists and elbows. Neither of them had a chance to find out, because Varric was abruptly there.

Maker, but he looked a decade older than he had when Carver’d last seen him.

“Stop this,” he said. Carver turned his head and spat blood onto the earth beside him.

It was still drizzling. The rain fell quickly enough that it blended with the blood until it all looked like nothing at all.

When he looked up again, Fenris stood some two feet away, hands loose and bloodied. He didn’t look angry. He looked…

“You look like her,” Fenris said, his voice ragged.

“Piss off,” Carver said, and—as if he hadn’t been hearing the same cursed thing his whole life—tears stung his eyes.

Fuck that. He wasn’t going to cry over her. M wouldn’t have wanted that. Instead, he scrubbed his hand over his face and levered himself to his feet. Varric tucked the hand he’d offered away again and sighed.

“Let’s get on with things,” he said.

What else could they do? Just what he’d done after Bethany and Father and Mother. Exactly what he’d done after losing half the Wardens he’d ever known to some fool’s errand in the desert.

Get on with it.

#wip wednesday #hawke in the fade #fenhawke #oh man. idk what to tag here #grief #family death cw #shivunin scrivening #maria hawke #tbc i do think carver grows into his own after he leaves the scene in kirkwall #but i also think there are plenty of people who fall easily into old habits in times of great stress or grief #and that's definitely what's happening here

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Cool Your Jets- Ch. 4: Out And About (Riff x newcomer)

As I make my way home, I keep kicking myself for ever think’n that Riff was anyth’n but a stubborn, insensitive jerk! How can he say that about the Puerto Ricans? Why does he wanna fight just because of some dumb turf? There’s more to life than-

I stop, and I remember what Riff had said about losing his family.

Maybe the Jets is all he has.

He’s in the same spot I’m in, except he has a family-a sorts to back him up. I’m just… me.

I keep walk’n, and then come to terms that I’ve got no clue where I am. Gee, brilliant move Marilyn. Foist night in the city and I’m already lost. I keep walk’n down alley after alley, and all-a them look the same-

“Maria…” I hear someone sing.

Huh?

I poke my head out and see Tony waltz’n through a basketball court.

“Say it loud and there's music playing!

Say it soft and it's almost like praying!

Maria...

I'll never stop saying Maria!”

His face shows a look of awestruck luv sickness. Aw, I hope he and Maria get together- they seem like a cute couple, if only Bernardo wasn’t so harsh on Maria. At least Tony has someone…

“Hola, señorita.” A dark voice calls from behind me.

I turn around and find a ragged-look’n guy hold’n a beer bottle. He’s obviously drunk, and I can tell from his gaze that he’s got more than friendship on his mind.

Ignoring his drunken rambling, I swiftly walk away towards a street sign in hopes of find’n my way home-

“Hey!” The drunk comes up behind me and tries to grab me. “I was talk’n to ya, bitch!”

“Get away, creep!” I punch his lights out and sprint off, look’n for anywhere to hide-

“Over here!” I turn and spot Riff in another alley. I’m still mad at him, but I’ll take my chances compared to the guy behind me! When I get closer I notice he’s alone.

“Hey chica. ‘S that bastard bother’n you?”

I lean against the brick wall to catch my breath. “Yeah… but- but I don’t think he’s gonna catch me.”

Riff chuckles. “Yeah, I saw that guy go down for the count. Nice punch! So, them PRs finally leave ya alone?” His smile fades and he seems to be sulking.

My jaw tightens. “They’re not bad people, Riff. They’re my friends. And if you all weren’t always fighting then maybe you’d like them too.”

Riff just grunts. “So where’d Tony head off to?”

I pause. Maria trusts me with her secret, and I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t worried for my new friend. Tony seems like a nice guy, much nicer than Riff, but I still have my doubts.

“No clue. Last I saw he was headed to a place called Doc’s.”

“Hm. So… ya got any evening plans?”

I huff. “Uh, yeah. They ended up ruined after a jerk and his gang decided to fight my friends,” I say dryly.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” Riff walks up closer and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Could the jerk make it up to ya by taking you out?”

My eyes widen. “Like a… a…”

“Marilyn, I’d like to take you on a date,” Riff confirms, a smile spread’n across his face.

“Won’t Grazi be a little upset?” I give him a pointed look.

“I think you saw up close and personal that she don’t noth’n to do with me anymore.”

“Ah, I get it. Done with one dame and onto the next!” I put my hands on my hips. “You sure work fast, Jet Boy. But I ain’t gonna be just anodda goil for you to parade around with and then toss away.”

“Hey, it ain’t like that! Honest! I’ve been ‘round Grazi ‘cause Tony was gone, but now that he’s back he don’t want her back. But…” He sighs nervously and scratches his neck. “I donno… When I met you ya seemed like a nice gal, and I really wanna get to know you bedda. Please, just gimme a chance?” He begs.

I stare at the wall. Could he really be a nice guy? Could I get him to stop all this violence? Even if I don’t like him at foist, it’d be a smart move to be on good terms with both gang leaders, for Maria and Tony’s sake.

“Ok,” I face Riff and give him a nod. “I’ll let you take me out. But, no rumbles or any talk-a fighting during a date!”

Riff’s uneasy eyes widen and he smiles as he takes my hand. “You won’t regret this, Marilyn. I promise.”

“I bedda not,” I smirk.

“Can I call ya Lynnie?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I still will.”

“You’re insufferable!” I groan.

I take Riff’s arm and let him lead me down the dimly-lit streets, unsure about how to make city small-talk. Instead I busy myself by look’n at all the giant buildings.

I hear Riff snicker. “Impressed?”

“Say what you want, Jet Boy. I ain’t used to noth’n like this! In the country the tallest tree hold noth’n up to these skyscrapers!”

He smirks. “Just wait, beautiful. I’ll show you someth’n so big that you’ll never wanna leave.”

I stiffen up and look at Riff with wide eyes. “Um… and what does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Riff walks me to a part of town that’s in the middle between the newer and crumbling buildings. He points to a ladder leaned against a 4-story brick building. “Follow me up, but don’t open your eyes ‘till I say so.”

He starts up, leaving me flabbergasted.

“So I’m just supposed to blindly climb a ladder? Why don’t I just fall now and break my neck?” I outburst sarcastically.

“Just climb up, Lynnie!” Riff calls from the roof.

Against my better judgment, I begin my ascent up the ladder. When I get to the middle I look out and all I can see is dusty, crumbling buildings surrounded by smoke. Also- yikes it’s high up here!

“Um… Riff…”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Afraid-a heights?” Riff laughs above me.

“I’m used to climbing trees, Jet Boy! Not this!”

“What’s the difference?”

“Trees have limbs to grab. If I fall here I’m just a splat on the pavement!” I keep climb’n, and when I go to look down again I feel a hand grab mine.

“C’mon, Lynnie. Almost there!” Riff says encouragingly.

I reach the top and Riff takes my other hand to pull me up, and in do’n so I stumble into him. We both stagger back and go to lean against a wall, with me lean’n on Riff’s back. I look up at him, only to find him look’n down at me with a goofy smirk on his face.

“Bit eager, are we?”

I groan and push away. “You wish, Jet boy.”

“Now hold on a sec!” He grabs my hand again and puts another over my eyes. “I wanna show you the best part.”

“You mean there’s more than just rubble?” I jab at him.

“You’ll see.”

I do my best to navigate blindly without tripping again, but eventually my patience grows thin.

“Riff I swear to God if you’re take’n me on some wild goose chase-!”

“Here we are,” I feel Riff take his hand away from my eyes and put both hands on my hips, which causes heat to rush into my face. Thankfully it’s too dark for Riff to see my embarrassing blush.

But what I can see is the city, and it’s gorgeous! We’re at the back of the roof, and up so high that I can see the magnificent, gleaming skyscrapers dotted throughout the blooming city. The clear sky allows for bright stars to provide the astonishing structures with an incredible background.

My jaz drops and all I can do is stare. “Wow…”

“This place is the only spot left without any construction. I go here to think, ya know? Just… forget everyth’n.”

I nod. “Back home, I’d always go to the river near our house. It was so loud I’d just let my thoughts melt away into the noise. I guess by be’n in tha city ya don’t need to worry ‘bout noise.”

Riff chuckles. “Yeah it’s a mess out there.”

“One day it’ll all be behind me, and I can forget about everyth’n,” I whisper.

Riff’s tone immediately changes. “What? You’re leave’n? Ya just got here!”

I scoff. “I never wanted to come here in the foist place, Jet boy.”

“What about it? Ya got to meet me,” he smirks.

I roll my eyes and dramatically spread my arms. “Oh, yes. I’ve met Riff, the rough ‘nd tough Jet leader! My life is complete!”

“Hey!”

“Sorry Riff, but to me life’s worth more than territory. I just wanna go someplace where nobody can hurt me or tell me what to do.”

“New York could be that place,” Riff says with a hint of hope.

I chuckle.

“They say folks is dyin' to get here

Me, I'm dyin' to get away

To a little town out west

That's spankin' new.

And while I ain't never been there

I can see it clear as day

If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too.”

Riff’s eyebrows shoot up and I can’t help but laugh.

“What? Ya never thought I could sing, didja?” I inch closer and hold up 2 fingers to close Riff’s eyes.

“What the Hell-?” He grunts in surprise.

“Close your eyes,

Come with me.

Where it's clean and green and pretty.

And they went and made a city outta clay.

Why, the minute that ya get there

Folks'll walk right up and say

"Welcome home, son

Welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops,

Splittin' rails,

Swappin' tales around the fire.

'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day…

Soon your friends are more like family,

And they's beggin' you to stay!

Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet

In Santa Fe.” I sing sadly.

Riff looks confused. “Lynnie, the Jets are a family. And your family, if you’ll let us.” Riff takes my hand and looks deep at me. “We’s so used to be’n unwanted so we made our own family- just say the word and you can be in that family too.”

“Or… You could all move west,” I suggest.

“What?” Riff’s face scrunches.

“Think ‘bout it! Lots-a territory, nobody press’n up against you. If you ain’t got sturdy roots here than what’s the point-a stay’n?

“Santa Fe,

You can bet!

We won't let them bastards beat us.

We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square.

There's a life that's worth the livin',

And I'm gonna do my share!

Work the land, chase the sun,

Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!

Watch me stand!

Watch me run…” I trail off and stand up to look at the sunset, and wonder if it looks any bedda out west. Meanwhile Riff still has a somber look on his face.

“I… I do got roots here, Marilyn. Or at least remains of ‘em. My…” He trails off, then seems to rethink. “Never mind.”

I frown and go to sit next to him. “It’s ok, Riff. If you don’t wanna tell me I understand, ‘s just that I never thought you had a family since ya always boast ‘bout the Jets ‘nd all.”

Riff nods. “Yeah, the Jets are my family. This here-” He holds up the chain around his neck, and I can see now that there’s a pendant attached to it. “This was my dad’s. ‘S got the Lorton family crest on it. That’s me name, Gariff Lorton. I always thought that sounded crummy, so I’ve just went by Riff. Our family used to be someth’n to be proud of, back when we was in the bootlegging business. But after the feds shut up all the mobs we’s gone downhill, and then my old man drank himself to death.”

This sudden exposition leaves me feeling soft towards the Jet leader, and in the back-a my head I’m thankful to have grown up in a stable family.

“Wh- What about your mother?”

“Died when I was 5. Me dad’s drinking made her get depressed, ‘til one day she kissed me goodnight, walked right off the balcony and plummeted to her death.”

My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh Jesus, Riff… I’m so sorry.”

He keeps nodding his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve hoid all the sympathy talk. Folks hear this and they either pity me or just blame my upbringing on my ‘bad bahavior.’ Believe me, toots, it ain’t my foist rodeo.”

At this I wrap my arms around the stern gang leader, determined to show him that I ain’t just say’n stuff. He seems surprised at foist, but then snakes his arms around me so that we’re both snug up against a crate, staring out at the big city.

“I really do care, Riff. And if you don’t believe me, just know that family means everyth’n to me. It ain’t someth’n I’d kid around about.”

Riff don’t answer. Instead, he just keeps look’n at me as if I’m gonna say ‘just kidding!’ or ‘I'm just mess’n with ya!’ But when Riff sees I’m serious he smiles. Not a big, wide smile, but a small, grateful one.

“I knew when I saw you that you was special.”

I huff. “I ain’t special, I’s just look’n out for anyone odda than myself. Life hasn’t given me much, so I godda do what I can.” I look up at him with a sincere expression. “Thank you, Riff, for telling me. And thanks for show’n me this place.”

Riff rubs my hand. “I trust you. Besides, I wanted to make you feel welcome.”

“For the record, this has probably one-a the least terrible times I’ve had since I got here.” I chuckle.

“Aw, I’m flattered!” Riff replies. “This place is always open, if you ever wanna stop by.” He winks.

I grin and look up at the bright moon. “Well as tempting that is, right now I bedda be get’n home.” I stand up and start head’n back down the ladder.

When Riff follows me down he groans. “I knew this night couldn’t last forever. So sweetheart, up for an escort?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and slings his arm through mine.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna try to find a job. Noth’n too big, just someth’n temporary so I can pay rent and save up to go west.”

I see Riff’s face change to an expression of hidden somberness.

“You really wanna leave, don’t ya?”

“Riff, I ain’t a city goil. Sooner or later I wanna breathe fresh air again without someone try’n to kill me. I’m try’n to not get too attatched, so please-” I sigh and give him a imploring look. “Please don’t make this a big deal. I ain’t leave’n yet, so just calm down.”

By now we’ve reached my apartment, with Riff giving the Puerto Rican neighborhood an odd look.

“Are there any other exotic places here that I should see?” I joke.

Riff snorts. “Well, ya could always take a tour-a my place!”

I grin. “And where’s that?”

“A train car in the junkyard.” He shrugs. “It ain’t much, and it leaks all the time, but it’s the closest thing to a home I got. Noth’n like your penthouse of an apartment. But I’m sure you got a lot bedda things to do, so I’ll just bit you adieu.” Riff starts walk’n away and blows an air kiss. “G’night, Lynnie.”

After pondering an idea, despite a part-a me strictly disagreeing, I make up my mind.

“Hey, Riff?”

He immediately looks back. “Yeah?”

“Have you had dinner yet?”

Riff chuckles. “Um… does wadda and a dinner roll count?”

I laugh. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Would you wanna come up to my place for dinner?”

Riff looks flabbergasted. “Wait- you’re inviting me to dinner, in your apartment?”

Suddenly I get embarrassed for ever suggesting it, and try to fluff it off. “I mean, if you don’t wanna, it’s only a few morsels, noth’n fancy-”

“Are ya kid’n?” A grateful smile spreads across Riff’s face. “‘Course I want to!” He extends his arm again and continues to lead me up the stairs, all the while earning some odd looks from the few Puerto Rican neighbors we pass. When we reach my door I go to pull out the key from my pocket-

“Marilyn! Ay ay! What are you doing?! Get away from her!” Anita comes up and pulls me apart from Riff, who looks just as shocked as I am. “You stay away from her! If I see you around here again I’ll call the police!”

“Anita, wait-!” I try to free myself from her grasp.

“Not now! Get away from him-!”

“I brought him here! He’s with me!”

Anita’s face changes. “You brought him? Mi querida, why? You know how dangerous he is-!”

“Yes, and I also know that he won’t hurt you or me. Will you , Riff?”

Riff, still shaken up in the corner, shakes his head. “I might know how to rumble, but I also know how to treat a lady. I make sure all my boys do,” he says sincerely.

“And what is that worth? A Jet boy’s promise?” Anita seethes.

“Anita! This is exactly why we’re not making any progress! It’s because you hate each odda so much, even when someone’s will’n to be nice, that you’ll just assume they’ll never change!” I yank my apartment door open and tug Riff inside. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep him here. Out of sight out of mind, right?” I shut the door in her face and turn around to lean against it. “Uggghhhh.”

“You read my mind, girly.”

Riff goes to sit at the small table while I take out some vegetables leftover from my dinner.

“Here. It ain’t much, but it’s all I got-”

“Lynnie, this is great!” Riff smiles as he looks at the tiny portions with hungry eyes. “I haven’t had this type-a meal in ages! Are ya sure I can have this?”

His modesty is adorable, and it’s eat’n away at my heart no matter how much I internally scream ‘don’t get attached!’

“Um… yeah. Go ahead. I gotta make anodda grocery run tomorrow anyway…” I drift off and just watch Riff all but devour his meal, all the while try’n to get past the thought of how leaving him’s gonna make me so sad-

Shut up! You’ve known the guy for one day! Get over it!

“Gotta say, I definitely feel more welcomed here this time.” Riff interrupts my thoughts as he finishes his dinner and cleans up the kitchen.

I huff. “Yeah, completely different circumstances than the last time you paid me a visit!” I give him a pointed look and nod at the window.

“So… you ain’t gonna kick me out again?” Riff asks as he sits on my bed.

I shake my head and smirk. “At this hour? It’s dangerous. I hear there’s a fearsome gang that hangs around here.”

“Meaning… I can sleep here?” Riff clarifies.

“Unless you’ve got a spot better than this rickety old bed.” I point at the creaking structure.

“Nope. This prime spot most definitely beats my bed-a grease rags in the junkyard. No rats.”

At foist I think he’s joking, but Riff doesn’t laugh the statement away. Instead he looks around my tiny apartment as if it’s the Taj Mahal, as if he’s happy just to simply have a roof over his head with someone who ain’t try’n to kill him.

He notices me staring, then shrugs. “Some city life, huh? At least you used to have a home, and kinda got one here too with the PRs. I got the Jets, but odda than that all I got is my wits, sense-a humor-” He gives a cheeky smile. “And my drop-dead good looks.”

I snicker. “You wish, Jet Boy. Now lay down and go to sleep before I knock ya out with my frying pan.”

He frowns. ‘What ‘bout you, Lynnie?”

“I’m gonna… crash on the floor.” I grab an extra blanket and pillow and go to lie down on the filthy rug. A somewhat terrible bed but it’ll do in a pinch.

Riff gets up, shaking his head, and sits next to me. “Oh no, no, no, Lynnie. Just ‘cause I’s a houseguest I ain’t gonna deprive my pretty hostess of her bed. I’m too much-a gentleman for that.” Outta nowhere, Riff picks me up as if I’m a delicate bride and starts carry’n me towards my bed.

“Jesus, Riff! A little warning next time-!”

“Ok. Incoming!”

Riff throws me up in the air and I come down flailing onto the discombobulated sheets. As soon as I land, all I can see is Riff’s wicked grin as he flops down on me. After wrapping a blanket around us and use’n my chest as a pillow he closes his eyes, smiles, and says: “G’night, Lynnie.”

I just gape down at him. “Um, no! Riff- get off me! How is this any way a ‘gentleman’ would behave?!”

“I let my pretty hostess have her bed, and now I’m use’n the hostess as my bed. I said I was a gentleman, sweetheart, not a saint.”

I try to argue more but he’s already half-asleep and snuggle’n up to me as if I’m a human pillow. Eventually I just sigh in defeat and half-turn over to rest my head on an actual pillow, let’n Riff’s warm, toned body send me to sleep with his steady breathing….

I can tell I’ve only been asleep for a few hours ‘cause it’s still dark out, but someth’n woke me up. But what-?

“Marilyn… Marilyn… Marilyn!” Riff’s sleep talk’n gets more and more frantic. “Don’t- don’t do it! Don’t- Marilyn!”

Now I’m fully awake and try’n to get Riff to stir, but every attempt is a failure. “Riff! Jet Boy! Hey, Riff! Wake up, you’re dream’n!” I shake him, but he continues to grip my torso as if I’m a life preserver.

“Don’t- Marilyn… Don’t die!” He sobs.

“Riff! Riff!” I shake him so hard that eventually his limp body springs to life, clutching me tight and his head look’n around frantically.

“Marilyn?! Marilyn…” Riff calms down again and closes his eyes, already fall’n back to sleep.

“Shhh… Shhh… It’s ok, Jet Boy. I ain’t go’n anywhere.”

He snuggles up to me again, and I notice that his shirt’s soaked with sweat. As carefully as I can, I slide the wet garment off without waking him up. It might look sketchy, but I’d rather have him think I’m a weirdo than let him sleep in this filthy thing.

I guess that’s a conversation for tomorrow. Right now, I rest my head against Riff’s chest as his breathing goes back to normal…

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