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tethered pt. 2 | jjk

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 10k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, friendship betrayal, mention of drugs/alcohol, smut [ cunnilingus, rough sex, ...idk how else to describe it ] reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. long awaited part 2! the amount of love i received from part one was overwhelming and it means to world to meet that so many people instantly fell in love with this couple. another part is already in the works!

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker @cuntessaiii @nikkiordonez12 @ilikekpop-c @busanbby-jjk @xjjk187 @aloverga @kookcobain @mzeji @bxcndd @hoseokteardrop @canyon-lwt @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @jksteponme @parkinglot-nights @chromekingkong @jk97bam [ if i didn't tag u it's because tumblr didn't allow me to! ]

part one | masterlist | ao3 | buy me a coffee?

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” Somi is glaring daggers at you upon opening the front door, arms crossed across her chest as she eyes you. Her lips are twisted into a disgusted snarl, you’ve never seen her this upset before.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Find out about what?”

She cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes at you. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Fuck, you’re screwed. If there were a list of all the reasons why you shouldn’t have had sex with Jeon Jungkook, the simple fact of him being your best friend’s brother would be number one.

With closed eyes, you let out a relieved sigh. As much as you wanted to wait to tell Somi about hooking up with Jungkook, it’d be an enormous weight off your shoulders not having to hide it any longer. It’d only been a few days since it happened, but you really hate keeping secrets from her.

“How’d you find out?” You question, chewing on your bottom lip.

“My parents told me, duh.”

Holy crap, Jungkook told his parents the two of you had sex? Why the fuck would he do that?

“They did?” You ask, completely bewildered.

“Well, yeah!” Somi finally uncrosses her arms, demeanor completely changing as her gaze softens, “Why didn’t you tell me your sister got engaged?”

Thank God you didn’t elaborate any further.

“Oh! Because they probably aren’t gonna last.” You respond, stepping into the Jeon household once Somi allows you to enter. It’s been a few days since you’ve been here, mostly due to the fact that you were completely avoiding Jungkook.

The empty condom in his trash bin had been plaguing your mind nonstop, you could barely even sleep from how embarrassed you were. Why did he fake his orgasm? What if he didn't fake an orgasm and just shot a blank? Did you do something wrong? Was he not attracted to you? Why was the condom empty?

Seeing him in person would’ve only intensified the thoughts roaming in your head, so you avoided him at all costs up until now. You’d promised the Jeon siblings that you’d finally see Twilight with them and their friends despite not being able to function correctly around either of them.

Somi snickers, following you into the living room. “Ooh, that’s not nice.”

“It’s true, though,” you explain, “she’s still so young, only a few years older than your brother. I mean, can you picture Jungkook getting married in a few years?”

The regret from that question fills you almost immediately.

“Sure,” Somi responds, pausing to greet the eager doberman charging at her. “As long as he finds the right person. He’d get married in a heartbeat.”

You want to ask what Somi’s definition of “the perfect person” would be for Jungkook or the type of girl she’d be willing to set him up with. It’d probably be the unnamed, mysterious redhead you recently dreamed about curb stomping (yikes!).

You don’t respond to this, taking a seat on the sofa when the sudden shout of your name has you flinching. It’s Somi’s parents, excitedly greeting you with open arms as you politely stand to properly hug them. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve seen you! How’s your family? We just heard the news about your sister!” Mrs. Jeon ambushes you with questions, all while cradling your face.

“About how she’s making the biggest mistake of her life?” You half-joke.

Mrs. Jeon playfully waves a hand in your direction as she steps into the kitchen, her husband only a few feet behind. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure the two of them will be very happy together.” She turns to her husband, grabbing his hand, “I just can’t believe Imogen is getting married. I still remember when she first started high school.”

Mr. Jeon sighs in disbelief. “I know,” he mumbles, nodding at you. “You’re up next soon, huh?”

“Maybe she can marry Jungkook,” Mrs. Jeon comments, opening her fridge, “set him straight.”

“Gross, Mom. Don’t wish that on her.” Somi groans in disgust as she plops down next to you.

Well, that answers your previous question.

“We should probably get going, right? To make it in time for the trailers?” You ask.

“Yeah, we should.” Somi responds, tilting her head up towards the staircase, “Jungkook! Hurry up and come downstairs! We’re ready to go!”

“Gimmie a minute!” He shouts back, and a chill runs down your spine. It’s been too long since you’ve heard his voice. The last time you saw him, he was lying naked in his bed; you’re not sure how you’ll survive being around him all night knowing what your last encounter was like.

As promised, Jungkook is sliding down the staircase a minute later and nails the landing. He’s wearing a black Twilight shirt featuring the leading couple, black cargo pants, and, of course, black sneakers. He looks like his usual self until you take a closer look and notice the reddish-black eyeshadow that decorated his eyes. It wasn’t much, just enough to make his eyes pop, and it complimented him perfectly. A second later, you see the black nail polish neatly coated on his nails. You have to blink a few times to ensure this is real life and you’re not trapped in a wet dream.

He strolls into the kitchen, ignoring the stares from his parents before digging through the fridge. His mom clears her throat, crossing her arms at him.

“What?” He asks, retrieving a two-liter Mountain Dew bottle.

“Seriously, Jungkook? The makeup? The nail polish?” She questions, clearly frustrated.

Jungkook cocks his head, unscrewing the soda bottle’s lid. “What’s wrong with it? Somi’s wearing the same thing.”

“Son, you know that’s different.” His father interjects.

Jungkook takes a swig of the soda before responding. “Why? Because she’s a girl?”

“It’s not like that, hon. It’s just…we didn’t make a big deal of it when you first started the piercings, and the tattoos, and the hair dye, but this…it’s a little much. Don’t you think?” His mother asks.

You want to step in and remind his parents that Jungkook is old enough to make his own decisions and express himself as he pleases, but it’s not your place. Instead, you cheer silently when Somi surprisingly interrupts the discussion. “Did you guys seriously force him to come back home just to criticize how he presents himself, or would you rather have a peaceful summer?”

“We aren’t trying to criticize him, Somi. We’re just looking out for our child.” Mr. Jeon responds.

“It’s a special occasion, Dad. Is it bad that I wanted to look nice for—” Jungkook abruptly cuts himself short, quickly glancing in your direction before returning his attention to his parents. “...to go see Twilight with my friends?”

What was that about?

Silence passes, and the three stare at each other until Mrs. Jeon sighs defeatedly and says, “No, there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“We will,” Jungkook responds, closing the soda bottle lid and placing it back in the fridge. He heads for the front door, beckoning you and Somi to follow behind. He’s eager to leave the house, quickly swinging the front door open and jogging towards his car.

You and Somi say goodbye to her parents with a promise to be home by eleven before following in Jungkook’s footsteps, who already has the car running. As you wait for Somi to finish locking the front door, Jungkook rolls down his window and shouts, “Hurry up! Let’s go!”

“Will you calm down?!” Somi throws back, rolling her eyes as she finally removes the house key from the lock.

You follow her towards Jungkook’s car, sliding into the backseat as you pretend not to notice Jungkook watching you through the rearview mirror. He wants you to look at him, but you refuse, busying yourself by buckling your seatbelt and convincing Somi to do the same. Once Jungkook is convinced you’re not going to do so much as glance at him, he puts the car in drive and pulls into the road.

Somi talks your ear off in the backseat about whatever comes to mind while you keep your eyes on the window. It’s hard to not notice Jungkook glancing back at you through the mirror at every red light or stop sign, but you don’t dare meet his gaze.

The movie theater’s parking lot is crowded when you arrive; it takes Jungkook a few minutes to eventually locate a spot. A smile is plastered on his face as he parks the car, eager to see some of his closest friends after being separated for months. He informs you and Somi to disregard anything foolish he friends may say, claiming they arrived early to smoke behind the movie theater, so they’re more than likely too high to function properly.

Jungkook shrugs when Somi asks why people do that, shoving his hands into his pockets as the three of you approach the theater entrance. "Some people say it makes the movie experience better."

You want to ask Jungkook if he's ever been high, but you can barely even bring yourself to look in his direction, let alone ask him a question. So you're silent as the three of you enter the movie theater, instantly spotting Jungkook's bandmates in the far corner.

Well… Jungkook's bandmates and one other guest.

The bubbly redhead greets you guys first, running up to Jungkook with open arms as if they haven't seen each other in a million years. It makes you want to vomit.

You look away as they hug, directing your attention to the concession stand employee who had already been watching you. His name tag reads 'Beomgyu,' and he resembles a younger version of Jungkook, with the same dark hair and similar lip piercings. His eyes stay on you until a customer blocks your path, and you're back to watching Jungkook reunite with his friends.

"Hey, you were the one at that party, right? With Somi?" The redhead asks, squinting her eyes at you.

"Yeah." Is all you respond with, because why in God's name is this girl talking to you right now?

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Scar," she introduces herself, extending a hand for you to shake.

Somi interjects, grabbing ahold of your wrist while glaring at Scar. "Your name is Scarlett."

She drags you along to the ticket booth, mumbling about how she doesn't like nor trust Scar. When you ask for her reasoning, she responds with, "I don't need one. I just don't like her."

At least you're on the same page about that.

Still, you can't help but wonder why Somi has a distaste for Scar. You have your petty reasoning for disliking her, but Somi (more than likely) has better knowledge of Scar's personality, so whatever reasons she dislikes her could be legitimate.

You're thinking of this as Jungkook orders the tickets for everyone, asking the employee to give him a minute when the friend you recognize as Yugyeom starts tapping his shoulder. "We should go see Saw instead; it just came out."

Jungkook looks genuinely confused at the suggestion. "What? No, we came here to see Twilight."

"So?!" Jaebeom chimes in, eyes red as the devil, "Come on, dude, you've already seen Twilight. Don't you wanna see something new?"

"Fuck no, we're literally in the middle of buying the tickets." Jungkook reminds everyone.

"I kinda wanna see Saw, too."

"Same."

"Yeah, me too."

"I do, too."

Jungkook whips his head around at his sister, "What? Even you?"

Somi scoffs, "Well, yeah! Twilight just seems boring in comparison."

"Come on, guys," the employee interrupts, "you're holding up the line."

Jungkook turns towards you. "Do you still wanna see Twilight?"

Truthfully, you want to go home; but seeing how excited Jungkook was for the movie made you feel something, so you nod. He lets out a relieved sigh.

He moves out of the way to allow his friends to buy their tickets first, slipping his sister cash to pay for hers, which she initially rejects. "I don't need your money," she claims.

"Just take it, Somi. I brought it for you."

From what you can make out, it's enough to cover her ticket and grab something from the concession stand. The pair of siblings may bicker a lot, but it's nice to know Jungkook still looks out for his younger sister whenever he can.

Somi reluctantly accepts the money and purchases her ticket; you watch as Jungkook follows suit, ordering two tickets for Twilight and stopping you from opening your purse. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh, it's fine. I have enough." You reassure him.

Jungkook laughs to himself, "Why are the two of you like this?" He questions, fishing out crumpled dollar bills from his pocket and handing them to the cashier, who sighs in annoyance, straightening and inspecting each bill before placing it in his register.

You don't know why Jungkook insists on being so nice to you despite your persistence in not speaking to him. A part of you wonders if he thinks this is some kind of date now that the two of you will be separated from the group. It doesn't matter. You don't know why you're overthinking it.

Once all the tickets have been purchased, the seven of you head towards the concession stand. Somi debates pushing herself to the front of the long line, claiming that the theater should make accommodations for those whose movie is starting sooner. Or something like that, you can't really focus with the way Beomgyu is staring at you. You're used to guys always staring, but they tend to shyly look away upon making eye contact.

Beomgyu is quite the opposite, staring you down every chance he gets. Your skin feels hot, and you're suddenly anxious under his gaze.

When the group ahead of you has finished ordering and is heading off into their theater, you're sure to stick close to Jungkook as you approach the counter. Beomgyu eyes him over once before returning his gaze to you. "What can I get for you guys?"

Jungkook takes the liberty of ordering a large popcorn for the two of you to share and doesn't even get mad when you request a slushie instead of a fountain drink. He doesn't let you pay, swatting your hand away when you absentmindedly reach for your purse. "You seriously have to stop doing that." He mumbles, handing Beomgyu the cash.

Beomgyu quickly prepares the popcorn and Jungkook's drink but takes his time making your slushie. He's sure to fill it to the brim, and you're worried it may accidentally overflow and leave a sticky mess. "You didn't want candy or anything?" He questions, handing you your drink.

You shrug, "Maybe Twizzlers, but—"

Before you can finish, Beomgyu is reaching under the counter and sliding you a pack of Twizzlers. "On me."

"Oh, are you sure?" You ask, hesitant to accept the free candy.

Beomgyu sends Jungkook a cocky smirk before he responds, "Yeah, enjoy the movie."

You thank Beomgyu and pretend to not notice the death glares the two boys are sending one another before walking with Jungkook to your theater. "That guy was weird." He comments.

"Yeah." You agree, but it's definitely not true. Beomgyu was friendly and clearly interested in you, unlike Jungkook, who sent you nonstop, draining mixed signals. If his definition of weird is someone straightforward, then you should start going after weirdos.

Once you're settled in your seats in the back of the theater — per Jungkook's request — he clears his throat and says, "So, I tried messaging you on Facebook. Didn't get anything back."

"Oh, sorry. I haven't been using Facebook that much." You reply, hoping your lame excuse is believable enough.

He nods, eyes bouncing between you and the movie trailers playing in the background. "Yeah, I figured." He says. When you don't respond, he continues, "I would've asked Somi for your number, but I didn't want her to get suspicious or anything."

"That's smart." You admit, nodding in agreement.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his full attention to you.

You finally make eye contact, and the expression on his face makes your heart sink. He looks genuinely concerned and confused by your sudden coldness. You hate being so mean to him, but you're too embarrassed to explain the real reason why you've been avoiding him. So you nod and say, "Just a little tired."

It's clear he doesn't believe this; the same expression is still on his face as he refocuses on the movie trailers.

You hate how awkward it feels to be around him now. Never in a million years would you have guessed the two of you would end up like this. A week ago, you would've been overjoyed at the idea of being on a movie date with Jungkook, and now you're considering leaving early and catching a taxi home.

The two of you remain silent as the rest of the trailers play on, and Jungkook immediately sits up in his seat when the lights finally dim and the curtains are pulled back further. He's reticent throughout the movie, aside from a muffled chuckle occasionally; he even side-eyes anyone making too much noise.

You enjoy Twilight nonetheless, agreeing with Jungkook that you do, in fact, dress like Bella Swan from time to time. When he asks if you liked it as you're exiting the theater, you tell him it was very nice and that you hope there'll be another movie.

Jungkook smiles at this, tossing his empty cup in a nearby trash bin. "I'm sure there will be. Maybe they'll even cast you as Bella's stunt double since you already have the clothes."

"Shut up." You tease, and it feels nice to joke with him as usual. You may finally have the courage to tell Jungkook why you've been so distant these past few days.

Saw doesn't get out for another few minutes, so you're stuck waiting in the lobby for Somi and everyone else. Jungkook gestures towards the nearly empty slushie cup clutched in your hands, "You get free refills on that, I think."

You take his word, strolling over to the concession stand. Beomgyu spots you immediately and gestures for you to skip around the line. You shake your head, but he still beckons for you to come over. You feel bad, but the line has gotten longer since you were first here, and you really don't want to wait in a long line just for a refill.

"What flavor?" He asks once you've slid him your cup.

You tell him anything is fine and he gets to work, combining the cherry and blue raspberry flavors. "How was the movie?"

"It was good. The vampire stuff was cool."

"Have you seen Saw yet? It just came out."

"No, I haven't."

"It's so good; if you wanna give me your number, maybe we can see it together sometime."

What is it with guys offering to take you out to a movie they've already seen? You're not complaining; it's just odd.

Beomgyu is clearly interested in you and has offered to take you out. You'd be silly to pass up on this guy just because your current relationship with your longtime crush is at a standstill. So you accept, scribbling your phone number down on a napkin with your name underneath. He promises to call you once his shift ends and that he looks forward to seeing you.

When you turn to meet up with Jungkook, he's gone. You catch him storming out of the theater, hauling ass to his car.

You run to catch up to him, calling out his name and begging him to slow down.

When he finally does stop, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. He gets angry all the time, but this was something completely different. "So you were just using me, huh?"

What? What is he talking about?

"Using you for what?"

"To lose your virginity. You just wanted to get it over with, right?" His voice is slightly hushed now but still loud enough for you to feel embarrassed about anyone passing through the parking lot.

"Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

"You used me to lose your virginity, so when you date other guys you can tell them you've had sex before. Is that what this is?"

This accusation hurts, considering that Jungkook was the only guy you've ever been interested in romantically and sexually. You don't know where this theory originated, but you don't like it.

Jungkook continues before you respond, "I tried reaching out and talking to you, and you just blew me off! And yet, here you are, giving your number to random guys! Am I not good enough for you?!"

"It's not like that, Jungkook!" You don't mean to raise your voice at him, but you can't help it. Both of your emotions were at an all-time high.

"Then what is it like?!"

Here goes nothing.

There are already tears forming as you go to explain yourself. "I didn't reach out to you because…because I was embarrassed."

"You were embarrassed to have sex with me?"

"No!" You yell in reassurance, "No, no, no. Of course not. I was embarrassed because I know you didn't finish. I just thought maybe I did something wrong or didn't do enough."

Jungkook quirks a brow at you, "What makes you think I didn't finish?"

You really hate that he's making you explain this. "I saw the condom afterwards; it was empty."

"You went digging in my trash can to find the condom?" Now he looks more disgusted than confused; this is going so horribly.

"No! I saw it when I went to get my phone off the charger."

Jungkook takes a minute to process everything, scratching his chin in deep thought. You can't tell what he's feeling, but he does look hurt. It makes you regret avoiding him in the first place.

"So, you were prepared to never talk to me again over an empty condom?" Despite his stern demeanor, he's clearly shaking as he questions you.

You want to say no, that it wasn't a case, but you can't bring yourself to lie to him again. So you say nothing. Jungkook nods at your lack of response before turning around and walking towards his car. You remain still, frozen in place, watching as he sits on the hood of his car and smokes a cigarette.

If it weren't for Somi finishing her movie within the next few minutes, you would've walked the entire way home.

This bitch is driving you crazy.

Your older sister, Imogen, is home for a few days to start her wedding preparations. The fake bridezilla persona she's putting on bothers you the most, bursting out in tears at the most inconvenient times or having a breakdown about selecting a theme. Deep down, she doesn't care about any of this bullshit; she's like you about parties or big events.

"This is literally the biggest day of my life, and you're being so fucking difficult." Imogen snarls at you, pouring herself a cup of coffee. You're sitting a few feet away on the kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window. Despite Imogen's occasional yelling and snarky comments, all you can think of is Jungkook.

It's been an entire week since the movie theater incident. You haven't stopped by the Jeon household not once, telling Somi you fell ill and don't want to get her sick. It's another lame excuse, but she buys it, opting to talk to you on the phone daily until you recover.

You have yet to speak to Jungkook; it's not like you've tried. The idea of messaging him on Facebook and not receiving a response makes you anxious. It's hard to believe you subjected him to the same torture not long ago. It doesn't help that Scarlett is suddenly all over his page, commenting on nearly every one of his posts, writing on his wall, or tagging him in pictures. Your recurring dream of curb-stomping her is back in full force.

You sigh at your sister, "Whatever you say, Imogen."

She waves dismissively at you, "Please, don't even talk to me right now."

You hop off the counter in annoyance and stomp off towards the staircase, mumbling, "Fucking drama queen."

"Language." Your mom warns you, flipping through one of the several bridal magazines your sister has stacked on the coffee table.

Imogen scoffs, setting her mug on the counter. "I'm the drama queen? Whenever I talk about my wedding, you throw a fucking fit!"

"Why are you pretending to care about this stupid wedding and that stupid boy you barely even know?!" You shout back from the staircase.

"If my wedding is so stupid, then don't come!"

"I don't even want to go to your stupid wedding, with your stupid fiancé and your stupid red velvet cake that no one's going to fucking eat!"

This is probably the dumbest fight you've ever had.

Imogen doesn't respond to this, advised by your mother not to and to let you stomp up the stairs in a furious rage. You make a beeline straight to your desktop, waking up the computer with a mouse shake and entering your password.

Facebook is already open once you've signed in, Jungkook's page staring right back at you. You're ashamed to admit you'd been cyberstalking him, but you had no choice. Seeing him in person would've been too much, but you still want to ensure he's doing okay.

There's a new post up when you refresh the page; you chew on your bottom lip as you anxiously wait for it to finish loading.

It's a picture of his dirty Chuck Taylor's perched upon a wooden stool. You recognize the background immediately; he's in the treehouse in his backyard. You and Somi would spend hours up there as kids, giving each other manicures and exchanging secrets; now, you can barely look her in the eye without bursting out in tears. You hate how complicated things have become.

A light tap against your door has you swiveling around in your chair. It's Imogen, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed. "Who's that?"

"Somi's brother." You respond, scrolling to a photo that actually shows his face.

Imogen steps further into your bedroom, squinting her eyes at the computer screen. "Oh, yeah. Hasn't changed much, has he?" When you remain silent, she asks, "Would it be wrong of me to assume he's the real reason why you're so upset?"

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. "You'd be very correct, actually."

She nods in understanding, sitting on the edge of your bed. "So, what's going on? You like him?"

"We kind of like each other, I guess." You mumble. Honestly, you're not quite sure how Jungkook feels about you at the moment.

"And Somi doesn't approve of it?"

You snort, "Somi doesn't know. There was nothing to tell her at first, but things have changed."

"Are you guys dating?"

"No. We actually haven't talked in a week. I may have hurt his feelings."

Imogen nods towards your desktop, “Where is he now?”

You shrug, “Home, I guess.”

She stands, stretching out her limbs. She glances around your room, locates a jacket dangling lifelessly from your doorknob, and tosses it to you. “Let’s go.”

Taking an impromptu trip to the Jeon household had you sweating. What if Jungkook doesn’t even want to see you? What if Somi catches you talking and asks what’s going on?

Each concern you raise is instantly shot down by Imogen, claiming you’re creating excuses to avoid seeing him, how you’re only imagining the worst possible scenarios. You appreciate her overwhelming support but can’t help the nervousness creeping through your body as her car approaches the Jeon household.

“Remember, be apologetic but not desperate,” Imogen informs you, putting her car in park in front of the house.

“I am desperate.” You remind her.

“Well, don’t let him see it. You got this.”

You thank your sister one last time for the advice before stepping out of her car. You’re careful to avoid being seen from windows as you make your way into the backyard; not entirely sure what you’d say if Somi were to catch you.

You scale the tree quickly, silently praying the old wooden steps are stable enough to hold your weight.

You sigh in relief once you’ve reached the top, only to groan at the sight of Scarlett sitting across from you. She looks up from her iPod with a bright smile, quickly pulling out her earbuds as you enter the treehouse. “Hey, stranger! Watcha doing here?”

Her enthusiasm really makes you sick. “Came to see Jungkook,” you pause to glance around the tiny, wooden deathtrap, “but he’s nowhere to be found.”

“He’ll be back soon; went to use the bathroom,” Scarlett informs you, running her hands through her hair. “So, you guys really like each other, huh?”

What? She knows about that?

“Jungkook told you?” You question, trying your best to appear unbothered. You’re unsure where she’s going with this, but you have no reason to trust her.

Scarlett nods, “We tell each other everything. So when he told me you guys weren’t talking, I may have devised a plan to help you come around. You do use Facebook, right?” She smirks

Holy shit, all the posts of them together were to make you feel jealous enough to have a conversation with him; and your sworn enemy was the mastermind behind it. It was all a ploy to get under your skin, and you fell right into the trap.

“You’re a stubborn little thing, though. Didn’t think it’d take you so long.” She comments, slipping her jacket on.

You shrug, “I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me.”

“Jungkook always wants to talk to you. I don’t mind it, though. You seem good for him.”

Aside from Somi, Scarlett is probably the last person you would’ve expected to be supportive of your relationship with Jungkook. So, to hear she’d been secretly rooting for you behind the scenes nearly gives you whiplash. You almost feel wrong about your dreams of shoving her face into the pavement.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “So, nothing is going on between you guys?”

Scarlett grimaces as if you deeply offended her, “Of course not! Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute, but not my type. His sister is cute, though.”

Woah.

“Somi? Jeon Somi? You’re into her?” You ask, completely stunned.

“Hell, yes. Hey, do you think you could set us up? Jungkook would never.”

“You do know that Somi can’t stand you, right?”

Scarlett excitedly nods, “I know, it’s kind of a turn-on.”

You hold your hands out to stop her from elaborating any further. Scarlett has surprised you in more ways than one in less than five minutes. You’re sure any new information would’ve made your head explode.

“I’ll…try my best.” You promise; not quite sure how Somi would feel about the idea of Scarlett liking her.

“For what?” A voice interrupts, causing you and Scarlett to direct your attention to the treehouse’s entrance. And there he is, in all his gothic glory.

“Girl talk, none of your business,” Scarlett responds, making room for Jungkook to crawl in.

“Fine. You keep your secrets; I’ll keep mine.” Jungkook groans, sitting between the two of you.

“Will do. I’m outta here. Got a hot date with a box of hair dye. See you suckers later.” Scarlett waves goodbye as she exits the treehouse, reminding you of your promise before disappearing down the steps.

Jungkook clears his throat, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. "So—"

"I'm sorry," you cut him off, "I should've reached out and talked to you, but I was just too embarrassed and didn't know how to approach you about it. I really like you, and I wasn't using you to lose my virginity. I mean, you're the only person I've ever been interested in. So, again, I'm sorry."

He sighs, "I understand why you were embarrassed, but I promise it had nothing to do with you."

"Then what was it?"

Jungkook anxiously scratches the back of his head before he responds. "It's just that…sometimes…it takes me a little bit longer to, uh…to finish."

Oh.

"Is it because of your…size?" You can't help but wonder.

Jungkook snorts, "What, you think I'm big?"

"I'm out of here." You joke, faking as if you're about to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait." He stops you, "I was only kidding. I never really thought size played a factor in it, but every guy is different. But, still, that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy us having sex. I mean, you had already finished, and I didn't want to tire you out just for my sake."

Knowing he had a perfectly reasonable explanation makes you feel even worse about spending all that time avoiding him. You want to tell him you wouldn't mind him tiring you out, that the idea excites you, but you refrain.

A beat of silence passes, and you ask, "But, I'm sure if there's something that you're really into, then it wouldn't take as long for you to finish. Right?"

Jungkook nods, "I guess."

"Then, what is it? What are you into?"

He coughs, tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink. "Um…I guess I'm into…roughness?"

Ah.

"That's not a big deal. A lot of people are probably into that."

"I mean, it's fine either way, but I mostly prefer when girls are kinda rough with me. Fuck, this is embarrassing."

"It's not!" You reassure him, placing a gentle hand on his knee, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me."

Jungkook stares at your hand on his knee before placing his own on top. You twist yours upwards and interlock your fingers, not missing the smile that forms on his face. His bangs have swept into his eyes again, and you use your free hand to move them out of the way. "It was my first time, too, by the way."

You snort, "You don't need to say that just to make me feel better."

"I'm serious," he continues, "I mean, I've gotten pretty handsy in the past, but nothing like what we did."

You shake your head, "I don't buy it. You seemed so experienced like you knew what you were doing."

Jungkook shrugs, "I mean, I'm not completely innocent. I may occasionally watch certain videos and read certain stories from time to time."

Porn and smut. Beautiful combination.

He shakes his head, "You still don't believe me; how come?"

You sigh, memories of the night before he left for college flashing in your mind. How you ran home in tears, how he only responded to Scar's comment on Somi's Facebook post. It almost hurts to think about. "The night before you left for school, there was an opened condom wrapper on your floor. I just figured…you know."

Jungkook nods at the memory. "I wasn't gonna go to the dorms the next day. I was planning on running away, that's why I gave you that bandana. After my parents helped bring my stuff to the dorms, I was gonna put everything in my car then take off."

You're having a hard time processing this information. Why would Jungkook plan on running away? What does this story have to do with the empty condom?

He continues, clutching your hand even tighter. "I only told a few people I was leaving, and there was this one girl who came over to say goodbye. She'd been really into me for a while and was heartbroken that I was leaving. We were about to hook up, hence the condom wrapper, but I couldn't do it."

"Why?" You question.

"Didn't feel right. I wasn't into her the same way she was into me. Just couldn't do it." He explains, eyes staring deep into yours. You believe him; you know he's being truthful.

"What made you decide to stay?" You ask.

"For Somi," he answers, "I couldn't just leave her like that. And for you, too."

Though you've felt it for many years, telling Jungkook you love him is too soon. But you want to, so very badly.

"I'm glad you decided to stay." Your voice is barely a whisper now as you try to stop yourself from tearing up.

He nods, "Me too."

You sit in comfortable silence for a minute, clutching each other's hands. You wish you could stay like this forever.

"I just realized you never told me if there's anything you're into." He points out.

You shrug, "Just you." And it's true: Jungkook is the only person you've ever been interested in. Everything he says and does is genuinely attractive to you.

He drops your hand gently, using it to tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you.

You're quick to cradle the back of his head as his hands snake around your waist, deepening the kiss. You move to straddle his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back. He grunts in surprise, breaking away from the kiss. "You—"

"Stop talking." You demand before your lips intertwine with his once again. With one hand on his chest, you reach to grab a fistful of his hair and tug lightly, earning a satisfied moan from him. You're not used to being rough with guys, but you're sure Jungkook enjoys it with the way his erection is already pressing up against your thigh.

Reluctantly, you pull away from him and sit up, staring at him sprawled underneath you in complete awe. "Alright, I'll message you my number so we can text. See you later."

"No! No, no, no. Please don't go." He pleads, holding you in place when you go to stand, "Just stay a little longer, please."

You smile down at him, fighting the urge to stay in the treehouse. "I can't. Imogen is waiting out front. We'll see each other soon, okay?" You promise, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Jungkook nods, fingers drumming against the floor as he watches you crawl out of the treehouse. "Don't be too surprised if I seem extra excited to see you next time." He calls after you.

"Trust me, I won't."

Jungkook is the first boy to ever sneak in through your bedroom window.

He carelessly tosses his backpack in first, cringing when it lands on your carpeted floor with a loud thud. Though you’ve assured him your parents are heavy sleepers, he’s still worried you’ll get in trouble if he makes too much noise and accidentally reveals himself. “Sorry,” he apologizes, wrist gripping your forearm as you help pull him in.

“It’s fine,” you whisper back, “they’re not gonna wake up.”

“Still,” he grunts, using his upper body strength to pull him further into your room. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”

It’s a day after the treehouse incident; as promised, you sent Jungkook your number and spent all day texting back and forth. Despite not being big on texting, you admire how Jungkook likes to keep you updated on what he’s doing and how he checks up on you to ensure you’re okay.

“We’ll be fine, but just in case, I did make room for you in my closet in case you have to hide.” You inform him.

Jungkook stifles a laugh, “Good to know.” He settles himself on the edge of your bed, moving over once he realizes he’d sat on a pile of clothing. “Oh, were you about to shower?”

“I was,” you answer, moving the clothing over to your nightstand, “but I’ll wait until after you leave.”

He has to stop himself from making a joke about joining you in the shower. He nods, leaning down to drag his backpack towards him, “Guess what I got today.”

“What?” You question, legs folded underneath you as you sit beside him.

Jungkook slowly unzips his backpack, careful not to make too much noise before rummaging through it and clutching something in his hand. He momentarily turns his back towards you, clips something to his shirt, then turns back around.

There’s a name tag on his chest now with his name scribbled in black ink and a little star next to it. “A job?”

He nods, “At that music store, Spin City. Need to start saving up before classes start. Plus, I wanna take you out somewhere nice before summer’s over.”

You gulp, “Like, a date?”

“Yeah. I mean, unless… I don’t know. I just kinda figured…” He trails off, suddenly worried he may be scaring you off.

You grab ahold of his hand, “I know, and trust me, you’re perfect, and I want us to be together. But, the night we saw you at that party, I did ask Somi if she would be upset if I was into you. Surprisingly, she said she wouldn’t mind as long as I talked to her before making a move on you. And, well…”

“We made a move on each other without telling her,” Jungkook finishes for you.

You nod, “Exactly.”

He sighs, “So, I’m guessing that means you wanna wait before we make things official.”

“Yeah. No matter what, I still want to be with you. But it’d be best for all of us to get her on board with this first. Show her how much we truly care for each other, and make sure she’s okay with it. So she knows my relationship with you won’t affect our friendship, and vice versa.” You explain. Jungkook’s eyes never stray from yours, listening intently and nodding at everything you say.

“That’s fair,” he agrees, “It’s a good idea. Do you want me to talk to her? Or for us to talk to her together?”

You shake your head, “She’ll definitely freak out on you; it’s best if I do it alone first, then you talk to her afterward.”

Jungkook leans back against your bed, resting his head on your pillow. It’s funny how different your aesthetics are; he looks perfectly out of place, sprawled on your baby pink pillow surrounded by teddy bears. “When?”

“I dunno,” you respond, lowering yourself until your head rests comfortably on his bicep. “Doesn’t have to be right away. As long as it’s before we move into the dorms.”

“We shouldn’t wait too long, though. It’ll only make things worse.” Jungkook mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

“I know. I’ll have a talk with her soon, I promise.”

You interlock pinkies to solidify your promise and ease his nerves. You hadn’t realized how anxiety-inducing this was for Jungkook as well. The idea of Somi not approving of your relationship had him genuinely worried.

“But, you should know that no matter what—” he starts.

You cut him off, “I know.”

The hands that once purposely dumped slime in your hair are now tugging your panties down your legs.

“Can we try something?” Jungkook asks with a mumble against your lips, your soft blue underwear now clutched in the palm of his hand.

“Like what? I actually make you come for once?” You joke, earning a laugh from Jungkook.

“Don’t worry about me.” He presses another kiss against your lips, “You trust me?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up in Jungkook’s bed as he moves backward, never breaking eye contact with you. He pushes your skirt up slightly but pats your hand away when you go to remove it altogether.

“Leave it on.” He commands, bringing himself at face level with your cunt.

You’ve never felt this shy in your life, grateful your bunched-up skirt created the tiniest barrier between having Jungkook see you all flustered. Never had you been this intimate with a guy, especially not a guy you technically weren’t even dating.

His thumb is circling your clit before you have the time to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to do this just for your sake, but the feeling of his fingers pressed against you has you at a loss for words.

“This okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You respond, tilting your head upwards to stare at the ceiling.

Before you know it, his middle and index fingers are pressed against your opening, eliciting a gasp from your lips. At your reaction, Jungkook slips his finger into your entrance, thumb still playing with your clit. He insists on being teasingly slow today, wanting to draw out every moment and observe your reaction.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow, consistent motion, an amused smirk on his lips when he hears your breathing become ragged. Abruptly, he slips his fingers out of you, moving your thighs to rest them atop his shoulders.

“Wait, you don’t have to—oh fuck.” You’re cut off by Jungkook pushing himself forward, placing a sudden kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting in the air. His hand grabs your waist and licks at your slit, keeping you in place as he gently returns your body to his mattress.

His growing erection is the last of his worries, all too focused on dragging his tongue across your cunt. He flattens his tongue, pulling the wetness upward until he’s circling your clit again. In search of something to grab onto, your hands grip the bed sheets until Jungkook reaches forward, moving your hand over to grip his hair.

His eyes are closed when you look down at him, and you swear you can hear him moan as he eats you out. You try your best to keep the noise down out of fear someone will hear, but you can’t help but yell out when he’s back to fingering you, all while circling your clit with his tongue.

Your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face further into your pussy, and he lets out a satisfied groan. It’s embarrassing how quickly your orgasm approaches; everything with Jungkook is so intense. He knows this, eyes fluttering open to watch your expressions. Black eyeshadow is smeared across his eyelids as his eyes focus on your own, hands gripping your thighs as he tongue circles your clit.

His fingers are relentlessly pumping into your cunt now, contrasting against how teasingly slow his tongue is moving. He pulls his mouth away, lips glistening with your arousal, and asks, “You close?”

You don’t respond directly, but the grip you have on his hair gives him all the answers he needs before he’s diving back in. It doesn’t take much for you to come after that, a final kiss pressed on your clit, sending you over the edge and coating Jungkook’s fingers.

Jungkook doesn’t stop there, still continuing to lick and suck your clit until you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, “Was that good?”

“That was literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You respond. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he crawls up next to you. “I should be upset with you, though.”

“What?” He questions, peppering your face with kisses, “Why’s that?”

“I came over to talk to your sister about us, and you distracted me.”

“How’d I do that?”

“Because! You came downstairs in your eyeshadow. Then you were all like, ‘Oh, hey. I cleaned my room; wanna check it out?’” You mimic a deep voice that sounds nothing like his.

“I apologize for putting on eyeshadow, bringing you to my room, and eating you out. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“I guess.”

You both laugh at this as you move to pull your skirt down. “Hey, how’d you realize you like it when girls are rough with you?”

Jungkook shakes his head as the memory returns to him, a shy smile on his face as he glances over at you. “A couple years ago, I was picking on Somi for something. I don’t even remember why, but it got to the point where my parents were telling me to stop, and I wouldn’t. Then, you just started yelling at me out of nowhere, and I don’t know why, but it was the hottest thing ever. I was in awe. I really thought you were gonna slap me. Since then, it’s just been a turn-on of mine.”

“Wow. That’s actually kind of pathetic.” You tease.

He groans, “Please don’t say that. You’re gonna make me hard again.”

Laughter is shared between you once again before you lean your head down to rest on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat making you feel calm. A comfortable minute of silence passes before you have to address the unfortunate inevitable, “Somi should be here soon, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, “within the next ten minutes.”

You sigh, “Next time I come over, I’ll have to tell her about us.”

The next time you stop by the Jeon household, Jungkook has you bent over in the backseat of his car.

His finger digs into your waist as his cock is plunging into you at full force, emptying all the thoughts from your brain. You still haven’t fully adjusted to his size, but you don’t care; the pain of being split open makes you come faster. It feels better.

Jungkook insisted on taking things slow, telling you that you’d need to adjust to his size, but the moment you sunk your dripping cunt onto him, he was under your spell.

Your body lunges forward with every rough stroke Jungkook gives you, hands buried in your hair as he pulls you up against his chest. His hand moves from your hair down to your neck, tilting your head back while applying the slightest bit of pressure against your throat. Your eyes close out of instinct as tears form in the corner of your eyes before trickling down your cheeks. He kisses them away one by one before settling his lips on your neck. You make a mental note to check yourself for hickeys afterward.

You’re coming around him before you realize it, body spasming as you grip the driver’s seat headrest. Jungkook shows no signs of stopping or slowing down; in fact, he’s sped up even faster since fucking you through your orgasm. He lets go of your neck to push down on your back, left hand gripping your waist while the right intertwines your fingers with his.

A few strokes later, he’s finally coming and jokes about showing you the used condom as confirmation.

You shake your head, gesturing for him to pass you the shorts he’d tossed in the front seat. “I can’t believe I let you trick me again.”

“What?!” He exclaims in utter shock, reaching in the front seat to grab your discarded clothing, “How exactly did I trick you?”

“I came over to talk to Somi, but then you were all like, ‘Hey, come look at my car; I just got it washed.’” You playfully roll your eyes, searching around the backseat for your underwear.

“Can I keep these?” He asks suddenly, the most nonchalant expression on his face as your panties dangle from his middle finger.

You scoff, reaching to snatch them from him, confused when he retracts his hand. “I think I will keep them until you talk to Somi. Since it was you who wanted to talk to her first.”

“Then, I guess I’ll get them back tomorrow because I’m definitely talking to her today.”

Except you don’t.

You spent the entire summer sneaking around with Jungkook and procrastinating about having that talk with Somi. It was anxiety-inducing, to say the least, and you had no idea how she’d react. You tell yourself she won’t be upset as long as you assure her your friendship won’t be affected by you dating her brother.

You’re scheduled to move into the dorms within a few weeks, so it’s best to sort things out now before you all live under the same roof, unable to avoid one another. Jungkook doesn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, he’d given you a pep-talk the day before you showed up at their home.

“She can’t stay mad forever.” He pointed out, eyes sealed shut as you do his eyeliner.

“I know,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, “but that girl can hold a grudge.”

“Right, but this is you we’re talking about. You mean a lot to her, to both of us, actually.”

His words play in your mind as you enter the Jeon household, following Somi into the kitchen. “Baking something?” You ask, a sweet, decadent scent hitting your nose.

“Brownies for some stupid bake sale my parents are having. Help me clean up?” She asks, pouting her lips at you.

“Sure.” You agree, under the assumption that there wouldn’t be much to even clean up.

Boy, you were wrong. It’s like Somi used every dish in the house to make one sheet of brownies. There’s no backing out now; you already agreed to help, and it’d be best to stay on her good side for now.

She gets to work rinsing each dish before handing them to you to load the dishwasher, moving quickly to get everything done faster.

“What a beautiful friendship.” A familiar voice comments; you fight back a smile as Somi groans at her brother.

“You wouldn’t know; you don’t have any friends,” Somi responds, laughing at her words.

“Neither will you, soon,” Jungkook whispers back, groaning when you swat him in the chest. “Any brownie batter left?”

“None for you. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Somi asks, handing you another dish.

Somi takes a break from rinsing off the dishes to bicker with Jungkook for a minute. You tune out from the conversation, dipping your fingers into the leftover batter bowl and gathering the chocolate on your fingers.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Jungkook says. When Somi finally directs her attention elsewhere, Jungkook takes the opportunity to grab your wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips before sucking the chocolate off them.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head, nervously glancing behind you to ensure Somi hadn’t seen anything. You swat at Jungkook’s chest for the second time, and he laughs as if you’re being overly dramatic. It’s odd how surprisingly calm he is about everything. His demeanor would have worried you if you didn’t trust him so much.

Jungkook wipes the renaming bit of chocolate around his lips before mouthing ‘Good luck.’ You give him a nervous smile, watching as he slips past Somi and leaves out the front door. You get back to work, making small talk with Somi as you help her load the dishwasher.

It’s now or never.

“So,” you start, “we’re gonna be living together soon.”

Somi smiles, “Finally! God, I can’t wait to have some freedom. My stupid curfew is a major cock-block. Right when things are finally getting good on a date, I have to go back home. So fucking frustrating. There’s literally cobwebs in my vagina.”

You snort, loading the final dish into the washer. “Well, you won’t have that problem anymore.”

“I know. And maybe you’ll even find someone worthy even to date you.” Somi jokes, hopping on the kitchen counter.

“Uh, what if I already have found someone…worthy enough?” You question, pressing a few buttons to get the dishwasher going.

“As if.”

“Somi, I’m serious.”

She sighs, still not buying your confession. “Alright then, who is it?”

“...Your brother.”

A beat of silence passes, and then Somi doubles over in laughter, nearly slipping off the counter several times in seconds. It takes her a minute to catch her breath, clutching her collar for support as she regulates her breathing; even tears are forming in her eyes. “Holy fuck, can you imagine? You and my brother? Jesus Christ.”

“Look, there really isn’t an easy way to say this, but we really do like each other. We’ve been…together this whole summer. Well, not officially; I didn’t want to put a label on anything without talking to you about it first.” You finally confess. The weight on your shoulders doesn’t immediately drop as you expected; it’s like the load has gotten heavier.

Somi has a blank expression as she stares at you, eyes darting around the kitchen as she processes the information. “You’re serious?”

You nod.

She shakes her head, “What kind of friend are you?”

Fuck.

“Somi, please, let me—”

She cuts you off, hopping off the counter and inching towards you. “So, what? All this time, you were using me to get close to Jungkook? Out of every fucking guy on the planet?!”

“No! Of course not! Somi, I never even imagined myself in a relationship with him until this summer, I swear!” Your voice trembles as Somi approaches you. The two of you have never been in a physical fight before, but the expression on her face tells you there’s a first time for everything.

“Oh, really? You expect me to believe that, huh? So it’s just a coincidence that you guys suddenly got together right before we’re all gonna be living in the same building?”

“I know it doesn’t sound great, but—”

“I think you should go.” Somi cuts you off calmly, her sudden change in demeanor shocking you. A moment ago, she looked angry enough to hit you, but now, she seems a few seconds away from breaking down in tears.

You nod understandably, telling Somi to take all the time she needs and to call you when she’s ready to talk.

She doesn’t say a word as you exit her house, and you wonder if you’ve just lost the best friend you’ve ever had.

“I’ve never seen her this angry, Jungkook. I thought she was gonna hit me or something.” You groan, ear pressed up against your phone as you rant to Jungkook.

It’d been a few hours since you left Somi’s house; Jungkook had promised to call you during his break to hear how the conversation went. You’re still shaking as the memories flood you, how your best friend in the world accused you of using her. What a fucking joke.

“She’ll get over it, trust me. Y’know, before I called you, she spent five minutes yelling at me over the phone. Five fucking minutes, and I just took it. She’ll be fine.” He says, following up with a loud slurping noise that suggests Jungkook has chosen to have ramen for lunch.

It’s astonishing how calm he’s managed to stay this entire time.

You flip over on the couch, head resting on the armrest as you stare at the ceiling. “I just don’t wanna lose her. She’s a fireball, for sure, but she’s my fireball. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“I just told you you’re not gonna be without her, okay?”

“...Okay.”

There’s a knock at your front door, most likely from the pizza delivery Jungkook had sent to your house.

“I gotta go. The food is here. Are you still stopping by after your shift?”

“Of course. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you stand, making your way to the front door. “I’ll save you some pizza.”

He chuckles at that, “You better. I’ll see you later, okay? I love you.”

He what?

“You what?” You pause, hand on the doorknob.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later.” He hangs up.

You don’t have time to process his words; the knocking at your front door happens again.

Twisting the knob, you’re met with Somi staring back at you. “Somi? What’re you—”

“I don’t care if you date Jungkook.” She claims, storming through your front door, “If you guys want to be together, then I’m not standing in the way. But I will not be your friend if you date him, so it’s either him or me.”

You follow Somi into your living room, your pulse quickening upon hearing her ultimatum. “Somi, that’s not—”

“Before you choose…as a girl, and as your friend, I have to be completely honest with you.” She sighs, fingers nervously raking through her hair as she sits on your couch. “I called Jungkook after you left, and he talked to me about you guys.”

You nod, taking a seat next to her. “Okay, and…?”

She sighs again, taking your hand in her own. “Everything he’s ever told you was a lie.”

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·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, jealous & sassy nanami, black!reader

₊˚ෆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 while you were on your date with nanami, you had bumped Into a long time friend catching up with him. but nanami didn't like the fact he was being touchy with you and gets jealousy.

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 this was a request from someone anonymously who asked “young jealous nanami.” but I lost the thing 😕, so It won’t be able to notified the person I’m responding to so If you’re still keeping updated with me I’m so sorry for your late request and still hope you like It anyway!

also guys, we’re so close to 1k followers 🙏 If any of you forgot once we hit 1k followers I will be doing a face reveal and a little giveaway (If I think of something by then) but If It does happen I will provide details!

❝ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ! ❞ - 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 kento was very vocal about his expressions when It came to a lot of stuff. so when you seen the face he was making when your friend was talking to you, you put two and two together.

he was getting jealous ~

kento was never the jealous type which also surprised you to see the dirty glare he was giving f/n. a tight hold on his tea cup looked as If It was gonna break by how tight he was holding the mug, It made his blood boil to see this guy be all touchy with you. you might've thought It was all friendly and nice but he was also a guy, he knows how guys can be when It came to girls. your friend liked you. It was obvious!

even when gojo or geto would hug you or playfully touch you It was genuine friendship not this! he hated to say but he wished you were talking to gojo out of all people. thought gojo can be an asshole sometimes he knows to respect your guys relationship despite the many times he's tried to get under his skin or annoy him. kento scoffed to himself turning back to outside watching as cars and birds went by taking another sip from his tea. you noticed this, tearing your eyes away from f/n to him with a deep sigh grinning. f/n followed where your gaze was to be met with the blonde boy across from them, his eyebrows furrowed. when he was about to say something to catch your attention you Interrupted, "f/n It was so nice seeing you again but I have to get back to someone. I'm so sorry n/n." you said looking at him with an apologetic look standing up from your seat as he nodded his head slowly going disappointed. "uh yeah..I'll see you next time then?." you gave him a small smile, "of course, my number Is still the same just text me!." you ruffled his hair hearing him whine, swatting his hand at you, “y/n my hair!.” he pouted slightly but shook his head with a gentle smiling.

once f/n had left you walked back to your table to where your pouty boyfriend was sat. when you sat down In front of kento he still kept his gaze outside with a bitter look, "kento." he gave you a small glance with a brow, "oh? you're finally back from your friend? I didn't notice you." you rolled your eyes kicking him playfully under the table poking your lip out, "kenny, don't be like that. he's just my friend." he scoffed setting down his mug looking at you fully, "a friend that likes you?."

"he doesn't like me-" "y/n I'm a guy. I know how we are when we like a girl. the hints where there." again you sighed shaking your head, grabbing ahold of his hand. "ken, trust me when I say this. f/n Is clingy. like really clingy, and I admit he does need to learn boundaries but he's still just a kid babe. he's only 16, It's been awhile since we last seen each other. trust me he has no feelings for me." nanamis eyebrows furrowed but then sighed looking down.

after hearing your explanation..everything made sense In a way. he gave your hand a small squeeze nodding his head, "I only love you kento, stop being a big baby." you chuckled seeing him shoot a glare your way but nodded his head again, "I'm sorry my love." he mumbled feeling his cheeks heat up from being flustered bringing your hand to his lips pecking the back of It as you stared at him with nothing but love In your eyes, "I'm not mad at you so don't worry, It wasn't big anyway" you shrugged, "but don't do It again." you pointed a finger at him who grinned In response staring back at you, "yes ma'am." you smiled back placing your hand to grab ahold of his chin bringing him forward as you leaned across the table, "good." you closed the space between you both feeling his lips ontop of yours.

he Instantly relaxed In your hold leaning more Into It but remembering you're In a public place you pulled back after a few seconds as he chased your lips with a groan. you patted his cheek standing up from your spot with a energetic bounce, "now let's go! I can't be late to my hair appointment."

had him right between your fingers.

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pandorxxx · 8 months

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An unexpected Visitor: Chapter 1

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader

Warnings: forbidden love, trouble maker lo’ak (ofc), angry- Lo’ak (kinda), p in v, cursing, orgasms. (Lmk if I missed anything else)

Synopsis: You were promised to Neteyam. Him being next in line for olo’eyktan and you training to be the next tsahik, it only made sense. However, you had lo’ak on your mind. What happens when lo’ak gets tired of sneaking around, and asks you to be his mate? Will your father approve of this?

Chapter 2

🔞MDNI🔞

It was no secret…although you tried your hardest to keep it as such. You were among the elite kids in the clan, your father being jakes right hand man, and your mother being one of the best hunters here. So it was only fair that you had the prime pickings of the clans finest men.

Everyone thought it would be you and Neteyam. As you both were promised to eachother as young kids. You training to be a healer while Neteyam was up next for olo’eyktan, it only made the most since.

But if you were being completely honest, you didn’t like Neteyam all that much. And it was clear he wasn’t checking for you either. The truth was, he was too similar to you. You need someone to take you out of your comfort zone, not join you IN it. You two were friends, nothing more…nothing less. You both had discussed this many of times, yet either of you were bold enough to tell your parents of the decision you both made. So that situation went untouched.

Plus, it wouldn’t make sense for you to mate with Neteyam as if lo’ak wasn’t the one you were sneaking around with. Yes, it was true. You and lo’ak had a thing going on. It was always speculated around the clan, but never confirmed. You were just that good at hiding it.

Plus, you didn’t need your father hearing about this. He was really strict. Hell, it took him a few years to accept the fact that you were promised to Neteyam, and that you would be having a family of your own one day. So you just knew he would have a problem with lo’ak; the trouble maker of the clan mating with his only daughter? Over his dead body.

So the only way to see lo’ak romantically was to sneak around. Usually at night when your parents were sleeping, or on days like this one, when everyone was too busy doing their chores to care what was going on with the clans good girl and bad boy.

- - -

“Riiide that dick, fuuuuck.” Lo’ak chuckled breathily, receiving the utmost amount of pleasure as your little cunt squeezed his shaft. Your dainty hands were placed on his chest as you rode him like your life depended on it. Each bounce of your hips caused a loud smack that rang through the forest shamelessly.

And you couldn’t care less, not with his 14 inch cock buried deep inside of you. Shit, you couldn’t even think. All you knew was not to stop, or that undeniable pleasure would vanish.

“I-I’m gonna cum. I-I’mmmm gonna c-cum.” You whispered, heavy pants escaping your lungs as you bounced on his lap.

“Yeah?” He asked, siting up on his elbows just to watch your ass bounce. He snaked around, palming the plush skin with a loud grunt.

“Mm-hmm.” You nodded, faint whimpers escaping your lips as your walls began to contract around his length.

“O-Oh….ohhh fuuuck” he spoke, mouth slightly agape as his head followed your movements. He couldn’t take his eyes away. He squeezed your ass alittle harder, his hips bucking slightly into yours. He was close too….

“Same time, baby. S-Same time.” He moaned, lip between his teeth as he admired his favorite part of you. You were a mess, so fucked out that your body was begging for a release. Yet, you knew better. And no matter what you were doing…you hated to say this…but your fathers wrath was always lingering in the back of your mind.

“Let me cum first. Y-You can’t cum inside of me.” You moaned, your voice rippling with the pace of his thrusts now. Eywa, how much he hated those words…every.fucking.time you said them.

He growled out of frustration, taking it out on your tight little cunt. With a strong hand gripping your middle, he knocked the wind out of you with every thrust.

“F-Fuck just once. I need to fill this pussy up. Please.” He begged, faced balled up in pleasure as languid whimpers escaped his mouth.

“I know, b-but don’t do it. Hold it until I’m done!” You cried, legs beginning to shake around his hips. You felt your core heat up, meaning that your orgasm was seconds away.

Lo’ak decided to close his eyes, maybe it would hault his orgasm until you were done. He couldn’t believe what you were asking of him; To let you bounce on his cock until YOU were satisfied, while he was just seconds away from his earth shattering orgasm as well. And lord forbid if he came inside you. How the fuck was he supposed to do this? “Hurry then, b-baby! I-I can’t take it!” He growled, eyes shut and jaw clenched.

“I-I’m- shiiit!” You screamed, walls fluttering around his cock as you let your juices flow down his shaft with every slow bounce. As you rode out your high, you began to mumble nonsense in his ear.

“T-This dick is sooo good. So so sooo s-so good.” You whispered, fangs grazing his lobe. It sent a chill down his spine, his ears perking in excitement.

“Ohh come on, d-don’t talk like that. You’ve gotta- nghh!- gotta get up.” He moaned, pushing on your stomach gently, his eyes back glued to your ass.

“I-I’m still cumming, lo’ak. Don’t stop me, pleaseee?” You whimpered, rolling your hips into his. His eyes crossed, mouth falling agape as pitiful whimpers escaped.

“Fuuck, no. I-I can’t y/n!” He strained, shaking his head in disagreement. He gently pushed you off of him before fisting his cock.

“Ohhhh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit!” He grunted, his seed spewing out of him like lava. Sooo much of it too.

After one final thrust to his hand, he let go, body going limp on the moss beneath him. He was panting, sweat pooling from his body.

“That was amazinggg.” You panted, crawling over to your loincloth. Lo’ak scoffed with the energy he could muster.

“Mhm. I’m glad you had fun.” He snarled, sitting up lazily to grab his loincloth. You shot your head at him. Here he goes again. With his little attitude.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, tying your cloth around your hips. Eyes brow cocked as you awaited an answer.

Lo’ak stood to his full height, making you visibly back down in the slightest. He took a deep breath, tying his loincloth around his hips as well.

“Do you love me or what? Be honest. Because this shit doesn’t feel like love.” He confessed, finally meeting your confused gaze. “Huh? What are you even saying? Because I won’t let you CUM inside of me, I don’t love you now?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“It’s bigger than that, and you know it. After this, we’re gonna go our separate ways until you need me again. It’s funny how you can’t make time for a REAL date, yet you FIND time for some dick.” He spat, eyeing you up and down in disgust. He was getting really sick of this game you liked to play.

“Oh please! Be realistic for 2 seconds. You know I love you. And you know why we CANNOT be together. I don’t know why you’re acting like we haven’t discussed this.” You rebuttal, turning on your heals to leave him where he’s standing.

“You love me, right? prove that shit.” He growled, making you stop in your tracks. You turned around and walked close to him. “I just proved it…5 minutes ago!” You strained. He growled in frustration again.

“God, NO! Everything isn’t about sex!” He shouted, grabbing you by your neck out of sheer aggravation.

“Then WHAT?” You shouted back. He clenched his jaw, nose flaring as his tail wagged high behind him. He loved you so much that he was willing to say this next thing…

“Let me meet your father, properly. So I can take you out on a fucking date for once. A REAL date.” He spoke with less aggression, letting your neck go gently. Your eyes visibly widened at his request. “Lo’ak…my father wouldn’t approve of this.” You whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

“How do you know that? We haven’t even tried yet.” He asked, a genuine tone in his voice. You sighed, taking his hands in yours.

“Lo’ak, my father knows that I’m promised to Neteyam already. He wouldn’t approve of my choice being his younger brother. It makes me look bad….and-“ you were stopped abruptly.

“And what?” He asked curiously. Head titled slightly as he awaited an answer.

“My father is strict. VERY strict. And you have…a bit of a reputation around the clan. He thinks you’re a trouble maker…everyone does. Im sorry.” You whispered, your voice cracking from the tears that we’re getting ready to form.

He had a look of defeat, disappointment. Was his reputation that messed up…that if fucked up his chances to get the girl he’s always wanted?

“I can be good for you. I WILL be good…for you. I won’t cause any more trouble if it means that I get a fair shot at making you mine. If your father doesn’t like me after, then it’s fine, I get that but….I just wanna try. Please, y/n. Let me meet him.” He begged before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

How could you deny him? Especially when you’ve got the clans bad boy BEGGING to make you his? Begging to meet your father, just so he can be public with you? Promising to be GOOD…for you? You had no other choice but to say….

“Yes, yes I’ll let you meet my father. Come over for dinner tomorrow. No funny business please.” You nodded, a small smirk creeping on your lips as the possibility of being with lo’ak.

“OH SHIT! YES! This is great! I’ll be there.”

He shouted in excitement. You’d never seen him smile that wide before. You were just happy that he was happy.

“No cursing when you meet him. He’ll kick you out.” You warned, pointing your finger at him. He chuckled before nodding. “I won’t, I promise.”

“No talking back either, please? I know how you get-“ he interrupted you again. “I swear ON MY LIFE. I would never disrespect him.” He spoke in a serious tone.

You smiled, placing your hands on his chest. “Ok then. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You spoke, standing on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

You turned on your heels again. Going to walk away before you felt a hard smack on your ass. “Fuck! Are you crazy?” You shouted, rubbing the burning skin. He chuckled at you, eyeing your small frame up and down.

“Maybe. I love you, though.” He teased. You rolled your eyes. Turning to walk away from him.“I love you too, lo’aaaaaak.” You sung before disappearing into the tall trees

As excited as he was, lo’ak knew he had some hard work ahead of him….

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beautifulchris · 1 month

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haunt you

pairing: ex!jake sim x gn!reader

summary: after breaking up with him, you decide to opt for revenge, and revenge he's gonna get

genres: slight angst, exes!au, revenge!au

wc: 1,1k

tw: jake is a cheater and an asshole, swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), alcohol consumption, violence, reader is called queen once

notes: i'm back, did you miss me? this piece is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics, banner made by me on canva.

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A place filled with infatuated young adults, alcohol pouring from bottles to glasses and from glasses directly to throats. Sometimes, glasses are even out of the equation.

A young man walking towards an empty room with a beautiful young woman by his side, neither thinking straight, both giving in to the lewd thoughts and desire.

The downing feeling of being betrayed by someone you love, the void consuming you as you easily caught them.

That was what happened the first time Jake cheated on you.

Yes, the ‘first’ time. It was an error, a mistake. At least that was what he pleaded. But then it happened again. And again.

The fifth time you caught him, you had enough. You broke up with him for good. It felt liberating, like a heavy load was lifted off your shoulders. You couldn’t explain to yourself why you didn’t leave the first time.

He didn’t say much, except he didn’t particularly want to see you again.

I know, right? You should’ve been the one to say that. Of course, you disagreed. That would’ve been boring.

Even if your feelings for him had diminished over time until entirely expired, it didn’t mean he had the right to treat you the way he did.

Therefore, instead of avoiding him at all costs, you showed up at his usual spots on purpose.

He didn’t want to see you? You were going to make him look at you. Every. Single. Day. So he wouldn’t forget you that easily.

You weren’t usually a revenge type of person, but you felt like he deserved it.

Although I left, I'm not gone It's funny how every day you say that you moved on I hope that everywhere you go and everything you do You'll never forget me, I'll be watching you

After getting a glimpse of you, his friends would ask Jake if he was okay. He’d say the same thing over and over again.

“I’ve moved on guys, I’m good.”

And he believed it, at first. He’d find another person and it would be nice and new, but then would come the intercourse and his mind would be filled with you. He’d reproach the resemblance between the two of you.

He was looking for a pretty girl he could forget you with. Two, eight, twelve… No matter how many people he’d sleep with, he would still see your face and secretly wish it was you with him.

And when you take her home, you're kissing someone new You'll be wishing it was me on top of you And when she's in your bed, I'll be in your head You'll be thinking 'bout me instead

He felt like you were haunting him and blamed it on the fact he saw you every day. It was your fault he felt this way. You were the only one who could free him.

One Saturday night, at a party held by a common friend, Jake found you outside, a half empty glass in hand, dancing with your friends.

Even if he saw you often, it dawned on him that you looked beautiful every time. Almost like a precious jewel in a museum. An unreachable treasure.

He walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the crowded space.

Smirking, you followed him without a word.

He stopped when you reached a more secluded area, but not too far from the front door.

“Y/N,” he breathed, taking in your revealing dress up close.

“Jake,” you said coldly. “What do you want?”

He reluctantly let go of your hand and you crossed your arms.

“I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You laughed internally. Perfect.

I kinda like it when I'm fucking with your head I kinda like the games I play, I smile when I see you upset

“How is that my problem?” you asked before sipping on your cocktail by the straw.

“Be with me. Let’s start again, yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the loud scoff that left your lips. He looked desperate and pathetic.

“I don’t buy back the stuff I sell, Jake. What, you’re missing me? You wish we were still a thing? Maybe you should’ve thought about me when you cheated. Multiple times, may I add. It’s over. We will never get back together.”

Everything was said calmly, yet firmly. Your plan worked, he was hurting. That was all you wished for.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was wrong.”

“You must be kidding me. It’s a little late for an apology now, don’t you think?”

“You don’t understand…” he pleaded. “All I think about is you. You’re intoxicating.”

“Damn right I am, yet you still went and betrayed me not one time, but five!”

He gulped, avoiding your gaze.

“More than that?” What else was there to say, honestly? He never cared for you. “You know what? I think we’re done here.”

You started to leave, but he took your hand.

You harshly pulled away and slapped him with all the strength you had.

He fell on the muddy floor, soaking his clothes. He put his hand over his reddening cheek, too stunned to speak.

“I said, we’re done.”

You get what you give when you mess with me

You left him there and went back to your friends.

“Ah, shit, my glass is empty,” you sighed. “That sucks.”

You excused yourself and went to the kitchen.

“That was some epic punch back there.”

Pouring yourself a glass of your favorite cocktail, you didn’t look up. No need, you already knew who it was.

“Thanks, Jen.”

“Honestly, he had it coming. What a powerful queen move, Y/Nie.”

She bitched over your ex for about five minutes, during which you concentrated on the effects of the alcohol in your veins and the deafening music playing in the living room, barely hearing her.

“Jen,” you called, interrupting her, “I’m gonna go. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“Oh—sure, do you want me to drop you off? I haven’t drank a single drop.”

It was true, you should know as you spent your night with her.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to stay?”

“Nah, these parties aren’t what they used to be.”

Finishing your glass in one go, you grabbed your coat on the way out. Most of your friends were still outside. You both said bye and left the property, no sign of Jake anywhere, except the traces of his body in the mud.

“You look happy,” she commented, opening the car door for you.

“Thanks. Yeah, that slap felt amazing.”

She started driving towards your house. “What are you gonna do, now?”

“Now that I’m done haunting him, I’m gonna focus on my life.”

Wondering what happened to Jake after that?

He had a hard time forgetting you. Even if you stopped showing up, it took him about six months to move on. You scarred him for life, though.

He won’t cheat ever again, I’m telling you!

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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If They Where Dads

Fluff head cannons! 🤍

Gender neutral reader. Kinda sounds like reader gave births but I kinda figured it’s either adoption or a quirk that can combine dna. Idk.

Feel free to leave request for other characters!

Daycare pick up head cannon

Aged up of course!!

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

“She's beautiful”

“Daddy’s gonna buy you the fucking world.”

Big red eyes stared back as tiny hands gripped scared calloused fingers.

He would teach his kids sign language incase he ever does lose his hearing.

Is the type of dad that just carries the baby because fuck the stroller and shit- he’s a walking one that can also rock the little monster to sleep.

Will call the baby ‘Mini SpitFire’ and ‘Adorable Monster’(better than dumbass)

Will sign his daughter(and future kid- aka his baby boy) up for karate

And if his kid doesn’t have a quirk, he’s going to sign them up for a bunch of self-defense classes. He wants to protect them from people like him growing up.

Your phone Lock Screen is a picture of your toddler mid-sprint to the door as Katsuki is crouched with arms wide open. He had just gotten off a patrol, his hair mused and masked pushed up. His gauntlets pushed to the side. His face was dirty and stained. But his smile was huge and little tears are in his eyes from seeing his little mini spitfire come running to him.

“Don’t post that”

“But Kat-“

“No”

Can't let the public know king explosion murder is a big old softy. No, that is only for his family.

🦈Eijiro Kirishima🦈

Dude freaked out when he found out it’s gonna be twins- girls a matter of fact’ As babies, he’d put them in little shark onesies and then put on his own.

Your Lock Screen is a picture of your two beautiful twin girls in these little onesies and your Home Screen is Pro Hero Red Riot in a large Great White Shark onesie holding his two lovely(in shark onesies) twin girls in each of his arms. A big, proud, sharp smile stretched on his face.

He is the kind of dad to strap one of the girls to his chest, the other girl you have strapped to yours. There is totally a picture on the fridge of you two like that.

Would call his girls:

“Little riot, stop pulling your sister's hair!”

“Sharky, you shouldn’t be up there!”

The girls will call you Mama Papa, or Sharky Shark. (So- MommaShark! SharkyShary or ShaSha!) They call Kiri Daddy Shark.

The girls have shark plushies, cat ones, and so many plushies! One of the girls’ favorites, when they were toddlers, was a Red Riot plush. They’d hold it so damn tight whenever Kiri had to leave on a long mission.

They call the Bakuquad the following when they are very young:

Uncle Bak-uh-dough

Unky Serooooo

Aunty Mina

Unk Donkey or Denks (purely because Denki will make a goofy face when they say it)

Also, I think Testu would still pop by and the girl would call him Test.

⚡️Denki⚡️

Would freak the fuck out when he finds out but also be so excited

Will call the baby “Sparky!” And bakugou will say it sounds like you're calling a dog-

⚡️“ but you use to call me stuff like that-“

“Yeah I know”

⚡️“ but you said it sounds like a dog-“

“Yup”

Bakuogou felt a light hit to the back of his head. You walk past him while holding your/Denki’s baby. He just laughs. What? You’d think he’d do or say something to a woman holding a baby. Fuck no.

There’s a picture on your phone of Denki holding your baby, who is fast asleep, with rubber gloves on his hands. He’s being incredibly careful now. Wearing rubber gloves to ensure he never accidentally sparks the baby. He keeps getting excited every time he sees you two. That’s your Home Screen FWI.

The baby does have a Pikachu onesie. And a hat with the ear sticking up. As well as a Pokeball pillow(Mina got them for Christmas)

I feel like Shinso stops over a lot too. Like these guys are really good friends in the future.

“Uncle Shin!”

“Hey there Spark” he would totally gift the baby little cat stuffed animals and cat hairpins.

▪️🔸Sero🔸▪️

Sero would be surprised but stay chill.

Sero would call his baby girl:

“Hermosa (beautiful) you gotta wake up. We have to get ready for school”

Would teach his daughter Spanish(assuming you also know it too)

The girl's room is decorated with plants and cute food tapestries. There would definitely be one of those egg nest swings in the room(the ones above ground and hanging from the wall). He would hold the baby and rock them to sleep in it.

I feel like the baby would have a really cute, soft, cartoon ‘spider’ plush. But it’s not even really a spider- but a blob with a ‘:3’ face and eight legs. Totally has cat ears. Sero found it one day and was like ‘yup, that’s coming home’.

You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, you frickin love it.

Sero brings home the cutest but most random stuffed animals and toys. Ones that are just funny and adorable but make no fucking sense.

At an older age, Sero would definitely play with his daughter via his quirk. Your lock Screen is a picture of your daughter hanging upside down, her ‘spider’ plush hanging in her hand.

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onekindredspirit · 5 months

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This photo is the last remaining evidence that I once stood before the mystic portal of the O.K. Corral. Everything else except memory has been taken with time, and so I deposit this remnant here in salt and light and code. The O.K. Corral was a crumbling, condemned 5 bedroom Victorian villa that featured in my life when I was young. I rented it with a friend for, initially, $40 per week. That price was later negotiated down to 'rent free'. Mr. Fox, our landlord, was seen only once more, and on that occasion he tried to sell the place to us for $10,000. The current market value is around $1.5 million ... but money isn't everything. The O.K. Corral was a 'Dude Ranch' and the definition of that is "... an all-inclusive immersive vacation that includes lodgings, meals, horseback riding, fishing and hiking and more." Okay, there was no horseback riding, fishing or hiking but there were other things going on ... and more. Interestingly, the word 'dude' has changed meaning over the last 140 years. Today 'dude' means something like 'bro' but back in the 1880's, when 'Dude Ranches' first began, it was slang for an urbanite. As I write, things continue to fall into place.

I had known my friend since I was 6 years old. I don't think I liked him much back then. He was an extrovert and pushy when getting the painting resources at school. I didn't sit with him anyway because I was a 'foreigner' and I had to sit next to the only other foreigner in the class, Elizabeth Federinko, a Ukrainian girl who couldn't speak English and drew horses all day. I think it was the horse drawing that eventually drove me crazy or maybe it was something else ... possibly bad blood. Anyway, I'll call my friend 'Bukowski'. By the time we were 20 years old I quite liked the guy. Sure there were other arenas of male competition but I found myself better equipped to deal with those. The cool thing about pushy people is that they make thing happen and 'Bukowski' was no exception. For example, he could cook. We had a litany of weirdos and 'freaks' pass through the O.K. Corral. A note to the sensitive - to be called a freak back then was the highest form of compliment in our subculture. It was all a little crazy and you would be disappointed in me if I told you about life at the O.K. Corral, so I won't. Let's talk about something else. One day 'Bukowski' decided to move to another region of New Zealand, some place warmer that would better suit a boho gentleman with alcohol thinned blood. I have rarely lived alone but for a week I did until one morning I was woken at 1am by someone sitting on the end of my bed and talking to me. I wasn't clear as to what she was saying but I wasn't at all concerned as this was probably 'normal' when you don't lock your doors. Realising I was now awake she turned on the light.

I didn't know her but I knew who she was. I'd seen her riding around the city on a Norton Commando motorcycle which had impressed me because of her small size and once she had smiled at me as we passed each other on a city street. I remember that smile, it was powerful enough to stop and turn me around. It was a beautiful smile. The following morning she returned with her possessions and we shared my bed. I feel I had been looking for this person most of my life but when you dream someone into your life there's a danger that the results may be "... reductive and diminutive and I think basically misogynistic ..." as the writer Zoe Kazan once said in an interview when discussing the 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl' trope. Clementine, in the movie 'The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' warns Joel - "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours". One thing though, I was never quite sure if she was my projection or if I was, in fact, the projection of her own desires. But I'm comfortable with that. We lived together. She taught me a lot. I gave her love in return. 'Clementine' eventually moved to Australia, a place better suited to her large personality. Years later I was sitting having an espresso at Fidel's Cafe on Cuba Street when 'Clementine' walked past the large plate-glass window. I had only a glimpse of her face but from that brief moment I sensed that she was not happy and that her health was not good. I didn't get up and rush out to catch up with her. I didn't run after her seeking some meaningful reunion. I let her go and watched as she disappeared into the crowd. Sometime in the not too distant past I had discovered that the person I had been looking for all through my youth and into later life was myself. I let 'Clementine' go. But the night I wrote this I dreamed of 'Clementine' and it was a beautiful dream.

- One Kindred Spirit

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 1 year

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part six

pairing: (future) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral maybe hinted angst?

el's thoughts: okayyyyyy after a lot of thinking through the plot of the series... i realized i can't actually make it so kaz and y/n are in a relationship by the end of the season.... soooo it's gonna be heavily hinted at through out the rest of the series and once i reach the end of s2 we'll just see where i go from there. anyway, sorry for keeping you waiting for a hot second! enjoy :)

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The gunshots didn’t let up as grunts were barely heard from the hall. “It’s over, Brekker!” Pekka shouted over the gunfire. Kaz pulled out two small bombs from his pocket and a lighter. He tried to start the lighter but no flicker of fire came from it. He cursed under his breath before Y/N scoffed, “Oh, hand it over.” She pulled the bombs from his hands, snapped her fingers, and lit the fuses before throwing them over to the other side of the desk. Kaz stared at her as she brought her hands over her ears. His eyes calculating as if trying to solve the puzzle that was her. A flicker of amazement flashed through his eyes but vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Y/N quickly shoved her thoughts away, “Ears!” She shouted at him and he quickly covered his ears right before the bombs went off.

Y/N sighed out loud as she cleaned up the soiled rags and dumped the blood-infested water down the drain. “It’s a miracle she’s alive.” She said, dragging herself out of her own thoughts of the moment just hours before.

Nina scoffed, “I’m no healer, but she would’ve been fine.” The inferni nodded, “Probably… I just don’t do blood.” The heartrender rolled her eyes, “How you were a lieutenant-general of the second army, I don’t know.”

“Even I’d like to know how I got the position.” Her eyes glazed over as a memory of the Darkling flittered through her mind, “You know, never mind. I don’t want to know.” The reminder of his dark eyes scanning over her made a chill run down her spine.

Nina watched her with saddened eyes, knowing vaguely about the girl’s past from hushed whispers and rumors that spread like a wildfire through the little palace. It was a known fact that the General had a soft spot for the inferni since the moment he brought her in. Where she came from, no one knew. Everyone knew better than to prie into her business given her relationship with the Darkling. Were they a couple? It was never confirmed, but it was suggested strongly through actions.

Muffled voices snapped the two out of their separate trains of thought.

“We should go update them on Inej.” Nina shot her a smile as she walked out of the room.

Y/N pulled herself out of her chair and followed, down a winding hall to the room where the muffled voices were heard.

“You don’t take down a lion by cutting off his tail.” Kaz’s grave voice spoke harshly.

“I’m sorry, you’ve been on safari when? We’re putting out lives on the line.” The resentment in Jesper’s tone was as clear as the night sky outside the tomb windows.

“I thought you preferred it that way.”

The two grisha shared a look before making their presence known. Wylan was the first to turn toward them, “Is Inej going to be okay?”

Nina ran her hands over the waist of her dress as she spoke, “Um… I wouldn’t call myself the most proficient Healer, but she’ll not be a permanent resident here.”

“Not yet anyway.” Jesper threw a glare at Kaz.

“Technically, no one gets buried here anymore. When the firepox plague hit years ago, so many people died that the crematoriums all got backed up, so they had to float all the dead bodies in the harbor.” Wylan said.

As the young chemist spoke Y/N noticed Brekker tense up at the mention of the plague. His shoulders stiffened and his hands clenched, causing the leather around his knuckled to tighten around his fists.

“That’s enough!”

The four people behind him froze in mild shock and slight fear. The sound of shuffling papers was heard before he turned around, handing the papers to Jesper.

The sharpshooter’s eyes glanced down quickly, “Appelbroek?”

“Pekka has a glass factory there, but there are no sandpits in Appelbroek. So cartage fees would kill all of his profits. Find out what he’s really up to.” Kaz turned to Wylan, “If you want to help, instead of spurting useless historical facts, go with Jesper.”

The pair was quick to leave the room, closing the door behind them.

All who were left were Nina, Y/N, and Kaz. Silence settled for a moment before the Heartrender spoke up. “Not that you asked, but you might want to consider grounding your Wraith for now. I always wanted to be a Healer, but that doesn’t mean that I’m any good.”

Kaz cut her off, “If I need you again, I’ll let you know.”

If glares could kill, he would be six feet under, two times over. Y/N and Nina shared an infuriated look, neither moving to make their leave.

“All the guards who work the fights at Hellgate are loyal to Pekka and on his payroll. All but one.”

“The fights?” Y/N’s voice surprised her as she gave voice to her thoughts.

“Hellshow. It’s exactly as you’d imagine. Find a guard names Hiemstra. He has a port-wine stain across his brow. He’ll get a message to your Fjerdan.”

“Can we trust him?” Nina asked.

“We can trust he doesn’t want Pekka to know what I have on him.”

Nina nodded slightly and moved to the door as Kaz spoke up once again. “What you did tonight made you a Crow.” He turned to Y/N, “You as well. Keep a low profile. You’ll both be in Pekka’s sights now.”

The girls shared an annoyed glance before the brunette made her leave.

Y/N stood silently by the other door watching Kaz sort through a few more papers as he zoned out on the wall in front of him. “Inej.” He looked up at met y/e/c eyes with a fire behind them.

“Down the hall.” Y/N nodded to the door behind her and held her breath as he limped past her.

“What’s yours?”

Y/N barely heard Inej’s voice as she walked down the hall quietly.

“The limp. The cane.” Kaz’s voice sounded strained as if it hurt him physically to speak.

Her stomach turned involuntarily as she watched them from the doorway. Kaz stared at her as she brought her hands over her ears. His eyes calculating as if trying to solve the puzzle that was her. A flicker of amazement flashed through his eyes but vanished as quickly as it appeared. She felt her heart clench at the memory, her mind still trying to find the reasoning behind it.

It was simply amazement. Kaz had never worked closely with a grisha, let alone the most powerful grisha in their class. She’d learned at an early age that some people get amazed at the slightest sign of power. And she picked up quickly that Kaz Brekker was one of those people. Even if he held his composition together.

If the look on his face was simply amazement, why did she replay that moment in her mind more than she’d like to admit?

Dragging herself out of her spiraling thoughts, she cleared her throat. Dirtyhands and the Wraith moved apart and turned to her. Kaz stared at her for a moment, the familiar flash of amazement flew through his coffee-brown eyes before they turned to stone once again.

“What’s the safest way from here back to the Slat?” Kaz asked. The grip on his cane was tight, making the leather gloves flex with his hand.

“Rozenstraat onto Buysberg. Why?” Inej answered, her voice tense.

“We need some new blood.” Kaz limped heavily towards the door and glanced one last time at Y/N before disappearing down the hallway.

Y/n turned to Inej with a small teasing smile causing the suli girl to look down and hold her bleeding arm. “It’s not what you think.”

Y/N calmed her beating heart and internally sighed, “Believe me.” She huffed as she walked into the room to get a better look at her wounded arm. “‘Cause I was just thinking that he’s shit at first aid.” She picked up a clean rag and poured the disinfecting alcohol onto the fabric. “You might need a hand with this before I accompany Nina to the Hellshow.” She winked at the Wraith and they both chuckled. She started cleaning the cut along her forearm making Inej gasp at the stinging.

Y/N bit back her smile in sympathy and shook her head slightly, “I’m sorry.”

“Well, isn’t this fun?” Y/N wrinkled her nose in utter disgust as they walked through the stands of the area inside Hellgate. Nina shot her a sharp glare causing the inferni to raise her hands slightly above her waist in surrender, “Right, sorry.”

The slow cranking of metal against metal echoed in the arena over all the shouts and loud conversations from the crowds. The two grisha women walked closer to the metal cage, Nina grasped the thick bars between her hands tightly, as if willing the metal to bend at her will. They both watched as a tall man walked out from under the gate.

“Matthias.” Nina’s voice was barely heard over the cheering around them.

The two men in the ring stood there for a moment before the one with ‘cannibal’ written on his back lunge first. A strong punch to the Fjerdan’s jaw caused his head to snap to the side, and with no time to recover another blow was aimed at his stomach.

After taking a few more hits, resulting in the Heartrender flinching at every grunt, the Fjerdan finally snapped. He threw a jaw-snapping punch at the smaller man, spun around, and threw his elbow back landing on the man’s collarbone. The latter fell to the floor giving Matthias an opening to continue his attack. He picked up a leg and dragged the man on his back before crushing his leg in his grasp.

The roar of the crowd grew loud enough to leave the inferni’s ears ringing. Nina called out to Matthias as she moved along the ring’s metal cage. Y/N followed her keeping a cautious eye on their surroundings, not placing a single valchka coin’s worth of trust in the people around them. Her cautions played out to be right when arms circled around her holding her arms apart. Nina struggled against the tight grips, shouting at the guards to let them go.

“Rare thing, Heartrender, to know a new fighter by name.” The heavy accent from the Wanderling Isle made Y/N turn around in shock. Pekka Rollins stood before both women, still struggling in the grips of their captors. “Hellgate’s a rough spot for a Fjerdan to make friends. A good woman would do all that she could to see her man free.”

The two grisha shared a look before Nina turned back to Pekka and asked with a strained voice, “What’s your price?”

He leaned closer to the Heartrender, “Bring me Kaz Brekker or I’ll see to it that your Fjerdan’s next fight is to the death.”

~*~

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studies-in-the-art-of-deduction · 7 months

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Stop practicing with pictures!

Alright this is gonna be one of the posts that people seem to like, probably because of the dramatic title and the "hot take" as the kids are calling it these days. This time we're talking about practice, specifically about one of the biggest mistakes i've seen people make with their practice habits

Now from the title you can already tell what i'm talking about, you have got to stop practicing with pictures, at least as much as you probably do compared to practice with irl subjects, this is for one simple reason: pictures are not real life!

Now, the argument of "anyone who posts a picture being very aware of at least vaguely what they're posting and hence your deductions are already being at least partially conditioned" is a very old one, and while actually a good one and one to keep in mind, that's not where i'm going with this

When i say pictures aren't real life i'm talking about the fact that pictures dictate the information we can get, not because of the people posting these pictures, but rather because of the nature of the pictures themselves. Any photos we find have the disadvantage of not allowing for deductions that would be useful or relevant at all in real life

Think about the following situation: you find a picture of someone's hand posted in r/deduction or somewhere similar, and you think "awesome! a fun, challenging picture that doesn't seem too stressful to deduce!" and you start going at it:

You see hairbands on the wrist, so they have long hair

You see nail polish and signs of manicure, so statistically they're probably female presenting

You see the hand is actually quite small, so they're short

You see the skin suggests they're young, maybe late teens/early 20s

You see they're wearing expensive jewlery, so well off economically

You see they're wearing an apple watch, so they have an iphone and potentially other apple devices

These are all good deductions, actually some of them could lead you to some deeper, more interesting conclussions, so all good right? Well let's now say you see this same person (with the same hand, hopefully) walking down the street, how many of those deductions are now just observations at most? The hair being long you can just see, same thing with the height and probably gender they present as, the age isn't much of a deduction either anymore, at most you could maybe narrow it down as a deduction but you can just see the range they probably fall in. You're left with maybe 2 deductions that are actually worth anything

Now yes, this is just an example, and yes i made it up, of course not all practice with pictures is useless, and not all ways of practicing with pictures are unproductive. But my point is this: a lot of people, most people i've met in this community actually, realize that it's a lot easier to just pull up your computer, find some pictures to deduce, and boom practice, not realising that most of their time an effort is probably going down the drain. And then those same people go out into the world, ready to deduce, ready to sit in a public setting and put all their practice to good use, and find that they can't actually deduce anything, or worse, they don't realise (and have no one to tell them) that hey, that deduction about that girl that just walked by having long hair because of the hairband on her wrist, yeah that's not really much of a deduction, everyone can see she has long hair.

So my advice is this: for the love of god, no matter how much you practice online, with pictures of people, keys, phones, daily carry, and rooms (jesus please don't practice only with rooms, when's the last time you actually saw someone's bedroom irl?). Do not make that your primary form of practice, go out, practice in real life scenarios, in coffee shops, and classrooms, and restaurants, watch real people exist in their natural habitat, and try to maximize your deduction abilities there, this is where most of your life is gonna be spent, and where most of your deductive abilities will matter

And apart from all of this, i'll throw in some extra advice: Practice mindfully, know why you're doing the exercises you're doing, know why and how certain types of practice work and if they're actually helping you. If you're gonna practice with pictures be aware that your goal is not to be able to use all of the types of deductions you manage to pull off with a picture in real life, but rather to strengthen your reasoning capabilities to then use those in real life, and reach different, more complex conclusions with them. Pictures are not a supplement for real life, they're a training range to make you sharper, but if you only ever go to a shooting range that doesn't mean you can suddenly join the army with no other training

That's all for this post, see you next weekend... or maybe sooner? ;)

Happy Observing!

-DV

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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hiii finally you open for request, can you do reader x tsukasa angst fluff please, thank you and have a great day💗💗💗

• Tsukasa x reader with Oya Boys | Part2

a/n: Hii! I didnt have any spesific angst idea -and you didnt give me any details- and i was planning to write a part 2 for this one.I know this is a very poorly written fic and very long... But I wanted to write the second part and I had a lot of ideas...The plot was a bit confusing and I had a hard time finishing it.I don't know if you like it, but if you don't, it's okay, you can send a request again.And it is a little late because I got injured, and I'm sorry about that too... Soo I hope you like it :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: angst to fluff, oya high usual violence

Part1

No matter how hard Y/n tried, only a few days later she found herself in the middle of things. Although she usually wanted to wear a hoodie and keep herself hidden, it wasn't easy as both YasuKiyo faction and Todoroki faction recognized her.

Even though Todoroki and Tsuji&Shiba chose to remain silent, y/n knew that Yasushi wouldn't sit still.And she was right...

She wanted to have a quiet day, but when 2 people she knew were from YasuKiyo faction blocked her way, she knocked one down with a hard kick without even waiting to listen to what they were gonna say.The other ran to her in anger, she punched him in the stomach and face, pushed him away and shouted.

"Tell your boss I'm not interested.And if they keep messing with me, I won't sit still like this any longer."

When the young girl shook her hands and wanted to put her hood back on, she heard a small applause. When she quickly turned to the direction of the voice, she looked at the person who was applauding her in surprise.

The famous king of Oya was looking at her with a smile on his face, as if he had just found out a new toy.

“Murayama-san…” Y/n whispered in surprise, Murayama smiled and gestured towards the stairs.

"Shall we go to the roof?"

Y/n didn't say anything.She did not know Murayama's intentions.She had some idea of his character, but wasn't sure if he would hurt her. But she knew very well how strong he was. So she thought it would be foolish to protest, so she put on her hoodie and followed him.

Everyone stared at them in the hallways they passed as Y/n quietly followed Murayama to the roof. Oya was strange enough to have a girl, and that girl was with Murayama ?

Murayama was watching the new freshmen's leadership race with interest.He was excited by the fact that there were many strong freshmen after Todoroki. And as this race started, he was as excited as he was surprised by the fact that there was a girl in Oya right after.

He didn't like it when he learned that she was hiding as much as possible and that some factions were targeting her. He wanted to get to know her better and find out her purpose. He also wanted her to appear with him.No one should dare to touch the person next to him.

Once they got to the roof, y/n slowly unbuttoned her hood and looked seriously at Murayama and around. The view from above was quite pleasant.She smiled:

"Nice view"

Murayama laughed and shook his head.

"I hope you don't think I invited you here to show the view"

Murayama smiled as Y/n nodded seriously.

"Y/n-chan, right?" Y/n nodded. "It is quite interesting that there is a female student in Oya. It is very interesting not because it is not possible, but because no one has asked for it until now."

Y/n was seriously trying to figure out why she was summoned here.

"I was worried when I heard that there was a female student coming here. I was curious about her purpose. At first I thought she was an attention-seeking young girl, she wanted to play with boys. But when I saw that she was not interested in anyone and could fight, I gave up on that idea."

Y/n was listening to her Senpai with a very serious expression. She could not predict the outcome of this conversation.

"I thought you'd challenge the boys and enter the leadership race after seeing you can fight, but on the contrary, you don't care about it at all. Tell me, y/n-chan... why are you in Oya?"

Y/n was torn between answering or not.It didn't make much sense for her to say that her real reason was to follow the boy she loved to the most notorious school in the area.

"I don't have a reason, I just wanted to come. Senpai, I'll graduate without getting in trouble and getting involved in that shitty race."

Murayama smiled and took a few steps closer to the young girl. Y/n did not back down or was frightened. Murayama realized that this young girl was quite daring.

"I don't think you can live here if you don't pick a side right now."

Y/n smiled

"I can protect myself, don't worry"

Murayama shook his head and again looked down from the roof at the view.

“Everyone who comes here has a purpose, y/n-chan. A purpose other than being a student… I also came here to be king. Todoroki and others too. And they fight for it, some succeed. Some fight alongside the strong, some are becoming the man. But you're not interested in power or being the king... Because you're here for someone, right?"

Y/n looked at Murayama, who turned to him with his last words, in horror. She knew he was strong and crazy, but he was also smart.How had he predicted this?

"You don't have to answer... It's also a good reason to care for someone and be with them." Murayama took a deep breath and smiled.

"This place is not for you y/n-chan. Sometimes reasons are not enough, also ambition is needed. And you are not ambitious.You will melt away in these boys' war..."

Y/n knew Murayama was right. She was angry with Tsukasa, but this was different.She had to show them that she was determined.

Y/n closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again and smiled.

"What if I prove to you that I can stay here, Murayama-san? Then will you let me stay?"

Murayama approached the young girl.He stopped right in front of her and smiled.He took a few steps towards the door without saying a word and called without turning his back at the door.

"Don't make them feel like you are weak.And… don't forget to come to me if things get too bad for you to handle."

Murayama quietly left the roof and y/n stared after him for a few seconds.She thought about what he had said and sighed deeply.She wasn't gonna give up, she was gonna keep fighting...

***

After thinking for a while on the roof, Y/n went down the stairs again and proceeded to one of the empty classrooms where she always hangs out, ignoring the people around her. When she turned the corner, she stopped her steps with the person in front of her and lifted her head.

Nakagoshi... she knew him.She knew that he was in this school and that he respected Tsukasa and wanted to follow him. But Tsukasa's refusal to enter this race changed everything. Nakagoshi thought he was afraid and said that he would beat Todoroki himself.

Everyone in Hope Hill knew her as Y/n was close with Fujio and Tsukasa.Yasushi and Kiyoshi in particular enjoyed dealing with her because of their past with Fujio and Tsukasa.

But Nakagoshi didn't see y/n as an enemy.On the contrary, he wanted her to be with him, so he finally wanted to talk to her.

"Y/n-chan, I have no intention of fighting. I just want to talk."

Y/n listened, never taking her serious gaze off the young boy's face.

"Oya is a dangerous place. And you're not on Tsukasa-san's side...If you don't join a faction when the leadership race is this fierce-"

Y/n sighed and approached the young boy with a bored expression.

"Naka-kun...I'm not interested in any faction as long as someone isn't fighting me or hurting me."

With Y/n's stern attitude, Nakagoshi excitedly replied

"Being alone will make you a target.Doesn't YasuKiyo already attack you every day because of Fujio-san?"

When Y/n remained silent, Nakagoshi spoke confidently.

"I can protect you y/n-chan."

Although Y/n was surprised at first, she smiled and adjusted her hoodie.She patted Nakagoshi's shoulder and started walking without saying a word.

As Y/n was leaving, Tsukasa came out from behind the wall where he was listening to them and came face to face with Nakagoshi. He didn't know his purpose but wanted him to stay away from y/n.

"Senpai...You don't stand up to Todoroki, so there's no one to protect y/n-chan. They're going to hurt her because you're a coward."

Tsukasa shook his head at what Nakagoshi said angrily.

"Y/n can protect herself. So you... stay away from her. Her not taking a side is the only thing keeping her safe."

Nakagoshi laughed and shook his head.

“Even I can be stronger than you in my current state. You disappointed me, your friends, and y/n-chan, senpai.”

Tsukasa was offended by the young boy's innuendo, but he didn't want to show it.

"I don't care about this race. I don't think Todoroki sees her as a threat. Instead of worrying about her, worry about yourself... and for the last time. Stay away from Y/n."

Tsukasa quietly left after his words and didnt wait for him to say anything. And Nakagoshi's men followed him silently as he left too...

***

Y/n didn't look away when she walked into one of the classes she always hangs out.When she lifted her head, she was taken aback by the sight she saw. Todoroki was sitting on one of the desks. When he saw her enter the classroom, he turned his gaze to the young girl. Thinking that she was in danger, Y/n quickly turned around and wanted to exit the door, but Tsuji and Shibaman closed the door and didn't let her leave.

Y/n tried to push both of them but couldn't.She looked at the two who were blocking her way. Both were quite tall and she knew they were both strong.Tsuji and Shiba were not like the losers Yasushi sent, she couldn't beat them both. Moreover, Todoroki was also in this room, even if she defeated the duo, she knew that Todoroki was the strongest of Oya.

"Get out of my way!"

Todoroki spoke when the young girl said it harshly

"We won't hurt you, just want to talk."

Y/n sighed at Todoroki's words and cast her stern gaze away from the two of them.She turned around and smiled

"Why is everyone saying the same thing today?"

When Todoroki pointed to the bench in front of him, y/n pulled up the chair and sat down.She put her arms on the back of the chair and looked at Todoroki.

"What do you want to talk about? And when will your Bodyguards let me out?"

Tsuji and Shiba rolled their eyes at the young girl at the same time, while Todoroki smiled at her confident demeanor. He knew she wasn't afraid, and even if she was, she would never show it. But he wondered about her connection to Murayama.

"They're not my bodyguards. I can protect myself."

Y/n smiled and nodded

"I know, I heard you are pretty strong."

"What did you talk about with Murayama? Now that he's interested-"

"What makes you think I'm going to answer that question?"

She knew that Todoroki didn't care if anyone joined him or not. He was just jealous of Murayama's position.So the only thing he wanted to talk about was Murayama.

Todoroki smiled and looked the young girl in the eyes

"I really wonder why you're here. At first I thought you were an attention-whore teenage girl."

Y/n frowned as Todoroki continued.

"You didn't come here to hunt men. You don't compete for leadership either. You don't join anyone, but you don't fight anyone either. If you're not here for power or fame, what's your point y/n-chan?"

Y/n could tell from his eyes that he was making fun of her and despising her. Todoroki was very confident. This was not an unfounded trust. He was as smart as he was strong. But she didn't like him. He was selfish.

"You're here for someone, right?"

Y/n was trying not to change her facial expression with the question she heard.She shouldn't have given herself up.

"Nakagoshi? I haven't heard of him attacking you."

Seeing that there was no change in Y/n's reactions, Todoroki continued.

"I don't think it's Yasushi or Kiyoshi either. I also don't understand the hostility they have towards you yet."

Tsuji, who was listening to the conversation at the time, replied

"They used to fight with us too, but Fujio always protected you. That's why you're an easy target now, right?"

Hearing Fujio's name, she smiled.She missed him.

"Fujio? Tsukasa's friend you were talking about?"

Todoroki asked in surprise when Shiba nodded his head at Todoroki's question.

"Fujio isn't here. Why haven't I seen you together, even though I thought you were here for Tsukasa? Shouldn't you be with him?

Tsuji and Shiba looked at her in surprise when Y/n slammed her hand on the desk in front of her, but Todoroki was not surprised. He already had his answer.

"That's enough. This conversation is over. I don't care about your assumptions and guesses. I'm not a threat to you, you should take care of Yasushi and Kiyoshi instead of me."

Todoroki smiled and stood up from the bench. But just then, Yasushi's voice came from the speaker. He was calling out to Tsuji and Shibaman. When Y/n turned his head and looked at the two of them, he saw that they were quite angry. Todoroki was also listening to the conversation seriously. Soon after, when one of Nakagoshi's men shrieked in pain, the trio left the room and y/n followed them.

***

After Tsuji and Shiba knocked out Yasushi's men, the two left the room and the five of them faced each other. But even more surprising, Todoroki calmly stood in front of Yasushi and said he could take the lead if he wanted to. And left without doing anything.

After Todoroki left, y/n came out from behind the door watching them and showed herself. Yasushi grinned when he saw her and watched the young girl approach him.Yasushi thought she had finally come to fight, but y/n had something else on her mind.

"Congratulations, leader."

After what Y/n said with a suggestive grin, and with a slight bow, Yasushi knew that she was teasing him. Y/n left without saying anything, and Yasushi didn't do anything about it.It wasn't the right time to mess with y/n.

***

When Y/n heard that Tsukasa had left the school after the events, she was very angry. She knew that the boy she had known and loved for years was not coward and weak. Fujio's departure had literally devastated him, and she understood that he didn't want to get involved in these fights. But she didn't understand how he was pretending to be defeated without even a fight.

She was quite tired from what was going on at school.She had stopped by the market before going home and was walking down the dark street towards the apartment. She had a favorite music in her earphones and thousand thoughts in her mind.

She was no more than 100 meters from the apartment, she didn't notice the person following her because of the music playing in her headphones, and she couldn't even react when someone suddenly grabbed her and threw her against the wall.

***

When y/n entered the garden gate, Todoroki realized that something was wrong when he saw the young girl trying to leave without looking around and trying to hide her face.So when he called out to and stopped her, y/n cursed her bad luck and stopped.

As the trio approached the young girl, Todoroki noticed the scar on her forehead and frowned.

"What happened to your face? Who did that?"

Y/n rolled her eyes

"A little fight and it is none of your business."

Y/n was obviously lying.This was very different from a fight scar. Tsuji approached and looked at the young girl's face

"Do you remember who you were fighting with?" Y/n was stunned by the question, while Tsuji smiled, "Someone attacked you last night, right?"

Todoroki was waiting for the young girl to answer. Y/n couldn't understand how they knew.

"Kiyoshi... someone stabbed him with a knife yesterday. His wound isn't bad, but this is serious."

Y/n was also surprised by what Shiba said.Someone approached from behind and slammed her to the wall, and after she hit her head, there was a small fight. She knew the person just wanted to intimidate him, but she couldn't see the face of her attacker.She thought they were from Yasushi's faction, but her mind changed.

"Did you see who they were? I heard they were wearing masks."

Y/n shook her head

"No, they attacked from behind. Their faces were also masked. It was just two people."

Todoroki shook his head

"Let's take a walk, y/n-chan, let's go out to the backyard and we'll talk about this."

Y/n looked around, there was no chance of getting rid of these three. She grinned and replied.

"I don't have an umbrella, as you can see the rain has getting faster Todoroki-san"

Shibaman smiled and said, pointing at the umbrella in his hand.

"I'll share this with you, y/n-chan, don't worry. You're pretty small, it'll be enough for both of us."

Y/n rolled her eyes at what Shiba had said and the trio started walking to the backyard area. After talking about what had happened for a while, they saw the YasuKiyo duo at the end of the stairs.

"I guess you've been pretty busy after being a leader. What happened?"

When Todoroki asked Kiyoshi, Yasushi snapped and immediately looked behind Todoroki at the girl next to Shiba.

"I guess you chose your side y/n-chan. Also what happened to your face? Didn't your friends protect you?"

Y/n smiled at the boy who was grinning and answered.

"I'm not picking a side, Yasushi-kun. I don't need anyone's protection either. I'll continue to be a lone wolf."

While Yasushi and y/n were bickering with each other, Nakagoshi stared at the scar on the young girl's face for a while.The attackers of Kiyoshi were Todoroki and the others, he couldn't understand why y/n was with them.

While he was thinking about this, y/n was back in school with Todoroki and the duo. Tsuji spoke while looking at the young girl.

“There is no evidence of Kiyoshi's stabbing, but I'm sure Nakagoshi had it done. They must have attacked Y/n-chan too."

Y/n looked at him confused.

"Me? Why would Nakagoshi have his men attack me? I am no threat to him. He also even told me to join him."

Todoroki calmly replied

"Maybe that's why."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"He may have just wanted to intimidate. He's the best choice for you to join. Besides… maybe you did something that pissed him off."

Y/n thought for a while. It didn't make sense. But could he really have done such a thing just for her to get scared?

***

When Y/n learned that Tsukasa had not come to school again, she left the school to look for him and found that he was sitting alone by a river near his home.She sat a few steps behind him on the stairs, and as soon as she sat down, Tsukasa noticed someone came and turned around.

Y/n looked at him for a while with a serious expression and smiled.

"I heard you're leaving Oya."

Tsukasa slowly nodded and swallowed.He knew he wouldn't be happy at the end of this conversation.

"It's not the place for me. It's better for everyone that way."

Y/n laughed and nodded

"You're going to give up like this? You're going to let them win?"

"Y/n... I'm not who you thin-"

Tsukasa spoke, trying to remain calm. He didn't want to fight with y/n

"How many years have we known each other Tsukasa ? 4 ? 5 ? Quite a long time... I can't understand that you admitting defeat without even fighting... You're strong, i mean quite strong. But even I can beat you now as the person you are."

Tsukasa chose to remain silent. Y/n wanted to fight him, yell at each other, but when she didn't get the reaction she wanted, she got angry and stood up.

"They beat up your friends.Those boys were trusting on you.... what a shame... It's so sad to see the boy I love turn into a coward... I thought you were just a coward when it comes to me..."

The young girl slowly walked away and returned to the school. Tsukasa was left alone with his thoughts and conscience.

***

Y/n was back at school after a while. She was sitting on the stairs in the backyard and thinking. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned her head and saw Nakagoshi coming. She stood up slowly and looked at him.

"What happened to your face? I told you I could protect you."

Remembering what Tsuji had said, y/n laughed and shook her head.Nakagoshi stared at her in shock as she suddenly punched the young boy in the face.

"You had stabbed Kiyoshi and your men attacked me. And now you're saying that without shame?"

With Y/n's shouting, Nakagoshi stared at her with wide eyes.

"I didn't do anything like that. I have nothing to do with this. What the hell are you talking about? I would never hurt you."

Y/n was a little surprised at the seriousness in his voice but didn't want to believe it.

"They broke one of your men's fingers. And you wanted revenge. You probably wanted to scare me too-"

"Bullshit. I never fight dirty. Besides, I'd never hurt you y/n."

Y/n frowned and smiled

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I like you!"

Nakagoshi lowered his voice as the young girl looked up in shock.

"I've liked you for a long time. Why would I hurt someone I love? Do you realize how worried I was when I saw your scar?"

"I..."

"Seriously, I really like you. That's why I want you by my side. I don't want you to get hurt y/n..."

Y/n was silent for a while.She didn't think he was lying.It was the first time she had seen him like this.

"I... I'm sorry. But I can't..."

Nakagoshi nodded and smiled

"You love him, don't you? You came for him."

Y/n smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. She walked up the stairs to the school again. There was no need to lie...

***

Tsukasa came back to school that day and spoke to Murayama. Then he ran to the roof with what Nakagoshi said and saw Yasushi had beaten his friends so bad.he was going to fight that day, but Jamuo stopped him...

He wanted to think about what to do for a while. Murayama's words were swirling around in his head.So he got on the bus and went to Fujio.

They fought for a while, literally rolling in the mud. The fight didnt have a winner but Tsukasa was able to gather his mind a little.

After a while, they were walking on the road towards home. Fujio was quite surprised when Tsukasa talked a little about what had happened.

"Oya huh? I never expected her to go to a school like Oya. Is she safe?"

Tsukasa hesitated a little and nodded his head.

"I hear she's been getting into fights, but she doesn't seem to be in trouble."

Fujio shook his head and thought for a while. He smiled at Tsukasa.

"How are you? I mean you didnt talk for a long time. But I know she came to Oya for you."

Tsukasa smiled bitterly

"I'd say she made my mind up, but she's still mad at me-"

"And you? Don't you really have feelings for her?"

Fujio asked, knowing that his friend had been lying for years.

"I love her."

Even though Fujio knew the correct answer, he didn't expect Tsukasa to confess.Tsukasa smiled as Fujio looked at him in surprise.

"I was afraid of losing her. I was afraid that someone would hurt her or that things wouldn't go on as they were in the beginning. For years she neither confessed nor I could say anything. But she is not living a unrequited love.But I guess.... I guess it's too late now "

Fujio laughed and punched his friend hard on the shoulder.

"For you, she still goes Oya for you... I don't think anything is too late. Talk to her properly, you've both been broken enough."

***

When Tsukasa came to school the next day, he looked quite confident.He searched for y/n at school for a while, and when he couldn't find it, he looked for places she might be. He even asked Tsuji and Shiba. When he realized she wasn't at school, he thought of the steps by the river where she had been sitting a few days ago, and he quickly walked out of school.

When he got to the river side, he saw someone watching the flowing water where he was sitting a few days ago. He slowly descended the steps and stood next to the young girl. Y/n spoke without taking her eyes off the water.

"Have a sit"

Tsukasa sat next to her and silently waited for her to say something.Y/n handed him half of the chocolate in her hand.

"Here you go, you used to love these one"

Tsukasa smiled and took the chocolate.She still cared enough for him to even remember his favorite chocolate. He took a deep breath and looked at the girl who wasn't looking at him.

"Can we talk a bit?" Y/n slowly turned to him and nodded

"You were right."

The young girl turned her gaze back to the water and Tsukasa continued to speak.

"I was scared. But not of them. I wasn't afraid to fight. Because I had already admitted in my head that I was already defeated. You were right about that. Thank you."

Y/n nodded slightly and turned to him.

"Then what were you afraid of? I mean... what are you trying to say you're afraid of?"

Tsukasa looked into the eyes of the young girl

"You."

"Huh?"

"You said i knew everything but said nothing to you. I admit it, I'm a coward. I admit that I was wrong. But I was afraid that things would get worse later. I was afraid that nothing would ever be the same again. I was afraid of upsetting each other, afraid of hurting you... "

Y/n averted her gaze, started watching the water again

"I'm wrong, I admit it. I'm sorry y/n, you didn't deserve this... But you're wrong about one thing. Your feelings aren't unrequited... I... I like you too."

Y/n turned to him with wide eyes. She was shocked, sad, angry...Tsukasa couldn't decide which one.

"Will you give me a chance? To fix everything?"

Y/n closed her eyes and couldn't say anything. As a tear fell from her eye, Tsukasa extended his hand and gently wiped the tear from the young girl's face.

He caressed her cheek lightly and he withdrew his hand, thinking he had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry… I went too far..."

Y/n opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She wiped her eyes and smiled.

"If you want me to forgive you, I have one condition."

Y/n smiled as Tsukasa looked at her in surprise.

"We're going to show all those bastards who we are, okay?"

Tsukasa chuckled and nodded, smiling. Y/n smiled and took the chocolate she had just handed him and popped it into her mouth.

Tsukasa laughed at this and then smiled.He missed being like this with her. So fucking much...

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #takajo tsukasa x reader #takajo tsukasa #tsukasa takajo x reader #tsukasa takajo #tsukasa x reader #chuchufics

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House Of Memories (10/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: very few tbh... it's just- it's really long.

Summary: Senator Amidala is given three jedi bodyguards after her life is sought after again. Obi-Wan, You, and Anakin must protect her, and figure out why her life is constantly in danger.

A/n: 22 hours from now i will be watching the next episode, and someone said they suspected we were gonna get a shirtless obi-wan (fingers fkn crossed). also thank you guys so much for your feedback, it means the world to me and I love seeing how everyone is enjoying the story! if there's anything specific you'd like to see in this series, please let me know, because I only have so many ideas tbh (although i still have a general plot following the next 12 years oop-)

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"Try to contain yourself, Anakin, it's just another mission," Obi-Wan sat down after delivering the news of your three's next assignment.

"Yes, but master, it's a mission with a pretty girl," You smirked across the room, earning a glare from your fellow padawan.

Anakin used the force to make the water you took a sip of flow faster, so you nearly choked on it. You set the cup down, throwing one of the pillows beside you in his direction. He looked so upset that you would possibly tease him about his nerves.

"You've never met her before, she's unlike anyone I know, and I haven't seen her since I was young."

"You still are young, Anakin," Obi-Wan wasn't really paying that much attention to the conversation anymore, as he'd picked up his holopad to check the schedule.

"You know what I mean. I was only a boy at the time," He corrected his earlier statement, standing up and beginning to pace around the room.

"So, what does that make you, now?" You chided, earning the return of the pillow that you'd launched at him. "Don't worry, Anakin. I'm sure the senator will think you are a man's man."

Your valiant attempt at poking fun at him was cut short when your master stood to his feet as well, walking between you both before a worse quarrel could commence in the living space.

"If you both are quite done, we're supposed to report to the senator and her team of security within the hour," He held out a hand to help you to your feet, and let you walk in front of him as you all made your way to the door.

It had been about two months since the kidnapping on Ryloth and the rescue from Hoth, and though it was a traumatic experience for all of you, it didn't take long to fall back into the swing of things.

There were however a few small gestures that had changed, knownst to you, yet somehow unmeaningful. The way Obi-Wan would keep his hand at the small of your back as you would walk through small corridors, the way he would pick up your hand in his and give it a gentle squeeze if he sensed you were anxious.

You dreamt the day he rescued you that he'd been so happy you were in his arms again that he kissed you, only once, and never again. It felt so much more real than your other dreams, but you chalked that up to the fact that he was actually there that time.

You thought about it often, how he could be so relieved to see you that he would go against the jedi code and make such an action of endearment, breaking the law of attachment completely. You knew he never would, so you quietly disregarded those thoughts, leaving them to the back of your mind for only the end of the day.

Obi-Wan thought about it often, too. Although he was ashamed of what he'd done in the moment, the longer he thought about it, the more he craved more actions such as those. He craved something more than a mentorship, and though it felt wrong in the presence of others, there were times, like when he would read to you in the library, when he could contemplate it being the best thing in the world. He knew that someday you would outgrow his teachings and become a knighted Jedi. He knew that at some point you wouldn't be so close to him as you were now, but if there was just the slightest chance that you felt the same way about him, he wanted to give you subtle hints. So subtle that perhaps they might go unseen, but enough to let you know he liked being that close to you, liked holding your hand or placing his hand at your waist when a stranger walked by.

He even helped wrap you in your cloak on the way out of the apartment just now, leading the way, but still making sure you walked next to him, not behind him. Anakin, bless him, in his state of current anxiety, was all too happy to bring up the rear.

The speeder ride to the senator's living accommodations was rather short, and though no one said anything, Anakin's presence left a thick tension in the air, even though you hadn't quite arrived at the real destination.

As soon as you all stepped into the elevator, Obi-Wan could feel how tight the space had become, and all because of Anakin and his worries. Though you teased him about it, you were very intrigued to know of this mystery woman that had him under such a predicament.

"You seem a little on edge," Obi-Wan said, and you snorted at his choice of words. 'A little' didn't even begin to compare.

"Not at all."

Standing on the other side of Anakin, you felt the need to soothe him, if only for the fact that you felt bad about your jokes before. You placed a hand at his shoulder, gripping it softly before letting it fall back to your side.

"I haven't seen you this tense since we fell into that nest of Gundarks," Obi-Wan continued. Surely, he knew what the trouble was, but as aforementioned, he hadn't really been paying attention until now.

"You were the ones who fell into that nightmare, master... And I rescued you, remember?"

Yes, you remembered it well. Although it was Obi-Wan who had clumsily fallen in, and you only slid after him because you lost your balance trying to grab him out of the way. You shuddered at the memory of mud caking your clothes and hands. You hated the feeling.

"Oh, yes," He chuckled under his breath, turning to see Anakin with his jaw and fists tightly clenched. "You're sweating. Relax, take a deep breath."

"I haven't seen her in ten years, Master."

Why did it matter so much to Anakin what this senator thought of him after ten years? He was an adult now and hadn't been when they met. Surely, she wouldn't still look at him as a small child, that would be completely foolish and ridiculous to believe.

"Here, let me help," you raised your hand to the back of his head, closing your eyes and focusing quickly, knowing there was little time before you would step out of the elevator. You detected the nerves, and how they rippled along his signature, causing bouts of fear to arise in him over the small build ups. You grabbed hold of a few of them, not sure if you could carry them all, and pulled them away from his mind, as always, leaving only good things that surrounded them instead.

"That's better, thank you."

You were greeted by the loud and obnoxious voice of Jar Jar Binks as soon as the doors opened. You had only met him once before, for diplomacy reasons, and always thought of him as a rambunctious fella. He was always great for a good laugh whenever in anyone's presence, you could surely say that.

He led you all into the main room, where a group of people surrounded one lovely woman, the senator. You were certain it was her, because even you were captivated by her beauty almost instantly. You well understood what Anakin had been fearing all this time. He feared rejection. He had to have. She was so lovely, and if he felt for her the way you thought he did, it meant he didn't want to lose favor in her sight.

"It's lovely to see you again, malady," Obi-Wan greeted, and you were sure that when you looked over at him, he would be enraptured by her as well. He... wasn't. How strange.

"It's been far too long, Master Kenobi," she smiled, and oh how her eyes shined like stars when she did. "...Ani? My goodness you've grown."

"So have you," Anakin replied, stepping forward with a look on his face you knew all too well. He was trying to be smooth... oh no. "Far more beautiful I mean..."

You raised your eyebrows and widened your eyes in surprise. He was so nervous only a minute ago, he never would have said anything like that. You mentally thanked yourself for helping him in the elevator, seeming that you also helped yourself to be entertained.

"Well, for a senator I mean."

???

What did he think that was going to fix? He certainly hadn't rehearsed his words to her, which was a bit strange, because you remember when he had a crush on another padawan a few years back, and he practiced talking to her in the refresher mirror. He was upset that you caught him, hence the schedule that Obi-Wan had promptly put in place.

The senator seemed to be amused by his antics, as were you, and everyone else in the room.

"Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine."

Oh man. Oh man. Did she just-?

Well now you felt bad for him. He had clearly been excited to see her again, albeit nervous, and she just shot him down as if he were an enemy fighter ship.

"I'm sorry if I don't recognize you, but have we met before?" She asked, turning to you, and you were quick to forget about Anakin and offer her a kind smile.

"I believe I have never had the pleasure, Malady. I am Master Obi-Wan's second padawan, I've been training with Anakin for the past several years," you bowed to her with respect, but she wasn't one for formalities, you could tell. You sensed it in her.

"How wonderful to hear, I didn't know a Jedi Master could obtain more than a single padawan at once," She seemed a bit confused, and for good reason, but Obi-Wan was quick to step in and clear it up for her.

"She was my designated padawan before Anakin had come to the order, so the council was gracious enough to allow me the honor or training them both."

The way he spoke was always so entrancing. The way he worded his sentences and made them flow like poetry every time he talked. You let your eyes linger on him a bit too long, and it was only when his turned back to you that you broke out of it. Everyone's eyes landed on you again, and it appeared you had missed a question.

"I'm sorry, I missed that," your face became red with embarrassment, and you waited for whoever it was to repeat the question again.

"I was wondering about your Jedi class. Are you a guardian like Master Obi-Wan and Anakin?" The senator asked with a gentle a patient look on her face. You could tell she was a kind leader, and probably beloved by all... except those who were trying to kill her.

"Oh, I'm a consular, although I sense I have some guardian tendencies," you answered, and when you glanced back at Obi-Wan, he was still looking at you with a proud smile. You loved that smile, dammit.

"How exciting, I'm sure everyone in the order is proud to have two such promising future Jedi," she commented, leading everyone into the sitting area to discuss the terms of this assignment.

Not everyone, you thought, knowing that practically the entire council, outside of Master Yoda were not in your favor.

The conversation from this point forward bored you to no end. Running security was not your forte, you much preferred diplomatic missions, where you got to converse on specific topics that otherwise would be forbidden in the order. It was frowned upon that any Jedi have a political opinion, or at least a public stance on one. You weren't exactly into politics, but you enjoyed including yourself in debates when it came to rather intellectual company. Obi-Wan could definitely attest to the fact that you were good at arguing, as well as Anakin, too.

At one point in the discussion, Anakin spoke out about how useless your three's presence was, on account of local security already being there. He was looking into more of an investigation type of assignment, and apparently, this was not what he was hoping for. To be fair, you would much rather be on the hunt for the person that was in charge of initiating these assassination attacks, but you were also looking forward to getting to know the senator. She seemed to be a kind and intelligent woman, whom you would very much enjoy the company of.

"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mystery surrounding this threat will be revealed," she finished the conversation gracefully, standing to her feet and excusing herself to retire.

You and Obi-Wan were following along with the security officer in charge of the senator's day to day travels, making sure you were clear on what the plans for tonight were, but you both overheard Anakin talking about the senator, Padme, as he had called her.

"You're focusing on the negative Anakin, be mindful of your thoughts... She was pleased to see us," Obi-Wan encouraged his distraught padawan, and you couldn't help but smile at the way Anakin had behaved on her behalf. He had it bad. "Now, let's check the security."

You were sleeping soundly, laid on the couch in the middle of the night when Obi-Wan returned upstairs.

Anakin had assured you he was fine to take first watch, or any watch for that matter, and knowing how he presumably felt for the senator, you knew you could entrust her into his capable hands while you caught a bit of sleep.

"Has she been out long?" Obi-Wan asked, sitting down beside you for only a moment, resting the back of his hand against the skin of your cheek, before running two fingers through the unruly strands of your hair.

"Only about a half hour or so," Anakin responded, pacing the room with an ounce of boredom clouding his mind.

After Anakin explained to Obi-Wan that Padme had suggested to use herself as bait, Obi-Wan grew a bit more tense with his padawan's decision to allow it.

"I can sense everything going on in that room," he promised, showing his master his confidence in a situation of danger. It scared Obi-Wan, if only slightly, that he wasn't showing as much restraint in this mission as he was supposed to. "Trust me."

Obi-Wan wanted to trust him, really, he did. He wanted to be able to say he was ready for something like this. Normally, he would be considered so, but due to the special circumstances concerning Padme, and Anakin's ever-growing arrogance, Obi-Wan simply couldn't let him take the lead on this one.

Later in the night, Obi-Wan took watch, but Anakin never laid to rest. When he was questioned of it, it was revealed that he was suffering yet again with bad dreams. Ones of his mother.

"Dreams pass in time," was Obi-Wan's response, but it was hardly the truth. He knew the extent of what his and your dreams normally went to, and they never just stopped, but more so got worse as they went on.

"She's been good to help me all this time, I can't bring myself to ask any more of her," Anakin nodded to you, sleeping soundly, dreaming of a specific pair of cerulean blue eyes whilst you snored softly.

"She cares for you more than she will admit," Obi-Wan smiled with a shake of his head. He loved it when you teased Anakin, because it kept him somewhat grounded. You had always been rather humble about your abilities, though in comparison to others, there was so much you could do, including help Anakin with the nightmares.

"She has them too, doesn't she?" Anakin asked, almost certain he knew the answer. He'd heard you next door to him a couple times and had heard Obi-Wan leave his room to tend to you.

"Sometimes," he confessed. He didn't want to expose you, but he knew there was no harm in letting him know he wasn't alone in his struggle.

"Does she ever tell you what they're about?"

Obi-Wan remembered one of the nights you awoke, crying and clinging to him, as you often did in that state of panic. He remembered asking you what happened, and you were very quick to comply. You'd told him that talking about it in the open air always helped ease your mind. Telling him of the things you knew weren't real as he held you, so that you could get it off your chest.

"Us, mostly."

Anakin furrowed his brows and turned his head to you. You had rolled over, and your hair was now falling in mops off the cushion of the couch. You were like his sister, and he cared for you deeply, and he didn't like the idea of you worrying over him in your dreams.

"Sometimes the only thing that can help her sleep again is to feel our signatures near her own."

Anakin thought about that sentence for a moment. He was almost comforted in his own dismay at the fact that you sought comfort in his and Obi-Wan's force presence.

"I don't mean this as a slight to you Anakin, but perhaps you could learn something from her. She keeps herself centered, and shuts out the distractions," Obi-Wan said, unaware that he himself were the biggest distraction you had ever faced. It would do you well to know that he hadn't noticed it, or rather, was ignoring that it could even be a possibility.

"I'm sure I could learn much from her, she's gifted with the force in ways the council does not recognize."

Obi-Wan soon after had changed the subject, unwilling to discuss your constant problems with the council, or rather, the constant problems they seemed to pick with you. It went on for several minutes more before both heads snapped towards the room, and you sat up from your slumber, startled by a riff in the force.

"I sense it, too," Obi-Wan said, and they both lunged for the room immediately.

Upon entry, Anakin jumped onto the bed, killing two small creatures who were being used to do immense harm to the senator, who had also been startled awake by all the commotion.

You were late to run into the room, and barely caught sight of Obi-Wan as he jumped out the window, grabbing hold of the droid that seemed to be a culprit in delivering the death trap.

"Stay here with the senator, I'll go get him," Anakin told you, running out of the room soon after he came. You were in a mess of confusion, still hazy from just waking up, and went over to Padme to see if there was anything she needed. Her lady maids were by her side, so you stood at the edge of the bed to ask:

"Are you alright?"

She seemed to be calming down from a rush of adrenaline, and you could sense her heart beating rapidly, even now, when the threat had initially been disposed of.

"Yes, I am," she answered, her hand over her chest, but she didn't sound convincing. She kept looking around the room, as if she was subconsciously searching for something.

You nodded anyway, stepping back until she dismissed the others away, claiming that you would be fine enough to protect her until the others returned.

"I thank you for your confidence in me, Malady," you sat on the bench that was near her bed, looking out the broken glass window and watching everything with an attuned sense.

"Anyone trained by Master Kenobi must be fit to protect me," she offered, noticing the awkward way you sat and patted the space beside her for you to join.

You did so thankfully, nodding your respects and getting comfortable.

"I'm happy to be in your service, and I hope to be of aid to you in this whole mess," you said, chuckling with your words to hopefully put her at ease. You had stretched your force presence around her as well, hopefully making a difference in her ongoing speedy heartrate.

"I'm very grateful to you all, I know you would probably have other, more exciting assignments right now if it wasn't for me."

"On the contrary, I am thrilled to have a chance to get to know a senator," you smiled, pausing to decide whether or not you should test the waters of her thoughts of your colleague. "I presume Anakin is on cloud nine just being able to see you again. He seems to admire you."

"I suppose he does... I remember when we first met, he asked me if I was an angel," she said, laughing slightly at the memory. You rolled your eyes, because that was absolutely something Anakin would do, even as a boy. "He said I was beautiful."

"I suppose you still think of him as that little boy you met," you were being sneaky, or at least you thought you were. She didn't exactly know where you were headed, but by now had figured out that you were acting on Anakin's interest.

"I'm not sure. He's definitely changed... he's much taller now," she joked, and even you were a bit surprised. Here she was, senator of Naboo, having just survived an assassination attempt, and she was laughing about your fellow padawan, which just so happened to be your favorite past-time.

"As someone who has had to share a living space with him for ten years, I can assure you the only thing that has changed was his height."

She was so easy to talk to, and you could already feel yourself allowing a connection to her, something you did with very few people. Not because you didn't trust them, but often times because they couldn't seem to trust you. You wondered why she was so quick to address you so plainly, as if you had been friends all your lives. You supposed she was just kind that way.

It was nearing sunrise before you had finally been able to tire her out enough that she felt safe to sleep again. It was also the time that Obi-Wan and Anakin had returned.

"Where have you been? What happened?" You approached them with a certain tone of voice, they knew not to beat around the bush. You weren't demanding, but direct, and the look on your face was stern.

"We chased the assassin into a bar in the city. We tried to interrogate, but she was shot by a bounty hunter, whom we think is responsible for all the attempts on senator Amidala's life."

"Do you know where the bounty hunter left to?" You put the pieces together rather fast, and given that said hunter was not in their capture, you knew it was likely that he got away.

"We're not sure, but he left us a clue. I have a friend I can speak with about it, but until then, we need to only worry about getting the senator off world," Obi-Wan said, stepping past you and going to speak with Padme's head officer.

Anakin seemed distraught, and when he sat down on the couch behind him, his shoulders sank.

"Hey lover boy," you quickly regretted the choice of words for the glare you soon received after they were uttered. "Calm down, I have good news."

"No, you don't," he gave you a second look you knew all too well. He was annoyed and preparing for you to tell him something that was meant as a prank.

"Yes, actually. I do," you sat across from him and smiled cheekily. Now he was really afraid. You were up to something, that much he could tell. "I spoke with Padme."

"She asked you to call her Padme?" he asked with a certain jealousy that was completely unwarranted.

"That's not the point. We spoke about you," you watched to see if he would connect the dots, but he only looked at you, an inquisition upon his features. "I think, and I could be wrong, but she gave me strong reason to believe that she might find interest in you now that you're grown."

"You're playing games with me again," his face dropped, and he moved to stand up, but you pushed him back in his seat, looking at him completely serious, now.

"I am not, I promise."

Well, you were good for your word, and he knew because you'd always kept your promises to him before, however small. You felt it was a good part of character to be a woman of your word. This changed things, and Anakin smiled widely, soon letting you mirror him.

"Well then I guess I will be acquiring your help," he said, standing and offering you a hand to your feet as well.

"Help with what?" You mused, following him into the next room.

"Winning over the lovely senator."

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teenverseofmarveltvshows · 3 months

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Here I'll write couple fun facts about random characters and other things in my AU

BAYVILLE SIRENS!!!

Once a week all mutant girls from Bayville go on a 'girl sleepover', meanwhile actually they dress up in their cool clothes and go to kick ass. The OG team you most likely know(Jean, Amara, Tabitha, Kitty and Rogue), but like I wrote, in my AU every mutant girl from Bayville is one of the sirens and if some mutant girl is not on the team, it's not a problem! She's more than welcome to join Bayville sirens, because more girls - more fun.

Also, Bayville Sirens is such impactfull thing, as soon as it becomes more popular and other towns and cities find out about it, mutant girls or just girl with superpowers from other places team up with each other to kick asses just like Bayville sirens. However, girls with bad intentions exist and they kinda ruin this thing by committing crimes and calling themselves 'sirens' and that confuses many people and makes this vigilante thing even more questionable and controversial than it already was, so, more than half of sirens that were stopping criminals now stopped their vigilante careers.

That's upsetting, yes, so Bayville sirens decides to stop these evil copycats, and just like they expected, they've stopped them. At least some good news for them in these hard times. Obviously, the fact that they've stopped it didn't made all other sirens return back, but it still made few and that's enough.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and Brotherhood

Unlike Proffesor X, Nick Fury don't believe that freaking teenagers can make good decisions on what to do with their lives, not to mention that they all grew up either with no parents or just shitty ones, so he believes they need a nice good push in a great direction. His direction, his S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, to be exact. Selfish, perhaps even immoral from one point of view, from the other? Kids will live in a safe space with good conditions for living and no evil bitches that'll give them commands, besides no one's gonna judge them and everyone here is welcome.

Fury is even dissapointed with Charles, but fr, if everyone is welcome at your academy for youngsters then why Brotherhood kids isn't a part of it? Oh, they're not ready to be here? Yeah, tell me about it. After seeing how Spider-Man succesfully recruited so many young heroes with just his frienly behaviour, Fury actually asks himself a question about what the actual hell is going on in Bayville and mutants?

So Fury thinks really hard and decides to sent few of his agents to Bayville High School just to check wth is happening there. Soon it's revealed that Brotherhood teens are under strong influence of Mystique and Magneto, and he expected it. So, to recruit kids he has to deal with two devils. That's a hard task, but not impossible! So now his agents doing most possible to find a way how to separate kiddos from child abusers.

Ben and Spider Slayers

In the show they died as quiickly, as they appeared on the screen, but not in my AU!

In my AU Ben adopts these guys at some point, after defeating Kaine and making sure do it in a way none of them dies. Then he claims to be the oldest brother here. No one objects, since they...can't object? That's a problem. Being able to say No is a really important skill and now they have weekly lessons like this.

Their brotherhly hierarchy goes like: Ben, Goliath, Ghost and Bone. Soon enough Spider Slayers get the idea that their purpose is something they can choose and it's not just follow Ben's orders. Shocking, surprising, bizarre information strikes them hardly. They need time to think about it. And they do think about it. They even ask other students at S.H.I.E.L.D. academy what it's like to be 'normal'.

And after some time of thinking and adjusting to new lifestyle Slayers find their first hobbies! Goliath's hobie is GYM, he has undeniable passion to lift up extremely heavy things so powerlifting is his first hobbie. Ghost is interested in acting and drama, he starts often going to thatres, whatever play is there, he'll be there. That makes him also interested in literature and soon he low-key becomes emo and tries to write his own poems. I really wanted to write that Bone Spider is fortnite player, but something stops me so...Bone is a fan of Sonic, and a huge one. In just a two or three weeks he played in every Sonic game that exists and now he often asks for money to buy Sonic Merch.

Ben is so proud of them, even though he doesn't understand their hobbies, but it's nice to see your younger bros that were just your followers to have a life now.

Gwenpool

This girl is wild and she is EVERYWHERE. At this point whenever X-Men or Champions need an extra help she's somehow always there! It makes them all feel a bit suspicious of her, like, is she stalking us or something? The truth is....Yeh, Aroace Icon sometimes spies on them just for fun. They'll never know though.

Also, yes, she's an ally of X-Men and Champions, but who said she can't ve friends with people outside these teams? She's a little bit besties with Tabtitha/Boom Boom from Brotherhood, after all she's also down for every opportunity to make things fun, even if it can get crazy. In any case, Gwen is easy outgoing person that easily becomes friends with people(just like Evan/Spyke).

That's how she befriended with MJ before all that Carnage mess and also that's how she befriened with other Gwen. "Twinsies!" - she most likely said after getting to know Stacy, not exactly caring that she borrows Ms Marvel's saying.

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novankenn · 2 months

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I'm a WHAT?!?!? (1)

Ozpin stood at his window over looking the Emerald Forest and sipping from his mug. The immortal body hopping parasite of a entity had felt a change in the world. A hint that something new was emerging upon Remnant... and it had him concerned. The Grimm and Salem's machinations were more that enough for him to try and deal with.

The addition of another faction would for good or ill would fracture his focus, and divide his attention. That was something he could ill-afford.

"There is nothing I can do, until they manifest." he sighed as he continued to gaze out over the forest.

While Headmaster Ozpin pondered the situation, Jaune and a incognito Pyrrha were wandering through on of the many parks that dotted Vale's urban sprawl. While Pyrrha deep inside wished the little sojourn she was sharing with Jaune had a more... romantic quality, she was more than happy to just be spending time with him.

Jaune on the other hand was nervous. A thought had been sparked in his mind, through a conversation with a sleep and syrup deprived Nora... one that had him thinking about his partner in a less platonic manner. He wanted to test the waters, but his continual failures with Weiss had shaken his resolve with anyone, let a long a gorgeous young woman, like Pyrrha. A woman he was sure was too good for someone like him.

Several screams shattered the peaceful atmosphere of the small park, and instantly had Jaune and Pyrrha on the move. Even without their weapons they knew they could be of some help. They had aura and could act as shields for those who had none.

While it took the only a minute or so to reach the sounds of the screams and cries for help, the pair felt they had taken too long, but skidded to a halt at the sight before them. A creature made of entirely of purplish good or slime taking on a slightly feminine form was lashing out at anyone in range with dripping slick looking tendrils. Any it caught were slowly being dragged towards it's central mass.

"What in the..."

"Pyr look out!" Jaune shouted cutting off Pyrrha's words while bodily checking her away from a blazing ball of light.

"JAUNE!"

"..."

"JAUNE?"

"Dang it I missed!" came a voice from above them, "Well that can't be helped now... you're a Magic Girl... go defeat that monster!"

"I'm a WHAT NOW?!?" Jaune shrieked in a voice that was snot his own.

"You're a Magical Girl... how I have no idea because boys can't transform... but you have so... go defeat that monster."

"Who... What are you?" Pyrrha snapped her eyes having followed the voice to find the source.

"I'm Onee-Chan... now hurry up, before it escapes!"

"Hurry up and do what?" Jaune whined, "I'm in a dress! I'm a GIRL!"

"That's not a dress! It's your Magical Armor! It'll protect you from harm." Onee-Chan snapped, "It's going to get away! Go defeat it!"

A/N: I get a kick out of "gender-bending" anime and manga. In fact one of my first boy-to-girl (henshin) anime was "Gonna be the Twin-Tail" (for which I actually have written a bit of a fanfic crossover for)... So I found this pretty generic one... but the premise if fun... so here we go... another fem!Jaune One-Shot. Please forgive me.

/== Table of Posts ==/

#rwby #magical girl kakeru (manga)#jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #one shot?#ai generated illustrations #henshin #fem!jaune

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yallemagne · 1 year

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Seeing the Dorian Gray Weekly email this morning I was immediately in dread.

And then Basil was there :D.

And then they were speaking of marriage.

“I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now.”

HARRY I WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE DICK BUT I AM AFRAID YOU WOULD ENJOY IT. I cannot risk the possibility that you would, so I shall abstain.

“I hope that Dorian Gray will make this girl his wife, passionately adore her for six months, and then suddenly become fascinated by some one else. He would be a wonderful study.”

Henry, I hope you trip and fall into the tracks of an oncoming train. Basil is far better at coping with this nonsense than me, but for god's sake Basil, I don't think his dick is worth it. I think maybe at some point you need to face facts and admit that Henry is a fucking bore. So determined always to play devil's advocate that I don't believe he knows what he actually feels anymore.

Of course, our engagement is a dead secret. She has not even told her own mother.

Are you sure about that. Also, the FACT that Dorian only stopped pussyfooting around talking to Sibyl because he saw her crossdressing. You have to be kidding me, Dorian.

Hallward laid his hand upon his arm. “Don’t, Harry. You have annoyed Dorian. He is not like other men. He would never bring misery upon any one. His nature is too fine for that.”

Basil, every moment of this book I am less inclined to believe you. I don't know if this young man ever had that inherent goodness in him, I think he just had blond hair and you got lost in his eyes. Henry says nothing. He uses one hundred words or more each time he opens his mouth to say absolutely nothing.

“That is certainly better than being adored,” he answered, toying with some fruits. “Being adored is a nuisance. Women treat us just as humanity treats its gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them.”

Hen, if your problem with women is that they love you, good news, you don't have a problem.

“Dorian, you will come with me. I am so sorry, Basil, but there is only room for two in the brougham. You must follow us in a hansom.”

They got up and put on their coats, sipping their coffee standing. The painter was silent and preoccupied. There was a gloom over him. He could not bear this marriage, and yet it seemed to him to be better than many other things that might have happened. After a few minutes, they all passed downstairs. He drove off by himself, as had been arranged, and watched the flashing lights of the little brougham in front of him. A strange sense of loss came over him. He felt that Dorian Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past. Life had come between them.... His eyes darkened, and the crowded flaring streets became blurred to his eyes. When the cab drew up at the theatre, it seemed to him that he had grown years older.

Ouch. Harry, what the fuck. Poor Basil. You are indeed right, things are about to get much much worse. Not in the way you're thinking, though, it's gonna be worse than that. I'm so glad this chapter ended before they could get to the place. Poor poor Sibyl.

#dorian gray weekly #the picture of dorian gray #basil hallward #lord henry wotton #dorian gray

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jelzorz · 2 years

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Have some hcs about the adult cast of tdp bc u know what i love them

u all know I love tired opeli with my whole heart but opeli takes on the guardian role for all the kids bc someone's gotta do it and no one's gonna do a better job than her. She's the closest the kids have to a mum-figure these days, and the only female adult rayla (eventually) interacts with on the regular, and yeah, she's totally not equipped to deal with the bullshit three and half teenagers cause, but ultimately it's a responsibility that she takes very seriously and u should probably not fuck around with her wards if you don't want to deal with the wrath of their very fond if very Tired High Priestess turned babysitter.

Corvus is less put together than everyone thinks. He's very good at his job and very good at maintaining a relatively calm and cool exterior but his life experience outside of being a tracker is like. Zero. He is awkward af around interpersonal encounters, especially when it comes to dating (who has time to date when you're the king's close personal friend and bodyguard??) and he has a bit of a Time trying to deal with the kids bc he can't tell when they (Soren and Rayla, mostly Rayla) are just poking fun.

sarai and barius got along Famously. a girl does not love jelly tarts that much without learning how to make them, and before Ez was born, Barius had to learn very quickly how to be chill around his probable-soon-to-be queen when she was constantly in the kitchens trying to figure out what makes his jelly tarts so good. Barius' whole thing around Ez eating too many jelly tarts is the talking-to he would get if Sarai was still alive and he let her son get cavities.

gren doesn't spend a lot of time with the kids but he is good friends with corvus, and corvus is good friends with Soren, so they go out as a trio to have some sensible after-work drinks whenever all three of them are in the same place and have time off at the same time. In another life, Gren would be the one to insist on karaoke.

ezran is a very good king for his age and sometimes it's easy to forget that he's so young. But not if you're corvus or opeli. Ez brings in strays and sneaks jelly tarts into meetings (that he shares with them ofc) and sleeps in all the time (he's a growing boy) and they're not co-parents per se, but they are co-guaridans and it can be. A lot at times. Barius keeps a pot of substitute hot brown morning potion for them in the kitchens bc there are days when they just need it to Live.

when callum brings rayla home they are very relieved that she's ok and that she's safe, but they are also very conscious of the fact that she Left to begin with, and the day Callum tells opeli he wants to propose, opeli has a very long Chat with rayla about her intentions re: Callum, aka, how she can NOT do that to him again. opeli has had to watch him break one too many times and she won't do it again. Rayla swears to her that she doesn't have it in her ruin him a second time and opeli believes her but warns her anyway: forgiveness will not be offered so easily if she does. (Fic to follow)

(as wary of her as rayla is tho, opeli is the first to know [outside of Callum] that they are expecting a baby BC rayla panics and goes to the only other adult woman she knows for advice. Opeli gives it freely and promises her that everything is going to be fine and that help is Here whenever she needs it).

Ezran does not like it when his friends refer to him by his title and opeli, corvus, and barius have to learn that this is just a thing they're gonna have to deal with while ez is king. Barius refers to ezran by name to the rest of his staff and the younger/fresher kitchenhands are in awe of this until they realise that a) ez is just chill and b) Barius had been chasing this kid out of his kitchen for A While.

Idk more when I think of them

#the dragon prince #rayllum #corvus #opeli #barius #ezran's council

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arabian-bloodstream · 1 year

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Yup, I'm touching upon Nettles again because of a lovely conversation I had with @darklinaforever that made me realize something and I was like WHOAH!

First of all, I want to touch upon something that I have beat upon several times. Fire & Blood is not meant to be taken as fact. Period. Anyone who is reading those tales as the sacred truth is, well, wrong. And that is simply the end of it. We are literally told that they are a biased account written by an archmaester ONE HUNDRED YEARS AFTER THE FACT. And his writings are based on various journals that are biased first-, second-, and third-hand accounts of the events that took place. And many, many, heck, the vast, vast majority of those accounts were written by those who held no love for Rhaenyra because of her gender because gasp! a woman on the Iron Throne! EGADS! So, anything that was said in one account that was taken as "well, such and such was the relationship between so and so" and then repeated often enough was going to make its rounds in journals of the time. And then picked up in future accounting of that era.

Which brings us to Daemon and Nettles. I'm gonna break a few things down first.

1. Does Nettles sound like an awesomely awesome character? Yes. She totally does. Girl is in her late teens, a lowborn bastard with little manners and education, who is one of only four people in all of Westeros who is able to tame a freaking dragon! And Daemon, who likes very few people, cottons to her. He thinks she's great company. She reminds him most likely of a young Rhaenyra, and of his fiery Baela. During the war, it's the two of them that go out on scouting missions together. She's also fiercely loyal to the Blacks. Like fiercely, crazy loyal to them. (Which makes the poisoning of Rhaenyra against her so painful. :sniff, sniff:) Nettles is fucking badass. I can't wait to meet her.

2. Going back to my introductory paragraph. Yes, there are about four or so "sources" that intimate that Daemon and Nettles were lovers. However, I again refer to the fact that the vast majority of accounts were biased against Rhaenyra and wanted to paint her negatively. And if supposedly "legitimate" sources such as Septon Eustace of Aegon II's court, and Mushroom, of Rhaenyra's court claimed that Nettles was Daemon's lover, well, then surely such was the case.

Never mind that Eustace was all in for Aegon and fairly blatantly anti-Rhaenyra. Oh, and never mind that Mushroom never met a story that he couldn’t sex up and add salaciousness all over it until it dripped with horniness from every corner.

Added to those “legitimate” sources, Nettles flew with Daemon on their dragons, and he gave her gifts (more on that later). Surely, surely it must be true. And so other accounts followed suit. After all, when one hears something repeated again and again, it makes its way 'round. However, my Daemyra fam, it doesn't make it true, it just makes it a tale told often enough that it becomes believed to be true. Especially when it's a juicy one.

3. I mentioned this in my first post about Nettles, but it bears repeating again. Yes, there is a servants' account that Daemon and Nettles bathed together. However, those accounts are given right alongside the maester's that Daemon treated Nettles like a daughter, and they are not transcribed in a salacious way. (I.e., not told by Mushroom.) And this makes sense for the time period. Recall Game of Thrones, season 03, episode 6: "Kissed By Fire." Jaime and Brienne bathed together; there was nothing salacious about that. They were simply two people who needed to be cleaned up and so they were sent to the bathing chamber to do so. It wasn't sexual at all. Also, think of the difficult task of bathing in that day and age. Bringing the tub up, heating the water, bringing up the buckets of water, and then emptying the tub. That is a LOT of work. So sharing a bath isn't always a sexual thing, not in that time period. It just isn't.

Furthermore, as @darklinaforever mentioned to me, if it was no great secret that Daemon Targaryen took lovers after he wed Rhaenyra--as those who buy into this theory claim--from Mysaria to Nettles to whomever, why did Daemon even bother with a separate bed if it was an adjoining chamber? If it was an adjoining chamber and that meant he was sleeping with her, well, then all knew he was sleeping with her so, again, why bother with the pretense? It was Daemon Targaryen, after all. He was the King Consort, and never a man who cared much for propriety.

4. The gifts, yes, Daemon gave Nettles gifts, much like he gave Rhaenyra. Except not much like he gave Rhaenyra. The types of gifts that he gave Nettles were practical ones. Of worth, yes, but Daemon was a prince of great wealth. Did one think he would buy her cheap stuff? Nope. He bought her a brush, a coat, etc., practical things that made her life--one that had begun and was spent mostly in poverty--better. These types of gifts were not at all like what he had given to Rhaenyra. To her he brought jewels, a jade tiara, courting gifts, gifts of love and romance. Not the same at all. Nope, nope, nope.

5. Finally, and this one, my Daemyra fam, is the big enchilada... Daemon Targaryen has burned and yearned and loved Rhaenyra for twenty years. Let me repeat that. Daemon Targaryen has truly loved only one woman for TWENTY YEARS. Rhaenyra. Period. Full-stop. I don't care what Fire & Blood says. (Although Fire & Blood surely made it clear that Daemon and Rhaenyra shared a deep love regardless of what the antis try and say.) House of the Dragon, which is an objective telling of what happened during this era, has made it abundantly clear that Daemon and Rhaenyra are deeply, deeply in love.

When they were separated for TEN ENTIRE YEARS while married, in relationships, with other people, they were literally muted, shadowed versions of themselves only coming back to who they truly were when reunited. And since married when we as viewers saw them six years into that relationship they were still very much in love. And that is exactly how we were supposed to see them. Per the director, Geeta Patel, of "Lord of the Tides," the episode that took place after that six-year time jump into their marriage:

"Daemon and Rhaenyra — they’re together at the beginning of my episode. Part of the thing that we felt was important was to believe that they were in love with each other. And not just believe it, but feel the electricity. I mean, I don’t know about you guys, but I am very much in love with my husband, and I still have a crush on him. And when I see him, I still get chills. And I wanted to see that, I wanted to feel that from them. Because this was a delicate fleeting moment, as you know having seen the episode. We needed to feel the realism of that. And so the two of them [Matt and Emma] had a lot of conversations — even without me — where they were building their relationship, and building the chemistry. So I was really pleased when we got to shooting their first scene together, where Rhaenyra says 'I need to go back home' — just the way he looked at her…I just love that."

And after the finale, the much-maligned (and for good reason, she's a rape apologist):

[Sara] Hess does believe that Daemon and Rhaenyra are meant for each other, although of course, it’s complicated. "Saying they 'love' each other seems almost too simple," Hess says, "it's more that they have a profound, primal connection that nobody else understands."

So, yeah. These two are THE OTP of the show. Period. And this relationship has been established from their first scene together in the first episode in the first season. And has been established quite deliberately so throughout the entire season starting before the series began so before she was 14 (since Daemon was bringing her the gift and their relationship was already established), the three year time jump to 17, another time jump to 27 and then another 6 to 33. So, we are looking at nearly 20 years of deep affection to soul-searing love between these two.

The Dance of the Dragons lasts less than two years.

Let me repeat that: Daemon has loved Rhaenyra for close to TWENTY YEARS. The Dance of the Dragons lasts less than TWO YEARS.

So, some people out there expect us to believe that Daemon Targaryen is going to suddenly stop loving the woman that he has been in love with for nearly two decades unceasingly without that love diminishing at all and just, you know, fall for someone else in the span of less than two years? I just don't see it.

Yeah, and so that's why I'm not really worried about Nettles, Daemyra fam. But then you might ask me about.... what, what, what, what about the finale?

Oh, you mean the finale where.... let me list all the ways in which Daemon showed how much he STILL madly loves Rhaenyra, his wife, his Queen.

He didn't go to her when she was in labor. And? In that time period, most men weren't with their wives when they were in labor. Admittedly, Daemon probably has been in the past, however, Rhaenyra appears to have an easier go of it normally. This was not the case. Remember, his last wife came this close to dying (and would have died) in childbirth. Rhaenyra's mother died in childbirth. Why would Daemon want to be there to see the absolute love of his life in that kind of pain, knowing he could do nothing about it? He was already in the throes of agony over Viserys, over Rhaenyra's crown/throne being usurped, over Rhaenyra going into premature labor. Sure, let's throw in him actually watching her physically being in THAT much pain.... sure. Or not.

We also saw Daemon ceding to her wishes as Queen. We all know that he wanted to fly to the Riverlands and garner support then and there, but he did not because Rhaenyra said not to.

When Eryyk showed up, Daemon took the crown, placed it upon her head and knelt before her. "My Queen," he called her, gazing reverently up at her because she was indeed his Queen.

We know that he wanted to kill Otto and all the traitorous men behind him then and there on the bridge, but he did not because Rhaenyra said not to. He listened to her, he followed her lead because she was his Queen.

Yes, yes, he was bad, bad, mad, mad Daemon when he grabbed her throat. But that wasn't about Rhaenyra. That was about Viserys. That was about Daemon finding out once and for all that Viserys never intended for him to be heir. His brother never trusted him at all. EVER. That was a painful, striking blow of epic proportions. (Which has been confirmed by Ryan Condal, and Emma D'arcy--who put it best by saying that Daemon handled it "less eloquently.") Daemon vented physically at Rhaenyra. But he didn't hurt her. He could have, he could have killed her. But he didn't; because he never, ever would. And she knew that.

It's why she sent him to go and make nice with Vermithor. And it's why when Daemon found out about Luke, it was he who came to her. It was he who took her hand, to comfort her, to be there for her, because once they reunited in "Driftmark," Daemon has always been there for her. His wife. His queen. His love.

Now after what happened to her boy, well, she's all in on war now, so Rhaenyra and Daemon are on the same page indeed. Wife and Husband. Queen and her loyal King Consort. As in love as they ever have been. For near twenty years... and we are to believe that it’s just going to change in a handful of months because of some Rhaenyra haters (looking at your Eustace) or some salacious horndog (yeah, talking to you, Mushroom!)? I do not think so!

And that is all I have to say about that!

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