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Meeting again | Part 1 - Part 2 | Leah Williamson x Reader

Where you take your son to Leah's book signing and you reconnect with your high school friend/crush.

Happy birthday to our blonde pookie!

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You were doing some work around the house when your ex called. “Hey Ryan, what’s up?” You say as you turn off the vacuum. “Hi y/n, I’m so sorry. I know that it’s my day, but I’m going to be stuck at work until late. Is there any way you can pick up Liam from school and take him to that book signing from Leah?” The two of you had gotten a divorce many years ago, when you had finally come to terms with your sexuality. Ryan had always been understanding, and now you were still friends, and co-parented your son Liam together. “Oh yeah, don’t worry, I can do that.” You could hear the relief in his voice. “Thank you so much, I owe you one. He has a half day, so he should be done at school in about an hour. I packed his Arsenal jersey and scarf, he wanted to wear them to the signing. Thank you again, I have to go. Send me pictures of the signing?” Your kid would always be your number one priority, so you hung up the phone and got ready.

“Hey bud, your dad is stuck at work, so I’m going to take you to Waterstones later, is that okay?” The boy greeted you with a hug. “Yes, of course, you’ll get to see Leah again!” Back in high school you and Leah were very close, there was even some gossip about the two of you dating, but when you got wind of that you shut those rumours down quickly by starting a relationship with Ryan, a relationship that drove a wedge between your friendship with Leah. Your love for the women’s game continued to grow though, and you have supported Arsenal all your life, just like Leah. Liam fell in love with it too, and you often found yourself amongst the crowd of Arsenal WFC and Lionesses matches together. Liam was a smart kid, and after finding you looking at TikTok videos of Leah, he started asking questions. “Watch it, or we’re not going.” You said with a fake seriousness. Liam knew full well that it was an empty threat as you loved messing with him.

You decided to make it a special day for your son, by taking him out for lunch before heading over to Waterstones. It was to no surprise to you that he wanted to go to his favourite restaurant. “Smile for your dad.” The boy looked up from his plate with a big grin on his face. Proudly wearing his Williamson jersey and his Arsenal scarf.

The line at Waterstones was long, but you bought the book and joined the line together. You could tell he was excited just by the way his eyes lit up, and his smile was constantly present on his face. His excitement made you glad that you were able to join him on this occasion, but it didn’t trump your nerves of seeing Leah again. Of course, you had seen her play, but you were always just a person in the crowd, and now you were going to be face to face with the girl you’ve had a crush on since you were fifteen.

Never in your life had you been so nervous to see someone from your past, but you set it aside for your son, this was his moment. Plus Leah would probably not even remember you, right? You were a nobody, and she was the England captain and the Arsenal co-captain.

When it was your turn, Liam walked up to the signing table, while you stood back to take pictures. “Hi, what’s your name?” You heard the blonde ask your son. “I’m Liam, it’s very nice to meet you. My mom is a big fan of yours as well.” The sneaky little bastard, you thought as your eyes met Leah’s. Her eyes showed instant recognition. ‘Yours?’ she mouthed your way, and you answered with a nod. “It’s very nice to meet you too Liam, want to come over to this side for a picture?” Leah signed the book, and wrote something on one of the cards laying to the side as Liam made his way around the table. “I see you’re repping my jersey! You know what would go great with that?” He shook his head. “This new cap, would you like one?” Liam looked over to you with hopeful eyes, “Can I mom?” You smiled at the interaction between Leah and your son, “Yeah, of course.” He turned back to Leah, “Thank you so much!” The two posed for a picture. “Any time Liam. Here is your signed book, and could you please give this card to your mom?” He grinned big when he saw a written phone number on the back of the card. “Thank you Leah!”

“Mom! I got you her number, you have to call her!” You look at the card that Liam handed you ‘Would love to catch up, send me a text if you’re up for it :)’ along with her cell. You looked between the card and Leah, who shot you a smile before returning to the next person in line. “Please tell me you’re going to send her a text, please!” Liam was tired of always seeing you admire Leah from afar, and now that you had a real shot to reconnect with her, he wanted you to take it. Plus how cool would it be if his mom would go out with the Leah Williamson? You pocket the card, “Maybe later, you little snitch. I thought we had a deal.” You say playfully as you put your arm around his shoulder. Quite frankly it scared you a little to send her a text. “Let’s head home.”

When you got home you put Leah’s number in your phone and stared at the message screen forever, trying to decide what to text her. You really wanted to reconnect with her, but you also didn’t want to overcompensate, and ruin any chance you had. You settled on something simple, letting her make the next move.

You: Hi Leah, it’s y/n. It was good seeing you today, catching up sounds nice.

You hadn’t expected to get a message back from her so soon.

Leah: So glad we ran into each other. Talk about the details later?

The message notification was staring back at you, your heart was beating out of your chest simply from her message. You quickly put your phone away, without opening her message when Liam walks in. “Mom, you know that I want you to be happy right?” You nod, “Of course, I know that kiddo. What makes you say that?” He shrugs, “I just don’t want you to hold back because of me.” You shake your head, “You’re too smart. I love you, kiddo.” He hugs your side, “I love you too, mom.”

The two of you were hanging out at home, when Ryan called again. “Hey, thank you for sending me those pictures. They really made my day, glad to see him so happy.” You notice the exhaustion behind his words, “Yeah of course, I don’t want you to miss out on stuff because of your job.” Liam was so important to the both of you, but your divorce had led to missing some things here and there, that you always tried to minimise together. “Speaking of work, I should be done around eight. You know I hate to ask, but-” You interrupted him, “You don’t have to ask, of course. Pick him up whenever you are done, okay?” You heard the relief in his voice, “Thank you. Can I talk to him for a moment?” You walk over to Liam and hand him the phone, “It’s your dad.” After handing him your phone, you give him some space to talk to his dad.

You continued vacuuming since you weren’t done when you had to pick up Liam from school. So, you didn’t hear the interaction with Ryan, or when the call was over, and definitely not when you got another phone call. Liam looked at the contact and smirked to himself. When he realised you didn’t hear the phone call, he picked up himself. “Hi Leah, it’s Liam.” The girl had not expected your son to pick up, but she went with it anyway. “Hey Liam! How did you like the book signing?” He told her how much he enjoyed it before Leah continued with her questions. “I was looking for your mom, is she around?” If it were a video call, Leah would have seen the mischievous look in Liam’s eyes, but since it was a voice call he could hide behind the screen. “She is a little busy right now, but she said she wanted to invite you over for dinner tonight if you had time.” Leah knew she should’ve questioned it more, but she wanted to see you so badly, that she set up dinner plans with your son.

Just ten minutes before Leah said she would be there Liam came walking up to you. “Hey mom, so I kind of invited Leah over for dinner tonight.” Never in your life had you turned around so quickly, “You did what?” You could not believe what your son had just told you. “She will be here in-” His sentence was interrupted by the doorbell. “Now.” He said with a big smile. You were frozen in place, Leah Williamson was at your door, and you were in sweats and a tank top, your hair a mess from the house work you had been doing for the past hour. “Are you going to let her in?” You turned to Liam, “You are going to be in so much trouble later.” Again, Liam knew there was no actual threat behind your words, because that’s not how you parented.

On your way to the door, you tried to quickly fix your hair. You open the door, “Oh hi Ryan, you’re here early.” He smiles back at you, “Yeah our last meeting got cancelled, sorry I didn’t let you know.” You shake your head, “No, no it’s okay. Liam, your dad is here!” The boy came running into his dad’s arms. “You’re here!” The bond between them was amazing, he truthly loved the both of you equally. “Have you had something to eat yet?” Liam shakes his head, “How does McDonald’s sound?” You grab Liam’s bag, and give him a quick kiss on his cheek, before waving the both of them off.

As soon as you closed the door, you ran up the stairs to quickly get changed, and look more presentable. You had just finished doing your hair when your doorbell rang again. This time it was Leah standing on the other side of the door. “Hi Leah, come in.” She looked so beautiful in her simple white t-shirt and a pair of green cargo pants. “Hey y/n, thank you. No Liam?” She questioned when you walked her further into the house. “He wanted to be here but his dad came to pick him up a little bit ago. I’m sorry to say that McDonald’s has been picked over dinner with you.” You joke, hoping to make the moment a bit lighter. Hearing Leah’s laugh brought you back to those days where you would sit on the grass, and make fun of the boys on the football team.

“So, Liam is a big fan of football then?” Leah started awkwardly. You loved talking about him, so you just started talking. “Yeah, I started taking him to matches when he was still a little baby. He loved it ever since, I can’t go to an Arsenal match without him nowadays. A gooner from the start, just like you.” Leah blushed slightly. “So, you’ve been coming to our matches all this time?” Now it was your turn to blush. “Maybe.” The both of you laugh. “Ryan surprisingly never got into football, so it’s been something I get to share with Liam.” The name you mentioned caught Leah’s attention. “Wait Ryan is Liam’s dad? You actually married high school Ryan?” You realised that bringing his name up was probably a mistake since he is what drove the two of you apart. “Oh yeah, high school Ryan indeed. Liam’s dad indeed, and I did marry him. We haven’t been married for like five years though.”

Leah’s ears perk up at that. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You shrug your shoulders, “It’s all good, it was time I finally figured out my sexuality. We’re still friends, and he's great with Liam. Anyways, how have you been?” The two of you start talking and catching up, and somehow even though more than a decade had passed and you had lived such different lives, it felt like you had never not known each other.

You walk into the kitchen together, still talking, when the both of you start getting hungry. That is when you realise that you had to go to the grocery store today, and didn’t have much in the house. “So, confession time. I didn’t actually know you were coming over until Liam told me about ten minutes before you arrived.” Leah laughed, “I had a feeling the invite wasn’t extended by you, but I didn’t want the opportunity to go to waste.” You blush at her words. “I am very happy that you are here, don’t get me wrong. I was just not prepared. It was Ryan’s day with the kid, but he got stuck at work so I didn’t have a chance to go to the grocery store like I had originally planned. Let’s see, I have Potato Smileys, and literally nothing else. I am so sorry.” Leah did not care what you would eat one bit, she was just happy to be there with you. “Good thing I love Potato Smileys then!”

You shared a laugh at the situation and decided to make the best of it. While the Potato smileys were in the oven, you set the table with some condiments to go along with them. As you were waiting for the Smileys to cook, you and Leah fell back into conversation. You were reminiscing over old times, and shared stories from the past years since. It was easy talking to her, it really felt like no time had passed.

Once you were done with dinner, you moved to the living room where you each found a comfortable place on the couch to continue catching. Before you realised it, hours had passed by. Leah looked at her watch, and noticed the time first. “Oh it’s late, I hadn’t realised so much time had passed.” You glance at the clock yourself, “Wow, yeah it is. I’m really glad you came over tonight, catching up with you has been great.” Leah smiled in return, “Yes it was, I’ve missed this. I hope we can hang out again soon!” You walk her to the door, “For sure! Liam and I will be at the match Sunday, maybe we can do something after? If you don’t mind him tagging along of course.” Her smile grew big, “I would love that, and for Liam to tag along always!”

As you said goodbye, and Leah got into her car you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for what the future might hold. Just having Leah back into your life in whatever way possible made you extremely happy. Tonight had been so nice, and you really wanted to see Leah again soon, Sunday didn’t feel soon enough. So, you decided to send her a message. You felt less nervous sending this message than the one this afternoon, but still there were some nerves.

You: Would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime this week? I’d love to meet up sooner than Sunday.

As you were getting ready to go to bed, your phone dinged with a new message.

Leah: I know a great spot! Are you free tomorrow?

You smiled at the text, Leah proposing tomorrow had to mean she wanted to see you again soon too, right? You quickly let her know you’re free, before sending her a goodnight message and calling it a night. Though, your mind kept you up for a while longer, not wanting to let go of today just yet.

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j-onedrabbles · 10 months

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

✧ REQUESTED BY: @slayhyunjin ✧ PAIRING: SKZ X READER ✧ CW: ARGUMENT, CURSING, KISSES, FOOD MENTIONS, TYPICAL GIRL BSF IN LOVE WITH GUY IN RELATIONSHIP (NOT MENTIONED IN ALL), MENTION ANXIETY IN HAN'S, GIRL BSF CALLS READER A GOLD DIGGER IN HAN'S PART, FEM!READER, FAKE TEXTS ✧ WC + SS: 4K + 8 ✧ NOTE: I was too lazy to give a name for the girl bf so... she is referred to as "(name)"

BANG CHAN

Chan sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed. He knew he really fucked up, but there wasn’t much he could do. They’d gotten into fights before and he knew some space would let them both calm down and think. He didn’t like that he’d been unaware he had let Y/n sizzle in anger for a whole night since he came back to the dorms after leaving his friend.

He laid back against the bed and thought. He had her gifts all ready to head over. He planned to pick up a bouquet and food on his way over today. But now he didn’t know. He didn’t even know if they had eaten today.

He grabbed his phone and ordered her fav over to her place. It was one thing he could do while he waited. He checked social media, text notifications, did some writing; anything to keep busy. He almost jumped out of his chair when his phone notified him of a text message. The one he had been waiting for for who knows how long. The small ‘come over’ text had him running around the room, grabbing everything. Phone, wallet, keys, shoes, gifts. Double and triple checking he had everything before he left the dorms and headed to her place. Stopping for a few minutes to get her flower.

Y/n sat, waiting on the couch, finishing up the food he had for her. Ultimately, she knew Chan would never truly mean to forget and ditch her on her birthday. Most of his days would mesh together and he was always busy so she couldn’t really fully blame him. But, she also knew (name) didn’t like her that much. Y/n figured very quickly (name) was that typical girl best friend who had a crush on their guy best friend. Y/n just didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend so she never brought it up to Chan.

She got pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the door unlock and she knew he was there. She didn’t move from the couch, letting him come to her. Chan locked the door and slid his shoes off and walked into her living room. Y/n just stared at him as she set the takeout on her coffee table. In the back of her head, she thought it was cute he came in with flowers and presents but she was still pissed and she was keeping it up.

Chan set the flowers and gifts down on the other end of the couch before kneeling down in front of her, putting his arms on either side of her on the cushion. “I’m so sorry baby. I really don’t have any excuse. I should have made sure I had the correct day for your birthday in my phone. I shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her yesterday.”

“It was her idea to hang out?” Y/n asked

“Yeah? Why?”

“Fucking cunt,” Y/n groaned

“Babe? Talk to me,” Chan grabbed her hips and rubbed small circles into the skin with his thumbs.

“We don’t get along Chan. As much as I hate to tell you this because she was your friend before we got together, I know she fucking likes you, Chan. If it was her idea then she must’ve fucking known it was my birthday and— fuck I sound like the crazy jealous girlfriend.”

“Hey, hey. No, you don’t love.” Chan grabbed her face and ran her thumbs under her eyes, catching the tears that threatened to fall, “You saying that made me just realize it. She was very clingy with me yesterday and it did make me uncomfortable. I never meant for any of that to happen yesterday. Will you let me stay here and make it up to you baby?”

Y/n nodded and watched him let out a breath neither knew he was holding. “You owe me a lot of cuddle and kisses for that shit.”

“Gladly,” Chan moved up onto the couch and pulled her into his chest, and kissed all over her face.

LEE KNOW

Minho immediately jumped into action. He generally thought his girlfriend’s birthday was today. So he saw no harm in going back home, seeing (name), and then going to his parents after. He tossed his phone onto the bed and got dressed. He wasn’t gonna be here all day, he’d told his parents he was just staying the night and then heading to Y/n’s in the morning. He was sticking to the plan, whether she was pissed at him or not.

He grabbed all his stuff and the gifts he had bought her. Mid-checking to make sure he had everything, all three of his cats decided to demand attention. Minho sighed and sat on the bed and petted Doongi while Soogni and Dori did their own thing in his room. “Wanna go see you’re mom? She won’t beat me up if you guys come.” Minho said.

Doongi just meowed at him as he got up, grabbing their travel crate. He got it on the bed and opened it, leaving them to go in while he grabbed a few treats, in case they needed coercion, which they did.

Once he did manage to get the three of them in and close the crate, he made sure he had everything. His mom shoved her birthday gift for Y/n into his arms before he left and got into the car. Minho kept an eye on his messages the whole ride over to her apartment. She probably wouldn’t text him after her last message. No point in messaging her that he was on the way, she wouldn’t let him in. So, he just opted to surprise her.

Y/n was cleaning up from her and Jisung’s shit talk last night about her boyfriend. She’d passed out last night after he left to head back to the dorms. He texted and complained about his hangover which made up for a little bit of the sour mood. She updated him about the conversation with her boyfriend.

She was cleaning up the counter when she heard a knock at her door. She put the rag down and headed over to unlock it. Figuring it was probably one of the guys. And she was right, it just wasn’t the one she wanted to see. Then she saw the cat crate. “I’m only letting you in because I want to see my babies.”

“I’m not gonna argue it,” Minho said as he walked in.

He let the cats out in the living room and they immediately took over, having been to Y/n’s apartment before. Soongi went right over to Y/n and laid on her lap. Minho had set down the presents he’d brought over as well and sat on the floor. “I’m sorry kitten. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my mistake. I don’t know why I didn’t hear my phone go off yesterday.”

“You still forgot my birthday,” Y/n glared at him

“And I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t forget you’re birthday, no matter what’s going on. That’s on me entirely and I swear on our babies it won’t happen again.”

Y/n looked at the cat on her lap for a moment. “Cook me dinner tonight and I’ll accept you’re apology.”

“Deal,” Minho agreed immediately, without a fight

“Why did you buy me so much by the way?” Y/n motioned the gifts on the table

“Because I love you and you deserve it. And there’s one from my parents.” Minho moved up to the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

“I’ll open them later. You have cuddles to make up for being a dickhead.”

“Come here.” Minho pulled her against him as she held the cat in her arms

CHANGBIN

Changbin sighed, running his hands through his curls. He usually wasn't a forgetful person, especially with his girlfriend. How the fuck did he manage to forget her birthday and then go out with another female friend. He quite honestly felt awful about it. Now he had to figure out an apology. Food always seemed like a good apology.

Y/n didn’t even go back to sleep after she texted her boyfriend. She just lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she couldn’t stay mad at him for long. But she was also a bit pissed that he had said “argument” in his text. He was wrong for forgetting her birthday but it made it sound like he wasn’t wrong for doing so. The word just pissed her off more.

Y/n got up and did some housework she had been putting off for a few days. Better than laying in bed angry. She tossed the covers off and got to work, putting on her playlist as she worked. It took her mind off of it for a while. Almost an hour later she heard a knock at her door. She figured it was a package she ordered and opened the door. But it was just a food delivery, and she knew she hadn’t ordered food today.

She picked up the take-out bag and looked at it. It was from her favorite take out spot and the address was hers so someone sent it to her. Only one person came to mind.

She took the food inside and set it on the counter before texting the boyfriend she was mad at. He must have been waiting for her to text him because he replied immediately.

Y/n: Did you order food to my place?

Gym rat: Yes. It’s part one of my apology for missing you’re birthday.

She rarely could stay mad at Changbin for long. She mentally sighed and typed out the next text.

Y/n: Come over so we can talk

Gym rat: on my way

Y/n ate and finished up her cleaning while she waited. It only took him twenty minutes to get to her apartment and knock on the door.

“He has a key, why is he knocking?” Y/n asked herself as she walked towards the door.

Her question was answered when she opened the door and saw his arms full with a bouquet of flowers and gift bags. His face just said ‘i’m sorry.’ Y/n stepped aside and let him in. Changbin stepped in and set the gifts and flowers down on her coffee table before turning to her. Y/n had followed him into the living room after she locked the door, arms crossed.

“You wanna argue now?”

“There’s nothing to argue about,” Changbin sat on the edge of her couch. “It was wrong of me to forget you’re birthday and then go out with (name). I’m so sorry baby. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”

“That hurt, you know. Going out with another girl on my birthday.” Y/n walked over to him from where she stood.

“I know sweetheart. I would never do that on purpose to you. I would never cancel on you for another girl. I love you too much to hurt you like that.” Changbin reach out and pulled her towards him so she stood between his legs. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, looking up at her, “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Won’t ever happen again.” He placed a soft kiss on her stomach.

The little kiss made her smile as she looked down at him and ran her hands through his curls. “Promise?”

“Swear on my life,” Changbin rested his chin up against her chin.

“You’re forgiven, love. You owe two days’ worth of cuddles for that.”

“I’ll give you a month’s worth of cuddles to make up for it.”

Changbin pulled her down onto his lap and cradled her into his chest and showered her with kisses

HYUNJIN

Y/n ignored her boyfriend’s last text, not even looking at the device as she threw it onto the couch. She wrapped herself up in her favorite blanket and turned back to the show she was watching. Almost forgetting the conversation with her boyfriend until she heard a few knocks on her door. She’d waddled over to the door and looked through the peephole. She saw her boyfriend on the other side. She’d almost told him off but she knew from the look he was trying not to break down crying.

She was a weak woman to her emotional ferret of a boyfriend. She took a deep breath and opened the door, blanket hanging around her frame as she met his eyes.

“I’m so sorry darling,” Hyunjin was sure if she told him to leave now he’d cry the whole way back to the dorms.

“Come in. Let’s talk,” Y/n let him inside.

Hyunjin stepped into the familiar apartment and followed her over to the couch. He put the food and coffe on the table and sat on the ground in front of her.

“(name) knows when my birthday is hyune,” Y/n stated

“I knew something was off yesterday,” Hyunjin sighed

“What’s that mean?”

“She showed up at the dorm, damn near right as I rolled out of bed and asked me to go shopping with her.”

“Took advantage of you’re sleepiness, huh?”

“Yeah. Thinking back on it she almost made sure I wasn’t looking at my phone yesterday, and was being super clingy,” Hyunjin’s face scruched up at the thought.

“Yeah. She likes you hyune. I noticed when I first met her. I didn’t want to seem like the controlling girlfriend so I didn’t say anything,” Y/n explained as she ran her hands through his hair

“I would never think you’re controlling, love,” Hyunjin moved up to the couch and pulled her into his arms, “I really am sorry about forgetting about you love.’’

“I forgive you darling, (name) is to blame.”

“Think I should stop being friends with her.”

“Do what’s best for you darling. I’ll support you either way.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

HAN

Han practically was running around the dorm getting everything he needed. His friends were a bit concerned but there was no stopping him from getting out the door. He quickly yelled bye and that he was going to his girlfriends to his friends and rushed to the car. The car ride is what he dreaded, time wise he hated it. His leg bounced up and down. He’d just barely managed to text Y/n that he was on his way over after picking up his take out order and was waiting for a reply.

He felt it buzz in his hand and was a bit disappointed when he saw it was a text from (name) about wanting to hang out again today

Han: can’t. I completely forgot about Y/n’s birthday yesterday. I’m hanging out with her today. (Name): that’s why I asked to hang out with you yesterday ji… you spend a lot of time with her. Forgot about me Han: you purposely hung out with me on my girlfriends birthday and didn’t think to mention it??? (Name): that would’ve defeated the purpose of us spending time together. Y/n’s kinda a gold-digger Han: are you fucking serious rn? (Name): no need to cuss Han: I almost had a panic attack this morning when I woke up and relized i ditched my girlfriend on her birthday. Now you’re calling her a gold-digger?? She’s never once asked me for anything financially or tried to get money out of me. (Name): sorry. Didn’t know she was actually more important than me Han: it was her birthday? I’ve spent your birthday with you before, and while I was with Y/n too and she was perfectly fine with it. Why aren’t you? (Name): If you don’t know, figure it out Han: Don’t contact me again (name).

The only shinning light from that conversation was he was pulling up to Y/n’s apartment building by the time he locked his phone. He grabbed everything he brought with him and thanked the driver has the car came to a stop. Han got out and rushed up to his girlfriends apartment and knocking on the door.

Y/n got up from the couch and walked to her door as she heard the knock. She opened the door and looked at her boyfriend.

“I’m so unbelievably sorry baby,” Han started

“Come in,” Y/n stepped aside and let him inside. He walked into her kitchen and set down the food and gifts as she joined him, “It’s going to take more than food and an ‘im sorry’.” Y/n said

“Would me telling you that I told (Name) not to contact me anymore help?”

“Possibly,” He could see the smile on her lips

“You have to tell me why you guys don’t get along though.”

“She’s undoubtedly in love with you and i’m pretty sure she’s also one of those girls who wants easy fame.”

“That explains the gold-digger part.”

“Did she call me a fucking gold-digger?!”

“Here.” Jisung handed her his phone and let her read through the conversation. Y/n took the phone and sat on the kitchen counter as she read through the conversation. Han stood inbetween her legs and placed his hands on her thighs.

“What a fucking bitch.” Y/n said, “And she’s still texting you.”

“I’m not dealing with her right now.”

Jisung took his phone and tossed it onto the counter, “I’m really sorry though. I just woke up and she was there.”

“I just don’t know how you didn’t realize she was in love with you. She’s always trying to practically be on you.”

“Because i’m absolutely in love with you and want you, twenty-four-seven.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/n cupped his face and pecked his lips

FELIX

Felix felt terrible. He doesn’t know how he got his dates mixed up or how he just completely ignored his phone all day. The car ride made him realize that (name) had a tendency to drag him into doing things with her when she knew Felix had plans with Y/n. And he was too nice to say no most of the time.

He thanked the driver as he got out of the car to head up to her home. He knocked on the door and waited a few minutes before she opened the door. “Let me apologize flower.”

No one could stay made and Felix, not even his girlfriend. There was a certain air about him that just made you happy to be around him and kiss his freckled cheeks.

“Okay,” Y/n let him inside and closed the door behind him. Felix set the container of brownies in her kitchen before he met her in the living. Y/n sat on the couch as he came back in and sat down next to her, arm over the back of the couch behind her.

“I’m really sorry about not answering you yesterday flower. I know (name) does this a lot.”

“I can understand it every other time lix. You guys were friends well before I was in the picture. Yeah it hurts sometimes, but—”

“Hey, no buts. I shouldn’t even be canceling premade plans with you for her. Especially not on you’re birthday. That was fucked up of me.”

“It was. That hurt a lot.”

“I know, I need to stop agreeing to hang out with her whenever she wants.” Felix pulled Y/n into her chest adn wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll talk to her later about it.”

“Yeah, you owe me cuddles and brownies for that bullshit.”

“I’ll throw some kisses in there too.” Felix chuckled and smothered her face with kisses

SEUNGMIN

If Seungmin was one thing, he was persistent. So it didn’t surprise Y/n one bit that after she had told him to go home that he proceeded to knock on the door for two minutes straight. Y/n got fed up with the noise and opened the door and glared at him.

“Go home,” Y/n told him, closing the door.

At least tried to. Seungmin stopped it with his foot. Y/n opened the door and glared at him again. Trying not to look at the food and flowers—both her favorites— otherwise she’d break too fast.

“Please bub. Let’s talk about it. Do you really think I would forget your birthday on purpose?”

“Get in. I don’t wanna make a scene for the neighbors.”

Seungmin stepped inside and turned back, “I’m really sorry bubs.”

“That’s not gonna take back the fact you forgot my birthday and went out with a girl who clearly doesn’t like me.”

Y/n felt the water hanging heavy on her tear line as she walked into the living room. She hadn’t liked seungmin’s friend in question since she had met her. Y/n tried being civil since (name) was there before her, but the side eye (name) gave her once seungmin wasn’t looking told her everything. They weren’t going to get along. And it frustrated her immensely.

“Hey bubs,” Seungmin followed her into the living room as she plopped down on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and hugged it close to her chest. He set down the flowers and food container and kneeled down in front of her, “Talk to me. Did (name) say or do something?”

“Would it matter?”

“Yes. You're the girl I'm dating, not (name). Bubs,” he grabbed hold of her face and wiped the tears away

“I don’t want to cause issues between you guys though. You were friends before we met. I don’t want to be that girlfriend.”

“Bubs, I’m well aware (name) has a thing for me. I’ve told her before it’s not ever happening. I thought it was over and done with,” Seungmin explained

“When?”

“A month after we started dating.”

“Yeah, she heavily side-eyes me whenever i’m around her. Never said anything, I just know she doesn’t like me.”

“Well, she can deal with it. I’m not playing this game with her anymore. I’d rather keep you than her.”

“Why?”

“Because you make me so extremely happy that sometimes I don’t know what to do. And I’m so sorry I let her drag me out with her. I really am bubby. I love you,” Seungmin leaned up and kissed her forehead. He never said those words often. Y/n smiled and pulled him up to the couch, replacing the pillow with him and cuddling up to him as he chuckled at her, nonetheless wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you too pup.”

I.N

Y/n barely spared a glance at her boyfriend when she opened the door. She grabbed the food from his outstretched hands and walked back to her kitchen. Jeongin followed inside, locking the apartment door behind him.

He followed her to the kitchen, she was grabbing out a fork for the food as he walked in.

“I didn't mean to ditch you yesterday bun. She showed up at the dorm and dragged me out yesterday. I feel really bad,” Jeongin pulled her on for a hug and nuzzled his head into her neck

“I can't be mad at you when acting all cute and shit when you hug me,” Y/n sighed and hugged him back.

“It's part of my charm.”

Y/n laughed at him as he looked up and kissed her cheek, “Eat your breakfast.”

Y/n are the food he brought, occasionally feeding some to him as well.

“Oh, I told (name) not to talk to me anymore by the way. She didn't take it well,” Jeongin told her as they finished the food

“Why?” Y/n asked as she cleaned up

“She was acting like it was a date yesterday, trying to hang off my side. It just wasn't comfortable for me.”

“She was your best friend and didn't know you hate physical touch?”

“Most. I don't mind you touching me bun,” the maknae pulled her into him and kissed her lips

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sweetbuckybarnes · 4 months

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Who is This? - How They Met

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N talks about how she met James Barnes and how she found herself in the modern world. Follow on from this fic.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

"I'm sorry, what was that? Wife? You two are married?" Sam asked, looking between Bucky and Y/N.

"Indeed we are, aren't we darling?"

Y/N looked at Bucky first with a smile then with dead eyes. "I'm still pissed with you," Sam couldn't place her accent. It was a strange combination of Brooklyn, southern and English.

"Babydoll," Bucky sighed, as his wife got up from the couch and walked to the kitchenette.

"No. Don't you babydoll, me. I had two officers with a telegram in their hand as they flat out told me you had fallen off a train in the Alps of all places, whilst you were on some stupid mission with Steve, they never went looking for you, they simply declared you were missing and you were most likely dead."

Bucky's face falls, realising how much she had missed him after he fell off the train. After he had escaped to Bucharest, his memories came back in flashes - her face had always been there front and centre. He never had the time to sit Steve down and ask him about the gorgeous girl in his memories. It had taken another trip to the Smithsonian Institution - and that's when he saw her further into the exhibition, her arms in both Bucky and Steve's as she looked up at him in awe. Bucky and Y/N were married on January 15, 1941 - four weeks after Bucky signed up.

He gets up also, leaving the blanket which once covered them in a ball on the couch. "Sweetheart," he said softly.

"They told me on our fucking anniversary as well!" The tears couldn't be held back as they started rolling down her cheeks.

"It may be late, but happy anniversary," Bucky says, which gets a watery sob out of Y/N - who returns the sentiment.

Sam walks around the couple and into the kitchenette. "How long have you two now been married then?"

They looked at each other. "If you don't count the time we were separated, three years."

"And if you do?" Sharon asks.

"Eighty-three."

"Seems like I owe you a lot of anniversary presents. And birthdays, and Christmas..." Bucky trails off. "Seeming like I'll always be in debt to you, doll."

She shakes her head, "I have you here now. That's the only present I need."

"So how did you two meet?" Sam asks.

August 3rd, 1922

It was the first day at Brooklyn Heights Elementary School. Winnifred Barnes held her eldest son's hand as she took him to school.

Little James Barnes was terrified, it would be his first full day away from his ma, he didn't know anyone and he had a strong feeling like he wanted to cry (his father George had firmly told him men don't cry).

The mother and son duo were stood in front of a little peg, which had his name stuck to it, he was in between someone called Steve and someone called Y/N (the little girl had already taken her coat off - which her mother was hanging up for her, as she dug through her backpack on the floor).

"Y/N what have I told you about sitting on the floor like that?" Y/N's mother said, cupping her hands underneath her armpits and sat her on her knees.

"I can't find my crayons, mama!" Y/N exclaimed, looking up at her mama.

James looked down into his backpack and saw the small pack of crayons his father had brought back home one night. "We can share mine," he tells the little girl on the floor, sitting down next to her.

She looked at him with a big smile. Even at four years old, he couldn't help but think she was the prettiest girl in the world.

"That's how you got your girl? Crayons when you were four?" Sam asks.

"No, I had always known she was beautiful, but it took me a long time to persuade her for a date."

Y/N looked at her husband with a singular raised eyebrow. "You went from girl to girl with no consideration of their feelings. I didn't want to be put on the same list."

"Not a chance, since we locked eyes on that cold floor in elementary school, I have always been yours."

January 15, 1940

"Please, doll," Bucky nearly begged, as Y/N made her way around the counter at the local diner where she currently works. "Just one date."

"No, James, you can't ask me just because you don't have a date for the night."

Bucky sighed, he loved how she was the only one (apart from his ma when he annoyed her) who still called him James. "But, doll."

"And what have I told you about calling me doll?"

"I could take you to Coney Island," which was shut down saying that was his and Steve's 'place to hang out without her'. Bucky denied it, saying that it wasn't right that he and Steve spent time together without her. "What about the movies?"

"The three of us have already seen everything at the movies right now."

Bucky looked at the ceiling, as he fiddled with his ice cream float. "You don't want to go to Coney Island, we've seen everything at the movies and you don't want to go to a diner..."

He heard someone make a passing comment that the river in that park upstate had frozen over and was perfect for. "Ice skating! That's it, I'll take you ice skating!"

Y/N looked over at him, "Will it shut you up?" He nodded. "Fine, you can take me ice skating."

Bucky let out a loud cheer. "I promise you, you won't regret it, babydoll."

Bucky leaned over pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran out of the diner - he missed Y/N rubbing her cheek with a growing smile on her face.

"You were smitten with me?"

"Since day one, babydoll."

They shared a kiss when the door was pushed open by someone who looked like he had a homemade costume Steve used to wear. "What the hell?"

"Alright, that's it. Your time is up. Tell me where Zemo is," someone came storming in, dressed like Steve, shield in one hand as he pointed at the other people in the room. Y/N looked from Bucky to Sam to Sharon and then back to Bucky.

"We know you're hiding him," his sidekick added, crossing his arms.

The Captain America wannabe ordered them to turn over Zemo, which Y/N countered with a comment about the Captain America wannabe running his mouth.

"How did I miss you?" He flirts.

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him, then looked up at Bucky (who whispered into her ear that they were trying to get the shield back). "Give me a second," She puts on a look on her face and makes her way over to the Captain America wannabe. "Oh my God, is that the shield?" She could see him preen at her words. "Can I have a look at it?"

Stupidly, he hands her the shield, Y/N looks it over, and then up at him. "Thanks," and makes her way back to Bucky.

"What are you doing with my shield?"

"I think you mean, my shield. Considering that it technically belongs to me."

Captain America wannabe looked at her confused, what the hell was she talking about? "Who even are you?"

"Who am I? He doesn't know, James!" Y/N looked up at Bucky. "He doesn't know!" The couple laughed. "I'm Y/N, Steve's half-sister, and this muppet's wife."

"Wait, so how did you end up 80 years in the future?" Sam asks as the trio settles in for the night.

"Howard wanted to make another Super Soldier after the war after Steve had 'died'," she puts quotes around died, then turns her head to look at Bucky. "Yes, I know what happened to Howard and Maria," Bucky's face fell - she knew what he had done as the Winter Soldier(the war crimes he had committed had been plastered all over the news during his trial).

Sam looked between Bucky and Y/N as he asked. "What happened? I presume you volunteered."

She nods her head. "I did. But, something went wrong. They gave me the serum, and I remember collapsing to the floor and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the year 2019, Steve's face over the top of mine, tears in his eyes, saying he was so happy to see me."

"Steve knew you were alive?" Bucky asked, looking at his wife in surprise. There were about two weeks between the Battle of Earth and Steve went back to the past.

"I don't remember much from when I woke up, because I was falling in and out of sleep, for a long time." She says, looking up at the ceiling.

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thelargefrye · 6 months

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GODS … mature one - shot | pt. one

pairing : emperor!san x princess!f!reader

genre : slight historical fiction, mature, dark, arranged marriage, second chance, slow burn, eventually smut

word count : 3.5k

warnings : language, blood / body gore, death / murder, hints of dismemberment, san is evil, name calling (stupid girl)

special birthday suffering tag : @sanjoongie please accept this as an early birthday present from your braincell

note : inspired by san's performance video that literally wrecked all of us. none of are safe from his power and this proved it. also this was getting a little too long so i decided to split it up into at least two parts

after your life is unrightfully taken from you, you take this second chance as a way to finally survive and make a difference for yourself. you were tired of being a prisoner and feeling unwanted.

the dining hall was empty except for you and a few guards and servants. not another soul sitting at the long dining table despite it being able to sit twenty people easily, if not more.

it bothered you that you ate alone. every meal, breakfast, lunch, and dinner was by yourself. honestly, a lot of things bother you, but you were never allowed to say what was on your mind. it bothers you that you eat alone, that you have no one to talk to, that your family willingly gave you up to some demon emperor. what bothered you the most is that your "husband" never even gave you the time of day and that you were forced to listen to the maids whisper and gossip about you.

you saw the look of pity in their eyes.

you don't want their pity. you've never wanted anything but freedom for the last three years you've been trapped in this palace.

you were supposed to marry someone who loved you. have a big ceremony and live happily ever after. instead... instead you were taken away from your family by emperor san and forced to marry him. you were a pawn to him in order to gain control over your kingdom.

a prisoner forced to spend the rest of her life trapped in a loveless marriage and life.

you do your best to push down the negative thoughts as you eat. not wanting to get choked up on tears and cry. you didn't want anyone to see you cry.

especially not these gossiping maids.

"i heard the emperor went to the brothel last night."

"again! does him and the princess not spend nights together?"

"of course not. his highness isn't interested in the princess. their quarters are on completely different sides of the palace. i'm surprised he hasn't killed her, yet."

"i am too."

you try your best to ignore them.

when you've finished eating, you get up from the lonely dining table and exit the room. the maids have their eyes casted downward as you walk past them, acting as if they hadn't just been talking about you. your personal guard, mingi, follows you down the hall.

you remember when you first arrived at the palace, san introduced you to mingi and explained how he will be your personal guard.

"don't try anything stupid, mingi has orders to kill you on sight if you do," san's words still haunt you. mingi wasn't here to protect you, but to watch over you and make sure you never tried anything stupid.

when you return to your quarters, you take your usual seat by your window. the window that overlooks most of palace's entrance and the palace wall that keeps you trapped. too high to climb and too far to even try to attempt to make a run for it. like san purposely chose this room for you as a way to mock you. to let you know that you will always be a prisoner.

still, you can't help but wonder if one day you'll be able to be free and live happily.

however, that will only remain a dream until san crushes it as well like he done to all your other dreams.

"ow," you hiss out, finger immediately coming to your lips to try and stop the small prick of blood. you guess that's what you get for getting lost in your thoughts while attempting to work on your embroider.

you look down at the small cloth with the flower design slowly being sewn into it. embroidering was the only thing that kept you sane in this prison. you're waiting for the day san takes this away from you as well.

"princess, are you alright?" a voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look up to see one of the other guards, yeosang, coming into your room.

"i'm fine. just pricked my finger," you say and he nodded his head.

"the emperor is here to see you," he says before stepping aside to let your husband enter your room. he walks in exuding so much power and authority and you hate it. you hate him for how much control he has. you're forbidden from entering the west wing – his quarters – of the palace, yet he's allowed to come in the east wing and even your room without having to ask. you hate it.

"girl," he begins, never has he addressed you by your name. always just 'girl' or 'stupid girl' when it comes to you, like you weren't of your name let alone your title. "pack your bag, i'm sending you back to your home kingdom for a week. you'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

his words take you by surprise. you'll be... returning home? after three years of being away from your family, you'll finally get to see them?

"r-really?" you ask, standing up and completely forgetting about your pricked finger.

"what are you deaf, girl. i'm not going to repeat myself," he says with an annoyed huff and turns to leave.

"wait!" he stops in his tracks at your voice, but he doesn't turn around to look at you. "why am i going? is everything alright?"

"when did you ask so many fucking questions? be grateful i'm sending you there in the first place," he doesn't say anything else before he takes his leave. the door to your bedroom slamming shut behind him and you immediately flinch at the sound.

"are you ready, princess?" yeosang's voice catches you off guard as you look up at the palace you had been trapped inside for three years. being in the front courtyard gives you a completely different set of emotions knowing that you will be away from this place. even if it is for a week.

you asked yeosang if san was going to come, but the guard completely avoided your question. you're not surprised he's not showing up, but it still hurts nonetheless.

then something else hits you.

"where's mingi?"

"he's had some last minute orders from the emperor," yeosang says, keeping his answer vague like always. "come, princess, we have a long trip ahead of us."

you don't say anything but instead silently climb into the carriage. once you're settled inside, the carriage begins to move and you can't help but look out the window watching as you leave the palace.

you couldn't help the smile that painted your lips knowing that you were finally getting to return to your family. you knew nothing could ruin this moment, not even your ruthless husband.

yeosang let out an exhausted breath as he ran towards the palace. the guards standing at their post immediately recognized their fellow soldier, even with his beaten and bruised body.

"yeosang!" the handsome guard recognizes the deep voice from anywhere and he immediately falls into mingi's arms. collapsing from his injuries, no longer able to stand. then mingi realized something as he and some other guards helped his friend. "where's the princess?"

yeosang looked at mingi with tearful eyes before he shook his head and mingi felt something in stomach twist.

"where's the princess, yeosang?"

"i couldn't... i couldn't– bandits ambushed us... i tried, mingi, i really did, but they–

yeosang couldn't finish his words due to how choked up he was getting, but mingi understood what his friend was trying to say.

"where is she?"

"she's in the forest," yeosang answered and mingi immediately set out on his horse with his best friend and fellow guard, yunho. the two were deep into the forest before they finally came across the carriage you had left in.

the entire carriage was destroyed, the wheels broken off and the main part crashed into a large oak tree. bodies of the driver and some others were laying, scattered around and blood was everywhere.

"mingi..." yunho is attempting to be strong as he watches his friend make his way towards the carriage door. it too had been broken and destroyed and the two guards noted how all of your luggage was gone. "those bandits took everything."

mingi ignored his friend in favor of opening the carriage door. however, instead of being met with an empty carriage, he was greeted with something worse.

"fuck!" mingi has to pull himself away from the carriage. tripping over the tree roots as he bends over and vomits. the sight in the carriage burned into his eyes even as he blinks. yunho watches his friend with concern before he's watching him breakdown and sob. tears running down his cheeks and snot running down his nose and over his chin from how hard his was sobbing. mingi's throat burned from when he threw up.

yunho looked between mingi and the carriage before taking several steps towards the carriage. mingi's voice repeating "oh god, oh god, i'm so sorry. please forgive me" is like a broken record in the background. and then yunho reaches over and opens the door and the sight within makes his whole being shake in terror.

when they arrived back to the palace, mingi carried a bag with him as they reached the throne room. san was sitting on his throne with his usually bored expression; however, mingi and yunho entering caught his attention.

"what's wrong with you two?"

"your highness," yunho begins, voice shaking as he starts to talk. however, yunho doesn't know what to say. he's at a loss for words.

"well? what the fuck is wrong you both?" san asks again, standing up and walking towards the two guards. mingi doesn't say anything except hand the bag over to him. "what is this?"

"your highness, the princess's carriage was attacked by bandits. yeosang managed to make it back, but..." yunho says, finally finding his words. he continues after a moment and at the same time san opens the bag. "the princess did not make it. we brought back... what was left of her."

the image of your body laying in the carriage burns in yunho's mind. he had never seen something as horrific before during his time as a soldier and especially done to an innocent woman like you. you did nothing wrong, just someone trapped in a situation you had no control over.

san says nothing as he looks inside the bag, letting the contents settle into his mind before he's carelessly dropping the bag onto the ground in front of his feet.

"oh well."

you can't help the scream that rips through your throat as you thrash around your bed. your covers flying everywhere before settling either back onto your bed or in the floor. your heart is beating rapidly in your ears and your eyes scan the room around you.

you couldn't help but let out another scream as your door is thrown open and in comes mingi with a concerned look.

"what's wrong, princess?" in any other moment you would have found his voice a comfort. but in this moment, you couldn't even find the proper words. the only thing leaving your lips were sobs as tears ran down your face.

it had felt so real, you thought as you curled yourself into a ball. you felt like you had actually died. alone in that forest as those bandits... no. you don't really want to think about it anymore.

"princess y/n?" mingi speaks again earning your attention as you look at him with tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

"i... i had a nightmare," you said as you wiped away your tears. you hated yourself for crying in front of someone, mingi especially. "sorry."

"ah, its alright, princess. just gave me a scare is all," he says before he's bowing his head towards you and leaving.

when the door closed behind him, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. your hands instinctively come up to your neck, feeling a slight ache course through your body. you try to push back the feeling as your stood you and made your way to your ensuite bathroom to get ready.

you remember when you first arrived how you had at least three handmaids to help you get ready, only helping you because they were afraid of san. however, once they realized san didn't care about you, they stopped doing their duty and showing up. only one continued to be loyal to you, yeri.

but then three months ago you found out that yeri only remained by your side because she wanted to try and get close to san. she knew she was a pretty woman and san went after any pretty woman. after she got what she wanted she too–

"princess y/n, what are you doing running your own bath?" the familiar feminine voice snaps you out of your thoughts. standing up from the the edge of the tub, you're surprised to see yeri standing at you bathroom door.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, a little surprised to suddenly see her in your room.

"hm? what are you talking about princess? i'm your handmaiden, i'm suppose to be here," she answers and something feels unease as seeing her settles in your stomach. something wasn't right.

you vividly remember the night you found san pinning her to the wall and her words that were meant to bring you down. "wouldn't you rather someone who could properly please you, your highness? someone much prettier than your ugly and boring wife?" you remember who she tilted her head to the side in a flirting manner, even twirling her hair as the word left her mouth a stabbed your heart.

you remember how san only smirked at her before continuing to have his way with her. right there in hallway and in the east wing – "your" wing.

you had thought she was a friend, but when you heard those words you immediately knew she wasn't. you trusted her and she betrayed that trust. she didn't care. she was like everyone else.

"here, princess, let me finish–

"stop talking," you cut her off, voice as cold as you could make it. you couldn't stand looking at her. "is this some sick and twisted joke to you?" you ask, glaring at her. yeri's face is immediately covered in confusion and she opens her mouth to say something. "get out. i don't need you to do anything for me."

"but princes–

"i said get out!" you've never raised your voice, but the longer you looked at her the more you realized that she was able to easily get what you could never have. san's attention.

you could have sworn you seen yeri's fake persona fall for a split second from your new attitude before she's turning on her feet and rushing out of the room.

you let your anger subdue before you're turning back to the tub and quickly turning off the water before it begins to overflow into the floor. because honestly that was the last thing you need right now after just waking up.

you allow the warm water engulf you and you let out a sigh as you sink into the water. your hair placed carefully on top of your head as a way to keep it dry, knowing it was going to be a pain to do if you got it wet. the ache and soreness in your body was still there all around you. your neck, wrist, arms, stomach, and legs all had a type of ache to them that you never experienced before.

maybe you should visit the palace doctor later, you think before you let your eyes close. however, once you close your eyes you are immediately brought back to your nightmare. the screams of the driver and other servants ringing in your ears, the carriage door ripping open and those bandits standing there and their swords shining despite the darkness of the night.

you suddenly open your eyes again in order to make sure you were still in your bathroom. eyes darting around the room as if those bandits would also be here. its only after several minutes does your heart rate calm down before you can even will yourself to get out the tub.

the water had grown cold.

"princess, are you alright? do you need to see the doctor?" one the maids ask when she notice you keep repeatedly rubbing your wrists and neck.

"i... i think i just slept wrong," you say in an attempt to brush her concern off.

"alright, princess, but if it gets worse please let someone know," she says and you nod and thank her before she's going back to her place with the other maids in the dining room.

"i heard she dismissed yeri this morning, yelled at her and told her to get out," one of the maid's said in a hushed whisper.

"really? that's surprising considering how much the princess liked her."

"i say yeri deserved it because of how she has been trying to sleep with the emperor."

trying? as if she hadn't done it yet? how is that possible when she did sleep with san three months ago?

the unsettling feeling reappears as you continue to think about yeri and the nightmare. something just wasn't clicking.

"excuse me," you say and one of the maids immediately come over to you.

"yes, your highness? what's wrong?"

"what... what month is it?"

"august, your highness."

"a-august?" your shocked by her answer. it was august? that was three months ago. how is this possible?

"p-princess are you alright? you look ill," her voice sounds far away as you begin to lose focus on the things around you. everything becomes blurry and you're quick to stand up. chair scraping along the floor before tipping over and falling to the floor.

you begin to walk away, ignoring the maids calling after you and even some of the guards, but you ignore them all. this was just some sick joke from all of them. from yeri, to mingi, to the maids, to san. you were supposed to be in october and spending a week with your family. not in fucking august with people who hated you.

you don't have time to comprehend anything else before your falling to your knees and passing out in the middle of the hallway.

after you had passed out, you had woke up in your bedroom with mingi, yeosang, and the palace doctor surrounding your bed along with a young maid.

the maid was the first to notice you awake and she immediately collapsed at your bedside with tears welling up in her eyes.

"oh, princess, i'm so glad that you're awake! we were all worried sick about you!" she said and your eyes moved from between her to the two guards and then the doctor.

"how do you feel, your highness?" the doctor asked and it took you a moment before you actually answered him.

"i'm fine," you answer despite how your body still aches, you force yourself to sit up. the young maid is quick to adjust your pillows for you as you do.

"you all can leave," you add on looking at the guards and doctor. mingi and yeosang as hesitant to follow your orders, but the doctor does so before giving you instructions to take it easy for the rest of the day. he also said that he would make sure your meals are delivered to your room and that he'll come back later.

when the three males leave, you are left alone with the maid. her doe eyes looking at you with concern as she keeps a watchful eye on you. that's when her name finally comes to you.

"yunjin..." you say trailing off as you remember that she was with you in the carriage. you remember watching as the bandits grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the carriage because she tried to protect you.

"yes, ma'am? do you need anything?" she asks, voice hopeful and waiting to help you. you remember she began working for you when hongjoong – san's advisor, had found out that you had no one helping you. you know he only assigned yunjin because he took pity on you like everyone else here.

however, yunjin followed you around and listened to every order you gave her. at first you were worried that she would be like yeri, only using you to see the emperor. as if you see him on the daily. but then you learned that yunjin was a devoted servant to you.

"is it... really august?" you asked her, still not able to wrap your head around everything.

"yes, princess."

what if... oh god, what if you did actually die that night? does this mean you are given a second chance? a second chance to survive and to make sure that you and yunjin and the other servants don't die.

but how were you going to do this?

and then you hear loud cheers and noises coming from outside and you have to force your body to crawl out of bed and over to the window. then you see him.

san walking through the gates and into the courtyard, a small army of followers around him. following him around like he was some god. then it clicked inside your brain.

if you were going to survive then you would have to gain his favor. deep down you know san was probably the one behind the "bandit" attack. so getting on his good side would get him to call off the bandit attack.

you were going to win over your ruthless husband.

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jaehunnyy · 4 months

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Seonghwa headcanons - He needs a partner for the family dinner

Genre: fake dating, fluff, acquaintances-to-lovers

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Seonghwa x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of a forced relationship, kissing, time skip, a shitty ex, possible grammar mistakes

a/n: happy belated birthday to my love @starrysvn! i hope you will accept this gift from your secret santa; im sorry it took quite a lot and ik it might be a bit rusty, but i made it with love so i hope you will enjoy it 🤍❄️

☆ To say Seonghwa was stressed was an understatement—the boy was devastated the moment his lover (better said, ex) broke up with him, right before the Christmas dinner they planned with his family.

☆ There he found himself, trapped in the dirty abyss of overthinking as he tried to find a way to make it through—though it seemed quite impossible.

☆ All the people who could have possibly helped him have already left to the comfort of their homes, leaving him alone in the campus; or so he thought, before an idea snapped through his pretty head.

☆ He knew from a friend that Y/n was never leaving for Christmas due to how far they lived, so that meant that maybe they were still around the campus; and as bad as he felt for having to ask you this as you didn’t really know lots about each other (you were simple acquaintances due to some common friends you two shared), he decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

☆ He had always admired your beautiful soul and your bright eyes, but his ex didn’t really let him approach you due to the unnecessary possessiveness they felt over Seonghwa (and still, they had the heart to leave him).

☆ You were throwing a little concert in your room, dancing and singing quite loudly to try and make your holidays a bit more interesting; little did you know they were about to be the most interesting ones in a while.

☆ You heard a knock on your door, wondering who the person who dared to bother you from your daily routine was—and as soon as you saw a halo of blonde, ravished hair in front of you, you started to get more curious.

“Seonghwa? Shouldn’t you be home since like—a day ago?”

☆ The boy shrugged, an innocent, playful smile stretching the corners of his lips, stars beaming at his beautiful, dark eyes.

“Change of plans? Kind of spontaneous? Are you in for a challenge?”

☆ His giggles filled the hallway with so much joy, that despite knowing there weren’t people around, you pushed him inside your room like you were scared to get caught in the middle of a dirty act.

“Did you drink?”

“Just a shot—for courage, you know.”

☆ His warm smile flashed before your eyes again, and you were kind of invested in hearing the challenge.

☆ You had a tiiiiiny, silly crush on him, mayhaps—cause his beautiful smile and warm persona absolutely didn’t go unnoticed by you; though you were still in your denial phase.

☆ You gesture that he could start telling you his dramatic story, so he began to tell you about the partner who left him brokenhearted right before the holidays, and how he needed someone to go home with, as promised to his parents.

“Can’t you just tell them the truth? Things would get pretty nasty if they found out you lied to them.”

☆ Truth is, Seonghwa just wanted to prove himself capable in front of his family for once; he had two months to bring someone home and present them to his family, otherwise they would just throw him in the claws of a person he didn’t know—for business proposals.

“Please, just consider it. I need you, please. You are my last escape.”

☆ Maybe considering it didn’t sound too bad, regarding your current situation—you wanted to spice up your own holiday, so would you prefer drinking and staying on your campus, eating ice cream alone for the New Year, or pretending to love a very handsome guy and have a bit of fun?

☆ The latter surely sounded like the best option.

☆ As for the acting? You weren’t scared; you were quite sure someone who can’t read through their son’s own needs and preferences won’t be able to see behind your fake heart eyes (maybe they weren’t even that fake, to start with).

“So, when are we leaving?”

The tall guy jumped in happiness, giving you a discreet hug before giving you more information as an impulse for you to pack faster.

☆ His house was as cozy as it could be, the beautiful, warm Christmas lights making you feel all fuzzy inside—you missed your own home.

☆ His parents seemed like good people (despite trying to set him off with a random someone, claiming it was for his good), and you could see where their son got his genes from; they were absolutely gorgeous.

☆ You couldn’t help but cringe a bit when his dad took your hand into his and kissed it, happy to finally meet his son’s (fake) partner; yet it all went away when Seonghwa held your other hand comfortingly, giving you the boost of confidence that you needed.

☆ His mom was looking as if she knew that something was going on, a pretty smile plastered on her face while looking at the two of you.

☆ The rest of the night went smooth, full of little chatters and chortles as you found them effortlessly funny; but also full of little timid glances shared between you and your fake boyfriend.

“How much time do you think they need until they fall in love completely?”

☆ His mom asked his father, laughing while watching the two of you sip your hot choccies in front of the fireplace.

“They will surely realize how real their fake situationship is quickly.”

☆ His family adored you so much that Seonghwa started to believe his real partner would have messed everything up—so he took having you by his side as a sign.

“3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!”

☆ The loud, happy cheers of everyone around you resonated through your ears as the fireworks bloomed into the beautiful night sky.

☆ You looked in Seonghwa’s direction, just to see him already looking back at you—plump lips slightly parted and eyes focused on your own.

“Is this the moment where we kiss?”

☆ He giggled, cupping your face and nodding at your bold words.

☆ He pressed his soft lips on yours, and you felt like they were made just for you—like Cupid’s final touch to the red string attached to your souls.

“Is it too soon to say I don’t want this to be fake anymore?”

“Kiss me one more time and you will find out.”

☆ Seems like you found your second home, in the arms of the not-so-fake partner of yours.

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totallynotlx · 7 months

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Benefactor

A/N: In honor of my precious, beloved boys. You both deserved the world but they did you so wrong. Also yes, I hurt myself writing this thankssssss

Tags: Dad!Gojo Agenda, a bit of fluff I guess?, Hurt / No Comfort coz I am hurting rn

Word Count: 745

Benefactor

It's the word that Megumi would always associate Gojo with. He wasn't particularly fond of the man, but he doesn't despise him either... not always anyway. He owes him that much, at least. The man had no business adopting two kids when he was just sixteen. But he did it. Sure, he wasn't the perfect role model, but he remembers how much he cared for them.

He made the effort to celebrate his and Tsumiki's birthdays the first year he took them in. Christmas was extravagant, too. That's where Megumi discovered his disgusting addiction to sweets. The table was full of it. Some of which he and Tsumiki haven't tried before. Tsumiki was ecstatic, with bits of icing on her cheek as she ate, while Megumi was more content with the peppermint candy canes. He also made sure they had presents.

When school came around, Gojo took care of everything. He was still too young to enter Jujutsu High, so he ensured they had a proper education. He made sure they had everything, from their needs to their wants.

"He's weird. But he's not a bad adult." He remembers Tsumiki's words all those years ago after Gojo took them in. Megumi would argue that she shouldn't be too trusting since it may still be a political ploy, but it never happened.

Gojo genuinely did care for them. He made Tsumiki laugh. When he found out they comforted him, he gave Megumi stuffed animals that resembled his curse techniques. He vaguely remembers him tucking them both to bed when they fell asleep on the couch. He made sure they had a roof over their heads. He ensured Megumi pursued his other interests that didn't revolve around jujutsu sorcery. And even though Megumi was mature for his age, he tried his best to give him a sense of a normal childhood. Even when he became such a rebellious teen, Gojo was there, always patient with the same stupid grin. He didn't reprimand him as Tsumiki did, but he tried to guide him in his own way. The training sessions would be longer, harder even, but he never shouted at him, was never mad at him, or was never frustrated with him.

"You have the potential to be on par with me, Megumi." Gojo's words echoed in his mind, crystal clear. "So you gotta keep a level head."

Thoughts began to swirl endlessly in his clouded mind as the memory faded. It was like almost seeing a ghost, always flitting through, never materializing. Images came and went like his own shallow breathing. It was getting harder to breathe. His chest felt like it was getting constricted by some unknown force, and he felt hot all over.

He recognizes the sensation. Pain.

Subconsciously, Megumi grits his teeth, his nails digging into the inside of his palm. The dull sensation becomes more and more apparent with each second. His head was throbbing, and his vision blurred for a moment.

Take a good look, brat.

The voice that invaded his mind was unwelcome and brash. Slowly, the darkness morphs into a blurry scenery, like his eyes are camera lenses trying to focus on a subject. And that subject is at his feet.

He can make out the gray concrete now, rough and cracked as someone laid down on it.

Why is someone lying on the concrete?

Megumi hears a sharp intake of breath, eyes trying their best to focus on the source of the sound. Red liquid pooled on the ground. Blood. That's when he notices a familiar white tousled hair. Albeit he doesn't see it often, he grew up seeing him casually wearing his hair down around both of them siblings. His senses were sharper now. His vision finally focuses on the figure on the ground.

Benefactor.

It's that one word that Megumi would always use to describe Gojo to everyone if asked about their relationship. But right now, he can barely remember the word.

"Gojo-sensei..?" His words were a mere whisper. Gojo only blinks away the tears in his eyes in response, eyes slowly losing their luminescent blue luster. Warm streaks drip down from Megumi's eyes. Tears.

"Dad?"

A faint smile appears on Gojo's lips, and with one final blink, he loses the life behind those signature blue eyes of his, and silence descends upon them both. It was a grief so great that Megumi could only stand there in silence, mourning the only father he ever knew.

Inspired by this tweet that shared this very hurtful tiktok :')

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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For my lovely Cass @henderdads because I owe you a happy, birthday fic 🎂

Steve had a weird relationship with his birthday.

When he was little his birthday was a big event. His mum would wake him up with a big pile of pancakes that he'd get to eat in bed and wouldn't need to worry about getting syrup on the sheets. Then his parents would load him up in the car and they'd go to Indianapolis where they would have lunch in the big park and then his dad would take him to the biggest toystore he'd ever seen and little Steve would pick anything he wanted. He would always fall asleep in the car ride home and his parents would carry him upstairs and tuck him into bed.

Once he started school his parents would throw a big pool party for him and his classmates with cake and presents, one year he even had a bouncy castle. Tommy would get to sleep over and they would get to stay up watching movies and eating popcorn.

Steve could remember the year it all changed.

When he was twelve his parents had to leave for work at the last minute, some emergency Steve didn't really understand. They apologised that they'd miss Steve's birthday but they'd make up for it when they came back and left him money so he and his friends could get pizza or go to the movies while they were gone. It was ok, it felt weird not getting birthday pancakes, he just made himself some cereal and hung out with Tommy and Carol. When they came back they still went to Indy but it felt different, felt forced.

The next year they missed it again, they still left money but there was no Indy makeup trip on their return.

The following year they didn't even realise they missed it until they came back, they gave him some money for pizza, they were leaving again.

By the time he was sixteen he didn't expect anything. He made himself pancakes now, still ate them up in bed, he was a lot better at cooking now. He hung out with Tommy, took Nancy on a date. It was fine, it was just another day but with pancakes.

Robin brought back the magic of birthdays.

When she discovered what his birthday was she insisted she get to plan his day. Steve had no plans so he agreed easily with his best friend.

The night before his birthday she slept over, they crashed on the couch together under a pile of blankets, the TV still on. Steve woke up the next day to noise in the kitchen. He saw Robin making pancakes and almost cried.

"Hey birthday boy! Sit, sit, these are almost done, my mum always makes me pancakes on my birthday so I thought you'd like the same."

"Y-yeah thanks, Robin."

They ate their pancakes as Robin told him about her plans for the day, she had convinced Jon and Nance to carpool the kids to the quarry and they were going to have a picnic down there with the whole little family.

It was a perfect day.

Steve spent his twentieth birthday in a hospital room. Eddie had been here for weeks, Max just down the hall, Steve barely left, only to help volunteers and get a change of clothes. At least Eddie was awake, Steve loved talking to him, learning everything about him. He didn't even realise his birthday had arrived until Robin arriving with a little Tupperware of pancakes.

"Didn't think I'd miss the big day did you? You're old now dingus the big 2-0."

Steve cracked a smile, his eyes stung a bit with tears seeing the pancakes.

"Thanks, Robbie."

"Stevie, you didn't tell me it was your birthday, shouldn't you be doing something fun."

Steve smiled at Eddie softly, "I'm exactly where I want to be, Eds."

The three of the shared the pancakes and swapped stories of birthdays past.

Steve could never pick a favourite birthday but the morning of his 21st came pretty close. He woke up just as the sun started filtering through the curtains of his tiny apartment. Their soft rays gently stirring him. He opened his eyes to see the space beside him empty, he was confused briefly before the bedroom door opened.

Eddie cracked a soft smile as he gazed at his boyfriend.

"Good morning, sweetheart, special delivery for the birthday boy."

That morning they shared a big stack of pancakes in their bed and didn't worry about getting syrup on the sheets. Pretty close to a perfect birthday.

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lilsedge · 8 months

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Can you do a tjd x reader where it's the same y/n as the tjd girl fic but she gets drunk and they take her home

Too Drunk

TJDG short story

Warnings: alcohol, doesn’t match with story timeline, talks about throwing up

There is a birthday party for Liv Morgan happening in about two hours. Y/N had not yet gotten ready or wrapped Liv's present.

With wrapping paper in hand, Y/N grabs the gift and sits on the floor. She lays out the wrapping paper and sets the gift on top. Cutting it to the right size. She folds and cuts till it’s perfectly wrapped.

Once she was done with the gift, Y/N headed to her bedroom. She searched the closet for the perfect item. She found a nice short navy blue dress and some black heels.

The young girl decides to do her hair somewhat fancy. After she was done with her hair, Y/N got the present, keys and wallet off the table.

The present and wallet were put on the passenger seat after she got in the car. She put the key into the ignition. It already hooked her phone up to the car, so she picked a playlist. The first song playing is ‘Chambea’ by Bad Bunny.

About 6 songs later, Y/N finally gets to the location of Liv’s party. Grabbing everything, she put in the passenger seat and the keys. Y/N walks her way into the party.

She wasn’t early or late. Although many are present, not everyone has shown up. Looking around the place, Y/N was shocked Liv certainly had undone her this year.

“Y/N, you’re hereeeee,” Liv slightly shouts.

“Hey girl,” Y/N replies, hugging Liv.

“Hey,” Liv says, hugging back.

“Happy birthday cutie,” Y/N says, handing Liv the wrapped up present.

“Oh thank you, Bayley is over there if you want to see her,” Liv says, pointing towards Bayley.

“Oh, thank I’ll see you later,” Y/N speaks, tapping Liv’s butt as she walks away.

Bayley was turned around, talking to Dakota and Iyo. Not noticing her best friend was behind her. Y/N wraps her arms around Bayley, scaring her in the process.

“Omg, why did you have to do that?” Bayley says, smacking Y/N’s arm.

Y/N bids a quiet ‘ow’ while rubbing her arm. She also joins in on the conversation between the three others.

Few hours later

Y/N had about 3 drinks and 2 shots, so she was a little tipsy. There was nobody also stopping her from drinking more. She had ordered another drink. When someone comes up behind her.

“I’m taking these away,” says a male voice, taking her keys away.

Y/N turns to see Damian standing behind her.

“Well, why are you doing that?” She questions.

“You’re on your 4th drink and 2nd shot ain’t no way you’re driving home mariposa,” he replies.

“I could drive perfectly fine,” Y/N slurs a bit.

“No, you can’t and you’re not going to,” he demands.

“Fine,” Y/N pouts.

Damian leaves the bar as Bayley meets up with Y/N again. It was about 11 pm and there was no way Y/N was about to be done drinking.

2 hours later

The Judgement Day had stayed the entire time Y/N was drinking to make sure she wasn’t going to be in trouble or anything. Damian still had her keys.

The group watched as Y/N got up from her seat. She stumbled a little. The girl went to the bar to get another shot. After she took that, the group walked up behind the girl.

“Ok let’s go,” Rhea says.

“What do you mean?” Y/N questions.

“We are taking you home. Come on,” Rhea demands.

“I don’t want to go home,” Y/N slurs.

She turns to walk away, but almost falls. Finn immediately grabs her and puts her over his shoulder, making sure she wasn’t showing anything. The group said goodbye to Liv before walking out to the parking lot. Finn sets the girl down by her car. Damian goes to get in the driver’s seat.

“No, I don’t want to ride with him,” the drunk girl whines.

“Why not?” Finn asks, confused.

“I’m still mad at him.” She admits.

Finn gets Y/N in the car and takes the keys from Damian. Dominik ends up in the backseat of Y/N’s car, so Finn doesn’t have to deal with her alone.

The car ride wasn’t too bad. Other than Y/N complaining about drinking. She said she won’t drink again, but that’s a total lie.

Getting Y/N out of the car was a hassle. She wouldn’t let any of the boys do it. Y/N specifically wanted Rhea to carry her in the house.

Rhea has to also change Y/N out of her dress into something more comfortable. Damian holds Y/N’s hair back as she throws up in the toilet a few times. He kneels down with a wet cloth after she is done and starts wiping her mouth.

He helps her brush her teeth before leading her to her bed. Dominik comes in with some water for her and makes her drink all of it. Finn has to help her up again, so she can go to the bathroom.

Y/N is lying down again, but as soon as the four start to leave. “Can you guys stay, please?” She questions.

“Uh yeah, we can let me go get the extra clothes from the car,” Finn replies.

All of them get changed into more comfortable clothing. Y/N had a big enough bed for all of them to cuddle into. As soon as they were all comfortable, Y/N turned and lies on the person next to her. It was Finn. They all fell asleep cuddling with one another.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #the judgement day #rhea ripley x reader

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unicorncornflakes · 11 months

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Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 5

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D This chapter is hard, read it at your own risk.

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Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 6.5K

Aemond had never liked this Dornish girl. She was loud, noisy, quite nice, but most of all, what annoyed him the most: she made Aegon happy. His older brother seemed to have focused on life, solely and exclusively thanks to the girl he was dating at the time. A Dayne. A Bloody Dayne… Aegon hadn't given himself a thought to the connotations of dating a girl like that. An overly explosive woman, that she couldn't control herself, that one couldn't dominate her... but above all, she didn't have an iota of Valyryan blood. Aemond could lie to himself like the rest of his family and say that as long as Aegon was happy it was enough, but it wasn't. It was a matter of principle. He was banging Alys, but he wasn't planning on marrying her. Aegon might have thought the same when he gave the ring to that wild girl, which she jumped into his arms to kiss him at her birthday party. The same one that Aemond had had to organize in the garden of the family home in King's Landing. The whole family was present when Aegon knelt to ask the big question. Aemond squinted in annoyance from a distance, wineglass in hand, Alicent right next to him. "We are not going to get rid of that girl in life" he heard his mother say for the first time in his entire life. She did not say anything again against that Dornish woman who seemed to have brought out the best in Aegon, but Aemond hit a sip of his glass of wine and knew what his mission was. Aemond was going to get rid of the future wife of Aegon.

Finally, they were married, in that ceremony in which Aemond spared no expense. He wasn't going to arouse suspicion. Aemond was already taking great steps to be the head of his family, heir to the family business and full owner of King's Landing, when his father passed away. He was beginning to be untouchable and had put your mother in his crosshairs. He was not going to let such precious Valiryan blood become contaminated. That he had learned from his favorite uncle, Daemon. They were two sides of the same coin. Same and different at the same time. They both knew that tradition weighed on the name of their house. At that time they were still talking. The break in their relationship had been some time later, when Aemond had surpassed his master, but at that moment, everything Aemond knew he owed to Daemon. Aemond had orchestrated everything so that Aegon and his wife would divorce. Absolutely everything. However, a small setback appeared on his agenda. The Dornish woman had become pregnant by Aegon. Without having planned it and without job either of them. They still lived in the family home, and Aemond saw to it that they did not abandon it, but that Aegon did not spend as much time with her. He got his older brother a good position in the family business and began to isolate the Dornish woman in that huge house. Only with his mother. Maybe so he could break the spoiled daughter of Starfall's oil magnate. But he didn't make it, and it was all turning into an even bigger headache. His plan would have to wait until she gave birth to whatever she was going to come out of, but that baby was no longer Valyryan blood.

He remembered the day of the birth. He had gone to the hospital, to wait for the baby. His mother and he had stopped to buy some stuffed animals and some flowers. Alicent had insisted that they had to be nice with Aegon's wife. She seemed like she was here to stay, but Aemond didn't listen to her. He would carry out the plan after the little one was born, a little later. He had it for sure. He was smoking at the door of that very expensive hospital, which both your father's family and your mother's could afford. Then Daeron came downstairs grinning from ear to ear. The baby had been a girl… at that moment, Aemond sighed in relief. At least you hadn't been a boy. He went up to the room, where all of your father's family and part of your mother's were. There was even his Daemon's uncle with Rhaenyra. Aemond greeted them bright and smiling. He accepted his uncle´s hand as he shook it. He knew their dirty secret and planned to use it to his advantage. But, that didn't matter at that moment. He greeted the one who greeted him and… then he saw you in your father's arms. You had huge, purple eyes…you were Targaryen blood…you definitely were. Well you didn't have the color hair, but you were a woman and those beautiful eyes were without a doubt from the house of the dragon. He could forgive you. He picked you up, much to the bewilderment of your parents, and he promised himself that you would be raised as a dragon. For that you were one. He stood smiling, with you in his arms while you watched him from time to time with those purple eyes.

He waited a while after that. You needed your mother, at least for the first few months. He was said that after you could walk or say a word it would be time. He had seen how when your parents argued or just didn't notice something you needed, you would walk staggering or crawling up to him. Aemond took you in his arms and told you that you were the most beautiful dragon he had ever seen, and you laughed. Aemond couldn't remember a happier time in his life, with you pulling his hair, sucking on it, or grabbing his eyepatch. He had discovered that if he took it off in your presence you laughed, instead of being scared. That was how he had gotten into the habit of not wearing it around the house. Just to see you laugh innocently every time he took it off. He smiled proudly when your first word had been an incomprehensible babble that resembled 'Vhagar'. The cat fled from your ear pulls, but he kept picking her up and bringing her to you until the animal got bored with your slapping and she left looking at his master with contempt. He didn't care. What mattered was that his little dragon was well and happy. Everyone said what a perfect uncle he was, but all he wanted was to raise you as what you were: a Targaryen.

He had orchestrated it all. You had just turned one year old and he had given you a huge dragon stuffed animal on which you rested your head and fell asleep. Your mother said that he could stop with the dragon theme. She argued with Aegon on the subject, almost calling Aemond obsessed. However, Aegon only replied that it was so, that he had spent his adolescence reading too much, that time with Daemon hadn't helped him either, and now they had to put up with what had turned out. Your mother moved nervously to see you sleep with that huge stuffed animal in your crib and your father tried to reassure her. Everything would be fine. But, his older brother never said anything to him. He owed his younger brother his position in the company and the fact that at the end of the day it was Aemond who handled most of the parental duties with you. He arranged that company party and hired that girl who he knew would drive Aegon crazy. He just needed a knockout. He smiled when he saw how his older brother took her to the bathroom, as later he had taken her up to one of the expensive rooms of that luxurious hotel. Aegon was arguing more with your mother now, but he hadn't stopped loving her. Aemond knew how his brother acted when he was stressed. And he had only given him a little push…

Your mother found out. Of course she did. Your father loved her too much to trick her into telling her that nothing had happened. Aemond held you in his arms speaking to you High Valiryan as he listened to your mother scream and cry and Aegon beg for her forgiveness. The Daynes were proud. She wasn't going to. And Aemond smiled as he continued with you sitting on his lap. "You are going to grow up one hundred percent like a dragon" he whispered to you cheerfully while you looked at him with those huge purple eyes. You were the blood of the dragon, and with the dragon you would remain. He heard them yell and argue again, and Aemond smiled… his family would keep your custody. He was sure of it. Money could buy everything. Your mother would see you every so often. He would succeed in removing all Dornish traits from you. You were a Targaryen... his plan was being carried out well, but he hadn't counted on Aegon's stupidity, who would drop his pants just to beg for a shred of forgiveness. Now he would only have summers to teach you... and besides, he had never counted on his blood being infected with the same putrid desire as Daemon's...

Aemond took another drag on his cigarette. Annoyed by noise and loud music. Sitting in one of the VIP sections of Joffrey Velaryon's new club, he did not lose track of what was happening in the rest of the club. Sitting on that red leather seat with a low table, a girl whose name he didn't know gave him a blowjob while he continued smoking annoyed. He was hidden enough for the rest of the club not to see him, but for him to be able to observe everything that was happening. This kind of room was on the second floor and Aemond knew that the youngest of the Velaryons only reserved it for themselves. For the three heads of the dragon. Daeron sat next to him grinning with his third gin tonic in hand and Aegon sat to his right getting ready to snort a line. Aemond smiled at the shrillness of the scene. If their mother saw them, she would surely die of embarrassment, but they were winners. True winners. The music continued, as did the girl, kneeling in front of him. The girl smiled mischievously as she ran her tongue over the entire length of Aemond's cock. She had to be about your age. He had told himself that if he fucked a girl like you, he would be calm again. But it was not being the case. He was getting lazy about that girl who was trying to impress a guy who was fed up with everything. The only thing he could turn him on was just what he couldn't have.

"Fuck, don't you want to snort a line?" Aegon asked, leaning back on the sofa just after he'd gotten a line. Aemond looked at him, taking another drag, full of contempt.

"I'm not in the mood" he said, blowing the smoke into the girl's face, who smiled charmingly at him "Besides, your daughter is down there... someone should be sober from the three of us in case something happens" He saw how Aegon's smile faded , as if he hated what he had just done, just remembering that you were there too. Without a doubt, his head seemed to disappear every time he went to a party. The girl made another obscene noise with her mouth, as if she wanted to get Aemond's attention, who only had his cock sticking out through the open zipper of his pants. He was starting to get bored of that girl. He took another drag. "Do you want it?" he asked the girl who was staring at him as she continued with his work. The girl smiled and dropped what she was doing. Surely, she was only there for that. She sat down next to Aegon. Aemond knew at that moment that it was your father who was going to fuck her. He found it fine. He didn't care. He just tucked his cock back into his pants and leaned against the railing of the Velaryon boy's club. The one that prevented them from falling from that high second floor. It was opening night, and Lya had brought you there just like she promised with her friends. He took another drag and tossed the still-lit cigarette into the crowd below him. He could do it. He didn't care. Good luck to whoever fell on him. Since the three of them had set foot in the club, everyone had revered them. No one had dared to say anything to them, not even Joffrey who had greeted them as if nothing was wrong between them.

His one eye searched the crowd for you. He didn't know why he had gone to that club that night. You had not spoken to each other since that bloody night in which you had refused to his control. He hadn't given in. You neither. But he…was still obsessed with you. He needed you, and when he had seen you ready to go out, with that red dress even shorter and tighter than the black one, he had not been able to control himself. He had looked up from his book, squinting at you from the living room with arrogance and stoicism, as you waited for Lya to come get you to go to this stupid opening you were at. You hadn't seen him when you left and your father had said goodbye to you at the door, telling you to be careful. Before long, Aemond had managed to convince his brothers to attend the opening as well. Everyone would be. They had to be seen. They owned King's Landing…and while he was at it, He'd take a look at you. It was not in his plans that no one touched you that night.

“He's with Lya. She's having a good time. You can relax ”Daeron told him slightly tipsy, with the glass in his hand and leaning on the glass railing, just like his middle brother. He grabbed his shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Just relax and enjoy. That's your real problem, which you never relax."

"Someone's going to have to watch out when you and Aegon are always so relaxed," he spat unkindly, looking at him for only a moment, then turning his one-eyed gaze back down at the party below him, where he didn´t find you. Finally he found you and smirked when he saw that you were surrounded by Lya's friends, chatting with them, sitting at the bar and having a drink. Good. You were having a good time without… including any male components. Maybe he could even relax. But he didn't know how wrong he was. Once you had seen him walk into the club with all that arrogance and cockiness, paying for all the drinks you were having and not even once looking at you, you had decided that Aemond was going to remember the whole night of that opening.

"So you have a boyfriend?" asked one of Lya's friends as she drank another shot that was on Aemond's account. You laughed when you saw her almost choking on it while she asked for another without finishing the one she was already drinking. "It's very strong" she said making a strange face and Lya laughed sitting between you. Both of her friends seemed almost crazy that night. But Lya would seem to remain unfazed, as if the fact that you were there cut her off from behaving like she normally did.

"No, I'm past those things," you said with a shrug, sucking on the straw of your glass. “But I'm talking to Cregan Stark right now,” you said like it wasn't a big deal, because really, he didn't make you felt butterflies either. He had invited you to lunch at the country club in a couple of days. He had been a true gentleman. You were going to show Aemond that you could be fine without him. You would get it.

"Oh my god, is my fucking cousin trying something on you?" Lya laughed and her two friends laughed with her. The truth is that at that moment they annoyed you. “He's your father's age, girl…” she commented, the one who was now your surrogate aunt, almost as if she were mocking. She annoyed you. The truth is that you were starting to get bored of her company.

“At least he has money. The little girl is looking for them with money”said one of her friends, laughing drunk. "She wants them to be able to keep up with the pace of life that her father and her uncle Aemond give her..." she said almost contemptuously and the other laughed. Lya froze almost, as if her friend had said too much, as if she was saying something that Lya herself had told her friends.

"Marys, are you an asshole or what's wrong?" Lya told her suppressing her friend, but the damage was already done. You were looking elsewhere. At that moment, you realized that Aemond was leaning against the balustrade, watching you. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you badly that night. You were going to rub it all in his face. He watched you, smoking, as if after everything that had happened between you, he still had the same idea, as if he wanted to continue controlling you. Dressed in black and in an elegant but casual way, his only eye gazed at you in silence while the other was well covered behind the eyepatch. You saw him smile when she saw you alone and cut off from the rest of the party with only Lya's friends. “Hey, (Y / N), I don't think you're a bitch or anything…” Lya said, giving herself away even more while her friends had suddenly turned serious. You knew the power you had over them, and you sneered much like Aemond might. You took another sip from your straw before speaking.

"Don't worry. I don't think my uncle Daeron was going to leave you for this. He won't let you. He doesn't care about me as much as the fact of fucking a pussy that could also be his daughter's... your pussy, like mine, is one of those who knows how to find it with money ”you said full of arrogance and Lya turned pale. At that time you had discovered that she was with your uncle for money.

“I'm sorry, I…” she started saying, but you just continued to smile arrogantly, as the great dragon had taught you.

"Don't worry. I don't think it says anything. I don't think so" you repeated again, smiling arrogant and powerful "I think I'm going to dance a little. We dragons don't like to be surrounded by snakes” you said getting up and moving away from them. You couldn't see it, but Aemond had been unnerved by the turn of events. Knowing nothing of what had happened. Lya and her friends continued at the bar. For them, you had ruined the whole party with your arrogant ways, but they were not going to stop drinking if Aemond was paying.

Finally, you spent the night as alone as any other. Surrounded by people. You danced with several guys, but you had decided to spend more time with a guy who had a pretty smile and blue eyes. He didn't even tell you his name. You didn't ask either. He treated you to several drinks that you drank under his watchful eye and a charming smile. He whispered to you that you were beautiful, and he danced quite close against you. You could feel the bulge of his pants sticking to your behind as you kept rubbing your back against his chest to the beat of the music. You weren't dancing for him. You didn't care in the slightest about that boy. You looked at that VIP place, from where you saw how Aemond did not lose sight of you. Your eyes met his, while you smiled and laughed at the things that that unknown boy whispered in your ear. "How about we go to the bathroom?" he whispered to you and you laughed beautiful, but empty. You didn't even answer him. You just held his hand while you looked at him and directed him to the bathroom. That shag wouldn't help you feel less lonely, but it would show your favorite uncle what he was missing. You walked into the bathroom and that guy just kissed you, pressing you against the wall of the guys' bathroom, like he was going to fuck the daughter of the dragon right in front of the whole club. You didn't care. You only laughed at his audacity. You just wanted to make Aemond jealous.

Aemond saw how you left with that boy. He wasn't going to let you go. You had no right, nor his permission. Crazy he was preparing to go down the stairs of the second floor in the direction of the dance floor. He wasn't going to let that asshole who had rubbed with you all night take away something that was his. He wasn't going to let him fuck you. He saw Aegon fucking, behind him, the girl who had taken him to that section. He fucked her on all fours on the red leather chair. He was high; trying to reason with him at that moment would have been bullshit. Lya then appeared, running up the stairs. Daeron ran to meet them, and Aemond ignored them. He just had to avoid what was about to happen in the bathroom.

"I didn't mean those things, Dae" he heard Lya sob drunkenly as her little brother hugged her tightly. She had to be high too. Aemond would never put up with Lya.

You kept hearing the music muffled by the poor soundproofing of the bathroom. While, that boy kept kissing you. You smiled at him between kisses, and he just told you how much he liked you. You closed your eyes and you imagined that it was Aemond who was giving you so much attention, that you were in his bed, that he was about to fuck you... that boy brought you back to reality, telling you that he didn't have condoms. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, as if you didn't already know that excuse. You told him that you had in your bag, that was lying next to you on the already dirty floor of the club after the whole night. He seemed to almost shut down at your revelation, as if he had expected another answer. You kept kissing while he anxiously unbuckled his belt... now you would take the condom... there you were going to do it just to try to mitigate the loneliness... just to imagine that it was Aemond... but, at that moment, a figure much taller than you and that boy separated him in anger from you. You froze when you saw Aemond hit that boy who was now on the ground. He kicked him multiple times in the stomach, face, and even ribs. He had a terrible jealousy attack caused by you, and you never imagined that he could get to that extreme. Your uncle picked up that boy again, who now had a split lip and several bruises on his ribs. He crushed the boy again against the bathroom wall, grabbing him by his shirt, lifting him almost off the floor, pushing him against the cold tiles. Aemond spoke with a threatening voice: "Don't even think about touching what belongs to me," he said as he pushed that young boy back against the bathroom wall, without saying anything. "Have you understood me?" he hissed under his breath, sparking more of a threat into his words. The boy just nodded nervously and ran out of the bathroom, leaving you two alone. Aemond did not look at you. He didn't dare. He only saw the knuckles of him. He was breathing hard, while you remained frozen against the wall. The dress up to the hips and your panties lost anywhere in the bathroom.

Aemond turned slowly to look at you, until then you had fallen into the blind spot caused by the lack of his eye. His gaze became even more angry when he saw you like this and you blushed at the scene. He came predatory towards you, and you weren't able to move. He just grabbed you by the hips without saying a single word. At that moment, when he was looking at you breathing hard and upset, his lips found yours anxiously, for the first time. You closed your eyes, letting yourself be carried away by the moment. Your legs wrapped around his hips, searching for an anchor point. His lips continued to kiss you as one of his hands moved up the fabric of your dress. He angrily grabbed one of your breasts while his other hand remained on your hips… he pinched one of your erect nipples. He had been dying ever since he'd seen them the other night. You moaned into his mouth at that simple contact and he smirked to himself. All your skin was electrified, a pleasant chill ran through it, finally. That was all your head could think of. At last. Your lips followed the rhythm of his. Hungry and desperate, they seemed to be fighting to see who was the winner in a war in which there were only losers.

You had driven him crazy, and he didn't feel like there was going back. There wasn't. He was a dragon. He took what he wanted, and you were what he wanted, what he coveted…he was going to have you as his personal whore, as his lover. He was going to get it. You weren't going to run away from him. You had no other choice, why was he denying himself something that you two wanted so badly from each other? He lead you back against the sink. He was going to take you like the bitch you were. You had been driving him mad up to this point. He unbuttoned his pants and gave his cocka couple of quick pumps with his own hand, while you invited him in by spreading your legs even wider, leaning against the sink. By the gods, you needed him to…you were dripping just with the anticipation of imagining him inside you…you were finally going to be the way you were meant to be…

However, at that moment, Aemond snapped back to reality. He saw himself in the bathroom mirror. He was a fucking monster. You had turned it into that. He caught himself breathing hard, right behind you, as you smiled daringly and victoriously at him in your reflection. Aemond kept looking at himself. In a split second, he felt like fucking Daemon. The same thing had happened to him that had happened to his uncle with Rhaenyra, with his older sister. Aemond closed his eyes and breathed hard, as if for a moment he was torn between what he wanted to do and what he should do. You felt how he grabbed your hips with force. But, the moment you thought he was finally going to penetrate you. He only separated from you, with contempt, hating himself. He wasn't his uncle. He was better. You saw how he put his cock back in his pants and nervously ran his hand through his hair. You looked at him devastated, what was happening to him? At last you were going to be as you should be...

"Aemond" you whispered, trying to calm him down, as if you had that power over him. You approached him, returning to seek his embrace.

“Fix your dress. We're leaving” he told you in a bad way, not daring to look at you. He hated himself. He wanted you so much, but he just couldn't, Damn it. You obeyed him, almost afraid of him for the first time in your life.

"Aemond, I love you..." you confessed on the verge of tears, feeling a pang of pain in the pit of your stomach as you recognized that confession that you had been saving all year. You wanted him to lean you against the wall again, to do what I wanted with you, to fuck you against the sink. You didn't care. He didn't even look at you. He just took another deep breath, glancing up at the ceiling.

"Fuck!" was all he yelled just at the moment he crashed his fist against the glass of the sink, breaking it into a thousand pieces. All the stoicism and seriousness in him were gone. He was a fucking monster. He was like the fucking Daemon... he hated himself, damn... he hated himself... and on top of that he couldn't even have you... he was better than what he felt, he was better... he was better... he needed you, damn, why did you make it so difficult for him? He had offered you a solution without going to that extreme... his fist was bleeding against the broken glass. Thank the gods, at that moment; Daeron entered the bathroom, looking for both of you. Aemond didn't speak, he just left there, while your younger uncle looked at you as if he didn't understand what was going on between you.

Aegon woke up. He didn't know where he was. He turned and checked with narrowed eyes that he had made it to his house. The touch of those sheets so soft and that smelled so good. He snuggled into the mattress. How well life behaved with him! He didn't remember anything that had happened the night before, but he had had a good time. That was the only thing he remembered. He went to look at the time. He glanced at his on the phone, but then the time seemed to fade into the background. He had ten missed calls from your mother. His ex-wife never called him. Never. All communication was done by text, even sometimes your mother only called Alicent or Helaena. Others, when they were more serious things, were told directly by the Daynes' lawyer to Daeron. He scratched his eyes. What the hell was it that had happened? It had been at least ten years since he had heard her voice. Your mother had made it very clear to her when you turned eight and he had forgotten your birthday that she didn't want him to call her again. Aegon had remembered two days later and drunkenly called her asking for another chance. Your mother's screams on the phone had been heard as far as Sunspear, and you two lived in Starfall. However… the phone rang again. Incoming call from Stargirl. He realized that he hadn't changed her name from his contacts in 17 years…he sat on the bed as he stared at the phone, debating for a moment…but finally, he picked the call.

"Yeah?" he asked fearfully. He wanted to talk to her. He hadn't heard her voice for so long. He missed her, he needs her, or at least he needed his idea of her. But, he knew that if she called him, it couldn't be for anything good...

"Where the hell were you, Aegon?" She roared at him on the other end of the line. Well, the Dornish character was still there. Aegon swallowed, not knowing what to say. “I have called you at least ten times. If I call you, it's for something” she said terribly angry, as if she was going to eat Aegon himself. He swallowed again. He had a dry throat...

"Has something happened?" he asked, trying to remember something of what It had gone through the night before... he didn't remember anything... maybe... it hadn't been as good a night as he remembered...

“(Y / N) he called me crying, at dawn. She is your responsability there. So You tell me, or do I have to call your asshole brother to find out?" she asked angrily, really angry, that she named Aemond was proof of that. She never talked about him. she never mentioned him… yes, she had to be angry. But what worried him the most was that you had called her crying. What had happened? Damn, if you were having a good time… that was the last thing he remembered…

“I…” he started saying, but his ex-wife cut him off quickly.

"What about you? Don't you remember anything? Like the excuse you always make?" she snapped at him, referring to the same thing he had said when he got into bed with that girl 17 years ago. The night he had broken his marriage with the woman he had liked the most, with the only one he had fallen…in love with. “(Y/N) told me the things Daeron's asshole girlfriend and her friends told her. Did you have an idea of any of that?” she asked him again.

"What?" he asked puzzled, but, if Lya was a good girl… What the hell had happened the night before for you to call your mother crying bitterly. "I'll fix it, I…"

“She told me that she wants to go home. I'm fine with her coming back. For her to be there alone all the time while her father is partying and the rest of the family ignores her, I'd rather she go back…” she snapped. What had happened the night before? What the hell had happened? Aegon was just worry and he was starting to realize what a serious problem he was in.

“No…she's not alone. He spends a lot of time with Aemond,” he said, as if it was something that saved him from any responsibility in the matter. "A-and she spends a lot of time with my mother." Aegon was starting to feel awful. What was he doing with you? What kind of fucking father was he?

"Yes, of course. Your mother's old witch is excellent company, buying her clothes so she can look like a Targaryen” your mother spoke again, but on that occasion he could tell the contempt she felt for Alicent. “And don't even talk to me about Aemond. Did you know that this bloody birthday of hers he didn't even wish her happy bithday? She spent the whole fucking day looking at the messages. Your daughter waited all day for him," she replied, and on that occasion, Aegon did hear the hatred your mother felt for Aemond. They had never gotten along.

“I'm going to work things out. I promise you" he told her in a plaintive tone, very similar to the one he used the same day that he confessed to her that he had been unfaithful. He remembered saying those very words. Your mother just sighed and then continued talking. He endured all the anger that she threw at him and he endured it because at least that's how he was listening to her voice. He had to work things out with you. He was going to get it. He was going to get it. That was all that was repeated in his head.

Aemond had not come home. You didn't know where he would be, but he hadn't come back. Your grandmother had called him several times. Unsuccessfully. It had been your aunt Helaena who had brought you home, who had woken up in the middle of the night to fetch you from the club after Aemond disappeared, Daeron went after Lya who was a sea of mindless tears, and neither did your father made an appearance. Your aunt had been trying to say that she didn't mind, but you knew she had. You were a nuisance to everyone there, now even to Aemond. But, still, you needed to see him. It was a reality. You needed to talk to him before going back to Starfall, you had already decided. You had cried all night. You had called your mother with a terrible tantrum produced by Aemond that you had hidden behind the stupid words of Lya and her friends. You just needed her to comfort you like there always was.

You would inform your father of your decision to change your last name that same afternoon, and with that, you would take your suitcase and return home. That was the end. That's how it should be. But, first you had to talk to Aemond. It was the only thing you thought you had to do. You were still in your pajamas, tossing and turning in your bed when you felt your bedroom door open. "Aemond?" you asked hopefully, raising your head from between the pillows, but that silhouette was not Aemond.

“No, I'm…dad. I am Aegon” he said entering your room and closing the door behind him. You knew why he had finally told you that he was Aegon; he didn't feel like your father. He had never practiced it. He came up to the bed and he sat next to you while you hugged your knees, sitting still with your eyes heavy from crying. He looked at you with concern so that you just looked away and hid between your knees again. He sighed heavily before speaking. “Aemond has finally picked up one call from Grandma. He was at the house of… well, a friend's” he replied with a sad smile, as if that could alleviate you. But, you only got even angrier with your uncle. You knew which friend she was. You hated her. She could have it the way you wanted it. Aegon saw that you didn't say anything and he kept talking. He had never felt comfortable in silence. "I don't know what happened last night, but if you need to talk about it…"

"No. I have talked to mom already” you answered, sitting next to him. Ready to tell him that you were going to change your last name, that there was no turning back, that you were going back to Starfall, that... you never wanted to see Aemond again in your life... "Dad, I..."

“Don't go back to Starfall. Do not do it. Look. I promise you things will change. I swear” he said it without looking at you. He didn't dare, and you... you only believed it, because you wanted to believe it, because you needed to believe it. After all, Aegon was your father. He held you tight, closing his eyes and squeezing you in his arms. "I swear" he kissed your hair, rocked you, and you cried. You cried bitterly, but not because of what had happened with Lya and her friends, or because of the contempt you felt in that house. You only cried for Aemond.

Aegon, while he hugged you in silence, told himself that he had the solution for you and Aemond to recover the relationship you had before. He told himself that if that was what made you happy, he would get it for you. He was naive. He didn't know that with the decision he had made, he alone was pushing you further into the dragon's mouth.

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The last thing Leo Valdez expected was to see Y/n L/n in bunker nine.

Crouched beside a large metal frame, her oil stained hands made rapid movements as the machine shuddered and emitted a grey fog across the bunker. Although Leo guessed the contraption was about to combust, he couldn’t help but fix his gaze on the girl in front of him.

it had been almost a year since he had seen her last, her previously long, dyed hair was now tied back out of her face, the dye settled at the ends of her hair like dripping paint. Her natural black hair created the perfect silhouette for her face, emphasising her sea-green eyes and her ethereal seeming features. She seemed tired, but happier, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“Y/n?” Leo stammered. “When did you get here?”

The girl looked up and smiled a cheeky grin back in response, before giving the machine one final thump with a mallet before it spurred to life, clanking and clunking, gradually clearing the grey smog from the room.

She stood up, wiping her slender hands on what appeared to be a pair of school trousers. It seemed as if she had just left school, which was impossible. Her school was miles and miles away, surely she wouldve had time to change. Besides, School finished up almost a month ago in America.

Before Leo could decide whether an “I missed you so so much ” or a “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back early??” was a better thing to say, he was engulfed in her arms, her familiar ocean and oil smell frying his brain for a split second.

“Man, I’ve missed you, Leo. Sorry for rooting around in your bunker without asking you, I thought you’d already be in here and then I got a bit distracted I guess”

She explained how she arrived early after some empousai attacked her boarding school in Birmingham, causing the year to finish early. As for why she was in her uniform still, Apollo still owed her a favour from when he was turned mortal, so she asked him to bring her to camp half blood.

As they left bunker nine and headed to dinner hand in hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick square wrapped gift.

“didnt think I forgot your birthday, did you?” As she handed him the present he looked at her sceptically. “Did you for real get me a book for my birthday? I mean damn, I love you and all, but a book? seriously?”

Regardless, he carefully unwrapped the vibrant paper around the gift, revealing a red leather book with the title bearing “Esperanza Valdez”. Speechless, Leo shot you a careful glance before opening the book. Inside was a handwritten note.

“Cariño, you told me once that you would do anything to have a picture of your mother, beside the newspaper clippings from that night. You told me it was pointless though, because it was impossible. That your family would never even talk to you again, let alone give you anything of your mother. You have given me what I thought was impossible. Love, acceptance. A place to go. I think it’s time for me to return the favour. Mi vida, mi alma, mi sol. Te amare por siempre. Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” ^

Leo flicked through the pages in disbelief. The inside of the book was filled with scrapbooked pictures of his mother in her youth, all the way to pictures of her mother holding him with his grandparents, his mother playing legos with him, his mother and him going about their life, content. Before the accident. When he got to the last page he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He collapsed into her arms, sobbing a mixture of grief and gratitude, all while she stroked his hair and waited for him to calm down.

When he had done so, she asked if he wanted her to read him the final page, a crinkled handwritten note carefully glued into the final page

“Necesito ir a comprar algunas cosas a las tiendas, hijo. Si te despiertas antes de que regrese, no tengas miedo. Volveré tan pronto como pueda. llamar a nuestro vecino si algo sucede. ¡Te amo! -Mami”. ^^

It was heartbreaking how something so mundane can cause such Greif - A note from Leo’s mom for his child self not to worry as she went shopping in the early morning. Leo had never had anything like it, a note written by his mother, her *handwriting*, it felt so surreal. He remembered reading the note as a child, waiting patiently by the door for his mothers return. But now there was no door to wait by, no mother to walk through it. He looked up at y/n with tear filled eyes.

“How did you even get these? I know Aunt Rosa didn’t give them to you, no way.”

And so she explained how she sought out Clios, the Greek patron of history, and did many complicated and time consuming, and some straight up ridiculous quests in exchange for old photos of his mother. The handwritten note had been a “tip” for doing such a good job on the quests.

Leo was completely shocked. How - *why* would someone do all this for *him*? He thought to himself how he didn’t deserve such a wonderful partner such as y/n, such a kind and thoughtful human was surely wasting their time being with *him*.

Despite his thoughts & tears, the two of them made it to dinner, where Leo showed piper and Jason the pictures of his mom and him. It was too personal, too raw to share with anyone else yet. And after Leo’s 20th “thank you so so much I love you the most anyone has ever loved ever” they finally blew out the candles on the cake, and when anybody asked, Leo was sure to tell them that it was the best birthday he ever had.

a/n : I can never nicely finish up a one shot can I. Reader is implied daughter of Poseidon. Anyways, translation for the Spanish :

^ “my life, my soul, my sun. I love you forever. Happy birthday my love”

^^ “I need to go buy some things at the shops, son. If you wake up before I come back, don't be afraid. I'll be back as soon as I can. call our neighbor if something happens. I love you! - Mami”

Sorry if my Spanish is bad bro I suck at sm and won’t lie I used a lot of google translate for the second piece. Okay hope you enjoyed 🫶 happy birthday Leo

#Leo Valdez x reader #Leo pjo x reader #Leo Valdez #Leo heroes of Olympus #Leo hoO #Leo Valdez x y/n #Leo Valdez x you #Percy Jackson x reader

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you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) Part 4

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

PART 4.

When the night of your art show comes, you do not expect to see John Wick in the crowd. You had not heard from him since that night when he gave you the orgasm of your life, then disappeared from your apartment like he’d only ever been a dark dream.

Though your panties had disappeared too, and you strongly suspect he’d taken them with him.

The gallery is packed this night. It’s a group show, and you’re hardly the main act, but it’s a huge stepping stone for you as an artist. Gallery X is nothing to turn one’s nose up at, and you dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, things might get going from here. The art world is just as much politics as it is producing work, and you were never good at that part of it all.

Helen was, bless. She presented strong work, but she also knew how to read a room, and whose hand to shake, and how to tell someone to go to Hell with a polite smile. You know that her final gift to you was the cachet of her name in a collaboration, and maybe, just maybe, if you play your cards just fucking right, this could be your break.

You recognize the faces of people with big names in the art world here tonight. Critics, museum curators, journalists, and collectors. They’ve all come out to play, and your heart has not slowed its frantic pace in your chest for the past hour since opening.

You snag a glass of champagne from a passing tray, even though you hate the stuff, and that is when you see him through the crowd. He’s across the room, tall and forbidding in a dark suit, his long hair framing his angular face. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze upon you, through the crush of all these people. For a moment, time stands still, as your eyes meet his.

You have thought of him a thousand times since the night he left you sated yet ravenous in your bed. A hot flush blooms across your skin, a spear of desire shooting straight to your loins as you remember what he did to you with that perfect mouth, and those big hands, and those soulful eyes. God, but you would have given him anything, after one look from those yearning dark eyes.

He is dressed well, but he doesn’t exactly look well. There is an edge to his stare; an intensity.

A hunger.

An agonizing thrill runs down your spine; for a moment you have to look away. It’s just too much.

By the time you turn back, he is gone.

You continue to mingle, chatting with your friends and acquaintances, sipping some of the bubbly to try to calm your nerves. It doesn’t work; you feel as though you have a live wire under your skin, a thousand volts of raw emotion running rampant through your veins.

It would have been easier, had it only been lust, or even just pity. But there was something more to it, something substantial and heady and warm, and that made it a much harder beast to slay.

You slowly make your way around to look at the other pieces. It’s the polite thing to do, and interesting too. The theme of the show is Loss. Perfectly broad, and the subjects of the works vary wildly.

In front of a massive encaustic abstract a low voice in your ear stops you in your tracks. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”

You turn your head slightly to find John standing ever so near, so close you can feel the warmth of the solid line of his body behind you. The room is packed and it’s almost necessary to stand this close just to be heard, but still, you get a dark thrill out of it.

“Oh?”

“I feel like I took advantage of you, last we met. I am sorry.”

You turn to face him, standing close enough to kiss. Thanks to the heels you’re wearing, you don’t have to crane your neck too far to look him in the eye.

“Actually, I was kind of thinking I took advantage of you.”

This clearly surprises him, his eyebrows rising. Ah, this dear, sweet, man. You didn’t take him for being naïve, but he is a little older, and the claws of traditional gender roles cling hard and deep.

“Helen wanted me to look after you, and I—”

“Gave me the most incredible pleasure of my life? Yeah, it was pretty terrible. You’re a selfish beast.”

He blinks at you, clearly stunned. Then his eyes narrow, the hunger from before sharpening to a cutting edge, and a scintillating thrill runs down your spine. You cannot shake the feeling that you’ve just pulled the tail of a tiger; a predator both magnificent and deadly. Mostly it’s excitement; but just the slightest hint might be fear. There is something brimming below the surface of this man that you know you don’t entirely understand. You aren’t sure yet if it is passion, or violence—or maybe a combination of the two. You wonder if Helen ever got to see behind the mask.

Somehow, you are certain she did, and she had not run from him. Perhaps that is what makes you brave tonight.

“You don’t mince words, do you?”

“Helen was the tactful one.”

“I actually found her refreshingly direct.”

“But I'm just abrasive. I've been told, believe me. It's because I don't apologize before I tell men what I really think.”

“I don't want your apologies.”

“Either way... I'm a big girl, John. You don't have to be the responsible adult between us.”

The corner of his mouth ticks at that.

“I feel like I should at least try.”

You shrug, unable to stop yourself from fingering his tie, fighting the urge to wrap your fist in it and pull him to you again. You’ve missed him, and standing this close, what you really want to do is climb him like a tree, and the crowd be damned. “Suit yourself.” You force yourself to stop touching him, although he didn’t seem to mind, or intend to stop you. You sigh deeply, warring with yourself as ever.

This is all so very fucked.

Maybe the truth is the best way to go.

“I like you, John. Maybe I’m just lying to myself, thinking Helen wouldn’t be pissed, but…maybe she’d be happy we’ve found each other.”

You dare to look him in the eyes, and once again, he looks as though he is drowning.

Fuck. You have to go.

You force yourself to step away from him, because your skin feels like its on fire. “We’re all going to Bar Rosé later to celebrate. You’re welcome to come, if you want.”

You retreat to greet a friend who’d come all the way to Manhattan from upstate to support you, and you can feel John’s eyes boring into you as you walk away.

For the rest of the opening you follow him out the corner of your eye. As though he's a magnet, you simply cannot help it. You are achingly aware of his presence, even if it's from across the room.

He pauses before your piece of Helen for a very long time, letting the crowd mill around him like a rock in a stream. It’s heartbreaking, really, the way he stands there before her, transfixed. A part of you wants to go take his hand, support him in what you know is yet another painful moment for him. But in the end, you decide to let him process it alone. A little later, you notice him talking to the gallery owner. Chummily, almost like they know each other. Of course, Carol Banning had known Helen, so perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised.

When the evening is winding down John Wick is nowhere to be found. You're a little disappointed, and a little bit relieved. You're not sure what you think you're playing at, but deep down, you know it's so fucking twisted.

You meet with your comrades from the show, some artists you knew before, and some new acquaintances too. You hail a van cab to go a few blocks to Rosé. Tonight was a success. Someone bought your painting for a massive amount of money. More than you’d ever dreamed you could charge for a piece of your soul put down on canvas with paint. Carol had assured you it was appropriate, and you guessed she knew her clientele. A part of you was distressed to part with the piece you’d created with blood and tears and Helen’s art, and a part of you was relieved to let it go. You completed the cycle. You were sending Helen out into the world, where she would be remembered, and celebrated, for the remarkable woman she was.

It should have felt like victory, but in truth it was bittersweet.

You are 98 percent sure you don't let it show. Your friends are giddy with the success of the exhibition, and the last thing you want is to bring them down. You are too, truth be told. You were interviewed by not one, but two journalists this evening. One who even worked for the Times. Maybe it’s just curiosity about Helen Morgan-Wick’s baby sister, but…Helen would have told you to stop overthinking and enjoy it.

So perhaps, you will.

True to its name, the neon lights that accent the room at Rosé are pink. The glassware is too. You’re sure it’s a play on seeing the world through rose tinted glasses…but the drinks are strong, and the ambiance is fun. After a round your friends want to dance. You agree, and the four of you have a great time until you pick up a bogey. A man keeps trying to dance up on you, not getting the hint when you sidle away, not engaging with him whatsoever. Finally, you get tired of dodging him, and decide to get another drink. He follows you, leaning on the bar while you wait for the bartender’s attention. “I'm Sasha,” he says in thickly accented English, looking you up and down. He’s not bad looking at all, but there is something in the way he looks at you that makes you uneasy.

“Hi,” you answer, not keen to give him your name.

“You come here often?”

“Not really.”

“What are you celebrating tonight?”

“Who said we're celebrating?”

Had this pushy creep overheard you? Had he followed you from the gallery?

Another voice cuts in from behind you, a string of Russian that almost sounds like a command.

Your unwelcome suitor frowns, answering in the same language.

You turn your head to find John standing close behind you. You hadn’t noticed him come in; it’s as though he materialized from the shadows. When he puts a hand on your waist you do not flinch, hoping the other guy will get the picture. He frowns, looking between you. He says something quick over your head, and the only word you catch is blyad.

You’re pretty sure it means fuck.

There is a heavy moment rife with tension between the two men with you stuck in the middle, before the Russian makes a hissing sound between his teeth and goes. He doesn’t just go to the other side of the bar, however. He leaves the premises, slinking out the door, and you turn to look at your savior.

“Wow. What did you say to him?”

He shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Did you know him?”

“Hmm. Sort of. From work.”

You tilt your head, staring up at him. He hasn’t removed his large hand from your hip, and even though its possessive and maybe it should bother you, you revel in his touch. You’re not usually one to get off on men fighting over you, but it’s hard not to feel a little glow of primal satisfaction at the exchange. It makes you feel bold, and maybe you run your mouth a little. “Yeah? So did Helen know?”

“Know what?”

“That you’re an ex mafioso?”

You’re 99 percent sure you’re making a joke, but from the sharp way he looks at you, a trill of warning rolls down your spine. He leans down to speak in your ear, “You have quite the imagination, young lady.”

That warmth in your chest descends to pool between your thighs.

The bartender saves you from digging this hole even deeper.

“What can I get you, Mr. Wick?”

“Blanton’s on the rocks,” John answers, then looks to you.

“Vodka martini, please,” you answer.

“We have Smirnoff, Absolut, Grey Goose, Stoli…”

Before you can answer that Smirnoff is fine John answers, “Stoli.”

You raise an eyebrow at him as the bartender goes to pour your drinks. “Thanks.”

“Life is too short to drink bad vodka.”

You huff a laugh at that. “So, do you know every bartender in New York, or…”

“Probably just in Manhattan,” he jokes with a ghost of a smile.

You turn so that you are facing him completely. You have to stand close to hear each other, you reason. It has nothing to do with the fact that this man draws you like you are an asteroid caught in his gravity. If you collide…you have no doubt you’ll burn to pieces.

“Congratulations, on tonight,” he says, and you believe he means it. “Helen would be proud.”

“Thanks. Feels surreal, to be honest.”

“That’s fair.”

You find yourself looking at his tie again, fighting the urge to use it to tug him closer. My, but you are becoming a needy creature in this man’s presence. You have to remind yourself that you do not, in fact, know him that well. Even if it feels like…he could have always been yours. “It’s nice to see you again,” you dare venture, looking up from beneath your lashes.

“Likewise.” He touches you lightly, just below your chin. Your eyes meet, and you feel pinned by those dark orbs, somehow certain he can see right through you,

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…are you okay?” Like on Helen’s birthday, you imagine tonight must have dredged up plenty of emotions that just maybe this poor man would like to bury once and for all.

“I guess I deserve that, after how I behaved.” He is, undoubtedly, referring to the way he fled your apartment a month ago.

“I’m not mad, I just…genuinely want to know.”

He bites his lip as he’s thinking, and its all you can do just to watch him, wishing it was you with his lip between your teeth instead. Finally he answers, “I am as okay as it is possible for me to be.”

It is the most non-answer you’ve ever heard.

Sensing your dissatisfaction with this pointed evasion, he digs a little deeper, leaning in so that his words are only for you. “I didn’t exactly lead a happy life, before Helen. After she passed…I was certain I would never want anyone ever again. You kind of threw a wrench into that.”

“Sorry.”

He gives a little huff of self-deprecating laughter. “Don’t be. I…I like you, y/n. Please, forgive me, for…everything.”

You don’t believe he’s telling you all this to win sympathy, or using it as a line, like so many men would. It’s just facts, and you are moved to the bottom of your soul. Somehow you know that this is not something this man would casually admit to just anyone. “John…” With your heart in your throat you find yourself reaching for him, touching his fingertips with yours on the bar. “It’s ok. You don’t owe me an apology. You don’t owe me anything.”

He tilts his head to look at you, his dark hair swinging into his face. You feel bold enough to reach out, brushing it behind his ear. His eyes close at your touch for the barest moment. It’s so easy to forget that you are in a crowded public venue, with him near. “I owe you my gratitude, at the very least.”

You shake your head, prepared to deny it, but then your drinks arrive, and the moment is somewhat shattered. “Want to sit with us?” you ask, indicating your merry band of artist misfits with your chin. He nods, following you, though his hand has found that place at the small of your back again that warms your blood to an agonizingly slow simmer. Carol has joined you, and you wonder if John will feel awkward, fraternizing here in unspecific but obviously friendly capacity with his sister in law.

Yikes. You do not like it, when you think of it that way.

However, Carol Banning is a veteran of the New York art scene, and she has seen much worse scandals than this. She doesn’t even bat an eyelash, greeting him warmly from behind her large black-rimmed glasses. They chat more about the show, and the state of the art world. Carol mourns that no photographers currently working quite have an eye like Helen did. Then she points a crimson painted claw your way, surprising you. “But this young lady. She’s going to do some interesting things, I have a feeling.”

John salutes you with his dwindling glass of amber liquid, a smirk on his lips you don’t entirely know how to read. “I have no doubts.”

After you finish your drink you find you are ready to go. It’s been a long day, and a big night. Tonight, you fulfilled Helen’s dying wish for you, and somehow you feel simultaneously accomplished and sore to the bone.

“Can I drive you home?” asks John quietly in your ear. It sends a bolt of heat straight to your center, warmth pooling in your loins as you remember what happened last time he made such an offer. You look at him, wondering if he wants an encore, or if he just wants to see you home safe. His face in that moment is so handsome it hurts, but utterly unreadable to you.

“Sure,” you answer, sensing that somehow you’ve just signed your fate over to him with your name on the dotted line.

You hit the street, the cool night air a relief after the close press of the bar. John offers you his left arm, and you take it gladly, leaning on his shoulder a little more than you really need to. Part of it is that last martini with what had been truly excellent vodka—and part of it was just a need to be close to him. A part of you thought you’d never see him again. The fact that he is here, solid in the flesh and you can touch him, kind of blows your mind.

“I’m not parked far,” he assures you, and you nod with a sleepy smile. At the end of the block you see his car parked on the street. It’s a little menacing, you think to yourself, looking at the dark paintjob and the sleek lines. Definitely a car designed to be a predator of the road; something that will run you down and eat you, no matter how fast you try to run.

As you near the vehicle three shadows separate themselves from an alley. John freezes in his tracks, pushing you behind him. You recognize the guy from earlier, Sasha, who is flanked by two intimidating henchmen. He speaks to John again in Russian, and John replies in kind. It pisses you off that you don’t know what’s being said.

“Speak English,” you demand, half-stepping out from behind John.

A low chuckle runs through the men before you that makes your blood run cold. “I said,” enunciates Sasha slowly, “That if he hands you over now I’ll let you both live. He’ll just have to watch as I fuck you like the whore you are.”

“Nice. Very original, fuck head.”

His self-satisfaction morphs to anger. You are scared, but you’re not showing it like you should, and it’s ruining his fun. You use John’s body to shield the fact that you are dipping into your purse for your pepper spray. Why the fuck can’t you ever find anything in your purse when you need it?

What comes next happens so fast you almost can’t register it. One of the toughs made the first move forward, but John is like a hurricane upon them, deflecting strikes and breaking arms, punching one guy in the throat and kicking another in the gut. He throws one with some kind of complicated grapple and flip ninja shit before hitting the other again in the knees. In the blink of an eye two of them are down on the ground, leaving John to take on Sasha, who has drawn a knife. You see that one of the grounded henchmen is fishing behind his back for something. Without thinking you surge forward, knowing it’s a matter of life and death. As his hand raises with the gun you goalie-kick it from his hand, dousing his face with mace.

“Motherfucker!”

The gun goes off before it skitters across the street and under a parked car. He howls with agony, clutching his face, trying to wipe the concentrated capsaicin out of his eyes. In the next moment there is an arm around your waist, pulling you towards the parked cars. You are so caught up in the adrenaline rush that you react without looking, but John catches your hand with the mace, keeping it pointed away from the both of you. “It’s me,” he says, taking the tube and slipping it into his pocket like he doesn’t trust you not to let loose again. “You did good, honey. Come on.”

As he is bundling you into the passenger seat of his car you look back to see Sasha is writhing on the sidewalk with his knife in his leg, shouting what undoubtedly are expletives in Russian. You vaguely wonder if he might bleed to death as the Mustang rumbles to life and you roar away.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim, trembling with adrenaline and you guess, a bit of shock. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Are you hurt?” he asks, deeming it the more pertinent question.

“No. I’m…fine,” you say, looking down at yourself. “Jesus, are you hurt?” You look over at him to see that he is bleeding from a cut on his brow. “Oh my god, let me see.” You reach for him but he holds up a hand. “I’m fine, believe me.”

You catch one more glimpse of the wreckage behind you as he makes a right turn, downshifting. The car surges forward, pressing you back into the seat.

“You totally laid those guys out!”

“Yeah.” You study him from the passenger’s seat, his hard expression highlighted by the passing headlights. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might crack his teeth. “I'm sorry you had to see that.”

You think about the three guys he leveled out like a human tornado.

“You've got some moves, Mr. Wick.”

He just sighs, sounding so very tired.

“Yeah.”

“Should we…call the cops?”

He looks over at you like you should know the answer to that question, but shit, this is the most violence you’ve seen up close in your entire life. Finally, he just shakes his head, seeming a decade older in that moment. “It wouldn’t do any good,” he assures you.

Except, maybe get him arrested, you reason. Because even though it had been self-defense…the carnage he’d left behind was unreal.

“Helen said you used to work in security?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus Christ.”

He huffs a laugh at that. “Hardly.”

“I still don’t fucking get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why…this even happened? Men don’t exactly brawl on the street over me.” For Helen? Maybe, more likely, but not you, the boho weirdo who is lucky enough to kind of resemble your model-beautiful older sister, but will never be half as lovely or charming. You suspect there is some other reason this went sideways, that has more to do with John’s professional life before he retired from security.

That job description is holding less and less water the more you think on it. Helen was always super cagey in talking about what John Wick did for a living. You’re starting to get a better idea as to why that might have been.

John surprises you when he holds out his hand to you across the center console. “I would fight an army for you,” he tells you softly, and goddamn if you don’t believe him. You take his hand, comforted by the strength in the long fingers wrapped around yours. You only let go in between him shifting gears, and you don’t really say anything else until you pull up in front of your building.

“Come on,” you say, swinging open the heavy door of the sportscar. “I’ll take care of you.” The look he pays you is somehow both raw and predatory. A thrill of anticipation runs down your spine, because at this point you’ve lost your mind, and you don’t have the sense to be afraid.

<<PART 3 PART 5>>

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autisticbokutoenthusiast · 7 months

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incoming sandray fight analysis 3 days late, but ray and his attachment issues will never leave my mind

i think i missed a big part of the subtext of this scene initially that seeing some other meta analysis helped me see. ray and sand supposedly don’t speak after sands birthday (it seems like ray tried multiple times to reach out but was ignored), and when sand finally does ask to talk to him again it’s not what ray thinks. ray thought they would talk about eachother, who they are to eachother, what they want, etc. or at the very least go back to their old friendly ways, but instead sand is bringing up mew, bringing up ray being in love with mew, how close ray and mew are, and the duty ray has to mew as his friend (this is already a loaded concept for ray seeing as he finds the need to pay mew back for saving him, and i don’t think that will ever go away even with time).

after receiving the thatcar.mp3 file ray confronts boston, because boston can be cruel to ray to his face all he wants but he won't let boston be a bad friend to mew, except boston says ray would be just as bad as him if he tells mew the truth, but according to sand he'd be fulfilling his duty as ray's friend by revealing the truth, so he is conflicted and confused about his own feelings .

then at mew's birthday party he spends the night as an outsider to his own friend group. when he reveals the audio clip to mew he's probably expecting mew to be thankful, like sand said he would be, or hate him, like boston said, but from what we see mew doesn't have much of a reaction at all. ray couldn't predict how his friend would react to the information, and now he can't understand the reaction, but he still thinks he did the right thing and doesn't understand why no one else around him can see that. he is still confused, and he is still emotionally isolated.

he fully self implodes. he has spent this whole episode as an emotional outsider, and other people have been using his emotions and impulsive emotional responses for their benefit before he himself has the oppurtunity to try to understand how he is feeling. he is filled with rage and self loathing and world shattering loneliness (feeling alone in a crowd, especially the one that is supposed to offer you love and support, is enough to make anyone lose their mind) and he lashes out at everyone and all of things they do that he doesn't understand and that he finds shitty. he even does the thing that has conflicting morality because he feels that regardless of whether it makes him a good friend or a villain he at least owes it to mew for saving him, and mew not only rejects this act, but the person who has offered him the most care and kindness punches him in the face.

ray and his self fulfilling prophecy man, he is a burden, he is bad luck, nobody loves him, and so he is taking everyone down so their weight will make his own fall be that much more painful. and then he storms off.

now to this part of the fight in particular because i also can't stop thinking about it

"stop thinking about mew and focus on me for once"

i interperet this as sand saying "stop focusing on all the love you haven't/can't receive and focus on what i'm willing to give you in the present". except ray wanted to focus on sand, and sand only spoke to him about mew, the unrequited love ray has, and the emotional debt ray owes. sand turned away from him and then pushed him away.

"can't you really see that i care about you?"

now i'm not good at reading faces so i don't know what this facial expression means but it isn't happy/relieved. even if ray had the ability to accept sand cares about him, in this moment he feels entirely alone. in fact, this only makes him more confused, he wanted sand who pushed him to mew who has also rejected him once again. he definitely thought sand cared about him before this, but i think ray believes no one could possibly care about him right now (i also think that he is tired of wanting someone to care for him, of hoping someday someone will love him, and so he pushes everyone away so at least he can have some certainty)

"why would you poke your nose in my buisness?"

why would you come into my life just to push me away? why would you involve me in someone else's problems only for me to fuck it up the way i fuck everything up? why would you reopen the wound that is my attachment to mew? why would you keep following me if all i'll ever be is a burden? why would you say you care about me when i am unable to feel cared for? why did you have to ruin the good thing we had going before you turned away from me that night?

"what are we to eachother?"

i think ray asked this question partly out of anger and partly out of being desperate for a genuine answer. but sand says they are nothing to eachother. ray probably thought sand thought this of him, but was hoping for a different answer, now he has his certainty (also its the self fulfilling prophecy again, ray physically pushes sand away while demanding sand to define their emotional connection)

now lets look at when they start getting physical

[side note, ray starts to turn to get in the car when sand says "you can risk your own life all you want" in case you weren't destroyed by that fact yet]

ray has spent the whole night feeling alone and then ruining his relationships with others, he doesn't believe anyone can or should care for him, so he makes it true (how many times can you say self fulfilling prophecy in a ray analysis post anyway?!?!?) sand is trying to stop ray from himself but the urge to destroy has been ignited and it can't be turned off, so he has to stop sand in return.

i have been kept up at night thinking about how desperate ray sounds while trying to breathe, how desperate he is for space, to be free to destroy himself, for it to be over. he call sand a whore, which everyone and their mother knows isn't true, and at first i thought it was because he needed a reason for sand to despise him but i think it's just as likely ray was just lashing out and wanted something to hurt sand with. after he pushes sand to the ground, he doesn't look proud by what he's done, but he can't stop himself now. and so he drives off alone

i've seen many different thoughts as to where he was going. but whether he was just going home, or drove off knowing it wouldn't end well, he needed to put a stop to this.

ray enthusiasts how we feeling 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

i don't even remember what the point of this anaylisis was anymore at somepoint i lost the plot... anway excited (also tormented by impending sandray scenes) to see what next week brings

#only friends the series #only friends meta #only friends ray #ray pakorn #ray only friends

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Phic Phight - How Not To Resurrect A Half Demon Lord

@lexiepiper @Ghostfox_fuyu

Being both an adventurer AND technically a monster wasn’t exactly the best mix to avoid fights, so it’s a good thing Danny actually LIKED fighting even if he couldn’t exactly ‘go hard’ against humans to avoid, you know, KILLING THEM. Other adventurers though? Yeah they didn’t exactly enjoy fighting what they thought was a weirdly powerful dungeon spawn.

Danny runs, skidding across the ground on his claws, the scrapping sound is loud but nowhere near the volume of the explosion happening right behind him. His tail nearly gets nicked! He’s not happy, not one bit. “WOULD YOU STOP THAT!”.

The mage with a frankly obscenely large hat damn near growls at him, which hey, growling was Danny’s thing. “Silence! Foul demon!”.

For fucks sake! Like yes, he gets that he looks like a demon. He gets that. But could people please just stop assuming that he belonged to whatever dungeon he and they happened to be in? This place was a goddamn lava dungeon, he was an ice demon with a black and white theme! Use your brain! Why would a fucking ice demon be in a lava dungeon!

Which, to be fair, him going into a lava dungeon wasn’t exactly smart or using his own brain; but Sam and Tuck thought this one would get them some sick ass gear so off they went. Of course they wound up getting separated, and of course Danny wound up running into other adventurers with the same idea as his party, and of course they mistook him for a dungeon beast. That’s his classic luck right there, everybody!

Ramming one set of claws into the wall and climbing up the hot rock as fast as he can, channeling some ice to his palms to avoid burning himself, it also was making some super cool-looking mist sizzle off of the rock so that was a neat bonus.

The adventurers trying to annihilate him seem to agree, the dude in black armour muttering to another mage with super orange hair, “hey if I equip ice gauntlets you think I could do that, it looks cool as Hell”. The mage whacks him over the head, ha!

Danny snorts to himself, jumping on to a ceiling stalactite of solid hot magma, ow ow ow ow ow, stupid ice core, stupid Tuck and Sam dragging him into a lava dungeon, stupid him for jumping onto solid magma, stupid stupid stupid. Ugh. But Danny does what Danny typically does when presented with pain, quips, shouting down, “why don’t you give up if you keep misting me!”. Ha! Good one, self. Ow.

The armoured guy chuckles, “I love it when monsters have a sense of humour, makes it so much more fun”, and hurls a goddamn spear at him. Nice, Danny can do spears and show off a little.

Danny launches himself down, grabbing the spear in between his teeth, fangs making it easy to keep the spear in there, and uses the spear head stabbing into the ground below to allow him to basically land going face down before gripping the shaft with his hands and spinning himself into an upright position. Him yanking it out of the ground and spinning it dramatically, grinning meanly, “oh I love free gifts, how’d you know it was my birthday?”, it’s totally not, he’s just being an asshole.

Big hat mage scowling at armoured guy quickly, “nice going, Salient”, then glaring back at Danny. Okay so armoured guy is named Salient, weird but okay. She shoots a fire last at Danny, Danny bats it away with the spear head snickering all the while. Then the other mage hits him with a holy-blast, because of course she does, and sends him into a wall.

He absolutely dropped the spear. Damn. He wanted to add that to his collection, which sure was definitely something he wasn’t doing before the whole resurrection gone wrong crap happened and he some how wound up getting his human souls wires crossed with Hell itself. A fuck up of hellish proportions.

Him shaking off the burn and sizzle from the holy power, at least still being kinda human and alive would stop that shit from outright smiting him, just burned and hurt like a motherfucker. The biggest annoyance his holy sensitivity usually caused him was not being able to use holy based healing potions… which were the cheapest kind aka the kind his party usually used to buy. Demonic based healing potions were the shit for him though, especially since he never had to worry about them debuffing or cursing him.

Orange hair mage huffs, “damn it, that didn’t do it”, scowling, “this place has some seriously strong demons, we might have use a hearth stone if it keeps up like this”.

Danny sticks his hands out to the side, tail twitching, “or maybe! Think a little and realise I’m not from this freaking dungeon!”.

“As if we’d believe a snake tongued demon!”.

Okay that’s just rude! It took him a very long time to learn how to talk with a forked tongue and he had to put up with a lot of mocking from Tuck! He sticks his tongue out at the group before having to climb up a wall again to avoid some thunder bolts from big hat mage and an arch of fire from Salient’s sword. At least he’d learned not to throw solid objects that Danny could grab, progress; progress for them and not him specifically. A very unfortunate specific.

Danny sending out a bit of icy flames that glowed black with his demonic energy to destroy another flame arch from Salient while moving sideways across the wall, he hates this dungeon it’s too fucking hot, goddamn. Zipping up to the ceiling and smacking his claws and palms on it, sending out a powerful wave of pure cold to force the ceiling to start snowing, which of course turns into very hot burning rain by the time it gets down to ground level. The party starts screaming and ducking for cover, that was surprisingly more effective than he expected and he absolutely had not intended to basically rain down boiling demonic water on them. Oops. He figured the snow would melt but not to the point of becoming boiling hot! How much energy was his core expending just to keep him fucking cool in this goddamn hellscape?!?

Danny skittering his way across the ceiling and in-between a gap between a stalactite and the dungeon ceiling, shouting a quick, “not trying to boil ya! Sorry!”. As he goes. Maybe they’ll be too busy hiding to realise where he’s tucked himself away. That would be nice, real nice.

“What kind of demon says sorry!”.

Don’t quip back, don’t quip back, don’t quip back. He’s trying to hide and quiping will fuck that up… “MY SORRY DEMONIC ASS!”, ah goddamn it, why does he do this to himself? Unsurprisingly the stalactite his hiding above gets fucking shot at by a holy bullet. That’s… that’s not great. Those sucked to get hit by and he’d one hundred percent need to be resurrected again if that shit hits his core enough times. But hey! Maybe that would un-demon him! Stupid plan, but hey! At least it is a plan! Plus that did not work when he accidentally fell into a pit of pure holy water. That had been the worst.

The stalactite gets shot at again, this time piercing through it and skimming his shoulder; him making his lip bleed by biting down to avoid yelping. Still hissing out a, “bloody hell”, though, because he could never just shut the fuck up could he? Also, he is officially panting, because it is too fucking hot here and his breath is making a bunch of mist aka giving away his spot more than his stupid quip did. Fuck him entirely.

He’s got three options:

One: start killing adventures like a proper full demon.

Two: overheat and pass out, possibly falling into hard ground or a pool of lava only to be descended upon by adventurers who would definitely hit unconscious him with a holy attack.

Three: leave his hiding spot and start looking for cooler areas while avoiding getting hit or doing any major hitting.

Four: use a hearth stone to teleport out of the dungeon, seems like the obvious choice right? Except when Danny’s half demon ass did that he wound up in Hell every time and Sam and Tuck would have to go through the hassle of getting him back out of there. That crap always resulted in them having to track down yet another ice dungeon and use forbidden demon summoning magic. Meanwhile he’d go throwing hands with demons for however long it took his friends to get him. Not ideal.

Then it turns out that there’s actually a fifth option, a wall blowing up and sending his bullet hole riddled stalactite crashing down towards the ground and exploding in hot semi solid magma. OW! Danny sputtering and shaking himself off aggressively, “oh fuck! Bloody hell! Me damn fuck it! Stupid fucking lava dungeon! Stupid fucking adventurers! Where’s my teammates when I me damn need them!”.

“Shit since when do goddamn demons team up! We need to hurry this up!”.

Then there’s a very loud thump, Danny squinting his fucking burning eyes up at the noise, fuck yeah! It’s Tuck! Nice! The guy’s landed directly on top of the orange haired mage, pointing his fricken lightning cross bow right in her face. The Salient guy getting hurled into a wall by vines seconds later, and a few more seconds and said vines are on fire and brunt to a crisp.

The big hat mage jumping back from the newbies assaulting her group, “great, how many different kinds of demonic vermin does this dungeon have!”, her creating an explosion with electricity to make something of a smoke screen for her to grab Salient out of the hole in the wall the guy made.

But! BUT! That puts their backs to Danny, and Danny might object to killing people but he did not object to bruising them up some. Meaning he launches himself at them, grabbing the back of both of their necks, and slams them into the ground; using his tail to tie their ankles all together. He also grabs the hat mages hat with his teeth and eats the fucking thing as a probably insane looking show of superiority.

Tuck, not looking at Danny and still staring violently down at orange hair mage, “you good, Danny-man?”.

Danny growling, “I’m annoyed, burnt, and vaguely considered making y'all haul me outta hell again for dragging me to this shit ass place”.

Sam walking calmly through the destroyed wall and into where they all are, “honestly I hate this place too. My plant magic is completely useless and I wrecked my helm”.

Danny snorting, “ha! Serves you right!”, he gets elbowed in the chin by Salient for being distracted. But well, an elbow, even armoured, isn’t gonna do much to Danny, so he just growls down at the man while said elbow is being pressed up into his chin.

Tuck snorts at the scene, “I’d stop that, Danny’s an obsidian rank combat warrior”. The mage beneath him scowling, “that is a demon spawn or are you fucking blind?”.

Danny takes offence to that, demon wise he was on par with a demon lord! Not a freaking basic hell spawn! “Excuse you!”. But Tuck laughs at Danny’s expense, “that’s what you get for never fighting back, moron”. Danny sticks his tongue out at the guy.

Sam shaking her head as she walks over to Danny, “seriously, if they attacked you first who cares if you hurt them”, grabbing the unconscious ex-hat mage out from Danny’s grasp, shit he hadn’t actually realized he’d knocked her out. Whoops. Sam pointing a finger at Salient, whose elbow is still pressed into Danny’s chin, “you wouldn’t be holding your own for shit if Danny took you seriously”.

“Pfft, I could take him”.

The orange hair mage snapping, “are you serious right now?! You are literally being pinned down you idiot!”.

Danny nodding, “glad we’re on the same page on that”; rolling his shoulders as he can feel some of the burning healing itself, he’d be healing a hell of a lot faster if he wasn’t in this damn hot lava dungeon though.

Tuck rolling his eyes before staring down at the orange hair mage, “look. Danny’s an adventure, he literally has a license on him right now. The only reason he’s in this dungeon is ‘cause we heard there was some bomb ass equipment in here, same as you guys probably”.

Sam laughing a bit meanly as she gives the ex-gay mage a healing potion since Danny probably gave her a concussion, “Danny’s not a ‘hell spawn’ he’s a fucked up resurrection spell gone wrong”.

Salient snorting, “prove it! And how the Hell did that happen?”. Danny snickers, “hell happened”; Tuck moving his crossbow out of orange hair mages face specifically to shoot Danny with it.

“Ow! You jerk!”.

Unfortunately orange hair takes that opportunity to blast Tuck nearly point blank in the stomach with a holy blast, sending him smashing up into the ceiling. Oh Hell fucking no, attacking Danny was one thing, he was a demon-looking mother fucker and could take hits like a champ; attacking his friends was a whole ass nother matter. At least Sam catches Tuck with some vines as he starts falling down from the ceiling and Tuck wasn’t knocked out by the attack.

Still though. Danny is none too impressed. And he refuses to tolerate a repeat of that, so just as the orange haired friend hurting asshat gets herself up off of the ground Danny lets himself loose more than a little bit. Limbs extending, spines pulling up out of his upper back and shoulders, second set of kudu horns extending out, ribs cracking and expanding through and over his torso skin to settle into a bigger form, that stupid gharial crocodile skull boiling and forming out of and off of his head; him all but shoving orange hair back into the ground and pinning her there with a single hand. Slamming the other hand down near her face, using a foot to keep the Salient guy pinned. Danny snarling, snout opening right over the mages face, “shoot at me all you want but you don’t get to hurt what’s mine”.

Tuck’s shaking off all that holy power, grumbling about stupid trigger happy adventurers as if he wasn’t one himself and stomps over to fucking shoot orange hair in the face with some sand; her unable to do anything about it because of Danny.

Salient muttering, “holy fucking shit, goddamn”. While Sam stops over to him, Sam smacking Danny’s ankle, “give over your license, you demonic horror”. Danny huffing out an icy breath in orange hairs face, moving his tail to use the many little quill hair spines on it to grab out his license from his torso inside his ribs, slipping it into her hands, “thank you”, she shoves the license in the probable warriors face, “see? Adventurer. You really think Clementine would approve him without goddamn checking him and his bullshit out?”.

He grunts from under Danny’s foot, “fair ‘nough. You tryin’ to crush me here?”.

Danny huffing another icy breath, “maybe”. Sam smacks his ankle again so Danny, with a shrug, lifts up his foot and lets the guy up. Danny thinks some mild crushing is totally deserved in this case, even if that was maybe influenced by these guys hurting his friends and making him feel all possessive and shit. Demon crap could be so annoying; being in this hot ass place only making it more annoying.

Salient rolls over and sits up, rolling his shoulders, “ow yeah, definitely not a spawn, damn”, eyeing himself over, “aw man, you cracked my shoulder pad. License doesn’t look fake though so”, looking up at Danny, “bad ass ability though”.

Danny tilts his skull head at the guy before looking back down to orange hair, “you gonna keep trying to annihilate me?”.

“You’re a demon”.

“And?”, lifting the hand that isn’t pinning her and waving it around dismissively, “it’s only a by half thing anyway”.

Tuck chuckling down at her, “need I point out that Danny could absolutely just crush you right now? Yeah, okay, so he’s sorta a demon, and sorta dead and not dead, but he’s not confined to a dungeon or Hell and he’s an adventurer. adventurers run into weird shit all the time, it’s not his fault he is the weird shit”. The girl glares but sighs, clearly giving up, so Danny basically forces himself to compact, puffing icy steam everywhere. Tuck grinning, “so dramatic”.

Danny pointing a normal standard human length clawed finger in the guys face, “hey, if there’s one thing I do well, besides confusing people and myself, it is dramatics”; if he was gonna be stuck as some weird dead but not dead, from the afterlife Hell but not from Hell, then he can be an overdramatic asshole about it.

Orange hair gets up immediately and moves over to the still unconscious ex-hat mage, muttering, “good, they didn’t poison her or anything. Damn demon worshipers”. Oh for fucks sake, was it really that hard to understand that he was a good guy and just a weird but typical adventurer? Ugh. Plus! He’s definitely a higher rank than her, so rude.

Salient standing up and shaking himself off, shouting at his teammate, “Lily good?”; nice, Danny’s got another name.

Orange hair sighs, “yeah. They didn’t do anything to her besides knock her out”. Oh everyone’s a critic.

Danny rolling his eyes and huffing, “you say that like you guys weren’t trying to fucking destroy me. Again, you gonna keep doing that shit? ‘Cause I’m positive all three of us outrank you guys, we just don’t exactly want to start having to fucking kill people just because people keep thinking I’m a me damned dungeon monster”.

Sam shaking her head and moving to be over by Tuck and Danny, “at least they didn’t think you were the dungeon boss this time”.

“Oh Hell that had been such a pain”.

Salient chuckles and looks at him, “you make a lot of ‘Hell’ comments and shit”.

Danny shrugging with a smirk, “hey if I’ve gotta be slightly, vaguely, hell bound then I might as well take the piss outta it”.

Orange hair glaring at Salient, “seriously? You’re making friendly with it now?”.

Danny pouts, “hey, rude much”. While Sam and Tuck laugh at him meanly.

Salient shoves her, “chill, aren’t adventurers supposed to at least try to get along. At least he’s not another psycho paladin who's just using his god as an excuse to commit way too much murder”.

Danny’s entire little party nodding, “yeah fuck paladins”. Earning them a scowl from orange hair, “we all know why you demon-lovers wouldn’t like paladins”.

Then Lily groans a little, sitting up and holding her head, “well at least I’m alive”.

Danny snorting, “yeah I have a thing against committing murder”.

“That is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard a demon say”.

Danny pouts at her. He gets that demons have a terrible rap, an earned terrible rap, but cut a guy some slack will ya? It would be so nice if he could shapeshift to look fully human, he bets that in some other universe he definitely could and he is jealous of that version of him. Stupid fucker probably got all the super sneaky useful abilities. Like being able to turn invisible or something, that would have been so useful today. Ugh.

Lily looking to her party members, “so care to explain what’s going on here?”.

“Demon dude is a legit adventurer, licensed and everything”.

Orange hair just grumbles incomprehensibly.

Sam crossing her arms at the three, “I’m Sam, platinum rank herbalist and green mage. The one with the crossbow is Tucker, silver rank earth mage and gear smith. And the half demon, that you are to stop attacking, is Danny, obsidian rank combat warrior as already mentioned; he’s also a weapons smith and death magic apprentice. Yes he’s a resurrection spell gone wrong, he did it to himself somehow, but people screw up spells all the time so whatever”.

Danny shrugging, “I mean, typically they don’t screw up so impressively they fuck up half their genetic species but yeah”; Sam swats him one, expertly avoiding the horns.

Salient snorts, “you’re a death magic apprentice and you made your self half dead? WOW you suck”.

“Hey!”, Danny puts a hand to his chest, “technically it’s useful, this way I can actually go to one of the death planes now without slowly dying”.

Lily shakes her head disbelievingly, “ridiculous and inane”, gesturing at herself, “Lily, steel rank lightning high mage”, gesturing at Salient, “Salient, silver rank knight”, gesturing at orange hair, “Gemine, iron rank white mage and apprentice priestess”. Tilting her head, “why is an obsidian with a platinum and a silver? He’s three and four ranks above you two respectively?”.

Danny waves her off immediately, “eh, I was gold before the demon shit fucked my shit up. And I am the leader so it’s not that odd”. Sam nodding, “if anything it’s weirder that an iron is travelling with a silver”.

Gemine scowling, muttering to herself, “of course the demon is the leader, disgusting”. Lily cuffs her over the head, making the girl pout. Lily nodding, “demons are more powerful than the living so I suppose that is logical, and a lower rank priestess will best any higher rank warrior”, glancing around, “where’s my hat?”.

Sam and Tuck stare at Danny judgingly, him rubbing his neck, “I ate it?”; it was a heat of the moment thing okay! He makes really dumb decision when he’s put on the spot!

Salient nodding with a smirk, “yeah, it was pretty weird”.

Danny pouting, “I’m not paying you back for it”, twitching, “and can we get the fuck out of this hot ass place already?”, looking at Sam and Tuck, “if you found nothing good I’m gonna be so annoyed”. Sam rolling her eyes and digging in her bag, pulling out a little unassigned demon core. Yum! Him brightening up immediately, “oh nice! This was so worth getting shot by holy bullets!”.

“Danny!”.

“Dude what!”.

Danny grabbing the core and biting into it, much to the disgust of his unwitting onlookers, “eh it was just a shoulder nick and I am literally covered in lava and holy light burns so that’s kinda not what I’m focused on”. Basically dumping the demonic energy down his gullet with a happy purr.

Salient pulling a face, “wow that is disgusting, awesome”. Lily sighs tiredly before gesturing at Danny’s party, “so are we good to just go our separate ways?”. Danny’s down for that, his burns were healing much better now even if he was still hot as hell.

Sam crossing her arms, “depends on if you’re going to keep harassing Danny”; Danny’s just content to lick his chops in demonic satisfaction. Gemine pouting, “I won’t be able to vanquish him so fine, I won’t”.

Danny giving her a thumbs up, “that’s the spirit, now let’s get the hell outta this furnace before my core decides I deserve to over heat”. Sam and Tuck roll their eyes at him and laugh, Tuck patting his shoulder as they all turn to wander off to the exit. The other party of adventurers awkwardly heading deeper into the dungeon.

Danny stretching a little, going all demon always made him feel like his bones were all fucked up and needed a stretching, “so find anything else?”.

“Lightning bolt in a bottle”.

“Bone dagger. Lots of bone daggers”.

“Oh and a whole ass dragon hide, it’s in the dimensional pocket”.

“We did put all the random gem stones in there too right”.

“Uh…”.

“Damn it, Tucker”.

Danny laughs to himself, shaking his head. This day was some bullshit but at least they didn’t leave empty handed, and wasn’t finding treasure and getting to throw fist-a-cuffs the whole point of being an adventurer? Even if he’d rather be beating up dungeon monsters than constantly having to duke it out with other adventurers.

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Of course they don’t even make it a full day before running into the very same party. At least this time they’re at the adventurers guild so there’s no way he’s gonna get attacked again.

Gemine blinking at Danny, “so you actually can leave the dungeon”.

Danny rolling his eyes, “yeah it’s almost like I was telling the truth or something”. Hell, he seldom lied about shit, people just thought it was all too ridiculous to be true.

Lily looks to the desk lady, quirking an eyebrow then gesturing at the demon in the room. Juhe blinking and smiling, understanding quickly, “yes the demon is welcome here, yes he’s an adventurer, no you’re not allowed to vanquish him, and no he’s not mind controlling anyone”.

Salient chuckles, putting a hand on his hip, “wow it sounds like this happens a lot”. Tuck shaking his head, “you have no idea”; before Sam goes up to make their report to the guild master. Technically Danny’s supposed to do that, being the leader and all, but head office had a barrier around it and they refused to take it down just for Danny’s sorry ass, meaning compromises were made.

Danny nodding at the guy, “anytime we go into a dungeon and run into a party that hasn’t met me before, it turns into a fight”, rubbing his neck, “which has earned me the title of adventurers bane since I keep basically having to beat down adventurers until they give up”.

Juhe nodding, “and he helps out the enforcers sometimes, since he can be quite the intimidating presence”.

“Boo, having a demonic aura isn’t my fault, and if just a simple demonic aura is enough to scare someone they probably shouldn’t be an adventurer”.

“You forget most adventurers do gathering quests and less dangerous dungeons”.

“Pah!”.

“You also forget that your demonic aura is that of a demon lord not a simple spawn or lesser demon”.

Danny’s only response to that is a pout.

Lily had been about to go up and make her own report, one foot stopping in midair, “that one is… a demon lord?”, and looks very concerned at Danny. While Salient grins to himself, “sweet, I got to fight a demon lord. Man that’s cool”.

Danny blinks, shrugging, “I was a wee bit miffed about suddenly being very literally in hell one time, not the time I fucked my resurrection up, and went demon killing happy. Two might have been demon lords and one was definitely a death god”.

All three look at him in shock, horror, or looking just plan impressed in Salient’s case. Lily shaking her head, “alright, you very well could have annihilated us”.

Johe glancing at some paperwork, “you three are silver, steel, and iron? Yes, you would not have stood a chance if taken seriously by him. He’s officially listed as obsidian, but he’s closer to iridium, which still stands as our highest class”.

Danny blushing, “aw shucks”.

“Don’t you ‘aw shucks’ me, if you’re that flattered then stop leaving your tail quills in the lobby wall”.

“Hey! It has a mind of its own”.

“It’s still attached to you, ain’t it?”.

Danny pouts at her, tail twitching near the ground, he’s half tempted to stab the wall with it just to be petty. He did petty very very well after all.

Lily shakes herself before finally going up to give her report; Danny absolutely hearing Sam whisper a threat at her, “Danny’s a lot nicer than the rest of us, don’t pull that shit with him again or else I won’t hesitate using a mind vine to make you break your party members”, as they pass in the stairway. He makes a point to roll his eyes disappointedly at her when she makes it down fully.

His friends were great but so over protective and possessive of him, it was nice but also a pain. She rolls her eyes right back at him as the three of them head out, waving bye to Salient and Gamine as more of a form of pleasantries than genuine fond fair-wells or whatever. They ain’t friends and weren’t gonna suddenly become them, something Danny was frankly fully uninterested in. He had his Sam and Tuck and was definitely not interested in sharing them.

End.

Prompts: Fantasy/rpg setting. Danny died, but the resurrection spell went wrong, and now he’s trapped as something not quite dead but not fully alive either. Not that he’d ever let that stop him from becoming an adventurer, even if he does get mistaken as a resident dungeon monster by other adventuring parties every now and then… Demon!au

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kazemi-archive · 8 months

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Deciding Your Fate

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader WC: 1.1k Genre: Light Angst, Fluff Summary: Spending the Miyas' birthday with the two of them separately first, Osamu makes you realize that you have to decide if you'll spend the rest of your life worrying about hiding your feelings. CW: Mentions of drinking, pining

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Growing up with the Miya twins you learned one thing when it came to their birthday. It was a day meant to be all about them. 12 years of birthdays and this year would be running the exact same way. You had to make time to hang out with each of them individually first. They each whined and cried if you tried to only hang out with them together. So you kept the tradition, each separately first, before you celebrated together.

You’d spent all morning on edge. Atsumu got you first this year. You’d put them on a rotating schedule, changing every year who you hung out with first. Atsumu had dragged you to the park, to a small coffee stand that the two of you had claimed as your own the first week at university.

For some reason this year, you couldn’t get over how he looked. He’d shrugged off his jacket early into the morning, the first time you shivered. It wasn’t quite his jacket that had warmed you up but rather how he’d noticed and gave it to you without even breaking his sentence, draping it over you like it was second nature. You’d laughed when he’d tried to hide his own shiver not even ten minutes later. Your scarf was wrapped around his neck soon after.

You’d spent all morning trying to hide your smile behind your coffee cup as he chatted at you. Sitting there with your scarf wrapped around his neck, his long sleeve stretched around his arms and his hair getting caught up in the wind. It took everything in your body to not reach out and push it out of his eyes.

Your heart ached by the end of it. Watching him wave carelessly as he held the present you’d gotten him in the air proudly. Your scarf was still wrapped around his neck and his jacket was still heavy on your shoulders. You’d tried to give it back but he’d refused, promising he’d grab it from you at the party that night.

The Miya twins’ party. About to be the biggest event of the month until the end when Suna would throw his famous Halloween party. You were still wearing your distress on your face when you showed up at Osamu’s dorm room. You entered without knocking and kicked your shoes off silently before falling onto the bed with a loud groan.

The creak of Osamu’s desk chair echoed through the room as he leaned back and turned to face the bed. “Hello t’ya too.”

“I’m gonna die.” You groaned back, the words muffled by his pillow as you refused to lift your head.

There was a beat of quiet as Osamu took in your form before he huffed out a laugh. “Is that m’ brother’s jacket?” You groaned and lifted your head, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “Get it together.” He rolled his eyes and threw a bag of chips from his desk at your face.

“Ow.” You whined, not really in pain but sending him a dirty look anyways. “I didn’t ask fer it! He jus’ gave it t’me ‘cause he noticed I was cold.”

“Can ya just confess t’im already? Gettin’ sick o’ hearin’ ‘bout ‘im.” Osamu grimaced at you, shaking his head in disappointment as he popped a chip from his own bag in his mouth.

You groaned as you sat yourself up, situating yourself better on the bed to properly face him. “I didn’ choose this curse.” You puffed some air into your cheeks as a pout as you tugged your bag open. “I blame ya.”

“T’hell did I do?” He screwed up his face, tossing a chip at your face. “Not m’fault that ya fell fer his dumbass.” You groaned and dropped your head back for a second, only pulling it back up to shove some chips in your mouth. “S’yer fault that ya haven’ confessed after nearly three years.”

“I can’t!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air and almost losing your bag of chips in the process. “Y’know that it ruins ev’rythin’ if I do!”

“Ruins m’day when ya don’t.” You glared at him and he put his hands up in surrender. “Alright! Sorry!” He sighed and it was quiet for a moment. Both of you were digging into your respective bags of chips until he spoke again. “Look, I know yer afraid of losin’ him. But y’ain’t gonna lose him.” You gnawed on your bottom lip as you listened to him. “He loves ya. Trust me.”

“S’hard Miysam.” You sighed and fidgeted with a chip between your fingers. “I know I care t’much sometimes, but I can’t ruin what we have now. I know that I can survive if he doesn’ love me the way I love him. But I can’ handle it if we’ll never be the same.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked back up to Osamu across from you.

“But can ya spend the rest of our lives glancin’ behind ya? Afraid that everythin’ is gonna get snatched away from ya with one wrong move?” You sighed. You’d never thought of it like that. Never thought of the long term repercussions of keeping your feelings to yourself. Never thought about how you’d silently resigned yourself to going the rest of yourself without telling him about your feelings. “Ya gotta tell him and if it doesn’ work then we’ll figure it out.”

You sighed. He was right. You knew he was right. You had to do it. Had to tell Atsumu finally. Had to loosen your grip on your fears. “Okay.” You sighed in finality. “Okay, yer right. I’ll do it.”

Osamu’s jaw dropped as he looked at you. “You will!?” He was shocked that you’d actually listened this time. After all the times he’d tried before over the years.

“Tonight.” You nodded, your breakfast trying to reappear. “I’ll get drunk and tell him and if it goes well awesome and if it doesn’?” You shrugged your shoulders. “I’ll get alcohol poisonin’ and ferget all ‘bout it.”

“I-” Osamu was going to protest your reasoning but instead just sighed and resigned that this was all he’d get out of you. “Sure, do that.” He snorted as you nodded along slowly, trying to not freak out. “Now, can you scoot over and stop talkin’ bout my brother so we can watch this damn movie before we gotta get ready.”

You snorted a laugh and moved closer to the pillows, allowing him space next to you. “Yeah, whatever you ass.” Tonight, you swore. No matter what.

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Seventeen as “annoying” cliché couple troupes

Scoups - Overprotective

It was Dino’s birthday and so you were over at Scoups’ house with the members to celebrate. You were close to the youngest member, having dated Scoups for years now you’d watched Dino grow up and looked after him when he was just a teenager. So of course you made a big fuss of Dino on his birthday each year and maknae loved the attention. Scoups had no problem with you being friendly to Dino...it was more Dino’s reaction he didn’t like because Dino clearly had a crush on you.

He noticed how Dino’s eyes lit up when he said your name and how he’d always notice when you entered a room. He’d do anything you asked him to and while some of the members thought it was cute and harmless Scoups didn’t.

Dino was opening his presents and you were sat beside him commenting on all the things he received. Dino frowned as he opened a formal jacket from The8 but you smiled. “Dino this is great! It will totally go with that green shirt you can never pair with anything!”. Dino’s face immediately turned into a smile and he held the jacket like it was precious. “Yeah you’re right! Thanks The8″. You smiled obliviously but Scoups wasn’t and he needed to remind Dino of that.

Woozi smirked as Scoups casually put an arm around you and onto the arm of your chair separating you and Dino. Anytime Dino leant closer Scoups would “suddenly” move his arm knocking him slightly and making him lean away from you. You were oblivious and just kept chatting with everyone but Scoups was scanning everything and kept checking Dino. He finally caught Woozi staring at him and frowned mouthing “what?”. Woozi grinned and pointed at Dino and then imitated Scoups’ arm. Scoups blushed slightly and quickly looked away but he still didn’t move his arm.

You were his girlfriend and he made sure everyone knew it.

Jeonghan - Brags about you 24/7

Scoups had just gotten back from a date and was very excited to tell his best friend all about it. So he rushed to Jeonghan’s room and began to go through everything.

“When I got there I was really stunned because she just looked so beautiful...” he started. Jeonghan nodded “yeah I remember doing the same thing on my date with y/n. She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, no girl can come close to how stunning she is”. Scoups nodded “yeah..so anyways she was really friendly when I went over and we got talking. I found out a lot about her. She’s pretty sporty, she plays lacrosse in her spare time and loves working out”. Jeonghan nodded “that’s cool, y/n used to be a competitive runner and swimmer as well! She could definitely have chosen that as a career if she'd wanted to". Scoups nodded "yes well as I was saying...she's athletic, well-read, really funny, she's even got a degree!". Jeonghan nodded "where from? Y/n went to Seoul National and even did a year abroad in Cambridge! She's so worldly because of it...but where you go really affects the degree". Scoups shrugged "erm I don't remember where she got it". "What subject was it in because that matters too. Y/n studied law which is such a hard degree compared to something flimsy like...".

"Jeonghan!" Scoups said smiling widely "as much as I love y/n, can we just focus on my date for the moment? It’s not a competition". Jeonghan paused "ow...sorry was I being braggy again?". Scoups smiled, a lot more relaxed now, "kind of but it's cute really...it shows how much you love her but if we could go half an hour without you comparing her to my date that'd be great". Jeonghan nodded "got it! So what did the two of you talk about on your date? Did the conversation flow well? You have to tell me all the topics you covered". Scoups smiled that his friend was back.

Joshua - Sickeningly sweet

Dino, Woozi and Hoshi entered their shared dorm to smell a wonderful scent wafting from the kitchen. They walked inside and found the source.

"Cupcakes!" Hoshi cried rushing out to grab one before a spatula appeared and smacked his hand lightly. "Owwww" he cried cradling it before turning to the perpetrator "Hyung why would you hit me?". "They're for y/n so you can't have any" Joshua replied frosting the last few of them. "Why? Is it your anniversary?" Woozi asked. Joshua shook his head "no". "Her birthday?" Dino asked. "No" Joshua said chuckling slightly "there’s no special occasion". "Ow okay I get it” Hoshi said smiling “so you made y/n mad and you’re trying to buy her off with cupcakes huh?" he asked. "No!" Joshua said laughing "I was just on my way home and noticed these really pretty flowers in a shop window so I bought them for her but then I realised cupcakes go really well with flowers so I made her carrot cupcakes, her favourite, and I'm heading over to hers now to cook a meal. She's been working really hard lately so I want to give her a nice evening".

His three members just stared at him and Joshua paused "what? Is something wrong?". Woozi shook his head "no just wow...you are whipped". Joshua narrowed his eyes slightly "well I wouldn't say whipped". "You're on your way to cook a meal for her without being asked!" Dino cried "that's whipped". Joshua shook his head "that's not something you do when you’re whipped, it's something you do when you love someone. I love y/n and so I want to buy her presents when it's not her birthday or cook a meal for her without being asked. She's important to me and I intend to show her that every day". The boys all paused and Dino sighed. "Yeah this is the reason we're all still single" and the boys all nodded "yep!". Joshua just smiled and headed out the door for his special evening plans. He wasn’t known as the gentleman of Seventeen for no reason.

Jun - Overshares

Jun was the funniest member of Seventeen but could also be the oddest. He sometimes did or said things that caught all the members off guard and most often it was related to you.

Vernon had just been on a date with a girl the boys knew well and had been shipping him with for years. He’d finally got the courage to ask her out last week and so they were all extremely excited to find out how it well. So of course the second he got back everyone gathered in the living room and demanded a full report. He told them all how it went and they asked questions "so how did you end it?" Jeonghan asked "with a hug? A kiss?". Vernon paused "well see I wanted to kiss her but...we'd just eaten fish and I wasn't ready for that yet". Half the group nodded while the other half frowned "what do you mean?" Mingyu asked. "Well smells can be powerful aphrodisiac or have the opposite effect, I didn't want to kiss her and then get put off her forever because of what we had for dinner". The group then began debating if they thought that would put them off. Jun who had been listening politely finally spoke up and as usual, when he spoke it left an impression.

"Y/n never has bad breath...then again y/n doesn't really have bad anything, literally every part of her looks, smells and tastes amazing". At that the group quietened and Jeonghan blinked "Jun...didn't really need to know that". "What?" he asked "I didn't say which part of her I was tasting...". "I can guess!" Jeonghan cried "remember what we said about keeping your sex life a little more secretive?". Jun rolled his eyes "fine...prudes" but he smirked to let them all know he was joking and they all smiled and carried on as normal.

He might overshare sometimes but it was just because you were always on his mind and he liked to share details about you. You were his favourite topic of conversation and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

Hoshi - Pet names

Surprisingly the pet names you had weren’t tiger related. Unsurprisingly Hoshi had no shame in yelling them at you at the top of his voice.

“Angel can you grab my sunglasses when you come downstairs?” Hoshi screamed from the bottom of the stairs in his shared house with the members. “Of course” you called back from three floors up. Seungkwan sighed very much in the hearing range just feet from Hoshi but Vernon just chuckled “what would you do if I started referring to you as angel everywhere we went?”. Seungkwan shrugged “honestly there’s worst pet names...” when Hoshi interrupted again.

“Sunflower did you put suncream in your bag already or should I grab some from the kitchen?”. “Like that?” Vernon asked as you called down you had. “Yes like that” Seungkwan nodded “but my least favourite of his many many nicknames is...”.

“Buttermuffincupcake!” Hoshi yelled. “Is it by any chance buttermuffincupcake?” Vernon grinned and Seungkwan nodded “it is”. “Why does he have so many names for her?” Vernon asked when Hoshi appeared “why does who have so many nicknames?”. Vernon paused “erm not you and y/n that’s for sure” making Seungkwan sigh deeply but Hoshi just smiled. “Aww I just like calling her different nicknames. She means so much to me I try to express that to her any way I can, even with what I call her”. Vernon paused “wow that’s actually really sweet”. Hoshi just smiled “I guess” when his eyes went to you as you walked through the door. His expression immediately changed and he monetarily looked shocked at how good you looked and then smiled remembering you were his girlfriend.

“You ready to go honey?” he asked. You smiled when he called you that and nodded “yep let’s go”. “Bye guys!” Hoshi said taking your arm and Seungkwan and Vernon smiled watching you go. “You know I don’t think it’s too bad anymore”. Seungkwan nodded “the way he looks at her is so beautiful...why don’t you look at me like that?”. Which led to a discussion about what names Vernon would now start referring to Seungkwan as.

Wonwoo - Have to watch your favourite tv shows together

Mingyu liked to come over to Wonwoo's place because it was clean, tidy and smelled really good. He always found he did his best work there so showed up armed with work but of course he soon lost interest.

"Ow the season finale of tv show name aired last night, I'm gonna watch it!" Mingyu called seeing an advert for it on the Tv. Wonwoo nodded "that's great but could you watch it later or put headphones on so I don't hear any spoilers?". "Why? I thought you'd caught up on all the episodes". "Yeah but y/n and I watch them together".

"So?" Mingyu asked. "So I have to wait for her to get back from work to watch it". "But can't you just watch it with me first and then her later?". "No!" Wonwoo said his eyes widening at the mere thought of such a betrayal. Mingyu laughed "why?". "Because we watch them together! It'd feel weird watching them without her".

Mingyu rolled his eyes "come on Wonwoo, are you really going to be one of those guys who has to do everything with his girlfriend?". Wonwoo shook his head "no and that's not what this is. Y/n works a lot and so do I, we're often too tired to go out to a bar or do anything too social. Most nights we just want to crash on the couch with one another, huddle together under a blanket and watch something we both enjoy. It’s one of the few ways we spend quality time together and I'm not going to sacrifice that".

Mingyu raised his hands in surrender "okay I get it, sorry for suggesting it. Let me go grab my headphones"...also you're a pretty good boyfriend by the way". Wonwoo smiled at that and looked at the clock. Only 3 more hours until you got home. He couldn't wait.

Woozi - only does things if you suggest them

Seungkwan liked to know what was going on in his members’ lives and if he hadn't seen a member for a while he'd schedule some activity with them, hence why Woozi was meeting him for coffee.

He spotted Seungkwan as soon as he walked into the coffee shop. He was in a booth (already on his second iced Americano of course) and Woozi was soon swept up in Seungkwan's extroverted nature. "So Hyung tell me everything that's been going on, unwork related of course!". Woozi nodded "erm well there's not much to report, I've gotten back into reading lately, saw my family the other week for my mom's birthday...ow and I started rock climbing classes".

At that Seungkwan paused "ow rock climbing..." he said with a cold tone to his voice. Woozi paused "yeah, why do you not like rock climbing?". Seungkwan shook his head "no it's more the opposite, I've been telling you to try rock climbing for months" Seungkwan complained. "Yeah well...y/n suggested it and...".

At that Seungkwan nodded and made a noise "well that explains it!" he said folding his arms. "That explains what?". "Why you suddenly started going rock climbing, if y/n recommends something you always do it". Woozi paused "that's not true". "It is! It's the same with tv shows and music recommendations...ow and how about that time I told you to try a madras curry and you said you didn't like spicy food but when y/n told you it was fine you ordered one". Woozi paused "I didn't realise I do that...I guess it's just because y/n knows me really well so I trust her opinion". "I know you well too Hyung" Seungkwan said sighing.

Woozi could tell he was upset so nodded "you do and I'm sorry, I promise I'll listen to you more". Seungkwan smiled pleased with that "great...y/n does give really good recommendations though so I kind of get it". Which then sparked a 20 minutes conversation about why they'd even argued in the first place.

Dk - No you hang up first

When the phone rang Dk practically screamed and The8 winced. Then Dk dove over the table before picking up and yelled your name. "I wonder who's calling" Jun said sarcastically and The8 chuckled "I know they're really cute but Dk in love is kind of annoying". Jun nodded looking over to where Dk was talking rapidly to you, not even pausing for breath. They both put their earphones in and looked away.

An hour later Dk was still on the phone but finally hanging up. He spent the last 5 minutes telling you how much he loved you and was now half-heartedly trying to hang up the phone. "But I don't want to go...I miss the sound of your voice already" Dk pouted. The8 and Jun tried not to overhear but Dk was still in the same room as them so it was pretty hard not to. "I know I've got that teddy bear with your voice recording in but it's not the same" Dk said giggling. "He's got a teddy what?" Jun asked. "It's one of those bears where you can record a message and it plays it every time you press the paw" The8 explained. Jun nodded "that fits for them".

Now Dk was just doing the oldest line in the book "no you hang up first! I won't have the strength to do it! No you! Because I can't hang up on you! Fine we'll count down...". Jun buried his head in his hands "will it ever end?". The8 smirked "no but at least Dk is happy I mean look at that smile on his face". Jun looked up and sure enough Dk's face was filled with pure joy. Jun smiled despite himself "Damn his adorable face! Fine they can talk as long as they want...I won't tease him". The8 nodded in agreement Dk was so wholesome and sweet that they would all put up with this as long as he was happy and nothing made him happy like you did.

Mingyu - That athletic couple that always look cool

For Vernon's birthday Seungkwan demanded everyone wake up at the exact time he was born to give him his cake. As that time was 3:40 AM, everyone was dragged out of bed by Boo Seungkwan 10 minutes before and stumbled down the hallway in their pyjamas. However Seungkwan had been a little too organised and everyone was there early but he refused to let you all go in until exactly 3:40.

So everyone stood around waiting and you leant on Mingyu’s shoulder as you waited and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "Hey I was thinking we could always go for a swim after this? Get in a few laps so we can just do our run tomorrow?" Mingyu asked. You smiled "I was just thinking I'm not sure I can back to sleep after this". Mingyu grinned and was about to reply when he saw Scoups and Jeonghan staring.

"You two okay?" he asked and Jeonghan frowned "you're seriously going to go exercise after this?". You paused "well yeah...why?". "It's the middle of the night!" Scoups cried "as soon as this is over I'm crawling back into bed and I'm not moving for 6 hours". "Also how do you work out with your partner? If I did that I'd be single within the week". Scoups nodded "me too but to be fair if I looked like them it wouldn't be a problem".

"If you looked like us?" you asked and Jeonghan fixed you a *are you serious* look. "We really don't know what you mean" Mingyu said laughing and the two sighed. Jeonghan leant forward "you're aware the two of you are tall, muscular and very attractive right?". You blushed denying it and Scoups rolled his eyes "don't be modest y/n I mean look at you both! We've all got out of bed and look awful whereas the two of you look fresh-faced, your hairs all perfect and do you really sleep in clothes as nice as that". Mingyu blushed "erm yeah...I think we were the last ones to wake up too".

Jeonghan and Scoups groaned "typical". "I'm sorry?" you offered and they shook their heads. "Don't be we're just teasing" Scoups said smiling. "Yeah you're perfect for each other, it works" Jeonghan said and you looked to Mingyu "I guess I can live with that". “Me too” he smiled looking quite pleased with himself. He knew you looked beautiful he had eyes after all but to hear he fit with you perfectly, that made him the happiest man alive.

The8 - Coordinating outfits

You were interested in fashion and of course this was one of the first things that drew you and The8 together. The members all thought it was a match made in heaven but sometimes it could be just a tad annoying.

There was an event to celebrate the group's anniversary and of course you and The8 were here together and were the best-dressed couple in the room. "Do they like plan this?" Joshua asked watching the two of you. "Plan what?" Woozi asked. "Y/n and The8" Joshua said nodding to the two of you across the room "how do their outfits always look so good and fit together perfectly, they must plan it right?".

Jun who'd been listening shook his head "no I asked them this before, The8 says they just have an eerily similar style. Apparently they just both think the same thing and match without even trying". Joshua pouted "I can't tell if that makes it better or worse".

"Hey guys" The8 said coming over and you smiled at them all "you all look great!". "Thanks, we were just saying the same thing about you guys" Woozi replied. "Yeah there's no way this happens naturally" Joshua said gesturing to your different but extremely flattering suits. The8 smiled pulling you closer "completely unplanned, y/n just has the best taste of anyone I've ever met". "Awww well I learned a lot of it from you" you replied kissing him softly.

Joshua nodded "okay I've decided it definitely makes it worse that you don't even try but the two of you are pretty adorable so I'll let it slide". "Thank you?" The8 asked. “You’re welcome” Joshua replied and you laughed watching the exchange.

The8 noticed you were amused and smiled too. He didn’t care if his members teased him, he loved matching with you because it made the two of you fit together so easily and that was something he adored.

Seungkwan - Talks about you everytime he gets drunk

All the boys wanted was one night out all of them together. A good time that they could all look back on in years to come and smile about but apparently Seungkwan didn’t get the message.

He’d somehow integrated into a group of women on their hen night and was showing them photos of you gushing over them. “She’s so pretty!” one of them cried and Seungkwan nodded “I know! She’s so beautiful and she’s a veterinarian too! She literally saves puppies' lives” he cried. The women all gushed and Mingyu sighed “how does Seungkwan always make friends wherever we go?”. The8 shrugged “I have no idea but it’s a talent really”. “Anyone notice how he always brings up y/n? Woozi asked.

Scoups nodded “i’m pretty sure that’s what makes them trust him. He’s very in love with her and they seem to love that”. “Honestly i’m just glad he’s got someone else to talk about her to” Jeonghan shrugged “you know the drunker he gets the more fixated on her he’ll become so I say let him focus it all on them”.

The others all nodded “yeah I agree” and watched as Seungkwan called you to introduce you to his new friends. “It’s pretty sweet though, how whenever he’s drunk he just wants to talk about y/n” Joshua commented. Dk smiled “yeah it is, Seungkwan is so in love with her”. “She’s the same with him too” Wonwoo added “remember that time they both got drunk and called each other for 3 hours?”. The members all laughed and Jeonghan smiled. “I guess I can tolerate hearing about her for the 100th time then” and all the members agreed.

Vernon - Doesn't reveal details about you he isn't sure you wouldn't want others to know.

Dk and Hoshi were watching a movie while having a loud debate in the kitchen when Vernon walked in.

“Ow good Vernon’s here, he can settle it!” Hoshi said and Dk nodded “yes! He has a girlfriend and a sister”. “You both have sisters” Vernon replied laughing and they nodded “yeah but they’re older so they had their stuff together”. Vernon nodded “okay so what's your question”. “So you know when y/n goes on her period, is she really moody and violent?” Dk asked.

That was not the question Vernon was expecting and his eyes widened slightly. “Why do you want to know this?”. “Because we were watching this movie and the main girl came on her period and got really angry and aggressive”. “So is y/n like that?” Hoshi asked.

Vernon laughed awkwardly “I don’t really think I should answer”. “Why?” the duo asked completely confused. “Well because it’s a private matter and just because she’s my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m entitled to tell her stories”. “Please we won’t tell anyone!” Dk cried and Vernon sighed “I’ll text her and ask if she’s okay with it, hey maybe she could actually explain it to you”. “That’d be great thank you! I have so many questions after watching this film” Hoshi sighed. Dk nodded “yeah like surely there’s not that much blood right?”.

Vernon paused mid-text “wait what film were you watching?”. “Carrie, why?” Dk asked innocently naive. Vernon sighed and couldn’t help smirking “y/n is gonna find this so funny when I tell her”.

Dino - Always texting you

The members didn’t always get a chance to hang out all 13 of them casually so they took every chance they got but recently Dino had been a little distracted.

“He always does it. Last week we were at a restaurant just the two of us, I get up for two seconds to ask for more sauce and he’s on the phone to her” Seungkwan said. “She called me and I thought you were in the bathroom!” Dino cried. Mingyu nodded “yeah so why did you talk to her for five minutes after he got back?”. “Because there was a spider and she needed encouragement to kill it!” Dino said as if that explained everything. “Typical, remember when we went to the cinema and he kept texting under his shirt as if we couldn’t see him” Scoups said and Jeonghan nodded “he even laughed at her joke out loud”. Dino paused “well it was really funny...” less sure how he could explain that one.

“Just face it Dino you’ve got a problem” Seungkwan said and Dino sighed “I just like to be in contact with her in case she needs me”. Wonwoo nodded “we get that but it is rude to the people you’re with so maybe go to the toilet to check it every half an hour and put it away in your bag the rest of the time? You don’t want to lose friends over something so small”. Dino sighed nodding “you’re all right. Okay I’ll put my phone and won’t text y/n all night”.

The members nodded “thanks but why don’t you just invite her? She could’ve come” Vernon said. “Really?” Dino asked excitedly “i’ll call her now!” and he rushed outside. The members all watched and then laughed. “Well I think we got through somewhat” Joshua said and they smiled. “Maybe, either way atleast the maknae is happy” Scoups said and everyone nodded. A happy Maknae = a happy group.

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