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namjooningelsewhere · 2 years

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War Of The Hearts - #1

Pairing - OT7 x reader (DJ) and OT7 x Lily

Word Count - 6154

Ratings - 18+

Genre(s) - Mafia au, Angst , Fluff, mentions of smut.

Trigger Warnings - Mentions of Death, Mentions of Trauma , minor alcohol consumption, mentions of torture and shootouts and mentions of bloodshed.

Summary - You've been lurking in the shadows, protecting the seven of Bangtan even if it means you must give your own life. After all, that's what you do when you are in love with someone irrevocably. That pain seems to be miniscule in light of their safety. But it was never about you, for all you are is a speck of dust in the universe they have created for them and their girlfriend. Your heart's at war, but it's fine, you can smile through the pain as long as it means they smile- for her.

A/N - This is something I wrote while I was camped out somewhere extremely serene and this happened to hit me right there. There will be a part two to this and a final one.

This is my first OT7 written fic, and one of the writers whose OT7 writings I absolutely adore and a sucker for turned out to be my beta reader for this fic, and the best part? She reached out!!!!Thankyou Jay @jayhopely ❤️ for beta reading this for me❤️ Thankyou for taking out time for this and giving me such wonderful insights on this. I really have a long list to thankyou for🤭 Also, for the title and also helping me with the summary as well. Im so glad to have found a friend in you luv✨❤️

Stupid, An absolute Fool is what you and anyone else who knows you says. There are a lot of things that you have achieved in the twenty six years of your life on earth.

A feared Mafia woman who belonged to the most powerful Mafia circle - check

A woman who single-handedly runs an arms racket all over the country and internationally without giving a flying fuck to the other members of the circle - check

You were passed down this business as the only child to the notorious Lee Jihyun, but expanding it from Seoul to International organizations was all your doing.

But the people who knew you in close proximity, one of the very few that you could count on your fingers, knew that you had a side list as well, a rather embarrassing one.

Falling in love with people who are already in love with someone else. - check

Witnessing their entire dating history in eight years by staying on the sidelines yet not giving up on them. - check

Remaining scarily calm when you're held at gunpoint but having no balls whatsoever to just say a simple I like you to the seven people who have been the centre of your attention. - Check

"You're drooling" Jeh states, pushing a flute of champagne in your hands. You rolled your eyes at him but didn't take your eyes off the seven men who stood talking a few meters away from you. Dressed in all black suits with diamond cufflinks and each with a montone tie except Jungkook who had left a few buttons open, were a vision to the eyes.

"Go away before I gauge your eyes out" you scoffed at your bestie who made sure to remind you every time the boys and you happened to be under the same roof. "They have a girlfriend, I hope you know that." You murmured a silent acknowledgement.

"But again, when has that ever stopped you? I think I stopped keeping a count after 9, but I think this one is here to stay. It's been three years and they've been going strong. That's the longest for Bangtan.'' he added and you rolled your eyes again. You were literally there when Lily joined them, literally there when they introduced her to the circle after six months of dating her, and you were also there all the times when they brought her to parties like this one and fawned upon her.

In all these years, you were sure of one thing- Lily was the heartbeat to the hearts of Bangtan and you were just a mere spectator who listened to the beatings of the said heart.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" You heard a voice next to you. Your gaze was fixed on Yoongi who was scowling hard at some shit Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were pulling. Without looking at the side, a smile crept at your face, and you whispered a, "Yes, they are"

Looking at the seven men often threw you into a trance and you never wanted to snap out of it.

"You should try talking to them, you know" the same voice spoke again and you smiled a little harder but in pain, "Naah, they already have someone who reigns their hearts, I'm happy to watch them being happy." You heard a small chuckle from your side but a voice pulled you out of your trance.

"Lily, baby girl we've been looking for you." Namjoon walked over to you, and your neck snapped at the side to see Lily standing beside you. She was smiling, but there was something unreadable in her eyes.

Wow! Just wow! You literally had confessed your undying love to their girlfriend. How more embarrassing could you be?

Before you could say something to Lily, Namjoon pulled her into a kiss and you backed off. Lily looked at you but you immediately moved away in haste before the years welling in your eyes threatened to spill.

Fuck your life.

You move away from the party and towards the pool. You watch the calm turquoise water glistening in the moonlight. Basking in the silence, your thoughts began running wild again.

You and the boys grew up together, it wasn't like you were friends; just the kids of the members of the circle who were trained together, but the boys were always kind. You were the only daughter/girl in the circle who was set in to take after her father. So it was a regular occurrence where people made fun of the fact that a woman would run the business in this line, or there would be times when they would try to imply that a woman wasn't strong enough or ruthless enough.

But when it came to the boys, they were nothing but supportive. Usually when comments like these would put you down they made sure to assure you with comments like "Comeon DJ these are just old geezers, you're way better than most of us anyway" or "You're built for this aren't you?".

They challenged you every step of the way to prove that you were no less. They were with you along every step of the way, speaking for you and at times fighting for you and with you.

But later on life happened and the unspoken friendship transitioned to just mere acquaintances. But the eighteen year old DJ who fell in love with all those stubborn idiots stayed right there.

A light tap on your shoulder bought you back to back to where you were wrapped in the silence of the moment. You turned towards the source and the second time you froze again. Lily!

"Listen I'm really sorry for earlier okay, just know I didnt---"

"I'm sorry" she apologized and you looked at her bewildered. Why was this woman apologizing?

"Why are you apologizing? Gosh this is embarrassing, I should be the one to apologise."

She caught your hand and stroked her finger at the back of your hand. "I'm sorry it's me and not you." Exactly what you needed! How is this even logically possible? What exactly was this woman apologizing for? For example, you would have gladly clawed out someone's eyes if they would look at your lovers like that, and here she was apologizing because your love wasn't being reciprocated.

You now know exactly why everybody always said Lily was here to stay, and why she was the woman who was dating Bangtan for three years when most of their relationships wouldn't even see the light of the six month mark. This woman was too good for her own good.

Before you could respond, Hoseok's voice echoed through the place. "Baby we need to leave, everyone's looking for you." He pulled her by his side and kissed her head. You looked down, this was painful.

"DJ, Good to see you." He smiled at you and you nodded. "Good to see you too, Hoseok -ssi." You greeted him back and excused yourself from the couple, Hoseok looked like he was seconds away from shoving his tongue right down Lily's throat.

"Enjoyed the show DJ?" Jeh smirked and you scoffed at him. "You know right you're actively trying to get yourself killed? Can you not rub it in my face anymore?"

"Exactly, why would you willingly put yourself through this pain? This is just you, this one sided love that you're harbouring inside will kill you one day, and not to mention your side job of being their body guard." Jeh rubs your back and you sigh, blinking back your tears.

It was useless, you had been through this conversation with Jeh a million times before and you were sure you would be again, a million times in the future, but the outcome would always be the same.

"Let’s leave please." Jeh nodded and you took his arm towards the exit.

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You played with the gun on your table, dismantling it and assembling it again and again. The events of yesterday still ran fresh in your mind and there was a deep frown etched in your face as Lily wouldn't leave your thoughts. Her apology kept repeating in your mind over and over again. Why would someone apologize over something like this? Why wasn't she jealous?

"Duty calls bodyguard DJ." Jeh walked into the study, a different conviction in his stride. Very strangely he enjoyed these body guard duty calls. So basically you had another side job which started off by accident but you continued doing it by your own free will.

It was 7 years ago on a fateful night you happened to be in a crossfire that happened when Bangtan was out on a drug deal, and things went haywire and somehow they were double crossed. The rival gang had managed to ambush the seven of them, you were barely a wall away in that old abandoned factory, when the gunshots rang.

Watching the seven trying to eliminate the men, you had commanded your men to start firing at the opposite gang, and suddenly out of the dark night the seven men were not alone and somebody else was also firing at the rival gang for them.

The shootout ended with the elimination of the rival gang, but you never showed them your face and your men had been surprisingly sneaky to avoid any interaction.

Since that night, you were somehow indirectly involved in keeping a watch over the shady deals that had a chance of going wrong. As deluded that sounded and as powerful they already were, this wasn't absolutely necessary and it wasn't like every deal went south.

But there were instances when this duty ended up saving either of their lives.

It started when Yoongi got shot in the shoulder, when Taewon tried to cross him and you ended up shooting the sniper who was stationed behind Yoongi. You managed to put the sniper out but Taewon somehow managed to put a bullet in his shoulder. Yoongi had raised his injured hand to shoot him, and you had striked exactly that moment aiming straight between his eyebrows.

You were absolutely sure Yoongi wouldn't have noticed it considering both had fired at the same time.

And so began your side hustle, which ultimately made your best friend realise you were absolutely and hopelessly in love with the seven boys of Bangtan.

"Who is it now?"

"Jimin and Taehyung killed Dong-Hyun yesterday, his father is out for both of them, something is going down at 12 tonight in Sinchon." Jeh added and you stopped the assembling of the gun and looked up.

You leaned your head back and reached for your phone out of your pocket. You dialed the one number that would exactly know where Jimin and Taehyung would be. It would be hilarious if anyone ever knew that one of the members of the circle were tailed like this, they'd gasp in surprise but yet you had successfully managed to tail them and locate them in times of need and you had your network to thank for that.

"They're out for the Busan Consignment, should be heading back by 11." So that's where Song-Ho would catch them exactly an hour later in Sinchon.

"What are you going to do now? What if they kill them?" Jeh asked and you walked over to his side.

"They're definitely going to kill him if they lay their hands on him. What if they never see him in the first place?" You smirked, and Jeh knew right there it was time to break the pattern.

You arrived at Sinchon bridge just as the message said and Jeh made a few calls to pin the exact location. "Second left from the bridge near the old checkpoint." You began walking and Jeh jogged up the distance sighing in irritation. Nothing of this made sense to him, but he would be there to make sure you didn't get your ass busted.

"We have a car, you know?" Jeh announced and you laughed. Clueless idiot! "We can't alert them you know?" You sing-songed and he let out an annoyed sigh. The things people do for love.

"Make sure the obstacles are set and keep the shooter on standby if this fails they come in. Those rats need to be killed today." Song-Ho's boisterous voice echoed through the silence of the night and the men with him got in action.

"Hello Song-Ho," You walked up to the older man, who was immensely surprised by your presence. He definitely wasn't expecting you to be here. "DJ what are you doing here?" He looked at you with a stern expression and all you wanted to do was laugh in his face.

"Let's rephrase that question a little bit Song, what are you doing here?" You added mirroring his expression and fishing out your gun from your jeans. His eyebrows furrowed when you unlocked the safety lock and held it casually, rotating it in your hands.

"This is none of your business DJ, I suggest you leave if you want your pretty face safe." He stated smugly and that my friend was the first strike.

"What if I'm not leaving Song-Ho? What if this is my business?" You snickered and he lost it. "Kill this woman." He ordered his men and nobody moved. Jeh and you burst out laughing and he looked at you like you had grown a second head.

"They're aren't your men Song-Ho. You should have looked a little more carefully"

The men in question immediately pointed their guns at Song Ho and he broke out in a cold sweat. Check mate! Exactly what DJ was known for.

"What the hell is this? None of this is for you DJ. Why are you in the middle of this?" He tried to plead but you weren't in a particularly generous mood today. You hopped on to the bonnet of the car nearby and looked at the men who immediately held Song down.

"You're whore for those boys aren't you?" He spat and you chuckled. The audacity of this man. "Rot in hell you little slut.'' he spat again and you brought out the calm DJ smile while Jeh rained punches on the old man's face.

"I don't have all the time in the world Song-Ho to track down your antics. I'd rather eliminate the threat right away, I don't leave loose ends, you see and yes, I'll see you in hell old man." You pulled the trigger and aimed straight for the head. Song-Ho fell to the ground.

"Dispose him off and clear up the mess." You got down from the bonnet and started walking again. Jeh kept staring at you while you two walked, and soon enough Song-Ho's car passed by you. Job done.

"Is this how it is going to be? We eliminate the threat even before it reaches them?" Jeh questioned and you nodded. It was logical, why wait for the danger to run its course if you could nip it in the bud itself?

You were still walking when the anticipated Jimin's Porsche Cayenne passed by and you breathed a sigh of relief. They were safe.

"You really are something else you know DJ?"

The next morning marked the beginning of a new chaos for the Circle. The useless buggers had been a tad bit too careful and Song-Ho's body had been discovered and identified.

The circle immediately called for a meeting and all the members had assembled in an instant, also not to mention Song-Ho was a member of the circle.

"Namjoon, are you sure Song-Ho wasn't killed by you considering his son was his victim?'' Senior Jung questioned and Namjoon cleared his throat. "With all due respect Jung-nim, it was Dong Hyun who tried to kill Jimin and Taehyung and what happened after was a measure of self defence. I'll have you know we don't intend to violate on purpose. But we don't sit idle either if someone tries to cross us." There, right there was Namjoon, the guy who had the command that would have you listen. You could bet your life, it would be him to head the circle once senior Jung would retire or be killed or die naturally.

The room fell silent and you studied the faces in the room. They looked like they were extremely pained by Song-Ho’s death, but those two were a pain in the ass either way, so really, they should be thanking you.

All you wanted was to laugh till your eyes cried when Senior Jung tried to make Song-Ho's murder sound like treason or like somebody was out to get the members of the circle or trying to overthrow their dynasty. Bullshit! Just tons and tons of bullshit! What the actual fuck were these old men going on about.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the meeting was over, and you hurried out. Shit like this was claustrophobic as it is. You were walking out when you bumped into someone. "I am so sorry, I wasn't looking." The voice said and you looked up to see a smiling Lily.

"All we do is apologize when we meet." Lily chuckled and you smiled as well. She is sweet. "Lily." she introduced herself and you giggled. She looked amused. "Why are you laughing?" She asked and you laughed a bit more. You of all people definitely knew Lily, and here she was introducing herself so modestly.

"Of course I know who you are, Ms.Lily." you replied and she laughed, "Oh please DJ, Ms.Lily? Just Lily.” you nodded your head and suddenly she took your arm and started walking towards the door.

If she wasn't pulling you along, you would literally have frozen in your place. Was this woman for real? You walked with her and she was staring at nothing, looking like she was contemplating something.

"How long?" She asked and suddenly that piqued your interest. You knew exactly what she was asking but you were literally unsure of answering her.

"You want the hard truth or a satisfactory lie?" You asked and she giggled. "Of course the truth, dummy."

Dummy.. the fuck? No one ever called you a dummy, if anything it was always the opposite.

"Eight years." she gasped and immediately hopped right in front of you. "Are you for real?"

"Exactly what I wanted to ask you." She smiled at you and took your hand again. This woman really needed to stop. "Why aren't you jealous or something?" You asked.

"Jealous of what? It's not like I have control over your emotions. And besides they are that kind to be loved." She added and you literally could feel the room spinning.

This woman is incredible, literally incredible. How is she like this? Is it even valid to be so understanding?

"It hurts doesn’t it?" She asked suddenly, her tone dead serious. You nodded and she squeezed your hand a little bit tighter. But before she could say anything, Jimin came barreling towards her, pulling her in his arms and by default your hand too. You tried to pull your hand away, but you froze when she held it tighter. It was like she didn't want to let it go.

"DJ, woman I've been looking for you and--” Jeh froze midway when he saw the awkward situation you were standing in- Jimin hugging the shit out of Lily and your one hand tightly clasped in hers.

You threw him a ‘save me’ look, but right at that moment Namjoon joined the crowd and he acknowledged your presence, and Lily let go of your hand. You literally thanked the heavens a million times in a second.

This absolutely did not make sense.What the fuck was that? Jeh nudged you and you bid your goodbyes and left.

"What on earth was that?" Jeh stopped you once you were outside. "I'll tell you when I figure it out". Weird. Fucking weird was what you wanted to call the day.

At Crecenzo : Bangtan House

"It's confirmed. Song-Ho was out for me and Jimin that night. Something was up at Sinchon" Taehyung spoke up.

"And he was killed before he got to us?" Jimin added.

"Well, it looks like it." Taehyung added. Namjoon frowned from his seat. "So this explains only one thing." Before he could speak up, Yoongi pinned a piece of paper on the board and attached the thread from the last pin.

"108." Yoongi announced. Jin choked on his drink and his face immediately turned red. "Are you fucking serious?" He sounded shocked and the rest weren't any different either.

"This is insane. I don't exactly understand this. What the fuck is this person upto?" Namjoon looked at the board. 108 events in 8 eight years. He was baffled to say the least. He had absolutely no idea how someone magically turned up when shit hit the fan and saved the day.

They were powerful men, but they were human too. As prepared as they could, sometimes things could work out against them but somehow every time there was this magical someone who would swoop in and save the day.

Namjoon still remembered the day, absolutely clear. The day he wouldn't forget until he breathed his last. The only day where he saw death hanging tight over their heads. The day where he saw death close over his loves, the day where he thought he was going to lose the six pieces of his heart.

Right before they exhausted their bullets, and Taehyung got injured, a group of men came in suddenly out of nowhere and started raining hellfire on the rival gang. Namjoon never believed in God, but that day, that miracle made him thank the presence above. But before he could thank the men, they had already disappeared in different directions.

He couldn't go behind them since Tae was injured, but those patterns kept repeating and soon enough Yoongi drew the pattern to trace it. But the complicated part was it was never tracked. Eight years and still no clues.

As long as it didn't harm them, they didn't mind. And according to Jin, eight years is a long time to harm someone. And you don't help someone when you have wrong intentions.

Bangtan was fullyaware of your side hustle, they just didn't know who it was and why. Everyone had their own concept.

"So what now?" Jungkook asked and all the six heads looked up at him and it was already established that there wouldn't be any clues. But what did they have to lose?

What they didn't know was there was another storm brewing up in their own house. The love of their life was up for nights now contemplating something or maybe rather someone!

Life fell into routine after the weird encounter with Lily and things rather calmed down.

"This is so nice when we are just being baddies and not being someone's guardian angel." Jeh chimed in. You were out in the city to do some mundane tasksf. You smacked the back of Jehs head, he could get to you in ways no one could but you would still give away your life for him if the situation demanded and the little shit knew it.

"Code Red." Jeh suddenly alerted you and you looked in his direction. Chan-Yeol. Absolute piece of shit. He and his older brother were the most troublesome people you had encountered, they were all bark and no bite so you always kept them at an arm's distance.

"Look who the cat dragged in!" Chan-Yeol sneered at you and Jeh and instinctively your hand reached for your gun, and Jeh held your hand to stop it. "Talking about yourself Chan?" You asked and Chan-Yeol growled.

"Think you're too smart, aren't you DJ?" He scoffed and you just waved your hand infront of your face. "I don't think darling, I already am." He looked like he was about to burst, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at you straight in his eyes, "After Bangtan it's you, just you wait." Okay now he had your full attention. What was this about Bangtan in line?

He started walking away and you jogged up to him leaving a baffled Jeh behind at your sudden interest. "I want in." you announced and he stopped in his tracks.

"What do you mean DJ?'' you shrugged your shoulders and looked at him and with the most false convincing look you could muster. "If you're up for taking Bangtan down, I want in." he looked at you with suspicion yet you still remained as calm as ever.

"Scared now? So that we won't hurt you next?" He said with a smug smile and you could literally take him down without lifting a finger. Funny how they think they could destroy what you've built in all these years. You had a reputation for being the destroyer and well, Bangtan was Bangtan.

"Yes, very scared Chan. But you will reconsider right if I help you in it? Come on man cut me some slack." He literally smirked. His face screamed "oh poor baby, look at you so scared."

"I have the ace of Bangtan, and I have something that will destroy the root of them. Wait till you see them destroyed. I'm going to rip those bastards heart.'' You were genuinely curious as to what he had on them.

You were for sure going to be surprised.

You texted Jeh to go back to the warehouse and wait for the dispatch of logistics if needed. You were about to take a risk and hell, you were all about it. Well Bangtan may have played a part in it.

Chan-Yeol gestured to you to come with him, and you followed. The younger one was definitely the foolish one, full of ego. Did no one ever teach him to be cautious?

You followed him in your car while Jeh rushed back. You may or may not have kept an eye but now getting this shit thrown at your face. This was something another level planning that the universe was putting you up against.

You arrived at a warehouse right on the outskirts of the city. Chan-Yeol got down and roughly grabbed your hand and led you to the entrance. Damn this was it. You were counting patiently in your head to not rip his hands right out of his sockets.

You walked into the old warehouse and you immediately saw red. Right there was a figure slouched on a chair and you recognised it- Lily. Damn these assholes had hit a new low.

Chan-Yeol came barrelling towards you and the younger one stepped in, “She is in this with us Hyung.” He looked at you and smirked.

"Welcome DJ, we just got stronger" he high-fived his brother and right at that moment, Lily chose to wake up. She looked at you with bleaky eyes and you felt bad. Fuck, she didn't deserve this- getting caught up in the crossfire because she chose to love someone in this line.

Lily was absolutely calm when she saw you, and you just tapped two fingers behind you to gesture you were on her side. You pretended to check your phone and exclaimed loudly. "Shit!" the brothers looked up at you and pretended to panic.

"Bangtan knows you got her here, we need to move before they ambush us." The Chan brothers laughed. You facepalmed. There was no chance you'd be able to get out of here alive between twenty men and moreover, you'd end up getting Lily killed too.

"Have you gone nuts? Do you realise shifting her to some place else will give you a window to plan ahead and turn it on them." You mustered up the all courage you had and they stopped for a second. Good, that's exactly what you needed.

"Don't be stupid, you need to be smart even if it means to retreat a little. That makes you wise." They discussed something in a low voice and you just hoped you got into their head enough. They skeptically nodded their heads.

"But we're going to your warehouse, you're taking us there. They won't think that far." You jumped in joy internally. Fools, absolutel fools. "Done. Let's move now before they're here."

They grabbed Lily roughly and followed you. Lily was pushed inside the van and Chan Yeom stayed behind in the van while the younger joined you in your car. You immediately texted Jeh.

You: Eta 20, bringing two banquets alert NJ.

You were sure Jeh would take over and plan it accordingly. Since you started driving, Chan-Yeul was chattering his lungs out about how he was going to bargain and what he would bargain for in exchange for Lily. Really was it that easy? You tuned out his mindless chatter and concentrated on driving.

You arrived at your warehouse and looked at the guy beside you. He was busy looking out of the window and you cleared your throat. The men in the van immediately got out and you led them inside.

You called out to Jeh to take Lily inside and the men filed in. "This is nice shit." The older one chirped and momentarily you felt bad for them. Poor things didn't even know what would happen next to them.

''So you didn't tell us why you wanted Bangtan down?" Chan-Yeom circled around you like a prey and you stifled a giggle. "Who said I wanted them down?"

Chan-Yeol suddenly made a move towards you, his fists ready to punch the shit out of you, but you twisted his arm and spun him around in your grip and aimed your gun at his head. "What were you saying Chan-Yeol? You would hunt me down after Bangtan? Is it?"

Chan-Yeom snarled towards you but you tightened your grip on his brother and he stopped midway. Taking that as cue, your men encircled the crowd and shot the Chan brothers men one by one and a million gunshots later, all there was left was Jeh, the Chan brothers and Lily and you.

"Alerted Namjoon?'' you asked Jeh and he nodded. "You fucking whore!" Chan-Yeom snarled towards you and you took the perfect shot at his knees. He wasn't your prey after all. It would only be fair if he was thrown at Bangtans mercy. After all, it was their woman whom he had messed with.

He fell to the ground wincing in pain and Chan-Yeol took the gun lying near one of the dead men's feet and aimed it at you and you reacted exactly at the moment aiming it at his right shoulder. The brothers winced on the ground.

"Why didn't you let me die?" A voice spoke behind you and you looked at the woman in disbelief. "And what would that get me?" You replied and she smiled. Fuck, the woman wasn't even shook.

"If I wanted something like that, I wouldn't have waited for eight years. I told you this that day and I am telling you now, I am happy watching them happy. And you, my buddy, make them happy."

You added but there was still the underlying pain inside. You had to accept the fact that maybe they would never be yours. And you were okay with it.

The door flew open and footsteps followed in. You leaned on the wall next to you and Lily rushed to hug the members. Namjoon held her in a tight grip and the rest of them followed suit. You stood at the side as always, watching the men you loved pour their tears out as if no one was watching. The lot in front of you weren't any mafia, but just seven men who almost lost the love of their lives. They finally smiled when Lily assured everyone she was okay and automatically a smile spread across your face. Shit you were whipped for these men.

Jeh cleared his throat and the group immediately glanced at the men on the ground. Namjoon spoke first, "Mind if we take them DJ?" You smiled at him.

"They're all yours Namjoon-ssi, after all it's your woman they've put hands on." Jimin and Hoseok dragged the men with them. You were about to turn over when Jungkook came running towards you and engulfed you in a bear hug muttering a million thank yous.

You froze in the spot, everything coming back to you from the past eight years. His tears kept streaming onto your jacket and immediately tears welled up in your eyes. It was painful, to have him trust you with that vulnerable emotion yet it wasn't you who it was for. He was just thankful to the person who saved his woman.

You quickly pulled away, there was no way you could hug him back and let him go. One by one everyone hugged you and thanked you. You literally felt a million emotions in a minute and you couldn't even process it.

"Thank you for saving my life DJ." Lily held your hands and you smiled at her. She hugged you once again before leaving and you sighed. Hell you couldn't hate this woman. She was sincere and she had no ulterior motives.

As soon as the men left, you broke down and Jeh held you close. Being on the side was a different thing but it was different when they hugged you and thanked you for saving their woman. All the love, pain and the saddness that you had it inside, you were seeing it in their eyes but they weren't for you. It was never going to be you.

At Crecenzo : Bangtan House

The boys filed into the house after taking care of the Chan brothers. Lily was in the shower and they fled to her room waiting for her to come out.

"Baby girl, fuck fuck thank god you're okay. We thought we lost you." Jimin and Jin hugged her from both sides, tears streaming from their faces. Lily hugged them back tightly.

"You're okay right? They didn't hurt you right?" Taehyung asked, taking her hands in his. She smiled and caressed his face with her delicate fingers and he leaned into her touch.

“I’m really okay, you guys don't worry." Lily tried reassuring them but it was of no use, Jungkook just wouldn't stop crying and neither was Jimin. Hoseok and Namjoon stood silently while all of this unfolded. Both of them had a bit of trouble expressing themselves, but they would make sure you knew they were thankful for your safety when they snuggle next to you today.

That night Lily had different thoughts as she laid in her lover's arms. There were a million things in her mind. For starters, the fact that you could have easily gotten rid of her, yet you didn't. You were true to your words and somehow she didn't at all mind the fact that it had been eight years, that you of all people were in love with her lover's for eight years.

Suddenly Lily found a way to the issue at the back of her mind. She had been noticing you for quite some time. Your good intentions only confirmed it. She knew exactly how to proceed with this situation and she exactly knew now where and how to fit you in.

After all, you were her last chance and her last hope.

Florenzo - Your Penthouse :

A few days passed by, all you did was wallow in your house. You were drunk on your sorrows and the alcohol didn't seem to be helping at all. Shots after shots of whiskey went down your throat but the burn was nothing compared to what your heart was feeling.

"DJ, wake up woman! I swear to god I will kill you if you don't wake up right now. You've been holed up in here since a week now."

You groaned at the light flooding your room. You finally managed to get out of your room and freshen up. You showered and brushed your teeth and wore your comfortable clothes when an urgent knock sounded at your door.

You uttered a come in and Jeh came rushing in, "You have a visitor." He said and you started wondering who exactly could it be. But you stopped functioning the minute you walked into the lounge of your house to see Lily sitting there. What did she want now?

"Hey." you greeted her and she moved over to you and hugged you. You hugged her back and she went back to the couch, lifting her coffee cup to her lips. Your staff placed your cup infront of you and looked at her in confusion.

"I came here to talk to you." She started and you took slow sips of your drink, "Yeah tell me." you replied and she took a long breath and circled the cup.

"I came to ask if you wanted to join us?" She asked and you furrowed your brows in confusion. "Join us as in?" You were genuinely confused.

"By joining us I mean, be ours. Join our relationship" you choked really hard in your drink and the air wheezed out of your lungs. What the actual hell was this woman talking about? Lily rushed over to you and patted your back and you looked at her bewildered.

"Be yours?" You asked again to make sure.

"Yes, DJ be our woman. Be ours. If you're okay with it, date us, the eight of us."

What the actual fuck? You were almost sure you died and woke up in an alternative universe where the girlfriend of the people you loved offered you an in in their relationship.

The words kept ringing in your ears.

"Be ours".

Part Two to be continued.

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alltoolewis · 3 years

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you know those high school reunions? so what if ur old school is having one and ur very nervous to go but u show up dating ben... he maybe can be jealous of someone there too but thats just a plus cuz im a sucker for jealous benji :/ please and thank you so muchhhhh

"Hey... what's up??" Ben cooed as he watched you look yourself in the mirror for what felt like the fiftieth time that night. Holding onto one of your shaking hands so he could spin you around, noticing the tears threatening to escape. "Baby..."

"Ben I can't go... " You whispered, voice cracking as you looked down at your floral dress, a gift from Ben's mum "I just can't do it..."

Pulling you in a hug Ben left kisses on your temple, his silent way to tell you that he was there. He knew how hard high school was for you, you weren't the most popular person, if anything you were the least, the one that was constantly bullied for your love of books or the way you adored things that were considered not 'girly'. However all those things they hated, were all the reasons why Ben loved you, he loved the way you would rather stay at home than go out and party, a book in your hand as you wear one of his old t-shirts, glasses perched on the end of your nose... the minute he met you he knew you were different & he wouldn't charge you for the world.

"You can't come with me, Ben.." You sniffled as you lifted your head from his chest, tears stains visible on his freshly ironed shirt but he couldn't care less. "I'm an embarrassment..." Not being able to finish your sentence as you felt his familiar lips on yours, lips moving in sync as he tried his best to take away your insecurity.

"Listen to me..." he whispered as he pulled apart, pushing his forehead against your as he caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears "You are not an embarrassment (y/n)… do you know how proud I am when I walk alongside you in the street? Do you know how jealous I get when someone else looks at you in the way only I should? Because you mrs...” Leaning down he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose “Are the closest thing to perfect... and I’m so fucking honoured to be able to call you mine!...”

Turning you back round to the mirror, he wrapped his arms around your waist, biting your earlobe gently “So we are gonna go & I’m gonna show everyone how they had perfection under there nose the whole time... and they were too fucking blind to see it!”

& With Ben by your side you did just that, walking through the hall as prying eyes followed you every move. Ben holding your hand tight as whispers surrounded you, but not the type you were expecting.

‘who is she?’

‘is that (y/n?’

‘when did she get hot?’

“What did I say about about other men looking at you?” Ben gritted through his teeth, giving yet another married man a ‘fuck off’ as he swayed along with you, hands gripping you tighter. “I never knew you were the jealous type!” You giggled, resting your head on his heavy chest, as his eyes continued to scan round the room.

“Because you never realised how beautiful you are!” Lifting up your chin, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips mumbling the words you have heard him say for 3 years now but are dying to hear for 100 more.

“I love you princess!”

“I love you more Benji!”

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell imagine

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willowbird · 3 years

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hi! im a sucker for mutual pining so can i ask for roommates!au+ childhood friends + “you know i’ll do anything for you.” for pynch? 💛

You sure can lovely, you know I'll do anything for you 😉 (see what I did there?)

I also decided to make this a sick fic because I can. Hope you enjoy!

Ronan Lynch woke up feeling like death warmed over. Now this wasn't an altogether unfamiliar sensation, but it usually followed a night of heavy drinking and too many tacos sourced from questionable food trucks. Last night Ronan had been fucking responsible, thank you. He could have gone out and gotten trashed with some not-quite-friends he knew from around town. Instead, he had specifically stayed home and not gotten shit-faced because he had important shit to do today.

See, responsible. He could do it. Fuck you, Declan.

With an enthusiastic groan of anguish, Ronan rolled over and made to push himself up into a sitting position. His hand slipped off the edge of the bed in the attempt, however, and two seconds later he was in a heap on the floor with absolutely no energy nor motivation to try again.

At least, not until he heard a light knock on the door followed by a familiar voice calling, "Ronan? You alright in there?"

"Fuck," he grumbled to himself - except his face was trapped between his arm and the floor, so it came out more like 'frushk'.

The door creaked open and Ronan managed to summon the energy to lift his arm just enough to see Adam's bare feet peak into the room. How had he never noticed how elegant Adam's ankles were? The man could be a dancer if he wanted to, Ronan was sure of it - not that he knew anything about dancing or what dancers bodies should look like. Adam was wearing his pajama pants still, which was odd because Adam was always up way before Ronan and was usually fully dressed by the time Ronan dragged his ass out of bed - which he only ever did when the time was still in single-digits if he had absolutely no other choice (or if Adam was making breakfast... so... almost every day, but then he went back to bed). It was a shame, though, because Adam's calves were elegant, too. One wouldn't think men's calves could be pretty, but Adam's were. They fit the line of his legs like calligraphy, gently curving while holding all of this strength. That was to say nothing for his thighs. Ronan would happily be crushed by Adam's thighs.

"Um..." said Adam, and Ronan realized that he'd grabbed the hem of Adam's pant leg and was lifting it up, his body attempting to listen to his (likely fever-induced) inner ramblings and desire to see more of Adam's (perfect) legs.

With no energy to explain or defend himself, Ronan grunted and just let his hand drop back to the floor. A moment later he felt the air shift around him and when he realized he'd closed his eyes he forcibly peeled them open again to see that Adam had crouched down beside him.

Ah fuck, look at that bedhead. This was unfair. Ronan should get to see Adam's cute bedhead every day. But no, Adam had to be one of those people who got up at the asscrack of fucking dawn. He had to be one of those jerks who owned a comb. Despicable.

Adam caught his hand, the wayward limb having lifted to reach for aforementioned cute bedhead against Ronan's will.

"Alright, come on now Lynch, let's get you back in bed." Adam's voice was soft and very close now, which was funny because Adam was supposed to be far away. Adam was always too far away. Except this next time when Ronan opened his eyes he realized that Adam wasn't far away at all, he was right there, with his arm around Ronan, helping him sit up.

"When'd you get buff, Parrish?" Ronan grumbled as Adam all but deadlifted him from the floor to get him back on the bed.

Adam's quiet chuckle brushed against the side of Ronan's neck like a kiss. "What, did you think me going to the gym four days a week was for show? Gotta be able to lug your ass around."

"You calling me fat?"

"Yes."

"Bitch."

This time, Adam's laugh was a bit more full but it stayed quiet, like Adam knew about the angry cotton that had taken over the inside of Ronan's skull and didn't want to antagonize it.

Ronan was horizontal the next time he opened his eyes and Adam was woefully far away. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting the covers, which really wasn't all that far, but look -- it was too far. His hands were eager to obey his inner ramblings apparently, because without Ronan's say-so they had lifted again, reaching for Adam.

Adam caught them easily in his own and squeezed. "I hope you didn't have any big plans today, Lynch. You've definitely got a fever."

"No I don't," Ronan protested, half-distracted by how nicely his and Adam's hands fit together. He'd almost forgotten that, how good it felt to hold Adam's hand. They used to hold hands all the time when they were kids -- because that's what kids did. He remembered always reaching for Adam's hand. Sometimes to pull him up when he fell down, sometimes to grab him to go play, sometimes just because it felt... good to do it. They've been best friends since the summer before kindergarten, them and Gansey and Noah. But it was always Adam's hand Ronan wanted to hold.

But boys don't hold other boys' hands once you reach a certain age. Which, actually, was utter and complete bullshit and Ronan was going to do something about that as soon as he was able to get vertical again. He didn't know what, but he would come up with something, dammit.

"--nan? Ronan? Hey, you still with me?"

Ronan blinked away some cobwebs and focused back up at Adam's face, which was drawn together in concern. "The fuck you talking about Parrish," he rasped out. "I didn't go anywhere."

One of those strong, elegant hands dropped his - but before Ronan could mourn the loss it reached forward to press gently to his forehead, then to his cheek. "Maybe I should take you to the doctor," Adam said through a frown.

"'m fine," Ronan growled out with attempted authority. Adam only stared at him and Ronan rolled his eyes. "It's just... just a stupid cold or something."

Adam was already shaking his head. It took all of Ronan's willpower not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but he managed.

"What're you doing?" he grumbled suspiciously as Adam produced his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Texting my boss."

The shock of confusion that lanced through him at that was sharp enough to kickstart his brain and wake him up a little bit. "What? Why?"

Adam gave him another look, and damnit if the man didn't look like a sexy, disapproving librarian - even without the glasses. "Ronan, you're sick. If that fever gets any higher you really will have to go to the doctor."

"So?" Something was not computing. Why should Ronan's stupid body being stupid sick have anything to do with Adam texting his boss? Did Adam's boss know something about fevers?

"So I'm not leaving you by yourself all day."

"You're asking your boss to hire a fucking babysitter?"

"No you ass, I'm calling off for the day."

Ronan blinked. He closed his eyes, counted to three, then opened them again - but Adam was still there. He was looking down at his phone, swiping across it as a message came in. Then he gave a nod and looked back at Ronan. "And it's done."

"Wait. What?"

Adam's expression clouded with worry again, lips pursing and brow drawing in. "Ronan, I just told you..."

"Shit. Fuck. Yeah, I got that. Wait. You're calling in?" Adam Parrish had never called off of work a day in his life. Ronan would know - since he'd been a part of it for about twenty years now. Three weeks after they'd moved in together, Adam had come down with strep throat and had still tried to go into work. His boss had ended up calling Ronan to come haul his ass out of there since Ronan was listed as his emergency contact.

"I'm going to call the doctor..."

Ronan cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I'm not a fucking amnesiac, Parrish. Why the fuck would you call off work for my sorry ass?"

Adam gave him a look, then, and it was a look that had the rest of Ronan's confused protest dying before it even reached the tip of his tongue. When Adam spoke, his voice was softer and his hands - his hands - had abandoned the phone and had returned to take both of Ronan's.

"C'mon, Ro," he said in that quiet, steady voice, "you know I'll do anything for you. Don't you?"

Ronan's throat constricted and his hands curled into fists, except Adam's hands were already tangled in them so he only ended up gripping those hands tighter. It took a moment for him to process that, his brain addled by fever and distracted by confusion.

When the words and the tone and the look in those blue of blue of blue eyes finally clicked, Ronan swallowed hard. Then he opened his mouth, maybe to say 'no I don't' or 'do you mean that the same way I do?' or 'if you fucking no-homo me on this shit Parrish I will kick your ass'. Instead, he rasped out a dazed, "What the fuck time is it?"

Adam blinked, then gave a tired grin and shook his head. "A little after five."

"...AM? Five in the fucking morning? Jesus Christ."

"Don't blame me on this one, Lynch. You're the one who threw yourself out of bed before I even had a chance to shower."

Ronan snorted, then looked up at the other man through bleary eyes, considering his options here. After a long moment of deliberation (that honestly might not have been that long, considering how wobbly his interpretation of time was this morning), Ronan laboriously shifted his body over on the bed so that he was tucked more against the wall. He then patted the newly empty space beside him. "C'mon."

Adam looked at him, then the bed, then at him. "What?"

"Should I call the doctor?" Ronan mocked, then rolled his eyes. "Come on. You don't have to work, and you're up to early. This way you can make sure I don't die in my sleep."

"Not funny, Lynch," Adam warned - but he also set his phone on the bedside table and crawled onto the bed, letting Ronan hold the covers up for him so he could sink into the warmth. Their apartment was too drafty for Adam's bird blood to put up with that sleeping on top of the covers shit. Besides, they'd had how many sleepovers growing up? Sharing a bed was nothing new to them.

The flutter in Ronan's chest when Adam met his eyes, that wasn't all that new either.

"Go back to sleep, Ro. I'm right here."

Ronan sighed, but being given that permission to say 'fuck it' to the rest of the day and just sleep off the haze of sickness clinging to the backs of his eyelids and slinking down his spine was enough to sap the rest of his energy. He closed his eyes, sleep already tugging at him. Later, he wouldn't remember whether or not the soft press of chapped lips to his forehead was real or a dream.

Fun little prompt thingies

#asks #of stars and moon #ficlet prompts #trc fanfic #pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #sick fic #childhood friends #roommates fic #also they share a bed #and there's a forehead kiss #pining #lots of pining

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secret-rendezvous1d · 3 years

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i just want a soft spencer moment where he gives me his fbi jacket bc im cold. like i dont even ask for it, he just shrugs it off and puts it over my shoulders

Please-

She loves wearing his clothes.

She sleeps in one of his t-shirts and she’s always nicking jumpers and sweaters from his wardrobe when she stays over at his place because his apartment was never warm enough for her, she wears his button-downs when its the first piece of clothing she can find on the floor after they’d shagged all night and she has a tendency to nick his socks because her feet are always cold and hers were too thin to keep the chills from her toes. When she stayed at his apartment, all she wanted to do was wear his clothes and it never bothered him that he had to do more of his own laundry than normal because it meant he got to see her in an attire that made her look comfortable and so tiny and sweet.

Because he’s a sucker for seeing her in his clothes.

The way they hang down her frame so loosely, the way the sleeves cover her hands, the way every colour complimented her and looked better on her than it did on him and it never ceased to bring a pinch to his heart when she snuggles a little deeper into the material he had once worn. The smell of his cologne still lingering within the cotton or the wool that dressed her figure... almost like it was a constant hug she was receiving from him.

So it’s no surprise to him when he sees her wearing his coat whilst they work on a case in bad weather and it’s definitely no surprise when he walks on the jet and sees his FBI jacket hanging down her shoulders whilst hers draped over the arm of the chair beside her. All the jackets that the agents owned were all the same colour and they all looked the same, with the same bold and yellow print letters on the back, but he knew it was his because of the sleeves that were baggy and loose and long down the length of her arms; he couldn’t see the entire palm of the hand holding the book she was reading.

He had shrugged it off moments before they boarded the jet, passing it to YN as she clambered the steps and made her way into the warmth of the jet that was ready for take-off and awaiting the team to board and get comfy in their seats, and she took that as her opportunity - not even an opportunity but a suggestion from him -

“You know, you have to start wearing your own clothes. I’ve only got a limited amount,” he sits down beside her and takes a nosey at the book she was in the middle of reading, a smile perking her lips and bringing out the curve of her cheekbones, “what if I needed my jacket? I didn’t say you could wear it when I gave it to you.”

“You could wear mine.”

“Yours? The sleeves would barely reach my elbows and it’d be like a second layer of skin on me with how tight it would be,” he snorts and she giggles at him softly, closing her book up and setting it on the table, freeing her hands so she could adjust the sleeves and cover her hands even more, “might as well just ask the bureau for another one in my size.”

“But then you wouldn’t be wearing this one,” she snuggles a little deeper into the seat and into the material, the collar covering her jawline as she sank down and curled her fingers around the hems of the sleeves, “it smells like you and if you didn’t wear it anymore then it wouldn’t smell like you anymore.”

He nods knowingly, and it’s slow and rather exaggerated, and there are heavy footsteps that echo round the empty jet as the rest of the team boarded and got themselves situated; Morgan and JJ seating themselves opposite Spencer and YN, Hotch sitting behind with Rossi and Prentiss taking comfort on the sofa.

“Don’t go complaining about how good she looks,” Morgan laughs, looking YN in the eyes and grinning, “she’s stylish.”

“Stylish when YN wears it but I look ridiculous?” Spencer questions and he lets an arm slide around her shoulders, her legs kick up and bend so she could sit a little more comfortably when leaning into his side and sliding an arm around his waist, hand hiding underneath the untucked shirt on his upper body, “how does that work?”

“I never said ridiculous, Reid. I just said you could better your clothing range,” he admits and Spencer rolls his eyes, YN giggles and JJ just sits there with an amused smile on her face as the two men bicker amongst themselves, “not ridiculous.”

“It’s the same thing, Morgan.” xx

#spencer reid chats #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagines

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Just randomly thought of a mafia au while listening to Power is Power by SZA and thought of Schweiden Adlers and MSBY Black Jackals as rival organisations and the reader would work for either organisation and in order to get information of the other the reader uses her/their/his charm to seduce them and idk what you wanna do with this i‘ll leave it to you, unless you want me to elaborate further 😂😂 IM A MESS SORRY - your Bokuto bean™️👁👄👁

ISSA MOOD !!!!

sorry the reader is female in this but I tried to make it as lowkey as possible but it was easier for me to write it that way.

hit me up if anyone wants a part two

HOPE YOU LIKE IT BABY 🥺❤️- your Cootie Kurootie™️

masterlist

A/N THIS IS A SMALL FIC NOW :

Index ; Chapter 2 - At the Club

MAFIA AU - Schweiden Adlers VS MSBY Black Jackals

Saturday 11.pm.

All men are the same.

Sway your hips, flutter your eyes and a little pout that’s all it takes.

“Omg I’m so sorry!“ you say while looking up to the men you just accidentally bumped into.

“It’s fine - are you okay?“ the men with - you have to admit - beautiful yellowish eyes asks you.

“Yeah I’m oka- ahh fuck“ you hand grabbed your ankle and you bite your lips.

“Oh shit - let me hep you!“ he men helps you getting up and puts an arm around your shoulders for support.

“Let me help you get home okay? It’s already pretty late and this part of the town isn’t really save when it’s dark - there are some bad guys out there“ he smiles down at you.

Oh yeah - it clearly isn’t save at night. Especially he should know that.

“Uhm I was actually just visiting a friend here .. I live on the other side of the tow... uhm.. I just grab a taxi I guess since he train is already gone now ...“ you look up at him through your lashes while innocently adjusting your small dress.

“I - uhm ... my car is parked two blocks away I can drive you.. after all it’s my fault”

“I don’t want to cause any troubles ..” you mutter.

”oh no! You don’t ! Let me make sure that you get home save” he smiles and helps you walk to his sports car.

Too easy, you think to yourself as you get in the passenger seat. As he walked around the car to get in you quickly grab the small bug out of your purse and place it in between the seats where it’s practically invisible.

“Soooo ... what’s your address?” He smiles and starts the car. You have to admit. You love the sound of it there’s something hot about the way he revs up the engine and speeds down the empty streets.

“It’s XXXXXXX” you smile. Obviously that’s not your real address.

“Okay we’ll be there in a few - are you sure you don’t need to go to a hospital?” He worries about you. How sweet. You need to suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah I’ll be fine- and if not I PROMISE you that I’ll go see a doctor tomorrow“ you smile.

”how about you give me your number so I can make sure that you’re really okay tomorrow?“ he smirks.

Gosh why is all this so easy?

“Uhm ... how do I know that you’re not one of the bad guys you warned me about?“ you tease and he laughs.

“You’re already in my car, isn’t it a bit too late to worry about that now?“ his smirk grows as he looks over to you. One of his hands on the wheel, arm rests on the leather in front of the window, while is other hand puts out his phone and unlocks it.

“Here“ he hands it over to you.

You open up the Contacts and enter your second phone number you specify have for those occurrences.

A message pops up and you quickly scanned over it.

From: ‘Tsum

Kou where tf are you - the location changed. We meet the client at the Club ‘Blue Moon’ at 2am.

You hand him his phone back and smile as he takes a look and types a few letters.

After a few more minutes you arrive at your ‘apartment’.

“Soooo here we are.” , He smiles, “should I help you get inside?”

“That’d be nice.” You say innocently and smile.

“No problem. Wait I’ll help you get out.” He says and hurried to get out of the car and opens up your door. You guide him inside the building, his grip strong around your shoulders. Why do they all have to be so muscular you sigh in you head.

Getting inside the elevator you press the button that reads 17.

You rest your back against his chest while his arm travels down to your waist and pulls you closer.

The elevator opens and you walk over to the apartment 1795.

“You can call yourself lucky that you bumped into me and not some real bad guy. You know - wait. What’s your name?” He asks now realizing that he doesn’t know your name.

“Y/N” you smile.

“You can call me Bokuto” he smiles, “okay so y/n you need to be carful in which strangers care you get in. It’s not save out there for someone like you.” He says sternly.

“You’re Right...” you mumble and look down.

“Call me when you need someone to take you home. I don’t want anything to happen to you okay?” He worries.

“Okay I will. Thank you Bokuto” you coo and get on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“Good Night Y/N!” He smirks and you put out your keys and unlock the door.

“Good Night Bokuto!” You smile and get inside.

“The bad boys. That’d would be me I guess?” You hear a voice call out of the dark of the room.

“Yes probably you Tosh.” You laugh and put on the lights.

“Tonight 2am Club Blue Moon. - also got his number and bugged his car.” You smile and walk over to him.

“God it’s scary how good you’re at this” he mutters and you jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso, his hands hold onto your thighs and he kisses your hungry.

What is there to say - you’re a sucker for muscular men - to be specific muscular dangerous men.

Sunday 1am.

“I’ll drive you to your flat.” Ushijima says as you walk around the room looking for your panties.

“I’ll keep them- good luck charm.” he smirks and waves the black lacy object in front of your eyes, you just roll your eyes.

Sunday 10am.

“Last Night several people died during a shooting between the rival gangs Schweiden Adlers and the MSBY Black Jackals. The shooting took place in the Nightclub ‘Blue Moon’ and apparently 10 people died as for now and several are wounded. The publicist of the police told us that as for now none of the gang members have been captured.”

You laugh as you hear the women on the TV tell the news.

Your phone vibrates and you check your messages.

6am

From: Tosh

Told you it’s my good luck charm

You smile and walk over to your purse and took out the other phone, your hand brushing against the gun that’s still inside.

Now

From: XXXXX

Hope you dreamed of me - Bokuto.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu requests #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq headcanons #hq requests #haikyuu mafia #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu ushijima

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asktheheirofslytherin · 3 years

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Mun how did u know u were she/they? I think i might be but im not sure

[[OOC: I'm still questioning! I'm ok with She - always have been. But I am also not the most feminine AFAB person. Gendered things make no sense to me. I was a tomboy as a kid, have never been into makeup, etc. But I also am a sucker for some big earrings and a dress! So that's firmly lady stuff - right?

Anyway a friend's spouse came out as non-binary a couple years ago and we were chatting about it. I mentioned how I felt that all non-binary people were absolutely gorgeous, and I would kill to look like that (I've never felt this way with hot women or hot men, btw - i appreciate they are aesthetically pleasing, but to look like them? meh.). I'd mentioned how I had always thought I was immune to all those unrealistic beauty standards in magazines etc people claim women are pressured by, because I truly did not want to look like that. And then one day I laid eyes on Ruby Rose. And was like wow. I can only DREAM of looking that good. And my friend was like - but, you *can,* you know? Like, you could get a short haircut and dress in a manner that reflected that. No one is stopping you! And I was like, yeah, but I'm a woman, not non-binary! Right?

But like, who *was* stopping me? I already had a bit of a mixed style - sometimes I just wanted hoodies and button ups - so I got the haircut. I cannot even begin to tell you how glorious I felt the first time I shaved the sides of my head. It was Spring 2020, and I posted a selfie of my short hair and in a flannel button up looking like an androgynous icon and I LOVED IT. I wanted to look like that forever. I felt "hot" for the first time in my life. I joined a bunch of gender related reddit threads and apparently the term I was looking for was gender euphoria?

So then I started thinking about how pronouns made me feel. I get the same exact feeling when people use "she" or "they" with me. Like a cozy sweater. Like someone's shouting my name across the room - yeah, that's me. "He/his?" Nope. Wrong. Does not fit. So - if I feel the same way about "they" as I do "she" and I have a "no" to compare it to...I guess I'm a she/they?!

Sometimes I get this moment of panic like oh no I'm just a she/her woman who rejects traditional femininity, and I don't want to look like the women in the magazines because they exude sex appeal, and as an ace person, maybe I'm just not meant to feel *sexy* - but now I realize I *do* feel sexy when I look a certain way, which is incredible and baffling! I remember being like 18 in a string bikini, with the society-standard perfect body, and being like...should I be feeling sexy? This is what they say is sexy. But all I feel is naked, lmao. Guess it's the ace, just drowning out the sexy (lmao, I jest - I had no idea ace was even a thing until I was like 21, I thought I was just a "late bloomer," in the words of my mom.) But I recently learned if you stick me in a sports bra/racerback crop top and boxers I feel hot AF.

And then I'm also biromantic, so I went through the "am I attracted to this person or do I want to be them" phase.... (the answer can be both).

Anyway this got long but I hope this helps!!! Good luck with the gender!]]

#not voldemort #ooc #gender shit #she #they #lgbtqa+#biromantic #asexual #demisexual #sexy #admin #mun #blogger #whatever you wanna call me #lgbtqa

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cross-d-a · 3 years

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if you're doing those characters then please give me more amazing takes on princess mute 🥺💕

OMG IM SO LATE ANSWERING THIS BUT HERE I FINALLY AM

Also omgg thank you SOSOSO much for asking me about Princess Mute?? THE LOVE OF MY LIFE??? You know me so well, vish!! I love and adore you so much!! Thank you for giving me the chance to blabber on about the woman I love!! ⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾⁾

ALSO! I’m gonna do my best to like- not spoil all my plans for whispers, haha

The rest is under the cut bc I just have a lot of FEELINGS~ about our resident zombie girl

❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

How I feel about this character

OH BOY OK I JUST??? LOVE HER??? A LOT???? I wasn’t expecting to get quite so immediately and intensely attached to her?? But from the second I heard about her in the legend I was just gone. Completely done for. I’m generally a sucker for mythology, and there’s just SO MUCH that’s fascinating about the tale behind the Princess Mute and the South Sea King?

Even though Princess Mute is so central to the myth, the South Sea King is deemed as the most important? I mean- duh it is his tomb, but Princess Mute is the catalyst? None of this would have happened without her? She’s main character material and yet she isn’t the main character of her own story?? She has practically no agency? It’s so? Fucking? Fascinating?? And there is so fucking much left unanswered? The myth says she turns into a goddamn monster?? Is this- figuratively? Or literally? Is she a monster for breaking gender norms and committing the ultimate taboo by killing the Emperor??? Like- holy FUCK? Like- LOOK at this pic from Ershu’s Expensive Powerpoint:

and a close-up for good measure:

(note the HORNS/HELMET?? the LIGHTNING STRIKE!!! 👀👀👀 how she’s dressed as a SOLDIER?? that SPEAR??? also she’s depicted as much bigger than the emperor!! which, of course, means she’s more important!!!!)

and, HELLO!! She’s called the PRINCESS MUTE. She is only known/named in association to someone else. Her name has been erased from history. It isn’t important to anyone. Which is so fucking ironic. She’s Princess Mute. Her voice has been stripped from her, just like her agency. This tale is the Mute Emperor’s and not her own. Her suffering means nothing to anyone. Her life means nothing other than for the Emperor to desire and the South Sea King to mourn over (and WOW!! ISN’T THIS JUST!! SO perfectly encapsulating Nanpai Sanshu’s female characters and their relevance to the story/male characters)

(so what is her goddamn name???? I mean, I know what I’ve named her, but sorry dudes. Again. I don’t wanna spoil too much :) )

also, WHY is the South Sea King covering her eyes when she’s sent off to sea in the origami boat?

What actually happens to her after this? The body we see of the South Sea King has long white hair so I assume he died pretty old? So why does she look so goddamn young?

And- the million dollar question here (WHICH I HAVE A LOT OF HEADCANONS FOR BUT I DON’T WANNA SPOIL WHISPERS): What happened to her after she killed the Emperor????

ALSO!! WHY IS SHE HOLDING A DINGLAN RULER WHEN SANSHU FINDS HER IN THAT FIRST EXPEDITION?? (internet says it’s a “special ruler used for making shrines, carving wood statues and making tablets of gods. Later used in measurement of architectural scale; measuring instrument for the netherworld, wishes best for tomb owner) did she design her own father’s tomb?? is there more to her becoming a leather figurine than filial loyalty/sacrifice??

Why does she have a tattoo?? I go a bit into this in my fic, but from my understanding it was unusual for people (women especially!) to have tattoos during this time! (this is just from my research! if I am wrong please correct me!)

For anyone who hasn’t read whispers, there were a a few tribes (minorities!) during this time who tattooed themselves (and to this day, they continue this tradition :) ). The Li were often attacked by invaders who assaulted the women and sold them as slaves. The women ended up tattooing their faces and bodies to make them less appealing, and it ended up becoming a tradition. When a girl came of age she’d get tattooed. Then we’ve got the Dai, who (from what I understand!) got tattoos of animals with characteristics they wished to embody, such as to show their virility and strength! So they’d tattoo tigers and dragons, etc.

So why does Princess Mute have one? Who gave it to her? WHAT ACTUALLY IS IT!!!!!! (eternal frustration that we never see a clear shot of the whole thing!!) It kinda looks like a heavily stylized fish? With some waves. But I am unsure! But it would make sense, considering the ongoing theme of snakes and fish throughout dmbj.

Also, her scars seem very strange. Like- if someone skinned her (YIKES!) then- her scars don’t really seem like they’re a result of skinning (double yikes!!). You’d think that for a woman who was the daughter of the King, they’d take more care to preserve her face?? So why does it seem like someone has done their utter best to ruin it? Did the Emperor do it himself? Did her father? Or did someone else do it?? Did she do it herself????

Also, I just wanna cut the bullshit with the creepy hand clam thing. A hand clam isn’t gonna wrap their fingers around Wu Xie’s hand to stop him from blowing himself up. Like. I get that it’s the censorship. I get it. But- you can’t tell me it wasn’t actually the Princess Mute who saved him. I just?? This moment is so powerful? It literally knocked the breath from my chest.

Princess Mute’s story is just so fascinating and tragic and I am just a mess over how she isn’t in control of her own story? She never is. Except for when she kills the Emperor. (AND when she saves Wu Xie) And I think that’s fucking telling.

Of course, it felt like they had more of a storyline planned for her which never happened, but I’ll get more into that later.

Basically, I just have SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!

It’s like- I dunno. Seeing a gorgeous woman flip an obnoxious man over her shoulder and slam him to the ground without breaking a sweat and watching her walk away with stars in your eyes. You barely know anything about her but you’re already half in love and you just want to know more.

I’m super Gay for her, if you couldn’t already tell.

Honestly, she just perfectly represents all the female characters and their treatment in dmbj with all the extra PIZAZZ of the mysterious supernatural/mythological elements. She just makes me go feral and I adore her with my entire heart.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

NUMBER ONE I SHIP HER WITH MY CUTE AND PERFECT GF XIAO BAI!!!!!!!!

They are my two favourite (okay and my wife Su Nan!) female characters in dmbj. I think their stories parallel each other pretty beautifully? They’re both women in a powerful position, though with limited agency. They both defy gender norms and accomplish things (I’m counting killing the Emperor as Accomplishing Something) in a very male-dominated world. And- okay. I know the Princess Mute is technically dead. But she also?? is someone still doing stuff?? and pushing along the storyline?? as a zombie?? So I’m just gonna say that both of them aren’t truly killed off for the Man Pain like all the other female dmbj characters (except for Xiu Xiu, and I guess Chuchu but ChuChu’s situation is kinda....Iffy. At best.)

Also both of them are linked pretty heavily with Wu Xie? They both have an interesting relationship with him. And Princess Mute leads Wu Xie to Xiao Bai!!!

And okay this is spoiling a bit of whispers, BUT!!! Warehouse 11 was built atop the South Sea King’s temple. Isn’t that fucking important??? I stand by my headcanon that Xiao Bai is a Warehouse kid (descended from the Founders) and so she grew up there. And like- ignoring censorship bc I can AND because Reboot leaves a lot of supernatural stuff up in the air anyway- wouldn’t growing up atop an insanely powerful temple do something to you? Wouldn’t it affect you in some way?? There’s just!!! SO much potential between Princess Mute and Xiao Bai!! Plus!! I think it’d be great for Xiao Bai to form a relationship with another woman. She needs some female solidarity in her life.

And- well. I just ship Princess Mute with all the dmbj women, really. Princess Mute has two hands, why can she use them both?? I’ve got a couple Princess Mute modern au’s going and in one of them she just- sweeps A’Ning and Su Nan off their feet :)

I really can’t ship Princess Mute with any male characters, I think. There’s just- so much underlying trauma surrounding her agency and how she’s been used by the men in her life. Also, I like wlw & mlm solidarity. Let Princess Mute and Wu Xie wallow over their Stupid Crushes. Or Princess Mute & Xiao Ge. I’m not picky.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Purely bc of my own au, I am very much invested in Princess Mute & Li Cu (& spirit snake). As I mentioned before, there’s a running theme of loss of agency in their own lives and suffering the consequences of others’ actions. Plus, there’s a lot of supernatural happenings surrounding the both of them. Why wouldn’t they find a connection?

And, obviously, I adore Princess Mute & Wu Xie. Princess Mute saved Wu Xie and then Wu Xie was promptly obsessed (can’t say I blame him). They had such an interesting relationship in Reboot that was just- so fucking tragically dropped.

My unpopular opinion about this character

SHE SHOULD BE MORE POPULAR!!!!!!!!!! She is so goddamn fascinating and gorgeous and I just!! Want!! Everyone to adore her as much as I do!!!!!!!! At least I feel a bit accomplished for swinging some readers over to her side in whispers!! That’s something!!!

I’ve got like- a million au ideas with her. I’m going to be the creator of the content I wish to read!!!!!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I WISH SHE COULD HAVE GOTTEN A SATISFACTORILY COMPLETED STORYLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She just gets completely dropped after she leads Wu Xie to Warehouse 11. So once more, she is a plot device and not. And actual. Person. Her importance is tied irrevocably to the male leads. Her agency is not her own. Wu Xie cares so much about her, and okay, he’s trying to figure out a mystery and we all know how he gets when he’s trying to puzzle out a mystery-- but you can’t tell me he just- stops caring after he encounters Warehouse 11??? What happens to her after that?? Does she rot away in a box in Wushanju?? Does Ershu take her back?? I’m just?? WHAT????

I want to know her side of the story and not what everyone else has said. I want her to actually properly communicate with Wu Xie. I want her saving the day again and I want her being fucking badass and I want her and Xiao Ge being soft together and I want her and Xiao Bai to bond fall in love and I want everyone to just- fall in love with her? And care about her? And I want to to find herself caring about these fucking idiots too???? Can you imagine her and Liu Sang bonding over shitty fathers and lack of agency and Trauma?? Can you imagine Princess Mute getting her life back and the freckles returning to her slowly darkening skin and her being silly with Hei-ye bc he keeps shoving increasingly ridiculous sunglasses at her. And can you imagine her trying on jeans for the first time and picking out a cute bomber jacket and shoving a baseball cap on her head and dipping her feet back in the sea and befriending shibie bc she’s just?? that?? cool?? while Iron Triangle is off on the side fretting like she isn’t befriending some very dangerous creatures but it’s okay bc she’s a dangerous creature too and she understands fear and desire and hunger.

I want her returning to Thunder City. I want her getting closure. I want her story to get closure. Period.

And I know it didn’t happen bc censorship and Nanpai Sanshu and just- a host of Other Things. But I want it, and she deserves it.

AAAHH VISH!!!! Thank you so much for letting me yell about Princess Mute!! Sorry I couldn’t go more in depth with headcanons but!! Like I said, I don’t want to completely spoil you for whispers, so I’ll keep those close to my chest for now

٩(*ゝڡゝ๑)۶♥

#dmbj #the lost tomb reboot #princess mute #dmbj meta #sorta??#tltr #Wu xie #Xiao bai #cross talks #reunion: the sound of the providence #bai haotian #ask game

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yodamn · 4 years

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An Idea

So we all know Plo is Dad. Its obvious. Hes Papa to all that will take him. Clones. Padawans. Younglings. And so on. So lemme. Lemme paint you a picture.

There are younglings from the creché that are just, hanging out with Plo. No clue why, havent gotten there yet. But there they are, and they arent padawans yet. Maybe 5 or 6. Im thinking that one day they are just in the Creché, see Plo, and go holy shit thats Dad! That Daddy! Thats our Dad! And let's say for the sake of the idea these are little girls. And while yes they arent supposed to have attachments they are Plo's girls. And noone can say anything about it. They call him master Plo but the unspoken relationship is thats our dad! So two little girls looking up at Plo like hes the coolest thing theyve ever seen in their whole lives.

So at one point Plo is with these two girls and is being called away for Jedi business, doesn't have the time to bring the girls back to the creché, but Wolffe is there. Hes like Wolffe. Wolffe pls baby sit. Said man is like no? Sir? I cant? I'm not? No? But Plos like thank u ill come back ASAP. So theres Wolffe with two little girls, one looks like shes about to start crying because why did Master Plo leave?

So Plo comes back from like the meeting or whatnot and thinks, Wolffes probably like being all gruff and is confused and stuff. The commander had sent a message that he took them to the Clone Barracks bc he had work. So Plos going down there. Hes chillin.

He gets there and nothing is as he expects it, he shows mild surprise because hes a mysterious Jedi.

Wolffes on the floor like

Just letting the girls put dress up stuff and glitter all over him bc im a SUCKER for big strong men and kids. Hes just accepted hes Ori'vod to these 2 little girls and dragged the rest of the Wolfpack with him. One girl has been giving the boys makeovers with what she could find, Comets hair was now in a bunch of tiny pony tails, sinker was a princess. A few other vod were there with glitter and little kids makeup on them. Where they got it noone knows. They are all having a teaparty

Warthog was asleep in his bunk so now the other girl and boost were coloring in his legs

#plo koon #commander wolffe #the clone wars #clone wars #clone trooper boost #clone trooper wolffe #clone troopers #star wars #writing

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hi uhm, can i request a mini-scenario for chan (or what makes you comfortable) when his fem! S/o is very insecure about her height (4'8) just fluff and cuddly chan thx uuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

genre: established relationship!au (fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort elements?)pairing/s: Chan / Fem Reader word count: 3k+ tw: none I think,, post may include potentially offensive remarks about reader’s height so if you’re not comfortable w it feel free to skip! a/n: thank you so much for the request! im a sucker for domestic aus so….I hope I did a good enough job for u n I hope you like it~~

Chan9:38am -all the best for work today!-

You couldn’t help but smile at the text, typing a quick reply to him before stopping your music, removing your earpieces with one hand as you entered your office building, feeling awfully professional in your office-wear as you tapped your card to enter into the lift lobby for the main building.

Work wasn’t anything special, you were just working a simple temp job for the time being to gain experience as you were filing out your job applications to the various companies after your graduation. Though this being said, you weren’t necessarily the most excited to go to work, hence Chan’s motivational texts every morning.

Or, ‘doing his boyfriend-ly duties’ as he liked to put it.

Gripping your cup of coffee tightly, you saw the work crowd beginning to swarm into the office’s lift lobby where you were waiting, the sudden presence of people that were considerably taller than you making you wonder if they could even see you, having been shoved all the way to the back of the lift once the lift had come, having to strain your neck so as not to let the person in front of you’s briefcase jab into your neck.

Annoyed to say the least, but trying not to let it ruin your morning, you’d heaved a sigh of relief when you heard the elevator ding, glancing at the number and recognising that it was your floor.

“Excuse me,” you said, tapping on the person in front of you, who turned in confusion only to spot you moments after, silently moving aside to allow you to exit.

Walking briskly to your table, you slumped into your seat with a sigh, earning a giggle from your co-worker sitting next to you.

“Tired already?”

 You made a face, shrugging off your coat and slinging it on the back of your chair, “good morning to you too,” you sighed.

Your co-worker snickered, her expression shifting suddenly as she tapped you quickly, making you turn to see what she was so urgently warning you about, your eyes widening as you spotted your department head. Standing up and greeting him quickly.

The department head was currently walking with another man, dressed in an all-too fashionable coat to have worked at your company, round, thick-rimmed sunglasses hanging casually from the collar of his shirt, giving you and your desk mates a small nod in greeting.

“These are my new angels, only working temporarily, though,” he turned to face you, introducing the man to you. Apparently he was working together with your company to make a promotional advert.

“We’re looking for beauties like you for one of the roles,” your department head had gestured towards your co-worker, earning a shy shake of the head from her.

“Oh no, please, I’m not very good at acting.”

“Not just you, you two can try as well,” he gestured towards your other two desk mates, “they’d wonder if we run a modelling agency instead of a brokerage company,” he laughed obnoxiously.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d missed you out on purpose, turning to look at your co-workers. They were all gorgeous girls, who could pull off long pencil skirts and still manage to look leggy, whereas you had to stick to skirts that ended at the knee, not wanting to look like a child in a too-big uniform.

“What about Y/N sir? She was the best at acting out of all of us back in school,” your co-worker spoke up hesitantly, noticing the way the department head had missed you out as well.

Both the men had looked at you, the man giving your department head a look as if to ask if he was joking, and you’d suddenly wished you had just made your disappointment less obvious to your co-workers.

He bent down slightly, though he still looked down at you with a sickeningly sweet smile it made you cower under his stare, “Uhh…maybe if we need someone to play the role of a kid, we’ll let you know,” his tone was dripping with sarcasm, his words lingering with you even as he strolled off with the willy-wonka looking man.

Shrugging, you sat back down at your desk, trying to ignore the way your co-workers kept glancing between themselves and you. I mean, it wasn’t their fault that they were taller than you, and in turn received favour from the male heads of the company as a result.

You dismissed the feelings of discomfort that threatened to arise in you, shaking your head as you clicked into your email.This was just a temp job, you’ll be out of here before you knew it.

But that wasn’t to say you wouldn’t face this problem in your other offices as well, what were you supposed to do, borrow your boyfriend’s ankle weights when you walked around the house? You were already wearing platforms and those were heavy enough.

“Hey, are you alright?” Your co-worker whispered, making you muster your best reassuring smile, nodding at her.

“Mmhmm, I’m fine, I swear.”

“I mean, if you think of it this way, at least you look young?” your co-worker tried to comfort you, earning a glare from your other desk mates, making you laugh.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “really young.”

===

The feeling lingered with you all day, and you were on your last meeting for the day, desperately wishing time would pass faster as you went to the lounge to prepare coffee for your colleagues.

Opening the overhead cupboard, you’d refrained from letting out a groan when you saw that someone had returned the tea to the higher shelf instead of the lower shelf ( that mind, you, was still within your reach). Leaning one hand on the counter, you stretched your other hand up as high as you could, struggling to even brush the shelf.

Giving up with a sigh, you straightened out your blouse, wondering if it would be a good idea to climb up onto the counter to get the shelf, but even if you’d wanted to do so, your skirt wouldn’t allow for that.

Spotting a pair of tongs at the side of the sink, you’d grabbed them quickly, an idea sparking in your head. Trying again, you’d reached your hand out as far as you could, even jumping to try to get it, but in your excitement, you’d only managed to push the coffee mix deeper into the cupboard.

“What are you doing? They asked me to check on you since you were taking a while.”

You turned abruptly, hitting the tongs against the cupboard with a loud clanging sound on accident, spotting your co-worker standing there with an amused look on your face.

“Trying to make coffee,” if that wasn’t obvious enough.

Huffing, you felt embarrassment flooding your senses as your co-worker walked over, reaching out her hand and grabbing the instant coffee mix with ease, setting it onto the counter with a small smile.

You were thankful for her help, of course, but at the same time it made you feel so incompetent knowing that you couldn’t accomplish a simple task like making coffee independently.

“You should put a note telling them to leave it on the counter,” your co-worker told you, making you sigh.

“That goes for everything in the cupboard, then,” you huffed, making her laugh.

“I think it’s kind of cute. Your height has a certain charm, you know? Makes people wanna take care of you,” she told you with a laugh, making you shoot her a pointed look as you mixed the coffee with a stirrer.

“Bet your boyfriend’ll think it’s cute.”

You let out a grunt. Being cute was one thing, but being independent was completely different to you. It wasn’t like you to want to inconvenience others so much just because you were ‘so cute that you couldn’t reach something on a high shelf’. But once again, you brushed it off, laughing the situation off with your co-worker.

“My boyfriend thinks everything is cute,” you joked, dismissing the topic quickly as you brought the coffee back to the meeting room with her. Thinking of Chan only made you more desperate to want to finish this meeting sooner so you could see him.

You didn’t miss the comments from your colleagues when your co-worker had confessed that you took so long because you couldn’t reach the coffee mix, your mentor giving you a look when he mentioned that it was his doing, having ‘not expected’ that it would inconvenience anyone.

You’d flipped your binder open halfway through the meeting to discreetly message Chan, asking if he had any plans after work, surprising yourself with how quickly he’d replied you.

Chan5:32pm -pay attention to ur meeting! I don’t want u getting in trouble bc of me-

You hid your smile behind your hand, nodding along with whatever your mentor was presenting as you continued.

5:32pm -I can buy takeout from the place near my office-

Chan5:33pm -u don’t have to, i can go pick u up since I ended early today!-

After which, that was all you could think about for the rest of the meeting, clearing the cups of coffee with lightning speed once the meeting ended and jogging over to your desk, bidding goodbye to your colleagues since Chan had sent you a text saying he was waiting for you downstairs.

Hugging your coat tighter to yourself, you’d felt a sense of relief once you’d spotted Chan outside your office building, leaning against one of the railings with bags of takeout in his hand, his other hand fiddling with his phone as he waited.

You’d wanted to surprise him, but he’d looked up quicker than you would’ve liked, giving you a smile as you made your way over to him, his hands stretching out in an invitation for you to hug him, which you gladly did so, his tall frame (well, compared to yours) enveloping you warmly, bending slightly to rest his chin on top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh as you wrapped your hands around him.

He let out a small hum, “lemme guess. Bad day at work?” He pulled away to look at you, his hand smoothing your hair away from your face, feeling the cold wind brushing against your cheek as you nodded at him.

Chan smiled, “it’s okay, it’s the end of the day now. I bought the takeout already, let’s get you home, hmm?” He took your hand, leading you towards his car. You couldn’t help but feel insecure under the gazes of your colleagues that walked past you, your height difference with Chan suddenly becoming a lot more noticeable than it usually was.

You tried to ignore it, not wanting to ruin your time with Chan, but you couldn’t help the negative thoughts from rising in your head. You remembered a comment that you’d heard someone say before to a couple with a similar height difference as yourself and Chan, saying that the woman looked more like his niece than his girlfriend.

Did Chan and I look like that too?

You sat in the car waiting for Chan to start the engine, watching your co-worker walk past, letting your thoughts slip from your mouth before you could notice.

“She’s tall, isn’t she?”

Chan looked up, shrugging as he started the engine, “yeah, she’s pretty tall.”

“Yeah, pretty and tall,” you gestured, making Chan’s eyebrows raise, pulling out of the parking lot.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, just…wondering. Do you ever wish you dated someone like her instead? Like…she’d look really good with you…she wouldn’t look like… your niece.”

Chan let out a disgruntled sound, already beginning to sense the reason behind your sulky mood, simply shaking his head at you.

“Of course not, I’m more than happy with you.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue further, choosing to let the conversation stop at that till you got home.

Once you were at Chan’s apartment, you’d taken a shower first, stepping out into the room in your towel after you’d worn your underwear.

“Chan, I’m thinking of staying over tonight, do you know if I have anymore clothes here?”

Chan hummed, “I’m not really sure where you put them, you could just wear one of my hoodies first if you want?” He stood up, walking over to his cupboard and fishing out one of his hoodies, handing them over to you with a small kiss on the forehead, heading outside first while you changed.

Putting it on, you’d immediately felt as though you were drowning in fabric. Chan tended to get bigger hoodies because of his shoulders, so they looked even bigger when they were on you.

Stepping outside, you padded over to the living room, not expecting to hear the hum of approval that left Chan’s lips as he spotted you.

“I know this isn’t the first time you’re wearing my clothes but, I can’t stress how much I love seeing you in my hoodies.”

He stretched out a hand to pull you closer to where he say on the sofa, tugging you just a little more so you ended up on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about that question you asked me just now in the car,” he began, making you slightly nervous to hear what he was about to say, “and I just can’t believe you asked me that.”

“Chan, the food’s gonna get cold.”

He let out a displeased whine, “no, baby look at me,” he brought a hand up to your chin to ever so gently tilt your head to face him, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“I like you exactly how you are, because that’s…you. You’re who I fell in love with, not anyone else. Who cares if you’re not super tall? You’re fun sized!”

You were about to retort but Chan had beat you to it, “and before you go on about how it makes you feel dependent on others, It’s alright, okay? If you don’t wanna depend on them, depend on me. I’ll gladly help you get any sort of thing from the highest shelf in the world if I can help it.”

You scrunched your nose up, shoving him away in your embarrassment, “don’t say things like that,” you rest your hands over his, feeling his thumb rub the skin on your thigh gently.

“Why not? I mean every word.”

You gave him a look, and despite what you said, you knew that what Chan did was working in reassuring you, the feeling of your heart fluttering when he’d cupped your face still so familiar even after your years of dating Chan.

Chan was an absolute angel, you were reminded again now, as he tried to cheer you up during dinner, telling you funny things that happened at his workplace and talking about anything under the sun to make you feel better.

“How’re you feeling now?” He asked after you ate, earning a shrug from you.

“Kind of drowsy, do you um…” you averted your gaze from him, not knowing why you were letting yourself get shy all of a sudden.

Chan quirked his eyebrows up, tilting his head at you curiously, “hmm?” He asked.

“Can we..like…you know,” you mumbled, and you could practically hear Chan’s smile without looking at him, feeling him pull you forward, and in you almost losing your balance, you quickly supported yourself with your shin resting on Chan’s thigh, feeling him adjust your position, pulling your other leg up so you were straddling him now, raising his eyebrows at you again to prompt you further, clearly getting a kick out of seeing you so shy.

You shook your head, leaning forward so you were hugging him, resting your chin comfortably on your shoulder, the comfort it provided you making your eyes shut. Chan instinctively wrapped his arms around you, one hand above the other as they rested comfortably on your back.

“Lemme guess, you wanna cuddle?” Chan’s voice could be heard next to your ear, his voice soft and tone gentle, though not without a hint of teasing.

You nodded, “mmhmm,” your voice was muffled from how you pressed your lips against his shoulder.

“Couch or bed?” He hummed, earning a soft mumble of ‘bed’, Chan’s hands moving to grasp your thighs, standing up and carrying you towards the direction of his room, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Feeling him set you down on the bed, you let go so he could get in as well and make himself comfortable. Lying on his back, he’d beckoned you over, letting you resume your position of practically lying on him, your leg draped over him and your head resting on his chest, while his hand found its way to your back and your thigh, rubbing soothing patterns onto your skin.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

You felt his chest move slightly as he let out an amused huff, “what are you thanking me for, baby?”

“You..” You yawned, “take care of me so well,” you sighed, removing your head from his chest to look at him.

Your gesture made Chan smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, can’t have my favourite girl feeling bad now, can I?,” he tilted his head at you, a soft smile at his lips.

You ignored the flush in your cheeks, shaking your head as you let your head rest back on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep, all previous worries of the day now all melding into this soft, comforting moment of calm with Chan.

You stayed there cuddling in your room, the only sound being the soft music that Chan was playing in the room, and you were about to fall asleep when you heard Chan mutter, “I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile from your face, letting out a deep sigh as you replied, as your own affirmation as well (albeit muffled by the fabric of his hoodie)

“I love you.”

You wouldn’t ask for anything else.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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i am such a sucker for ancient egypt shit!! can’t you write something about the reader being queen and tom being a guard and their both have a secret relationship so they have to sneak around to do anything, you can add something smutty if you want 👀

A/N: ooooh my dear, i also am an ancient egypt freak!! 😤 (and i already wrote an au oneshot like that so you can read it >here<) one of my favorite time period with the greek/roman ones 🤤💞 so let’s say i looooooved writing your request, so i hope you will enjoy it as much! 🙏🏻 and as always stay safe, darling 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

NSFW CONTENT BELOW, SO BEWARE! + slight references to Ancient Egypt’s fashion

Since your youngest age, you’ve been taught many times what your future would be like. Even if, at first, all those manners and protocols sounded absurd to you, you learnt them all to slowly make them yours. Having always been close to the population ever since you would walk, by learning more about them or by playing with children your age, you grew up to be loved by everyone in Egypt.

And now, you were one of the very few women Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt, beautiful and powerful that all gods must have blessed you since day one. But still a well-grounded and independent woman who didn’t need arranged marriages to rule a country. And also in a secret relationship with Tom, the chief of your Royal Guard… and your childhood friend.

Was it against the rules? Totally unconventional. But both of you never really cared.

“The Pharaoh requests your presence, Chief!” one of the guards informed Tom who was about to head back to his quarters.

“Thank you. You can go back to your position” answered Tom while adjusting his breastplate.

Passing by the soldier and now walking through the court, Tom noticed in between each pillar surrounding the palace that the night finally settled down on the Egyptian Kingdom. The stars started to shine in the clear sky, dancing all around the full moon. The moonlight lighted up the royal garden as if showing Tom the right path for him to follow to finally reach you.

With a firm nod, Tom dismissed the two soldiers guarding the access to the private part of the palace. The royal quarters. Your quarters. After waiting for the two men to completely leave, the brunette pushed the golden doors open and closed them behind him, before climbing a few stairs, the sound of his strappy sandals slightly echoing in the open corridor he was passing through. Finally, he stopped under the entrance arcade.

And that was when Tom saw you.

On the other side of the big room, you were laying on a soft chaise lounge onto your right side, your back facing the man as his eyes slowly slid down the light linen robe you decided to wear despite the fresh air of the egyptian night. Tom could make out every curve of your body through your thin piece of expensive fabric, not letting too much work left to his wild imagination. Tom wished he could have captured that beautiful scene in front of him: the Pharaoh herself, casually dressed and laying down while looking at the city of Cairo by night from afar, through the open balcony of her bedroom.

You were the incarnation of grace and power, a delightful mix to Tom.

“You called me, my Pharaoh” Tom finally announced his presence, not moving an inch from his spot.

At the sound of the familiar voice, you slowly turned your head for him to only enjoy your profile for a bit. Your face was free from the usual makeup you used, such as the black kohl around your eyes which makes you look so serious all the time. But Tom’s favorite thing would always be seeing your head without the khepresh, so your long and beautiful hair you kept hidden under it could freely cascade along your shoulders and back.

“I did, yes” your clear and delicate voice resonated in his ears. “Please approach, Tom.”

Following your orders Tom walked towards you, not a word spoken between the both of us as you gracefully passed your legs on the other side of the chaise lounge, bare feet touching the stoned floor and now sitting to face the chief of your royal guard that was approaching. Then you stood up, the robe fully smoothing at the move and just waited there.

Once Tom stopped right in front of you, his height clearly towering over yours, he kneeled onto one knee to then bow his head low, like any people had to do before daring to talk to you, the Pharaoh. Your eyes never left his until his disconnected to look at the floor, waiting for your next words.

“Tom, please stand.”

Your voice was so hard to define sometimes but Tom was one of the only honored people, with your parents, to know that was how you had to be in front of your Kingdom, for anyone to respect and also fear you at the same time. So like he was asked for, the man slowly stood again as his brown orbs found yours once again. The silence between you was quite relaxing, the varied noises of the nocturnal creatures from outside creating such a nice ambiance around you.

After a minute or two of unspoken words, Tom’s hand brushed yours before his rough fingers gently intertwined with your immaculate one, the skin contact oh so needed bringing shivers in both your bodies.

“My love”, whispered Tom as he kissed each knuckle of your hand, “I missed you so much.”

A lovely giggle made it through your lips, soon followed by a warm smile only reserved to the one you loved.

“You see me all day long, my dear” you replied, lifting your free hand to caress his cheek.

“I missed our shared time, just the two of us” professed the chief guard, his words full of love and now lust as he wrapped his other hand around your hips to bring you closer to him. “I missed having you for myself only.”

And after having discarded all clothes from both your bodies, Tom was bottoming you out onto the same chaise lounge he saw you laying on when he arrived, tearing lewd moans out of you to his fullest and own pleasure.

“O-Oh! Tom!!”

His hands slid to your ass squeezing both cheeks, as his hips roughly thrusted back and forth against yours. His lips ran down to place hot open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and neck, making feel his desperation with each new skin contact.

“You are mine” Tom growled into your ears, pushing and pulling your ass to meet his every single thrust. “All mine, (Y/N), my Queen, my love. Alaways.”

Your fingers digged into his back, his hips slapping against yours with aggressive friction. You could feel Tom’s skin becoming hot and sweaty from his passion. The man was squeezing your ass so tight it may just leave his hands’ prints on it the next day. Your head tossed back, moaning your lover’s name loudly while squeezing him as tightly against your body as you possibly can before you felt your arousal sliding down your thighs and coating his cock.

Tom continued to thrust, sloshing your juices with his movements before sliding away from your hot core. Seconds later, his milky seed slid against your inner thigh as he breathed heavily. Both of your hands slide away from him, falling on your sides as your chest kept raisins up and down in an attempt to relay air back into your tired and frayed lungs. Your handsome guard lover continued to hover above you, admiring how even more gorgeous you looked like that, all spent and out of breath for him, before basically dropping down completely on top of you.

“T-Tom, are you trying to suffocate me?” you squeaked before giggling, feeling his sweaty body against your own.

Tom actually chuckled before sliding to your side, carefully not to accidentally fall from the chaise lounge, wrapping his hands around your waist before turning you to face him. Your faces were inches apart and even though a blush blossomed onto your cheeks, like that always happened after these times, you raised a hand and trailed your soft fingers along his sharp jawline. You were thinking for a long time, and now was finally the time.

“What are you thinking about?” Tom whispered to you, rubbing circles onto your naked back and with an ounce of concern in his voice.

“... Marry me.”

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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Imagine Dating the GoT Characters in Modern Times

okay im still working on that confession request, but this sucker just got away from me lol. couldnt help meself. this is a bit more casual than the others

if i missed any of ya favs, send my ask box a mail pigeon and ill add em!

In this preference, you'll be dating: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion

NED STARK

He always worries so much after you, like if you’re unusually late getting home or you don’t call him back for some time. He won’t bother you about it because knows he worries, and he’s always ready to give you a warm hug when you finally get home. He’s very considerate of how you like things in the home and will fix anything immediately - although, you’re convinced he’s going to drop the AC in a lake if it acts up one more time. He has a picture of your wedding day that he absolutely loves and keeps in a safe spot in his wallet. The same picture is in frame on his desk, along with pictures of the kids. It’s the only decorations he has on the desk.

ROBB STARK

He’s convinced Grey Wind is starting to like you more because you’re the one who gives the goodnight treats. His favorite memories are the times when you both were able to get away to the lake or beach for a few days; he has a picture of you both on his desk at work. If you get him something you’d think he’d like, such as a scarf, he’ll absolutely wear it until it falls apart. Before you two moved in together, he really enjoyed calling you in the evening to hear about your day. Before you started dating, he’d send you pics of Grey Wind because you had the cutest reactions to them - soooo many emojis.

SANSA STARK

She loooves trying new things and hobbies with you, even if it doesn’t always end up so hot. The baking fiasco of 2018 shall not be spoken of, the pictures have been erased, it didn’t happen. She likes doing your make-up if you’ll let her, and she loves it when you two clothes shop together, mostly so she can dress you up. Lady is the most spoiled princess in the Stark family; you and Sansa have an instagram for her, she has her own rhinestone collar and custom bowl, it’s a whole thing. Sansa likes to brush her in the evening while she listens to you about your day or you both catch up with your fav TV shows. You two are way too invested in some of them and sometimes you stay up too late angry tweeting about it.

JON SNOW

You two were mutual friends for a while before you started hanging out exclusively more and more and finally someone asked if you were dating... At that point, you basically were. He really likes going hiking in the woods with you and Ghost, and some of his favorite pictures of you are from these trips - obvs they’re his phone background, and he gets shy if someone looks over his shoulder and asks if you’re his girlfriend. You both have gotten Ghost a nice dog bed and couch but he still likes to sleep at the foot of the bed, then promptly wake you both up at 6am for a walk. Jon was nervous but excited to introduce you to his family; he enjoys holidays with them much more because of you. He loves it when you text him cute things about your day or say you miss him.

BENJEN STARK

He caught your attention when you two began casually dating and he absolutely lit up when he talked about his nieces and nephews, and he showed you lots of pictures. It was just so cute. He absolutely loves it when you wear his shirts, especially the morning after - he will pull you back into the bed. He’s a total night owl but is very considerate of being quiet when you’re asleep. If you end up falling asleep after trying to stay up with him, he’ll carefully carry you back to bed. He works evenings too, so when he comes home early in the morning, he’ll cook you breakfast before staggering to bed (obviously he wants a good morning/night kiss as you get up and get ready).

JORY CASSEL

He’s an absolute sweetheart who will adopt all the dogs and fill up the house with them if you don’t stop him. When he’s playing with them or holding them, you like to take sneaky pictures because it’s just so cute and set it as your phone background. He always has the sweetest compliments for you, regardless if you’re dressing up or you just got out of the shower. The easiest way to fluster him is throw your legs over his lap while you’re wearing shorts or a skirt and just casually snuggle up. One day one of your dogs got out and you two were so beside yourself with worry, calling all the shelters and making posters and just stressing out together. The pup showed up a few hours later covered in mud and you both ran to hug her at the same time.

EDD TOLLETT

You’d actually been hanging out with him for a while because of your mutual friends, mostly Jon. You two had such an obvious crush on each other but wouldn’t make a move, so he and Sam did the trick where they invited you both out, then made an excuse and left you two alone. He’s the master of sending a meme in response to a text you sent two hours ago. He won’t admit how much he really likes it when you wear his shirts, either to bed or out on a date. They’re almost exclusively black metal band shirts with really weird art. You both tend to go to a lot of outdoor music festivals; he always wants to hold your hand so he doesn’t lose you in a crowd.

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

His beard and hair are still wild, don’t you worry, and he’s endlessly amused when it tickles you when he kisses you. His clothes are kind of a mess so you always try to straighten them out or iron them, which he really appreciates. Whenever he sees something cool, he has to immediately take a picture and send it to you. Sometimes he’s too excited about something, he just calls you or comes over. He’d totally want to go to nature reserves, zoos and parks for dates; he loves being outdoors and thinks you look best when the sunlight is on you. He’ll take so many pics on these dates but he’s a pretty bad cameraman (he tries!). He’ll go for the tallest rollercoaster at an amusement park and immediately regret it once the drop starts; he’s secretly relieved if you don’t want to go on one.

THEON GREYJOY

Let’s be honest, he’s kind of a fuckboy so you don’t date him too seriously. He’s the one who gets attached first and starts exclusively dating you. He really likes collecting guitars and would be stoked if you’d play or sing along with him. He prefers outdoor dates, but sports bars and music clubs are fun, too. No matter what, he’d be giving lots of PDA and wouldn’t take kindly to guys hitting on you. He always finds the most bizarre food or drink recipes online that he wants to try, usually resulting in your kitchen being a warzone afterward. Yara totally bullies him on his insta, no matter how much he blocks her.

YARA GREYJOY

She’s the definition of the types of girls your parents really didn’t want you to bring home but Here We Are. She has the most badass boots that she wears with an eyeliner with a wing so sharp it could kill a man. She loves pulling you close and being touchy with you in bars and clubs, especially when men are bothering you. Her diet 80% microwave so you have to cook actual food for her and make sure she eats. Family gatherings or phone calls always bother her, so you have to help calm her down afterward, usually with lots of making out. She’d like you to go with her when she gets tattoos so she has someone to chat and laugh with, and she’d subtly suggest you’d look cute with a piercing. She’ll kill the bugs in the relationship as long as you give her a thank you kiss, no matter what you’re in the middle of.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

She absolutely LOVES Christmastime and wants to decorate the whole house, send a Christmas card with you and her three bearded dragons and wear matching Christmas sweaters (she can be surprisingly stubborn about that). Cuddling on the sofa and watching movies usually ends her falling asleep on you, and if you try to move her she grumbles and hugs you closer. The background for her phone is you looking very worried, holding her three bearded dragons after she posed them on you. She’d much rather wear your hoodies and shirts than her own, sometimes only that if she’s lounging at home with you. She tries to plan a really nice date at least once a month, preferably you two going on a little weekend trip to a musical festival or a beach.

JORAH MORMONT

He texts he loves you at least twice throughout the day. When you go out on dates, he’s always worried if you need a jacket or if you’ve had enough to eat. Heel is digging into your ankle and giving you a blister? This guy has band-aids. When he gets home early, he likes to cook a quick dinner that’ll be ready when you’re home. Watching kdramas with Jorah is great because he gets so baffled and ask you if this is what kids watch nowadays, but then he gets surprisingly emotional over the big confessions and love triangles. Walking through a park or boardwalk at sunset while holding your hand is maximum serotonin for him.

MISSANDEI

Her absolute favorite part of the day is the chat you two have in the evening while you take off make-up, wash your faces and fix your hair before bed. Sometimes you talk about your day, sometimes you listen to music or have a show on. She really doesn’t like phones or laptops in bed because she just wants to cuddle or be intimate. You introduced her to theme parks, and now she absolutely loves them. Missandei will find the biggest coaster and pull you toward it, she also would like you to win her one of those stuffed animals at the shooting games. She’ll put them on a shelf in your room. Sometimes she reads a book that bothers her so much, she has to stop everything, march in the living room and tell you all about it.

GREY WORM

You asked him out by writing your number on his cup at the cafe you worked out. You never got a text or call, but he suddenly showed up a few days later, totally blushing and asking you out. It was kind of adorable. He really likes keeping the apartment tidy and totally loves your baking. You didn’t think he had a sweet tooth, and he's been trying out different recipes to share with you. He can be pretty shy around your friends, so you hang with him solo. He has surprisingly strong opinions on movies, so movie dates always spiral into film theory discussions. He's so baffled by social media but he follows and likes everything you because your posts and pics are cute.

TYWIN LANNISTER

You two met at your company’s expensive party, he interested you right away and you had fun flirting and trading verbal spars. You weren’t sure how he got your number, but he’d end up calling you up for dinners and dates and so on. That ended up turning into trips and long stays at his manor and basically you ended up living there. Tywin enjoys giving you all sorts of expensive gifts and clothes, which he of course doesn’t see as a big deal because you deserve it. Eventually you’d bother him about what you mean to him, and that’s when he’d just outright ask if you’d rather be married. Quite frankly, he doesn’t care about his children’s thoughts on the matter. He really prefers the dates and vacations that are more relaxing, especially when he gets to see you smile at something you haven’t seen.

TYRION LANNISTER

You and Tyrion discuss books like some people discuss politics. Actually, you both tend to have a lot of long discussions, but you both are so opinionated on books. He actually writes quite a bit and dedicates a lot of it to you. His favorite thing to do is make you laugh in public while you’re drinking something; he knows it drives you nuts and it’s adorable how much you sputter and look for a napkin. He blames you for Jamie’s love of ironic emojis, and he likes to send you screenshots of Cersei’s weird facebook rants. When he’s stressing over a writing deadline, he adores it when you give him a massage and help him calm down.

JAMIE LANNISTER

He’d often tease you about using so many cutest emojis in your text messages, so he started ironically using them. You’re positive he just picks them at random but he figured out that eggplant and peach REAL quick. When you first started dating, he tried to impress you with expensive gifts and dates, but he vastly prefers the lowkey cuddles at your apartment. His head in your lap, your pet curled around his legs and him reading off ridiculous shit Cersei posts on facebook … That’s the ideal. He was a nervous wreck when you met Tywin, although he was trying to play it off and be cool.

SANDOR CLEGANE

He’s such a grumpy bear that a lot of people wonder how the heck you two got together. You both like to hang out at music bars and clubs, and he’s always got a protective arm around you, and as the evening winds down he likes to nuzzle your hair and receive any kisses you give. He sleeps in really late and grumbles when you pull him out of bed to get his ass outside. He’ll always take care of the yard work and grills the best barbecue. He actually really likes when you ask him what he thinks about an outfit, even if he just says it’s fine, because he likes the way you twirl and show off your backside. There’s probably a football team he’s obsessed with and he WILL text you angrily about someone getting a red card or missing a goal.

BRONN

When you asked for his number, you were shook that he still had a goddamn flip phone. Even after dating for forever, he still has that damn thing. Your favorite date spot is live music bars, even if he starts to get overly affectionate and pull you in his lap. He has leather jackets and sometimes wears black cowboy boots with them and it just … works? He also probably rides a motorcycle but makes sure you have the proper clothes and helmet and actually obeys traffic laws when you’re riding with him. He’ll still flip off drivers, though. He doesn’t go to the doctor, his sick ass shows up on your doorstep half-dead and you force cold medicine down his throat while scolding him. He just likes being looked after, not that he’ll ever admit it.

PETYR BAELISH

You’re kind of surprised he asked you out, he seemed like a very wealthy, prominent person and you were a little worried. But on all your dates he’s nothing but a gentleman and he wants to go places you enjoy to know you better. Even if you both go somewhere more lowkey like a cafe or an art museum, he just has to impress you by picking you up in a nice car. He’s much more genuine in evenings at your apartment when you cuddle with him, or when you send sweet texts that he has trouble responding to right away because they’re just so nice. He likes to follow your social media just to see what you’re up to, and he has a picture of you on his desk, probably one where you’re wearing something he got you.

STANNIS BARATHEON

He’s on top of anything that needs to be fixed or dealt with around the house, sometimes without you even noticing they were broken. He’s very grateful when you plan dates for fun or for anniversaries, because he has trouble with such things. He also totally melts when you bring him coffee in the morning with a kiss, or take his coat when he comes home. Holidays are an absolute mess; last year he was THIS close to throttling Renly with a string of holly. You like changing his phone background to saucy pictures of yourself, because he already sucks at phones and now he’s bright red and it’s taking him five minutes to figure out how to change it. You were pretty bummed when he finally figured out how to set up a phone lock, so now you just text the pictures while he’s at home. It takes a few seconds before you hear him sputter and drop his phone in the other room.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

Admittedly, Davos is a little insecure about the age difference between you two, but he’s always very comforted when you hold his hand and kiss him in public. He always has interesting places to take you, and somehow he seems to know at least one person there. He always has a new story about how he lost his fingers and now it’s just an inside joke between you two. You think its hilarious how worked up he gets about his sports teams, and he cracks up when you yell at competitive cooking shows. Sometimes he needs your help deciphering Stannis’ weird, cryptic texts. He’s very weak when you’re dressing up to go out, especially when you slip on pantyhose and heels.

MARGAERY TYRELL

You didn’t realize how big of an influencer she was until she innocently asked for a selfie of the two of you. You were on a beach date and you kissed her cheek while she made a cute pose. Much later she showed you the pic on her instagram and holy shit is that’s 20k likes what in the seven hells. If it’s a sunny day, she absolutely wants to go out to the beach or an outdoor mall or anything. She likes to show you pics of outfits, ask your opinion, and buy it as a surprise if you really love it. If you both got a pet together, she’d basically treat it like your kid. She loves taking you with her on her family’s expensive vacations, and she can’t stop holding your hand and grinning the whole time.

BRYNDEN TULLY

Brynden is also worried about the age gap between you two, and it often bothers him when people mistake him for your father while you two are out. He loves talking about you to his nieces and nephew. He held off on telling his brother out of spite, because he knew Hoster was going to bug him about proposing. His favorite thing to do with you is go boating on the family’s lake, especially when you’re laughing as you try to keep your hat on. His absolute favorite picture is a selfie you took while you were in his lap, you’re making a silly face while he’s kissing your cheek.

EDMURE TULLY

He loves doing the silliest, most domestic stuff with you. Doing laundry together while joking around, picking out furniture to match in the living room, even adopting a dog or a kitten who would end up spoiled rotten. He’d actually fall for you quickly while you were dating and already think of your wedding and a family, but he wouldn’t want to pressure you at all. He has the worst bedhead and you have to grab him before he runs out to work and try to tame it. You both have the most ridiculous in-jokes and when you watch dramas, you both get way too emotionally invested and try not to cry in front of each other.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

She’s very shy about taking selfies with you until you encourage her and insist she’s adorable. She takes good care of her health and works out a lot, and she’s definitely want you to join her for the latter. She’s great with motivating and praising you! She likes dates where you two just wander around outdoor malls or museums, you just walk and chat about all sorts of things. You’re absolutely her phone background and lock screen, and when her dad calls to check on her she ends up talking about you a lot. You both like to put on cooking shows while you fold laundry or clean and you end up getting so distracted.

RAMSAY BOLTON

You weren’t totally keen on introducing him to your parents, then they suddenly came over while he was hanging out with you and he was such a Perfect Gentleman™ you almost got whiplash. He’s the reason stray dogs always hang around your backyard and porch, he leaves food out for them. He always frowns when you cover up his hickeys with concealer. He’s not the least bit phased by horror or slasher movies, but puts them on TV anyway so you can cling to him and hide your face. He’s absolutely the sort to threaten any male friends he thinks are too close to you, then play innocent when you confront him. He likes date spots that are a little more secluded, so he can grab your body and give you a deep kiss anytime he’s wanting you.

ROOSE BOLTON

In the morning, he always has to kiss you when he wakes up and before he leaves for work, no exceptions. He’s very private so those he works with are surprised to learn he’s married, but once you two are together at some company party it’s obvious he dotes on you. His kinks are even more pronounced now and he loves buying you things he wants to see you wear. He’d like to have a family with you once you’re ready. He’d be super into you sending him sexy pictures during the day, but he won’t respond right away or pretend the picture didn’t load just to mess with you.

OBERYN MARTELL

He looooves surprising you with thoughtful gifts, weekend trips or even just flowers sent to your work with a loveydovey note that has all your coworkers teasing you. He hangs around at your apartment so much, you wonder why he just doesn’t move in. He will absolutely love any flirty texts or sexy pictures you send him over the phone, and he’ll respond in kind. When your relationship started getting more serious, he introduced you to his family and daughters, and fell even more in love with you because you were so kind to everyone. He always wants to take you places because he thinks you’re the cutest when you’re amazed by new things.

BERIC DONDARRION

A mutual friend hooked you both up for a blind date, which bothered you a lot, but Beric was so nice, genuine and apologetic that you decided to go through with it anyway. You’re grateful you live in a cold climate because he looooves the fireplace and snuggling with you in front of it. He’s not the best at cooking and would appreciate you teaching him, also you look super cute in an apron so that’s a bonus. Expect a ton of different outdoors and camping trips from him, also he’s the worst about getting injured and insisting he’s fine, even when there’s blood all over the bathroom sink.

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