#I think giving OK those ears was the perfect decision

[frameshiftworks]

“Hand me a Greatsword...”

“... and I shall Cleave the World.”

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

second heir

pairing: harwin strong x targaryen!oc

synposis: tensions in the targaryen family rise when viserra targaryen, the youngest child of queen aemma and king viserys, gives birth to her second son with ser harwin strong. ser criston cole learns that picking on harwin strong's son is not the smartest decision.

warnings: graphic depiction of childbirth, swearing, violence, slight angst, fluff, ser cri*t*n c*le

notes: I usually do a reader insert but thought it would make more sense to use a targaryen-esque name - enjoy!

"Push Princess. Just one more."

A whimper escaped her lips. Her body felt like it was on fire. Or dipped in acid. Or both. In that moment, Viserra Targaryen was convinced there was no greater suffering on earth than that of childbirth.

"Push!"

"I'm fucking trying." Viserra seethed through clenched teeth as she pushed with all her might.

"Come on my love." The deep voice of her husband murmured in her ear as he knelt beside her. "Take my hand."

Viserra let out a groan of pain as she pushed once more, her hand clasping around her husband's as she squeezed with all her might.

"Why did you have to get me pregnant you fucking cunt, I swear I'm going to-" Her rant was cut off as she let out another scream of pain as the midwife behind her held open her legs.

"I think one more push will do it princess, I see the head!" The midwife announced from below her.

"Yes darling, tell me how much of a cunt I am come on." A gloved hand caressed her face, drawing her attention away from the midwife between her thighs. Her eyes locked with the deep brown ones of her husband.

"I love you, you stupid cunt- ah!" If he was not so strong she most likely would have pulverised the bones in his hand.

A breathy chuckle escaped Harwin Strong's lips as he squeezed her hand back.

"I am a cunt, a cunt that loves you very much." With that she clenched her eyes shut as she gave one last push.

She let out a moan of relief as the pain subsided, air filling up her lungs once more as the midwives gushed in praise.

"It's ok my love, it is over." Harwin murmured, kissing her damp hair as he held her closely.

"You are so strong, a brave mother." Viserra let out a silent sob as she clung to her husband, letting him pepper her face with kisses and praises as she fell limp in his arms.

"It is a boy, princess."

Viserra finally opened her eyes as crying filled the cavernous room. She was both crying and laughing with joy as she watched the midwife carefully bundle up her son.

Overwhelming love and warmth filled her as her son was placed into her outstretched arms. Almost as if those last few hours of pain had been erased, like she would do it all again now just to hold him like this.

"Healthy?"

"As healthy as one can be, princess." The midwife confirmed.

Viserra let out another sob as she cradled her son to her chest and placed a kiss to his forehead.

"Hi baby." She whispered to him, watching as he squirmed and flailed in her arms.

"Look how beautiful he is." She murmured, finally passing him to Harwin to hold.

"Well no wonder, look at his mother." Harwin smiled softly as he gently took his son in his arms. "I told you I knew it would be another boy."

Viserra felt her heart warm when she saw the tears rolling down her husband's cheeks as he spoke.

"He is perfect." She remarked, her eyes never leaving her son, completely entranced in the new life she and Harwin had just created.

"That he is." Harwin murmured as he carefully handed him back to Viserra.

"Princess." The sound of an unfamiliar voice made Viserra finally tear away her eyes from her son.

She felt a sense of dread course through her at the sight of the nervous handmaiden. She knew that could mean only one thing.

"The Queen has requested the child be brought to her. Immediately."

"Now? For what purpose?" Harwin's voice was demanding as he rose to his feet, a complete shift in his demeanour from only moments ago.

"I-I-" The handmaiden began to flounder, her eyes wide and fearful as she glanced between the commander and the princess.

"-it is fine." Viserra saved the handmaiden from her unpredictable fate.

"I will take him myself."

"You will do no such thing." Harwin snapped as Viserra began to push herself off the mattress. "You must rest."

"Your husband is right princess, you must stay in bed." One of the midwives agreed.

They were right, of course. Viserra wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her husband and new son. But Queen Alicent Hightower had already ruined that perfect moment by sending her handmaiden in here. Just the mention of her name was poisonous enough to sour everything it touched.

The least Viserra could do now was ensure that she drip fed the Queen her own sweetly crafted poison while she met her grandson.

"Remove the cord and make sure the afterbirth has arrived. Then help me dress. Husband, you hold him."

Harwin eyed his wife for a few moments before nodding as he took his son once more. He knew his wife well enough to know that once she made her mind up, there was no changing it. Best to stand aside and let her run her course.

"It is done princess." One of the midwives announced after a few minutes.

Viserra gritted her teeth and wrapped a hand around one of the bedposts. She ground her teeth in an attempt to extinguish the grunt of pain she let out as she pulled herself off the bed and onto her feet.

"This is ridiculous." Harwin spat, his heart aching as he watched helplessly as his wife winced as the handmaidens cinched her dress around her waist.

"What could possibly be so urgent that she needs to see our son right away."

"I am sure the Queen has her very rationale reasons." Viserra drawled as the handmaidens stepped away from her.

"Let us just get this over with." She huffed as they opened the doors from their chambers.

"Run a bath for the princess for when she returns." Harwin murmured to one of the servants quietly so Viserra did not hear.

"Sister!" The sound of Rhaenyra's voice filled her ears the second they stepped into their main living quarters.

"A healthy boy, I heard." Viserra felt a smile form on her lips at the sight of her sister bounding towards her.

"Oh he is beautiful sister, congratulations." A rare true smile appeared on Rhaenyra's face as she stared down at her nephew.

"Thank you sister."

The smile was quick to fall from Rhaenyra's features when she noticed Harwin's grim features and the way her sister's smile did not meet her eyes.

Her brow narrowed when she watched her brother in law and sister begin to make their way towards the threshold of their quarters.

"What is wrong? Where are you going?"

"The Queen has requested to see him. Immediately." Harwin answered as they stepped into the hallway.

"She what?" Rhaenyra could hardly believe her ears as she walked alongside them.

"I know she did it with Joffrey but I never thought- she has gone too far. I cannot sit by and-"

"- you can and you will sister." Viserra cut her off, breathing deeply as pain rumbled through her.

"We will go and show her the child, let her feel powerful for a few moments. It might do her some good." Their voices were low as they made their way through the hallway. At a very slow pace at that given Viserra's state.

"I am coming with you."

"No." Viserra's voice was firm as she came to a stop to grab her sister's arm. "She will just find some way to villainize you or to get you to say something she can twist."

Rhaenyra's face morphed into one of sadness as she studied her sister.

"Let her torture us for a while." Viserra insisted.

"We can handle it." Harwin spoke, sending his sister in law a nod.

Rhaneyra glanced between them as she tried to reach a decision. She knew what the rationale one was. That her sister was right. As heir it was more strategic to leave it. But as Viserra's older sister, every part of her was screaming at her to march up those stairs and tear Allicent's hair from her scalp.

The look on Harwin's face was what made her decision for her. The look that said if anything happened to his wife, he would literally murder everything in sight. She knew her sister was safe with him.

"Fine." She relented. "But please try not to strain yourself too much sister." A hand reached up to gently brush Viserra's cheek.

"I will do my best." Viserra forced a small on her lips as she leant into her sister's touch.

With that Harwin and Viserra were on their way once more. Viserra let out a whimper as she clung to his arm. They had only made it a few metres when Harwin came to a stop.

"Alright that is it."

"Harwin what-"

"Hold him." Viserra opened her mouth in surprise as he passed their son into her arms.

"Harwin-" She let out a small yelp of surprise as he bent down and wrapped his hands under her back and legs and lifted her off the ground with ease.

She clung to their son as Harwin cradled her in his arms and began to march with a determined pace towards the Queen's chambers.

"Harwin-" She began for the third time.

"I will put you down before we go inside do not fret. We can let her think you scaled those steps on your own. But I am not letting my wife who just gave birth take another step if it can be avoided." He answered her as he passed by gaping onlookers without so much as a glance in their direction.

Her heart warmed at his words. She felt her anger subdue for a few moments as she studied her husband, with that look of loyal determination on his features. The face that she had fallen in love with as a teenager.

She remembered the day that he had taken up a position as a sworn protector of her family. The first time the pair locked eyes across the hall. The first time they spoke when he caught her trying to sneak out of the castle. The first time they unfurled their secrets to one another. The first time she took his hand and led him into her chambers.

While Rhaenyra was having her tryst with Criston Cole, Viserra was having hers with Harwin Strong.

But unlike her sister, Viserra did not have the weight of being their father's heir on her shoulders. Nor was her father as focused on marrying her off to the most politically strategic husband possible.

So when Viserra walked in one afternoon and informed her father that she was in love with Harwin Strong and was to wed him, what else was he to do but agree? He could never say no to his baby daughter, nor did he want to. He could see how in love she was and all he wished was for her to be happy. Besides, the rumours of their tryst and the ruining of her maidenhood had began to spread through the castle. This would quell those rumours.

It made sense politically too, given Harwin Strong was the son of the hand of the king and the heir to Harrenhal. It was the perfect strategic match for a second born daughter. That was how he had explained it to Alicent when she had questioned it anyway. Of course, that only deepened the queen's jealousy and resentment towards the Targaryen sisters.

Harwin came to a stop in front of the Queen's chambers. Viserra brought a hand up to caress his cheek.

"I love you husband."

"As I love you, wife." He answered, pressing a kiss to her palm as he gently placed her down on the ground. He captured her lips in a kiss. The usually frowned upon public display of affection caused the guards stationed at the door to divert their eyes.

"Give her hell." He whispered into her ear as the doors opened.

That she would.

Their son squirmed in her arms as they made their way inside. Neither spared Ser Criston Cole a glance as they passed him. Alicent was standing at the window, her back to them, her gaze fixed over the sea.

Viserra fought the urge to double over in pain as her insides burned. Her body was slick with sweat. Practically dripping from head to toe. Her blonde hair plastered to her face and back.

It was a comfort to her to know that even when she looked like this, Alicent's beauty would still never compare. A small comfort, perhaps a petulant one. But a comfort nonetheless.

"Viserra." Alicent's sickly sweet voice rung out through the cavernous room.

"What are you doing here? You should be resting after your labours." Her concern almost sounded sincere.

"I did not wish to disappoint you, your grace." Viserra answered as Harwin ushered her over to the couch.

"Oh yes, please sit." Alicent nodded, her dress swishing at her ankles as she made her way over to them.

She watched with intense eyes as Harwin guided his wife down to sit on the sofa. His gaze was so full of love and concern it almost made Alicent feel ill. Anger rippled through her as he placed a tender kiss to Viserra's forehead.

Such love, such intimacy. It was something that Alicent would never experience. At least Rhaenyra had to make some small sacrifices in the name of duty as heir. Viserra on the other hand did not even know the meaning.

Being the second born daughter meant the focus had always been off her. That she could run around and do as she pleased with no consequences. Alicent had known of her treacherous affair with the Strong boy, she had even gone to Viserys with the information. Yet nothing was done, she was brushed off once more. And after all that Viserra still got to wed the man that she loved.

"I cannot believe how long it has been since your last son was born. How old is Aemar now?"

"He will be six next month, your grace." Harwin answered her.

"Six." Alicent remarked. "Such a long space in between children."

"It was not for a lack of trying your grace." Viserra answered her as she raised a brow. "Believe me."

Harwin glanced down at his feet to hide his smirk as Alicent's mouth drew into a sharp line.

"Yes well, better late than never I suppose." She cleared her throat as she approached them.

"Let me meet him properly." It was a demand, not a question. Her arms extended expectantly. Viserra bit her tongue as she reluctantly handed the queen the small bundle in her arms.

"He was two weeks early I understand? Like his brother?"

"Ten days early, your grace."

Alicent let out a hum as she examined the child in her arms intently. "Do the maesters think it will impact him the way it has Aemar?"

Viserra could feel the fire beginning to build up inside her.

"I am not sure I understand, your grace." Harwin spoke for her, noting the way his wife's fists had curled up the material of the sofa.

"Well the boy is quite small for his age."

Criston Cole smirked in the corner.

"The maesters have assured us they are both strong and healthy. They do have Targaryen blood after all." Viserra answered, using every ounce of her strength to keep her voice calm.

"Unless you are questioning the quality of Targaryen blood, your grace. Which I am sure was not your intention."

Alicent looked up from the child, her eyes locking with Viserra's.

"Of course not. I suppose it would have to be the integrity of your husband's blood that caused such defects."

Silence fell over the room. It had been such an off handed remark. Said so casually and plainly for how great of an insult the words wielded.

Harwin and Viserra were no fools. They were aware of the Queen's suspicions around the lineage of Rhaenyra's three children. The rumours that they had been fathered by one of the knights in the city watch. They were true, of course. It was plain as day. The three boys had dark brown hair and pale skin. But nothing would extract that confession from Viserra.

It was only logical for Alicent to start questioning the lineage of Viserra's children too. If one sister was capable of adultry, why not the other? It did not help that Aemar had been born small and lean, particular in comparison to his father. But the maesters had assured Harwin and Viserra that he was merely a late bloomer, that he would grow into his build.

As Viserra stared at Alicent, she wondered how she had ever felt sympathy for her. Much less been her friend. She used to follow Rhaenyra and Alicent around wherever they went when she was a child. Hanging onto their every word like it was gospel.

Even after her father had announced his intention to wed Alicent, Viserra had still tried to be friends. She had seen how Otto Hightower had manoeuvred his daughter like a chess piece for his own gain. And she had felt sorry for her as she watched her churn out child after child, trapped in a loveless marriage.

But the moment she had started going after Rhaenyra, all hope was lost. And as the three women grew, Alicent's bitterness towards Rhaenyra spread to Viserra, entangling her up in her web of venom and lies and hatred.

There was no repairing the bond that had been broken.

"What did you say?" Harwin's voice was low, his eyes bright with rage.

He took a step towards her. The sound of Criston Cole's blade being unsheathed rang out behind them.

"Husband, relax." Viserra brought a hand up to grip his forearm.

She turned around in her seat and glared at Criston. "And sheath your blade Ser Criston, there is no need for such theatrics." She resisted the urge to smile at the sight of his glowering stare.

"The Queen did not mean any harm by her words." Her voice was scarily light and calm. She forced a chuckle up her throat and past her lips. Her face was the perfect portrait of calm.

She thought she might tear the Queen's head clean off her shoulders when she noticed Alicent's grip on her son tighten.

"You know that she is often left alone by father, sometimes he forgets to pass on things. Like what the maester's have told him about the health of his grandchildren."

Viserra could feel Harwin relax under her touch as she shot Alicent a smile.

"Right, your grace?"

If looks could kill, Viserra would be shredded into ribbons right now.

"Of course. I meant no offence." Alicent managed to force out, causing Viserra's grin to widen.

Viserra knew she should leave it at that. To not poke the beast. But Alicent's insult had ignited the flame within her. And once that flame was alight, it could not easily be extinguished.

"You know, you must get your boys to come meet their new nephew, your grace. Especially Aegon." Viserra spoke casually as Alicent handed her son back to her.

"Must I?"

"Oh yes. I mean with me as second heir and the birth of our son that would put Aegon now at... seventh in line?" Viserra feigned confusion as she glanced up at Harwin.

Harwin knew the nature of the game instantly.

"Eighth, my love. Counting our little nephew." Harwin responded, a smirk on his lips as he glared at the queen.

"Oh yes eighth of course, I almost forgot to count little Prince Joffrey. My mistake." Viserra chuckled.

"I know Aegon is not so... passionate about ruling as you or your father are, so I am sure that the knowledge he is now eighth in line would be most relieving for him to hear."

Viserra was not sure if she had ever seen Alicent so unhinged. Her bottom lip trembled and her face twitched as she stared at her step-daughter. Usually the perfect face of righteousness and dignity. The ever composed queen. She looked as if she might just step forward and scratch Viserra's eyes out.

"You dare-"

"What happy news this morning!"

Viserra felt her heart warm at the sight of her father making his way through the double doors. Viserys' eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter and his newest grandson.

"It appears your hunch was right Harwin, a healthy boy I have heard."

"Indeed your grace." Harwin smiled as Viserra extended out the bundle of cloth for him to take.

"Let me see my handsome grandson."

Alicent glared as she watched her husband take the child in his arms. He had never even looked that happy when holding their own children.

"Oh he is beautiful. He will make a strong knight I am sure." Viserys beamed as he rocked the babe gently.

"Has my grandson got a name yet?"

"We were thinking Edmyn." Viserra answered when Harwin glanced down at her questioningly.

A grin spread across his lips at the name. It was a traditional House Strong name. One that Viserra knew Harwin had been secretly dying for.

"Edmyn? That is an unusual Valyrian name." Alicent chimed in. Viserra had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Because it is not one. Aemar has a Valyrian name, I think it only fitting we also pay homage to the Strongs."

"I could not agree more daughter. Edmyn suits him. I am sure your father will be proud of it Harwin."

"Indeed he will your grace."

This time it was Alicent's turn to not roll her eyes.

"You know, I think I can see a bit of his grandmother in him." Viserys remarked, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Viserra could feel tears threatening to pool in her own eyes at the mention of her mother.

Harwin cleared his throat when he noticed his wife's state.

"If it is ok with you, your grace, your daughter has been more braver than I could ever be, I think she deserves to rest."

"Oh of course." Viserys smiled as he glanced down at his daughter. "I know how draining your labours can be."

"Thank you father." Viserra grimaced as Harwin helped her back up onto her feet.

"We are hoping to bare you a granddaughter next." She continued as she studied Alicent. "And we have already picked out the name."

She was more than happy to twist the knife in further.

"Aemma."

This time Alicent could not fight the eye roll at Viserra's words, turning her back as she did so.

A tear rolled down Viserys' cheek as he brought his hand up to caress his daughter's cheek.

"We can only hope the gods may be so kind." Viserys smiled as he embraced her in a tight hug.

"Now go rest with your husband and new child."

Viserra winced as she slipped into the hot tub. She withheld a moan as the warm water surrounded her, melting into her skin and bones.

"I am sorry if I bled on you."

Harwin let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he knelt down beside the tub.

"I have seen the worst that mankind has to offer, the type of violence that no one should see. You really think a little bit of blood is going to offend me?" He mused as he brought a damp cloth up to her forehead.

His gaze softened when she did not reply, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.

"You should not have had to go through that today." He murmured as he tenderly cleaned her.

"No." She conceded. "I should not have."

"You would not have to if we left King's Landing. If we travelled to Harrenhal and lived with my family."

"You know I cannot leave Rhaenyra. Not with these spiders circling her ever tighter. She is surrounded. I am all she has." Harwin withheld a sigh at her words.

They were expected, but disappointing none the less.

"I know."

No more was said as Harwin bathed her and helped her dress. He picked her up and carried her to their bed, placing her gently on the satin sheets.

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Harwin smiled softly as he watched her sleep, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Viserra stirred but did not wake at the sound of a soft knock on the door. Harwin spared her one last glance before he crept to the door. He was greeted by Rhaenyra Targaryen on the other side.

"Is Viserra asleep?"

"She has had a long day." He answered quietly.

Rhaenyra merely nodded in understanding, her face tight with worry as she glanced over Harwin's shoulder.

"She will tell you all tomorrow, I am sure." He assured the princess.

"Was it bad?"

"Quite. Alicent grows more venomous each day." Harwin answered.

"I thought Viserra would be spared given she is not first heir."

"It appears that her resentment has spread to encompass your sister too, princess." Harwin could not hide the anger in his voice as he spoke. He hated feeling so helpless, like there was nothing he could do to protect his wife.

"You should leave, you do not have to stay here. Both of you and the boys should go to Harrenhal. Be spared from this torture." Rhaenyra whispered, desperation evident in her voice.

"You and I both know that Viserra will never leave you alone here."

Rhaenyra sighed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I had not taught her to be so stubborn."

A sad smile spread across Harwin's lips.

"As do I."

Harwin squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. He stepped out into the training courtyard. The sound of wooden swords hitting sacks filled with barley filled his ears. The grunts of young boys exerting themselves as they practiced.

He glanced up to see Viserys watching from above. He gave him a nod and a smile in greeting. His eyes scanned the yard, counting four of his nephews. He was quick to spot his son. The smallest of the five children. And the only one skulking about in the corner.

A smile spread across his lips as he watched the way Aemar's eyes brightened at the sight of him. Aemar dropped his sword without a second thought and raced towards him, weaving between the other boys to reach him.

Harwin let out a small chuckle as Aemar smashed into his leg, wrapping his thin limbs around his thigh to cling to him.

"Is it supper time father? Is training over?" His son asked as he peered up at him through his thick head of dark hair.

"Not quite yet. I just came to see how you were getting along."

"Oh." Aemar's smile was quick to fall. He watched as his father crouched down to meet his eyes.

"Maybe I can finish training early today? Could you ask mother?"

"Your mother is sleeping with your brother. She is quite tired."

"Oh no do not disturb her then, mother deserves as much rest as she can have." Aemar's brow knitted together as concern flashed across his features.

Harwin smiled softly as he ran a hand through his son's hair. He had always been so considerate and kind of others. Something that worried Harwin slightly. That kind of compassion was a weakness here.

"How has your training been going?" Harwin's eyes drifted over to Criston to see Criston's gaze already locked onto his.

Aemar glanced down at his feet. "Fine."

A lie.

Harwin could see Criston speaking to Alicent's boys, Rhaenyra's children left to practice on their own. He had a feeling his son was being given the same treatment.

"Go on then, I will watch you train and then we can go get something to eat." Harwin shot his son a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder.

Aemar, never one to disappoint his parents, dutifully nodded before scurrying back to the centre of the yard.

Harwin rose to his full height and paced around the edge of the square. He could feel Criston's eyes on him as he walked but chose to ignore it as he watched the boys begin to spar.

Criston and Harwin were similar, some would say. Both knights, protectors of the royal family. Both had fallen in love with a Targaryen princess. Both had disgraced their sacred vows to bed them.

The difference between Criston and Harwin was that Harwin's infatuation was not one sided. A difference that both were acutely aware of.

Harwin had always found Criston's jealousy quite pathetic. And initially quite humorous. That was until Ser Criston had started taking out his anger on Viserra and Rhaenyra's children.

"Come on Aemar, weapons up." He encouraged when he saw his son hesitantly go to pick up his sword.

His small fingers had nearly reached the hilt when Criston's boot stepped on it, crushing it as he brushed past Aemar to speak to Aegon.

"It seems some of your younger pupils could do with a bit more attention, Ser Criston." Harwin could not control his tongue any longer. If he did not say something, it would be his fists that would talk instead.

"You question my method of instruction?" Criston answered him.

"No, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."

"With all due respect Ser, I doubt you can have an impartial stance on the matter."

Harwin barked out a humourless laugh as he locked eyes with him. "Humour me."

Criston eyed him for a few moments before an unreadable expression crossed his features.

"Very well. Aemar, you spar with Aegon."

Harwin gritted his teeth as he watched Criston grip his son's armour and yank him into the centre of the field.

"That is hardly a fair match."

Indeed, Aegon was at least twice his son's size and weight and even in age. Aegon, being the spoilt cunt that he was, seemed delighted at the opportunity to crush a weaker opponent.

"When steal is drawn a fair match isn't something anyone should expect."

Harwin glanced up at the viewing balcony at the king and his father. Neither seemed willing to say a word.

"Blades up." Criston continued.

Harwin could see Aemar was shaking, even from where he was standing. His son was not a fighter, at least not yet. He was small and skinny and his temperament was the most gentle he had seen. He may grow into one yet, but Harwin was certain that this type of combat would not help him get there.

Aemar glanced at his father, his eyes pleading as he shakily rose his sword up in front of his chest.

"Engage."

Aegon let out an unhinged scream as he hurtled himself at Aemar. Harwin was too far away to stop him from hitting Aemar across the face and pushing him down. Harwin reached him as Aegon raised his sword to bring it down onto Aemar's chest.

Harwin lunged forward and grabbed the older prince by the scruff of the neck. Aegon let out a scream of frustration, thrashing around against Harwin as he tried to attack his younger nephew.

"Aegon!" The King finally let out a weak reprimand from above.

Harwin simply shoved him away, sending him stumbling into Ser Criston.

Rhaenyra's children ran to crowd around Aemar who was still on his back. They were murmuring comforting and encouraging things to him as Harwin reached them.

"Son, are you all right?" Harwin crouched down, his heart hammering in his chest as he brought his son up to sit.

The wood had drawn blood, a small slice across Aemar's smooth cheek. It was still enough to make Harwin see red.

"I am ok father." Aemar's small voice wavered, his chin wobbling as he tried to keep a brave face.

"I am confused Ser Harwin. You wish for me to treat your son equally and yet intervene within mere seconds."

Harwin's jaw clenched at the sound of Criston's mocking voice behind him. Harwin rose to his full height, his fists bunched at his sides as he turned to glare at Cole.

"The prince could have been seriously hurt. That match up was not safe."

Criston let out a small chuckle as Harwin turned around once more to pay attention to his son. He needed to quell his anger before he could no longer contain it and did something regrettable.

"I am sorry you feel that match was not fair, Strong." Cole spoke as he eyed Harwin.

"But I am afraid due to your son's.... stature... none of his nephew's would be a fair match." Harwin glanced down at his son who's head hung in shame at Ser Criston's words.

He could hear Aegon and Aemond sniggering behind him.

"Perhaps I could ask one of the handmaiden's to volunteer. Or your new son. They are probably equal in strength."

The snap of broken bone hung in the air.

Criston stumbled back as blood began to leak from his nose. Harwin let out an animalistic growl as he knocked him to his feet and launched himself on top of him. He landed punch after punch, screaming as he let out his rage.

"Say it again! Speak that way about my son again!" He shouted as arms wrapped around him and forced him off the knight.

Criston's body was limp, his head lolling back as blood poured from his nose.

"You talk about him like that again and I will fucking kill you, do you hear me!" He bellowed as other knights dragged him away.

Viserys and Lionel watched from above, their faces grim as they watched the scene unfold.

"So much for that pleasant afternoon." Viserys sighed.

"I heard it took four knights to pull you off him."

Harwin winced as Viserra pressed an ointment into his blistering knuckles.

"I was a bit too preoccupied to count."

Amusement flashed across her features as she rubbed the ointment in gently.

"I wish I was there to witness it, would have got me all hot and bothered."

Harwin shook his head, trying to fight the smile on his face as he glanced up at his wife.

"What? It taking four knights pulling me off him, or watching Ser Criston being beat into a pulp."

"Can a woman not find both equally arousing?" She teased him as she placed the ointment on the table beside the bed.

She withheld a sigh when she watched the smile seep from his face. His eyes glazing over as he thought about today's events. She leant forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

"You did nothing wrong, my love." She mumbled against his lips as she pressed their foreheads together. "

Cole should not have dared insult a prince like that. All the boys heard him say it, he has no way to talk himself out of it. He will be punished. I will see to it that you are not. You were just protecting your son." Viserra's voice was thick with emotion as she spoke, anger furling up inside her at the memory of her husband relaying the words that Cole had said to their son.

She could not think about it for to long. Or think about the small cut on Aemar's cheek that she touched when she kissed him goodnight. It made her sick with rage. Angry enough to burn the entire castle to the ground.

"I still should not have lost my temper. Not in front of Aemar. It sets a bad example." He mumbled as he glanced down at his bruised knuckles.

"It might have frightened him."

Viserra's gaze softened at her husband's words. She ran a hand through his thick hair before using her index finger to tilt his chin up and force him to meet her eyes.

"Aemar adores you. He could never be frightened of you. He knows that you would only act like that if our family was in danger."

Harwin smiled as Viserra leant forward to kiss her husband's forehead.

"I do not know what I would do without you." He mumbled against her skin as he embraced her in a tight hug and buried his head into her chest.

"Nor I you." She whispered to him as she let him cling to her, engulfing her frame as she wrapped her arms around him.

It was in that moment that Viserra's mind wandered back to the conversation they had yesterday when she was taking her bath. About leaving King's Landing. And for the first time, she felt herself seriously considering it.

A knock at the door made both of them pull apart. They exchanged glances before turning their attention to the entrance.

"Enter." Viserra called.

"Rhaenyra." Her sister's name slipped through her lips at the sight of her.

"Sister, Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra inclined her head as they both rose to their feet to greet her.

"What brings you here at such a late hour?" Viserra's brow knitted together as she studied her sister.

"I came to tell you." Rhaenyra swallowed as her eyes darted between them.

"My family and I are leaving. Tomorrow."

Viserra's lips parted in surprise, her eyes darting to Harwin before turning back to her sister.

"To Dragonstone?"

"I should have left years ago." Rhaenyra nodded.

"But what of your position. If that bloodsucking queen has father all to herself-"

"-I have been made a spectacle of sister." Rhaenyra snapped, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "They whisper about me in the corridors. I wish to leave them to it."

Rhaenyra sniffled as she held back her tears, her eyes moving from her sister to Harwin who was studying her warily.

"After the events of yesterday and today, I cannot stay here any longer. You and your family have been tarred with the same brush. I cannot let you be tried and punished for the crimes Alicent believes me to have committed."

"Sister." Viserra breathed out as she stepped forward to take her sister's hands in her own.

"I beg of you, do not do this for my benefit. We are on your side, in your corner. We can batter this storm."

Rhaenyra shook her head and squeezed her sister's hands tightly. "I know sister, I know. But this is a storm that we should flee from." She locked eyes with Harwin's once more.

"And I am not doing this for my benefit, I am doing it for both of our families."

Harwin came to stand beside Viserra as she released her sister's hands, confusion contorting on her features.

"Come with us." Rhaenyra continued as she glanced between the couple.

"We can be a family. Our boys can do as they like, play and train without us having to fear what Criston Cole might do to them."

Viserra dragged her eyes from Rhaenyra up to Harwin's. He was already staring down at her, his face muscles taught. In that moment, it was just the two of them together as they studied eachother.

"Your father-"

"My father does not matter." Harwin cut her off. "Our family is what matters. You know I have always championed us to leave this place."

"I cannot ask you to do this." She whispered, her voice wavering as she spoke.

"I go wherever you go. I would follow you to the end of the earth my love." He murmured back, squeezing her hand tightly.

"It would be nice to give birth and stay in bed for longer than thirty seconds." She murmured after a few moments. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded in agreement.

"Indeed."

For once Rhaenyra was unable to hold back her tears as she watched her baby sister and her husband.

"To Dragonstone then?"

The couple turned to her at her words. "To Dragonstone." Harwin agreed, squeezing his wife's hand once more.

"Maybe you can beat up Cole once more before we go. Just so Viserra and I can have a fond memory of this place to look back on."

A grin spread across Harwin's lips as Viserra chuckled beside him.

"That can be arranged."

I adore this fic and the little family I have created hehehe <3 p.s totally canon that Viserra and Harwin have a girl called Aemma. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!

[turkfra]

Do you have any pink genre recs in terms of music? I want to get more into the genre.

-Hypermobile Françoise anon

hello!!! do you have any idea how hard this is for me to answer. i love rambling and being pedantic and going off on tangents. almost as much as i love punk music...

tl;dr i compiled a playlist for you, containing 3 songs from (most of) the bands mentioned below, plus a few extra from miscellanious artists bc 54 is my lucky number. it was hard to choose just 3 from some of my faves but i feel like this is a good introduction. long post to follow <3

instead of simply giving you a list and sending you on your merry way, i am absolutely going to spout off bc thats what i do and ur gonna regret asking. do you think you were gonna get off that easy? you absolute fool. sit ur ass down ur about to get schooled.

disclaimer; this isn't exhaustive. i'm not rattling off every single punk artist that's ever existed. just a few of my favorites.

the clash, the quintessential punk band in my opinion. defined the genre and embodied the political ethos. explored different subgenres througout their expansive discography. they were probably my first introduction to music as a whole since they're my dad's favorite band. i may be biased but i'd definitely say start with the clash. i'd recommend listening to their third album, london calling, first.

the pogues - the folk punk band of all time. NOT folk-punk like some smelly white man with dreadlocks screaming over poorly-tuned guitar. you'll know exactly what i mean when you hear it. they have a unique sound that just can't be replicated. and shane macgowan is actually such a beautiful person. their lyrics are also politically tinged, kinda gritty and edgy (i.e. gratuitous slurs) so not for senstive ears.

(i actually have a playlist of my fave pogues/shane macgowan songs)

the cure, in my opinion, invented goth or at least popularized it. their earlier stuff had more of a punk sound but every one of their albums is a perfect 10 to me. they're one of my favorite bands of all time and i could go on about them for hours so i'll leave it there. joy division, also more goth/post-punk but i love them, i have one of their album covers tattooed on my forearm lmao 19 year old decisions. no regrets (i also love the smiths, but they're not really punk punk.)

before you ask, no sex pistols!!! don't get me started on how much i hate the sex pistols i will throw up! god they suck. to me at least.

a lot of punks also listen to ska - no, not that kind of ska. 70/80s ska that originated from rocksteady/reggae. some of my faves in that arena being madness, the specials, bad manners, and the beat.

and as for across the pond - american punk artists.

johnny cash. no, seriously. man was punk before punk was defined.

my favorite band is probably social distortion. they're pretty different than those mentioned above, owing to their unmistakable americana sound and aesthetic. to me they're the quintessential rockabilly revival band, heavily influenced by country and blues. great guitar licks. think wistful and reckless all at once.

their frontman mike ness is an outrageously gorgeous man. he has two solo albums that absolutely slap. the happiest day of my life was seeing them live a couple years ago and he winked right at me - i promise i'm not delusional i swear he really did. ok i digress.

dead kennedys - hilarious lyrics and sick ass bass lines, very political and generally pretty iconic. one of my dad's faves. the cramps and the misfits. two bands overlapping goth + punk + psychobilly. pioneers of a campy subgenre known as horror-punk. i also really like danzig, the misfits frontman's solo career.

the velvet underground/lou reed - great example of american proto-punk. very NYC vibes. the pixies are a more grungy, later punk band. one of my mommy's favorites <3 i would unironically name my child velouria. definitely iconic but i find them overplayed sometimes, as in you've probably heard them at the grocery store.

this barely scratches the surface btw but i think that about covers it for today. sorry if i bored you to death pls come back and keep me company. peace and love on planet mpregfrance <3

[george-weasleys-girl]

💗WINNER OF GWG'S ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY CONTEST 💗

@who-actually-cares-anymore here you go! I tossed in a bit of humor and whimsy. I hope you enjoy it!

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death (non-major characters) and grief

Summary: George and Destiny's wedding day. Personalized fic.

~•~

Something old. Destiny wore the dress her mother had worn when she walked down the aisle. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was almost as if her mum was standing right there with her.

Something new. Hidden beneath her dress, a sexy bit of lingerie to spice up the wedding night. She couldn't wait to see the look on George's face.

Something borrowed. Molly's heirloom earrings. Simple pearls passed down through seven generations. The honor had brought tears to her eyes.

Something blue. Around her neck, the aquamarine pendant that her father had gifted her on her sixteenth birthday. "Aquamarine is the 'good luck' stone," he'd said. "It will bring you love, happiness, and peace." Nothing could've been more perfect for this day.

~•~

Today, she was marrying her best friend, her soulmate, and her partner in crime, George Weasley.

It was a day that almost didn't happen. Not the marriage, of course, that would've happened come hell or high water. But the ceremony. After Destiny's parents died in the war, she couldn't bear to go through with the wedding they'd planned.

"Let's just elope, Georgie," she'd begged. "I want to marry you more than anything, but I don't think I could do a big wedding day without mum there or dad to walk me down the aisle."

George's eyes softened, and he took Destiny's hands in his. "My love, as much as I'd love to whisk you away and marry you right now, I'm worried you may regret it."

"Regret it?" Destiny's eyebrows scrunched together. "I would never regret marrying you."

"Nor I you," he continued. "But, before we make a hasty decision, I want you to think back to the night we announced our engagement. Afterward, you and your mum and all the Weasley women sat at the kitchen table, laughing like crazy and planning our wedding. You all had the whole thing figured out by the end of the night."

Destiny nodded. "Mum was so excited she could barely contain herself."

George smiled at the memory. "I know how much it meant to your mum and you to plan the ceremony together. If we don't go through with those plans, I worry you'll regret it. And, I don't want that to happen." He reached up and wiped away a tear from her cheek. "I knew the moment I met you that you were the woman I was going to marry. There's no one else on earth I want as my wife or as the mother of my children," he said, bringing a small smile to her face. "I'm not going anywhere, love. We'll wait until you're ready. Ok?"

Destiny sniffled and nodded. "Ok."

And wait, he did.

Now, almost two years later, that long awaited day had finally arrived.

~•~

"Ready, dear?" Arthur offered his arm.

Not for the first time that day, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. It was a bittersweet moment as the memory of her dad's excitement at giving her away flashed through her mind.

Arthur patted her hand. "He's walking with us, you know. Your dad wouldn't have missed this day for world."

Destiny nodded and closed her eyes. The wind picked up, the warm breeze carrying the faint hint of her father's cologne.

Yes. He was here.

Of course he was. And so was her mum. Even if she couldn't see them, their strength and love enveloped her. The heaviness that'd weighed her down for so long lifted, leaving her with a strange feeling of weightlessness. Almost as if she was floating on clouds.

"Ok, let's do this," Destiny smiled at Arthur, blinking away her tears. She refused to let anything obscure her vision. She wanted to see George's face as she walked toward him. To take in his smile, his joy. Her tears could come later.

The wedding march began, and the realization that she was about to marry the love of her life hit her head-on.

OH MY GOD, THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING! The sudden urge to run down the aisle and into George's arms overwhelmed her. After so much loss and heartbreak, the thought of waiting a second longer to embrace their bright and shining future together seemed far too long. She unconsciously picked up the pace, bringing a silent chuckle to Arthur's lips.

As they drew closer, Destiny looked up at her husband-to-be. George was smiling so wide, she thought his face might crack. Her smile widened to match his. As she moved closer, she saw his eyes glistening with tears and his chin quivering beneath his irrepressible smile.

Oh no, Destiny took a deep breath. If he starts crying, I'm gonna start crying, and I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

Not yet.

Ok, hold it together, she told herself.

Slow, deep breaths.

In. Out. In. Out.

Wait...

Why does my leg feel weird?

Oh shit, my garter is sliding down!

She tried frantically to magic it back up, but the effort was pointless without her wand.

If anything, it was picking up speed.

ABORT! ABORT! GARTER IS BELOW THE KNEE!

Well damn, now it's at my ankle. Probably best to just kick it off.

She shook her leg out to the side and heard someone giggle.

Okayyy... not my best idea. I just looked like a dog shaking its leg after a pee.

Destiny looked up at George, whose shoulders now shook uncontrollably, his eyes bright with mirth. The moment their gazes met, they both burst out laughing, followed by merriment ringing out all around them as everyone else joined in.

She and Arthur took the last few steps, and he placed her hands into those of her soon to be husband. George gazed down at her, laughter still on his lips and his eyes filled with so much love it took her breath away.

This is perfect, Destiny thought. This is as it should be. What better way to begin my future as George Weasley's wife, than with silliness and laughter?

~•~

George and Destiny had danced many times before. They'd danced before they'd even kissed, waltzing down the path from Hogsmede after their first date, reveling in the warm glow of belonging with someone, of belonging to someone. A promise of forever, like an invisible string that held them together through the darkest of times.

And yet today, as they danced together for the first time as husband and wife, lost in one another's eyes, the glow of that promise radiated so bright that even the onlookers were wrapped up in its warmth.

"Mrs. Destiny Weasley," George let the words roll off his tongue. "It has such a nice ring to it. I think I'll say it again. Mrs. Destiny Weasley."

Destiny giggled, and he twirled her out and then back into his arms. "Should I say it again?" He asked.

This time, she laughed out loud. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I think that's the millionth time you've said it since we were pronounced husband and wife, like 30 minutes ago," Destiny teased.

"Nonsense," George retorted. "It's only the eleventy-hundredth."

Before she could respond, he twirled her out and back into a dramatic dip, much to the applause and delight of the enraptured guests.

~•~

"Hey! The husband is supposed to actually dance with his wife on their wedding day, you know." George complained as Fred whisked Destiny away from Arthur after the father-daughter dance.

"You've already danced with her," Fred pointed out. "And besides, you can dance with her every day for the rest of your life. So there."

Destiny laughed. "You have me for the rest of the night, my love!" She yelled as Fred pulled into the melée.

As it turned out, she was mistaken. After Fred, Bill stepped in. Then Ron. And then Charlie. And finally, Percy.

George stood on the side lines, beside Ginny, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "At least you haven't tried to steal her away from me tonight," he joked to his sister.

Ginny's eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're right!" She said and ran off through the crowd.

"Hey, wait! Ginny!" George took off behind her. "That wasn't a challenge!"

~•~

"What the f - " Percy muttered. He was escorting Destiny off the dance floor when they spied George and Ginny racing toward them.

Destiny took an instinctive step back. As much as she loved them both, she had to admit, watching her 6'2" husband and his warrior sister running full tilt toward her was just a little intimidating.

The next thing she knew, Ginny was grabbing her by the waist. "C'mon! I haven't had my dance with the bride yet!" Destiny looked up to see George red-faced and doubled over in laughter, while a bewildered Percy stood next to him, taking in the two women who were both now in hysterics, as they danced to a rousing version of "Celebration."

~•~

One year later

Afternoon faded into evening, it's symphony of color and the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing along the shoreline were the only music they needed as they waltzed along the beach.

"One year as husband and wife," George grinned. "And I'm the only one who gets to dance with you tonight."

Destiny laughed out loud at that. It'd become a long-running joke between them that George barely got to dance with her at their wedding reception. "You know, you did get to dance with me that night," she teased.

"Yeah, after everyone else on the planet took a turn," he joked. "I'm pretty certain there were some random people who snuck in just to have a dance with my beautiful bride."

Destiny's cheeks tinged pink in spite of herself. "After all this time, you can still make me blush. You are quite the marvel of a man."

"And you, my dear," he dipped her low, giving her a brief, gentle kiss. "Are my Destiny. "

~•~

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[koalaray]

Quiet As A Mouse

Loathsome Leonard x mouse!yokai!reader

The circumstances under which Leonard met you were less than ideal. The Mud Dogs were running from the Hidden City Police and at one point decided to split up.

Leonard made a regretful decision next. He slipped inside a small bakery, being lucky enough to find the door was unlocked.

Normally he would never do such a thing, but the lights were out, the shutters were closed, the shop couldn’t have been open to the public.

The problem was, Leonard didn’t stop to think that perhaps since the door was unlocked that meant that the owner was inside.

Slamming the door behind him, Leonard let out a sigh. Finally he was safe. But suddenly he was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Leonard took a moment to glance around before turning his gaze downward. And there you were. A short, albeit adorable, mouse yokai.

You did not look happy. You were glaring up at Leonard with your arms crossed over your chest, your large ears twitching in irritation.

“Can I help you,” you asked.

Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, but Leonard couldn’t help but think how beautiful your voice was.

Leonard knew his chances were low, but he may as well try. So he collected himself and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, um, listen little mouse, I just need a place to lay low for a bit. I swear I’ll be out of your fur as soon as possible, just-“

“Ok,” you said.

“Wait seriously? Just ‘ok’?”

“Ok and some of the loot,” you smirked.

Leonard scoffed.

“Listen here you little rodent. I am not giving you any of our loot so-“

He was interrupted by a knock on your door. Your smirk grew.

“Oh my, that must be the police. It sure would be a shame if someone were to let them in-“

“Okokok, you have a deal, you can have some of the loot, just please hide me, I can’t go back to jail,” he begged.

Leonard was glad Danny and Mickey weren’t here to see this. They would never let him live this down.

You nodded in satisfaction before gesturing to the counter. Without hesitation, Leonard ran and leaped over to hide behind it. He listened closely to your conversation with the police.

“Oh yea, he came in here earlier.”

You traitor!

“I kicked him out though. He ran off that way.”

Ok, so you’re not a traitor.

“Yeah, I hope you find him. He was really annoying. So full of himself too.”

But you are still one mean mouse.

Leonard stayed hidden behind the counter, even after he heard the door close. Just to be extra careful. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. But when his eyes opened, he was met with your face right in front of him.

“EEEP!”

“You scream like a girl!” You laughed.

Holy shit, your laugh was adorable! Leonard hated being laughed at, but for some reason he decided he wouldn’t mind if it was you. Hell, you could laugh at him all you want, so long as he got to hear it. Leonard smiled just a bit and laughed softly.

“Alright alright, so when do I get my cut of the loot?”

Oh yeah. That. Leonard had hoped you would forget. What was he going to tell the guys?

“Yeah yeah, I’ll bring it by tomorrow night.”

You gave him a hard stare.

“Ok I know I’m a criminal, but you did me a solid. I’ll keep my promise, I swear.”

Leonard would never mean those words if he had said them to anyone else. But when you smiled in satisfaction he decided that he didn’t care what Danny and Mickey would say.

Besides, this was a perfect excuse to come back and see you. He would have to start brainstorming some more excuses for later. Leonard was definitely going to come see you as much as he could.

—————

Sure enough, Leonard returned the following night. This time however, you let him in through the back door. It was safer that way.

“Did you bring me my share of the loot?” You asked.

“Yeah yeah, I got it right here,” Leonard said with a sigh.

He tossed a bag on the floor in front of you. You began rummaging through it, a grin growing on your face. This were have you set for at least a month.

“This is great! I can make my bakery so much better with all of this,” you spoke with excitement. “I can fix that one leaky ceiling, buy a new window, and maybe even get some cool decorations!”

Leonard couldn’t help but smile fondly as he listened to you. He found you excitement quite endearing. And your smile? Oh, your beautiful smile. He was glad he kept his promise to you.

Suddenly, Leonard was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt something crash against him. He slowly looked down, only to see you. You were hugging him.

Shit shit shit, what was he supposed to do? No one had ever hugged him before. What did he do with his hands? Should he try and hug you back?

Much to his dismay, you pulled away before he could make up his mind. But when he looked at you again, Leonard felt a tug on his heart. The way you were looking up at him with such adoration.

“Thank you so much Lee! Can I call you Lee? That’s ok right?”

Without any thought, Leonard responded. Much quicker than he meant to as well.

“Sure. You can call me Lee,” he said with a smile.

Wait. A smile? Was he really smiling? Why was he smiling? What is happening to him?

Leonard quickly looked away, breaking eye contact with you. He cleared his throat.

“So uh, I guess that’s it then. You got your share.”

You looked down at the floor in deep thought. When you looked up again, Leonard saw your soft smile.

“Well, if you want,” you began softly. “You could always come visit.”

“Seriously? You’re inviting a criminal to come visit you in your home?”

Leonard couldn’t help but laugh at this. You were absolutely crazy. But he found that he enjoyed it.

“So that’s a no then,” you spoke, sounding almost disappointed.

“Hey,” Leonard said. “I never said no.”

“So you will come back and visit!”

“Yeah. I’ll come back.”

Leonard reveled in your excitement. He couldn’t understand how you could be so excited to have a criminal visit you in your own home. Leonard would never argue against though. He was started to like you. You seemed fun. And you were so kind to him.

Sure, Danny and Mickey would start to get suspicious eventually. But Leonard could care less when he was there standing before you.

Leonard couldn’t wait for his next visit.

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

you want to argue why jungkook would choose this stressful life over his family. his only concern has always been you, so you thought this decision would be easy to make but part of you knew he’d still choose the crown over you and the kids. hearing him say “if i could, i would” only fuels those pessimistic thoughts of yours.

“no you won’t” is what you want to say but you’re genuinely tired of arguing with him. plus, you don’t want to get manhandled again. what good would fighting do when he gets what he wants anyways? you obviously miss him, but he always gets to walk away with something while you walk away with nothing.

his apology comes from the heart; his whole heart. when he goes in for a hug, you back up a bit because you’re not in the mood to be manhandled and when jungkook sees your frightened reaction, it just makes him more sad to see how bad he scared you. he can feel your discomfort when he hugs you.

he begs you to give him one last chance. just ONE MORE but you aren’t sure another chance will fix what’s been broken. you too begin to cry because you pity yourself. if and when you do forgive him you know everything will just repeat itself. nothing ever changes, really.

“don’t say things you don’t mean” you cry in jungkook’s arms and he cries with you, even holding you close like a parent would do their baby. “y-you h-hurt me. y-you scared me and it was all my fault” you admit. “i shouldn’t have compared you to your father. you’re nothing like him. you’re such a good father to our kids and they love you so much. i’m so sorry i said that to you. i’ll never say it again” you ramble on and on about how remorseful you are. apologizing over and over for the things you shouldn’t have said and done. “i miss you so much” you whisper in his chest and jungkook finally pulls apart from you to look you in your eyes. despite your flushed face, you’re still beautiful in his eyes. he wipes your tears and swears he’ll never hurt you again.

your children just watch the two of you making up, even whining when they see the two of you crying.

“e-everything will be okay, r-right?”

“are…are you okay?”

~🫧

“everything will be perfect darling it has to be!” He promises you, still crying. “ I swear I’ll never hurt you again… I know that you deserve so much better in a partner than me, but I’ll improve I know I have to or I’ll lose you.” he admits, holding onto your waist like if he let go you’d disappear.

He ignores the whining his children, and he keeps on holding onto you. “ you guys got to be with her and go to experience her love and I couldn’t so please just let me right now it’s my time.” he says back to his children.

“ I’m OK as long as you’re here with me, I swear to God I almost went insane without you..” he grabs your body even tighter. “Yn punish me like that again. Oh my God, I would rather die than experience that…” he whispers into your ear. “please I love you so much.”

“ and when I heard you, I don’t think I was saying you I saw my father standing right in front of me mocking me just like how he used to- I-Heard his voice in your words yn-it was like he was saying that come on get up and fight me! I-I saw him…” he tells you, choking.

“it took so many guts to kill him yn- when he killed my mother, I went insane, and then I plotted his death every single day.. for seven years I knew that I couldn’t do anything- I had to bear everything he did to me.. and then when I had the chance I-I killed him.”

[occult-roommates]

Kino had a baby

On the evening of April 13th, Kino finally gave birth after being pregnant a whole ass year. Thankfully, they did find a solution on that whole “where would an alien give birth”, which is, they did in Lilah’s apartment, assisted by a midwife. This is fine, Lilah threw an amnesia spell at them. Is such a spell unethical? I mean...yeah, it is but...Yeah...

Anyway, a few days later, as they were starting to feel better, Kino went back to the apartment with their new baby. Which, thank god their girlfriend is a shapeshifter, that excuse was gonna do a lot of heavy lifting considering the child was blue, had black schlera, and had pointy ears...Because of fucking course they had inherited none of Lilah’s earthling traits. And the technology to build a human form is on Kino’s home planet, so that is not really an option either. Though the alien will never forget the poor midwife face when the baby came out looking like they were deprived of oxygen, and unable to tell if they were a boy or a girl. Cause you know, it’s one thing to have an intersex child, it’s another one to have a stillborn.

Charlie: Awww, they’re so cute. So, what’s the name? I know just yesterday you still hadn’t made a decision. Kino: Well, first of all, Lilah and I have decided to raise the baby like a human boy for simplicity sake, but who knows maybe one day he’ll want to be something else, so you can just say he. Second, I have manage to convince her to give him a Sixamese name. I’m a bit worried Earthlings will think it is weird, but he, there’s thousands of culture on both Earth and Sixam who all use wildly different name. Also, the meaning is so lovely, it means beloved friend in my first language. Charlie: Ok, so what is it then? Kino: Joseph.

Charlie started to laugh, assuming this long introduction was a set-up to that very normal reveal, but no, Kino was dead serious. Joseph means beloved friend in their first language, and is even mildly common in their native country back in Sixam. Now how they managed to live several years on Earth and never come across anyone named Joseph, especially in a part of the world where it is a common name, that’s another story.

Dawud: Hey, can we see the baby? Kino: Of course, here he is, my son, Joseph Gurafee-Silvercloud. Daniele: But why does he have to sleep next to my bed? I’ll be the one constantly woken up at night when it’s you who couldn’t be arsed to wear a condom. Dawud: Dan, we are five people in a tiny bedroom, everyone will be woken up if he starts crying in the middle of the night.

And then, when everyone was done with looking at little Joseph, Akva came back from work. Just like everyone else, she went to see the baby...Yup, that is a newborn all right. All wrinly and small and you’re not too sure if he’s really that cute or not. A baby. That is when it hit her...

Akva: I’m going for a walk. Charlie: It’s like 11 pm? Akva: Mind your business.

Outside the apartment, a weird sort of sadness came over Akva, one she did not want to admit she was feeling. It’s been almost two years, and in those two years she had been acting as if nothing was, but now, well...Life had changed, her situation was different. The semester was ending in two weeks, that was the perfect time for her to go on a little vacation in California.

After avoiding it for so long, it was time, she had to visit Paisley.

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The Bold Arrow of Time

“When the sky's the limit, a second is a minute, every hour's infinite” - Black Thought, The Roots (“Dear God 2.0”)

Time.

What a fucking concept. The human experience dictates that we experience it linearly - a start and a finish. Birth to death. One second, one minute, one hour at a time. At some points I look back and wonder how it went so fast. And other times, I wonder if it will ever start to move forward again.

At this stage in my life, I’m pretty open to new concepts, new solutions, new perspectives. I harbor a set of core beliefs that I will never abandon as they are based in love for others, but as far as helping me to help myself, I’ve been all ears. I’m told time and time again that growth is experienced in pain. I’m also told that suffering is optional. But the simple equation (for me, at least) is that pain at its most raw, in its purest form, when combined with the fickle drip of time, leads to suffering.

I do what they tell me to. Every morning is gratitude. I have so much. So many wonderful things in my life, so many wonderful people and experiences. I love myself, I have self-respect. I have a deep spiritual relationship based on absolute trust in his/her/its will. On paper, I have everything I could possibly ever need and then some. But the pain I feel won’t stop. I’m doing nothing to cultivate it. The oft-used metaphor is that the itch will stop if you simply stop scratching. But I’m not scratching.

I guess the point of radical acceptance that I’ve arrived at is that I am who I am in terms of my core values and beliefs and feelings and that, when those aspects of me fail me, I have to learn to endure. To accept. It’s OK to feel things the way that I do. I’m not broken or insane.

I just get discouraged when life feels more like an endurance test than an adventure. Some days I simply exist. 

“It gets better…”

I’ve heard it all. Somewhere, intellectually, I know that nothing is permanent, including pain and suffering. And as an optimist by nature, emotionally I have that awareness too. But at my worst, I look at the joys of life as so fleeting compared against the suffering. A good day doesn’t linger the way an aching heart does. I don’t reminisce over a fun weekend a month on… maybe I should?

I definitely envy the ability of people to be pragmatic emotionally. I practice mindfulness and have tried to implement a lot of Buddhist principles into my mental, emotional, and spiritual repertoire, but my feelings always dominate. I no longer - or at least try to no longer - allow them to dictate hasty or impulsive actions, but I trust them as my instincts. I observe them more carefully and apply logic in tandem with the decisions I choose to make, but at the end of the day, I am a very emotional boy. And as much pain and suffering as that has opened me up to, I’m still grateful to be this way. Because even though the lows can be unbearable, the highs are profound.

My happiest moments are made up of experiences that I never knew to be possible. I have evidence that these things exist and they are very real. They’re the most real I’ve ever felt. And they will always be worth pursuing and believing in, even when they sometimes cause me great pain. My will and my belief are unshakeable. As many times as I’ve convinced myself I inevitably would, I’ve yet to actually give up. Life will never be perfect or linear. But it’s worth living. Whether the moments are fleeting or sustained, there is beauty and joy in all of it.

So I will always move forward, in pain, in sadness, in the in-between, in joy, and in love, knowing that it will all be worth it. Sometimes - or maybe all of the time - acceptance of the fundamental concept of time is essential.

I am what I am, I love who I love, I believe what I believe, and I will never stop trying to find purpose and meaning and to add positive influence to this world. I’ll never be perfect, but I think I can keep trying to get there…

[herstarburststories]

Marry me in the battlefield (Dean Winchester x reader)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean decides to propose you in the midst of a hunt.

A/N: This one had been on my dash for very long. Plus, y'all still know Dean, right? That man couldn't propose like a usual man, take a look at this perfect timing. So, did it work? Perhaps.

Warnings: mentions of violence, Dean trying to propose and then act nonchalantly about it????, so much fluff but not really corny I think, unbeta'd

Your hair is a mess, your clothes were ripped, and you carry a knife like a purse. Still, you smiled.

Your smile is stained with red, an unwilling gift given by the vampires that you had killed a couple seconds ago. It is there, the joy of getting the job done tangled with subtle rush of relief for finding a way to blow some esteem. Also, saltered with a secret, quiet pleasure for violence and being in power, somehow even pure because you are fighting an evil thing, so you must be the good part of the deal, the hero-- it feels almost religious. And since Chuck's hand is used to write your stories, maybe it really is.

Anyway, Dean knows those emotions very well. The surprise stokes him when he recognizes them on your face, moonlight shinning on you as if its only mission is to give you light to search in the dark for more monsters. Lisa understood job, but you understand what exactly comes with it. Not only the anxiety, not having a home for too long, or the fact that there are guns hidding in every inch of places you stay for a couple hours.

You understand the thrill, the necessity to keep going, how the blood in your hands is never going to be washed, so you might as well make it worth it.

And you smile. You smile as if it was a romantic date and you couldn't wait to kiss him. You smile as if this is a good routine. You smile as if you are excited to crumble into a random restaurant and eat food that will kill you from inside.

And Dean knows you mean all of it. You want this life, you want him. You love how it goes.

Therefore, it's no shock when the words leave his lips, "Marry me."

Sam stops on his tracks, holding a vampire's head as a football ball; he is surprised, and so are you. Ok, this specific moment might be unsettling for normal people, but what would be more fitting than that for you two?

You frowned, unsure of your own ears, "What?"

"I said, marry me."

Dean isn't into sappy moments, but there is a lot of sweet words fighting to leave his mouth now. Tell her you love her, she is the only who gets you, you will never leave her, you want everything with her, you picture yourself happy with her.

Sammy knows he should put the decapitated head away, he needs to make a pile before burning all of the bodies. He remains on his place, though. Watching the scene happen in front of his eyes, the tall man who became your best friend knows your answer before yourself. His lips curve into a grin, besides the situation.

Your heart is soaked into adrenaline, and your veins are boiling. You imagined hunting was the wildest drill that one could ever experience, and then Dean Winchester showed up and claimed a spot in your life as if it was always his to take.

You giggle, and the giggle develops into a chuckle. And Sam is trying really hard not to laugh. And maybe you should too because you look like a maniac, also you can taste a bit of the vampire's blood on your tongue while you burst into a laughter, but you can't contain yourself.

Dean watches you with knotted eyebrows and midlly open mouth, his head slightly tilted foward; he is confused. You have to started talking soon before his tricky mind starts making him doubt about this decision.

"No way you are escaping this chick flick moment, cowboy." You placed your hands on your hips. You didn't care about the usual corny couple's behavior, but you needed to sort a few things before getting engaged, "You are a arrogant son of a bitch. But somewhat you are also a selfless idiot who doesn't have think twice before taking a bullet for someone. You are stupid, but you are one of the smartest men that I know. Don't even try me with that. You rebuilt the impala more times than Chuck created worlds, you are the best when it comes to patterns and your brain is almost a library for every supernatural creature that has ever pit their feet on earth. Plus, you can understand Bukowski. You are so strong, and you keep fighting no matter what. When I want to stop, you always keep me going and I'm so thankful you are in my life, you sttuborn idiot. You can be a bitch with yourself sometimes, especially when it comes to happiness. You were taught to be responsible for everyone's well-being, and you found a way of doing that by ignoring your own boundaries. Well, Dean Winchester, you can take care of the world and everyone who is in it as much as you want, but I will take care of you."

You speak everything that you showed through acts and some smaller words before. Dean blinks his green eyes twice, a bit disoriented by the amount of love that drove over him like a train. You aren't asking anything from him-- if anything, he is the one asking you to marry him.

Dean can barely contain the happiness that tickles his tired bones. Combat boots stepping next to a deceased monster, rough hands adding another scar to the collection, and forehead slight bleeding— he smiles at you, and you can't tell a time he has looked prettier.

You don't mind about him not speaking his heart out in a supernatural roncom way, you know he will say secret little things in your ear in the night.

"Is... That is..." He has to make sure, although the look on your face speaks enough.

"Yes? Of course yes! Who else would propose me in the middle of a massacre?" You tease, squinting your eyes. Dean can't help but chuckle. He haven't felt this tense, then light, and ultimately free in years. And all because of you.

He has you. He has Sammy. What else could he ask for right now?

"Maybe I should've waited until dinner?" Dean steps closer to you, his hands quickly finding their way wrapped around your waist.

Your mimic his move around his neck, eyes glued with his, "No way. We met just like that, in a hunt. It's just fitting that we get engaged like that, too."

"I love you." He doesn't usually say that, especially in front of his baby brother.

"I love you too." Finally, your lips crash together for a few moments. It's gentle, loving even, the hunger is saved for later. Sam would've make disgusted noises and told you two to get a room in any other ocassion. Today, he just watches with a proud smile on his face; Dean is happy. You break the kiss, still intertwined on each other when you scrunch up you nose, tilting your head to look at your brother-in-law, "Are we crazy?''

He scoffs, "Completely."

Later, Dean will proclaim the aleatory restaurant's meal as your dinner rehearsal. Sam is going to say that he can't believe you two are really getting married, and you will tease it's just because you always liked the Winchester name. Dean would huff and say, with a wryly tone, that nothing is better than a W target, and you will steal a French fries to keep those thoughts away from his mind. Sammy will ask about a place, his brother is going to say Las Vegas, only to be resorted with Mexico because you need a beach wedding-- and since the boys have never been to any water other than rivers and lakes, it's perfect. The guest list may be small, but enough to get all family.

But for now, you two needed to incinerate some vamps.

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Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all. 

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia​ for kink help and @clearwillow​ for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow​ for @eringobroke​ - used and edited with permission. 

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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Hey there😄😄I hope you are doing well...You did my last request so fabulously🤩🤩So I'm back with another request😅😅It's another arranged marriage request and I think its the most bizarre request I ever had so please be patient with me😂😂 and you can decline the request if you don't feel so😅😅...Ok so here it goes..

*Steve and y/n are required to get married under the marriage law, he doesn't wants to but being the good soldier he obeys the government....they get married but steve is cold towards his wife...his teammates tell him to give his marriage a chance but he ignores them...Then the accords happen and without a care he leaves his wife behind who is heartbroken seeing all this..Then after 2 years he sees her but again he feels nothing but after the snap when he saw losses around him and he gives his marriage a second chance, he starts being civil to his wife and cares for her but they never consumated their marriage...When the time heist becomes successful Steve consumates his marriage with the reader out of happiness and she thinks all is well...Everyone returns from snap and no one dies...But steve returns the stones and stays in the past and old steve comes back.... Heartbroken Y/n refuses to meet him and leaves the compound...turns out she was pregnant with Steve's baby and doesn't wants the old steve to know so...One day old steve sees pregnant y/n who is around 7 months pregnant and realises its his baby, he apologizes but she ignores and turn away from him... He goes to get help from Scott bcz he wants to be with his wife and son now bcz he and Peggy couldn't have kids, everyone thought steve was selfish...But then he tells the truth that he never wanted to stay in past, but when he went to say goodbye to peggy, she abducted him and broke the timetravel apparatus and forced him to stay in the past...Young Steve comes back and now his son is born who is around 8 months old...He attempts to get back with his family but his wife still ignores him and doesn't let him come near her or her son...Steve regrets for not loving his wife in the past and also volunteering for returning the stones...Then one day powerbroker (Sharon) blasts the house where steve's family lived thus killing his family, in way to revenge her aunty peggy...Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret....*

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You and Steve get married and he is really rude to you. Then he leaves you behind and goes back to Peggy but he doesn’t realise that you are pregnant. However, Sharon kills you and the baby to avenge her Aunt Peggy and Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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Steve never wanted to marry you or anyone else for that matter. But the government wanted it and like a good Captain, he listened to them. It was the stupid law and he wanted to wring the neck of those who made it. The protectors of the world had to get married so that the world sees them as fellow citizens instead of humans with super powers.

All the Avengers knew that Steve was hesitant to get married and he was doing out of duty. They knew that it was unfair but they all had met you. They all loved you instantly and knew that you and Steve would hit it off. However, the only problem was that he refused to meet you. The only thing that he knew about you was your name and your job occupation. Apparently, it wasn’t worth his time to get to know his to be wife.

“You need to give it a proper chance before you form an opinion.” It was the night of your bachelor party and while everyone is blackout drunk, Steve and Tony just sat on the side couch. For a person who was getting married tomorrow, Steve looked miserable and Tony couldn’t help but interfere.

“I am doing my job and that’s all that matters.” Taking a quick sip from his glass, he didn’t even wince at the liquid burning his throat.

Sighing, Tony filled up his glass again. A drunk Steve was better than a sober one, in his opinion. “A marriage is not a job and you need to try harder.”

“You don’t get to have an opinion, Tony. You got the perfect girl and the perfect wedding.” Jealousy coursed through his veins when he realised that everyone got to be with the love of their loves while he was stuck with someone who he barely knew.

Tony was left speechless and before he could come up with a response, Steve got up from his place and made his way towards his room. Calling it a night, he dreaded the next morning. He was happy for all of his friends but he also wanted to fall in love over first coffee dates, first movie nights, the first kiss and the moment he proposed because he loved you. Not because he was obligated too.

“You ready, Stevie?” Bucky was trying to be supportive but the headache was killing him. The tequila was literally seeping out of his pores. “How are you not hungover right now?”

“I didn’t drink like a maniac last night.” Adjusting his bow tie, he took a deep breath. This was the most difficult thing that he was going to do in his life and he just wanted to be left alone for sometime. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Are you going to run if we leave you alone?”

“I am not a quitter and you all know that.” They all filed out of the room and he just sat down on the sofa and gave himself a prep talk.

You were no better on the other hand but you were ready to give it a try. Captain America was a good man and he would make a good husband. At least, that’s what you thought. You understood that the marriage was not happening under the best of circumstances but you could give it a fair chance. Taking a deep breath, you went to join your father on the doorway. He gave you a tearful smile and linked his hands with you.

“Do you take Steve Rogers as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister asked the much awaited question and you quietly responded with an ‘I do’. During the whole ceremony, you wanted him to look at you but his eyes kept wandering. You passed it off as nerves but little did you know that he was so repulsed by the idea of this marriage that he refused to look at his wife to be.

“You guys are finally married. Treat her well, Rogers.” Fury took you both in a bear hug while your husband just hummed in response. You were like a daughter to Fury and that is why he recommended you as Steve’s spouse. He knew that Steve was an honorable man so he would fulfill all his duties as a husband.

The whole night was spent with you both smiling and engaging in conversations with the guests. However, you both made minimum effort to talk to each other except a few stolen glances. Your feet were killing you by the end of the event but you were never the one to complain. A look of relief appeared on your face when Steve announced an end to the event and thanked everyone for coming.

“Come on.” Hurriedly meeting his steps, you sat in to the passenger seat and those were the last words that were exchanged between you. When you entered the house, he took you straight to a guest room and then left. Whatever expectations that you had for tonight were crushed and so you went to bed with tears in your eyes and your wedding dress still on you.

During the next few weeks, Steve didn’t even glance at you but whenever you made an effort to do something nice for him, he shot you off. He was not willing to give it a chance and for the first few times that you made him dinner, he just picked it up and threw it in to the trash. You were never allowed in to his room and you learned it the hard way.

One day, you just wanted to put his laundry in to his room because he was not home yet. What was the harm? But boy, were you wrong. He came home early that day and he bursted at you the moment he saw you in his room. He called you some very mean things that you do not even want to recall. That night, you cried so much that your entire pillow was soaked but you didn’t want to leave him. You were in love with him way before you were married. He was the guy who saved the world and he was a good and an ethical man. Maybe he wasn’t nice to you but he was a good man and you couldn’t disagree with that.

It wasn’t that you needed a man in your life or you were dependent on him. It was that you had feelings for the man and your parents never raised you to be a quitter. You were still hoping that it all may be alright in a few days or weeks and you could have a family together. She knew that she had to be realistic but sometimes a girl wanted hope.

“I won’t be coming home for a few days.” At least he had the courtesy to tell you this time that he was going. "I have asked some of the agents to check up on you daily so if you need anything, just ask them."

"Okay." You quickly dismissed his questioning stare because he thought that you would ask questions. However, you knew that he would be rude and you would snap at him this time. A girl could only handle so much.

A week had passed and you got daily updates from Liam and Noah regarding the civil war. You still couldn’t believe that Tony and Steve were fighting because you witnessed their friendship firsthand. They had just informed you that Steve and his team were arrested by the government and shipped off to a black sight. You wanted to go to Fury and ask him to release all of them but Liam told you that it wouldn’t work. It was out of his hands.

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t believe your ears right now. Fury came by your house instead of Liam and Noah. He informed you that Chris and the other Avengers escaped from the prison and no one knows their location. Hurt was one of the most evident feeling running through your body and you didn’t know how to respond. How could he leave without telling you anything? How could he just leave?

“There will be some investigations on you but it would be nothing serious.”

“Why?” You exclaimed.

“The government is convinced that you know their location. It will blow over in sometime.”

“I am not going to sacrifice my freedom for someone who wasn’t even bothered to tell me about all this.” The hurt quickly turned into rage.

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tell all of them that I will not be doing anything and that you all should leave me alone.” You stood up and Fury took it as his cue.

Closing the door, you don’t let yourself ponder over the throbbing ache in your chest and instead get to packing. You were going to move out of this house and leave this life in the past. You moved into your parents house and immediately shot down their questions about Steve. There was a bookstore across from a studio apartment that Tony helped you find in the next few days. You loved books and the job paid pretty well. Soon, you forgot all about Steve and your failed marriage. Of course, there were feelings that you had to bury deep inside of you but you successfully managed to move on with your life.

“Have you heard, munchkin? Cap is back.” Tony shuffled your hair as he entered the library.. Pausing for a minute to absorb his words, you got right back into arranging the magazine section. It was the last thing that you had to do before you got off for the night.

“I don’t care. Are we still on for the night?”

“Yes. Pepper is cooking for the first time. Just say that you like the food.” From the past two years, Tony has been your person. He was the one who ordered you food when you were feeling too low or who massaged your feet when you had feet sores from lugging around books all day. You were thankful to have him in your life because he was not there to support you financially, he was there to support you emotionally. Sometimes, you felt so alone that you thought you might go into depression. But he was there to pull you back and so was Pepper. They were your family.

“Okay, Tony. I already know.” Quite a few things have changed over the years such as you changing your hair color to low lights and getting bangs. You changed your sense of style and. now you were pretty much unrecognizable. It was all in hope of leaving the past and turning over a new leaf. And you were somewhat successful.

“So how was the food?”

“Awesome!” The fake, shrill voice was hard to recognise, even for you but you didn’t want to hurt Pepper’s feelings.

“I know it was not good so I ordered some pizza as a back up.”

“I love you.” A chorus sounded from Tony and you as you both hugged her and kissed her on either cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” She quickly dismissed you both but the cheeky grin on her face was hard to hide. You called it a night when you started feeling sleepy and you said your goodbyes. Your apartment was only two blocks away so you decided to take a walk to clear your head. Steve had been on your mind since the time Tony mentioned that he was back. As much as you wanted to believe that his arrival didn’t effect you, you couldn’t deny all the feelings that came rushing back in.

“Robbins Library, how may I help you?” Without looking up, you asked the question in a fake, chirpy voice.

“Why are you not at the house?” The voice startled you from your receipt checking and you gave him a confused look. As you had time to process the question, you looked over his appearance. More muscular and a fully grown beard was an interesting look and definitely suited him.

“Well, it was not mine to begin with.”

“I left you that house so you would be comfortable.”

“I am doing just fine without it. You know, I didn’t need anything from you but love and respect.”

Steve was trying to do something nice for you but he didn’t understand you. He felt nothing towards you even if he tried. Guilt coursed through him when he saw the look of hurt on your face but he couldn’t do anything about it. “That is too much.”

“Well, I deserve it and I am not going to settle for anything less.” This time, the brain won the battle and you were secretly glad. You resumed your work and he left without saying another word.

The city was in chaos in a few days because there was an alien invasion in place. The Avengers were all over the problem but Pepper and you were panicked. However, the only difference was that she could ask about Tony’s whereabouts and you couldn’t do that for your husband. There were no updates for you and when Noah came to get you both with a battered suit, you were worried.

Walking towards the tower, you realised that many people were crying but the most important thing was that it looked like half of the population was gone. There were a lot of things that you didn’t understand right now but only one thing mattered. One person. Steve. You ran towards the tower and when you saw him sitting on a chair with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” The logical part of your brain started working right on time.

“We couldn’t prevent the snap and Thor escaped.”

You didn’t know what it all meant but it was definitely something bad. “So what does it mean?”

“It means that half of the human population have disappeared. It means that half of our friends, families, loved ones have disappeared. It means that I have failed!”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Do not speak to me like that. I do not deserve it. When you are in the right frame of mind, come talk to me.” You were not the person that suffered silently. You were the person who knew. what she wanted and how she should be treated.

Going outside, you called your parents but it just went to voicemail. However, busy they might have been, they always picked up their phone. So you knew that they were gone too. You were alone in this world and you didn’t know what to do. In the far distance, you saw Tony and Pepper hugging and you were happy to see that your best friend was not gone.

With tears running down your eyes, you turned back and collided into a firm chest. Looking up, you saw Steve and you just wanted someone to be with you right now. That’s what Steve also wanted because he felt like a failure right now. He wanted to give the marriage another chance as he thought that it was a miracle that you both were still here after the snap. It was not fair on you but he just needed someone and so did you. It was a fair trade.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now, Steve.”

“Me too. Let’s go upstairs.” You both just silently hugged each other and kept staring out into the Manhattan skyline. You knew that he didn’t have any feelings towards you and you cared about that. But not today. Today, you wanted to just lie down and soak up in his presence because he was the only one left for you.

He brought you breakfast in bed the next morning and he took you to all the meetings. You were confused as to why he was doing all of it and when you asked him, his answer was ‘I am trying’. You didn’t get your hopes high because you knew that it would be pathetic. This was going to be temporary and you just knew it. However, you just wanted a companion so you rolled with the situation.

“We can work around quantum physics and get all of our friends back.” He informed you over the ice cream that you were sharing. A Netflix movie ran in the background because it was a Saturday and it was a routine for you both.

“That’s a really good thing.”

“We are going to do it tomorrow.”

“Nice. I am going to bed. Are you coming?” He mumbled out a small yes and picked up all the dishes to put them in the sink.

The whole day tomorrow you clinged by your phone and called your parent’s number after every fifteen minutes. You looked crazy by the end of the day but when they finally picked up, you couldn’t explain the joy that coursed through your whole body. Talking to them for hours, you promised that you would visit them and you cancelled the call.

Steve came back with a bottle of wine in his hands to celebrate. “We were successful. The world is saved. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Both your happiness knew no bounds and after a few many glasses, you both were dancing to Taylor Swift songs. By the end of the night, you two were truly drunk and one thing led to another. You woke up the next morning with sheets wrapped around your frame and the pillow beside you crumpled but cold. You regretted the night so much because you knew that he did not have the same feelings for you.

The whole day, you spent cleaning the apartment as there were empty bottles of alcohol laying around. Then you went to the library and today was a busy day because many people wanted an update for the past five years of their lives. It kept you distracted from everything and when Tony came in, it was like the past repeating itself. He told you that Steve went to place the stones back but he came back as old.

You stopped listening to him after sometime as your mind tried to process what was happening. He betrayed you. Again. You were preparing yourself for the hurt whole day but this was totally unexpected. You knew what to do so it was a good thing. Detach yourself from the situation and do damage control. That was your motto for the next seven months and you refused to meet him even after you found out you were pregnant.

“You are in the mood of some ice cream with pickles, hmm little bean?” Rubbing your round belly, you walked towards the snacks aisle. The flavored pickle was on the top shelf but it was out of your reach. A wrinkly hand from behind picked up the jar and when you turned around to thank him, your voice was stuck in your throat. There stood your husband but the older version. The wrinkled face still held some similarities to the young captain but he had a slight hunch and grey hair.

“(Y/N), is that you? Are you- You are pregnant?” The question in his eyes was pretty evident.

“Seven months.” You curtly spoke and wheeled the trolly towards the check out. He quickly figured out the timeline and felt guilty. It was his baby and he left you alone. He caught up to you when you were bagging the groceries.

“I am sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. If I could change everything, I would. Please give me another chance.”

“You chose Peggy so you don’t get to come back in my life. Leave us alone. It would be a favor for this child if he never gets to know you.” Telling him off made you feel a whole lot better and you went towards your car.

Seeing you leave, Steve knew that he had to make things right. He went to the compound where all the Avengers were lounging around.

“I thought you had retired, Cap.” Peter called out from playing his video game with Bucky.

“I want your help, Scott. I want to go back to my old self.”

“Why, Captain? Got bored of the grandfather look?” Tony asked while stuffing his mouth with buttered popcorn.

“No. I just found out that my wife is pregnant and I want to be there for them.”

“That’s sweet but why? You already had your chance with Peggy.” Natasha wasn’t very happy with Steve right now but they all had the same question running through their minds.

“Peggy and I couldn’t have kids.”

“So you are using (Y/N) and this kid as a replacement. That’s just selfish, Steve.” Everyone gave him a disgusted look because they couldn’t believe that he was just using you and the child to fill a hole in his life. Not because he loved you both.

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to stay in the past with Peggy but she forced me to. She broke the time machine apparatus and I had no other choice but to accept that life.” He looked at all of them and saw that they all were listening to him. “I made a time machine the whole time I was there and when it was complete, I got the hell out of there.”

“Oh, Steve. We are so sorry. Of course, we will all help you.” Hugging him tight, Nat spoke on behalf of all the others. The machine was all ready to go so Steve stood in the middle of it with Scott. They had to go back and fixed the machine’s timing and it would take some months to do all that.

Meanwhile, you got back home and unpacked all the groceries. Your hormones were running wild at the moment as you sat on the sofa with your swollen feet on the coffee table. You wanted a companion sometimes who would massage your back or who would call you pretty when you were feeling insecure about yourself or who would bring you food at four a.m. But this was a dream and you gave up on it a long time ago. You were enough for your baby and that was a fact.

When Steve came back, 10 months had passed by. You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy after a 21 hour labour. You cried and even though you had your mom with you, you still called out for Steve. You wanted him with you and afterwards, when you held that boy in your hand, you wanted Steve to be there with you to enjoy the moment. However, it was the last time his name even came out of your month.

“Oliver, you need to eat, bubba.” The last 8 months have been a rollercoaster ride for you and you knew through Tony and Pepper that Steve had gone back in time. You didn’t bother with the details because you had another human being to worry about.

“Nooooo.” This one word was the kid’s favorite and everyone of his sentence started with it. You were interrupted in the middle by the doorbell. Picking up your child from the high chair, you made your way through the house towards the door.

“What are you doing here?” Steve looked the same age as you so you knew that the time machine trip was successful. But you saw red. He didn’t deserve you or Oliver.

“(Y/N), is- is that him?” The blubbering baby did not even pay attention to his father and kept on pulling your hair. He was an exact replica of Steve from the dirty blonde hair to the charming smile. A literal reminder for you but you loved this little boy to death.

“Yes and now go away. We don’t need you.” Looking at the baby, he regretted the day he made the decision to be the one to return the stones. He regretted the fact that he did not allow himself to love you. He regretted everything. “Do not come near us. Goodbye.”

You went on with your week as per usual with feeding Ollie in the morning and taking him to the library with you where he had his own play pen. Then getting light lunch across the street and coming back home to take a nap for a few hours. Afterwards, you both ate dinner while Oliver’s favorite cartoons played on the tv. Except for the fact that Steve was at your house, your job and your cafe from the day he came back. He tried to apologize but the years that you spent in agony was too much. It was too little, too late.

It was a Sunday afternoon and by some miracle, Steve had left you alone. He had a meeting with the other Avengers regarding Asgard today. You were just playing with Oliver on his mat as he tried to crawl towards the stuffed toys in your hands. Before you picked him up, you thought that you smelt gas. However, a loud explosion threw you in to the nearest wall and you knew that your time was here. During the last few breaths, you tried to find Oliver but you couldn’t move. Mentally calling out for Steve, your gaze became unfocused and you lost conscious.

“Wha-What happened?” Steve knew that there was a bomb blast and he wanted to hope against all hope that you both were safe. However, the two body bags wheeled out of the burnt down house had him fall to his knees.

“There was an explosion and we caught Agent Sharon fleeing the scene.”

Sharon had confessed that she wanted to have revenge on Steve for cheating on her aunt Peggy. The new family that Steve had was a disgrace to her Aunt’s memories so she murdered them. She had gone a little crazy because Peggy was the one who take care of her when she was a child and she felt that Steve betrayed her.

Steve didn’t know what to do with his life at the moment. He was left all alone and his family was snatched away from him. He didn’t get a chance to be with them and now he was left with nothing but pain and regret. Trying to convince Fury to let him go back in time and prevent the explosion was futile because Fury just told him that this would upset the balance of nature. He didn’t understand it at first but then as time passed, he did. All the toys and photos that were salvaged from the house now decorated Steve’s very lonely apartment and he never let himself forget.

This was his punishment and he was not going to run away from it. Not this time.

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can i please request a part 2 of all nighter with emily and amelia? <3

Of course! Sorry that this took a little bit <3

(my requests are open, and I promise I will get to anything I am sent eventually!)

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All Nighter Chapter 2

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Warnings: none

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Coffee?”

Emily groans in response as she walks into the kitchen, her hand reaching out for the cup that her husband was offering out to her.

“I knew I married you for a reason.” She quips, leaning in to stamp a quick kiss against his lips as she takes the drink, immediately having a sip as she pulls back from him.

“Good to know it's the coffee, not how much we love each other.” He deadpans, a smile on his face as he pulls her into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he runs his hand up and down her back, her pyjama shirt soft beneath his palm.

“That’s nice too.” She replies leaning into him a little bit further, his suit jacket scratching against her cheek, and she takes another sip of her coffee. “You’re up and ready early, even for you.”

It was 6am, the usual time they all woke up to ensure they could eat a quick breakfast before getting Amelia off to school, Aaron already being fully dressed and ready to go was slightly unusual.

“Early start at the academy today.” He explains, pulling away to put some bread in the toaster. “You ok to take Amelia to school?”

“Of course.” She says, smiling as she takes a seat at the kitchen counter, her smile faltering slightly when she thinks of their daughter. Anger still making her blood boil as she thought of the two girls they had invited into their home only for them to upset her. The usually unflappable Amelia forced to seek out comfort she usually pretended she didn’t need. She opens her mouth to speak again, to ask Aaron if he thought their daughter would be ok, when she’s interrupted.

“Mom! You’re home.” Amelia walks into the kitchen and wraps her arms around Emily, hugging her in a way she usually wouldn’t after such a short period of time apart, and it makes her ache. Sadness for her little girl and the way she was clearly still upset battling with the surge of happiness she felt at the unexpected physical affection, something she got less and less these days from the teenager.

Motherhood certainly never got any easier.

She wraps her arms around Amelia, pulling her into a tighter hug. “You were already asleep when I got home.” She pulls back a bit, her arm still looped around Amelia’s waist. “Are you ok honey?”

There’s a flash of something across her face, her dark eyes widening slightly as she unhooks her arms from around Emily and tucks her unruly hair behind her ears.

“I don’t feel great,” she says, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, “can I stay home today?”

Emily immediately reaches out and touches her forehead, the skin below her palm a normal temperature.

“You don’t feel like you’ve got a temperature, Mills.” She says softly, hoping her smile was reassuring.

“It’s not like that.” Amelia replies, standing back and clearing her throat. “I just don’t feel up to going.”

Emily turns to Aaron, who was now plating up the toast for all of them, and their eyes meet. They knew without probing that physically she was ok, that this was to do with what had happened the night before. That she didn’t want to face the girls she had thought were her friends.

“Amelia,” Aaron starts, passing her the breakfast he’d made her, “we both have work.”

The teenager looks so sad, so devastated, that Emily feels like she’s been punched in the stomach, and suddenly she can’t remember why she promised Aaron she wouldn’t march down to the school and give those little bitches a piece of her mind.

“I can take the day.” Emily says, making the decision in a second, not particularly caring about anything other than making her daughter happy. She knows she’s made the right call when Amelia physically relaxes. Emily turns to look at Aaron and they have a silent conversation, something they had perfected years ago, and she smiles at him. “I’m owed the time anyway, they sent me to a conference over the weekend.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Amelia says, her voice shaking a little. “Thank you.”

“Of course, love.” Emily smiles, her hand reaching out to Amelia’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go eat your breakfast in bed, get some more rest. I’ll call school.”

Amelia nods and turns to Aaron. “See you later, Dad.”

“See you later, sweetheart.” He replies, keeping an eye on her until she’s out of the room, her footsteps on the stairs echoing throughout the quiet house. He looks back at his wife and smiles at her. “How much do you want to call Chloe and Sam’s parents right now?”

Emily practically growls as she looks down at the toast he’d slid across to her. “The only reason I’m not marching down to that school right now and yelling at those girls myself is because I know Amelia would never forgive me.”

“That, and they are 13 and you’re 51. Hard to maintain the moral high ground in that situation.” He says, unable to stop the smile on his face when she glares at him as she takes a bite of her breakfast. He rounds the counter and sits next to her, his lips against her temple. “One of my favourite things about you is how much you love our children,” he says, pulling back to cup her cheek, “she’ll be ok.”

Emily smiles at him, feeling a little shy at the compliment about her as a mother. “Eat your breakfast.”

She kisses Aaron goodbye on the porch to their house, tells him that she loves him as he leaves just like she had been doing for half of her life, and closes the front door behind her as she walks back into the house. She calls the school and tells them Amelia would be absent that day, then she calls work and explains she’d need a day, telling Tara she needed to stay home and look after Amelia but to call her if she was needed.

She yawns, sees that it is still only 6.45am, and decides if she was staying home she might as well go back to bed for a little while. Emily pauses when she gets to her bedroom door, surprised to find Amelia laying in her and Aaron’s bed, curled up on her side, the now empty plate they’d sent her upstairs with on Emily’s nightstand.

She walks over to the bed, climbing in on Aaron’s side and pulling the covers back over her as she settles down next to her daughter. Amelia turns to look at her, curling into the embrace that she knew Emily always had waiting for her.

Emily blows out a steady breath as she Amelia settles herself into her arms, her head on her shoulder and her arm settling around her mother’s waist.

“Are you ok, love?” Emily asks, her hand stroking through Amelia’s dark hair.

“I’m tired.” She replies, and Emily knows it’s all she’ll get for now, that Amelia had inherited her need to explain things at her pace, that pushing her would never achieve anything.

“Well,” Emily says, allowing herself to enjoy this closeness her daughter was gifting her with, “it’s a good thing we have all day to sleep.”

Amelia hums, the sensation of Emily playing with her hair sending her to sleep. “Love you, Mom.”

“Love you too, sweet girl.”

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They spend the day just hanging out, Emily taking Amelia’s lead. Waiting her out for the conversation she desperately wanted to have.

She drives them to Taco Bell for lunch, both of them still in their pyjamas as they go through the drive through, and she buys Amelia all the food she asks for even though she knows it’s impossible to possibly eat it all. They sit on the couch and eat their food, watching trash tv together as the afternoon fades into the early evening.

“Dad told you, didn’t he.” Amelia eventually says, her eyes fixed on the tv despite the fact she’s clearly not watching it.

“Yes, he did.” Emily replies, waiting her daughter out, not wanting to push her now she was talking, letting her lead the conversation. They fall back into silence for a few moments before Amelia turns to look at her, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I thought they were my friends.” Amelia says, blowing out a breath and shaking her head at herself as she wipes tears from her cheeks. “And I don’t need you to give me the ‘you’re beautiful’ talk, Dad already did that.” She says, interrupting her mother before she could even open her mouth. “I’m not even really upset about that part. I look exactly like you and I’ve grown up hearing Dad tell you how beautiful you are every chance he gets. It's just…” she pauses, her chin wobbling as she tries and fails to hold back tears, “I thought they were my friends.”

“Oh love,” Emily says, reaching out for Amelia but stopping before she actually touches her, unsure if she would want the physical affection. The teenager makes the decision for her, leaning into Emily’s side, her head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I know it’s hard.”

Amelia scoffs, sinking further into Emily’s arms. “No you don’t, everyone loves you.” She sniffs, wiping tears away from her cheeks. “You’ve always had lots of friends.”

Emily laughs softly, kissing the top of her daughter's head. It was only since having Amelia and watching her grow up that Emily was truly able to realise how young she’d been in Rome, only two years older than her little girl was now. It made her heart ache for her younger self, so desperate for love and friendship that she’d ended up in a situation that she spent many sleepless nights hoping Amelia never found herself in. She hoped that the home her and Aaron had built, the love they shared between them and their children, was enough that Amelia would never feel the need to seek it out like she had.

“I never had any friends when I was your age.” Emily says simply, her hand running up and down Amelia’s arm. “I moved every 6 months or so. Never in one place long enough for anyone to like me.” She pulls back and looks at Amelia, smiling sadly as she wipes a tear away from her daughter's cheek. “I was always the new kid.”

Amelia frowns, her eyebrows knitting together in a way that was so Aaron it makes Emily’s stomach flip. “That’s really shitty. I’m sorry Mom.”

“It’s ok, Mills. It was a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t make it any less shit though.” Amelia says, sniffing as she settles back into Emily’s side, her eyes back on the tv.

Emily laughs, her usual reprimand for language swallowed back for once. “You’re right. It doesn’t.” She pauses for a moment before tightening her hold on her daughter slightly. “You know we’re always here right? Me, your dad, your brothers. We all love you.”

She half expects a snarky comment back, but Amelia smiles instead. “I know, Mom.”

“I could call their parents if you want,” Emily offers after a few moments of silence, desperately wishing she could make it better for Amelia, “let them know about it.”

“No,” Amelia answers quickly, the most sure she’s sounded about anything all day, “I’d rather just forget it.”

“Whatever you want.” Emily replies, formulating a plan in her head. “Shall we watch another episode?” She says, knowing Amelia was likely done talking about it.

“Yes.” She replies, not pulling away from their hug like Emily assumed she would.

Eventually, they hear Aaron’s car pull into the driveway and Amelia laughs, making Emily look down at her with her eyebrow raised.

“Did he tell you he offered us tampons?”

Emily nods and immediately bursts out laughing, joining her daughter in amusement at her husband's expense. They are still laughing when he walks into the house, confusion on his face as they all but collapse into each other when he asks them what they are laughing at. Any usual frustration at clearly being the butt of the joke is overshadowed by the smile on his daughter's face.

Aaron convinces Amelia to help him cook dinner, leaving Emily alone for the first time all day. She double checks her husband and daughter can’t hear her and then dials a familiar number, waiting for it to ring.

“Hi Peaches,” Penelope’s voice comes down the line, exuberant as ever. “How are you?”

“I’m ok,” Emily replies, a smile in her voice, “I wondered if I could ask for a favour.”

“Anything for you, you know that.” Penelope replies, and Emily can hear movement down the line, as if Penelope was preparing herself for whatever she was going to ask of her. “Is this anything to do with my precious Millie taking today off school?”

Emily frowns. “How did you know about that?”

Penelope laughs. “Just because I don’t work at the BAU anymore doesn’t mean I’m out of the loop. Dave gives me updates on what's going on.”

“Of course he does.” Emily replies whilst rolling her eyes. “Yes, it’s to do with Amelia and a couple of girls from school.”

She knows she doesn’t have to say anything else, the gasp that Penelope lets out letting her know she knows enough. “What do you need me to do?”

___

The following evening they have dinner together as a family, take out that Emily had grabbed on the way home from work.

“How was school, Mills?” Aaron asks, passing her a plate as she starts to help herself to the chinese food.

“It was ok.” She says simply, smiling at Emily, who was sitting opposite her, as she continues. “There was a new kid, Harry, who started this week. I said I’d show him around. Thought he could do with a friend.”

Emily smiles at her, pride flooding through her so fast she almost cries. “That’s great.” She replies, helping herself to the food in the middle of the table.

“Something else interesting happened today,” Amelia says, a small smirk on her face as she swirls noodles around her fork. Both of her parents look at her, silently telling her to carry on. “Both Chloe and Sam suddenly got locked out of their Instagram and Tiktok accounts.”

Emily almost chokes on her mouthful of food, coughing around it as she looks down at the table, Aaron’s gaze almost turning into her side.

“Oh, that's strange.” She manages, reaching out for her glass of wine to clear her throat.

“Really weird.” Amelia replies, her amusement clear.

“Oh sweetheart,” Aaron says, his hand landing on her back to rub circles in it as she continued to cough slightly, “you didn’t?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says, knowing they both know she’s lying. She looks at Aaron, his eyebrow raised with a soft admonishment on his face, an amused smirk he couldn’t cover. She turns back to look at Amelia and winks.

The smile on her face was worth it.

[pars-ley]

Try again

Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae​ thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub​ for @yutasgalaxy​ really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo​ event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk​ @vantxx95​

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of. 

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face. 

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here? 

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed. 

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either. 

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both. 

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back." 

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more. 

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed. 

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him. 

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely. 

[sei-hoe]

manager pt. 2

first of all, thank you for all the love on the first part of this series.  it really warmed my heart 🥺this part is incredibly self-indulgent omg.  just the thought of tendou’s delicious hands/fingers makes me act up. 🥵like damn.

Reader x Tendou Satori feat. Ushijima & Semisemi

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

TW: language, nonconsensual touching maybe?? creepy behavior?

WC: 1.5k

Summary: After deciding to become the new Shiratorizawa manager, the reader experiences her first practice with the team andplayswithtendousfingersohlord.

3 o’clock had rolled around and you found yourself walking to the practice gym Tendou had described to you. You wanted to make a connection with someone, you wanted to make friends.  The sound of volleyballs bouncing off the floor, sneakers squeaking, and deep voices soon hit your ears. You had arrived at the gym.   

Tendou had hoped you would come later that day to practice. Earlier in the day after his conversation with you he began to reflect on what led him to you in the first place.  You were a new student about a month into the school year and were beautiful, it was hard not to notice you. You didn’t really make any friends though; even as several months went by. But that was fine by Tendou, you’d have all the friends you need in no time. In all honestly Tendou was looking to get his dick wet.  And since you were a new student and were unaware of the Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team's unsavory reputation, it made you the perfect victim.    

You peeked your head in the doorway of the large practice gym, silently observing the team.  Tendou was in the middle of a conversation with Ushijima and Semi off court while the rest of the team was warming up. You couldn’t help but stare at the three of them, all immensely attractive in their own way.  Ushijima was god-like in his build, all muscle with his tan skin and dark green eyes.  Semi was hot in a conventional, fuck boy kind of way.  Lastly, Tendou was all lanky, lean muscle with long extremities and large crimson eyes. 

You couldn’t hear what they were speaking about, but the three of them looked very engaged in the exchange.  “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed her Ushiwaka!” Tendou spoke.  Tendou went on to describe you to Ushijima and Semi.  Both of them nodding their heads as he spoke.  “She would be the perfect little stress reliever for us”, Tendou smiled, “especially you Ushiwaka -- she has quite the thing for you”.  

“Whatever... just keep quiet about the whole thing.” Ushijima commented while he and Semi walked off to practice with the rest of the team. 

“Aye aye Captain!” Tendou saluted.  

-----

“H-hi Tendou”, you spoke softly as you walked into the gym.

  “You decided to join us! I’m so glad!” Tendou met up with you as you walked over to him.  He slung an arm around your shoulders as you looked up at him.  

“Yeah, I think being the club manager will keep me busy...ya know...give me something to do,” you explained. 

“That’s great to hear! Let me introduce you to the team!”

Tendou went on to introduce you to the whole team.  They made you feel so welcome, as though you were a part of something.  It made your heart happy.  Maybe moving to a new school wasn’t so bad after all.  The first and second years looked to Ushijima to say something to you.  

“We’re happy to have you Y/N”, He announced curtly. You momentarily dazed off while looking at him, he was so stoic and handsome.  Like a mighty Greek god blessing you with his presence.  If you were being honest the thought of being closer to Ushijima vastly swayed your decision to join the team.  

He discussed the current practice goals with the team before breaking up from their huddle.  You walked over to the bench to begin filling up their water bottles from the brightly colored water cooler.  

“Hey manager”, Tendou said with a lazy smile.  “You mind helping me with something real quick?”

You nodded happily as Tendou pulled out a roll of white athletic tape from his pocket.  “I need your help taping up my fingers.” He wiggled his fingers in front of your face.  

Knowing little about the sport had put a confused look on your face. “I-” Tendou sensed your confusion and cut you off.  “I play the middle blocker position so my fingers are bound to get a little banged up during practices and games.  The tape prevents any injuries.” He hands you the tape and takes a seat on the bench.  “I just tape my pointer and middle fingers” He makes two peace signs to show you the fingers he’s referring to.   

You giggle at his gesture.  Tendou smiles, “come here”.  He pulls your arm toward him so that you are standing between his legs as he sits on the bench, your knees touching the cool metal of the seat.  Your cheeks heat up and your mouth feels dry. He grabs your hand in his and positions your pointer finger so that it’s in an upright position.  Using your finger as an example, he begins tracing around your finger, “this is how you want to do it…nice and slow…but tight as well...” He continues tracing, his eyes never leaving yours.  Your hands begin to sweat as your heart rate increases.  His hands must be twice the size of your own.  Long and bony, knuckles bulging from his skin, a couple of scars here and there.  Your skin tickles where he is touching and you can feel your cunt clench around nothing as he continues.  “...making sure not to miss a single spot.” Tendou releases your finger and holds up his left hand. 

“Ok, your turn now!”

You begin to unroll the tape and take his pointer finger in one hand, wrapping the tape around as he instructed with your other hand.  His fingers are warm and calloused and so so long.  You almost miss a spot on his finger when your mind wanders, wondering how far those fingers would be able to reach, much further than your own.  You snap out of it when Tendou tells you to move on to his middle finger. 

Your daydreaming continues as you finish up both hands.  You concentrate hard, making sure not to miss a single spot.  You barely notice Tendou beginning to get fidgety, assuming it’s because you’re taking too long you begin to apologize, “I’m sorry I’m taking so long, I’ve never done anything like this before.”  You look at Tendou only to look down to see a massive tent in his gym shorts.  Quickly looking up, your face turns beat red.  “O-oh-kay...I think I’m finished now,” you stutter. 

Tendou raises his hand up to his face flipping them around to inspect both the front and the back, “You did a great job! Thanks Y/N!”

“Tendou! Quit fuckin’ around and get out here!” Semi yells from his position on the court.  

“I’m going to need a second!” Tendou calls back, Semi rolls his eyes, suspecting what is taking place on the bench.  Tendou lowers his voice, “Look what you’ve done to me”, he sits back lazily on the bench, hands on his thighs, his erection on display.  

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,”  you quickly exclaim.  Tendou sits up and grabs your hands.  You’re still standing in between his legs, so close.  “No need to get defensive, I’m not angry with you...quite the opposite actually.”  He rubs small circles into the palms of your hands.  You start to back up, his legs tighten around yours, effectively trapping you from escaping.  

“Tendou, get out here,” Ushijima repeats Semi’s request, “practice is starting.”

Tendou stands up, towering over you, “I guess we’ve got to cut this short.” He reaches his hand in his gym shorts to situate his hard cock between his lower stomach and the waistband of his underwear, effectively hiding his erection from his teammates.  “Can I drive you home after practice? We can pick up where we left off?” You nod slowly, blinking up at him, “Yeah, okay”.  

“Great!” He exclaims.  “How about a kiss for good luck?” He holds one of his bandaged fingers up to your mouth, pushing into your plush lips.  You purse your lips slightly and give his finger a soft peck.  Tendou smiles his lazy smile, eyes half-lidded and lets out a soft groan and jogs onto the court. 

Semi and Ushijima look to Tendou as he gets in position, then they look at you. Your face is red and your thighs are pressed together, you’re trying so hard to not look affected by Tendou’s flirting, it’s adorable.  Semi laughs and shakes his head as Ushijima continues looking at you.  You catch his eyes just as he turns away from you.   There was something unfamiliar there, the stoic captain rarely conveys any emotion, but nevertheless, you saw something.  Jealousy? Anger? You didn’t know.  

A whistle sounds and practice begins.  

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

bAby

this gif... holy SHIT 

Lucifer

Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am

So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is

Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you

His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him

Boi is at a loss…

Was this his fault?

“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”

“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”

Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”

Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down

You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear

“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”

Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex

his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…

How endearing, yet upsetting

He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning

Mammon

He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying

You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste

“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”

No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too

Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you

“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”

*forehead and cheek smooches*

Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears

Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again

“Bad dream? What was it about?”

“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”

First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week

Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right

Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case

“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”

You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow

Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes

At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him

Leviathan

Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible

As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit

Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger

“... Yeah?”

“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”

“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”

He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back

He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working

EXIT

What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??

MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?

“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”

He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe

Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream

The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close

They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away

At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok

“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”

“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”

Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished

You… You weren’t crying anymore!!

Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?

*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?

You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?

“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”

“N-No!”

“Something wrong?”

“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”

“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”

“No! It’s fine!”

And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying

You. Fell. Asleep.

On. Him.

Uh

“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”

Satan

He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door

Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door

“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”

It was you

What could you possibly want at this hour?

Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder

“M-MC? Are you alright?”

No, you weren’t

Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this

The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool

He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical

Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.

Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak

“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”

“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”

“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”

“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”

“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.

He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before

“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”

Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly

Unless they were

But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment

Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep

Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed

BUT

Before he could walk back to his chair

“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”

He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly

“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”

Asmodeus

Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?

He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms

Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes

Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets

The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart

Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them

Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you

When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out

Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!

Luckily, you chose that moment to look around

Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug

“A-ASMO!”

“Darling, wh-”

“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”

“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”

His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face

Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more

When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape

It was quiet for a moment

Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said

“Dearest, are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know.”  You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”

“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”

You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod

“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”

:(

You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak

“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”

“Asmo…”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”

Beelzebub

He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?

Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?

“MC? Are you awake?”

No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow

He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead

Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?

The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two

Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!

Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly

Now you were crying for more reasons than one

Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm

Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face

You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered

You were scared? Of him?

“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”

He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…

Beel is vewy sowwy :(

Those lovely amethyst eyes…

“B… Beeley?”

“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”

You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued

Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder

“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“Is your head ok?”

“M-hm.”

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying

“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”

His sweet, honest smile made you melt

But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully

“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”

“What do you mean?”

“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”

*insert pikachu face meme* = beel

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”

“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”

The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper

“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”

Belphegor

It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world

But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”

The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream

Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality

“MC?”

“Belphie? I-Is that you?”

“Who else would it be, dummy.”

You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you

“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”

“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”

“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”

“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…

“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”

With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder

“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”

“Aww, than-”

“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”

[myimaginesandrp]

Stuck with You (Ksj)

Summary: When the run-down elevator in your building breaks down, you find yourself trapped inside with your cute neighbor Seokjin.

Notes: 2k, One Shot, Neighbor!Ksj, N2L, Ksj x reader, fluff, mild angst

Warnings: Mild panic attack caused by claustrophobia [Any further warnings will be added upon request]

A/N: Please be nice this is the first time I write for BTS 🙈 {Also this was 0% Edited. oops}

 Cold sweat makes its way down your back as the pads of your fingers nervously press down on the emergency button of the elevator for just about  the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. They’re starting to hurt. Maybe not as much as your feet in the stupid shoes you decided to wear today, but they were definitely not this red when you first entered the building. Nevermind that, it’s starting to get ridiculously hot and you’re not entirely sure if the sweat is really from how stuffy it's getting in here, or if your fried nerves are starting to get a hold of you. 

You’d told the owner several times that the elevator needed to be fixed, and now your worst nightmare had come true before your very eyes. Not even two seconds in and the sound of screeching and whining metal rang in your ears before the elevator stopped completely, only to leave  you in darkness and a pounding heart that was very close to giving out on you. You’d never admit that you were claustrophobic, but with each second that passed, the air entering your lungs seemed to have more and more difficulty finding its way out. 

Had you been by yourself, you’d have completely lost it by now, but as luck would have it, the quiet - and much more controlled -  breaths beside you told you that you very much weren’t. In your panic you’d nearly forgotten you weren’t alone in the metal death trap you found yourself in. Thinking back to it now, you’d managed to avoid everyone in the lobby until his hand broke through the gap of the elevator just as the doors were closing.

Seokjin, your neighbor who moved in next door almost a year ago, stood about a foot away from you, nowhere near as worried about your current predicament as he probably should've been. In fact if it weren’t for the thin sheen of sweat gracing his forehead, you’d think he was just as content here as if he were at home. 

In the short amount of time you’d known him it was more than clear he was a sweet and kind person, not to mention his ridiculous sense of humor and his even more ridiculous good looks. It was unfair really, that someone who looked so perfect was just as beautiful on the inside. His presence now had kept you somewhat sane, for the most part. His kind smile now met your panicked eyes, offering you silent comfort in hopes that it would stop you from banging on the steel again. He approached you slowly, stepping over the grocery bags he’d been carrying when he ran inside. In your pacing back and forth you’re sure that you’d smushed an orange or two into the floor, but you could worry about that later.

 His hand finds your shoulder and your breathing suddenly takes a turn for the worse. Not that you didn’t want his touch of course, you’d been crushing on him since the moment you met him walking up the steps of your apartment one cloudy afternoon. You’d craved to be this close to him for a while but given the current circumstances, this was far from any daydream you’d ever ran through your head before.  

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something?” He began, pulling your attention away from your thoughts. “I have those chocolate bars you like.” He nods towards his bags and you arch your brow at him in confusion. All the blood drains from his face at the confession and he tries his best to backtrack without much success. “I mean- I just. I’ve seen you always grab some at the vending machine near the laundry room. Not that I always watch you. No wait-” A twitch of your lips gets him even more worked up. You watch in awe as his ears turn bright red and his words come out of him louder and faster. If you weren't filled with utter terror at the moment, you'd find it the most adorable thing in the world to see him this flustered. “-I mean  N-Not that I was staring! Why would I be staring at you! Sometimes I just happen to pass by when you’re there. Anyone could be there, it’s a public place you know? I just mean that-  I…” You shake your head at him to stop his rambling.

“It’s fine Jin” you muster with as much calmness as you could. He was a good distraction, but you were still stuck in a metal cage, dangling who knows how far above the ground. You were definitely gonna start taking the stairs from now on, this was getting to be too much for you. “I just lost my appetite really… I’ll just order something. If we ever get out- ” your voice breaks and before he can stop himself, his arms envelop you in a soft embrace. 

“Hey no don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay ______” he coos as you try and fail to control the stream of tears that leave you. You didn’t even know you were crying until he spoke, and now every time you tried to rein them in, more made their way out. “I’m here, you’re not alone.”

Jin wasn’t sure what came over him when he caught a glimpse of you entering the elevator, but he’d never been happier with his decision to run after you. Now as he felt you tremble in his arms, all he wanted was to make the fear go away. To make sure every tear was gone from your soft face and that nothing ever made you feel like this again.

He’s not really sure when he started to like you, but the moment he realized, it hit him like a truck. Maybe it was your kindness towards your elderly neighbor across the hall, or the way he could hear you belting out to your favorite music as you vacuumed your apartment. Or maybe it was because you were just so damn beautiful. With your sparkling eyes and the bright smile you gave him every time he was lucky enough to cross paths with you. He never stood a chance.

He really shouldn’t be feeling like this, like he wanted to keep holding you in his arms every day, to protect you. It made no sense after all, he was nothing but a stranger to you. But with every moment that passed, and every second that you didn’t push him away, something inside him fed hope that perhaps his feelings weren’t as one sided as he’d thought. 

“Listen,” he began again hoping to at least distract you. “You heard the maintenance guy not too long ago. The fire department has been called, we’ll be out of here in no time ok?” His voice was calm and soothing, and if it weren't for the fact that his touch sent a fire through your body, you're sure it would've been a cool balm to your nerves. You wipe your face with your sleeves and look up at him.

“I know, I- I just can’t breathe, I hate these things and it’s been too long now… I just-” You cut yourself off at the last minute to stop yourself from breaking down in front of him again.

“I understand ______. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to feel like this okay?” You nod and he reaches a hand to your face to wipe the remnants of a tear from your cheek. 

“You know -” he starts again, “ - one time I went fishing with a friend and our boat got stuck a few miles in. Man the fear I felt… I thought we’d be gone by then, but the human body is very resilient….” You listen as he rambles on about his friend and how he’s never taking him fishing again because not only were they  stuck in the middle of the sea, but they didn’t manage to catch a single fish. “Could you imagine my handsome face sunburnt? A horrible tragedy if there's ever been one..”

You latch on to his very word for who knows how long, until he’s got you giggling and the fear inside you is all but forgotten. The minutes pass and you don’t even realize that you’re still holding on to him until he reluctantly pulls away to offer you water, not fully letting go of your hand in the process. You both make it to the floor eventually, sitting side by side. He shares stories of his friends and you listen intently, now and again contributing with a comment and he swears your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

It’s almost a whole hour after the elevator stopped that you hear banging from the other side of the doors. Tears spring in your eyes again as you realize your imprisonment is almost over. Jin clears his throat and with a heavy heart you release his hand, knowing your time together is almost at its end too. He gathers his things from the floor and you help him. You’re not sure why you suddenly get so bold, but you let your fingers linger on his a little longer than necessary when you hand him back one of the chocolate bars you liked.

“Here” he says, handing it back to you. “I think you need it a little more than me right now” You chuckle and graciously accept it.

“Thank you Jin. I’d have gone completely mad without your help” He offers you a sweet content smile and your heart leaps, knowing it’s for you.

“Any time_____. Though let’s hope they actually fix this damn thing for once.”

The sounds of the doors being pushed open grow louder and the relief you feel when you start hearing voices outside is indescribable. As soon as you are able to, you pull away from Jin and drag your way out into the bright sunlight you never thought you’d see again. The firefighters help Jin pull you up and out of the elevator, slowly pulling you to the side to tend to your hand.

 There’s a small crowd standing by the lobby, watching and shaking their heads as they watch the firemen work. A few of them have less than kind looks for the owner as he stumbles his way in, with disheveled clothes and a distraught look in his eye. You’re offered an oxygen mask and you watch as a few moments later Seokjin is also pulled out to his freedom. He finds you almost immediately and moves his way over to you with nothing but relief in his eyes. 

“You okay?” he says as he pulls an oxygen mask to his face.

“Yeah, much better now.” 

“I’m glad. You were very brave, you know?” You scoff and he shakes his head. “Now don’t give me that, I'm serious ______. If we’d been stuck in a room full of insects you'd have had to give me cpr.” 

“Well let's hope the owner never decides to start a butterfly sanctuary on the roof”

“I would literally move cities” He deadpans and you start to laugh again. 

The rest of the afternoon passes by in a blur as the firemen ask you a bunch of health questions. The owner comes by to apologize to the both of you, begging  you not to press any charges and only leaving you both alone once you both agreed to. Jin’s hand finds its way to yours again, and this time neither one of you breaks the contact.  

After the sun has long left the sky, the lobby is mostly empty save for the maintenance folks who work on the elevator that you never want to spare another glance to. Jin makes to stand. 

“Come on _____ let me walk you up to your apartment. With the way the elevator went, I’m not taking any chances with the stairs” You actually let yourself laugh at that and take his outstretched hand to pull yourself up. “Are you hungry?” As if on queue your stomach decides to growl loudly. You throw your hand over your stomach and his face breaks into a huge grin.  

“I’m actually starving, now that you mention it'' you admit sheepishly. 

“Well I got some dinner waiting to be reheated at home and I wouldn’t mind sharing. What do you say?” He gives you a smile so dazzling, you think you’d melt back into the ground if it weren’t for his steady arm holding on to you. 

“I’d love that” 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! 💜 [If you liked this please help me out by leaving some feedback on my ask box. It’s always appreciated!]