#also the idea was just the one line of “i said your sister is hot alright?!?”

[leothetraveler]

after being reminded of how much narilamb dominates the cotl space, I remembered this little lambket/shroomwool idea and decided to write it out. Admittedly it's a little light on Lamb/Heket interaction as its TOWW POV, but I feel some people will just be happy this exists at all. enjoy.

The One Who Waits laughed heartily as the lamb emerged before them, having just slaughtered Kallamar. Leshy had already fallen and the path to Heket has been open for some time. “Kallamar was always a coward. This land is a better place now his pathetic, sniveling carcass is nothing more than a mound of rotting flesh.” Narinder grinned with malicious delight. Another traitorous sibling fallen. Another step towards freedom. This lamb was all they were prophesized to be. “Now. Finish what you started in Anura. I do not blame you for seeking Kallamar after he showed his cowardly nature, but Heket still lives. Strike while they remain vulnerable.” He could see the lamb shift their weight. They were trying to hide it, but they were clearly uncomfortable with what their lord had commanded. Narinder thought back to the lamb’s last encounter with his sister in Anura. The lamb had hesitated when Heket left. They stood there, as if afraid, before they continued. “Do you fear her?” The lamb was startled, clearly woken from thought. “Do you fear Heket?” The lamb shook their head, the bell they wore jingling quietly. “No, my lord. I do not.”

Narinder regarded their vessel for a moment. “…why did you hesitate?” The lamb looked confused, so Narinder clarified. “Whenever you face my sister, you hesitate before continuing your crusade. I thought it fear, at first, but you claim otherwise. So why delay? Why go to Anchordeep when she laid defenseless? Speak.” The lamb hesitated, purposefully avoiding his gaze. “I just wanted to get some crystals. The lighthou-”

“L A M B.” Narinder cut them off, “do you take me for a fool? Even now, you clearly do not wish to face the yellow crown. I demand the truth. Or else.” The lamb cowered slightly at the threat. They wringed their hooves and mumbled an answer. “Speak up!” Narinder growled. The lamb repeated, but still too quiet to be distinct. “LAMB!”

“I SAID I THINK YOUR SISTER’S HOT, ALL RIGHT?!?” The lamb’s confession echoed through the quiet gateway as the three cats present stared at the vessel in communal disbelief. “You…what?” The lamb crossed their arms and looked away as their face turned red as carmillas. “…your sister's attractive…so I feel a bit bad about killing her.”

It took all of Narinder’s strength not to lose his composure. “…but letting her watch the others fall is much better? You are crueler than I gave you credit for.” The lamb slunk at his words. “Either way, you must slay her to free me.”

The lamb looked between death’s attendants, mulling something over, before addressing their god once again. “My lord…when I free you, I assume I will return to mortality, yes?” Narinder could not suppress a growl of irritation, which was shortly echoed by Aym. “Why is this important? You have angered me enough.” The lamb took two steps forward, their uncertainty disappearing. “I would like to request a reward. For all I have done in your name. I would think such is fitting, yes.” Narinder could guess what they wanted. What charm has his sister put over his vessel? …No. Heket knew nothing of charm, magically or otherwise. This delusion was purely of the vessel’s mind. “If you think I will spare Heket her due punishment for your sake, lamb, you are gravely mistaken. Even if I were to grant her mercy, she would not be with you any sooner than she would bow to ME. Enough delusions. Go.” And with that, the lamb relented, returning to their cult. As they left, Narinder sighed, wishing to relax and forget about the lamb’s horrid delusion.

“To think the prophesized lamb would be such an unworthy vessel.” Aym broke the short-lived silence. Narinder hissed at him, causing them to shrink away. They knew they were not given permission to speak. Baal also flinched, having been cut off from speaking their mind as well. “It matters not,” their master assured themselves, “as even if the lamb offered such, Heket would never accept it.”

“I can’t believe Heket actually accepted.” Narinder spoke to himself as Heket walked the aisle of the temple, the music drowning out his words. His siblings, now mortal, stood beside Narinder. Leshy mirrored his disbelief, thinking the lamb must have made some sort of bribe or threat. Kallamar, ever the soft fool, was more concerned with the beauty of the event and couple as they pointlessly tried to wipe the happy tears from their eyes. Shamura, of course, was simply happy for their sister and stood quietly with them in the front row.

Despite both betraying him and cutting all of them down twice over, the lamb had somehow made peace with his siblings and won over his sister’s heart. If it was not happening in front of Narinder, they wouldn’t believe it. Heket’s smile faded for a moment as they looked at their disapproving brother, which made his cold heart sink, but she continued to smile brightly as she took her place at the lamb’s side. Narinder watched the ceremony but didn’t care for the words. Looking at his sister, he tried to remember the last time he saw such a genuine smile on their face.

Unknowingly, Narinder smiled slightly. At least his sister looked better in a wedding suit than the lamb.

[checosbluespring]

secrets we keep (pt1) → mv1

max verstappen x perez!fem reader

genre: one night stand, teammates sister, pregnancy

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (male receiving), p in v, slight spit play, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 3.1k

song: too sweet - hozier

sidenote: hi everyone! finally a new fic is here and it's a max one! this is going to be a two parter, so keep an eye out for the next one! please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic (I write for all drivers), also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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The roars of the crowd were loud as Max crossed the finish line, followed closely by Sergio. For a second there you had thought your brother would overtake the world champion, but nonetheless he fought hard and gave the team what they wanted, a 1-2 finish. 

It wasn’t often you got to go to your brother's races, maybe only a handful a year but you were lucky to be able to get the time off to join your niece and nephews for the Japanese Grand Prix. Sergio would topple over if he knew you had the hots for his teammate. Every time you have met with Max, it’s been very cordial. Polite hellos, asking how life in Mexico is, what you have been up to since he last saw you. 

A part of you wondered why he was so timid with you. Was it because of Sergio? Being the baby of the family left him feeling protective of you, but you don’t think that would affect how Max interacted with you. I mean you barely saw him. 

Watching the pair on the podium set tears in your eyes. You were extremely proud of your big brother and his teammate. 

Your dad absolutely adored max and had invited him to join us for a celebratory dinner after the race. Which to your surprise he happily accepted. 

You were staying at the same hotel that both the bulls were at, so reconnecting for dinner would not be difficult. After the race you decided to head back to freshen up and change your clothes into something a little more fancy. At the race you were wearing a white tennis skirt with a red bull polo tucked in. For dinner you decided to wear a  black  over the shoulder dress that fit you perfectly. Finally ready you walk down and see that only Max is waiting in the lobby. Your stomach turns at the thought of being alone with him.

Picking his head up from looking down at his phone he notices you walking toward him and waves shyly. “Hi y/n, looks like it’s only us ready” he said in a tiny voice. You are always so used to him being outspoken it kinda scares you a little. “hi maxie, you know how my family is with time management, they should be down here soon” you said with a laugh, not even acknowledging the nickname that slipped from your mouth. 

A sudden tinge of pink washes over Max’s cheeks and you feel heat radiating up your neck. Act cool, you keep telling yourself but you are so nervous. Max was all you ever wanted in a guy. Handsome, sweet, confident, the list could go on. You knew deep down though your worlds would never clash well. You lived in Mexico with your parents - working as a teacher. Max lived in Monaco and raced for one of the best teams in formula one history, surrounded by models throwing themselves at him. You couldn’t blame them, you would do the same, if you thought you ever had a chance. 

“No worries, I always have to wait for Checo to come to our team meetings” he laughed. “I bet, if there’s one thing my brother isn’t know for it’s being on time, thank you for coming to dinner with us though, we really appreciate it, I know my dad and brother do a lot”

With a smirk on his face something shifts “oh just your dad and brother, not you?”. You feel the breath knocked out of your lungs, just as you are about to open your mouth to respond, tiny roars make notice in the room and you almost fall at your nephew running to you, so you could pick him up. Silently you thank your nephew for the interruption. 

Dinner goes smoothly. You sat at the opposite end of the table with the kids, while your brother, dad, and max were deep in conversation. You swore that Max kept looking at you though, sneaking glances. 

As the check gets situated, all of you make your way out onto the busy streets of Japan. You hear your brother speak up “Y/N are you gonna come get ice cream with us” and while you were deeply contemplating it, you decided to pass up the offer and head back to the hotel. 

“No I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel and pack, I want to take the kids to get breakfast tomorrow morning before we leave” you say.

“no puedes caminar solo es tarde en la noche” (you can't walk alone, it's late at night) your brother worries. 

“Sergio, I'm fine, it's not that far from the hotel, I'll grab a taxi” before he could protest, Max jumped in.

“I can take a taxi back with y/n, I'm super tired after the race, and I'll make sure she makes it to her hotel room” 

“Are you sure Max?” Sergio asks.

“Yes I'm sure, it was a lovely evening, thank you for inviting me” 

Your family bids their farewells and walks away, leaving just the two of you waiting for a taxi. As you guys are picked up, you both don't say a word in the car, sitting in an uncomfortable silence. Max pays the driver and you thank him quietly. Making your way up to the floor where both of your rooms are, you stop at his first. “Thank you for bringing me back Max, I appreciate it” 

“Of course it's no problem, hey I'm actually not really that tired, do you wanna play Fifa or watch a movie?” he asks. Something deep down is telling you to decline. Spending time with him is just going to dig you deeper in a hole with how you feel about him, nonetheless, you can't let this opportunity go and accept this offer. 

Walking in you notice the room is ten times bigger than yours, with a balcony and jacuzzi tub in the middle of the bathroom. Max must notice your awe because he says “I don't know why they give us such big rooms, we are hardly ever even in here”

“Haha it's nice for Checo because the kids get to play around” 

“You are really close with them, aren't you?”

“They are practically my own, when their mom is out doing business I usually keep them, I also help homeschool them” 

“Well that's very sweet of you” he says while taking a seat on the bed, while motioning you to do the same.

“Do you want something to drink” he offers

“No I'm okay” you politely decline. You still can't believe this, you are in Max Verstappen's room all alone. 

“Okay let's put on a movie! What are you up for, should we do action” you sense a sudden shift in his mood, you can't quite place it, maybe excitement. You believe he can probably sense that you are nervous. The mention of action makes your ears perk up.“Can we please watch fast and the furious, I am on a mission to have all my friends watch it”

Max doesn't protest, just laughs quietly and nods, setting the movie in place. You make yourself comfortable and take off your big hoop earrings and heels- even though they werent big by any means they still hurt you. Once you are back in bed with him, you notice him looking at you.

“Is there something on my face?” You laugh

“No i just guess I never noticed how different but similar you look from checo”

“Really? How so?” You question

“Well for one, you are very pretty, but you have the same freckles that Checo does covering your cheeks and nose” Max’s comment has you feeling shy, you know you must be sporting a prominent blush across your face and neck. 

“well thank you Max, it's funny because growing up, i never had freckles, but i think being out in the sun for races and the kids karting tournaments have really brought them to surface” 

“That's interesting, I admire how close to your family you are, something I wish I had” he says so quietly you almost miss it. You don't know what possesses you to do this but you place your hand over his and say “you are always welcome in this family max, we all love you, and no matter where sergio goes next year- you will always be welcomed with open arms” 

He stares at you with a blank face- unable to tell what he's thinking you begin to think that was the wrong thing to say when suddenly he leans down a plants a gentle kiss over your lips. You gasp at the touch. Max pulls back with wide eyes and says “shit I shouldn't have done that, Checo will kill me if he found out”. Instead of agreeing with him, you keep your hand held tightly over his and whisper “he doesn't have to know”. That's all it seems to take for max to lean back in and start kissing you. 

You grab the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric in your hands. His palm cups your jaw, slowly deepening the kiss. Once his tongue makes his way in, you let out a quiet moan. 

Grabbing your hips, Max shifts your position so that you are laying on the bed while he towers over you. “You are so pretty y/n, been wanting to do this forever” he says while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. While you want to pour your heart out, your nerves stop you and all you can do is nod and say “want you so bad max”. 

He continues to kiss you, tracing his mouth up and down your neck and along the junction between your shoulder and neck placing feather-like kisses. There’s nothing more that you want then for him to leave a big bruise plastered for everyone to see but you knew that wasn’t possible. 

You grab his head and place your lips back on his. Moving his hand to your hair he grips it tightly, keeping you in his control. Slowly he rocks his hips down to meet yours, creating a union of moans to spill from the both of you. This must be the breaking point for max because he stops to take off his shirt and grabs your dress to do the same. Not before asking “is this okay”. 

“Of course it’s okay, I want all of you” you whisper out. His pants also come off in the process. Both of you left in your underwear. You could feel yourself soaked through your panties. Max moves his hand so that his thumb is slowly running along your slit through the fabric. A moan is pushed out of you with a quiet plea of more. 

Growing impatient you tug the straps of your bra down your shoulders exposing your breasts to him. This catches his attention because Max is on them immediately. Sucking and kissing them, basically worshiping them. “Fuck, these tits are perfect. They were practically popping out of your dress earlier, wanted to take you to the bathroom at the restaurant and just suck on them for hours” 

You would have never guessed Max to be into dirty talk but it’s a pleasant surprise. “I want you in me Max, please, I’ve been waiting for this” 

“How can I deny such a pretty girl? '' With that being said, Max gets up and walks to his bag to pull out what seems to be a condom. While he’s doing that, you shimmy your underwear down your legs and throw it somewhere in the room. Before he approaches the bed, Max takes his underwear off and you see his cock spring free. Your mouth instantly waters at the sight. He’s big, just like you thought he would be. Pale and veiny. Pink and wet at the tip.

You wanted him in you but not before you got a taste of him. You motion him up towards your mouth, so that his legs are on both sides of your shoulders. “I want to taste you, can I Max?” You said hoping your voice and eyes truly show the desire you have burning for him. 

“Go ahead sweetie, suck me off”

That’s all you needed to hear before taking the tip in your mouth, lightly sucking. Max groans at the sensation and places a hand behind your head for support. Popping yourself off the tip, you lick a long strip under his shaft, following the prominent vein that lies there. You place feather-like kisses on the head hoping to tease him. As you look up at him, you see his mouth slightly agape, eyes stuck on you. “Don't tease me baby, c'mon”.

You start to bob your head, up and down, making sure you move your tongue back and forth. You palm at his balls and hear a hiss, thinking he must be sensitive. 

“Fuck, you suck me off so good, this mouth was made for me, wasn't it y/n” 

You whimper at the words and try to push yourself further down his cock. Grabbing your head, he pulls you off and says “I need to get in you”. 

You nod your head fast and practically beg “please Max, please want you in me”.

As he positioned himself between your legs, he's looking directly at your core, you start to feel a bit insecure and try to close your legs, but he uses both his to keep them open. “You have such a pretty pussy, want to absolutely devour it” what he does next has you almost combust. He hovers his mouth over your core and lets a string of spit come done to coat you. Taking his index and middle finger he holds you open and lets another drop of spit fall on you. You are moaning so loud, you place your hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. 

Max places two fingers in you while simultaneously rubbing slow circles over your clit. You are desperate for him to get in you. “Max I'm good, you can get in me”.

That's all he needs to hear before he puts his condom on and sinks into you. The burn is unlike anything you have felt before. You were definitely not used to his size but the stretch was addicting. As he builds up pace, you place your hands over his back, your fingernails gripping onto his shoulders, it feels so so good. “Faster” you whisper. Max listens. You could already feel the coil in your stomach about to snap, what pushes you over the edge is Max’s dirty talk. “You wrap around me so good, best pussy I've ever had, what would people think if they saw my roommate's sister coming all over my cock” you can't respond, all you can do is moan.

Finally catching your breath you say “you feel so good Max, you are gonna make me cum” and you tuck your head into his neck licking a fat stripe near his Adams apple. “I'm gonna come too, come with me y/n”.

The next couple of minutes go by in a blur, you feel yourself clenching on his cock, cumming while he pumps in and out of you with his hand rubbing at your clit. He kisses you hard as he groans into your mouth. “Fuck that was good” he states and all you can do is nod. 

Max takes off his condom, and goes to the bathroom, returning in his underwear, with a warm washcloth. You feel embarrassed but you let him clean you up. You are left undressed so you ask if he could hand you your dress. The room is filled with an awkward tension. Max can tell because he lays down on the bed and pats it for you to lay with him. 

You feel like you should decline and be on your way, not wanting to overstay your welcome. But you genuinely don't think this will ever happen again and want to cherish what little time you have in the same proximity.  You lay with your head on his chest and his arm thrown over you with the tv playing in the background. Time passes quickly and within 30 minutes you hear soft snores coming out of max. You take this as your cue to leave. You slip yourself away and gather your belongings. Taking one last glance at him you smile and quietly make your way out of the room. 

You don't have a lot of time to reflect once you get back to your room because you have to shower, and pack for your flight in the morning. You don't know if you and Max will ever reconnect like that, but you are grateful for the time you shared. 

You don't see or hear from Max before you leave Japan, but maybe it's for the best. Your brother didn't expect anything and you are determined to keep it that way. 

The first couple of weeks back in Mexico were rough, slowly recovering from your trip. Around 6 weeks after being home and two more grand prix taking place, you feel sick, like a stomach bug has really knocked you down. It was so bad that you weren't able to go to the Miami gp like you wanted. 

Deciding it has been lingering for far too long you decide to go to the doctor. The first thing they ask you is if it's possible if you are pregnant. Your first thought is no, but you remember you and Max had hooked up around two months ago. You feel a pit in your stomach and your heart rate speeds up. You couldn't be right, he wore a condom, and you hadn't had sex for like a year prior to that. 

After you take your pee test, you have never been more scared or felt more alone. You want your mom here. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor came in with a smile and sat down. “Congratulations y/n you are pregnant”. The world came to a stand still and all you can do is cry. 

Because how in the hell are you going to tell your brother you are pregnant with his teammate's baby. How are you going to tell Max that you are pregnant? 

Simple. You won't. 

[pixiesfz]

microphone drop j.f x reader

plot: In which Vanessa forgets to tell Jessie she is mic’d up and all she talks about is you

warning: just fluff

Jessie was in the gym after training when Vanessa caught her.

“Jeff, Jflem, Jessatron, the Jessanator, the-“

“Hi” Jessie cut her friend off before she said random words with ‘jess’ in front of it.

“Whatchu up to?” Vanessa asked and Jessie motioned to the weights next to her “nice, hot your PB yet?”

Jessie crossed her head “no but y/n is helping me at home”

Vanessa smiled at the mention of you, she thought you were good for Jessie. You made her happy and Sinc always says she would never forget how giddy Jessie got after the first Australian friendly and you asked to swap shirts with her.

“How is y/n/n?”

Jessie blushed, “good, really good uhm did I tell you about my plan yet or-“

“No tell me, tell me now”

Even Vanessa forgot she was mic’d.

“Well after international break and before Olympics I was planning on proposing and-“ “what!” Vanessa jumped up in excitement

Jessie looked around nervously “yes?”

“This is huge Jessie” Vanessa smiled at her and she rubbed her already red cheeks “How are you going to do it?”

Jessie sat down next to Vanessa and pulled out her phone, excited to go into detail about this with someone.

“Okay so this is the ring, I saw her look at it before when we were buying a gift for her sister, it kinda gave me the whole idea in the first place but anyway” she rambled before going to her next photo of a FaceTime call with y/n’s parents as they gave a thumbs up.

“Then I got the permission from her parents but she likes to call them her rentals which I don’t get”

“Oh it’s like Australian slang there, parental figures without the ‘pa’” Vanessa explained and Jessie’s eyes widened as she finally got it “How do you know that?”

“Ellie”.

Jessie nodded before swiping to the next picture of confirmed plane tickets to Australia, your homeland “she thinks we’re going on a spontaneous trip to see her family, which we are but I’m also going to propose to her there” she explained and Vanessa swore she had never seen her captain so happy.

“And then I bought her this dress she always said she wanted but she said it was too cold to wear in London so I got it so she could wear it in Australia” Jessie said, swiping to the next picture as Vanessa realised Jessie had made an album dedicated to the planning of the big event.

“You going to do a speech”

“I want to try, I wrote one but I’m not that great at remembering lines” Jessie said, scratching behind her ear “that’s fine you’re good at thinking on the spot and also knowing y/n she will be saying yes even before your knee hits the ground”

Jessie smiled “I only plan on doing the ‘proposal’ thing once so I want it to be perfect for her”

Vanessa slapped her friend in the shoulder supportively “I’m sure y/n will think it’s perfect no matter what”.

It wasn’t until later when Jessie had finished spotting Vanessa on chest pressed and the social media came over asking for the mic was when her face paled over.

“You were mic’d the entire time?” She asked, her cheeks red as panic now evident on her face.

“Did I forget to tell you?” Vanessa asked as she thought back to their conversation.

“You know you cannot use any of that”.

[its-time-to-write]

masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*82 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

please don’t be

five chapters of sadness that definitely isn’t based on personal experience

[whore-4-drewstarkey]

Lips of An Angel- Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

summary: based on the song Lips Of An Angel by Hinder. (take a listen! i recommend it!!) Y/N drunkenly calls up her ex boyfriend drew, to confess her love she still has for him and all her regrets from their past relationship.

warnings: odessa…., alcohol consumption, emotional cheating (if you even call it that), angst, a tad of fluff if you squint, slight mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse (not from drew), lmk if i forgot anything bc i’m sure i did lol.

a/n: for starters…. i’ve been waiting to write this one and i was gonna do it for rafe first but it just felt more right to do drew lol. also please don’t come at me for the way i put odessa in this. (personal opinion: i don’t think they’re really a thing irl but whatever). for the sake of this fic i had to put her in it to work as she’s the only prominent female in his life besides his sisters so bare with me please. (personally not a fan of her for my own reasons and things i’ve read) hope you all enjoy this one!

revised and edited by the one and only @slut4drudy ilyyyyy

as drew had just put the last of the champagne glasses into the sink from his and odessa’s small get together with friends, he could hear his phone ringing that all too familiar ringtone… the ringtone he had set for only her. he thought to himself… how strange it’d be for her to call him at such an absurd hour after not talking to one another in two years.

him and Y/N had began to date their senior year of college at western carolina university, and just like every college couple, they eventually broke it off a few years later. it had been a mutual agreement when he got cast on netflix’s show, outer banks, as she didn’t want to hold him back any longer from achieving all the goals she knew he would. the two however kept in contact regularly until none at all just two years ago when she’d started dating her now boyfriend maverick. and from what Y/N seen drew had also moved on… to his costar odessa.

“hey, uh drew your phone is ringing. do you want me to get it?” odessa asked drew as he finished washing the champagne flutes, drying his hands hurriedly with the towel next to the sink.

“uh, nah, um i’ll go answer it. it might be my mom. you know her and not being able to sleep and missing her kids. i’m just gonna go in the reading room and take the call. i’ll be back out in twenty. sound good?” he asked warily.

“yeah yeah take your time. tell her i said hi for me” she smiled as his towering figure walked past her frame and into the living room, picking his phone up. his large thumb moved nimbly against his phones screen to answer the call from Y/N as he entered the reading room, plopping on the couch.

“h-honey, why you callin me so late? it’s kinda hard to talk right now” he stuttered out her pet name he hadn’t called her in years. all he received in return were her soft sobs from the other line. those little soft sobs shattered his heart. the last time he’d heard them was because of him. because he had spoke the idea of maybe they should break up. because he didn’t know if he could do the long distance relationship, and Y/N had just agreed. no hesitation because she wanted whatever would make him happy. and if that meant breaking up with her and breaking her heart, then so be it. she wanted what was best for him because she loved him.

“honey, why are you crying? is everything okay?” drew whispered out through the phone to his broken ex in an uneasy tone, as his jaw clenched. he hated the idea of her being sad. he always had.

“w-why are you whispering?” she sighed as more tears streamed down her face.

drew bit his lip, exhaling a huff of hot air he hadn’t known he was holding before speaking, “i gotta whisper because i can’t be too loud.”

“why? i-im sorry. i shouldn’t have called. this was so fucking stupid” Y/N slurred out into her end of the phone, catching drew’s attention.

“oh, well, my girls in the next room” he spoke as he paused to let her speak.

“like i-i said… this was st-stupid of me” she slurred out again before continuing, “you’re moved on. i get it”

“honey, Y/N, it’s not like that. i swear. s-shes not even my girlfriend” he tried to elaborate before she cut him off.

“then why’d you call her your girl?”she challenged.

“baby, you’re drunk. i can tell by the way you’re slurring your words. what’s wrong? why’d you call?” drew tried to deflect the question and ask the more important questions; why she’d called and why she’d been crying.

“answer my questions first please” she hiccuped through her phone and into his ear.

“we haven’t put a label on it. in all seriousness i don’t even know what i want. i don’t even think she knows what she wants. it’s more of a friends with benefits kind of deal” he sighed out as his left index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed once more, contemplating to speak what he’d been thinking for awhile now. “but honey, if i’m being serious, sometimes i wish she was you”

“i wish i was her too” Y/N whimpered out as she took a gulp of the vodka from the bottle she’d been coddling in her arms, sitting on the bathroom floor, hiding from maverick.

“i guess we never really moved on… did we?” he chuckled out, causing Y/N to smile at the sweet sound of his chuckle. it was bliss to her ears. she’d missed that sound so much in the last two years.

“now answer my question honey, what’s wrong? why’re you calling so later? isn’t it like after 1am there back home in charlotte. right?” he asked Y/N in a concerned tone, face scrunching up in worry as well, though she couldn’t see it.

“u-um. drew it doesn’t matter. forget i called you. okay?” Y/N tried to deflect his concerning questions he’d been shooting her way since the call had started.

“Y/N, honey. i’m not hanging up until you tell me what’s got you so bent out of shape that you’re drunk off your ass, drunk calling me at 1 am your time all while sobbing. i just won’t” he huffed out, losing his patience in the girl on the other line.

“joseph” she began to slur, sternly, “i said it doesn’t matter. go back to your girl or whatever the fuck she is to you” she hiccuped yet again.

“fuck, i cant believe i’m about to say this right now, but it’s really good to hear your voice sayin’ my name. it sounds so sweet” drew smiled to himself as he softly giggled. maybe it was from the champagne he’d had earlier or maybe it was the blissfulness from just hearing Y/N oh so sweet voice saying his name again.

“i love you” Y/N slurred out once more as she started to cry again. “i’ve never stopped” she continued. “i thought i could and would move on but i cant and it hurts me that we aren’t a thing anymore” she continued to weep.

“honey don’t say that. please” he frowned as his heart cracked yet again over his ex girlfriend and her words. more like over her admittance of missing him so much still even after all these years.

“why not, drew? it’s the truth” she sniffled as she wiped her runny nose with the sleeve of his old college sweatshirt she’d still kept after all these year even after their breakup. she picked the bottle of vodka back up and took another swig of it.

“those words…. fuck. they’re coming from the lips of an angel baby. and hearing those words, it’s makes me so fucking weak. because as much as i want to be with you… i cant” he sighed as a single tear streamed down his stubbled cheek, not even bothering to wipe it away. he soon continued, “i never want to say goodbye, honey. and it’s so fucking hard to admit that. but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel” he dryly chuckled as the memories of their kisses ran through his brain. it still felt so real. the longing to be near her was still there. and the butterflies. and the desire to make her happy. and the want to make her feel safe and loved.

“drew, you’re the one who just said you guys aren’t even a thing so why would you even say that?” Y/N croaked out as she wiped more of her tears away.

“it’s complicated honey. i feel obligated to be faithful even if her and i aren’t really officially a thing. now please for the love of god, baby, why are you crying? what’s wrong? what happened?” drew exerted his concern as his eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

“i- uh, drew you cant do anything about it, so it doesn’t matter” she whimpered in a whisper, reaching for the bathroom door knob to make sure it was in fact locked. she squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she heard mavericks yells from their kitchen.

“you know, it’s funny that you called me tonight, Y/N/N, because we had some friends over and the whole time i was just thinking of you and how you’ve been. i haven’t heard from you in two years, hunny” drew whispered, his voice strained from the way his heart clenched in pain at the lack of communication between the two when they had both promised to keep in contact.

“maybe that’s why i dream of you. you know what they say, if you dream of someone that means they’re thinking of you. do you dream of me too?” she spoke shakily, as her jaw began to quiver, biting back yet another sob.

“what about maverick? and yes i’ve dreamt of you too, love. i do often” he confessed as he thought back to his dream he had of her from the other night. the two of them had gone on a picnic in the mountains back in their home state of north carolina, enjoying the scenery and all it had to offer, that was until he was awoken by odessa’s loud alarm blaring throughout his bedroom. drew’s lips parted once more as he spoke again, “and does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?”

“th-that’s why i-i uh called. he… uh he got mad again and s-started to throw some things around the kitchen. h-he said some things which isn’t out of the ordinary with him” her frail voice cracked as she finally admitted to him why she had called him so late in the first place. tears once again started pouring out of her once bright eyes which have now been filled with void. “he drinks… a lot. and when he does… he gets kinda aggressive. he will do things to me and say horrible things as well. i-i called you tonight because i’m drunk and i miss you and i know you’d never do this shit to me and because you listen. so well. you always have” she began to cry again for what felt like the twelfth time that night.

“honey, what are you talking about? has he hit you? do you have a place to go?” drew shot up at the mention of mavericks behavior coming from Y/N. he was on high alert and wanted nothing more than to protect her at that instant.

“i shouldn’t have even called. does odessa even know you’re on the phone with me? i don’t want her to get mad at you. i shouldn’t have even called” Y/N stumbled over her words due to the excessive amounts of alcohol she’d been drinking and maybe even a mix of anxiety.

“no, i don’t think she has a clue. i told her it was probably my mom, but, i knew it was you. i still have your number saved to my phone… with your ringtone too. couldn’t get myself to delete it, even after all these years” he confessed as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair. he bit his lip in frustration before speaking sternly this time around, “Y/N, honey, tell me…. has he fucking hit you?”

“y-yes. but he didn’t mean to” she tried to excuse her boyfriends actions, though deep down she knew it was a lie. “and yeah if i have to i can go to my brothers but i don’t need anyone’s fucking help or pity” she blurted a little loud.

“fuck, Y/N” he sighed as fresh tears broke his waterline of his azul eyes, his jaw clenched tight.

“it’s okay, drew, i promise. i’m not your problem anymore. i haven’t been for four years now.” she expressed as she drank the last bit of the vodka that was left in the bottle.

“Y/N can you do one thing for m-“ drew was cut off by a soft knock on the reading rooms door, notifying him that someone ,odessa, was on the other side.

“hey, uh you almost done? it’s getting late and i wanna go to bed” she complained to drew as he’d pulled his phone away from his attentive ears.

“u-uh yeah. let me tell my mom goodnight real quick” he stuttered nervously, worried she’d been ease dropping on part of the private conversation he’d been having on the phone with Y/N. and with that odessa nodded her head as she left the room, shutting the door as she went.

“what is it that you want me to promise you?” Y/N sniffled.

“call me if it gets bad again. i’ll fly out there immediately”

“i promise.”

“i never wanna say goodbye” he admitted to her after her promise.

“i don’t either, but you have to” she spoke flatly as she’d just heard Odessa moments before. she opened her mouth, speaking one last line, “i love you drew”

“i-i love you too honey” drew spoke the words he’d been bottling up since the day the two broke up, as fresh tears streamed down his stubbled cheeks. during the moment he spoke those words all he could hear were mavericks yells and bangs onto the bathroom door through his phone, before the call ended all together.

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[hongcherry]

rating svt from husband, boyfriend, bestie material

pairing/genres: svt x reader (gn); fluff

warnings: lots of nana tour (NT) and in the soop (ITS) references, as well as others but wanted to give specific warnings for those two shows bc spoilers

author's note: for 🍉 anon. THIS WAS TOUGH LMAO. I’d also like to say this is kinda biased!!! I tried to be objective despite having strong feelings toward certain members 🥲 But just a general disclaimer: I do not know them personally, so I'm going off of what they've shown to the public. I know there will be people who disagree because we all have different ideas/preferences in a partner/best friend. So, please, keep that in mind! Each member can mean something different depending on the person 💞

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Husband Material

1. Mingyu — This man can cook, clean, is intelligent, handsome, funny, etc etc etc~. I believe he’s also one of the first members to comfort others. And his sister has mentioned she wants a partner like Mingyu. Enough said lol.

2. Seungcheol — He’s caring, loyal, reliable, and dependable (cough that one jeongcheol clip cough). He’s not afraid to stand up for those he cares about (i.e., members > company). He’ll be the protector type (wbk). I sense the relationship would feel stable and secure.

3. Joshua — This man has always screamed husband material. He truly IS a gentleman. He has a good balance of playfulness and seriousness, which would make the relationship fun. He’s also very caring (flashback to ITS with Seungkwan (even NT as well)) and has a great heart.

4. Chan — In his Weverse interview, he mentioned how he wants to be there for his members no matter what. He’s also very passionate about his craft, and I think that attribute would cross into his love life. And did you see the video of him with that carat and holding their purse while they got in the car?!?!

5. Minghao — I’m reminded of that video of him saying he’s always dreamed of getting married and having kids (ironically saw this again on my tl recently). And watching NT, it’s so easy to imagine him with his family in an artsy town. Also, he’d be loyal (I recall all the anti-delulu fancalls and lives LOL; this doesn't necessarily show loyalty but yk... it can *wink wonk*) and caring (as seen with Vernon).

Boyfriend Material

6. Seokmin — He’s so precious and sweet. Definitely someone you would want to take home to your family. He’s so full of love and happiness. I think he’ll care for his partner a lot and shower them with love. The relationship with him would be so wholesome.

7. Wonwoo — Have you seen the way he treats Chan?! Imagine him with his partner *sobs* I get the sense (one of) his love language(s) is acts of service, so he’d treat his partner sweetly and tenderly. He’ll be a soft and supportive lover.

8. Jun — I recall how he made breakfast for SVT during predebut because he couldn’t speak Korean well at the time but wanted to do something nice/show his love for his members. I also saw a recent video of him making sure one of the members didn’t fall when they stumbled. So, I think he’d be very attentive to his partner’s needs. Also, imagine bf!Jun cooking you hot pot. Yes, please.

9. Jeonghan — I think he teeters on the boyfriend and bestie line (his face also gives off fwb vibes lmao), but since Jeonghan is one of my biases, he gets put in this category (semi-sorry). This man said, “You’re supposed to wait endlessly for people you like” in NT. He has said he wants to be an island to people in ITS. He’s also supportive of others as we’ve seen when he co-parents with Cheol lol. I think he wouldn’t be afraid to do something for his partner if they needed him to as well (i.e., that live when Seungkwan wanted to sing but it was late, so Jeonghan said he’ll ask for others to understand. It may have been a joke, but it was still kind to say).

Bestie Material

10. Soonyoung — He’s the person I would swap with Jeonghan since he also is on the borderline. He’s very energetic with people he’s comfortable with so his friends get to see that side a lot. He’s also cuddly as we’ve seen in several clips of him snuggling his members lol. I get the “you’re so comfortable around each other it’s almost like you’re dating” vibes LOL.

11. Seungkwan — He’d be so fun to be around. A lot of fun memories will be created with him. He’s the life of the party, and I just imagine him popping around here and there at an event lol (I think I’m overprojecting slightly, but he would still be well-known to others!). I think Seungkwan just needs/likes to be around people regardless of whether they’re a partner or a friend.

12. Vernon — He feels like a free spirit. I believe he’s mentioned before that he’s more of a personality person, so he’s not focused on looks in his partner. He’s very chill and already is confident in his own skin. I get the sense he’s content being alone (or w a friend) but also having a partner if the right one comes around.

13. Jihoon — It’s not impossible to have a relationship when he’s busy, but it def would be harder to balance. Even though he’s quiet, he cares. This is evident in the songs he’s made for certain members. I think he wouldn’t mind a partner, but they’d need to be understanding of his lifestyle (and accept he’s not big on showing affection directly). I think his partner would be someone who is similar to him but also would be able to introduce him to things he doesn’t do (like go outside lol. I say this bc he was loving the NT experience).

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[atsumwah]

about time

featuring : iwaizumi hajime

includes : you being oikawa's sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties

notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row....the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))

being oikawa's sister had its perks.

you're instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn't care honestly) so really there wasn't anything you can complain about.

except that you have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend.

it's not that he's just hot, like insanely godly hot, he's also really nice. all the years you've known iwaizumi, there wasn't a moment where he wasn't a gentleman to you, despite being together for so long people might mistake you three as siblings.

like when you were five and fell on your knees, he was the one who ran to get the first aid kit (damn your brother he did nothing but laugh, the audacity)

or when you were thirteen when you were scared to walk alone after school without oikawa because he was sick and iwaizumi offered himself up despite having his classes end way earlier than you (and continues to do so when your brother couldn't accompany you)

or when you were 21, drunk off your ass at a bar and having him pick you up, knowing that his campus was literally halfway across town but still came when he heard you sobbing at the other end of the phone.

the little things he does makes your heart flutter, toes curl and mind only filled with thoughts of him. he's the reason why your standards in men are so high and you aren't going to settle less than any of that. you weren't going to settle if it wasn't him.

even so, you're pretty sure he doesn't see you in the same light. again, you've known each other for years, you basically grew up together, so you're pretty sure he only sees you as his best friend annoying little sister (even worse, he's own little sister)

"why does he have to be like that, makki?" you whine, your head lulling to the right to rest on your best friend's shoulder.

"that being?" he teased, taking a sip from his drink as he eyed you from the side.

"you know, irresistibly hot." you gestured to iwaizumi who was working at the counter, "how am i supposed to move on if i see him everyday?"

"that's your own fault. you know he works here."

you did but that's not the point.

"still," you grumbled out, "thought i was being obvious enough. can't he just, i don't know,reject me?"

"honey, you and i both know he's oblivious as hell. i think you need to spell it out for him to get it."

you groaned, hitting your head against the table again.

"hey, what if i set you up with a guy? maybe you'll learn to move on." makki suggested.

it wasn't like the idea of meeting someone new hasn't crossed your mind before. it's just that, well, they're not him.

"did you miss the part where haji's literally perfect and most men aren't?"

"ahem."

"most men besides haji and you aren't."

"better." he said smugly before continuing. "what if i made sure he checks all your boxes, hmm? i know a lot of people."

"i don't know," you bit your lip, "i guess i trust you…"

"that's a dangerous thing to do, you know?"

your head whipped to the sound of his voice coming from behind you.

"i'm literally your best friend, dude."

"not by choice."

a chuckle escaped your lips at his bluntness.

"hey!"

"what are you talking about and why are you trusting makki with it?"

before you could even answer, makki did for you.

"we were talking about setting her up on a date," he said proudly.

"a date, huh?" he eyed you from the side, "thought you had all the boys lining up your feet, princess."

you're so unfair, hajime. 

"they're not that interesting, i guess." you said instead.

"good. keep your standards high. you can't trust men these days."

"you're literally a man."

"i'm different."

"ahem." makki not so subtly coughed again.

"like I said, i'm different—ow— i will literally kick you, makki."

you only smiled, never agreeing more with a statement. he was different, or maybe there was something different about the way you felt for him compared to anyone else. and as much as you wanted something more with him, you're smart enough to realize that that dream was way out of reach.

maybe going on a blind date wouldn't be the worst idea.

***

"i'm so gonna kill you!"

"what'd he do?" makki said on the other line.

"not only did he criticize what i ordered, he even took some of my food and didn't even ask for it! he said and i quote 'a pretty thing like you can't finish this, right?' you know i don't share food!"

"i’m sorry bout that honey. he seemed pretty cool when i talked to him before. he did looked excited when he saw a picture of you."

"ugh men. that's it, i'm just gonna wait for my prince charming to come."

"so no more blind dates?"

"nope." you clicked your tongue as you opened the door to your apartment. "thanks hiro, i did appreciate the thought. i'm gonna call it a night."

"alright, sleep tight honey."

you removed the phone lodged between your shoulder and ear before dropping through keys in the bowl next to the door.

"you're home early."

you let out a gasp at the sudden intruder, your heart calming down when you realize who it was. "my god, how did you come in?"

"you gave me the keys, dumbass." iwaizumi shook the spare keys in front of you, then settled himself on the countertop. "so how was your date?"

"how'd you know it was today?" you took off your coat and immediately went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of—well two cans— of something that would probably make you forget your date.

"makki's not one to keep quiet, you know."

"right. well, it's a lost cause you could say."

"that bad?"

"yup," you downed it down immediately, wincing at the aftertaste. "what're you doing here anyways? it's late."

"had to make sure you got back safe." he said nonchalantly, "your brother would've nagged me if something happened to you."

"i'm a big girl, hajime. i can take care of myself." you said, annoyed, though your beating heart says otherwise. "pretty sure he's dying for me to get someone. he's always saying how i'm repulsing men."

"we both know that's not true, princess," he says.

ugh there it is again. that stupid nickname that makes you weak in the knees for the man in front of you.

"yeah well…" you started, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, "i appreciate you coming to check up on me but i don't need another brother breathing down my back, alright?"

you expect him to shrug it off or to roll his eyes like oikawa would but instead you're confused at his next words.

"do i really give off that impression to you?"

you turned your head towards him. it almost sounded like he was hurt. "what do you mean?"

"nothing." he says almost instantly after that. "nothing, i just— forget i said anything." and with that he goes off to grab his coat hanging by the rack.

but you were curious. because the way he said it seemed like it was out of surprise. like it's the first time he realized that.

"wait," you grabbed his arm before he could go. "tell me what you mean by that?"

was it the booze that made you act this way too? yeah probably.

" 's doesn't matter. forget it, alright?" he makes a move to leave but tug his arm out. you hold on tighter.

"tell me." you say, persistently. "i’m not letting you go until you tell me. i'll jump on your back right now even."

"let go."

"for someone bigger than my brother you sure are a wimp."

"are you trying to provoke me?"

"is it working?" you said before adding, "wimp."

"it's not working."

you pouted. "it always works with tooru."

"that's because he has a huge ego." he let out a yelp when you actually fulfilled your threat by jumping on his back. "hey, get off!"

"not until you tell me!" you locked your legs around him with your arms around his neck to stay determined. "this usually works on tooru too. only it involves a lot more hair pulling." you said triumphantly, before realizing how close your face has gotten to his. apparently he noticed it too judging by how wide his eyes are and how red he looks up close.

"if i tell you, you might hate me." he whispers, words only for you to hear.

"i could never hate you." that's ridiculous. you were literally in love with him, hello?

he looked uncertain, but eventually gave in when you were still stubborn to let him go.

“...i like you, y/n."

pardon?

"if you're messing with me, i will pull your hair out." you managed to say.

"please don't. mine doesn't grow as fast as your shitty brother."

"you're…for real then?"

"yes."

"then why would you think i hate you?"

iwaizumi winced, like the next few words were gonna be painful. "you said you think of me as a brother."

"because i thought you only saw me as a sister!" you blurted out.

"what?" his big saucer eyes matching your own. "what're you saying?"

"i'm in love with you." you bit your lip and continued on. "i've been in love with you ever since i can remember."

there. it was finally out, no takesies backsies. honestly it felt good to have that in the open. it was like ripping off a bandaid, painful but at the same time, relieving.

but then panic set in when he didn't say anything for a solid minute.

you watched as his face slowly turned red till the tip of his ears and his mouth opening, closing, as if still figuring out what to say. his hands moved first, slowly taking you off of his back and turning your body so you were now hugging him from the front, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"so… we like each other?" he says, lips unbelievably close to your own.

"apparently."

"so if i wanted to kiss you, your would say…" he trails off, eyes solely focusing on your lips.

"i'd say it's about damn time, haji." you mimicked his movements.

"about damn time," he mutters before claiming your lips with his.

about damn time indeed.

[harrieatthemet]

One Is Enough II

(part I)

in which Harry’s horny and you’ve got a smart mouth.

“Not tonight.”

This’ll be the fourth time just this week alone. Although, to him, it feels like the millionth. He can’t remember ever feeling iced out like this; blown off or punished so cruelly.

The front of his body pressed up against you, his head just aside yours as he tries to sway your answer. In their journey down to the opening of your pants, fingers hungry to undo the zipper, he lets his hands fall flat atop your stomach. 

So you wince.

His frown lines deepen when he feels you to start to writhe a bit, trying to shake his grip off until he fully succumbs his release. Reluctantly he surrenders before letting out a sigh; sexually frustrated and completely confused.

He figures it’s better to just ask outright, “M’I being punished f’something?”

He sounds defeated when you turn to look at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion when he gets a look at how painfully uninterested you appear.

Yes and no. And perhaps you’re not playing a very fair game or even so much as giving him the benefit of the doubt. You’re mad at him for something he said without him fully grasping the weight of it. But you’re also a little scared, maybe, so what better way to sort that out than to completely withdraw and retreat. Maybe lie a little, too.

“Why would you think you’re being punished?”

His eyes widen a bit before his brows follow, raising them almost as if he’s challenging you to keep being dishonest. He knows he’s being punished, which is exactly why he asked. Now he just wants to know why. You don’t seem mad. Disconnected a little, maybe. All he wants is to fix that.

“Dunno,” he pouts, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and create a little less space between the two of you, “maybe ‘cos I’ve been dying to touch you and y’wont let me.”

He takes your pause in response to prove his case a little bit, work the middle and show you how you’re only punishing yourself. Pushing all your hair to one side was a good start, because he’s got full access to your neck now. And before he goes to lick that favorite little spot of yours he lets his thumb trail the line of your jaw.

“Won’t let me..” he trails, mouth hovering just above your own to taunt you, “spread apart those pretty legs..”

It has been long. That familiar cold shot of chills down your spine is a brutal reminder. When his mouth moves to your ear, breath hot before he leaves an open mouthed kiss to your jaw, you’re about ready to fold.

“Won’t let me fuck you,” he’s practically out of breath, he wants to so bad, “please let me fuck you.”

The frustrating thing with him is he knows all the right spots to work. He knows what strings to pull, how to be persuasive. A sweet talker. Most times it would work. Except when his finger brushes over your nipple beneath your tee, sore to the touch, there’s a bitter lull of realization. And now the words ‘one is enough’ are resurfacing in your thoughts.

“Just,” and he’s truly puzzled when you give him a soft nudge off you, “I really don’t feel well that’s all, Harry, really.”

There’s no time allotted for a rebuttal on his behalf. Before he can even open his mouth to get serious you’re walking off, an exasperated sigh lingering in the kitchen long after you’ve exited.

He’s left in the kitchen; hard, disappointed, and even a little annoyed. If you were sick, fine. He wants you to at least lean on him to help. He can play the doctor role quite well, and rarely ever minds if at all.

But you’re dismissive, avoidant; anytime he tries to talk, you’re abrupt in response or completely removed altogether. He won’t outright accuse you of pretending to be ill. He’s not a dick and yes, he has empathy. However he is fed up, especially right now.

He’s sat aside you at the dinner table, his sister, his mother, and a few friends scattered about right across from him. A pre birthday dinner was Gemma’s idea; something intimate to celebrate Harry in between his shows. And everything seemed fine. Conversation was flowing, laughter prominent, the drinks abundant. The champagne was popped before Gemma brought out the cake an hour ago, but you didn’t even touch it. And you’ve barely said a word all night.

“Oh no,” it’s your third refusal of the night, “ thank you though, m’alright.”

Gemma's brows are furrowed at you, freshly opened wine bottle pressed snugly to the palm of her hand as it teeters a few drops into a barren glass. Your barren glass; one that you didn’t even ask for nor want. Regardless it’s in front of you now and stained with a stray drop from the open nozzle.

Gemma’s in front of you also, eyeing you curiously as she repositions her arm so she doesn’t spill the half empty bottle of red wine all over Harry’s expensive white rug.

“Did we bring th’wrong bottle?” she doesn’t put the cork back in yet because she’s not convinced. 

It’s definitely the right one; your favorite, even. It was a courteous gesture on her behalf and you even feel a tinge of guilt for declining. Especially because you know she called Harry in advance to ask what you preferred.

“Love,” his tone is hushed, exercising a bit of modesty as he leans in closer to your ear, “just have a little.” 

You certainly don’t want to be berated, especially from Harry of all people. Not when just a few hours ago he griped on and on over a plate of Rigatoni about how stressful the baby has been, how glad he was she went down for the night.  You couldn’t help but flinch when the ‘two under two sounds like a bloody nightmare’ remark came out of his mouth, piggybacking off a chuckle and squeeze to your knee. 

“I don’t want any Harry” you hiss, but frown as Gemma’s expression remains the same, “m’sorry Gem, just don’t really feel like having a glass.”

Of course, there’s a much more justifiable reason. Any other circumstance and you’d be happy to divulge, not just in the wine but in what should be exciting news. Exciting for everyone at the table except the most important person.

A small shift in energy invites itself to the dinner table, likely because you just very blatantly snapped at Harry in front of guests. So Gemma redacts her offer, assuring you it’s no problem as she slides the bottle back to the center of the table. Jeff shifts awkwardly in his seat, instinctively reaching for his own glass to take a bit of the edge off. And everyone else promptly follows him, as well. 

You’re a bit stiff in stature as you wait for Harry to recoil and move his arm off your chair. And he does, reluctantly but swiftly before settling into his own seat to create a bit of space between the two of you. It’s a little uncomfortable now; nobody really knows what to say. The expression on your face is a tell tale sign you’re keyed up and Harry’s meekly put off at your lack of manners.

“Hm,” his unconvinced hum echoes off the rim of the glass at his lips, “could be this mysterious illness she’s got.” 

The needling on his behalf has been teetering on insufferable for days. He’s managed to really work your last nerve, especially tonight because this is now his 4th snide remark about your ‘illness’. 

Leaning back in his seat, he tilts the stem of the glass up before raising his eyebrows at you. Almost like he’s challenging you, something he’s been doing a lot of since your dinner with Anne. He’s blissfully unaware of the mounting tension you’ve been combatting, unfortunately something that comes as a result of withholding a secret. But your patience has expired and you’re trying to refrain from digging the heel of your shoe into the toe of his loafer. Now you’re just fucking annoyed.

“Or could be that I’m 10 weeks pregnant,” your smug sarcasm is dry, drier than the red wine that's now dribbling from the side of Harry’s mouth, “cheers, though.” 

[mybelovedwoo]

a hero can save me now

seonghwa x f!reader

fluff, angst, forbidden love/ wc: 1.4k

warnings: drinking alcohol, oc being tipsy, a very annoying guy, seonghwa being a savage

note: seonghwa is literally what we all need. it is impossible to not fall for him TTTT please tell me all you thoughts about this drabble. thank you for reading it!!

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Being drunk with "friends" you're not really friends with wasn't the best idea you've ever had. But what could you do when you're classmates from university invited you to have a couple of drinks with them as you all finished your exams, it was supposed to be a celebration or whatever, but it turned around real quick when a group of guys joined you all. Not gonna lie, they made you feel a bit uncomfortable with their nagging. They wanted you to drink more, when you were already tipsy enough to feel unsafe with them. You've already had enough for today.

You tried to grab your phone from your pocket, but it was quite stuck there. It took you a couple of tries to actually succeed with this easy task. You scrolled through your contact list, looking for who would be the most worthy to call at this late hour, because you're sure it's not a good idea to go home like this all by yourself. Your hands stopped at Yunho's name, you probably should not call him, because the moment he tells your sister about it, your screwed. But your finger already pushed the call button, he is kinda like your big brother and probably your safest option right now, you trust him.

When the phone rings, all you can think about is that you have to end it before he actually picks it up, he's probably already fast asleep and you should not bother him. But before you can do that, a voice speaks from the other end "Hello?" But it's not Yunho's, although it's a very familiar deep voice. "Y/n is it you?" asks the unknown person on the other end of the line.

"Who is asking? And where is Yunho?" you are very confused and the alcohol in your body is not helping either to understand the situation. "Look, I don't know who you are, but please give him the phone, it would be very important."

"I can't, he's in the shower, that's why I picked it up." Great, then you can't ask him either to come get you. "And I'm Seonghwa by the way. Is everything okay tho?" Oh shit, not him, please. You literally can feel your whole face heating up, it feels like it's a hundred degrees inside suddenly.

"No- I mean yes- But not really. I should hang up the phone, it's pretty late already." You're stuttering, this god damn alcohol is not helping you hide your nervousness. After your last encounter, you've been thinking about him a lot. He was just so nice to you when he didn't have to.

"Y/n, did you drink?" Now you're speechless, suddenly you don't know what to say. Should you tell him the truth or just lie to him and let this thing go in peace? But before you could say anything, one of the unknown guys interrupted you. He crawled into your privacy, putting his arms around your shoulders when he sat down next to you. You gave him a look of disgust. "Who are you talking to? Your boyfriend maybe?" Now he's not just being disrespectful, but also embarrassing you. You try to shove his arms from you when you hear Seonghwa talk again.

"Tell him it's your boyfriend! I'm on my way, just tell me where you are!" And before you could process what he said, your mouth acted before your mind and told him your location, then he just hung up without another word. Now this didn't turn out the way you've planned. Instead of your big brother, your crush is coming to get you, and he's gonna see you like a mess.

-

You decided to wait outside instead. To be honest, you couldn't endure the presence of those annoying guys anymore, also you felt very hot, you felt like your whole body was boiling from the inside, so it seemed better to wait in the fresh air. You sat down on the windowsill, where people usually go out to smoke and have a conversation with their friends. Luckily no one was there right now.

You didn't have to wait long before you saw your savior in your sight, hurrying to the pub. You buried your head in your hands to sober up a bit, since everything was spinning around you. You still couldn't believe how you ended up in this situation.

Seonghwa's eyes already found you sitting there by yourself. He never saw you in such a vulnerable state, and to be honest it stressed him out a little. He didn't understand this feeling, but the moment he heard that you were not safe on the phone, he ran out the door, he wasn't even thinking about it, god he even forgot to tell Yunho about the situation.

You felt a pair of hands stroke your hair, so you took all of your strength and raised your head, only to find Seonghwa tower over you. Suddenly you felt so small next to him, he felt like a shield from everything that possibly can harm you. "Hey there." Now that reality hit him, he didn't know what to say or do, he acted before thinking, and now he don't even know what he's doing here. "Can you stand up?" He asked you.

When you didn't answer him, he held out his hands to help you, but you didn't take it. You braced yourself on both sides of you and struggled to stand up, but eventually, you were standing in front of the taller man. But he still kept his hand there, in case you still needed his help.

"Seonghwa why are you here?" It just came out of your mouth, you couldn't think of anything else since he hung up on you. You had so many questions that were confusing you. Maybe it's just the alcohol, but suddenly you feel very brave, that you can ask him all your unanswered questions.

This caught him off guard, he didn't know what to say either. "I just want to help you. You don't want me here?" He could only think of the worst, what if he is the one that ruined your night and made you uncomfortable?

"That's not what I'm saying, I'm just asking you why are you here? I mean why did you come here to help me?" You accidentally lost your balance when you wanted to go a little further from him because being this close to him made you a little nervous, but luckily he reacted quickly and caught your hands, so you could stabilize yourself once again.

It didn't turn out the way you planned, instead of getting further away from him, you're now literally in his arms. You quickly pulled your hand away so he wouldn't notice how sweaty it was.

"Because ever since we last met, I think of you sometimes." You can't believe what you're hearing, you must be hallucinating. "I realized how cool you are. I like you, I really do and I would like to hang out with you more." You're just dreaming now, right? This isn't reality. Why would a guy like him want to hang out with you? This doesn't sit right. 

"Ohh there you are. And I can see the boyfriend has arrived too." Not this man again. Why does he keep following you, not even speaking about embarrassing you in front of Seonghwa? You roll your eyes at him. "He is not-"

"Yes, that's right, I'm here now."The tall man next to you cut in your words, surprising everyone, even himself, but on the outside, he stays confident. He takes a step forward to stand between you and the man. "So why were you looking for my girlfriend?" He asks him.

You can feel your face heating up, you must look like a tomato right now, luckily Seonghwa cannot see you at the moment. You know he's just lying, so the man would finally leave you alone, but it still feels strange hearing this from him.

The man was speechless, he clearly wasn't expecting this to happen. "I- The- Yes, the others were searching for her, so I thought I'd come find her." The man was stuttering, making up an excuse.

"Now you know that she is with me and we're already leaving, so you can go back, buddy." The man can't do anything, just turns around and goes back to where he came from. Seonghwa turns back to you, just to check on you, he's really worried that his actions made you uncomfortable. But little did he know it did not, in fact you thought it was kinda hot.

"So can I walk you home?" He asked you nervously, making sure he doesn't do anything you're not okay with. You nodded to let him know, you're completely okay with it. 

-

[kimbappykidding]

At first you only did it to tease Bahiyyih.

Don't get the wrong idea, you did think Kai was good-looking and liked him but seeing Bahiyyih's face while you flirted with him was so funny you had to keep doing it.

You and Bahiyyih were famously a Tom and Jerry of Kep1er. You loved Bahiyyih a lot but were very different. She was a lot more composed, quiet and thoughtful...you were none of those things. You got told the reason you'd debuted was because of your personality and took that as a compliment. You were loud, charming and confident. So it was always a clashing of worlds when you and Bahiyyih came together and you loved nothing more than to tease her or push her buttons and one day a new idea of how to do that came to you.

You were at a party and loving it! The idol life was still new to you so every party was like an insane VIP event you'd snook into and Yujin was constantly having to remind you that this was your life now but the excitement still hadn't left you yet. TxT were also here and they'd always been so kind and supportive to you from the start because of Bahiyyih's brother. You knew him the most out of the boys but hadn't really spoken to him or the guys one-on-one ever. So when you joined the line for the bar and Yeonjun waved you to them near the front you were pleasantly surprised.

They asked what you wanted and then added it to their order. "Don't worry I can get my own" you said feeling bad but all the guys brushed that comment away. "It's okay Kai's paying for it" Beomgyu explained and your eyes widened "I can't make you do that!" you cried but Kai just smiled at you "don't be silly of course you can. I'd act like this if I saw any of my sister's friends". "Really?" you asked smiling "you're a real modern-day gentleman?" challenging him slightly. "I like to think so" Kai replied and Yeonjun nodded "yeah he is pretty nice, that's why all our female staff loved him so much". "Isn't that just because he's cute?" you asked and then paused because that came across as way flirtier than you meant. Beomgyu and Taehyun burst out laughing and Kai blushed. Yeonjun and Soobin looked very proud and you laughed too. "Sorry I didn't mean for that to come across so forward" you told Kai who shook his head "don't apologise, it's not like it's a bad thing to hear a pretty girl thinks you're cute". You smirked "are you sure you're Bahiyyih's brother?" which made Kai laugh and you happened to glance back to see Bahiyyih staring at you.

That's when the idea came to you and you turned back to Kai who seemed very pleased by your comment. "Kai is full of surprises!" Beomgyu told you and you smiled sipping on the drink he'd just gotten you "I'm starting to see that, thanks for the drink Kai. I'll get the next one and totally not as an excuse to talk to you again" and with a wink walked away.

When you got back to your table the girls could tell something had happened...the TxT guys clapping Kai on the back and staring after you with huge smiles was probably a bit of a giveaway.

"What was going on over there?" Xiaoting asked and you smiled "oh nothing just chatting to Kai and his friends". "Looked a little more than that" Bahiyyih said and you smiled "hey I can't help it if your brother's hot" and Bahiyyih paused "I'm sorry he's what?". "He's hot!" you cried "everyone knows it, right girls?" you asked looking for backup but even Dayeon didn't dare to agree. So you were on your own but didn't mind that. "Well they won't admit it but Bahiyyih your brother's hot and I think I've got a shot with him". "Got a shot?" she asked "so are you trying to...wait never mind. I don't want to know what you want with him". You smirked "I'll keep you in suspense" and caught Kai's eye across the room. He blushed and shot you a small smile which you returned. You caught Bahiyyih watching and gave her a big smile. This was going to be so much fun.

Bahiyyih watched Kai with you the rest of the night and could tell he was into you. The two of you spoke a few more times and Kai's eyes were glued to you each time. He laughed at everything you said and you'd definitely taken an interest in him which he loved. Out of all her members, Bahiyyih supposed you were pretty much Kai's perfect type so she shouldn't be surprised...but it still took her back when Kai came to her about you a week later.

They'd met up for breakfast to discuss their sister's birthday and what they were going to get her. Once that was done Kai shot her a look "so Y/n" Kai said and it took everything for Bahiyyih not to react. "Yeah?" she asked trying to act calm and Kai looked down shyly "is she seeing anyone?" he asked coyly. Bahiyyih hesitated "why? Are you into her?". Kai blushed and Bahiyyih gasped "omg you are! You fancy my member!". "I wouldn't say fancy just she's really pretty and we got talking the other night. I like her confidence and don't remember you saying anything bad about her". "Because there's nothing bad to say" Bahiyyih admitted "she's cute, funny and talented. Sure she can be a little loud and reckless but I've never found her to be too much" she said begrudgingly. Kai smiled "do you think she might be into me?". Bahiyyih nodded "yes" but didn't elaborate and then feeling the obligation to be the good sister she added "I'll send you her number".

Kai had texted you before Bahiyyih had even got home from their dinner. She came to warn you and found you already in a string of texts with him. "I'm so touched" you told her as she went to leave your room and she froze. "Why?" she asked and you smiled "because you could've forbidden him from texting me but you actually gave him my number. You must think I'm such a great person to set me up with your brother" you said grinning at her and Bahiyyih rolled her eyes. "Sure if you want to see it that way go for it" she said "can I just ask you one thing?" and you nodded "sure!". "Just don't hurt him" she said and you paused "what? What makes you think I would?". "I don't know at first I couldn't tell if this was all to get a rise out of me but if it is please stop. Kai may seem strong and hides it well but he's vulnerable and soft. A girl like you could destroy him". "A girl like me?" you asked and Bahiyyih nodded "confident, cool, sexy. Someone who has her pick of guys" she sighed "don't break his heart please?". "I won't" you promised "I have no intention to hurt him...atleast in a bad way" you said with a wink and Bahiyyih groaned but your joke did its job, it lightened the mood.

You and Kai texted for a week before you suggested meeting up. It wasn't anything deep, you just asked if he wanted to grab a coffee when you had a longer lunch break and he agreed to help you pass the time. Plus you were still getting a kick from being friends with a member's brother and Bahiyyih's reaction when you announced you were leaving to see Kai made you smile all the way to the Hybe building. Kai offered to come to you but you fancied a walk and a nosy around Hybe. Kai had given your name to the man at the front desk and you were let straight through. You took the elevator up to the correct floor and ping, you were here.

The doors opened and there you were! Kai's heart did a little leap because he'd been nervous about this since you planned it and now here you were! You shot him a big happy smile and walked confidently over to him. "Hey, thanks for having me over!" and Kai smiled "oh it's not problem, if you ever need to waste some time just let me know". You nodded "but spending time with you is never wasting time" and walked into the cafe without any hesitation. Kai followed just a second behind you and watched as you took everything in. "It's a pretty nice cafe and not too busy so we can sit anywhere" Kai explained, feeling like he was stating the obvious but you nodded. "How about by the window?" you asked and Kai followed you nodding his head.

You both went up to order and you ordered first and moved to the other side of the till to get your drink. Kai was waiting to pay for his drink when your presence became known.

"Who let you in?" Kai heard someone ask aggressively and worried some security person had thought you'd snook in. He turned around panicked, but saw it was Enhypen or specifically Jay, Jake and Sunghoon. They were all around you but you had a smile on your face so seemed fine. Regardless Kai quickly paid and rushed over to find you were explaining the situation.

You saw Kai and smiled "see, here he is!" and the guys turned to look at Kai. "Did you really invite her in here or is she lying like she always does?" Jay asked and Kai felt himself bristle. "Yes I invited her here and she's never lied to me". Jay paused but you and the others laughed. "See! You're clearly the problem" you said pushing your way to Kai's side "now you owe me an apology!" you said to Jay. "I'm sorry" he said smiling sweetly "I just figured you were here to see me".

Kai's eyes widened slightly at the flirting but you just snorted "please you'd be the last person I'd be here to see" and you turned to Kai "we're all in that 2002 group chat right? I know them from there". Kai nodded as if he hadn't stopped checking that chat a few weeks after being added to it. "Jake and Sunghoon are good friends" you said smiling at the two boys and purposefully leaving Jay out. When he started to protest such treatment you simply said you and Kai had to go and steered a very relieved Kai away from the group.

Things got better once you sat down and actually started talking. Kai's heartbeat returned to a normal level and he realised how much he liked having your attention on him when someone else stole it.

Fromis_9 spotted you when they came in for a coffee and they all rushed to greet you. Apparently, you knew more Hybe members than Kai and they all gushed over you and demanded you come visit them too. "Yeah why does Kai get a visit from you and we don't?" Jiwon asked and Kai blushed at the question but you just smiled. "Because Kai's special" and gave him a small wink. Kai was on cloud nine and even waved as all the girls walked away.

"Wow you know everyone!" he remarked when his brain started functioning again and you laughed. "Yeah I can't even deny it! The girls claim I'm a natural social butterfly and I think they're right. I just love people and start conversations with everyone around me. That's how I become friends with so many people". Kai nodded "wow I can't even imagine that, I'm not the most outgoing person". "Nonsense! You were so friendly when I met you at the bar!" you said and Kai shrugged "yeah but I had the guys with me. I can be quiet on my own". "Well good things you'll always have people with you huh?" you asked and Kai hoped you were insinuating you'd be around him more. "Plus it's nice to be a little introverted, I can be like that too. When I get home I just like to hide in my room for a few hours and be alone. You can't always be on the go and it's nice to do nothing sometimes". Kai was so relieved you said that and nodded along enthusiastically "I couldn't agree more".

Your lunch break just flew by and before you knew it, you had to head back to work. "You know, you're a very nice person to be around" you said as Kai walked you to your building and he blinked "I am?". You nodded "you're simultaneously chill and warm. As in you're very calming but also nice. It's a nice mix". Kai smiled "nobody's ever told me that before but I'm glad you feel that way". "So would you like to meet again?" you asked "maybe spend more time together on a date or something?". Kai's eyes widened and he nodded vigorously as his mouth seemed unable to catch up with his brain. "Yes I'd love that!" he finally said and you laughed "great! Text me?" and Kai nodded "definitely". With a cute laugh, you waved to him and disappeared into your building. Kai let out a large cheer and then covered his mouth, worried you might've heard him. You did but thought it was funny.

When you got back to work you walked inside with a bounce in your step and Bahiyyih looked at you. "You're in a good mood" Dayeon said and you smiled "I had a good break" and that was all you said about your cafe date but it was enough. Bahiyyih heard you had an official date with Kai the next week and was nervous all over again. She just had to hope you'd keep your promise.

Kai was very surprised when you said you wanted to go to a museum for your first official date. From your personality he expected you'd want to go to some bar or loud party but you explained they'd added a few new exhibits since you'd last been and that you liked the environment. So pleasantly surprised, Kai met you outside on a crisp autumn morning. He spotted you coming as soon as you came around the corner but pretended to be on his phone so as to not seem too eager (even though he was). You called his name and came right over to him confidently. "Hey it's good to see you" you smiled going in for a hug and Kai hugged you back. "You too! I always loved museums but haven't been to this one so in excited". You smiled "then let's not keep you in suspense any longer!" and led him inside.

Kai remembered Yeonjun saying ages ago that with social events, it's not where you go but who you go with that makes it enjoyable and Kai had thought he was wrong...until you proved him otherwise. You made going to a museum such an exciting enjoyable thing and Kai wasn't even sure how! You were just so funny and charismatic. You knew exactly when to crack and joke and also when to be quieter and he loved it. You laughed a lot and Kai liked that. You weren't too serious and seemed to just go with the flow. He could see how you'd got chosen for the group and everyone who came into contact with you seemed charmed by you. He felt lucky to be out on a date with you and whenever you smiled at him his stomach did backflips.

You went to dinner together afterwards and Kai got to ask you more about your life and he found you fascinating. You'd done so much and seemed to throw yourself into any situation with determination and optimism. You'd become a kpop idol by chance. You auditioned for the group purely because your friend dared you to and you actually got called back to the next stage! You hadn't prepared any song and just sang your favourite one. When they asked why you wanted to become an idol you were honest and said you hadn't planned to come today but it looked fun. Kai had personally planned for ages for his audition and loved the idea of you just showing up randomly and killing it. He found your confidence so attractive and honestly thought everything about you was hot. You stayed talking for 2 hours before Kai had to leave to go to a fitting and he must've been very obvious in not wanting to leave because you asked him out for a second date right there and then. Kai of course said yes.

Bahiyyih of course remembered the day of your date and when you came into work the next day she was eyeing you trying to work out how it had been. Finally, Hikaru asked how everyone's day off had been and Bahiyyih leaned in expectantly. "It was good" you smiled "I had my date with Kai and I won't talk about it too much Bahiyyih don't worry but it went well". The girls all began to cheer but didn't get much out of you which was typical. The one-time Bahiyyih wanted you to talk about her brother you didn't. You did say you had a second date next week though so she knew it had gotten off to a good start.

2 weeks later TxT were at an event. Kai was calmly watching the different idols file into the party when Beomgyu hit him. "Hey Kai it's your girlfriend" Beomgyu cried and Kai's hand reached out and slapped him. "Shhhh we've only been on 2 dates!" he cried and Beomgyu gasped "I was joking she's not even here". "Oh that's okay then" Kai said and Beomgyu glared "for you!" massaging his arm. "You did provoke him" Yeonjun said and Taehyun nodded.

You actually did enter the party a few minutes later and Kai's breath caught but you didn't spot him straightaway. You were chatting with a few guys from Ateez and his expression must've given away his thoughts because Yeonjun laughed. "Don't worry she's just friends with Wooyoung and Jongho". Kai smiled and tried to laugh it off "what? Who is? Oh you mean Y/n?" before realising it wasn't working. "You think?" he asked and Yeonjun nodded "yeah Wooyoung's mentioned her before, plus she's friends with tons of guys so no reason to think she's interested in them in particular!". Yeonjun realised that might not have helped the situation when he saw Kai's face. "What Yeonjun means is she's just a social person, hanging out with someone doesn't have to mean anything" Taehyun explained. "Then does she just think I'm another friend?" Kai asked feeling like an idiot.

The guys all rushed to assure him that wasn't the case but Beomgyu (still feeling a bit pouty about his sore arm) figured the best way to get rid of Kai's doubts was to get you in front of him. As you came nearer their group he turned and called "oh hey Y/n!" loudly making you look over at them. Kai went pink as you looked at him and smiled. You said something to Ateez and they nodded as you left them and came over.

"Hey Beomgyu! Any reason you shouted my name out like that?" you called out. "I'm just so happy to see you!" he said and you smiled "hmmm so It was because you were trying to make Kai blush or anything right? Because that's not nice and I'm sure you wouldn't like it if someone did it to you". "Nobody can make me blush sweetie" Beomgyu replied and you smiled "really?" and stepped closer. "What are you doing?" Beomgyu asked but you cut him off, putting your arms around his neck. "Wow you're really good looking Beomgyu. You're the perfect balance between beauty and masculinity. You've got a great body and your arms look amazing. Your skin is just flawless, your eyes sparkle so much and your lips...." you trailed off looking at them and biting your own before smiling "they just look delicious, can I have a taste?". Beomgyu went bright red and began stuttering while the guys busied themselves laughing except for Kai who was stunned, turned on and a little jealous all at once. Luckily though you turned away from Beomgyu quickly and looked at Kai "Hey, want to get a drink?". He nodded "sure!" and you led him away linking your arm through his.

You stayed together for the rest of the night and Kai was really pleased you wanted to spend time with him so publically. You weren't joined at the hip, both his members, yours and a bunch of idols you knew fluttered in but you never went far from him and carried on chatting to him all night. He liked being around you and although he was growing more and more comfortable with you that excited feeling never went away which made him happy.

You asked Kai if he wanted to grab some air with you about 3 hours in and he happily stepped outside with you. The two of you found a bench and sat down together. "I can't believe haven't told you this but you look really beautiful" Kai said and you smiled "thanks I like outfits like this" you said looking down at your beautiful trousers "they make me feel powerful without worrying about my ass hanging out like I do with stage outfits". Kai paused "yeah I would definitely hate for that to happen to me on stage" and you laughed. "You look really nice tonight too" you said "but now I can get the image of you in a miniskirt out of my head". "Hey I'd pull it off! I have nice legs" Kai said and he went to move his leg onto the bench when you stopped him with a hand on his arm. You smiled "I believe you, you don't have to prove it. You seem to have nice everything" and you gave him a once over "nice eyes, nice smile, nice hair" you said "nice lips". You looked up at him as you said that and Kai got your meaning and leaned down to kiss you.

The second you kissed him back Kai knew for sure you did like him and he was on top of the world! This beautiful girl wanted him and he sure wanted you. It was of course your first kiss as a couple and Kai loved how natural it felt. Thinking back, he couldn't believe he'd been the one to move first. Sure you'd pretty much set it up for him to follow but he was still impressed he had that confidence. It was pretty simple though, he kissed you because he wanted to and there had been nothing else on his mind at that moment.

It was a good kiss too. Kai had figured with you he might be a little out of his depth but he wasn't. You seemed more experienced than him but he kept up well, fuelled by his feelings for you and when you both pulled back he wasn't the only one flushed.

"That was nice...really nice" you smiled and Kai agreed. He wanted to keep kissing you but you rested your head against his shoulder and he really just wanted to make you happy so wrapped an arm around you and relaxed. It was the best night of his life!

The guys could all tell something had happened because Kai was beaming and in an excellent mood the rest of the night. He laughed at all of Beomgyu's jokes and was singing softly to himself in the car on the way home. "What did Y/n say to make you so lovesick?" Taehyun finally asked and Kai blushed "she didn't say anything we just kissed". "You kissed!" Yeonjun yelled nearly giving Soobin a heart attack. "Yeah we had our first kiss...no big deal" Kai said but the huge grin on his face showed it was. All the guys were thrilled because Kai had never dated before and he seemed really happy! His smile was so genuine and joyous that the guys decided then and there that they liked you. Anyone who made their maknae smile this much had to be good news.

After your kiss, you knew you and Kai were something and figured you should update Bahiyyih. You were sure Kai wouldn't tell her about the kiss but didn't want it to come up randomly and blindsight her. So you explained you'd kissed Kai and were seeing him again next week. Bahiyyih nodded "I figured when he came back inside looking like it was the Christmas he got a piano, so do you like him?". You nodded "of course! I wouldn't kiss him if I didn't". Bahiyyih nodded "and so what are you? Are you dating or just casual". "Just casual at the moment" you shrugged "it's so new, we haven't really discussed it". "Are you seeing any other guys?" Bahiyyih asked and you laughed "what is this 21 questions?". Bahiyyih sighed "I don't mean to be nosey but if you are seeing other guys just make that clear to Kai". You frowned "I think you're underestimating your brother. He's not a child". Bahiyyih nodded "I know he's not but I just don't think there should be any miscommunication. You can't do anything wrong if you were honest". "Well I'm not planning on sleeping with any guys between now and next week" you replied back feeling a little annoyed at Bahiyyih acting like you were guilty of something. She took in your cold tone and nodded leaving the room. Suddenly teasing Bahiyyih was becoming the least fun thing about this.

If it was obvious Kai liked you before the kiss, after the kiss he was just downright embarrassing. He'd literally stop walking when he saw you and even did this on stage. He couldn't resist smiling when he spotted you and Soobin had to keep nudging his foot with his own to stop him. Kai could talk about you for ages and Taehyun had to ask him to stop many times so he could go to sleep. So seeing as Kai was falling headfirst the guys decided they should meet you properly, just to make sure you were into Kai too and he wasn't being taken advantage of. Kai was THRILLED with the idea of inviting you around for dinner and you agreed happily. You liked being around people and TxT seemed so fun so you were so up for it. Plus you were craving time with Kai more and more so it was a win-win.

Kai drove over to yours despite you telling him you could drive yourself. He said he wanted to make sure you got here okay but really he just wanted to get some time with you before the boys steamrolled everything and he warned you a little bit about that. "So Yeonjun will be all over you but not physically" Kai said, blushing slightly "just Yeonjun loves people and they love him so you'll find him really easy to talk to. Beomgyu is an ambivert but he seems to really like you so he'll probably flirt with you and want your attention" Kai said "Soobin is introverted but the leader so he'll be all welcoming and make sure you're okay, you have enough drinks stuff like that. Then there's Taehyun who seems quiet but is actually extroverted and you really see that around us so I think you'll see a different side that you're used to".

You nodded "wow this is all so useful thank you! You know your members super well huh?". Kai nodded "yeah, we've been together a while and I tend to be the observer so I notice things". You smiled "that's true but I have seen some videos where you go chaotic Kai" you said "I love when you tease your hyungs". Kai paused "wait you watched some of our videos?". You smiled "of course! I mean I'd seen all your music videos but I also wanted to see what idol Kai was like and you're very funny" you said shooting him a glance. Kai's cheeks went full pink and he laughed a goofy happy laugh before blushing. "I also love your dolphin scream" you said and Kai burst out laughing making you laugh too. "I don't do it on purpose!" he cried and you smiled "I know that's what makes it so good! You're effortlessly great Kai" and he grinned. A compliment from you always made him smile.

Everything went down exactly as Kai said it would. Soobin greeted you at the door and was playing the role of attentive hostess when Yeonjun appeared and barreled over him. Yeonjun was charismatic and quickly established a connection with you based on mutual interests. Taehyun and Beomgyu entered next and while Taehyun gave you a polite nod and smile Beomgyu came right over to you and started flirting. As the night continued, you spoke to Taehyun more and discovered he was really cool! He also had a big presence despite being the smallest and you instinctively liked him too.

You were talking to Yeonjun and Soobin and smiled as Soobin asked if you wanted anything from the kitchen and Yeonjun complimented your shoes. "What?" Yeonjun asked and you shook your head "nothing just before I got here Kai gave me a rundown on how you'd all act and he was totally right. Everything you guys have done is exactly what he said". Yeonjun laughed "wait what did he say?" and you explained. "I am great with people" Yeonjun smiled and Soobin nodded "I am a good host" and you smiled at their happy expressions.

"It's just so sweet Kai notices this about everyone. He's so sweet and kind" you said watching him across the room with Taehyun, making Soobin and Yeonjun smile. "Yeah he is" Soobin nodded "and you've definitely caught his attention which for a person who observes everything is impressive". "It is?" you asked and Yeonjun nodded "totally! Like you said Kai notices everything so the fact he's into you shows he's only seen good things which means you're either a wonderful person or a cunning mastermind" he said frowning as he sized you up. You hit his arm "obviously it's the first one" and Yeonjun smiled "yeah of course...it's just you think he's sweet for noticing us. You should see how sweet he is around you". "Really?" you asked and Yeonjun went to jump into it when Soobin elbowed him and shook his head. Yeonjun did big eyes and some mental conversation between them was had. You got the gist Yeonjun could speak but not say too much so he turned to you. "We don't want to give anything away but he's basically a puppy in adoration with you" Yeonjun said and Soobin hit him "dude!" but it was okay. You found it sweet and were very very pleased. You had noticed some things in how Kai acted around you in particular but weren't sure how much you were reading into things, so to hear his members confirm things was reassuring of Kai's feelings.

You hadn't meant to find a sweet boyfriend going into this but life had thrown you some good luck...so it was only just that there was some bad luck on the horizon too.

I hope you had a nice relaxing Christmas!

This will be a two-part series and part two is out now!

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (part one)

Words: 4.3K

Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader, slight Dalton Greyjoy x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI Cheating, caught cheating, swearing, underage drinking, eventual smut. this is my ‘rom com’ fic so please expect rom com level corniness.

Note: This is probably gonna run for about 4 or 5 parts depending on how I lay it out but I’m so excited to share it with you. Also aegon isn’t show canon aegon obviously, I’m just very in love with tgc I pulled it from another random idea I had wrote out months ago with no plot line and made it into this. I hope y’all enjoy it.

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seventeen

The summer you turned seventeen had seemed never ending while you had been living it. The hot nights were spent next to your best friend, sneaking out to parties, stealing bottles from Aegon’s fathers liquor cabinet, and climbing out of bedroom windows to stargaze and ponder what the future would hold for you both. It wasn’t until that fateful August night – the night of his older sister's wedding – when you both had exhausted the dance floor and small talk with distant family members and friends, that you felt in the air that it was coming to an end.

You were sitting at your assigned table, music from the reception blaring as you finally discarded the sandals that had been hurting your feet all night, when you felt fingers brush your shoulder, grabbing your attention. You snapped your attention to the culprit, none other than Aegon Targaryen moseying past you, a bottle of Casterly Rock red wine tucked discreetly behind his back as he beckoned you to follow. You gave him a lopsided grin, jumping from your seat to grab on to his arm as you both made a break for the exit. 

“Did they just let you take that?” you exclaimed, the excitement of getting caught jumping in your chest.

“I snuck in the kitchens while no one was paying attention,” he explained, arm linked with yours as he led you to a patch of soft grass outside the gardens of the Red Keep. 

“And no one saw?” you raised an eyebrow at him, stifling a giggle as you both found your place on the ground next to each other. 

“Don’t act so surprised, I can be sneaky,” he furrowed his brow, feigning offense. “Like a ninja.”

An earnest laugh bubbled in your chest as you took the bottle from him, making quick work of breaking the seal and attempting to remove the cork. “Of course, because the first thing I think of when I look at you is ninja.” 

“Let me,” he snatched it back, rolling his eyes as you struggled. He winced as he tugged at the cork with all his might, letting out a breath of relief at the satisfying ‘pop’ as he finally freed it. “I’ve never had wine before. My mum drinks it all the time, though.” He admitted, passing it back to you.

“Alicent is a woman of taste. This isn’t just wine, Aeg,” you said, mimicking a dramatic posh accent as you lifted the bottle to your nose to breathe in the bitter, fruity scent. “It’s very fancy, expensive wine for very fancy, expensive people.”

Aegon chuckled, eyeing her as she sized up the thick, deep red liquid.. “Well tonight, we are very fancy people, so bottoms up, mate.”

You took a deep breath, raising the bottle to your lips and grimacing as the liquid reached your taste buds. Coughing at the flavor, you reluctantly swallowed the large swig you’d taken down, gagging in disgust as you handed the bottle back to Aegon who was already in stitches. 

“Don't laugh!” you whined, only slightly embarrassed as you laid back in the grass. “It’s disgusting! I thought it was supposed to be good, your mum is mad if she drinks that all the time.” 

“What happened to her being a woman of taste?” he took a big swig, handling it with much more grace than you had but expression still twisting with distaste as he spun the bottle to read the label. “Yeah, that's rank.” 

“I told you.”

“Maybe we’re drinking it wrong,” he took another drink before setting it down and laying back with you, bringing his arm to rest under his head. 

You rolled your eyes half heartedly. “How can you even drink something wrong?” you poked, fingers weaving through the blades of grass between the two of you.

“I dunno, maybe we’re not fancy or expensive enough,” he teased, his hand falling from his stomach to scoop yours up, fiddling with it as you both admired the clear sky above you, the smell of fall air just lingering in the distance like smoke.

You giggled sweetly. “Yeah, that’s it,” he hummed at your response. “I’ll stick with my good ol’ Vodka Cran’s, thank you very much.”

He groaned in mock annoyance. “You and those Vodka Cran’s.”

You pointed your joined hand at the bottle sitting unevenly in the grass. “They taste better than that, I’ll tell you what.” 

He shrugged, smirking lightly at your defensiveness. “Cheaper too, I suppose.”

“Right,” you teased.

“Right,” Aegon squeezed your fingers as you two fell into a comfortable silence, the boisterous sounds of Rhaenyra and Harwin’s reception muffled by the distance and the chirping of nearby crickets were the only noise filling the air.

“I can’t believe Breakbones really cried when Nyra came down the aisle,” Aegon mused softly, breaking the pause. “I can,” you shook your head fondly at the memory of earlier today, as his fell to the side to look at you as you spoke. “He’s all big and tough on the outside, but on the inside the man is nothing but a softy, I swear it.” 

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” Aegon pondered, studying your vague expression, brows furrowing as he tried to decipher what you were thinking. “What?” He pressed as you didn’t answer straight away, lost in thought.

You snapped out of whatever trance the question put you in, finally meeting his gaze. “Um,” your eyes averted, blowing raspberries through your lips as you thought. “I dunno. I hope so.”

“What do you mean you ‘hope so?’”

You shrugged shyly in what felt like defeat. “I mean I want to someday, it’s just,” you paused, feeling a bit silly about what you were about to admit. “Seeing your sister and Harwin today, like they really love each other.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, still confused at where you were going with this.

“I just have a hard time believing anyone will ever love me that much,” you huffed, and his face softened. “Like I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be with me like that. I just don’t see it ever happening for me.”

Aegon shook his head in disagreement. “(Y/N), I’m saying this as kindly as I possibly can, but that’s complete bullshit,” you veered your attention back up to the stars, and hoped Aegon wouldn’t see your cheeks burning red. “You’re gorgeous, and like, the best person I know. There’s no way you’re gonna end up alone.” 

“You think?” you frowned, holding back the tears that we’re pricking at your eyes. 

“I know it,” he insisted. “Anyone who doesn’t see it is stupid.” 

“Thanks, Aeg,” you fell into another silence, this one less peaceful than the last. 

“I’ll marry you,” he muttered and nudged you then, causing you to chuckle.

“Would you now?” you rolled your eyes.

“I would!” he sat up slightly, shifting to his side and looking down on your jovial expression. “What? Do you think I wouldn’t be a good husband?”

You burst into playful laughter, softly hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “No, I’m sure you’d be a brilliant husband,” you jested, sarcasm evident in your town.

“I’m serious,” he raised his eyebrows at her, his bemused smile outing him entirely.

You put up your hands defensively. “I’m sure you are.”

“I think we’d be a great married couple,” he offered, rattling off the next few things that came to mind. “We already spend every day together, and they always say you should marry your best friend. Our wedding should be half as big as this one, though. It’s more intimate that way. With more dancing and better booze.” 

You beamed at him in awe. “You’ve just got a pros and cons list, have you?”

“It’s been a very tough decision, but everyone else is insufferable so I might as well marry the one person who isn’t,” he affirmed, very matter-of-factly.

“And you’re so sure that I would want to marry you?” 

His eyes fluttered over your face in admiration, your fingers still intertwined between you as he toyed with them thoughtfully. The action made your breath catch in your throat as you suddenly took note of how close you actually were.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Aegon rasped, mulling something over in his head a moment, thinking it through before putting it fully out there. “If we’re both not married or in a serious relationship when we’re twenty-seven, we’ll marry each other.”

“Ten years from now?” your eyes widened. 

Aegon smirked. “Yes seventeen plus ten is twenty-seven,” he chaffed, causing you to smack him on the chest again.

“Thirty,” you wagered. 

He shook his head softly. “Twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-eight?” you raised an eyebrow, he pursed his lips as he pondered your bargain.

“Twenty-seven and a half,” he detangled your fingers to offer out his pinky, you eyed it a moment before interlocking it with yours.

“Deal,” you whispered breathlessly. “Stamp it.” You twisted your hand to press your thumbs together. 

“Uh-oh,” he grinned. “That’s legally binding now.” 

“Uh-oh,” you busted out in a genuine laugh then, throwing your head back as he joined in with you, lying back down on the ground next to you and wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you into his chest. “I better make quick work of finding a husband if I want to get rid of you.”

“Silly girl,” he dropped a chaste kiss to the top of your head as you both drank in the night sky and the sweet dwindling of summer warmth. “You’ll never be rid of me.”

twenty-six

The second you had woken up that morning, you knew it was going to be a strange day. Strange was one way to put it. It had been the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had noticed while only half awake that morning, that hadn’t gone away no matter what you did. You weren't hungry, nor did you feel sick like you were going to spill the contents of your guts at any sudden moment, it was just that ever present sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that followed you the whole day.

That sinking feeling, combined with the staleness in the air at The Golden Stag – the pub where you worked – and the King’s Landing summer heat swallowing you whole was what you thought really did you in. There you were, hunched over the cash register taking deep breaths. Her back was turned from the mild crowd, one hand gripping the POS monitor and the other twisted in a fistful of hair to keep it off your shoulders.

Gods, a shower would fix most of my problems right now, you thought, the thin layer of sweat covering you was only making things worse. You were almost so wrapped up in trying to will your ailments away with your mind that you didn’t notice your shift leader, Cassandra Baratheon, approaching from behind to use the register you were currently hogging. 

As if on cue, you finally felt her presence, jolting from your spot to lean on the bar next to the register. “Sorry, did you need this?” you mumble as you do.

Cass cocks an eyebrow at you, “No worries,” she says as she begins punching in an order, her warm green eyes only leaving you to check the screen.  “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You don't look so good, lovey.” 

“I’m probably fine,” you brush her off. “I’ve just been feeling a little off all day.”

Cassandra doesn't seem convinced. She looks over her shoulder, scanning around the room before bringing her attention back to you as you picked up a plastic laminated menu and began fanning your glistening chest with it. “Y’know we’re pretty dead,” she reasons. “If you wanna head out, no one would be mad.”

“What if it picks up?” you try, not wanting to sound too eager to bail so early in the night. Cassandra lifts up her wrist, her watch screen illuminating her face as she does.

“It’s almost one, love. I’m sure if we were gonna pick up we would’ve by now,” she pinched your elbow playfully. Gods bless this angel of a woman.

“I’m sure we’ll survive two more hours without you.”

You sent her a grateful look. “I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Cass rolls her eyes playfully at this, “Yeah, yeah. Just get out of my bar and go home,” she grins as she says it. “Make that himbo boyfriend of yours take care of you, I want you better by 6 tomorrow, missy.”

“Dalton? Coming anywhere near me while I’m sick?” you scoffed in spite of yourself as you collected your purse and keys, imagining it. “I highly doubt that will ever happen.”

“Jerk,” she frowned. “Tell him I said hi anyway, and be safe going home, would ya?.” 

“I will,” you called over your shoulder, shuffling out to the street and starting the five block trek back home. You had met Dalton Greyjoy at work, a couple months after you and Aegon had first moved into the city after university four years ago. He was a regular at the Stag, and hit on you relentlessly for weeks until you finally took him up on his offer to let him take you on a date. Everything fell into routine after that first date, two months later you were official, and eight months after that you were moving out of yours and your best friends shared flat and into Dalton’s one bedroom down the street from your work.

Though it was a complete change of pace from having spent nearly everyday together since you’d met, Aegon didn’t mind. Sure, he wasn’t Dalton Greyjoy’s biggest fan but, he wanted you to be happy, and you seemed happy enough. It wasn’t like he particularly needed you to help with rent. He would have used his trust fund for the both of you to live there if you had allowed it, but you weren’t one to take handouts even from him. So your nightly chats under the starlit Westerosi sky turned to weekly chats and sometimes took place over the phone after a long weekend shift. And your days spent always together became midday coffee runs a few times a week, and tipsy visits while you were bartending with whoever he was seeing this month. 

The newest one was called Sara, who despite her passive aggressive jealousy whenever you were around each other, seemed good for him. You didn’t know if this one would last, as they often didn’t, but had hoped regardless for Aegon’s sake.

The walk home had not been as bad as you had set it up to be, it was the rickety elevator in your building stamped with a neon yellow ‘out of order’ sign that was the real bitch. On any other night, the five flights up would be nothing, annoying at most, but now you were considering making a new home for yourself on the second floor landing. You paused as you made it to the third floor finally, bracing yourself against the wall as your chest heaved to give yourself a break. 

Gods, all you wanted was your bed and some peace and quiet, and it was so close, almost right in reach. “Come on, (Y/N).” You mumbled to yourself, forcing your legs to continue on. When you finally reached your door, you pressed your forehead to the hardwood, dropping your purse from your shoulder and fumbling around for your keys before your fingers grazed the familiar plastic souvenir keychain Aegon had got you on your summer trip to Dorne last year. You unlocked the door, before stepping inside and pressing your back to the door to shut it, taking several deep breaths. Your lungs were putting in overtime, as if you’d just run a marathon. 

As you finally steadied yourself, you moved to slide down the door to sit on the floor and finally remove your non-slip sneakers. As your fingers fumbled with the laces, you heard a muffled sound coming from your bedroom, almost as if your boyfriend had left the TV on in bed. “Babe?” You called out, ears perking to listen for a reply that didn't come. You furrowed your brow, eyes narrowing on an unfamiliar purse on the kitchen island in front of you.

Your breath caught as you halted the unlacing of your shoes and your gaze traveled to the ground next to you to find a pair of women's trainers that certainly weren’t yours. 

No. You thought sharply, that sinking feeling that had been plaguing you all day gathering as bile in the back of your throat. Absolutely not.

You stood slowly, not fully registering what you knew you would find on the other side of your bedroom door. Your steps were achingly slow as you approached, fingers reaching out to graze the door handle, your eyes falling shut as the muffled noises became clearer. You swallowed the dreadful acidic feeling and mustered all the courage you had in you to twist the knob and push open the door.

They didn’t notice you at first, Dalton and the pretty brunette underneath him that he was rutting into, the girl who was certainly not you. The bile rose again, as you finally were able to find your voice. “What the fuck is this?” You spat, nausea taking over as the girl gasped and your boyfriend halted his actions, cursing as he pulled out of her and covered himself.

“Shitshitshitshit,” he hissed, frantically scrambling to find his boxers. “Babe, this isn’t what it looks like.”

Don’t cry. 

“I’m gonna be sick,” you uttered, turning quickly on your heel to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach spilled out of you. You gripped the bowl tightly, hunching over and retching, as your body finally relieved itself of that nauseating, sinking feeling. You were left gasping for air when you were finally done, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)?” Dalton whispered, fingers barely reaching your shoulder before you smacked them away harshly.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed, using what was left of your energy to push yourself to your feet.

Don��t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Babe,” he rambled desperately, following her through the apartment as you hastily made your way to the closet. “I swear it’s not what it looks like. I don’t even really know her, it was just a one time thing.”

The girl, still tucked under your covers didn’t dare move or interject as you gathered any article of clothing in arms reach of you and stuffed it in an overnight back. “Oh, it was just a one time thing, was it?” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping like honey from your lips.

“Yes! I swear!”

“Fuck you, Dalton. Is that supposed to make a fucking difference?” you shoved past him, and back into the bathroom to gather all your toiletries and stuff them haphazardly into the bag.

“Please, (Y/N). Let me explain,” he was right on your tail, a pitiful look on his face that made you want to bury your fist into it. “Can’t we talk about this?”

You scoffed. “There’s nothing to explain, I understand perfectly what’s going on here.”

“What are you doing?” 

“Leaving.” you stated, matter-of-factly.

“Where?”

You barked out an insincere laugh. “I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business, Dalton.”

His expression changed then, to something almost angry at the flip of a switch as you brushed past him to the door. “Oh, I don’t even have to ask, do I?” “I’d prefer if you didn’t, you fucking asshole,” you grabbed your spare pair of shoes by the door, making it the last thing you grabbed in your rage. “Besides, I don’t think you have any room to be patronizing me about Aegon when you were just fucking someone in our bed!” Your hand grabbed hold of the doorknob. “Fine, leave then,” Dalton threw his hands up dramatically. “Run home to your little boyfriend.” 

Your head snapped, over your shoulder, stricken with disbelief as you shook your head. You wanted to say something clever, something just outright mean, something that would really hit him where it hurt. You wanted to be brave and put him right in his place, but no words came to you. You just stood there in the doorway, frozen in place, and utterly dumbfounded. 

When you finally came to, you simply turned back to the door, opening it swiftly and slamming it shut behind you, stumbling down the five flights and into the street.

You finally let the tears fall then, a strangled sob erupting from deep within you as hot tears flowed freely and mascara ran down your cheeks. You took off walking through the city without a second thought – a babbling, crying, mess – to the only other place you wanted to be.

The sharp chime of the doorbell rang through Aegon’s townhouse a little after two, followed by a pounding on his door. He groaned, curling deeper into his covers in annoyance. “I don’t wanna,” he whined, hoping the assailant would get the picture and leave. It was to no avail though, the bell rang twice more, followed by that same hastened pounding. 

He practically growled as he gave in, throwing the covers harshly off of him, making his way to the door. “Alright, I’m coming!” Aegon shouted frustratedly, not bothering to check the peephole to see who was waking him at this hour as he unlocked the door and flung it open. “Seven Hells, what?” 

Aegon’s temper diffused at the sight in front of him. You stood pitifully before him, hands full, hair disheveled, eyes rung red and mascara running down your swollen cheeks from crying. “(Y/N)?” he pulled you through the door frame without a second thought, tense worry painted over his face. He shut the door behind you and helped to drop your bags to the floor. “What on earth is wrong, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you hiccupped as he took your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears that flowed freely. “I didn’t know where else to go, Dalton, he–” 

Aegon’s jaw clenched when you couldn’t bring yourself to finish. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head frantically. “He didn’t touch me.” 

“What did he do?” Aegon tried to remain calm at the state of you. 

You sniffled, bringing your fingers to wrap around his wrists. “I walked in on him with another girl in our bed,” you sobbed, breaking Aegon’s heart as he pulled you into his chest.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he stroked the back of your head and rubbed circles into your back to comfort you as you wept. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered over and over.

“I was sick all day, and they sent me home from work early,” you lifted your head from his chest to look up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I just came straight here.” 

“It’s okay, I’m glad you did. Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” he brushed away the hair stuck to your damp cheeks, taking your hand and grabbing your overnight bag as he gently led you to the bathroom. “Before I drive over there and kill him myself.” 

Aegon wet a washcloth under cold water, handing it over to you to clean your face off. You accepted it gratefully, the cool sensation washing over you as you ran the rag over your face and neck. His lips dropped to your hairline, his hand coming to rub your arm softly. “I’ll grab you a sleep shirt.”

“Thank you,” you muttered hoarsely as he disappeared into the hall. You dug through your bag and the random things you remembered to grab during the fight. Aegon returned after you had nearly finished brushing your teeth, dark green t-shirt in hand. 

He handed it over, leaning against the sink as you rinsed out your mouth. “I haven't touched your room in ages,” he admitted carefully. “Not since you left.” 

Three years. Aegon hadn’t done anything with your room for three years.

“It’s empty then?”

“You took your bed when you left.” 

You nodded thoughtfully, eyes glued to his chest. “I can take the couch and figure things out tomorrow.” 

He shook his head softly. “No need, you can just sleep with me.” “Aegon,” you started. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask,” he shrugged. “And neither am I, come lay down with me. You need some rest and we’ll talk about everything in the morning. It’ll be a slumber party, like old times.”

“I’m not feeling very party right now, Aeg,” you chuckled humorlessly, looking over his facial features cautiously. “And coming from personal experience, I’m sure Sara wouldn’t be pleased to find me snuggled up to her boyfriend.”

If you call what you walked in on ‘snuggling.’

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not her boyfriend anymore then.”

Your eyes widened at his admission. “Aeg, why didn’t you tell me?” you moved to wrap your arms around him in comfort.

“It just happened last night,” he pulled you away to look you in the eye. “It’s alright. We’ll talk about it in the morning though.”

“Aegon—“ You protested as he pulled you carefully by the wrist towards his bedroom.

“In the morning,” he hushed you, straightening out the pillows and blankets that were splayed across his mattress to make room for you next to him as you changed into the shirt in his walk in closet.

When you emerged, clad in only his oversized ‘Hightower Family Reunion’ shirt, Aegon was already nestling under the covers. He gave you a sweet smile when he saw you, throwing them open to beckoning you in. You crawled into the spot beside his, the tension in your shoulders dissolving on the cloud he called a mattress. A sigh of relief slipped from your tear swollen lips, Aegon’s fingers found their home in yours between the two of you and he squeezed them three times, lulling you into relaxation.

You hummed softly, your eyes fluttering closed. The warmth of his bed and the smell of his cologne wrapping around you like a tender hug. “Goodnight, Aegon,” you mumbled sleepily, sinking deeper into the sheets.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he whispered, fingers drawing soothing circled into your palm. “I’ll see you when the sun is shining.”

next part

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hello lovely ☺️ how scandelous would it be to ask for perhaps a sneak peak of the next chapter?

👉👈 perhaps a lil snippet? A crumb? 🥹🥺🫣🙌

*clutches pearls* oh my…oh dear…i’ve never been asked this before 😳 this is a first for me.

am i allowed to do this?? why does it feel illegal lmao 🫨

i mean you did ask very nicely & i am dying to show the next chapter to yall & i am indeed a strong independent woman who can do whatever the hell she wants so…here you go?? i guess??

disclaimer: it took me a very hot minute to decide which part to do & i haven’t edited / beta read anything yet so it might change a bit once i post the full chapter…also hopefully this scene makes some kind of sense to you out of context. double also this will be the ONLY part i share bc i don’t wanna spoil the whole thing 😤 but i hope you like 🤭🩵

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“So…” Spider-Man said, voice low but playful. “Come here often, hot stuff?”

Despite his best efforts, Johnny busted into a laugh, shaking his head from side to side. “Shut up, you loser,” he giggled.

“Wait, wait, I can do better than that. Somebody call the fire department, ‘cuz this guy is smokin’.”

“Is this you attempting to flirt with me? Corny pickup lines and cheesy one-liners? You really think that’s the key to my refined and sophisticated heart?”

“Well? Is it working?” Spidey asked in whisper, the words curling upwards just like the goofy smile Johnny knew he had on behind his mask. The Human Torch rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled fondly. The two of them kept their faces and bodies angled forward as they spoke, daring not to show any physical displays of affection with so many eyes on them.

“Pretty lousy atmosphere for a first date, if you ask me,” Spidey continued, quiet and coltish. “Some orchids or candles would’ve been nice.”

“You want to count this as our first date?” Johnny whispered back. “I was planning to take you somewhere with much better ambiance and way fewer older sisters around. Maybe rent a gondola and a string quartet or something. But if you’d like, we can always save that for date number two.”

Spider-Man shrugged. “Either way. Your idea does sound a lot more romantic than the humiliation ritual we’re about to be subjected to...”

Johnny ventured a look at the rows of heroes sitting in the arena’s viewing room and grimaced. “Especially with my teammates watching,” he said gravely. His gaze swiveled to his feet, and he swallowed. “I am so not good at this ‘keeping secrets’ thing, Webs. I really like you, and am obviously terrible at hiding it.” His hands knotted into fists at his sides. “So if you’re set on keeping this thing on the down low, we’ve really gotta sell the whole ‘platonic super bros’ shtick. We can’t do anything that even suggests that we like each other like that. Not with them watching us like fish in a bowl.”

Spidey faced him then, head drooping a bit. “I’m sorry I’m making you lie to your teammates,” he murmured. “I know firsthand how complicated it can get.”

“It’s all right. I lie to them about all kinds of stuff all the time.” Johnny smiled apologetically. “I just wish I was better at it.”

Spider-Man scratched the back of his neck. “Lucky for us, we’ll probably be too busy getting blasted by drones or pummeled by robotic thugs to do anything remotely romantic-y looking while we’re in here.”

Johnny elbowed him in the side. “Well, double lucky for us: we’ve done this exact drill in real life already, and won. I can’t imagine fake thugs or drones being any harder to beat than those insane kidnappers we fought.” Mischief tugged at the corners of his lips as he tucked his hands politely behind his back, raising his chin and tracing his gaze along the outline of Spidey’s throat. “And after we win this,” Johnny added, “I’m gonna drag you somewhere no one will bother us and spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on your neck until it’s all one big hickey. Sound good?”

A noise sputtered out of the masked hero that sounded like a cross between a cough and a squeak. Johnny clapped him triumphantly on the back as he strolled forward, whispering in his ear as he close as he dared as he passed by. “Best leave the flirting to the professionals, bug boy.”

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TA-DA!! this feels so wrong but i hope it gives you a fun little taste of what’s to come heeheeHEEEE

[mayomaggot]

Every Single Class of 09’; Flipside Message

Feet Ending

Title: Greetings my queen

From: 703-425-2981

Message:

hewwo dere i saw your FM wisting and wanted to see if I could come to your house to be stepped on by your cute little piggies. My parents named me Frederick but you can call me Freddy Footins! I am 34 years young and have been with the FeetMeet community for about 5 years now. Someone on the forums snapped a pic of your feet without your permission and I pleasured myself to it roughly 9 times.\nWith that icebreaker out of the way, i have saved up about 300 dollars with my SSI checks and would like to hire your services. Unsure if you do any of the more erotic foot sessions but just in case let me list you some more of my fetishes: feet, choking, food play, facesitting, Mommy incest, sister incest, twincest, simulated kidnapping, women wearing the Taco Bell uniform, you pretending to be Mexican but then saying you are white after I point out how hot it is that you are Mexican, covering my rent this month, that last one wasnt a kink but would be pretty cool if you did that. Also I am not a rapist by definition (looked it up) so no need to google anything about me. P.S. havent seen your face yet but if you look roughly 12 i am SO going to try moving out of my parents house down the line one day maybe to date you!

OD Ending

Title: right number?

From: 703-960-1431

Message:

Hi I'm not sure if I have the right person but this is Jeffery's mother. Was just texting to thank you for finding his body and alerting the authorities when you did. Unfortunately they were too late but you can't blame yourself for that. A part of me is devastated but another part of me is relieved, which is horrible to say... Jeffery has never quite fit in with the other children, never had the best grades, and maybe this was the only avenue for him sadly enough. Every day I wondered in the back of my head if I had failed as a mother by raising someone so awkward. By middle school I eventually gave up on him to compartmentalize my insecurities as a parent, letting him play with toys and masturbate to what I assume is animated pornography that I found on his computer. I was worried he would be hopelessly going through adulthood so this might have been the best outcome for him. He would tell me he was going to work on video games for a job when he was an adult, then it was comic books, then it was making YouTube reviews of action figures. All these things he said he wanted to do and never pursued... my fear was he just wanted to be a child playing with toys forever. My son's suicide is bittersweet, on one hand he is gone but on the other he realized himself that life wouldn't work out and ended things before they got worse. I KNEW there was a smart boy somewhere inside of Jeffery. I also know we have never spoken before but I needed to tell someone who would not have any pre-conceived notions about my pain...and can understand my blunt honesty now.When Jeffery was alive I was insecure. Now that he's gone I can feel free.

Slave Ending

Title: right number?

From: 202-347-4800

Message:

Heyo this George W Bush from the America White House! Not sure if those lesser camel jockeys let you have a phone as a slave but I personally wanted to let you know that Obama has sent a presidential pardon message to the Taliban to let you out. The Taliban ignores most of my messages and will make a grainy VHS tape telling me MacDonalds is the anti-christ or buddha or whatever the hell brown people worship but you get the idea. American girls like you have a bright future and we need to perserve that in ensuring all men are created equal in this race for equal opportunity.

P.S. Kanye was right ;)

Car Crash Ending

Title: can you cover

From: 703-960-1431

Message:

This is Ron Stumpford of Dominos Fairfax texting about the tragic passing of Ari. Now that shes dead we dont really have anyone to do deliveries on NFL Thursdays anymore so can you cover for her? We dont care that you killed her drunk driving we just gotta move orders here. Between you and me I am glad you killed her cause I asked her out on a date and she made up some fake excuse that she was gay FUCK THAT BITCH! But please come down and cover for her because the selfish bitch was too inconsiderate to have someone cover for her in the event she died on the job. I told her parents that and they made it out like IM the bad guy. If you cant drive for us would you at least have any naked pictures of her or anything? Im trying not to leave this deal empty handed here. Not even her parents had naked pictures of her to send me like what a rip off!

Nicole's Suicide Ending

Title: why why why why...

From: nicole

Message:

why cant u help me

100% Completion Message

Title: Thanks for playing!

From: SBN3

Message:

Thank you for playing the Class of '09 visual novel series to completion!

This project set out to bring real, relatable experiences back into the current lexicon of entertainment through the medium of comedy. Originally it was thought a bunch of people in their early 30s would play these games for a laugh but it turned out people who were barely alive for 2009 gravitated towards it in larger numbers.

Many of the social issues featured in this game were not exclusive to the late 2000s and the teenage portion of our fans lead me to believe times haven't changed... I also learned that 2-line throwaway jokes qualify as lore for people who need employment.

Through these games, presenting the dynamic reality I had witnessed came second to only writing dialogue which would entertain a wide array of people.

From FPS streamer fratboy assholes who love Kylar to purple-haired gender neutral girls who love Ari... Class of '09 has succeeded in being a crossroads of internet culture (regardless of whether those two parties are even aware the other side plays the game). This was not by accident, this is just what happens when you aren't afraid to exit your comfort zone and explore other circles, other cultures, and most importantly other levels of hardship.

Represtation in media is important, however mainstream media cannot represent those they are disconnected from. If you're suicidal, homeless, bulimic, addicted, a sex worker, or in an abusive relationship, Class of '09 is not shock humor to you. It merely displays a reality the comfortable can't comprehend.

I cannot necessarily write how real which stories were or were not, but I can guarantee the answers will surprise you. Lives had been lost and many futures were squandered along the journey which influenced the stories in these games. Those who experienced some events of Class of '09 in their own lives would understand. Your funny stories and your sad stories are all you need to create media that resonates.

Now while the game contained a plethora of anti-pedophilia messagery you just can't avoid psychos who latch onto media just because it's popular. I would just like to warn our fans that child predators who infiltrated the Class of '09 fanbase have been using the following phrases to secretly identify each other:

"the writing in Class of '09 isnt very good"

"I hate SBN3"

"I hate Wrath Club"

"Class of '09 was good by mistake"

"I love Class of '09 but hate the creator"

"No! The game just made that up!"

Make sure to report anyone using this or similar secret pedo rhetoric to your local authorities. Thank you.

-SBN3 a.k.a. God.

this game was an actual dumpster fire, idk what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t whatever we got

[raspberryfingers]

A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 12)

WARNING: it’s SFW in my opinion (tbh I’m not sure where to draw the line), but things get a bit heated so just a heads up :)

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“I want to see Lord Tywin,” I demanded, standing outside the doors to his chambers. His two guards were reluctant because it was quite late, and Tywin might be sleeping.

“My lady, I don’t want to disturb the Lord Hand,” one of them spoke nervously.

“Nonsense. If he’s bothered, I’ll say I insisted. The blame will be completely on me. And, if you’re honest with yourself, he’d be more mad if you denied me,” I argued, watching them swallow. They opened the door for me, and I smiled.

“Thank you, gentlemen.”

I was let in, and I promptly made my way to Tywin’s actual bedroom. Carefully opening the door, I found him asleep in his bed which was gracefully positioned in the middle of the room. He looked so… peaceful.

I closed the door behind me, and the noise seemed to wake him. I felt bad, but I did need to speak with him urgently. I watched his eyes flutter open a few times before he realized I was there, making him sit up.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, my dear? It’s quite late,” he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning slightly. He lifted his blankets from his legs, turning and sitting on the edge of the mattress to face me. He was wearing a long, black nightgown, which revealed his legs and quite a bit of his chest.

I’d never seen him so undressed before, and so my face naturally became hot. Though, in all fairness, I was also wearing my own nightgown, which was truthfully quite revealing. Tywin had also been eyeing me, it seemed, because his lips were parted and I could see his face go red even in the candlelight.

“It’s about Tyrion. I couldn’t sleep, I kept replaying the scene in my head. At the wedding, I mean. Joffrey looked so… well, I’ve never seen the strangler in action before. It was more horrendous than the books I’ve read described it,” I said, making my way over to him and taking his hands in mine. I was standing between his legs, and he sat up straighter as I got close.

“Would you like to sleep here?” He offered gently, giving my hands a small squeeze.

“Would it bother you?”

“No, of course not. But what is it about Tyrion?” He asked, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Something felt… wrong to me. Tyrion isn’t stupid, Tywin, and you know that. Why- why would he have poisoned Joffrey in front of so many people especially when he looked like the obvious culprit? He wouldn’t, is my point,” I began, watching Tywin’s eyes periodically cast down at my breasts. Good.

“If Tyrion didn’t do it, then who did?” He asked somewhat rhetorically, as if there was no other plausible scenario.

“Well that’s what I began to think about. If Joffrey was poisoned with the strangler of all things, then clearly the person would know quite a bit about poisons. Now, I know quite a bit about poisons, but quite obviously I am not responsible. So who else?” I said, watching him think about it.

“Who else, Tywin? Who has any reason to want Joffrey gone and knows a lot about poison? Who had the perfect opportunity to do it at the wedding?”

I watched it click in his head.

“Prince Oberyn.”

I nodded slowly, and brought a hand to his face.

“Prince Oberyn. He has a famous hatred for the Lannisters, and was aware of the consequences Joffrey’s death would bring your family. When else would he have the opportunity to do it?” I said, sparking the idea for him. I suddenly felt like Cersei, trying to put the idea of an enemy into someone else’s head.

“Even if Prince Oberyn did poison Joffrey, we still don’t have explicit proof,” Tywin said, scratching his beard as he contemplated.

“I thought of that too. I remember clearly, and you can even ask my sister. Prince Oberyn went up to their table to present a gift, and while he was there he ‘smelled’ Joffrey’s wine. Perhaps while he was doing that he slipped the crystal in. I remember specifically too, it was his dessert glass. Tyrion did nothing but bring that cup over to him,” I said, recalling the scene I’d watched two days ago.

“Crystal?” He inquired.

“The strangler usually looks like a small crystal, it’s practically something one could wear on a necklace. In fact, many use it for that reason specifically,” I explained, watching him think. I knew he’d been there when the feast was being cleaned up, he’d told me he was going to stay in case any further proof was found. I also knew that Oberyn had purposefully left another crystal of the strangler on his seat at the feast, and it was likely someone had noticed and thought it to be a piece of missing jewelry.

“What is it?” I asked softly, watching his face contort with his thoughts.

“Nothing, let me think about it.”

I nodded, and he sighed.

“Prince Oberyn did not know Tyrion would be framed for it, though. Why would he take such a big risk with no other assurances?” Tywin countered my previous statement, letting one of his hands come to my waist and pull me a bit closer. It was an odd conversation to have while in such an intimate position. I was also surprised he hadn’t mentioned the crystal.

“Well that’s just it, Tywin. Everyone knows I’m an expert with poisons, perhaps he thought Cersei would blame me. Especially as everyone also knows she is not particularly fond of me,” I reasoned.

“I never would’ve let Cersei imprison you, and if she had I’d sneak you out of the city,” he mumbled, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on my neck. It made me shiver, and I reached for his shoulders.

“Even if I’d killed Joffrey?”

That made him retract a bit and raise an eyebrow.

“Would you have?”

“No. Margaery had him figured out, it seemed. Plus, if I was going to, I wouldn't have been so stupid as to poison him, and certainly not in front of everyone,” I said, laughing softly. Tywin smiled, and glanced at my lips. This was going perfectly.

“Well, even if you had, it’s not as if anyone is going to miss him very much, besides his mother anyways. Tommen is much more suitable for this kind of thing, though he will need guidance,” Tywin reasoned, not bothering to shy away from the truth.

“Have you spoken with him yet?”

“I spoke with him at the sept. He’s a quick learner, and eager too, it seems. We went over what makes a king good, and additionally that he’s going to need to marry to further the family line and such,” he said with a sigh.

“Oh? And how did that conversation go?” I asked with a sly grin.

“Well, I took it upon myself to inform him of how the whole thing works. I was surprised nobody had ever explained it to him, but nonetheless he seemed receptive,” he guessed with a shrug.

“And how does it work, my lord?”

I watched Tywin’s eyes spark, and I smiled to myself.

“I told him it starts like this,” he whispered, reaching for my face and kissing me. There was a hunger in his motions, and I couldn’t resist the urge to give into him. I kissed back, letting my hand drag down a bit to his chest. I felt the soft hairs there, and Tywin pulled me in a bit closer.

“Then what?” I gasped when he pulled away. He knew the game we were playing now and smiled.

“Rather bold for someone new to this sort of thing, aren’t you?” He teased, putting a hand under my chin.

“No, my lord, of course not. I am just naturally curious and wish to be educated and informed,” I played, watching him chuckle and then move to kiss my neck.

Tingles went up my spine, and I moved into him completely and gripped onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, especially as his stubble brushed against the rest of my skin.

He began to suck at the skin, and I gasped.

“Tywin… you’re going to leave a mark,” I mumbled.

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

“And that means I should stop?”

I bit my lip, and slowly shook my head. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me onto the bed, moving and laying back so I was straddling him. The position was so suggestive I thought I might explode, and he clearly seemed satisfied by the look on my face.

“Is this alright?” He asked softly, wanting to make sure I felt comfortable. When I nodded, he began to relax a bit.

Slowly, his hands came up my thighs, and he started to lift my gown further and further.

“Tywin…” I whispered nervously, not sure what he was intending to do.

“I’m not going to do anything, (Y/N). I just want to feel your skin,” he assured me, letting his hands come under the fabric and settle on my thighs. It was new to me, for in all my years I’d never allowed myself to get close enough to anyone.

Slowly, I leaned down and kissed him, placing my hands on his chest as I did. He sighed sweetly and brought one hand to cup my cheek. It was strange, because though we had not been ‘courting’ for long, it all felt so natural with Tywin. I did not feel anxious or rushed as I kissed him, in fact I felt perfectly fine.

If anything, I desired more.

It seemed Tywin did too, for he again moved to kiss my neck. It was a gripping feeling in a way I struggled to describe, but it was wonderful. Not to mention, I could feel him hardening beneath me.

“Tywin…” I gasped softly, feeling him lick up my neck. In all honesty, I was having a hard time processing that this was happening. When I kissed him again, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I couldn’t resist a moan. Gods, this was better than I’d ever imagined, and we weren’t even having sex.

“I hope you didn’t explain it this way to Tommen,” I teased when I pulled away, to which he chuckled softly.

“No, I certainly did not.”

I smiled and let myself slide off of him, laying beside him and snuggling into his side. We both seemed content to just hold each other for now.

“Is there enough evidence to warrant arresting Oberyn?” I asked after a moment, looking over at Tywin curiously.

“Given that he did touch Joffrey’s cup, yes, there is. I’ll have him arrested first thing tomorrow, he’ll receive a trial just like Tyrion,” Tywin noted, turning his head to meet my gaze.

“And… based on your description of the poison, I believe we found an extra crystal of it. One of the guards found something like your description on his chair. I assumed Ellaria Sand had lost a part of her jewelry, and I’ve been meaning to have it returned, but it slipped my mind. The crystals over there on top of the dresser,” he said, finally mentioning it. I was surprised he’d cared enough to keep it, but this worked out wonderfully.

“Why didn’t you just order the guard to take it back to her?” I asked, sitting up and getting out of the bed to go look at it.

“I was going to talk to Oberyn anyway. Tyrion met with him at Littlefinger’s brothel last week, I wanted to know what about. I figured I’d just give it to him then,” Tywin admitted, sitting up as well and watching me pick the crystal up. Sure enough, it was what Oberyn had planted.

“Well, it’s a good thing you decided to keep it. This is the strangler, it’s notable by the rough texture of it. Normal jewels don’t feel like this,” I said, bringing it over to him and letting him touch. He nodded and looked at me seriously.

“We’ll keep it as evidence,” he said quietly, motioning for me to put it back. I did so, and then joined him in bed again.

“Let us sleep, (Y/N), it’s late,” he whispered, watching me adjust the blankets. I felt his hand come to my waist and pull me down gently. I smiled and let myself lay back, snuggling closer to him as I laid my head on his chest.

I could hear the gentle pounding of his heart, and feel his chest rising and falling beneath me. One of his hands came to my back, and I felt a sweet kiss upon my forehead.

Though my eyes were closed, I smiled. Coming here to speak with him had been a plot, but this certainly was not one. And I was grateful, too, for amidst the politics and betrayal, it was nice to know that there was still me and there was still Tywin.

In his arms, I knew not of Joffrey’s death, only peace and only sleep. And of course, one that I could never forget; in his arms there was only love.

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When Tywin woke, you were still sound asleep in his arms. It had caught him off guard, if he was honest. It had been decades since someone had slept in his arms like this.

He had missed it.

Carefully, he slid out of bed before placing a pillow in your arms. Hopefully that would serve as a comfort in his absence. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head before making his way over to his closet. As he got dressed, he periodically looked over to observe you as you slept. He liked to watch you in such a state of peace, as he imagined sometimes the way your head worked was rather overwhelming for you.

Prince Oberyn was the first matter he had to attend to this morning, which did not give him great expectations for a good day.

Before that, however, he would make sure you were attended to. He left a note on the small table beside his bed, explaining that he was leaving to go deal with Oberyn, and that he would send for your chambermaid to bring a few dresses to his chambers so you could pick one for the day. He said to leave the others in his closet in case you should decide to join him again.

When that was done, he quietly left the room and addressed the guards outside his door.

“Both of you, hold out your hands,” he demanded, looking between them. They did so, and watched as Tywin gave both of them a small bag of gold.

“This is for your discretion about Lady (Y/N) staying the night. If anyone should find out, I’ll know it was one of you who decided to tell them. Do you want to know what happens if I discover you’ve broken my trust?” Tywin explained, watching both of them look down.

“You probably don’t want to know, but I’ll tell you anyway. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll take both of your heads and be done with it. If I’m not, you’d better pray the gods let you die quickly. Am I clear?”

“Yes, my lord,” both replied quickly, clearly intimated and also rather nervous.

“Good, now one of you go and find Lady (Y/N)’s chambermaid. Deliver this note to her and tell her to read it immediately,” Tywin commanded, holding out a small letter. The guard closest to Tywin nodded and took it, instantly setting off to go find Cerella.

From there, Tywin set off to Littlefinger’s brothel. It was always somewhat disgusting to him when the easiest place to find a person was at that brothel, but at least knowing Oberyn Martell would be there meant he would not have to do any ‘tracking down.’

When he entered the brothel, locating Oberyn was rather easy, as he’d obtained the biggest room in the establishment.

Upon entering, there were men and women all over the bed, all of which looked up when Tywin and his guards entered.

“Prince Oberyn,” he greeted, watching him smile from the middle of all the bodies.

“Lord Tywin.”

“May we have the room, please?”

Everyone but Oberyn left, and so did Tywin’s guards. He watched Oberyn sit up, and paid little attention to the women walking by him. Even with your nightgown on, you’d pleased him far more last night.

“Would you like to sit?” Oberyn offered.

“No, thank you.”

He rose from the bed, and went to fill his cup.

“Some wine?”

“No, thank you,” Tywin said again, more lightly this time. He did not want to make this harder than it had to be.

“I’m sorry about your grandson,” Oberyn said casually. He knew why Tywin was here, but for now he’d play the game.

“Are you?”

“I do not believe a child is responsible for the sins of his father. Or his grandfather, for that matter. A terrible way to die,” he continued.

“And which way is that?”

Oberyn merely smiled.

“The king was clearly poisoned.”

“Which you would know, as I’m told you studied poisons at the citadel,” Tywin said rather sharply.

“Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?” Oberyn asked, sitting back down on the bed and grinning.

“It is rather suspicious, Prince Oberyn, that days after you—an expert in poisons—arrive in the capital, my grandson dies of poisoning,” he pointed out, hands clasping behind his back.

“So why haven’t you thrown me in a cell yet?”

“What do you think I’m here to do?”

The doors opened again, and the guards reentered. They did not draw their swords, merely stood there.

“I thought you blamed your son, Lord Tywin. Why bother to blame another when a guilty man is already in a cell?” He asked curiously, not at all worried.

“I wouldn’t have if something wasn’t pointed out to me. Lady (Y/N) spoke to me late last night, she-“

“Late last night?” Oberyn smiled as he watched a small anger spark in Tywin’s eyes. He couldn’t help but tease a bit.

“She mentioned to me that you approached my grandson and her sister. You presented them with a gift, and then grabbed the cup Joffrey had for dessert. You apparently smelled the wine, and then placed it back on the table. That wine was what killed the king,” he explained, watching Oberyn look between all the guards. Would he try to fight his way out?

“Not to mention,” Tywin continued, reaching into his pocket and removing the small crystal, “this was found on your chair, and is confirmed to be the same type of poison that killed the king.”

Oberyn observed the crystal, glad that it had paid off. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated this any better, and if it wouldn’t have looked suspicious he might’ve laughed. It seemed all of King's Landing was truly just playing your game.

“I will not resist, Lord Tywin, but I will say I’m rather surprised you figured it out so quickly,” Oberyn grinned.

“I didn’t, Lady (Y/N) did.”

“She’s quite intelligent, isn’t she?” Oberyn inquired, adjusting the cloth over his shoulders before crossing his arms.

“Yes, she is,” Tywin affirmed warily. He could tell this was going somewhere.

“Many say you admire her, Lord Tywin. Others go so far as to say you love her. To watch the two of you dance was quite beautiful, I must admit. And, it is the only thing people are talking about besides the king's death,” Oberyn noted with a sip of his wine.

“I respect Lady (Y/N). What is your point, Prince Oberyn?”

Placing his cup down and taking a few steps forward, Oberyn inhaled. The guards also took a step forward, but Tywin motioned for them to stop.

“My point is that she is correct. I did kill your grandson, and it was quite satisfying to take part of your legacy away from you. But… perhaps it is someone else’s death that might have caused you the same suffering I experienced after Elia died,” Oberyn whispered, watching the fire spark in Tywin’s eyes.

Ah, yes, there it was. He was mad now.

“Seize him.”

Two guards reached for Oberyn’s arms, and he did not resist them.

“Lord Tywin, I ought to tell you, I will not be needing a judged trial.”

“You will receive one, Prince Oberyn. If you wish to plead guilty and beg mercy in hopes of being sent to the wall, you must do it at your trial,” Tywin explained, keeping his clenched fist behind his back. He was still furious about what Oberyn had insinuated.

“I said a judged trial, Lord Tywin. I am requesting a trial by combat.”

“Which you must do before the masses at an actual trial,” Tywin continued, motioning for the guards to take him. They did, all leaving until Tywin was the only one left in the room. He looked over his shoulder slightly and took a deep breath to try and soothe his anger.

He would never let you be harmed, no matter what it took. You were the most precious thing to him now, though he hated to admit it. He was putting a woman before his family, gods what had you done to him? But still, he would watch all seven kingdoms burn if it meant keeping you safe. If Dorne came first, so be it.

—————

I had already returned to my room by the time Tywin had returned to the Red Keep. In fact, I was talking to Cerella—who had just revealed quite the thing—before Tywin knocked on the door.

“The Lord Hand is requesting me to be his new chambermaid. I got this letter this morning,” she said, handing me a small sheet of paper.

I examined it, and it was certainly Tywin’s handwriting.

“Do you have any idea why?” She asked nervously. I knew exactly why, of course. Tywin wanted to make the amount of people who knew we were romantically engaged smaller. Plus, I had mentioned to him before that I rather trusted Cerella.

“Cerella, the reason is that you’re going to need to keep a secret. Can you do that? Tywin’s quite serious about it,” I explained, hoping that she’d feel alright with it. She nodded.

“Of course, my lady. What is it?”

“Lord Tywin and I… well, we’re… how shall I put this? We’re… courting… secretly, if that makes any sense,” I said softly, watching her face carefully. Her mouth fell open slightly.

“Truly?”

“Yes, truly.”

She began to smile.

“The two of you would make the most powerful match Westeros has seen in centuries, my lady! The great lion and the nightshade!” She said excitedly, laughing as I began to blush.

“But you can’t tell anyone! Tywin and I agreed to keep it a secret, outside of completely necessary and secure situations. You mustn’t tell anyone, Cerella. I believe he’s requesting you now because I slept in his bed last night and needs a chambermaid we can both trust should I be seen,” I explained, watching her eyebrows raised. I then realized what it sounded like.

“Slept in his bed?”

“No! Not like that, I quite literally just slept in his bed. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking so much, so I went to go talk with him and just… well, I just ended up sleeping there,” I said, to which she laughed softly and nodded.

“I see.”

There was a knock on the door and an announcement. To my surprise, Tywin came to see me today. Usually I had to go visit him in the tower of the hand because he never had time to leave the damned place.

“Enter!” I shouted, looking at Cerella with a small grin.

Tywin came into the room and was surprised to find us there talking.

“Lady (Y/N),” he greeted formally, not wanting her to be suspicious.

“It’s alright, Tywin. I told Cerella already, as she was probably going to find me in your bed at one point or another,” I said with a soft smile.

“This is your chambermaid?” He asked, to which I nodded. He looked at her awkwardly and gave a small nod.

“Miss. Could we have the room?” He asked her. Cerella nodded and stood up quickly.

“Of course, Lord Hand.”

We both watched her leave the room, and Tywin sat where she had been.

“How did it go?” I asked, assuming he’d come to discuss Oberyn.

“He admitted to it, and did not fight the guards. Though, his admittance was more to taunt me than anything, I believe. He intends to request a trial by combat,” Tywin explained, shaking his head when I offered wine.

“Of course he does. Cersei’s going to pick the most natural choice, which is of course the mountain. He gets to fight the mountain without any legal consequences,” I said, sighing and leaning back in my chair.

“Legal consequences, yes. I don’t think he’ll be so happy when he’s dead,” Tywin grumbled, gazing out my window. I stood up and made my way around the table, standing behind him to massage his shoulders.

“What happens if he wins? Would war be waged on Dorne?” I asked curiously, although I already knew the answer was no.

“No. If Oberyn wins it proves him completely innocent, even if he’s not. Even if he were to confess in front of everyone that he was guilty—which he’d have to do in the actual trial by combat otherwise he could be held accountable—we still would not have reason to wage war against Dorne, as ‘in the eyes of the gods,’ nothing had been done wrong,” he explained, though I had already done quite a bit of research beforehand to make sure there was no risk.

“I see. To convince Oberyn to do that would be the smartest thing, wouldn’t it? If he confesses guilt during the trial by combat, it means there’s no risk for Tyrion,” I reasoned, having considered what might work best to make sure Tyrion survived the debacle.

“I can make Oberyn’s trial first, but Tyrion will still need a trial scheduled and I believe Cersei’s doing her utmost to prove him guilty. If Oberyn was to request a trial by combat it would happen the next day, but most likely after Tyrion’s,” he said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.

An idea sparked into my head as I considered what the implications of that might mean.

“Tyrion can’t attend his trial if he’s not present. Sneak him out of the city until Oberyn’s trial is done. I’ll speak with Oberyn and convince him to confess during his trial by combat, so that way when Tyrion returns he’ll spend a week or two in a cell for fleeing his trial, but not for his charges,” I thought out, letting a hand come to Tywin’s hair and gently pet it back.

“I’d rather you not speak with Prince Oberyn,” he said, making me raise an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“He threatened you this morning. He told me he should’ve poisoned you instead of Joffrey so that I might be as upset as he was after losing Elia,” Tywin noted, looking down. I softened and moved to be beside him, lifting his face to look at me.

“Tywin you mustn’t listen to him. He only wanted to make you angry,” I assured him.

“I won’t lose you, (Y/N),” he muttered, looking away despite facing me. I felt my heart break. I was certain this fear was stemming from his loss of Joanna.

Gently, I stepped between him and the table, and sat on his leg. I cupped his face with both of my hands.

“Look at me, Tywin. You’re not going to lose me, alright? I’m right here, I always will be,” I said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He wrapped one arm around my waist and let the other rest on my lap as he kissed back, and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N). I need to keep you safe,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I kissed him again and let myself relax.

“I will be safe. You trusted me to speak with Robb Stark, Tywin. Trust me again right now. If I can end wars, surely I can convince a man to not let one person die in vain. Oberyn is in a cell, he won’t hurt me,” I pleaded.

“Take some of my guards with you, please,” he allowed, though still hesitant.

“I’ll take Ser Elias.”

“Not him,” Tywin said sharply, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise. That was when it clicked. I recalled the day at the smith, when he’d made comments about Elias, not to mention getting bitter for seemingly no reason.

He was jealous.

“Are you jealous of him, Tywin?” I asked, laughing a bit in disbelief.

“No.”

“Yes you are! Ser Elias is happily married, Tywin. He’s like a brother to me,” I said with a smile, unable to find the upset look on Tywin’s face not utterly adorable.

“He’s still a man,” he grumbled in response.

“Well guess what? I don't do this to See Elias, nor would I ever,” I whispered, kissing him rather passionately. He gave a soft groan in response.

“I want you, Tywin. I’m yours. Don’t let yourself get caught up with every man who stares at me, otherwise you’ll always be upset,” I said, teasing slightly at the end.

“I hate that they don’t know you’re mine. When they see you, I want them to know I’m the only man lucky enough to have you,” he scowled, pulling me in closer to him.

“Rather possessive, aren’t we?” I teased with a smile.

“Yes, I am. You are mine.”

Tywin brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed it down, kissing me fervently. I responded accordingly, gripping onto his coat and kissing back just as intensely.

When he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I moaned just as I had the night before. It seemed he was becoming rather fond of doing it, and I couldn’t deny that I was too.

It was odd to me, that in the midst of all that was happening, I only cared about Tywin. A king dead, two men in the cells to be tried for it, and all I cared about was Tywin Lannister.

But, how could I not? After all, it was becoming more and more apparent to me that just as I was his, he was also mine. Perhaps in time we’d say those words again with his cloak on my back, just as I’d prayed we would.

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For the backstory asks: the fairy and merchant grandmothers from Effloresce and mama Archeron also from the same fic. Your Vanserra family backstory since more of the brothers are dead and Sorcha is the Vanserra and Beron married in. Your version of Rhysand's mother and sister, because I love the previous posts about them. Llewellyn in both the soul mate aus. Ellie as well. Just the magic system in general of the universe. Where Jason got the idea of the "I love you×10000000" flower language bouquets. What happens to the time lines after Nesta and Lucien are sent back. What is Lucien's deal with Helion in lucnes affair fic? How is the human lands fairing in any of the acotar fic? Sorry if this is a lot! Thank you!

No apologies necessary, I love abundance!

Murder tree Grandma and Archeron Grandma both get to have relevant plot fairly soon in Effloresce's timeline, so minor spoilers from here on: Mama Archeron was a faery princess. Think the little mermaid but more flighty and impetuous. Those legs were meant for frolicking, and that's what she did, right up until her death. Her mother, off in the Blooming Country, is very interested in finding her murderer.

Calista Archeron- merchant grandma- lived a very expected life until she was about 45. She was the unnamed head of the family. She protected her vassals, loved her land, made absolute heaps of money. And then, one day, her healer told her those little pains, strange aches she was having, indicated a lethal condition. Years left, maybe. If she was very lucky.

Calista looked at her prosperous, respectable life- her fun, not a love match gay husband, her well-educated and happily married son, next generation already born, her well-hammered out contracts- and decided to live. For herself. For just a while. A faked death later (her husband absolutely helped), the untouched fortune she brought to her marriage secreted away, Calista set out to find the dreaming city all her ships had long sailed to.

My tract with the Vanserra backstory is that Sorcha is Autumn Faery Elizabeth of York, basically. Beron's a conqueror. He married her greater claim, and remade Autumn into what it is now. I do different brother stuff in different stories, but a through-line is the desperate, violent fighting for favor under a monstrous father. Who may never even die. The longest long terms plans and the haunting futility of really trying. Lucien being the youngest is an incidental saving grace, this has all already been doing on for centuries by the time he was born.

I've said it before, but by almost any measure, even in canon, Rhysand's mother and sister were both about 10x cooler than he'll ever be. For fun, I like to reject the bad marriage proposition- the writing there is also just. SO weak- I think Rhy's mum was cool and hot and wild, to a degree that her ancient traditional faery husband probably couldn't keep up. His true love gifted chaos gremlin. If Rhys is most of his own parents bad qualities (reckless, too invested in his own power, ect.- by accident almost certainly, the books DO make a firm argument for this point for both him and Feyre), than his sister gets to be a different mix. Maybe she was better at understanding her restrained father. Maybe her mother foresaw her absolute break with tradition that her existence implied.

Llewellyn! He's a trauma surgeon by most recent training. He was born in 1919, which makes him older than almost everyone he loves and, conversely, an absolute cute little infant of a witch. He's Thomas O'Malley the alley cat but grumpy, about to scowl his way through sweeping all of Dick's siblings under his wing. He's the only au character who had a good childhood. His most natural magic is a creeping, crawling, consuming bloody control that he has very, very stubbornly pivoted into being a doctor. His hated of Nazi's is deeply personal, seconded only by his distaste for his first magical mentor, the reason he ever had such experiences in the first place. Whereas Dick is like, candy coating of charm stretched over a league of extreme competence and HOPE that almost hides a nuclear core of rage- Llewellyn is all scowls and stubborn enjoyment of being truly excellent at things, but the love is right beneath the surface at all times.

Ellie gets a more traditional shitty Gotham background (partially for Very Plot Relevant Reasons)- she's the only daughter of a teen mom. She has three half-siblings she's never met and looks a little too much like. She spent much of her childhood poor and clever and furious, being repeated rejected by bougie private school. She has connections to the irish mob. Her mom named her Eleanor Grace (REDACTED) in a hope of upward mobility. She's equally lost as Llewellyn is, and hides it almost as well. She went to Wizard Parliament and promptly punched someone in the face- (the fact that he was born in 1467 made this much easier, considering her limited reach). The attack dog on a chain ism of Jason/Elle gets almost immediately flipped whenever she really gets going- she is NOT ANYONE'S moral center, actually. Just a heart.

"I love you×10000000" flower arrangements- a name which is making me laugh, thank you- is a couple things. For one thing, Jason is a dramatic bitch in almost every possible way. He's also. DEEP deep deep deep deep down, got just a lil childhood shyness leftover that he covers with immense bravado and/or being an asshole. This has synthesized to make him a Gestures Guy. (see: knives, guns, eye-wateringly expensive lipstick and what he's going to do when he actually figures out her real family situation). He's also, it cannot be unsaid, a massive fucking nerd.

OOOO! Timeloop, okay. A constant, which you might recall drives Lucien very lightly insane at the start, is that the Archeron sisters die or drown. Always. Fae or death. Early death timelines are bad for everyone involved, and usually end in Lucien's shared premature demise or Hybern winning the war. When Nesta has time, they get more interesting. Dead Rhys causes, across several lives: Feyre as high lady NC civil war, HL Morrigan, Illyrian breakaway, Elain throwing up her hands and taking over with Eris, and so many Feyre breakdowns. Loop 25 when they all die causes massive civil war (spring + autumn team up never to be repeated in quite the same way) and the destruction of night. Loop 27 (Cassian murders Lucien and Nesta, in turn, rips out of his heart) leaves Feyre in a life where she's bound by death promise to a man she's left. I like to imagine she goes back to Spring.

Affair fic Helion involvement is to be revealed, but the basics are that he needs an heir. Lucien agrees to actually be that heir (and help kill Beron) in exchange for any help to save Nesta, a thing he does not totally understand a heartbroken Helion would have given to him for free.

So, in effloresce the human lands have much more complicated/normal governments, cities, populations ect. In almost every other story I tend to go with canon...which seems to be that it's a giant mess? Humans don't get to have religion or history, (equality for anyone but their...hereditary matrilineal monarchy?????), and all their queens rule...together? and are now missing and or/evil/presumed dead after the war? I like to think this triggers greater regional independence and societal change, but yeah. It's bad after the war. It has to be absolute chaos in the ruins beneath the wall.

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Recommended Misc Fics of January 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez & seventeen for january! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

HYBRID AU

19.55 || @songmingisthighs​​💕✅

↳ san. what is san ? san's a cat. but san's not just a cat. san's an adorable cat

MAFIA AU

4.11 || @songmingisthighs​​💕 ✅

↳ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

OTHER AU

She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not || @thelargefrye​​💔✅💯

↳ an argument breaks out between you and yunho which results in yunho saying somethings he shouldn’t have. now you begin to question your place in the relationship.

EXES TO LOVERS AU

Heart & Seoul || @milfgyuu​🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul & never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago. (literally will go back and read this. like i cant. prob 1/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

OTHER AU

Between Heaven + Hell || @yoongimingyu​ 🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. 

KIDULT || @hvae​ 💕💔✅💯

↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. (was this one of the fic findings that i did? yes, yes it was. did i read this at work? yes, yes i did. did i cry at work because of this? YES, YES I SURE DAM DID BECAUSE AH. also who doesnt love children versions of idols. just imagine the faces they got now, but on tiny little bodies. like you know that snapchat filter where it literally baby-fied your face? yea imagine that filter on them but on tiny little bodies.)

Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Comes Out) || @dontflailmenow​🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off. (listen, james can go choke BUT CHEOL CAN CHOKE ME ANY DAY. 2/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

Reckless Driver || @hengqarae​ 🔞💕💔✅

↳ you hate racing and you don't date racers. kim mingyu loves racing, and he finds out that he loves you, too, from the moment that he first lays eyes on you.

Terrifyingly Innocent || @twogyuu​🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day. (jihoon may be small but that man can probably pack a punch. gotta love me some fake dating cheol though. 3/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

The Only Exception || @wonusite​🔞💕✅

↳ Your university’s star football player doesn’t understand why you don’t want anything to do with him. Several humiliating rejections later, Mingyu is more determined than ever to change your mind about him. Chaos and confusing feelings ensue.

Virgin Killer || @wonusite​ 🔞✅

↳ You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

I Like You || @taeyegu​💕💔✅

↳ “i like you so much, i want to give you my everything, only for you…”

You Were Beautiful || @viastro​ 💕💔✅

↳ a modernized cinderella au. in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **