#i never noticed until i took these photos how BRIGHT their eyes are! such a striking blue-gray color

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[martiniblues]

MOVE (YOU GOT THE RHYTHM) lee chan

pairing dancer!chan x dancer!reader

synopsis you had been paired with chan for a new piece he had choreographed for an upcoming stage. as tensions between you grew, private rehearsals began to blur the line between professionalism and desire.

genre this is so self indulgent as a dancer so lol, lots of tension and quite suggestive but no explicit smut, slight miscommunication, lots of fluff towards the end.

wc 1k

song move by taemin

“okay nice work everyone, we will pick back up tomorrow.” chan shut off the music and turned towards the rest of the dancers scattered about the studio. you leaned with your back to the wall length mirror, nursing your water bottle like a small child coming back inside from a playdate. he looked at you with a small smile, a part of him wishing the flushed look on your face had been due to his own antics and not the heat of the room.

as the dancers bid their goodbyes, you stayed motionless zoning out onto a specific spot on the floor. a bright orange strip of tape, positioned to represent the center of the room suddenly wasn't just a measly piece of tape. it represented where you and chan had been only minutes prior, chest to back, his hand splayed across your stomach, your face turned towards his, swaying effortlessly with the vibrations coming through the speakers.

in your time dancing with chan you couldn't help but feel gravitated towards him. not only did his professionalism the second the music began have you holding your breath and begging the swarm of butterflies in your stomach to calm down, chan also had a side to him that most of the dancers never saw.

since you had been selected as his main partner for the performance, one on one practices were common at the beginning of his creation. while in group rehearsals chan took the role as teacher more than serious, when it was just the two of you in the large studio, he seemed to let go and just be chan.

"are you okay?" you suddenly choked on your water, the sight of chan catching you off guard and slightly embarrassed. "yeah-yeah im fine just a little tired you know." you spit out as you regained your breath and tried to hide your now reddened face.

"you sure? you've seen a bit off today." his face tilted like a confused cat, trying to read your mind and ease you of any doubts or frustrations. he just couldn't let you know that, though.

you scoffed, misreading his words as an insult. "okay, i know i slipped up at the beginning that one time but that doesn't mean im off." you felt embarrassed to say the least. these feelings for chan you kept bottled up caused you more agitation than anything at this point.

from the second you saw his photo on your screen you found chan attractive, but then again who didn't? it wasn't until your late night rehearsals with just the two of you where you began to be attracted to him.

the way his brows would scrunch at your stupid jokes or the way his eyes shifted into a darker hue when focused. noticing the way he tapped his hand on his thigh when picking up counts or the way his hand always hovered on your skin when dancing. never fully on you but radiated just enough heat to let you know he was there. you began picking up on the small things that made him who he was.

"that's not what i meant." chan watched as you made your way to your things across the room, fighting the urge to reach out and stop you. he knew how amazing of a dancer you were, familiar with the way you managed to have your own eye-catching style while still maintaining sync and rhythm.

those being some of the reasons he chose you as his partner in the beginning with no hesitation. as time with you passed though, he began accepting the more taboo reasons he wanted you to himself on stage.

you reached down, checking the time on your phone before reaching for your bag. you've got to move on, you thought before the feeling of a hand on your shoulder halted your exit.

"you know that's not what i meant, right? you were perfect." he quickly let out, eyes widening at the sudden confession he hadn't meant to let slip. you mirrored his shocked expression, expecting criticism and not a heartfelt compliment.

his hand still remained on your shoulder, all of its weight searing into your skin. "thank you, chan." you thanked him, unsure of what to do. you didn't want to leave, the atmosphere sending you back to those practices you loved so much.

if it wasn't for his arm growing tired, chan would have never noticed his hand was still resting on your bare shoulder. it felt so natural, like his hand longed to be there, needed to be there. he quickly let it fall though, laughing lightly to try and ease the ever present awkwardness in the air.

"if you still feel a bit uneasy though..." his words made your eyes lock with his dark ones, the same irises that somehow grew darker despite them being nearly black. "we could practice a bit more, just the two of us."

your heart threatened to spill from your throat. you wanted chan more than anything, but the thought of being in here alone with him after so long had you worrying for your own well-being.

"you sure? i don't wanna keep you from your rest or anything. my place has enough space for me to practice-"

"i know that if we don't practice now, you will be the one not getting any sleep from your mind racing. i'll be fine i promise." he cut you off in the sweetest tone you had ever heard. if you hadn't been so entranced with his face you could have sworn honey dripped from his lips.

"okay." you agreed, dropping your things back to their spot on the floor and moved to the center of the room. silence enveloped the room as chan reconnected his phone to the speakers, the only sound being your sneakers squeaking against the wooden floors.

chan played the last thirty seconds of the song so that it would restart with him beside you. as you two waited for the song to replay, you swore you could hear his breathing grow heavier as your body moved close to his to settle into your beginning position. his chest pressed into your back, causing you to feel his heart beat with yours, but this time it seemed to double.

practice had ended ages ago, there's no way he could still be worked up on adrenaline. there had to be some logical explanation as to why his heart felt like it was racing with yours.

there wasn't much time to ponder on your thoughts as the music began, your muscle memory kicking in. chan's body moved from yours, creating space for the two of you to perform as you usually did. but just as you missed his touch, you resented it even more every time he came close to you. no matter if it was for a second or a whole eight count, your body erupted into flames.

you thought of yourself as a level headed, sensible human being but all of those morals flew out the window when chan was in your radius.

the bridge of the song seemed to fade into a dull buzz as chan made eye contact with you, drawing closer. this is nothing different from what you always do, you tried to ease your heart trying to fly out of your chest. you and chan were doing the choreography as you practiced, but for some reason this felt different.

it was as if he was purposely pulling you closer and looking into your eyes for longer than he needed to. your arm wrapped around his shoulders ready for the next move, but instead of the usual dip, chan's hands gripped your waist and pulled your body as close to his as he could.your breath hitched, searching his face as to why he suddenly decided to change the choreography.

"can i please." his words came out breathless and if it hadn't been for your proximity you wouldn't had heard him at all. his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, licking his own from how hard he was breathing.

"yes please." the words barely left your words before his lips smashed against yours just as the final chorus echoed in the room. your stiff muscles relaxed at the feeling of his soft lips, hands instinctively running though his hair and rubbing against his back.

he waisted no time, using you taking a deep breath as an opportunity to sneak his warm tongue in between your lips and meet your own. you moaned at the feeling, not believing this was even happening. chan groaned as your nails scrapped against his shoulders, wishing to be ridded of his stupid t-shirt and feel you against him for real.

as time moved on you grew more and more feverish. your kisses grew from slow and sensual to rushed and sloppy. the need you and chan had kept bottled up began to pool at your feet and quickly made its way around you, binding the two of you together.

one of chan's hands slipped from your waist and made its way up your front as the other ventured lower to grope your ass. you squealed from shock, a small smirk playing at his lips as a result.

the song had ended, leaving only the sound of your lips smacking and the moans that rumbled in chan's throat to fill the room. one particularly loud moan caused you to snap back, a wave of embarrassment taking over you at how venerable you'd been.

"been wanting to do that for months." chan smiled softly, looking at you with nothing but admiration. you just pushed his chest jokingly, not knowing how to swallow this realization. he was quick to close the distance, now following you with his chest to your back yet again. his hands now firmly pressing into the skin of your stomach.

you turned in his grip, being met with a blushing chan pulling a suspicious smirk on his lips. the teasing glint in his eyes caught yours in an intense staring contest.

"so what was that about having room at your place to practice?"

my first svt fic!!! i know i have been gone for quite some time but i have been working all summer and have hardly had any time to write, but i have so many drafts and works coming your way soon! this was just something i came up with off the top of my head and hardly proof-read so don't mind any mistakes. let me know if you want more svt works<33

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Forget (Homelander)

Description: Homelander losses his memory and becomes a completely different person until Vought wants him back.

Warning: Some Smut

Word Count:4,828k

She sat in the hospital holding his hand as he laid on the bed in what was almost a coma. He was beat up pretty bad, not that he didn’t deserve it but she still saw the good in him. He was her husband after all. She couldn’t blame The Boys for what they did even though they almost killed him. She still had deep hatred for them but it was understandable. Homelander was a dark man but to her he was nice and caring. To an extent that is.

He didn’t know how to do the most basic of things like making mac and cheese and doing laundry. She was the one who did that and bought groceries. He simply didn’t know how to do anything like that. She understood that he had a different life than most so she wasn’t upset by this. She was really upset that she had been told that even though he is a Supe he probably wouldn’t have a lot of memory or any at all. Tears were in her eyes as she stared at him. She wished he would just wake up and assure her that he’s okay. 

It wouldn’t be till 2 days later that he would wake up. He groaned and let his eyes adjust to the bright light of the hospital room. He looked around and saw a woman in the chair next to him who was asleep. He didn’t recognize her at all. “Where am I?” He groaned. She opened her eyes and jumped up at the sound of his voice. “You’re okay!” She said and grabbed his hand. He looked at her confused. Why was she holding his hand? “Who are you?” He asked her. Her face dropped and she wanted to cry. “I’m your wife.” She told him. “And you are a superhero called Homelander.” “Who?” He asked.

Homelander would hate this guy. She pulled out her phone and pulled up pictures of them and him as Homelander. He looked at the photos and didn’t remember anything. He looked at her. “That’s me?” He asked. She nodded and gave him a small smile. “Yup. And here is our wedding photo.” She said, handing him the frame. He looked at the photo and smiled a little. “You look so beautiful.” He said. “That was the only time I could get you out of your suit.” She said with tears in her eyes. She smiled at the memory. 

“Will you please just wear this?” Y/N begged him. He didn’t want to wear anything but his suit. His all american dream suit. He rolled his eyes and took the suit. She smiled and he looked at it. He then looked at her. “Only because you want me too.” He groaned. She had been begging him for months, since they got engaged. He refused until this point that she had the suit in her hand. 

“Why would I never take off the suit?” He asked her. She shrugged. “You loved it and it made you feel secure.” He looked down thinking that sounded ridiculous. “Sounds a bit extreme.” He said and that made her giggle. Hearing her giggle made him smile. “You wouldn’t have ever said anything like that. That’s good to hear.” She said and took the frame from him. “Do you remember anything at all?” She asked, softly. He shook his head. “Your name is John. John Gillman.” “What’s yours?” He asked her. “Y/N Gillman.” He smiled at that. “How long have we been married?” “4 years.” She said. “When do we get to go home?” He asked her. “Hopefully soon.” She said to him. 

They walked into his penthouse and he looked around it. He was in awe at how big it was and how amazing it looked. Y/N smiled as she noticed his amazement. “Pretty cool, right?” She asked. “Yeah.” He breathed out. It was odd for her to see him in regular clothes. She thought he looked so handsome and down to earth like that. They walked to the bedroom and she opened the door. He stepped inside like it was his first time.

He walked to his side of the bed and saw a picture of them on the desk beside the bed. He picked it up. It was a pic of him in his suit and her in a beautiful red dress. “That’s actually one of my favorite pictures.” She said, walking up to him. “You look so happy. And not fake for the camera, happy, actually happy.” She said. “Did I not like the cameras and the attention?” He asked. She shook her head. “You loved the attention but not the cameras and having to act like you liked everyone.” She chuckled a bit.

He set the photo back on the desk and looked around some more. “What was I like?” He asked her. “Well to me you were sweet and caring but you had an ego. You loved to scream to the world at any given moment that you were the Homelander and that you could do whatever you wanted.” “I sound like a dick.” Her eyes widened at his statement. She never would have thought that he would ever say anything like that. “Yeah, I guess.” She said. “I’m so hungry.” He said after checking out the bedroom. “What would you like?” She asked. “What did I eat?” “Well you ate a lot of things but you love Milk.” He chuckled. “Milk?” She nodded.

They walked to the kitchen and she opened the fridge and showed her 4 cartons of Milk. “What the fuck?” He asked and laughed. She laughed as well. “Yeah you loved your milk.” He closed the fridge and they chuckled. “I can make you mac and cheese?” She asked, pulling out the box. “Let me help.” He said. She looked at him shocked. “What?” He asked, taking the box out of her hands. “You just never made food, like ever.” “Wait what? You did all of the cooking?” He asked. She nodded. “You never knew how to.” His jaw dropped at her words. “So I didn’t help you?” “Well if you count standing over my shoulder while I cook, helping.” He laughed and shook his head. “For once, Let me make this.” She nodded and let him make it. 

He sat the bowls on the table and she took a bite. For Mac and Cheese it was amazing. He looked at her waiting for her to say something. “This is pretty good.” She said and took another bite. He chuckled and shrugged. “It was pretty easy.” He said and started eating. It was amazing, It was like he was a whole new person but still himself. He didn’t seem to be into the Homelander persona which she never thought was possible. 

“Do you wanna try it on?” She asked him as he stared at the suit. It was folded on the bed with the cape and gloves. The boots on the floor next to the bed. “I guess I can.” He said. He took off his clothes and she admired his body. The beautiful body he had that she never really got to see, thanks to that suit. As he was putting it on she got nervous that he wouldn’t wanna take it off again. It took him some time but he got the suit on. She let out a breath she was holding as she looked at him. He looked like Homelander again. “Do you wanna see yourself in it?” She asked. He went to the full size mirror on the back of the door. He looked at himself and wanted to laugh. I mean he didn’t think he looked bad but it wasn’t something to wear all the time. Suddenly his mind flashed with him giving a speech to a group of people. “I’m not like the rest of you, I’m better, I’m bigger, I am better!” His head started hurting and he hissed.

She ran over to him and helped him sit down on the bed. “John, are you okay?” She asked, worried. “Yeah, that was weird.”  He said. “What was?” He stood up and began taking it off. “I need to get this thing off.” He said almost destroying the suit. She stood up and helped him take it off. As she was helping him they ended up making eye contact. He dropped the shirt on the ground and she held her breath. He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was soft and slow. A kiss that Homelander never could do. It was nice. 

“Annie, it’s like he’s a completely different person. He doesn’t have the ego or same personality. I mean he thinks this Homelander persona is laughable.” She explained as they ate. “Has he tried on the suit?” Annie asked. Y/N nodded and shrugged. “He wanted to get it off right away.” She smiled at her friend but then frowned. “Billy is still after him. The Boys are still after him.” Annie told her. “Well, can’t we just explain that John has no memory of anything?” Annie shrugged. “Maybe. But what about Vought?” Y/N didn’t even think about Vought. “I wasn’t even thinking about them.” Annie grabbed her hands. “I will take you to the boys and you can explain to them and then we will worry about Vought.” Y/N nodded. 

Annie sighed and opened the door to their apartment. Y/N had never been here before or even knew much about The Boys, other than the fact that they wanted her husband dead. They walked in and saw them at the kitchen table. “Guys, this is Homelander’s wife. Y/N.” Annie introduced her. Y/N waved at them holding back the part of her that wanted to rip them apart. “If ya here for an apology ya can just leave out the door ya came in.” Billy told her. “I’m not here for that.” She said. “Then why are you here?” Hughie asked her. She sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. “When you guys almost killed my husband he lost his memories. He doesn’t remember anything about being Homelander or you guys.” Y/N explained. They all looked at her confused and shocked.

“Ya mean to tell me that cunt doesn't remember all he’s done?” Billy asked after processing it. She nodded and looked at her hands. “Have you explained to him?” Frenchie asked. “He knows that Homelander was an egotistical asshole but I didn’t tell him anything about you guys.” She said, looking at them. “What if he gets his memories back?” MM asked her. “What if he doesn’t?” Billy chuckled. “He’s a Supe, luv. He will, it just might take longer.” “I mean maybe he won’t.” Annie said. “He doesn’t even like the suit. He wanted it off moments after getting it on.” Y/N told them. Billy shook his head.

“Why ya telling us this?” “You guys don’t have to go after him anymore.” Billy laughed, an actually laugh. “You think just because ya husband lost memories means he shouldn’t suffer for what he did?” “He did suffer. You guys almost killed him!” She exclaimed. “Good. That fucker should be dead. Sorry that he’s ya husband but that was a choice you made.” Billy stood up. “You’re going after someone that mentally didn’t do that stuff. That isn’t fair.” She growled. “Him killing my wife wasn’t fair!” Billy yelled. Everyone went silent and she glared at him. “Revenge has gotten you nowhere but being a miserable old cunt.” she said and stood up. Billy glared at her as she left. 

She looked at John as he came out of the bathroom in PJ pants and a white shirt. She never saw him like this before but it was nice. A good nice. He got into bed with her and kissed her. “You okay?” He asked. She nodded and cupped his face. “It’s just weird to see you in regular clothes.” She said. “Well better get used to it cuz I’m never putting on that suit again.” He tells her and pulls her to his chest. “I like the sound of that.” She mumbles against his chest. 

“Vought wants to speak to him.” Annie told her. She sighed and put her head in her hands. She was worried that they were gonna manipulate him. “Do we have a choice?” She asked. Annie shook her head. “I’m afraid not.” 

“Vought wants to speak to you. I’m gonna take you there tomorrow.” Y/N told him as they ate dinner. “The place that made me Homelander?” He asked. She nodded. “Yes.” “Why?” She sighed. “They wanna see if they can bring your memories of Homelander back.” “I’ve watched videos of who I was before and I don’t wanna go back to that.” He told her. “I understand. I don’t want you to either. That place manipulated you.” She told him. “Then why am I going there?” “Because John they are powerful and we aren’t.” She told him. 

“You want him to put on the suit and act like he’s okay?” Y/N asked in disgust. “John has his own voice. He can speak for himself.” Stan Edgar said. John sat next to his wife as they bickered unimpressed with the conversation. “I don’t wanna act like this guy. That’s not me.” John said to the man. “It is you and you will be.” He growled. 

John stared at the suit as it laid out on the couch in the dressing room. He was supposed to put it on and act like Homelander. Vought didn’t want the world knowing that their best “Hero” lost his memory. Y/N entered his dressing room. “I’m sorry you have to do this.” She said. He looked at her. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He said and kissed her head. “It felt weird having that thing on.” He told her. “Yeah, I bet.” She said. “Have you been practicing your powers?” She asked him. “Yeah but it’s not good enough to fly away from the scene yet.” He said. “I almost wanna go out there in regular clothes and tell the world the truth.” He told her. She smiled at that. “Would be nice. Wouldn’t it?” She asked. “Yeah. It would.” He sighed. “Homelander you’re on in 5.” Ashley yelled through the door. He looked at his wife. “It would be nice so that’s what i’m gonna do.” He told her. 

“Where is your suit?” Ashley asked as they walked. “In the dressing room.” He told her. “Why isn’t it on?” “It’s not me.” He told her. “Please Welcome Homelander!” Starlight yelled into the mic. The crowd went wild and John walked on the stage. The Crowd was confused by his attire. Annie’s eyes widened. Y/N watched his nerves as he took the mic from Annie. “I assume you guys all came for a speech from Homelander. I’m sure that’s what you guys wanted. But uh that’s not gonna happen tonight. You see Homelander isn’t who I am. That’s not me anymore. What Vought doesn’t want you to know is that I lost my memory in a horrible accident.” The crowd gasped. “Vought wanted me to come out here and pretend that nothing happened to me but I won’t. I can’t. I have no more memory of this Homelander and that suit is too much. So I wanted to say that the last you saw of Homelander was before my accident. I have a wife that I love very much and that’s all that matters to me.” The crowd awes. Y/N has tears in her eyes.

He hands the mic back to Annie and walks off the stage. The crowd didn’t know how to react. Some cheering and some confused. “Well would ya look at that. That cunt really has no memory.” Billy says as they watch the TV. “He just told the entire world he’s not Homelander anymore.” Hughie said, staring at the screen. John walked over to his wife and took her hands. “I can’t believe you just did that.” She said. “Well believe it because I’m not doing whatever the hell this is.” He told her. 

Stan Edgar watched the TV in his office in rage. The news was already covering it and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He had to get him back in that suit. Even if it was the last thing he did. 

Y/N woke up to find that John wasn’t next to her. She looked around the room barely awake and sighed. She got up and stretched. She heard ruckus in the kitchen and went to check it out. The smell of Eggs filled the house as she saw him making some. She smiled and walked over to him. He was humming and jumped a little as he felt her arms wrap around him. “Morning sunshine.” He said. She mumbled a morning into his shirt. “I made you Eggs.” He said and put them on the plate. She pulled away and took the plate from him with a thank you.

She heard the toaster go off and she took out the toast. She went to the fridge and opened it to grab the butter. She saw the 4 cartons of Milk and laughed. “You ever gonna drink this milk?” She asked him. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Well you used to love it.” She said walking back over to her toast. “I used to love being a narcissistic asshole too.” He pointed out. She nodded as she put more toast in the toaster for him. “Fair point.” She said, taking her plate to the table. He followed not too long after and sat down across from her. “Thanks for making breakfast. It’s really good.” She said. “You’re welcome.” He said. “Are you getting used to everything around here?” She asked him.

“Yeah. Just not my powers, I don’t want them.” He told her. “I’m sorry.” She said with a frown. “It’s Vought’s fault.” He said. “We should sue them.” He suggested. She wanted to laugh at such a suggestion but thought against it. “Yeah I wish it were that simple.” She said. “The world knows about what they did and how there aren’t any born superheroes.” He told her. “I agree babe. But you were a lab experiment.” She said. “Yeah well I didn’t wanna be.” He got up and got a glass from the cabinet. He got out one of the gallons of Milk and poured himself a glass. He came back to the table and sat down. She smiled as she saw the full glass of Milk. He took a sip from the glass and moaned.

She covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh. She watched as he finished the glass. “That was so good.” He said. She burst out laughing and he chuckled. “Take it, that's how I acted before.” She shook her head. “You got aroused.” She giggled. He looked at her confused. “By Milk?” He asked. She nodded. “You told me you wanted to get me pregnant just so you could suck the milk out of my breasts.” He looked at her, weirdly. “Wow. I sound like a creep.” He said. “Honestly it was kinda hot.” She said. Her face red from the confession. He nodded. “Well, I guess I know what to say now to get you turned on.” He joked. “Me too.” She said, motioning towards the milk. 

“You’re very close with Homelander’s wife…” Stan trailed off, not caring to remember her name. “Y/N.” Annie finished for him. He nodded. “Yes I am.” She said. “Good because I need you to get through to her for me.” She looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?” “She’s the obvious reason he doesn’t wanna be himself anymore. So I need you to get her to convince him to get back in the suit.” He tells Annie. “But he doesn’t wanna be in the suit.” She says. “I don’t care.” He growls. “He is our top Hero here, We need him back even if it’s fake. And if we don’t then we will make a villain out of him and kill his wife.”

“That’s what he said? He’s gonna kill me if I don’t get John back in the suit?” Y/N asked Annie. “Yeah, he said that even if he has to fake being himself.” Y/N shakes her head. “Annie, that’ll never work, he already told the world that he doesn’t wanna be Homelander anymore and that he doesn’t remember anything.” She says. Annie takes a sip of her coffee. “Well maybe you can talk him back into it.” She suggests. Y/N shook her head. “Annie, I don’t think you understand. He doesn’t want to put it back on. It hurt him and he’s seen the videos. He doesn’t wanna be that.” Annie nodded and felt guilty about the wire she was wearing. But she didn’t want Y/N to die. “Are you afraid that if he stays in the suit, he’ll get his memory back?” Annie asked her. 

“Interesting.” Stan said as he listened to the recording over and over again. Annie sat in the seat with guilt. She knew that Homelander was a different guy and that Y/N was happy about that. But her life was at risk and Annie wasn’t going to let her die. “So, we get him in the suit and keep him in it.” Stan says like this was the greatest idea of all time. Annie didn’t say anything but knew that was the only way. 

Y/N and John laid in their bed laughing. “I can’t believe we barely ever did this.” He said as they cuddled. “Yeah well you were always busy with Vought.” She said. He groaned at the name. “Yeah well that will be no more. Fuck that place honestly.” He said. Y/N turned around in his arms. She looked at him with love and smiled. Her fingers traced his face. He looked at her with love as well. “I love you.” He whispered. She smiled and said it back. She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back. They softly made out as his hands rubbed up and down her back. She was in one of his shirts. Her hands were cupping his face.

He pulled her on top of him as they kept kissing. Once they couldn’t breathe anymore, they pulled away panting. “John.” she whispered. “I uh, I think I want a baby.” He whispered against her hips. She bit her lip. “Not to drink Milk out of your boobs.” He said and she laughed. She leaned down and kissed him again. His hands moved to her ass and squeezed, making her gasp. He slipped his tongue in her mouth. As they made out he flipped her to the bottom and pulled his shirt off. She helped him pull his sweats down just enough for him to be able to get inside of her. He lifted the shirt so he could enter her, making them both gasp. “Fuck.” He groans. He doesn’t remember much about having sex with her but this was way better than he could imagine. Her hands gripped his back muscles as he thrusted in her. “John.” She whispered.

This is the worst thing that could ever happen. She didn’t know how they ended up in this situation. All she knew was that the second he got the suit back on, it would be over. He would change and not be the loving husband he’s been for a few months. She sobbed as she watched Stan give him the suit and tell him, “You put this on and go out there and act like you’re Homelander or your wife dies. It’s your choice.” Why couldn’t they just be happy? Why did he have to do this? John looked scared, for once in his life.

He looked at the man with fear and hatred. He didn’t want to put the suit back on. He didn’t wanna put on a face for millions of people. He just wanted to be John. He looked at Y/N with sorrow and mouthed an I’m sorry as he took the suit from Stan’s hands. She screamed and cried as he changed out of his regular clothes to put the suit on. Tears brimmed his eyes as he sighed and put on the suit. 

“So what are you saying?” Y/N asked Annie. She sighed and looked at the couple. “Stan believes if you put back on the suit you will get your memory back and become your old self.” She said to them. John looked at Y/N. “But that can’t happen, right? That can’t be possible.” Y/N sighed. When he first put on the suit he held his head in pain and wanted the suit off as soon as possible. It would make sense. “I don’t know.” She whispered. “But he’s gonna try to get you to put it back on.” She tells him. “Well, I'm not going to.” He says and takes her hand. “John, he’s threatening Y/N’s life.” Annie told him. “I don’t know if you have a choice.” 

He didn’t. He wasn’t gonna let Y/N die. Y/N couldn’t even look as her husband put back on the suit. Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes. She heard John yell in pain and collapse on the floor. He wanted the suit off so bad but fought against it. All the memories of him as Homelander came rushing to his brain. All the fake and awful things he said to the world, and did hit him like a truck. Until it stopped. The room fell silent and Y/N opened her eyes. She saw him get up and though he looked the same, something was off. “John?” She whispered. He looked over at her and she wanted to cry. He had that look in his eye. The Homelander look. “You’re on in 5, Homelander.” Stan said to him.

He looked away from his wife to look at Stan. “Keep an eye out on her, she looks like a mess.” He said before exiting the room. Y/N broke down in sobs again. “What did you do?” She cried. “I fixed him. He is what he is now. What he’s meant to be.” He said to her. “No. No he’s not. You ruined him, ever since he was a baby. He had a chance and you took that from him.” She yelled at Stan. He looked at her with no emotion on his face. “Y/N sooner or later you will realize that he is perfect just the way he is and you can’t change. You never could. You had your fun but it’s over now. Accept it.” 

She sat in the penthouse and cried, cried her little heart out as she held the positive pregnancy test in her hand. Of course she wanted a baby, the planned it. But that was before he put the suit on and became his old self. What would he do? How would he react? She didn’t have time to really think as she heard him arrive. She started to panic and looked for a place to hide the test but he appeared all too fast. “What’s that in your hand?” He asked her. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes as she stuttered over her words. “A pregnancy test?” He asked. She nodded, unable to speak. He took it from her shaky hands and examined it. “So, you’re pregnant?” “Yes.” His face didn’t show any emotion, making her scared for her life.

He slowly broke into a smile and he hugged her. She was shocked but hugged him back. “This is perfect.” He sighed. She pulled back and looked up at him, confused. “Y-you want a baby?” She asked. He chuckled and cupped her face. “I mean sure. But I'm more excited about how your body is gonna look and how full your boobs will be.” He said, checking her out. “I can practically smell it.” She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry but didn’t show any emotion about what he said. “Now, how about you make us some dinner?” He asked but more so demanded.

She didn’t nod or say anything. She just walked into the kitchen with tears in her eyes. It all felt like a dream, all the good times they recently just had. None of it seemed to be real. Honestly, she wished that it wasn’t. Maybe if he didn’t lose his memory she wouldn’t know what he would be like then. That would have been for the better. Because at the end of day she realized as she grabbed the mac and cheese from the cabinet and started the water, she wasn’t in love with him anymore. She was just in love with the person he was for months. She was in love with the memory. She was in love with John.

[dilvuc]

❝WHEN THEY START WEARING YOUR CLOTHES❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: gender neutral

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when they wear your clothes pt.2

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: third years x gn!reader(excluding housewarden)

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: they started wearing your clothes

╰┈➤ TREY

trey has arrived to your room to call you over to help him with the baking, but he finds that you weren't there in your room.

“Ah…They're not here…?” trey blinked owlishly. knowing that you're not in your room, he turns to leave, but…his eyes landed on something that is hanging on your bed. your jacket. he tried to resist it, but…he couldn't, so he picked up your jacket. he was curious about if it could fit him or not.

trey looks at his surroundings, trying to make sure that no one is around. knowing that it was coast and clear, he put on your jacket. it was a little big on him and comfortable. trey went over to check himself in the mirror.

“...Hah. Do I…look cute?” trey blushed.

“Yeah! What an insane ride!” you laughed as you entered the room, startling trey. “Let's go—Ah. Trey?”

“[Y]...” trey blushed. you noticed the male is wearing your spelldrive jacket.

“I-it's not what it looks like! I was just—” trey shutter as he was about to remove the jacket, but you stopped him by placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Don't take it off.” you told the male before pulling out your phone and snapped a photo of the dark green haired male, “You can take it off now.”

“H-hey. Why did you-”

“Can't wait to post it on Magicam to show everyone how cute my Trey is~” you beamed. trey gasped in panic and reached out to grab the phone, but you held it from his reach, “Wait! Don't post it!”

“But you look cute~”

“P-please don't call me that!” trey covered his red face.

╰┈➤ CATER

“It’s unusual for you to be walking around without your hoodie…” idia pointed out. you sighed, “My hoodie went missing from my room. I thought it might be Ace who stole it, but he was telling the truth. I believe him. This time.”

“Hm. Maybe it's being washed…?” the flame haired male guessed.

“It is not my turn to do the laundry…” you mumbled. “It feels so weird without my hoodie.”

idia gasped, tugging on your blazer, trying to grab your attention. you looked at him confused until he pointed ahead of him. you follow the directions where the finger is pointing and to your surprise, you spotted your boyfriend wearing your hoodie while talking to a friend.

“Ah, so it was Cay-Cay.” you blinked owlishly while scratching the back of your head. idia looks at you like you're crazy, “No reaction to it?”

“Huh? It's normal for your boyfriend to wear your clothes. I think he looks cute.” you expressed.

“Cute? More like deadly.” idia deadpanned.

cater took notice of you and rushed over, making idia squeak and hide behind you. cater beamed, “Good morning, babe~”

“Good morning.” you greeted the male. cater giggles, showing off your oversized hoodie to you, “Do you notice something cute about me?”

“Hm…I wonder~” you play along with your boyfriend before grabbing his cheek and pulling on it, “Did your cheek chubbier?”

“Hm…! Very funny!” cater pouted. you chuckled, “I know~ You're wearing my hoodie. You look cute.”

“Right~ I look cute, don't I?” cater chuckled.

“Ew. Extrovert romance…” idia gagged.

╰┈➤ ROOK

“Rook!” you called out for the blonde. why are you angry? your stalker boyfriend had once again stolen something from your room. vil sighed, “Looking for Rook?”

“Where is he?” you asked.

“He's…on a hunt. He's actually using your hoodie for warmth because he's cold.” vil explained. you sighed, “He's hunting for Leona…?”

“Indeed. He says that he'll return your hoodie.” the blonde sweatdropped.

“Bonjour, amour~” rook arrived with a bright smile on his face. “Apologies for taking your hoodie without your constant. I was feeling cold~”

fuck! you never wanted to admit it, but rook looks fucking cute in your hoodie. you have never seen him wear something oversized. cute! cute! cute! cute!!!

“Amour…?” rook tilted his head. you turned away, “...You can keep wearing it.”

“Oh? I can?” the hunter questioned. vil doesn't want to deal with this, so he leaves. rook realized something and looked at you to take a closer with a smugly smile on his face, “What's this? Are you blushing? Is it because you won't admit that I'm cute~”

“S-shut up…” you blushed with an annoyed huff. rook placed a soft peck on your cheek, “Je t'aime~”

“Can you stop it with your cute attraction in french?” you huffed.

“But you love it~”

╰┈➤ LILIA

“Do I look cute~” lilia beamed, leaning in closer to you while wearing your hoodie on his figure. you sweatdropped, “You ask me that everyday. What do you expect me to say…?”

“Come on~ I know you find it cute when I'm wearing your clothes~” the vampire fae purred, pressing his face against yours. “C’mon~ I'm cute, right? Do you love me~”

“You're 700 years old and you're calling yourself cute?” you deadpanned.

“Come on~ Tell me if I'm cute~” lilia beamed.

“...You’re cute…” you blushed, looking away. the vampire fae snickered, “I know, right? Because I'm soft, cute, and lovable. No matter how old, I'm still a cute little vampire~”

“You're such a child…” you sweatdropped.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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[kykyonthemoon]

hi, kỳ kỳ!! i hope you're doing well 🤲❤

i just wanted to ask about how rafayel would react and comfort reader who is very insecure about their eyes because it's obviously asymmetrical and can be seen clearly in pictures? thank you so much in advance!!

also, you have a very pretty name 🤲❤

Dear Anon-san,

Thank you so much for the request, and your compliments <3 As a person who isn't so confident with my look, I do feel related so much to the reader/MC here in this fic.

I hope you like this piece too, and sorry it took a while to be published ^^

To anyone who are reading this, remember that you are always beautiful <3

In His Eyes

In his eyes, you are the most flawless creature.

ಇ. Rafayel x Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags: soft fluff, no established relationship yet, comfort, self-esteem issues

ಇ. Word count: 1k1

ಇ. Masterlist

ಇ. A big thanks to Tram Hoang for the cute Rafayel pic. Other pics are from X

You had never felt beautiful.

You had never looked in the mirror for more than three minutes.

You had never kept photos of yourself on the phone.

Since you were never confident with your appearance.

Everything about you was ordinary; which meant, you were not as hideous as a monster, yet not deemed lovely. The most dreadful thing on your body was, tragically, the most visible: your eyes.

They were asymmetrical. One of your eyes was smaller than the other, and it seemed as if the eyelid was dropping. Looking from the side, perhaps no one would notice it, but when facing you directly, they surely could not overlook your unequal eyes. That was also the reason you never dared to look anyone right in the eye.

For they would see how ugly you were.

You also avoided taking photos as much as possible. Looking at other people preserving their bright and happy moments, you only felt sorry for yourself. If only you could be a little more confident, enough to see yourself as beautiful.

That happened before you met him. Rafayel was the most flawless person you'd ever known. Everything about him seemed ethereal and exquisite. His hair, his face, his physique. His eyes. It's almost as if he strolled right out of a painting. And you could spend hours lost in those eyes, when he was not paying attention to you.

That day, as Rafayel and you were in his studio, you noticed a little clicking sound. Rafayel stood in a corner of the room, camera in hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

"I am taking a photograph of you. May I?" Rafayel tilted his head behind the lens and smiled pleasantly at you.

Your heart dropped a beat. You felt both nervous and scared.

“Why do you want to take a photo of me?”

“Because you are very beautiful.”

You never believed what he had just said.

"You're just saying that out of politeness." You shook your head, attempting to dispel any notion that someone as perfect as him would find you charming.

“If it was just out of politeness, I would compliment you by saying, “This shirt really suits you,” or “You look cute with that hairstyle.” When I declare that someone is beautiful, I truly mean it. Just the person, not anything else.”

Your cheeks heated up, contending for the color red with the bouquet of roses in your hands. You acted awkwardly as you placed them on the table. Rafayel had requested you to get some flowers for his new project. You unexpectedly became his reluctant model.

“So? May I take photos of you?”

Rafayel asked sincerely. After a moment of awkwardness, you nodded in agreement. He asked you to hold the bouquet and pose around the studio for him. But, out of habit, you did not dare to stare directly at him.

“Don't constantly turn your head to one side like that. I'm right here.” Rafayel approached as you sat in the chair. His hand raised your chin, forcing you to gaze directly into his eyes. But you lowered your eyes again.

“Um… I don't really like taking pictures…”

“Wait until you see the pictures I took of you. You will definitely think differently.”

You doubted that, but still agreed to let Rafayel take a few more shots of you in front.

Since then, it appeared that he enjoyed photographing you at any time and anywhere. Rafayel consistently stated you were lovely. You merely smiled out of politeness in response. You still lacked the courage to look at the photographs he shot. Every time you were around him, you felt pity within. He was perfect, and you were everything not.

You were hideous. You had low self-esteem. You did not dare to look at him in the way he anticipated. But, like a withered flower suddenly nurtured with sweet words of encouragement every day, you began to think that he saw something blooming in you, and it was beautiful.

"You don't have to lower your head every time you go out with me."

"Hey, you don't need to stand so far away from me. Otherwise, how will you protect me?"

"Look at me. I'm trying to capture your beauty through the lens.”

Day by day, he made you feel like you were the most beautiful creature in his eyes.

He hung all the photos he had taken of you on the corner of the wall in his studio. The photographs were also organized based on the shape of your portrait. You almost fainted with amazement. No one had ever done anything like that for you. No one had ever made you look at your own photos and realize, I'm so pretty!

“I know you don't like your eyes.” Rafayel's voice burst out immediately behind you as he approached. "But I really do."

"Why?…" You spoke as if choking up. You couldn't breathe after what Rafayel had done for you. “They are asymmetrical… They're ugly… My eyes are not perfect…”

Rafayel placed a palm on his chin, seeming puzzled. He looked to the photographs and said:

“What do you see when you look at these? For me, I don't see anything imperfect. I just see a very beautiful girl whose eyes always light up when she's close to me. Here…” His fingers ran over each frame. “This moment was when she arranged flowers for me while singing to herself. This was when she was so focused on her work that she didn't notice that I covertly took a snapshot. And this was taken when she laughed so hard because of the joke I told... I adore staring into her eyes, because I find my reflection in them. Her eyes always reveal her true feelings to me. I wish she would look at me a little longer.”

Rafayel halted. You had tears in the corners of your eyes. You felt you whole body shaking while attempting to suppress your feelings.

“I wish I could show her how amazing she is through my eyes.”

Rafayel's fingertips left the photographs, then delicately stroked your cheek. He drew a soft line below the eye, which you always thought was unattractive. You were about to burst into tears, but still did your best to convey these sincere words:

“Thank you… Thank you so much, Rafayel…”

He pulled you into his arms as your tears began to fall. Tears of happiness. He had helped you find your beauty, helped you love yourself more. Maybe the self-depreciation would not go away right away, but you resolved that from this point on, anytime you felt like resenting something about your body, you would remember every warm word he had for you.

[perfectlyoongi]

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who has matching socks with you. Jin liked socks; and if the socks were colorful or had interesting patterns, Jin loved socks. so, as proof of his love for you, Jin would buy matching socks for you and him, innovating in colors and patterns, making it his personal mission to find the most extravagant socks. “guess what! today i found some socks with cows on them! and they are spotted like cows! of course i had to buy it for us. we need these socks.”

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who watched every episode of totally spies with you more than three times. Jin still remembered coming to your house at the end of high school classes and watching two episodes of totally spies before diving into his studies. in a way, that series brought back to Jin memories of the comfort of your couch and your laughter; as such, you and Jin constantly got lost in the series’ episodes, rewatching your favorite episodes more than six times, the remaining episodes being replayed two, three times. “today everything went wrong. i’m so tired... do you mind coming over to the house so we can watch totally spies together? i really need you and this comfort.”

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who always brings you a dandelion when he finds it just so you can make a wish. when the petals had turned to hope, Jin was quick to pluck the dandelion and carry it carefully to you. the elders said that each hope of the dandelion brought with it the power to make a person’s most complicated dreams come true. as such, the first thought that popped into Jin’s mind when he saw a dandelion was how you deserved your dreams to come true. so, with a proud smile and shining eyes, Jin held out the dandelion in front of you and asked you to close your eyes, blow and make a wish. “look, look, look! a dandelion! quick. make a wish. i’m sure the stars will hear you today and bring you the happiness you deserve!”

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who has a polaroid of you on his phone case. the photograph was old and a little out of focus. against a dark background that you couldn’t recognize, Jin took the photo at the right moment when you were going to start laughing. in a fluke of the universe, Jin had found the perfect photograph. you were simply beautiful. it was your natural beauty that shined through in that old photo, the memories of that dinner in the park making Jin smile every time he picked up his phone. you were beautiful and Jin loved you — he would never part with that photo. “until i take a perfect photo of you again, this one won’t leave here. i like you too much to keep you away from me.”

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who sends you a photo of pingu on all your birthdays. you didn’t know why, Jin didn’t know why, but every year, on your birthday, accompanying the heartfelt message that Jin wrote to you, there was always an image of pingu. it was a small tradition that had come about somehow and it seemed strange if Jin didn’t send it to you. so, every year, in contrast to all of Jin’s kind words, you always received a pingu who was too involved in his adventures to notice you. “happy birthday, my little pingu penguin. first of all, i want you to know that my life is only bright because you are in it. if you knew…”

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who plays tic-tac-toe with you in the fogged-up window of the bus. on the coldest winter nights, when you and Jin would snuggle in the comfort of the bus, Jin would always start a game of tic-tac-toe in the window. never winning you, but not losing to you that often, Jin made that bus trip something interesting, even if only mere minutes had passed. “it’s today that i’m going to beat you and that’s a promise. if i win, you’ll have to cook for me today. those are the rules.”

BEST-FRIEND!JIN who says that the answer to the question ‘what is love?’ is you. ever since he met you it was love. sometimes disguised as curiosity, sometimes bordering the line of friendship, what Jin felt for you was always love. so it was only logical for him to answer that age-old question with your name. so many years spent by your side, knowing all your facets and secrets, Jin didn’t see any imperfection in you that wasn’t worthy of being loved. for years, you were the answer to all of Jin’s questions and it was only now that he was able to confess to you. “whenever people ask me what is the meaning of love, my mind always runs to you. to our memories, to your person, to you. and i think it’s not a simple love of friendship that exists in me. i’m sure i love you.”

[nymrs]

ney with an introvert shy gf

#4. OPPOSITES ATTRACT | Neymar Jr

Neymar and you were complete opposites. He loved being around people and would never mind being the centre of attention. Singing and dancing in public - an everyday thing for him. You on the other side had to really get used to people before finally opening up and showing your fun side. Whenever Neymar and you would attend a public event, you couldn’t wait to finally go home. In the beginning of you two dating, when you were just hanging out with his mates, you would simply chill there and actually never say anything until you had to. Since you had his friends and teammates around you all the time, it got better for you of course. When it came to paparazzi and Neymars fans though, you couldn’t seem to jump over your boundaries. They knew who you were, what you looked like, but you’d always turn stiff and silent when a camera was around.

And that was the exact same case now. Neymar and you had to attend one of his clubs public events. You’d prefer to stay home and wait for him, but you couldn’t leave him hanging. It was a very important event for Ney and his mates' wives and girlfriends would be there too. "Minha beleza [my beauty]", he smiled watching you from the doorway, "Você está lista? [are you ready]" You took a last glance into the mirror and sighed, "I'm not sure. I'm still torn between this dress and the black one. What do you think?" The dress you wore was simple, but it was a bright red. Usually, you’d prefer to wear something more decent, but Neymar bought you the dress some weeks ago, saying you should save it for a special occasion. You knew he would love to see you in it, but you disliked wearing bright colours in public, you didn’t want to stand out. "I love seeing you in red, you know that", he winked and took a few steps towards you. You chuckled before he finally put his arms around your waist and placed a shirt kiss onto your lips. "Don't worry babe, you're gorgeous."

At the event, the two of you were seated with the rest of his club, having dinner and casually talking to each other. When Neymar and the boys had to give some interviews, you decided to spend the time with Antonela and Jessica. Whatever these two have been talking about, you didn’t even care to listen - Neymar was the only one you gave your full attention to. Him in a suit. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it just made you weak, no matter how often you’ve seen him in these clothes before. While your eyes wandered up and down his figure, you didn’t even realise he was walking towards you until he finally stood right in front of you with a huge smile on his face, “Enjoying the view?" You looked up at him, then quickly took your eyes off him again as you tried to hide the fact you were blushing. "Time for the carpet", he said, holding out a hand for you. You stared at him in confusion, not quite understanding his gesture. "Are you finally coming with me?", he asked as he noticed your irritation. "On the carpet?", you scoffed, "No way Junior."

"It’s only for a few photos, you don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to talk. Just pose in front of the cameras a little. For me?", Neymar tried to convince you but you responded by shaking your head from left to right, repeating this movement again and again. "As you know, I'm allergic to cameras." He sighed at your sarcasm, his lips in a thin line. The pleading look he gave you was his last try to get you to go with him, but you ignored his pout and took out your phone of your clutch. With his hands in his pocket, he slowly started stepping away from you. You chew on your bottom lip, knowing damn well you disappointed your boyfriend – and you felt guilty. His mates entered the room, coming back from taking pictures; Lionel with Antonela, Marco with Jessica, Marqui with Carol. It would only be Neymar all alone again. You rolled your eyes at yourself, pushing your phone back into your clutch and started jogging after Neymar. He instantly recognised your small steps and stopped his walk. "Thank you", he whispered, giving your hand a light squeeze after intertwining it with his. You entered the hall and your heart was racing due to the amount of people watching you, all cameras directed at the two of you. Neymar led you to the middle of the carpet and naturally started posing. You tried your best to not freak out, but you flinched at every flash and held your breath whenever someone was calling your name. You weren’t used to it, it felt unnatural and awkward to you. Your eyes started blinking heavily, there was no way you could take another flashlight right into your face. Instinctively, you pulled Neymar closer to you and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He first was confused as you did so, but also couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you were. You practically felt how his lips formed a smile, which made you grin to yourself while you were still hiding from the photographers. "Our photos are for sure going to be different from all the others", he chuckled lowly. The feeling of excitement inside of you rose, but to your surprise, in a positive way. You imagined what the journalists got to see now and realised how random you actually were. "What?", Neymar asked when he heard you laughing quietly. You were unable to hold back another laugh. "You really are special, like very very special", Neymar grinned as you finally pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. The two of you simply looked at each other for a short time and then bursted out in laughter. Hearing Neymars laugh made you laugh even harder. Seeing you holding onto your belly, squinting your eyes while still having an arm wrapped around him made him laugh even more. Even the photographers couldn’t stop themselves from smiling at what they’ve just captured. "I'm so sorry", you managed to shout out as Neymar and you were about to leave the carpet.

Returning to your shared house, you continued apologising to your boyfriend. "I don’t know what got into me. I guess it was the nervousness and excitement", you explained yourself. Neymar laughed it off as he got out off his jacket. "Y/N, babe, não se preocupe [don't worry]. Thank you for going with me and making it so much fun. I’d love to see pictures they took", he reassured you, cupping your face between his hands before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips. "Do you think they already released some?", you said, scrolling through your TikTok for you page when you saw they did, indeed. "Ney, olha [look]!" Some fans were fast enough to make edits about your appearance and you were in love with those edits - you watched how you hid your face in his neck, the way he wrapped his arms around you while looking down at you in full adoration, this smile you loved so much forming in his face. The way you both didn’t stop laughing and never let go of each other while doing so. You’ve actually forgot everything around you for a short period of time, blocking out the cameras and photographers, and just enjoyed each others company. This unconditional love could literally be felt through this little screen you were watching those edits on. You smiled to yourself when you noticed Neymar hugged you from behind, watching those edits with his head placed onto your shoulder. "Eu te amo meu anjo [I love you my angel]", he mumbled, pressing a soft lips on your cheek.

[xoxoavenger]

In a Frame on the Highest Shelf

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: James is getting smarter and Steve and Y/N are getting more comfortable with each other

word count: 2557

warnings: some self deprecating thoughts but they are assuaged

notes: big thank you to @ilovegerardwayd34d for having the perfect idea for the next part

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Their relationship is interesting, to say the least, after the party.

They don't change their daily life, except now Steve sleeps in the bed with Y/N. She hadn't known that his back was hurting, had felt bad when he popped it the first night in bed with a deep sigh and mentioned how much more comfortable it was. She had begun to apologize, but he told her to stop talking and took her into his arms. They both slept better in the bed together, James in the crib next to them.

Y/N realizes she made the right decision when she wakes up in the middle of the night to Steve not in the bed, instead laying on the ground with an arm in James' crib. Y/N knows this well, that usually James can't go back to bed without some sort of physical contact, and usually takes James into her bed. She thinks maybe Steve was worried about co-sleeping, which is kind of endearing, and she grabs her camera as quietly as she can. The flash is bright, but Steve just takes a sharp breath and rolls a bit.

"Steve," Y/N whispers, putting the photo and the camera down. She reaches over to shake his shoulder, because she doesn't want his back hurting even more. "Come back to bed." She watches as he unravels himself from James, who squirms before going back to sleep. She watches him for a moment, makes sure everything's okay, and then helps Steve back up onto her bed - or their bed? Could she call it their bed now?

"James woke up." Steve mutters, and Y/N looks at the clock. It's early in the morning, but early enough to go back to sleep. The perfect time.

"You did great." Y/N told him, kissing his cheek before laying against his chest. It's her favorite pillow, and Steve doesn't mind because he likes her pillow more than the spare one.

"Mhm." He nods, pulling her closer and pressing his lips to her forehead in a loose version of a kiss.

This life is perfect.

Until it comes crashing down and suddenly Y/N is at her lowest, lower than when she first found out about being pregnant.

It starts with James crying, and Y/N realizes pretty quickly he has a fever. She calls out of work, not able to leave his side. Steve picks up on the house chores, which makes Y/N almost melt if she had the bandwidth to care about anything but her baby. He washes the dishes, takes out the trash, does the grocery shopping and makes food. She lets him feed her while she rocks James the few times he's actually asleep.

"Today is day three." Steve tells her, and she just nods. If she looked up, she'd notice he has dark circles under his eyes that almost match hers, but she is too busy watching the rise and fall of James' chest. His mouth is open, nose stuffed. 

She is terrified.

"I should take him to the hospital." She says, about to cry herself. She's so tired, and she would do anything to take this pain away from her baby. She doesn't understand what happened, because they hadn't been around anyone who was sick. She had always been so careful, never wanting to cause her baby harm. This had to be her fault. She must have missed something.  

"I can drive you. We can go now if you want." Steve offers, and nods, starting to stand. She'll go in these stained, old, gross clothes, and she hopes there's something quick that can be done to help James.

"Yeah, let's go," She stops talking because James is shaking in her arms, eyes rolled back. "Steve," She has no idea what do, and she knows Steve won't either but her mind can't think.

"Let's go to the hospital now, come on." Steve seems freaked out, scared like Y/N but able to keep himself calm.

"What's going on?" She starts crying, holding James as tight as possible. He stops shaking, but her heart doesn't calm down. She wants to throw up and scream and somehow trade places with James. She feels so helpless, holding her baby as he breathes deeply through his mouth.

"We're gonna be okay," Steve leads her out, both of them without shoes. Y/N doesn't even have socks, but she can't feel the dead grass under her feet, only her baby in her arms. Steve helps her into his car before he runs around to his side, sliding in and starting the car as quick as possible.

"I think he's okay now, I don't know what happened." Y/N can't tear her eyes away from James, who is crying now. She doesn't want to put him in his carseat, even as Steve speeds out of the trailer park and onto the road. He's safe in her arms.

Luckily, the hospital isn't that far, and they pull up in record time. Y/N hops out of the car, looking over at Steve.

"I'll go park the car. I'll find you. Go!" That's all she needs, shutting the door and running into the ER.

~

Y/N lays in the hospital bed, James laying next to her sleeping. They've given him medication, told Y/N the seizure was only because of his fever and that they'll give him medicine but he'll get better eventaully.

None of that made Y/N feel okay.

Steve sits in the chair in the corner of the room, arms crossed as he watched Y/N smooth James' hair. She felt guilty that he was here, for pulling him into this whole mess. She felt her throat begin to tighten.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, looking up and over at him. He furrows his brows as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. "You can go home if you want." She doesn't even know what her words are supposed to mean.

"Hey," He gets up off the chair and moves to the bed, resting his arms on it to be close to her. "It's okay. Everything is alright. James is okay, it was just a scare. We are okay." He grabs her hand, and it breaks her. She starts crying harder, and then Steve gets on the bed, holding her around James just like he did the night they first kissed. That night wasn't that long ago, but Y/N thinks it might as well have been years.

"This is all my fault." She says quietly, shaking as the sobs rack her body. "I'm a terrible mom and a terrible friend." She tells him, and she truly means it. What kind of mother lets her kid get this sick? 

"You're an amazing mother. The best I've ever seen. And a great friend. I'm not just saying that." Steve struggles to get out, not sure what to say. 

"But ever since I came into your life, all I've done is mess everything up." She whispers, sniffling and trying not to wake James up. "Your parents kicked you out, Steve. And I have a baby. You shouldn't have to take care of him when I can't." She cries softly. Her eyes are closed, and nothing happens for a moment.

Then Steve reaches out and wipes her tears.

His hands are soft against her cheeks, and she keeps her eyes closed so she doesn't ruin it. They breathe silently, and she sniffles back her tears until Steve has dried her face.

"I wanted to leave." He whispers, and she finally looks at him. His eyes look sad in a way she hasn't seen before, even though they've had the discussion of him leaving his parents house multiple times. "My dad was a terrible father. And my mom wasn't much better. Before recently I didn't understand how parents were supposed to be. But you've taught me what to do. I know today was scary. But you can't push me away now. I'm staying because I chose to, not because I don't have another option."

She wants to say she loves him, but it feels like it's too much, so she reaches over and kisses him, James in the middle, just like their first kiss. She thinks it may be her favorite way to kiss ever.

"When we get home, our home, I'll go get groceries and make dinner while you clean the house and James naps. We'll get our shit together." He rubs her back and kisses her forehead.

"Stit?" James grumbles, because of course he had woken up, and Y/N glares at Steve.

"I'll get ice cream on the way too."

~

"So, what are you doing for Steve's birthday?" Robin asks. It's been a couple weeks since James went to the hospital, and he's feeling much better now, so Y/N and Steve were both excited to finally see the rest of the group. The adults are all at Eddie's, the kids at Y/N's. The doors are open at both, and Y/N is standing on the porch watching to make sure James is alright even though Max assures Y/N she's watched babies younger than James.

Y/N told Max she's more worried about Dustin.

"Steve's birthday?" Y/N repeats, pulling her gin and tonic from her lips. She hadn't heard anything from Steve about his birthday, which made her realize she didn't know when Steve's birthday was.

Check in the bad girlfriend column. 

"Yeah?" Robin asks, sipping her drink with a smile. "It's next Monday. I thought you would have plans, since he hasn't told me any." Y/N's heart drops.

"Monday?" She whispers, turning to look at Steve. He's laughing with Eddie, beers in their hands. Y/N feels the need to smoke a cigarette.

"Did Steve not tell you his birthday?" Robin asks, and Y/N shakes her head, walking inside. Robin calls after her, but she pretends like she doesn't hear, downing her drink and setting the cup down on a table. She knows where Eddie keeps her cigarettes, so she walks past everyone and into the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette and walking out to the small porch.

Steve didn't tell her his birthday.

Why didn't he tell her? They've had a busy month, sure,  but his birthday is important. Not everything can be about her all the time. She feels like shit.

"What's goin' on?" Steve is suddenly behind her, hand on her back as he stands close to her. She looks over at him sadly, handing him the cigarette. Every time she's had one, she shares it with him when he's around. She lets him take a long drag, and then she turns to him. She feels his hand move from her beck to her hip, and she tries not to let it distract her.

"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is in a couple days?" She asks, not breaking eye contact. To his credit, Steve doesn't try and act like he doesn't know what she's talking about. He doesn't look around and try to figure out an excuse. He keeps staring, even as he sighs. 

"James was in the hospital a couple weeks ago and we just got back to normal. I didn't want to stress you out and I knew you would want to do something." He tells her, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Because I care." She whispers, putting a hand on her on his chest. "We're all okay now, we can celebrate your birthday." She puts the other hand on his face, rubbing her thumb across his face.

"We don't have to." He tells her, putting the cigarette out and letting his other hand fall to her waist.

"Steve, come on. It's your birthday." She's sure his parents always belittled his birthday, so she wants to make sure he has an actual birthday party. "Tell me what you wanna do, and I'll take care of it." She leans against him, trying to get him to agree, but he shakes his head.

"I just want-" He doesn't tell her what he wants, because all the sudden the kids are all screaming. Y/N and Steve only make it half way across the grass when Dustin appears, holding two pictures in one hand and James in the other arm. Max and Lucas pop up on the other side, and they all clamber out of the trailer.

"What happened?" Y/N asks as she meets them, taking James into her own arms. Dustin lets her, but his face has a wide smile that matches the other kids, all of which who have started piling out. James seems to be fine, happy even with all the yelling.

"Watch this!" Lucas yells. Y/N expects James to startle, but he must be used to the noise because he squeals.

"We were trying to teach James our names, and then we were quizzing him on yours," Max starts, pointing at the pictures. The first is Y/N in the hospital with James right after she gave birth. A nurse had taken the picture, and it was the only one she had with both of them for months. She smiles at the picture. "Who's that?" Max points at Y/N, and James kicks his legs into Y/N.

"Mama!" He squeals, and Y/N kisses his forehead. He's been saying 'mama' for months, but it's still cute.

"Who's this, James?" Dustin asks as he moves the pictures to reveal the first picture of James and Steve; the one of James on Steve's chest. James looks so young Y/N wants to cry, even though it was just a couple months ago. She's studying the picture so closely she doesn't realize what James says.

"Dada!"

Everyone is quiet, heads snapping to Steve. Y/N's jaw drops as James continues to babble "dadada" and then wiggles to get out of her arms. She lets him down to the ground, her mind racing. Of course Steve being in James' life would be amazing, but she hasn't talked to Steve about this. They've been so busy, she's honestly forgotten about it. She watches as James toddles over to Steve, grabbing the leg of his pants.

"Dada?" He asks, and it breaks Y/N's heart. She can't ask Steve for this. She knows he said he chose this, but he can't say that he honestly chose an entire lifetime. She wants to know how James knew what that means, but clearly her son knows who it should be associated with.

"Steve," She starts, not sure if she should pick up James or not. She watches as Steve reaches down and grabs James up, turning so his back is to the kids and James can see them all. He's facing Y/N as the kids start to scream in happiness. Y/N watches as Steve clutches James, tears starting to leak from his eyes. She can see how much this means to him, and she doesn't want to take this moment from him. But he reaches a hand out blindly for her and she doesn't waste a second taking it. He pulls her in tightly, James in between them, just like it always is.

"I love you." She tells him, looking at him. She watches him blink some tears away, then kiss her softly.

"I love you both." He whispers, hanging on even tighter. She slots her head into his neck and keeps her arms around him. "So much."

Someone takes a picture, and Y/N knows it's going to be in a frame on the highest shelf for the rest of her life.

//

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Cuffs

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You end up having some fun with your co worker Rhea after a long shift

Pic credits to @romanthereigns

You're brought out of your thoughts of looking at crime scene photos of your recent case when you see someone set a cup of coffee and a chicken wrap on your desk looking up to see Rhea smiling sweetly as she walks away. She was a local cop in your precinct while you were a detective in the homicide and sex crimes unit but god no matter how hard you tried you could never keep your eyes off her especially whenever she was in her uniform that only made her more beautiful and attractive than she was on her own feeling heat churn in your gut as you sip on the warm coffee working on paperwork when you feel someone watching you looking to see her watching you at the doorway looking to see that your shift was finally over in five minutes finishing paper work before grabbing your things and walking out the door to walk to the bus stop saying goodnight to everyone and rhea but she stops you as you begin the four block walk "Let me take you home I know your car is messed up baby" the nickname makes your heart skip a beat as you get in her car. The two of you talk in between random music playing on the radio until the car stops in an abandoned parking lot feeling her hand caress your face as your face was a rosy pink and it only grows bright red as she leans closer to you "I just can't help myself anymore not only when I noticed how you react around and look at me but also today with these clothes I don't wanna hide how I feel for you" your lips meet softly before the kiss grew frantic leading to her driving to your house where things grew more heated raising a brow when she grabs her cuffs as she takes her shirt off drooling at the sight of her in a red bra and underwear before she handcuffs your hands together after stripping you down to your strapless lavender bra and matching underwear smiling sweetly before she was sucking at your collarbone whimpering as she slowly kisses down your body until she was at the end of the bed eating you out with your cuffed hands squeezing the pillow moaning as she took turns eating you out and fingering you. You see your cuffs on the nightstand grabbing them as she straddles over you quickly and somehow cuffing her hands carefully removing the cuffs off your hands since they weren't on tightly quickly returning the favor unable to control your reactions to her moans that sounded like heaven leading to hickies being sucked on each other and cuffing your hands together scissoring slowly picking up the pace leaving you whimpering and moaning in her shoulder until both of you were trembling pressed together sharing soft open mouthed kisses before uncuffing each other showering together holding each other with more tender kisses in between smiling as presses kisses along your collarbone before you were both asleep molded together waking up the next morning and meeting up for breakfast after she changes back at her place smiling when you see her in a button up and jeans while you wore a baby pink blouse with a white blazer and matching pants thankful that you both had the rest of the day off.

[f4ll-for-you]

Hi, could I request a modern Aemond story where him and reader went on a date, but Aemond was so shy and awkward reader thought he was not interested. A while later they meet again through mutual friends and realize they do have a lot in common and could be good together.

Thanks ♡♡

Thank you so much for this Ez, although it took a while to write, I actually love how this turned out♡ @sylas-the-grim

As always, thank you to @arcielee for beta reading and improving my writing, you are an absolute angel and I will never stop adoring you.

Until I Found You

Modern! Aemond AU

After a hideous breakup three months ago, you had finally given in to the draw of online dating. You weren’t sure if you were looking for anything serious, but you were definitely ready to have fun, or that's what your friends had told you anyway.

“Girl, you look perfect!” Baela shouted with excitement as she walked into your room. 

You’d decided on a short, smart-casual dress and a pair of heels Baela had forced upon you. Your first date with Aemond Targaryen was minutes away and you finished up your makeup, rolling your eyes at Baela’s comment with a smile. 

Aemond's profile had been minimal, to say the least, and you could send that, like you, he'd been forced into dating by friends. However, the photos drew you in instantly with his long, white hair in a messy bun, always wearing his black leather jacket. He loved to read, mainly philosophy, but you could see a couple of history books dotted in the photos too. To you, he looked perfect.

“Bae, I don’t know if I can do this,” you mumbled while picking up your phone and shoving it in your small handbag. 

“Of course you can! You are gorgeous, smart and everything a guy could want. Besides, you need to get laid, I’m sick of hearing your vibrator at 1am.” 

You went bright red as Baela giggled and slapped your shoulder. “Go, girl, go!”

A knock at the door made your heart beat out of your chest, no turning back now.

Your palms felt sweaty as you reached for the door knob, putting on your best smile as you opened the door to your apartment. 

It was an understatement to say you were blown away. Aemond was tall, a slight peek of muscle showing through his turtleneck, covered by what you now knew was his signature leather jacket. 

“Y/N?” he spoke softly, he almost seemed as nervous as you felt.

You nodded, “Aemond, hi.” you spoke, trying to seem calm. After an awkward moment of pleasantries, he led you down to his car. 

Like a gentleman, he opened the car door, making sure you were comfortable before walking over to the driver’s side. You didn't know much about cars, but you could tell this one was fancy from the dark leather interior to the sporty exterior, which gave away enough to guess that Aemond was well off.

“I thought we could go to The Grand, is that okay?” He asked nervously. 

Shit, you thought, you couldn’t afford that, it was one of the nicest restaurants in the city. “Um, yeah sure.” You’d have to dip into your savings, but Aemond seemed like a nice guy and you couldn’t blow this already.

After some pleasant small talk about the weather you were glad to arrive at the restaurant. Aemond seemed lovely, but it had started to feel like you were much more interested in him than he was you both. 

You’d both sat down at your reserved table, an air of discomfort radiating between you. Aemond fidgeted with his glass before pouring himself some water, you noticed he mentally scolded himself for not offering a drink to you first. Maybe he’s just not good at this? You thought to yourself, finding comfort in the idea that you were both just as nervous about the situation.

“So, what do you do for work?” he asked, making eye contact with you.

You spoke about your job, which you adored. It didn't necessarily pay as much as you’d like, but you were passionate about what you did, and that's what mattered most to you. Aemond adored the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something that made you happy; the sparkle in your eyes created little fireworks in his chest. 

He fiddled with his hands under the table, trying his best to seem calm and collected. Although he’d felt infuriated with Aegon at first for setting up his online dating profile, he was pleased that it had led him to you. 

When you’d finished speaking, a blush rose to your cheeks as it dawned on you how long you’d been waffling on about your job, without reciprocating the question. Much to your surprise, Aemond didn’t seem to mind this and he listened to each word carefully, nodded at the right moments, and smiled when you made a joke. 

“What about you?” you breathed out, speaking a little too quickly. 

“Oh, uh, nothing interesting.”

Your heart dropped once again. He felt so closed off, defensive even, you couldn't understand how his reactions could fluctuate so frequently. 

“I’m going to step outside for a second before the food arrives, if you don’t mind?” 

“Oh, of course,” you responded, confused. Was he about to leave you here?

You noticed him grab a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket as he walked outside, the large windows at the front of the restaurant kept him in full view as you sat there alone. 

“Fuck,” Aemond cursed himself under his breath as he walked through the restaurant door; he was messing this up, every second of it. 

Truthfully, he hated smoking, but it was a habit picked from Aegon. It was something he only did when he felt stressed, and right now, he needed to calm down if he wanted to impress you. He placed himself directly in front of the window to reassure you he wasn't going to leave.

After he finished, feeling somewhat calm, he walked back into the restaurant and forced himself to talk, to seem as kind and interested as humanly possible but still failing with his attempt. You were slowly talking less and less as the date continued, a growing silence settling between you both.

Eventually, you’d both made it back to the front door of your apartment, exchanging awkward goodbyes. 

For the first time that night, Aemond made eye contact with you. He brought his hand up towards your face, Is he going to kiss me? You thought for a second, confused.

Unsure of what to do, you closed your eyes, waiting for the kiss. Moments later, you felt him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Embarrassed, your cheeks reddened intensely, a small ‘oh’ leaving your lips.

“Uh, see you later then,” Aemond mumbled, turning to leave before you could see his own, bright red cheeks.

You pushed open the door to your apartment to find Baela waiting excitedly on the sofa.

“How was it?” She exclaimed, not noticing your expression. 

You couldn’t even respond before running to your room. Tears filled your eyes as you crawled into your bed; you felt stupid, embarrassed and exhausted, why did you do this to yourself?

“Y/N are you ready?” Baela shouted through the apartment as you fastened your necklace. 

“Just a minute,” you shouted back, sitting on your bed with a sigh. 

Baela had forced you to accompany her to the Targaryen’s New Years event with her new boyfriend Jace. You’d been dreading it for a month now, knowing you’d quickly be abandoned by her and left to converse with a room full of elderly businessmen.

The dress code seemed to be the worst bit, black tie events were not your thing. You felt much more at home in a pair of leggings and baggy T-shirt. Tonight, Baela had dressed you in a long, navy blue satin dress, with matching silver heels. You had to admit though, you felt hot. 

“Ready,” you stood waiting in the living room, fiddling with the bracelets on your wrist for comfort.

“Y/N, you, are, stunning!” Baela practically screamed, making you laugh with embarrassment. You returned the compliment and made your way down to the car, arms interlocked.

To your surprise, Jace had sent a car to take you to the Targaryen manor, with a bottle of champagne and two glasses ready for you in the back. Giggling at the situation you both found yourselves in, Baela popped the champagne, hoping the alcohol would help you both survive the night.

After  finishing several glasses, the car stopped, indicating you’d arrived.

Walking into the manor took your breath away, with the grandeur of the old building maintenance beautifully. You felt a small pang of jealousy hit you with the thought that you would never have a life like this.

Introductions were made before you’d managed to escape to pour yourself another drink. Alcohol would be your savior tonight, especially if Aemond showed up. You’d discussed the possibility with Baela, she’d told you you didn’t have to come, but part of you needed to show yourself, to prove he did not have an effect on you. You needed to show him you were thriving, even if that wasn’t the truth. 

“Well, you look like my dream woman” you heard a voice next to you comment. Aegon's eyes met yours, of course it would be him. 

“Piss off, Aegon,” you spat rolling your eyes, a slight smile appearing under your angered expression. 

“Hey, that’s no way to talk to your new bestie,” he replied a stupid grin on his face. Since Jace and Baela had gotten together, you’d found yourself in Jace and Aegons apartment constantly, withBaela begging you to spend time as a group. However, this usually ended with you and Aegon alone, playing video games as loud as possible to drown out the slamming of Jace’s bed against the wall. 

Although Aegon frustrated you beyond belief, he’d become a good friend. You’d confided in him about your date with Aemond, to which Aegon told you he was an idiot, and that you deserved better. 

That evening, you mainly stuck by Aegon’s side, drinking and joking about the old grumpy men that surrounded you, neither of you wanting to be there. 

“Shit, incoming,” Aegon made a face and turned to face you, trying to protect you from what was about to happen. 

“Mother wants you, Aegon,” a familiar voice spoke sternly. 

“Not interested,” Aegon replied, looking at you rather than his brother. 

Aemond didn’t notice you at first, his focus on preventing his brother’s antics and making him behave. “You can leave your current obsession and-“ he began, before looking at you. 

He looked incredibly embarrassed and then angry. Were you really with Aegon now? He thought, more frustrated with himself than anything. How did he manage to let you get away, ruining any chance he might have had?

“We’re not together,” you blurted out, the alcohol loosening your lips as your cheeks burned slightly. 

“Not yet,” Aegon smirked, putting his head in the crook of your neck drunkenly. 

“Go along with it, make him jealous,” Aegon whispered into your skin as you giggled and feigned enjoyment, making a pathetic effort to push him away. 

Aemond stumbled away, his eye focused on the floor in front of him. Confusion and rage filled his chest as he made his way outside for some fresh air. 

You and Aegon spent the rest of the evening giggling together, acting as if you were a new couple. Everyone knew you were likely a quick fuck for Aegon, but you enjoyed watching Aemond glance as at you from the opposite side of the room; he was sipping whiskey with a glass held so tightly it looked as if it were about to crack. 

Without the liquor in your system, you would never have acted like this, especially at such a prestigious party. However, with Aegon’s convincing, you had to trust you knew what he was doing. 

“I promise you, Y/N, if there’s one thing I know about my brother, he wants you,” Aegon mumbled, taking another sip of whatever concoction he’d made. 

“But now he thinks I want you,” you huffed, sitting down on the plush sofa in the room Aegon had brought you to. You needed to get away from the stuffy party for a second. 

“Like that’ll stop him,” Aegon laughed, and as if by magic, you heard a knock on the door. 

“Yes!” Aegon shouted, as the door opened. 

Aemond walked in, his expression stoic and unreadable. “You’re meant to wait to be asked in, brother,” Aegon sniped. 

“I want to speak with Y/N.” 

Aegon only winked and left the room, motioning a blowjob behind Aemonds back as he closed the door. 

“Y/N I -“ Aemond began walking over to you. 

You couldn’t help but snap back, “Do you really only want me because Aegon has me now?”

“No, of course not,” he almost pleaded, his eyes growing glassy with regret. He didn’t mean any of this, he wanted to show how much he liked you, how much he cared; he didn’t mean for it to all come out now, like this.  

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you Y/N. You’re beautiful, intelligent, caring, passionate, everything I’ve ever wanted. I fucked it, I know, but I was scared, I didn’t deserve you, I don’t deserve you,” Aemond began to ramble, motioning his hands as he spoke, emphasising his anxieties. 

He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his signet ring. “I don’t deserve you,” he repeated quietly, “but I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

Before he knew it, you’d run towards him, throwing your arms around his neck, with the alcohol in your system giving you the confidence you’d never had last time. “Fuck you, Aemond Targaryen,” you breathed as you placed a heavy kiss on his soft lips. 

You held yourself up for a moment on your top toes before he wrapped his arms around you in return, pulling you deeper into the kiss.  He wanted you, and you wanted him, finally.

[jqmalikhsgib]

love of my life

chapter one

spring happened to be the best moment in your life. your first kiss was in spring, first date was in spring, first time was in spring, and the man you’d spend the rest of your life with, you met him in the spring time. most importantly you have your first baby in spring.

you and harry couldn’t be happier with your lives. unfortunately all good things must come to an end.

you met harry at one of the first few tours one direction had. your little sister was obsessed with the band. your dad, having amazing connections, bought the tickets and you took your sister to see the band live. your dad had got two backstage passes and you could tell your sister was gonna pass out just by how she looked.

finally getting to meet the boys you didn’t expect to fall in love. but the curly haired boy was beautiful. plus the accent wasn’t all bad either.

you didn’t wanna get ahead of yourself but he didn’t even miss a beat. he asked you out that night. since, you two have been inseparable. falling in love with a pop star wasn’t easy though.

you’ve seen front hand what that could do. your dad, being a lawyer, had many celebrity clients. you had met so many people in your life. and some of them even opened up to you as you got older. and the things you’ve heard.

the hate fans give people simply because they’re dating their favorite musician or actor. you knew if you wanted to be with harry you had to keep your relationship extremely private.

and you have, since the very beginning! the two of you were careful. very careful! no one knew who you were and the media made harry out to be a player.

the truth was you’ve started dating when you were fifteen, he was sixteen, got engaged when you were twenty-one, and got married a year later.

now you’re thirty and you have a beautiful daughter together. and still no one suspected a thing.

until the day you got caught

you two were enjoying each other. it was your first night out since having maybelle. she was currently with her grandparents while you and harry spend a evening out. harry has been planning his tour while filming two different movies.

the two of you rarely get to catch up. you missed your husband dearly but you knew he loved his job. seeing the smile on his face as his fans scream the lyrics back to him. it was something magical.

harry talks about the movies he’s starring in. he enjoyed the cast on both sets. you just loved listening to him. his eyes shining bright.

“babe, you’re gonna love my policeman.”

you hum as you sip your wine.

“what’s that look?”

“it’s just the movies aren’t always as good as the book. i don’t wanna be disappointed.”

harry playfully rolls his eyes at his wife. you just shrug your shoulders. harry continues to talk about the cast. the two of you were too busy enjoying each other.

normally more self aware of your surroundings. making sure paparazzi wasn’t around or a fan wasn’t taking pictures.

today you just wanted to enjoy each other. unfortunately the paps had been called when a ‘fan’ spotted harry on a date with a mystery woman.

neither of you noticed. after awhile harry grabbed the check and paid. he leaves a generous tip before he grabs you hand and kisses the back of it.

you lean your head on his shoulder as you walk towards the car. he opens the door for you before getting into the car himself and driving off. neither of you ready for the storm that’s coming your way.

you weren’t paying too much attention to the tv. it was just white noise while you played with your four month old daughter.

you never knew you could love a person so much until you had maybelle. she was your life! she looked so much like harry. her eyes were even a beautiful green.

she had harry’s dimples as well. you basically birthed a photo copy of your husband. harry kept telling you she had your nose and your smile. but the only thing she had of yours was your skin tone. you didn’t mind though, she was just adorable.

“next topic, harry styles.”

“oh, look may, they’re talking about daddy.”

her head turned when you called his name. she looked at the tv and smiled when she saw her father. her body bouncing up and down excitedly.

“looks like our pop star is in another relationship!”

you roll your eyes. it’s been years and they’re still labeling your husband as a womanizer. sure he had a lot of female friends. but you know all of them personally. plus you trust your husband completely. he loved you and he’s proven that time and time again over the years. you didn’t care what the media thought.

“he was seen on a lunch date with a mystery woman. we have no idea who she is but she sure was cuddled up to the superstar.”

you turned your head and gasped. their you were on tv. how the hell did they find you? you wanted to shed tears. instead you grabbed your cellphone and called your father.

“daddy,”

“i was just about to call you darling. ive seen the news.”

“what can we do?”

“i can try to find the son of a bitch and sue his ass for everything he’s worth. it’ll take some time but ill get it done, baby.”

“daddy, this isn’t—i have maybelle now. i gotta protect her first.”

“i know darling. we’ll make sure she’s safe from any media outlet. have you talk to harry?”

“no, called you first. i—i don’t think he’s seen. he would have called me.”

he was most likely busy filming. you knew when he was done for the day he’d have multiple notifications.

you just knew you needed to prepare yourself for what’s to come. for the sake of your sanity and your family.

[letsgetrowdy43]

The Timeline ☆—

Au Masterlist!!

Honey was born and raised in Plymouth, Michigan.

Her father was the equipment manager for the USNTDP U18 team, meaning that she spent a lot of time surrounding the sport and the culture.

Her whole life revolved around training camps, away games, spending most of her Christmases in other countries to attend the world juniors

With this lifestyle of constantly being on the move, she spent a good portion of her life taking in new cultures, learning and admiring travelling around the world, which led to her love of photography

Quinn was the first Hughes she met in Michigan before the rest of the family moved down for Jack to follow in his footsteps.

The other Hughes' moved into town and basically took over the hockey scene, meaning that she spent a lot of time around the family of five

When Quinn and her had originally met it was around their sophomore year of High school and Quinn was all heart eyes for her.

The poor boy could not form a coherent sentence around her, everything was mumbles and whispers until she was asked to photograph some portraits for the USNTDP

Her father had gotten her an internship with the communication team for the program, and after many complaints about how the teams needed better graphics, they finally gave her creative liberty over the Instagram page.

So now they sat in an overly lit room, a camera in her hands and him in full gear as she listened to his coach's wishes for the photos.

At this point in their life, they had only ever talked within classes when their moms were carpooling their brothers, or in passing.

So the moment the coach left the only noise remaining in the room was the humming of the air-conditioning.

Quinn's mouth ran dry as she put the camera up to her eye to size him up in the viewfinder, her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she examined his side profile. Quietly thinking to herself "omg this guy is like extremely attractive" her eyes roamed around his features.

"I had no idea you were into photography," he said sheepishly as she messed around with the lighting and the backdrop, she moved over to reposition his stance and position now, fixing the jersey that draped over his frame to better show off the Team USA logo

"It's a hobby I picked up in junior high, while in Sweden for a tournament," a smile danced on her lips as he mimicked the pose she wanted him in.

Memories of that particular WJC flashed through her mind as she remembered her and her older brother opening a gift each on Christmas Day, hers being a new Canon camera. Something she'd never expressed an interest in, but something that soon became one of her greatest passions.

"The media thing is something my dad wants me to pursue" She shrugged as she found herself standing in front of him, fingers raking through his hair to make it sit just right.

She had barely noticed that she had done it until her eyes met his, shock displayed across his features as his cheeks turned bright pink.

From that day on she had basically been attached at the hip to Quinn, wherever he was, so was she.

The nickname stemmed from Ellen calling her honey, Quinn thought it was endearing thus forth he claimed it as his own.

Luke and Jack had settled for the nickname Hun, at first it was mockingly, but then it just stuck.

She was his best friend throughout his time on the U18 USNTDP Team, his runs at the WJCs, his draft day, and up into his time in the NCAA

Her original plan was to attend MSU and gain a degree in communications through their program, but the thought of growing apart from her favourite Hughes felt too bitter

So instead, and after quite a bit of convincing from Quinn, she followed him all the way to Umich to pursue a career in media and sports management.

The summer going into their sophomore year was his NHL draft, the entire Hughes family was in Dallas, nerves racking their brains as they awaited Quinn's name to be called.

Honey sat prettily, dressed up in his favourite colour (to match his suit) as his name was picked to go 7th overall.

A wide grin on her face as she watched him hug all of the friends and family around him, landing lastly on his best friend who he just smiled at softly and hugged tenderly, allowing her to place a kiss on his cheek before he walked up to receive his Canucks jersey.

they began to date in their sophomore year, after a lot of dancing around the subject Honey.

Honey was the one who made the first move as they unpacked his thing sin his and josh's new dorm room. A shy smile of his face as she pulled away breatlessly, smirking at the flush on hi cheeks.

they dated throughout their sophomore year, it felt like they were on a tightrope for a good amount of the year though, knowing that by the end of the school year, it was more than likely that Quinn was to be sent out to Canada.

And just as expected Quinn was in Vancouver by the end of the spring semester.

The long-distance was definitely not kind to them, with the time difference and the fast pace of their lives, both decided it was best for them to take a break.

They sat down during Christmas of her junior year and his off-week and decided it was for the best for them to break up, and then possibly pick up where they left off after she finished her schooling

That didn't exactly go to plan, because as soon as the off-season started and she was home for her summer break the two of them were literally attached to each other once again.

Let's just say although they were not together they were definitely taking advantage of being able to hook up at any given opportunity

Luke and Jack definitely chirped the fuck out of Quinn, they had seen and heard their fair share of the couple over the summer

The summer came to an end, and although it had been a whirlwind of emotion Quinn thought it was still a better idea to let Honey go out and be single for her last year.

On the day of her graduation Quinn showed up on her front door step in a suit and a gift in his hand, he didn't know how she still felt about him but he wanted to make it known that he wanted her.

she opened the door, a grin on her lips as he blushed at her pretty appearance, and pressed a small gift box in her hand.

"I do not expect you to uproot your life for me, but I want you to know that I want you in my life" he whispered, as she opened the gift box in her had to reveal a key to his apartment.

Two months later and the two of them were packing up all of her essentials and sending them off to Vancouver.

Honey started a job as a media manager for a Bridal store, acclimating to the life of an NHL girlfriend (too which she slayed)

The following Christmas (2021) was when they found out that they were expecting warren, too which prompted Quinn proposing to her

I love a good shotgun wedding and 100% this wedding was an outcome of the unplanned pregnancy but Quinn and Honey were on cloud 9 the moment they find out that they were going to be parents

Ellen and Jim were just over the moon, they love Honey, they love Quinn, and they love the couple, and they were just so excited to be grandparents.

Warren was born in October, in Vancouver, both sets of in-laws flew in along with the couple’s brothers.

Parenthood came on extremely easy for Quinn, and a little less easy for Honey, but eventually, they worked out the kinks and she finally figured out motherhood but in her own light.

They had their second baby in the summer of 2024, welcoming their baby girl Hayden into the world

Life was perfect for them, their two babies, and their happy marriage, and then a media manager position opens up for Honey which opened many more opportunities for the content family

[wildgirllz]

can i request something? Where bucky is confused by makeup or a certain type of womens clothing?? Tons of humour??

Here you go! <3

Bucky Barnes had never been one to pay much attention to fashion or makeup. As a former assassin and now an Avenger, he was used to wearing practical and comfortable clothes that could withstand battle. However, lately, he had noticed that some of the female Avengers had been wearing some new type of clothing and makeup that he didn't quite understand. He was confused by the bright colors, the different fabrics, and the various styles.

One day, while wandering around the Avengers headquarters, Bucky stumbled upon Y/N, his girlfriend, who was getting ready for a night out. She was standing in front of a mirror, applying some lipstick and eye shadow, and Bucky couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, completely bewildered by the array of tubes and pots scattered around her.

"I'm getting ready for a night out with the girls," Y/N replied, smiling at him.

Bucky furrowed his brow. "But why do you need all of that stuff on your face? You look beautiful just the way you are."

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks, babe, but this is just for fun. It makes me feel pretty"

Bucky was still confused. "I don't understand. Why would you want to wear all of that stuff? Doesn't it feel weird?"

Y/N shook her head. "Not really. It's just like wearing armor or a uniform. It makes me feel confident."

Bucky nodded slowly, still unsure. "Okay, I guess I can see that. But what about these clothes? They're so different from what you usually wear. How do you even move in them?"

Y/N laughed. "They're called dresses, Bucky. And they're designed to be comfortable and easy to wear. Trust me, you'd be surprised how much you can move in them."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, Y/N. They look a little...restrictive."

Y/N grinned mischievously. "Oh, really? Well, why don't you try one on and see for yourself?"

Bucky's eyes widened in horror. "What? No way! I can't wear a dress! I'm a man!"

Y/N shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if you ever want to understand what it's like to wear women's clothes, you have to try it on at least once."

Bucky shook his head vehemently. "No, no, no. I'm not doing it."

Y/N pouted. "Please, Bucky? It would be so cute! And I promise I won't make you wear it out in public."

Bucky sighed. "Fine. But just this once, okay?"

Y/N beamed. "Yay! Okay, let me find something for you to wear."

Bucky watched in horror as Y/N rummaged through her closet, pulling out various dresses and skirts. Finally, she settled on a light blue sundress with a floral pattern.

"Here you go," she said, holding it up for him to see.

Bucky gulped. "I don't know about this, Y/N. It looks...girly."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "That's kind of the point, Bucky. Now, go put it on and come back here so I can see how cute you look."

Bucky reluctantly took the dress and disappeared into the bathroom. When he emerged a few minutes later, Y/N gasped.

"Oh my god, Bucky, you look adorable!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

Bucky looked down at himself in disbelief. The dress was soft and flowy, and he had to admit, it felt kind of nice against his skin. But he still felt silly.

"I feel ridiculous," he grumbled.

Y/N walked up to him and took his hand. "You look amazing, Bucky!"

Bucky nodded slowly, a newfound respect for women's fashion and beauty routines dawning on him. "Yeah, I think I'm starting to get it."

Y/N beamed. "I knew you would. And you know what? You look so cute in that dress that I think we should take some pictures to remember this moment."

Bucky groaned, but he couldn't help but smile at Y/N's enthusiasm. They spent the next hour taking silly photos of Bucky in the dress, trying out different makeup looks, and laughing until their sides hurt. By the end of it, Bucky had to admit that he had a newfound appreciation for women's fashion and beauty, and he felt closer to Y/N than ever before.

Feel free to leave requests! <3

[wlfhrdlover]

SWEET NOTHING

Georgie Farmer x fem!reader

part 01

summary: Georgie tries to fix his mistake.

WARNINGS! angst to fluffy, the author has no idea of how to use tumblr.

taglist: @rieulsimp @lilttblog

Georgie stared at the street, he still hoped to see you walking by so he could apologize.

Of course, you never came back. He tried to say that it was better this way, but no, it wasn't.

He heard from all of his friends of how dumb he was and that he needed to apologize but when he unlocked his phone, he completely froze. The photo of you smiling, in one of your favorite tea shop that you made him go every time, knocked all his senses away.

So there he was, sitting alone on his apartment back in London, he couldn't even open your chat, knowing that he would face all the worried messages that he ghosted.

Shoving his hand inside of the hoodie you gave him back, Georgie felt something hard between the soft cloth, picking it up, he stared at a little pebble. The one you picked up on your first date with him, he remembered it all too well.

"He took you to a park, one that he knew you loved, Georgie sat down the picnic towel and took our your favorite fruits and drinks. You looked absolutely beautiful under the sun, your eyes shining more and more whenever you looked at him with that bright smile. The one that made him fall in love with you.

He watched you picking up a pebble that was near to his hand.

— It matches your eyes, see?- you smiled showing him, that moment he wished to see the world like you."

He kept the pebble and completely forgot about it. Fidgeting with it, his mind always flew back to your smile, how you managed to brighten up his days and never failed to put a smile on his face.

Looking outside again he saw how heavy the rain was, making him also remember how he let you walk alone in the streets of a city you never went before, in the middle of a storm and pure coldness.

He hated it, he hated how he couldn't move, how he couldn't even ask you to stay until the storm passed, no, he was a coward and let you go. He let you go so easily, you slipped from his fingers so easily and his heart ached more and more.

You just wanted his sweet nothings, you never wanted more or less, he was stupid for noticing just now how much you meant for him.

Picking up an umbrella and a jacket, he put on his shoes and quickly ran from his apartment.

His feet guided him like a GPS, he knew exactly where they were leading him, your house. He stayed in front of you door, he could hear the soft music coming from inside, the same music that you always put on when you needed to put your head back into place.

He closed his umbrella and knocked on the door, but you never came, anxiously he took the spare key he always kept with him and tossed his shoes aside before opening the door.

Georgie quietly made his way to the kitchen, you were humming the song while making tea.

— Y/N?- he called quietly and you jumped, turning off the music and looking at him.

God, his heart absolutely broke when he saw how your eyes were red and swollen, it was a week since the event and you were still upset about it and it was all his fault.

You lost that shiny eyes you held, the bright smile and all your colors completely vanished and he wanted to beat himself for it.

— Georgie, don't scare me like that- your raspy voice echoed in the empty house.

— I'm sorry, you didn't opened the door and I really wanted to talk- he muttered back and you sighed.

— It's okay, I just wasn't expecting it, are you cold? I can make you some tea if you want- you whispered so gently that he thought about all the ways to throw himself in front of a bus.

— It would be good- he smiled gently but you didn't, too distracted trying to find the package with his favorite tea.

After putting down both of the tea cups, you two sat down and an uncomfortable silence grew.

— I'm sorry, for... everything- Georgie was the first to speak.

— You don't need to apologize Georgie, I was dumb for not seeing that you didn't wanted anything anymore- you said and looked down at your tea, Georgie turned his eyes to you.

— No, I was dumb Y/N, I made a horrible mistake- he said and you looked up- I can't live without you, I was completely selfish and didn't thought about you... well, about us, because I'm nothing without you, being completely honest- he gently reached for your hand- You are the only person who understands me and never fail to make me happy, sometimes I was scared that I wasn't making you happy and that some day I would hurt you, it happened and I was a coward for even letting you go- he squeezed your hand.

— Georgie, you know that you're the only person that I've ever felt safe and truly happy and you could've just talked to me- you said and he saw the tears pricking under your eyes.

— I know, actually, Emma almost threw a table at me when I told her what happened and it did made me notice how I have been treating you poorly those last months and that my fear came true because I was just thinking about me- he admitted and you sighed- I'm sorry Y/N, I truly am, I want to make it up for you! I don't know, we can go to your favorite park or that tea shop, it's always open anyways...- he rambled and you just watched him become a pile of nerves every second that passed by.

— Georgie- you caught his face between your hands- Be honest with me first, do you love me?- you asked and he stared at you like you were an alien.

— More than anything! I... I love you more than anything Y/N!- he panicked and you smiled softly at him.

— It'll take time to get things back together, you really hurt me Georgie, but if you want to do this again, we can try, together- you said and he sighed relieved- Just promise me that you'll talk to me whenever you need- Georgie smiled and nodded.

— I promise- he whispered and looked into your eyes- Can I hold you again, please?- he asked and stood up.

You followed his actions and he opened his arms, you immediately hugged him, sinking your face on the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

Georgie took a deep breathe feeling your embrace again, rubbing his hands on your back and bringing you even closer.

All that you ever wanted from him was sweet nothings, but he'll make sure to give you the whole world.

[nocasdatsgay]

The Price You Pay For Power Ch. 5

Pairing: Neris | Chapter Rating: T | Word Count: 4493

Story Summary: Eris revises his bargain with Rhysand: Nesta for Autumn Healers. He agrees and Nesta is sent to Autumn under the guise as Eris’s new bride in order to assist with removing Beron for good. Now she has to navigate a new court and also decide just how much she will trust her new husband.

CW: None

Chapter Summary: Wedding Day!

Read it here on AO3| Previous Chapter| Masterpost

A/N: if the vows are icky that’s on purpose. Also I had to replace Áine because it copied over wrong and I wanted to die by the time this is posted. I don’t think the photo below is going to appear smaller so. Oh well I am attempting dividers. I apologize in advance.

Nesta awoke early to the sounds of movement in her room. For a moment she panicked; unfamiliar scents and the sounds of more than one person made her heart race. Then she remembered. She sat up to find the two servants from yesterday in her room.  

“Lady Nesta,” one noticed her first and curtsied by the bed. “Your fitting is in an hour. The dress is being set up in the sitting room. The Lady of Autumn requested she be present.”

The girl did not look her in the eyes. She felt guilty for already forgetting their names. The quiet one scurried off to the bathing room. She could hear water being run. 

“Thank you,” Nesta whispered. 

As she gained her senses, she remembered their names: Opal and Lynn. As yesterday, she bathed- they insisted despite her protests. They also insisted she wash her hair. Nesta sarcastically asked how she was supposed to let that much hair dry before the ceremony only to be informed there was a way to dry it with magic. Begrudgingly, she did as requested. 

She was given a soft amber colored robe to cover herself with. They indeed used magic to dry her hair; Lynn used her hands, hovering them over her hair until they dried in perfect curls. They said it was Autumn fashion to wear it down. She didn’t argue with them. Opal was the one who wove in pearl pins, with a golden rose clipped on the right side of her hair. Nesta hated that she liked it despite preferring her hair up. Magic was used to keep it styled. 

She was finally allowed out of her room and she entered the sitting room to see it rearranged. In the corner was a privacy divider. A small riser was where the table originally stood. Her eyes widened as she took in the stand behind it. The wedding dress was beautiful. The color like ivory minerals from the mountains she’d only seen in pictures in books. The top was modest with long sheer sleeves, with a corset bust and A-line skirts that flowed out. Near the bottom there was orange and gold stitching in the shape of vines and leaves.

“Do you like it?” A soft voice startled her. 

She turned and saw The Lady stood behind her. Nesta had never been this close to her before. She was beautiful, auburn hair in soft waves cascading down over her shoulders. Her russet eyes were bright despite the shadows under them. Nesta wasn’t this close last night to see there was a hollowness in her cheeks. She wondered if her appearance was the future that awaited her if she stayed in this court too long. 

“It’s beautiful,” Nesta replied honestly. 

“I wish Lord Rhysand had allowed you to come try it on,” she looked past Nesta at the gown. “I’m sure your sisters would have loved to see you in it. After.” She paused. “My son deserved an engagement period. However, his father was of the opinion this might be another trick of the Night Court. We’ve already had a tarnished betrothal. Beron does not want to risk another.” 

Mor. She had forgotten about her past with Autumn and Eris. Now the push to wed her off to Eris and keep her made sense. Nesta went to ask what happened with that engagement, to hear the Lady’s version of events but a knock interrupted her. A stout female entered with a covered basket. 

“Lady Áine, good to see you,” the female curtsyed. “Lady Nesta.”

This female did not lower her gaze like Opal and Lynn. Her hair was red with a touch of grey though she didn’t look much older than Nesta herself. It was the fine lines around her small russet eyes that gave any indication of her age. Nesta also realized she called the Lady of Autumn by her name: Áine. 

“This is my seamstress,” Lady Áine said with a soft smile. “Meri will help you into the dress and see if any changes are needed.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Meri,” Nesta nodded. 

“Pleasure’s mine dear,” she smiled back. “Any female willing to marry that rake of a boy has my utmost respect.”

Nesta’s eyes widened at her candor but Áine laughed. A true laugh she didn’t think was possible given the circumstances. 

“Now Meri, you’ll scare my new daughter in law into changing her mind,” Áine joked with a soft giggle. 

“If she’s half the female I’ve heard about, then it’ll take more than my nonsense to scare her off.” 

“And what have you heard of me,” Nesta furrowed her brows. 

Meri looked her over, as if she was debating with herself. 

“I heard you’re quite the dancer.” Nesta blinked, not expecting that. “Let’s get you in that dress, shall we?” 

Meri ushered her behind the screen and helped her into the dress. It fit. Almost too well, in Nesta’s opinion. There was a mirror behind the divider for her to see it first. She looked the part of a princess her mother envisioned for her so many decades ago. When she walked around the screen the Lady was sitting on the couch, legs crossed with a book in hand. She looked up and gasped, a grin forming. 

“Oh Nesta,” Áine placed the book down and watched her as Meri helped her onto the riser. “Oh it’s perfect. You’re beautiful.” 

Nesta pushed down the well of emotions building in her chest. Áine was looking up at her proudly. Like a mother should when seeing her daughter in a wedding gown. But Áine was not her mother. This wasn’t a real wedding. But maybe she could pretend selfishly. Just this once. She gave her a polite smile in return while Meri went to work and circled around her once to look her over. 

“Hold up your arm.” 

She did as instructed. Meri started pinning fabric along her forearm to tighten the fit. She then did the same with the other. Áine filled the silence by making small conversation and commentating every now and then on something Meri missed. That left Nesta to stand in relative silence which she didn’t mind. A few minutes passed and Meri stood up.

“Not too bad; a few quick changes- nothing drastic. I’ll return with it in a few hours.” Meri smiled at her.

She helped Nesta off the riser. Behind the screen she eased the dress off of Nesta, mindful of the pins she placed. Once Nesta was back in her robe, Meri bid them both a good morning and promised to return when it was time. That left her alone with Áine again. The older female must have sensed her unease, as she patted the seat on the couch next to her. Nesta sat down beside her and Áine placed a hand over her own. 

“You’re brave, Nesta Archeron.” She whispered, eyes pleading with Nesta to read between her words. “The walls have ears, so I shall not say more.”

“Thank you.” What else was there to say? Nesta decided to change the subject. “I am not familiar with fae weddings. Would you mind going over the ceremony with me?” 

Áine nodded. “I think we should have some tea first.” 

Without much effort, she used magic to make a tray appear. A tea pot, two cups, a cream pitcher and sugar. There was also more fruit and what looked like small sandwiches. Áine served the tea. Nesta looked away when the sleeve of her dress rose up her arm. She was too afraid of what she might accidentally see. 

“Sugar?” She asked, bringing Nesta’s attention back to her. 

“No thank you,” she replied politely. 

Nesta was given a look that she could only describe as a stern mother’s knowing look. However she did not add sugar as requested. She handed Nesta the cup and saucer and poured her own. 

“My husband will have to escort you, since you have no family here to present you.” 

Nesta leaned into her tea cup to keep from spitting out the carpet. Gods she would have to endure Beron again. She continued. 

“There will be a priestess. She will recite the vows in the Autumn tongue and bind your hand to my son’s with a silk ribbon. You’ll make your own vows to each other. Then we will hold a reception.” 

“Will I need to prepare vows?” Her anxiety tumbled in the pit of her stomach. 

Áine shook her head. “There is a standard vow of the Vanserra family. The priestess will speak it and ask you to repeat it.”

That felt like a weight removed from her shoulders. Though her anxiety didn’t fizzle. She at least didn’t have to worry about fumbling to remember, she still needed to make sure she didn’t mess up. Áine seemed to sense the whirling in her mind. She sat down her cup and sauce and gave her a soft smile. 

“Tell me Nesta, do you like to read?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A knock came. Nesta looked up from the Sellyn Drake book she’d been reading for the last few hours. It felt too early to be getting ready but she‘d been reading for some time. She placed the book Lady Áine had given her, opened and facedown to save her spot onto the table. She tightened her robe just in case and opened the door. Before her was one of the brothers. Asher. Up close, she could see he looked more like his mother than Beron. And while she had called him stalky, she realized it was simply that he was more broader in the shoulders than the Eris. He did not greet her with a smile. 

“I brought you a visitor.” 

He stepped to the side and Nesta inhaled sharply. 

“Elain?”

Her sister came up and embraced her tightly. Nesta was in too much of a shock to do much other than hug her in return. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” Asher grumbled.

He left and Elain let her go, so Nesta stepped aside to let her in and shut the door. She stared at her sister as she looked around the room, eerily calm while she took in her surroundings. Nesta noted she wore a warm yellow dress- like the color of the leaves that littered the ground when she arrived. 

”What are you doing here?” Nesta finally found her voice. 

Elain turned to her, her expression neutral. “Rhys is with the High Lord. He will be joining us shortly.”

Nesta blinked. “Rhysand is here?”

“It would have looked poorly for your family to not be present. I believe that is the excuse he’s giving Beron. Really, we didn’t want you to do this alone.”

Nesta felt her heart harden, her features returning to the stony demeanor she so casually used her whole life. She saw the flash of fear in her sister’s eyes as she braced herself for the worst Nesta could offer. And yet Nesta could not force herself to be angry, she couldn’t even force herself to remain steady with a cool indifference. 

“Will it just be you and Rhys?” She asked instead and Elain nodded. “Cassian didn’t wish to attend?”

”He would have slaughtered everyone in attendance.” Elain whispered. “He wanted to come. Rhys talked him out of it. He asked him to stay with Feyre.” That did nothing to ease the knot in her stomach. “Azriel has not returned yet. Feyre, well she’s with healers as we speak, not that she’s allowed to winnow.”

Right, the healers that Nesta was bargained for. She wondered how Eris snuck them out with the wedding. Maybe they would return in time to not even be missed. Elain sat down on the closest end of the couch. She looked up at her sister with her sad doe eyes. 

“Rhys has no idea the consequences of the decisions he is making.”

Nesta frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Elain didn’t answer her question. She stared at the empty dress holder. Instead, she asked another of her own. 

“Is your gown being tailored?” 

“It is.” 

Nesta went around and took her place back on the opposite end of the couch, curling up on it while ensuring the robe stayed in place. She thenpicked her book back up and opened it. It felt rude to ignore her sister but what else did she have to say? 

“Are these your permanent quarters?” Elain asked as if to spite her for trying to read. 

“I hope so. His are across the hall. I shutter to think about being forced to share a bed every night with him.” 

“He’s no worse than what you bedded in Valeris.” 

Nesta’s head jerked up and Elain bursted out with a laugh. Nesta kicked her which made Elain laugh harder. 

“I am not wrong,” she giggled. 

Surprisingly, Nesta laughed too. She couldn’t remember the last time her and Elain acted like true sisters. It was long before their mother passed. If Nesta was honest with herself, it was nice Elain wasn’t handling her with gloves. Or worse, for Nesta to be too defensive. 

“I suppose not,” she sighed, her laughter dying down.

They spent the next hour talking, Elain asking subtle questions about Nesta’s time at the house so far. She explained how dinner was interesting but didn’t go into detail beyond the brothers rude remarks. If the Lady was right and the walls had ears, she had to be careful. Even Eris had warned once already. 

“Your hair is beautiful. Do you do it yourself?” Elain’s gaze went to the rose clip. 

“Opal and Lynn did my hair. They’re a lot like Nuala and Cerridwen. They don’t really talk to me.” She shifted uncomfortably. “Opal talks the most. I think I only heard Lynn tell me her name.”

“They will open up to you, I’m sure.” Elain gave a polite smile. 

Another knock came. This time she didn’t have to wonder who it was. She put her book away, resigned to reading it later and answered the door. As expected Asher had once again came this time with Rhysand. 

“Rhys,” Nesta greeted him with no emotion, letting him into the room. 

“Nesta.” He nodded in return. 

They were silent, the three of them, once the door shut. So much it was almost deafening. Rhys sighed loudly and took a seat on the couch. Nesta wanted to roll her eyes. 

“Are you to walk me down the aisle?” Nesta asked, crossing her arms. “Or however the customs for weddings are in this realm?”

”Yes, Nesta.” He glanced up at her. He looked tired but not as tired as he did before she left. “I know that I haven’t been the kindest to you. But I am eternally grateful for what you’re doing.”

”I’m not doing it for you,” she hissed back. 

“I know. For that I am even more grateful.”

She bristled even if she didn’t understand why it bothered her so. She was certainly not sitting next to him. So she held her robe tight and grabbed the chair that had been pushed to the side and brought it forward. When she was seated, she looked over to him again. 

“Beron asked me to show him where Velaris was when I arrived. I told him I couldn’t read a map.”

Rhys and Elain both snorted a laugh. Nesta decided right then she may as well come clean and admit the other things she said. 

“I also told him I wasn’t allowed to leave the house as punishment, when he asked how the governing system worked for Velaris.” Their laughter stopped and she stared at the floor. “I- I said some things about Feyre I didn’t mean. I also said you were jumping at the chance to be rid of me.” 

“That’s why he was shocked to see us.” She could feel Rhys staring at her, probably glaring. His tone however was neutral when he said, “Thank you for protecting the city, Nesta.”

She looked up in shock. “You’re not angry with me?” 

“I’m too tired to be angry,” Rhy shrugged, picking at his suit. “Beron has already put forth his demands now that our courts are ‘better aligned’. I told him I was only here because my mate insisted someone be present. If he wanted to talk business, we would do it later.”  

Thankfully there was yet another knock. Nesta didn’t have to bother getting the door this time, even as she stood to answer it. Meri came in and abruptly halted as the door shut. 

“Oh,” Meri’s eyebrows rose on her forehead. She curtsyed deep in front of Rhys. “High Lord. I wasn’t expecting-“

“It’s alright,” Rhys waved a hand as Meri straightened herself back up. “I wanted to surprise my sister. No one knew we’re coming.” 

It didn’t seem to put her at ease. She glanced nervously at Nesta and Nesta nodded in return. 

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. Made a few adjustments, but it should fit her just right.” Meri waved her hand and the dress appeared on the stand. 

Elain gasped, looking it over. “Oh Nesta, that’s beautiful.” 

“Wait until you see it on her,” Meri said proudly. 

Nesta wished Áine had returned with her, as she followed Meri behind the screen. She couldn’t blame her for not wanting to be in the same room as Rhys. Which made Nesta resent him just a little bit more. Meri helped her into the dress; the small changes made it so it fit her even better than before. She came around the screen while Meri held up the train and Elain gasped again. There were tears in her sister's eyes. Like this was the only wedding dress Nesta would ever be in. Even Rhys smiled. There was a scratch at her mental wall. She opened it and heard Feyre. 

Nesta, you’re beautiful. She could hear tears in her sister's voice. 

Thank you.

I love you Nesta. I love you so much. I need you to know that- 

Nesta shut the window in her mind. Any longer and hearing Feyre cry would leave her a sobbing mess as well. Besides, Nesta didn’t deserve that confession of love from Feyre. Not really. It would take more than marrying the enemy for Nesta to deserve an ounce of her love. So she held head high and pretended Rhys wasn’t frowning at her for shutting out Feyre.

“Everything appears to be in order,” Meri said and took one last walk around Nesta. Nesta forced a smile as she came back around. “The captain will escort you and your family to the temple, at the request of Lord Eris.”

“Captian?” Rhys asked, leaning his elbows onto his knees. As if it would make him less threatening. 

“Captain of the guard,” she replied curtly. “He’s outside the door.” If Rhys was offended by her response he didn’t show it. “Shall I let him in? The ceremony is soon.”

“Of course,” Rhys spoke for them.

It was a blessing she kept her eyes from rolling. Meri curtsyed before wishing Nesta the best of luck and left out the door. As promised a male entered. He had brown hair and deep brown eyes, though he was not as pale as the rest of those in Autumn. 

The male bowed. “I’m Captain Rowen Garlian, the general gave me the pleasure of escorting this beautiful female to the temple.” 

“General?” Nesta frowned, noting how her stomach flipped, immediately thinking of Cassian. 

“Lord Eris,” he replied. 

“Right, apologies,” she said. 

Eris was a general? The cauldron was surely making fun of her at this point. A scrap came against her mind walls. She wanted to ignore it but opened a window against her better judgment. 

You’re supposed to be happy, so maybe act like it. Rhys hissed into her mind. 

She slammed her walls shut. As if she had forgotten. If there were still gods they surely hated Nesta, for her to have to suffer these men- males, she corrected herself- like this. Elain stood, drawing her attention. She seemed worried but quickly schooled her features. 

“Shall we?” 

Politeness never sounded forced from her. 

Before they left Rhys threw some magic on her- to keep the dress clean or so he said. She opted to believe it when Elain nor the guard had any comments. It was a long and quiet walk. They saw no one in the halls as they passed, which Nesta found strange. They followed the captain out a different door than the main hall entrance. 

She was again struck by how beautiful the trees in autumn were. Just ahead across a wide path was the temple. It too, looked to be a large tree, the stones covered in moss and a grove in the back with the leaves casting a silhouette. There was a male at the door as they approached. It was Piran, she remembered. Unlike last night he was far more subdued, not looking any of them in the eyes. It made Nesta sick to her stomach. 

“High Lord,” he bowed. “If you will come wait in the foyer, I will escort Lady Elain to her seat.” 

Elain turned and came up to Nesta. She gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. She then followed Piran into the temple and behind them, her and Rhysand followed. The captain did not follow them in. It was a small closed off foyer, sconces all on the walls to illuminate where there were no windows. Piran held out his arm and together they slipped through the door. Nesta was standing too far to the left to see inside but heard the chatter. 

She wanted to vomit. 

“You can do this,” Rhys whispered. “I believe in you.” 

“I’m surprised,” Nesta whispered back. “Considering you think I fuck everything else up.” 

Rhys rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. Piran came back out and wordlessly nodded to them. Rhys held out his arm and Nesta begrudgingly took it. They came to the door and the sanctuary was full, everyone silencing as she appeared in the doorway with Rhys. Only a soft piano played to fill the silence. Her stomach flipped again as all eyes went to her but she bit the inside of her cheek.

She held her head high and focused her gaze forward on the Priestess ahead. Her heart ached for Gwyn and Emerie, wishing they could be there for her. As she walked arm in arm with Rhysand, she dared to glance at Eris. She could admit he looked handsome. The outfit he adorned was different from his usual attire. A long, sleeveless burnt orange robe with what seemed to be red detailing. Under that was a long sleeved white shirt. The sleeves appeared puffy and were cuffed at the wrists. The sleeves also adorned the same threading details her dress had. In another life, this is the wedding she would have wanted. 

Maybe in another life, he would have been the groom she wanted too. 

She also admitted he was a good actor; in that moment he seemed stunned at her, like a real groom would. She watched his gaze run over her and when his soft amber eyes met hers, even at a distance he looked away. Like he wasn’t supposed to be staring at her. Like she had caught him even though his staring was technically warranted. She tried to not frown. When they reached the end, Eris gave Rhysand a nod and then held out his left hand to Nesta. 

For a split moment, she thought about not taking it. It felt too permanent. As if this was her choice to make and by doing so, would change everything. Elain’s voice rang in her mind from earlier about the consequences for the choices being made. But they were not hers to make. 

Without another thought she took his hand in her own. 

The time did not stop for her. The world did not flip in on itself. He helped her up onto the rise and she stood before him. The Priestess smiled at her, the stone on her forehead flashing from the lit sconces. Eris did not let her go as the Priestess started to speak in a language Nesta did not know. She tried to pull her hand away but Eris held a firm grip on it. 

The Priestess nodded and Eris lifted their hands up. She pulled a deep green ribbon from her pocket and began to wrap it around Nesta and Eris’s hands. She still was speaking what Nesta remembered Áine called the ancient Autumn language. She watched it as it was wound snug around their joined hands. She swore the ribbon glowed the more that was added. Finally a bow was tied and the Priestess let it go. 

She spoke normally. “I will ask you both to repeat the vow. This vow is not bound by magic but bound by duty and love you share with each other.” 

Nesta bit her tongue again. The priestess continued. 

“You, Eris Vanserra, promise to be a righteous and dutiful husband. You honor the Vanserra family and the Autumn Court through this marriage with Nesta Archeron. You ask the mother to bless this union between you, to guide you to be a pillar of support for herself and for the family you will create.”

Even Eris looked like he had been biting his tongue. He stared directly into Nesta’s eyes as he spoke, repeating what the priestess said. 

“You, Nesta Archeron, promise to be a righteous and dutiful wife. You honor your family, your former home in the Night Court, and your new home here in the Autumn Court through this marriage with Eris Vanserra. You ask the mother to bless this union, to guide you as you serve and support your new husband. You ask The Mother to bless your womb so you may honor her image through the children you will bear.”

Nesta tensed at the last part. Words felt heavy on her tongue though she did not show it as she repeated the words. She nearly stumbled on the ‘serve and support’ and her stomach churned again as she repeated the last bit. 

The ribbon glowed, glittering and in an instant lighting aflame. Nesta gasped; in the ribbon’s place were two solid rings. 

“It is my honor to be the vessel that pronounces you, by The Mother, husband and wife.” 

The Priestess smiled and the room erupted into applause. There was no romantic gesture on Eris’s part. He let go of her hand gently and offered his arm as he faced the aisle towards the door. In a daze, she took it. As they walked past her sister and Rhys she noticed Elain watched her while Rhys glowered at Eris. It was when they exited the door that the reality of the situation truly hit her. 

She entered that temple as an Archeron and walked out of it as a Vanserra. 

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For your amazing POL universe, if you ever feel so inclined, how does Emily find out about the way her parents met?

Her parents have always been open about how they met–the ink spilled breathlessly telling the story of their capture and rescue was not exactly something you could keep quiet–but it is something they never really talk about with their children. 

Emily has always thought the picture that hangs in her parents bedroom–the black and white photo of her mother staring out the window of a hotel room, the light knifing across her eyes, her bare shoulder in shadow–was artful and pretty. She knows what the certificate next to it means, too. She knows it is a big deal. But it isn’t until now, until fifth grade, that she thinks to look at it with a more careful eye. 

It isn’t until now that she notices the hollow beneath her mother’s cheekbones, the greasy string of her hair, the somewhat desperate, wide look to the sclera of her mother’s eyes. 

She hears whispers at school, Did you know…? but no one has been brave enough to ask her about it outright. Though she did once overhear a seventh grader saying to Franky Edgerton “…I bet their house has like, bars for doors. Like a jail, you know? I bet they get off on it.” 

She wasn’t exactly sure what the seventh grader meant, but knows it isn’t good. Franky’s eyes went wide when Emily came around the corner. Franky used to have a crush on her. Now Franky avoids her gaze. 

“What cha up to, Pip?” comes her mother’s bright voice from behind her, using the nickname she’s had since she can remember. Emily jumps a little and turns to see her mother standing in the bedroom doorway, a full basket of folded laundry resting on her hip.

“Sorry,” says her mom with a small smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” Emily says, turning back to the photo on the wall. “I’m just looking at pictures.”

“I see that,” Dana Scully says gently, coming into the room and setting the laundry basket on the bed. Emily can feel her hovering behind her. 

“Grandma says you shouldn’t have this picture hanging in the house, even though it won an important prize,” Emily finally says, turning to her mother. It’s an opening salvo to see if her mother will actually talk to her or shut her down. She feels a little bit brave and a little bit reckless.

“I can see your grandma saying that,” her mom says evenly. “Though I’m surprised she said it to you.”

Emily shrugs. “She said it to Uncle Bill.”

“Ah,” her mom says with understanding. Then, “And what do you think about that picture?”

Emily feels a thrumming bit of excitement. Maybe a little apprehension. She turns back to it. It’s easier, somehow, to look at the picture right now than it is to look at her mom in the flesh. 

“I think…” she starts. “I think you look scared in it. I never noticed it before, but I think you look scared.” Her mom lowers herself to sit on the bed. “Were you scared when Daddy took it?”

At this, her mom nods softly. “Yes,” she answers. “But not of him.”

Behind her, the bed creaks gently as her mother shifts. 

“What do you know about that picture, Emily?” she goes on. 

Pip is no longer in use. Not even Em. Emily, her mother says. This is now a serious, adult conversation, and she wants to be serious and adult-like herself. 

Still, she has to muster a little courage to respond. 

“You and Daddy were held prisoner,” she finally says, turning back to her mom.

“That’s right.”

“In Africa.”

Her mother nods. 

“And you got rescued by the Navy.”

Her mother nods a little more slowly, but Emily can feel that the conversation isn’t over. She’s allowed to ask questions if she wants. 

“You were held in the same room. You didn’t know each other.” She feels a little more brave when her mom answers. 

“Yes, that’s right.”

“That would be scary,” Emily says, looking down and away. A month ago, she’d been walking to the park with a couple of friends when a man leaned out of his car and catcalled them. They’d all looked at each other and giggled, but it was an uncomfortable laugh, and Emily recognizes that same, dawning feeling of wariness now. 

Her mother reaches forward and pulls on her sleeve, urging Emily to sit next to her. She tucks a lock of Emily’s hair behind her ear.

“Your daddy was there first,” her mother says. “And when I walked into that room, he wasn’t scary at all. He made a joke about the room service being bad. And do you know what else he did?”

Emily shakes her head and raises her eyes to meet her mother’s

“He took my picture,” Scully says with a smile. 

Emily chuffs a small laugh. “That sounds like Dad.”

The moment settles things between them, and they sit in silence, both of them eventually looking back up at the photo. 

“Do you want to know what I see when I look at that picture?” Her mother asks her quietly. 

“What?” Emily asks after a moment, her voice coming out like a whisper. 

“I see a brave woman who endured a scary thing.”

Emily glances up at her mom’s face, the angle the same as from the photograph. She looks different now, Emily thinks. Older, yes, but also stronger, more self-assured. Happy. 

“And do you know what I feel when I look at that picture?” 

Emily is suddenly desperate to know. So desperate, she can’t put a voice to it. 

Her mother turns to her, leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead. 

“I feel the love Daddy felt for me when he snapped that photograph. And his love has only grown since.”

Emily turns back to the picture. 

“Do you feel it too, Pip?” her mother’s voice is soft. Strong. 

“Yes,” Emily breathes. And she does. 

“That’s why it’s on the wall, Em.” Her mom stands, runs her fingers through her daughter’s hair a few times, and then grabs the laundry basket, ducking quietly out of the room.