#lets all pretend like she wouldn't be able to move very much

[endcrman]

Allostasis

(Chapter 4)

As a general rule of thumb, Grian doesn’t do public servers for a multitude of reasons. This one hadn’t even made it onto the list.

TW for PTSD symptoms, Self-Neglect, and minor Disordered Eating (All of these very minor in this chapter)

Read the whole fic here. (Here for Ao3/mobile.)

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Getting back into the swing of things was easier said than done, Grian quickly found out. Nobody expected him to be normal again immediately, nobody except for himself, which was enough of a stressor he didn’t need.

He wasn’t prepared for the effort it took him to not just start wallowing in bed again, every morning began with a fight to get himself out of bed. Most days he managed, others he needed a little help. He tried not to think about how when he wasn’t out in a couple hours, somebody was flying by and checking in on him, he tried not to think about how much work he was being for everyone else.

He didn't like being work, he didn't like being an issue, even if everyone insisted he wasn't, he knew better.

He knew if it weren't for the week he spent in bed by himself, he wouldn't be receiving so many gifted meals. “Leftovers” he was told they were, as if anyone had leftovers in this server, he was being coddled; but damn if it wasn't the best he'd eaten in months, even with the guilt that piled on with every meal.

When he could, he threw himself into his own work, be it fishing, building, or being harassed by his friends at the permit office. It helped him feel normal again, being able to pretend nothing had been wrong in the first place.

“Hey Grian!”

Like he’d been doing just now.

“How’s the fishing going?” Gem had come up behind him without him noticing, which seemed to happen often while he was focused on the river. Not Gem specifically, just in general.

“Lots of junk,” he glanced over to see Gem without pulling his attention away from the bobber in the water for too long. “Plenty of fish though too, you hungry?”

She laughed a little, sitting on a nearby barrel. “I think I’m doing alright. What are you fishing for today anyways?”

What was he fishing for? He already caught his mending book a while ago, it was just a good mindless activity. He shrugged, reeling in the next bite, a cod. “Good to get me out and moving,” he admitted, casting again. “Keeps me from wasting away in bed all day.”

Gem was quiet for a bit, which made him nervous. “I’m proud of you,” she said after a while, which made him scrunch up his face.

“Ugh, no, no serious talk,” he said, laughing a little to try and lighten the mood. “Come be normal and fish with me. I need normal.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed right back, getting off the barrel to join him on the dock, sitting down to dip her feet in the water as she rummaged around for her own rod. “Let’s be normal together, whatever that is.”

“Normal for us,” Grian reiterated, soon realizing just how much his own feet were starting to hurt, just how long had he been out here? Eventually he was joining Gem, sitting cross-legged next to her. “So what’s your angle here?”

“My angle,” Gem repeated, reeling in and casting out again before she continued. “Why do I need an angle? Can’t I just want to hang out with my fishing buddy?”

“Nobody wants to just hang out with me right now,” Grian realized how bad that sounded as soon as it came out of his mouth, wincing. “I mean- that’s not-”

“I get it,” Gem interrupted him, and he let out a relieved sigh at not having to explain himself. “I’m not here to mother hen you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just missed you.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, watching as his bobber sank beneath the water, too distracted to pull it back. “You wouldn't believe all the attention I'm getting right now, it's embarrassing.”

Another successful catch and cast from Gem. “We all feel a little guilty for not noticing sooner,” she explained, keeping her own gaze focused on the water. “I can't speak for everyone, of course, but we're trying to make up for it, I think.”

“We're veering off into serious territory again, Gem,” Grian warned, though he did nothing to stop it, hypocritical as he was. “Don't feel guilty, okay? It's not your fault, it's not anybody's fault.” Just his own. 

She barked a laugh at that, finally tearing her eyes away from the water again. “Easier said than done, but I'll try. You'll just have to convince everyone else now. You know Mumbo's worked himself up into a mess about all this, right?”

He grimaced, reeling in his empty line to set the rod aside, laying back on the dock to look up at the sky. Yeah, he knew. “I'm fine now, obviously. He knows he can just come talk to me, instead of sending you to do it.”

“Hey! I came here of my own volition!” Gem scoffed, sounding teasingly offended. “My ulterior motive is totally different from whatever he's got going on.”

Grian quirked a brow, turning his head to look at Gem again, who had a grin on her face now. “Ulterior motive, you say?”

“Well…” She drawled, reeling in another catch before setting her rod aside as well. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes when she finally looked back over at him. “You didn't hear it from me, but I think my little snail friend has been missing her usual company as well.”

It was almost embarrassing, how quickly he sat up at the mere mention of mischief. “Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. I could probably pass the message along,” he hummed, resting his chin on his hand as if deep in thought. That didn't last long though, soon enough he had a grin that matched Gem's, far too excited at the prospect to play coy. “I wonder if they’d like to see just how much Scar’s train has grown since the last time they visited.”

Gem threw her head back and laughed, scrambling to her feet. “I’m sure that’d be fantastic enrichment for them, we should see what they think.”

Grian followed her up, groaning as he was standing again on his own aching feet, but he was too excited to complain, adrenaline already pumping through his veins. “I bet I can beat you there,” he challenged, darting off before Gem could even react and cackling when she finally did shout out behind him.

He could almost hear her footsteps in the grass behind him, her own laughter quiet compared to the wind whipping past his ears as he picked up speed. Scar’s build wasn’t too far from his dock, thankfully, but he could already feel his lungs aching. He yelped as he tripped, just about falling head over heels as he rolled the last couple of feet, sprawled out on the grass as the world spun around him.

“Grian!” Gem sounded worried, and her steps slowed down as she stopped next to him, looking down from above. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, the world finally settling around him, then he cackled again and the worried look slid right off of Gem's face. “Never better!” He wheezed, starting to push himself up. Once he was sitting and catching his breath, he fluffed up his wings for a second so the feathers would lay flat again, slightly askew from his tumble. He was sure he looked like a mess in other ways too, grass stains on his knees and elbows, wild-eyed and flushed, but he couldn't bring himself to care, laughing again as Gem offered a hand to help haul him up on his feet once more.

Hearing Gem's laughter in return, he felt lighter than he had in a long time. “You are ridiculous,” she scolded, snickering regardless. “If that was a fair race I totally would have beat you.”

“Pfft, what? That was absolutely fair,” he bluffed, crossing his arms, though the look Gem gave him had him laughing yet again. “Okay. Okay, next time it'll be fair. Snails now?”

There was a pause, Gem narrowing her gaze as she crossed her own arms, but soon enough her grin was breaking through once more. “Alright, snails now.”

The two of them definitely didn't do anything but supervise as the snails did their work, eager to harass Scar and his build yet again. It really was a beautiful train so far, Grian almost felt guilty setting loose base-eating snails on it. Almost. They were small enough that the damage was barely there, just enough to be annoying, which was always his goal.

He and Gem were giggling again when they finally parted ways for the evening, prank left behind for Scar to find later, depending on when he decided to return home. Grian had his own goal now, the time with Gem making him realize just how much he missed his other friends too. Even when he was actively trying to take care of himself he was isolating and he hadn't even realized it. What else was he doing wrong?

Instead of dwelling, he found himself outside of Mumbo's base, the Mothball or whatever— surely he could come up with a better name than that, right? Cupping his hands around his mouth, he realized how helpful a horn would be in this situation. “Hey! Mumbo!”

Mumbo’s face looking through the barred windows startled him, he was almost expecting to have to go on a server-wide search he didn’t think he had the energy for. “Grian?” His eyes widened, and Grian could see his mustache curl into a smile even from this distance. “Hang on a moment, I’ll be right down!” And he disappeared again.

Grian had to stifle his laughter as Mumbo all but fell out of the hanging base, a hand clamped over his mouth as he tried to keep quiet. He mostly had it under control by the time Mumbo was up on his feet again, suit rumpled and hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. “Hi Mumbo,” his amusement was obvious, even without the laughter.

Before anything else could happen he was swept up in Mumbo’s arms, the sudden action forcing a squeak out of him as his feet left the ground, kicking a little. “Mumboooo!” He wailed, the dam holding back his laughter bursting once again. He stumbled when he was finally allowed to touch the ground again, arms out to keep his balance.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mumbo didn’t sound too sorry, more for the inconvenience than what he’d actually done, mirroring Grian’s smile with laughter in his own voice. “I just- I’ve missed you is all,” his tone petered off into something a bit more nervous as he wrung his hands together, “Scar told me a bit of what happened.”

Those words were spine chilling, and Grian felt his face fall. “He did?”

“No details!” Mumbo quickly assured him, hands landing on his shoulders. “He- he told me you weren’t telling Joel either so-” Grian felt himself relaxing a little as Mumbo squeezed gently. “He told me that something… serious happened, when we went offworld. I thought that maybe- but I- you were-” He sighed, hanging his head. “I’m sorry, Grian, truly.”

“Oh, Mumbo, no,” Grian tilted his own head forwards, bumping foreheads with his friend. “Is that why you haven’t come to see me yet?” He asked, trying to tease, “too busy feeling guilty?” Mumbo opened his mouth and closed it again, gaping a little like a fish, which meant his answer was yes, and he just didn’t want to admit it. Grian sighed, pulling away a little so Mumbo’s hands slid off his shoulders, taking one of them in his own. “Come on. We’re hanging out, no guilty feelings on my watch. Done and over with, show me what you’ve been working on.”

Mumbo perked up at that, like he always did when Grian asked about his redstone. “Well, you see, since I figured out how to get up into my base, I’ve started working on a way to categorize and organize my builds,” he said beginning to tug Grian along to show him just what he was working on, gesturing as he spoke, “if you break it down to it’s bare components it’s quite simple actually-”

Grian almost laughed at that— simple, as if— but instead he let Mumbo’s words wash over him, nodding and humming as expected. He might not have been picking up on too much of the specifics of the redstone, but it wasn’t like it was something he’d be using himself, the time spent with Mumbo was much more valuable than any redstone engineering.

“—and you’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

The words Mumbo was actually saying finally parsed in Grian’s brain, after however long of just listening without comprehending, and it made him squawk in offense. “I am too! You’ve got a- um- it’s like… a modified passcode kind of thing,” Grian bit his lower lip, waving his hand a little. “Right?”

Mumbo smiled so warmly at that, and the nod he got almost had him celebrating outwardly too. “Did you guess that, or were you actually listening to me?”

“A little bit of both,” Grian admitted with a snicker, shrugging slightly. “Sorry, I just like being here with you.” He didn’t mean for that to come out as mushy as it did, but Mumbo only looked even happier at the confession, so he didn’t mind quite too much. “Don't let it go to your head,” he tried to save.

“Aw, Grian,” Mumbo wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a side hug even as he pouted. “I like being here with you too.”

Grian huffed, reluctantly leaning into the other, his hesitance more for show than anything else. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he sighed, relaxing even more after a moment. He definitely didn’t stretch out a wing around Mumbo, and thankfully the other knew better than to comment on it, eventually continuing to explain the redstone in front of them; and Grian was actually starting to pick up on a couple of things. It wasn’t like he was clueless about redstone, he’d built a couple of contraptions at this point! He just hadn’t picked up quite the amount of knowledge Mumbo had yet.

“Are you getting tired?” Were the next couple of words directed at him, having Grian blinking his eyes open and lifting his head off of Mumbo’s shoulder.

“Huh?”

He heard Mumbo’s laugh, shaking him awake from his half-asleep daze, bringing him back to reality. “I asked if you were getting tired, but I think that’s answer enough. Let’s get you home, birdie.”

He scrunched up his face at the nickname, which just made Mumbo laugh again. “No, I’m fine. I don’t need to,” he protested, even as he allowed Mumbo to take the lead, undoubtedly leading him back to his base regardless.

“You’ve practically been sleepwalking the past half hour,” he sounded amused at least, rather than bothered or annoyed. “I appreciate the company, especially after so long, but you don’t need to stay up for my sake, G.”

“I can take care of myself, you know,” Grian huffed, falling in step with him, “nobody thinks so but I can, I’m a grown man damn it,” he wasn’t even mad at Mumbo specifically, he didn’t think he could be truly. “I shouldn’t have to be anybody’s responsibility.”

Mumbo was quiet, waiting for him to finish it seemed, because he only spoke when it seemed Grian wasn’t going to continue. “Nobody’s saying you aren’t, Grian,” his voice was purposefully even and patient, “but you’re going through a rough time, and we don’t want you to come out the other end hurt, or worse.”

He scowled a little at the thought, shaking his head. “But I’m fine now, I don’t need everyone babying me because they’re scared I’m going to- to-” He gestured with his hands, something he couldn’t describe. “-I don’t even know! But I’m not going to, I’m fine!” Even hanging out with Gem earlier, even though she had promised she wasn’t going to treat him like that, there was something unspoken in the air; and now with Mumbo too.

“Grian, I’m not trying to start an argument with you right now,” Mumbo rolled his eyes, Grian was sure of it, even if he couldn’t see it. He was being ridiculous after all. “Everybody here needs a bit of help sometimes, you just got unlucky enough that everyone else noticed, instead of just me or Pearl.”

“Scar and Joel and their blabbermouths,” Grian mumbled, kicking at the grass as they continued to walk.

“They mean well,” he was reminded.

“I know, that’s why it sucks that I can’t be mad at them,” he sighed, “everybody here means well. Bane of my existence, being cared for,” he snorted, even if Mumbo didn’t laugh with him that time.

“Grian…”

“I just wish you guys would tell me when I’m too much, I know I am sometimes,” he pouted, “I’ve been told before.” Mostly it was just when a prank went a little too far, and he had to help clean up and was told not to do it again. Which was just fine and totally fair, he just wished they’d do the same here.

“Grian, that’s not-”

“I wouldn’t get upset, even! I’d rather you guys tell me instead of working so hard to coddle me,” Grian cut him off. “Let me handle myself before I scare everyone away,” he sighed, voice dropping in volume as he crossed his arms tightly, almost hugging himself. “Sorry.”

Mumbo stopped walking, turning to face him again, and Grian couldn’t help but shrink even more under his gaze. “Grian…” Hands on his cheeks gently tilted his head up, forcing him to make eye contact as much as he was trying to avoid it. “Everyone’s trying to help because they want to, not because they feel like they have to. We like you, you’re our friend, and we hate seeing you hurt. I know you have a hard time accepting it, but you deserve it, okay? You’re not too much, and you’re not scaring anyone away.”

He wasn’t going to cry, he refused. He sniffled softly, looking away. “Okay.” Grian took a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment. “... Thank you.”

“Any time, G.” Mumbo’s hand found his shoulder again, just a gentle pressure that soon slid off. “Will you be okay tonight, when you get home?” Alone remained unsaid, though implied.

He opened his eyes again, meeting Mumbo’s eyes on purpose now. “I think so, yeah. You could always check in on me tomorrow, make sure I’m not getting up to any trouble?”

That made Mumbo smile again, easing the growing tension. “You are known to get up to trouble, true. I suppose I better put it on my calendar.” 

Grian laughed, finally starting towards his base again, checking behind himself to make sure he was being followed. “Don’t lie to me, you don’t have a calendar.”

“I could! You don’t know that,” Mumbo protested, then after a moment or two he sighed, hanging his head. “No, you’re right. I don’t.”

“I know you,” Grian scolded, snickering softly, he almost didn’t notice as they finally made it to his base, sun setting in the distance. “... No more avoiding me, okay?”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” Mumbo’s answer was immediate, then he looked a little guilty again. “No, I… I’m sorry. I’ll be over tomorrow, I promise.”

He smiled softly, nodding. “Good, I'll hold you to that,” he hummed, hesitating before giving Mumbo a quick hug, pulling away just as quickly. Mumbo had his own smile back, and Grian considered that a success. They split easily after that, Mumbo headed back to his base as Grian made his way up into his own.

Honestly, he was almost too excited to sleep. He found himself in his bed too easily, comfortable under the covers, but otherwise tossing and turning, thinking about tomorrow. It was a little ridiculous, he thought, they hadn't even made proper plans, but he couldn't help it, eager for things to be like they were again.

He was finally pulled out of his futile attempts at sleep by his comm going off, notification distinct from that 

samgladiator: hey. i know youre ignoring me and that's totally fine and i get it, i promise.

samgladiator: but ellen found out i had your comm address and basically begged me to let you know they say hi, lol. they said they miss you

Grian's stomach lurched, and he quickly hit the power again, turning off the screen. No, he wasn't thinking about this tonight. He took a deep breath, holding it in. He hadn’t spoken to Ellen in ages, he’d wager it had been over a decade even. They still thought about him?

He let out a slow breath, feeling his heartbeat slowing just a bit, he hadn’t even noticed how much it had sped up in the first place. He wasn’t going to freak out, he refused. Grian took another deep breath, setting his comm aside as he continued breathing deeply, laying back onto his bed.

Tomorrow. This was all a problem for tomorrow.

[purplesuitcowboy]

tw: incest (older brother x younger sister), and rape

“Are you sure that I have to sit like this for you to work on your knot tying? This is a really weird class project.” his baby sister asked from her position on the floor. Sophie awkwardly sat hunched over on her knees with her hands clasped together under her ass.

“Yeah, that’s what the instructor said,” Cade told her, tying her clasped hands tightly to her feet. She gritted her teeth as the course rope dug into her skin.

“Be careful! That hurts."

He tugged at the ropes, and when he was satisfied with their tautness, he moved away from her to look over his handy work.

“Okay, try it now," he continued, like he hadn't heard her. "Can you move?”

She squirmed, trying to get free, but she only managed to lurch forward, landing on her shoulder and her cheek. While she struggled, her brother sat back on his haunches, admiring her tight ass as it wriggled in his face. Her little denim shorts were pulled tight over her cunt highlighting the shape of her pussy lips. Absentmindedly, he palmed at his hardening cock through his jeans.

“Alright, I can’t get up,” she said to him as she continued to struggle against her bounds. “Can you untie me now?”

“In a minute, I just want to try something first,” he told her.

“Cade, no,” she replied annoyed. “Untie me, now.”

Instead of untying her, he leaned forward and grabbed the rope that bound her hands to pull her towards him. She grunted as her knees and shoulders dragged against the rough ground. If this situation wasn't bad enough, she was going to get grass in her hair. He positioned himself between her legs. He placed his hands on her ass, rubbing at the soft flesh appreciatively. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and then the other, enjoying the way her ass shook in response to his actions.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Cade, let me go."

Her brother laughed as he rubbed at the reddened skin. "I don't know, Sophie. I think, I prefer you like this. It suits you."

"That's not funny," she told him which earned her a snort from her brother.

"Who said that I was joking?" To the best of her ability, she gawked at him. He treated her to a smile in return. His precious baby sister, she had no idea that'd been day dreaming about fucking her for months. She lounged around the house in her skimpy tank tops and short shorts, seemingly inviting him to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck her until she couldn't stand. He'd say that she was doing it on purpose if he didn't know how she was. She was innocent. Their parents had always been protective of her, shielding her from the world through homeschooling. It was a shame that they couldn't shield her from him.

He rested one hand on her ass, and over the denim of her shorts, rubbed at her pussy with his thumb. She felt a warmth bloom between her legs as he continued to rub at her pussy through her shorts. She wasn't entirely sure why by his touch was making her feel weird. She squirmed in her bonds, trying to make the feeling go away but it didn't work. Cade pulled her back him, grabbing her by her bound hands and yanking her closer. He rooted around in his pockets and pulled out his utility knife. At the familiar sound of the knife edge releasing from its sheath, Sophie relaxed, expecting him to finally relent and cut her free. She was confused, however,when he slipped the blade under the crotch her of her shorts. She could feel the cool metal through her panties and it made her shiver.

"Cade," she asked him, cautiously. "What are you doing?"

He ignored her question, focusing his attention on cutting open the crotch of her shorts and then her underwear. He pulled at the fabric, getting it out of his way. Finally, he could see her sweet pussy. The juicy pink flesh reminded him of ripe summer strawberries. Entranced, he dipped his head down between her legs to suck on her clit. Sophie gasps at the sensation, and tries to wriggle away from him.

"Wait, no. Don't put your mouth down there. That's gross."

"It's okay," he said, easing a finger into her hole. "It's just the two of us. You don't have to pretend that you don't like it."

She gasp at the intrusion, clenching her pussy around his finger. He dipped his head back down between her legs, licking and sucking while he slowly pumped his finger in and out. The taste of her was almost addictive. He wasn't in such a hurry to fuck her, he'd spend all day like this with his mouth on her cunt, lapping up her juices. He added another finger, scissoring them to stretch out her hole, which earned him a whine from his sister. Despite her earlier resistance, she kept trying to rock her hips back onto his fingers and tongue.

"Uh, Cade," she told him, amid her pants and whines. "You gotta stop. I feel weird."

He didn't stop, though, just continued to fuck her with his fingers and his until her words had turned into unintelligible babbling. She quivered and shook while she came, her toes curling and hands clenching around nothing as her body was wracked with pleasure. Cade was greedy. One orgasm wasn't enough. He wanted to watch her come apart at his hands. He kept licking her, kept pumping her pussy with his fingers until she came again. He liked her tied up like this, at his mercy and unable to do anything to stop him.

Unable to resist any longer, he removed his fingers from her cunt to release his cock from the confines of his jeans. She craned her head to see what was happening but through the haze of pleasure, couldn't really decipher what she was seeing. Why was he taking his man-thing out? Rubbing the head of his cock against her slick lips, he coated himself in her juices. He positioned the head at her entrance, and in one stroke, filled her completely.

She let out a yelp, surprised by the sudden painful intrusion. She felt like she was being split in half. She felt like he was trying to plow through her pussy and straight into her guts. Her eyes began to well with tears as her body was overwhelmed with sensations. Cade grunted from his position above her, as he fucked her. She felt even better than he thought that she would. He should have given her a moment to adjust, he knew she was a virgin, but he couldn't wait any longer. He'd go easier on her the next time.

Gradually, she began to adjust to the sensation and it stopped being painful. She still ached, but it was accompanied by pleasure. She was chanting her brother's name as he fucked her. Her voice spiked into a pleasured squeal as his fingers found her clit.

"Come on, I know you have another one in you," he told her.

She didn't believe him. She was so achy and sensitive but she felt warm beginning to grow in her gut. It grew and grew until it overwhelmed her and she came again. His orgasm quickly followed. He pushed his cock in deeper and deeper until the head kissed her cervix. With a loud groan, he filled her cunt with his cum. His cock felt uncomfortably sensitive as he pulled out of her cunt, it seemed to cling to his shaft like it didn't want him to leave. His cum leaked out of her cunt, dripping onto her bound hands and feet.

"Okay," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Now, I think that I can let you go."

[frmisnow]

˙✧˖ ?! — MORNING MISTAKES. - SUGGESTIVE

— ‧₊˚ — ☕️ : "oh wow, i just knew i was forgetting something when i leaving ??"

summary. your boyfriend forgets his coffee for practice on purpose every day just so you "happen" to come across it and bring it to him -- what if on one particular day it's hard for him to let you leave the practice room?

warnings/includes. idol! jungkook x f! reader, needy kook (rly rly doesn't want you leaving him), kinda fluffy?? idk he's so dear to me, also kinda SUGGESTIVE tho, pretty new relationship hinted?, making out, cursing, ass slapping/touching

god you felt like you were in highschool again.

that silly little tingling feeling in your tummy as you made your way through the large hybe building, the receptionist just giving you a quick glance with that familar smile that she has been giving you ever since kook has been making his annual 'slip-offs' or as he calls it: "morning mistakes"

i mean- he was so painfully obvious about it, every time you entered the black dance practice room that instantly made you feel small, his background dancers started giggling somewhere in the background sometimes even pushing him towards you, apropos him- who was always smiling like an idiot, like he just got caught red-handed on an accident yet at the same time his acting always being horribly poor.

this time when you came into the room he was immediately at the door, like he had been studying the clock analysing when you might show up, playing with his left lip ring, eyes wide doed as he pretended to be shocked at the coffee in your hand, "oh wow, i just knew i was forgetting something when i leaving"

before you could even think of what to respond, he kissed you so gently, his hands cupping your face with so much softness as the dancers cheered in the back, he hid his head in your nape like drunk, chuckling till pushing the both of you out the room, closing the door behind, the noises now muffled yet audible.

he kissed you once more, like he had been starved of your presence and lips for days as if he hadn't loved you in any way physically possible the night before, robbing you of any sleep.

pushing him away from your body, his hands which were just beginning to travel over you being seperated just for a split second, "you stink"

his mouth opened and closed again, that faint smirk he always did when you said any of your stupid comments plastered all over his face when he shrugged casually, "probably all the sweat from dancing with all those girls earlier, 3d is really perfor-"

you shutted him up right then & there and truthfully he was probably expecting it as his arms wrapped around your frame, greedy hands squeezing and gently kneading wherever they could - in this case your ass.

"don't do that jackass-" you mumbled against his lips, taking his hands away from your skin when in response he made that instant sound of disapproval, tiny 'tsk tsk' from his direction recognizable.

"my hands just slipped, i just had to- y'know," while he was speaking his hands 'accidently' moving to your tits, getting pushed away by yours instantly, "that's just how my hands work, you wouldn't get it" he rolled his eyes for comedic effect but whined as you guided his hands once again to himself and the choreographer shouted something something about his name VERY loudly.

he pretended not to hear a thing as he kissed you like he wouldn't be able to see you for years, like on the titanic, like forces where doing everything to seperate the both of you - which they kind of were, considering the choreographer was still yelling, footsteps approaching.

you squeezed his ass jokingly, slapping it quickly as you ran away from him, the second the choreographer stepped outside the door - immediately beginning to scold kook as all he could do is watch over your figure which was gradually getting smaller and smaller once you finally stepped into the escalator, blowing him a final dramatic kiss through the air, smiling yourself.

your ass would be getting the attention it really deserved tonight, that's what he promised himself for sure.

[unoislazy]

Jealous Mizu Headcanons

Disclaimer: A tad bit of NSFW is included in this so be warned

A/N: again, i apologize for not getting anything super extensive out. I thank you all for being so patient and so sweet!!

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Mizu’s not the type to be outwardly jealous.

She’ll get jealous but she won't say much about it, she’ll just let it fester inside her quietly until it gets to be too much and she needs an outlet.

More often than not that outlet is fighting (more on that later)

She would never think to label you as “hers”, you’re not an object that she can possess.

However, when it comes to other people being around you, she finds it very tempting to start.

Before either of you confessed, you had already made up a plan to act like you were a couple to avoid unwanted stares from men and women alike.

Turns out Mizu enjoyed that much more than she thought she would.

God help the person that decides to flirt with you while she's around

If that person happened to be Taigen? Forget the duel that man's dying TONIGHT

Mizu of course would recognize that you’re your own person and you can choose to be with whoever you want… but the thought of you choosing TAIGEN of all people is not a thought that would allow her to sleep well at night.

She would claim its for no other reason than she thinks you deserve better than a man who abandoned his engagement for honor

She wouldn’t be wrong but you wouldn’t have even been interested in Taigen in the first place so her coming up with all these reasons why you shouldn’t choose him would just be outing herself.

She refuses to come to terms with the fact that she feels jealous about anything

She would be deep in denial for as long as she could manage until someone finally calls her out on it.

Her jealousy causes her to become a tad bit possessive

She’s not the most secure person in the world when it comes to relationships no matter how hard she pretends to be

She would go above and beyond to try and make sure no one was going to try and lure you away from her.

NSFW Headcanons

(Pretty vague in favor of remaining gender neutral)

Remember how I said “More often than not that outlet is fighting”

Well the alternative to that involves you

It would be less about being possessive over you and instead it would be her way of proving to you she can give you more pleasure than anyone else

And she would without a doubt prove that successfully

She might not be incredibly experienced but you wouldn't have been able to tell that by the way she treated you

Despite her feelings she would actually be extremely gentle with you

It’s not your fault she's mad that other people also find you attractive, so she’d have no reason to be angry with you.

Which means praise. Lots and lots of praise

Constantly reminding you how pretty/handsome you look while beneath her

What, you thought she wasn’t going to pin you down? That’s like her signature move at this point, she’s GOING to be on top.

She would take an opportunity handed to her to tease you and usually that meant one of two things

She teased you with compliments

Or she teased you by stopping what she’s doing all together and having you beg for her to continue

Just cause she’s not mad at you doesn’t mean she can’t mess with you a little

Considering before this point she wouldn’t have been so open about her feelings you would’ve been taken by surprise

She would find it incredibly entertaining if you got embarrassed by all the sudden attention she started giving you

As rough as she deals with things in her everyday life I think she’d be a service dom honestly, in this specific instance at least.

She wants you and she wants you to know that.

She wants to sear it into your brain so any time you even so much as look at someone else all you’d get is a flashback to how good you felt with her.

She would not let you do anything for her, she wants to focus on you and only you

She would just enjoy knowing she was making you feel good and that’s all she’d need

If you tried keeping quiet, she would persuade you into letting go, she wants other people to know that she was the one making you feel good

Needless to say if Taigen had attempted to flirt with you before, he definitely knew not to now.

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sick cuddles | l. Williamson x teen!reader

(just pretend youre the dog haha)

summary: you go to training sick, leah takes care of you

(i'm not that good at summaries)

a/n: hi guys!! this is my very first time writing any form of story outside of school, so some feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated! also keep in mind that i don't know anything about pro footballers schedules, so i'm just guessing. english isn't my first language so please keep that in mind <3

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After snoozing your alarm for the seventh time you finally decided to wake up. It felt like you had woken up from the dead, you had the most dreadful headache ever and your throat was so sore, it felt like there was a literal porcupine inside your throat. You tiredly reached for your phone to check the time, and it read 09.52 “OH SHIT, I'M LATE, LEAH’S GOING TO KILL ME!” you exclaimed, which you quickly regretted once you burst out into a coughing fit.

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When you first joined Arsenal at 16 years old, it was Leah who first took you under her wing. She let you live with her until you found an apartment you could move into, despite her protests of you being too young to live alone you decided to move. The first four months of you living there Leah always came over to check on you, she would have kept doing it if you hadn't complained about it all the time. She agreed to stop coming over, only if you would call her immediately if something happened.

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You quickly dressed yourself and made some toast, and ran out the door. It was 10.14 when you finally got to the arsenal training centre. Luckily for you the girls didn't notice you coming in, since they were busy cleaning up breakfast. “Hey y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you coming in earlier” Beth asked you once she saw you. “Oh, i was just… sitting over there” you say awkwardly as you waved your hand to a random area. “Weird, anyways..” she said as she started rambling on about Myle and how cute she is. You were honestly not paying attention and just throwing in a random mhm and awe once in a while. You felt someone looking at you, so you looked around a bit, until you saw Leah looking intensely at you as if she was trying to figure something out. 

Leah felt like something was a little off with you, your voice was a little hoarse and you looked a little pale. She made a mental note to keep an eye on you throughout training. Beth was still rambling on about Myle and showing you pictures of her, until Leah came and interrupted “Y/N come on you’re going to be late”,  “Okayy” you sighed. 

You were walking to the pitch with Leah until you abruptly stopped as a wave of dizziness came over you, “Hey, are you alright? What happened? She asked as she put her arm around to steady you. “Yeah, I just suddenly got a little dizzy, but it's alright” you responded. Leah brushed it off, knowing you wouldn't tell her anyways.

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You were trying to dribble the ball past Katie, until Katie went in for a tackle, which was 100% clean, but since you were sick and a little unstable you fell over onto the grass, face down. “Ey, mate you good?” Katie asked you, “Yea.. just give me second” you groaned. “Hey! What's going on?” You heard Leah yell. “I don’t know!” Katie said defensively. You heard Leah running over, and when she got to you, you felt her bend over and put a hand on your back, “Hey kid, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?” she asked softly, “My head” you whispered in a barely audible voice. “Okay” she said worriedly, she put her hand on your head, “Jesus christ, you're burning up!” she said, sounding quite distressed. She lifted you up from the ground, “Alright good girl, let’s get you inside. Okay?” Leah said softly, as she was basically carrying you, as you were barely able to stand on your own. “Okay” you mumbled, not really paying attention to what she was saying because of how much your head was pounding.

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“She has a high fever, and is quite dehydrated. She can't train for the rest of the week and she needs lots of rest and make sure she drinks enough water..” the doctor said. “Alright, you hear that bub. Lots of rest and water” she said, while rubbing your back.

By the time you were done at the doctor, training was over. “Y/n/n training is over so i'm going to drive us to mine, okay?” Leah said. “Yeah, okay..” you said tiredly. You were in the backseat while Leah was driving. Every once in a while Leah glanced back to see how you were doing, when she looked back at you she smiled fondly at the sight of you sound asleep leaning against the window. When you made it home you were still asleep so Leah carried you inside deciding that you needed the rest. When you made it inside Leah put you softly down onto the couch, so she could keep an eye on you while she made food.

“Hey sweets wake up, I made your favourite pasta.” she whispered softly, while rubbing your back. “Mmm okay” you mumbled half asleep. After you and Leah finished eating, she took the plates and started washing them. “Thanks for the Le, it actually tasted good” you joked in your hoarse voice, “Ha ha” she said sarcastically, just as you were about to laugh you burst out into a coughing fit. Leah turned around alarmed, “Hey, hey, it's okay” she said comfortingly while she rubbed your back. Once you had settled down, she went to get something. When she came back you saw her carrying a cup of tea, “Here, it's tea for your throat”, “Thanks Leah” you mumbled.

Once you had finished your tea, you yawned and rubbed your eyes, “Let's get you to bed, alright?” Leah said, in which you just hummed in reply. You walked into the bedroom and changed into the clothes Leah lent to you, which was an old Arsenal hoodie and a pair of pyjama shorts. “Le, snuggles please?” you asked shyly when you were done changing, “Alright bub, i'm just going to change then i'll be back” she said chuckling. When she was done changing you both laid down in bed, with you laying against Leah with your head in her crook of her shoulder, and Leah hugging you while tracing aimlessly around your back. Just like you guys used to do after you had a nightmare and came into her room, when you lived together. 

Shortly after you were sound asleep in her arms.

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night swims w conrad?

Pairing - Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader Summary - Conrad interrupts your night swim, leading to all the words you hadn't said spilling out. Warnings - Jealousy? Mentions of alcohol use Words - 1.3K 

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Night swims were always enjoyable. To dip your legs in first, for the bitter water to creep up your skin ever so slowly until you submerged your whole body. Goosebumps covered your skin, reminding you that you could feel something. Once your shoulders were in the water, it suddenly wasn't as cold. It was weightless. And it carried you as you floated on your back, staring up at the stars as if they were staring back at you.

Night swims were for the days that were too much. After going to a bonfire with all the boys (plus a surprise visit from Belly), tonight was one of those nights. Maybe it was just the people, or the amount of alcohol you consumed, or perhaps, as you deep down knew, it was about the fact you had to watch Conrad and Nicole the whole night. She was the newest hookup of Conrads. Not quite girlfriend, but she was certainly under the belief it would happen one day.

It was torture. She was nice and kind and she only wanted the best for Conrad exactly as you were. A part of you was seething with guilt in that you still hated her a little bit. She had stolen everything you wanted to be. But, by now, it had become a feeling you were all too familiar with. Every few months, a new girl. Before her, there was Arbury who was lucky to make it to girlfriend status - not many ever had done.

Wrapped up with these thoughts, you just wanted a moment away from the chaos. Like you could pretend that, for a second, it didn't bother you. That what Conrad did - who he did - didn't actually bother you. When your eyelids lifted, you almost thought you were hallucinating. The very person who had captured your thoughts was looking down at you.

At first, you didn't move. Because, at first, you weren't completely sure if he was real. Then you jumped back to reality and that pit in your stomach returned. You adjusted, going to stand rather than float. Still, you turned to find Conrad who had his legs dangled in the water, letting his gaze wander over you, every corner of your skin as if you didn't notice what he was doing.

"It's late." So you assumed anyway. You hadn't even checked the time when you came in, but the bonfire had dragged on for a while - or maybe it only felt that way because you were forced to watch Nicole flirt with Conrad the whole night. "What are you doing out?" You finally added.

Conrad answered by retrieving a cigarette from his jacket pocket; a new hobby he had taken up this Summer. "Been a long night." You were glad he felt the same.

"Susannah's already mad at you, you think that's gonna help?" You had one brow raised at him.

But it didn't seem to do anything, "I don't need a reminder." There was a snap in his tone that you had tried to ignore. "And anyway, she's fast asleep." His eyes dwindled at that, going to focus on the abyss in the distance.

You swam closer to him, forcing the boy to move his gaze back to yourself. "What's with the smoking anyway?" You'd noticed it since you first arrived. He would wander off and come back ten minutes later smelling of either smoke or some illegal substance. "Just last year, you hated it. I remember when you found Jere vaping and you gave him the silent treatment for almost two whole days."

He thought about that memory for a moment before he shrugged it off. "Things change." He excused.

Without being able to stop yourself, words started spilling out, "I thought you wouldn't." He was Conrad. He wasn't meant to change, especially not like this.

Your eyes lingered on his, watching as his pupils dilated and his expression moulded into one you couldn't read. "You're upset with me?" He finally asked as you took a few steps back.

"Like you said, things changed." You reiterated. "You changed. You're more distanced from everything, quiet. You don't have that playfulness you did last year-"

He cut in with a scoff, "Playfulness? Really?" You could feel your heart sinking. "You mean because I don't play your's and Jeremiah's and Belly's childish games?"

You knew there was no point in arguing with him. "It doesn't matter." You shook your head. And this time, you turned your back to him, swimming to the other end of the pool when you weren't forced to stare at Conrad Fisher.

Only a few minutes had passed when you heard the shuffling of movement. At first, you thought Conrad was getting up to leave, but the sounds continued until a soft splash came from the other side of the pool. That noise prompted you to turn. Conrad was already looking at you, shirtless and getting used to the temperature. Then, once he was close enough, he flicked his hand passed the water, letting it splash in your face.

"Conrad, what the hell!" You snapped, squirming at the feeling of bitter water hitting your skin.

"What?" He questioned as if he was innocent. "You told me to be more playful." 

He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, gaining closer and closer until you only had to whisper in reply. "I'm not in the mood." Your tone was flat.

But Conrad hadn't let that stop him. He splashed you once more. "Conrad!" You snapped again.

"Oh come on, you not gonna fight back?" Your head shook and he took another step towards you before there was barely any distance left between the two of you. Before you could stop him, his hands took a grip around your waist. Within a moment, you were swirling around at Conrad's will, and as much as you hated it, laughter was trickling from your lips. "That's not the Y/n I know!"

You started hitting his side, letting out a, "Conrad, put me down!" Only just heard through the giggles to two of you shared.

Soon enough, he slowed and your body entered the water again. But Conrad's touch didn't leave you. His hands lingered around your bare waist and you swore you could get drunk just off his touch. He was so close. Yet, there was a distance between the two of you still. There felt more distance now than before you had arrived at Cousins. You just sat wishing the boy would break that distance.

"I'm sorry I've not really been around as much as you had expected. Or that I haven't joined in on any of your games or even watched a movie with you." His eyes clung to your own. "But, trust me, I'm trying."

This time, your hand reached out, brushing his cheek as he fell into it. "That's all we need to know." You assured him. "I'm here for you Conrad, you know that?"

He nodded, "I know." And before you could reply, he closed that distance. His lips leaned into your own and you were caught in his trap.

It was sweet but short-lived as you pulled away, too shocked to deepen the kiss any further. Conrad's eyes were frightened and yours were curious. "Why did you do that?" You asked, without moving away from his touch.

He thought on it for a second before answering, "I think I've been meaning to for a few Summers now." Them words had only made you lean into another kiss. One of which you were sure now wouldn't be your last.

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Silent Desires | #3

Synopsis — There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He's back. And he's not being silent with his desires anymore.

• Jungkook × F!Reader

• Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, and a bit of angst

• explicit language

• word count: 1.4k+

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The smell of coffee swarmed your nose.

Seven am. Time to wake up.

"Another day, another dollar." You needed that dollar more than anything. It was the dreaded Monday morning, and you honestly thought about calling in sick, telling Jimin to tell Jungkook to not stop by, and just pretend like this never happened.

But you couldn't. You needed money.

You got up and headed for the shower. After you were done, you went to your closet and picked out your outfit. Thankfully, your work was very chill in terms of how you get to express yourself. You decided to go for a pair of black leggings, a graphic band tee, and your favorite Converse. You couldn't be bothered to do much to your hair so you threw it up in a messy bun.

You grabbed your phone, and your bag and headed to the kitchen.

Breakfast was not your thing. Never has been, never will be. So you settled on a couple granola bars, and a cup of coffee. It was now about 7:45am, and you knew Jungkook would be here at 8.

"Good morning my beautiful sister." Jimin grabbed himself his own cup of coffee and sat down next to you. "How you feel this morning?"

That's a great question. You didn't even have an answer for yourself. "I'm alright. Not pleased that Kook has to take me to work, but, here I am."

Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes "Y/N, it's okay. Trust me, he wouldn't have offered if he didn't want to."

But why does he want to? Why did he suddenly want to move closer to 'you guys'? Why does he suddenly want to be the Knight in shining armor in every situation?

"I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, I'm just confused I guess." Which is true. You were so confused.

"Confused about what?"

"Confused as to why he is doing all of this for me, I'm not his friend. You are, Chim. Not me." You tried to say this as softly as you could. You never talked to Jimin about how you felt towards his friendship with Jungkook.

You weren't mad at Jimin. At one point, yes, you were. But now? No. Jungkook and Jimin are best friends. They were made for each other. At one point you thought they could be romantic soulmates even. That was squashed when you overheard them talking about the head they had got in the bathroom of a club but...they have a friendship like no other.

But, you'd be lying if you said that having Jungkook here, brought back up all those feelings you once had. The feeling of being friends with Jungkook first, and him just disposing of you for your cool, older brother. Again, you weren't mad at Jimin. But why did it take Jungkook, all these years to suddenly want to start being friendly with you. He had the time before.

"Y/N, Jungkook was your friend first. And sure, maybe him and I hit it off even more, but maybe, with him being back down here, he wants to pick up your guy's friendship again. Just let it happen. He's a good guy who wants to help."

Jimin's right. He is a good guy, who obviously wants to help. But why? No one seems to be able to answer that.

Before you can dive more into the thought, your doorbell rang and it's surely no other than Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey man! How's your morning?" Jimin greeted him as he let him in.

"Going pretty good, and you?" Jungkook didn't take off his jacket or shoes, you guys will be leaving soon anyways, so no need.

"Just fighting with that one," Jimin motioned his head towards you in the kitchen, "about you. But, it is what it is." He smiled.

"What about me?" Jungkook was curious now.

"Well, she just doesn't understand what you're motive is for doing all this for her. Helping with her car, and taking her to work. She says that your my friend, and not hers." He shrugged.

Jungkook just nodded as he stared at the floor, "I see. I'll talk to her about it." He flashed your brother a soft smile.

You looked through your bag one more time to make sure you had everything. "Ready if you are."

Jungkook let out a small smirk, barely noticeable, "I'm more than ready."

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Why couldn't you have picked a job closer to home? You were sure you were gonna pull your hair out of your scalp. There was so much tension in this car. You could feel it.

It was like both of you wanted to say something, but neither of you could find the words. The low sound of the music wasn't doing anything for you guys. This felt awkward. This felt weird.

Was there any oxygen in here?

Just as you were trying to figure out whether you hated the the man in the seat next you to, or you wanted to fuck him, he spoke.

"Y/N, I want you to know I'm doing all this for you because I care. No one is forcing me. So, please stop thinking that."

Fucking Jimin and his big mouth. Of course he told Jungkook.

All you could do was sigh. "Look, I'm grateful you're doing all this. So grateful. And I know I'm being a brat right now, but I can't figure you out. You are my brothers friend, not-"

"Stop saying that. I hate when you say that." His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Stop saying what Jungkook? The truth? You haven't spoken to me besides a few Facebook comments here and there, over the last 5 years. But you talked to Jimin every single day. You hang out with him almost every single weekend. And now you decide you want to come back down here and be friends with me again?" You were trying to not get too riled up seeing as you have to go to work soon.

Jungkook let out a deep breath he didn't even know he was holding in. "Y/N, it wasn't like that. Trust me, I had a reason for distancing myself. And you have every right to be mad at me. I shouldn't have just left you like you didn't matter to me, but trust me when I say, I always asked your brother about you. I always asked how you were doing, I always asked to see pictures of you, when you didn't post much online, I texted your brother to ask if you were okay. I care Y/N. Even if you can't see it, and damnit I didn't do a very good job at showing you, but I care."

You don't think you've ever seen Jungkook this vulnerable. He looked like he was about to cry, honestly. That softened your heart. You knew you shouldn't have been mad at him.

If you're being truthful with yourself, you too could also blame yourself. The phone goes both ways. Conversations involve two people. Yeah, him being better friends with Jimin, may have been the start of your divide, but you could have easily reached out too.

You could have asked Jimin to take you with to see him. You could have asked Jimin for his number, so you could send him a 'How are you?' text every once in a while. But you didn't.

And neither did he. But at least he asked about you. Did you ever ask your brother about Jungkook? No. Not once. You'd ask if they had a good time as they hung out, but nothing about him directly.

You were just as big of an idiot as he was, in all of this. Maybe even more so.

"Kook... I'm sorry." You couldn't even look at him right now. "I didn't know all of that. I'm sure you had your reasons for distancing, and that's none of my business, but I'm just as much to blame. I didn't try for our friendship just as much, actually... even less than you. At least, you asked about me, right?" You lightly chuckled.

Finally, turning his head to you as you were at a stop light, he gave you a soft smile. "Don't blame yourself. This was all me."

It wasn't. It truly wasn't.

"Kook, I think this should just be water under the bridge. If you're not mad, I'm not mad."

With an even bigger bunny smile, "I could never be mad at you."

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The Wedding

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

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Part 4 Part 6

sorry for taking so long to post, I hope you all like the chapter I remind you that my inbox is open and it always makes me happy to answer any questions or read any headcanon you have. thank you very much for all the support

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You had your eyes closed while Alicent finished doing your hairstyle. The maids could have helped you prepare for the wedding, but your mother-in-law insisted on doing your hair and dressing.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could pretend that the fingers that were braiding your hair with such care and delicacy weren't Alicent's but your mother's. You could pretend that she was by your side. Surely he would never agree to this marriage but you knew that he would be with you, that he would never miss his only daughter's wedding… At least by his own free will, after all, no one from your family had been able to be at your first wedding, with Aemond, because there had been secret. It was just you two and the septon.

And you weren't the only one consumed by nostalgia. Alicent was also thinking of your mother, remembering her when she helped prepare her for the day Viserys named her his heir. She was also thinking of her sweet Helaena of hers, remembering how she had had to comfort and reassure her before her wedding. You didn't seem to need any words of comfort. You seemed ready to do your duty.

"You look beautiful," Alicent said breaking the spell and making you open your eyes. You tried not to feel bitter seeing her and not your mother.

"Thank you" looking in the mirror. Your dress fitted perfectly to your body but it had no collar so you could clearly see the hickeys Aemond had left the night before. You knew she did it on purpose to remind Aegon and the rest that he was still your husband and that he was the one who had you first.

“Are you ready yet?” Aemond asked, entering your chambers. For a moment he felt as if the air had been stolen from him when he saw how beautiful you looked. Although he couldn't help feeling envious of his brother because he hadn't had the chance to see you in your white dress or see you walk down the aisle, let alone be able to hold a big celebration in honor of their union. "You look perfect," she said, ignoring his annoyance.

"Thank you" you approached him and gave him a short kiss. If Alicent hadn't been in the room, you would have prolonged the kiss "Now we can go"

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Once you entered the Sept you began to feel nervous, you were afraid. Not for marrying Aegon, he had been a bad husband for Helaena but you knew that he would be good to you, he had never hurt you during the war, on the contrary, he had been your support, he was by your side in your worst moments, somehow you knew that you could trust him. You weren't afraid of Aegon, what you were afraid of was what it meant to be his wife. She would be queen. You would be responsible for all the people who were here. The welfare of the kingdom would depend on you. Any decision you make could bring misfortune to the kingdom.

You knew you had to start walking but your legs wouldn't move. Aemond, who would walk you to the end of the hall, turned to see you. If you wanted to back out of the wedding, you just had to say so and he wouldn't hesitate to get you out of there. He didn't care how many people he would have to fight, how many he would have to kill, he would get you out and keep you safe.

Suddenly you felt cold on your shoulder "You can do it" someone whispered in your aer. It was not Aemond. It was Jacaerys, you would recognize your Jace's voice anywhere "You will be a great queen" you knew it was only a product of your imagination but thinking that your dear brother was by your side, supporting you, gave you enough courage to start walking.

Some people expected to see you being dragged down the aisle by the guards while you yelled and cursed at the green ones. Others expected to see a young woman walking down the hall all shaky and whimpering. But no, you surprised them all by walking with your head held high and without any tears in your eyes. You had the countenance worthy of a future queen.

Aegon felt his heart race. You looked so beautiful no matter what you wore for him you would always look beautiful. But you looked so beautiful in your white dress, you seem taken from a dream, this was a dream for him. He couldn't help but get emotional, his eyes clouded over for a moment and he had to force himself not to cry in front of everyone, he had dreamed of this for so long and it was finally happening. I would finally be your husband.

You forgot all the lords and ladies watching you when your eyes met the Aegons. You felt your heart warm when you saw the emotion in his lavender eyes. You almost wanted to laugh when you saw how he seemed about to cry, he gave you so much tenderness. Gods, how had you been so blind and stupid not to notice before that he loved you?

Aemond felt pure bitterness and fury at the way they looked at each other. It seemed as if you two had forgotten about the rest and were the only ones present in the Sept. You weren't supposed to look at his brother like that, he thought you would look at him in disgust or directly without showing any expression. But the only thing that transmitted your eyes was warmth. Did you lie to him when you said you didn't want to marry Aegon? Had the two planned everything behind his back? No, Aemond knew you well and you would never do such a thing…So Aegon's courtship had worked? Now did you love him?

When you reached the end of the hall, Aegon smiled at you and you smiled back. Aemond felt as if someone had punched him. And as if that hadn't been enough, you didn't even seem to hesitate as you released his arm and entwined yours with his brother's. You and the king started up the steps to meet the septon so the prince had to go and stand next to his mother.

"Now you can cover the bride and place her under her protection," the septon said and you instantly turned away to let the king cover your back with her cloak in the colors and shield of the Targaryens. Once he finished you went back to your previous position. "My lords, my ladies we stand here in the presence of the gods to witness the union of a man and his wife." The septon began to wrap your hand around Aegon's. "I hereby solemnly proclaim that Y/N, of the houses Velaryon and Targaryen, and Aegon, of the Targaryen and Hightower houses, are one heart, one flesh and one soul” when I finished wrapping them both intertwined their fingers.

It didn't feel good to hear those words. You couldn't help but look at Aemond. He is your first husband, the father of your children, he is also a part of your heart and soul. No matter what the septon says, you made up your mind. Your heart belonged to both.

"And cursed be anyone who dares to come between them" the septon continued speaking making you turn your face forward "Now, look at each other and say the words"

The two faced each other “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger" you two recited at the same time without taking their eyes off the other, again it seemed as if only the two of you existed, you felt your heart race "I am his/her, and he/she is mine" the king's smile was so big while saying those words that you couldn't help but smile too "from this day until the end of my days" they both finished safely.

Aegon could not remember ever having been so happy as he was now. You were finally his wife and best of all, you seemed to love him. He could see it in your eyes and could tell that you longed to kiss him as much as he longed for you. So he wasted no time and he cupped your face in his hands before crashing his lips against yours. He felt his heart race as you continued the kiss with the same intensity.

You had promised yourself it would be a short kiss, you didn't want to make a big show of it in front of Aemond, you knew it was hard enough for him to see you marry his brother and you didn't want to make things worse, but kissing Aegon had felt so natural. , her lips were so soft, it wasn't supposed to feel so good. The shouts and applause of the guests brought you out of your reverie. You separated from the king feeling how your cheeks warmed up. You turned to face the crowd, avoiding looking at your first husband out of guilt.

Aegon waited for the crowd to calm down before he began to speak loud and clear "Today we leave the war behind. Today is a new beginning for the kingdom. From today Y/n Targaryen will rule by my side as my equal. We, together, will watch over the kingdom."

Again the sept erupted in cheers and cheers. But instantly they all fell silent as they saw Te kneel in front of the septon.

"May the Warrior give her courage" the old man began to recite and put a smell on your forehead "May the Smith give strength to her sword and shield" he put the smell again "May the Father defend her in her need" he said The image of your father watching over you when you were little and sick or hurt came to mind. "May the Crone lift up her bright lamp and light her way to wisdom" now you thought of your grandmother Rhaenys. You hoped that wherever she was she would guide you. Everyone knew that she would have made a better queen than your grandfather.

"With you, Y/N Targaryen first of her name," Aegon said placing the crown that had been worn by your mother, your grandfather, and old King Jaehaerys years ago.

•••••

The celebration was in full swing. Everyone was enjoying the food and some laughter could be heard in the room. A couple of people were already dancing. Of course, the first to open the dance had been you and the king, as much as you and Aegon felt that their jaws would end up aching from smiling so much but they didn't care. Now you were lovingly looking at your second husband dancing with Jaehaera. They looked so happy that you would have loved to have an artist draw them so you would never forget that moment.

After dancing you were thirsty so it didn't take long for you to drink the cup that a servant brought you. You felt that the wine was sweeter than usual but you didn't care, thinking that surely Aegon ordered a new wine from Essos or Dorne.

"Your grace, may I have this dance?" Aemond said, appearing beside you and offering his hand.

"Don't call me your grace" you complained but still you took his hand and let him guide you back to the dance floor "I'm your wife" you said making him smile for a moment.

"You know I'm going to have to call you 'your grace' in front of the court, don't you?" the prince said as they began to dance.

"Absolutely not" Aemond had to suppress the urge to laugh at how you seemed about to pout "I forbid you"

"If I don't call you "your grace" people will think I don't respect you as a queen"

"I don't care about people. I know you respect me."

Did you know that people will no longer treat you the same as before. The servants would probably be more careful around you now. The lords and ladies would not stop praising you to win favors. But you didn't want your new arrivals to change their ways just because of your new title. First, you had been a sister, wife, and mother. Being queen didn't make you a different person.

"Fine. Fuck the people" your husband said making you laugh but your laugh didn't last long because when Aemond lifted you up to spin you suddenly black dots appeared in your vision. Once your feet touched the ground again you clung to your husband, or at least you tried to because you barely had the strength to stay upright. You felt how your head began to throb. The music seems to be heard more and more distant.

"What's happening?" asked the prince concerned, holding you by the waist to prevent you from falling.

You were confused just a few minutes ago you were fine and now all of a sudden you felt like your own body was passing you by. Then you remembered the glass of wine. Shit.

"I don't want you to panic" you kept your voice as low as possible "But I think I was poisoned" saying each word took a lot of effort.

Listening to you, Aemond felt his blood run cold. He knew you weren't exaggerating, you would never scare him like that for nothing, he was sure that your eyes reflected the same terror as his. He couldn't lose you. What would he do without you? You were his, all of him, only you could see the best in him, only you could make him happy. How would he raise the boys without you? The boys. If someone poisoned you, who could make sure they wouldn't do the same to children? Desperate, he search with his eye where the twins were.

"The children," you said reaching the same conclusion as him. You started to panic. You needed to know that both your brother and the twins were okay. You couldn't die without knowing it first.

"They're fine. They're with my mother. Your brother is with her too" your husband answered and you followed his eye to find your mother-in-law, sitting, holding Aemon in her arms while Egg wiped Baelon chin which surely got dirty when he ate. "I'll take you to the maestre. You'll be fine" Aemond carried you in his arms, drawing the attention of the guests. In other circumstances he would have bothered to think of another way to get you to the maester without attracting attention, people would panic if they found out that someone had poisoned you, but now he couldn't waste time. He didn't know how fast the poison was advancing.

"Aegon. Maybe they want to poison him" you mumbled trying to keep your eyes open but the candlelight was beginning to be unbearable.

If you and Aegon died then Aemond would be king but the war would continue. There was no way Aemond would win Cregan Stark's support. The northerners will fight for your little brother to have the throne. They wanted the descendant of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

"What's going on?" The king asked approaching you, as soon as he saw the look of his younger brother he knew that something bad was happening to you.

"Poison"

And for a moment Aegon felt the air go out of him. Then fury took over his body. How could someone have hurt you? Who had dared to try to separate them? Whoever it was would repent, torture him for days, then have Sunfyre eat him. He would show people what happens to people who try to touch his family. No one would ever hurt you again. He knew you would recover. You had to, he couldn't bear to think about losing you.

"We need a maester! I want all the maesters right now!", he ordered even though you could hear the desperation in his voice.

And Aegon's screams were the last thing you heard before you lost consciousness.

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[creedslove]

*ABOUT JOEL*

I know Halloween is gone, BUT... I only can think about:

Stablished relationship

Trick or treat, Joel father of Sarah and adoptive dad of Ellie (reader and Joel adopted her)

Joel goes as cowboy

Reader as cheerleader

After trick or treat, party at Maria and Tommy's

Some stupid dude dressed as quarterback hits on reader and Joel tries to interfere but Tommy doesn't let him be violent

As it happens, reader says that's she's married and leaves the dude without believing and goes to kiss Joel in a VERY sexy way

Reader and Joel get REALLY worked up and go have a quicky in the bathroom and the guy listens to it by coincidence, and when he sees reader and Joel leaving, says to Tommy: "I wish I was that guy"

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I fucking love your mind ❤️

• the girls had been driving Joel mad through the whole week, they couldn't even wait for Halloween, the small but happy Miller household was completely overwhelmed by talks of costumes, trick or treating and Halloween adventures

• the girl weren't little kids anymore, you and Joel knew there were only a couple of years left before they would gladly exchange an evening with the family for some lame teen Halloween party and god forbid sexy costumes

• Joel suffered from severe anxiety just to imagine his precious girls leaving home in revealing clothes, after all, he was a man who suffered from anticipation

• so in the end, as much as you all were tired of all the chat about that one specific thing, you were also happy they were so into trick or treating

• which went great, and as soon as they were tucked in bed - pretending to sleep to pig out on all the candy they got, while you and Joel pretended not to know so you could go out - you both got ready for Tommy's party

• Joel isn't a costume man, but he saw you in your cheerleader costume, that man was at a loss of words, if it were up to him, he would take you right then and there, not allowing you to leave the room

• but you reminded him the girls were home, and you wouldn't be able to make a lot of noise, so you promised Joel you could both go to your old apartment, the one you lived in before moving in; it was empty and it had a bed, enough for what Joel wanted to do with you

• and at that promise Joel agreed to dress up, so the best you two could put up, was a cowboy, which did not disappoint, Joel looked so fucking good

• and that man desired you all the time, you could see the lust in his eyes, loving how much he wanted you throughout the party, whenever you glanced at Joel, he was eating you up in his mind

• things were fun until some random guy dressed as a quarterback approached you; he immediately began making jokes about Halloween couple costumes and how you and him should be a couple, which made you roll your eyes at him

• you dressed like that for Joel and Joel only, knowing you would have that exact effect you did on him, but any other unwanted attention you made yourself clear about not wanting it at all

• but the guy was insisting and Joel spotted a man getting all cozy towards his girl, he felt his blood boiling and the moment he tried walking towards you both, Tommy held his brother's arm and asked him not to make a scene

• Joel grunted annoyed, he didn't like that scene at all, but was so surprised to see you swaying your hips and walking towards him once more, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and giving Joel a deep kiss

• your man couldn't resist you, he had been trying to hold himself back so bad during the night, but it was tough, it was so fucking tough. All he did was wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, kissing you as deeply and intently as he could, his grip was tight around you

• he dragged you to the bathroom and locked the door, being unable to wait for your time alone and making you scream and moan for him, as much as he tried to muffle your sounds

• outside, the quarterback stared at Tommy who embarrassedly shrugged, not knowing how to explain what was going on

• you and Joel exited the bathroom all red and flushed, both of you chuckling and giggling and you couldn't wait to get out of there and spent the rest of the night with your man

____

(to me that's Joel Miller dressed as a cowboy and no one can convince me otherwise)

[squirmhoney]

Dependency Issues - Part Two

A/N: If you haven't read part one, go read that first. This is a very dark fic and that is why I haven't put a tag list please be warned. Warnings: Dark. Non Con. Dub Con. Incest. Manipulation. Coercive behaviour (at times). Corruption. Smut. Dependency Issues. (like reader has some serious issues when it comes to Aegon) Unhealthy relationship. Angst. Abusive behaviour (parental). 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Rhaeneyra mother and non specified father) Word Count: 2.3K

Master list Part One Part Three Italics = past

Suffocated amongst a bundle of pillows and a heavy blanket, making it impossible for you to sleep any further. As your hands ran over the bed you found it empty, just you amongst the sheets. And some part of you wished for that warm body that grounded you back to reality, forgetting what had taken place last night.

For a moment, at least.

"-she can stay here for a while," Aegon's voice spoke from outside the bedroom.

Another voice, one you clearly recognised, tense and abrupt spoke back, "That's your plan is it?"

"What was I supposed to do? Just leave her there when she was in a vulnerable position," Aegon argued.

Without realising it, you were by the door slowly poking your head out.

"You think I don't know why you brought her back here," Alicent hissed, jaw clenching as she she shook her head. "You don't think I don't know about your perverted intentions." She was too lost in her own anger to notice you behind Aegon, barely even able to look at him.

"Please do tell," he let out in a humourless chuckle.

"Aegon," you called from behind him, resting your body on the door frame.

He shifted quickly, not even sparing his mother a second glance as he moved towards you.

You caught the way Alicent looked at you before you were ushered back into the room, eyes softening at the sight of you. And you wondered if she was always knew how Aegon felt about you and if maybe, like you, she had tried to pretend that she couldn't see it.

"Everything okay?" He asked so sweetly, closing the door behind him.

As he shut the door, you pushed the conversation you had just heard out of your mind. Your hands reaching out for him as you pulled him down into the bed with him. He hadn't pressured you into anything else, not yet anyway.

"I'm tired," you grumbled, slipping underneath the sheets. You wrapped yourself around him, closing your eyes as you got comfortable. "I'm hungover and sore."

"You've slept like an hour since you woke up earlier," Aegon replied, running a hand through your hair as you buried yourself against his chest. "Just rest for now."

"My mum is probably going to kill me," you sighed, wanting to ignore that gut wrenching feeling that was eating away at you. You hadn't even checked your phone, knowing that if you thought too much of her right now, it would eat away at you.

"Don't worry about it," Aegon whispered, fingers tickling the skin of your back underneath the t-shirt you were wearing. "We will sort it out."

That's what you wanted to here, those reassuring words from his lips. It was you two in this together, that he wouldn't leave you.

"Stay here with me." It was more of a plea from you than anything else. You thought was it wrong for you to ask him of this, knowing you were feeding into his feelings for you. But you couldn't help yourself, it was easier to sleep with him around. "Please."

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, dropping his face down to kiss the top of your head. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Things were starting to resurface, rising like bile in the back of your throat. Each memory you had pushed away. All the times you pretended that it wasn't real and that Aegon couldn't possibly like you in the way.

It all swarmed into your mind, all the things that should of warned you to stay away from him even though you continued to stay. And even now they should push you away but you just clung to him tighter instead.

-

You remembered the way he used to look at you in that white pyjama set. Like a starved man in direr need of a meal.

The cami top that hugged your upper body, only reaching your waist, and underneath you'd wear a pair of lace trimmed cotton panties to match.

You remembered when your mother lectured you on how it was inappropriate to wear it in front of Aegon, making you swear that you would only wear it to bed when you stayed round. But she didn't know how you'd sneak into Aegon's room in the night and creep right back into the spare room once again in the morning. Because you had already swore to him that you'd keep that a secret, believing him when he would tell you no one else would understand.

You knew how it made him feel and that's why you wore it when you wanted more of his attention or craved more of his touch. And deep down you knew the way it made him feel even if you didn't want to admit it to yourself.

You should of known the way he was going to act that night because somewhere you knew, he was going to act that way eventually.

The awful sound had echoed in your mind that night, clawing at your skin as you shifted around under the sheets.

Horrifying.

The way Viserys had struck Aegon across the face was ingrained in your mind. His vicious words ringing in your ear and even though they hadn't been directed at you, you had felt the sting just the same.

So, of course you had crept into Aegon's room that night wearing those white pyjamas.

His wet eyes softened once they noticed you, instantly making room in the bed as he lifted the sheets for you. Once he had got a hold of your hand he yanked you down to the bed, pressing you against him.

"Does it-" you asked, biting on your lip as your hand cupped the side of his face where it was already bruising. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Aegon laughed cynically, hand covering yours. "He never is."

"You don't deserve it," you told him, thumb tracing across his cheek. "Just say the words and I'll kick his walking stick from underneath him."

Aegon truly laughed at that, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. His head fell back as he grinned at you. "Would you now?"

"For you, yes."

There was a shift in the mood as he took in your attire under the sheets, eyes running along every part of your body. He pinched the bottom of your top, slipping it down and exposing more of your cleavage for him. He smiled mischievously, teeth winking at you as he leaned further into you.

"I thought you might like it," you gleamed, fingers fiddling with the material. You duck your head at his eyesight, unable to meet them as you became bashful. "I thought it might make you happy."

"Is that what you thought?" He teased, hand sliding across the bare skin of your leg. He didn't miss the way you shivered, arms pulling the sheet to cover more of you.

"Yes," your voice was timid, wavering slightly.

"Yes," he mimicked you, finger poking your cheek. "There is something that really would make me happy." His eyes were dilated as they stared at you, making you feel almost trapped under his gaze.

"There is?"

"Yes." He nodded, face lingering closer in front of yours. His hand brushed up your sides, squeezing at your hips and sliding underneath your top. "It's a lot to ask for-" His fingers were inching further upwards, touching the bottom of your breast which made you shiver. "-but you want to make me happy. Don't you?"

"Yes, I want to make you happy," you gulped, tensing as his hand cupped your breast. You flinched away, shaking you head as your eyes widened. "Aegon, I don't know about this."

"It would make me happy." Aegon retreated his hand, pressing it against your hips instead. "And you said you wanted to make me happy, didn't you?"

"But I just don't think-" you bit your lip cutting yourself off as you contemplated it. "I just-"

"Don't think too much into it," Aegon cut you off this time, hands sliding up your stomach.

You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking that if you didn't look it wouldn't be so bad. His hands cupped your breasts, massaging them with his fingers and you couldn't help but let out a gasp at the touch. He situated himself between your legs, pressing himself against you.

Aegon yanked the material of your top up, lifting it above your breasts. His mouth was instantly around your nipple, sucking on it feverishly while his fingers pinched the other. You could feel how hard he was as he pressed up against your core and all you wanted to do was back away. But a part of you forced you to stay, hoping to make him happy.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," Aegon drooled over you, lips trailing down your stomach. "You're doing so well for me."

Your whole body tensed with unease when his hands travelled down your body, making their slow way to in between your legs. You couldn't help but squirm once his fingers hovered over your panties, fighting to close your legs but his hands stopped you.

"Stay still," Aegon snapped, shoving your legs open. "Just relax."

His tone sent a chill down your spine and you forced yourself to relax underneath his touch. It became harder as his fingers pinched at your underwear, pulling the material flush against you. The tightness of it rubbed against your clit, making you ground your hips into the mattress.

"Aegon-"

"It's okay," he told you, placing the most softest kiss through your panties.

But that didn't make it feel any better.

He pressed a finger against you, rubbing you through the material and you could suddenly feel how soaked you were. With the way he was rubbing you, you could feel more wetness leaking out of you.

"Aegon," his name escaped your lips in throaty moan, one that you desperately tried to hold back.

This only encouraged him, grinning up at you as his fingers slipped into the side of your panties. He pressed a soft kiss to the bottom of your stomach as he pulled them down, his fingers brushing the skin of your legs along the way.

"Wait," you shook your head frantically, pulling your legs up only making it easier for him to slip your underwear off. "Aegon, I'm n-not sure ab-"

"Relax," Aegon's words were soft, full of reassurance that did nothing to calm your nerves. He pushed your legs apart again, gently as he kept one hand pressed on the top of your stomach. "You're okay. I've got you."

"Aegon, please I-" you gasped as he pressed a finger to your bare cunt, sliding your wetness up your folds. You were shaking as his finger flicked over your clit, rubbing it so slowly as if to tease you.

He climbed up, hand still between your thighs as he hovered over your body. His forehead pressed against yours as he watched every expression you made. Your face contorted with pleasure, eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace.

But the way he was looking at you, eyes more dilated than yours as he stared at you in pure bliss, was more intimate than his actions. It could almost be mesmerising, the way he looked at you, if you didn't feel so violated by his actions.

"You're fucking soaked for me. Literally coating my fingers," Aegon groaned into your lips. He used his free hand to gather your wetness, slipping a finger into your sopping pussy. "Gods I think you're close."

He was right. Of course, he was right.

You could hear the squelching of your pussy, filling the room with your breathy moans. Your stomach was tensing as you felt your pussy clench around his fingers.

It was consuming you and you couldn't help but grab onto Aegon's arm, wrapping your hand around his bicep. Your nails dug into his skin as your back arched up towards him.

"Aegon," you repeated in a broken whimpers, a deep sensation taking over you.

"It's okay, baby."

That sent you over the edge, thighs clenching around his hand as you tried to push him away. You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, the feeling becoming so overwhelming as the tears that pricked your eyes began to fall.

"You're okay," Aegon said, pulling his hand out from your thighs. "You're fine, Y/N."

But you didn't feel fine, you felt like you couldn't breathe and all you wanted in that moment was for Aegon to hold you in his arms and tell you it would be okay. And that's what he did when you clung to him, pressing your head into his chest as you relaxed.

"Look at me." Aegon cupped your I face in his hands, pulling you up to look at him. He looked deeply concerned, wiping your puffy cheeks with his thumbs. "Tell me you're okay."

"I'm fine," you let out but your lip was still quivering. "It was a lot."

"Yeah I can tell." Aegon placed you down on top of him, bringing you both up to the pillows. "But you did so well for me."

"I did?" Your eyes were wet as you gazed up at him, a desperation in them.

"Yeah," he nodded, brushing his lips against your forehead. "You did really good for me."

Sleep came quickly that night even with his bruising grip on your hips and the wetness that stuck to your thighs. But that was the night Aegon continued to cross the line, thinking that if he ventured further, it wouldn't matter any more.

You remembered finding your soaked underwear in his hands and how he had at some point cleaned you between your thighs that night.

You remembered how you'd wake up in the morning at times with his fingers lodged between your legs and sometimes buried within your panties. You knew what he was doing to you and you just let him. At first you didn't truly know why but eventually you got it. The fear of losing Aegon was bigger than the fear of anything he could do to you. But also some sick twisted part of you enjoyed these bits he stole from you. Knowing that it made him happy and his happiness was your happiness.

-

Currently writing a part three

[aleksanderscult]

A follow up to my other question; if we had a sun summoner (basically an entirely different person than Alina) that really was the strong-willed person who wanted to stand by his side and take part in his fight for the Grisha, what do you think he would have wanted that to look like? (And i mean beyond the fold-plot part of the show because we know the plot of s&b and how she messed everything up.) Do you think he would’ve ever allowed the sun summoner to act as a soldier as he had? I think I have a hard time imagining an Aleksander that would allow the sun summoner to go out and be in any possible danger without him present which sounds incredibly limiting to what they’d actually be able to do. I can’t imagine them being allowed to make very many political moves if he got his ruler/queen without his say so and approval, (especially not alina because every political move or even thought she had was actively stupid or the opposite of helpful) so I struggled to understand what he would’ve wanted and expected from them post-expanding the fold. Would a sun summoner with military experience or political experience like himself be able to ever convince him to let them go on military missions by themselves without him? I’m basically trying to understand what we could’ve had he would’ve been like. What would he actually be like if he had gotten the strong-willed, empathetic, political savvy with a functioning brain kind of sun summoner and what Aleksander wanted…and deserved. So much of the character we saw with Aleksander was who he had to be when dealing with someone like Alina, who just couldn’t think for herself, didn’t want to, had no political understanding on the most basic of levels, and didn’t have a spine for practically anything. This isn’t an anti-alina ask, i’m just wondering what type of Aleksander we could’ve gotten with the type of person i described above and what he would’ve wanted from them and allowed them to do. I’m really curious as to what he could’ve been like and truthfully what he had in mind because I struggle to picture what he actually wanted or what he would’ve done had he gotten the type of summoner he deserved

Okay, let's pretend that he got the Sun Summoner that he truly wanted and dreamed of (as you said).

First of all, he would take his time to figure her out. Her views and opinion about him and the Grisha persecution (just like he did with Alina in S&B). Let's say that she passed the test here. Let's say that he found her logical, strong, determined and fierce.

The next stop would be for Aleksander to trust her. He doesn't trust someone easily and he would have to make sure that this girl is worthy of his own thoughts and plans. That would take some time and it would depend on how trustworthy and honest that Sun Summoner would be. Let's say that in time she passed this test too.

The next problem we have is that Aleksander is a controlling person. He wants to have the upper hand on things like ruling, taking military decisions etc. In the beginning, I imagine her taking her with him wherever he would go. Both because he would want to keep her close and out of his desire to teach her things. Like "Look how I'm handling things. Look what needs to be done. Observe and learn". Because I kinda doubt he would ever find a Sun Summoner all ready and knowledgeable about matters of the state like he is.

That's why trust is important for him. Because he would have to make sure that she can be counted on for important things and she wouldn't turn against him or usurp him.

I don't believe that in the beginning he would let her take full control of the kingdom or even an equal stand with him, but! If he saw her ready to fight and take part in wars he would take her with him in the battlefield and, in time after seeing her getting stronger and stronger, he would let her go by herself. Like "We've got a situation on the northern borders. Take one hundred men with you, finish them off and come back." And that's because it would be impossible for him to be everywhere at once. He couldn't be both in the battlefield with the Sun Summoner AND stay on the throne and deal with other, ruling matters. Sooner or later they would have to split and he would be forced to let her go and let her do something by herself. It's inevitable and Aleksander would know that. Sometimes they would need to share the responsibilities. Sometimes Aleksander would have to go to Fjerda to deal with some drüskelle while his Sun Summoner would have to stay in Os Alta because an important meeting with some Kerch ambassadors must take place and other things like that.

Now, about the ruling matter. Yes, he would make her his Queen but for how much liberty and freedom he would allow her to have in making decisions by herself is a debatable matter in this fandom.

Here's my own opinion of it:

In the beginning, if she would try to make a decision by herself, he wouldn't like it. Because he's not used to have others take major decisions (having the King rule him in S&B doesn't count here because in that occasion Aleksander had no other option but to obey him). So, in the first years, it would be kinda difficult for him to get used to it. He would probably not let her decisions be put into action. Like "don't overreach yourself, okay. I'm in charge here".

But! (and this is important)

I don't find Aleksander to be that kind of person who gets crazy feral if his Queen disagrees with a decision of his. If his Sun Summoner spoke reasonably about her disagreement, if she was calm and logical with her own reasons of why she finds his verdict wrong, he would listen to her.

Alina in R&R had said to him that "We would be equals until I disagreed with you. Then you would do to me what you did to Genya."

I disagree. I don't see him that way. Just like I said, if her own argument is spoken in a calm, reasonable manner and in a respectable, honest way, he would actually listen to her. He wouldn't be "OH MY GOD YOU ARGUE AGAINST ME!! DUNGEONS NOW!!"

It's all about the way she'll say it and what is the reason of their argument.

With Alina it was different because she spoke out against him for a matter of high importance: his fight against the Grisha persecution and, of course, Alina's character didn't know shit about politics, wars and what needed to be done.

So, in conclusion, in matters of warfare he would allow her to go by herself if he deemed her powerful and capable to go by herself without getting killed or captured easily and having the right knowledge in fights and strategy.

And in matter of ruling, it would be strange for him if she started and taking decisions by herself from the first week and he probably wouldn't like it. But as the years would go by, I think that not only he would allow her to have a saying but also he would ask for her advice (YES YOU HEARD ME RIGHT).

(oh and about your question if he would allow her to become a soldier: yes. Mainly because all Grisha become soldiers and the Darkling is a man that believes in having fighting skills. Let's not forget how he was teaching Grisha to learn hand-in-hand combat apart from developing their Grisha powers. Plus, I don't imagine him wanting someone that sits on the couch everyday. As much as he would fear for her life sometimes, he would want her to be a fighter)

[kohabielnin]

Hi I really like your truth and inference posts and wondering if you can do a headcanon of their reaction if reader betrays them?

As you didn't make it very clear what kind of betrayal it would be, I assumed it was related to work, as I don't feel comfortable writing about betrayal in a relationship.

Truth & Inference Responding to Betrayal

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• He wasn't surprised because he already imagined that you were working with Lady Truth and Mr. inference,

• Of course, he was very disappointed because you were the one responsible for the information,

• Business must continue, so he gave you a choice of leaking information from Mr. Inference while leaking information from him to the detective,

• Obviously he saw this as a new way to play with you and Mr. Inference,

• If you refuse to do this, then let's say it's over, after all DM will never forgive a traitor,

• But if you agree, he'll never trust you as much as he did before.

Tuberose/Jack

• To say he felt betrayed was an understatement,

• Come on, this man was your co-worker and you simply told Mr. Inference and Lady Truth about his existence,

• He can't look at your face without feeling repulsed,

• He was really very disappointed in you,

• You never went on a mission together again because he asked D.M that this never happen again,

• Congratulations, you made it to the Tuberose blacklist

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• He already imagined something like that, he quickly realized when you started acting strange,

• He was very disappointed in you, obviously.

• He tried to make a deal, that he wouldn't tell D.M that you were betraying the Mélodis family, as long as nothing compromising was leaked,

• He didn't pretend that something like this didn't happen while you moved on, after all you betrayed his trust,

• If you don't end up accepting his deal, he won't hesitate to end you, don't take him the wrong way, he's only faithful to his brother,

• Even Leon was sad when he found out and the hawk really liked you

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• He suspected that you were slowly becoming clear about the Silent Rebel's identity,

• When D.M entered his laboratory with you by his side, everything became clear to Gatto,

• The person he trusted betrayed him by handing him over to D.M and now his life was gone,

• Cat never wanted to come near you again, neither she nor the other kittens,

• Even though the penalty that D.M gave him was light at his request, Gatto was never able to be in the same environment as you again,

• In other words, Gatto reacted in the same way as Tuberose, or even worse

Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar

• He threw a fit of rage when he found out, Lady Truth managed to calm him down,

• Come on, he never thought you would go to D.M's side even though he knew everything,

• He kicked you out of the agency even though Lady Truth begged him not to,

• The last words he said to you was to do whatever you wanted and never look for him again,

• Lady Truth was angry at Mr. Inference's overreaction, but she couldn't go against her best friend,

• It hurt him a lot when he found out about such a thing, but you had made your choice

White/Saphir Mélodis

• Congratulations, you broke it,

• When he had the vision of you cheating on him, he just felt broken,

• He had done everything to make you feel good around him and you did this to him, why?

• Owl was sad that White wouldn't let her sleep on his head or shoulder anymore,

• At first you didn't understand why he suddenly started acting like that, but when the penny dropped, you felt guilty,

• But now there was no going back, the mistake had already been made.

[amsgrey]

Little Sister Hugs

requested: yes

synopsis: Jay gets stuck undercover in a risky case, and Voight warns you and Will that you might be at risk. You and Will get brought in by detectives who have their own plans.

warnings: canon typical violence, gun violence, threats and general bad vibes from criminals

please enjoy this extremely angsty fic bc its the last one for a while lol

You had been living with Jay for most of your life, even before your father died. You were so young when your mother died, your father essentially became a shell of himself. Leaving Jay to take care of you while Will pursued his career across another continent. When you were 7, Jay became a detective and the relationship between him and your dad became more strained.

You were so used to having Jay around all of the time that it was hard when he stopped visiting or staying over so much. As a result, your life started to get worse. Your father was never much of a parent to you, he did his best but you knew you were a mistake. He'd told Jay once that you looked so much like your mother that he saw her every time you were around. Although he was never very affectionate to you before, any sense of fatherly care had gone by the time you turned 8. Jay had decided enough was enough, knowing that Will wouldn't be able to do anything from New York, he decided to become your guardian. Ever since then, you had lived with him and he'd become more of a parent to you than anyone else ever was.

You had always known Jay had a dangerous career, but he had done risky jobs your entire life. You were used to it by now. He was always extra careful when he went undercover to make sure he didn't get tailed home, or bring any of his work around you unwittingly. When Will moved back home, he'd stayed with you two for a while. Then when Jay went undercover you would stay with Will.

Now, you were 16, you had complained about having to stay with Will while Jay was undercover.

"I can take care of myself fine," You told Jay, dragging your feet when he told you to pack your stuff.

"I know you can," Jay responded, holding you by the shoulders, "But I'm not taking any risks. I want to know you're definitely safe."

You groaned, letting him pull you into a hug and pretending to be mad about it, "You're such a sop."

Jay scoffed, pushing you away and grabbing your bag, "Get your ass in the car."

You laughed, trailing behind him while giggling about how irritated he looked.

Living with Will short term was alright, but it'd been almost two weeks and you were starting to realise why Jay took care of you instead of him. You didn't mind his late shifts or ever changing schedule because you were so used to Jays.

The only problem was you were so used to going to the district after school that it felt wrong not too. You'd complained to Will about it and he'd promised that after school on Friday you could come to Med and he'd get away early so you could go get dinner.

When Friday rolled around, you were excited to actually do something fun. Most of the time you hated hospitals, but knowing it would be a short visit was beareable.

Maggie beamed when she saw you, pulling you into a hug and immediately teasing you about being the "mini Halstead" like she always did. Normally you would go to the doctor's lounge to wait, but Maggie told you that it was being used for something so she pulled a chair up at the nurse's station for you.

Will spotted you from across th ED and made a B line for you, "Hey, kid, how was school?"

You leaned your head back to look at him, grinning at him upside down, "Good. How is work?"

Will grinned back, "Good." he copied, "Got any homework?"

You nodded, grabbing out the biology homework you'd gotten in 3rd period. You showed it to him, declaring, "my favourite!"

He laughed, "Just try it, i'll check the answers tonight, yeah?"

"yeah yeah," You replied, letting him give you a kiss on the forehead before he went back to his actual work.

Biology was not your strong suit - to be honest, neither was any other science but you at least liked chemistry. Biology was just boring. It didn't help that your science teacher's specialty was biology, so all the homework he gave was biology. Normally Will would go through it with you, but he'd tried to convince you to try it on your own the last few days. You'd told him he was the only Halstead who understood biology and would always be the only Halstead who understood biology.

You hadn't been in the ED much the last few years, which was an accomplishment knowing your family. Jay had managed to avoid getting hurt at work and Will knew how much you disliked the ED so he would invite you to the work hang-outs so you could still see Maggie and the others without going into Med. As you sat trying to work through your exercise, you realized just how chaotic and loud the ED was. No wonder Will came home exhausted most nights. It was like trying to concentrate when the entire world was buzzing around you.

You couldn't help but watch Will as he worked, he looked so in his element that it made you proud to be his sister. As you were watching him and Dr Asher converse, a hand on your shoulder almost made you jump out of your skin.

You whirled around to see Dr Marcel looking remorseful, "Didn't mean to scare you."

You sighed, putting a hand over your racing heart, "How do you walk so quietly?"

he laughed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. He glanced over what you were working on, "Mitosis and Meiosis." He read aloud.

You scowled down at the words, "I really don't see why I need to know this."

Crockett laughed, "Not planning on being a doctor?"

You turned your scowl on him, "I'd rather die."

He grinned and shook his head at your antics, "I'm a little offended."

You shrugged, turning back to your paper and continuing to doodle in the margins.

Dr Marcel watched for a few seconds before he asked, "Do you need some help?"

"Oh my god, please," You begged, "Will normally helps but well-" You both looked over to see him entering a treatment room.

Dr marcel took your paper from you, scanning over it and reading the instructions for each exercise, "Seems easy enough."

"Easy?" You scoffed.

Your banter drew the attention of Dr Archer, who made his way over to where you were sitting and leaned on the desk in front of you, "Might I ask why one of my doctors is sitting here and not doing his job?" He scolded.

Immediately you drew back, Dr Archer was kind of an ass from what you heard about him. The few times you met him he was intimidating and sometimes dismissive. There was something about how hard his stare was that always made you want to slink away.

Dr Marcel didn't seem at all fazed, immediately challenging Dr Archer, "Well, Dean, I'm on transplant today and we have no cases, so I came down here to see where I could help and i found it."

Dr Archer looked down at your homework, "Mitosis and Meiosis? You could be more help elsewhere."

Crockett hummed in disapproval, "I disagree, helping the new generation of doctors and nurses."

The Chief of ED turned to you, "You want to be a doctor?"

In the corner of your eye you could see Dr Marcel trying to silent tell you to say yes.

"Uh, maybe?" You replied, trying not to laugh.

Dr Archer let out a quiet, 'hm' and then left you to it. When he did, Will made his way back over to you.

"Please tell me you aren't stirring up trouble," He sighed, sitting against the desk.

"I would never," You replied sarcastically.

"Oh sure," He responded, playfully poking your shoulder. "Are you ready to get going?"

Your face lit up at the prospect of leaving, "Yes!"

Will glanced over your majority empty worksheet, "No success on biology?"

Dr Marcel chuckled, "I tried but I don't know if she's cut out to be a doctor."

You frowned, "Ha. Ha."

Will grinned at you, grabbing your bag off the floor and letting you say goodbye to Dr Marcel and Maggie so you could leave.

As you were walking out you stopped to wave bye to Hannah, who had been too busy to come see you but waved goodbye anyway.

As you were climbing into Will's car and putting on your seatbelt he got a call.

"Hello?" He answered.

You could hear another male voice on the other end. he hung up after a minute and started the car, looking almost concerned.

"Who was that?"

"Sargent Voight," He told you, "He's sending an unmarked car to pick us up from my place soon, as a precaution."

You frowned, "Is Jay okay?"

"I think so," He responded, "Sounds like they're just being cautious."

You nodded but didn't feel too convinced. You both sat in silence the entire ride. When you got home you both sat around waiting for the non-uniforms to come to get you. Will reheated some of last night's leftovers, giving them to you and telling you to eat quickly. You didn't have an appetite seeming the situation, but took a few bites to shut him up.

The knock at the door startled both of you, even though you were expecting it. Will opened the door to reveal two detectives.

"Will Halstead?" One of them asked.

"Yeah," He replied, ushering you over to join him.

"I'm detective Davis, this is my partner Detective Nash, would you come with us?" As he spoke he showed you his badge and his partner did the same, and then they were leading the way down the stairs to the car they had parked in front of the house.

You and Will climbed in the back, cut off from the two in the front by the screen. You leaned over to Will and joked about how it felt like you were being arrested, he rolled his eyes at your bad joke.

About ten minutes into the drive Will's phone started ringing again, he reached for it but the detective in the passenger seat whirled around, "Don't answer that."

Will frowned, showing him the screen, "It's Sergeant Voight," he explained.

"I don't care," He snapped back, "Don't answer it."

You couldn't see anything from where you were sitting, but Will's eyes kept flicking between the man's face and lower body like he was watching something. He put the phone down and raised his hands in defeat. The detective turned back in his seat, mumbling something under his breath.

Will looked over at you and say the concern in your eyes, he leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, it's alright."

You nodded, taking a deep breath to try to calm your nerves. You fished your own phone out of your pocket, seeing a missed call from Voight as well. You always had your phone on silent, it seemed for once missing a call was actually useful. Voight was notorious for not checking his texts in a hurry, so you quickly pulled up Kim's contact. Will watched you silently, keeping an eye on the two hostile detectives.

You typed out a rushed message to Kim; Some detectives picked us up, but we aren't going to the district.

Immediately it showed Kim had read the text, typing out a reply.

Detectives?

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, showing Will the reply. You both shared a worried look.

You replied, Detective Nash and Davis.

Another message from Kim came through. Do you know where you are?

You looked out the window, trying to find street signs, you were terrible at remembering names. Before you could type out the reply, the car veered off the road to a shingle path. The road opened up to a quarry, which in the evening light looked much more ominous than you liked. You quickly shoved your phone under the passenger seat to make sure they wouldn't see it.

The 'detectives' got out of the car and the driver barked, "Stay here and don't make any noise."

You and Will listened to their footsteps move away from the car. Once they were out of the car you let out a shaky breath you had been holding. Will unclipped his seatbelt then undid yours, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you.

He soothed a hand up and down your back, "Stay calm, it'll be alright. Nice easy breaths."

You nodded, resting your cheek against his chest and hugging him back to try calm yourself down. After a moment the footsteps returned, they walked to your door and yanked it open. Detective Nash impatiently waved for you to exit. You hesitantly shuffled out of the car, crying out when he grabbed your arm and roughly pulled you away from Will.

He pulled his gun out of his holster, "You try anything, she gets one between the eyes," he said to Will, waving his gun around for emphasis.

He handcuffed your hands in front of you, Detective Davis handcuffing Will's behind him. Then Davis was dragging Will along with him along a track through the grass, you and the other detective following. Will kept looking back over his shoulder at you, silently telling you to remain calm.

The path in the grass opened into a work site, you walked past an excavator that looked older than you. Past the mess of old materials and machinery, the site was relatively clear. Apart from the group of five gathered men.

As you got closer you recognized one of them as Jay, he was wearing a dress shirt and pants and had clearly taken a recent beating to the face. His nose was still dripping blood. He was also handcuffed, when he spotted you and Will his nostrils flared in anger and he strained against his restraints.

You and Will were forced to your knees in front of the group. When you glanced around the other members, you noticed two of them had badges clipped to their belts. These were cops. It took all of your self control not to start crying, your brain was screaming at you to do something, but your body just trembled uncontrollably.

"So," One of the men started, "Now that your cover is blown, Detective Halstead," he spoke Jay's title like he was mocking him, "I thought you would enjoy seeing your family again."

Jay and Will were staring at each other, no doubt silently talking to each other like they always did. You used to joke they had twin telepathy but without the 'twin' part. Now it seemed they were silently trying to figure out a game plan.

It's useless. Your brain kept repeating. You were in the middle of nowhere, no one would hear anything this far away from residents, not at this hour. Even if they did, what could be done? There was no happy ending tonight.

The man who spoke before broke from the line, taking up a place next to you threateningly. You glanced up at Jay, trying to put yourself anywhere but here.

"I'll ask you again, Detective," He said, "What do you and your team have?"

You shook your head ever so slightly, no matter what Jay couldn't compromise his case. Even if he did share what they knew, you would all still die anyway. Dirty cops had almost nothing to loose.

Jay shook his head, "Not enough to make a solid case."

The man growled, he threw something to the ground, "But you had a recording device on you all the time? How could you not have anything?"

Jay opened his mouth to respond but he was cut off by the man, "If you lie to me again Halstead," He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pressing the muzzle of his gun to your temple, "Your pretty little sister pays the price."

Will started to protest, but was cut off by a sharp punch by Nash. Any concern on jays face had gone, you knew his well enough to see the glint of fear in his eyes, but mostly he just looked livid.

"I don't know what my team has," He said slowly, "I haven't spoken to them in a few days, they might have more-"

You couldn't help but cry out in surprise when you were being hauled to your feet by your hair, straight away your scalp felt like it was on fire.

"You really want to see your sister's brains all over the place?"

The irrational side of your brain took charge and you argued, "You're going to kill us anyway."

The man looked at you shocked as if he didn't know other people could talk. When he stared at you any drenge of confidence left you.

Oh shit.

Part of you felt a little proud for standing up to him, but the majority felt paralysing fear. You wouldn't even be able to defend yourself from this man, he was at least twice your size.

"You know what, I like her," He chortled, "And she's not wrong. Not completely. I'll kill you and your brother, Detective, but her?"

He let go of your hair and grabbed your chin tightly, pulling your face towards him like he was inspecting it.

"Can't let a pretty face like that go to waste."

Your heart pounded in your ears, you could feel yourself start to freeze up with fear.

He turned to Davis, ordering, "Put her in my car."

"No!" You protested, trying to fight back against the man who was much stronger than you. You glanced over your shoulder to see Jay and Will fighting back too, shouting obscene threats.

Davis dragged you kicking and screaming to a black SUV, he opened the door and shoved you in, not caring how rough he was being. Before the door shut he unlocked your cuffs, smirking at the fact you would still be as useless. When the door shut you immediately tried to open it, pulling uselessly at the handle. You tried the other side, then attempted the front doors but none would budge. You were locked in. throwing all sense out the window, you tried to break the glass by kicking it. It didn't even flex. You knew it was useless, it was probably reinforced or bulletproof.

It didn't mean you stopped trying. You eventually kicked the window so many times that it was starting to hurt your foot. You stopped for a moment to gather your thoughts. The sound of gunfire echoed around the quarry.

"No!" You screamed, pounding your fists against the window, "LEt me out, let me out!"

You could picture the scene, your brothers dead in the dirt, having not stood a chance. Your brain burned the fake image in your mind, convincing you it was real. You let out a choked sob, tears burning your eyes as you sobbed into your hands.

Over the sound of your laboured breathing, you heard footsteps approaching. You forced yourself to get as far away from the door as you could, tucking into a tight ball in the far corner of the seat. You prepared yourself to give one last fight, scrubbing the tears out of your eyes you your sleeve.

When the door opened, Hailey stood on the other side.

"Hey, hey," She said quietly, offering you her hand, "You're alright."

You hesitantly took her hand, letting her help you out of the car. When you were out, you glanced around to see patrol cops gathered around. You locked eyes with Will, dropping Hailey's hand and rushing to him, locking him into a hug.

Will immediately wound his arms around you, holding you tightly to his chest and promising he was okay, everything was okay. You cried into his chest, unable to hold back the raw emotions that had coursed through you moments before. Will gently pried your arms from around his waist, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"I know someone else who might need a hug," He said softly, guiding you back through the site to the entrance where an ambulance was parked. He nodded to Voight, who gave you a soft smile. You were still attached to Will, holding his arm tightly like it was the only thing holding you together.

Voight stepped out of the way, letting you and WIll approach the ambulance. Jay was sitting on the step, looking exhausted but relatively unharmed. You couldn't help but start crying again, so glad that he was okay. Jay smiled, shakily getting to his feet and reaching out for you. He pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his chest as he soothed your hair and held onto you as he tried to convince himself you were alright.

You pulled away first, trying to clear the tears off your face. "Are you okay?"

He chuckled, "I'm better now."

You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing Will and pulling them both into a hug. When you pulled away you softly poked Jay's arm, sniffling, "You're still a sop."

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Haunted: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: This is Hotch's first case back since being stabbed by Foyet. As much as he says he's fine, he's not and he's letting his emotions affect the case in a negative way.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"One need not be a chamber to be haunted, one need not to be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place." - Emily Dickinson

Spencer isn't used to not being able to do things on his own so helping him get ready for work is a challenge.

"Will you stay still?" you say and grab his pants. 

"I can do it. Give it to me."

"Spencer Walter Reid. Stop moving and let me help you."

He freezes at the mention of his middle name. No one knows it but you, apparently.

"How did you...?"

"I've seen your driver's license. Now sit down and give me your leg."

Spencer sits on the edge of the bed and stretches his bad leg out to you so you can pull his pants on. It's been a month of recovering from both Hotch and Spencer. This is going to be his first day back since getting out of the hospital, and you're not sure how this is gonna go. It could either go horribly wrong and he'll need to take more time off or he'll be back on his feet. Emily wanted to pick Hotch up and drive him to the airport even though he'd been cleared to drive on his own.

With no unit chief in the office, you have a few minutes to yourself so you and Spencer head to Penelope's office to hang with her until Hotch comes in. Spencer hobbles into her office and she pulls up a chair for him.

"Thank you."

"Does it hurt?"

"It really only hurts when I think about it, which is pretty much all the time."

You place your hands on his shoulders from behind and massage his muscles gently.

"Don't worry, I've been very good at distracting him." Penelope laughs as Spencer looks at you with a smile on his face. You lean down and kiss him Spiderman-style. It's becoming one of your favorite positions to kiss him. When you pull away, you rake your fingers through his hair. "When are you gonna let me braid your hair?"

"Never," he says playfully and pushes you off him. Penelope has a box of cookies on the table, and he reaches to grab one but she slaps his hand away and slaps the lid on it. "Hey!"

"These are for Hotch," she says and puts a bucket of lollipops on top of them.

"I get shot in the leg and I don't get any cookies? You know he's gonna hate the attention," Spencer says and grabs a lollipop.

"It's cookies, not cake."

"He's probably gonna pretend like nothing happened," you state.

"Well, it doesn't mean we have to."

"I think maybe we should."

"I don't roll that way."

"I've been thinking about the entire time I've known Hotch, I don't think I've ever seen him blink," Spencer says.

"I know. It's weird."

"It's classic alpha male behavior."

"Do you think he stared down Foyet?" Penelope asks fearfully.

"Yes. I saw it. He didn't go down without a fight, that's for sure."

"Do you think he stared the whole time, like with each stab?"

"Yes."

"Is he okay?"

"I wouldn't be, but I'm a blinker," Spencer says, and you kiss the top of his head.

The door opens and JJ walks in with files in her hands.

"Spence, Y/N, there you two are. Grab your go bag."

"What's going on?"

"Turn on the news."

Penelope turns on one of the news channels that's talking about the most recent crime your team is going to investigate.

"Just after eight this morning, forty-year-old Darrin Call, a lifelong resident of Louisville, assaulted customers at the pharmacy on the corner of Main and Truxton Avenue. Eyewitnesses saw him walking east on Main Street minutes after the attack. He has not been seen since then. He was wearing a blue shirt, jeans, and a light-gray jacket. Within the hour, the Governor has called in all sources for a manhunt. Despite these statewide efforts, the suspect has eluded law enforcement. The body count is rising. Three are confirmed dead including an armed bank guard whose gun was used in the attack. Another two remain in critical condition. The assailant is still out there. We are going back to Eric Jennings who's been talking to residents of Louisville residents."

"We're going to Louisville."

"Alright. Bye, Pen."

You get up and escort Spencer out of her office over to his desk. You grab both yours and his bag since he can't carry his own and use his crutches, and you two head out with the team to the airplane. Spencer takes the couch to rest his leg while you take one of the chairs surrounding the small table.

"Our point person in Louisville is Lieutenant Kevin Mitchell," JJ says.

Just then, Hotch and Emily walk onto the plane, and you immediately feel anger coming off Hotch in waves. He has a stoic look on his face like always but the anger is stewing deep down inside him. It's a calm anger and it's all for Foyet.

"Good morning," Hotch greets.

"You look well, sir," Penelope says over video chat.

"Thank you. How long do you have that?" Hotch asks Spencer about his crutches.

"I'm not really sure. Welcome back."

"Thanks. Any other attacks?"

"No, not yet. Call's proven hard to track. He's never had a driver's license, so he's most likely still on foot or public transportation."

"No, he's not gonna take the bus. His face is everywhere," you shake your head.

"Has anyone found a stressor?"

"He just lost his job," Penelope explains. "He's worked at a factory since 1990 making appliances and not a single promotion."

"That's a long time to be bitter."

"Yeah, he's of the hermit variety. As far as I can tell, he's got no one. No wife, no kids, and no parents."

"Nothing to live for. Why hasn't he killed himself yet? Sprees usually end in suicide. If he's got nothing to live for, why hasn't he ended it?"

"He's not finished yet," Spencer answers Hotch. "We know he has displaced anger. He took it out on the first victim."

"The stock boy represents someone. We need to know who. Is he military?"

"No."

"He's lashing out for a reason. This guy's got anger, endless targets, and a gun. He's just getting started."

When the plane lands, you go off with Derek and Hotch to the crime scene at the pharmacy while Spencer and JJ head to the police station to get set up. Lieutenant Kevin Mitchell is waiting for them as soon as they walk in, and he's eager to get started. Before your team landed in Louisville, he created checkpoints on the state's lines at both the I-64 and I-65 and within a twenty-mile radius downtown. They think he's still on foot.

Take into consideration the average walking speed of two and a half miles per hour, and it's been just under three hours, then that adds up to an approximate eight-mile radius. First responders started a hard-target search of businesses and residences within that eight miles, and you're going to join them.

The lieutenant dug up all he could on Darrin Call but didn't find much. Me and Rossi are at his apartment so they might be able to find something the police couldn't. The strategy in all of this is to determine where he's headed next in order to stop him. Most spree killers are outwardly aggressive, and Darrin isn't that. He's defensive even if the video doesn't immediately show it.

You watch the video of Darrin over and over again until you see it. Darrin isn't aggressive until someone touches him. That's what set him off. It happens before he stabs someone. He hates being touched which is a trigger for him. 

He never meant to hurt these people, and he never went in there with a weapon. JJ is working with the media to inform them as soon as she possibly can. Darrin's apartment is a five-minute walking distance from the pharmacy but there is no sign at his apartment that he came back to wash off the blood, which means he's still bloody and walking around town like that.

Penelope says he doesn't have any family, so where is he going to go looking like that? He might be messy in the head and in his everyday life, but his apartment is really neat or maybe he's military or hospitalized which means he has the same routine every day.

However, today is different. He killed three people. Why did it change?

The energy left at the pharmacy is astounding. The energy is breaking off into different streams as if it's panicking. Darrin isn't right in the head and he is definitely going to hurt himself sooner rather than later. He's going to piss off the wrong person and get hurt.

"Hotch, he's losing his mind. His mind is tearing itself into pieces. This energy is being pulled apart." Hotch stares straight ahead without giving you any indication that he heard you. "Hotch, did you hear me?"

"Yeah," he nods and walks off.

Hotch isn't okay. Who would be after what he went through?

"Mr. Call was always so quiet. He's been coming here for years," a woman talking to Derek says.

She is the pharmacist responsible for giving out medications to people.

"Has he ever had a run-in with the stock boy?"

"I can't see why he would. John was new here. I waved him over. I didn't know what else to do. No one else was helping."

"He didn't turn violent until you gave him his prescription?" you ask.

"It wasn't his. It was somebody else's. I just wanted him to calm down."

"JJ's press conference is in five minutes," Hotch says when he joins the group.

"Hotch, we might have something else here. Why didn't you give him his own medication?" Derek asks the woman.

"He didn't have any refills left."

"For what?"

"Alprazolam, but he used to be on Thiothixene."

"He was on an antipsychotic?" Hotch asks.

"That's why I wanted him to calm down. He's been off his medications for about a month now."

"When were you gonna tell us this? He's armed and delusional. Who's his doctor?" Hotch asks angrily.

"I don't remember. My computer..."

You turn to see her computer had been damaged in the fight.

"Great," Hotch scoffs and walks off.

"I'm sorry."

You and Derek look at each other because Hotch is completely out of line for this.

"He's not listening to us. I've seen this kind of behavior before. He's not going to want to listen. Not until he catches Foyet." You two walk over to Hotch. "Hotch."

"Call JJ and tell her about the meds."

"This is not her fault and you know it."

"Morgan, he's in a psychotic break. It changes everything."

"Do you want to talk about this?"

"No! I want to find him!" Hotch sighs in frustration and pulls out his phone to call Penelope. "Garcia, he's been off his antipsychotic for a month. What else did you miss?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't get his medical records yet, so--"

"Find them. Find everything."

"Yes, sir."

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Lover

Chapter 26: Epilogue - The right lover

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3rd's POV

*3 years later*

"One large Americano"

At the sound of her order being called Yunjin stood up from a chair and walked over to the counter. She smiled at the lady before taking the cup from her and heading towards the exit. The sunlight hit her eyes forcing her to squint them to see anything. Slowly she started making her way to the Hybe's building while sipping on her Americano, the coffee that she made you fall in love with all these years ago. Truthfully she hoped that you still loved it as much as before despite everything that happened between you.

She wished that there was still something you loved because of her without remembering what she did to you. If there was such a thing then not being able to be with you wouldn't hurt as much. That was what she managed to realize and learn the past 3 years, she wanted you to be happy even when you're not with her. She stopped being your happiness after all.

After around 5 minutes she got to the company. The walk through the hallways felt just like any other day, smiling and greeting the staff and other idols pretending that she was happy but the truth was she could never call herself fully happy without you. Whenever she saw people in the hallways in love, she wished all the best for them and that they would last.

Finally getting to her practice room Yunjin walked in and looked around. Sakura and Eunchae were eating chips in the corner, talking about something. Kazuha was practicing her moves for their newest comeback while Chaewon was laying on the couch scrolling through her phone. Her eyes moved from her phone and to the door, locking eyes with Yunjin. She gave the younger girl a small smile which she reciprocated. The awkwardness stayed between the two but they managed to make up. It took a while because Chaewon wasn't super keen on forgiving Yunjin for messing in her relationship but they managed to get over it and started repairing their friendship slowly.

"Alright girls, let's get to work"

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"I... I'm gonna... dieee"

Panting Yunjin sat down next to Sakura, leaning her head on her shoulder. The older girl pat her knee and chuckled at her exaggerations "You're not gonna die Yunjin" Chaewon laughed at the scene before looking back at her phone. A message appeared at the top of her screen, she clicked on it with a smile.

Baby❤

I'm at the Café💕

You

On my way love❤

"I'm gonna get going guys, I'll see you at the dorm" Chaewon stood up gaining attention of all of them and a knowing smirk from Sakura. Yunjin watched as Chaewon left the room and started thinking about how lucky she is to get over you and find her real love. It looked like all of this mess only helped in making her realize that she truly liked Minju and that she shouldn't run from her feelings or trying to go the easy way. She also matured just like Yunjin.

Suddenly Yunjin also stood up and started gathering her things "I'm also gonna get going. See you later guys" And with that she left the room and the company and made her way in the direction of the Han River, a place where she found herself going to a lot. It was your favorite place and some part of her hoped to see you there since from what she heard you came back to Korea a year ago. You left NMIXX and JYP Entertainment and now were pursuing a career as a soloist under Starship. Despite you being back for a year now, you never contacted Yunjin or Chaewon. Not surprising but it hurt.

At the Han River Yunjin sat down on the grass and watched people. Some kids playing around laughing loudly at something silly, parents walking around with their kids and people on dates hanging out and spending a great time together. Yunjin continued observing them until she heard a very familiar laugh, a laugh that never failed to make her heart speed up just like this time. In a second her head turned in the direction from where she heard it and her heart broke once again at the sight.

At the sight of you laughing with someone else.

At the sight of you being held by someone else.

At the sight of you kissing someone else.

Kissing Yuqi.

She watched as she bought ice cream for both of you and you kissing her as a thank you. She noticed how much you changed, your hair got longer and your style also changed but most importantly you looked happy. You looked really happy and who was she to tell you that this happiness was wrong?

She smiled at the sight of you walking away hand in hand with Yuqi realizing that you found the right lover for yourself and not it was time for her to accept it, move on and find the right lover for herself.

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Summary: Chaewon getting a lover was a shocking but happy news to everyone at Le Sserafim's dorm, until the news came out to the public and Yunjin found out that it was her ex-girlfriend, Kwon Y/N.

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the screenshot game got me thinking..what are all the RO's like if they have to pose as a couple with a friend they *don't* have feelings for? I got Blade and I genuinely can't tell if he'd be more or less awkward, lol

Blade: he would be way less awkward with just a platonic friend, he would have just be breathing deeply through his nose and letting the other person talk more, but it would be wayyyyy easier and more comfortable to pull off and believable, lol! He's far smoother with someone he doesn't have feelings for and would be able to lie pretty easily, lol!

Trouble: I think he would be pretty awkward about it because he's not great at actively lying, but depending on the person, they could put him at ease! If paired with someone who's naturally outgoing or can just brush it off and make it funny like "dude don't make this fucking weird, suck it up and act like you're my husband, I'm not going to jump your bones you dipshit kakhead!! (Ayla)" he'd be fine; if it was someone he's not as comfortable with like a Lavinet or maybe, like, Red or Riel, it'd be slightly weird but they'd just forge past it and give it the good ol' college try. Mostly he'd just stand there uncomfortably looking lost and like he doesn't know what to do with his hands, lol

Tallys: she's smooth regardless if it's someone she has feelings for, is sleeping with, or is just platonic friends with, it doesn't really change her behavior either way (except that she's more outwardly handsy with a FWB or lover, lol)! She'd be like "seriously, you can't be mature about this -_-" while Trouble freezes up like "yes......... you are my wife and we are looking for a honeymoon suite................." but she'd be the one swiftly and graciously moving the conversation along and selling the whole bit!

Shery: she's certainly less awkward with a good friend (pretending to be a fake couple with someone she has feelings for seems like it would cause her to melt into a puddle on the floor), but she's still definitely a bit awkward about it, lol. Luckily for her, most people would just assume she's like a blushing virgin bride or something, so she'd be able to get away with letting the other person talk!

Riel: he's an unapologetic liar, so I think he'd be able to manage this successfully either way. He's probably more internally comfortable with a platonic friend than the object of his affections, but then again, he might also enjoy the 'fantasy' of roleplaying this with someone he had feelings for more! The sexual tension would be an added complexity, but honestly he probably wouldn't be that mad about it, lol

Chase: he LOVES this either way. he EATS IT UP. He's ridiculously over the top and hammy about it whether with a friend or with someone he has feelings for, honestly: it's just his motivations are different (to make the friend want to die of embarrassment and troll them if platonic, or because he thinks it's wildly ironic and hilarious if with someone he's already sleeping with/has feelings for and it's just another way to flirt outrageously with them). he also just loves lying and spinning stories for people, so this would be just a boatload of fun for him!

Red: I think he'd be smooth about this either way, but he'd definitely be far more internally nervous and overanalyzing everything with someone he's attracted to versus with a friend. (But on an external level, he'd pretty much just act the same.) With a friend, this is just like any other mission: whether they're pretending to be a pair of merchants or a married couple, it doesn't really matter to him or make him feel any differently about it (though certain pairings would certainly make the whole charade go smoother. Someone like Lavinet or Briony?? Sure, they can collaborate on a lie and 'make pretend' very easily. Pair him up with Blade? Why would you do that.). But if it's with someone he has feelings for, half of his mind is occupied at all times with keeping focus on the mission and reminding himself that this is about work and reining in slut-Red's innermost hopes that this scenario could lead to very interesting resolutions to the tensions he's been sensing between himself and his crush... (don't think about that, don't think about that, this is a very important mission and it would be very scummy for you to think about anything else besides that.' slut-red: unless?...)

Ayla: I think she'd definitely be more comfortable doing this with a friend than she would be with the object of her affections! Every little thing her crush would do would throw her off or make her jumpy, like if they put an arm around her waist or hold her hand, she'd jump and hiss, like, What are you doing!! You can't just do that!! MC: Aren't I your spouse though LOL She'd get flustered and also a little singed over the fact that MC is only doing this for the ruse, so what is she getting so excited about... It would just be a difficult time for her! With a friend she'd just roll her eyes and go along with it, or she might even have fun with the whole situation, so it'd definitely be way easier for her!

Briony: I think she'd be a bit more comfortable and happy with the fake couple scenario if she was doing it with her crush, because she'd view it as a way to 'safely' flirt with them all she wanted, and it would make her very happy to hold their hand or be treated like their girlfriend/wife and she could happily commit to the fantasy of it with her whole heart (for the mission's sake and authenticity of course)!! So she'd have way more fun and would be more comfortable acting affectionate/flirtatious with them if she also held real romantic feelings for them. With a platonic friend, she could get by well enough, but she'd be just a little too cautious about not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable or crossing the boundary of their friendship/making things weird (like she'd always be whispering, "is it okay if I take your hand?" or "i had to kiss you on the cheek earlier to sell it, i'm so sorry if that was weird....") So basically it would actually be more uncomfortable for her with a platonic friend because she'd be over-conscious of making them uncomfortable or crossing some hidden boundary between them! (Ironically, she's very thoughtlessly physically affectionate with her friends as it is, but there's a huge difference in her mind between taking their arm and walking down the street as friends and literally pretending to be their wife and playacting romantic gestures at them).

Lavinet: she'd be excellent at this either way, though, like Briony, she'd definitely internally enjoy it more with the object of her affections than with just a platonic friend, because she'd also enjoy committing to the bit and losing herself in the fantasy of it all! Her "comfort level" and external behavior doesn't change at all, but her general excitement/enjoyment of the affair does, if that makes any sense!

Halek: he's just wearily along for the ride if they're just friends; he's pretty much expecting this is going to lead to fucking if there's attraction between them (this kind of scenario always does) lol. He's not mad about it either way, though!