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fairysluna · 1 year

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what should've been.

Aegon has always been in love with his loyal childhood companion, so when King Viserys proposed a betrothal between them, he's absolutely blissful with the idea, although his happiness wouldn't last long.

MASTERLIST | Epilogue

PAIRING — Aegon II Targaryen x Arryn!Reader.

TAGS/TW — friends to lovers, fluff, angst, death by illness, grief, cursing, teenage!aegon at the beginning, mentions of infertility, 'i hate everyone but you' trope.

AUTHOR'S NOTE — (2nd repost) small context, Aegon was named heir and reader is daughter of Lord Arryn who in this story is Maester of Law in the Small Council. this was a request, and ngl i loved this even tho it broke my heart... pls enjoy!!🤍

WORD COUNT — 7.6k

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Aegon's head was on her lap.

The girl was leaning back on the Weirwood tree while Aegon was listening to her reading. The book on her hand was about the Andals, and she looked genuinely interested in the lecture while Aegon couldn’t help but to follow the movement her lips did with every word she pronounced. It was hypnotizing, as if they were begging to be kissed by him.

While one of her hands was holding the old book, the other one was on his hair, stroking the strands of it with such delicacy and care that Aegon would have fallen asleep right there, but he forced his eyes to be open only to stare at her, and the flower that he had left in her hair a few minutes ago.

"... The Vale of Arryn is where is located the purest Andals' blood as it was the first place they reach in their arrival to Westeros, and where their invasion started-"

"So you are a pureblood then?" Aegon asked, teasingly interrupting her lecture. "I'm a pureblood too."

"Pureblood?" She repeated, closing the book and leaving it on the side. "What are you, a wolf?"

"I'm a dragon, love." He sat up and leaned forward, getting closer to her face. “The blood of Old Valyria runs in my veins, and the blood of the Andals runs in yours, perhaps we should mix them and make beautiful pureblood children." He teased her, moving his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.

Lady Arryn laughed loudly at his antics, pushing him away by putting her hand against his chest. Aegon just smiled at her reaction, being mesmerized by the sound of her laughter. Her cheeks soon started blushing thanks to his shameless comment and he enjoyed the view, loving how she would get flustered whenever he said those kinds of things.

“I thought you did not wish for children.” She remembered him.

“Oh, I definitely don’t.” He shook his head, “But perhaps the process of making them would allow us to have some fun.”

The girl slapped the Prince’s arm, and he dropped his mouth, offended by the gesture.

“Aegon!” She scolded him.

“You just slapped the arm of the heir!” He jokingly said, “I can cut your hands for it.”

"Why would you say such a foolish thing?" She spoke between chuckles.

"It's not a 'foolish thing', it's a proposal." He clarified, "You will be my wife someday, I’m telling you."

"You're too confident." She claimed, "Due to your queer family customs, you will probably get married to Helaena."

His smile vanished almost immediately. His horror face was such a sight; his eyes widened and his eyebrows frowned exaggeratedly while his upper lip curled up. It was a hilarious scene that had the Lady chuckling quietly.

"Don't speak too loud, the Gods might hear you." He warned. "You are giving them ideas to punish me."

"You should stop giving them reasons to punish you."

"I don't do that!" He said offended. The girl stared at him with a serious semblance. Aegon smirked, "What? Does loving you so deeply be considered a sin?"

He leaned forward once again, this time he managed to kiss her cheek. The girl looked down, trying to hide her embarrassed face. No matter how many times Aegon would make those comments towards her, no matter how many times he would kiss her not-so-far from her lips; she just could not stop reacting that way. It is as if her body was trying to publicly show her feelings towards the Prince.

“You are a fool, Aegon.” She whispered, feeling his closeness. “Now, step back before someone sees us.”

“Why?” He looked around, and then looked back at her. “There’s no one here and I’m comfortable.”

“My honor would be doubted if they see you this close to me.” She explained with a subtle smile, “Step back, now.”

“But I love admiring your beauty from this angle.” He muttered, getting closer and closer.

“Aegon…” She pledged, feeling her heart beating faster.

“If you wouldn’t want it, you would stop me.”

She could feel his breathing crashing against her lips, she could sense the waves of the sound of his sweet voice; she was weak, she was panting as soon as she realized that just one push would be enough to feel his lips against hers for the first time; just a tiny push, but she didn’t have the guts to do it, she was too scared.

His hand fell on her soft cheek, Aegon felt the warmth of it and smirked. Her eyes were glistening and he knew for sure that his were too. He was so close to her that he was able to smell the scent of her hair, so sweet and delicious.

“I want to kiss you.” He said, brushing his lips against hers.

“Do it-”

“Prince Aegon.” Said a male voice behind them, interrupting the moment abruptly. Suddenly all the magic was gone.

The Lady pushed him away once more, this time it took him by surprise making him roll over until he laid on his back against the grass. He cleared his throat and composed himself quickly before looking at Ser Criston, who was curiously staring at the both of them. The poor girl was so flustered that she could not even look the guard in the face; she looked at the book in her hands instead.

“Lady Arryn.” He greeted, “The Queen wants to see you both.”

“Both?” She repeated, scandalized. “Why?”

“I’m afraid I’m only a messenger, my Lady.” Ser Criston replied, while offering his hand to her so she could stand up without problem.

“I was going to do that!” Aegon complained, but Ser Criston ignored him.

The both teens walked behind the guard with the white cloak in silence. Aegon would purposely brush his hand against hers only to make her smile; she would look at him with accomplice eyes in return for his silly action.

Once they arrived at the Council Room, Queen Alicent, King Viserys and Lord Arryn were waiting for them. Ser Criston bowed swiftly before going to a corner of the room. The three adults were showing serious semblances that put the teens into distress, unsure of what they would say.

“My King.” Lady Arryn said, bowing. “My Queen.” She repeated the action, and then she went to her father to whom she greeted with a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Why are we here?” Aegon asked.

“We have some important news we would like to share with you both.” King Viserys explained. “Please, be seated.”

They listened obediently, sitting right next to each other. Lady Arryn’s leg was jumping out of nervousness, thinking that someone might have seen all those times when Aegon tried to kiss her and she didn’t push him back, or that some maid could have started a rumor that put her honor in disgrace. She was tormenting herself with her ideas, getting more anxious by the second. Aegon noticed it, and he placed his hand over hers in order to calm her down a little. It worked.

“We all know how close you have been during your entire childhood and even now.” The King explained, “We also know that House Arryn has been loyal to our House since the days of Aegon the Conqueror, which is something I am truly grateful for.”

“We had a conversation during a Small Council meeting about your future as King.” Alicent spoke to his son, “And we have decided that it is time for you to marry with a good and decent Lady that could provide you with an heir.”

“And we have chosen you, Lady Arryn.” Viserys announced. The girl looked over the table to find her father smiling pleasantly, “Your father has just given us his blessing in this union and we are already getting the preparations for the wedding.”

“You’ll be married in a fortnight.” Said the Queen with a kind smile. “I hope this union makes you both equally happy.”

The girl could’t react at first, it felt like a dream. She has been in love with Aegon since she learned what it truly means to love someone; that thin, platinum haired boy has stolen her heart since they first met, and now she was getting married to him. To her Aegon.

Aegon was also so thrilled about the news that an incredulous smile formed on his face as soon as he heard the news. He looked at his mother and mouthed a subtle ‘thank you’ which made her smile. He was not used to getting what he wanted. He never did, actually. But this, the fact that he would get to spend the rest of his life with the girl he was deeply in love with, was more than enough for him.

He started to thank the Gods too for listening to his pledges, for giving him a chance to be happy. His heart was beating fast, and he didn’t know if it was because of the excitement or because he felt the eyes of his beloved on his face. He turned around and saw her softened haze and her sweet smile, it was impossible to ignore it.

“I told you.” Aegon said, “You will be my wife.”

Their wedding was beautiful. Lady Arryn wore a beautiful white gown with golden embroidery with the shape of pansies; her favorite flowers. Aegon's eyes were lost with her beauty that day, he could not believe his luck. Seeing her walking down the aisle with her father on her right arm and enormous bright smile on her face was enough for him to realize that he had everything he had ever dreamt of.

They were still too young to understand what marriage and forever truly mean, but they were excited to learn about those things together.

Aegon could not be separated from his wife during the whole night; he could not stop kissing her in front of everyone, for she was finally his. His sneaky hands were touching her body everytime they would go and dance in the middle of the whole; Alicent would send warning stares at her oldest son,but he would just ignore them, he was way too happy to even care about what she might say about his attitude. Besides, she was already his wife.

He forbade the bedding ceremony, claiming that the only man who deserves to see Lady Arryn naked is him. When the night arrived, she was too shy and nervous while Aegon was almost jumping with excitement. It was her first time, but not Aegon’s, and yet he felt as if he had never felt pleasure before, for there was no sensation in the world that could’ve been compared with what he felt once he saw her naked for the first time.

He was soft and caring, touching her with such delicacy that even he surprised himself with it. She was so soft, so beautiful and mesmerizing. Aegon saw himself as the luckiest man in the entire world because he would get to spend the rest of his life contemplating the beautiful woman he has as his wife.

Four years passed after their wedding night, and both were living through their twentieth name-day. Their love was still present, as strong as it ever was. Aegon was still smiling as a teenage boy everytime she would enter the room, and she would still blush when he whispered unholy comments in her ear. They were living in a paradise made only for them.

However, they hadn’t been able to conceive an heir yet.

At first, both of them were not enchanted with the idea of having a child, there was no rush either. King Viserys was still healthy, there was no war, no threats that might put their lives in danger, so they just decided to wait. Lady Arryn would drink her moontea in the mornings after spending the night together and wait until her time of the month would arrive.

Then, she started to show herself a bit more open about it, after she met her nephews and nieces on a trip to the Eyrie. Aegon and her were married for two and a half years when she started to have desires for motherhood, but she knew that even though she felt ready, Aegon did not feel the same. The pressure of inheriting the crown was too much already, too many responsibilities that would not let him live as freely as he wants; having a child would add another duty in his long list.

“Don’t hate me for it.” Aegon begged after explaining himself to her. “All I’m asking for is a few more years. We’ve been doing fine on our own, we can keep doing it for a couple years more.”

Lady Arryn looked at him with her haze softened, caressing his cheeks with her thumb in sweet movements that would relax his body. His eyes were looking down at her with worry, scared that she might get angry at him for not giving her what she wanted; but she only nodded, accepting his deal with a subtle smile.

“How could I ever hate you, my love?” She spoke softly. “I will wait, there’s no reason to hurry.” She shrugged, downplaying the matter. “Besides, we are both still young.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” He asked, insecureness was heard in his voice.

She cupped his chubby cheeks and brought him closer to her so she could kiss his lips in a tender way. Her lips were moving softly and slowly against his, while his hands positioned themselves on the curve of her hips.

“There is no reason to be mad, my love.” She clarified after she leaned back. “This family will also be yours. We both must be ready to start it, not just me.”

And that is what they did.

They were avoiding the constant questions of the Lords and Ladies that would grow curious by the absence of a child after three years of marriage. Aegon would not listen to those comments, but he would realize her reactions towards them; she would put on the fakest smile he had ever seen, and just shrug with a saddened look on her eyes. Even though Aegon did not worry about it, he eventually did.

In one of their trips to the Eyrie, Aegon saw his lady wife playing with her nephews while her nieces braided her hair. Her smile was so genuine and big that made him whole. He noticed how happy she was whenever she was around those children, and then he realized that his wife has always been so attentive, kind and loving towards him, she never pushed him to do something he did not want to do, not even when she wanted it so bad.

That is when he decided that it was time. He wanted to make her happy, to make himself worthy of her love, so he told her that he was ready. He wanted to give her a child.

However, the Gods did not seem to be so pleased with the idea, because after months of trying —and they definitely were trying—, she would not get pregnant.

Lady Arryn was starting to lose hope, feeling guilty about the situation. She married the King’s heir in order to give him an heir, and she was miserably failing in her duty as wife. Aegon consoled her one night when he found her crying beside the bed. Her eyes were closed, she was kneeling and her hands were intertwined; she was praying to the Mother.

“My love…” Aegon spoke up once he got into the room.

The girl looked up, her teary eyes were enough to break his heart. Her cheeks were glistening with the tears that had previously fallen down her face. Once she saw her beloved husband, she started crying loudly; he immediately kneeled beside her and hugged her tightly, comforting her in her pain.

“I’m so sorry, Aegon.” She whined in his ear. “I’ve tried, I swear it. I’ve been praying to the Mother but she refuses to listen.”

“Sh, sh.” He said while brushing her hair with his fingers. Hearing her voice so broken made him tear up too. He couldn’t handle seeing her in that way. “No need to apologize, my love. This is not your fault.”

“My womb is useless.” She said. “I haven’t been able to give you an heir. It is my duty and I couldn’t fulfill it.”

“Nonsense.” He whispered softly, cleaning the tears on her face and looking at her with a loving haze. “The Maester says we just need to keep trying.”

“He’s been saying it for months, Aegon.” Lady Arryn whined. “Nothing happens yet.”

“We just need to be patient.” Aegon tried to cheer her up. “Besides, it’s not like we are not enjoying the process, is it?”

She tried to smile, but she just couldn’t. The sorrow on her heart was too big, the thought of letting Aegon down was tortuous, heart breaking even. He had been such a loving and good husband, he deserved to be a good father too.

“I’ve failed you.” She whispered. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, y/n.” He warned. “You have never failed me. Never. Not even when I was a foolish boy.” He cupped her face and left a soft kiss on her lips. “You’ve made me the luckiest man alive, and I love you.”

“I love you too.” She managed to say between sobs and sighs.

“You were praying now, right?” She nodded. “This is what we are going to do; we, together, are going to pray to the Mother, we are going to pledge a little of her compassion, and we are going to try again.” He held her hands, left soft kisses in them before positioning in a prayer position. “Go on, love.”

Her shaky voice was heard around the room while she started to sing the Mother’s hymn. Aegon closed his eyes and started to pledge. He was not a full believer, he would just pretend to be praying when his mother blesses the table before eating; but now he meant it. He put his whole heart out, offering the Gods thousands of things in exchange for a child for his beloved wife.

Six full moons later, there was still no positive outcome, and even though the Maester had given her hundreds of teas and infusions to make her more fertile, the results were the same. So Aegon decided to send her to the Vale in order to spend time with the small children of her brothers, thinking that the trip would cheer her up a bit, after so many months of not having good news. Aegon had to stay on King’s Landing in order to attend the Council Meetings, his father was starting to get older.

Lady Arryn was away for at least a month when she decided to come back in the arms of his beloved, who would escape in Sunfyre’s back to see her at least once a week. He just couldn’t stay away from her for so long.

When she arrived back in the Capital, Aegon ran into the main entrance with a big smile that soon faded away once he set his eyes on her. He had flown to see her a week ago, and she looked completely different from who he was looking at now. She could barely get out of the carriage by herself, and she fainted when she put her feet on the ground.

Aegon yelled in despair, asking for a Maester while he carried his wife all the way towards the room they shared. He was scared. Her face was paler, there were purple circles around her eyes and her skin was burning. He didn’t know what was going on with her, a few days ago she was just fine.

The Maester was quick enough to wake her up, but the fever was already putting signs of illness on her tired face. Aegon asked the old man a million times about the health of his wife, concerned, desperate and scared. Of course he didn’t have the answers to it yet.

“Is it a babe?” Aegon asked hurryingly. “Is she- is she finally pregnant?”

“My Prince, these are not symptoms of a healthy pregnancy.” The Maester informed, “I’m afraid I should send some letters to the Citadel in order to find out.”

“Well, then fucking do that!” He screamed in his face. “Why are you still waiting?!”

“Aegon…” A soft voice was heard, the man turned around to see his wife waking up and trying to stand up. “Aegon, my love.”

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He rushed to her side and soon grabbed her shaky hand. “What happened? Tell me, what do you feel?”

A maid walked towards her with a wet cloth and a bowl filled with cold water. Aegon grabbed those things and started to clean her face, trying to make the fever go away.

“We stopped to eat in a canteen on the way here.” She informed him, “The food was delicious.”

“Was it?” Aegon asked with a small smile on his lips, she nodded. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“A bit tired.” She said, “And thirsty.”

Aegon hurried to the nightstand and grabbed a cup to fill it with fresh and cold water. He helped her drink it, lifting her chin with two of his fingers and pouring the water inside her mouth.

“I guess we won’t be able to try for a baby tonight.” She lamented, jokingly. That made him chuckle.

“We can do that tomorrow night, there’s no hurry.” He leaned to kiss her forehead, feeling how sweaty and hot was her skin. “You must rest now.”

“Will you stay by my side?” She asked, closing her eyes once again.

“I will always, my love.”

He did as promised and never left her side. He was there, on a chair by her bed the entire day and the night that followed it. The maids would try to convince him to go and eat something, they promised him that she was in good hands, but he refused. He would not leave her, not like this.

Her father went to see her, Lord Arryn stroked her hair for a while before saying goodbye as he must travel to Essos in the name of the crown. He thought it wasn’t something serious, he thought that she would be fine within days, but Aegon knew that wasn’t the case. He knew from the beginning that something was wrong.

Alicent went to see her daughter in law, and she brought food for her son. He received it, thanked her for it, but he did not eat it. He was not hungry, he was not tired; he was worried. He had never seen anyone in that state, and something inside of him was telling him it was not normal.

The next day she woke up first. Her head was aching and her body was covered in chills making her shiver with the cold wind. Aegon’s hand was wrapped around hers, and she squeezed it three times to wake him up too. The silver haired man opened his eyes tiredly and soon a groan came out of his throat for the backache that was produced by the uncomfortable and hard chair. He stopped complaining as soon as he saw his wife’s eyes staring at him.

He yawned before giving her a sweet smile, kissing her hand and then her forehead. Her skin was still burning.

“Good morrow, my sun.” He greeted her, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” Her voice sounded weak, but Aegon tried to ignore that. “Did you?”

“I didn’t.” He answered annoyed, “This is a fucking castle, how can it not have comfortable chairs around?”

She laugh weakly.

“You still have a fever, don’t you?” Aegon asked.

“I do, and I’m cold.” She complained.

“I know, my love.” He replied, “But the Maester says it’s not good to put so many blankets on you, your fever can go worse.”

“And what about my husband’s arms?” She asked teasingly. Aegon just smiled, “Did the Maester forbid that too?”

Aegon took his shirt out of his body and made his way on top of the thin white bed sheet that was covering the shivering body of his beloved. She quickly cuddled under his arms, and hid her face on his chest, feeling the familiar warmth. Aegon did not care about how sweaty her body was, he just cared about making her feel comfortable and safe. She fell asleep once again; the fever was consuming her body.

The Maester walked in a few minutes before and almost choked when he saw the scene. A scandalized grin took over his wrinkled face and looked at them with horror.

“Oh, no, my Prince!” He said, pulling Aegon’s arm and forcing him to get out of the bed.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” He raised his voice, Lady Arryn woke up.

“My Prince, you should not be this close to you wife, she-”

“She’s my fucking wife, what did you expect?” He angrily protested.

“My Prince, whatever illness the Princess has, we are not sure whether it is contagious or not. We cannot put your health at risk.”

Aegon was about to yell again, his face was red with anger because the Maester had woken up his wife. His hands were turned into fists, ready to punch him in the face, but the sweet voice of his beloved spoke first.

“I’m sorry, Maester Orwyle.” She said lightly, “It was my suggestion, not the Prince’s.”

The Maester walked towards her and she tried to sit up but her arms were too frail to hold her weight, so she fell back onto the mattress. Aegon frowned, but she gave him a smile of reassurance.

“You still have a fever, Princess.” The Maester pointed out. “How is your body behaving? Have you got any chill sensation? Cold, shivers, or a headache perhaps?”

“All of them.” She answered with one breath.

The man took a weird looking tool and put it against her chest. He put his ear on it and asked everyone to be quiet. His eyes soon narrowed with worry, but he tried to downplay the situation by hiding his face from the Prince’s intense haze. His attempt failed.

“What?” Aegon asked harshly, “What happened, why would you make that face?”

“My Prince-”

“What is going on?” He insisted, “Fucking answer me!”

“The heartbeats sound a bit weak.” He explained, “Too slow and too soft for someone for her age.”

“Well, then fucking do something about it!”

“I’m going to prepare an infusion of herbs for the Princess, that might do well.” He said before leaving the room.

The two of them stayed alone in the room once again, Lady Arryn looked at her husband and stretched her arm so he could grab her hand. He did, and he kissed it, sitting on the uncomfortable chair beside the bed.

“Don’t be so mean to him, my love.” She said, “He is trying to help.”

“He’s the Grand Maester, if he cannot do his job then we must find another one that can.” She stared at him with a scolding gesture, Aegon sighed, rolling his eyes. “I want the best for you, if I have to travel all over the world to find something to make you feel better, then I will.”

“I’m going to be fine.” She assured him, “In a week I’ll be out of this bed and we can start trying for a child again.”

“Don’t stress your mind thinking about it.” He told her, shaking his head. “We’ve talked about this before; there’s no hurry.”

“But-”

“No ‘but’, my sun.” He interrupted her, “We need to focus on your health first.”

And she nodded, giving an end to the conversation.

Aegon wished to say his wife was getting better, but it was not the case at all. Everyday it seemed as if someone was sucking the life out of her body. She lost a lot of weight, Aegon was able to see her ribs marked on her chest; she barely ate anything, she did not have an appetite to satisfy. Everyday she would speak less too, and her voice would get breathy as if she was getting exhausted by just saying some words. Aegon then stopped making her answer, she would just nod, refuse or smile at him. It was better that way.

She didn’t have the strength to sit up either, so Aegon had to give her water with the help of a dropper. She would complain every time she swallowed, which alarmed him even more.

When Aegon thought he was going through the worst, a terrible thing happened. He was ranting about the Maester and how he hasn’t found a solution to her illness even though it has been days since she was in that state. He was furious, spitting words of rage and nuisance while his wife just looked at him with tired glossy eyes.

And then she started to cough.

At first, he did not pay too much attention to it, thinking that it was just that; a simple cough. But then, the white bed sheets were stained with small drops of blood. Aegon jumped out of the chair and helped her sit up while desperately calling for Maester Orwyle. She did not stop coughing, it was like she was choking on her own blood.

Aegon’s eyes widened in terror, and an exasperating sensation took over his body when he saw that no one was coming to help her. Where the fuck was everyone? He thought, while he was on the verge of tears. He almost ripped his throat apart while screaming and demanding the presence of the Maester, who minutes later walked inside the room and quickly approached the Princess who had just stopped coughing.

She had her eyes closed, and it seemed as if she was in pain with every breath she took.

The Maester gave her milk of the puppy just so she could stop complaining about the tortuous pain her weakened body was suffering, and once he was ready to leave Aegon grabbed his arm with a firm grip, his eyes were teary and filled with rage.

“What is going on with her?” He demanded an answer, his voice shaking. “Answer me!”

“We don’t know what is going on with her, my Prince.” He stuttered, “We have never seen a case like this before. The Citadel-”

“I don’t give a fuck about the Citadel.” Aegon spat, “You need to tell me what is wrong with her, why is she not getting better? It’s been days!”

“I’ve tried every method I know.” He confessed, “It seemed as if her body is rejecting everything. I’m not sure if she will make it.”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“My Prince, your lady wife state is alarming…” He spoke with care, as if she was walking between dragons. “She could not survive-”

Aegon grabbed him by his collar, making him gasp out of the impression. His nostrils expanded and he was breathing fast and hard, he was fuming.

“If my wife dies, you will die too.” He threatened him, “You must save her, I don’t care what you have to do, but you will save her.”

The old man left quickly, and again it was just him and his dying wife. Aegon felt tears running down his face. He hated seeing her like this, so weak and sick. He would see her eyes for glimpses of time, he would take the opportunity to see them whenever she would open them, and it was enough for him to notice how they were not as shiny as they usually were; they were drained, with so little life.

Alicent arrived in her room a few hours later, she saw his son grabbing her hand and the dried tears in his eyes. She walked closer to him and caressed his back in a motherly touch that made him shiver.

“What did the Maester say?” She asked worried.

“He doesn’t know what is going on.” Aegon replied with a shaky voice, proof that he had been crying. “He is an incompetent. How the fuck is he even a Maester if he doesn’t know how to heal people?”

“He’s trying his best.” Alicent consoled him, “He had sent multiple letters to the Citadel already, the answers might take too long to arrive.”

“But I need it now.” He muttered. “She is sick now, look at her!” He scalped, making Alicent flinch. “She is burning! The fever is killing her!”

“It is not, my child.” She said, in a failed attempt to calm him down. “Y/n will be fine… you just have to pray for her health and wellbeing. You won’t even notice and she’ll be healthy again.”

Then, Aegon broke. He stood up from his chair beside the bed and went to hug his mother, hiding his head on the crook of her neck and leaving traces of tears all over her green dress. Alicent hugged him back, stroking his hair and whispering words of consolation.

“I’m scared.” He confessed, whispering. “I can’t lose her, mother. I cannot live without her.”

“You will not lose her.” She said, “She will be fine.”

“She’s not getting better.” He pulled away and looked at his mother. “The Maester even told me, she is too weak already.”

“I’ve seen people living through worse and surviving.”

“You didn’t see what I saw.” He shook his head, “She was coughing blood, mother. Blood!” His lower lip trembled, making his voice sound unsteady. “She’s dying.”

Alicent held his hands, “We should pray together, wouldn’t you like that? Y/n is devoted to the Seven, perhaps this is what she would want.”

Aegon nodded and his mother gave a sweet kiss on his forehead before going at the end of the bed and grabbing their hands. He gave a glance to his wife, she was sleeping soundly, covered with the bedsheets and her hair was spreaded on her pillow. Aegon whined once he saw her poor state, and soon he forced himself to close his eyes and pray with his mother.

He begged them. He asked them to return her health in exchange for everything he had. He offered his title; he never wanted it in the first place, he offered his dragon; he could live without him but not without his wife, he even offered his own life because he knew hers was more worthy than his. She did not deserve to die so young, she was always so full of life, always smiling and laughing, so kind and thoughtful. If someone deserved to die it was him, not her; so he begged the gods to take him instead.

When the next morning came, he woke up in the same chair as always, covered in the same blanket and holding the same hand, but something was different. He could feel it.

He squeezed her hand three times as usual to wake her up, but she did not squeeze it back. Aegon frowned and tried again; the outcome was the same. He tried not to panic or have an early reaction, so she stood up and quickly sat on the bed, right beside her.

“My love?” He said softly, “My love, is time to wake up.” Aegon softly shook her body, yet there was no answer. “Please, my love, let me see those beautiful eyes. Wake up.”

Nothing. Not even a sigh.

Aegon grew desperate by the second and the tears soon started to gather in his eyes, knowing the meaning of this. He never gave up, he was still calling her and moving her body begging for her to react.

“Y/n, please, wake up.” He pledged once again, sobbing, “I need you to wake up, I need you, please! Please!”

His hand went to her hair to caress it, and he felt the coldness of her forehead. All these past days, her skin was burning, but now it was as cold as ice. Aegon widened his eyes and his hands cupped her face.

“No, no, no.” He muttered, sniffing and whimpering. “Please, don’t. Don’t leave, my love. Please wake up.” His tears fell on her pale face, and he sob loudly. “Y/n, my love, please!” He started to yell, “Don’t do this to me! Wake up!”

His shouting started to concern the guard outside the room, he entered and saw Aegon crying on top of his dead wife’s body, holding her head and stroking her hair while he was uncontrollably sobbing. The guard saw what was happening and he was quick to call the Queen and the Maester, who appeared in the room within minutes.

Alicent gasped once he saw the heartbreaking scene, and soon she started to cry too. Aegon was now holding her body while his face was buried on her chest. He never stopped crying and begging her to wake up. Soft ‘please’ were heard, he was whimpering pledged to her and the Gods, but neither seemed to listen.

“My Prince-”

“Don’t touch her!” He shouted at the Maester once he tried to put his hands on her. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Aegon,” Alicent walked towards him, rubbing his back and trying to not sound as if she was crying. “The Maester needs to do his job, please-”

“He killed her!” He accused him, “I will put your fucking useless head on a spike, you idiot cunt!”

“Aegon, that’s enough.” Alicent warned him, “You must let her go, please, my child.”

A group of Silent Sisters entered the room and Aegon’s whole body froze. The ladies started to walk towards the bed while Alicent was pulling him away from it. He started squirming under his mother’s arms, not wanting to be separated from his beloved.

Soon, two guards entered the room and grabbed his arms, forcing him to leave his wife.

“No! No!” He started to move harshly, trying to be set free. “Please, don’t take her! Please! Mother, please!”

“I’m so sorry, my child.” His mother answered.

Aegon saw how her face was covered with the white sheet, and how the Silent Sisters grabbed her body and took her out of the room, he was still fighting against the strong grips that were holding him back.

“Let me go! Please!” He begged again.

Once the Silent Sister left and the bed was empty, the guards let him go. He felt onto his knees, seeing the shape of his wife still marked on the mattress they used to share and the tears came back. His mother stood by his side, and he hugged her hips gripping the gown of her dress and moaning out of pain.

He lost her, the love of his life was gone and there was no one to blame. The Stranger looked back at him with a mocking face and took his wife, leaving him completely alone.

Hours later he found himself staring at her body being wrapped in bandages in order to realize the funeral. He had one bottle filled with wine in his hand, and a piece of bread in the other. He was stumbling because he was already drunk. The Silent Sisters were working, and Aegon was lost in his own grief, looking at the corpse of his wife.

He did not care if she was not a Targaryen, her funeral will be under the Old Valyrian traditions.

“Aegon, you should not be here.”

Aegon did not answer, he did not even bother to look at his mother who just arrived on his side.

“It’s bad luck to see the face of the dead, we cannot be here.” She warned.

He scoffed, taking a large sip from his bottle and then taking a bite from the piece of bread in his hand. He shrugged as if he did not care. And in some way, he didn’t.

“I don’t give a shit.” He muttered, “They have already taken everything from me. They may as well take me if they are merciful enough.”

“Don’t say those things.” Alicent said. She turned around to not look at the corpse anymore, facing his child whose eyes seemed to be stuck on her wife’s body. “Y/n would not like you to die.”

“And what do you know?” He asked mockingly, “You knew nothing about her. None of you did!”

“Aegon, please be quiet. The Gods-”

“Fuck the Gods.”

“Aegon!” She scolded him.

“No, no. Fuck them.” He spat furiously, his eyes were a mixture of sadness and anger. “I begged them, mother. Me and y/n begged them for their mercy.” He started crying again, “When we wanted a child, we begged every fucking night to the Mother, to have a little of compassion towards us and give us the child that we deserved- that she deserved!” He sniffed, looking now at his mother. “Then I begged all of them for her life. And none of them heard me, none of them did!”

“My child…” She tried to hug him, but he took a step back.

“They made me believe that I was safe.” He muttered, “They made me meet her, love her and marry her. They gave me this happiness just so they can steal it away!”

He laughed, a bitter laugh that made Alicent sink in her place. Aegon took the last sip from his cup and threw the bottle away, not caring about the uproarious sound it would make once it fell onto the ground. Then, he turned to his mother once again.

“I couldn’t-” He sighed, trying not to cry. “I couldn’t even give her a child.” He scoffed, “It was all she ever wanted and I couldn’t give it to her.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Aegon.” She tried to console him once again.

“I have nothing left from her.” He said bitterly, “Not even a child that would help me to remember her face. Nothing at all.”

He threw the piece of bread in his hand on the floor, and he left for the gardens; the place where they were always gathered during their youth.

Aegon saw everything with nostalgic eyes filled with tears. His head was aching, his throat too. He had a watery nose thanks to the tears and his heart was feeling shattered. He looked around, finding the tree where they always used to read, the benches where Aegon used to sit down while Lady Arryn would braid his hair. Although the flowers were his breaking point.

He walked close to the small mauve pansies that she always loved. He would always steal one and put her on her hair every time they came to the gardens. She would blush and laugh nervously for the gesture, but he always ended up receiving a small kiss on his cheek for it. That’s why he always did it.

He took one and looked at it with attention, remembering the same petals on her white wedding gown during the happiest day in his life.

He couldn’t help but cry at the memory.

The day of the funeral Aegon did not speak with anyone. Lord Arryn and his other sons —y/n’s brothers— arrived within a week, and then everything was ready for the ceremony.

Sunfyre was in the hills, waiting for the signal of his rider to set fire on the wrapped body. They were all expecting for Aegon to give a speech, to say something about the wife he claimed to love so deeply, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was too broke, too lost in his grief.

He had a small mauve pansy in his hand, Aemond had told him that it represented the lost love which gave a whole different meaning to it. Aegon heard the speech of his father in law, who was devastated for not taking her illness seriously and leaving her without his company on her last days. Aegon could hear the guilt in his voice, and he would be grateful that at least he was with her during her last breath.

When the time arrived, everyone went silent. Aegon had to pronounce the word, but instead he walked toward the body and stood beside them, letting himself cry in agony for his suffering. Minutes passed and he found himself staring at it for too long.

He took the flower and left it where her ear was supposed to be. This time, however, he did not feel her soft lips against his cheek.

“I will always love you, my sun.” He whispered before walking back to where the rest of the people were.

Aegon stood beside his mother, who rubbed his back in the instant he was close. He took a deep breath and saw the body one last time. He tried to imagine a life without her, without her smile and laughter, without her rosy cheeks and nervous muttering. He couldn’t. A life without her seemed almost impossible.

He imagined a future with her instead, and a thousand pictures would come to his mind. Her raising a child that would be as beautiful as her, her dancing with him on their children's name day, her having long conversations at night with him. He thought so easily about those things because that was what should’ve been; a long life by her side.

But now he was standing in front of everybody, crying and sighing with an agonizing pain on his chest. His voice refused to come out in the first two tries, but on the third, he cleared his throat and accepted his miserable future, without the woman he so deeply loved.

He took a deep breath, and finally said,

“Dracarys.”

#aegon targaryen imagine #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii targaryen x female reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #hotd au #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x y/n #hotd x reader #hotd x you #house targaryen

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girlsneedff · 1 month

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Tetris player!Chosou x f!reader (NSFW!!)

Minors and ageless bios please dni

Mating press, slight Tetris! babble, established relationship, breeding (slightly)

Author’s yap: ok ok so I basically sat and watched this Tetris tournament on TikTok and I got inspired… possibly one of the more unserious things I’ve written, but that’s ok!!

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Tetris! is boring as shit.

How could someone sit there in front of a rickety old 8-bit, shitty quality game and have fun for hours? It was stupid.

Well, that was before you started dating an 8-time Tetris! champion. Now the game is absolutely amazing- a Heaven sent.

Chosou Kamo’s a man of few words. Even when he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out (you were in the same humanities class), it went like this:

“Hello, we- ………date?” The blush saturated his cheeks as he twiddled his thumbs while remaining eye contact.

Oh, those thumbs.

He’s cute, and you’ve been ogling him a bit (a lot) during class, so of course you took up his offer, regardless of how ill-planned it was.

Next thing you know, you’re at his place- always watching him prep for a tournament he’s competing in. Whether it’s an actual controller or on his pc- he practices for hours- at least 3. His hair is in his usual messy pigtails as he chews the inside of this right cheek.

Next Tetrimino is an O- he moves that to the left-most end of the field. Then it’s a T- he flipped it so it fits nicely into this little slot he had created with some past pieces. He gets an I- his face lights up as he gleefully moves it to the right-most end of the field, sliding it into the perfect position and boom: Tetris!

A line of 4 disappears with this completion, and the game continues, his fingers moving at rapid paces to keep up. His eyes flicker to you, to make sure that you saw his victory, then back to the game.

You must admit, when he first told you he was a multi-time Tetris! winner, you damn near laughed at him. You wouldn’t do it in his face- but you definitely have scoffed thinking about it before.

“Hi- oh yea this is my boyfriend. Oh what does he do? Well he’s a Tetris! Champion!”

Your peers would look at you sideways.

But you couldn’t give a rat’s ass what they think now. You’d scream it from the rooftops actually. He’s made you scream a lot more embarrassing things than that.

You owe Tetris! your sex life. Truly. In your vows, you might give Tetris! a shoutout. Because the way that this man knows how to work his fingers- it’s unnatural. How he works his everything- jeez he’s Heaven sent.

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“Baby, I need an opponent.”

You sit up to look at your boyfriend. He’s sitting in his gaming chair, still working away at Tetris, while you lie on his bed, scrolling on his phone.

“Why don’t you call up your frien-”

“Play with me.”

You freeze. This was the first time he’s ever brought this up. You’ve been coming over for 4 months now, and never once had he asked you to play with him.

“You know I don’t really know anything about Tetris!, right?”

“I’ll teach you. I just need to practice for tomorrow against somebody. It will help get me in the mood.”

It sure as hell did help him get in a mood. Sitting in his lap, he hands you his other console, makes sure you’re ok, and presses play. His console rests on your lap, while you hold yours up a bit.

…

And he lost.

…

Because how the flying fuck did you two end up on the bed?

Lock down: When a Tetrimino is put into a place where it’s no longer moveable. Kinda like how you are now.

Choso supports himself on your bent thighs with knees damn-near touching your ears as he towers above you, sweaty strands of hair still sticking to his face as he keeps eye contact. There’s no possible way you could escape this- even if you wanted to.

Then, he does his next signature move: Hard Drop. When a player drops a Tetrimino right into Lock Down from its starting position- no alterations.

Well, save for the fact that he had you line him up with your cunt, he’s by the book.

Who knew that Tetris! players would be so good at multitasking? With every stroke, he plays with your clit like he’s moving pieces- this Tetris!-junkie really doesn’t quit. He keeps it at a steady pace, steady force. All the way to left field- down. In the middle- he lets it wait for a little bit before he moves it to the right and down. It’s dizzying.

The way his dick is stretching you, and how his lithe fingers work to bully your clit into submission, you felt like you were levitating.

Then he starts fucking drawing the Tetriminos on your clit. You swear you’re actually in Heaven, the angels singing choruses of Tetris! hymns and praises while perched upon fluffy white cumulus clouds. Your mouth is in a permanent “O” position.

He definitely felt you clench around him- he lets out a breathy moan- louder than the noises he was already making. He has an airy type of grit in his voice every time you have sex- one of the many things that you love about this man.

Chosou leans close to your right ear, deepening the position as he speaks:

“Z, I, L, O, J…”

Before you know it you’re creaming- babbling random nonsense that you definitely don’t remember, but definitely know it was embarrassing. Cumming from him saying letters? How pathetic. But you don’t give a goddamn fuck.

You dig your fingers into your own flesh, since you were propping yourself up properly.

Chosou kisses your cheek and your neck as he continues to fuck you through your high.

He finally succumbs to his own desire, pumping everything that he has inside you with a soft, yet kind of whiny moan.

From that moment onwards, you vowed that you will never disrespect Tetris! again.

#jjk #choso x black y/n #choso my beloved #smut #fluff #jjk x reader #choso x reader #choso x you #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader

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heelanat · 10 months

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k so i was thinking about best friend!hao x u doing anatomy homework. imagine hin asking you for some random body part and if you got it right he WOULD KISS THAT PART hwheh

-💌

tiger stripes | zhang hao

pairing| bff!hao x chubbyfem!reader

cw| fluff!, slightly suggestive?, kissing body parts, mentions of abuse, common fem insecurities (you're beautiful and worthy, don't let anyone tell you any different ilysm <3)

wc| 1.1K words

prolouge| ever since the zhang family moved next door, little you and little hao have always been the best of friends, doing anything and everything together being only children and neighbors. your favorite game was pretend doctor where you would take turns being the patient. this ignited a spark, encouraging the both of you to take medical courses in the future. similar as you are, both of you grew up differently as he was raised in a loving an encouraging household, while you were being beaten up by your step father every day until you turned 16 when your mom finally caught him in the act and forced him to move out.

playlist| all of me by john legend "love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections"

ask from 💌 anon| "k so i was thinking about best friend! hao x u doing anatomy homework. imagine hin asking you for some random body part and if you got it right he WOULD KISS THAT PART hwheh"

a/n: the way this ask was so convenient because im a nursing major and were about to learn muscle anatomy next month? ilysm 💌 anon <3

one warm summer evening, as the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you and hao found yourselves alone sitting on the floor of your bedroom. it was finals week and you decided to procrastinate the whole two months now you're stressing over how you're gonna do in the exam. you knew how careless you were and you knew you should've had that mindset months ago to scare yourself but we can't turn back time now can we? in complete utter desperation with no other choice, you decided to phone a friend and he arrived at your doorstep in a jiffy — literally, he was just next door.

fifteen minutes after you sent your text, the doorbell rang making you rush down the stairs but your mom got to it first. she opened the door to hao, grinning from ear to ear while holding out a container. even in a casual shirt and baggy pants, he still looked very presentable. "good afternoon, mrs ln! my mother baked these cupcakes earlier, they're still warm!" he handed it to her using both hands. "oh why thank you, hao. come, come in, ill get you something to drink" your mom gestured for him to come in as she made her way to the kitchen. upon entering, he noticed you from the flight of stairs and smiled wider.

and that's how you ended up gossiping and laughing on the floor while eating the cupcakes and drinking milk. you caught a glimpse of your beside clock while trying to catch your breath. "holy fuck it's 8:57 already?!" your eyes widened while wiping away the crumbs and icing from your lips. "guess we spilt too much tea" hao chuckled. you took out the cue cards you had prepared and gave it to him. "okay, no more mucking around. let's get some work done!" you dust the crumbs from your hands together before sitting down in a more comfortable position.

twenty minutes have passed and you made zero progress so far. hao even tried repeating the same question after every other one but you still couldn't get it through your thick skull. "it's hopeless, im never gonna be a nurse. guess you'll have to find someone else to be your assistant" you bent your knees up to your chest as you buried your face in them. "hey, hey, don't say that" hao scooted closer and hugged you while rubbing your back soothingly. "i wouldn't dream of having anyone else helping out dr. zhang, hm?" he lifted your cheeks to make you face him, smiling in reassurance.

"i'll tell you what, for every muscle you get right, i'll kiss you right there" he brushed a strand of hair from your face behind your ear. you felt your face heat up as his words echoed through your ears. "w-what?" he snickered. "well, maybe you're having trouble learning about the body because you're not giving enough love to this one. so, i will be doing it instead" he took her hand and kissed it. at that moment, you came to the realization that you started to see hao differently over the years since puberty so this was all coming to a surprise — but you liked it.

renered speechless, you gave a small nod as a response as he scooted backwards and took out the questionnaires once again. "let's start with an easy one, where are the biceps located?" you flexed your arm and pointed at it with a smug face, making both of you laugh right after. "that's right, good job yn" hao leaned forward and gently pulled your arm towards him before kissing your bicep, fulfilling his promise from earlier. you pouted and puffed your cheeks as you tried reverting the blood rushing to your face. "cutie" hao cooed at you and pinched your cheek before sitting back up.

"next, can you tell me where's the tendinous inscription?" you thought for a few seconds before finally pointing at it, poking your belly in the process. "good job, princess" hao liked giving you those nicknames since neither of you were dating anyone, no one was going to be jealous about it. he lifted your tank top ever so slightly and planted a soft kiss just above the belly button. "that tickles" you giggled in response. you should have kept that to yourself, tho. after saying that, hao kept on kissing, even moving around, painting your belly with his lips. "hao, stop!" you whined in between your laughter while trying to push his head away. hao finally declared defeat and stood back up, drinking some milk to rehydrate his palette.

"now, where were we?" he hummed as he was looking for a harder question. "ah, yes, the sternohyoid!" he gave a cheeky grin. you shifted your gaze to the side, trying your hardest to remember what it could be. giving up, you took the chances and pointed on your forehead. "hmm, are you sure?" hao asked in a teasing manner however he has been using thag to play mind games on you and thought you weren't gonna fall to his tricks again. "positive" you smirked to yourself, almost tasting the sweet victory. "aww, you're wrong, sorry" hao pouted while crossing his arms to form an x for incorrect. "oh, dang! i actually forgot that one, where is it again?" you innocently asked.

hao smirked and took this opportunity to lean towards you and kiss your neck. "here" he looked back at you, smiling feeling proud of himself as you froze in your position. "hey, you said you would only kiss me if i got the answers right" you smacked his arm playfully. "yeah but, i was really hoping you would get that one" he bit his bottom lip and winked at you. you rolled your eyes as he only snickered in response. he shuffled all the cards and pulled a random one from the deck.

"ooh, the gracilis!" hao widened his eyes while reading the question. "ah, i know this one because my step father used to always complain about it - its somewhere here" you encircled your inner thigh. "thats correct!" hao clapped and cheered making you also clap in response. hao carefully spread your legs apart and started lifting up one of the leg openings before you grabbed his fist, stopping him. "hm? what's wrong?" hao looked up at you in between your thighs. "y-you'll see my stretch marks..." you looked away while hiding half of your face with your hand. "so? if tigers can proudly flaunt their stripes in the wild then so can you" he continued exposing your thigh before kissing it. "that's where the gracilis is" you bit your lip as your face flushed pink, looking at where he just kissed you. not only that, that comparison made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. maybe hao is right, this body isn't so bad after all. you're just a fluffy cat in this world full of strays — with tiger stripes.

#zb1 #zhang hao #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zhang hao imagines #zhanghao #zhanghao imagines #zb1 smut #zhang hao smut #zhanghao smut #body posititivity #💌anon <3

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subbmissivesuccubus · 3 months

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Part of the Job

Another story requested by my patreon member! If you're interested and would like to support my work, please consider checking it out, link in bio <3

Disclaimer: Gojo X Fem!Geto. ‘Blackmail’ but not really. Hospital sex. A lot of boob loving.

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“Getooo~” a shrill voice called out with an annoying teasing tone. Geto rolled her eyes, already knowing why Utahime was so excited.

“Ugh. What is it?” she asked as her Senior reached her, playing along.

“Rude. Be respectful!” Utahime said, pouting before she continued, “But anyway, your boyfriends here. Again.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Geto responded, putting away some paperwork on her desk, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have patients to take care of.”

“Yeah, and one of them is your boyfriend. He specifically asked for you. Again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not doing it. Have Nanami look after him or something.”

“If Nanami caters to him one more time I think Gojo will leave the hospital more injured than when he came in. Just go already before he throws a tantrum.” Without waiting for a response, Utahime turned around and left the room, leaving Geto alone.

Geto sighed, realising that she unfortunately had to do her job. She looked into the mirror and checked that her uniform was proper, her white dress and stockings pristine and clean. Her long black hair was pinned up in a high ponytail, a strand of it framing her face in the front and her makeup was simple yet elegant. She looked good, as usual.

She walked out of the room and towards the location where her…patient was waiting. She didn’t even need to confirm where the man would be. There was only one room that would be sufficient for that rich bastard.

She knocked on the door once she arrived, sliding it open before she walked in. Despite the annoying situation, she did enjoy coming into the private suite of the hospital. A series of rooms reserved for the higher ups of society- celebrities, billionaires and such. It was a large room with an AC, a TV, a working internet connection, a big comfy bed, soundproof walls and, most importantly, a private nurse.

“Geto!” the nuisance called out excitedly as she walked into the room, “About time! I’ve been waiting for so long!”

Geto closed the door behind her and locked it, rolling her eyes, “I know you just arrived, stop being so dramatic.”

Gojo, her patient in question simply stuck his tongue out at her childishly before he went back to browsing the TV channels. She made her way over to him, trying her best to steel herself for whatever bullshit he was about to start spewing.

Gojo Satoru. He was a handsome young man with striking white hair and even more mesmerising blue eyes. The first time she saw him, she had to remember how to breathe, his eyes sparkling like sapphires. He was the son of the family who owned the hospital and he was well on his way to becoming the head someday. And for some reason, he seemed to have developed a habit of faking injuries and illnesses just to get into the hospital.

For ‘some reason’.

“So, what’s your problem this time?” Geto asked as she sat beside the bed, getting comfortable, notepad in hand as she looked over the man who was sitting against the headboard of the very comfy bed.

“My head hurts.” He responded, giving her a sad puppy dog look, “It’s been hurting all day. I think it’s something serious.”

“It sure is serious.” Geto said, poking his forehead with a manicured nail, “your brain is so empty- I bet the one braincell you have is hurting your skull when it knocks around in all that space!”

“Haha. Very funny.” Gojo said, pretending like he was going to bite her fingers and laughing when she suddenly pulled away, “Anyway, you know the best cure for it, right? You are a nurse, after all. My nurse.”

“Well, a headache will just be a tablet you can swallow but…that’s not what you’re demanding, are you?”

“Demanding? I’m not demanding anything.” Gojo said, lying through his teeth as he looked her up and down with that familiar expression, “I’m just asking you, as a medical professional, to give me the treatment that works the best on me.”

Geto sighed. Here she goes again.

Double checking that the door was locked, she took off her shoes before she crawled onto the bed. Gojo threw the remote away, the TV showcasing some random program but it didn’t matter as Geto sliding onto his lap blocked his view from the machine. She looked down at him, an unimpressed look in her eyes as he stared up at her, mischief behind his blue orbs before his gaze trailed down to her chest. With a sigh, she got to work, starting to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh yeah~ Give me those tits~” the white-haired man purred, practically drooling as Geto’s skin got revealed. She pushed the top half of her dress off of her shoulders and arms, the routine getting familiar as she exposed her bra clad breasts to the perverted patient.

“Fuck-“ Gojo gasped, shamelessly pushing forward and slotting his face into her cleavage, breathing in her scent and lightly shaking his head side to side, motorboating her, “I love it when you wear black.”

“You want to take it off of me?”

“Mmhmm.”

With his face still smothered between her ample breasts, His hands slid up her back, tracing up her spine, his long fingers massaging her muscles before he reached the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease, he unhooked the item, not moving his face away from her chest even as he helped her remove it.

He threw it to the side, finally parting from her so he could have a good long look at her bare chest. Geto understood early on that Gojo was obsessed with her tits, the man often looking at her breasts more than her eyes. She was quite gifted in that department- her breasts decently big and plump enough for his hand to engulf and squeeze tightly.

Giving the valley between her breasts a kiss, his hands came up and grabbed onto her breasts, Geto’s back arching as she allowed him to grope at her. The man bit his lower lips, his pupils turning into hearts as he started to squeeze her like a toy. Her soft flesh seeped between his fingers as he groped her, Gojo using his grip on her to move her breasts in random directions. Sometimes, he’d push her breasts up a bit before letting go, his cock throbbing under Geto’s butt as he watched the way her tits bounced back down only for him to do it again.

“Shake those tits for me, yeah, that’s it~” he ordered, mouth watering as Geto shook her shoulders enough for her breasts to start moving side to side, the way her plump flesh danced mesmerising. He stuffed his face between her tits again, Geto still shaking her body as he enjoyed the feeling of her tits slapping his face.

“Tighter- fuck- make it tighter-“

Geto swore he could probably cum in his pants if the moan he let out was anything to go by. With his hands now on her ass, greedily pawing at her, she pressed her breasts closer together, squeezing them around Gojo’s face. She could feel him moan against her; his cheeks red as he happily suffocated between her soft globes.

“More- squeeze more- fuck – yes!”

Gojo’s cock was already rock hard in his pants but he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved Geto’s body, especially her tits. He’d spend all day suckling on her nipples if she let him, her soft breasts now becoming a happy place for him. Work is annoying? He’d imagine groping her titties. People are getting on his nerves? He’d picture falling asleep with Geto’s nipple in his mouth. Geto is ignoring him to do her ‘job’? That’s fine, just jerk off to the thought of big, fat milkers-

“Oh fuck!” Gojo moaned, pulling his head from between her breasts to take a deep breath, body shivering as Geto suddenly started to move her hips against his. Her hands now behind her, grasping onto his legs, she arched her back a bit as she ground against his clothed erection, her perky butt massaging his member just right. His grip on her ass tightened as Gojo leaned down, mouth open and panting as his tongue ran over the plush of her right breast. Making his way down to her nipple, he giggled at Geto’s flinch once he flicked her sensitive bud with his tongue, her nipple instantly hardening. Not one to waste time, he sealed his lips around her and started to suck, groaning against her from the sensation of suckling on her sweet bud while also having her ass rub against his leaking member.

As he sucked her, licking her nipple up greedily, Geto thought back to how this all started. How she was so happy to have been accepted to one of the most prestigious hospitals out there. How she quickly got the respect and admiration from her peers for her work ethic and no-nonsense attitude while still being empathetic and kind to patients. She had met Gojo a month into her job and they hit it off, his status not influencing the way she treated him. Despite his spoilt attitude, they ended up being good friends even before she realised who he was.

The first time he got injured and Geto had to look after him, he groped her butt, his pain killer muddled brain claiming it made him feel better. The second time, after he realised Geto wasn’t mad at him, he admitted himself in for a headache and needed to see Geto’s bare breasts to get better. The third time, after his days were haunted by the sight of Geto’s pretty nipples, he claimed his dick was aching and swore that emptying his balls into her mouth would solve his problems.

And so, this routine continued. Perhaps it was because Gojo was technically her boss and Geto had to follow his orders (despite the fact that Geto would sooner castrate him than do something she doesn’t want to do). Perhaps it was because Geto was pent up, hot and horny that she was willing to let Gojo use her body for his perverted desires (much more likely). Or, perhaps, they were two emotionally constipated people who’d rather fuck each other than confess to any actual affection.

“I want you to sit on my face.” Gojo said hungrily, flicking her nipple with his tongue before giving it a kiss. Geto snorted, biting down a gasp as he bit down on her bud, “Is that another, super legit medical procedure?” she asked.

“Sure is.” The man responded, his other hand pawing at her ass, fisting and pulling up her skirt, “your pussy juice can solve any problem.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Geto said, this time unable to hold back her gasp as he suddenly spanked her, the pain red hot and addicting, “Fine- lie down.”

With an excited grin, Gojo did as he was told (a very rare sight), his head resting comfortably against his pillow as he waited for his treat. Huffing, Geto slid her hands underneath her skirt and started to pull off her undergarments. Gojo watched as she slowly started to drag her panties down her milky white thighs, her uniform covering up her cunt but he knew he’d see it in a second. With a bit of manoeuvring, Geto threw her panties to the floor, shivering as she felt the slight chill of the air conditioner brush against her- admittedly wet- cunt.

“Ready?” she asked, crawling up towards his head.

“Fuck yes!” Gojo said, already panting excitedly as he gripped her hips, helping her balance as she finally made her way to his head. “Fucking hell-“ he gasped as she straddled his face, not sitting down yet as she gave him a perfect view of her cunt. He was quite familiar with her pussy at this point, her cunt being absolute perfection. Cute and pink with puffy pussy lips, a tuft of hair and a sensitive clit- her pussy was what dreams were made of. “Your pussy is so perfect- fuck- get down here!”

Gripping her hips tightly, Gojo pulled her down, Geto letting out a cute yelp from the sudden movement as she sat on his face, his mouth directly on her cunt. She moaned as Gojo took a deep, greedy lick of her pussy, kissing her cunt like he was making out with it. The moans he was letting out like he was the one getting fucked was vibrating her pussy, making her body shiver as he pleasured her. Geto had to admit- the man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck-“ she gasped out softly, refusing to be vocal to preserve her pride as Gojo lapped at her pussy, the man sucking on her clit like it was a sweet treat. He smacked her ass occasionally, making her rock her hips against his tongue even harder as he ate her out. He seemed to love getting her to break down, having her squealing for him by the end.

She was driven to her climax embarrassingly fast, Gojo’s talented mouth working her pussy perfectly. He moaned against her, mouth open and tongue lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth, Geto muffling her moans by slapping a hand over her mouth. She trembled on top of him, her thighs shaking and back arching as the pleasure hit her, her cunt gushing all over Gojo’s face.

He eventually tapped her thigh, signalling that he wanted her to get off. She pushed herself onto his chest, the man having a happy, satisfied look on his face as he took deep breaths. He looked at her, hunger still in his eyes.

“How do you want me to take you?” he asked, panting heavily, his lips wet from her slick. Geto wasn’t any better, her body shivering from the aftermath of her orgasm but her pussy wanted more. She needed him.

“…from behind.” She said, mirroring Gojo smile as he pushed her off of him, making her fall back against the bed. She quickly rolled over as the man greedily started unbuttoning his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down in record speed just as she got on her knees. Geto looked behind her, mouth drooling as she stared at Gojo’s thick, delicious cock. The first time she sucked him off, her jaw was sore for three days straight. He was long, thick, with heavy balls and a delicious red tip, a tip that was leaking so much pre-cum she wished she could lap it up.

He grabbed her hip with one hand, grasping the base of his cock with the other before he started slapping his dick against her wet pussy, making her jump with every hit.

“Put it in yourself.” He demanded, clearly expecting Geto to protest but the woman was so horny that she quickly complied. He chuckled as she brought her arm out from between her legs, grabbing onto his member before she guided him to her hole, pressing his tip against her leaking entrance. She heard Gojo curse at her lewd action, his cock throbbing against her as he started pushing in. They both groaned simultaneously as his dick thrust inside her, splitting apart her wet, needy walls.

“Fu-uck-“ Geto moaned, her patients dick already bumping her cervix, his dick so deliciously long it took her breath away. Gojo growled as he gave her juicy butt a mean spank, moaning as he felt her tighten around him from the impact. “Gonna move- fuck me- I love this fucking pussy!”

With another smack, the man started to thrust, gently pulling out before slamming back inside her, both of them moaning. Geto gripped onto the bedsheet tightly as her body started to move back and forth, tits swinging as he gradually picked up the pace. She always enjoyed it when Gojo took her from behind, the position making his cock drive as deep as it could inside her. His grip on her hips was tight, the man pulling her back to meet his thrusts as he started passionately fucking her. Balls clapped against her clit each time, the slick sound of their filthy fucking echoing through the room, no doubt being audible outside the door were it not for the soundproof walls.

“Fuuuuck!” Gojo snarled, sweat on his body and heat on his face as he fucked this beautiful, sexy woman. He enjoyed their little routine, knowing full well that he wasn’t actually blackmailing her. At this point, she knew enough about him that she could threaten him and get whatever she wanted. Hell, she could just withhold sex for a day and Gojo would cave. He knew he had feelings for her but it just wasn’t the time for them. It will be, eventually, he was sure of it.

So for now, he would just fuck her cunt, enjoy her body and give her enough orgasms to make sure she knows she’d never find someone as good as him. He needed to make a stand considering just how amazing Geto was. There was no doubt a long list of men who’d want to be with her, but she chose him and he didn’t take it for granted. One day, he’d have her body and mind and heart.

They fucked like animals, Geto eventually loosing strength in her arms as she lowered her face onto the mattress, panting and mewling against the bedsheet with her ass up. Gojo loved the view, licking his lips as a hand came up to grope at her butt before his thumb inched towards her rim. He felt her jump, her gasp adorable as he started rubbing her tight asshole, his mouth starting to water as he pictures eating her ass. He needed to do that next.

“Fuck- cumming- gonna- oh yes-“ Geto moaned, drool seeping into the bedsheet as she was fucked silly, his thick cock hitting her g-spot perfectly. M-Me too!” Gojo gasped, gritting his teeth as he gently pressed his thumb into her other hole, groaning as he felt her tighten around him even more, “Fuck- where do you want it?”

“I-Inside me!” Geto begged, voice jumping from the force of his thrust, her ass ripping against him, “fill me up!”

“Fuck baby- let’s cum together!” Gojo said, ready to pump her full. She was on birth control but he felt his balls constrict over imaging a time where she wouldn’t be- where he could truly breed her and knock her up.

“Cumming! Fuck- cumming!”

“Cum for me babe- oh yea- gonna fucking- fill you!”

“Yes- yes- yes!!”

With a shrill squeal, Geto climaxed. Her back arched as her pussy gushed around his member, her juices dripping down her thighs as she came. Her body shivered, the woman biting down on the bedsheet to prevent any further noises from leaving her throat. It barely helped as she huffed and moaned against the fabric, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the amazing feeling of an orgasm literally being fucked out of her.

Gojo moaned shamelessly, pressing her hips so tight against his, not allowing her to move as he came inside her. He smiled a wide grin, tongue sticking out as he pumped her full, balls clenching as he dumped his nut into her eager, waiting womb. Fuck…he really wished she wasn’t on birth control. He’d never get tired of the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for every drop, her ribbed walls clamping around him, soaking his dick in a mixture of their juices. She was so perfect.

Eventually, after coming down from their highs, Gojo slowly pulled his cock out, dick twitching as he watched her gaping pussy leak out his cum, making her body a mess of sweat and semen. Geto sat up as well, a bit dazed from her orgasm and a bit miffed that she now had to continue her workday stuffed with cum. Post nut clarity really was a bitch.

But before she could say anything, Gojo sat back against the headboard, legs spread and cock still erect as he started taking off the remaining of his clothes, getting completely naked.

“You’re still my nurse, right?” he asked, noticing her confused expression, “My head still hurts. I think I need to cum down your throat for it to go away.”

Geto snorted, unable to hold back her laugh as she started crawling towards him, happy to give her body a break but still eager for more.

“And I suppose you’d like to tongue my asshole open later?” she asked as she grasped his member, Gojo hissing from the sensitivity.

“Exactly. I knew you were an excellent nurse.”

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seoksgrl · 4 months

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happier than ever, 3. : knj namjoon x reader friends to strangers to lovers

tws: vomit, alcoholism, sa (very very brief but pls do not read if you are at all uncomfortable with this topic), mention of terminal illness and death

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The sheets stick to your body when you wake up, rearing up as your muscles clench in fear. Your chest heaves, stuttered breaths puffing from between your dry, parted lips.

It’s the first time you’ve dreamt of her, dreamt of anything, in months. You swallow, the action almost painful as your tongue sticks to the roof of your dry mouth. A sure sign you didn’t drink enough last night, even as the empty vodka bottle lays beside you on the bed.

The room is a wasteland of discarded bottles, dirty clothes and a layer of grime you haven’t even thought to clean in the year since your mother died, and the sight of it all in the moonlight that streams in through the open blinds is a stark and painful reminder of your reality. You lay back in your bed, unable to look at it any longer, screwing your eyes shut at the planets painted on your ceiling, faded with age and flaking thanks to the dry, dank air in the room.

The paintings have an unbidden memory shouldering its way into your unsteady mind, flickering behind your closed eyelids like an old movie on a projector. Your mother’s smile as she lays beside you on the bed, pointing out the planets and stars she spent an exhaustive amount of time painting for you. Her hands perpetually stained with paint, the corners of her eyes crinkled, the softness of her laugh whenever you pronounced the names of the planets wrong.

Your stomach clenches violently, and you barely have time to react, throwing yourself to the edge of the bed just in time to vomit on the floor, your throat sore and aching once you’re done. Tears track your burning cheeks and you inhale sharply, wiping your mouth with one hand and opening your bedside draw with the other, pulling out a miniature bottle of liquor you stole from the convenience store. You down it in one gulp, grimacing before you toss it with the other bottle on your bed, standing and wiping up your vomit with an old t-shirt. You toss it onto the pile of your other unwashed clothes, deciding to get to it later, even though you know you never will.

The time on your phone reads eleven thirty PM, and you rake your fingers through your hair as you walk to the bathroom, throwing the dry, unbrushed strands into what can only be described as a bun before you leave the house. The bars are still open near your house, and you figure two hours is more than enough time to banish any more memories from rearing their head.

Namjoon has been holding back on calling his grandmother, but he can only avoid her for so long. He doesn’t even know why he feels this unquenchable need to stay in his hometown, not when you’ve made it pretty clear you can’t stand the sight of him. His chest feels hollow at the thought.

His fingers fly across his phone screen before his guilt can convince him not to, the ringing line taunting him, turning him back into a shy fifteen year old again until it finally clicks, and his grandmother’s warm voice drifts to his ear.

“Gang-aji, I’ve been waiting for you to call,” Namjoon smiles at his grandmother’s term of endearment, something she adopted almost instantly after their first meeting, even as he was approaching adulthood.

“I’m sorry, I got a little held up,” He frowns, unsure how to explain the fact that he can’t quite come home to his dying grandfather just yet because his ex-best friend hates him and needs his help. In the end, he decides to be vague, “There’s some stuff here that I can’t leave. I know you and grandfather need me, but -”

“Namjoon, I told you not to worry,” His grandmother says, her voice soft, “I expected you to become nostalgic visiting your hometown, you don’t have to explain that, my gang-aji,”

“I wish it was just nostalgia,” He says quietly, clearing his throat, “How is grandfather? Any changes?”

“He’s still sleeping, he hasn’t woken up since you left. They are feeding him through some kind of tube,” She hums thoughtfully, and Namjoon can picture her now, sat on the plush chair beside his grandfather’s bed, looking at the wires and monitors that are effectively keeping him somewhat comfortable. “I don’t think he likes all this fuss,”

“Did he tell you?”

“No,” She says, a laugh caught in her throat despite the circumstances, “even asleep, I can read the man like a book,”

Namjoon chuckles, moving from the small, aged bed at the Lunar Hotel to the window, pushing aside the lace curtains and peering out at the empty road below. Namjoon is still the only guest, and from what he can hear, Jooheon spends most of his time doing DIY around the place, hardly needing to stand at reception. Namjoon can’t help but wonder why what he remembers to be such a bustling beach town would fall into this ghostland he currently sees.

Namjoon turns away from the window, wishing he could be in two places at once, “If anything changes, I’ll come right back. Send the jet and I’ll get there fa -”

“I know, Namjoon. We can manage. Your grandfather wouldn’t want you stuck in a hospital all day watching him sleep,” Namjoon almost speaks over her, eager to have his grandmother know that he will be home if his grandfather even twitches the wrong way, but she continues speaking, “take some time. You’ve done nothing but work the last few months, and when he…” she inhales sharply, and Namjoon feels his hands twitch to call ahead and take the jet anyway, “Eventually, you will be in charge of everything, and you won’t have time to visit Yeocho,”

The statement is sobering, and Namjoon’s mind automatically flickers to you. If he can help it, he wants to do better than before, wants to stay in touch with you once he’s gone, wants to make sure you’re doing okay and that you never feel alone.

But first, he has to get you to actually speak to him. Sober.

“Right, you’re right. Of course,” Namjoon sighs, “Send harabeoji my love. And you halmeoni, I love you,”

“Love you, gang-aji,”

Namjoon can’t stay in his room all day, but he finds himself battling with the urge to visit you, to see if you’re okay. He knows the reaction he will get, that you will tell him to leave, and maybe that would be for the best, but he knows it wouldn’t feel right. The idea of leaving you alone, especially after seeing the state you were in, the mess of your childhood home, the empty bottles and smell of stale alcohol that clung to the fabric of the couch he spent his night folded onto, it all leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The only person who might know anything further about what your life has looked like since he left, aside from your asshole ex Seokjin, is Jooheon.

When his foot hits the bottom step, Namjoon looks around the small lobby, empty and half-painted as Jooheon stretches to hit a corner behind the reception desk which is currently covered in a white sheet. He walks over, hands in the pockets of his slacks - he makes a mental note to have an extra set of clothes sent over, or maybe he can just buy some, surely there’s a store around here some -

“Namjoon, hey,” Jooheon smiles, clambering down the ladder and landing with a thump, wiping fresh paint on his grey overalls, “you need anything?”

“No, I’m good,” Namjoon replies, “I was about to go see Y/N, actually. We didn’t exactly have the best reunion yesterday morning, as you know,”

Jooheon gives an understanding nod and smile, his eyes giving Namjoon a weary look, “Yeah, Mina was out with her friends last night, said Y/N turned up at the bar pretty late. She didn’t look too good apparently,”

The sounds of that fills Namjoon with dread, and he begins to come to terms with the fact that these instances of drinking weren’t just coincidences. He knows now, more than ever, that he can’t leave any time soon, but he has no idea how to approach this whole thing. He can’t exactly turn up at the house and take you to rehab by force, but he also isn't prepared to sit here and watch you drink yourself into oblivion. He needs to think of something, or maybe he just needs to try harder.

“Are you good?” Namjoon asks when he sees Jooheon wince, bending down to fetch a rag from the floor, wiping his hands as he blows out a long breath.

“I feel like I’ve been trying to fix up this place for years,” He looks around, a mournful look in his eye, “we’re losing money, nobody wants to travel out to random small towns anymore, not when there are better, up-to-date places nearer to the big cities. I don’t know if any of it’s worth it, but I can’t sit and do nothing,”

Namjoon feels for his friend, coming from a background where every hotel his family owns is booming, the demand growing enough for the need to open more, he hates to see a smaller, family-owned business struggle.

“Well, I’m gonna be sticking around anyway, I’d love to help out,” He proposes, shrugging, “I’m pretty good with a hammer,”

Jooheon smiles, slapping his friend on the shoulder, “I’d love that, man,”

His back is sore by the time Namjoon finds his way to your house, a route he memorised years ago and the journey still hasn’t faded from his mind, even after so long of walking through concrete laden streets instead of quaint, dirt paths. He still has paint staining his hands, but even after your anger with him yesterday, he can’t imagine you’ll mind.

The door is slightly open when he reaches the porch, and a prick of alarm rings true in his chest. A dozen scenarios sweep through his mind, and images of you lying face down on your living room floor taunt him as he pushes the door open. The living room is close enough that he can see the sofa, and can see you on it.

Back pressed to the sofa cushions as another man looms over you, kissing your neck. Your eyes open slowly, blearily and briefly widen when you spot him in the doorway, and the second he hears the looseness in your voice, his feet are carrying him over.

“Whoops -”

“What the fuck -” The man grunts as Namjoon lifts him off of you by the elbow, stumbling a few times as he resists the urge to throw him to the floor.

Namjoon pins the man, shirtless and several inches shorter than him, with a cold glare, “Get the fuck out before I throw you into the street,”

The man glances around, almost as if he might want to take his chances with Namjoon, but he decides against it, bending to pick up his shirt and shoes, “Fuck this shit, man,”

The echo of the door’s slam is the only sound left for a while, Namjoon’s eyes crossing from the windows to where you sit, swaying in your seat, eyes hazy even as you glare up at him. When you stand, he resists the urge to steady you as you wobble slightly, the scent of liquor quickly reaching him as you step closer, frowning.

“You kicked out my date,”

“That wasn’t a date, Y/N, you’re too drunk to stand let alone do anything else,”

You scoff, turning away, “I was fine,”

“He was taking advantage. There wasn’t a drop of alcohol in that man’s whole body, he shouldn’t have come home with you,” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “at best he should have just dropped you off at the door,”

“I’m not a dumb little teenager anymore, Namjoon, I don’t need you to look after me,” You’re breathing heavy now, but there’s a glassiness to your eyes that he feels isn’t solely from the alcohol. All over again, he feels like shit for leaving, for not keeping in touch and for being unaware of all the bullshit that life has dealt you over the past few years.

“I just want to help you, Y/N,” He steps forward, sighing when you flinch away from his touch, “Please,”

You blink rapidly - your tell, Namjoon recalls. There are a handful of memories that suddenly rush to greet him, most of which are the two of you trying to make it through Titanic without crying. You always lost, much to your frustration, blinking quickly in an effort to stop the tears from falling.

They don’t fall now, though, and instead you just stare at him, angry and dishevelled, smelling of booze and still a little something that reminds him of home, somehow. It makes his stomach clench at the juxtaposition of it all.

“I don’t need your help,” You say, lip trembling, and you move forward, hands pushing hard at his chest, “Just get out! Get out!” you’re screaming, shoving him back to the door, and all Namjoon can do is watch helplessly and do as you ask. He can’t force you to listen to him, but he’s not done trying. Not by a long shot.

“I’ll leave now, but I won’t stop, Y/N,” Namjoon says quietly when you finally stop screaming, panting as you watch him with his hand on the doorknob, “I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry. But I’m not giving up on you,”

He opens the door, stepping out and resisting the urge to look back, desperate to see a glimpse of the girl he took for granted and left behind. But he doesn’t deserve to see her, not yet, and so he closes the door softly behind him, not turning even when he hears you throw something hard enough for glass to shatter.

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bubbledtee · 1 year

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮

"You see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies."

Warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff with jamie and your baby girl

Summary: After three long months, your little girl, Chloe, finally laughs.

Pairing: black album!James x fem!reader w/ baby

Word count: 818

A/N: listen guys this im sorry if this is corny but my baby fever is so bad rn. and I did this instead of my English project. ENJOY PLEASE OR ILL CRY

You smile as you sit beside James on the sofa, leaning into his side as he speaks goofily to your little bundle of joy, her back and head resting against the blonde’s long legs that had been propped against the coffee table.

“Did you miss Daddy while he was working today?” he asks with a wide smile, his fingers in the tiny grasp of Chloe’s hands.

The little girl smirks a little with a coo, her tongue sticking out slightly. You and James had long grown impatient to hear her tiny giggles as she reached three months of age, and every day both of you would try so hard to push that slight smirk to a tiny belly laugh.

“Yeah? You did?” he asks, acting as though she could understand him. “Daddy missed you and Mommy, too.” James leans forward slightly and plants a kiss on Chloe’s forehead before turning to you and pressing his lips to your own, leaving a chaste kiss on them. “The guys were asking about her today,” he chuckles a bit, his statement making you smile widely.

You bring a hand up to push a golden strand of his hair from his face, “Really?” you ask, tucking the locs behind his ear as he nods, “What’d they ask?”

James looks down at the still-grinning baby and smiles back, “They asked a whole lot. How she’s doing, if we’ll bring her back to the studio again to visit, if they could come to visit us.”

You giggle a bit as you snuggle into the blonde’s side, “Well, Lars is supposed to come by when you get the album covers, isn’t he?” you ask, gaining a nod from him.

A peaceful silence falls between you as you both watch Chloe look around the room with an infantile curiosity. You smile as you think about how James had stepped up to father her, his priorities set almost completely on the two of you. Quite honestly, you had worried your entire pregnancy that he wouldn’t have been able to do it. You worried that the dedication was too much for him and that he’d try to bury himself in work to try to stay away from it. You also worried his drinking would get in the way of his parenting, the same way it’d gotten in the way multiple times in your entire relationship. However, he had really attempted to cut down after you’d given birth.

You reach a hand out and rub Chloe’s tummy gently, “You wanna see your uncle Lars again?” you ask, pulling the little one’s eyes to you, bouts of curiosity beaming from them. You smile at her as you continue, “Well, maybe Daddy can bring you with him to work one day while Mommy cleans the house, hm? Then you can see Uncle Lars, and Uncle Jason, and even Uncle Kirk!” the names are drawn out as you list them, Chloe’s face once again turning to a wide smile at just the sound of your voice.

“Don’t forget about your Uncle Bob, too.” James coos at the little girl, earning a tiny coo back from her. James beams at her, “You wanna see your Uncle Bob?” he asks goofily, gaining yet another coo, this time louder.

Almost like a giggle.

You gasp slightly, trying to excite the little girl as you attempt to urge more coos from her, “Do you think that’s silly?” you ask her in a coo, causing a tiny bubbly laugh to erupt from her chest. The adorable sound sends joy and excitement bursting into the air, making James and yourself gasp ecstatically. “You think your Uncle Bob is funny, don’t you, honey?” you ask with your own laugh, watching as she giggles even more at the mention of the name.

James lets out a chuckle at the sight of the little girl being overtaken by her newfound laugh, “He’s definitely funny looking,” he says through his laugh, making you giggle, too. It isn’t long until there’s a circle of laughs going around between the three of you.

Between the family.

After a few moments, Chloe’s tiny giggles die down alongside yours and James’ and you’re back to smiling at the little girl in awe. Your heart blooms with love as you glance up at James, his smile wide with delight and love. It never ceased to amaze you just how tame a man as crazy as James Hetfield could be when it came to you. You and his family.

You sigh contentedly and press a kiss to the man’s cheek, his facial hair scratching you slightly. “I love you, James Hetfield.” you murmur as you pull away, pulling his attention toward you.

The blonde smirks at you as he plants a kiss to your lips, “And I love you, Y/N.” he murmurs back lovingly, your hearts seemingly connected in the moment. “More than you could ever know.”

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twogyuu · 2 years

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Feu D'Artifice

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (ft. Chan and Mingyu)

Synopsis: "The Robin Hood of street racing," Chan liked to call him. You had laughed in your friend's face when he first told you about Vernon, but when you actually met him, you couldn't help but be curious about what was behind that stoic façade and his rusted Toyota Celica.

Please note this particular fic focuses on another moment in time after Vernon and OC have met!

Genre: I'm not sure what to label this? Fluff? 😬 Hints of crack, the ending hints at angst. S2L, mild idiots-to-lovers, streetracer!Vernon, mechanic!reader, mechanic!Mingyu, streetracer! Chan, implied antagonist!Baekho

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, mild themes of misogyny, mildly suggestive(?) - they just kiss . . . also contains inaccuracies about cars and street racing (all I know is that it's illegal - kids please do not do illegal things okay? Y'all know better)

WC: ~4.2K

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A/N: I write like I'm a frequent club goer lol, but promise I've only gone twice 😅 Let alone to one of those basement parties. Partially inspired by the 'Anyone' special choreography, partially inspired by Baekho's 'Festival In My Car' (yet I made the man the antagonist smh 😅). this is probably one of my favorite pieces in a while 😊 Some day, I'll flesh out this whole story of streetracer!Vernon, but for now, have this - I was too excited and deep in my Vernon feels and wanted to share it with you all. @aceofvernons LOOK AWAY - I'm inconsistent with my biases. . . wbk 😞✊🏻

A purple neon light that once boldly stated ‘Joshua’s,’ flickered pitifully overhead– it was probably on its last few batteries. The wooden door to the parlor was seemingly intimidating despite how ordinary and beat up it looked; there was even a dent in the bottom right corner. One would think that a club this popular among street racers there would be a line snaking out the door and wrapping around the building. Yet, the streets were eerily empty, sans a few hobos making their way across the empty field across from the rundown brick buildings. The pebbled and broken pavement were damp from the sleet earlier today. There was an icy bite in the evening air that seemed to seep into every opening of his clothing and settle into his skin.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Vernon tucked his hands into the depths of his leather jacket, letting the cold air pierce his lungs as he tried to collect himself before knocking in code against the door as you had instructed. The memory of you leaning against his car with that grease-stained jumpsuit wrapped around your body and your arms folded across your chest was fresh in his mind. He remembered the way you had leaned over, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, your sweet voice telling him, “It’s morse code for speed.” Your hands were already knocking softly against the metal of the hood of his car.

Vernon did not like to “go out” and “party” like other street racers. He did his duty on the streets, won his money, and went home. It was his routine and it was the promise he made himself. He vowed never to get involved in the social aspect of street racing. His mentor, Sohee, had told him, “that’s how you lose yourself in the game.”

Yet here he was, plain and in fact, he had come to the club for a girl.

Vernon didn’t like to be cliche, but he did honestly, think you weren’t just any girl.

You were different. You didn’t wear tiny skirts and shirts that barely covered your chest to the race tracks (sans the first night that you let Chan dress you so ill-tastefully). You opted for heavy boots and jeans instead; a bandana always donned your head to hold loose strands of hair back. You didn’t ask for attention from anyone, yet you still had an aura about you that commanded every street race you entered – no one dared question your expertise on their car (except for Vernon). You challenged authority (read: Baekho) and took shit from no one. More often than not, it has put you on people’s shit list – nonetheless, it didn’t seem to bother you.

To put it simply, Vernon’s interest was piqued and he knew if he wanted to know more about you, he’d have to go further than the race course to learn more.

“Vernon?” one of the bouncers said aghast, surprised to see the street racer at the club. His colleague slapped his shoulder, shooting him a warning look for letting Vernon’s name slip before he could think.

Vernon scanned the bouncers up and down. They looked vaguely familiar; probably another set of boys from the races that he didn’t know well, nor did he necessarily care to know well. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes lingered across the room: like the streets outside, it was also eerily empty. There was a short counter in the corner with a few bottles of alcohol lining the dusty shelves and two round and worn wooden tables in the center, a set of cards splayed in a game on one of them.

“The club?” Vernon turned back to them and asked simply.

“Shh!” the taller one hushed him, eyes wide. He ushered Vernon inside, while his friend secured the door. Vernon complied, wrinkling his brows together in confusion.

“You can’t just speak so openly about it,” he noted, “There are several of us down there – if the cops found out we’re all gathered in one place, easy bust.”

Vernon hummed in understanding. “Sorry – first time.”

The two friends exchanged looks; the shorter one widening his eyes and gesturing to the taller one to take him back. The latter shook his head silently; Vernon noted the sweat that broke out on his forehead. They seemed to be in a silent argument, oblivious to the fact that Vernon could see their struggle clearly despite the lack of words.

“Look, if it’s a problem that I’m here –”

“It’s fine, really,” the shorter one chuckled. He shot a glare at the taller one before flickering back to Vernon, a grin on his face. “I-I’ll take you down.”

“Alright,” Vernon shrugged.

Vernon followed him, pushing past the drapes that shielded the backroom that appeared to be some combination of a kitchen that was transformed into a storage room. Clearly, it hadn’t been used properly for the last couple of years as the stainless steel tables were stacked with boxes that had a few rusty car parts in it. The white deep porcelain sink was also stained brown – lord knows what has been poured down that drain.

“Coming?” the bouncer called.

Vernon looked up to see him holding open a door. He cocked his head to the side, noting how it was eerily dark beyond the threshold. Vernon could make out a few clinks of glass bottles and there was an echo of loud laughter, but nothing else: there was no bass of the music and no shrieks of joy.

Was this truly a club? Or had you set him up to be murdered?

He straightened his posture – he had to be on guard in case anything goes wrong. Vernon noted the newspaper covered windows and the door bolted shut in the opposite corner, presuming the way the slight wind whistled through it, it led outside as well.

“Well?” the bouncer urged, getting annoyed. “We don’t have all night.”

Silently, Vernon walked over and followed him down. Darkness surrounded them immediately as the door slammed shut; the only source of light was the flashing green and blue hues pooling at the bottom of the stairwell. Vernon paused momentarily, letting his eyes adjust before descending down the rickety stairs. He felt himself calm as he could feel the faint thump of a rhythmic drum vibrating underneath him.

When their feet landed on the cement, just yards away from the steeled entrance of the party, Vernon could already feel the various eyes of the people loitering outside on him. Bottles of beer stopped abruptly at their lips. Cigarettes placed between teeth but went unlit. The eyes of skimpily dressed women with too much eyeshadow on their lids lingered from their dates to the chestnut-haired man.

Vernon paid no mind though – he was here for you and you only.

“Right in there,” the short man pointed at a metal door. It was cracked open a notch. “Party ends at 2AM. Don’t get into fights and have fun.”

With that, he left Vernon alone, marching back up the stairs.

Sucking in another sharp breath, he tugged at the hem of his leather jacket before marching inside. Immediately, he was met with a crowd of people. Some sort of alcoholic drink in hand, they danced and jumped to the beat of fast bass, ignoring the way the gold color liquid sloshed out of the bottles and red cups and dripped onto the cement floor.

How was he supposed to find you amidst this?

“She doesn’t dance, but you’ll find her there somewhere. She’s always looking for ways to make money,” Vernon remembered Mingyu remarking.

The bar.

Walking along the edges of the dance floor, he kept his eyes peeled for you and any signs of a counter filled with liquor. He pushed past sweaty bodies grinding against one another and brushed off the manicured hands that landed on his biceps in an attempt to seduce him. He recognized several familiar faces amidst the crowds. Stella who wore different colored wigs to every race. Minhyun, the pretty boy who refereed the start and finish of each race. Cindy, Baekho’s younger sister who came rather infrequently to races, but she was hard to miss decked out in flashy designer outfits each time. Wonwoo, the fox-eyed and stoic man, who never talked much, but he was neither friend nor foe.

“Chwe!” Vernon heard a familiar voice call after him amidst the noise. He spun around to find Mingyu, the handsome, 187cm-man hard to miss, waving at him from afar. He was leaning against a counter, an amber-colored drink in his hand, and Chan sitting in a bar stool next to him.

Vernon nodded in reply and made his way over, weaving through the crowd.

Chan sniggered playfully, clapping Vernon’s shoulder. “Glad you could make it,” he shot Mingyu a sly look, “Though I assume it wasn’t for us.”

“Nah,” Vernon jokingly punched the younger’s shoulder, “You tweakin’.”

“Are we?” Mingyu closed one eye as if he was trying to match a target. He tipped his bottle towards Vernon, “Or are you?”

Vernon shook his head and looked away at your friends’ accusation; nonetheless, a grin growing on his lips at the hints of you being around.

“Where is she?” Vernon relented.

“And he indirectly admits it!” Chan raised his hands over his head in triumph.

Mingyu smiled into the tip of his bottle. He was silent, but the direction he was looking said it all. Vernon followed his line of sight to find you wiping down the opposite counter after a few guests had left to rejoin the party. Despite the rather plain outfit of jeans and a black t-shirt you had on compared to the others here, Vernon thought you looked pretty.

“Hi,” Vernon greeted you simply as he made his way over. He settled into the empty bar stool directly in front of you and leaned over the counter so you could better hear him.

You looked up from your line of cups. He noted the way you tried to keep a straight face, but failed when the right corner of your lips twitched up into a suppressed smile.

“You made it,” you noted, trying to feign cool.

He shrugged playfully. “Yeah, I’m here.”

You nodded, dipping your chin into your chest, gripping the ledge to prevent you from keeling over. You couldn’t stand looking at him for much longer, your knees growing weak, and you weren’t sure why. It’s not like he looked any different than he did from the races. He still wore his beat up red and black leather jacket with the black t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His hair was perfectly messy – unstyled, yet still stylish.

It was just Vernon.

But why did he make you queasy and dizzy all of a sudden.

“What do you wanna drink?” you asked.

“What do you have?” he asked in return.

“Beer, tequila, vodka, and Sprite,” you rattled off, “Ran out of diet Coke – our options are limited, on a budget.”

“Is it on-the-house?” Vernon replied.

You cocked a curious eyebrow at him.

“I could repay you in other ways.”

You chuckled at his attempt to flirt and waved him off. You opted for a Sprite for him, remember Chan saying something about Vernon not being the type to drink a lot. You scooped ice and sprayed the drink from the fountain into a red solo cup and slid it over to him.

“Seduction is not a pretty color on you,” you teased, before turning around to rearrange a few items on the metallic counter behind you.

“Oh c’mon,” he sipped on the fizzy drink, “That’s not what I meant.”

You threw him a look over your shoulder. “Oh yeah? Then what?”

“Dance with me.”

You turned around and leaned back, arms folded over your chest. “I’m working.”

“Ask Mingyu to cover for you like you did for him.”

“You dance?”

He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but he felt like liquid courage was coursing through his veins. The adrenaline of seeing you again made him feel bold and willing to try things he wouldn’t normally do.

“Here and there,” Vernon lied. He tilted his head coyly.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Nonetheless, Vernon could tell from the way you squirmed in your spot, he gave you an offer you couldn’t deny. He noted the way your eyes flickered over to your colleague resting on a white plastic bucket in the corner and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. You played with the hem of your navy blue apron wrapped around your waist, your fingers dancing along the loose tie. One pull and it’d come off, and you’d be his for the night.

“You didn’t invite me just so I could watch you work, did you?” Vernon tried when you didn’t answer.

“And if I did?”

You weren’t the jealous type – Vernon knew teasing you with the idea of dancing with other people wouldn’t bug you at all. If anything, it’d only deter you further, regretting inviting him out in the first place, and worse, perhaps never getting a chance to see you again. If he was honest, however . . .

“I’d have no reason to be here then,” he gave you one last soft smile and pushed himself off the bar stool. His heart beat erratically in his chest, his mind raced at all the possible outcomes of this tease. This was bold for him. Vernon didn’t flirt like this. He wasn’t the dauntless type, he didn’t play games with women – let alone anyone.

It wasn’t him, yet simultaneously it was.

If you weren’t going to keep him company, he wasn’t going to do the same for you either.

As he took his first step away, you came rushing to his side, hands wrapping around his forearm to stop him. He looked over, peering into your eyes, wondering if you could see the precariousness in his own right now.

“F-fine,” you stammered. With one pull of the loose string behind you, the apron became undone. You let go of him to catch the falling garment. “I-I’ll dance with you, just . . . give me a second.”

Your gaze lingered on him a second too long as you returned behind the counter and walked in the direction of your co-worker. Anyone could tell, you were nervous that the chestnut-haired boy would slip out of your grasp between now and the time you went back to him. You whispered something to your friend who shot you a sly smile when you finished before looking over at Vernon again. She nodded and ushered you to go on. Your eyes remained trained on him, the world surrounding you melting alway. It was only him and you. The crowd behind him blurred together into a colorful swirl, while the blue and green lights danced across his untainted skin. Mingyu’s and Chan’s whoops fell on deaf ears; you could only hear a ringing and your controlled breathing.

“Ready?” Vernon extended a hand towards you, dragging you out of your daze. The music grew louder again. You couldn’t help, but notice the envious eyes of the few women and men loitering behind him – and it’s as if he knew. “Eyes on me.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped your sweaty palms down your jeans before placing your fingers on his palm. He was quick to fold his fingers over yours, giving you one last reassuring squeeze and a lop-sided grin. Your gaze fell on your intertwined hands, his skin feeling cool against your hot ones. You wondered if he could see through your quiet facade, that inside your chest, it felt like the excitement of when you were little and someone lit a sparkler for you. The flames crackled in front of you, the naive belief that the sparkler would continue forever. A quiet moment passed between the two of you as you let all of it sink in.

Without a warning, Vernon tugged you onto the dance floor, the two of you being swallowed by the hoard of people. The rough sequin of someone’s dress scratched your arm, another set of dark-painted seductive eyes shot a wink in Vernon’s direction, someone’s hands skimmed across your forearm almost as if to stop you from going further. Amidst all the chaos, neither of you minded it, however.

Vernon was here for you, and you were here for him tonight.

Somewhere along the way, Vernon came to a stop. He had assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor and despite his best efforts to find clearing and some space where you could be comfortable, your sneakers were still toe-to-toe with one another. You peered up at him innocently, waiting for him to make a move, place his hands around your waist, spin you around and pin you flush to his back, or heck, kiss you even – but none of it ever came. He stood stiff as a sim character.

“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” you asked softly. He could hardly hear you.

“May have fibbed a little to get you to come out from behind that counter,” Vernon chortled.

A playful smile spreading across your face, your hands slinked up his forearms until you hit his elbows. You tugged them close towards your waist, then wrapping your hands around his rough fingers and gently setting them on your sides, as if to silently tell him it was okay to touch you. It was as if some other song other than the hype music was playing and you started slowly stepping side to side, wrapping your arms around his neck. Vernon planted his forehead on yours, watching the electricity spark in your eyes while the blue hues of the club engulfed you. Your lips were merely inches from each other – he could smell the spearmint gum you always chewed on your breath. Your breath hitched at the way he looked at you so intensely, yet with so much adoration. You hardly knew a thing about one another, but the way his eyes bore into yours felt as if you spent a whole century together.

Perhaps if it was possible, the sparklers in this lifetime with him would shimmer in the dark forever.

During street races, while waiting for a pair to finish their course, you always watched your surroundings out of boredom, waiting on the hood of Chan’s car with your red toolbox right beside you. When the crowd had thinned, half still at the start, the other half at the finish, everyone was always off doing their own thing to preoccupy themselves, including one another.

You didn’t like to think of yourself as “the other girl,” but felt like you were at these races. Spectators came with their faces caked with the latest Dior foundation and their lips painted with the classic shades of YSL lipstick. Your scuffed up steel-toed shoes were no match for their stilettos and thigh high boots. Not to mention, you were severely underdressed in your grease-stained jumpsuit that hung around your waist. The people here commanded attention and as suffocating as it was to you, they definitely got it.

You’ve seen them in the alleys of buildings. Their bare backs pressed up against the rough, cracked brick walls, a low-tier racer who had chosen them as prey for the night had their hands perched above their head, whispering sweet nothings into their ear before stealing kisses from their pouts. Sometimes, they would disappear into the night and not be seen until the next race, nestled in their new lover's arms.

Never in a hundred years did you think you’d find yourself in the same compromising position with Vernon, out of all people, tucked away in the dimly lit hallway of the club basement. His leather jacket was shrouded over your shoulders because you had complained about feeling cold earlier. He stood in front of you, leaning over on his forearm placed on the wall behind, chuckling as the two of you exchanged quiet words – they were nothing deep, nothing particularly sweet either, but he made your chest bubble in ways you didn’t know it could. Every time he let out that low chuckle that managed to seep through his sealed lips, his hazel eyes curving into crescents, you couldn't help but giggle in return.

Part of you hoped the vomit-green wall behind you would open up a portal and swallow you whole, unsure if your fragile heart could take all of this affection. You felt silly for being so love-drunk; it’s not like you grinded on him on the dance floor or took love shots when Chan and Mingyu urged the both of you to. Heck, Vernon hadn’t done anything more than placing his hands on your waist. Yet here you were, giddy like a teenager holding hands with their crush for the first time.

It was embarrassing.

The other part of you wanted to stay and see where this would go. Would you ever know his life beyond the four walls of his beat-up, gray 2002 Toyota Celica? Neither of you were drunk and you were both well-aware of your decisions tonight, though perhaps blind to the consequences to come. It was never said, but you knew you both were curious about this, whatever it was between the two of you. The light teases, the off-beat slow dance to the fast-paced song, the shared giggles for no reason whenever you caught one another’s eyes, the stupid stories made up while people-watching, this cliche moment right now – selfishly, you wanted it all.

“This is a stupid question,” Vernon mumbled, he fiddled with the zipper of his leather jacket, flipping it up and down in hopes of the cool metal would calm his nerves. His eyes flickered back up to you. “But, um,” he let out a breathy chortle. His expression didn’t quite match his laugh though – he looked rather confused as he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Can I . . . can I kiss you?”

Unconsciously, you drew your lips in between your teeth and peered up at him innocently, heat coloring your cheeks. The cold seeping through the basement window behind you was not enough to cool your hot skin. All you could hear was your own blood rushing in your ears and suddenly, he seemed like he was too far from you - you were scared.

Pressing his lips into a tightline he shook his head in embarrassment. “It’s too soon – I shouldn’t have, sorry,” he pushed himself off the wall. He lifted his foot off the ground, ready to take a step backwards to give you space.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand shot out and grabbed onto the front of his black t-shirt to stop him from moving away. You took him by surprise at your eagerness, noting the way you tugged at the fabric, not caring that you were stretching out the cotton.

“Um,” he hummed as he settled back into his position close to you.

“You can,” you finally answered his question breathlessly.

He nodded once and planted his palms on either side of your face, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated after him.

Your heart was beating out of control at this point. If you were to faint in his arms right here, you wouldn’t be surprised. You stared at him, eyes wide, your gaze lingered across the sharps and curves of his features, noting every lash to the divots of his acne scars on his cheeks from puberty to the slight bump in his nose bridge. Your eyes finally landed on his pink lips, now glossy after he’d swipe his tongue over it.

“Um . . .” you hesitated, when he hadn’t made a move yet. Were you doing something wrong?

“S-sorry, I just don’t usually do these kinds of things,” Vernon stumbled.

You let out an equally nervous chuckle, “Same.”

“I just,” he dipped his head in to move closer, the tip of his nose bumping ever so slightly into yours, “Go for it,” he inhaled deeply, “Right?”

You blinked a few times, finally opting to let your lids fall shut and inhaled just as deeply. “Right.”

“Okay,” you heard him mumble. He must’ve moved in even closer now as you could feel the vibration of his words against your skin. You could feel the tickle of his lips grazing against yours, the slightest hesitation in his breathing to move in and seal the kiss. Contrary to your own, his eyes were still peeled open, looking for any signs of uncertainty and that you didn’t want this anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he found that you seemed rather impatient for this kiss to happen. He noted the way your shoulders were stiff, hands squeezed by your side and your fists balled up in anticipation. There was a small droop in the space between your brows as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter.

“Cute,” was the last word you heard him say before he pressed his lips against yours.

It was no longer the sensation of sparklers that shone in the dark in the visions behind your closed eyelids and tingled up and down your skin, but rather fireworks. There was a zap in your lips, satisfied but hungry for more. Though his thumbs gently brushed against your cheeks, each touch felt like 100 joules electrifying your skin. It burned, but it was euphoric.

However, with every evening of celebratory fireworks, came a hazy morning filled with residual smoke.

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muzzledrum · 2 years

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"Take me slow" PRT 2

(gif credit to Rattballet on tumblr)

Copia x reader

warnings: MILD smut, fluff, fight, Terzo on his BS.

copia wants to spend the day in their room, but Y/N has work and meets up with an old lover.

The suns morning glow gleamed in reds and purples. The stained glass casted the devilish depictions across the room and glossed over their velvet comforter. Copia was already sat up and had lit a cigarette, comfortably watching the sunrise while his other hand stroked Y/N’s hair. The smoke hung in the room as the smell woke her up, her eyes opened slowly. Noticing he woke her up, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Good morning sweetheart, sleep well?” She only mumbled a response, rather than words she pushed her head up to kiss him. And she combed her hair aside to look up at him. The sun was cast behind him, an angelic halo around his body. Just enough light to see all the freckles and moles across his torso and pudge. It was hellish and beautiful. She felt up his stomach and up to his chest. “How are you so beautiful?” She asked tenderly. Copia sat for a moment and frowned. “That's what I should be saying to you” he reached across and pinned her under his body, his stare intense and cold. She worried for a moment he was going to push himself into doing what she knew he wasn't up for, until he grinned and ducked down peppering her face in small kisses. His mustache tickling her cheek making her laugh. Y/n’s hands came up and reached around to his hair tangling itself in the strands of hair. His hands were first cupping her face but he quickly swapped to holding them under her back and lifting her to his face.

“Copia! What the hell has gotten into you!” She was blushing uncontrollably as she managed to yell.

“I'm lovesick my love! I have been gone all this time and i get a whole week of you to myself, I'm not even letting you work. You're stuck with me” he emphasized the last bit with a long smooch on the forehead, purposely making her laugh at his new found energy. “I ordered breakfast already. Can we stay in bed today? Watch some movies perhaps, mmh?” He was grinning already knowing the answer. “we'll talk about it, but I am getting out of bed and brushing my teeth and brushing my hair. And ill meet you there right?” She glared at him, if she wasn't there he would never have brushed his hair or even brushed his teeth. An absolute walking disaster. She pushed him over and crawled out of the bed on his side. And obviously copia had to glare holes into her ass, absolutely delighted at the view he was given. He raised his hand and went to swing for it. “Don't even think about it” she looked back and glared at him as she stood up stretching. He looked up at her sheepishly and went to pull her back in by the waist. “There was a fly I swear! I almost had it if you’d just let me” the blush covering his face gave away his painful lie. She slipped through his grasp and headed to the bathroom as she spoke. “I can handle a fly on my own” she looked back and patted her ass grinning. He sulked at the missed opportunity but stared at her figure until she vanished behind the doorway. Now he was hard, and he wanted it.

She picked up her brush and started her battle with the morning hair. First only a few strands came out, slowly a pile of fallen out hair was forming on the counter as she brushed away. She wasn't going to tell him, but stress was unnerving her. She didn’t understand how he could see someone who looked so ghostly and so beautiful her eyes were much more sunken, her frown creased her lip and her eyebrows furrowed. She swore she looked different before he left, he wasn't gone that long she thought to herself. She wandered and wondered in her mind until two warm hands on her hips pulled her from her thoughts. “Come back to bed, I'm hungry. My love please” he nipped down her neck while rubbing his hands down her shoulders and arms. His eyes glared at her through the mirror. That was the copia she fucked. Not the one last night

Her frown dissipated and slacked into a relaxed bliss, pushing her head to the side Copia took advantage of the exposed space and sucked on her neck. “Also about that work thing” she spoke nonchalantly as he nipped her ear and shushed her. But she carried on “i am working today, as much as his dark excellency demands otherwise. I'm teaching a class on Dante's inferno. I have waited nearly a year to teach a class and I refuse to miss it.” She pushed him back and pulled on her head veil, nearly tucking the strands of hair in. Copia whined and held onto her back. “Y/n please! Lets talk about this let me offer you something more.” Punciating his last sentence Copia thrusted against her ass and yoinked the hair veil off. She took her Pj’s off and slipped the habit on, completely ignoring his advances with an amused smile. “My love please I'll reschedule it for you personally but today let me have you” his words growled out and he began to get more touchy with the growing seconds. “No, take today to yourself. You need to wind down and have alone time. No work, just enjoy some time to yourself. You can eat me out tonight as dessert” his face grew bright red at her bluntness but even more so baffled by her opposition. He shook his head and huffed. Gesturing his hands confusingly. Making her think she won, right as she moved away. he grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and walked back to the bed. “I like my dessert before breakfast. What papa says papa gets” he then tossed her on the bed with a bounce, and pinned her down to the bed. His breaths shallow and his eyes growing wide in lust, his breath caught in his throat when she reached up and held him by the neck firmly. “Papas gonna listen, unless he wants to sleep on the couch tonight while I jack myself off next to him.” She raised her eyebrow wondering what his choice was going to be, he hung his head and groaned in frustration. “Why? Why! Why do you do this to me You're cruel. A cruel witch” he sulked off of her and hunched back over on the bed. She sat up and rubbed his back smiling. “Ill make it worth your time” she cooed in his ear, in which copia waved his hand and pretended to pout. “Cazzo! Eh, you hurt me cara mia. Don't touch me to make it better” but he grinned and kissed her lips before quipping out. “Tell me how the class goes, sí? I know you’re a wonderful teacher who will get her own class. You better make it worth my strain” he patted her ass. “Go on, I’ll have the ghouls drop your breakfast off at your desk so hurry up or you’ll be late” he remembered the time? She thought. She told him months ago how she was given an opportunity to teach the older kids in the church and how excited she was for it. He actually remembered it down to the time it started, with everything else that had assaulted his time and energy this is what he remembered. She smiled brightly, her eyes were so beautiful when she smiled. It was all that filled copias mind when he saw that smile, he did not even realize that remembering a small day in the year meant so much to her. But he was happy she was smiling so bright. She pecked his cheek and practically scattered off the bed grabbing her stockings and haphazardly pulling them on her legs. She grabbed her heels and stode to the door in pride. “I'll see you later tonight. I have some other work to do” she shut the door and heard the sound of copia scrambling out of bed. He cried out “wait wait no! Cara, you said you only had the class! Y/N!” When he swung the door open again, there stood a very confused ghoul holding Copia and hers breakfast. Not his lover in sight. How does she keep disappearing?! Was all he thought as he awkwardly apologized to the ghoul and took his food.

She had finished her day, and it was awfully late. If she rushed she could make it for a late night dinner with Copia. She walked briskly down the abbey. It was dark, only the candles and chandeliers guiding her in the dark hallways, only a few antique buzzing globe lights lined the hall of offices. She heard the soft thud of a walk behind her, she didn’t have to look.

It was an old lover, Terzo Emeritus. “Ahh there she is!” He called out to her grinning. “Just the lady I needed to speak with” the sound of a few rushed steps came as he walked up beside her. “Good evening, my lord” she replied pleasantly but briskly. Not really wanting or having the time to catch up with the youngest brother. “Oh please won't you spare me and call me Terzo again? I feel so old being called lord” he attempted a smile but she looked straight forward as she walked. “What do you need Terzo?” She held out her hand expecting paper work, Terzo did not interpret that way and instead held her hand. “Friendly today aren’t we? Makes me so happy you're so welcoming to your old papa” She yanked her hand back and patted it on her habit. “No, what do you want? I have plans right now”. Terzo's face twitched and he grabbed her arm and pulled her down a corridor. “Y/n, I'm trying to be nice but you're making it awful.” She straightened her back and pointed at him “I will ask one last time, what do you want, my lord” he stood back and huffed annoyed “Did you tell him?” He asked oddly soft, almost whispering. “He knows about us, he knows that it was years ago when you were a young fool and me, an even younger fool, can I leave?” He tsked softly and leaned closer “I know that, does he know what I know?” She caught on and sighed, already giving him his answer.

“does he even know your family’s name? The history of your family? Does he have any idea of the monster that you can be?” He brought his hand up to her jaw

“No, and he never will. Because I refuse to be the monster that name has destined for me” she smacked his hand away.

“I love this little dance I do really, but he has to know. Or he will learn the same way I did. Do you remember? Do you want him to hurt? To feel betrayed? If you don’t I will!” his level glare bore into her eyes, his temper rising.

“Why can’t you stay out of it terzo? He doesn’t need to know what won't hurt him.” She hissed out angrily. He took her hand softly “Won't you consider coming back to me? Leave him please, I know what you're capable of and I love it, I adore it please. Y/N Bàthory, daughter of the witch from hell. Ple-“ a sharp snap echoed through the hallway as she back handed him. He stood straight and clenched his fists until they turned white, a mark reddening on his face.

“You will stay out of my affairs, you will never speak my name, and you will never discuss this again. Do you hear me? Terzo Emeritus, do. You. Hear. Me?”

He glared at her, his hair drooping over his face. “We will be discussing this later. Expect a summoning to my office tomorrow, Sister Bàthory. If you don’t come I’ll be summoning your precious Copia in your place” he raised his head and smiled at her. The candles blew out on their own, leaving only a flickering light at the end of the hall glowing. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, my lord”. Before he could reply she walked into the shadow of a corner, when the candles reignited, she was already gone.

#ghost bc #ghost band #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii #copia x reader

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knowltonsrangers · 5 months

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Washington x reader. Reader is extremely distressed over college applications, studying for the SAT, and overall just stressed about growing up so Washington comforts her while she’s crying 🥲

[a/n: I hope I’m not too late for this, I know it’s been sitting in my inbox for a while. Anon, I hope you’re doing okay, and you’ve got this! I did a general frustration with work/school!]

TURN!George Washington x reader

His hand meets his thigh, index finger tapping almost impatiently at his own boredom, yearning for that door just down the hallway to open and for you to come out, a happy skip in your step.

Yet, nothing comes. You had retired to the bedroom quite early, mentioning something about a project or assignment that was due very soon. While slightly disappointed, he could never fault you for it. He certainly did it to you all the time, though, in this particular instance he knows exactly how you feel.

The waiting for you to be finished feels to be absolute torture. It’s his first mention of ‘free time’ in days, so he tries not to think of the face you made when you said you had something to work on.

You were so dismayed, shuffling around sad before finally shaking the pout from your shoulders and moping down the hallway.

Then, listening intently, there’s a small cry. It’s short and muffled enough that he almost let it pass by, shoulders tensing slightly, but another one follows, and it’s not as short, nor soft.

“y/n?”

He’s up immediately, crossing the room, then the hallway in a manner of seconds.

When you hear George’s footsteps, you gasp, quickly wiping tears from your rosy cheeks in an ill-working feat.

“I’m okay! Sorry, just sneezed,”

You sniffle subconsciously, tucking strands of hair behind your ears as you continue scribbling nonsense across padded paper.

“That doesn’t quite sound like just a sneeze,”

It comes across with worry, more than you could imagine, shoulders twitching in defeat as you sigh.

“You can come in.”

It’s quiet, you aren’t positive he’s even heard you, but nonetheless, the door swings open, and in its place stands a man who is seemingly drowning in concern.

“I don’t recall sneezing being accompanied by tears,”

Immediately, he’s at your side, hand in a comforting manner on your back.

“Yeah, well. Sometimes doing this work is accompanied by tears.”

Frustrated, you push your paper and pens away from you, huffing at such a thought.

“Would you think it’s best for you take a break?”

He’s only asking to be polite, you know the minute you say no, George will have you up from the chair and away from that desk in a manner of seconds.

“I guess…I doubt I’ll get much work done. Passable work, anyway.”

Your nose finds the desk, forehead resting on your crossed arms as finally, you give into the temptation of just not doing anything at all.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time off.”

“Wasted?”

George looks down at you, very confused, so you continue onwards with a warble in your voice.

“You could be doing a lot of things right now. And instead, you opted to wait for me, and instead of that, I’m a hot mess who has accomplished nothing in regards of getting this work done.”

He hums, laughter mixing easily with his tone, as you finally look up from your pity party.

“Did it ever cross your mind that I wanted to wait for you, or that I wanted to come in here when I heard you?”

“No, it didn’t.”

You breathlessly laugh.

“Though, in any persons defense, they’d probably think the same.”

George mulls the response over, before grabbing your hand and gently pulling you away from the desk.

“Just a short break. Then, I’ll come back and help you.”

“You don’t have to—“

“I want to.”

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #turn: washington's spies #turn washingtons spies #george washington x reader #george washington imagine #turn george washington #george washington

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zer0wzs · 2 days

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hihihi!!! i love ur work sm!! would u possibly write something about ryro :-) something fluffy like cuddling or something ^_^ thanks!!

INDULGE ME

[ gn!reader ] if an evening with him is what you want, it certainly is what you'll get wc :: 647 ryro x reader

AN :: hii!!!! this is my first ever req here omg!! i hope this ok thank u so much ure so kind ^_^ 🫶 um if there are any typos ill correct em later HAHA im sleepy T-T

Needless to say, you missed him.

Crap, if you had to be honest, you’re almost certain that you spent a significant part of your day just wanting to be with him.

Who could blame you, though?

You’re sure that anyone who has ever had the privilege of knowing, loving him could never be the same ever again. You’re sure you aren’t. He’s changed you—you reckon for the better.

Your whole day was a miserable waiting game. From the moment you set foot outside your bedroom (Ryan was still out like a child.) to the final moments of your trip back home, all you could do was just wish for time to take itself more seriously and pass by faster.

Like a bored high schooler in their math class, you’d been watching, waiting for the seconds to count down.

Needless to say, you were impatient.

Finally, you reached the footsteps of the door. You find yourself haphazardly going through your bag for your keys and making multiple attempts at jamming it in the door. Patience. Patience is something you lacked, clearly.

“Oh, hey, babe. How was your da-”

When you got the key in and opened the door, without thought—almost like instinct, or perhaps just an overwhelming need, your body kicked your shoes at the entrance, locked the door, and dashed to Ryan, who was sprawled out lazily on the couch. Heedless, you stay put, resting on top of him.

“Oof.” He buzzed with his small chuckle that filled rooms up. He immediately pulled you further into his arms, then carded his fingers through the strands of your hair.

“Are you okay?” You feel a sense of worry laced in his words.

You hummed. That was enough for him to know that you were alright. Clearing it up, you mumbled into his shirt a soft, “I just missed you.”

Not missing a beat, he replies, “I missed you too.”

For a few moments, both of your eyes are glued to the TV.

You find this whole moment you’re sharing at least a little funny because, parallel to the two of you, Ryan was watching Goodfellas. In fact, what was playing as you two were cuddled up was the spider scene.

More than distracted, though, you looked around the living room and saw Elwood and Dottie snuggled up against each other in a similar fashion to you two.

While out of concern, you already knew the answer to your question and yet asked, “Has Dottie eaten yet?”

“Mhm.” He answered, nodding.

Maybe you just wanted some attention. No, you knew you did. “What about Elwood?”

“Yes, dear.” He laughed, bringing a hand up your cheek and squeezing it. Seems like he knows it very well himself, too. “Have you eaten anything yet?”

“Mmmmmmm.” You buzzed, smiling at him—be it a mix of both giddiness and guiltiness.

“Ahh,” he clicked his tongue. “I haven’t either. Come on, I’ll make us something.”

As you felt him bring the both of you up, you made a quick effort to stay put on the sofa. “No.” you pouted.

“Hmm?” He replied, turning his head to the side in slight confusion.

“I wanna stay like this first.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as tight as you could as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

It’s not that it felt like he’d disappear if you let him go. Like, he would—only to make you guys some food. It’s just that you’re just really fucking clingy, and you wanted his touch and full attention all to yourself right now.

But what’s the harm in that when he assures—more like enables—you?

“Alright.” You feel his smile radiate above you, brushing his knuckles with a feather-light touch against your cheekbone.

Yeah, you both know you’re both all to each other right now. What’s the matter with a little bit of indulgence?

#ryan ross x yn #ryan ross x you #ryan ross x reader #zero's writing °｡⋆⸜ ✮

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tragedyslayer · 1 year

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Neteyam x female reader! Part 4

I didn't feel like writing verbatim the Sullys being accepted into the Metkayina tribe, because I didn't think I would have much to add to the original script, and I dont think it's any fun to reread the same dialogue over and over again so time skip it is. Also like I said in part one I don't intend on following the movie very much other than the big plot points so I apologize if that bothers yall.

Also I've been writing for the past few days non-stop and have the next few parts ready! Ill shut up and let you guys read.

Characters are 18

Word count: 4,087

Part 3

I had spent the last few days informing Jake of everything there is to know from what the humans were doing on Pandora, to numbers and artillery. I spoke to Neteyams sister Kiri, she was biologically Grace’s daughter, but the Sullys raised her as their own. She told me a lot about my brother. It made me so happy to know he made real bonds with these people, I could tell Kiri genuinely cared for him.

With every second of our free time me and Neteyam found ourselves together. He showed me their way of life, how things worked, how I could fit in. He spoke as if I would never leave, I knew that wasn’t realistic, though I didn't mind pretending.

I was helping wash clothes with Kiri and she pulled at my cotton army green shirt.

“How long have you been wearing that?”

Tuk was sitting with us, not helping much but I don't think either of us minded. The blue child giggled at Kiri’s question. I grimaced, looking down at my clothes.

“A while.”

I admitted dryly and Kiri shook her head, grabbing my hand.

“Well if you are staying, you should look the part.”

The two girls led me away, I waited outside with Tuk as Kiri entered a tent. She returned with a handful of cloth, which was apparently my new wardrobe. Kiri laughed at my unsure expression,

“I know it's not what you're used to, but it will be soon enough.”

I smiled, trying my best to not seem totally off put by their dress code. It wasn’t that I had an issue with modesty, I just never in my life exposed so much skin.

Our next stop was Kiris tent. She assured me she would wait outside as she handed me my new clothes.

The top resembled a bralette made of black leather. The band that wrapped around my ribcage was woven, it was strapless. At first I assumed it wouldn’t hold, but I should have known the hand made Na’vi clothing fits better than the 3 dollar tube top from earth I attempted to wear once.

I slipped the thin leather band over my hips that supported another black leather cloth. The monochromatic clothing did not go unappreciated, I smiled down at myself. Wearing Na’vi clothing meant more to me than I expected it to.

“I'm ready”

Kiri walked into her tent and gasped, smiling at my new appearance.

“ Na’rìng (beautiful)”

I smiled back at her, flattered at the compliment. I looked down to her hands, she was holding a gun holster, a bow and arrow holder, and a few other things I wasn't able to identify.

“I brought you replacements, in case you didn't want to use your old stuff.”

She handed me the various objects and my heart melted, she was so sweet. I could tell she genuinely wanted me to feel welcomed. Kiri moved behind my back and slipped a necklace around my neck. It was a thin choker, it resembled the one Neytiri wore. Before I could thank her she slipped an armband up my arm, it matched the necklace from what I could tell.

“Kiri thank you, truly this is all too much.”

She shook her head, brushing off the thanks.

“Its nothing, I dress up Tuk all the time, it was fun to have a differently sized model. Now sit down.”

My smile faded into confusion, but I compiled without a complaint.

Kiri sat behind me, and Tuk joined her. When making our Avatars they try not to change us from our human for too much, so my hair was almost identical to how I had it as a human. I simply opted to have it pulled back into a ponytail, the braid connected to my queue hanging much lower than my loose strands.

“Do you mind?”

Kiri asked, touching the hair band that held my ponytail together, I shook my head.

“Not at all.”

Kiri left most of my hair down, she probably assumed it would be an easier transition for me than completely braided hair, but I didn't ask. She took two braids, one starting from each side of my forehead, and connected them in the back of my head. She did the same with two more braids, taking the hair from behind my ears. The four braids came together to connect to my queue. All my hair was pulled away from my face, besides a few rogue baby hairs that Kiri made thick enough to string jewelry onto. The rest of my hair went down to my shoulder blades, the braids rested on top.

I couldn't stop smiling as Kiri did my hair, It made me feel put together. This entire process made me feel like more of a true Na’vi, even if I never would be.

“Your hair is so soft, it was so easy to work with.”

I laughed, turning to look at Kiri.

“I'm glad it didn't give you trouble”

We both stood and I hugged Kiri, thanking her again before letting go.

“Alright I know you have things to do.”

I took that as her form of dismissal, so I smiled before exiting her tent.

It seemed to be a little later than mid day, I hoped I’d get better at telling the time from the position of the sun alone. It was nice not standing out like a sore thumb, I could feel a substantial decrease in stares.

Neteyam should have been done with his chores by now, I looked around for him, finally spotting him speaking to another Na’vi boy. His back was turned to me so I stood a few feet away, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. However the boy Neteyam was talking to noticed me, nodding his head in my direction. Neteyam turned to me, his eyes widened, and he did nothing but stare for a long moment.

“I know It’s different, but you don't have to stare.”

I scolded, suddenly feeling more embarrassed than confident in my new attire.

Neteyam shook his head immediately, dismissing himself from his friend and approaching me,

“No that's not it, I just- I wasn't expecting it.”

I shrugged, looking down at myself.

“Kiri thought it was about time I changed.”

Neteyam chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“I think Kiri was right.”

I rolled my eyes, turning on my heel.

“You're going to miss my convenient cargo pants the next time someone needs to slice their arm open.”

Neteyam chuckled, walking next to me.

“Maybe you are right, but we will manage.”

Neteyam nodded his head in the direction of the cave opening.

“Let's fly.”

Neteyam told me it was dangerous to get my own Ikran right now because of the sky people, but he promised we would go soon.

If I was being honest, I didn’t ever need my own Ikran, I was perfectly happy riding with Neteyam. It was part of the reason I liked flying so much.

We mounted the Ikran and Neteyam took no time to start flying, I hoped he looked forward to our time together as much as I did. Against my better judgment I wanted to assume so.

I enjoyed our flight just as much as I did the handful of times we had gone before. To my surprise Neteyam lowered us to the ground in what seemed to be a completely random area. I turned to look at him, and he tapped my thigh in a reassuring manner before getting off the Ikran. He helped me down as he always did, even though we both knew I was fully capable of doing it myself.

“Is something wrong Neteyam?”

I questioned walking up to him. He shook his head in denial, but the expression on his face was telling me a different story.

“What is it?”

I pressed, trying to look into his eyes, but he was conveniently just avoiding my gaze.

He sighed, trying his best to choose the correct words, but he settled on just telling the truth.

“My father, he wants to leave.”

I turned my head in confusion, I couldn't even begin to understand what he meant.

“He doesn’t think it's safe for us, not now that the Corporal is back, and knows we exist.”

Now it was my turn to look away, my features pinched together in every negative emotion I could muster.

Neteyam began to raise his hand to cup the girl's face before hesitating, he sighed, not knowing how to make the appropriate decision.

He settled on grabbing my hand, gently holding it, as if I was on the verge of disappearing. As I was processing what Neteyam told me he continued.

“I think you should come with us. I spoke to my dad, and he agrees.”

I pressed my lips together, using my free hand to rub my forehead.

“That's not safe. You all are a big enough target as it is, you can’t add me to the wanted list.”

Neteyam shook his head, squeezing my hand.

“Like you said, we are already the target. Besides I’m the one who convinced you to leave, I can't abandon you now.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing I could just be happy for a little while without having my life uprooted. I raised my head, looking Neteyam in the eyes.

“Spider, I need to find him.”

Neteyam tucked my loose hair behind my ear, if I wasn't so upset the gesture would have me smiling for a week.

“Your best chance at getting him back is coming with us. Sully's stick together, Spider will find his way home.”

His voice was so calm and steady, and he was so goddamn convincing.

“Where are you even going to go? Your dad is the chief.”

Neteyam ran a hand through his braids, trying to decide where to begin.

He explained to me that Jake planned to step down in order to keep his people safe. Not only that but there were water tribes on the other side of the planet, Jake hoped they would take in his family if we agreed to learn their ways. This all seemed like a long shot but I reluctantly agreed.

“It is all going to work out.”

Neteyam assured me, I smiled at him. I didn’t understand how he was staying so strong. He was going to leave the only home he's ever known, and my psychopathic father wanted his entire family's blood. Out of the two of us Neteyam was getting the short end of the stick. I squeezed his hand, it was my way of thanking him for being so good to me in the short time we have known each other.

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Before I knew it, me and the Sully family were walking into a marui led by Tsireya, the daughter of the leader of the Metkayina clan. Jake feigned excitement at the situation, but Neytiri did not hide her dismay as she dropped her luggage with a huff. I looked over to Tsireya who was beckoning me over, I looked back over to the Sullys before stepping a few feet away. She smiled at me, and I smiled back without hesitation. She was so kind, I could tell she had a good heart.

“You have not known them for long?”

Tsireya asked, but it seemed she already knew the answer. I shook my head,

“No, not long.”

I admitted, and she nodded in understanding. She led me only a few yards away to the Marui next door, which was also vacant.

“I think you'll be more comfortable here.”

My mouth opened as I realized what she was offering.

“No I couldn't-”

She didn't let me get another word out before profusely shaking her head.

“It is more than fine. Seven people should not have to live in an Marui anyway, let alone if they are not family.”

I sighed, offering her a thankful grin.

“I've got to get going, please let me know if you need anything.”

With that the sweet girl left. I sighed, looking around my new- home?

I scratched my head, realizing I had absolutely nothing to make the empty hut my own. Before I could stress over it for too long Neteyam walked in.

“I told you it would work out”

I laughed, turning in his direction.

“Maybe you were right, but it's all because your dad is the most convincing man in this galaxy.”

This time it was Neteyams turn to laugh.

“Either way, it worked.”

I stood by the doorway, next to Neteyam, looking out at the maze of homes. The ocean was visible on the horizon, I could hear the constant but subtle crash of the waves against each other. I took a moment to process everything that had happened.

Neteyam looked over towards Shyla. He was glad she agreed to come, though the two didn't know each other for long, it was hard to think of her leaving. He was confident in saying she was his best friend, which might make him seem like a loser, and his brother would definitely haze him for it, but Neteyam couldn't find himself caring.

He never knew someone that he wanted to be around so much, it was a completely foreign feeling, but a welcome one.

The next day was an early start. All the Sully kids and I met with Tsireya, her older brother Aonung, and his friend. I wasn't listening when he introduced himself. They decided we would start off the day by just swimming.The Metkayina clan kids went first, they all had olympic level dives, It never got old to see a Na'vi in their element. I didn't hesitate to follow, diving in the water with what I would consider to be decent form.

I swam ahead, trailing behind Tsireya. After swimming for a moment I looked back, smiling to myself. I watched as lo’ak, Neteyam and Tuk struggled to catch up. I motioned for them to hurry, but I still waited.

The three eventually swam up next to me. I grabbed Neteyams hand, urging him to come with me. I wanted to experience this with him like I had with everything else. Tuk and Lo’ak swam up to the surface immediately, Neteyam gave me an apologetic look before following his siblings. My expression probably resembled a pout as I watched Neteyam swim away. I would sigh If I wasn't submerged under water.

I swam over to the Metkayina kids, they all gave me a questioning look and I shrugged. It was weird being the only human, I have gone through extensive military training my whole life. Avatar or not I could swim for hours if I had to, and I spent a sad amount of time on my lung capacity. At my best I could hold my breath for 9 minutes, but I'm sure I've gotten rusty.

Aonung started to speak to me in sign language and I didn’t understand any of it. I replied back in ASL, looking to Tsireya but it was apparent that none of us were understanding each other.

I looked up to see Neteyam swimming down toward us, Lo’ak and Tuk close behind. Once the three made it back down Tsireya attempted to communicate with them, but they seemed even more lost than I was.

Tuk began swimming up for air and the rest of us followed to the surface.

Tuk whined, obviously having a hard time catching up with everyone else.

“Slow down! You're going too fast.”

I giggled and Tsireya turned to me.

“You can speak with your hands?”

I shrugged as best as I could while treading water.

“I was taught on earth, but it is obviously different from yours.”

Aonung shook his head, adding to the conversation

“Actually some of the signs you used made sense.”

Tsireya agreed with an eager smile.

“You will be able to learn quickly!”

Neteyam grunted under his breath, obviously frustrated.

Lo’ak seemed just as inpatient,

“This talking with your hands stuff makes no sense.”

I ignored Lo’ak and the two Metakina boys arguing over being stupid or something, looking around I furrowed my brows together.

“Where's Kiri?”

Turns out Kiri caught on quicker than any of us, and she was just enjoying the scenery. After retrieving her we all went to the beach to try and tame an Ilu of our own. I was a little bummed out that I was getting an Ilu rather than an Ikran, but it sure as hell was better than swimming everywhere.

Neteyam jabbed me in the side playfully as we walked onto the beach. I pushed his hand away, pretending to be annoyed.

“What's that for?”

I questioned him with a push to the shoulder.

Kiri and Lo’ak exchanged a knowing look, watching the pair from the corner of their eye.

“Why can you swim so well, and talk with your hands, and hold your breath as long as them?”

I laughed at how shocked he was, shaking my head.

“I'm a worrier too you know, but on earth they taught us to be prepared in any environment, not just the one we are comfortable in.”

He pursed his lips, realizing that maybe he should have swam more as a child.

Tsireya turned to face the group, wearing her usual polite smile.

“I think it would be better if we split into groups, I’ll stay her with Neteyam and Lo’ak,”

I smiled, I had a sneaking suspicion Tsireya had a crush, but seeing Lo’aks reaction to their pairing it seems the feelings mutual.

“Shyla, you’ll go with Aonung, he's the best with Ilus, he’ll make sure creating your first connection won't be too hard.”

I smiled at both Tsireya, and her brother nodding in understanding.

“Kiri and Tuk, you can learn from Rotxo, you both seem to be quick enough learners.”

So that's the other guy's name, I should probably remember that. Aonung nodded his head for me to follow him, and I complied, picking up my pase to his side.

Neteyam pressed his lips together, watching as Shyla and Aonung walked away together. Lo’ak watched his brother, laughing under his breath.

“Bro, don’t worry about it.”

The younger Sully boy assured his brother, and Neteyam scoffed.

“I am not worried, why would I be worried?”

Tsireya scrunched her nose, looking at Neteyam with unintentional pity.

“Lo’ak is right, she only sees you. I can tell.”

Neteyam’s hard expression softened, he looked to the girl, wanting to ask how she could be so sure. He opted to shut up about the topic, not wanting to be so transparent about his feelings in front of his siblings.

Kiri, rolled her eyes picking up her sister

“Barf, let's go Tuk.”

Aonung and I stood in the water, he held an untamed Ilu, keeping it steady for me.

“The Ilu will be able to feel you in every way when you make the connection, be sure to keep calm and focused.”

I took a deep breath, I must admit the Ilu’s were much less intimidating than the Ikran. Maybe it was better I was starting off small.

I swung my leg over the Ilu, Aonung kept his hand on the animal's body, keeping it steady the best he could. I took my queue, hesitating.

“It is ok”

Aonung assured me, I didn't take him for a comforting person, but I appreciated how patient he was with me. I smiled, nodding as I slowly made the bond.

I tried to keep my mind clear but it was difficult, the sensations I was feeling were like no other. It was like having another mind in the back of my head, the Ilus thoughts and emotions felt like a dream I had just woken up from.

They were so vivid yet I couldn't quite claim them as my own.

I could feel the water, I could feel it surround me, I felt the temperature, the pressure, the waves.

“Now, think of where you want to go, and how you want to do it. The Ilu will understand you. Keep a tight hold when coming in and out of the water.”

I held onto the saddle of the Ilu, letting my body rock with the waves under me.

“Got it.”

I whispered, composing myself once more before taking off. I didn't let my mind wander to anything but the water. I told my Ilu to dip down, and the two of us sank beneath the water together. I smiled to myself, going faster. It wasn't so hard, but maybe I was just amazing, that was probably it.

I picked up speed and my Ilu surfaced the water. I kept Aonungs advice in mind, keeping a tight grip on the leather straps. We sprang out into the air and I took a breath in, blinking the water out of my eyes. To my surprise I stuck the landing, not without almost falling off, but I managed to keep myself together. I laughed the hardest I had possibly ever in my life, my dopamine and serotonin levels skyrocketing. I treaded water on my Ilu as my laugh died down. I heard cheering from the shore and Aonung was hollering.

“Great job!”

I smiled and waved back at him.

I took a moment to look out onto the horizon, and over to the other side of the beach where Neteyam was. My timing was perfect to watch Neteyam fail horribly at riding his Ilu. I giggled to myself, guiding my Ilu to swim towards Neteyam.

He swam up to the surface after being bucked off of his Ilu, smacking the water in frustration. Their connection was broken as the Ilu swam away.

I glided up to the boy, and he sighed watching me.

“So you're perfect at this too?”

I smiled, reaching my hand out to him.

“I guess I'm in my element. Let me help you this time.”

Neteyam, despite being mildly pissed off, smiled back at the girl. Taking her hand, taking his usual spot behind her. Neteyam kept his hands to his sides, looking for a place to hold onto.

I looked over my shoulder.

“Neteyam, you need to hold on.”

I scolded, reaching back for his wrist, guiding it around my waist. He took the hint wrapping his other arm around my abdomen. It was windy, and we were soaking wet. Neteyams chest radiated heat into my back, his arms shielding my stomach from the cold.

I looked down, watching as the muscles in his forearms flexed. I had to tear away my eyes, looking up to the water.

Neteyam noticed Shylas shameless gaze, and the way she tensed under his touch. Tsireyas words rang in his head, giving him more confidence then he would usually ever have.

A smirk tugged at the side of Neteyams lips as he lowered his head, hovering over Shylas ear. Neteyams grip around the girl stayed strong, as if she would be pulled away by the current any moment.

My breath stopped as Neteyam held his head next to mine. His cheek pressed into my temple as he spoke.

“You can’t be so nervous.”

I could feel his breath on my ear, making them heighten out of instinct. Where the hell was this coming from?

“Your Ilu can feel it.”

I was frozen from both confusion and lust. I would never admit it, but I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool If I made any sudden moves.

I took in a sharp breath, turning my head toward Neteyam, looking up to him.

“I can feel how fast your heart’s beating.”

I whispered, thinking of the day we met, hiding away as the sky people hunted us.

“I make you just as nervous.”

Neteyam wanted to kiss her, he wanted nothing more. He wanted to show her just how fast he could make her heart beat. The only thing stopping him was being in the line of sight of multiple people, including his siblings. He liked to think he could be more romantic than that.

Neteyams smirk turned into a smile.

“Maybe you're right”

He straightened his back, his body now towering over my own.

“Let's go back Fyole, I still have learning to do.”

I wanted to scream, I had no idea what he just called me. I was fluent in Na’vi but I didn't get the chance to learn the more obscure words in their vocabulary before it was time to come to Pandora.

Nonetheless I complied.

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totally-not-an-awkward-okapi · 10 months

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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

No particular order to these because this is about self love not freaking myself out.

Under the cut because I am still very self conscious about how long my posts can be.

This one was a tribute to my favorite episode of Lights Out: Execution. It was a long car ride home with my grandparents and since it was October, Radio Classics was all spooky for the month.

The episode starts strong: a high ranking nazi officer is reading a letter on the situation in occupied France. In a small town, an unknown woman attacked a guard than ran off. In retribution, the commander of the local military has rounded up every woman fitting her description and is hanging them all until her kills the right one. The first woman comes out. She smiles. The floor falls out beneath her. The first woman comes out. She’s laughing now. Over and over the woman hangs. Her bodies pile below the stage. A storm picks up, driving all but her and commander away. Over and over he hangs her himself. She monologues to him, each time she says a county that will have it’s revenge against the axis powers the floor snaps out from under her.

And then she grows giant and reveals herself to be the Statue of Liberty!

It totally ruins the whole thing, but if you jump out right before then it’s such an effective little piece of horror, I would kill to see a short film adaptation.

I wanted to capture that in the piece, using a rougher pen (which ended up working perfectly for the lightning) and focusing entirely on the lighting. I’m still proud of the little touches too- from how strands of hair stick to her face to the title of the card not matching the number.

Next up: Jack of Hearts! This one’s very different but also relies on a very similar focus on ideas that are presented early on in a story then scraped.

When Jack made his grand reappearance in She-Hulk I was instantly smitten with this sad little guy and went back to read all his previous appearances. I was more than surprised to find that though in his modern stories his suit is a high tech alien device that keeps his powers in check and he’s an alien who’s half n’ half genes where just activated by the fluid he dumped on himself, that’s kinda the opposite of his original vibes.

I wanted to draw something to honor the original Jack, a man with a strange chemical burn wearing an antique suit of armor because it was the first thing he put on after the accident and now relies on as a mental crutch to keep his devastating powers in.

And I’m very proud of how it turned out! (especially because I was very ill when I drew it…)

I really liked how his energy signature turned out. I originally did this piece for Valentines Day, so I wanted the solar flares of his power to look sort of like roses.

I’m also very proud of his armor, which is based on this 1250 statue of Saint Maurice since it was the best match for his original look.

Next piece is actually two pieces I posted separately because I’ve just never worked myself up to finishing the full piece: Lurue!

She’s the patron of one of my stand-by dnd characters, so I’ve always been playing around with what she would look like. But at some point I had the thought “what if Lurue was based on Eohippus” and it was off to the races.

I genuinely have no clue how I motivated myself through hand drawing all the little crescent shapes of her design but it payed off. Plus it was super fun to balance the Indian/Ottoman influence of my typical Elven designs with her particular knight-in-shining-armor aesthetic.

Another two-for because these two are very similar. When I was younger my warm up for drawing was to do a simple portrait of a character then surround them with symbolically relevant plants and flowers. So of course when an X-Man gives me too many emotions I let them out with bouquets.

Not only am I technically proud of these two, I’ve always wanted to break into their symbolism because seemingly no one’s ever caught on.

Firstly, Chamber: Celandine (Joys to come), Fungus (Resilience, loneliness, solitude, disgust), Daffodils (Uncertainty, chivalry, respect or unrequited love, return my affection; new beginnings), Fireworks Protea (Courage, transformation, daring, resourcefulness, diversity), Thistle (Nobility, endurance, warning), Plum Blossoms (Beauty and longevity), and Amaranth (Immortality).

Then, Wither: Betony (Roman for protection from ghosts and spirits), Crocus (rebirth and a neverending cycle of life), Thistle (Again), Purple Hyacinth (Sorrow; Please forgive me), Purple Heather (Solitude, beauty, admiration), White Lily (Purity, commitment, rebirth; a rejuvenation of the soul), Foxglove (Insecurity), and Anemone (Forsaken, sickness, anticipation, undying love, eternal peace).

(I’m so proud of this one that it’s the cover to my Wither playlist, which is still under construction but I’m already so proud of, my playlists are one of my favorite non-art or writing pieces of art)

And finally because I feel weird not mentioning any of my writing, my two fav fics I’ve ever written are:

Shrine Bright Circus Man - Me worrying about Jester calling Molly a god given her history of believing so hard in that sort of thing that she actually made one. It’s short, it’s simple, it’s sweet.

In Pursuit of Ghosts - Probably my favorite thing from my ol’ Overwatch days. It’s a combination of my favorite crack theory about the two red heads being related and Moira’s best skin: Banshee.

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Both sound very nice! But I think the first one appeals most to me!!!

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eddie munson x gn!reader

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a/n: the fact that eddie’s age doesn’t make sense is not my fault it’s the duffers! but since dubious aging kind of goes against my own personal morality, eddie and steve are the same age/year and reader is the same age/year as nancy and robin.

crashing on the wheeler’s basement couch shouldn’t have been as relaxing as it was, but, surprisingly, it was the best sleep you’ve gotten since this vecna shit started in the first place. no threats of your favorite little moody redhead getting possessed by the upside-down’s new big-bad, and you barely had to think about the fact that your old best friend was being framed for murder. well, at least until —

“henderson! henderson – fuck – i’ve got a problem here!”

you sighed and picked up the walkie that was buzzing on the coffee table. “eddie?” you asked, yawning into the receiver.

“yeah, yeah, shit.” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “i’m gonna need some back up over here.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up abruptly.

“i’m, like, 99% sure jason carver and his goons are here to gut me like a fish.” he said, his shallow breathing echoing loudly in the mic. “i saw some headlights and when they opened the doors i heard that shitty fucking wham! song–”

“shit.” you jumped up and quickly grabbed steve’s keys from the table, practically bulldozing yourself out the wheeler’s house.

“well, i dont know if they’re gonna gut me. maybe they’ll snap all my bones in half like a glowstick, or something.”

“eddie, calm down.” you said. “i’ll be there in 10, so just shut the hell up and stay low, okay?”

you took the silence as an affirmation and started the car.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise, eddie munson did not stay low.

and that’s precisely what ended up getting the two of you stranded at (the make-out rock). you both sat underneath the sledge of rock, soggy and breathless, from your swim in the lake. your ill-fitting t-shirt you stole from mike’s closet stuck to your chest like a hungry leech, and gave absolutely no insolation to the cool night air on your drenched skin. just as you were about to complain about the goosebumps travelling up your arms, you looked over at eddie, whose leather jacket and jean vest combo made the wetness look that much more uncomfortable.

“you should take your jackets off.” you told him. “those can’t be comfortable.”

he noticed your shivering and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to you. “if you wanted my jacket you could’ve just asked.”

“i didn’t just want the jacket,” you said, throwing it onto your back. “although this feels better.”

he let out a quiet laugh and started fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“where did you get them?”

“huh?”

“the rings,” you pointed at them. “where’d you get them?”

“oh,” he said. “uh, mostly flea markets and shit.” he took off the silver pig’s head and showed it to you. “wayne got me this one for my 18th. he found it at a pawn shop i think.”

“they look cool.” you said. “adds to the whole, badass metal thing you’ve got going on.”

“thanks.” he snorted. “i decided to really throw myself into the look after i grew my hair out.”

“yeah,” you said. “i’m glad you did. you always wanted to look like ozzy osborne.”

he laughed. “it’s hard to look like ozzy with a buzzcut.”

“i’m sure you could’ve made it work.” you said. “hey, do you remember the time in 7th grade when we stole your dad’s weed and smoked it out of an apple?”

“oh, of course. we got so stoned we could barely move.” he said. “do you remember the time you dressed up like a fairy for my birthday party?”

“it was dungeons and dragons themed!”

“you wore glittery wings from the halloween store.”

“well, it’s not like you would help me pick out the costume!”

“that would’ve ruined the surprise,” he said.

“yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes. “you know, i’ve still got the crown you made me for it.”

his eyes widened. “seriously?” he asked. “how the hell is that still intact?”

“whenever it breaks i tape it back together,” you said.

“oh,” he said.

“is that surprising?” you laughed.

“a little.” he admitted. “kind of assumed you’d throw it away or something.”

“of course not.” you said. “that’s still, like, the sweetest thing someone’s ever given to me.”

“it’s made out of stotch tape and sticks i found in my backyard.” he deadpanned.

“but you made it for me,” you said. “and don’t sell yourself short, munson. you glued on this beautiful, big red jewel on it. it was like, the highlight of my 12 year-old life.”

“what’d do your friends say about it?” he asked.

“i don’t think they’ve seen it.” you said. “i keep it in a box under my bed.”

“ah,” he pursed his lips, “yeah, that’s about right.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means that it would’ve been weird for you, the monarch of hawkins high, to have satanic memorabilia on display.” he wiggled his fingers at the reference of his favorite board game.

“c’mon, eddie.” you said. “you know i’m not like that.”

“how am i supposed to know?” he asked. “we were friends in middle school before you got all hot and cool and then we… weren’t.”

“well, it’s not like you made an effort to talk to me.” you defended.

he laughed. “yeah, ‘cause me walking over to the popular table with kids like jason carver – who is literally trying to kill me right now, might i add – would’ve turned out peachy keen.”

“you’re… probably right.” you sighed, putting your face in your hands. “fuck, i’m sorry eddie. i should’ve done something–”

“woah, slow down.” he said, pulling your hands away. “i don’t blame you, like at all. i didn’t expect you to stand up for me just because we were friends when we were 12.”

“doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucked up of me not to.” you said. “i just… wanted to be liked so bad, i just kinda… forgot who i was. like, one day i woke up and became totally unrecognizable.” you laughed. “and then this whole upside-down shit happened, and i thought if i started filling up all my time with football games and parties then no one would be able to tell that i was so… not normal.”

“high school’s the fuckin’ worst. being popular and shit seems like it’s life or death but nothing matters once we’re out of it.” he said, pulling his long hair between his fingers. “but, if it’s worth anything, i’ve always liked you.”

you snorted. “seriously?”

“yeah.” he nodded. “always.”

“i kind of thought you hated me,” you admitted.

“i kind of thought the same thing.”

“never.” you shook your head. “even when you’re standing on the lunch tables i always think you’re cool. way cooler than me, or jason, or harrington.”

his cheeks flushed at your words, he hid it with a tamed smirk. “wow,” he said. “the town freak being cooler than the basketball and swim team captain? you better hold off before my ego gets even bigger.”

“you’ve got more guts than carver for sure. standing up for what you believe in even when you know people are gonna shit on you? that’s cooler than throwing balls into laundry baskets.”

he laughed. “glad you appreciated that one, i was sitting on it for a while.”

you smiled, looking over at his big brown eyes for the first time that night. despite the fact that his hair was still drenched, and his once white baseball tee was now a dingy brown color, he still wore this charm that made him look permanently alluring. you don’t know if it was the shit you’ve just gone through, the heavy conversation, or the old crush you used to have on him resurfacing for the first time in 6 years, but you couldn’t help but melt in his sweet gaze.

“you think – ya’ know, once this vecna shit’s all over – i could, maybe, come over sometime?”

“you asking me to hang out?”

“yeah, i,” you faltered. “i kinda miss hanging out and smoking with you.”

he grinned, teeth and everything. “i’d love that.”

“that means you can’t die on me, alright?” you said. “no more dumb decisions.”

“i think i can manage that.”

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