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pieroulette · 11 months

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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cursedzucchini · 1 year

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You know what? Fuck it

DC x DP prompt #3

I think at least lmao.

Anyway! Jason starts making videos on YouTube for one reason or another (is really stressed, no one listens to his rants Abt books who cares). His content is mostly bad books he read or really really really long rants Abt pride and prejudice. Like 3 hours on one tiny detail he noticed on his 214th read through.

He's kinda popular, mostly bc his terrible books videos. He talks Abt the ones that made him the most mad, which coincidentally are mostly romance and supernatural. Like he's one of the well known figures in the supernatural romance critique group (whcih is pretty small, but well). (Also he doesn't show his face on camera, bc secret identity and stuff, it's just his voice over a video of something mundane, like the sky or a room in which is a fly or something)

And now this can go two ways, that i can think of (w dead on main in mind at least)

1) one day Jason finds a book which is supernatural romance and is actually good. It has a kidna cliche system for the supernatural stuff, but with a refreshing twist. The characters have depts and flaws, yet are still very likable. The plot is actually interesting and overall the story's theme is death, not belonging anywhere and overall stuff that is very close to Jason's heart. The story doesn't shy away from violence and it is suprisingly accurate.

(I'm.gonna reblog this w pretty long idea of what this book could be Abt, bc i don't wanna annoy ppl lol)

Anyway Jason kinda falls in love w it, and it becomes famous for being the first novel Jason rated positively or something.

Meanwhile Danny, who was told by jazz writing is good way to get his feeling out, and just wanted to make a quick buck, is really fucking confused how tf did his book become so popular and who tf is this nerd who rates books for a living.

(basically big fan Jason and suspicious/awkward Danny lmao)

2) there is a famous series on Jason profile. It's the worst fucking series he ever read and it's just fucking awful. All the characters are fucking terrible, always going on and on about one thing, the romance sucks in a way that isnt even funny. Jason would love to believe some wrote this as a joke, if it wasn't for the absolute cringefest this was, and it wasn't a whole ass series!! Like who writes 12 books for a joke?

Danny ducking Fenton that's who. Dude was so ducking annoyed at his rogues, he threatened them w writing a terrible romance novels abt them. The ghosts, knowing his terrible grade in literature backed off for a moment, before someone crossed the line. And write Danny did. It was the worst thing he had ever written, the love interest was perfect caricature yet still faithfully go the original. And Danny, because fuck them he lost sommuch sleep over that one prank, decided to publish it. (The book was pretty thin so it didn't take that much time writing it). Unfortunately it became immensely popular in the infinite realm. So the ghosts started crossing lines on purpose. Before Danny figured it out, he had already published his fifth book and was writing another three. After some bargaining, getting a book written Abt them as a piece of shit love interest became a reward.

And while yeah, he had to say his writing was terrible and the books sucked, some small part of him was kinda proud y'know? Like a mother of her twelve ugly as fuck toddlers.

So when he saw some nerd on the internet not only shit talk his book, but also get money of it?

Danny decided to haunt him (just like his books did him, now that everyone knew Abt them thanks to this guy)

(enemies (sorta it's not that serious tho) to lovers ala terrible writer Danny who hates his books and kinda famous YouTuber hasn't who also hates Danny's books)

Fuck this is way too long wtf. Anyway imma reblog this w 1) book idea. Might add whatever i think the twelve books could be Abt. Pls if u want to add anything to this pls do!!

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sanspuppet · 6 months

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

PAIRING: Yunho x fem!reader

RATING: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: colleagues to lovers, unprotected sex (do not), kinda rough sex, overstimulation, choking, mention of toys, creampie, pet names (doll, princess)

A/O: i want to thank @yuyusbunny for proofreading this fanfiction (i hope the next ones too) and helping me improving myself, lov u Laz 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

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You were now walking down the street, your eyes clinging to your phone, searching for the nearest way to reach the bar that hired you the day before. You were messing with your left hand nervously, as you were trying to imagine your first day of work.

"It's very famous to be a bar, what if im not meant for it? Nah... they say the owner is very kind... i hope so."

Your best friend Jongho found this job for you, knowing that you were searching desperately for one, he was also a noticed costumer there, so when he mentioned you, it was almost like you were instantly accepted. Honestly you weren't into locals, that one was very well known in town, but you've never went there. A few minutes later, you were facing the entrance of the bar, the led writing with the name of it, as an attractor of attention. Flower, tiny trees and bonsais were decorating the outside, even if the local was recently open that morning, most of the tables were occupied by the people, drinking their coffees and eating something for breakfast.

"There it is..." you entered, hesitant, looking for your boss.

"Uhm... hello? Is there... a Jeong Yunho? Im y/n, the new employee." you asked at the bartender. He looked at you from head to toes, his smile making him look easily approachable.

"Oh, y/n! We finally meet, Jongho told me of you a few times. Wait a second, imma look for Yunho."

You leaned on your elbow on the counter, and tapped your fingers on the wood, while looking at the inside of the local. Soon after, you saw the figure of a tall man, heading towards you.

"Good morning."

you turned your head, looking at him. His low voice almost scared you for a second, despite his puppy eyes studying you. Meanwhile, you were already struggling to keep yourself composed:

"Shit, i didn't expect him to be this hot."

His black shirt, slightly unbottoned, was revealing his collarbones, and what it seemed the shadow of a tattoo.

"And he is supposed to be a barista??"

His cheekbones popped out when he smiled at you, revealing his sweet attitude.

"Im Yunho! Your boss, but i hope we'll get closer in the future, i'd like to be friends with my employees, if it doesn't bother you." You shaked your head, smiling back:

"Absolutely not! my name's y/n."

"My pleasure, come here, i'll teach you the work."

The day went great, the tasks were pretty easy, and you loved the chill mood created in that local, lounge bar music relaxing you and the costumers as they were waiting for you to serve their order. The only problem was that, everytime your boss was in your vicinity, checking you or just asking you to do something, your mind always blocked at his sight. No need to say because of his hotness, out of tune with his sweet personality, you'd say he's the perfect man.

"Y/n, can you come here?" you nodded and headed towards him, behind the counter.

"Yeah?"

"I need to teach you how to make coffee. You can't just be a waitress, right?" Yunho chuckled.

"Uhm... yeah, i think."

"Don't worry, it's pretty easy. We use instant coffee."

He turned, giving you his back, and took a few sticks containing the coffee mixture. Once he turned to look at you, he handed you one, smiling. Until that moment you didn't realize his hands, god his hands... slender, bony and veiny, his nails well taken care of. You shuddered when they made contact with yours, shivers running down your spine, fighting not to let yourself be carried away by your own thoughts, dirty thoughts.

"You have to pour the mixture in the cup." he gave you one, so you could copy his movements. You were quite slow in all you were doing, mind only focused on his long fingers, doing their job. You seemed... lost, or simply confused.

"y/n? you alright?" he asked, trying to figure out why you were so worked up from that easy tutorial. He then held the cup in front of your face, two fingers wrapped around the base of it. "You have to pour the boiled water slightly above two fingers, understand?"

"Wha- Oh, yes, yeah." you shook your head, trying to kick those pretty hands away from your mind.

"Then you keep stirring it until it looks good, easy right?"

"Yeah..."

Yunho grimaced, tilting his head to one side. He moved his hands on your shoulders, his fingers gripping at you. He then dragged them down your arms, slowly.

"You're so hot y/n." he whispered, his warm breath reaching your sensitive skin.

"W-what?" you felt your heartbeat accelerating from just that simple, innocent sentence. You looked at him, already panicking. He moved his right hand on your forehead, your mind was going to go on stend-by, from the feeling of him softly caressing it. You were surely developing the fattest crush you'd ever had, on him, your boss.

"You sure you're feeling good? i think you probably have a fever, your skin seems burning."

"Why does he have to be so handsome and adorable at the same time??" you said to yourself, unable to focus on his words, given his aphrodisiac beauty.

"Look at your cheeks, they're of a burning red." he caressed them, his thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

"It's because of you, dumbass." You moved your sight on his puppy eyes, probably unsuspecting the effects that his touch were giving to you.

"No, im okey." you murmured finally. Yunho moved his hands off of your body, and started to put away all of the stuff positioned on the counter.

"Uhm, anyways... the local is going to close soon, you can go for now if you want to."

You nodded, and made your way towards the door, almost forgetting it was made of glass... Well, not almost, because you bumped into it, making Yunho laugh.

The next days, and weeks, went similar: you simply did your new job. Went to work at late morning and got home at 7 p.m. You got used to that routine, you were well paid and had good company, perhaps the presence of your boss was what definitively convinced you to stay... hell ya, you were pretty sure he was the principal cause. Everyday he somehow found the way to touch you, making your insides fall apart in every single case: he'd move you away by grabbing your waist when he has to pass nearby, hold your hand when he'd accompany you to the back of the bar, or when you'd have your new nails done to get a closer sight, he also complimented your look every morning. In short: or he was the gentleman in person, or he was just clingy, or he also was infatuated by your simple existence. (No need to say that the last one was the one you hoped for so bad). At the end, you really became friends, after days of you joking and laughing together during work.

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"y/n, i was wondering something." he broke the silence between you two, when he turned his head to face you, behind the counter where you were waiting for new costumers to come. You were quite nervous everytime you were alone with him: your foot kept beating on the floor.

"Uh-huh?" you murmured, focusing on the people sitting in front of you, both for not thinking of Yunho too much, and to make sure they were satisfied with your service.

"Today is Monday, right? So tomorrow we're open by the afternoon" his gaze glued to your pretty side profile.

"Yeah, i know" the feeling of his eyes sticking at you made your legs dizzy. "What's his purpose?" you thought.

"Wanna hang out later?"

"Oh no, he didn't-" you weren't mentally prepared to spend an entire evening with him, another touch from him and you were sure you'd fall on your knees for him, dick straight choking your throat. "Holy shit... and now?"

"Sure..." you couldn't deny, right? the worst thing that could have happened was that nothing would happen. In facts, you surely wanted him to just grab your hips and fuck you already. What? he couldn't just wear those skinny jeans and "accidentally" press his bulge against your ass, without expecting you to get horny. he was a freaking bastard in those moments, or he was dumb, or he liked the way you blushed and had your heart freaking out everytime he touched you, what a sadistic bastard. Yeah... you were definitely losing your mind, you craved for that man like a drugged craves for his drugs.

"Perfect! Give me your address, imma pick you up later, what about 8 p.m?" he took his phone, ready to take notes.

"shit, he's gonna enter my house"

"Uhm yeah, wait a second..."

A few hours later you were struggling to choose what to wear, still half naked from the shower you just took, hands grabbing dozens of dresses to look at them, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"if he told me at least where we're going..."

"should i wear just something cool?" "and if we go to a multi-star restaurant? i should be elegant..." "and if he takes me to his place?"

you suddenly heard the doorbell ringing, Yunho's voice speaking through the entryphone: "y/n? are you there?"

"duh... really??" you picked the first dress that caught your attention, wearing it while heading towards the principal door, you fixed your hair before opening it.

"Oh, here you are." he smiled at your presence.

"I need to do my make-up, it'll take a few minutes, come inside." you moved to one side, making him able to enter the house. He followed you till your bedroom, taking a look of the furniture, instead you entered the bathroom minding your own business. While you were putting on your mascara, you were staring at the reflection of Yunho through your mirror, and finally noticed how simply gorgeous Yunho looked: the smoking suit he was wearing fitted perfectly his slender body, the dark blue waist coat adhering to his chest. You lost yourself again inside your thoughts, your hands automatically moving and the figure of Yunho was only present in your mind. Once you got back to reality and exited your bathroom, you saw him sat on your bed, holding what seemed to be the buzzing toy you used to use during your desperate nights, and coincidentally, the night before was one of them. He was looking at it intensely, turning it around to see every detail. When he saw the small button he couldn't help but click it, making the vibrator starting to do what it was supposed to.

"Oh" a small whimper left his mouth as the toy he was holding started vibrating.

"No. nonono, fuck-" you ran towards him, intent on taking back what was yours.

"Give me that, Yunho." you took the vibration from his hands, holding it like it was your most intimate treasure.

"Uhm im sorry, i sat down and felt it under the blanket, didn't mean it." his innocent gaze turned quickly into a smirk, he leaned back on his elbows facing you while his body rested on the soft mattress of your bed, his legs open. "Didn't expect you to use that kind of stuff."

"I don't..." you tried to say, despite you perfectly knew that you sucked at lying.

"It's still wet." he chuckled, seeing your eyes widening, full of embarrassment, no wonder why your cheeks were of an intense red, and it surely wasn't because of your make-up. "Uhm-" you murmured, trying to think of a good lie this time.

"Don't lie to me, princess. You're a woman, it's normal to need some pleasure, right? Only thinking that looking at you, you'd easily get something way better than a vibrator."

You raised one eyebrow, asking again to yourself what were his wills: "What do you mean, huh?"

"Don't know, want me to prove it?" his smirk getting wider as he noticed you on the verge of your denial resistance.

"For now? No thanks im good with it."

"seriously? i had the chance to take him and i just wasted it? God, im so stupid." you wanted to slap your face right there, refusing yourself to believe what you just refused.

"Well, if you say so. Come on now, the restaurant is waiting for us."

He brought you to a famous italian restaurant, thank goodness that you were wearing an elegant dress, which as always Yunho complimented:

"You look so beautiful in that dress, the color matches your eyes perfectly." he said, when you both finished your dinner. The situation was quite embarrassing: you were constantly making eye contact, but not a single word leaving your mouth, expect a small murmur:

"Thank you, you're also very handsome..."

You didn't know if what happened at your house was only a joke, or his attempt to approach you, whatever it was, his previous proposal was now torturing your mind. After thinking of it a little too much you finally chose to just ignore it, and tried to enjoy some good time with Yunho.

"Oh God... he's drunk" you looked at his red face, chuckling while taking other sips of wine, his sight seemed fogged as he was trying hard to focus on your face when you talked:

"Yunho, you should stop drinking."

He laughed out loud, almost losing his balance, sat on his chair: "i can't! im so happy!"

"Why?" you asked, confused.

"Because i finally asked you to hang out with me!" he smiled, before standing up, already on the verge of falling, you stood up and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, yours on his shoulder, helping him to walk straight. Your legs were shaking too, not because of the alcohol, but for the feeling of Yunho's finger gripping at your body, which drove you crazy. A smirk was continuously placed on his face, his head resting on the top of yours, as you were accompanying him to his car. You asked for its keys and sat in the driver's seat. You didn't know his address and because he was drunk he couldn't remember it, so you drove to your house. You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth and getting ready to go to sleep, once you got out, you found him already sleeping on you bed. You headed towards him, and knelt down to look at his tired face.

"He looks so cute... wait- and now? where do i sleep??"

You looked around, despite you hadn't another bed at your place, and there was no way you'd sleep on the floor, excluding your mini couch. You had no choice but to lay on your bed, staring at Yunho till collapsing from your tiredness.

The morning after, you woke up at the sunrise, when you turned your head to look for Yunho, you're heart almost stopped at the sight of his face a few inches from yours. His soft cheeks resting on the pillow made him look adorable. That moment felt perfect, until you moved your gaze down his body, and noticed his crotch pressing against the fabric of his pants, as if it wanted to escape from them, you widened your eyes, amazed:

"Jeez- he's pretty big..." you murmured, and suddenly frozen hearing Yunho yawning, having just woke up.

"what did you say, y/n? Wait... why am i laying on your bed?! W-what happened yesterday??" he immediately stood up, panick rushing inside his body.

"Nothing, you were drunk so i took you to my place."

He looked down at the feeling of his pants tightening, and gasped, knowing that you probably noticed it too, he moved his gaze at you nervously, then chuckled shyly:

"Uhm well... i should go now and take care of... the bar" he squeezed his eyes and sighed: "Yeah, the bar..."

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The next weeks went as usual, just working and drooling secretly for your boss, handsome and kind as always. You were now sure that you loved him, what you kept asking to yourself was if he felt the same for you. And how could you prove that? Teasing him. Usually he was the one that "involuntarily" teased you in many ways. So you finally decided to test the waters, pretending to act normal as you were voluntarily driving him crazy. You actually acted like an annoying slut in his presence, rubbing yourself against him in every occasion, walking sensually, sure that his gaze was glued to your ass, sometimes you even vaguely flirted with cute costumers just to get him jealous. After only a week, you could tell that he was extremely on the verge of losing his patience.

It was late October, outside was raining hard and the bar was completely empty of people, just you and Yunho. He was looking intensely at you, while you were decorating a cupcake for fun, sometimes licking the cream off of your fingers joyfully. He sighed, arm crossed:

"Why you keep acting like this, huh?" he headed towards you, till he was just a few inches far from you.

"Like what?" you smirked at him.

"Like a slut, are you joking or just needy for cock? Tell me."

"Maybe both, don't know. Maybe i just need to get what im craving, don't you think?" Where did you even find that confidence all of a sudden? Was your whore side finally taking the control?

He got closer to you, the feeling of his heavy breath on your lips: "Uh-huh? And what do you crave so bad?"

you giggled, your heartbeat starting to accelerate: "Guess."

He sighed again, but this time a small smirk taking his way on his lips: "Come on doll, just stop joking around, i perfectly know you want me." he got closer, whispering at your right ear: "Just wondering why you didn't fuck me that night." You bit your lower lip, how many times you asked yourself the same question? "i don't even know, maybe you can ask me again to."

Yunho laughed, nodding. He took you in his arms, and make you sit on the counter, his hands on your sides to make you stay still. You could hear his heart pulsing quickly, yours was about to flutter, and the both of you inhaling deeply the air. He whispered again, his voice lower than ever:

"Wanna fuck, my beautiful?"

You chuckled: "who told you that im yours"

"Gonna mark you right now."

You whispered back: "Go on, then." Before he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. Your tongues found their ways inside your mouths, his hands moving on every inch of your body, you could feel your skin burning under his touch. Thrill rushing in your blood as he sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your sensitive skin, he was about to hike your t-shirt up when you stopped him:

"Yunho... the bar is open."

He rolled his eyes back and sighed: "Okey then, i'll bring you to my house, now." He took your hands, helping you to get down of the counter. He turned off the lights and the power of the place, you ran to his car while he was closing the bar. When you arrived, Yunho was already taking you in his arms, heading towards his bedroom. You giggled when he pinned you against the wall, him holding your wrist while you were stuck in a long, wet kiss. Small whimpers leaving your mouth, happy because you finally were trapped in his arms, horny because you were imagining what was coming next:

"Come on boss, teach me how to behave."

He groaned, looking intensely at your smirking face: "Oh fuck, i love when you call me that way" he sucked your earlobe, then murmured: "it gets me so hard, you can't even imagine." He gripped your waist, and throwed you onto the bed, leaving small kisses down your body, while he was dragging your clothes off of you, until you were completely naked. Shivers were running down your spine at the sudden cold feeling. He stood up, taking a complete look of your breathtaking body, his boner exposing his needs.

"God, you're soaking wet, all because of me." he chuckled, his chest expanding continuously as he was breathing heavily, while unbuttoning his shirt. Once he had only his boxers on, you were desperately begging him to go ahead: "please please please take them off..."

Yunho opened your legs, making room for himself. He pressed his bulge on your bare cunt, forcing you to whine annoyingly.

"You like when i tease you, don't you?"

"God im begging you please i need you inside me"

"Oh i see, should i give you what you want since you're acting so good for me?" he dragged down his underwear, his cock popping out, standing proudly: "Hmm?"

You kept nodding: "Yesyesyesyes-"

One hand held your thigh firmly as the other stroked his length a few times, preparing at the incoming pleasure he was about to feel. You arched your back when he finally pushed himself inside you, unbelievably hitting your g-spot with the first thrust:

"Fuck! Shit Yunho- s-so perfect..."

His hands were caressing your belly softly, unlike the way he was pumping in you roughly. He was too excited to finally have you, he couldn't contain himself and be gentle. No, he wanted to ruin your pretty hole so you would stop to seduce him and getting him hard during work.

"Now that you're so whiny, do you still wanna tease me?" he stopped, knowing that it would drive you crazy. He felt your walls clenching intensely, signaling him that you were "so close so close- please keep it in!"

"You're already reaching your orgasm, doll?" his cockhead rubbing against your clit, enough for you to roll your eyes back and suddenly creaming your folds. You moaned loudly, you're voice broken after only a few minutes. He leaned on you, his hands caressing your collarbones, feeling your chest widening under his palm.

"Too bad, because i haven't yet."

Yunho wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing it enough for you to breathe but not to groan. You looked at him with desperate eyes, feeling your soul almost leaving your body because of the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'll be forced to give you some days off, you're not going to walk for a week"

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, helping yourself to stay still while he was pressing you against the mattress. Every single thrust felt like heaven, there was no way he could be a virgin, he knew every spot where you needed to be touched. Yunho was also pretty loud during sex, your pussy fitted him perfectly, so much that he became addicted to it within the first minute. A mix of low and high moans were leaving his mouth constantly, he threw his head back once he felt his climax getting closer.

"Fuck you're so perfect for me, can't wait you to be mine."

Yunho took his hand off of your neck, and held your legs while he was pumping in you lastly. He bit his tongue forcefully, you were surely the best fuck he'd ever had. He didn't want to stop, despite the pleasure becoming too intense to be handled. Tears were falling across your face, feeling your pussy getting worshipped by his dick, too fucked out to even answer him:

"Want me to fill you with my seed, princess?"

You nodded slightly, biting your lower lip and rubbing away your ruined mascara from your eyes.

He pulled out and in, one time, rougher than ever.

"I want you to use your words when i speak."

You whined in reply: "Shit- yes boss, im begging you."

A few more thrust and he felt his orgasm hitting his body, releasing a big load, ropes of hot cum taking their way inside you, mixed with your own arousal. You both groaned at the addictive feeling. His cock was swirling once he finally slid out of you. Yunho headed towards the bathroom and brought you a towel, he caressed you inner thighs while cleaning you from the mess he made. He kissed your body repeatedly, getting closer to your face. He stopped at the sight of your surprised expression:

"Aftercare?" you asked.

"What? I might be a rough dom but im still a gentleman."

Yunho joined you on the bed, and wrapped his arms around your body in a warm hug. He moved your hair from your face leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

"Gotta make sure you'll never leave me."

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Earth realm boys dating a popstar???? 👀👀👀👀

“Send me ideas guys” *proceeds to hit brain block* I didn’t know if you wanted the Lin Kuei Bros or Syzoth involved but imma add this little rule/guideline(?) so I don’t throw myself down the stairs. So the Earthrealm Boys will be Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang. Lin Kuei Bros are Bi-Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas. You can also ask for specific characters but IMMA LET YALL KNOW RIGHT NOW y’all have a limit of FIVE people per post or I’m sleeping in traffic.

Johnny Cage

If you think Johnny Cage is anything other than excited, you're wrong.

There's no way he doesn't enjoy dating a pop star.

He'd tell you how great your names sound together. Johnny Cage the movie star and you the pop star.

He's probably asked you if your songs can be in his movies.

I think he'd be extremely supportive. Sometimes a little overbearing. Some people might enjoy him wanting to come to every show, while some people may say “dude, calm down”.

Your ringtone on his phone is one of your songs for sure

He also asks for some of your merch for free since ya know, debt 😀

If there's a dance that goes along with it, I can definitely see him learning it and showing you how good (bad) he is

Please let him be in your music videos. He's on his knees begging

He has such a huge ego, he'd probably say something like “you can't possibly turn down an A lister like me”

He's so President of your fanclub

He also posts exclusives of you on his social media

This may sound selfish but he's hoping your popularity will increase his. When we meet him, his fame is dying out so he's hoping being seen with you will remind people he exists

Don't get it misconstrued though. He adores you. He just can't help but have these thoughts

Probably makes you promise to dedicate a song to him too. Realistically he wants an album but he'll take whatever

He's so Ken coded to me and remember, Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him. You're his Barbie, regardless of gender

Kenshi Takahashi

Considering the fact that he's on the run from the Yakuza, uhhhh he's not the happiest

Is he proud? Yeah. But dating him puts a huge target on your back. Kenshi can hide. You, as a popstar, can't do that. You're always in the spotlight. And since the Yakuza got connections, they'd find out somehow.

He'd encourage you to take a break until things cool over. Only problem is he doesn't know when that'd be, and the music industry is competitive. You don't have time to be on a break. People could forget about you.

Under any other circumstance, he'd be happy for you. Not many people can make it in the music industry. There are tons of people who have big plans but settle for less.

In any other circumstance he'd listen to your songs, spread the word about your concerts, buy your merch cause he's not in debt, even attend a few concerts.

Now though, he's uptight and worried. Every concert you have he's worried will be your last. Any fan meet you have he's worried will end in death.

I honestly think he'd try to actively avoid anything that has to do with your career. It's a constant reminder that you're doing the exact opposite of what he's asking you to and you're putting yourself in danger. This could possibly cause a lot of arguments since he could come off as controlling when in reality he's worried and trying to be cautious

He's trying to avoid anything to do with your career but every playlist he has has your songs sprinkled throughout them

Overall he's proud of you but life has him pretty uptight. He'll be his normal self once he restores his clan.

Kung Lao

This cocky little shit is so hype his partner is famous

I can see him talking about your music with others like “my partner? They make music. You probably know them. I don't know yours though cause they're unknown. How are y'all paying the bills?”

You tell him not to do that but he continues anyway. Everyone had to know how awesome you were compared to them

Idk why I have this scene in my head of him buying your concert tickets to sell it again but make it more expensive. I legit don't know why but I couldn't ignore it.

Kung Lao has such a huge ego and your success does not help that. In fact, it makes it worse

How many people can say they're dating a popstar? Or anyone famous for that matter?

I can see him “helping” with lyrics but the shit he tries to add is dog shit so you do not add it, which he does not get.

“I have an ear for music” “An ear. Not a talent”

Starts a fanclub and forces Raiden to be involved

You'd think he's the popstar with how much pride he has when it comes to your career

Like Kenshi, he has a whole playlist dedicated to you and your songs are sprinkled throughout his other playlists

If you ask for his honest opinion on a song, he's gonna give you his honest opinion so be prepared. It's like asking a kid if a jacket makes you look fat.

He doesn't mean to be malicious. He just can't have you releasing bad shit. His approach just isn't the best but it's all with love

“What do you think about Bubblegum?” “The chorus isn't catchy at all if I'm being honest. You've definitely made better”

He'd help though by saying what he liked from other songs and it'd steer you in the right direction

Your career? No. Y'ALL career. UterUS type shit

In all seriousness, he's very happy that out of all the celebrities you could be with, you chose a non celebrity like him.

Raiden

Honestly I don't think anyone would even know you're dating. He's just too shy.

With Johnny, he's famous and has no shame so that's how people know you're together. The Yakuza is out here so that's how they know about you and Kenshi. Kung Lao is Kung Lao, idk how else to explain it. With Raiden though, I don't think he'd want your fans to know you're dating.

He's shy and also values privacy and you respect that. Your fans know you're dating someone just not who.

He probably has a second account he uses to stay up to date with fan discourse

Likes every edit of you and shows you them.

“Were you looking these up?” “I… don't know what you could possibly mean”

I don't think he's a big concert person. I don't know why. At least not a huge, no personal space type of concert. So I think he'd do other things to support like using that second account to promote your activities, reposting edits, and buying your stuff.

Knowing his luck, that second account for privacy and being sneaky would end up getting fans attention. He'd become the main update page everyone goes to. Guess he wasn't sneaky enough

Probably asks you to sing to him when it's quiet

Has bought a poster of you and forgot to take it down when you came over

“Kung Lao put that up” “Mhm, sure”

He has two hats. His normal hat and a hat that has stickers of you on it. Kung Lao or Johnny probably did it to tease him but he kept it anyway

Dedicate a song to him and watch how flustered he gets. He'd be so honored

If you had an MV and there was a love interest in it, he wouldn't wanna be jealous but it'd happen.

Everytime he sees you perform or hears you, he falls deeper in love. Like Kung Lao, he's very happy you picked him to be your love and muse

Liu Kang

He probably saw this coming based on your life in the past timeline

Knowing how the past timelines were though, your life was probably chaotic and your music career was probably disturbed by the constant threats

Seeing you just having fun and making music in this timeline would make him extremely happy and proud of himself for creating such a peaceful timeline (at first)

Liu Kang has glowing eyes so there's a chance concerts aren't happening, but I think he'd still stream your music like everyone else

Would probably try to keep you far away from any disturbances. When he takes his champions to Outworld, he makes up a lie. He doesn't want what you're passionate about disturbed at all

Supportive in the sense that he's always going to say “yes” to whatever ideas you have. A breakup song? Great idea. A fun party song? Awesome. A fan meet? Sounds fun.

He genuinely just wants you happy this time and music makes you happy.

You could talk him into using his fire as some background effect as long as others won't see

He talks you into doing smaller performances at Madam Bo's. You're spying on Raiden and Kung Lao without even knowing

Whenever you find out about the shit storm going on, he does not want you involved and will say so. He wants you to focus on your passion and let him take care of it. Whether you do or not is up to you

After all that though you'd probably end up making music for Johnny's movie about shit that happened. He doesn't disapprove but thinks you can do better than make a soundtrack for Johnny 'Big Mouth’ Cage

Secret fanboy. Forced to act all serious all the time but he's mumbling your lyrics under his breath, even if it's super cutesy.

He's just so happy for you. I know I keep repeating it but you probably DIED in the past timeline or some shit so seeing you happy and just living? It shows his efforts for peace paid off.

I usually say smth after but idk what to say. I wanna start art commissions so bad but half bodies are kicking my ass. I’m finna start tweaking fr

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Oh my god can we please get musician!eren and y/n doing that couples quiz thing that I think GQ(???) does🥹

yesss! I’ve been dying to write this 🥹😭 I actually went and watched the Teyana/Iman one and it was exactly what I’d imagine theirs to be like!

there were only a few media outlets that EJ trusted to let interview him. He was very selective and picky in who he’d allow to shove a camera and microphone in his face because they tended to be huge liars..fabricating details when he chose to omit them. However, when he was approached by GQ and asked to partake in the Couples Quiz with his sweetheart (y/n) (l/n)..on Valentines Day nonetheless, he couldn’t possibly turn it down. Whether it was his own competitive nature or the fact that he was so hopelessly in love with his lady, he was sure to ace every question. So here you guys were…setting face to face in two recliners; your legs draped across his thighs as if you were right at home. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N)..” “And I’m Eren Jaeger..” your voices eventually joining in unison with smiles on your faces. “And this is the GQ Couples Quiz.” The internet show where famous unions test their knowledge of one another. One thing that could be noted was the stark difference in his demeanor from previous sit downs. He actually looked happy to be here. Maybe that was all thanks to his lovely sidekick. The cameras rolling and aimed adjacent at you as got comfortable. In your hand, you brandished a stack of off white index cards, each one containing a question about yourself that he was expected to answer. Raising the pile to your face with a smirk, (y/n) ogled him, furrowing your eyebrows without a word before Eren would burst into laughter.

“Bro, why are you staring at me like that?” Which eventually cause you to start cackling, long before the game began. “Nothing, nothing..I’m just ready to see how much you know about me. Are you ready?”You guys were the best of friends before it blossomed into the beautiful marriage that everyone saw today..he hadn’t paid much attention to detail with anybody but that changed once you came along. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he’d lean up in his seat and prepare. “I’ve been ready. I’m ‘bout to set the record. Just wait.” He looked so excited and thrilled. But the true test would come when you pulled out the first card. “Alright, that’s a big claim, y’all. Let’s see if he just running his mouth. First question—“ pretending to lick your fingertips as you pulled the piece of paper. “What’s my favorite food to cook for you?” This was a no brainer. Something you thoroughly enjoyed and made for him all the time.. “That’s easy, gumbo and rice.” Smiling in pure joy, you’d nod your head. “Ding ding. That’s right. It’s my speciality.” He’d then interject with a little story about how it came to be.

“And she knew what she was doing, let me tell y’all! I’m not originally from the south so I had never tried it and one night, she was staying with me and we were a little.. ‘intoxicated.’” Doing sir quotes as to not tell the world that y’all were higher than two Georgia pines. Making you laugh as he told the story. And she was like ‘you hungry?’ And I’m like ‘hell yeah, lemme order something.’ She gets up from the couch like ‘nah bae, I got it. Imma go make us something.” Becoming more bashful every time he recounted the event but also cracking up because he was so dramatic about it. “I swear he ain’t gone ever let me forget this shit..” “Oh, I ain’t even got to the best part. So it’s like an hour later, I’m still high as shit and something is smelling good, like I’m talking out of a restaurant. I go in the kitchen, it’s a big ass silver pot on the stove, ain’t even know I owned something like that. And she’s like, ‘you want some gumbo?’ I’m thinking..I ain’t never seen somebody get high and go make an entire pot of gumbo. But slide me like two bowls..I ate it and almost cried, it was so good.” It was a recipe your granny had taught you and now, you made it for him all the time! Nonetheless, the interview would continue and you’d shoot off a barrage of questions; ranging from stuff about favorite colors, types of shoes you were down to your favorite candy. He got every last one of them right, even remembering small details he hadn’t. His eyes never came off of you once and there was so much laughter between you two, like a regular everyday conversation.

he’d tell stories about your tattoos and what they meant (even the one of his initials on your pantyline), why your favorite tv show meant so much to you, about your nickname ‘Princess’, and even your favorite hype song. “I promise you guys are never going to guess what her favorite song is to get hype to..I don’t believe it as I’m saying the shit now but..we were out driving one day and she’s in the passenger, controlling the music. I’m like ‘I love my baby but she better not turn on nothing crazy. So I’m riding along and I hear Tee Grizzly, you know..First Day Out. I’m nodding my head and I look over…and she’s rapping the entire song like it’s hers!” The dramatization from him made it even funnier because there was so much about you that he had no clue that made him fall deeper in love. From your funny quirks to the cute things you did. By this time, you had doubled over, covering your face. “Adlibs and all, I couldn’t believe it but I was like ‘..yeah, imma marry this girl. She raw as hell. Like it can’t be anybody else.”

which made you get all giddy and excited. “I told y’all, he really my homie. We like this.” Twisting your fingers around to intersect. The questions would continue on and he of course would ace each one with flying colors. The two of you would even exchange your special handshake on ones where he got the bonuses right. That’s when it neared the last question, which was another no brainer. “Last one, last one..who’s my celebrity crush?” Which made your big softie (and jealous hearted) husband furrow his brows into an obvious pout as if the answer wasn’t clear as day. “Your crush? You never— “you know, there is this one dude. He’s real tall..got long hair, from North Jersey, bunch of tattoos, real cute. Pretty smile and he raps real good. Can sing too..what’s his name?” making him smack his lips and roll his eyes all in one at your joke. Once he caught on, he’d lean up yet again and smush your face into a bunch of kisses. “I think his name is Eren or something like that. Tell him come hit my line if he sees this..” unable to get the words out before you started laughing uncontrollably. “You play too much, for real.” All in all, this was such a fun experience and when it was time to tally his score, you’d hold out your palm so they could generate the number on screen: a perfect 40 out of 40! He’d then hop out of his seat, raising his arms up his designer lettermen’s jacket as if he had just scored the winning point to a ball game. “What’d I say? Told y’all..”

even though he’d probably be bragging about this forever, it felt good to have someone who knew you better than yourself.

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NCT 127 and their Sugar Daddy Ratings Pt.3

Kim Jungwoo

a neat 9.78/10 (He's stubborn asf)

He is 100% from a very long line of renowned singers and actors

his great great great great great great grandparents worked with Shakespeare multiple times (He includes that in every conversation)

so yk what that means...

he's a trust fund baby lmaoooo

never had to work a day in his life

but still chooses to

he owns a world-renowned academy for the arts

with branches all over the world

Yall met at a Gala he had to attend

You were a temporary assistant for a snobby and rude guest

and you hated it but you had bills to pay boo

on your very first meeting, he spilled red wine all over your very much white-now pink- dress.

I ain't gon lie

Jungwoo ain't one of the nice rich people

"Watch where you're going."

you had to look up at this bitch like

"???"

now you were pissed and all sticky thanks to his mistake

so you demanded compensation

After some back and forth

he takes you away from the gala and

has his driver carry you both to a high-end boutique

buys a dress 10x more expensive than the one you had on

doesn't give af

begin to pry

asks why you came as a temporary assistant instead of a guest

you tell him you're broke and in between jobs

he offers to pay a lil something in exchange for you keeping your mouth shut about his rude behavior

"I have a reputation to uphold"

safe to say somehow that created a pipeline

and now

he's your sugar daddy

BUT

You guy's HATE each other lmaoo

y'all literally cannot stand each other

but he gets jealous when another man is near you

rather scrape his bare ass against concrete than watch you walk into a cheap ass restaurant

and rather die than hear you can't make rent this month

But my gosh...

The sex?!?!

hate sex is superior btw

"5 minutes ago you were calling me a jerk and now you're all fucked out on my bed heh."

"I can't fucking stand you and your attitude. Shut the fuck up and strip"

He 'hates' you but his hands are always wrapped around your waist when y'all are in public

He 'hates' you but has your favorite coffee order and every mole on your body memorized.

he 'hates you but smiles like a fool when you text him.

Lee Haechan

imma give him a 11/10 (he's great just horny lmaoo)

a professional menace lemme just say lmaoo

He's a world-famous singer

Owns his own record company

with famous artists

you guys met at his concert

a meet and great

he was immediately smitten by you

asked you out for coffee when everything was finished

and yall hit it off

y'all became friends (you expected more didn't you lmaoo)

at some point shit hit the fan and you couldn't make ends meet

Haechan being the friend he is offers to help you until you were back on your feet

but you being you said no

lmaoo

As if that would stop him

from paying our rent for the rest of the year

and stocking up your fridge every weekend

'accidentally' sending you 10k every weekend

and buying you a car to "get around"

one day he just outright admits that he is both your friend and sugar daddy

fucking hell lmaooo

he gives you a card under his name for anything

Will spontaneously take you on trips to places you've never been

when you complain he threatens to shut you up with 'something'

yes you've found out multiple times what that something was

hehe

"I sent you 10k last week and you still haven't spent it. What do you want me to do? fuck the stubbornness out of you?"

"You don't like when daddy spends his money on you pretty girl? too fucking bad"

yall 100% have frantic and needy s3x

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It’s A Long Way To The Top 🎸 | Pete Maverick Mitchell / Top Gun Maverick Imagine

Takes place after the events of TGM

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x 80s Rockstar!reader (romantic), Bradley Bradshaw x reader (mother/son-type relationship), Dagger Squad (platonic) Hondo (platonic)

Content warnings: Fluff, slight profanity, flirtatious banter, light suggestive content, mentions of past drug use. | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: 13.5k

Social Media matching HC

Premise: The Dagger Squad didn’t know much about their former instructor turned friend, Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. Only Rooster had insight on all there was when it came to the famous pilot, and his love life certainly fell into that. When the squad shows up unannounced to Maverick’s San Diego home for his birthday weekend, they are greeted with the shock of the lifetime when it’s revealed Maverick’s lady once ruled the radio of the decade they were born in. And what better way for them to properly meet one of the greatest rockstars to ever exist than by attending the bands reunion concert that night.

Note: So TC was born in 1962 and that what it also says for Maverick (although with his rank I doubt it lines up but Imma just go with it), so for this imagine you were born in 1964 and were the front woman of a famous 80s rock band who Mav meets after the events of Top Gun. I love rock music and have been listening to it nonstop the past week and this inspired me. At first I was gonna do this with Rooster or Phoenix with a modern day rockstar, but then I thought Mav was better suited for what I had planned.

Also in my research I found that the Staples Center (which is going to mentioned a lot) opened in 1999 and is now called Crypto.com Arena, but for this just imagine it opened in the 80s and is still called the Staples Center. Personally I will always refer to it as that even though it got a new name. Last thing, my favorite band is AC/DC and i use two of their songs as ‘your’ songs verbally said. The album/era names are ones I thought of off the bat, and feel free to imagine your friends as your bandmates, I just gave them names to make it easier when writing. And the photo on the collage is to show the outfit reference—I don’t write with any indication of race/ethnicity/etc unless it’s for an OC. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“Are you guys sure about not warning Rooster we’re coming?” Bob voiced from the passenger side of Nat’s car. In the backseat were Mickey and Payback while Hondo drove the car behind them containing Hangman and Coyote.

“Bradshaw will spoil the surprise,” Fanboy reminds him, “And the whole point of this is to surprise Mav. We haven’t seen him in months and this is the first time we’re all together again.”

“I know,” Bob sighs, leaning back into his seat before glancing at Nat, “How did you even get his address, Nat?”

She doesn’t stray her eyes from the road as she responds, “I may have convinced Admiral Simpson to give it to me, saying we all wanted to send Mav a birthday gift but didn’t have his permanent residence. I know he’s often in the Mojave desert during his vacation, but Cyclone gave me his San Diego home address.”

“Hondo didn’t even have Mav’s address?” Mickey says more to himself, surprised the man did not. He was Mav’s closest friend and had been with him since the Darkstar project.

“Hondo only had his Mojave camp—which isn’t really an address when you think about it. It’s quite literally on an old airstrip that’s not even used by the Navy anymore,” Nat tells him, “Mav lived there during their assignment so it makes sense why he only had that one.”

“So what I’m hearing is you deceived Admiral Simpson so we can show up on Mav’s doorstep like ‘surprise! We’re here!’ And Cyclone just gave it to you with no questions asked?” Payback raises a brow, catching her eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Not entirely,” she defends, “I mean we are sending him a birthday gift…..it’s just we are the birthday gift.” At the laughs from the men Nat rolls her eyes, “Y’all are in this too, so I don’t know why you’re laughing. We’re almost there. GPS says ten minutes.”

The Pacific Ocean was to their right, the sun high in the sky as the time reached one o’clock. They noticed as they traveled down the road that the houses were becoming more distant and eye-catching. “Damn,” Fanboy whistled under his breath at one point.

When they got to the turn to enter the neighborhood, they were greeted with a closed gate and security. Nat mentally cursed, not anticipating Mav lived in a gated community.

Now the jig was up and they were gonna have to call Rooster.

While Nat spoke with one of the security guards Bob was already dialing Bradley, who answered with a confused, “Hey, Bob. What’s up?”

“Rooster, hey, I’m sorry to bother you but the squad and I were planning to surprise Maverick for his birthday tonight and well….we’re kinda at the entrance to his neighborhood. We didn’t think it would be gated and needed confirmation from the resident to get in.”

“Ah damn,” Bradley said with a laugh and Bob could hear him fiddling with his keys. “I wish y’all would’ve told me, but then again I know I probably would’ve ruined it.” It was the truth, Rooster could not keep a secret if his life depended on it. Last year he unintentionally spoiled Nat’s surprise party when she got promoted. Soon it became a running joke amongst the group. “Just hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Wait, are you at Mav’s house?” All eyes in the car turned to Bob, the WSO catching the sound of Rooster’s Bronco starting up.

“Yeah, I’m on the list and can get y’all in. Hang on, imma tell him I’m running out to get beers.” There was a pause on the receiver before a car door shuts and Rooster says, “I’ll be there in two minutes.” Bob stayed on the line before hanging up when they caught sight of the bright blue vehicle approaching from the other side of the gate. Rooster pulled off to the side, exited the car and approached the security hut where another officer met him in the middle. The team watched as they exchanged words before the guard Nat spoke with was called over.

When he returned seconds later he said, “we’re gonna open the gate and if you could please pull off to where my buddy directs you and step out. We have to check the cars.”

“Sure thing,” Nat says with a wave as he goes to relay the same to Hondo. Passing the gate, she parks the car where the guard instructs and all four step out from the vehicle. Hondo pulls up seconds later with Hangman and Coyote coming over to stand with the group as Rooster approaches.

“Well this sure is some special treatment,” Hangman jokes when an officer comes up with a metal detector to begin scanning the squad while the two search their cars. He notices one of the officers writing down the car information, including the license plate number. “Never seen this before when I’ve been to a gated neighborhood.”

“It’s just precaution since it’s your first time” Rooster says, dabbing up the guys when they are finished being scanned. “It’s good to see you guys.”

“It’s good to see you too, Bradshaw,” Nat gives him a hug and appears apologetic. “Sorry we didn’t let you know in advance.”

“Ah it’s all good. Like I told Bob I probably would’ve ruined it.” They all laugh, some muttering sounds of agreement. It was all in good heart though, Bradley wasn’t offended. He was just happy to see his friends again and celebrate Mav’s 60th with them.

The only thing….they were in for their own surprise when they got to the house.

“Does the governor of California live here or something?” Javy jokes, but judging by the way Rooster reacts he’s certain there is some truth to it.

“All clear!” The main guard shouts, nodding to Rooster. “Y’all are free to go, just make sure to call in if you leave the area and return later on.”

“Will do,” Rooster salutes, shaking his hand afterwards. “Thanks again, Frank.” Telling his friends to follow behind him, they all got into their respective vehicles and headed down the road leading to the neighborhood.

“Sheeeesh,” Mickey says in awe at some of the houses they passed. They looked to be a million bucks. Literally. They were distanced quite a bit like something you see in Calabasas and had long entrances. “Mav should be on MTV’s cribs. How the hell does a naval Captain get something like this?”

“Probably by saving for that perfect retirement home,” Nat comments, eyes lingering on one house that caught her eyes.

“Nah,” Payback shakes his head, “I’ve seen Admirals with places not even to this extent. No offense to Mav, but I don’t see how an O-6 could afford a place like this.” About a minute passed before they were turning into a long driveway, all four jaws dropping at the sight of the home.

Yeah they needed to know Pete’s secret.

It was a gorgeous two-story mediterranean style home with an iron gate surrounding the perimeter. The exterior was beautiful, with flowers and various plants on the grounds. A front enclosed patio was the first thing they could see connecting to a foyer where the front door was located. Only one word could describe the home: marvelous.

The driveway was crescent shaped and could fit at least four cars with a side entrance leading to the garage. Rooster pulled up to the furthest spot allowing Nat and Hondo to pull up behind him. “Holy shit,” Fanboy says in awe, hopping out of the car and shutting the door behind him.

Shutting his own door, Hangman whistles, “If this is what retirement looks like, I can’t wait.”

“C’mon,” Rooster chuckles, nodding his head to the entrance. “Mav’s in the garage working on his bike.” The squad all rushes to get the gifts, beer, and food they had brought for the pilot, following behind Rooster while trying to not make it look like they were gawking at the home. They hadn’t even seen the inside yet but could already tell it was going to be as incredible as the outside.

Putting a finger to his lips, the group remains quiet at Rooster’s command as they ease their way into the garage. It was very similar to the one at his camp hangar in the desert. Pictures hung on a wall with several plaques. Motorcycles lined up and sitting in the corner was a gorgeous 1966 Dodge Charger. Coyote had to put a hand to his mouth to keep from making a sound when he saw it.

“That you, Bradley?” Mav said with his back to the group, unaware his practically surrogate son was not alone. He was dressed in a greased up white tee with some old light washed jeans and boots. Playing on the radio was the 80s on 8 channel from SiriusXM.

“Yeah it’s me,” Rooster places a case of beers the squad brought on the counter near the fridge. “I brought some strays too while I was at it.”

“Strays? What—?” Mav laughs, moving to turn around which resulted in his mouth dropping and wrench clinking to the floor.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted, grinning widely at their former instructor who was completely speechless. “Happy Birthday, Mav!”

“Wha-oh my gosh!” The pilot's feet moved before he could stop them, embracing Phoenix first since she was closest before doing the same to the others. As he pulls away from Hondo, patting his back Mav goes, “What’re you doing here?”

“Surprising you for your birthday, old man,” Hangman lightly punches his shoulder. “You’re turning the big six-zero, there was no way we were missing it.”

“Aww thanks guys,” the man blushes, grinning when they bombard him with gifts. “It’s so good to see you all—I-I wish I would’ve known you were coming.”

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, Cap,” Fanboy points to him with a knowing look.

“True,” Mav laughs, directing the crew to put the bags and all on the counter in the garage where the sink was located. “Thank you all so much, you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen ya, Mav,” Phoenix tells him, accepting the beer Rooster offers her that was already in the fridge. He passes them out to the crew, except Bob and Mav who kindly decline. Phoenix waves a hand, “Quite the place you got. Rooster had to come save us at the gate.”

Mav raises a brow at Rooster, “You didn’t know about this?”

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “I’m sure you can guess why.” It takes Mav a moment, but then he chuckles, thinking back to the many times Bradley did ruin a surprise. Nat’s promotion party, Hondo’s birthday dinner, and the tickets the group got Mickey to attend SDCC’s Star Wars reunion panel.

“We hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time,” Bob says. “Dropping in unannounced. We weren’t sure if you had anything planned this weekend, but we all took a few days off—got rooms in TLF back at Fightertown, so we would love to take you out for dinner or something this weekend.”

Mav glances at Rooster, who gives a knowing look to the pilot while sipping his beer. The two share a silent exchange of words before he scratches the back of his neck….a few catch the reflective metal of a gold on his left ring finger. Phoenix and Bob’s eyes widen, looking around to see if anyone else spotted what they did.

“Um, well we did have plans tonight—but I can make a call and figure something out. Tomorrow for sure I’m free all day so whatever you guys want to do I’m game.”

“What kind of plans?” Coyote asks before Payback and Hondo nudges him for being nosy. “Owwww.”

Hesitant to reply, Mav gives Rooster another look before nodding his head to the door, “why don’t you guys come inside. Make yourself comfortable while I make a quick call.”

“Are you not going to—,” Mav is quick to cut Bradley off with a wink. Confused, the entire squad look at each other with the same expression before following behind Mav while Rooster is the last to enter and shut the garage door.

Pete doesn’t have to turn around to know they were all gawking at the interior of the home. The first rooms closest to the garage were the laundry room, open kitchen and dining room. Sounds of approaching steps alerted the group and several audibly reacted to the adult Dalmatian, white husky, and golden retriever puppy racing after them.

“Oh my gosh,” Javy kneeled down to pet the Goldie pawing at his legs. “Your dogs are adorable.” The husky was licking at Jake’s face while Phoenix and Bob were occupied with the Dalmatian before each dog inspected each of the guests. “What are their names?”

“That’s Ice,” he pointed to the husky first then the Dalmatian, “Bella.” Lastly he pointed at the puppy, who was kissing up on Mickey, “and Goose.” They spend a good three minutes right there in the kitchen allowing the dogs to receive attention from the squad before Mav directs them to the living room.

And that’s when they pass the cabinet.

A cabinet that was just one of many.

“Uh, Mav,” Payback stops, causing those behind him to do the same, gaze locked on the floor to ceiling glass cabinet—if you could call it that, it was more like a shrine.

Dedicated to one of the world's most renowned rock bands.

“Yeah?” Mav already knew what they were looking at. And that was only scratching the surface compared to the others in the house.

“Say, uh—,” Payback tilts his head, pointing to the cabinet, “Are you like, obsessed with ‘Y/n & the Romantics’,” several eyes trailed along the various shelves lined with actual Grammy awards for ‘Best Rock Performance by a Duo/Group’, ‘Best Rock Album’, ‘Best Rock Song’, ‘Record of the Year,’ & ‘Album of the Year,’ going back as 1980 to 2021 as the most recent. Other awards included almost a dozen in MTV Moonmen, Billboard Music Awards, American Music Awards, and an Oscar for ‘Best Original Song’. Framed photographs of the band hung on the walls and perched on the shelves. Some included them with famed music legends like Cher, Prince, Micheal Jackson, Cyndi Lauper, Lionel Richie, Def Leppard, and Duran Duran….those of which the squad could make out the signature on the photograph itself. An eye catcher was the USA for Africa signed photograph of every artist, including the Romantics, featured in Michael Jackson’s “We Are The World.”

One shelf pretty much was reserved for all the times they were the musical guests on SNL. Four times to be exact. Another shelf, that had their eyes boggling, was dedicated to their 1999 Super Bowl Halftime performance with a football signed by the band and head coaches of the teams that played that year.

Fanboy nearly shit his pants when he saw the guitars mounted on the wall. Not only were they signed by absolute icons, including Elvis fucking Preseley, but one of which was the iconic checkered neon pink Fender Stratocaster frontwoman Y/n L/n played in the 80s.

Y/n L/n. Dubbed the ‘daughter of Rock ‘n’ Roll’ with a voice that had people say she was what an angel would sound like if they rebelled from God to become a rockstar. Together with some of her best friends from high school, formed the group ‘Y/n & the Romantics,’ signing with a small label in Atlanta, Georgia in 1978 at aged 14 after being discovered on the corner of a street playing covers of Elvis, The Beatles, and Billie Holiday. What had the producer write up a contract right there was when he heard Y/n’s rendition of ‘Crybaby,’ by Janis Joplin. It was as though Janis had been reincarnated. Her voice was unlike anything he’d ever heard.

They released their first single on New Year’s Day of 1979. That first single that had RCA Records knocking on their door and shot them into becoming one of the best selling rock bands of all time. When MTV launched on August 1, 1981, their music video for their Grammy Award winning single was the third to be played after ‘Video Killed The Radio Star,’ by the Buggles, and ‘You Better Run’ by Pat Benatar. Y/n & the Romantics became teen sensations, dominating the 1980s and 90s before going on hiatus in the early 2000s. Y/n was not only known for her recognizable, unique voice but also her split dye hair, leather outfits, stage presence, and signature pink guitar she named, ‘Dirty Shirley.’

And it was in Maverick’s house.

“Holy shit,” Phoenix breathed out, patting Payback to look to the left. That’s when he noticed the wedding picture hung on the wall not too far from where they were standing. The bride, kissing Maverick in the photo, was the same woman holding a Grammy with her bandmates.

Eyes bulging out, Payback whistled and asked what they were all thinking, “Or…. you got something to tell us?”

August 15, 1989. Los Angeles, California. Club Electic Idol

“Tell me, Pete—or do you prefer Maverick?” The blue light shining above her in the bar had the glitter on her face reflect. She was dazzling. Unlike any woman he’d ever met. And Pete met a lot in his career, though they never captivated him like she was now. He wanted to dance with her forever

Arms around his neck, their bodies pressed together as they swayed to the beat of ‘When Doves Cry,’ by Prince. The leather adorning her body was smooth against his fingertips. Completely ignorant of the flashing of cameras from the side and envious gazes of both men and women around them. Never did the pilot think when he, Ice, and Slider agreed on coming to that bar after the concert that he would end up with the frontwoman in his arms. They were just looking for a place to grab a quick drink, maybe dance with a girl or two, and chill before heading back to their hotel.

Guess Y/n & the Romantics were looking to do the same. Fate seemed to bring them together.

“Either is fine, sweetheart.” She smirked at the nickname, finding it amusing. God, even her smirk was sexy. Everything about her was.

“You do that little show of yours each time you see a pretty lady? Or am I just special?”

Damn she caught him.

Truth be told it scared the shit out of him to even think about doing it. Had it not been for the light buzz from drinking a couple beers and encouragement from Ice saying, “You’re the only bloke in this bar who could probably get her into bed if you tried, Mitchell. I saw her eyeing you when you went to pick a song on the jukebox.”

At first he refused. It was Y/n fucking L/n of all people. And there were plenty of people, men and women, who were taking a shot at swooning the rockstar. Left and right they were offering her drinks and asking her to dance. Mav would only go up to her if Ice and Slider sang with him. There was no way in hell he would embarrass just himself. Especially if it didn’t turn out the way he wanted.

The fact it actually did work had the pilot thank his guardian angel, who no doubt had to have been Goose.

“I’ve only done it a few times. The first crashed and burned. Second time actually got me a date,” his lips curled up, “Now I’m hoping the third time’s a charm.”

“I see,” she hummed, never taking her eyes off him. The silence that indicated she was deep in thought. “What are you hoping to get out of it?”

“Honestly, maybe a kiss when the night comes to an end if you’d allow me the honor. But if not I would want you to never forget me. Just like I won’t ever forget you.”

“After a performance like that, Lieutenant, I’ll remember you till the end of time. And about that kiss….” She brings her mouth closer to his, but still enough distance to keep them apart. Pete felt his heart skip at the proximity, the perfume she wore filling his nostrils. “Keep impressing me and it just might come true.”

Present Day

“Wait-wait-wait,” Phoenix laughed with the guys as Maverick finished telling the story of when he went with Slider and Iceman to see Y/n & the Romantics perform at the Staples center in 1989. They were all seated in the living room—which had more framed photos of not just Y/n and her band but also of her and Maverick over the years and Rooster as a child.

Jake took photos of that on his phone to hold for blackmail. Now it made sense why Rooster was always singing their songs on the piano when they would go out.

After giving a quick tour of the first floor of the home, they all settled in the living room with his dogs as Mav sent a text to his lady to call him after soundcheck. Beers were brought out and some snacks, the crew still processing the news as they took it all in. Eventually after a quick explanation, Pete answered the many questions they had, including just how the hell he managed to pull one of the greatest rockstars to ever exist.

Whose band literally had a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and were being inducted into the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame in just a few months.

“So from what I’m gathering,” Nat points to her forehead, as though she were deep in thought, “If my brain is right on track here….you were, to put it lightly…a groupie?”

“Now hold on—.” Mav tried to say but was cut off by the obnoxious laughter that was Javy, Mickey, and Jake while Bob and Hondo just shook their heads, although they were grinning wide at the insinuation. Rooster was smirking like, ‘told you so.’ Mav sighed, but he was smiling as the laughter died down. “I was not a groupie. Okay—yeah I had the hope I would meet her after the show, but I didn’t go out of my way to make that happen. They just happened to come to the same bar that night—I swear!”

“That literally sounds like what a groupie is, Mav,” Hondo pats his back. “You just got lucky it went in your favor.”

Blushing, Mav coughed lightly as he laughed with the group before adding, “I’d like to point out that nothing … you know, happened, alright? We simply had some drinks, danced…I may have tried serenading her with my rendition of ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling,’” the laughter got louder, making his blush deepen, “and then we exchanged addresses to send each other letters—because that’s what you did back in the day or call on the landline. It was history from there.”

“Don’t forget, Mav,” Rooster points at him. “You guys made out and then you exchanged addresses before leaving.” Mav has to cover his face to hide his blush when the group hollar and cheer.

“So how long y’all been together?” Rueben asks, finishing off his beer.

“Since 1990. But we didn’t get married until 2002 after the band went on hiatus.”

“How come?” Phoenix tilted her head curiously.

Though Phoenix and most of the guys were not die hard fans of Y/n & the Romantics, they were familiar with their music of course. As one of the most influential rock bands of all time everyone had heard of them in some way, shape, or form. Their parents often played their records, or they’d hear them on the radio and in movies. The squad were all born in the 1980s & early 90s so by the time they got into their teenage years the band had already stopped releasing music. It wasn’t until late 2020 they announced a reunion with the release of their latest album and were currently on tour across North America. During the hiatus however, Y/n still wrote songs for other artists and even released a few solo records. Some of the Grammy’s in the case belonged to only her and not just with the band.

Personal lives of the band members were not something they knew too well. The only people in the group who had knowledge of some details were Mickey, who was a big fan growing up, and Hondo. Bob was also a fan, having played the drums as a teenager and cited them to be a big influence. On google information showed that the group consisted of Y/n, the lead vocalist who also played guitar, Maya the bass player, Evan the lead guitarist, Danny the drummer, and Ronnie on keys. All of them provided backup vocals on tracks.

Maya and Evan ended up falling in love, confirming long time rumors they were together in 1987 and had three kids over the course of the 90s. Danny married a famous actress in 2000 with whom he had a son. Lastly Ronnie was once married to the lead singer of another rock group before divorcing and finding love with a movie producer from when she landed a role in a tv drama, the two adopted a son and daughter in the early 2000s.

Y/n’s information did actually include the fact she and Maverick met in 1989 when they played at the Staples center, that he was a Captain in the Navy being the only man to shoot down five enemy planes in the last 40 years, and were together for over a decade before finally getting married. They did not have kids and the text read how they liked to keep their personal lives private.

Rooster of course knew everything. The first time he met Y/n was in 1991 when he was 7 years old and looked at her like a second mother growing up. She taught him piano and guitar, let him attend shows when the group were on tour in Virginia, and was always a phone call away even after he and Maverick were at odds. Since she didn’t have kids, Bradley was the closest to what it was like having a son. There was no way she was going to let them drift apart after vowing to Carole she would take care of him. They spoke almost weekly with Rooster updating Y/n on his career and asking when she was getting the band back together, knowing she missed going on the road and performing.

“Soon,” she would tell him with a laugh, “I’m working on some songs in the meantime. We all agreed once the kids are older that we’ll come back.” That was in 2012. Now it was 2022 and finally Y/n & the Romantics were on stage performing for a sold out crowd full of people from all ages. They were all in their late 50s but still knew how to rock n’ roll like the good ole days. Y/n never lost her stage presence, the audience thrived on it. Over the years she took care of her voice so she would sound exactly like she did in the 80s. It was her staple after all.

Answering Nat’s question, Mav gave a light shrug, “It just sorta happened that way honestly. We were happy with how things were—marriage was not for us until then. I should say legally married actually, because here in California the relationship was viewed as common law marriage since we had been together for so many years,” Mav explained before taking a sip of water, “Around the time they disbanded the others had young or were starting to have children so they decided to take a break until the kids were grown up.”

“I think that was the first time I saw my mother cry,” Bob chuckled, fixing his glasses as all eyes turned to him. “My mom was—is a huge fan. Anytime we went on road trips she’d play one of their albums. I think she even saw them live when she was in college—said it was one of the best nights of her life. She had a crush on Danny if I’m not mistaken.” Mav smiles, not surprised it was Danny. In the 80s the man was quite the heartthrob.

“How come you never told us?” Mickey cut in. It was a question all were curious to know. Hondo knew Mav was married, but not to whom. He and Penny had history and were friendly at the Hard Deck so they assumed they were together or possibly going to. Finding out he’s been in a long time relationship with Y/n L/n was the shock of their life.

“We like our privacy. It’s why we waited to get married also, because of how big they were in the 80s and 90s. I got followed by paparazzi in the beginning—which was causing problems with my job. We actually pretended to break up in the late 90s to get them off my back,” Mav shrugs again, “I also don’t like the idea of bragging that my wife is Y/n L/n. I love and respect her so much. Yeah I was a fan of her music, but what made me fall in love with her was getting to know her for who she was. Not Y/n the rockstar, but Y/n the girl who replays her favorite songs if someone talks during it. Who can quote every single line from ‘Dirty Dancing’. Who will scold me for leaving seven half filled water bottles on my nightstand.” Laughs rang out at that. “We personally enjoy letting people discover it on their own, rather than telling them upfront.”

“I still can’t wrap it around my head,” Jake waves a hand to emphasize his point. “That you pulled pretty much the woman all our dads, maybe even moms, had a crush on. Your game is on another level. Like please tell me your secrets, pops.” Phoenix playfully slaps Hangman on the shoulder.

Before he could answer the pilot, Maverick’s phone rings causing him to jolt from the couch. “Give me a moment guys,” excusing himself he goes around the corner into the hallway before answering, “Hey, honey.”

“Hey, is everything good? Your message sounded urgent.”

Mav heard sounds in the background, possibly the crew setting up the stage for the night’s show. “Everything is great….uhh-say is tonight’s show sold out?”

“Yessss,” he could hear the confusion laced in her tone. “At least that was what I was told by Hank. Why? Did Bradley want to bring a friend? I’m sure I can get a pass.” Mav let out a sigh, scratching his chin.

“If it’s too much to ask then don’t worry about it, I know you gotta get back to soundcheck and have a few hours until the concert starts. But my former students from a few years ago surprised me today to celebrate my birthday. They’re here at the house—Bradley didn’t even know they were coming, honey.”

Y/n laughed, “I wouldn’t have bet money on him to know,” they laughed together, Y/n following with, “But that’s so sweet of them! I know how much you’ve missed them since you retired last year. How long are they in town?”

“Just for the weekend. They all got rooms on base and were hoping to take me out either tonight or possibly tomorrow. I told them I had plans tonight….”

“But you didn’t tell them what plans, huh?” Mav could picture the smirk on her face. “Do they know?”

“About us? I just finished telling them why I never mentioned anything. They seem to understand and were apologetic for dropping in unannounced. But…..I have not told them that the last stop in your tour is tonight at the Staples Center and Bradley and I were going to be leaving in a few hours.”

“Who all is it?”

“My buddy Hondo from when I did the Darkstar project—I think I’ve told you about him, the two foxtrot teams I did the uranium mission with and two of my reserves. So seven total.”

“I see,” Y/n humed, finding her husband’s situation amusing. He let out a groan, apologizing but she just laughed and said, “Well since it is your birthday and I’ve been wanting to meet your little dagger ducklings forever now,” he smiled at the nickname Y/n had given the pilots. They really were his ducklings. “Let me talk with Hank and the venue manager. Show doesn’t start till seven so there’s plenty of time. Just hang tight and I’ll call you back, okay? I know you're probably losing your mind because you don’t want to miss tonight’s show knowing it’s the last of the tour, but you also want to spend time with them while they're in town. Imma make sure you get both, pretty boy…..and maybe a little something more when the night comes to a close.”

Fuck that got Mav blushing, knowing exactly what she was implying. “Y/n…”

“Love you, Pete. Wait for my call.” Telling her the same, Mav hangs up the phone and reenters the living room. Rooster immediately meets his eye, lifting a thumbs up to which Mav returns with a gesture to signify he was working on it. For the next thirty minutes the squad makes small talk until his phone rings again. “Hey.”

“Would it be okay if you put me on speaker?”

A smile forms on his lips, “Sure thing,” he looks at the group to catch their attention, “Someone wants to say hi,” they all, minus Rooster who’s smirking, watch with confused expressions as Mav hits the speaker button and places the phone on the table. “What have you got for us, honey?” The second the pet name leaves his lips, Mav sees Fanboy drop his now empty cup of water, Phoenix slap a hand over her mouth, Javy pushing Jake and vice versa muttering ‘holy shit.’ Everyone else pretty much does something similar when Y/n’s voice echoes through the receiver, “Hello hello, aviators.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yo this ain’t happening right now.”

“Guys, guys, shut up—holy shit.”

Y/n laughed at the reactions. “It’s so nice to finally—even if it’s over the phone at the moment—meet you guys! Pete talks about you all everyday.”

“I-I wish we could say the same about you, ma’am,” Payback nervously laughs. “We didn’t even know the man was hitched until an hour ago. Also we apologize for the fanboying-fangirling, it’s an honor to speak to such a legend. You’re an icon.”

“Oh you’re too kind,” she awes, “thank you so much. I hope you guys can forgive him for not saying anything—he meant well.”

“We understand,” Phoenix says on their behalf. “We’d also like to say sorry for showing up to your house uninvited—your home is beautiful by the way. We-we just wanted to surprise Captain Mitchell since it’s been so long since we were all together and he’s done so much for us.”

“I think that’s so amazing you guys did that! I wish I could’ve been home to greet you guys and see the look on his face. Did he cry by any chance?”

“Honey please…” Mav pleaded, causing everyone to laugh.

“I’m sorry, babe. Anyways, Pete tells me you guys are in town for the weekend and well……tonight the Romantics and I are playing our last show in L.A at seven. Bradley and Pete were set to leave San Diego around four to make it on time and if y’all are up for the short drive…..I have seven passes reserved with your names on them.”

The reaction of the dagger squad could only be described with a singular word: chaos.

First it was more of denial, but then they saw Maverick and Rooster’s face and realized Y/n was in fact serious. She was inviting them to her concert. The final show in her band’s reunion tour. The soon to be Rock n Roll Hall of Famers.

Yeah, they about lost their minds.

“I gotta call my mom—she’s gonna flip!”

“How the hell am I supposed to continue living life after this?”

“This is your birthday Mav!” Phoenix pointed at him while Bob had his hands in his face, expression unreadable. “You’re not supposed to be giving us anything, it's the other way around!”

“Nat, I would love nothing more than to spend my birthday with you guys at the concert tonight.” That just about made her tear up.

“Yo so this is legit?” Coyote held up a hand, trying to calm his excitement. “We’re actually going?”

“Hell yeah!” Jake said, Rooster and Payback agreeing with a high-five. “What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.”

“Y/n, thank you so much,” Hondo said on their behalf. “I’m sorry if you can’t hear over these clowns in the background, but I’ll speak for everyone when I say that we are so grateful for you to invite us to experience your show together and celebrate Mav’s birthday. I don’t think we’ll stop thanking you so be warned.”

After a few more minutes of mainly the squad bombarding the rockstar with words of gratitude and thanks, Y/n informs Pete of where to go when they get to the venue and she’ll meet them backstage to give them the passes. When they say their goodbyes and hang up, Coyote goes, “Okay so I don’t know about y’all…but I cannot walk into a rock concert dressed like this,” he gestures to his gray Navy t-shirt and torn jeans, “How much time we got, Cap?” The question has Pete check his watch.

“If we wanna get there before the doors open, I’d say we should leave in about two hours. It’s gonna take at least two hours to get to L.A, and we gotta consider traffic.” Mav thinks for a moment before saying, “I may have something that can help. Follow me.”

In one of the many closets used as a storage place, Pete removed a box from the self and opened it to reveal a bunch of vintage t-shirts of Y/n & the Romantics.

“Oh my gosh this is so cool,” Fanboy awed. Some of the shirts were literally from the 80s and 90s but looked to be in new condition, meaning they must have been extras Y/n kept for safekeeping. Nowadays it was hard for someone to get their hands on anything with the classic logo of Y/n & the Romantics unless it was from Etsy or a private seller. Stores like Hot Topic, Spencers, and those dedicated to the 80s or retro-like were the only places to buy the new style of merchandise. But these in the box, they were classic.

“Look through and see if you can find anything. There’s several sizes and styles—most of these were from their ‘Heartbreaker’ era but you may find some from ‘Love is the Eighth Deadly Sin,’ or ‘Rock ‘n’ Rolling to Heaven.’ We have some leather jackets I’d be happy to lend you guys—and Nat, Y/n wanted me to tell you that you’re more than welcome to borrow anything you’d like.” Her eyes go wide.

“Oh I couldn’t possibly—.”

Rooster claps his hands excitedly, cutting Nat off much to her annoyance, “Time to turn you guys into rockstars. Fuck yeah! This is gonna be the best night ever!”

So that’s how the famed naval aviators ended up in their vehicles on a two hour journey to Los Angeles. It was far from what they expected when they set out to surprise Pete Mitchell, but in Maverick fashion things take a different turn when one least expects it. The couple’s dog sitter was called to tend to their animals since it was likely they would not be coming home till the next day. Just after 3:30pm the squad, now dressed like they were straight from the 80s by cutting holes in their jeans and wearing leather jackets and chains Maverick provided, gathered in the cars and hit the road. Maverick and Rooster ended up driving, with Hondo, Coyote, Hangman and Payback in Mav’s SUV and Fanboy, Bob, and Phoenix with Rooster in the Bronco.

Upon instance from Y/n after chatting briefly with her on the phone to make sure it was okay, Nat relented on wearing the red leather Prada two piece set the rockstar wore at the 1994 MTV video awards. It fit like a glove on the pilot, jaw dropping when she looked at herself in the mirror, “Damn.” While in the car she applied some black eye pencil and smudged it out to give her that 80s grunge appearance, to which she made Fanboy and Bob do the same, “Bradshaw, I expect you to rock this too.” At a red light he applied it like a pro, like he’d done it many times before not even needing to fix it.

The entire way both vehicles played Y/n & the Romantics decades worth of music. It surprised a lot of the crew when they recognized some songs from movies and tv shows they had no idea were by them. “This was in Stranger Things!” Coyote shouted over the sound, head banging his head along to the beat. Another song had Bob go, “Wasn’t this in the Guardians of The Galaxy?”

By the time they got to L.A the city life was at its prime. Traffic was insane as usual but thankfully they made it to the Staples Center just before six o’clock. The sign outside the venue glowed bright with ‘Y/n & The Romantics—Rockin’ Down Memory Lane Reunion Tour. TONIGHT ONLY—SOLD OUT.’ Pete pulled in front of Rooster to speak to the guard when they got to the back gate. After speaking through a radio for confirmation they allowed the two cars to enter and directed them on where to go.

When they get in the building it’s buzzing all around them. Crew members of both the band and the venue run past and speak into radios. They could barely make out the words combined with the faint rumble of the crowd inside. Before a security guard could ask why they were there, Y/n’s managers, Hank and Tasha Robinson noticed them and rushed over. “Pete! Great to see ya!” The pilot exchanged hugs with the couple. They then greet Bradley, who they’ve known since he was a child, and the squad, “You guys must be the pilots! It’s nice to meet you all—are you excited for the show?”

“Absolutely.” “Can’t wait!” “We’re so excited.” “Thank you for allowing us to come on such short notice.”

“You all look great!” Tasha grinned, gasping when she saw Nat’s outfit, “Oh my goodness. Hank, look! You recognize this?” Blushing immensely, Nat didn’t know how to react besides laughing nervously as they complimented her. “You look fabulous, darling.”

“Thank you. It’s an honor to wear it—I-I hope I did it justice.”

At that moment Y/n came around the corner, a slight skip in her step until she was lifted into Pete’s arms causing her to break into giggles. They hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks while she was touring the west coast cities. It filled the squad with warmth seeing their mentor/friend so happy. Nerves filled them, they were about to meet one the greatest voices of rock music.

Mav spun Y/n around before setting her back down, the two sharing a sweet kiss. “Missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too,” he says against her lips, kissing them once more before guiding her to the group. Bradley is the first to hug Y/n, who squeals in delight since it had been months since they last saw each other.

“Hey sugar, look at you! It seems like every time I see you, you got a new look going on,” she fluffs his hair which was now lighter in tone after he got some highlights. “You look good, Roo. Is this a new shirt?” she gestures to the Hawaiian shirt beneath the leather jacket Bradley was wearing.

“Had to pull it out for the special occasion,” he gives her a sweet kiss to the cheek while handing her the bouquet of flowers he and Mav got. Thanking him, Y/n grins at the sight of the group standing behind him.

“And you fellas must be the famous dagger squad I’ve heard all about!” They were literally speechless as they stared back at the singer. She literally was what one would envision when they thought of a rockstar. Smudged eyeliner with sparkly eyeshadow framed her eyes, dark red lipstick and her outfit was black leather that showed a bit of skin due to some cutouts, but was still modest. Where the skin showed they could make out intricate tattoos and both her arms had half sleeves of ink. She had on a harness with silver chains, thigh high boots with studs along the sides.

She was THE rockstar.

Though in her late 50s, Y/n was still breathtakingly beautiful. Yeah there was some grayness to her otherwise shiny, healthy hair, and some age lines around her eyes and mouth that poked through the makeup, but Y/n could literally pass for mid to late 40s. Same with Pete who just turned 60 and looked amazing for his age. Standing next to each other, they were one hot ass couple.

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you guys—in person now! Ah I’ve been buzzing with excitement since we got off the phone earlier,” she clapped her hands, moving to Fanboy who was internally losing it like his namesake.

“I-I hi, w-wow. I’m Mickey Garcia—or talk about irony, you may call me Fanboy. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. L/n—Mitchell uh-I’m sorry. I’m a big fan.”

Y/n giggled, shaking his outstretched hand before bringing him into a friendly hug. “Oh honey, I don’t even know what to call myself sometimes. But, please call me Y/n. You guys are family now.” She goes down the line to meet each pilot, shaking their hand and hugging while saying their name back to instill it in her memory. Of course she knew their names and faces from photos, but meeting them in person was completely different and Y/n wanted to make sure she would remember who was who. When she gets to Natasha’s she can’t help but shriek, “Yay you wore it! You look amazing-oh my gosh!”

“Thank you so much,” Nat blushes again, this time because the owner of said outfit she wore was gushing over her. “Thank you for letting me wear it—I will do my best to not let anything happen to it.” Y/n assures her to not worry about it and the two have the band photographer take a couple photos of them. The guys video the whole thing causing Phoenix to flip them off at times which has the married couple laugh. Soon the band comes out, causing Fanboy, Bob, and Coyote to almost lose it and before they know it everyone is conversing like it was an ordinary Friday night. Hondo, Mav, Y/n, Phoenix and Payback are off to the side with Maya, Evan, and their kids while the others are chatting with other members and their families who came to the show.

“It’s unreal to think this year marks forty-four years,” Evan said, sitting on one of the chairs with his hand on Maya’s lower back who stood beside him.

“Yeah,” she agreed with a smile, “just a group of kids we were then. With a dream only the effects of good ole weed could give us the confidence to have our asses out at that park and hope someone would hear us.”

Y/n drops her head laughing, aware of the somewhat surprised looks of the aviators and Hondo. “Wait-really?” Y/n was known for her exhilarating stage presence. She was like Elvis, Janis Joplin, and Micheal Jackson, always captivating the crowd and keeping them hype. When watching the performances it was like Y/n was in her own little world and thrived on the energy.

“It was the 70s,” she shrugged, still smiling which made her eyes crinkle. “Believe it or not we all used to have stage fright—especially in the beginning when we first started performing. We were….gosh fourteen when we signed, fifteen when we performed on Johnny Carson. Good Lord I was shaking in my boots in the dressing room,” she gave a mock shake of the shoulders, reliving the memory, “The only way I could get up there and sing was if I had smoked. Took the edge off.” Maya and Evan nodded in agreement, Y/n leaning into Maverick’s arms as he stood behind her chair. “I think it was after we toured in ‘85 for ‘Love Is The Eighth Deadly Sin,’ that I could perform without anything. Though I still did it at times,” her smile fell into more of a sad expression, adding, “and unfortunately being in the industry at that time, and being so young, we were exposed to other things.”

She didn't have to explain to the aviators, for it was public knowledge when they read up on the band during their drive that Y/n, Ronnie and Danny had admitted to experimenting in the 80s with cocaine. It was common in that era, with many artists and actors in Hollywood able to get their hands on it easily. For Y/n, it was the frontman of another rock group she’d been romantically linked to who introduced her to the drug. Thankfully nothing ever happened that caused a big scandal or had the members needing professional help. They had their family, the support of their crew and each other so they never let anyone fall too deep to where they couldn’t get back up.

“But we survived,” Maya emphasizes, beaming at her husband, “and it sure has been one hell of a ride since. I can’t wait for November—I think I’m more excited for the induction ceremony than I was for the Super Bowl.” Evan goes on to playfully reject the claim, insisting his wife was way more excited about getting that call over 20 years ago than the news just last month about the Hall of Fame.

Y/n just shakes her head with fondness, leaning more into Maverick, who kisses the top of her head.

“Brings back memories, huh? Here at the Staples Center again after so many years.”

“Yeah,” he says softly, his friends chatting with the guitarist and bassist. “I just wish Ice and Slider were here. Then it would really be a blast from the past.”

“I saw Slider when we played in Florida. He brought the whole family—it was amazing.”

“Yeah he called me afterwards. Said you guys put on the best show of the year,” his lips curled up, leaning more towards her ear, “he also told me you threw in a song in the set I was going to get a kick out of.”

Y/n mirrored his smile, eyes full of mischief, “Oh you will, but I ain’t saying nothing, hot stuff. You’ll have to wait for when it comes up.”

“Can’t wait,” he chuckles, kissing her cheek lovingly.

Roughly ten minutes later the stage manager was rushing over, “We’re down to t-minus twenty till showtime people—we gotta start clearing!” Immediately the band are hurrying to say their goodbyes. Y/n practically runs to find the person needed to take the group to their seats. When she does, they hand out the passes to each person, “Julius is going to take you all up to the room. It’s gonna be one of the VIP boxes, the closest to the stage I believe, and it should have sodas, water, alcohol, and food. But if you need anything then just run it by him.”

They all spit out words of gratitude, blown away by the special treatment they were receiving. Y/n takes her time to hug each one of the pilots, who wish her good luck and thank her again for everything. Rooster lets his hug linger a bit longer, as does Maverick who brings the woman into a passionate kiss. “Thank you for doing this, baby. I owe you.”

“It’s your birthday, Pete. You know I would do anything to make you happy,” she lowers her voice into his ear, kissing the area just below, “Sorry it couldn’t be like the good ole days when I would sneak you into my dressing for some fun.” His hands squeeze her hips, sighing at the memories as she giggled.

“There’s still the after party,” he warns her, tone thick with something she knew all too well.

“I’m well aware, hot stuff.”

They share another kiss. And another. And another before Y/n pushes him away at the teasing shouts of everyone around them, Pete bidding good luck to her and the band before he sets off with the group. Rooster nudges him, smirking at the retired pilot, “well that kiss sure would motivate anyone about to go on stage.”

“Don’t start, Bradley.”

By the time they reached the room, they could literally feel the rumble of the crowd when the lights in the arena shut off. “Holy shit,” Mickey said, the first to open the balcony door of the room where they would view the show. Inside were couches, chairs, tvs, and refreshments. Coyote had his phone out, videoing the scene for his instagram story as they all grabbed beers and water before taking spots on the balcony.

The sight was surreal. The stage was to their left and extended out, splitting the floor in half. Approximately 20,000 people could fit in the Staples Center, and from the looks of it 20,000 people were in attendance. It was a sold out show after all. People from all age groups were there. Hell Bob swore he saw some young kids on the shoulders of their parents. The most were obviously the older crowd who likely grew up in the 80s, but there were definitely college kids and Millennials.

It got louder and louder when the two minute countdown appeared on the Jumbotron, along with a video montage of the band. Some clips showed them when they were first starting out up to them preparing for the reunion tour. As it drew closer to zero, the video showed a pre-taped montage of each member taking their place on stage. Maya wrapping the strap of her bass around her shoulder, Evan with his guitar. Ronnie taking place in front of the keyboard and Danny sitting at his drums. Lastly Y/n strutted up to the microphone, the clock hitting zero the moment her hand raises in the air and the arena goes black.

Not even a second passes before Evan’s opening guitar riff sends the crowd roaring. It was the opening to, ‘Thunderstruck,’ a song that literally was in almost every modern day action movie known to man. It was hilarious to see the guys and Phoenix lose their shit, recognizing the iconic song. There was a black curtain keeping the actual stage hidden from everyone's view, but chills came onto everyone’s arms when Y/n’s voice filled their ears

“I was caught in the middle of a railroad track.” The crowd echoed the ‘Thunder,’ with the band. “I looked ‘round and I knew there was no turning back.”

“THUNDER!” The squad shouted, fist pumping and beginning to dance. Already they knew it was going to be the best night of their lives.

When the curtain gave way as Y/n hit the chorus of the song, the audience literally exploded, increasing in volume when she shouted into the mic, “Los Angeles let me hear you!!!!” The camera’s were glued to her as she strutted down the middle of the stage where it split the floor. Her voice carried with each lyric, living up to the hype and sounding as though it was still 1985.

Nat—scratch that all of the guys, especially Maverick, were in awe. Jaws dropped, except Rooster who was living his best life having experienced a Y/n & the Romantics show as a teenager. Now as an adult man the aviator was overjoyed seeing his second mom performing on stage again with her best friends.

“Cap, your wife is the coolest person on earth!” Hangman shouted against the loud music. Maverick simply beamed, eyes never leaving his wife, “I know.”

When the song came to an end, Y/n sighed lovingly, “Ahhh it’s good to be back. We’ve missed you all dearly. Did you miss us?” She paused, screams igniting before adding, “That’s what I’m talking about, baby. It’s been twenty years since we last performed here at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, and we’d like to thank you all immensely for welcoming us back. We’ve worked hard the past two years putting this show together for you, the fans. For all of you regardless if you’re just discovering us, or have been rockin since 1979.”

The energy was off the charts the entire concert. Y/n was feeding off of it on stage, and in turn her presence was feeding the crowd. In between sets she interacted with her friends/bandmates, often coming close to those on the floor to ask how they were.

“You having fun tonight?” Everyone nodded frantically, a woman close to the stage shouting, “So much fun! We love you!”

“We love you too, doll. Don’t worry the night is just getting started.” After the first couple songs Y/n informs the crowd, “I hope you all don’t mind, but as you know this is the ‘Rockin’ Down Memory Lane’ tour,” cheers erupted from every angle, “so as a treat for you fine folks this evening, we won’t just be rockin down our own memory lane. We wanna give some shoutouts to some of the greats rock music has ever seen, and some of the friends we made being a part of this world thanks to all of you. And what better way to start than by kicking it off with the song that got us discovered in the first place.”

The audience was going crazy, die hard fans knowing damn well what song the rockstar was referring to. “Whoooo!!!” Coyote felt the chills when Y/n belted out the opening of ‘Cry Baby’ by Janis Joplin. “Damn girl, sing it!” One of the hardest songs to sing, Y/n had so much emotion it nearly brought a tear to some of their eyes. Rooster brought his finger to his mouth to whistle when the song finished.

The band would do three more of their songs or a medley before covering another artist/group. “Y’all may have heard the rumor…..of the special club we’re being invited to join this fall,” Y/n smirked, hand on her hip next to Maya. Cheering indicated the crowd were aware of the news. “We’re not the only ones. Some friends of ours were also invited. You may have heard of them….Duran Duran?” She pauses to let them scream, the woman chuckling before bringing the mic back to her lips. “They just played recently at the Garden and gave a special rendition of our ‘Highway To Hell,’….so we thought to return the favor,” pausing again, Y/n nods to her band where they begin their cover of ‘Hungry Like The Wolf,’ sending the audience into a frenzy.

“I fucking love this song!!” Nat screams excitedly, passing her beer to Rooster so she could freely dance without worrying about spilling it. The outfit she wore likely cost more than her college tuition. She’d be damned if she let anything happen to it.

“Darken the city, night is a wire,” The smile never left Y/n’s face, “Steam in the subway, earth is afire.” Chills happened along her arms when the entire stadium echoed, “do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do.”

She couldn’t wait to see how the guys of Duran Duran, who she and the Romantics were lucky to call friends, react to them singing their song. On Twitter she hinted at wanting to do another collaboration after seeing the video of the band perform their ‘Highway To Hell’. In 1988 the two groups released a single together, topping the Billboard charts for nearly 30 weeks. Plus both were being inducted in November to the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame. Surely it would the collab of the century if they did.

Halfway through the show they took an intermission. During that time everyone had a bathroom break, ate some of the food provided and grabbed more drinks. Thankfully Mav did inform them Y/n’s managers got them hotel rooms not too far from the venue so they didn’t have to worry about driving back to San Diego late. When the band returned on stage for the second half of the show it appeared they had changed outfits. Y/n now sported black leather shorts that ended midthigh with fishnets tucked into her leather knee-high boots and a cropped Def Leppard shirt. The sides were cut out showing off her lace bodysuit beneath it. They went straight into songs from their ‘Love & Thunder’ era that took place in the early 90s.

Not too long after she was flagged down by the stage manager, Rick, who was in front of the floor barricade. “What do we have here?” She hummed curiously, taking the two evelopes from him. Rick shouted that it was from the couple directly behind him, who were waving frantically at the singer. The envelop on top said ‘read first.’ Confirming she could read it aloud, Y/n brought the audience to a low tone so everyone could hear.

“Dear Y/n, Maya, Evan, Ronnie, and Danny,” she read off into the mic, glancing to her friends who appeared just as curious as her. “Our names are Damien and Alana Michaels, we’re both 31 years old and met six years ago because of our shared love for your music,” Y/n awed, beaming at the couple then laughed when the letter followed, “We met at a record store and practically fought over the last copy of your limited edition vinyl of ‘Rock n Rollin to Heaven’. We were over the moon when you announced the reunion tour and feel we’ve come full circle tonight seeing as that we fell in love because your music has been an influencial part of our lives. Alana is five months pregnant with our first child,” cheering erupted, causing Y/n to speak louder into the microphone with a giant grin, “Would you do us the honor in revealing the gender of our baby?”

Y/n let the crowd scream for a moment before calming them down again, settling her gaze on the couple, “This envelope right here,” she holds up the unopened document, “has the gender of your baby?”

“Yes!” Alana shouts in glee while Damien nods, mirroring his wife’s expression.

“Give me one moment, honey—don’t go anywhere.” The stadium watches the rockstar rush to her friends, calling them over away from the mics to have a quick chat. Opening the envelope, the camera catches their reaction for the screen and they all talk for a moment before taking back their respective places.Y/n runs over to the couple again, a little out of breath, “Alright! Alana, Damien, congratulations are in store. You are bringing a new life into the world, and the Romantics and I think the best way for you to welcome them is by singing this song when they arrive,” she then looks to the crows, “To anyone who knows the words, feel free to sing along. On three guys,” she points to her friends and counts off, “One…two…three!”

“Isn’t she lovely?” Alana visibly broke into tears while Damien jumps up and down in joy. The band where harmonizing with the frontwoman, the stadium so loud it was hard to hear at times, but thankfully the speakers were at full amp to hear them sing. The couple embraced each other, consumed with happiness at the news. “Isn’t she wonderful?”

“Isn’t she precious?” Staples Center practically echoed with 20,000 people singing Stevie Wonder’s song. Y/n grinned, loving ever second of the coordinated tune. “Less than one minute old.”

“I never thought,” Y/n belted out, “through love we’d be.”

“Making one as lovely as she.”

“But isn’t she lovely, made from love,” Drawing out the ‘love’ Y/n finished the verse by shouting against the screams, “IT’S A GIRL!” Handing back the envelope with the gender to Rick, Y/n asked if she could keep the letter to which the couple agreed. Pocketing it in her shorts, Y/n says, “Congratulations Alana and Damien! Thank you for allowing us to be a part of this exiting moment. On behalf of the Romantics and everyone in attendance, we wish you the absolute best on bringing your daughter into the world and may she be blessed with joy all her life….and maybe unleash her inner rockstar from time to time,” laughter erupted, “give it up for Alana, Damien, and Baby girl Michaels!!”

Fifteen more minutes pass of the band performing their songs before taking a five minute break to set up for their next cover.

“Alright,” Y/n takes a breath, walking down the end of the extended stage. “This next trip down memory lane, has me want to ask you all a question. Ready to hear it?” When they respond with an echo, ‘yes!!’ Y/n allows the smirk to appear, “Do you guys have that one song…that you would call, your stripper song?” A laugh escapes her by the increase in volume from the sold out arena. She could just picture what looks her husband received from his former students. “You know that one song that has you thinking, ‘Gosh give me a pole and I will work it better than anyone has before,’ that kind of song?” Y/n stops halfway through the long stretch of platform, glancing around to the various sections of people.

“I would like to sing for you my stripper song—o-oh okaaaay that’s a nice reaction,” she chuckled, winking at a few spectators on the floor who were like, ‘Hell yeah!’ Pointing a finger out to a random direction, she says with a knowing look, “Now if this happens to be your stripper song too, don’t you get naked—this ain’t that kind of show,” laughter fills her ears, “Plus there's children here tonight, so technically this is a family show. So I would like to apologize now to the parents, but then again, this is a fucking rock show,” the cheers escalated, agreeing with the woman on what she was about to say, “So if you didn’t want them to see us in our element, you should’ve left them at home. But please, for the love of God, keep your clothes on if this song happens to get you in the same mood it gets me. Ready guys!”

“We're ready, babe!” Maya shouts with Evan, Danny and Ronnie giving a thumbs up.

“Step inside!” Y/n yells into the mic.

“Walk this way!” They shout into their own.

“You and me babe!”

“Hey! Hey!”

unworldly, was the way best to describe the Staples Center when the opening chords of Def Leppard’s ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me,’ sounded through the speakers. No wonder she wore the band’s shirt, hinting they were going to cover one of their songs at some point. Fans went crazy when Y/n did some of her iconic moves like crawling on the floor, flipping her hair back and forth and even usuing the mic stand as though it was a pole. She was in her element, the stage was truly where she shined.

Some of the guys were hollaring, patting Maverick on the back with knowing looks. The older man was blushing mad when they realized something was on his mind with the way he was staring at his wife. It didn’t help Y/n was biting her lip, running her hands along her body during the ‘Sugar me sweet,’ line. The camera was glued to her the entire performance.

“I know that look!” Hangman pointed out the Captain’s expression.

“Yeah, Mav, if you plan to sneak off to the dressing room after the show, don’t worry we won’t say anything.”

The band went straight into ‘Hollywood Nights,’ by Bob Seger as way to pay homage to the fact they were performing in Los Angeles, Hollywood not too far away. Jake was a big fan of the song and Rooster videoed the pilot dancing his heart out, spinning Nat around at times as they belted the lyrics.

Coming down to the final 30 minutes of the show, Y/n called the crowds attention, “This next song….is dedicated to someone very special in the audience. He’s turning 60 tomorrow and I’m celebrating twenty years of marriage with him in October.” Her smile became wider at the cheers, walking to the side of the stage closest to where Pete and the gang were.

“That’s you, my man!” Rooster playfully shakes Mav, the squad cheering when the camera pans to him. Giving a little wave, Pete blows a kiss to Y/n, who pretends to catch it.

“Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell everyone,” she pauses lightly, “With him tonight is someone who is practically our son—Lord knows I treat him like one,” Rooster does a little dance, the camera zooming out from Mav to capture the aviator next to him. “And some of his former students, the Navy’s finest fighter pilots, who I like to call his, ‘Dagger ducklings.’” The squad awed at the nickname, Fanboy and Coyote hugging up on the man.

“Does this mean you’re our papa duck, Mav?”

“Imma let y’all in on a little secret,” Y/n leans into the mic with a whisper, “That whole thing about us breaking up in the 90s? Yeah, it didn’t happen.” Laughing, Y/n stands back straight, “Right now I’m feeling a little sentimental. Pete and I actually met at a bar about two blocks away after we played here in 1989. It was there he….to put it lightly, swooned me like nobody had ever done before.” Dropping his head onto the railing, Pete’s shoulders shook as he laughed, the memory of that night replaying in his mind. “Maya knows what I’m talking about.”

“Sure do,” the bassist replied. “I think he put on better show than we did.”

“Oh God,” Maverick put a hand to his mouth to cover his grin. So many emotions were flooding him. Mostly warmth, but a tad of embarrassment.

If only Ice and Goose were here to see this.

“He sure did. And tonight I wanna take him and I down memory lane. So ladies and gentlemen, this is for anyone who’s lost that lovin’ feeling.”

Words couldn’t describe what Pete felt listening to Y/n sing, ‘You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling.’ Maya and Ronnie provided the back up vocals, harmonizing with Y/n during the chorus. The entire time she sang Y/n was swaying and keeping her body faced to the section Pete was at. The two connected eyes at times, lost in each other’s gaze causing the two to feel the love radiate one another.

She sounded so beautiful. Of course it was well known Y/n was very versatile with her music and voice. She could take it high and low, mellowing out for a slow tune. There was a lot of soul in her and the band, which is not surprising since they starting in Atlanta. They grew up on blues, jazz, and classic rock. Inspired by the greats like Billie Holiday, B.B King, Janis Joplin, Elvis, Little Richard, and the Mama’s & Papas.

Pete cheered the loudest in their group when the song came to end, whistling along with Rooster. Y/n blew him a kiss, “Never lose that lovin’ feeling with me, honey.”

Not too long after it came time for the final number. “Imma need ‘Dirty Diana’ for this one,” Y/n announced, moving to the middle of the stage where the mic stand was. A crew member appeared from the side, handing over a neon green Fender Stratocaster. She pulled the strap over her shoulder, “Los Angeles, as we come to tonight’s closing I want you to know you all have, without a doubt, been the best crowd ever. L.A, you know how to bring the energy and we can’t thank you enough for what a blast it’s been playing for you all. What a way to end our tour—can’t believe it’s already over, but fear not…we’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

Evan, Maya, Ronnie, and Danny all say a few words, then they all thank their managers, crew, friends, and family for allowing them to put on a great show. Lastly they thank the fans in an tearfelt speach, finishing it off telling everyone to have a safe journey back home and to keep rockin n rolling. Y/n closes it out with, “Los Angeles sing this last one with us. It’s been a long way to the top,” the screams got louder, “but worth every damn second.”

Staples Center erupted, Y/n letting her hands work magic on the guitar as she played the opening riff of ‘It’s A Long Way To The To (If You Wanna Rock ‘N’ Roll) .’ Then Evan came in his riffs followed by Danny’s drums. Maya and Y/n banged their head together, leaning toward one as they feed off each other’s energy.

“Oh shit!” Payback whistled, shaking his shoulder along to the beat. This was a song he used to dance to in college with his buddies. It brought back memories for the pilot, nostalgia filling him just like it was to many in the crowd.

“Ridin’ down the highway. Goin’ to a show. Stop in all the byways. Playin’ rock ‘n’ roll.”

“Gettin’ robber, gettin’ stoned, gettin’ beat up. Broken-boned. Gettin’ had, gettin’ took. I’ll tell you, folks, it’s harder than it looks.”

Pretty much everyone shouted the lyrics in the chorus, one of the most recognizable ones in music history.

“It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ‘n’ roll!”

It went crazy during Y/n’s solo that had all the pilot’s, minus Mav & Rooster, jaws drop. The entire show she hadn’t played the guitar much save for maybe two songs, but it was not to the absolute greatness she was displaying now. Evan guitar solos were off the chain, as were Danny’s drums. Then they had Ronnie tearing it up on the keys with Maya crowning herself the queen of the bass. The voice of the band, Y/n showed she was as talented with the instrument as she was putting lyrics to paper and belting them out for her heart’s desire.

They truly were one of the greatest rock bands to exist.

Even after the song ended they were going hard on the instruments, finishing the show with a literally bang. Lights were flashing, every single person on their feet, Danny and Evan hitting one last solo and instilling the moment as one for the history books.

“Thank you, Los Angeles!! We’ll see you next time! Good night and keep on rockin’!!”

11:58 pm, two blocks away at Melvin’s Planet Enterprise Bar

“Feels like deja vu,” Y/n laughed, dancing with Pete to the tune of ‘When Doves Cry’ in the familiar bar. Though it had a new name and owner, it still gave the same effect as it did in 1989. This time, however, there were posters of Y/n & the Romantics, one of which was signed and framed just above the jukebox playing classic hits and even some of theirs.

Y/n had changed out of her clothes again, wearing black jeans and tank top with a blue leather jacket that had studs and chains attached to the sides. Her makeup had been touched up, hair pulled in a ponytail. It was almost comical how the scene was just like that night in ‘89 with blue strobe lights shining down on them, making her look illuminated.

The dagger squad were in their own little world, dancing and drinking with each other and the band’s crew members. Jake was getting along quite well with someone from Y/n’s glam team, Nat chatting with a member of the security. Then there was Coyote dancing with the oldest daughter of Maya and Evan. They had rented out the place after the show, everyone hauling ass to celebrate the end of the tour. All grown up, the children of the Romantics could enjoy the night as well, not having to worry about being underage now that the youngest of the bunch had turned 21 the previous month.

When they arrived the party was in full blast, Rooster pulling Y/n to the dance floor to share a dance. Then they duetted ‘Great Balls of Fire,’ with him on the piano. Everyone sang at the top of their lungs. Pete held Y/n, head banging with her at the ‘Mine! Mine! Mine!’ bit and sneaking kisses during, ‘kiss me, baby!’

When her feet started to hurt from standing, Y/n sat in Pete’s lap and nursed a cocktail while they chatted with Hondo and Ronnie’s wife. Over in a corner Bob was on the phone with his family after his sister saw Phoenix’s instagram story, “You saw Y/n & the Romantics tonight!?! How the hell did you manage to get tickets—they were sold out!”

“Uhh….you remember my instructor from that mission awhile back? Turns out he’s marrried to Y/n L/n.”

“WHAT!?! Pete Mitchell was your instructor!?” Bob swore his mother about went into cardiac arrest, screaming when Y/n appeared on screeen after he politely asked if she would mind saying hello to his mother. The rockstar of course said yes, she loved interacting and meeting supporters. They were the reason she got to live her dream. Bob nearly cried seeing his mother in tears, overcome with emotion at the fact she was meeting her favorite singer of all time. After the call ended Y/n gave the WSO a tour program she had all the members sign, “give this to your momma for me. Tell her I hope to see her on the next tour.”

The dagger squad were literally becoming Y/n’s adoptive children by the second. Mickey couldn’t believe he got her to do a tiktok with him, then she had a shot of tequila with Reuben. As Nat danced the woman hyped her up with Maya and she had a semi dance off with Javy. Throughout the night stories were told about meeting Princess Diana in 1995, playing in New York on New Year’s Eve of 1999, the Super Bowl, and their iconic performance at the first MTV video music awards in 1984. They were like children gathered by the Christmas tree listening to her read a book. All they could think was how cool she was and the fact the band had truly changed the world of music over their spand of 40 years.

Prince’s iconic ‘When Doves Cry’ started to play just before midnight and it was like slow motion for the rockstar, moving to her husband who was already staring at her with the same expression. Now they really were back in 1989.

“It does,” Mav beamed at his wife, the song hitting it’s second verse. “Only thing missing are the cameras flashing, Ice and Slider sending me a thumbs up, and jealous looks from patrons.” His words make her giggle, throwing her head back slightly.

“Ice is definitely giving you a thumbs up with Goose,” her voice turns soft, stroking the side of his neck, “Bradley’s got his phone out. No doubt videoing us as I speak. He knows how significant this song is.”

“Remind me to have him send me it,” he tells her, dipping her suddenly causing her to squeal. Lips press to her cheek when he pulls her back up.

“Wanna know something though, hot stuff?”

“What?”

The light hitting her eyes shows off the mischief matching her smirk, “This time ‘round, you won’t just be getting a kiss goodnight. You actually get to take me home.” Thank god the lighting hid the color of his face, otherwise she would get a good look at how red it was.

It didn’t stop her from seeing the smile however, Mav shaking his head playfully. He didn’t have to reply for her to know what he was thinking. Just his laugh was enough.

As the clock stuck midnight, Y/n brought him into a sweet kiss, “Happy Birthday, Pete. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Thank you.”

The rest of the night was filled with celebration, not just for the epic end of the tour and impending induction as Rock ‘N’ Roll hall of famers, but also the life of the Navy’s most famous pilot. Until it came time to leave, not a single minute was wasted in having the best night of their lives.

All of which happened because two souls decided to go to the same bar after a concert. One a spectator, the other the performer. Both who made names of themselves in their own right, embedding their legacy forever for generations to come. It took a hell of a time to do it, but as one knows….it’s a long way to the top you wanna rock ‘n’ roll.

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Hands Off My Wife

Pairing: Shayna Baszler x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,536

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A/N: This was requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the feeling of an arm draped across your body. You turned your head only to see your wife Shayna.

You smiled at how peaceful she looked asleep. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You jumped at the sound of her raspy voice. She chuckled, running her fingers through your hair. "We gotta hit the gym today."

You groaned, tucking your face in her neck. "Oh no, you're not going back to sleep, come on." Shayna got out of bed, waiting for you. "Come on, babe." You shook your head, pulling the blanket over your face.

Shayna let out a breath before walking over and throwing the blanket off you, picking you up, over her shoulder and to the closet.

"Put me down!" Shayna complied with a smile. "Put gym clothes on and meet me downstairs." Shayna grabbed sorts and sports bra before heading downstairs. You picked out leggings and a sports bra and changed before going downstairs.

Shayna was standing at the door with two cups of smoothies and a mini gym bag. "You ready?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Well I don't have a choice, do I?" Shayna laughed at how annoyed you sounded. "You'll be alright. The faster we get done, the more time we have for breakfast." You both hopped in the car and drove to the gym.

When you walked in you saw many of your fellow coworkers working out. Tonight was Money In The Bank night, so you already know it's gonna be hectic. "Imma go strength." You informed Shayna, taking a mat. "Okay, I'm at the punching bag." She kissed your cheek and left off with her gloves.

You set the mat down and began stretching in yoga poses such as Triangle pose, Mountain pose, and Low Lunge, but when you got to the famous Downward Dog pose, you could feel eyes on you. The sound of a cat call made your head snap back.

"Woah, your ass looks so big in those leggings." Your face scrunched in disgust at Sonya Deville's comment. "Deville leave me alone and go back to what you were doing."

You and Sonya have an 'interesting' history. You used to date her back in the NXT days, and even were childhood friends, but when she cheated on you and betrayed you, you knew there was no more friendship, but you didn't let history stop you from doing your job.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't help, but see how good you looked. I had to come over!" You nodded your head, biting your lip. "Yep, now you can go." You continued posing, breathing in and out. Sonya had her hands on her hips, waiting for attention, but it never came.

"So Y/n, how's you and Shayna doing?" You ignored her, still focusing on your stretches. "Oh, come on now, Y/n. Don't ignore me." Sonya felt annoyed that you ignored her. "Y/n!" It felt like the whole gym got silent as people looked over at the two of you.

"Sonya why are you-" Before you could finish your sentence, Shayna's loud voice stopped you. "Aye Deville, get away from my girl." You looked at Shayna, watching as she took her gloves off. "Babe. It's okay, we were just talking." Sonya smirked. "Yeah, talking. Anyways, I'll see you later, Y/n."

She winked at you and left. "That bitch-" Shayna was ready to chase after her, but you held her hand. "No Shay, let's just continue training." She gave one last glance at the door and trained with you. The rest of your gym time was uninterrupted.

Now skip to later on in the night and it was show time. Even though you weren't gonna be participating in MITB, you and a match against Zoey Stark. There was loud chattering and laughing as you were fixing your makeup. The locker room was shared by all girls.

You felt arms wrap around your waist. "Hey babe, you look beautiful tonight." A blush formed on your cheeks as you smiled at Shayna's compliment. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Shayna playfully rolled her eyes, jabbing your side. "Are you excited for tonight?" Shayna nodded her head. "Oh yeah, I can't wait to see you win against Zoey. I'm getting tired of her."

You agreed. "Yeah she thinks just because Trish is with her that she's the best." Shayna was about to say something, but her phone rang. She looked at the message with a frown. "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't watch your match tonight. Vince and Triple H need me for a meeting."

You didn't hide the pout that formed on your face. "I promised we'll watch it when we get home." You smiled. "Good luck kiss?" She kissed your lips and left the locker room.

Just as you finished up your hair Liv Morgan called out. "Y/n, you're up." You stood up and smiled at everyone wishing you good luck and telling you to beat Zoey's ass.

The match played out well and fans were loving it. You and Zoey sold the moves great. You were about to hit your finisher, but the sound of Sonya's music distracted you. You watched as she came out walking down the ramp, smiling.

With you being distracted Zoey took the opportunity and punched you. She kicked you repeatedly to the point where the referee pulled her off. While she argued with the referee Sonya came to you, holding out gold brass knuckles.

"Hit her." You shook your head no, pushing her hand away. You got back up fighting, but with your body weak, she took over, throwing you into the turnbuckle. The referee came to check up on you. "Get outta here!"

Zoey yelled to Sonya who stood outside the ring. "Did you hear me? I said get-" Sonya punched Zoey square in the face with the brass knuckles, making her fall. You quickly picked her up and hit your finisher.

The 3 count came by fast as your hand was held up in victory. Sonya came in taking the referee's place, but not for long. You snatched your wrist out her hold and left the ring. Sonya followed you backstage, calling your name. "Y/n, Y/n stop running!"

You turned around at her. "Sonya, I don't wanna talk to you. I'm hot, sweaty, and my body is sore." She didn't say anything else as you went to the locker room. You instantly hit the shower, sighing in relief as you felt the hot water loosen up your tense muscles.

As you washed your body, you looked near the door to see Sonya standing there with a smirk on her face. "What the fuck, Sonya get out!" Sonya had a smile on her as she looked at you up and down. "Goddamn you look even better than when we were together."

You tried covering up yourself. "Get out!" You could hear the commotion of girls telling her to leave, but Sonya ignored them, looking at you. "I bet Shayna doesn't satisfy you like I did. Maybe we can run it back one last time." She was fully clothed, but before she could step foot in the shower, she was brutally attacked from the back.

Her body flew into the wall as the attacker beat her down. You then caught a glimpse of Shayna throwing her towards the right we're all the other girls were. "You wanna touch my wife, huh?"

As fast as you could, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body. "Shayna stop, leave her alone!" It was almost like Shayna couldn't hear your voice as she punched Sonya's face in. Other girls feared to step forward, not wanting to get beat by the former UFC boxer.

You know you couldn't get her even if you tried, but luckily, Ronda came in. "What the hell- Shayna get off her." Ronda tackled her, pinning her down on the ground. "Everyone get out!" Ronda warned, watching everyone leave including Sonya.

"Let me go! She needs to learn to keep her hands off my wife!" Shayna struggled against Ronda's hold. "You can let her go, Ronda." Ronda let her go slowly. "I'll let you guys talk." She didn't waste time leaving you both.

"Baby, you need to calm down." Shayna looked at you with wide eyes. "Calm down? What do you mean 'calm down'? My wife's ex-girlfriend came in here and was about to touch you naked in the shower!"

You came to her, putting your hands on her shoulders. "I understand. I would be mad if someone came in and saw you too, but you need to remember where we are. You can't just go around beating up everyone who looks at me."

Shayna stayed quiet. "I know you're mad, but chill out. I don't want her anymore. What we had was in the past, you're my future." You kissed her cheek, trying to loosen her tense body up. "Come, let's go take a shower together. I'm sure the girls won't be here for a couple more minutes."

Shayna broke out her mad mood with a smile. "Such a dirty girl." You grabbed her hand and led her to the shower.

#shayna baszler #shayna baszler fluff #shayna baszler angst #shayna baszler imagine #shayna baszler x reader #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

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jellifysh · 1 year

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Fake Love (part 2)

Or, Your Boyfriends Are Always There for You, and Always Have Been. Right?

OT7 x reader (soft yandere! bts x reader, amnesia au, heavy manipulation, dark fluff, the boys love you they’re just insane about it, ur family sucks sorry, more mentions of injuries and hospitals, I don’t actually know how hospitals works so I’m making this all up <3)

A/N: dam I really went three months w/o updating that’s crazy omggg y’all I’m so sorry,, I had the planning for this just sitting here for months but I’m actually not sure where I’m going with this story imma be fr,, it’s gonna be a happy ending and morally grey (as all my stories tend to be for some reason) but for the most part it’s just gonna be fluff :) enjoy <333

You floated on the edge of consciousness, feeing hands stroking through your hair. Stretching out your body, slowly “So beautiful.” A voice said, hush as a strand of hair was brushed back from your face. You shifted a little, then blinked open your eyes, shutting them again as the sun hit them too soon.

“Aw, too bright? I’ll close them, darling, don’t worry.” Jin cooed, moving to close the curtains securely. You sat up slowly, their eyes on you as you got your bearings, slowly blinking and rubbing sleep off your face, then laughing to yourself in disbelief as you looked around. The members had gathered in various spots around your bed, Jungkook was playing with your hair, Jimin had been brushing a hand across your cheek, and the rest gazed at you, fondness in your eyes. You wondered how many time you had woken up like this in the past—well, minus the hospital bed.

“I almost thought you all were a dream.” You quietly admitted, awe creeping into your sleepy tone.

“Not a dream, nabi. This is real.” Taehyung said, a bit of awestruckness in his voice as well, leaning down to link pinkies with you. You giggled, wrapping your pinky around his tightly, marveling at the way your hands seemed to fit so well together.

“And we got you a present.” Namjoon smiled, holding a bag out to you. Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you took it with the hand not holding Taehyung’s, looking around at all of them for a clue to what was inside. “Just open it, love.” He chided, gently. You stuck your hand inside, reaching past tissue paper and pulling out a sleek, rectangular device.

“It’s a new phone!” Jin cheered from his spot on the right of your bedside. “And we set it up for you already, just to make sure you wouldn’t have any extra stress.” You examined the phone, holding the weight in your hand without turning it on yet, getting used to the new features.

“Wow, this is, I mean, this has to be the latest model, I can’t have this.” You shook your head, their generosity almost overwhelming. You knew from experience that phones like this were not cheap. Even if they were one of the most famous groups in the world, they didn’t need to spend their wealth on you. You placed it back in the bag, holding it back out to them, though none of them moved to take it from you.

It was Yoongi that spoke up then, warmth and intensity swimming in his deep eyes as he looked directly into yours. “You can have that and so much more.” He said, no sign of humor in his tone as he insisted. “We want to treat you, please, please let us.” You looked at him, half-surprised by the honesty and half-touched, your arm slowly pulling the bag back as you realized he really meant it, the rest of their faces reflecting the same seriousness.

“I don’t even know what to say. I— Thank you.” You finally said, looking down at the phone again to avoid their intense gazes.

“Don’t thank us yet. We are far from done.” Hoseok smiled brightly, and as you looked up, smiling back, the room felt lighter.

“We spoke to the doctors while you were asleep,” Namjoon started, “They want to keep you for a bit more monitoring for today, just to make sure everything’s in order before they release you, but you’ll be discharged by the end of the day. We can drive you back your apartment and you can settle back in at home. But…” his sentence drifted off as he cast a worried look towards the window.

“But what?” You asked, starting to get concerned yourself, siting up a bit straighter in your bed.

“Well,” Namjoon continued, tone full of weariness. “We can’t stay much longer, love. We have to be back in Korea soon, we dropped everything to come to you but, we have a lot planned that we have to start on real soon. If you stay here, we can’t stay and help you recover. Do you have anyone to stay with you?”

You probably didn’t, you realized slowly, almost deflating at the thought of it. In the few days you’ve been in the hospital only they came to visit you. And if you’re on the same terms with your family as you used to be, they likely won’t want to care for you. You could get some sort of stay at home nurse, or stay in the hospital to be taken care of, but that would be money. Money you didn’t have.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I’d need to make some calls.” You responded weakly, mindlessly moving your hand to fully hold Taehyung’s, not noticing the way his face brightened. “When do you leave?”

“At most, in four days.” Jimin replied despondently.

“Four?” You repeated in shock. “But that’s so soon.”

They nodded solemnly, letting you think it over in silence. You took a moment to think with the new information, trying to ignore the way your heart sank at the thought of them leaving. Did you want them to stay? It’d be weird wouldn’t it? Latching on so quickly to them when you don’t really know them? But you do, you reminded yourself. They wouldn’t be here if you didn’t mean something to them. Surely you can trust them?

Jin broke the silence, his hand gently caressing your leg that wasn’t in a cast. “Let’s not think about it now, hmm? No reason to stress.” He suggested with a warm smile. “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

You shook your head no, expression clearing up as you chose to forget for a moment.

“Then we’ll get you something to eat, and you can have the whole day to think. How about that?” Hoseok asked, and you nodded.

“I am kind of hungry.” You agreed, though that was an understatement. You were starving, you were thirsty, you were exhausted although all you did was lay down, and you just wanted to be out of the hospital already.

Jimin perked up, moving towards the door. “I’ll get you some food, pretty, don’t even worry about it.” He said, brimming with excitement as he exited.

Taehyung rushed after him, a competitive fire lit behind his eyes. “I’ll get you better food!”

Jungkook shot up from his seat, hastily putting on his jacket, rushing to the door as well. “I’ll get all your favorites, noona!”

And with that, they left in a whirlwind and Namjoon sighed, a tired smile on his face as he turned to you. “I should probably go with them.” You nodded, understanding, and he exited as well, waving at you as he left.

“Now,” Hoseok announced as the room quieted. “Let’s show our princess how to use her new phone!” He cheered, him and Jin excitedly raving about all the cool features of the phone and stuff you could do with it and Yoongi chided them to give you some space.

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After the other boys returned with way more food than you could possibly eat in one day—Jungkook was right, he did get you all your favorites— and did a lot more laughing than was probably safe for you to do with bandages wrapped around your ribs, you felt the mood of the room slowly winding down, the boys exchanging glances as Namjoon kept texting someone frantically on his phone.

“Is everything alright?” You asked hesitantly, but by the look Namjoon gave you, you could already tell it wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, love, we have to go.” Namjoon replied. He had slipped into calling you love today and as you heard it more, you minded it less and less. Maybe it’s because it’s what he used to call you? A part of your mind must remember being with them, it was too easy with them, after all, they knew too much about you.

“Do we have to?” Jungkook whined and Namjoon frowned, nodding at him.

“The company wants to speak with us immediately over the phone about… our plans going forward.” He said, casting a glance to you out of the corner of his eye.

“We can’t leave her alone.” Yoongi argued.

“One of us should stay with her. I volunteer.” Taehyung stood up, only to get pushed back into his seat.

“You sit down.” Jin playfully scolded. “I’ll stay with her.”

“No fair!”

“Hush, I’m older than you.”

“You sure, hyung?” Namjoon asked, standing as everyone began to gather their things.

“I’m sure we’ll be alright. I’ll have her discharged and drive her to her apartment.” Jin turned to you. “If that’s alright with you?”

You twiddled your thumbs, a feeling of numbness coming over you at the thought of them leaving. “Um, sure. Can’t stay in the hospital forever, I guess.”

After that it was a blur of events, the boys all went to the front desk with you to check out and escorted you to the car in your brand new wheelchair. You tried to cheer yourself up mentally, but the heavy cast on your leg and the layers and layers of bandages on your arms and ribs made it hard to stay optimistic.

You were lifted into the car by Jungkook, the boys all fussing over you as they helped you with your seatbelt and getting comfortable in the chair. As you tuned out their squabbling, you found yourself shaking at the thought of being in a car again after your last accident. You blinked, then blinked again, the feeling of a car quickly accelerating, then even more quickly stopping as the feeling of slamming into something and flying through the air filled your body and you were breathing heavy, hard, and fast and—

“Y/N?”

You gasped, eyes fluttering open. You were still in the parking lot. The car hadn’t even started moving. You looked around at their concerned faces. You floundered for something to say, settling on, “Sorry, I’m just… a bit tired, I guess.”

They exchanged a long look with each other that you tried to ignore, not wanting to know if they pity you. “Of course, I’ll make sure you rest once you’re home.” Jin replied.

“Don’t worry, noona, we’ll be back with you soon. Just relax and enjoy being home again.” Jungkook said, trying to force a positive tone but you could hear the worry.

“Thanks, I’ll try.” You smiled, sure it looked stained, and they closed the door, Jin pulling out of the parking lot and driving to your apartment almost on autopilot, him not once asking you where you lived.

You looked out the window as he drove. You recognized certain parts of the city of course, places you’d been all your life, but when he turned down the street to your apartment building and parked in the lot, you had no recollection of ever being there.

“Is this… where I live?”

Jin smiled at you, brief and sad. “Yeah, we figured you may not remember it. You only moved here about a year ago.”

You sighed, frustrated with not knowing anything, staring up at the tall building through the windshield.“How are we supposed to get in if I don’t even remember living here?”

You heard a jingle to your left, looking over at Jin as he held up a key ring. “That’s what I’m here for, jagi. You gave us a spare key in case we were ever in town.” He chuckled, looking wistfully at the apartment as if gazing upon a memory. “I remember you were so excited to move in here. You danced around your room all night, it was adorable.”

You laughed, “Yup, that sounds like me alright.”

Jin looked over at you, and you looked back at him, stupid smiles on both your faces. You sat in the calm quiet moment, basking in the peace you felt with him as warmth filled your chest. Jin spoke quietly, gently breaking the moment. “I’ll help you into your chair.

Entering the actual apartment was strange. It was familiar and warm but at the same time, you remembered nothing about the actual layout. You remember your furniture—the couch you dragged from your mom’s house to every apartment you had ever lived in, the throw pillows you’d had since you were a teenager, the Polaroids you’ve taken of yourself in cool locations and posters of your favorite bands, BTS included— but memories of living there were gone.

“This poster’s always been my favorite.” Jin commented, and you turned your head to see him standing next a poster of himself, copying the pose he was making in the photo.

You chuckled, “I pulled that from an album, I forget which one.”

“Wings,” he replied automatically. You turned to look at him, suprised how quickly he answered, and he continued, “I remember my hairstyle.” He joked, making you giggle.

You continued looking around, noticing dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, a laundry basket next to the machine overflowing with clothes. “I left this place such a mess.”

“Don’t you worry about that, I’ll clean up for you. Here lemme help you lie down and rest.”

Jin helped into your bed, the unfamiliar object conforming to your body perfectly, and you snuggled up against the blankets, almost comfortable enough to ignore the rigid cast on your leg. After that, he began fretting over the apartment, picking up and arranging things, folding clothes, and moving into the rest of the apartment to wash laundry, dishes and pick up the living room.

Brushing past the disbelief that international superstar Kim Seok Jin was cleaning up your living room, you used the free time to acclimate to your new phone.

Tapping the screen to turn it on, you were greeted with a wallpaper of Jimin, Tae and Jungkook making funny faces at the camera, as well as about 20 new messages from a group chat with the members that you had already been added to. You smiled to yourself, but skipped past talking to them just yet, familiarizing yourself with the functions and settings.

After a while, you started to set up your email, having to reset your password to get in, and find out what you missed in the short time you had been away and maybe get a hint of what you were doing before. Once you finally managed to get in, you were met with a bunch of emails from your landlord on being behind on your rent, and an email from your job to tell you that you had been terminated. Looking over the contact information in the email, you dialed the number to try and bargain for your job.

“I just don’t understand, if I worked for you I must have some paid time off, or maybe even some sort of medical exemption, I mean, I can give you hospital bill, I swear I was just incapacitated— I didn’t even know I had this job until today, this isn’t fair.” You pleaded.

The voice over the phone repeated the same thing they had been telling you for the last five minutes. “I’m sorry, Ms.L/n but we can’t make an exception, you didn’t show up for three days in a row and no one informed us of why and you being injured and having lost your memory makes us even less inclined to hire you back. Thank you for your work with us but we can’t hire you back.”

You stammered, “You can’t make a single exception? I can relearn—I can work for a couple weeks without pay, I just— as far as I know, this is my only job, this is what I depend on.”

The person over the phone seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering resolutely. “I’m sorry again, I— we can’t hire you again. Have a good day.”

And with that the line went dead. You huffed, getting the contact information for your landlord to see if there some way you could hold off on paying rent until you had a better financial standing, hoping for better luck.

“I’m so sorry to hear that you had been in the hospital, honey, but I still need my money and I really don’t think you’re in any place to give it to me.” The landlord stated, unyielding in her decision.

“I… could figure something out…” you protested weakly, unsure of how exactly you would do that.

“You’re a lovely person and you’ve been a great tenant, but you’ve been behind on your payments too many times and this is my last straw, I’m sorry. I’m evicting you if you can’t pay this months rent.”

“What? I— what if what to break the lease? Can I just move out?”

“You still have to pay this month’s rent, and the two months still left in your lease.”

You sighed, heavy and weary. “I… I understand, I’ll call you back when I figure something out.”

“Okay, have a good day.”

“As if anyone could ever have a good day after news like that.” You muttered to yourself. You sat there, thinking to yourself for a moment with your finger hovering over the contacts, before hesitantly clicking it. The boys hadn’t added your mothers number, and there was probably a good reason—last you remember you weren’t on good terms and you doubt that changed, but you figured you may as well check in. If the boys were leaving soon you needed to know if someone could take care of you, and your mom was your last hope. You knew her number by heart, not that she ever really picked up half the time.

After three rings, the line picked up. “Hello?” An annoyed voice asked.

“Hi, mom, I—“

“You again? Listen, whatever crazy story you have to tell me now, I’m sick of it. You’ve always been an attention seeker and I’m done with you. First, you tell me your angel of a sister is ‘horrible’ to you, then you say you’re ‘too stressed’ at school in the career you chose, then you make up some crazy story about people following you. What do you want me to do? I’m one person, not your therapist!”

“I— I just called to say I got into a car accident and I’m in a cast—“

“Oh really?” She replied skeptically.

You felt frustrated enough to cry. “Yes, why don’t you ever believe me? I need someone to take care of me and I cant—“

“You’ll be fine, stop whining to me you’re a grown woman, I finished raising after you turned 18, now for once in your life, act your age.” She spat out, hanging up before you could get another word in.

As you sat in the silence, the only sounds coming from the gentle clinking of dishes in the kitchen, you fought the urge to laugh. What were you thinking calling your mother? As if she’d ever care about you. As if she’d listened to a thing you ever said. She hates your guts and at this point you hated hers. Nothing in your life ever managed to go right. As you buried your face in your hands, images began to flash behind your eyes. A tall building, getting out the passenger seat of an unfamiliar car, bringing a tray of coffee to someone, smiling, laughing, sitting at a desk.

You gasped, opening your eyes, and frantically wiping the tears away. Work, you remembered, those were memories of work. You… were an assistant to… someone? You closed your eyes again trying to focus on the fleeting memories but to no avail, nothing but glimpses and fogginess filled your mind. You huffed, frustrated yet again. It seemed like you’d always been frustrated but now yet with all of it hitting you full force, you just wanted to curl up in your blankets and cry for hours.

A knock on your open door showed Jin pushing inside your room with a basket of freshly dried laundry. “Your clothes are so cute, I—“ he halted, noticing the distress in your body language. “Jagi, what happened?” He asked, moving to your side and placing the clothes basket down next to your dresser.

“I’m just stressed.” You sniffed pathetically, not knowing what else to say.

“What do you mean? Why are you stressed?” Jin asked, starting to fold up the clothes neatly and place them in the drawers.

“Well, I was on the phone with my job. I had a job before the accident, obviously, I had a whole apartment, but I got fired and was thinking about it and I… remembered.” Jin stopped in his movements, hands frozen in their motion of folding a shirt in half.

“I can’t remember anything else, but I remember I worked at an office as an assistant.” You continued, not noticing the way Jin had gone deathly still. You clasped your hands, staring out the window as you thought. Bits and pieces of carrying coffee, filing paperwork, boring monotonous office life came to your mind, but frustratingly nothing else. Not your boss’s name, not the company you worked at, not even the color of the desk you sat at. “I’m just stressed because there’s so much I don’t remember. The world didn’t stop just because I don’t remember how it used to spin. There’s people expecting me to come to work, to pay my bills, and I don’t even remember who they are! I didn’t even remember you—“ Jin cupped your face, wiping away tears you didn’t realize started falling again.

“Darling, don’t worry about that, none of that matters right now, okay? I want you to focus on recovering and making sure you’re eating and drinking enough.” He paused, hesitantly continuing on to say, “And, if you really want, we can get our people to try and recover any missing information— with your permission of course— just past texts, voicemails, maybe, stuff that might help you… remember.” Jin finished cautiously, looking in your eyes for a sign of approval.

“You would do that for me?” You asked hopefully. At this point, you would take whatever help you could get.

“If it would take a burden off your shoulders, I would do anything.” Jin murmured softly and reassuringly, the warmth in his gaze melting into your bones.

You sighed again, but this time with relief. “That’s be so great. I feel so horrible, I’m basically useless—“

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, darling, we’d be happy to take care of everything you need for the rest of your life if you wanted. If it were up to us, you’d never lift another finger.” He winked, booping your nose as he moved to folding clothes.

“You don’t really mean that. You’d get tired of me eventually.” You argued.

“You don’t know just how much you mean to us, sweetheart. You could stay here forever if you wanted to, or if you wanted we’d get you a nicer place, an island with a private beach even. Anything.” He turned to look at you again, nothing but fondness in his eyes. “You won’t ever stress again if we can help it, I promise. Relax, and we’ll take care of everything for you, okay?”

You sighed, too tired to object. “Okay.” You blinked heavily, a soft smile coming over Jin’s face.

“You tired, honey? Feel free to sleep, I’ll be right here.” He reached over, patting your hand.

You held it, eyes fluttering. “Okay.” You mumbled sleepily. “Don’t leave.”

“Never.” He whispered.

“Jin,” you started.

“Yes?”

“I’ll come with you guys. I’ll go to Korea.”

“Really?”

You nodded, eyes closing, unable to see the satisfied smile that had come over Jin’s face.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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You Better Call Becky With the Good Hair

AN: Loveee this one 🤭😏

Synopsis: You have a decision to make when you find out your longtime husband has been cheating on you for the past three months.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my treacherous twin @harlowsbby 😘💕

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You had been keeping close tabs on how your husband had been acting.

For the past three months to be exact.

Plenty of times you would pretend that you were sleeping and noticed that Jack would check to see if you were "sleeping" before immediately grabbing his phone and keys and would leave the house or he would go into the bathroom and be in there for hours.

You truly did not want to believe that Jack would do anything to mess up your marriage, but the amount of evidence that you had was beginning to pile up and he was looking more and more guilty with every day that had passed.

"Babe, where are you going?" You curiously asked. Bottom line was that you missed your husband, but he was obviously occupied with spending his time with someone else.

"Just out to that new club that just opened. Urban and Sunni are going to."

"Okay." You replied not even putting up a fight which Jack was surprised by.

"Okay? Not putting up much of a fight tonight."

"Well am I supposed to? You're a grown ass man that can do what you want."

"Oh really? But you've been giving me shit lately every time I want to hang out with someone who isn't you."

"I'm not arguing with you. If you don't want to spend time with your wife, that's on you."

Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Here we fucking go."

"Did I lie? It's like you don't even want to be bothered with me anymore."

"Baby! That is not true. I promise this weekend that I'm all yours. No interruptions. My phone will be off. Just me and you. Can you hold out until then, pretty girl?" Jack asked you and you sighed before finally nodding your head.

Jack leaned down to kiss you before he gave you his famous smile.

"I love you." Jack whispered to you and your foreheads were touching.

"I love you too. Have fun."

"I'll be back before you know it."

Once you had heard the door close and Jack pull out of the driveway, you immediately grabbed your phone to text your two best friends, Luna and Lav.

You- Plan is a go. He just left.

Lav- What’s the plan again?

Luna- LAV! Keep up! We’re trying to catch Jack cheating! We already know that’s what he’s been doing and we just need proof

Lav- Oh, okay. I’ll be ready in 20 and come get the both of you

Luna- So we can put an end to this shit for good. Now Y/N, what are you going to do when you actually do see him?

You- I hadn’t thought that far yet

Lav- So we out here just winging it?

You- I have to catch him in the act first and then we’ll go from there

Lav- Imma kick his ass

Luna- Count me in too

The three of you made your way into the club about an hour after Jack had originally left the house and knew that Jack would be somewhere near the V.I.P. area which was towards the back.

Big homie better hold up (Hold up)

Me and my whoadies 'bout to roll up (Roll up)

I say my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (Stroll up)

They comin' through the back door

You weaved through sweaty bodies and it took you less than five minutes to spot him in the corner with a girl grinding all over him. Next thing you knew, Jack had grabbed her and had passionately kissed her and she was eagerly kissing him back with his wedding ring glistening against the light teasing you.

“No the fuck he didn’t.” Lav exclaimed while looking at the scene in front of her.

“Oh yes the fuck he did and obviously Urban, Sunni and the rest of PG knew because they’re literally standing around him like this is fucking normal.” Luna added before she peered over at you.

Just then you and Urban made eye contact and his eyes went wide and was immediately nudging Jack who then looked up in your direction.

All you did was shake your head and turn around to make your way out of the club and you briefly heard both Lav and Luna yelling at Jack and attempting to stop him from coming after you.

You felt trapped and as if you couldn’t breathe.

Once you had gotten outside you leaned against the side of the building and just let the tears fall.

Only a minute passed before you felt a presence behind you and you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him for Christmas last year.

“Y/N….” Jack said as he tried to place his hand on your shoulder and you immediately jerked away from him.

“I cannot fucking believe you, but then again I can. I KNEW IT.”

“Baby, just let me explain.”

“What is there to explain, Jack? Like what in the world can you possibly say to me right now that will keep me from kicking your fucking ass?”

“I just…. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Literally the oldest lie in the book. Please tell me you can do better.”

“Y/N, you know I love you.”

“I know that might be true however, you don’t love me enough not to cheat on me so you can go back to your little side piece because this, whatever this was is fucking over.” You said pointing in between the two of you.

“No, babe come on.”

“And the fact that Urban and Sunni knew and didn’t tell me anything?!? And would be covering for you? I fucking knew you were cheating on me.”

“Because you weren’t the wife I needed you to be!”

“So instead of coming to your wife about that you go and fuck someone else?! What sense does that make?!”

This white boy had you fucked all the way up and couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“Every time I would try to talk to you it would start a fucking argument and I got tired of that shit!”

“It would turn into an argument because you always think you’re right all the fucking time when you’re not!”

“Oh? So you aren’t at fault in any of this?”

“JACKMAN! I DIDN’T FUCKING CHEAT YOU DID! AND UNLIKE YOU I’VE BEEN TRYING TO SAVE THIS SHITTY ASS MARRIAGE!”

“What are we saving it for if all we do is argue?!?”

“Oh. Then consider this done. Get your shit out of the house by Monday and I’ll be sure to call my lawyer. I’m getting half of everything.”

“WAIT! Y/N, we can fix this.” Jack exclaimed while trying to grab your hand once more but you simply backed up away from him.

“Didn’t your ass just say that I was to blame because I got cheated on and what are we saving this for if all we do is argue? Keep that same fucking energy. You said that shit with your chest so stick by it. Oh, and don’t come home. You can stay with Urban or Sunni since they were in fucking cahoots with you this entire time.”

Sometimes I regret the day I put this ring on (Get in line)

Looking at my watch he should've been home (Get in line)

He always got them motherfucking excuses (Get in line)

I pray to God you reveal to me what his truth is (Get in line)

Since that night Jack had been continuously blowing up your phone but you weren’t giving him the time of day.

You were too busy trying to keep your sanity intact and trying for your life not to fall apart and you were failing.

Miserably.

There was no doubt in your mind that you truly did love your husband, but how in the world would you be able to come back from this?

Even if you did forgive him and decided to not divorce him, the fear of being cheated on again would sit in the back of your mind and you truly wouldn’t be able to trust him to go anywhere by himself.

And you obviously couldn’t trust Sunni or Urban who had also been blowing up your phone apologizing for not telling you and telling you how miserable Jack was.

He was miserable and he deserved that shit.

You were miserable too but you weren’t going to tell them that so therefore they got ignored right along with Jack.

Just then you heard tiny footsteps and your daughter climbed up into your lap and tightly hugged you.

She could tell that you were sad, but you tried to distract her from asking where her father was and used the obvious excuse that he was working.

“Mommy sad still?”

“Just a little bit, but I’ll be okay. Don’t you worry.” You answered as you kissed the top of her nose and she giggled before smiling at you.

“Daddy home soon?”

And that’s when your heart broke all over again.

You were more hurt at the fact that Jack had no regard for his daughter.

When she got older, she was obviously going to find out what he had done to you and only being 2 and a half, she already worshiped the ground that he walked on and he could do no wrong in her eyes.

He was her hero.

He was yours too, until about three days ago.

You didn’t want her heart to break like yours did.

“He should be bub.”

“Can’t wait!” She exclaimed while going towards her toy box and pulling out a stuffed animal that Jack had gotten for her in Sweden.

A few tears slipped out, but you quickly wiped them away not wanting for her to see.

“Mommy? Markers, please. I want to draw daddy a picture for when he comes home.”

“Sure, bub. Let me get them for you.” You said getting up and going over to the cabinet next to the television in order to get out everything that she needed.

You turned around to see that she was already sitting at her little table and you placed the markers and paper in front of her.

“What are you going to draw for daddy?” You asked while sitting across from her.

“A picture of the three of us. You have to help me mommy to make sure it’s perfect. I want daddy to like it.”

“It’s coming from you so no matter how it comes out, daddy will love it.”

She got the biggest smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Pass me the purple marker please! Daddy loves purple!”

Me and my daughter, we gon' be alright

We gon' live a good life (Good life)

You sat on the deck facing the backyard as you watched Jack play with Amiyah and slowly took in the scene in front of you.

It had been about a month since everything happened and since you didn’t want your daughter to pick up on anything being wrong, you told Jack to come home.

Come home, Amiyah misses you

How fucking ironic

It was extremely awkward between the two of you but you acted like the perfect couple in front of your daughter.

You loved the way she looked up at him when he picked her up and never wanted for that sparkle to leave her eyes.

Making your way back into the house, you decided on ordering pizza not having the energy to make dinner and you realized it was movie night.

It was Amiyah’s turn to choose even though you already knew her answer would be one of three choices. Moana, Encanto, or Princess and the Frog.

You ordered the pizza and got all of Jack and Amiyah’s favorite snacks ready before bringing them into the living room.

As you were carrying the last of it, you heard the back door slide open and the laughter of your husband and daughter.

“Mommy! It’s movie night! We haven't made our pillow fort yet!”

“There’s still time, bub. I just ordered the pizza so we have about 45 minutes until it gets here. Ask daddy to help you.”

“Daddy come on.” She said while pulling him in the direction of the living room.

It was the middle of the Princess and the Frog when you looked down at your daughter who was perched between the two of you and saw how she was fast asleep.

You didn’t want to disturb her as her head was in your lap as her feet were in Jack’s and decided to watch the rest of the movie.

You saw Jack eyeing you but you damn sure weren’t going to say anything first.

“Baby?”

“You know good and damn well you lost the privilege to call me that.”

“Y/N, please. I’m trying here.”

“You wouldn’t have to try if you didn’t do what you did.”

“Think of Amiyah, we want her to grow up in a household with two parents.”

“But not when her parents are miserable.”

“I will literally do anything to fix this and prove to you that I can be the husband you deserve.”

“Jack, I don’t want to talk about this right now. They’re about to meet Mama Odie and I want to sing but I can’t if you’re talking my ear off.”

“Y/N, if not then when?”

I ain't fucking with nobody (Nobody)

Toast to the good life (Good life)

Suicide before you see my tears in my eyes (In my eyes)

“Jack, I’m done crying over you. You chose to do this to us. You put us second and quite frankly, I don’t know if I can forgive you for that right now.”

“Then tell me what to do so that you can forgive me. I can’t live without you or our daughter.”

“You won’t live without us, but you might have to live without us being married.”

Jack went silent as one of your favorite scenes in the movie came on and you began to sing quietly not trying to wake up Amiyah.

When the movie was over, you simply turned to Jack as he made a motion to get up and pick up Amiyah to put her in her room.

He was by the steps when you called out to him and he quickly looked over at you.

“You better call Becky with the good hair because I meant it when I said that this was over between us.”

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staytinyville · 6 months

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Wooyoung

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↣ Summary: You weren’t a starving artist, but you were struggling to come up with the perfect piece after a famous critic commissioned one. When Wooyoung, your boyfriend, had told you he would help to find the missing piece, it leads to something that you would never be able to find without his words.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader

↣ Genre: smut (m), fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: starving artists!reader, supportive bf!wooyung

↣ Word Count: 1.5k

↣ Warnings: mommy kink if you squint, sub!Wooyoung, dacryphilia sorta

↣ A/N: I will be honest and say I tend to write the reader a certain way when it comes to smut. However, I do try to avoid it as much as possible. However, for this one, much like my Hongjoong one, I feel that their emotions are really high to the point where your sexual desire is up there for Wooyoung.

THE EMPRESS

Femininity, beauty, nature, nurturing, abundance

The Empress is a card that represents femininity. Whether you are male or female. You are taping into your emotional side that shows you are much softer than most. It doesn't mean you are a push over. It means that you are someone who knows what they are feeling and how they are feeling.

It also signifies abundance meaning that you are in a point in life where you have what you need. It might not always be there but for the time being you have the resources needed to achieve everything.

There is a lot that this card means, but a majority is when it talks about the side of you that needs to get in touch with your feminine side. Going out into mother earth and getting familiar with nature is something talked about with this card.

III THE EMPRESS

There was something bothering you as you stared at the canvas that seemed to be morally gray. Literally.

“You good?” Your assistant asked you, cleaning up the mess you had left behind. “You've been staring at your painting for a long while.” They told you.

“Yeah.” You sighed, setting your brush down. “I don't know, I feel like it’s missing something.” You answered.

“It looks kind of dull.” They told you, coming to stand next to you.

“Colors, maybe?” You asked them.

“Possibly.” They nodded their head. “Imma head out. See you tomorrow.” They waved to you

“Bye.” You called softly.

Staring at the piece for another hour, you gave up with a groan and decided you were done for the day. The moment you stepped out of your shoes, you felt a relaxing energy flow into you as the scent of dinner seemed to enter your senses. You smiled softly, walking into the kitchen to find your long-term boyfriend finishing up dinner.

“I'm home!” You called out, hoping he had heard you come in.

“Hi, sweetheart!” Wooyoung smiled brightly, coming to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Hi, Woo.” You giggled, kissing his head as he snuggled into your chest. “You didn't have to make dinner.” You pulled him back by his cheeks, watching as they squished together under your palms.

“I wanted to.” He blinked slowly, giving you a grin. “Don't worry.” He waved you off, going back to finishing up what he needed to.

As you watched him plate the food, you took a seat at the dining table, shoulders slumping from the stress that was seeping into your pores. You had told the man that you would cook dinner sometime this week, but the large piece you were working on seemed to be taking up your time. You felt bad for neglecting him, which made tears spring into your eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” Wooyoung suddenly gasped, turning around and wiping at your cheeks as he kneeled in front of you.

“I don't know.” You sniffled, looking down at him. “I feel like I've been neglecting you.” You admitted.

“You could never.” Wooyoung smiled at you. “You've just been too busy with that commission.”

“I'm almost done with it, but I feel like something is missing.” You sighed thinking about it.

“Are you stressing over it?” He asked.

“No.” You shook your head. “I just can't seem to find the right colors.”

“How about I take a look at it tomorrow? Maybe I can help.” The man’s grin made you smile, not wanting to reject his offer if it meant you got to spend more time with him.

“Thanks, Woo.” You spoke softly.

“Anything for my love.” He leaned down to give you a kiss.

The following day, Wooyoung sat in a stool looking over the canvas that seemed to have dark colors. While there were some greens and blues, the hues were washed out and looked too dark or too light.

“It's missing colors.” He immediately told you.

“I know that.” You told him, walking closer. “I just don't know which ones.”

“It's missing your personal touch.” Wooyoung spoke up.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking at his dazed smile.

“You did the painting, but it doesn't look like yours.” He stood up, moving you to stand in front of your canvas.

“You're someone who is nurturing, like the mother dear taking care of her fawn.” He said, looking at the painting from over your shoulder.

“You're free, like the trees that look like they are swaying in the wind. But you're also a natural beauty, like the flowers in the meadow.” You felt him grow closer to you, his front pressed to your back.

“It's missing your personal touch. The you that sets you apart from another painter.” He reached over to whisper in your ear, making you shiver.

You took in a breath, eyes glancing over the painting once more. As you felt Wooyoung’s hands move to your waist and over your hips, a smile began to form on your lips as you finally came to a conclusion of what to do with the rest of the picture.

“Thank you, Wooyoung.” You breathlessly said, turning around in his arms.

Your hands found themselves behind his neck, softly playing with his hair as you dug your fingers into his scalp.

“It's my job to make you see the beauty you have for everything.” He whispered, glancing down at your lips.

“I love you.” You told him, placing your forehead against his.

“I love you, too.” He smiled softly.

You pushed your lips onto his, savoring the slow movements of his kisses. Your body began to grow hot with each passing second as you pressed harder to Wooyoung. And the moment you heard his sweet whines, you felt your nerves vibrate down your body. You had one thing on your mind and one thing only.

If you could paint the way he looked and the way he sounded the moment you pulled away, you would do so in a heartbeat. You pulled Wooyoung along the studio, softly making him sit down on the couch where you would lounge during some of your breaks. He looked up at you with a frown, hands placing themselves onto your thighs.

“What are you doing?” He pouted. “I was supposed to show you what you were missing.”

You laughed softly, leaning down to give him a kiss. “As you said, I am a nurturing mother. Let her take care of her baby boy.”

A whine fell from the back of Wooyoung’s throat, which made you sigh in pleasure. His head was dropped back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he took in shallow breaths through his open mouth. Taking the chance, you softly licked the tip of his lip with your tongue, causing him to twitch as the soft feeling. He licked his lips out of habit.

Before you sat down on his lap, you took off your pants, allowing him to feel the skin of your thighs against his fingertips. You sighed at the warmth that was radiating off him, hips moving back and forth as your body began to feel everything going on around you. Especially on top of Wooyoung.

Wooyoung didn’t have to be told what to do at that point because he knew exactly what you like. His hands wandered up your shirt, rubbing against your sensitive skin. Just as he was doing that, your own fingers pushed themselves into his hair, messaging his scalp.

“Woo.” You spoke breathlessly.

“Tell me what to do.” He whispered against your skin as he placed his lips against your collarbone. “I only want to please you.”

You allowed him to pick you up, setting you down on the couch on your back. He hovered over you, slowly grinding himself into your heat, which had you twitching. As he kept his eyes between the two of you, you had moved to grab a hold of his cheeks, making him look at you.

“You please me more than enough.” You whispered against his lips. “Show me how much you love me.”

“Anything for you.” Wooyoung quickly began to rid himself of his clothing, leaving him bare for you to see.

As he had been taking off his own clothes, you took off the rest of yours allowing the cold air to hit your nipples and make them hard. Wooyoung went back between your legs, crawling up towards your lips to give you more kisses. As his tongue slipped past his mouth to play with yours, your knee jerked up when you felt his hot length against the inside of your thigh.

Your fingers scratched at his back lightly, which made him sigh against your lips. As his hips began to rut against you, he felt that you were slick enough to avoid you being in pain. But still when he felt you rutting your hips against his every time his tip caught against your clit, he kept trying again and again to hit the same spot.

“You’re so perfect.” Wooyoung breathed out, lips moving down to a stiff nipple.

You breathed out, chest puffing outward towards his lips. “I just want my sweet boy to be happy.”

“You make me so happy.” Wooyoung was close to tears at how much pleasure he was feeling just hearing you talk about him. “You treat me so good.”

His hips began to pick up pace. “You wrap around me so perfectly.”

“You get so wet for me. I can’t help but cry when you do.” He choked up a little.

You quickly picked his head off your chest, wiping away at his tears and kissing them away. “You’re such a good boy, Woo.”

He moaned out, falling forward as his orgasm sputtered out of him. You could feel his seed hot on your pelvic bone, so you moved your fingers down to clean it off you. As you did, you brought them up to your mouth and licked them clean.

Wooyoung’s whine made you turn to look at the boy laying on your chest. “You’re perfect.” You whispered against his lips.

“Only for my goddess.”

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mikachacha · 6 months

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GIRL APOLOGIZE WITH TEARS RN FOR DOING THAT TO HAECHI IN THE WAY I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭

(i mean if you could do haechi x reader fluff is also okay 😗 but make it extra long pls)

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

Synopsis: You're a foreign artist on a tour and during your show in Korea, you met one dancer that seemed to have taken over your thoughts.

Warnings: angst & tooth rotting fluff for Haechi because my other big baby deserves some love 🫶 and because i did her dirty 😭😭😭

(A/N: im still quite busy that's why updates are very slow but i swear once my sched clears up, imma bombard yall with fics)

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You're a pretty famous foreign artist and currently on tour. You were looking forward to going to Korea since it has been a dream ever since you became big in the industry. When you were finally there, you took a whole day to explore and have fun before you started making preparations for your upcoming concert.

You're having some snacks in a café and when you looked out the window, you saw a girl with curly hair along with other women. They seem to be a group of friends who are having fun but you can't stop thinking about the tall one. She's way too cute, very much your type but it's a shame that you'll only be in Korea for a few days before you move to Japan as it's part of your tour. You sighed and pouted a bit, your own thoughts making you sad that you didn't even notice they entered the café you're at until someone from their group approached you with a very happy grin which made you feel happy as well as their smile is contagious.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Mini and I'm a huge fan.. Do you mind if I ask for a picture with you?" the girl, or Mini asked.

"Hiii oh my goodness. I don't mind at all!" you happily said. You took pictures together and she even asked you to sign her phone case, which you did. You invited them to your table to chitchat and get to know her and her friends since that's what you're known for by your fans. You always find time to sit and chat with them.

You learned that they're pretty famous as a crew of dancers and they even invited you to dance with them if you have free time that got you feeling giddy from pure excitement. Haechi couldn't help but be amazed at how beautiful, kind and humble you are. You're this famous artist but you're talking to them like you're just a regular, nothing special kind of person.

"Your hair is so pretty.. I wanted to have that but my manager said no. Still salty about it." Haechi's brain seemed to have stopped working when you complimented her hair. She was smiling like an idiot while a soft blush crept its way to her cheeks that got her team smiling in a knowing fashion as they watched their youngest blush even at the simplest compliment from you.

You hang out with Wolf'lo for the rest of the day, they were nice enough to show you around and they even teach you some basic korean words that you could use to interact with your fans at your concert. You wanted to invite them as your guest acts at your concert but they won't be able to perform due to them competing in a dance competition. You were a bit saddened but they promised to attend your concert so you gave them backstage passes then you parted ways with them since your manager will personally whop your ass if you didn't go back to the hotel you're staying at.

You and Haechi would constantly message each other on instagram whenever you're free. You enjoyed every second you spent talking to her and you even developed a crush on her though you constantly try and remind yourself that you're just staying over her country for a few days so it's not possible for you two to date unless she's in to long distance. You just basked in the attention you're receiving from her.

Unbeknownst to you, Haechi has been feeling the same. Talking to you has been the highlight of her day. She absolutely loved the messaging you, just getting to know you better. Her team has been teasing her for days regarding how close she is becoming to you, some even going as far as telling her to just fess up and ask you for a date before you go off.

The day of your concert came and you were very anxious backstage. You don't know how the Korean crowd will react to your performance and because you just love stressing yourself out by overthinking.

"Hey Y/N!" Haechi waved at you and you couldn't help but blush because one, she looks so cool and hot in her outfit and second, you have realized that you're definitely crushing on her.

"Hiiii I'm so glad you could make it! Where are the others?" you asked and she gave you a hug that calmed your nerves a little bit but got your heart racing from a different feeling that's far from the anxiety of having to perform onstage.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world. Mini and the others will be a little late. Think they're stuck at traffic.." Haechi says and you smiled, nodding your head. You wanted to chat with her some more but you were called by your director, telling you that you're gonna be on stage in a minute. You don't know what came over you but you gave Haechi a kiss on the cheek before running off. Haechi was left there stunned, blushing and holding her cheek which still has your lipstick mark on it. She smiled like an idiot as she saw you run off.

The concert was a blast and you're having so much fun. Performing and then seeing your fans enjoying themselves is what keeps you going. Halfway through the concert, you grabbed your guitar and asked for a chair so you can play more comfortably. You added this little number the last minute so nobody from the audience anticipated it.

"So uhm.. I'm gonna play a song. Well it's not one of mine but from Ms. Taylor Swift. I just wanna play it to get some feelings out of my chest." you spoke and there was a series of 'awww' and little squeals of excitement as you began to play Enchanted on your guitar. All you could think about while singing the song is Haechi, the bittersweet feeling of liking her but you couldn't tell her since you're only there for a limited number of days then you're also not sure if she likes you or not.

"This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you.." you sang your heart out then glanced at the back to see Haechi peeking and you gave her a slight smile while you continued singing.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.." at that point, you weren't just singing anymore. You're sat there, trying to tell her how you feel and just hoping that maybe she feels the same way as you do.

You continued singing and Haechi couldn't help but feel mesmerized by how good you are and how pretty.. She's just so mesmerized by you. She could swear that her heart broke and melted at the same time when you looked at her as you sang. She could feel every emotion you've put into that song. She wanted to go up there, hug you and hold you close and assure you that she's not in love with someone else but then again, you're this famous star. You're from different backgrounds and she feels like you're meant for someone greater than her.

When you were done with the concert, you immediately ran backstage but was disappointed that Haechi wasn't there anymore. You changed into more comfortable clothes before you hang out with your new found friends and did some pictures with some fans. Maybe it really wasn't meant to be, you and Haechi are not meant to be together. It hurts a bit but you accepted it. Maybe it's for the best.

It was the last night before you're about to head off to another country. You're just packing your stuff and listening to music, you don't really feel like going out since you're a bit sad about leaving and not being able to tell Haechi directly about your feelings or going out on a date with her. You still talk to her but you feel kinda awkward now and just very down.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice someone was knocking on your door until you heard the third set of knocks. You quickly got up and peeked through the peephole to see Haechi, looking nervous as heck. You panicked a bit, you wanted to scream and cry and just hide but you opened the door for her before she can knock again. You looked at her, confused and she looked back at you, a relieved smile on her face before pulling you in for an embrace.

"Thank goodness you're still here.. Chocol and the others told me you're already leaving.." she says, her voice cracking and you rubbed her back gently before guiding her inside. It broke your heart seeing Haechi sad but you couldn't help but feel hope bubble inside you because she came to see you on your last night in her country. It got your hopes up that maybe, just maybe, she feels something for you as well.

"Well I'm actually just packing my stuff. I have to leave to go to the airport at 10 am tomorrow." you told her and she frowned, holding both your hands and kissing your knuckles. She held your hands like she didn't want to let you go.

"I know that there's not enough time for us. You're leaving for your tour and I'm not that selfish to stop you from leaving.. But Y/N I couldn't stop thinking about you. Ever since we met at the café, and especially when you kissed my cheek before your concert. It took every ounce of self restraint to not run up to the stage, hug you, kiss you and assure you that I'm not in love with someone else.. That I'm only in love with you but I was scared. Fear got to me so I left instead. I mean, you're this famous star with so many people lining up to date you and I'm just this dancer from South Korea. You deserve so much better.." Haechi finally confessed and you were stunned for a moment. All this time Haechi was also into you?

You cupped Haechi's cheeks and placed a kiss on her lips. It was soft, it was wonderful but it's also bittersweet. You're sharing your first kiss the night before your scheduled leave. You pulled away and rubbed your thumb on her cheek, smiling.

"If you can just wait for me until the end of this tour, I will come back for you.. I wanna give us a chance, I really do. But if you can't wait for me that long, I'll understand. But know this, what I feel for you is real.. I'm in love with you, Haechi." you told her and she nods, placing a kiss on your lips before embracing you.

"No, wait for me instead. I'm just gonna finish my prior commitments here then I'm gonna follow you where you go. I wanna be with you, no matter how far that is. As long as I'm with you then I'm gonna be okay." she told you, her eyes sincere and you nodded. She spent the night at your hotel room, just you and her cuddling together until sleep claimed both of you in its sweet embrace. Haechi went with you to the airport and before you went off with your team, you ran to her and gave her a kiss. You couldn't care less about people seeing, you don't really care what people are gonna say. All you cared about it Haechi and the love you have for each other. You smiled at her and she kissed your forehead before ushering you to go. You didn't say goodbye because you know for a fact that you're gonna see her again.

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fioooweeooweeeoo · 3 months

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Extraordinary You

- By Fioweeo

GENRES: slow burn cz yes??, (e2L-> frenemies2lovers), ANGST, 18+ MINORSSS DNI for obvious reasons, may have sm*t in the next chapters, fluff ofcourse we cant leave that out, there will be warnings in the next chapters if said so, IDK WHAT ELSE BUT IMMA JUST LEAVE THIS HERE FIRST AS ISSS !!! HINT OF LOAK X READER !!!

Taglist: @glimmering-darling-dolly @teyamsatan @teyamshuman

Word Count - 8 k

Synopsis: Being born in a different planet that is practically for your kind to live in is surely the most shocking thing someone would hear from another, but not for Y/N. No. Out of all the things she would be worried about? It's definitely not being in Pandora- that until a certain someone comes into the story.

Y/n has had her fair share meetings with the navi people, that being part of the specific humans who were allowed to stay on pandora through the famous Jake Sully of the Omaticayan people, the Olo'eyktan of the Omaticayan people, and the ever great Toruk Makto. That being said, being the daughter of one of the recomms and good ol' friend of Jake, Trudy Chacon, its not a surprise that Y/n has already met their family, including the children- well- except for one, that is Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan- Prince of Omaticaya, The fierce son of Toruk Makto, The perfect little soldier- blah blah blah, you name it.

Y/n has always wished to become one of the people, and maybe even more. Stuck in a planet where your kind couldn't possibly live was a life Y/N had grew up living normal to. Learning the ways of the navi people (through research) but hopes to learn it differently was a dream Y/N has always longed for. To learn and become one of the people..

So when the time comes and two fates meet- who will say that it's not just destiny that brings them together?

Chapter 1 - Until I found you

Chapter 2 - Till I Met You

You woke up with a pounding in your head, you opened your eyes as you stare up in to a woven ceiling, you’re in a hut. Mo’ats Healing tent. You raise your body too quickly making you lightheaded, Mo’at sees you awake and smiles a little.

“You’re awake now my child? Why so soon?”

“I - uhm- did-... did something happen?”

“Lay down first my child-”

“But i” Moat gives her look

“Okay..”

“What happened to me?” You ask Moat as she applies a little healing paste to your scabs and wounds, making you hiss a little

“You were injured badly, a little while ago, but thats from what i have heard, Jake must know what happened, maybe you can ask him..”

As soon as Moat finishes up adding medicine to your wounds, not a moment later, Jake had enter the hut.

“Baby- listen, we have no other option, we need him back to stop them all”

“He saved him! He was almost the reason why-” Moat clears her throat

“Mother…” Neytiri says to Mo’at as her gaze then shifts to you, her face contorts to that of worry and concern, you had never been this close to Neytiri, especially alone without both Lo’ak and Kiri, but you feel alittle relieved Jake was there. You had come to know about her disdain for human kind, ofcourse of what had happened to her father and sister, and though she did not want spider too close to her children, she had her boundaries knowing Jake was like them too, and when you had been born … well, you had very few interactions with her only knowing Jake was accompanying her to the lab to check on Grace and the other scientist, that being Norm, Max and Lara,

“Hey kiddo, you doing alright?” Jake asks you, as you sit up with a grunt

“Never been better sir-” you hiss at the sudden sharp pain at your leg, you'd forgotten that harsh fall from being chased by the teams that the pain didn't seem to settle in until now. Although most of the medicines that Mo’at had put on you awhile ago seemed to lessen it.

“Do not worry my child, it'll only be a few days until it heals, but you're only able to walk for now.”

“We're gonna go eat dinner right now, I told Norm and Lara that you're here with us and you're safe but they'll be here around first thing in the morning”

“Mo- morning??”

“You've been out cold for around 4 hours, seemed like that fall did a number on you both ”

“Wait- what do you mean both-”

“My son saved you both from that fall remember? That explosion could've damaged you both even more but luckily he knew which part of the forest you guys were in”

Lo’ak?...

“Is- is he alright? Is he okay-?” You feel worried from that fall and how he must feel after he had been injured from it- but that wasn't your initial thought, who was that man from earlier-

“Ma'Jake.” Neytiri holds Jake's shoulder and gave him a look, a look that only both of them knew, until jake looks back at you and back to neytiri that he whispers something to her that you couldn't make out. “If you would like, child, you may visit him, he is… feeling a little unwell at the moment- but I'm sure.. he would like to see how you're doing as well..” You feel a tiny bit startled by how Neytiri is taking to you, your slightly terrified but also relieved for some reason

You take a deep sigh “I'd like to see him”

Jake and Neytiri look at each other before jake nods in approval, he tilts his head signing for you to follow them both. Mo'at helps you up as your still injured from the fall, silently thanking her for helping you up, you wore a shawl before going out to follow them both to their hut, that's when you see it, or him to be exact. And it wasn't Lo'ak..

Neteyams sleeping figure was slightly upright laying on a few furs to help elevate his body, his body looked tired and scars and bruises were scattered everywhere, one of the injuries you've noticed by far was his ankle. Of course it had looked bad in the beginning but it looks a lot worse now that you see it upclose. You whispered silent worries under your breathe which awoke Neteyam, the eyes you recognised now were the same ones from when he saved you. His eyes grow wide seeing your form standing there before him, as he then looks to the side seeing his parents right behind you, he grunts a little, sounding annoyed when he says-

“Why is she here?” His voice slightly rough and husky, he breathes heavily as he questions his parents

“Neteyam.” Neytiri says his name firmly, earning a small grunt from him, until he apologises

“Tsap'alute si-” (I apologise-) Neteyam says to you, though he assumed you didn't know what it meant but your smile said otherwise-

“Txe'lan Mawey” (It's okay) You say to him, he feels slightly shocked you knew the meaning of it, so did his parents looking at you to him with an amused expression, though his reaction faltered after a few seconds returning to his stoic demeanour.

“We will leave you two to speak to each other for a moment-” Neytiri says to you and Neteyam. “We'll call you kids once dinners ready” Jake nods to the both of you before Neytiri pulls him out of the hut, closing the flap of it for your privacy. You look from the exit to Neteyam, he looks at you like your some kind of nuisance entering his space before him, you had felt something stick at your throat because of the way he looks at you, but you swallow that fear with pride and sigh inwardly, as you were about to speak he talks before you do-

“Why are you here? You do not need to come and check on me like I'm some baby pa'li that needs help” Neteyam barks as if you were in the wrong, you felt a small jab in the heart for the way he speaks to you, and felt the need to say something back but you hold it to yourself, knowing he saved you, you felt some sort of pity for the way he must've felt the need to save you, you were always like this around others, spider obviously telling you that most people would take advantage of the way you are, but you just want to understand. You sighed again but your face turns into a more serious one.

“Did mother ask you to come here? You should leave then, do not force yourself to come here because of-” As you almost let himself speak over you again, you talked over him this time. “She didn't ask me. I wanted to.” You said firmly, he was a little lost of his words when you said this.

“Why are you here then?” he asks again “Why did you save me?” You say back. He looks at you in disbelief, he wonders if your crazy for asking such nonsense or if the fall did really hit you hard. “Are you seriously asking me this?” He retorts, making you question why you asked in the first place, wanting to facepalm yourself for asking an idiotic question. “Maybe..” He rolls his eyes from your answer as he faces to the wall of his hut. “I wanted to check up on you… because i was worried… if anything I'm glad you're doing better” You say to him, making him look back at where you were, you took two steps near him and he gulps at the distance between you two. He looks down to where you were, seeing that your hand was about to touch his arm full of scars and bruises, he pulls his arm back a little causing you to look up at him, his heart aches at the eyes he once knew. “S-sorry, it still.. hurts..” you look at his arm and nod, sighing feeling bad for the way he got hurt trying to save you. “I'm sorry..” Neteyam looks at you, brows furrowed with confusion, why are you sorry? You did absolutely nothing wrong, he saved you and yet your sorry? It should be him who's sorry, for not protecting you better, is what he thought until- “Why did you save me…?” You asked him once more, which makes him feel confused until you repeat yourself “I mean- why would you save me- your family they-” “Kids! Dinners ready, let's go-” Jake announces when he opens the flap of the hut, you turn from jake to neteyam quickly as he gives you a look, you don't know if he's asking you to leave or he has something to say but as you speculate further, jake calls both of you again.

“We're coming, dad!” Neteyam shouts back to him, “Let's go, it can wait-” You say to Neteyam as you both leave the hut and enter his families hut, there you see loak, kiri, and tuk. You hugged each one of them as you remember falling behind them in the chase, you sigh in relief knowing they were okay, but no spider… you felt anxious as to why he isn't there, normally you'd be fine with all 3 of the siblings with you, but not seeing spider made you feel weird. You think about asking jake–

“Where's spider?...” You ask jake and Neytiri, both of which look to each other then back to you as they try to brush the subject off, you felt suspicious as to why they didn't answer.

“Let us first eat my child, the food may get cold-”

You look at them with slight worry, but you ignore it thinking he might come sooner or later. You all sit in one circle, Surrounding the bonfire passing on the bowl of fruits to one another, you sat between Lo'ak and Neteyam, as you take the bowl from Lo'ak, you take a few pieces and pass it on to Neteyam, he takes the bowl cupping your hands under it, he was deep in thought looking at you as your eyes rake over his features, you seem to take note that neteyam looks much similar to Neytiri but also has the stature and build like Jake, though he did not look similar to Jake in some features, there was still some human blood in him that resembled jake like his leadership and skills. But as you felt the need to stop over analysing the person in front of you, neteyam seems to be also lost in your gaze, you felt a little nervous wondering if he was feeling annoyed because he wasn't saying anything. Jake had to clearing his throat that made Neteyam focus back to his surroundings, and as he looked to his left which is where is father is, he looked back to you, nervously looking at him as if it had taken awhile for him to just take the bowl from you.

“Sorry.” He said sternly, passing in the fruits again until everyone had their share. Everyone had silently ate their food until Jake had started a conversation, talking to Mo’at and Neytiri about upcoming events for the clan. You look around all of them conversing to one another, tuk and kiri lost in a conversation, as Loak nudges your side making you look to him at your right, he smiles and leans over to whisper into your ear “You okay?... you seem nervous” “Maybe because I've never had to sit and eat dinner with your whole family before?” Lo'ak rolls his eyes at your comment and continues “Well I mean you've got me” You push him slightly cringing and softly giggling at his comment, as you both silently snicker.

Neteyam clears his throat catching both of your attention to him, he glares at you and Lo'ak, eyeing Lo'ak with a warning as he gaze lands back to you making you shift in your seat, Lo'ak grumbles a little and leans in again “Don't mind him, he's just mad at me for some bullshit I did probably, I don't know for you though” “Maybe if you focus on eating instead of talking to me then he wouldn't be looking at you like some yerik he's about to hunt-” you tell him back “blahblahblah focus on your eating, I'm Y/N and I know everything-” Lo'ak mocks your statement in which you say “oh grow up-!” As you stuff a yovo piece into his mouth muffling his protests as you giggle softly at him.

As you and Lo'ak continue to goof around, Neteyam calls Lo'ak “Quit playing around-” Neteyam whispers lowly to you both “What- we’re just having fun-” Loak retaliates, “Loak-” You tell him to make him stop “you should listen to her-” Loak looks at Neteyam then to you growling under his breathe closing his eyes for a split second.

“Kids- we need to talk now.” Jake announces to you all as you head to the other side of the room to meet, once everyone was there Jake clears his throat before speaking. “I need everybody to listen to me, it's important we discuss this sooner because I need all of you with me on this…” Everyone looks at each other confused, you on the other hand had no idea what Jake meant by this listening what comes next. “Quaritch is armed more than ever, I know it's been awhile since we've last encountered him- but we're trained for this… I know you boys still butt heads or some shit but i want you guys to not take it out in each other and instead face it to the real enemy, he's got every possible weapon they need to hurt us, but that doesn't define what we can do to them, we're stronger than that, because we're sully's, and sully's stick together, remember that-” They all nod simultaneously. What's going on? Why are they back? You wonder as you hear more people come inside, you turn to see who it was and it was Max and Lara-

You run to hug both of them, feeling much relaxed now that they were here to get you back to the lab, but something in their faces seemed like there's something bigger that's gonna happen…

“Y/N.. spider got taken.” Max told you as you look up at him confused by what he meant- “What?...” you withdraw backing up a little to see if Max was serious about it, eyes slightly watering waiting to see what he says next

“Spider.. was taken by the recoms- and… we can't track him anywhere… he's out of reach.” Your mind gets foggy, feeling all sorts of things running through your brain in just a second,- “We- we can get him back though right? There has to be-” Lara puts a hand on your shoulder,- “We've tried countless ways to get a hold of his location- but they must've removed it from him- theres a million places in Pandora of where he could be taken to-” “Then there must be a way to find him- he's the only family I have left- i-” tears spill down your face, every feeling you have crashing through like a tsunami.

“Norm- Lara-” Jake looks at them as if silently asking them to talk for a minute privately. You stood there, tears flowing down your face, this can't happen again- why now? As if everything hadn't gone from bad to worse, a small ball-like gadget was thrown inside the hut out of nowhere, you and the sully siblings look at the direction it landed, Jake had seen it too and warned everyone to not get closer, tuk seemed to be intrigued by the object and began drawing closer to it, a beeping noise occurred, alerting you to pull her back-

“TUK!-” as you pulled her back trying to protect, everyone instinctively withdraws back to take cover, but something else came on, it was a projector of some sort, from the screen projected none other than Quaritch which made Jake furious. “Quaritch.” “Your damn right sully- its nice to see that pretty face of yours again- look at you- you and your family all huddled up in the perfect little area where I can just get ya’? Oh and Mrs.sully here looks younger than ever!-” Neytiri hisses at Quaritchs remarks about her “How dare you do this to us vrrtep! I will kill you as many times as I want to!” She barks at him growling under her breathe. “Ah ah- there it is, now I miss that- my my isn't that your golden boy? Your son there looks pretty A-okay, gotta hand it to you buddy you can take a bullet-” “Leave us alone- or ill make sure you'll regret saying that to my face again.” Neteyam says to Quaritch with disdain ready to pounce as if he was right there- “What do you want from us you low-level freak!?” You shout at him this time causing everyone to look at in shock, Neytiri somehow feels a little pleased you called him that, everyone else stunned from it.

“Ohh now this is who I wanted to meet for the longest time- ain't this trudys kid ay? You're a fighter aren't ya’ kiddo? But you've got something more special in you- half-breed wasn't it? Half human half navi? You remind me of her- can't back down a fight- ashame of what had happened to her, best recruit i had here, although that can change since you're here now-” “You know what you did. Talk about my mother again and I'll do unspeakable things to you-” Quaritch chuckles “Oooh now isn't this nice, everyone got their say of bs now? Good- now Jake- isn't it about time you stop running and actually do something, I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse shit we have goin’ on here-” “say what you want from us right now or I swear to you-” “now now- see I've got a good deal here- if i bring you back one of your humans- in exchange for one” Quaritch points his finger to you “Then all is settled and we can let bygones be bygones, isn't that nice?” “We will never give you one of our people-!” Neytiri hisses at him

What? Why does he want that? And more importantly- why does he want you? “Now cmon, Y/n… don't you want to know who your father really is? Why your mom’s never talked about him? Don't you want to know how you were created?” Jake comes closer to the projector and faces Quaritch “You can't convince us easily, especially from what you did! We're not afraid anymore.” “Oh but shouldn't you be? I've got more power than you'll ever imagine, you're dealing with the wrong person, sully..”

Neteyam breathes heavily and moves in front of Jake to take the small ball projector and brings it out of the hut “We'll end the RDA's reign over the Na'vi people, everything that you've done to our people will end with you all burning into flames, and it'll be the last thing you'll see before you're gone too.” Neteyam spits every word with venom and throws the gadget into a nearby tree and smashes it, cracking it into pieces leaving the projected face of Quaritch long gone, he breathes heavily when he looks at all destroyed parts of the projector.

Neytiri goes up to Neteyam and puts two hands on his shoulders making him tense

“Are you alright ma'itan?” “I'm fine mother- I just need to speak with father-”.

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The sully siblings including you all went into the hut and meet Jake there, you all sit down wondering what he was going to say next.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a moment?” You nod to him as you look back to all the sully siblings and see the confused look in their faces.

“I know you have a lot of questions and I'll try to answer them shortly as possible. Kid- I always knew you were different, and I know you felt that too..”

“Why does he want me?” “I don't know for sure-” “Well if you knew i was different then it would be easy to tell that you know why?” “Listen kid, you'd be in grave danger if I ever told you why-” “and why’s that? Why can't you tell me-?” “Because you've never met a man like Quaritch before- and if he knows where you are, who knows what he'll do to you, and what it'll mean for us..” Silence overtakes the room as you take a sharp sigh.

Then let me fight.” Jake looks to you in confusion “Train me to fight against Quaritch… that if it stops him from hurting the people and destroying life in Pandora, I promise you that even if it means I'll die too…” Jake thinks about it for a moment, he'd have to talk to Norm about letting you go against Quaritch with him, especially Lara. “Okay. If that's what you want, I'll let you do so, under one condition, you train with my son.” “Wait loa-” “Sorry, i mean Neteyam. Neteyam will be the one to train you, he'll also supervise your progress and be your guard- I don't want to take any chances by letting my other son do that with you-”

As you both finish talking you both enter the hut once again with everyone in it, Jake clears his throat “We'll be moving up to the higher camps to keep a low profile, Neteyam and Lo'ak, we'll have a meeting tomorrow with the troops to provide Intel of our plans, kiri- I want you to take Y/N with you to Mo'at tomorrow. Am I clear?”

He looks to Neteyam and Lo'ak “Yes, sir.” They say in unison. “Then it's settled, I want everyone to head to bed early, we've got a lot to do tomorrow.” “Does that mean Y/N will get to sleep with us here?!” tuk asks in excitement as Neytiri nods in agreement, kiri excitedly pulls you to her and tuk and moves you to their room with Neytiri. Neteyam and Lo'ak leave to their room, but as neteyam was about to enter his, Jake pulls him aside and puts a hand on his shoulder, “I want you to train Y/N” “what?.. but dad- this is crazy I cant-” “I know, I know-... but, it's for the best she knows how to fight for herself, unlike before.. so I want you to keep your head in the game, focus. Do it for you, do it for everyone in this family, do it for her” he looks to other room where you are and back to jake as he then releases a deep sigh and nods to Jake

“Okay..”

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You look around the room seeing various crafts around it, surrounded by vines and beautiful flowers and greenery, around the right side you see a small table of sorts filled with jewelleries and some headpieces and armoury, must be for Neytiri perhaps? You thought to yourself you look around admiring the decor of the room, kiri giggles over at the side as she watches you look around fascinated by it, you look over to her and smile.

“What's so funny?” You give her a raised brow as she walks over to the table and fixes a few things “ohh, nothing. It's nice to see a new place isn't it?” You hummed in agreement, taking a short sigh for relief for yourself as you sit on the cot, “So… are you excited?” You look at her a little confused “about what?” “Y'know… about staying here and training, you'll spend more time with us, despite the impending idea of some military guy looking for you and stuff to try and take over our planet” you giggle at her sarcasm, you've always know kiri to be a down to earth person, she was always sweet and kind but also had a fighting spirit, which is why you both had been bestfriends for so long together with Lo'ak, it was nice to be in a different place for once… “I like it here… it's comforting… I just- I just don't know how my aunt would react to this, y'know… I haven't been far away from the lab until now-” “Lab shmab- you've got us! Look you've been stuck in that lab for way too long it's time for a new scenery-” Lo'ak enters the hut unannounced, you look at both of them then back to kiri as she gives you a lighthearted smile.

Everyone was already fast asleep, you slept beside kiri and tuk which made you feel a little comfortable but you still couldn't find yourself to sleep, as you kept tossing and turning at your side you sit up looking at everyone who was sound asleep in their areas, you look at the open crack of the flap and see that the moonlight peaks through it, as to not wake everyone, you quietly moved to stand up and tiptoes your way to the flap to sneak out for a bit, you look around to see if anyone else was awake but saw no one, the wind seemed to pick up the moment you went out and you felt a slight shiver through your spine, you let your feet touch the grass, it felt a little weird not having any shoes on but despite that it felt soothing for you in a way, you walk out until your somewhat far but quite close to go back to the hut, you sit on the grass and look up to the sky, the stars glimmer as you gaze on it for awhile, so much thoughts invade your head as you think about the many things you'll be doing, you don't know how to feel about it either, but you know for sure that you'll get your brother back, right…?

At a distance in the hut, Neteyam looks at your form as you sit there and think, he looks at you feeling all sorts of emotions swirling around his mind each passing second, eywa does he want to punch himself right now. How long has it been? How did things come to this? Did you coming back to the village give him hope that it was a sign from eywa? Or was it the guilt he has to remember for what happened in the past? No, you're right here, right now, in his line of sight, real and alive to him, but it doesn't feel the same, of course it didn't. You've been doing alright without him involved in your life, so what was the point? He should be happy, happy for you too, but he feels angry, why? He looks at you, eyes roaming over your form. Sure- you looked different, from the way you dress, you stayed in most of the time, and your hair looked much different from before, but you still have that same energy like he remembered, he should stop thinking about you. Oh, the burning desire that lights up in him seeing you again, he hates it, he wants to throw himself to a palulukan for thinking such things, why, out of all times, did you have to come back? But you seem so calm, so happy, so beautiful under the stars he feels like he's drowning in that same magnetic beauty that he was always enamoured by, you're just within reach, he just has to walk there and- what? What am thinking? No- this isn't right- I can't- I don't want to- he quickly shuts the flap and heads back to bed, trying to sleep again. He's over his head, he can't make history repeat itself once more, the only way to do that was to keep a distance from you, it's safer that way, he has to stop hoping you'd come back and be the same, it'll make the pain a little bearable then…

You turn your head hearing something behind you, but there was nothing. You immediately shook it off and stood up to go back to the hut, you enter the hut feeling a little shaken from the gust of wind blowing your direction, you go back sleeping by kiri's side, hoping that your little alone time would help you sleep better.

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The sound of water crashing was soothing to you, you were under a tree laying on the sand, taking a moment to rest, you take in the beautiful scenery, but as you were about to take a sigh of relief, you open your eyes to see a faceless navi man in your view, you sit up and scoot back quickly feeling a little scared, you wanted to scream but somehow couldn't. You look at them trying to decipher who could it be, so much so you didn't notice how they were more closer to you, this time you didn't mind though, you let your hand wander about as you were going to touch his face, you caress your hand to his right cheek, letting your thumb rub circles on it, and the Na'vi man leans on your soft touch, you felt relieved, but also confused. “Who are you?...” you ask, wanting to know the answer of whoever this person was, somehow they're presence was comforting to you, like you've known them for so long, but you couldn't put a finger on it… As you continue to gently caress his face the man puts a hand on your face, caressing it just like you are, soon clouds start to gray and small droplets of water pour over you both, you look at the sky as it starts to thunder, the wind picks up and blows heavily on your way, as the thunder clapping gets more and more louder- your soon awaken by the sound of clapping, disrupting your dream, you wake up, sitting up immediately although you regret doing that as you feel a little lightheaded and dizzy from getting up too quickly, you see your best friend in front of you, clapping her hands together to get you to wake up.

“Thank eywa you've finally woken up, thought you you were unconscious for a second there-” she chuckles “We're preparing to go to Mo'at- healing lessons start today, but you'll be meeting with both my brothers and dad around the afternoon- BORINGG! I know right?? But you'll have more fun with me, and hey, if you want, we can do some cool stuff after you're done for today since it's your birthday!” Oh shoot- it's today?! Eywa- I didn't even remember that it was today- wait- LARA.

“Kiri! I gotta go real quick but I'll be back before you know it-! I need to find Jake!”

“Y/n! Wait-!” “I promise it'll be a few minutes!” “Your going out in that?” You look down looking at your clothes realising they're all still covered in some mud and dirt, and you probably should change because your going to see their father- the Toruk Makto of the Omaticaya- “Right- I'll get clothes from the la-” “TOO LATE WE'RE ALREADY HERE- WE'RE DOING A MAKEOVER-!” Kiri pulls you as you let out a “WOAH-”. Kiri pulls out a new pair of loincloth and top for you, the beads on the top were sewn together nicely, different colours of gems and beads were shining under the light “I designed it for you- this was supposed to be another surprise for your birthday but since it is your birthday I'll give to you now to wear!”. She hands you the top as she ushers you to go change into it, you were beyond grateful for having kiri as your best friend and hoped that one day you'll give her something in return too, you ran and hugged her as you felt grateful for what she did for you “thank you kiri!-” “alright-! Now go change- I have to do your hair still!-” you run into another room of the hut to change and as a few minutes gone by, you go outside to reveal your look, instead of having a loincloth, kiri knew that being in a human body must be different when you wear clothes so she opted for a small skirt, it resembled a loincloth in some way, to add little touch, the sides of the skirt were made into slits giving you more leg room for you to run with it on.

“Oh my eywa-... YOU LOOK AMAZING- MORE BETTER THAN I THOUGHT- maybe cuz it's the first time I've seen you in this clothing but- YOU LOOK FANTASTIC-!” she squeals as she then pulls you forward to sit you on a makeshift chair they have in their room “Now time for the hair-!”. It only took a few minutes before your entire look was done, you looked at yourself through a mirror they had. You observed the way your movements flowed, probably because it your first time wearing real Omaticayan clothing, nevertheless, you felt proud in some way, it was only then that you realised you had to meet Lara before everything else.

“Kiri-!” “I know I know! Sorry I had you waiting but sure you can go ahead-! You can catch up with me later at Mo'ats” “Thank you-! I can't say this enough-” you run outside to see that the whole village was out and about, although it was no surprise to you to know that being in a village would always be busy, you find it mesmerizing to see the navi people go through their day. But you knew there was no time to waste, immediately going to Jake, you saw both Norm and Lara in his hut as they were speaking to him, their eyes move towards you, you wave at both of them timidly knowing that you probably have a lot of explaining to do with what's going on. Jake sees you and tells you to come in “Ahh-! Hey, Y/N- Norm and Lara are here, I want you to speak with them right now, I know you've got some stuff to explain to them but we've got time on the clock-”

As Jake pulls you to them, you're met with a slight confusion stare from Lara, Norm on the other hand had a slightly disappointed face on him looking at you- “Alright I'll leave you all to it- Y/N don't forget to meet me at the training base for the meeting-”. As Jake leaves you all, you look back to both of them giving you a raised brow for you to start talking “Hehe… soo… I'm part of the team now… haha… yay-!!...” “seriously? Are you crazy? First you sneak out fo the lab dead of night when I specifically told you that you can only do that for your birthday- next I see you joining Jake's team to fight off quaritch? You're a human Y/N for crying out loud! You're not making yourself out to be a hero-!” “Lara- come on- take it easy on the kid-” “HELL- I've been taking it easy for awhile already and apparently it's not working!” “I know I've made a huge mistake but please trust me on this one! This is for spider Lara-!” “It is a huge mistake you could've died Y/N!” “WHY WONT YOU JUST LISTEN!” Silence overtakes the room as you shout at Lara- realising what you've done you wanted to take back your words- “I- I know what I did- could've ended up hurting me or killing me in some way, and I know that it was a huge mistake for me to do it- and i can't excuse myself for any reason because it's my fault that I snuck out- but- I need you to understand, that I'm not a little girl who needs to be protected all the time, I can fight on my own, I've been shielded away for my whole life and it's been suffocating me ever since, it's like everything I do I have to be protected in some way but it's not like that! I want to learn to be on my own- I'm not a kid anymore.” You felt like your throat was closing up, every word leaving your mouth and taking away the air in your lungs, the feeling of wanting to say those words and now finally having said it to her, you're tired, angry, and scared of what she would say, heavy breathing coming from you, Lara sighs deeply for a second as Norm starts to speak-

“Look Y/N… we're both just scared that, something might happen to you, we knew that one day- you would need to go out of the lab eventually, you've been with us your whole life, and we're just as worried of spider too… but we'll think of something to get him back, I know it…”

“Norm… can you go out for a moment… I want to speak with Y/N privately…”

Norm looks at the both of you, you silently nod to him urging him to go, he nods and leaves the room.

“You're just like your mother…” you look to Lara, who's avoiding your stare- “she was always the bold one out of all of us, she never liked the recombinants, we always found her in the labs for the most part. She and your uncle Norm had this sort of thing going on too so I guessed it was also that but-” She sighs looking at you for a bit then looking away “Things took a turn a year before you came into this world… you know your mother fought in a war she didn't even know she'd never come back from, but I want you to know that those people who say they know your mother and father well- they were also the cause of the war and her downfall- I may not have all the answers so far- but I've made a promise to your mom that I'll protect you no matter what. And if this is what you want to do, I'll let you do it”

Lara turns to you, walking over to place a hand on your shoulder “I never got to know who mom was, but I know she was a good person, and that's who I am, I'm not going to back down at a fight like this, so I'll be sure to come back once it's all over, I promise-” she hugs you dearly a hand over your head and you back sniffling a little “I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you” you'll your head up a little to look at her “I'll be fine…. Don't worry about me, I'll bring him back-”

You spent most of your time at the healing hut, learning the ways of healing through Mo'at and kiri, Neytiri had to tend to other matters and had brought tuk with her, so you might see her in the next lesson. You also had heard that Jake and the war party had gone for a mission, which included included Neteyam and Lo'ak as spotters, you didn't know much details because they had to go in a hurry, spider you were just left to the healing tent to start your lessons from there, to your surprise, you found learning the ways of healing pretty easy, you didn't really get why kiri complained most of the time but maybe it had been through the cause of multiple members of the war party coming to the healing tent right after the mission is finished, learning from Mo'at, it wasn't tricky at all, but sometimes she'd tsk at you for mispronouncing the herbs, you had learned before from Mo'at, only because you were visiting the village to help the scientists with some stuff, you had studied the kinds of herbs and plant life here in pandora, you were in the lab and had not much to do other other help both Norm and Max with their assignments and researches. Thanks to that you know most of them by now but had forgotten that you had to learn na'vi too, which you weren't an expert on, but Jake had left most of the teachings to Neteyam, in which you've kind of felt bad, being the oldest isn't a choice really, and you being added as another responsibility to his tasks… sounds annoying if you were in his feet you thought.

Neytiri and tuk had come back, with tuk in Neytiris arms. Her face lights up as she sees you, immediately asking her mother to put her down as you stood to hug her when she ran to you, though it was no surprise that tuk was tall and was only a few inches shorter than you, you didn't mind the difference. Neytiri approaches both of you as tuk let's you go, you sign to her, learning from Lo'ak when you were young that signing to your elders was a form of respect, you greeted her, she gave you a genuine smile, pleased to know that that had started your lessons, she greeted you too, signing as well. Although you've never really seen her often due to you rarely going to the forest, talking to her made you feel calm, as if every conversation didn't feel new, it felt a little weird on your part because you were over-analyzing things again, but you stopped as you heard tuk announce that the war party had come back.

They all move out, including you, to see what had happened while on mission. As they all land their ikrans.

“Fall in-” You looked at all of them, both Lo'ak and Neteyam injured, as you see kiri and tuk speculating their wounds, you look at Loak, he eyes on you already, you wave to him slightly as he nods, giving you a smile back as you mouthed the words “you okay?” To him, he shakes his head, until Jake had spoken once more.

“you're supposed to be spotters. You spot bogeys, and call ‘em in. From a distance! Does any of this sound familiar? Get here-!” Neytiri checks on the wounds of both Neteyam and Lo'ak, Neteyam had been injured the most. “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded please-” “My brother is wounded-” “It's fine-” “Baby girl, please, tuk go with her, go-!”

“Dad-” Jake looks at him expectantly “Sir. I take full responsibility-” “Yeah- you do! ‘Cause your the older brother, you gotta act like it.” Neteyam growls under his breathe trying to avoid saying anything else. Neytiri looks at Jake and speaks “Ma'Jake- your son is actually bleeding-” “Mother, it's fine- I-” Jake looks at Neteyam with all the scratches and wounds he has “Just go and get patched up, go on- dismissed, Y/N go with tuk and Kiri-” You nod at him silently, feeling a little nervous with the tense situation.

You had followed Neytiri and kiri to the direction of the healing hut, but you look back to see Lo'ak getting reprimanded and grounded for almost leaving his brother, almost killing him.You felt some pity for him, but you needed to help Neteyam as well.

You entered the hut, Mo’at calling for you to help her, while she had tend to some warriors of the war party, she gave you instructions on how to apply the paste beforehand, you learned quickly so you had helped some warriors with her and Kiri. Once Lo'ak and Neteyam had gone inside as well, Mo'at assigns Kiri for Lo'ak, making kiri tug Lo'ak to her side to tend to him, you had just finished when Mo'at had assigned you to the last one, which was Neteyam. Although the paste was good for the warriors, it didn't really help because of the stinging, though the paste made it faster for it to heal that way.

You made your way to Neteyam who was already sitting down to let you tend to his wounds, Mo'at had come to you to also help you learn a bit and to check on your progress. Neteyam hissed in pain, feeling it sting his wounds and some old wounds he had before, they were large so it was understandable, you cringed at the way Neteyam felt the pain on his multiple wounds. “S-sorry-'', you had said as you put the paste on some other wounds, you had checked if their were any other wounds on him that hadn't tend to but there were none, so you had checked if everything was alright until you spotted his ankle from before, the one were he had sprained it during the attack. You reach over to it “How's your ankle feeling-?..” “it- it's alright- agh!” He had felt a pain on his shoulder as Mo'at at put another different paste for it “I would use yalna bark, here- drink-” Kiri tells Mo'at as she passes the drink the Lo'ak “Oh? You would? And who is Tsahik?” “You are grand- move!” Shoving Lo'ak aside as Lo'ak gives her a small scowl “You are grandmother-”

You notice Lo'ak with a slightly disappointed look, his face locked in a look you didn't recognize from him, as you were looking at him you didn't realise someone else had been staring at you the whole time.

Neteyam felt some sort of sting in his heart as you looked at Lo'ak with concern, he doesn't care though, he doesn't find any interest in your relationship with Lo'ak, he's not jealous at all, why would he? There wouldn't be any good reason- he doesn't feel the urge to just stop you as your walking up to Lo'ak and asking him to talk, to which Lo'ak agrees and follows you, but he doesn't pay any mind of both of your whereabouts, he's got much bigger things to be thinking of, even with your training, he has to train himself too- what is he thinking??? He wishes there's some way to stop his thoughts from thinking like this.

As you and Lo'ak move to a secluded area in the camp, you find a nearby log to sit on, tapping on it telling him to sit but he refuses with a grunt, “you know very well that this won't work on me-” “I don't think you'll say no either way, now come on” he grows under his breath, accepting defeat, as he sits right by you, you tell him to move closer and he does- just an inch though, you roll your eyes, you urge him more and getting ticked off by you, he sits super close to you, faces inches apart, growling under his breathe looking at you deeply “Alright, happy?” He says tight-lipped, but seconds later he realises how close you two are, his eyes move down to where your lips were, back again to your eyes, swallowing as if something was stuck at his throat, really it was only his words he couldn't get out, why was he like this? Eywa- why are you so- pretty like this-? His thoughts were stopped when he saw you staring at him. You give him a small concerned smile, soon to a little cheeky grin as you chuckle softly, “a little- enough about me- tell me.” “Tell you what?” “You know what I'm talking about” “no I actually don't- your gonna have to say it-” “you didn't talk to me this morning, or awhile ago, and judging by the look on your face there's something going on” “there isn't anything going on y/n” “Alright fine by me- I guess I don't need to talk to you anymore-” you say standing up walking to the direction of the hut as Loak stutters and grabs your arm quickly so you wouldn't reach far “wait- fine- i” he groans “I'll tell you-” “good boy” he rolls his eyes at your comment.

“It's- its just dad-” “What happened?” “I disobeyed his orders and almost got Neteyam really- hurt- or worse- almost got him killed- because I was at the war party's mission- I thought helping them would- you know-” He stutters while speaking, feeling a little tight knot in his chest, his hands were gripping the wood he's sitting on, “I'm a fucking screw up- i- shit-” He looks up trying his best to keep it all in, tears welling up in his eyes, although it wasn't sadness he feels, it was different than that. “Hey… I'm here.. I'm listening..” “They always see me as the kid who gets in trouble most of the time, they always assume that I'm the one who's causing the problems but why? I just want to fucking be like them, be like him?! He always looks at me like I'm some sort of pest. First he doesn't want me to train you- next he's telling me that I'm the reason they failed the mission?” “Loak-” “Does he even want me as a son-?” “Don't say that- that's not what he thinks of you-” “Y/N.” You feel a sudden change of mood from the way he says your name “Just stop. I don't think it'll change my mind with the way he thinks about me.” it was silent from there, your hand itches to comfort him physically but you don't think its the right move to do, so instead you started to speak.

“I don't think you're a screw up?...” Loaks head shoots up and looks at you from his side. His eyes scan your face as if he's asking if you're bluffing or not, but it stays the same. “You're lying” “and why is that?” “Because you should think I'm a screw up- because I am always like that, and I'll always be seen that way” “But that isn't what I think, because I don't think you're like that- your loveable, outstanding, adventurous, and kind. Lo'ak.” you say in a sincere tone, every word coming out of your mouth with nothing but sweetness, his eyes grow wide from your statement, he looks at you, a questionable smile on his face, brows furrowed yet his outh curves into an awkward smile- “that's stupid.” Loak says nonchalantly as you gasp and hit him in the chest as he groans and laughs a little “not stupider than you dum-dum” you both laugh as you hit each other playfully.

“Thanks.. you know…” he gives you a look in which you already know what he means as his hand covers yours, you don't realise the close proximity until he's touched your hand, feeling a small heat creep up your face- you look down to see his hand there and he looks too. A second passes and you both realise what just happened, both taking your hands off immediately, you both look away from each other and clear your throat, while Lo'ak gives an awkward “uhh''.

“Should we-” “Yeah-,maybe we should uh-” “Yeah let's just-” you both start to head back, Jake notices both of you and tells you both to head on early before tomorrow, so you head back to sleep but Jake asks you to follow him. Your not sure why so you just opt to listen and follow where he leads you, leading you to a private hut to which it was fully furnished, but you realised there were other stuff such a war gear and some headpieces, making you a little confused, but someone enters the hut and you look to your side to see none other than the mysterious golden child of the sully's- Neteyam. “Y/N you'll be sleeping here for the rest of the nights while training, this is for the better and I want you both to get used to each other while doing so.” His eyes widen to why his father had brought you here, he clears his throat and asks his father to speak with him outside the hut asking in a demanding tone “Why is she here father-?” “She'll be here for the nights of training to sleep with, I want her to get used to your presence so this would be a better choice” “Father this seems to out of line- is it not enough that she would be training with me i-” “Neteyam-” “Sir-” “I don't want any buts, its final, it won't be too hard to just sleep here with another person” “It would be fine either way if she had slept with kiri and mother-” “but she's not training with them is she? She's only training with you- therefore I want you to keep an eye on her as well, even if your training her, shes what Quaritch wants, whatever he plans to do with her- we can't let it happen-” “she won't do that- I know she won't-” “then if you know she wouldn't, you'll know that protecting her from him would be safer for everyone, including her” his fist clenches, yet another order his dad puts him as the responsible person for, bothering him so much already, now this?

“Sir- with all do respect this won't work-” “Neteyam- all I ask for you is to do this, please-” “I-” he groans softly, trying his best to keep himself from getting angrier further so he gives in. “Fine..” “Thank you”.

As Jake leaves Neteyams hut moving to his family's, he opens the flap to see none other than Neytiri, who was still up at this time. “Baby you're still awake…?” “Cannot sleep without you-” she says as she pats the side of her sleeping mat urging him to sleep beside her.

“Do you think it'll work?” “I wouldn't have asked you to do it then would I?” Neytiri quips making him a little skeptical, “if it helps bring back what was lost from her mind, then I'm hoping it would bring them both back again”. “And you're sure- that it would help regain her memories?” “Ma'Jake… if eywa wills it, I am sure it will be good”. They both look at each other as they lay down smiling.

“So.. we meet again-...” You give an awkward chuckle. Again, it felt like you were put into a situation where you had zero idea of who Neteyam was, his presence was… mysterious… mainly because your only used to his other family members instead of him. Snapping back to reality, your train of thought was cut off by a small growl, your eyes shoot up to him striding forward to you making you back away “Okay-! wait a second-!” A small panic settles in you but soon dissipates as he passes by you and takes a blanket and passes it to you. Your head cocks to the side in confusion as he speaks “You're sleeping here aren't you? Take it.” “Oh-! yeah-” He rolls his eyes in sarcasm making you squint, what's his deal? He walks to his side of the hut and looks at the other, he then proceeds to fix his sleeping area “you sleep at that side, I’ll be here- if you have any questions, ask them now before i change my mind.” Wow, so he's supposed to be training me? You continue to just stand there and stare at him until he looks back to you and sees you've been staring at him. “Are you just going to stand there and look at me all night?” “Sorry- again-” “Can you stop apologising to me?” “Oh s- I mean- yeah-” “Seems like you have something to ask so I'm just letting you know you'll only be limited to 2 questions-” Jeez, lots of rules around this guy, huh?

“Well i was meaning to ask what the time will be for our training-” “after your healing lesson with Mo'at by mid-day” “oh okay-! Is there anything I should know before hand-” “First, you can't be late to the training, more than 5 minutes, you'll receive consequences. Second, we're in a professional setting, so I want you to be well dressed for your practices. And lastly, since I'm handling the training course, you won't be going to anyone else but me, because I'm your mentor. Got it?” “Okay got it, just one more thing-” “That's already two questions, you should go sleep-” “oh but-” “as of right now you should be following me, so go sleep, that's an order” He covers himself in his blanket and turns his back to you, well that definitely wasn't rude. You started to fix your sleeping area, laying down and covering yourself with the blanket he gave you, you sleep back facing to him as you contemplate to yourself, you shift to your other side staring at his back, you're both a few feet apart. It feels weird to say, but it's a little comforting, you've never really thought about it like this, not even with Lo'ak, Kiri, or Tuk- so why now? Your thoughts linger with many questions…

Who are you Neteyam?...

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