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one thing that is his .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ aegon targaryen x velaryon!reader

summary: aegon never had anything in his life that was of his choice or fully his, but the heart of his niece y/n, is the only thing he can posses.

warnings: cursing, slight blood and scars mentioned, the word ‘bastards’ drinking (drunk aegon), regular targaryen incest (uncle and niece) eventual shortly written sexual intimacy, p in v, oral ( f received ), talk of pregnancy, fluff, a bit of angst.

based on this request!

word count; 7k

in the pit of a dusted floor full of mulch, stands of fake bodies standing up and held as if they were components. sitting in the chairs above were y/n with her friend nora. her hands crossed over her lap as they played with each other.

‘what do you think will happen?’ her friend mumbled.

y/n didn’t want to watch her brothers train, but her friend thought it would be a way to get out of the house, possibly a way to watch y/n’s brothers from afar, y/n was swear of the crush her friend developed on her brothers.

‘not much..from what i’ve heard they’ve not made any improvements, aemond however?’ drifting off as she watched them swing their arms with the fake swords in hand, y/n didn’t want to admit but didn't completely oppose watching, more for her uncle, aegon.

his shoulder length curls blowing in the wind as he laughed and talked to her brother. watching as harwin spoke to her brother jacaerys before he was cut off by ser criston who looked stern, upset maybe, anger even.

y/n held no emotion to her face, straight and focused, her friend however, held a warm smile and her eyebrows lifted to show her attention was on them with admiration.

y/n didn’t fail to notice aegon who turned and looked up at her before turning back at her brother, harwin looking up at her as well as her dark brown hair blew in the wind. she didn’t notice until she blinked that he wore a smile.

‘i know you’ve never seen true battle, but when steelers drawn a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect.’ ser crision stated while walking to the side of jacaerys and aegon who were set to battle.

harwin said nothing but looked with his eyebrows frowned as cristion ignored his look of warning—‘blades up.’ he instructed, the boys doing as told.

aegon held some magical confidence in him making his blade higher than it was needed to be, he held eye contact with jacaerys who looked to his sister then ser criston and herwin before getting a grip on his sword—‘engage.’ he told them.

yelling before running forward, aegon charged at jacaerys who failed to keep up with the pressure and aggressive swinging that aegon pressed onto him, managing to get the sword from in front of jacaerys and pushing him to the ground with his open hand, laughing once jacaerys was on the ground and groaning in pain.

y/n grumbled a bit—‘fucking cheater..’ she mumbled her friend hearing her and biting back a laugh as y/n held her hands a but tighter. what she failed to say was how she found it somewhat attractive of how aegon was at least trying to impress someone, possibly her, and the chuckling that she heard from above.

getting up and dusting himself off; jacaerys standing up and running after aegon who was turned and walking away. suddenly a rip of a scream torn the silence, the sound of his feet running on the mulch. aegon who had confidence as he grinned at y/n was cut short, turning around to see the shorter boy running at him.

yelping as he swung his sword at aegon who tried to keep up with jacaerys’ fury swings, walking back as jacaerys pressed forward, held him back and stuck, his back hitting the dummy body as aegon went behind it and pushed it forward, hitting jacaerys.

seeing this harwin spoke, ‘foul play—‘

‘i’ll deal with it.’ criston cut him off, walking over to aegon as harwin spoke to jacaerys. speaking to jacaerys as criston spoke to aegon, y/n noticed his hand going under her brothers chin, y/n smiling a bit before letting it fall.

‘you!’ aegon yelled, embarrassment and the courage to make the wanted eyes of y/n pleased with him.

jacaerys turning aorund and pushing hawrin out of his way, hosing up his sword, swinging their sword against one another. criston telling what aegon to do and him doing exactly that—‘use you feet!’ he yelled, prompting aegon to kick jacaerys stomach making him fall back.

‘Gods…that can’t be right?’ y/n’s friend mumbled to her as y/n held a bit of distaste towards the situation in front of her—‘it probably is but, on the field there is no such thing as foul play…just fighting.’ she stated. y/n held her eyes on them.

‘don’t let him get up.’ criston told aegon who started to yell and attack at her brothers wooden sword that was held against the ground—‘hold the attack!’ he yelled.

hawrin finding it hard to engage as he watched with worry and anger for the boy on the floor, y/n even found herself holding the arms of her chair tighter, her interest peaked.

holding up the wooden sword to finish the hitting was cut when hawrin threw his body only aegon’s back, his hands gripping his arms and stopping him from using them any further—‘enough!’ he yelled.

throwing aegon to the side who yelled in anger—‘you dare lay your hands on me!’ he yelled with the disgusting thought of the fact he was touched by someone like hawrin—‘aegon!’ y/n yelled her face holding a sort of display of anger and upset.

aegon took a notice and felt a bit embarrassed, huffing and throwing his arm as if to wipe it clean. standing as she made her way down the boys y/n went to her brother who stood beside their brother and harwin.

‘are you alright?’ she asked him, her dark braided hair tied back, some free from the clips that held her braids up.

‘yeah, i’m fine’ he told her, her hand holding his chest what was hit to soon grab his arm that was struck, turning to look at aegon who looked at the two engaged, cringed at the fact she was touching him before turning in anger and leaving.

y/n scoffed, turning around to look at her brothers and harwin who watched her—‘i fail to see you standing and saying nothing helped’ y/n stressed as harwin stugger—‘i can’t say much now, and i won’t say much in battle when his time comes.’ he told her.

humming while she grabbed onto her brothers the four walked away, her friend going on the side of jacaerys who paid her no mind.

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‘it was so unfair mother you should’ve seen it! aegon kicked jacaerys and made him stay down as criston told him to’ y/n seethed as she sat across her mother who’d been holding her new baby brother joffrey.

‘aw, my sweet. i know you hate to see your brothers hurt but that is what battle is. men fighting with no rules and no one to tell them otherwise, you however, will be here, in your own birth bedding with your own babe someday’ she teased, y/n groaned while sitting back in her chair.

‘i do not wish to birth a babe, i wish to do whatever i want, free to mind’ rhaenyra smiled gently, getting the monkey she’s heard this conversation before. opening her mouth to speak before she were cut off by a guard—‘princess rhaenyra, ser herwin strong wishes to speak with you.’ he said.

y/n noticed as her mothers eyes opened a bit wider, sitting up in her chair as she cleared her throat—‘he may’ she told her. y/n turning to watch as hawrin walked in, his hands by his side.

‘princesses’ he said as rhaenyra smiled at him, y/n looking him up and down as he walked to her and placed his hand on her head—‘you’ve grown much, princess y/n.’ he told her as he smiled at her, y/n didn’t take too much to mind but nodded.

rhaenyra looking at the interaction and smiling at the two, their dark hair matching perfectly, y/n’s long and curly.

‘i must go, i have dresses to fit.’ y/n dismissed herself, her mother calling her over to give her a kiss and hug as y/n made her leave.

walking down the hallway with a guard behind her, she’d turned halls and found the room she’d be dressing in, opening the doors and gasping when seeing her uncle aegon—‘mother, i do not wish—‘

him stopping immediately as his bare chest was lifted from the blanket, his face dropped with fear and embarrassment, the women he thought was his mother wasn’t her at all, it was his bastard niece with her black and red dress, brown hair falling over her shoulders with the braid tucked back behind her head.

‘y/n…what are you—‘ he whispered trying to see why she was there but was cut when y/n spoke and turned to make her leave.

‘i apologize, i’ve entered the wrong room, goodbye—‘ y/n pressed while she went for the door.

‘wait!’ standing up as he made she to hold the blanket tighter before he revealed himself entirely to her and ruining his image to her, he gripped her arm, stopping her from leaving. she turned and stood straight, eyes focused on his but not without looking him up and down.

‘what is it?’ she muttered. her eyes are dark and soft. looking at him as he was lost for words—‘don’t go, please.’ he mumbled, his cheeks on fire from embarrassment.

he hated to admit he sort of found comfort in her presence, and him seeing she wasn’t his mother made it all better from what she’d previously done to him before leaving.

y/n looked over his face before noticing the bright red markings on his cheeks that seemed to trace one’s fingers. her mouth opening to say something about it only to see the slight tear in his eyes, frowning to herself.

‘okay…’ she told him, her chest rising with the necklace set upon her chest following her breathing. aegon didn’t fail to notice how she’d seemingly had been going through puberty, her face slimming and her body morphing into something more, mature.

‘you have grown, greatly so.’ he told her. y/n looked down and then back up—‘and you are naked’ she noted.

he looked down at his chest and mumbled a curse word before telling her to turn around with urgency in his voice, her doing just that.

a bit after he told her, he rushed to place his pants back on. cleaning his throat and fixing his pants.

‘are you decent?’ she asked, he muttered,‘yes, i am.’ when he told her, she turned around and looked him up and down, his chest still bare.

‘not as much but this will do’ she joked as he grinned.

‘what are you doing in here anyway?’ aegon wondered, pointed out. y/n shrugging as she began to walk around the room.

‘i was meant to fit into dresses for dinner later, but i guess the room was occupied.’ y/n told to him. he hummed and nodded dreading the fact he still had to attend that.

‘you should be getting ready too, aegon. the family would be angry to have to wait for you once more’ she jokes while looking at aegon who chuckled.

‘apologies that i have thing i’d rather do outside of the house, away from you all’ he grinned as she faked her shocked expression, jaw slightly open and eyes wide. he hated to admit that he liked this look on her, something other than the straightforward expression she gave everyone aside from her family.

‘i’m hurt’ she joked, holding her hand over her chest, he laughed and shrugged—‘i jest’ aegon smiled as she turned and walked.

‘i shouldn’t talk to you after you kicked my brother and cheated in the practice fight’ she revealed. aegon cringed at the thought of how he acted in front of her and tried to make a mends.

‘i was instructed to, told by ser criston…i wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t tell me i had to—‘

‘but you did…you have the free will to do as you please, almost.’ she added as aegon shook his head and tightened his lips.

‘i apologize for that. i will make it up to you, but you flowers? a dress?’ he asked, trying to make her forgive him in a way.

‘hm..how about a ring?’ she added, he lifted a eyebrow in curiosity before she smiled—‘nothing serious, but something beautiful.’ she told him,testing how much he meant his apology.

‘i will do as you ask’ his voice came out whispered, weak almost at her confidence but he was focused on doing as she asked. smiling at him she half her hands in one another.

‘will you be at dinner today?’ she asked, a part of her…all of her hoping he’d say yes.

‘i shall’ he told her with a tilted head and a smile as she hummed,’ i shall expect to see you then, on time, before me?’ she indicated as aegon went to speak but was cut when she walked and shut the door.

he grinned at the memory of her and looked around the room.

‘i must get ready…’ he muttered to himself before making a beeline to the door and calling maids, secretly planning on how he’d find a ring to her liking, even asking the maids what type of ring they’d like if they were asked.

‘a big one, very bright’ one said.

‘no small but meaningful, that’s what matters, yes?’ another added, she was about older.

‘something that matches my eyes’ one gushed as she combed out aegons hair. he listened to them speaking, the lasts one catching his attention.

‘hm..’ was all he replied with. e/c, what matched with e/c?

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as y/n stood on a small stool for her handmaid to dress her, tightening the corset around her waist so that she looked slim, she let out a breath once she heard—‘you are done my lady’. stepping off the stool as her mother came into the chambers with her own dress on and her brothers behind her and her step father; daemon.

‘are you ready, my sweet?’ she asked, smiling at the girl who nodded and murmured—‘yes mother.’

throughout the whole house, the maids and lords alike found it hard to not favor the young velaryon. she was kind, and mature for her age. she was straight forward and didn’t make any unnecessary comments about the dresses she wore or hair she had done, though; she thought them.

walking down the hall with her hands in front of her, interlinked. she and her family stepped foot into the room. a table set out with foods freshly cooked, some even still being brought out, drinks set on the table.

her grandfather and his wife, alicent looked at the family, her back straight and face stern—‘rhaenyra, glad to see you joined us.’ she stated. her mother nodding a bit.

y/n had noticed aegon, sitting front face and present as he looked at her, she held back a smile and sat down in her seat; close to him.

‘let us eat’ her grandfather spoke, his voice a bit withered but still clear. the bunch started as they ate their food, y/n getting smaller portions.

‘is that all you want?’ she heard aegon asked, him leaning into her side, his eyes stayed on her food as she shrugged.

‘i don’t have a big appetite right now, this will do. you have enough to feel a family on your plate’ she pointed with her fork at the large amount of food he had, he smiled and shrugged back—‘i have a large appetite, i’m a man who must eat’ he commented.

stabbing his fork in the steak—‘a man who must stuff his face’ she corrected as she slowly ate her meat. he chucked a bit before gulping down large amounts of wine, filling his cup once more making sure his father didn’t see.

the family spoke—‘so, i hear y/n will be betrothed.’ alicent mumbled as she looked at daemon and rhaenyra who looked at y/n, her paying no mind but paying her attention to her food.

‘yes..we have yet to see. no one is fitting to the standards—‘

‘nonsense, my boy, aegon. is perfect for the match—‘

‘no, is he betrothed to haelena…remember?’ she muttered to her husband who mumbled and nodded—‘oh, right. my boy aemond, is free for marriage’ he told rhaenyra who looked at the younger boy with a pudgy face then y/n who grumbled.

‘how about the kids take a trip elsewhere, and we speak on the matters in hand?’ rhaenyra commented. alicent already had her answer in mind which was a no, she didn’t want her son marring someone like her, a bastard.

‘yes, you we shall, kids go off’ daemon told them as he gave a look to y/n who nodded, a look of words that spoke through eyes.

then all getting up and walking off as the adults spoke, y/n stayed next to her brothers.

‘let’s go to the dragon pit, show something cool!’ lucerys jumped with excitement as y/n held his hand.

shaking her head in uninterested—‘i don’t want to—‘

‘oh don’t be a wuss, cole on, have a little fun’ aegon muttered to her as she looked him in the eyes. shaking her head she mumbled—‘alright fine…so be it.’

the bunch making their way down to the dark and cold room where they heard the chains rattling and moving along the ground. aegon standing next to y/n who could practically smell the wine bouncing off his mouth and into her air.

‘whoa, is this where arrax is?’ lucerys asked y/n who nodded—‘yes, he is here. so is silverwing.’ y/n commented as she looked around for her dragon.

her mother would say the two were born on the same moon, her being birthed and silverwing hatched. them having a unique bond with each other.

‘hm, i see no interest in dragons’ aegon mumbled to y/n who rolled her eyes—‘i know you love your dragon, your maids said so. how much you brag about how you got lucky with one as such’ y/n revealed as aegon stood up as straight as he could.

rolling his eyes before bubbling a laugh in his drunken state—‘little brother here is a late bloomer, hasn’t a dragon yet’ aegon teases as aemond rolled his eyes—‘vhagar is my dragon.’ he told.

‘but he is laenas—‘

‘she is dead..she is now mine.’ he told them as y/n felt a sort of clutch in her heart over the death of her step fathers late wife, laena.

‘don’t say that, you haven’t the right—‘

‘i’ll say what i want, you have no room to speak.’ aemond cut off jacaerys who grumbled. walking over to aemond and shoving him angrily.

‘jace!’ y/n yelled as she went to step forward to grab her brother. he yanked his arm back and dusted off his shirt as aemond stood up. groaning, y/n didn’t see the need to stay as she went to leave only to hear a thud on the ground, turning to see jacaerys was pushed—‘what?’ y/n was beyond confused.

‘don’t you ever touch me again!’ aemond yelled as he spat at jacaerys who grumbled—‘stop it you two!’ y/n yelled with her heart racing.

aegon went to grab y/n but yanked her arm—‘don’t! jace, come on, let’s just go back’ y/n begged her brother to stop at the two boys tussled, lucerys crying out as they aggressively threw each other around.

‘y/n! stop them!’ he yelled for her to help as she didn’t know what to do. going up to grab jacaerys by the wrist, she tugged him back before aemond could throw a punch to his face.

some scratches on aemond and jacaerys face that were exchanged from the two through the fight—‘enough! we are leaving’ y/n told as she started to walk with her brothers in both of her hands.

‘bastards.’ aemond grumbled. the room stilling.

aegon gasped a bit as she looked at y/n who turned slowly—‘what did you say?’ she dared.

‘you and your brothers are bastards! dark hair and darker eyes? don’t be stupid—‘ just then a punch was thrown making him stumbled back and fall with a grunt. y/n had picked up a stone and hit him with it.

aegon yelped—‘aemond!’ he ran over to his brother, who’s face started to bruise and bleed, feeling the anger for his brother and knowing he couldn’t do anything, he stood up, reaching for the knife in his pocket and slicing it across y/n’s face.

it marking a fine line over her nose and running through her cheek, screaming as she held her face in pain the boys screamed for her. jacaerys threw his body towards aegon as they fell and tussled.

two in pain, two fighting and one running to get his mom.

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in a room filled with nurses and parents, rhaenyra and daemon showed a bit later than the rest—‘my sweet!’ she yelled in worry, running to her daughter who had a white cloth held over her face that absorbed the blood.

‘mother’ she whimpers, her mom huggering her immediately—‘oh, it’s okay, it’s okay..what is the meaning of this?’ she stood, yelling at alicent and her sons who looked down at the floor, dirt on their clothes, aemond, a swollen eye.

‘your son, attacked mine—‘

‘no mother! they started it! he said something about laena—‘

‘only what is true! how can he be mad at that? for such a foolish reason’ alicent cut off jacaerys who grunted.

‘he called us bastards.’ y/n’s head pressed against her mothers hip to hold her head in her hand, soothing it. the words of which she spoke stilling the room.

‘what?’ rhaenyra mumbled, looking at aemond who grinned and aegon who looked away.

‘he did! he called us bastards and y/n helped us, she hit aemond and then aegon cut her face!’ jacaerys told the story as the bunch listened. aemond saying nothing but looking at his mother who shook her head and at y/n’s face which was ruined.

‘we will move past this…’ alicent told them while rhaenyra scoffed—‘it was my child who was stuck! under such matters for i will have his matters taken for this’ she muttered gasped a bit out of disbelief for things to be taken under any circumstances.

‘we will have no such thing…as your queen. you will leave at once’ was all she said before storming out of the room with her children, aegon, turning around and looking at y/n with sorrow and regret.

he knew what he’d done and every ounce of him hated himself what it, he hurt her and he did it under anger. he didn’t want anything to do with the situation but knew if he didn’t he’d be punished, cringing as the cloth was removed from her face and a small blood trickled down her cheek.

the last of the family was seen after that, they left that very night on dragonback, his father angry beyond belief. aegon she been in his room on his back, s shudder of a sigh to left himself as his tear soaked face glistened in the fire light.

looking down at the ring he’d picked for y/n hours before, planning to give it to her that day until things unfolded in a way he didn’t expect.

the memory of his father yelling in his face as his mother had grandfather stood as writers to the embarrassment.

turning over as more tears fell from his eyes he let out a cry.

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sitting in her room with her hands knitting the stitch on her lap. y/n has grew beautifully, her body forming just right, and her face scared. a faint tint of dark brown as the scar laid on her face, proof of past.

‘princess y/n, your mother wishes to speak to you.’ a guard walked into her room as she nodded. standing up and making her way out of the room and down the hall to her mothers chambers.

opening the door and seeing her mother with her step father daemon—‘yes mother?’ she mumbled.

rhaenyra turned around with her hand on with a stomach, expecting another child, reaching out a hand and her smile failing to stay, it faltering into a frown, y/n noticed and rushed to her mother—what is it ?’ she asked, worried.

rhaenyra let out a shaky breath and spoke softly—‘your grandfather has fallen extremely ill. and we are to set to kings landing, to support, and witness his last days, he is expected not to last much longer’ rhaenyra tried to explain as her voice shattered softly.

a slow tear running down her face as y/n whipped it. she was very aware of the bond between her and her father and how she lost her mother at a young age. y/n couldn’t imagine what it would be like if she were to be without her own mother.

‘of course…i will inform jacaerys and lucerys quickly’ she said giving her mother one last squeeze in her hand before leaving. the bunch packed what they needed and left for kings landing.

y/n feeling the air between her hair as her heart raced, thinking of the boy she left behind on bad terms, the boy who cut her face. aegon, one she’d thought she’d have no issue forgetting.

now a women rather than a child, she found it difficult to forget what they’d talked and shared about, the stolen glances and how she’d told him about him getting her a ring. she felt embarrassed, her dragon screeching out into the air at feeling what y/n felt, she patted her dragon's mane and shushed it.

when they landed, the bunch made sure they looked well and made their way to the front doors of rhaenyra’s childhood home. the large doors opening to present them.

‘princess rhaenyra, prince daemon and their children, princess y/n, prince jacaerys and prince lucerys!’ a voice boomed as the other family stood witnesses.

y/n could see how much older her uncles and aunt got. them not showing maturity as well, aemonds hair longer, his face slim, helaena holding her hands in front of her body and fiddling with her fingers, her hair braided back and her face full as well.

aegon; his hair still shoulder length as he looked a bit stunned, looking he rip and down as y/n did the same, she noticed his eyes training on the scar he made on her face.

the family speaking as they all acknowledged the fact rhaenyra father, the kind, was sickly and almost dying but staying as much as he could for his daughter. she asked to see him which alicent granted.

‘stay away, and awear.’ daemon told y/n who nodded. the adults talking to their kids before leaving them alone like those years ago.

them awkwardly looking at each other, the floor, the iron throne and the ceiling.

‘i will go to my chambers’ y/n told before she walked away from them all, aegon following her. aemond grumbled at this and looked at the velaryons who glared.

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closing her door and sighing she held her stomach as it seemed to grow tight, her heart racing as fast as ever at seeing him again. trying to calm down as she looked around the sudden noise of her door opening startled her.

seeing aegon she almost scoffed.

‘aegon, what is it you want?’ she asked with a stern voice.

‘i wished to speak with you—‘

‘about what?’ she cut him off. it almost reminded him of his mother who he was quick to forget about.

‘i wanted to um…apologize, to you…those years ago we were just kids, i didn’t think, i wasn’t thinking, and i regret what i’ve done to you.’ he told her with a low voice, the distance between them far enough as y/n looked down at the floor. she didn’t really want to forgive him.

but when he mentioned that they were kids and he wasn’t thinking prompted her.

‘we were kids..nothing to apologize about now. that was years ago—‘

‘yes but it haunts me to this day, i’ve woken and slept with the thought on my mind of how we left off..we were doing good, us being together—‘

‘aegon…please. forget about it.’ she begged, not wanting to talk about the past anymore, remembering how she was practically bullied as a kid before it fixed her fit face.

he mumbled something before he watched her turn away. he was happy she wasn’t telling him to leave but didn’t know what else do to, walking up to her slowly and placing a hand on her face making her slowly look up.

‘what…’ she mumbled as he studied her face. his eyes showing he’d been crying for what seemed like years.

they were a bit low, more than they were when they were little. her eyes however stayed the same, a bit more darker under her eyes but they were same shape.

she let him stroke his thumb over her scar he made as his breath shuddered—‘i regret doing this…it pains me to know i hurt you beyond repair.‘ he told her as she looked down and let her hand travel up his arm that held her, her hand holding his.

‘it is okay…’ she tried to tell him, her eyes blinking slowly. he let himself cry in her presence, his hands shaking as she held it in hers.

‘come here.’ she told him, pulling him in as he let his head fall between her neck and shoulder. his cries were muffled.

oh how he missed her, her smile she barely let show, the way they joked. the memory of when they were very small and she’d been unable to sleep without him until the age of five.

she held him in her arms as he let his arms tighten around her waist. her hand holding the back of his head to comfort him. as he sniffled a bit, he pulled apart, their noses touching.

he looked at her face and lips as she did the same to him, he hesitated before mumbling—‘kiss me…please?’ he whined a bit when she leaned in and closed the space.

the kiss gentle and sweet. savory, he held her face close to hers, desperation for more of her to touch him, she heard him whimper a bit when they opened their mouths and attached to one another.

he followed as she started to lead him to her bed and let him sit, her following and sitting on his lap.

as he started to kiss her more aggressively y/n followed, feeling him let go and kiss her neck, down to her bare skin that wasn’t hidden behind her dress. moaning as he sucked her skin he nibbled every now and again before grabbing ahold of her waist, turning her over so her back laid on the bed.

‘please…i’ve thought about this more than i should, you, the way you taste’ he emphasized before pressing his lips on hers, she whimpered and nodded in agreement, quick to please he kissing down her neck, chest and clothes stomach, going to the bottom of the bed, his knees in the floor in front of her.

pulling up her dress and kissing her legs slowly to absorb her taste, he licked slowly. from experience most would have moaned but when she didn’t he bit at her leg leaving her to gasp.

finally getting to where she needed, where he wanted to be, he licked a swipe before eating her, moaning loudly as she let her thighs hold themselves against his head, she let him please her.

him fretting his tongue where it needed to be to guarantee she got her finish. moving a finger up and over her pearl, he moved it in a manner that made her mouth fall open in pleasure.

‘aegon’ she mumbled, letting him know she was close, he continued his movements and soon felt and heard her moan in finishing. she smiled a bit at the high as he kissed her, then her thigh, her leg and her foot. working his way up to her lips.

tasting herself on his tongue and lips she hummed into the kiss.

reaching into his pocket as he mumbled against her lips—‘i’ve kept my promise.’ he told her. opening her eyes and seeing a ring that was beautiful.

gasping a bit she let them sit up in unison, her hand resting onto it as it rested between his fingers.

shaking her head in protest ‘i was only jesting, you didn’t need to—‘

‘i wanted to, for you’ he said softly, cutting her off as she smiled. letting him grab her hand and slip the ring into her finger as they smiled at one another.

‘are you betrothed?’ he asked after a bit of silence. she shook her head.

‘mother said i am to be on a wedding tour. i don’t know what to look for, you?’ she asked he shook his head and shrugged.

‘how do you feel about marrying me?’ he asked her, she looked up from the ring on her finger and looked between his eyes—‘you jest?’ she mumbled as she shook immediately—‘i do not…i mean it y/n.’

‘we were out in interest but it was denied, not we are older and looking to marry, they cannot deny us any longer.’ he told her at the memory of the table before the accident. y/n nodded at remembering.

‘but your bother—‘

‘i will handle it…i will speak to her myself. you to your mother as well.’ he told her

‘i don’t have a problem with it i suppose. nothing to complain about.’ the two smiled as they kissed one another once more.

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later that day y/n found herself in his mothers chambers. sitting down in the chair next to her with the fire set to warm the room.

‘queen alicent ? i wish to speak with you.’ she told. her looking up and at rhaenyra’s daughter with a straight face.

‘about what matters?’ she asked.

‘i am to marry…and i have thought of someone’ she told her—‘oh that’s good to hear, who'd you have in mind?’ she asked ready to judge.

‘you son, aegon.’ she almost fell back. she stuffed a small laugh and looked around the room at her father who’s eyes were wide—‘i will deny—‘

‘please…i will provide you fine heirs for the throne, and i will do as you ask. i will do as told, and i will stay out of the way. i only wish to marry aegon—‘

‘you cannot possibly give us anything. you a bastard and his “sons”, cursed with the blood of you? i would deny again.’ she didn’t hold back. y/n but her lip.

‘i am a velaryon, not a bastard. your son and the heirs will not suffer the consequences of my mothers actions and your blind sightedness, your tongue is as foul as your heart, you poison what you touch. i will not let you do that to aegon any longer.’ she told with confidence as alicent’s eye twitched.

watching as y/n walked away she didn’t know what she were to do, she didn’t know where she was going but she prayed not to her husband—quick to be feet, she went to his room only to be stopped by the guard.

‘i am sorry my queen, your husband is speaking on matters he wish you not to be present for.’ the guard told her, she winced and made her way back in her room.

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as y/n had talked to his mother, aegon was able to locate his sister. she was the chambers of his sickly father.

knocking on his door to speak with him and her on the matters of his wanting to marry y/n.

‘princess rhaenyra, father. i wish to speak with you, regarding my marriage’

‘yes…speak’ his father rasped out. aegon winced at the sound of his voice and cleared his throat turning to rhaenyra who was a bit lost to why he turned to her.

‘i wish to marry y/n velaryon—‘

‘pardon?’ rhaenyra mumbled as she let go of bet fathers hand who left upset at the lost but tried to pay mind to the conversation.

‘i’m awear of my past actions, and they haunt me to this day, i have made amends with y/n herself and she and i made an agreement to be married since we are both out to marry, soon. i hope that my apology and future actions will help your forgive me—‘

‘wait..you spoke to her, yourself?’ rhaenyra didn’t like the fact they spoke or was cent close to each other. he nodded—just before she could deny on all accounts y/n walked in and looked behind her and back to the room.

‘mother, grandfather’ she greeted, looking at aegon—‘aegon, i hope you know of the situation?’

‘yes i do and i am not happy with it, y/n. you know how i feel…how you felt.’ the thought of y/n feeling any other way to aegon made him sick to his stomach, turning and looking at her as her eyebrows raised a bit but her attention turned to her mother.

‘mother i have forgiven and made peace. please…don’t marry me to jascerys, i bed of you.’ she sat down next to rhaenyra who was lost and not wanting to agree, she looked at her father who seemed to slowly nod, he agreed with the marriage. rhaenyra looking back at y/n who’s eyes asked her with great measure.

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the marriage was set and passed, the king giving a yes, alicent fuming, stomping to his room she opened the door and watched as he turned around in shock, his clothes fit for the wedding, she scoffed.

walking forward and clapping his face as hard as she could to reflect her anger, his head turning before she grabbed his jaw and forced his face forward—‘you selfish child! your sister unmarried, you married to a bastard! you make me sick’ she seethed as she felt himself begin to cry, as she went to angry walk away he yelled.

‘i did as you asked! i do as you ask, i marry, i fight, i live. i do what you want and without a fuss. the moment i get something i want you, deny. i want this, for me! not for you, is that what makes you mad? that i have something of my own? unrelated to you?’ be mumbled as tears fell from his eyes, she listened and felt a ping in her heart for her first son, turning around slowly with nothing to say, she left, but before she did she mumbled.

‘you will birth a son.’ and shutting the door behind her. he let out a shattered sigh as he cried but tried to ignore it. y/n walking into the room just moments later, seeing him sitting with his head in hands—‘aegon?’

he turned immediately at the soft voice and let himself shake, she rushed to his side and held his head around his head, pressing his head against her stomach in comfort as he hugged her waist.

her body was his comfort, her whole life, was his sanctuary.

‘it is alright.’ was all she said, not needing to hear a story but knowing he needed her.

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the wedding went as planned, the newly married going to their room, their lips on one another, they were finding it difficult to keep themselves away from one another.

moaning and groaning into one another’s mouth, they stumbled onto the bed, y/n on top of aegon who’s had squeezed at her waist, he moaned sweetly as she did the same, her hips trying to find friction between the two.

‘my wife’ he mumbled before kissing her aggressively, she smiled and mumbled back—‘my husband, my king’ he groaned at his and went between the two, undoing his pants to free himself from the painful withhold of his dick.

she felt this and did the same with taking her dress off, her body bare and flushed against his, once the two of them were free of clothes, y/n placed herself back on top of him and he groaned.

‘is it your first time?’ he asked. she nodded, this making him place his fingers between the two and in her, she let her lips drop open slowly in pleasure and pain at the sensation.

‘i don’t want to finish like this’ she mumbled with a whimper at feeling how he was curling his fingers in her.

he shook his head and pulled his fingers out slowly—‘you won’t, i will be in you. to fill you, with myself’ he told her as she nodded, her hands staying above and on his chest to let him glide himself near her entrance.

gasping a bit, she let him push himself in and sighing, the two feeling each other become one. y/n tried to move but found it difficult him seeing his—‘don’t rush it, it will hurt’ she nodded and waited until she was ready before she began to move forward and back on him. he groaned and watched her move. their hips connected together.

he held her hand as their fingers interlocked she gripped them as she watched her hips move against him, moaning in unison. once he was close, one of his hands let go of her grip and held her waist—‘i’m close’ she mumbled her eyes closed in pleasure as all he could do was nod.

struggling to keep up as she finally reached her high, him following her quickly, them moaning together as he spilled into her.

leaning forward and keeping himself in her she laid across his chest, laying to catch her breath as he did the same.

‘you look beautiful’ he told her as she only smiled and laughed a bit.

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the two were successful in having a daughter and son.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #hbo house of the dragon #house of dragons

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kysuguru · 11 months

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cuteness aggression — gojo satoru x fem!reader

synopsis : gojo gets cuteness aggression.

includes / cw : biting

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a / n : wow… haha… sweats.. hey guys

gojo isn’t really the rough kinda guy. or he doesn’t think he is. when one first looks at gojo they’d instantly assume he was the soft, kind type. but through his behavior, they couldn’t be more wrong. yet he swears it’s the opposite! obviously feeding into an outsiders first impression of him.

for example, when it comes to fighting he’ll show off a bit, especially if the enemy is underestimating him, before he deals with the problem quickly, swiping his hands to rid himself of whatever imaginary dust laid in his palms. or when he’s poking fun at someone, he’s sly and cocky, a smirk stretching his lips that could easily make anyone irate.

nearly everyone disagrees with this, and to an even higher amount whenever you’re involved.

could they blame him? you were cute no matter what you were doing, especially when you looked up at him through your lashes, pouting slightly at his incessant teasing. he always had to resist the urge to squish your face and kiss your puckered lips until you were breathless.

though he never resisted the urge to bite your cheeks harshly, ignoring your whines about his saliva as he nibbled at the fat on your face.

you’d rub your cheeks, small impulsive tears in the corner of your eyes that you tried ever so hard to hold back — aware of the smug expression he’d adorn.

this wasn’t a rare occurrence. which means you should have your guard up, but you don’t — always naive, assuming he’d stop. you couldn’t be that cute, could you?

gojo begs to differ.

you’re sitting in your chair, getting ready for class before you see a shadow tower over you. your turn to see gojo, and blink up at him obliviously, sending him a sweet smile as you speak in your sweet voice, “good morning!”

it isn’t long before he’s cupping your face in his hands, tipping you up towards him as he nips at your red cheeks, giving them a small peck right after. you squeak at the feeling of his teeth on your skin, appalled by his audacity. you squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at you pat at his chest.

geto’s scolding him for his behavior somewhere in the back, but he’s too focused on trying to satiate his cuteness aggression. you’re whining, pushing at his chest.

“gojo, you’re getting spit all over my face!! cut it out!”

he pulls back to kiss your face, mumbling, “if you really want me to stop, call me satoru.”

“satoru! please, class is gonna start soon!”

he hums, letting you know he heard you. yet he doesn’t pull away. you instantly realize you were tricked.

“ugh, satoru, you lying bastard!!”

it wasn’t long before geto grabs his blazer and harshly tugs him back. you don’t hesitate to get his saliva off your face, groaning while trying to hide how flustered you were.

you didn’t have the gall this time to berate him while asking why he did it, because his answer was always the same:

“you’re too cute to resist.”

and you’d be a bumbling mess, which was bad because he’d start nibbling at your face all over again, whispering against your cheek how you were only proving his point.

whoever said gojo wasn’t rough was a liar.

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Screeching Tires and Blood Stains

Pairing: Mafia Jongho x Reader Word Count: 3k Genre: Mafia Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Violence, Blood, Dangerous Driving, Explicit Activities, Drinking

Coming face to face with the realities of Jongho's criminal life had not been how you expected your night out together to go.

"Where is Jongho?" you begged, gripping the seatbelt so tightly that your knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"He'll be fine" Yunho stressed his eyes firmly on the road "you will be too I'll get you back safely".

"I'm not scared for me Yunho" you whimpered, not being able to focus on anything outside of the car, the scenery passing too fast for you to focus on. Jongho had ordered Yunho to get you in another car and get you back to a safe house as fast as possible. You hadn't even had a second to ask what was happening or even kiss him goodbye. Now you weren't sure if you were ever going to see your fiance again. The last sound you had heard other than the screeching tires as Yunho floored the engine was the sound of a scream which made your blood run cold.

You had known the life he led was dangerous, you had cleaned blood from his clothes more times than you could count and changed dressings on wounds at least once a month, but this was the first time you had actually come face to face with the danger he surrounded himself with everyday. Yunho often acted as your bodyguard. He was a gentle giant when it came to you and his loyalty to Jongho was unwavering so naturally Jongho trusted him to protect what he deemed most precious to him, you.

"I know, Jongho is going to be fine, he's a tough fucker" Yunho smiled wryly finally slowing the car now that he deemed it safe. "It's always a bigger deal if you are with us when something happens".

You hummed in understanding but the fear was still firmly entrenched in your chest like a lump of ice freezing you from the inside. The scenery was still passing your window in a blur, Yunho's foot still firmly on the accelerator not taking any chance that someone would follow you back to Jongho's apartment. The tire screech that followed you into the undercover parking garage was almost deafening no doubt leaving rubber in a thick layer on the smooth concrete as he finally hit the brakes before lifting you from the car and running into the waiting elevator only placing you on your own two feet when it started it's climb to the penthouse floor. He led you into the hallway nodding silently to the two men who guarded the entrance to the actual apartment, the message you didn't know officially but you had an inkling just watching the two men tense and take a more aggressive stance.

"I'll get you something to drink" Yunho smiled tightly, sitting you on the sofa and moving towards the drinks cart to grab you your standard tipple of choice.

"You're making me drinks? How bad is tonight going to be?" You sighed bitterly, your heart in your throat, looking into Yunho's eyes hoping he could see that you were demanding the truth from him.

"It could be really bad" he frowned, sitting down opposite you, pulling his hand gun from its holster and laying it on the coffee table "Jongho didn't see this coming tonight, I don't know what will happen". His candor was unusual. Normally he would soften news for you to prevent you panicking.

"You should be out there with him Yunho" you urged chewing your lip nervously "I'll be fine here, there's guys out the front and Jongho taught me to shoot" you looked at him knowing that if you could get him to go back your man was more likely to come home to you.

"He ordered me to stay with you so I will" he reminded you kindly before moving to take your hand in his. "If this goes to shit you will be looked after. I gave Jongho my word and he's given clear instructions".

"What the fuck does that mean?" You refuted angrily pulling your hand away from his as you heard loud yelling from the hallway outside. Whipping your head towards the sound with wide eyes, before a heartbeat later you found yourself pressed face first into the plush carpet Yunho pressed against your back, his long arm extended pointing his gun towards the sound. The front door burst open revealing Mingi and San, two of Jongho's enforcers, dragging a blood soaked Jongho into the apartment swearing loudly and still shouting at someone behind them.

"Fuck Yunho" San shouted as he spotted Yunho's gun trained on them “we don't need anyone else getting trigger happy tonight”.

"What happened?" Yunho grunted standing quickly, pulling you up with him, and moving to help haul Jongho's pained form onto the dining table making him breath heavily and grunt in protest.

“Were you followed Yunho? Did they see where you brought her?” Jongho growled looking at his friend.

“I got her away clean, man, you know I will keep her safe for you” Yunho replied solemnly.

"We were double crossed" Mingi spat through his clenched teeth, helping to get Jongho's shirt off of him while you stood motionless in shock beside the couch. "One of the soldiers was a plant".

"Was? I'm taking you fixed that problem?" Yunho smirked, helping to hold Jongho still while Mingi got his shirt and tie off the blood still flowing from his arm now running into the floor beneath the table staining the carpet bright vermillion. The front door once again opened as a man you know only as Doc rushed in followed by another man carrying a large medical crate.

"Is it a through and through?" Lee barked, opening one of Jongho's eyes wide to check his pupils, then felt for the pulse in his neck.

"Yeah doc, he's lost a lot of blood but he's still breathing" San replied swiftly, tying a tourniquet around Jongho's upper arm to stem the bleeding once more.

"Right get a needle in him and get some blood started" he ordered as the nameless man did as he was told.

"Will he be alright?" You finally managed to ask your voice faltering. Jongho hissed as the first needle entered the vein in his opposite arm and doc began probing the open wound in his upper arm.

"Of course" San reassured you "Doc will get him sorted out then if needed we will get him to a hospital but it's just a bullet wound" his smile was tight but he was trying his hardest to sound calm and in control. Jongho met your eyes for the first time since he had just about thrown you at Yunho screaming at him to get you out of there.

"San has got a few scratches on him. How about you help clean those up and get some clean clothes for me?" Jongho urged nodding at San and Mingi who nodded back in an unspoken agreement.

"Sure" you stuttered, walking towards the bedroom to get some clothes for at least Jongho and San. "I can do that".

San followed you, grabbing the clothes you offered him and heading into the bathroom to clean himself up, while you sat on the bed opening the first aid kit that you kept in the bedroom. San returned a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and no shirt, the small wound on his arm obvious but insignificant.

"Sit San" you tried your hardest to not let the shake in your voice obvious, following your wishes he did, letting you tend to the small graze that he didn't even seem to have noticed before Jongho had sent him with you.

"You're doing great" he murmured, pulling on a T-shirt and placing his hand on top of your head. "I'll swap with Mingi and you can look after anything that's on him". San picked up the clothes for your boyfriend and left to fetch Mingi.

Being left alone you took the chance to quickly change your own clothes, dropping the brand new dress you had worn onto the pile of clothes San had left on the bathroom floor. You would have to make sure they were incinerated later but for now you would wait for Mingi to change to another set of sweats and shirt sitting beside you on the bed.

"Ready for me?" Mingi asked softly trying to not startle you as he stepped into the room.

"Go clean up and I'll clean up anything you have that needs tending" you nodded letting him step into the bathroom with the clothes you had given him. You couldn't stop thinking about the sight of Jongho lying covered in blood on the table, how murderous he had looked being dragged by his friends into the apartment and what Yunho had said. What would you do if it did go badly? you weren't sure you could live without Jongho and would you even be allowed to just continue with life with all the things you knew and had seen in your time with him.

"Your thinking too hard" Mingi sighed sitting beside you on the bed "he's going to be fine, it's not life threatening" he gave you a small smile as you stood looking him over. Mingi has three small cuts that didn't even need dressing and a dozen bruises coming up so you carefully put some ointment on him before allowing him to finish dressing himself.

"Can I come out and see him again?" You asked meekly, putting away the first aid supplies.

"Course, docs got him hooked up to blood and saline so he should be back to normal soon anyway" Mingi grinned, escorting you out to where they were. You could hear hushed whispers as you stepped out of your shared bedroom but with Mingi's hand on your shoulder you continued to where they were still treating Jongho only he was now sitting in one of the dining chairs whilst Yunho cleaned the blood from the table.

"My love" Jongho sighed, his voice hoarse but still definitely loud enough for you to hear properly.

"Jongho" you sobbed, taking the hand closest to you and squeezing it.

"Hey love, no tears I'm fine" he tried to chuckle.

"Fine? You were just dragged onto your apartment and put on the dining table with blood pouring out of you!" you scoffed emotionally trying to not let the tears in your eyes escape your waterline and trying your hardest to resist slapping his shoulder.

"Doc has patched me up" Jongho smiled cupping your face with his other hand not noticing the dried blood all over it until it was against your skin.

"You scared me half to death" you pouted watching his eyes crinkle in a soft smile and doc removed the cannula that was no longer needed from his arm.

“That's why you love me though'' he grinned cheekily knowing you wouldn't argue you were just happy that he was fine. “You boys go home, get some rest and we will reconvene tomorrow to sort out what needs to be done”. You watched them all nod and one by one leave with Yunho being the last to go, his hand squeezing Jongho’s shoulder firmly before he let himself out.

“I'm sorry your pretty dress is ruined my love” he apologized genuinely, taking both your hands in his and kissing each of your fingers. “I'll buy you ten more to replace it”.

“Let me get you into bed first” you chewed your lip tiredly “you need rest”. He stood up easily, letting you pull him carefully behind you to his bedroom, sitting him down on his side of the bed letting him get comfortable against the headboard before you went back out to turn off all the lights. You returned to him smiling crookedly at you, his hair tousled from running his hand through it. Slipping the sweatpants you had put on off you were left in just one of his oversized t-shirts and your underwear.

“Do you need help getting into bed handsome?” You tilted your head as you crossed the room to him, noticing his eyes roaming up and down your body.

“No but I have had a thought” he started his soft eyes meeting yours while he cupped your cheek with his hand “I want you to move in here with me, I want to come home to you, I want to know you’re always safe”.

“I thought you wanted me to keep one step away from this life?” you furrowed your brows slightly even though the corners of your lips turned upward.

“I did but now I want you with me always” he admitted pulling you in to kiss you passionately, even in his injured state he easily maneuvered you into his lap pressing you against him and holding you in place with his hand on the nape of your neck.

“We can’t you’re hurt” you whispered against his lips, feeling his hard chest against your own, your hands bunching up his shirt to expose his flesh to you.

“I’m not that injured my love” he murmured back lowering one of his hands to squeeze and tease your tits making you whimper and shuffle in his lap “please let me touch you” he continued pressing his hips up against your barely covered crotch, you dropped your forehead against his shoulder letting him do whatever he wanted in that moment letting small noises leave your lips with each movement of his hands. Kissing his neck softly you felt the vibrations from his quiet groan through his skin encouraging you to keep kissing him.

“You’re so amazing letting me touch you, letting me love you” he rasped, swallowing hard and moving his attention to your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing you against his hardening dick helping you grid against him the way he wanted. “You going to let me fuck you yeah?”.

“Yes Jongho” you whined, his fingers brushing against your covered clit only to pull away again to help you lift yourself enough for him to pull his now weeping cock from his pants so that there would be nothing but the flimsy material of your underwear between you. Continuing your grinding against him he let out a low groan from deep in his throat moving your underwear to the side to easily slip himself between your folds to cover his length with your essence before gradually entering your tight hole and allowing you to sink down at your own pace, splitting you open and stretching you until you were so full you didn’t think you could possibly take anymore of him.

“Just a little bit more my love” he grunted, not moving his hips to let you control your own pace.

“So big Jongho” you moaned softly, not stopping your legs from sinking you down further on his cock. You heard him grunt as you finally pressed hips against his pelvis, the delicious mix of pleasure and almost pain making your head swim. Jongho’s head fell back against the bed frame with a soft thunk, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. You began to roll your hips again unhurriedly enjoying the feeling of him inside you, his hands on you, his voice surrounding you as you began to find your leisurely pace. Your hands on his chest you leant forward to press your lips against his neck nipping and carefully sucking small love bites on his skin marking him lightly as yours and only yours as his grip on you tightened no doubt leaving his own marks on you for you to find in the morning.

“Fuck I’m so in love with you” He moaned his breath coming out in soft pants and grunts as you continued to ride him.

“I love you” you mewled the pleasure flowing through you making you move more desperately his whimpers making you need more as the image of him still covered in blood entered your mind making you feel everything so much more intensely bringing tears to your eyes your rocking hips moving faster as your got more emotional “I love you Jongho”. The first tear falling from your eyes onto his neck mingling with his sweat and making his skin even saltier against your tongue.

“I got you love, I’m here” he grunted loudly his hands now moving your hips as you began to lose your rhythm his hips coming up slightly to meet yours “Fuck my love I’m here, I’ll always he here he ground out as your walls started to flutter wildly around him.

“Fuck Jongho…Jongho” you cried coming hard around him, your walls milking his seed from him as he followed you with his own release. Slumping against him you continued kissing his neck lazily breathing in his scent as your eyes began to droop slightly. You both sat in silence, your bodies still connected as you came down from your highs only moving when Jongho helped you to lay beside him, your thighs burning too much for you to move by yourself gracefully.

“I know I scared you tonight my love” he started brushing his fingers against your back as you laid curled up against him “I’m sorry”.

“I know it’s your life Jongho, I’ve known for almost as long as we have been together. It’s a risk I knew existed but I never thought would happen in front of me. Is that naive?” You asked honestly.

“There will be retribution for what happened tonight so hopefully it won't happen in front of you again but I can’t promise it will never happen again” he answered truthfully “But I will protect you always and Yunho will take care of you if anything ever happens to me so you will always be safe”.

“I love you Jongho, I’ll get my stuff together to move in at the weekend” you grinned against his chest. Feeling him silently chuckle.

“I’ll let the guys know they will be moving your stuff for you then”.

A/N: Thank you for reading as always your support means the world to me as always I appreciate every like, reblog and comment my beautiful lovelies xx

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7ndipity · 11 months

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Their Crush Has a Date

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Pt.3 of the Secret Crush series, how they would react to you going on a date with someone or finding out that another member liked you.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of drinking, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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Jin:

When you told him about the date, he was honestly surprised by his own reaction; the sudden, rising sense of panic enough to make him feel physically ill, but he tries to hide it.

As much as it kills him though, your happiness is still the most important thing to him, so he lets you go without saying anything.

He even tries to ask you how things went the next day, even though the question feels like a fistfull of wet sand in his mouth.

When he hears you had a lousy time however, he’s hit with a wave of elation, followed immediately by guilt, as he listens to you explain how you never feel comfortable with anyone the way you are with him.

The whole ordeal is the final push he needs to admit to himself that he has to tell you how he feels.

Yoongi:

As soon as he hears mention of you having a date, he turns soo sullen. Like, this is one the few times his poker face would slip and you can practically see the raincloud over his head.

Probably lowkey avoids you for the days leading up to and following your date, cause he doesn’t want to hear, or even think about it.

Until you call to check on him and he finds out that you didn’t even go on the date after all, and his attitude does a full 180, suddenly sounding much brighter as he asks if you wanna hang out.

Despite his relief, there’s a new, lingering worry in his mind about what if you find someone else.

Starts trying to do extra things with you that are more couple-y, trying to subtly show you what being in a relationship with him could be like.

Hobi:

Full on panicking.

The mere idea of you with someone else brings out a possessive side of him that he didn’t even realize was there.

Like, he didn’t consider himself a jealous person, but after he almost punched Jungkook for just saying that he thought you were attractive, he’s not so sure.

This would for sure be the thing that ends up causing him to snap and confess.

Like, he would show up at your door and just spill out this big, rambly speech he only half thought through on the way over because he can’t take it anymore. He loves you, and he needs you to know.

Namjoon:

He would get soo passive aggressive and salty about the whole situation, though of course you don’t understand his sudden attitude shift.

Y’all would end up having a big fight about the whole thing and wind up not talking for a bit.

Until he hears from one of the other guys that the date went absolutely awful, and then he’s immediately calling or showing up at your place, to make sure you're okay.

Is super apologetic as he tries to comfort you as best he can, feeling like shit for having made the situation worse for you.

Starts realizing that he needs to come clean about his feelings for you, but isn’t sure how to proceed.

Jimin:

The human embodiment of the “this is fine” meme.

Wants desperately to distance himself from the whole situation, but he literally can never stay away from you, so he ends up just trying to smile through the pain as you go on about how excited you are.

Convinces himself that one date’s not that big of a deal, it doesn’t mean anything.

He would crack though if one of the other members showed interest in you, pulling them aside and telling them what’s going on, wanting to avoid any potential issues.

Seriously considers confessing after talking things through with them, though it might take him a while to get up the nerve.

Taehyung:

When he finds out about your date, he doesn’t even bother trying to hide his distaste for the whole situation, becoming withdrawn and sulky.

When you comment on it though, saying he's acting like he’s jealous or smth, he’ll vehemently deny it, but he’s not fooling anyone.

Mainly just avoids talking about it as much as possible tho.

If one of the other members says anything about being into you, however, all attempts at a poker face go out the window, telling them point blank to back off.

He would end up planning to confess after that, realizing that if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you to someone else.

Jungkook:

I know I sound like a broken record, but this is his kryptonite. He absolutely cannot stand to see you with someone else.

If another member even hints about being interested in you, he’s shutting them down soo fast, inadvertently letting his own feelings for you show through, but they don’t say anything.

Like Hobi, he would end up confessing, though it would probably come out in the middle of a fight.

Like, he would be going off about why are you going out with somebody like them?! “You deserve so much better!” “Why do you even care?!” “Because I love you!”

And everything just freezes for a minute before you both slowly sit down, finally talking everything out properly.

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baylz · 7 months

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I BLINKED AND SUDDENLY, I HAD A VALENTINE .ᐟ

IN WHICH: Yuji requests spending Valentine's Day together, but it isn't a date, right?...right?

pairing: Yuji x oblivious reader

tropes: friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, small angst

song to play: valentine by laufey

word count: 3, 108

warnings: annoyed nobara, judgemental megumi, gojo being a annoying, swearing

a/n: i was supposed to upload this on the 14th but i was super busy that week so IGNORE THAT. ALSO!! this was SUPPOSED to be an oblivious reader au but it i wrote as if they were in denial so...ENJOY ANYWAY!!

: 𓏲🌷 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🎀𖦹ִ ࣪

Japan has always been so beautiful during spring. It’s February, and the flowers are in bloom. Young love has also begun to blossom around the school. It is Valentine’s Day, and there is a great deal of chocolates, bouquets, letters, and love confessions. Everyone seemed to have someone to spend the day with except you.

Nobara usually spends the day with you, but plans changed this year. “Maki and I have a cute date. This is gonna be our first Valentine together!” She swooned, and you groaned, dropping your head onto the desk.

Megumi plopped himself down next to you. “What’s wrong with them?”

“They don’t want to spend today alone.” Nobara rolled her eyes at your antics. “Oh!” She aggressively patted Megumi’s shoulders as an idea appeared, earning a glare. “Why don’t you keep them company, Megs?”

“I wish to spend today alone. Gojo is making me go see a new movie that came out. Said he needed ‘emotional support’. Geto needs to stop playing and get him off my back.” It was Megumi’s turn to groan now.

Yuji entered the classroom to see his two sulking friends with their heads hung low and a disappointed Nobara. It was similar to when he would get scolded by Nanami. He shivered at the memory.

“Uh, what is happening?” He cautiously stepped closer to his friends. Nobara poked at the moping duo to get up, but no one budged. “They’re being whiny.”

“Spending the day alone is fine, but I’ve always wanted someone to spend it with. Receiving flowers, a cute note, and overall just being wanted by someone.” Your words were completely muffled but understood nonetheless, receiving a comforting pat on the head from Nobara. “You will.”

You finally looked at her, “Oh, yeah? who?”

“Me.”

“HUH?!” They all simultaneously broke their necks to look at the pinkette. Even Megumi snapped out of his grief to gape at him. Nobara was flabbergasted, to say the least. Megumi? speechless. But, when wasn’t he? Yuji ignored the astonished stares of the room and focused on your gaze instead. “I was thinking since we’re both free, I was wondering if…” Yuji nervously stuffed his hands in his pockets before continuing, “You’d spend the day with me?”

As they looked at each other, time seemed to slow down, and Nobara's retorts were completely ignored. You started to think about what today meant and how nice it would be to be part of it with a person like Yuji. He has always been kind to you, flashing the sweetest smile your way when he sees you. His presence was welcoming, and you couldn’t help but feel at home. Plus, you were friends, so why wouldn’t you agree?

“Pick me up at my dorm?” A grin spread across his face, eyes twinkling. “I’ll see you at 5 o’clock then.”

After Yuji left, Nobara and Megumi’s eyes were boring into you. You furrowed your brows at them, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “What?”

“Dude…Yuji just asked you out on a date!” She exclaimed, shaking your shoulders in excitement.

“Quit it, Bara! He did not! We’re just hanging out as friends.” She stared at you blankly as if saying, ‘You’re fucking joking, right?’

You looked to Megumi for support, but he just shook his head judgementally as if he was telepathically calling you an idiot. He was.

: 𓏲🌷 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🎀𖦹ִ ࣪

“Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you that it’s not a date?”

“Until you stop being stupid.”

It was 4:57, and you were currently being pestered by Nobara on the phone while getting ready for your date hang out with Yuji. Nobara was propped up on your vanity while you were doing your makeup, “We’re just two friends hanging out on Valentine’s Day. If he wanted to ask me out on a date, he would’ve worded it differently.”

The girl on the other line stayed silent, considering it and understanding your point. But, she knew Yuji. You may not have noticed, but she had seen how differently he treated you compared to them.

He was normally very friendly and playful towards them but it was different with you. He often joked, but she noticed how he would always look at you first. When you’re sick, he’s the first one at your door with medicine and soup. Even during the times when you cling to him after he gets injured during one of his missions, his top priority is to comfort you and wipe the tears of worry off your face.

Nobara had been friends with him long enough to know that he hid his emotions very well. He was never the open type, but Nobara could always tell how he felt.

And from the look in his eyes earlier when you agreed, Yuji really thought he finally had you. Her heart ached for him, but she knew he had to tell you himself.

“Listen, Y/n, Yuji may seem to have it together, but he has never been good with his words and makes up for it with his actions. So, keep that in mind, okay?”

There had been a knock on your door at the moment. You said your goodbyes to Nobara before hanging up. You checked yourself out in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. After fixing your hair and spritzing some perfume, you open to door and are greeted by a beaming Yuji holding a bouquet of…pink paper tulips?

“I made these for you.” He held them out to you, and you could feel your heart pounding at the sweet gesture. You reached out to take them, your hands accidentally brushing, causing the two of you to flinch away from the contact. Two hearts pounding in unison.

Yuji laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, eyes looking everywhere but at you. When he did finally look at you, a blush crept up his face as he silently marveled at your outfit.

“You look really pretty, Y/n.” Your brain short-circuited at that moment.

It’s not a date. It’s not a date. It’s not a date.

“Thank…thank you, you look pretty too.” Wait, can you say that? No clue.

Yuji laughed genuinely at your compliment and extended his arm to you. “Ready?”

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Yuji mentioned that the place he wanted to take you was pretty far, so you had to take a train, which you obliged to. Knowing him, you expected him to make this a fun experience for you because that was just the kind of person he was. What you hadn’t expected was a packed train.

The train is usually filled with children, parents, businessmen, elders, etc. So, it was no surprise that it was particularly crammed today. You and Yuji maneuvered through the crowd, attempting to find a secluded area or an available seat. Thankfully, you did.

Unfortunately, there was only one spot was left.

The two of you bickered back and forth about who would take the seat. Yuji insisted you take it, but you stubbornly argued he should instead.

“You can take it. I can stand.”

“No, I’ll stand, and you sit.”

In the end, Yuji wound up taking the seat, but with you in his lap.

His hands were snug where they were wrapped around your waist, his head resting comfortably on your shoulder. You felt how fast his heart was thumping against your back despite his calm demeanor. You leaned against him because you couldn’t deny how nice it felt to be held by him. He was so warm and smelled so good, and you honestly couldn't think about anything else but the boy that clung to you.

This isn’t a date. This isn’t a date, This isn’t a date. He’s just being nice—

“Are you okay with this?”

Yes.

Definitely.

Absolutely.

You placed your hands over him as a way to reassure him that you were okay and trusted him. He silently nodded his head and relished in the moment of being able to be this close to you. You consumed him; your body radiated a type of warmth that not even the sun could provide him. Everything about you was just lovely. The sweet scent of your perfume and the honeyed fragrance of the shampoo in your hair was heavenly to him. Whether this time with you had a positive outcome or not, he was just happy to be with you. Having you in his arms like this was one of the best things to happen today.

“Yuji?” He acknowledged you with a hum, the vibrations thrumming against your back like the train rumbling around them. “Where exactly are we going?”

He adjusted his grip on you and thought for a moment, trying to decide whether he should tell you or not, and you could mentally picture the mischievous grin on his face as he said, “You’ll see when we get there.”

You peeked over to glare at him, “You’re really not gonna tell me?”

“’Course not.”

I’m gonna beat the shit out of him.

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Yuji currently had his hands over your eyes, leading you to god knows where. No matter how often you poked and probed at him, he refused to relent.

“Just tell me, please?! One hint?”

“No.”

You groaned and blindly followed his lead, literally. The tepid spring breeze caressed your skin softly, and you listened to the swaying of the trees as you felt something prickle at your bare legs. The more you walked, the more you started to realize you were stepping on grass.

The wind blew harder, and you felt a wisp of a feather-like touch against your cheek. The suspense and secrecy were killing you. “Yuji, where are we—”

“Okay, we’re here.”

He removed his hands from your face, and your words immediately died in your throat. You were standing in a field of cherry blossom trees. You have never seen such a sight like this before. The meadow was covered in scarlet and ivory corolla, and you drank it all.

In the center of it all, there lay a single pink blanket and a picnic basket. There was a wide spread of all your favorite foods and desserts. Your mouth watered at the sight of the decorative cupcakes, cookies, drinks, fruits, and sandwiches.

“You did all this?!” You gawked, eyes flickering between the display and your friend.

“Well…I made the food and organized the setup...in way.”

You and Yuji plopped down on the duvet. You picked up a cupcake with a sloppily frosted heart on top and took a bite.

You suspiciously eyed Yuji. “Did you make these?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because your pipe work is shit.” You laughed while Yuji threw you a look. You remember a time when he attempted to make your birthday cake for a surprise party the group had planned. To say the least, it was a mess because the letters looked like a child scribbled on them. You recall the look on Nobara’s and Megumi’s faces and smiled at the memory. Even though he’s not great in the kitchen, you can tell that everything he made today was prepared with a certain fondness.

You and Yuji spent the rest of your time eating and talking. The atmosphere was pleasant. Aside from all the flowers that surrounded you, you could feel something blooming in your chest the more time you spent with him.

From an outsider's point of view, you resembled a couple. How close you two were sitting, the longing looks, the light graze of fingers, and even the way you were finding excuses to feed each other.

You bit into a chocolate-covered strawberry and savored the deliciously sweet flavor. “Here.” You plucked another one off the plate and held it before Yuji’s lips. “Try this.”

He wasn’t a huge fan of chocolate, but who was he to turn away from being fed a strawberry by his crush? A fool, that’s what. He leaned forward and took a small bite, chewing slowly and trying not to gag from the taste.

You looked at him expectantly, eyes sparkling under the sunlight. “Do you like it?”

He gave you a quivered smile, causing you to burst out in a fit of laughter and hand him a napkin. “You can spit it out.” Yuji stubbornly shook his head and swallowed. Whether he liked it or not, he would eat whatever you gave him.

“Yuji…you didn’t have to eat it.” You wiped off a chunk of chocolate on the corner of his mouth.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to suppress the blush forming on his face. He failed.

He looked at you with an unreadable expression. An expression you’ve never seen on his face before. It was almost…serious. “I had to. I’ve never made a habit of denying you, Y/n.”

Your brows furrowed at that. You were never good at reading people. Especially people like Yuji. You weren’t sure if there was a hidden meaning behind his statement. Yes, he always tried to indulge in your interests and let you ramble about your latest fixation. But what did he mean by “deny you”?

You were about to ask when you felt a sudden drip on your head. Grey clouds suddenly loomed over you, casting a shadow over you and Yuji. Tiny droplets turned into a downpour, completely drenching you and your perfect picnic.

The two of you ran to take cover under one of the cherry blossom trees. It didn’t help much, but it lessened the impact of the rain. You watched from a distance as your food got completely destroyed. You could feel how the mood had shifted. The look on Yuji’s face confirmed that.

“I am so sorry.” His apology left you at a loss for words.

“What are you sorry for?” You softly asked.

He didn’t look at you as he said, “I didn’t check the weather. I would’ve brought an umbrella if I did. I completely ruined this date. I wanted to make this a memorable day for you.”

His words struck. You quickly turned to him at his dejection and wanted nothing more than to provide comfort. But there were so many things scrambling through your mind at the moment that you had no idea what to focus on. The fact that Yuji had confirmed this was a date. The fact that he felt he had ruined everything when it was the complete opposite. Or the fact that he had thought about this so carefully because he wanted to make you happy. You couldn’t believe he thought of himself as a failure when you felt so lucky to have him.

“Yuji I…”

“I spent an hour making all that food. I had to remake those cupcakes four times because I kept burning them, and now they’re soaked. I was never much a baker, but I did it for you.”

“Yuji…” You tried again.

Except, he didn’t hear you. He watched as the bouquet he gave you earlier wilt under the rainfall. His fists and jaw clenched, he said, “You know, that bouquet took hours to make. I practically burned my fingers multiple times because of the glue gun I used, but I knew it was worth it because I wanted to give you something that wasn’t temporary. Flowers die so fast, and I knew how much you loved them, so I made sure they would last forever and the rain ruined it—”

“Yuji!” Your hands cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “I loved everything you did today. I loved the flowers, I loved the picnic, and god, I loved being with you. I wouldn't have had it any other way.” It was hard to maintain eye contact due to the droplets constantly getting your line of vision, but Yuji could see the sincereness in your gaze.

But you had more to say. You had to make sure he truly understood. “I don’t care that it didn’t go exactly as planned. I loved it regardless, and I…” You stopped, scanning his features. The look of shock in his light brown eyes, his mouth slightly parted as he waited for you to finish.

“I realized today how much I love you. I really love you, Yuji.” Not wasting a second, you closed the space between you and pressed your lips against his. He was quick to return your affections, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer. Bodies flushed together as your mouths moved in a smooth rhythm. He kissed you desperately as if he had been wanting to do it for a long time. He kissed like you provided him oxygen, so passionate and so devoting.

He pulled away to catch his breath, face crimson and disheveled. “I really love you too, Y/n.” He was about lean in for round two until…

“Finally!” A voice screamed suddenly.

There was a smack and yelp. “Will you shut up?” A hushed voice snarled. The two of you could hear the two strangers murmuring back and forth, bickering.

It had sounded all too familiar.

“Gojo sensei, is that you?” Yuji called out. The white-haired male peeked out from behind the tree, waving at the pair. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt!”

You exchanged a look with Yuji at the sight of your teacher crashing your date. “Who else is with you?”

Gojo reached next to him and pulled a drenched and scowling Megumi to his side. If looks could kill, Gojo would be dead again. Your eyes flickered between the two and back at Yuji. “What are you guys doing here?”

Megumi sighed. “Yuji asked us if we could help him by setting up this picnic while he went to pick you up so everything could already be ready by the time you got here. But, you guys arrived before we could leave so we hid behind the tree.”

“So, you lied about the movie?”

He shrugged. “Pretty much.”

You swatted Yuji’s chest at that. “You told me you set this up yourself!” Yuji giggled, taking hold of your hand against his chest, and apologetically kissed your forehead. “Sorry, I should’ve been more clear.”

Ultimately, Gojo took everyone back to the school, throwing away all the soggy food and packing the dampened blanket and basket in his trunk. Gojo and Megumi sat in the front while you and Yuji cuddled in the backseat. The only sound you could hear was the pitter-patter of the rain, the gentle blow of the car heater, and the sooth thumping of Yuji’s heartbeat as you laid against his chest. The atmosphere was quiet and cozy and you felt your eyes growing heavy, unable to stay awake.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/n.” Yuji mumbled tenderly against your hair before you fell into a peaceful sleep.

: 𓏲🌷 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🎀𖦹ִ ࣪

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definitelynotamhafan · 5 months

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Bound (Fear pt.4)

You were choking. Fire, water, whatever it was, shoving itself down your throat in the void. You wanted to scream, but nothing came. It wasn’t painful. If it was, you would’ve pushed the god off of you long ago.

Atum-Ra’s burning hot hands gripping your throat, and then, kiss after kiss, brought you back. And then fire lit your blood up, flaring inside your veins. Your fingers clutched onto the creator’s hair, pulling and tugging as your own lips sought life into his own. Kisses after kisses, more and more heat sparked your souls.

“Amheh.” Your name, off of his tongue. “You’ll never leave me, right? You promise?”

The heat pounding in your head, along with the lightheaded feeling which his addictive lips gave you, barely allowed you to process his words. But when you did, you barely managed to slur out a:

“Never.”

Before white hot, searing pleasure brought its tendrils around you again, as Atum-Ra’s hips molded into yours for the nth time that night.

It felt so good. So right, up until you’d felt his warm smile fade, into a psychotic grin.

“Swear it. Amheh. Amheh. Amheh! AM-“

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“-HEH!” Seth’s voice startled you awake as you jolted up, sweating and panting.

“M’ awake! ‘m awake!- ow.” Your head hit the wooden beam of Seth’s bed with a smack.

“You alright? You were screaming in your sleep.” His voice took on a teasing tone as you rubbed your head in absolute silence.

Great. Even in your sleep you couldn’t escape your filthy and possessive ex.

“M’fine…” you mumbled, voice sore and hoarse with grogginess.

You sat up, propping your back off of the cold floor with a hand, the floor on which you had insisted to sleep on the night before, assuring Seth that beds were of no comfort for you, since you used to sleep on obsidian slabs and in pools of hot molten lava. You may or may not have regretted that decision, because you definitely felt your back crack with a wince.

“Told you.” He said, as if knowing what you were thinking. “Was it good?”

“Was what good?” You shot back as you pulled yourself together hard enough to stand up.

“The sex.”

You almost choked on your own spit, wheezing out a: “JESUS CHRIST.”

“Who?”

“Nevermind.” You answered, shrugging off his confusion. “And that.” You said, referring to your private affairs. “Is none of your business.”

Seth’s smirk only tugged up further, turning even as smug as possible, for someone who’d gotten carried to bed by yours truly.

“C’mooooon. I heard you.” He teased. “Oh, Ra, please! Harder~! Harder~!”

You grabbed a nearby pillow and smacked him on the head.

“Bold words coming from you, Mr. I-fell-asleep-on-the-couch-so-Amheh-can-carry-me-like-the-princess-I-am!” You retorted, frowning.

After the entire charade involving hiding from Horus in antique pottery you had stayed up late, enjoying Seth’s yapping about other gods, laughing at how he mocked them and trash talked them, and eventually ended up watching him doze off on the couch. You had carried him back to bed, and when he stirred awake, he had tried to persuade you into joining him, which you refused. Multiple times.

He may have been one of the only people you’d be close enough to consider family, but that didn’t mean you trusted him any more than the venomous viper Ra was. For all you could know, this could’ve been a setup, to get you to admit to the crimes you’d been accused of.

“What’s your deal?” You suddenly blurted out.

“What?” Seth asked, suddenly confused.

“Why are you here?” You questioned, raising a brow. “Didn’t the council curse you to be a demigod? Last I checked, demigods don’t have temples, let alone ones this big-“

“How do you know about that?” He asked, suddenly aggressive. His eyes drifted to yours, blood red eyes meeting your light speckled ones.

“Oh please. You think I’m stupid? Even I, on my millennia long trip, managed to hear what kind of crap you shoved yourself into.” You chastised, half mocking, half annoyed.

“To answer your question, I was a god once.” He retorted, mirroring your tone.

“Was.” You corrected.

“…” he paused. “Your point?” His brow quirked, lips pursing together in annoyance.

“Why would Ra let you keep your temple? Let me tell you this. She wouldn’t.” You said, suddenly suspicious of him. “Did she set this up?”

“What do you take me for?! A fool?” Seth suddenly jumped, like an aggressive hound at the throat of a hare. “Of course not!”

You went silent, but eyed him suspiciously as you sat back down. He was too jumpy. Too quick to shut you down. Something was up.

Silence. It was deafening. It filled your mind, flitting and jumping in between traitorous thoughts and excuses for not believing him. It wasn’t the quiet, serene silence. No. It was the kind which upheld tension, almost suffocating when your brain’s buzzing with so many questions.

“Are you hungry?” Seth asked, breaking this silence.

“What?”

Seth? Offering you food? That was new. But then again, everything was new. You’d been gone millennia. He could’ve changed…

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Nevermind. He’s still the same angry sandcat he once was.

“I won’t.” You replied, defiantly.

“Fine.”

“Fine!” You insisted.

“Fine!” He mirrored.

Silence, again. This wasn’t how you wanted to start your day. In fact, you didn’t even feel like staying in his room anymore.

“I’m going out.” You said suddenly, standing up abruptly, getting ready to leave.

“No.” Seth refused.

“What do you mean, no?“ you whipped around to face him.

“I mean no. You’re not leaving. You’re supposed to be under my surveillance, remember?”

Oh great. Just great. This was what you needed. And it only fed your suspicions further. He may have only wanted to help, but knowing Seth…. There was also an ulterior motive.

“Too bad, sandcat.” You answered, heading for the door.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, stopping you in your tracks, his teasing smile gone, like the moon behind a cloud.

“Sandcat. It’s only fair that I get to call you that since you mistook me for that bastard Heh.” You stated, moving towards the exit, again.

“Cute. But still no.” He said coldly.

A wisp of sand coiled around your foot, keeping you pinned. He had. You knew that much. Demigod or no, his control over sand was much too better than any demigod you’ve encountered. That means, someone had granted him a temporary godhood. And you had a few people in mind.

“Seth.” You said firmly. “Let me go.”

He took in a deep breath, rubbing his hand through his long red hair.

“I can’t.”

You knew he couldn’t, for you could finally see the marking on his lower back. A small eye, in a thin circlet of sun rays, representing your one and only Sun god.

“You lied.” You stated.

“I did.” He replied, smirking sadly.

You paused. Your mind spiraling into too many questions and thoughts of betrayal.

“How much?” You asked. “How much do you have to keep me here, for you to gain your whatever he- she promised you?”

Seth went silent, his lips pressing into a thin line, he looked at you, and then at anything but you.

“A fortnight.” He answered.

Shit.

HEYYY GUYS. SO SORRY I HAVEN’T POSTED IN SO LONG, I’ve just been busy with school stuff and catching up on some missing assignments! Hope you enjoyed this part, and I’ll make sure to try and write the next two parts faster!

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cheegu3 · 1 year

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Enhypen - the glory (Part 7)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere themes, swearing, mentions of wounds, bullying, inaccurate descriptions of police work,

genre; yandere

wc; 4.7k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; I’ve been really busy so this isn’t my best chapter, pls keep this in mind 😭 I have the whole ending and everything planned out but it’s moving really slowly, a lot of repeating here and less plot driven?? In the future I want to try and update more often and if I can’t do that then I want to give longer chapters, but don't kill me bc it's not very exiting it will hopefully get better :c

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Your feelings of horror caused your voice to come out like a trembling whisper.

‘’ Who is watching you? ‘’

Soobin grew more erratic. His eyes almost bulged out of his head and his breathing sped up. Despite this, he tried his hardest to keep his gaze away from the one standing in the shadows. The person watching couldn’t under any circumstances, know that Soobin was about to tell you another secret he’d been keeping from you.

‘’ Ni-ki. It changes, but he’s the one they tell to follow me the most. I think it’s because of his background as a fighter, oh god- what would he do to me if…’’ Soobin rambled on to himself.

‘’ Soobin! I need you to calm down and tell me before he gets suspicious that you’re halfway out the door. ‘’

You felt like bile was rising up your throat and your hands felt clammy with anxiety. However, you knew that you had to be brave and order him around; who knows what they might do if the both of you get caught.

Soobin let out another shaky breath while raising his head to look at you. The crease on his forehead softened and he nodded promptly, realizing the urgency you were trying to convey.

‘’ There’s another secret I’ve been keeping from you. ‘’

‘’ Be quick, ‘’ you hissed.

‘’ Ever since that day when your dad saw us, they’ve been following me around and asking me to update on you and what you’re doing. ‘’

‘’ Why would you do that? ‘’

‘’ It’s fine, really, ‘’ he assured you. ‘’ I haven’t been telling them the whole truth of course, they don’t know about the revenge plans. But they followed us to the rooftop…the hospital and presumably my house too. ‘’

You sighed and the scowl returned to your face.

‘’ They didn’t just threaten to fire my dad. They also said that they would hurt you, y/n. ‘’

‘’ Don’t worry about me Soobin. You know they wouldn’t actually hurt me that bad. As long as they didn’t threaten to hurt you, it should be fine right? Don’t give them what they want. ‘’

‘’ It’s not that easy. ‘’ he tilted his head, ‘’ Why are you different? ‘’

It was easy to tell that he meant well, he just didn’t know how to word his concerns but it still felt like a personal attack.

‘’ What do you mean? ‘’ you spat back rather aggressively.

‘’ You are almost never worried anymore, you have an almost careless attitude. Have you given up? ‘’

Your angry scowl disappeared, the eyebrows sunk as well as the corners of your lips.

‘’ I feel…I don’t know- ‘’ you sighed.

‘’ Anxiety? Worry? Urgency? ‘’

‘’ All of them. ‘’

‘’ I’m here for you. You can always talk to me, and you know that. ‘’

‘’ I know. It’s just hard. I’ve never had someone like that before, I’m used to dealing with everything myself. ‘’

‘’ As long as you’re trying, it’s okay, ‘’ he smiled fondly and you returned it.

Then you both thought of Ni-ki watching you at around the same time so the smiles disappeared almost as fast as they came.

‘’ What do we do about them following you? ‘’

‘’ I will keep you updated by text. ‘’

‘’ What if they go through your phone? ‘’

He stilled.

‘’ I will try my best to never make that happen, ‘’ his words came out more as a question, showing his uncertainty. But you had no other suggestions, so you just waved him off.

‘’ See you tomorrow. ‘’

‘’ Bye. ‘’

When he closed the door and walked away, the urge to turn your head and look at Ni-ki almost won over the persistent side of you. The car was started instead and you hurried to drive home, not wanting to sit in the silence with the pair of eyes watching you.

On the way home a thought popped into your head. Many others did as well, however, one in particular stuck and you kept thinking about it for the last few minutes of the drive.

If they were watching Soobin, were they watching you too?

*******

During the morning of the next day, Soobin texted you. It was a normal text, but for some reason, you felt a bit jumpy whenever your phone pinged and lit up with the text - new message.

It could either be from them, which was undeniably worse, or Soobin, who often texted you about them so it still made your heart beat faster. Escaping them had become pretty much impossible now; they were at school, in your phone, outside of school and near your home, in Soobin’s texts and their names had even been in your parents’ mouths too. Like parasites, they infested every part of your life when you foolishly thought it would only stay at school.

The worst part was how quickly it all escalated. Knowing they had seen you with Soobin, you guessed it was because of that. Still, you wondered why they didn’t bully him into stopping hanging out with you like they had with everyone else. Why did they want to go one step further with Soobin? Did they make this whole elaborate plan to make you never upset them or talk to anyone again, was it a game that brought them satisfaction or was there something else they were trying to do?

7:36 am

You: When did Ni-ki come to the parking lot yesterday?

Another thing that popped into your mind when you got paranoid about them following you too was that Ni-ki had seen you meet with Yena. If he did, all plans to use her would go out the window. However, even if he didn’t see you two you needed to be careful next time in case they would start to follow you. You had no idea how to meet her discreetly.

Cousin: I think when I did, I saw a car following me on the way

You: What if they’re following me too?

Cousin: It’s possible if they’ve split up

You: Oh no…

You: They could all spread out between everyone in my life, I don’t want my parents to be hurt

Cousin: I’m sure they won’t. They don’t have that much time on their hands anyway. But if you’re worried, don’t meet me at school so they have no idea that you know about them following me.

Cousin: You can text Yeonjun instead of me today. I’ll delete our conversation in case they go through my phone.

You: Yeonjun? He wants nothing to do with me

Cousin: I overheard what he said when you visited and I scolded him, he got grumpy of course but agreed to help if we fucked up

He sent Yeonjun’s number in the chat and you added it to your phone, naming him ‘’ grumpy cat ‘’.

Cousin: See you at school, stranger :)

You rolled your eyes and started getting ready for school. Several times on the way down the stairs, you checked your bag to ensure you hadn’t accidentally left a post-it note in there or anything else they could grab.

The school was pretty busy when you arrived, close to when the bell would ring. Many students surrounded you on all sides which you were a bit grateful for because you couldn’t see any of your bullies.

Inside the classroom, you spotted Soobin though. A small smile played on your lips, but you quickly caught yourself and let it fade meanwhile your eyes darted to the corner where they always sat.

They were there, all hunched over their desks like usual and busy talking, which thankfully meant they hadn’t seen you. You wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible so you snuck to the back where your chair waited for you, and sat down quietly.

In your peripheral vision, Soobin was moving around a lot. You assumed he was restless and had to stop himself from talking to you in front of the guys. He was forced to stay still not long after, when the teacher entered the classroom.

The sound of her voice quickly disappeared into the background as you daydreamed about lunch. You hoped that they would just let you be today, no punishments or bothering you like the first day you and Soobin ate.

*******

When the bell rang and the much-needed lunch break after the double lessons but also dreaded time came, you almost sprinted out first out of the classroom. They didn’t have the chance to get out before you and wait outside, not that you were sure that was on their minds; they seemed a lot more disinterested in you and focused on other things, even at school.

The phone in your pocket had vibrated a long time ago and you had spent the last ten minutes of the lesson unfocused, waiting for the bell to ring so you could see who had texted you.

Soobin looked after you as you left, a sad frown on his face due to him not being able to follow you. He had to push down the curiosity that washed over him, almost taking over the logical side and making him follow you anyway.

Far down the hallway, your head whipped in all directions to see where you could hide for a moment. The classrooms that were full soon emptied out and students poured into the hall where you were, giving you some shielding from the guys if they were looking for you.

Eventually, you spotted the girls’ bathroom and went in, closing yourself inside a stall and bringing the phone out.

12:06 pm

Y: New photos attached

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. It was Yena, she already had photos? Your thumb hesitated to click them, scared that you’d see something that would be hard to pretend you didn’t know of later. But, you pressed it anyway, quite suddenly before you kept hesitating.

The display flickered in the dark bathroom as the photos loaded in. It was hard to make out what was going on in them at first. They were quite dark, grainy and blurry, probably due to Yena being far away so they wouldn’t spot her.

Then the more you stared at it, the more clarity you felt you got. One of the photos featured two figures, it looked like it was Soobin’s dad and Jay’s dad. Under it, Yena had written context - 01:18 outside CN building.

CN? You recognized the name. A quick google search told you it was a huge company that had many smaller ones they were affiliated with. They had articles containing collaborations with a police station, schools, a courthouse and sponsored politicians. You scrolled down all the way on the wikipedia page - the CEO was Jay’s dad. You weren’t sure why, but it made you feel a bit sick.

This was one of the biggest companies in the country. They controlled so many small ones that they were almost taking over the economy as a whole. The scale of which you had estimated things to be, was so far off you almost felt dizzy. With so many supporting them and backing them, it felt like a given that there was corruption involved. That would almost certainly be the case for the upcoming election when Jay’s dad was running for mayor again.

However, that wasn’t the only reason you felt sick. You had a feeling that the loopholes this ultrarich person was allowed because of his power, had a high chance of extending to his son as well, maybe even their employees and their families which could be the other guys too.

You needed to find proof of their employment, and hopefully, Yeonjun could hack into their files. But given that they were a very rich and high-profile company, hacking into their system would be pretty impossible. You had no idea what plan B could be, infiltrating them, threatening them…giving up?

So, they could get away with anything, even murder and it would likely be swept under the rug. The victims like you, never got their justice and would be advised not to take them to court. That felt terrifying.

How the hell were you supposed to take down a whole empire like that? You were just a high school student.

Your head hit the wall behind you as you sighed deeply. The feelings of hopelessness and defeat had come back yet again. This was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined. With the company backing them all up and cleaning up all of their messes, they pretty much had an impenetrable defense.

Despite these recurring feelings, you still quickly scanned over the other three photos. The next one had one of the guys in it, Sunghoon with his dad. As you had suspected, he was the one Sunoo talked about who often went to illegal fights and gambled with his dad.

Normally you’d be ecstatic you had found something like this, but knowing what you knew now from the first picture it felt useless. That three-year prison sentence would be reduced to probation if you were lucky. They’d get their best, dirtiest lawyers from the company, and the only thing to come out of it would be you having to watch your back from then on.

Your eyes went to the next one. It featured Jungwon and Jay leaving a police station. Under it, it read - 10 pm, at the police station. Why were they there? Especially so late, and only the two of them.

You licked your lips as you thought for a moment. It was still until you came up with the idea to ask Yeonjun. You asked him if he could hack into police files, needing to see why they were there.

Since he didn’t answer you moved on to the other ones. One was really close, showing all seven of them spread out on the couch at Jungwon’s house, just talking and hanging out. Then the last one was Ni-ki, Jake, and Heeseung leaving the hospital with a girl. You squinted and pressed the photo very close to your face; it was the girl from your school, the one you had seen them visit.

For a moment, you had forgotten about her. Now you gasped and realized you needed to find out more about her. Why was she there, why did she have those same wounds as you did and was she working with them? Also, why had your bullies never mentioned her…

A loud knock made you jump. ‘’ Are you done soon? ‘’

You relaxed, it was just some random girl who wanted to use the bathroom. You feared the worst for a second - that they had ignored all rules, because well, they didn’t really apply to them, and had just barged into the girls’ bathroom.

‘’ I’ll be out in a second, ‘’ you shouted back.

The person waiting outside had to step back when you pushed the door open. You raised your head to look at them before getting out of the way and froze mid-step.

‘’ Jiyun, right? ‘’

She also halted her movements, her fingers that were curled around the stall’s door dug into the green metal rather aggressively.

‘’ Yeah, y/n? ‘’ she answered, only turning her head a bit to the side so she could glance back at you.

It was the girl from the hospital. Her name had been at the tip of your tongue then, but it seemed you hadn’t remembered it fully until now when the stars had aligned and made you two meet just after you thought of her. Maybe she could give you some answers now.

‘’ Do you have time to talk? ‘’

‘’ Does it look like I do? ‘’

Without thinking you reached out your hand and grabbed her wrist when she tried to get into the cubicle again.

‘’ What the fuck are you doing? ‘’

She tried flinging her arms to shake you off, but you were more determined and the grip only became tighter. You yanked her back and despite her resisting and trying her best to hold onto the door, you managed to throw her back on the third try. A cry broke from her lips.

Then you released your grip, because you didn’t want her to be scared or think you had bad intentions. Instead of standing close to her or holding her, you opted for standing between the cubicle and her, angling towards the door as well in case she’d try to make a run for it.

‘’ Those guys have hurt me too, ‘’ you rolled up your sleeves, showing the wounds that had now started to heal.

She didn’t flinch like everyone else did. She just stared at it, an unreadable expression flashed across her face and her eyes flickered.

‘’ I know. ‘’

‘’ You…know? ‘’ you breathed out, ‘’ Have they told you about me? ‘’

She hesitated so you hurried to speak up before she had made her mind up, ‘’ Are they bullying you? ‘’

Her mouth opened and then closed again. You two stood in silence; you waiting for her to speak, and her hesitating and rethinking what she was going to say over and over.

‘’ It’s complicated, ‘’ she ended up mumbling after your patience was starting to run out.

‘’ How is it complicated? ‘’ you stepped closer, trying to look compassionate but also feeling like you needed to be quick.

‘’ You can talk to me, we’re in the same boat! We might be able to help each other. ‘’

Her demeanor switched. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, in a sarcastic smile, perfectly fitting the darkness that had filled her glossy and anxious eyes she’d had just a second ago.

‘’ Help? ‘’ she let out a small high-pitched laugh, ‘’ There’s no one that can help us, y/n. Haven’t you realized that yet? ‘’

Now it was your turn to be quiet. You felt baffled at this unexpected side of her. It couldn’t have been long since they started hurting her, you couldn’t imagine the amount of pain they must’ve put her through for her to break so soon. Your heart ached for her, but there was something in her dead eyes that told you there was no saving her - she had given up a long time ago.

‘’ Why did they visit you in the hospital? ‘’

‘’ You know them as well as I do. Because they’re sadistic assholes, they came there to cherish the pain that their very own hands had caused. ‘’

You weren’t sure what to say. Letting the silence follow people’s words often lead to them revealing more information, you knew this from past experiences. It seemed you were spot on, as she continued not long after, her bitter voice echoing in the bathroom.

‘’ They were smiling from ear to ear the whole time, ‘’ she scoffed and bit her lip as she looked away, letting some vulnerability shine through now.

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

She didn’t answer.

‘’ Are they forcing you to do things? ‘’

‘’ Of course they are. I guess in a way, I wasn’t as lucky as you were. They’re not in love with me, I’m just their punching bag. ‘’

‘’ Lucky? ‘’ you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

‘’ Yes, lucky. The others get twice as much pain as you do, many of the guys can’t stand to see their princess hurt, and you know that. They would do anything for you- even kill. If I were you I’d use that. ‘’

‘’ I don’t know how to. ‘’

‘’ Well, I hope you do soon enough. Because they’re using me to get to you, so there’s not much I can do to help you since they keep me on a leash. I have about- ‘’ she glanced down at the clock around her wrist, ‘’ Ten more minutes before they barge in here, asking why I’m taking so long. ‘’

‘’ What are they making you do? ‘’ you felt confused, and slight panic started building up inside.

‘’ You’ll see soon enough. Just know I’m sorry in advance. I didn’t have a choice. ‘’

You whipped around to ask for more questions but she was already halfway to the door. She didn’t give you a chance to speak, hurrying to exit without looking back. When the door was about to close you heard a male voice that you recognized, Heeseung had been waiting outside just like she said they would.

A few more minutes passed. You felt that it was smartest to wait in case they knew you were inside and waited for you as well. When about five minutes had passed and you heard no voices from the hallway outside, you carefully pressed down the door handle and creaked it open, as if the slightest noise would make them come running.

But they didn’t need to, they were already there. As soon as you stepped out fully and closed the door, you were grabbed from behind. A large hand came up to cover your mouth, muffling the screams of protest, but your eyes were left untouched. Wriggling in the arms of the person holding you back, you managed to turn your head.

The sight of Ni-ki, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jake greeted you, all smiling widely; the fact that Jungwon and Heeseung the two scariest ones, weren’t there felt a bit unnerving but you had no idea why.

Then quite suddenly you were freed; the hands around you let go, causing you to stumble forward awkwardly as you lost balance. You didn’t waste a second to turn to them, paranoid of having your back turned the wrong way again.

‘’ Why did you do that? ‘’ your voice had an edge to it that didn’t go unnoticed by the guys.

‘’ In case you’d scream, ‘’ Jay answered, he must’ve been the one holding you back.

‘’ What do you want? ‘’

‘’ You’ve got an attitude lately, haven’t you? ‘’

It was Jake’s voice, and it took everything in you not to either lunge at him or spit something aggressively back, you couldn’t let him know he had affected you.

‘’ I’m just not as scared of you as I used to be. ‘’

‘’ Really? Jungwon told us something different, ‘’ he said tauntingly, sinister glee shining through his tone.

His words stung. Humiliated, you cursed under your breath as heat rose to your cheeks. You heard some chuckles behind him but you weren’t sure from who, your eyes were darting anxiously in between things that were anywhere but him because you weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep your brave face if they did land there.

‘’ I don’t want to talk to you right now, ‘’ you finally caved in.

He cooed. ‘’ Is it because of last night? ‘’

You couldn’t take it anymore. With your heart in your throat, you started running. To the end of the hallway and down the stairs. You weren’t even sure where you were going, all you knew was that you had to get away.

The footsteps that echoed in your head were hard to know if they were your own or if they were following you behind. You kept running in case they were, and you didn’t stop until all the air inside your lungs had been used up. Having reached the cafeteria, you stopped to catch your breath, panting loudly.

A hand touched you, making you jump and yelp loudly. As a defense mechanism, you brought your arms up to protect yourself.

‘’ Y/n? It’s me. ‘’

You relaxed at the familiar voice, coming out soft and laced with concern. You looked up at Soobin and then pulled him towards you, leaning forward so you could look around the corner. They hadn’t followed you, the corridor was empty thankfully.

You released a shaky breath and rested against the wall behind. Soobin looked worried.

‘’ Are you okay? ‘’

‘’ I think so, I ran from them. Do you think that would make them mad? ‘’

‘’ Possibly. But they didn’t run after you, so I’d guess no. ‘’

‘’ Who knows what they’re thinking. They’re so unpredictable. ‘’

‘’ They’re probably doing it on purpose to throw us off. Did you ask them if they were following you too by the way? Or did they mention anything about watching me yesterday, giving any hints that they know what we’re up to? ‘’

You blinked, overwhelmed with all of his rapid questions being thrown at you. Soobin threw his hands up, smiling guiltily.

‘’ Sorry, that was a lot. ‘’

‘’ We didn’t talk for long, so no not that I can remember. ‘’

‘’ Anything else you can remember then? Did they seem off? ‘’

‘’ They have been lately. I guess the weird thing was that Jungwon and Heeseung were the only ones that weren’t there, it made me feel uneasy. ‘’

‘’ Because they have some more authority over the others?

You hummed.

‘’ What could they have been doing? ‘’

‘’ I have no idea. But are we sure we want to find out? ‘’

*******

Your hands were empty when you entered the police station after school, which maybe said a lot about how it wasn’t a fool-proof plan. After the whole run-in with Jake, you made up your mind then and there that you’d try to take him down with this. It may be a feeble attempt at getting justice. But, even if there was a high chance of it not succeeding, a part of you wanted to try something big like that so you could really see with your own two eyes if Jay’s dad had all their backs as you thought. You weren’t sure how their reactions would be, but surely they would stop you if they really were following you.

It was busy inside. The volume was very high, people were shouting over each other and the policemen had trouble controlling some. You grimaced and pushed past everyone with your elbows tucked near your sides.

At the end of the room was a bigger desk that had a woman sitting behind it. The sign on the desk told you it was the reception, although many seemed to neglect that fact as they were busy antagonizing the officers, claiming their matters were more important.

‘’ Hello, how can I help you? ‘’

‘’ I’m here to file a report, um- ‘’ you ticked your tongue, not sure how you could explain it.

It wasn’t a break-in, because your dad willingly let him come inside, and it wasn’t really a robbery either. You struggled to find the right words, pleading with your eyes to make the receptionist understand you anyway.

She smiled warmly, seemingly understanding you just had trouble expressing yourself.

‘’ Is it related to sexual harassment? ‘’

‘’ Kind of, ‘’ you titled your head.

‘’ I will assign you this gentleman, please sit down, tell him your concern, and follow his instructions. ‘’

She gestured to the man sitting closest to the desk, on her left side. He looked very young, probably only a few years older than you, so a possible rookie cop. But, you didn’t discriminate. All you hoped was that he’d take you seriously and help you in any way he could.

He smiled at you when you sat down and you returned it. ‘’ Hi, I’m here regarding a police report I want to file. ‘’

‘’ What is the subject of the report? ‘’

The politeness was replaced with pure professionalism from his side which you really appreciated, he just got right into it.

‘’ Eh, well…I think sexual harassment or sexual crime. ‘’

The typing stopped, and his head raised. You were given a questioning look.

‘’ My dad falsely let in someone that I wasn’t close to into our house, I guess you could say. And he- he stole my underwear, ‘’ you swallowed harshly, feeling small under his stern gaze.

‘’ Did you check everywhere? ‘’

‘’ I did, I’m sure it’s gone. ‘’

‘’ Do you have proof of that? ‘’

You stilled. No, you didn’t really. That realization made you lose hope and motivation, your sweaty hands rubbed against the material of your jeans.

‘’ I don’t know, ‘’ you confessed lowly.

He sighed, a polite smile appeared on his lips again and he looked tired, not irritated. He probably did believe you, but there was a procedure he had to follow for it to even go through the system.

‘’ Any CCTV of him inside, entering or exiting your house. Any witness statements, etcetera?‘’

‘’ I-, do I need to have that now or can the police help me gather those? ‘’

‘’ We can help you gather CCTV if there are any in your building, they should show him entering or exiting. However, I have to warn you. If there are no witnesses and the footage doesn’t show him holding the item, it might go nowhere. ‘’

‘’ So search his house for it, ‘’ you shrugged.

He chuckled. ‘’ Getting a warrant is very hard. ‘’

You took some time to make up your mind, sighing before finalizing it.

‘’ It’s worth a try. ‘’

‘’ Okay, let’s go. ‘’

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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SEBEK X GN!READER

WC: 701 tags: one shot, idk comfort ????, sebek zigvolt, gn!reader, mild cussing, teasing (i mean this in a SFW way !!!!!!!!!), they make fun of sebek for being loud >:?, not proofread go figure

a/n: to be honest, i said i was done writing and was going through my docs and found this... i wrote this out of anger (which is kinda funny) because i kept seeing people be mean about sebek awhile ago, and yes, if i was a violent person i would like to hit all of you who say things like this about that tall, mint green haired, greenish yellow eyed, pretentious ding dong of a man, how dare you- he is baby.

All eyes were on you as you stood there clenching your fist, gritting your teeth, and glaring at the other first years in front of you. You had had enough of it. All the times they made jokes about “oh, I wish I had duct tape” or “oh god, here comes loud mouth” every time Sebek would go to give his input on something, Sebek acted as if it didn’t bother him, but you? It bothered you more than you thought it would. “One more word, and I swear by all things vested in me, I will hit you so hard, you’re going to be begging Sam for a magic potion to heal your wounds- external and internal.” Your voice was stern and slightly aggressive so they took you seriously.

“We were just joking,” Deuce said quietly. He could tell by the look on your face that you meant business, you didn’t find their little jokes funny at all. “Sorry, Sebek,” Jack apologized. Jack never partook in the endless jokes and teasing Sebek endured from the other first years, but he was never the person to ask them to stop either. You gave each of the first years a look that you hoped would be engraved into their souls before turning around and going back to your desk. You angrily opened your notebook and started writing, not really sure what you were even trying to write down, but trying to find something to do to occupy your heated mind.

After a few minutes, you could hear the boys go back to having their frivolous conversation, but you looked up as you saw someone standing beside you from the corner of your eye. Your gaze met that of the tall, green-haired Diasomnia student’s. Your eyes wandered the room confused as you sat up at your desk, looking past Sebek to see if the first years put him up to some stupid prank, but none of them were paying either of you any attention anymore. “Yes, Sebek?” you said as you put your pencil down. “I just wanted to tell you thank you,” he responded. “Hmph, you shouldn’t let them be shitty to you all the time,” you scoffed as you went back to writing. Sebek chuckled and took the seat beside you. “Maybe not, but I appreciate you saying something nonetheless. But why’d you feel the need to stand up for me?”

The look in his eyes was genuine, he truly didn’t understand why you felt so offended by their words and actions when they never directly affected you. “Well.. because it’s rude for one. And I don’t care what you say, I know it bothers you.” The look you gave him told him you could see right through his lies he always tried to deny. He smiled softly as he looked down for a second. “You got me, let’s say it does bother me. It’s not that big of a deal to make you say something though.” You narrowed your eyes at him, not that big of a deal? “If it’s even slightly hurtful, then it’s a big deal. You can’t just ignore it. They’ll just keep doing it over and over again. They make me so mad sometimes.” Your gaze changed from Sebek to the other first years across the room, laughing and enjoying each other’s company it seemed.

“I just hate how they treat you, makes me feel all defensive. Like someone is attacking me at the same time.” Sebek shook his head at your words. “The words aren’t directed at you though,” he chuckled again. “You’re a bundle of heated anger right now, aren’t you? Why don’t we go somewhere after class. We can go walk through the botanical gardens? How does that sound?” You rolled your eyes at his words, but going to the garden might make you feel better, or at least you hoped it would. “Fine, Sebek. We can go after class.” You looked over at him, seeing him smiling back at you, and you playfully stuck your tongue out at him. “Stop staring at me, weirdo.” He laughed at your words and pulled out his own notebook to finish writing notes of his own.

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ thick and thin (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick tries to break up with you, but you won't let him.

warnings; swearing, prostituion mention

wc; 1.2k

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If there’s one thing that your boyfriend’s terrible at, it’s hiding things from you.

Finnick was your best friend long before either of you got reaped for the Hunger Games. Which means you’ve spent most of your life around him, you’ve had plenty of time to pick up on his mannerisms to know when he’s got something on his mind.

He tries to hide it from you, especially now because he doesn’t want you to be worried about him. No matter how many times you tell him that it worries you more when he’s gone silent, he doesn’t listen. He thinks that you’re lying to him so he’ll open up more, which isn’t necessarily true.

You know everything about him that there is to know. If he knew exactly just how much you pay attention to him, he would be a little freaked out by it. Or maybe not, because there are times where you catch him staring at you while you’re doing chores or mentoring, and he’ll refuse to look away, even after he’s been caught.

Finnick has unknowingly given you this smile each time he looks at you, and it’s not a good smile. It’s the type that you give to someone when they’re dying, like they’re fragile and if your tone’s too aggressive then they’re going to cry. Actually, now that you’re thinking about it, he’s treating you as if you’re one of them—a Capitol citizen.

He’s been picking and choosing his words very carefully this entire trip, and started a week before you got onto the train. It’s beginning to get irritating. Finnick knows very well that whatever he’s trying to protect you from is going to hurt more the longer he keeps it.

Which leaves you to only one choice, and that’s forcing his hand. He’s going to be pissed when you do it, but if it were you that was treating him gently, he’d do the same. He knows that you hate secrets, why he even bothers is a complete mystery to you.

Even now, with his back turned to you, it’s painfully obvious that there’s something going on. The moment you came into the room, he drug his chair over to the window to sit on while looking out of the window. For the first fifteen minutes you thought he was reading, until you looked over his shoulder and saw that he’s staring at the streets below.

While you have no issue calling him out on his behavior, you do have trouble starting the conversation. You and Finnick don’t fight often, and it might have something to do with the fact that you like to keep the peace. It’s easier to try not to disturb the bear.

You did your part by waiting, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself these past couple of days. You waited for him to come to you first to eliminate this, it’s almost like he wants you to ask because he doesn’t want to start the conversation. He knows that it’s eating you alive.

It’s probably the whole reason why he made a show out of turning the chair around and sitting there for the past hour without moving.

“Finnick,” You begin, watching as he sits up in the chair. “This has gone on longer than I normally let it, and I’m tired of waiting for you to come to me. Will you please tell me what’s going through your head right now?”

He doesn’t speak right away, running a hand through his hair, head tilting downward, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You ask, getting up from the bed to join his side. “You haven’t done anything besides treating me weird.”

Finnick looks at you when you stop, and you find that his eyes are bloodshot. The expression on your face falls, twisting into concern. You reach to touch his face, and he pushes your hand away.

“I love you.” He swallows, “And I think we should break up.”

You let your hand fall to your side, “That’s not happening.”

“(Y/n),” He’s shaking his head.

“No, Finnick.”

“Please, don’t make this a bigger deal than it has to be—”

You let out a scoff, taking a step back from him so he has a better look at your face. “We’ve been together for four years, you made a promise to me last year that you’d try through thick and thin. I’m not letting you do this.”

He turns his body to face you, “It’s not your fault, I’m not saying it’s your fault. It’s me.”

“That’s what they all say.” You tell him. “Why? Why would you change your mind like that?”

“Because I have a lot more on my plate than you do.” He says, holding his hand out in the direction of the door, “Because every night I’m in someone else’s bed instead of yours. I…” He closes his eyes. “I’m not trying to start a fight, or hurt your feelings. I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

“I told you before that I don’t care.”

“I care!” He bursts, “I wake up, I check on you. We mentor the tributes, I check on you. We end the day, I check on you, I leave to do my second job. When I come back and you’re still awake waiting for me, I feel fucking awful because I’ve kept you up.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Your eyebrows draw in. “I’ve told you a hundred times that I know you don’t have the energy.”

He sighs, “I don’t want to work this out, I just want to break up.”

“I don’t think you’re fully understanding what you’re asking for, Finnick.” You try to keep your voice measured.

“I do.”

“Baby,”

“Don’t.” He shakes his head, getting to his feet, trying to escape you. “Don’t call me that, not right now.”

You reach to grab his arm, following his steps. “Finnick, you’re going to regret your decision as soon as it’s done.” You stop walking, letting him go. “If you break up with me right now, you won’t be able to sleep tonight. It’s going to kill you more than it’s going to kill me, because you’re going to wish that you can take your words back.”

He wheels around to face you, “I know what I’m asking for.”

“We can stay together. I’ll stay in my own room, so that you get more privacy and you don’t feel the need to make sure I’m okay.”

“You know that’s not going to work.” He half-laughs.

“That’s what you’re asking for anyway right now!” You shout, “You think I’m still going to sleep in your bed even though we’re not together?”

“Please, (Y/n).”

“I’m not leaving. You can’t make me, and you won’t either.” You take a breath. “I’ll always be here, whether you like it or not.”

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matthewkniesys · 1 year

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late night driving - luke hughes

summary: bad weeks at uni mean good boyfriends trying to cheer you up. and luke was the very best boyfriend so of course you two went driving and got ice cream and watched the sunset to cheer you up.

a/n: this is a little fic i wrote from an anons request for luke hughes x zegras sister sneaking out to get ice cream. this takes place once they've started dating but in secret. its purely fluff and its just super cute!! hope you like it 🫶

pairing: luke hughes x zegras sister!reader

warnings: some swearing and talk of anxiety

Honestly, saying you had a shitty week felt like an understatement. You'd been back to Uni for a few weeks and you already felt like you were drowning. You'd been late to class 3 times this week, it rained and you fell into a puddle, one of your profs is horrible, you'd been so anxious everyday and to top everything off, between you and Luke being busy you hadn't gotten to see each other all week.

But it was finally Friday night and you were so excited to curl up on the couch, do nothing but watch shitty sitcoms and not move for hours. You made instant ramen, grabbed a blanket that still smelled like Luke from when he was at your dorm last weekend, and settled in. Your roommate was going out for the night so you had the whole room to yourself.

Your peace was interrupted 5 episodes into your binge. At this point it was 7 o'clock. It was too early for your roommate to be back but too late for someone uninvited to show up. And you sure as hell hadn't invited anyone.

You got off the couch, extremely pissed at the fact that anyone would dare interrupt your quiet Friday night. You feel a little different after you open the door though.

"Hey babe." Says a familiar voice when you open the door.

"Oh my god Luke. How did you know I needed you tonight?" You ask, jumping into your boyfriends arms.

"I always know...plus I could kinda guess from the very aggressive texts you've been sending me all week."

You laugh. "Yeah well my week has been less than perfect that's for sure." You lead Luke into your dorm and the two of you have a seat on your bed.

"Babe, tell me about it. Why was your week so bad?"

"I just- it was one bad event after another. Over and over again. I couldn't catch a break. From falling into a puddle to having coffee spilt on me to having a really shitty professor it felt like nothing was going right. And then I was just so anxious every single day. And I haven't felt this anxious in so long and I just didn't know how to deal with it." You take a deep breath. It feels good to let your feelings out to someone you trust.

Luke rubs your back. "I'm so sorry your week so shitty babe. I'm also sorry I couldn't have been there for you. I should've been I was just bu-"

You cut your boyfriend off. "You don't have to apologise Luke. I get it. Life is busy and you don't always have time."

"But I always want to have time for you. You are so important to me." You sit in silence for a few moments and then it's Luke who speaks first.

"Wanna go grab some ice cream? We could maybe even still have time to catch the sunset."

You smile. Luke always knows what you need. "Yeah, I'd love that." But also where does Jack think you are? He doesn't know we're dating yet and I know he's a little bit overprotective."

"Yeah, um I kinda snuck out. And he's probably blowing up my phone right now but I don't care. I'm an adult and I wanted to come see you." You smile up at Luke while he gets off the bed. You never thought you'd start falling in love with him this fast but yet here you were.

Luke grabs your hand and the two of you run down the hallway out to Luke's car. You hop into the passenger seat and Luke gets in and starts the car. As he's pulling away, he places a gentle hand on your thigh. You look over at him to see he has a content and peaceful smile on his face as he drives. It overbearing to think you have this kind of effect on him.

Luke parks at the curb and hand in hand, you walk into the ice cream shop. It's a cute little retro diner type place that just opened up a few weeks ago.

Luke, being the boring boy he is, orders plain vanilla while you get your favourite. Luke pays and you return to his car.

"Do you wanna go to the overpass and watch the sunset?"

Luke knows that, that's what you want to do so you just smile. On the drive you play music and Luke hums along while you go full out, pretending you're in a music video. He laughs, not quite sure how he was able to land an amazing person like you.

You arrive just in time. The sky is full of oranges, pinks and reds. Luke helps you up onto the hood of his car and two of you cuddle up, eat your ice cream and watch the setting sun.

When the sky is fully dark you get back in and start driving. You assume Luke will drop you back off at your dorm but all of a sudden you realise he's driving the wrong way.

"Luke are you trying to kidnap me? Where are we going?"

He picks up your hand from where it's resting on the console and kisses it.

"I have no clue babe, but I do know I'm not ready to end this night yet so let's keep driving and see where we end up, okay."

You Look at Luke with all the love in the world in your eyes.

"Okay."

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tav-marcio-leles · 8 months

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BG3 RAMBLES #1

Starts with Gale epilogue commentary and quickly divulges into how feral of a man he is below the cut

I absolutely love how Gale becomes a teacher like he's implied he's always dreamed of. But let me just go off about what happens if you choose to marry him but not to live in Waterdeep.

He's a smooth talker as always, but his word choice implies he's been having the time of his life, like a social dog set loose in a dog park/doggy daycare kind of time of his life.

I haven't seen all the dialogue options yet, but I love how excited he is to loot books during adventures. Imagine going dungeon crawling, getting a kick from finding ancient tomes to trashy novels. Actually, me too my dude. He mentions that he has collected enough literature to fill a dozen libraries? Hello?! The Tav 100% got him a Bag of Holding at some point, maybe even as a wedding gift.

I know every playthrough with Gale is different, but everything I've gathered about him amplified by my own gameplay just makes him the ultimate orange cat of a man. I swear this man gets zoomies, but its never obvious until you're standing there, eyes wide open and jaw dropped, because he did something completely feral that you did not forsee.

When he said, "I always wondered what it would feel like to be nervous", I initially thought, "Oh, Gale, beanie baby man. You have been nervous though??? Everyone has at some point?". But then I think about all the things he has said and done and just wonder... "Okay, maybe he was completely dead serious about that".

Like for example, immediately after he says he's nervous and asks for advice on what to say to Mystra, of course Marcio tells him to not give away anything. We need more information right? That and Marcio wants to cuss her out, but he knows that might get Gale in trouble, but he also doesn't want Gale to apologize to Mystra, and he doesn't want Gale to become a god, so yah know.

Not two seconds in after being terrified of this lady, he finds out about the crown's abilities and says the equivalent of, "ha ha, you're afraid of me >:)" to the goddess who is like 5 inches away from his face. EXCUSE ME? SIR? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? GALE?!?! GALE!!!

Or how about when Raphael wants to make that deal, giving Raphael the crown and all that. Me thinking, "Oh, I wonder what Gale is thinking. Giving the crown to Raphael would sentence Gale to death, so—" and then Gale immediately going into attack dog mode yelling over Marcio's shoulder that Raphael is a bitch who shouldn't be given anything.

Oh! And don't forget! Lorroakan insulting Gale as being Mystra's lapdog, only for Gale to smile and calmly brag he's about to kick Mystra's ass and maybe take her domain. Gale. Sweet, sweet Gale. What the fuck are you doing?

Thank you, Gale. I never need to wonder what your opinion is.

His AI also feral (for me at least):

He's constantly climbing on top of things.

He's the only one who has managed to fall off of something and take fall damage. No idea how though. He was off screen. I just heard a scream and then saw he took 4 damage.

When he's blinded, he immediately takes out his staff like he's about to hit someone with it. No, not to feel around so he can move safely. He holds it like a baseball bat and aggressively wobbles it around ready to strike. SIR! PLEASE!

He can't spot a trap to save his life and always walks into the bombs.

Can't pass any of his history checks with a 17 in intelligence, but his boyfriend with a 9 can.

I'm sure there is more, but I only got 3 hours of sleep and wrote this after an paper for ethics. I'm losing my mind.

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Bad days.—(Miguel O’hara x Blk!Fem!Reader Fluff🧸)

“Fucking hell.” You said as you entered work. You really didn’t wanna go since you weren’t too fond of the idea of being Miguel O’Hara’s “right hand man.” You didn’t even get that much sleep last night, but you’re 2 year into this. You should’ve thought about that instead of fiending over a hot, muscular vampire dude. You get to your destination and sit down in the chair next to the one and only, Miguel O’Hara.

“You’re late.” He said with a stern voice. You rolled your eyes, you were wayyy too tired to deal with his sassy ass attitude.

“What an immaculate observation.” You hissed, sarcastically. He thinks because he’s older than you he can act all tough and boss you around. Like you’d let that happen. You started typing on the computer in front of you as Miguel sighed in frustration.

“Your life you be way easier if you didn’t always talk back.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. You furrowed your eyebrows, putting on a stank face when he said that. Who the hell did he think he was talking to?

“Don’t even start that. You talk back more than everybody in the spider-verse combined, yo sassy ass.” You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. You watched as he turned his head towards you, that familiar nonchalant face meeting your irritated one. He hated your attitude, you hated his, it was a neutral feeling.

“How many times do I have to remind you to set your alarm, Y/n?” He sighed, his voice sounding a bit passive-aggressive. You can confirm you forgot to set your alarm, but you were pretty busy yesterday.

“I was busy, Miguel.” You snapped back. “I just had things to do before I went to sleep, you know my family always needs me to do somethin’” He raised an eyebrow, his face taking a curious expression.

“Like?” He questioned as he turned his attention to you. You knew he was gonna say that. You yawned, stretching your arms out.

“Girl, let me tell you.” He scoffed with a small smirk at your choice of words. “My uncle’s car broke down, so I had to go get him. And, guess what?!” You ranted. This was very amusing to Miguel, making his smile grow and for his to turn all his attention to you, and only you.

“What?” He said smugly. He rested his chin on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow. You were definitely enjoying the attention from the fine man in front of you, but you were still fixated on the story.

“That crackhead was all the way in CANADA. I had to drive an entire hour just to get to that old man!” You complained, rolling your eyes for what felt like the 6th time this morning. “I love that man with all my life, but I really wish someone else did that.” You huffed, fiddling with your frizzy braids. You really gotta take those bitches out. Miguel, on the other hand, was definitely enjoying himself. He looked you up & down as he listened to your story.

“Wow, such an eventful day.” He said with a snarky tone. You acted offended, putting a hand on your chest.

“That’s not the only thing that happened!” You huffed, still in a jokingly manner. He leaned in closer, crossing his arms and leaning forward so they were on his knees.

“Then tell me, Amor.” Those words sent a shiver up your spine, making your face feel warm and heart race. Your knees were almost touching his making him mighty close to you. Damn, that’s hot.

“Well.. I also had to babysit my 3 cousins, which was a nightmare.” You giggled a bit at the thought of you having to run after a 5 year old while carrying a 1 year old. You think Miguel felt your energy since his smile widened a bit. “I have a BUNCH of stories from yesterday. Just some family things.” You sighed. He put his hand on yours and looked up at you, locking eyes. All you’re seeing right now is space and opportunity. His face was closer than it should be. He wasn’t smiling anymore, but his face was still as mesmerizing as always. You swear you could almost feel his breath brush against your lips.

“You should really talk to me more, Y/n. It might not seem like it, but I enjoy your company. Though, your attitude is more than annoying, you’re a great partner in crime.” That was unexpected, but it made your heart bounce off walls like a toddler after trick-or-treating. You thought you were just like a sidekick type of thing to him, but hearing him call you his partner-in-crime, awakened an entirely different understanding. You were good at hiding facial expression, but your actions, not so much. You squeezed your thighs together and fiddled with one of the braids that always got in your face. You felt so captivated that it was nerve-racking.

“I- I really appreciate that.. Thank you, Miguel.” You smiled. You felt so delusional at that moment. You wanted to lean in, just close enough for him the hearts in your eyes. You were just about to start beating yourself up for it until you felt his cold hand on your cheek. He had that small smile that always crossed your mind 24/7. Maybe working with Miguel won’t be so bad.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x black reader #female!reader #black!y/n #no smut #fluff #black reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara fluff

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A Compromise - Chapter 20

Summary: Months pass after Y/N asked Negan for a divorce and she had to deal with the ramifications of her choices making her realize that she made some mistakes.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Shane, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, massive angst, etc.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27834154/chapters/121227772

Notes: There is a scene in this chapter where someone is aggressive and abusive toward a child so I want to pre-warn that. I've been having a lot of trouble with writing and finding inspiration lately, but I finished this chapter and wanted to at least put this up for people. There are two chapters left after this. So there is that. Thanks to those that read this.

“Come on,” Y/N muttered to herself looking at the time after she had been waiting for what seemed like forever sitting in front of the home that Negan shared with their children. It had been months since she had asked Negan for a divorce and since she asked of that they had made an agreement that she would get the children every other weekend. Since she knew Negan was the better parent, it only made sense for Negan to be their primary care giver. Especially since he had the big home and she just had an apartment in the city. Dropping her head back, she felt incredibly stressed feeling like this was on purpose. She had texted Negan to let him know she was there to pick up the children a while ago, but this waiting was being dragged out longer than expected. Hearing the sound of a bark, Y/N lowered her head to see that the front door was opening. “Shit.”

Negan had Avery in his arms and was carrying all of the children’s things. It looked like Negan was trying to coach one of the children out of the house and it made her chest ache. Since she had asked for the divorce, Negan looked like shit. His beard was longer along with his hair that was messy. But he still looked like a soccer dad dressed in a pair of gray sweats with a white tank top underneath the opened jacket. His hair was slicked back when Isabella came out of the house with her backpack. They were all waiting for Negan who was obviously bickering with NJ who didn’t want to leave. After some urgings Negan was finally able to get NJ out of the house. When they were all out, Negan walked them to the car and Y/N popped the trunk for him to put the children’s stuff in the back. After he was done, Negan opened up the back to get the child seat ready for Avery.

Looking in the rearview mirror she could see that Negan was still wearing his wedding ring and she huffed. That night she asked for a divorce is the day that she took her rings off and put them away. They sat in the top drawer of her dresser at her apartment, yet Negan was still wearing his. It made her sigh and she lowered her gaze to focus on something else. Once Negan had Avery strapped in, he peppered loving kisses against the side of her face and Avery clung to his cheeks.

“I love you daddy,” Avery giggled making Negan give a sad expression but he feigned a smile and gave his daughter a nod. “Miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too sweetheart,” Negan gave her one final kiss before crawling out of the back to talk to both Isabella and NJ who were standing beside the car with him.

“Hey baby,” Y/N reached back to grab for Avery’s hand, squeezing it faintly in hers.

“Hi mommy,” Avery smiled back brightly. At least their youngest was still happy around her. She was too young to truly understand what was going on between Negan and Y/N.

Looking toward the other three she could see that Negan was giving a pep-talk to both of them caressing his fingers through their dark hair. NJ looked miserable while he stood before Negan with his big hazel eyes locked on his father. Attempting to listen in, Y/N couldn’t tell what they were saying, but she knew that Negan was doing what Negan always did. Which was try to coach their children and give them a positive outlook on things.

Isabella was the first one to give Negan a big hug and then Negan bent down to kiss her on the cheek squeezing her real tight. Once she got in the car, Isabella had a hard time looking at her mother as she pulled on her seatbelt. Negan closed the door behind Isabella and then took some time to talk things out with NJ further.

“Would you please tell your brother to get in the car?” Y/N requested of Isabella who simply shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t know how to respond to her mother’s request. After a while, NJ allowed his father to hug him and kiss him before he moved around the car to the other side to get in the car with them. “Are we all set?”

“Why don’t you come up to the house to get us?” Isabella wondered, her eyes watching as Negan stood at the center of the yard with his hands in his pockets while he watched them get ready to leave. “Don’t you want to talk to daddy or see the puppies?”

“I don’t really want to talk to your daddy right now unless I have to Isabella,” Y/N informed her daughter looking back over her shoulder to see that NJ rolled his eyes and rest his head against the window. “And I’m sure the dogs are doing perfectly fine.”

“Oliver misses you,” Isabella declared with a frown, brushing her fingers through her long hair while Y/N managed to get the car started up. Pulling his hand from his pocket, Negan waved goodbye to the kids. With the expression over Negan’s features she knew that it killed Negan to give the children up to her every other weekend. The children were his life and she knew that. She couldn’t imagine what he was like without them at home. “Cooper doesn’t understand why you aren’t home. He goes to the bed and just lays in your spot.”

“Cooper will learn to adapt just like the three of you have to do,” Y/N commented driving away from the home she used to share with Negan seeing that Negan remained at the center of the yard. “How was school?”

“We don’t have school right now mommy,” Isabella reminded her mother making Y/N huff loudly when she remembered that they were out of school for the summer.

“She doesn’t even remember our birthdays, how do you expect her to remember our school schedule?” NJ quipped to his younger sister since they both had birthdays during her separation with Negan. It made Y/N look back in the rearview mirror knowing that she missed the parties that they threw for them, but still got them presents and had something for them a few days later at her apartment.

“What did you say?” Y/N asked of her son to repeat what he said, but his hazel eyes refused to look up at her when he lowered his head down to look at the handheld game system that Negan had gotten him. “I’m speaking to you NJ.”

When she was met with silence still, she stopped at the next red light and stared back at her son who completely avoided her, “Negan?”

“He’s still not talking to you mom,” Isabella stressed to her mother making Y/N scoff knowing that NJ had been keeping this up for a while now. “He hasn’t been talking to you after you missed his game.”

“I don’t understand why you are still angry at me for that. You knew that I wasn’t going to be able to make it,” Y/N tried to get her son’s attention, but it fell on deaf ears while NJ kept his head down looking at his game blocking her out completely. “I told you from the start that I wasn’t going to be able to come.”

“Well, then you said you might come and he waited for you. Instead of doing good at the game, he was looking for you and he did really bad,” Isabella explained making Y/N’s throat tense up hearing her middle child explaining everything to her.

“Your team still won NJ. Regardless of if you played badly or not,” Y/N prompted NJ of what she knew to be true since people made a big deal about Negan leading the team to winning. “I don’t deserve to be ignored for this.”

“He’s also embarrassed that you and daddy are divorced,” Isabella claimed making Y/N smirk and shake her head when she saw the light turned green again. “Kids are harsh about that kind of stuff. And we like being at home.”

“We’re separated,” Y/N corrected her children of what she knew to be true. “Because your daddy refuses to sign the divorce papers that I sent him. So right now, your daddy and I are just separated because daddy is being a jerk.”

NJ scoffed from the back seat and rolled his eyes visibly hating that she was shit talking his father. NJ leaned into whisper something to Isabella who listened to him closely before nodding her head.

“Is your boyfriend at your apartment?” Isabella questioned out loud making Y/N grasp the wheel tightly while she drove toward her apartment building. That was a question that NJ undoubtedly coached his sister into asking.

“Yeah, Shane is at the apartment like all the other times,” Y/N answered them making both NJ and Isabella make faces that showed they hated the idea of that. “The three of you are going to have to get used to Shane being around.”

“Do you miss seeing Noah and Sam?” Isabella asked instead of responding to her about her comment on Shane. Bringing up Negan’s children that he had with two other women always made things uncomfortable for her. “I don’t think they understand why you don’t come to see them either. You were their mom too and…”

“I’m not their mom. I was their stepmother,” Y/N immediately corrected her daughter knowing that while Sam grew up with her, Sam was an adult now and she assumed Sam would not be happy with her for doing what she did to her father. “When I get divorced from your father, they are no longer going to be anything to me. So they should get used to not having me around.”

“But you were in Noah’s life longer than you were mine,” Isabella pointed out her voice stuttering and it was clear how young she still was with how she was talking to Y/N. It was strange how Isabella was the only one of her children that were talking. Even Avery had gotten quieter around her after everything. And of course NJ didn’t want to talk to her. “So you’re his mom too. They both love you too.”

“It’s complicated honey,” Y/N explained with a frown pulling in the parking lot that was beneath the apartment building. It was a pain in the ass lugging everything up to her apartment. Carrying Avery and most of their things, they took the elevator up to her apartment and when she got the door open, they heard the booming sound of a football game on the television. Shane’s voice was yelling at the screen when NJ pushed through to go straight to the room that she had for them. “You know I thought you guys would like this apartment with all the windows.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty,” Isabella acknowledged moving over toward the windows that were in the distance to stare down at the city from Y/N’s apartment. With how loud the television was, Avery clung to Y/N and Y/N knew that Shane hadn’t realized that they were back yet.

“Shane!” Y/N called out to him hearing the television turn off and Shane hopped up onto the large couch that he was spread across. Jumping over the back of it, he quickly moved to meet her at the door with a big cheesy smile. “Can you help me carry these to their room?”

“Sure thing,” Shane accepted grabbing her things and offering up a smirk when he saw that Avery was staring up at him with her big hazel eyes. “Hey there little one. Look at those pretty eyes of yours. It’s good to see you again.”

Avery’s eyes got bigger before she turned her head away from Shane and buried her head in against the center of Y/N’s chest making Y/N hold onto Avery tighter, “She’s shy. She’ll get used to you soon. Her father never put her down so she’s just used to him and not other men.”

“We’re going to be friends soon,” Shane frowned reaching out to caress his hand in over the center of Avery’s back before taking the things that Y/N asked of him toward the bedroom. Following Shane in, Y/N knew that she had an area for all three of them. She was working on getting more rooms built in her apartment because it was big enough but right now the children all had to be together in a room that was still big enough for them. NJ was sitting at the corner of the room on his bed with his head buried in his game. “Hey bud. How are you doing?”

Instead of answering Shane, NJ kept his head down and Shane smirked looking to Y/N who gave him a shake of her head as if to hint that Shane should leave him alone, “We’re going to order some pizza or something for tonight. You okay with that?”

“I’m okay with that,” Isabella piped in when she walked into the room and moved over toward her bed to hop on top of it. “I’d like one with extra cheese please.”

“Got it,” Y/N gave her daughter a wink before allowing Avery down. Avery went over to sit with Isabella after grabbing a stuffed animal that Negan had packed for her. Heading to the kitchen, Y/N looked for the number to the nearest pizza place and felt arms hooking around her when she pulled out her cell phone. “Shane.”

“I can see why you were so desperate to get away from them,” Shane slurred pressing kisses over the side of her neck making her let out a shallow breath. “That son of yours is a real asshole.”

“Shane,” she muttered his name looking back over her shoulder at him with a glare seeing him toss his hands up in the air and shrug.

“I like the girls. The girls are sweet,” Shane clarified moving around the big counter that was in her kitchen bracing his weight on the countertop. “Avery and Isabella are nice to have during the weekend, but it’s definitely overwhelming. Your son is a sharp looking little dude but he’s a dick and you know that I’m right.”

“It’s complicated,” she frowned knowing that she found herself saying that a lot. “I hurt his feelings by missing his game and not being at his birthday party.”

“He’s twelve, it’s time to grow up. It’s something I would expect from a six-year-old, not a twelve-year-old,” Shane rambled on making her cringe over the fact that her boyfriend was trash talking her son. Then again, she knew that she had complained to him several times about the things that were going on in her life. “I get why Junior drove you away from wanting a family if he acted like that all the fucking time.”

“It wasn’t just Negan Junior,” she motioned him to be quiet as she ordered the pizzas for them. Once she was done, she avoided the conversation by going to spend time with Avery and Isabella since they actually wanted to interact with her. By the time the pizza showed up, the two girls were out in the large living room playing a game with her and Shane. NJ had stayed in the bedroom with the door partially opened and when everything was ready, she called out to her son. “NJ the pizza is here.”

In the kitchen she got the food ready for all of them helping Avery at the table. Cutting up Avery’s pizza, Y/N made sure that there were pieces for her to grab while Isabella helped herself to a big piece. They were all seated by the time that NJ showed up to the kitchen. Walking to the fridge, he grabbed himself a coke before sitting down at the opposite end of the large table she had where she had placed his pizza.

Instead of eating, he continued to just play his game that he had and she let out a long sigh, “Negan, put your game down and just eat. Then you can do whatever you want.”

Keeping up with ignoring Y/N, NJ kept playing his game and took a sip of his coke before leaning back in the chair to keep playing making Shane clear his throat, “Buddy, your mother is talking to you.”

“He ate before he came here,” Isabella justified her brother’s actions with a mouthful of her pizza looking to Y/N with big eyes. “He’s probably not hungry. Him and daddy made a lot of desserts together. They like doing that. So he ate a lot before this.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of sweets then, so you should eat at least a piece,” Y/N tried again with NJ knowing that it was like talking to a brick wall. After a minute, NJ grabbed the pizza and took a small bite of it and then dropped it back on the plate with a plop. “What game are you playing right now?”

Once again, she was met by silence.

“I know you’re angry with me Negan, but at some point, you are going to have to talk to me,” Y/N muttered watching the way that Shane looked between her and NJ. “I told you from the start that I couldn’t make your game and with your dad…sometimes parents don’t stay together. That happens.”

“More please,” Avery finished the amount of pizza Y/N had given her and Y/N stood up from the table to reach for Avery’s plate. Cutting up the rest of the piece Y/N had set aside for Avery, Y/N placed the plate back in front of Avery and watched her pick at the pieces that were there.

“Would you prefer one of the other kinds of pizza that we got?” Y/N stared out at NJ knowing that she had just given him a piece of cheese and she really had no idea what kind of pizza he liked. It made her feel guilty knowing that it was Negan that did everything when they were together. Only Negan would be able to know what all of their children loved because she had been too focused on her job. “I have pepperoni, a supreme one…”

“Your mother is talking to you son,” Shane snapped his fingers at NJ making him look up at Shane and just stare out at him with his hazel eyes. With NJ being quiet it made Shane even more furious. “You should learn to be respectful and answer her.”

Rolling his eyes, NJ smirked and looked back down at the video game that he was playing making Shane’s face flush over with red, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Shane shook his head, his dark eyes falling back onto NJ. “You know this whole time that I have known NJ he hasn’t said a damn word to me or you. I don’t know what his father is teaching him or making him do…”

“Daddy is not the person who tells him to stay quiet. Actually daddy tells us all to be really nice to you,” Isabella immediately corrected Shane making Shane huff out. “Daddy wants everything to be good for us so he tells us to be nice to both you and mommy. He just wants all of us happy. NJ is just upset because mommy picked work over us. She picked you over us.”

“That’s not true,” Y/N responded hating to hear that come from her daughter’s mouth. But she could see why they would think of it that way since Shane was living with her and she was with Shane every day instead of being with them. “Shane…I didn’t…I didn’t pick Shane over the three of you.”

“We just really don’t like it here,” Isabella was honest looking around the apartment. “Not much for a kid to do here. We just like it at home better. Our backyard is fun. We have our dogs. We love daddy a lot.”

“Yeah. I miss daddy,” Avery agreed with what Isabella said making Y/N drop her fork down on her plate and caress her fingers through her hair shakily showing that she was stressed.

“Well you’re going to have to get used to everything that is here,” Shane interrupted the discussion making Y/N sigh loudly. “Do you know how much I would have loved to live in a place like this as a kid? This is a really nice apartment. You’re lucky your mother has a place like this.”

“Our home is nicer,” NJ finally spoke up not bothering to look up from his video game system making Shane look back over his shoulder at NJ. Shane’s forehead creased and he looked to Y/N knowing that was the first time he ever heard Negan Junior speak.

“Put your game down,” Shane demanded of NJ but her son continued to ignore Shane. “I said put your game down now.”

“It’s fine, leave him alone,” Y/N muttered from across the table seeing that Shane was getting heated. Isabella and Avery were staring out at Shane from their seats not sure how to react with him raising his voice to NJ.

“Your kid needs to learn some manners Y/N. You shouldn’t just accept him treating you like shit because you are living your life the way that you want. You put up with twelve years of shit before deciding to finally pick yourself for once,” Shane stammered, his eyebrow arching when he pushed the plate in closer to NJ. “Put your game down and eat your dinner, now!”

“NJ, please just eat,” Y/N begged of her son who continued to ignore them while drinking his soda. Gasping out, she watched Shane pushing away from the table and grabbing the device from NJ’s hands. Tossing the handheld device against the wall caused it to shatter making NJ stand up to go grab it, but Shane placed his hand in over the center of NJ’s back to force him back into his seat. Pushing the plate in front of NJ, Shane was clearly trying to get Negan Junior to finally do what Y/N had been asking of him, but he was doing it all wrong. “Shane!”

“You can’t do that!” NJ grimaced in pain with the way that Shane was grabbing onto him. With the way he was wiggling beneath Shane’s grasp, it was clear that NJ was uncomfortable and trying to get away from Shane. No matter how much he tried though, it wasn’t working. “My dad bought me that!”

“I can do whatever I want when you’re in this apartment. Eat your food now,” Shane snapped, his hand still firmly placed over NJ’s shoulders. Pushing NJ’s head in closer to the plate it almost looked like Shane was going to smash NJ’s face against the piece of pizza. “I said eat your food!”

“I’m not hungry!” NJ snarled when Shane slid his hand up further toward NJ’s neck pushing harder. “I said I’m not hungry! Stop!”

Getting up, Y/N immediately moved around the table and placed herself between NJ and Shane grabbing a firm hold of Shane’s wrist to get him to let go of NJ. Once she had gotten Shane away from NJ, something changed in Shane’s dark eyes and he stepped back away from her, but she still had her grasp on Shane’s wrist. “Never do that again Shane. Or I swear…”

“I’m just standing up for you,” Shane blurt out throwing his arms up in the air making all of them uncomfortable with how angry he got. “That kid is disrespectful as hell. The way he treats you isn’t right. He wouldn’t even be here right now if it wasn’t for you.”

“You can go to your room,” Y/N looked back at NJ seeing that he had tears in his eyes when he got up from his chair to go over to grab the gaming device that Shane had undoubtedly just broken. Looking it over, NJ frowned and then swiftly moved into his room. After NJ left, Isabella pushed away from the table and left to be with her brother. It made Y/N frown and she saw the way that Avery was staring out at her with big eyes. “You want to go be with your brother and sister?”

Avery simply nodded her head, keeping her mouth shut showing by the way that she was looking at Shane that she was scared being around him. Picking Avery up, Y/N allowed Avery to her feet watching her little legs move swiftly to the room that she had for the kids.

“I don’t understand you. You let them walk all over you when you’re the parent and they are the children,” Shane threw his hand out toward the direction where her children had disappeared into. “Avery and Isabella, I like them. I understand them, but that fucking boy treats you like trash and you’re okay with it?”

“He’s hurt Shane. He’s fucking hurt,” she declared noticing the way that his nose wrinkled by her response. After the way Shane touched her son, she found herself wound up with her heart hammering inside of her chest. “NJ is a good kid. I just…I missed a lot in his life and they do really love their father. I’m the fuck up, not them.”

“See this was your problem back then when you decided to get a separation from your husband. You blamed yourself for wanting more. You wanted something different because you were miserable. You hated NJ and Negan,” Shane debated how she felt when she asked Negan for a divorce. “They were the two that made you the most miserable. Now that he’s here you are coddling him and allowing that behavior. I like kids Y/N, but that fucking kid needs to get his shit together. He’s part of the reason that you left his fucking father. You didn’t want to go home because of him. If he didn’t make you and Negan fight all the time about him, you’d still probably be with his fucking father.”

The sound of something falling was heard and she looked to see that NJ was standing at the entrance of the kitchen. There were tears streaming down his face when he undoubtedly heard what Shane had just said. Stepping forward, she tried to reach for NJ but he pulled away from her letting out a shuddering breath.

“You left dad because of me?” NJ whimpered making Y/N frown and she looked back to see that Shane was lowering down to the seat that was at the table. Rubbing the back of his head, Shane shrugged his shoulders and Y/N tried to comfort her son again but he moved away from her. “You hated me that much? I’m the reason that you never came home?”

“That’s not…that’s…” Y/N tried to find it in herself to lie and the fact she didn’t say something immediately made NJ drop his head forward. Even if that was how she felt at the time, it wasn’t something that NJ should have ever heard out loud. “NJ…”

“Why do you even force me to be here?” NJ questioned, his hazel eyes meeting hers with his bottom lip tremoring. Tears were sliding down his face while he waited for some kind of answer. “You don’t even love me. Is it to torture dad? Because you know how much he loves all of us? How much he loves you?”

“It’s because I love you NJ,” she reasoned with her son hearing him let out a pained sound. Shaking his head, he stepped back and away from her. “I want to see my children.”

“No you don’t. Not for a long time,” NJ replied, lifting his hand to wipe at his face with the back of his hand. “I want my mom back. My real mom.”

“I’m right here NJ,” she urged him to move in closer to her, but he pulled away from her again. Regret flooded her veins that she even said that shit to begin with for Shane to spew out for NJ to hear. “I do love you and I do want to spend time with you.”

“You don’t want to spend time with me. You haven’t in a long time. Since you got this new job. You’re not my mom. Because you’re not who I remember,” NJ stayed firm, his voice raising as he stared out at her and Y/N could see that her girls were standing by the door watching their big brother break down. “I loved my mom. She was loving, caring…made me feel safe. Avery is too young to know, but me and Isabella know better. We miss our mom. We miss our family. Once you started at this new job, we lost her. Dad lost her. You’re no longer her. I miss her smile. I miss her and dad putting me to bed at night. Every Christmas, her and dad would pull Isabella and I into bed with them. We’d all cuddle up. You and dad would pepper us with kisses and wrap us up in your arms while you and dad held hands. Or how Isabella and I used to find it so gross when you and dad would kiss under the mistletoe all the time? You’d pretend it was on accident, but the two of you just loved each other so much. Or how every birthday both you and dad would come into our rooms singing happy birthday to us…together. Do you remember that? Or is my mom gone completely?”

There was a silence that filled the air while Y/N felt an ache in her chest after hearing all of that from her son. Tears burned at her eyes, but it was followed by the sound of Shane snorting and sitting forward in his seat drawing both of their attention.

“How old are you kid?” Shane was the first to speak up ignoring the fact that what NJ actually said had emotionally affected her. “You’re twelve, right? Your two-year-old sister acts older than you do with things. I’m not sure which one of you is supposed to be the toddler. You’re mad at your mother because she doesn’t put you to bed every night?”

Instead of answering Shane, NJ looked to Y/N waiting for her to say something. Her lips parted and a tear slid down the side of her face, burning at her flesh. There was so much she wanted to say, but nothing was coming out.

“That answers my question,” NJ cleared his throat and tried wiping at his face with his hands. “My mother is gone.”

“Please wait,” Y/N watched NJ run back to the bedroom and slam the door shut behind him after urging his sisters in with him. Going to reach for the door after she followed him, she grabbed onto the knob and felt it locked. Huffing out, she rest her forehead against the door. After a minute or so she felt a hand placing in over her shoulder and she waved Shane away from her. “Don’t touch me right now. Just leave me alone.”

“Fine,” Shane held his hands up and tipped his head to the side. “I’ll go lay down for now. I just think maybe you should just start trying to have days with your girls because nothing is going to come from you having that boy here…”

“Shane,” she snarled at him hearing him huff. After hearing her he headed off toward the bedroom that they shared together. Heading over toward the couch, she sat down and grabbed the pillow that was beside her on the couch. Cuddling the pillow in closer to her, she stared at the door to her children’s bedroom knowing that it should have never gotten to what it did tonight.

Honestly, she didn’t know why she started dating Shane. It was probably some kind of rebellious phase after she had separated from Negan. It was probably to hurt Negan and she knew that, but she didn’t even understand why she kept Shane around. What she really needed when she separated from Negan was alone time, but instead she had Shane move in almost immediately with her. Sometimes she thought it was because she was lonely and then other parts of her did think it was to hurt Negan.

Looking around her living room she thought about what Shane had said to her when she first decided to divorce Negan. There were no photos of her family in her apartment. Once she wrote off Negan, she completely wrote off her family and she could see why NJ said the things to her that he did.

Shifting on the couch, she stared out at the door and knew that she needed to give NJ some time to calm down. Once he came out of the room, she was going to be ready to talk to him because it had to be done. Until then, she was just going to wait it out alone.

It wasn’t a short process. In fact she had ended up falling asleep on the couch clutching onto the pillow. It was the sounds of NJ’s voice that actually woke her up. With an uneven breath, her eyes slowly fluttered to an open hearing NJ crying while he spoke. It was a faint whisper, but he was undoubtedly crying. Pushing up, she looked around the room still having it blurry around her since it was completely dark in the house except for the light coming from the kitchen.

“NJ?” Y/N called out pulling herself up from the couch to head over toward the kitchen. Once she got to the kitchen, she saw NJ slamming the phone back onto the receiver and he looked back at her with his hazel eyes seeming nervous as can be that she had caught him. “Who were you on the phone with?”

“I wasn’t on the phone,” NJ blatantly lied to her making her eyebrow arch when he tried to move around her to go back into his bedroom, but she stopped him by placing her hand over the center of his chest. “I want to go back to my room.”

“We need to talk,” she insisted trying to get him to step back, but he struggled with her and she placed her hands in over his shoulders to firmly get him to stop. “Negan Junior!”

“What?” NJ snapped at her, his hazel eyes full of anger and sadness at the same time making her chest ache at the sight of it. Tears still lingered from him crying before she had come into the kitchen with him. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I don’t care,” she responded with a firm shake of her head.

“That’s the problem mom. You don’t care,” NJ shot back at her making a sharp exhale fall from her lungs when she stepped back and stared down at him. “I don’t want to be part of your life anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“You don’t have a say in something like that,” she breathed out, her jaw flexing while his hurt features stared up at her. “I know that I’ve hurt you and I get your feelings NJ, I do, but you can’t just decide that I don’t get to see you anymore.”

“I don’t get it, you didn’t want anything to do with us when you were with dad,” NJ reminded her making her throat go dry hearing her son trying to understand why she wanted to bother with them now that she was separated from Negan. “You don’t want us here. You never wanted us, so forcing us to come here is cruel. Why keep us here when dad is the one that loves us, not you.”

“I do love all of you,” she insisted making NJ roll his eyes and fold his arms out in front of his chest. “I know that I messed up before, but I want to start to try to make things right for all of you.”

“Every other week on the weekends?” NJ grumbled under his breath, his jawline flexing while he stared up at her with his young features. “Nothing is ever going to be right. None of us, none of us want to be here with you. We hate Shane. We hate this apartment. Just stop trying to pretend to be something that you aren’t!”

“Is this where you still want me to stay out of things?” a voice rumbled from behind them drawing her attention back over her shoulder to see that Shane was standing at the door in just his athletic pants hanging low at his hips. His arms were folded in front of his chest while he rest against the doorframe.

“Please,” Y/N begged holding her hand up and he shrugged his shoulders heading back into the bedroom. Having Shane putting his nose into things constantly was not helping. Especially when he was the person that started all of this today.

“How can you like someone like him?” NJ snarled making her sigh and lift to pinch the bridge of her nose feeling a headache developing from the stress of tonight. “He’s nothing like dad.”

“I think that was kind of the point,” she shrugged her shoulders hating that she was having this conversation with her son. It was inappropriate and she really just thought at the beginning Shane was a relationship of convenience for her. He was there and he was willing, so she accepted it and just never really pushed it away from her. “Listen NJ, we have to talk about things.”

“I don’t have time,” NJ pushed through her heading back toward the bedroom. Following him toward the bedroom before she could even follow him in, he was heading back out with his backpack over his shoulder. At the same time he was trying to push the remainder of his tears away from his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she grabbed a hold of NJ’s backpack when he went to move around her, stopping him in his tracks.

“I’m leaving,” NJ declared trying to pull from her grasp, yanking on his backpack to get it from her before throwing it back over his shoulder again. “I don’t have to stay here. I don’t want to stay here. Not after what Shane did and said.”

“You’re not going to just walk out into the world and walk home NJ!” she stated with a grunt only to hear the sound of a knock on the door. Everything inside of her tensed up when NJ’s face turned pale and he looked toward the front door. “What did you do?”

Heading for the door, she heard NJ calling out to her when she pulled the door open to reveal Negan at the front door. His expression was angry and suddenly things were starting to make sense. Standing in the doorway, she felt NJ attempting to get around her, but she put up her arm to stop him from leaving the apartment.

“It was your dad that you called?” Y/N wondered looking back at NJ whose big hazel eyes were staring out at her with worry. “You can’t leave with your dad. It’s my weekend with you and you aren’t going anywhere.”

“He said your boyfriend broke his game system and put his hands on him,” Negan informed her making NJ’s face flush over with red. It made a lump develop in NJ’s throat when he gazed between both of his parents. “He called me sobbing Y/N. Our son shouldn’t be afraid to be here with you.”

“He’s not afraid to be here with me,” she reasoned with Negan hearing NJ clear his throat and nod his head when he looked to her.

“We don’t feel safe here with Shane,” NJ was honest with his mother, his eyes still red from the crying that he had done earlier. “None of us do. Not even Avery and she’s young. You can tell that she’s scared. But Shane doesn’t hate the girls, he just hates me. So do you. So I’m going to go home with dad.”

“This is bullshit,” she placed her hand in over the center of NJ’s chest to keep him from leaving. “I deserve to have time with my children.”

“Then make Shane leave,” NJ blurt out making Y/N swallow down hard when he grasped tightly to the strap of his backpack. “I know you don’t want me here to begin with, but if you want me here like you say you do, I don’t feel safe being here with Shane.”

“Your father and I need to have a discussion. Together. Alone,” Y/N nodded back toward the couch making NJ huff out loud and look to Negan with a begging expression. “We’re just going to be out in the hallway together. I promise your dad won’t leave without talking to you.”

“Dad,” NJ whimpered looking to Negan for guidance and he gave NJ a nod to listen to Y/N. Rolling his eyes, NJ moved to the couch and took a seat. Once Y/N saw that he was seated she moved out into the hallway with Negan closing the door behind her.

Stepping before Negan, their eyes connected and she could tell that Negan was angry with her from the things that he had undoubtedly heard from NJ when he snuck that call in to his father. Negan’s eyes shifted, his jaw flexing while he waited for her to say something first. It was clear that Negan was tired and he probably hadn’t slept in a while and the way he towered over her made her feel small.

“Listen, I know things probably sounded bad, but it was really a misunderstanding,” she explained holding her hands up in a defensive position. “NJ was keeping up with the whole not speaking to me thing and Shane was trying to get him to talk to me. Shane just stepped out of place and I corrected him for it.”

“Stepped out of place?” Negan repeated her words, his eyebrows bouncing up in what seemed like frustration. “NJ said that Shane took the handheld game system I bought for him for his birthday and threw it at the wall shattering it. Then apparently, he grabbed a firm hold of the back of our son’s neck and kept forcing his head toward his dinner hurting him. Considering our son is not a liar, I do tend to fucking believe him Y/N.”

Clearing her throat, she lowered her stare and felt her face flushing over with warmth, “Also apparently, he heard Shane blaming him for the fact that you and I got separated? Did you really tell that asshole that the reason you asked me for a divorce is because you hated NJ?”

“That’s not exactly what happened. Shane just took it that way,” she claimed knowing that she kind of went on a huge vent the first time that she talked to Shane about her family and while she didn’t want to believe that she said something like that, she wasn’t really sure what she did say. “I was really angry at you and NJ at that time for always making me feel guilty. So that could have been Shane’s interpretation of things.”

“Nice,” Negan grumbled under his breath and folded his arms out in front of his chest, his jaw flexing in anger while he kept his stare locked on her. “I’m not going to force my son to be here when he’s not comfortable. When you asked for this divorce, you told me that you would give me full custody of the kids and just requested the one weekend every two weeks if you were available. I’m doing this just to be nice. So if NJ wants to come home, I’m going to take him home.”

“Then I will never see my son because he doesn’t want to be here Negan,” she responded with tension growing in her tone. Shaking her head, she knew that wasn’t something she was okay with. “I should be able to see my son.”

A sigh escaped Negan’s throat when he finally lowered his head to look down at his feet. Pushing his hands into his pockets, Negan’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat while she stood before him, “Did you sign those papers yet?”

“Really?” Negan snapped with a scowl over his face after raising his stare back up to her. “We’re talking about the comfort of our son being at your home and you’re going to ask me if I signed the fucking divorce papers?”

“That’s a no,” she frowned leaning back against the doorframe and sighing loudly. “I just think you are dragging the kids along thinking that there will be something more here between the two of us. They never gave Shane a shot from the start.”

“It doesn’t sound like Shane deserved a shot regardless,” Negan shot back, lifting his hand to point it out at her. “And I tell you what? If that son of a bitch ever puts his hands on NJ again, I promise you I will fucking kill him.”

“Don’t say that,” she hushed him making Negan immediately shake his head. “He’s a cop Negan.��

“I wouldn’t give a shit if he was the goddamn pope. If you touch my son, I will fucking break every single fucking finger on your hands,” Negan was getting worked up and she found herself thankful that she was the only person on this floor since he was making it clear that he was upset. “I’m not kidding Y/N.”

“I know,” she acknowledged hearing his breathing loud when he shook his head. “I expect nothing less from you.”

“I don’t get this,” Negan maintained his face twisting with frustration and confusion. “I never thought you would be asking for a divorce. I never thought our children would be in this kind of position. It’s not fair to them.”

“Parents get divorced all the time Negan,” she countered with a shrug of her shoulders. “I know that it’s not fair to them, but sometimes two people just fall out of love.”

“One person,” Negan corrected her with a frown. “I never fell out of love with you. No matter how mean you got. No matter how many times you hurt me or said something that brought me down. I always loved you. I promised to love you for the rest of my life and I meant it.”

Looking to Negan’s left hand she still saw that he was wearing his wedding ring and it made her clear her throat. Feeling a warmth flooding her body, she looked down and away from him hearing him sigh, “I think you’re just going through something right now. I went through some shit when I lost Lucille. I lost myself. I think when you get through this, you’re going to realize…”

“Negan,” she interrupted him, holding her hands up to stop him before he started. “I know how you feel. I do. I just, I don’t know if I see it like you do.”

“You’re telling me you don’t miss anything?” Negan searched for an answer making the ache in her chest grow. With those big hazel eyes staring into her soul she found it hard to even look at him because she felt horrible. “The dogs? The children? Us?”

Ignoring the question, she knew that she had been feeling so many range of emotions since NJ mentioned to her that he missed his mother and brought up their past together. Of course she missed moments like that, she just…forgot about them since she had grown to be too busy in her own life.

“You loved your life. You loved your job before you started working at this new place. I know it was more money, but you were happy at your original job. You took this job because your father convinced you to. You told me when we first got together that your father made your life miserable and you kicked him out of it. I know what it’s like to have a shitty father Y/N. You know that, but after he convinced you to have this job, I think it awoke some of those feelings he gave you before we got together,” Negan spoke up stepping forward to reach out to sweep his thumb in over her jawline to get her to look back up at him. “Your father made you hard and then you found me, you found family with Sam and me. We made you happy. Your family made you happy. I think you were already stressed and then the whole Avery thing happened and it is possible to still have postpartum depression with your third child. And it can go for a very long time. You’re not weak for asking for help.”

“Negan,” she closed her eyes feeling her bottom lip tremoring with his palm caressing in over the side of her face. Lifting her hand, she held onto him and stroked her fingers against the back of his hand. “I’m not good enough for you. Or them. I’ve known that. I’ve always known that.”

“Listen to me,” Negan whispered stepping forward to close the distance between the two of them. “It’s not too late to fix things Y/N. I still love you. These kids love you. We can figure out something. Get help. Go to a therapist, the both of us. Maybe as a family sometimes.”

“I don’t think I can fix the things I’ve done,” she responded, her eyes fluttering to an open when Negan slid his other hand in over the side of her face to cup it tenderly. “I’ve been a really shitty person over the last few years Negan. And over these last few months, I’ve been the worst. I don’t deserve to fix things. All of you are too good for me. I’m a bad wife. I’m a bad mother. I’m a shitty person.”

“I don’t think it’s all you’re just not a good person Y/N. I think you’ve had some troubles between Avery being born along with all the stress. You were abused as a child and sometimes that shit comes back to you in your adulthood. With this job, I think you were just out to get your father’s approval again and you lost your way a little bit,” Negan reminded her making her let out a tremoring breath and he could see that tears were developing in her eyes. “We can try to fix things, make this whole thing better. I know that as a family…as a duo…we can fix this.”

With a shuddering breath, she felt Negan’s forehead pressing up against hers. Pressing her palm in over the center of his chest, she slid it up toward the side of his neck before stroking at his chiseled jawline. The warmth of his breath pressed over her lips drawing chills down her spine until the sound of the door pulling open was heard.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Shane’s voice boomed making Negan slowly pull his head back to gaze over at the new man in Y/N’s life. Taking his time, Negan lowered his hands and that anger that was there when he arrived slowly flooded back into his features. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

“He’s picking up NJ,” she alerted Shane with a frown knowing that after her conversation with Negan it was for the best that NJ should leave if he wanted to leave. Shane stepped out into the hallway with them and let out an amused breath. “NJ was uncomfortable being here and wants to go home.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Shane shook his head making it known that he didn’t like the idea of that when he stepped further into the hallway. “I don’t know what kind of bullshit you are flooding into your son’s brain, but his mother isn’t a villain for wanting something in her life. She wasted twelve years of her life trying to pretend that everything was okay and when she finally does what’s right by her suddenly, she’s the bad guy? No. NJ is going to have to learn to live with the way that things are. She has the right to reinvent her life and let me tell you something, you’re going to stop trying to get in the way of things.”

“Listen buddy, I’m not going to step back and let shit go by when it comes to my children,” Negan scoffed, standing up straighter. There was no way that Shane was going to intimidate him. “Which now that we’re on the subject of my children…don’t ever put your hands on my son again.”

“What are you going to do about it if I do?” Shane mocked Negan, stepping forward to bring his chest into Negan’s almost bumping him back with the power in his body making Negan smirk. Reaching up, Negan brushed at his bottom lip with his thumb and smirked. “There is nothing you can do to me if I do.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Negan warned, his stare narrowing and his eyes getting darker when Shane smirked. “So don’t test me.”

“Get out of here,” Shane ordered making Negan shake his head when he looked to the open door to see that NJ was still sitting on the couch watching them interact. “Now.”

“He’s taking NJ,” Y/N grabbed a hold of Shane’s arm only to feel Shane pull away from her. Shoving into Negan made Negan huff loudly and his jaw flexed. “Shane, knock it off. I told you what is going to happen here and this is none of your business.”

“It is my business because for once in your life you need to stop letting Negan and NJ run your life,” Shane snapped at her, pointing his finger back and forth between her and Negan. His brown eyes were angry and he was breathing heavily. “They don’t get to control your life anymore. Not with me here because that’s bullshit.”

“NJ, let’s go,” Negan called out to his son only to let out a groan when Shane shoved him firmly against the wall. Shoving back into Shane made the shorter man stumble back giving Negan a smirk before nodding his head. With a grunt, Negan turned away when Shane firmly punched into the side of Negan’s face. Taking a minute to gather himself, Negan gazed back at Shane and nodded his head. “Thank you. Now you gave me a reason to defend myself without getting in trouble.”

Gasping out, Y/N stepped out of the way when Negan tackled into Shane making Shane slam into the wall behind him. Arms were throwing while Negan and Shane found themselves in a fight making NJ scramble to the door in attempts to come and try to help his father.

“Stay there,” Y/N demanded of her son not wanting him to get hurt while Shane and Negan tore into each other. Stepping forward, she tried splitting it up knowing that this was the last thing that NJ needed to see. “Shane! Knock it off.”

Scrambling to get the fight split up, she grabbed a hold of Shane’s arm in attempts to get him to stop. Trying to pull his arm away from her, Shane let out an angered sound before bringing his arm back into the side of her face making her fall back to the ground hard. Almost immediately NJ moved to his mother to make sure that she was okay.

“Shit,” Shane muttered realizing what he had done, but with what he had done it had only made Negan more furious with the man before him. Managing to get Shane to the ground, Negan started hitting him over and over again taking advantage of the moment. Each hit sounded brutal as it echoed through the empty hallway followed by the grunts coming from Shane’s throat.

After several more hits, Negan held his fist over Shane and lifted his gaze to see that NJ was staring out at him and he grunted under his breath. Curling his fingers into Shane’s dark hair, Negan pulled his head up and made sure that Shane was staring out at him, “You touch her again and I will destroy you. The same goes for my son. Never put your hands on my kids or Y/N again.”

Dropping Shane back down, Negan got up enough to move over to Y/N and NJ. Once he knelt down to check on Y/N, NJ immediately scrambled to wrap his arms around Negan to hug him tightly. Nuzzling his nose against the side of NJ’s neck Negan comforted his son leaving Y/N feeling incredibly guilty.

“NJ, go get your sisters. All three of you are going home with your dad,” she instructed of her son when NJ looked over his shoulder giving her a quick nod. When NJ ran off to do what she wanted, Negan shifted to help her up from where she was on the floor. Embarrassment flooded her features when she looked to see that Shane had pulled himself up into a seated position on the floor with his head buried in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Come with us,” Negan pled, his hazel eyes trying to appeal to her, but honestly? She couldn’t. She felt guilty. This was her fault to begin with. She made her bed with Shane and she was going to have to live with it. After everything she did, there was no way that she could just go back home with open arms. What Shane did? What she did and said? It was all so wrong and she didn’t deserve this family. Not now, not ever. Shaking her head made Negan frown, but she knew that he was too good for her. “Please.”

“I can’t,” she answered him with a miserable expression showing that she hated the choice she had to make, but it was clear that she thought she had to do it. “I need to take care of things here. Just please, take care of the kids. And tell NJ I’m sorry.”

With the sound of footsteps, she turned to see that NJ had both of his sisters with him. Reaching down, she picked up Avery and gave her a big kiss on the cheek before handing her over to Negan. Once she was done, she knelt down to Isabella and NJ to give them a big hug which surprised NJ with the way that he was looking at her.

“I love you guys, I’m sorry,” she apologized again for feeling bad that it led to this. Her children should have never had to experience the negativity and toxic environment that she put them in with Shane. It wasn’t even like she liked Shane and this was the last thing that they deserved. “You’re going home with daddy, okay?”

Grabbing the bags the children brought out with his free hand that wasn’t holding onto Avery, Negan gave Y/N a long once over before nodding. Heading for the elevator, Negan made sure to get the children on the elevator before leaving himself.

Staring down at Shane who glared up at her, she didn’t even know how to respond to everything. Shaking her head, she moved back into the house and saw one of the bags that belonged to the children still sitting in the doorway of the room she had for them. Going to grab it, she headed out of the apartment to see that Shane was finally pulling himself up.

“I’m going to bed,” Shane announced when she hit the button for the elevator. His glare told her that he didn’t like the way that she reacted to things, but he didn’t even apologize to her about everything he had done.

“You’re sleeping on the couch,” she informed him once the elevators opened making him scoff. It seemed like he was about to bicker with her but she hit the close doors button before he had a chance to. Once she got off the elevator, she moved through the parking garage and saw that Negan was finishing up getting the children into the SUV.

“We can’t just leave her here dad,” NJ bickered with his father, looking up at him with his hazel eyes. “Don’t you want to save her and protect her from that man?”

“You know I want to protect your mother more than anything NJ. Other than you guys, your mother means everything to me,” Negan lowered down with a sigh making her hide behind one of the cement columns so she could listen to them together. “I tried NJ. I don’t know what more I can do. Your mother doesn’t want to be with me. I can’t force her to be.”

“We should be able to do something though,” NJ countered making Negan sigh before leaning forward to press a kiss over NJ’s temple. Stroking his fingers through NJ’s hair made their son frown and Negan let out an upset breath. “I know I haven’t been happy with her, but I don’t want that guy to hurt her dad. I still love her.”

“I love her too buddy,” Negan stated making her let out a long sigh feeling her chest tightening. “I wish I could change things, but I’ve tried. I don’t know what I can do, but all we can hope for is that she’s okay. That’s all that matters, right?”

“I feel like there should be something more that we can do,” NJ insisted but when Negan gave him an expression, NJ let out a defeated breath. Giving Negan one final hug, NJ got up and moved to the SUV to get into his side of the car.

Knowing that Negan was going to be headed to leave, she cleared her throat and stepped out making Negan gaze back over his shoulder at her. Holding out the bag that they left, she had a hard time looking at Negan after everything. When he reached for the bag, his fingers brushed against hers making her sigh.

“They forgot that one,” she pushed her hands into her pockets feeling bad after this whole thing. “Please be careful driving home.”

“I will,” Negan gave her a nod, the vein at the side of his neck bulging. When he went to turn on his heel, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved her hand in the air knowing that she hadn’t been okay in a very long time. “Just be careful and take care of them.”

“I’m going to worry about it Y/N,” Negan frowned turning back to face her, his thick eyebrows full of emotion. “I love you. I’m always going to love you so worrying about you is just going to come naturally at this point.”

“You need to learn to stop doing that. Doing that is only going to make you miserable,” she slurred, stepping back and away from Negan knowing that she was having so many thoughts right now but she could tell that Negan was genuinely worried about her. “I’m not your responsibility. You should be happy Negan and with me, I don’t think you’re ever going to have that.”

“Then you don’t know me like I thought you did,” Negan replied letting out a long exhale when she stepped back and headed for the apartment building. “Come home with us Y/N.”

“I can’t Negan,” she stopped at the doors and shook her head. “We’re beyond that at this point. I know that now. Especially after today. Have a good night, Negan.”

Leaving Negan and the kids actually hurt tonight. Especially with the way that Negan was looking at her when she made her way back into the building. Heading back upstairs, Y/N took notice of how Shane was already asleep on the couch with a bag of ice over his face from where Negan had beaten the snot out of him. Shaking her head, she went back to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

Once she laid down, it took a very long time for her to even fall asleep. Her brain was going through so many thoughts and emotions that she didn’t even know if she was healthy enough to comprehend them right now. One thing she knew for sure was what happened tonight could never happen again. When she finally did fall asleep, it wasn’t for very long because the sound of the front door being slammed was heard making her eyes flutter to an open.

Staring out at the pillow beside her, she sighed when she saw that it was bare. Even though she had expressed a distaste for the notes and the flowers that she was receiving every morning from Negan, she grew to miss it. Sighing, she pulled herself up out of bed and headed toward the kitchen to see Shane standing at the counter using his phone to look at his face after his fight with Negan.

“Hey, I got you something,” Shane nodded toward the cup of coffee and bag of something he had picked up from the local chain that was close to her apartment.

Taking a seat at the counter on one of her stools she sighed and watched Shane push the food out to her in front of her. Thinking about her life before all of this, she bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head, “You know every morning when I was with Negan, he used to cook me these ridiculous over the top breakfasts. For all of us really.”

“I’m not Negan,” Shane reminded her with a confused expression, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. Rubbing at the back of his neck, Shane leaned back against the counter opposite of the island she was sitting at.

“No kidding,” she commented reaching for the coffee to take a sip of it knowing that the coffee at home with Negan was even better. Shaking her head, she sighed and looked to Shane with a blank gaze. “I’m going for a ride today. While I’m gone, I want you to get your things out of here. You’re not welcome here anymore. By the time I get home tonight I expect everything that’s yours to be gone. Including you.”

“Excuse me?” Shane snorted with a half smirk, his brown eyes narrowing as he stepped forward to brace his hands over the top of the counter on the island. “You’re joking, right?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” her stare was deadpan while she clung to the coffee he got for her. Shane was stammering to say something when she stood up from where she was seated. “I don’t care how stressed my family may have made me. You have no right to put your hands on my children. Ever. Hitting me, even though I’m sure you’ll wave it off as a mistake last night—maybe I could have excused that. But then again not really. In all my time being married to Negan he never once hit me. We may have bickered, but not once did Negan hit me. If anything I was the more aggressive of the two. But when you touched my son, no matter the reasoning…I never want to see your face again. I made a lot of mistakes. More so recently, but the biggest one I made was you. So get the hell out of my house.”

“Hey,” Shane tried to follow her toward her bedroom while she gathered some things for herself that she would need for her drive. “I get that things were emotional last night, but I was just trying to defend you.”

“I don’t need defending because I’m the one that was wrong!” she screamed at Shane, turning on her heel to stare out at the man she brought into her life when she was at her worst. “I’m a shitty mom, Shane. I said horrible things to NJ. Things I can never make up for but putting your hands on him…you’re lucky I don’t sue you for it and take you for everything you have. Because you know I could. I could make you lose your job. I can make sure that no one ever hires you again Shane Walsh. So before you piss me off any further, get the fuck out of my apartment and never show your face again.”

“Wow,” Shane scoffed with a tense smirk, his head nodding slowly. “Yes ma’am.”

With a final glare, Shane moved toward the closet to grab a bag for him to start packing his things. Even though she was a lot of things Shane knew that she wasn’t fucking around. If she wanted to, she was capable of ruining his life easily. Even though she knew it was too late when it came to kicking Shane out of her life, she knew it was the right choice to no longer have him there because he was just a poison in her life that needed to be gone. And he needed to be gone now.

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