#honestly none of the adults are doing well right now
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the higher-ups (and Yaga) immediately trying to leverage Gojo & Ieri's absence to put Yuuta on the roster??? God that's such a stark moment. Thank god Nanami and Gojo saw through that one immediately, because Yuuta wants to justify his own survival so badly he would've fallen straight into it.
That whole scene, with Yuuta immediately jumping on the opportunity to help people even though something is Extremely Wrong with him and he's on the brink of physical collapse--this boy is selfless to the point of self destruction and I am chewing the drywall about it. I love him so much.
If only he was able to summon his newly found homicidal rage in defense of himself, the higher-ups would no longer be a problem. Alas, this boy is Extremely Unwell.
(Sea Glass Gardens is absolutely incredible and i am obsessed with it in a way that is totally and 100% normal. I'm so normal about it, trust me <3 )
The thing about Yuuta is that he really is prime to be taken advantage of right now and the higher ups know it. They had him try to kill himself for them--they know that there's a window of opportunity that they can use to get him under their thumb and avoid The Problem of Gojo, which is, namely, having a human weapon who you cannot fully control. Gojo nailed it from the beginning: they want a magic gatling gun with no personality or free will. They learned their lesson with Gojo and are trying to rob Yuuta of his agency before he learns how to protect himself.
And Yaga's part in that scene really was meant to kind of emphasize how, even with the best intention's, he just doesn't work to protect the kids. Like. everything he said was technically true, and he meant it with the best of intentions. He's the guy who has to think of everyone's needs. he has to manage this crisis. he's got a lot of people hurt badly who just came out of a war, and a lot of people going into fights with some very aggravated curses spawning without sufficient manpower to address the danger and no healer to save them if they cut it a little too close. He didn't have the intention of manipulating or sacrificing Yuuta, but he was aware that it would come to his detriment and risk.
The issue is the higher ups. They don't give a shit about the people in their workforce. They should be the ones doing whatever it takes to solve this crisis and save their people--and if that means giving up on their machinations? They should have already done it. It's their responsibility.
They just don't care. They want Okkotsu Yuuta under their thumb, and their society hemorrhaging is treated like an opportunity, not a dire problem to be solved. They don't care if half a dozen of their own people need to die to do it. Hell, it's better if they do die--they can put it straight on Okkotsu for not being willing to sacrifice himself, when they should have been making whatever promises they had to in order to make this work.
Gojo's done this before, is the thing. He was Yuuta, a long time ago. Nanami was right there watching it happen. They both know what the higher ups do: They let society get to a crisis level and put all the responsibility on you to save it. they let you maneuver yourself into a vulnerable position as a result, and then they use it as leverage to put their goddamn boot on your neck.
The thing is that Gojo adopting megumi all those years ago really did put them into a crisis state. the zenin pitched the mother of all bitch fits trying to secure his unconditional return, and they were a huge percentage of jujutsu society's labor force and resource pools. instead of the higher ups managing the problem at all, they took advantage of the situation and shoved more and more of its weight and responsibility onto gojo, until he was dropping off his own kid at his abusers' compound thinking it was the only compromise that could resolve things. megumi paid the price for gojo not calling bullshit, and right now, with him in a hospital bed? gojo's less willing to repeat mistakes than ever.
he knows that they're going to use the safety and suffering of everyone else as the leverage against him, and he knows that as terrible as it is, he cannot blink first. He's played this game before, and he knows that the only way to get the higher ups to back off on something like this is to dig in your heels.
I think what happened to Megumi all those years ago and how bad it got before they put a stop to it is something that haunts all three of them. When they first started raising him, they were very young, and they were very broken, and they loved him very, very much. He was their little boy, and he was never the same after the Zenin. They were supposed to protect him, and they didn't, and not a single one of them has forgiven themselves for that.
Megumi was sort of sacrificed for the greater good when he was a kid. None of them thought that that was what they were doing when it happened, but that's what happened. His happiness, safety, and wellbeing were sacrificed to pacify the Zenin and make it easier on everyone else.
Megumi and Tsumiki had to become their non-negotiables after. They had to become the things they refused to compromise on. The Zenin would take miles and miles if you gave them a millimeter, let alone an inch.
Gojo didn't think he was compromising them when he left them on their own to deal with Geto's war. They were disgustingly self-sufficient kids. They had been alone for longer stretches of time when they were practically toddlers--they should have been fine on their own for a couple of weeks.
But they were still his kids, and he still left them alone for everyone else's sake, and now his kid is blind and half dead in a hospital bed. It's like being punched in the face by old mistakes.
So they're off the roster completely, all of them. And they're not compromising an inch on what their focus is, and they're not letting anything happen to any of the other kids in their care.
It's terrible that their coworkers are suffering, but it wouldn't be happening if the Zenin hadn't fucked with Gojo Satoru's kid, of all the goddamn people. It wouldn't be happening if the higher ups would actually do their job and start managing shit.
And if they use Yuuta as an anxiety riddled bandaid on the bullet hole in their society? Then they'd be sacrificing him the way they sacrificed Megumi all those years ago. And they have never been less willing to do that.
I'm so so glad you like the story! Thank you for talking with me!
#i think gojo has such a big emphasis on giving kids the tools to protect themselves because no one ever did that for him or geto#geto snapped under the pressure and was lost to gojo forever#Gojo repeatedly focuses on giving the kids the tools to enjoy their childhood without being hurt#like with yuuji--he doesn't want him to sacrifice his youth and happiness with the others#so he focuses on giving him the strength to protect himself when gojo isn't there#in my mind that's also why gojo was always trying to feed yuuji the fingers#like when i first started the series it seemed kind of weird to me because gojo very obviously didn't want yuuji dead#until i realized that yuuji canonically had a good chance at suppressing sukuna even at 20 fingers as long as he had them spaced out#if yuuji had sukunas power level and had gotten it in increments eventually the higher ups couldnt touch him and hed still be under control#honestly none of the adults are doing well right now#a little under a decade ago the issue with the zenin came to a head and megumi ended up being very small and very hurt in a hospital bed#and they promised him that it would never happen again#now he looks very small and very hurt and he's in a hospital bed and the zenin put him there#as much as he's an angry teenager who hates displays affection he really is their little boy and they adore him#nanami was the one who took him from the zenin the final time all those years ago and he personally promised megumi that he would never eve#go back to that place. he feels like a complete failure right now.#gojo always blamed himself for not digging in his heels and refusing the custody compromise and now he's FURIOUS that this happened under#his nose a second time. i think gojos really interesting in the hero role because he's canonically low empathy and struggles with homicidal#impulses and let me tell you he thought about just killing all the zenin back then and he's REALLY thinking about it right now. there's one#fucking way of making sure this never happens again.#shoko generally feels like shit because this is supposed to be the one thing she can do to help and she /can't/ do it right now to help#megumi. also she privately thinks she had the most opportunity to realize how bad it was with the zenin back then and /didn't/.#she was going through a lot of her own issues back then and the zenin had some kind of believable excuses for why megumi was always banged#up. like. he was already getting into fights at school. its not like the zenin had issues procreating. they said he was picking fights#with other kids and that's where he got hurt. they actually blamed maki more than once. and some bruises here and there is expected for a#kid in combat training even at what was meant to be a very preliminary level. he was supposed to be in like. kiddie karate classes and they#didn't realize the zenin were training him like a fucking marine. it was SO obvious in hindsight and that tortures them.#protecting yuuta right now kind of feels like a chance to get it right the first time and all of them need that now that they feel like the#fucked it up with megumi a second time#sea glass gardens
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I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6
Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.
Credit to russellius for the GIF
You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.
You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.
So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.
"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.
"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.
"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.
"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.
"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?
"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.
"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.
"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"
"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.
He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.
He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.
He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.
But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.
"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.
"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.
"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.
"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.
"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.
"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"
"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.
"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.
"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.
"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.
"You're coming home?" he beams.
"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.
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Punishment Or Pleasure
By Sawyer-You’ve been a bad girl and you go to your stepdad for “discipline”
a/n: this is like alternate universe Miguel so he’s not apart of the spider verse and he never had a daughter
cw: smut, p in v, stepcest, oral m receiving somno
stepdad Miguel x reader
You knew it was wrong to think about your stepdad like this you knew if anyone knew the filthy things you thought about him they would think you were disgusting or some type of sex fiend.
You couldn’t help it tho he was tall, handsome, he had big hands and he treated your mom so well you heard them almost every night and you couldn’t help but be a little jealous
she was getting everything you wanted and he was giving his everything to her you could hear how good he was fucking her and all the filthy things he was doing to her you wanted to be in her shoes at least once it wasn’t fair Why did she deserve it and you didn’t
You and your mom had been getting into fights she was always sticking her nose in your dating life and you got sick of it and told her to leave you alone it’s none of her business and you guys haven’t talked in a couple of days she left for a work trip that morning trying to talk to you without apologizing like she always did
it’s not like he’s been your stepdad for long it’s only been a year since he and your mom got married and you don’t need a dad now you’re 19
you decided you were gonna get what you want after all you look like her why wouldn’t he find you attractive too
You walked out of your bedroom to his study where you knew he would be you were wearing a thin white and short tank top and boy shorts
You knocked on the open door of his office to get his attention from his computer
“Miguel?” he lifted his head to look at you after you called his name softly “yes sweetie?” he replied he always called by nicknames like that
“You’re not too busy, are you?” you asked walking toward his desk that he sat behind “No precious why what's wrong?”
“Well, I know you've noticed that mom and i haven't spoken in a few days before she left this morning,” you said as you moved closer to him leaning on his desk “Uh yes I have I'm sure you girls will get through it you can't be too mad with each other”
“I talked to her today actually she said she wanted me to talk to you Miguel!” what’s wrong with telling a little fib to get what you want
“Oh um well sweetheart I don't know what to tell you in this situation” he honestly didn’t know what to say one reason he married your mother was because she had an older daughter Miguel didn’t want kids
“Yeah I figured you'd say that maybe a punishment would be better,” you said trying to hint but not being too obvious. To put it simply you wanted him to spank you
Miguel didn't quite know what you meant and didn't want to get to big headed or jump to conclusions
“wh-what do you mean punishment?” Miguel said after clearing his throat
“like spanking maybe?” you said unsure if he really understood what you meant or if you should even keep going with this evilly horny plan
But why stop now you were already soaking wet at the thought of his hands anywhere near your ass you’d come too far you were gonna get what you wanted
“Uh are you sure that's a good punishment for you honey I mean you are an adult,” he said as he squirmed in his seat he was nervous and turned on he didn't know what to think maybe he was being a pervert maybe you just wanted a spanking maybe you were trying to turn him on maybe this was something you had planned “no,” he thought you wouldn’t do that you don’t see him in that way he’s your stepdad after all
“I mean it will teach me my lesson and you don't want me to keep making the same mistakes with the same guys right, Daddy?” It took everything in you to hold back that word you'd never actually called him that but in this setting, you felt like it was appropriate
Miguel had an obvious look of surprise on his face he looked like he'd seen a ghost you could tell he was getting more hot and bothered you couldn’t see it very well but his huge cock was getting so hard
“I uh I don’t think so sweetie maybe y-you should talk to your mom again and um resolve this with her” It’s not that he didn’t want to take you across his lap and smack your ass over and over again till you were a wet mess on his lap but he had to have self-control he had to maintain the little that he had left in his body
“mhm well okay thanks for talking to me anyway,” you said leaving his study but you weren’t defeated this was only the beginning of your plan you made sure to bounce a little as you walked so he could see what he was missing out on for now
Miguel felt conflicting emotions as you walked out of his study he watched you, watched how your ass jiggled he felt disgusted with his self also regret that he didn’t take the chance I mean he loved your mom obviously but there was something about you that he couldn’t resist
He had tried for so long to ignore the looks you gave him to ignore the skimpy pajamas you wore around the house those guys that treated you like shit and could never make you cum
he was different if he ever got the chance he’d make you see stars and make your legs shake if he got you under him with your pussy dripping wet just for him he’d make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day
without Miguel realizing his hand was in his pants stroking his achingly hard cock sliding his hand up and down squeezing around his thick shaft imagining his hand was you, your pussy wet all because of him
He squeezed his eyes shut imagining you were there bouncing on his cock barely able to take his full size you are shorter than him and smaller in body size he could pick you up easily and take you against the wall pounding into you again and again
with all this fantasizing Miguel was a moaning mess as he came into his hand thrusting up into nothing
he felt horrible afterward relieved but horrible he’d just masturbated to the thought of fucking his stepdaughter he got off on it. he tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands “At least nothing happened no one gets hurt if I keep it to myself” he thought
Miguel decided to just get into bed he texted your mom to have fun on her trip and told her that he loved her before dozing off in their shared bed
The next morning you made sure to set an alarm 30 minutes before he usually wakes up this was all according to plan. you snuck into his bedroom trying to make as little noise as possible
you saw his calm sleeping body all alone and completely naked to your surprise either way this was perfect for your plan
you took off your pajamas and climbed into bed lying next to him you slowly lifted the blanket that rested on his torso to see his cock you wanted to see if it lived up to your expectations and it was even better
not only was it bigger than you thought it was so much prettier other ones you’ve seen were ugly his was cleanly shaven, not only big in length but also in width and his tip was covered by his foreskin usually foreskin is a no for you but his wasn’t
you didn’t know if he was having a wet dream or if he felt your presence but it was getting harder by the second you slowly moved your hand to touch it
You could barely fit your hand around it as you slowly moved your hand up and down focusing on the tip and rubbing the palm of your hand against it as you kept stroking it
you could tell he was enjoying it in his sleep he started breathing heavily his chess moving up and down as he stirred still deep in his sleep
you wanted so badly to dip your head under the cover and take him in your mouth but you needed him awake for that you needed to see his reaction as you slobbered around him
as you were focusing on his cock trying to squeeze your small hand around it he stirred awake “Mhm wh-what Y/n what are you doing” he said confused about why you were in his bed naked and touching him
“good morning Daddy did you sleep well?” you said with an innocent look on your face and continued your movements
“sweetie you shouldn’t be doing this!” he said as he grabbed your wrist he tried to move your hand but it didn’t seem like he wanted to he seemed like he was enjoying himself to much to stop you
“oh god no th-this isn’t right” you could tell he was close but you didn’t want him to finish on your hand so you got under the cover and positioned yourself between his legs with your grip still on thick shaft
“it’s okay Daddy we’re not gonna get caught” you slowly started giving the tip kittens licks and kisses
“no no, what if your mom finds out we can’t do this!” he was really trying to hold himself back he was slowly loosing it you were driving him crazy
“no i promise she won’t im not gonna tell her are you?” as you reassured him you rested your head on his thigh looking up at him your hand wrapped around him
“w-we couldn’t possibly lie to her baby mhm” he said as you licked his shaft again up to his tip circling your tongue around it
“who says we’re lying it’s not lying if she doesn’t know” you slowly took as much of him in your mouth as you could “okay but still- oh fuck” soft moans escaped his mouth he covered his eyes is distress he couldn’t believe the exact thing he’d been trying to avoid was happening
you started bobbing your head up and down slowly you wanted to tease him a little you made sure to not use your teeth and use as much tongue as possible as you sucked
you wanted him to enjoy his self as much as possible before you got what you wanted after all this was for him too you weren’t selfish
you slobbered around it as best you could you were giving him your best but he was so big it was hard to get all of him into your mouth like the good daddy Miguel is he helped you out
He pushed your head down his shaft making you choke on him and take all of him. you gagged around it was too big and he knew that he just didn’t care he needed you bad and you needed him “god that’s so good you’re doing great with your pretty lips around my cock”
His praise made you so wet you wanted to do good for him you wanted to make him feel good
he let go of your head and started patting it and stroking your hair, You grabbed his base and started stroking it again as you took his balls in your mouth
he sat up leaning on his hands and looked down at you “I’m gonna cum princess do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he said breathing heavily with his hair messy and his hips thrusting slowly into your hand
“mhmm I want you to cum in my mouth” You wrapped your lips around his tip and like on command he released his hot load into your mouth his cum hit the back of your throat and you loved it, it was all you wanted what you’d been waiting for
As he did he grunted and trusted into your mouth “Ffuuuucck” You picked your head up to look him in the eyes as you opened your mouth to show him the mess he made
With one hand he grabbed your face softly and guided you to close your mouth you did as he wanted swallowed. “Did i do good daddy?” you asked smiling at him
“you did you- you did great but we can’t go any further okay? no more” he said as he grabbed your shoulders slowly pushing you away realizing for the second time that you were completely naked
“what? no, we can’t stop now we’ve only just started” There was no way you were gonna stop now you’ve come too far and got too close
He tried his hardest to resist you but he couldn’t help it you were what he wanted what he craved
you moved your body closer to him wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck both your naked bodies finally making contact
“just one little kiss please?”
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could I request headcanons of uvo, chrollo, and phinks with a little sibling figure reader in the troupe and she’s ten years old maybe? :) platonic ofc . tysm and it’s ok if u can’t do this request ! (If three characters is too much just uvogin is ok ^_^)
Of course! I hope you enjoy!
Uvogin, Chrollo, and Phinks with a little sibling figure in the troupe
Warnings: none
Female! Reader
Uvo:
I know Uvo’s a violent man, but I feel like he would be the softest in the world with you, which is unusual because he helped kill an entire clan, including the children
-I mean first of all, he’s very impressed by the fact that your a ten year old and also in the freaking phantom troupe, with enough training you could even defeat him over time!
-He very quickly decides he’s gonna look out for you wether it be in training, missions, or just when your all hanging around waiting for orders
-Speaking of training, he wants to see you reach your full potential as soon as possible, so he spars with you often. He won’t go easy on you, but he won’t seriously injure you either, he’s very aware that your both physically smaller and more mentally immature than he is (at his old ass age) so he’s aware that he has an advantage when it comes to fighting
-You learn a lot from fighting him though, he may make harmless taunts every now and then but he gives very constructive criticism and it does help improve your fighting skills significantly, perks of sparring with one of the strongest troupe members I guess
-He play whatever games you want in during times when there’s nothing to do, especially when your on guard duty with nothing to entertain you. He makes a surprisingly good playmate (he’ll let you play with his hair too)
-He keeps an eye on you during missions, but he’s well aware you can hold your own, you wouldn’t be in the troupe otherwise. That being said, if something gets serious enough (like Kurapika’s case for example) then he won’t hesitate to defend you with his life. There’s not a lot of people he’s willing to die for, but you’re one of them
-I kinda see him like a cool uncle more then a brother, idk why but he just gives off those vibes
Chrollo:
-I think Chrollo’s quite fond of children personally, he’ll still kill them if their in the way of achieving a goal but I don’t think he enjoys it and he also wouldn’t kill a child for no reason like he would an adult
-He’s very impressed by your power level, your a very useful addition to the troupe and he plans on utilizing that as much as possible
-But he does genuinely come to care for you later on though, that’s not surprising considering how the troupes practically family anyways
-He let’s you sit with him during meetings if you want, your also the only troupe member that’s allowed to touch him without explicit permission beforehand
-He doesn’t involve himself too much with you, but he does keep an eye on you more than he does the others, you may be powerful but your still young, it’s not easy living this kinda life at your age
-He’s the one to introduce you to the troupe and he’s also the one to make sure you get acquainted with the troupe without any issue, he can and will threaten any troupe member that is too unkind to you
-Like Uvo, he’s not concerned about you during missions, he’s very well aware of your powers, he’s probably the most familiar with them out of all the troupe members since he had to recruit you
-I honestly can’t see him treating you too differently from the other troupe members, your tough, you have incredible potential, he doesn’t see the need to coddle you like some of the other members might
Phinks:
-He’s skeptical if you at first, why did Chrollo choose you of all people? The troupe is no place for a child as young as you
-After seeing you fight for the first time though he’s immediately like “damn maybe she does belong in here” and now he’s curious as to how you turned out this way in the first place
-Phinks doesn’t approach you right away, he ops to observe you from afar for awhile, but the longer your in the troupe the more you inevitably interact
-For some reason, the two of you are put on missions often, so you grow very attached to him and he’s very confused about it. He has no idea why you cling to him specifically but he gets used to it after some time
-He’s definitely the most protective of you out of the group, he’ll never let you know how much you’ve grown on him but he makes sure nobody bothers you
-Especially on missions, in theory he knows you can hold your own but when your actually fighting and in danger he tries to do the bulk of the fighting no matter how much you protest
-He’s afraid to train with you because he fears he might hurt you, he’s a tough dude who doesn’t hold back when fighting so he’s not sure how well he could hold his strength against you
-He’ll “begrudgingly” (not really tho) play games with you if you ask him nice enough, but he’ll make lighthearted complaints the entire time
-Fears that your gonna die during your time in the troupe, it’s a very dangerous job and your super young compared to most of the guys they fight
-We have a tsundere older brother over here everyone lol
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freesia [flower garden — wooyoung]
inspired by: stranger than friends — webtoon
in which: all wooyoung wants is someone to love him.
pair: college student!wooyoung/gn!reader
word count: 1.6k
content: fluff, childish and immature (but trustworthy) wooyoung, a lot of drunk wooyoung, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of swearing
rating: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!
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"I'm so over this! I hate love!"
"Jung Wooyoung, I swear to God—"
"No, Kang Yeosang, you don't understand! I am tired! I am tired of being alone! I'm tired of seeing the four of you dating and having the time of your lives while me? Wither poor fucking Wooyoung," a very drunk Wooyoung exclaimed at the top of his lungs.
"I think you're going to have a hard time because of, well, this," San pointed out— he thought he was being helpful, but he most certainly was not.
"Shut the fuck up, Choi San," the drunken boy mumbled before taking a giant swig from the shared vodka bottle sitting in the middle of the group.
"Sure, because none of us wanted more vodka," Yunho grimaced.
Wooyoung shot the boy a stink eye before falling to the ground. He was fine— he was just being dramatic and falling to the ground like a damsel in distress. The boys knew this routine of his at this point, and instead of console him like the had done countless times in the past, they just ignored him.
"Seriously, Wooyoung. I didn't find my significant other by acting like this," Mingi said with a gentle sigh. "You gotta change this attitude of yours."
"What attitude?"
"This one! This childish and immature ass of yours!" Yeosang blew up; he was honestly extremely tired of hearing Wooyoung sing the same fucking song over and over again for however long they had been friends.
"What, so I should act like fucking Mr. Prim-and-Proper over here? Or like Mr. Humble-Gentleman over there? I'm not a fucking flower boy," Wooyoung frowned as he pointed to Yunho and San respectively.
"No, you don't have to change who you are, but you could maybe try not acting like a spoiled brat and more like a grown adult," Yunho explained.
"But I'm not a grown adult. I'm a college student. We all are college students. You guys need to act your age."
Then, Wooyoung launched into one of his long rants, making the other four boys officially give up for the night. Talking to a drunk Wooyoung was like talking to an annoying, drunk wall. They just let him burn himself out and continued drinking peacefully amongst each other the second Wooyoung passed out for the night.
The next morning, Wooyoung woke up with the most insane hangover— he had never had a hangover before, so he was honestly shocked and scared.
"I'm gettin' too old for this crud," he started that morning as he plopped himself in the barstool near the kitchen.
"Shut the fuck up. You're a college student," Yunho, who was the first one up that morning, retorted while making his morning coffee. "But you could ease up on the alcohol."
"Gee, you think?"
"Anyway," Yunho side-stepped Wooyoung's heavy sarcasm. "Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Of course I do," Wooyoung said without a hint of sarcasm this time around. "I always remember. I may be drunk, but I'm still mentally there."
"Right. Well, consider it. If you seriously want to be in a relationship, then not acting like a kid may help. People like more mature and serious guys."
"As if you know dating culture so well," Wooyoung scoffed.
"Mmm, considering I've been dating my significant other for five years, I'd say that I know how dating and relationships work by now. More than you for sure."
Wooyoung glared at the tall boy as he smiled smugly at him before heading out of the kitchen to start his day. Checking the time, Wooyoung grumbled to himself as he got himself ready for class. As much as he would love to skip the class he had, it was a lab, and he didn't want to screw over his lab partner. He might've been childish and immature, but you could always trust him to be there at least.
And thankfully for him and his blinding headache, this lab was a darkfield microscopy, which meant that the entire lab was going to be dark. Right before class, he popped a couple of painkillers and stepped into the room to see that they were assigned new lab partners. At first, Wooyoung was resentful because his lab partner was the literal best in dealing with him and his shenanigans, but the second Wooyoung saw who his partner was, he was thanking all the immortal entities in the universe.
He thought it could've been his drunk mind, but you were the most stunning person he had ever met. You were gorgeous with your hair tucked back, and even with the lab goggles on, you had the most beautiful eyes that Wooyoung could spot from miles away. Every single thing you did was so elegant and so graceful, and even though all you were doing was dropping blood onto the slide, it was the most magical thing he had ever seen in his entire life.
What he loved even more was that you would play into his antics. The lab was pretty quiet, so Wooyoung would whisper random jokes here and there to you, and you would respond with the most beautiful chuckle that made his heart swoon over and over and over again. Wooyoung was smitten, obsessed, and dare he say it—
"I'm in love!" Wooyoung cheered at the top of his lungs.
It was boys night again, and this time, Wooyoung was drunk, but he was happy.
"You're weirding me out, lowkey," San watched Wooyoung with wary eyes as he twirled around the dorm.
"San, you don't understand," Wooyoung sighed blissfully. "My lab partner is just... God, my lab partner is perfect. Also! Also, their name!"
He repeated your name, the syllables rolling off his tongue smoothly, your name leaving his lips like a knife cutting through warm butter. And for the rest of the night, that's all he could do. He just kept saying the name of the person he was completely in love with, pissing off his friends in a new way.
Alas, the lab had to end, and Wooyoung feared that you would never speak to him again. You had shared a microscope for a solid two weeks, but neither of you thought to ask to exchange phone numbers. Wooyoung wanted to, don't get him wrong, but every time he thought about doing it, he would chicken out because his heart would be racing at a million miles an hour, and he didn't want you to reject him or for him to have a heart attack just because he was going to ask someone out.
"You just need to ask. It's so simple," Mingi tried helping Wooyoung before he had to go to class.
"Wow, it's as if I didn't consider doing that. Thanks," Wooyoung, using his signature sarcasm, replied.
"Just rip the bandaid off, dude. I don't know what else to tell you. If they reject you, then you just move on. If not, then hooray, your efforts paid off."
"Also, you usually have no shame screaming at the top of your lungs while we're out in public drinking, so why are you finding it so hard to ask someone out?" Yeosang asked.
"Are you saying I should drink then ask them out?"
"No!" both boys chorused at the same time.
"Fucking— Just be yourself, Wooyoung," Yeosang said with a deep sigh. "Just give them a fucking flower and tell them you like them with a dumb joke that you usually make."
"But, I thought you told me I should change? That I should be more mature because people don't like childish, immature guys."
"Don't make me punch you. Get the fuck out, go to class, and for the love of God, just ask."
With Yeosang's words in mind, Wooyoung did exactly that. He was confident and outgoing, so asking you out shouldn't have been as big of a task as he was making it. So, he summoned up all of the courage within him, and he vowed to himself to do it that day.
"Wait! Wait," Wooyoung stopped you after class one day. "I... I want to ask you something."
"What's up?"
"So... Oh my fucking God, I don't know how to say this," Wooyoung muttered to himself, unaware that you could hear him. "Why the fuck is it so hard for me to tell you I like you?"
"I like you too, Wooyoung," you helped him out.
"Oh fuck, you heard that?" Wooyoung covered his mouth, his face turning bright red. "I'm going to jump out the window I'm so embarrassed!"
"Oh my God, Wooyoung! I said I like you too! You don't need to do that!" you couldn't help but laugh when Wooyoung actually turned to look for the nearest window to fling himself out of.
"W-Wait... You like me too?"
"Yeah, I do," you shot him the cutest smile that made him clutch his chest and nearly fall over. "I just didn't want to say anything because... Well, I was unsure because you seem to be like this around everyone, and—"
"No! I'm glad that... That you like me too... And I was wondering..." Wooyoung started mumbling again, his nerves taking over once more despite knowing that his feelings were mutual.
"Here's my phone. Give me your number," you stepped in again, making him wonder if you were reading his mind or if he was talking loud enough under his breath or if you were his freaking soulmate.
Wooyoung's fingers trembled as he typed in his phone number and handed your phone back to you.
"I'll text you," you said, that beautiful smile of yours only getting bigger, your face only getting more sparkly. "Maybe you'll find better words over text."
God, Wooyoung was ready to fall over when you giggled and waved good bye to him, the lovestruck boy motionless in the classroom as he watched the actual love of his life glide out of the room.
"I'm so in love! I love love!"
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Word Count: 4600
Pairings: Fili x reader
Warnings: None
Description: Abandoned by Fili in the Blue Mountains after the quest to Erebor, you accepted the hand of another. But when you arrive in the kingdom under the mountain months later, you find that things were not as you believed.
“Fi, I really don’t know about this.”
You stuck your head out of the doorway to your chambers and looked hesitantly down the hall. It didn’t appear as though anyone were around to hear your conversation, but you could never be too certain. Every wall in Erebor seemed to have ears; gossip traveled around the kingdom like wildfire.
Fili only grinned at you in response.
“Come on, (Y/N). Has age truly made you this precautious? You used to be so much more fun.”
You grimaced at him as you checked both ends of the corridor again for lurking busybodies.
“We were children, Fili. We’re grown now. Besides, how would it look for a betrothed woman to be sneaking off with a dwarf who is not her intended?”
It was Fili’s turn to grimace at the mention of your fiance. He had made it known on more than one occasion that he was not overly fond of your soon to be husband, in spite of the fact that the same man was a distant cousin of his. The engagement was the only reason you were even in Erebor to begin with.
“It used to be your favorite thing to do, you know. Back in the Blue Mountains.” He continued, doing his best to urge you out of the front door.
You smiled wistfully as you thought of your home. Sure, Erebor was the ancestral home of your people. But the Blue Mountains had been where you were born and raised. Although you were sure you would grow to love Erebor in time, there was something about it that felt cold and unwelcoming. It had only been six months since the kingdom had been reclaimed, and construction was still heavily underway to rebuild the mountain. You had tried to give it the benefit of patience; surely it would all come together and feel as glorious as you’d always been told it was. But right now it was all piles of stone, closed corridors, and strict rules – which had led to the conversation you were having with Fili.
“Fili, your uncle will wring our necks if he catches us sneaking out. Curfew-”
“It’s a stupid rule.” Fili interrupted. “There’s not been a single disturbance since the battle for the mountain. Thorin worries too much.”
You sighed, feeling defeat was imminent as you looked up into Fili’s shining eyes. You’d never successfully said no to him a day in your life. You had grown up alongside Kili and FIli in the mountains. Their mother Dis and your mother had become close friends after the dwarves had settled into their new homeland. Both had lost their husbands in the battle for Moria, and they’d been a support system for each other as they raised their young children. Dis and Thorin were like a second set of parents to you, and your mother was the same for Kili and Fili. Growing up the pair of them had always gotten you into loads of trouble, whether it be playing pranks on their uncle or sneaking off for adventures in the forest. It hadn’t changed as you got older, and well into your adolescent and young adult years the three of you had continued to be an inseparable, and insufferable, trio.
“How would we even get out?” You asked quietly.
Fili grinned as he realized he’d finally worn you down and extended his hand out for you to take.
“You think I’ve been in this mountain for six months now and haven’t figured out all the secret passageways? Honestly, (Y/N). Do you know me at all?” He teased.
You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as he tugged on your hand and pulled you from your chambers and into the stone corridor. You tiptoed silently behind him as he led you down and around several narrow passageways, occasionally pulling you to duck behind pillars as members of the royal nightwatch patrolled the empty halls. Fili seemed to know the schedule and route they took, so avoiding watchful eyes was easy for the most part.
You felt a flutter in your stomach as Fili gently squeezed your intertwined hands. The older you had gotten, the closer you two in particular had grown. There was a special bond the two of you had, something that even your mother and Dis seemed to pick up on. In your adulthood a flirtation had begun to grow between you. You’d certainly begun to look at him much differently as he grew into himself, and from the way you noticed him watching you it seemed he felt the same. The budding feelings were also noticed by both of your mothers, and on more than one occasion both Dis and your own mother had grilled you about your relationship with Fili. They seemed to be certain that you and Fili were each other’s Ones, and that at some point he would formally ask their permission to court you.
It never happened, however. You’d never forget the chilly, spring morning when Fili had come to you and let you know that he and Kili were leaving to meet Thorin. They were going on a quest, he’d said. A dangerous journey to reclaim Erebor and bring their people home. You knew it was likely they might never return, and when he’d told you of his plans to leave you’d fully expected him to confess his feelings for you before he went, or at least make a promise to court you properly when he returned. He had not. He’d left the next morning, without so much as a hug goodbye.
It hurt, deeply. A part of you grew resentful, hateful even. You’d cursed Fili for leaving the way he had, and sworn on your own life that if he did return you’d never speak to him again. Dis had insisted it was not the way it seemed. She’d assured you that Fili spoke so fondly of you, and the evening before he left he’d fretted himself sick over how to say goodbye to you. She’d seemed surprised that he left without a word, but she assured you it was not out of any ill will or malice.
“You mean so much to him, nâtha.” She’d said, hugging you as you wept bitter tears into her shoulder. “He knows he might not return and the thought of telling you goodbye for what could be the last time tore him to pieces.”
Your feelings of malice and anger had slowly dissipated the longer Fili was gone. You’d grown wistful, longing for the day he’d come back into the village and come knocking on your mother’s door. You dreamed of the time he would stroll into the room, take you into his arms, and declare his love for you.
“This way.”
Fili’s voice cut through your thoughts and brought you back to reality. He released your hand and placed his on your lower back instead, guiding you through a narrow doorway that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. It was carved seamlessly into the stone, invisible to the naked eye as most dwarf doors were.
“How-” You started.
He winked as he pulled the door shut silently behind him.
“I have my ways.”
After a few moments of walking through near darkness you began to smell the scent of pine mingled with fresh, rain-tinged air. The tiny stone corridor led directly out into the forest. Pine trees stood tall around you, and you could hear the faint sound of a running brook. Moonlight spread over the small clearing, illuminating the ground in a pale light.
“Wow.” You breathed. You inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with the scent of the fresh air. It had been weeks since you’d stepped outside, thanks to Thorin’s tight curfew for those who resided in Erebor. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed the moonlight until you saw it for the first time in so long.
You looked over at Fili. The light of the full moon washed over him, illuminating his golden hair in an almost silvery glow. He was too busy also admiring the moon to see you admiring him. You felt a pang of guilt and regret course through you, and you couldn’t help but wish that it was he you were engaged to.
After word had been sent back to the Blue Mountains that Erebor had been reclaimed, and that all thirteen members of Thorin’s company survived, you’d expected to hear from Fili. For weeks you’d waited for a letter, for some communication from him that he wanted to see you. It never came. You’d grown discouraged, and after months of silence you’d finally put Fili out of your mind. When an acquaintance of your family had reached out to your mother and proposed a match between their son, Barin, and you, you had accepted without a second thought. Despite your mother’s reluctance to wed you to a man you’d never met, you had assured her that you wanted to go. You had written back immediately, accepting the proposal, and within weeks you’d traveled to Erebor to meet your intended. The wedding plans had begun right away, and the date was set for a mere two months to the day you’d arrived.
Within hours of you arriving in the mountain, Fili had found out. He’d sought you out immediately, and in spite of the year since you’d seen each other he seemed thrilled to finally be around you again. He never brought up why he hadn’t said goodbye to you, or why he hadn’t written since they’d retaken the mountain. You tried to put it out of your mind as you rekindled your friendship. However you couldn’t deny that the questions had been gnawing at you ever since you’d arrived. Why hadn’t he come to see you before he left for the Shire? Why hadn’t he written to you once the mountain was won? Had you imagined everything forming between the two of you back home, before he’d left?
“(Y/N)?”
Fili’s voice cut through your reverie once again. You turned to look at him. He was staring down at you, his eyes searching your face for some hint as to what was occupying your thoughts. His look was so gentle, almost wistful. You thought your knees might buckle underneath you if you stared back at him for too long.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, his voice soft. You felt yourself locked into his gaze, and it took every ounce of willpower you had not to stretch up onto your toes and kiss him right there.
“A lot of things.” You said quietly. You desperately wanted to bring it up, to ask him all of the questions burning in your mind.
“Such as?” He prompted. You felt his hand touch your elbow as he tugged at your sleeve, indicating he wanted you to sit underneath one of the towering pines with him. You obliged and sat down, legs crossed in the same unladylike fashion your mother had often scolded you for as a child. He sat beside you in the same position, close enough that your kneecaps brushed against each others.
You debated for several moments as he watched you, anticipating what you were going to say.
“The wedding.” You lied finally, deciding not to bring up the questions you so desperately wanted to ask.
Fili’s face fell, and he quickly turned from looking at you to looking up at the moon through the trees.
“Ah.” He said, keeping his attention focused elsewhere as he spoke. “What of it?” His tone was flat, disinterested. You knew it was probably the last thing he wanted to discuss.
“Don’t sound so excited.” You muttered. You kept your own gaze focused on the exposed ground beneath your criss-crossed legs. You felt the familiar feelings of bitterness growing in your chest as you toyed with a few fallen twigs on the ground. It was his fault, anyway. The only reason you’d accepted a match with a man you barely knew was because he’d abandoned you in the Blue Mountains and not returned. Had he only come to see you before he left, or reached out after the battle, things would be very different.
“No, I’m thrilled for you.” He said, though you could detect the falseness in his voice. “Barin is from a good family, I’m sure he’ll make a fine husband.” You were sure the words were eating him alive as he spoke them. Fili hadn’t said one kind thing about him since he’d first learned of your engagement.
You sat in silence for several agonizing moments, neither of you looking at each other.
“Do you love him?” He asked finally.
You felt your breath catch in your throat. Love. There was only one man you had ever loved, could ever see yourself loving. He was sitting beside you. No, you did not love your intended. But the one you truly loved had rejected you, abandoned you.
“Love will come.” You said quietly, keeping your attention focused on the ground as you spoke.
Several more moments of silence passed before Fili spoke again.
“And what if it does not?”
You shrugged, declining to answer aloud. You hadn’t stopped to think for yourself what you would do if you could not find love for your betrothed. Dis and your mother had both voiced the same concerns. You’d been telling yourself that it would be alright for weeks, and you couldn’t stop to think now of what would happen if you were wrong.
The two of you sat in silence for several long minutes before Fili began to speak again. He changed the subject, to your relief, and began to tell you stories of the company’s journey to Erebor. He’d already told you so much just in the few short weeks you’d been reunited, and you were surprised to find he still had many tales to tell. You sat for hours under the trees together, enthralled by the sound of his voice. The way his speech quickened as he got to the exciting parts. The giggles that spilled out between words as he told you of the humorous things that had happened. Even the deepening timbre of his voice as he told you of the darker parts, the moments when he truly did not know if they would make it out alive.
You’d lost track of the time as he spoke, and before you realized what was happening you found your eyelids drooping. Fili took notice and quickly stood, extending his hand to help you to your feet.
“Come on, gaihith. Let’s get you back.”
If you did not know it wasn't physically possible, you would have sworn you could feel your heart breaking within your chest. Fili’s nickname for you, the one he’d used so many times before. It had been nearly 18 months since you’d last heard him call you by that name. Hearing it now, given the circumstance you found yourself in, felt nearly unbearable. Once you were wed to Barin you were certain you’d never hear it again.
You followed Fili closely as the two of you wound your way back through the hidden passageways, back through the empty corridors and into the wing where your chamber was. As you stopped in your doorway and turned around to say goodnight, you were surprised to find Fili standing inches away from you. He stood so close the tip of his nose almost touched yours. You backed into the threshold and felt your back hit the door.
“Fili, what are you-”
Without a word he closed the space between you, bringing his lips down to feverishly touch yours. It was a moment you’d longed for, had dreamed of. His lips felt soft and warm against your own. The familiar scent of him, the sweetness of the pipe tobacco on his breath mingled with the earthy scent of the cologne he wore. Unthinking you felt yourself lean into the kiss, your hands grasping at the leather of his tunic. You’d not yet kissed Barin, but you were certain it could never compare to the sparks that flew through you at Fili’s touch.
Barin. Your fiance.
You broke the kiss instantly, pushing yourself backward and into the hard wood surface of the door.
“Fili!” You whispered harshly as you shoved him away. “What in Mahal’s name are you doing?” You looked quickly from one end of the hall to the other, relieved that no one was awake at this hour to see what he had done.
“(Y/N)-” He stepped closer, coming back to tower over you in the doorframe once again. “I-”
You put your hand against his chest to stop him.
“No, Fili.” You said firmly. “No. Do you have any idea what would happen if someone were to see what you’ve just done? My engagement would be over. How dare you.” You felt a surge of anger rising in your chest. After all he’d put you through, after you’d finally tried to move on and put him out of your mind… Now he had the nerve to kiss you publicly, in full view of anyone that might come strolling down the corridor. To think of the scandal.
“You need to leave, Fili.” You said harshly, shoving against his chest and pushing him out of your doorway. “Now.”
“(Y/N) wait-”
“Go.” You shouted, no longer caring if anyone were around to hear. You fumbled for the doorknob behind you, pushing it open and disappearing into your chamber, not looking back.
**
“Oh, (Y/N) this dress is beautiful.” Dis cooed.
You stood between her and your mother as they circled you, making adjustments to the intricate white gown you wore. You gave her a halfhearted smile as she paused to pin a small section back that would need altering.
“It is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Your mother said in agreement. “I think one more round of alterations should do it. How does it feel?”
“It feels fine, amad.” You lied. You ran your hands over the front of the dress, feeling each delicately woven bead. It truly was a beautiful gown, one you should be thrilled to wear. Perhaps if it were someone else you were marrying, you would be.
“Is everything alright, dear?” Dis asked. She paused her circling as she came to stand in front of you. “You’ve been unusually quiet today.”
No, everything was not alright. In spite of your best efforts to put it from your mind, you couldn’t stop thinking of the kiss. That kiss. Your head spun just thinking about it. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d reacted too harshly. Fili had kissed you, after all. And maybe that meant…
No. You couldn’t think of that now. It was too late. You couldn’t throw away a sure thing for a chance. Without even realizing it you visibly shook your head, willing the thoughts away.
“(Y/N), what is the matter? You’re hiding something.” Your mother said. She stopped before you as well, hands planted on her hips.
You felt your mouth open and close, debating whether or not you should tell them the truth. Both Dis and your mother wore the same worried expression, standing in the same stance with their hands on their waists.
“I-” You started to explain, to spill everything, as a knock at your chamber door interrupted you.
“I’ll get that.” Dis said, giving you a ‘this isn’t over yet’ look as she darted away.
As she departed your mother stepped closer to you, bringing herself close enough to whisper in your ear.
“Are you having second thoughts, darling? If you are, you know it is not too late.” She urged.
Before you had the chance to explain a familiar voice rang out from the foyer.
“Please, amad. I just need a few minutes.”
It was Fili.
You felt your breath catch in your throat as Dis reappeared. She gestured for your mother to join her. Your mother gave you a questioning look as she also recognized the voice of your childhood friend. She nodded reluctantly as she crossed the room to join Dis. As soon as they’d disappeared, Fili rounded the corner. He stopped short as he saw you standing in the center of the room, outfitted in your wedding gown.
“Mahal.” He breathed. “You look beautiful.”
“What do you want, Fi?” You asked flatly, ignoring his compliment. Although you were seconds from admitting to your mother all that had transpired the evening before, you were still cross with his behavior. To kiss you out of nowhere, after all he’d done. The impudence of that dwarf.
“Why are you marrying him?” He blurted.
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks. Anger surged through you at his forwardness.
“What kind of question is that?” You snapped.
“Don’t answer my question with another question. I deserve to know.”
“You deserve to know??” You lifted the dress up around your knees and stomped across the room to where he stood, coming to rest a mere foot away from him. “You don’t deserve anything from me, Fili.”
“What does that mean?” He asked, his voice softening. His eyebrows were knitted together, confusion splayed across his features.
“You know damn well what that means.”
“I don’t.” He said simply, and from the surprised tone of his voice you somewhat believed him. Could he really not understand just how deeply he’d hurt you?
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?!” Finally, the questions you’d been holding onto for nearly a year began to spill out. Once the floodgates were opened, you found it impossible to stop the words from tumbling from your lips. “Why didn’t you write to me?! I waited FIli. For months after I heard you were alive. You sent for your mother. You sent for your things. But you didn’t send for me.” As the words you’d been holding back began to flow, the tears did as well. Your voice cracked, your throat thick with the emotion you’d suppressed these long, agonizing months.
“(Y/N)-”
“You didn’t even say goodbye.” You continued, willfully pushing through the tears that fell freely. “You ran off to be a hero. I might have lost you and you didn’t even come to see me.” Your tears broke into a loud sob as you choked out the last few words. You clamped your hand over your mouth, trying to hold back the emotions that had finally been set free.
Fili said nothing. He stood, staring at you with an expression you could not read. His arms were stiffly at his sides, as though he did not know what to do. You felt your anger return as you watched him, emotionlessly watching as you broke down over him. A bitter laugh slipped from your throat as you shook your head at your own ignorance.
“I was a fool to think you ever loved me.” You muttered, turning away.
“Loved you?” He said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
You did not turn back as you continued moving across the room.
“Forget I said anything. Just go, Fili. Please.”
“You think I loved you?” He asked again, his voice growing louder. You could hear him begin to walk, following you across the room.
“Fili-”
“(Y/N) I love you. Here, now. I never stopped.”
You stopped in your tracks. Had you heard him correctly? Did he just…
You turned slowly back to face him. He was staring at you softly, and he looked as though tears were threatening to spill over in his own eyes.
“Then why did you leave me the way you did?” Your voice came out in a whisper, muffled both by the tears and the shock of hearing FIli’s words.
“Oh, ghivashel.” He stepped hesitantly closer, and when you did not move away he took your hands gently in his own. “If I had come to see you before I left that morning I do not think I would have gone. I don’t think I’d have had the strength to say goodbye and know I might never see you again. Kili needed me, I had to be strong for him. I had to go.”
“Why didn’t you write to me after? Why didn’t you ask me to come join you?” A million new questions had sprang into your mind. Could it have all been a misunderstanding? Had he not truly abandoned you? Did he…?
“I did. You did not come, I thought you didn’t feel the same for me.”
You shook your head.
“I didn’t get a letter.”
He scowled down at your intertwined hands, shaking his head.
“Damn ravens. Untrustworthy things.” He looked from your hands back to you, and the softness of his earlier expression had returned. “(Y/N), the first thing I thought of when we retook the mountain was you. We spoke of the rebuild, of the future… All I could think about was bringing you to me as soon as possible. I couldn’t possibly imagine building a future if you were not in it. I love you, (Y/N).”
You opened and closed your mouth, unable to find the words to speak. He wanted you. He had sent for you. He loved you.
“It broke my heart when I heard you were engaged to another.” He continued. You felt him tenderly squeeze your hands as he spoke. “It’s taken everything in my power not to tell you how I felt. To beg you to marry me and not him. But I assumed you were happy. It wasn’t until last night that I realized I might have a chance. I’m sorry if I blindsided you in the hallway, it probably wasn’t the best way to show you how I felt.”
You shook your head, still in a daze over the words he spoke. He’d intended to marry you.
“Fili, I love you too. I always have.” You said quietly, finally finding your voice. You felt as though you were in a daze, in a dream that you might wake up from at any moment. You knew there would have to be a conversation with Barin at some point, but for the moment you didn’t care.
“So… now what?” You asked uncertainly.
A nervous smile crossed Fili’s face as he fumbled around in the pocket of his tunic. After a few moments of digging he removed a small, golden bead. You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest as you recognized the courting bead his father had given his mother, the one you’d seen many times as a child in Dis’ jewelry box.
“I’ve known you for 80 years, gaihith. We don’t need to overcomplicate it.” As he spoke he knelt down before you, still holding one of your hands tightly in his as he held out the delicate golden bead in the other. “Will you be my wife, (Y/N)? I cannot imagine spending another day under this mountain without you by my side.”
You felt the tears begin to flow again, only this time they were tears of joy instead of sorrow. You nodded wordlessly as Fili got back to his feet. Without hesitation he cupped your face in his hands and brought his lips down to meet yours, gentler this time than he had the night before. For the first time in nearly two years, you felt as though you were home.
Gaihith – little dove
Amad - mother
Ghivashel - my treasure
Nâtha - daughter
#fili durin#fili x reader#fili#fíli#fíli x reader#fíli durin#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit one shot#the hobbit imagine#fili imagine#the hobbit
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Prompt idea: inmortal teen looking Danny, jumping across different dimensions he lands in DC. He quickly become annoyed because the native heroes won't stop trying to adopt him.
Oh and it take some years to Danny to jump to another dimension
*Cracks knuckles*
Alright so this is extremely, very, late. But it shall be DONE!
So, let us start with some BACKGROUND.
Danny is an immortal teen, yes? So then, Danny has outlived every mortal he knows, as in Jack, Maddie, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, everyone.
So when the last person he loved and cared for died (your pick as to whom), he went into the ghost zone to explore to hopefully forget all the pain. He explored the zone, stopping by some of the ghosts he knows before finding a portal, to which he just says fuck it and dives in.
At first he didn't know where he was, but with some digging he came to the conclusion that it's a different dimension and is like neat. So he explores a lil, meets some people, drinks and eats some food.
Y'know, the usual tourist stuff.
So after a few years he had his fill of this new dimension, seeing everything there is to see and all. So he left, finding a conveniently open portal and then goes on to the next.
And the next.
And the next.
Until one portal, like any other. He pops into a new dimension and expects it to be like all the others, he already had things going on his mind about what it would be.
Perhaps old timey? Maybe Prehistoric even? Oooo, maybe it would be futuristic, those are always fun.
Except it was none of that, in this dimension people have powers and superheroes are actually real.
He was a bit surprised, but easily accepted it.
So there he was, just minding his own business outside of earth's atmosphere, eyeing up the planet to think about where he would visit first, he picked up a lot of languages in his travel, so he doesn't think he'll have a problem where he choses.
So he picks a certain spot to land, some city by the name of Metropolis, only to be met with two people.
A man with a red cape in blue and red spandex, and standing near him is a bat furry in black spandex.
Weird choice but alright, he doesn't judge.
It was when the former turned around- Superman if he remembered correctly, that he felt like he was punched in the gut.
He looked so much like him, so, so much that he thought he was standing- well, more so floating, right there in front of him.
"Dad?"
Danny noticed his mistake after he let it slip, there were some slight differences that his father didn't have, and well, his father is dead and all.
So what did he do to save himself from the embarrassment of mistaking some guy for his dead dad?
He's an adult- practically older than a lot of people actually, even if he looks like a kid. He is mature and will solve this and act accordingly.
He turned invisible and peaced out.
He's sure nothing won't come out of that frankly.
It was just a teeny, tiny slip up.
Something did come out of it, much to Danny's chagrin.
Now he's being followed by these superheroes everywhere for whatever reason and they won't leave him alone when he just wants to sight see.
In a dark and grim city because he was avoiding Metropolis?
Followed by some ninja furries in spandex. (Also what the fuck, why the hell are they so damn sneaky for he almost forgot they were following him-)
He went to New York.
Got found by this random lady who also wouldn't leave him alone.
He escaped to Central City and had a conversation with this guy in red spandex with a lightning bolt of his chest.
Honestly he had a pretty nice time but what is it with Superheroes and spandex?
He wanted to leave, but the portal isn't gonna open again for some undetermined amount of time.
...The universe really likes to fuck him over, don't it?
#dp x dc#Hey so uh#Sorry if this wasn't up to what you wanted#Haven't been in this fandom for a WHILE#But I hope this is good enough?#Or at least somewhat close to what ya wanted#dp x dc crossover
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A lot of rumours have been circulating around the spoilers dropped about Colin and his sexual life. My main thought on this is: intimacy.
Of course, I have to start by saying that if it’s true, I don’t like it, I don’t agree with it, and I feel uncomfortable seeing it. But hey! The man is single and a grown adult, so he does what he wants.
However, I do think that if we want to see half of the things in the book, including some kinky talk and female sexual pleasure on Pen’s part (help, I’ve been in naughty jail for quite some time now) it is crucial for Colin to know a minimum about what he’s doing. That only happens if he’s had time to discover his own sexuality (although it does take away from the sweetness of them discovering themselves with each other).
Yet, that sweetness might still be here and this is where intimacy comes in. If it’s true and Colin is well and truly in his slutty era, I actually don’t think it’s so ooc of him. We’re talking here about a man who, after his first trip abroad, brought home drugs to get high on.
You know what that is? A sort of escapism.
I see his thrysts in brothels as another sort of escapism. Especially if he’s having threesomes.
No strings attached, no single person to focus on = no intimacy.
We know this man is seeking escape. We’ve also been told he has some demons of his own he needs to wrestle with this season. I think one of those demons might be an intimacy issue.
I mean we’re talking about a man who believed he was so in love in season one he was ready to marry immediately. Only to later find out that his trust had been abused (I’m not commenting on what Marina chose to do, I’m just saying that he most likely felt extremely betrayed). And even if he says that he’s moved on in season 2, which his sexual experiences in season 3 will attest to, that boy is probably quite scarred on a mental level and is probably still escaping all sorts of real attachment. I mean even the swagger shows it. He knows he’s handsome and he’s having fun with it, but he is probably nowhere close to being ready to commit when the season starts.
And in comes our beloved Pen and she’s taking none of his shit. Worse, she will see right through him and eventually confront him about his need to escape, which will lead to a passionate carriage make out scene (mind still in the gutter, I do apologise, honestly send help). And for Colin, who possesses all that swagger, is visiting brothels and having threesomes, for his knees to buckle and to have trouble breathing because Pen gives him a compliment about his eyes in the context of a suitor lesson? It’s absolutely hilarious.
That man will always melt into a puddle when he’s with her because it is her. It is Pen, his Pen, a part of the family and someone who brings out the vulnerability in him he is so desperate to hide away.
I think, just as much as she needs to grow in confidence, he needs to grow in his trust in a relationship and to stop running and seeking escape. And I think they will help each other grow in that way. They will discover themselves with each other because there will be that intimacy and that vulnerability that these two do not have with any one else.
Of course that is also what might make the reveal of Lady Whistledown even worse for Colin. Because she is in part responsible for the pain and the betrayal he’s experienced. She did try to warn him and he did not listen so she felt like she had no other choice. But it was badly handled and he says that too. So we might get a duality where Colin finds that intimacy and that trust in Penelope and only her, but he also cannot just ignore how she’s responsible for his demons. And they will have to learn to grow around each other’s best and worst parts and decide whether they are what they want or not.
Anyway all this rambling to say that the sex scenes (if we do get them, I’m still not totally convinced) are probably a way to explore Colin’s demons but mean nothing. And I think (hope) we’ll be able to see the stark contrast in his attitude when he’s with Pen. Because after all, this is Pen, and this is love, and this is nothing like he’s ever felt before.
#bridgerton#polin#bridgerton season 3#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#I apologise for my rambling#but honestly if this is the story they choose to tell it might get a bit dark#but it will also be such a beautiful love story#of two people who know each other better than anyone and despite all the demons and the doubts and the struggles still decide#to choose each other#because#there is no one else
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"Mn! You need to get down here now! Your future suitor is here!" You hear your mother call out and groan. Looking to your right, the person you would prefer to marry wasn't there. 'where the hell did he go?' With a pout and another groan, you slide out of bed. "Master Mn, your parents request your presence." "Yes, Arnold, I heard mothers voice." The butler walked back out and you got dressed in clothes that weren't your just your boxers.
"Yes, Mother?" You ask as you walk into the lounge. You're a bit lazy and also still a bit groggy as you just carry your jacket with you and have yet to button your dress shirt. "Mn! You could've put your shirt together at least." She scolded you and you remembered you had company, preoccupied in wondering where your lover was.
"Oh, my dearest apologies." You secretly rolled your eyes and didn't move to fix the shirt as you slid your shoes on properly. You honestly don't care anymore, you make a bad impression, oh well, you make a bad impression, you didn't want any of these woman your parents tried to pair you with.
"So is it just these adults or do I have a future wife here as well?" You ask, receiving a scoff from your mother, seemingly over your casual attitude as the other woman clears her throat politely and speaks up. "N-no, my son is on his way. He needed to use the restroom." You nod, not really paying attention as you finally button your shirt, albeit slowly, and put your coat on.
"Alright, I don't have all day so can't the gold digging skan- wait, did you say son?" You immediately interrupt yourself when it finally processed that she said ‘son’ but also because of the look your father gave you with the name you almost gave to the seemingly female suitor. You aren't wrong though, none of the other princesses really wanted you, they just wanted to be future queen and have all the money possible even though they themselves are literally princesses of their own kingdoms and have their own wealth. You don't care about them either, you would much rather have a prince than a princess anyway.
"Yes. I don't have an eligible daughter, them being too young still, and my son is actually a few months younger than you. Also, from what I hear from your mother, you don't particularly find appeal from the female suitors." The woman says and you turn towards her. "May I ask what your family name is, ma’am?" "Hwang, darling." You inhale sharply and your eyes widen.
"I'm sorry for taking so long mother, Queen Ln." You turn towards the voice and sighed. This is where he went, snuck out your window and going home only to come back here with his parents. "Hyunjin..." You smile and he finally looked up from fixing his coat. "Mn?”
“Y-you're a Ln? This is your palace?" He stuttered, you've only brought him in from the staff quarters, he didn't know what your palace actually looked like. "You're a Hwang..."
"You two...know each other already? Well that won't be a problem." Your mother cheered. "Now all we have to do is plan a wedding and it won't be awkward for you two, it will be quite alright if you two aren't in love. Oh, Mn, the wedding will be perfect." You look over at your mother and smile. "About that...I must tell you and father something." "What is it, dear?"
You walk over to the younger and give him a hug from behind. "We are…very good friends, Mother. We met at our last gala, Which is where I also met seven other princes." "Aw, that's sweet." The mothers coo but your father stares at you and Hyunjin. "Son, first, are these other princes the reason you ran from the gala shortly after meeting them? And Second, our last gala was five weeks ago, how are you so close to this boy?"
"I didn't think you saw us and I guess we…had a pull towards each other? Just bonded instantly." Your father turns to your mother and you lean down a bit to the others ear while still staring at your fathers back. "Bonded so well I took you to my room." You smirked as he elbowed your stomach and you pulled away from his ear slightly.
"You love me, Hyun." "Unfortunately." He mutters and you giggle. "Well, after today I believe, we get to do what I was planning to do three years from now if i never got an arranged marriage."
"Dad, can I have the box I know you always have on you during meet the suitor?" You ask and he has a look of shock. "Really? But you barely know him, you met him five weeks ago." "Trust me, father." He sighs and reaches into his pocket and pulls out the box he always has on him and puts it in your hand.
"Dear, I think our son is about to do something crazy." He said to his love and she turned her head toward the younger boys.
"Mn, what are you doing?" Hyunjin questioned as you walked back over to him. "Doing something way earlier than I planned but I'm not upset about it." You smile. In reality you didn't have anything planned so you opened the box and instead of a diamond, it was a silver band. You look at it confused before looking over to your father who just smirks and wraps an arm around your mother.
You turn back to Hyunjin and smile. "Jinnie, will you be my prince?" "O-of course." He laughs and you take the band out and put it on his hand, soon after being hugged closely. You pull away slightly and look back to your dad.
"How did you know I would need a band instead of a ring?" "You forget that the palace doors aren't like the walls and we’re not that far from your room." "You knew?? No, you heard??" You exclaim and walk over to him as he laughed at your reaction. "Of course, son. You're talking to the man who also tends to wake up in the night just to sneak some more of your mother's desert." "You stole the last slice, how dare you!" The woman gasped and slapped her husband’s arm. "Hey, who ate what cake isn't important, our son just proposed, darling." "Oh yeah," You say and make your way back to Hyunjin, pulling him into a hug, wrapping your arms around him and lifting him slightly. "Engaged for a few minutes and he already forgot about him." Hyunjin’s mother laughs.
You pull back and give him a passionate kiss, he all but melts in your arms as you hear footsteps over by the couch. "Look at that, Hwang, your son is just like you..." Hyunjin's father looked away from the new couple -- your arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s waist and his hands resting on the sides of your neck -- to look at your father. "What do you mean?" The oldest Ln smiles and moves to walk away from the area, talking over his shoulder.
"Submissive." He says casually as the wives gasp with smiles and shocked chuckles. "W-wait, y-you can't just walk away like that." You pull away from Hyunjin, hugging him around his shoulders and smiled at your mother.
"Well, that just happened." She laughed.
The mother's took to the couch and talked about the future wedding and the two boys just stood there and talked to themselves when the doors opened.
"Who is that?" "Hey! Just heard magically that there's a new couple brewing and totally didn't make one of your guards eavesdrop for us because we just wanted to come hang out!" You pull away from Hyunjin when you see Chan walk into the room with the others.
"Chan, you don't need to use my guard to eavesdrop in my palace." You laugh and he squeezed you into a hug as the other boys congratulated the two of you. "N/n, who are they?" You turn to your mother and throw you arms over Chan and Minho's shoulders. "Mother, these are the others that I met at the Gala. We run our own little kingdom, we even named ourselves 'Stray Kids'." You tell her. "Whoever got married first was going to be our rulers, your highness." Felix told her with a smile.
“Really?” “Yeah.” “Well…” The queen looks over to Hyunjin’s mother before looking back to you. “Do you have an idea where you'd want your kingdom?” “What? W-We just meant it as, y’know, a fun silly dream. How could nine princes actually make a kingdom?” “What if we gave you one?” “Mom…You can't be serious.” “Well, you are going to be king after your father. It's obvious you get this one but you’ll get to make it your own. Ln Kingdom can become Stray Kids if you’d like.” “You're letting me change what's been tradition for generations?” “Change isn’t all that bad.” Your mother smiled, lifting her arms to give you a hug. “Besides,” She starts as she pulls away. “Times are changing anyway. Let's just get ahead of the times.”
For, I believe, @belladonna6-6-6 :3 Hope this is okay. I think it's really cute :3
#stray kids x male reader#stray kids#hyunjin#hyunjin x male reader#stray kids fantasy au#prince hyunjin
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SEVEN ROYALTIES
“once upon a time a prince mistakenly fell in love with the wrong princess” — kim sunoo
kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none (at least not that im aware of! please update me if you find anything!!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD !!
WORD-COUNT ; 5.2k+
NOTE. besties its been A REAL WHILE!! i’ve been trying to balance my life but i fail miserably honestly. i wrote all of this on one of my free days instead of studying for math!!😭 you better like it or i’ll cry. please leave feedbacks!! i love reading them!! hope you have a good day / afternoon / evening / night!! mentions of jungwon’s story are here too!!<3
“y/n did you forget you have manners class today? get up!” your mother was the one to wake you up after your maids failed attempts, she pulled your blanket away and you groaned.
manners classes always annoyed you. probably because it had something to do with ‘how to act in front of your future husband’ rules and manners.
“do i have to go?” you whined. your mother raised her eyebrow, “did you really just ask me that question?”
you rolled your eyes and got up, “i’m up, you can go now”
she left your room without saying anything else. you sighed loudly and sat on your bed.
“good morning your highness, let’s get you ready” one of your maids smiled softly at you.
“give me only five more minutes” you begged and she shook her head, “your mother will get furious if you’ll be late”
you closed your eyes in defeat, you know she’s right. sometimes you wish your mother wouldn’t be so strict about everything in your life.
after getting ready you rushed to eat dinner with your parents, who were already waiting for you.
“mother, father” you greeted them, without even a good morning.
your relationship with your parents is quite weird. if you’d be asked to address it you would’ve said its a co-workers relationship. you barely talk about your problems with them, nor they ask about your well-being. all they care about is royalty, royalty and royalty.
“have you heard? hybe’s kingdom will have a ball for their youngest’s birthday” your father spoke.
“oh yes! i saw the invitation” your mother answered, “it’s a no-adults party except for his older brothers, y/n you’re invited there”
you glanced at your mother who was busy cutting her bread, “hm?”
“hybe kingdom invited all younger royals to celebrate the youngest son’s birthday, you’re definitely going!!” your mother smiled.
“you’ll be able to meet your future husband there! we didn’t want you two to meet up yet but who knows, maybe it’ll be a start of something” your father added.
“we’ll tell you into more details later, now go to your class! your teacher is waiting” your mother ordered and you did as she said.
you’ve had manners classes as soon as you turned into a beautiful young lady, according to your mom, you should’ve taken them earlier—so you’d be more prepared and will have some manners in front of her friends.
when you turned fifteen, your family already informed you they decided on your future husband, and you had no option to resist, they forced this marriage on you and didn’t even give you the chance to say no.
you’ve never heard of the man, you don’t know anything about him. the only thing you do know is that you’re going to get married to him as soon as you turn 21 which means, your clock is ticking and you’re slowly going out of options.
ever since you can remember yourself, you wanted your own fairytale love story, a one love story that will make anyone envy you, a one true love story you can use when you want to tell your future kids a night story, a one true love story where you’d be the one to pick the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with.
your parents however, thought it was a good joke, and always used to laugh at it.
“true love story? there’s no such a thing” your mother always says.
“we got married for the benefit of our kingdoms, and we fell in love through the marriage, you’ll get to experience it too” your father adds.
“marrying someone you don’t know isn’t that bad! you’ll get to know each other after the wedding” your parents both love to laugh about it whenever they could.
your manners class should’ve been called ‘how to be a good wife’ class in your opinion, you learn nothing other than how to behave around your future husband and how to take care of him. stupid primitive royalties.
“good morning y/n, let’s get to class quickly” your teacher who had been waiting for you in your usually room greeted you and you greeted her back.
“what do you do if your husband tells you that he’s tired from duties and he’s hungry but the maids are already asleep?” you teacher asked.
you sighed before answering, “i get up and massage him, then go to the kitchen and make him something the eat”
your teacher clapped her hands in excitement, “that’s all for today, good job!”
this life is tiring.
when you look at your other friends who you’ve met in ball events, they seem to enjoy their single life. none of them was promised to marry someone they don’t like, so where did you go wrong?
feeling too tired from class, you decided to go and take a short nap, it wouldn’t hurt to go back to sleep right? it’s not like you have something important to do anyway.
before going to nap you laid down on your bed and stared at the ceiling.
“will i ever get to meet the person i would choose to marry?” you asked yourself before you drafted to sleep.
“sunoo!! focus!” while you were sleeping loudly, the fifth prince of hybe kingdom was busy taking manners class.
“i was just now at (your kingdom’s name) kingdom, how come it’s easier to teach ladies than gentlemen?” his teacher complained.
his teacher is your teacher as well, but of course both of you doesn’t know that.
“i apologize” sunoo quickly then bowed as an apologetic gesture.
“focus!” the teacher tsked and sunoo sat straight.
“if your wife comes home from duties and she tells you she’s quite tired, what do you do?” she asked.
“i’d ask her to tell me how her day was and i’ll make her some food” sunoo smiled widely and the teacher shook her head.
“no, no, no! you ask your maids to make her something to eat!” his teacher sounded disappointed.
sunoo pout, he didn’t understand the logic behind it all, a husband needs to take care of his wife, and what are those manners classes? who made those stupid classes anyway?
out of all 7 brothers, his parents chose him as the one who needs to suffer the most in his opinion.
sunoo is the only one who has been taking manners classes, and he’s the only one who’s promise to marry someone he doesn’t know.
does his parents think he won’t be able to find someone he’d like to marry?
“that’s it for today, practice and study more! for the next time i want you to be better” the teacher left without giving him a chance to send her off.
she must be really angry then, huh?
sunoo then sighed and gathered his papers.
“tough day?” he heard a voice and shoot his eyes to the figure who was standing right at the door.
“you could say that” sunoo nodded and dropped his glance.
jungwon pitied his older brother, he has always been the one to suffer from their parents’ endless bickering, and jungwon always wondered why’s that.
“just hold it in for a while, it’s going to end soon” jungwon walked closer to his brother and pat his shoulder.
sunoo groaned, “easy for you to say, you already basically know who you’re going to marry”
jungwon smiled a bit, “mom and dad are starting to get on your nerves, aren’t they?”
sunoo nodded, “can’t they just let me live my life the way i want to?”
a door slammed and you woke up immediately.
“i apologize your majesty, the queen asked me to wake you up from your nap” one of your maids said, “she wants to meet you in the garden”
you dismissed your maid and went down to your castle’s garden, your favorite place on earth.
“mother,” you called her, “you were asking for me”
your mother who was sitting on one of the benches turned her glance to you and smiled, “do you know why i called you, y/n?” she asked.
you shook your head and moved closer to her.
“your wedding of course!” she opened her arms and hugged you.
you let out a big sigh, of course! why would she want to talk with you about anything else?
“i’m joking, joking” she giggled, “i was a bit bored, i wouldn’t mind some company”
you nodded and proceeded to sit on the bench next to her. both of you sat in silence, she looked pretty relaxed, but you’re always being extra careful around her.
“have you ever heard of hybe kingdom?” she suddenly asked.
“no, the only thing i know about them is that they’re seven siblings, and each one is soon to get a throne”
“their family is quite weird i must say,” your mother chuckled, “the oldest son is going to marry a commoner! can you believe it??”
you nodded, “if they really do love each other, they deserve to be happy together”
your mother looked at you in disbelief, “it’s not a good reason to break a royal rule!” she argued.
“what royal rule? they’re ancient and no one’s even looking at them anymore!!” you argued back.
“ancient or not!! a royal rule is a royal rule!!”
“sometimes love is more important than a stupid rule!!”
“you—“ your mother stopped for a second to take a deep breathe, “if that’s another way of you to try and convince me to let you marry whoever you want, it’s not going to work”
you rolled your eyes and looked away, “you don’t even realize how important it is to me” you mumbled and she stayed quiet, completely ignoring what you’ve just said.
“you’re going to meet your soon to be husband at hybe’s kingdom party, you should be prepared”
eventually you left her alone and went back to your room, you had nothing to talk about together anyway.
“there you are sunoo!! we’ve been searching for you!!” hybe’s queen remarked.
“hello mother” sunoo whispered.
“your teacher told me you’re not doing well!! sunoo, what’s wrong with you?” she raised her voice and sunoo shut his eyes.
“if you’d just let me feel free and let me do what i want maybe i’ll be able to be mannered enough for you!” he spoke back and his mother stepped back.
“sunoo!!”
“what? did i say something wrong? instead of letting me find someone i’d truly love and want to marry, you’re forcing me into it!” he raised his voice back.
“this is not up to discussion!! your marriage is final!” his mother fired back, “it’s okay if you dont love her now, you’ll force yourself into it and eventually fall in love!”
sunoo sighed and tears filled his eyes, “you’d never let me live the way i want to, would you?”
his mother stayed quiet and he slowly nodded, “got it” he whispered and went to his room.
the next mornings felt all the same, manners class and getting back to sleep, it was the same for sunoo, other than the fact that he had to help his younger brothers with their own love stories. love stories that he’d never have.
“i don’t know what to do, it hurts, i miss her” jungwon cried to his older brother as he hugged him and suggested him a few steps.
looking at his brothers living freely as they want made him really happy for them, but also envy them for being their parents’ favorite in his opinion.
eventually, ni-ki’s birthday came and everyone around the castle were busy getting ready.
“good morning sunoo! time to get ready” the maids said and he barely got himself up.
“you’re going to meet your soon-to-be wife!! isn’t that exciting?” jay, who came in together with sunoo’s maids, decided to tease him a bit.
sunoo groaned and covered himself with his pillow.
“get up sleepy head! it’s your brother’s birthday today!! at least wish him a happy birthday!!” jay took the pillow and threw it at him a few times.
sunoo really didnt want to wake up today. dont get him wrong, he loves his brother, its just something about today that makes it extremely hard for him to wake up.
“right, what was her name again?” this was the exact reason sunoo couldn’t wake up, his parents couldn’t even recall his future wife’s name!
“nevermind, you need to go get ready!” his father commented.
“you’ll know it when you see her, she’s awfully pretty!” both of them said and pushed him back to his room to get ready.
“oh my dear! you’re awfully pretty!” your mother clapped as you gave her a twirl of your dress.
“you’re only saying that because you’re my mom” you scoffed and she shook her head.
“you really are really pretty, our pretty princess” your father got involved and smiled.
you gave them a short smile, “thank you—“
“can you believe it? you’re going to meet your future husband!! are you ready for it?” your mother stepped closer to you, cupping your cheeks in both hands.
“no” you sighed. “well then, be ready for it! we don’t want him to think you’re messy and unorganized”
what does not being ready for this even have to do with being messy and unorganized??
you just nodded and closed your eyes. if you start crying now, the beautiful makeup your maid had put on you would get ruined.
“we’re so proud of you, y/n” both of them said and you just nodded.
“oh! you look exactly like a prince” his brother sunghoon remarked. “i didnt look like one up until now?” sunoo rolled his eyes but sunghoon only chuckled.
“hey im just joking, you look really good sunoo” the older complimented him and sunoo smiled, “thank you”
“off you go!! enjoy the party!” your parents said as they sent you off to hybe kingdom, with a thumping heart you smiled and nodded.
five minutes into the drive and it finally sank into your mind, your parents never mentioned his name, not even once.
quick!! what should you do?? risk it all and just continue the drive and hope to find him in mysterious way? or get back to your parents and ask them for it??
obviously option one is the best option.
“we have arrived, your majesty” your driver informed you and went out to open the door for you.
you took a few deep breaths, “you can do it”
as you got out you saw lots of princesses and princes, all entering the big and beautiful castle.
“please welcome princess y/n from (name of kingdom)” the door opened for you and all eyes were on you, you hated it, you hated this welcoming.
it was somehow a royal thing, to inform of a royal entering a castle, but then what? it drew everyone’s attention to you.
you felt everyone’s gaze on you, mumbling nothings and whispering whatever. you slowly entered deep into the crowd until the other royals didnt care about you anymore.
“hello there, beauty” you heard someone say, you turned around to meet with a very pretty looking guy.
“hello” you replied back and extended him your hand for him to kiss.
you hated this too, the feeling of a stranger on your hand, why was this even a royal rule??
“i couldn’t stand seeing you alone so—“
“and finally, please welcome the hybe family” all of your heads turned to the door.
first one to enter was prince heeseung, you could see him searching for a specific person in the crowd and as soon as he saw her, he smiled.
second to enter was prince jay, he looked super focused, he too, was searching for a specific person in the crowd.
third to enter was prince jake, he looked so peaceful somehow, as if he already knew where was the specific person he was searching for.
fourth to enter was prince sunghoon and god, his visuals were no joke, whoever will end up with him definitely won a handsome one of a kind.
fifth to enter was prince sunoo, as soon as he entered you felt as if the world had stopped.
you two somehow made an eye contact for a few good seconds, as if he already found the person he was searching for.
is he….? no, he can’t be, can he?
the voice of the welcoming of the sixth prince woke you up from your deep thoughts.
sixth to enter was prince jungwon, he looked around, smiling at everyone while obviously trying to search for someone.
“and lastly, please welcome the birthday boy, riki!” as the seventh prince riki entered, everyone clapped and cheered.
only he, was smirking at everyone. he was definitely up to something.
as the party started, you started to feel tired. what if you just ditch early? no one will notice anyway.
you started walking towards what you thought was the exit, turns out it was a door for the castle’s garden.
“great, how do i get out now” you mumbled.
you heard steps behind you and turned around immediately.
your eyes widened as you saw the person that was standing in front of you.
“hello” he said with a warm smile.
“prince sunoo” you whispered under your breath, “hello”
“you probably have already heard who i am, but i’m sunoo” he said and bowed to you.
you couldn’t understand why, but you felt your cheeks heating up. focus y/n, focus!!
is he your promised prince?
“i’m l/n y/n” you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, “you look awfully pretty, y/n”
you said you hated it, hated it when a stranger kissed your hand, but why did it feel so different when he did it?
you wanted him to keep kissing your hand, and maybe not only your hand.
no, y/n what are you thinking!!
sunoo couldn’t explain it, ever since he laid his eyes on you, he felt something.
you were so, so pretty in his eyes. he saw the whole crowd but his eyes only looked at you. he wanted to get to know you more, he’s more than 100% sure you’re promised to him, how could his parents forget your beautiful name?
and if it turns out you’re not the one who’s promised to him, he’s more than determined now to make you his wife.
“would you like to have a dance y/n?” he suddenly asked, looking into your soft eyes.
you could still hear the music at the back, you enjoy dancing anyway, so why not?
“i’d love that” you replied.
sunoo took your hand and guided you, you were extremely close to each other.
your hands were around his neck, and his held your waist.
“how come i’ve never seen you before?” he asked.
“i’m not the type to go to royal celebrations, i came here for the first time since i’m kind of forced to meet my future husband” you replied softly.
“future husband?” sunoo disappointedly looked down.
did you already find your future husband? your promised one?
you shook your hand, “i have yet to find him, but now that i’m being here with you…” you stayed quiet for a bit, “i think i found him”
oh you were bold. what if he already has someone he’s going to marry to?
“oh,” he suddenly said and chuckled, “i think i already found my future wife too”
both of you shared a long eye contact, god he was so attractive and you were so beautiful in his eyes.
you changed position and crossed your hands together, going in circle while not even breaking your eye contact for a mere second.
you didn’t want to let go of each other, as the song ended, so did your dance.
you decided to sit on one of the benches at the garden and share a little conversation.
a little conversation ended up lasting for almost until midnight. you’ve been at the garden since eight pm.
you talked about your hobbies, your family, your miserable life with your manners classes.
“no way! you’re having them too?? i thought only my parents were old school” he said in excitement.
“yeah, i guess both of us are experiencing the old school parents” you chuckled.
the conversation just kept on going further and further until the maids reminded you it’s time to go.
both of you got up from the bench and looked at each other.
“i don’t want this night to end” you pout.
sunoo giggled and put his hands around your waist.
“i don’t want it to end either” he replied.
it was a comforting silence between the two of you, until he started getting closer.
“can i…..?” he asked and you nodded.
he crushed his lips on yours and held you tightly. you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck.
the kiss was so innocent and sweet, as if you’re having your first teen love.
as you slowly let go of the kiss you opened your eyes and giggled.
“there you—am i interrupting something?” you recognize this prince, it’s prince jake.
“not at all, i was just about to leave” you said after and curtsied to the prince.
you walked away but not before whispering into sunoo’s ear, “hopefully i get to see you again”
as you left, jake pushed sunoo and cheered for him. “you found her didn’t you!!”
sunoo smiled, his cheeks still blushing from the kiss you shared a few minutes ago. it was just like in the love stories he liked to read.
“oh! her name is minju!”
no. this can’t be.
after the celebration, his parents came up to him to ask him how was meeting his future wife.
only then he realized he has been wrong this whole time.
“what?” he asked.
they nodded and smiled, “we’re so glad you enjoyed! we were actually worried about you not liking her”
“i need to sleep” he mumbled.
“what?”
“i need to sleep now” he said louder.
his parents left his room, shocked and speechless. did they say something wrong?
“y/n dear, how was the party?” your parents came up to you, they’ve probably been waiting for you to get back.
you knew they didn’t really care about the party, but more about the person you’ve met there.
you already knew that the person you’re promised to marry wasn’t sunoo, but you couldn’t help it but fall in love with him.
you realized it wasn’t sunoo halfway into your conversation. your parents told you a few facts about your future husband, and none of them matched sunoo. still, you kept on spending the night with him instead of going to search your promised one.
“it was fine” you replied.
“just fine….?” they asked surprised.
“yeah”
“what about….?”
“oh, it was amazing actually, i already feel myself falling for him, he’s the person i want to marry to and no one else” you smiled, “ever since i saw him i only think of him”
your parents looked at you in confusion. they weren’t expecting to hear that from you, especially because you hated this idea.
“are you…doing okay?” they asked and you nodded, cheeks heating up after remembering your past events.
“i’ll be going to sleep now” you skipped to your room happily, leaving your parents dumbfounded.
the next day you woke up, “y/n! you got a letter” one of your maids brought your letter to you and you opened it.
‘meet me at xxxx around 9pm — sunoo’
you smiled after reading the letter, and you couldn’t help but wait for the eve to come.
around 8:30pm you sneaked out, telling your parents you weren’t feeling well and getting out slowly and surely, no one noticed you.
you arrived the place and waited for him. you sat on a bench and looked at the sky.
the sky was so dark and the stars were shining brightly, you enjoyed looking at the sky, until you couldn’t see anything.
someone covered your eyes, “guess who” you heard a familiar voice and chuckled.
“my future husband” you said.
this new nickname you gave him made him flutter each time he hears it coming out of your mouth.
he removed his hands and pecked your cheeks, “ding ding ding, we have a winner” he smiled and went to sit next to you on the bench.
“i missed you” he added.
“you saw me yesterday” you replied.
“24 hours without seeing you, my heart can’t handle it” he held his hand against his heart and you rolled your eyes, “you’re so cheesy”
“you didnt mind it yesterday” he shrugged, “i still don’t”
both of you chuckled and kept talking with a wide smile all over your faces.
the two of you knew, you knew you’re not promised to each other, you knew you won’t end up getting married to each other, so why does none of you bring this up?
you kept talking and talking without even realizing it was past 3 am. you have manners class later today, you have to get some sleep.
“you have to go?” he asked and you nodded sadly.
“my parents will kill me if i dont wake up in time” you sighed.
“let’s meet up tomorrow too, same time, same place” he said and you nodded.
you pecked his lips and ran back, leaving him with blushing cheeks.
none of you wants to admit it, but you’re not going to end up together. so you’ll just spend your time together as long as you can, holding into the fact that maybe, maybe you actually will have a chance to marry each other.
your sneaking out became a usual thing for you and sunoo, you really did keep your promise and met up every day.
“how do you want our wedding to be?” he asked you once.
your head was resting on his lap as he caressed your hair.
“my family, your family, and maybe just a few important royals, in your castle too, because that’s where we first met” you smiled and he smiled back at you.
both of you knew it’s not really going to happen, but you still held into the hope that maybe, against all the odds, maybe you will be able to change your fate.
“i love it, what do you think about honeymoon?” he asked in addition to the wedding part and you just giggled.
as you came back to your room that day from meeting sunoo, you noticed a figure sitting on your bed.
you got scared and immediately turned on the lights, just to notice it was your mother.
“mother,” you whispered.
“i thought you’re not feeling well?” she asked seriously.
“i-i went to catch some air—“ “dont try to excuse yourself” she said firmly.
you looked down and sighed, “i met up with my future husband”
her serious face turned into a wide smile, “really? what did you two—“
“kim sunoo from hybe kingdom” you cut her off as you just now told her who you met up.
“what?” she asked, the wide smile turning into confusion.
“i met up with sunoo, my future husband” you boldly said.
your mother laughed, “that was a good joke! dont scare me like that again” she continued to laugh but her laugh faded when she noticed you were serious.
“oh, you’re serious?” she asked and you nodded.
“i want to marry sunoo, mom” you said.
“that’s not possible” she argued.
“why not? i love him, he’s the person i want to marry” you said.
“a no is a no, i don’t want to argue about it” she got up.
“but i do, i won’t marry any other person, even that ‘future husband’ you’ve been telling me to marry” you’re a one stubborn child, and you’re not going to give up on sunoo that easily.
your mother sighed, “i will not argue about this with you, you’re grounded, i’ll put hundreds of guards around just to keep you here” she raised her voice.
“you can try and keep me here all you want! it’s not going to change my feelings!” you shout as she went out of your room.
sunoo wasn’t doing any better, he too, got caught as he came back.
“no!” his mother argued, “you’re promised to marry minji and that’s final! i don’t want to hear another word!”
sunoo scoffed, “out of all seven of us, you chose to be strict with me, now that i finally found someone i love, you’re taking her away from me? why did you let heeseung marry a commoner then?” he shout.
his mother stayed speechless.
“exactly, you have no good reason” he said in disbelief.
“you’re not allowed to go out anymore until you realize what you just did, minju is your future wife and no one else” she said before smacking the door.
while both of you weren’t allowed out of your castles, you could send letters one to other.
you kept communicating through that, however, it was slow and hard as one letter per day came in.
on one of the days you shared dinner with your parents, as usual you stayed quiet and didn’t talk to neither of them.
only today was different, “y/n,” your father called you but you ignored.
“we’ve decided to break off the agreement with the other kingdom” he continued and your eyes light up.
“me and your mother decided it’s what best for you, and we want nothing more than to see you happy” he said.
“does that mean…..?” you whispered and your mother nodded, “you can marry prince sunoo, we talked some sense in his parents too”
you looked at the clock and saw the time, 8:30pm.
you looked over your parents, “can i….?” and they nodded.
you pushed away your chair and ran out of the castle to search for your sunoo.
you arrived at your place with a wild smile, expecting to see him already, your smile faded as you saw no one.
your eyes teared up, until someone covered your eyes behind you, “guess who”
without waiting, you turned around and hugged the person you were so longing for.
“my future husband, my real future husband” you cried into the hug as he hugged you back tightly, not wanting to let you go.
“i missed you” he said and you cupped his face.
“i love you” you said before kissing him.
you caught him off guard but he was quick to kiss you back, holding your waist and getting you closer to him than ever.
both of you pulled away when you felt you were out of air.
you pressed your foreheads against each other with eyes closed, “it’s been so long, it feels so good to hold you again, i love you” he said and you smiled.
“i was wondering how long it’s going to take for my parents to realize i only want to marry you” you chuckled.
“took them too long” he scoffed and you nodded.
“what’s important is that you’re here now” you whispered.
“i’m here, forever and ever, i love you”
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can i get something with DadKnight being the designated parent to play tooth fairy when your child loses their first tooth and they have to sneakily hide cash under their child pillows in the middle of the night 😭
The Tooth Fairy
Summary: Marc takes on the mission of being the tooth fairy and making the switch with the tooth and money when you daughter is asleep.
Warnings: None that I know of honestly
Author’s Snip: Wholesome indeed, thank you, anon.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 933
“Okay, that’s the end of tonight’s chapter.” Marc concluded as he closed the book that the system have been reading to Abi before bed, looking over to your daughter.
“You nice and comfortable?” He asks, to which the little girl nods as she picks at a part of her mouth. “Don’t pick at your gums, sweetheart. If you do your adult teeth grow in funny.” Marc says as he gently pulls her hand away. “How about that tooth? Where is it? The tooth fairy’s gonna be coming tonight for it.” Marc asks.
He’s mostly asking because this is her first lost tooth and one of the kids in her class told her that means the tooth fairy is coming when it first started getting loose, so now he’s gotta do the whole act for her.
Abi sits up and lifts up her pillow showing the little tooth in a plastic baggie that was used to hold the snacks in her lunch box. Marc nods, knowing where exactly the tooth is meant to be.
“Dad.” Abi was looking towards him and getting a simple “Yes?” in return. “Do you think the tooth fairy is real?” she questions. Marc blinks in surprise but keeps a normal face “Why do you ask that?” he asks. “Well, because, no one ever actually sees her and she also visits all the kids who lose their teeth. But there are a lot of kids losing teeth, so how does she get them all?” she explains.
Marc thinks of something to say and settles on one thing. “I used to wonder that too. But I figured that maybe there was more than one tooth fairy and they’re all meant to take care of the kids in different places. And maybe they’re all shy and don’t want people to bother them.” Marc says. He can see Abi think about it before she nods with a smile “That makes sense.”.
Marc smiles and is about to say goodnight but Abi asks another, less explainable, question. “Why do they collect teeth? And why is it only kid teeth?”. Marc gets up from the end of Abi’s bed upon hearing that. “No idea. But how about we head to sleep so the lady can do her job, yeah?” Marc says as he carefully tucks Abi into bed, kisses her on the forehead, and says good night. He closes the door gently as Abi shuffles in her bed to get comfortable and fall asleep. Marc walks to the living room where you are. "So what's the game plan again?" he asks as he sits in the armchair next to the sofa you're seated on. "Just the normal thing you do when you play tooth fairy. You go in when she's asleep, so maybe about an hour from now, take the tooth, quietly replace it with the quarters, and then get out." you explain matter of factually. "And I have to do it why?" Marc asks.
You shrug "I don't know I figured that you would like to do the honors of doing the first tooth.". Marc looks at you for a second with a puzzled look, "That's a weird honor to do." Marc comments. "Well, I can do it if you want." you say, but Marc quickly says "No, I'll do it." which makes you do a smug thats-what-I-thought look.
"Okay, but we aren't going to be one of those gross parents who keep the teeth as creepy souvenirs, right?" Marc questions. "We are keeping her teeth, but that's for if she develops anything and they need stem cells. Baby teeth are good for that." you clarify. Marc smiles at you for a second and says "That was Steven's idea wasn't it?", you look away with a blush and remark "It's a good idea. Just in case she needs it down the line.".
After about an hour since putting Abi to bed, Marc stands outside her bedroom door. He feels a nervousness in himself that feels similar to when he goes on missions. It feels silly but he finds that thinking about this process like a mission helps him feel more confident. He goes over the plan in his mind before taking a breath and quietly opening the door.
He peaks in and finds Abi soundly asleep and cuddled up in her covers. The light from her rotating lamp, the one Steven bought for her that cast stars around the room, provided enough light for Marc to see and navigate around her room. He carefully made his way to her bed, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor, quietly kneeling down to be able to make the switch more clean.
Marc always wondered just how nerve-racking it actually is to be Indiana Jones when he's making the switch with the statue and the sack in the temple as a kid, now he actually knows as he carefully worms his hand under the pillow and pulls out the baggie.
That's one part complete. Now he has to make the replacement. So he takes the small sheer pouch that holds her tooth fairy money and carefully maneuvers it under her pillow, freezing when Abi stirs slightly, but continuing and moving his hand out once he knows she's still asleep.
Marc quietly leaves and closes the door behind him a second time, this time having done the most high-stakes switcheroo he's done in his entire life. He takes a second before quietly pumping his fist in success knowing that in the morning Abi's going to come running out of her room excited about her prize at breakfast time.
#moon knight#moonknight#moon knight x reader#moonknight x reader#marc spector#marc spector x reader#dad!marc spector
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Angel
Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.
Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Word Count: 1, 600
Warnings: none for this part, there will be smut later
Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne
You honestly didn’t know how you could forget about something so important. You and your best friend Helaena Targaryen decided to spend an afternoon at her house, watching movies on their giant screen in the cinema room, eating popcorn and having good time. You were choosing what movie you want to watch first when your mum sent you this message “Where the fuck, are you Y/N?” you didn’t understand what is going on. Then you opened your Google calendar and you started cursing. Your little sister has a school recital at her nursery school and you totally forgot about it. You rushed out of the door, panicking, your eyes wide with fear. Your mum was really strict. You could be 22 years old but you were still scared to make her mad. And coming late to your sister's school recital would make her mad for sure.
“She is going to kill me, Hel. No, do you know what is worse? Tiffany will be so disappointed that I won’t see her dancing and singing. She is Snow White, she got the main part. How could I forget,” you were talking so quickly that Helaena almost couldn’t understand what you were saying.
“I need to call Uber, but I will still be late,” you whined.
“You don’t have to, I have perfect solution for you,” Helaena clapped her hands and pointed to front door. Her little brother Aemond sat astride on his big black motorbike ready to go somewhere.
Well, there was nothing little about Aemond Targaryen, from his tall frame to his big ego. He might be 2 years younger than you but it felt like if he is the adult and you the kid. He was making you so nervous simply by his presence. He had this bad boy dangerous aura around him. He wasn't home very often, but when you met him in the house he usually ignored you or just simply hummed at you as a greeting. You honestly doubted that he even knows your name.
But he was stupidly handsome. You would never admit it to anyone but you had the biggest crush on him. He was everything you shouldn't crave but you couldn't stop admiring him from safe distance. Aemond and Aegon both played football for the school team and they were good, really good. You were a huge football fan so you dragged Helaena to every single one of their games taking it as an opportunity to drool over him without anyone noticing. She didn't care about the game or the results but she was really supportive sister and loved cheering for her brothers. She was always sitting next to you in Aegon’s or Aemond’s jersey, shouting their names and dissing anyone who dared to tackle them down. You usually cheered for the whole team, only shouting Aemond's name when he scored. Which was quite often. He was the playmaker, he operated in the middle of the field, creating chances for his teammates. But he also scored a lot of goals so you had plenty of chances to scream his name loudly without making any suspicions.
“Aemond, do you have free time now??” Helaena asked, batting her eyelashes at her brother, knowing that she is his only weakness.
"No," he said shortly, taking off his helmet, revealing the cascade of silver blond hair. You had hard time to not start drooling. What the hell is this guy’s secret? What is he doing with his hair that it looks so shiny and healthy?
"Come on Aemond, what do you have so important to do, right now?" She whined and tugged at his sleeve.
"I have a date," he smirked.
"It's not a date, it's a booty call," she corrected him and he raised his eyebrow at her.
"Don't give me that look, you don't want to date this girl, whoever she is, you just want to fuck her. She can wait 30 minutes, I just need little favor. Please Aems," she pouted her lips at him and he sighed.
"Ok, what do you need, sister," he gave up and Helaena squealed.
"You are the best," she hugged him.
"I need you to give Y/N a lift to the nursery school, her little sister has a recital there and she forgot about it," she clasped her hands excitedly.
Aemond lazily turned his head and gave you the once-over, like if he just noticed you standing next to his sister.
"Hel, I can really take an Uber, don't bother him, when he is busy," you tried but she shushed you.
"Nonsense, Y/N! You can't make it there in time, Aemond drives really fast, you will be there before your sister even notices that you are not there. Wait a second, I will give you my helmet," she said and ran inside the house.
"Sorry, I really don't want to bother you," you apologized but he ignored your apology.
"Get on the bike before she comes back, you are in rush, aren't you?" He said impatiently and you blushed at his rudeness. You hesitantly walked towards him and realized that you don't know how this works. You have never taken a ride on a motorbike.
"Ehm, I am sorry, but where should I sit?" you asked and he raised his eyebrow at you but didn't say anything.
"I mean, should I sit in front of you or behind you. I have never sat on a bike before?" you added nervously, getting more and more frustrated by his silence.
He leaned closer to you, invading your personal space.
"When a woman sits on a bike in front of me, she usually faces me," he smirked and chuckled wickedly when he saw your confused face.
"In that position I can look her in the eyes as she bounces on my cock, so if you don't plan to do that, I suggest that you sit behind me," he added and his violet eye bore into yours. You really wanted to slap him for talking to you like this when Helaena burst out of the door with her hot pink helmet.
“Y/N, why are you not sitting on the bike already?” she shouted and placed the helmet gently on your head when her phone started ringing.
“It’s Cregan,” she shouted excitedly.
“Hey, baby boo,” she said with love sick expression on her face, she waved at you and disappeared in the house. You and Aemond both rolled your eyes at this, you weren’t the biggest fans of the Stark boy.
“Well, Y/N, why are you not already sitting on the bike?” he mocked you, the sound of your name rolling off his lips made your toes curl in your shoes. He was a jerk but really sexy jerk. You decided that you won’t let him see how much he embarrassed you and you quickly sat behind him. He probably hoped that you will run away from him, crying and he could go to fuck his “date”.
“If you don’t want to die, you need to hold onto me tightly,” he said and put on his black helmet with silver and red dragons painted on the sides. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his waist.
“Tighter, you hold on to me like a baby,” he barked and you hesitantly tightened your hands around his muscled abdomen.
“For fucks sake, I don’t have time for this,” he groaned and grabbed your hands pushed you closer to his back. You were glued to him, your legs pressed against his strong thighs, your face buried into the leather of his black jacket. He turned on the engine and you felt the strong vibrations for the first time in your life. You didn’t expect it, the vibrations felt so good against your pussy that you let out a quiet moan. You quickly stopped, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Aemond didn’t comment on it so you assumed that the sound of the engine was so loud that he didn’t hear your pathetic little whimper. He quickly drove off their house and headed to the town center. Helaena was right, he was riding super fast it was definitely more than was the speed limit. You were holding onto him for dear life. He stopped in front of the school getting everyone’s attention. You got off his bike, your legs slightly shaking. You took off Helaena’s helmet and he for some reason took off his helmet too, his platinum blonde hair shinning in the sun, so everyone around could clearly see who gave you this unexpected lift. He ignored you and unlocked his phone. You stared at his long, elegant fingers moving across the screen of his expensive phone in strange fascination. Everything about him was perfect, too bad that his personality didn’t match his exterior.
“Do you want anything else from me, angel?” he smirked, not taking his eye from the screen.
“What should I do with Helaena’s helmet?” you asked him, blushing at the pet name he just used.
“Not my problem,” he said and cursed.
“Well, I guess I will keep it and return it to her later,” you said and he kept ignoring you.
“Fuck,” he frowned at the screen.
“Ehmm, so thank you for the lift, Aemond,” you gulped and wanted to turn around and walk to school.
“Hey angel,” he shouted and you looked at him.
“She ditched me,” he waved his phone and tucked it into his back pocket.
“You owe me a favor now, angel. I will collect it soon,” he winked at you, put on his helmet and rode away, the loud roar of his engine disturbing the peaceful neighborhood. You watched him riding away with your mouth hanged open. What the fuck is he thinking about himself?
You looked at your watch and quickly hurried to the school entrance. Your mum was waving at you from the main hall, you waved back when a strong hand wrapped around your waist.
“Why did you come here on Aemond Targaryen’s bike?” your boyfriend Jason Lannister asked you and you looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
Part 2
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Feel free to ignore this because I’m sure you’re well beyond tired of “ace discourse” at this point but I’m curious if you’ve seen the recent studies claiming that asexuals are more likely to be offered conversion therapy than LGBT people, and if you have any thoughts on it?
Means absolutely nothing to me because in this context... it's clear no one involved knows what the term "conversion therapy" means, as aces have been watering down the term for almost a decade now, making it to mean "any attempt to change your sexuality" which has ALSO been watered down to mean "any ace being asked if they have depression, sexual trauma, or possibly a hormonal condition and if they want treatment for that."
Conversion therapy (in the context of sexuality, not gender which is similar but not identical, though it often involves sexuality based CT as well) is a fairly specific thing--it involves some authoritative figure (a "therapist," a priest, an "ex gay guru") trying to do two things--erase same gender attraction, often through forcing the person to associate it with shame/pain/disgust/nausea, and to force them to act as it they experience "correct" attraction.
Conversion therapy is often viewed as "successful" if only the first step is complete. As in, the person comes out unable to enjoy/experience/recognize their same gender attraction. They could go the rest of their life celibate, not dating, not marrying and it is successful enough. Best case scenario, they can marry someone of the "right" gender, MAYBE have sex, MAYBE have kids but... the lack of tangible gayness is enough. (NO, I am not saying conversion "therapists" want people to identify as asexual or aromantic, just that they don't mind if gay and bisexual people feel NO attraction/desires when they are done with them.)
Understanding conversion therapy is about destroying sexual attraction, romantic attraction in gay and bisexual people means it is impossible to link up with anti-ace "conversion therapy." There is none. There is no organization or group vying for people to experience sexual attraction in that way. Who are tormenting, abusing people into feeling attraction.
This is especially obvious when you realize... that the argument because "There are organizations that want gay and bisexual asexuals to experience sexual attraction." Run by who? Where? What are they doing to force gay people to want to have sex?
Like... is this just for straight aces then? Can you name a single group in the world that believes in conversion therapy that WANTS gay sexual desires? Gay romantic desire?
So, conversion therapy for aces doesn't exist. Not any systemic level. Are aces being abused, harassed via rape culture? Sure but that isn't conversion therapy.
What aces often claim is the hypothetical "HSDD diagnosis, which Ive debunked as aphobia... years ago.
Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder is a SUDDEN LOSS of sexual attraction COMBINED with DISTRESS at said sudden loss. The DSM EXPLICITLY has an exception for lifelong HSDD--if you have never experienced sexual attraction, no one cares. If you experience DISTRESS at lack of *libido*, doctors may offer exploring potential help on that front... and counseling to accept that maybe you never will.
There is no forced, coercive treatment. If you experience sudden loss of sexual desires (LIBIDO, NOT ATTRACTION), they may test for depression, hormonal changes, cancer, and other potential causes... if you want them to. You're offered counseling for the distress.
HSDD is the type of shit men get viagra for.
Surveys like this are suggesting being prescribed viagra is conversion therapy.
Honestly, the fact that the survey is about conversion therapy being OFFERED, when often it is a COERCIVE practice against minors or vulnerable adults in faith settings, is kinda all the proof you need that what they are discussing is not conversion therapy.
But rather an uncomfortable moment at the doctors where the doctor asks questions they don't like, just to rule out potential health issues.
ANYWAYS ANY ATTEMPT TO ARGUE WITH ME WILL JUST BE MET WITH MY TARGET WISHLIST. I ALSO DON'T WANT ANONS AGREEING WITH ME. I WANT THIS TO BE ONE AND DONE POST
#ace discourse#HSDD#conversion therapy#most claims of aphobia involve intentionally#misusing terminology#to frame anti-ace experiences as ONLY/specifically anti-ace#or as worse than they actually are#it's almost all appropriative#to the expense of the groups theyre claiming to share experiences with
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Please could you write something based off 13 going on 30? I love your writing💕
Au Revoir
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Rummaging through her old collection of photos for a work campaign, Y/N enters a time capsule. And her one mission is to find the boy she once called her best friend☁️
Warnings⚠️: NONE, I lovedddd this idea sooo much, and I tried to make it as long and cohesive as possible LOLL. The whole wishing dust thing is a bit unrealistic, so I tried to make it as real as possible🤞🏽
Song for imagine: Vienna- Billy Idol, Crazy for You- Madonna
You’re gonna kick off
Before you even get halfway through
When will you realize, Vienna waits
For you?
“Enough with the embarrassing photos of me, I’m on a mission here” I said snatching the photo book from my friends hands
“What is even the project? I’m confused” she said rolling her eyes
“My boss wants us to be more authentic with our work. Our covers are becoming a bit too. What's the word?? Cliche? And unrealistic. So I figured I’d dip into my high school pile of photos” I replied looking through my pictures
“You’re a magazine company not a school yearbook committee” She replied laughing
“Okay…but we target towards young adults high school through college years” I said to her huffing
“Well how about your yearbook?” She suggested rummaging through the box
“Oh duh! Why didn’t I think about that” I said placing the photos down
She cracked open my high school and middle school yearbook. Slipping her fingers through the pages as she giggled.
Her mouth dropped and she gasped
“Holy shit” she said flipping the book around to show me
“What?” I said squinting at the book
“Chris sturniolo babes” she said dropping the book on my lap
I grabbed the book, ghosting my finger over the page. My mind immediately raced as the memories rushed in. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Chris in 12 years. I was 25 now and I honestly forgot all about him.
“It’s just Chris” I said looking up at her
“Yeah your ex best friend who’s famous with his brothers and living in LA just like you” she replied in a duh tone
“Okay? And?” I replied placing the year book down on my lap
“Well he’s also a photographer, so I’m sure he could really help you with this. I mean this project is due in a month. I say reach out to him” she said shrugging
“Reach out to him? He doesn’t want to see me” I said shaking my head
“Why not?” She said furrowing her brows
Flashback
*snap* *snap*
“Chris! No more photos please” I said laughing and pushing him away
“Off guard pictures are the best! They show their true beauty” he said looking down at his camera
“Yeah right” I said bumping his shoulder with mine as we walked down the halls
“Y/N! I heard you were having a party tonight, and we really want to go, but Ms. Teller assigned us this huge project due Monday” Jessica said coming up to us
“Oh man that sucks” I said opening my locker and looking at her
“Josh even said he wanted to go too, but he’s coming over to help us with this project” she replied twirling her hair
“Oh umm I can do the report for you guys and have it ready for tonight” I replied shutting my locker
“PERFECT! We’ll be there” she said winking
“Oh please” Chris groaned
“Shut up loser” she said snapping at Chris
“Whatever, Y/N I’m going to head to the main office to get my new assignment” he replied
“Do whatever you want Chris it’s not like she needs a play by play” Jessica said rolling her eyes at Chris, I giggled a bit before offering Chris a sympathetic smile
He rolled his eyes and walked away.
“Okay so we’ll be there by 7?” She asked
“7 is perfect” I replied smiling at her
She nodded her head and she and her group left.
I met up with Chris at the exit as we walked home together.
“I don’t know why you want to be their friend they’re just using you” he replied as we walked down the street
“No they’re not! They’re my friends” I said sucking my teeth at him
“Yeah and pigs can fly” he said rolling his eyes
We got to our houses that were next to each other.
“I’ll see you tonight?” I asked him
“You sure will” he said before winking at me
“Perfect” I said stepping onto my lawn
“Arrivederci” Chris said waving
“Au Revoir” I replied waving back
We parted ways and I got to working on Jessica and her group's report. Finishing within two hours and beginning to get ready for my party.
Chris came over at 6:45 and we went down to my basement. Put some music on and add the last bit of snacks to the table.
“Oh god you’re even dressed like them” he said looking at me fully
“Am not! I just like fashion” I said rolling my eyes
“Yeah sure” he said rolling his eyes
“Chris just play nice please” I said looking at him
“Will do” he said throwing his hands up
The bell rang and I jumped up heading upstairs to let them in. Jessica, her group and Josh came. I ushered them downstairs and we sat around talking, laughing and eating.
“Y/N I’m going to get my camera” Chris told me as I was talking to Josh
“Do whatever you want Chris I don’t need a play by play” I responded, everyone laughed and I smiled at their reactions.
Chris scoffed, stomping up the stairs and out the door.
“So Y/N how about we play 7 minutes in heaven. And you get to go first” Jessica said grabbing my hand so I can stand up
She walked me over to my closet, opening the door as I got in
“I hear Josh wants to go first” She said in a whisper
“No way” I said giggling
“Way” she responded
“Oh and before I forget where’s the report? Thank you so much for doing it” she said smiling at me
“It’s on the table by the stairs” I said, she nodded and shut the door
I stood in the closet while I waited for Josh. Anxiously waiting for him as I had my back to the door. Suddenly I heard footsteps and my heart started racing.
The door opened and I turned around
“What took you so-“ but I cut myself off once I realized it was Chris at the door
“Chris? Where’s Josh? Where’s everybody” I said pushing him out the way and stepping out
“They left” he said
“What did you do?” I replied in anger
“I didn’t do anything! They just left” He replied
“God Chris! Just leave” I said looking back at him
“What? What did I do?” He said concerned and saddened
“JUST GO OKAY I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN” I yelled at him and pointed to the stairs
Chris hung his head low and walked away leaving me in anger. That was the last time I ever spoke to Chris….
Flashback Over
“Let’s just say I wasn’t the nicest person ever” I replied shaking my head
“I’m sure it’s water under the bridge, but you’re about to be late it’s 11” she said looking down at her phone
“Oh shit” I said, jumping up and grabbing my phone, purse and keys.
Running out my apartment and to my car, hopping in and basically speeding to work.
I rushed up to my office placing my purse down and sitting in my chair. The phone calls and emails started as soon as I opened my desktop.
*knock* *knock*
“Come in” I called out as my fingers typed faster against the keyboard
“Good morning Y/N, I have some messages for you and Rachel wants to know if you’re still on for lunch tomorrow?” My assistant Vicky asked me
“Place them there for me, and yes tomorrow at 1:30 works perfect” I replied looking down at my calendar sitting on my desk
“Is there anything I can get for you?” She asked me
“Actually there is one thing! There’s this person I need you to find. His names Christopher Sturniolo, I need his phone number” I said to her
“On it” she replied before walking out the room
My mind raced as I tried to focus on my emails and calls. Maybe this was a bad idea? Contacting someone who I haven’t seen in 12 years especially after being a bitch to them made me uneasy. However my thoughts were pushed away when Vicky walked back in
“ so I found one phone number online and it happens to be his parents so when I called them, I told them that it was very urgent and that I was with debt collectors, so they gave me his phone number and his new address” she said handing me the paper
“Holy shit! You’re heaven sent! Thank you” I replied as I grabbed the paper from her hand
I finished my day of work at about 5, clocking out and rushing to the parking lot. I put in Chris' address and surprisingly it wasn’t far from me or my job. About 30 minutes?
Once I was on the freeway I started to have second thoughts, but there was physically and mentally no turning back now. After what felt like eons I arrived at the apartment complex. Super boujee might I add. I parked in the visitors area and looked for his building number
“Building 9” I said as I walked past 7 and 8
Opening the door and walking into the massive apartment unit.
“Whewww okay unit number 102, floor 4” I say with a shaky breath
I got in the elevator hitting floor 4 as my breathing got shaky. Stepping out and following the arrows to the 100’s.
“99,100,101,102” I replied looking to my right, fuck I thought
I slid the paper in my purse as I inhaled sharply. Wiping my sweaty palms on my slacks as I brought my fist up to the door.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
I stepped back a bit as I waited for someone to come to the door. Within seconds the door opened and my heart started racing even faster.
“Woah” he said confused
“Chris?” I said tilting my head a bit
“Yeah?” He replied confused as ever
“You’re so different” I said smiling a bit
“Yeah…” he stated as he scratched the back of his neck
“You don’t know me?” I ask a little hurt
“I mean I don’t blame you! I wasn’t the nicest, and I haven’t seen you or spoke to you in 12 years” I said rambling nervously
“Y/N….Y/N Y/L/N” he said as his face softened
“Yes! It’s me” I said to him
“Hey” he said
I immediately hugged him, not realizing what I was doing.
“Uhh come on in” he said stumbling back a bit
I let go of him looking at him shyly before stepping in.
His apartment clattered in cameras and pictures everywhere. Stepping further into his living room as I looked around
“Still taking pictures?” I said smiling at the wall
“Uhh yup helps pays the bills” he said awkwardly
“Uhh…hey Y/N why are you here?” He asked confused and blinking at me
“I’m sorry I just….I just came across our yearbooks and realized how long it’s been” I said tucking my hair behind my ear
“We’re not friends anymore, you can’t just drop by like nothing” he said laughing awkwardly
“We were so close” I said looking at him
“Yeah we were, but not anymore” he said furrowing his brows at me
“Oh god what have I done” I said stepping back
“No it’s okay, calm down” he said sensing my anxiety
“I…I think I need some air” I said breathing heavily
“Hey it’s okay” he said looking at me
“Oh my god I need air” I said realizing how dumb this was
“Let's step outside I’ll walk you to your car” he said
I nodded my head as I followed him out the door. Walking down to my car before stopping at the hood of it.
“I mean what happened to us” I said shaking my head
“I mean we went different ways you know” he said apologetically
“No I mean what really happened to us” I said shaking my head again
“You uhh went along with those girls and I went my way” he responded
“I was so stupid, I don’t even know why I did that” I said rolling my eyes at myself
“Listen we all fall down the wrong path and it’s okay” he said
“No it’s not, and I’m sorry” I said nodding my head at him
“Don’t beat yourself up over it” he said laughing
“I wish I didn’t fall down that path and be friends with those girls” I said to him
“Nah don’t worry about it” he said waving his hand at me
“I can’t believe it’s been 12 years since I last saw you” I said to him
“If it makes you feel better I think I saw you through a frosted window one time 2 years ago” he said smiling and to this I laughed nodding my head
“It was great seeing you but uhh I got to go” he said pointing behind him
“Yeah…yeah okay” I said to him
He began to walk away before I spoke up
“Chris?” I said
“Yeah?” He replied
“Arrivederci” I replied waving at him and he smiled
“I’ll see you” he said laughing
“Chrisss” I said to him waiting for him to answer
He laughed and rolled his eyes
“Au Revoir” he replied waving at me
Chris went his way and I went mine. Getting in my car and heading back home. It wasn’t until I was home that I realized I completely forgot to ask him about the photo shoot.
A few days went by and I was sitting at a bar finishing my drink. Taking notes for my new campaign before I decided to head out.
Stepping out onto the dewey street as I pulled my phone out to order an Uber.
“Y/N?” I heard, immediately turning my head and smiling
“Oh my god. Chris! Hi” I said cracking a wide tooth smile
“Hey” I said walking over to him
“Hey, how are you?” He said smiling at me
“I’m good” I replied
“Hey I’m sorry about the other day for the awkward interaction” he said laughing
“Oh that’s alright I bombarded you” I said shooing him
“But uh what are you doing here?” I asked him
“I’m actually uh, I’m actually here with my girlfriend” he said to me looking over his shoulder as I saw a girl stepping out of a store. She walked over to us smiling
“This is Bonnie my girlfriend” he said to me
“I’m Y/N” I said a bit shocked as I shook her hand
“Aww Chris told me all about you! It’s so nice of you to stop bye” she said blinking her hazel eyes at me
“Oh no Chris is the nice one! Talking to me after so long” I replied smiling
“Are you in the influencer world too?” I asked her
“Oh no, I work in a corporate position over at HLC” she said nodding at me
“Ohhh nice nice” I said nodding my head at her
“But it was so great to finally meet you” she said smiling at me
“Likewise! I’ll let you guys go. It was great running into you” I said waving at them before walking away
Walking two blocks down before ordering my Uber. Many thoughts running through my head. Girlfriend? Since when?? He was notoriously known for being afraid of women. I guess I didn’t really know him.
I went home that night with many questions in my head and a burning desire to see Chris again. I opted for stalking his instagram. Over 2 million followers and not a single photo of Bonnie. I guess he wanted to keep it private.
My finger hovered over the message button. Chewing the inside of my lip as my thumbs swirled around. I mean I don’t want his girlfriend to think anything of it, so I closed out the Instagram app and threw my phone to the left of me.
Groaning at this new found problem I was having. I decided to let it go and move on with my life. Too scared to reach out to him I decided to take a crack at the project again.
Confused on where to start as my living room was a mess of photos and photo albums of my life. I was now at 3 weeks and I was neck deep in work not even a single idea written down.
I decided to rest it for the evening and head to bed.
A few days later in a moment of weakness I grabbed my car keys and headed over to Chris apartment. Slowly punching myself for this crazy behavior.
Knocking on his door as I picked at my fingernails.
“Okay…you’re not pizza” he said laughing at me
“Want to go for a walk?” I asked him
“Sure” he replied grabbing his house keys and shutting the door behind him
We walked throughout his apartment complex
“I can’t believe you have a girlfriend” I said laughing
“What? What’s so shocking” he said laughing
“You were known for being scared of women” I said giggling
“And I’m 25 now, times have changed” he said laughing with me
“Is she your soulmate?” I asked him
“Ehhh I don’t believe in that” he said shrugging his shoulders
“Oh come on! Does she give you butterflies? Does your skin burn when she touches you?” I said bumping his shoulder
“Oh please I don’t believe that” he said bumping me back
“So what’s the real reason you came to me the other day?” He asked me
“Well I realized I wasn't a nice person to you and my friend convinced me to reach back out to you” I said half smiling at him
“Really?” He said looking at me
“Yes and I also may need your help” I said giggling
“There’s always a but with you” he said shaking his head
“It’s a Y/N guaranteed” I said shrugging my shoulders
“So what’s this you need help with?” He asked
“Sooo my company wants us to redesign our magazine for next month, and I only have 3 weeks to finish it. We’re trying to gear more towards the younger population. After looking through our yearbooks I had an idea, and it was an idea you’d help with perfectly” I said to him
“I’m down, that sounds awesome” he said nodding his head
“You’re amazing” I said hugging him and he reluctantly hugged me back
Chris invited me back to his apartment to eat pizza and brainstorm some ideas. As we sat in his living room sharing pizza my mind began to race
“Chris, do you ever wish you could go back?” I asked him
“I wouldn’t mind going back” he said laughing
“If you were given one do over,anything in your life, what would you do?” I asked him taking a sip of my drink
“Mmm nothing” he said swallowing the bite he just took
“Really?” I said shocked
“Really” he replied nodding his head
“But did you ever make a big mistake? One that could change your life? What about that?” I asked him
“Well I’ve made many mistakes, but I don’t regret any of them” he said wiping his hands
“How come?” I asked him getting a bit sad as tears threatened to come out
“Because if I hadn’t made them, I wouldn’t have learned how to make things right” he said nodding his head
At this moment I was feeling so much regret for cutting off my best friend since birth. We shared every birthday, every holiday and every event till we were 13. And of course it was me who had to ruin it. So I truly sat here fighting back tears.
I smiled at him before looking down and taking a sharp inhale.
“I’m sorry I treated you horribly” I said licking my lips and swallowing thickly
“It’s okay” he said offering me a reassuring smile
That night we brainstormed some ideas. We also caught up on life, even cracking jokes here and there. Even though we hadn’t spoken in so long it felt like we never missed a day.
Later that week Chris met me at a park.
“Chris you made it” I said standing up and hugging him
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world” he said hugging me back
“So here’s half of your payment and the rest of it will be when you finish” I said handing him a check
“Thank you” he said grabbing the check
“No thank you” I said as we walked over to the photo shoot set up
“However I looked at your magazine and my photography style is nothing like yours” he replied looking over at me
“Exactly” I said smirking at him
We walked over to the set up and began setting all the models up. Setting everyone up how we wanted. Throwing leaves and balloons as we laughed.
Stopping to look at the shots offering my advice on how certain people should be photographed. Chris listened to me intently and the photos came out awesome.
That night we had a photoshoot again and it was prom themed. Chris was taking pictures of this one couple and he just wasn’t liking the way it was coming out
“Hey let me show you something, it seems a bit fake. We want this shoot to be fun and authentic” Chris said to the guy
He walked over to me, grabbing me.
“Wrap your hand around her waist and have her place her head on your shoulder, get close like this and just sway to the music” he said to them as he swayed us around while placing my head on his shoulder
They readjusted their positions and really enjoyed themselves.
“Perfect! Just like that” he said as he snapped some photos
Offering a smile to me as I stood on the sidelines.
Two nights later Chris and I were in his studio looking at the developed photos. His gaze on me as I glanced at the photos
“God these came out beautiful” I say running my fingers over the photos
“Yeah they came out good didn’t they” he said as his was looking at me
“I love them, do you?” I asked him
“Yeah….I do” he said pushing hair behind my ear
My breathing hitch in my throat as I tried to ignore the gesture. Not realizing what he did Chris cleared his throat
“Uh it’s getting late we should uhh we should head home” he said standing up
“You know what I wish for right now? I wish to go on a walk” I said looking at him
“Uhhh yeah sure” he said grabbing his stuff as we headed out of his studio
We walked to the park that was across the way. Walking the track as we talked about everything. Mainly about the photos because I knew they’d be a hit at the office.
“You know I’ve had a really great time working with you this week” Chris blurted out
“Me too” I replied smiling at him
We stopped at a swing set, sitting down as we swung back and forth. Enjoying the silence and the wind rustling through the trees.
“Wanna know a secret?” I said as I glanced over at him
“Yeah?” He replied looking over at me
“You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known” I said smiling at him
He looked down, chuckling as he smiled. Nodding his head but not sure how to go about the flirty compliment I just dropped on him.
“Alright swinging competition” I said bringing the silence
“Whoever goes the furthest the other owes a drink” I said laughing
“A Pepsi” he said laughing
“Ouu upping the stakes” I said laughing at him and he rolled his eyes
“And dinner Friday night at 8” I said to him
“You got yourself a deal” he said laughing with me
“One. Two. Three” he shouts before we jump off
Us both landing in the sand. Me ahead of him as I rolled a bit and he rolled into me.
“UHHHH” he groaned
“Are you okay?” I said laughing
“Yeah yeah I’m okay. I should’ve ducked and rolled” He said laughing
He leaned up hovering over me. Staring into my eyes as the swings creaked behind us.
“Chris” I said in a whisper
Suddenly Chris leaned down connecting our lips together. Immediate butterflies in my stomach as his hand was placed on my cheek. The kiss set me back 12 years as my mind raced.
He pulled away sitting in the sand looking into the distance as I sat up laying my head on his shoulder. Smiling sheepishly as I drew shapes into his back.
I never knew I could grow feelings for someone after not seeing them for over a decade. And I for sure didn’t expect to grow these feelings so fast.
What Y/N didn’t know was that the young man was too feeling a certain way about Y/N. His mind raced and tried to figure out what this all meant. Did he really like her or was it just actions out of pure instinct? He just knew doing this to Bonnie was wrong.
However when her hands were placed on his shoulders while he worked in his studio. He got extra happy thinking it was Y/N, but when he was met with Bonnie he felt a sense of disappointment?
Sitting at lunch with her while he mind ran rapidly. Pictures and thoughts only of Y/N eating away. Constantly having to ask Bonnie to repeat herself. Explaining he was stressed with his current workload and couldn’t focus. To Bonnie it was true but to him it was a blatant lie….
Bonnie talking about eventually moving in with Chris. Planning all these future vacations. And all Chris can think about is doing all this, but with Y/N. Feeling immediate guilt at this.
However he realized that Y/N was in his past. Yes he did have a crush on her for as long as he could remember. But she chose a different life and different friends. Simply because she came back after 12 years doesn’t mean he throws away his current life for what once was.
Chris really needed to speak with Y/N about this. They had their dinner Friday to celebrate the redesign with his photos, but he couldn’t seem to bring up the fact that what happened was a mistake.
He had gone to her office Monday morning as she was out for the day starting a new project, and it just seemed like they couldn’t catch up with each other. Missed calls from both sides and unanswered messages.
Y/N really wanted to talk to Chris too about what happened at the swing set, so she decided to head over to his apartment. Smiling the whole time because she finally realized why she should’ve never left Chris. And all these feelings were hitting her like a ton of bricks.
She knocked at his door with a wide grin waiting as she heard feet shuffling on the other side of the door.
The door swung open and to her surprise it was Bonnie.
“Hi” I said taken back
“Y/N right?” She said smiling
“Yeah!” I replied back
“I was just looking for Chris I really wanted to talk to him about something” I said looking behind her into the apartment
“Oh I’ll uh tell him you stopped by when he gets back” she said nodding at me
“Gets back?” I asked
“Oh he’s getting us dinner right now” she said nodding at me
“Oh okay” I said before stepping back
“Well bye” she said waving at me
“Bye” I said looking back at her before walking off
No matter how much we tried to communicate it was like the universe wanted to keep us apart. I shook my head, getting in my car and breaking down. Upset over ditching Chris for fake ass friends, upset for not admitting my feelings sooner, and upset that no matter how I felt Bonnie was who he wanted to be with.
The following day I paced my living room contemplating if I should even try and contact Chris again. It was a clear sign that I was not meant to be a part of his life anymore.
After some time of biting on my nails and walking back and forth I said fuck it and grabbed my keys. Getting in my car and racing to Chris' apartment.
Furiously knocking at his door praying that it was Chris on the other side and not Bonnie. Chewing my lip as I waited for him to open the door.
The door swung open and I felt immediate relief
“CHRIS” I shouted hugging him as he hugged back
“Come in” he said before shutting the door behind him
“I need to talk to you” I said to him
“Me too” he said scratching his neck
“Since that night at the park my mind has been racing with many thoughts. Thoughts I couldn’t even manage to think of, but I’m in love with you Chris” I said to him
“I…” he couldn’t even focus on what to say
“Chris, I am not the awful person that I know I was. I don’t even know that person. And I’d like to believe that if you knew that you wouldn’t be with Bonnie, but with me instead.” I said to him
“I’m not going to lie. I felt things for you these past times together that I didn’t know I could feel. But I just realized that a walk down memory lane doesn’t change the path I’m currently on” he said
“And why not?” I asked as tears stung my waterline
“Because we both moved on. We went separate ways. I chose Bonnie and I can’t just forget what her and I have” he replied
It was like daggers to my heart as I let tears fall.
“Don’t cry” he said walking up to me
“No, it’s okay I’ll be fine” I said smiling at him
“I uhh I found this picture of us from middle school and I want you to have it” he said walking over to his coffee table
I laughed a bit and wiped my eyes. He handed me the picture over. It was the both of us sitting at the beach. His arm slung over my shoulder as I made an annoyed face. It was our go to pose.
“Thank you” I said wiping my eyes again
He looked at me before swallowing thickly.
“Y/N I…..I’ve always loved you” he said looking down
My breathing caught in my throat at this.
“Fuck it! I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I love you so much and I have never been so sure about anything in my life than right now at this moment. You came in at such an unexpected time, but I want nothing more than to be with you” he said walking over to me
“Chris…” I started but he cut me off
He crashed his lips to mine wrapping his hands around my waist as our lips clashed together. My hands caressing his face as I smiled into the kiss.
Pulling away I looked at him.
“I’m so glad to be back in your life Chris” I said smiling at him
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” he stated as he kissed my forehead
Chris and I have been seeing each other for 5 months now. Breaking it off with Bonnie wasn’t easy, but he knew it had to be done. We spent so much time rekindling our friendship and taking so many pictures that now we’re clattered along his walls.
Who would’ve thought reading out to someone after 12 years would have fixed years of torture. And to that I say
Au Revoir
The End
God damn my thumbs hurt from all this writing, but I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote this as I watched 13 going on 30. It’s my comfort movie😩😩. Were so close to 1,900 followers and I’m so shook I love yall 🥹🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets imagines#christopher sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo x reader
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Jurassic Park - drabble request (scheduled upload).
Summary: Henry’s parenting skills get a brush up…
Pairings: AU!Dad!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC/Reader
Warnings: fluff, parenting/family life, banter/British humour, pet names, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.
WC: <600
A/N: Got a request for more dad!Henry fluff, not sure if it’s supposed to be based on my previous series or not but either way, thanks and please enjoy. **This is a scheduled upload, while all interactions continue to be appreciated, they can’t be responded too at this time.**
Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting.
Jurassic Park - drabble request.
She'd just come down to fetch the new novel she'd hoped to read in the bath, when a commotion sounded from the other room. "MUMMMMMMMY!!!" She sighed, tucked the book under her arm, and headed for the kitchen.
"What? What's going on?" Their son Hal was sitting at the table with his arms crossed and a thoroughly annoyed look on his face. Henry's eyes batted from him, to her, and back again.
"Mummy, I let Daddy have little bite of To… to… cerpops," both adults bit back a smile, "cos you say it good to share. But Daddy ate the wing! How it sposed to fly now?!"
"It can still fly! Just in a circle--"
"Daddy, shush--"
"But it's not like I ate the head! If I did it wouldn't have been able to fly at all--"
"Daddy, be quiet! Then what happened, Hal?"
"I say 'naughty Daddy,' and he laugh!" Henry quickly looked down, only just disguising a giggle.
"How did that make you feel, darling?"
"Cross!"
"And Daddy, how do you feel?"
"Honestly? Still a bit hungry--"
"HENRY--"
"What?! Besides, I shared half my peas--"
"Did Daddy apologise, Hal?"
"I was about to!" But she looked straight into his eyes and he immediately fell silent. Henry turned towards their boy. "I'm really sorry, Hal. Sometimes Daddy gets greedy and eats what he's not supposed to. Can you forgive me?" Their son smiled and patted him on the arm.
"That's okay Daddy, sometimes I greedy too." Hal stood on his chair so he could lean in for a cuddle. She couldn't help but smile.
"Right, Henry One, Henry Two, can I go back upstairs now?!"
"No! Mummy stay and have ice cream!" She struggled to know how to respond when Henry got up from the table.
"Not tonight Hal, Mummy needs some time out--"
"But she no in trouble!" Both adults laughed.
"Of course, not! Mummy's just tired, she's been very busy and taken care of us all day." Hal thought for a moment.
"But who take care of Mummy?" Henry smiled as he lifted him onto the breakfast counter.
"We do! And that also means giving her a break when she needs one. Now, what flavour would you like?" He opened the freezer drawer and pulled out a tub of Neapolitan ice cream.
"Silly Daddy! Want them all!" She quickly took the tub from his hands.
"You can both have two scoops each--"
"That's not fair!" They chimed. She shot Henry an exasperated look.
"Hal, clear your plate for Daddy then go play with Copper and Kal. I'll be in with your ice cream in a minute." He sighed but did as he was told, getting kisses on the head from both of them as he plodded off to the living room.
"Don't think you're getting an extra scoop just for that…"
"As if that was my intention!" They smirked at each other. "And why am I always Henry Two if I'm your husband?!"
"Because Henry One happens to be our son! And just how many dinosaurs did you eat off his plate?"
"Just half a Tocerpops!" She gave him a knowing look. "… As well as a rogue Pterodactyl and a couple of T-Rexs." She rolled her eyes.
"God help me. And if you eat any of his ice cream as well, God help you." She put the lid back on the tub and made for the stairs.
"Hey, there's no need to take it with you--"
"Course there is, otherwise I'd get none!"
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Go get your girl - Emily Prentiss
So I promised this yesterday but I literally rewrote half of it instead bcos I hated the way I wrote it, anyway it's finished now! I hope you all enjoy this, its been a while since I wrote for Emily, so bare with me if its bad :/
Summary: Tara convincing Emily to go get her girl :) Bcos shes tired of them not admitting it after seeing Emily rather jealous.
Warnings: None, just fluff (towards end)
You had been trying to focus at work all day, since this case that you and the team had uncovered about a network of serial killers. That must of formed as a way to communicate with each other during the pandemic. You'd been on a case today, but the unsub had killed himself, as Rossi stated the one in charge of this network was probably making them kill themselves once they were caught or if the team was getting close.
Because whoever was in charge knew the FBI were now involved, well the BAU. Emily had been trying so hard to speak to the higher ups about this, everything unfortuntely had to go through tht annoying guy, Director Bailey. She's expressed her annoyance to you these last three days nd you don't blame her.
It had gotten later and everyone decided to head home but contact each other if they had a theory or something else came up, like they usually do. You headed over to Emily's office, hoping that she wasn't too busy.
Knocking on her door "come in" she says, with a sigh. She seemed rather annoyed, and again you wouldn't blame her. But now you felt bad that you were interrupting something. You opened the door and stepped in anyway. The moment Emily saw it was you, she looked up and gave you a smile. Her mood seemed to have completely changed whenever you've stepped into the room these passing few days, and honestly it was the same with you.
The thing on your mind was probably something you shouldn't speak to your boss about but Emily was also a close friend and the two of you were always there for each other when needed. Hell, she called you nearly everyday when the pandemic hit, the whole team did sometimes. Considering neither of you could really see each other in person at that time.
You tried to stay calm, but that went out of the window the moment you paced up and down in front of her desk. "Y/n, are you alright. Please sit down, you're going to give yourself a headache" Emily mentions, you sigh and stand still as best you could.
"Whats on that beautiful mind of yours?" Emily smiled again. You tried to hide the fact you blushed a little when she said that, but it wasn't working well. Why were you going on this date when the woman you really want is right in front of you? Maybe because she doesn't feel the same, or because you can't exactly date someone you work with without many complications...or maybe its because an old friend set you up with this woman for this date tonight. And now it seems too late to cancel, because this woman was one of her friends, there wasn't even a spark with you the first time you met.
"Well first of all I wanted to check up on you. So, how're you doing Emily?" You asked, sitting on her desk in front of her. Emily let out a sigh of hesitation, and you knew she was clearly stressed about something, this case and the higher ups saying that they don't have enough evidence or leway, as Director Bailey has told her, again.
"As good as I can be right now, this case and on top of trying to get good enough evidence of a serial killer network...its stressful but I can do it" Emily mentions. You give her a soft smile, sympathising with the older woman. God, shes so beautiful. You thought. You wished that you could just tell her how you felt. You're a grown adult why is it so hard?
"If anyone can do it, I know that you section chief Emily Prentiss can" you smiled, making Emily chuckle and also playfully roll her eyes at you. That file she was looking at? Completely forgotten about now, ever since you walked into the room in fact. Emily's attention was on you.
"Em, if you're busy we can just talk later" you mention, realising.
"I'm never too busy for you, Y/n. You know that. So whats going on?" Emily replies, questioning you again.
"Its just that I have a date tonight, with this woman an old friend set me up with. I've met her once but theres just no spark between us, she seems to think so and I can't even cancel the date without feeling awful because shes been gushing to my friend about it. Its just theres someone else...and I can't get her off my mind" you admitted.
Emily's expression changed, there seemed to be a hint of sadness in her eyes and although the older woman thought Y/n wouldn't notice, she certainly did. "Oh, you don't have to feel bad for wanting to cancel Y/n. Just text her and explain that you didn't feel anything and maybe just want to be friends." Emily adds.
"But my friend set us up and I don't want to seem, disappointing, does that make sense?" you chuckled, you wanted to move on from Emily, even though she doesn't know you like her that way, but you also wanted to tell her. So what if you liked this other woman...but also still liked Emily? You'd feel awful because you know what your heart wants.
"Then your friend isn't a very good friend if she feels that way about you wanting to cancel on this woman. Y/n, you're smart, caring, funny and not to mention beautiful." Emily mused, making you blush even harder.
"Emily, stop." You chuckled, nervously. You so badly wanted to kiss Emily right now despite still being at work. "What, I'm just telling the truth" she chuckles, giving you a smirk. "Okay, I should go, can I text you tonight?" You asked.
"Y/n, honey, you can text me anytime of the day" Emily smiles. "Okay, Em, I love you." You says, trying to make it sound friendly, when you really meant it as in 'I am very much in love with you' but you don't think the older woman caught on. When, really, she did. "I love you to, now go on that date" the 'I love you' was enthusiastic but the part about the date you were going on tonight didn't. Maybe Emily does love you, to some extent. She seemed upset about it nd now jealous.
Tara was outside of Emily's office when you both exchanged those words. She stepped in to see Emily' look on her face, upset and jealousy was very visible on her right now. "What the hell was that?" Tara asked, seriously.
"What do you mean 'what the hell' was that?" Emily replied, trying to play it off. Although the older silver-haired woman should know by now that Tara can read her expressions very well and tell what shes feeling when Y/n is involved. "You and Y/n. Emily. I'm not stupid, I can tell how you both feel about each other" Tara chuckles.
"I don't have feelings for Y/n in that way" Emily says, but defensively.
"Right." Tara adds.
"I don't" Emily says, as a statement. "Emily if you love Y/n just tell her. I know it can be complicated considering you both work here and you're also one of her bosses. But its been so obvious these passed few years I've been here. The glances, the smiles, the way you hold her hand sometimes, or just hold her in your arms when she needs it. Y/n does all the same for you and its obvious." Tara mentions. Emily rolls her eyes at her, but she knew Tara was right.
"Now please for the love of everything go kiss your girl" Tara chuckles. "Oh, did you also think that I didn't know about the time you and Y/n got so drunk you made out with her on Penelope' couch in front of her and JJ, and they had to tell you about it because neither of you could remember? Yeah, she told me about that, which was before I joined the team." Tara adds.
"Of course she did. Tara, you know it isn't that simple." Emily adds, sadness in her voice. "It seemed to me when she walked out your door that she hoped you would stop her and do somethin'." Tara mentions.
"Do us all a favour and go tell her already, if you don't its going to eat away at you and you will regret it. Because, Emily I know you." Tara adds. Emily sighs again, her friend is right she needs to tell her. Because if Emily doesn't tell Y/n now, she will regret it for the rest of her life and slowly have to watch Y/n fall in love with someone else, the way JJ did. She can't have that again.
So, Emily stands up "Tara, I hate that you're right. I need to do this. So thank you." Emily chuckles.
"You're welcome Emily, now hurry up. I say you have a minute before shes probably in her car." Tara adds. With that Emily quickly grabs her stuff and heads to the elevator. Pulling out her phone and texting Y/n.
'Y/n, are you still in the parking lot?'
Y/n, texts back: 'Yeah, why whats up?'
'Stay there and go over to my car I'll be down in a minute'
You waited for Emily by her car, you didn't bring yours as you got a lift from Luke earlier. So, if this was Emily offering you a ride home then you were grateful. You thought about texting her again until you felt a hand pull you, turning around it was Emily. And before you could even say anything, the older womans lips were against yours, kissing you, you tasted the hint of the vanilla lip balm she was wearing.
You were shocked at first, not knowing what to do with yourself, but one thing you knew was that you didn't want to pull away. So, you kissed Emily back, with much more need to add to the already heated kiss. You were lucky the place was practically empty, with only Tara and Luke finishing some things up.
Emily smirked into the kiss and then pulled away, you were catching your breath as best you could "wow" you breathed out.
"Y/n I should have said this sooner, but I love you and way more than just a friend." Emily chuckled. Hoping that she wasn't too late now.
"I love you too Emily, more than a friend" you added. You didn't give her anytime to speak as your lips connected with hers once again, and your back had hit the hood of her car. "Shit, Em we're going to set off your cars alarm" you chuckled as you kissed her.
Emily pulled back again "I can forget that date with that person for sure, I'd much rather go on a date with you" you added. Knowing that you were now going to cancel that date with that other woman, Emily smiled.
You cancelled that date, and then got into Emily' car with her. Emily looked at you with a smirk "so, how about we drive back to yours, you get some spare clothes, we order food and watch some movies?" Emily adds.
You groaned "that sounds so much better than going to a fancy resturant. Especially since I'm doing this with you" you added. You felt Emily's hand on your thigh, as she squeezed it. If she puts her hand up any higher she is sure to notice how hot she made you feel. "The team is gonna all be like 'finally" Emily chuckles.
"Yeah well it took us long enough" you laughed, making Emily agree with you on that. Only took them both a few years, but here they are finally admitting it in this moment.
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