#i type the way i speak in my head and usually that means no pauses no breaks everything flows like word vomit i apologize if things
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ok not to be like he’s just like me fr…. but chayanne is just like me fr…..
i’m also the oldest child with one younger sibling who needed a lot more care when we were kids and therefore was deprived of certain needs in favor of my brother. i also had a parent that was missing a lot and depended almost solely on my dad. obviously tallulah needs more help than chay, with her asthma and lesser fighting skills, not to mention she had only been playing minecraft for like a month? or two before wilbur found her. and chay knows that! he knows that she needs more help than he does he knows he’ll do anything for her he knows he has to be the strongest to protect her. my brother and i are only a year apart but i was forced to grow up very very quickly bc i was on my own a lot as a kid while my brother was sick. phil doesn’t worry abt chay when he runs off bc he doesn’t need to, chay can take care of himself. hell, he took care of all the eggs when they first left. but at the same time, it’s comforting to know ur parent is looking out for u even when u don’t need it. phil’s not a smothering parent, he’s attentive, but not smothering. but let’s be real he can also be emotionally constipated LMAO but that leads to situations like the argument and frustration between chay and tallulah when dapper was kidnapped. in his defense, he’s never been a parent before and had 2 children thrust upon him to raise on his own. he didn’t have a lot of time to adjust to parenthood like ppl in real life do, he suddenly had 2 children who had their own thoughts and opinions and emotional needs, he didn’t get the time it takes to LEARN abt how to provide that specific care and while some ppl have that innate knowledge there is a lot of learning and navigating when it comes to emotional vulnerability and regulation esp when it comes to children who are figuring it out as well. i feel for chay when he thinks he needs to be the strongest. i feel for chay when he had to make the decision to gather the eggs and leave. i feel for chay when he had to take blame for bad things happening. and i feel for chay when he realized tallulah doesn’t need him as much anymore. my brother and i are both adults now and we had a …… tumultuous relationship as teenagers for reasons that were both our own and caused by problems outside our control. but i still remember exactly how devastating it was the moment i realized that he was fine on his own. that he didn’t need me anymore. and it caused a rift between us; on my end bc i was frustrated and felt tossed aside and on his end bc he NEEDED to be independent to keep growing. i see so much of myself in chay and i desperately wish he and tallulah had a better mediator for their argument, or at least someone who could truly understand why they were so upset. i don’t think phil clocked that tallulah was so upset and adamant abt looking for dapper bc it was just her dapper and ramon surviving on their own. just bc phil didn’t witness it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen and it doesn’t mean that they don’t have a much tighter relationship than they had before purgatory. and when chayanne said everyone was blaming him for the decisions he made phil was quick to tell him that no one was blaming him but also phil doesn’t know that! he doesn’t know if any blame was put on chayanne when it was just the eggs together. chayanne made the decision for the eggs to run and they trusted him bc he’s the oldest and he’s strong and he can be a leader but by running he also put the eggs thru a lot of pain and fear that they may not have gone thru if they stayed with their parents. and even if the eggs didn’t explicitly say that they blamed chayanne im sure he blamed himself for every little thing that went wrong. we’ve already seen him open up a tiny bit abt how he was questioning his decision to leave. but phil told him that chay made the best decision he could have given the information he had at the time which is true! but when ur the oldest and everyone is looking to u, all of the responsibility lies on ur shoulders. chayanne has been carrying SO much weight on his shoulders for so long it breaks my heart.
#lex.txt#qsmp chayanne#qsmp tallulah#qsmp#i have so much more i could say abt chayanne tallulah and their relationship but unfortunately ! i am not allowed to write more than this#please excuse my rambling run on sentences and lack of proper punctuation#i type the way i speak in my head and usually that means no pauses no breaks everything flows like word vomit i apologize if things#don’t make sense#i think if this was happening when i was younger i wouldn’t have all these feelings but like#my brother has a toddler that i’ve been helping raise since he was born#that is MY baby i spend the most time with him he’s the closest to me out of anyone#and i think that if i didn’t have any parenting experience i would also handle things a lot like how phil does#i think the several years of therapy have also helped with my parenting LOL#anyways i wrote this a while back and it’s been sitting in my drafts#chay is so sacrificial and i think a lot of it comes from phil putting pressure on him to be strong#he literally said he should’ve been the one to die instead of empanada!!!!! he thinks the eye attacks are his fault#i just wish he could be a kid and do the things he wants to do without worrying that he or his siblings will die#poor sweet boy :( he shouldn’t be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders but he doesn’t think he has the option not to
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12:45am — gojo satoru ;
“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.
“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”
“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”
shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."
shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”
“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”
shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.
"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”
“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”
you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”
“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.
you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.
yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.
seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.
with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”
“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"
yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.
your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.
when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.
his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”
“morning. what’s with you?”
gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”
your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”
“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”
“you sure?”
“i am.”
you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”
“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”
“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”
“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”
you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”
“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”
you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”
“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"
“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”
gojo leans forward. “yes?”
“crazy.”
he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.
you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”
gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”
“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.
he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.
you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.
the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.
“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.
gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”
“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”
gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.
gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.
“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”
he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”
“yeah?”
“and calm?”
you nod. “more than you, at least.”
“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”
the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”
“oh my god, you do.”
“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”
“you think getou’s great?”
“don’t you?”
“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”
"what are you even saying?"
"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"
baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”
gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”
the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.
“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.
“nothing!”
“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.
getou blinks.
“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”
“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”
“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”
"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."
"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."
you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.
subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.
something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.
you look away hastily and inhale.
gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.
getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”
“nothing.” gojo says.
getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.
gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”
at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.
yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"
“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”
“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”
your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?
slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.
did that mean…?
someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?
you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.
seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.
no, maybe you were wrong after all.
just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.
oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.
gojo has a crush on getou.
filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"
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PINK SLIPS | CLARISSE LA RUE
pairing: clarisse la rue x female!reader
summary: clarisse keeps her distance following the capture the flag incident.
word count: 1.1k
author's note: happy valentine's day week! here is my gift to you all, part two to shapeshift 💘💘
i. you blew me a kiss in the class that she skips
Stacy used to never show up for archery practices, but recently, she had taken to accompanying you just to sit nearby and watch.
After the Capture the Flag incident, it seemed as though Stacy was around even more than usual. You liked her, you really did, she was your girlfriend, after all… but you also liked your alone time and space.
Speaking of space, Clarisse was giving you a lot of that lately. It’s not like the two of you were ever that close, but you thought that after she saved you, she would at least acknowledge you here and there.
Instead, Clarisse had been skipping practices and camp activities, so much so that a small pile of pink slips had begun to accumulate on her bedside table. (You heard this from a friend of yours who happened to also be in Ares cabin).
After hitting the target once again, you looked over to see Stacy blowing you a kiss. You sighed, feeling sorrowful all of a sudden. You must have looked cold, because before you knew it, your girlfriend was running up to you and draping her sweater over your arms. “Here, sweet girl,” she smiled.
You smiled back, admiring the flawless makeup on her face and the way her hair fell perfectly down her back. Stacy’s eyeliner was always colored in the lines, sharp.
ii. you write me love letters, while she gets pink slips
For a child of Aphrodite, it was like every day was Valentine’s Day. So when you found a love letter addressed to you on your bed in the middle of July, you didn’t blink twice. Your heart, however, did skip a beat when you read “From your secret admirer…”
Without hesitation, you ripped the envelope open and your eyes immediately darted to the signature at the bottom. “Xoxo, Stacy.”
Your body relaxed and the rational part of your brain took over. What were you thinking? Of course, this letter was from your girlfriend, who you liked very much. You had very strong feelings for her. She was wonderful, and perfect, and nothing like–
You wouldn’t even let yourself finish the rest of your thought. That would be entirely unfair to Stacy, who had done nothing but smother you with love and affection since the two of you started going out.
Okay, maybe smother wasn’t the best word for it. It wasn’t Stacy’s fault that her love language just happened to be grandeur and overbearing displays of affections, right? You should be grateful that at least you had someone.
In theory, your relationship was all perfect.
iii. but perfect’s never been my type
“I don’t see what the big deal is, she’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, trying to explain to your girlfriend that you were going to hang out with another camper.
“From the Ares cabin!” Stacy rebutted.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“She’s also in that cabin.” You paused, it would appear that you weren’t the only one that had been thinking about Clarisse.
“Okay, that’s not fair. She saved me one time during Capture the Flag, it didn’t mean anything,” you shook your head, as if to force the memory of Clarisse’s eyes scanning your body out of your mind.
“Oh, sure. And her suddenly disappearing around camp means nothing too?”
“Are you keeping tabs on her now?”
“She’s not good for you, Y/N. She would never be as good to you as I am.” Stacy inched closer with every word that came out of her mouth.
“Are you though? Good to me?” Every thought of Clarisse gave you the confidence to speak your mind.
Stacy looked hurt, like she had taken a punch to the gut. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re around, like all the time. I’m not saying I don’t like being with you, because I do, but now I can’t even hang out with my friends without you there? I need my space.”
If Stacy knew that there was something more you weren’t letting on, she didn’t show it.
“You want space? Okay, we’re done.” The next second, she was out of your cabin and running toward the forest.
iv. i’m a sucker for the wicked
Since the breakup, you had taken to embracing your newly reinstated alone time. Today was unusually warm, so you decided to soak in the sun by the water. After setting up your picnic blanket, now for one, you laid down and opened a book you had been meaning to start for a while.
You didn’t get very far before a shadow cast itself over the pages, causing you to get up. “Hey, what are you—?”
“Relax, pretty girl. It’s just me.” Clarisse smiled at you. You immediately sat back down. The two of you settled into quiet.
You took the opportunity to admire her features. It had only been a few weeks since you were last face-to-face, but something about her had changed. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or no– the way her eyes….
“How have you been?” She broke the silence.
“Uh… good. And you?”
“Not bad, I heard about the breakup.”
“Oh, thanks.”
“I didn’t say sorry.” Clarisse grinned, but you could tell she meant it. “I never liked her very much.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
Now, the two of you were laughing, together for once. You felt light, free, for the first time in months. The slight breeze made Clarisse's curls over her shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” you asked.
“You want an honest answer?”
You nodded. You were tired of staring at your ceiling at night and wondering if there was ever anything between the two of you.
“After that Capture the Flag game, I realized that my feelings for you weren’t going away. But I also thought that Stacy wasn’t going away either, so I had to give you your distance. It was more for me, than anyone, I’m sorry if that was selfish.”
“Clarisse…”
“You don’t have to say you like me back or anything, I know I’m not your type. But I don’t think I can move on without letting you know first–”
“Clarisse,” you interrupted her. “Stop.”
She stared at you with her brown eyes and smudged mascara. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this about Stacy, about anyone. Looking over to your side, you pluck a daisy out of the ground and carefully place it behind Clarisse’s hair.
“I like you too, tough girl.”
You make a mental reminder to make fun of her for blushing later, but right now, she looks perfect. You take advantage of her flustering and lean in to connect your lips with hers.
Clarisse is fairly sure she’s made an eternal enemy out of Aphrodite now, but she couldn’t care less. She just leans in to deepen the kiss, biting at your bottom lip gently.
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Act Cool, Senpai! (Geto Suguru x reader)
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Geto-san takes a liking to his cute kouhai, He wonders if he looks good to you.
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2nd Entry.
First part here. Third part here.
Masterlist.
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Nowadays, Geto finds himself taking a longer time fixing his hair in the mirror.
Usually, he’d tie his hair up in a bun once, fix a few strands here and there, grab his school bag, and leave. But it was his fourth time trying to tame his dark locks and he hadn't even realizes it until he was getting mildly frustrated at himself.
He stops.
Geto lets his arms down to rest for a moment while looking back at the pair of small eyes in the mirror. What's gotten into him? He was never the type to worry about his looks. Sure, he's more of the concerned hygienic type - he's more concerned with being clean and smelling good - which are just common sense, rather than thinking if people thought his hair bun was tied up in the right way or not.
No, not people. He's suddenly thinking of you, tilting your head to the side, "Geto-san, your hair's a mess today."
He shakes his thoughts away.
No, looks were more like something Gojo would concern himself with. He recalls the time when his classmate would be all up in his face, bearing his teeth and asking him if they all looked perfectly aligned. He groans at the memory.
Suddenly, the door to his dorm room slides open to reveal the said classmate, his shoulders slouched with the weight of his eyelids. He looks half awake.
"Suguru...? Why weren't you outside my dorm yet?" Gojo yawns.
"I was just about to get you, you know." He starts doing his hair again, this time not bothering to look in the mirror. "I was just...uh, looking for my hair tie."
"Oh, okay. By all means, please, take your time. I'm not very eager to go see our mutt-looking sensei."
"Satoru, that's not very nice."
The other blows a raspberry at him.
Geto finishes tying his hair up and collects his things. He pauses and looks at Gojo right when he is just about to pass him through the doorway.
"What?"
"Satoru, how do I look?"
Geto's simple question was met with a wide-eyed Gojo, staring at him with what looked like a bewildered expression - like he had done something as strange as turn his head all the way back like an owl would.
"I mean,” Gojo finally starts, “...you look with your eyes."
The raven-haired teen glares daggers at him.
"I don't know man, what do you want me to say?! You look...the same? I don't know. Why? Did you do something with your face or? Gasp! - did you finally use that face cream I was talking about? Is it good?"
At this point, he was continuously bombarded with follow-up questions about a skin care product Geto paid no mind to, along with him being rocked back and forth by the tall man's hands on his shoulders. Geto eventually swats his arms off of him.
"Forget it, you’re no help at all."
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The third period comes by and Geto internally curses at himself when he hasn’t had the time to check himself in between classes, because here you are, already standing at the doorway. He hears his heartbeat in his ears as he watches how your face shows your confusion mixed with a bit of nervousness, eyes darting around the room.
“Hello, excuse me. . . “ You speak up in a small voice. “But may I know where Ieiri-san is?”
Gojo lifts his head from where it was resting in his arms, “I’ll tell you if you gots some candy on ya.”
“Satoru,” Geto warns. His classmate was notoriously known for messing with his juniors. Not even his seniors were safe.
“Whhhaatt? I’m just talking to her. Hey, you. Don’t just stand there, come in here.”
Feeling self-conscious, he sinks further into his seat as you take up on Gojo’s offer, hesitantly strolling next to your senior as he removes his arms from the teacher’s table.
“No, seriously, you got candy on you? I’m bored out of my mind here.”
“Only if you tell me where Ieiri-san is.” You put air on your left cheek, making you look like a chipmunk.
Geto just might die from how adorable you look.
“Well - “
“She was called to the infirmary by Yaga-sensei,” He finally cuts in, much to Gojo’s dismay. “A few of the Junior Sorcerers came back from a mission and need medical attention so she was called in on short notice.”
“You’re no fun, Suguru.”
“Oh, I see. . . “ You drift off, looking at him then somewhere out the window. “I guess I’ll go to class on my own then. Thank you. Also, here,” You hand a few pieces of peppermint candy to Gojo, who immediately snatches them away from you.
“None for me?” Geto teases.
You smile and then approach his seat.
Act cool, Geto thinks. Act cool - shit.
“Here you go, senpai. I have a lot more so you can have this much.” You cup the few pieces of candy in both of your hands, presenting them to the raven-head, to which he reaches a palm out to accept them. At the exchange, he can see how his one hand is much bigger compared to your two small ones. He also notices how soft and clean yours looks. He also doesn’t miss the way a shiver runs up his skin when your fingers graze his.
Your senior looks up at you with that gentle smile of his, “Aren’t you sweet? Thank you for this.”
He feels a bit guilty taking these from you when he’s not much of a sweet tooth himself - he only learned to eat sweets through Gojo - but he’d be lying if he didn’t want to keep these treats in his pockets and carry them around forever.
Is that weird?
“You know what? How about I walk you to class as a way of saying thank you?”
Gojo groans, “Noooooo, don’t leave me heeerre - “
“Shut up, Satoru.”
You flail your hands in front of you,” Ah - Geto-san, t-that’s real nice of you b -but you don’t need to! It’s okay. Plus, you might be late to your next class.”
Geto can only smile at you as a facade of his nervousness, “It’s okay, there’ll be a delay since our next teacher might be aiding in the Junior’s mission reports. I’m also gonna need to stretch my legs.”
“Okay…” You look down at your shoes and twiddle with your hands. “Well then, if it’s alright with you, then I don’t mind the company.”
“Are you just gonna leave me here then?”
With a tsk, he gives Gojo his phone, “Go play games on my phone.”
“What am I, a kid? You think I’m just gonna - ooooh you got a few new ones in here.”
Now that Gojo’s distracted, he takes the opportunity to put his hand on your shoulder, urging you to start walking out of the classroom.
“Let’s go?”
You start to nod only to freeze for a moment, staring at something over his head. Without warning, you reach a hand up and pat down a stray hair from on top of Geto’s head. It was like you were giving him head pats. It was his turn to freeze.
“There. Let’s go, Geto-san.”
I think I should mess my hair up a bit more.
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Later that day. . .
“Kento, Geto-san was so cool today. He troubled himself to walk me to my next class.”
“So?”
“Isn’t our senapi so nice?”
Your classmate Nanami, only shrugs at you, never tearing his eyes away from the book he was reading.
“You’re so cold.”
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Can you do a scenario or headcanon where Aemond finds out his wife takes moon tea because she overheard him say he doesn't want children
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“I can’t remember a time of ever liking Father,” Aemond said.
Aegon sat back in his seat and looked at his brother. He had finally managed to get a few drinks in him. Trying to ease his nerves at the end of their long week of tense council meetings. The conversation had all too quickly turned to their father.
“I don’t remember people especially hating him, though. Viserys the Peaceful and all that,” Aegon responded, he then took a swig of his ale.
“Well, there were people who liked him somewhat as a King, but as our father he-“
“Oh, he was shit.”
“Well, yeah,” Aemond nodded, a smirk teasing on his lips.
The silence that then grew between them moved from humorous to melancholic.
Aemond sighed then said “Y/N and I are trying.”
“I do not need to hear about where you are spilling your-“
“I know! I mean to say I’ve been thinking about it ... The type of father I would be.”
Aegon looks at his brother again.
Aemond continues speaking.
“Sometimes I think it’s simple because of course we’ll have children. It’s our duty to produce heirs. To continue the Valyrian line. To bind our houses. To secure allyship for generations to come,” Aemond didn’t mention the other more personal reasons he wanted to bond to you in this way, “Once in a blue moon there are these other moments where I think to myself, am I ready though? To produce a person. I do want to be present, but what if I fuck up? At my lowest I’d think-“
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You padded across the hall, making your way back to your chambers. You longed for your husband's embrace and a restful sleep.
You catch the sound of his voice.
“I don’t want this.”
You hear a waver in his voice. Whatever he was saying he had not expressed to you. It was wrong, still you couldn’t help but lean in.
“I don’t want children.”
Your face fell.
“There’s all this pressure to-“
You’ve heard too much, you thought to yourself and stride off.
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Days pass.
You notice Aemond had grown colder and distanced since you overheard his confession.
You have since requested moon tea from the Maesters. You wanted to rid him of this burden. He was not ready and you forced the idea of a child upon him all too quickly, you thought.
You felt guilty. You felt hollow as you laid on your side in your shared bed. He would soon enter the room as well. The hour was late. Only the moonlight illuminated his path to the bed.
You felt the mattress shift beneath you and he positioned himself in his usual spot. You were faced away from him. It was as if his mere presence burned into your back.
“I need you to look at me, Issa jorrāelagon” My love.
You took a deep breath. You sat up. You looked at him, but then quickly down at your hands.
“Why is it I hear first from anyone, but yourself about … taking a moon tea?”
You didn’t know how to respond.
“Do you not want this? Do you not- did I do anything to- do you still love me?”
“Yes I do!” you turn to him now.
“Then what is it? Tell me!” he never raised his voice like this, never at you, not once. It wasn’t in anger, but desperation.
“I heard you!”
He furrowed his eyebrows.
“In the- I was in the corridor. I heard you say that you didn’t want children.”
He looked confused. He paused.
“And what else did you hear or was that the whole of it?” He said his voice was quieter again, even softer than usual.
You shook your head.
“It’s all I needed to hear,” you look down again, playing with your hands in your lap. You jaw clenched trying to hide any semblance of emotion.
“I have not told you, but-“ he pauses, “ I am scared.”
“Scared?”
“I want to be good enough for them, for you both. What if I'm not?”
You look at him.
“I know how I felt about my father. I don’t want them to feel that way about me-“
You turn to him and climb on his lap. You bring your hands to his face and prop his head up to look at you.
“You need to tell me these things husband,” you look him in the eye.
His face softens at your words.
“I don’t want to let you down in all this,” his voice is quiet.
“You wouldn’t! You realize this?” you shake your head and smile at him, “your worry proves that your care. That’s better than most men in positions similar to yours.”
“Do you think?” he questions.
“You will be an amazing father, my love. Our babes will love you for all you are and you them.”
“So you want a baby with me?”
“I do.”
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Replaced part two
Omg I’m so upset- it won’t let me tag like anyone with dashes in their name at allll soooo if you commented on that post I am so so so sorry I couldn’t tag you guys
Type: one shot turned more
Part: 2/2
Part 1 here
Masterlist here
Pairing: Azriel x reader/ mystery character x reader
Seriously guys thank you so much- I’m so glad that the first part had so much love and I hope this one is just as good.
“So, what did you need my love?” I lean down to kiss my fiancés temple. He’s stressed, I can tell. His fingers tap away in rhythm with his foot. “Baby- what’s going on? Why are you so stressed?” My hands run down the length of his arms in a soothing motion. “How can I help you?”
The new high lord of autumn’s head meets my shoulder, a small smile gracing his lips. His head raises till his lips meet mine in a soft kiss. “Baby I need you to sit down.” His smile disappears as soon as it came and I frown, moving to the seat on the other side of his desk. I raise my brows expectantly as his hands move to reach mine. “Love- we have a high lords meeting in two weeks time. They have requested it be held here in order to see how I’m handling the court now.”
“Ok? And?”
“Darling I want to introduce you as the new high lady of Autumn. I want you come along.” He sighs, “it means you will have to see all of them again.”
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I breath for a moment, thinking about it, it’s been nearly five years since I left, the last time I saw any of them was the battle with Hybern, and even then Eris kept me mostly away from them so that I wasn’t distracted. “I’ll go.”
“Are you sure darling?”
“Very. I want them to see me as the high lady of autumn. Not the girl that left all that time ago.”
He smirks his signature smirk, pride filling his eyes. “Very well. Shall we begin planning?”
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Everyone has finally arrived- or what is usually everyone, confusion sets in as Eris seems to sit in waiting, an empty chair beside him at the head of the table. “Are we waiting for someone Eris?”
“Yes actually. Shell be here any moment, she likes making an entrance.” Something bothers Azriel with the way the high lord smirks. He didn’t know who was going to walk through that door but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it.
The door swings open, a woman stepping through, decked in a gorgeous burnt orange dress, green and gold accents around her body, a golden crown, one looking like leaves woven together rests on her head. As her eyes catch Eris’ she smiles. “Sorry I’m late. Hope you haven’t started without me.” She surveys the room before stepping towards the empty seat. Eris stands, going to pull it out with one hand and take hers on his other. The pause for a moment, facing the table together.
“Everyone. I’d like you to meet my fiance and the high lady of the Autumn court. Some of you may already know her.”
As the female turns to kiss Eris, it clicks for Azriel. “Yn.” He can’t help but gasps and that is when it finally hits the inner circle of the night court.
“Hello guys. Long time no see.”
Cassian speaks this time, his brows furrowed and mouth agape, “you- your with him? Your the high the high lady?”
“Yes, in fact our wedding is next month. I am terribly excited. Especially after being named the high lady of Autumn.” She and Eris sit finally, hands staying tied together
An agony Azriel has never felt tears through him as he stares at his mate. She looks back to him as he gasps, clenching his chest wildly.
“Azriel. I’d like to get through my first meeting as high lady. So if you could stop…flailing. That would be preferred.” Yn clears her throat before turning to the others at the table. “I’ve seen some things. I see Koshei. I thought we took care of our issues with him, however I-“
The meeting continues, the night court still trying to process the news. After the meeting is finished, the high lords are given a walk through of the new Autumn court. “Yn. Yn can we speak please.” It was towards the end of the tour, courts had been led to where they’d be staying, only the inner circle trailed behind, minus Morrigan and Cassian who had been dropped off to their respective rooms.
I choose to ignore the shadowsinger, instead stopping at the next door and turn back to Rhysand and Feyre, “You two will be staying here. This castle works much like the house of wind. It will cater to you, we do tend keep things much warmer here for obvious reasons so if you are uncomfortable with the temperature just say the word and it will be brought down by the house.”
“Goodnight Yn.” I nod before turning back to lead the final male to where he’d be staying, Eris never leaving my side. We barely make it three steps down the hall before I feel Rhsyand pry at my mental walls.
‘What do you want Rhysand.’
‘You should talk to him Yn. He’s been devastated since you left and see you with Eris killed him I-‘
I shut it down. I don’t want to hear some sob story from my mate who didn’t even want me till I was gone. “You will be staying here Azriel. What I said to Rhysand and Feyre goes the same for you.”
Me and Eris turn to leave before I’m grabbed by the arm. “Wait. Yn can we please just talk.”
Eris growls. “Get your filthy hands off my fucking finance.”
The shadowsinger seems to get just as upset, opening his mouth to speak before I rip my arm from his grasp and turn, a glare resting on my features.
“Don’t you fucking dare! You have no right- no fucking right to get angry at my fiancée! Do you understand, you didn’t want me and I don’t fucking want you so go wallow in your self pity but stay the hell away from me!” Eris rubs soothing circles on my arm, a glare that could kill sent towards the shadowsinger as he grabs me, winnowing us to our room.
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Sooo I hope this lives up to your guys’ expectations!
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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader
Summary: Oliver is invited to Saltburn by your twin brother Felix and after the first dinner things get a little heated.
CW: SFW!! kissing, bad language, mention of sexual content (not much)
WC: 2.1k
warning: i am dyslexic so don’t expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don’t autocapitalise my words
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being a Catton had many advantages, a never ending list of friends, money, a level of smartness that seemed to be genetic, and sex. lots of sex. my brother, Felix, knows this too well. Felix Catton, my twin brother, is, for a use of better words, a whore. a new girl on his arm every single night. although recently there has been less women and more of a certain man. a very handsome man. Oliver Quick is his name, i had been told by my friend, and one of Felix’s little fuck buddy’s, Veronica. Oliver Quick is a beautiful man, not the type that Felix would usually hang out with. Oliver Quick is a nerd, a man who always has his head in a textbook, a man with glasses, a man who hangs out with Michael Gavey for fucks sake. he is beautiful, a loony, but beautiful nonetheless. when Felix had told me Oliver would accompany us back to Saltburn for the summer with our cousin Farleigh Start, i had almost choked on the very air i was breathing. this information became known to me three months after i had first seen Felix and Oliver together in the pub with Felix’s group of dimwit friends. poor Oliver is going to be eaten alive, Saltburn is going to eat him alive.
two months later.
Saltburn never ceases to amaze me, it’s the home i’ve lived in all my life and yet every time i’m here it feels like the first time. i’m sitting by the pond when Felix comes behind me and scares me. i scream and hit him in the chest when he crouches to my level.
‘Ollie is looking around. when he gets here be nice,’ he warns me with a straight face.
‘i’m always nice. it’s mum you have to worry about,’ i roll my eyes, ‘let’s not forget Venetia too, she’s been anticipating his arrival after your little description of the poor boy.’
Felix sits beside me, ‘i’ve told Venetia, no more Eddie situations. i do not want to lose another friend,’ he sighs.
‘if you do, you’ve still got me,’ i nudge his side with my shoulder, ‘you know, twin sister, built in best friend.’
he chuckles and puts an arm around my shoulders. the both of us stare at the pond until we hear a voice.
‘Felix? Felix, where are you?’ Oliver.
‘over here mate,’ Felix shouts over his shoulder, Oliver soon appears from the side of the house and he sits with Felix and i.
‘this house is,’ there is a pause, ‘beautiful’ Oliver lets out a sigh.
my lip quirks up, ‘Felix given you the tour yet?’
‘yeah. when i first got here,’ his Scouse accent is strong, a stark contrast to Felix and i’s.
‘you meet Venetia or mum and dad yet?’ i question.
Felix flicks my ear, a scowl on his face, ‘leave him alone. enough of the questions.’
i roll my eyes and shut my mouth.
‘no i haven’t. Felix told me to watch out for Venetia,’ Oliver speaks up after a moment of silence, ‘said she has been parading herself round all morning in hopes of finding me, whatever that means.’
‘it means she wants to fuck you, Ollie,’ Felix grits out harshly.
i hit him in his side and he lets out a huff, moving his arm from around my shoulder and to where i hit him. Oliver laughs at the two of us and the sound makes me smile a little myself.
‘Sir Felix, Madam y/n,’ Duncan speaks up from behind the three of us, making Oliver jolt, ‘your mother has requested that the three of you get ready for dinner.’
‘no problem Duncan we will go now,’ Felix waves off our butler and stands.
he lifts a hand in my direction and i grab it for him to pull me up. he does so and the same is done for Oliver. we all part ways once back in the house and go to our respective rooms. i decide on a blue dress for dinner, an elegant dress. it hugs my curves and finishes just above my knee, its off the shoulder and used to be my mothers. she had given it to me as a birthday present. she knew id always dreamed of owning a dress like this. i look at myself in the body length mirror and spray a little perfume on my neck. a knock has me looking from my reflection to the oak door of my bedroom. i make my way over and open up to see Oliver on the other side, looking sheepish.
‘uh, Felix left me in my room to get changed and he, uh, left. i don’t know where the dining room is,’ he averts his gaze to the floor.
‘it’s okay, i get lost sometimes and i’ve lived here my whole life. i’ll take you to the dining room,’ i smile and link my arm with his, closing my bedroom door behind me.
we are in the dining room a moment later, everyone already there. including mums friend Pamela. Oliver and i take a seat and i give a smile to my mother. she returns it and begins to speak.
‘welcome to Saltburn Oliver, we hope everything is to your liking. my name is Elspeth, this is my friend Pamela,’ she points a hand in her direction, ‘that is my husband Sir James,’ and dads, ‘and this is Venetia,’ she finally points toward my younger sister, ‘i assume you have been acquainted with y/n and Farleigh.’
‘yes Mrs Catton, Farleigh and i had a few classes together, and y/n and i have briefly met,’ he looks at me and interlinks our fingers under the table, ‘it is lovely to meet everyone else,’ he smiles.
‘oh please, do call me Elspeth,’ mum states, ‘Felix has told us so much about you, how are your parents?’
the conversation picks up with Oliver being the centre of it. we all eat, Oliver’s finger still entwined with my own under the table. the night finishes when mum has successfully fried all the information out of Oliver about his personal life. parents, siblings, education, friends, favourite colour, heck she knows it all. we are all excused from the table when it has been cleared and Oliver and i’s fingers finally break apart.
‘can i talk to you for a moment,’ i feel a hand on my own as i’m leaving the dining room, i turn and see Oliver, ‘alone.’
‘sure, yeah. is everything okay?’ i question as we make our way to my room.
he says nothing, he just continues to walk with me, his hand in my own. we make it to my room moments later and i let him inside, our hands detach.
‘you’re very beautiful y/n,’ Oliver says as i close my bedroom door.
a blush spreads across my cheeks, ‘thank you Oliver.’
he comes closer to me and my breath catches in my throat. i have had a little tiny crush on Oliver ever since my brother first started hanging out with him 5 months ago. Oliver is handsome, brown hair and big blue eyes that are the perfect colour as to not look too bright or too dull. his hand comes up to stroke my cheek and i lean into it.
he hums, ‘Felix doesn’t shut up about you, you know that?’ he tilts my head so i am looking up into his eyes.
i don’t get the chance to open my mouth before he is speaking again, ‘you’re an easy person to like y/n, i know everything about you because of Felix,’ his thumb rests on my bottom lip, ‘i know your favourite colour is pink, i know you didn’t talk til you were 4 years old, i know you have never let anyone touch you the way i’m touching you now,’ his voice is suddenly deeper.
my lips part and a breath of air is let out. my cheeks becoming even more hot the longer Oliver goes on.
‘you’re beautiful y/n, i mean that. you’re drop dead gorgeous, such a pretty face,’ his thumb tips back so it is half way in my mouth, my tongue is laid flat against the bottom of my mouth, cautious of not touching the pad of Oliver’s thumb.
Oliver’s eyes trail down my face, stopping at my mouth, ‘do you think Felix would understand if i were to kiss you?’ he questions, his accent getting thicker with each word.
his thumb moves from my mouth and there is an icy hot sensation left where he once had it, my lips still agape.
‘i don’t think he would,’ i finally speak up, my voice scratchy, ‘not if he doesn’t find out.’
Oliver’s lips quirk up into a smirk, ‘sneaky y/n, what if i were to fuck you?’ the breath i was taking in gets caught in my throat and i let out a strangled sound, ‘would you still keep that from him?’
i nod. all sensible thoughts seem faraway at this moment and i need Oliver.
he leans close, so that his lips are mere millimetres away from my own, ‘you’re beautiful y/n, the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen,’ his arms snake around my waist, hands stopping just above my ass.
i lean up to connect our lips, my head is spinning, warmness pooling in the bottom of my stomach. i don’t realise how bad i have needed Oliver until he is pulling away from me. my lips are, no doubt, a mess. Oliver has my pink lipgloss all over his lips, i smile and reach my hand up to cup his jaw as he had done to me a moment earlier. my thumb reaches out to his lip and wipes away the lipgloss. he pulls me closer to him so i can practically feel every muscle in his chest and stomach.
‘kiss me again Oliver,’ my hands now lay flat on his chest.
he obliged and pulls me into him once more. the urgency of this kiss is more than the first, Oliver’s hand slips down from my back to the curve of my ass. he gives it a squeeze and i let out a little noise into the kiss. we continue kissing for what feels like forever til a knock comes from my bedroom door. i pull away from Oliver quickly and shoo him into my wardrobe. i know that knock, it’s Felix.
‘y/n? you in there?’ Felix questions from the other side of the door.
‘yeah hang on i’m changing,’ i grab the first piece of clothing i see, one of Felix’s shirts, and put it on after quickly slipping my dress off. i look at myself in the mirror and wipe the remains of my lipgloss off from around my mouth and open the door. Felix doesn’t wait before barging into my room.
‘have you seen Ollie? he hasn’t come back to his room yet,’ Felix is worried, that much is evident in his tone.
‘no i haven’t. maybe he’s talking to mum or in the garden or something,’ i lie straight through my teeth.
Felix quirks a brow, i hate lying to Felix but it has to be done. he would hate Oliver if he found out what he was doing to his baby sister a moment ago.
‘i’ll go check in the garden. will you go ask mum please?’
‘yeah, i will,’ i reply.
‘thank you y/n’ he gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves my room.
i let out a sigh and make my way to my wardrobe. i open it and Oliver comes out quickly, ‘i hate small spaces,’ he shudders.
‘i’m sorry Oliver. i didn’t know,’ i feel bad.
‘don’t worry about it. it’s fine,’ he smiles, i instantly feel better.
‘you need to go to your room. Felix is looking for you,’ Oliver’s eyes widen, ‘i told him i’ll check with mum to see if you’re with her so I’ll take you back to your room, okay?’
‘perfect,’ he confirms.
before i can move he gives me a quick kiss and a slap on the ass.
‘behave,’ i tell him as we walk out of my room to which he replies with a chuckle.
we are in Oliver’s room in 5 minutes, all his belongings had been unpacked by the maids during dinner.
‘so how are you liking Saltburn?’ i question Oliver, sitting on his bed.
‘it’s amazing. nothing like home. it’s bigger for starters,’ he lets out a laugh, ‘and it is so beautiful. truly incredible,’ he looks out of the window.
i lay back in his bed and let out a sigh, ‘i’m glad you’re here Oliver.’
‘me too.’
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AN: would like to thank my best friend @lovandr for being as Saltburn obsessed as i am and making me feel like whatever i make, whether that be a story or an edit, is good enough.
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V3 + Erasermic , not sure if you do duos for these but I apologise if not.
You Don’t Need to be a Hero
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug
Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, blood, Reader injured, guns, building on fire, controlling behavior, lots of guilt, Aizawa and Yamada are boyfriends
Request: “If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen.”
***Note: Reader’s quirk is called water bomb. You can shoot spheres of water from your hand, but the more you do so, the less energy you have and the more dehydrated you become. Water bombs can range in size from the size of your palm to the size of your head.
I DO DUOS pfff that’s what she said! YOU GOOD DUO ANON! 🖤🤘 Thanks for the request as well!
Yandere Alphabet Prompt List
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They have loved you since you set foot on the school grounds. It was a platonic type of love, merely them being the guiding light for a bright pupil such as yourself. You had this passion, this hunger, this need to save the world. You wanted to only help people. Such an admirable desire. They couldn’t help talking about the goodness of your heart every chance Shouta and Hizashi had.
However, things changed once you turned eighteen. When you graduated, well, they no longer had any control over you. They miss holding you behind in class to talk with you a little longer. They miss the private lectures, the one-on-one training.
They would go home together every night, a quiet and somber mood filling the air as Aizawa pets his cat and Mic taps his pen, trying to come up with ideas for his podcast. He couldn’t think of anything as his mind simply went straight to thoughts of you.
“I miss her,” Hizashi admits to his dark haired boyfriend one evening during dinner. “I really miss her, ya feel me?”
“I know, but she’s a hero now. As much as I hate it, we have to let her walk her own path.”
Hizashi crosses his arms. “What if she gets hurt?”
That causes Aizawa to pause his chopstick to mouth movements. He puts the utensil down, thinking about multiple things that could happen to you. So many things could go wrong while facing villains. No, he hates it just as much as Hizashi, if not more.
“I’m not talking about this,” is all he says as he finishes up his supper.
The duo flits around in silence for the rest of the evening. They’re even quiet before bed, refusing to speak to one another until Aizawa hears the soft spoken words coming from his partner.
“I just want her to be okay.”
It pulls at Aizawa’s heart to hear something like that coming from someone he loves. All Aizawa can do is wrap an arm around the voice hero and pull him in close as they fall asleep.
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It is merely a coincidence, a stroke of luck, that the pair happens to be out patrolling at the same time as you, something that has never happened before.
You usually work day shifts. However, you somehow got switched to the graveyard slot as one of the sidekicks got really sick at the agency you’re working at.
“Aizawa Sensei? Mic Sensei? Oh my gosh!”
They turn around, only to be enveloped in your arms. You hug them so tightly that it actually causes their breaths to hitch from the squeeze.
“I missed you two so much!”
Hizashi can only stare at you with lips slightly parted. Aizawa pulls himself together much quicker than that.
“Look at you. You’ve grown up quite a bit since we last saw you.”
And grown you have. The way you look in your tight hero costume…it doesn’t leave much room for imagination to say the least.
“Oh, it’s only been a year. I haven’t grown that much, Sensei!” you can’t help but laugh, fully oblivious to his meaning.
Hizashi finally manages to pull himself together. “Hey, what do you say we patrol together?”
Your shock at his question turns into one of a happy surprise. You nod your head in agreement, going off with the duo in excitement. You’ve never teamed up with either one before, so the chance at pairing up with both of them is just icing on the cake to you.
Hizashi and Shouta (mostly Hizashi) asks you questions about how your life has been since graduation, what it is like at the agency you’re working under, and so on and so forth.
As you’re about to answer another one of Hizashi’s questions, Shouta puts a hand up, signaling for both of you to shut up. He appears to have picked up on something. You want to ask him what it is, but you know that if you even utter one syllable, it could cause bad things to happen.
A gun shot fires, a man screams, a dull thud echos across the street, and a building burns with flames.
Shouta and Hizashi immediately jump into action.
“Hizashi, watch out for Y/N!” He yells the order as he swings from a telephone pole with his scarf.
You huff in irritation at what the raven haired teacher just said as if you can’t take care of yourself. Your quirk, water bomb, is strong enough to be able to keep up with the heroes.
But you simply cannot afford to not listen. Listening is the key to teamwork. So you run behind Hizashi as he spurs forward towards the blazing building.
You don’t know what caused the fire, but you shoot spheres of water from your hands, holding them out towards the building. You make the bombs as big as you can, but you can only do so much to try to cool down the heat.
Sweat beads line your brow as you focus all of your attention on the building. You notice how your energy is beginning to rapidly decline with all of the water you’re shooting. Shouta is off somewhere in the distance fighting while Hizashi is fighting nearby, keeping one eye on the villain and the other on you.
Everything is okay. You have things under control here.
That is until a bullet hits your lower back, narrowly missing your spine, yet still causing enough damage to the point where you fall over. There’s too much body in the way for it to be a through and through. It’s stuck, lodged somewhere midway between your back and front. You press a palm to the wound, trying to prevent the bleeding as you lay on the sidewalk, propping yourself up with your elbow.
So much blood is pouring out of your lower back like a scarlet river. Your hero costume is completely ruined as you lay in a puddle of crimson. You’re chest is heaving as you watch Hizashi run towards you. A dark haze coats your eyes, and your lids feel heavy. Every time you blink feels like a new weight has been added to your head. You struggle to stay awake, to keep yourself up right.
Yamada wraps you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! No, you stay with me, little girl. You stay with me. Hey!” He slaps you to keep you awake. “Keep those eyes open. Don’t you dare drift off on me. Come on, come on!”
He pulls his phone out, calling an ambulance to get to your location stat.
The conversation goes in one ear and out the other with the woozy state you’re in. You’re too out of it to be able to tell what’s going on with the amount of blood you’ve lost.
Before the ambulance shows up, you pass out. You’re out for a while actually, a full two days to be exact. You wake up in a hospital, feeling drowsy. Looking at the multiple IVs, you guess you’re feeling kind of out of it because of pain medication.
Hizashi pulls on your wrist lightly, grabbing your attention. You look up at your old teacher with a light smile.
“Sensei…” Your throat feels dry like sandpaper, and your mouth feels as though you’ve been sucking on cotton.
Your bout of coughing causes Aizawa to gently bring a straw to your lips. You begin to sip whatever is offered to you, instantly gulping it down once you realize it’s water.
“Alright, that’s enough. Drink too fast and you’ll make yourself sick.” He takes the cup away from you, setting it down on the bedside table.
“We’re so glad you’re awake. You’ve been out for two days, kiddo. How’re ya feelin’?” Hizashi asks with genuine concern.
“I’ve been out for two days? Damn. Wait, what happened to the building? It was still on fire when I got shot.” You can’t bring yourself to yell your questions. You just don’t have the energy right now.
Aizawa sighs. “There were no civilians in the building. It ended up being saved by three other heroes. Don’t worry too much about it. We got the villains locked up. Everything’s fine.”
Hizashi moves his hand to the area right above your knee. “Kid, this happened to you because I wasn’t watching out for you like I should have. I thought I could fight and keep an eye on you at the same time, but you ended up getting hurt because of me. Sweetheart, I am so sorry that happened to you, but it will never, and I mean never, happen again. Okay? I promise.”
You’re not even sure how to respond. “Mic Sensei, it wasn’t your fault. It’s not like you shot me. I mean, this stuff comes with being a hero. I was focused on putting out the fire, you and Aizawa Sensei were busy fighting the villains. Don’t blame yourself, please? We were all doing our jobs. It just so happened that someone snuck up on me while I was distracted with fire control.”
Shouta shakes his head and grumbles slightly. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault, but we’re going to make damn sure that something like this never happens again. You’re lucky the ambulance got to you in time.”
Something about his words confuses you. “What do you mean? Are we going to patrol together more often now?”
“No, that’s not what we mean.” Shouta takes a deep breath before explaining, “Hizashi and I talked things over, and we’ve decided that you aren’t going to be a hero anymore.”
Bewildered doesn’t even begin to describe your current state. Eyes as wide as saucers regard your old teachers.
“You decided? You decided?!” You aren’t sure where this surge of energy has come from in your drugged up state, but you express it nonetheless. “You can’t just decide things for me, especially not something concerning my profession. I’m no longer a U.A student. I’m no longer under your care nor am I your responsibility!”
“Kiddo, I suggest you lower your tone. We’re still in a hospital, and we won’t allow you to disrespect us like this,” Mic Sensei warns you.
“What the hell is happening?! I want to go. I want to go home right now!” You struggle to sit up on the hospital bed.
Aizawa puts a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stay still. “Listen to me, Y/N, this is for your own good. We’re not going to see you hurt like that ever again. This is us making sure of that. You’re going to stay with us, and that’s the end of it.”
A stray tear, infused with rage and bitterness at the situation, finds its way trickling down your cheek.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you whisper with resentment.
“Because we love you, and we want what’s best for you,” Hizashi squeezes your knee gently.
Aizawa moves his hand to the top of your head, petting your hair softly. “If we don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen.”
#triggering content#triggering themes#yandere themes#yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#my hero acedamia#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere eraserhead#yandere present mic#yandere erasermic#yandere aizawa#yandere shouta aizawa#yandere hizashi yamada
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I love yous ~ Ninja Turtles x reader
Scenario: bayverse Turtles x reader
Word count: 3.8k
Warnings: SFW, fluff + angst
A/N: I don't really know what to call this; I guess it's a drabble? (no, it's a scenario, idiot <3 -- future Lulu)
basically, I had these thoughts for scenarios in which you and your turtle of choice exchange your first 'I love you's. Enjoy my scribbly nonsense :)
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You met the turtles over a year ago, when they saved you from the Foot Clan. You had gotten lost on your way home from a new job when the Clan had pulled you off the street and into a warehouse. When the turtles had shown up, the Clan ran away and set the place on fire, leaving you behind. The turtles saved you just in time, and took you to the lair to tend to your injuries. After, a friendship had quickly grown between you all, and you developed feelings for one turtle in particular. The feelings were mutual, and you and your turtle started dating around six months ago. Your feelings for each other have been growing stronger and stronger everyday, but you both have yet to say the three magic words...
~ Leonardo ~
Leonardo considers that this may be the most stressed out he has ever been.
You'd think that that would be a difficult level of stress to reach, considering that him and his family were mutants tasked with the daily protection of the most populous city in the country. But he was definitely approaching that level, as he had no idea where the current most important thing in his life, you, were at.
You were supposed to be on your way to the lair, last he spoke to you, which was normally a 10 minute journey because of how close you lived. But that was more than 45 minutes ago, and you were not responding to his calls or texts, so it was safe to say that he was freaking out. He would normally go up to the surface and look for you himself, but it was currently the middle of the afternoon, and he couldn't risk being seen. At least, not yet. He was currently in the lab pestering Donatello, who was trying his best to track down your cell phone location.
"Okay, I need a few minutes for my system to ping the nearby cell towers and look for her signal. Once that happens, I can narrow down her location to about a city block's radius. We'll find Y/N in no time." Leo breathed out a sigh as he watched Donnie type and click around on his wall of computer screens. "Thanks, Don," he breathed, bringing his three-fingered head up to his forehead and rubbing his temple. "I should have had you install a location tracker on her phone months ago. This is my fault," he mumbled, almost to himself. Donnie turned to eye his older brother, slightly concerned.
"No problem, but Lee... don't you think you're experiencing a slight overreaction? I mean, she's not even an hour late yet." Leonardo frowned. "Well it's been almost an hour," he spoke, "And she usually responds immediately while she's in the tunnels. And with everything going on lately on the surface with the Foot Clan and the Shredder..." Leo sighed again, trying to calm himself down as his heart rate picked up, just thinking about the possibilities.
"I would just rather be safe than sorry. If anything happened to her--" He stopped himself before he could say anything else, closing his eyes and squeezing his fists tightly at his side. Donnie watched him, somewhat admiring the depth of the love that his brother so obviously felt for you. He concluded that he would do what he could to help Leo ease his mind, knowing that the stress of the situation on the surface was definitely getting to him.
At that moment, the two heard a ping come from the computer, and Donnie turned to it, examining the screens. "Alright, let me get a closer look," he said, clicking his mouse. Leo held his breath as he waited for Don to speak. "According to my approximations, Y/N should be..." He clicked the mouse, and then paused.
"...right here."
The two brothers were silent for a moment, before they heard the sound of one of the tunnel doors opening out in the lair's main room. Leo ran out of the lab, Donnie walking quickly behind him, to see you walking in, wearing your backpack and looking exasperated. But as you turned to see your boyfriend approaching you, with his brother behind him, a smile grew on your face. "Hey! Sorry I'm--"
Leonardo cut you off by squeezing you into a hug. "...Late," you finished your thought, confused by the intimacy your boyfriend was displaying in front of his brother. Nevertheless, you hugged him back while you continued to explain yourself. "My phone battery is so old and it's been dying so quickly lately, so it died on my way here, and then I wanted to make a quick stop at a store I saw the other day, and then the subway was late, and to be honest I got a little lost, and..." you rambled as Leo eventually released you from his hold.
"Ugh, it just made me so stressed out," you said, breathing a sigh to let go of the tension in your head. "But, aside from that... are you okay?" you asked your boyfriend. He looked at you for a moment before a soft smile grew on his face, shaking his head slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine," he spoke, and you noticed Donatello face-palming in the background before going back into his lab. You giggled at the encounter and shook your head, not bothering to ask any questions, and then reached for your backpack.
"Anyway, I stopped on my way here because last week I saw this in a store window, and I wanted to get it for you! I couldn't stop thinking about it. Look!" You pulled out a plastic box containing a limited edition action figure from one of his favorite TV shows. You handed it to him with a wide smile on your face, and he looked down at it in quiet awe. He brought his gaze back up to your face, sporting a look of admiration and his same soft smile.
"I love you, Y/N," he spoke, before wrapping his arms around you and bringing his lips to yours. You gasped, overjoyed, and smiled into the kiss. He broke away a moment later, and pressed his forehead to yours, gazing at you a moment more.
"Hey princess, let me see your phone," Leo said to you a while later, while you two were lounging in his room. "I bet Don could fix the battery. And he can install some updated software you might need..."
~ Raphael ~
You shuffled around your NYC apartment, cleaning up after the small dinner you had made yourself. You were incredibly sore; you had been pushing yourself very hard in training lately alongside the turtle brothers. After one of their patrols had gone south a few weeks ago, the Foot Clan had somehow gotten their hands on you (again). While you had luckily been rescued just in time by your short-tempered boyfriend, the event had still gotten you down. If only I was stronger and could have defended myself more, you couldn't stop thinking to yourself, I wouldn't have put anybody in danger. Hence, more self-defense training was your solution.
A tap at your living room window pulled you from your thoughts. You went over to find Raphael at your window, and your heart thrummed at the sight of him. You pulled open the glass and leaned out, your arms supporting you against the window pane. "Hey, hotshot," you said to him, grinning. He smirked back at you, hazel eyes shining behind his blood red mask. "Hey, dollface."
You moved from the window to let him inside, walking back towards your bedroom. "I was just about to change into my pajamas, I'll be right back!" You called over your shoulder to him. Raph climbed into your apartment, closing the window behind him, and mumbled out a "'Kay" in response. Normally, he would make some smug comment about helping you change, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you practically limping on your way to your bedroom. He thought about what Splinter had said to him before he left the lair today: "Keep an eye on the child. I fear she pushes herself too hard. She wants to do well, to be strong... for you."
A minute later, you came out from your bedroom in a tank top, shorts, and a flannel over the top to find Raphael leaning against the wall of your living room. He looked up from the ground at you, his signature frown gracing his features. He watched as you slowly walked over to him, almost tripping over yourself on the process. He was quick to catch you, a sigh falling from his mouth in the process.
"Ya alright?" He asked, looking down at you with concern. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine," You reassured him, stepping over to the couch. "I just need some rest is all." But as you sat down and your back hit the couch, you couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain.
Raph sighed again above you. "Aight, no more movin' for you. Yer stayin' put." He looked at you for a moment before leaving your side. "I'll be right back."
You hear him fumbling about in your kitchen, and he returns a few minutes later with a cup of hot tea. You smile at the sweet gesture and thank him, blowing on the cup and taking a long sip. Then, Raph sat next to you on your couch, it creaking beneath his large form. "Now turn around." "What?" You ask, confused and putting down your cup of tea. "No questions, turn around," He responded gruffly. You did as he said, but huffed and protested. "Raph, I'm telling you, I'm fine--"
"Ya ain't fine, now let me help you." He said forcefully, his gravelly voice scraping your ears, and you stopped your protesting. He gently pulled off your flannel, leaving you in just your tank top, and you felt his cool, massive hands moving slowly along the skin of your shoulders and back. He very carefully began to massage you, not wanting to be too rough at first. He was silent for a moment, focusing on the task at hand, before speaking.
"Let me take care of ya, doll. Yer pushing' yourself too hard. You don't need to be on our level." Raphael's voice grew quiet as his hands grew slightly rougher, pressing deeply into the muscles of your back. "I know you wanna be strong. And I want you ta' be strong. But what I don't want is for you ta' get hurt. I would never forgive myself." You felt him get closer to you, his breath on your shoulder as he massaged your lower back. You felt his lips on your skin, before he breathed out "So just let me protect ya."
Your heart was sprinting in your chest, your pulse like a hummingbird. The intimacy of the moment struck a fire in the pit of your stomach, and your breath was coming out in shallow gasps. You felt tears pricking the corner of your eyes at the overwhelming emotions you were feeling. "I just, I just--" you struggled to speak, your voice cracked. Raph could tell you were on the brink of tears, and you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his lips pressing into your skin again.
"I love you," you breathed out. You felt Raph go still behind you. You forced yourself to turn around to face him on the couch, putting your hands on his plastron. "I love you so much, Raph," your voice cracked again. "And if something happened to you because of me--" "Stop." His hands went to your face and his hazel eyes bore into yours. "I feel the exact same way, but I won't let ya kill yourself tryin' ta' protect me." A small smile grew on his face as he spoke, the scar on his lip raising with it.
"I love you, too... more than anythin'." He stroked your cheek. "Don't stop trainin' with us, baby, but just.. take it easy for me?" A smile grew on your face at his words, and you nodded, giving into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours for a slow, tender kiss. You pulled away a minute later, a smile still on both of your faces.
"Fine. Now get back to work." "Mmm, yes ma'am."
~ Donatello ~
Donatello let out a sigh and brought his hands up under his tortoiseshell glasses, rubbing his eyes. He has staring at his wall of computer screens for hours, trying to interpret the test results of a chemical his brothers had found in the Foot Clan's possession on their latest patrol. Things on the surface had been really ramping up lately, meaning that he was working more and more and sleeping less and less.
He could feel the gears in his brain crunching to a halt. He had been on a roll all day while running the tests, but he knew that he was burning out. He couldn't help but hear the voice of you, his wonderful girlfriend, in his head telling him that he was going to run himself into the ground.
Suddenly, his phone rang, and his favorite picture of you wearing his glasses popped up onto his screen. Wow, speak of the devil. Or... think of the devil?
Donnie answered and felt a soft smile grow on his face. "Hi Don!" He could hear the smile in your voice, and it was like music to his ears. "Hey, honey," he spoke into the phone. "How is the latest project coming along?" "Uh..." He looked back at his computer screens, "Let's just say it is coming at a turtle's pace. And not the mutant kind."
"Oh," Donnie could hear the smile in your voice move to a frown, and almost chuckled at how easy you were for him to read. He heard rustling on the other line. "When was the last time you had a break?" He looked at the clock. It was around 7pm. "Um... breakfast?"
"Yeah, not happenin'." You were gonna nag him now. "You don't even have breakfast, you have coffee. And it's way past time for your government mandated break. The state of New York requires at least a thirty minute break for every six hours of labor, you know." Donnie chuckled out loud this time at how predictable this speech had been for him, as he had heard it probably a hundred times before. "I suppose I could take thirty minutes. And I assume you will be enforcing this mandated break?"
He heard a familiar sound on the other line, and footsteps approaching his lab. "Way ahead of you," You continued to speak into the phone as you walked into the lab, a big goofy grin on your face. A grin grew on Don's as well as you approached him, hanging up the phone call and dropping a take-out bag of his favorite Chinese place onto his desk. "I figured you hadn't eaten, either," You said as you gave him a hug, him still in his desk chair as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Too in the zone."
Donnie chuckled, but hugged you even tighter, nuzzling his head into your stomach. He could feel the stress slowly dissipating from his body, fizzing off of him like water evaporating. You stroked the top of his green head softly, letting him melt into the embrace.
"I know you've heard this one before," you spoke softly to him, "but if you don't rest your big, genius brain, it's going to overwork itself and short-circuit." Donnie sighed into you. "Sometimes in moments like this, I wish I didn't have a big, genius brain. Or a brain at all," he mumbled into your stomach. "Ignorance really does sound like bliss."
You chuckled above him. "But I love your big, genius brain! Not because it's big and genius-y, but because it's yours." You gave his head a little pat, trying to keep the mood as light-hearted as possible so that he would be able to take his mind off of his work. "Don't worry, I hear that Chinese food cures all. It must be the MSG or something."
Donnie laughed into your stomach and then pulled away slightly to look up at your smile. A comfortable silence covered the two of you as you both just enjoyed the embrace. He appreciated so much the care you took with him, how you always seemed to be there when he needed you, how you were his escape from his thoughts and work and stress and all the bad things in the world.
As you reached down to fix his glasses, which had become crooked atop his snout and purple bandana, he breathed out a dreamy sigh. "I love you," he stated firmly, almost as if he had just drawn the conclusion after a series of experiments. You let out a gust of air that you didn't know you were holding in, and broke out into a wide smile. "And I love you," you said back to him, stroking the side of his face.
Suddenly, Donnie grabbed your waist and lifted you onto his desk, standing between your knees. "Like music to my ears," He replied, with a grin on his face. He kissed your lips sweetly, both of you unable to help smiling through it.
~ Michelangelo ~
"Mikey, if you don't turn the damn oven on, I swear to god--" "I just personally think that pre-heating is a scam, but if you say sooo~"
You laughed at him but were satisfied when you saw him move to press a button on the oven. You were in the kitchen of the lair, and all of the other members of the family were off doing their own thing. You and Michelangelo often liked to do fun and random activities to spice up your everyday lives, and you decided to take it upon yourselves today to make pizza from scratch.
You currently had your hands in a big metal bowl, trying your best to massage the dough down. Mikey, of course, had the duty of setting up the topping station, and you had to keep scolding him for eating too much cheese out of the package.
Nevertheless, it made your heart soar to see Mikey truly at peace as his goofy self. You were worried that the pressure lately was getting to him; patrols were getting later and longer, as was training, and the threat of an attack by the Foot Clan was growing. You often saw him trying to stay positive and crack his normal jokes, but his brothers grew stressed, too, and sometimes they snapped at him more than you knew he liked. You wanted to do what you could to help, and you knew that the best way for you to do that was to get his mind off of things and give him an outlet to goof off and have fun.
Mikey watched you as you kneaded the dough, knowing by the thoughtful look on your face that your mind was elsewhere. He smiled softly to himself, admiring how effortlessly beautiful you were. He popped one last piece of pepperoni into his mouth and decided to bring you back to him in reality.
"Need some help there, sweetcheeks?" He spoke in a sing-song voice, coming up behind you. You turned your face over your shoulder to him, a smile growing. "Eh, I think I'm doing okay. The dough is still pretty gooey though, it keeps getting stuck to my wrists." A grin grew across Mikey's features, and his orange mask highlighted a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. "Ya know, I think I have just the solution for that," he said, before reaching his hand towards the bag of flour on the counter.
You knew what was going to happen a moment before it did. Mikey had thrown a handful of flour at your face, letting out a guffaw at the way you froze, your face covered in white. You slowly turned around to face him as he laughed, pointing to the expression on your face. As his laughter died down, he let out a whistle. "Damn, girl!" He exclaimed. "Now your cheeks really are sweet."
You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face as he took a step closer to you, but you gasped as he leaned forward and licked your cheek. He thought to himself for a moment. "Actually, it's definitely not sweet. It doesn't really have much of a taste--" You cut him off mid-sentence with a handful of flour of your own, covering his face, orange mask, and the top of his plastron with white.
You let out a laugh, and a smile grew on Michelangelo's face, his teeth showing through the white. "How does that taste, big boy?" you asked him smugly, sporting a cheeky grin. He eyed you before slowly stepping backwards. "Oh, it's oooooon, little mama. You messed with the wrong turtle."
And immediately, a full-on food fight broke out. Pepperoni, mozzerella, olives, parmesan, bell peppers, mushrooms, and more were flying across the room. You both laughed and squealed as you battled, neither of you willing to give up the victory of the food fight you had started. Finally, after he threw another handful of flour into your face, you tackled your giant boyfriend onto the ground. As you lay atop his plastron and him on his shell, both of your laughter died out as you smiled up/down at the other.
Mikey pecked your lips from below, and his smile grew. "Mmm, you taste like pizza," he said to you, and you giggled above him. You were so happy to have these kinds of moments with him, and you loved that he was having fun and enjoying himself. The warmth in your chest grew as Mikey took a moment to look around the kitchen, a smile still on his face.
"Ya know, I think Leo is actually gonna kill--" "Hey, Mikey? I love you."
Michelangelo looked back to you with a shocked look on his face, but after a moment, his signature grin grew back. He squeezed you into a hug, rocking back and forth on his shell, making you laugh. "I love you too, babygirl," he said, and stopped his rocking to bring your face to his, connecting your lips. His mouth moved against yours, the taste of flour and cheese making its way into your kiss.
Suddenly, the oven beeped loudly from above your heads, breaking you both out of the moment you were sharing.
"Ah, the oven's done pre-heating."
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Queen of Ice and Prince of Fire
Author: @akittenwrites
Summary: Lady Y/N Stark of Winterfell has declared herself Queen in the North. That means war, against King Viserys, and also against Prince Daemon. But the Rogue Prince doesn't want to fight her.
Type: multichapter series
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x reader
Word count: 2181
Warnings: swearing.
Tagging: nobody yet. If you want to be tagged, send me a message.
The commotion in the small council chamber was such Daemon wondered what the hell had happened this time. He had been summoned for an emergency meeting by King Viserys himself and had just arrived to see the King sitting at the head of the table, with noticeable bags under his eyes and his silver hair messier than ever.
As Daemon walked down the few steps into the room and made his way towards his seat at the table, some maidens hurried to light the candles and serve their cups. The matter was urgent, but not urgent enough to wake the cupbearer, it seemed. It made sense, it was the hour of the owl and Princess Rhaenyra was still young.
As he moved his chair to take his seat, he made eye contact with Otto Hightower. The slithering snake met his stare, yet didn't stare back as he usually did. No, he was worried. He could tell from his furrowed brows and the tapping of his fingers on the table.
Once the Master of Ships, Lord Corlys Velaryon, took his seat, the servants exited the room and they were left alone, only the silence of the night and the dancing flames of the candles making them company. The Kingsguard stood outside, guarding the doors.
"An... issue... has arisen," Otto was the first to speak. Usually that courtesy was granted to the King, but at this point Daemon knew better than to expect something different from his brother, and the hungry leech stuck to his shoulder.
"What is it, then?" Daemon mocked. "No need for dramatic pauses. We're all very curious."
The Hand of the King glared at him and was probably thinking of some quick comeback, but this time it was Viserys' voice that cut through the silence.
"We have received a raven from Winterfell," he explained, leaning his elbows on the table. "It had a message in it, signed by the Lady of Winterfell herself."
Viserys took his cup in his hands and had a taste of wine before continuing. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
"The North has declared itself independent from the Seven Kingdoms."
Those words were enough for a discussion to erupt, with everybody talking on top of each other and nobody understanding what anyone was saying. Daemon watched silently as Viserys placed his hands on the sides of his head and closed his eyes just for a moment.
"Are we sure the message isn't fake?" Lord Corlys asked as loud as he could.
"Unfortunately we are," responded Lord Lyonel Strong, who had also been sitting in silence next to him. "The message has the stamp with the sigil of House Stark, the direwolf."
He reached under his cloak and placed the small rolled-up piece of parchment on the table for all to see. Corlys was the first to get his hands on it, only to read it and toss it back, clearly displeased.
"We couldn't have predicted Lord Stark's death almost a year ago would lead to this," added Otto. "It is an unexpected turn of events."
Then he fixed his eyes on Daemon, brown meeting violet, fighting for dominance.
"I remember Lady Stark used to be close to the King's brother when she was in court, before her father's passing. Did she ever mention wishing for the North's independence?"
"Don't you think I would've told my brother about it if she had, Hand?" he snarled, his hands reaching for the parchment. "You have a web of spies that follow me around Flea Bottom just for gossip, yet you failed to notice half the realm getting ready for war?"
"Her father was an honorable man. I expected he would've passed that on to his daughter, but I should have known better. Just because they are family doesn't mean they are both to be trusted, after all."
Otto's eyes remained fixed on Daemon as he whispered the words.
"If you want to insult me I'd much prefer you do it directly, my Lord," Daemon said, his hands unrolling the paper. "Why go to such lengths to be a cunt?"
Otto was just about to answer when he was once again interrupted by Viserys.
"Stop. Put aside your personal differences for one night and do your job," he stood up, his hands on the table, and his eyes looking at each of them intently, the sleepiness already gone. "This is a real threat. War. We can't afford a war right now, and I will not be the King that lost what Aegon conquered!"
Viserys was furious, the flames dancing in his purple eyes. Daemon smiled slightly. There was the dragon. It often refused to come out, but when it did, nobody could deny its commanding presence.
While the council stayed silent, mulling over the King's words, he looked down and read the message Lady Stark had sent.
"It is my pleasure to announce The North will no longer be reigned by a King, but a Queen. We are willing to form alliances. We are willing to go to war if need be. It's your choice.
Y/N Stark, Queen in the North."
"If we lose the North we risk the other kingdoms following their example," Otto breathed out.
"Then we'll torch them to the ground," Corlys interjected. "We have dragons. We have ten of them. Aegon conquered Westeros with three. And this is a child pretending to be Queen. She may have been the heir of Winterfell, but she is not prepared to rule over the North by herself. It's too much territory if you don't have dragons."
Viserys swallowed, clearly having considered that already. It was the truth, they had plenty of dragons and armies. But the North was cold, large, and unforgiving. And its people were more loyal than Viserys' entire court combined. Y/N knew that. She knew many things, as far as Daemon was concerned. He used to join her in the forest, under the Weirwood tree, while she read about the history of Westeros. The history of the conquest. Dorne. They spent hours together, reading in silence, just as she liked it. Sometimes she would put the books aside and rest her head on Daemon's lap, her long dark hair touching the ground, as she let her mind wander.
That was how they went from strangers who often crossed paths inside the Red Keep to friends who shared their love of literature and history and sword fighting... to lovers.
The first time she rested his head on his shoulder and looked at him with those bright grey eyes of hers, he knew he was done for. She was barely an adult back then, sent to court by her father to represent Winterfell and House Stark in matters it was concerned. It turned out she never needed to represent her House in anything, because as she put it, whatever happened in the South never reached the North, and she didn't care for southern issues.
Nevertheless, she enjoyed the Red Keep's library, and she enjoyed Daemon's company. They shared their first kiss under that old Weirwood tree, slow and gentle, getting to know each other's lips. She wasn't like any other woman he had been with before. And that one time, they both told each other it was just a kiss. Just curiosity. Yet a flame was ignited that day and it wasn't long until his hands were wandering up and down her thighs while she sat on his lap, moaning his name into his mouth.
Sharing their chambers became a routine they kept secret, with Daemon teaching her how to use the palace's secret tunnels, and using them himself to visit her at night. Long gone were his nights spent at the brothels. To the rest of the court, they were just friends who enjoyed each other's company. Perhaps they suspected more, yet nobody voiced it for fear of it reaching Daemon's ears. He was married and she was a maiden.
He smiled to himself, the memories bitter now that the matter of war was in discussion. Her being away for so long hadn't made the memories fade away. He missed her being around. Her voice, her embrace, her warmth, her touch.
"What are you smiling about, Prince Daemon?" Otto's voice interrupted his train of thought. "Perhaps you know something you would like to share with the rest of us?"
"I do," he answered simply, lifting a brow. "I know Y/N would love to cut your tongue out. That much she did tell me, repeatedly."
He laughed quietly to himself as he recalled her snarky remarks about the King's Hand. Many of their private conversations could've ended up with both of them accused of treason. Y/N appeared gentle and kind in public, which she was, yet there was a fierceness hidden underneath only he knew. She couldn't be tamed. The wolf was as wild as the dragon. So yes, he believed for some reason she had decided to pull this stupid stunt that may cost her her life. It didn't matter if she could use a sword, she had no way of fighting dragonfire.
"We have to end this before it goes any further," Corlys insisted. "We will make an example of them."
"We can't burn the North to the ground," interrupted Lyonel Strong. "House Stark and their bannermen are the only things standing between us and whatever threats may come from beyond the Wall. If their armies are gone, the rest of the Kingdom is vulnerable. We have to negotiate with her."
"She's a traitor. You would have me entertain her?" Viserys asked in disbelief.
"If we need armies in the North, we can eliminate House Stark and let one of their bannermen take their place in Winterfell," Corlys proposed.
"Northerners will not have it. You would risk war," Lyonel insisted. "She wouldn't be calling herself Queen in the North and sending us this unless she had their loyalty. Kill her and watch the rest of the North rise."
"We do not negotiate with traitors, Lord Lyonel," Otto seethed. "If the entire North wants war they can have it, the Crown has the power to end it in an instant. We will give Winterfell to the Lannisters if need be."
"You can't break my Kingdom and rearrange it like a puzzle!" Viserys growled. After a few seconds of silence, he sat down. "We need the North, that much is clear. You're my advisors. And your advice isn't helpful right now."
Daemon agreed.
"Your Grace, the mere threat of dragonfire and destruction may be enough... if enacted properly," Otto suggested.
Silence.
"Go on," said Viserys.
"Prince Daemon knows Lady Y/N better than he lets on. Before she left for Winterfell because of her father's passing, they spent hours together in the woods every day. Or even training in the courtyard, as unladylike as that was." Daemon's eyes were fixed on Otto, daring him to say something that would cost him his life, as he drank from his cup and let him speak. "I may be overstepping here, but I think Lady Y/N considered Prince Daemon her friend here in court. As far as I know, she didn't spend time with anybody else."
"Do you think I should ride Caraxes all the way to Winterfell and win her over with the power of my friendship?" Daemon asked, before draining the rest of his wine. "I think you're overestimating my charms, Lord Hand."
It seemed he was the only one that found that funny. Lyonel Strong cleared his throat beside him before speaking.
"I think Ser Otto's point is Lady Y/N has proved herself to be unpredictable, and if threatening her will be our approach, it would be safer if Prince Daemon did it. Alone."
"Why?" King Viserys wondered what the rest of them were thinking.
"If she is ready for war as she claims in this message, we can't ride up North on dragonback and not expect retaliation. They could have scorpions or other kinds of weapons we do not know of."
"So you would have me risk my dragon."
Silence.
"Daemon, would she order an attack on you?" Viserys looked at him, appearing to consider the council's suggestion.
He sighed, playing with his cup. He knew what Viserys was really asking. Are you in any way to blame for this uprising? Did you hurt her in any way? How does she feel about you?
"No, she would not," he answered after a few moments of silence. "She knows Caraxes. I took her to the dragonpit more than once. He... appreciates her company."
Viserys understood what he meant. If Caraxes, as temperamental as he was, never considered her a threat, then she wasn't one, at least not to Daemon.
"It is decided then. On the morrow, you will leave for Winterfell. You will represent your King and put an end to this nonsense."
Lord Corlys was the only one that didn't seem happy with the decision, but said nothing.
Daemon simply nodded.
"As my King commands."
Next part.
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Nadie Más Que Tú
I wanted to try writing something, I love reading everyone’s beautiful work on here so I thought I'd write my own for funsies.
Just to preface I've never actually written anything before so I'm sorry if it's straight booty cheeks and doesn't make a whole lotta sense.
general warnings/cw: 18+ pls no minors ty, fem!reader, mentions of drinking/going to a bar, eventual smut. lmk if I’ve forgotten anything!
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You’ve been casually dating for six months now yet you only ever really see him on weekends and even that’s rare, hell you hadn’t even been intimate with the guy. But today was different. He didn’t have work due to a company dinner he was taking you to. So he decided to take you to the mall. Like a date?
“Are you sure you don’t want anything? I already told you it’s fine if you use my card.” Miguel said, trying to persuade you into buying something.
“I’m fine, I don’t need anything.”
This was true, what more could you want? You have a closet full of clothes and literally anything else you could want thanks to him.
“They have a boutique here, we could buy you a dress for tonight’s dinner.” He suggested.
It was like he was trying to get you to spend his money. Kinda cute honestly.
“Mm.. I guess?” You said a bit hesitant, still not wanting to spend his money.
You head over to the boutique and you start trying on different dresses with the help of one of the workers. Though none of the dresses seemed to be “the one”.
“We just got a beautiful dress shipped in if you want to try that one on.” The worker said.
“Let’s see it!” You said enthusiastically.
The worker goes into the back and brings out a gorgeous burgundy dress. It was long, had intricate lace backing, and a thigh high slit. You excitedly get into the changing room and put it on.
You walk out of the dressing room, it fits perfectly. The fabric hugs your curves in just the right ways, not to mention the color and how well it compliments your skin.
“You like it?” You give Miguel a little twirl to show it off and you SWEAR you saw him blush a little.
He pauses for a second, like he’s lost in a train of thought before he speaks. “It looks fine.” Is all he says though. A little disappointing of a response but.. at least he liked it?
“I’ll take it..!” You say with a smile.
You and Miguel walk out of the boutique, new dress in hand. You have a huge smile on your face.
“Thank you!” you say giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“It’s no problem.” He says with a faint smile.
He then wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked back to his car to leave and get ready at his place for dinner. Weird.. he isn’t usually very affectionate or the type to touch you in public…
— — —
About 30 minutes before dinner you were about done getting ready, putting on your new dress and some other accessories.
As you’re getting ready you just can’t shake off the thought of Miguel putting his arm around you like that, it makes your heart flutter a bit just thinking about it. What did it mean-
Your thoughts were interrupted by Miguel’s voice.
“You ready?”
He was still putting on his tie when he walked in the room.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Are we leaving now?” You looked up at him.
He kinda just stands in the doorway for a second, staring…
“Ah, yeah. Let’s go.” He cleared his throat and walked out.
Weird.. what was that about… he’s been like this ever since you left the boutique...
— — —
Dinner was pretty normal. If normal was horribly boring. All they were doing was talking about business stuff that you had absolutely no interest in. You were bored out of your mind.
Eventually the conversation shifts in a different direction. “So, how did you two meet?” One of Miguel’s co-workers asks. “We had no idea Miguel had a girlfriend.” Another spoke up.
You were a little caught off guard by the question and the response it got from the other co-worker… How did you guys meet..
“We met through a mutual friend.” You replied, sheepishly picking up your drink and taking a sip.
That was a lie. You actually met at a bar, nothing too crazy but it doesn’t sound very professional and you didn’t wanna embarrass Miguel.
You were down at a bar late at night with some of your girlfriends when you spotted a cutie all by himself. He looked a little older, just your type. With a little “Be right back!” you made your way over to him and started some small talk.
“This seat taken?”
“Depends who’s asking.”
Nonchalant type. I can work with that.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
You sit down and scoot yourself closer to him.
“What’s that?” You say pointing at his drink
“Whiskey.”
“Ugh, so boring..”
You picked up his drink and were about to take a sip when he gently grabbed it back.
“That’s unsanitary.” He gave a fake scowl.
“You almost didn't stop me.” You smile up at him proudly.
He scoffed.
“You got insta?”
“Excuse me?”
You rolled your eyes
“I thought you were older but I didn’t think you were that old.” You smirked. Sliding your already unlocked phone over to him.
He looked at you hesitantly before taking your phone and typing something in. He set your phone down before getting up and walking away without another word. Rude. With a giddy smile you pick up your phone and read.
don’t have one
That bastard…
— — —
“She’s just as amazing as the day we met.” Miguel chimed in.
“That’s really sweet!” The co-worker cooed.
You looked up at Miguel and smiled. He then rested one of his hands on your thigh, causing a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. He was doing it again.. so oddly affectionate.
The rest of the evening went smoothly. However, you still couldn’t shake off that weird feeling. Up until this point things with Miguel had never been this way. You treated each other like close friends most of the time.
The time to leave eventually rolled around and you both headed home, you could feel a strange tension in the car. You kept looking over at him but he looked fine.
I’m probably just tired..
Once home you noticed his demeanor had changed, he was acting a little strange but you tried to think nothing of it, he was probably just tired too.
You headed to his bedroom with him. As you went to close the door you turned around to find Miguel was standing in front of you, arms crossed.
“What are you doing..?” You ask fully confused on why he was standing there like that.
Miguel stepped closer to you, pushing you against the door. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, faster than you ever thought possible. He was much bigger than you, and that was very clear in this moment.
He leaned his head down close to your ear.
“You have no idea how fucking good you look in that dress.” Miguel whispered the vibration of his voice going straight to your core.
You could practically see the lust in his eyes.
“I thought about doing this in the dressing room at the boutique.” He said now running his hand down your curves.
You laughed nervously, squirming a bit. This has to be a joke… right?
“Miguel–” You tried to speak.
He turned you around on the door pressing himself against you again, you could feel his hard-on against your ass. Nope, definitely not a joke.
“How much did you have to drink?” You asked nervously as he pressed kisses on the back of your neck.
“I didn’t drink tonight.” He replied.
He then wrapped his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder.
“I just want you, I’ve wanted you..” He whispered into the shell of your ear, the words coming out of his mouth like honey. You could feel the wetness pool in your panties at the sound.
Fuck. He’s so hot. Why is he so hot? What is happening?!
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sage green | jeong yunho
word count: 633
request: congrats on 500 followers bestie‼️ may i request sage green + fluff/coffee shop au + yunho?
warnings: yunho and y/n are so stupidly in love with each other
author's note: you are so sick for requesting this babes (no you are not i actually died from the amount of fluff in here) hope you enjoy heheheh :D
it was absolutely ridiculous how often you visited the coffee shop that was conveniently located five minutes away from your campus and ten minutes away from your apartment. but who can blame you when the cutest man worked behind the counter.
"small vanilla iced coffee?" the cute barista asked, a warm smile on his face. oh did you mention that said cute barista knew your coffee order? that's how freakishly often you went.
an awkward giggle left your mouth as your cheeks warmed. "yes, please. i probably should take a break from all this cafiene"
you were too busy fishing your wallet out of your sage green tote bag to notice the cheeky smile growing on his face. "do you want to try something else without any cafeine?"
"excuse me?" you ask, the question throwing you off guard as you realize that this was out of your usual conversations with the barista.
"i can make you something without any cafeine if you prefer." he offers, the sage green sweater peaking through his coffee brown apron.
"sure, surprise me." you smile at him before sifting through your tote bag to look for your wallet.
"it's on the house, don't worry about it." the barista dismisses, shaking his head.
"are you sure?"
"yeah, don't worry your pretty head about it."
a slight blush forms on your cheeks at the word "pretty" and him using it towards you. he thought you were pretty? you were too wrapped up in the small win that the cute barista had some type of mutual feeling towards you that you didn't realize him visibly cringe at his words.
he meant to call you an endearing nickname or at least call you pretty but he didn't mean to say "pretty head". like who says that? head???
whatever, yunho tried to not think of the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him just a few moments ago. he carried on behind the counter, crafting and perfecting your non-caffeinated drink.
after a couple of minutes, yunho called out your name for you to get your drink. even though he says your name every time you order, the butterfly feeling truly never goes away.
"what's the drink?" you ask before bringing the cup to your lips.
"take a sip and i'll tell you." he teases as he wipes down the counter, making his eyes look somewhere else before he dies from the bubbly feeling in his stomach that he gets whenever he sees you.
"oh my god," you gasp, "this is delicious! what is it?"
yunho heart beats ten times faster seeing you light up with excitement over something he made for you. "it's a uh s'mores hot chocolate. the sugar will keep you going for a little bit."
"it's wonderful! thank you..." you pause mid sentence realizing that you never knew the cute barista's name.
"yunho." he answers with a warm smile on his face.
"thank you, yunho." you finish, with a grin.
there was an awkward pause between the both of you. one of those, i don't wanna leave you but i don't know what to say type of situations.
"you, uh, wanna grab dinner later?" yunho quickly asks, his words almost slamming into each other from how fast he was speaking. "i know a pizza spot down the street and they have deals for two slices for a dollar on tuesdays."
"sure, yeah i would love to." you answer, the blush on your cheeks growing with every second.
"i'm off in thirty minutes."
"perfect, i'll wait for you then."
"perfect." yunho mumbles as he watches you walk to an empty booth. the sage green sweater he was wearing was making him sweat as he finally realized he made a move on you after taking such a terribly long time to.
who would've thought that the cute barista who knew your order felt the same way? ;)
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Asking them to be “flings”
i have no other way to really tittle this idea but heres the concept;
randomly hitting genshin boys up (separately ofc!) saying you want a ‘fling’ and you end up confessing to them!
gn!reader x anemo boys!
quick A/N! I’ll check grammar/misspellings later, also trying a new style to my blogs so pls let me know if you like this style better! <3
Heizou
at first he thought you were joking. he completely laughs in your face, unaware that this would be something you’d actually want.
“you’re funny, y/n.” he says with a chuckle, ignoring you and going back to his work. after he realizes you’re serious, he looks up at you examining your expression.
“you’re serious?” he asks, still examining you. you nod at him and he continues. “we’ll, I’m not opposed to that idea. I never thought you’d be the type to ask something like that, though. so tell me, what’s your motive?”
you stare at him shyly, not knowing what to say. you couldn’t just tell him you had a crush on him this whole time and that you only want to hook up because you’re too scared to get rejected by him.
he notices your long pause and continues, trying to tease you. “don’t tell me you have a crush on me~”
you stiffen. you know he’s teasing you yet the thought that he may or may not know is eating you up inside. you’re unable to speak, your cheeks turn a light pink.
“is that the case?” he asks you firmly, trying to read your face before continuing.
you weakly nod and wait for his reaction. he closes his eyes, thinking for a moment.
“if that’s the case, I don’t want to be ‘flings’.” he says, finally looking at you. “if you want to date, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
you two smile at each other before setting up dinner plans for later that evening. you feel so happy you could die!
Kazuha
“no.” he says seconds after you ask him, completely crushing you.
you awkwardly turn to leave the room when he reaches for your hand.
“wait-“ he pauses, “don’t ask anyone else, though.”
“I won’t, I only wanted to do it with you” you’re immediately shocked that you’d even confess something like that to kazuha of all people. you cover your mouth, turning away from him to hide your embarrassment.
he turns his head, confused at you. “what do you mean, Y/N? why only with me?”
you take a deep breath before speaking. “I like you kazuha, I’ve liked you for a while now. I didn’t know how to tell you so I thought maybe I would just ask if you’d want to hook up and maybe something will happen out of that..” you were rambling at this point.
he silently nods while listening to you, his expression not changing once. when you finish talking, he smiles at you. “you should’ve said that from the beginning. I don’t do those ‘flings’ but I’d be more than happy to take you out for dinner and see where things go from there.” his smile is warm and genuine. he gently pats your head before he speaks again. “are you free this weekend? I know a spot.”
Scaramouche
he drops what he’s doing and gives you a death stare, sending shivers down your spine. “excuse me?”
you flinch a little at his words, not knowing what else to say. “repeat yourself.” he says firmly. you tell him again, in a smaller voice.
“I thought that was what you said.” he said with a sigh. “what’s your reasoning? you’re not the type that usually asks me for such a.. request.” he looks you up at down trying to read you.
“well.. I just.. I like you.” you say shyly, almost scared.
“what?” he stares at you again, but he stares at you a lot softer.
“I like you, I’ve been trying to confess to you for a while now but you just never got the hits.. I know you hook up with people casually so I thought maybe I could try that route instead.” you go on, rambling.
“stop.” he says, and you tighten up. “you like me?” he asks. you shyly nod. “are you sure?” he says, more so asking himself.
“of course I’m sure!” you say, wondering why he would even ask that. he takes a moment to process everything.
“I like you too.” he says, now shyly. “I didn’t think you’d like someone like.. someone like me.” he says.
you chuckle, “of course you’d say that! you’re far more than just your title and your past, scara. I want to get to know every side of you.”
he shyly moves closer to you, holding your hands, looking at them. “thank you.” he says before he looks up at you and smiles.
Venti
venti giggles at you, shaking his head. “oh Y/N, I know you’re way too innocent to ever want to have a ‘fling’ with someone randomly.” he holds your hand, looking into your eyes. “so, why all of a sudden have you asked for such a thing?”
venti was so good at reading you he knew, he didn’t even have to look at you to know this isn’t the type of thing you’d ever do. you felt like you had no choice but to be honest with him. making up a lie wouldn’t help this situation.
you take a deep breath, “venti, I have a crush on you.” you look at him, waiting for a response before continuing.
he nods, waiting for you to keep talking, so you do. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, I thought this would be the best way to ease my way in..”
he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder. “oh Y/N. you should’ve just told me, it would’ve been a lot less more embarrassing on your part and a lot easier.” he walks towards a tree, patting the ground next to him, hinting you sit next to him.
you take a seat next to him as he continues. “I have no clue why you decided to ask me that of all things, but I’m glad it wasn’t the reasons most people ask others for such a thing.” he smiles at you, holding your hand. “with that being said, I like you too. I don’t know when I started liking you, but I did and I still do. you amaze me everyday, even now. If I had to spend the rest of a lifetime with someone, you’d be my first choice.” he looks at you, waiting for you’re response now.
your cheeks turn a deep red shade. he chuckled at your reaction. he leans over saying “I hope we can be more than friends after this” before moving your head towards him, kissing you.
Xiao
xiao has no words, he just stares at you. dumbfounded. he couldn’t believe you had just said that, and he couldn’t believe he was blushing because you said that. he blinks before asking you “can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you right?”
you shyly nod, repeating the same request you had asked him just a couple seconds ago. he covers his mouth, looking around to see if anyone was around.
“why? who put you up to this?” he seems a bit angry, annoyed. he grabs your wrist, and takes you to a private area.
“no one put me up to this!” you tell xiao as he continues to pull you along with him. “I’m the only one who made myself say that, and now I regret saying anything at all.” he stops walking and looks back at you.
“why did you say it then?” he says eager to know the reason. “I like you, xiao. I didn’t know how to tell you so I thought maybe this could help me a little? It was dumb I know but..” “It’s not dumb!” he cuts you off, “I think it’s kind of cute, and I’m flattered you would.. like me” he says the last part shyly
“of course I like you, xiao. I’ve liked you for a while now, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” you say shyly
he smiles, “and you’re the best thing that’s happened to me as well. but please, don’t scare me like that again.” you both chuckle.
“would you like to go out later today?”
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Hi! May I request a Namjoon there was only one bed F2L? And congratulations on your milestone!
tysm, sweet bean! i hope you enjoy the last installment of my 2k drabblepalooza 💕
the one with namjoon and the graveyard shift
pairing: doctor!kim namjoon x doctor!reader (gn)
type: drabble (f) | wc: 1k | rating: pg13
au: medical (emergency dept.), friends to something
summary: there are two (2) doctors working the emergency department overnight. there’s only one (1) bed in the on-call room.
cw: the setting, obvi; references to used PPE (blood/fluid implied but not described); both are trauma surgeons, so that’s discussed in minimal detail; dark joke re: calling time of death — they’re coping with their circumstances, okay? also, not thoroughly proofread atm 😵💫
🔞 this drabble is sfw, regardless, my content is not for minors. minors and ageless blogs who interact with me or my writing will be blocked.
By the time the rush is over, Kim Namjoon is ready to collapse.
It’s damn near three o’clock in the morning, and every part of him aches. That fact is almost exclusively due to standing for as long as he has been, turning and running on a dime; however, the unintentional, stray elbow he took to the side of the head can’t be discounted.
All he wants to do now is drop his overworked body onto the closest flat surface, even if it means he passes out where he stands.
“Only on your second gown for the night? Aish,” scoffs the only other on-call physician. “Gotta get those rookie numbers up, Joon.”
Namjoon’s eyelids have started to turn into lead, but the rest of him feels immediately lighter when he hears your voice.
He glances up to find you leaning against the doorframe, peeling off yet another pair of gloves. You drop them into the bright red, biomedical waste bin to your left. It’s where he just finished discarding a trauma gown that could pass as a Jackson Pollock piece, unaware that you’d been watching.
He’s exhausted. He smiles anyway, though, and points to the hair spilling out of the elastic band you’d tied it up with.
As he does, he steps forward, closer, and laughs, “Speaking of rookies —” He pauses briefly to tuck a stray strand back behind your ear. “Teach your ponytail to keep up. The emergency department is no place for slackers.”
His hand lingers at the side of your face a little longer than is necessary. He tells himself it’s simply because he’s powering down, but that lie doesn’t convince him. The warmth radiating off your cheek is the closest thing to comfort in this wing of the hospital, and it’s making it even harder to keep his legs underneath him.
This kind of contact — the gentle, non-emergent kind — is rare in this line of work. Trauma surgeons like the pair of you are rarely able to be slow or soft, so this tiny gesture seems to affect you, too. You sway a bit, likely involuntarily, and lean into his touch. The weight of your night so far makes your shoulders slump, even as you lift your hand to cover your yawn.
As if you’ve read his mind, you nod your head in the general direction of the on-call room.
“Time to call it?”
Not too tired for one of your bits, it seems.
Namjoon bites back a grin, glances down at his watch, then looks back up at you. “Time of death: 2:52,” he announces solemnly with a shake of his head and a sigh. “I’ve expired.”
One corner of your mouth tugs downward, too tired to fake a full frown. You link your arm around his, let your head droop sideways against his shoulder. You hum, “Rest in peace, Dr. Kim.”
He snorts. “Yeah, for fifteen minutes until the next rush hits.”
You pause on the way out the door to rap your knuckles against it. He doesn’t have to ask why: it’s wooden, you’re superstitious, and Namjoon, as usual, likely just jinxed you.
You shoot him a pointed look when you reel your arm back, and though you don’t chide him out loud, he grimaces in silent apology for giving the universe ideas. Then, without any further hesitation, you hold each other up as you shuffle off down the hallway.
He’s thankful for these quiet moments with you, even though they often come in the middle of the night. Ones where neither of you needs to summon the energy for words because you can get your point across regardless. It feels good to be known so well, especially when every other part of his ecosystem changes so rapidly from minute to minute.
Namjoon adapts well — a good man in a storm, according to you — but there’s one change he’s not prepared for: the bunked beds in the on-call room are down a mattress.
He stops short as soon as he sees the unoccupied frame of the top bunk, which he normally crashes in; not because he prefers it, but because he suspects you’re afraid of heights.
“Aish,” he mutters.
Without having to think about it for a second, he slips his arm out from the crook of yours and gestures to the door. “I think that broken gurney is still hanging out near the radiology department.”
Your forehead crinkles in confusion until he continues, “I’ll go and crash there.”
You frown, which doesn’t surprise him in the slightest.
For him, you willingly sacrifice the last Nescafé pod, the only Yakult left in the cafeteria, and most significantly, your good pens — the ones that don’t smudge, no matter how hastily you write. The ones you bring from home and refuse to share with anyone else because they can’t be trusted to return them.
You give, and for once, Namjoon has the opportunity to make you take.
He turns to leave, only to be stopped by your hand looping around his wrist. You don’t say anything; you simply shake your head and then nod towards the bottom bunk. He lets you lead him to your destination, lets you let him go so you can shimmy across the mattress. Back now flush against the wall behind you, you look up at him for as long as you can stand to keep your eyes open.
Namjoon doesn’t move, and he doesn’t know why he doesn’t. He wants to. You look so comfortable — so soft — despite how small you’ve made yourself to accommodate him. Inviting, even.
Then, it hits him: If he curls up next to you now, will he be willing to get up again?
No, he thinks, absolutely not.
Even with your eyes closed, you sense him stalling. You frown again and this time, it’s interrupted by a yawn. Without opening your eyes, you mumble, “Paging Dr. Kim.”
He knows better than to ignore a call like that.
Carefully, he sits on the mattress with his back to you. Then, he lets the weight of his exhaustion pull him down towards the pillow, to you. He sighs as he sinks, already relieved. Already softer.
As if on instinct, your arm drapes over his midsection and eliminates any millimeters that may have survived this long in a space so small. The last thing he feels before he drifts off to sleep is your forehead nuzzling into the space between his shoulder blades.
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The Key
Tim had just wrapped up a long day at the office and he was still mentally going over the findings in his head. Every little detail of the current case the NCIS team was working on looped repeatedly in his mind. He had heard about this somewhere and he couldn’t quite place where, but it was really starting to bug him on a level he couldn’t quite comprehend.
He trudged into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, YN, who greeted him with a warm smile. The sight made him forget some of the hellacious work of the day, if even for a moment.
“Hey there, handsome,” she greeted as she looked up from her book.
“Hey there yourself,” he replied.
“Long day?” she questioned. To which her boyfriend replied with just a simple nod as he placed his bag down on the unoccupied chair off to the side. “I can see it on your face. Dragging case?”
“You have no idea.” Tim said as he planted himself on the couch right beside her.
YNN instinctively moved closer to him and cuddled into his side as McGee placed his arm around her. “Care to share?” she asked. “Well, the little you can at least.”
Tim thought about it for a moment, knowing his girlfriend would probably be able to give some unbiased insight as she normally did in a situation such as the one they were in. So, he gave her all the details he was allowed to share with her, which granted wasn’t a lot but usually that was enough for her to give him and the team enough of a nudge in the right direction. So, he decided to give you the bit of information he could, hoping that it would be enough for his knowledgeable girl to help with.
But as he explained everything, Tim noticed how YN’s face changed. It wasn’t the normal in thought look she would often get during these types of conversations but more of a look of fear. Something within his words flipped a switch in her mind, putting her into panic mode and he had not even the faintest idea of what it could've been, but he could see it just by the slightest look on her face.
So, he paused for a moment and looked at her with concerned eyes. “YNN? What is it?” He questioned and sat up slightly taking her with him.
YN took a deep breath before responding. “I know that signature.”
“What do you mean you know the signature? What signature?” he questioned with a genuine look of confusion in his eyes as she finally looked up at him to see it.
“You said the Ducky found an antique key shoved down your victim’s throat, yes?” she questioned, and Tim could only nod. “Well, so did the medical examiner that did Darren’s autopsy.”
McGee’s eyes widened at the realization. “They never caught the guy, did they?” he asked, knowing the answer already. Tim had gone over the details of her brother’s murder with her and Gibbs, Vance even, several times and the fact that he didn’t catch the one dollop of securing fact within the current case they were working and Darren’s had jarred him.
“No.” Chy said as she shook her head and it almost seemed like she was fading into her own little world.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” He could see the panic arise in her eyes.
“There is no way it’s just a coincidence that I traveled from Texas to DC in order to get away from it all and then a year later, there’s another murder like that of Darren’s around the same area that I now live in…” she trailed her thoughts consuming her and Tim took quick notice of the way her breathing had now become labored. “Oh god…” she looked over at her boyfriend in pure horror. "He's coming after me Tim.”
Her whole body shook as McGee pulled her into his hold, her panic escalating into a full-blown panic attack. Though he feared the same, it was his job as her boyfriend to comfort her and protect her. He held her close to him, running a gentle hand down her back to try and sooth her in any way he could while softly speaking to her in reassuring tones.
“Hear my heart? Just focus on that, okay?” he whispered, his tone a calming melody amidst the storm raging through her mind at that moment. “I promise you, YNN, that you are safe with me.” he vowed, his voice unwavering in an attempt to convince not only her but also himself. “We’ll catch him. I won't let anything happen to you.”
Gradually, her breaths steadied, the panic subsiding under the warmth of Tim’s embrace. She clung to him, finding the solace she needed in his hold and in his promise.
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vampire!nanami is plaguing my mind rn. he gets bitten but doesnt even fully realize he's been turning into something a little farther from human for the past week.
he pins it down as some sort of overly punishing cold, a stomach bug working hard enough to have him call in sick from work for the very first time. all of a sudden his room is never dark enough and the pain in his neck is no longer throbbing; but he has to tell his boss to switch him over to the nightshift and there's something new building in his stomach, something that only grows at the sight of you.
at first, nanami would only rarely see you in the office, half asleep as you gathered the things at your desk and began to finally head home when coworkers were just beginning to settle in for the day. you're always slumped against the metal of the elevator, hardly able to keep yourself up in your brief moments of pause. he'd catch a glimpse of you before the doors would slide close, practically tipping over like a cut down tree.
now he and you somewhat share the same schedule. it's nauseating. a month into this and the proximity of the elevator is still too much to deal with. nanami had expected to adjust to this eventually, once he finally put two and two together and decided to address the odd sharpening of his teeth and senses. he isn't the type to let something like this get in the way of his life, so he heads to work, he gets things done, and he tries to remember to breath more evenly when he catches a particularly strong wave of whatever it is about you that drives him crazy.
nanami isn't one to lose his composure. there are other people in this office that work closely to him, that lean over him to point something out on his pc, that pat him on the back encouragingly when they see him making his first coffee of the night. not once does is he ever swallowed by the need to clutch these people in his hands and find out what's underneath their skin. sure, there's a curiosity, the natural type that he assumes comes with this sort of thing; but its one he's always been able to dismiss easily. blood can be substituted and he's more than content with that if it means he can continue living through life as normally as possible.
but there's a certain satisfaction that must be intimately tied into you, one that his body screams at him for trying dissolve. it's so juxtaposed from his normalcy that he isn't sure what to do with it.
he could change the timing of his leave from work, head into the elevator after you, but there's almost this unspoken routine now, and the last thing nanami needs is you thinking he's deliberately attempting to avoid you. although, a deeper, more twisted, part of him wants to maintain this small sample of you.
he eats, and tries to sleep, complains about work, reads when he finds the time, checks in with friends whenever they reach out, wears his reading glasses despite his vision getting better, and thinks about making plans to travel. these are small reasons for living, enough to keep him going. it wouldn't feel right to go about it any different way.
when you speak to him for the first time, the world feels like it's being violently torn apart.
the work day has ended for the both of you, dawn is much too close to rising and overtime is unfortunately a normalcy for you. you worked especially hard tonight. there's a bit of paleness to your skin and the whites of your eyes have been tinged pink. per usual, you're slightly slumped against the wall, hand brushing against the cold metal bar lining the thick panels.
he feels your eyes brushing over him tonight, they pause at his hands.
"was rain forecasted for today?" you ask. you're referencing the black umbrella in his hand.
"i have a long commute from here," he replies. which isn't a lie, but it isn't the whole truth either. today was forecasted to be incredibly sunny, not a cloud in sight.
your eyebrows raise, "you seem like the prepared type. that's a good thing." he doesn't know why you feel the need to clarify.
the doors open and nanami realizes his ears aren't ringing, rather it's just the intercom telling him his on the ground floor and that it was time to get off. you don't rush to leave him, no, you walk with him outside. you don't question why his umbrella is already open, though you do dare a glance up at the sky before eyeing him sneakily. the sun is rising and the streets are already busy with cars and people.
"rest well, nanami. and decent job at work today." you smile at him slightly, it's a bit tight at the corners. he wishes he could press the fatigue out of you.
"only decent?" he asks. its safe banter. your choice of words, even with only having spoken to you briefly, are deliberate sounding, almost like hooks in the water. so much purpose behind them. nanami's grip on the handle of the umbrella tightens. this is too much. he should leave this alone.
"being anything more than that would be insulting in this line of work, wouldn't it?" you laugh dryly, it shouldn't sound so tasteful.
he smiles, only slightly, he won't flash teeth. "ah well, decent job to you too. and rest well."
you lighten a little in the sun, brightening at his words.
he makes the mistake of breathing in too deeply once you've turned away. he smells it above anything else, the liquid pumping in your veins matches the heat of his.
nanami draws blood from his own cheek and reminds himself to take a very cold shower once he gets home.
#HEHEHEHE#my characterization of him is v much still in the works but i couldnt stop thinkingggg#the struggle to keep the normalcy in his life as a vamp like omg he totally would#like hey ur a bloodsucker now!! ur life is a bit more difficult#and he's like um??? no????#and then you come along and just boom!! suddenly it very much is!!!!#i mean hows he meant to resist it?#moss writes#nanami x reader#jjk x reader#ch: nanami kento
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