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percyluvr · 2 months

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heyyyy, so i was wondering if you were feeling up to it if you could write a jason grace x poseidon!reader. it’s basically like a scene from where they just began the journey on the argo and percy, being the slow and loveble older brother he is, finds out jason is dating his little sister and some silly chaos ensues at the dinner table

jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader summary: your boyfriend and your brother have issues at first, but bond over the fact that they both love you with all their hearts wc: 1199

You and Jason had been dating since he'd appeared randomly at camp with Leo and Piper. You had been so devastated over the disappearance of your brother, and Jason had been struck by your beauty. He did everything in his power to help you feel better, and during the process, the two of you had fallen deeply in love. Every now and then you thought about Percy and what he would think of your new boyfriend, and you would be sad all over again, but Jason never failed to make you feel better. Jason Grace was the ideal boyfriend, you thought, and he proved it more and more every single day that the two of you were together.

When the Argo II was built, and the lost trio was ready to head off to New Rome, Jason was the one that suggested you come with to see if your brother was there. The suggestion just further proved what a wonderful person and boyfriend he was, and you accepted the offer. Your voyage to New Rome held lots of good memories and fun, but the closer the ship got to New Rome, the more worried you were that your brother wouldn't be there, even if it was almost 100% guaranteed that he would be. You didn't think you could handle it if you lost another person, especially your brother who'd been there for you your entire life. He protected you when the two of you first arrived to camp, even though he was scared out of his mind, and he protected you and comforted you when your mother had gotten turned into dust by the minotaur, even though he was just as devastated by the loss of her. The two of you shared so many memories together and thinking of them only made you sadder when you realized how long it had been since you last saw him.

The Argo II arrived in New Rome, and you all had a peculiar interaction with a certain talking limbless statue. Once the situation was handled, the Argo II hovered over Camp Jupiter, and everyone other than Coach Hedge warily got out of the ship, not quite sure what the Romans' reactions would be, even Jason who was a Roman himself.

When you reached the ground, your eyes searched the crowd for the familiar green eyes and black hair of your brother, and when you finally found him, you saw Annabeth rushing over to him. When she flipped him onto the ground, it brought a smile to your face. Their relationship was the most beautiful thing you'd seen in your life, and it made you so proud to see your brother happy. With Jason's arm around your waist, you waited until Annabeth and Percy parted, before sprinting over to Percy and jumping into his arms. To say he was surprised was an understatement. You and Annabeth had been the only people he remembered when Hera wiped his memories, and seeing you after so long made him beyond happy.

His arms gripped you tightly as he whispered in your ear. "I can't even explain how happy I am to see you. How is mom?" He asks almost immediately.

"Mom is good, she's really good. So is Paul. But how are you?"

"I'm good, now that I've got two of my favorite girls with me again," he jokes, earning a smack on each arm from you and Annabeth.

It felt good to be able to joke around with your older brother again, almost too good to be true. Apparently it was too good to be true, because after an attack is fired from the Argo II, all of you have to rush up the ladder and get out of there as quick as possible. You grab Percy's hand tightly, his gripping yours impossibly tighter. Neither of you could stand to lose each other again.

Aboard the ship, tensions were high. Even if you weren't Percy's sister and hadn't been around him your whole life, you would still be able to tell how pissed off he was that this happened. When Leo confessed to him firing the attack, you and Annabeth had to hold Percy from pouncing on Leo. You understood where he was coming from, though. Imagine working this hard to make the Romans see that the Greeks weren't so bad, and then some guy you don't even know fires an attack on the camp and you're back at zero. You'd be pissed off too.

When dinner time rolled around, Percy had been much calmer. The atmosphere had lightened up, at least until both your brother and your boyfriend went to sit in the same seat at the head of the table. They stared intensely at each other until everyone decided that Annabeth should sit at the head of the table.

You thought the problem had ended there, but both of them tried to sit on the chair to your left. Percy looked at him with a strange expression, probably a mix of confusion and annoyance at this point.

"Dude, really? What's your problem?" Percy asks, crossing his arms.

"I just want to sit here, not a big deal," Jason replies.

Percy raises his eyebrow. "Well, I want to sit next to my sister, and there's only one chair open next to her."

You looked at Piper, who was sitting to your right, and she took the hint. She got up and moved to the other side of the table.

"Guys, please. Just sit down already, it's not a big deal," you say exasperatedly.

Percy eyes you and Jason skeptically, but takes the chair to your right anyway. He seemed to lighten up due to the fact that he was now sitting between his girlfriend and his sister.

Dinner was going fine, until Percy spots your hand intertwined with Jason's under the table.

"Soo, anything new in your life you want to tell me about?" He asks you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Um, no. I mean other than Jason, Leo, and Piper showing up, not really."

"So, no new guys that like you? No new crushes?"

You finally understand what he's trying to do, and sigh loudly.

"Yes, Percy. Jason and I are dating, is there a point to this?"

He just grins in response and moves his gaze to Jason. "You better treat her right man, or I'll have to whoop you," he semi-jokes.

Jason raises his eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. You could whoop me if we were on a beach, maybe," he jokes back.

"Nah, I could take you any day of the week, beach or no beach. I'd whoop your ass with just my fists."

This makes everyone at the table laugh.

"Nah, but seriously man. I'll take care of her. I really like her, and I'd never even think about treating her wrong," Jason says seriously.

Percy smiles at him. "I'll hold you to that."

Jason brings your hand to his lips and gently kisses it, making everyone at the table fake gag.

"Oh shut up, you're all just jealous," you say, smiling the widest you had in a while.

You finally had your brother back, and he seemed to like your boyfriend.

a/n: y'all i am so sorry for not posting anything in almost a week lmfao i got my tooth pulled and i've been suffering all week

#pjo #pjo series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #jason grace x you #jason grace fluff #jason grace imagine #jason grace #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo x reader #pjo imagine #i need him biblically

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whateverisbeautiful · 28 days

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What a joy and an honor to have loved Richonne's epic love story as hard as we could while we could. 🥹

Richonne means so very much to me and always will. To say their story has impacted my life for the better would honestly be an understatement. Rick and Michonne and their journey together from season 3 to TOWL played a part in keeping me going because life gets hard but the love captured between these characters is such an inspiring light that is exquisite and powerful and worth sticking around to behold.

And while 'it feels like it's ending'…it’s like Michonne said - they don’t die and neither does the love we have for them. We’ll be able to cherish Richonne and every single breathtakingly beautiful moment they gave us always. Richonne are the ones who live, the ones who love like no other, and the ones who will eternally hold a special place in my life.

This one-of-a-kind, out-of-this-world, moving beyond-words love story between profound soulmates Rick and Michonne Grimes - two of the greatest characters in media brought to life by the phenomenal Danai Gurira and Andrew Lincoln, two of the greatest actors in the craft - it lives on forever. And for that, I’m truly thankful. 🤍

Rick and Michonne got their happy ending with their precious children. 😭 They won. We won. 🙌🏽🎉

Also! In honor of that deleted picnic scene, (which I would have loved to see make the final cut) I just thought I'd share my little headcanon ending scene. A few days before the towl finale, I had this vision of a Grimes Family picnic moment being the final shot of the show, but of course, my vision includes a Carl cameo to complete the Grimes Family moment. This is what I had written down and imagine as a day for their family now that they're back together as they're meant to be:

Rick and Michonne have another Family Fun Day picnic with their kids. There’s this calm quiet moment where Judith is snuggled up to Michonne happily reading the book her parents brought home for her on the blanket, RJ is resting with Rick’s arm around him, Michonne is nestled by Rick’s side, and then Rick looks out and sees essentially the spirit of Carl standing from afar. Rick and his son share this warm smile as Carl gives a proud nod signaling this is everything he’s wanted for his dad - to feel safe and happy with their family just like Carl wrote to Rick in his letter.

And then Michonne looks at Rick and asks, “You see something?” And Rick just looks in Michonne’s eyes, smiles at her and says a content, “Yeah” before kissing her - finally seeing and experiencing the family he thought he’d lost for good but they’re all with him now. And then it ends with Richonne doing their signature thing of holding hands while enjoying this hard-earned and much-deserved day of peace with their family. 🥰

That, along with the abundance of golden moments we actually got within this miniseries and the main show, is how I'll forever remember my beloved Richonne and their Grimes family. Resilient love personified. It's been an unforgettable journey and I'm grateful for every part of it. Thank you, Andy & Danai. Thank you, Rick and Michonne. Long Live Richonne. 👑

#i'll love them always and forever #thank you richonne #thank you andy and danai #much more to say & revel over in due time - for now i'm just so grateful we got everything & more with the masterpiece that is richonne 🙏🏽#richonne #the ones who live #twd towl #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #grimes family 2.0 #twd towl spoilers #the walking dead: the ones who live

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chiiyuuvv · 1 month

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fuma as a crush and bf ₊˚ෆ

crush/bf!fuma x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

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When fuma has a crush on you, he’d..

(♡•♡) give you small smiles whenever you enter the room, whenever you open your mouth to speak, whenever you make eye contact.. It’s just his way of saying hello without sounding like an idiot.

(♡•♡) stutter whenever you talk to him. It’s part of the reason why he likes to stick to small smiles. Not because he hates your presence, he just hates the fact that he stutters so much around you, his cheeks burning red as he bats his eyes to the floor, finding his shoes extra shiny

(♡•♡) be protective over you. He likes to call himself subtle, but anyone walking by can see the glares he gives to men when they try to even take a glance at you. You don’t know it yet, but you’re his girl, so no one is going to be looking at you in any type of way >:(

(♡•♡) follow you like a lost puppy. Or should I say, “she said she likes this, so I’m going to do the same thing” knowing good and well he despises whatever action you’re doing. If you decide to put bows in his hair, he’d be cringing on the inside, but hey, at least you’re happy 🤷‍♀️

(♡•♡) confess when you’re trapped inside a run down elevator. Usually fuma would like to keep his feelings to himself, but he hates when he begins to second guess the situation, thinking about all the possible ways something could go wrong. It limits him from being happy, and he hates feeling trapped inside a box. So as you’re sitting there in silence, he’d randomly blurt out the feelings he’s been holding back, finally able to get them off his chest. He doesn’t expect you to like him back, so to say he was a little shocked when you got up and kissed him was an understatement.

When you’re dating fuma, he’d..

♥‿♥ want to go grocery shopping together! He’d insist on carrying all the baskets and paying for all your purchases, your only job is to point at the things you want so he can get them for you. Likes to socialize when waiting in the checkout line, his arm wrapped around your waist while he pushes your head to his shoulder; he’s not exactly a pda type of guy, but he does crave your warmth from time to time :3

♥‿♥ put his hand on your thigh whenever you’re in a dinner setting. This isn’t to rile you up in any type of way, just like a comforting reminder, chanting the words, “I’m here,” if you somehow manage to forget. He’d also feed you snacks if you’re out on a picnic or something. It honestly reminds me of High School Musical, the scene where Troy and Gabriella are trying to throw grapes into each other's mouths. It’s romantic yet silly, something fuma cherishes.

♥‿♥ want you to go to the gym with him. You don’t even have to work out, he just likes it when you’re watching him do his form. He feels powerful almost, knowing he’s the reason why you drool, which keeps him motivated to do better 😋

♥‿♥ be your #1 supporter. Like I said before, fuma doesn’t like being trapped inside a box, so he’d encourage himself to step out of his shell and face his fears, the same goes for you. He understands why you’re scared, but he wants you to understand that he will be with you every step of the way. When you finally face your fear, fuma would be so proud of you, spending the rest of the day (or week (or month)) spoiling you, celebrating your victory. And if you didn’t, fuma would console you, because at least you tried your hardest, you know?

♥‿♥ nag at you. Fuma is not only your boyfriend.. He’s your mother atp. Nags at you for going outside without a jacket. Nags at you for staying inside and playing pokemon all day. Nags at you for refusing to eat your vegetables – he’d give you one stern look, and right then and there did you know that you messed up. He doesn’t want to seem mean, but he wants you to take care of your health is all :((

︴bonus! @kehnarii, i told you were thoughts were in good hands!!

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asuyaka · 6 months

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I saw that you write for BSD, so can I request a Dazai x Male Reader(could be gn too, I'm fine with whatever) where the reader is also a detective from ADA and they are bloody rich and they love giving Dazai the royal treatment? I'm talking about carrying his stuff for him, buying whatever he wants without even needing to ask for it, paying for literally everything, making him snacks that they know he will like, opening doors for him, letting him walk on the safer side of the street, giving him flowers, playing with his hair, changing his bandages for him, carrying him around when he doesn't want to use his legs, showering him with kisses and compliments, praising him for his work and constantly expressing how proud they are of him, the whole nine yards.

I just want that man to get some good pampering, heaven knows he needs it.

★ - aaaa!!! 'm sooo glad 'm gettin BSD reqs!! >_< dazai isn't really 'm cup of tea, but 'm think he's okay ! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

☆ - Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader — Can be read as Male reader!

♡ - It's 'm first time tryin' ta write kissin' scenes 'n stuff so please tell me if it's good! Constructive criticism is heavily 'ppreciated! ( •̀ ω •́ )y

It's not an understatement to say you're wealthy. You've worked hard to get where you are now, been through your fair share of trauma to finally live a somewhat stable life in the ADA.

Someone as wealthy as you with no family members to spoil should have someone to make feel worthy, right?

You do. Your best friend, and somehow boyfriend, Dazai Osamu, and his ever-so-concerning suicidal tendencies.

You love him more than anything, as cheesy as that may sound. And you spoil him to make sure he knows that too. Sure, Kunikida may call it a waste of money, but what will you do with it? You're happy in your quaint little ADA-issued dorm room, and sure people might berate you for not buying a million-dollar mansion but that's a waste of money.

You might be millions upon millions of yen wealthy, but you're humble with it.

Not with your spending on Dazai but... he's your boyfriend, who cares?

You walk into the main ADA office with a bright smile on your face. Not that your expression is visible, there's a massive array of flowers covering it.

"[Name] is doing it again," Yosano says as she rolls her eyes. She was the one who with her expert wingman skills, brought you and Dazai together and you'll always be greatful for that.

You wave at Atsushi who was always front and center at you and Dazai's 'gross lovey-dovey actions' as Tanizaki says.

Atsushi gets up, knocking on the Director's door. "Dazai-san, [Name]-san is here for you."

You shift the bouquet from your center to your left side, hiding an array of gifts in the bag you bought as well.

Dazai walks out of the Director's office, hands in his pockets as he pats Atsushi's head. "Alright, what is it this—" His eyes widen when they meet yours.

This isn't the first time you've given Dazai gifts that were obviously expensive. There was a time when you gave him a car and quickly learned how horrible of a driver he was so you weren't making that mistake ever again.

"All of this is for... me?" Dazai points at himself exasperatedly, his eyes wandering around your frame. The bouquet was almost twice your size, full to the brim with pink flowers— flowers he could easily recognize.

They were Camelllias. Flowers that meant love.

"Come, come! There's more for you." You beamed, putting the flowers down and handing him the bag.

Naomi was curious about what was in it the second you walked past the reception, Kenji, was just a naturally curious person.

Dazai pulls out a sharkitty plush. There were two of them, one in black and another in grey. "Oh, they're matching! I thought they looked cute so—"

"They're amazing— you're amazing." Dazai breathes out, a soft tint of red on his face.

Ranpo makes an overexaggerated gagging noise, leaning back against his chair with a lollipop in his mouth.

"I can easily stop supplying you with candy."

Ranpo takes that as an easy warning, immediately going back to doing his work.

"I have a date reserved for us if you aren't busy?" Your voice comes out sheepishly as if it's your first time asking Dazai out. In front of his co-workers it is, but with the amount of PDA you two do, asking him out shouldn't be this embarrassing.

"Crabs?"

"Who do you think I am? Of course, they have crabs."

Dazai smiles, grabbing the bouquet and letting you lead the way. You two begin walking, bidding farewell to your co-workers as you speed up a bit, opening the door for him.

"Ughh— just get out already! No one wants to see you two fawn over each other!" Ranpo yells from his chair. You hear Dazai laugh as he waves one final goodbye, glad he doesn't have to do anymore work, and glad he gets to spend time with you— his partner.

You close the door shut, grabbing the stuff from Dazai's arms so he doesn't have to carry anything. He pressed a kiss on your cheek. He loves you, so so much.

"You didn't have to spend so much on me, you know?" He says softly as he stuffs his hands in his pockets again.

"I don't care about my spending when they come to you, Dazai. I've told you this before, anything you want I'll get it for you. You're my boyfriend, and I love you. What more of a reason do I need?"

Dazai's cheeks burn bright. He's never been the one on the receiving end of flirting, but that all changed when he met you.

He's never felt love, romantic at least, until you came into his life.

He wishes you met Odasaku, you two would've gotten along. "I-I know, you're just—"

"Amazing? Perfect? Stunning? Ooo, maybe you're gonna call me beautiful!" You fill in for him, a cheeky grin on your face as you open the car door for him.

You put your gifts in the backseat, settling in the driver's seat with an adorning smile on your face. "Reward your doting partner with a kiss?"

Dazai rolls his eyes but brings his bandaged hand to your cheek. Your lips meet his in the middle and your hand rests atop his. The kiss was slow, your lips pressed against his like they were made for each other— like you two were made for each other.

You break the kiss in a pant, looking at Dazai with nothing short of fondness in your eyes. "You're great, you're so amazing Dazai."

"Shut up and kiss me."

You comply, now leaning over him as your lips press together, your teeth clacked against his. Dazai's tongue twirled with yours, pressing against the roof of your mouth, his hands settling on your hips as a groan left his mouth, your knee resting in the middle of his legs.

"HAVE SOME DECENCY YOU TWO!"

The two of you separated, looking at the voice with short breaths. Kunikida was standing in front of your windshield, an exasperated look on his face.

You wave an apology, fixing yourself up and sitting back in the driver's spot.

"You okay?" You ask quietly, you and Dazai's hand still intertwined.

"Dinner, right?"

You nod, pressing a final kiss on his cheek as you buckle him and then yourself. "I love you."

Dazai smiles, grabbing the black sharkitty plush from the back, and leaving it in his lap. "I have a crush on you." He says bluntly, his hands scratching the fur on the plushie's body.

You roll your eyes at Dazai's odd way of saying he loves you, but that's just how he is, and you couldn't have him any other way.

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 7 months

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Not wanted (part 1)

Pairing : Daemon Targaryen x Chubby fem reader

Summer : "The silver hair of the prince was blown by the slight breeze, his purplish gaze burned with an anger worthy of his dragon. Y/n although set back could observe the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. Daemon was in front of her father, Dark sister in hand."

Author’s note: hello, I post the first part of "Not wanted" now, so you don’t wait as much. Part two will probably be published during the week or else it will be two publications on Sunday. I hope you enjoy this first part. Enjoy your reading.

Trigger warning: mistakes have undoubtedly had to pass my vigilance, English not being my mother tongue they will be corrected.

Ao3 profile : Earenwen_Leafwhisper

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There is a feeling, or will it be instinct, which tells you quietly that you are not wanted in a place, it can happen everywhere, whether in school, in the street, at work, but also in the family.

This feeling grows over time and it is not pleasant, the worst being the evening when the truth comes out. When your father is drunk with all the alcohol he has drunk since the beginning of the afternoon explains to you that you will never be born, that your life you owe to your mother who wanted more than anything in the world a child. That explains, a lot of things, like never having a "congratulations" when you achieve something, or a "I’m proud of you, I love you my daughter". No. Never, just "Did you see how fat you are?" "Stop reading", "Why don’t you read?" , being cut off at every moment, "Shut up!" followed by "Why don’t you answer me?". Little by little, all your self-esteem eventually crumbles, by a member of your closest family. There is also this question, "What would I do alone?" The moments when you imagine running away.

Being born on Westeros is not a dream life, whether we are peasants or nobles, we have our own personal hell. Yours is your father. Although not wanted, your father decided to do something with you, and marrying a second-rate lord was a good solution. His son, born of a first union, was already married to a lady from your region, strengthening the ties of the two families.

His son, he saw it differently, for him he had nothing to reproach himself. But to all the others, he was a frightful asshole, who amused himself by threatening servants and lords of smaller house than yours. Manipulating everyone around you, going so far as to threaten you, morally and physically, explaining clearly, that the day your father died, he would put you at the door of your castle. But you were just a ball and chain. Your father did not want to marry you, at the very beginning, prefer that no one speaks of you or shows interest, waiting for the coming years, he ends up wanting to see you leave with a lord, he could not see you when he was drunk, insulting you with various sentences, more or less painful, explaining that nobody would want you, the least that nothing. Deep down, he was bubbling, refusing to accept that someone was interested in you.

During the various tournaments in which he participated as spectator, he tried to find you a husband in vain, he reproached you, while it was his fault, because no lords had seen you in the flesh. The lords are trying hard to convince him to get you out of the castle, wanting to see who this misterieuse young woman was.

A date was chosen, those of the games organized by Lord Baratheon, for the adoubement of his eldest son.

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To say that you were surprised would have been an understatement, your father, one morning sober, warned you or rather ordered you to be present at the games organize for the son Baratheon. Your mind worked very quickly, you felt fear mounted within you, your whole body became warm, your heart throbbing, you felt your blood flowing at the level of your temples, your hands became sweatly. With time you had learned not to believe the good news coming from your father because to each of them, hid a dark face, turning against you.

You instinctively understood that something was wrong. He had never wanted you to accompany the "family", you learned to appreciate the fact of not participating in banquets, the only semblance of banquets in which you had participated was in your very young childhood, during which only the houses vassal to yours participated and at the same time make your acquaintance, having seen you as a child at your mother’s side. Whether it was a courtesy visit or in the most difficult moments, you, the child who tried to do well to please his parents, but ended up seeing his father drunk, yelling at the guests who contradicted him on anything, (whether on the land or on the alcohol he ate) and who fell asleep on one of the benches aligned against a wall of the room, a knight winning up to your nurse in order to sleep safely.

As you grew up, you would stay back, observing in the dark the rare events taking place in your castle, seeing from your apartments, your brother’s wedding, do not participate in the festivities. In a sense you were grateful, you did not want to play this open-air play, where false pretenses were common, you could only wish good luck to the servants, knowing more than very well, that their work and reprimands would be much more severe than usual

Now you had to participate, was it a new way to humiliate yourself? To have you away from the castle so that your brother could make it his stronghold and abandon you in a place that you were unknown?

All possible reasons paraded in your mind, not even trying to find optimism in them.

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The area of your family was quite far from the stromlands, the journey was long and winding, the summer was coming to an end, the roads formed of a mixture of earth and large stones, you avoided the forests anticipate the slightest attack of bandits who could have hidden in the trees and depths of the forest. You were traveling for the first time outside your castle and your father did not want to worry about looting in addition to having you nearby.

There were two carriages, in the first was your father, a mestre and his advisor. You were present in the second, more modest, made only of wood, without ornaments, made of the rest of the wood of an old carriage, a servant was at your side, helping you to sew a new dress, for the dinner in which you and your father would participate, dinner to help you find a husband. «New», was not the right word, you used fabric of old dresses that belonged to you to make your work. The jerky movements of the carriage made it difficult to sew, more than once you had pricked your fingers, fortunately there was no taste of blood spilled.

Your journey was calm, you stayed in the carriage most of the time, leaving only when you had no choice, escorted by your servant and a knight, you avoid your father, who over the days used up the small reserve of wine he took with him when you left. The less alcohol there was and the faster he started to be irritable. The slightest thing that was contrary to his desires was directly criticized, whether it was the singing of birds early in the morning, the wind blowing a little too loudly, or a knight of one’s armor needed to be oiled. Everything was a pretext for his moods, the rare moments when he was sober and asked how you lived the journey, and his drinking crises where he remembered for an eternal time painful moments for all and reproaching you, even if you had nothing in it.

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After more than a fortnight of travel, you finally arrived on the edge of the ramparts of Storm’s End, gave you the impression of being gloomy, all its shades of dark color, made you think of the tales that your nanny told you before going to sleep. Your servant looked through the opening of the carriage opposite to yours, observing the little distance that separated you from your destination.

"My lady! Look! In the sky!"

Surprised by her sudden change in behavior, you looked, trying to understand why she had reacted in this way.

You squinted slightly, trying to look towards the clouds that were beginning to gather above the stromlands. It was just clouds, nothing new, just big gray clouds with white reflections. Whatever… There you seemed to see a darker point, moving, appearing and disappearing, moving in movements that did not seem to come from the wind. The more you concentrated, the more you had the impression that it was getting bigger and bigger. Your throbbing heart, you didn’t understand what you see.

"Sir Percival, do you see this form moving in the clouds?"

Sir Percival was a knight of of family who was loyal to yours for several generations, long before the conquest of Westeros by Aegon the conqueror. Percival seemed to be close to your father’s age, as far as you could remember, you had always known her. He had always encouraged you when you were a child doing a task that seemed impossible to you, unlike your father who always found subject to criticism.

Sir Percival mounted on his horse’s saddle, lifted his head, you could see from his profile that he was concentrating, you could see fine wrinkles forming in the corner of the eye that you could see.

“It seems Lady Y/n, that it is, a dragon.”

"A dragon?"

“Lady Rhaenys Targaryen is a cousin of the Baratheon House through her mother. It would not surprise me that other Targaryen would have been invited. Although tensions are still high between the two houses, with regard to the iron thrones. "

“Thank you Sir”

"With pleasure Lady Y/n"

When you put your head in the carriage you began to imagine how big the shape could become, what their dragon riders might look like. Lost in your thoughts, you whispered a sweet.

“Dragons…”

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Tents stood against the ramparts of the city that was facing the castle. The long and heavy linen fabrics covered them, a ballet of color paraded on both sides of the central aisle. Shades of blue, green, yellow and other warm and cold colors contrasted against the walls of an anthracite gray. The tents closest to the doors were intended for the most noble houses and more precisely for their knights, small paths were formed between the tents, taking visitors in the direction of the tents of the vassal houses, whose tents became increasingly modest according to their ranks and riches.

From inside the carriage, you and your servant could smell scents of roasted meats, grilled vegetables and soups. The smells came from the outskirts of the enormous camp, where servants of vassal houses prepared meals on oak tables, suspended above the campfires, stood pots where various soups and stews marinated. Looking from the openings of the carriage, you could see the knights helping from their squires moving armor, swords, masses and shields towards the forges moving from the city to the camp. The noises they heard were a mixture of words, metal clapping, the neighing of horses and clogs clapping on the ground.

The coach stopped slowly arriving at the level of the places defined at the location of the future tents. Your house was not one of the largest houses of Westeros, but had known to keep its independence from the largest houses, bend the knee only in front of the Targaryen house, after several years of fierce war. Some people in your family had kept a deep resentment towards silver hair, prefer to have links with other houses in Westeros, hence their placement. Coming out of the carriage, you looked around, taking the time to remember every moment, knowing that she would risk being married to a person she did not know at the end of the games.

Your house was placed between the Stark and Tully houses. You had never met a person of the two houses, hearing of them only by the few bits of words coming from messenger or by the books about the conquest of Aegon. The people coming out of the main tent of the Stark house were preparing the beds, moving the weapon and armor racks, they too had to arrive shortly before you.

"You do not speak without permission, you do not look a lord or a lady in the eye, keep your head down, and most importantly! Don’t make me ashamed!"

The words of your father came out of your thoughts, since your departure from the castle, he had not spoken to you directly, you understood that he would not speak to you more, and kissed the head you understood that it was the best solution for the moment, no one present knew you except the knights of your house, no one would have stood up for you.

Sir Percival descended from his horse, standing beside you. He put his hand against your shoulder.

"Don’t worry Lady Y/n, I’m here."

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of the years under your father’s yoke continue to pressure you.

"Shall I wait here until the tents are up?"

"No my lady, your father allows you to go around the camp, under the supervision of a knight."

"In that case, will you be prepared to accompany Sir Percival?"

"Of course."

Sir Percival, bowed gently in the direction of the young woman, letting his young squire take the reins of his horse, helmet under his arm, the knight began to walk beside the young woman, understanding more than his lord that the young woman needed it.

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You felt several glances resting on you, despite everything you tried to keep your head high, constantly repeating to you, that your father did not see you, that he could not have concrete proof on your posture. The lord closest to your father looked at Sir Percival, recognizing the knight who at times accompanied Lord Y/f/n, they all watched the young woman round, recognizing for the most observant, the few features she shared with her father. So she was the young woman?

Murmurs began to roam the tents, first of all the less noble houses, clearly understanding that it was their chance to assert their houses in order to win ranks to theirs. The noblest houses were the most reluctant, the lords knew enough Y/f/n to know that your presence was hiding something. Never had your father talked about you, no hint, nothing. You could be legitimate just like a bastard they knew nothing about. A union between the two families by your blood did not guarantee the loyalty of the Y/h/n family, or even your legitimacy. There was still a positive point, your house, was known to have stood up to the Targaryen, it was powerful, but the disadvantage came from one man. Lord Y/f/n Y/h/n. Your father. Who of his problems with alcohol, became one of the most detestable men of Westeros, be it his words invaded with a hatred towards any man not thinking in the same way as him, refusing the slightest annoyance, and his bad manners, he turned and farted without any shame, whether during dinners, the shawl or in interviews when they took place at night.

Some shameless lords were already beginning to want to bring their sons closer, thinking they understood that your father could be overthrown quickly in case of an alliance, but the knight accompanying you watched over the grain, He threw black glances at people who observed too insistently his protégé. Fortunately all the families present were not insistent, greeting you simply out of politeness, resuming their activities just after.

From your walk in the central aisle, you could see the affinities of noble houses from their positions, the north remained mainly between them, the south with the south and then there were some houses that did not remain according to their geolocations on Westeros, But by their wedding rings, the children came and went from tents to tents, laughing at each other in a game that annoyed adults.

Looking at them you felt a slight pinch in the heart, you had never known a real moment of innocence to play with other children except one or two children of servants who ended up punished. Only your nanny and some knights kept you company, trying to alleviate the boredom of the little girl you were.

But of all the looks on you, you could never have imagined that one of them would have made you miss a heartbeat.

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From both ends of the long alley stood two very large tents, of red and black color. From the location that the house Y/h/n, moving in the direction of the right stood the largest and most flamboyant in its shades of red, it was almost contiguous to the large door, this one raised flags of a red tricephal dragon on a black background. Many knights and servants moved in and around the tent, but no silver heads were visible.

“The king is very weak, he must have sent fighters on his behalf for the games.”

It was Percival, who saw the curiosity in your eyes, had spoken.

“In this case, who owns the second tent? It also carries the dragon.”

Percival concentrated, trying to understand why the Targaryen could have been divided into two parts. The Velaryons stood between the royal tent and the knights fighting under the banner of the Baratheon. In this case, the crown wanted to show that the union between the houses was maintained, although the princess was not the future queen. Who was in the second tent? To this Percival had no answer.

"I’m afraid I don’t know, lady Y/n. "

“It is nothing, we will probably learn in the coming days.”

You were right, when you returned to the tent of your house, you could see the second Targaryen tent grow. Unlike the royal tent, it was mainly composed of linen from a jet black. Two banners in the colors of the Targaryen were placed on both sides of the opening. There was very little movement around, the tent seemed almost deserted.

Almost.

A snap of armor was heard, you turned around at the same time as Percival and saw several knights walking quickly in your direction, Percival just had time to grab your arm and shoot at him, preventing you from being rushed. Slightly under the surprise, you did not pay much attention to the number of knights, or even to the fact that they did not apologize. The only thing that captivated your attention was a hair color that you had never seen beyond book to screen, silver hair, your eyes very easily found those that belonged to the person with silver hair. The purple eyes were almost hypnotic, you never thought possible that it exists, it took you a few seconds to turn away, not without fighting. In front of you, a man who seemed barely older walked, he was dressed in black with small touches of dark red. If at first the man’s gaze was surprised, it was quickly changed by a smirk. You felt your breath stay in your throat, time seemed to you to last an eternity. Although in reality your exchange of gaze did not last more than two minutes.

Percival with his protective arm around you, looked at the man younger than him, he growled. He understood why a second tent was present. Prince Daemon Targaryen would participate in his games, and this no longer in Percival. The prince since the appointment of Viserys as successor to the throne, was in dispute with the royal family, rumors about his adventures in the bordelles spanked numerous as his disrespect for people he did not see as his equal, refusing the arranged marriage with Lady Rhea Royce. The rogue prince was not someone the fathers wanted their daughters to meet. Percival though merely your protector feared that the prince would fall under his spell, not for the punishment he would have had, but he only wanted to protect you.

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On the first night, Y/f/n ordered his knights and servants to keep you inside your tent, refusing to let you speak to anyone before he begins the bargain of your future marriage. He didn’t want you to undermine his progress, not noticing your look lost in the void.

Although you could not get out of the tent, the servants kept the entrance open allowing everyone to see what was happening outside, finding agreements with the servants of the nearby noble houses to say nothing to their lords.

You were sitting near the entrance and looking out, seeing that the movements of the day had faded by the time the noblest houses had come to the opening dinner of the games. You kept hoping you could see the silver-haired man again before your father came back, but he didn’t seem to have left his tent.

This is what you believed, because under a cloak with the hood up, the young prince was out, wanting to enjoy the night outside the large camp. He saw you from the corner of his eye, a servant was taking care of your hair (long/short, thin/thick, lise/curly/frizzy, etc.) y/hair/c.

Daemon was intrigued, he had already met your father on very rare occasions, as well as your half-brother. Oh more than once, the desire for murder had risen in his mind, he could still bear the Baratheons, but these two men, were detestable. Daemon wondered who this round young woman was, having never heard of her. Something in her attracted him, but he did not know what it was and he did not like it.

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The night gave way to the days, the first games started at dawn, the archery tournament was on the outskirts of the city, long lines of targets next to each other butted in front of wooden bleachers. Ropes prevented the peasants from meeting the nobles. Your house was divided in two, the closest to the ground you were sitting with your servant, you had to keep your head low, feeling the heavy look of your father in the back, this one was two rows above you.

Daemon, from his place, standing back from the royal family, held a goblet of wine in his left hand, he tried to keep his gaze in the direction of the archers who were advancing, but was without hope. His gaze turned away at the slightest opportunity in your direction, he could see that since night, your posture had changed. From a straight posture, you had bent the spine letting appear some curves that he had not yet seen and which did not displease him, observing what was behind you, he saw Y/f/n, of which the black look was directed in your direction, while he seemed to speak with the lord next to him. Daemon despised this scene.

“You seem to be more interested in the Y/h/n house than in the tournament, my prince.” a lord who Daemon had forgotten the name, just spoken.

"If you please, my prince, it would seem that Lord Y/h/n wishes to bride his daugther although with her age I doubt that the lords are interested, they prefer them younger."

This lord annoyed Daemon, whether by his words or by his innuendo.

“At the same time, what did he think of his daughter, she only whas the second child, and of a second wife, his son will inherit everything.”

The second child… Daemon knew what it was like to be the second, more than anyone else.

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#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x chubby reader #daemon x chubby reader #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction

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dokoni-mo · 1 year

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Jealous Vader. Your thoughts? 👀

yeah i uhhh,,,

warnings: i didnt proofread this at all lol, unwanted flirting, jealousy, swearing, established relationship, secret relationship, and like the tiniest little dollop of angst

Lord Vader saw every last little thing that went on aboard the Executor. Everything. Even if he wasn't presently there to see it, he still knew of it. He could feel it through the force. Every conversation, every plan propositioned and failed, every word spoken, everything. His master had trained him to be as such; keenly aware.

This, of course, didn't stop when it came to you.

He unfortunately didn't get to see you as often as he wanted. He was a busy man, and you were just as such. You were the commander of his legion, after all. That's how the two of you had met in the first place. Developing feelings for you, he found it awkward to give you commands as time went on. He didn't want to trouble you.

"Vee," you had told him, "It's fine. This is what I signed up for. Besides, people are gonna suspect us if I'm the only person you go easy on."

This was true. Very true. He knew it, and you knew it too.

But damn was it hard for him. You were the only good thing in his life, and that wasn't even an understatement. You were. He didn't want to cause you headache. Not even if it was for the purpose of saving face.

Even harder than that, he couldn't show it.

He was proud to have you. Sometimes, when looking at you through the lenses of his mask, he felt like the luckiest man in the galaxy, despite everything that had happened before. Selfishly, he wanted to show you off. Let everyone know you were his, just as much as he was yours.

You were also pretty. He knew that.

But unfortunately, everyone else did too.

He had assigned you to work with another legion from a different part of the Executor that afternoon, one led by some agent Lord Vader didn't even know the name of. You being the commander, you had to work with the other commander such that everything ran as the Empire wanted: smoothly. From across the room, Vader was able to watch you in his peripheral, loosely following the lecture that the agent was giving him. He was too busy to care what the agent was saying.

He was listening.

"Right," you said, "So in order to keep things moving, I think it'd be best if we shuffled the troops every-"

"Four rotations?" The other commander said, not paying attention to your holopad and cutting you off rudely.

You looked up at him with a tiny sneer, "Three, actually."

The commander laughed, "Ah, sorry. Yeah, I agree."

"Okay... Once the shuffles are completed, we should then... What are you doing?"

The commander had taken a few tiny steps closer to you, looking down at your holopad over your shoulder whilst leaning over you. You had taken a step away when you noticed, and the commander grinned sheepishly.

"Ah, sorry, Commander (Y/N)," he said, "I-It's just... I really admire what you do here. And I've never been this close to the action before."

"I..." you said, "Okay..?"

"I-It's just... You're so smart, Commander, and I just really admire you... Pardon my intrusion, but, I think you're really attractive too, and... I was wondering if you'd maybe wanna get out of here sometime? Like one of the nearby systems?"

Vader wasn't listening to the agent's monologue at all now. Without him even realizing, his fists were now curled into tight, menacing balls, shaking slightly with the sheer force of his metallic grip. In his helmet, the sith could also hear that his respirator had increased it's pace, along with the cooling system kicking into gear. Beneath the mask, Lord Vader's jaw had tightened, staring at the scene before him through his brow.

How dare he.

That damned fool. How dare he speak to you like that. At work too? You were just trying to do your job. How dare he speak to you like that. Stand so close to you like that...

...

Damn.

Jealousy was an old friend to the sith. He had felt it countless times in the past. Hell, it was a big part of why he was in that damned suit to begin with. Lord Vader had a big heart, as much as he was conditioned to not. He loved deeply. So, so deeply. And, with you being the only one in his life, he gave all that love to you. When he could.

But, that was the catch, wasn't it?

When he could.

Vader knew it was dangerous for you to be close to him. If anyone, like anyone, found out, he couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen to you. He was your partner, sure. But, at times, he couldn't help but feel so far away from you.

He couldn't kiss you like he wanted. Only under very specific circumstances. He couldn't hold your hand. Hug you. Take you to nice places. All of your dates were either inside of his cramped meditation chamber, or in some abandoned closet no one went in anymore.

You didn't deserve it. You deserved more.

More than he could give you.

Did you want someone like that commander? Did you want someone that could see you every day? That could hold you? That was better with expressing themselves? That could simply just love you better?

Perhaps you did. And you didn't have the heart to say it.

Vader understood. He wanted you to be happy. And, if it meant that you would be happy, he would bow out of your life for good. He would do anything for you. Even if it meant his heartbreak in the process.

In his sulking, Vader could hear your voice again, making him relax his shoulders.

"Um," you said, "Yeah, no."

You shoved the other commander further away from you, turning off your holopad and crossing your arms with a stern expression.

"Listen, commander," you huffed," It's cool that you admire me. Great. Thanks. But, I'm taken. And, I'm very happily taken at that. I love my partner more than anything in this galaxy, and he loves me too. And I'm not gonna throw that away for someone like you."

You weren't?

You shoved your holopad into the other commander's arms before you stormed off, "Finish the assessment yourself. If it sucks, that's on you."

Vader's armored head followed your frame as you walked off out of the bridge, disappearing behind the doors that shut behind you.

The many thoughts buzzing in the sith lord's head fell silent, and the world around him seemed to slip away.

Lord Vader loved you.

He really did.

#darth vader x reader #darth vader x y/n #darth vader x you #vader x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars x reader

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Maybe strange request? Anakin x fem Padawan reader (platonic/familiar) who discovered a way to manipulate and control plants with the force .

I'm So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Padawan!reader (platonic)

Summary: When reader figures out how to manipulate plants with the force, Anakin is beyond proud

Word Count: 0.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff <3333

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Enjoy!

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“Look! Look! Master!” [Name] shouted with a smile.

Anakin Skywalker had been sent on a mission with his padawan, [Name] [Last Name], to retrieve intel on the separatist droid army on a planet not far from the Mandalore system. Today marked day two of the stake-out, and himself, his padawan, and the 501st, were all more than willing to get used to the flora and fauna of the planet. The planet was naturally beautiful, and seeing as there seemed to be little to no signs of the droid army, he let his padawan run off and practice.

Anakin looked over to her with a smile at the ready, already planning to say “That’s great, young one”, sure that whatever move she had just perfected was great. But as he looked over, his smiled dropped.

Anakin always knew his padawan was talented and skilled with the force, otherwise the counsel would have never assigned [Name] to him. But as he watched the scene play out in front of him, he was beyond impressed.

[Name] had some how managed to what appears to be manipulating the plant in front of her with the force.

It was one thing to move and control the movement of objects and life around you, it was another to seemingly make a plant react in very organic ways with means of force manipulation. Anakin knew this. He knew that the force could help suggest things, but manipulation of plants! That was completely unheard of.

Anakin’s jaw was on the floor as he watched his padawan coax a night flower into opening during the day. Then he watched as [Name] moved roots from the ground and slither up to his foot before tying itself around his ankle.

[Name] couldn’t help but laugh as she made the roots pull away, causing Anakin to fall to the floor.

Anakin, who would usually be annoyed at this, couldn’t help but laugh as well. But not about how he fell, it was a shocked kind of laugh about the fact that he just witnessed his student do the impossible.

To say he was proud was an understatement.

“[Name], this-this is amazing! How did you do that?” The proud look on his face wouldn’t be wiped off for the next week.

“I don’t know, I just tried to feel the plants like you would when using the force with animals, and boom!” [Name] beamed, not even believing it herself.

“Boom is right! You know, I don’t think I tell you this enough but you are really skilled with the force.” Anakin smiled as he thought back to the skill [Name] had continuously demonstrated throughout her years as a padawan.

“You think I’m good?”

“More than good! I think, with a few years of good practice, you might just be the best!” Anakin beamed, his smile reflecting his padawan’s.

“Better than Mace Windu even.” Anakin added, smirking but keeping his voice low, as if he would appear at the mention of his name.

[Name] giggled at his comment. Anakin smiling to himself before finishing:

“You know, I am proud that you are my padawan.”

A/n: Again, a little short but I hope enjoyed it! Thank you for reading and please feel free to request, and if you do please check out the request guidelines!

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dreamaze · 4 months

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The Dreaming / Find You / Destroyer / All In (MV ver.) / Nobody Else / Wildfire / Rain (MIC in the SCENE live) / Mercy (No Limit Tour in Seoul) / Thriller / 춤사위 (Crescendo) / Lost in the Dream / AND / You Can't Hold My Heart (PLAY! solo live) / Thriller / BEASTMODE / Fantasia / LOVE / Rodeo / LONE RANGER

⟡ To be honest, I am not sure what I can say about Kihyun's artistry that isn't abundantly clear from his studio and live performances. If I say that I believe he is one of the most competent vocalists in the genre, it may sound like an understatement — although it is not something I say lightly, and I mean it with my whole heart. His level of musicality is built on a strong foundation of fundamental skills and would not be possible without it. Minhyuk once described him as a stone that does not shake in the wind, and to me this also embodies his steadiness and reliability in the recording booth and on the stage no matter how challenging the primary and secondary (e.g., ad lib) lines are asked of him and no matter how deep they are into a rigorous concert set. Kihyun excels at singing high and singing loud (genuinely), but he also has a wide and well-supported range, and I appreciate the opportunities to enjoy his lower/mid end and lighter moments just as much as his robust belting. I understand why Hyungwon loves composing for his voice (who wouldn't?). Kihyun has been a strong singer since the beginning of his career and makes many of his parts seem effortless, yet most of all I respect his commitment to growth despite how much effort it takes to improve when you are already among the best of the best. He was honest with himself about when he felt his abilities plateauing, and he sought a way forward by resuming vocal lessons. We are fortunate as fans that he is also open enough to share that with us. I didn't think I could love and respect him more, but for that personal strength and dedication to his craft, I did. I do.

Postscript, to listeners. This was a challenging set of excerpts to compile (and even more to order) because Kihyun has many, many parts throughout the MX discography that showcase his abilities. As with my other compilations, it strives to capture a breadth of his output while also being very much biased toward my own favorites (Crescendo/Lost in the Dream/AND occur successively because they carry the most gut-punching, emotional weight to me). But I expect to revisit these in the future and would love to hear about your favorite moments in the tags. ♡

Postscript, to Kihyun. I miss you. Kpop is not the same without you. At the same time, I am so proud and happy for you that you are continuing to make music, as it is such a core part of your being and (if it is not presumptuous to say) brings you fulfillment and joy. I am absolutely tickled that you play the trombone. I hope you are having the best possible time playing in the band (and that your low brass section is delightfully weird, as tends to be the case — with lots of love to low brass players, from a percussionist who overheard all your shenanigans), and I can't wait to see how this musical experience contributes to your transformation and growth as an artist.

Other compilations: Minhyuk | Jooheon

#kihyun #monsta x #monstaxedits #mx vocal compilation #music box #wings.audio #wings.edits #tuseral #userkyutie #megtag #wabisarah #audio #made with so so so much love for my beloved tenor of tenors

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footiehoemcfc · 1 year

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A sip, and you score

Hello :), this is my first John fic, ngl I'm nervous bc its my first time writing for him. Anyway, if you have any ideas or request you can send them to me I will gladly do them :). My master list is pinned in my blog if you want to check it out. Fluff, smut, tw none, 2.8k words.

To say this season for John has been amazing is an understatement. He was selected for the England world cup squad, he is now challenging for the title again, UCL semis again, the FA cup final and having played in different positions and out of his comfort zone so well. You were very excited for him and so proud of all the hard work he has done, seeing it payoff is amazing.

You and John started dating during Covid year. It was a very weird way to start a relationship, to quarantine with someone you had met for just 2 months. In a way, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to both of you. You had someone to spend a lot of time with, at times where it could become quite boring. You got to know him more than anyone and discover that actually, you two were perfect for each other. When you two first started dating, he was struggling to get into the team. It sucked seeing him sad and upset but seeing the progress he has made from that time to now; it just amazes you.

You were currently cuddled up to him, his arms around your waist and his chest pressed to your back. It was early in the morning and you knew his alarm would be annoying you at any second. Today was a big day, they were playing against Arsenal at home. John had told you he was not nervous but excited for this game. You on the other hand, you were very nervous because you know how south a game can go.

You don’t know why, but you woke up with a very different feeling this morning than the feeling you had last night about the game. You felt in your gut they would win, and John having scored already and played amazingly you had a feeling he could score again. You didn’t want to jinx it, but you also wanted to let him know how sure you were and how confident you felt in him.

You got up from bed carefully to not wake your sleeping boyfriend so he could enjoy 5 more minutes of sleep. You went straight to the kitchen to make yourself and John a cup of tea. You noticed the time, it was 8:55 am. You noticed how many tea bags were left, 5. You noticed you had unread messaged from last night, 5. You remembered a scene from the movie you binged with John last night, Focus. How they made someone choose the exact player they wanted him to choose to win a bet by making the man see the number 5 the whole day and subconsciously pick 55. All of these 5’s was giving you even more of a better feeling. You were always a big believer in intuition and going with your gut.

You were thinking about all of this while making tea and jumped a little when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “Morning my love” John said kissing your cheek. “Hi baby”, you stopped doing what you were doing, turned around and hugged him. Once you pulled away, John went outside so your dog could go potty and to take the trash out.

John came back in and sat in the stool from the kitchen bar looking at his phone. You finished up the tea and placed his mug in front of him. “Are you excited about today?” you asked taking a sip from your tea. He placed his phone on the table and looked back at you, “Yea, I feel like it’s going to be a good game honestly”. “I have a good feeling too” “How? You said you were nervous last night” he says laughing. You laughed as well, you were scared but all these signs gave you a good feeling. Before John could take the first sip of his tea, you wanted to tell him it was different today. “I made a different tea today and… a sip of it means your scoring today so” you said playfully and proudly. “Is that so? You are making like a magic tea for me then?” he asked smiling. “Yea, I woke up with a good feeling today” “alright then” he takes a sip from his mug and smiles. He takes another one and soon enough he finishes his tea. “I guess I’m scoring a goal today then” he says smirking and you laugh. “If you do actually score, I want a bit of credit” you say as he comes closer to you. He grabs your face gently and kisses you. “You will get more than that”, you smirk when he says this knowing exactly what he means.

John went back to his room to shower and leave to the training center before the game. Meanwhile you started doing work stuff to be free in the evening since you were attending the game. “Okay my love I’m off” John appears in your little office like space to kiss you goodbye. “Bye baby”, you both hug each other tightly like you do before every single game. He kisses you lovingly, “good luck yea? I know you are going to be so great today” you said smiling against his lips. He kisses you one more time before he has to leave.

As excited as you were, you always had that thought in the back of your head of “what if they actually lose?” but you distracted yourself with work stuff, house chores and organizing your stuff around the house.

It was near 6 pm and you started getting ready to go to the stadium. His family would all be there today, as well as some of the other teammates girlfriends which you have gotten very close with. Once you were satisfied with your makeup and outfit, you headed to your car. The whole ride to the stadium was filled with John’s playlist and it kind of made your nervousness go away, at least for a little bit.

You were the first one in the box and you could see the staff arranging a banner they would display and the players warming up on the pitch. Before every game you would text John a quick message consisting of I love you and Good luck. This time, it included something else. “Already at the stadium! I love you and good luck! Score that goal for me please ;)”.

Everyone else arrived to the box, you greeted his mom, dad, sister and Sasha who was in the box next to you. “I need them to win otherwise Jack gets so moody and it’s annoying” you laughed at Sashas’s joke. You were in between John’s sister and Sasha watching the game. The atmosphere was amazing, the stadium was bouncing. Everyone knew how important this game would be in order to win the title this season.

The ref blew the whistle and not even 10 minutes in, Kevin scored the opener causing the whole stadium to roar. The game was looking good. You were holding either Sasha’s hand or fidgeting with your bracelets from the anxiety you had. Just before half time, they gained a free kick. You knew John loves his header goals, so you were excited to see if it would be a goal from him. Kevin made a really good pass and John was able to put it in the net. You all stood up once the ball went in, screamed but not even for a second. The goal was ruled as offside. “For fuck’s sake man” you said sitting down and covering your face. “They need to probably check it, damn that looked like a great goal” John’s sister told you. “Yea they are checking look” Sasha says pointing to the screen. “I really need him to score otherwise I will look like an idiot and disappoint him” you said while biting down on your nails, “what? What do you mean?” Sasha asked chuckling. “Oh god, I woke up today with a good feeling he would score and I told him, I was very confident and now if he doesn’t I will feel dumb” you said almost laughing know realizing it was just dumb coincidence all the signs you saw. “Oh my god look!” Sasha says pointing to the screen. The green line. It was a goal. You fucking called. “Yes!! I called it! Oh my god!”. Once the referee gave the goal, the whole stadium and all the players started celebrating and singing John’s song. You were so happy for him, and you saw he blew you kiss from the pitch after celebrating.

The whole second half, city were playing amazingly with Kevin scoring another goal and Erling in the last minutes scoring one as well. You were so happy for the team, but you were even happier for John. You knew how much it meant to him the fans singing his name and making them proud.

While you waited for John in the player’s lounge, you caught up with his family and some of the other wives and girlfriends. You still felt a lot of adrenaline form the game but the only thing you wanted to do right now was to hug and kiss John and say, “I told you so”.

You saw your tall boyfriend enter the room and greet his parents first. They hugged him and congratulated him on the win and the goal. Once he saw you, he couldn’t help but just laugh to himself knowing exactly what you were about to say. He hugged you tight and kissed your temple. “I might more of your magic tea for the rest of the season” he whispered in your ear. You just laughed, pulled away just enough to see his face and give him a kiss. “I told you” you said smiling against his lips and he just chuckled. Once he talked to his parents and sister a bit more, they informed him he had to do some post-match interview. “I won’t be long yea, let me know when you get home yea?” he kisses your temple and leaves to the media room. You said your goodbyes to everyone and arrived safe at home.

You made something quick to eat before John arrived so you could both just go to bed peacefully. Once you were done eating and cleaning up in the kitchen, you went upstairs to your bedroom and started getting ready for bed. You changed into your little shorts and a just a training bra. You pulled out your face wash, moisturizer, eye cream and oils to do your skin care. While you were washing your face, you heard the front door open meaning John was already home. “Babe?” John called out for you, “In the bathroom” you yelled out.

You felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist while you were just applying moisturizer on your face. He gave started kissing your cheek, your shoulder and neck. Once he reached your sweet spot, you didn’t even realize you had stopped moving and just enjoying his kisses. “You said you wanted me to give you credit right” John whispered in your neck. You closed your eyes while his hand started touching your stomach, waist and finally comping up and cupping your breasts. “John” you moaned out, you turned around and immediately kissed him. It was a rough but loving kiss. His hand on your waist, your hands grabbing his neck and pulling on his hair. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He carried you to bed, laid you down and kept making out with him in the process. He was on top of you kissing you, but he stood up and removed his hoodie and his joggers. He came back down and started kissing your lips again. Your hands roamed all over his toned body.

After just kissing and making out for a little bit, you wanted to make him feel good after the game today. You tried to push him so you could be on top, but he stopped you “I thought I had to give you credit” he said smiling against your lips. “Yea, but I want to make you feel good”. He agreed and you were now on top of him. He was laying down while you were sitting on his lap. You stared slowly removing your bra so your breasts could be free. Once you threw your bra to the other side of the room, John came back up to you and nuzzled his face in between your breasts kissing them causing you to moan. Your hand pulling his hair, him gripping your hips, you rolling them so you could feel his bulge in your core. “Take this off” he said pulling your shorts down. You took your mini shorts off and now were completely naked straddling him.

“Lay down babe” you whispered in his ear. He laid back down, you stood up and started removing his boxers. One off, you took him in the palm of your hand and started stroking him making him close his eyes and moan at your touch. You started slowly and after a minute, you place your mouth on him. He grabbed your hair, making you go up and down. As much as you loved how John always wanted to make you feel good, feel his face in between your legs, you loved making him feel good and making him cum. You didn’t want to finish just yet. You wanted to do it at the same time as him.

“Baby, if you keep going I’m gonna cum” John says in between moans. You were on your knees bobbing your head up and down when he said this. You started coming back up to his face slowly, kissing all over his abs and torso, his chest, neck and finally his lips. You lined up your wet core with his cock and sank down in it. Once he was fully in you, it felt so good. You had your eyes closed, moaning while he watched and loved the view. This was his favorite position, you riding his cock. You started bouncing up and down, your breasts as well and John started moaning at the sight of you. “Oh my god John”, it felt so good.

“I’m close” he started moaning, his hand firm gripping your hips helping you bounce on his cock. “Me too baby” you moaned out. You felt his hands leave your hips and grab your breasts. You lowered your hand down to your clit to feel your orgasm even more, turning John on more. He came up to you, now face to face to kiss you. He removed your hand from your clit and replaced them with his. You were both panting and moaning in each other’s mouth. “I’m cuming John” “Me too my love” “Cum with me baby”, it didn’t take long for both of you to see stars and cum at the same time.

Straddling him, both of you just hugged riding out your high. He kissed your neck and chest lovingly. You pulled away to see his face and give him a kiss. He moved your strands of hair out of your face so he could see you properly. Your face was flushed and a bit sweaty like him. “I fucking love fucking you” John whispered against your mouth making you smile. “I love fucking you too” you replied chuckling. “Was that enough credit for the goal or do you need more?” “Mmmm maybe in the morning I can get more credit”, both of you laughed.

Once you got cleaned up, you were too tired from the activities that took place. John made sure the front door was locked and all the lights were turned off. Once he returned back into the room, he laid down in bed and pulled you as close as possible to him. Your nose was bumping his, his hand around your waist and your hands on his chest and cupping his face. “I didn’t tell you before but, you played really good today. I love seeing you play so good because I know it means you are in a good place” he just smiled at what you said and kissed your nose. “Well I wouldn’t be in a good place if it wasn’t for you, you know?”, “what do you mean” you were confused now. “Ever since we’ve been together, I feel like you’ve been the one person in my life who has cared about me, like how I actually feel outside of football. You’re always at the games supporting me even if I don’t play, you’re the only person I want to see after a loss. I know I haven’t really said it but I’m very grateful for all of that” His comment made you smile and blush a little. You were happy that he appreciated you being a supportive girlfriend. “Well I just want to make sure you’re happy you know? I hated seeing you upset when you didn’t play or didn’t get called up. I’m really proud of how far you’ve come” “Thank you babe”. He kissed you, “I love you, more than anything” “Me too John, more than anything”.

#john stones #John Stones x reader #John Stones fan fiction #John Stones imagine #footballer x reader #John Stones fluff #John Stones smutt

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Summer | A.G

Pairing: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a surprise for Aidan while he’s filming season three of The Umbrella Academy.

Aidan was in the middle of a live stream when he got the call; he didn’t think twice before answering even if he was in the middle of a Patreon stream, “ Hi, love. “

“ Guess what! “ The girl through the phone yelled, and he chuckled, “ What's up? “

She laughed, “ School is over, and summer is here! “

The stream's chat only kept going faster while his smile grew, “ I’m aware of that, my love. However, I’ll be taking summer classes as per usual. “ He replied.

“ I know! I have a fantastic surprise, sweet. “ The girl informed, and he laughed, “ Are you going to do all my summer classes? “ He teased.

“ Maybe? “ She replied, and he finally noticed the stream was still on, “ Hey, love can I call you back? “

She nodded but remembered he couldn’t see it, “ Oh shit! You’re live right now. I am so sorry! “

“ It’s okay. I’ll call you later, alright? “ Aidan asked, “ Yes, sir! Love you. “ She answered.

He smiled, “ Love you too. Bye. “

The smile on his face was hard to miss. It was bigger than everyone had ever seen except for his girlfriend, who he was just on the phone with. He set his phone down on the table and scanned the chat. It was filled with people asking who the person on the phone was.

“ So the important question now, who was on the phone. “ He laughed, “ The person on the phone is someone very close to my heart. They’re amazing, and that’s why you guys don’t know who they are yet. “

“ All you need to know. “ Aidan began, “ Is that she makes me extremely happy, and I feel contempt right now. “

To say the chat went wild would be an understatement, but he didn’t answer any more questions about the call or the girl he referenced. It was upsetting, but he needed to keep his private life separate from everything else. She agreed to be careful about the relationship. Not wholly hidden, but not entirely out there.

The cast for the Umbrella Academy knew about her. They’ve seen her and adored her. Aidan was on FaceTime with her when she met Emmy and Robert. They instantly lifted her day when she was going through a rough patch with school. But Robert seemed to do the trick, making her laugh.

Another week passed, and yet Aidan still didn’t know what the surprise was. It was a typical day on set. He started out in hair and makeup. Then got dressed and began filming scenes. He was unbelievably tired and just fatigued. The only thing that seemed to keep him going was her.

Her melodic laughter. Her jaw-dropping smile that melted his heart. The way words rolled off her tongue in such a satisfying manner. The deepness and thought she put into every single word. The way she has a thinking face before speaking, which she claims to be writing her ‘script’.

Suddenly a coffee was shoved in his face, “ Thanks. “ He stated, not even looking up at the person; he didn’t feel like talking.

It was when the person cupped both his cheeks and lifted his head did he finally get a good look at them, “ You okay, love? “ It was her.

For a minute, he didn’t say anything; he just starred as he sat in his seat. Carefully he set the cup of coffee on the ground beside his chair and pulled her impossibly close to him. His head laid on her lower stomach and his arms around her lower back. Breathing in the scent of her perfume, he loved so much.

“ I’m just fatigued. “ He replied, and she smiled, pulling away to look at him in the face, “ That’s normal. However, your surprise is finally here. “ Y/n stated.

“ Best surprise I’ve ever had. “ Aidan smiled, “ Now… will you do my school work? “

She scoffed, “ Absolutely not. I have my own school work. “

“ Why are you taking summer classes? “ He queried, “ I may have or may not have been accepted into a college near my house. “ Y/n answered with a cheeky smile.

“ I'm proud of you, love. So proud of you. “ Aidan murmured, holding her close again, “ Thank you. However, it’s a lot, and I’m a tad bit stressed. Which is why I’m taking my entire summer to spend with you in Toronto. “

Immediately he pulled back with a sparkle in his eye, “ What?! “

“ Surprise! “ Y/n announced, and he stood up to hug her properly, “ The entire summer? You’re staying the whole summer? “ Aidan questioned.

She nodded, “ Yes, love. The entire summer. “

“ I love you so much. “ He replied.

He took her cheeks in his and placed his lips on hers. It felt like it had been years since he had done so. Spending months away from his partner brought out a clingy and affectionate side of him he didn’t even know he had. She wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Finally, summer had arrived.

#aidan gallagher #aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagher imagine #aidan gallagher x you #aidan gallagher x y/n #five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #tua #tua au #tua netflix #nicky harper #nicky harper x y/n #nicky harper x reader

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arinalvs · 1 year

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Yandere!Enhypen (Maknae line) reaction to their Crush having a lover

A/N: AYY IM BACK T~T I HAVENT POSTED FOR A LONG TIME IM SO SORRY, Also ty so much for the amount of like I got at the previous yandere enha reaction I did, I honestly didn't expect that

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Possible Murder, Dark Content ahead

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You and Sunoo were just hanging out in your home just like usual, both of you have been friends since childhood, so it’s normal for you and Sunoo to hang out in your house or his. you & Sunoo were talking and laughing with each other when you abruptly brought up the topic of your crush..‘’Oh! I almost forgot!’’ you said ‘’Do you remember Sunghoon, my crush?’’ Sunoo replies with a nod.’’I actually confessed a week ago, and he said he liked me too! we also started dating too!’’ you said giggling. Sunoo immediately freezed in his spot when he heard your statement… You..and Sunghoon...DATING?!?!. Mad would be an understatement for what he felt at the moment, he had mixed emotion all over him. all he saw was red, he imagined killing Sunghoon and having you for the rest of his life, wouldn’t that be fun? cuddling, kissing, holding your hand. Oh! How Sunno dreamed of that for a long time. He will finally have you, all he needs to do is get to know your lover and kill him, when you're gone and kidnap you, he will finally have you!. Yes! That seems like a plan to Sunoo. ‘’Hey, are you okay? Hellooo?? Earth to Sunoo??’’ you said waving your hands in front of his face. ‘’Oh? What was that? Sorry, just thinking of something. Actually, can I meet your boyfriend? I would love to have a new friend.’’

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Jungwon was sneaking to your house again doing his regular basis of stalking you, taking pictures of you and etc, and he just happened to hear your conversation with your lover. it made him furious knowing that you had a s/o. How come you never told him about this? You & Jungwon have been friends since middle school. Yet you’re keeping this away from him? He gave you so many hints of loving you, he gave you affection you needed. you never realized nor love him back, he gave you all the love you deserve but instead you loved a peasant who isn’t worthy of your love? pathetic. He bets that your lover can’t love you as much as he does. Is he willing to sacrifice his life for you?, no?, see. This is why, Jungwon needs to step up his game and make you realize that your lover is not the right man for you. Jungwon. Is the only one who is the right person & the one deserving of your love. ‘’You will see Y/N. We are made for each other. I will make you mine, Just you wait, my love..’’

--> Ni-ki

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You and N-ki don’t really have the best term with each other. Ni-ki would bully you every time & day at school, well for Ni-ki, he only does this to get your attention, He just loves that reaction when he gets closer to you, you get scared immediately, it made him proud of himself, He knows that he has power over you to the point you would do anything so he wouldn’t hurt you, then at lunch when he was searching for you, he happens to see you kissing a guy or should he say your lover. That person being His no.1 enemy. How could you date his enemy when he was right here. waiting for you to love him as much as he loves you. Why him?! what does he have that Ni-ki doesn't?! no. Ni-ki doesn't believe this. You were forced, Why else would you date a guy that he hates with all his guts. He needs to protect you from that guy, he definitely forced you to date him. Ni-ki walks away from the scene and goes into an empty classroom to finally plan on how to kidnap you and make you fall in love with him. Oh how Ni-ki can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, Having a family with you. He can't wait to experience that! All he needs to worry about is your pathetic lover.

#yandere enhypen #yandere niki #yandere jungwon #yandere sunoo #enhypen x reader

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bbyskars · 2 days

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BOY KILLS WORLD (no spoilers)

to say the film was absolutely phenomenal is an understatement. the action and cinematography is unreal and the talent pumped into this film is unbelievable. the acting was amazing from all sides.

i can’t even begin to find the words to explain bills talent. to see him as a leading man in this movie was such a privilege. he put his everything into this role and it is so clear his work ethic and dedication. his ability to emote and almost ‘talk’ without saying a word the whole film was beautiful to watch. the fight scenes and his physical acting was out of this world. i was so proud to see bill play this role and it is so lovely to see everyone speak to highly of him now as a leading man. everyone go and see this film!

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #boy kills world

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floatinginzerogravity · 2 months

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I did an Analysis of the Murder Drones Pilot for my friends and am deciding to post it: Pt.1

Okie, It's Murder Drones explanation time

okay, first of all, I've waited LITERAL MONTHS to do this, and WILL be pointing out every tiny detail, and would very much love to do this with every episode. (I am happy stimming so much right now)

If you don't feel like reading all this, I can provide a condensed version. I will just send a wall of text, I will fill it with my theories and goofy bg details, I will send excessive screenshots of the characters, and I will not feel shame. Be warned

so, The year is 3000 something, and humanity has been colonizing other planets, using half-sentient worker drone robots to mine them. Humanity then blows up the planet by accident (oops)

Just for clarity, this is not earth, it's a completely separate planet around 70 light years away called Copper 9 (Side note, it's technically impossible for a moon to have rings. oops, the show is scientifically inaccurate, it's ruined now/j) Anyway, the core collapse killed all humans and turned the atmosphere into a "toxic death storm" (description lovingly borrowed from N) The Worker drones, now free from human control, discovered their sentience. They build a society based on the human one before it, with families, schools, and all the other stuff

The Robot Sentience side tangent: Liam Vickers, show creator, when asked about the Drone's sentience- "It was kind of a basic, limited version... the disaster that happened on their planet that kind of left them kind of stranded, kind of played into their adaptive AI abilities.... You need a sort of intelligence to not fall over... it expands to keeping them alive in various circumstances" Basically, they were programmed to do certain tasks, and when humanity was wiped out, their goals changed and they were given the space to find their own sentience. Sentience can also occur if they're in an environment that promotes sentience or if their damaged/corrupted in some way

JCJenson (in Spaaaaccce) (aka the company that created the drones and runs colonization. The name of the company is also, apparently, based on a cleaning company. BCBoston or something) Decides they don't like sentient AI running around and sends Disassembly Drones to Copper 9 to wipe them out

(Text: "CALCULATING, MOST PROBABLE DEITY TO PRAY TO)

The implication here is that the blue guy threw his child when the attacks started. (I think the fandom named him Bob or something similar) This is the first example of the A+ parenting of Murder Drones characters.

V's just perched on a lampost lol. Very Creature™️ of her

Bg text #3 I guess

[Text: Photo cred: some dead dude lol] [Text: "dying is stupid and also dumb" -me, idk]

[Text: How do we fix this in a complicated Sci-fi way] So, Uzi wants to fight, and everyone else wants to hide, basic plot stuff, moving on

Her railgun has stickers lol

[Text: "Violently opposed to biological life" The rest is readable]

Khan (Uzi's dad) being the worst™️, an image collection

Something that will forever irk me until the day I die is why a robot has Testosterone????? Don't they not even have biological genders, or biology, like, at all???? I don't think robots need hormones, bud

I once saw someone point out that this is probably one of the first times someone has been nice to Uzi, as she has no friends, is bullied, and her father is a bit neglectful <- Understatement (I do want to say that Khan isn't as bad as most of the fandom seems to think he is. Doesn't mean he's good either, though)

Baby's first "Bite me", I'm so proud. (Fun fact, in Spanish she says "Jodete", which translates to "Fuck you!" )

HSDHJDSFNJKDSHJDFHGJFGBKJDFDKJG WHY DO YOU HAVE HORMONES?????? YOUR FREAKING ROBOTS???!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY (Plot: Uzi says that she plans to sneak out to find the last part for her railgun, and in the next scene she is waking up at 3:00am to do just that) Now time for deciphering Uzi's sticky notes

[Text: To do: >Talk to source

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>(I can't read the rest)] [Text: RESEARCH: How to turn "REALLY sad all the time" into "Look really cool"]

[Text: LIMAL NO 4EYA!!!!!] <- I have no clue what this means [Text:Murder ??? Matter ???? really at c?????] <- Again, no clue what this means

[Text: Uzi Dos-] [Text: Yeaahhhh, I'm not reading that]

Location: Khan's closet where Uzi steals the "Door Master" key from

"Yeah, everyone has a picture of their family where one member is mysteriously ripped out in their closet."/s -Liam Vickers, paraphrased from a reddit AMA

[Text: WDF of outpost 9 [Having faithfully made a slab of metal that can be a wall but also not a wall, on the 11th day of December, three thousand and ???]

[Text: You cannot be murdered by scary robots when .... a door, (unless they open it) A scientific]

I find it interesting that the DD's are referred to as "Murder Drones," which is not their technical name. It seems to be something only the WD colonies use

Fun fact: this line is a bit of a meme in the MD community

Plot: Uzi manages to lie her way out of the WD colony, enters the Corpse Spire, and finds the required part for her railgun. As she goes to leave, she's attacked by a DD, who she defeats with her railgun, only for it's head to regenerate.

#murder drones #murder drones analysis #murder drones theory

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I have had this stuck in my head ever since you sent it, Anonym. Honestly I think Osomatsu might be perfect for this, so I hope you’re okay with me using him for this scenario. Osomatsu x A VERY stressed out GN!Reader, under the cut!

To say you felt like you were on top of the world was an understatement. Sitting in your new position as Director of Digital Marketing for the Akatsuka PR firm, you would never worry about your finances again. Your agency handled names as big as Shoei and even Nyaa Hashimoto, amongst countless other idols, influencers, and musical groups. Everything was seamless - with the new job came a new house, a new car, everything new and expensive with you ever having to worry about the price tag. Your fiancé of several years, Osomatsu, constantly exclaimed how proud he was - thought you laughed at how he too was enjoying the many perks that came with your extraordinary jump in wealth. There were parties thrown in your honor; innumerable gifts given to in celebration of your status, you honestly don’t think you’d partied the way you had that week than you ever have in your life. Unfortunately for you, that was just the thing. The business that you had worked your way up in over the years became exactly that when you were at the top - constant partying. The dinners, the late night receptions that would turn into 8 am meetings, the ridiculous amount of PR cleanups that you oversaw caused by the newer, younger generation of talent. It was a continuous effort that gave you no peace. There was no off switch for you, as you were in a ceaseless loop of making sure every line was correctly in its places, and then being dressed up and schmoozing amongst the other high-on-the-totem-pole staff when things were correct. Osomatsu was by your side through all of it, but he sensed something was wrong. He confirmed it when he had gone to the bar inside the CEO’s yacht to grab you both glasses of wine, only to come back and watch you looking over the edge of the deck, your expression reading utter exhaustion. This week in particular had been hell. The news had leaked of Nyaa Hashimoto’s retirement and a surprise pregnancy - none of which you had been informed of until after the alarmed phone calls started coming in. It took a personal call from you to clear the air with her and find out what the truth was. While you understood her plight, and obliged with her wishes to retire and lead her life as a normal woman, you knew the CEO would be furious. Nyaa Hashimoto was one of your biggest clients; the responsibility of handling the press, picking up the pieces of her fanbase that the leaked information had caused, and dealing with sponsor backlash all fell on you and your team. After your final call for the day had been made, you slammed the phone down and put your head in your hands. “I’m home!” called Osomatsu from the front door. He set down the keys to the Huracán, kicking his shoes off in the process, “The guys wanted me to meet them at the race track, hope it was okay that I put us in the skybox”. He grinned at that, knowing you wouldn’t really care, but it tickled him to know that such a luxury was within his reach these days. When you didn’t answer him, his fingers curled into a fist. Something was definitely wrong. Without hesitance, he ran to your office. The door swung open, flittering a few loose pieces of paper forward. The eldest brother took in the scene of your office with horror: awards shattered to the ground, old photos torn to shreds, there were shards of glass and metals sprinkled throughout the entirety of the room. At the center of it all was you, your head in your arms, sobbing silently to yourself. In careful steps, Osomatsu approached you, “Babe…are…are you okay? Baby, what happened?” At the sound of his voice, your tear stained face lifted. Bloodshot eyes with your hair strewn about as if you had laid that way for hours was what met his eyes. Immediately you fell into the arms of your fiancé, wailing about how this had simply become too much - because it had. You poured from an incessantly empty cup, never feeling truly fulfilled with any of the work you were doing because it did not serve you. The monetary gain was fleeting - you had everything you could want or need except the thing you required most: peace. “I don’t want to do this anymore, Oso,” your choked, teary voice sounded against his chest, “I want to go back to everything being simple…I want to live in a one story house and have neighbors who have like three dogs and I want to have a backyard with a tree where I can raise beeeeeeees” and you began another round of sobbing once more. You heard Osomatsu sigh. It made you cry harder initially because you knew that leaving this lap of luxury meant taking away all of his fun. He’d supported you when you were nobody in the company, it felt so wrong to strip him of the things you both never had for your selfish reasons. To your surprise however, he would pull from you gently, raising your chin up to look at him. His thumbs brushed underneath your eyes, swiping away the fresh tears there. “I dunno anything about bees…but if that’s what you wanna do, then let’s do it.” he said, a sympathetic smile at the forefront. Your trembling hand laid on top of his own, “But..b-but what about all of this? This is everything you’ve ever wanted in life, Osomatsu…” He leaned forward, his lips pressing ever so gently to your own. Time stood still in that moment, and your tears would start to shift in their meaning from here, “This life means nothing to me if you’re not happy. I love money, don’t get me wrong,” you didn’t miss the teasing lilt in his tone, but it quickly faded, “But I don’t think I have to tell you that I love you more than that, do I?” He took the next round of bawling as a sign that you completely understood. The next few weeks he would spend with you planning your leaving the company, choosing instead to take on a role as a consultant for lower-end talent managers, a job that allowed you your freedom at home since the time was made for you and not the other way around. Your penthouse was packed up, swapped out for a one-level home with a sizable backyard and a few friendly neighbors next door. When you finally finished sliding in the last panel, you wiped your forehead. Just behind you came the sound of feet crunching on grass. “How does it look?” your fiancé asked. You turned to see Osomatsu donning a full bee suit, beaming from beneath the veil. It brought the same smile to your own face, “Now we match!”

#ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #osomatsu x reader #x reader #rich reader #successful reader #ososan imagines #osomatsu san imagines #ososan fanfiction #osomatsu san fanfiction #gender neutral reader

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effortandmore · 18 days

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caught looking: chapter 6 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: e for everyone for now but there is adult content in later chapters so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, eventual smut

au: baseball, specifically the kbo

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? some blackmail kind of and discussions of homophobia in sports. a drunk ex being drunk and pushy. eventual smut of the gay variety.

wc: chapter: ~3800

chapter summary: namjoon sulks, and seokjin can't figure out why. or, as i said in the gc: sorry, they're still stupid

hello i am back! (even tho i almost forgot to post today)... here are chapters one two three four and five if you'd like them. or the whole thing is on ao3 here . you probably know this by now, but i wrote this for @ugh-yoongi and am very grateful for her (and jess and mj's) support of this fic. thank you!

***

It’s an understatement to say that Seokjin had a long night.

Seungwook was hard to deal with sober, but nearly unbearable drunk. With some effort, he managed to get his ex up to his room, where he firmly turned down several advances and eventually communicated clearly enough that under no circumstances were they going to fuck.

Luckily, with sex off the table, Seungwook passed out on the room’s small couch pretty quickly. For being such a shitty person, he’d always been bordering on being respectful enough if Seokjin told him no. Small favors, maybe.

If Seokjin were a better person, he would have moved the man to a more comfortable position. But, he isn’t, so he didn’t, just laughed at the very large man twisted up on the tiny couch and took a picture to show Hoseok later when he had time to tell his roommate the story of his trip to Busan.

After that, Seokjin was hoping to find sleep, but he was still hungry and felt gross from manhandling his drunk ex around the hotel, so he called for room service, showered, and scrolled through twitter on his phone in his pajamas while he treated himself to all the small plates he and Namjoon had ordered and he’d missed out on trying.

He sent a text to Namjoon, apologizing for sticking him with the bill and promising to take him out back in Seoul to make up for it, thanking him for trying to stand up for Seokjin. It was sweet, really, and Seokjin hates that he left Namjoon down there like that, but he also knows it was the right thing to do, the best way to get Seungwook to calm down and avoid an unpleasant scene for all of them. Especially Namjoon.

By the time he plugs in his phone and turns off the lamp to go to sleep, it’s early in the morning. Seungwook hasn’t moved an inch since he passed out, and Seokjin prays he gets up early and sneaks out of the room quietly, that he remembers enough to be embarrassed by his behavior and to not want to talk to Seokjin about it.

It’s only a few hours later when his alarm goes off, pale light sinking through the curtains where he hadn’t pulled the blackout shades all the way closed the night before. Luckily, when he sits up and sees across the room, Seungwook is gone, and Seokjin says a quiet thank you to whoever might be listening that he didn’t have to deal with his ex again so early in the day.

His phone only has a few notifications, and it seems important that none of them are from Namjoon. He tries not to let the disappointment at that realization settle. There’s probably a good reason for it, anyway.

Then, he boards the bus to go to Sajik, and sees Namjoon, in his front seat as usual, but there’s equipment piled up next to him and he has headphones on. When Seokjin gets near and pauses by the seat, Namjoon just turns into the window and ignores him.

So much for not being disappointed.

Seokjin takes the last available seat on the bus next to Sangwon, and ignores the strange looks he gets across the aisle from Jimin and Taehyung.

It’s going to be a long day.

Things don’t get much better once they get to the field. Namjoon practically sprints off the bus and into the visiting manager’s office, shutting the door and all but declaring himself unavailable. Usually, this is when he and Seokjin meet before games to figure out a plan based on the starting pitcher for the opposing team. Instead, he’s literally shut out, so he sits with his laptop in the team dining area and types up his notes into an email for Namjoon.

Because he’s tired, and because things were going so well with Namjoon last night until they just crumbled, it’s sort of taking everything in him not to cry the kind of hot, frustrated tears that kids do when things aren’t going their way. Part of him thinks crying might be a little cathartic, but another part, the one with self-preservation instincts, just takes more soft serve from the machine in the corner and drowns his feelings in chocolate-vanilla swirl. In a mini helmet, of course.

Namjoon is clearly avoiding him, and Seokjin isn’t sure why. He thinks it was pretty obvious that someone needed to get Seungwook out of the bar, and also obvious that he was the only one able to do that without some sort of fight. He wishes Namjoon would just tell him what the problem was, but with only an hour left until the game and everyone out at batting practice except Seokjin, it seems unlikely.

Resigned, he takes his seat behind the dugout again and does his best to cheer along with the same enthusiasm he had the nights before. Halfway through the game, it’s starting to kick in, and all the faking it he’s doing is paying off, because he’s actually having a little bit of fun. The little girl next to him is enamored with the mascots and the cheerleaders, and he manages to get the MC to let her come up onto the dugout and dance with them for a half a song. Her parents are grateful and take a million pictures of her up there and then a couple more of her with Seokjin even though he’s nobody to them. It’s almost enough to make him forget that Namjoon is mad at him for some unknown reason.

It’s the bottom of the sixth, and Sangwon has pitched five surprisingly clean innings. The Heroes and the Eagles are tied, hope alive for the Heroes to take the series still. Seokjin is timing Sangwon from the stands, and he’s almost back to his normal speed from the wind-up. It’s helping his release point stabilize, which in turn is helping him keep the batters to pretty much just soft contact or swinging strikes.

A little bit of much-needed hope is blooming in Seokjin, and he can see it in the dugout, too. Even Namjoon, who’d been sulking around silently for the first hour and a half of the game, is smiling a little, again offering his normal encouragement to his players now as they enter and leave the dugout.

With two outs and no runners on, Sangwon is on the verge of ringing up Seungwook. He’s (it’s obvious to Seokjin anyway) hungover and off his game, swinging late and quickly racking up a one and two count. From his seat, Seokjin can’t see what pitch Taehyung asks for, but Sangwon shakes him off once, then again, then once more. Taehyung calls for time and jogs to the mound, clearly trying to get on the same page as his pitcher. They go back and forth for as long as the umpire lets them, and then Taehyung is headed back to the plate, pulling his mask down with a frown.

The fourth pitch comes, and all through the first half of his motion, Sangwon looks normal. And then he lifts his leg for the kick and instantly Seokjin knows something is wrong. Sangwon’s face contorts when his knee meets his glove, and as his leg comes back down, he all but topples over the mound. He ends up on the ground, clutching at his calf, and what should have been a sinker comes out at the wrong angle, a wild pitch that takes both Taehyung and Seungwook by surprise and hits Seungwook in the ankle.

There’s a split second where Seokjin wants to laugh, a little too pleased that Seungwook is hopping around on one foot and swearing, but then Sangwon just isn’t getting up. Jimin sprints out to the mound, along with Namjoon, their pitching coach, and the assistant trainer, and they huddle around the pitcher.

In the stands, fans from both sides murmur, the thrum of confusion and curiosity. The infield comes in, but keeps a respectful distance, trying to let the coaching staff assess the situation without getting in the way.

Moments go by that feel like hours. Sure, Sangwon is a dick, but no one likes to see a player seriously hurt and he’s not getting up. Eventually, the medical cart comes out of the concourse and onto the field, and Sangwon, looking distraught and more vulnerable than Seokjin’s ever seen him, is lifted onto the stretcher by Jimin and Namjoon, and carted off with both trainers at his side.

While Namjoon attends to the business of getting a new pitcher warmed up too fast, Seokjin escapes the stands and makes his way to the locker room. Jimin’s there, tossing belongings from Sangwon’s cubby into a duffel.

“What’s going on?” Seokjin asks as he enters.

Jimin grimaces. “It’s bad, hyung. More than a meniscus tear. Maybe his ACL. He said he heard it pop during his motion, which is a pretty solid sign. He needs an MRI. They’re taking him to the hospital now.”

“His season’s over,” Seokjin says more than asks.

As he slings the full duffel over his shoulder, Jimin nods. “If he’s really lucky, it’s just a strain. It would probably put him on the 45 day. But based on what you and I both noticed, I think it was probably already strained going into this and he tore it tonight. He threw up in the medicart because the pain was so bad.”

“I feel bad for him.”

“Don’t. Karma sucks,” Jimin answers with a smirk as he leaves, presumably to go along to the hospital.

Maybe he’s right. A little bit anyway.

Seokjin doesn’t bother watching the rest of the game, because Sangwon being out gives him the opportunity he’s been waiting for. He calls Yoongi and gets the green light he needs, and then he spends the rest of the game putting together a trade proposal for the management at Busan.

With any luck, he can get the deal done tonight and get Jeon Jeongguk on the bus back to Seoul in the morning.

***

If Namjoon hadn’t been so insistent on ignoring him, Seokjin would have already told him the news himself. Instead, after the Heroes lost the game, Namjoon got back to the hotel on his own, nowhere to be found on the team bus.

After everything is finalized with Busan, Seokjin pats himself on the back. Literally. In front of the bathroom mirror after his shower, and before he starts on his skincare routine. Yoongi had sent a simple “good work,” text and he’d checked Instagram to see the new pitcher’s profile updated with the burgundy and gray of the Heroes.

It’s all going to plan, until he hears a loud series of knocks on his door.

Well, at least he’s not being ignored anymore, he thinks.

“Are you still mad?” he says as he opens the door to find Namjoon with a fist raised, ready to give another solid knock.

“You went behind my back,” Namjoon complains as he enters the hotel room, kicks his shoes off, and paces around the doorway.

“I would have talked to you if you’d given me the chance!”

“Really?” Namjoon says, and it comes out snarky and sarcastic.

“Yes, really. What’s wrong with you? I thought we weren’t doing this anymore. I thought you trusted me.”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything right away, just takes a beer out of Seokjin’s minibar and plants himself in one of the chairs at the small table by the window. He cracks it open and takes a drink as Seokjin sits opposite him. Finally, Namjoon stops staring out at the ocean and turns to look at Seokjin.

“I do.”

It comes out softly, it sounds sincere as much as two words can, and it makes Seokjin’s heart skip a beat.

“Jeongguk is going to be good for the team, Namjoonie.”

“I know.”

“So, you admit I was right!” It feels good to tease Namjoon a little, to try and get his dimples to pop again. He doesn’t quite succeed, but he does see one side of Namjoon’s mouth turn up.

“You’re good at your job,” he says. “That’s not why I was mad.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin replies, “I figured, since you were already ignoring me this morning. Look, I’m sorry about Seungwook showing up, I had no idea he’d do that. I mean… I could barely get him to come to my hotel when we were together, so I didn’t even think—”

Namjoon cuts off his rambling. “That’s why it bothered me,” he says, eyes downturned and his brow wrinkled. “From everything you’ve said, he was such a dick to you. I don’t get why you’d leave with him. I thought we were having a good time.”

Seokjin is trying to process things, trying to make sure he’s hearing things right. Because what he’s hearing is that Namjoon is upset that he left with his ex. Which could be friend behavior, but it just feels like more. Last night was starting to feel like more.

Maybe Hoseok was right?

“We were,” he says simply. “But there were reporters in there, and I didn’t think you needed a fight.”

“Oh,” Namjoon whispers, lips stuck in a round shape as he blows out a breath. “So you weren’t… You know.”

“I didn’t sleep with him, if that’s what you mean. He passed out over there and I took a picture of him drooling to send to Hobi.” Seokjin flips to the photo on his phone and slides it over to Namjoon, who snorts out a laugh.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he admits, looking at Seokjin earnestly. “Thanks for trying to protect me.”

“Sure. I still think you’re worth it, Joonie.” The look on Namjoon’s face is too much. Like Seokjin is special, or saying something really incredible. It should be banned, honestly. No one should be allowed to look at Seokjin like that, or his heart might get confused.

After a beat, Namjoon scoots his chair out and stands, clearing his throat. “Well, he says, “I should probably get out of your way. It’s been a long day, and the bus leaves early.” But he doesn’t exactly move toward the door.

Because he has very little sense of self-preservation, Seokjin asks, “Want a redo?”

“A redo of what?”

“Dinner?”

Namjoon grins and points at Seokjin’s pajamas, covered in cartoon characters. Honestly, he’d forgotten he was wearing them, and now he wonders if the looks he thought were something more were just Namjoon wondering why Seokjin dresses like a middle schooler. “I don’t think you meet the dress code.”

Seokjin just shoulder checks him and then tosses him the room service menu from the table, gesturing for him to sit again. They order different things than the night before after they both confess to having separately eaten all the plates anyway.

When Seokjin gets off the phone placing their order, Namjoon is texting furiously. He doesn’t stop when Seokjin sits back at the little table, just types and makes little huffs that Seokjin knows are a sign of a frustrated Namjoon.

“What is it?” he finally asks.

Namjoon looks up over the rim of his glasses. “Sangwon. We just got all his results.”

“Surgery?”

“Yep. At least one. He won’t pitch again,” Namjoon says, shaking his head. “Doctor told Jimin if we’d addressed it sooner, it might have been different. I should probably…” He glances from Seokjin to the door of the hotel room and back. He actually looks disappointed. Whether it’s over losing his pitcher or losing out on dinner with Seokjin, it’s hard to tell. But probably the pitcher.

“You should go to the hospital.”

“Right.”

“It’s okay, I can eat a lot.”

That makes Namjoon smile wide—he throws his head back and laughs loudly. “That wasn’t exactly what I was worried about, but thank you, hyung.”

“Hang on before you go,” Seokjin says quickly, heading back over to his hotel room phone. He dials room service back and makes a quick adjustment to the order. It only takes a moment, but Namjoon is up and shuffling back into his shoes by the time he’s off the phone again.

Seokjin follows him to the door and says, “You can pick up your half downstairs on your way. They’re going to box it up for you.”

Namjoon pauses with his hand on the door handle and turns back. “Hyung, we’re friends, right?”

Friends. Yes. That’s what they are. Friends. And co-workers. Seokjin swallows and nods. Before he can react, Namjoon has both his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He smells good, sort of woodsy, and his t-shirt is soft on Seokjin’s cheek. When Namjoon pulls away, he leaves with a whispered, “Thank you,” and Seokjin’s left in a daze.

Friends.

It’s all he thinks about until he eventually falls asleep. He picks at his room service and thinks about being Namjoon’s friend. He replies to the picture he gets of Jimin and Namjoon looking bored in the hospital waiting room, and while he types, he thinks about what it must be like to be Namjoon’s more-than-friend. Listlessly, he flips through tv channels until he realizes he’s stuck on some silly drama where the people who are supposed to be friends were actually in love the whole time. And surprise, he thinks about Namjoon.

Namjoon is in his dreams, fidgeting with the little figurines that Seokjin has lined up along the front of his desk and laughing brighter than a star when Seokin tells him to knock it off. When Seokjin wakes up, he finds a message from Namjoon on his phone—an update on Sangwon, and he sees the real life Namjoon down in the hotel restaurant grabbing some fruit and talking quietly with Taehyung. Probably updating him on the new pitcher.

He wants to interrupt them, to say hello or good morning, but he can’t guarantee that he won’t accidentally say something like, “I think you’re gorgeous and very smart and can you please leave your boyfriend for me?” so he just gives them a small wave and makes his way out to the bus to load up his bags.

Seokjin is particularly excited to get out of Busan. He may not be able to avoid Namjoon, but it’ll be another kind of relief to put some distance between himself and Seungwook again.

And it’s nice to be first on the bus and have any seat of his choosing, but Seokjin’s brain has been betraying him and he’s tired and a little overwhelmed, so he doesn’t overthink things. He snags the seat Sangwon usually takes, and huddles in the corner, hood up, headphones on, and tries to make himself as ignorable as possible.

For a while, as players and coaching staff board the bus, it works. But then there’s a commotion, and Seokjin can’t help but look up to see what’s going on.

It’s Namjoon at the front of the bus, looking like Seokjin’s dream guy (literally) with his arm slung around their newest addition: Jeon Jeongguk.

The whole team is listening attentively. Taehyung, who’d already found the seat across from Seokjin, looks particularly interested—probably relieved he doesn’t have to put up with Sangwon anymore.

Seokjin pops his earbuds out in time to hear the end of whatever Namjoon is saying. “...So, everyone welcome Jeongguk to the team, and make sure you say thank you to Seokjin, who did all the work to get him to come to the Heroes.”

It’s not true, really. He just had the idea and got Yoongi to okay it. But he bows his head anyway and gives a one-handed little wave. He’s glad the hood of his sweatshirt is up to cover his ears, knowing he’s blushing at the attention.

Then, there’s some seat shuffling. Taehyung seems to think it’s urgent that he spends time with the new pitcher—it makes sense, so Jimin lets Jeongguk slide into his usual seat and then looks at Seokjin expectantly.

“Can I sit here, hyung?” And he gestures next to Seokjin.

“Uh… Sure. But there’s a seat next to Namjoon.”

Jimin scrunches his nose. “Ew, no. I told you, he snores.”

“Oh…” Seokjin is confused that they never seem to want to be together even though they are together, but it’s not really his business, either. He reaches for his bag and pulls out a couple of things before shoving it under the seat in front of him.

“Hey,” a deep voice says from above him.

Seokjin looks up and sees Namjoon in the aisle, standing behind Jimin.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin says sweetly. “Important business to discuss with Seokjin-hyung?”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck and won’t make eye contact with either of them. Why is everyone on this team so weird? Seokjin doesn’t think he has anything to talk about with Namjoon, especially since today’s an off-day. And since he, personally, is feeling off today, he wants even less to be forced to act normal around his crush for several hours.

“I just wanted a change of scenery,” Namjoon says.

“Sure,” Jimin says, and he looks positively giddy. “I’ll take the front seat for you. No problem.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” Namjoon says, sounding relieved, as he slides past the trainer and into the seat next to Seokjin.

No one seems to ask for Seokjin’s opinion on the matter, and he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of anything that isn’t, so he gives Namjoon a polite smile and tries not to think about the way it felt to be pressed up against him in his hotel room the night before.

“Hyung?” Namjoon says, touching Seokjin’s arm gently.

“Hmm?”

“Can we listen to that podcast again?” And with Namjoon looking at him, hopeful and a little nervous, who is he to say no?

“Sure, Namjoonie. Here.” He hands Namjoon an earbud and turns on the next episode of the podcast they’d listened to on the way up.

It starts, and they’re quiet, listening half to the podcast and half to the low chatter of the men around them. It feels sort of normal, and for the first time in a day, Seokjin feels calm. He almost forgets why he’d been so anxious, but then Namjoon starts snoring. Loudly.

Seokjin hears a giggle and turns to see Jeongguk covering his mouth, staring at them and clearly laughing.

“Is he always like that?” Jeongguk asks.

Taehuyng, next to him, nods. “Sometimes worse.”

The new pitcher just grins, toothy and bright. “You must really love him to put up with that.”

Namjoon’s head slides onto Seokjin’s shoulder as he makes a little snuffling sound in his sleep, and resigned, Seokjin thinks Jeongguk has no idea how right he is about that.

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