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misguidedasgardian · 9 months

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Storm's End (End I)

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Strong!Reader

Summary: your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Warnings: Cursing, use of the word bastard, angst, heavy, canon level incest, mentions of bedding, and more, dark fic, Aemond is unhinged, rape, non-con, minors engaging in sexual activities, talks about abortion, violence, and other very dark things.

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: Here it is! one of the two possible endings! hehe THIS IS THE HAPPY ONE the dark OG one is coming in the next days...

Today was the summit

Aemond thought bitterly, as he woke up and you were not there by his side, he looked towards the window and there you were, sitting there, looking at the ocean through the bars he had installed.

You tended to do that a lot

You barely spoke, you barely moved, you barely eat

And it was not going to improve, no matter how… soft… he had became with you

“Good morning”, he said raising from his bed and walking to you, your eyes looked like the ones of someone who was no longer there, no longer living

You didn’t answer

“Today will be the negotiation for your release”, he said, and that is when, for a second, he saw relief

That settles it then

“I’ll send a maester in, to check you”

If you were with child

You said nothing, you waited until the old man returned

“My lady, if you will”, he asked, signaling to the bed

What you didn’t know, is that regardless of what he found, by order of the Dowager Queen… he was supposed to say only one thing

“She is not with child your grace”, he said to the Prince

The sadness in Aemond’s eyes was priceless to watch, but not the anger that came after

To no surprise, he fucked you roughly

One last time

The summoning of the two fighting monarchs and the all the great lords of the seven Kingdoms took two full moons

Harrenhall was the chosen place for the meeting, in open air, no hiding, no tricks, no nothing

Finally they met, face to face, Rhaenyra and Aegon

“Give me back my daughter”, demanded Rhaenyra, it was the first thing she said, Aemond stood there by his brother unmoving, only a smirk on his face as he saw Luke almost hiding behind Daemon

“How ungrateful sister”, muttered Aegon, amused, “my brother saved your daughter from the wild waters of Shipwreck bay”, Borros had the audacity to laugh at that

“And we saved your cunt of a grandfather from messing with the triarchy, you should thank us, they are not to be trusted”, said Daemon, Aegon giggled childishly

“Very well uncle, so let’s solve this, we have something you want, and you have something that… well, is in our best interest to recuperate”, alicent twisted and turned in her place

Rhaenyra frowned

She wanted her daughter back more than they wanted Otto

All the Lords, the most important men and women of the realm where there

Lannister, Tyrell, HIghtower, Tully, Arryn, Stark, Baratheon.

“We could plunge this Kingdom into war, or we can solve this as adults”, said Rhaenyra

“I agree”, said Aegon, “I’m the male heir, the crown is mine, as simple as that”

“My father, the late King proclaimed me heir, and all these Lord swore allegiance to me”, Alicent, with a deep scowl, shook her head

“To my side, all the lords that will follow my father's King Viserys wish, and proclaim me Queen”, Rhaenyra demanded, Aegon laughed, but stopped as soon as Tyrell, Tully, Arryn, and Stark walked to her side

“The Reach will side with King Aegon”, proclaimed Lord HIghtower

“I’m sorry my Lord Hightower, but you do not rule the Reach”, Lady Tyrell proclaimed, “I do, in the name of my son”, she said firmly, “And we will side with the rightful heir, Queen Rhaenyra”

“Dorne will not dance with dragons”, said another, but still, Rhaenyra had 4 of the Seven Kingdoms, and the majority of the Crownlands

“Before we start the negotiations, I want to see my daughter”, she demanded, “and I’ll let you see your father, Alicent”, she spoke, looking directly at her childhood friend

“We will exchange hostages at the end of this summit”, said Aegon. Rhaenyra looked to her side, where Cregan Stark looked at them angrily

She had offered her daughter’s hand in marriage to the wolf, and he had said yes, he didn’t deter when she told him that she had been taken hostage… she knew Jace had spoken to him, but he still didn’t deter from his determination

Rhanyra kept stealing glances at his half brother Aemond, he wore a smirk on his lips and changes the weight on his feet, his hands grasped behind his back, standing at the right side of Aegon

This was going to be long…

It was three days of negotiations

Three full days until they could reach the next conclusion

Aegon was going to rule from the capital those Kingdoms that wanted to serve him, even though that led to confusion amongst the Reach, and the Crownlands, who were divided

The hostages were going to be exchanged

Much to Aemond’s disagreement

But he said nothing

He himself brought you forwards

He had selected for you to wear a low cut green dress, to humiliate you, to show the most important lords and ladies of the realm the marks he had left on you, hands around your neck, bites in your collarbones, bruises. Rhaenyra whimpered when she saw you, hiding her horrified expression with a hand in her mouth

“Don’t you have a proposition to make to our sister, Aemond?”, asked Aegon mockingly, “to marry our lovely niece?”

The brothers had discussed surrendering the life of his grandfather, in exchange of you marrying Aemond, but he had decided against it

No matter how much he desired you, to have you by his side, he could not accept to go back on his word and marry you

“A bastard is not worthy of marrying a Prince”, he said out loud, shaking you still in his grasp until he made you whine in protest, “And I will not marry spoiled goods”, he continued with a sick smile.

His words stang, and you felt ashamed and embarrassed, your mother was there, right in front of you, and yet, you didn’t even dare to raise your head to look at her, you had been weak and you let her down, you let Aemond defile you, you put her in jeopardy.

Aemond at the same time, looked around and he did not see looks of approval or sarcasm, he saw looks of disgust… Directed at him

Directly at him

Not at you

At him

He was just like his brother

Both Green brothers, rapists, defiling women who did nothing wrong… raping them. He even looked at the eyes of their allies, the Lannsiter and Baratheon and not even them were looking back at him

He release you then, you stumbled forwards and your mother, not caring what other might think, she rushed to enemy lines to catch you in her loving arms, she hugged you tightly against her chest

“I’m here!”, she cried into your ear as she kissed your hair, “my sweet sweet girl, I’m here”, then you hugged her back

“Mama”, you whispered, not believing that she was real, that you were safe now, her characteristic smell, her voice, her hair, the shape of her arms and chest… it was her, you were safe

“My girl”, she repeated, “you are safe now, I got you”, she draw you back to her side, where Daemon and Luke received you with relieved faces, and tight hugs

They in turn, released Otto

Alicent was horrified when she saw the emaciated look on his face, his hair and gotten white, and he couldn’t even mutter a word

The brothers didn’t care enough to do or say something

They had taken your maidenhead

And Rhaenyra took his tongue

A fair exchange they believed

You didn't care for anyone but your mother, father and siblings, who doted on you all the journey back to Dragonstone, all of them, except from Jace

You didn’t know why, but he could barely look at you, and after he expressed his relief that you were alright and safe, he chose to stay far from your sight

It pained you, but you didn't push it

You were home

You actually cried when you saw the castle in the horizon

And you did what you could best to not think of Aemond

He had fucked you that last time and then he took you to the summit himself on his dragon, he never spoke a word to you again.

And the maester had said you were not with child, so, why did you felt so terrible? your breasts were tender and you wanted to throw up

At first you thought it was because of how nervous you were

But when you were safe, on firm land, in Dragonstone… And the nausea didn’t leave you

You didn’t tell your mother, yet, she called a maester into your rooms, to check on you either way…

Turns out… the maester from King’s Landing was wrong… you were indeed with child

You said nothing, you didn't spoke much either way, but Rhaenyra sat by your side on the bed and hold you, caressed your hair, and whispered words of encouragement

“Everything is going to be alright my sweet girl, don't you worry”, she assured you, as she rose from the bed to talk to Maester Munkun

“She is too far along your grace, almost three moons, any attempts against the child in the princess’ belly could have dire consequences on her”, you heard him say

“Are you sure?”, you asked softly, the Maester, who should be offended, only smiled softly at you

“I never miss pregnancies your grace”, he said softly

Why didn’t the Maester of King’s Landing miss it? Perhaps he did on purpose

For Aemond to let you go…

The maester left after giving your mother some instructions, and she looked at you, trying to analyze the calm expression on your face

“Darling… are you alright?”, she asked softly, you only nodded

“The maester in King's Landing lied mom”, you said softly, “he said that i’m not with child, I gather he said so, so Aemond would let me go”, you explained

“Much likely, yes”, she said softly, she returned to your side, sitting by your side on the bed, “my darling, I will find someone you will marry, it is imperative..”

“I don’t want to get married”, you whined looking back at her, she tried to smile, but the concern in her face…

“My love, your child… if you don’t marry…”, you placed your hand on your lower belly

“But you are Queen”, you said softly, “you can have him or her legitimized”, she smiled softly

“Yes I can, and I will do that, if that is what you desire”, she said, her uneasy gaze on you at all times

“I do not think I can handle a man… touching me… yet”, you explained, and she nodded quickly, she grabbed your hands, you did not reject her touch, you could never, if anything, made you feel better, it grounded you, soothed you

She was concerned for you, you could tell, but you still didn’t know what to say

“I need to know you are alright with this”, she said softly

“I am”, you said softly

You were just glad to be home, you were just glad that since you were with your family, you didn’t have nightmares, and if you didn’t look into the mirror… you were fine because the bruises and pain Aemond has caused you was diminishing by day…

And the child, well, you supposed you were accustomed to the idea since the first time he had you, it is what happened, and even though a week ago that maester had said you were not with child, in the bottom of your heart, you didn’t believe him anyways.

And your calmness seemed to unnerve your mother

“I’ll leave, if you need anything”

“I’m fine mama”, you said, smiling encouragingly, she barely nodded, and left you

She left you, it was a beautiful day when you looked out the window and you decided you were going to read by it, a book of legends about love and knights….

But Luke entered your room after a few hours

“Aemond showed me the letter you send him”, you said smiling widely, you rose from your seat and embraced your brother, he hugged you back, “You tried to recuperate me, my brave little brother”

“It wasn’t enough”, he lamented

“Yes it was”, you said gently, you released him, and he smiled at you

“I thought you’d like some company”

Since you arrived a couple of days ago, you didn't want to leave your rooms

“You thought right”, you smiled, and you both both sat at the wooden table in the corner of the room

“I heard mother say… are you with child?”, he asked softly, you nodded

“Yes I am”

“Does he… know?”, you shook your head

“And we have to keep it that way Luke”, you said back, “He can’t know”

“I think is safe to say, you are safe here, the greens have no friends amongst us”, he said, and you nodded

“How is Jace?”, you asked, he frowned

“He is… sorry he hasn't been here to see you”

“No he is not”, you said

“He is angry”, he assumed, “very angry, and he doesn't know who to be angry with… “

“He has always been a bit hot headed”, you said gently, “the blood of the dragon and all”. You missed your brother

“He is angry at the situation, not at you”, he said softly

Lucerys left you when the sun hid in the horizon…. and at night, Jace has decided to pay you a visit, as you thought, he was angry… very angry

“Is it true?”, he asked, you only looked at him from your bed, “you are pregnant with his bastard?” he asked then, you whimpered, the manner he spoke to you… so angrily, reminded you of Aemond

“Yes Jace…”, you said softly and he growled, frustrated

“How could you…?”

“There is nothing we can do”, you explained softly

“Why are you so calm? about everything? he raped you! tortured you”

“Yes he did jace”

“He ruined your life”

“I know”, you said softly

“Do you know what we had to do to prevent Daemon from burning King’s Landing to the ground? he took all his anger and rage on…”

“Otto Hightower I gather”, you muttered

“WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING CALM?!”, Lucerys was right he was not angry at you, he was angry at the situation, he was as you should be

“There is nothing we can do, its done, Jace, I’m here with you, I’m safe again, its over”, you said, and he finally calmed himself down, looking at you wide eyed

And then… he exploded

He cried, your older brother, eighteen year old, cried right then and there in front of you, wept, as he fell by your side and hugged you tightly

“I was so scared”, he whined, and you could only caress his dark hairs and shush him, “that he was going to… kill you…”

“We cannot hold this hate in our hearts Jace, look at what it did to him”, you whispered, “we have to forgive and forget or else, it going to eat us alive”

. . .

Moons passed

Five more, to be exact, and your belly had grown, as much as your excitement.

At first, you were scared, very scared, frightened, but everything changed once you started feeling him or her, moving inside of you, kicking you softly, you started feeling curious about your child, who was going to look like

You really hoped it was a girl, so she could keep you company, but at the same time, you stated feeling scared if she was a girl

The world hurt little girls

It was better if he was a boy, but if he was… he was going to be teased for being a bastard, mistreated even…

You were conflicted

What you did know though, is that it was going to be so so loved, his uncles and aunties, Rhaena and Baela, your mother, Viserys and Aegon, Dameon, were going to love him or her, so so much

You mother was going to declare her or him legitimate, she was going to be a Targaryen, that is all that mattered

Luke wouldn’t part your side and consequently, neither did Rhaena, they were your rock

Your mother as well, but she couldn’t help but look sadly at you

And Daemon? as Jace, he found trouble having his own peace, at some point, he even blamed himself for not burning the Greens sooner.

But you had made your piece

When you were finishing your 8th moon, Cregan Stark came to Dragonstone

You were greatly surprised when on his second day, he asked for an audience with you

You sat in the great hall nervously, you were to have chaperones, Luke and Jace, but still, you got so nervous when the imposing man entered the hall at Jace’s side

“There she is”, said Jace with a nervous smile

“Here I am”, you said, you didn’t dare to stand, the table hiding your belly

“Your grace, your beauty is greater than the songs they sing”, he said, he was handsome, young, tall and broad, pitch black hair, and piercing gray eyes, his fur cape only help to enlarge his figure

“You are too kind”, you said softly

He looked at your brother strangely, they got the hint, and they walked away, directing their attention elsewhere

“I wanted an audience with you because, when prince Jacaerys flied North to seek my alliance, in said alliance, there was a promise for your hand”

“Yes my Lord, I’m aware”, you muttered, he was there at the summit, he had witnessed and saw what Aemond did to you, everyone knew and was witness to it

“I expressed your mother the Queen of my desires to continued said alliance”, he said firmly, but with a gentle smile

He wanted to marry you

“My lord…”, you started

“I know many things have happened in between, but my desire hasn't diminished… I…” you stood up from the table, revealing your pregnant belly to him, he got quiet all of a sudden

“I’m very sorry my lord, it would have been the joy of my life, but.. as you can see, I am not the maiden my brother promised almost a year ago I… I’m afraid I’m spoiled now… I’m expecting a child…”, Jace turn to look at you, white as paper

Cregan was not surprised, he looked like he expected it

“That is fine, your grace, because… I also have a child, my heir, a sweet boy of four name days, Rickon… if I may be so forward, he needs a sweet, good mother figure, and your child will need, in turn…”, you smiled

“I’m spoiled goods My Lord”, you said smiling sadly, he went forwards, his closeness didn’t scared you, he took the liberty of grabbing your hand

“You are not goods, my lovely, you are a princess, and I’m going to love and care for your child, as I’m sure you are going to love and care for mine”, he said, with such conviction in his eyes, “someday we might even… have some children of our own, only if you so please to”

“What are the Lords and Ladies of the North going to say?”, you asked then

“I’ve been away from my home long enough so nobody will ask many questions”, he said gently

“May I have a couple of days to think about it?”, you asked, smiling at him, he smiled

“Of course”, he leaned in and kissed your hand

it was a tough decision, not like you had too much to think about

You were lucky, terribly Lucky that the third most powerful man in the Kingdoms wanted to marry YOU, pregnant and all, but on the other side, the thought of leaving your home broke your heart

You wanted to be home, with your mother and father, and siblings

You knew you could be happy here

Aemond had married a Baratheon, not that you cared, he had been exiled to the Storm’s End, you knew because Daemon had mocked in at dinner

Thanks to Mysaria you had ears and eyes all over the Kingdoms

You wondered if they had to

If they knew you were expecting his child

You wondered what would happen when he finds out because, he said clearly he was not going to let you go

But you didn't care, you were safe

Whatever you chose, you were going to be fine

Cregan soothed you, and he had express that you had until the baby was born to make a decision

So you spend the last moon of your pregnancy in company of your family

. . .

“Push, my sweet girl”, cried your mother, kissing your sweaty temple

“AARRRGGHHHHH!”, a scream ripped your throat as you did, with all strength, pushed as hard as you could

“I can see the head sweet princess, just one more”, said the Midwife sweetly

“AHHH FUCK CUNT BITCH!”, you cursed all the words in the books, you swore you could hear Daemon laugh at the other side of the door

And then, a feeling of relief, the midwives cheered and then

The cry of your child

“It’s a boy, your grace! kicking like a horse, strong like one too”, your mother laughed, relieved, and so did you

It was short minutes and then they placed your clean baby in your awaiting arms

He was so small, tiny, with silver hair and red face, he was crying loudly, a good set of lungs in him

“My son”, you said triumphantly

It was some hours later, after they cleaned you and ready you, that your mother allowed people to come and see you, Lucerys was the first one inside

You passed your sleeping son into his arms

“He is so small!”, he said with a wide smile, “what’s his name?”, he asked

“Aerion”, you answered with a wide smile

your entire family entered the room to gaze at your son, over Luke’s shoulder

“He’s got my nose”, said Daemon, all of them laughed, including you

“But he has my eyes”, said Rhaenyra

“the blood of the Dragon runs thick on him”

Even Corlys and Rhaenys entered the room to see your baby

“He's just gorgeous!”, cooed Rhaenys, taking him in her arms and cradling him against her chest, “you are going to be a real dragon rider, aren’t you? you are going to claim Vermithor! or Silverwing”

“I want him to take the Velaryon name”, said Corlys, “like you, my sweet girl”, you smiled, your eyes filled with tears

“Really?”, you cried

“Of course”

Despite everything, and even though you had been through hell… You know you were going to be alright

You had your family, you had your son who you needed to be strong for

You were safe

You were fine

It took you five moons to realize it, to sleep through the night, not to wake, alarmed, thinking he was going to enter your rooms to choke you and rape you

That you were fine

That you were never going not see him again

That he was never going to see YOUR son

With Cregan…

You accepted to Marry Cregan, you married in a Valyrian ceremony after you recuperated form giving birth, and when you reached Winterfell, you married there again, in the Godswood

He gave you space, and won your trust a little step at a time, no even a year in, an you shared your chambers and your bed with him, he had been so incredible patient, you fell in love with him, as with his son, who accepted you as his mother

Cregan took your son in, a dragon hatched in his crib, to everyone’s surprise

After two years, to gave birth to a little girl, with dark hair and lilac eyes, and a year later a set of twin boys

You never saw Aemond again, he never saw your son, you didn't even knew if he knew about his existence

But he knew, he knew and he spend the rest of his life tortured

He married Floris Baratheon but it was an unhappy marriage, he didn’t manage to give her children, and she hated him for it

He of course blamed her

He never forgot about you

In Dragonstone...

You decided to stay home with your child, to be raised with his baby dragon in Dragonstone, he grew up loved and cared for, by all your family

Jace married Baela, Luke married Rhaena, and you were there to see it

Eventually, when Aerion was three, you fell in love with the second son of House Celtigar, who had come to court to serve your mother, you married, and lived happily in Dragonstone with him…

Aemond never saw your child or you again, but he demanded Larys for information every day, for the rest of his life, he could only hear how your son was great with the sword, smart and cunning, a great dragon rider, a perfect prince, without him.

THE END

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palestinian-fundraising · 29 days

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PLEASE READ AND REBLOG🇵🇸

Traveling from Rafah to Egypt for treatment

Message from organizer:

Hello, I am Mervat and I got married to Thaer 3 years ago. We were not rich, but we had a small apartment and we lived happily and we had dreams like every woman and man who starts a new life. A year after our marriage, she gave birth to a baby girl, and her name was Toleen. Our house was full of joy and happiness for the arrival of our first child, and Trileen became her. The only thing I have in this world, and I fear that one thorn will hurt her or make her sick.

When the 7th of October began and the war and aggression against Gaza began, everything changed and we thought that this disaster would end soon, but soon fear began in our hearts and hunger in our stomachs and the siege began.

My only daughter, Toulin, was sick because of eating canned food and not having enough vegetables or clean water. We went to the hospital and sat for more than 3 days to treat our daughter. They applied a solution and told us that she had a problem with her intestines because of the food, and they did not give us treatment or anything..

We did not find a way to save our daughter except to go to Rafah (south). The road was dangerous and we saw corpses spread everywhere, but we continued on our way because we were hungry and we wanted to feed our daughter and we believed that Rafah was a safe place.

After our arrival, we started looking for a tent that would shelter my young family from the cold and rain. Can you imagine sleeping in this tent where it is freezing cold, water running under you, and the sounds of bombing, explosives, and crowding of residents? We were exposed to psychological shock, and Tulin is still sick without treatment or medicine .

My husband, Thaer, goes in the morning and returns in the evening to look for food or diapers for Tulane. He is very tired now. No matter how much we talk, we will not be able to describe the suffering and pain we are experiencing.

My brother Hamza will organize this donation campaign. He is the person who helps us the most and stands by us. He will do the impossible in order to talk about my suffering. May God help us with the good people who are the remains of humanity in this world.

Hello, I'm Hamza, and this is the second time I've organized a donation campaign. I reached my goal and began the procedures for my family to leave Gaza to Egypt, but this is my married sister. I have been deducting my salary for years while helping her, as well as during the war, but transferring money to Rafah has now stopped due to exploitation by merchants and the closure. Banks and the blockade, and the only solution for her and her daughter Tulin and her husband’s survival is to leave Gaza, but this is also very expensive, as she needs only 15 thousand dollars to leave and will be reunited with my family in Egypt. Thus, I have fulfilled her dream and my dream of seeing my family gathered in front of me, and this is our most basic right that we are trying to take away from this desperate world. My niece is very sick and I cannot leave her without help. You can follow me on my Tik Tok page and connect on Instagram. If you have any questions about my sister and her little family, please help. They only ask to go out to Egypt and if someone wants to pay directly to the bank. Egyptian coordination of their exit could easily do so. Just contact me or support them. $10 makes a difference. Thank you, don't let us down. https://www.tiktok.com/@sahar.gaza?_t=8lComCkqcaH&_r=1

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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yibo’s btf co-star zhai yujia posted on his weibo and shared stories from filming :

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This is the first scene we filmed with Yibo in the movie #长空之王# . Arrived here at three o'clock in the morning that day, the sky was full of stars and beautiful. Although the altitude is 3,000 meters, Yibo still integrates into our test flight team with full emotions and energy, and cooperates with the shooting over and over again.

In the past 100 days, I have been filled with emotions. Time flies, I wrote some memories, the style of writing is average, but they are all my feelings, please bear with me.

Finally, I want to say: "Wang Yibo deserves to be loved by so many people!”

actual post:

I remember this photo was taken by teacher @摄影机 Rita. That day we drove from the urban area to the suburbs at an altitude of 3000 meters at three o'clock in the morning. It was around 4 o'clock when we got there, because there was no light pollution, the sky was full of stars, Very romantic. Yibo had read the script with us at the time, and we met each other. but this day is the first time we were playing against each other.

I remember the plot at that time was "Handsome Gao", "Jia Shengli" and "Lei Yu" and I, Four of us in a car, we don't know where we're going, but we didn't expect to go to Martyrs cemetery. It is a test of our mentality. That scene broke my inherent perception of him.

First of all, I am a dance fan of Yibo. I like dancing very much, Yibo’s locking dance is very good, so I appreciate Yibo's talent, but I always thought that Yibo may be a bit introverted and slow to warm up. But this scene overturned my imagination of his energy. When we acted together in the car for more than ten hours, he never left. He has driven a car, and has been cooperating with our performances one by one (the day we filmed. He have more than 50 takes, and he will always be in a state of full energy. ) We played our favorite songs through bluetooth, together at an altitude of more than 3000 meters. Fang sang along with the roaring vehicles. I still remember that picture, it is so beautiful.

At that moment, my impression of him changed, because I could feel that after learning the role, He wanted to integrate with us quickly. Including when he got into the tent. He has his own vehicle that can provide him with rest, but in order to let us brothers become more harmonious, Yibo took the initiative to move a chair into our tent. For more than 100 days, we had lunch together (I ate a lot of Yibo's chicken breast, meat and beef, thank you so much) Singing together, in the tent together, chatting about scripts, talking about airplanes, playing games, and becoming real friends. At that moment, I felt that Yibo was a very sincere and serious person. He was very unobtrusive and very humble while we were eating.

When we met the test pilot, the light of admiration and awe in his eyes was not fake. At that moment, my greatest feeling was that Yibo is someone who had great respect for people who are talented and responsible.

How time flies, I remember that at this time last year we were still in Tongchuan eating hot pot together, chatting about airplanes, and overcoming various difficulties at work.

I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with Yibo in the future. I want to learn locking from him!

PS: I want to add that Yibo is a highly motivated person. He's interested in a lot of things and he will work very hard to study them. He's determined to do things well! I remember he especially downloaded a flight stimulation game just to know more about aircraft. He would play the game every day to experience flight and understand it.

What he did inspired and encouraged me. I was positively affected working with such an excellent person.

Well, I’ve talked so much so let me sum it up:

Yibo deserves to be loved by so many people.

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#YIBO DESERVES TO BE LOVED BY SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!#LOUDER LOUDER LOUDER 📣📣📣📣#i am sorry for everyone who haven’t accepted yibo in their lives because mine is so much better with his good boy and gremlin energy #excuse me while i cry in the corner #wang yibo #born to fly #born to fly movie #EVERYONE WHO MET HIM WAS INSPIRED BY HIM #that should tell you everything you need to know about the kind of person he is

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daytaker · 5 months

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Hopefully this doesn't come off as a weird request. But can you do headcannons of reader looking up to Solomon as a father figure, then Solomons just a terrible influence for them. Thanks if you do this.

I won't lie, this is a kind of weird request, but that's alright! We can do weird. For the sake of my own comfort, I'm going to say ahead of time that the relationship between Solomon and the reader is purely platonic.

Hey, it's me again, three hours in the future relative to the above paragraph. I did my best, though I'm struggling to portray Solomon as an actual father figure. But these are some disjointed thoughts about you, Reader, and your somewhat toxic mentor-pupil relationship with your fellow human, Solomon the Sorcerer. (Fair warning, it gets a little silly at the end.)

CW: Manipulative Reader/MC, Bullying the Brothers

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Wow, the greatest sorcerer to ever live? You didn't even know sorcerers were a thing outside books and movies before you got here. Not only that, this guy is functionally immortal? You could probably learn a thing or two from him.

When you unexpectedly arrive in the Devildom for the RAD exchange program, you're more than a little uneasy about the number of jokes people have been making about eating you. (Those were jokes, right?)

So when you meet a friendly human face on your first day of classes, you're relieved. How is this guy so calm in this situation? Isn't he an exchange student too? Isn't he at least a little bit confused about the world? Will sticking to him like glue keep you from dying by demon?

Answers in order: He's been doing this for thousands of years, yes, no, and probably.

Solomon is aware of your dependence on him, and he quickly grows fond of you too, albeit in the way you might become fond of the local stray cat. You're friendly and easy to manipulate and best of all, you're a human. Solomon hasn't had any actual humans to interact with in years.

And who better to recruit to the cause of the betterment of humankind in the eyes of the other two realms than a fellow human? Someone with a stake in the underdog team?

He encourages your attempts to make pacts with the brothers. What could be more useful than a binding agreement to do whatever you tell them to, anyway? Soon enough, you have five pacts under your belt. It was surprisingly easy to get them to agree to sign their autonomy over.

"Don't you find it interesting that you're the only member of the exchange program who didn't know such a program existed until you were dragged here? I mean, there's no delegation in our world that manages relationships with the Devildom or the Celestial Realm. Both of those places just do as they please with the human world, only kept in check by each other."

He's making a good point. Why are humans so disrespected? Hell, those brothers view you as so unintimidating that they agreed to pacts with you more or less on the fly, just because. Is it just because you don't live as long?

"Hey, can you come over after classes? I need your help with something."

You become Solomon's willing guinea pig, and the brothers soon become guinea pigs by proxy. Solomon teaches you how to summon them, how to command them, and how to make sure they don't say a word to their oldest brother about it.

"I find it interesting that humans are so much more dynamic and inventive than demons or angels. I'm of the opinion that it's because the natural human lifespan is so short, relatively speaking, that it encourages people to be more ambitious. If we had eternity to solve our problems, would we even bother trying?"

Thank goodness for Solomon. If he wasn't here to impart these teachings on you, you might have ended up becoming emotionally entangled with those demons instead; demons who thought of you as a novelty and an easy target.

Lucifer stops you on your way to your room at the House of Lamentation.

"I think we need to have a talk about my brothers. Why are they afraid of you?"

To which you storm past him, flip him the bird, stick your tongue out, and snap, "None of your business! Get out of my life!" The door SLAMS shut, and you shout through it: "YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY REAL DAD."

And so, without even meaning to do it, Solomon has gone from an ally to a guide to a mentor to the person who transformed you into a demon-disrespecting teenager.

#ask response #dthc #anon ask #solomon #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me mc #lucifer #obey me lucifer #you're not even my real dad #i'm so sorry anon #hcs #solomon thoughts

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badgerthethirteenth · 7 months

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"Sneaking into the Gold Class Experience by paying for it"

Alternatively: Experiencing the briefest bout of the rich lifestyle made me realise just how poor I actually am.

Long read under the cut.

My husband (Toky), my sibling (Sigma) and I went to see the Five Nights at Freddy's movie at the cinemas. For The Bit, we decided to try out our local cinema's 'Gold Class', because Toky thought it would be really funny to go really high class and fancy to go see the FNAF movie (and it would avoid having kids in the theatre). My sibling, who has a membership with the cinema, facilitated us buying tickets so we got them for a whole like 5 dollars cheaper each. Not too shabby.

But as we left the tiny, luxurious cinema, it suddenly dawned on us - in Sigma's words, "the vibes were off".

And they were well and truly off.

We arrived at the cinema through the generosity of our father, in his little white box of a car with chipping paint, and were dropped off outside the cinema. Neither of us had eaten for a while, but that was okay - I am on a pseudo-diet, Sigma had a soylent shake not long before we left, and Toky doesn't eat nearly as much as we do. Since Sigma had our tickets ready on his phone, we just meandered near the place where we were supposed to hand in our tickets.

One of the staff approached us, and in that friendly tone all customer service staff who have to deal with asshole clients used, greeted us. We were obviously polite and friendly back, inasmuch as our collective autism-generated social awkwardness would allow it. She asked if it was our first time, and I, eagerly, said it was. So she ran us through how it worked.

We were invited to sit down in a lounge with some tacky but not unpleasant couches and some armchairs that I'm sure weren't comfortable, but they could have been, and we were given menus to peruse. She informed us that she would take our orders, and during the movie, she would bring them out to us. I had already resolved not to purchase from the menu if I could help it, such is my allergic reaction to spending money, but I was curious.

The last time I had ordered cinema food from one of the more 'luxury' types of deals was when my brother insisted that I see the movie 'Belle'. I forget how much the mediocre three chicken strips we had ordered costed, but it was far more than I would consider reasonable - the movie was excellent though.

The menu I saw gave me little hope of it being different. Certainly spending $5 (AUD) on a quality hot chocolate at a restaurant is one thing, but I was certainly not going to do so here, tempted as I was. $9 for a milkshake. It was $21 for a halloween-themed Baileys cocktail, which, sure, booze is expensive, but when you're already paying double the standard ticket price, seems outrageous. I think I even saw a menu option that was about $25, which I have no doubt would have been smaller than ordering something from a nearby restaurant.

I briefly, oh so briefly, considered getting a milkshake or a white hot chocolate (the chocolate being white, not the temperature). But my resolution was firm, and thankfully neither Toky nor Sigma wanted anything else - Sigma, maybe, but due to financial circumstances I have to cover Toky's expenses (which is fine because Toky only asks for the occasional snack or dinner and doesn't play Warhammer).

The woman came back with a menu, and asked if we were going to order anything. We, awkwardly, told her that we weren't, with Toky commenting 'we're too poor to be rich'. She nodded in a way which told us that she knew the feeling too well. I felt sorry for her, having to deal with the types of people who could spend so much on a movie ticket and all this overpriced mid food.

When we were escorted - escorted! - to the cinema and to where we wanted to sit, she informed us that there were buttons on our seats that we could use to summon someone to take care of our whims. I had seen a dashboard outside the cinema where there appeared to be little lights between seats - now I knew their purpose.

We sat ourselves down, Sigma, myself and Toky, in that order. The seats had little switches that we could use to make them recline, so I did the first thing I'm sure everyone does and find out how far back it would go. As it turns out, it went so far back that had I decided the movie was so bad it wasn't worth watching, I could easily sleep through it.

Sigma had earlier checked to see if we had the cinema to ourselves - we did not, a group of four had gathered in the back corner. No problem, we thought, likely someone else had decided to commit to A Bit when seeing the FNAF movie.

Nope. It was a family of four. A mother, a father, and two kids. I never got much of a look of them - looking at people fills me with a paralysing fear of being looked back at - but they certainly didn't seem of a lower economic status than us. Toky was disappointed that the one thing we wanted to avoid - children - had managed its way in. I had wondered who in their right mind would spend $40 a head for anything other than The Bit.

The advertisements we saw showed more than ever what kinds of people would do that. People that I would consider 'rich' by my standards.

The first advertisement was extoling the grand benefits of Gold Class and all the benefits it would bestow. We got an advertisement for some kind of expensive alcohol, or perhaps another Gold Class thing talking about the signature cocktails. There was another advertisement for a... car owner membership club? I forget which manufacturer it was, I want to say Lexus, but one of the cars they showed, proudly, was one of the ugliest luxury cars on God's Green Flat Earth. I think there was another alcohol advertisement - we also got to see ads for the new Wonka movie which I have zero interest in seeing, and a brief snippet for a movie I was 100% certain I had seen as a fake trailer in a Quentin Tarantino grindhouse special (Thanksgiving, if you're curious).

Eventually, the movie began, and the vibes returned to normal, as Toky and I would nudge each other and point out the references, and I would occasionally repeat comments Toky told me to Sigma. This is not a review of the movie, but if I did have to briefly summarise it: 7/10, I had fun, set designs and costuming was amazing though.

During the movie, I noticed that the family had occasionally summoned the workers to cater to their whims, which was fine? That's part of the service I guess, and I was too busy enjoying the movie and needing to pee to worry so much about that.

The movie ended and I felt satisfied with what I had seen - I was expecting absolute dogshit bad but I was happy with what I got. We gathered our things and limped our way out and to the toilets. Something, however, caught my eye first - the leftovers from the other family.

They must have taken, like, a bite or two out of everything, because there was so much stuff left behind. Most of a basket of wedges, some uneaten pieces of chicken, popcorn littering one of the seats, and I'm pretty sure I saw a half-melted, half-broken choc-coated ice cream.

The sheer waste of it all shook me. If I had spent what looked like roughly $100 on food alone, I would have made sure not a single crumb of it left. But no, it was just... there. Part of me wished to scoop it into a bag and take it with me, but I didn't want to risk infection, especially in this post-covid world. So, begrudgingly, and with great sympathies for the crew who would have to clean it up, I left it be. At least we had no waste of our own.

We left the cinema with little fanfare and made our way to a nearby burger joint that Toky and I had sampled during our Barbenheimer excursion. We knew the food was good, but we hadn't tried the frozen yoghurt part of it, so we had resolved to do that to.

As we munched down on our burgers - Sigma and I with our plain as hell meals and Toky with his spicy one - we discussed our experience. The movie, we had agreed much before, was fine, nothing special but better than we were anticipating, and the art direction was incredible in it. But more importantly, we discussed the Gold Class affair.

Toky summarised it in the most beautifully succinct way - he felt like he had snuck in, jumped the fence so to speak. We all agreed that we had felt out of place, and we mused on the parts that hit us the worst. This is/was also during a time of great financial awkwardness, between me not getting my Centrelink payments due to not having enough hours at work because my boss literally can't give me the hours because ???, and discussions of maybe, potentially, being able to buy a cheap flat somewhere nearby if our father does some shenanigans with his money.

We were feeling really poor as of late, and this Gold Class experience had shown us the kinds of things people with a great deal of disposable income can do. Like, for instance, pay double a standard ticket price to get basically the same experience, with a slightly comfier seat, and the capacity to spend more money on buying food and also to bother minimum-wage staff to bring you more food in the middle of a movie.

It was eye-opening for us all, I think, seeing how people we could only aspire to have the income of lived. And we decided, collectively, to never do it again, because there was no way we could live like rich people do.

It was poetic, really. We started the experience off sampling the life of the well-to-do - blasted with advertisements of things only the wealthy would even consider - only to take a bus home because as we currently are, none of us can afford a car, and only one of us has had the time to get a learner's permit.

Maybe one day, I'll be able to afford being able to go to Gold Class for every single cinema experience, but I know for a fact that if I had that money to burn, I'd just go see twice as many movies. Because even if I have the money to be rich, I don't think I could stand to see myself waste $100 worth of perfectly edible food yes I'm still mad about that holy shit!

Anyway, that's my long ramble done. Hope you enjoyed the read!

#badgerthethirteenth #badger talk #badger posts #badger writings #badger can have a little pseudo-gonzo journalism as a treat #honestly though it was a fascinating experience and i'm glad i did it #because now i know that it sure as hell isn't for me #this was actually a lot of fun to write though #which is why i also put it under my writing tag

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 1 year

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Chapter 3

Curious Development

(Italics are a persons thoughts)

F/TV/S- favorite TV show

F/D- favorite drink

Author POV

Y/N has just encountered her green mysterious boy, man...person...well she'll find out more about who the purple hooded enigma is soon enough but let's get back to the trio.

Y/N POV

Othello Van Ryan well that's an interesting name

"Othello here is a good friend of mine and good with technology. So he comes in handy now and then" April says while smiling

"Uh scoff, is that all I'm good for helping you with computer troubles?" He says faking being hurt

Did he just say the word scoff?

"You know you're my best bud too" she adds while spinning around in her rolling computer chair

I look between the two and giggle quietly. Othello doesn't really make eye contact with me which I don't mind. He asks questions about our first day, once I tell him about my encounter with Mr. Miller he turns to me and our eyes meet.

"Some professor he is, it shouldn't matter how you got the answer so long as you can solve it. What it sounds like to me is that he's jealous of your superior intellect" he says while crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

I smile at that and shrug my shoulders.

"Well hopefully tomorrow he won't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or I'll have a thing or two to say to the man" April adds

We finish our computer lab assignment just in time for the last bell to ring. April and I pack our bags while April's friend follows us out of the school.

Once outside I clink my sneaker heels together and the blades pop out from under my shoes, I slowly skate around the pair and smile. Othello looks at me in awe and I couldn't help but blush.

"No way, you created retractable rollerblade sneakers?" He says while Fangirling.

"Y-Yea, it's a lot easier to get around like this. It's nothing special" I say shyly

"Scoff, well it's nice to be acquainted with a fellow inventor" he smirks playfully

"Alright, you nerds. Let's go get something to eat" April shouts as she runs ahead of us.

We chuckle and rush after her, after going down a couple of blocks away from the school we arrive at a hole-in-the-wall pizzeria. The smell of freshly cooked pizza hits my nostrils and drool almost slips out my pink lips. Othello opens the door for us, I clink my heels again the blades retract and we grab a table while April orders for us. I insist on giving her money to pay for half of the pizza but she tells me I'll buy it next time.

"So you're a tech guy huh? I bet everyone comes to you when their microwaves or computers break down"

"Heh yea you can say that, I'm also a bit of a mad scientist when it comes to that....evil laugh," he said while chuckling shyly

This boy just said evil laugh instead of laughing evil like def a mad scientist

"Oh really pray tell what kind of experiments and gadgets have you created?"

His eyes immediately light up and he pulls out his phone to show me pictures of his inventions aka his babies, especially his baby boy S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He was quite proud of this particular one and I was more than happy to listen to his info dump. April came back to the table with our pizza and she smiles at the two of us knowingly. But I don't catch her look as we each grab a slice of Pepperoni. We chat and eat. I learn about both my new friend's lives such as April's life with her mom, Othello has 3 brothers and a dad. But it feels like they are hiding something from me but I shrug off the feeling. I texted my papa's to let them know what I'm doing and they told me they'll be out late. Once we finished our pizza, we walked outside the warm August air washed over my body, and I sigh and stretch my arms.

"We need to hang out again, hopefully soon," I say happily

"Ditto" April says

"Uh huh yea," Othello said while typing away on his phone

April and I roll our eyes playfully, April gives me her number and nudges Othello to do the same. Saying our goodbyes and heading off in separate directions to our home. I decide to walk instead of rollerblading home to check out the sites I missed. I get to the hideout, make sure no one is watching input the code and quickly slip inside. Pushing my bedroom door open, tossed the heavy backpack onto my bed, and kicked off my sneakers. I decide to take a shower and start on my homework.

Jaw twitching and teeth grinding as I stare at my math homework still getting a bit worked up about today. Quickly finishing said homework, I toss it into my backpack. Flopping onto my comfy bed, I grab my fluffy blanket and turn on the TV to (F/TV/S). I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up a news broadcast was playing some conspiracy theorist was going on about how aliens live among us and a picture came up to show "proof". The picture was blurry all I could make out was green bodies and each one had a colored cloth over what I'd assume to be their faces. One was red, another was blue, the third was orange and lastly was purple and it looked to be hovering from how high off the ground it was. Something about the purple one made me smile subconsciously. Turning off the TV I can't help but think of my new purple-wearing friend and doze off back to sleep.

The next few days of school went by pretty slowly but thanks to April she made it better. At lunch on Friday we sat in the outside courtyard under a tree, munching on my sandwich and (F/D). Some cheerleaders walk by and very loudly start gossiping but once they see us one of the girls started talking about my eyes. The comments shouldn't have had the effect they did on me but they did, I look down at my hands, moving my hair to cover my eyes and I sigh. April tells me to ignore those "bimbo Barbie dolls", I smile faintly at her comment but ever since that day, I became very self-conscious of them. At the end of the day, I'm walking down a hallway and I see a board filled with club posters, a poster advertising a Swim Team caught my eye. I did enjoy swimming (for obvious reasons 🙃) I take a picture of the poster to add the try-out day and time to my phone. April had to go run an errand for her mom so I was by my lonesome. But when I got outside the building a familiar person was waiting outside, he had yet to see me so I quietly snuck up behind him and shouted "BOO!" Oh, the sound he made and the expression on his face was priceless I couldn't help but laugh and almost fall over.

Donnie POV

I'm on my phone texting April letting her know I'm here at the school to walk Y/N home. All of a sudden a sweet but loud voice is shouted behind me and I jump. Turning around I see who the culprit is, I couldn't help but smile and blush slightly as I see Y/N laugh and double over from how hard she's laughing. I instinctively flick her forehead and chuckle as she clutches her head and glares at me.

Y/N POV

"Ow that hurt, you're gonna pay for that!"

"Catch me if he can," he says with a hint of mischief as he takes off running

I quickly run after him and we laugh as I chase him. He's pretty fast but I'm just as fast, I take the opportunity to tag him when he looks behind him to see how close I am. But when he turns around our noses almost touch, and a blush creeps up from my neck to my cheeks I tag him and take off running again.

Why does this girl make me feel this way? Feelings are...gross

After our game of tag which took longer than I thought the sun was starting to set. The beautiful orange, purple, and pinks color the sky. I sit under a tree with Othello and try to catch my breath. I have my eyes closed while a soft breeze blows my hair, unbeknownst to me he's watching me from the corner of his eye.

The way the sunset shines on her face....it's...well...

I hear him clear his throat, opening my eyes slowly I smile at him, standing up I brush off my black skirt and outstretched my hand to help him up.

"I'llwalkyouhome" he says quickly

"Oh there's no need"

"I insist, it's not safe out here this late"

I quickly think of what to do. I can't let him see the hideout but thankfully there is a safe house of sorts not far away from it. So I decide to walk there, once we arrive I grab my keys out of my bag, thanking him for walking me home.

"Well it wouldn't fit my bad boy image if I let a pretty girl walk home alone"

I roll my eyes and flick his forehead.

"Yea save your flirting for someone it works on"

He stutters and tries to think of what to say as a rebuttal

"Goodnight Othello"

"Goodnight Y/N"

I walk inside the apartment and decide a little evening stroll will be nice. I shower, braided my hair put on some black leggings with a black T-shirt, and place my phone in my small backpack. I climb out my bedroom window, and climb up the fire escape, once I'm on the roof there is a gentle breeze, and take in a big breath of fresh air. Doing my stretches and some meditation I start to think of my purple hoodied friend, blushing slightly I slap my cheeks gently to snap out of it.

I start to hop from rooftop to rooftop until I come across a party of sorts. I decide to take a break, watching a man with tons of bodyguards being handed a briefcase full of gold. Not far off in the distance a grappling hook is shoot from a nearby roof towards a construction site 4 figures slide across thinking they were about to crash the party I look on but they slide past the partygoers. Once they are hovering close to the pool on a different rooftop they let go and I'm able to see what the figures looked like.

The blue one falls and says "Cow!"

The orange one follows with "wa!"

Next, the purple one who is falling like he's unbothered says "Bung!"

Then the last one was red and yelled "Ga!"

Then the all shouted "Cannonball!"

They all crash into the pool and splash an onlooker that seems to be filming the whole thing. All the water is emptied from the pool after their landing and they start all start to happy dance. I chuckle a bit, grab onto the cable and I slide across it as well. Jumping down from the cable l, landing on the entrance to the rooftop. I take a peek and I can see that those people...big question mark have green-colored skin and shells on their backs.

"No way are those....turtles? Wait they look very familiar to the ones I saw on the news that one day. Also, that purple one sounds very familiar" I say quietly to myself

The onlooker high-fives the group and they discuss what they plan on doing next. I look at the person and I couldn't believe my eyes. The person turns around after putting the wet floor and dry pool signs.

"April?!" I say out loud instead of in my head.

April turns around and she points at me, "Y/N?"

We both stare at each other with our mouths open and I hesitantly jump down to her and give a quick wave.

"Nice night for a dive huh?" I say shyly

Authors Notes!!

Oh yea, time for some action!! What will happen in the next chapter? Sorry to leave yall with a cliffhanger of sorts 😋

#rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction

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andyourhostkristenwiig · 1 year

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To be really honest, I don’t understand where I stand with my family at this point.

Things got weird around christmas, even for my family...my mom had agreed to my sister’s weird plan of only celebrating christmas in a small group consisting of my sister, brother in law, their kids and both sets of grandparents, leaving all 3 of us sisters out of the christmas celebrations - and I was still supposed to be their driver. Luckily that didn’t happen because my brother in law ended up with covid, but she agreed to it nevertheless.

Then my parents were starting disrespecting my time off...my dad requested me to drive him grocery shopping daily despite our agreement that I would not be going to any stores between the holidays because I don’t feel comfortable with how packed they are those days and I had deserved my time off. They know I can’t say no, and they made use of that. They never ask either, they always expect and then put me on the spot. I was so angry that day because I had said no the day before but when I arrived he was fully clothed, his grocery bag and everything ready by the door and the words “I’m ready, we can leave.”. I told them that day I wouldn’t be doing anything anymore unless they asked me properly.

Then new year’s eve was already the next issue. My parents were weird about whether or not I was invited to spend it with them until like a day or two before. They ended up inviting me for 7pm for dinner but I wasn’t welcome to sleep over just like the year before. I wanted to resolve the issues we had the days before and asked if they needed me to come by earlier or if I was really invited for 7pm dinner. Now I’ve been making some part of our NYE dinner since I was like 13. But nope, they said I didn’t have to come earlier. And I was actually excited about that, thought we’re meeting in the middle to resolve this. So I got there at 7pm, dressed nicely and more than ready to eat. And what was I greeted with? My dad still on the bed watching tv in sweats, my mom only just starting on dinner, not even the table was set or cleaned off. So yeah, I was a bit pissed then because I had skipped lunch in order to get everything done at home and still make it in time. And I was told I’d come over for 7pm dinner, no help needed...and since I was the one that made that dinner for the past 15 years, I knew that it would be well over another hour until I could finally eat. I said hello everywhere and then went to sit in the living room where we would be eating. Not once did someone come in to check on me or to ask for help...but you could hear my mom mumbling about how I wasn’t helping her. I stayed stubborn though and waited for her to ASK for help. She didn’t. She was in a bad mood, I was in a bad mood. NYE wasn’t really fun, I went home after the fireworks. Just a reminder: Three people live in that apartment, I was the only guest. But I was the only one being bugged for not helping.

I figured maybe new year, new luck? There’s a programme I traditionally watch with my mom and sister every January 1st at my place. This time my mom didn’t want to come, claiming she had to work early the next day although that never stopped her, and the programme would have ended at 9.45pm, so even if she had to work at 7am, she wouldn’t have gone to bed until like midnight because she never does.

So I was really trying to play nice and somehow deal with this issue. But my family doesn’t argue, we don’t argue, we don’t talk about our feelings and we do not ever apologize. I agreed to go grocery shopping with my dad on that friday despite it being sprung on me again because he offered to buy me lunch as a repay. He bought me lunch, unpacked his groceries and left to watch tv, and I sat all alone in their kitchen for 45 minutes. No one came to sit with me, no one came to talk to me, nothing. My mom never even came out of her room to greet me even though I always share my chinese food with her because the serving sizes are way too big for me. So after 45 minutes I had already made up my mind that I was more than hurt because apparently I was only good for doing stuff for them. They had made me feel unwelcome and unwanted for ages at this point and I had already gathered my stuff. Then the bell rang, signalling that my sister was there to bring her kids. And within less than a minute not only did my dad gleefully open the door to her, but my mom immediately came into the kitchen to greet my sister and talk to her. And I just sort of said bye and left in tears because that felit like a punch in the face.

They didn’t bother, they kept expecting me to go shopping for them on wednesdays and fridays, they kept asking and expecting me for dinner on the weekends but then either didn’t wait for me if dinner was done earlier or they were mad when I didn’t offer ideas of what to eat. They expected I say yes to whatever they sprung on me, no matter how short-notice. Wednesday evening, I usually cook for my mom and sister and we’d watch Gilmore girls or a movie. But even there my mom seemed like she’d rather be somewhere else and it was so tense.

I did what I felt like I had to do, they kept disrespecting my time, they kept making me feel unwelcome (and unwanted), they kept being controlling of me, they kept making me feel like I was only welcome if I did something for them. So I stopped coming over regularly. I said I wouldn’t go grocery shopping on Fridays anymore without a few days notice so I can work it into my schedule. I made plans for the weekends a bunch of times so I wasn’t trapped at dinner with them...I figured they will end up missing me and realise how much of a help I am for them.

One week my mom suddenly brought me lunch for work that my dad had prepared for me and informed me they’d be making my favourite soup on Friday and that I could come over. And I genuinely thought my plan had worked and they realised that they’ve been awful to me lately. It was nice, they waited for me with dinner, we actually talked over dinner, we joked and everything was good. My dad left the table to go watch tv and I went to say goodbye, he shot me a dirty look and wouldn’t say goodbye?? I didn’t do anything, I wasn’t rude, I wasn’t reserved. I knew he was hinting at wanting to go grocery shopping but he didn’t ask me and I didn’t need to go to the store, so I didn’t offer. Why would I if he didn’t straight up tell me he wanted to?

This entire loop started again...and I kept having trouble sleeping whenever this got really bad, to a point where I slept maybe 10 hours within 3 days. I either didn’t fall asleep until the early morning or I woke up after only a couple hours of restless sleep.

So I withdrew myself further from them...didn’t try to start a conversation via text every other day, didn’t come over to pick up a package that arrived at their place until I was going to their place for the weekly shopping trip anyway. I wanted THEM to reach out to me, not me having to keep up all the contact. But nope, no calls, no more messages from my mom, no invitation for dinner. Only contact if I initiated it and sometimes it took my mom days to answer a simple message despite constantly being on her phone.

Last week was hard on me. I was lacking sleep, I had a horrible toothache, my ordered furniture arrived 3 days late and my tooth eventually had to be pulled. I was on pain meds and told to rest. But because it was my dad’s birthday the next day, I knew how important grocery shopping that day was. So I said I’ll do it anyway but earlier and quicker. First my sister didn’t get ready in time. Then my mom took so long in the store that I became dizzy from the local anastesia wearing off and just switching to pain - I hadn’t eaten anything more than overcooked noodles in 2 days because my tooth hurt so badly. I still cooked dinner that evening for us because it was wednesday and that’s what we do on wednesdays, I didn’t want to un-invite them. my mom came late and told me she’d be leaving right after dinner because that’s when my sister would arrive in town. I was left to do the dishes, the trash, somehow get my new furniture up on my own while in pain and on pain medication.

On my dad’s birthday I had my long day at work - meaning work from 7am to 6pm. My sister’s car broke so I offered to pick up my grandma after work and bring her with me. Picked her up, stayed mostly at the side for dinner because I was still in pain and eating was weird, nearly fell asleep, brought my grandma home and then toasted to my dad’s birthday with the others. When I read a text message I must have made a mumbled comment to myself out loud because my aunt asked “Talking to yourself already?” and I joked “Yeah, at least I listen” and my mom said, in the worst and most spiteful tone I have ever heard from her “We’ll pity you when we have time.” And that was somehow really the final straw for me. I was so hurt, she’d have to have her eyes closed in order not to see me fight with tears. I left like 20 minutes later, again in tears. I genuinely couldn’t believe she’d say that to me in front of everyone when I was having such a shitty week and still ran for them despite being in pain and OFFERING to drive my grandma back and forth despite nearly falling asleep at the table. They could’ve just gotten her a taxi.

Ever since then I only go there to pick up my car and leave right after grocery shopping. I feel so incredibly lonely. I always thought that sure, all my friends had left this town but I still had my family. But now I realise that I don’t actually have my family, I’m only good when I do stuff for them, they don’t care outside of that. I’ve slept horribly for days, I’m dreading the weekends these days because that just means I’ll be entirely alone from Friday noon until Monday at 6am when I greet the cleaning lady at work, and that leaves my head too much time to think and I’ll end up crying and sleeping bad again because I feel so lonely. But I just can’t do it anymore with them. I’m not their personal driver, I’m not their personal shopper, I’m not their chef or their waiter, and I sure as hell am not a punching bag for their moods.

My little experiment of only doing things if I’m asked for help? Well I started walking away from my car with only my groceries when I’d usually picked up what my mom couldn’t carry, wanting to see when my mom will ask for my help and finally talk to me properly. The answer? She won’t. She’d rather complain and mumble that I’m not helping than ask for help.

Honestly, if any of you has read this until the end, I apologize dearly. I just had to write this entire thing down once to wrap my mind around it and maybe, possibly, see where exactly I went wrong in order for this to go so horribly wrong. Talking to my parents is no use. I tried asking my dad why he wouldn’t say goodbye to me and he didn’t even budge. If a simple question is too much, I won’t even have to try getting into the bigger things. I tried getting my mom to talk to him and ask why he was acting weird all of a sudden...and she just shrugged.

I’m just at a loss here, I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of this family never addressing issues. I’m tired of living my life around their schedule.

#you don't have to bother reading this #I just needed to write it down for myself once #I'll delete it the second I wake up in the mornning...or probably night #sorry I just had to get this out of my system for a second #good night and I promise I'll delete it in the morning

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filypadreams · 2 years

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Ruggie's BirthdayBash!

Shiki's gift?

After an interview that went from melancholic to comedic to nostalgic (in that order) and learning of Ruggie's birthday philosophy that goes something like:

" Celebrate others birthday in hopes of getting lots of even better stuff on yours!"

Honestly, Shiki couldn't judge. If possible she would do the same but getting gifts to every student and pleasing them at the same time…

" Sounds more expensive than intellectually and emotionally draining, I could never give something without thought. Not to mention I suck at handmaid stuff."

" But you have to admit it's a nice scheme~ Grim-sama shall make the most of everyone's festivities for when my time comes! And you are joining Shiki, I want the double of tuna cans on my Bash!"

"But I just said I'm bad with these stuff…"

They discuss as the others dig in some doughnuts, mostly Ruggie though. How jelly~.

Anyways after that and hearing about last year's baseball cake throw from Jade that surprisingly didn't put Ruggie into a coma or with any cranial traumatism (which I'm sure the average human would get), I, Shiki Butterfly, was at a loss.

" I should have done a more thorough research but I wasn't expecting to get excited over another Bash right after Vil's. Which maybe I wasn't as festive as I should have been…"

Is it because Ruggie is a simple sophomore instead of a freshman? He is younger than Vil and so like a little brother? I never had any siblings, wondering how that works.

"Oi, Shiki! Can we eat something now?"

"Ah, sure. I…I guess I'll save my gift for the after party or something."

" Hmm…Don't tell anyone else I said this but…they are cool. And probably practical enough so stop fretting and let's dig in!"

I chuckle at Grim's insistence and gluttony. Hopefully there are still doughnuts left and not just cronuts. Although if those have European influences they might feel nice~.

" Yo! Anything left for the interviewer this year?"

" There's enough for a whole neighborhood, he hehe! But you two better start taking eating what you can get your hands on, don't wanna the vultures to steal everything~"

" And who would these vultures be? The creepy twins?"

Jade and Floyd eerily smile as if ignoring that comment.

We better lock our doors tonight.

I take a handful and shove one in Grim's mouth.

" If I end up as shark bait under the sea, I'm letting them swallow you first."

"Glaghhhmph!!"

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It's early evening. A few more gifts were open, the last bits of food saved for later and the venue is thinning out. Savanaclaw is not as inviting as Pomefiore, who would have guessed.

" So, what are waiting for? Thanks for coming and all, but I'm kicking you out once my nap time arrives."

" L-Leona-senpai! You surprised me, oh my…"

I put a hand on my chest, Leona always managed to put me on edge, even if he could be cute when he gets flustered.

" Ah, well… I guess I'm on…whatchamacallit? Crossroads! Ya. That."

" Well, you better chose one. Tomorrow comes soon and by then it would be awkward to offer any gift. Although not unheard of…"

Leona adds with a knowing smug, characteristic of him. I'm aware he is aware which makes me feel like speaking on the same level would be more efficient and welcomed.

"Wouldn't want to beat around the bush, would we?"

" Did you say something?"

" Nothing too important. I just… feel this might be worthless in comparison. I hate dissappointing."

" So you never think for yourself? I might not be the best person to talk to about meeting expectations but you won't find a better dissapointment. Do not quote me on that. Dissapointing would be never giving that and have wasted money on something you found to be precious one way or another. Wasting resources cuz you are being selfish is actually pretty sad to be honest. You are basically giving yourself to the jaws of a beast."

" … when you put it like that-"

Leona yawns and stretches.

" This conversation just started and I'm already bored to death. I'm taking my nap half an hour earlier after all. So skedaddle with whatever you have to do."

And with that he turns his back waving me off as he walks away.

" I wonder if someday we'll be able to have a normal casual conversation."

I ponder in a meek voice.

" Oii~ Shiki-kun you almost forgot your pet!"

" P-pet?! My name is Master Grim and that's my henchman-"

" Ya ya, been there heard that. Yosh! "

He ends by throwing Grim with a Spelldriver expertise into my outstretched arms. To which I clumsily manage to use to catch the demon cat thing.

" Hey! What's with throwing me around…"

Grim almost seems teary eyes. He is probably too tired to argue back.

" Go to sleep Grim, I'll call you to dinner when we go back to Ramshackle. Thanks Ruggie. Ah… omedeto! It's…never too much I guess."

" Apreciated. Ya know, you should probably hang out more with your Heartslabyul friends, they seem social enough. I mean, because you are socially awkward, you are aware right? "

Ruggie slowly starts doubting his own words but still delivers them with a nonchalance unique to him.

" I would but, between us? I'm afraid I would lose brain matter the longer I am around them!"

We both laugh.

" Uhm, before you go! Or before the celebrations end… here. It's my gift. It's small but I found it to be perfect at the time. I feel like you could use them."

I nervously extend a hand after fishing for the long yet slim box on my backpack. With a cute purple ribbon but otherwise a yellow animal themed wrapper. The childish looking ones.

Ruggie looks at me slightly surprised by my abruptness and then looks at the box, carefully taking it out of my hand. He starts shaking it close to one of his giant ears, but not too close just in case.

" Thanks! I did notice I couldn't find one of yours in the pile but I thought it could have been my mistake or…you simply didn't plan much since you were responsible for the interview. Hmm… this sure feels light and there's a few thund sounds but they are so soft. I wonder what's inside! "

He continues playing the guessing game, inspecting the box from side to side, smelling it which looked less weird than I thought it might.

" I'm afraid you'll never guess until you actually open it. Just do it quick though I dont like the sound or look of destroyed paperwrap, haha…"

I laugh nervously scratching left arm.

" Then I guess I'll try to be careful. Usually the kids back home don't even take one single breath before ripping stuff with how impatient they are."

" Or excited?"

" Exactly! Cute cheetahs by the way."

He adds, using his claw to carefully cut the wrapper, full of cartoonist cheetahs.

" Yah, I couldn't find hyenas. Plus cheetahs are my…second or maybe first favourite animal!"

" I was hoping I could find an hyena type person for once…"

" When it comes to mammals of the savana? I gained a certain admiration for hyenas, not gonna lie. Specially after watching that movie based on the other Great Seven."

" Ah, the Lion from Royal Sword Academy one? Not a bad movie although the story has a few big differences from our version. It's so weird."

" I find it incredible! T-that there are two sides of the story. I once read a book like that about the… Beautiful Queen! That's her title, I always forget these~ And then the Maleficent movie became a hit and part of the historical canon which makes you see the villain as more than just… an evil fairy who threw a tantrum because no one wanted to invite her, as rude as that is."

" The Thorn Fairy? You sure are bold talking about such a figure so nonchalantly. You should share more about your…world or whatever someday. Ah! Got it. Do you want the wrapper? "

He offers the neat paper and my heart jumps of happiness. He took such good care of it! I'm honestly glad and surprised by how neat it looks.

" Sure. Thanks. Open it!"

" Alright, alright, what's the hurry- "

" Oi, is that herbivore still here?! "

Comes to booming, tired voice of Leona which prompts Ruggie to open the box as he nods at me in sudden understanding.

" Oh. These are…badges? "

He inquires picking two of the patches curiously. A glaced doughnuts one and one of a yellow heart that says 'Back off'.

" Velvet patches actually! Ahm…I never worked with then closely but I used to see then a lot back in middle school. They won't probably be useful when mending something like clothes but they will hide the mending on jackets, maybe some shirts and if course backpacks~! And in a cool way cuz they'll know the stuff is mended and you hust have an awesome patch covering it! Like you know…rebels and maverick like people, those who fight the system or don't care about what ithers think and that just makes them cooler… I'm rambling!"

" …I dunno what maverick means but these are neat! Thank you."

" Y-you actually like them?!"

" Of course, any gift is a good gift as long as it isn't spoiled food. It's not valuables but it's something I will certainly use. What do you think those on my varsity jacket are?! They are the originals but it took some work putting them back in place~ "

He smirks and then sighs wistfully at the memory.

I just smile, feeling more relaxed after giving his gift.

" I'll have to check them better tomorrow. Which should I use first…? "

" Sure. I better go anyways…if Grim managed to fall asleep, I'm sure Leona already is and won't be happy if we are still here. Have a great rest of the day Ruggie-senpai!"

" Of course! Thanks for coming! Smell ya next year Shiki-kun~ "

" Ha.Ha. Beastmen joke… well jokes on you, I'll smell ya tomorrow during lunch break! And you won't get my food this time!"

" That's what you wish~ She he he! "

And with that I finally depart, heading to Ramshackle.

Meanwhile as Ruggie busies himself with keeping his new stuff safe…

" That herbivore is finally gone? Ahhh…I thought they would take forever to give you that. What's the big deal… "

Leona grumbles, still half awake leaning in the wall closest to the exit of Ruggie's den.

" I knew you would still be awake Leona-senpai~ Don't be too harsh now. Kantokusei has a hard time connecting with people. They are insightful though… they also don't have the best cunning of minds but you'll learn they have a certain sly attribute to them. That's how she is able to socialize in the end."

" Are any of those pronouns correct? "

" Here I am trying to 'sing praises' about the subject of our conversation and you ask that. Sure, she is fine with 'they'. People tend to forget since this is a boy's college so she doesn't bother."

" I simply got an headache from all the changes. Hmph. I knew she had something good to give you. She worries too much. Good night Ruggie, try not making too much noise."

So Leona decides to lay right there. In Ruggie's carpet.

" Wah-?! B-but we still didn't have dinner yet!"

" Too loud…"

Leona growls before rolling on his side.

Ruggie sighs.

" Course. Sleep well, Leona-senpai."

#twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #ruggie x oc #birthday bash #minor spoilers #fluff #shikibutterfly

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Title: A flower we saw that day

14. Date

Today is the day where y/n and Wonwoo are going to have lunch together and for the first time, y/n did not know how to act someone she likes as she is still discovering herself and right now, she did not know what to wear on a date and how to not overdress during their first date. She doesn't have any girl friends because of her traumatic experience that happened to her when she was in highschool. Y/n did not want her brother to know about this because she can't bear to see how and what he'll do if he knows that her sister is into Wonwoo.

Maybe having a crush on someone is a little too naive, but all y/n could think of is she wants to be happy at least for once. She never felt like this before even though they will become friends, perhaps it may lead to something more than that.

Y/n watched the clock and it was already ten o'clock in the morning. She feels the pressure because she needs to do a make over and make a first impression. But, she thinks to herself that 'if I do this, he'll think we're on a date even though this is just a treat for helping his mother or whatever reason is. Then, why am I overreacting on what he said? I should keep it cool and should not expose that I am having a crush on him.'

Instead, you took out your casual clothes into your wardrobe like your everyday outfit and as if you're not trying to impress this handsome man who won't be named as Jeon Wonwoo- and you're ready to go out with your simple casual outfit which is white shirt and jeans.

You've just arrived on time but it seems like Wonwoo is too early at the cafe and ordered a coffee already. As you walked through the door, he waived at you as if he was trying to say that he was here and waiting for you already.

"Did I get off too late? For how long you were waiting?" You said with a concern to your face, because in your principle, it is inconsiderate to wait for someone for too long due to lack of being considerate to other people. They are giving you their time just to see you.

He smiled and said "No. Actually, I am too early for our meet up." And he added

"And it is inconsiderate of me if I am the one who is late because I was the one who initiates to invite you and also this is my treat for you."

"Oh, actually I also did the same when I invited someone, I am the one who is early. Being polite to other people is a must." You said as if the conversation started with you two already.

It's a miracle as you went to see Wonwwo, you were so calm and you're not melting any time soon cause he doesn't give you butterflies in your stomach, unlike yesterday where you're about to explode thinking of him.

"So, what do you want to order? Like I said, it's my treat. Just pick whenever you want." He said proudly. You browsed the menu and you were craving for spaghetti and ice cream as a dessert.

"I will take spaghetti and ice cream, please." You said to him and he said to the waiter "make it two, please. Thank you."

"Coming right up!" The waiter said.

You look at your surroundings, you said to yourself 'why there no people here and why are we the only ones here? Every lunch, there are at least five or seven people eating their lunch here, how come they are none?'

Wonwoo glanced at you and seemed curious about what you were thinking about and said "A penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh. I was just wondering why there is no one coming in here at the cafe. I mean, every lunch it's at least five or seven people are here to eat."

"Hmm, who knows. Maybe it's for you to find out." Wonwoo said as if he knows something that you don't know.

"Here's your spaghetti and ice cream. Enjoy." The waiter said with a smile and went back to the counter.

You dig in immediately as they served you your food. You are savouring the flavor and the taste of spaghetti cause the last time you ate spaghetti was last year, on your birthday. No wonder you were craving one.

"Did you like it that much?" Wonwoo asked and you immediately nod with satisfaction.

Little did you know that Wonwoo found you cute with your gestures and how you may look childish while eating spaghetti.

"You know, last year was the last time I ate this food, that is why I am craving for one." You said while the food is in your mouth.

"When was the last time?"

"My birthday. Every year I only ate once. This is the first time that is not my birthday and yet I am eating this on an ordinary day." You said while reminiscing about the memory.

Wonwoo just looks at you with a concerned and sympathetic look. "But don't worry, it feels like a tradition to me, that is why spaghetti feels so special to me." You paused and stopped talking about yourself and you glanced at Wonwoo and asked "Why are you wearing your uniform? It's weekend." You said blatantly.

Wonwoo was flabbergasted because you changed the topic immediately and started laughing.

"What?" You ask curiously what he's laughing at.

"Nothing. I wear it today cause I have a project film to make later, after we finish this lunch."

"Oh, did I bother you this time? You didn't say anything that you have some errands to do." You said with a concerned voice.

"It was totally nothing, don't mind about it." He said while adding to his head 'I planned this date just for the two of us. It was just an excuse and I intentionally wore it so that it wasn't obvious.'

Y/n was not satisfied with what Wonwoo said, instead she speeds up what she is eating and says to Wonwoo.

"C'mon. Let's film."

"Uh what?" Wonwoo was dumbfounded by your unexpected action and would not calculate this coming.

"You said that you were filming a project, right? Let's go and do that." You stand up and walk out in the cafe. You're waiting for Wonwoo to pay for the meals and ready to go.

Wonwoo finished paying for the meals and walked towards you.

"So, where are you going to film and what is it about?" You said curiously.

Wonwoo is quick witted when it comes to unexpected action and he immediately said "I am going to film in a park and I have a favor to ask."

"What is it?"

"Is it okay if you're the actor of my project? It's only a three minute film and it won't be long."

"What kind of film do you want to create though?"

"Good question. Since i am going to direct it. It will be better if we're going to park. I am planning something."

"Hmmm, okay?"

"Don't just okay me and follow me." He said while laughing at you cause you seem confused about what he is doing.

"So, did you treat me because you want me to be your object to your film?"

"Something like that."

Little did she know it wasn't like that, Wonwoo planned it just now and surprisingly he did it smoothly.

"We're here. What you're going to do is to sit in that swing and act as if you're lonely waiting for someone." He said immediately as you came to the park.

"Hey, I'm a little too embarrassed about it. There are some people here." You whispered to him.

Wonwoo was so calm that his ear turned red when you whispered to him. His heart was beating so loud that he wished you couldn't hear it. But he whispers also to you and said "Don't worry about it, just act normal and don't look at the camera. Imagine you're alone and waiting for someone."

You sigh and seem to not like the idea but you have no choice and you don't want to waste Wonwoo's precious time and just like that you follow his order.

He orders you around to do what you're supposed to do and just finishes immediately.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening when you finished the "project" that Wonwoo is filming.

"I'll give it to you once I finish this clip that we did." He said while looking at the video clip and he is pretty engrossed with it.

"I am not going to see that film. I'm so embarrassed until now." You said while still being so bashful of what happened to you. You did inhale and exhale exercise cause your anxiety got the best out of you and you were literally shaking.

Wonwoo seemed so worried as you did that "Are you going to be okay? Should we stop by the convenience store and buy something to eat?"

You stopped immediately for what Wonwoo is recommending. You think it is not a good idea to expose yourself in front of people. But you made an excuse and honestly told him what you were feeling for this moment.

"This is the first time I have participated in this kind of film and exposed myself. I never wanted to do this but I am doing this because it is your favor. I just need to calm myself first." You said while still doing the inhale and exhale exercise.

You did not see the expression just Wonwoo did as you said the word 'I am doing this because it is your favor.' he also needs to calm himself too and turn back at you and his ears are getting redder.

You suggested that it's best if you two call this a day. But Wonwoo doesn't want to end this day and still wants to spend his time with you.

"I do have a great time and this is all my first time. You're the only guy who initiated to treat me except my brother." You laughed about it and added "It was great, I did have fun, see you again, I guess?" As you were about to walk out. Wonwoo grabbed your wrist and you blink so dumbfoundedly.

He glanced at you for five seconds and said "I'll take you home." And you just said "okay." But Wonwoo is still not letting you go and you two are still looking at each other.

"Uhhh, shall we go?" You said awkwardly.

"Oh, uhh, let's go." He said while letting you go and scratch his hair awkwardly.

You're already at your dorm and thank Wonwoo and he said "it's a man's job to keep a woman safe. Bye." Waiving at you goodbye. As you turn around you just smile so giggly and can't help but run towards your apartment. As you open the door you see your brother waiting inside as if he's waiting not too long ago.

"Oppa, what are you doing here?"

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #svt wonwoo #seventeen #svt #kpop scenarios

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livingwithlosingyou · 2 years

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Living with Losing You - 9/18/2022

That damn storage unit.

This morning I started off my day with a very lovely 2.75 mile run at a great pace. It’s been cooling down a little bit which has been nice. It was VERY hot the last week and a half.

After my run I quickly walked Sadie, ordered my PS, and then made my way to storage to start our very busy day.

Cassidy, her kids, and I spend about 4 hours just at storage. You and I did not do the best job with putting everything in there. it also didn’t help that the last time we moved, you had just gone into rehab and I was alone trying to finish it up. Besides grabbing a few things here and there, James and I never really went in there. Well, Cassidy and I took EVERYTHING out. I went through so many boxes and bags today. There were some items that I came across that I had been personally looking for, and others that I don’t even think I realized that you owned. You had SO much stuff, James. About 90% of the storage unit was yours. It did feel so strange to have to create a Goodwill pile, and take pictures of your larger items to start the posting / selling process. Part of me felt frustrated today that I am having to go through this. Why couldn’t we just have lived happily ever after?

I may try and get some of your nice jackets tailored and altered so I can keep them. We were honestly pretty similarly sized, so I so not think it would be too expensive to try and keep some of those for myself. I brought some button downs for your cousins and brother to have as well. It was hard to look through it all and reminisce on the times you’d wear certain shirts on dates, how we’d eat meals together at that dining room table, watch movies and play Uno on that couch, etc. I am shocked I didn’t cry, but it was likely because I felt so numb about it. I am just as devastated as I was the moment your dad called me. i don’t think that pain ever goes away. It just becomes manageable.

There were a couple items in particular that were very triggering, but I did my best to try and work through that today. All in all this put me in such a strange mood. Not to mention that a friend who I was supposed to meet up with today’s mom suddenly passed away. I feel so terrible for her. Death is so strange for me to think about now. I feel like I have been made numb to it. God’s got me. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. That is with everyone.

I did struggle with my depression today more severely than I have in a little while. Just those “super fun” intrusive thoughts, etc. It was just overwhelming, overall.

When we left the storage unit, I went to go grab myself lunch (Cassidy was grabbing her kids and her lunch separately) and wanted to grab everyone Jamba Juice as a thank you. This ended up taking significantly longer than I thought, and I got home almost an hour later from leaving the storage unit.

At storage, Cassidy and I packed some things in the car for me to bring back here. Luckily I was able to get through most of it. There are still a few bags I need to organize, and also now a mound of boxes that I want to try and drop off at storage tomorrow since I don’t want them sitting in my apartment for the next week (we have plans to go back this coming Saturday evening). Once I finally got the food and Jamba, I rushed home to find that Cassidy and her kiddos were already there and she just started unloading her car / eating.

She helped my unload the rest of the stuff in my car once she was done with hers, and even helped with a little decor. About 20 minutes after I arrived, her and the kiddos headed out. Again, I was SO impressed at how well behaved they were. Kudos to Cassidy for being an amazing mom!

After she left I finally ate my food and then started to take things out of boxes. It was emotional and overwhelming all over again. It does feel good that this is mostly done (for now). I still have some boxes that need a little more organization and sorting, but that is future Madison’s problem.

I decided that it might help to try and get out of the house, so I briefly left and watched some of Logan’s soccer game. Like I said earlier, my mood has been interesting today with all things considered. I think it would be more strange if I acted like everything was “all good”. I got too tired and decided to leave a little after the half. I ordered from the sushi place that was right next door to the sports complex. This was a great choice.

I went home, at sushi, and then worked on some music. I have still been writing a fair amount. I ended up finding an old box filled with lyrics and recorded one of the first songs I wrote on my phone as a joke (my friend said that we should share back and forth old music so I kicked it off). I ate some of my bundt cake after that, talked to Bri, relived some of the “glory days” from my awards box, showered, and now I am typing this in bed.

i definitely need to go to bed soon considering it is 11pm. my toxic trait recently has been staying up way too late and still waking up at 6am. Honestly sometimes I can’t help it. I even try to sleep in.

Anyway, I love you and miss you. You had so much left on this earth, literally and metaphorically.

Oh - it was crazy because the first time you ever came over, you brought over this wine called “19 crimes” and I definitely still have that original bottle that you brought all those years ago. Feels like yesterday and forever ago all at the same time.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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Babies and Feminism

Request: LMAO I had an idea for Bridgerton daughter, ok firstly I had the idea of when in s1 Eloise ask how kids are made and stuff, cause she thought they had to be married but then remembered yns parents weren't, and honestly its just funny, cause then yn is curious too and Anthony is like wtf do I do and the rest of the bridgertons think its so funny. Also going along with this idea it could be like maybe yn started to hang out a lot more with Eloise and has started to become a feminist queen and Anthony is like who corrupted my daughter

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N wonders where babies come from and becomes more like her Aunt Eloise.

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is sitting next to Benedict on the sofa with Colin on his other side. Hyacinth and Gregory are eating at the table while Daphne plays the piano and Violet stands by her youngest two.

"Two dances? With a duke?" Hyacinth asks.

"Oh, he was quite taken with your sister, Hyacinth." Violet says. "The entire party was for that matter. All eyes were on Daphne. At least enjoy some toast, dearest." She tells her oldest daughter, holding a plate of food out to her.

"I am not hungry, mama." Daphne tells her.

"Are you certain the entire party was not simply eyeing a tear in her dress?" Colin questions.

"Or some misstep she might've taken on the dance floor?" Benedict joins in.

"I do wonder, Daphne, might we count on the Duke at the Crawford ball?" Violet asks.

"I should think it a fair chance." Daphne says.

"What about the Ramsbury ball, Friday, too? Oh, and what about the grand picnic?" Violet asks.

"We shall see, mama." Daphne says.

"How terrible for Fran that she'll be off practicing pianoforte with Aunt Winnie all season and miss Daphne's engagement to the duke." Hyacinth says as Violet sits on the sofa across from her two sons and granddaughter.

"Did Francesca leave for Bath already?" Gregory asks as Eloise quickly walks in.

"How does a lady come to be with child?" Eloise asks and Daphne immediately stops playing the musical instrument.

"Eloise, what a question!" Violet exclaims, walking over to her second daughter.

"I thought one needed to be married." Eloise says.

"What ever are you talking about?" Daphne asks.

"Apparently, it's not even a requirement." Eloise says.

"Eloise, that is more than enough." Violet orders.

Eloise sighs and walks over to the sofa, sitting between her brothers.

"Daphne, please, you were playing so lovely. Please, do go on." Violet says.

"I take it the two of you know." Eloise says.

"Do not look at me." Benedict states.

"Anthony wasn't married when Y/N was born. How does it happen?" Eloise asks.

"Have you ever visited a farm, El?" Colin asks and Benedict smacks him in the back of the head.

"I do hope the two of you are not encouraging improper topics of conversation. Especially with your four year old niece next to you." Violet states.

"Not at all, mother." Benedict assures.

"In fact, we were just heading off to... take our sticks out." Colin says, standing up.

"Colin Bridgerton!" His mother yells.

"A round of fencing." Colin clarifies.

The two Bridgerton sons leave.

"Miss? Humboldt is coming." The maid informs Daphne.

"Humboldt is coming." Daphne grins.

"Humboldt?" Violet asks.

"Why is Humboldt coming?" Hyacinth questions.

"Has someone arrived, Humboldt?" Daphne asks.

"Callers for Miss Daphne, ma'am." Humboldt informs. Daphne squeals, turning to her mother in excitement.

"But... the duke. You already have a caller, dearest." Violet says.

"Well, I suppose now I have more." Daphne states.

- - -

Anthony, Benedict, and Colin are in the drawing room, all silently doing their own things. Colin is reading a book, Anthony's reading the newspaper, and Benedict's drawing in his sketchbook.

Y/N rushes in, on the search for her father, and runs to him once she sees him. She's been thinking a lot about Eloise's question about how a lady comes to be with child and has grown curious herself, but her grandmother wouldn't answer and her aunts don't know.

"Papa?" She calls, standing next to him.

"Hmm?" Anthony hums in acknowledgement, taking a sip of his tea.

"How does one come to be with child?" Y/N asks.

Anthony chokes on his tea.

Colin and Benedict both let out small snorts of amusement, sharing a look as they know this will be fun.

Anthony coughs, trying to regain his breath, and he puts the cup of tea down.

"What, uh... what do you mean, darling?" Anthony asks, hoping maybe he heard her wrong.

"Aunt Ellie said she thought you had to be married to have a child. But you aren't married and I'm your child." Y/N says. "So how does it work?" She questions.

Anthony stares at her, being at a loss for words. He opens and closes his mouth as he tries to come up with something to say, but ultimately fails.

"Boys?" Anthony turns to his younger brothers.

"Oh, no, this one is all yours." Colin says, pretending to resume reading his book.

"She is your child. Seems only fair." Benedict says, an amused smirk on his face. Anthony glowers at both of his brothers, finding their entertainment annoying.

"Dearest, that is something that will be, um... explained to you at a much later age." Anthony tells the four year old.

"But I want to know now!" Y/N whines, stomping her foot.

"Well, you are not going to learn now. You will learn eventually." Anthony says.

"When?" Y/N asks.

"When you're eighteen... or preferably much older than that." Anthony says, his brothers letting out small snickers.

"Why can I not know now?" Y/N asks.

"Because you are too young." Anthony states.

"I hate being young." Y/N huffs, trudging out of the room dramatically.

"Thank you for the help." Anthony says, sending his brothers a fake smile.

"I believe you handled it quite well." Benedict muses.

"Indeed." Colin agrees.

- - -

The past few months, Y/N has grown closer to Eloise -- especially with Daphne and Colin gone, Y/N having one less aunt and one less uncle to spend time with or bother.

Given she's spending so much more time with Eloise, she has also started to adopt some of her aunt's mindsets. Y/N no longer believes she should be forced to marry if she does not want to.

Before she was okay with the idea of marrying, but now she questions it. She'd only want to marry if her husband treated her like an equal and not an object or somebody at a lower standard. And she'll only marry for love, if she ever does.

Y/N often listens to Eloise read her books and talk about feminists that believe in the same things she does. Y/N would like to go to school and travel the world, possibly even get a job herself at some point.

She knows she can't do much at five, but she hopes to someday.

Also despite not being at a ball, from Eloise's descriptions, she can tell she'll probably despise them just as much when she's able to attend them.

"Y/N? Are you supposed to be learning to dance with Hyacinth right now?" Anthony asks, walking into the drawing room where his daughter and Eloise are sitting on one of the sofas, Eloise reading to the young girl. Benedict is standing at an easel, painting a bowl of fruit.

"I don't want to." Y/N states.

"Since when do you refuse learning to dance?" Anthony asks.

"I rather read. Well, be read to, I suppose." Y/N says. "Balls sound awful anyway. Why would I care to attend one in 13 years?"

Anthony does a double take at her.

"Okay... who-who changed my entire daughter's perspective? When did she turn into that?" Anthony asks.

"I believe the person reading to her is responsible." Benedict says.

Anthony looks at his sister who wears a smug smile.

"Call it whatever you wish, brother, but I am simply making your daughter a strong, independent woman who shall not need to rely on a man." Eloise states.

"I want to stop dance classes. I don't wish to learn anymore. If it must, it can be a future matter, but not now." Y/N states.

"God, she's a mini Eloise." Anthony mutters.

"You're very much welcome." Eloise grins.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x daughter reader #anthony bridgerton x daughter!reader #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton

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hey! so i love wanda and i was wondering if you could write one kind of enemies to lovers or something like that where reader and wanda don't get along well, jealous scene or maybe a very suggestive fight. very angst but happy fluffy ending please

Enemies to lovers owns my whole gay heart and I CANNOT write it without there being sexual tension so xksksjsks smut alert

@g-cordelia hope it's okay to combine your request with this too so there's a healthy dose of angst and fluff with it

"Please don't go."

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: choking, fingering, spanking, strap on sex, mentions of oral and hints at mild injury

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"Your actions jeopardised the whole mission." Steve said sternly before raising his voice when he saw he received no reaction from you or the redhead. "Whatever is going on between you has to stop!"

"You say that like it's ever been any different." Natasha added.

The pair that usually felt like the protective big brother and sister of the team where acing the role of disappointed parents. Admittedly that did make you feel bad, but Wanda showed no signs of giving an apology and you would be damned if you did first.

Natasha and Steve waited for any kind of response from either of you and got nothing. You and Wanda continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the table, your stubnorness stopping either of you from looking at the two standing at the head of the table.

"Just write up your reports." Steve sighed, giving into the tension of the room before anyone else. If it had been just you, Wanda and Natasha there was no telling how long you'd be in there.

You both got up from the table at the same time, still refusing to break eye contact.

"Y/n stay behind a minute." Oh so they're switching it up to disappointed teachers now. Your attention fell to Steve in a look of confusion although that didn't mean you missed the smirk that played on the corner of Wanda's lips. You cursed her like a sailor in your head and hoped she heard but her back was to you and she was strolling out the room.

"I thought you guys were getting better." Steve sighed as he leant against the table.

"We were when we didn't have to talk to each other." You said honestly. There had been a few weeks prior where you and Wanda had had no missions together and therefore had no reason to talk or train with one another.

"You can't resort to avoiding each other as a way to solve your problems. All that does is make things escalate even more when you're actually together which will inevitably happen. Because believe it or not you two are on the same side and have to act like it." Natasha said sternly. You stared down at the table and thought about how how her words were. But it wasn't like you had that warning before.

When the pair infront of you knew you weren't going to say anything in response Steve filled the silence once again. "You're both suspended from missions until you can learn to work together." He decided.

"What?!" You cried as you snapped your head towards them and stood up. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Natasha said. You looked frantically between the two in disbelief.

"Alright." You said finally and clenched your jaw. You turned around and left the room without objection from the two Avengers, heading straight towards Wanda's room.

You never really knew why you and Wanda never got on. Maybe it was because she reminded you so much of the popular girls in high school you always envied while wanting them in your bed...no, it definetly couldn't be that. You just didn't know what.

It didn't take long to get there when you were walking like you were out for blood, that wouldn't be an unexpected result of what you planned. You banged on her door several times in a closed fist so it didn't take her long to answer.

She looked concerned when she opened the door and as soon as she realised it was you that same smirk from the meeting room fell back into place.

"Did they ground you?" She asked as she leant against the doorframe.

"Suspended." You spat. A shit eating grin started to appear but you wiped that off her face instantly. "Both of us."

"What the fuck? I didn't-"

"Yes you fucking did and now I'm paying for it too. You wanna know the best part? We can't go back in the field until we can work together nicely." You said bitterly.

"Why don't they just keep us on separate missions?"

"You can go ask them that later. Right now we're training." You said simply and you grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of her room down the corridor.

"We just got back." Wanda argued but followed you anyway after slapping your hand off her.

"Not prepared to put the work in, witchy?" You mocked, not looking at her as you marched through the compound.

"Don't call me that?" Wanda warned as she kept your pace.

"What are you gonna do? Read my mind?" You continued to taunt as you arrived in the gym and made your way to the mats.

Wanda put her red jacket on the floor and stepped away to take up her position as she eyed you. "I could snap all your bones into pieces so small they could be mistaken for ash." Wanda said stoicly.

"I don't think that's gonna get you another mission." You replied calmly, knowing that while there was a truth to Wanda's words she would never give you more than a split lip or bloody nose in the worst training sessions.

"Don't be a smartass y/n, it doesn't suit you." Your jaw clenched at her words.

Without warning, the entirety of your right arm lit up in flames and was aimed at Wanda in an instant.

You sent a wave of fire her way that she swiftly engulfed in her powers and sent back towards you. She looked less than impressed from your warningless attack.

"That was tacky." She said.

"I know, seemed fitting for you." You grinned but stopped when the red mist surrounded your body and lifted you into the air before a larger wave of fire was sent hurtling down to the redhead. The wall of fire blocked her view of you and subsequently dropped you to the ground as she dealt with the flames.

As soon as you landed and the fire parted you sent another blast Wanda's way only for her to do the exact same thing. You both ducked at the same time, your powers hitting opposite walls and leaving marks Tony would be on your asses about when he found out.

Wanda was clearly thinking the same thing. "We can't use our powers in an enclosed space, especially not yours." She said, her accent thickly woven into her voice.

"Okay then, let's see if Natasha's lessons have paid off." You said as you raised your fists and got into your defensive stance. Wanda mirrored you the way she had been taught and narrowed her eyes.

"They definelty have." She insisted as her eyes flickered over your form to try and identify your weak points already in a very obvious way.

"Just try to keep up." You mocked and swiftly moved to swipe her legs out from under her but she was surprisingly prepared. She jumped up to avoid your attack and kicked her leg out mid air and landed it on the center of your chest. You stumbled back in shock while Wanda looked very proud of herself. The last time you saw Wanda train it was clear she wasn't familiar with close range hand to hand combat. You hadn't expected her to improve so significantly in such a short amount of time.

You gritted your teeth and went for her stomach this time which she easily avoided but wasn't expecting another attack to follow so quickly. She blocked the continuous blows from you until you saw your moments and kicked one of her legs out from under her. Your mistake was thinking you succeeded the moment she was down because she spun around and kicked both of your legs out. You caught yourself partly as Wanda stood up so you were on kneeling.

Wanda's smirk was quick to take place when she saw your position, not missing the opportunity. "You look good when you're on your knees." She quipped.

Your eyes widened at her boldness and a heat rose up your neck that you knew wasn't your powers. You rolled back on the balls of your feet and swiftly stood up to look anywhere but the smug redhead infront of you.

"No snarky remark for that?" She challenged and you charged at her again. Anger feuled your attacks making them miscordinated and all round bad.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff." You huffed and made her grin even more at the clear signs that she was getting to you.

One of your punches was pushed to the side and Wanda took the chance to show you just how much she had learnt from Nat. You weren't entirely sure how she even did it it was so quick. Your arm was outstretched behind your back painfully due to Wanda's unrelenting grip on it and made it that much easier to push one of your legs down onto the floor. She held you like that for longer than necessary, soaking up the view of you struggling in her grasp.

"Get off." You snapped and winced when she pulled your arm back more.

"What's the magic word?" She teased.

"Now." You demanded. She tutted and pulled harder. "Maximoff!" You ordered through the pain. She leaned down beside you as her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Beg." It was one word but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. It was as though her light breath on your ear shot throughout your body and settled in a place you really didn't want it to.

You were about to object and tell her to stop being a bitch but her grip tightened and she pulled to a point where you thought your arm might just snap off under any more pressure.

"Please." You cried through gritted teeth. She instantly let go all too quickly and you collapsed onto the mat on your front. You heard her chuckle menacingly but cut herself off when Nat appeared in the doorway.

"We told you to write up your reports, not train." Natasha scolded as she watched you massage your shoulder and glare at Wanda.

"Sorry, just got a bit carried away." Wanda smiled, her innocent and sweet act that she put up for everyone except you returning. "Y/n's had enough now anyway." She smirked to herself.

"Fucking psycho." You muttered loud enough for her to hear but not Nat. Her jaw visibly clenched from that making you revel in the small victory as you finally got up from the mat.

"Just get on with the reports." Nat sighed and turned to leave as Wanda called out.

"On it."

"Aww, you trying to be a good girl, Maximoff?" You mocked as the pain subsided and your need to overrule what had happened came through.

"I don't have the time to stress over that, not when I'm busy putting brats in their place." Wanda said as she advanced towards you with a look you had only ever seen aimed at those you were fighting against.

"What?" You whispered as you backed up and felt your back hit the wall. Wanda's hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around your throat firmly and cut off your breathing. Your eyes widened as you grabbed at her hands but she didn't budge. She looked amused at your efforts as her head tilted slightly to the side.

"And you certainly need to learn your place." She took her hand away and left you gasping for air for a split second before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym.

You stumbled a little as you tried to keep up with Wanda's long strides you could usually match. Your whole body was already trembling in anticipation, more so by the tension filled silence between you both as you travelled through the compound and ended up outside the redhead's room.

She opened her door and shoved you into her room swiftly. You didn't have much chance to take in your surroundings because the Sokovian gripped the back of your neck and forced you to lay on your stomach on her bed.

She made quick work of your clothes, discarding them to some soon forgotten about corner.

You turned your head to the side and gripped the sheets as you felt Wanda's slim fingers trialing up the back of your thighs before she gripped them roughly and forced them apart and lifted your lower half up. Her fingers returned and glided along your drippikg folds, collecting your arousal as she reveled in the effect she had on you.

"What was it that made you this wet, slut? Was it being on your knees for me? Begging me? Or did you enjoy the pain? I bet you enjoyed me choking you too." She chuckled darkly and didn't wait for you to respond.

She slipped two fingers inside your soaking cunt without warning making you gasp out in pleasure. Her fingers curled inside you beautifully, brushing some kind of nerve ending every second they were buried inside you. She had you a moaning, quivering mess in no time.

"Wanda...fuck! Right there, oh God!" She snickered against your skin as she worked her fingers expertly. Even then she wanted to test you. Well it was more that she was setting you up for failure.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another sound from that whiny mouth." She ordered and you couldn't help but shiver from her dominant nature.

Of course it didn't last long. Her fingers felt so damn perfect inside you and you couldn't help but moan at the unspeakable pleasure.

She brought her hand down fast and landed it on your ass with a harsh smack that echoed through the room. She did it to both of your asscheeks until they were bright red and you were trembling. The sadistic redhead didn't stop there, she continued to rain down smacks that edged you further to your edge with the pleasurable pain.

Soon, you were moaning into the air as you came around Wanda's slim fingers, desperatly clenching around them in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Thankfully, she kept pumping her fingers inside you, not caring when the overstimulation kicked in. She even started scissoring her fingers inside you, stretching your walls in a way that has you whimper loudly.

"Gotta stretch you a little to get you ready for my piece, sweetheart." She said in a sinister tone. "There's no way you'd be able to take it otherwise, it's already going to reck you with its size." She husked into your ear and withdrew her fingers, spanking you again when you whined.

Wanda got off the bed and disappeared into her closet, shortly returning with a large strap secured around her waist and pointed at you. You whimpered at the sight of it, not sure you could handle its size.

The Sokovian kneeled behind you and gripped your hips with both her hands as she lined up the strap with your entrance.

"I'm going to fill you up so nicely, Princess. Gonna have your cumming in no time." She husked, her voice dripping with lust.

A scream was ripped from your throat when Wanda thrust the entirety of the strap into your pussy. She set about her harsh, abusing pace instantly and preened at the sound of the pleasure filled cries that left you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down into the pillows on your side do she could still hear all of your desperate moans. The rough action earned the redhead a cry of her name.

Her pace was unrelenting, everytime she thrust back into you she somehow managed to hit deeper, pounding the toy against the most sensitive and pleasurable part of your cunt.

"Mommy!" You moaned loudly, not realising your slip up until the words left your lips. Your eyes widened and you feared Wanda's response, but what you got was a smack from the redhead that stung your ass in the best way. Her fucked you with increasing vigor too, wanting you title to spill from your lips again. And it did. Over and over, each time going straight to Wanda's pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as you gripped onto the sheets tighter to prepare yourself for your release. But Wanda pulled the strap out the the very tip and held it there as she leant over to whisper in your ear.

"Beg me." She ordered and you whimpered again. It wasn't like you hadn't already submitted to the red head you hated but begging would be something that would loom over you for a while.

Your thoughts clashed with the overwhelming need from your pussy as it desleratly tried to clamp down on the tip that didn't provide nearly enough pleasure.

"Please, Wanda." You whispered.

"Please who?" She asked sweetly, clearly testing you making you groan.

"Please, mommy just let me cum." You whined and Wanda smacked your ass hard. She edged the dildo in further ever so slowly and stopped again.

"Mommy, please! I need to cum." You tried again, desperation seeping into your voice. Wanda hummed.

"I can see that." She mused as she rubbed small circles on your throbbing and soaked clit. "I just don't see why I should, brat." She punctuated the name with a harsh slap to your ass again and you caught onto what she was hinting at.

"Please, I'll...I'll be so good for you, mommy."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yes! Please mommy I'll be so so good for you. Just please please let me c-" You were abruptly cut off by your own whorish moan as Wanda snapped her hips forwards and filled you up entirely.

One of her hands tangled itself in your hair and forced your head down into the pillows, not stopping your incoherent babbles filling the room along with the sound of your pussy being fucked by Wanda and her thighs slapping against yours.

The Sokovian tugged on your hair again so your head was off the pillow.

"I'm gonna cum!" You cried out into the air.

"That's it, baby. Soak my fucking cock." And with that demand you came harder than you ever had around Wanda's strap and moaned continuously as the redhead prolonged your pleasure by continuing to pound into you.

But it soon became too much for your sensitive pussy. You squirmed away from Wanda but she placed one hand on the middle of your back to keep you flat against the bed.

"Too much." You managed to say, however the redhead didn't seem to care.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, Princess."

Laying panting and gripping onto Wanda's bedsheets like a lifeline wasn't exactly what you expected to be doing on a Thursday night. You were drenched in sweat and although Wanda had pulled out the toy minutes prior, you were sure you could still feel it filling you up, the faint throbbing a forewarning of what was to come.

It took you a while to gather the strength to get up. With anyone else you probably would have just stayed the night in their bed, but you weren't sure you could do that with Wanda. Although she wouldn't kick you out, you didn't like the thought of sleeping beside the redhead. It seemed far too...soft? Whatever it was, you were sure Wanda would agree.

You searched for your clothes while she took a most likely deliberately long shower, images of her naked figure covered in water invading your mind.

Once you cursed them away they were just replaced with flashes of what you had been doing for all those hours, remembering how she pulled on your hair as she praised you when you went down on her. Of course you did that while on your knees.

What happened between you and Wanda wasn't a one time thing. In fact it became increasingly common until you were in each other's beds almost every night. You would have been fuck buddies if you had considered each other a friend.

It worked. You and Wanda were able to work out your pent up frustration towards each other in a way that didn't hurt one another....well, if that didn't include the scratches along Wanda's back and the constant aching between your legs.

You didn't even make snide comments about each other in meetings or during training. You were able to keep everything in the bedroom.

The success of what you two had going forced you to ignore the noteable change in feelings you had towards Wanda. You saw her differently but couldn't quite tell how. Sometimes it was as though the unplaceable emotion you had towards her from from start spiked and other times you were purely confused.

It was always most prominent after she made you crash over the edge of bliss or when she came undone beneath you. Those moments when your bodies went limp and you were caught up in each other's embrace because you didn't have the energy to move. Hearing her exhausted breathing match her rising and falling chest and faint heartbeat if you had your head on her chest. Those tender moments were the ones that caught you off guard.

You refused to make a big deal out of it though. You refused to investigate your feelings or even acknowledge them. What you had with Wanda was the most efficient thing you could do. You didn't want to muck it up but you knew it couldn't go on forever. Another labelless feeling emerged at that thought.

Natasha was the only one who knew what you were doing. Neither of you told her, the spy was able to figure it all out on her own quickly and confronted you both about it once, only saying to be careful. That was the only time she addressed it verbally but you could always feel her watching you both carefully when you trained.

You thought it was going great. You and Wanda had finally been cleared for a mission that you would both be on, the team certainly needed the man power. That was until Nat told you otherwise.

"What do you mean I'm not going?!" You exclaimed across the room. You had seen Nat in the meeting room looking up something on her tablet and had gone in to enquire something about the mission that was long forgotten.

"I've thought about it and you and Wanda still aren't deemed the most reliable when put together for a mission, with this one being as important as it is we can't afford to make mistakes." Natasha sighed.

"So why don't you take Wanda off the mission? I have more experience."

"Her powers are perfectly fitted to this mission, we need her."

"And not me." You knew you came across as petty, but you had been dying to go back into the field.

"Y/n." Nat tried but you scoffed and glared at the screens with those assigned to the mission. Your eyes found Wanda's picture first and your jaw clenched at the sight of her ridiculously attractive face.

"What did she say to you?" You demanded as something clicked in your brain.

"She didn't say anything, this is my judgement." Natasha began but you didn't buy it.

"We both know if it was you you would have told me as soon as you decided it. You had no issue with me and Wanda being on this mission before. Hell, you cleared us both for the field." Nat glanced down at her tablet guiltily as she searched her brain for another hopeless lie.

"This is unbelievable." You scoffed and turned sharply on your heels to storm out of the room, ignoring your name being called by Nat.

You soon found Wanda in the kitchen making herself a coffee as she hummed softly. You willed your brain to ignore the warmth you got from seeing the redhead in her own, peaceful world.

"Do you have a problem with me?" You demanded, snapping her out of her trance. She visibly figited when she saw you approach her and lean on the edge of the kitchen island on you hands with an expectant look.

"No?" She said, seeming unsure.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She seemed startled by your increasing aggression.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she stirred her drink.

"Don't play dumb with me, Maximoff. You got me off the mission!" Wanda stopped her movements as she froze, clearly caught off guard by your discovery. Given how Nat had acted you guessed you weren't meant to find out it was Wanda who said something.

"It's for the best." She finally said but avoided your eye.

"It is not your place to decide what's best for me, you don't get to do that." You argued.

"There should only be a few people on the mission." She tried.

"I know that, I've seen the intel. But we already discussed that those people should be powered. Why am I being taken off?" You demanded again.

"It's dangerous." She muttered as she stared down at her drink.

"It's my fucking job. You think I don't know that."

"Of course you do, but there's a bigger risk than the usual missions we've been on. A bigger risk of you getting hurt." She muttered the last bit, like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted you to hear her. Granted, Wanda showing concern for your safety was new.

"Any one of us could get hurt." You said, lowering your voice marginally.

"But it's you I'm worried about." She insisted. It was your turn to become uncomfortable, shifting slightly under her gaze that held something new.

"I can take care of myself." You said as you crossed your arms, feeling a sudden defensive need to protect yourself.

"I know... but I care about you." You exhaled slowly, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the tone of her voice. "If something happened to you..." She continued, "I don't know what I would do." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the softness laced in it undeniable. It sparked something in you. Something you didn't want to accept.

"Good luck on your mission, Maximoff." You said through gritted teeth and went to leave but Wanda was behind you instantly and took ahold of your hand to pull you back.

"Wait, I wasn't done-"

"Well I am." You snapped and yanked your hand out of her grip.

"What..?" She said slowly.

"If you don't want to work with me then we won't, no need to keep fucking anymore." You huffed and went to walk away.

"That wasn't what I-"

"Stop!" It wasn't a cry of anger. It was pure desperation. Your pleading look took Wanda by surprise and pained her to see. "Just stop before you say something you can't unsay." You said shakily. Your unspoken message was received. You didn't want to hear about Wanda's feelings towards you. She just didn't know it was because you were afraid that it would uncover what you had been feeling all along. You couldn't handle it. You were scared.

Wanda nodded, defeated, and let you go. You were filled with grief as you walked away, your footsteps feeling heavier than usual. You wanted to look back, to go back to her. But you couldn't.

You distracted yourself with a particularly ruthless training session the day of Wanda's mission. Carol showed you no mercy in sparring, weight lifting and boxing - even encouraging power use every now and then. But your mind still wandered to the redhead the way it usually did.

When you finally collapsed on the mat in defeat Carol chuckled and tossed you your waterbottle before encouraging an ice bath and strolling out of the gym for her evening flight.

You stayed on the floor for a while after you finished your water, only stopping staring up at the ceiling when Nat's outline blocked the lights. You sat up and looked at her hopefully, seeing that she was back from monitoring the mission and didn't seem distraught or upset.

"How did it go?" You asked as she sat down across from you.

"It was a success." She said but she didn't seem all that happy.

"And everyone's okay?" You asked cautiously. Nat gave a half shug and sighed lightly.

"There was ice - a lot if it and it was so cold. Dangerously cold." Nat started. You tried not to clench your jaw or show any signs of annoyance, knowing there was no need to point out that mission was fitted for you and your powers that would have guaranteed everyone's safety.

"Wanda got a little cut up, it was impossible to fight on that ground." You eyed the door and bit your lip, refraining from giving in to the urge to go see her.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now, but she needs seeing to the cut." Nat said as she placed a first aid kit down infront of you. She was back already? And why did you have the kit?

"She won't see anyone either." Nat said before you could verbally question her. It took a moment for you to understand what she was saying.

"I don't think she wants to see me, Nat." You said as you pushed it back her way only for her to toss it into your lap.

"Goddmit, y/n. Can you two stop dancing around each other and actually talk?!" She exclaimed.

"We tried that-"

"Talking, y/n, not shouting or arguing. Talking." She said firmly and got up before you could protest further.

You pondered over what Natasha said for a while. You knew she had a good point, that talking was exactly what you should have done from the start, but it was just another thing that frightened you.

"Your job is facing your fears." You muttered aloud to yourself.

You finally got up from the ground, first aid kit in hand, and trudged along the compound towards Wanda's room. You tried to figure out what you could say on the way. But it all came out a jumbled mess that made no sense. Multiple times you stopped in the hallways and considered turning back before convincing yourself to keep going.

You knocked softly on Wanda's door and was surprised that it opened for you. The redhead in question was sat on her bed with a pillow in her lap, fiddling with her hands the way she always did when she was anxious or deep in thought. That evening it was both.

She glanced up at you as you closed the door but turned back to her pillow quickly when you gave her a short smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

Regardless, you cautiously walked towards her bed and sat down next to her with the small box between you. You brought one of your legs up under you so you could face Wanda and eyed the cut above her eyebrow in concern. She still didn't say anything, neither did you.

You opened up the small box and got out a pack of wound closure strips and carefully unwrapped one. Wanda didn't object to you gently holding the area around her cut as you placed the strip on and lightly smoothed over the edges until you were sure it would stay on.

"I let my emotions cloud my judgement." She mumbled as you prepped another strip.

"It happens to all of us." You said.

"But I didn't listen to you. I should have." You sighed and stopped unwrapping the strip to look up at the redhead and watch her closely. She looked back at you with a guilty and pained expression that was full of regret.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly as you went back to the medical tape and raised your hands to put it on but the Sokovian held your wrist to stop you. "What's done is done, so just let me put these on and we're good." You said but she still didn't let go.

"Just like that?" She questioned.

"The mission was a success. If I'd had been there you wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's all."

"You were really mad though." She continued and you put your hands down to rest them, not failing to notice that Wanda was still holding your wrist but with a much lighter grip.

"It's hard to stay mad at you." You admitted.

"You've always been mad at me."

"Well it wasn't exactly like you were the friendliest person to me." You pointed out. "I was never mad at you, Wanda. I just hated that... that you made me feel something I've never trusted, so I didn't trust you. It was never your fault, I was unfair." You admitted as you stared down at the tape the whole time, afraid to meet the redhead's eyes.

"What did you feel?" Wanda asked, her voice void of emotion making it more difficult for you to say. You gulped as you continued to stare at the tape, willing yourself to give Wanda the answer she needed. The answer she deserved.

"Love." You voice shook. "I loved... love you." You were shaking more as you finally looked up at Wanda. Her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted like there was a million thoughts trying to be heard but without the ability to.

She didn't say anything for a while. A long while. She stared at you in disbelief then at her pillow as though it would give her all the answers.

Tears rushed to your eyes that you tried to blink away as your head swam with curses to yourself for admitting your feelings. You had opened up and been vulnerable to Wanda, and the result was the exact reason you had sworn to never do it again.

Once you were sure she wasn't going to say anything to you, you took it as your cue to leave. To leave so Wanda could prepare her rejection speech for you. However, as soon as you put your hand to the door she spoke out.

"Please don't go."

You turned around slowly and met her light brown eyes you had always found impossible not to get lost in when you had your fingers or tongue inside her. You timidly went back to the bed and paused before sitting down next to her, facing the wall instead of her this time.

"I thought it was one sided." She started and you felt yourself begin to shake with nerves again. "I thought you didn't love me back." You looked to Wanda quickly and searched her features for any signs of a lie, any signs that she was setting you up to push you down but she was gazing back at you longingly with tears glistening in her eyes.

"When you confronted me about the mission, I was going to say it then, you knew that." You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, remembering the fear you felt in that moment.

"I wasn't ready, I thought I wouldn't ever be but," You took a deep breath "I want to try, for you." You took ahold of Wanda's hand to reiterate your point. "I care about you too Wanda, so much. More than I could ever express or even handle and I didn't know what to do about it. I mean we've tried a fair few things now," You both laughed a little, "but it I don't think any of them are going to work as well as accepting it and...and I don't know." You looked to her for guidance because fuck did you need it. You needed Wanda to guide you down whatever path you chose to take, as long as she was there with you.

"Maybe we could start with something small." She suggested with a small smile that made her eyes shine.

"Like a coffee date?" You tried.

"Exactly like that." She confirmed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'll pick you up around 2." You said cheesily making Wanda laugh. "But first, I have to finish tending to this cut." You declared as you turned around to face her entirely and crossed your legs under you, pausing for a moment to give Wanda a short and sweet kiss.

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Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

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One day I will come up with titles for my works lol.

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you.

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

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dreamilyjake · 3 years

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pink silk | sim jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader

genre: almost! arranged marriage au (not really)

warning: quite suggestive

word count: 1.4k

(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) enjoy

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you stared at the silk slip dress laying on your bed. it was a beautiful shade of pink. it looks a bit short, but it's a stunning dress. you sighed. "i don't want to go to this dinner."

"honey, we've talked about this," your dad heaved.

"you're forcing me to go to dinner with someone i don't even know?" you scoffed and crossed your arms together. you can't believe your parents made dinner plans for you to meet with someone without your own knowledge. no, scratch that. it's not just dinner plans, they're marrying you off. what is this? you're being thrown into an arranged marriage life now?

"would you want to go if it's with someone you know?" riki, your brother cackled slightly, before your mom pinched his arm shutting him up. he rubbed his arm in pain. "riki, shut it!"

your dad pinched his nose bridge, exasperated "y/n, i'm doing this for your own good. i just want you to marry someone well off and a good man."

"i can't believe you're selling off your only daughter!"

you were fumed, though you sighed in defeat. there's nothing you can do but attend the dinner. you figured you might just go and run away if anything goes bad.

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as you arrived at the fancy restaurant, the waitress showed you the way to your table. you saw it was an empty table, thinking your dinner date was running late. tch, you couldn't believe you arrived earlier than whoever-might-show-up.

just as you boringly sat there waiting for your date, sipping your glass of champagne. rolling eyes at literally nothing. you hated this already. you sighed in annoyance, you wished you could go home already. why were you forced to be here? anyone with two eyes can see your grumpy mood.

that was until the corner of your eyes caught someone familiar. extremely familiar. you looked up as he walked near to your table. surprisingly, your frown slowly turned into a smile. a big smile at that.

"jake, it's you," sim jake. you weren't exactly the closest of friends, but you knew him through your mutual friend, park sunghoon, because they were best friends. sim jake and you never really talked that much. bumping with each other at times, you noticed the stares from the man when he didn't know you'd notice. the first time you met jake, you thought he was absolutely attractive. his nice-looking face, and his amazing personality that you only saw part of it. too bad, your talks with him never went past casual conversation and casual flirting. you were excited to see him.

sim jake, the handsome man, clad in a satin black dress shirt, matched with a black suit and pants. his visuals were astonishing. you couldn't really describe it in words of how handsome he was. his beauty just took your breath away. his hands were in his pockets, he looked absolutely stunning.

"you looked gorgeous, angel," he stood in front of you, complimented you with a little grin. he pulled his chair and sat across from you. your heart totally skipped a beat when you made eye contact as he looked at you. you were still smiling in excitement upon seeing him.

"i'd thought that you hated this dinner date."

"why would you say that?" you raised your eyebrow.

"seeing you from afar, you looked mad. but right now you seemed very pleased to see me. do you like me that much, y/n?" he teased and laughed that sounded like the music to your heart. you reddened with his teasing.

"oh, get over yourself." you rolled your eyes but said it with a huge smile on your face.

"do you like it that i'm here?" he smiled, placing his fingers onto his lips.

you scoffed, changing the topic, "don't you think it's a little rude to let the girl wait?"

he turned his head slightly, frowned a little, "well, i don't want to wait here and then find out i got ditched if my date decided to run away."

"now, who would ever ditch you?" you wouldn't ever confess you had planned to run off earlier. that was before you knew it was him. but, come on. it's sim jake. that's one hell of a dumb person could be to ditch him. would you run off if it was someone else? mayhaps.

he laughed again, "and i have ordered our appetizer. you know, because i was actually here first."

then the appetizer came in, the waiter later took your main course and dessert orders. your meal was served and both of you enjoyed your fine cuisine.

"so, angel, what do you think?" he started, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"i wouldn't actually eat if it wasn't you tonight," you said truthfully, scooping in your delightful dessert.

"careful angel. you're really gonna make me think that you like me." he chuckled and you could've sworn you saw a slight red tint appearing on his cheeks.

"and i'm actually talking about you having to marry me." and then it just dawned on you. this dinner date was a date to meet the man that your dad wanted to marry you off. you barely processed, marrying this fine man? oh god.

"hmm, do you want to marry me?" you turned the question to him, then resting your cheek on your palm against the table.

you saw he bit his lips, "this isn't really an enemies-to-lovers trope, sweetheart."

"then what trope is it?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.

"anything you want, angel."

"oh and maybe, just maybe. when tonight ends, you might just end up on my bed, princess." he said again with a flirty smile on his face.

you gasped in feign innocence, "jake, what do you even mean? how dare you initiating pre-marital s*x on our dinner night?"

"with how fucking stunning you look in that dress? you really think i'm gonna have the patience to wait until we get married?"

when he knew park sunghoon has a girl friend, he was dying to see you and meet you. sunghoon always had these stories of a certain girl that he never knew of. when he finally saw you, it was super easy to develop a crush on you, jake thinks. you were the most beautiful person his eyes has ever laid on. the way you carry yourself with grace, the way you talk. it was just in a blink of an eye that he realised he was attracted to you.

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true to his word. this fine piece of man does not have the patience to wait. when you were both done with your lovely cuisine, he was delighted to offer to bring you home. though, he did not drive you home and rather drove straight to his own apartment after asking you if it was okay to go to his place.

upon arriving at his penthouse, you were roughly pushed against the wall. "i'm sorry, angel, i just want to kiss you so bad. it's all i can think about," with his arm beside your head, he said the words just barely above whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

you bit your lips, "then kiss me jake." with that approval he attacked your lips with his delicious plump lips. you shut your eyes, feeling his warm and soft lips against yours. he smells fucking amazing with his signature cologne. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. he kissed you fervently, deepening the kiss like he couldn't get enough of you. he was kissing you like his life depended on it. nose grazed each other, as he tilted his head to kiss you more. when you feel his hands start lazily roaming your body, you gasp. it gave him the access to taste the cavern of your mouth, tasting your warmth. it was also warmth that blossomed in your chest. your heart pounded quicker in your chest, and your knees got weaker. you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, it was only in a slip seconds that you're already addicted to how he made you feel. when he pulled out from the kiss, you were both panting heavily, gasping for air.

he draped his arms around your frame to pull you closer to his body. "we're in for a long night, angel."

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Loves the story about being Amelia younger sister. Can this came to my mind could you pretty please make this a reality lol. So the reader is Amelia and dereks younger sister ( obviously lol) and she gets sick. But she doesn’t want them to know because they will overreact. So without her telling them that she is sick she ends up getting worse and ends up in the hospital, just for Amelia and Derek to find out . Does that make sense. This came to me late at night lol. Thank you:)

For a few days your well being in your body had been lost. From an initial exhaustion and fatigue, for which you had perceived stress as the main cause to slightly stinging in the chest and body aches that you only stamped as tiredness of the last week, there was a lot going at university; lectures until late in the evening, answering 80 quiz questions daily on top of your homework so that you don't forget what you have learned and the tests you had to write in what felt like every subject you could possibly have.

It was almost midnight when you started to finish up your work. You were the only one in this house, at least you thought so, who was still awake to do things that had no time to be postponed.

"You look pale," did you hear your sisters voice and startled for a second out of shock before you looked at the clock for the 10th time this minute and slowly began to collect the papers and pens from the brown coffee table."Is everything okay?"

You just nodded a 'yes', not even bothering to talk out of feeling sick, and got up from your chair to pile up the papers in the back of the table when a wave of dizziness caught up with you and you used your hands to support yourself. "Just totally stressed." you mumbled as you felt a worrying glance and a hand on your back.

Slowly your vision returned to normal, you picked up your things into your arms and turned to Amelia who was standing right behind you. With an attempted smile, you squeezed past her and walked up the stairs. "I'm good."

Before you went to bed, you stole a pill from the bathroom cabinet and disappeared. -It is just a little cold- you thought.

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"Y/N Shepard, 22 years young." the paramedic called as soon as the doors were opened from the ambulance and he pulled out the stretcher and got out himself. "According to first responders, she passed out while she was about to order a coffee.. Mild sinus tachycardia, blood pressure is low. Temperature is 102,38°F"

You became conscious before the ambulance arrived, but the people around you didn't agree to let you go and wanted to have you examined and now you were here, the attempt to escape from the mess was unsuccessful.

A little confused, you looked around and saw the faces of Owen and Meredith. Almost immediately, before the blonde could even say something, you cut her out. "Don't tell Amy and Derek."

She stroked your hair and looked at you confused and worried. She didn't understood why you wanted to keep your ambulance arrival a secret from your siblings. Even if she had a medical confidentiality obligation towards her patients, she had to tell her sister in law and husband. They were your family.

She nodded to Owen and he understood immediately that he should beep both of them on their pagers. As soon as he disappeared, Meredith pushed you into one of the examination rooms and started to look you up and down.

"Why don't you want the two of them to know?" she asked cautiously while placing some adhesive stickers on your chest and hanging you on a machine. "You know exactly how they are as soon as I am sick. Overprotective - and that is annoying. I am not a little kid anymore."

She stopped moving and looked at you. Her hands found their way onto your shoulder and squeezed them once just before she sat down in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. "They are your siblings, Y/N. Be glad that you have someone who cares about you."

She stopped for a short time and looked at your heart rate on the monitor before turning to you a little worried, adapting a blood pressure cuff on your arm, waiting for the results to show up on her chart. "You have cardiac arrhythmia. Have you had a cold lately?"

"No, I've just been pretty tired and exhausted. I also had a slight sting in my chest once in a while but thought it came from my stomach; I haven't been eating particularly well lately."

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"What were you thinking by not telling us that you are not feeling well? You don't have three doctors at your home around the clock for nothing!" said Derek a little louder, his face flashed red like a tomato.

When he got the news, he immediately ran down to the emergency room, fearing the worst. He was pissed of when he saw you lying there and he was even angrier when he had to hear every information from Meredith that she had found out and what she suspected. "And that's exactly why I didn't want you to know. You always overdo it!"

"Y/N, heart muscle inflammation is not a joke! If you had carried off the crap and hadn't passed out in the cafe, it could all have been worse than just a few needle sticks and a comfortable hospital bed!" he shouted in disbelief as his hands clenched into a fist and the knuckles were already turning white at the strength of his nervousness which he underpinned by pacing back and forth in front of your bed.

He didn't understand how you wanted to become a doctor but couldn't listen to your own body. It was impossible for him to understand how you could let it get this far. Derek asked for an answer, but you didn't feel like arguing with him anymore so you just stood silent; you were too tired and exhausted to continue this discussion.

You knew it was a fatal mistake, but you couldn't change and jump back in time either.

Just before Derek wanted to let his anger run free again, Amelia, who had previously been quiet, had stood in front of him and gave him an urgent look and some slight knocks on his now crossed arms. "You go now and calm down. The shouting doesn't help anyone here and I don't think the whole hospital has to know our family issues." he bit his lip and looked between you and your sister before he disappeared, but not without slamming the door behind him.

Startled, you let yourself fall back on the pillow, put your arm over your forehead and closed your eyes. You knew you messed up big time. "I'm sorry, Amelia."

"You should have told us, then you might not be here and have to stay for observation." she said calmly, unlike your brother and started moving towards the side of your bed where Amelia sat down on the chair that was already standing next to it and gently stroked the back of your head.

Amelia understood why you hadn't said anything, she had gone through the same with him too. But on the other hand, she could understand Derek. It also hurt her that you hadn't mentioned anything and that you didn't let her help you. "From now on, no more secrets, understand? I don't want to have this horrible feeling in my stomach when I get a message like that ever again. When you are in pain then let one of us know, regardless of whether you think it is a cramped muscle or not."

"You are so over caring." you said annoyed and rolled your eyes.

You knew it was in their nature to react like that, but as a young adult you couldn't understand that exactly this small gesture showed how important you were to a person. You just found it annoying.

"At some point in your life, you will think back to that moment and judge it completely different. Maybe we are far too caring now, later you will perhaps be grateful to us for it and understand why we do this." she sighed.

"We do this because we love you and we don't ever want to lose you."

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