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luxaryllis · 7 months

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hi!! if you're accepting requests rn could you pls write just pure angst of azul with a younger sibling who he was super close to before, but when their parents got divorced they grew distant bc the sibling went to live with their dad instead of with him and his mom. then a few years later sibling ends up attending nrc and azul recognizes them and is excited to talk to them again only to discover that they're not the same as before.

rlly loved your scared younger sibling fics. they gave me chest pains bc of how damn sad they were. keep up the good work :)

Brother Knows Best

Note: OMG!! What is this!? I, Lux, FINALLY finishing something and posting it?! Has a miracle truly happened?!

Anyway, I'll just write the sibling of this one as a year younger than Azul, and the sibling was also be an octopus merfolk. I'm going to mention the reader having interests in some stuff, so please don't get offended if it doesn't apply to you. You can always just replace the traits I put as a trait of yours!

And imma just use Ashengrotto as the family name, cuz idk if Ashengrotto was the last name of Azul's bio father, or step-father, or the maiden name of his mother.

Warning/s: Parents divorcing, Split custody, Angst, Spoilers to Azul's backstory and past, Spoilers to Azul's Ceremonial Robes vignettes, Reader is mentioned to have somewhat similar features to Azul (specific features aren't specified), Tell me if I missed anything

Full post under the cut!

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"Big brother! Why are you crying?" A slightly smaller mer-octopus swam closer with a concerned expression.

Azul, who was hiding in an octopus pot, looked up to his sweet and innocent little sibling. The 7-year-old boy's eyes soften, and Azul knew that it was only a matter of time before his baby sibling, [Name], would go through all the bullying and teasing as well.

But Azul didn't want that. He wanted [Name]'s cute smile to last forever. He wanted [Name] to not have to see and experience the horrors of simply being themself. He wanted to protect [Name] from everything and everyone who dared hurt them.

Azul's heart squeezed in his chest as he realizes that he can't. He can't protect [Name]. Azul couldn't even protect himself! He truly was... a weak, dumb, slow little octopus...

Tormented by his thoughts, Azul continued sobbing, hiding further into the octopus pot, hiding his chubby face from his little sibling.

"Don't look at me!!" Azul cries out, accidentally spitting out ink from his tentacles, staining the waters around them. The mess caused Azul to cry even more, the ugly black liquids reminding him of what the other kids told him.

[Name] frowns softly, they didn't know why their big brother was upset. The younger mer-octopus moves closer to the octo-pot, trying to coax their older brother to come out.

"Zul-ie.. what's wrong? I don't like seeing you sad..."

Upon receiving no response, the younger child purses their lips in a pout.

"Come onnn...! Mom and dad made dinner! They made fried chicken! Your favorite!!"

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"Big brother!! Look, look! Wanna hear this song I learned on the piano?!"

Piano keys played a gorgeous melody under [Name]'s fingers, and Azul watched with wide eyes full of wonder and pride. Azul felt a small sense of envy in him, but he couldn't find it in himself to acknowledge the jealousy, because Azul was too proud of his younger sibling to do that.

And yet...

As [Name] learned more and more, Azul couldn't help but feel... left behind.

As though [Name] doesn't need him anymore.

But... but that isn't true right? [Name] needs Azul... right...?

As days and years pass by, nagging feelings of envy and worthlessness bubble up in Azul as he watches his sibling shine.

'I should be proud of them,' he thinks to himself as his mind wanders while he was studying.

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'Mom and dad don't love each other anymore...'

Those were the thoughts in the two siblings' heads while they listened to their parents argue for what felt like the umpteenth time. And today, it seemed as though everyone in the house had finally had enough of the screams and shouts.

Around a month or so later, the Ashengrotto family were in court, for a divorce trial. It was a somewhat long process, but the judge's words hit the two children like a truck.

"Mrs. Ashengrotto is to be given custody over Azul Ashengrotto. Whilst Mr. Ashengrotto is to be given custody over [Name] Ashengrotto."

When the Ashengrotto family split up, Azul and [Name] were desperately trying to stay together. It went to the point that their parents had to pull the crying siblings apart because [Name] and their father had to leave.

"Big brother!!! NO!!"

"[Name]!!! Don't leave me please!!"

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"DON'T LEAVE ME!!"

Azul wakes up with a start, sitting up from the bed with wide eyes and heavy breathing. His hair was frazzled in a bedhead, and he quickly looks around.

The Octavinelle Dorm Leader recognizes his dorm room, and breathes a sigh. Not one of relief, but one of exhaustion. Azul reaches to his bedside table and takes his glasses, putting them on as he checks the clock. 5 am.

Next to the clock, Azul sees the small picture he placed. A family picture of him, his mother, his father, and his younger sibling. It was taken before his parents had divorced. When they were all happy...

Azul stares at his younger sibling in the picture, yearning to see them again. He reaches out a bit, but stops himself and shakes his head. 'Now is not the time', he thinks to himself. He shakily stands up and starts getting ready for the welcoming ceremony of the new first years of NRC.

Azul leaves the room and passes by Jade and Floyd's shared room. The house-warden could hear Floyd's complaining through the door and he sighs, knocking on the door and speaking.

"Floyd, would you stop complaining? Jade and I have to get ready for the Welcoming Ceremony, and you and the others have to start preparing for the welcome party for our new first years."

Almost immediately, Floyd replies with a slight whiney tone. "Says the person who wasn't wrung out like a rag for some lotion! I can barely walk!!" Azul could almost hear the pout in Floyd's voice and sighs in exasperation, listening to Jade trying to calm his brother down.

Deciding to leave the twin eels alone, Azul starts to walk away and head to the Lounge to make sure the preparations are going smoothly. As he walked, his mind can't help but wander to thoughts like if he and his own younger sibling would have a similar dynamic to Jade and Floyd. Hm, or would their dynamic be more like Idia's and Ortho's? Likely not, perhaps.

These thoughts weighed in Azul's mind, and he feels himself shaking his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. He hasn't seen his younger sibling for a long time; but Azul certainly hopes that [Name] didn't have such a drastic change like he did.

For some reason, Azul couldn't bear the thought of his previously happy-go-lucky and outgoing [Name] to be anything else other than such a happy mer-octopus. It was wishful thinking, but what kind of older brother would he be if he didn't wish only the best for his younger sibling?

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When the time came for the Welcoming Ceremony to begin, the Housewardens (exceot for Malleus Draconia, who likely didn't receive the invitation, Azul thinks) were all lined in a circle surrounding the mirror, waiting for students to be sorted into their own dorms.

As each student was being sorted to their dorms, Azul takes the time to look at each student that seemed to catch his attention. None seemed very relevant thus far, maybe a few people he could exploit here and there.

"Next student!"

A student dressed in the NRC Ceremonial Robes stepped out of the crowd of the unsorted first-years. Their hood was on and casting a shadow down their face as they walked towards the mirror.

"State thy name." The mirror said when the student stepped up.

Suddenly, the student spoke a name that ran a shiver down Azul's spine. A name that Azul never thought he would hear no matter how much he wished to hear.

"[Name] Ashengrotto."

Jade raised an eyebrow and turned to Azul curiously, and some other students who recognized the last name also snuck some glances to the Octavinelle Dormleader. Azul could vaguely hear Idia's voice through the floating tablet, saying things like, 'Plot twist?!', but he paid no heed to it.

Azul's eyes were wide, and his mouth was lightly agape in surprise. His younger sibling... studying in NRC?!?

Questions ran through Azul's head in that moment. How is his younger sibling doing? Do they still like to play the piano? Or perhaps they still continued collecting those sea shells? Did [Name] still want to be a singer when they grew up? Do they still enjoy chasing their tentacles like a dog liked chasing its tail? Do they still have that same smile they always did; the one that brightened any room they were in and made their eyes glimmer like the stars land-folk liked to gaze at?

The Dark Mirror spoke again, "The shape of they soul is..."

Azul was beside himself with worry and anticipation. What dorm would his younger sibling be sorted into?

'Octavinelle, Octavinelle, Octavinelle', Azul chanted in his head, hoping for the Dark Mirror to sort [Name] in the dorm he was in.

"... Octavinelle!"

It took almost everything in Azul not to let out a sigh of relief, but he was celebrating in his mind. Suddenly remembering that he was the Dorm Leader of Octavinelle, he stepped up and made himself known to his beloved younger sibling.

Azul mustered up an amicable smile (and those who knew him were rather surprised at how genuine Azul's smile looked), and spoke. "Welcome to Octavinelle, right this way please."

[Name], not having realized who the person underneathe the hood was, nodded and walked to the crowd of Octavinelle students, waiting for the Welcoming Ceremony to be over.

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After a rather tiring Welcoming Ceremony, with an entire fire getting started by a racoon-cat-monster named Grim, all the students (save for that one student who couldn't get sorted to a dorm) were allowed to leave and go back to their respective dorms.

The Octavinelle first-years were granted a delicious meal and celebration, and were all briefed on their duties in the Mostro Lounge. The entire time, Azul kept sneaking glances at [Name], which wasn't really left unnoticed by the twins or by [Name] themself.

Azul eventually mustered up the courage to approach his younger sibling and struck up a conversation.

"[Name], it's very nice to see you..! I'm Azul, remember? Your older brother?" Azul's voice was one of slight anxiety, did [Name] eveb remember him? It has been a while since they last even heard from each other..

[Name] turns to look at Azul and nods a bit, smiling a little. "Ah, right. It's so nice to see you again, Zulie."

Being referred to his favorite childhood nickname made Azul smile softly, but he couldn't shake off the surprise at seeing the change of demeanor in [Name]. Back when they were younger, [Name] was much more outgoing and enthusiastic compared to this [Name], who seemed to want to curl up in a ball when someone else tried making conversation with them.

Not even their smile fully reached their eyes anymore. Just what had happened to his beloved younger sibling in the time he was gone?

Internally hoping that his younger sibling hadn't changed too much, Azul tried to continue the conversation. "Ah, do you.. still play the piano?"

[Name] shook their head and smiled a little sheepishly in reply. "Oh, no I don't anymore. Atleast, not as often as before. I still play it occasionally, but I don't exactly find it as fun now."

"What about collecting sea shells? Surely, you still find that enjoyable?"

"Dad and I lived in a more colder part of the ocean, and there weren't a lot of sea shells to collect. So, no, not really."

"Ahh, I see... what do you like doing nowadays, then, [Name]?"

"Oh, well..." [Name] then proceeds to tell their older brother of their interests; though most (if not all) the things the younger Ashengrotto listed were things Azul weren't very interested in.

Regardless, Azul nods in understanding, trying not to mind how much his sibling had changed.

The next few weeks after that, Azul had found it hard to approach [Name]. Why? Well, maybe it was because of the fact that his younger sibling had grown rather attached to the Ramshackle prefect and a certain trouble-making trio (Ace, Deuce, and Grim).

Azul had enough of it, seeing his younger sibling get roped into trouble from their group of friends. When [Name] had came back to the dorm with the Heartslabyul's dorm leader's collar on them, Azul had to pull his younger sibling aside to talk.

"[Name], may I ask exactly why you have Riddle's collar on you? What did your friends bring you into this time?" Azul asked [Name] as they spoke in Azul's office. Azul was looking at his beloved younger sibling with furrowed brows and a scrutinizing expression.

[Name] replied, "It's a.. long story, big brother. Yuu, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and I were at Heartslabyul's Unbirthday Party. Dorm Leader Rosehearts got mad at us and collared us and kicked us out of the party because a rule was broken.."

Azul sighs in disappointment and exasperation. He can't believe his younger sibling associated themself with such troublemakers.

"[Name], honestly, why do you even hang out with such people?! They're getting you into trouble!"

[Name] tries to defend themself, "They don't mean to! And I can't just stand by and watch as my friends suffer on their own!"

Azul starts to get a little frustrated. Can't they see, those group of 'friends' as [Name] calls them are terrible influences. It's only a matter of time before they start using [Name] for their own benefit, Azul is sure about that. After all, [Name] has always been rather straightforward in the way that they won't hesitate to help (such values were strange to see in a school like Night Raven College). And Azul knew what happened to people like that; they get exploited, wrung out like a rag, draining them out until there's nothing left to give.

If [Name]'s friends were anything like the other students of NRC (like how Azul would treat his 'clients'), it would be so, so much worse for [Name]. Oh, Azul could practically see it now; it'll start small, like helping out with homework or lending some money. Eventually, it'll be like his younger sibling got the life and kindness sucked out of them, leaving them burnt out like a poor, unfortunate soul!

And Azul can't and won't let his beloved younger sibling go through that. He won't let [Name] fall from grace so terribly like the people who've broken their end of the deal with him.

And that is what Azul tells [Name] (leaving out the parts that paint Azul as the scheming businessman he is, of course) in an effort and attempt to dissuade his sibling from staying friends with their troublemaking friends.

"Don't you see, my dear sibling? They're only using you and their troublemaking schemes would run your student record through the mud. They're getting you involved in so much drama and troubles, and as your older brother, I'd hate for you to be surrounded by such terrible influences," Azul says.

[Name] frowns a bit. Azul worded it as though they hadn't done anything wrong, which wasn't all that far from the truth, though. However, [Name] also knew that Azul was thinking that they were being dragged against their will to help out, which they weren't.

"Big brother... I'm helping out willingly, because I want to. Besides, they're my friends. Didn't the Sea Witch always help other people? We're Octavinelle students, we must always follow the Sea Witch's values."

[Name] replies. The facts about Octavinelle and the Sea Witch were things that the younger Ashengrotto used to try convincing Azul to let them go.

Azul clicks his tongue, his eyes narrowing as he pushes up his glasses that were starting to fall a bit. "Then perhaps you should try getting better, more behaved friends instead of the ones you have right now. What happened to the well-behaved [Name] I used to know?" Azul mutters under his breath, but [Name] could still hear Azul's words.

[Name] frowns at the last question. "What 'happened' is that life happened, Azul. Not everyone stays the same! I've changed!!"

Azul, however, has difficulty getting behind the thought, shaking his head in denial, "Then change back!! [Name], I want the old you! The one who'd listen and trust me without a second thought! The one who was dependent on me! The one who actually made me feel special!!"

That was the last straw for [Name]. They have grown tired of their older brother trying to keep them the same as they used to when they were a child. Can't Azul just let go of the past? "Well that [Name] is gone!! I'm independent now, Azul! I'm not a child! Stop treating me like one!"

[Name] shouts in a burst of anger, before their eyes widen, not having expected themself to actually blow up like that. Not necessarily regretting it, though, the young Ashengrotto quickly turns away and leaves Azul's office, ignoring their older brother's shouts for them to come back.

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Azul breathes heavily as he falls to his knees, watching as his younger sibling walks away from him, closing the door behind them. The sight can't help but remind Azul of the time when he and [Name] were separated; just this time, [Name] was being pulled away by their 'friends' instead of their father.

Azul can't believe this!! Did [Name] really just walk away from him?! After everything Azul did in hopes of having his dearest sibling back?! How dare they!

How dare they change! How dare they change so much to the point Azul barely recognizes them! How dare they move on from the past so quickly, as if it didn't bother them! And how dare they even think of choosing their friends over him!

How dare they make him cry! How dare they say words that hurt far more than when those pesky merfolk would bully him!! How dare they leave him there, with tears falling down his eyes and with a heart aching for family!

How dare they, how dare they, how dare they!!

Azul takes a deep breath of resolution, his eyes narrowing behind the glint of his glasses. Never mind, then. He'll show them, he just knows it.

Azul calls the Leech twins over to the office, preparing to make a plan for the upcoming exam season, a list of specific names he wants them to target.

He'll show [Name]. He'll show them that he's right. That big brother knows best.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst platonic #twst sibling reader #twst angst #azul ashengrotto

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forever-once-gone · 1 year

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New Drabble! On The First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me...

This is a drabble! To read the first part click here! And please I hope you all read this since you guys seem to love this pair.

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere AU, angst

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Before you had gotten kidnapped by your boss and his fiancé, you had to first meet the Mr. Jeon that you heard so much about. So, how exactly did your first meeting with him go? Well, why not reminisce about the last time you were truly free? When you were not yet locked to your unfortunate future of being added into your boss’ relationship.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, talks of violence, Jungkook wants to hurt the reader a lot during this, general discomfort, making out, use of pet names, reader being none the wiser to what the two of them are talking about as they continue to type away on their keyboard lol

Author’s Note: Hi hi! It’s been a while. I’ve been swamped with school and just haven’t been able to write anything for you guys lately. But today, I logged into Tumblr and saw some very kind reblogs and asks and I just wanted to write something for you guys! I really appreciate the kind comments and It really does fuel me to write for you guys. So here is a drabble for your guys’ favourite couple! I hope you guys enjoy seeing how Jungkook and the reader’s first encounter went. It’s funny cause Jungkook is like fuming and they’re just like “this guy seems stressed :(” and then they get chosen (kinda) to be pursued by Jungkook and Namjoon lol. I apologize for not having posted part two last Christmas, but I was honestly just really stressed around that time. And then I wanted to have this small inside Easter egg (?) for something in part two but then I realized it was kinda hard to explain without having a previous explanation for it. So this drabble worked out! It was a little incentive to add that little tidbit into this and maybe you’ll have a little “oh!” moment when you read something later on when I post part two (whenever that will be lol, don’t ask me, idk. I’m aiming for this Christmas). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I need to stop writing this author’s note, it’s has gotten too long anyways lol. So yeah, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Jungkook was fuming as he tapped his foot impatiently on the floor of the elevator, seething for the elevator to spit him out on Namjoon’s floor. He was gonna figure out what was going on with his boyfriend one way or another.

His dearest Joonie had refused his daily cup of coffee… again. For the past few weeks, Namjoon, the love of his life, had been eating everything during breakfast that Jungkook woke up oh so graciously to make for him each morning. Joon finished everything except his fucking cup of coffee. Some days he’d be kind enough to take a sip or two before leaving the still very full mug standing in its place on the dining room table beside his empty dishes.

Seeing the mug full of the coffee that Namjoon used to always say Jungkook made better than anyone else left Jungkook feeling insecure. Insecure and just a little bit angry. Okay, maybe a bit more than a little bit, he’ll admit. Okay, fine, he was boiling with fury. He hated to imagine that Namjoon was drinking coffee made by someone else. Because he knew for a fact, if Namjoon wasn’t drinking his coffee, then he was getting it from somewhere else ‘cause Joonie was never able to get anything done without his morning coffee. And knowing Joonie’s disdain for store bought coffee, Jungkook knew it had to be someone making it for him, homemade. And if he was drinking someone else's, that must mean that he was falling out of love with him and falling in love with this awful, boyfriend-stealing, shameless person. And Jungkook was gonna stop at nothing until he found who this fucking person was and got even. He was gonna win Namjoon back one way or another.

The ding-ing of the elevator woke him from his murderous thoughts just in time to see the doors open to the empty space that lead to his boyfriend’s office. Or at least, the once-empty area, because now, unlike the last time he��d come here about a month ago, there was a table placed just before the office doors. And behind that table was a person, who upon hearing the elevators open perked up from their computer screen to smile at him. This person had a sweet smile, kind eyes, and the smoothest voice as they asked him what they could do for him.

He walked up to their table, arms crossed over his chest as he analysed the person sitting below him. The person still smiling up at him even throughout the awkward silence as Jungkook left their question unanswered. The person was dressed nicely and they had a kind aura around them. Their workspace was covered in flowers from the flower shop that Jungkook knew Namjoon frequented. Usually, his Joonie brought home flowers only for him, but here was this new person who was now swimming between countless bouquets covering every free inch of their work table.

When they asked him what he wanted for the second time, he finally graced the person with an answer. “I’m here to see Namjoon.”

The person nodded their head, before prodding for more info. “Alright, and who might you be?” the person asked, turning to scroll through their computer, searching to see if they had accidentally double-booked their boss’ time.

“I’m Jungkook,” he began, back straightening in pride when he saw the worker tense up in their seat. “Joon’s boyfriend,” he concluded, mentally doing a mic drop, hoping that those words etched themselves in the worker's skin, the one who was stealing his Namjoon from him. He hoped it hurt.

What he didn’t expect is for the worker to turn back to him after X-ing out of the calendar that they had been frantically scrolling through, before turning to him with a polite smile.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon,” the person began, “I think this is the first time we’re actually meeting in person. I’m Y/n L/n, Mr. Kim’s assistant. I just got shifted up to this floor about a month ago from my previous place a few floors down.” You reached your hand out to him for him to shake, just for him to completely ignore it, not even glancing in your hands direction.

“Yes. I’m sure he’s mentioned me before.” Jungkook was gonna make sure that you knew that Namjoon was his, no matter how nice you pretended to be.

“Yes, he has,” you replied pleasantly. “And of course, I’ve spoken with you before too, if you recall?”

When he thought about it, he had spoken with you before. The few times he’d call Namjoon’s assistant when his boyfriend wasn’t picking up. He would pace in this same area, back when it was still empty and call the number for Namjoon’s assistant to know when he’d be free again. The conversations would be semi-mannerly, at best, as he would ask where his boyfriend was before hanging up as soon as he got his answer. He never expected the assistant, that he never spoke more than a few clipped sentences to, being the one who was stealing his love away from him.

That they would have been moved up to be on the same floor as his boyfriend.

The two of them.

Alone.

And when he saw two cups of steaming coffee on your table corner, one half finished and one still untouched, he knew that you were the one making coffee for his man. He felt deep hatred rise in his chest, bubbling up his throat, ready to let out his rage on the home-breaker in front of him.

But he pushed his feelings down before giving you a pursed smile. “Right. You sound different in person. I didn’t even recognize you.” It was true, he wasn’t expecting your voice to be as sweet as it was, though he could tell it was strictly professional. Even when you were so obviously putting on a kind smile for the sake of your job, your voice was so saccharine. He could only imagine how much more saccharine—sinful—your voice must sound when you were using it for your more devious desires.

Jungkook wondered if you’d ever used that syrupy voice on his boyfriend. Walked into his man’s office with your probably sub-par coffee between your hands. You were attractive, that he will give to you, but he hoped that Namjoon wouldn't think the same way that he did. He hoped that any attempts that you’d made on him were met with bitter rejection.

But seeing you surrounded with all the flowers, making your soft features look even more attractive—though he hated to admit it—he knew that Namjoon must feel at least something for you. Why else would Namjoon have gotten you all these flowers? Flowers that Jungkook indignantly noticed were his favourites.

You were perfect and that’s what made his heart hurt more.

In another life, maybe Jungkook would have fallen for you himself, he thought sorely.

You laughed at his remark about your voice. “I guess no one really sounds the same over the phone though, right?” You asked him. “I mean, you sound pretty different yourself.”

Jungkook felt his eye twitch. Was that a dig at him? Were you implying that he was being rude? Were you saying he was anything less than the kindest, best person in the world? He restrained himself from reaching over your desk and pulling your hair out, telling you how Namjoon always told him that he was the best person in the world. He wanted to tell you that you’d never compare to him in Namjoon’s eyes.

Instead of doing any of that, he decided it was better to just ask for his boyfriend. He had a few choice words that he wanted to have with him.

“So will you please tell me if my boyfriend is available?” he asked you, steering the conversation back to the original topic of conversation.

Your eyes widened. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon. In my surprise of meeting you for the first time, I forgot to tell you that he’s in a meeting right now. He should be done in…” You turned to check the clock on the wall. “...in just about ten minutes.”

You turned back to the man in front of you who stood there with a small pout that you were sure he didn’t realize was there and you observed the way his eyebrows scrunched slightly together. It was funny to see how his overly expressive face had changed so many times in the little amount of time that he’d come up to you. Clearly something was bothering this poor guy, so you tried to be as nice to him as you could. Though it only seemed to make him look even worse.

“You can wait for him in the sitting area over there or you could wait for Mr. Kim in his office.” You left it up to Mr. Jeon choose what he’d rather do, only for him to scoff slightly.

“I’ll wait for him in his office,” he answered curtly. He began to walk away and you turned back to your computer only for him to step back up to you. He pointed at the mug sitting beside yours. “Is this for Joonie?”

“Uh yeah.”

“I’ll take this to him.” He gave you another half smile and one last glance at your pretty face before finally entering Mr. Kim’s and taking the suffocating aura that was surrounding him with him. You sighed in relief. You hated having to deal with this job, but the paycheque wasn’t anything to scoff at, and so you settled back into your chair and hoped Mr. Kim would get here soon.

Namjoon found Jungkook sitting in his chair when he returned from his meeting on one of the lower floors of the building. His younger boyfriend sipping on a cup of coffee that he recognized was the one that you usually set out for him. He could see Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in disgust, as he continuously sipped loudly from his drink.

Namjoon could tell immediately that his beloved was in one of his moods. He knew that he had to get control of the situation, and quickly, especially if he didn’t want you to overhear whatever Kookie was upset about.

“Hi, love. What are you doing here?” Namjoon rounded the table to press a kiss against Jungkook’s temple as he continued to sip from his cup.

“They make some good coffee, huh? I see now why you’ve been rejecting my coffee now.” Jungkook got right to his point. His voice was cold and he refused to look at his boyfriend as he set down the now empty mug.

Namjoon sighed. “Don’t be like that. I was just being kind to them. I didn’t want to upset them by not accepting their coffee.” He pulled Jungkook up from the chair momentarily before sitting down in Jungkook’s place. He then smoothly pulled his boyfriend to sit down sideways on his lap. He rubbed his large hand up and down Jungkook’s back, trying to calm him down.

“Oh really?” Jungkook shoved Namjoon’s arm away from him. “‘Just being kind’? What about all the roses on their desk?! I saw the labels on them, they’re from Sirf Ek Phool! The same place you always get flowers for me!” Jungkook folded his arms against his chest, stopping himself from beating his fists against his boyfriend’s chest like he wanted to.

“Honey, that is just because they take such good care of me—”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Take care of you? Excuse me? Taking better care of you than me? Your boyfriend?! In which way is this assistant taking care of my boyfriend, hmm? Do I need to beat their ass?!” He began to push himself off Namjoon’s lap, eyes locked at the door with a barbaric look in his eyes.

Namjoon swiped a hand over his face, before pulling his boyfriend back into his chest, closer than he was before, his arms locking over his waist. “Love, you know that I love you more than anything else in the world. No other person could ever take your place. They are just very kind, I promise I’m not doing anything that would harm our relationship. I promise you.”

He pressed a kiss against Jungkook’s cheek, before pressing another against his jaw. He pulled a content sigh from Jungkook, and Namjoon knew instantly that he’d deescalated the situation. At least enough for Kookie not to go and murder his assistant. At least not right now.

“Why should I trust you?” Kookie let out softly in between whimpers as Namjoon nipped at his neck.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Namjoon said against his Adam's apple.

“Many, many times,” Jungkook replied.

Namjoon let out a half laugh against Jungkook’s shoulder, letting his forehead rest against him. “I guess I should clarify. When have I ever lied to you in a way that was bad for you?”

“Never.” Jungkook pulled Namjoon’s face to face him. “You always know what’s best, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.”

“Don’t be that way. I’m not asking you to be best friends with them or anything like that. Just give them a chance to be your friend.”

Jungkook thought for a second, thinking back to you sitting at your desk and your friendly nature. You weren’t that bad, and you were rather pretty… Ugh, couldn’t Namjoon just be clear with what he meant? Did he expect… more from you than just an assistant?

Jungkook’s bottom lip was jutted out in sadness, calling out to Namjoon with its plump red appearance. Namjoon was again taken aback by his boyfriend’s beauty and just how amazing he was for him. After all, look at him. Just a second ago, Jungkook was ready to beat up his assistant and now he was clutching Namjoon’s suit jacket’s lapels with a vulnerable look on his face. He looked so worried, waiting for Namjoon’s next words and his next course of action. Fuck, Namjoon loved that man.

He pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, letting the shorter man melt into his embrace. He could taste your signature coffee on Jungkook’s tongue which only made Namjoon push his tongue more eagerly in his mouth. The taste of your coffee and the love of his life together making his head spin in ecstasy. His brain painted a picture of what could come if he was able to make this whole thing work.

He knew what he wanted, and he knew he’d get it.

Don’t mistake him for being selfish, oh no. He wasn’t doing this just because he wanted you. It’s because he knew that in due time Jungkook will fall for you too. He knew he would. He wouldn’t have to push it, nor would he have to force it. You were perfect for the two of them, he’d figured that out in less than 8 months of you becoming his assistant after the last one quit. You were incredible and he knew that you were just Jungkook’s type. He knew Jungkook and he knew that in less than a month he’d be just as smitten with you as Namjoon was with you now. Actually, Namjoon knows that Jungkook would be even more in love with you than he was now.

And with Jungkook now in his arms, Jungkook’s hands gripping the sides of Namjoon’s neck possessively, his thumbs pushing into Namjoon’s jaw. The way that Jungkook had finished your whole cup of coffee leaving nothing for Namjoon to even get a taste of, and how Jungkook despite his furious expression had the slightest bit of a flush on his face when Namjoon had first walked in, he knew that Jungkook already was falling for you.

Namjoon pressed one final kiss to Jungkook’s lips before pulling away.

Jungkook had a blissed out expression on his face, a soft smile etched on his features as his eyes remained shut in happiness.

“Do you really hate them that much?” Namjoon asked Jungkook, watching him carefully.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, a blush slowly making its way up his neck. He turned to look to the side, revealing his bright red ears to Namjoon. Jungkook thought back to your sweet voice, your pretty face, your kind smile, and the coffee you had made that he couldn’t get enough of even as much as he had wanted to hate it. He turned to glance at the empty mug on the table that he wished would refill on its own.

He waited for a minute before: “No.”

“But no more ignoring my coffee, you still have to drink mine! And you have to say that mine's better than theirs” Jungkook added.

Namjoon smiled. Perfect, he knew this would be perfect. He knew just how perfectly you’d fit in with his little family. How you’d fit in Jungkook’s heart. He knew the both of you very well. He was proud.

Namjoon forced Jungkook to turn back to him before attacking him with kisses again.

You turned to see Mr. Jeon skipping out of Mr. Kim’s office. You expected him to go directly to the elevator because of his short attitude with you earlier, but he instead turned to stand in front of your table once again. Smiling down at you genuinely for the first time since he first walked into the room.

You waited for him to say something, but when he didn’t, you figured you should say something instead. “All done?” you asked.

Mr. Jeon just nodded his head, which only made the newly blossoming marks on his neck more visible to you. “I had a sip of the coffee you made Joonie, it was good.”

“Oh thank you,” you replied, a bit taken aback by his sudden change from his previous conduct from before Mr. Kim had shown up. Mr. Kim had given you a small nod in greeting before entering his office when you’d told him Mr. Jeon was waiting for him. Mr. Jeon must really love Mr. Kim for his personality to do such a 180 after seeing him for just half an hour.

Damn, is that what love does to a person?

“I would like to have a proper cup the next time I come visit Joonie.” Mr. Jeon looked down at you expectantly. He seemed to be looking for something deep within you and when you agreed to make him a cup the next time you saw him, he seemed to have found whatever he was looking for.

He smiled at you though a bit hesitant. He pulled a rose from one of the vases of your bouquets, twirling it between his fingers. He seemed to still be a bit stuck thinking of something, but then he was turning away from you. He pressed the button calling the elevator, before turning back at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/n. I hope we’re able to get to know each other more in the future.”

“Yes, of course!”

He waved the flower at you in goodbye before stepping into the elevator, flashing you one final bunny smile.

What an odd man.

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| in love and lore | four |

pairing: ateez x fem reader

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: some cursing, mentions of death and violence, slight suicidal thoughts, some yandere behavior

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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a/n: so, I may or may not be posting this part earlier than planned, but I had it done and all the love and support you guys send gives me lots of motivation to keep writing and I couldn’t wait to give you all more. it’s a bit lacking in the boys department again, but next chapter and onwards things will definitely be changing. hope you all enjoy! :)

| three | four | five |

You struggled to control the way your stomach rolled, raising a hand to your mouth to fight the wave of nausea that overtook you. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to turn away, to move, but your legs were glued to their spot and you found it impossible to tear your eyes away.

Her body had been sliced and torn in multiple places, but the cut along her stomach was what had truly done her in. With the amount of blood left pooling around her body, the likeliest cause of death was from blood loss, drawing her death out into a long and painful process. Her right hand was also coated, and though you first assumed it had been from trying to apply pressure and slow the majority of the bleeding from the stomach, the trail of blood that fell from the last letter of the message behind her to where her hand laid to rest when she died made you think otherwise. The thought of whoever had done this using her hand as a brush made you shiver, wondering if she had been forced to write the message as she slowly bled out.

The pigs will pay for their crimes.

The words repeated themselves in your mind, wondering why the phrase sounded so familiar. Your mind went to that night with Seonghwa from so long ago, wondering if it had been something he had said, before you realized it hadn't been him.

The pigs will pay for their crimes.

Pigs.

The world would be a better place without pigs like her contaminating it.

Yeosang.

It took all your self control to not throw up, another wave of nausea hitting you as the realization of what had happened hit you. The idea that it had been him, the boy who had treated you so kindly yesterday, who had done it, made you more sick than the scene before you. Because if you were right, and it was him who had done this, that meant you had a role in this woman's death too. It meant you were the reason she was now dead.

That's only if she gets around to filing it.

As your stomach rolled once more, you stumbled back a few steps, needing to get away. Panic clawed its way up your throat and you found your hands beginning to shake.

Yeosang. It had to have been him. As much as the thought made you sick, you knew it had to have been him. Everything was far too coincidental for it not to be. Though you hadn't understood at the time, he had seemed so angry by the woman's actions. An unbridled anger hidden beneath his easy smiles. The way his eyes had glittered darkly when he hinted at her never getting around to filing it, stating how he wished something would happen to her on her way home, had all but spoken the truth. She wasn't going to be making it home and he knew that. Knew that because he had fully planned on killing her before she did. The only question that remained was why. Why had he done it?

Because he wasn't the human he appeared. Because he was a daemon.

Now that you were here, it seemed so obvious. You had just been so infatuated with the way he had treated you, with the way he had looked at you, to stop for a second and think, really think, about how odd his behavior had been. The lie he had spun about being from the borders had only served to fit his narrative when his comments towards his own people had put you on edge. And if he lied about that? What else had lied about? The way the daemons would have treated you better? The way this new king was different? Or the way he had genuinely seemed to care for you? The way he had seemed to truly see you for who you were? The way he had called you beautiful?

The realization hurt you more than you cared to admit, cutting deep and adding to the pit forming in your stomach. Had anything he said been true? Or was it all a lie? Had it all just been a ruse to get you to drop your guard? Had it all been a ploy for him to pin the death on you? Simply because he saw you as a traitor to your people? Because he saw you as something not fit to be alive?

God, you hated how much the betrayal hurt. You didn't know him, but that did nothing to stop it from hitting you where it hurt the most. It didn't stop from shattering each and every hope he had built up inside you yesterday. That someone like you could actually be seen passed your halfbreed status. That someone like you could actually be cared for. That someone like you could actually be loved.

You fought to hold back the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes, stumbling your way back out from the growing crowd, desperate to get away.

What were you going to do? If the report wasn't enough to have you killed, this was. It wouldn't take long for the officials to show up at the scene and connect her death with the incident that had occurred between the two of you at the infirmary the day before. You may have had nothing to do with her death, but the evidence towards you was damning. Would they give you a chance to defend yourself? Or would they take what they were given? The citizens would demand justice for what had happened, leaving the council no choice but to find a scapegoat to put their minds back at ease. And with your connection to the murder, it was all the more likely they would use the coincidences that tied you to her as an excuse to rid the city of one more mutt.

The threat of a noose around your neck had you wanting to run once more, any relief you might have felt earlier had died alongside that woman. It was one thing to pay for something you had actually done. But this, this was something you had no part in. You wanted to run, to hide, to disappear before they had a chance to hang you for it.

But you couldn't. Even if you weren't fully aware running would only serve to make you look more guilty than you already were, you couldn't leave. Not without Soomin or Hyunwoo. Leaving might delay your own death, but it would come at the cost of their own. As much as you didn't want to die, you couldn't willingly put them at risk. You had already put them in harm's way as it was and you wouldn't be able to continue living as it was if your actions led to their deaths.

Your hands were still shaking when you reached the infirmary, body shivering as you passed by the spot you had stood with him the day before. Another painful reminder of how stupid you had been for trusting him. Of how stupid you had been for believing anything he had said. Of how stupid you had been for thinking he might have actually cared for you.

While the council had done their best to cover the crime up, word spread through the city like wildfire over the next few hours. The message written in her blood had been cleaned up shortly after you had left, but that hadn't stopped anyone from repeating it in hushed conversations. It was all everyone was talking about as they arrived for their shifts at the clinic, eyes shifting your direction when they saw you. Each of them were well aware of the incident that had occurred the day before, and had pinned the blame on you without any hesitation.

"I apologize for having to bother you while you're at work. I'm aware of how valuable your time is."

They showed up two hours into your shift, approaching you in the back where you had been busy trying to distract yourself with some brewing. You hadn't heard them come in, however, and the vial you had been holding slipped through your fingers when one of them spoke, shattering against the floor.

"Once again, I must apologize. We didn’t mean to startle you. Your supervisor said we were free to make our way back here." He offered you a sheepish smile when you apologized for the slip up, and you rushed for a broom to clean the mess up and prayed he didn't mistake your nerves for guilt. "Like I said, we're aware of how valuable your time is, but I'm afraid we can't let you get back to work until we've run through a few questions with you. So, if you wouldn't mind drinking this for us, we can get this done with as quickly as possible." His eyes seemed to glitter as he held out a glass vial towards you, the milky white coloring of the liquid swirling inside signaling you to its contents.

You didn't know whether to be relieved or not at the prospect of drinking the truth potion. On one hand it meant you could clear your name of the crime and prove you hadn't done it, but on the other, it could very well have you spilling other things you had done that were just as damning. It just all depended on which questions were asked.

"I believe you're already well aware of the murder that occurred some time in the night, is that correct?"

He began the interrogation once the contents of the potion were downed and the two of you were settled across from each other at a nearby table. You nodded in response, trying hard to steady your shaking hands and keep from fidgeting too much. Your interrogator seemed friendly enough for someone in his role, but his relaxed demeanor did little to help calm you, especially with the way his two guards glared at you from behind. It was obvious they had pinned the blame on you like the others and were just waiting for the moment when you would be forced to reveal your secrets to them.

"I need a verbal response from you, Miss l/n."

"Right, sorry," you gulped, nodding once more. The truth potion you had been given did prevent you from speaking anything but the truth, but it had little affect on anything other than verbal responses. You knew that. You had brewed hundreds of these potions before, after all, and had probably been the one to brew the one you just drank. The irony of it would have made you laugh if you weren't so panicked at the moment, the nerves coursing through you system making it difficult for you to find your voice. "Yes, I'm aware of the murder. I witnessed the body on my walk into work this morning."

"Good, thank you."

He offered you another smile, but the action only served to make you more off put by him rather than to comfort you. His demeanor felt odd, and was vastly different from the security officers you had worked with before. It was less accusatory and more relaxed, as though this was all just a game for him. As though he couldn't care less whether you were actually convicted or not. The grin he kept sending your way was almost playful, and didn't quite match the typical gruff exterior of the officers you had been around. Whether this was normal for him or not, it was hard to tell. But it seemed to you that even his guards seemed a bit put off by his actions, their eyes continually shifting back and forth between the two of you.

"Now, the victim was the mother of one of the councilmen at Yuchae, a Hak Seongmin. Have you ever had any run-ins with Ms. Hak before her death?"

"Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting her the day before here in the clinic." As much as you didn't want to talk about what had happened, the words fell off your tongue with an ease that frustrated you. You knew the incident would only serve to throw suspicion in your direction, but it was impossible for you to stop yourself once the first word rolled off your tongue. "She had started a commotion with one of the other healers, so I went over to try and deescalate the situation which only resulted in her getting angry with me."

"Interesting," he hummed, leaning forward in his seat and resting his chin in his hand. "And what happened during this exchange?"

"She claimed I was trying to poison her, but that wasn't, isn't, true. I would never try to poison anyone." You shook your head, wanting to stop talking, but the question had only prompted you to keep going. And the more you tried to fight the potion working its way through your system, the worse it was going to get for you. "She ended up slapping me before she left and threatened to report both myself and one of the other half-daemon healers I work with."

"So you killed her to get your revenge, isn't that right?" The guard on your left sneered, a haughty smile peeking through as the conversation turned the direction he wanted it to.

You shook your head, a new hint of desperation in your tone. "No, I swear it wasn't me. I didn't kill her."

"You lying bi-"

"Chang, that's enough." The interrogator raised his hand, signaling the guard to stop when your response only triggered him to start some nonsense of you lying. "We all saw her drink the potion, so we all know she's telling the truth. It would be impossible for her to say anything else, so please, let me do my job and ask the questions here. She may not have killed Ms. Hak, but she may know who did." He raised his brow at the guard, as though daring him to speak up and rebuke his statement, but the guard simply threw another nasty look in your direction, blaming the reprimand he had just received on you. "Good, so you had a bit of an altercation with Ms. Hak while you were at work yesterday. What did you do when she left?"

"The lead healer on duty thought it would be best if I returned home for the day. This wasn't the first time something like that had happened yesterday with the amount of refugees coming in who aren't used to half-daemons, so I went home."

"And did you leave your house in between the time you went home from work and when you left this morning to come back in?"

"No, I was at home with my siblings the entire night. None of us ever left until this morning to go back to work."

"And I know our friend over here has already asked this, but I'm going to need to ask it one last time just for the official records. Did you kill Ms. Hak?"

"No. I didn't kill her."

"Do you have any inclination of who might have wanted her dead? Anyone who showed signs of having an allegiance with the daemons?"

And there it was. The question you had been dreading.

You had been expecting it, but you still felt your breath hitch when it finally came. It was easy enough for you to prove your innocence towards this crime, you had just done it, but it was impossible for you to not share your earlier revelations with the officer if this question was asked. After all, you had more than a sneaking suspicion of who the killer had been.

You were almost certain it had been Yeosang who had killed her. And though his actual motive behind the crime had been less clear to you, you had no doubt it had been him. It was all too coincidental for it to not have been him. His threats towards the woman had been damning enough, but his use of referring to humans as pigs had been what had tied it all together for you. Only daemons were prideful enough to refer to humans as something so unclean.

In your initial panic, you had been sure his motive had been sinister, sure he had killed her to pin the blame on you and rid the world of one more mutt, but as time went on and your emotions began to reign themselves back in, you weren't so sure. In some ways it did make sense. He had lied about who he was, so there was no telling what else he had been lying about, but the explanation didn't clear everything up. As much as you were certain he had used you in that moment - he was a daemon, after all - you couldn't shake the sincerity in his eyes when he had first taken you in. It had been impossible for him to fully hide his hatred towards the woman who had threatened you, but when it came to you, he had shown nothing but care and compassion. The way his fingers had trailed across your cheek had been so terribly gentle that you couldn't see how he was just acting in that moment.

And for just a second, you had allowed yourself to contemplate another scenario. One where her death hadn't been an act against you, but one for you.

It was crazy. Absolutely insane. But what if it was true? What if he had killed her because she had harmed you? Because she had threatened your life?

You had always assumed the daemons had lied when they claimed they had no intention of harming you, including when they had gone so far as to offer you protection. You had been certain it was all a lie because their general, this Seonghwa, had ultimately attacked you in the end and marked you as a traitor to your own people. At least, that was how you had seen it all before. But now. Now you weren't so sure.

The only way things started to line up in a way that made sense was when you finally allowed yourself to consider the option the daemons weren't lying, at least not when it came to your safety. That maybe, just maybe, they had been telling the truth when they had claimed no harm would come to you. They were well aware you were someone on the other side now, so maybe their intention of unmasking you was so they really could protect you from themselves when the war came to an end. By marking you with the king's sigil, they were risking possibly exposing you as a traitor to the humans, but it must have been a risk they were willing to take when they had spies on the other side. This was why the voice from that first night back home had told you there was no need to be afraid. It was why he had said they would make sure you remained safe because they had people who could protect you from your own side now that they knew who you were. All this you had come to with little hesitation because it did, in a way, make sense. You had saved the lives of their soldiers, saved the life of one of their generals, so they had gone and returned the favor just like they said they would.

It was the way they had gone about saving your life among a few other minute details that left you so unnerved by the prospect.

Your first concern was the voice that had spoken to you inside your head. You had chalked it up to exhaustion in the beginning, not quite wanting to face the truth of it, but now you were left with little other choice. After the events of the past few days, you knew this voice was no figment of your imagination. Who the voice might have been and how they were doing it, though, was still unknown to you.

Your first thought had been Seonghwa. He had been the one who had started all this, but the voice hadn't sounded like him. And it didn't sound like Yeosang either, so then who? The daemon king? That was the only other possible solution you could come up with, but the idea of it being him who had spoken to you was so improbable and insane, you had tossed it out the moment it had crossed your mind. The voice might have said that anyone who harmed you would face the daemon king's wrath, but that didn't mean he was the one who had said it to you. Because why would the daemon king hold any interest in you? Why would he want anything to do with someone of your kind? Of your status?

And yet, despite who had actually said it, the threat had still rang true. Here was a woman who had not only threatened your life, but also raised a hand against you, and she was struck dead by an agent of the king in less than a day. You liked to think it was a coincidence. Wanted to think it was nothing more than a coincidence, but you knew better than that. Her death had not been an accident. It had not been an act committed to strike fear into the humans' hearts. And it hadn't been an act to spite you as a halfbreed. Her death had come because she had threatened you. Because she had hurt you.

As much as the idea should have comforted you in knowing they were being sincere in their offer of keeping you safe and alive throughout the remainder of the war, you felt the complete opposite. You hadn't liked the woman. Hell, perhaps a small part of you had even wished she would die, but you never actually wanted her to die for what she had done. And not only was she now dead, but you were the whole reason for it. Unknowingly or not, you had played a role in her death and now a part of her blood rested on your hands just as much as the one who had killed her.

It was hard to tell which scenario made you feel worse. On one hand, the idea that Yeosang might have not actually used you, that a part of him had actually cared for you, filled you with a warmth that came back much too quickly for your liking. But on the other, the fact he had willingly killed her for something so small left you shivering with disgust and fear. For if they killed her for something as small as a threat of a report, what else would they do? Who else would they kill? How much blood would they taint your hands with? There were thousands of people who hated you. Hundreds of people who mistreated you. Would they kill each and every one of them?

And yet, despite it all, you still dreaded giving Yeosang up. He had lied to you - what all about, you still weren't sure. He was a daemon. He had killed that woman, and yet, giving him up was something you didn't think you could do. At least not willingly.

You knew how important the information was, knew telling them a daemon spy was in the city wrecking mayhem all because of you was important information, but you didn't want to give it up. Whether this was simply because you were terrified of the repercussions it might have or whether you knew doing it would reveal yourself or cause Yeosang to come after you next. Or whether it was because a part of you thought he might have still held a semblance to the man who had been so terribly kind to you, you didn't know. You just wished it hadn't came to this moment right here, where you were left with no choice but to give him up.

"I...I-"

Before any of the information you had been dreading to speak could come out, your mouth promptly closed. And while under normal circumstances this might have relieved you, the fact it had not been yourself who had just closed it left you with the opposite reaction. If it wasn't for the fact you no longer seemed to have control of the rest of your body as well, you were pretty sure the panic that had exploded inside you in that moment would have been showing a lot more on the outside.

"No, sir. I have no idea who might have done such a thing." The lie, that you said, but had definitely not been said on your own volition, rolled off your tongue with an ease that should have been impossible. "I haven't seen anyone who might have wanted to harm her, but have you ever stopped to think this might not have been a murder?" You tried to stop the words from coming out, but nothing you did would stop yourself. "Have you stopped to think that maybe she had been the spy herself and played a part in her murder to start a panic?"

"You think Ms. Hak did this to herself?" The interrogator leaned forward in his seat once more, interested in whatever nonsense you - or more so, whoever was currently controlling you - were spouting.

Relax, angel. I'm going to get you through this.

You tensed as the voice spoke inside your head once more, a clear sign that whoever was doing this to you was also the daemon who had spoken to you in your head that first night. But while you inwardly screamed at him to stop what he was doing right then and there and that you didn't need nor want his help, he didn't seem to hear. Either that, or he just didn't care.

Please, just relax for me, will you, pretty? It makes it much easier for me when you aren't actively trying to fight me for control.

"The woman had just come from Yuchae, right? Perhaps something had happened to her there that caused her death last night and not something that had happened here."

And though you wanted to keep fighting him, terrified by the power this unknown daemon had over you, there was nothing you could do to stop him. All you could do was sit there, powerless in your own body, and let him do whatever it was he wanted.

There you go, angel. Nice and easy, see? Just a little longer and it'll all be over. Let me get you out of this, okay, pretty? Let me help you.

"Daemons have all sorts of strange and terrifying powers, especially the Seven. Perhaps she had a run in with one of them in Yuchae that caused this incident to occur. And perhaps the reason why she created the commotion in the infirmary with me yesterday was to simply throw suspicion away from the idea that the daemons truly were the ones behind it and pin it on us, half-daemons."

"Tell me you don't actually believe this bullsh-" The guard from before started once more, unable to keep his mouth shut a second time. But the interrogator stopped him before he could finish his statement.

"Weirder things have happened before," he replied, but there was a strange sort of smile on his face. One that neither of his colleagues could see but was on full display for you. "Besides, she's only speaking about what she believes to have happened. You might be right and this is nothing more than nonsense, but I think we can safely assume she had nothing to do with Ms. Hak's murder, don't you agree?"

It was then that you finally took notice of the pressure in your chest. It didn't feel quite as hollow as it normally did, mimicking a similar feeling to the one Yeosang's presence had brought you the day before. You had just been so panicked beforehand, that you hadn't noticed the way it seemed to thrum before him. Your eyes widened as you took the officer's appearance in once more, the realization of what this might have meant hitting you at the teasing smile he suddenly sent your way.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, taking note of your reaction and tilting his head. The playful demeanor felt so strange and foreign in the body of the man before you, but there was no mistaking it. He was a daemon just like Yeosang. Or... was he simply Yeosang in disguise again?

Nope, try again, angel.

The voice that spoke in your head this time was different than the one before, and based on the way the man's eyes glittered deviously in your direction all but confirmed it had been him who had said it despite his voice not matching the one that had just rung in your mind. Not only did he speak with a different lilt in his accent, but the voice was younger, sweeter.

"You're-" you started once you found you had your voice back, but the other daemon must have still been observing the scene and quickly shut your moth before you could say anything damning about either of them. "No, sir. I'm just still a bit shaken at the idea a daemon could be hiding amongst us without us even realizing it."

"Well, if that's all then, I'd say we're finally done here." The man winked at you as he stood up, all but confirming the conclusion you had come to seconds earlier. "Have a great rest of your day, Miss l/n, but do us a favor and try and stay away from trouble, will you, angel?"

"You're just going to let the mutt go?" The guard asked, face incredulous as he started you down. "The victim was going to report her and she dies on her way home before the report could be filed. The bitch knows something and we both know it."

"What part of this conversation did you not understand, Chang? Or are you just that big of an idiot?" The interrogator's shoulders tensed at the outburst, eyes darkening as he turned to face him. "She told us everything she knows. The girl says she didn't have anything to do with the murder, and we can safely assume she's telling the truth since it would be impossible for her to tell us otherwise."

"Park's right. The whole situation seems a bit too coincidental if you ask me, but we all saw her drink the potion. The girl is innocent. It must have just been a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time." The other guard butted in, rolling her shoulders out. "We've got a long day in front of us as it is and I would really like to be home in time for dinner. Let's not waste any more time here than we have already."

Chang seemed like he wanted to rebuke both of their statements, but kept his mouth shut. Instead, his eyes seemed to bore into your still seated figure, and you didn't doubt he would have acted out his frustration if the two of you had been alone. However, he was left with no choice but to follow the other two officers out as the interrogator grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled him out of the room.

The second the door swung shut behind them, your head collapsed inside your hands and a shaky breath escaped your lips. Full control of your body may have been given back to you, but the lingering feeling of his presence left you terrified. Much more terrified than anything you had felt during the actual interrogation from the humans. Or, well, the daemon, really. And doubt you had felt towards his true nature had been tossed out the window the moment he had spoken to you inside you head.

Once again, you were left with little relief from escaping the interrogation with your life intact, filled with the all too familiar feeling of confusion and fear. You were once again at a complete loss on what had just happened or why it had happened. It might have helped solidify the conclusion you had slowly come to in that the daemons were following through with their promises, but why? Why did they put so much effort into protecting you? Sure, you had saved many of their lives, but why go through so much trouble to make sure you didn't die on them in the meantime? Why were there daemons speaking to you in your mind? And who was that first daemon? How had he gotten access to your mind and how had he taken control of your body?

You scoured your brain for the answers, scrambling to remember anything from that night so many weeks ago. Whatever had happened that night held the answers you yearned for, but time had long since glossed the memories over. No matter how hard you racked your mind for answers, the conversation you had held with the general was long gone. Only fragments now remained. None of which helped you now.

Whether it was the interrogation that left you so shaken or the daemons that haunted your mind, you struggled to focus on your work once they were done with you. With tensions between humans and your kind higher than ever due to the death of Ms. Hak, you were forced into the back rooms to brew. But while potion brewing had always served as a way to help relax and distract you, it was different this time. Nothing you did helped to calm your racing mind and you found yourself making mistakes more often than not. And when you had messed up your third potion for the day by miscounting the number of stirs and forced to throw the contents out and start afresh, Suho finally sent you home once again with orders to get some rest and try again tomorrow.

You attempted to fight him on the matter again, but ultimately knew he was right. You may have been the best healer in the city, but you were useless to them in your current mindset. Stocks were low as it was and you couldn’t afford to waste any more. For the first time in a long time you felt utterly useless.

Hak Seongmin was dead because of you. Because you had failed to deescalate the commotion. Because you had been too caught up in the incident to use your brain and act accordingly. And despite the daemons playing a role in this mess, you were only still alive because of them. If they hadn’t stepped in, you would likely find yourself at death’s door after being forced to reveal your deepest and darkest secrets. And now you couldn’t even brew potions any more. The one thing in life you prided yourself on, and you couldn’t even do it. You were the person the city, no, the humans, leaned on when it came to healing, and it had come down to the point you were more useful at home doing nothing.

Was there even a point to try and stay alive anymore? Was there any purpose of continuing to fight the death that seemed to cling to you? You didn’t know anymore, and wondered if it would be easier on everyone if you just allowed yourself to succumb to the fate you had chosen for yourself when you had attempted to play hero and donned yourself as the Black Angel.

The sudden twist of your thoughts scared you, and you did your best to push them back, ashamed at even thinking about it. None of it was true. You knew that, but knowing it and believing it were two different things. And despite knowing your life was still something worth fighting for, it was becoming harder to actually believe it when the thought of succumbing to your fate was so much easier. It wasn’t like anyone would care if you died. In fact, your death might actually be celebrated. One less mutt to worry about. One less mutt contaminating the city.

You shook your head, doing your best to shake the lies away. People would care. Soomin and Hyunwoo would care. Your emotions were just getting the better of you. You were just letting your fear dictate your thoughts.

With the sudden turn your thoughts had taken, you quickly learned being at home was no better than being at work, and in some ways, it was worse. Both of your siblings were still out at work, leaving the house all to yourself for the afternoon. The privacy and alone time had used to be something you craved, but found the silence suffocating this time around. All it did was leave you alone with your thoughts, the very thing you had been trying to escape all along.

When even sleep escaped your grasp, you decided the best thing to do was to go out. It was beginning to be dangerous leaving yourself all alone, and hoped a walk and some fresh air would help alleviate your racing mind and quell the darker thoughts that had began to take root. Grabbing the cloak you had yet to fix since that night, you pulled the hood over your head as you made your way out the door, hoping for enough anonymity to prevent anyone from bothering you. The few hours you had spent in the clinic had been enough to show you the outcome the woman’s death had caused, and while you had thought the day before had been rough, it was nothing compared to what you had faced today. Nearly every human who had laid eyes on you had some sly comment to make towards you, whether it was to your face or just loud enough to make sure you overheard. It didn’t matter you had since been proven innocent. The guilt was still placed upon you.

You had no specific destination in mind as you walked, sticking to the less traveled paths as you went. The cool, autumn air helped to calm your mind some, but even it couldn’t distract you fully. No one paid much mind to you as you went, one of the runes Soomin had stitched into the fabric of your cloak made you less likely to be seen, even in the daylight, and you could hear the rumors floating around. Last night’s murder was on everyone’s mind and rumors about what it meant flew through the air.

Some thought it nothing more than a terrible prank, a murderer who had used the growing threat of the daemons to throw the scent off his trail. Others took it for what it was: a sign of what was to come. That once the city of Yuchae finally fell against the daemon forces assaulting it, they would move on to Maehwa. And some, though these were in the minority, were close to the truth. That it was a sign the battle for Maehwa had already come. That daemons had already infested the city and Ms. Hak’s death was a sign of the death and destruction that was to come in the following days.

You, on the other hand, knew none of these rumors and speculations were the whole truth. Perhaps her death did hold a promise of the battle that was coming and that daemons were already in the city, but none of that was why she had been killed. She had died because she had dared to raise a hand against you, an action that had caused her to be on the receiving end of their wrath. Why, you still couldn’t quite figure it out, and just prayed no one else succeeded in following her lead. You didn’t want any more blood on your hands than there already was.

The sun had begun to set by the time you decided it would be best if you returned home. While the walk had answered none of the questions running through your head, it had helped to calm you down a bit and allow the exhaustion from the lack of sleep you had gotten the night before to finally catch up with you.

You were only about halfway back when a bell began to echo throughout the streets, stopping you in your path altogether. The fear you had attempted to push away came back in full force as the bells which served as a warning for coming danger began to ring throughout the city.

The daemons had finally arrived. Maehwa was under attack.

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eirian · 2 months

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yall ready for a gender journey post..

so yall could probably guess i grew up a cis girl. i didnt start questioning my gender until high school after i broke up with my first boyfriend which kind of freed me up to explore my identity as my own person for the first time. around age like 16 was when i first started identifying as trans, and at the time that meant a binary trans guy

after a couple years of getting comfortable exploring my gender i decided hey maybe im actually not a binary trans guy but instead nonbinary. still transmasc and guy leaning but not quite all the way anymore. this became a trend for the next loooong while, getting closer to the androgynous part of the spectrum as time went on

then in recent years (maybe about 5 years ago ish) i started to lean more towards femininity. this is significant for me because growing up i was always opposed to it--i hated wearing dresses, i hated putting on makeup, anything "girly" appalled me and i didnt know why. i ended up thinking its because i WASNT a girl, and thats why i was so uncomfortable with everything to do with being a girl. i rejected it so hard because it just wasnt me.

after living with eden for a while i got even more comfortable exploring the feminine part of myself. i started wearing dresses and skirts and actually ENJOYED it; i started painting my nails and wearing earrings again; i even grew my hair out to my shoulderblades (yeah thats where its at now LOL). ive even started using she/her alongside they/them. and im actually enjoying these things??? it feels like after all these years im finally able to reclaim them because i feel like im finally able to be comfortable with my gender--how my gender feels to ME, not to everyone else.

that was the problem when i was growing up--i was trapped in everyone else's perception of my gender and what it "should" be. i was trapped into a box that was made by everyone else's idea of what i SHOULD look like, what i SHOULD wear, what i SHOULD act like, etc. and it took me until age 26 to fully realize that my gender is what i want it to be, not what everyone else wants.

i dont have to be a guy to want facial hair and a flat chest and a low voice. loving pink and dresses and cute things and makeup and jewelry doesnt inherently mean im a girl. pronouns, features, clothes, even names dont inherently mean youre one gender or another. your gender is defined by you and only you and nobody should be able to put you into a box and define your gender for you.

..having said all this, im starting to explore my gender further, and im slowly coming to the POSSIBLE conclusion that i might come back around to being cis (albeit gnc). nothing would really change about me except the label tbh. if i do end up coming to that conclusion i will be very bummed about leaving the trans community, but i wont feel any less attached to it, as ive spent literally half my life as part of it. i understand what its like to be trans and to love myself as my most authentic self, and thats why im considering this possiblity!

identifying as a lesbian kind of pushed me in this direction as well--i cant remember the last time i felt truly comfortable and happy with a label regarding my orientation.. like ya damn. maybe i am a girl who likes girls LOL. it just feels right and natural for me personally??? its crazy. i love women. if youre a woman i love you no matter the flavor. i love my wife more than all of you though sorry <3

but god please dont take this as me being like "oh trans people just need to get comfortable with their gender and theyll realize theyre cis" that is a bullshit take and i am not saying that. this is strictly my own experience and journey! i am 100% not speaking for every trans person and you shouldnt either.

but ya. dan cis era???? we'll see. no official statement just yet but i just wanted to let yall know where im at in my ~gender journey~. until i confirm anything please still view me as a nonbinary girlthing! <3

#i have to reiterate i am KEEPING the name dan saiyan. and my facial hair and deep voice #like i said. these things do not mean anything irt my gender. they are just part of me #if i say im a cis woman and i have facial hair and the name dan then thats what cis looks like for me <3 #i honestly feel free as hell. im defining my gender for myself now and its the most powerful feeling in the world

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legitalicat · 2 months

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Out of Time

Chapter 6 - "I'll Beg You Nice from my Knees"

AN: I am so sorry this took so long, I have had some medical testing done and had some health episodes so I couldn't dedicate as much time as I wanted to with this chapter. I hope you like it! This dedication has been removed. Also the title is a line from "All I Wanted" by Paramore cause that song went through my mind a lot during this chapter. In another life, reader would be with Erryk.

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Summary: Three weeks. That is how long it took Y/N to get any of the men back in her company after the horrific dinner. She didn't spend the entire time angry, though. She just didn't understand what she did to make them avoid her. All she wanted was to have them.

TW: A lot of reflection on the Driftmark incident, a lot of anger, vaginal fingering, mentions of substance use, mentions of violence, angst, talks of injury, character death of sorts but in the past and not anyone major, profanity, Aemond being dirty af

Relationship: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, talks of Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader, talks of Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon!Reader, Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (not explicit but realized it's a thing)

Word Count: 4.8k

Mother and Alicent had come to help escort me back to my room after the dinner. Ser Erryk provided the physical support I needed while they were providing me some emotional. It was nice to be with them and not be expected to say anything about the dinner.

Time began to pass in a blur in a way that made me unable to distinguish the days from one another. I was aware of Mother and Alicent both agreeing, given how hurt I still was, that the homecoming feast should wait a few weeks. It was fine with me, as I did not want to even have a feast to begin with. The mornings were spent in the dragon pit with the children.

The five of them loved that I went with them. The keepers helped me to bring Vhaela out so that the two of us could get reacquainted while the kids learned with an adult dragon. It was always nice to spend time with her. Feeding her was one of my favorite things. She was so proud of herself when she blew fire to cook the meat provided she always looked to me for approval.

And in the evenings, I soothed my aches with a warm bath and biscuit. That part was nice too. Something about feeling the water wash over me as the fuzziness took over my brain allowed me to truly relax.

Well, as relaxed as I could be when neither of the men that declared my hand was theirs came to speak with me. At first, I would’ve only accepted them talking to me to apology for making a scene. Aemond and Jacaerys truly could not get past the stupid competition they alone create, and that had caused such a fuss so many times.

Then morning came and I just hoped one of them would at least come to check on me. Hours passed by that day and still neither came to find me. Even after sending my new handmaid, a young girl named Elayna Tyrell, to bring them to me, they did not come. Why were they avoiding me?

Though what made less sense was how Aegon avoided me. Correction. How he avoided me during my conscious hours was what didn’t make sense. I could tell by the way my pillow smelled of him that he would lay beside me as I slept. Knowing him he probably held me.

After it became several days without sight of any of them, I began to deflate. And then it became nearly three weeks. What did I do wrong?

Mother and Alicent were with me as the Maester were doing their daily examination. It was how I started most of my days. Mother and Alicent would bring breakfast to me and they sat with me until the exam was finished.

“Any pain the last few days?” he asked as he ran his fingers along my ribs.

“No. I have not needed to use the biscuits for physical pain, only at night to ease me to sleep,” I said to him. It no longer felt painful or inconvenient to move. My busted lip had healed. Finally I felt like myself.

“Any memories or visions further than what we’ve discussed?” he asked me quietly, so low that Mother and Alicent would not hear.

That was a more complicated matter. Every night I dreamt of being in complete darkness, only for the small red vial to turn up and be the only light source. I would walk towards it. Hours could pass and I would only be just approaching it, when a woman would appear just as it had.

This woman was devastatingly beautiful. Her hair and eyes looked to be made of flames, contrasting greatly against her pale skin. If one could imagine the ideal woman’s body, I believe they would imagine this woman. Full breasts yet an otherwise slender figure, the way any man preferred his whores. She constantly wore robes that matched the red of her hair and eyes. And around her neck laid a golden choker embedded with rubies.

This was not a woman I had memory of ever seeing. Believe me when I say she was so beautiful I know I would remember her. Her haunting my dreams every night was enough to make me certain of that.

None of that was new. What was, however, was her speaking. She would reach out, taking the vial in her hand, only to offer it to me while saying the words, “Gūrogon bisa skori ao jaelagon naejot sagon lenton.” It was Valyrian, and roughly translated to, “Take this when you want to go home.”

Only telling the Maester of this woman felt the best way to go about it. If Mother knew, she would tear the whole Kingdom brick from brick until she found this woman. I could not predict anyone else’s response nor did I really want to think about it.

“Nothing I am certain of,” I responded, which only garnered a nod.

He stepped away from my body and turned to Mother. “She is as healed as she can be. The damage done to her bones may always be there. You can feel an indent in the fifth and sixth ribs, where I suspect the bones ended together.”

“That will not affect her further?” Alicent asked him, speaking for Mother.

My jaw tightened. While I was not entirely sure what was going on between them, I was not a huge fan. Alicent speaking for Mother, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, as though she still had any right. How was it fair or possible that Alicent got to sit at the side of the Iron Throne for so long?

“No, Your Grace,” he said to Alicent before turning to look to me. “Though I would recommend caution. Bones once broken could be easier to break.”

“Luckily I have no plans of being further beaten or tortured,” I muttered, earning a sharp look from Mother. “Sorry.”

I thought it was hilarious. Though I always thought I was funnier than those around me. Jace found me funny.

“And what is your opinion on me flying?” I asked him. I was aware how eager I sounded.

“I see no reason to restrict you further,” he said.

Whatever else was said between Mother, Alicent, and the Maester was lost on me. Slipping behind the partition, I pulled on my riding dress.

It belonged to Mother when she was young, before the way her body changed with pregnancy. It was a simple black with grey fastenings. A slit ran up the middle of the skirt so that while standing it appeared to be a normal skirt, yet it parted when I would be mounted on Vhaela. Black scale accents adorned the shoulders and the lower quarter of the sleeves. The fabric was heavy, helping avoid any chill.

I did not do anything particularly special with my hair. The front section on either side, less than an inch, got pulled back away from my face into a small braid. With that, I was ready.

When I stepped out from behind the partition, the Maester was gone. Thank the gods.

“I do not think you should go flying yet,” Mother told me as she stood from her chair.

“You cannot stop me,” I said firmly.

“Y/N” she said, beginning to explain her reasoning.

“No. No. I have been reasonable and compliant this entire time. You two want to play house and pretend the past did not happen, and I have not spoken a word. You both prepare a grand feast that will happen in two days time and I accept it without argument despite not wanting it. Being poked and prodded by the Maester every morning before I even have finished my breakfast has been irritating to no end but still I stayed silent,” I said, feeling a fire build up inside of me. “I went eighteen years, waiting for a dragon while all my brothers’ eggs hatched! Aegon and Helaena had a dragon before I could even form a thought! Even Aemond had Vhagar by the time he was ten! And yet I only had weeks with Vhaela before five years was stolen from me!”

“Rhaenyra, she has a point,” Alicent said to her, taking her hand. The way Mother relaxed made me freeze.

That was what it was. Why Mother allowed Alicent a seat, even still. Why Mother had clung to the idea of the Alicent of their girlhood, even when Alicent was a nightmare. They were in love.

“You would need to chain me in the black cells to keep from her,” I whispered, stepping forward to take her hands in my own. “I am not leaving. I am not disappearing. But Vhaela more than anything is my birthright as a Targaryen.”

She looked between me and Alicent. I could see the thoughts brewing in her mind, trying to find a way to convince both of us to keep me here. Yet, I was my mother’s daughter, blood of the dragon. There was nothing keeping me where I did not want to be.

“Take Aemond or Jace with you,” she instructed me.

Despite not wanting to give them more opportunity to ignore me, I did not want to keep arguing with Mother. Any fight between Targaryens could turn explosive rather quickly. It is why I am grateful that there was no war for Mother’s crown. Had there been, I imagine our entire family would be gone, if not the entire kingdom.

Without another word, I left the room. Erryk was immediately by my side. His presence was comforting, as I found in recent weeks he was my greatest company. And in truth, he wasn’t a bad looking man either. If he hadn’t taken the oath preventing him from taking a wife, I may have said screw the other three and just chosen him.

“Where are we headed, Princess? I assume the Dragon Pit?” he asked as we walked. He looked me up and down, giving a small smile at my attire.

“First we need to find either Jace or Aemond,” I muttered.

“You have not desired to see them for a while now. What’s changed?” he asked me.

“I have been permitted to fly again. Mother, however, insists I take one of the two of them,” I explained. He said nothing else.

As we walked, I knew where both men would be. Aemond would most likely be in the training yard. Despite having been a very accomplished swordsman by his sixteenth nameday, he continued training just as obsessively as before. And Jace? On days like today, where the sun was hidden just enough to avoid hurting one’s eyes but glimmered through the clouds like a treasure waiting to be found, he liked to go down to the shoreline and watch the boats.

My heart pulled me in two different directions. Jace was who my head told me I should want. He truly had been my other half. There was no way I could ever exist without him. Yet still he stayed away. He was the type of person to use the silent treatment as a punishment. Whenever I had made him angry, he would go long bouts of time without saying a thing to me. The longest he went was three months.

Yet Aemond felt like who I wanted to spend time with the most. He was who I wanted to make see my side of things. These last few weeks had driven me crazy because he had refused to come to me. He had never stayed far from my side for more than a few hours if we were in the same place.

My heart decided I needed Aemond. I needed him like one needs to breathe. It felt as though without him life did not make sense.

Instead of turning right at the end of the corridor to leave through the main doors of the Keep, I turned left. It was the fastest way to the training yard. Well, actually, from my room there was a secret corridor hidden behind this dragon statue that lead directly to the training yard, with a few offshoots to get to other rooms around the Keep. But given the fact I don’t want many people knowing about it, including Erryk, it was smarter for me to take this way.

“You look well, Princess,” Erryk commented as we passed several members of Court.

Members of Court were lords and ladies who came from houses that felt they deserved to live among us, yet were evidently unimportant enough that they could abandon their holdings to play dress up with royals. In truth they disgusted me as a general rule. What bothered me was not that they were not royalty, I truthfully couldn’t care less about birth status. No, it bothered me that they would so carelessly abandon their duties at their own homes to come and live in mine.

Perhaps if they just were happy to live here it would not be so terrible. Yet, they would eat the food we had and take the benefits of being a member of court to live lavish lifestyles, all while spreading rumors of our lives. I did not like liars. I did not like people who benefit from lies they spread.

That’s not to say all members of Court were bad. When I was little I had a handmaid named Tarla Greyjoy who was absolutely lovely. She was kind to me, got along with the rest of my family without trying to insert herself into relationships. She didn’t try to get Jacaerys to marry her instead of me like some girls did. And most importantly, she was a very good secret keeper.

She had died when she was thirteen and I was fourteen. We had been sailing to Driftmark so that Jace and I could visit our grandparents, and naturally I had her with me. I didn’t know how scared she was of storms. We sailed right into one and in a panic, she slipped on the deck. To this day I don’t really understand, but she fell in such a way that her neck broke and she died instantly. I was inconsolable for days. She had been my friend for nearly ten years, stood by my side every day during that time. I missed her dearly, but if I gave her too much thought it resulted in a crippling panic attack.

When we stepped out into the training yard, it was not a surprise to see Aemond. He moved gracefully with every swing of his sword. It was like watching Caraxes do his mating dance for Syrax in a way. Which if I were honest sounds a lot dorkier than it was.

He didn’t notice me at first, I don’t think. He was solely focused on his opponent, who I vaguely recognized as another member of Court. The opponent came from a lesser house, I think House Redwyne, and those types of men always liked the chance to get close as possible to us. They also always liked to flirt with Helaena and I to try to make us fall in love and get all gooey when we see them so they can improve their station.

With a swift jab of the sword’s pommel into the shoulder from Aemond, the Redwyne lordling stumbled. In mere seconds, Aemond swept his legs out from under him then held the tip of the sword to his throat. I couldn’t help but to smirk.

Aemond hadn’t used wooden swords to train since about a year after he lost his eye. He said there was no joy for him in it if there was no danger in it. To me, it always sounded like he secretly wished to be injured again.

Mother allowed me to stay by his side for a month after the incident in Driftmark. That month was the worst time of his life, I think. He had to begin to relearn everything before he had even stopped feeling pained from his injury. His depth perception was completely off which hindered his ability to feed himself, to traverse the Keep by himself, or really do much of anything.

He was angry, too, angrier than I had ever seen him. He was angry at my brothers, my mother, his mother, even the gods could’ve feared his wrath. Yet, I was the one person spared his anger, and all he wanted was for me to stay by his side. His reasoning?

That night on Driftmark, I told the truth. That Aemond had woken me up to share with me the chance to claim Vhagar. That when he got back from his inaugural flight, Rhaena was angered by his claim on Vhagar. That her and Baela’s anger caused them to attack Aemond. That he pushed me out of the way before defending himself. Then my brothers jumped in, and eventually it became all of them beating Aemond.

I think what really sealed it that night, at least for Aemond and especially for Alicent, was that I confirmed it was Jace who had brought the knife. He was the one to introduce it.

Jace filled in the words. How Aemond was vicious and violent in his words. That Aemond had called my brothers bastards. Which Jace made sure to glare at me that night as he said that, as to remind me that meant Aemond called me a bastard. And he made sure to point out that Luke only did that to protect his family. Completely ignoring the fact that Aemond was family.

I want to be very clear that I do not believe Luke should have lost his eye as punishment. Alicent suggesting that made my stomach twist and turn back then, and still does to this day. I do, however, believe that my brothers never received punishment for anything they did.

Like why did it matter more to Mother the words that Aemond said rather than the fact her sons were among the attackers? Why did Jace continue to get to carry a knife while I returned home and was forbidden from Jace’s side for three months? When it was I who saw that the actions of those four weighed just as heavily as the words of Aemond? Why did Mother completely forget that Jace made Aemond’s life hell for not having a dragon, making him feel lesser than, while I sat there and listened to him belittle someone in the same position I was in?

And to be honest, it wasn’t as though Aemond was wrong. Yes, it was technically treasonous of him to say it out loud. But again, he wasn’t wrong. Vaemond Velaryon was not wrong. We are bastards. Our blood is Harwin Strong. Not a drop of Velaryon blood resides in our veins. Though, they could’ve said it less disgustedly.

It was doubtful anyone could understand how frustrating these thoughts are. They made me feel as though I betray Mother and my brothers by acknowledging the circumstances of our birth. But, if I denounce Aemond for speaking that, it is like I am calling him a liar, which he isn’t. Truly, it feels like no matter what I feel about that situation, I am screwed.

Aemond noticed me at that point. Given the way his head snapped up in my direction, I imagine I let out a grunt of frustration. He looked almost ashamed when he saw me.

Good.

“Prince Aemond, a word if you will,” I said loudly to him. We were about five feet apart, so I did not have to practically yell it to him. But I spoke louder than needed so that he would have no choice.

Wordlessly, he put his sword in its scabbard and walked over to me. Just having him within arms reach again was enough to make me feel my heart rate increase. Fucking Seven Hells, I love him so much.

“Princess,” he said quietly, giving me a subtle nod of his head.

“You are to accompany me in flight, as requested by Her Grace the Queen,” I told him firmly.

Sometimes, I really liked pulling rank. It was truly the only thing he would listen to at times. He was annoyingly stubborn. Not in the way that most anyone with a cock was, but in a special and overwhelming way.

“And where are you wishing to go, Princess?” he asked me.

“I think perhaps Felwood. A short flight from here, three hours tops,” I said, shrugging a bit.

He nodded and motioned for me lead the way. I tried to relax my jaw as it tightened in annoyance. He was still wanting to put a distance between us.

“Ser Erryk, you are dismissed for the time being. I shall seek you out when I return,” I said to Erryk. The sweet knight nodded and took his leave.

Now there was no buffer between Aemond and I. He could not feign interest in anyone else’s life. He could not ignore me.

We walked in silence from the training yard, though he did still give me his arm to hold. The walk from the Keep to the Dragon Pit typically talk about an hour and a half. They were about five miles apart. When I went there with the children, we always took a carriage. When I was with Aemond, though, he preferred the walk.

Passing by several shops on the streets of city, several shopkeepers and their patrons stared at us. I wasn’t entirely sure why but they had never approached us. Mother always feared they would mob me. Though they didn’t seem to care most of the time. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time among them they saw me more as a person.

“It wasn’t just us that missed you,” Aemond said quietly. I looked to him immediately, my heart speeding up as he pulled me closer. “The people of the city missed you as well.”

He was probably right. Before my disappearance, I worked hard to gain the love and respect of the citizens of King’s Landing. It wasn’t that I needed everyone in the world to like me. But I knew, more than anything, that one day these people would be my people. One day I would be their Queen. And it is easier to rule people that love you.

“You hurt me,” I told him as we kept walking.

He sighed rather loudly. “I know.”

“I’m not speaking of the dinner, Aemond. Which, by the way, was a dick move for a lot of reasons. But I’m talking about the fact that today is the first time since that you’ve spoken to me,” I said.

I was trying desperately to hold my voice steady. Every part of me wanted to scream at him. It wasn’t even necessarily anger that made me feel this way. It was just there was so much crap in my head and in my heart, and he didn’t seem to get it.

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted.

“Gods, I can’t imagine why you would be,” I muttered rather harshly.

Immediately, he went back to being quiet. I wanted to kick myself in the head. Why did I have to say that?

This was not the first time in my life I had said something that caused instant regret. Hells, it was not even the first time since I’ve returned that I’ve done it. I tended to speak before I thought at times when I really should just be quiet.

The rest of our walk was in silence. In the near hour and a half it takes to walk from the Red Keep to the Dragon Pit, he only said maybe twenty words to me. I longed for his voice, his declarations of love. Yet, because of who I am I could not receive them.

Aemond discussed with the keepers that we wish to fly. He spoke quietly with them, so quietly it was obvious he did not want me to hear, telling them they only need bring Vhaela. They had nodded in understanding near immediately before shuffling off to bring Vhaela to me.

“You do understand the rules are I have to take you with me, yes?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“I shall fly on Vhaela with you,” he said simply.

My face heated up as blood rushed to my cheeks. Aemond had always told me that I needed to fly on a dragon before I had my own. So we went weekly into the skies, grateful to Vhagar that she was so good. The last time we rode on the same dragon was before I had Vhaela. It was not the feeling of flying that I remembered from that trip. No, it was the feeling of his cock buried inside me that was the only thing I could remember.

I caught him looking at me and smirking. That caused my cheeks to heat up even more. My breath caught in the space between my lungs and my throat and a fire burned inside me, nestled in the svalley between my thighs.

“You remember,” he said quietly. We were all alone in this moment.

“How could I not?” I whispered. Feeling emboldened by his obvious or perhaps just stupid, I changed our position. Now I stood chest to chest with him.

“Which part do you remember most, my love?” he whispered to me. His hands found my waist to hold me close. Though they didn’t stay there, slowly working their way back and down.

I took a deep breath. He was looking at me with such an intensity it felt like he could burn a hole in my soul. All I could think was how the ache between my thighs was becoming overwhelming. If he could hear my heart, he would hear it thudding against my chest harder with every passing second.

“Or how about you tell me your memories of it?” I whispered, smirking up at him. “After all, you’re the one who needs to make up for your behavior.”

He chuckled as his hands worked their way over my ass and around to my front. “Always been a brat, haven’t you? Can’t do as you are told?” he asked. His voice was quiet and deep.

“I listen to those who deserve it,” I said to him. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers moved past the parting of my skirt. They brushed against my clit through the thin material of the shift I wore underneath. The touch was so light one could miss it.

“And if I beg you for forgiveness?” he whispered, watching my face intently as he increased the pressure of his touch. There was no denying the pleasure of it.

“Get to begging,” I practically commanded him. I couldn’t help but to inch my hips forward.

Gods if I had any ounce of self respect I would push him away. I wouldn’t allow him to touch me like this without a proper apology. In fact, I perhaps should’ve championed for Aegon to accompany me just to prove my point to Aemond. That it was not fair of him to ignore me when I had done nothing wrong.

But as he rubbed my clit through the flimsy skirt of my shift, I couldn’t help but lean against him. My forehead was pressed against his chest, my breathing becoming ragged. I gripped his wrist tightly as I felt that all too familiar band tightening behind my navel.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered when I finally let out a breathy moan. “Should’ve been doing this for you the entire time. I promise, baby, I won’t be so stupid ever again.”

With his free hand, he lifted the shift up enough to where he could touch my clit directly. I let out a loud moan, one that caused him to chuckle. His thumb stayed firmly pressed against my clit, moving in tight little circles, as he moved his other fingers to my entrance.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispered in my ear before pushing his fingers inside. Right off the bat he started with two. His fingers were long and slender, feeling heavenly inside me. “You deserve the world you know that?”

“Fuck, Aemond,” I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out.

He eagerly worked my cunt as he continued to rub my clit. My grip on his wrist tightened as I began seeing stars.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he praised me as the band behind my navel finally snapped. Orgasmic bliss washed over me. “Such a perfect girl. Do you forgive, princess?”

I only just managed to pull myself away as the Keeper surfaced with Vhaela in tow. Aemond was smirking at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. I swear to the gods he moaned.

“Perhaps,” I told him quietly, smirking a bit before walking over to Vhaela.

#dividers by benkeibear #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader smut #aemond targaryen smut #rhaenicent #out of time

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thebigoblin · 1 year

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you could be the one that i love

as promised! sheriff finds out about sterek tag won the poll, so here is the fic! this was so fun to write, i might do this next weekend too <3

title from "Message In A Bottle" by Taylor Swift.

now posted on ao3!

He's thinking about last night, and how amazing and perfect it was, when he walks through the front door of his home. He's smiling, fond and breathless, because what he experienced last night? It was straight out of a fairytale. Once-in-a-lifetime, truly world changing, adorable.

He's so lost in thought, so completely gone on those strong hands and dazzling smiles, those perfect bunny teeth, that he doesn't hear his name being called. Doesn't even realize he's not alone in his home until he's being tapped on his head, a double-drum beat he's hated and loved, in equal measures, since he was four and went to the barber for his first ever hair cut that he remembers.

"Da-ad! Daddio! Didn't realize you were off shift," he says, flustered and panicked. What if he asks why he's smiling like this? Normally, when he's zoned out, he's usually also hyperfocused on a thing. This, though? This is highly unusual. And his dad's a cop — he's the goddamn Sheriff. He'll be suspicious.

His dad looks at him, eyes squinted, looks him up and down. "Don't look dressed to impress," he mutters, more to himself than to him, but Stiles makes a noise of protest. He's dressed decently! His dad seems to think otherwise though. "You look like you had a fight with a cat, Stiles. That t-shirt is older than you are, why do you insist on wearing it?"

"Because it's comfy! I'll have you know, I have slept in this even when I did not have my pillow, and you know I can't sleep without it."

His dad puts up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Then what were you smiling about? You clearly aren't coming back from a date."

"Hey! I could be," he isn't. Still, he has feelings and words hurt, okay?

"Dressed like that?" His dad snorts, and okay, actions hurt too! "Sure, kiddo."

"Well, my choice in a date clearly wouldn't be a snob like you, so it wouldn't matter to them if I'm dressed like this or in a suit." he shoots back, and realizes his mistake just as he's faced with his dad's full-tilt grin.

"Oh? A snob? Then I guess I imagined you having a crush on one Lydia Martin all these years."

Stiles has no out, and he knows this, his dad knows this, and they both know he's done lying at this point. Sure, there was a time when Stiles would have run circles with his words and confused his dad, but ever since the werewolf secret was revealed the Stilinski men have made a pact to always be honest with each other. Or, at least, not actively lie.

Omitting certain details though? That's fine.

So, Stiles confesses:

"Actually, dad, I did have a date."

"Bingo!"

"But it wasn't before me coming home." He scratches his neck, suddenly shy. He can feel his cheeks heating up, the memories of last night once again rushing through his mind.

"I take it was good, whenever it was. But wait, where were this afternoon then?"

"Oh, dad, don't ask. It was a terrible day, I tell you! Erica and Lydia wouldn't leave me alone until I told them every. Single. Detail."

His dad raises an eyebrow. His voice is stern as he speaks. "Young man, you're seventeen. I know you think having sex is the pinnacle of teenage—"

"No! No, no, no!" Now he's blushing for an entirely different reason. "No, definitely not! De- date and I definitely didn't have sex last night." Oh god, kill him now. "It was just a dinner and movie date and it was cliché but... Dad, it was so good."

His dad smiles. Asks him if he's had dinner yet, and when he says no, tells him to tell him everything over dinner.

"Not everything," he clarifies quickly, "Just parts you're comfortable sharing with me."

Stiles loves him so much. He hugs his dad, tells him so, and starts to do just as he was asked to — he heats his dinner up, his dad having already cooked and eaten, and then both of them settle on the dining table chairs.

Stiles tells him things.

How much he loved how his date came to pick him up from Lydia's, because she was the one who dressed him. His dad laughs at that part, and Stiles points his fork at him, trying to shut him up, but only succeeds in joining in on the laughter fest.

How much he loved the flowers he got, and how his date was a gentleman all night long. Opened all the doors for him, pulled out his chair at the restaurant, and even let him eat off of his plate. Didn't even tell him to shut up when he kept babbling at the cinema.

"I'm going to pause you here and ask — you're dating a guy?"

"Not dating dating, since this was our first date, but... yeah." His dad knows he's bisexual, has known for a while, but this is the first person Stiles is dating ever and it's a guy.

He waits for his dad's reaction.

"You want to go on a second date with him?"

Stiles blows out a breath. Toys with his food a bit. The only thing he doesn't want to do in this moment is grin like a lunatic.

But he fails.

His dad holds his gaze and tells him, "Any person who makes you this happy, they get my approval."

"Dad," Stiles says, overcome with emotions. "Thank you."

"Always, kiddo. Your happiness is what matters to me. That being said, you need to do your laundry, and I'm going to go sleep. Night."

"Oh, come on! We were having a moment, and you totally ruined it!" He yells at his dad's back, which is shaking with laughter.

He yells good night, then thinks of his dad's reaction when he learns his date was Derek.

"I want to tell my dad."

This is their fifth date.

They're in a coffee shop a few towns over, just looking at each other, talking about this and that. About what Stiles wants to do after he completes his senior year, what Derek's plans were and what he ended up doing. It's a quiet environment, not many patrons here besides them, and they are in their own little bubble here.

Which pops rather loudly as Derek looks at him with the widest eyes he's ever seen.

Stiles tries not to laugh. He really, really does.

He ends up laughing, the other patrons and the waitstaff looking over at them at the sound.

"Are you scared? Of my poor ol' dad?"

"Your dad who is the Sheriff!" Derek hisses, trying to not let more attention come over them. "And I'm dating his underage son. Stiles! This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," he isn't, "But the Alpha of Beacon Hills is scared of an old man? That is funny as hell, Der."

"Stiles!"

"Darling," he tries to calm himself down, and looking into Derek's eyes has that effect on him, "It's okay. We don't have to tell him yet. It's just an idea, okay? We can wait until you're ready."

Derek takes a moment to process and reply. "Didn't you say he approves of your boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend who he probably thinks is my age, or like, maybe two or three years older. Not six."

Derek takes one look at him, at the hickey he's marked on his neck, and shakes his head rather aggressively. "No."

Stiles laughs and keeps laughing, until Derek shuts him up with a kiss.

The police station is nearly empty when he enters. It makes sense; it's lunch time and recently there hasn't been anything big. Which is good, really good.

It means he gets to finish his last year in school in peace, and he doesn't have to worry about his dad working himself to death.

It's a good time in Beacon Hills.

Stiles thinks so, right until the moment he's on his fifth bite of burger and his dad's staring down his own.

"You know, son, one day you are gonna have to make your boyfriend meet me."

Stiles chokes on his burger.

"If you can't eat the rest of it, maybe I can—"

"It's not healthy for you!" He shouts when he's feeling okay, and then, "Also, I could have died right now. Were you not worried?"

"I've seen you trip on air and gracefully fight off a rogue werewolf, Stiles."

"And?"

His dad just rolls his eyes, picks up his own healthy burger, smells it, and puts it down. "Smells nasty,"

"Good for your health," he sing-songs. And then, "It's only been a month, dad, jeez! Let us live a little. Plus, he's scared of you-" Fuck. His dad is looking at him weird.

"He's scared of me?"

"I mean, you're the Sheriff, so." He shrugs. It's totally a valid reason to be scared.

"Hmm. And there is no other reason?"

"Nope, not at all!"

"Right."

Stiles stuffs the rest of his burger into his mouth to avoid further questioning. His dad sighs, clearly thinking he's raised an animal, and attempts to eat his own lunch.

By the time he's done, he's licking his fingers.

"Told you it tastes better than it smells."

His dad meticulously wipes his mouth, his fingers with napkins. Stiles is drinking his banana smoothie.

"And I told you I want to meet the boy who has got you so chipper."

Stiles ends up snorting the smoothie out his nose.

"Oh, lord."

His dad is clearly questioning Stiles' existence. At this point, Stiles is doing the same.

His dad doesn't leave the issue, and after continuous requests — orders, more like — Stiles breaks down in front of Derek.

Derek, the pure, innocent soul whose color leaves him the moment Stiles tells him of his dad's demands.

"I need to create a will." Is what Derek answers with.

Stiles agrees, and adds, "Erica will be a good Alpha, I think."

They both hold each other, then, fearing the worst.

Stiles tries to soften the blow by providing his dad with unhealthy food for three days straight.

Three is his limit.

"Derek, I'm sorry, but I can't do this any longer."

Derek accepts his fate rather bravely. Eyes steeled with determination, he walks into the Stilinski home, and Stiles follows, once again rehearsing the speech in his mind.

Dad, I know this isn't what you were expecting. But this is my boyfriend. Derek Hale. Yes, I know he's 23 and I'm 17, but dad. I like him so much. And he likes me that much back. We are good together. You know I have been happy, and dad, Derek has been too. You know because I know you have seen him around. Dad—

Turns out, he need not have prepared the speech.

Because his dad? Is kind of an asshole.

The very first thing he sees when he enters the living room is Derek's back, because he's frozen in the middle of the room, eyes locked on—

The banner.

That reads WELCOME DEREK HALE.

"You knew." He looks at his dad, who is smiling smugly.

"Yes."

"How?"

"I think you are forgetting, kiddo, but I'm a cop."

"But you- the steaks! Dad!"

His dad doesn't even have the decency to fake remorse.

"Come on, Der, we are leaving."

He tugs on Derek's hand, makes him move back out the door. Derek follows, but only after saying:

"Thank you for not killing me!"

"You're welcome, son!" His dad yells back.

The son sends a warmth through Stiles' entire being, the easy acceptance of Derek into their little unit of family a welcome gift. When Stiles looks at Derek, he sees his boyfriend reflecting the same emotions.

Later that same night, his dad calls to tell him this —

"Stiles, I love you, kiddo. And I want you to be happy. And I guess your happiness is with Derek. It was hard to digest at first, but then I saw you both at the bookstore." Stiles remembers that day — it was their second date. "I knew you were dating someone, a boy, and I connected that information with what I saw, and I came up with my son dating an older boy. It angered me, concerned me. But then I saw past that, because I saw how he was with you and you with him.

It was like watching the past. I won't call this young love, because clearly this is more than that. I'm not sure how you would feel about this years down the line, if it will even be true, but I have a conviction that a decade from now, maybe even sooner, I won't be calling my son and his boyfriend, but my sons. My son, and his husband."

Stiles has tears in his eyes, but it is okay, because Derek does too. And from the way his dad's voice cracks, so does he.

"I love you, Stiles."

"Love you, dad. So much."

His dad hangs up the call, and Stiles buries himself into Derek's chest.

"Your father is a good man," Derek tells him, and Stiles nods. "I won't let him down. I won't let you down."

"I know."

Stiles tilts his head, and Derek tilts his, and they kiss, a gentle, soft kiss that conveys the conviction of his dad's words, and their hope of its truth.

(It's true. His dad even recounts this tale at the wedding reception — how he knew and he played on Stiles' fear to eat unhealthy food for three days straight.

Everyone laughs, and then Stiles has to suffer as his husband — husband! — gangs up on him with his dad.

It's the best day of Stiles' life).

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sheriff stilinski #whenwordsmakesense #*sterek fic recs #sh.writesonmain #if there is any mistake — know that this was written b/w 1 and 2am.

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multifandomsw · 1 month

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Obi Wan x Reader (can be viewed as platonic)

Unlovable

You find out about the true origin of Obi’s name, which shatters your heart.

I just found this in my draft. I never finished it, but still decided to share it with you all💕 It was inspired by a post that I can’t find anymore. It was about Obi’s name and origin. If you know the post, please let me know!

“Anakin!”, you called out, your steps quickening as to catch up with him. “Anakin!”, you repeated, getting quite frustrated that your best friend didn’t hear you, or probably didn’t want to hear you.

“Anakin!”, you tried one last time, your voice louder than before, and suddenly all eyes in the hallway were on you- including Anakin’s.

“Oh- yeah. Hi.”, you stammered, your face color changing to a deep read tone. Before you could embarrass yourself any further, you quickly walked up to him and grabbed his arm, leading him away into a hallway that wasn’t so crowded.

“What’s up with you?”, he questioned you, a small smirk playing on his lips when he saw that the redness on your face hadn’t vanished yet.

You stilled, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t find any hallway less crowded. Life day was coming up pretty soon, so there was always at least one youngling decorating the Jedi temple walls in your sight.

“I need your help”, you admitted, defeated. Asking Anakin for help was never a good idea, because he always wanted something in return, constantly reminding you of what he had done for you.

This time, though, you really needed it.

You watched as Anakin raised his eyebrows. “You need my help?”, he let out a quiet chuckle. “You’re asking for help?”

You huffed out a breath of annoyance. “It took a lot of willpower for me to do this, so don’t make it any harder.” Anakin only chuckled, nodding for you to continue.

“Uhm- well. Life day’s coming up, as you probably know, and I wanted to get Obi-Wan something special, so I went to a little store and asked for anything from Stewjon. I wanted to surprise him with something from his home planet.”, you explained and saw how Anakin’s face instantly changed to one of realization.

You didn’t dwell on it to much. “And the vendor looked at me like I was growing another head. Apparently, he had never heard of Stewjon. And he looked quite old, so I grew suspicious.”, you continued, nervously scratching your head. “Well- I decided to ask Master Jocasta Nu about it. And uh-“, you stammered. “The planet doesn’t exist.”, you stated awkwardly, shifting on your feet. You felt stupid, why would Obi-Wan’s birth planet not exist? Surely, Master Nu was making a mistake-

“Oh. He didn’t tell you.”, Anakin let out in a breath. You instantly furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“Well- I-“, Anakin hesitated. “Is Obi-Wan in your quarters right now?”

You shook your head. Obi-Wan was currently attending a council meeting and you wanted to use your spare time to surprise him-

“Great. Let’s go talk there.”

Anakin set down a cup of tee in front of you. The sweet smell instantly hit your nose and you wondered how much sugar he had added.

“So, the planet truly doesn’t exist?”, you questioned quietly.

“No.”, Anakin admitted. Why would Obi-Wan not tell you something like that? You told each other everything, so why keep this from you?

“It was made up by his parents when they dropped him here.”, he finished.

“Why would they do that?”, you tried to think of any reasonable explanation, but couldn’t find any.

“So he never finds them.”, Anakin explained, watching your features intensely. When he had first heard the story, he clung to Obi-Wan for days, because he felt so bad for him. He knew how much you cared for your master, your delicate heart wouldn’t take it too well.

You only stared at him in confusion. “Where he comes from, truly comes from, people hate the force. They claim that the force is responsible for everything bad. When a child is born force sensitive, they usually abandon them and leave them to die. His parents at least took him to the Jedi temple.”, he explained and somehow, your heart broke a little in your chest. Little Obi-Wan being abandoned by his parents when he was just a few weeks old?

“His name- uhm- Obi-Wan- means ‘unlovable’. Because they would never love a child with the force.”

“Oh-“, you let out, tears already stinging your eyes. Obi-Wan, the name you loved calling him every day, so easily rolling off your tongue, meant unlovable? He was called unlovable every single day?

“I didn’t know.”, you quietly whispered.

Anakin offered you a reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze your hand once. “He didn’t want you to know. I found out by accident myself.”

He let out a shaky breath. “He thinks that this is his fate. Being unlovable. He thinks that he’s meant for infinite sadness. That his fate was already sealed when he was just a child.”

“He said that?”, your voice was shaking as you asked him, your mind processing all the information Anakin was feeling you. “Yeah.”, Anakin smiled sadly. “He even had a smile on his face while saying it.”

This was too much. Too much for your heart to handle.

Obi-Wan was thinking he was unlovable, destined for infinite sadness, when you were loving him so so much? He was the best person you’ve ever got to know, the kindest, sweetest, caring man in the whole galaxy.

Everyone, really everyone, admired him, wanting to be at least a tiny bit like him. He was the definition of perfect and he still thought that he was unlovable?

“But- you love him, Ahsoka loves him, Padmé loves him, the clones love him, the whole Jedi council loves him-“, you cut yourself off for a second.

“I love him.”

“I need to- I need him to know he’s loved. I need to get him something special for life day-“, you decided, but before you could finish your sentence, the door opened, revealing a rather worn out looking Obi-Wan. The council meeting had taken way longer than he had originally anticipated.

“Sweetheart, I’m hom-“, he began, but stopped mid sentence when he saw Anakin sitting on the couch opposite from you. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here, Anakin.”, he apologized, his cheeks warming up. He only called you sweetheart when it was the two of you, a term of endearment that you had come to love so much overtime.

Before he could even take off his cloak, you were rushing to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his torso.

He grunted at the impact, but quickly melted into the touch, wrapping his arms around yours and soothingly rubbing your back.

“I missed you.”, you mumbled into his robe, the scent alone calming you down a bit. Obi-Wan’s chest rumbled with a chuckle. “I was only away for a few hours.”

“A few hours too much”, you answered, raising your head to look at him, into his beautiful blue eyes. He slowly leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for maybe just a few seconds too long, but it was only Anakin who was watching you two.

He watched your tired expression and decided it was best to call it a night. “Let’s get you to bed. Anakin, could you be so nice and leave.”

You chuckled when you heard Anakin letting out a huff and saying something along the lines of him “not being welcome anymore”.

#obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan x you #obi wan x reader

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breakavleheaven · 9 months

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Revival

Authors note:

Surprise!! part 3 is here🤍 as always feedback is welcome and I hope you enjoy 😊

Warnings:

Angst, slow burn, Bad/inappropriate language, Asshole!Carlos. Mentions of cheating. Sexual themes.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3: The Archer

Three Months Later

Taking a deep breath, Celine logged into her social media accounts for the first time in over 3 months. Opening Instagram and avoiding looking at any posts or notifications, she went straight into making a post - she was on a mission. It was time to announce her revival.

Celinejlex

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Celinejlex: Don’t worry, guys. I’m alive. See you in Bahrain 💌🏎️

Comments

Freyalex: Baby sis is a bad bitch ❤️‍🔥

User1: Didn’t Carlos and she break up? Why is she going to Bahrain? 💀👀

User2: Girl bffr, she works in F1 events & marketing.

User3: Carlos fumbled so hard. Imagine cheating on Celine.

Lilymhe: I think we’re almost due for another girls’ night.

Lissiemackintosh: I second that 💜

Alexandrasaintmleux: See u soon! ❤️

User4: Lando 👀

The past few months have been such a whirlwind for Celine. She spent so much time and effort trying to be her old self again after getting her whole heart shattered. Moving into her sister’s flat in London was the best possible thing she could have done.

Freya, her best friend, probably knew her better than she knew herself, and being able to rely on her made things so much easier. Not only that, but moving to London also brought new friendships. Celine found solace and friendship in Lilly, the girlfriend of the British Thai driver Alex Albon. She also became connected with Lissie Mackintosh, a brilliant F1 reporter and overall social media icon. Despite seeing both girls around the paddock often, she had only ever had very few interactions with them. She was truly thankful to the three girls for bringing her back to life - and of course, Alex, despite her being based in Monaco, she was just a call away.

Not only did Celine have all the emotional turmoil she had to work through, but she had also been overly stressed about her job. Once she left Vegas, she knew she wouldn’t be able to go to Abu Dhabi for the final race. She couldn’t face Carlos, and she knew she’d be too distracted to be helpful. She talked it out with her team who agreed she shouldn’t be there, and they assured her they had it covered. While her team was fine with it, she felt guilty. She knew it wasn’t professional and wondered how many others felt the same. However, after many more meetings with HR and other higher-ups, they came to a conclusion that she would keep her job.

——

Feb 27, 2024

Celine had just landed in Bahrain. She quickly pulled out her phone to text Freya that she made it safely. She made her way to the baggage claim and found her luggage. Checking her phone for the email to find out where the car service would be picking her up to bring her to her hotel, she went to search for her car. She found a driver standing outside an SUV with a sign that had her name on it.

She greeted the driver, and he grabbed her luggage to put it in the trunk of the SUV. While he was doing that, she pulled open the back door about to climb in when she noticed someone was in the back seat. She let out a startled yelp, only to realize it was Lando.

He instantly started laughing. Celine swatted him on the arm.

“You dickhead, you gave me a heart attack!” She laughed.

“What? Didn’t even recognize your pal Lando, huh?” He smirked.

“Yeah, actually, now that you mention it, you do look uglier than the last time I saw you,” she joked.

Lando jokingly acted hurt and placed a hand over his heart.

As Celine got into the back seat of the SUV with Lando, she felt a small rush.

She playfully raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Well, well, well, look who decided to crash my party in the back seat.”

Lando chuckled and leaned back, crossing his arms with a mischievous grin. “I couldn’t resist the chance to surprise you. Besides, it’s your grand return to this circus.”

Celine rolled her eyes playfully, her heart fluttering at his teasing. “Oh, so you’re just here for a wellness check, huh? That’s sweet of you, Lando.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with humor. “Of course, I take my role as a friend very seriously. I had to make sure you didn’t overthink yourself to death.”

Celine decided to play along with his teasing and leaned in closer to him, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. “Well, you know, I really appreciate having such a good friend.” Her eyes quickly flickered to his lips. Shit, she hoped he didn’t notice.

Lando raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “A friend, huh? Are you sure you don’t need a bodyguard/guy-who-runs interference if anything comes up?”

Celine laughed softly, her heart warming at the easy banter between them. “Bodyguard? Psh, you can’t hurt a fly, Lan. Interference, though, I might take you up on. Who knows when ‘anything’ will be a problem?”

Both of them knew ‘anything’ was referring to Carlos.

———

Lando

Over the past few months, Celine and he had grown closer with her living in London. Lots of nights out with their friends and occasional flirty banter.

Lando wanted to be respectful of Celine and Carlos; he still had to see the man regularly, but goddamn was it ever getting increasingly difficult. She was one of the most exciting and interesting people he knew, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. He’d just have to settle for the flirting for now.

———

The next morning Celine was battling jet lag and anxiety on her first day back at work in the paddock. She prepared for her day normally and got ready to head to the track. Overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation, she knew she was ready to kill it.

She strolled up to the paddock and was greeted by many familiar faces she often saw around. As she entered the hospitality building for her meeting, everything seemed fine. But walking out of the meeting room, it seemed like everyone in the room turned to look at her. That’s odd, she thought. Everything was fine this morning. Maybe she was just imagining it? Must be the jet lag.

Then suddenly, Lando appeared seemingly out of nowhere and out of breath.

Eyes wide, he looked at Celine.

“Hey, have you checked your phone at all? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you, probably others too.”

“No, it’s been in my bag, and I just got out of a meeting.”

She pulled it out to see over 50 missed calls and quadruple the amount of texts. She felt the blood drain from her face, and her heart dropped.

“What’s going on? Why do you look like that?”

“Let’s sit down. So, uh, I don’t even know how to say this; guess it’s off like a bandaid. Carlos… he uh has proposed to his girlfriend,” he said while rubbing his forehead.

Her mind went blank. She felt like ice water had just been dumped over her. What? How long had she and Carlos been broken up for? How long had he been with this girl? Was it the same one he had cheated on her with?

“Ce, are you still there?”

Blinking and pulling herself together, she replied, “I think my brain malfunctioned, uhh, yeah, okay. So he’s engaged. Is it the same girl from Vegas?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Hey Ce, it’s going to be okay.”

Silent tears were streaming down her face, and Lando got the urge to get up and give the girl a hug, so for once, he acted on that impulse and let her cry into his chest.

As Lando wrapped his arms around Celine in a comforting embrace, he felt the weight of her pain and heartache. He wished he could take away her hurt, but all he could do was be there for her in this moment.

Celine let herself cry, allowing the emotions she had been holding back to flow freely. She was devastated, not just by the news of Carlos’ engagement but also by the realization that she had been replaced so quickly.

“I don’t understand how he could move on so fast,” Celine choked out between sobs. “Was I that easy to replace?”

Lando held her tighter, trying to find the right words to comfort her. “Celine, this isn’t about you. It’s about him and his decisions. It has nothing to do with your worth or how easily replaceable you are. You’re an incredible person, and anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.”

She sniffled, wiping away her tears. “But why does it hurt so much?”

Lando gently brushed a tear from her cheek. “Because it’s natural to feel hurt when someone you loved moves on. But you’re strong, and you’ll get through this. You have a whole group of people who care about you, including me. We’ve got your back, Ce.”

Celine nodded, grateful for his support. She knew she had friends who cared for her, but in this moment, Lando’s presence was exactly what she needed. She looked up at him with a small smile. “Thank you, Lando. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He smiled back, his eyes warm and full of compassion. “Anytime, Ce. You know I’m always here for you.”

——-

As the day went on, Celine leaned on her friends for support. Lissie and Lilly were there to lend an ear and offer their encouragement. Freya, too, had been there for her throughout the day, providing a comforting presence over the phone.

Later on in the evening, Celine was settled into her hotel room with no intention to leave for the entire night. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She opened it to be surprised by a group of familiar faces; Lando, Lissie, Lily & Alex, and even Daniel. They had a stack of pizza boxes too.

She let them in with a happy smile, grateful to have such supportive people around her.

“Thank you guys for this. You really didn’t need to do this.”

“Well, of course, we did, love,” Lissie spoke with her comforting voice.

The pizzas were placed on the table, and the group sat down to eat. Celine found herself sitting next to Lando. Their legs brushed against each other under the table, and she felt a warm and tingly feeling. She turned to Lando with a shy smile. Everyone else was so preoccupied they didn’t notice the shared moment between the two. Lando placed a hand on her thigh, and butterflies erupted in her stomach. She placed her hand on top of his and basked in the comfort it provided.

The group chatted and laughed, and while Celine was still hurting, being surrounded by her friends made the pain a little more bearable. Lando was attentive, knowing when to crack a joke to lighten the mood and when to give her a reassuring smile.

As the night drew to a close, they all said their goodbyes and started to head back to their respective accommodations.

Lando lingered back with the intent to talk to Celine alone. Daniel gave Lando a wink and a pat on the back when he walked to the door. Lando rolled his eyes at the typical Daniel action. Once everyone had left the room, and it was just Celine and Lando left, Celine smiled at Lando.

“Thank you again, Lan,” Celine said softly. “You’ve been so kind to me, and I appreciate it more than I can express.”

He smiled warmly at her. “You don’t have to thank me, Ce. Friends look out for each other, and I care about you.”

Celine nodded, her heart fluttering at his sincerity. “Well, I’m lucky to have a friend like you.”

Lando stopped, turning to face her. “You know, Celine, you’re an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to have you. Don’t forget that, okay?”

She met his gaze, something buzzed inside her. “Thank you, Lando,” she whispered. “I won’t forget.”

She pulled Lando in for a hug and said goodbye. Once he left, she sighed; she was finally alone. It had been an exhausting day. She was battling so many emotions at once. She was incredibly grateful to have amazing friends. She was still incredibly hurt by Carlos’ news and especially him choosing today to announce it felt like a slap in the face. And there was something else; what was happening with Lando? Her emotions were so scattered, and the feelings Lando was bringing up didn’t seem right. She wanted to get over Carlos, but she didn’t have enough time to heal, and she knew whatever this situation with Lando was was probably because of her feelings about the whole Carlos situation. For now, she would just have to ignore it and focus on her own well-being.

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Authors note:

Welllll who saw that coming? How are feeling about that one?

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Pen Pals(Veneer X OC)Chapter 7

Author’s Note: This would have been posted earlier but with the storms my power went out for a few hours. I had attempted to drive my friend home and a tree had fallen down near her home, knocking the power lines down. We turned around immediately and went back to my home. Stay safe and stay warm out there! I want to give thanks to my bestie and beta reader, @tinalbion <3

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Veneer settled in the chair across the table. The atmosphere was uncomfortable, and his brain kept telling him that he wanted to run away from the situation. He could feel Avery’s eyes staring at him, and it didn’t make him feel any better. When he shifted in his chair and made himself as comfortable as he could in this type of situation, he looked up and read Avery’s grim expression. Her face was that of disapproval. He knew this wouldn’t work out. None of it would.

“So yeah…I guess you know who I am then if you’re looking at me like that…” He drummed his fingers nervously into his lap. “And I guess you’re not very happy about it.”

Avery couldn’t believe it. Veneer couldn’t recognize her? Of course he wouldn’t…Why would he memorize a single fan over the thousands he had back then? Had Avery been the same as she was before that night, then maybe she would feel more disappointed than she felt right now. But also…Veneer was a fraud and had scammed everyone. He had fooled everyone in Mount Rageous along with his sister into believing that they could sing because of a Troll they very nearly killed in the process. Avery remembered seeing the speech where Veneer had exposed themselves at their own concert, but also remembered that she was at work that night and didn’t care too much about what happened to the two.

“Yeah, uh…I remember who you are. I’m just a little speechless seeing you right now. You’re not a Samson. You’re Veneer, ex superstar. This isn’t a joke, is it?”

Veneer raised his hands defensively. “No! No! I swear. I’m Samson. I just used a pseudonym so I wouldn’t be rejected because of my name…But I regret it so much.” He rambled, “I didn’t lie about anything else, just my name. I swear it, Avery.” He held a hand over his chest.

He still couldn’t tell who she was.

“So everything else you told me was real?” Avery questioned suspiciously, unsure if she should believe him. “Every single thing that you sent me in those letters was absolutely one hundred percent true?”

Veneer nodded. “Yeah…So the interest in fashion, the sketchbooks, doing good here…That’s all real. I made a huge mistake listening to my sister and I’ve been working really hard to right the wrongs I committed against Mount Rageous. I’ve been learning a lot here, and Dr. Graham thought it would be good for me to join the Pen Pal Program to help me get back into the real world. I fell in love talking to you, and the last thing I’ve ever wanted to do was disappoint you. That’s why I wanted to confront you in person and let you see me before I told you my real name. I was feeling really guilty about using a fake name in the first place. I hope you can give me a chance, Avery…I have been loving to get to know someone as a person again and be myself…” He rubbed his hand.

Avery saw the remorse on his face and how truly he meant these words as he said them. If he was a man of lies, he wouldn’t have exposed himself and his sister to the world and would keep manipulating people. She thought hard and realized that she…she didn’t feel manipulated at all. Sure, she would have loved to know the person she had been talking to in the first place, but she understood why he had done what he did. She knew that if she saw she was writing to Veneer in the first place, then she probably wouldn’t have given him the second chance he had been craving. He didn’t deserve that.

“...I think I still need a moment to process this…” Avery pressed her fingers against her temples. “But I can see why you didn’t tell me right away. It must be scary being on the other side of things.” She slowly began to unwrap the food she had brought for the two of them, Veneer watching her closely. “I think I would do the same thing if I were in your shoes. I want to give you—Veneer—a chance, but you have to promise me that you’ve got to tell me things from now on. I fell in love with talking to Samson too, not because of his name but his personality and actions. Samson is you, and I think that maybe you do deserve a chance.” She slid the sandwich over to Veneer and smiled warmly at him. “But I don’t want to be lied to anymore. OK?”

Veneer couldn’t believe his ears. Avery…Avery didn’t reject him! He gratefully took a bite out of his sandwich, which tasted a little like freedom, making him want to cry. “I really appreciate that, Avery…More than you think.”

“Can…Can I ask you something though? If you don’t mind?”

Veneer nodded. “Yeah, you can ask me anything. I think I owe that to you at least.”

“You probably don’t but…do you recognize me? We met a while back when you were—uh famous? I was at one of your concerts at the Boom Box and I met you personally when I caught your t-shirt in the crowd. You had been so nice to me, and that’s why I really admired you. You always seemed nicer than your sister. I can see why you’re doing so well here.”

Veneer blinked once and then twice. He took a long look at her face before he noticed the features and realized they had been familiar. “Oh yeah! I remember you…But I had never caught your name. I remember looking out in the hallway for you but you had already gone…You never sent me those pictures, though.” He slowly ate at the chips Avery brought him. He got chips here, but it was the cheap healthy kind.

Avery nodded solemnly, trying to push those memories out of her mind. “Yeah, I had accidentally forgotten my phone when I took a last trip to the bar. I think someone stole it. It was long gone when I went back to look for it.” Avery felt a small pang of guilt. She was technically lying to Veneer, as if she hadn’t just made him promise to never lie to her again. Then again, she didn’t want to get in trouble with Rivers if a little rumor about her lip syncing made its way around. She knew that the fraud would come after her first and she dreaded having to deal with her again. Maybe that’s also why she was okay with jumping on and taking another chance with Veneer, too…It’s not like she was perfect either.

“Are you alright?” Veneer waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts. “You look like you’re far away in thought right now.”

Avery nodded. “Yeah, a lot happened that night and I wish I hadn’t lost my phone.” She smiled, but it was a sad smile. “Otherwise I would have sent you those photos. Despite what happened with you and Velvet—I think we looked cute in those.”

Veneer blushed. “How do you…feel about all of that? Knowing what I did?”

“I wouldn’t say I was exactly happy. I did spend a lot of money going to those concerts.” As she said those words, she hated the sad expression that came across Veneer’s face, even if what she said needed to be brought up, “But there had been a huge refund to everyone who had proof of old concert tickets, and I eventually got mine. I’m just glad that you owned up to your mistake, even if it was a huge one. You said your sister was here with you, didn’t you? Velvet’s here in this facility?”

“Uh huh.” Veneer groaned and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, “And she drives me absolutely INSANE, I’ll be honest. She was really bad coming here at first. She destroyed stuff, and made others feel like crap, me included. She was a full-on entitled brat. I was totally embarrassed to be her twin, especially since I’m basically the female equivalent of her. We’re the total opposites.”

“What’s she up to now?” Avery leaned back in her chair, comfortable though wishing they were sitting in bean bags right now. That would be peak comfort. “Has she been behaving better than when you guys were first sent here?”

“Actually, yeah. But I can’t tell if it’s an act or not. She pretty much forced me to be in on her therapy appointments with my counselor by saying she’d only do it if I was there. It’s been not fun lately.” Avery noticed as his hands made silly gestures as he talked, pretty much expressive with his body as he spoke, “And now she’s in Anger Management class. But I think she’s doing better at least. She doesn’t yell as much as she used to.”

Avery had no clue Velvet would be acting the way she was. There was a pang of empathy in her chest, and she felt for the male even more. He probably dealt with a lot with himself alone, but also to carry the burdens of his sister. That sounded like a lot…

“Well, I hope that you’re putting yourself first.” Reaching across the table, she linked her fingers with Veneers. The male’s eyes widened and his cheeks blushed as he saw how perfectly their fingers linked together on the table. It had been a long time since he had felt a kind touch and this…It was perfect. He loved it. Secretly.

Veneer stuttered as he responded, “I, well, uh…I am. I’m trying at least. It gets hard some days, but my journal is my best friend. The one you got me! I draft my letters there and also my thoughts. It helps me collect myself so I can feel better.”

“That’s great, Veneer!” Avery cheered for him, her free hand raised confidently, “I should do the same thing. Sometimes it just gets hard. When I’m feeling things in the moment, I just get more frustrated and tear the pages out…”

“Have you tried to breathe first? I know those breathing exercises sound stupid and cheesy, but Dr. Graham tells me that they help regulate your nervous system, enough to calm down and think properly. Or even chewing on ice. When you’re calmed down, that’s when you should start writing your thoughts. It’s helped me a lot when I learned about that, especially at my lowest…What’s that…look for?” He saw how wide her eyes were on him.

“Not-Nothing!” Avery pulled both her hands away, waving them defensively as she did so, “Sorry I was just…amazed because I would have never thought of that. I’m just admiring you. That’s all. Sorry if it came off as rude.” She rubbed the back of her neck.

The two of them were blushing messes. Avery looked at Veneer first and smiled. “Speaking of journals…Did you bring your sketchbook, like promised?” She bounced excitedly, scooting closer to the table. The way she leaned both her hands on her cheeks and eyed him in wonder made Veneer aware of how really cute this woman was.

Veneer swallowed the lump in his throat. He reached beside him and picked his sketchbook up from next to his foot and put it on the table. He laid his hands on top of the cover of the sketchbook defensively. “I…I’ve been drawing a lot. It’s clothes, but also sometimes I go back and sketch the photos you sent to me. It really helps me feel better and it’s a great distraction for me here. I’m not the best—”

Avery interrupted him, “Are you KIDDING me?” She huffed, “I’ve seen your artwork before and I’m so in love with it. Every sketch just gets better and your passion is just blinding.” Avery smiled at him, reaching her hand back out to him, her palm facing up this time. Veneer blushed when his hand touched hers again, sending jitters down his spine. Avery led his hand away from the sketchbook, his other one opening to the first page, which he used to test out different supplies directly onto the paper. It helped him with the first-page perfectionism. He closed his hand around hers, holding her hand once again.

The two of them held hands as he flipped through the pages and explained each one. Avery started memorizing the sketches of clothes and imagined what they would look like on real-life models. The man clearly didn’t recognize his own skill or potential. She wished she could do something to help him realize that potential.

“Oh Veneer, these are so good! Can I see them closer?” She asked for his consent before she took the sketchbook into her hands, flipping back through the pages he had shown her. The smile on her face was infectious. “They’re amazing and it’s like I can actually see these being made.”

“Real…Really?” he asked and copied her smile, “I told you once, but I hope that somewhere will accept me into fashion school…I always loved picking the outfits for Velvet and me when we were famous, but I didn’t realize how much deeper it was than that.” He smiled and took the sketchbook when Avery gave it back.

“I think I should get you some colored pencils. These would look so much better with color.”

“Sometimes, I get to color them, but I don’t have my own colored pencils to take back to my cell. Depending on who’s out in the rec room, we’re not allowed to have sharp objects. So, if you could, I wouldn’t say no, but I won’t ask you.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to ask! Colored pencils can be cheap. I don’t mind getting you some.”

“I’ll draw you lots of things then.” Veneer grinned.

The door cracked open and Veneer’s guard poked his body in. There was a surge of fear in his stomach, thinking that their time together was up, until the guard said, “You have thirty more minutes, just to warn you.” Then he left.

Avery’s shoulders slumped. Had that much time passed already? “Damn…The time really flew by…I don’t want to go.”

“Trust me, girl, I want you to take me with you.” Veneer laughed nervously, “But I would rather not ruin this good streak I’ve been on. I get out faster that way.”

“How much longer do you have here? Is there any way to get out on good behavior?” Avery took the sandwich leftovers and put them into her back, wiping crumbs off her black shirt.

Veneer nodded. “Actually, yeah, but it can still take a bit. There’s a rule though: You have to have a home lined up for you before you. I…I haven’t heard from my parents, and I don’t blame them, so I’m not sure where I’ll go. I have some money, but not a lot. I could get a small apartment.”

As if there was a draft in the room, Avery shuddered. The night she had been kicked out by Rivers, it had been so cold. Avery couldn’t imagine Veneer leaving this place, cold and unsure of what to do. She didn’t want that to happen. So, there was an idea in her head: would it be weird to offer Veneer her own home? There she went again, thinking too far ahead. Veneer still had some things to prove to her before she could even think about letting him move in with her. So, she chose to not bring it up for now.

“Awh, well you’ll let me know if they contact you back, will you? I would hate for you to be stuck here just because you don’t have somewhere to go.”

“Yeah, I have maybe two months, especially if I don’t screw up. I don’t imagine that happening though. I just hope to hear back from my parents sometime soon…We’ve talked A LOT about me today though, I want to hear a bit about you before you have to go.”

“Well, I think it’s because I’ve already told you so much about me in the letters. I did bring these for you.” She smiled as she slid pictures of her babies across the table.

“Awe, the big hammies…Are these photos for me?”

“Yeah! To keep. I wish you could see them in real life though. They’re so cute and fluffy. When they beg for treats, they’re just adorable.”

“I can’t wait to sketch some of these photos. Did you bring any photos of the place you work at?”

Avery shook her head. “No, but I can’t bring some for next time…” She offered.

The two spent the rest of the time talking, laughing, and generally enjoying each other’s presence. For the first time in a long time, Veneer felt normal, and that things would be alright. That he would be able to make it out of the facility alive, and maybe even be happy. Thanks to Avery.

Veneer stood. “Hey, is it okay if I hug you?” He opened his arms, in case she wanted to. When she stood from her chair, he didn’t realize how short she really was. She only reached his chest as she stepped forward and hugged him. He wrapped his long arms around her, not wanting to let go of her for a single second. This visit far exceeded his expectations and he was glad he followed through and didn’t chicken out.

“Thanks for being my friend…” he whispered to Avery, his cheek pressed against her hair.

Avery smiled as she pulled away from him. Her hands were still wrapped around him, her hands resting against his sides. “And thank you for being my friend. I was wondering if maybe we can make a small arrangement—?”

“An arrangement? Like what?”

“Like…” Her nose wrinkled as she took a moment to think about it, “I still want to send letters, but I want to be able to SEE you and talk to you too. So, we send letters with art and pictures now and then, and maybe every week if we can, and then visit now and then?”

Oh, Veneer wanted to cry hearing that. “I would LOVE that, Avery. I think I can do it every week, as long as you can.” He smiled down at her, finally pulling away when the door opened again, showing the guard from earlier. Both of them felt disappointed and didn’t want to leave.

“Time’s up, kids. I hope the meeting went well.” He looked the two of them up and down, then stepped out of the way, allowing for them to step out, “Veneer, you first.”

Veneer stepped out and gave a final look at Avery, “Oh, and Avery…I just wanted to let you know…I want to pay you back, no matter what. I don’t care if they gave you all your money back, but I want to do it too. Mark my words, I’ll give you back everything…”

“Oh Veneer…”

Avery watched as the guard put his hand on Veneer’s shoulder and guided him away from the door. Avery poked her head out the door and watched as they turned the corner and out of sight. She didn’t know where to go, so she waited for someone to come fetch her. That same guard returned and guided her out the door. Stacie was still at the desk and read a magazine now, not giving the young woman a glance as she left.

Avery’s heart was pumping wildly, and there was adrenaline going through her. She took out her phone and her first instinct was to call Rivers. She shrugged that thought away and pulled up Gracie, texting her instead.

Girl! Something interesting just happened. Can I come to talk to you?

***

Veneer was taken back to his cell, where the guard led him back in. He was breathless as he dropped onto his bed, flopping onto his back. He stared up at the stripped mattress above him, his cheeks redder than tomatoes. He still memorized Avery’s scent. It was strange, but it wasn’t that he hated it. It was the smell of a floral presume covering up the scent of grease and pizza. He wished he could play the lunch over, not to change anything but to experience it for a second time. Avery was making him go through these feelings that he had never experienced before. Suddenly, he felt as though he needed to talk to someone—anyone. Maybe he could catch his sister at dinner.

Veneer had a few hours to kill before dinner, so he sat at his desk, looking through the latest magazine Avery had bought for him, just filled to the brim with inspiration as he sketched away, not realizing he was planning matching outfits for himself and her. As he looked at his sketches, he realized that yes—she was right. He needed more colors in his drawings! Maybe he wouldn’t feel so bad about letting Avery buy him the colored pencils as a gift, though wanted to make sure that she didn’t feel obligated to buy him anything ever.

Many thoughts circulated in his mind. He couldn’t believe that she had been the one who wanted to call and visit him now. Since they had met and probably felt more comfortable with each other, he wouldn’t hesitate to ask her if she wanted to join him on his supervised outing. It wasn’t required for her to be there, but he wanted to have the experience with her, and now he felt confident that she would say yes. With their next visit or call, he would ask her. Dr. Graham would be thrilled to hear the news, and he wondered if his sister would too, or if she would blow up at him. If her anger management classes were working correctly, then maybe he didn’t have much to worry about.

When it was closer to time for dinner, Veneer held onto the bars of the cell, waiting for the guard to come back up the hallway with the others to take them all the dinner. He leaned his head against the bars to angle himself and see down the hallway better, trying to catch a glimpse of the guard. Sure enough, he caught a glimpse and stepped back so he wouldn’t appear desperate to get out that day, even though he really was.

Veneer contained his excitement all the way to the cafeteria. He grabbed a tray of some sort of processed salisbury steak meal and scanned the room for his sister. He always looked toward the back at the window. His sister liked to sit there the most because she enjoyed looking out the window. It was her way of tasting freedom. She was alone, per usual, and he came to sit across from her.

Velvet barely glanced at him for five seconds, eating some cheesy mashed potatoes on her plate, hardly touching the obviously fake meat. “So, did you get rejected or not? Go on, tell me.”

Veneer squirmed excitedly and anxiously. He held his hands together, trying to contain the excitement to avoid getting his sister all flustered. “It actually…WENT REALLY WELL! Of course, Avery was very disappointed at first, but I think she warmed right up to me! She brought me these delicious sandwiches, and we talked the whole two hours though it didn’t really feel that long. She promised to stay in contact and try to visit me more.” He waited and watched his sister closely, ready but also not ready for whatever reaction she was about to display.

Velvet put her spork down and slowly looked up to her brother. At first, Veneer was unable to gauge her reaction and worried she was about to have a meltdown. Velvet instead glumly leaned on her fist, casting her eyes down at the table. “Is there a way…you can help me get to that point?”

Veneer was taken aback. “Point…? What point?’ he asked.

“That I can have someone to talk to as well. This dump is annoying and I don’t have anyone else but you to talk to.”

Blinking in shock, Veneer’s mouth hung ajar slightly. “I mean…Yeah, I can try. I got mine with good behavior.” He smiled fondly at his sister, watching as she pushed around the food on her plate as though she was trying to hide her true feelings. “But I know you’ll get there, Velvet. I’ll help you through it, I promise.” For the first time since they had been arrested, Veneer truly felt connected to his sister.

Finally, Velvet met his gaze. “Do you still want to watch Desperate Housewives with me after dinner?”

Veneer reached across the table and put his hand over his sister’s. “Of course! I love watching that with you, Velvet…”

The siblings shared the last few bites of their food together. Something felt different for the two of them that day, and it was a good and welcoming sensation.

#veneer #veneer and velvet #veneer trolls #trolls veneer #velvet trolls #trolls velvet #trolls #trolls3 #trolls fanfiction #veneer x oc #veneer fanfiction #trolls 3 #trolls movie #dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #trolls band together #trolls oc

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Anymore amazing headcanons about rouge Obito and Rin who survives?

This is a continuation of this post.

*Rin would be confused, and asks Obito what he meant, and Obito then coldly tells her that he watched the one person who promised that he'd protect her thrust his Chidori into her chest, and since that day his life had been nothing but a living hell filled with lies and broken promises.

*Before Rin could say another word, Obito walks past her and look straight at Kakashi and Minato, then smirks at them and chuckles mockingly, asking him to not look at him like that. The guilt on Kakashi's face only made Obito want to rip his head off.

*Minato tells Obito that if he stops everything he's doing, he'll spare him from any punishments and crimes - and begs him to return. Obito then says that there is no crime in killing the ones who only cause misery to others in this hopeless world, so what crimes will he accuse him of?

*After some time of being unable to get through to Obito, Minato and Kakashi were ready to attack the Uchiha, only for Rin to run towards Obito and hug his back, holding him tightly, begging him not to leave them again - and she promises to love him and to always be there for him if he stays with her. She tells him that she knows that the Obito she knew is still there. Minato and Kakashi would be watching with a sad and torn expression.

*His expression cannot be seen given that his head lowers, but his rasp voice would carry the weight of a torn and pained emotion as he tells her, "Even after all this time you still believe in me... Even after all I've done you still kept your faith in me... You're truly one of a kind." He then breaks out of her hold, turns to her as he activates his Kamui, and tells her - "Everything's changed... my whole life changed, and there is no going back. However... one thing's for sure is that my love for you will never change, Rin."

*As he disappears, Rin falls to her knees and screams his name in grief, and then she swears that she will bring him back to her and that they'll be together.

*Rin becomes more determined to pursue him and find him. Time would pass. Rin would make it a habit to head towards the cemetery at night just to grieve the old Obito; and she'd be talking to Isobu about her feelings, who tries to comfort her and talk her out of pursuing him because he's a dangerous man that might change his mind about stealing him (Isobu) away from her. Rin remains to be torn, but then Isobu warns her about a presence watching her - and Rin gasps to find a figure lurking in the shadows.

*The figure steps out, and it's Obito, this time wearing a mask. He tells her that ever since the last time they saw each other, he couldn't stop thinking about her. The next thing he knew, he found himself looking for her even when he tried to stop himself. Rin asks what did he want, and Obito said that he just wanted to see her again.

*She asks him again, why is he doing all of this - and Obito says he will show her why, and reaches out his hand for her to take. Rin is hesitant, but she takes his hand and he teleports them to the field outside the Mountain's Graveyard, and then faces her, and shows her what went down through a genjutsu.

*Here, it is revealed that Madara implanted a Cursed Seal in Obito's heart - a seal that Obito cannot escape from, and that's why he has to do what he has to do while delaying the plans for her sake only. He tells her that the only way to stop him is through a war, and this foreshadows the upcoming 4th shinobi world war.

*Rin finally understands him, and realizes how much her "death" affected him, and she asks him for one favor - the favor is to see each other before the war is declared. To let her be with him a little more before they have to face each other in a battlefield.

*Obito hesitantly agrees - and they secretly meet each other; and this is where their romance starts to grow. Only the moon knows their secret, forbidden meetings at night and the stolen, passionate kisses as they're hidden within the forests or in beautiful waterscapes that is not inhabited by anyone. He knows of her love for waterfalls, seas, lakes - and so he takes her to those places.

*After a while of meeting each other, the day before Obito has to declare war, they end up making love in a beautiful grotto for the first time - this was a moment of complete vulnerability. Where she sees the real Obito at long last after years of suppression. Obito tells her that he loves her so much and dreams of a different time. Rin promises him that she will make it all happen.

*The significance of their romance is what makes Obito change his mind about accomplishing the Infinite Tsukuyomi, but the war needs to happen first because he has a special plan of his own.

*Skipping to the 4th shinobi world war, Obito fights Kakashi, Gai and Minato and everyone - and eventually has his battle with Kakashi in the Kamui dimension where Kakashi destroys the cursed seal.

*Now that the cursed seal is broken, Obito decides that this is his chance to fight off Madara - and so Obito takes the chance to join the Allied Forces to seal away the resurrected Madara, and to free the other bijuus that he stole with the Akatsuki. A long, hard battle ensues given that Madara is a lot more powerful than Obito - yet Obito is determined to finally free himself and become no one but Obito Uchiha.

*Hashirama decides to fight with Madara while Obito focuses on the other bijuu. After a long hard battle of everyone fighting against Madara and freeing the Tailed Beasts - the Allied Forces win. Madara and every other resurrected person is sealed away, and the bijuu are finally free.

*The question is now what to do with Obito, should he be punished or pardoned? Rin says that if it weren't for Obito then they would've all been destroyed, and Minato says that he will take care of Obito.

*Like how Sasuke got pardoned in the show, the same thing happens with Obito - and he decides to take a redemption trip where he gets to rediscover himself. Rin without a doubt joins him, and they have a nice journey together before returning to Konoha and getting married.

Annnnd guess what?

*He gets chosen to be a candidate for Hokage. Minato is the one that put down his and Kakashi's name as the next candidate much to the shock of the Council and Daimyo. Kakashi turns down the offer because he does not believe he can handle such a job, and that Obito should have a chance to fulfill the dream he never got to fulfill. They all resist because of his past - however, Minato says that Obito has the leadership skills needed to run the village. A lot of negotiations were made but eventually, they decided to elect Obito as the next Hokage!

*Obito becomes the Hokage and uses his leadership skills to run the village, eventually achieving the peace that he and Rin always dreamed of.

*As he and his beautiful wife Rin stand on top of his carved face on Hokage Rock with the wind blowing and caressing her long hair, he tells her, "You've kept your promise to me. You stayed by my side and took care of me - and I ended up saving the world." Rin leans her head against his shoulder and says, "Didn't I say that I'll always be watching you?"

The end.

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annab-nana · 1 year

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the reader saying/confessing this to Robin about Steve. “I think… I’m in love with Steve” || “Congrats on being the last one to find out” that'll be sooo cute, haha!

ahhhhh yeah here it is my love!

warnings: nervous pacing, being dumb and not realizing you're in love with steve, being laughed at by your best friend (but like not too bad), not proofread

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"why are you pacing?" robin inquired as she sat on your kitchen counter, eating a cheese stick. she peeled back a string of the delectable dairy product and popped it into her mouth while her eyes followed you going back and forth.

"because," you stated shortly.

robin huffed. "because why?"

you kept walking from the doorway toward the fridge and then back to the doorway. you only ever did this when you were deeply thinking about something, but robin feared it was something major with how you kept gnawing at your bottom lip.

"is it like the mall stuff again?"

you stopped at her query. "no, have you heard of something like that again?"

"no, no," she clarified before pulling off another string of cheese, "i just- you're acting weird so i assumed that it was something bad and my mind went to that but as far as i know, we're good."

"oh," you concluded while trying to get your heart to calm down for several reasons. one being that you didn't have to fear for your life again at the hands of whatever crawled out of the upside down this time. the other was the fact that steve harrington a hundred percent kissed your cheek earlier and you were still very much freaking out about it.

you hadn't realized you picked up the pacing again until robin's hand on your shoulder pulled you to a stop.

"dude, you're freaking me out. talk to me. what's wrong?" you could see in her eyes that she truly did care and she was your best friend. who knew you better than her?

taking in a breath to calm yourself, you spoke up what was bothering you. "i think… i'm in love with steve."

robin's face was blank for a second before she threw her head back in laughter. you visibly deflated and attempted to move away from her in embarrassment, but she placed her string cheese down on the counter beside her so she could use both of her hands to hold yours.

she giggled again. "congrats on being the last one to find out."

"you're making fun of me," you deadpanned. this wasn't the reaction you expected.

"of course i am. are you serious? i thought you already knew that. you look at him like he could move mountains, y/n! you get flustered any time he says your name and you laugh louder than anyone at everything he says. you are completely in love with him."

"great. well, that's perfect. not only am i just now finding out about this, but everyone else knew before i did. this makes me feel wonderful," you spoke with sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"not everyone knows," robin added, pulling you back toward her from where you were still trying to slip away from her. "steve is just as much an idiot as you."

"i don't know if that is a good thing or not," you mentioned with a chuckle, trying to deflect off your wounded pride.

"it's good because he's in love with you also and is slowly coming to realize it too."

you were surprised. "really?"

"geez, you two were made for each other."

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Eh fuck it. I’m not done, but here’s the first part of a three part ficlet starring boxer!Silco (more like fighter!silco in this, cause I did research on ufc, but whatever). I just named it the same thing as @aromansoul ‘s original artwork ^^’ Idk if/when the rest will get posted, but this is been mocking me from my drafts, and to refrain from posting ch9 of A Helping Hand, I’ll just post this instead OuO’

Zaun Underground Champion (1/3)

[silco x gn!reader*] [sfw] [boxer!silco] [part 1 of 3; short] [pt 2]

*there’s a pejorative that some might see as gendered femme but I don’t think it is, so idk, up to you

You took notice of him the first night you went.

He didn’t look like the type of guy who could last in the ring, and - honestly - you kind of expected him to lose. Maybe even in a spectacular fashion. He was too scrawny— not bone thin, but he didn’t have the heft of some of the other guys you saw that night; there was no way he could stack up to someone like, for instance, the last big name champion, Vander.

(Not that you’d ever found your way to underground fighting tournaments before now, but that was the name circulating the crowd. Apparently he’d given up the profession shortly after his championship a few years ago.)

His first bout was against someone of similar build, both announced by the ref, both names slipping your mind almost immediately. What didn’t slip your mind was the nickname. The Eye of Zaun. It wasn’t hard to guess why.

That first bout was tame, though you didn’t realize it at the time. Both fighters tried for grappling more than strikes, each escaping the hold of the other. It was a slow burn for that night, until the Eye got his opponent in a hold and made a solid strike to the kidneys. Suddenly things amped up, but not for long. First round was called on time, but in the second round he landed a blow to the opponent’s stomach that put him down and in a submission hold, leg ready to break before the guy tapped out.

Second bout earned him a few rough body shots, but he still came out on top. He was nearly fouled on an iffy elbow strike, but no ref called it despite the uproar from a few enthusiastic attendees outside the ring. Third fight was an absolute mess. The Eye may not have had the mass of some other fighters that night, but he certainly had the brutality. Both sides got fouled for violations to the loose rules of the tournament, strikes that left both men bloody and swollen, the Eye practically spitting fury after his opponent scratched at the man’s already scarred face.

That was the first night you saw him.

But it wasn’t the last.

It became your guilty secret, hearing about the matches from customers, figuring out how to get to them (when you could, with your odd schedule). Every night you went, you hoped to see him. The speed, the agility, the grace of the man was unparalleled. A scrappy underdog at first sight, if you saw him from the wrong side; a truly imposing threat if you saw the other.

He stayed high in the rankings for his class, even participating in a few cross-class fights for higher winnings. He won probably 90% of his matches. The man was good. An expert at weaving and dodging, with wiry arms that could get around a man’s neck and choke him out. Even if there were a few dirty tricks he pulled on occasion, sometimes getting called for it and other times slipping it in unnoticed.

You never expected to actually meet the man in person. But after a match held conveniently close to your workplace, you lingered in the area after most had cleared out, visiting one of your favorite food stalls around the corner.

When you came back, needing to pass the fight venue to reach your bar, you spotted him leaned against the wall, hand cupped around a lighter, cigarette loosely resting between his lips.

You couldn’t help but stare. There was a butterfly bandage across a thin laceration that marred his forehead, and the fire wasn’t the only thing burning dimly in the shadow of the rickety roof/second level of the venue building; there were tiny points of glow in the deepest furrows around his eye, not to mention the eye itself, like an ember on coal. From afar the darkened skin around the eye - or even the eye itself - might pass for an injury if not for the sparks.

He spotted your stare, and raised a brow, apparently unfazed by any pain from the now scrunched wound on his forehead. “What are you looking at?”

Shaking your head, you looked down. Only to look up again, and take a calculated few steps in his direction. “I’ve seen you fight,” you explained. “You’re really good.”

“Appreciated,” his tone was dry. He didn’t offer any more beyond that.

You wanted to say more, but weren’t sure what else to add. You simply paused, fidgeted, looked at the bruises on his hands.

It took him a couple tries with the lighter, seemingly low on fuel, but then the thing was lit and the burn matched his eye. “…Anything else?” It was a pointed look, telling you to politely step the fuck off.

You didn’t take the hint. “Let me buy you a drink.”

The Eye huffed a sardonic laugh. “Sweetheart,” the name was obviously mocking you, “now is not the time.”

“Some other time then,” you said boldly, shrugging a shoulder. Jerking your chin to the building beyond, you added, “Find me behind the bar. A drink on the house, next time you’re in.”

Thin lips formed a grim smile. “We’ll see. Regardless; appreciate the offer.”

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[next part]

#slow start which is why I was like eeehhh not sure if it’s worth sharing #so thank study for encouraging it #also read study’s silco POV for that art it’s AMAZING #boxer!silco #silco x reader #silco x gn!reader #silco x gender neutral reader #x-amount-writes #Zaun underground champion #wip:zaun underground champion

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wild one pt two | stranger things ; g.emerson

tag list babes || req rules + fandoms/characters || got a req or a ? || masterlist

CHAPTERS ;

one can be found by clicking. masterlist of other ST things can be found here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

Okay so look.. We're not talking about how I went veering into badgirl!popular/cheerleader territory with reader. We're not, lmao. I'm also still not ignoring my thousand other wips, I swear. This just came to me and I thought what the hell, why not. So, here we are.

You guys literally made my morning, you have no idea. All the comments / reblogs + reblogs with tags / the likes, you name it. I really didn't think about anything outside of getting this idea out of my head and you guys blew me away, ughhhh. I love you all so fucking much and you truly don't know what your interactions with my bullshit mean to me, I can't even begin to express it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

SUMMARY;

-- cheerleaders and drummers don't mix. Or do they?

aka, you're a cheerleader. not your typical one, but the fact remains. he's a drummer, one of the freaks. and yet somehow, you keep circling back to each other. how's this gonna go, I wonder?

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Cheerleader/Popular!Bad Girl reader.

{ beyond clothing descriptions and the knowledge that reader has female organs + the personality stuff I can't stop adding in, reader is mostly a blank slate. have fun with it. }

WARNINGS;

jason carver + his friends existing, body image / self esteem issues, angst, swearing, bullying / teenagers being shitheads within their own circle of friends, a bra is mentioned, holy shit reader and Gare are awkward angsty little stubborn shits and i live for it, for this chapter, that's it.

TAGLIST;

The only people on my taglist for Stranger Things currently are listed below. If you’d like to be and you aren’t, please go add yourself via the link at the very top of the post.

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OTHER STUFF;

Okay, first of all, this is just another slice of life type thing.. and also, look.. loook.. so my undying need to give Billy growth of some kind won out here. I mention that Susan threw Neil out. And I'm going off that to further say that maybe Billy stuck around a while, graduated and then got the hell out of town. BUT.. before he did, he kind of had time and space away from Neil's influence to realize that maybe he was becoming his father and he didn't want to be. He's still gonna seem to be an asshole, but just.. slightly less / more accepting of people. Since the Upside Down / Vecna and the other stuff that traumatizes every single one of these poor kids doesn't exist in most of my writings, Starcourt still exists, Jim and Joyce took the fam to California to celebrate their wedding or something and are back and naturally, nobody will be dying in this. JSYK more importantly, Gareth and Jeff have been aged to 18 so that the gang will all graduate together. Nobody is underage (except the actual kiddos but this is more about Gareth/reader with a side of Max) so we're all good.

“What are we even doing here?” Gareth grumbles as the four of them make their way over from where they’d parked in front of the diner to the park where the Fourth of July carnival was in full swing. The deafening sound of Motley Crue nearby and screeching brakes had the four friends sharing a look and glancing in the general direction of the sound.

You’re swearing up a storm and pulling at the handle on your door but the damn thing is stuck again. Emma’s already gotten out and she’s using the mirror on the passenger side to primp as Max and Lucas attempt to help you unstick your door. “I keep telling her Lucas, this car is literally Christine. Remember last week when it just quit and we all had to walk in the rain?”

“Hey, maybe if you try to wiggle the handle when you pull…” Lucas suggests. You try but it’s not budging.

“Jesus christ, just go out the window, trouble! Patrick is waiting!” Emma’s impatient, practically bouncing on her feet and ready to get her date started. You glance over at her and laugh. “Oh my godddd, go then, Em! Don’t keep your guy waiting or whatever cos this car is a demon straight from the pits of hell tonight!” you’re waving her off.

Eddie chuckles and rubs his chin. “That car’s possessed.” he muses.

Grant snickers quietly, “Her temper kind of reminds me of someone else’s…” and as he says this, his eyes fix on Gareth.

“Wasn’t she walking away from it while flipping it the bird that day it rained last week?” Jeff chuckles and shakes his head. Eddie laughs and nods. “Mhm.”

Inside the car, Max is torn between laughter and concern. “Okay, look. The windows are down. Just climb out. Before you break your hand.” she grimaces as you hit the door one more time and try to yank the handle a little more. "Stupid fucking piece of shit, oh my god, c'mon!" you grumble in frustration as you pinch the bridge of your nose and blow at falling hair “I’m gonna push this motherfucker over the quarry, I swear to God. It’s coming, ugh. C’mon you piece of shit! Open!” you proclaim, pulling harder on the handle, beyond agitated now.

Emma’s gone ahead already and the second you see Andy glancing your way, you groan inwardly. Not today, Satan.” you grumble as you hoist yourself up and climb out the window of the car. Lucas does the same over on the passenger side, pulling Max out after he’s steady.

And just like clockwork, Andy’s clearing his throat when you finish giving your hair a tousle and checking your pockets to make sure you have everything you need so you don’t have to walk back over from the carnival.

“Hey.” Andy’s eyes roam over you slowly. Almost lingering long enough to be lewd when they settle on your tits and it’s to a point where you clear your throat while rolling your eyes just to get him looking up at your actual face. Everything about the way he’s looking at you makes you really uncomfortable, but true to form, Andy doesn’t seem to pick up on it. If he does, he doesn’t care because like the rest of the jocks at Hawkins High, he’s used to getting exactly what he wants.

“Bye.” you retort, biting your lip. “As you can see, ape,the problem is solved. There’s uh, nothing to see here, no sense in hanging around.” you’re trying to get rid of him but he doesn’t seem willing to get the hint. Thank God for Max and Lucas, because they wander over and clear their throats. You use their appearance to your advantage and hurry away. “Gotta go, uh.. We’re going to the midway or something.” and you grab hold of your stepsister’s elbow, the two of you hauling ass away in such a hurry that the three of you wind up colliding with the four members of Corroded Coffin. More to the point, you wind up colliding with Gareth and the two of you topple over. You raise up, straddling his hips and you can feel yourself turning red and hot all over. Gareth realizes that his hands are on your hips and flustered, he moves them off real quick.

“Uh..” your hand catches in your hair as you extract yourself from his body reluctantly, “Sorry.”

Gareth looks like he’s glaring at you and all you can think is that this is just awesome, just great. Now you can add nearly crushing the poor guy with your body right to the bottom of the list under covering him in cake flavored vomit back in seventh grade.

Jeff clears his throat and gives Gareth a look to clue him into the fact that his facial expression is maybe not the best choice for the current situation and Gareth wants to die right then and there because he realizes that he’s scowling at you. You hold out a hand to Gareth to attempt pulling him up and he honestly wants to grab hold of your hand but that stubborn need to not look like a little bitch and pull himself up off the ground wins out and he pulls himself up and as soon as he realizes what he’s done -and what you possibly think now because of it, he wants to punch himself in the face for it.

You linger for a second or two. “You’re uh… I didn’t hurt you, right?” you ask quietly, swallowing hard as you look him over in concern. Trying not to focus too hard on his eyes and how angry he looks or how embarrassed you are, or how up close, his lips look even more tempting somehow.

But you’re assuming that you’ve blown it all over again and given that your father and stepmother live in a trailer park, the option to buy a deserted island and live out your dying days is not available to you. ,, Guess it’s back to avoiding him at all costs.” the thought comes and it makes you frown just slightly. Sadly. You plaster on a weak smile as soon as you feel it form though, and you take a deep breath to pull yourself together. “Sorry. I’m.. Gonna go now. Yeah..” you hurry away before he even manages to get one single word out.

And as you disappear into the crowd on the midway with Lucas and Max flanking either side of you, Gareth turns and immediately kicks the nearest garbage bin to him as he swears out loud about the whole mess that just turned into.

Eddie would’ve laughed, but he could look at his best friend and just tell that Gareth was torn up real bad about the way that all just transpired, so when Jeff is about to open his mouth, he nudges him and shakes his head no quietly. Jeff nods in agreement and Grant leans in, whispering to the two of them, “He really shook her up. That’s the first time I’ve seen her actually get flustered since at least 6th grade.”

“Yeah, he won’t believe that, buddy. Still thinks the whole reason she vomited all over him that one night was because she wound up getting sent to the closet with him on the spin.” Jeff explains calmly. Eddie snickers quietly, “Y’know how he is, man.”

“Yeah, and sometimes, it doesn’t do him any favors.” Jeff responds with Grant nodding in agreement. “Agreed.”

You’re standing in line for the Gravitron when you spot Gareth walking past, your neighbor Eddie and their other two friends Grant and Jeff in tow. You quickly face the front and you bump against Max as you do it. She snickers quietly. “Are you okay? You were really flustered back there.”

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s fine, everything is fine. I was just born to a father too fuckin poor to buy me a private island to go die on, that’s all.” you laugh, gazing at the ride as it spins while twisting some messy strands of hair around your finger. “Guess it’s back to avoid at all costs.”

Max laughs and shrugs. “Or.. you could just ya know… Play the whole thing off.”

Lucas chuckles quietly. “He wasn’t mad. Gareth’s just got an angry face sometimes. He doesn’t even realize when he’s doing it.”

“Oh trust me. He looked mad. If he wasn’t, he was probably annoyed because my fat ass was probably crushing him or something.”

Lucas almost tells you that he’s at least fifty percent sure that’s not the case, but he knows how stubborn you are by now. So instead, when he catches sight of Will,Mike and Eleven, with Dustin in tow, he waves them over.

“Guys, this is ____.”

“Call her trouble though. Everybody else does.” Max smiles at her friends, “She’s my new stepsister.”

You smile at the group of teenagers and laugh. “I don’t bite.”

Will gives you a weak smile and nods. “Hey.”

Mike’s gaping at Max. “Isn’t she a cheerleader?” he questions, wary and tense as he gazes over at you when you’ve turned your attention back to the ride you’re all in line for. “Why isn’t she with her friends right now?” he’s only asking because he’s worried, because he’s not even an official freshman yet and already, the taunts and the teasing and the bullshit from the jocks have started towards him, his best friends Will and Dustin and his girlfriend Eleven.

Max rolls her eyes at Mike. “Would you relax? She hates them. I mean, except for Emma. Maybe that girl Chrissy Cunningham.”

“Hey. I’m Dustin Henderson.” Dustin smiles at you and you smile back. “I think I babysat you a few years ago, kid.” Dustin laughs and nods. “Wait, yeah. I remember now. The blanket fort.” and you grin, giving him a thumbs up.

Eleven smiles at you. “It’s nice to meet you. Max talked about you a lot when she called or wrote this summer.”

You smile back at the other girl and nod. “She talked about you nonstop. How was California? I bet it was fun, right?”

“It wasn’t too bad. I think Jim was ready to get back here, he said he’d gotten enough sand in places it shouldn’t be for the rest of his life.” Eleven laughs and you smile at her, nodding. “Yeah, my dad took me to this big race day or something when I was little. Kinda hated the beach because of all the sand.” you shrug.

The line inches forward and you find yourself getting pulled into the conversation happening between Max and her friends.

And then you spot Caroline and some of the other cheerleaders wandering down the midway. “Fucking hell. It’s too early in the night for them. C’mon ground, open up a portal? I’ll even take one to hell right now…” you rub the bridge of your nose. Luckily, Max has just enough friends that with all of them standing around you, Caroline and the two other girls flanking her walk right past without even noticing you.

“If you hate them so much, why not just quit?” Mike’s gazing at you, curious.

“Because quitting means they win, kid. Quitting proves that they’re all right about me and I am trash. I’m too petty.” you explain, giving a shrug.

The ride’s ready to board and you step on. Seeing one or two others do it, you get curious.

“Don’t think about it.” Max hisses.

“Oh come on!” you grin as you do a handstand and press yourself back against the wall, “Gravity will hold me up.”

“Okay, well.. When you puke everywhere, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Max gives a mild shrug as she and Lucas take the two spots next to you.

Across the ride, Eleven mouths to Max, “Is she crazy?” and all Max can do is shrug because sometimes, she does wonder.

The ride comes to an end and you stumble off and right into Emma, who is cozied up to Patrick and carrying the biggest stuffed panther you’ve ever seen before. You pout a little, but you smile at Patrick. “Hurt her and I’m coming for your knees, dude.”

Patrick chuckles. And spotting Lucas as he exits the ride, he grins and makes his way over. “Worked on that jumpshot yet, kid?”

Lucas nods.

Max nudges you and nods to the cotton candy stand across the midway, laughing when you freeze because Gareth and his friends are sitting at a picnic table eating nachos. “I feel like cotton candy. C’mon.”

“Oh no. Nope. Not a chance. I’ll give you the money and let you go, though.”

Max grabs hold of your arm and she’s practically dragging you towards the vendor. You’re laughing but also as you pass the table Gareth is sitting at, you’re painfully aware that he’s sitting there.

And despite trying your best not to, you glance back because you hear him laugh about something and it catches your attention.

“Ya know, it’s not that hard to just make the first move. I did with Lucas.”

You laugh but the laughter dies away the second you realize she’s being serious. You shake your head. “Oh no. Nope. Absolutely not. Every single time I try to even breathe near the guy, I go and fuck up, do something stupid.”

Max laughs quietly. “Y’know… when my mom met your dad I was scared. Because Neil and Billy, they..” she rubs her forehead and you nod because you know where she’s going. “Yeah. I know.” you mumble quietly. “How was he when you talked to him last time?” you ask quietly.

“Happy to be back in California. Relieved to be away from Neil too. He’s happier, it’s like he’s a total different person. He said he thought about coming to visit around Thanksgiving and he actually talked to my mom for two hours.” Max admits, managing a weak smile. “Maybe Mom throwing Neil out gave him the courage to do it too.”

“Maybe it did.” you answer, smiling.

Max speaks up after a quick glance around reveals that Gareth was staring right at you and turned away only after he realizes that she’d caught him doing it. “Ooh.” Max laughs as she leans into you a little, “he was looking at you.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Nice try, Max. It’s not happening.” you sigh a little, glancing back but so quick you could’ve easily given yourself whiplash when you turn your head to look back at the stall you stand in front of instead. “Nope. I honestly think he hates me. I mean, to be fair, I can’t blame the guy. First I barf on him then I go and try to crush him.”

Max raises a brow. “You? Crush him? You realize he’s brawnier and a little taller than you, right? I doubt you crushed him.”

You shrug. Because all you ever hear from the coach of your squad and Caroline is that you’re too thick, you need to cut back. This and that and if you were even slightly less confident in your body like some girls your age, you’re pretty sure it would live in your head rent free. And sometimes, on a bad day, it does. But you try not to let it get to you.

Caroline spots you and she gives you a disappointed look because of where you happen to be standing when she wanders up to you. “I thought you were cutting out sugar?” she nods to the cotton candy stand.

“I never said I would… Mother.” you roll your eyes and take a big bite of the cotton candy as soon as the vendor inside the stall hands it to you. Caroline’s eyes settle on your Motley Crue t-shirt and your cut offs and the black motorcycle boots and she wrinkles her nose. “We have got to take you shopping at Starcourt soon. Can’t have you roaming the hallway like some grungy little whore when school starts back again.”

Max tenses and glares up at the older girl. Every part of her wants to say something but she doesn’t because she knows you well enough to know that you won’t hesitate to handle it.

You’re doing the same and you smirk. “Ya know… Maybe I prefer the grungy whore look. Maybe that’s just me.”

Caroline snorts in annoyance. Steps closer and smirks. “You do realize if you weren’t so flexible and so good at most of the stunts, you’d have already been off the team, right? You’re an image problem. Your skills and Chrissy, bless her sweet heart.. They’re the only things holding you at the top.”

“Oh really now.” you purr, stepping closer, smirking as you laugh softly. “Sweetheart.. What the hell makes you think I give a shit to start with, hm? The only reason I haven’t quit is Em and Chris. I promised them I wouldn’t quit way back in 9th grade. Sides,” you laugh and twirl hair around your finger as you glare at her calmly, “I like making the rest of you miserable bitches squirm.”

“Are you ready to go, Max?” you ask your stepsister as you shove past Caroline and you do it hard enough she stumbles back a little and you storm away.

Max is laughing and the two of you high-five as you stop within earshot of the table that Gareth and his friends happen to be sitting at. “I swear to God, Max..One day she’s gonna catch me in the wrong mood and I’m going to strangle her bare-handed.” you’re fuming a little as you glare at Caroline’s turned back. Max nods. “Her sister is just as bad. Maybe worse. She was trying to pick on Eleven at the roller rink last year.”

“Yeah, let her try that shit, any of them, truth be told. Let any of them try that shit when you guys are around me. They can honestly all go fuck themselves.” you grumble and take a few deep breaths as you toss the empty paper roll that held your cotton candy into the garbage. “C’mon. Let’s go back over. See what everyone else is doing, huh?”

Max nods and the two of you walk away.

Gareth glares at Caroline Owens turned back. Rolling his eyes. “Miserable bitch. She’s on somebody’s case about anything when her nose looks like an actual bird beak?” he’s ranting, he’s irritated by it and he’s not bothering to hide it. Eddie snickers and Jeff nudges Eddie. “I told you he still liked her, man.”

Gareth glares at the two of them. “I don’t. It’s just fucking stupid.”

“Mhm. And what was that two minute rant just now, Emerson?” Grant questions as he finishes off the nachos he’d gotten himself.

Gareth shrugs, goes quiet. “Nothing. It just pisses me the fuck off.”

“Mhm, right.” Jeff teases, but it’s gentler. Because he’s still remembering their talk out in Gareth’s garage earlier that afternoon. The one where he admitted that maybe he still liked her but then he immediately went on to list off every single reason why that wasn’t a good idea. And Jeff knows that right now, there’s a lot going on in his best friend’s head.

You make your way down the midway with Max and her friends because they’ve decided to tag along with her and Lucas and as soon as you spot Andy and Jason, you grumble. You give Chrissy a sweet smile and wave. And as the three of them wander over, you grumble under your breath even more about Andy and Jason.

It’s Lucas’ idea to just get in line for the bumper cars since that line is the shortest. So you all get in line for it and somehow, this doesn’t deter Andy or Jason from wandering over.

“Given any thought to what I suggested this afternoon?” Jason’s flashing that megawatt grin. Chrissy mouths an apology to you and speaks up quietly. “If she doesn’t like Andy, she doesn’t like him, Jason…”

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to help my buddy. Andy really likes her.”

“But she doesn’t like him. Kind of feels like you’re forcing things.”

“I’m not, princess.” Jason says it so smoothly. You watch Chrissy swallow hard, swallow down whatever she was about to say with just the slightest hint of fear and worry in her eyes. You gaze at her a second or two, concerned.

You nudge Max. “If a guy ever treats you like that asshole treats her, run. He’s so controlling. She wanted to come stay last weekend, right? He tells her mother exactly where I live and that Wes has been to jail for an assault charge from an old bar fight and naturally, she couldn’t.”

Max glares at Jason. “Doesn’t surprise me. Not at all.” she mumbles, mostly to herself. She can’t stand him because she can see right through him. So could Billy. That’s why before he left for California last year, he warned Lucas about him. After apologizing for the way he’d treated him, which came as a huge shock to her when he’d done it. She’s almost praying her former step brother comes to visit for the holidays because she’d love to see Billy get his hands on Jason.

Andy’s eyeing you up. You shrink back just a little. Roll your eyes. “My eyes are up here, dirtbag.” you grumble calmly, Andy not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at your tits yet again. He chuckles. “I know, darlin. I just can’t–” you shake your head and smirk. “If I were you, I wouldn’t finish that sentence, pig. The answer is still no. Until the day you see Satan himself passing out Icees in hell, that’s gonna be the answer. I mean this, Andy,” you twirl some hair around your finger as you tilt your head to look up at the taller boy, “If you and I were the last hope at repopulating Earth, I’d fling myself right off the face of it. You’re a disgusting perverted asshole.”

“So bitchy.” Andy shakes his head. “You’ll be sorry you said that, darlin.”

You scoff at his warning. “Yeah, no. No I won’t, actually. If you came over here to try and guilt me into double dating, the answer is no. Get Em and Patrick to do it. I’m here with my family, okay? That’s more important, asshole.”

Max smiles just the slightest when you’re not looking to see it.

“And as her stepsister, I don’t want you around me. Got it?” Max speaks up, calm and quiet. Andy scoffs at her, rolling his eyes, “Oh yeah? Well what if your opinion doesn't count, kid?”

“Counts one hell of a lot more than anything you have to say, Andy. You can go now. Buh-bye.” you give him a dismissive little wave.

“You guys stay away from him and his friends, alright? Jason’s going to poison them all and they’re nothing but bullies.” you say it and Max nods. “You don’t have to tell me twice. It worries me that Lucas is on their team and he’s around it.”

You sigh and nod. Glancing over at her boyfriend as Jason wanders over to chat him up and you’ve seen the way it makes his friends scatter. “If he starts to change, do what’s best for yourself.” you fluff her hair. “C’mon. Let’s go collect your date and go find his actual friends and find somewhere to sit for the fireworks.”

“Hey, did Mom say if she was coming by after work with Wes?” Max asks. You shrug. “Wes said he wanted to meet us up here, something about watching fireworks with his girls is definitely better than getting wasted like he used to.” you admit, laughing softly. “Your mom’s really turned my big scary biker dad into a huge teddy bear. I kinda love her for that.” you admit, slipping an arm around Max.

You and Max wander over and you clear your throat. “C’mon kid. We need to find a place to sit for the fireworks. Thought you two might want to find your friends and sit with them too.” you smirk calmly at Jason as you say it, arms crossed over your bare midriff.

“We’ll see you at the gym tomorrow, buddy. We’ll work on that jump shot again. You’re gettin real good.” Jason says it so smoothly, with such a charmers grin too. Lucas grins back. “Okay, see you then.”

As you’re walking off, Max elbows him. “Hey! You know tomorrow is Saturday. You know that’s DnD night, Lucas.”

“And I can do both. Relax, baby. I know. I didn’t forget, okay?”

Max glances at you and sighs, shrugging. But she nods and manages a smile.

You find a spot in the grass and sprawl out, rising up when Emma wanders over with Patrick. You laugh and nod to Emma’s leg. “I’m borrowing your girlfriend’s thigh. I need a pillow, the ground’s hard, man.” Patrick snickers and gives you a thumbs up. “Go ahead, you’re good. You were her friend first.”

“Smart answer, buddy. Real smart answer.” you grin at him. You lean in to Emma and mumble quietly, “Caroline started her bitching earlier.”

“You too, huh? You should’ve heard Patrick when she came at me for eating that deep friend jalapeno. He told her to mind her own damn business, basically.”

You glance from Patrick to Emma and you giggle quietly. “So how’s it feel to live the dream, hm?”

“You could too, y’know.” Emma glances at you and then off into the crowd a little closer to the front and you glance in the direction to find Gareth and his three best friends sitting or sprawled out on the grass and for just a minute, you catch yourself attempting to imagine it before quickly shoving the thought out of his head as you tear your eyes off and look back up at her.

You snort in laughter. “Right, Em. Look, we both know that’s not gonna happen. Besides,” you settle to lay your head in her lap, “Pretty sure if he didn’t hate me for barfing on him back then, he hates me for nearly crushing him tonight.”

Emma scoffs. “Bitch, where? Where are you saying you crushed him, huh? Because he’s not a beanpole for one and two, he’s actually taller.. Sturdier than you.”

You flip her off and shrug. “I hit him pretty damn hard though, that’s where. I’m not saying it about me, I’m saying it because I pretty much football tackled the poor guy…. It was when we were trying to escape fuckin Andy that first time.”

“Still! I doubt he hates you for an accidental crash, woman, jesus christ.” Emma argues.

“Woman, I’m telling you. He was glaring at me. Full on glaring.” you insist.

Emma laughs and shakes her head. Apparently, you haven’t realized that it’s just Gareth’s default facial expression most of the time and in no way does it indicate that he’s angry. Unless he’s yelling, in someone’s face about to shove or just calmly glaring with his fists clenched.

As Mayor Kline gives his long-winded speech about the importance of the holiday, you lounge on the ground, staring up at the stars. Nearby, you can hear Max and her friends talking back and forth and laughing. When you spot your father and Susan making their way in, you wave and nod to the spot in the grass between Max and her friends and you with yours.

Patrick clears his throat. “Either of you want anything? I’m gonna get a snowcone.”

“Please, babe?” Emma asks.

“Cherry coke. Tell ‘em not to skimp on the cherries, please?” you call out.

– ( after the carnival)

The knock on the door of the Munson trailer had the four best friends sharing a look. Eddie palms his face. “I fucking forgot to get my clothes out of Susan’s dryer. Goddamn it.” he grumbles to himself as he puts down his Monopoly piece and puts away his money. “No stealing, shitheads.” he’s calling out over his shoulder as he opens the trailer door.

You instantly regret your decision to just wander over without bothering with the formality of pants and in one of your longer t-shirts when you spot Gareth sitting on the living room floor inside Eddie’s trailer. “Your clothing, dude.” you hold up the taped and overfilled laundry basket. Eddie catches you watching Gareth as Gareth makes himself look at the game board in front of him.

“You can come in and say hi?” Eddie’s taunting remark draws you out of your own head. “Nah man.. Wrestling's on tonight. I was kind of in the middle of watching a real good match with Wes when the dryer went off. I uh..” you shuffle bare feet against the stoop and drag your hands through damp hair, “Better get back over there. Yep. Mhm.” you’re rambling and you want to die, but you do the next best thing instead. You bolt back across the street.

And it’s only when you’re back in the trailer that belongs to your father, Wes and Susan, your stepmom, that you realize somehow, your laundry must’ve gotten mixed in with Eddie’s because you’re trying to find your favorite leopard print bra, the one with the little snakes on it too, and you can’t find it anywhere.

“Just fuckin awesome. First I manage to tackle a guy I’m pretty sure I might have a crush on again and make him hate me, but now, my goofy neighbor Munson knows what one of my bras looks like. Fuck my life.” you groan out dramatically as you fall back against the bed.

And across the road, Eddie’s putting his clothes in his room when he spots it in the pile. He snickers to himself and yes, maybe to fluster Gareth just a little, he slingshots it in Gareth’s direction. “Something for you, buddy.”

“The fuck?” Gareth realizes what it is and his entire body reddens as he shifts the way he sits on the living room floor in front of the Monopoly board. “How the hell’d you get this?”

“Sometimes their shit gets mixed in with ours when I wash clothes.” Eddie shrugs.

Gareth turns the thin garment over in his hands but he’s smart enough to know that his friends are about to start the teasing at any second, so he tosses it back at Eddie. “Idiot.” he grumbles, rolling the dice so that he can take his turn.

Eddie snickers quietly. “Keep it, man.”

“Give it back to her, idiot. Do we really need a reason for those douchebags she’s probably friends with to come looking for us?” Gareth grumbles.

“You realize she kinda hates them, right? Literally Emma and Chrissy are the only people from that crowd she actually likes. Your girl is a loner, Emerson.” Jeff insists but he knows he's talking to a damn brick wall at this rate. Gareth's got his mind made up. And he's definitely wary.

“She’s not my girl.”

“But she could be.” Jeff suggests calmly, glancing across the table at his best friend. Gareth laughs and goes quiet. “Yeah, somehow I doubt that, I mean.. Thanks to my face doing it’s usual thing earlier, she probably thinks I hate her now anyway.”

“I doubt it, man.” Jeff and Grant insist in unison. Eddie just rubs his hand over his face and laughs. “You’re always calling me dramatic, who thinks a girl hates him just because his face does bitchy things on it’s own? Because it’s not me, Emerson. Ya know, the quickest way to clear it up is I dunno, actually talk to her.. Right?”

“Yeah, not happening. You saw her just now when she was at the door with your clothes. She didn’t even look over here. Like at all. It’s not a big deal anyway, school will start soon. She’ll wind up dating one of those assholes. I’ll even bet on it.” Gareth insists.

“Whatever you say, buddy.” Jeff just shrugs.

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