#Sigh just the brother in laws ig

[knizuu]

Ok well I HAD made this for a punchline, the joke is no longer the funny-so now ig this is out of context-idk man

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: your son maegon visits his sick old uncle, viserys, and end up learning the story of how you met your husband.

author's note: look who's back... this story was based off two asks, this one, and another one asking how daemon and mom!reader met. and now mom!reader is officially dornish!!!! i will not be making descriptions of her features in the future, but just know that mom!reader is poc. i hope you guys enjoy this story. it feels good to write again.

warnings: none ig

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It is sad when a family member gets sick and you know there's nothing you can do about it. So when your brother-in-law fell ill, it came the time you had to explain to your children that King Viserys wouldn't be the same he once was. The hard part was trying not to scare them with the thought of losing their uncle.

The news brought sadness to Alyssa's and Rhaegon's hearts, but Maegon was the most affected one. He felt the necessity of doing something for his beloved uncle so that even though the King now lay indisposed, he could still feel loved. Your son was old enough to realize that besides Helaena, Viserys' kids did not care for him. That made him sad. Rhaenyra lived in Dragonstone, and for so she couldn't give the attention her father deserved.

The boy had the idea of asking Queen Alicent to let him pay some company for King, during the evenings where he would like someone to talk to. As she needed a break from the sick man herself, she would let Maegon take over her place wherever she felt like it. Which was, almost every evening.

During one of those evenings, Prince Daemon thought it would be nice to see what his brother and son talked about. Mostly, he just wanted to see his brother interacting with anyone, to have the certainty that Viserys would still be alive for a while. The King had little to no hair on his scalp. His body couldn't stand up without the supported of a cane. Daemon didn't know how much time his older brother had left.

When Daemon made entrance to the monarch's solar, he found his son and his brother giggling softly. It felt good to hear the laughing. It meant Viserys was in fact, still alive.

"May I know what is so funny?" The Rogue Prince asked, making his presence known.

Maegon was startled by his father's voice. He has been visiting his uncle for weeks now, but not once his father wanted to come with him.

"Oh, hello Daemon" Viserys grinned at the sight of his sibling, "what a coincidence to see you right now. I was just telling Maegon about that time when we were kids... Do you remember when we tried to find The Cannibal?"

Daemon chuckled, "I do. We searched around all Dragonstone until Father found us before we got inside a Volcano's cave."

"And we never found him!" Viserys laughed.

"Well, thank Gods! You two would probably be eaten or burned alive and I wouldn't be here today to hear the story if you did find him." Maegon reasoned, watching his father pacing around the King's solar.

Daemon's fingers danced around the huge model of Valyria that his brother had exposed in the middle of his room.

"I miss the good old days when I was brave. Once I was sword fighting, I was riding Balerion, I took my little brother to look for a cannibal wild dragon..." Viserys sighed softly.

"You are brave still, uncle" Maegon assures, "It takes bravery to rule. And it takes bravery to be kind. You are a good King."

Viserys nodded to his nephew's words, taking his hands across the table. Daemon felt warmth in his heart. He couldn't quite understand that sensation, but he sees that part of him feels glad that his son expressed words and emotions he could never say or show, because he didn't know how to.

"Did you know that I was the one who introduced your mother to Daemon?" Viserys asked, with fun in his tone, "Have I ever told you the story?"

"Oh, you haven't!" Maegon engaged, grinning excitedly, "Do tell me, uncle, please."

We were all at Driftmark to prestige Corlys and Rhaenys' wedding. Nobles from all across the Seven Kingdoms were there, and your mother was one of them. I remember she was wearing her house colors in her dress. She was a bit older than your sister is now, I think.

My late wife, Aemma, introduced me to her, I didn't know they were friends. I discovered that the lady whom I had just met, was not only a Princess but also played part as a knight at her father's guard. She wore that dress with such grace, that I thought my ears deceived me when I imagined her wearing armor and ringmail.

My thoughts were disturbed by Caraxes' whistling noises, when Daemon, who was very late for the ceremony, came flying upon our heads, rounding Corlys' castle. Everyone was watching the little show your father was giving, mouth-opened, shocked, scared. Y/N wasn't any of those things. She wasn't impressed at all. I remember asking her;

"Have you ever seen a dragon?"

and smirking, she replied, "Where I come from, we have scarier animals."

"Scarier?" Aemma questioned.

"More dangerous." Y/N reasoned.

"I suppose you're right, Princess Y/N," I said, "There are beings more lethal than a dragon, like the very man who rides it can be far more dangerous for his ideals, than the dragon under his command."

It felt like I summoned my brother once I said those words.

"Prince Daemon" Y/N made a short reverence to greet his presence.

"Brother, let me introduce you to Princess Y/N of Sunspear, she is a good friend of Aemma's."

Daemon kept his smugly signature grin on his lips, and took Y/N's hand in his, kissing the soft skin of her knuckles.

"I am deeply sorry for being late for the ceremony. I hope dear cousin Rhaenys can forgive my missing presence." Daemon changed the subject without paying any interest to the lady who made us company.

His rudeness made me uncomfortable, but it was so like my brother to behave like that.

"Y/N, you should come visit us. Viserys and I would love to welcome your family to Dragonstone." Aemma smiled and looked at me for reassurance.

I nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you want. It is a very lonely place, and unfortunately, the only family we have there is my brother, as Aemma and I are still trying for a child."

Before Y/N could give us an answer, Daemon retorted, "My apologies if living with your younger brother is not what you expected of marriage."

"It certainly is not what I was expecting." Aemma playfully hit Daemon with her elbow.

Y/N giggled softly and the noise took Daemon's attention. He was quite curious why she was still there, in his presence. Most people who didn't know him are likely to feel uncomfortable with his intimidating presence, but not that girl.

"Are you here with your family?" He questioned. That was the first time he spoke directly to her.

Y/N shook her head, "My father sent me here in his name to prestige Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, and give them our wedding gift."

"Oh. I see Dorne's economy must be great if its ruler has enough gold to spend on such superficial events." Like always, Daemon felt the need to say something directly rude.

Y/N frowned, "I thank the Gods our economy is doing well. It certainly is not because of your King." she replied. Her head remained raised, and her eyes stared at Daemon's on the same height.

Daemon felt strange. That woman wasn't offended by what he said, and even tried to get under his skin. One had to have such courage to talk to him like that.

"Uhm... Viserys, why don't you take Daemon to get that wine Corlys was talking to you about?" Aemma spoke trying to break the tension.

"When I took him away, he couldn't shut his mouth about Y/N. He was amazed a woman had the guts to talk to him like that, and even so about the King." Viserys finished the story, as Maegon quietly listened to every word he said.

"She never really had much filter, your mother." Daemon said, "Still doesn't."

Maegon frowned, "But... that's it? That's how you met mother? But, when did you start courting her, father?"

"She came to Viserys' coronation ceremony. Aemma was pregnant and couldn't make her company, so I offered myself for my sister-in-law to be the one hosting her friend in King's Landing." Daemon shrugged, "The rest... well, maybe you should ask your mother how it happened. I don't remember very well, but I know she quickly fell in love with me."

[yanderenightmare]

L "Lawliet"

rewatched Death Note and just couldn't resist...

TW: strict schooling ig, orphan reader, creepy behavior

gn reader

You were placed in Wammy’s House at an age you don’t remember. To you and most of the orphans here, it’s been your entire lives. Birthdays aren’t celebrated. The days are cold, the residents even colder. There was a time when you’d consider them brothers and sisters, but that’s also long ago now. No one is close to each other in this house.

It’s a rather stale existence with boring conditions unfit for normal children – the solitude, the competition, the games, always a ploy to make each other feel worthless. And for what… more riddles to solve?

You’d long lost interest in proving yourself among the prodigies. When you were given puzzles, you always played with them differently than the rest. They’d tell you to fill out the sheets, and you ended up making origami swans instead.

Looking around at the others, you knew you would never understand them – all blank faces staring into space. They all make you uneasy. You don’t know if it’s you or them that’s missing something, but you recognize it’s a rather pointless question to be begged. 

So you leave your paper flock on the floor and walk away.

You’d started putting the chisel of a black marker to the library books in your spare time – trying to make something else out of the boring pages. Something more palatable than the droning of law and policy you’d already read ten times over.

You had blacked out the word doppelganger when there came a disturbance.

“You had 84% of them right.”

You peeked up from the book, lowering your knees from where you had them tucked close for privacy – sitting on the floor between two bookshelves – a little nook you’d discovered to hide yourself from the rest of the busy readers in the usually crowded library.

It was empty now. Everyone was otherwise busy with the test still.

And yet, a mess of black hair was crouched down in front of you, shadowing his equally dark eyes. He held your swans unfolded in his hands. It was a disturbing sight for some reason – as though he’d dissected their guts. 

“You left 16% unanswered. Most people would test their luck and guess.”

L must have been the least creative alias born in the dull walls of Wammy’s House, and yet, he’s supposed to be the brightest of all those living there. He always finishes your tests early and leaves in favor of his own devices. Much like you, you suppose. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak before.

Suppose it’s only courtesy you pay him the same effort even when what you really want is to tell him to leave you alone…

You narrowed your eyes a bit, looking at him.

You sensed foul play in a game you had no wish to partake in but moved across the board like a sacrificial pawn anyway. That’s how you play these things, after all – never show your cards.

“There’s nothing to guess.” You sigh – despite knowing he already knows all this. “The blanks are trick questions.”

“So you noticed, too?” His eyes are like inkblots – much like those spills you’ve made in your book when you let the marker rest too long. He dropped your papers between you in favor of gripping his knees, leaning forward. “We’re the only ones.”

You purse your lips at his eagerness. You should have played dumb from the start – should have said you swiped the answer sheet from the headmaster’s office. He’d only spoken all but four sentences, and you were already exhausted. Any conversation with any one of your peers was like an interrogation.

“You started folding paper cranes when I was 94% done. Easy logistics would put you 6% ahead of me. But, unlike me, it didn’t seem you were filling out the answer sheets in any hurry. In fact… you seemed bored. And in that case, I’d put you around 16%, no... 18% ahead of me.”

You allowed the following silence to inform him that his ramblings were boring you. But it didn't seem he took the hint – showing no signs he planned on leaving.

Your eyes grew more jaded.

“Paper swans.” You corrected blandly. “You know my alias is Swan.”

You clapped your book together and sighed again.

“And we both know you were finished long before I started folding them.” 

He had a small smile on his face. It looked as if you’d drawn it on with your marker.

“You can state all the percentages in the world to try and confuse me, but your mind games won’t get under my skin for one single simple reason, L…” You got up and brushed off the dust, then walked away while saying, “I’m not interested in playing – not with you or anyone else in this miserable place. So do me a favor and leave me alone.”

L watches you leave and taps his lips with his pointer.

Puzzles and answer sheets have bored him for a while. Maybe he ought to play with you instead…

[darlingofvalyria]

❝Uncle Aegon said you threatened muña— threatened!❞

[ Aegon amusingly reveals to your children how his brother actually met you. ]

[ 2,272 ] | aemond targaryen x dr. wife!reader, modern au!

contains— no warnings, just fluff, innuendo - children (you & aems have four kids hsdhjsdhs) - aemond being a dick the first time he met you!! but within reason ig??? - you're a doctor, hon, cos you're so smart - aegon being the fun, shit-stirrer uncle help - hospital? accident but no graphic depictions.

a/n— enjoy my first fic mwa ♡ comment, like & reblog at will!

Every weekend, you spend your days with your mother in law and the rest of the family. Family— to your husband — is very important. Spending it surrounded not just you and your kids, but his mother, his siblings, and the afternoon sun casting a glow over the family home that he grew up in, through hells and heavens, was everything to Aemond Targaryen.

A few times a year, Aemond forgets his family also included his older brother.

Because when the birds are chirping, the music of the trees swaying in the breeze are calming, and you are lying on top of him on the hammock, lazily swaying about as he relished in the feel of your body on top of his, your warmth engulfing his senses, and a book he placed gently on top of your back— of course Aegon Targaryen was going to be the reason his oldest child and teenage daughter, was going to come thundering in big steps and a huff, smacking her hands to her hips and glaring at her father.

"You lied to me, daddy!" she half roared as she stopped right in front of him. Her siblings, like little ducks, followed suit as they clamoured all over the hammock, giggling at their mother who woke up from her drowsy reverie, blowing raspberries at them before turning amusedly at their daughter, then to Aemond.

"What'd you lie about, hon?" you asked with sleepy mirth in your eyes.

"Apart from Santa and the Easter Bunny incident, I have no idea." He kissed the top of your nose, then sighed, as you rose and untangled yourself from him, picking up your youngest, Daegon, only about four years old, murmurs of asking about his day and did he enjoy having tea with his grandma.

He then turned to his eldest daughters, impatience and betrayal exuding from them in spades (he often enjoyed how much his daughters resembled him; not so much in fiery-licked rage), and he sighed again before he turned to Valera, his eldest. "Can you elaborate better, little dragon? As far as I can remember, I have not lied to you since you were six."

"You said you met mom through Auntie Hel, you lied," your third child and eldest boy, Rhaegar, said with a happy little giggle as he hid from his father into the dress of your skirt, clinging to your leg. Both of you froze, you with a slow, widening smile as you realised the kids knew.

Aemond on the other hand, wasn't as amused. In fact, his entire soul froze.

"Who—"

"Uncle Aegon said you threatened muña, threatened!" your second daughter, Rhaella, shouted, eyes bugged out in disbelief. Rhaegar giggled again, no doubt remembering the chaos that ensued once their uncle told the magnificent story without his permission as his sisters lost their mind.

"I—"

Valera, often sweet and admired her father fiercely (she had three years of being an only child before Rhaella was born, and Aemond did not hold back in spoiling her), started to have tears in her eyes as his heart squeezed at the sight.

"You lied, daddy, how could you?" There was devastation in her voice that mirrored Aemond's, a panic growing deep in the pit of his stomach while you tried to muffle your snickers behind your youngest's head.

He would have glared at you if he didn't feel like he was about to lose his mind, instead employing his best 'please help me i will literally do anything you want' wide eye, before you chuckled, shaking your head as you put down Daegon who immediately plopped down on the ground, yanking grass. Rhaegar followed, trying to find bugs; a habit he formed by hanging out with Auntie Helaena.

As you keep a mindful peripheral eye on your boys, you gathered your daughters to you, they immediately latched to your torso as if they weren't thirteen and ten respectively, sniffling and glaring at their father as he was made public enemy number one.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from bursting into laughter as his face sunk deeper into despair, standing up, unable to stay seated any longer, offering them open palms of mournful looks and piercing glares at the manor behind his girls where the reason for his current predicament was no doubt giggling like an idiot.

"My loves, tell me, what did Uncle Aegon actually tell you?" you ask soothingly, running your hands through their silver hair. They looked up at you mournfully, and you bit your lip harder as you realised they even looked like their father in this moment.

"H-he said," Rhaella sniffed. "That he was angry at you. At the hospital."

"And that he yelled at you!" Valera wailed, shooting his father a withering look that had Aemond sinking into himself before he shot his own withering look at the house again, murder in his eye.

"I did not yell at your mother, Valera."

Amused, you raised an eyebrow. "And what would you call it?"

He shot you a 'you're not helping' look as he ave a disgruntled little hum. "I wouldn't it call it 'yelling', my love, merely raising my voice."

At the sort of confirmation, Val and Rhae let out a hiccuped wail. Aemond begun marching back at the house, fingers flexing with a mutter of, I'm going to rip him from spleen to spine, break every bone in his body and stomp on his—

You jolt out your arm, grasping his, laughing lightly as you brought him close and gave him a peck to the corner of his lips. This abated him, if slightly.

"Please don't kill your brother at your mother's house," you whispered against his lips, grinning.

He rubbed your back, more a habit he used to keep himself in control, whispering back, "Wouldn't be the first attempt."

"Then don't kill your brother with your children present, and your wife, who is a doctor. It is literally against my Hippocratic Oath, darling."

"It's why you're the doctor, my love. My job is to defend our honour freely."

"I really think this is your honour instead of mine." You giggled against his lips as he groaned, and you turned back at your daughters who frowned at both of you. You smiled calmly at them. "Okay, okay, girls. I don't think your Uncle Aegon told you the full story. Let Kepa tell you, hm?"

"Is it a good story?" Rhaella asked, wide eyed. "I don't want to know it if kepa sucked."

"If kepa sucked, does that mean we're bastard children?" Val frowned. "Lyanna said bastard children happens when fathers suck, her father said so."

Aemond and you shared a look, his in alarm, yours in complete mirth, before you burst out laughing, unable to stop yourself anymore.

"What is with everyone saying things to children?!" Aemond inhaled deeply. "Please let me explain. It's a long, longer story than just me raising my voice at your mother. Very interesting that your Uncle Aegon left out the part that I was panicking because of your Aunt Helaena and Uncle Daeron."

"Ha?" Rhaella's eyes comically widened further as she pulled away from you and moved closer to her father. In relief, like a cartoon cat dangling the cheese in front of a mouse, Aemond pulled her hand gently until he managed to wound her arms over his torso. "What happened to Auntie and Uncle?"

"They got into an accident, dōna mēre sweet one," Aemond murmured against her head, palpable relief as he kept her close. Rhaegar, bored brought himself and his little brother to their father, until Aemond swept them the four of them into the hammock, Daegon giggling and blowing bubbles at his father's rearranging of them so they wouldn't fall.

"Wanna go?" you teased your eldest daughter who was squirming not being part of the little huddle. Aemond opened his arms, smiling hopefully. You laughed as Valera gave you a kiss to your chest and raced to her father and siblings, moving around until they all managed to fit together.

The tree creaked as you placed your hands on your hips, pouting at them playfully as Aemond met your gaze with a shit-eating proud smirk on his face.

"Come, ñuha prūmia my heart."

"And risk crashing and burning? No, thank you. Go tell your little story while I avenge your honour and maybe get lemon cakes."

At the chorus of 'me toos' and 'yays', Aemond mouthed 'I love you' before you disappeared off, and he turned to your kids, keeping them close to his ribcage; little pieces of his hearts that grew legs and arms.

"Okay, ñuha byka zaldrīzoti my little dragons, so it all started with an accident that was entirely your Uncle Aegon's fault. . ."

Your Uncle Aegon had borrowed your Uncle Daeron's motorcycle to get to a frat party because the girl he liked would be there— this is irresponsible, children, and this is why you shouldn't be riding motorcycles and going to frat parties, yes Val, it's not as cool as it looks — anyway, his car had a broken taillight and he forgot to had it changed or tell anyone.

Your Uncle Aegon... didn't return the bike— or returned back home for the rest of the night, yes Rhaella, it was because he was, um, reading with the girl all night, like your mom and I do when we go to bed, yes Rhaegar, like how we read to you but, um, just with them.

Anyway! Your Aunt Helaena's little pup at the time, Dreamfyre, yes, baby, Dreamfyre was a puppy before she was a big dog, just like you— Dreamfyre got sick, and since Uncle Daeron was at home and he had a bike, Hel asked him. But then they saw it was gone, they had no choice but to take your uncle's car. They didn't notice the taillights.

They were speeding through, which is bad, yes, don't speed, but this was an emergency and Uncle Daeron was doing his best to hit every red stoplight when they tried to go one way but the light didn't go on, and they got into an accident.

No, Rhaegar, they didn't die, you know this, your Uncle Daeron is with Auntie Nyra, remember? And Aunt Hel is just inside, don't cry, baby. Ok, so where were we? Right, accident.

I get the call and I was panicking, out of my mind. All they said was that both of my siblings were at the hospital, declaring your uncle's plate number and I just knew it was his fault. I was already pretty angry then, and I might have transferred most of that to your mom.

Your mom, at the time, was a resident. A first year resident so she still had bad hours, and at the time, her shift mate had gotten sick and no one was able to take her shift.

Yes, dōna mēre sweet one, the times when muña can't come home fast enough. Because she has to be at the hospital to save people.

That night, your mom had been awake for 32 hours. She was not having a good day. She had lost a patient that day too, but I didn't know that, hm? She was just trying to get through the rest of her shift, having finished checking up on your uncle, when I had barrelled through like an angry beast.

All I could really remember was that I couldn't see your Aunt Hel, and your Uncle Daeron was on the hospital bed with a cast on his foot, and your mom had just looked away when I... well...

"— When you started ranting like an absolute madman, demanding better care of your baby brother when he wasn't even wincing in pain, asking for a real doctor because I looked five shies away from having graduated high school," you said, grinning wide as you handed your procured lemon cakes, and outright laughing at Aemond's sheepish, flustered look as both of his girls stared at him wide eyed.

"Kepa, oh my god," Val murmured, munching on her pastry. "That is so bad."

"You had no game," Rhae continued, sort of perplexed about the reason for her conception. "How did mom ever like you?"

"I would've slapped you," Val confirmed, nodding. "Just like you told me I would do if boys acted stupid."

As you couldn't stop laughing so hard you were bent over, your boys found your joyous display wonderful, pushed and kicked around their father while their sisters yelled about their lemon cakes, before reaching your skirts and you started spinning them around, plopping on the ground not a minute later, snuggling your babies close.

Aemond breathed a laugh, pulling his daughters close. "I know, I know, it was so bad. I was actually impressed your mother didn't slap me."

"I wanted to strangle him with the dextrose!" you chirped. "But I made an Oath, so I didn't. But ohh, with that haughty look your father sometimes get when he thinks— no, when he knows he's right? When he doesn't even need to say I told you so, he's just smirking like it?"

At your daughters— even your darling Rhaegar's triple nods, Aemond made a hm of offense, lips flattening.

"I made you three," Aemond said.

You coughed.

"I helped make you three. This is betrayal," he declared before his hands found its way to your daughters sides and tickled them with no mercy. Crows of 'Kepa, please!' between giggles warmed your chest.

"Aemond," you chidded as Rhaella gasped, snorting, and he stopped.

"So how'd you make mom fall in love with you?"

You and Aemond shared a look, your entire life stretching with one warm gaze, and a smile stretches both of your lips. Its lovesick, and familiar to your kids. Rhaella coos at it, but Rhaegar, having favoured his Uncle Aegon, makes a gagging noise before you started tickling him too.

"He apologised," you said. "Took him several tries. Your Uncle Daeron was actually ready to be discharged by the third day. Your Kepa brought him everyday to have a 'check up'."

"Daddy... that is still so lame," Rhaella whispered, in awe of how dorky her father is. Val is hiding herself in shame.

"Got her to accept my apology, and say yes to a date, you two should be grateful," Aemond said smugly.

"Why, mom?"

"Well, he was handsome for one." You snorted at his smirk. "He was sweet for another, explaining he just panicked, and I could understand that. Also he groveled for a long, long while."

"Even after the first date?" Val asked, eyes owlish.

You smirked. "Oh, definitely."

"I did deserve it."

"You did."

He smirked. "But I charmed you anyway."

You rolled your eyes. "You did."

"Come and give me a kiss, my love."

"Ewwww!"

[clairvoyantae]

SHAMELESS FOR YOU • Kim Taehyung

part one | part two

pairing ➣ brother-in-law! Tae x married! reader

summary ➣ You were tired of your boring married life until one day, you met your handsome brother-in-law, the one you didn't even know about.

genre ➣ smut, angst, cheating

warnings ➣ NSFW (minors do not interact), angst, reader is married (obvi), cheating, public sex, fingering under the table, making out, Tae talks filthy, Tae enjoys making reader needy, he is also really cruel/ a tease (ig), choking, even more fingering

Word count • 2k words

You thought that the idea of getting married would be good as it could kill your loneliness and your husband also seemed loving and caring at the start of your marriage.

But boy, were you wrong.

He was always too busy with work to pay attention to your needs, and whenever you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off saying that he was busy or that he was working for you.

You were losing your mind, you just wanted love and attention but your husband never gave it to you.

But one day, everything changed.

You heard the doorbell ring and went to open the door.

Opening the door, you saw a man, who looked like your husband, but better.

He smiled at you and you asked, "Hey, can I help you?" with a polite tone. "Guess you don't me, I'm Taehyung, your husband's brother" he said as the smile was still on his face but it had a hint of sadness.

Confusion was visible on your face. Neither your husband nor his parents had ever mentioned about him having a brother and you also didn't see him at your wedding. "You might be wondering why you've never heard about me before, aren't you?" he asked and you nodded. "It's because my family and I don't really get along" he said with a sigh.

"I'll take my leave now, it was nice seeing you in person Y/n" he said and was about to turn to leave but you lost your balance and fell in his arms.

That's where everything started.

He held onto you tightly, leaving no space between your bodies.

Your lips were inches apart and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

Fuck, it was driving you insane.

The tension was palpable in the air and your breaths were uneven because of the closeness.

Both of you didn't say anything. Just the sound of the sound of both of yours uneven breaths and quickened heartbeats could be heard.

You both stood frozen in your spot, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to fuck you until you begged him to stop, but you were married to his brother at the end of the day.

He let go of you and you fixed your posture. But, being out of his arms gave you an empty feeling and you just wanted to be held by him once again.

"I'll take my leave now, darling" he said and came closer to your face "Unless, you don't want me to" he whispered in your ear and kissed your cheek, making shivers run down your spine.

He got away from your face and smirked. But soon his expression turned serious. "Don't tell anyone that I came here, okay?" He asked and you nodded.

He gave you another kiss on your cheek and left.

A Day Later

"Y/n get ready, we're going to mom and dad's house for dinner" your husband said and you mumbled an okay to him.

While you were getting ready, all you could think about was Taehyung. Numerous questions about him flooded in your mind.

You entered their house and your mother in law smiled at you and came to you.

But your eyes were searching for him and you saw him, walking down the stairs, fixing his shirt.

Your eyes met his and he winked at you.

As soon as he was downstairs, your husband took your hand and guided you to Taehyung.

This is where you had to start acting like you were meeting him for the first time.

"Y/n, this is my brother, Taehyung" your husband said. "We didn't really get along that's why you never heard about him, but I want to fix everything" he continued, smiling at Taehyung.

'Everything's about to be even more ruined, dear brother' Taehyung looked at you and thought.

He knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, or even more.

He knew that his brother was a workaholic and never thought about anything else than his work. He was sure that his brother wasn't paying attention to you and was neglecting your needs.

But, he was there now and he wouldn't leave you until he showed you heaven, at least.

Everyone sat down on the dining table. Your husband sat in front of you and Taehyung sat next to you. Your mother in law sat next to Taehyung and in front of your father in law.

"Y/n, can you check on the chicken, that's in the oven?" your mother in law asked "Of course" you smiled and went to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'll grab a glass of water from the kitchen" Taehyung made up an excuse so he could talk to you. "I'll ask Y/n to grab it for you" she said. "No mom, it's okay, I'll get it myself" he said and went to the kitchen.

You were about to go to the dining room when you felt someone hugging you from behind. "Y/n, it's me, Taehyung" he whispered in your ear.

"What are you doing here?" you asked "I wanted to talk to you" he said "About what?" "About us"

"What about us? You're just my brother in law" you said.

"We both know that it's not true, don't lie, Y/n" he said.

And, he was right.

He was the only thing in your mind the whole day after that incident.

"I know you are also thinking about me, just how I am about you" he said "Yes I am. But, you're my husband's brother for fuck's sake, Taehyung" you said.

"The same husband who doesn't know anything else other than his work, also the one who neglects the needs of a wife this beautiful" he said "H-how do you know?" you asked.

"First of all, he's my brother and second of all, the way you were looking at me wasn't the look of a happy wife, also how you weren't letting go of me" he said and left little kisses on your neck, and shivers ran down your spine once again.

Fuck, his touch felt too good.

He turned you around and lifted your chin up, so your eyes could meet his.

His eyes screamed his need for you and you knew your eyes were reciprocating it.

His fingers made circles on your waist, leaving a burning sensation with every touch. "I'll show you heaven, my love. All you have to do is say" he said.

"Fuck it"

"Show me heaven, Kim Taehyung"

He smirked and his fingers wrapped around your throat. You could hardly breathe but it felt like his grip on your throat was the only thing keeping you stable.

He pinned you against the refrigerator, making sure to make no noise because your family was sitting in the next room.

You both leaned in and were about to kiss, but the oven beeped, indicating the chicken was ready.

"Fuck this oven" he cursed the oven, making you chuckle.

You got out of the kitchen first, bringing out the chicken.

"What took you so long, Y/n?" your husband asked. "There were only a few minutes left so I thought that I'll just come after it was ready" you said. "Thank you so much, Y/n" your mother in law said. You felt bad for what you were actually doing in the kitchen.

You sat down and Taehyung came and sat next to you. "Tae, what took you so long?" Your mother in law asked "My hair was a mess, so I was just fixing it" Taehyung replied.

Everyone was focusing on eating dinner when you felt a hand on your thigh. You know it was Taehyung's and you were thinking what he was going to do next.

His hand travelled from your thighs to your stomach and then to your center.

You were wet, from everything that had happened a few minutes ago.

His slid a finger inside you and you almost moaned.

You couldn't focus on eating because of the magic his finger was doing to you.

It was getting harder and harder for you to control your moans with each thrust of his finger.

You tried to eat but you couldn't. It was surprising to you how he acted like everything was normal.

You arched your back, allowing his finger to go in deeper.

"Y/n, what happened? Why aren't you eating?" your mother in law asked and a light hiss left your mouth.

You knew that Taehyung was enjoying it. "N-nothing, just my head hurts a little" you said, while you came on Taehyung's hand.

He took his finger out of you and touched your forehead with the other hand, pretending to check if you had a fever. "Your temperature is normal, maybe you're feeling nauseous" he said.

"Yeah, maybe" you said. "Why don't you two stay here for tonight, your house is really far away and I think it would be the best for Y/n" your mother in law suggested. "I think we can do that, what do you say, Y/n?" your husband asked.

"I don't have any problem" you said. From the inside, you were happy, because you could spend more time with Taehyung.

"Okay then you both are staying here" your mother in law said.

You had changed and were in the room with your husband, who was sleeping peacefully.

But you weren't at peace at all. You wanted even more.

You were standing at the door Taehyung's room and knocked.

He opened the door, and smirked seeing you there. "I knew you would come to me, baby" he said and pulled you inside.

He pinned you against the wall and wrapped his fingers around your throat once again. "You were such a good little liar for me out there baby" he praised you. "That's why you deserve a little reward" he said and smashed his lips on yours.

This was the best kiss that you've had in your whole life. Your hands entangled in his black locs, pulling him deeper.

He picked you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He took off your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear.

He took you on his bed and laid you down, breaking the kiss as you both panted heavily.

He took off your panties and slid his middle finger inside you. "Scream as much as you want, my angel, no one besides me can hear you here" he said and thrust his finger inside you at a really slow pace.

The pace of his thrusts was torturous but pleasurable. He slid another finger inside you and increased his pace making you let out a string of moans.

"Did your husband make you feel like this?" he asked. "N-no, only you" you said.

He kept thrusting his fingers inside you until you came.

He captured your lips in a kiss after you came.

"Get dressed and get back to your husband, baby" he said and got away from you.

"What?" you asked. "You heard me, darling. If you want more, you have to wait" he said and smirked. "Are you serious?" "Very" he said

"I think you should go to your room, because what will your husband think if he finds you sleeping with me on my bed, hmm?" He asked, while cleaning you up with a tissue.

"I think you're right" you said, while dressing yourself.

He kissed you for the last time. "Have some patience, my baby" he said and smiled, then you went to your room.

[firefistjaigio]

OP social media headcanons (only some lol)

thinked too hard about what some OP characters social media use would be like

The Strawhats:

Luffy: avid IG reels and Youtube shorts user, they do not let his ass on tik tok. He posts random shit he sees on his IG story and also makes reels about beetles. He begs Usopp to help him make a YouTube channel but Usopp will do most of the work for it so he's not fully on board yet

Chopper: Gen Alpha realness he is crazy about Roblox, they don't really let him have his own account but he look at reels and shorts with Luffy

Zoro: Literally nothing but youtube to watch workout, sword, martial art, fitness, and like some eastern philosophy motivational content. Nami also downloaded a locator app on his phone so the strawhats can find him and stop him from wandering to another country. Oh and he tried google maps, fucking hated it

Sanji: He is sharing flowery good morning gifs on whatsapp and facebook all the time. He runs the account for the baratie on Instagram and it's actually pretty savvy but also real. Oh and he's on Snapchat for loser reasons

Nami: Gen Z legend, she is PROLIFIC. Makes really cool tik toks about navigation and is lowkey an educational influencer. Also is on Instagram and is somewhat villainous on Twitter with Usopp. Scams people on Discord

Usopp: Lord he is on everything. He will demolish you on Twitter, Nami helps, he has doxxed evil bitches with her help. He's evil in IG reel comment sections but not like that bad. Oh and he posts pretty cool stuff on tik tok and Ig reels about all the stuff he makes, everyone always hypes his art. Oh and like he's probably always just looking for tips on Reddit and sharing answers too

Robin: Tumblr most definitely, archeology and history blog on tumblr

Franky: Runs a facebook account and instagram account for his mechanic? woodworking, robotics just whatever the fuck shop, we love him for it.

Jinbei: Facebook mom, also shares dumb stuff he sees on facebook to the others on whatsapp

Brook: Also just nefarious on Facebook but Usopp helped him open an account to post music, has a following from people who were fans of him back in the day and also just music fans.

This isn't a me post if I don't talk about the ASL brothers sighs

So the brothers overall have a childhood youtube channel with vlogs they would post of their shenanigans, has a lot of of fun and crazy stuff on there. They kept it all out of fondness for the memories.

Sabo: Lord... he is on political twiter bullying THE FUCK out of right wingers. He is practically everywhere, he runs a tik tok account for political organizing and education that Koala also runs with him. He has used tumblr, but not really much. He has an Instagram he mostly neglects for being crazy and discussing theory on Twitter. He goes on Discord sometimes but the modern au version of the revolutionary army shed that for Signal I guess. Sabo is also on bluesky, idk what goes on there though.

Ace: mostly offline, justs uses Whatsapp to chat with his people yeah.

I'm gonna add Law to this post too because bye

Law: LinkedIn... ew... and twitter but like in a stressed way like he just scrolls on it and just tweets about his life.

[henriiiii-1001]

( I put that Malus calls Ces' mom "sis" because they could either be biological sisters or just sisters-in-law And it's Amanda accompanying Evie cause Cesar is still a frog at this point ) [I know you got plans for Amanda but I wanted to try and write her before shizz starts going down]

-Ladies of the Torres-Miller annual ladies picnic , lunch is served

*Torres side of the table going excited*

-You know, I heard that in Yonder one of the king's brothers is still single. You could tell her (Ces' mom) that it's still not too late to start over, sweetie Malus : Yes mother, I heard you the first thousand times

-Now presenting : the first course

Evelin : Look at this big girl sitting at the grown-up table! >:D

*awkward silence*

Evie : I'm too old (teenager) to be sitting at this stupid kids' table! Amanda : It's not stupid! You can eat all the fruit you want! :D And it's all fresh!

Evie : *gasp* It's starting to happen! Amanda : What starting to happen? Evie : Grown-up stuff!

*just adults arguing over irrelevant stuff Ig lol*

Malus, whispering : Sis, do something! -Oh, right, of course

-Ladies! There's no need to fight over such miniscule matters! We're all royalty as you know, and there is a way we can settle this petty dispute like the civilized we are. With... FLAGS!

Everyone else except M : FLAGS! Malus : Oh dear Lord....

*Evie finishes explaining the basics to Amanda* Amanda : Ooh..... Evie : I am so ready for this-! Malus : Absolutely not Evie : What?! Malus : We can play something else after all of this, but you are not going to play flags Evie : Why not? You played flags when you were my age...! Malus : I did a lot of things at your age that I won't allow you to do Evie : >:( Malus : *sigh* I know it's boring to be the oldest at the kids' table, but you are not ready to be the youngest at the adults' table. Now go and help you little cousins cut their fruit

Amanda : So uh, we obeying? Evie : Oh no.... I'll show her that I'm old enough for this!

*epic time skip*

*Also Malus being good at sword fighting if you want*

Evie : Mom...? Malus : Are you alright? Evie : Damn mom, those are some pretty good moves with your big ol' sword and stuff Malus : Eve, you won't believe what just happened : I just met your twin sister! She was made out of grapes(?) Evie : ... Malus : I don't even remember giving birth to her. Sis, did I ever give birth to a grape baby? -No, I only remember you having one child, Mal. Malus : Thank you sis- -Her name is Evie :) <- She's got a concussion Malus : Alright, why don't you just lay back down...

aawww this is all super cute!!!! didnt expect it to be lil quotes but it's cute!! :DDD

evie wanting to be a grown up so bad kinda fits her character!!! :DDDD

[camelliacats]

me first, then you

Prewett fam hcs, done for Family Bootcamp Challenge (prompt: duplicate) in the HPFC on FFN.

Fic: "me first, then you" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Fabian & Gideon Prewett, Mr. Prewett (their father), & mentions of others

Rating: K

Words: ~1,800

Additional info: gen fic, family, Maydayverse, sequential, Marauder era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Three times Fabian dwells on being the older Prewett twin.

      Fabian believed most everything came in pairs.

      So far he had no evidence to the contrary. Socks came in pairs. So did Molly's and Mum's knitting needles, no matter how well he and Gideon tried to hide them around or even outside the house. Biscuits and a cold glass of milk or pumpkin juice—that was a pair, too, wasn't it? And Mum and Dad themselves, they were another pair.

      There was balance, equality in all such pairs. A harmony, young Fabian liked to think. Even better—the best—when the pair was identical, to the very last detail, such as him and Gideon.

      That was why it struck him as odd a few days before they were due to leave for King's Cross Station, to board the Hogwarts Express for the very first time and to experience the school for themselves and not just beg Molly for stories…it was odd that Dad, after breakfast, tugged him back, letting Gideon go on ahead to help Mum wash up.

      Immediately, Fabian pursed his lips, but he felt his reddening cheeks giving him away. He didn't know what he'd done, but he wasn't copping to anything until Dad dragged it out of him. Ten-year-old Fabian might've still fallen for that on occasion, but he was eleven now. He knew better.

      Likely thinking the same, Dad cracked a smile and softly snorted. "You're not in trouble, Fabian."

      "I'm not?" Fabian heaved a giant sigh of relief.

      Dad quirked one eyebrow. "Or should you be?"

      Fabian tensed back up but slapped on a smile. "No. No, I'm good. I swear."

      Dad snorted a second time. But then he knelt down in front of his son, his eyes lingering on him for a moment before moving to the kitchen. He gestured with a jerk of his head to the scene of Mum and Gideon washing and putting dishes away. "You won't have to worry about chores at Hogwarts, you know."

      "I'm kind of looking forward to that," Fabian admitted.

      "I bet. The tradeoff being schoolwork, of course."

      "…not looking forward to that."

      Dad patted his left shoulder. "There's something else I want you to do while at school, though, Fabian."

      He frowned. Molly had warned them about first years having mandatory flying lessons, and their brother-in-law, Arthur, hadn't had any stellar memories of those to share…

      "It's not more schoolwork." Dad tipped his head again towards the kitchen, darting his eyes at his other son. "It's Gideon."

      "What about Gid?"

      "School can be…a fun place as well as hard work. But you're also going to meet a lot more people and a lot more children your age and older, of all backgrounds."

      "We've met some of Arthur's extended family, and they're a fairly rowdy bunch. Rowdy but nice."

      Dad smiled, but it was tight; more wrinkles than usual appeared at the corners of his eyes. "Not everyone can be the Weasleys, sadly. Especially amongst the…old families."

      "Oh." Dad phrased it like that a lot, "old families," especially when Uncle Ig and Aunt Lucretia came 'round. Only Mum ever said it outright, more so the past two years, trying to help Fabian and Gideon understand the Wizarding world and that not everyone played along nicely.

      Purebloods.

      Fabian thought it, and Dad's sharp brown eyes cut back to him, as though he knew to where Fabian's mind had flown. Dad cleared his throat. "I just want you to look out for your brother," he finished, getting back on track.

      That had Fabian furrowing his brow. "'Course. Why wouldn't I? I've got his back, and he's got mine."

      But now Dad's tight smile faded into a proper frown. "…Fabian, Gideon isn't—" He stopped and winced.

      "Isn't what?" He didn't like any implication that he and Gideon weren't the same. They had the same blue eyes (Mum's), the same freckles (Prewett genes), the same red hair with the tiniest cowlick in the back that combing never quite tamed (Prewett genes again…and perhaps just a little something the twins shared just between themselves). They had the same favorite foods and the same hated foods, the same penchant for pranks, and the same hay fever every spring (Molly said she used to have it, too, but she grew out of it—so Fabian considered it just his and Gideon's now).

      They were twins, duplicates, one and the same.

      And they came in a pair, so, the longer they stood here, in the dining room, outside of Mum's and (more importantly) Gideon's hearing, the worse Fabian felt, having Dad address only him.

      Dad's tight smile returned. "It's because you're the older twin," he tried instead. "You're his big brother, you know. You've got to look out for him, protect him, if need be."

      Fabian blinked.

      …ah. Right. A two-minute difference, introducing Fabian to the world ahead of Gideon—technically, Dad was right. Fabian was the older twin.

      It was the only way he and Gideon weren't the same.

      But it didn't mean they weren't a pair…right?

      By fifth year, Fabian wasn't as hung up on being a pair with his brother.

      He understood what their father meant better now. Not necessarily during first year, more so by second year when Slytherins whispered behind their backs and Gideon tried facing them on his own, sticking up for their sister and her family. Gideon could have a sharp tongue if he chose to use it, but the right words didn't always find him in time or perhaps they came out sounding too soft.

      That would be Fabian's cue to step in and bolster him. Riffing off his brother or perhaps dropping in some tidbit overheard from Sirius' lot in the dorms—it was always enough to rile nearly any Slytherin and trip them up, letting the Prewett twins escape, Fabian laughing as they ran, even Gideon not hiding his amusement.

      But second year, third year, fourth… "Aren't you getting a little tired of bristling every time someone spits out the Weasley surname in the corridors?" Fabian asked his twin as he placed a book back on a nearby shelf in the library.

      Gideon frowned at his back (Fabian didn't have to look to recognize the feeling of those blue eyes boring holes in him). "I don't every time—"

      Fabian nodded with a silent sigh. "You do, Gid. We were barely second years when you stood up to seventh years and told them it's 'not nice' to talk about Molly behind her back. As if Narcissa Black and Rabastan Lestrange cared what we had to say."

      Parchment crinkled behind him. Well, there went Gideon's Charms revision. "…it's different when we have to hear it almost constantly, like an echo."

      Fabian shared in his twin's frown. He knew. He didn't disagree. But they were stuck with Mulciber, Rosier, and Avery for another two years; Snape, too, but he usually only goaded them about Molly's marriage to "someone below" as an afterthought, less as someone who cared. Besides— "What have I said before, Gideon?"

      His twin went quiet.

      Fabian turned and walked back to the small table he shared with his brother that evening. He didn't sit in his seat across from Gideon but crossed his arms atop the chair's back and locked eyes with his twin.

      Gideon twisted his lips around. "…the same as Mum says."

      "And what does Mum say?"

      "There are more important things than blood politics. We just have to know about them to avoid them."

      Fabian nodded. Then he grinned. "And to think you have so much free time to worry about something else during an exam year? Reckon I'll take all the top marks instead of us coming within a few points of each other, at this rate."

      Gideon reddened. "I'm not so distracted that I'll blow my O.W.L.s…!"

      "Convince me of that after the exam period, Gid."

      Gideon glared at him, but finally he noticed his wrinkled Charms work. He blanched and rushed to smooth his parchment, and at last his focus was back where it should be.

      Fabian exhaled, a small smile toying with his lips, and he ran a hand through his hair. A giggle behind him pricked up his ears, however, and he glanced around the bookshelf.

      Dorcas sat at another nearby study table with Marlene, the latter hidden behind her mass of blond curls and their fifth-year Charms text. But dark-haired Dorcas was stifling a fresh round of giggles when she caught Fabian's eye. She gave him a tiny, apologetic shrug and a polite little wave before turning back to her own studies.

      R-Right. Mum was absolutely right. There were more important things. They had O.W.L.s to earn…and perhaps witches to get to know better…hmm.

      He'd spent so much time focused on the Fabian-and-Gideon pair that he'd rather forgotten about other pairs, hadn't he?

      …but, really, it wasn't about being a pair with his twin or not.

      Dad's words all those years ago felt like a heavy weight throughout seventh year, knowing what their chosen classes meant. Fabian was rather surprised Mum and Dad signed off on them, truth be told, and he waited a long time for Gideon to confront him about taking the same classes, in all honesty.

      (Actually, he thought he and Gideon would still do a lot of things together, would talk as usual throughout seventh year, but Gideon finally figured out, too, that he and Fabian didn't have to be a pair, and he found someone he wanted to get to know better, no matter how much Fabian disliked him.)

      The thing was, Hogwarts was only a stepping stone, Fabian knew now. It was a microcosm of what awaited them beyond the relative safety of the castle walls…which wasn't saying much.

      (After all, they read the papers. And deeds were whispered about despite teachers' best efforts to keep Dark topics hushed. And it was Sirius' private business when he ran away to James' last year—so, naturally, the whole castle knew this year, but it didn't mean Gideon needed to befriend Sirius' younger, tradition-embracing brother "to check in with him.")

      Classes would get them the N.E.W.T.s. And N.E.W.T.s would warrant them any of a number of respectable paths as grown wizards after graduation.

      In the end, though, Fabian looked Gideon in the eye and gave him a reassuring nod before leading the way into the Ministry of Magic, to the Auror Office.

      (And he'd lead the way, too, when Dumbledore approached them barely a month into training and the Prewett twins agreed to join this Order of the Phoenix thing the headmaster had going.

      After all, he was the older brother. They were a pair, perhaps, but Fabian understood what his role meant now…to look out for Gideon, to protect him—

      —to fall, if need be, so Gideon wouldn't have to.)

Also done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #2: vague misery) in the HPFC forum on FFN. Rather grim, but this collection of Prewett-centric stories has been sitting, stewing in my brain for a long while now… I have many a headcanon for Fab, Gid, Molly, etc, and Fortune Favors the Brave feels like a nice way to explore them; here in "me first, then you," we see a bit of Fabian's pigheadedness explained more as overprotectiveness. It's not pretty in other scenes, for sure, but it hurts to see it thru Fab's eyes. :') I also like this idea that we don't know who's idea it was to become Aurors first—Fabian's or Gideon's—but Fab is there every step of the way, taking the first step. A glimpse of my OTPs for the boys and more to come on the rest of the family, so please look forward to more! If you're reading this on FFN, just follow this collection; if you're reading on AO3 or tumblr, then follow along with the series. -w-Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

[banzaitaka]

Do not mind me, my subjects

Just a random shower thought, didn't make anything huge outta it either

Reader is 16-17 in this

Ig milf trope, but it's an older brother instead

Makoto lowkey having a thing for reader, but nothing happens

Kazushi's hot older brother

"Get your ass over here."

The male's voice sounded out loudly, firmly through the phone, leaving Kazushi stiffen up while his friends snickered at him. The volume of the phone was high enough so the whole little friend group could hear everything, even though it is pressed against the brown-haired's ear.

"Oooooh, Gishi junior is in troubleeee~.", Makoto cooed, mockingly.

Kazushi tried to send them a glare, but he was so tensed up through his brothers tone that he couldn't manage to look more mad than intimidated at that moment.

"I heard that, Makoto.", (Y/N) sighed, turning his attention back to his little brother, "Mom told me what your english teacher said, you know what that means."

Kazushi slouched dramatically, "Study time..."

Upon hearing those words escape the brown-haired's mouth, Makoto cheered loudly, "Study tiiiimeee! I'm coming with!", he exclaimed, throwing an arm around his, not at all pleased, friend.

He knew all too well that the black-haired wasn't enthusiastic about studying, but rather about seeing the older Yamagishi brother.

"Oh, hell no-"

"I don't give a fuck, I just gotta make sure Gishi junior catches up with the rest of the class."

Kazushi, now way less scared of what awaits him at home, finally manages to send his friend a nasty glance, simply earning a teasing grin from said friend in return.

Takuya chuckled, stepping closer to the phone, "Say, (Y/N), Gishi junior mentioned you made those oreo cupcakes again...", the blonde trailed off, giving the older one a moment to catch on to what he was implying.

The question earned the attention of the other two who have been keeping themselves out of this little mess up until now. They're feet subconsciously carrying them forwards as they awaited an answer.

"Takuyaaaaa, my booooooyyy! Yeah the rest of ya can come over too, I made plenty."

The boys cheered quietly, high fiving each other. All except Kazushi who, at this point, reconsidered several life desicions regarding his friend group.

He should've never let them meet his older brother.

Now, sitting in the livingroom, munching on (Y/N)'s highly praised oreo cupcakes, Kazushi was feeling way better, only slightly annoyed about the fact his brother won't let him off the hook without studying.

"I know I said the rest of ya could come,", the eldest teen spoke up, shifting his gaze back and forth between two blonde teens he hasn't met before, "but ya at least gotta tell me when you bring someone new over."

"Sorry for coming in unannounced.", the taller blonde, Draken, apologized with a little headbow, urging the other, Mikey, to do the same with a side glance.

Mikey got the hint, kind of, "Yeah, thank you for the cupcakes! They're sooo good!"

The two of them were the reason Kazushi was feeling better. Not only because he got two of the coolest people out there in his house, but also because he was sure Makoto and the others wouldn't be all over his brother when they're around.

Akkun, Takemitchy and Takuya weren't that bad, besides siding with (Y/N) when Kazushi is being teased and using the nickname (Y/N) came up for Kazushi, they hardly do anything.

Kazushi could only think of them trying to act all sweet so they could get food he prepared as other examples.

Makoto on the other hand...

With him it was basically the "Your mom's kinda hot" trope. The only difference being that it was his brother instead of his mother.

Makoto would constantly make jokes about becoming his brother in law when the (Y/HC)-haired wasn't around.

Helping (Y/N) with any little thing and sending Kazushi a smirk in secret.

Kazushi did not like that at all.

"Haha, no prob, really. And thankies, they're my specialty.", the (Y/HC)-haired flopped down on the floor across from his little brother, "And the remark was really more directed to lil Gishi junior here."

"Yeah, that's kind of on me.", Takemichi admitted as he scratched the back of his head, "They kinda tagged along when I told them where we were headed."

(Y/N) nodded, "Just shoot me a text next time."

"Yessir!", Kazushi answered, saluting, as he smiled, making his brother coo at him. He leaned over and ruffled his hair, "You're so cute, Gishi junior~."

"Heeey! Quit it!", the brown-haired pried off (Y/N)'s hand and redid his bun.

"Hey, (Y/N)?", Mikey spoke with his mouth half full.

"Yeah?", the boy turned his attention to the shorter one.

"Why do you call him Gishi junior?"

(Y/N) laughed, "When he was born, I kept forgetting his name. So I started calling him Yamagishi junior, but that was too long, so I shortened it. I memorized his name by now, but it kinda became a thing.", he cracked his fingers, still chuckling to himself, before realizing he forgot something, "Oh shit I forgot the books in my room."

The teen groaned, "I don't wanna stand up agaaaaiiiiin..."

Makoto's face immediately lit up as he saw the oportunity, "I'll get 'em for ya."

"Oh, no, you won't!"

Kazushi raced him up the stairs, unfortunately slipping up in his hurry, giving his friend an adventage.

Akkun and Takuya had a look on their faces that could be read as "I don't know these two", while Takemichi quietly laughed to himself. He wouldn't have laughed if it weren't for the memory this situation awakened.

Mikey just kept eating his treat, as he quietly watched the scenario happening. Draken and (Y/N) stared at the stairs for a few seconds before locking eyes, a questioning look in Draken's eyes, "Yeah, Makoto's kinda simping for me or something.", (Y/N) said causally.

"Huh?"

[starjaeyun]

LOVE LETTER !

— gyeong-su has a huge crush on y/n, he would've confessed by now and asked her out but the problem is she's gwi-nam's little sister

pairing! han gyeong-su x f! reader

warnings! low(high)key ooc gwi-nam (?), accused of p3rverted acts and that's about it ig lmk if i missed smthn

note! falling in love with the school bully's sister trope ;>

Cheong-san gave his best friend a look of disbelief, Gyeong-su have been staring at yoon y/n ever since she arrived at the cafeteria and that was basically all he could do.

"Gyeong-su come on just make your move!" Cheong-san says out of annoyance, Gyeong-su glares at him "tsk..yeah right, like you already made your move" he mutters

Su-hyeok snickers as he munched on the chicken in his plate "sure, you just won't ask her out because she's off limits"

Gyeong-su groans knowing that the tall man was right and as if on cue Gwi-nam was starting to walk towards their table

"hey hey- is he walking this way? did he catch me staring at his sister? uh- i'll get goi-" Gwi-nam was already standing in front of them before Gyeong-su could even finish his sentence, "crap" he whispers underneath his breath

he looks away and whistles nervously "hey. what's your business with my sister huh?!" Gwi-nam asks, voice loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear which caused them to turn their direction to see what's going on

Gyeong-su shakes his head and Gwi-nam rolls his eyes "yeah right you've been staring at her since she got here! you do that in classes too! bet you tried to take a peek on her showering?!" Gwi-nam growls while Gyeong-su immediately shakes his head "WHAT?! NO! I'D NEVER!" he denies and Gwi-nam just sighs

"sure..here" he hands Gyeong-su a letter, looking at their table he saw y/n with her eyes wide and Gwi-nam's friend smirking while wiggling their eyebrows and elbowing y/n "i found that in my sister's bag and being the kind, loving and very considerate brother i am i decided to give it to you as her love life is as dry as the Sahara Desert thank me later by the way" Gwi-nam says smugly and when he turned around he was met with a fist going straight to his nose

"OUCH! THAT FUCKING HURT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" he yells while y/n stuck her tounge out "that's what you get for going through my stuff AGAIN" y/n was about to head back to their table with Gwi-nam until she noticed Gyeong-su, Cheong-san and Su-hyeok reading the love letter she wrote

Su-hyeok was the first to turn to them, a smug smirk on his lips as he wiggled his brows "look at that..Gwi-nam helping his little sis get a boyfriend when in 10th grade he denied all my advances in asking y/n out, life's unfair" he says jokingly and dramatically

"fuck off" Gwi-nam mutters eyes rolling once more, he noticed y/n's face slowly going pale as Gyeong-su looked up at her "you like me?"

y/n facepalmed not answering the man's question and turning around to leave but before she could go any further Gyeong-su takes hold of her wrist "answer me" he says- no demands. looking away y/n nods and just as she was about to walk away Gyeong-su begins to laugh

"YES!" he exclaims and pulled y/n into a kiss, she kissed back but suddenly felt herself being dragged from behind on her uniform's collar

she turns slightly to see her brother, Gwi-nam who had a frown "yeah yeah sweet lovey dovey shit please don't do that in front of me again" he says with a sarcastic smile while y/n hits his arm complaining that he ruined her moment

meanwhile Gyeong-su touched his lips as his other fist formed into a ball, raising it up with a proud smile on his face "SHE'S MINE NOW!" earning claps from the students around them

teasingly he turns to his two best friends who were happy for him "now..it's your guys' turn to ask your crushes out" he says making the two roll their eyes "oh please, it was all thanks to your future brother-in-law that you got the girl"

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[robincantfunction]

Brothers best friend ✰ F.W

day 5 of @theweasleyslut's writing challenge

requested: yes/no (requests are open)

word count: 1738

warnings: like 2 swear words, brief mention of food, like one mention of sex, kinda fluffy ig, kissing, lower case

lemme know if i missed anything <3

summary: a summer break at college fred and y/n fall for each other, much to ron's disappointment. 8 long weeks, and finally they did something about their feelings

trope:college au (breifly it's not the most depicted) & best friends brother

prompt:“are you going to hate me forever if I do this?” “I thought things were going great” (and yes. my sarcastic ass did use it sarcastically)

𓆏𓃟𓃠𓆈𓃗𓃰𓅿

"fred it's just- she's my best friend. she's your age. and she's pretty. you. cant. date. her." fred just looked at him in disbelief "ronald, i don't know what you're talking about. i won't fall in love with your friend ok. she's just staying for the summer- i'll probably barely see her" ron didn't seem to convinced by this " im ashamed that you think so little of me, plus i'm pretty sure i've seen her around. we do share a lecture" he knew for a fact. he knew because sometimes he found himself absentmindedly staring at her in admiration. there was no escaping it though, ron- and everyone else- knew the inevitable, fred was gonna fall for his best friend.

the day she came to the burrow made that extremely clear. "freddie, you are so stupid" george couldn't stop laughing at his twin "ron is gonna kill you. what about 'you can't date her' did you not grasp?" fred just playfully glared at him "ok... he said she was pretty- he didn't tell me how pretty!" his brother lightly patted his shoulder whilst sighing softly "you are a hopeless romantic, and besides i thought you already knew her" fred shook his head subtly "no. she sits at the front of the hall and i sit at the back. i've seen her from afar, there is a clear distinction."

but in fred's defence- y/n wasn't doing much better. although, luckily she didn't have the 'you can't date him' talk, she just knew she shouldn't. would it affect her and ron's friendship? probably not. but he had a weird thing about his friends dating his siblings- when harry started dating ginny, she found it hilarious. obviously he's over it now, but it did take a miniature toll. harry hung out with them less and less, between classes for uni and going through the 'honeymoon phase' of his and ginny's relationship, he barely spent time with them. of course, he does now. but y/n couldn't get her head around it, everyone was like that- no matter who they where in a relationship.

but she didn't ever plan on risking their freindship, but then she met fred.

"we're here!" ron yelled from the front door, to notify his siblings that they were about to meet his friend he talks so fondly of. "oh move out of the way ron, let me meet her!" his mother was so lovely. "ah you're gorgeous! come here, come here" and mrs weasley embraced her in a hug, some would consider her a little 'overly friendly' but y/n didn't mind. it was nice to be considered a part of the family even if you only know one or two of her children. "and hermione! lovely of you to come again, i can't believe you're still putting up with my ron. he's a piece of work" that made everyone chuckle, this women didn't have much of a filter, and it was great. "well, y/n, you already know ginny, you might have met fred once or twice, thats george, thats bill and his wife fleur. charlie's still away on military duty, and percey's still in london working for the law firm." she said her hello's to everyone, they were all very nice. and as much as she loved everyone, she was happy to finally get a bit of peace outside whilst reading with hermione and fleur whilst everyone was helping with dinner "i honestly don't mind helping if you need it, there are a lot of us to cook for-" "dont be silly y/n i'm not letting one of our guests cook. i see you have a couple of books, go read and relax, you had a long journey. my little delinquents will help me" so she gave up trying to help, it was no use.

"so y/n" fleur started, but she didn't mind, the two got on pretty well, and had actually met a couple of times already, they went to the same high school periodically, fleur was an exchange student and the two shared a few classes. "any boyfriends? girlfriends? any romance at all" this caused the girl to chuckle. "no. not for me. on top of school, and having a clingy friendship group, i don't have much time to meet anyone and date" fleur looked both sad and excited "well maybe you could date fred? i hear he i hopelessly single... and you're staying hear all summer. plenty of time to get to know him" yep. she was excited. "i think ron would have a heart attack" y/n didn't hate the idea, but she was very much the type of person to not force things. it wouldn't feel right to get close to him with the only intention to be to fill the void that wasn't actually all that eager to be filled.

but after a few weeks her and fred began to really get along. "dude things are going terribly with the whole 'don't fall for y/n'! i just can't stop thinking about her. and then when i finally do, she's right there!" george huffed a laugh "really freddie? i thought things were going great" "you know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" the two joked with eachother a little more "she's just one girl. i'm sure there'll be more that you like just as much as her" fred shook his head "i'm not really one for change. i like her, and the only thing holding me back is a little dick who is way too protective and possessive of his beautiful friends." his brother rolled his eyes "just talk to him! everyone can see how you look at her and it's painful! just. talk. to. him."

this wasn't going to work. he knew it was a long shot, but anything is worth a try. "ron, i get your whole 'i don't want my friends hurt' thing, but i don't wanna hurt her ok. she's just- i've gotten to know her, and i do really like her-" "stop. just stop. i can't tell either of you who you can and can't date. but if you really like her, i guess you're not the worst person to ever like her"

7 weeks into her stay, she knew she liked him. there was no denying they grew close, nearly always being in a room with each other, nearly always touching each other in some way: holding hands without even realising, leaning on the other when they're standing together, subtle yet obvious things like that. subtle to them. obvious to everyone else around. "just talk to her!! god this is painful, and it's about time you start telling her the many, i repeat many compliments and all romantic shit you spew to me, because you are insufferable right now" fred rolled his eyes playfully "i honestly can't georgie. why would i risk it. she's too perfect to let slip" "just tell her! it cant be that hard. do you really wanna go back to how things were before you too properly got to talking? because if you don't tell her it increases that possibility." this got the other boy's attention "you really think things could go back? becasue i don't think i could handle a silent nod whilst passing her to get to my seat at the beginning of a lecture. or a little small cute giggle when i come over to irritate ronald. i've gotten to know her, and i know that i like her. i don't want to jeopardise that. i can't. i just can't." george chuckled at his helpless brother "sounds like you can't do a lot of things freddie. you know what i say? go for it! what do you have to lose?" "an incredibly awesome friendship with a very attractive girl" and then their conversation got cut off when a certain someone walked into the room "hey" and the two fell practically silent "yo y/n" george was the first to break the somewhat silence that awkwardly enveloped the room "what you up to?" he got up "leaving" she chuckled at the younger twin "smooth." as she took her place next to the remaining brother, the awkwardly laced tension instantly washed out of the room as she sat next to him. it was like, the affect she had on him- any anxiety he had left, she was like a beacon of peace, of a calming sound to capsize the worry that flooded his mind.

a week after his conversation with george, he decided enough was enough. "ok im going to do it" and honestly, y/n was thinking the exact same "ginny, i will do it. im gonna tell him" but were they?

the two we alone, the rest of the household were out at the shops. "what do you wanna do?" she could think of one thing "are you gonna hate me forever if i do this?" he was a little confused "do what?"

she kissed him. yet another way for them to always be touching. yet another moment of true bliss- when everything around them falls silent, the world pauses from spinning, and they finally feel as though they can breath, the spark took the opportunity to turn into a flame. "well if that's what you wanna do... i can work with it" they both chuckled "i can to- and if i'm being completely honest, i'd like to do it a lot more" "at least we're in the same boat"

and finally after 8 long weeks they started dating. they never told anyone, and they didn't have to. stolen kisses - stolen whispers - stolen glances. any chance they could get, they'd take it.

when they went back to college, not much changed. they took any chance they could get to see each other, whilst y/n did all she could to maintain her normal friendship with ron "y/n you've seen him oce already this week! come one, we need to have a movie marathon. it's super important" she rolled her eyes "ron it's saturday. and i've only seen my boyfriend once this week. be a normal 18 year old would you? be horny- fuck your girlfriend! love you bye"

let's just say her methods were odd- but affective. things were going well, she was happy. turns out she didn't regret that summer at the burrow. none of them did. she was the newest addition to their family, and they all loved her, none quite as much as a certain fred weasley.

[thomotomo]

Kia ora! Could i request a peaky blinders x male reader, where y/n is in a secret relationship with his brother tommy shelby? fluff and hiding from period typical homophobic laws

A/N: Hello dear anon! I hope you will like it! I’m not watching Peaky Blinders so I tried to keep in the universe and in character but I’m pretty sure I messed up a few things lol. Hopefully you will enjoy it nonetheless! Thanks for requesting :3

TW/CW: Incest, Slurs/derogatory terms about gay men, misoginy (ig, well they don’t talk well about women), Mention of period typical homophobia - Read at your own risks

Words: 2.4K

The atmosphere in the room was tense. Some members of the gang had been attacked and it seemed that other rival gangs in Birmingham were pushing their luck, titillating your family into making mistakes.

You weren’t really concentrated on the discussion, rather you observed your brother (and secret lover) who was seated opposite to where you were standing, a whisky in his hand, discussing the serious matter with a frown on his face with your brother, Arthur and your Aunt Polly.

You tried following the flow of the conversation but the soft light reflecting on Tommy’s face was making him way too attractive and his shining eyes were marvellous, you wanted to kiss away the frown on his face, hold him in your arms and proclaim to the world that you loved him.

Sadly, you weren’t able to do so for a numerous of reason, firstly he was your brother, and although wedding between cousins were accepted, people were taking less kindly two children from the same mother to be in love. And secondly well, people of your kind weren’t well liked (not to say absolutely despised), two men lying together was seen as an abomination and you had witnessed a few times boys being beaten for being accused of being a “fag”.

Truth to be told, you hated being unable to be with him, go outside together, not giving a care about anything or anybody but sadly you knew you couldn’t do that. You wanted to stay alive and not cause the downfall of your family’s gang and basically not disgracing them socially, so here you were, trying to listen to the conversation.

“What are your thoughts (Y/N)?”, it was Arthur who spoke up. You tried to stay collected on the outside and completely panicking inside.

“Oh erm. I think we should maybe execute one person, one example to assert our dominance and show them this as a warning and we won’t stay here doing nothing?”, they nodded as you sighed, feeling less stressed now that you answered to them.

You lit up a cigarette and smoked slowly as they discussed about who they will take down, their level in the other gang. And after debating for another ten minutes they settled on kidnapping, Ralph McAllister, a middle-ranked member from the Birmingham Boys you had seen few times in town.

All of you stayed a bit more, discussing other issues until Polly had to leave, kissing all of you on the cheek. Arthur did the same, but leaving with a clasp on the shoulder, not without proposing both of you to meet him tonight at the Garrison Pub, which you agreed to do, he left both of you alone.

You waited until you were sure they were far enough and that nobody would be able to see you, you walked to Tommy, putting your cigarette on the ashtray and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly. He sighed in the kiss and put his free hand on your hip, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Everything is such a mess. Fucking assholes they think they can try and steal our territory.”, his hand gripped your hip a bit tightly. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, looking at him seriously.

“They fucking sucks but we’re going to crush them. Don’t think about them now and relax.”, you felt his grip loosen as he downed the rest of the whiskey and put the glass on the table next to him. He tapped your hip with his fingers, making you move from above him, allowing him to stand up. He gazed at you lovingly and took your hand in his.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom? There will be no risks of being the caught.”

You nodded and followed him in his bedroom, locking the door behind you as Tommy closed the curtains, just in case. Tommy then went to his seat and you joined him, sitting on his lap, his hand directly went to your check. You leaned in it, smiling at him. You enjoyed those quiet moments with him where you could do anything without any care in the world.

He peppered your cheeks with kisses, attempting to kiss all of your freckles, making you laugh lowly. Tommy then looked at you with a gentle smile and finally kissed you on the lips; you deepened it, adding a bit of tongue to the kiss. Tommy’s free hand went around your waist, smiling in the kiss and after a few more seconds of kissing he moved his mouth to your jaw, then your neck, letting you breath as he lightly bit your neck, avoiding leaving any marks.

He stopped after a while, breathing a bit strongly, putting his head on your shoulder, both of his arms now wrapping your waist. You stroked his hair, smiling softly and shuddering as his hot breath hit your neck.

“We’ll have to meet with Arthur later…”, you regretfully said.

“Yeah… But don’t think about that love. Now we’re having a moment together.”

You smiled at him and yelped when he stood up and suddenly put his hands under your thighs. He chuckled at the sound as by reflex you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his bed and put you on it, coming to lie next to you. He brought you in his arms, cuddling you and kissing your forehead. Both of you chilled there for a while in silence, bathing in each other’s love.

After a while lying on the comfortable, cuddling and sometimes talking, you decided that even though you really wanted to stay with him you had to be “productive” and go and take care of the horses to avoid raising suspicions.

You regretfully left Tommy’s arms, kissing him gently as he stood up too, to go and plan the disappearance of McAllister. You unlocked the door and kissed him once last time before making your way to your room, changing your clothes and then went to the stables. You started by putting the horses in the field made for them and cleaned all the stalls. It was an unusual job for the son of a wealthy family but considering your family was a gang  it didn’t really matter, at least you were someone to be trusted with the horses.

You really enjoyed taking care of the horses, even though sometimes it was it was very demanding job and the horses weren’t always in the best of the moods but it was an entertaining job, and you really loved the feeling of seeing the horses happy, clean and healthy and you were sweaty and not looking at all like a man of your rank.

Once all the cleaning and filling the food tanks of the horses you brought them one by one back in their stable. You stayed a bit longer with Ludy, a Shire horse that you considered yours instead of the family’s, patting him and giving him a little treat before leaving to take a shower as it was almost time for you to go and meet Arthur.

You put some clean clothes and waited for Tommy to come down, you were almost wondering if he had forgotten about it, knowing how he could be whenever he started to work, but before you could even try to walk back upstairs he arrived and shoot you a wink with a smile.

“You look great brother.”

“Same about you Tommy. You’re going to pick up some lass at the bar?”

“Maybe, we’ll see..”, he licked his lips as he checked you out. You saw the maid behind him, having some sheets in her arms.

You walked outside the mansion and met with the driver. Both of you went in the back and discussed about random things until you arrived at the bar. You stepped out and told the driver he wouldn’t have to go and come search you.

You readjusted your coat and walked inside The Garrison with Tommy right behind you, it was filled with quite the people. The pair of you looked around until you found Arthur in a corner drinking some whisky while flirting with the waitress.

You went and joined him as the waitress left and sat next to him with a smile.

“So, in what honour are we drinking tonight?”

“To the future death of that Birmingham motherfucker and to the calm that will be back right after.”

You all laughed at that and nodded in agreement, the asshole will soon be 6 feet under and all the gangs will either prepare or run away like the rats they were. Tommy ordered a round of drinks and you talked together, sometimes looking at the girls in the pub. Suddenly Arthur whistled.

“Tommy, the blonde lass over there had been watching you for a good while, y’should talk to her, bet she’d like your dick. You should go to talk to her.”

“Wait”, you intervened, “You should wait a bit more, like making her desire you even more so she like jump on you when you come at her. She seems kind of an easy one.”

“(Y/N) is right, she seems kind of an easy one. Give it 5 minutes Tommy boy and then you can get that bitch.”, all of you laughed at that, but in the back of your mind you didn’t want her to touch him. You desperately wished you could claim him in front of everyone, but life wasn’t fair sadly and unless you wanted to die well you could only do so much.

When the five minutes passed Tommy went to the blonde with a predatory grin, saying to both of you. “Take note gentlemen, this is how you woo ladies.”

Both of you laughed and you moved a bit, taking a drink from your glass, observing how he walked to the girl and nearly immediately kissed her neck, probably whispering some sentences to get her. You felt the atmosphere less joyous as you older brother was also observing the scene. There was never bad blood between the two of you but it was clearly not the same kind of love between you and Arthur than you and Tommy (damn right, Arthur was so constipated with his feelings you could easily think he hated you).

“You’re not a fag right?”, you tensed as he asked that. He wasn’t looking at you, but surely from the corner of his eyes he was observing your reaction. You tried not to look uncomfortable and laughed as if he told you a joke.

“Me a fairy? Really? Nah those past weeks Ludy doesn’t looks pretty well so I’m trying to see if anything is wrong with him. And with the mating seasons nearing all the horses are on the edge so I’d like to avoid some of them to get knocked up you know.”, you didn’t like using Ludy for an escape but you didn’t saw any other choices there. Arthur hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Because I wouldn’t want people to find out my brother’s a sissy. I wouldn’t like to know you’re a sissy. Because if you are…”, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes and you were pretty sure that if he knew you were an homosexual there wouldn’t be any blood bond between you anymore and he would murder you. You repressed a shudder and smirked.

“Nah don’t worry about that. I’m just occupied and worried about the horse’s health. But don’t worry next time we go out I’ll pick a cute lass, probably a redhead y’know?”, he laughed and downed the rest of his drink in one go.

“Yeah you always got the weirdest tastes brother.”

You looked back at Tommy who was still flirting with the girl and in a blink of an eye she disappeared, you knew where she went and your brother who probably followed her confirmed your suspicions. After all he always was better at hiding his feelings and acting too and you envied him for that. The thought of sex with any woman was repulsing you and even though you were able to go though it all with prostitutes or random women in bars, you wanted to throw up after every time.

“Oooh little Tommy is getting his fair share of fun with the little blondie. I wonder if she’s a screamer or not.”

“I’m betting she’s more like a squeaky mouse.”

“We’ll see when pretty boy is back!”

The two of you stayed here, discussing and you occasionally threw a lustful gaze to the women in the pub trying to make Arthur think you were watching them while he was flirting with some waitress, sometimes giving them a clap on their ass. You had the time to take another drink until Tommy came back, putting his pants back in place.

Arthur laughed and clapped, attracting a bit of attention that was quickly diverted when you threw them dark looks. Tommy sat back with a smirk and Arthur clapped his shoulder.

“C’mon Tom, how was she? Loud or not?”

“She wasn’t making much noises, but she was tight as fuck.”

“I was right then!”, you hit your older brother on the shoulder with a laugh.

“Tsk for once boy, for once.”

You kept bantering until Arthur decided it was time for him to go back home. You followed him outside and kept discussing for a short moment, observing the surroundings with a distrustful look on your face, after all night was always the best moment to murder people and you wanted to avoid that. You watched as Arthur left and then both you and Thomas started to walk in the opposite direction.

The streets weren’t quiet, from the drunk lads trying to walk to the fights, it was clear it was animated almost as much as during broad daylight. As you turned in a dark and seemingly completely empty street. You pulled Thomas with you and put him against the wall, immediately covering his lips with yours.

He was shocked for an instant and then relaxed in your grasp, kissing you back. After a few seconds of kiss, you stopped pressing him on the wall and licked your lips while looking at him with a spark in your eyes.

“You fucking- You could have waited for us to be more away!”, Tommy whispered with a disbelieved smile on his face.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss this bitch away from you. But don’t worry I’ll finish that somewhere else.”, this time you were the one leaving him hanging as you walked away, hearing his quick steps to join you.

Hopefully for you the maid wouldn’t be home by the time you’d be back or you’d have to keep him extra quiet.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story! Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment if you did and you can leave me a tip on KOFI if you want! Take care <3

[everywhereallofthetime]

Some Girl ... Part 11

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None.

Notes: I know squat about fashion. I have no idea if the brand names in this chapter are popular, high-fashion, or anything, they were just nice/cute outfits I saw online. Also, any Instagram account names are meant to be fictional. Even if they are actual, true IG accounts, it was completely unintentional.

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Saturday / July 24th

Sebastian was down for his morning nap and Charlotte was dancing around the condo to Lost In Japan while cleaning up. Jonah and Mackenzie would be arriving by ten and she wanted to make sure everything was in its proper place and that all of Sebastian’s things were organized.

Earlier that morning she and Sebastian had taken a quick trip to Loblaws. She usually ran errands on Fridays, but after she and Shawn had made plans to go to the zoo she intended to push everything to today, and then, of course, her brother had to go and spring this last minute visit on her.

At the very least Charlotte had wanted to get fresh groceries and prepare the guest room in case her brother and his fiancée were planning to stay over.

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Charlotte excitedly swung the door open. Standing before her was a couple who looked like they had stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine.

Mackenzie was gorgeous, not unlike Charlotte’s brother.

Jonah had always been a heartbreaker with a string of girlfriends. He was 6’2” with a trim but athletic build and broad shoulders. He had the same blue eyes as Charlotte, but his hair was about two shades lighter. He looked especially handsome in his cropped Italian slacks, designer belt, slim-fit, white button down, Blancpain watch, and Gucci sandals.

Mackenzie was a redhead, her tresses more auburn than fire, with hazel-colored eyes, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her small nose, and fair skin. She was leaner than Charlotte, and probably an inch shorter, although currently two inches taller in the M. Gemi Esattos she was wearing with her ankle-length Charo Ruiz Ibiza dress. Around her neck was a diamond necklace and on her finger she wore an engagement ring that Jonah must have spent a small fortune on.

Charlotte felt dressed down and young in her Hemant and Nandita sundress, even though it was one of the more expensive dresses she owned, and her platinum and amethyst necklace. Her hair was in two neat French braids.

By way of greeting, Jonah chuckled and said, “I almost let myself in, but it’s not really my place anymore, is it?”

Jonah and Mackenzie stepped into the entryway, and Jonah set down their bags. Charlotte gave her brother a great big hug.

“Hi sis,” he grinned. “It’s been too long.”

“I’ve missed you,” she said, giving him another, but smaller, hug.

“Missed you too, Doll.” He eased away and said, “I want you to meet my sweetheart, Mackenzie. Kenzie, this is my little sister, Charlie.”

She was not prepared for Mackenzie to nearly throw herself at her. Luckily Charlotte had good reflexes. With an endearing giggle, Mackenzie hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

“I’m happy to meet you too,” Charlotte laughed, returning the hug. She had a good feeling that she and her future sister-in-law were going to get along well.

Jonah gathered up their luggage again and said, “I’m going to put our bags in the guest bed and use the washroom.” He looked at Charlotte. “Why don’t you show Kenzie around?”

“Of course! Come in!”

They were only a few minutes into the tour when Jonah came up behind them. “It used to be very ‘modern techie metrosexual’,” he chuckled.

“I kept all the tech, I love all the tech, it’s amazing, but I softened a lot of the edges. It won’t be long before Bash is crawling and pulling himself up on things.”

“I absolutely love it, it’s beautiful,” Mackenzie sighed. “Jojo, for future reference, this is akin to what I imagine doing with our place after the wedding.”

Jonah rubbed her back. “Whatever you want, Z,” he said lovingly.

Cell phone in his front pocket, wallet in his back, and portfolio case for his tablet in hand, Jonah apologized, “I hate to turn around and take off already but my first meeting is at eleven. We’ll have more time together this evening. I should be back by four or four-thirty. Are you ladies going to be okay?”

“I think we’ll be just fine,” Mackenzie smiled.

“Text me if you need me.”

He hugged Charlotte and kissed Mackenzie goodbye and was out the door.

// * // * //

Left alone to bond, Charlotte and Mackenzie sat down together on the couch.

“I was happy to see that you brought luggage,” Charlotte said. “Will you be staying over then?”

“I hope so. We’ll see how Jonah is feeling after dinner.”

“Do you expect he’ll want to go out?”

“I think he’s looking forward to an evening in.”

“That would be wonderful. It’s hard to do a nice dinner out with a six-month-old.”

“Is Sebastian sleeping?”

“Yes, although he should be up soon.”

“I can’t wait to hold my soon-to-be nephew,” Mackenzie smiled brightly.

As they continued to talk, Charlotte learned that Mackenzie was a nurse anesthetist at Montefiore Medical Center in the Bronx, and the youngest of three girls who came along in quick succession. She grew up in Connecticut, where her parents and sisters still resided.

They were sharing common interests when Mackenzie gestured to Shawn’s guitar in its proper stand in the corner of the living room, and asked, “Do you play?”

“No, my boyfriend does.” Charlotte immediately realized her slip up and blushed furiously. “Friend that’s a boy,” she quickly corrected. “Not boyfriend.”

Mackenzie giggled.

Thankfully Sebastian chose that moment to start babbling in his crib, letting the young women know he was awake, saving Charlotte from further embarrassment.

“I’m going to nurse him,” Charlotte said. “I’ll be about ten or fifteen minutes. Please feel free to turn on the television or ask Alexa to play some music. Help yourself to anything you might find in the kitchen or see if there’s anything that looks good for lunch.”

// * // * //

When she came out of the nursery with Sebastian, Charlotte found Mackenzie looking at the framed photos scattered across her bookshelves.

Mackenzie, who had been eagerly awaiting the chance to hold and cuddle and kiss on Sebastian, abandoned the photos to reach for him. Charlotte handed him over to her.

Wandering over to the console table, Sebastian content on her hip, Mackenzie picked up the 5x7 from the zoo that Charlotte had framed after printing it the night before. It was a photo Aaliyah had taken with Charlotte’s camera of she and Shawn sitting hip to hip. Her hand was intertwined with his which was around her neck and hanging over her shoulder; her other arm was around his waist. They both had big smiles on their faces.

“Is this the boyfriend who’s not a boyfriend?” Mackenzie asked,

“Yes, that’s Shawn.” Charlotte waited for any sign of recognition from Mackenzie. She was relieved when there wasn’t one.

“He’s dreamy.”

Charlotte liked Mackenzie even more for using words like dreamy and akin. You rarely heard expressions like that anymore.

“He really is,” Charlotte giggled.

“You look happy together.”

“We have fun. He is definitely one of my favorite people."

“Why aren’t you dating? If that’s too personal, I apologize.”

“He is only recently single again. He ended a significant relationship barely four months ago. He isn’t ready for another.”

“Will you be there when he is?”

Charlotte sighed. “It depends how long it takes.” It was as close to an admission as she had yet given to anyone, that her feelings for Shawn were becoming more.

// * // * //

After lunch, and after Sebastian’s afternoon nap, Charlotte showed Mackenzie some of the LakeShore’s amenities and then they took Sebastian for a stroll along the waterfront. They paused when they came upon Lick It Gelato, grateful for a cold, delicious reprieve on a hot day.

Charlotte, sparked by Aaliyah’s Instagram activity the night before, asked Mackenzie if she would mind taking a selfie with her. Mackenzie was thrilled with the request and they took a photo with their cups of sorbet. Charlotte captioned it, Waterfront sorbetto with my brilliant future SIL, @scottishmackie!

It was quickly liked by Shawn, Aaliyah, and Valerie, as well as Jonah, who also commented with a red heart.

// * // * //

Over dinner, Jonah told the young women about his meetings and what exactly they meant for him and his brand, and he and Charlotte did some catching up. Jonah and Mackenzie were happy to tell Charlotte, when she asked, about how they met, their courtship, and the proposal.

While Mackenzie took a shower, Jonah helped Charlotte clean up after dinner.

“What time are you planning to leave tomorrow?” she asked her brother.

“We have a 3:15 flight home.”

“Elisa and Jack are hosting brunch tomorrow. I told Mason we would be there before I knew you were coming. You and Kenzie should go with us. Please Jonah? It would be such a great surprise; everyone would be so happy to see you, and to meet Kenzie.”

“Who’s ‘everyone’?”

“Jack and Elisa, Mason, Will and Didi, the boys and Valerie, and my friend Shawn.”

“Your friend Shawn, eh? Friend as in boyfriend?”

“He is just a friend, but he’s important to me. I would really like for you to meet him.”

“I will have to ask Kenzie first. If she is ready to meet the whole family, all at once, then yes, we will join you for brunch.”

Charlotte grinned brightly. “Thank you, Jonah.”

// * // * //

Charlotte was delighted to see Jonah dote on and entertain Sebastian until she swept him off to bed, and once Sebastian was asleep, Charlotte popped some popcorn and opened a bottle of chardonnay. She, Jonah, and Mackenzie, all in their pajamas, curled up on the couch to watch a movie. It was a perfect end to the evening.

// * // * //

Part 12

[aileysmirnov]

Loki x Ailey hc! part 1

I was watching Thor Ragnarok with some friends (over zoom ofc) and then It popped up in my head a conversation that I had with @melyaliz and Alex (ig: shir.0_guru) a while back, and I couldn't shake it off my brain as I was trying to write some other thing. So hopefully writing this down would apace my mind.

TW: Arranged marriage, depictions of emotional/psychological abuse

Summary: Eris and Odin find a solution to what's been threatening their domains, an alliance between 2 of the most powerful families, but Ailey and Loki don't seem so keen about it.

Disclaimer/notes: Ailey is my OC! You can learn more about her in here!

Ailey has finally been reunited with most of her family and entered the realm of gods in this AU.

Samaras is the last name of the Eris family, they are rulers of Thera (Eris kingdom) and each member bears a royal title.

Ailey is the only demi-goddess in her family, Demigods are seen as shameful in this AU and usually they have a birthmark and a weakness that distinguishes them as such. In Ailey's case is her golden rose hair once she transforms in her god-form and her weakness is her allergy to gold, it practically burns her skin, debilitates her magic and herself, is like kryptonite for her.

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The only reason they even know about the other, is because of their parents: Eris had been in conflict with Ares lately, and one of his recent attacks greatly debilitated her army and Odin had trouble with a few of the realms under his command forming complots against him and the safety of Asgard.

Both rulers found themselves in need of the other: Odin had the greatest warriors and military at his service, and Eris being the goddess of discord could easily rise or disipate any conflict that may come her way (except for Ares ofc), an easy way in or out of war.

And so, they decided to form an alliance; But Odin being the wise men he is, knew better than to trust blindly in the goddess of chaos, after all...Eris was known for being a backstabber who acted only to beneficiate her own interests.

To prevent that, Odin decided to make the alliance under the condition that one member of the Samaras family must marry the second son: Loki, God of mischief. And so, Eris agreed and offered her youngest daughter: Ailey goddess of ruin and folly.

God it was an absolute mess since the beginning!

Frigga was the one to inform Loki, who immediately went to Odin to protest, but like always his father ignored him, shutting him down by comparing him to his brother and how he would do anything to protect Asgard but Loki was being selfish.

Ailey in the other hand was kept ignorant of such decision and only knew about it a few hours before the engagement party began and only because a servant accidentally told her.

She was furious and much like Loki tried to protest but Eris couldn't care less about her daughter's opinion.

Ailey could rage all she wanted, Eris wasn't even paying attention, the only thing she was accomplishing was in making her angry.

—Child, I think you tend to forget your place in this world, you see: among humans you might be...special but in here... you're just an idiot with too much privilege—Eris had a way with words that could make them feel like poison, creeping in to the insecurities of one's heart.

—If it weren't for me and your brothers, you would be Hera's new toy, so please remember, dear. You not only owe me but to your brothers and this kingdom as well.

Ailey headed back to her room feeling ashamed and angry, she felt her mother's words had some truth in them, seeing as how different she was viewed here in comparison to the human realm.

When the time came for the engagement party and for Ailey and Loki to meet for the first time, is fair to say neither of them were in a good mood.

Even though deep inside they knew both of them didn't have any say in the matter and were pretty much in the same situation; they still felt irrationally mad at each other, that's why since the moment they met to the end of the ceremony they would throw little passive-aggressive remarks at each other.

She viewed him as a pretentious asshole, and He saw her as a spoiled brat.

Almost near the end of the celebration and no announcement had been made so Eris took it upon herself to throw them into the spotlight.

—I believe you two have something important to share with all of us—her face was smiling but her eyes were threatening.

Ailey bit the inner side of her cheek, rolled her eyes as she turned to face Loki who only gave an exasperated sigh before speaking in a monotone voice

—Do you want to marry me?—he didn't even bothered to get on one knee and just extended the ring for her to take.

Ailey felt tempted to say "no" and walk away gracefully but doing that would probably have a negative impact on Thera, so after a long pause she answered.

—Whatever—and put the ring on, herself.

Clearly a good start :) .

I think they didn't saw each other that much afterwards and when they did it was mostly for wedding arrangements in which they continued with the passive-aggressive comments but this time about everything the other would pick.

The mood was so uncomfortable every time they were together everyone around them was like:

I think that sometimes they would have moments where they realize they had been too harsh with the other and would tone it down a little but treating each other like that was the only way of protest that was allowed for them.

Specially for Loki since he constantly had to travel to Thera bc for some reason unknown to him Ailey refused to go to Asgard, which only made his negative opinion on her grow.

In his mind, it was probably because she thought she was too good for Asgard but the reality was: Asgard is practically a death sentence for Ailey since 90% of every building in there was made of gold.

But she will never tell him that.

I think their first "moment of closeness" came to be purely out of the realization neither of them had any option other than get married or see their domains destroyed.

So, they decided to call it a truce: both would play along with the whole marriage fiasco for a while until things died down and then they could divorce and pretend they never even met.

And so, the passive-aggressive comments slowly died down, not that they started acting like lovers all of a sudden, instead they acted like they were just... co-workers or something.

They would greet each other in a formal manner and then only talked about the arrangements and left, nothing else.

But then, inevitably they started to get closer.

It was something so gradual none of them really knew how it happened.

It started off with small comments about decoration ideas for the venue, it turns out they both had quite the interest in interior design.

Eventually those small comments became lengthy conversations about which combination of colors would look the best.

When it came down to learning about the nobility attending the wedding on each side, both would spend a little more time together. Studying the proper way on how to address them and their interests all for the possibility in forming new alliances.

But I feel like instead they would roast the hell out of them, like they would be going through a list of the Asgardian nobility that were to attend and Ailey would just point at a picture of a random Asgardian noble and go: "Oh. My. God. what is he even wearing?"

And Loki would try to force back a smile or a laugh but eventually he would just give in and start joining Ailey in the roasting.

They also have a very similar sense of humor, but Ailey is just more blunt and open about it while Loki isn't, I feel like most of the time he has genius comebacks to stupid comments people make but he's a gentleman and normally just keeps it to himself or would only say it in a polite but slightly aggressive manner, so when Ailey just bluntly says something similar to what he was thinking he can't help but laugh a bit (he won't admit to it though)

Other things Ailey and Loki have in common is their love for drama and spectacle, while Ailey is more of a ballet/dance-based plays person, she understands Loki’s enthusiasm for theater and books even sharing some of it herself.

Not only they enjoy these things, but they also found comfort in them: For Ailey ballet began as something her mother forced upon her but transformed in an outlet for her emotions and a way to connect and control her powers.

For Loki theater was a form of escapism since he was a child, every time he felt like he didn’t belong he found a safe place in countless stories of the misunderstood heroes.

This only makes their bond grow deeper; up until this point they never had anyone to talk to about their interests in such depth, so now they talk all the time about it, sometimes they would surprise themselves looking forward to the next meeting just to gush about a new play or book they just saw or read.

I feel like Loki might’ve even lend Ailey some copies of his favorite books and Ailey as a “thank you” decided to sneek out with him to the human realm to watch "Tristan und Isolde".

Everyone is able to notice the change in attitude of these two, especially Thor who only had heard about the girl but could tell how happy she made him every time Loki would mention her.

And he was happy for his brother but felt curious about his soon to be sister-in-law.

So, it was only natural when Thor asked Loki if he could tag along the next time he went to Thera.

He said no.

Thor went anyways.

When Ailey met him, she could only think about one thing: "he himbo" which she thought was cute btw.

Thor could see why Loki liked this girl so much, they were practically the same, which he found sweet yet amusing.

—Lady Ailey, a pleasure to meet you, mi brother has told me a lot about you!—he stated.

—Really?!—Ailey questioned directing an incredulous glance at Loki. 

—He asked­—Loki tried to defend himself by downplaying his brother statement. 

—No, I didn’t.—Thor retaliated with a mocking smile, he could tell his brother felt embarrassed so he decided to tease him a bit more. 

—In fact, he won’t shut up about you. 

—That’s not true, he’s just.. 

—No, he’s all the time saying Ailey this, Ailey that. It peaked my curiosity and so here I am… 

—Brother, Could you shut up?—Ailey could only smile and hold back a laugh at the brothers spontaneous quarrel. 

Truth is she thought it was sweet of Loki to talk about her with his brother. And teases him about it afterwards.

I think Thor might talk privately with Ailey and would ask her to take care of his brother. 

—I know Loki can be a bit…difficult, but have patience with him, I can tell he really likes you. 

And Thor was correct, Loki really did like her. But it might take a while for him to come to terms with his feelings, and would only manifest in small gestures towards Ailey, like: tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, subconsciously offering his arm for her to take as support when walking down the stairs, placing a hand on the small of her back as guidance whenever they were in a crowded space, sneaking small glances at her, etc.

Overall, he starts acting a lot softer with her, a lot more caring.

Ailey might be a bit oblivious to this (since she’s only used to overly sexual advances and has a difficult time understanding genuine affection), but she appreciates it none the less.

And both might even find themselves thinking that maybe…just maybe spending the rest of their lives together isn’t a bad idea after all.

[shyvioletcat]

Is there going to be a part 6 for Stupid Regrets?

I’m calling this the epilogue’s epilogue. 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

EDIT: MASTERLIST

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3 months later…

This was bliss. The way Rowan’s hands touched her body, the way his lips moved across her skin, it had her burning and burning. Aelin’s breath hitched as his fingers travelled up her sides, never quite touching exactly where she wanted him to as he kissed her neck. His silver hair caught the morning light as Aelin ran her fingers through his hair. Neither of them wore more than the bedsheet pooled at their hips as she sat straddled across his lap. He was teasing her, but any moment now Rowan would give in and give her exactly what she wanted.

Footsteps came running down the hallway and Aelin panicked, almost falling backwards in her scramble to get herself covered. Rowan caught her though, pulling her to his chest and flicking the sheet around her shoulders just before her bedroom door burst open and Dylan came in.

“Mum! I wanna watch cartoons but the remote isn’t working!” He declared.

“Batteries are in the second drawer in the kitchen, sweetie,” Aelin said over her shoulder, pulling the sheet tighter around herself.

Dylan didn’t say anything before he ran back out. With it being just the two of them for so long Dylan had difficulty remembering boundaries when it came to her room. Aelin looked back at Rowan, his eyes shining with mirth at the way her cheeks were no doubt flaming red.

“It’s not funny,” Aelin hissed as she swatted at his arm. That only set a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“Five minutes and I can put a lock on that door, maybe padlock it too,” Rowan said, pressing a smiling kiss to her cheek. “Preserve his innocent eyes.”

This wasn’t the first time that Dylan had... interrupted them, and she doubted it would be the last. Aelin sighed. “Yes, let's do it today.”

9 months later…

The house was dark and completely silent when Aelin walked through the door of her home. Odd, because Rowan was meant to be home with Dylan.

“Boys?” Aelin called as she took off her shoes by the door. She heard a quiet giggle.

Smiling, she flicked on the light for the living room, gasping as she took in what awaited her. Dylan was dressed in a suit, even a little bow tie around his neck. He held a sign he and Rowan no doubt made themselves. Tears were building in her eyes as she read the words.

Will you marry him? Please?

Then there was an arrow that pointed to Rowan who was also dressed in a suit, matching Dylan's even down to the bow tie, and he was kneeling with a ring box open in his hand. They both had bright conspiring smiles on their faces, like they were the most clever people in the world. Aelin took a few steps forward, her eyes going to the ring; a gold band set with a shining emerald.

“Well, Mum?” Dylan said as he shook the sign a little.

Rowan glanced at him and his grin spread a little wider.

“I’m waiting for Rowan to ask me himself,” Aelin said a little breathlessly, moving so she was standing right in front of the man who was about to become her fiancé.

Rowan smiled so hard the corner of his eyes crinkled. “Aelin, will you be my wife?”

Aelin nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course I will.”

Rowan was on his feet, Aelin’s face in his hands as he kissed her. He slipped the ring onto her finger and Dylan cheered from beside them.

18 months later…

Rowan couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he walked through the hallways of the hospital. Evalin and Rhoe had brought Dylan to meet his new sibling and Rowan was on his way to go collect him from the waiting room. He had a thousand emotions running through him, pride, joy and a little bit of fear just to name a few. When he stepped through the doors to the waiting room Dylan practically bounded over to Rowan, taking his hand.

“Can I go see her?” He practically begged, pulling him in the direction the Rowan had come.

Rowan waved at his in-laws before leading Dylan away. They were both beaming at him and Dylan as they waited for this special introduction to happen. As they walked Dylan practically buzzed with energy, he rattled off his night at his grandparents. Ice cream was had, twice apparently, and he’d fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie.

As they got closer to the maternity ward Rowan said softly, “You’ll have to be quiet now Dylan. There’s lots of babies and we don’t want to disturb them.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dylan whispered but he still thrummed with an excited energy.

Rowan opened the door to Aelin’s room and held it for Dylan. He rushed in, straight to his mother’s side. Aelin smiled at him and leaned over so Dylan could look at his little sister’s face. There was a look of wonder on his face and Aelin’s eyes started to fill with tears as she took in Dylan’s expression. Rowan stood back, watching the scene unfold between mother and children.

“Do you want to hold her?” Aelin whispered and Dylan nodded.

Aelin patted the space next to her on the bed and Dylan darted around to the other side of the bed and climbed up, settling next to Aelin.

“Dylan, you need to be calm. She’ll feel how excited you are and wake up if you’re not very, very calm,” Aelin explained. Dylan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened them again Aelin asked, “Ready?”

Dylan gave one very definite nod. “Ready.”

Aelin passed the baby over into Dylan’s waiting arms. At eight years old he didn’t need much help, but still Aelin hovered a little just in case. Dylan didn’t notice, he just beamed down at his sister.

“What’s her name?” Dylan whispered, not taking her eyes off the newborns face.

“Elspeth,” Aelin said as she wrapped her arm around the two of them and kissed the top of Dylan’s head. “But you can call her Elsie if you like.”

Dylan was silent for a moment, just taking everything in. “Elsie,” he said and paused again before whispering, “Hi, I’m Dylan. I’m your big brother. I love you and I’m going to be your best friend.”

Aelin wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed Dylan again. Then she began to whisper things that only Dylan could hear. Rowan watched the three of them, his heart near bursting with love. He loved Dylan like he was his own, and he still would without question. His heart had only grown when he had held his daughter for the first time only hours ago.

This was his family, and he had no regrets about how he had got here. Rowan loved them with his whole heart, his soul, every flawed part of himself. To whatever end.

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[polygamyff]

35. Part 7

It’s a weird feeling, to have Marquis Davenport here, just sat here like everything is fine. He is slightly scary but sweet, it’s a weird mix and I can’t describe it. My dad is a sweetheart compared to him, I shuddered a little “come on baby pootie, you can’t sleep all day now” patting her stomach lightly, my daughter’ refusal to wake up, she has been asleep for so long, what is wrong with her “Reign-Texas Davenport! Young lady, come on. Wake up” let me just pick her out of this bed, she looks so cozy in this bed, little lady is not wakin up “come here” picking her up “mommy loves you so so so much” pressing kisses to her cheek until I see some little eyes awaken, I chuckled at her cheeky self opening them and then closing “you can’t be this cheeky young lady, barely even close to a year and you’re here trying to trick mommy. Grandma and Grandad are here baby” resting Reign on my shoulder as I moved away from the bed and made my way to the living area, she will wake up. She is just playing around with me and making mommy look silly for whatever reason, she is like her dad, a damn troll. She is so warm in my arms “here she is” Marquis eyes lit up, his smile is beaming “yes, she is playing and not waking up. Grandad is here” he looks to happy “Reign, my little lady” he said, looking down at Reign she did open her eyes “I think she’s heard a different voice now” I laughed, now she will wake up “morning princess, grandma is here and so is grandad. They come to see you, look baby” turning her around, Reign lifted her head up. Her eyes are so little, they still look sleepy “she is so beautiful, hey little lady. It’s me grandad. Little lady” Marquis waved at her, Reign’ smile grew at him “you want to go and see him because he wants to see you and give you all the snuggles” walking over to him “I have missed your tiny little face come to me princess, I love your babygrow, is this Winnie the Pooh, I will get you Winnie the Pooh for you” I can imagine he would too, Reign actually wants to go to him, I noticed my daughter enjoys company of the boys, I think she likes the attention they give “oh wow, don’t you look beautiful my little angel” Reign straight attacked Marquis and his beard “oh ok, you can do that. I don’t mind” I think she remembers him from last time “I will call breakfast in, is that ok?” I asked Joy “yes darling, please do” Joy got up to go and see Reign.

Wiping my mouth with the napkin “you can put her down, she is attacking everything” I said to Marquis, he has not put her down. He is using one hand to eat and the other to hold Reign but she is grabbing everything, my daughter has had her fingers in all of this food, she is not stopping and he just don’t care “no, no. She is ok, she can do what she likes. A princess gets what she wants, even the taste for eggs” I mean she didn’t know what to do, she dipped her hands in his eggs and then was quick to put her hand in her mouth, she was so confused “you need to stop spoiling her Marquis, she will be a brat” I don’t want that either “this is why I won’t see her as much, I cannot help myself Robyn. Ask Joy, I love all of my kids, they are such blessings” smiling lightly, he did ditch his other son but that is another story for another day “Maurice is the favourite and then Nalah, this is just another Nalah. She would sit on his lap and do just that. She is so cute Robyn and such a blessing” my daughter is so loved and I love to see it, my phone notification pinged and so did Marquis’ phone and Joy’ at the same time, peaking over to my phone. My face softened “30-year-old Maurice Davenport, heir to the Davenport Hotels has been taken into hospital” looking up at Marquis “what!?” I spat “mhmmm” Marquis just groaned out “people for you, gossip gets around so quickly now, it’s crazy” I don’t like that “but why? Did someone snitch?” Marquis shook his head “we don’t know, it can be anyone that saw him go into the hospital, or someone said something in there. People can’t help but gossip, they do the same to me. It’s just something that comes with the role, don’t worry about it” I do not like this at all “we will release a statement, Joy if you can get my assistant for me, don’t’ worry Robyn” I am worried, people are talking about him.

It’s just not fair, Maurice already doesn’t want to be in there, he already hates the fact I made him go in there and now this. I get why he doesn’t want to go there, shit like this happens but Marquis is so calm about it all I mean why, someone has clearly told, someone in that hospital has been talking. It’s actually annoyed me so much “mommy is annoyed Reign” she looks so cute in her booster seat, just sat watching me “I love your dress by the way, who dressed you girl?” touching her dress, Reign gurgled and then attacked her hands “your mommy here making sure nobody sees your bald patch, she got you baby girl” I am hoping that shit gets better to be honest, unlocking my phone and going onto IG, Leon has tagged me in something so I need to check or he will text me saying am I ignoring him, I cooed out at him putting a picture of me and him at my party, this was my twenty first birthday party, he misses me. Poking my lips out and commented on the post ‘I miss you so much Leon, my baby. Reign and I cannot wait to come and see you, love you boo xxxxx’ pressing send, I can’t wait to go back to Cali and see him, I just need a laugh with him because its’ been a while now. I need to search and add Shawn on this but I abruptly stopped as I saw a picture of Maurice and this older lady, tapping on the picture that has come up, it’s Tina. Pulling a face going down to the caption ‘I wish my best friend a speedy recovery boo, get better @MariceDavenport’ rolling my eyes, she likes him but then she could be his mom, what a weird bitch. So word has got out about him, this is so annoying because it hasn’t even been a full twenty four hours, how does this even happen. Tapping on the comments, there is plenty of comments actually, I mean a lot of women speaking on how they miss him, if he is ok and whatever “bitches” I said to myself, maybe I should look at his tagged pictures “Robyn, hi. We need to go to the hospital now” Marquis interrupted me “oh yes, sorry I am coming” he saved my eyes from seeing anything else.

I am going with the in laws to the hospital this is different, I mean I am alone in this “brother” oh Marquis’ brother is here, why is his family always around here and would you look at that. Tiffany and I on opposite sides “how is the boy? I was upset for him” he is such a liar, he don’t care about Maurice “I know, I am going to see him now. I will keep you all updated” Marquis looked at me “come” Tiffany just glared me up and down, Kellen just stared at me with hate, I think. He did not expect Marquis to want me like this “Robyn” Kellen said, turning my head away “can I ask” I said to Marquis “ask away?” he said “how do the news outlets know so quickly? I don’t get it, nobody was barely there or saw us” Marquis laughed “how can one be so sure nobody saw?” he questioned me, I mean I don’t have an answer “you don’t need to answer that but just because we are in a private hospital, or a private event it is never private. Someone always talks, it’s just a sad situation we are in and Maurice. He’s different, he made a name for himself with being a socialite as such. People know of, celebrities so it is different for him. But don’t worry about it too much, come let’s go now” if he isn’t worried then neither should I be.

Reign fell asleep in the car seat, she didn’t wait at all so I guess Maurice can see a sleeping Reign. It’s me to be honest, I can’t help myself in wanting to see what is being said so I am checking his tagged pictures, I can’t help it. It’s just weird that people know so quickly, I don’t like it because he needs his privacy as he is struggling with such a thing. Oh this is interesting, like there is so many pictures of him with people, I mean some famous but this nigga has fan pages, why. Tapping on the video of what looks like a club but Maurice looks very skinny here, like cheekbones out. The video started to play of him in a club, cigarette in mouth with a bottle of Moet in hand, this is kind of old because you can see how skinny he was here. Tapping on the sound but turning it down a little “Maurice! Hey!” the girl shouted, he smiled looking at the camera and a hand comes into the camera, well ok at her touching his face like that. Scrolling down to the caption ‘Get better M Huncho ;). Miss you!’ ok this is different, but it’s his past “M fucking Huncho” I said in a whisper to myself, he lived a very much Rockstar life and it is interesting to see that side but I get jealous, it’s his past and I am not going to say anything but I may say M Huncho to him just to see his reaction.

Joy is such a mess, like she straight cried seeing him, I just rolled my eyes “I am good mom, stop crying” he said, I won’t be hugging him or crying because why should I, like he cares or wanted me here and to be fair he’s been so rude to me “I just love you so much baby, I don’t like to see you in this bed at all” walking around the bed with a sleeping Reign in my arms, I am just going to sit here “sit down woman” Marquis said “like I didn’t want any of you here, it could have been dealt with without this” Maurice said, sitting down on the seat. Maurice and I eyes met but Marquis pointed his stick just on Maurice’ bandage leg “well that hurts, thanks” he looked at his dad “what is that!?” he asked “my leg, clearly” Maurice retorted “don’t get funny with me” Marquis poked his stick on this leg “wow! Seriously? What did I do?” his dad walked over to the chair “like that hurts! Are you that stupid?” Marquis sighed out as he sat down “don’t speak to me like that Maurice, why are you here? Why do you have that on your leg? Explain that to me, when you nearly died on me then and now this. I had the same thing on my leg and now I can barely walk, what is wrong with you” I should have got Marquis on him a while ago now “well you gave me this, hope you’re proud of yourself” Maurice spat “that my son won’t pass the age of forty, you know what Maurice you continue. You keep on doing this because I am not doing it. I am not giving you this business anymore, I decided. I can’t” I cringed, this is something he is not going to accept “I am the first born son! I am the person to get it! Fuck you dad, you know this” Maurice shouted at his dad “the son that is ill! I can’t watch you do this, stress causes this! It makes you worse! You stupid boy, I can’t sit back and let it happen. I rather the business go to hell then give it you and see you rot with it! No! you listen to me right now, it is still my business. I decide what to happen to it, you openly having these crises when you have a daughter! No! I say what goes, I said no!” putting my head down, Marquis legit not letting him have the business.

Marquis is furious with him “mom, listen to me. Dad is acting dumb tell him now, I want it! It’s my right” Maurice is trying to talk to his mom “I agree with your dad, you are too ill for it” Joy agreed with Marquis “then you should have fucking put me with Adam, huh! I should have been in Germany like you threw him, you are a shit person and even more now, fuck you! You wanted nothing to do with my daughter now you sniffing around Robyn, no. I want you out! How dare you! How you play me and use this against me” Maurice is angry, he is very angry that the hear monitor is going higher and higher, Marquis is so calm “not nice is it, not nice to feel like something is being taken from you. You feel anger, hurt. Now you know how we all feel with you, you constantly play with us. Now you don’t like being played but you do it to us. You play with your life when you have a child that needs a father, I wish you had that much care about yourself” Marquis pointed at him “your mom does want me to give the business to Nalah, but it is you that is having it. But it is not nice, think on it” the door opened “full room now I see, the doctor will be with you. Just come to change your dressing on your leg” the nurse said.

Maurice is a spoilt brat, now he is grumpy because his dad did what he did to him, I mean come on. He did kind of deserved it, the nurse hurt him but it does hurt having your dressing changed “I bet you’re loving this” now it is my turn “didn’t take my jet then?” he just loves being a dick, I feel like he enjoys it “whatever M Huncho” I said, I had to say it and his face dropped “Marquis, it is good to see you!” his doctor is here, now he can shut his stupid mouth but he knew what I meant that is why his face dropped when I said it, I was just generally testing the name out “he loves his visits here, don’t you?” looking at his doctor “so I did see Maurice in the morning, do you feel you need some more medication now?” he asked, Maurice nodded his head “so we are starting something new, no reaction which I feel is good. You are feeling much better today but I want to keep you another night. When you leave will there be anyone to help you with your dressing?” I want to say no “let him suffer and don’t do it” Marquis said “I will be around” I mumbled “great, he needs to rest still. I just want to keep him here for another night just to know this medication is working for his pain. Maurice does look better, blood test did come back and it looks like it’s fine, I feel like Dubai made it worse. Not much water, you need to drink lots of water, stop smoking, drinking. Be healthy, everything you not doing you need to start. You need to be mindful, yeah? So travelling from cold New York to California, two different climates, 1 very warm and New York cold, that can also cause you pain. You need to wear and do the correct things. You need to be more healthy, that is what I am saying to you and I have been saying to you” Maurice does not like being told what to do “he has been travelling to California for me but that won’t be anymore, I am moving here now and I will be watching him and he will living a healthy lifestyle, if he is living alongside me he will be” I won’t have the bullshit anymore, it can’t happen “I will give you some more medication, I want you to go to sleep for a while again too. With a mask on, get some pure oxygen in your system, relax and not stress about anything. Tomorrow I will be back and I will assess you then ok?” Maurice nodded his head, he is not fighting it.

I am sad they gave Maurice his medication but also something to put him to sleep, they want him to relax and sleep. I honestly felt he wasn’t sleeping much, because I would go to sleep about twelve, he would be awake still, then he wakes up at six, he’s doing that every day. It’s the quietest Maurice has been, he’s still awake a little but he’s just laying with his oxygen mask on. Reign has just woke up, she missed it all “she will need feeding now won’t she?” Marquis pointed out, Maurice hasn’t notice that she is awake but he has now, Reign is just confused looking around the room, Maurice waved his hand at her and my heart just fell, like I hate that it does but I just feel for him. Holding Reign’ hands “look baby, daddy waving” pointing at Maurice, she is just not paying any attention. She is busy looking at the heart monitor beeping, getting up from the chair and fixing Reign on my hip “look baby, it’s dada. Say hi dada” Reign stared at Maurice all wide eyed, she is not liking what she sees “you not going to give daddy love” Reign’ bottom lip poked out, she is not liking the mask I think “aww it’s ok” Maurice moved the mask away “Reign, it’s me. Mi Amor” she doesn’t want to know at all “she is upset, put the mask back on. You need to get better” Maurice nodded his head “but are you coming back?” he asked “do you want me too?” he shrugged but then nodded his head “I will be awake by then” leaning down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before I reached over and placed the oxygen mask over his mouth “I will come back” I think I will come without Reign, I am sure Nalah will babysit her.