#aerie I don't know what came over me

[halfyourheart]

I wanna occupy your brain / Be the only livin' space in your head

criminal minds muke moodboard for aerie (@arishemmo ) 💜

[facefullofsadness]

Could you do a giselle dom pervy step sister(female reader) smut where they don’t like each other at first but ig giselle found a way to turn that hatred into them fucking in secret while their parents are in the house

ANONNNN!!! YOUR MIND!!!! I've been thinking ab this ask for WEEKS and I finally have time to write about it omg obsessed

content - stepcest, blackmail, smut (pervy!giselle, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, squirt, voyeurism/public(?) sex)

wc - 2739

a/n - catching up slowly but surely on asks, I have no school this week so imma try my best!

you never really warmed up to giselle.

you never really WANTED to ever warm up to her. she was mean, annoying, obnoxious, and greedy. I mean, how fucking self-centered do you have to be to make your baby stepsis call you by another name because she "doesn't deserve to call me by my real name" as giselle had said. what infuriated you was how pretty she was too. someone who was such a bitch shouldn't get the benefit of being attractive, especially since aeri knew and definitely used it to her advantage. whether it be to the people around her like friends, classmates, teachers, or even your parents, she finessed them like no one's business.

but she could never trick or fool you. you were a challenge to her, and it pissed her off not getting what she wanted. giselle HATED your guts. you were smart, sweet, cute, and generous, traits she simply was not. she hated how your guys' parents eyes' would light up in excitement when you came to them with an academic achievement, looking at you with admiration and love, eyes that would look at aeri with annoyance and disappointment.

aeri's not stupid, she knows why she's disliked, but she doesn't really care. it only really started to affect her seeing YOU be soooo liked by them. she simply hated you because you weren't easy, and you hated her because she saw everyone as easy. though, however much it upset you, it upset her to a degree you couldn't even imagine. she had to win the invisible game, and she was going to get her way with you, one way or another. so she devised a plan, which was to put simply, blackmail.

one day when you were gone at school, she set up a secret camera in your room facing your bed. she laid back on the living room couch in content, watching you come home from school, shooting each other a painfully fake greeting, before you ascended upstairs to your room. during nightfall, you would of course, fulfill your physical desires while everyone was asleep in the house, unaware of the recording device from across the room. and in the morning when you left, your wicked stepsis would sneak back in to retrieve the footage, playing it back and giggling to herself, knowing this would ruin you.

giselle's sweet baby stepsis, a sexual deviant during the after hours, shoving a huge dildo into her pussy to force multiple orgasms from her own body.

aeri was giddy with joy, now owning what single-handedly would win her the upper hand. the day continued as normal, but as you were about to go to sleep, there was a knock at your door. you rolled your eyes when you opened it to find a smug aeri, her phone in her hand with a play button over a still image of you in your room. your eyes shift between her and her phone confused before she pushes you inside and shutting the door behind her.

"what the fuck is that aeri?"

she huffs and sits comfortably at the end of your bed, "first of all, it's giselle to you, don't forget. second, how 'bout I show you?"

playing the video on max volume, your muffled moaning erupting from the small screen, watching a video of yourself masturbating. your ears ring and your cheeks flush, pouncing onto the older girl and trying to tear the phone away from her. your older stepsis is far stronger than you and easily you get overpowered, her hands pinning your wrists together and against the bed, her legs straddling either side of your lap.

with one large hand gripping your wrists together and the other hand hovering the still playing video against your face, she smirks, "what? shy? you weren't so shy last night when you were shamelessly fucking yourself, now were you? hm, y/n-ie? my sweet little sister?"

you grit your teeth and shake your head back and forth to deny the accusation, as if it weren't true. her dark chuckle fills your ears and the room, joined with the loud squelching of your pussy coming from the video. you feel tears start to well in your eyes and you plead with her.

"unnie, please... delete that!"

she coos at you, "awww sweetie, you think I'm that easy? not without a price, I won't."

you continue to plea in a desperate voice, "unnie please! I'll do anything! just please, delete it, or don't share it! anything you want!"

her lips curl into a sinister smirk that you can see even in the dark. you feel your heart drop to your stomach at the thought of what she must've suddenly imagined, immediately regretting your choice of words. before you could even consider opening your mouth to take back what you said, aeri drops the phone and covers your mouth.

"anything huh? will you behave for unnie and do anything I want?"

you debate shaking your head no, but when you hear a particularly loud moan come from the video playing next to your ear, you nod your head yes.

"good girl, you may be stubborn but you're not stupid. a little bit dumb for your choice of words though," she hums above you and trails the hand over your mouth downwards, dragging her long slim fingers across your sensitive body, jerking with every inch of contact she makes.

you whine as her fingers circle your hardening nipples and pinch them between her fingertips, giggling at how your body reacts to her touch.

"sensitive little baby, aren't you y/n-ie? fuck you're so cute, you shouldn't be so fucking cute."

aeri hated how much she was enjoying this almost as much as you did. she hated how cute her little sis was, writhing under her, eyes welling with tears in fear, body reacting to every subtle brush, thighs rubbing themselves together to suppress the ache at her core. and you hated it too, you hated that your older sister made you feel so fucking good, how her touch ignited flames in your stomach, how you panted into the air the more intimate her touch became, how you anticipated and needed more when you realized how disgusting this all was.

you both hated it, but you both couldn't get enough.

looking up into giselle's eyes at the same time she looked into yours, locking onto one another and gazing into lustfilled stares, the tension filling the air. the hatred boiled over and morphed into a new emotion, desire. a compromise emerged, and mentally, you both knew what it was. it all felt too good to want to stop, so you gave in.

leaning up and smashing your lips against aeri's, her immediately pushing back into you, pressing you down into your mattress. sloppy wet kisses loud and echoing through the room, both your moaning filling your ears and drowning out any possibility for moral dilemmas to pierce your mind. the hand pinning your wrists down, traveling up to hold your hand, interlacing her fingers through one and letting the other one go.

you let your free hand shoot into her hair, pulling her closer into you and shoving your tongue into her mouth, eliciting a whine to escape giselle's throat, accepting the intrusion. her other hand finds your thigh and brings it up, wrapping your leg around her waist and grinding her hips against your clothed core, making you both groan out into each other's mouths.

"fuck, you're good. why are you good?" she moans into your mouth.

"I'm not- a fucking- amateur." you pant out between kisses.

"yeah? then tell me, has anyone else made you feel this good?"

she questions, almost as a challenge, and you're scared to answer knowing it's just another piece of blackmail to hang over your head. you both already know the truth, obvious by your hips rutting back against her, your sweat dripping down your forehead, neck, and chest, your core aching with need, and your eyes blown to oblivion.

"fuck you," you answer instead.

she chuckles lowly again, the tone and vibration in your mouth when she does it making your pussy throb between your legs.

"not before I fuck you."

flipping you over and onto your hands and knees, tearing your shorts and panties off, throwing them to the ground. she wastes no time shoving your legs apart and licking along your leaking slit, making you moan out and bury your head into your pillows.

"you're so fucking sick, do you know that? being so wet and horny for your unnie like this, you disgusting little whore."

giselle says as if she's not soaked in her own clothes, nipples hard and hole clenching around air. she feels so powerful, so in control, and it feels so good to have you whining under her. sticking her tongue out and getting to work immediately, dragging her wet muscle greedily and swiftly against your pussy, drinking in all of your slick. muffling your moans into your pillows and clawing at your sheets hard enough to rip them.

her strong grip on both of your legs forcing you to keep them apart, slapping your ass every so often and making you scream out into the pillow. her tongue moves around your core so fucking good, alternating between sucking and flicking at your clit to thrusting and licking inside of your cunt, the sounds unbearably sinful and delightful to especially aeri's ears. she's drunk, on the taste and feel of your pussy, the way your body reacts, and the muffled cries being torn from your mouth.

she closes her eyes and relishes in your delicious juice swishing around her mouth, moaning into your pussy at how fucking good it feels to have you like this. her core aches and throbs so painfully, she clenches her thighs to hold it in. she lands another slap on your ass before shoving three fingers into you, already starting with an unforgivable pace, curling them and finding that spot in you easily. you scream and claw at the sheets, almost assuredly knowing your pillow wasn't muffling your cries anymore, not like either of you cared. aeri was going insane and felt herself becoming more and more addicted to you. addicted to ruining you, addicted to having power over you, addicted to owning you.

with the arch of your back and body stilling, you gush cum all over your stepsister's face, thighs trembling and chest heaving, moans slipping out of your mouth like a waterfall, your pussy mimicking the motions of one too. giselle drank all of it, everything, licking all over your leaking cunt and wiping her face of it too, sucking her fingers dry to not leave a single drop wasted.

she didn't even let you rest as she flipped you over onto your back, quickly stripping of her pajamas and lingerie, before climbing up to your face, her thighs resting on both sides of your head.

"use your tongue for something useful, pervy slut."

pfft, hypocrite.

she gives you no time to respond or think before shoving her fat pussy into your mouth which you immediately start to drag your tongue all over, coating it in her slick. your hands grip her juicy thighs and you dig your nails into them, her wincing above you and gripping the headboard with one hand, the other hand in her mouth to muffle her sounds.

you never rip your eyes away from her face for even a second, obsessed with how much sheer pleasure rests on giselle's face, her mouth biting down on her hand, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and eyes clamped shut. your nose hits her clit repeatedly with your tongue buried deep inside her cunt, flicking it to stimulate inside her tight walls. she tastes so fucking divine, cum directly entering your mouth and your spit drooling out the sides of your lips.

her hips quicken and she fully rests her weight on your face which makes you delighted, drinking her up and pulling her in, suffocating between her thighs. not that it mattered, you loved it. you couldn't breathe but you pushed through, thrusting your tongue in her and maneuvering her hips as her clit hit the tip of your nose.

"drink my squirt you little bitch, take it! don't waste a drop! fuck!"

she demands you as she cums in your mouth, her pussy squirting onto your tongue. her thighs shake in your hands and you close your eyes to avoid squirt getting in them. you feel like your drowning in the sheer amount of liquid coming from aeri's pussy, but you obey your sister, drinking everything that slides down your throat. she finally calms down and you tap on her thighs in a panic, literally not able to breathe. she laughs above you and stays there, watching color drain from your face before she lifts herself up, watching you cough and gasp for air.

"sick fuck," she says before smashing her lips against yours' and digging her tongue into your mouth again.

suddenly, she pulls away and gets dressed, picking up her phone and waving at you with that infuriating smirk on her face as she opens the door and leaves, "see you again, baby sis!"

and from then on that's when it started, fucking your step sister in secret. at first it was only at night, every night since the first time. then it progressed to whenever your parents were out of the house, fucking on the couch in the living room, on the kitchen island, in the shower, in each other's rooms. at some point, she started to get more flirty with you, her touches lingering for too long when she held your hips in the kitchen to move past you or sliding her hands up your shirt when she'd greet you with a hug when you came home from school, whispering an "I missed you" into your ear, her breath against it making a shiver go down your spine, which always drove you insane.

at some point though, giselle couldn't give less of a fuck if your parents were home or not, she just wanted to fuck you. your family would be having a movie night in the living room and you'd go to the kitchen to get more snacks, the older girl following you to "help." then she'd pin you to the kitchen counter and slip her fingers down your underwear, dipping them into your already wet pussy.

"really y/n-ie? you're fucking wet? were you eye fucking me all night that you couldn't help yourself get horny? let me help you with that baby."

she would whisper breathily into your ear before fingering you right then and there, you clutching the popcorn bag in your fingers and biting down on your lip, trying so hard not to moan and get caught, thankful the movie was loud enough.

or during a dinner party WITH YOUR RELATIVES, she would "accidentally" drop a spoon on the ground and go to retrieve it, only to separate your thighs and trail a long tortuous lick across your exposed pussy, aeri having demanded you to wear nothing under. you're suddenly gripping your utensils and coughing on the food in your mouth, acting like it went down your throat wrong. your sister climbing back up from under the table with a lost spoon and a smile.

and of course, she fingered you under the dining table that night too, your face red and physically incapable of eating for about twenty minutes, clutching her forearm as you came around her fingers in front of everyone. you had bit down on your lip so hard, blood had started dripping down your chin and onto your dress, excusing yourself to clean up. panting out of breath in your room and ripping the dress off of you, your sister following behind you and pinning you to your bed with a smirk.

"that was impressive baby, you were able to keep in all those delicious moans huh? well, don't you dare fucking keep them in now, they can't hear you from here, and we're not even close to finished."

smashing her lips against your blood stained ones, the taste of metal filling her mouth.

and while you're not sure if you're starting to like your sister or not, you definitely start getting used to it (maybe obsessed).

a/n - the other night when I was looking at this ask, I suddenly had the urge to write a "rich girl aeri x reader fic where they both fucking despise each other and are just rich bitches until one night they both break from all the sexual tension and fuck in the back of aeri's car" fic... I'll get to work-

[mvrkieboo]

Old Bloodhounds

P32 | i am now a proud uchinaga 🫶🏻

You're sat beside the window, observing what was happening on the outside of the café (a girl walking her dog, a guy waiting to cross the road, a guy sitting on the bus stop bench) as you waited for the others to arrive. To your surprise, Aeri came in just right after you. You waved at her, pointing at the spot next to you. She lit up almost instantly, practically jogged to take the seat next to you.

She gave you a side hug, tucking her own head under your chin, making you giggle.

"I'm so glad you're opening up to us now, but if you feel like changing your mind, we won't put it against you." She said, placing a hand on your shoulder blade.

You let out a small smile.

"If I change my mind, I'll be losing Yangyang." You spoke quietly, and saw how her smile completely turned upside down.

"Yangyang's being unreasonable, Y/N. Seriously. Why would he put your friendship on the line like that? It's very—"

"Childish? Immature? Selfish? Self-centered? Trust me, I've said it all to him but it didn't get past his thick ass skull." Xiaojun's voice intercepted Aeri's, and both of you looked up to see both him and Yangyang were here now.

Yangyang didn't even bother to send him a dirty look and quickly took the seat across yours, with Xiaojun now designated to sit across Aeri. The waitress, finally seeing your table was now at 4 people, decided to come over with the menus to take your orders.

When the waitress left, you placed your arms on the table.

"Yangs."

"Y/N."

"Do you have anything to say to me? You know, just to get things out of the way first?" You smiled lopsidedly, not in that bad of a mood because you got to spend some time with Mark and Yuno yesterday, alongside Geonwoo and Woojin.

You had a blast introducing them to each other, mainly because Mark and Yuno's assumption of your neighbours being your sugar daddies nearly brought you to tears while Geonwoo and Woojin looked very apprehensive. They were basically your foster parents at one point in your life, when they had to fund your senior year in highschool. Like the cram school fees, bringing you along for a late back-to-school shopping, and Geonwoo's mom housing you before you got into college.

Sugar daddies? That's insulting.

And coincidentally, the sugar daddy misconception began with the very man before you—Liu Yangyang.

"I don't know—do you have anything to say to me first?"

Stubborn, capricious, prideful Yangyang.

With a very hard jab on the ribs, via Xiaojun's very sharp elbows, his composure slipped away with a pathetic yelp. Xiaojun put his face near Yangyang's, a pointer finger stabbing into Yangyang's shoulder while Xiaojun spoke through gritted teeth.

"You do have something to say, dipshit, and you're saying it first."

Yangyang continued groaning for a few seconds more before straightening his back.

"Alright, I'm sorry!—and this apology isn't forced, I swear. Berating you in the groupchat while you were handling the witch hunt was a dick move, and for this time I'll try to understand you if you decide to back out of this. After narrowly escaping being stabbed by Xiaojun last night, I finally understood that whatever it is you're trying to keep to yourself, it's obviously something very personal to you—but it's just...I just got really frustrated with the situation you were going through on your behalf and got insecure, so I lashed out on you." Yangyang rambled, but it wasn't fast paced and frenzied, it was slow and thought through, even though he didn't give you the chance to interrupt him.

You took hold of Yangyang's hand on the table.

"Yangyang, I'm sorry too, for making you feel insecure. I do consider you my close friend—sometimes I consider you a very annoying twin brother figure even. The things I've kept to myself aren't because I don't trust you, but it's something I haven't been able to move on yet. At least, not completely. I'm glad Xiaojun managed to beat you into understanding that."

Yangyang huffed out a scoff, "Oh, please. Xiaojun got to beat me yesterday because I didn't fight back. Otherwise—"

"Otherwise I could still beat your ass, motherfucker. Shut the fuck up." Xiaojun intercepted, and it had all four of you bursting out into laughter because of how much of a hardass he embodied for that line.

When all of you calmed down, you squeezed Yangyang's hand, pulling his attention.

"Okay, now that's out of the way, I guess I have to start explaining what exactly happened to me all those years ago."

"Y/N, if you're not ready—" Aeri placed her hand on your side, looking a little conflicted. She was glad that you were letting them in but also worried that you might've felt forced to do this.

"No, I'm ready. I am now."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"I'm sorry, if you felt like you were forced to share this. The fact that you haven't finished processing this trauma yet..." Yangyang spoke in a serious manner, looking ashamed with himself.

"It's okay, Yangyang. Honestly, I had to stop acting like it never happened every time I'm with you guys. Especially now that Yuno and Mark are back into my life. I was going to have to fully acknowledge it at one point." You shook your head at Yangyang's nth apology for today, flashing him a smile that was not at all forced.

You looked outside the window for a moment, not noticing the guy you saw sitting on the bus stop bench from earlier was still there, sitting there still.

"It's not okay. I accused the guys who practically adopted you when you had nobody else to be your sugar daddies. God, if they knew I was the one who started this sugar daddy bullshit, they'd hate me...I don't wanna make a bad impression on them..." He groaned, and Xiaojun and Aeri also looked ashamed, because they had fed into that bullshit alongside him.

You laughed at their faces, bewildered with Yangyang's words.

"A bad impression? Yangyang, you're not meeting my parents or something. Besides, they already know about you guys, I talk about you often when I'm with them."

"I am practically about to meet your parents. These dudes took you in, helped put you back on your feet, and are still watching over you even when you're all grown now. I can imagine shitting my pants if they're ever right in front of me right now." Yangyang groaned again, rubbing his hands on his face just imagining how muscular these dudes could be as former MMA athletes.

"They'd like all of you in an instant, guys. Don't worry too much." You cooed before consuming the last bite of your pasta.

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A/N : have fun with this fluff y'all! it's not gonna last long! cus im getting bored of y/n being so at ease and happy and safe. need this bitch to suffer.

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2 - One Day It'll Be Just You and Me

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Part 3

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Should the new couple of chapters just be Flashbacks of Aerys rule with Vaella and Jaime’s romance or Should I keep going from Flashbacks to the present timeline??? Let me know in the comments pretty please it would help a great deal 🤗

Breaking through the clouds I soar down towards the castle courtyard where we kept our dragons at. My dragons wings raised down, throwing some dust when her feet were planted and I brushed hair out of my eyes seeing my brother Rhaegar coming over to me watching with a huge grin on his face. “I assume you had quite some fun out there riding.”

“Indeed I did, brother. I rarely ever get to escape these walls flying on Amethyst.” I slid down her right wing, getting some mud stains on my boots when I landed in a puddle of water. Sticking my tongue out at him I teased. “Don't lie. I know you need an escape as much as I do.”

“I never said that I didn't enjoy it.” Rhaegar changes the tone in his voice reminding me that we still have to worry. “Regardless of how free we feel, it could be dangerous. If father finds out especially-”

“Rhaegar!” I growled underneath my breath at him.

He dropped his shoulders knowing that his tendency to worry too much would get old between him and I. I wanted him to just live in the moment with me instead of having his head stuck in a book or worrying about father’s stability as king. For he could not even ascend the throne till he died so there was nothing more for him to do. “I’m just thinking of us and our safety, your safety especially. You’ve heard how he treats our mother, imagine what he would do to you.”

“I don’t want to imagine it everyday, brother!” I raised my voice at him clutching my hands into fists at my sides. “Look if anyone asks what I was doing I’ll tell them I came to watch you fly above the Red Keep and get some fresh air. I was absolutely not riding a dragon myself. Are you happy now?”

His purple eyes lifted up and over the top of my head speaking about someone off in the distance coming over to us. “You’re my little sister and I’ll always worry about you. But I must admit I am happy to see he is coming to look out for you when I must check on my wife.”

“Jaime!” Whipping my head around his name flew from my lips with such cheer.

The golden lion gave my brother and I each a bow of respect. “Good morning, my prince, my princess.”

“I'll leave you two alone. Elia and I need to take care of some things for Dorne.” My brother disappeared, turning on his heels for the castle entrance.

Jaime tilted his head seeing the expression on my face was worrisome to him. “What’s troubling you, Vaella. It's starting to show on your beautiful face.”

“My brother's constantly worried about my father going mad. I just want to enjoy my life, for example riding my dragon without having to worry will my father ground me from riding her ever again.” Throwing my hands up from my sides I huffed.

The Lannister knight wasn't sure what he could truly do for the princess he served except to offer sympathy. “I'm sorry you feel that way. Maybe one day things won't be like this and you won't feel so um-”

“Trapped.”

He nodded back yes. “Exactly, if the old gods and new are kind to you of course.”

“If I'm ever so lucky in their favor I'll gladly accept the idea of freedom. So long as you get to join me.” Jaime smiles down at me watching me cross my arms over my chest wondering what it would be like to not be trapped inside the Red Keep.

Sitting at one of the bar stool seats I pushed ten gold coins towards the center of the table holding my cards close to my chest. I was wearing a dark red dress with a slit at my right knee that had no sigal attached to it. “Oh darn I don’t have enough for a full deck. Whatever shall I do?”

“You’re bluffing.” One man said to me with his four friends.

I clicked my tongue, throwing my hair around in my face with a flirting look. “Oh what. None of you are brave enough to fight me for my cards to prove I’m wrong.” I had two strands twisted into a braid at the front with the rest of my hair covered by a dark brown bandanna tied up into my hair to conceal my very obvious appearance of being a Targaryen.

“You haven’t lost the last two games we’ve played.” Another guy said knowing they’d soon be out of money. These four men never thought that a simple tavern bartender lady would be this good at poker. But I had been taught by the best youngest Lannister.

The man sitting in the middle scooped up his coins heading towards the exit. “I’m tired of this.”

“Wha - where are you going. We haven’t finished. You - you think I’m gonna behead you or something if you lose or win.” I slur some of my words picking up my cup of wine, downing half of it in one sweep. “I want a full table. I want everyone at this table!”

“Where is Clarrise Arther?” I recognized the male voice that came through the loud crowd of people inside the tavern.

The owner pointed in my direction. “She’s right there, Ser Jaime.”

“Excuse me jents, but it is the end of her shift so this game must end tonight I’m afraid.” Jaime pushed through the crowd with his golden armor of the Kingsguard brightening in the burning candle lights inside the tavern.

Throwing back the remainder of my drink I licked my lips feeling a little tipsy when he tried to tug me by my arm to leave the table. “You’re scaring away my opponents.”

“With your track record you would have beat them in the next three cards.” He responded by looping my arm through his seeing I wasn’t good with my balance.

I corrected him with a cocky smile. “I already had a full house in one move.”

We made our way through the tavern and upstairs to the private rooms me and the other owner had since it was where we lived. Jaime’s younger brother had made a deal for my safety in exchange for a large sum of Lannister gold at the end of every month to pay the rent. Stepping inside my small room I closed the door and locked it once Jaime had entered inside leaving the noisy downstairs voices out in the hallway. “So what is the news of John Arryn’s death?”

“There will be a ceremony at the capitol tomorrow morning. But I already told you that you had nothing to worry about from him.” He answered my question.

I throw my hands up and away from my sides whispering nervously under my breath. “We need to be afraid. John Arryn was friends with Lord Owen Merryweather.”

“I still don’t see what the problem is.”

Putting a hand to my forehead I sighed heavily. “Owen Merryweather was my fathers hand when your father stepped down. He saw you helping me escape with Tyrion once you killed my father and sat down on the Iron Throne. What if he ended up telling someone?”

“But who would he tell?”

Meeting his deep green eyes I muttered the king's name. “Robert Baratheon.”

“If he told the king both of our heads would be secured on the city gates by now.” Jaime slowly walked forward running his hands up and down my arms trying to calm my nerves. “Whatever John Arryn knew and didn’t know died with him. And Robert will choose a new Hand of the King someone to do his bidding while he’s off fucking boars and hunting whores, or is it the other way around?”

I giggled looking up into his eyes with a smile gracing my lips. “Jaime.”

“There’s my princess’s smile.” He chuckled, nuzzling his nose against my own. I raised my hand hitting him lightly across the cheek where he sent me a smirk turning his face back towards me.

“You know I hate you calling me by my title, Lannister.”

Jaime didn’t drop his smirk touching my nose with his a second time. “My princess.”

“What did I just tell you!” I made my hands into fists punching his chest thankful that he had removed his armor so I didn’t injure myself. Which left him in his light gold tunic and trousers with black boots.

Jaime allowed me to punch him lightly for a few seconds before he snagged my left wrist twirling me around where my back was to his front. “Vaella, I swear to you I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

“Mmm - you can't guarantee that.” I held back a moan when he kissed my neck lightly.

He nuzzles my hair vowing to me. “Yes I can. I did so after I had to murder your father and I will continue to do so.”

“But what if someone figures us out?”

He spun me around resting his right hand to my cheek. “No one will find out and if they do I'll be there to protect you. One day it'll be just you and me with no one coming to kill us.”

“Thank you, Jaime.” Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face underneath his chin and he buried his face in the crook of my neck doing the best he could to keep me safe.

[heesbabygurl]

It Was Just A bet.

Synopsis: Discovering the truth that your one-year relationship with Jay was nothing but a bet, you take matters into your own hands and decide to seek revenge.

Genre: angst.

Pairing: Jay x Fem!reader

Warnings: one curse word, Jay(accidentally) fell in love, Revenge, heartbreak, lovers to exes, betting on someone's feelings.

A/N: hope you enjoy It, and again It isn't what I intended to be but I think its still 'aight so yah! Love y'all❤💘

"Oh, come on! It's gonna be fun," Jay huffed out a sigh of annoyance, "If I say yes will you leave me alone?" The Australian boy nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, then I'll do It." Jake was over the moon, as he started doing some silly dance, "I don't know why are you so persistent about it anyway, like what do we get from It?"

"An year of good laugh." He answered simply, Jay muttering a quiet 'weirdo' as he left the room.

Jay did really ask you out after being your 'friend' for a few months, he thought it would be as easy as it seemed, but oh boy, he was wrong.

There was nothing to dislike about you, he liked everything about you, starting from your great personality to your pretty face, and soothing voice, he just couldn't stop himself from liking you, and their bet simply couldn't work.

He fell for you, he just felt relaxed and comfortable around you. He sometimes thought about what would you do If you found out about the bet, but he decided to leave it for the future and enjoy the time he still had with you.

However, Jay a typical 'I only care about my reputation, even if it hurts me and people around me' guy, he still followed through with the bet.

You were happily skipping towards the boy's locker room as Jay asked you to meet him there, you were almost at the door when you heard a conversation coming from the inside.

"So? When are you gonna tell her?"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything but, hearing your boyfriend's voice made you interested about the conversation going on inside, so listening a little wouldn't hurt, right?

"I don't know probably tonight?" You heard Jay huff out, "I still don't know If I'm gonna tell her at all, I don't wanna her hurt her."

"I know, but you gotta tell her, It's been a year already." You heard Jake mumble, "You gotta tell her your relationship with her was just a bet."

"Whose Idea was It huh?" Jay snapped.

Right at that second your heart stopped. A bet? Your relationship? You were gonna burst in to confront him, but then you got an amazing idea.

You: sorry couldn't come to the locker room, I had to leave to go home, something came up.

Jay❤: okay, baby, is everything fine?

You: yeah, It's brilliant actually. I have a surprise for you!!

Jay: Baby, what did I tell you about spending money on me??

You: It's nothing big, can you just come to the location I'll send you right now at 8 p.m.

Jay: yes, I can. See you at 8 p.m. then?

You: yeah, love you!

Jay: love you more❤

"Is everything ready?" You called out to your best friends, as you were doing last-minute preparations for your plan.

"Yes! Everything is great!" Your best friend Aeri called out as she sat down at the table right across from you with your other two friends Shuhua and Minnie.

"You sure?" You asked again, "Yes! Yes! And Yes! Don't worry we're gonna kick his sorry butt!" Shuhua said enthusiastically.

Your phone pinged , and you glanced at it to find a message from Jay that read, "Baby, I'm here."

"Okay, he's here get ready, I can't wait to see his face." You smirked as you took your seat at the table.

Right at that moment Jay walked in, dressed in a black suit. Hmm, not bad. You thought.

"Hey, baby." He immediately spotted you and walked over, "you look really pretty." He said as he leaned in to kiss you and take his seat.

"You look really handsome too." He grinned, oh you couldn't wait to rip that grin off of his face.

"So, what is the surprise you told me about?" He went straight to the point.

"You'll have to wait and see." You smirked as you saw his excited face, oh you're not going to be that excited when you'll see the surprise.

After an hour of you two talking and Jay cracking some lame jokes you didn't find funny anymore, It was finally the time.

"Miss, here's the cake, you ordered." The waitress came and placed the cake on the table, jay looked at you confused.

"A cake for wha-" He abruptly stopped mid-sentence as his gaze fell upon the cake. The words inscribed on it read 'you've been dumped'.

"Happy 364-day anniversary love! Do you like the surprise?" You smiled so brightly it almost looked sickening.

"Wha-What do you mean by dumped?" He looked as confused as ever.

"What I mean by that Is that you've been fucking dumped, park jongseong." You stood up.

"B-but why?" You let out a loud laugh.

"Because It was a bet." Now he looked very, very confused.

"A bet? What do you mean by bet?" He also stood up, looking helpless.

"It was a bet me and my friends made a year ago, that If I could get you, football captain, to be my boyfriend, they would give me a 1000$. A 1000$ can you believe It? That's so much money." You smiled mockingly as you took a few steps back, "You just aren't fun anymore, and It's already been a year so It's time you girls pay me right?" You turned around, looking at your girls as they walked up with money in their hands.

"That was hilarious!" Minnie said as she came up behind you to wrap her hands around your waist.

"So shall we get going," you told them as they nodded, you picked up your bag and turned to leave but before doing so you spun around and looked at Jay slowly walking up to him, and stopping when you were right in front of him.

"It was a fun year really, don't break your heart." You quickly rose on your toes giving him a quick peck on the lips, " Hope you enjoyed It as much as I did." And with that you finally left, leaving Jay standing there, puzzled, he couldn't speak, call out your name or anything. He was just glued to his spot as he watched you leave.

As he watched his first love leave.

Karma?

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

9. Bowling

The day had come for your little group date. Somi had promised you she'd go to the arcade with you after bowling if nobody wanted to go but that was highly unlikely since the aespa girls love playing games themselves. Truth be told you were pretty nervous to see everyone again but most importantly minjeong. You haven't spoken since the break up 2 years ago, sure she tried to reach out but you couldn't find any words back then. Once you walked inside the bowling area you quickly spotted the girls and joined them. "are you ready to get your ass kicked today?" aeri asked and you chuckled.

"it isn't a hard thing to do, I suck at this. My goal today is to at least hit one pin each time."

"we ca-"

"don't suggest the bumpers." minjeong quickly cut off jimin. Her gaze falls on you for a second before she looks at jimin again, "I made that mistake years ago and didn't hear the end of it."

"alright no bumpers." jimin clapped her hands, "let's start" everyone entered their nicknames and started the game. Everybody seems to be good at the game, you managed to knock over some pins every single time and at one point even got a spare.

"do you guys want to go to the arcade after this?" you asked as you walked back from you turn.

"I'm down" ningning said as she sipped her drink, " I saw this cute plushie when I walked in so maybe I'll try to get enough points for it."

The game ran smoothly with you and minjeong sharing some glances each time one of you picked up a ball and at one point you sat next to each other. You almost wrapped an arm around her but you quickly caught yourself doing it and brushed it off nonchalantly. At least that's what you thought but by the looks of somi and aeri trying to hold back their laughter you knew how it must've looked from their point of view. To your luck it was the last throw before the game ended and you all returned to the arcade to play some games.

Jimin had challenged you in a 1v1 shooter game, which she won and then you got your revenge by challenging her to a 1v1 race. You had split off from one another after that as you wanted to try the basketball game as she wanted to play whack-a-mole. In the middle of your game minjeong walks up beside you and silently watches you make multiple baskets.

"I see you're still good at this." you thought back to when you were together and went to a fair together and won her a big bear by throwing a ball into the basket.

"it comes naturally." you smile before focusing back on the ring.

“Are you dating her?” She asks bluntly, "somi, are you dating her because she posted some picture and.."

"Why do you want to know?" You threw another ball into the basket.

"I just... Was wondering I guess?" She looked to the side at somi and aeri as she bites her lip. You knew her long enough to know she was thinking about what to say next, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't forget her little habits. "I never meant to hurt you."

The words caught you by Suprise and you threw the next ball a bit to hard, making it bounce on the ring and then fly back towards your face, hitting it full force. "shit!" you quickly pinched your nose as blood started to trickle down your shirt.

"Oh my god are you okay? Does it hurt? Do we need to-" minjeong starts to rattle as the other girls rush towards you once they heard the commotion.

"I'm fine." you tried to reassure everyone but by the looks on their faces it wasn't working so well, "I'll just get some tissues and ice."

"No, I'll go get it. I'll meet you outside." jimin rushed away and the rest of you walked outside the building Into the cold night air.

"I'm sorry." minjeong suddenly said.

"why? Did you throw the ball to her face?" aeri joked.

"She's right you don't have to be sorry" you held eye contact with minjeong, "I just got distracted, that's on me."

"but if i-"

"stop blaming yourself." you cut her off sternly. The air turned a little awkward after that and it felt like an eternity before jimin came back with everything. You thanked her as you placed the ice on your face and they started talking about what to do next.

" should we go to the hospital? It's still bleeding" ningning asked as she noticed the now red tissue.

"no it'll stop. It's not broken or anything so no need for the hospital."

"will you at least let me stay with you?" somi asked and minjeongs reaction didn't go unnoticed. She frowned and send a glare towards somi before looking down to her shoes. " i'm already bringing you home."

"or you could stay with us?" minjeong offered, "there's 4 of us to look out for you if you need anything."

"but none of you can drive." you looked at somi and nodded, "you can stay but don't hover to see if I'm alright, okay?"

"Deal" she smiled and with that you bid your goodbyes to the aespa girls before leaving to your place.

"soooo... What was that with minjeong earlier ? Her saying sorry and you being distracted?" She asked as you got into the car.

"nothing."you sighed as she started to drive away," she just said she didn't mean to hurt me and it caught me off guard. I didn't expect her to bring that up in public and definitely not out of the blue."

Somi hummed as she kept her gaze on the road. You didn't really talk about anything after that and stared outside thinking about today. If you hadn't been so caught up in that stupid game would you've been able to see that she was going to bring it up? Thinking back to it she did look fidgety right before saying it. If that stupid ball didn't hit you in the face, would you have talked about the break up? Your head was coming up with more questions than you could answer and it was clear to you that whatever was going to happen next with minjeong, you'd have to talk about everything and sort some stuff out.

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[the-ellia-west]

Raavas 1/3 - Feathered Sword

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"With all due respect, you aren't getting any younger, sir."

"Ha!" Evellias touched a grey streak in his beard at the thought. "I suppose you're right. But I'm not dead yet!"

"If you're reckless, you could be by the end of the year."

"I'm reckless?"

"Not at the moment, but you could be if you start thinking you're invincible."

"I won't. Besides, I know my way around a sword Aery. Don't worry so much."

"It is my job to worry, sir." The guard put his hands behind his back. "You're the only protector we've got. This kingdom can't afford to lose you."

"Can't afford to lose my sword, you mean." Evellias raised an eyebrow, "You know just as well as I that the only reason they haven't taken it from me is because I'm the only one who can use it."

Aery started to speak, stopped, and continued. "You have protection nonetheless, sir."

"Well then, I may just have to use you for some other purpose, hm? How do you feel about errands, Aery?"

"No."

Evellias laughed, but a faint cry stopped both men in their tracks.

"Did you hear that, sir?"

"I did." The soldier reached for his sword. "What was that?"

"It sounded almost like a child." Aery knelt by the reeds. "It came from here."

"Almost bird-like." Evellias nodded. But just as he started to help, a strange feeling tugged in his chest. Almost like fuzzy strings wrapped around his heart, pulling him toward the water of the creek. The swordsman followed the pull but stopped as a faint glow caught his eye, pulsing faintly beneath the murky water. The warrior squinted at the cool light and slowly edged toward it. But as water soaked through the toe of his boot, the sigil carved into the center of the cross guards on his own sword burst into a light of its own.

A Protector's sword. But it couldn't be lit on its own.

The swordsman glanced around, steeled his resolve, and plunged into the water. He dropped under, reaching for the light. The tip of his finger brushed a hard object, and he fumbled with the metal for a moment before getting a grip on the hilt. Evellias pulled at the sword. It wouldn't budge.

The warrior pulled harder, bracing himself against a rock. And as he pushed himself to the last of his strength, the sword finally sprung free of the mud. Evellias flipped his hair back out of his face, brushing off the sword.

"Sir!" Aery stopped, catching sight of his boss standing in the middle of a creek. "What- Uh, never mind. Sir, you may want to come take a look at this."

"What?" The warrior hooked the sword to his belt beside his own and trotted over to Aery, the sword's light blazing brighter as he did so.

"It's a child, sir. A Harpy hatchling, to be precise."

"Why is it here?" Evellias frowned as the small bundle sniffled softly before continuing its tiny chirping cries.

"I'm not sure. But the nest looked like it had been abandoned." A pause stretched between the two. "We should kill it."

Evellias frowned and glanced at the sword. "No."

"What? Sir, we have to. If we let it loose in town, it could attack someone!"

"It's a baby. It doesn't know how to."

"Then we need to get rid of it before it learns."

"Aery," Evellias drew the sword. "It's a protector."

"What?" Aery stopped, staring at the glowing steel and back at the child. The guard pushed a lock of hair out of its face. "I... I suppose... Harpies are sentient..."

"Yes! It can learn!"

Another long pause stretched the air thin before Aery spoke again. "He. He can learn." The guard's eyes softened. "What will you do, sir?"

"I'll take him with us. I'll raise him, train him. This sword is meant for him. We'll make him a guard, the protector he's meant to be."

***

"What is rule number one?"

"Only eat what I'm supposed to."

"Rule number two?"

"Keep the sword safe, and make sure I always know where it is."

"Number three?"

"If something goes wrong, hide and wait for you."

Evellias ruffled the young Harpy's hair. "Good job!"

Raavas wrapped his wings around himself as a soft cooing chirp escaped his lips at the praise. "Thanks, Papa!"

"You're very welcome." The swordsman scooped the little boy into his arms.

"Can we go outside? Please?"

"Alright. Do you have your sword?"

The Harpy nodded, touching the little toy sword in its sheath resting beneath his wing. "Yes, Papa!"

"Okay, then we can go."

"Yay!" The little boy's fluffy white wings fluttered excitedly as Evellias took him to the front of the building.

Minutes passed of the little boy playing about in the grass before a familiar shape passed by the gate. Raavas gasped and leaped to his feet.

The man dismounted his horse and knelt. The little Harpy flung his arms around him. "Raavas! How are you doing?"

"Good!"

"Aery. Welcome back. Have you found anything?"

"Unfortunately, not. But we need to talk. Things have gotten complicated."

"What's the news?"

Aery glanced at the young Harpy. "It's a message from the king. Anyway, have you been behaving?"

"Yes! Did you bring presents?" The little boy grinned.

"Ha! Sorry to say, little one, not this time."

Raavas' smile faded a little. "Okay."

"I need to talk to Aery, okay? Can I leave you here for a little bit, Raav? Is that okay?"

"Papa?" Raavas squirmed, and Aery put him down.

"Yes?"

"Can I go get a snack?"

"Not right now, maybe soon, okay?"

"Okay."

The two adults retreated inside the building to converse, and Evellias called for a servant to watch the little Harpy.

They spoke and shared information on the new situations and the adaptations they'd have to make for a while. But just after they'd finished speaking, a servant burst into the room.

"Sir! Master Evellias! The young master has gone missing! We looked for him in the garden and all about the house, but he's gone. We can't find him!"

"What?" Evellias leaped to his feet. "Shit. Aery, find some sort of clues. You, follow him."

After a short moment to process, all three figures raced off to their respective orders. Evellias tossed the corner of his carpet away from the bed and pried up the loose floorboard, drawing out the magnificent silver sword.

It's light cast dimly upon the floor, he rushed back to the ground floor and nearly ran into Aery. "What did you find?"

"He's inside. We found trails of dirt in the hallways, and one of the servants heard him say something about food before he dissapeared."

"He did mention wanting something before we went to talk. We should go to the kitchen. See if he's somewhere in there."

"Agreed." Aery nodded, and the two warriors followed the hallways to the kitchen, but after searching it, found nothing.

Evellias drew the sword and held it out. The light glowed at the light levels of a candle. He backed toward the door, but as he did so, the light faded. "He's here."

"But that's impossible, sir. We checked everywhere."

"Apparently not." Evellias trailed around the room and stopped in front of a wall. "Here is brightest."

"But- wait. Unless..." Aery passed Evellias and pulled open the cellar door.

"No, that's not possible, how..." Evellias looked down at the sword. He stepped hesitantly onto the steps, the light growing stronger. But as the two swordsmen followed the stairs, a faint noise stopped them in their tracks.

A soft sniffling cry somewhere between a sob and a bird trill. Aery glanced at Evellias, and the swordsman dropped the weapon, rushing down the stairs. "Raavas? Raavas, is that you? Answer me. Are you okay?"

Instead of an answer, the sobbing continued. "Aery, grab a torch. Now."

"Yessir!"

Evellias stepped cautiously into the darkness, little hiccups interrupted the sobs as a small voice gasped from the darkness. "Papa... I... I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't mean..."

"Raavas!" Evellias sighed in relief, but froze as the words finally sunk in and the child returned to sobbing just as Aery brought the torch.

But both of the swordsmen froze in their tracks as the light fell over the child. Blood. Panic surged through Evellias, but he stopped as he caught sight of the small shapes beside him. Crimson soaked the Harpy's hands and face and he flinched. "Papa... I'm sorry..."

"Raavas. What's there to be sorry about?" Evellias hid his fear as he sat beside the little boy and cradled him in his arms as Aery knelt to examine the shapes and the blood.

"I... I... I broke... I broke the rules! Don't... don't be mad... Papa. P-please."

"What do you mean?"

"Rats." Aery looked up. "Desecrated..."

"I was hungry, Papa." Raavas hugged Evellias. "I... they're quiet. I didn't want to hurt them... I..." He broke down sobbing again, and Evellias hugged him close again.

"It's okay, Raavas. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay. It'll be the same as it always is." But as he and Aery locked eyes, they both knew that would be a lie.

Nothing would ever be the same.

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Regarding Hyle Hunt

There's been a little discourse regarding the role one Ser Hyle Hunt will play in Lady Brienne of Tarth's storyline going forward. Some people seem to think that he is her perfect match because they hate the idea that Brienne deserves to have a romance with the man she wants--aka one Ser Jaime Lannister--because that messes with the narrative they want to push, whatever that narrative may be.

Some people think that Ser Hyle Hunt is a more interesting and more remarkable man than he truly is, when nothing he's said or done to this point has shown him to be anything of the sort. Personally, I'm not impressed with a man who set up a bet with his buddies over a young noblewoman's virginity--which was essentially the kiss of death to said young woman, who didn't have much going for her on the marriage mart in the first place. (Don't give me the "men will be men" explanation. That makes you no better than Randyll Tarly.) And his proposal of marriage boils down to: "Hey, baby, you've got an island and a lot of money, I've got a functional dick that's already proven to be fertile. I can close my eyes and blow out the candle. Let's do it." How romantic.

There has been absolutely no indication that Brienne will ever love this man, or even care the slightest for him. Threatening to turn someone into a eunuch isn't playful banter, especially not when said man once bet on her virginity and the last time she confronted someone(s) in that bet, she beat the living shit out of them. She hasn't forgotten, and she really hasn't forgiven. And when it comes to Hyle, she never really will, because in her eyes, what he did was the worst of all of them. He came the closest to winning by doing the one thing none of the others did--he made her feel included, like she might be earning a little bit of respect in that camp. Then she found out it was all a lie.

"But she hated Jaime at first!" Yeah, but that was before Jaime: told a lie about Tarth's wealth to save her from rape; shouted "sapphires" and risked a beating to save her from rape again; risked his own life to save hers by jumping unarmed into a bear pit (with only one hand to boot), and revealed the truth about why he killed Aerys, thus revealing that rather than it being a callous act, he'd saved an entire city of innocents--a noble act. THEN he put his trust in her to find Sansa, gifting her with a horse, armor, and a priceless sword. He gave her the respect Hyle only pretended to give her, expecting nothing in return.

What has Hyle done on their road trip? When Brienne kills the three former Bloody Mummers, I'm curious: how long was Hyle there? At least long enough to see her and Pod burying Nimble Dick, but the way he's described sitting there casually makes me think he'd been there longer. Watching. Sitting back doing nothing while she might've been killed. And we don't know what his true motives are in following her. If she finds Sansa, is he going to help her get Sansa to safety--or is he going to betray her and try to turn Sansa in to the Crown for the reward?

If you want any further proof that she doesn't care about Hyle, think about who she tried to bargain for when Lady Stoneheart was about to hang them all. Not herself, and certainly not Hyle. Podrick, the boy. And when they were hanging, as she was dying. the only person she had eyes for was Pod.

And who did she presumably agree to kill Jaime for? Podrick.

Yeah. She's really going to come around on Hyle.

[rosiehrs]

YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME # 12. date night (half written)

word count ; 2.7k

a/n ; i literally havent studied so i will js give u guys this bcs its so awk and made me want to KMS. IRENE DO BETTER.

the volleyball player rushed into the restaurant, stating aeri’s name and being led inside. the kind man gestured towards a table - where a woman was sitting. you kindly thanked him and walked towards the table. the woman had her head down, eyes on her phone as she typed away. as you came closer, her features became clearer to you–immediately finding her familiar. two steps closer you finally realised who she was. 

“oh my god.” the cause of your delusions for months, the supposed ‘love of your life’, irene was right in front of you.

quickly pulling your phone out to share how you were likely going to kill your older friend later, you put it away just as quickly as you turned it off. right then, the woman in front of you took her eyes off of her phone and looked up at you, a stoic expression on her face. 

you never wanted to hide more than in this moment. the feeling of pure embarrassment and terror had taken over your body and you felt your limbs start to shake. she raised her eyebrows at you, almost as if she was saying, ‘what are you waiting for?’

“i’m sorry, i–uh, think i’m at the wrong table..” you spoke, beginning to walk away until she spoke up. “no, y/n, you’ve got it right. please sit down.” 

you felt your knees start to give up on you as you heard your name roll off of her tongue. if you were being honest, you could count how many times you’ve heard irene’s voice on one hand. she never posted videos of herself talking online, but her friends would post some content from occasional hangouts where they posted videos where you could hear her speak in the background. you turned around, hesitantly sitting down across her. 

she turned her phone off and placed it on the table, facing down. you quickly followed suit, gulping due to the nerves you felt.

you sat down in silence, not having the nerve to move or say anything. irene simply stared at you, waiting for your extroverted ways to shine through–but you didn’t say anything. 

irene’s irritation was increasing and her patience was running out. you were half an hour late for a date she didn’t even want to go on. and to add onto that–you weren’t even making an effort to speak to her.

“..are you okay?” irene asked after a few more minutes of silence.

“uh.. yeah. i am so fucking sorry, i promise i tried to get here on time, but my coach went on and on after we won and it wasn't even a close run but he was still on ours asses but i swear i got here as soon as i could. and i'm so fucking sorry for making you wait this long. i know you wanted to leave, i would too. and i'm so sorry.”

hearing your apology, irene dropped her stern face. the negative feelings she already had towards you had begun to disperse and was replaced with sympathy. in the back of her head, of course she was still frustrated–however she felt it was only right for her to comfort you instead of making you feel worse when you’re clearly already beating yourself up for it.

softly, she replies, “it’s fine. things happen, congrats on your win by the way.”

letting out a small laugh, you sent her a sheepish smile. “thank you so much, but i really hope you know how sorry i feel.”

“i do, don’t worry.”

“'yeah.. i'm y/n by the way. but you already know that.. how do you already know that?”

“ah.. my friend slipped it out by accident.” she lies. 

“i see.. i didn't quite catch your name though, i'm sorry.”

you missed the way a small smirk formed on the older girl’s face, clearly amused by your question - however she appreciated how you pretended not to know who she was.

reaching her hand out to shake your hand, “i'm irene, nice to meet you.”

the waiter then passed by, asking if you were ready to order. irene nodded, gesturing for you to order first. you read the first thing you laid your eyes on, not wanting to make her wait. she showed you a small smile, “take your time.” you nodded at her and finalised your order, straightening your back. she then read out her order, the man asking about your drinks right after. 

“i’ll just have some tonic water, please.” you replied, staring down at the menu. “and you, ma’am?” he asked. “just a glass of white, please. i’m not picky.” he nodded at the both of you and dashed towards the kitchen.

“you don’t drink?” irene asked, causing you to look up at her. “oh, i do–i just don’t want any liquid courage in case i end up doing or saying anything stupid.” you explained, making her smile softly. “i see..”

awkwardness lingered in the air, and she noticed how tense you were. the way you fiddled with your fingers, the way you couldn’t meet her eyes. “are you okay?”

“..yeah.”

your food came and you had to suffer through painful small talk. you tried to make flirty and funny comments every now and then, but she never seemed too amused–the expression on her face never changing.

you excused yourself halfway through your dinner, rushing to the washroom. you shut the door and stared at yourself in the mirror. “what the fuck.” you whispered to yourself. 

you did not know how to talk to her. the hundreds of people you speak to on a daily basis did not and could not have prepared you for this very moment. you just melted under her gaze, and you could feel that she did not like you very much. she smiled and laughed with you quite a bit in the beginning and you were now realising that she was just being polite. but as she spent more time with you, the politeness had run out and she did not show you any signs of interest. repetitive nods and hums, replying with short and quick sentences. 

you took your phone out, needing to express your situation to your friends.

you took one last look in the mirror and took a deep breath. “you can do this, and you can forget that this ever happened! just for your sanity!” you spoke to yourself, fixing how you looked and stepping back outside.

you saw irene typing away on her phone and you immediately felt the nerves come back. she was definitely texting her friends about how badly this was going. you hadn’t even finished your meal yet, but you seriously wanted to go home and cry. she saw you returning, quickly turning her phone off and placing it on the table. “you alright?” she asked, eyes searching yours.

“yes, yes! don’t worry.” you replied as you sat down. you took a sip of your drink and saw that she was staring at you. you met her eyes and felt your heart start to race. you quickly broke eye contact and continued to eat your food.

after a few seconds of silence, you remembered what aeri said about irene being older than you. “oh, if it’s not rude of me.. may i ask you something?”

“sure, y/n.” 

“how.. old are you? i’m turning 21 soon.”

“oh..” irene knew this question would come up at least once tonight. and it wasn’t that she was insecure about her age–she was just worried about how you’d react. because although your ‘date’ had only started and she insisted that she did not like you, something in her did not want to drive you away. but of course, she wouldn’t admit that. 

you immediately stepped in before she could answer. “you don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable, of course! it’s just that my friend said that you’d be older than me by quite a bit and i really don’t believe her.”

she blushed at your sleek compliment, nodding. “no, it’s alright. i am older than you by quite a bit actually..”

you looked at her expectantly, truly expecting her to say a number between 23 and 27.

“i’m 32.”

your eyes had widened so much that irene thought your eyes were going to pop out. “really?” you asked, making her nod shyly. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to seem rude. it’s just that you look so young. but obviously i’m not saying you’re old, i’m just saying that you look like you’d be in the year above me.”

irene laughed at your rambling, showing you that she understood what you were trying to say. “thank you, y/n. hopefully this doesn’t change how you see me.”

“not at all!” you assured, waving your hands. ‘i like older women anyway.’ you wanted to say, but you knew she wouldn’t catch the tone in your voice that indicated that you were joking. and maybe then she’d really think you were calling her old.

you hoped that with time, the air would grow less awkward and maybe, just maybe–she’d show a little bit of interest. but much to your dismay, irene’s brief hums and fake laughs continued to shoot at you.

you needed to go home, you needed to call gaeul and cry to her about how embarrassing this whole thing was even though you knew the girl would only make fun of you. once you finished your meals, you were left with your drinks–irene was on her second glass of wine, and you had ordered another club soda.

“...”

irene looked up at you and felt the slightest bit bad. she was making this whole thing awkward because she wasn’t interested in you and she clearly saw how down you seemed. “so y/n, what do you like doing in your free time?”

“oh, uh.. i like painting. i’m not very good at it, but i think it’s pretty fun. i guess you could call my work abstract painting.” you joked awkwardly, receiving a small laugh. “i see..”

“what about you? what do you.. what do you do?”

“y/n, i know you know who i am.”

you tensed up hearing her words, worrying about whether or not she knew about your dms and your replies to her tweets. “ah.. yeah, i guess i’m a fan of yours. i wanted to make it seem like a normal first date instead of a fan meeting, i apologise.”

“no, don’t apologise. i appreciate it, really.”

“...but what do you really do in your free time? you know, when you’re not working.”

“ah,” she paused, staring down at her plate. should she open up to you? it’s a brief thing, you’re only asking about her hobbies yet she felt extremely conflicted as to whether or not telling you was a good idea.

“i.. i like going on walks.”

that’s a lie. joohyun hates going on walks.

“oh, i see. that’s pretty relaxing.”

she hummed, swirling her wine. that was it, when she finished her drink–you were going to go home.

“you want anything more?” irene asked. placing her empty glass down. you shook your head politely causing her to sign for the bill. as the waiter came with the check, you immediately took your card out, waiting to hand it over.

irene stared at you as if you had done something stupid. “what are you doing?”

“what do you mean?”

she looked down at your hand and gestured to it. “that, what do you think you’re doing?” you squinted your eyes at her, clearly confused as to what she was talking about. she then took her card out of her wallet, immediately placing it on top of the bill holder. 

“woah, hey. don’t be absurd, i made you wait–it’s only right that i pay.”

“that doesn’t matter, i should pay.”

“no, you shouldn’t? don’t be silly.” you placed her card in front of her and placed yours down. “hey, i’m paying, y/n.” you scowled at her in a playful manner, shaking your head. “unnie, please. just let me. think of it as my way of apologising.”

“no, and as you just said–i’m older than you. so you should listen to me and let me pay.”

“using your age against me will not make me let you pay.”

“uh.. would you like me to come back?” the waiter asked, feeling incredibly awkward. irene shook her head, shoving her card into his hands. “no, please. put it on this card.”

you handed him yours too, insisting to use yours instead. “i’ll.. i’ll just–i’ll be right back.” he said, the bill and your cards in his hands.

“unnie, you’re incredibly stubborn.”

“not more than you.”

then awkward filled the air once again. the waiter came back, handing you your cards back with a receipt. “have a good night, ladies.” and took his leave. 

“whose did he take it off of?” you asked as she looked down at it. she smiled in victory, putting her things away. “are you serious?” you asked, feeling extremely guilty.

“y/n, please. don’t worry about it. it’s a date, that was my treat.” she assured, looking up at you with a smile. you hesitantly nodded your head at her and placed your things in your purse. “thank you, unnie.” 

she paused, looking back up at you. “you’re welcome, y/n.”

the both of you started making your way out of the restaurant, taking a small stroll down the street. once again, neither of you said anything. you wished you could say it was a comfortable silence, but in the moment you wished someone had pushed you into the road.

“i, uh–it’s getting late. we should probably start getting home.” you suggested, slowing down. she hummed, stopping when you did. “how’d you get here?” she asked.

“i took an uber here.”  you replied.

“should i drive you home?” she asked, causing your eyes to widen. “oh, nonono. it’s alright, don’t worry. i don’t want to trouble you.”

“seriously, it’s fine. i’d rather get you home safely.” she insisted with a neutral face. you really just wanted to get into an uber and cry, not have the person you’ve been admiring drive you home (as much as you really did want her to).

“unnie, it’s fine, seriously. i’ll just call one now.” you replied. “thank you though.”

“alright.” she said. you expected her to say goodnight and walk off, but instead she stayed. “i’ll wait for your ride to get here.” 

“oh, unnie, it’s fine. i don’t want to take any more of your time.” you replied, embarrassment clear in your voice. “it’s alright, y/n.” she simply said, sitting down on the nearest bench. you hesitantly followed suit and sat down next to her. you pulled your phone up, eager to get a ride home.

the both of you sat there in silence, waiting. 

unexpectedly enough, she was the one to break it. “i’m sorry for being awkward tonight, y/n. i’m not really good with people.” an apology? you didn’t expect her to apologise. she shouldn’t have to apologise.

“don’t worry about it, unnie. i’m sorry for being awkward, too. i’m usually less.. tense.” she mumbled, saying something along the lines of it was okay.

your ride came shortly after, the both of you standing up as it stopped in front of you. “i, uh– thank you for tonight, irene unnie.”

“thank you, too, y/n. i had a nice time.”

‘she’s lying through her teeth’, you thought.

“me too,” you replied politely. “uh, well. goodnight, get home safely.”

“you, too. goodnight.”

you then got into the car, making sure it was yours. you kept your head down as your uber drove away, and when you were finally out of sight–you burst out crying. you’d never felt so defeated and embarrassed in your life, not even when you lost against hanyang during one of your most anticipated games of the year. 

when you got home, you rushed to your room and just cried more. the feeling in your chest hadn’t left and wasn’t dissipating in the slightest. your friends blew up your phone, but you continued to dwell on the events that occurred earlier tonight.

another ding echoed around your room, causing you to quickly glance at it. expecting aeri or gaeul, you were extremely shocked to see who had sent you a text.

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SUMMARY ⤻ irene was a private influencer and y/n was an avid follower. you were extremely open about your admiration for the older girl. like every other fangirl, you want her to notice you – but she doesn't know your name. (and you don't know hers)

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[jiihu]

너랑 나 (2) — 𝐲𝐮 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

﹅ summary — after months of no contact from the blonde doctor, you wanted to hate her. nevertheless, a late night visit brought some old emotions bubbling back up to the surface.

﹅ content — age difference (reader is 18, jimin is 27), power imbalance, doctor!jimin, suggestive

﹅ word count — 2.2k

"y/n, i can not do that!" aeri snorted, shoving your shoulder.

"why not," you pouted. "just gently close the door on my finger; just enough to sprain it." she sighed, rubbing her temples.

"you know you can just go talk to her, right? you don't have to hospitalize yourself for her attention."

"it's not that simple ri, and you know that." she shrugged, her eyes analyzing your own dejected ones.

"if you're not gonna talk to her, there's not much more advice i can give you." as she opened her mouth to speak again, you heard a ping from her phone. "fuck, i'm sorry. my mom wants me back at home for god knows what." she leaned over, pressing her lips to your forehead. "talk to her!" aeri shouted as she left your room.

you sat in silence once you heard the front door slamming shut, your fingers tracing the threads of your blanket. is it worth it to try to talk to her?

your mind wandered back to the last few months, which you mostly spent thinking about jimin. memories flooded your thoughts, painting a vivid picture of the moments, albeit short, you had shared with her. the stolen glances when she came to visit your parents, the meaningless small talk that lingered in your mind long after they ended, and the undeniable connection you felt whenever you were together.

you recalled the night you spent talking for hours, exploring the depths of each other's thoughts and dreams. the way her laughter filled the room, filling your chest with butterflies. the way she listened, truly listened, to every word you spoke, making you feel seen and understood. those moments were irreplaceable, and they held the promise of something more. at least, that's what you wanted to believe.

doubt crept in, questioning whether those moments meant as much to her as they did to you. what if she didn't feel the same way? what if she only viewed you as an immature child? the fear of rejection pricked at the back of your mind, making you hesitate.

letting out a sigh, you shook your head, closing the curtains to block out the sun. you climbed into your bed and tucked yourself underneath your covers. if jimin wanted to see you, she would've come by, or at the very least called.

as you lay there, the sound of aeri's words echoed in your ears. "talk to her," she had urged, her voice filled with certainty. aeri knew you better than anyone, and you always valued her opinion. but the thought that she may not feel the same way held you back, its grip tightening with each passing moment.

a soft buzz from your phone caught your attention, the light illuminating the dark room. with a hesitant hand, you reached for it, unlocking the screen to find a text from an unfamiliar number.

'Hey, it's Dr. Yu.'

'Can we talk, please?'

you found yourself frozen, staring at your phone, your thumbs hovering over your screen. despite wanting jimin to text you first, you couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards her. not only did she ghost you for months, but she walked out on you with no explanation, other than essentially saying you were ‘too young’ for her. so why does she want to talk now?

'jimin?'

'how'd you get my number?'

you picked at the skin on your fingers, debating how you wanted to respond to her messages. you didn't want to sound too eager, but you also didn't want her to think you had no interest anymore.

'Your father gave it to me.'

'I told him you wanted to speak to me about neuroscience.'

you wanted to respond. you really did. but you didn't know what to say, and especially how to say it. despite trying to play it off, jimin made you nervous, and months without talking to her only made it worse. while you were lost in thought, your phone buzzed in your hand again.

'Y/N, please talk to me.'

'I'm sorry about what I said last time. I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say.'

'Just one more chance. Then you never have to see me again.'

as much as you wanted to hate her for disappearing the way she did, something inside of you wanted to give her a second chance. you wanted to see where this could go, and if there was a possibility that she could feel the same way you did.

'alright'

'come over tonight'

you were pacing around your room in your pajamas, squeezing a stress ball in between your fingers. you were thinking about dressing up for her, but you didn't want your parents to get suspicious. your mom already raised an eyebrow at you when she saw you taking a shower twice today, but fortunately, she didn't comment on it.

you felt your stomach sink as you came to a sudden realization. not only would your parents hear jimin coming from a mile away, but they would also immediately know who it was. you could already hear your dad interrogating you as to why dr. yu was coming over in the late hours of the night.

you walked over to your phone to text her, and you were interrupted by the sound of a car door closing. you leaned over and peeked through the blinds, only to see jimin stepping out of a discreet black car, parked right outside of the driveway. once her eyes met yours, she flashed you a smile and pointed toward her car.

you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you hurriedly grabbed your jacket and opened the door. adrenaline rushed through your veins as you silently tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to avoid drawing any attention from your parents. opening the front door, you stepped outside and made your way to jimin's car, heart pounding in your chest.

as you got into the car, jimin reached over to give your hand a reassuring squeeze before starting the engine. "you okay? you look nervous," she spoke as if nothing had happened. as if no time had passed.

"you wanted to talk." you felt a pang in your chest when you saw the hurt look on her face.

"y/n, i apologize for the way i treated you last time we met. i shouldn't have walked away that night, and i definitely shouldn't have disappeared for so long. forgive me?" you looked over to jimin, watching as a growing smile spread across her face. you couldn't hate her.

"i guess. but if you do it again, i promise you'll never get another chance." jimin laughed, reaching over to rub your knuckles with her thumb.

"trust me, i won't need a second chance." you felt butterflies when you heard her words, turning to stare out of the window, hoping that she doesn't see how flustered you are. "also, how'd your parents let you leave out so late? your dad seems pretty protective of you."

"jimin, i'm eighteen. i don't need their permission to leave." jimin snorted, shaking her head.

"your dad barely wanted to give me your number this morning." she looked over to you, smiling at your exasperated expression. "you're right, you're an adult. i'm sorry."

you chuckled softly, appreciating jimin's lightheartedness. the tension that had built up within you began to dissipate as the ride continued, conversation flowing between the two of you like no time had passed. it felt good to be in jimin's presence again, to feel the familiarity and connection that had drawn you to her in the first place.

jimin continued to guide the conversation, telling you about random events that happened in her life in the time you'd been apart. "and then the other intern, who was also scared of blood by the way, left the exam room mid-surgery." she scoffed, seemingly still upset about the situation. "i mean, can you believe that? an upcoming doctor who's scared of blood?"

she shook her head as she parked the car, tapping her fingers along the steering wheel, seemingly deep in thought. you looked around to see you two were parked atop a hill, a dim light from behind the fence slightly illuminating the cabin of the car. "y/n, i know i messed up, and i'm truly sorry for the pain i caused you. i don't want to make empty promises, but i want to show you that i'm committed to making things right. can we start over? take things slowly and see where this goes?"

you took a moment to process jimin's words, feeling a mixture of hope and wariness. her sincerity was evident, and you couldn't deny the lingering feelings you had for her. even though you wanted to protect yourself from getting hurt again, something about jimin's words made you believe her. after a deep breath, you met her gaze.

"of course, we can start over." jimin's eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, hesitation evident from her hand hovering mid-air. "kiss me, jimin." she leaned over and pressed her lips to yours, her hand coming up to rest on the back of your head. she held onto you as if you'd disappear any second, her other hand trailing up your thigh. her fingernails gently traced shapes on your inner thigh, the hand on the back of your head moving down your neck. she pulled away, her eyes dark and her chest heaving.

"y/n. i don't want to pressure you or force you into anything. are you sure this is okay?"

"this is more than okay jimin, i promise. i've missed you so much." she held your gaze as you watched multiple expressions dance across her face; uncertainty, desire, nervousness.

"backseat."

you groaned as you woke up to your phone ringing, looking at it through squinted eyes to see the name aeri on screen.

"aeri? what's up?"

"hey, sleepyhead. did i wake you up? sorry, i just wanted to check in on you. how did things go with jimin?" you frowned, suddenly waking up at her words.

"how'd you know i saw jimin?" she laughed, and you could see her smug expression through the phone.

"you didn't text back all night. and i saw the way you looked when i suggested you talk to her."

"it went well. for now, we're just taking it slow but i truly think things are different this time."

"as long as you're happy, y/n. if she hurts you again, i swear…" you laughed as aeri trailed off, her protectiveness endearing to you. the call ended, and you smiled thinking back to the events from last night.

jimin took you home and snuck you in through the back door, kissing you goodnight and walking back around the house to get back to her car. she waited until she saw the light come on in your room, followed by your eyes peering through the blinds. you watched as she left, her car disappearing into the night. as you climbed back into your bed, your mind buzzed with thoughts of jimin. the taste of her lips lingered on yours, and the warmth of her touch still tingled on your skin. it felt like a dream, yet the reality of it made your heart flutter.

as time passed, you and jimin spent more and more time together, and you felt like she was genuinely trying to make up for her actions, even though you'd already forgiven her. although you didn't want to admit it, you'd already forgiven her the night she walked out.

"i love you so much, jimin," you mumbled into her chest as you two lounged on her couch. a movie was playing in the background, yet you were hardly paying it any attention and opted for observing jimin's features.

"i know." you scoffed and hit her chest, looking up at her only to see a playful smile that reached her eyes. "i'm joking. i love you too, y/n."

you knew that navigating this relationship would be difficult. between the differences due to the age gap, and knowing your parents would never approve of it, you couldn't help but feel slightly disheartened. what if she found you too immature and decided to break things off? or what if your parents found out and you couldn't see jimin anymore?

while you were starting to doubt your relationship, jimin leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your temple. her hand came up to rub your back, gently patting you as if she were soothing a baby to sleep. in this moment you realized, no matter what happened, you'd be fine as long as you had jimin by your side. and you knew that even if you were given the chance to start over from the beginning, you'd choose her every time.

[mvrkieboo]

Lord, just saw that ask on what if YN is bitter. And ykw? WHAT IF THEN THERES A LOT OF REGRETS LIKE COME ONNNNNN 😫 I really wanna good ending but damnnnnnnnn that scenario on YN being bitter? UGH LURVE THE ANGSTY 🥲🥲🥲❤️❤️❤️

pt. 2 of this ask right here

You've been missing your classes. For 6 days, exactly.

For the first three days, Prof. Suh nagged Xiaojun endlessly for an explanation for your absence, but at one point, all of your lecturers stopped bothering him about it. Xiaojun began to wonder if the lecturers could finally tell that he was simply not your friend anymore—until Prof. Suh suddenly held him back again today. As always, Yangyang and Aeri tagged along.

The lecturer pulled out a fruit basket, patting on it as he gave the three college students—for some reason—a sympathetic look, it even came across as apologetic too. Was the fruit basket an apology for something?

"Listen, I wanted to visit Y/N today, but some bullshit last minute meeting got scheduled—so can you guys pass this on to her for me? Tell her I'm sorry for the messages I sent too—I didn't know at the time. Thanks, guys."

The three looked among themselves, weirded out. Why would Prof. Suh buy you a fruit basket? When Aeri opened her mouth to ask for further explanation, that's when the professor's phone rang—and he took the call immediately.

When he saw that three students were still hanging around his desk stupidly, he pointed at the fruit basket then to the lecture hall's doors—telling them to get out.

Yangyang took the fruit basket and walked out the hall, wondering why the fuck would Prof. Suh bring a fruit basket for you?

There was a folded card stuck to the basket, and they were too curious to leave it alone. Flipping the note to read the contents, it was Prof. Suh's writing, but they realised that this fruit basket was on the behalf of all of the lecturers of the faculty.

May we see you again on brighter days, Y/N.

– On behalf of all the staff of NCU's Business & Management Faculty

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ever since celebrating Jaehyun signing on to SM Entertainment as a singer together, Mark's friend group and your—well, your old friend group hung out a lot at the place where they held the party, which was at Soyeon's café in Sinchon. Geonwoo's mom liked having them come over too, so they often had a fun time together at the café.

"What's with the fancy fruit basket?" Mark got to beat Haechan to it, since everybody was curious about the fruit basket Yangyang was carrying.

"Well, we're actually hoping that you would know, Mark—has Jaehyun mentioned anything about Y/N recently? Did something happen to her?" Xiaojun smiled hesitantly at Mark, and Yangyang places

Mark leaned away from the table, confused as to why Xiaojun would ask that, especially since your name would sometimes be a taboo topic to approach. Yangyang pointed at the card and Mark opened it to read it, now eyebrows all furrowed.

"May we see you again on brighter days? That sounds pretty serious." Haechan read the writing out loud from over Mark's shoulder.

"Listen, this fruit basket is gonna go bad if we don't immediately send it to her, and the staff's money would go to waste that way. How about this—you pass on Y/N's new address to me, I'll drop it off, and then this whole thing can be settled instantly." Yangyang spoke with a jaded tone, leaning back into his seat.

"I don't know her exact address, but I do know what apartment she moved into." Mark offered, and Yangyang nodded gladly.

"Oh, Mark, that would in fact be better. I could just drop it off at the front desk and tell the person to pass it on to her."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In the end, Mark offered to accompany Yangyang for the drop off, mainly because everyone could see Yangyang was ticked off that he had to do this, and if he ran into you, Mark being there was to mediate the situation.

One look at the apartment complex and they realised how much of a downgrade it is from your old place. Granted, anything else could be considered a downgrade compared to the luxury condo you used to live in, but your current apartment looked almost run down and shady.

Mark couldn't help but still feel a little bit bitter and envious that you were willing to move into this kind of place if it meant you could live with Junyoung. Did you really love him this much to endure living in a place like this? Mark was a broke college student too, but even he wouldn't settle to live in an apartment like this.

But, in your defense, it only looked run down because the apartment was old, dated, and looked like maintenance is done once a year only. It still had a lobby with a front desk at least, manned by a relatively old dude who looked well into his 60's.

"Excuse me, but could you please pass this on to one of your tenants? We don't know her exact unit, but it might be under the name Jeong Y/N or Lee Junyoung." Mark talked amicably, not wanting to piss off anyone in this apartment.

The older man behind the desk moved to take out a thick binded file on the shelves behind him. It was a long 3 minutes until the man finally got to the page he needed. He raised his eyebrows, looked at Mark and Yangyang, then looked at the page again.

"Kid, the unit you mentioned was a crime scene. The cleaners just arrived to wash away the blood and the mess. The tenant—Lee Junyoung—is already dead. A week ago, he stabbed his girlfriend before killing himself—but I heard the girl survived and is currently recuperating at Taeho Memorial Hospital. It's better if you brought this basket there instead."

Mark and Yangyang went blank and dead silent at the information, felt like the whole world froze for a moment, both of their bodies frozen still—then they took off without thanking the old man, bringing along the fruit basket with them into Yangyang's McLaren. On the way to the apartment's parking lot to reach Yangyang's car, Mark was already dialing Jaehyun's number.

Jaehyun was in the studio, nodding along to a beat he was really liking when his phone rang, flashing Mark's picture on his screen. Mark knew he'd be busy, and Mark always liked to text instead of calling anyway. Suddenly feeling dread and a weird sense of urgency take over him, he quickly excused himself out of the studio to take the call.

"Jae, did you know?" Mark sounded like he had the wind knocked out of him, and Jaehyun frowned at the sudden question.

"Know what?"

"Stop fucking around! If you knew, why wouldn't tell me about it? I mean—you know I still care for her and that I'm still not over her yet, so why the fu—"

"Mark! Bro, calm down. What are you talking about? You're speaking in riddles, man—I don't understand what you're trying to say." Jaehyun walked to the windows, looking down on the city as he heard Mark take deep breaths before speaking again.

That was when Mark realised Jaehyun didn't know. He messed with his hair as Yangyang began to drive the car a lot faster than what he was comfortable with. Did the dude even know the directions to Taeho Memorial Hospital?

"It's Y/N, Jae. Junyoung's dead, he killed himself—but before that, he attacked Y/N and—and she got stabbed. She's currently recovering at Taeho Memorial Hospital. Fuck, this is why her lecturer wanted us to give her a goddamn fruit basket."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

You wheeled yourself out of Dr. Kim Sejeong's office. She was a wonderful therapist, and you could tell there was progress in your mental health after you agreed to take up therapy to heal yourself—but it didn't change the fact you had felt pushed to do this the first time you entered her office.

You came to a halt when you saw two men rose from the waiting seats outside Dr. Kim's office. You felt your face going stiff, when you realized Kyungsoo and Taeyong had been waiting for you.

These were the two sneaky assholes who roped Junmyeon into their plan in convincing you to get therapy. You still remembered how hard you cried on Junmyeon's shoulder five days ago.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"So you found his body." You spoke out, sounding soulless.

Junmyeon nodded beside his old partner, Kyungsoo. Taeyong was busy getting coffee at West Wing's café. A kid ran past in front of your wheelchair, giggling as it chased a butterfly with her mother just right behind her. The hospital's garden was spacious, but there were still some tricky pebbles she should look out for.

"Yep. Yoonsu hadn't been lying—Junyoung was found at the abandoned plant nursery. They were just about to renovate it when we came with a search warrant—ah, the school's director was so annoying, kept bitching about how he didn't want it to leak to the media. People like them are the reason why I decided to become a cop." Junmyeon sighed deeply, loosening his necktie at the memory.

Kyungsoo smirked at the older man, making a snide comment on how the commissioner shouldn't be so crass in front of a civilian. Junmyeon slapped him at the back of the head—it wasn't like he wanted the position, but it was thrusted upon him. Turning it down would anger a lot of people, and that included his own grandfather who had given a lot of gifts to the old commissioner for Junmyeon to be selected as his successor.

You stayed stone faced as the two bickered, and when they realised you were staying quiet, Jumyeon looked at you then shared a look with Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo had told him over the phone you might possibly be suffering from a...kind of depression of some sorts after everything Yoonsu made you go through.

You needed someone to push you into the path of proper recovery.

Both men saw Taeyong walking out of the West Wing with a bag in hand, so Junmyeon nodded at Kyungsoo as he fished the inner pockets of his blazer, and Kyungsoo not so discreetly walked away, signalling Taeyong to turn on his heel too.

Junmyeon reached for your hand, forcing your closed fist to open and placed something on your palm. When you pulled your hand away, you saw it was Junyoung's nametag pin. You felt your heart skip a beat as you looked at it, buried memories unearthing themselves inside your mind.

"...you know, I couldn't stand Junyoung the first time I met him. He was more crass than me, arrogant, prideful—and most of all, he was so goddamn selfish. I hated that guy, if I have to be honest with you, Y/N." Junmyeon hunched over, placing his elbows on his knees.

He stared right ahead, watching an older brother carrying his younger brother on his back, probably boasting about how strong he was to be able to carry his little brother. Junmyeon let out a pained smile at the sight.

"But after he met you, that selfishness started to chip away. He was still arrogant and foul-mouthed—and if he was alive, I've no doubt he would still be that way—but he couldn't afford to be so selfish anymore when it came to you."

You felt your eyes water as you closed your fingers around the nametag, then you felt Junmyeon's hands cover yours, as if he was also trying to keep that nametag safe from the world like you were.

"Kyungsoo told me. About all the things you said Yoonsu said to you before he killed himself, how your own friend dismissed you when you asked to speak with your brother one last time—Y/N, you have to know that all those things he said to you will never be true, you're not selfish. You deserve to live a life beyond Yoonsu, Y/N. You deserve to live a life beyond Junyoung too. He didn't die because of you, he died because of Yoonsu's selfishness—not yours." Junmyeon spoke softly, watching you cry without making a sound.

"I know you resent your friends for leaving you, and I know you also feel like blaming yourself for it because you were the one that pushed them away first, but you can't keep wallowing in your pain all by yourself, Y/N. If they had hurt you so badly, they should apologise to you—but how could they realise what they did wrong and apologize if you're not letting them know?" Junmyeon started to wipe away your tears, even as you started to shake your head.

"But I can't seem to let it go. I don't know if I could forgive them even if they apologize to me. I don't think I'm strong enough to do it." You sobbed out, feeling so ashamed of yourself.

Junmyeon tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear before he placed a hand on the back of your head. This was the same head that his late step cousin loved so much, the same head that Junyoung sacrificed his selfishness for.

"Then get help. Get therapy, receive some counseling. Me and Kyungsoo are scared that if you continue to be like this, you might..." He trailed off, and he didn't have to finish it for you to understand what he was trying to say.

"Please? For Junyoung, at least? He loved you so much, kid. He deserves to see you live a life beyond all this pain, all this suffering...and you owe it to yourself too. Living in misery would just let Yoonsu win in the end. Don't let that asshole win, Y/N."

He saw how your shoulders slumped. You relented, and you started to nod. His hand on the back of your head stretched around your shoulders, letting you cry on his. Finally, Junmyeon felt like his debt with Junyoung was now paid tenfold. At last he got to find where Junyoung was after all these years, and the girl Junyoung loved so much was finally saved from Yoonsu's hold on her.

At last.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Detectives, if my memory serves me well, you belong to Gangnam's Police Force, not Seoul's." You grumbled, not having the strength to fight off Taeyong who was pushing your wheelchair for you.

"And that makes it illegal for us to visit you?" Kyungsoo scoffed from beside you, making you roll his eyes.

You began to tap your foot on the footpad. Kyungsoo caught it, and smirked when he realised he was annoying you. Great, he thought, it's payback for all the times you greatly annoyed him three years ago. It's even more fun when you can't find it in you to whip out snarky comebacks to use against him

"How was therapy? Can me and Taeyong finally go inform your family now? Or are you gonna stall our work for another week?" Kyungsoo side eyed you, and you whipped your head to look at him.

Taeyong cracked a smile, finding it both humorous and heartwarming to see you both bickering. You had been so despondent during the first days, it had him and Kyungsoo relieved to see you having a personality again, even if you were constantly grumpy every time they came and visited you.

"I told you already, Detective Do, I'll tell you when I'm ready. Stop trying to push me to—"

"Y/N?" The familiar voice had you silent in a heartbeat.

Kyungsoo and Taeyong stopped in their tracks, and you included since you were getting wheeled by Taeyong. All three of you stayed frozen at the doorway, seeing so many people in your private room that weren't your doctor and her usual entourage of medical students and nurses (Junmyeon pulled some strings to get you a private room once you were transferred out of the ICU ward. Sometimes you forget Junmyeon also came from a rich family like Yangyang and Chenle).

Inside your room were your remaining family members (Yuno, your father), your foster family (Geonwoo, Woojin, Soyeon), Mark, and your classmates (Xiao, Yangs, Aeri). They felt their breaths stop when they saw you sitting limply on your wheelchair, deep purple bruises all over your face.

You dug your nails into your lap and began to stand up from your wheelchair, alarming Kyungsoo and Taeyong who knew that you were supposed to change your stitches today. Everyone else in the room began to go after you too, seeing how the two men with you were panicking to see you walking by yourself.

You felt like Kyungsoo and Taeyong had betrayed you. You had immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was the detectives that called them over, even when they knew you weren't ready to face them again.

"Kid—" Kyungsoo yelled out, placing a hand on your shoulder when you were already out in the hallway, but you pulled your shoulder away from him so violently it had him going pale, worried that you might tear open your stitches.

And when Taeyong glanced down to the spot where you had been stabbed, he staggered when he saw blood seeping through the shirt the hospital had given you to wear.

"Y/N, stop!" Kyungsoo yelled out again, rushing over to stand in front of you.

The commotion caused everyone in the hallway to stop and witness the scene. Some nurses began to crowd you however, as some of them were already familiar with you and your injury, not wanting you to run and escape when your stitches were obviously ripping. Taeyong held your shoulders from behind while Kyungsoo closed in, forcing you into a bear hug to limit your movements.

You raised your arms and started to pound on his chest, tears streaming down your face at the pain of your stitches ripping open and at the betrayal you felt. The bear hug forced you to your knees, with Kyungsoo whispering something into your ears to calm you down.

"It wasn't us, kid. We didn't inform them. We don't know how they got here, okay? We wouldn't betray you like that. We didn't call them over, Y/N." He spoke softly, and quickly swept you up to carry you in his arms and into your room to lie you down on your bed.

As soon as he lied you down, your doctor came in with her team, immediately pushing everyone out of the room and closing the door in front of them.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Who are you people? How do you know my sister?" Yuno asked stiffly, obviously still frazzled from the commotion you caused earlier.

Taeyong and Kyungsoo stared at the people before them. Just right as Kyungsoo was about to tell them who they were, a voice down the hallway rang through, gathering everyone's attention.

"Detectives!" Dr. Kim, your therapist, appeared.

She staggered back a little when she saw national darling and viral sensation Jeong Jaehyun in front of her. Sejeong tilted her head at him then looked at the detectives for a proper explanation. She just heard that you made a commotion earlier and tore open your stitches.

"I'm sorry, but who are these people?" Sejeong asked sincerely, seeing that all of them were waiting in front of your door.

"Dr. Kim, meet Jeong Y/N's friends and family." Taeyong spoke tiredly, pinching at his temple.

Sejeong balked.

"No! Y/N wasn't ready to see them again, detectives, so how could you! Didn't you promise that you'd only reach them out and inform them once they're ready?" She nearly shrieked, now upset on your behalf.

Kyungsoo and Taeyong looked at your friends and family—well, former friends and family. Both detectives understood that they shouldn't let personal bias cloud their judgement on people (it's literally their job to be that way), but they couldn't help it when all they could see at the moment was Y/N's sole source of pain, now that Yoonsu's dead.

"That's the problem—we didn't inform them. We were wheeling Y/N back to her room so we could spend some time with her and see how she's doing, but when we got to her room, they were already there inside it. It's why she freaked out and tore open her stitches." Taeyong explained thoroughly, looking straight into Yuno's eyes.

"You didn't answer our question earlier, asshole—who the fuck are you, and how do you know Y/N?" Yangyang spoke out this time, stepping out of the group and coming face to face with both of the detectives.

"Okay, time out! Detectives, please take these people to the canteen downstairs to give them the rundown of it. You can't keep crowding the hallway like this, and it's also within Y/N's best interest that you don't overwhelm her once the doctor's done with fixing up her stitches." Sejeong did a karate chop in the air between your friends and family and the detectives.

"Why should we follow your orders?" Mark asked genuinely, and Sejeong sighed at him as she showed them her badges.

"I'm a psychologist working for this hospital, and I also happen to be Y/N's therapist. Please, I beg of you for the sake of my patient, go to the canteen with the detectives. I can't breach patient confidentiality, but these detectives are obligated by the law to explain to Y/N's family on what happened to her."

A/N : might post a pt. 3, but i also might not 🫨

[scaly-freaks]

Kind of going off your post about how brown and black characters in HOTD and GOT are completely wasted or demolished or turned into a crude caricature.

Ummmm the HATE that is thrown towards Elia Martell is absolutely absurd. The way they hate the idea of this character and are honestly happy with how her character was destroyed is so telling and disgusting.

The hatred and discontent is so real and frightening and we saw a glimpse of that with those leaked texts from some random discord. I guess what I’m just trying to say is racism is far from dead and it’s seen in this fandom.

And yes the entirety of Arianne Martell’s character being a seductress is insane.

Also wanted to mention that the only other time I’ve seen brown characters in the show are as brothel workers. Of course nothing wrong with that sort of work. But it’s the sexualization that’s creepy.

Yeah. Yep. It's just depressing. Sometimes I find myself accepting it because it's so normal at this point, but then I'm like...no???? I hesitated making Amara Dornish and visibly non-white because my own self doubt made me want to . I thought eh I'll just make her from the Riverlands or something, it's less complicated. But then I make her, and people love her and it's not an issue (it's just stuff I've internalised over the years thanks to how society is set up). Which obviously goes to show the people who create our media are deliberately fucking up representation so that we just stop asking. They can create compelling characters that are centred they just don't want to a lot of the time.

That being said, British TV that specifically isn't popular outside of the UK, represents non-white characters quite well and doesn't turn them into caricatures of their culture/ethnicity (at least most of the time). In this case I am talking about American productions and non-British audiences.

On the note of Elia Martell...a lot of the times she is fancasted as Indian. Stereotypes about Dorne are also stereotypes used against Indians ('she smells Dornish' - no two guesses on what Aerys meant). I've seen Indians be used as punching bags for racism by every other race as if it's a free-for-all, to the point where very horrible and very real issues like misogyny in India are treated frivolously and with 'oh well they're all just like that.'

The mistreatment and racism against Elia has real life parallels because of the otherness of Dorne, and since Dorne brings to mind South and Western Asia so much (the way they hid in caves when the dragons came is very reminiscent of Afghan guerilla tactics and their tough terrain that invaders can't adjust to) that's usually the area of the world I associate it with.

It's all very other other other and now pair that up with snow-white daddy Rhaegar and his lily-white, dark-haired Stark girl (because mind you, I understand white blondes have had issues with how they're represented as slutty caricatures onscreen and brunettes as more clever and by extension more desirable in the long-term).

Elia didn't stand a chance against two white people pairing up, and that is honestly the only time when I'm like "you know what, stop fan casting her as desi." The woman is raped in front of her children and watches those same kids die in front of her, and even that isn't enough to stop the cruel jokes.

And yes, absolutely, there's nothing wrong with being a brothel worker. I adore stories about people in the grassroots, brothel workers especially, just trying to survive and get by in the world. But watch the brown workers be immediately depicted as more "comfortable" with this lifestyle, and just naturally promiscuous as compared to their white counterparts.

Meanwhile irl, if the brown person in question is a Muslim for example, their values in terms of modesty are mocked and derided and deemed an extremist 'other'. And then I guess you can be a Mormon in Utah and be just fine.

I honestly don't know if any of this made sense, or if I articulated without room for misunderstanding. Trust me, I do think about this a lot. I'm Kashmiri, and I've lived in England all my life, and my dating pool has mostly been white because that is what's more available. I've dealt with fetishisation/sexualisation (never for the ethnicity I am which most people couldn't even guess...uhhh hilarious) and it's forefront on my mind despite my active decision to leave it out of my fics as much as I can.

It can be very cathartic to talk about, but sometimes I'm like, you know what Amara, I'll take this extra little bit of suffering away from you bc girl you're already dealing with a lot (Aegon)

[aegor-bamfsteel]

Hello Bamfsteel. I have been following your blog for over a year now but I realize I haven't commented or reblogged much (I kinda avoid online interaction because I'm terrified of accidentally offending someone). But I cannot express how much I love your blog, and admire you for carrying on despite the hate you get from antis. I was already ambivalent about Daemon, but you got me rooting for him... and for Daena, Rohanne, and Aegor, the last of whom in particular is basically unanimously hated by the fandom (hell, one random tvtropes page even called him worse than Aerys the Mad King)!! So I'm grateful for your blog and hope you keep posting.

Anyway, as a fan of both the Blackfyres and Arthuriana, I'm currently planning to write an Arthurian retelling of Daemon I's life and was wondering about how he chose his sigil/heraldry. Twoiaf says that he simply reversed the Targaryen colors because that's what all bastards do. But I don't know if there are any other examples of this happening in canon.

On the contrary, I recall Jon saying to Arya in AGoT: "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister."

So now I wonder if the 'black dragon on a red field' was actually Daena's personal coat of arms, and Daemon simply chose it after Aegon's acknowledgement as a symbol of defiance and loyalty to his beloved mother. I love the notion that the chivalrous-to-the-last-breath Daemon Blackfyre didn't care all that much for his terrible and blatantly unchivalrous 'father' and instead everything he did, from winning the squires tourney to rebelling against Daeron, was his way of making his mother proud and atoning for all the humiliation she had to suffer due to his birth.

Sorry for the long ask. I am just excited to meet a fellow Blackfyre fan :)

Hello, thesupercat. Thank you for the long ask, and putting up with my slow responses over the past year. I have a little more free time/motivation to write recently, so I’m trying to answer more questions. I’m glad that my posts could bring your fandom experience some happiness. If you ever write the Arthuriana about Daemon I, don’t be afraid to send me a link.

TWOIAF and Dunk actually have different origins of the Black Dragon sigil; Dunk claims “the arms of House Targaryen had borne a three-headed dragon, red on black. Daemon the Pretender had reversed those colors on his own banners, as many bastards did.” (The Sworn Sword) but TWOIAF actually says “Reversing the colors of the traditional Targaryen arms to show a black dragon on a red field, the rebels declared for Princess Daena's bastard son Daemon Blackfyre, First of His Name, proclaiming him the eldest true son of King Aegon IV, and his half brother Darren the bastard.” (TWOIAF Darren II) What a lot of antis miss in their analysis of Daemon and Aegor is conflating their actions with that of what the Reds said their supporters did (if Daemon didn’t create the sigil, it could be evidence that the rebellion wasn’t premeditated, which I believe) I actually had an interesting debate about which version of the origin of the sigil was more logical with someone (I’d taken Dunk’s word to be true), but it’s actually more interesting if the rebels came up with it, because you’re right (no matter what the wiki has to say about it) the reversed sigil color scheme alone doesn’t actually indicate illegitimate origin: it requires that and a diagonal (usually red) slash, called in heraldry a “bend sinister” (which was used in real life illegitimate sigils, like the cadet branches of the House of Bourbon, Conti and Condé). There are multiple examples of illegitimate sons/their descendants using the reversed colors of their father’s house and the bend sinister: Walder Rivers and Walder of Woodmere (a silver castle on a blue field and a red bend sinister, for Frey), and the cadet branch houses Oldflowers (ten white hands on a green field and a red bend sinister, for Gardner), Vikary (quartered with a white lion on red crossed by a gold bend sinister, for Reyne), and Bolling (quartered with a gold stag on a black field and an orange bend sinister, for Durrandon). The other illegitimate children whose sigils are described are variations on a family sigil without the inverse colors (Aegor Rivers, Brynden Rivers) or something completely different (Benedict Justman, Blackshield). Far from being a simple sigil that marks being illegitimate Targaryen, the black-dragon-on-red-field is a symbol of anti-Targaryen defiance that rejects the “bend sinister” marker for a different lineage of dragon (a cat of a different coat, I guess), which makes a lot of sense if you consider the war was due to disgust at the current Targ regime. Daemon technically had the right to use the Targaryen sigil proper since he was legitimized (look at the Velaryon boys), but I’m certain Da3ron would’ve forbid him because that would be “putting him on princely level” never mind that he is a prince as Daena’s son and Yandel knows this; he might’ve actually used a different style of arms before the First Blackfyre that we don’t know of (same with Aegor, who got the black wings on his Pegasus sigil due to House Blackfyre; I headcanon him using a plain blue field during his youth, for the Riverlands), or even the sigil we know of with the bend sinister (which the rebels removed acclaiming Daemon their legitimate king waging war against an illegitimate usurper; also as a Targaryen bastard, Da3ron could’ve had the same sigil as Daemon which the rebels wouldn’t have wanted). But, you seem to be correct that whoever created the sigil put more thought into it than “reversed color scheme is what all illegitimate children do”.

There are two women described as having personal arms: Rhaenyra Targaryen and Barbrey Dustin, ruling ladies with important family connections. The Targaryen sigil is also often personalized to distinguish between brothers and cousins (Aerion, Prince Daeron, Valarr, Maekar all have variations on dragon position, color, borders, number), though usually not for the king or his heir except in civil war conflicts (both Rhaenyra and her brother Aegon II have variations on the Targaryen sigil. Which I guess makes sense why Daemon’s supporters wanted a separate Blackfyre sigil). Daena was also acclaimed queen by some, and according to a GRRM answer wanted to be queen, so it’s possible she had a variation on the Targaryen sigil as personal arms. It’s interesting that the most popular variation on using house sigils is when the person wants to honor their mother’s family: Harras Harlaw (Serrett peacock), Joffrey/Tommen/Myrcella (Lannister lion, which Jon thinks is overly proud), Cleos Frey (Lannister lion), Benfrey Frey (Rosby chevronnels), both Big and Little Walder (who quarter the Frey castles with sigils of their mother’s and grandmother’s families), and Harry Hardyng (quartering the diamonds of Hardyng with 2 Falcons for his Arryn grandmother and 1 broken wheel for his Waynwood mother) all incorporate their mother’s/grandmother’s family sigils to show their high lineage. Even Rhaenyra Targaryen quartered her two red dragons with the Arryn falcon for her mother and the silver seahorse for her first husband. It’s entirely possible Daena, famous for wearing black during her youth and twice uncrowned, incorporated a black dragon into her personal arms (though I like to think she also incorporated the Velaryon seahorse for her mother’s family, to better differentiate herself from the “usurper branch” of Viserys II), and Daemon accepted the nickname “the Black Dragon” partly to honor her (the connection between them wearing black was one of my earliest hc posts). That Daemon’s descent from Daena is emphasized in the same sentence as his supporters creating the black-dragon-on-red-field banner could be seen as connecting the reversal of “traditional Targ arms” to her, as being “Targaryen on both sides” was used at least in Rhaenyra’s case as a mark of better legitimacy. Tl;dr if you want to say that Daemon’s battle sigil is a black dragon to honor Daena, there’s enough symbolic connections considering other examples of personal/illegitimate arms to make that argument, especially for a fanfic.

I hope you have a good rest of your day. My askbox is always open if you have more questions, though response time may be slow.

[countrymusiclover]

31 - Who Really Deserves The Throne

Part 32

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Running as fast as my boots could carry me I didn’t stop until I reached the edge of the green grassy area with the heavy seas rushing down below the high rocks the castle set upon. My hair is blowing in front of my face and every other direction. “Vaella! Vae, What was that back there? You just threw this on the ground like it was nothing.”

“It can't be mine anymore. It has to go to my sister. She's the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.”

Jaime held the crown in his real hand standing a few feet behind me. “No, she's not. She may have Targaryen blood but she's the younger one between you and her.”

“If you go and tell her that she'll have her dragons burn you alive right on the spot.”

He eyed my back silently for a moment trying to figure out what I was feeling in that moment, where had his tough queen disappeared to. “So you’re saying you won't fight for the throne that belongs to you. You're the oldest daughter of Aerys II Targaryen, it should be passed down to you.”

“All so we can start a different war. Yeah I don't think so. Your sister has already made one war hard enough. I don't wish to add to the drama.”

Jaime strides up to me sitting the crown down at our feet taking one of my hands in his real one finally getting me to look into his bright green eyes. “Vae, I know you don't want to fight her. But you can't hide behind her shadow either. You are one of the last Targaryen's too. You don't have to hide anymore.”

“When we were on the dragon island I wasn't hiding. I finally felt like I was living life for once. We should have just grabbed your brother and ran back there.” I slumped my shoulders in defeat.

He raised a brow. “Then your sister would have possibly started a war to get her Hand back from us.”

“I don't want to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone, Jaime. Rhaenyra the Black Queen didn't want that either and look what happened to her when she fought against her half brothers.” I felt tears welling in my eyes not wanting to fight my own sister but in that room she sounded more like my father which would certainly give me nightmares if she turns out to be more like him then our mother.

The golden lion before me sent me a sympathetic look. “Do you want to sit on the Iron Throne, Vaella?”

“For years I’ve said no. But recently I - I think I want it simply to prevent bloodshed if that is even possible by the gods themselves.”

Jaime moves his hand to the side of my face. “I’d follow you anywhere in the world. To King's Landing, Casterly Rock or our Dragon Island.” Laying my head against his chest he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me against his strong form. Clutching the fabric of his tunic I closed my eyes just trying to take comfort in his arms at that moment.

“Queen Vaella. Ser Jaime. I'm sorry I don't mean to interpret but I was hoping I could speak to you alone, my lady.” Jon came walking up the cliffy grassy meeting us on the edge of it with the vast sea before us.

Jaime spared me a look walking down the hill giving us some privacy. “I'll leave you two to talk. Find me later in our new chambers.”

“What do you wish to speak with me about, Jon Snow?” I asked him walking up to him with the wind blowing our cloaks around in the heavy wind.

“You never answered my question in the throne room before you stormed out. So I am still wondering, do you believe what I was saying about the Night king and White Walkers?”

Crossing my arms over my chest I bite my lip. “I somewhat do believe you.”

“Can I ask how because most people don’t.”

Rubbing my hands down my arms I sent him a nervous smile thinking back on my life at the current moment. “Everyone believed that the dragons were gone, including me. I thought my own dragon had been killed by the Baratheons. Until I heard about my sister and her three dragons. Later down the road I found mine alive. Their insistence is a miracle. If miracles can happen, why can’t the nightmares we were told as children shouldn’t be real as well.”

“They are rather incredible beasts.” Jon remarked looking into my purple eyes.

Looking at him for a moment I noticed a look in his eyes where he was deep in thoughts. “You’re good at something you don’t like aren’t you. What is it if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Killing. I hate being good at it. I wish there didn’t have to be fighting at all.”

Whipping my head around I gasped, taken back by the fact that he sounded so similar to my older brother Rhaegar. “You sound an awful lot like my brother. Rhaegar Targaryen.” He never wanted to kill even though he was good at it like Jon had previously just said.

“I’d say it’s how my father raised me. He was an honorable man.” Jon spoke highly of Eddard Stark.

Gesturing my head towards the castle I figured we should head back there instead of standing outside. The journey he had taken was very far so he most likely needed to rest some. “I must assume you’d like to rest, Jon. I must check on my kiddos making sure they aren’t getting into trouble. But we certainly need to speak more of these White Walkers.”

“I'm just relieved that someone here believes me.” He nodded following me back inside the castle going our separate ways.

Hearing laughter down the hallway I paused in my step watching the adorable interaction before my eyes. Luciya was pretending to stab Tyrion with a toy sword. He dropped to his knees begging before Rhaegar raised his right hand declaring as if he were a king. "I, prince Rhaegar Lannister spare ye. Tyrion Lannister, Hand of Queen Daenerys Targaryen."

Rhana helped her uncle off the floor placing her sword on the ground. "And I, princess Julianna Cat Lannister, am in your service, my lord. What would you have me do?"

Tyrion taps his chin seeing me reaching to drink some wine from his bottle that was sitting on the ground at my boots, making him aim his finger at me. "I, Tyrion Lannister. Hand of the Queen declare to...get your mother!"

“Momma!” Chandler beamed brightly up at me running forward leaping up into my arms where I barely was able to catch his body.

The twins cheered chasing after me while I just laughed with them. Tyrion picks up his cup pouring himself another drink still smiling. "No one steals my wine."

“What in the seven is going on in here?” Jaime enters the room seeing his entire family having fun. Which wasn’t something he was sure he would ever have after he stabbed the Mad King.

Sending him a grin was the moment that I truly cherished. “I just wanted a sip of your brother's wine.” Claiming the Iron Throne wasn’t my destiny. I was destined to be a Lannister.

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Karina x reader; reader is one of the other aespa leaders sister and is strictly off limits to the other members but Karina can’t help herself from having feelings for reader and reader feels the same way so they secretly start dating and readers sister finds out and she forbids them from seeing each other but she soon accepts it after noticing that both Karina and reader are sad and depressed

sorry if it’s too long bestie 😭

Hey bestie, sorry for making you wait, but the title "master of procrastinating" is something I'm proud of lol. Also, I want a secret love with Karina too🤭

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Karina X Fem!Reader

Jimin knows well what it means to be the youngest and the oldest in a group of people: she's the youngest daughter in her family and the oldest member in Aespa. However, the sense of protection towards a younger sister is an unknown feeling for her; on the contrary Gigi knew it so well at that point. It was not a case the fact that the two of them had a huge fight over you...

But let's take a step back. Who are the characters of our story? Aespa members obviously, and also you, Giselle's younger sister. As her sibling, meeting the other girls, becoming their friends and spending time with them alone was only natural. But maybe having feeling for one of them was not in the plans.

Karina was fast in entering in your heart. Maybe It was because Gigi talked about you to her, but Rina seemed to know you perfectly since the first moment. She was not just an incredibly beautiful girl, she was also a splendid person inside. Always ready to cheer you up and making you have the time of your life.

On the other hand, you completely took over Jimin' mind. The fact that you were so kind, fun and supportive in such a natural way made Karina think about you 24/7. But thinking was not enough for her, so you two started to hang out more and soon the hangouts became dates.

Now, all of this sounds awesome, right? Yes and not. Even if Karina was just following her heart, her mind was telling her that it was wrong. Aeri clearly told them that you were off-limits for them. For her you were still a child, and one of her best friend dating HER child was just unacceptable.

Rina tried to interrupt the dates, but you two were too whipped to each other to really do something about it, so you just chose the worst option: dating secretly. You and Jimin really tried her best to be sneaky on it and it was kinda working for a period of time, but sometimes just a breath of wild is enough to destroy a Castle of cards.

In fact one day you and Rina were in her room, just cuddling and having a nice time, when out of nowhere you simply started to make out. The problem is that you were not alone at their dorm..."Hey Jimin, did you see the last episode of...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?", Gigi shout so loudly making you two shake in fear.

"Go out, NOW!", she ordered to you, making you basically run away from their dorm. "And you, Jimin, you are a Snake. Using my sister in that way...you make me sick! Don't talk to her ever again!", she was furious with Karina, her screams could be heard in all the building.

The next weeks were...so tense and sad. Both you and Rina tried to explain the situation to Aeri, telling her that you two really loved each other, but she didn't want to listen to any reason, making you so upset and the leader so sad. You then decided to not speak to your sister and Karina left to Ning the lead of the group until she was able to do it again.

However over time, doubts started creeping in Giselle's mind, wondering if maybe she had been too quick in judgement. And soon the doubt become the truth, knowing the both you and Rina cried every night about that story. She had to do something about it.

You were talking on the phone with one of your best friend, Somi, when you heard knocking on the door of your room, before seeing your sister came in. "Hey, sis, what are you doing?", she said, trying to sound casual about it. "I'm talking with Somi, did you want to ban me to talk to her too?", you rudely answered her. Oh boy, you were still so angry. "No, sis, listen, I just want to talk to you...I have something to say", she softly spoke, coming to see on your bed next to you.

Gigi hardly remembers you hugging her so tightly like when she gave you the permission to date Karina again. And also, it was a first time seeing Jimin so affectionate like when she met you again after all that time. Karina was holding you like you were the important thing in her life...and probably you were.

Seeing you two hug look at each other made Aeri fell only more guilty. Maybe it was time to apologize. "Sis, I'm sorry...you are old enough to decide who date", she said, on the verge of crying. "And Jimin, I'm sorry for the horrible things I said to you...just...treat her nicely and give her a lot of love, she's still my baby sister after all", she added, starting to sob.

You two ran to hug her and stayed in that position for a while, making her calm down. It was just a nice and wholesome moment of reconciliation. Soon the sad period became something to joke about, a fun memory, because now all was in the perfect place.

You and Jimin were openly dating, well, maybe not open to Dispatch and the media, but at least you didn't have to hide from your own sis. It was nice for Karina to finally hold you in the dorm without the fear of Gigi, even if she still insisted in not wanting to see you two kiss. And talking about Gigi...how funny that soon she started to date Somi.

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Finally it's done, bestie. I hope you like it, maybe it's more angst than fluff, but at least we have a good ending, right?🙈❤️

Zazá

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ooough perhaps 456 and/or 457? -aerie

... >:) both 456: Regressor thinks that babyspace is the “only right way to regress” so they pretend to be baby until their Caregiver picks up on how much they hate coddling and being treated like they’re that small so they give them some space and Regressor finds out they’re hardly ever a baby AND 457: and maybe the opposite of that, Caregiver said something passively about how they feel bad about not being there for baby regressors 24/7, so Regressor pretends to be older than they are so Caregiver doesn’t have to look after them as closely but really they’re just a baby baby baby

Ward tried to resist to urge to squirm. He really did! He was pretty comfortable (he'd refused the onesies before, so he was in a pair of feetie pajamas, which were okay. The pattern was kinda dumb- abc blocks but that was right for babies), so it wasn't that he wasn't comfortable. Plus, he was laying on a blanket while Len sat on the couch and was reading something on his PADD, so really not a comfort problem.

Ward was bored. He'd been sitting here for about ten minutes, and he was already losing interest in the blocks Len had put in front of him. They were the little soft foam cubes- they at least had different cloud designs on them- but they were so... boring.

Ward rolled over on his back, grumbling to himself. The action wasn't missed by Bones, and the caregiver put down the PADD to glance over at Ward.

"You alright there? Feeling a little fussy?" Len asked softly, which only made Ward grumble louder. When no further answer came, the caregiver tried again, "You hungry? I can cut up some fruit, feed you a snack-"

"I don' want a snack!" Ward interrupted, sitting up with a scowl. The idea of sitting there while getting fed stupid banana slices was- was stupid! When Bones reached down, Ward smacked his hand away.

"Hey. We don't hit, Ward. You know that," It was a gentle warning but Ward huffed in response. "You want to tell me what's gotten ants in your pants?"

When he smacked away Bones' hand again, that was that. Bones hauled Ward up to his feet, firmly but gently marching him over to the recliner and sitting him there.

"Alright. You're taking a break until you're ready to either tell me what's up or you're ready to work with me to find what's up." Bones said firmly, placing Gale on the side table. Ward slumped in the chair and kept up the scowl. He kept it up for almost ten minutes, until he started getting squirmy again.

"...Len?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"...I don't like when you treat me like a baby. Um- I mean- I don't think I like when- I don't-" Ward fumbled with his words. He didn't want to make it seem like it was the caregiver's fault, but-

"You don't think you regress that little, do you buddy?" Bones offered helpfully and Ward nodded thankfully. He scrambled over when the doctor pat the seat on the couch next to him.

"I um- I don't want you to leave me alone, but I can do stuff on my own, like I can get dressed and stuff."

"I hear you, kid. Tell you what- next few times I'm here with you, I'll follow your lead all the way. Won't interrupt unless you ask me or unless you're doing something really unsafe. We'll talk when you're big too, see if we can't find a better range. How's that sound?"

"Good, Len. Like that."

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Cooper took a deep breath, trying to settle his stomach. It was twisting anxiously- had been, ever since he'd overheard McCoy talking with Ward.

"Y'know, sometimes I'm glad you're pretty independent, kiddo. Felt bad when we both thought you regressed smaller, since I didn't have as much free time."

"Yeah, now you spend that free time chasing after me doing seven-year old silly things instead of baby silly things."

"Brat."

He'd turned down any offers to spend time with Ward while the scientist was regressed, any offers from McCoy for the doctor to come over and spend some time with him, with or without Ward.

This time though, he was ready. He could act older, could be on Ward's level. He'd spend enough time being his own caregiver when regressed anyway- he knew how to be independent. So even though he very much wanted to say yes, he turned down the offer from McCoy to help him into his pajamas. He chose a t-shirt and sweatpants, ignoring the soft green onesie that practically stared back at him.

It was fine, anyway. He could make his own bottles if he wanted them (even if some silly part of him did think they were better when McCoy made them), he could put himself to bed.

He didn't need, he didn't need, he didn't need.

Then, he caught a bug. He didn't need McCoy for that either, though Ward insisted on getting him. He didn't need McCoy to stay overnight either, though the caregiver insisted on staying.

"Hey there, sweetpea, how ya feelin'? Want me to get you anything?" McCoy's voice was soft, and the way his hand ran through Cooper's sweaty hair was even softer. Cooper shook his head and pulled away, burying his face in the pillow.

"...Don' need nothin'."

"Yeah? Feels like you haven't needed anything, lately. You wanna talk about that?"

Cooper shook his head again and kept his face buried in the pillow. He wanted to whimper when Bones pulled his hand away and stepped away, but swallowed it down. Good. He didn't need the caregiver anyway. He didn't-

"Here, let's see if this helps." Bones had come back and was gently pulling the engineer up. There was no doubt that he'd regressed, but he was "big", not a baby. He started to put a cool cloth to Cooper's forehead but stopped as soon as he saw the tears welling up

"Oh, darlin', I wish you'd talk to me. What's wrong? Are you feeling sicker?" The concern in the caregiver's voice was clear, rising when Cooper sniffled.

"M-mmm, I d-don' ne-need, 'c-coz I don' wan b-be too much," Cooper hiccuped, letting McCoy's hand wipe away at his cheeks.

"What makes you think you're too much, baby? You know I love lookin' after you an Ward."

"Y-You said th-tha' you don' haf- haf free t-time, an'-"

"Oh, baby, no no, c'mere, baby," Bones immediately pulled Cooper closer, shushing the regressor when he quietly whined, "No, baby, you're just fine. Is that why you've been telling me you don't need my help?" When Cooper gave a tiny nod in response, McCoy somehow tucked the little one closer. "Let's talk later, when you're feeling better, okay? Right now, I got a sick little baby who needs me, okay? C'mon, I'll get Ward to make you up something to drink. You come sleep in bed with me, a'ight?"

The rest of McCoy's words slipped into a mumbled haze as Cooper stopped listening, just sniffling and whimpering into McCoy's shoulder as McCoy somehow made enough room in the bed for both of them. He curled into McCoy's side, keeping his face hidden. When his head was coaxed up just enough to let McCoy slip the nib of a bottle in, Cooper finally let himself relax a bit.

"There we go, sweetheart. Poor baby..." McCoy's soft words faded out into white noise as Cooper eventually drifted into a doze.