#and as an only 'daughter' i had to perform enjoying and wanting these things while gritting my teeth

[thenextbestidol]

Ruby wasn't dumb enough to believe that the fame she had was all because of her tallent. It wasn't. For instance, calling her group B-Komachi had draw a lot of attention than an ameteur idol group simple did not get. Then there was MEM, who had a lot of followers and contacts, making B-Komachi have a solid base for starting that few groups had. And of course, there was Miyako, who was her agent, but between them there were never disputes of interest, because her mother always had in mind what was best of her.

Last but most important, she was Ai's daughter, and even thou very few people knew it, that gave her and advantage of her own. Her beauty, her dances, her whole spirit, it came from her. And of course, the natural talent to lie and decevie everyone, it also came from her.

Thou that wasn't a Hoshino trait only. KAngel did a pretty job either, that was the only thing she could thought when she said that she was excited for the convention, thou there was something in her words that made her feel it wasn't entirely true. She didn't thought anyone else would notice, for everyone else her words surely sounded like truth.

But you would always notice when someone else lies, don't you? How could you not, when your life has been built in lies?

Ruby shook her head, deciding to focus in KAngel words. Saying she loved all of them, those words were probably a lie too, they were the same words she said when she performed, even thou she for sure hated more than one of her fans. Well, what's was the problem in believing a lie once in a while? Specially an I love you one? They were sweet and addictive, made you feel that, even for a brief time, someone cared about you.

"I love you too, KAngel" she typed on the chat.

See? She could lie too. For there was no way she could love someone she didn't know. But KAngel lied and Ruby lied and no one cared because it created a balance where they could feel they were part of something better.

When KAngel weaved goodbye, she waved too. Even thou the streamer could not see her. But for a moment, she pretented that they were two friends that finished talking online. Lies like that were sometimes needed to not despair.

"Sleep well, KAngel" it was the last thing she wrote in the chat.

Then everything became silent.

Again.

That was more fun she thought of. MEM had been right, hearing a streamer had lifted her mood. Just a little. At least, it had helped her to pretend she was not alone and had somewhat a friend for a moment.

Now that everything finished, the department felt... empty. No friends, no brother, no mother. Only her and the feeling of loneliness surrounding her, almost suffocating.

Ruby inhaled. It was okay. Everything was okay.

She took her phone and opened Twitter, searching for KAngel's account. Before she could think of it, she followed KAngel. Miyako was probably going to chastise her, because an idol couldn't follow anyone she wanted. But for once she didn't care, if her mother got mad... she would just say that she thought they could make a good collab with the girl. At least that wasn't a lie.

She read KAngel last post, and decided to reply:

"I think I would like not to reeincarnate, one life is more than enough" two actually, but she couldn't go around saying it "As for what I am most excited of... I am really looking forward to the music surprise! Thank you for today's stream!"

Then she looked to the button to send a message. Maybe she could text KAngel, say how much she enjoyed the streamer. Maybe get to know the girl better and consider making a collab together.

But no.

That would not do. She had to focus in killing the murderer of Sensei and mama, nothing else mattered. She had no time to make friends.

Thou no one would blame you. After all, everyone left you. You are here, alone, and your friends, your family, is out there having fun. Don't you deserve t have something that's only yours? She could be it..

No.

She had choose this life. This dream. This revenge. These were the consequences. Ruby the idol had a lonely life because the only thing she cared about was becoming famous.

She blocked her phone and tossed it aside, before she could change her mind. Then she lay down on her bed and covered himself with the sheets, she should go to sleep if tomorrow she had to meet that emerging artist.

She hoped she was as half interesting as KAngel was.

As bad as it could sound, KAngel took advantage of the lonely ones that didn't even leave the house. But, under that layer of need for approval, survival and her own need to beat her loneliness, Ame actually wanted to bring something good to the world…or well, KAngel would. Specially to kids, or young girls that needed her support.

KAngel was everything she couldn't be- all she's always wanted to be. But Ame was a rotten being. A sack of flesh and bone that hardly deserved to live in this world…or so she thought.

KAngel was a savior for the people on the internet, but at the same time, Ame was waiting for a savior of that level to come take her hand instead.

She always flip-flopped between wanting to be on top of the world as KAngel, or wanting to die as Ame, but she had to keep walking, or else…

"I will give details about the convention once I have them, so stay tuned around Twitter for once I post the info!" She would point in direction to her viewers before winking once; smile wide from ear to ear.

Yet, she couldn't help but feel some dread inside of her. Last time she went to a convention, she met a fan of hers that she tried to befriend…someone she tried to trust- someone she tried to support after KAngel inspired her to become a streamer too.

But it still cut deep inside of her that, the girl in question reached the million of followers in no time, helped by a bigger company thanks to the contacts she had, while…she had to work harder to be seen and recognized.

Unfair. The world was always unfair. It didn't matter if she was working harder- at the end, having more money or being with a more recognized brand was all someone needed to reach the peak without effort.

Her hands weren't seen in camera, now dropped to the sides, but she let them curl into fists while she continued to smile and read the chat.

Once the topic went back to the small secret, however, she let her shoulders relax and let a single finger rest against her lips.

"Shoosh!~ Patience! You won't have to wait much longer! I will also make the big announcement through Twitter. So keep an eye out for that as well, hmh?" After making a pause, she clasped her hands together, again making as if she was praying.

"Your Internet Angel is always working hard to make all of you happy, but just know that I intend to keep growing in order to reach all of you. I DO love all of you, after all. My little nerds. 🩵"

Lies.

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■ ill wait for u!

■ calling it now, it's gonna be merch

■ I'm going to love whatever it is

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Looking at the time, it was the perfect moment to close the stream- but that person that has been talking more in her chat…they caught KAngel's attention.

"But! This will be all for today's stream. I hope everyone could have fun today, or that you are still thinking about reincarnation." After letting out a soft laugh, she waved to the camera with both hands, before she tilted her head.

"Goodnight, cuties!"

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■ rest well queen

■ 🙏 BLESS 🙏

■ 🙏 BLESS 🙏

■ goodnight kangel!

■ 🙏 BLESS 🙏

■ 🙏 BLESS 🙏

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Now that the stream was off, Ame sat in front of her computer for a second, to post something on Twitter.

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Thank you to all the people that came to see the stream tonight!

After all of that, what are you most excited for? And what would you want to be if you got the chance to reincarnate?

↻ 40 ☆ 350

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Once that was done, KAngel turned around to stand up, removing the wig from her head and removing the net so she could ruffle her hair, let it loose.

Color-lenses back to their case before she started to undress to get into a t-shirt or whatever she had at reach.

"Could've been worse..."

[wandaslovey]

𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢

➺ step mommy!wanda x innocent!fem reader

wc ~ 2.8k

a/n: the people have spoken! the poll i posted was incredibly close between mommy!wanda w/ readers first time being with a woman and mommy!wanda corruption kink. i decided to just go ahead and combine the two. enjoy!

a/n: so i actually hate this buuut i figured i would post it anyways. any feedback is welcome, just please be nice :)) (im fragile🥹)

*not proofread*

cw: unspecified age gap, stepcest, mommy!kink, corruption kink, somnophilia, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), mild humiliation (sorta?)

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you were cuddled up in wanda’s arms as you lie on your side, facing the television with some old disney movie playing. she had her arm draped around your torso, holding your body back against hers. you had fallen asleep a little while ago, your breathing slow and even.

it was your last week of being home for summer semester before you had to go back to school. you had debated going back home for break, and not even because you had to face your notoriously neglectful father, but because you had to face your step mother—wanda. it had been a few years now that she had married your father. it was a marriage strictly out of convenience and stability. she had her twin boys to raise and wanted a father figure for them to look up to. what she didn’t expect was to inherit you. her beautiful, precious, innocent step-daughter. you were 18 at the time and a senior in high school. she easily took your under her wing and loved you just as much as she did her own children. her love for you started out innocent, but soon morphed into her own perversion. she loved how perfectly innocent you were—even as the years went by. the way your dressed, spoke and acted all seemed to drive her fantasies into an even more perverted corner.

she would often lay awake at night, touching herself to the thought of you. your soft, small hands squeezing and caressing her breasts. your full, pouty lips pressed against hers or better yet.. wrapped around one of her nipples. she knew you were inexperienced and that only drove her more insane. one of her favorite fantasies was having you in her lap, your little skirt bunched up at your waist as she had her wand vibrator pressed up against your cloth-covered pussy. she would try different settings, taking in your little gasps and whimpers as she takes note of just how sensitive you are.

“oh, does that feel good, baby?”

“mm, mommy loves watching you squirm like this in her lap.”

she would watch in real time as your panties become soaking wet, the material almost see through by the time she was done.

now you.. you were completely and utterly enthralled with wanda. she was so beautiful, elegant and seemed to perform every thing she did with grace. even down to the smallest domestic actions, you found yourself squirming in your seat as she went about doing the tasks. growing up, you never had much sexual interest in boys or girls. once your step-mother came into your life, boy, did that change. you found yourself instantly attracted to her femininity, her kindness, but mostly her nurturing disposition. having a narcissistic biological mother meant you lacked one of the most important female relationships in your life.

you craved her attention. since you were attending a local college, that allowed you to travel home often. you didn’t ever go back to see your dad (of course) but to see her. and if you were being honest, you did love billy and tommy as well. they were the greatest little siblings you could have ever hoped for.

each time you went back to visit, your fantasies and thoughts about wanda became progressively more explicit. it started with her holding you, gently stroking your hair as you were cuddled up. however, you knew your feelings were getting stronger when one day you were passing her bedroom and found the door open a crack. she was dressing into her night clothes and you caught a glimpse of her naked back. you couldn’t walk away even if you wanted to. you stood there gawking as she dressed, seeing more of her bare skin than ever before. there was a growing, slightly foreign ache between your legs as you watched her. you pressed your thighs together, mouth slightly agape as you stared at the sight before you.

from then on, anytime you were home you would make it a point to try and sneak a peak of her nakedness whenever you knew she might be showering or changing. in bed at nighttime, your mind ran wild with so many fantasies. you were innocent, but not clueless. you would imagine her perfectly manicured hands sliding down your bare torso, her fingers dipping into the hem of your sleep shorts. then after teasing you a bit, her pulling them off your legs. she would be slow, soft and gentle with her touches. her voice (which you could listen to all day) murmuring sweet praises as she drew small, tight circles around your clit. her kissing and marking your neck. you would proudly wear her love bites.

her gasping with you as she inserts her fingers into your virginal pussy for the first time…

as the movie played on the screen, wanda found herself unable to focus on the scene unfolding before her. instead, she was watching you—your chest rising and falling steadily. she propped herself up, peeking down at your face to make sure your eyes were closed. her libido was burning hot. your body held firmly against hers was enough to get her mind running a mile a minute. you sigh softly in your sleep, wiggling your ass further against her front. wanda smiles to herself, finding the image of you sleeping so soundly in her arms just adorable. but what would be even more adorable? hearing your little whimpers and moans as she touches you. she had never touched you in a non-innocent way before and honestly—she was tired of being good. she wanted her way with you, and tonight she was going to have it.

she began slowly tracing her fingertips up and down your arm, goosebumps rising in their wake. your skin was so soft under her touch. her hand slid to your torso, her fingers slipping under your shirt and running up your waist. she stopped when her fingertips felt the fabric of your bra. she shifted herself carefully so she was propped up on one arm, her body hovering above yours. her free hand now traced slowly up your knee, her fingers on a sinful journey to your soft, milky inner thighs. she gently squeezed the squishiest part, wanting to do that since she saw a glimpse of them whenever you wore your bikini’s at the pool. your legs parted for her and she smiled at your body’s natural instinct to open up for her.

her fingers teased the edges of your panties and she noticed there was already a small wet patch on the material. oh you were a needy girl, weren’t you.

she quickly became desperate to see more of you, but she didn’t want you to wake—yet. she gently pulled your shirt down, the material bunching just past the middle part of your bra. she then leaned down, pressing slow, wet kisses along the tops of your breasts. her tongue snaked out, dipping behind the material and grazing over your nipple. you shifted slightly, a small whine sounding past your lips. wanda paused her movements briefly, glancing up at your face to make sure you were still asleep. once she was satisfied you weren’t going to open your eyes, her fingers resumed their teasing of your inner thighs and panty lines. she dragged her tongue across your chest to your other breast, this time swiping her tongue more firmly over your pert nipple. the hand that was teasing the seam of your panties finally slid past the material, seeking your now inexplicably wet heat. her finger dragged down your slit, gathering the wetness at your entrance and then swirling it up around your clit. you began to stir slightly, your hips gently rolling up into her ministrations.

she kept you on the edge of unconsciousness, being careful not to rouse her little girl prematurely. once she thought you were sufficiently worked up, she maneuvered herself until she was laying between your legs. she gently lifted one of your legs so it bended for her, your unconscious body seeming to assist her as you rest your foot flat on the couch, your leg leaning to the side for better access to your core. she leaned down, her eyes intent on your face as she didn’t want to miss a single reaction. her warm tongue drew a line up your panty-covered slit. your body twitched at the sensation, a small hum in the back of your throat. she repeated the action, gliding her tongue up and down a few times before she needed the offending garment off your body.

her hands caressed up your thighs before grabbing onto your panties and sliding them off of you. she was mindful to take them all the way off, tucking them away in her pocket for later. returning to her previous engagement, she watched your brow furrow slightly, a small gasp leaving your lips as her tongue parted your wet folds. she hummed softly at the flavor of you and fought the urge to delve in right there.

wanting to see those pretty eyes of yours now that her head was between your legs, she licked a firmer stripe up your slit, her hands squeezing your hips. you began to stir again, a feeling of confusion washed over you as you realize there was something hot and wet against your core. you gasped, suddenly awake all at once as you look down and see your step-mother with her head between your legs, her tongue swirling all over your heat. “w-wanda?” you panted out, confused. while you had hoped for something like this to happen, you didn’t think it actually would.

“hmm, hi sweet girl,” she murmured into your pussy, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as she looked up a you. her tongue expertly explored your folds and you couldn’t help but whimper softly, the sight before you almost overwhelming.

“what’re you doing?” you whimpered. your hips gently rolling into her face at their own accord.

“shhh, baby. let mommy have her fun, hmm? i promise you’ll like it.” you didn’t really need much further encouragement, so you let her proceed without further protest.

“that’s it, huh? were you hoping i would do this to you? were you hoping mommy would finally cave and eat her little girl’s pussy?”

you moaned, her words only making your head more cloudy. she chuckled and you could feel the vibrations reverberate through your core.

you were getting lost in the sensations when she suddenly stopped. “tell me,” she insisted, her eyes were intent on your face as if searching for the truth.

“y-yes mommy..” you whimpered, feeling embarrassed to have to admit this to your step mother. “yes what, baby?” you squirmed under her scrutiny, not wanting to reveal your naughty fantasies out loud. with your hesitation, she decided to tease you further, her finger coming up and circling your entrance. she teased your opening, dipping just the tip of her finger in and out. you whined, her ministrations pleasant but not enough. “please,” you whined. she persisted with her teasing motions, careful not to give you too much stimulation. “tell me the truth milaya moya..i want to hear your say it.” you swallowed back some of your nerves, your fuzzy mind making it harder to want to hide the truth from her. “i’ve wanted you to touch me like this for so long, mommy..” your voice was breathless, your body became more desperate as her fingers continued teasing you.

“have you? what a naughty girl.. and here i was thinking you were a sweet, innocent little thing.” she cooed, her touch becoming more pleasurable as she rewarded your honesty by drawing firm circles around your clit. you moaned, your eyes slid shut wanting to savor every sensation she was pulling from your body.

“ah ah ah, open your eyes. watch mommy.” her voice was gentle yet commanding; you had no choice but to obey. you opened your eyes and find that where her eyes were once green, they were now almost black with desire. “have you ever stuck your fingers inside here before?” her finger gently prodded at your opening, you body wiggling at the sensation.

“o-once..” while the experience wasn’t entirely unpleasant, you didn’t understand why girls would pleasure themselves that way. it just didn’t feel that good to you. “and you didn’t like it?” she gently probed, the hand that wasn’t teasing your entrance caressing the outside of your thigh.

you shook your head, opting to remain silent to answer her question. “that’s perfectly normal, baby. you know what though? i’ll bet mommy can find that special spot inside of you. will you let me try?” truthfully, she was going to try it regardless of what you said. she knew she would be able to find that sweet, spongy spot to curl her fingers against, drawing white hot pleasure from you. you nodded your head slowly, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth nervously.

with how wet you were, wanda was sure two of her fingers could easily slip inside. she watched you as your eyes were locked in on her hand that was between your legs. when she slipped her two fingers inside your hole, you gasped. there was a slight pressure from the stretch but you found it only added to the pleasure you felt. her face contorted with yours and she mimicked your facial expression, wholly invested in your pleasure as if it were her own.

her fingers moved slowly at first, but soon after picked up the pace. you threw your head back, your eyes shutting once again.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. look at me.” you whimpered, reluctantly opening your eyes again to look into hers. she chose that moment then to curl her fingers up against that spongy spot inside you. your mouth formed an “o,” your brows pulling together as you whined, the feeling surprising you. she quickly picked up the pace, her fingers curling and rubbing up against your g spot with fervor. “that’s it baby. you feel that? you feel mommy inside of you?” you moaned and bucked your hips into her hand, feeling her thumb start to circle your clit.

you felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen, your heart starting to pound in your chest as you get closer to your climax. one of your hands clutched onto her wrist of the hand that was pumping in and out of your wet hole.

“mommy! gonna cum!” your body was writhing and shaking under her touch. you finally become unraveled as she leans down and wraps her lips around your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves into her mouth. the moan you let out was downright pornographic as she helps you ride out your high; her fingers slowing and her tongue giving you little kitten licks until you were fully back down to earth.

you chest rose and fell heavily as you tried to catch your breath. wanda crawled up your body, her legs on either side of your hips as she gently rested her upper body atop of yours. she brushed some stray hairs behind your ear, taking note of your adorably flushed cheeks. your eyes were closed as you gathered yourself and when they peeked open to look at hers, they were met with a sea of green. a small smile was tugging on the corners of her lips.

“hi,” you whispered quietly, your eyes slightly hooded as your orgasm only made you feel sleepy again. “hi, baby love,” she smiled at you, her eyes crinkling and her nose scrunching. you give her back a small smile of your own, your brain and body feeling fuzzy and light. “mmm i feel like jello, mommy.” she chuckled gently at your chosen word to describe how you feel. “yeah?” she leaned in and began peppering light kisses all over your face, relishing in your cuteness. you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her there. she scooted over, maneuvering herself so she was lying next to you with your body pulled close against hers.

you two lie there in silence for several minutes, just enjoying each others company. “wanda?” you questioned, your voice soft and a little hesitant. “hmmm?”

“how long have you wanted to do that to me?”

wanda smiled to herself which you didn’t see with your face tucked under into her neck.

“a long time.” she said simply.

[firelilyfox]

Flirty Soldier

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You are a dancer at the Captain America Tour. Bucky admires you from afar until one night the finally invites you to a date.

Wordcount: idk but short :)

Warnings: heavy flirting. dancing with Bucky. kissing. touching. and physical violence (against a third person don’t worry)

Authors note: can we take a quick moment and look at that Bucky Gif?! It’s by far my favourite!Isn’t he just the cutest?! 🥹💙

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Dancing on a stage in front of two hundred roaring men, felt not as fun as it sounds.

Dirty faces, distorted with arrogant smiles and filthy hands making disgusting gestures, were now part of your everyday life.

“Isn’t it glamorous to be one of Cap’s Girls?” a woman your age asked from the side. She wore the same uniform as you did: a short dress in the colours of the U.S flag and elegant dancing shoes with a heel.

You nod half-hearted. “Yeah. I never felt more glamorous in my entire life.”

Her big, naive smile made it clear that she didn’t understood your sarcasm. But you couldn’t judge her for that. This job was a good opportunity for young girls to see other places, earn some money and maybe find a husband.

You on the other hand were only here because you wanted to get away from your abusive home. From a father that hit you and a mother that loved a good whiskey more than her own daughter.

So maybe this was glamorous after all.

“Good evening, ma’am.” It was Steve Rogers alias Captain America who stepped in front of you and the naive girl with a playful salute.

“Oh hello Captain!” The girl did a salute back. “How may we help you?”

“I wanted to thank you personally for you performances this far. It is always a pleasure working with you. And I wanted to invite you two to a drink later.”

The sounded like he had studied this words, but you couldn’t focus on the US Golden Boy any longer because your attention was caught by another soldier standing beside him.

He was drop dead handsome. With his bright, blue eyes and dark, wild hair he looked like a prince people wrote books about. Suddenly your heart made funny things and when he crooked a shy smile, you couldn’t resist but return it.

“Is this like a double date?” The girl asked - you put asking for her name on your mental list.

“Indeed, ma’am. My friend James and I would like to invite you.” Cap pat the shoulder of the handsome soldier.

“James it is?” You reached out your hand and the soldier instantly took it in his, just to print a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“You can call me Bucky, doll.”

Your cheeks turned pink. “Looks like you already have a name for me.”

His eyes widened. “Oh my apologies, ma’am. I didn’t want to …”

“I like it.” You said and turned around to follow the other girl. “See you later, Bucky.”

~A few drinks later~

He was a shameless flirt. Bucky spend the whole evening looking for every opportunity to be close to you, never letting you out of sight. He even pressed a kiss on your cheek because he thought nobody was watching. And you enjoyed every minute of it. He was the perfect gentleman mixed with a mysterious grin.

“Would you like to dance with me, doll?” He reached out for your hand. His warm touch was electrifying.

“I thought you would never ask.”

A slow jazz song was playing and the dance floor filled with couples. You laid one hand on his shoulder, while Bucky pulled you closer with one hand on your back.

“So wich idea was it?” You asked with a lowered voice, so only Bucky would hear you.

His chin brushed over your cheek as he turned his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

You chuckled. “I mean, did Steve over there wanted to invite us or … was it your idea?”

Bucky leaned back without letting you go. His blue eyes reflected the sparkling light of the candles around you. A hint of mischief showed in them as he smiled down to you.

“You are a smart girl. What do you think?”

You squeak when he swirled you around. As a reaction you hold on tighter on his strong arms. “I think I never saw you in the crowd making these … rather offending comments about the girls. But I remember seeing you walk around backstage a lot. You seemed quiet but never creepy.”

Bucky huffed a smile. “I’m glad you think that I’m not creepy.”

“I think”, you continued. “I think it was your idea to invite us. But I would like to know, why?” You gave him a sweet and innocent smile.

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip, watching you teasing him with a heated look on his face. “Can’t you answer that question for yourself?”

“I would like to hear it from you.”

His grip around your waist just got a little tighter and as an answer to that your heart started to flutter.

“You were on my mind for quite a while now. Seeing you on stage, dancing like you don’t care about anyone else. And off stage, being such a beautiful but rarely seen face.” Bucky raised his hand to gently cup your cheek. “I wanted to talk to you for a while now but somehow you managed to disappear as soon as you leave the stage.”

“Lucky for you I don’t want to leave anytime soon tonight.” You mumbled. Your mouth went dry and your throat was all tighten up. It was impossible to play it cool, when Bucky looked at you the way he does now.

He looked like he wanted to kiss you. And your thoughts were just screaming for him to do it.

Then someone grabbed your arm painfully.

“My turn now, Barnes.” A dirty man made an effort to pull you away from Bucky. His smile was suggestive and his eyes were only focused on your breasts. You immediately felt dirty and uncomfortable.

“Back off, Jackson.” Bucky thundered with a warning tone in his voice. “Let the lady go. I won’t ask twice.” He stepped between you and the man to protect you from his greedy fingers. Bucky was tall and had a strong frame to hide away behind.

The man - Jackson, laughed loud. “A lady? Pah, this is not a lady. She is just dancing eye candy. A slut in a nice dress.”

A fist met the face of the man and Bucky grabbed the man by the throat to plant another punch.

“You better apologise to her for that or I will make sure that not even your mother can recognise your face, after I’m done with you.” Bucky was not joking. The low warning in his words traveled right into the man’s bones and made him shiver.

“I-I I want to formerly apologise, Madame. Please f-forgive me and my outrageous assumptions.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder, still holding the shivering man by his throat. He waited for your approval. You nodded once.

After the pig of a man trembled out of the bar, the music started playing again and the other guests minded their own business again.

“Are you alright, doll?” Bucky asked concerned and cupped your face to search for something alarming in your face. But instead of that you started to smile.

“You just defended my honor.”

Bucky crooked a smile. “You made it sound like I was a knight in shining armour and not just a man punching a guy in the face.”

“Just my kind of a knight.” You dig your fingers into his uniform, pulling him down to you.

“At your service, ma’am.”

Bucky kissed you and you melted into his arms. You felt him smile against your lips just before he picked you up and swirled you around again.

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Thank you so much for reading! 💙 All interactions are highly appreciated!! (But please don’t copy my work)

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[lanadelspray02]

HOLD ME ANYWAY: CHAPTER 7

paige x azzi

Hey guys, I am going to try and start making the chapters longer as requested :) Let me know if you like it and what you'd like to see! I hope you enjoy.

crossposted ao3 here

masterlist here

wc: 4538

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The morning light bled lazily through the dorm blinds, painting faded stripes across the wall. Paige blinked up at the ceiling, slow and heavy-limbed, her body tangled in too-warm sheets. Her phone was half-buried beside her, the screen dark, abandoned after hours of restless flipping between apps she hadn’t read.

No new messages. Not from her.

She rolled onto her side with a groan, tucking her hand under the pillow. Somewhere in the hallway, Nika's voice carried, teasing someone about being a lightweight at Ted’s last night. Paige tuned it out.

Last night flickered behind her closed eyelids, the blur of neon lights, the heat of bodies pressed together, Azzi's soft laugh melting into the noise. And later: the Uber ride, the porch light catching the curve of Azzi’s smile, her voice barely more than a whisper when she said thanks.

Paige pressed her thumb against her mouth, breathing in through her nose. She was so screwed.

The group chat buzzed, screen lighting up with a series of blurry photos, KK’s failed karaoke performance immortalized forever. Paige let it slide by without a smile.

All she could think about was Azzi, wrapped up in her hoodie, looking at her like, like maybe she didn’t want to run for once. And now? Silence.

Paige flopped onto her back again, huffing out a breath, and stared at the ceiling like it had answers.

“Brooding alert!” Nika’s voice floated through the door, bright and merciless.

Paige flipped her off without lifting her arm. And kept thinking about Azzi anyway.

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The sun was higher by the time Azzi stirred.

She woke slowly, the dull ache behind her eyes pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Her mouth was dry, her shoulders sore, and something small and warm was breathing against her chest.

Ruby.

Azzi blinked blearily at the ceiling, the smell of baby shampoo and soft breath grounding her. She looked down and found her daughter sprawled against her, bunny tucked tight under one arm, tiny face squished into Azzi’s hoodie.

Guilt prickled low in her chest.

She shouldn’t have gone out. Shouldn’t have stayed so long. Shouldn’t have let herself want things that didn’t belong to her.

Ruby shifted, murmuring something in her sleep, and Azzi closed her eyes again, squeezing her tighter.

You’re enough, she reminded herself fiercely. Even when you’re tired. Even when you want stupid things.

A beat passed. Two.

And then, like a floodgate swinging open, Paige’s smile. Paige’s hand steady on her waist. Paige’s voice, low and easy, singing into the chaos of Ted’s like Azzi was the only person in the room.

Azzi swallowed hard against the lump in her throat.

She slid carefully out from under Ruby, tucking the blanket up around her small body, and padded toward the kitchen on aching legs.

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An hour later it was time for breakfast. Ruby climbed onto her booster seat at the table, bunny hanging from her elbow, and blinked up at Azzi with wide, solemn eyes.

“Chockit?” she asked, hopeful.

Azzi huffed a laugh under her breath. “Chocolate pancakes? You trying to give me more guilt, Roo?”

Ruby nodded seriously. “Chockit good.”

Azzi cracked an egg into the bowl, the motion automatic. Mix. Stir. Pour. Flip.

Her mind drifted while the batter sizzled in the pan, back to another morning, not so long ago, when Ruby was only a few weeks old. Azzi remembered sitting at the kitchen table in the dark, Ruby wailing in her arms, the walls of the house feeling like they were caving in.

She had thought, then, that her life was over. That she’d never have anything normal again. College dreams. Basketball. Late nights singing badly at a bar. Soft smiles under porch lights.

All gone. All burned away.

But now... Now Paige Bueckers was in her head, reckless and stubborn and stupidly kind, refusing to be shut out.

Azzi flipped a pancake too hard, splattering batter across the stovetop.

“Mama, messy!” Ruby chirped happily.

Azzi let out a watery laugh and wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. “Yeah, Roo,” she murmured. “Real messy.”

She stacked the pancakes high and set them in front of Ruby, who clapped her hands and immediately tried to drown them in syrup.

Azzi sat across from her, resting her chin in one hand, and watched her daughter devour breakfast with sticky-fingered glee.

She was so small. So fearless.

Azzi wondered when she had lost that.

And, if Paige kept looking at her like that, whether it was possible to find it again.

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Later, when Ruby finally went down for a nap — sprawled across the couch, bunny tucked under her chin, Azzi sat stiff and restless at the kitchen table, her thoughts moving too fast to hold still.

Her phone buzzed.

Caroline Facetime Incoming…

Azzi answered without thinking.

“You alive?” Caroline grinned the moment her face appeared, messy bun falling sideways, blanket half around her shoulders.

Azzi rolled her eyes, leaning her cheek on her fist. “Barely.”

“You looked like you were having fun last night,” Caroline said. “Someone was smiling a lot.”

Azzi gave a half-hearted shrug. “Was I?”

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “You’re not gonna play dumb with me, Fudd. I know that look.”

Azzi didn’t answer, just stared down at her chipped nail polish.

Caroline’s tone gentled. “You wanna talk about it?”

Azzi shook her head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Uh-huh.” Caroline didn’t look convinced. “You’re quiet. That’s when I know something is up.”

Azzi exhaled slowly through her nose.

After a beat, she said, “I think... something’s changing. And I don’t know what to do with it yet.”

Caroline tilted her head. “Changing how?”

Azzi hesitated. “It’s complicated.”

Caroline was silent for a moment — then nodded. “Okay. I get it.”

Azzi looked up, surprised.

“I’ll be here when you're ready,” Caroline said simply. “Just... don’t shut yourself off from something good before you even know what it is.”

Azzi swallowed hard, throat tight. “Yeah.”

Caroline gave her a small smile. “That’s all I’m saying.”

They sat in silence for a few more seconds, the soft sounds of Ruby’s breathing just barely audible in the background.

Then Caroline added, with a smirk: “But when you do spill? I want details.”

Azzi huffed out a reluctant laugh and ended the call before she could say anything she wasn’t ready to.

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By the time the afternoon stretched into long golden shadows across the backyard, Ruby was fully back to her energetic self, barreling across the grass, bunny dangling from one hand, chasing invisible monsters.

Azzi sat on the porch steps, elbows resting on her knees, a half-drunk coffee cooling beside her. She watched Ruby's chaotic movements with a soft ache building in her chest.

The Caroline call had left her raw. Exposed. And now, sitting here, it was too easy to let the doubts crawl back in.

“You thinking too loud again,” Katie said, stepping out onto the porch with a fresh mug of tea.

Azzi shrugged without looking up. “Just tired.”

Katie didn’t press. She lowered herself down beside Azzi, careful, patient, the way she always was when Azzi needed space and didn’t know how to ask for it.

Ruby squealed, spinning herself in dizzy circles.

“Long night?” Katie asked casually.

Azzi snorted under her breath. “Something like that.”

They sat in silence for a while, the easy kind that only existed with people who knew all your worst parts and loved you anyway.

Finally, Azzi spoke, voice low. “There’s… someone.”

Katie said nothing. Just sipped her tea.

“She’s—” Azzi hesitated, gnawing at the inside of her cheek. “Kind. Relentless. She makes me feel like... like maybe I’m allowed to be more than this.”

Katie set her mug down. Turned her full attention to her daughter.

“When you were little,” she said softly, “you used to build towers out of your blocks. Higher and higher, until they always fell over.”

Azzi frowned, confused.

“You hated it,” Katie continued, smiling faintly. “You’d sit there in the rubble, furious. Like the world owed you stability.”

Azzi let out a shaky laugh. “Sounds about right.”

Katie reached over, brushing a strand of hair out of Azzi’s eyes. “You’ve always been scared of anything that feels unstable, Az. Anything that doesn’t come with a guarantee.”

Azzi swallowed hard, throat tight.

“This girl,” Katie said gently, “she’s not a guarantee. She’s a risk.”

Azzi looked down at her hands, fingers knotted together. “I know.”

“But some things…” Katie said, her voice thick with certainty, “some things are worth the risk.”

Azzi blinked fast, fighting the sting behind her eyes.

“What if I’m not enough?” she whispered.

Katie didn’t hesitate. “You’re already enough. For Ruby. For us. For yourself.”

“And for her?” Azzi choked.

Katie smiled, slow and sure. “That’s not a question you have to answer alone.”

Azzi sat there, breathing in the evening air, feeling the warmth of her mother’s hand resting against her back.

Maybe, she thought, some things really were worth breaking for. Maybe.

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Later, when the sun had dipped low and Ruby’s chaotic energy finally burned out, Azzi knelt by the bathtub, sleeves shoved up, wrestling soap through wild curls.

Ruby giggled under the spray of warm water, splashing until Azzi’s hoodie was soaked to the elbows.

“Duckie!” Ruby shrieked, grabbing a plastic duck and launching it across the tub like a tiny missile.

Azzi laughed, catching it on the rebound. “Easy, Roo. I’m not trying to get a concussion tonight.”

She worked carefully through the tangles in Ruby’s hair, fingers gentle despite the day’s exhaustion pulling heavy at her bones.

“Pretty?” Ruby asked solemnly, craning her neck to look up at her.

Azzi’s chest twisted so sharply she almost couldn’t breathe.

“The prettiest,” she said hoarsely, pressing a kiss to Ruby’s damp forehead.

They curled up together afterward, Ruby in her bunny pajamas, clutching her battered stuffed animal; Azzi in clean sweats and an old hoodie, head resting against the couch cushions.

Ruby fell asleep mid-sentence, thumb creeping toward her mouth, breath slow and even against Azzi’s side.

Azzi didn’t move.

She stared out at the darkened backyard, the faint glow of the porch light flickering, and thought about Paige.

Paige, who laughed like gravity didn’t apply to her. Paige, who sang to crowded bars like it mattered who was listening. Paige, who looked at Azzi like she wasn’t broken at all.

Azzi tightened her arm around Ruby, feeling the fierce pulse of love hammering behind her ribs.

Maybe, she thought. Maybe, she could find a way to have both.

She just had to be brave enough to try.

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Monday Morning

The alarm blared at six-thirty sharp, and Azzi jolted awake, heart pounding.

For a second, she thought she was still back at Ted’s, sweaty, half-dizzy, reaching for Paige’s hand in a blur of light and noise.

Then Ruby stirred against her side, mumbling something about pancakes, and the real world clicked back into place.

Azzi exhaled, scrubbing her hands over her face. Back to reality. Back to being the responsible one.

The daycare drop-off was a rush of backpacks and tiny sneakers and promises of post-practice ice cream.

Azzi balanced Ruby on one hip, duffel bag slung over her other shoulder, trying not to spill coffee all over herself as she signed the check-in sheet.

Miss Ella beamed at Ruby. “Morning, superstar!”

Ruby preened, dimples flashing.

Azzi crouched low, setting her gently on the floor. “Be good, Roo. I’ll see you after practice, okay?”

Ruby threw her arms around Azzi’s neck in a sticky, syrup-scented hug.

“Love you, Mama.”

Azzi swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Love you more, baby.”

She stood there for a moment after Ruby skipped away toward the reading corner, watching, breathing, trying to stitch herself back together.

And then she grabbed her keys, tightened her hoodie around her, and drove toward practice.

Toward Paige. Toward all the terrifying possibilities waiting for her.

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The gym smelled like old sweat and new beginnings when Azzi walked in.

The team was already halfway through warmups, sneakers squeaking, balls thudding against polished wood, laughter bouncing off the high ceilings.

Azzi tightened her ponytail and slid into the layup line like she hadn't been spiraling for the past twelve hours.

Keep your head down. Get through it.

Simple.

Across the court, Paige caught sight of her almost immediately.

Azzi felt it, that subtle shift in the air, the way her heart stuttered in her chest even though she forced herself to look away. She focused on the drills, the ball, the squeak of her shoes. Anything but the way Paige’s gaze burned into her skin.

Paige spun a ball lazily between her hands, watching Azzi out of the corner of her eye.

Something was wrong.

Azzi's movements were sharp, mechanical, technically perfect, but missing all the effortless grace Paige had gotten addicted to noticing. No teasing smirks. No light bump of shoulders when they crossed paths. No stolen glances that made Paige's pulse jump.

She wasn’t just focused. She was closed.

During passing drills, Paige tried to joke, tossing a fancy behind-the-back pass toward Azzi’s line, but Azzi barely flicked her eyes at it before passing it off with clinical efficiency.

No smile. No eye contact.

Paige’s gut twisted.

Nika jogged past her mid-drill, clapping her on the shoulder. “Quit staring, lover girl,” she teased under her breath.

Paige shot her a half-hearted glare and dribbled the ball hard against the court.

By the time practice ended, Paige felt like she was vibrating out of her own skin.

Azzi vanished toward the locker room faster than usual, towel slung around her neck, shoulders hunched tight.

Paige stood frozen by the bleachers for a beat too long, sneakers squeaking past her, team chatter filling the space she couldn’t seem to breathe in.

KK jogged by, tossing her a water bottle. "You good, Bueckers?"

"Yeah," Paige lied.

She wasn't.

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The locker room buzzed, showers running, hairdryers whirring, Nika and KK arguing good-naturedly over who needed more recovery time.

Azzi sat at the far end of the benches, lacing her sneakers methodically, eyes fixed on the floor.

Paige watched her for a long moment, heart hammering.

Move, Bueckers. Say something.

She crossed the room slowly, casual on the outside, terrified underneath.

"Hey," she said, voice pitched low.

Azzi glanced up, fingers pausing on her laces.

"Hey," she echoed, neutral.

Paige shuffled her feet, trying to find the right words. "Good practice."

Azzi nodded. "Yeah. You too."

Short. Clipped. A wall six feet thick.

Paige felt the ache bloom sharp in her chest.

"You okay?" she asked finally. "It’s just... you’re pulling away."

Azzi froze, hands tightening into fists.

The noise of the locker room faded into white static.

For a long, agonizing second, Azzi didn’t answer.

Then, so quietly Paige almost missed it: "It’s not you."

Paige’s shoulders sagged with relief and frustration all at once.

"Then what is it?" she asked, stepping closer, lowering her voice even more. "Talk to me, Z."

Azzi’s throat worked as she swallowed hard.

"I’m trying not to want something I know I can’t have," she said, the words cracking halfway out of her.

Paige’s heart twisted. "You think you can’t have me?" she asked, stunned.

Azzi flinched, looking away. "It’s complicated."

"I’m not asking for simple," Paige said softly. "I’m just asking for honest."

Azzi looked up then, really looked, and what Paige saw in her eyes wasn’t rejection. It was fear. It was longing.

It was everything Paige had been hoping for.

"I’m still here," Paige said, voice steady even though her whole body was shaking. "Even if you're scared. Even if you're not ready."

Azzi stared at her, breathing hard.

And then, slowly, almost like it hurt, she nodded.

Paige didn’t push. Didn’t reach for her. She just smiled, small and real, and turned away, giving Azzi the space she clearly needed.

But inside, her heart was soaring.

Because for the first time, Azzi hadn’t shut the door.

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Later that night, Paige lay sprawled across her dorm bed, her phone resting on her chest, a forgotten documentary playing low on the laptop across the room.

Nika poked her head in the door, toothbrush dangling from her mouth.

"You good?" she asked around the foam.

Paige hesitated.

And then, because if she couldn’t tell Nika, she couldn’t tell anyone, she nodded.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I think I am."

Nika grinned around the toothbrush. "Knew you were whipped."

Paige threw a pillow at her head.

But later, when the dorm was quiet and the hallway lights buzzed faintly, Paige whispered into the dark:

"I’m not giving up."

Not now. Not ever.

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Across town, Azzi lay curled on her side in the dark, Ruby snoring softly against her back.

She closed her eyes and let herself remember the way Paige had looked at her today, steady, patient, safe.

For the first time in a long, long time, she didn’t feel like she was drowning alone.

She didn’t feel like a mistake.

She didn’t feel like she had to run.

Maybe... Maybe she didn’t have to protect herself from everything.

Maybe she could choose something for herself, too.

Azzi pressed her face into the pillow, heart thudding painfully in her chest.

"I think I want you anyway," she whispered into the silence.

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The library was quieter than usual that afternoon, the soft whir of laptops and the occasional cough the only sounds filling the wide open study floor. Light streamed through the high windows, dust motes drifting lazily in the beams.

Azzi hunched over a heavy textbook at a table near the back, highlighters uncapped but forgotten, one knee bouncing under the desk. Caroline sat across from her, flipping absentmindedly through notes, while Ines scribbled furiously beside her, earbuds tucked loosely into one ear.

"You’re not even reading," Caroline said after a moment, voice pitched low in teasing amusement.

Azzi startled, snapping the book shut and tucking her hands under her thighs like a guilty kid.

"I’m trying," she mumbled, cheeks heating.

Caroline arched a perfectly skeptical eyebrow. "You’ve been staring at the same page for, like, twenty minutes."

Ines pulled out one earbud, grinning. "Bet she’s thinking about a certain someone."

Azzi slumped forward onto the table with a groan. "Can you two not?"

Caroline leaned in, chin propped on her hand, eyes dancing. "We’re just observing facts. Like good teammates."

Azzi hesitated, chewing on the inside of her cheek. The words burned in her throat, sharp and terrifying.

But maybe... maybe if she said it out loud, it would feel less impossible.

"I..." She ducked her head, voice barely above a whisper. "I like her."

Caroline and Ines exchanged a victorious high five across the table.

Azzi scowled half-heartedly. "I mean it. It’s not, it’s not a crush. It feels... bigger."

Caroline’s smile softened instantly. "We know."

Ines set her pen down, folding her arms across the table. "So what’s stopping you?"

Azzi fiddled with the zipper on her hoodie, tugging it up and down anxiously. "I’m scared," she admitted finally. "She’s... different. It’s not just about me anymore."

Something flickered across Caroline’s face, understanding, sharp and quiet.

"You’re scared of letting her in," she said gently. "Of letting anyone in."

Azzi nodded miserably.

"And of what she might find if she looks too close," Ines added, voice equally soft.

Azzi flinched, fingers tightening on the zipper.

Caroline reached across the table, squeezing her wrist lightly. "Hey. You’re allowed to want something good. You deserve something good."

Azzi swallowed hard.

She opened her mouth, almost ready to spill everything, and then shut it again. Not yet. Not until she knew what this was, what it could be.

"It’s complicated," she said instead, voice cracking on the edges.

Caroline and Ines didn’t push. Didn’t demand.

They just smiled, easy, patient.

"So go tell her," Ines said, nudging Azzi’s foot under the table. "Before she thinks you don’t care."

Azzi followed their gaze.

Across the library, a few tables over, Paige was sprawled in a chair with KK and Nika and Aubrey, a messy tangle of laptops, notebooks, and basketballs. Paige had a pencil tucked behind her ear and a faint crease between her eyebrows as she scribbled something furiously on a worksheet.

Azzi’s heart kicked hard against her ribs.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, took a breath, and pushed to her feet.

"I’m gonna throw up," she muttered under her breath.

Caroline snickered. "Iconic. Go."

Azzi shot them both a withering look and made her way across the library, every step feeling like a slow-motion walk through quicksand.

Paige noticed her immediately, because of course she did.

Her head snapped up, blue eyes wide and startled, pencil dropping from behind her ear onto the table with a clatter.

KK and Nika immediately exchanged grins so obnoxious Azzi could feel the secondhand embarrassment radiating off them.

"Hey," Azzi said, voice steady only by sheer force of will.

"Hey," Paige echoed, sitting up straighter, trying, and failing, to look casual.

Azzi tugged at the strap of her backpack.

"I, um. I was wondering if..." She cleared her throat. "If you could help me with this stats assignment? I’m.... kinda lost."

KK made a dramatic gagging noise behind her hand.

Paige glared at her, then turned back to Azzi, softening immediately.

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "Of course. Sit."

Azzi slid into the empty seat beside her, careful to keep a respectable distance, even though her body was practically vibrating with nerves.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Caroline and Ines giving her enthusiastic thumbs-ups like total idiots.

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They started with math.

Or, rather, Paige tried to explain probability formulas while Azzi stared at the curve of her wrist as she wrote, the soft fall of her hair into her eyes, the way she stuck her tongue out slightly when she concentrated.

Paige nudged her lightly with an elbow after a few minutes.

"You’re not listening," she teased, voice warm.

Azzi flushed to the roots of her hair. "Sorry. I’m... distracted."

Paige chuckled, low and rough. "I’m flattered."

Azzi twisted the hem of her hoodie between her fingers, heart hammering so loud she was sure Paige could hear it.

"Actually," she blurted out, "I didn’t come over just for help."

Paige froze, pencil stilling mid-scribble.

Azzi forced herself to keep going, voice shaking only a little. "I want to get to know you. For real. If you still want to."

Paige turned toward her fully, resting her elbow on the table and propping her chin in her hand.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said softly, grinning.

Azzi exhaled a shaky laugh, tension bleeding out of her shoulders.

"It’s weird," she admitted. "I barely know you. But it’s like... I’ve been drawn to you since the start."

Paige’s smile turned gentle, almost wonderstruck. "Yeah," she said. "Me too."

They sat there for a moment, the hum of the library fading into a soft, easy silence between them.

"Maybe we could hang out after practice Friday?" Paige offered, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. "My dorm's usually pretty chill."

Azzi smiled, real and wide, her dimples peeking through.

"I’d like that."

Just as Paige reached for her notebook again, Azzi’s phone buzzed against the table, screen lighting up with a familiar name.

Facetime Incoming: Mum

But it wasn’t Katie’s face frozen on the screen, it was Ruby, tiny and bright-eyed, waving the phone with both hands like it was a toy.

Azzi’s heart lurched. Panic flared bright and sudden.

Without thinking, she flipped the phone face-down and shoved it toward the far edge of the table, fingers trembling.

Paige’s eyebrows lifted slightly, noticing, but she didn’t say anything.

Azzi forced a smile, reaching for her pen. "Sorry. Mum stuff."

She quickly thumbed a text under the table: Sorry! At study group. Home soon.

When she glanced up, Paige was still watching her, not suspicious, exactly, but… curious. Soft.

Azzi’s chest tightened painfully.

She didn’t want to lie. Not to Paige.

But she wasn’t ready to hand her whole life over yet either.

"Everything okay?" Paige asked quietly.

Azzi nodded too quickly. "Yeah. Just… distractions."

Paige smiled, small and knowing. "Distractions I can work with."

And somehow, just like that, the tension eased.

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They bent over their worksheets again, shoulders almost brushing, pencils scratching against paper.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Azzi let herself imagine what it would feel like to stop running.

Maybe, Just maybe, She didn’t have to be scared of everything forever.

The study session faded slowly into a quiet rhythm, the sun slanting lower through the tall windows, casting warm orange light across the bookshelves. Around them, the rest of the team packed up one by one, KK loudly declaring she was “done being intellectual” for the week, Nika dragging her into a debate about comma splices, and Aubrey quietly collecting her things with a smile and a wave.

But Paige and Azzi stayed.

Their books remained open, pages half-flipped, pencils abandoned somewhere between a math formula and a doodle of a basketball with a smiley face Paige had sketched without realizing.

Azzi leaned forward, chin resting on her folded arms. "Feels like everything’s moving really fast," she said softly.

Paige turned toward her, her voice equally low. "We don’t have to rush. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for."

Azzi smiled, a little lopsided. "I want to know who you are when you're not on the court. Off the highlight reels. Just… Paige."

Paige looked down, a little shy for once. "I want that too."

Azzi hesitated, then nodded toward the clock. "Friday still good?"

Paige grinned. "I’ll even clean my dorm."

Azzi laughed. "That’s bold."

They packed up slowly, lingering even as their bags were zipped and chairs pushed in.

Paige bumped her shoulder against Azzi’s on the way out, and Azzi didn’t pull away.

That night, Paige lay sprawled across her bed, arms folded under her head, a lazy smile stretched across her lips.

She scrolled through her texts, rereading the last message Azzi had sent.

Azzi: Thanks for helping me today. And for being patient.

Paige: You make it easy.

She hesitated over the keyboard for a long moment before typing again.

Paige: Friday. Me + you + snacks + vibes. Deal?

The reply came seconds later.

Azzi: Deal.

Paige tucked the phone under her pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

Somehow, knowing that Azzi wanted to try, even if she was still scared, felt like enough for now.

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Meanwhile, across town, Azzi sat on the edge of her bed in a quiet room lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight.

Ruby was curled up beside her, bunny tucked under her chin, cheeks flushed from sleep.

Azzi held her phone loosely in her hands, thumb brushing over the words Paige had sent.

Her chest felt too full.

Not just with fear. But with hope.

She leaned over and pressed a kiss to the crown of Ruby’s head.

Then, quietly, like a secret between them, she whispered:

"She’s not what I expected."

Ruby stirred faintly in her sleep, and Azzi smiled.

"But I think I like her anyway."

[vonbabbitt]

i found the chiba loredrop i sent to my staff thirty years ago. enjoy

CHIBA!!!! so chiba was born in a pretty broke family as an only child. she was always a super peppy kid with a lot of energy and so she made friends pretty easily and generally had a good time. she got along with her dad but he wasnt super involved, mostly the type that sees child-rearing as a woman's job and left most of the work to chiba's mom while he did Guy Stuff like drink and watch tv and go to work and sometimes chat with his daughter! chibas mom was also very old-fashioned so she didnt mind because she had pretty much the same mindset! so she'd do the cooking and cleaning and raising chiba while her dad would just kinda go to work and hang around. they were mad broke. neither of her parents were SUPER affectionate towards her and her mom was a bit more focused with making sure she stayed out of trouble than making sure she was happy, so while she was allowed to go run around and be a kid, she wasnt really allowed to do anything that would get her super dirty or disturb her parents

when chiba was about four, her mom got this idea in her head that she would be a fantastic child actor (and it would also pull their family out of debt which would be great!) so she starts taking chiba to auditions and local theatre and trying to get her an agent and such and such. chibas not really into acting but she likes meeting all the new people and she likes playing pretend so she really doesnt mind! except soon the push for chiba to act starts working and she starts getting cast in stuff. shes cute and extroverted and energetic so of course shed be good in an instant noodle commercial or whatever tf. the point is that she starts getting work and starts appearing on tv! her family starts making a bit of money and her mom starts pushing HARD to get her into bigger roles. this means that she also starts getting a lot stricter. chiba gets pulled out of school because theres no time for school when she has to be on set. tutours only. her mom starts making sure she's always dressed well and her hair is always neat and shes always clean and tidy and most importantly, always smiling! because its cute and makes her look approachable and pleasant to work with!

so by the time chiba is six, the push is going well. shes getting minor roles in random shows here and there, usually as an extra or minor character, nothing super massive but its definitely something. shes honestly kind of over the whole thing by now though. she misses being at school and seeing her friends. she misses getting to go out and play whenever she wants. she does not really like acting! but money is coming in fast and offers are coming in fast and her mom is not ready to lose the good life quite yet. her dad doesnt really notice or care cuz hes not that involved. but chiba is starting to burn out and its starting to show in her performance. her mom does basically everything she can think of - shes taking her to extra acting classes, shes trying to bribe her with toys and gifts, shes scolding her for not being upbeat enough - nothing is really working for her, sooooooo

at age seven, chibas mom puts her on caffeine pills! its fine cuz theyre only caffeine its not like its meth or anything.......is chibas moms defence. but chiba starts taking caffeine pills to boost her performance and now shes back in action. shes usually pretty exhausted but the important part is that shes awake and shes peppy and shes acting. huzzah!

so chiba is getting more and more popular and shes ending up on a lot of TV shows, usually shows aimed at other kids, which she thinks is neat because its almost like shes talking to other kids again but not really but still! so shes doing a lot of television and her family is making BIG money now. they move to a very nice place in kyoto on chiba's dime and from there her career is allowed to REALLY skyrocket because shes basically living in the media capitol now. shes on set constantly, her face is everywhere and shes hustling hard. its around age nine that chiba starts getting a bit bigger (because. yknow, age) and her mom does not love that. if chibas entire appeal is that shes a little angel baby girl, how can she get bigger? shes gotta stay small! so this is where chibas mom has a super brilliant idea: chiba should start smoking! nicotine is an appetite suppressant and chiba needs to keep thin, so smoking it is! chiba ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATES IT, which she expresses, but then her mom cries and starts going on about how horrible of a mother she is and chiba feels bad so THE SMOKING BEGINS.

when chiba gets to be about twelve, her career is in full swing and shes picked up her first regular sitcom role as a lead, which is huge news. her family is ROLLING in money now and theres no way theyre ever going to give that up so shes basically locked into the industry for life. the only problem is that......shes twelve! so now puberty begins! chiba realizes her body is starting to change and FLIPS THE FUCK OUT BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO LOOK LIKE A KID FOREVER THATS HER ENTIRE APPEAL IN THE INDUSTRY. sooooooo

chiba starts taking diet pills! now on a steady diet of diet pills, caffeine and cigarettes, you can probably imagine that chibas doing just fkin fantastic! shes a good actor of course, so very little of this ever goes noticed by anyone, because she does a very good job of appearing cheerful and peppy and healthy! but the fact is that shes horribly, HORRIBLY malnourished and exhausted and suffering from a lot of physical and mental health problems. however, shes making a LOT of money, so her mom just keeps encouraging her to keep going and telling her how happy their family is now that they have money and crying every time chiba talks about wanting to quit until chiba feels guilty and backs down. huzzah!

chiba is basically dead inside by this point. she just feels empty and sad and hungry all the time. this is when she starts realizing that the world she gets to live in on her sitcom - happy mom, happy dad, two big brothers who love her, funny plots and family love and yadda yadda - is a lot more appealing than her actual life! so if she could just be that character in that world forever, wouldnt that be awesome? so thats basically what she does! chiba starts just kinda playing pretend all the time. shes a little girl! life is good as a little girl! shes happy as a little girl! nothing bad or scary ever happens to her on tv, so if she can be that person from tv, nothing bad or scary will ever happen to her in real life either! all those insecurities she has about her body? her huge huge fear of ever appearing adult or being looked at in an adult way? no problem! shes a little girl!

+5 years and then shes in the killing game

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Take Me, I'm Yours

Regina George x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+. Fingering (Reader receiving), oral (Regina receiving), use of strap (Reader receiving), nipple play (Regina receiving) power bottom Regina George, passive top Reader, car sex, rough sex.

Request:

Pleasssseemore of Regina George/rene smut

Synopsis:

College!AU where the Reader is in Theatre and she plays Juliet in Romeo and Juliet. Also, Reader is an English major who very playfully and casually quotes dirty things in Shakespeare play and sonnets. Which Regina secretly loves.

Mean Girls requests are open.

Even though Regina was (Y/n)'s girlfriend, Cady and Janis found it surprising when she found herself a seat beside them to watch the school production of 'Romeo and Juliet.' (Y/n) was going to play the lead, Juliet, while her friend, Marco, was to be Romeo. If this was high school, Regina would have refused to show her face at a function such as this, but this was college. Plus, Regina was excited to see (Y/n) perform. She knew just how much (Y/n) loved the work of Shakespeare. She loved it to the point that she would bring it into any conversation they were having if possible.

As the theatre grew dark the curtains lifted revealing a narrator, speaking about fair Verona. Regina leaned close to Cady, who was sitting beside her. "When does Juliet come in?" She questioned softly, trying to keep her voice a whisper. She really wished she could fast-forward all of the parts that (Y/n) wasn't in. She began to wonder if that was rude of her, but she stayed in place, waiting for an answer. After all, she came for one reason, and one reason only, to see the star of this show: her girlfriend.

Cady glanced over at Janis before leaning towards Regina in order to respond. "She's going to enter with her nurse. It'll be a little while. Just sit back and enjoy." Cady told her, gaining a slight side-eye. Still, Regina listened, leaning back in her seat as she tried to understand what they were saying on stage. They were using the old English version. There were a few words and phrases she was catching onto due to (Y/n), and her infinity of saying little Shakespearean phrases whenever she was excited or whenever she wanted to have sex (which was a bit off-putting at first, but Regina found it cute).

"Nurse, where is my daughter? Call her forth to me." Regina sat up slightly, hoping that this would be the scene that was finally revealed (Y/n). She was able to identify the fact that the woman speaking was a Capulet due to her red dress. (Y/n) had explained one night that Capulets wore red while Montagues wore blue. This was so the audience could tell who was who on stage. Right now, Regina just felt incredibly intelligent for knowing this fact and it made her smirk to herself slightly as she awaited (Y/n) to eventually show up.

Just as Cady said, it was the nurse who appeared first, looking frantic. "Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old, I bade her come.—What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid. Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!" She called out, and Regina felt herself grow in excitement. Anytime she attended any of (Y/n)'s performances, she felt like she could barely sit in her seat when she had the feeling (Y/n) was about to appear on stage. She just loved seeing (Y/n) shine, and it was clear that the stage was where (Y/n) belonged. Regina would move to New York so (Y/n) could star on Broadway if (Y/n) asked.

Regina burst into a proud grin as (Y/n) entered the stage, her hair curled as she looked at her nurse. "How now, who calls?" It was her opening line, and now that play that was boring Regina had her hooked. One could argue that it was because (Y/n) was Regina's girlfriend that Regina had a newfound interest in the play, and Regina could not argue against that. She wouldn't dare to. Not when (Y/n) looked so beautiful on the stage. Cady and Janis looked over at Regina, who was now leaning forward, clearly interested. The action made Janis shake her head with a grin as she found Cady's hand and took hold of it.

After the play, Regina left briefly to retrieve the bouquet of roses she had bought from her car. As (Y/n) departed from the back, now wearing leggings and a sweatshirt with their college's name embroidered on the front, she ran into Regina's arms. "Hey, baby," Regina greeted as her arms wrapped around (Y/n). She was careful to not crush the flowers as she pulled away to kiss (Y/n). This action was quickly reciprocated. "You did so good up there. I got these roses for you." Regina said, passing the bouquet over to (Y/n) who lit up over the fact Regina brought her flowers.

"I'm glad you thought so. I was so nervous you wouldn't enjoy the performance. Normally, the school does more of the modern plays, but I suggested a classic. I wanted Hamlet, but this one is just as exciting. And! Thank you for the flowers." (Y/n) felt her cheeks turn red as she rambled on, Regina leading her to the car to drive them back to their apartment. "I'm sorry for rambling, I'm just really excited you enjoyed it."

Regina opened the door for her, kissing her cheek softly. "Don't apologize for rambling, my love. It's cute. And, how could I not enjoy it when you did so fucking fantastic tonight. You're born for the stage." Regina complimented as (Y/n) settled in her seat. She closed the door before heading to the driver's seat. Despite being the obvious bottom, little spoon between the two, she is not the passenger princess. She just enjoyed driving and having a sense of control over what she was doing. Even as a bottom, she commanded (Y/n) what she wanted and how she wanted everything done.

"Can I share something about another Shakespeare play, or are you all Shakespeared out?" She questioned curiously, looking over at Regina, who shook her head in a way to allow (Y/n) to continue. In response, (Y/n) straightened herself up as she cleared her throat. The action caused Regina to eye her suspiciously knowing some kind of dirty quote might come out of her sweet and almost innocent (if it wasn't for the Shakespeare filth quotes) girlfriend. "In Hamlet, when Ophelia says to him, 'You are keen, my lord, you are keen.' She meant that he was, well, horny. In response, he says, 'It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.' Regina, I am keen."

A giant smirk twisted the edge of Regina's lips on her usual 'serious driving' face. Looking over for a brief moment, she had to bite down on the ever-growing upturning of her lips. "After seeing you on stage, I am 'keen,' too." She responded, causing (Y/n) to look over with a grin. "Isn't this the part where you say your Hamlet quote to me?" Regina teased as parked in her parking spot, her teeth still tugging at her bottom lip, wishing that it was (Y/n)'s bottom lip they were tugging on instead.

(Y/n) leaned back into her spot, unbuckling so she could turn to Regina more comfortably. "You're right, how rude of me not to respond properly. Regina, 'it would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.'" She said softly before moving the roses to the backseat carefully. Once she faced Regina, and the blonde had unbuckled, Regina's hands were slipped into (Y/n)'s leggings while (Y/n)'s hands were pushed up into Regina's shirt. They've both been here before, ravaging each other in their car as if they couldn't get caught.

Regina was quick in her actions to rub (Y/n)'s clit, wishing the girl was riding her face so she couldn't only feel how wet she was for her, but there was a chance she could taste it, too. However, the moan that had escaped (Y/n)'s lips made her forget her wish as she began to allow two fingers to slip in between the lips of (Y/n)'s pussy, teasing her momentarily. "Please, princess," (Y/n) whined pitifully, and Regina slipped her fingers in at the request. Anything for her future favorite Broadway star, right? The glass slowly began to fog as (Y/n) moaned in pleasure as she successfully unclasped Regina's bra from under her shirt, making Regina's nipples more accessible to her fingers. As (Y/n) cried out in pleasure because of Regina's fingers, Regina herself began to moan as (Y/n)'s fingers pinched and played with her hardened nipples.

It wasn't long before (Y/n) felt herself grow closer to her orgasm. "Regina, please, I'm so close." (Y/n) whimpered as her lips found Regina's the car windows around them were officially fogged. Normally, Regina would make her beg for her orgasm. But tonight was (Y/n)'s night, so anything she wanted, she was going to get. (Y/n) moaned loudly as Regina allowed her to cum on her fingers, the girl arching her back, her legs shaking slightly. A string of curses fell from her lips, but Regina could only focus on how pretty the girl's lips were.

Regina helped (Y/n) ride out her high before removing her fingers and sucking them clean. "Let's go inside, baby. I'll get you all cleaned up and we can watch a movie." Regina said softly as (Y/n)'s breathing became more leveled. She fixed her bra by just removing it from under her shirt, not caring if anyone saw her carry it into her house. Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss to (Y/n)'s forehead, grabbing the roses from the backseat.

"Or, when we get inside, I can undress you, and eat you out." (Y/n) said, her words unusually bold, her voice still scratchy from her moans. Her chest was still heaving despite her catching her breath, but presumably because she was nervous and starting to breathe quicker once more. She expected Regina to say no because they typically did it in Regina's way. Which (Y/n) usually loved. She still wanted Regina to have control, but for a moment, she wanted to be the bold one. "I need to taste you, princess."

Her words caused a shiver to spread down Regina's spine as she glanced back with a smirk. "Okay, baby, let's do it then. Take me to the bedroom, and eat me out until I can't take it anymore." Regina leaned in, pressing a hungry kiss to (Y/n)'s lips before they pulled away, practically rising to their apartment. Their clothes were scattered on the apartment floor, but the roses were put neatly on the counter. As Regina fell backward onto the bed, she looked up with a smirk. "Take me, I'm yours." She whispered as (Y/n) kissed her deeply. The kiss was messy and their teeth clashed together as their tongues fought for dominance before (Y/n) pulled away.

(Y/n) left wet, bruising kisses down Regina's body, just the way the blonde liked it as she reached Regina's pussy. It wasn't long before (Y/n)'s tongue swirled along Regina's clit as she began to suck. Regina's back arched instinctively as she moaned loudly. When (Y/n) moved to begin eating Regina out as if she was her last meal, her finger took her tongue's place on her clit. "Fuck, baby, just like that." Regina's hands cupped her breasts, needing to do something with her hands as (Y/n)'s tongue swirled in her. Regina felt her heartbeat thrumming in her chest as (Y/n) made her forget her own name for a moment.

As Regina found herself growing closer, her legs began to shake as her moans came out more frequently. Her back arched more as she subconsciously began to grind on (Y/n)'s tongue. She loved the feeling of (Y/n)'s tongue and she knew soon their tastes would mingle when they kissed. "I'm so close, baby," she cried out to (Y/n), her hips stuttering, as she tried to hold herself back, wanting (Y/n) to tell her when to cum. It was the only time Regina relented control. It was something they both liked, holding each other's orgasms captive as they completely took away their ability to think straight.

"Cum for me, princess," (Y/n) instructed. Regina did so, crying out (Y/n)'s name. They forget if they have neighbors or not, but they don't care either. Regina's hips bucked as (Y/n)'s nose briefly hit her sensitive clit as she cleaned up all of Regina. Regina rode out her high on (Y/n)'s tongue, her eyes rolling back as she swore she could see stars. As (Y/n) finished, she kissed Regina deeply. Quickly, Regina reciprocated, mingling the taste of each other and moaning at their perfect concoction.

(Y/n) went to pull away in order to run their usual aftercare bath and to get Regina water, but the blonde stopped her. "No, I'm not done with you. If it's okay with you, I bought something you've been wanting to try." Regina was still shaky but stable enough to retrieve the strap from her nightstand. (Y/n) looked at Regina in shock as she grinned slowly. "I want you to ride me," Regina said, her voice echoing in (Y/n)'s mind.

(Y/n) swallowed thickly before she licked her drying lips. "I want to ride you, too." With the consent given, Regina began putting the harness on before inviting (Y/n) to climb on. (Y/n) grew even more wet as she did so before sliding on. The contact made pushed the harness down into Regina's sensitive clit, causing her to force herself not to buck her hips. (Y/n) moaned loudly as Regina's strap filled her up. "Oh, fuck," she cursed loudly, biting her lip. "Tell me when I can start." Her voice was shaky as she tried to wait, finding it hard as pleasure filled her up.

"You can start, baby," Regina told her before watching in amazement as her girlfriend bounced on the strap, her boobs bouncing with her. She couldn't help but moan, too at the perfect contact it made with her. (Y/n) cried for Regina, feeling like she was on Cloud 9. She was almost ashamed to say that her orgasm was coming much too quickly for her liking. But she continued to ride.

"I'm close, Regina. I'm already so fucking close." (Y/n) felt her body shake and her back arch as she grew closer to the orgasm she desperately tried to hold back. Regina moaned at her words, trying to think straight for a response. Instead, she mustered up a 'not yet' causing (Y/n) to cry out. Regina was desperate to cum with her as the two grew close. Their moans mingled in the air as (Y/n) took all of the length in proudly. She was beginning to wonder if she could resist this orgasm as her eyes screwed closed and her head fell back. Sweat beaded on her forehead before she finally heard Regina say it.

"Cum, baby. I'm cumming with you," Regina told her as she released with (Y/n). Their lips fell together, causing them to swell. (Y/n) stayed for a long moment on the strap as she shook in pleasure, bouncing every now and again to ride out her high. The action caused them both to moan every time. As (Y/n) removed herself, her chest still heaved. Regina kissed her softly before cleaning the strap and putting it away. "You wait here, baby. I'm going to get our bath ready and get us water."

(Y/n) couldn't refuse, her legs wouldn't allow her to walk anyways. Instead, she lay there, attempting to catch her breath as the sound of running water hit her ears and Regina grabbed her a water bottle. "You were amazing," (Y/n) complimented softly, her words barely coming out, her thoughts still trying to become coherent. Regina smiled over at her as they began to drink their water. "I wasn't expecting the strap, but I will say I am very grateful for it. I also liked that it was the one we picked out together." She said, activating one of their aftercare routines: talking about their time. It was important to communicate their feelings about sex.

Regina smiled over at her with a twinkle in her eyes. "I wanted to get it for you since it was opening night and you had been working so hard. I'm so proud of you, my star. And, I liked it, too." Regina pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek. "Now, let's go get in that bath before it overflows," Regina said with a teasing smile. She helped (Y/n) to the bath where they soaked their bathtub wine in a bath full of bubbles. It was the perfect end to a perfect day for the both of them.

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Summary: And everything was going so well.

Word Count: 5,589

Warnings: Day drinking, arranged marriage, complicated family relationships, Walburga Black and her typical bullshit, If I've forgotten something don't hesitate to let me know

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A/N: So, I fucked up just a little bit, and when I posted this part last Friday it was from an older version. I literally edited and posted a version of this chapter from several edits ago, and didn't realize it. This continued on to the second chapter, which I posted today, and then I panicked and made both chapters private posts until I got home from work. Either way, it's fixed now and you can expect chapter three next Friday.

As the eldest daughter of an ancient pureblood family, (Y/N) Grey had an understanding, from a very young age, that she was to be watched constantly. Every move made, every stray comment – if such a thing even existed, every piece of clothing worn, would be observed, and then judged. From that judgment, an opinion would be formed. This opinion, once formed, could not, and would not, be easily changed, and this opinion, this opinion based on nearly nothing, would determine how not only how (Y/N)’s life would go, but the lives of her siblings – her older brother’s, and later her younger sister’s, lives and reputations would, at least in part, be determined by her own actions.

It was this very opinion, in fact, that every young witch’s reputation was based on. As far as anyone within the acceptable families in society were concerned, (Y/N) could have killed a man in cold blood in the middle of Diagon Alley during broad daylight, and she still would have been seen as a respectable young lady from the right sort of family with a good upbringing, so long as she was careful not step outside of her predetermined place in society.

In order to make absolutely certain that the family name ‘Grey’ remained in the good graces of the so-called Sacred 28 (and, as her grandmother had so often reminded her, might one day join the rest of the 28 on the pureblood registry), there were certain things that were expected of her. Certain behaviors and actions were highly encouraged - and others were actively discouraged, if not outright forbidden.

When she was only three years old, (Y/N)’s mother, Anne Grey (née. Bulstrode), had signed her daughter up for ballet lessons. When little (Y/N), with wide innocent eyes and an inquisitive tilt to her head, had asked her mother why, why she had to have ballet lessons while her much-adored older brother was permitted to take fencing lessons, her mother’s answer was simple: “To help you become more graceful.”, this response was paired with a firm guiding hand on the young girl’s back as the mother and daughter entered the large open studio for the first time.

Her mother’s answer was one far too simple for (Y/N) to understand at the time, but it didn’t matter. As always, (Y/N) did as was expected of her. In time, she came to enjoy those lessons. It was one of the few times she wasn’t being watched by the predatory gazes of the 28 - who took every moment to look for any perceived misdeed, and reveled  in the destruction of their victim’s reputation.

Her instructor for those lessons had been a squib born to a pureblood family who, when she showed no talent for magic, had sent her to live with a distant cousin in far-off Russia. She had had no talent for magic, true enough, but had excelled in ballet under the careful tutelage of her government-sponsored instructor, and soon found herself travelling the world as part of the renowned Bolshoi Ballet. 

Now unable to perform after having broken her ankle some years back, Madame Markova, as she was known to her students, taught ballet to young girls from families like hers. She did not envy them, she did not coddle them. Instead, she welcomed muggle girls into her classes as well, forcing women who, like her mother, placed too much value in blood purity to swallow their pride if they wanted their daughters in her class. And they did.

It was for this reason, and this reason alone, that (Y/N) had decided almost immediately after meeting her new instructor that she liked her very much - it took a special kind of person to leave Druella Black speechless as she had been the first morning when she was given a thorough scolding from the other woman, who had told her, when Druella criticized Narcissa’s form to “...either do better yourself, or keep that ugly mouth of yours shut and let my girls learn,”. 

The older woman had a way about her that prompted terror at the very thought of letting her down, and every girl in her class did her best to prevent such a devastating thing from ever happening. In turn, Madame Markova taught her girls to be the best – as she had been – and would allow no outside interference in her methods. After all, it was of the utmost importance to women like Walburga Black and her cousin Druella that the children of the 28 were given the very best, taught by the very best, and, in some situations, even they had to make an exception to their own self-imposed code of bigotry. Specifically, if the best of the best made it quite clear what would happen otherwise.

Other things that (Y/N) needed to learn, however, were able to be taught by witches and wizards either unwilling or unable to stand up to the 28. (Y/N)’s etiquette lessons, her horseback riding lessons, and just about anything else that it was decided in some arbitrary fashion that good daughters of wealthy pureblood families with the right sort of upbringing should learn in order to be considered respectable young ladies with a good upbringing, were taught by wizarding tutors approved of and used by members of the 28.

The result was that anything and everything said in those lessons would, eventually, get back to the rest of the 28. Even so, (Y/N) could usually count on her tutors, to some extent, being willing to indulge her whims, so long as she had a proper chaperone, in fear of upsetting any member of the 28 – even, maybe especially, the children whose mothers would conveniently arrange for their disappearance.

(Y/N), eventually accompanied by her younger sister Claire, would often be permitted to roam the winding trails of the forest on their family’s property. Their half-terrified instructor trailing behind them afraid of what might happen to him if one of the girls was to be injured, even on accident.

(Y/N) and her older brother, Kieran, before Hogwarts, had been allowed to act out various scenes from the older boy’s history of magic textbooks. Their play fighting with wooden swords and play wands, enchanted to give the illusion of giving off harmless ribbons of light, clashing as the duo rounded the corners of the many hallways of their parents’ large manor home, often startling unsuspecting servants or men visiting their father on business. When, inevitably, one of them tripped, usually Kieran after tripping over his own feet or getting his wooden sword caught in (Y/N)’s skirt, their mother would rush to their aid from either the library or the drawing room to make sure her oldest two were alright. Occasionally little Claire would toddle out after her and would start giggling and pointing her fingers in delight at the mess that was made, and everyone would dissolve into fits of laughter.

As Claire got older and was able to keep up with her older siblings’ adventures, the three would often sneak off to the kitchens – to help the house elves or the kitchen maids with decorating little cakes and pastries, or to steal a biscuit or two and make sure they were good enough to be served. Mrs. Turner would always scold them for it, claiming they would spoil their appetites, all the while fighting a smile from overtaking her face as the siblings would grasp their spoils, wrapped neatly in a clean handkerchief, and scamper off to enjoy the treats in the garden.

It wasn’t any of this that really caused a problem for (Y/N). Her life, especially her early childhood, was comfortable and filled with wonderful memories.

Her father, Joseph, made a good living working for the ministry and was able to spoil his children with the money he had inherited as the heir to the Grey family when his father had passed. Both the London townhouse and the country estate were fully staffed with freed house elves and human servants alike, ready and willing to cater to the family’s every whim.

Anne spent her time volunteering at various charitable organizations, hosting dinner parties, and having beautiful dresses for any and every occasion made. If she wasn’t addressing invitations in the library or having a dress of the latest fashion fitted in her dressing room, she would usually be found in the drawing room embroidering, or reading, or entertaining her younger daughter with stories of adventure and romance or beautiful red sparkles the same way she had (Y/N) and Kieran when they had been little.

Kieran, while a few years older than (Y/N), had been incredibly close to his sister. It was the two of them against the world, especially when one of them needed an excuse to avoid one of the many social events the 28 held, and that they were expected to attend.

(Y/N)’s darling baby sister Claire, nearly eleven years younger, was the wild child of the three. Brave and adventurous, she lived to cause trouble, always wreaking havoc on the hosts of the dinner parties and galas (Y/N) and her family would attend. Never anything too awful, mostly it was harmless fun, but the one time, when Claire had decided to let a few pixies loose in the Black family’s ballroom during their annual Black and White gala, it was a complete and utter disaster. It was lucky for Claire, and the rest of her family too, that Orion, strange man that he is, found the entire situation rather funny. Had he not, it would have been a rather disturbing evening for little Claire, one where there would have been little anyone could have done to protect her.

No. None of this was the problem. What caused issues for (Y/N) was how very careful she had to be when making even the smallest of decisions. Her family was loving and kind, gracious and generous. They didn’t agree with much when it came to the ideologies of the 28. It was only a sense of self-preservation and a deep understanding that they alone would be unable to make any changes by crossing swords with those in power that prevented them from breaking with all but the most archaic of traditions. These were, perhaps, traits more common in those who had been sorted Slytherin in school, and with few exceptions, the Grey family had been almost exclusively comprised of Slytherins for nearly three hundred years – a fact they were all well aware they were ridiculously proud of, and which had become something of a family joke over the years.

While (Y/N)’s parents abhorred many of their peers’ actions, while they may have raised their children far differently than them, there was only so much that could be done to protect them from the realities of life within the 28. Eventually, (Y/N) knew, certain things that were expected of respectable young ladies from the right sorts of families with good upbringings, would be expected of her. Certain things that no one would be able to stop from happening, no matter how much they may or may not have wanted to.

When (Y/N) had just turned fourteen, Claire was three, her mother sat them both down on her favorite sofa in her favorite drawing room, and told her that, one day, not too far in the future, she would be expected to marry an upstanding young gentleman from the right sort of family with a good strong upbringing. That she would be expected to do her part to help raise the next generation of the 28. Anne explained all of this with a misty, faraway look in her eyes. As if she were remembering a time so long ago when her own mother had told her the same thing. And it had been nearly twenty years since that day, and nearly the same amount of time since she had married (Y/N)’s father. A man she had come to love with everything in her when, on their wedding night, he had not forced himself on her as she had expected he would, and whom she had loved more and more each year since.

It was the closest (Y/N) had ever come to rebelling. She had stood straight up from the sofa, hair bouncing off her back as she did so. She had wanted to scream, to shout. To tell the world that it wasn’t fair that she should have her whole future decided for her, despite how well it had turned out for her parents, simply because of the family she was born into. Instead, she had stood there for a second, taken a deep breath, and composed herself. (Y/N) had politely excused herself, ignoring Claire’s curious questions as to where she was going, and gone up the stairs to her bedroom as if in a trance. She could feel herself pulling out the chair to her desk, smoothing the back of her dark-grey wool skirt, sitting down in the chair and reaching for her favorite quill and ink and a sheet of the creamy stationery emblazoned with her initials. She saw her hands move across the page with the practiced grace of a young lady from the right sort of family with a good upbringing as she poured her heart out to her dearest friend, Regulus Arcturus Black, via the letter.

It was only as she stood in the owlery, nearly an hour later, with dried tears still staining her cheeks, as she gently stroked the feathers of her favorite owl that she felt the rest of that trance-like state slip away. Stealing herself, (Y/N) attached the letter, sealed with dark green wax and her personal seal, to her owl’s leg, whispered the desired destination to the owl with a cracked voice, and sent her off.

The next morning at Breakfast (Y/N) received Regulus’s response. He had done his best to try and comfort her, but he knew, much like anyone else with a similar upbringing, that there would be nothing he could do to help. Besides, he had pointed out in his typically wryly practical way, the earliest she could be married off to anyone was eighteen, four years off yet, and even then, there was no guarantee that her parents would arrange a marriage for her so soon after graduation. 

In the end, it didn’t matter, when (Y/N) showed her mother the letter Anne had agreed that Regulus was correct. It would be the most likely course of action for her and her husband to wait for some time before arranging for any sort of suitors to meet their eldest daughter. (Y/N)’s parents, as unusual as it may have been for anyone associated with the 28, did not wish to see their children miserable – even at their own expense. And (Y/N), as they had often reminded her, had always had a good head on her shoulders – this was said by the older woman with a fondly exasperated look at Claire who was busy sneaking pastries off the table and onto her lap for her energetic cruppy sitting at her feet. The toddler froze when she felt her mother’s gaze on her, and gave her best attempt at the smile she’d seen her older sister give to her tutors when she wanted something.

No, (Y/N) would have nothing to worry about. And with that, the subject was dropped.

–

When (Y/N)’s eighteenth birthday finally came around, she was able to celebrate her graduation and having received the highest marks in Slytherin for her class, with only a few close friends and a couple of drinks at a bar in London. No fiancé in sight.

Regulus gave her a bracelet, an intricately designed silver one resembling a snake. If the head of the snake was pulled away from where it rested against its body, a small silver dagger was revealed – he’d told her how he found it at an antique shop in a heavily magical arrondissement of Paris run by an old man who’d brought it back from his travels through Spain many years before. 

“I love it, Reg,” she had said, words muffled by his dress shirt as she pulled him into a tight hug, his own arms wrapped around her tightly, his nose buried in her hair. Severus, who had broken away from his studies as an apprentice potioneer for the evening, had shot him a look, not so successfully hiding his accompanying smirk behind his glass.

(Y/N), finally pulling away and missing Regulus’s familiar warmth the second she had, gave him a watch - silver with a black leather band, much like the one he had worn in school. The back was engraved with the date of his graduation, and the first few lines of his favorite poem. It was, perhaps, two years too late for it to be considered a proper graduation gift, but he hadn’t been able to attend his own graduation ceremony - having been off on some hair-brained scheme that had left him with unending nightmares, chronic pains that wracked his body and a nasty limp no healer had been able to do anything about, save for suggesting he use a cane. It was probably then, several days before he would turn twenty, and nearly a year since he had lost almost everything, that Regulus first started to realize how he truly felt for the young woman who had been his best, and sometimes only, friend for much of his childhood.

-

The following year, at nineteen, (Y/N) found herself being offered a job at the Daily Prophet. Just a short twice-weekly anonymous gossip column.

“We’ll sell papers by the dozen!” the frenzied editor had exclaimed, hastily shoving a quill behind her ear and grasping (Y/N)’s hands, pulling her out of the chair she had been sat in and dancing the pair about the room, (Y/N) laughing with glee as the other woman spun them about the cramped office in delighted half-mad circles, “Just think!” she had continued, spinning (Y/N) back into her seat and sending the wheeled chair skidding to a sudden stop next to a pile of haphazardly stacked papers and books, “You’ll have access to so much more with your connections!” And it was true. While the column entailed the fairly simple business of chronicling some of the juicier bits of information she, as a member of the 28, was privy to, it was enough to spark an interest in pursuing a further career at the paper, and the former Slytherin did so with all the ambition and fervor that could be expected of any of her peers.

-

Shortly after turning twenty, with still no sign of any impending engagement, she was offered a more permanent position as an investigative journalist for The Prophet. With the new job came an increase in pay, and (Y/N) found herself moving out of her parent’s home and into a small flat not too far from the office. 

“Are you sure, darling?” her mother had asked when (Y/N) had suggested doing so over breakfast one morning.

“Oh, yes,” she replied, pouring milk into her tea and stirring in the sugar. She offered a smile to Millie - a new housemaid hired only a few weeks before - as she placed a fresh batch of toast on the table, “It should save a small fortune in floo powder, being able to walk to work in the morning, and I’d like the opportunity to better learn my way around the city.” her mother relented, agreeing that it was probably a good idea for (Y/N) to do so, reminding her that her room would always be available to her should she choose to stay over. It wasn’t long after moving into her own apartment - only a few blocks from the office, and with excellent views of London, according to her realtor - that (Y/N)’s morning walk to work included a stop at a small local café for a coffee and a pastry on the way.

-

Three days before she turned twenty-one, Kieran announced his engagement to a pretty witch who had been in her dorm during her seventh year. She was a half-blood, raised by her pureblood father after her mother’s untimely death when she was a child. After the announcement was made in that morning’s edition of the Prophet, all five members of the Grey family and Kieran’s fiancée, Serena, sat gathered together in the sitting room of the Grey family’s townhome. They waited with baited breath for some sort of retaliation - be it letters or uninvited visitors hoping to announce their displeasure to the gathered family. Serena’s family, however, was wealthy, and her father was from a well-respected family with enough sway within the ministry for it to be a very bad idea to speak out against the match if you valued your career and social standing.

The match was accepted, and only a few short months later, they were married.

-

(Y/N) turned twenty-three without incident. Maybe some slight sadness at the sight of all of her friends getting married and starting families of their own, except it was rarely because it was what they wanted. It was all done in the name of ensuring the future of the 28, (Y/N) couldn’t help but thank Morgana that she wasn’t among the year’s collection of blushing brides destined to be absolutely miserable in the next few years – if they weren’t already. 

“Just be glad your parents haven’t set you up with someone like Rodolphus,” Narcissa had said to her over a late lunch one day, barely suppressing a shudder as she thought of her brother-in-law, “Bella was never the most stable, but with him.” she trailed off, a haunted guilt look in her blue eyes - she still felt guilty, having found some measure of happiness with Lucius.

“I suppose you’re right,” (Y/N) set down her tea cup, gently placing a hand over Narcissa’s, “as you always are in these situations.” she older of the two gave a tight lipped smile, still upset about her sister’s match.

It was something that had become increasingly apparent with each wedding attended and each birth announcement received that the best any daughter of The 28 could hope for was to not end up in the same situation as Balatrix Lestrange (née. Black). These women, these bright young witches who could have made so much of themselves if only given the chance, were worth little more than the children they would give birth to and the pleasure their husbands could take from them. Damn their own hopes and dreams.

-

By twenty-four (Y/N) had received a promotion at work and had decided to focus more fully on her career. One of her informants, a mousy man with the unfortunate habit of dousing himself in cheap cologne in an attempt to hide the stench of his rotting teeth, had gone missing the week before, his dirty rented room above a sleazy pub in knockturn alley the only evidence he had ever existed at all. Rumors of something dark brewing in the shadows had gained new credibility with the poor man’s disappearance. Whispers of a return to the dark arts and a truly pureblood wizarding society had begun to spread among the more extreme members of the 28. Some questioned her family’s standing as proud pureblooded Slytherins after her brave Gryffindor sister had made a few unwise comments at a few too many events. 

“Well,” She and Kieran would say, “I don’t know what you expect, she’s only a child,” a carefully timed sip of their whiskey or champagne or tea or coffee and then “and besides, I’ve never met any Gryiffindor who doesn't speak before fully considering what it is they’re saying.” 

If that wasn’t enough, the allusion to how foolish a child’s opinions could be, and how little control she could be expected to have after an evening of sneaking sips of champagne off of trays held by waiters expected to say nothing, or from glasses of fire whiskey left unattended after games of cards was often enough, and usually met by an appreciative chuckle and some vain recollection by whomever’s conversation they’d had to intervene in. A well place complement to their hosts, and the subject was dropped in favor of the typical gossip that was passed around.

-

The year (Y/N) turned twenty-five, Serena hosted a small get-together. There was a nice dinner, cake from her favorite bakery, and her closest friends and family all wishing her a happy birthday. Her parents had given her a delicate gold watch that had belonged to her grandmother – her favorite grandmother, the one who would wordlessly help her escape from balls and galas with a sly wink and an amused smirk. Kieran had given her a new typewriter, its shining green enamel and the gold inlay of the letters twinkling under the warm light of the candles at the dinner table. He had smirked as she unwrapped it,

“Since you do so much writing outside of work,” he paused theatrically, “I thought you might like something to make it just the littlest bit easier on your quills and ink.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her brother, “That’s lovely, Kier,” now it was her turn for theatrics, “Care to tell me how it works, or…” she trailed off, gesturing to the instruction booklet that had come with the typewriter - the instruction booklet written entirely in Czech.

“Haven’t a clue, sister,” Kieran’s smirk screamed mischief, “You’ll have to figure that one out for yourself.

Severus had sent a card home with Claire on the train, busy with his own family and with his students, he had been unable to attend in person, but he would have rather died than face his pregnant wife if he hadn’t at least sent well wishes for a happy twenty-fifth birthday to one of his closest friends.

Claire had given her an oval-shaped locket she had found at a muggle antique shop the two sisters frequented together. Inside she had placed a small photo of the two of them from Kieran and Serena’s wedding. Both girls were smiling brightly as Claire moved to whisper something to (Y/N) before they dissolved into fits of giggles. The champagne (Y/N) had been drinking all evening, and that Claire had, more likely than not, been sneaking, almost certainly having to do with how easily the sisters laughed that night.

Serena’s gift that evening was somewhat less traditional. In a small plain paper gift bag filled to the top with crumpled tissue paper in different shades of green, was a corny t-shirt you might be able to find in a variety of muggle clothing shops. On the front of the cream-colored shirt, in big black letters, were the words ‘World’s Best Godmother’. Underneath the shirt lay a strip of photos from an ultrasound appointment, and a card with a message inscribed in Serena’s usual elegant script in black: ‘Won’t you be my Godmother, Aunty?’ it read. Standing, (Y/N) quickly swept her sister-in-law into a tight hug, laughing softly as her brother wrapped his arms around them both, and nodded her head with a bright smile on her face, tears welling in her eyes.

“Of course,” (Y/N) laughed delightedly, “I would be honored.”

Regulus’s gift, however, had been her favorite. It was a first edition of one of (Y/N)’s favorite muggle novels, a novel she had first read sitting on the train next to an older boy with dark brown curls and a carefully neutral expression painted across his handsome face. It was on that first trip to Hogwarts that (Y/N) had decided she had found her best friend, and Regulus had decided that he would allow no one to so much as look at the younger girl the wrong way.

Regulus’s gift of the book was met with a shy smile from (Y/N), who knew exactly how Walburga could be about such things, and when she kissed him on the cheek Regulus had to fight off the pink tinge flushing his cheeks – his heart skipping a beat.

“Thank you, Reg.” she had whispered to him later that evening, her head resting against his shoulder as they sat curled together on a loveseat in front of the fireplace. Outside the rain poured and the wind thrashed the branches of the old oak tree they had climbed together exactly once when (Y/N) was thirteen and Regulus was fifteen.

“Any time, Dove.” Regulus glanced down only to find (Y/N) asleep, her head still resting against his shoulder. Gently he pressed a kiss to her forehead, picked her up, and brought her to her room. His leg would be killing him in the morning, but for one more moment with her, it would be worth it.

-

At twenty-six, one of (Y/N)’s colleagues, a young man she had known in school, asked her out for dinner. She might have agreed if it weren’t for the warnings of the older girls at work. Ones with whom he had a bit of a reputation with, as the sort of man who expected too much from a first date and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

The prideful fool should have known better, given the look of total contempt and disgust on (Y/N)’s face, but he continued to push, to beg, and whine until she had her father call in a favor with her editor. 

“Please, Father,” she had begged during dinner one night when he had joined her at the Leaky Cauldron. Her mother had been at some charitable event or other, and the father and daughter had elected to get dinner together in the city rather than having Mrs. Turner stay late. “He won’t leave me alone,” she tried again, “and I’m sure Rowle has plenty of assignments he could do far away from me.” Her father Joseph chuckled, then agreed, taking a bite of his roast dinner and chuckling again at his daughter’s obvious relief.

He and Montgomery Rowle had been friends during their days at Hogwarts, and it took little convincing from him to have Mr. Rowle send him off on an assignment to somewhere he was unlikely to return from. It was a bit extreme, perhaps, though it had ensured he never bothered anyone again, and it made for a much quieter office - and that, at least, was something everyone could appreciate.

-

It was at twenty-seven that (Y/N)’s life was set in a very different direction all together from what would have been expected given the last few years, and in no way had such an upbringing as the one so carefully curated by her parents, nor the following few years of unwed bliss, prepared (Y/N) for her mother's announcement. To be quite frank, it's unlikely anything would have been able to prepare her for such an announcement.

In fact, had she known such a thing would be the main point of discussion at the monthly luncheon with her mother, sister and sister-in-law, she likely would have come up with some doubtlessly brilliant reason for being quite unable to make it this time, and for them to please accept her apologies. Likely it would have been something to do with the paper, or perhaps her faucet had spontaneously developed a leak and the plumber was only available, unfortunately enough, at the very time of the four women’s tête-à-tête.

Instead, (Y/N) had taken the day away from the paper as she always did. She'd had an appointment earlier, and had stopped into one of her favorite boutiques after. She'd found a dress - a lovely wool one in cream, the skirt delicately pleated and fell gracefully to her ankles, while the bodice was tightly fitted perfectly accentuating her curves - and had gone home after, changing into that very dress before heading out to meet for lunch, her heels clacking purposefully against the pavement.

She'd handed her camel coat, wand tucked neatly into an interior pocket, to the kind older man at the coat check, offering him a gracious smile

"How has your Lou been?" she politely inquired, "not still sick, I hope?"

"Oh," the man chuckled softly, carefully placing the coat in the closet behind him, "no, healer said she'll be right as rain in a day or two." he responded. (Y/N) opened her mouth to ask if she could do anything before being met by her sister, who literally slid into the room, arms flailing as she skidded to a sudden stop.

Energetic thing that she was, Claire had barreled into the foyer, nearly crashing into her sister, pulling her into a crushing hug, cheeks still flushed from the cold, hair damp from the misty rain that had only just begun moments before.

"(Y/N)!" she exclaimed, laughing as she was shot several dirty looks from a group of older witches sitting nearby.

The sisters had made their way into the dining room then, chatting amiably as they sat at their usual table. Anne had been waiting already, a glass of wine in one hand.

That should have been her first clue. Instead, lunch had continued as it normally did, and then Anne made her announcement.

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[therealcocoshady]

Could you do a request where lily is 5 or 6 and she gets really emotional because her dad is going on tour and he looks at her kinda confused as to why she is upset as she is and she’s like “I don’t want to lose my best friend”🥺

Please don’t go

Author’s Note : Hi ❤️. Thank you for your request ! I hope you enjoy it 🥰.

Side note : this happens before Reader gets pregnant with the twins.

Four weeks. It was one of the shortest tours he’d ever done, with only a few dates planned and a lot of days dedicated to resting but it still seemed too long a time to spend away from home. The last time Marshall had gone on tour was three years ago, when Lily was two. Now, she had just turned five and it was the most time he would spend away from her ever since he’d married you and adopted her. He hated being away from you and you knew it. You spent the couple of days prior to his departure together, enjoying some family time and helping him pack his bags. You were in the bedroom while he was checking his bag for the last time.

- Babe, didn’t I put my jewelry in the bag yesterday ? He asked.

- Yep, you replied. Small wooden box.

- It’s there but there are pieces missing, he groaned. My nugget bracelet ? My rope chain ? They were there weren’t they ?

- I put them in there myself, you said. Have you checked thoroughly ?

- Babe, it’s a small box and I’m not dumb, he sighed. Look !

He showed you the box and you immediately noticed that the pieces were, indeed, missing. He was already an ogre about his departure, stressed out and neurotic about the packing and you knew that this would make things even worse. You spent the day searching the whole house for the jewelry, but to no avail. You tried suggesting that it wasn’t dramatic, that it had to be home, but he insisted he couldn’t perform without them. When it came to performing, he was all about traditions, habits and superstitions.

- Fuck, he groaned. We’ve searched everywhere.

- Not everywhere, you said suddenly.

- Mmmh ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

- There’s one room we haven’t checked, you explained.

He looked at you and sighed. Indeed, you had not checked Lily’s room. It didn’t make much sense for the jewelry to be in her room, but it had to be somewhere. Marshall went upstairs and knocked on the door before entering.

- hey bug, he said. Are you having fun ?

- Do you want to play with me ? she asked.

- I can’t, sweetie. I’m still packing, he explained. Speaking of which… have you seen my gold jewelry ?

- Which jewelry ? She asked innocently.

- My gold bracelet and my chain, he said patiently.

- No, I haven’t, she said in a small voice.

He looked at his daughter, who was looking away. She was a good kid. Too good, most of the time, which meant that she was a terrible liar. Her gaze focused upon her bed, avoiding his stare.

- Lily, he warned. Are you telling the truth ?

- Yes, she said even though he could see she was lying through her teeth.

- Lily, I’m giving you one last chance, he sighed. Did you take my stuff ?

- Yes, she whispered as she looked down.

- Where did you put it ? He asked.

- Under my pillow…

He looked and, indeed, found his jewelry under her pillow. He grabbed it and looked at her before sighing.

- Do you have an idea of the time Mommy and I lost while we looked all around the house ? He groaned. I’m leaving on Monday, I don’t have time for this !

- I’m sorry, Daddy, she said as tears welled up in her eyes.

- Why did you do this ? He sighed. You know lying and stealing isn’t ok. We raised you better than this !

- Because I’m going to miss you ! She cried.

Before he knew it, his little girl was sobbing and hiccuping, with tears streaming down her face and her voice breaking. She was obviously distressed and it broke his heart. He put the jewelry on the nightstand and kneeled besides her before pulling her to him.

- I’m sorry, Daddy, she hiccuped.

- Shhhh, he said as he stroked her head. Breathe, sweetie.

It took a couple of minutes for her to calm down. When she finally did, he looked at her and wiped her tears with his thumbs.

- Did you really think that stealing my stuff would prevent me from leaving ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

- You said you couldn’t leave without, she said apologetically. I don’t want you to leave…

- I have no choice, he sighed. I have to work.

- But I’ll miss you, she whined.

- I’ll miss you too, baby, he assured her. I’ll miss Mom and your sisters as well. And Winky too. But I can’t cancel work, you know ?

- Ok, she sniffled. Am I grounded ?

- I should ground you, he nodded. Because I know you know better than to steal and lie. But I understand that you’re sad.

She nodded and he kissed her forehead. She wrapped her small arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as she could.

- I would have been sad if I’d had to leave without my jewelry, you know ? He explained.

- I’m sorry, she mumbled. I won’t do it again. I didn’t want to steal. I just didn’t want you to leave.

- I know, he said softly as he kissed her forehead. I don’t like leaving you either. But this jewelry makes it easier for me when I’m away. Like a good luck charm, you know ?

- Yes ? She asked.

- Yeah, he explained. I wear my wedding ring all the time because it reminds me of Mommy. And I have my bracelet to remind me that I can do a good job.

- And the chains ? She asked.

- A friend gave it to me, he said with a smile. And it remind me of someone really special, too.

- Who ? She asked. Your friend ?

- No, he chuckled as he grabbed the chain to show her. See these ? They’re teeth marks. Yours, actually.

- Mine ? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

- Yeah, he said with a smile. When you were little, you always played with it and, sometimes, you would put it in your mouth. So now, every time I wear it, it makes me think of you. That’s why I need it with me.

- So you don’t forget me ?

- I could never forget you, sweetie, he chuckled. But yes, the chains remind me of you. And that, even when I’m far away, I have a piece of you with me.

- I love you, Daddy, she said emotionally as she hugged him again.

They stayed like this for a minute. He was going to miss his baby girl and he was gutted that he couldn’t take the both of you on tour with him. The two of you had even studied the logistics and envisioned pulling Lily out of preschool, but you simply had too much work to do for Shady Records, especially now that you were trying for a baby. You hoped to get pregnant within the year and, being a workaholic, you were already trying to get work done before going on maternity leave.

Now that he had found his jewelry, his mind was at ease and he allowed himself to spend some time playing with Lily. At dinner, you were joined by his eldest daughters, so that he could spend some time with everyone before leaving the next day. At one point, the conversation shifted to the plans while Marshall would be gone and Lily’s mood started to get grim again. She was looking down at her plate, sulking.

- Are you excited for the sleepover with your friends next weekend, Lily ? Hailie asked.

- No, the little one pouted.

- Come on, it’s going to be fun ! Alaina said as she tried to cheer her up.

- I don’t care, Lily whined.

- What’s up, sweetheart ? Marshall asked. All your friends will be here.

- You won’t be here, Daddy ! She pouted. You’re my best friend, but you’ll be gone…

The comment made his heart melt. He went to her and hugged her tight.

- I’ll miss you so much, he said. But it’s only one month. And then, I’ll be back just in time for summer vacation and we’ll spend plenty of time together, I promise !

- Ok, she sniffled.

- You know, when we were your age, Dad was on the road a lot too, Hailie pointed.

- And I was gone for much, much longer, Marshall recalled. So, you know, one month is not that long. And you’re going to have fun, with Mom and your sisters. I promise I’ll be back before you know it.

Lily nodded and hugged him again, not letting go. Everyone melted at the sight of the embrace and Alaina joked at how good Lily had it. Obviously, being the youngest, she didn’t realize it, but she had it far easier than her eldest sisters. It also helped that Marshall was more mellow. When it was time to go to bed, he swore to her that he’d wake her up to say goodbye. He kept his promise and, around 5AM the next day, he went to her bedroom. She was fast asleep and he stared at her for a minute, thinking of how much he would miss home. Before she woke up, he took off the silver chain necklace he wore almost everyday and placed it under her pillow, so that she’d have something of his, hoping it would make her smile when she’d find it.

- Good morning baby, he whispered as he shook her shoulder.

- Good morning Daddy, she yawned.

Her eyes were still closed, and she sleeplily reached for his hand. He stroked her cheek and smiled.

- I have to go, bug, but I wanted to say goodbye, he said softly. You take care of Winky and Mom for me, alright ?

- Yes, she promised. I’m going to miss you.

- I’m going to miss you too, sweetie, he said. I’ll call tonight, ok ?

- Ok, she said before hugging him.

He held her in his arms for a while, humming some soft lullaby and she fell back asleep. He tucked her in again and went to find you in the kitchen while you prepared coffee for him. You were also sleepy, exhausted by his last attempt to get you pregnant before his tour. He hugged you from behind and you gave in to his touch as he placed a loving hand on your stomach.

- Did you wake her up ? You asked.

- Yeah, I said goodbye, he nodded. She went back to sleep, though. As should you.

- I’m not letting you go until I absolutely have too, you yawned as you nuzzled his neck.

- I’ll miss you girls, he said. And that little guy, too.

- Winky ? You asked.

- Nope, the baby, he said as he stroked your stomach. It worked this time. I know it. I’m sure.

- Oh yeah ? You asked with a raised eyebrow. I guess we’ll know by the time you come home.

[blacknedsoul-blog]

An unnecessarily detailed analysis of the (re)encounter between Annabel and "Leo" (part II)

Evil tongues say I've had this shit in the oven for several weeks because I bought the fast pass on episode 105 and smoked the whole season one afternoon when I was bored as a fucking oyster about to climb the walls. Don't listen to them, they're telling the truth.

So, yeah, people. We had a flashback. One that comes right after the last one we had. Aside from the fact that we finally know a little more about Theo, I want to focus on the direct sequel to a review I did a while back. So let's get started.

I'm still trying to decide if Annabel is complaining just because she had to get off her ass or because "Leo's" room being so far away from hers is, ahem, inconvenient. Another detail that someone mentioned on the discord, is that Annabel does this thing where she grabs her dress when she is trying to maintain the performance.

(later edit: someone commented to me that actually their rooms are ridiculously close to each other. So allow me to insert ridiculous jokes about how the first thing Ira will do when these two are engaged is take his precious daughter who is not to be touched before marriage somewhere else).

...Ah, they put... they put Annabel in Lenore's old room. Yeah, that must have been uncomfortable as shit. 

Okay. This is something I kind of suspected in her first stolen moment at the Arboreum, but I think this confirms it for me: yes, Lenore teasing Annabel is a way of expressing annoyance without being directly hurtful. 

Raise your hand if you enjoy seeing "Miss Proper Lady" lose her fucking temper. Bonus points if she deserves it. 

Lenore, I don't know if taking your clothes off is the best way to get Annabel to stay on topic. I do want to emphasize her face in that moment, though, like she knows Annabel cares about her, but she's still angry at her, and pressuring her to drop the mask is literally the only way she has to express it. I like it because it's consistent with her stolen moment in the Arboreum. 

"Admire this magnificent door made of door. Yes, an excellent door. Wonderful door. Eyes on the door, Annabel, eyes on the door and not on your crush taking off his jacket in front of you. Also, don't think too much about the fact that if anyone sees this, everything that is important to you will fall apart".  

Pause. Where did we see Annabel say that? Ah, yes. Well, if we had any doubts about posh besties, this confirms it. 

I want to linger on the faces of both of them in this scene because, for the love of Nyarlathotep, they are painful to watch knowing that this will end with both dead. 

Yes, Annabel, this "perhabs" was very VERY serious. 

I'm sure this is the second time in Annabel's life that someone has asked her if she wants something. And it's the same person. Ouch.

Does anyone else in the squad find it disturbing that ANNABEL is concerned about moral issues? 

That's not how Kabedons are made, missy. 

LENORE, LOOK AT THE FUCKING FACE SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU WITH, SHE WOULDN'T BE "PRETENDING TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU", SHE'S EATING OUT OF YOUR FUCKING HAND RIGHT NOW. IF SHE WASN'T AFRAID OF JAIL AND WASN'T SO VICTORIAN, SHE'D BE ASKING IF SHE COULD GET IN YOUR PANTS.   

Okey, I need to know how this went from "pff, it's not a real marriage, we're both women!" to "I'm gonna fuckin' whore myself with Nyarlathotep Tumblrsexymen to come get you, baby. Shit, if these two die without having this conversation, I'm going to shoot myself in the mouth with a medieval arquebus. 

I like this moment because it tells you two interesting things: one is that Annabel must have a complicated relationship with her father, she cares for him and maybe feels he loves her in his own way, but at the same time Ira is her jailer, the main culprit of the golden cage she's trapped in. Another thing: we know Lenore used to care about her father, but come on, after everything that happened, I doubt she gives the man a second thought. 

...I wrote practically the exact same dialog in a fanfic. Actually, in the first Nevermore fanfic I ever wrote, when the fuck did my bullshit ever come true? 

I was racking my brain for a while about why Annabel keeps doing this. Like, look at this shit, even Ada or Morella would be able to see that this is bullshit. And I think I have an idea why. 

I think Annabel started to figure out how to make this work even before she came in. Maybe she's not all in, but at least the idea is tempting. The thing is, she's putting a lot on the line here: her life, her relationship with her father (the only family member we know of), what little freedom she has.

And that means she has to put her chips on the right person. She knows how the social game works, she knows how to manipulate the stakes of her hand, maybe she even thinks she knows how to get around those pesky legal snags when they come up. 

But she's not cunning, she's not quick-thinking, she lacks determination, and she's definitely not brave. Lenore can wrap herself in big dreams and beautiful words all she wants, but if she can't make up for Annabel's weaknesses, it's a losing bet from the start. On top of that, she has to be able to read her: in Victorian engagements, even your pet was into that shit, so sneaking away to plan things would be more of a rare privilege than a constant, her playmate has to be able to understand her perfectly, because they can't waste valuable time explaining minutiae. They have to be on the same page to the millimeter. 

Annabel is a player. And as such, she knows that in games where you have a partner, the key to winning isn't playing your own cards or chips well, it's being able to synchronize with your partner to give each other better plays until one of you manages to win. 

And if I had to bet, I think that is the Lenore that Annabel wants back: the Lenore who can read her, the Lenore who can get under her skin and know her true intentions even when Annabel is wearing the most perfect mask. The Lenore who can smile boldly and tell her that everything will be all right. 

Of course, Lenore passed the test. With a more than perfect score. 

The chapter ends with Lenore giving Annabel the final decision: if she sees no reason to stay, she won't, and she can assure her that she'll be fine. But if she's in, she'll do everything in her power to make it work. 

This was the moment that tore me up inside because it made me drop the shingle of sad, sad shit. 

Conclusions

And here's why I decided to post this analysis after the season.  

One thing this episode told me was that I was wrong about one thing: the relationship between these two isn't exactly what it used to be. What this episode also told me was that, despite everything, the two of them seemed to be able to communicate and find common ground, to make deals, to give each other choices. Shit we don't see anymore in their time in Nevermore. 

And with good reason.

In Nevermore Annabel and Lenore are adrift. No memories, no identity, no bonds. As if that weren't enough, both are terrified: Annabel has built all her means of survival around a context that she masters perfectly, and in Nevermore she doesn't know what's going on; on the other hand, Lenore's bravery and cunning are qualities that turn from virtues to flaws in a context where every single one of her decisions has repercussions for the people around her; she's willing to take anything, but not what happens to the people she loves. 

These two idiots know only one thing: that they love each other. And for Annabel and Lenore, loving means protecting. They have to try to protect each other because they really love each other. They love each other so much that they can't.

Because the only way for Annabel to protect Lenore is to be the queen of the board, to be the piece that everyone wants to get out of the way because her presence is too much of an inconvenience, because if she's good at anything,  it's dazzling so hard that no one is able to really see her. On the other hand, the only place Lenore can protect Annabel is by her side, she won't have a Spectre, but she's willing to do what it takes to take care of her if she stays where she can fight for her. 

But that won't happen because of the irreconcilable conflict caused by the memory (false or not, in practice it doesn't matter) that the Deans showed Annabel. She can't tell her that, she won't tell her that, how could she? It would tear Lenore apart and at worst alter her memories. But on the other hand, Lenore obviously wants to know, because she sees that Annabel is suffering, she wants to be there, she wants her to let her comfort her, to be by her side to help her sort this out, and all her pleas fall on deaf ears for reasons she can't even fathom.

But without realizing it, in all this devotion and accompanying fear, Annabel and Lenore are repeating the same controlling patterns of those who tried to save the other in life. 

Annabel is doing the same thing Thaddeus did when he got Lenore a fiancé, the same thing the doctors did when they kept her drugged 24/7 as a treatment even though she was sick, dare I say the same thing Theo did: assuming she knows better than she does what's good for her. "Protecting" her, even when that happens to be the agency Lenore is desperately trying to have over her life after being deprived of her freedom.

And on the other hand...this.

By taking full responsibility for what happened, Lenore is doing the same thing as Ira and all the people we meet in Annabel's life: denying her agency as an individual. Annabel is not a naive brat who was seduced by sweet words, she is a grown woman who was very, very clear about what the risks were. That they both ended up dead is partly her fault, but by turning this affair into "if I hadn't gone looking for you," Lenore completely invalidates Annabel's feelings, desires, and choices. 

A relationship that was once built on respect for choice and shared decision-making has now become a power game that neither can win, because one of the most important foundations of their relationship is that they are both equals. 

I'd like to end this on a more positive note, but...uh...well, the thing is, I don't. Like, that they're going to reconcile, they're going to reconcile, you know? But for that to happen, somebody's got to give them a massive punch like, something that tears them apart so they realize how fucking bad they are do-

You know what? Yeah, that might do it.

[johnkahner]

Can I request the Lin Kuei trio reacting to seeing their partner being slapped? I want to see bLOOD

AN: My brain was trying to get this done, but I wanted to get this done before I went to sleep tonight. Also, my laptop's spacebar started to act up a little when writing this rip. I hope you guys enjoy it! Not proof read.

Notes: Gender-Neutral! Reader, Pissed off! Lin Kuei Trio

Bi-Han

Bi-Han is having a conversation with Sektor about Lin Kuei stuff while walking around performing checkups to things around the clan to make sure that they are up to date and whatnot. Boring stuff really. 

They hear some pottery break, and they go to investigate. Bi-Han sees a girl that is the daughter of another clan hoping to form an alliance with the Lin Kuei, and you. You had your head lowered. That infuriated Bi-Han because the two of you were lovers, well secret lovers. 

“Don’t you know that I’ll most likely be your Grandmaster’s wife? You should beg and grovel at my feet.”

The arrogant girl laughs in your face. She grabs your face to look you in the eyes. When you look her in the eyes you roll your eyes, and this pisses her off. She slaps you in the face. However, as soon as she did that her days were now numbered. 

Bi-Han rushes over to you. He grabs the woman’s wrist to only snap it with a single squeeze. He makes his hand cold to gently cup your swollen cheek. 

“Are you alright my heart?”

“Of course, my Grandmaster.”

“Drag that woman away to the dungeon to be tortured.”

That’s how everyone found out about your relationship with the cryomancer. 

—

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang, Tomas, and you were at Madam Bo’s to have a nice dinner after a long day of training. You were extremely tired. You had your chin on the table, arms stretched out. The two men laughed at your actions. While yes they were tired, they were used to this training, but you however weren’t. 

You slowly get up to have your bones cracking, and you sigh at the feeling. 

“I’ll be right back.”

They continue a conversation they were having as you leave your little group. However, there was a commotion. When they get up to see what was happening, Kuai Liang sees you getting slapped in the face by some random man. He sees fire.

“That’s what you get bitch. I was trying to be nice asking if you wanted to go on a date sometime.” 

Holding onto your face you glare at your assailant, and then you feel heat. Not any normal heat either. This was from Kuai Liang. He was furious that a random man would dare to lay his hands on you. 

He makes sure you are okay before he beats the bastard to a bloody pulp. 

—

Tomas Vrbada

You were in an argument with Bi-Han for what seems like the hundredth time. The two of you never got along, and what adds more fuel to your hatred for each other was one man. Tomas Vrbada is his name. Said man is your boyfriend and that gives Bi-Han another reason to hate you because he loathes Tomas. 

As your argument gets more heated than usual, Bi-Han takes things too far by slapping you in the face. Palm of ice style. It hurt like a sonofabitch.  Blood trickling down your face, you hold your cheek as both Kuai Liang and Tomas watch, unsure what to do now. 

Tomas is pissed. It’s one thing to belittle him and insult him and his partner, but to result to physical violence is another thing. He rushes to Bi-Han to fight him for hurting you. At the end of the day both of you are bruised and covered in a little blood, but the two of you take care of each other. 

“Are you alright, Tomas?”

“Yea, how are you doing?”

“I could be doing better, but hey what do you expect.”

The two of you cuddle and laugh with each other.

[starogeorgina]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Criston Cole x reader

Warnings: Swearing

1.02

In the king's private chamber, you sit across from Ser Harrold Westerling, Lord Commander of the king's guard, and Lord Lyonel Strong, the hand of the king. Your father's hand reads out the names of potential knights to be your sworn shield, but your father was only half listening; he was more interested in showing Meera his sculpture of Valyria before the Doom.

When your father doesn’t answer, Lord Lyonel clears his throat. “Your grace.”

“Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk are sworn to my wife and heir. Both Queen Alicent and Rhaenyra choose their shields.” He offers you a smile and says, "Perhaps you should do the same.”

“I would like to familiarize myself with the keep before deciding. After all, it won’t only be myself they are protecting.”

“Excellent idea,” he watches fondly as your daughter climbs to the top of your lap and shyly observes the knights in the room. “I thought my granddaughter may inherit her strong northern roots, but she is the image of her grandmother.”

“That was the first thing Rhaenyra said when she saw her.”

Anyone who knew your late mother, Queen Aemma, commented on how much Meera resembled her. However, it was surprising when you first met your sweet nephews, Jacaerys and Lucerys, who didn’t resemble their mother or father. Your uncle Daemon had made a snide remark on how they had a strong resemblance to the Lord Commander of the City Watch, but seeing your glare, he shut up. Regardless of the side glances they got at court, Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor look genuinely happy, and that’s all you could wish for.

“I thought Ser Gwayne might have joined us.”

“I believe he was meeting with the queen to break fast.”

He raises his brows and says, “And you and my granddaughter weren’t asked to join them?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

You had only been married two days, and you hadn’t spoken with Gwayne properly since he left your bedchamber after performing your marital duty. And you had yet to see Alicent without a scowl on her face, so it was no loss not to be invited.

“Besides, we have a busy morning planned, don’t we, sweetling?”

Your daughter nods. Meera was only five and already very cautious; it will take her a while to adjust to her new life. You wrap your arms around her, keeping her from accidentally sliding off your lap. Smiling fondly, your father tickles her cheek, and you glance at his other hand, which he usually kept hidden under a leather glove, and observe the black rot that was spreading across his flesh.

“Do you have anything planned with Ser Gwayne?”

“No, we are going to pick a dragon egg before we go to Meera's first lesson. Then I’m going dragon riding.”

Your father's mouth twitches slightly; the burning desire to say something you wouldn’t like was on the tip of his tongue, but a knock at the door prevents that from happening. When the door is opened, one of the ladies in waiting enters the room and says, "Forgive the interruption, my king.” She curtsies before facing you. “The remaining carriages from Winterfell have arrived, princess.”

For the first time in many moons, you feel excitement bubbling inside you. “Thank you.”

Meera jumps off your lap and says, “Storms here.”

The men in the room look baffled, mainly your father. A small laugh passes his lips when he sees how excited his grandchild has suddenly become. “Storm?”

“Her direwolf,” you stand up and take Meera’s hand. “If you’ll excuse us, father,”

“I shall enjoy meeting the wolf tonight at supper.”

Just as you reach the doorway, Ser Harrold calls out, “What knight, in the meantime, would you like to be your shield, princess?”

“Ser Criston Cole.”

—

Pulling off your riding gloves, you allow Lady to nuzzle into your hand. She seems to take comfort in the familiarity of your scent. Much like yourself, the she-dragon had been timid in youth, but without other dragons overbearing, her lady had flourished and become boisterous over the years. Her peach-coloured scales reflected in the sunlight beautifully. Lady would be enjoying basking in the sun on the hill she landed on after spending so long in the cold.

Not long before his death, Edric had a grey and white heart-shaped collar made for Lady. Edric was equally fascinated and terrified of the large creature, but he always acknowledged how deep your love and bond with your dragon were.

“It’s different here, huh?” You press your forehead against her scales. “I miss the north as well.”

A single tear rolls down your cheek, and as if Lady can sense you’re upset, a squeal that resembles a cry erupts from her. You had lived in the north for six years, and while mourning your husband was difficult, being ordered by the king to return home and remarry immediately hurt. You suspected Alicent was the one who insisted it was a matter of urgency.

You wonder why Storm would miss the feeling of snow when he walks along the cobblestones and sandy beaches? It was known that direwolves didn’t travel south, but you couldn’t leave your daughter's faithful companion behind. Raya, your most loyal lady-in-waiting, traveled in the same carriage as the wolf and shared her desire to continue to serve you at the king's landing. You accepted her immediately, not only because you saw her as a friend, but because she had cared for Meera since she was a baby. The only reason you had her arrive at a later date was because it felt disrespectful to have anyone who served house Stark for so long attend a wedding of you marrying into another house.

When you step back from Lady, she flaps her wings and roars before taking off into the air, a mist of dust lifts into the air.

Hearing a horse snorting, you jump startled. “Good gods.”

“Forgive me, princess,” the knight says, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to frighten you; I just didn’t want to interrupt—”

“Me cuddling a dragon? It’s quite alright, Ser Criston.”

A small smile graces his lips. The knight was gently stroking his horse, trying to calm his black mare down. The poor thing was terrified because of Lady. When the horse is no longer trembling, Ser Criston looks over at you and says, “You know, princess, it would be a lot easier doing my job as your shield if you informed me of where you are going.”

You laugh. “I will keep that in mind.”

“I was told you had gone dragon riding, but the dragon keepers informed me your dragon hasn’t re-entered the pit since you returned.”

“I doubt she will. Lady has spent the last six years sleeping in caves; I imagine she will do the same here.”

“There is a carriage ready at the bottom of the hill for you to return in.”

Your mouth twists with amusement. “That was most kind of you to arrange; however, I came on horseback and intend to return in the same way.”

A look of disapproval crosses his face.

“You may escort me to the stable at the bottom of the hill where I left Dancer before we ride back.”

Ser Criston lightly taps the saddle, clicks his tongue for the horse to follow, and walks beside you. “You keep surprising me, princess. Have you been riding Dancer for long?”

“No, he is my late husband's horse.”

—

Hands linked behind your back, you stroll through the garden surrounding the godswood, watching as Meera plays with Storm.

You walk in a comfortable silence with Ser Criston by your side. When he spots your uncle approaching, his hand rests on the hilt of his sword. “Prince Daemon.”

“Ser Crispin,” Daemon clicks his tongue. He glares at the knight, silently challenging him.

“Uncle?”

Daemon speaks in high Valyrian, most likely to irk the knight, who wouldn’t understand. “I’m returning to Pentos and wanted to make sure that cunt off a husband hasn’t tried anything stupid.”

“No, I’ve hardly spoken to him since the bedding.”

“My condolences, niece; that must have been a rather unfulfilling experience. I could always feed him to Caraxes.”

“Two husbands dying so soon? The people will say I dabble with blood magic.”

“As they did with Queen Visenya,” he smirks. He looks Ser Criston up and down and says, “I’m sure if the Hightower does anything in my absence, your guard dog will bite him.”

Criston clenches his jaw, which causes Daemon to smirk amusedly, but his demeanor changes when Meera runs towards him with her arms up in the air. It wasn’t surprising how quickly she had taken to him, given that you would tell your daughter stories about Daemon and Rhaenyra often. But your uncle being so good with a child was surprising; fatherhood had brought another side of him out.

In English, you say, “I do hope that when you return next, Lady Laena and the girls accompany you; I’d love to meet your daughters.”

“As they would you, dear niece.”

—

After your uncle had left and Meera had resumed playing, you turned and faced the knight, saying, “Forgive me, Ser, as that was rather rude of me and my uncle.”

“Do not apologize; I’m sure Prince Daemon thoroughly enjoys it.”

You offer him a grateful smile, and conversation flows between the two of you easily. The knight tells you about his experience being a foot soldier during the Dornish Marches, and he asks about your life while living in Winterfell. “Edric was a good man, and despite it being a political arrangement, we were in love. It wasn’t the type of love poets wrote songs about, but we were happy. We respected one another, and he was always good to me.”

“I’m glad to hear that, princess; even that type of love is rare.” A few moments pass before he speaks again. “Might I ask Princess, how old are you?”

“Nine and ten.”

His eyes widened slightly. “And Princess Meera is five?”

“Yes.” You watch his brows pull together while he does the math in his head. “I married not long after my thirteenth name day.”

“Was your husband close in age?”

“He was only a year older than me, which is probably why we had a good friendship. Although I’m glad I get to live with my family here, I will miss the north dearly.”

“Let us hope Ser Gwayne shows you the same kindness as Stark’s did.”

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Taunting Ghosts 👻

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Two idiots go ghost hunting, and it backfires. That's it. TW: bad jokes.

I know it looks scary, but I promise it's not. I was cracking myself up while writing it lmao

The ask is here!

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"Did we really have to fly all the way to fuck-knows-where in Spain for this?" Leon groaned in annoyance, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a flashlight as the both of you made your way deeper into the woods.

You rolled your eyes.

"I don't know if you know this, but ghosts don't exactly have a knack for phones. Or international flights."

He grumbled something illegible in response, continuing to follow you.

Ghosts, spirits, demons and the like had always spiked your interests. The ever wavering question whether there was an afterlife pulled at your brain. You thought maybe you'd convert to a religion to have your question answered, but never in a million years did you think you'd pick up ghost hunting.

It's a fickle thing, ghost hunting. The large amount of fake content for views made it hard to decide whether you wanted to believe in entities or not. You had to try for yourself. To quench the thirst for knowledge.

That's how you ended up here. In a deep woods in rural Spain, searching for evidence that the biggest local legend was ,in fact, not just a story.

It had huge impacts on the superstitious locals, keeping them from the heart of the forest.

It's said that an ancient cult inhabited these woods, performing rituals and sacrifices to appease their God.

All that is known about the cult is that they called themselves "Los Illuminados" and often used insect and hive imagery. A swarm that could only survive together. Should even the smallest fly fall out of line, it would mean the terrible demise of the entire cult.

The reason why you were here, however, was to investigate a particular event that supposedly occurred.

The cult craved more influence, their following never enough for the ambitious leader. In an attempt to gain followers, they took the daughter of the chief with the biggest village.

They'd planned to indoctrinate her and send her back, hoping she'd influence her father enough to teach their ways. The girl, however, was resistant and fought them every step of the way. In the end, to spare them any more trouble, they sacrificed the poor girl.

It's said that she stumbles aimlessly around the woods, crying and weeping to find her way back home. Uncanny wails have been reported by the locals, saying they came deep from the forest. Not only that, but low moans and groans that shook the trees supposedly stemmed from the followers, patrolling the woods in search of their leader who had abonded them for his own selfish reasons.

Leon gave you an unimpressed look as you told the story.

"A bug cult? That kidnaps people? A bug cult?" He asked skeptically, his brows raised.

You huffed, shoving at his arm.

"It's not a bug cult. They were firm believers of the hivemind. Although I think they took that a tad bit too literal." You answered, your nose scrunching up.

As much as Leon didn't believe in any of this ghost crap, he did enjoy your little adventures. Even if they were at night after you'd dragged him to some abondend asylum or something of the sort. He loved seeing you so passionate. Your belief also meant that you had immense

respect for ghosts and spirits, which ended up with you being very jumpy and scared at times. Leon didn't mind. He could play the heroic protector, having his arms wide open for you to shield you from any evil. He indulged you, too.

Going along with your theories and agreeing with you when the all common question of 'did you hear that?' inevitably came up.

He was a good boyfriend, after all. The best, actually. Always insisting he carry your bag filled with all of your gadgets and devices.

From spirit boxes over candles, salt, and bundled herbs to thermal cameras and Ouija boards. It was all safely stored in the backpack slung over his shoulder.

Dry sticks and leaves crunched under your shoes as you went deeper into the forest, illuminating the way with your flashlight.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face Leon.

"Oh, would you do me a favor and take this a little bit seriously? I don't need angered spirits on my plate, too."

"I don't what you're talking about, babe. I'm like a super legit ghost hunter." He scoffed jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, but the hint of a smile that tugged at your lips wasn't missed by him. Leon held his flashlight in all different directions, taking in the woods.

"You know, this is actually a pretty good spot if you wanted to start a cult." He mumbled.

You perked up, eagerly turning to face him once again.

"How so?"

"It's isolated enough so you won't be discovered, but it's not too far away that it would cause significant suspicion if a group of people would come from here. Either to indoctrinate or potential supply runs. It has some memorable spots, something that would help with remembering the way but would be of no meaning to outsiders." He explained.

Your face lit up as you listened to him carefully.

"That's fascinating-"

"Oh, and the bone crosses that were hung up on trees that I've been keeping track of."

Your expression fell.

"WHAT?!"

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

After Leon had gotten an earful from you, you were heavily fixated on the bone ornaments he'd mentioned.

He led you to one, shining the light on it. You examined it, pulling out a little book and putting down a quick sketch of it.

The ivory, although darkened and withered, stood out against the dark and rough bark of the tree.

"You said you saw more of these?" You asked in a mumble, eyes trained on the bone in front of you.

"Yep. All along the path we went down."

"Interesting... Oh! What if they used them as-

"-trail markers?" Leon smirked, watching as you grumbled something about him being a know-it-all little shit.

"But it's brilliant! A clear sign for the followers but due to the beliefs of the locals, none of them would've dared to step past a tree marked with a bone cross..." you mumbled in amazement, a smile spreading on your face.

Leon smiled at you adoringly.

"My clever little know-it-all." He teased with a grin which earned him a huff and you sticking out your tongue at him.

You gazed a little longer upon your, well Leon's discovery, a strange and eerie aura making it hard to avert your eyes. Leon mirrored your actions, not taking his eyes off it as a silence fell between the both of you.

A gentle breeze was combing through the thick canopy of leaves, their rustling the only sound echoing through the woods.

After a moment, Leon broke said silence.

"Should I touch it? I kinda wanna touch it."

Your eyes widened, and your head snapped towards him. "Leon, no, no do not touch the-"

"I'm gonna touch it."

"NO, Leon, don't you dare touch that cross-"

Your warnings were for naught as his hand was already reaching out. Before you had any chance to stop him, his fingertips came dangerously close to brushing against the bone.

He couldn't make contact with the cross, however, because just as he was millimeters from touching it, it fell to the ground.

You let out a loud shriek, startled, your hand slapping over your mouth. Leon flinched slightly but regained his composure quickly.

He had to hold back a snort at your reaction, instead deciding to wrap his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's alright, sweetheart." He murmured into your hair.

"I swear to god, if we're cursed now I'll kick your ass." You said sharply, staring at the now broken pieces of bone that somehow still formed a cross as they laid scattered on the ground.

Leon scoffed.

"We're not cursed. Besides, I'll protect you from any evil spirits."

Your expression softened and your heart swelled. How sweet of him. Ever the hero, putting your safety first-

"I've watched all the Ghostbusters movies."

"LEON SCOTT KENNEDY-"

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Despite the chill and unsettling feeling that sat deep in the pit of your stomach, you refused to give up your search quite yet.

You followed the markers even deeper into these haunted woods, hoping you'd find something at the end.

And find something you did. It was a large clearing, the moon fitting perfectly into the space of the trees when you looked up at the sky.

It was like they split just for her, asking for her light to shine down on them.

"Wow, look at this.." You beamed quietly, turning in every which direction.

What stopped your gazing was a large stone structure resembling an altar. It had a symbol carved into its front, only barely visible as it was obscured by moss and weathering.

"Oh shit, so they were real..." Leon mumbled, walking closer as he inspected the altar.

"There's always a bit of truth to a legend!" You smiled, pulling out your sketch book to draw the symbol, or what you could see of it.

You made sure to faintly sketch in any cracks and scratches. You wouldn't miss anything on this. You wouldn't let yourself.

"Ha! What did I tell you?" Leon beamed, breaking into a laugh as he pointed at something on the altar.

"It is a bug cult!"

There was a small colony of insects huddled together in the middle of the stone table.

"It is not a bug cult." You replied, unimpressed.

"What are you talking about? That one is clearly preaching a sermon." He argued with a serious tone, gesturing at one of the bugs being proped up on a small rock.

You looked at each other for a beat before Leon started cackling.

"He's not- it's an insect!" You tried to stay serious, but the idea of a tiny cockraoch indoctrinating even tinier cockroaches had made a mental picture appear in your brain.

It didn't take long before you, too, were in tears of laughter.

"Can- Can you imagine him having a robe and a little staff and everything?!" You wheezed, holding your stomach as your combined laughter bounced off the trees and into the night.

Leon was doubled over, steadying himself on the altar. You were gasping for air at that point, trying to calm you nerves with deep breathes. Your mistake was looking over at Leon when you'd thought you'd calmed down, only making the two of you break into another fit of laughter.

You were wiping tears from your lashline, inhaling sharply, determined to finally get it together again when you noticed streaks of deep crimson running down Leon's arm.

"Oh my god!" You gasped, rushing over to him.

"What the hell happened?! Are you okay." You asked frantically, inspecting his hand for any cuts or other injuries while wiping away the blood with your shirt.

Leon didn't move, only staring at his bloodied hand.

"Sweetheart..." he said lowly, making you look up at him with a concerned look and furrowed brows.

"This..." he swallowed before continuing," this isn't my blood." Leon stated quietly, keeping eye contact with you.

"What? But how could-" you chuckled breathily, your gaze drifting to his hand.

Your eyes widened as they fell to his arm that you were clutching, not a scratch in sight.

You looked back up at him with parted lips.

"Oh crap."

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[unnerving-presence]

I’m going to vent about people’s reception to the FNAF DLC because i think it really shows who the fans of fnaf are and who only watches edits and thinks fanon = canon.

-The mori

Why did people want a springlock mori so bad? Only 2 spring lock suits were created and William is wearing one of them. The Fredbear suit hasn’t been found since.

William did not create the spring lock suits to kill people, but for performers to wear them when they weren’t being use an animatronics. His mori makes PERFECT sense. He is using an actual ‘suit’ to kill survivors. If william wanted to create a suit made for killing people, it’s what it would look like in the mori. We can even SEE another version of that suit in the pizzeria map.

I hate to say mean things. But these people are fucking idiots and know NOTHING about the lore if they think his mori doesn’t make sense 😭

-The jumpscares

This one is sort of understandable. FNAF jumpscares tend to use exaggerated screams for the terror factor. However, William uses his OWN voice in these jumpscares. This also makes perfect sense. But, William cannot feasibly make the FNAF 3 jumpscare sound. It can also be safe to say that these sounds are likely not canon and are for the sake of the game. For example, if Vanessa finds you in Security Breach, it makes a jumpscare noise. The same goes for Springtrap.

-The voice

Springtrap is voiced by PJ Heywood, and reprises his role in DBD. People genuinely say he.. doesn’t sound dead enough? This is appalling. Genuinely. William’s voice is a byproduct of how damaged his vocal cords were when he died and thus transferred when his soul repossessed his body. Whatever state his physical body is in will not matter. Complaining that a SOUL doesn’t sound dead enough is stupid. And it genuinely pisses me off.

-The power

Honestly, this is one I can understand more than the others. His power has effectively nothing to do with him has a character. I think it would be very hard to implement a power that would be both balanced and aligning with Springtrap and who he is. I think the way they did his power was very safe and effective. Going into the security room and having the cameras as a part of the gameplay is honestly such a good way to implement the core mechanics of FNAF into the power of Springtrap. Unfortunately, you can’t just shove 4 survivors in a security room. I completely understand how some people might not like the power, but I think it’s a reach to say that it’s terrible or the worst power they’ve seen when the Trapper exists.

———

I think these people forget that Scott Cawthon was helping the devs make the DLC because they cared THAT much about what the fans wanted. It’s actually so disappointing to see people who don’t know the lore bitch and whine about one of the most anticipated DBD DLCs of all time. Fanon Springtrap genuinely ruined people’s perception on Springtrap and William Afton as a whole.

Yes, William is practically the textbook definition of evil. He is intelligent. He is cruel. He is uncaring. He shows no remorse for his actions. He is manipulative. He is a terrible person.

William is also arrogant. He is overconfident. He fears death. It’s even implied he somewhat loved his daughter, Elizabeth, even if it were very little. And even then, he still puts his safety above others. He strives for immortality so he can continue his twisted path of life.

He has exactly what he wants in Dead by Daylight. He can kill as much as he wants without having to worry about death. No doubt he would be a cocky asshole. He already had an ego boost from never truly being caught by the authorities for his murders. Him cracking jokes while doing the one thing he enjoys most is the most William Afton thing ever. And it’s honestly really sad to see that people think his voice lines don’t fit him.

So sorry guys I love me some Springtrap and people whining about peak pisses me off

[secretkinkz]

I'm requesting a father Sukuna and Sukuna's daughter's best friend, Y/N. Sukuna  looks at their thighs, low-cut top, and other things during the day and when Y/N's friend is asleep they go to the kitchen to get something to eat and they notice Sukuna sitting at the kitchen table doing work and Y/N's tries to tease him but it backfires. [PS love your work. Hope you are still writing. Much love!]

A/n: OMG, I can't even tell how long it's been since you requested this. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I even HAD submissions! I've been gone for a while but here, I did my best <3

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P s. Y'all don't think too much Abt the age. Literally. Don't. It might not make sense.

Modern AU

Warnings: Age gap (19/32), broken girl code, spitting, spanking, gagging, choking, hair pulling, male oral and, fem oral.

Enjoy~

So fucking rude, but he's fucking sexy. God, I can't stand him.

You stare at Sukuna from across the room as he stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his back turned doing God knows what on his phone.

You were over to see Yuromi, his daughter, your best friend. Well, to be honest. You wanted to see him, you've only known Yuromi for 6 months, yesterday you met her dad.

It was your birthday party, her dad dropped her off and you were introduced to him. He nonchalantly nodded and drove off after telling his 21 year old daughter to be safe.

Yeah, she still lives with her dad, because she was afraid of the real world.

Yuromi had always been spoiled and clearly pampered by her father so she was afraid of leaving the house and he was completely fine with that. He was a single father so he doesn't have a reason to deny her.

But seriously, you were interested in him but Yuromi would be pissed if you actually tried him out. Would she? Then again, she was adopted. Sukuna adopted her when she was 10.

God, you wanted him though. To just fuck him, let him bend you over the counter and go balls deep.

His rough voice saying the most disgusting things that would leave you dripping for him. Fuck.

You had a chance, you often caught Sukuna staring at you. So you wore revealing clothes every time you went over. He would watch your ass whenever you bend over, sometimes you'd part your legs so he could see the lace panties you wore.

You squeeze your legs together just thinking about it.

"Hey, come on. Stop ignoring me.." Yuromi cocked her eyebrows, crossing her arms.

"It's late, sorry I'm tired." I mumbled.

"Shit, it is 1 am. Let's go to bed." She stood up from the couching and stretched.

"I'm going to bed dad, goodnight." She went over and hugged him, his kissed her forehead. "Sleep well." He said, as she smiled.

"Don't overwork yourself."

We went upstairs to her room. "Okay, in the morning we'll go to the concert. God, I can't wait." She squealed, hugging you.

You chuckled, she was excited over a classical show. Beethoven's fur Elise, would be performed.

"Alright, I'll wake you up." You waved as you went into the room next to hers..

It was only an hour later when you got hungry, so you decided to go downstairs.

To your surprise, Sukuna was sitting at the table on his laptop.

You slowed down and stared at him for a moment before going into the kitchen. "Don't mind me." You whispered, grabbing a water bottle instead before moving to the table.

"What do you want?" He asked, picking up his pen. "Nothing..." You lean forward, letting your oversized tank top shift a little.

"You know for someone who's only known me for less than 3 months, you sure are comfortable wearing those clothes around my house." He said coldly, meeting your gaze. You nearly melt seeing his intense glare.

"I'm sorry, I'll dress better." You run lick your lips and watch hima s he writes whatever's on his laptop down. "Do you need anything?"

He growls lowly, clearly becoming frustrated.

"Actually, yes.. I'd like to get to know you. Since, you're my best friend's father."

He removed his glasses and looked up.

"What would you like to know?" He asks, making it noticeable that he wasn't interested.

"What are your hobbies, What do you like to eat, your taste in women-"

"If you're only hanging with my daughter just to get at me, I suggest you stop."

"What? Of course not, I love Yuromi. But.." you rhb your feet against his leg.

"It wouldn't hurt wanting her dad."

Sukuna stared at you as you stood up, moving behind him. You place your hands on his shoulders, brushing your lips against his ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game girl."

"I like to play risky sometimes."

Sukuna gripped your wrist and slammed you against the table, pressing his bulge against your ass. "Let's see how long you'll be willing to."

He kicked your legs apart and lifted your shirt. "No panties? So you're used to quickies huh?"

"No, I barely have sex. Why, are you jealous?"

Sukuna slaps your ass, gripping it firmly. "I'm far too grown to be jealous."

You gasp feeling his cold fingers slip between your lips. His free hand reaching under your shirt and gripping your breast. You bite your lips, surpressing your moans, his fingers curl hitting your sensitive spot.

"Whatever you say. you're moving like we have all day."

"I like to take my time, admire something before I make a mess of it."

Sukuna inserts another finger, spreading them apart. "Don't do that." You whine, bucking your hips. "This?"

He spreads them again, like he was stretching your pussy.

"You're practically riding my fingers right now."

You instantly stop moving your hips. "Perhaps you're out of touch, which is why you're taking years."

He smiles slightly as your insult.

Your eyes widened feeling a hot and burning sensation on your ass again, it doesn't stop as he strikes your ass again and again. "Let's see, if I'm out of touch."

Tear prick the end of your eyes as he rubs the painful area. Fuck it get so good. Sukuna thrusts his fingers into your mouth, gagging you as he thrusts them in and out.

Your eyes roll back as your throat grows hot. You struggle to pull back, Sukuna keeps his fingers buried deep. Not even caring that you were turning red and choking.

Feeling your hips twitch, he withdraws his fingers. You inhale, attempting to catch your breath. He collects the drool on the side of your mouth, using it to coat your nipples. You didn't think Sukuna was fucking Sadistic.

"Get on your knees."

You did as he ordered, leaning against the counter and you sat on your knees. You nearly choked on your salvia seeing his dick, it was fucking huge. You couldn't possibly take that.

The tip of his cock red and forming with precum, it was veiny and long.

"Open." But hearing his raspy voice order you around, that was impossible to reject.

You open your mouth, your hands barely wrapping around his length as you take the head into your mouth.

He grunts, watching you try and take all of it. "Shouldn't be greedy."

You glare at him and pull back, going back down and repeat. You eventually speed up, the sounds of your slurping and gagging on his girth is the only thing heard.

As if he'd grown impatient, he tangled his finger in your hair and began thrusting. Your head hitting the wall as he pins you against it. He growls and leans his head back. "Fuck."

You place your hands on his thigh, fighting the urge to finger yourself to his aggression.

Sukuna holds your head still as he slams his cock down your throat, groaning as if you two were the only ones in the house.

Thank God Yuromi was a heavy sleeper, she didn't even wake up to someone banging on her door.

"Shit, your mouth is pretty useful. I like that, the sound of you choking on my dick. It's better than you shamelessly flirting with me."

He slaps your face a few times, before pulling away.

You swallow his load, coughing slightly.

Sukuna grabbed you by the waist and placed you on the counter, spreading your legs.

He went between your legs, wasting no time to start sucking on your folds.

"Mm." You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him, biting your lip.

"Yes.." Your eyes flutter, his thumb rubbing your clitoris in circular motions as he spits and smears it. So nasty, and filthy, he didn't care how messy he was, he was slurping your juices and enjoying every moment of it.

"Fuck, Suk-Sukuna... ohhh shit shit!" You squirm, gripping his hair as you arch your back off the counter. "Mm, fuck! Keep going, yes yes!" He speeds up, grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders as he pushes your knees against your chest.

"God! Mm fuck, baby!" You whimper, panting heavily as you chase your orgasm.

Your toes curls as your mouth falls open, stomach churning as your orgasm waves over you.

Sukuna pulls away, his tongue running over his lips.

He presses his dick against your entrance.

He hasn't even started fucking you yet and you were already tired and overstimulated. You couldn't even take the small steps, how could you possibly handle him fucking your brains out?

When he did start, you were gripping the edges of the counter moaning loudly as he slammed his hips into your ass.

"Fuckin' tight, shit I could fuck this all night." He groaned, yanking your head back as you clenched your teeth. "Open."

He spat in your mouth, you closed your mouth and swallowed. God, whatever this man would throw at you, you would swallow willingly. He asked so fucking sexy, his dick? Even better, shiitt it was stretching you wide.

You were almost screaming as he slapped your ass and brutally fucked your pussy.

He pulled out and turned you on your back, entering with the same force once again. This time he got a better look at your flushed face as you took his cock.

"You like that?"

"M-mm, I fucking love it!" You cried, your eyes rolling back as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Good, fucking good."

He tightened the grip he had around your throat, his eyes rolling back S you clenched down on his cock. "S-Shit." He released a guttural moan.

It wasn't long before he took you to his bedroom, you found yourself in a mating press as you had the filthiest kiss ever.

He fought the urge to fill your tight, warm pussy with his seed. He wanted to make you a mother, just so he could see his cum drip from all of your holes.

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A/n: it's 3 am. I need to take my ass to sleep. 😌❤️

[ggukkiedae]

Yoonmi’s Relationships with BTS

(updated as of february 2024) (mentions of hangouts are all indicating before the members’ enlistments)

JIN (Kim Seokjin)

Since Yoonmi had become an adult, Seokjin had taken to treating her like an equal and rarely using his “oppa” card, which is a stark difference from when she was younger. Yes, she still goes to him for advice, and he is the one who still helps her with adult matters such as bills and taxes and lifestyle, but he also becomes a friend that she can mess around with like she’s with other friends around her age. In his mind, she still is a baby, but he understands that she’s matured, wants to be seen as more mature, and that she’d still see him as a parental figure no matter how old she gets. He likes to think this is her finally acting out since she’s always been a good kid.

Jinmi in ARMYs’ eyes: They enjoy witnessing how Seokjin always “cries” about how she’s grown so much. The shift in their dynamic was over the pandemic, and suddenly everyone could see that Yoonmi was more comfortably roughhousing with Seokjin, and he was responding more like he would to Jungkook rather than his previous shrugging off and fond smiles. Seeing them become more like similarly-aged friends really made ARMY realize how she had grown.

Iconic Moment: It was revealed through the BTS documentary on Disney+ that Yoonmi was the one who initially started cutting his hair off. She was given the shears by her stylist, and she was so hesitant while Jin just kept encouraging her with “How will I know if I look okay bald unless you start?”. So she cut his hair, only getting distracted a small bit when Yoongi and Jungkook came, then listened attentively as their stylist carefully explained what to do with the electric razor. She, with assistance from the stylist, evened out Seokjin’s shave until she stepped back, staring at him. “It looks good.” “Of course it does, look who you’re talking to”. The video cuts there, but the next of her seen in that context has teary eyes and is gripping tightly onto Yoongi’s hand.

SUGA (Min Yoongi)

Yoongi is still very much her dad, that never changed The only thing that changed over the years is how they both actually address the fact that Yoongi is her father figure, second only to her adoptive father, and on level with her adoptive brother. Even the other members sometimes address Yoongi ad “Yoonmi’s dad” at this point. Yoongi and Yoonmi remained each other’s silent comfort person, the person who takes their side and hears them out first, and the person who they can go to when they feel overwhelmed. He’s there to hold her hand when things go wrong, and she’s there to give him a hug when things don’t go as planned.

2yoon in ARMYs’ eyes: Yoongi and Yoonmi is everyone’s comfort duo. When they’re together, there’s an air of warmth and calm, so everyone feels better after a long day when they watch 2yoon content. They find Yoongi’s care and the way Yoonmi looks up to him to the point of taking after him endearing, especially knowing Yoongi is the one Yoonmi never fought after their mysterious conflict in 2018.

Iconic Moment: Yoonmi went to all three days of the D-Day Tour finale. She, of course, did her feature on ‘Seven’ for Jungkook. During the ment where he kept them with him on stage, he thanked and praised Jungkook for ‘Burn It’ and ‘Seven’ before turning to Yoonmi. “And our princess, my daughter. She has something coming out this month and surprisingly didn’t want to spoil it—” “Surprisingly?” “— so she had a special request. As you all know, our Miya did the demo vocals of one of my previous mixtapes. I got to perform this song with our vocal line, but never with our princess. Until today.” So they performed ‘So Far Away,’ and the proud look on Yoongi’s face by the end as he looked at her made every ARMY feel like their troubles all disappeared.

J-HOPE (Jung Hoseok)

Hoseok and Yoonmi treat each other like their own personal powerbanks. They could be tired, but, once they’ve spent time together, their energy levels go up. Yoonmi says that’s why she gravitates towards Hobi when drinking, because she’s usually a sleepy drunk. They like to escape together, as well, hanging out in the practice room or either of their studios where they experiment with different styles, genres, or just mess around to fuel their creativity. Of course, Hobi never stopped seeing her as his little prodigy, teaching her old school hiphop and openstyle dancing and watching her proudly while they learned new styles together.

Homi in ARMYs’ eyes: The two sunshines, that’s what they’re known as. Hobi brings in bright energy while Yoonmi makes everyone smile, making them everyone’s favorite duo to turn to when they want to laugh and get a pick-me-up. ARMYs love seeing Hobi treat Yoonmi like the little sister he’s never had but always wanted, too! Everyone knows both Hobi and his noona see Yoonmi as their youngest sibling at this point, which is why she even got Yoonmi to sing in her wedding reception.

Iconic Moment: Yoonmi vlogged her Lollapalooza experience, so some behind the scenes were uncovered there. Hoseok got Yoonmi to rehearse Chicken Noodle Soup with him while they were waiting for Becky, and the two ended up having so much fun that the band kept vamping the song, making it longer so the two could enjoy their mini cypher. “Oh, Yoona, you haven’t forgotten your basics!” “I have the best teacher!”

RM (Kim Namjoon)

It used to be just Namjoon sitting to absorb and analyze the way Yoonmi’s mind works when they’re together. Now, she does the same to him, curious about his inner thoughts. They spend a lot of their time together having deeper conversations, whether it be about life, work, music, or just their thoughts. On the other side of things, they’re both clumsy dorks who geek out over their recent reads or watches together, actively showing interest in each other’s preferences because Namjoon wants to stay as someone who understands her almost best and Yoonmi wants to stay someone he can be proud of. Especially with Yoonmi, she wants to make her leader proud of her.

Joonmi in ARMYs’ eyes: Though ARMY initially thought they were awkward, that image disappeared. ARMYs see Joonmi and see a little sister looking to her older brother for validation, and him happily giving her that validation. ARMYs also enjoy the fact that these two together can go from 0 to 100 real quick, on any end of the meter. From just having lunch they can either go to talking about their plans for the future to being stuck in a laughing fit on the floor over a plastic utensil they’ve broken.

Iconic Moment: During the live with just the five of them, Yoonmi was a lot quieter compared to how she usually is. Namjoon kept glancing at her and tapping her leg to get her to talk. At some point, he bent to whisper something to her, then, when Taehyung opened his mouth, Namjoon quickly pushed a piece of pizza there. In his efforts to do so, he knocked over three cups. He looked at Yoonmi, who was now laughing, and he just nodded at himself in satisfaction.

JIMIN (Park Jimin)

Yoonmi has not changed in Jimin’s eyes in the way that she’s still his youngest Busan Baby. Whenever she tells him she’s an adult now, he always pouts at her and goes on a spiel about how she’ll still be his baby even when they’re in their 80s and beyond that. He invites her over to his apartment a lot, or he just stays at her’s (partly because Jungkook and her niece are usually there as well) because he genuinely enjoys her company and being able to sit with her. He also takes every opportunity he can get to give her princess treatment because he believes she should always be treated like Bangtan’s princess (even though she’s trying to shake off the delicate image that had somehow formed over the years)

Minmi in ARMYs’ eyes: Minmi are both very very affectionate, with their habit of holding onto each other unknowingly. ARMYs have so many compilations of them sharing the tightest hugs or exchanging the softest forehead kisses, naming them the mythical siblings due to the way they treat each other. Everyone also loves how these two speak either in pout or in giggles, no in between!

Iconic Moment: Nobody thought Yoonmi would be able to make it to Jimin’s fanmeet due to her solo promotions, but, while he was going to take a photo with the attendees, the “staff” who came on stage removed her padded long coat, revealing Yoonmi. ARMY started cheering while Jimin’s jaw dropped, then he rushed up to hug her really tight. “Yah, how long have you been here?” “The past hour? I had this in my schedule, oppa. You didn’t think I would miss your documentary screening, did you?” “You’re really something else, aegi.”

V (Kim Taehyung)

Taehyung and Yoonmi both matured a lot more visible than the other members, so their dynamic shifted a little bit from overly-doting big brother and complying baby sister to a pair of siblings more along a similar wavelength. While they’re still quite playful and he still dotes on her, their age gap isn’t as prominent in their actions. It’s clear that they both see how each other have grown, and it’s something they like to just observe when they’re with each other. They’re proud of each other’s growth, but more proud of how they managed to keep their friendship completely intact despite both of them changing over the years.

Taemi in ARMYs’ eyes: Taehyung and Yoonmi started posting more content together, which everyone enjoyed since they used to keep their off-screen friendship mostly to themselves. Now ARMYs enjoy seeing their posts when they meet up to go to jazz clubs, have coffee, or just do anything together. ARMYs also love seeing how they shifted from over-excitable kids to more mature youths who support and take care of each other.

Iconic Moment: An ARMY saw them in a jazz club together. Allegedly, there were a few cocktails on the table, and the two of them seemed to be exchanging stories the entire time they were there, never once letting there be dead air. Apparently Tae also tried to play the saxophone and let out a really out of tune note, but Yoonmi just cheered him on. The ARMY was able to take a picture with them, saying that they were both happy to see her yet politely asked to not post anything while they were still there. She promised, and the two were said to have continued their night of stories and jazz music.

JUNGKOOK (Jeon Jungkook)

If anything can describe these two, it’s the phrase ‘ride or die’. Yoonmi and Jungkook would drop everything if the other called them and said they were in need. Almost thirteen years of friendship and growing up alongside each other really molded them into being two peas in a pod, especially since they both hit their twenties. They would see each other every other day and talk to each other at least once a day. Jungkook had gotten less overprotective (especially now that she has a boyfriend), and he has increased his role as the main mythbuster of Yoonmi’s delicate image. Yet, even with all their bickering and squabbling, they remain each other’s support systems and hypemen, connected in a way where they can work with and around each other without even needing to talk. Their friendship is further solidified by their matching tattoos (aside from the group’s matching 7 tatts) which they successfully kept between themselves for over a year. (The only people who saw these right after they got them were Mark and Namjoon. The tannies found out by accident)

Jungmi in ARMYs’ eyes: Ever since Bangtan first debuted, Jungkook and Yoonmi’s friendship has been something so many people, whether ARMY or not, have admired and set as a standard or wish for in their own best friends. ARMYs specifically love how they’re not afraid to roughhouse or bite back at each other but still have each other’s backs no matter what. Also Jungkook biased ARMY all have Yoonmi as a bias wrecker or vice verse because of the amount of content these two have and the amount of time they spend together. Everyone already knows when either of them get married Yoonmi would be Jungkook’s best man or Jungkook would be her Maid of Honor.

Iconic Moment: Jungkook hosted one of his early morning Weverse lives from her kitchen, cooking himself something to eat. At around four AM, the sound of a door opening and closing made him look to the side where he froze and smiled brightly. You hear her go, “Oppa, again? When did you get in my house?” and he just, “Three hours ago. Ramen?” “I’ll just grab some water and go back to sleep. Don’t wake Yoonseol.” And everyone was surprised. It was common knowledge that they went to each other’s apartments often, but they just revealed Jungkook goes to her place just whenever he wants because either he knows the code or has his fingerprint in her lock.

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(slight update in his design!) I've wanted to make a child of Casey and April for a long time, but I had no idea of ​​its design or gender until now.

Extra facts about him:

The "C" in his name is "Casey," which is his middle name.

He's a big fan of extreme sports (all of them). He also likes watching them on television, especially motocross, and he wants to try them all, but due to his lack of experience, he can only do parkour, base jumping, skating, or cycling for now.

Still, when he has the chance, he goes rafting, rappelling, or surfing when he travels.

Because of all the tricks and practices he does, he always ends up hurting himself, but he recovers very quickly (the tooth he lost was during one of his stunts).

He used to play regular sports, but because he's so intense, he often hurts others or ruins games. And because of this, he ends up being cut from teams or not even included.

He's Lita's best friend, they met when they were 4 years old, however they didn't have much of a connection at that age, since the Jones had to temporarily move for 10 years to another state for Abril's job (who is a reporter), after returning to New York, Jonathan and Lita reconnected and this time they became inseparable.

Both are a dynamic duo, calling themselves "the Ebony and Ivory team."

It's a relationship of mutual admiration: Lita admires Jon for his acrobatics and his passion for extreme sports and the joy they bring him, while Jon admires Lita for her passion for body art and loves watching her perform her elegant acrobatics. Let's say that Lita sees extreme sports as an aggressive art, while Jon sees body art as a very refined extreme game.

They both share a love of adrenaline; each experiences it in their own way. They even love street dancing and sometimes choreograph for fun.

Despite having different musical tastes, they've learned to appreciate each other in their own way. They both enjoy the combination of classical music and rock.

Unlike Lita, Jon loves pizza and Lou Jitsu movies. In fact, although he doesn't believe Leonardo's father was a Lou Jitsu fan, he'd love to meet him. He loves his movies and is almost a fanboy (almost).

They are very close, but let's just say they still don't understand their "true feelings."

His relationship with Leonardo and his brothers is basically the same as April's with Splinter; they get along very well.

He spends a lot of time with his dad in his free time, since April's job is somewhat demanding and she's almost always traveling. This worries her a lot, since her son is drifting away and the same thing will happen to him that happened to her with her parents.

His most common nicknames are: Jon, Jonny, JJ, and Ebony (only Lita can call him that, and only he can call her "Ivory").

His favorite piece of classical music is "Canon in D." He loves to hear that song when he needs to concentrate.

He knows Cassandra, but only met her a couple of times when he was a very young child. He doesn't consider her a grandmother, but rather a "cool aunt." He hasn't seen her again, as she is traveling around the world.

Neither he nor his parents know it yet, but his genes are slowly mutating, due to April and Casey's exposure to the Turtles' and other mutants' mutagen in their youth. This effect is passed on to Jonathan and is the cause of his superior strength and resistance to pain. Draxum is the only one who suspects this and theorizes that this will cause him to metamorphose in the near future and become a hybrid mutant. (This headcanon is based on Casey and April's daughter in the comic "The Last Ronin")

He's loosely inspired by Inosuke from Demon Slayer.

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(ligera actualizacion en su diseño!) Desde hace mucho quería hacer un hijo de Casey y April, pero no tenía ni una idea de su diseño o genero hasta ahora

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La "C" en su nombre es "Casey", es su segundo nombre

Es muy fanatico de los juegos extremos (de todos). Le gusta verlos tambien por television, especialmente el motocross y el quiere experimentarlos todos, pero por su poca experiencia, por ahora solo puede hacer parkour, salto base, patinaje o ciclismo.

Aun así, cuando tiene oportunidad puede hacer rafting, rapel o surf cuando va de viaje

Debido a todos los trucos y practicas que hace siempre termina lastimandose, pero se recupera muy rapido (el diente que perdio fue en una de sus acrobacias)

Solía practicar deporte normal, pero debido a que el es muy intenso, suele lastimar a los demas o arruinar los partidos. Y debido a esta fuerza, terminan sacandolo a de los equipos o nisiquiera lo incluyen

Es el mejor amigo de Lita, se conocieron a los 4 años, sin embargo no tuvieron mucha conexion a esa edad, ya que los Jones tuvieron que mudarse temporalmente por 10 años a otro estado por el trabajo de Abril (quien es reportera), después de volver a nueva york, Jonathan y lita volvieron a reconectar y esta vez se volvieron inseparables.

Ambos son el duo dinamico, y se hacen llamar "el equipo Ebano y Marfil".

Es una relacion de admiracion mutua, Lita admira a jon por sus acrobacias y su pasion por los juegos extremos y la alegría que le producen estos, mientras que jon admira a lita por su pasion por el arte corporal y le encanta verla haciendo sus acrobacias elegantes. Digamos que Lita ve los juegos extremos como un arte agresivo, mientras que jon ve el arte corporal como un juego extremo muy refinado

Ambos comparten su gusto por la adrenalina, cada uno la vive a su modo e incluso a ambos les encanta el baile callejero, y suelen hacer coreografias por diversion a veces.

A pesar de ambos tener gustos musicales diferentes, aprednieron a apreciarlos a su manera. A ambos les gusta la convinacion de la musica clasica y el rock.

A diferencia de Lita, Jon ama la pizza y le encantan las peliculas de lou jitsu. De echo, aunque el tanpoco le cree a leonardo que su padre era lou jitsu, le hace ilusion si pudiera conocerlo. Adora sus peliculas y es casi un fanboy (casi)

Son muy unidos, pero digamos que aun no comprenden sus "verdaderos sentimientos"

Su relación con leonardo y con sus hermanos es basicamente la misma que tenía abril con splinter, se llevan muy bien.

Pasa mucho tiempo con su papa en sus tiempos libres, ya que el trabajo de abril es algo demandante y casi siempre esta de viaje. Esto le precoupa mucho a ella, ya que su hijo se esta alejando y le pasará lo mismo que a ella le paso con sus padres

Sus apodos más comunes son: Jon, Jonny, JJ, y ebano (solo Lita puede llamarlo así, y solo el puede llamarla "marfil")

Su pieza favorita de musica clasica es "Canon in D". Le encanta oir esa cancion cuando necesita concentrarse

Conoce a cassandra, pero solo la vio un par de veces cuando el era un niño muy pequeño, no la considera una abuela, pero sí una "tia genial". No la ah vuelto a ver, pues ella esta viajando por todo el mundo

Ni el ni sus padres lo saben aun, pero sus genes estan siendo mutados poco a poco, esto debido a la exposicion de Abril y Casey en su juventud al mutageno de las tortugas y otros mutantes. Este efecto se pasó a Jonathan y esta es la causa de su fuerza superior y resistencia al dolor, Draxum es el unico que sospecha sobre esto, y teoriza que esto le provoque una metamorfosis en el futuro cercano y se vuelva un mutante hibrido. (Este headcanon esta basado en la hija de Casey y Abril en el comic "The last ronin")

Esta ligeramente inspirado en Inosuke de Demon Slayer