#i want to kiss her so bad i want to be held by her

[vifilms]

❝ FWB!ABBY HEADCANONS ❞

word count: 2k+

content warning. eighteen+, minors dni, strap!sex, scissorcity, just a lot of p*rn written out, but omgee i'm writing foir abby again? am i returning home? me saying that when all my long fics are about a certain pink-haired butch.

masterlist.

fwb!abby who is a star-athlete, potentially a hockey player because c’mon, look at her. it starts right before the end of last season. there used to be a trio, three girls who grew up together, forever inseparable. but with a nasty fall out of abby’s break up with your best friend — you picked a side. not that anyone would believe you, but it was innocent. purely innocent.

fwb!abby who keeps you close throughout the breakup, she leans on you when she emotionally breaks, when she doesn’t want to be alone; you’re right there for her. ready to help her in whatever way you can. maybe it was naive of you to expect it to be nothing more and it’s exactly how you end up here — abby’s hand shoves down your skirt as she presses you against the locker room right after the most important game of the season. it could be how good your ass looked in the soft fabric, she couldn’t help herself. 

“mhm, how long have you been thinking about this?” gently, abby asks. “pretty girl, wanna have your fill so bad, huh?” 

all she does is tease. it’s all abby wants to do, pull those god-given moans from your lips and your whines are nothing but a symphony to her ears. but all of this is very wrong. in your bones, with every pint of blood pumping to your veins, it feels like something forbidden. even if you aren’t friends anymore, even if she hates you for siding with abby, you can’t help but love the way she strokes your puffy lips with a flick of her wrist. 

you groan as she slips a single finger inside you, whining at the welcomed intrusion. abby knows this is a slippery slope as much as you, maybe even more. it’s not lost on her what would happen if anyone were to find out, but especially your ex-best friend were to find out you loved getting fucked by her ex. 

“shut up and fuck me, yeah? you don't need to know any of that—” you shriek as she slips another inside you, effectively stretching you out as she pumps your slick, back into you as it drips over her fingers like fresh honey. 

“what was that, princess?” abby tilts her head to the side as she presses on your clit with the pad of her thumb. 

“nothing, i—” 

“hm, right. i guess the rumors are true.” 

“what rumors?” 

abby doesn’t provide any response as she fucks you into the stars, each thrust of her fingers effectively shutting you up from saying anything else. as you cry out for a release, she places deliberate kisses along your neck, her hot breath swarms goosebumps along your skin as your hips buck into her body. 

“heard a few…one from your roommate in particular.” 

oh fuck. 

the little shit knows. 

“what did you, f-fuck, hear?” abby chuckles when you can’t keep your thoughts straight. you’re close and she knows it as well when she presses her lip to your ear, it’s intentional, the cocky little shit knows just what you like. 

the first time she’s touched you and you’re already melting in her warm and needy hands. 

the sultry tone in her voice will haunt you whenever you sleep, you’ll see her in your dreams, those taunting pair of blues, the scarred cheek you love but she hates. when she says the words you fear, for some reason it sends you over the edge. 

“i heard you like moaning my name when you get yourself off, so why don’t you put on a show for me, princess?” 

fwb!abby who thinks about you, slumped against the lockers trying to catch your breath. the mantras of her name don’t leave her mind, how pathetic did it make her she couldn’t stop thinking of you. how you couldn’t escape her mind, even during practice, those stupid whimpers wouldn’t leave her. her mind can’t escape that night, the endorphins pounding her skull as she fucked you into oblivion. the secret you held close to your heart raw and exposed as you released over her pumping fingers — it all felt a little too real. a little too perfect. 

fwb!abby who tries to play it cool whenever you’re around. abby knows it’s her best shot of forgetting what happened, slipping back into normalcy. but what she doesn’t expect? how jealous she feels when she sees you chatting up one of her teammates. she suspects you might be doing the same, trying to find a distraction, anything and anyone to stop your mind from thinking of it. it’s the secret she holds close to her as she deciphers on why her blood couldn’t seem to stop boiling. she hadn’t been this possessed, the need for her sweet salvations to be found on each roll of her tongue. it’s agony as she watches you leave with them, but she just sips on her beer, calling it night at the same time as you. but her sheets will be ice while yours will be kept especially warm. 

the first thought entering your mind, this isn’t as good. she doesn’t touch you the way abby did, fuck, this girl’s mouth is eager to devour you, every drop not being wasted but you just pretend it’s abby. even if you feel slimy, a bit dirty, but it gets you where you need to be. 

when you ride the plastic cock, invisioning abby holding your hips, guiding them as you slide down and fuck yourself, chasing the high she gave you just a few weeks ago but you see golden-waves flowing on your navy-blue cotton sheets. your mind drifts to how the blue in the sheets would bring out abby’s eyes, how she might look up at you while you fuck her like it’s your right to. 

as if she belongs to you. 

the more you think of her, the easier it becomes to find your release, it comes to you quickly as you moan; you chase the high. but it still doesn’t feel as good as last time — not when you don’t have her whispering in your ear. telling you just how much you need it, whispering your dirty secrets like an oath. a string for her to pull, only one tug needed until you come apart for her like it’s the only purpose you have in life; you’re just here to please abby anderson. 

fwb!abby who doesn’t see you for a week straight. you’re avoiding her with all of you might. even going as far as missing one of her games which you never do. it pisses her off to no end and the final straw is her teammate talking about how much the two of you can’t stop fucking. yeah, god, she’s so perfect. sweetest i've ever tasted. it’s said in passing, quietly to one of her friends, not meant for abby. slamming the locker form, she sets her sights on you. she’s ending whatever the fuck this is. 

the knock on your door is harsh, spinning you out of your thoughts as you open the door to find her completely outraged. abby might as well be a bull with her nostrils flared, puffing out smoke as she only sees through a tunnel vision of red. you know why she’s upset, and you’re sure she’s heard about just who you have been spending your time with, making this all the more messy. 

“ashton? fucking ashton?” abby burls straight past the entrance, shoulder checking you in the process. 

“why does it matter if it’s her? or anyone? why do you care all of a sudden?” you go back to cleaning, as if you don’t have a very enraged woman standing in front of you. you try not to think of her sweet vanilla scent mixed with mahogany. the way she filled you up perfectly. 

“i don’t care.” abby nods as she showcases a bitter smirk. 

fwb!abby who has you pinned against the wall with her strong frame, pelvis pressed against hers, still sweaty from practice as she has you pinned against the wall. you’re not sure who kissed first, who grabbed the other closer, but she has you turned around, fingers plunging knuckle deep as she reminds you of that night. writhing against her as she whispers in her ear, “next time you crawl in her bed, remember this, when she’s failing to make you come apart. remember how easy it is for me.” 

fwb!abby who brings you back to her apartment. her lips pull the air from your lungs, suffocating you but lighting you ablaze. like a lioness when she paws at you, nearly ripping your closes to shreds with the claws she has buried in you so deep. abby is cocky about it as you pull off her clothes just the same, desperate, needy — with a angelic glint in your eyes she’ll have nightmares about. 

“princess, it will stay between us. alright?” abby groans as her baby blue dildo slips inside you. watching her defined abdomen clenched as she pushes, fully tilted inside you. “promise.”  

another secret to holster, keeping close enough to keep but not close enough where it would seep into your skin, surely to infect whatever she so craved to do. you expect everything to be a little rough, a means to an end — just a way for the both of you to fuck this out of your system — but abby’s delicate. doing her best not to completely lose it. 

you feel full as she hesitates to move, watching your face contort in divine pleasure, the way you try to move your hips, but her hands keep you in place for a moment longer. 

“baby, please, shit i need your—” a groan leaves your mouth as abby moves, thrusting her cock inside you. 

“yeah, you need it, princess?” 

it feels condescending, the stupid pet name is being thrown at you as a way to incite raw need, to instill such a primal emotion, and you feel it stirring the pits of your stomach. with each heartbeat, your chest flutters. 

your mind shuts off, all the worries that infect your mind like a disease, every reason that tells you this is a god-awful, terrifyingly horrible idea. there’s too many webs, you’re bound to be trapped up in her, with no way to come out of it. it’s the only truth settled within your soul but then she’s fucking you. it’s hard but slow. 

she’s taking her time, building you up so she has you right towards the edge. all you do is wrap your legs around her, bringing her close to you, her temple kissing yours as she loses herself inside you. it’s all more than you expected, quiet whimpers echo in her bedroom, her sanctuary she’s coaxed you into. 

“you look so hot taking my cock, pretty girl. fuck, it’s like it was made just for you but i have an appetite for something else.” 

you whimper as abby removes herself and the harness secured on her hips, until you feel her blonde bush and aching lips slide over yours. the woman above you can’t help but chuckle as your eyes roll back into your skull, a leg thrown over her toned shoulder as she slides perfectly against you. 

“you—” you gasp as she pushes her hips faster, you have no choice but to buck against her. “a-abs, oh shit, oh my fucking god.” 

quickly, you’re losing it as abby is being loud. “right in front of me all this time, fuck!” 

almost comes across as animalistic as she grunts, fucking your faster than anyone ever has, you’re so close when she grips your chin, demanding you to open. sliding her fingers inside of your mouth as you suck off your cum. effectively shutting you up in the process. 

“yeah, it’s too much, huh? are you sure you can take it, princess?” you nod your head as one thrust sends you over the end, your body twitching as you come. she soothes you through it, whispering your name over and over in your ear and it goes straight to your cunt. it’s too much but she eventually stops but you still feel her against you. everything becomes sticky and warm. 

the blunt of her nails begin to scrape lightly over the skin of your abdomen, enjoying how much your body twitches. you’re sensitive and abby chuckles.

“whenever you wanna fuck princess, just give me a call.” and after, she whispers so quietly you almost miss it, “i’ll gladly make this pussy mine any day of the week.”

[imsofreakingtired]

sevika gets drunk and ends up forgetting about her own wife and ends up in the brothel, and reader end up knowing all, but dont have courage enough to confront her, but she noticed the changes on your behavior like, dont wanting kisses often, dont wanting to cudlle at nigh or worried when she tells you that she have to work and etc.

(I am obsseeeed how you write angst, mwah mwah)

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ohh absolutely. i love that idea<3 also tysmm!

leave you with nothing

content warning(s): idiot lesbians (slight angst) (not too bad i swear)

"are you sick of me? would you like to be? i'm trying to tell you something something that i've already said"

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i think she would get drunk only when work was really stressing her out. or if her sense of self-worth is just at an all-time low (i’m thinking of the time silco dead up ordered her to help with a dead body, which was shocking even to renni, who was literally the mother of the victim.) when she feels trapped, hopeless, powerless, like the enterprise isn’t getting zaun anywhere closer to its ultimate goal. she doesn’t want to confide in you about this, she wants to keep up a front of stoic confidence to you, because she’s afraid if she reveals herself to be vulnerable you will leave her. 

so she drinks her troubles away and tells herself she’ll clear everything up to you in the morning if you ask why she came home late, she tells herself she’ll just play a round of cards or two with her drinking mates, that you’ll never know the difference (never thinks she’s more sober than when she’s stinking drunk.) 

one drink leads to another and she’s vaguely aware of her desire for something else that night - a woman’s touch, a woman’s voice, someone to hold her and tell her she is doing alright. she’s too drunk to remember where she’s felt this before, who has held her like this, and all she is aware of is an all-consuming loneliness that threatens to devour her alive. she’s thrown back into the old days before she met you, when all that awaited her after a hard day’s work was an empty apartment strewn with emptier liquor bottles. she doesn’t want to go back to this home. 

so she makes her way to babette’s, incredibly calm and collected—she’s good at playing sober when she wants to, and babette is surprised to see her check in— isn’t she married? — but she asks no questions and Sevika sees a woman who kind of looks like you. the eyes. the shape of the face. the hips, the way she moves in the dusky light. she picks her immediately. 

she’s too drunk to care about how it might look, asking the woman if it’s alright if she just lay with her head in the woman’s lap. telling her to stroke her hair and let her sleep for a while. even on the walk here she was hot with desire, but now she just wants to rest and hear the pretty words you would whisper in her ear when you thought she was asleep. 

she comes home at around 4 in the morning and promptly passes out on the couch, not even bothering to change. smelling of someone else’s perfume. you find her there in the morning and she doesn’t remember a single thing except that the coins in her pocket are gone. 

you know the signs; you’re not stupid, but you don’t want to think the worst. until you overhear Chuck talking to some of the patrons at the last drop. 

“yeah, Sevika was here, swept the table and then left in the middle of the round talking about Babette’s.” “Babette’s?? doesn’t she have a wife?” 

you wander through the rooms in a daze for the rest of the day as you wait for Sevika to come home. you’re furious at first, then you’re cold with dread. was it you? had you done something wrong to make her want something else, someone else? 

you don’t want to confront her, you’ve convinced yourself by now that whatever it was, it must have been something you did wrong, and even though you can’t think of a single time Sevika seemed angry or even unhappy with you, you can’t bring yourself to start the conversation. 

she comes home tired and her eyes light up when she sees you. when she tries to kiss you, you turn your face away. her hand reaches for your waist, you dodge her touch. 

“baby, what’s with you?” she asks. “i smell funny or what?”

yeah, you smell of babette’s. you smell of liquor. you smell of lies. 

“nothing. i’m tired. you want dinner?” 

“i ate already,” she says. “i’m going to bed.” 

okay, so we’re playing ignorant, you think. two can play at that game. 

as the days go on you avoid her more and more. you still clean up after her in the apartment, cook her meals, wash and mend her clothes as usual. but you don’t stay up waiting for her to come home, and you don’t let her kiss you in bed. Sevika’s at a complete loss—she’s never seen you this way before. unlike you, she’d never wonder if maybe she were at fault. if she feels she hasn’t done wrong, she’d stick to that conviction to the bitter end. but it exasperates her, the way you elude her touches, answer her with monosyllables, stare at her with a strange apprehension in your eyes when you think she isn’t looking. 

“i’m working late tonight,” she tells you one day. “don’t wait up.” 

you feel your heart drop. she’s already a regular for someone at babette’s, you know it. 

“what time do you think you’ll be back?” you ask, a little too quickly. 

she looks at you oddly. you’ve never asked her this before. “i’ll be back when i’m back.” her brows furrow in concern. “why, is something wrong?” 

“no,” you say. 

after she leaves you pace the apartment for about an hour before making up your mind and running out into the street. hood over your face so you won’t be recognized, you run straight to Babette’s and burst through the doors, ignoring the strange looks you receive. no one deters you—you were also a frequent patron before you met Sevika, but you see the workers look at you and whisper to one another. it only confirms your suspicions. you reach Babette’s office and she looks up at you in surprise. 

“can i help you, hon?” 

“Sevika,” you say breathlessly. “how many times has she checked in here?” 

her brows lift. she checks her records. “i don’t do this for anyone, you know - confidential information. but since you’re her wife…”

“how many times, please?” 

she looks up at you. “just once. a month ago. she seemed inebriated. stayed only for two hours.” 

just once? and drunk? Sevika, drunk? you couldn’t imagine it if you tried.

you walk back out of the brothel, barely thinking of where you’re going, barely thinking at all, when you hear a familiar voice call out your name. 

Sevika’s walking swiftly down the street towards you, her eyes dark. 

“what are you doing here?” she asks, grabbing your wrist. 

“what am I doing here?” you shoot back. “i’m here finding out what you were doing here!” 

she looks up at the sign of Babette’s place, as if she can’t understand what you mean. “i haven’t stepped foot in this place,” she growls. 

“Babette’s records say otherwise.” your voice is cold. 

then it all comes back to her at once. Sevika’s lips part slightly as she recalls that night, the desperation, the way she had lain in another woman’s lap. 

“baby,” she says. “listen.” 

“i’m done listening,” you snap, and turn on your heel. you walk away from her, leaving her behind on the street outside Babette’s.  

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note: pt. 2 is here!

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May I please request a fic where the reader (who's a famous singer) falls in love with Tim but is reluctant to fully trust and be vulnerable with him due to bad experiences she's had with men in the past? The reader could eventually write and sing a song about her love for Tim which blows up and even wins awards like Grammys too which makes their relationship stronger and she opens up her heart more? 🥺

Be myself

Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a bit of angst, mentions of physical abuse / hitting (please look for help if you're in an abusive relationship! Being abused is not normal and it shouldn't be simply endured and viewed as it) Word count: 2.421 Authors note: I don't know if I used the gif before (probably did), but it just fits perfectly. I know you linked Whats love got to do with it by our legend Tina, but I kinda didn't vibe with it. I hope you'll still like it, though (if it was even meant for reference to the song the reader writes). I'm in no way a songwriter, so I'm not at all sure about that small part i wrote there. I know I posted a sneak peak for something different, but this gave me so much motivation to write so i put it first. Enjoy!

He didn't know how he ended up with you of all people.

Not that he'd complain.

Never.

But a famous singer like you and a cop like him? It had to be fate that brought you together when him and his rookie had been called to deescalate a situation at a concert of yours.

He didn't expect to fall for you - hell, you probably didn't either. It just kinda happened after you gave him your number before him and his rookie left.

It had been meant more like a joke - yet he hadn't been able to get you out of his head and neither did you. So he texted you.

Three weeks later you went on your first date.

You had been cautious, bad experiences with previous boyfriends and dates branding you more than you'd have liked to admit.

And so you didn't.

The date went great, leading to another one shortly after.

Tim swore you were playing some magic trick on him. The speed in which he fell for you was shocking. In a few weeks you had him wrapped around your finger.

It didn't take long for him to admit his feelings to you, saying he'd understand if you weren't ready for anything yet, and as he rambled on, you'd cut him off with a kiss.

Because you were indeed ready.

At least that's what you thought.

Not that you didn't have feelings for him - you had, and they were strong. You just had trouble letting yourself be too open, too vulnerable.

To trust easily.

Though, right from the start, you knew he was different. He was interested in your career, yes, but in a way that didn't profit him or made him want to brag about his girlfriend being famous.

Or try and hit you if you didn't spend all your money on him. It had happened once, leaving a mark on your soul you had trouble getting rid of. Getting rid of the douchebag wasn't exactly easy, either.

But that was another thing.

No, Tim supported you, took days off to watch your concerts and be there for you. And maybe to have the time of his life with you in your wardrobe backstage.

For a while now, you had been working on a project - a new song that one day came to your mind when you thought about the past few months and your relationship with Tim.

It had almost been a year now, and you started to question whether your cautiousness was misplaced.

Not that you didn't trust him.

You trusted him more than you did any other man you'd been with, it just was like a habit of sorts. Some sort of protection your mind had put up in the beginning.

It wasn't easy to let that guard down.

It was one of the main parts you included in that song. How he made you want to be more open, to trust and give up that control you so desperately held onto.

To love without the constant fear of it all going downhill.

Your producer, Savannah, supported you all the way. You wrote your song, recorded it over and over again until you were a hundred percent convinced that it did Tim justice in a way.

Or rather his love for you. The way he never treated you differently even though you were famous.

Sure, there were times when his face would be plastered along magazine articles alongside yours - especially the beginning hadn't been easy.

Hiding a relationship wasn't easy and it certainly didn't work in this case, either. The first time it happened it had been on Instagram.

Someone had seen you and him together, taking a video and posting it for everyone to see. Once it reached a certain amount of views, it spread like wildfire, and everyone knew.

Tim wasn't very happy about it.

He understood that it was part of your life, but he didn't like it - and that included him - plastered all over the internet.

When you were shopping and hoarded by paparazzi or too many fans and he'd notice you were overwhelmed, he'd play the 'I'm a cop, please stand back' card, effectively getting you out of the situation.

Another thing you loved him for.

He didn't thrive on the constant attention, didn't suck it up like a sponge and used it to his advantage. Not like other men had tried to do before.

So why was it so hard to let go? Why was it so hard to trust, to let yourself be too vulnerable?

When you published the song, Tim had yet to hear it.

Yes, maybe you should have let him listen to it before publishing it, but you were too nervous. Too nervous he'd laugh at you, tell you that you were crazy for writing and publishing that song.

It would have also meant he'd question the origin - why you had such trust issues, had these problems of opening up.

You didn't want to be judged. After all, you still hadn't told him about it.

Only a few days later, you and Tim were driving in his truck home, when suddenly, the radio moderator announced your new song. Tim's gaze snapped to you - normally you'd show him your upcoming projects, talk to him about them.

He didn't know you'd just published a new song.

Your cheeks heated up as he stared at you in confusion before his gaze fixed back on the street. You knew he was listening, picking up on the lyrics.

Another thing you loved about him.

He didn't just hear the songs, he listened to them. Analyzing them, understanding them.

So it was no surprise he did understand this song, too. About a minute into the song he parked in his driveway, killing the engine but leaving the radio on.

You nibbled on your lip nervously, heart beating wildly as you tried to make out his reaction. You couldn't read his thoughts, so you had to rely on his body language.

And when he understood the song was about him, his gaze snapped to yours right as the second chorus hit.

You let me be myself, and I thank you for that.

You ban all the bad thoughts from my head.

No matter how hard I try, I can't find anything bad about you.

And I hope you see me like that, too.

You support me, give me strength,

It is wrong to hold you at arms length.

I love you and I hope you see,

that your're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You swallowed, not interrupting him as he listened to the rest of the song. This certainly hadn't been how you'd planned this.

Sure, you wanted him to know about the song and all the things it expressed sooner or later, but when you published it, the thought of him hearing it that soon hadn't exactly crossed your mind.

When the song ended and the next came up, he immediately turned the radio off.

He stared at you, shocked, surprised.

In awe.

You bit your lip as his own parted, though nothing came out. His head tilted slightly, thinking.

"Is it true?" was the first thing he asked. "Or is it just... I don't know, a random love song?"

Your eyes widened slightly, and you shook your head. "No, it's not a random love song." you said. "It... It's about you, Tim."

He nodded slightly, still shocked. "What about the- the trust issues you talk about? Or sing, for that matter." he inquired further. "Or the 'keeping at arms length'?"

You swallowed, sighing quietly as you looked away. "It's all true, yes." you admitted quietly. "And I know I should have told you, and I know you're having a lot of questions right now, but... I'm sorry."

Tim leaned forward over the middle console and placed his finger under your chin to lift your head, his blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hey, you have nothing to apologize for." he said, shaking his head slightly. "Yes, it would be nice to know the details behind it, but I understand that you didn't tell me. Or show me the song beforehand, for that matter. It's great, by the way - just like everything else about you."

You blushed, suddenly feeling undeserving of him. He was way too caring and understanding.

"I mean, I assumed some things..." he continued, tilting his head from side to side for a moment. "But I never pushed you to tell me. And I won't now. Neither did you on the subject of Isabel. If you want to tell me, I'm happy to listen, but you don't have to. Just know that I feel incredibly honored and love you."

Tears burned in your eyes, and suddenly, you knew you could trust him with everything. No more keeping him at arms length.

"I love you, too." you breathed out, smiling through the tears. "I just- I don't know." you shook your head in sudden embarrassment. "Ever since I got famous all the men seemed to want the same thing. Fame, my face as their way into Hollywood. To brag about their girlfriend being famous and make themselves look more important. Or try and hit me for not spoiling them like the ungrateful bitch I am." you grimaced, and his eyes widened before they narrowed. "I know you aren't like that, I do. I just couldn't shake this... habit of closing myself off and trying to avoid another one of these situations. I'm sorry, Tim. I know you are better than them. That song is about you and it is supposed to express how I feel about you."

Tim smiled, cupping your face with his hands. "You're so much more than your career, Y/N." he told you, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "You're a caring, beautiful and brilliant woman. You're far more than I deserve yet I'm too selfish to ever let you go. I love you more than you can imagine, and I want you to know that I'd never try to get any fame or benefits or whatever from you or your career. Let alone lay a hand on you. I love you too much to risk us - not that I'd need your fame or money. I'm a cop and I love being a cop. My girlfriend just happens to be an amazing singer."

You laughed quietly, blushing more. His words spread a warmth through you like no one else ever did. "You're flattering me." you mumbled sheepishly. He cocked a brow. "I'm not." he said. "You are an amazing singer. You're amazing in general, all over."

You laughed once more, a smile on your lips. "You're way too good for me, Tim Bradford." you said. "I'm the one not deserving you."

He huffed, tilting his head from side to side again. "Debatable." he said. He leaned closer, capturing your lips in a sweet and gentle kiss. "Come on, let's head inside." he mumbled against them. "I want to celebrate this song."

It had been about two weeks until your song seemed to have gained massive popularity, and when the letter landed in the mail weeks later, you screamed.

Tim had rushed into the kitchen, gun drawn as he tried to find out what happened. When he saw you with the letter in hand, pressing a hand to your mouth, he lowered the gun, stepping beside you.

One look at the letter and his lips parted.

You looked up in your excitement, almost headbutting him where he was looking over your shoulder. "Tim-" you breathed out, cutting yourself off with another squeal. He grimaced at the high sound, though laughing as he moved to hug you from behind.

"Baby, that's amazing." he breathed out. "I'm so proud of you." You bit your cheek, heart pounding wildly. "I- I mean, I haven't won anything yet." you said, fingers trembling as they held the letter. "But..." "But you're nominated." Tim finished for you. "That's more than most can wish for. This is amazing, Y/N. God, I'm so proud of you."

You smiled widely, clutching the letter to your chest. You giggled and jumped up and down in his arms, pressing a hand to your lips. Tim laughed quietly, holding tighter onto you, his nose brushing the shell of your ear. In the last few weeks you'd grown even closer, and it all felt more right than ever.

"Told you you're amazing."

Nervous wasn't word enough to describe your current state.

The Grammys.

The fucking Grammys.

Never would you have thought this would happen. Who would have thought you'd make it this far?

Fidgeting with your small clutch nervously, you took a deep, trembling breath. Tim grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You'll be okay.

The wait had been torture.

Waiting for the day to come, waiting for the announcements. It was like a dream come true, yet the wait left you on edge.

You'd been nominated for single of the year. Your song about Tim Be Myself had literally exploded, landing you a spot at the Grammys.

You inhaled shakily as the nominees were announced before the moderator opened an envelope. She drew it out, making the anticipation rise higher and higher until your heart suddenly slammed to a stop.

"Best single of the year goes to... Be Myself!" Your lips parted, not believing what just happened. Tim cheered, the crowd applauded, and you got up on shaky legs.

You couldn't believe it.

This was more than you could have ever wished for, and as Tim pressed a kiss to your cheek, giving you the biggest, most proudest smile you'd ever seen on him before he ushered you to the stage, you knew it.

You knew he was the one.

He was the one that treated you right. The one that loved you unconditionally.

And you'd be forever grateful for that.

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There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 24 | Brand New Day

You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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Sunday took you to a place that looked and felt so familiar. Flowers bloomed all around for the eye could see. You wondered why you haven’t found this place before.

“Jing Yuan brought you here all the time in your past life.”

“Really?”

You watched Sunday carefully as he stopped and turned to stand in front of you, his smile was soft as he held out his hands for you to take. You took a moment for yourself, your eyes wandering from flower to flower before smiling yourself, “did you know that you would win?”

“For a long time I didn’t.”

You closed your eyes, “you promise it won’t hurt?”

“I promise… it’ll be like drifting off into a sweet dream.”

“It won’t be a nightmare?”

“Never a nightmare. Not for you.”

You felt him press a kiss to your forehead, his lips were soft and warm, and you realized how different it felt than when he would kiss you in his other form, “to forget the pain,” and he was right. When you felt your body start to fall and he catches you so easily, it didn’t hurt at all. I felt at peace when you finally… drifted off… into sle…ep…

Though the moment that you did it felt like you were snapping your eyes open and sitting up in bed. You looked around almost frantically until you realized that you were in your room, your bedroom in your father’s castle that is.

“Princess,” a maid called from outside, “you better be ready when I get in there! You have an audience today and I refuse for you to be late!”

The maid who was usually badgering you was named Lizette, it was nice to hear her voice again.

“Come on princess! You know how she can get!”

Gepard too? He was here?

Was all of that… a bad dream? You shook your head, it couldn’t be.

Getting out of bed, you went straight for your door, opened it, and rushed out all while still in your nightgown.

“Princess,” both Lizette and Gepard called out but you were already down the hall causing the two to chase after you.

You headed straight for the throne room where you could already hear a few voices talk to one another which wasn’t the norm for your father. If anything he was as antisocial as a brick wall.

“Princess, wait!”

You didn’t listen as you opened the door. You didn’t venture further into the throne room as both your father, Jing Yuan, Blade, Sunday, and a girl you haven’t see before turned to look at you.

“What is-“

Your father was the first to speak up as Gepard and Lizette finally caught up to you, “daughter! How many times do I have to tell you not to run around in your nightgown!”

You ignored him as your eyes landed on both Sunday and Jing Yuan, the two people who shouldn’t even be standing next to each other which was when the unknown girl turned to your father, “your highness, with all due respect, may we talk to her in private?”

Your father gave you a disapproving look before agreeing and leaving the throne room.

“Y-“

Sunday cut you off, “you probably have many questions.”

“Obviously,” you said, “what is going on?!”

The unknown girl stepped towards you, “my name is Robin.”

“Sunday’s sister?”

She nodded, “just as you died, Jing Yuan reset time.”

“Reset it? So he-“

She nodded as Jing Yuan walked towards you and held out his hand for you to take, “I went far back into the past with knowledge of the future I shouldn’t have. But… I decided to take that knowledge and save Sunday’s sister, however, by saving her you died in her place.”

Sunday spoke up next, “but there was still a way for you to live again, though, it did take about three hundred years for your soul to come back.”

“But how? You didn’t have all of your power,” you said as you fitted your hand into Jing Yuan’s palm.

“For you, my power can exceed anything, even if it is locked away.”

“If that was your plan, why did you send me away?”

“I felt I didn’t deserve you… you died by my hand, so many times.”

“But you reset it each time.”

“That I did.”

He interlocked your fingers together before you gently pulled your hand away, “so what now?”

“I hope to make you my fiancé and my empress, if you’ll allow it.”

You smiled at that, “and if I refuse?”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to win your affections.”

You turned away and motioned for Gepard and Lizette to follow you, “I look forward to it, dear Emperor.”

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You're Not A Burden

Zayne x gn!therapist friend!Reader

Based on my own experience as the therapist friend and my struggles with being genuine about my emotions with people close to me ✌️

Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, childhood friends, crying, nightmares

Word Count: 1,517

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Zayne has seen this same pattern ever since you were little; the weight of being the person everyone dumps their problems onto, rants to, leans on no matter how small you may be. It's happened for so long now, he can't remember a time you weren't the one stepping up to bear the brunt of someone else's troubles.

He remembers so vividly one day during recess. Your friend was crying because one of the teachers was being mean and unfair. You held them close, let them cry into your shoulder and blubber about their troubles. And then you went into class with that same teacher, experienced that same cruelty, and held your tongue. It was never about being stronger than anyone else, or that admitting anything was wrong was a weakness; only that admitting anything was wrong would place your troubles onto somebody else.

One time, when his parents were away, he slept over at your house in a pillow fort in the living room. He woke up before you, and you had dry tears on your cheeks.

You take the burdens as easy as you take in a breath of air. Even now, in the middle of your quiet night in, your friend called to rant about their job, their relationships - anything they needed to get off their shoulders. You smiled apologetically at Zayne, kissed his cheek, and disappeared into the bedroom to finish the call without disturbing him further.

He understands, better than most, how difficult it is to watch someone suffer, physically or emotionally. How many times had he gone out of his way to ease the burden of his patients outside of medical care? Trying to get a plushie from the arcade for a girl who was too sick to get it herself. Playing chess with a lonely old man, even when it cut into his lunch breaks. But even he has limits to the burdens he carries.

He listens attentively for your voice through the closed door from his seat on the couch. Quiet hums to show you're listening. Muffled words of advice and support. The call goes on for some time, an hour or more, but not once does he hear you talk about your own struggles. Yet, he knows work has been more demanding lately, you haven't been sleeping or eating well, and you were really looking forward to an uninterrupted night in with him - information gathered through observation, more than not.

Not a single word of complaint.

He can't focus on his book, so he sets it aside in exchange for his laptop. The soft clack of keys fills the silence. It nearly drowns out your voice entirely; the typing pauses every now and then to listen when you speak. His work isn't as efficient, so focused on listening for you, but he manages to get through a few emails and a report or two.

When the door opens, he perks up like a dog whose owner just came home. His fingers are still on the keyboard as he watches you come out from the hallway, smiling apologetically once more as you tuck your phone away with a final glance.

"Sorry about that," you murmur as you sit back in your spot on the couch. He closes his laptop and sets it aside. "Lisa's been having a lot of guy troubles lately and just got back from a bad date."

He hums his acknowledgement and turns his body to face you. Cool hands grab yours, holding them in his lap as his thumbs massage into your palms and work out the tension in your fingers. "You didn't say much."

You laugh lightly, as though it's completely normal. As though it should be completely normal. "I didn't want to bother her with my own problems - she has enough of her own to deal with."

"What problems would those be?" he questions. You tense up, like you want to pull away. You don't, but you stare at the ministrations of his hands with a shake of your head.

"It's nothing."

"But if they're problems," he tilts his head, trying to catch your gaze, "shouldn't I know about them?"

You glance at him with a grin that doesn't quite meet your eyes, and a slight downturn in your brow. "You're not on duty right now, Dr. Zayne."

He lifts one of your hands to kiss your palm. Your fingers brush his cheek. He leans into them without thought. "I didn't think I had to be to listen to my partner's issues," he shoots back, shooting down your deflection. His voice grows softer. "It's unhealthy to keep negative emotions bottled up. I am always here to listen should you need to let them out."

Something stirs in your eyes. Discomfort, at being called out and exposed. Worry, and fear. You look away again. "I don't want to bother you with that stuff."

"Who said you would be bothering me? I want to hear about the issues you have, however minor they may be." He releases one of your hands to cup your cheek. He directs your face back to him, leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, stealing your ability to look away. Your eyes remain lowered, staring at his nose. "You always carry the burdens of others. Allow me to carry your burdens, before you collapse under the weight."

You're silent. He shifts his fingers slightly, resting his middle and ring finger over your pulse point just under your jaw. Your heart is beating wildly. It stutters, jumps, skips. You inhale softly.

"You..." You shake your head slightly, nose brushing his. Your free hand fiddles with your pant leg. "You don't tell me about the issues you have, either."

He smiles slightly, wryly, as though you've just started trying to deal with a shrewd businessman who can't resist haggling.

"I had a nightmare last night," he admits softly. That draws your eyes up to his, finally. "When I woke up, it felt like I was still in the dream."

"What was it about?"

He gives you a pointed look. You frown. Your hand clenches around your pant leg, like admitting anything about yourself is agonizingly painful.

"I... I haven't been eating lunch during my breaks."

It's barely admitting anything, but he hums his approval nonetheless. "I was in the hospital, but the corridors were dark. I heard your voice echoing down the halls..." Your heart skips a beat in time with your concerned look. "Why aren't you eating lunch?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, hiding from the inevitable disapproval on his face. "I haven't been sleeping well, so I've been sleeping in my car during my breaks... I... passed out once, at my desk, because I was so tired... I don't want to concern my coworkers like that again." You wait a few seconds before cracking your eyes open. Sure enough, it's his turn to frown with worry. He knew you were tired lately, but he hadn't heard anything about you passing out at work. He can only be grateful you weren't out on the field at that time. "What happens next?"

"... I can't find you." His frown deepens, eyes flickering down your face, taking you in. "No matter where I look, you're not there. And when I wake up, it takes a moment for my mind to catch up and realize you're right there beside me."

Neither of you speak. Your pulse is calm now. The dark bags under your eyes concerns him more than ever now. The daze in his eyes when you woke up this morning to find him looking over your face flickers back into memory.

Eventually, he breaks the silence. "We'll take our lunch breaks together," he tells you, leaving no room for argument. "The next time you feel faint at work, or too tired to keep going, please tell me."

You nod slowly, silently sealing a promise with him. "The next time you have a nightmare like that, you have to tell me, too."

He nods in return. "I will."

You blink, pausing, waiting for something that doesn't ever come. Waiting for him to decide your burdens are too heavy to bear, or become disillusioned with you now that you're no longer this infallible beacon of strength and dependency. But it never comes. Instead, Zayne strokes your cheek with all the tender patience in the world, rubs his nose purposefully against yours in semblance of a kiss, sits quietly with you with no expectations.

Large drops of water begin to form in your waterline. You swallow, fighting the starting tremors in your lungs. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, helping you sit in his lap where you hug him around his neck and hide your face in his shoulder.

He kisses the side of your head as your body cries with a practiced silence, rubbing his hand in soothing motions against your back. "You're not a burden for having problems, or for sharing them with others," he whispers. "You don't have to carry everything alone anymore."

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My Time

Trans masc reader x yandere batfam

I’ve been getting into vocaloid songs, or like songs that use Teto and Miku’s voices. Anyways since I used to be really into Miku I wanted to use that cause well… What kind of person doesn’t love Miku?

I hope you guys like it. I think there’s some spelling mistakes or typos and if there is, sorry :P but otherwise I don’t got much to say! Good reading! It’s about 5.8k words! Yay!

Your mother, m/n was a beautiful woman. Strong, charming, and stubborn, at least that’s what your daddy said. And you might not remember mommy, but you trust daddy. He says that mommy loved you, that she loved you so much, but that she couldn’t come back. You didn’t really understand, not at the time. I mean how could a two-year-old grapple with the concept of death? However, even though your mom left, you weren’t lonely, you had daddy. Daddy wasn’t your real father, no, but he’s the one that’s been loving you and taking care of you. He’s the one that told you stories when you went to bed, tucked you in and kissed you good night. He held you when you were scared, cuddled you when you wanted love. He was everything you could ever want, he promised to stay with you till you got sick of him. He promised he’d be there for you no matter what.

You woke up for your first day of preschool, and when you go to look at your little froggy clock you saw that it was already 9 in the morning. You ran over to your daddy’s room excitedly chattering about how you were going to be late because of him which makes you giggle, because usually daddy would chastise and tease you about making them late. You open the door to find him still, there’s stab wounds all over his chest and dried blood all over the bed, his eyes are dull and lifeless and there’s bruises at his neck and wrists.

You shiver as a breeze comes through the open window. You stand there for a while, confused on what to do. There’s this bad feeling in your stomach but despite that you slowly approach the bed. You poke your dad and try to wake him up, you notice that he’s cold, daddy’s never cold. He’s always warm and comforting and perfect for cuddles. You start crying, not really knowing why. You climb up on the bed and curl up beside him. The sheets are crusty with blood and it feels all gross and but that doesn’t really matter to you right now. You just want to stay here with daddy.

You don’t know how long you’re there but at some point daddy’s phone rings. You stare at it, frozen in place before you climb down from the bed and go over to it. You pick up the phone and a woman says. “Hello! This is Thierry Preschool, we were wondering if your child y/n was still coming? It’s been about two hours since it started and we were just checking.”

You don’t know what to say to her. You fidget a bit before mumbling. “H-Hello. Daddy can’t come to the phone right now. Um. I’m scared. Daddy isn’t moving and there’s blood all over? That’s bad, right? Daddy’s cold and everything and -and I don’t know what to do!”

You start sniffling, on the verge of crying again as the person on the other line stays silent. She then gently and calmly says. “Honey, it’s going to be okay. Can you tell me where you live honey? Calm down and watch some TV or read a book, okay honey? Can you do that for me? Can you be strong for me?”

You sniffle and nod trying to get out a choked up “Yeah.” From your throat. You try your best to mumble out an address as she coos about how good of a job you’re doing and how she needs you to stay calm. Before she hangs up, she tells you that some nice men will come to pick you up and that you have to be good for them. You nod and mumble an okay. You go back to curl up against your daddy, you bury your face into his chest and whisper to him.

“People are coming. It’s okay daddy. We’ll be okay. I love you. You’ll wake up soon right? Please? I’ll be a good girl daddy I promise.”

The nice men come and they look at you and daddy with… An expression you’ve never seen before. It makes you feel worse. They try to tear you away from him but you hold onto daddy with a death grip while you scream and shout as they try to convince you to let go. You’re scared. You don’t wanna let him go. They eventually pry you away from him as you wail and try your best to wriggle out of their hold. After that, it’s a bit of a blur. You were wrangled into a police car as one of them sat in the backseat with you trying to calm you down.

You look out the window, watching as the officer drives through the streets, going through traffic. You’re escorted into a building and taken into a room where a police officer try to question you gently. However the next thing you know everything gets blurry, it’s hard to breathe and it feels like your insides are spiky. When you can breathe again some man with a scruffy face and blocky glasses is holding you close to his chest saying things like. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” And “Breathe, breathe for me.” You calm down, not because of his words, but because he looks a bit like dad. His scruffy face, his gentle smile, his dark green eyes. It makes you bury your face into the man’s chest and whisper out a small broken. “Don’t leave me.”

The next thing you can remember was the man carrying you around like a baby, mostly because even after the weird “panic attack” or whatever the police officer called it, you wouldn’t let go of him. Which made the man holding you look at you sadly. He gives in and instead of forcing you to let go and go back to doing work, he starts showing you all kinds of things, giving you a tour around the police station. You learn from one of the men that the guy holding you is named Commissioner Gordon. Weird name. It sounds kinda cool though.

Once you’ve fully calmed down he carries you over to where a nurse is and he distracts you by talking about dinosaurs which you excitedly listen to while they draw some blood to see if you’re healthy and to notify any blood relatives. Commie says you’re being a very good girl and that they’ll have results in less than an hour, he also asks if you’re hungry which you nod enthusiastically to. He then leaves to get you some chips and a donut from the break room. You’re about to start chowing down before Commie asks. “Hold on there kid, isn’t there something you need to say before eating?”

You stand there staring at him and then make an ‘Oh!’ face and say. “Thanks Commie!”

You don’t notice but as you start eating the donut that a couple of the police officers laugh while Commie cracks a smile and then huffs before saying. “Kid, Commissioner isn’t my first name. It’s Jim.”

You then absentmindedly say as you take another bite of the donut. “Oh. Okay Jimmy.”

One of the guards starts laughing again and this time even Jimmy chuckles. However someone comes in and whispers to Jimmy and he then turns back to the person as they whisper to each other. Another officer takes it upon himself to distract and picks you up before throwing you up into the air and catching you. Making you giggle and ask for more. Jimmy approaches again and he subtly asks the officer distracting you to put you down. Jimmy takes a knee looking at you at eye level and hesitates before saying. “We… Found some people you’re… Related to. We called them up and asked if they’d take you in, and he said yes. Do you know Bruce Wayne? He’s your daddy-“

You immediately interrupt him saying. “But I already have a daddy. I don’t need another one-“

Jimmy interrupts you trying to gently say. “I’m sorry. But.. Your daddy… He can’t take care of you anymore-“

“What do you mean? Why? Can’t you help him? I’ve been waiting and being a good girl! Does daddy not want me anymore?”

“Honey-“

“No! I’ve been good! Daddy said he’d stay with me! He promised, h-he-“

Jimmy interrupts with a firm call of your name which makes you stop. He puts a hand on your shoulder and brings you into a hug as he gently says to you. “I’m sorry. He’s gone.” As those words tumble out of his mouth you tear up again and you raise your arms to cling on to him for dear life. You bawl and hiccup and he’s there to take all of your anger, your sadness until you’ve calmed down again. He pulls away from you and tries to talk to you, but you’re tired. You’re sad, you don’t have the energy to talk. He sighs and then holds your hand and guides you to a bench, he pats your head and says. “How about you wait here? Since your room is not exactly under investigation I could maybe swipe some things for you? Do you have a favorite toy or picture I can get for you?”

You wait trying to think about what you would want from your room. You think of your little stuffed owl that daddy named Oliver and your stuffed cat you named Oliver 2. You want the picture on your nightstand of you, mommy and daddy. You want the special night light daddy made for you. You want your dinosaur pjs daddy got for your birthday, you try your best to relay this Jimmy but all that comes out are little mumbles and whimpers.

He sighs and says with a small smile. “Tell ya what kid, when you go stay with da- Bruce. Why don’t you have him send an email or make him call us about what you want from home. And I’ll get those things for you. How does that sound kid?”

You look up at him, slowly and you hesitantly nod. He ruffles your head and with a smile and says. “‘Atta girl!”

Which makes you smile a bit before your face going blank. He sighs at that and says. “Someone’ll be here to pick you up shortly. And-“

You hear someone running and turn to look where it’s coming from. You see some guy comes running and stops in front of you. He heaves as he holds something familiar under his arm. After he catches his breath he smiles at you before handing you the thing under his arm. A stuffed owl which you immediately recognize as Oliver. He winks at you and then crouches down to your height as he says.

“Hey kid, my name’s Ethan Bennett. Man, you are like a carbon copy of Bruce. Well, except for your eyes, yours are e/c and a lot softer. Shit, where do I even start. Uh, Oh! I’m your uncle, well, not your actual uncle but like, you can consider me as one. I’m a detective under Commissioner Gordon. I’m also your dad’s best friend, I’m not the one here to pick you up, I’m actually still on the clock but uh. This guy,” He says as he holds up Oliver with a smug smile. “Said that he needed to get to you. So I did him a favor. Just… Don’t tell anyone.”

You take Oliver from his hand and while Jimmy and Uncle Bennett argue you start to tear up again. You hug Oliver tight burying your face in his soft downy chest. Then looking up at Uncle Bennett, you quietly say. “Thank you.” Which he pauses the argument for, before smiling down at you. “You’re welcome, kid. Say how about I wait with you huh? I could show you pictures of your daddy-“

You immediately interrupt. “Not my daddy.”

Ethan looks a bit confused at that, and looks to Jimmy for an explanation. Jimmy shrugs and motions for Uncle Bennett to continue. “Should I call him your dad?”

You nod, confirming that dad is an acceptable choice of words. He chuckles and then continues. “How about I show you pictures of him. So we can.. Condition you to him like a cat.”

You see Jimmy smack Uncle Bennett’s bald head which makes you giggle as Uncle tries to defend himself saying. “What? It’s true! I mean, he’s a big guy, he’s probably gonna scare her. I mean unless you know him, he looks pretty scary. And look at her.”

Uncle says as he gestures to you with both hands. “She’s barely what 4? 5? She looks like a sad wet kitten, Bruce looks like that evil grey bird that looks like it eats puppies compared to her.”

You tilt your head at that. There’s an evil bird? Your father looks like a bird? What does that mean? Your uncle is weird maybe you can get a different one. Jimmy seems like he’d be a good uncle.

They start arguing again and you go back to sit on the bench as they argued. You hold Oliver tightly in your hands and wait, you see them stop arguing with both of them leaving you to wait alone. Or at least that’s what you thought would happen. Until uncle Bennett comes back with some files in hand and some markers and pencils in the other. He sits next to you and says. “Well, I couldn’t get out of work early, but he never said I couldn’t work while I waited with you.”

You smile at him and scooch closer to him as he chuckles. And so the two of you wait. And wait. And wait some more. By 5 you then see an man that looks kinda like a butler being escorted by an officer. You tug on uncle Bennet’s dress shirt before asking. “What do you think he’s in for?”

He looks at you confused before looking up, you see his eyes widen and he starts to burst into laughter. Both the officer and fancy man look confused, and well, so are you.

Your eyes meet with the fancy man’s and his eyes widen and his pupils shrink in shock. He then schools his expression and looks at you with a smile, you shift in your seat feeling a bit uncomfortable with the look in his eyes. The fancy man walks up to you and crouches to your level, he then gently says to you.

“Hello. You must be y/n. My name is Alfred Pennyworth, I’m the butler for the Wayne family. I apologize but your father is not able to pick you up since-“

“What? Alfred what do you mean-“

Then Alfred and uncle Bennett starts talking and kinda arguing. You couldn’t care less though, you have Oliver now! You smile and nuzzle into Oliver’s fluffy chest and then squeeze the little speaker in its wing which plays a recording of your daddy humming his lullaby and then saying. “I love you my little Bubo.” You hold it closer and whisper into its fur. “I love you too daddy.” You hear uncle Bennett’s and Alfred’s argument start to quiet down and you catch uncle saying.

“-how he treats his other kid? Look, even if there was an emergency-“

Alfred sighs as he replies. “No, he does not treat master Dick like this, look. I’m not going to make excuses for him. Master Bruce had his phone on silent for a meeting and so he wasn’t able to answer, then there was Penguin who tried to steal some kind of tech there and you know how they have to follow protocol and whatnot-“

You sigh and look up at Alfred while tugging at his pant leg. They both look down at you and you just ask. “I’m tired. And hungry. I wanna go home. Can you take me home?”

They both look at each other nervously and Alfred takes a breath and says. “I apologize Miss y/n. But, you cannot go home. I understand this is hard for you, and you don’t understand what’s going on. But I, your father and your brother will take care of you. You have my word.”

You want to argue, you wanna fight and yell and say the bad words that your daddy says by accident sometimes. But you’re so small, well, at least you feel small. You’ve never felt this small, well you have, but daddy was there to hug and comfort you. As you look at Alfred, you wish something, anything would just leave your math. Instead all you can say is. “Okay. But I want warm honeyed milk and a bed time story.”

Alfred chuckles at that and nods. You don’t understand why is he laughing, You are completely serious, if you do not have your drink you will throw a tantrum. It’s the least this mysterious man can do after saying that. Alfred, then follows Ethan to go get the paperwork to take you out of the police station and to claim legal rights over you. Meanwhile you tell Oliver about your day, about the scary things that happened. You look at Oliver’s beady eyes and whisper. “I hope my dad likes me. Daddy says I’m a good girl so they’ll like me, I know they will. And even if they don’t, daddy says that some people are just stupid and dumb and don’t deserve to be your friends.”

Alfred comes back with a thick folder of paperwork which you frown at, you don’t like paper. It makes the people you like busy, specifically daddy. You hate when daddy has paperwork. You then look up to Alfred and tug on his pant leg as you whisper up to him. “Do you hate paperwork too?”

He raises an eyebrow at you with a little smile on his face, he takes your hand and starts to lead you out of the police station as you two start to converse. You talk to him about anything that comes to mind. From what you think of paperwork to which Hercules beetle you love the most, to how you peed your pants at the aquarium while you were out in the play area. Alfred had to contain his laughter as you described all of the kids started crying, including you. Finally you arrive at this big building and you look up at it in awe, you then look around at the courtyard and the scary but pretty style of the building. You look up to Alfred and say. “This is like, a bajillion times bigger than my home!”

Before Alfred can stop you, you start running off to the front door giggling and squealing as Alfred tries to catch you. After a few minutes of expertly dodging and wiggling out of his hold like some slippery snake. He catches you and then throws you under his arm which you make a little ‘oof’ sound at.

Alfred then takes you through the foyer and after going through some hallways, which you don’t keep track of, you get to the kitchen. He sits you down at a stool by the kitchen island and says. “Don’t go running off miss y/n we wouldn’t want you to get lost after all.” You sigh and then nod before you stretch and yawn.

Someone comes into the kitchen and says. “Hello Alfred, who’s the kid?” You look at the person talking and see a guy that looks around Alfred’s age and a some teenager following behind him. You try to get off from the stool, now bored out of your mind as Alfred talks to the other man while the teen notices you and goes over to help. He takes you off the stool and says. “What’s your name?”

You look at him dead in the eyes and then slap his thigh and say. “Tag!” You start booking it as you giggle, your game of tag now in session. The teen looks at you with wide eyes and starts to chase after you. Realizing that it was a mistake putting you on the ground. You go into a room and find that it’s a bedroom, you giggle as you put a pillow under the covers to trick the boy and then get under the bed.

He comes rushing in saying. “Hey, this isn’t funny. Come on, if you come out I’ll… uh, get Alfred to make you cookies? I don’t know. Uh, just come out. I’d rather not have Mr. Wayne or my dad scold me about letting some kid loose in the manor.”

He then sees the trap you laid out for him and as soon as he gets close to the bed you shoot your hands out to grab at his ankles, which makes him scream like a girl and practically jump away like some spider or grasshopper. You start giggling maniacally as he falls on to his butt. You then come out from under the bed as you say. “I got you!” In a sing songy voice as you sit next to him. The teen sighs and stands up, he dusts himself off and says. “Yeah you got-“ and then ambushes you by picking you up from your armpits and says. “Hah! In your face!”

You giggle some more as you whine “No” trying to wiggle out of the teen’s hold. After you calm down you look up at him and ask. “Hi! What’s your name?”

He replies with a small smirk saying. “I’m Luke Fox. And you? What’s your name you little rascal?”

You grin widely, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland and say. “Y/n! And my last name is l/n! Nice to meet you!”

He smiles back and then holds you to his chest and starts to walk back to the kitchen as he says. “So… Bruce Wayne’s kid huh? I can tell. You look a lot like him. A lot smaller and cuter, but still.”

Your mischievous smile disappears and you instead, bury your face into his chest as you reply. “Yeah. Uncle Bennett said that too. I don’t care, I just want my daddy back.”

Luke looks at you a bit confused and then you explain to him what happened today. All the way from the moment you woke up to just right now. At some point during your retelling of the accounts of today, he stops walking leaving you two just standing in the middle of some hallway. After you finished he looks at you with the same expression those police officers that found you had, the same sad expression that Jimmy and Uncle tried to hide as well. You don’t like how it feels to be looked at like this. It makes your chest kinda heavy and your stomach weird. Luke holds you closer, staying silent for a bit before saying. “My mom makes me this really bomb ass hot cho- Shit I said a- Dammit! Fuck!”

When Luke groans at himself for cussing in front of a literal child you start to giggle. You smile and then tap his shoulder before whispering into his ear. “Daddy swears a lot too. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Pinky swear!” As she raises her hand and pinky so they can swear on it together.

He chuckles and pinky swears with you, not long after you two enter the kitchen, with you still in his arms. You see that neither the man or Alfred noticed you or Luke were gone. You couldn’t care less however. At least you made your first friend. You then see someone else some into the kitchen, he’s tall and… Wow. He really does look like you. You wriggle in Luke’s arms, telling him to let you down. Meanwhile Bruce, the person people keep talking about, your supposed father, walks past you and Luke. His focus is on Alfred and Luke’s dad, Luke finally lets you down after teasing you a bit more and you slowly walk over to Bruce. You stare at his face as he talks to the other two men, he had the same spiky eyebrows as you. You’ve never seen someone with the same eyebrows as you.

You shift nervously before patting your clothes and hair down before tugging on his pant leg. You look up at him with a small hopeful smile. Bruce looks down at you and his eyes widen impossibly before he schools his face before giving you a smile, he opens his mouth to say something but you interrupt. “Hello! I am y/n l/n. We look alike! I like your eyes. They look like how mint tastes. Why are you so big? Will I get that big? Do you think I’ll be taller than you?”

He looks at you strangely, a bit surprised and a bit… Something else? Whatever it is it makes you kinda feel bad and you don’t like that. You fidget as he turns his attention towards Luke’s dad and Alfred. Talking about something else again. You look back at Luke and he looks a bit confused and slightly agitated, he then fixes his face and smiles at you before walking over and saying. “He’s probably just tired or something. How about I make something for you? Sandwich maybe?”

You nod and follow him to the fridge as you look through everything. He shows you some some sandwich ingredients taking the time to show you each one and answering your questions about it. He then makes the sandwich for you, although he’s slightly cringing as you bite into your “abomination sandwich”. Which is what he called your delicious sandwich, and is definitely NOT an abomination. You’re eating at the little island on the stool that’s as big as you and you see another kid walk in. He has black hair and pretty blue eyes, you wave hi and he looks at you confused and a bit judgmental. The kid then asks you. “Who are you?”

You answer back. “Y/n. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.” He replies in a snarky tone.

You look at him, surprised and then glare at him, before you can snap back Luke says. “That’s Dick. He’s gonna be your brother. Kinda. Also, come on Dick. Be nicer.”

Dick huffs and and grumbles “Fine.” before he goes over to the fridge to look through it. He gasp, offended by something. He then glares at you and asks. “Did you finish all the prosciutto? I was gonna have that as a snack, I was saving it for a good day!”

Before Luke can apologize for you, you look at Dick and say. “Well maybe you should’ve had a note on it or something! This is my first day here! I don’t know you people!”

Dick looks you up and down and then marches up to where you’re sitting and nabs half of your sandwich and takes a bite, it only takes a moment before he’s sputtering and coughing because of the overly salty and spicy sandwich. You look on with both anger and slight satisfaction, angry he stole your sandwich and satisfied that he’s in pain. Luke tries to hide a smile as he turns away and hides his trembling mouth with his hand.

The adults then turn to look at you three, wondering what the commotion is. Alfred sighs and goes over to try and calm down Dick while Bruce looks at you disapprovingly. You look at Bruce, offended and stick your tongue and blow a raspberry at him before going back to your sandwich, tearing into the sandwich like you were a hyena and the sandwich was your carcass. Luke chuckles at that before saying. “Come on, don’t be mean. He’s only had Dick for what? Less than a month?”

You look at Luke with appalled face and say. “He isn’t even a real dad?!”

Bruce sighs as he looks down and asks Alfred. “So? What’s the situation with her? And have you-“

You can see Luke looks at Bruce with a weird face, something like a cross of disappointment and disgust before turning to you, and using his body to cover your view of almost everyone in the room. He then says. “Hey, how about we go to the living room? I’ll take you there. We could watch a movie or something? Oh, my dad showed me this movie called Totoro. Or something, you look like you’d live it! Let’s see if I can-“

He starts talking idly, as if to fill in space. When your finished with your sandwich he takes you off the chair and hurriedly walks you out of the kitchen and into the living room. He has you sit close to him so you two could watch it on his phone. You barely get through the first half before his dad comes over to say. “Come on, Luke. It’s time for us to go.” Luke tries to ask for a bit more time. He nudges your shoulder and whispers. “Hey, do some puppy eyes come on.”

What the hell are puppy eyes, you think to yourself before tilting your head at him like a puppy. Luke’s dad rolls his eyes with an affectionate look on his face before saying. “It’s a school night kid. Plus, your mom would kill me if I let you stay out past curfew again.”

Luke throws his head back groans dramatically before saying. “All my other friends can stay out past 8-“

“Well I’m not their parents am I? I’m yours. Now I’ll be waiting in the car for you.” Luke’s dad then turns to you and ruffles your hair before saying. “It was nice to meet you little one. Have a good night.”

You nod at him, and the man nods back before going over to the coatrack, getting his coat and leaving. Luke looks at you with a small pout on his face he sighs before ruffling your hair too, which makes you smile. He then gets up with a groan, just like daddy does. You follow as he also goes to get his coat and hat he then puts on his stuff and says. “Guess I gotta go… Have a goodnight y/n. Take care of yourself.”

He then gives you a hug before leaving. You yell after him. “Good night Luke! Sleep well!”

He smiles at that and waves at you before getting into his dad’s car, driving off and leaving you in the manor. You go back inside and go back to the living area where you see Alfred. You walk up to him and tilt your head like a curious puppy, waiting for him to announce his intentions. Alfred smiles before he says. “I came to inform you that I have gotten your room ready. On another note, it is time for you to go to bed young lady.”

You put up a hand and in a serious tone of voice you say. “No. You must have forgotten our deal. I want a hot chocolate, a fancy one with cinnamon, heavy cream.”

Alfred raises an eyebrow and asks. “Really? If I recall our agreement was that I’d make you honeyed milk. How strange. I suppose I should get rid of the honeyed milk that I put in your room then?”

You vehemently shake your head and say. “N-No! That’s fine! I’ll drink it! It’s mine! You can’t take it back!”

Alfred then lets out a hum of consideration. “If you say so. Now come along. I must tuck you in before the hour.”

This man speaks funny. You like it. You then try to imitate him using the fanciest words you know, like anemone and hypertension. He laughs but you’re not sure whether it’s because of the accent or because you probably used the words wrong. Anyways he brings you to your new room and you gasp at how big it is, you hurriedly take off your shoes and put them right next to the door before you run straight for the bed and climb on to it, it’s so soft!

You then notice the hot milk on the bedside table, you crawl over and sit on the edge of the bed so you can take a sip. You sigh in delight at the taste, the milk is nice and creamy with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon as well as some honey to make it sweet. You yawn and get off the bed so you can walk over to Alfred. “Thank you, it’s really yummy. Can I have some pajamas now? I’m sleepy and so is Oliver-“

You then realize that you don’t have Oliver in your arms, and you can’t remember where you put him. Your eyes become blurry as tears fill your vision, you look up at Alfred and whine. “Where’s Oliver? I can’t remember where he is.. Can you help me find him?”

Alfred opens his mouth to say something but a beep comes from his phone, he sighs and says. “I will bring him soon, just lie down and-“

You interrupt him saying. “No! He’s always there when I sleep! I need him, if my daddy isn’t gonna be here then I need Oliver to be here at least!” You don’t like how Alfred is trying to hurry things up. You don’t like that daddy’s not here, you don’t like how Oliver’s not here, you hate that your favorite people are leaving and you HATE everything about this day. Sure you met new and nice people, but you want Daddy. You want him to kiss your face and tickle your tummy and hug you. You start sobbing and pulling on your h/c hair and trying your best to not choke on air.

Alfred looks at you sadly and then sighs, he then gets on one knee and says. “Miss y/n. Please stop. I will get Oliver for you, I will be right back. I promise. I will return with your dear Oliver and some old pajamas.”

You look back at him and nod as you sniffle. You sit on your bed and sip on your warm milk while Alfred leaves to go get Oliver and some pajamas. You wait, and wait. and wait some more. But he never comes. You accidentally fall asleep, finished with your drink and more tired than you’ve ever felt. That’s when you realized, no one’s gonna take care of you like daddy, no one’s gonna tuck you in, kiss your tears away, or any of the other things he used to do. You curl up and cry softly in the early morning light, mourning the loss of your father. Something that you didn’t know was possible until it happened.

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I hope you like it! I already have the next few chapters planned so it will be angst for the next 3 or 4 chapters :)))

[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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You jerk awake when your driver calls out to you. You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep, but it made for a quick ride home. Bonus.

Half asleep you made your way to the apartment. As soon as the door clicked open it jerked from your grip and Bin slammed into you. It was a déjà vu moment.

“Hi, Bin.” You mumble crawling up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You were still tired, and Bin was warm and comfy. Plus, it felt so good to hold him again.

“You forgot to turn on your phone.” He told you as he headed into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

Your phone was still in your hoodie pocket. Forgotten since the plane landed and the desperate need to get out of there took over. “Oops, sorry.” You sneak a hand in between your bodies to grab your phone and turn it on. It vibrated endlessly in your hand as you rested your face in Bins neck.

“Look what I found.” Bin announced.

There was a chorus of cheers and greetings, and someone even smacked your butt making you jump slightly.

“Lee Know, did you just slap my ass?” You asked without lifting your head.

There was a long, telling pause. “No.” He eventually answered unconvincingly.

You snort softly at his obvious lie.

“Where are your bags?” Chan asked.

You groan and lean towards Chans voice, trusting that either he would catch you or Binnie would stop you from falling.

In this instance Chan caught you easily and you transferred into his arms. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He said lowly, supporting you under your thighs.

You tried not to blush at the pet name.

“Mm. I had my stuff shipped. Cheaper. Easier.” You answer his question. Chan was wearing a soft sweater that you could not stop running your hands over and you nestled your cheek on it as well, savoring the moment.

“Smart move. Get everything situated.” Lino asked. You just shrugged, too tired to keep talking.

You felt Chan sit down on the couch and situate you so you were laying down more. A sudden weight along your back made you open your eyes you didn’t even realize you had shut. Ayen rested his chin on your shoulder, softly smiling at you when he saw you looking.

“Missed you guys.” You admitted. It was more than true. This was the best, most complete and pain free you have been since the moment you separated.

“We missed you too.” Ayen replied.

Sandwiched between Ayen and Chan, warm, and weighted down, you drifted off again, beyond happy to be home.

You were only out a few minutes when the front door opened, and Felix called out startling you awake. “We’re home!” He shouted.

“Pabo! She had just fallen asleep!” Seungmin snapped.

“Y/ns here?” Hyunjin asked. He appeared over the back of the couch. “Welcome home, we would have given you a ride.” He kissed your hairline.

“Sorry, bad flight. I just wanted to get out of there.” You explained.

“Did you show her yet?” Felix asked, joining us in the living room.

“No, we were going to let her nap a bit.” Ayen answered.

“Show me what?” My stuff couldn’t have arrived yet.

“We have a surprise for you.” Seungmin announced excitedly.

“Hopefully you like it. It was mainly to kill time until you returned.” Changbin sounded more nervous than excited.

You perk up. “Oh yeah? What is it?

Ayen got off your back and Chan helped you to stand up before they pulled you through the apartment towards the bedroom. Ayen covered your eyes, and you shuffled your feet and held your hands out so you wouldn’t walk into a wall or any furniture.

“We won’t let you run into anything.” Chan promised laughing.

“You are all menaces, I never know.” You respond not trusting his promise at all. There was excited chatter from the others ahead of you, and you heard a door open. Then, your eyes were uncovered.

You blinked a couple of times while your vision adjusted to the sudden light. You were in Chans room – or well your room now, but it was not the same room you left behind.

This one had the far wall painted light purple; a white tree painted in the open space that had white frames scattered along the branches for pictures. The light fixture in the middle of the room now had several fake vines leading from it to the edges of the room, creating a canopy along the ceiling of the room. The bedframe and dresser were now a soft white, the blankets and pillows on the mattress a mixture of purples and white. There was a rug in the middle of the floor of shaggy off-white color. It looked soft and fluffy even from this distance.

Across the bed there was a brand-new desk with the computer, laptop, and tablet set up for you already. There was a flower desk lamp in one corner and a dark flowery gaming pad under the keyboard and mouse.

It was the most amazing, beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“We thought – we thought this may make it feel more like home here.” Chan explained as you looked around the room in awe, running your hands along the furniture.

“We each pitched in. Hyunjin painted the tree, Felix set up the computers, we all helped pick out the colors and furniture.” Han explained.

“What do you think?” Bin asked after a minute of silence where you took in the room and gathered your thoughts.

It took you another second to gather your blank thoughts. They had gone out of their way to make this space distinctly yours instead of Chans old room that you live in now. They had spent their few off hours and little free time looking for items they thought you would like and putting them together for you. Even making sure you had a comfortable working space.

Turning you face your soulmates with watery eyes. Despite the initial excitement they had showing you your surprise they now looked more worried. “This is so amazing! Thank you so much!”

There was an audible breath of relief.

You pull Ayen in for a hug and kiss on the cheek, he was the closest to you since he had covered your eyes previously. Felix was next. One by one you thanked your soulmates with a hug and kiss, feeling a great swell of gratitude and pride. You honestly couldn’t have asked for better soulmates. They are smart, talented, sassy, and so incredibly sweet and thoughtful.

“So, tell me about what you have been up to since I left.” You request as you wandered around your new room again. A vase of flowers on the dresser you failed to see before smelled amazing when you leaned in to sniff them in curiosity. They had to have gotten them yesterday at the earliest. Everyone knew flowers were the most fragrant and beautiful the day after you bought them.

The top blanket was soft to the touch as you sat on it, waiting for their stories to begin. You of course already know a lot from everyone texting 24/7, but you wanted to hear it again. See their faces as they showed you pictures and told stories they hadn’t thought of before.

Everyone ended up sitting around the room as the boys told you what they had been up to.

Felix showed you pictures on his phone from the fashion shows he and Hyunjin had done. “And look, look! Hyunjin looked so cool on this one! You can’t see it in the pictures, but they put this sheen powder on him and in the lights, he glowed!”

Hyune looked over the top of the phone to peek at the pictures. “I liked the one we both did with the fireworks. Can’t wait to see those photos.”

“Oh yeah! This runway had mini fireworks that went off as we passed them. And we got to walk together. It was interesting.”

Chan, Bin, and Han let you listen to the new single set to be released tomorrow. The one they had all been working so hard on to get it finished. It was very hard not to squeal and play the song on repeat. It was amazing and showed off all their strengths plus some new skills they had been working on. It would be an instant hit for absolute sure, you had no doubt in your mind on that.

You would need to invest in better headphones so you could continue to listen to Stray Kids on repeat without them teasing you about it like you were sure they would. Even if they would secretly be very pleased as well.

“What about you?” Lino asked after Bin complained at length about how his preferred gym had closed for waxing for 3 days and he had to use a subpar replacement.

You shrugged, not really having any interesting stories. “I had already been fired from my job, so I didn’t have to worry about that.” You didn’t bother to mention how they had spelled your name wrong even on the pink slip they gave you after your lack of explanation of where you were. You were only there for the paycheck and couldn’t stand most of them. Barely tolerated the rest.

“Any problems selling your place?” Chan asked as you showed them the before and after pics of the apartment you had once lived in.

“I lost my security deposit for breaking the lease early, but I was expecting that. Now the place is the landlords problem.” It had been kind of a pain in the ass. Nice enough, but had its share of problems and wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods. It wasn’t a loss.

To be honest you hadn’t left too much behind that you would miss. Pretty much just your family graves. Everything and everyone else weren’t anything you would lose sleep over. Most you were glad to be rid of.

“No friends you will miss?” Han asked. He was laying in Linos lap, eyes half closed as Lino rubbed his chest.

You shook your head with another shrug.

“You’re not super sociable, are you?” Lino observed. Not judging you, just stating a fact.

You smiled. “Not really. But I’ve also never really felt…at home. I was always out of place growing up and that didn’t change as an adult. I never could quite find where I fit in.” This was something you had had to explain to countless people over the years. They had accepted your explanation, but never really understood it. Not even your parents. You half expect the boys to be the same way.

So you are shocked when several of them nodded immediately in understanding. “We all feel or felt like that. The odd man out. Unable to truly fit in. Though some of us are more sociable than others.” Hyune explained.

“I think it has something to do with our soul group. Something in the bond to pull us together instead of finding other people.” Seungmin put in.

Made sense. If something traumatic had happened to the soul bond in the past it may have affected it even now. Making it hard for your group to truly befriend or trust outsiders past a certain extent.

It was elating and freeing to finally be understood rather than just accepted. Again, you were so grateful for your soulmates.

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The next day – after sleeping in a bit – you got to work on their upcoming socials. Their song had dropped, and you were taking over monitoring their comment replies and any posts they wanted to make. And they were pouring in.

You were on your new computer with your door open so they knew they could come in. And they did on and off for chats or quick visits. The boys were mostly at home today. Still working, just from home.

Their posts and comments had to be read over and approved by me before they actually poste, and you had just intercepted one from Bin that mentioned how ‘his girl’ had listened to the song last night. Since you were the only girl in the soul group and no one was supposed to know about you yet, that comment could pose a issue.

Han was probably right too. Most would be happy for the boys. I-STAYS for sure. But there would be lots that would be jealous and highly judgmental of me. But they would be happy for them anyways.

You also took some of the sneak peak photos to start ‘leaking’ in a couple days with your carefully worded captions to go with them. Created to tease and incite STAY. Keep them foaming at the mouth and guess what is actually going on. It was scheduled to begin when the new song hype started to die down and all that was left to do was let the fans enjoy the song.

Each member got to decide what they wanted to do in their picture. Ayen laced out fingers together and kissed your hand in his picture. You blushed as you inspected the photo because he looked directly at the camera with a lovesick sultry look. Bedroom eyes. It was just your hand, not the only ‘dainty and small’ among you, but it didn’t have the veins that theirs tended to show in photos. Not the same masculine look.

Chan took his while you cuddled on the couch during a break. You were lying along him, head resting over his heart, giving your eyes a break from screens. He let the very top of your head show in the photo. Messy hair indistinguishable from so many others. Nothing super obvious.

In Hans you had a hoodie on, hood covering your head and face from view. He was placing a pair of headphones over your ears and had a huge laughing smile on his face, bright eyed and cheerful. This was an actual unplanned moment taken by Hyunjin as you tested new headphones. Han was actually laughing at your reason behind getting new headphones.

Bins was of your hands. He had made rings out of two daisies and placed them on your fingers before lacing them together and taking the photo. It was actually adorable, and you couldn’t stand it. You had squealed and pinched his cheeks afterwards to relieve the aggression the cuteness of the moment caused.

Hyunjins was of him tying your shoe. You had taken the photo after he presented you with a pair of shoes that matched his new pair. You immediately put them on and insisted you go for a (highly disguised) walk to show them off. Your laces had come undone, and he kneeled to tie it for you without hesitation. The picture showed the matching shoes, your lower leg, and the top of his head. You had not taken it with the intention of him using it to soft launch you, but he liked it so much he did.

Felixs was when it was raining out. He dragged you outside under a light with an umbrella. It was of the shadow on the puddled ground as you both huddled under the umbrella. You were huddled close enough together that you couldn’t see any distinguishable shape to your shadow, so it was safe to use.

Seungmin took one of your feet as you sat in his lap. Both your feet were on the carpet, his bracing either side of your smaller ones. Of course, to avoid any feet scandals you were both wearing slippers. Cute ones that he got you because you mentioned that your toes were always cold. Yours were Kuromi and his were Pompompurin.

Linos was when you two had found a stray kitten. The kitten was rubbing against your shins, and he was crouched down petting it. You had reached out and petted his head with one hand and took the photo with the other. Another unplanned for this specific thing, but he was enchanted with the photo, even setting it as his wallpaper. Though he claimed it was because of the cute cat, not the fact that you were petting him and being cute.

This was of course all soft launching and teasing. The reveal would come from the photoshoot and mini blurb about me. Then the YouTube video where I would answer questions about myself in an interview and the boys would talk about me in a separate interview. Just like their one kids room videos.

Before that it would be these photos and telling STAY that they were actively looking for their final member again. The prolonging also gave STAY a chance to get used to the idea. To understand what was coming so they weren’t so shocked by it. And hopefully curb some of the hate bound to come your way.

You watched as Ayens picture of your hand made STAY go bat shit crazy. Theories were flying around everywhere. They had already guessed that you had been found, but there were others who insisted that the search was just bringing the boys closer together.

Chans photo was next. And it was more of the same. Fans wrongly guessing whose head was in the photo, and it was always a guess of another member. There was a faction that just didn’t want to believe that the final member had been or would be found. That would dash any hope of it being them, even if they knew it was impossible. Finding the final member would close that final opening, the final opportunity. The Stray Kids soul bond group would be complete. It was both a happy and sad affair for fans.

With it all going on, you were up to your eyeballs in social media. There were days you didn’t spend any time with the boys at all because you couldn’t finish till late into the night, and there was absolutely no time for breaks. Though they understood and made a point to check on you, either in person or by text. Someone always made sure you had food and water, even if you sometimes forgot to eat and drink it. Though they were good about reminding you to. They were caring. Amazingly so. And it made you love them more each time they showed you their love in their small ways. Small ways that said so much.

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[muffinsin]

Hi, hello

I don't think I've seen it before. So I wanted to ask, how would the sisters react to being tickled out of a sudden? Like they're having some playful fight on the bed and their s/o starts tickling them

What an interesting ask!👀👀 :)

Let’s get into it!

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Bela

While always frowning at her sisters for fighting and wrestling, she actually doesn’t mind play fighting you

In fact, she thinks you’re adorable, trying to overpower her

Obviously, you can’t do so with pure strength. Despite being physically weaker than her younger sister, Bela is still by far stronger than a mortal, after all

And, of course, she is strategic

She’s cunning, knows how to pin you and win easily

This time, you’re determined to win this playful fight of yours

And so, you play dirty, do what you’re unsure will work and what you know your beautiful girlfriend does not expect

You move your hand to her stomach

And it takes just a single brush of your fingertips against her for her to shriek

As you move your fingers, her strength suddenly matters none

She collapses on you, squeaking, unable to hold herself up any longer as she’s tickled

She insists, she’ll kill you!,

but those harmless little threats can barely leave her lips as she gasps and squeals, trying to move her body and block her sensitive stomach from you

You’re giggling, relishing in the sight of your girlfriend- previously so smug and hovering over you- now squealing and curling on top of you, desperate to get away

You’re not making it that easy for her

You hold her with one arm, making use of her rather slim build

The other hand moves at her sensitive stomach still, your fingers moving cruelly as she giggles and squeals

Until, finally, she swarms brokenly

You laugh as she stumbles, her flies a little disoriented from swarming so suddenly

Still, you steady her, and quickly place a kiss to her lips as they part and you sense she’s about to start scolding you

With this, she just can’t stay mad at you

Cassandra

It really isn’t a good idea to be play fighting with Cassandra

And it really, really isn’t a good idea to try and tickle her

Beforehand, one little voice in your head ought to warn you: are you certain what you’re doing is worth it?

And your answer would probably be “No”

Still, you risk it

Just because of how adorable she gets when you play fight, when she snarls and growls and her flies buzz loudly

When she dominates and pins you easily, her lips teasing the flesh at your neck, her teeth sliding against it slowly

A predator

This time, you’re determined to win

And as such, when she’s back on top of you, you move in for the kill

You know, she’s somewhat ticklish by her neck, one of the more sensitive areas of her body

You figure, you have good chances there!

Alas, one should not move this fast around Cassandra, and should not raise one’s hand to her throat so fast

You know this, technically

Still, just when you touch her throat, about to tickle her, it’s you who yelps instead

Cassandra stares at you wide eyed, hovering above you, your hand held tight in her mouth like dead prey

You feel her teeth digging in slightly- enough to hold you, to ensure you can’t easily pull your hand back, the force she applies not enough to break it

Briefly, you panic

Ah, but her flies buzz so loudly and she looks almost embarrassed to have automatically caught and bitten your hand

You coo at the light blush on her cheeks and her wide, apologetic eyes

After a long moment she drops your hand again, even as you notice her follow it with her eyes and lick her lips at the blood she pulled from you with her sharp teeth

Looking back, you now have the answer as to why tickling- or even attempting to do so- Cassandra is a bad idea

She bites

Daniela

Daniela is a pretty ticklish person, as you’ve come to find out quickly

It’s adorable, really

This tall, strong, beautiful woman. Cannibalistic, mutated by the cadou implant. Bloodthirsty, murderous, manic

Incredibly ticklish

She's also very, very playful

Alas, she also loves play fighting you

Unlike her sister, Daniela tries so very hard to be gentle during such little fights, though

It's just hard to contain her strenght, sometimes. She's used to fighting and wrestling her older sister of all people, strong and durable, not a mortal

As such, you sometimes need to come up with plans and take opportunities to win, even by playing dirty

Tickling is the easiest option, really

When you notice her get a little too rough with you, you make your move

She usually doesn't notice your hands move to the underside of her arms and her stomach

Not until it's too late, anyway

When you begin tickling her, she collapses on you immediately, giggling and squealing

She even somewhat likes tickling, for the simple reason that she likes laughing

She'll squeal and cling to you, even try to get back at you, even as it's of little use

Daniela will plead for mercy fast enough, giggling loudly and panting when stop and pull her close to you instead

To her, it's perfection

Especially when those play fights end up as cuddle sessions

[adammonter]

Paprika's Devotion

Snippet underneath!

Paprika was observant, contrary to popular belief. All the adults thought poorly of her dad's, which made them think she was just as bad.

'she's cracked, she must be just as bad as them' grian stated

But no, she sees everything, the way they mocking her dad's, put them down, doubt them, ignore them, hurt them.

She was having none of it, she wasn't going to let any of this happen. They don't know her dads, who held her so gently and adored her.

'it's means your are strong egg! you can do anything!' her dads smiled so brightly at her.

They didn't see them work perfectly together, lifting eachother up every step of the way and only getting better under the praise. They didn't see the way they cheered for her as she brought back animals, the way they taught her how to care for animals and for others. Didn't see the way that they smiled at her, laughed with her, loved her. They were amazing and no one was able to see it, didn't want to see it.

So she was taking it in her own hands.

Her dads didn't know how to fight, so she was teaching herself in secret, she made a target and battle dummy and all. Her grip on a sword never falter, only growing stronger with each slash, with each insult thrown their way. Her precision got better as she hit another bullseye, another shoot to shoo off invaders.

She did it any time her parents weren't around, and she got good at it. Got so good at some point, so confident, that she finally grabbed onto on morning and held up a sign.

'I want to show you something I've been working on!'

"Of course, were to Rika!' Tango and Jimmy smiled widely to her, following her as she dragged them to her hiding spot in the woods. She has set up two chairs for her dads to sit in, pulling them to it and pointing at them to sit. They laughed at her (never maliciously, they did it because they loved her) and sat, eyes on her.

Paprika pulled out her bow first and pointed to the targets. She placed down a sign, 'Watch!'

They did, with a held in breath and bright eyes.

She readied herself, an anxious shaky breath but a confident practice. She pulled the string, another breath, less shaky this time. Her eyes narrowed, knowing where she had to hit next.

She shot.

'BULLSEYE!' Jimmy gasped, standing up and clapping, Tango did the same. Paprika shot three more arrows, each hitting the bullseye, one evening hitting right in the middle of another.

She lowered her bow and looked to her dads, who had tears in their eyes but the brightest smiles she has ever seem. And they were for her, she glowed under the look.

"Oh Paprika! You talented little egg!" Jimmy lifted her up, and she held on as they praised her. They altered between hugging her and giving her little kisses on her head. "I knew you could do anything, look at you, our perfect little egg!"

She felt so full of their love, impossiblely so. No one understood about this about her dads, but she does and she'll do anything to keep and protect it.

Paprika shimmed in her dads arms until they understood that she wanted down, lightly setting her on the ground.

She placed a sign, 'That's not all! I've been practicing with a sword too, I've even fought some mobs too!" They had a pair gasp at it.

"Our little warrior, no one will ever know what hit them" Tango grinned as he patted the top of her head, "the Ranch really is going to take over the server!"

Paprika let herself enjoy the warmth of their love a bit longer. In time she will teach them to fight too, but right now they were happy and so was she.

[aus-btler]

“Mine”

Aus!Benny Fem!Reader

This is my first fanfic, so it may be bad. I got the idea for it from another fanfic I read a while back. I also wrote this in Character AI so I could just copy and paste it here.

There’s no exact plot, by the way.

Light smut - pregnant kink - unprotected p in v - not detailed smut - romance(?)

Proofreader: myself ✨

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You knew who the Vandals were. You always watched them safely through your window as their bikes roared down the street, each passing one by one. But one particular one caught your eye.

Benny. He seemed like one of the only ones who was free for the taking. And it was even better when he moved in next door to you. You had prepared him a welcome basket, being delusional and thinking he’d fall in love with you over it. But he didn’t.

The next day, you wore more revealing clothes, trying to get his attention. It was summer so he didn’t notice. He was starting to irritate you.

For a whole month in a row you wore revealing clothes, trying to get his attention. Nothing worked. But you liked a slow burn.

Now as you sat with him in his house as the two of you watched a movie, which he’d invited you to watch, you crossed your legs. Trying to get him to notice the way your skirt rode up just enough to expose your thighs.

He was close enough to kiss you, no doubt. But he didn’t. Instead, he got up and got the two of you some more popcorn. You glanced down at your body once he was fully out of the room.

You were thinking maybe something was wrong about it. Maybe he just didn’t like petite girls like you. But that couldn’t be the case. You’d seen him admire other petite girls. Then again, they had those small rib cages and shoulders that girls were expected to have. You didn’t have that. You always looked at those girls and envied them. You always thought ‘why do they get that good of genetics?’.

You’d worked out countless times, trying to look like them. It never worked. Priscilla Presley was trending, as she was seen with Elvis. She was pretty much every guy’s dream girl. So was Twiggy. Priscilla looked like she’d just come out of a fairytale. Petite figure, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect everything. You’d tried copying her fashion since a lot of other girls did. You had felt cute that day. You felt good about it at first but when you looked at the Polaroid picture of her you had on your mirror to make sure you got the look right.. your mood dropped. She looked better in it. Prettier. Like a goddess. And well.. maybe a guy would only call you cute for it.

You’d waxed right before you came over here. Waxing was starting to trend, since it was easier (albeit more painful) than shaving. You’d held back tears when you waxed your lower lady bits but it was worth it. You wanted Benny to want you.

But it wasn’t working. Now as he came back in the room with freshly made (and freshly buttered) popcorn, your heart ached. Doubt filled your mind. Why didn’t he like you?, the question echoed through your mind.

But an hour later, something happened. He ended up kissing you. A kissing scene came on (since sex wasn’t allowed in films back then) and it turned Benny on.

So you and him ended up making love. It was so passionate.. so romantic. He’d murmured how he wanted you so bad, how he was going to marry you, all that. But the next morning.. your self doubt set in again.

He was a biker, you told yourself. Maybe he was just playing with you.

But he wasn’t.

It was a Saturday morning, Benny had wanted to watch the sunrise with you. But what you didn’t expect was that he’d propose.

Thats how you ended up here. Making out with him in his kitchen. He picked you up and set you on the counter as he spoke, his voice husky and low.

“Baby, I’m serious ‘bout marryin’ ya.” he murmured in between kisses.

“I’m gonna marry you, and we’ll have babies- oh lots of babies. You’ll always be pregnant. Mmm..”

So he ended up making love to you on his counter, conceiving you twos’ first child.

When you told him he was going to get you pregnant he smirked and murmured in your ear.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

So he did.

Now, you were two months pregnant. He smirked as you told him you were pregnant.

“Good. Now everyone can know you’re mine.”

He ran his hands over your child-filled stomach, kissing you deeply. He then murmured in your ear.

“Everyone will know you’re mine.”

He then lightly kissed your neck before he spoke again, his tone possessive, sending chills and excitement through your body.

“MINE.”

End

[ashblooddragons]

La Danse Macabre (Chapter 4/?)

Series Masterlist

121 ac

Dragonstone

Valaenas pov

I feel the ship rock back and forth as we get closer and closer to the island Mama says we used to live in. It's big and scary, but Mama looks so happy when she looks at it I force a smile for her. 

I look down at my egg, it's pure black so dark I swear it swallows up light. But it will never hatch, it turned to stone and Mama and Papa say that means it's a bad egg. 

I don't know why Mama and Papa would give me a bad egg when Jace and Lucs were perfect and hatch little Vermax and Arrax. Is it because their boys? Because they look like Harwin? Mama does look at him in a way that is so different to Papa. Like she can't look away, or that she doesn't want 

I feel a hand ruffle my hair and look up to see Papa. “Excited to pick a new egg?” He asks with one of his funny grins. 

I don't respond, only looking down at my egg again. 

“I know you wanted it to hatch, I'm sorry it didn't. But your Mother's didn't, nor did your grandma's.” 

I know he is trying to make me feel better, but it doesn't. We're coming to this island so I can pick a new egg, it makes me worried this one will be and too.

“Why did you and Mama give me a bad egg? You gave Jace and Luc good ones.” I ask, eyeing the little dragons following my brother's. 

He sighs looking down at his feet, I noticed he does this when he's thinking though I don't know what his shoes would do to help him. 

“When me and your Mother picked your egg, I had my doubts. It was so dark to your sweet little self. But she swore it would hatch. Maybe it didn't because it wasn't made for you, maybe there is another dragon just waiting to hatch and held by you.” 

I take his words in before looking at the egg. It's not me, we were just never meant to be friends. I think before hugging Papa with all my strength.

“It wasn't me.” I say as he strokes my hair. 

“No, any dragon would be lucky to have you as their rider, my darling girl.” He says before kissing my brow and standing up. “Now we're about to dock, why don't you get all the toys you need?” He suggests pointing to my pile of toys.

I try to pick which ones I absolutely need so in the end I'm carrying my Seasmoke plush and Little Val while Papa carries Saera, Mary, and my plush Syrax off the ship. 

“Stay with Magnolia boys, me and your Father will be busy.” Mama says to Jace and Luc before handing them to one of her maids. 

“Now let's go to the Dragonpit, they should have all the eggs down there.” Mama says with a tight lipped smile as she has another one of her maids take my toys. 

What was the point in bringing them down if I can't play with them? I think as Papa picks me up and starts walking towards a dark cave. I don't like the noises that escape from it, they don't sound friendly. Nothing like Seasmoke or Syrax when they see me. 

“Sorry love, I thought we would be able to explore the castle before this but it seems your Mother is on a mission.” Papa whispers to me before following after Mama and the Dragonkeepers. 

When we enter it's a large room that smells stinky. Like burnt flesh and rotten eggs. 

Not a good combo. 

But what catches my attention is the large table in the middle of the room with all sorts of eggs. Lots are black like my bad one, some are green, a few are blue, and then there are a handful of random colors. Like red, brown, orange, and yellow. But none holds my attention more than the other. 

“Are these all of them? I thought you said Silverwing and some wild dragons had laid more than this.” Mama asks, looking at each one whispering to herself. 

“There was, your Grace, but sadly some turned to stone and some were too dangerous to recover.” An old man says from his place beside Mama.

“Let me guess, the Unbonded?” She asks in a tone that implies there is an inside joke. 

He only nods before turning to look at me. He waves me and Papa forward and before I can tell Papa I don't want to be closer to the dark tunnel he moves closer. 

“Alright, my love, why don't you start by telling us which you don't want.” Mama suggests taking me out of Papa's arms and sitting me on the table. 

I'm never allowed to sit on the table. This place must be special. I think looking at each one. 

“Not black, those are the ones that go bad.” I say with a nod. 

The old man moves forward and I see he's about to speak when Papa interrupts him. 

“Fair enough, your first egg was black and now it's stone, perhaps a different color.” 

I agree with Papa but when I turn to look at him I notice the glare he gives the old man. 

Why is Papa upset, the man was only going to talk? I think before Mama tells me to look at the eggs again. 

“Not yellow, I want Syrax to feel special.” I say pointing at the two yellow eggs. One is lighter with a grey shimmer and the other is darker like gold without the shimmer, instead it has a brown shimmer that Mama says looks like copper. 

“How sweet darling, I'm sure Syrax will thank you.” Mama says as she runs her hands through my curls. 

We stay there for a bit with me slowly removing eggs from the table. I feel bad as I do it, I want them to have friends but Mama says I should pick the perfect one. 

But for some reason I feel like the dragon that's supposed to be my friend isn't in this room, it's outside somewhere on this island. 

We only stop when my stomach growls so loud Mama and Papa can't help but laugh. 

“Sorry, I'm hungry.” I say as I touch my tummy that keeps rumbling.

“Tis alright, my love, we have dwindled it down quite a bit. There was thirty here and now there are fifteen. We got rid of more than half.” Mama says picking me up and setting me on my own feet again. 

I wiggle my legs when I feel them buzz like one of Helaena's bugs in a jar. It isn't a good feeling each step I take feels like I'm stepping on a pile of needles but I know the best way to get rid of this feeling is walking. 

Such an odd way of fixing the pain, by adding more pain. 

“How about a picnic? You could collect seashells after you eat.” Mama suggests. 

I do like collecting seashells. I think before nodding my head excitedly. 

I make sure Mary, Little Val, and Saera all are sitting properly before I start to fill my plate. 

I get bread, cold meats, and cheese. But Mama stops me from sitting back down and holds out an apple. 

“Your Father can cut it, but you need a fruit or vegetable.” She says as she hands it to Papa who quickly gets his dagger and slices piece after piece until the core is left. 

“Do you want lemon on your apple?” Papa asks as he slices one into four pieces and squeezes one over his grapes. 

“Will it be good?” I ask curiously. I've never thought about using lemon on my fruit, it's sour and apples are so sweet. It just doesn't make sense.

“Here, we'll drop a little on one slice and then you try it. If you like it we'll do the rest, if you don't then it's only one apple slice.” 

I think about his solution before nodding, holding one out waiting for him to squeeze the lemon. 

“Alright take a bite.” He says watching as I take a bite of the crisp apple. 

The apple is soft yet firm, giving a satisfying crunch when I bite into it. The sweetness is what I taste first and then the tangy sour. It blends perfectly, it gives a fresh taste to the sweet watery flavor of the apple. 

I quickly hold out my plate waiting for him to squeeze more on to the rest. 

“I assume you liked it?” He teases gently squeezing lemon juice onto the rest of the apple slices. 

“Why is it so good? It shouldn't be! Sour and sweet doesn't make sense!” I exclaim taking bite after bite, hardly breathing before I take another. 

“Slow down, I don't want you choking.” He says resting his hand over mine just as I go to bite my last slice. “And I don't know, sweetling, but this is how my Father ate them.” 

The rest of the picnic goes by quickly, we'll if it weren't for Luc who keeps asking what everything is. He was always a curious babe, but now that he knows how to talk he just. Won't. Stop. 

He needs to know what each cheese is called and why, what each piece of meat is called and what animal it came from, how you make bread and why it can be fluffy or hard. He wants to know why some clouds are thin and some are like pillows. 

I want to know the answer to these questions too, but from the way Mama rubs her head with a frown and Papa keeps sighing, I know now isn't the time to join Luc on all the questions of the world. 

“All done!” I exclaim as I set my now empty plate on the blanket before standing up. 

“Oh, well your brother's aren't quite done, Darling. Why don't you find some seashells or seaglass?” Mama says as she grabs Jace's arm before he runs into the cold water. No doubt Luc would be right behind him. 

“Yes I think that's a lovely idea. Your brother's are being quite a handful. I think they are about ready for their midday nap.” Papa says stopping Luc from throwing bread into the ocean so he can ‘feed the hungry fishys’.

I nod, turning around and walking away looking for any sheets or seaglass. I often find that Mama and Papa say stuff like that a lot. Especially Mama. 

Sorry Darling, Jace and Luc are too rowdy right now, maybe later. 

Oh I would love to but Jace and Luc wouldn't know what to do and get into everything.

Honey, why don't you play with Aemond and Helaena? Jace is having a tantrum. 

Why don't you find me pretty flowers while I calm down Luc? 

I'll see you soon, after this voyage. And when I come home you and I will play alright?

But they are all lies. Papa never plays for long because he is needed for another voyage or a small council meeting. And Mama…well Mama never has time for me it seems. She is always worried about Jace and Luc. But I understand they can be crazy at times, at least I have Aemond to play with…well at least at home. 

I wish Aemond was here. I think wiping a tear that streams down my face out of nowhere. Why do tears come when you don't know why you're sad? 

I pick up a pretty blue shell that goes into a spiral. When I shake it I hear something shake. 

What is in this? I think looking inside for anything only to find sand.

Weird. I think before dropping the shell in the leather pouch Papa gave me as one of my nameday gifts. 

I continue to look for any good shells I think Helaena might like when my mind drifts to the eggs. 

None felt…right. Maybe Dreamfyre laid more and one of those will be my friend. But what about Aemond? I think remembering how sad he was when he found his egg had turned to stone too. 

I then remember one egg I think he might like. It's green with brown shimmer all over it. He always loved Vhagar saying she was the greatest dragon in the conquest. That one looked the most similar to the paintings of her. 

I'll make sure it is brought home for him with my egg. I decide when another shake comes but this time I'm not holding any eggs and the sand even shifted. 

I look around confused why this would happen when I see a big cave. Big enough for Vhagar to fit or at least from what the paintings show. 

I hear people yelling but no matter how badly I want to turn and see who is and why I can't. This cave holds my attention for some reason. Like something is calling for me. 

Another shake comes and I feel my heart about beats out of my chest when I see why the ground is shaking. 

A huge white dragon starts walking out of the cave. It seems like it's around the size of Vermithor, maybe bigger, but not as big as Vhagar. Its wings membrane is light pink, almost white. All of it is white, but it's eyes. They are blue like the ocean; they even seem to make waves as they move.

The yelling comes closer but I can't take my eyes off the dragon in front of me. Something in my chest vibrates when I look at it, and even though it turns its head to growl at whoever is coming it doesn't take its eyes off me either. 

I finally build up the courage to speak when it starts to lean its head down to sniff me.

“Do you want to be friends? My egg turned to stone, maybe I could take one of yours so I could have a dragon friend?” I ask as I hold my hand out for the dragon to smell.

“VALAENA!” I hear and I reluctantly look away from the dragon to find Mama and Papa running towards me. Mama is crying big big tears. And Papa, why does he seem scared? Papa is never scared, he's big and strong, a great knight who can fight anyone or anything. 

It is only now that I realize how far I went, I can barely see where we were eating and that's only because of the two people holding Jace and Luc who seem very scared. 

But my attention is quickly brought back to the dragon as it growls towards Mama and Papa before laying on the ground with its head at my feet. 

I try to figure out what this means, what the dragon wants me to do. So I decide to do just that. 

“Do you want me to give you my seashells?” I ask which doesn't give any response other than a blink of its eyes but that could be because of the bird that flew by. 

“Do you want food from our picnic?” I ask which seems to annoy the dragon as it buffs pushing its head close to me so I can feel the warmth of its scales. Though it's still not touching me. 

And that's when it hits me what it wants. “Do you want me to pet you?” I ask which gives me something that sounds like one of the happy rumbles Seasmoke makes when Papa comes to see him. 

“VALAENA COME HERE NOW!” I hear Mama demand as she and Papa continue to run towards me.

I know it's naughty not to listen to Mama, but for some reason I need to pet this dragon. I can't explain why but the longer I don't the more my chest hurts. So I decide to rest my hand on its huge snout.

I can't help but giggle at how big it's nose is compared to my hand, but also the feel of its scales. They are soft like one of Mama's shiny dresses she says are made of silk. They are all white not any other color in sight. Even the shimmer of its scales seems white. 

“Are we friends now? Are you my dragon friend? Like Mama with Syrax and Papa with Seasmoke?” I ask and it does that happy rumble again. “I'll take that as a yes.” I say before jumping when I hear Papa yell next.

“VALAENA VELARYON GET OVER HERE NOW!” 

He doesn't seem happy, and he doesn't look it either. I slowly walk over to them, hanging my head. I knew it was naughty not to listen but I just couldn't leave the dragon, it felt like home, it felt safe, it felt like freedom. 

Once I'm about halfway to them Mama runs forward picking me up and holding me so close my rubs pinch and it's hard to breathe. But I don't tell her this, because she starts crying, and not the sad kind, the kind where your whole body shakes. She even falls to her knees as she kisses me all over as big tears roll down her face. 

I've never seen Mama like this. I think as I hug her back hoping that it'll help her be happy again. 

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” I say over and over again hoping she will stop crying, I don't like seeing her sad.

I then feel someone hug me from behind and turn to see Papa crying too. I've never seen him cry ever. I don't know what to do. I know what I did was naughty but dragons are nice, it wouldn't have hurt me. 

I start saying I'm sorry louder and faster as I try and hug them both. I just want them to stop crying, why won't they stop? 

Mama then finally leans back wiping her tears even though more fall, but these ones are smaller and slower. 

“Look at me Valaena, don't ever scare me or your Father like that again. We thought we lost you for good, you are very very lucky. Do you hear me!” She demands and all I can do is nod my head as tears start rolling down my cheeks too. 

She pulls me in for a bone crushing hug again before standing up and carrying me back to where we had our picnic. 

She says something to her maids before following them towards the keep. I hear whispers as we pass by some of the Dragonkeepers. They all look at me with mixes of fear and astonishment. 

I don't know why but what I do know is this. 

When I put my hand on that dragon's snout, I felt alive. I felt whole. And there is no way I'm letting that feeling be taken from me. And from the way the dragon stares after me it won't either. 

I lay in bed listening to Mama and Papa talk, they hadn't let me out of their sight since I made my dragon friend. They keep calling it the ‘Unbonded’ but I know I don't like that name. 

From what I gathered it's not a it, it's a she, a girl dragon. Mama says they found lots of eggs in the cave because the dragon is now sleeping in front of the castle, or as close as it can get. 

“The Unbonded Laenor! The bloody Unbonded. Our little girl claimed a beast that rejected its rider in the cradle. Our little girl claimed a beast that has killed more Targaryen and Velaryon than evem even fucking Cannibal. It has rejected every potential rider and then it just…chose her?” Mama says as she taps her fingers on the table. 

At least that's what I assume the tick tick tick noise is.

“I know Rhaenyra, I know the bloody dragons history. I know our little girl almost because ash in the wind and there would've been nothing we could've done to stop it. All because of what? Jace and Luc being rowdy? Gods we almost lost our daughter because we couldn't couldn't fucking patient!” Papa says as he paces the living area of our apartment. 

It goes silent for a hit before Mama sighs standing up and walking towards Papa, or I think so because he suddenly stopped. 

“Let's stop thinking about what could've happened, and instead think about what did. Our little girl did something no one else has, and she did it so calmly. I don't even think she realized she was in danger. I guess we have Syrax and Seasmoke for that.” Mama says and then they both start laughing. 

As they continue to talk I decide on a better name than the unbonded. 

She's beautiful, really beautiful. What does Papa call me when I look beautiful? Gevives? Yeah that'll be her name. 

Also if you want to know what Unbonded looks like, or now Gevives this is the inspo. As you can see there is a reason they said shes around the size of Vermithor and Vhagar, also keep in mind Laena lives in this so she claimed another dragon (Sheapsteeler) so Aemond will lose his eye and claim Vhagar another way.

one more thing, if you want to know more about the Unbonded I recommend checking my WIld Dragon post. I'm planning on adding more such as Brightfyre (Shout out to all my Tides of Love readers) and a couple others I'm working up.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

I would also like to thank @zaldritzosrose for making the divider for this fic! I love it even though I know it is Baela inspired lol.

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[illicitdream]

" i am too. " he was perhaps too quick to answer, hoping to immediately dispel any notion that he had any second thoughts or that he didn't really mean what he said. " i'm . . . i'm more comfortable with this than i've been with just about anything. i want you to know that. " the longer they lay there, tangled up with one another, the more he could feel his muscles tighten just a little, which brought on the occasional shift and stretch. his legs eventually got wrapped up in theirs, arms curling tighter again to bring them closer, head nestled right under his chin. " yeah, you're right. this is the easy part. " in the glow of what they'd just done he couldn't help but cling to them, holding their body close to his, close enough that he could feel their heartbeats start to steady. a hand idly dragged along their ribcage, their back, their curves, before tangling in their hair and idly petting it as they spoke. " don't have to go through the will-they-won't-they again. " moving his head back, he let theirs lean back enough where they could look one another in the eyes again. " i'm all yours, floss. and i wouldn't rather be anywhere else. " he punctuated his musing with a little kiss on their nose. " yeah, i feel like getting called ridiculous would've done some serious damage. " it's a joke, he presents it like one with a little laugh as he nestled his head against theirs. the hand that dragged down along their body eventually clasped onto their thigh, only to raise it and help wrap their leg around his hips so they could cuddle up a little closer. " careful, i hear the whole being a massive dork thing is infectious. " not long before he takes his turn resting his face against their neck. only the occasional peck, but mostly to revel in the sensation of being held by them, the comfort and stability it brings. " scary, " he laughed when he said it, as much as he could. " yeah, maybe to everyone else. " they shifted again, and he happily let a hand rest against the back of their head as she came to rest against the curve of his neck. " you'll always just be my girl to me. who knows though, maybe you being a little scary turns me on. " another casual kiss to their forehead. they could probably feel his lips curling into a smile as she spoke before he leaned back again. " i'd like that. what you think, dinner ? " each sentence punctuated by a gentle kiss to their lips. " maybe some dancing somewhere. " a deep breath followed. " floss . . . my ideal night is one where i'm with you. you ask me what date i'd plan . . . i'd get us popcorn, make us dinner, we sit on the couch and eat, and when we're done we put a movie on, or a bad reality tv show and we just have fun being in the same room. as long as you're with me i'll have the time of my life. " he rolled over so she could lay atop him, and hie could more comfortably watch her. " and when we're done i carry you back here, and maybe we do this again if we want to. maybe a few times, until we're so tired and horse that we can't keep going. " his eyes soften, like he's looking at the love of his life. " and maybe when we're done, we just hold each other and fall asleep. sounds like a beautiful night to me, either way. "

“of course we are. i mean, i am.” flossie couldn’t speak for him, not in this situation. there were certainly instances where she felt like she knew allen well enough to make assumptions about what he was thinking or feeling, and was able to act on them accordingly. however, this wasn’t something they’d sensed or saw coming so perhaps he was better at keeping things a secret than they’d realised. or her ignorance had been intentional, turning a blind eye to something right in front of her through the fear that also came with it. who really was narcissistic enough to assume their best friend was in love with them? she’d just consider herself lucky if he shared even a fraction of the feelings that she had for him and it certainly seemed like he did, at the very least. “we do but it doesn’t have to be hard. things just… come when they’re ready. we’ve taken long enough to get here, i think this is supposed to be the easy bit,” she mused, though that admittance was perhaps also what was troubling her. “please, al. it would’ve taken more than you admitting you had feelings for me to drive me away. i’d probably have just called you ridiculous or… i don’t know. it wouldn’t have been a big deal.” not to them, at least. it might’ve been devastating for him, maybe he was the one that wouldn’t be able to come back from such a confession. she closed her eyes as he idly touched her, basking in the sensation of such pure affection. “i didn’t tell you i have the hots for mega nerds? huh, funny i missed that one out.” inhaling deeply, their eyes fluttered open to fall upon his face. a face that she’d looked at so many times before and also somehow felt like she was seeing in a brand new light. “i don’t know… i’ve heard i can be pretty scary…” not scary exactly, just fiercely independent and with a need to prove it. had more bark than bite, honestly. probably evidenced best by the fact she shuffled down the bed a little so that she could sling an arm around allen’s waist and tuck her head beneath his chin. “you wanna… maybe go on a date this weekend? actually do something nice. get dressed up. make a bit of effort.” it might be difficult going forward to distinguish the romance to their hangouts, they’d spent so much time together that she felt it was important to establish some sort of difference. “we can maybe hang out here afterwards too, of course… if the evening calls for it. we can just see where the night takes us, like a real first date.”

[1796samuel-seabury1729]

sighs dreamily <33

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[sysig]

Still a thief at heart, stealing kisses (Patreon)

[magical-girl-04]

!•°~ I will be adored ~°•¡