#poking his chest when she demands no more secrets

[danikamariewrites]

Hi! I have a Cassian request. Could you a do request that's somewhat spoiler free? I'm about midway in acomaf( I know late to the game lol) I've got a good amount of fics reblogged but I've also been nervous to read them. Maybe reader is rhys's little sister and he made clear rule from day one that is inner circle isn't allowed to touch her. But reader Cass have been secretly dating and then their mating bond goes into effect so they can't necessarily hide it anymore. Maybe feyre is the only one that knows until then.

Secrets I Keep

Cassian x Rhys’s sister!reader

Notes: Cass is the best bat boy for the brother’s best friend’s trope! I know you asked this a while ago so I need to know if you’ve finished yet, ACOMAF is one of my favorites.

Warnings:

Bidding Feyre goodnight you shut the door behind her. Letting out a sigh of relief and slumping against the door you look to the closet. When Feyre had come to your bedroom over an hour ago thats where you had stuffed your poor boyfriend. Stalking over to the closet you thanked the Mother that the newly turned fae female couldn’t pick up on Cassian’s scent.

Yanking the door open you immediately spot Cassian curled up, trying to hide behind your more formal gowns. His wings, unfortunately, gave the General away. As well as his long, muscular legs that he attempted to tuck close to his chest.

Stifling a laugh with an unconvincing throat clearing sound Cass pokes his head out from behind the layers of silk and tule. “You can come out now.” Cassian lets out a sigh, groaning as he stood from the tightness in his joints. You laugh at him, a teasing remark already forming in your mind.

Cass towers over you, giving you a playful smirk. “What are you laughing at, princess?” “Just an old man and his creaky joints.” He shakes his head at you, quickly grabbing you and flinging you over his shoulder, tickling your sides. Giggling like crazy you playfully demand he put you down. Cassian throws you on your bed, crawling over your body to press kisses all over your face.

Getting a weird feeling you notice a new source of light from the corner of your eye. Turning your head you see Feyre standing in your doorway, eyes wide and mouth open in shock at the sight before her. You hit Cassian’s chest to get him to stop. Noticing Feyre’s presence Cass turns to her.

Sitting up, your mouth opens and closes, at a loss for what to say. “Don’t tell Rhys!” You blurt out. Feyre nods, slowly backing out of your room, “I got your back, don’t worry.” She says with a smirk.

——

It’s been over a month since Feyre was last in the Night Court. Now that she’s a permanent resident you’ve been helping her adjust to life here and working for your brother.

Today you decided to make a rare appearance before noon, joining the group for training early.

You stayed off to the side for a bit, watching Feyre spar with Cassian. You noticed some of Cassian’s signature moves as they fought. Smiling to yourself you remember when Cass started training you.

Yeah, you’d had some training but your father didn’t want you near Illyrian. Especially because of your wings. You had inherited the same ability as Rhys - being able to call your wings on command - but you also had a fear that one day you might be forced to show them in the camps. And nothing good could come from that.

When the boys came home from the first war Cassian took it upon himself to make sure you were a warrior. Rhys had told both Azriel and Cass you were not in the dating pool. But the sparks flew during your training and you couldn’t stay away. Your relationship finally started a year ago. Ever since you’ve been in a state of bliss, blindly in love for the first time in your life.

Rhys landed, his wings beating loudly, commanding attention. You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Hello Feyre darling. Are you ready for another lesson?” He holds out a hand for her to take, his wings disappearing in that familiar dark mist. You had missed seeing his magic. You missed him.

Feyre nodded, taking his hand, leaving you and Cassian alone. As they walked past Feyre sent you a subtle wink you prayed Rhys didn’t catch.

As you and Cass sparred you grabbed you around the waist, bringing you to the ground. You fought against his bulky frame, trying to get leverage to flip him. “Give up yet, princess? You look like you’re running out of steam.”

“You wish idiot!” you retort, still struggling. Cassian laughs, “Wow, idiot? That’s all you got today?”

You weakly punch at his thick thighs caging in your torso. “I’d think of something else, but a giant is cutting off the air supply to my brain.” Cassian laughed again as you continued to push at him. He wasn’t really crushing you, but good gods your boyfriend is an immovable mountain.

Cassian went ridged above you. Noticing the tension in his muscles you stop, gazing up at him with a worried look. “Cass? What’s wrong?” You ask softly. His gaze seemed far away, distracted. His jaw unhinged in shock. You slide out from under him to stand in front of him. Holding his face in your hands you tilt it so he’s looking up at you.

“Cassian, you’re freaking me out. What is wrong?” You shake him a little to snap him back into himself. Cassian grabbed your wrists, pressing kisses across your knuckles then your palms. “It-the bond. It snapped, for you.”

Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Your jaw dropping to match Cassian’s shock. Seconds later you feel that warm, golden thread hum to life in your chest, wrapping snugly around your heart. You fling your arms around Cassian’s neck, pushing closer to his body, trying to be one with your mate.

Cassian’s tears fall against your cheek. You move to pull away from him but Cass holds on to you tighter. “Why are you crying baby?” You coo. “This is just-this is the happiest day of my life.” He whispered.

You squeeze him tighter, turning to press a kiss against his cheek. Feeling unsatisfied with that small show of affection Cass threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you to face him, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

Breaking away for air you rest your forehead against his, both letting out breathless laughs. “I love you.” He says, pressing his lips to yours again. This one quicker and rushed, like he can’t get enough of you. “I love you more, Cass.”

[salllzy]

Sal's snippets #1 (hidden in the shadows #1)

Alastor had secrets the same as anyone else, however, he kept his well and truly buried, they were so buried that not even a palaeontologist would be able to find them. Which was how he liked it. Alastor didn't want anyone prying into his past or his family, regardless of who they were. But he was also aware that he couldn't always get what he wanted and that sometimes things went tits up without help. So one day when he found everyone gathered in the lobby staring at a letter from Heaven he was curious, but his curiosity turned to horror when he realised that it was his name on the front of it. He didn't even hesitate to burn the letter. How dare they. They had no right to contact him after all these years, they wanted nothing to do with him when he had been living on Earth and he wanted nothing to do with them. Not now. He was settled in Hell and had no intentions of leaving it, especially not for some pompous idiots who seemed to think they knew better than everyone else.

"Al? What was that about?" The urge to grind his teeth was strong and while he had no desire to answer Charlie's question he knew that he would need to give them something. Otherwise, they would keep prodding and poking until they got the answers that they wanted and he didn't want that. "I have no idea what you mean my deer, but if I would have to take a guess I would say that someone in Heaven wants to reach me! I have no idea why!" The lie fell from his lips easy enough, he had spent his entire life lying about who and what he was and he doubted that it was going to change. He wanted nothing to do with Heaven and he never would, not even his mother could change his mind. But he should have known that Heaven wouldn't give up so easily. ------ A month later a portal from Heaven opened up in the hotel lobby, Charlie had invited the sins and the other Overlords to see the work that she was doing, now that they knew that it was possible for sinners to be redeemed Charlie was eager to get as many demons on board as possible. This meant that everyone noticed the portal opening and more than one of them reached for their weapons in case it was another attack. But Alastor had a sinking feeling in his chest. "Alastor!" His mother stepped out of the portal and for a moment he wanted to tear her to shreds, it would be far kinder for him to kill her than have the citizens of Hell find out about her. He took a step away from her when she went to hug him he ignored the look of pain on her face, a group of angels appeared behind her and he wondered if they were here to try and strong-arm him into going to Heaven. He sincerely hoped that they would be able to deal with the consequences if that was the case. "So this is my grandson." Alastor found himself staring up at an angel with jet-black hair and ice-blue eyes, six massive white wings were behind him and Alastor knew without a doubt that this was Uriel. "Uriel I presume, I would say that it is a pleasure but that would be a lie." He could feel the confusion and uncertainty coming from the inhabitants of the hotel, just as he could feel the barely restrained rage coming from the Sins. He could feel the fear coming from the other Overlords now that they were faced with angels that were far stronger than anything they had faced before. Alastor took a step away from the angels, he had no intention of letting any of them touch him. "We are here to take you home, to Heaven with us." Red eyes moved to the youngest angel of the group, she reminded him of Charlie in a way and if he remembered correctly then her name would be Emily.

"I think not, I am no angel and nor will I ever be." He could feel his hidden wings bristle in annoyance, how dare they think that they are his family, that they can demand anything from him.

"Alastor, baby." His eyes drifted to his mother and wondered what tale had been spun to get her on board, she had to have known that he wouldn't fall for this, that he wouldn't want to be part of the so-called family. "No." Before he had a chance to do anything Uriel rushed forward and grabbed him on his shoulders, a screech of feedback left him as six blood-red wings burst from his back for everyone to view. Wings that were mangled, broken and missing giant patches of feathers. Alastor snarled and shoved the shocked Uriel off him. His eyes were radio dials as he looked at the group, he could feel his joints beginning to snap and elongate as he struggled to control the urge to shift and change.

He could hear the gasps of shock as everyone looked at his wings, he hated it, just as much as he hated having his secrets revealed. Without warning thick black tentacles sprouted from the ground and wrapped around his wings, he didn't buckle under the pain as his tentacles began to violently pull his wings off. He could feel the skin, stretching and tearing as blood began to gush down his back, his nerves were on fire as the bones in the wings were shattered and broken. Not a sound of pain left his lips as with one final, vicious pull a wing was torn off his back.

The blood-red wing was tossed in front of Uriel, but Alastor didn't stop there. One by one his songs were torn off his back, he could feel the air touching the nerves as he fought to stay conscious, he had no intention of showing any of these being just how much pain he was in. One by one the wings were tossed in front of Uriel and the other angels. "There, now you have something that belonged to me. You can leave now." He didn't wait for a response as he disappeared into the shadows and into his room, he was barely able to keep himself conscious as his shadow tended to the gaping wounds his his back. That probably hadn't been the smartest thing he had ever done.

[noisyquokka]

Script Change

PAIRING - Jisung x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS - After an off the cuff kiss leaves you anxious and confused, you decide to confront your feelings and your best friend.

WORDCOUNT - 3.6k

WARNINGS - Wholesome fluff, Best Friend!Jisung, Jisung interacting with a child, subtle teasing, your basic crush anxieties, reader's on babysitting duty (for those who aren't into kids, I gotchu)

A/N - So this is part two of a fic that should've been posted four years ago on Han's birthday, but hey! There's no time like the present, right? Happy Han day!!🎉

Part One (I recommend reading, as some of this won't make much sense otherwise)

"Higher! Higher!" Your little cousin squeals, kicking her little legs back and forth on the swing.

You and Jisung had decided on taking her to the park after stopping for a bite to eat, settling on dinosaur nuggets at her favorite restaurant. You'd sat there mute the entire time, watching your best friend and your cousin interact amongst each other. No thanks to your brain having been thrown into a whirlwind not an hour prior.

Even now, you sit on a swing a few feet away, watching Jisung push the small child higher. You know you should be focused on spending time with the two people in front of you, but your mind has been focused on Jisung's lips.

Jisung had kissed you. And not just some little smooch on the cheek like he normally would. Always the jokester, but no. He had full-on kissed you. Your sneakers dig into the mulch under your feet, swinging slightly as your mind buzzes. His actions have left you scratching your head.

"Higher!!!"

"If you go any higher, you're gonna fly to the moon!" Jisung exclaims, ignoring his own warning as he bends to the little girl's demands. Her head sweeps back with a giggle, the wind playing with tangled pigtails as she kicks her feet forward.

"Maybe I wanna go there! Or even Mars," She sticks her tongue out in thought, "Or Saturn!"

Jisung gasps dramatically, hopping on the swing beside hers.

"Are you going on a secret space mission? Are there, perhaps, some evil aliens up there who need a firm butt-kicking!?" He asks, following up with an animated wag of his fist. More giggles resound through the empty park and Jisung beams with pride at the giddy child. He always hopes for a giggle, doesn't he?

"Nooo! I don' know," She giggles again, a toothy grin taking over chunky cheeks. "My teacher says Saturn has lots of moons!"

"Really? Just how many moons does Saturn have, Sweet Pea?"

You chuckle to yourself, listening in on the banter as she ponders her answer. Brown eyes find yours for a moment and you swear your heart is imploding in your chest at the soft smile he blesses you with.

"Uhhhh, Saturn has tons and tons of moons." A tiny finger gestures to the clear sky above, faint masses of hydrogen and helium dancing in a gravitational choreography that twinkles through the atmosphere. "Like as many stars as there are up there!"

Jisung scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"No way, Little Astronomer!"

"Yes way!! It's the truth, Sung Sung! You can search it on the computer and everything!" She's sticking her nose up in a know-it-all fashion, losing momentum from all the animated movement she's been pulling on her swing. She pumps her legs again, trying to get back in a fluid back and forth motion.

Jisung chuckles, sneaking behind the six-year-old to swiftly lift her off the swing. She squeals at his prodding fingers, grabbing at the collar of his T-shirt when he settles her on his hip. You can't help the smile on your lips, watching the two of them poke and prod at each other until your cousin is shying away with timid little giggles. But when Jisung makes his way towards you, her face quickly falls.

"We aren't leaving yet, are we?" She asks, her bottom lip jutting out. Jisung mirrors her, booping the tip of her nose with a finger.

"Hey, turn that frown upside down! We've still got a movie to watch at home." He reminds her. Another gentle poke to her cheek. And now she's poking his cheeks with that same gentle nature and Jisung is giving her the biggest grin he possibly could and you're pretty sure you're going into cardiac arrest.

"What do ya say, Sweet Pea?"

Little hands find the chain around his neck as he talks, fiddling with the links like she always does.

"Okay... can we watch The Princess and the Frog?"

"We can watch whatever you want." He replies, eye sparkling as he holds her gaze. You watch her face light up, looking between you and Jisung with unbridled excitement. She nods and giggles, and you're just about to pull yourself up from the swing when a hand extends to you.

"Your Highness..." He bows as far forward as is possible with a clingy six-year-old on his hip, a small quirk on his lips. Your gaze lingers far too long there and you try to pull off an eye roll and exasperated mannerisms, taking his hand in yours.

"It's Your Cowness, thank you very much!" You mutter as he pulls you to your feet.

"Bovine-ness, if we're being technical."

"Really?"

"Really."

You're lucky it's dark out, because the blood is probably rushing to your cheeks.

"Look, Sung Sung!" A tiny hand pulls at Jisung's shirt, quickly getting his attention. "The swan is in the sky!"

"Ah, you're right, Peanut!" His focus wanes, looking to where she's pointing. "What's the swan's name again? I forget."

"Cygnus!" She shouts. With a missing front tooth, it comes out a little more like Cygmus, but you give her an E for effort.

Indeed, Cygnus soars high above your suburban town, most stars too faint to see with the nearby lights of the city. But you can easily make out most of the familiar constellations up there through all the light pollution.

"Ah, you really are an astronomer!" He says, fingers coming up to scratch the underside of her chin. You're thankful for those magical giggles right now, helping to shake off your nerves from a moment ago.

It's just Jisung being Jisung, you remind yourself as the three of you begin the walk back home. The weight of a tiny head rests on Jisung's shoulders, grumbles coming out here and there as she attempts to get comfortable in his arms. He chuckles at her comical little noises, shifting her so she's cradled in his arms.

"That better?" He asks, grinning as she tilts her head back into the crook of his elbow. The perfect stargazing position. She nods, continuing her search with a gummy grin. Jisung does his best not to sway her as he walks, keeping his arms steady as she keeps those brown eyes skyward. Hercules slaying the magnificent beast, Draco. Aquila flying closely to the swan she'd first identified. Ophiuchus; the snake man, as she labels him. She points out what she knows

But before you know it, those brown eyes have closed and soft breaths have replaced that mousey voice.

And then it was you and him.

Jisung adjusts the child in his hold, being careful not to wake her. That smile still sits itself on his pretty face when he glances over to you and you press your lips together, offering him a lopsided grin before you look away.

How many times had he smiled like that tonight?

And at you, no less. It felt like Jisung had toned down on his usual joking since you had left the house a few hours prior. His interactions hadn't changed with your little cousin though - always the playful, accommodating King in her eyes. You, however?

Since you'd left the house, you took note of the glances he had spared you. Many. Often. Even as he did his best to look casual about it, he had failed. When you would catch his gaze mid-admiration, he would shoot you a smile so soft and genuine, you were certain you could hear the choir of angels above singing. And then there's the paying for dinner. He was adamant about it, even as you insisted that you would foot the bill this time. It wasn't out of character for him. Jisung was always bringing over snacks or picking up takeout before he'd see you, and you'd often try to pay him back your half, at the very least. Didn't work most times, but tonight wasn't the usual.

Was he just being the usual gentleman he always is, or was it that ki-

"You've been pretty quiet."

Jisung's voice is soft, but he still manages to make you jump out of your skin. You turn your head toward him, eyes wide.

"Me?"

"Unless there's a ghost here with us... yes, you." His little quip manifests a teasing grin and you inwardly groan. That smile... Stop that!

"Just tired," You reply, shaking your head. "Babysitting royalty takes a lot out of me."

Jisung chuckles, adjusting the sleeping princess in his embrace with all the care in the world.

"That smile is worth it, though." He admits.

Even in sleep, the little tyke has a soft curl to her lips, her head resting against his shoulder. Your shoe scuffs lightly against the sidewalk, too enamored by the smile that's taken over your best friend's face.

Your smile is worth it!

"You must be pretty comfortable." You murmur, and his brown eyes dart up to yours. The child's head falls slightly from his movements and he curses under his breath, readjusting himself so her head finds purchase in the junction of his neck. He's so careful with her, bringing a hand up to cradle her head as you both walk the dimly-lit street. You can't stop your heart from fluttering at the scene. The grin on his face says it all; she has him wrapped around her little finger.

"My arm would beg to differ." He jokes, but he makes no more adjustments.

"I can take her."

"No, no." He promptly rejects the offer, gesturing down the street. "We're almost there. I wouldn't wanna wake her on accident."

You chuckle at his response.

Yep... wrapped tight.

You fall into another silence as you round the corner of your street. It's comfortable, really - Jisung keeping himself occupied with the comfort of the sleeping child, and you sneaking glances every so often. The wind picks up, wisping strands of hair into your line of sight as you walk. You glance over again, eyes going wide at the deep browns that are already staring back. It instantaneous the way your head snaps forward, eyes darting to anywhere else as you clear your throat. You feel your heart stall in it's usual function. Jisung's laugh perks your ears, watching you try so hard to look nonchalant.

"What...?" He asks, his head slowly craning towards you. His voice is soft as ever when he speaks, even your heartbeat quiets in your ears, listening graciously to the way he articulates his words. Dark eyes flicker between your face and your body language. Studying your mannerisms. Those lips quirk into a teasing grin, and-

Oh. When did your gaze fall on his again?! How long have you been staring? Why are you still staring? You bring a hand up to scratch the back of your head.

"Nothing!" You say, perhaps a little too loudly. You can feel yourself flush slightly, tucking your hands into the fabric of your jacket pocket. He snickers at your response, glancing down at the little girl still sound asleep in his arms. Then, he returns his attention to you.

You're speed-walking now, more than a few steps ahead of him as you get closer to your house. His expression is one of amused curiosity. Your cousin stirs in her sleep, shifting until the crown of her skull rests just under his chin. His arms tighten around her, and she nuzzles into his shirt.

"Sure looks like nothing, hm." He mumbles to the child, sighing as he picks up his pace.

Your cheeks burn as you make it up to the front door, slotting the key in the lock with all the focus in the world. The door swings open and Jisung follows you inside, slipping his shoes off at the door before doing the same for the child on his hip. Before you can even speak, he's making a beeline for the hall with your little cousin still cradled in his arms. You follow behind him as he shoulders the door to your bedroom open, pulling the sheets back on the bed. There's a tiny whine that escapes her throat, and Jisung furrows a brow.

"Come on, Peanut." He whispers, fingers gently grasping at the tiny hand clinging to his shirt. You can't keep your eyes off Jisung as he coddles the grumpy little tyke. It only causes her to bury herself further into his chest, eyes shut tight and face scrunched up in displeasure. You lean against the door frame with raised brows, watching as he figures out how to put her to bed with little issue.

It takes a moment of thought - you see him calculating a plan behind those deep browns as he stands there with her in his arms - before he tilts his head down. You can't make out the soft murmur of words that are shared, but your heart flutters as the harsh lines that wrinkle her face soften. Tiny fingers release their grip on the fabric, and Jisung turns back toward the bed, cradling her head until it hits the pillows below. She slowly but surely relaxes into the comfort of your bed, long lashes fluttering as the duvet is brought up to her chin.

When Jisung turns back toward you, he pauses at the look of admiration you're giving him. It's his turn to clear his throat, glancing back at your cousin and running a hand through his hair. You gesture toward the door when he looks back at you, leaving the lamp on the nightstand on as you step out. He follows you, leaving the door ajar in case the lurking monsters disturb sweet dreams.

"You still wanna watch that movie?" He asks, entering the kitchen. "Or- a movie?"

"Movie... yeah, right!" You nod. "Uhh, you wanna pick it and I can get some snacks? Popcorn?"

"Sure, yep."

You can practically feel your heart jumping in your throat, but you clap your hands and nod again as Jisung makes his way toward the living room. Once he's out of sight, you sag against the kitchen counter, releasing the breath you didn't know you were holding.

It's getting harder and harder to avoid the elephant in the room. The massive best-friend-kissed-me-shaped elephant that's just trampling through the house, mocking you. You want to ask him about it, have wanted to all day now. The words are locked and loaded on the tip of your tongue.

But right now?

You take another deep breath, letting off the white-knuckle grip on the edge of the counter.

"Snacks... we're looking for snacks." You mutter to yourself, pushing off the countertop and turning toward the cupboards in search of popcorn and anything else to munch on.

—

You don't want to overanalyze Jisung's choice in movie, but the rom-com currently playing was not what you'd expected. That elephant in the room? Sitting it's big ol' elephant ass on top of you as you watch the main character confess to their crush. You're actively suffocating into the couch cushions.

You blink, shifting your head just enough to side-eye your best friend. Jisung's sitting cross-legged in his usual spot, popping bits of popcorn into his mouth. He seems so unfazed by the scene. In fact, he's seemingly leaning towards the screen as if it's the best thing he's ever watched. Got a smile plastered on his face to boot. It's enough to make your heart beat out of your chest.

Now you're wishing you would've said something to him earlier about the kiss, if only for the sake of your sanity. You've related to almost every single instance of pining in this fucking movie, sitting here with your internal monologue while stuffing your mouth full of microwave popcorn. You're fairly certain that you've almost cracked a molar from the few kernels that didn't fully pop, too busy eating your stress away to pick them out of the fistfuls of crumbling corn.

It takes everything in you to sit there and wipe your mind clean of earlier events as you stuff another handful into your mouth, watching the big kiss scene unfold on the screen. The movie's been going for an hour now and based off of everything happening, you can only pray it'll end soon.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't-

He's watching you. You can practically feel those eyes boring a hole into the side of your skull, searching through your mind's file folders until they can uncover the answer they seek. You spare a glance his way, melting into warm cacao and an even warmer smile. Neither of you break eye contact as the credits roll, your heart actively attempting to burst from your chest cavity.

You have to say something.

"You know, this movie kinda sucked."

You nearly choke on the leftover popcorn in your mouth, bringing a hand up to butter-tainted lips as you laugh through the pain.

"You- you chose the movie, Ji."

"I did, didn't I..." The corner of his eyes crinkle as he scrunches his nose in amusement, shrugging his shoulders. It's silent now, the credits skipped and the main menu of the chosen streaming service idling on the screen.

"So, uh, there's something I'd like to talk to you about…" You find the words falling out faster than you expected, and you internally curse. Your heart skips beats as Jisung sits back against the cushions, his face illuminated by the light of the TV screen. He nods, taking an inward breath.

"The kiss."

"You knew?"

He huffs a breath of laughter, turning his head.

"Shall I remind you of the way you've been acting around me all night?"

Your drink is sweating probably about as much as you are, fingers slipping lightly on the glass as you bring it to your lips. You don't know how to respond to that. There's obviously no way around it; you've been acting like a teenage girl fawning over their crush all day. Ever since that kiss...

You attempt an air of casualty, setting your drink back on the coffee table, but it's difficult when he's got his eyes trained on you so intently. You shift your weight on the cushion, although the pins and needles prickling up your right leg is a welcome distraction. You swallow hard, fingers clenching around the bowl in your lap. Oh god. Think! Think!

"I, uh..." A nervous chuckle escapes your lungs, your face heating the longer you scramble for an answer. "That's beside the point-"

"I think it's right on point." Jisung cocks a brow ever so slightly, and it's enough to make your face burn. That sparkle in his irises tells you everything. He's teasing you.

"You know what I'm gonna ask, Jisung." You don't shift your gaze from his, reading the expression that flickers over his face.

"It wasn't in the script, if I'm honest." He admits, brows knitting together as he replays the moment in his head. "Neither was the impromptu pillow fight, or falling off the couch... which is a safety hazard, by the way! Your parents really need a lower one ya know, I almost-"

"Jisung."

"Right, sorry." He's getting flustered now, reaching for the nape of his neck with twitching fingers. Now you're wondering if he's stalling for the sake of your feelings. That's it, isn't it? He just doesn't feel that way about you? It was the heat of the moment? You can feel the change in trajectory of your relationship with him the longer you stare. The silence is excruciating. You can't stand it anymore. You let out a breath, about to tell him to just forget it when he interrupts you.

"I just- I... wanted to-"

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with a soft groan.

"The kiss... that wasn't planned, but I have wanted to."

"To?" You sound dense as fuck, but you aren't getting your hopes up until you hear a full coherent sentence.

"I want us to be..." Another pause, his words trailing off as his eyes flicker to your lips. You mirror him, catching the bob of his throat as he swallows. "I want this. You. I know this is all so unexpected, but I've wanted to take you out on a proper date for forever and you looked absolutely gorgeous today. I definitely wasn't expecting you to overpower me like you did. That was hot. Like really hot, and then when I pulled you closer your eyes just- mmph!"

Jisung's words get washed away, your lips like some kind of fucked up siren's song that lures him into calm waters. It's heaven to feel him relax into your kiss, to feel him lean in after a moment and pull you closer to him. His hand finds your jaw, brows creasing as he focuses on the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair.

You can't help the giddy laugh that escapes your throat, pulling away even as Jisung follows your lips. His confession has your whole body vibrating down to the bone.

"Have I mentioned you're a very good kisser?" Jisung asks, his eyes flitting down to your lips like he wants to experience it all over again. Your eyes catch the illumination from the TV, twinkling as you bite your lip.

"Could say the same about you, Your Highness." You reply with a grin. He chuckles at that, reeling back into the couch.

"You know the Little Peanut is gonna want a script change." He mutters, and you climb into his lap with an accusatory stare.

"You seem to be fine with changing the script, Mister 'Magical cows are cursed'."

"Hey, I had to come up with something on the fly, alright!" His hand finds your wrist, pulling you down just like he'd done hours ago; face to face, the tip of his nose brushing against yours teasingly. His body heat bleeds into yours as he wraps the other arm around your shoulders. "You didn't object. Seemed like you enjoyed the idea of being my Queen."

"A little hard to object to something I've been thinking about for a long time." There's no point in hiding it anymore, you just kissed your best friend dumb in the midst of his confession. Jisung tilts his head and hums, his hand following the curve of your back.

"I guess I should ask if you'd want to go out then? This weekend?"

You can't help the smile that takes over your face. He wants this just as much as you do.

"Took you long enough."

"It took long enough for that kiss, too." Jisung chuckles as he gazes at you with those beautiful browns, leaning back in with a grin.

"Need to catch up now, don't we?"

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[bubuslutty]

cod word vomit

title: the bear in the witch's hut (part 2)

pairing: witch fem!reader x soft!John Price

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nsfw, blowjobs

a/n: i enjoyed writing this very much. so bon appétit 💞💕

John’s witch, so strong and so sweet. So fearless and terrifying when she smells hints of curses on his clothes and demands him to get undressed and burns his shirt with a blink, cursing out whoever dared to curse her dearest husband and soldier.

John knows about magic and spirits, but he was never one to practice, and neither did his mum or dad. But he’s no fool, even with his inexperience in whatever concerns magic, he knows his wife is one of a kind, she’s powerful and never fails to amaze him over and over again. She could kill him any minute and he would stare at her with hearts in his eyes, at least in that subject, he’s the biggest fools of all.

When John is on leave, he has more reasons to be excited about visiting home, not only he can see his mum and dad before he died, but also his lovely wife. They always greet him with warm food, a hot bath waiting for him and his room cleaned up.

They always greet him by the entrance of the farm, and his wife can never stop herself from running up to him and jumping in his strong arms, hugging him tight and thanking everything for keeping him alive and well. And then he would hug his parents, kiss them on the head and try to keep their fussing at bay.

Do they feed you well? Are you hurt? What’s that bruise on your arm? How’s Kyle? And Simon? Is he alright? Tell him he can come here anytime he wants-

When he finally gets away from his parents bombarding him with questions and things to tell his men, he’s in a huge tub filled with hot water, untangling the tension sewed deep in his muscles and bones, while his favourite girl in the whole wide world is there by his side, on a stool, running her hand through his hair and speaking to him in a hushed voice.

Really, there’s no need to whisper, but John appreciates it anyway, makes him feel at ease, and feels good, being in their own little intimate bubble, without anyone bothering them, even if it is for a short while.

She starts telling him how much she misses him, keeps the subject of the conversation easy and light on the heart, and John is endlessly grateful for her thoughtfulness. She comments on how his beard and moustache are getting bigger and bigger every time he comes home, and he laughs when she starts making a ridiculous impression of him complaining about how he’s too busy to shave. 

“Oh, look at me, I’m so scary and manly. I’m Captain Price and my beard holds the secrets of the world and if you start pissing about I'll-”

The witch squeals when he pulls her into the tub, water splashing everywhere and he has a stupid grin on his face when she ends up on his lap, clothes drenched. She stares at him, unimpressed and he starts laughing, throwing his head back and all, even snorting once. And how could she even be mad at him? She cracks a smile and starts giggling, holding herself up with her hands on his shoulders.

“John, this thing might just burst at the seams, I don’t think it’s meant for two people.” She then says, looking down at the tub with a small frown.

“Don’t worry about the tub. I won’t let you get hurt.” he lifts her head up, meeting her eyes.

“I know, John.”

And those simple words hold so much love and trust, he could suffocate and die there happy. But there are other pressing matters in his mind right now, for example how her thin dress is sticking to her skin and hiding absolutely nothing. 

She notices his eyes staring down at her chest, and she follows his gaze and her cheeks heat up, arms coming up to cover her poking nipples. “You pervert!” 

John raises one brow and tilts his head to the side, amused. Technically, if there has to be a pervert, it should be her, because she’s sitting on him while he’s completely naked and she’s still dressed.

“Me? Pervert? I’m the one who’s naked and vulnerable, love.” He places a hand on his chest, teasing her.

“You’re bathing! And you pulled me in the tub! You sure do know how to treat a lady.” She huffs, lifting her chin and looking away.

“You’re not just a lady, though, are you? You’re my lady, so don’t be shy. There’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He smirks, all hungry and unashamed.

He leans forward, holding her wrists in his huge warm hands and pries her arms away from her chest to look at her breasts, visible under the fabric. His blue eyes darken and he groans, “Fuck, look at you.” 

His pretty woman lets him stare with her skin hot with shyness and arousal. His eyes are literally zeroed on her chest, and one of his hands goes to thumb at the skin just under one of her breasts and she gasps. And then he snaps his attention up at her face and pretty lips. He brings one of his huge palms to press at the dip of her back, pressing her body against his and kissing her.

And he’s just so hungry, so fucking starved. It’s hot, intense, messy but so good. And then his pretty girl, the apple of his eye pulls away and he follows her, their swollen lips connected with a thin string of saliva. “Stay.” She tells him with a hand on his chest, keeping him still. And stay he does.

He’s staring at her with eyes absolutely swimming with lust. And she carefully stands up in the tub, making sure to not step on his legs and takes off the wet dress, and drops it on the floor with a wet splat.

John’s heart is beating faster than 100 war horses and is absolutely throbbing and hot between his legs. And she looks so so fucking beautiful from his sitting position, he can see everything and is so glad she took off that damn dress. Fuck clothes, matter of fact, it should be against the law to hide such pretty body with offending fabric. But then a little voice at the back of his head reminds him he’s possessive and obsessive, he’ll tear anyone’s throat out with his teeth if they ever laid eyes on his woman’s honey-sweet naked skin.

And then she sits herself on his lap again and watches how his eyes are transfixed on the water droplets running down her skin. She reaches down under the water and wraps both hands around his grith and base.

And as soon as she touches him, he clenches his eyes shut and brings a fist to his mouth, trying his hardest to not moan because after all, his parents are still in the house, and he’d be absolutely mortified if they heard him.

“Fuck, fuck- Bloody- Fuuuckk-” He’s panting and rambling now, unable to open his eyes.

His hips are jerking under the water, making it ripple and spill over, and his chest is heaving up and down and there’s sweet on his forehead, his cheeks and upper chest are red and she’s so in love with him, it’s utterly stupid.

“John, open your eyes.” She whispered, a smirk on her pretty face as she slowly stroked him under the water.

“Nuh- no, no-” He shakes his head, refusing to open his eyes.

She leans closer, making her voice low and sweet, seductive and so dangerous for his sanity, “Bear, look at me.” 

And he shakily manages to open his eyes and lowers his head, looking at her. John has little shiny tears at the corner of his eyes, and that’s such a beautiful sight that the witch felt her core throb and clench around nothing. 

And then John chokes on a breath, his eyes rolling at the back of his head and hips jerking and she realises he just came. He came just by looking at her.

John starts babbling absolute nonsense then, shivering and his voice deep and gravelly. He’s going on about how sorry he is for cumming so fast and how he’s going to fuck her to make it up for her.

Just like I said, absolute nonsense.

His witch smiles and then kisses him, “You’re so perfect, my bear. I love you so much, honey.” 

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I loved it. You made me so happy, John, do you know that? Hm? You just showed me you still love me and have been desperate for my touch while you were away? Is that right, hun?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah- missed you so much, you can’t even imagine.” He rasps, speaking against her lips, and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, chest to chest, half-hard cock between them.

“Missed you too, love. I missed your voice, your smile, your laugh, your hands, your mouth, your eyes, how your cock splits me open and molds my insides to your shape, missed feeling you in my throat, missed having your spend leak out and stain the sheets-�� She speaks against his mouth, breaths her words in his throat, makes him feel delirious with arousal as if he’s breathing it right in.

He starts squeezing her flesh harder and rocks his hips against her and she bites her lower lip, stopping herself from moaning out loud.

“John- John, you’re not fucking me here.” 

“John, please-”

“Fuuck, John, I’m so sorry, darling, you can’t fuck me here. Tonight, I promise.”

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[delulu2468]

Hidden Flames

Enemies to Lovers

Author: Hi I hope you like this short story! This is my first story so please don’t judge!!! If want more stories or have any character suggestions please let me knowwww

Summery: Y/N and Nathan had been rivals since kindergarten, their lives intertwined by fate but divided by animosity. Despite constant bickering, an unspoken connection drew them together. During junior year, a chance encounter in a janitor’s closet reveals their hidden desires. In a passionate moment, they realize their feelings run deep. As they confront their past and complex relationship, they must decide if they can embrace their secret love or if their history is too much to overcome. “Hidden Flames” is a story of unexpected love, raw passion, and a bond that defies all odds.

Contain: Smut!Warning, p in v, etc.

The world had always been a strange place to Y/N and Nathan. They'd hated each other since kindergarten, but it wasn't the hate that was strange. It was the way they could never seem to shake each other's presence. They went to the same schools, had the same friends, even lived in the same neighborhood. But somehow, no matter where they were, there was always a silent understanding between them that they were meant to be there, together.

And then one day, during their junior year of high school, everything changed. Y/N found herself in the janitor's closet, hiding from a group of her friends who were planning an elaborate prank on her. She'd never been in this particular closet before, but she knew it was the perfect spot for some alone time. That's when she heard a soft rustling coming from behind a stack of old mops.

Curious, she poked her head around the corner and came face-to-face with Nathan. He was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests. And then, without a word, they stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips met, and in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's mouths, their tongues tangling together in a dance that was both familiar and foreign. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as Nathan's hands found their way up under her shirt, caressing her bare skin. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as they pressed closer together, their hips grinding against each other.

"Nathan," she gasped between kisses, "I never knew..."

He pulled away, his eyes searching hers. "I've loved you since the first day I saw you, Y/N. I just... I never knew how to tell you."

The confession stunned her into silence. She felt her cheeks flush as she registered the truth of his words. She'd always known there was something between them, but she'd never expected this. "Nathan..." she breathed.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear. "I've wanted this for so long. I've imagined it a thousand times." His hand moved up to cup her breast through her shirt, his thumb teasing her nipple. She gasped at the touch, arching her back into him.

"Nathan..." she moaned, feeling a desperate ache build up deep within her. She could feel the heat from his body, sense the strength in his arms as they held her close. It was intoxicating, and she couldn't get enough.

With a groan, Nathan pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air of the janitor's closet. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as he ran his hands up and down her sides, over her ribs and the soft curve of her stomach. She arched her back, offering herself up to him as he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his hard length. She felt his erection, hot and demanding, pressed against her. She reached down, tugging at the belt loop of his jeans, urging him to take them off. As his pants fell to the floor, she wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling the heat of his skin against her own.

"Y/N..." he groaned, his voice rough with desire. He pulled her body flush against his, their chests pressed tightly together as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was wet, hot and ready for him. He hesitated for a moment, looking down into her eyes, and then with a growl of need, he thrust deep inside her.

She cried out at the intensity of the sensation, her body arching reflexively to meet his. Their hips moved in perfect sync as they began to fuck, their rhythm echoing through the empty closet. Nathan's hands found purchase in her hair, tugging gently as he held her close, his lips moving over her neck and collarbone. She could feel him, deep inside her, and the sensation was exquisite.

Time seemed to slow down as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a dance that felt both familiar and foreign. Every touch, every caress, every breath seemed to heighten the sensations coursing through her. She could feel herself growing closer and closer, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to consume her.

"Nathan..." she gasped, arching her back as he thrust deeper still.

He groaned, feeling her body tighten around him. He could feel her climax building, her inner muscles gripping him in anticipation. He quickened his pace, thrusting harder and faster, determined to send her over the edge. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.

"Oh god, Nathan..." she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He held her close, his lips finding her neck again as he continued to move within her. The sensation of her body wrapped around him was exquisite, and he couldn't help but lose himself in the feeling.

His thrusts became more urgent, more demanding, as he felt the pressure building deep inside him. He could feel the familiar tightness begin to coil in his stomach, the sensation that told him he was close. He gripped her hips, guiding her body as she rode him, their rhythm growing faster and more frantic.

Y/N arched her back, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan of pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pain and pleasure as they moved across his skin. She felt him tense beneath her, felt the hot spurt of his release as he came, filling her up and sending her spiraling over the edge.

Her body trembled with the force of her own orgasm, her inner muscles clenching tight around him in a long, shuddering release. Nathan held her close, their sweat-slicked bodies moving together in unison as they found their way back to a gentle rhythm. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, still holding her close. "I've missed you."

She let out a shaky breath, her heart still racing from the intensity of their encounter. "I've missed you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I don't know what happened. I don't know why we..."

He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, his lips soft and reassuring. "It doesn't matter," he said. "We're here now, and we can figure it out together." He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as they settled into a gentle embrace, their bodies still joined in a quiet, intimate connection.

Outside the closet, the world continued on, oblivious to the passion that had just played out within its walls. But for now, it was just the two of them, lost in each other's arms, finding their way back to something that felt inexplicably right.

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 2

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues, first few chapters are flashbacks to high school, they WILL NOT be explicit just fluff.

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

Fic Summary: Andrea has loved Javier since she was a girl in pigtails, yet he has always been off limits. Andrea's older brother Frankie makes sure Javier never crosses any lines, which was an easy task considering Javi's relationship status with long term girlfriend Lorraine. Somewhere, the lines blur.

word count: 6.2k

At the corners of your eyes, tears. You had seen Javier kiss Lorraine’s cheek in the halls. It was whispered around the school that she finally tied him down.

Well, you also saw her running out of his house one night while your mom drove you into town. You had to lie to your mama and say you were feeling sick so she could turn around and take you home. Just so you could have time to be upset, alone.

Monica gave you a sympathetic frown when she broke the news at lunch. The girls knew how much you like Javi although you never really said it out loud. But you never had to.

Lorraine was a class act. Science research, volleyball, top of her class and worst of all akin to Cheryl Ladd. The one actress Javier has hanging above his bed, a peak you got to sneak two years prior when he asked you to snatch some weed from his room. Wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, one of 10 white girls at the school and deemed prettiest. And she was pretty. Full lips and a smile that could blind.

You tugged at your hair a bit harder in frustration when thinking of just how beautiful she was. You couldn’t wait for your walk home to end so you can scream into your pillow.

“Andrea!” A voice shouts, one you know all too well. You wipe your eyes quickly, seeing the truck pull up next to you. Javier, leaned over the wheel, slowly inching his truck to follow you as you walked. Of course, Lorraine was in the passengers seat, a sweet smile on her face. God, you couldn’t even hate her. She waves sweetly, she could tell you’ve been crying. He clears his throat, “Do you need a ride home?”

You look up the hill, knowing you have 20 more minutes to your commute. The cold wind hitting your face, my face is probably so red right now. “Oh, I’m okay.” Your voice weak. If it wasn’t evident, you were just crying it surely was now. Javi abruptly stops the car, causing Lorraine to jolt forward. His brows furrowed as he tried to examine your face. You didn’t know at the time but apparently there wasn’t an emotion you could hide on your face.  

“Get in the damn car Andrea.” He demands, earning a glare from Lorraine. She mutters a don’t talk to her like that.  To which he replies by just glancing back at her than at you.

You swallow hard, feeling worse than you did 5 minutes ago before obliging. You climb into the back seat of the truck, earning a look from Javi. He’s trying to read your face now that you were closer, he notices the red spots under your eyes from where your tears dried.

Again, if he notices it, he ignores it and begins driving.

Lorraine pops gum in her mouth before turning in her seat to poke her head to view you in the back seat. She reaches a manicured hand out, a light pink tint. “I’m Lorraine, Javier’s girlfriend.” The two of you have met, she even spoke to you briefly about Javi. That was 2 months ago at homecoming, she must have forgotten. You knew she was yet the label strikes you right in the chest. And shit, she was lucky that you were 5 days off your period because if not you would have burst into tears right there in the crew cab.

You shake her hand, smiling. “I’m Andrea-”

“We’ve been friends since middle school, got into lots of trouble with her although she was never the trouble.” Javi laughs with his eyes on the road, Lorraine smiles at him and sits straight again. And you watch as he puts his hand on the back of her seat. 

In 3 minutes, he stopped at Lorraine’s. “I hope to see you soon Andrea!” She turns away from you before looking over at Javi who was already leaning over the console waiting for her to look at him.

His eyes peeled to her lips, “Bye baby.” His lips quirk before she plants a kiss. Your head immediately snaps away. It does make your head spin, wishing you could get home so you could cry this out. Lorraine giggles and hops out the car, running to her home.

With your eyes peeled on the car floor Javi lets out a satisfied sigh. You could just feel the smile on his face as he looked out the windshield. “Come to the front.” He says after a minute of thinking fondly of his girl.

Again, with the pang in your chest you oblige, jumping out the car with your books in hand and climbing into the seat where Lorraine just previously kissed him from. Crossing your legs, your new denim still stiff. The white shirt tucked into the high waisted pants slightly untucking with your movement. He starts the pickup again; you look to him and his eyes are on the textbooks in your lap.

He reaches to grab them, your eyes following his hands before reaching to the back seat to lay them down. “You okay?” His eyes on the road again, driving down. Passing the rest of the ranch land which you walked by every day. “It’s safe in town but you really shouldn’t be walking home, it gets so dark early now.” Javier says, homes coming into view.

An “are you okay” is what would send you over the edge but It was so crucial in this moment to not show how frustrated you really were with something so stupid. Of course, he was going to get a girlfriend, of course I would have to be around him and his girlfriend. Of course, he would make me get in his car if he saw me walking alone at 4:30 pm.

“I’m fine, the wind all in my face you know…” You lie, wishing you had the textbooks in your lap to grip out of nervousness, now you could only push your hair from your face. The layers Genevieve cut became overgrown around two months ago. You would keep this look but it’s not quite “in” now, everyone’s cutting their hair and teasing it. You aren’t sure if it would fit you though.

You watch as Javier grips the steering wheel. “Doesn’t your friend have a car?” He asks inquiring about Monica who was actually in his grade and had been driving you around all summer. “She should be taking you home.” A frown forms when he approaches a car, teenage boys from school. Staring into his truck.

Monica was taking you home, but now she leaves her car at home. She goes straight to Christian’s house after school to do whatever they do. She promised she’ll start taking the car back to school when lacrosse starts up. You laugh at her crying in the bathroom because her hair would not cover the mark he left on her neck. “Her boyfriend takes her every-where, you know how it is” You joke about his new status of “boyfriend” which causes me to earn a side glance from Javier. It was playful, but you truly were a bit salty about it. Very salty.

How was everything he did so hot, I need to open his car door and jump into the dirt. Leave me rolling there Javier.

He laughs, “Well maybe you should get a boyfriend with a car.” He reaches over turning up Curtis Mayfield on the radio despite the drive coming to a close soon.

And you swear to god you don’t think, “Why would I need a boyfriend when I have my brothers friend to make me get in his truck.” Your face turns beet red at your own words, he snaps his head towards you with a bit of a flare in his nostrils and a playful smile on his lips.

He gives you a head shake before circling the street again, oh.

Maybe he’s lost, but maybe he’s trying to buy time to keep talking to you.

You know well… You know he aint lost. “Been friends for years and you still call me your brothers friend.” He says in a tone close to reflection, like he’s thought about this before.

Your eyes widen at his statement, “Sorry-” You apologize and for what, you weren’t really sure but his laugh rings through the car. How you’ve missed that sound.  

“Don’t apologize, I just would think- I don’t know I refer to you as one of my childhood best friends when you’re brought up. Feels embarrassin’ when you can’t even call me your friend.” The accent he tries to desperately hide sneaks through, could you get redder?

Best friend? Brought up? When do I get…

“What do you mean brought up?” A nervous laugh slips your lips, he circles the block again. He shakes his head, his eyes unreadable. You just wanted to grab his face and make him look at you. We’d probably crash.

“You know all the junior boys. Got a few of them asking me about you,  thinkin’ you’re pretty and all.” He laughs and speaks again before you could let the butterflies flutter deep in your stomach. “Gotta tell them to relax, don’t let no boy talk to you the way those guys do…” His grip tightens the wheel.

You don’t respond this time, just nod. You also know that whatever you say will only reveal how much you liked him. How him indirectly calling you pretty settles something deep in your stomach you were far too shy to ever talk about. He circles the block a third time despite the conversation dying.

“Chucho is making dinner, you wanna stop by? You can call your mom or Frankie from the kitchen, it’d be nice for my dad to have some people over he always cooks like he’s expecting guests.” His voice shy, it was new or new for the person he is now.

He’s around school getting treated like he’s hot shit, you wondered if they knew he gets shy asking his childhood best friend to dinner.

You nod in agreement and he finally gets on the right track to his home. You almost don’t want to invite Frankie or mom, just so It could just be You, Chucho and Javi.

“I was gonna ask Lorraine, but you know… too soon to bring a girl to my dad. A girl who isn’t Mexican at that.” He jokes, immediately crushing the delusion you made in your head. Of course, yeah of course.

You nod and smile as he approaches his dirt driveway. The porch light on already, the sun setting. Javier grabs the textbooks from the back and you two hop out of the truck. Chucho is already to the doorway by the time your boots scrape the dirt. His cattleman hat matching his white button down, it’s rare he isn’t wearing his sunglasses but they would seem quite impractical. A rare smile on his face as he watches you follow behind Javier.

“Andrea! Was getting nervous I’d never see you here again.” He pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek. He reaches over to grip Javier’s shoulder before letting you in. The house was a classic, brown furniture all over. It hadn’t changed since that summer two years ago. Being a single dad meant being busy, not time to doll up a home. You know that Javier’s mom had bolted when he was 3, Frankie mentioned it but it was never uttered from Javier himself. Conversations with Javier were always light-hearted and teasing, you almost feared the day he opens up. If he ever does. You couldn’t even picture it.

Holding a gaze at the quilt of Javier’s preschool artwork sprawled on the couch. You wished your mom held sentimental things like that, but she was into that whole “contemporary” style. She justified every purchase saying it would be, timeless. Although it’s looking tacky to you-already.  

Walking into the dining room the table was already set. Chucho really did cook like he was waiting for someone else, steam lifting from the plate making the warm dining room warmer. Your eyes catch a family picture of Javier and his father as you sit. You sit with a wooden squeak, Javier leans over and grabs his own plate to sit it directly next to you.

Am I dreaming?

You had to be dreaming. Chucho places the dish right in front of you, it was simple rice and chicken with asparagus on the side. Mama would purchase the asparagus from him, it was his most popular crop. You mutter your thank you’s and almost want to let out a schoolgirl giggle at the thought of having dinner with Javier and his parent.

Eating was paired with silence but Chucho started the conversation like he always did. “You adjusting to high school well?” Javier nearly groans at the question. Javier was always a bit embarrassed by his dad, like any other teen. He would cringe and groan because he knew his dad was a bit nosy. He would take any opportunity to pry out any information from you back when you used to come around. To you it was sweet, it wasn’t often that people asked you questions about you.

You cut into the chicken, breaded your favorite. “Honestly I’m not sure, feels like everyone’s moving and doing high schooler stuff and I’m kind of just there” It was honest.

Chucho wasn’t one of those adults you had to lie to-to satisfy their expectations. He was always very real with Frankie, and in turn he expected you to be just as real. And it really was honest, it had been 4 months of high school and everything had been moving so slowly. It seemed to be so easy for everyone else. You felt incompetent, you felt the friends you had in the summer slowly slipping away with boyfriends and love lives. Javi furrows his eyes brows at your bluntness, elbows on the table his hands holding each other.

Chucho nods, “I get it, everyone has different paces in life you know. My brother had his first kid at your age and I didn’t even date a girl until I was twenty. Different pace Mija.” He reassures. You smile warmly at him before sipping the water to your right. “Did Javier tell you about his girlfriend? I was praying to God it was you.”

The water you were sipping catching in your throat with a choke.

“Dad please…” Javier pleads and you laugh trying not to be so obvious. The statement from his dad sent you on an ego high for a second. “Lorraine is a nice girl.” He argues.

Chucho sucks his teeth, “I know, I know. You know if your girlfriend wasn’t Mexican, I was at least hoping she’d be Puerto Rican like Andrea here.” His hand gestures at you, your cheeks turning rosy, again.

Javier shakes his head and shovels more food into his mouth. “If it makes my case better Andrea approves of Lorraine.” He speaks for you. You almost want to whack him for putting word in your mouth-but-

But, you kind of did approve of her, internally. And you felt that the idea of dating within your ethnicity or race was so stupid and outdated. But you had just wished it would have been you. You wished Javier would be talking you up to his dad. You wished he would kiss you before sending you home. But it was Lorraine that had done it for him, not you. The worst part was Lorraine was a pretty girl and not in a mean girl way. Like a pretty girl, with pretty hair, pretty clothes, pretty body and she was so sweet. She was known for being very kind in school. She was the type of girl that would offer to fix your hair in the bathroom or spot your change at the lunch line.

You smile and nod anyway, “Yeah, she’s beautiful and nice. Javier is deserving.” The last bit comes as a whisper before you shut yourself up with food. He was so deserving, that was another downside. You felt so selfish for wishing it was you. He had been happy with her, you don’t even know if he could ever be happy with you. You should just be happy for this win in his life.

To hell with being the bigger person.

Chucho leans back in his chair with a small devious smile, “We’ll see how approving Javi will be when you get a boyfriend.” Your eyes widen before snapping to Javier at his fathers straight-forwardness, but his eyes were already on yours. His eyes peeled away when he realized his dad made another joke in his expense. He had just been staring at you even before the joke.  

Javier registers what his dad just said and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “If it’s with any of the idiots in my grade… no way.” He looks away like he was searching for something in his mind, something clever to say since he unintentionally made the conversation less lighthearted. You knew Javi has always been that way with you, overprotective. Genie and Frankie would joke about Javi being a better brother to you than Frankie himself. You hated that, because you had convinced yourself Javier was that way because you weren’t like a sister.  

“Well no need to worry, i’m riding solo for as long as I can, the food is so good Mr. Peña.” You lend a helping hand to Javi when he couldn’t come up with something to say. Chucho smiles in approval.

“Come here any time you know, always welcome in my home. You sure loved to bike by here last spring, looking for Javi probably.” He chuckles, “Should’ve told you he spent that school year away.” He smiles, Javier shifts from next to you and his elbow digs at your side.

God, his dad really just put me out there.

He leans to your shoulder, his mouth a bit close to your ear. Your blood runs cold and you almost swallow thickly at the closeness. “Stalking me Andrea?” He pushes you slightly before straightening up. You scoff (a oh my god, definitely not, I wasn’t looking for you every day-no I’m not in love with you are you crazy? Sort of scoff) and laugh (dry, nervous). Maybe you could laugh your way out of this. Chucho smiles sweetly at the interaction, a knowing look on his face. The entire dinner he continued to make comments that would make your ears heat up without fail.  

You promised Chucho that you’d be back the same time next week, he told you to make sure Frankie stopped by with his girl like they used to. You just didn’t have the heart in me to tell him that they were on a “break.”

You agreed anyway and got back into Javier’s car. You strap yourself in the pickup and just watched Javi and his dad talk at the hood of the car. It gave you some space to blush as much as you needed and smile at your lap, replaying moments of the night in your head.

After a few minutes he climbed in with one step, folding to fit in his seat. “Sorry about him, he really likes you.” He shakes his head; the car starts with a struggle. It wasn’t the newest car and sure was put to some use it seemed. You mutter that it was fine. Javier places his hand behind your head rest and looked over to pull out the dirt road. You went back to biting back smiles. He let the radio play in place of silence.

He was parked in front of your flashy home in a matter of minutes. Your mom had it renovated right after she bought the boutique, it stuck out like a sore thumb in the neighborhood. You could tell you guys were the new money kind of people. You grip at your textbooks, “Thanks for the ride.”

He leans back into his seat and nods. The sun was set and the breeze was perfect, too good. It moved your hair slightly. But not even the great ambiance could shake the teen awkwardness that lived in you, so you reached for the door.

“Oh- wait.” He sits up and you turn to him again, your hair whipping against your face. Similar to that first time you met him. You’d be lying if you hadn’t wished he would ask you something you selfishly wanted. You were so eager for it to be something… for him to ask something you wanted to hear. But it wasn’t. He scratches the back of his neck. “Some people from school are going to Jimmie’s for New Years, they don’t really card there. You’re welcome to come-you know with your friends” He urges, a hint of shyness in his voice again. It comes as a comfort to you, that maybe he was just as nervous around you for some reason. You nod and leave with a small wave. 

The bright lights of your home welcomes you with a squint.  “Where have you been baby?” your mom calls from the living room. A smile playing on your lips about the day fades, not wanting mama to see. You walk towards the arch way seeing her sprawled out on the orange couch. You place the textbooks down at the coffee table.  

“Had dinner with Chucho and Javier, met his girlfriend today.” The girlfriend drop was intentional, mom always knew. She knew you liked Javier, so letting her know that he had a girlfriend would remove whatever speculation she could have made in her head. She nods and you just reach down to kiss her head before hurrying off to your room.

You let out that cry you had in the back of your throat since he asked you to get in his truck. A cry of knowing that a friendly dinner is all you would be able to get. A knowing cry that he had truly found someone good.

New Year’s Eve 1979

Monica smacks your behind as you bend down to grab your small heels. You let out a small groan and Liandra giggles. “You’re disgusting.” You stand up straight rubbing your ass over the leopard print dress, it was a halter style. A bit dressed up for a bar in Laredo. It was similar to the dress Monica had on, instead hers was an electric blue. You were kind shocked your mom was letting you leave the house in a dress like this. You were almost 16 but Monica said the dress added a few years on you along with the makeup. But when you looked in the mirror you had just felt like a baby who got into her mommy’s makeup and high heels.

Liandra wore a halter shirt showing her mid-drift and sported it with her classic high pants with flared bottoms. “New Years kiss here we come.” She wraps her arm around you as you all exit the house and head to Monica’s car. You scoff, they surely would have their new year’s kiss. Your future forecast saw a new year’s hug, if you were lucky.

In 30 minutes you were piled in the bar, 3 televisions all playing the feed of New York City and its people huddled in the cold air. On another screen the Dallas countdown, which was accurate to your time zone, less bundled up but still. Monica was already by Christians side and Liandra was talking to the soccer player who she kissed a few months ago. You sat at the bar watching everyone around you, looking for Javier.

“What in the world are you wearing?” The grating voice comes out from your left. A groan ripping, you have to be kidding me. You almost slam your head into the bar.

“Frankie, my god why are you here?” You shut your eyes in annoyance, your now 18-year-old brother judging you with disgust on his face. His curly hair bouncing with his head shake of disapproval. Yes, the dress was a bit grown but Monica bought it for herself and hated the color on her so she passed it to you. You wouldn’t normally wear something like this, it was like one of those dresses you see on a magazine cover. One on a red carpet, not a shitty bar.

“I should be asking you that question, does mom know you’re here? You look like a baby prostitute.”

You grab your clutch and hit him with it hard. And you argue back and forth over the chatter of the bar. It was already 11 so people were getting progressively more drunk and loud. “Holy shit Frankie!” Javier’s voice comes from behind you and pathetically you whip your head towards him. He was sporting a brown leather jacket and his classic tight denim with a large belt buckle. His hair was a bit overgrown again, curling at the nape of his neck. You were so entranced with the pure sex appeal that radiated from him to notice the blonde bombshell attached to his arm. Lorraine in an orange jumpsuit, her hair pulled in a high ponytail. Good God was she beautiful.

Javier doesn’t recognize you until he strides closer and his eyes widen at your appearance. His eyes raking down and up before his nostrils flaring in the slightest. “You came?” He places a hand on your bare shoulder and squeezes.

“You look so pretty!” Lorraine detaches herself from Javier and hugs you while you sat at the bar stool, You get up to return the hug a bit better. Still, you could feel your brother’s protective glare. He pushes Javi, bickering with him like they always did.

“So do you, wow.” Because really, wow. She looked like she was ripped straight out of a magazine. You could see her leaving this town, being a model or an actress. She goes on to say that her mother works with the uncle of a designer all the way in New York and that he gifted this for her 17th birthday. It was quite the story, and quite the jumpsuit. Why did she have to be so cool?

Her hands holding your forearms as she spoke, she really was a sweet girl. Still holding you, her attention moves to Frankie and Javier as they bickered. "Would you two grow up?"

Frankie rolls his eyes, separating from Javier for a moment. “So Javi invited you,” Your brother asks and you don’t get to reply.

“She’s my friend too-”

“She’s fifteen she shouldn’t be out here” He gestures his hand at you. And Javier doesn’t do anything but stare, Frankie waves his hand again to drive the point. “And dressed like that.” Your eyes widen at his words and Lorraine lets go of your arms with a scoff. Immediately glaring at Frankie in annoyance.

Javier shakes his head; a face of disgust and disapproval takes over. “Man, don’t talk about her like that…” and Lorraine agrees. Always been on my side, always have. Frankie doesn’t double down he just takes a sip of the beer that was in his hand, knowing arguing with Javier about you was nothing short of pointless. Suddenly there was a wave of insecurity and your arms cross, hugging your own body. Lorraine was at his side again and they continue their conversation.

The thought of Monica and Liandra spiking in your fogged up brain, you peer your head up scanning looking for them in the crowd mixed with high school aged kids and adults. You find Monica already in a bar booth kissing her boyfriend. Your lips quirk at the sight, you look more and lock on Liandra who was giggling at something a boy was whispering in her ear. God.

1980 didn’t have the best ring to it but it was approaching.

You look up to the fuzzy screen reading 10 minutes until midnight on the Dallas feed which was now the only one  displayed on all screens. People were standing now. You look back to Javier, Lorraine and Frankie to see Genevieve kissing your brother on the cheek.

 Oh, I guess they’re good now.

Your smile grows at the sight of Genies new black hair. Her brown eyes widen at the sight and she nearly pushes Javier to the ground to get over to you. Her arms wrapping around your neck with a jump. “Oh my gosh, you look so beautiful” She kisses your cheek. “I’ve  got to cut your hair again though.” She giggles into you. You release her, putting the two of you in that same position you were with Lorraine, pulled apart but holding each other by your arms. “And you’ve got to stop growing up.”

She pulls you back in for a hug but moves her head to your ear. “I can’t believe Javier has a girlfriend.” She whispers and you nod into her hair. She was the only person that knew you liked him. Well most people assumed, but she was the only person you ever actually mentioned it to. You were afraid of telling people because high school is just a place where everyone finds out each other’s business. You whisper into her ear, “I hate that she’s likable”.

It was so selfish and honestly you were a bit ashamed of yourself.

You could almost feel her sympathetic smile against you, she pulls away squeezing your forearm. A gesture everyone seems to love doing to you lately. You begin to talk but she puts a finger in front of your face to stop you before opening her big handbag, pulling out a large camera. Your eyes light up at the device, that must have been expensive. It wasn’t polaroid either, doing hair must pay well. Shit, she should start teaching me, maybe I could buy myself a break from obsessing over my brothers best friend.

She moves past you and taps on the shoulder of a stranger to whom she teaches quickly how to snap a picture. “Okay everyone together.” She waves her hand for your group to get in tight. You all squeeze, Lorraine on Javier’s left, you on his right and Frankie hugging Genie on your left. Javier’s hand grips your waist, a hold too close for comfort considering the dress was practically completely backless. You smile and a flash shines bright. “Okay another pose! Sorry sir one more” The man laughs and you all get to shuffling another pose. Frankie picks up Genie. Lorraine kisses Javier’s cheek and Javier uses your head as an arm rest. And you just smile looking up at him. Flash.

2 minutes. Genie kisses the stranger on the cheek and takes the camera from his hand yelling thanks yous’. “I’ll develop them this week, so excited!” She gleams. Like clockwork you all move deeper into the bar to get a better view of the tv screen that was on the brink of the countdown. Again, you look around the room. All friends leaned in together, couples cuddled watching the television. A few people with drinks and horns in their mouths.

You look to Frankie and Genie, despite her being taller she grips to him like she can’t stand on her own. You even see Monica across the bar in a similar position. Liandra... well you don’t see her at all. Which probably meant her and soccer boy were getting busy in the bathroom.

You wish you hadn’t but you look to Javi who has his arm slung over his girlfriend’s shoulder, her hand interlocking with the one hanging leaving a tender kiss on her hair. You watch, biting the inside of my cheek when you realized you were alone in the middle of this moment where there was so much love everywhere. Where everyone had someone or something, you were standing alone.

You hug your own body, giving myself whatever comfort you can take after seeing the sweet sights and realizing you were lonely through it all. And then the counting, in unison and loud. 5…4…3…2….1

Happy New Year!

The bar became much louder, the confetti in the air and streamers flying. Champagne and the kisses. The classic celebratory jazz tunes that always made you emotional. New Years was always an emotional a reminder that you’ve made it another year. You watch as Javier grabs the face of Lorraine and kisses her-pulls apart and kisses her again.

Almost-almost, your chin quivers. But you were able to hold yourself together in that moment You couldn’t bare looking any longer, so you look away seeing strangers hug each other. A hug being given to you by a stranger. You hug the woman back and then a few more people come over for innocent hugs. It was bitter-sweet, one of those simplistic human moments. 

The dim lights of the bar and the music and the hugs and Javier kissing Lorraine. It all became too much for your and actually your chin quivers this time. The next from a stranger comes sweetly and warmly, a tight hug. The man pulls from you and looks at you for a second. Tears threatening to fall at your sensitivity in the moment before kissing your lips without warning. He holds the kiss and your eyes are open in shock, your hands stiff at your side. Your tears drying in its place while his foreign hands dig into the bare skin on your back.

The kiss is ripped from your lips as the unfamiliar face is shoved, and shoved again. Your brother and Javier crowding the man. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Your brother shouts, a fist-full of the mans shirt. Frankie was shorter than the man but Javier absolutely dwarfed the drunk who was trying to defend himself. His arms shoving the man almost back into the bar itself.

The color from your face was flushed. Lorraine and Genie were at your side instantly, holding you. “I swear to god I will dig my heel in your fucking eye!” Genie steps forward yelling at the guy. His face very clear now, he was much older than you. Mind twenties. And your chin quivers again, at the sudden realization that it was your first kiss. Your eyes well as the room was all too distracted to notice Frankie and Javi on the brink of fighting him. Lorraine rubs you, trying to offer you comfort in your shocked state. Javier turns his head towards you to see your tear-stained cheeks and the crease between his angry brows soften for a moment before he grabs your brother away from the guy who was pressed against the bar. Without a word they all walk you out the bar, facing the town’s main street. Across the street from where you met Javier.

The brisk air blows through your dress and the coat that was on Frankie’s back was placed around your shoulder. “Are you okay, how did that even happen?” Frankie rubs your shoulders, trying to warm you or comfort you, you couldn’t tell.

I felt violated and nasty, my first kiss? You put your hands to your own dry lips. You hadn’t realized that Frankie was asking Javier how it went down.

“I was kissing Lorraine and then I looked to my left and saw this guy huggin her, I just watched to see where it was going than he-” He stops himself before looking at the bar doors. “I swear to god I want to go back in there and knock his head in.”

“Okay relax.” Lorraine pleads and Javier shoots her a glance and they begin to bicker themselves. Muttering about how he was going back in and Lorraine was calling him crazy, telling him doing that would just scare you even more.

Genevieve holds you, “Are you okay? Please don’t cry.” She wipes your cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. At that point you were less in shock but more so overwhelmed. You begin to tear up again at the question.

You considered the question. Trying to breakdown all that was going on in your head. It was a mixture, you had felt so vulnerable in that moment, you were alone in the middle of a bar. You were surrounded by people you knew but they were all busy with each other. Left out like usual. Not being able to relate to them again still even years later, even when you had felt older. You felt so incapable of making people love you or like you, and when the people who you loved hadn’t considered you, you were left vulnerable. And in an instant someone was kissing you, without your consent. Not on your own terms. You wipe your own tears this time.

Javier’s stare didn’t go unnoticed. He mutters a few curses under his breath. His hands on his hips as his cheeks were red in frustration from bickering with his girlfriend. He holds his gaze, “I’m going to tell your friends that we’re taking you home.” He states with that same firm voice he did a few weeks back when he gave you a ride.

And he does and he takes you home.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Hi idk if you are taking requests or not but can you make an angst fic where y/n (OR OMG FEYRE) and azriel are going behind rhys's back and rhys and reader are mates. Maybe like rhys goes "So Az this is what you really meant by 'I think the cauldron making a mistake?' The mistake was that my mate shouldve been yours?' And az and reader or feyre just say idgaf we love eachother and just omg rhys spiralling and them saying we should prolly stay apart for his wellbeing but i still love you???

too much?

I am 100% a Feysand shipper, but it is really interesting to write about Feyre and Azriel. Hope you like it. This is btw inspired by a scene from The Crown.

Feyzriel | Morning, Noon and Night

type: angst warnings: curse words, betrayal, cheating word count: 800 words

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The High Lord’s power stretched out like a dark cloud, enveloping Feyre and Azriel, making their stomachs churn and twist.

“I demand an explanation from you!” Rhysand shouted, his voice bouncing of the wall and rumbling through the wall. The power that rang with it could shake the Illyrian mountains. 

Not for once had Azriel and Feyre believed that they could keep their relationship a secret–yet they had hoped. That hope had vanished just like every happy feeling they had once felt. Their betrayal became public. 

“Why do you this?” Rhysand growled and snapped his head into the direction of Azriel. He grabbed the shadowsinger by his arm, glowering into his eyes.

Azriel shoved the High Lord backwards, his features nothing but pure rage. “Because I care about her. Morning, noon and night I care about her. I love her with my whole heart and she does too.” Azriel’s shadows encircled him, crawling up their owner and forming something like a protective armor.

“You are just too blind to see it. With what you are saying you hurt her. And if you hurt here, if you hurt Feyre, you hurt me.”

Azriel pointed at his chest, right to the spot above his heart.

Rhysand closed his eyes, fighting against the rage burning inside him. The veins in his neck and on his forehead popped, his hands forming fists at his side.

“You are stealing my wife. You are stealing my mate, my High Lady and you dare speak about me hurting you!” the High Lord growled, shouting.

“It wasn’t his choice. Azriel is who I want. He is the one where my loyalties lie. I…The cauldron must have made a mistake.” Feyre stepped forward, leaving some distance between her and the shadowsinger to not enrage Rhysand anymore. 

“I am the father of your son—“ “Don’t bring Nyx into this!” Feyre’s voice trembled, her legs feeling wobbly. Azriel wanted to reach over, hold her, but through mind-to-mind talk Feyre stopped him. They couldn’t do this to Rhysand in that moment. 

“I am the male the Cauldron has chosen for you. I am the one you accepted the bond with. You fucking betrayed me. My brother and my mate. Was this what you meant when you said that the Cauldron made a mistake—that you deserved what his mine, Azriel?” the High Lord once again addressed Azriel, stepping forward and poking his index finger into the shadowsinger’s chest. 

“You cannot blame him. I am the one who chose him as well. I am the one who betrayed her husband, her mate. Don’t put all the blame on him, Rhysand.” The High Lord’s gaze snapped to his High Lady’s, tears brimming his eyes. His mouth opened and he shouted, shouted so loudly that the cutlery in the kitchen rattled. 

“Did you ever love me? Or was it all fake? Was it all fake from the first moment on? Every I love you? Every nice little thing you told me? Did you fake it all just so you could be close to him?” 

Power once again radiated from the fuming High Lord. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath, his own hands forming fists at his side. 

“I loved you, Rhysand. More than anything. I loved you for centuries, but I started falling out of love with you in the last decades. I am so sorry, I wish it had been different. I wish I could have—“ “Spare me with this bullshit,” Rhysand spat and slammed his hands over his face. A sob left him that made both Feyre and Azriel’s chests clench. 

“Rhys—“ “Don’t,” Rhysand said and lifted a hand. “Don't talk to me now. Don’t ever talk to me again. You two truly deserve each other. Leave, leave this place. Leave Velaris and leave me alone. I never want to see you again.” 

It was the last thing their two of them heard before black mist appeared and the High Lord was gone, vanished into thin air. 

It was then that Feyre let her tears run free, sobbing. Azriel wrapped her into his arms, held her till there were no tears left to cry. Her shoulders still shook when they started talking—talking about what they should do from now on.

“I love you so much, but you know what we have to do now,” Azriel whispered, his own shoulders, trembling.

Feyre dipped her chin and wiped a hand over her tear-streaked cheek. “I love you, Azriel.” “And I will come find you. I will find you again, Feyre. I will come for you. Please—“ Azriel’s voice broke, scarred, trembling fingers curling around Feyre’s wrists. He pulled the female to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Please wait for me.”

[imagine-you]

ten lines tag game

tagged by the lovely and amazing @residentdormouse

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three or more) then share it. Tag others if you want.

I used a random number generator to help me pick the fics, so here goes:

there's a bad moon on the rise (ben hanscom/reader)

"God, I still can't believe you have that piece of shit," Richie mused as he reached out to take it from you. "It held up really well. I guess the fifteen cents was worth it."

stay (shane walsh/reader)

Shane offered you a rueful grin, his hands up to show he wasn't a threat. "Well, I'm not a tracker like Dixon, but I did alright, didn't I?"

You frowned at him, your hand slowly lowering so you weren't quite pointing your knife in his direction. "Why were you tracking me in the first place?"

lost in the shadows (david (the lost boys)/reader)

"You've got a death wish? Fine. But you're going to learn how to defend yourself before you go looking for the vampire who killed your folks. Don't want you falling on your own stake your first time out."

in the midnight hour (billy hargrove/reader)

"It's going to sound crazy," Steve started, ushering you into an armchair. "But what we're about to tell you is one hundred percent real, and I know it's not going to make a lot of sense, but Y/N..." he trailed off, looking helplessly to the others.

"Your life is in danger," Nancy finished for your brother.

you still catch my eye (steve harrington/reader)

You didn't remember much of the drive to the hospital or watching them rush Eddie away, all you could think was that he better be alive so you could kill him yourself for being such an idiotic martyr.

It wasn't until Steve was there that you snapped out of your worry. There was something about Steve that put you at ease, loosening the knot of anxiety you carried with you in your chest. He calmed you in a way no one else seemed to and you desperately wished he would stay with you just so you could feel like a person again.

make all your demons be gone (sirius black/reader)

One morning at breakfast, Sirius kicked your chair out before you could sit down, a laugh bubbling out of his mouth when you fell to the floor. In retaliation, you attempted to dye his hair green, joyous when it worked a little too well, and Sirius had to suffer with neon green hair for a couple of hours. You took the opportunity to poke fun at him, telling him maybe there was a little Slytherin in him after all.

meet me under the stars (daryl dixon/reader)

“Don’t do that,” you warned Hershel. “We stick together, okay? No going off by yourself alone when we have no fucking clue what we’re facing in here.”

“Dad?” You heard Maggie call, and turned to look at her and Glenn as they came around a corner, both of them with their weapons ready to take out any walkers.

You felt yourself relax for a second before you heard the sound of Hershel’s scream.

i'm only happy when it rains (diego hargreeves/reader)

"You're better off asking Dr. Phil," Klaus started as he moved to clumsily refill his flask with a bottle of champagne on the table. "Because no one in this room knows shit about relationships," he finished as he whirled around to point at Vanya. "This one? In some kind of secret love tango with some farmer's wife."

make my wish come true (kate bishop/reader)

Clint gave you an assessing look before he shook your hand. "You too," he said. "As much as this one rambles on, I feel like I already know everything about you."

"Shut up," Kate hissed, shaking her head at Clint. "He's old," she tried to dismiss, looking at you. "He gets confused easily."

somebody to love (diego hargreeves/reader)

"Here," Diego said before he handed you the glass of water. "Finish that."

You would have rolled your eyes, but you were sure it would have been a very bad idea. Your headache was steadily getting worse now that you were awake and not high anymore, so you didn't want to do anything to irritate it even more. "You're so demanding."

"Only when it matters," Diego said, staring at you as if making sure you were going to follow his order.

tagging: @fanficimagery @angst-fairygodmother @berkmansimagines @seanfalco @seancekitsch @salvador-daley and anyone else who wants to play!

[pure-garbage]

Uneasy Allies! Lingering Aura On The Frost-Bound Island

Lana came to in a cage surrounded by friends and enemies. Escape was instantly the first thing on her mind, but the swordsman beat her to the punch. Law blew her mind straight out of her skull when he broke free of his chains.

"Whhhaaaaat!" she screeched, gaping with her captain while their eyes bugged out of their sockets. The others in the cage were surprised too, but no one else had such a strong or immediate reaction. Lana's mind raced wildly as she struggled to reconcile reality with what she was watching.

There was only one logical conclusion.

"You ate a devil fruit, but you're somehow immune to sea prism stone?!" she demanded, disbelief battling with the undeniable fact that the swordsman was free.

Law frowned down at her severely.

"You're not very bright, are you?" he sighed.

Lana's wonder soured, her amazed expression giving way to a deep scowl. Meanwhile, Luffy guffawed at his lockbreaker's expense despite the fact that he'd been thinking the exact same thing a moment earlier.

"Fine, keep your secrets then," Lana grumbled. "Go on then, do your little teleporting trick and make your escape. The less I have to deal with you, the better. Don't worry Luffy, I can still get us out of this mess. No sweat."

"Don't see why you would have to," Luffy said with a cocked eyebrow. "Traffy's loose, he'll just free the rest of us too."

"He'll... wait, what? Who? What?" Lana wondered, baffled.

"Luffy has accepted an alliance with this man," Robin explained, quickly getting Lana up to speed before her confusion could consume her entirely. "This is Trafalgar Law, one of the seven warlords of the sea."

"Luffy... accepted... allies? Us?"

The pieces clicked into place.

"That's what you meant when you said we could be useful to you," Lana realized, catching Law's intense gaze while he drew his sword. "This is the proposition you were talking about."

"Try to keep up," Law chided. He reached for her with his sword. Lana's eyes narrowed. Part of her wanted to free herself just to show the warlord she could, but she hadn't forgotten the two marines in the cage with them.

'If I can get out of this without tipping my hand, all the better,' she thought, submitting herself to Law's precise, powerful slash. Her chains fell away, as did Luffy's, Robin's and Franky's. While Law and Luffy went over the merits of freeing the marines as opposed to leaving them to fend for themselves, Lana crossed her arms over her chest tight. Her features twisted with disgruntlement as she glowered up at Law. Robin didn't miss her unease. She poked Lana with an elbow to steal her attention.

"Don't be so worried," she told the younger woman soothingly. "Luffy can handle this warlord."

"I know he can. I don't even care anymore," Lana lied. She was more trying to convince herself than she was Robin. In all honesty, it was a good thing Law had allied himself with her crew. If she was thinking in strictly practical terms, she would have grabbed onto the fact that Law being her ally meant she wouldn't have to fight him again. That thought should have been reassuring, but against Lana's better judgement, it filled her with rage.

"You care," Robin scolded her. "It's childish to say otherwise. If you don't handle your emotions, they'll be handling you soon enough."

"I've definitely gotten five different variations of that same advice from Zoro," Lana sighed with a hard roll of her eyes. "I got it, okay? I'll play nice with the warlord."

'I'd do anything for Luffy. I've done much harder things on his orders before. At the end of the day, he's still my captain. The way I feel about it doesn't matter.'

The intensity of her feelings on the issue caught her off guard. Competitive spirit was one thing. She was used to the frustration of defeat after so many losing matches against Zoro, but Law wasn't Zoro. Theirs had been a serious fight and if he would have been really invested in the struggle, she would have been dead by his hand. Lana knew she was only alive now because Trafalgar had been pulling punches and that infuriated her.

'It should be fine. He's a captain, he's a warlord. Of course he would outmatch me, it's only logical. Still...'

"Locksmith."

Law caught her attention and she grit her teeth at him, putting her hands on her hips in offense.

"I'm not a locksmith," she protested. "What do you want?"

"Earlier you said you could get yourself out of this cage, no problem. That true?"

"Tsh. Of course."

"Good. Here's the plan. I can teleport everyone out of here, but if I bring you along, we'll lose the pouch of sea prism stone tips you're carrying for that dagger. I'm taking the others back to the lab. Get yourself out of here and meet up with us inside."

Lana took a quick inventory and realized she still had Anyorith with her.

'Caesar planned for us to die out here,' she realized. 'He didn't bother taking our weapons.'

"Once you find us, give Luffy the dagger," Law went on. "He's going to handle Caesar. As for the rest of us-"

"Hold on, so you're just calling all the shots now?" Lana demanded. "Luffy? You're fine with going along?"

"Don't see why not! Traffy's plan is alright with me, as long as I get to kick that Clown guy's gassy ass," Luffy said, cracking his knuckles loudly.

"You heard your captain. Don't take too long, locksmith," Law instructed her smugly. "Room and shambles."

Law teleported them all out of the cage and back into the lab, leaving Lana fuming on her own as the smoke grew thicker around her by the second. She coughed and hurried to pull out her pins to escape the asphyxiating cloud Law had urged Franky to create as cover for their escape.

"Law!" she grumbled as she dropped to the ground below, landing in a snowy bank with a little poof as snow flurried up around her. "Damn it's cold out here!"

She made a beeline for the lab, searching for any door that she could lockpick her way past. As the icy wind swirled around her, something caught her attention past the near agonizing chill. Something familiar whispered past the frigid harshness of the environment. Something unnatural and unmistakable.

'Admiral Aokiji... this side of the island is laced through with traces of his haki. All this ice... is this all his doing?'

Lana ran her fingers through a snow drift, brow furrowing in contemplation. She would have recognized the admiral's aura anywhere and the glacial weather was undeniably within the parameters of his power. Combined with the fact that the marines were already present on the island...

"Great. Warlords, evil scientists, marines... dealing with an admiral on top of all that would just be swell," she muttered to herself sardonically. "Just the perfect little catastrophe cherry on top of the disaster sundae. Brrr! Gotta get out of this flipping cold... stupid admiral. Stupid warlord. Stupid Clown."

She forced her way back into the lab, still mumbling to herself unhappily. She shoved her hand into her pocket, connecting with her transponder snail and using it to help her find Law and the others.

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== First Chapter ==

[una-guanabana]

🍁Love and other words🍁

My heart is positively bleeding, in the best of ways.

This kind of feeling is what made me fall in love with reading. It’s amazing how picking my next read will make entire universes explode inside my chest.

I picked this book and was expecting just a cute, lovely romance story of two best friends watching in awe and dread their friendship transforming into something fiercer. Hungrier. Tender.

But this book went beyond my expectations.

There are a LOT of love stories going on in here.

I would like to mention my attention by the end of the book was on Macy and Elliot’s love story but also on the deepest and purest love Duncan had for Macy.

The book poke at my heart when Macy remember how her Dad would hug her mom, my heart melted when she said.

“His arms became a set of parentheses bracketing the sweetest secret phrase.”

This got me all teary eyed.

I would like also to mention a couple of lines that definitely got me sobbing, from the letters Macy’s mom left for her.

When she wrote:

“Every inch of your skin I made diligently, months I slaved over you. You are my master piece.”

My mother made a letter to me for when I turned 15 and this got me all emotional. Not just because I remember my own letter but because it’s indescribable beautiful how her mom declares she’s her master piece. How she dedicated months to take care of her on her womb.

💗Duncan and Macy💗

Their story is by far the greatest love story in this book, for me. The love a father has for her daughter is so tender, full of protectiveness and knows no limits. How he stopped smoking since her mom was pregnant was one of the most “simple” but heart exploding gestures he had with them.

Also the fact he learned how to do her hair even for special occasions. 🥹💗

The fact that he used his wife’s list of how to raise Macy as a Bible has my heart twisting in awe.

It was so so sad finding out what had happened on New Years to him. I couldn’t stop crying.

I knew Elliot had done something stupid like hooking up with Emma. But also felt like there was more to that night and the fact that Macy kept saying she didn’t like to drive gave me some idea she had been in a car accident… what I did not even imagine was it was this awful.

My best friend broke my heart 12 years ago (so you can imagine the shock it caused me to read something so alike), and it was me who blocked him everywhere even after he texted me “I love you.” We were fourteen at the time and haven’t really talked ever since. It was such a non sense thing I realized five years later how deeply it hurt to have lost him. I miss him still. But my heart ache can’t compare to what Macy went through. I could comprehend why she didn’t contact him again. But to know the truth… everything made sense then.

When she explains why she “hated” him and couldn’t find it in herself to forgive him. When she says that him hooking up with Emma was the least I knew something else had happened. But it was a low to the heart to read what happened.

I think I would have felt the same, feeling guilty about not making the call to let him know what had happened or staying the night. It happened so fast all of a sudden I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I keep Duncan Sorensen in my heart with what Macy said about him:

“I like your kind of quiet. Your heart isn’t quiet.”

I also loved that her mom was Brazilian and her dad was Danish. 🫰🏼

As someone who’s figuring out how to be an adult there was a frequent conversation with my friends about falling into routines and how tedious life can get. And then I get to the end of this book where although Macy has this demanding and time consuming job which she handled just fine with Sean, she finds herself excited to do all of it knowing she’ll be waking up to Elliot’s company every morning and coming back to him at night. And it just struck me how the right person can make everything much more lighter, funnier and exciting. How finding your person makes life so much more meaningful. How Macy gets this feeling of fulfillment when she knows his clothes, his toothbrush and his BOOKS are in the same apartment and they will be really sharing a life together.

I loved the Petropoulos Family, because it was big and loving and noisy.

Elliot’s words at his brother’s wedding were so beautiful.

“But everyone who knows us knows we have one important thing in common. When we love, we love for good.”

And…

“Else, welcome to our family. I can’t promise that it will ever be quiet, but I can promise that you will never be so loved as when you come home to us.”

I wasn’t expecting this to be so… INTENSE.

It was not just Macy and Elliot’s story.

Which by the way is so wholesome. I love it when love stories have strong and meaningful based reasons to happen. They were best friends, and as Macy says, he was her first Best Everything. They connected through the books and that is so perfect (for a book worm like me) and perfect in general. He gives her a book so she can remember her mom and feel whatever she need to feel about her not being with her anymore, and adds books to her library because he knows she’s gonna like them. He was always all understanding and sweet.

As she said

“Girls do want boys who are interesting. Girls want the shy geeks who know everything and have big hands and good teeth and say sweet things.”

With all of that said, yes this was a really emotional and wholesome reading. I’m thankful I read it.

[princessamericachavez]

when this season of TLOVM is over I’m going to have to make a supercut of every time Vex grabs/holds Percy because that’s been a lot of touching from a self-declared closed-off woman

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Kids Find Out His Not Their Father [Request]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Chan and you had kept the secret for almost 18 years of your daughter's life, deciding that it would be best to tell her the truth when she was older. Old enough to learn the truth about who she was and how you weren't her biological parents.

"So you just hid this my whole life?" She questioned flicking through the folder that you had given to her. Inside was filled with baby photos of her and her biological parents. Your sister and her husband.

"Just until we thought you were old enough," Chan explained as you looked up at him for some help. She could have gone her whole life without knowing the truth but you needed her to know. She deserved t know who her mother truly was.

"Are you mad at us?" You questioned as she shook her head, tears rolling down her face as she saw her mother holding her. 

"No...N-No, I'm just-"

"Upset.." You whispered as you looked at the image, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

"If you have any questions...You can ask me anything, she was amazing." You told her as Chan kissed the top of your head, giving you some space to talk with her one on one. 

MINHO:

"Mum?" You poked your head around the corner of your daughter's bedroom door and smiled at her. She had her head inside of a box as she tried to unpack it. You'd just moved into a bigger home with her and Minho and you were all still so busy unpacking. 

"Yeah?" You quizzed as she slowly held up baby photos of herself. Instantly your stomach dropped as you realised what box it was that she was going through. Nothing good was inside of that box. 

"Wait, that's for my room-"

"Am I adopted?" She questioned looking at the next thing she was pulling out from the box. Adoption papers but they were only signed by Minho.

"No...Well, technically yes but not by me." You explained dropping the box you were holding onto the floor and walking into the room. Your daughter was 17 she had a right to know but this wasn't something you were going to drop on her. It had to have been planned.

"What do you mean?" She whined a little, tears welling up in her eyes as she thought about you not wanting her. 

"You're mine...You're my biological daughter but..." You sighed a little, Minho was so busy he barely had time to be here and you knew she wanted answers. 

"I met Minho when I was pregnant...I didn't know I was pregnant and when I found out-"

"You thought I was his?" She questioned as you nodded your head slowly. Then going on to explain who her real father was despite him being out of the picture. 

"Could I talk to him?" That was the question you asked yourself a lot, it wasn't as if you could just call him up. The man had expressed wanting nothing to do with you or your daughter. 

"We can try...I can find someone to find him," You explained as she nodded her head, wanting to know more about her true parentage. 

CHANGBIN:

"Are you even really my mum?!" Your daughter screamed at you as you stared at her. Changbin and yourself had just decided it would be a good time to tell her the truth about her real father. But of course, as a dramatic 16-year old she decided to blow things out of proportion. 

"You're being a little dramatic..." Changbin tried to say but she began laughing at him.

"Easy for you to say! You weren't just told your father isn't your father!" You sighed looking at her as she glared at you, giving you a filthy look that made you feel as small as an ant. 

"You're a slut. Did you cheat on him?! Fuck someone else?!" She screamed making your heart shatter as you heard the words fall from her mouth.

"ENOUGH!" Changbin yelled at her as you stared down at the floor, it was all questions you had been asked before.

"No, she didn't cheat. Apologize to your mother." He demanded at her but she folded her arms across her chest and said nothing. 

"We couldn't have kids together," He told her as he took your hand into his own, though right now you didn't feel like explaining. All you wanted to do was cry. 

"So we did what we had to-"

"Sleep with someone else?!" She snapped bitterly but Changbin ignored her, not wanting to deal with the comments any longer. 

"We went through a doctor and doners until we found a match and we went through a doctor once again." You looked at your daughter who slowly began to sit down in front of you. Realising that you hadn't cheated on Changbin at all and you had been loyal the whole time. 

"So..."

"She didn't cheat, we went through a different method of making a child." You looked at Changbin and smiled weakly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

"Mum...I'm sorry I was-"

"Upset?" You questioned as she nodded her head, rushing to hug you as she told you again and again how sorry she was.

HYUNJIN:

Rumours were the worst and especially when they affected children. Hyunjin glanced at you as you sat across from your son who wasn't even 9 years old yet and already having to deal with harsh rumours. Since hyunjin was famous it was hard for anything to stay a secret for long and it was released that your son had been a product of artificial insemination. But not from Hyunjin. 

"I don't understand..." It wasn't as if you could go into the science of it all. You knew your son and Hyunjin had "the talk" but it wasn't as though he'd gone into detail about much else. 

"Well, when mum's and dad's-"

"No. I know that bit." Your son said as he cut you off, shaking his head as he remembered the words that you had used. 

"Your dad and I...We couldn't make a baby the same way others do so we had to go a different way." You explained this time, not wanting to tell him that you had gone to a doctor for all of this. 

"And...I'm not dad's kid?" He frowned even more as you sighed, running your hands over your thighs as you tried to come up with another way to explain it. 

"You are. You're my son but you were made with a different man's DNA but you're still mine..." You looked back to your son who was nodding his head along with Hyunjin. It was clear he still didn't understand completely but at least this way he knew the truth. 

"So...Why does that matter? You're still my dad." Hyunjin let out a small breath of relief, you knew you were a long way off from this conversation being over but for now, it was okay. 

JISUNG:

A family tree was being made in your son's class and while you were usually more than happy to help with his homework...This was something you weren't too excited about. There was one thing you and Jisung hadn't told your son, even as he grew older. 

"Jisung," You whispered as you looked down at the letter from the school. It was from his teacher asking for parents to participate as much as they could toward the assignment. Guilt pressed down on your chest as you thought about all of the time you could have told your son the truth. 

He was old enough to know that Jisung wasn't his real father but you didn't want to take it away from him. He and Jisung were like a real father-son combo and there was nothing on this planet that could change that.

"Should we tell him?" He questioned as he read through the letter once again, guilt slowly beginning to press down on him as you both thought about it. 

When you met Jisung you were already raising your kid, your son had been two at the time which was probably why he hadn't really remembered Jisung not being there much. 

"He deserves to know but-" You turned to look at Jisung, the idea of your son turning to hate you both for hiding it was weighing you down. Was he going to resent you for not telling him before now? 

"He's 13...He needs to know," Jisung could already sense how worried this was making you and it would be a lie if he said it wasn't worrying him. He and your son were close since he'd raised him for 11 years of his life, treating him as if he was his own.

Because in Jisung's eyes he was, your son was his son since you had been together all of those years. Deciding to raise a child together and even signing adoption papers just in case something happened to you.

(X)

Your son stared at you both from across the table, his notebook was displayed in front of him and a pen was clutched in his hands. Both you and Jisung had dropped the bomb on him that Jisung wasn't his real dad and he had been silent for five minutes. 

"Baby...Say something," You whispered pleadingly, reaching your hand out to touch him. The look on his face terrified you, did he hate you for keeping it from him?

"So...Can I still put dad down? My teacher doesn't have to know," He shrugged the subject away as if it was nothing. For a moment you feared he hadn't understood what you and Jisung had told him.

"Sure buddy...But do you understand what me and your mum said?" Jisung approached the subject with caution, not wanting to scare your son into being silent again. 

"Yeah. You're not my dad but you are...You raised me, you were here." He said proudly, a giant smile beginning to grow on his face as he showed a gapped-tooth smile. 

"If you ever want to know your real dad you can ask me.." It pained you to say the words "real dad" since he had been nothing but a jerk since you'd gotten pregnant but your son nodded at you both. 

Moving forward as he began to quiz you both on your sides of the family for his school project.

FELIX:

It was supposed to be a stupid project for school but as the results came back your son had been left more confused than ever before. DNA results displayed that Felix wasn't his biological dad but you had been his mother. He wasn't even going to come to you both at first, he was going to ignore it but as time went on it was harder and harder to ignore. 

"I know Felix isn't my dad." Was he said at the dinner table, your chopsticks dropped to the table as you stared at him. Neither you nor Felix wanted to say anything as you didn't know if he knew the exact truth or not. 

"I did a DNA test with school...Who is my real dad?" You cleared your throat as you took in a deep breath. It wasn't as though you were going to keep it a secret from him forever. It was just going to be until he was old enough to know the truth and 14 didn't feel old enough. 

"We were going to tell you..." Felix explained as he glanced at you for help but you said nothing. Too afraid to say a single word about who your son's father really was. It had been a subject you'd ignored for many years, deciding it was best to wait to let him know. 

"Your biological dad...He-"

"He died." You whispered, voice breaking a little as you looked at Felix. Your husbands hand-squeezed yours as he gave you a small smile, 

"Before you were born. He was a firefighter and he got into a pretty dangerous accident." You had photo albums of him saved knowing this day would eventually come but it still felt too soon. Not just for your son but for you. 14 years might have seemed like a long time to some but not to you. 

"But Felix raised you and he's also your dad." You whispered to him as your son nodded slowly, looking at you as you left the table. Willingly going to get the box of things from your son's father. 

"Dad. Will she be okay? I didn't mean to upset her," Your son panicked as Felix nodded, hugging his side softly. 

"She will be, its just a hard subject." He whispered to him as you began to come back into the room.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin knew that your daughter wasn't his biological daughter, you had been open about it from the beginning.  It had been a mistake, years and years ago that led to you falling pregnant with your daughter but you and Seungmin got through it. Deciding your relationship was strong enough to get through a minor mishap as you had.

"Why is he texting you?!" Seungmin yelled as you stood inside of your bedroom staring at him. The person to which he was referring was your daughter biologically father, the man you had ruined a relationship for.

"Seungmin, I had no idea it was him until he told me." You explained calmly, doing your best to have an adult conversation about this. You knew what it must have looked like to him and the last thing you wanted was for him to believe you would cheat on him...Again.

It had been one night many years ago after a giant fight with Seungmin but it wasn't as though he was innocent either. You'd both drunkenly slept with different people when you "broke up".

"Really? Because it looks like you do," He grumbled throwing the phone down as you stared down at it. His name was displayed on the top of the screen as he begged you to see his daughter.

"I have no idea how he even knows Seungmin, we're the only people that knew she was his." You looked at him walking over to your husband as you placed your hands on his chest, trying to calm him but it did nothing. 

"Don't. Fuck! What if he takes us to court?"

"I won't let him, he has no right..." You explained as you looked at him sadly, you knew how much your daughter meant to Seungmin and neither of you wanted her to know. Even if she needed to. 

"He's her real father!" As soon as Seungmin yelled the door to your room pushed fully open and your daughter was standing there staring at you both. 

"What?" Even though she was sixteen you still didn't want to tell her, she didn't need to know about it. Seungmin had been an excellent father this whole time, 

"Baby please-"

"He's not my dad?" Her voice cracked as she cut you off from speaking, turning to look at Seungmin who was already beginning to cry. 

"I'm your dad but your biological dad is someone else." You could hardly believe he was doing this, you'd both promised to wait until she was eighteen and had the right mindset to decide for herself on what to do. 

"Seungmin!"

"She deserves to know!" He yelled at you as your daughter stared hopelessly at you both, shaking her head as she thought about all of the years you had lied to her. 

"I never want to see you again!" She screamed dramatically as she stormed out of the house, ignoring you as you chased after her.

(X)

It had taken hours of calming your daughter down for you to explain the situation to her. Wanting her to fully understand why you had told her Seungmin was her dad and why it was all coming out now. 

"I want to see him.." She said slowly as she looked up from the bowl of ice cream in front of her, 

"Then you can...But under supervision. I don't trust him." Seungmin said with a small smile, you didn't like the idea of her meeting him any more than he did but she agreed.   

JEONGIN:

"You're nothing but a liar!" A voice yelled as you frowned, turning to look at your son who was playing out in the garden with his friends. There he was standing there yelling at a friend of his.

"Am not! My daddy said so!" His friend cried out as you began to head outside. The two of them normally got along so well and you wondered what it was that was starting drama today.

"Your daddy is a liar!" He yelled back before rushing into your arms and hiding there, you frowned. 

"Whats wrong baby?" You questioned, kneeling down in front of him as he sniffled at you. Even seeing your 7-year-old son crying broke you into pieces. 

"He said...Daddy isn't my real daddy, that its someone else." You stared at your son and glanced back to his friend. Jeongin would be home any second and you knew he was going to want to be here for this conversation. 

"Come inside, we'll get a hot drink." You ushered him in and sighed to yourself, You knew he was far too young for all of this. 

(X)

"Do you understand?" Jeongin asked calmly as your son stared at you both. You'd just gone through the hard topic of telling him that Jeongin wasn't the man that had made him but he had been the one to raise him. Which was far more important in your eyes than the man who hadn't bothered to stay around to help you care for your child. 

"A little..." You didn't expect him to fully understand the truth, not when he was so young. 

"But Jeongin is your dad. No one can say he isn't." You told him with a smile as he nodded his head, 

"Yes, Umma." You smiled weakly as he got up from your lap and began to head to the door again, his so-called friend was still waiting for him outside. 

"Will you go and have a talk with our neighbour?" You quizzed as Jeongin nodded, too pissed that someone had the nerve to tell a secret like that to their own child. It had been no one else's business but your own.

⤜MASTERLIST

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[x-reader-writer]

Hii can I request for Peter parker x male reader.

The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.

If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.

Thank uuu.

A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!

Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!

I'm coming out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader

~~~~~

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"

You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.

[mr-m-murdock]

could i hv hcs for buckynat as parents

like how they decide they want kids, adopt them, both of them w babies xx

| natasha x bucky |

warnings: none

a/n: yeah babey

okay so kids are a big BIG deal. especially with the lives nat and bucky have and have had, so this is not a flippant suggestion, right?

WRONG - bucky turns over in bed at five in the morning: nat's half-asleep. he pokes her cheek and says 'you wanna have a baby?'

(she pushes him off the bed and throws his pillow down on top of him once she's gotten over the shock)

okay but then aside from that, the discussion they must have about this child. the measures they must put in place to keep her safe before they even adopt her. the emotions she elicits from the both of them (fierce protection, practically feral. buckynat parents are INTENSE about this child). obviously regular missions are out of the question now: that baby is not going to be left alone for the rest of her life

i feel like nat decides after bucky does. but it’s not like she needs persuading. it’s more like she’s weighing it up with an endpoint already in mind. like she’s trying to repent before she can let herself have one good beautiful thing that she was told she would never deserve and could never handle and that would only confound her ability to function. she just has to convince herself she’s good enough.

and then they get another one. and omg the UNCLES. steve. sam SAM OH MY GOD. tony, but he's not allowed alone with either of the kids until they're at least five. he resents this. RHODEY. clint oh my god clint. him and sam take them to like paintballing and laser quest and archery ranges and teach them such questionable skills - 'you wanna learn how to pick a lock, little romanoff?' cue bucky telling clint he’s banned from their house until the new year (unseriously. bucky loves clint but will never admit it)

the aunts THE AUNTS. sharon's terrible with children but they love her anyway - she's fun to annoy plus she gives them money every time she comes round. maria - you wouldn't think it but she's great with them. she plays with them non stop, allows them to climb her like a tree, disguises healthy food by cutting vegetables into little shapes like stars. she's a blessing. melinda may is the no nonsense but secret softie one and the kids get through to her before too long

okay bucky with a baby. bucky with a goddamn baby. he holds that thing like he's afraid if he squeezes even a little it'll snap in half. he changes the kids when they're little with SO MUCH care and precision. he's slave to their every whim and demand and he LOVES IT. they fall asleep on top of him while he's watching tv. they drool on his chest & he doesn't care. they sit on him and brush his hair. he does the 'here comes the aeroplane' thing with them EVERY. MOUTHFUL. nat rolls her eyes but in reality she finds him too endearing to verbalise it.

bucky barnes father of the year is all I'm saying

natasha is different but no less loving OBVIOUSLY. she’s very serene with the kids when they’re babies, opposite to bucky who is all smiles and babytalk. they fall asleep quicker when nat’s around and as they get older they beg her every night to read to them (because duh her voice) and sometimes she sings as well. when bucky’s cooking she’s playing with them and she makes up the most extravagant and imaginative games

and of course the kids love their ‘aunts’ and ‘uncles’ but they love it best of all when they can go home and sleep it off in nat’s arms with bucky’s cooking wafting through the door and inciting the loveliest dreams (he’s an amazing cook shut up)

*wipes away tears*

[its-kall-the-clown]

(Meant to sent this in a bit ago when I noticed you reopened requests but I forgot whoops) Spider Queen is actually pretty chill with Huntsman dating Sandy, she's just REALLY salty about not being able to take over the world. She also gives Sandy a bit of a shovel talk since I head cannon she's the closest thing Huntsman has to mother figure but it's mostly in jest. Mostly. - Pixel Anon

The Talk Rating: G - SilkTea Shipping

this was really cute and I forgot that I finished this yesterday. so gonna post this real quick and go back to my nap/me day

hope you enjoy it!

War rooms deciding the fate of counties were considered less tense than the small tea table prepared currently in front of Sandy.

Across from his seat, rigidly sat the spider queen who stared at him with slitted eyes. if Sandy was wearing a shirt he would be tugging at his collar sweating under the heat of her gaze.

"So uh. What can I help you with?" Sandy fumbles out, she had shown up suddenly and he wasn't sure how to navigate this odd behavior outside of making tea.

He had a hunch of why she was here though. The spider clan had halted its attempt to take over the city making it easy for Huntsman and him to come forward with their secret relationship.

"I was in the neighborhood." She responds by looking over the time of her teacup coolly.

"I see." Sandy takes an awkward sip of his tea trying to fill the silence around them.

"Have you slept with Huntsman yet?" She asked, suddenly making him choke on his own tea. Almost doing a spit take.

"Excuse me?" He wheezes out patting his chest and she slams down her teacup suddenly.

"Don't play dumb. What are your plans for him??" She hisses out, fangs slowly poking out of her lips as she speaks. "Do you plan to bed him? Then throw him away? I will not allow some inferior demon to date him if they are not serious."

She slams her hand on the counter to cement her point and make him flinch under her commands. She wasn't just a queen in the title after all.

"I'm very serious about him!" Sandy defended, skirting under her molton gaze that burned him.

"Oh really?" She scoffs in disbelief. Looking down at him from her nose.

"How many grandkids will you be giving me? Will he move into your home? Or will you live in his? When will you be officially mates?!" She demanded with another slam to the table the china set clattering and shaking under her force.

"If you're serious about him you will have answers for all of these because you would be thinking of them!!" She shouts a string of hair falling into her face as her chest heaves from labored breathing.

Something clicks in Sandy's head suddenly.

"You're his mother." He states quietly instead of answering her barrage of questions. Her eyes widen and she slumps back into her seat, rubbing her temples with a scowl.

"I'm not his mother ... .but I'm the closest thing he has to one." She regards Sandy with cold eyes that rove over him like she is weighing him in her mind, determining if he was worth knowing this information.

"Huntsman's parents perished in a raid on our home. Some demon hunters stumbled upon our nest years ago and slaughtered many of our kind. Huntsy was just a child then. Parents gutted right in front of him" she frowns, claws digging into the table as she talks

"We managed to fight off the hunters…but the cost was great." She finished taking her teacup and sipping it slowly. "I found him in the ruins. Covered in his parent's blood and with eyes that burned with more hatred than I have ever seen in my lifetime."

She sets the cup down with a clink and lets out a sigh, the queen slumps forward with a humorless chuckle.

"But I haven't seen that anger or hatred in his eyes for a while. Even before you guys came out to me I could tell something was different inside him." She smiles a little, her eye looking at something Sandy couldn't see. But then it hardens and she pins him in place with those same striking green eyes.

"He's happy. He loves you…And I don't want him to lose whatever happiness he's built for himself if you don't feel the same." She sighs and pinches her brow letting out a long pause before either of them speaks again.

"Er…we were hoping to have your blessing before I had him move in with me," Sandy speaks suddenly, making the queen's head snap upward at him.

"We are taking it slow. So we aren't officially mates…but we have discussed it. And other serious things too." Sandy explains, carefully reaching forward to clean up the sugar bowl that had fallen to the side when she had snapped the table.

"We talked about long-term goals, dreams, living arrangements…ahem potential kids." He feels his face redden at the last one mentioned as he sets the sugar bowl upright and dusts his hands off the stray grains of sugar.

He sits back down and places his palms flat against the table before her. He bows his head slightly.

"I'm very serious about him…. Please allow me to continue to court your son." Sandy feels sweat break out across his neck at the prolonged silence. He thinks maybe she will deny him this. He prays she won't. He couldn't bear having to make Huntsman choose between his loyalties or him.

Another few beats pass before he hears her slump back into her chair with an exaggerated sigh.

"God. Your so fucking genuine it's almost annoying…no wonder he likes you." A smile quirks up on her face slightly and Sandy feels something in his chest tighten.

The queen leans forward a little her face serious again.

"You have my blessing. But if you hurt him. I WILL string you up, inject you with a bit of venom, let your insides digest slowly, and drink your organs through a straw. Understand?"

Sandy swallows. He knows this isn't a threat. It's a promise from a queen. He nods quickly when he realizes she's waiting for him to reply. She smiles wildly and giggles like they were discussing a bit of gossip instead of exchanging threats.

"Now! Huntsman won't stop talking about these little mint cookies you have. Be a dear and get me some for my tea." And she switches just like a light. She lifts her cup up delicately and takes a sip waiting for him to sever her. For some reason, he feels like he's passed a test.

—---------

"I heard Queenie came by" Huntsman speaks suddenly, startling Sandy much later that night when he thinks he's alone. Huntsman has this bad habit of sneaking up on him and watching him silently for a few minutes before announcing his presence to the water demon. He secretly suspected Huntsman was checking out his ass when he wasn't paying attention.

He places a hand to his chest and watches the short spider smirk. The bastard knew what he was doing.

"You know you can text me before you come over so I know you're coming," Sandy expresses. Picking up the knitted blankets he was folding up and tossed or over the sofa from the tidying up he was doing.

"I much rather keep you on your toes," Huntsman speaks with a smirk, gravitating toward him till Sandy can wrap his arms around his boyfriend. Sandy puts his large hands around their hips and he hears the spider demon purs out his approval to the action.

"I don't know what you said to her, but she won't shut up about you." Huntsman almost seems jealous and Sandy has to fix that. He tilts their chin up and places a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

"Don't worry. You're the only one I got my eyes on." He reassured his lover softly between little butterfly kisses that had them melting in his grip.

"I better be~" Huntsman teases standing on his tippy toes and demanding more attention. Sandy easily gives it to him, lavishing kisses and nibbles to his lips and neck of the smaller demon till they are just a sighing moaning mess under him.

Sandy pulls away after a few minutes of this leaving Huntsman a blushing purring mess.

"Movie night?" Sandy offers his boyfriend since they are already here. Huntsman hums, his hands running over his wide chest teasingly.

"Only if I can use you as a pillow." They demand with a sniff. Sandy picks them up suddenly, making Huntsman let out a squeak that's quickly covered with a huff.

"I think that can be arranged~" he teases, kissing their neck softly. Warmth spreads in his chest knowing his whole wrong was in his arms. And they finally had the blessing of Huntsman's queen to properly plan their future together.

[raggaraddy]

your writing is amazing 🥺

could i ask for a yoongi version of the reader being shot because of them? your other ones are so good!!!

Family affairs

@dramaclub-thin

A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."