#yn meeting his sisters for the first time and them having to pretend like they don't know p much everything about her already 😭

[httpiastri]

i missed you!!! hope you’re enjoying your break from here, consider this an extension of my hug to wherever you are rn <33 big huuuuugggss for you from all of us here 🤗🩵

college!pepe going to his sisters for relationship advices 🫶🏻 correct me if im wrong, but i think pepe has older sisters? so maybe after the fight, or really just one random day where he feels like hmmm maybe i should confront my feelings and not run away from it anymore… he’ll sit with that thought for a bit until one day he just finds himself in front of their door (im thinking carla–i believe that’s one of his sister’s name–since she has a partner after all!) his excuse was that he missed his sisters and that he wanted to catch up a bit 💘

so imagine the look of surprise on their faces when he blurted out that he needs relationship advice!! just quietly says that he thinks he’s starting to fall for someone and he asked them how should he approach it because he’s feeling so confused and scared … he spent the next few hours just spilling everything to his sister and her wife, telling them how he thought he knew everything there is to be known about liking someone in courtesy of his last relationship, but when he met yn?! everything was out of the window. he tells them he thinks it’s worth taking the risk to fall for her, but he’s scared she won’t feel the same way and he’ll ended up being the only one to fall again 😵‍💫

and even as they attentively listen to pepe and his worries, they can’t help but share a look of like omg !!! their baby brother is all grown up JDHJDDK and also the fact that they don’t recall him asking them for any kind of advice during his last relationship and he was in an ACTUAL relationship then, and not in some sort of limbo between friends and something more like he is now!!! so they know he def reeeeeaaaaallly likes yn 🥹 they try to give advices where they can, just a few things from their own experience to ease his mind and though they know he’s capable of making good decisions, a little push in the right direction never hurts <33

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aaaaaaa my love! thank you so much!!! big big hugs to you too <3<3

this ask is so sweet i feel like im getting a toothache 😭 pls he would be so cute going to his sisters like that... im imagining him being kinda nervous-ish when actually bringing it up, the like "so uh... i actually have something i wanted to ask you about....*long pause*..... well, there's this girl..." and they're kinda freaking out but trying not to because they don't want to stress him or anything, they don't wanna make a big deal out of it all. and they'll want him to tell it from the beginning, from how pepe and yn met and all of the things that have happened, and like... a sister can't not squeal from happiness when she sees her little brother all smiley talking about how the girl he likes fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie night at the apartment or something 😭

and yes like even if pepe might still have his doubts about the whole thing, the sisters are so sure just from the way he talks about her. he's lowkey blushing, only saying the sweetest things about her, and just :(( and his sisters ofc make sure to tell him that they'll always be there for him if he needs it for these kinds of things and that he shouldn't be shy to talk to them. they wanna support him all the way, and i feel like they would also continue to pester him with questions and ask him for updates when he's back at uni 😭

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Request! A Eris x Archeron!yn fic. Imagine a prythian where the high lords are not good and friendly with each other and are now planning a war over one another to take down the court next to them and rule over. Now after a LOT of convincing Autum Court and Night court are forced in a alliance between each other because of yn. Now imagine if one of them sabotages the alliance! What will happen? Who will yn choose? Will she be able to choose between her sisters and mate?

(I don't know if you write for Eris or not. If you don't and you want to write this, you change it to yn being Eris's little sister and being Azriel's mate. Or if you don't want to write this at all that's totally fine too!)

Bloodshed.

Eris week day 2, High Lord

Eris x Archeron!reader

Summary: The world is in chaos, and its not the best time to find the other half of your soul when the people you live with would trade anything to kill your mate.

But that's exactly what has happened with Y/n, and she has no idea how to save him. But maybe she could negotiate?

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A/n: hey anon! I love the idea, Eris is one of my most loved acotar males. Soo sorry for the delay in posting this! I didn't have time to write it, and when I did, @erisweek2023 was close, so I thought why not post it then. So, here it is. I hope you like it.

First time participating in a character week, soo excited! 😆

Also make sure to check out other Eris week creations too!❣️

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Today they would be meeting up with the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. An important court related meeting, as Y/n's brother in law claimed. It wouldn't have been held if not for the new High Lord's ascension to Autumn's throne.

They said it was so that they could try and be allies, but Y/n was no kid. They just wanted to meet with him so that they could find any weaknesses to exploit and get Autumn under their domain.

Since the moment the war against Hybern had ended, the High Lords had been at each others throats. A smile on the face that equalled to a sneer in the privacy of their courts.

And Y/n was sick of their games.

The inner circle was kind enough to everyone in Night Court, but the rulers had slowly and steadily become more and more power hungry, turning on people who they would have once considered friends.

Eris had once been an ally, but he was only a friend for the reason that he fed the inner circle information regarding Beron and his schemes, so he could get some help getting rid of his father in return. It had barely been a week since he became High Lord, and the night court had already started scheming to get Eris off the throne.

She knew that Night Court wasn't the only one who was planning that.

And she hated them for it.

It wasn't that she was interested whether Eris ruled Autumn Court or not, she just wanted him to... not be sad for once.

She had only had a handful of conversations with him, but she knew that he wasn't the evil person he pretended to be. She could see it in his eyes, the bruised and sad look that he always had in those beautiful amber orbs. She didn't know how no one else noticed it.

But she did. She somehow had this irrational urge to soothe him. Soothe all of his worries and comfort him, let him tell her of all that he went through. She wanted to see the man beneath the cold mask of the Autumn Court heir, now High Lord.

It was stupid, she knew, especially because the people who she lived with would probably lock her away if she so much as showed interest in him. But she couldn't help it. It was like her instincts were screaming at her to go–

A knock on her bedroom doors drew her from her thoughts. She flinched from the sudden loud noise before going to open the door. It was her younger sister.

Feyre looked at her, surveying her from head to toe before nodding. "He's here. Come." Y/n followed her towards a meeting room in Moonstone Palace. "I still don't understand why you want to be present in the meeting. It's just going to be fake smiles and Eris's disgusting personality. It's a pain in the ass, if you ask me. He's a pain in the ass. The faster he gets removed from the throne and hopefully dies, the better."

Y/n said nothing.

Y/n and Elain were twins, but Elain was soft, kind and caring, while Y/n was anything but. That didn't deter everyone from assuming she was the same as Elain. That she was naive and wouldn't understand their despicable schemes.

As they entered the meeting room where Eris and most of the inner circle were in, Y/n's heart fluttered.

But then her eyes met with his, and her heart stopped as something started to glow inside of her. He stared back at her, his lips parting.

It was like her soul was freed from a cage as she felt all the love and happiness and confusion in the world surrounding her heart. She smiled slightly, looking at the dazed look on his face.

"Well well, look who's here. I don't know why she wanted to be here, but you can't help when someone doesn't want to understand and is childish–" Rhys said, straightening from the table and sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Y/n. How are you doing?" Eris asked, glaring at Rhys.

"I'm fine. How about yourself?" Her shoulders curved inwards as her brother in law's power whipped around the room.

"I'm good. Thank you for asking."

"Is that all you wanted to ask? If so, you can leave now."

Y/n swallowed. She didn't know why Rhysand had started acting like that around her, but it scared her. He had been like an older brother to her, just like Cassian and Azriel. But one day it was like she woke up in a new world, and she did not recognise anyone. "I– I would–"

"Come Y/n." Eris pulled out the chair next to him, motioning for her to sit in it. She smiled gratefully as she settled down, while Rhysand fumed.

"What were we talking about again before we were interrupted?" Azriel questioned.

"Yes, we were trying to negotiate an alliance." Eris said calmly. But amusement shone on everyones faces as Mor and Feyre snorted. Y/n looked around confused. What was happening?

"There is going to be no negotiation on any alliance. You were very useful in eliminating your father, Eris, but looks like we have no use of you now."

Y/n stiffened, realising that this was no normal meeting. This was an ambush. "Hey, hey. Let's not get hostile." She began when she spied the Illyrians reaching for their weapons. "Why can we not become allies? It would be better–"

"Shut up." Rhysand snapped, stunning Y/n for a moment. And in that moment, a ring of raging fire surrounded Rhysand. He paled as the fire continued spreading around the room, now making a cage like structure around all the members of the inner circle.

"Do not talk to her like that. Ever again." Deadly intention dripped from every word out of Eris's mouth as he stood. She stood along with him, panic clawing up her throat. "You'll be ash before you have time to apologise."

Rhysand snarled, just before a bubble of water surrounded him. Y/n looked around, realising Feyre was the one responsible for the water bubble.

Y/n tugged on Eris's sleeve, and he slowly turned his head to look at her. She shook her head at him, her eyes pleading. He stared at her for a moment before the fire vanished.

As soon as it did, the three illyrians advanced on them. Y/n threw herself in front of Eris, clutching his hands behind her back so he wouldn't do anything reckless again. Which was stupid, as he didn't need his hands to burn the place down.

"Get away from him Y/n." Rhysand said in a deadly voice, continuing to come towards them as Cassian and Azriel pulled out their swords and daggers.

She shook her head, glancing at Feyre helplessy. "Do something!"

"Why would I? Stop acting like that Y/n, he's not a nice person. He deserves to die."

Y/n looked around, hoping someone would help her. "Feyre, I have a question for you. When you first met Rhysand, was he a nice person?"

Feyre's brows furrowed, but she answered, speaking slowly and gently as if speaking to a small child. "No, he was not a nice person. But he's my mate, and when I got to know him more, I realised he was a nice person. But Y/n, is it necessary to ask these stupid questions at this moment?"

"Yes." She turned back to Rhysand. "Please, negotiate an alliance. He's my mate."

Everything was dead silent for a minute, and everyone stared at her. Eris had managed to free his hands from her clutches, and she felt his hands wrapping around her, tugging her back.

"You shouldn't have done that." He whispered in her ear frantically. And when she thought about it, she realised how stupid it was. These people were not ones she had once known. These were bloodthirsty and greedy, and they wouldn't care for their enemy's mate, even though the mate was their family. They could also use her to force Eris to do something. Maybe even leave the throne and go into hiding.

"What did you say?" Rhysand asked, his voice low.

"Please Rhys, you know what it feels like to have a mate. Please don't do this." She glanced at the other Illyrians, who had stopped just behind Rhys.

"You are going to go with him?"

"Yes. I–I want to."

"The bond is clouding your judgement."

"No it is not, I swear."

Rhys glanced at Feyre, conversing mind to mind before sighing. "You'll regret this Y/n, and when you realise it, you'll come back crying to us. Guess we won't have any fun today then."

"Really?"

"Hmm. Well, get back to the table. We'll have to negotiate a stupid alliance then."

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That had been months ago, and now Autumn Court was safe. At least for the time being.

She continued staring out the window, drinking her monthly contraceptive tea. She and Eris had accepted the bond within one month of the alliance being made, and for the next month, it had been as if they had been wiped of the face of Prythian.

She blushed, thinking of that month. It wasn't as if it didn't still feel like they were in a mating frenzy though. No, Eris would grab her whenever he got one moment of peace. But back then? He had her for himself, uninterrupted most of the time. Any work he had, he would do when she rested. Writing letters to reading reports, keeping tabs on the training of soldiers to the current favourite food of his people, that male did everything, all the while making sure to give her time as well.

And if there was only one thing she knew, it was that she didnt regret her decision. She never would.

She sighed, moving to take a sip from her tea when two strong arms wrapped around her torso. Without a moments hesitation and without realising what she was doing, she relaxed back into the body of her mate.

Her amazing, perfect mate.

As soon as she relaxed, she felt warmth rushing through the bond, a tint of glee and surprise mixed with the love.

"Good morning love." Eris whispered–his voice raspy and clouded with sleep– againt her hair before burying his head in the crook of her neck. She tilted her head back and to the side to give him more space.

"Good morning handsome."

She felt him smile against her, nipping at her. He lifted his head a little so his cheek rested against her.

"What are you drinking?"

"My monthly contraceptive tea."

"That's great."

"I feel like there's more you want to say." She muttered, caressing his arm. She turned to him and he rested his forehead against her.

"Is the tea hot?"

Her brows furrowed. "No, not really. It was brought in quite some time ago. Why?"

"Then finish it up quickly darling."

"Why?" She smirked. She knew why, she just wanted to hear him say it.

"You know why."

"Do I though?" She sipped from the almost finished cup teasingly.

"Hmm. Guess I'll just show you why then."

His eyes twinkled, and she couldn't hold back anymore. So she gulped down the tea in one go before pouncing on him.

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She stared at herself in the mirror, running her fingers over her deep red gown's neckline.

She and her mate, the High Lord and Lady of Autumn Court, had been invited to the Night Court. They hadn't been provided with a specific reason why the celebration was being held, they just were invited.

Whatever the reason, there was a pit of dread forming in her stomach.

The door creaked open to her chambers and her mate poked his head in. When she turned to look at him, she found his mouth slightly parted, as if he was about to say something.

But then he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He whistled lowly as he walked towards her. "Give me a twirl pretty girl."

She smiled and did exactly that. He whistled flirtatiously, eyeing her body before meeting her eyes. "Would you look at that. Perfect. Absolutely gorgeous."

She blushed like a schoolgirl at the praises spewed from her mate and husband's mouth. It didn't last long as she remembered why she had dressed up in the first place. She turned back to the mirror, a frown on her face.

Eris, of course, noticed it. Moving to stand behind her and meeting her eyes in the mirror, he hugged her from the back. "What happened darling? Is something the matter?"

She shook her head. "I'm just a little..."

"Nervous?"

"You could say that."

"We can stay here if you want. I will write to them–"

"No." She cut him off. "This would affect the alliance, especially since Rhysand and Feyre would be looking for any opportunity to launch a war."

"Then we can go to war, my heart. Your comfort comes before all else."

She smiled and turned to him. "I'm glad for that, my love. However, it is necessary that I prioritise the future of Autumn Court. What kind of High Lady would I be if I didn't care for my subjects' wellbeing?"

He smiled and kissed her cheeks. "My darling High Lady. So, are you ready?"

"Not really, but let's get this done with."

He extended his arm to her. As soon as she took it, they began to walk out the door.

But something caught her attention when she spied the guards who would accompany them today. They weren't Eris's personal guards, the ones he trusted. Y/n tugged on her mates sleeves, making him stop.

"Yes?"

She tilted her head towards the guards. "They are new. They are not your guards."

Eris nodded. "Apparently, my brothers seem to think that these guards are better suited to safeguarding us. They are old and trained, seasoned from centuries of working for my father."

As he said those words, Y/n had the feeling that he was also questioning the reason these males were coming with them.

He still didn't trust his brothers, and, despite his advisors telling him to get rid of them, he didn't. He wouldn't, not unless they gave him a reason to.

The pit of dread in her deepened.

She didn't have a good feeling about this.

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Y/n smiled politely as she talked to her sister. Nesta. Feyre was sitting on her throne.

Her heart was hammering in her ear, and she had become more and more panicked than when she started the evening. The weird feeling that something really bad was about to happen lurked about her being, and she wondered where her mate was.

She tried to look around, her breathing becoming shorter when she didnt find him anywhere in the crowded hall.

Where the hell is he?

"Are you okay?" Nesta gave her an assessing look, her eyes all seeing.

Y/n nodded. "It's just, I've never been away from Eris for long periods of time since before we were mated. Especially in crowded areas. And you know how I hate crowds. And I have also been feeling nauseated since the evening. I'm sure it's nothing..."

She realised she was rambling and Nesta probably wasn't interested in Y/n's wellbeing. So she shut herself up and again looked around, tugging on the bond.

In an instant, Eris's arm was around her waist and he smiled down at her.

"My heart?"

Relief spread through her as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Eris."

"Are you alright?"

She shook her head against him. "Too crowded. Too many people. And you weren't near..." She mumbled.

"Oh my darling, I am so sorry I left you alone. But I am here now. You want to go somewhere less crowded?"

She hummed against his warm skin, already calming.

"Come." He said, pulling away from her and turning to the doors. That was when Y/n noticed Rhysand and Cassian standing next to Nesta, eyeing the couple. She swallowed when Rhysand met her eyes before looking away from her in disgust.

It was obvious he would be disgusted, after all she had chosen the enemy over her own family.

She bowed her head, her insecurities rising again after months, and followed Eris to a secluded alcove nearby.

She kept her head lowered, wondering if her family hated her, but then she felt Eris's hand on her chin, and all her worries started ebbing away.

"Hey." He whispered softly, giving her a small smile. "Are you alright?"

"I... don't know."

"It's okay. Talk to me."

"I–I don't know why but... I'm feeling... weird? Like, since the moment we left for here, I've had this feeling that something is about to go wrong and–" her chest heaved and she pressed herself against him, needing his warmth to keep her in the present.

"Hey, hey, nothing is going to go wrong. Don't worry my heart, everything will be fine."

He kissed her head, smoothing his hand down her hair as he murmured sweet nothings onto the top of her head.

A few moments later, she finally calmed. But the dread was still there, like an unwanted guest who refused to leave.

Y/n looked up at her mate, her beautiful, amazing mate. He smiled down at her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. But still Eris, what if something happens?"

He shook his head. "If something happens, I'll be there to handle it."

She sighed. "I know I sound stupid and stubborn–"

"No you don't. It's just your instincts, and there is nothing wrong with feeling that way. We'll be more careful of what is going on around us, and nothing will happen. I promise."

She smiled at him. This was why she loved him.

Before she had left with him, her family always found ways to make her doubt herself. If she suggested an idea, they would look down on it, saying she should stay quiet when she knew nothing about the matter. She had become extremely insecure about herself since then, and tried to stay quiet all the time.

Eris made her realise her worth and brought her back from the dark pit she had descended into.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you more, my heart."

As soon as they left the alcove, the were faced with the whole of inner circle staring them down, as if they had been waiting to pounce on her and her mate. Even Feyre and Mor were there.

Her grip tightened on Eris's hand, and he squeezed back.

"Feyre." She smiled tentatively, wondering if it was the right thing to do.

"Y/n." Feyre nodded stiffly. "Would you like to come with us? We wanted to talk to you, catch up on the events of the past months. See how things were going in the Autumn Court. Just us ladies." Y/n glanced at Eris. He eyed the females, namely Feyre, Nesta and Mor. "Don't worry about him. He'll be occupied with the males. Right Eris?"

She didn't want to go. The only place she wanted to go to was back home. "Um I..."

Everyone's eyes seemed to narrow on her mate, who said nothing.

"Is something the matter?"

She shook her head. "I just don't feel well. I... guess I'll come with you."

The females of the inner circle led her away, out the court room, up a staircase.

By the time they reached the landing of the fourth floor, Y/n's chest was heaving. "Where are we going?"

The three ladies looked at each other before Nesta sighed. "Look, we wanted to talk to you away from him. There isn't a particular place we had in mind."

Immediately, Y/n's blood chilled. She looked around. "What are you trying to say? What did you want to talk about?"

"Y/n... look, the bond seems to be clouding your judgement. He is not the male you think he is. He is manipulating–" Feyre started.

Y/n heaved a sigh. "He. Is. Not. Neither is the bond clouding my judgement."

"You wouldn't realise even if he was manipulating you. So, please let me in your mind. If the bond isn't clouding your mind and he isnt manipulating you, then we will satisfied."

" I married him of my own free will. How many times do I have to say that to get you to fucking understand?"

Silence descended. Unfortunately, it was only for a moment. "Did you– did you just curse?"

Y/n laughed, tired of their presumptions about her. "Why is that so shocking? Hmm? Is it because Elain never curses?" Mor opened her mouth, but Y/n didn't give anyone a chance to speak. "You don't even know what kind of a person I am. You just assumed that because I am Elain's twin, I'll have a similar personality as hers. You never bothered to ask me about my thoughts, always thinking that I was some naive little girl who knew nothing of what she was talking about."

"I– we never–"

"Yeah Feyre, you never."

Before she, or anyone, for that matter, could say or do anything, a scream sounded from below, followed by more.

Y/n turned to look down the stairs through the small opening over the railing. Her sisters and Mor did the same.

There was nothing noticeable accept the red glow on the walls on the bottom most floor.

Her heart picked up again, sweat coating her hands.

The screams got louder, and the glow became more evident as the moments passed.

When she felt a tug on the bond and a pulse of panic from Eris's side, it clicked.

Fire.

This place was on fire.

Shit.

The sound of clanking armor and the soldiers scrambling up the staircase made the the four females draw back from the railings edge. The soldiers made a ring formation around the three females of the inner circle, a few soldiers advancing on Y/n.

She looked at them confused.

It was Nesta who screeched when a soldier raised his sword. "What the hell do you think you are doing! She is our sister, stop advancing on her!"

"Ordered by the High Lord. Catch the enemy. The traitor and his wife."

"She is not the enemy! She is my sister!" Nesta cried out, trying to push her way through the protective circle while Y/n tried to find a way out. She was now pressed against the wall opposite the railing, and she ran her hands against the wall for something to protect herself with.

"That was why she was so nervous. And why she didnt want to come with us. She wanted to get away before the fire started." Feyre's eyes were wide and she pointed an accusing finger in Y/n's direction.

"Why– how can you even think that?! Eris would never do such a thing! I would never–"

"No one is ever going to trust you! Especially when you are a ruler of autumn Court. You married a manipulator, a monster. What are the odds that you haven't become the same in his company?"

"Feyre! Watch your tongue!" Nesta yelled, her eyes pleading. She turned to Y/n. "Tell her it's not true. Tell her you weren't the one who orchestrated this. Tell her!"

As soon as Y/n opened her mouth, her hand closed around something. A rod?

She didn't care, as long as she could use it to defend herself.

She pulled it in front of her, holding it like a sword. And then, just the way Eris had taught her, she leapt forwards, the black iron rod clutched tight in her hands.

The guards were not expecting it, and so the first one was disarmed quickly. She dropped her weapon in favour of picking the sword of the disarmed soldier, who then pulled out another sword hanging down his back and began charging at her.

She tried to hold him off while Nesta did her best to try and stop the males from cornering her.

But it wasn't enough. And there was only one way to stop them.

And she did what was needed.

She didn't care for her life as much as she did for Eris and the pain that he wpuld go through if he lost her. That, and the Autumn Court.

She raised the sword, and in one long, clean strike, severed the head of the closest guard. It stopped others from advancing, at least for a moment.

Y/n tugged on the bond once, but his side seemed to be closed off.

"The High Lord said she didn’t know how to fight." One of the guards said.

"She didn't. Unless, her bastard of a husband taught her." Mor stared at her in disdain.

"What are you waiting for?! Get her!" Feyre ordered, and at once the guards moved.

And so began the killing spree.

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Eris's pov.

He cut through the men trying to ambush him as he tried to get to his mate. They had taken her somewhere away from him, the reason being unknown but he had an inkling.

So they could convince her to abandon him.

He had been panicked when he realised what was going on. The fire had been started by the men he had brought with him because of his brothers.

Those bastards. He was going to rip them apart when he found them. But that would happen if he was able to escape this hell hole. And for that, he needed to find his wife.

He had known that maybe her sisters were trying to persuade her into leaving him, and selfishly he had wished that she wouldn't leave him. But when the fire started, he realised that she probably would think that he was the one who orchestrated it.

So he had closed off the bond, giving her free will to leave him if she wanted without knowing what he felt. Because, knowing his wife, if she knew he was sad, she'd go to extreme lengths to make him happy. And that would mean staying with him even if she didn't want to.

And he knew he didn't deserve her anyway. She was too good for a bastard like him. It was only a matter of when, not if, she left him.

Just as he reached the staircase, his body locked up.

There she was, running down the stairs, holding her tattered gown in one hand and a bloody sword in another.

He didn't blink, couldn't, as he watched her cut down the men standing in her way.

He watched, fascinated, as she looked up from the male she was currently decapitating.

Her features relaxed, and she hurried down towards him.

The wall he had put up on his side of the bond wasn't strong enough to hold off the flood of relief from her side.

He almost went to his knees before his wife, his goddess. One he had done nothing to be blessed with.

When she was within arms length, she let go of her gown and threw herself at him. He stumbled back, but didn't let go of her.

"Oh mother! Are you okay?!" She questioned, pulling back and running her hands over his shoulder and torso, looking for injuries, all while he stood there staring at her like an idiot.

When he didn't reply, she looked up and snapped her fingers in his face.

That finally got him moving. "I'm fine. But I feel like I should be the one asking that. You look like you've just walked through a blood pond."

At that, she laughed. "We should leave before someone catches us. Come." She began tugging her away, but he held his ground.

"You– you still want to come with me?"

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Why would I not want that?"

Eris didn't know how to respond. Thankfully, she knew him too well by now and knew what he was thinking.

She stepped closer, bringing a hand up to his jaw, searching his eyes. "Eris," she began softly. "I. Love. You. And I want to be with you. I'll never leave you, even if you beg me to. I'll forever haunt you."

He huffed out a laugh and she smiled.

"They were trying to persuade you to leave me, weren't they?"

Y/n nodded. "They can try."

"I could've been the one to start the fire." He pointed out, and the selfish part of him screamed in outrage.

"We're pretty sure it was him." Rhys spoke from behind Eris. He glanced back stiffly, finding the whole inner circle present.

But Y/n ignored him.

She only spoke to Eris.

"And? Your point being? I don't care if you were the one who started the fire. All I care for is you. Us. I wish you could get that through your thick skull."

She murmured before rising up on her toes and capturing his lips.

When she pulled away, Feyre spoke up. "Y/n, because you are family, we'll give you one chance. Come back to us, and you'll be safe. Go with him, and we'll destroy you along with Autumn Court."

"That's all you do, isn't it Feyre? Destroy courts for petty reasons. First Spring, and now Autumn. Do you ever stop?"

"Watch your tongue Y/n." Rhys snarled.

But it was all a ruse on Y/n's part, because suddenly, the wards were broken, and Eris felt his mate's hand in his, tugging urgently.

So he did as she wanted him to. Winnowed her away.

•○🌑○•

As soon as they appeared in a forest near Autumn Court's border, Y/n turned away and heaved the contents of her stomach on the grass. Eris held back her hair and rubbed her back before she collapsed on the grass.

After a few moments of silence, she started laughing. Eris looked at her incredulously, but her laughter was contagious, and so he followed her, lying next to her on the grass and laughing.

"Aren't you a clever little fox. That was amazing." He muttered when their laughter had fied down. He brushed his fingers against hers, feeling a smile lifting the corners of his lips.

"The bloodshed?"

"The breaking of wards. The bloodshed too."

She hummed happily. After a pause, she turned to Eris.

"I know it wasn't you Eris."

He didn't have to agrre to that, so he didn't. "There will be a war." He mumbled.

She nodded. "I know."

"You should have stayed back. With them."

"I would never do that."

"You could die here–"

"And I could also die there. At least if I die here, I'd have died for something good. And I dont care if I die."

His throat clogged. He just whispered one word.

"Why?"

She smiled, resting her head on his chest.

"Because I love you, you dumbass. We'll get through this together."

He nodded, even though she could not see.

"Together."

•○🌑○•

General taglist: @eos-princess @bubybubsters @nightless

[luvxxriki]

could i req ex!riki meeting reader again after a while but they still love eo n stuff 😶🙏

SCREAMING AND CRYING.

pairing - ex!riki x fem!reader

genre - angst, past lovers, exes to lovers (?)

warnings - heavy heart break, crying, slight cursing, mentions of depression, he's kinda barely toxic but reader doesn't care

wc - 1.3k

notes - tysm for the req i literally love this one🫶 this is kinda my first time writing real angst, so i hope you like it🫡🩷

Finally, it was your first day of your last year of highschool. You walked into the room and sat at a random desk while you waited for the teacher to show up. Looking around the room, you noticed a few people you’ve had classes with before, so you figured it would be easy enough to talk to them throughout the year.

After a while the bell rang and the teacher arrived. She greeted the class and explained some ground rules, as well as assigning everyone seats. 

“Yn… looks like you’re sitting alone for now, your seatmate isn’t here. Sit at that table in the back corner, near the window” She smiled and pointed at the table for two. You walked over and placed your bag on the empty chair since your seatmate wasn’t here, which you honestly didn’t mind.

While your teacher continued explaining the course, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it your face immediately flushed red and your heart started beating a million miles an hour. You could feel your body heat up as you started to panic, doing your best to conceal yourself at the back of the class.

“You must be Nishimura Riki, I had your older sister!” Your teacher smiled once again. “Your seat is right in the back, near yn”

“Thank you” He said politely. His voice hadn’t changed one bit, still attractively arrogant yet somehow still playful. 

You moved your bag off the seat so he could sit, and looked out the window. It didn’t matter how long it had been, a day, a month. Almost five months now. You couldn’t face him, not yet.

“Ok, your first assignment is to get to know your seatmate. Talk to each other for a while, and if I notice you aren’t participating it’s a write up” The teacher announced. Your heart sank to the floor and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

“Yn…” Riki started. You could feel him looking at you. 

“Yea?” You barely whispered loud enough for him to hear, and it didn’t help that you were still facing away from him.

“Look at me. We have to at least pretend to do the assignment”

You turned slightly, just enough to make it look like you guys were talking. You both stayed silent for a while, until RIki sighed and broke it.

“How are you?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Been better, but I’m good” 

You cringed internally at how dry and awkward you both were being, but also because this was the first time you guys talked since he broke up with you back in April.

It was a cloudy day, one of your favorites. You had just finished classes and your long-term boyfriend texted you to meet him outside of the school, right near the big tree you guys always met near. The spot where he confessed to you. 

You walked happily to the spot, a content smile plastered on your face as you couldn’t wait to finally see your comfort person after a tiring day. 

“Riki!” You called out for him. When he looked up at you, you could tell something was off. You ignored it though, assuming he just had a hard day.

“yn…I need to talk to you”

Your smile faltered but you nodded, signaling for him to continue.

“We’re breaking up”

“What?” You felt a pain in your chest, like he just drove a knife through your heart. The more he spoke, the further it went in.

“We’re breaking up. I can’t be with you anymore” He sounded cold, like he didn’t even care and just wanted to get this over with.

“Riki…why?” You asked. You swallowed the lump in your throat and wished that you would be shaken awake from this nightmare, with your boyfriend by your side to hug you and tell you it was all a bad dream.

“I just said it!” He raised his voice. You took a step back and your first tear fell down your flushed cheeks. He had never raised his voice at you, never did anything to hurt you. So this? This was terrifying.

“I…I’m sorry” You stuttered out.

“Whatever…Bye” He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked off, not even sparing you another glance.

After that day, you never talked to him. You were too scared to text him, and did anything and everything to avoid even seeing him or his friends at school.

“That's good” You swallowed thickly, the painful memory making it hard to concentrate on what he was saying. He went quiet for another few minutes, then placed his hand on top of yours which was resting on the table.

“Look at me…” He said softly. You hesitated, but finally looked up at him.

To your surprise, his cheeks were just as red as yours, if not worse. His eyes looked like they were trying to tell you something, they looked sad and apologetic, like he really regretted what happened. It took everything in you to not break down right there, to not cry over something you’ve wasted thousands of tears on already.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” He whispered. His thumb caressed the back of your hand with the same gentleness he would use back when you would reach for his hands when you would get nervous.You could tell how hard he swallowed by how his adams apple bobbed up and down.

You continued looking at him, your eyes tearing up and the lump in your throat getting bigger by the second. 

“I’m sorry” He repeated. His voice came out as a broken whisper, the complete opposite of the confident and teasing way he would speak to you when he chased your adoration.

“Why did you do it?” You asked tearfully.

“I’m so sorry baby, I really am” He repeated again. The old pet name fell from his lips so naturally, he barely realized he did it until he heard the broken sob escape your lips. You didn’t even cry this much when he first broke up with you, and it was breaking him the more he realized how bad he had hurt you.

“I was just having a really hard time, I was really stressed. Between school, soccer, my parents, and everything going on, I didn’t want all that shit to affect you. I didn’t…I didn’t wanna hurt you, ok? That’s the last thing I wanted, and I thought it would hurt you less if we just broke up. I’m sorry” He explained. 

He reached his hand out to wipe your tears as he spoke, the few tears that fell from his own eyes going completely unnoticed byy him.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me? I loved you so much, I would’ve helped you” You sobbed.

“I know you would’ve. I should’ve just told you, but I didn’t want you to worry about me baby, you had your own things and I didn’t wanna make it worse-”

“You wouldn’t have made it worse Riki, you were the one thing that made all that stuff better! I would’ve done anything to help you, I don’t care, as long as you’re ok”

He nodded and quickly wiped his eyes as he finally realized the salty tears dripping onto his cheeks.

“I know. I was just in a really bad place, and leaving you made that so much worse baby, I really need you” He stroked her damp cheek with his free hand.

“Me too. It was so hard without you” She finally looked him in the eyes, her own bloodshot ones still stinging with tears.

“I still love you baby…”

“I love you too”

[leejenowrld]

tell us more about how meeting the parents for both sides went!! 🤭

ooohhh good one!!

very long answer below aswell 😭😭

so i’ll start with jeno meeting yns parents. he was an instant hit with them. actually yn and jeno were being lovey dovey in a supermarket cus they were doing their weekly grocery shopping and yn was gonna cook for jeno (for a change) and he was just being so touchy and she was also giving into him but all of a sudden they turn around and they see yns mum and one of her younger sisters!!

yn is… chronically very shy. like incredibly shy. idk if i explained it well enough in my first and last but this girl will not socialise with anyone and does not delve outside of her bubble. at this point in time, she had been with jeno for like 7 months and hadn’t even told her mum she had a boyfriend 😭

yns mum saw them… put two and two together and instantly hugged jeno and kissed his cheek. (yn lied and said they had been only going out for 1 month when in reality it was longer lmao she was just too awkward and shy to introduce everyone)

and then they all went out for dinner at this fancy restaurant… yns entire family including her dad (she has no brothers, only 2 younger sisters and also her mum was obviously there :D) and my god was jeno an instant hit for them. yns mum legit sees him as their son, she’s just so incredibly happy that her daughter is happy and in love. she can see the positive impact jeno has on her life just by looking at her, she’s never seen her daughter shine so much and jeno brings out the best in her!! she’s just so proud of their love and also their relationship, she’s never seen people more in love than they are. yns dad was initially very reluctant and closed off at first, i mean that’s his oldest daughter and before, yn hadn’t really interacted with boys or shown any interest in it and all of a sudden she’s head over heels in love with this guy?? he didn’t trust it but the second he met jeno, he knew his baby girl was in good hands. he was just so happy to see how much of a gentleman jeno was, how polite, kind, calm and reserved he is. they’re fr his son. they love him. so much. they include him in all the family outings and holidays and he has a stocking :p they do spend a lot of time together, jeno with yns family

yns younger sisters!! they’re big fans. he’s very good to them, he treats them well and is always buying them shit. he cooks for them and just overall takes care of them, he’s the big brother they never had!! and oh yeah!! they both have huge crushes on him and he knows and so does yn!! he doesn’t help it as he refers to yns sisters as “my girls” like once lmfao the three sisters were just sobbing to a sad movie and jeno was beside yn and her other sister and had his arm around both and everyone around him was sobbing and he was like “i can’t have my girls upset like this” 😭😭

oh yeah… this has been implied in the texts and one part of my first and last but jeno is such a good boy in front of yns family. he acts like an angel. he just has that smile. and yn… if fucks with our girl because she just can’t believe how he can act so innocent to them when he will spend the night choking her, spitting on her and slapping her in bed!!! (consensual ofc!! she loves it) like my god… he rlly switches up with them. i mean he’s not pretending. he can be very sweet and has shown it to yn but with her family he’s close to perfect and it truly does make yns love for him grow <33333

oh yeah… whenever they’re out on family nights (dinners, game nights) jeno gets so incredibly horny and will always have to fuck her discreetly. like at a restaurant he will have her bent over for him in the back rooms or toilets. during a movie night he will finger her under the blanket. but they’re discreet about it. well… yn tries to be

if she’s loud then she’s not allowed to cum for the entire night

sometimes he chokes her to keep her quiet

ok yns family was really long😭😭didn’t expect it (actually did because i have a scene written out of jeno meeting her family lmao) but send another ask for yn with jenos family !!!!!!

[demonic-charcuterie]

The Trancy Triples as older brothers with a human girl.

(Pretend Hannah’s you! Not proof read)

You were the young master’s cousin coming from the city when you first meet them. They we assigned to follow and assist you as you made your way about the manor. Alois is was loud selfish boy and hard to live with and you found comfort and their presence. Even more when Alois was having one of his fits and you stood in the corner with them and even joined in on the whispering the much enjoyed.

Claude stared at you through his lashes and you shiver and quickly turned around and walked away from them. You had come down from breakfast when you said blood on the floor and a Miss Hannah missing an eye. You rushed down and as one of the boys picked her off the floor and the others cleaned the floor. You brushed her hair away and ripped small piece of your skirt and wrapped it around her eyes.

“Oh dear cousin! Have you come down for breakfast?” Alois asked while Claude cleaned his to fingers. You looked as the red blood staining on your make shift eye patch and sigh. “I’m not hungry”

After that you did your best to avoid Alois and Claude by all means. The boys started bring dinner to your room and even staying in there while you ate. That turned into playing games while gossiping about Claude. The did your hair and you let them play with your makeup while using you as a canvas. She laughed on the bed together and Alois hated it.

One day you were in the garden when you saw the boys picking flowers for Alois’s latest waste of time, a butterfly. “What hideous flowers” you said coming up behind them. “Roses, so overused. No special value anymore” you said. She turned around the garden and clapped your hands together. You came back with Marigolds and placed them and the triplets hair. “Much better. For my favorite brothers.” She said while their arms formed a protective shield around you. “My big brothers.” You said. Their little sister, their harmless innocent little sister.

Suddenly their eyes glowed pink. No one while ever touch their perfect loving little sister. They’d loose hands to touch them with.

You stood and they did with you before lifting their arms and letting you out. The boys nodded to each other before turning to you. “Goodbye little sister.” They said as you waved. “Bye big brothers!”

After that everything changed. You started finding gifts all over your room. You started acting like the triplets two.

“The master clearly mental.” Said timber

“Why does he insist we speak up.” Saids Canterbury

“It’s foolish.” Saids Thompson

“Utterly ridiculous” she said

So in sync.

You started matching your dress with their brown and black vests. You put plum purple ribbons in your hair to match them. Alois didn’t like that more.

He threw to the floor and she screamed. “I’m your family! Not those useless three.” You cried for hours on the floor just like that while the boys stood in the corner their hands in fists

That..BRAT. THEIR FUCKING LITTLE SIDTER?! THEY OUTTA KILL HIM AND GIVE YOU HIS HEAD AS A GIFT!

They carried you of to your room and started to back your bags.

“Brother what are you doing?” You whispered into the night as Timber dug through your closet for some reasonable clothes. “We’re talking you away. We’ll all live together. No more of this” He said and he siloed her feet into steel toed boots.

You smiled. “A cottage in the woods. With a garden.” You said smiled and the smiled back. “What ever are little sister wants. She’s two cute to refuse.” They said. Thompson cracked open the window when I knock sounded at the door. It was Hannah.

“Where are you four doing?”

“We’re leaving.” Said Canterbury

“We are not contractually obligated to by here and our sister needs to leave.”

“She’s not your sister Canter. She’s a human.”

She boys glared at Hannah with sighs disgust which was shocking considering how much love they showed to her.

“ yn your cousin loves you. Dont waste that.”

She shook her hand. “Don’t lie Hannah. He only loves himself.”

Hannah scoffed and turned out the door. Timber lifted you up in his arms and you all ran into the cold bitter night. But it was warm and sweet for your beloved brothers were there to hold you.

“Thank you brothers.”

“Anything for you our little Marigold. There’s not line i would not cross” said Timber.

“No sea I wouldn’t swim.” Said Thompson

“Not a single land I wouldn’t conquer.” Said Canterbury

“For our little Goldie.” The said In unison.

(I hope you liked this story!)

[theglitterypages]

Light Of His Life

Dazai Osamu x f! Reader

Warnings: NONE

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Dazai Osamu is still a huge puzzle in everyone's eyes. The man is such a great help in the agency, despite of his chaotic nature they won't deny the fact that Dazai's tactics helped them a lot but they can't still read whatever's going on inside his head and even if most of his suicide attempts fail they're all still worried for him, they hope that someday the suicidal maniac would start to value his life and stop gambling with it on the line.

Dazai on the other hand knows that his comrades at the agency cares for him but for some strange reason his desire to meet death is something he has to deal with everyday but every time he was able to save people despite of his risky schemes, Dazai actually feels a little bit better for himself.

It was Odasaku's last words to him, to be on the side that save lives, to save the orphans and so he did do his best to be able to do so, he feels better yes than when he was in Port Mafia but he feels empty.

And he wishes that someday, maybe someday that void in his heart will be gone.

“Good afternoon ADA! Where's my brother?”

Dazai's eyes flicked upwards and met yours, you're Fukuzawa's younger sister who's been visiting the agency from time to time to drop off foods or annoy your brother. With that being said you've become close to everyone in the agency including Dazai.

“YN-chan energetic as always.” says Dazai as he stood up to smile at you mischievously he placed his arms around you and tried peeking at the paper bag that you were holding, you pushed him away slightly with your elbow and glared at him, ��Stay away suicidal bastard.” and he pouted, “Stop breaking my heart.” he says and the other people at the ADA sent him disgusted looks as they stood up from their seats.

“I can't really bear to see this disgusting shit, good luck Y/N.” Kunikida was the first one to go towards the door to leave since it's lunch time while the others followed after greeting you and sending some insults on Dazai's way, the latter didn't react and just smirks as he waves his hand, telling everyone to buy him some food.

When the two of you were left he pointed the door of your brother's office. “He's just finishing some paperwork, you should go and talk to him.” you smiled and waved goodbye before you head to your brother's office.

“Thanks, Osamu.”

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Dazai loves food but he's too lazy to join the team and so he leaned his back on his chair and closed his eyes so he could try and fall asleep but then he heard the door of the President's office opened and he heard footsteps, he knows that it was you, his eyes stayed close as he was curious of what you were gonna do but he felt you sat on the chair beside him.

“You didn't go down to eat lunch again.” he heard you say, obviously annoyed. At that point, he was about to open his eyes but he felt you brushed his hair using your fingers. You were so gentle and he starts getting sleepy, Dazai tried his best to keep acting like he's asleep but he held his breath when you traced your fingers in the bridge of his nose before you lifted your finger to do the same in his jawline.

You almost gasped when you saw him held his breath but a part of you already knew that Dazai is not a heavy sleeper, he was just pretending to be asleep all this time and even if you were embarrassed for giving in to your feelings, you can't let him have the last laugh.

“You should try a little harder to pretend that you're asleep, Osamu.” you told him and Dazai immediately opened his eyes and looked at you, “Well, well you caught me, darling. But would you care to explain why you touched my face in the most gentle way possible?” he teased, you looked back at him with a sigh before you took a lunch box from the paper bag you brought.

You handed him the lunch box and flicked his forehead. “Stop starving yourself, I have to go. Also, here's some painkillers.” Dazai stared at the lunch box and painkillers in his hand, he couldn't even say a word after you playfully tap his cheeks before you head out of the agency.

Dazai never felt such care in his whole existence, he's been used to violence ever since he was young and even now, even after he switched sides, violence follows him wherever he goes, and he's been used to pain despite of hating it, he slowly opened the lunch box and he felt his eyes get wet and just seconds later, tears streamed down his cheeks.

You never fail to make sure that he's eating, it was never your duty to bring him lunch but since you know that he rarely joins the gang, you made yourself responsible for his lunch. You don't have to do it, Dazai actually asked why you were doing it but you would always stay silent and leave him while he would stay behind watching you slowly vanish from his sight.

Dazai knew that with the life he's living, being attached to anyone else outside the field would be dangerous so he decided to not acknowledge whatever was going on between you two, he didn't acknowledge the stolen stares you both share whenever you would come and visit your brother, those moments when your hands would slightly touch each other as you both sat beside each other, he tried ignoring the times when he will be lost in his own world filled by everything about you, he ignored the times when his heart would feel like it would explode whenever you would take care of him.

He tried, because he knows that Fukuzawa may also dislike the idea of him being with his beloved sister but Dazai can't take it anymore, he can't look at you without imagining what it would be like to keep you in his arms, how it would feel if he can caress your cheeks and stare into your mesmerizing eyes, he's done denying the fact that for all these years he had known you, you were the only one who was able to make him feel this way, before meeting you his life was like keep playing the same day and it never seems to end.

But when he met your eyes and saw your smile for the first time when Fukuzawa introduced you to him, for the first time in his life he looked forward for another day, another day where he could see you and he found himself sleeping much better ever since he started using the scented candles you bought him for his birthday.

Those candles accompanied him in the dark nights, just like how YOU light up his world when he believed that he would never find a reason to live and he wants to do everything in his power to be with you.

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You were just about to enter your car when you felt someone grabbed your wrist and made you face them.

Before you could even protest, you already felt their lips crash onto yours and when you got a better view, you saw that it was Dazai and your knees weakened.

This felt like dream, it was as if you two were in a different dimension and all that matters was you two as you fisted your hands on his coat for support, Dazai pushed you gently against your car before he held your waist, every time his lips would brush against yours all he wanted was to stay like this forever, having you so close to him...he doesn't want to let go but he had to.

“I love you.” he said as his hands still rested on your waist as he breathes heavily while your hands were against his chest, your eyes just staring straight into his and you suddenly lost your voice and the only choice left was to press your lips onto his.

When you pulled away, Dazai lets his head rest on your shoulder as he pulled you closer against his chest, “Thank you for coming into my life, darling.” he whispered, holding you tighter, not wanting to leave any space between you two.

You smiled as you hug him tightly, “I love you too..” you whispered and Dazai smiled against your shoulder before he buried his face at the crook of your neck.

Now that he finally let himself drop his facade, he would make sure to protect you at all cost, even with his own life on the line, he wants to keep the light of his life and he wants to be the light of your life for as long as he lives in this world.

[chimchimsauce]

Fairest

Is beauty a blessing or a curse? All of her life, princess YN was told that her beauty was the greatest gift her late mother ever gave her. But when her looks attract a man cruel and bloodthirsty, YN begins to think that her greatest asset is the beginning of her demise.

“Checkmate.”

YN cannot help the grin that spreads across her face as she utters the word, watching as her older brother groans with disdain.

“You always win!” he complains, acting very much like a child.

“That’s because you always get too caught up in the current move, dear brother. The future decisions are the most important ones.”

YN’s older brother, first in line to the throne of their small country Ameris, huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Chess is like war. You get too focused on winning battles that cause you to lose the war. I certainly hope that won’t be the case for our kingdom . . .”

YN is only jesting. Her elder brother is an excellent leader and will make a wonderful king. He’s just really impatient with games. 

“I’m sure I can beat you next round!” her brother says playfully.

They both know it’s unlikely, but YN clears the board and begins to set up another game. As she’s placing the last pawn, a knock comes at the door. One of her handmaidens opens it, revealing one of their father’s special guards. 

YN’s breath catches ever so slightly before she schools her expression back into one of unbothered royalty. It’s always so hard to ignore her secret lover when other people are around, but she knows she must. A relationship between her and her father’s most trusted guard would cause a scandal that would undoubtedly get Wonho’s position revoked. He’s worked his entire life to get good enough for a spot on the King’s royal guard and there’s no way YN would do anything to sabotage that.

“His majesty has requested your presence,” Wonho says, not even looking YN in the eyes.

He’s much better at keeping his emotions in check.

YN’s brother stands, tapping his finger on the chessboard.

“Lucky thing I’m being summoned, or else I would have absolutely destroyed you in this game.”

YN laughs, maybe a little more politely than she would if Wonho wasn’t standing at the door.

“I’m sure of it,” she says, “Feel free to come back anytime to play again.”

YN’s brother nods and leaves her quarters, following after Wonho. Being the heir to the throne means that YN rarely gets to see her brother. He’ll be gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time as he tours the neighboring countries to learn everything he possibly can, as well as maintain a positive relationship with their allies. Ameris may be a small country, but it is located in the perfect spot for transcontinental trade and filled to the brim with valuable resources. One could dig in a mine for just a few moments and emerge with a diamond the size of a robin’s egg.

Thankfully, Ameris has not had any problems with its neighboring countries in hundreds of years. The last war was ended by YN’s great great great grandfather and peace has blanketed the region since then.

Well, for the most part. In the last several years, the Eastern kingdom of Moonbyss has been steadily expanding and taking over small, unclaimed villages. They have not breached any borders or broken any treaties, however, so there is no cause to worry quite yet.

YN sighs as her thoughts shift back to Wonho. Their secret love affair has been going on since they were teenagers. At first, Wonho was just an attractive boy who was willing to indulge her wanton fantasies, but soon enough an affection bloomed between them. It’s so hard to pretend not to be in love with him, especially when he grows more handsome by the day.

“Thinking about him, my lady?” YN’s lady in waiting, Irene, asks her.

Irene is YN’s closest confidant and friend. She knows almost everything about the princess. Ever since she arrived in the castle from abroad two years ago, they have been inseparable. 

“Of course,” YN says, standing and walking over to the window that overlooks her private gardens. 

She opens the glass door and steps outside, her skin warmed by the sunshine. It’s an absolutely beautiful day, cloudless and blue. Birds chirp sweetly and the scent of flowers wafts on the breeze. The princess stops at the fountain in the middle of the garden, sitting on the bench and looking into the bubbling water. YN often made wishes in this fountain when she was younger, tossing in coins that reflected the sunlight back at her. More recently, though, she’s only wished for one thing - to be with Wonho. Her father, although he loves her, would never allow a union between them. Her older brother, however, has promised to allow YN to marry whoever she desires once he takes the throne on his thirtieth birthday.

He does not know that someone already has her affections, but no matter. YN is not worried about being married off. While her brother is the only prince in the kingdom, the king was blessed with twelve daughters and YN is the youngest. Every available man of power in the kingdom and the surrounding countries have already been wedded. 

YN has Irene bring her a book to read and she settles in, getting comfortable in her garden. The hours pass by quickly as she is sucked into the tale, but soon enough a shadow blocks her reading light. 

The princess looks up and is shocked to see Wonho standing in front of her. Alarm flares up inside of her. The two of them have agreed to never be seen together in daylight.

“Won-”

“Your Majesty,” Wonho says stiffly, “The King requests an audience. I have been asked to escort you to the throne room.”

YN hesitates a moment. She can tell that something is wrong by the strain in his voice. Something must really be bothering him for the guard to allow it to leak into his words. She wants to ask him what’s wrong, but she never knows who is watching so she simply stands, handing her book off to Irene who stands beside her.

“Very well,” YN says, trailing after him and back into the castle.

He walks three paces in front of her, leaving her to stare at his back. So much about him has changed in the last few years. He’s gained an immense amount of muscle, something that YN has really grown to appreciate during their midnight endeavors. It’s a shame that everything is covered up by his uniform, but she must admit he looks dashing in it.

As they walk, YN notices that Wonho isn’t the only one acting strangely. The various maids and butlers who usually flit around and chatter pleasantly amongst themselves are dead silent, walking with perfectly straight backs and zipped mouths. The princess notices a few pitying looks tossed her way and something cold settles in her stomach.

What’s going on?

Wonho knocks on the throne room’s closed doors. They are ever so carefully opened a few moments later and Wonho leads YN into the grand room.

Her father sits on the throne, a smaller one empty next to him. It always makes YN sad to see her father by himself. The Queen passed away only a year ago and was her father’s closest friend. The late Queen was kind to everyone, even YN’s mother - a poor girl her father discovered in one of his hunting trips. Apparently, YN’s father was so taken with her mother that he simply had to add her to his harem and rarely visited any of his other concubines afterward. But it didn’t last long - YN’s mother died shortly after her birth. Everyone says that she left YN her ethereal beauty, a fact that led YN to being hidden away in the castle for the majority of her life.

“You’re the most valuable diamond in all of Ameris,” her father told her once, “It’s important that few people know of your existence.”

It had saddened YN when she was younger that she could not attend the lavish parties and balls like her elder sisters and brother, but she came not to mind once Wonho came into her life. It mattered not if other people thought she was beautiful - as long as Wonho desired her, that was more than enough.

Standing to her father’s side is YN’s brother. The jolly air that had surrounded him mere hours ago is gone completely now. He looks furious, an expression YN has rarely seen on his face. He’s looking at a man who stands before the throne, a crown placed perfectly on his head.

Visiting nobility? 

The man turns as the click of YN’s heels sounds out against the marble flooring. YN’s step falters as a large, nearly terrifying grin spreads across his face. He is incredibly handsome, but the smile on his face does nothing but creepy the princess out.

“There she is,” he says, quickly extending his hand towards her.

YN, uncertain, looks at her father who gives her a stiff nod. Hesitantly, YN places her hand in the stranger’s grasp, making sure to school her expression as he places a cold kiss that lingers too long against her gloved hand. The princess has never been more glad to be wearing gloves.

“And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” YN asks, careful to watch her throne. 

“King Seokjin Moonbyss, your highness. I must say, the rumors of your beauty do you no justice. You’re much more radiant in person.”

YN’s blood freezes in her veins. This cannot mean anything good.

“Thank you,” YN says, a slight tremble in her voice.

The man has still not released her hand.

“YN,” her father says, giving her an excuse to look away from this man - no, this monster - beside her, “King Seokjin has asked for your hand.”

YN barely squashes the shout of protest that so desperately wants to escape her throat. There’s no way this can be happening! No way! Her eldest brother is just three years shy of taking the throne, three years more of having to tiptoe around with Wonho. No way she can get married, especially to someone from so far away.

“Excuse me,” Wonho says, speaking up from his place behind YN, “I thought King Seokjin was already married.”

Relief flows through YN. If Seokjin is already married, then surely this is an error.

“She failed to provide me with a male heir, so I had her disposed of,” King Seokjin says simply, glaring at Wonho, “Do not question me again.”

There is not a trace of remorse in his voice at all, nothing but anger.

YN begins to tremble.

“Father -” she begins.

“King Seokjin has made us an offer I cannot refuse,” he says, cutting her off, “And besides, YN, you’ll be able to be Queen. You never would have had that opportunity here.”

YN’s father would normally never make this sort of decision, especially not for the daughter he tried so hard to keep hidden.

“Of course, sweet YN,” King Seokjin says, “You are free to reject my offer if you so desire. I would, however, be forced to declare war on Ameris. After all, this country is the most resource rich of all the lands. It’s a shame. It would have been so much nicer to make a positive connection with this beautiful country. I wonder how much of its splendor will be left once my troops march through it.”

The threat is crystal clear. YN has to marry this King or her country will suffer for it. YN glances at her father and brother, seeing the fear that’s in their eyes. Ameris is much too small to fight Moonbyss and win, especially since the eastern country has been gaining a lot of territory very rapidly. YN swallows. In a matter of hours, her perfect daydream has been shattered.

“I would be honored to marry you, King Seokjin,” YN says, trying her hardest not to cry.

She can release her tears once she’s in the safety of her own chambers. She cannot show any weakness in front of this man.

“Beautiful and smart,” King Seokjin says, “It will be my honor to have you as my bride. After all, the most handsome man in all the world deserves the most beautiful bride of them all.”

YN never really thought much of her beauty. She’s always heard it was a blessing, the only one her mother ever left her, but right now it feels like a curse. 

“I pray that you’ll join me for dinner this evening, my betrothed,” King Seokjin says.

“I would love to,” YN says even though the thought of having to spend even a single moment more in this man’s presence makes her want to hurl.

“You best retire to your quarters, my love. Your father and I have much to discuss before this evening. I’ll send someone for you when I’m ready.”

The dismissal is clear. YN turns swiftly and leaves the room, Wonho following closely behind her. She walks much too fast to be considered ladylike, but she does not give a damn, wanting to be as far away from the throne room as possible. 

“YN, wait!” Wonho calls out to her.

He grasps her wrist, uncaring of who will see, and pulls her to his chest. As soon as the warmth of him touches her, YN loses all composure, breaking down and sobbing into his pristine uniform.

“Wonho,” she cries out, grasping him as close as she can, her fingers creasing the silk he wears, “I don’t want to be Queen! I want to marry you!”

YN feels something wet fall against her head. Based on the way his shoulders shake, Wonho is also crying. She hasn’t seen him shed a tear since one of his best friends was murdered on a mission.

“What are we going to do?” YN asks into his chest, her voice muffled, “I don’t think I can bear being apart from you, especially with someone as cruel as the King!”

“We’ll figure something out, YN, I promise,” Wonho says, pulling away just enough to give YN a salty kiss.

“At least once more,” YN says once their lips part, “I must have you at least once more.”

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Wonho says, pulling her along to her chambers.

The two fall into the sheets, both knowing that this is the last time despite desperately wanting to spend eternity together.

On the other side of the castle, Irene makes her way through the hallways, stopping at a grand door and knocking three times. No one answers, so she swings it open, prepared to wait for as long as it takes. 

Maybe half an hour later, King Seokjin opens the door, looking quite pleased with himself. He doesn’t greet Irene, instead instantly walking over to her and pinning her against the wall, his lips meeting hers passionately. Irene barely has any time to catch her breath, but she doesn’t mind at all, too enamored with this man she knows is only using her.

When he was only a prince, Seokjin was infamous for being a womanizer. All too often, he lured servants and noble girls alike into his chambers, whispering promises and pressing kisses against their skin only to leave them abandoned like trash when he grew bored of them. Irene was one of those servant girls, but Seokjin has kept her around for longer than most. A part of Irene is convinced it’s because she’s special to him, but she knows it’s really not true.

Seokjin has been obsessed with YN, the secret twelfth princess of Ameris for five years now. Ever since he spotted her while visiting Ameris with his late father, he wanted her - needed her. After all, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, trying as he might to find another. His late wife was incredibly beautiful as well, but she didn’t compare to YN. No one else was worthy of her but him. It was YN that drove him to murder his own father and take the throne before he was supposed to. After all, Seokjin has never been a patient man.

Seokjin pulls away from Irene, looking unbothered as ever.

“No good,” he says, “Simply imagining that you’re YN does nothing. I’m tired of waiting.”

His words sting Irene’s heart. She tries not to be bitter, but jealousy is a powerful emotion, one that overshadows the genuine affection she feels for princess YN.

“Well,” the King asks her, “Who is it? The one YN claims to be in love with.”

The King rolls his eyes, gripping his fists tightly. How dare YN love another when he’s already claimed her.

“It’s Wonho,” Irene says, pushing down her feelings, “the guard that accompanied her today.”

“A guard huh? How dare he think he deserves someone as beautiful as YN!” he says, furious.

Seokjin is terrifying when he’s angry. Irene tenses, preparing for the worst. Instead of gripping her hair and tossing her to the floor like he usually does, Seokjin grabs a decorative vase and tosses it against the ground, watching as it shatters into a million pieces.

“You didn’t strike me,” Irene says, shocked.

“I have been practicing,” the King says, “After all, it would be a shame to make a single mark on YN’s perfect body.”

Much too soon, Irene is knocking on YN’s private chamber door.

“Your majesty,” she calls out softly, “Your betrothed has requested your presence.”

YN rolls over to Wonho, tears in her eyes. He blinks them away, wanting to remember this moment clearly.

“One moment,” YN calls out, listening as Irene walks away.

“Run away with me,” YN pleads, her voice desperate.

“You know we can’t,” Wonho says, his eyes sad.

“Yes we can!” YN insists, “You know this country better than anyone. We can get up right now and flee and -”

“YN,” Wonho says, “What about the country? You know we’ll be forced to go to war if you disappear.”

YN sniffles.

“I don’t think I can live without you,” YN confessed, “And if I can, I don’t want to find out.”

Wonho is silent for a moment before he sits up, an idea in his mind.

“What? What is it?” YN asks him.

“What if you didn’t?”

“What?”

“What if you didn’t have to live without me? I’ve heard rumors amongst the staff of a poison you can take that will put you in a deep slumber for a fortnight. If some was mixed into your dinner tonight, it can seem that you’ve been poisoned and passed away. Then when you awake, you and I can disappear together.”

YN brightens. Even though being unconscious for a fortnight doesn’t sound pleasant, anything will be better than having to marry KIng Seokjin. Besides, she trusts Wonho with her life.

“Okay,” YN says, agreeing right away.

“Are you sure, YN?” Wonho asks her, “You will end up getting rather sick for a few days before the slumber.”

YN nods eagerly.

“Yes, anything,” she says.

“Very well.”

Wonho hops out of bed, pulling on his clothes as quickly as he possibly can.

“I’ll get everything ready. YN, go to dinner with the king, alright? I won’t be able to see you after this so as not to arouse suspicion. I love you, princess.”

He leans down to kiss her.

“I love you more,” YN says, watching as Wonho slips out of a glass door and into the gardens.

Unbeknownst to the lovers, King Seokjin is outside the door, his ear pressed against it to hear everything. He had come to escort his beloved like a sweet fiance would, only to hear his to be wife scheming to get away from him.

He’s never been so angry, but he suppressed it, not wanting to let YN know that he’s been here. He grabs Irene by the arm roughly and leads her out into the hallway, bending over to whisper in her ear.

“Make sure to add enough of the poison to YN’s food to keep her under for longer than a fortnight. Put as much of it in as you can without bringing her to the brink of death.”

“Are you sure your -”

Irene’s question is cut off when he backhands her, one of his elegant rings drawing blood.

“Do NOT question me!” he says, “Do as I order!”

Irene rushes off to do as the King says, tears brimming in her eyes. She’s never regretted being Seokjin’s spy until now, too blinded by love. She should have warned YN, should have helped her disappear with Wonho - someone Irene knows truly loves the princess. King Seokjin is just obsessed with her beauty and determined to own her like she’s some sort of object to be bought and sold.

Peeking around the corner, Irene sees Wonho pouring a liquid into the soup bowl meant for the princess. When he leaves and when the coast is clear, Irene snatches the vial from the counter and empties the rest of it into other dishes reserved for the princess before refilling the vial with water and placing it back where Wonho left it.

“YN, I’m so sorry,” she whispers to herself before fleeing into the night, never to be heard from again.

At dinner, YN pretends not to notice the odd taste in her food. It’s obviously been tampered with, but YN doesn’t let it show at all, eating properly and conversing with King Seokjin as much as she can bear. YN misses the look of glee in his eye as he drinks from his goblet, still believing that everything is going to plan.

YN starts feeling ill once the final course comes around. She quickly asks to be excused and King Seokjin offers to walk her back to her room. YN accepts, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own with the  way the room begins to spin.

For the next three days and nights, YN is in and out of consciousness, the world swirling around her in a nauseating mix of bright colors and fuzzy shapes. When she closes her eyes at midnight of the third day, her thoughts are on Wonho and the fact that the next time she opens them, she’ll be free to be with him.

But YN does not wake up. Not for a fortnight, not ever. Seokjin, furious, intends to find Irene and hang her for murdering his beloved before realizing that she’s nowhere to be found. It’s easy enough to frame Wonho for her murder and a matter of hours after YN dies, Wonho follows her from the gallows.

At his request, YN is preserved and dressed in a wonderful white wedding gown, still looking very much alive. He marries her anyway and has her crowned, determined to have her even in death. She’s too beautiful to be buried underground, so he commissions a glass coffin to display her in, putting her corpse in his bedroom where no one else can see her. King Seokjin finds that he does not mind YN being dead. She’s much less bothersome in passing, much easier to fall to his will.

King Seokjin stands before her, placing his hand flat against the cool glass of her coffin. Even in death, YN is the fairest of them all.

[lunarmoonanons]

Chapter 33: All Good Things End

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It was nice to pretend to be a normal teenage for a while, but now it has to end. With the gaze of those terrifying green eyes, YN knew her and Daniel's time was up.

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“I found you…”

YN was frozen at the sight of the green haired boy in front of her, he was slightly shaking in an emotion YN couldn’t decipher. Joy? Anger? Excitement? Hatred? Maybe it was all the above. Daniel was standing next to the fountain, covering his ears in panic, glancing between Izuku and his sister. His eyes started to glaze over in gold.

“How did you find us? Why are you here? What did you think was going to happen?!” YN almost shouted, her fists clenched and starting to shake. Kirishima held his arm in front of YN in an attempt to shield her from Izuku.

“I followed Kirishima when I noticed he was sneaking around.” He took a step forward. “I’m here to take you home.” Step. “I know that I’m going to take you back one way or another. Both of you.”

“Back off Midoriya.” Kirishima stepped forward, activating his quirk.

“Stay out of this.” Izuku bit back. “She’s my sister. She’s mine.”

“I don’t fucking belong to you.” YN snarled.

As the three glared and practically circled each other, Daniel stood on the sidelines patting his palms against the sides of his head. He started to breathe in quick succession, his fingers curled into fists and those fingers started to shine in a gold tone. He couldn’t see anything in front of him as his eyes were covered by an opaque gold film.

“You’re not gonna hurt her Midoriya! You wanna fight someone! Then you fight me!” Ejirou shoved Izuku away from them.

“So you think you’ll be her hero here?! You’re nothing compared to her! You don’t know anything about her! I’m her brother, she’s mine! It’s time for you to come home YN, don’t make me call-” Izuku was cut off by YN.

“First of all, you know nothing about me! You just want to possess me! And I will never be yours, or your mom’s, or anyone’s!” YN snarled at him. “Are you mad?! You gonna call All Might?! Have him fight your battles again?!”

That seemed to make him mad, he lunged his hand over to grab her forearm. YN lurching forward from the sudden pulling forward action. Daniel’s head snapped toward the sound of his sister grunting in pain, his body shaking in anger. Emotions that he couldn’t control overtook him.

“Don’t touch my SISTER!!” Daniel shouted.

Suddenly the ground cracked under his feet, small cracks but they were radiating gold from them. With each heaving breath the boy took, the fountain seemed to shake as well. Several glass windows began to crack. It seemed like he was going to recreate the café incident tenfold. He almost did, had it not been for Aizawa showing up and activating his quirk to nullify the boy.

In the commotion of screaming, Izuku managed to get away before anyone could prove it was him who caused this and before he could see it was Aizawa who helped him. As the older man jumped down from where he was, shoving past several running people to get to them, YN turned to Ejirou.

“Go. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Before he could protest YN kissed his cheek and pushed him away. “I’ll find a way to you. Now go.”

He ran off, and YN turned back to see Aizawa carrying her passed out brother in his arms. The man did not look happy with her.

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Hours later

After tucking her brother down to sleep, YN went into the sitting area. Immediately met with the furious glare from the man, knowing that she was going to be hit with another lecture YN plopped down into the nearest chair. Crossing her arms and looking away from him, she prepared herself for it.

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me. You gave me reign to go outside, I was responsible and made sure Daniel was with me.” YN snarked.

“You didn’t feel the need to tell me that you were meeting up with my student, that you were discussing running off with him and your brother?” Aizawa stood up. “Not to mention the fact you clearly weren’t as in control of your brother as you made it out to be. You were right there, and you didn’t stop yourself from falling prey to your own emotions escalating Daniel’s fear. It’s a miracle I was able to convince the cops I had it under control.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Oh I’m so grateful you got to play hero. My pathetic little quirkless self grovels at your feet. My savior.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

“I’m getting really tired of your tone. I risked my ass to get you and your brother out of there with as little police involved, like you wanted. Now you’re going to just run off with your brother, who can’t control his quirk, and my student.” Aizawa glared at her. “He has a promising future as a hero and you want him to throw that away?!”

“I wanted to pretend to be a regular person for once! Why is that so much to ask for!” YN shouted back, jumping out of her chair. “I don’t want him to give up his future, but I don’t want to live here hiding for the rest of my life.”

“I am trying to keep you safe. If you can’t just cooperate with me, maybe there need to be more restrictions.”

“Maybe I just need to take my brother and go.” YN bit.

“I can’t let you do that. You clearly don’t know how to handle your brother’s quirk, and he would be a danger to others. I have a responsibility to keep people safe, and he can’t be around others. So you can either stay here and listen, or I can separate you two.” Aizawa stated, feeling guilty for the threat but he needed to make it clear.

YN screamed and shoved his chest, he barely budged. “You monster! You son of a bitch!” He only grabbed her wrists.

“Go to your room. We can discuss it later but for now, no going out for a bit and no seeing my students.”

YN ripped her wrists out of his hands and stomped over to the room where her brother was sitting on the bed, holding the laptop they still kept hidden. He looked at her in understanding, just like a few weeks ago. YN nodded her head at him, they were leaving tonight. YN knew the hero went out at at for his patrols, and he locked the door. So while she had been shouting at Aizawa, Daniel had snuck out to grab the hidden spare they had made.

“We leave. We’ll get in touch with Snow and find a way out.” YN sat across her brother, they both leaned forth and rested their foreheads together. Rubbing them together like two goat kids. “I won’t let anyone take and use you. I promise I’ll protect you.”

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Later

Izuku landed in a dark alleyway, pacing back and forth as he tugged at his hair. His sister was acting out, and now Kirishima was involved. Not to mention how he basically caused her- their brother to almost cause a catastrophe in public. How was he gonna tell mom? Tell All Might? As long as he posed a possibility of causing Daniel to lash out. He couldn’t take them together.

His racing mind was interrupted by a familiar figure stepping out of the shadows. Shigaraki.

“I know you’re hunting YN and Daniel. I’m hunting them too.”

“I’ll fight you if you even think about taking them.” Izuku got in a stance.

“I offer a truce not a fight. My sensei wants the boy, his power and his genes are important.” Shigaraki drawled and circled the younger boy. “I know you have a stronger… connection to the girl. So how about this? Next time they run off, and they will, I take the boy you take the girl. Together they are too much, but if I grab him and knock him out, she’ll be too distraught to fight.”

Izuku looked down and considered it. Deciding that maybe having YN would be enough for now, before he took down the villains and rescued Daniel, YN would be so grateful and wouldn’t fight him anymore.

“What do you say?” Shigaraki whispered, fully planning to one day betray him and steal her as well.

“Yes.”

[typical-simplelove]

The Start of Every Day - 40s Series (M. Barzal)

Summary: You and Mathew find a gazebo in a park at age 10, and Mathew deems it your place. Finding the gazebo is the start of years and years spent in the gazebo.

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A/n: Here's the next part!! This is one of my absolute favorites of this series, so I hope you enjoy it! Please, let me know what you thought. Thank you

Warnings: Mentions of War

Word Count: 3.1k

Age 10 - 1931

The first time you and Mathew found the gazebo was when you were both on a walk with your families. Every Sunday afternoon, your family and Mathew’s family always when for a walk around the neighborhood; however, this time, both families went a different route. Believing he was an explorer, Mathew ran ahead of his parents, and you were close behind. Ever since day one, you always followed Mathew close behind. Yours and his parents always said that it was because you loved him, but you always said that he loved him as just a friend. Nothing more. You were always following Mathew around when he was running, but he always followed you around when it came to everyone else. You were each other’s best friends and inspirations. You both were inseparable and couldn’t imagine a life without the other.

You paused for a moment to catch your breath and called out to Mathew to wait for you. He didn’t hear you at first, but when he looked behind him to flash you his signature grin, Mathew noticed you were a bit behind him and frowned. He didn’t want you to exert too much pressure on yourself, so he turned around and walked to where you were catching your breath. Even at age 10, Mathew was always looking out for you.

“Are you okay?” Mathew asks concerned. You flash him a smile with a thumbs up, and Mathew swears he felt his heart skip a beat. He later asked his mom about it, but she just smiled at Mathew.

“Just walk instead of run?” you ask.

Mathew nods. “Of course.”

When you deem that you’re ready to get walking again, you begin walking again. Mathew takes his sweaty hand in yours as you both walk. You were about to ask why he took your hand when Mathew’s mother called out to the two of you.

“Children, go into the park,” she calls. You both cross the street and walk into the park. You sit on a bench as you wait for your parents to rejoin you two. For the first time, Mathew releases your hand. When he released your hand, you felt sad that he no longer wanted to hold your hand. This was the first time you realized that you always wanted Mathew to be holding you, but you thought, at the time, you just wanted to play pretend married couple with Mathew.

“What’s that?” Mathew asks looking up. You follow his gaze.

“Not sure,” you reply.

“It’s a gazebo,” your mother answers from behind you. “Go ahead, go check it out.”

You and Mathew get up from the bench and go to the gazebo. You both walk to the center of the gazebo and look up at the top of it.

“It’s tall,” Mathew says.

You giggle, and Mathew smiles at you. He always did love your smile and giggle. “That’s all you have to say? Look at the designs on it, though, isn’t it pretty?”

“What do people do in a gazebo?” Mathew asks curiously. He turned to see if his parents were around to answer, but they were at the park playing with his sister and your siblings.

“I’m not sure, but isn’t this a great place to dance? I wonder if people get married on gazebos.”

“I wonder,” Mathew says and looks at you. Did you want to dance with him because he wanted to dance with you. “Hey, yn?”

“Yes, Mathew?”

“How about this is our place?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is where we go when we’re upset or sad. A place for you and me,” Mathew answers. All his friends had secret places and hideouts with each other, but Mathew wanted a secret place with you and only you.

“Our parents know about this place, silly.”

“A secret place for just you and me. A place hidden from our friends.”

You ponder the idea for a moment. “Okay, I like it.”

From that day forward, you and Mathew would always escape to the gazebo in the park down the street to play and hang out with each other.

Age 13 - 1934

“Hey, yn, are you okay?” Mathew asks. He walks up the steps of the gazebo and sees you sitting in a corner curled into a ball.

“Yes,” you say through sniffles.

“No, you’re not,” Mathew says and walks over to you. He places his arms around you and begins to stroke your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“My grandmother died.”

“Oh, Yn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

You look up for the first time and look into Mathew’s hazel eyes. His eyes always did seem to calm you down. “It’s okay. How did you know where to find me?”

“Your mother said that you walked out saying you were going for a walk. I figured you were going to our spot.”

You smile. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me; this is what best friends are for.”

Mathew held you that afternoon as you cried and recounted memories of your grandmother. At the end of the day, you knew that Mathew was there for you. Would he always be there for you?

Age 16 - 1937

“Miss Yn Yln, what are you doing here instead of at the dance?” Mathew calls to you. He’s standing on the steps of the gazebo with one hand on one of the beams. He’s wearing a suit you knew he was probably wearing.

You turn around and look at Mathew. “Didn’t feel like going. Don’t you have a date?”

“Don’t change the subject, and yes, I did.”

“Why aren’t you with her?”

“Because Yn, my best friend isn’t at our dance even though she said she’d be there.”

“Mathew,” you begin but stop yourself. What were you supposed to say? You told Mathew you’d be going, but it hurt to see him dancing with someone else when you wanted him to dance with you.

“Yn,” he says to you with a smile that made your heart melt. “It doesn’t matter if I have a date if the one person I want to dance with isn’t going.”

You snap your head up at Mathew’s words. “What?”

“Dance with me?” Mathew asks. He didn’t give you the opportunity to think about it or answer because he wraps one arm around your waist and takes your hand in his other hand. You wrap one arm around his middle and sway with him. “Do you remember what you said to me when we first found this place?”

“No, I don’t,” you whisper. Could Mathew hear your heart beating through your chest?

“You said that this gazebo is probably a great place to dance. Guess what my next thought was.”

You laugh quietly. “Mathew, how am I supposed to know what you were thinking?”

Mathew’s face grows serious. “I was thinking of asking you if you wanted to dance, but I got too chicken and didn’t ask.”

“Oh,” you say in a tone just barely audible. “Mathew —”

“I’m in love with you, and I think I’ve always been in love with you,” Mathew whispers. You look up at his words trying to see if he was being serious or not. When you see the glint of worry in his eyes, you know he’s telling the truth.

“I didn’t go to the dance even though I dressed up and told you I’d be going because I’m in love with you, too.”

Mathew breaks out into a large smile. “So, I can kiss you?”

“Yes, you can kiss me,” you tell him matching his smile and close the space between you two. This was truly the start of every day of your life.

Age 19 - 1940

Your head was resting on Mathew’s chest with your arms wrapped around his neck. His head was rest on the top of yours with his hands wrapped around your waist. You were swaying to a tune you couldn’t hear but knew in your hearts. You both held each other tightly as if it were the last time. It might as well have been. Mathew was back home for five days before he shipped out to the Pacific. Tonight was his last night. You both escaped early for his goodbye dinner to go to the one place that held comfort for the both of you — the gazebo.

Mathew placed a kiss on the top of your head and whispered, “it’ll all be okay.”

Instantly, the tears began to flow from your eyes. What you were supposed to tell someone who was about to ship overseas? What were you supposed to say to someone you loved on what might be the last time you seem them? You didn’t know what to say. You lift your head and look at Mathew. He removes one hand from your waist and wipes the tears from your cheeks.

“Mathew —” you being but stop. You didn’t know what to say to him. He looks at you expectantly waiting for you to continue. Instead, though, you cry harder.

“Hey, hey, shhh,” Mathew wraps his arms around you tightly. You feel wetness on your forehead and look up to see Mathew crying, too. You move your hands to his face and wipe his tears away. You cup his cheeks and stroked him softly.

“I have no idea what to say to you, so I’m just going to tell you what I know, okay? I know I love you more than anything or anyone in the world, that will never change. I’m going to miss you so much, and I’m going to be so worried about you until I get to have you in my arms again, so don’t ask me not to worry about you. I have no idea what I’m going to do, but I’m going to be strong and brave for you because you have the hard part. I get to stay home while you go overseas. Just know, Mathew, I love you, and that’s not ever going to change.”

“I love you, too,” Mathew says quietly. “I’m so worried that I’m never going to see you again.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, okay? Let’s just have one more night together without worrying about anything. If anything can survive the war, it’s the love we have for each other, okay?”

Mathew nods. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you place a kiss on Mathew’s cheek and return your head to rest back on his chest. You both continued to sway to the silent song and held each other as your minds wondered if this was the last time you’d be holding each other.

Age 24 - 1945

“Mathew?” you call out. He came home from war just today, but you haven’t had the chance to see him, yet. You were at work and couldn’t see Mathew yet. You went to the Barzal house hoping to see Mathew, but instead, you were met with his mother handing you a note for you to meet Mathew at the gazebo.

You walk up the steps of the gazebo and look around for Mathew. Where was he?

“Yn,” Mathew calls from behind you. He‘s wearing his Navy blues and looks as handsome as ever. You turn around and run into Mathew’s arms. You hold him tightly as he holds you just as tightly and strokes your back.

“You’re home!” you say to Mathew as you look at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, well, the war’s over. Come on, you owe me a dance.

“I don’t think I owe you a dance, but I don’t mind a dance.” You and Mathew walk to the center of the gazebo and face each other. You wrap your arms around Mathew’s neck and rest them on his shoulders as he wraps his arms around your waist. You both begin to sway to the silent song for a few moments when Mathew takes your hand in his and spins you. “I love you, Mathew.”

Mathew smiles. “You have no idea how many times I dreamed of you saying that to me. I love you, too.”

You lean your head up to Mathew’s and place a kiss on his lips softly. You let your lips sit on his after the kiss is over just relishing in the touch and the feeling. You pull away but instantly go in for another kiss. This time, you both deepen the kiss signaling the longing you both felt for the past five years. Mathew pulls away with a nervous smile on his face. “I have something for you.”

“What is it?” you ask.

“Close your eyes first,” Mathew instructs, and you do as he asks. “Open.”

You gasp when you see what’s in front of you. Mathew is down on one knee with a small box, opened, in his hand. “Mathew.”

“Yn, I probably should have proposed before we left, but better late than never, right? Yn, I’ve been in love with you since we were children. I think I finally began to realize when we were ten right here on this gazebo when you said how it must be so lovely to get married right here. Yn, I’ve loved you forever, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Of course I’ll marry you, Mathew,” you tell him. Mathew smiles and stands. He slips the ring onto your finger and places a kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, yn, forever and ever and always.”

You and Mathew danced on the gazebo together for the millionth time but the first time as an engaged couple. The first time your forever is sealed.

Age 25 - 1946

“Hey, want to go for a walk?” Mathew mumbles into your ear.

“But I’m wearing my wedding dress, still,” you reply. You were sitting on Mathew’s lap with his arms around you as your wedding reception was coming to a close. The only people still there were your family, Mathew’s family, some of your close friends, and some of Mathew’s close friends he made while in the army.

“That’s what makes what I want to do so much more exciting.”

“Think they’ll miss us?”

“No, of course not. Everyone’s enthralled by Anders’ daughter and Anthony’s son.”

You turn your head and look at your husband. “Mathew, we are celebrating our marriage. Maybe we should stay.”

“Oh, come on. Let’s head to the gazebo for old time’s sake. What do you say?”

You pretend to ponder it. “Sure, why not?”

You get up slowly and place your hand in Mathew’s. You’re both able to escape without anyone noticing, and you’re walking to the gazebo. You make sure that your dress doesn’t snag or get caught on anything because you’re hoping to save it for your future daughter or granddaughter one day. You both step onto the platform of the gazebo, and you drop the hem of your dress. You place one hand around Mathew’s neck and put one hand in Mathew’s hand. He wraps his other hand around your waist, and you begin to dance.

The only sounds that can be heard are the hem of your dress colliding with the boards of the gazebo. Mathew begins to place kisses on your face and forehead as you continue to dance.

“Think, one day, we’ll bring our own children out here,” you say quietly.

“Already thinking about kids now?” Mathew teases.

The heat rises to your face. “That is the next step, right?”

He places a kiss on your cheek. “I know. Just teasing.”

You place a soft kiss on Mathew’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mrs. Barzal.”

Age 31 - 1952

“Momma, where are we going?” Catherine, your five-year-old daughter, asks.

“Just wait, sweetheart,” you tell her.

“Momma, my feet hurt, are we there yet?” Jacob, your three-year-old son, asks.

“Just a few more seconds, okay?”

“Look, there’s a park, momma,” Catherine pesters.

“That’s where we’re going,” Mathew speaks as he’s holding your one-and-a-half-year-old son, Liam.

“We’re going to the park?” Jacob asks excitedly.

“Kind of,” you reply.

“Momma, please don’t be mysterious,” Catherine asks. You stifle a giggle because she doesn’t quite have the capacity to say “mysterious” yet, but she’s trying.

“We’re here,” Mathew says as the five of you approach the base of the gazebo. “Go ahead, you guys, walk up.”

Catherine and Jacob step up onto the gazebo, and Mathew helps you up the stairs as you’re pregnant with your fourth child. He places Liam on the gazebo, so Liam can toddle around with his siblings. Mathew stands behind you and wraps his arms around your six-month pregnant stomach. He places kisses on your cheek as you both watch your three kids explore the place that has a prominent fixture in your lives.

“Momma, what is this place?” Catherine asks.

“Yeah, Momma, what is this place?” Jacob echos. Liam babbles along, too.

“Why don’t you ever ask Daddy any questions?” Mathew asks. He isn’t sure if he should be upset because he knows you’re a great mom and that your children do favor you.

Your three children just stare at their dad blankly, including Liam, and you break out into giggles.

“Let’s not be mean to Daddy,” you say. “Do you want me to tell you what this place is?”

Catherine and Jacob nod and Liam walks over to his dad to get held.

“This is a gazebo. Your dad and I found this place for the first time when we were ten. Daddy kissed me here for the first time when we were sixteen. He also proposed to me here, and we danced here on the night we got married. We’ve decided to finally bring you three here for the first time.”

Catherine walks over to you and places her small hands on your bump. “Why didn’t you wait until the new baby came?”

“Because we wanted to share this with you, and when the new baby comes, we will definitely be coming back.”

“We’re going to be coming back more and more, so don’t worry,” Mathew says. “Do you want to go to the park?”

Your children cheer, and Catherine and Jacob run to the swing set. You and Mathew follow closely behind with you waddling on, and Mathew holding Liam. “I love you and this family we have.”

You look at your husband and smile. “I love you and our family, too.”

“I can’t wait to meet the new one.”

“Me too.”

Your family of five spend the day at the park on the swing sets. Your children didn’t see the meaning of the gazebo to you and Mathew, but one day, you hoped they did because finding the gazebo was the start of yours and Mathew’s every day.

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[alloftheimaginess]

Can you do a supernatural cast series where you’re the wife and you do different interviews, like the videos on YouTube like Ad or thirst tweets or just answering fan questions whatever plz. If you have questions just message me and I’ll try to explain it further

Lol sorry it’s been like four months so don’t hate me but it’s been hard work juggling trying to write, school and work so sorry. I think it sucks but hopefully you’ll like it and I’ll be tagging the other parts in this one

Burning Fan Questions

Other parts

Alexander Calvert

Misha Collins

Jensen Ackles

"Hi I'm Yn Padalecki and I will be answer the fans burning questions about my life" I say smiling at the camera as I grab the bucket that's full of questions.

"I'm super nervous for this because before I got here Jared double dog dared me to answer literally every single question so I can't use my skip button" I say and the crew behind the camera laughs.

"Please for the love of god let their be questions to embarrass Jared more than me so he can eat it" I say giggling.

"First question" I say grabbing a folded up piece of paper from out the bucket.

"Who is the rudest celebrity that you've ever had the chance of meeting?" I read and I laugh.

"Oh that's a lot of them, there's an unsurprising amount of rude celebrities who think that they own Hollywood" I say laughing.

"But enough stalling because I have to answer this question anyway, the rudest celebrity that I've ever met was Christian Bale, no offense but he was a total dick to literally everyone around him, on set, off of set just everywhere" I say digging around the bucket for another question.

"What scandals has your team had to cover up?" I read and I start laughing.

"Noooooo" I say laughing even harder because I know I have to tell them.

"Okay okay. When I was 23 I had first met Jared and we got caught you know doing the deed and then the pictures were about to go out and they had to buy all of them back for double of what they were going to get" I say laughing shaking the bucket up and grabbing another one out.

"Have you ever used your celebrity status to get something for free?" I read.

"One time when I was out my daughter, Harlow we were getting frozen yogurt and I left my credit card at the restaurant we were at before without realizing it and at the register she goes oh my god are you Jared from supernatural's wife and when I'm with my daughters I usually pretend like I'm not but I totally knew she was going to give us the yogurt for free so I was like yeah, and then I asked her how she was and she was like oh this is totally on the house" I say laughing.

"I eventually went back and tipped a massive tip because I didn't pay last time" I say.

I grab another one out and I put the bucket down opening it "how many kids do you actually want?" I read.

"Well I already have two now but I'm aiming for at least five" I say laughing.

"I have a big family I'm one of 9 so I've always wanted a big family but not as big as mine so four or five would be a perfect size family for me, I honestly have a enough love for a million but four or five is definitely good for me" I say grabbing another question.

"If we came to your house what would we find in your cabinets food wise?" I read laughing.

"What an interesting question" I say.

"Everyone in the Padalecki household has their own cabinets because they are huge smackers. Harlow's is filled with the stuff she likes such as teddy Grahams, fruit roll ups, dried Cranberries, jolly ranchers stuff like that. Mine is filled with little cakes, gushers, banana chips which I swear by, peanuts, popcorn and Jared's, he has tons of candy, he is absolutely in love with white chocolate macadamia cookies and he always has those in his stash and Kiernan she's still on baby food so she's fully stocked on that" I say grabbing another question out.

"If you had to marry anyone that has starred along side your husband in his show supernatural who would it be?" I read.

"Oh hmm" I say laughing.

"Okay, Jensen is like Jared's best friend but I'm way closer to Misha so I'd definitely have to say Misha but no offense to his wife because I'd totally marry her as well or maybe even Rob, I love that man to pieces, he's a really good friend but then there's Rich, no offense to his wife Jaci but Rich and I have the best dance off's so that would be something to look forward to" I say laughing as I grab another question.

"If you woke up in Jared's body and had to stay in it for a day what would you do?" I say laughing.

"Easy, I'd leave myself little notes with plans for tomorrow so when I switch back he'll have to go through with them and we could have a perfectly planned out day because I planned it" I say laughing.

"If you go out to dinner with your non-famous friends, do you all still split the bill or do you pay?" I read.

"It depends really, my childhood friends don't like for me to pay for their stuff so we'll all split the bill but if I'm the one inviting everyone out then I'll pay before hand because then it'll be a lot of work trying to break it up" I say grabbing another question.

"What's one thing that Jared does that absolutely pisses you off?" I read cracking up.

"Breathes" I say smiling at the camera.

"I'm just kidding" I say laughing.

"When I'm super busy and like concentrating on my work he'll come over and innocently wrap his arms around me but then when I'm not paying him enough attention he'll start softly biting me and while I'm trying to work that can be so annoying" I say.

"What was the worst rumor that has been spread about you?" I read.

"I've had some pretty bad ones that I like to pretend didn't happen because they were literally so outrageous but I guess the worst one was that I was cheating on Jared. A few years back Harlow and I flew to my hometown for a few weeks and we spent Halloween out there and my twin sister and I dressed up as Sally from nightmare before Christmas because we've always done matching costumes whenever we're with each other and I posted a selfie on Instagram so everyone knew what I looked like but no one knew my twin sister was dressed identical to me and she took Harlow around with her now husband while I helped my parents be set up for the party and the paparazzi caught them together while they shared a kiss and while Eric played with Harlow and she was giggling and they put the photos on the front of the magazine and I was getting so much hate before I even knew what was going on and I was getting calls from our friends and they were asking me like how I could do that and then I had to go and post my pictures with my sister and write this long ass message about it and it was super bad" I say moving on.

"Who do you look up to the most, and what qualities do you love about that person?" I read.

"My grandma, she pretty much raised me. My parents weren't around often so I had to live with her for like 5 years, me and all of my siblings" I say digging in the bucket.

"But the qualities that I love about her is one, the fact that she is the strongest person I've had the honor of meeting" I say holding up one finger.

"Two, her boldness is like unbelievable. I took her to the oscars and she started flirting with The Rock and that's when I realized my grandma was my hero" I say laughing and I pull another question out.

"What's something you did as a child that no one knows about outside of your family?" I read.

"For two years I only spoke in a British accent, I had everyone confused at school because I never broke" I say laughing.

"How often do you and Jared have sex?" I read burying my face.

"No, I'm not going to be embarrassed. Sex is a normal thing, it brings about joy, relaxation, sometimes accidental pregnancies" I say laughing.

"But back to the question, I don't know. He's gone for like nine months out of the year but if he has a three day weekend or whatever then we'll spend a night together but when he's home in the three months he's off of filming it's literally whenever the kids are gone if even just for 20 minutes. We try to keep it as normal as possible" I say laughing.

"What's the last text conversation you had?" I read pulling out my phone and I laugh.

"I texted Robert about his new Batman movie because it was announced the other day and I just seen it this morning so I had to quickly congratulate him and he tells me that while I'm super late he still appreciates it and won't hold anything against me when it's time to hand out movie tickets and I said I'd never forgot about you shiny and he sent the middle finger emoji" I say laughing.

"What are your pet names that you and Jared have for each other?" I read.

"Ha, finally a question that he'd normally not talk about but I was dared so I call him Bubba or bubs" I say laughing.

"Literally it's how he's saved in my phone and he thinks it's so embarrassing" I say pulling my phone out and showing his contact name and photo.

"He's Bubba and he calls me a lot of different things but the one he always goes back to is beautiful or baby" I say smiling at the camera.

“Do your siblings and Jared get along?” I read and I laugh sighing.

“Like I mentioned earlier I’m one of nine so that’s eight siblings and then all of my siblings are older than me. I’m the baby and they are all married so my older brother and his husband love Jared and Jared loves them, we’re actually both of their kids godparents but then with my third oldest sister she doesn’t like me so she doesn’t like Jared by default you know” I say grabbing another question.

“Okay this is a question I have to know how often you do and Jared shower together?” I read laughing.

“Do you have to know that?” I ask laughing harder.

“Sorry to let you down but we don’t really, we’ll not anymore with kids it’s best one of us is out the shower while the other one quickly showers because we can’t leave them along for too long” I say knowing that my answer is not what they were expecting.

“But before kids it’s was an every morning thing we did together before heading out for our different business or whatever we had to do that day” I say.

“Did you have an oh shit moment at your wedding, and if so what was it?” I read and I nod.

“Yeah actually I did. But it’s been so long since we got married that I actually forgot until I read this question. My brother bless his poor heart showed up drunk like he was pregaming our wedding and the security didn’t know he was my brother so they were like kicking him out and my sister runs in like “oh my god Yn, the security just kicked Kalin out” so I’m like half dressed and I go down to try to figure out what the hell is happening and then I meet up with him and he throws up all over me like I’m talking full body covered and the make up artist just left and I had to shower and call her back so she could come fix my face and it was very traumatizing because it was so gross” I say laughing.

“But the whole wedding was beautiful and he didn’t drink at all” I say.

“If you had to pick a song from the late 10’s-2020 to be you and Jared’s couple song what would you pick?” I read and I awe.

“That’s a cute question. I guess I’d have to say Flicker by Niall Horan, we danced together to that song when Alex Calvert and his wife got married and it literally felt so magical and now whenever I hear it, it takes me back to a happy place and I just think about slow dancing with my best friend and husband” I say smiling.

“Do you and all the wives of the supernatural cast get along?” I read and I quickly nod.

“Those girls are some of my best friends, they know what it’s like to have a family and their husband work on supernatural so automatically we have something to bond over also with Alex’s wife she has a massive family so we often talk about the drama and problems that come along with it” I say laughing.

"Last one. What celebrity have you had beef with?" I read laughing.

"Daniel Radcliffe" I say quickly.

"But it was when we were younger filming the Harry Potter movies. We didn't like each other for like the first 4 movies" I say laughing.

"Our characters were close in the movie but on set we hated each other, I don't know why and I don't think he does either, I guess our energies just clashed but when we got to order of the Phoenix and we talked it out before we started filming and have been best friends in person ever since" I say laughing and tipping the bucket over.

"That was my last question. I'm Yn Padalecki and this has been answering fan questions. Thank you for watching and I hope you got a laugh out of at least some of these questions or you learned something you never thought you would learn about me" I say smiling at the camera

[wonunuu]

iris beauty ❀ | profiles i

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst, drama, comedy

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

mlist | profiles ii

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yn: ever since she lost her parents, she has been working ten times hard to make them proud but also for her own sake and independence. a university student majoring in biology and looking into becoming an anesthesiologist just like her parents were. likes to keep her circle small and close.

mina: very close friend of yn for many years; basically like a sister. takes classes online as she dropped out of in person learn after the first year of college due to heavy criticism about her facial features. the constant stigma she has suffered through traumatized her from really interacting with people other than joshua and yn.

joshua: very charming guy who's basically friends with everyone. really cherish both yn and mina close to his heart. kinda biased between one of them because he caught some feels, but still loves both nonetheless. goes to a different university.

seungkwan, chan, vernon: the crack trio that keeps yn outta the clouds. constantly dragging down each other but nonetheless support and love one another. truly a trio you wanna have in your life.

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a/n: i HATE that i included atla here... im just- i don't know why okay 🤧 also, the profiles r shit ik, just don't look at them

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[theglitterypages]

Title: Karasuno's Muse

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 900+

••••••

“My sister will come and pick up the idiots, you should go with us tonight so you can be comfortable in the bus.”

You shook your head at Tanaka with a smile, “I have to fix some things too and 'll tutor them for some time.” you and Yachi will be the next manager of Karasuno and as a manager you want to support them as long as you can.

Since Kageyama and Hinata failed both of their tests, they wouldn't be able to go to Tokyo with the other players but Tanaka asked his sister to pick them up so you've decided to stay until their tests are done just to make sure they would do well.

•••

“So you will be the manager huh?” Saeko, Tanaka's gorgeous sister is standing beside you as you two wait for Hinata and Kageyama. “Yachi and I will be the manager, we need to join forces to keep control of these wild crows. I'm surprised Kiyoko-san was able to handle them alone.” it's impressive how someone like Kiyoko who appears to be demure can handle the idiots.

They're all wild, especially Tanaka and Noya whose hobby is to simp for Kiyoko, it must've been a little annoying for her but she's doing great.

“Oh well, looks like they're already here.”

•••••

“I already Miss Y/N, she loved those idiots so much and chose them over us.” Nishinoya growled after drinking his water, Tanaka laughed and pat his friend's back with a smirk.

“Because she's doing her best as their manager.”

Nishinoya was about to respond but he heard a voice nearby.

“Who's that chic?” Bokuto asked out loud.

You were behind Hinata and Kageyama, because you're checking your stuffs if you left anything at home, the two already forgot about you because they're so excited to meet their teammates and play.

“All right you two you managed to stay alive despite of my sister's crazy driving skills—Hinata?”

You appeared behind Hinata just to see him trembling, Kageyama's eyes widened and he stepped backwards.

“D-Don't tell me—”

Hinata suddenly puked and you gasped in shock, you immediately grabbed his shirt and pulled him away from his vomit, you took out some wet wipes on your sling bag and wiped his mouth, “OH MY GOD SHOYO, ARE YOU OKAY?” Hinata's face was pale and he couldn't respond, everyone is panicking to find the mop especially the guy who looks like an owl.

You told Hinata to wash his mouth and you gave him some water to drink when he came back beside you, you caress his back and ran your hands through his hair before wiping away some sweats in his face.

“SHOYO I'M JEALOUS! I WANT TO VOMIT TOO!” Nishinoya's voice boomed throughout the whole place and everyone's eyes is now on you especially Noya chose to jump towards your direction and sat beside you.

Bokuto looked at Kuro with a frown, “How come they have three pretty managers? That's unfair.” Kuro smirked and looked towards you, when your eyes met him you immediately look away, the man looks intense and he's quite scary.

“How about you Y/N? Are you feeling okay?” Tanaka asked, he knew how crazy it could be inside his sister's car. He's not surprised that Hinata puked everything in his intestines.

Nishinoya looked at you with his sparkling eyes, “Do you want me to take care of you?” he blinked and you stepped backwards just to accidentally step on Daichi's foot.

The man didn't mind it, he was more worried for you.

“Did they give you a hard time?”

“How was your ride?”

“Y/N why are you always taking care of Kageyama and Shoyo? How about me?”

“Come and watch us play, I'll show you—”

“GIVE HER PEACE YOU IDIOTS!”

Sugawara's voice boomed. Everyone who kept on asking you suddenly step back, you smiled at Suga and walked towards him before hugging him, “Thanks SugaMomma.” you whispered and he laughed, when you pulled away you suddenly feel like something's coming and when you look back everyone's face darkened.

“Let us hug you too, Suga.”

“How dare you pretend like a sweet innocent boy just to lure my dear YN?”

Everyone was watching Karasuno's chaos, Some are mortified of how they can have those energy after playing. Bokuto laughed as he held onto his stomach and he elbowed Kuro.

“Looks like it's not easy to be Karasuno's muse.”

“She's cute.” Kuro replied with a smirk.

Kenma appeared behind Kuro and he looked at him with a bored look in his face,

“She's a first year, Kuro.”

“That makes it more lovely, Kenma.”

[pyox1]

A Team Effort - Liu Yangyang

When you learn from your teacher that the biggest project of the year will be a team effort, you can’t help but grow frustrated. Yet again, you’ll have to give double the efforts for an assignment that’ll be signed by two names that haven’t done anything close to equal work. You can’t help but be pleasantly surprised when you find out your partner is actually a fairly decent person.

Genre : Stranger to lover au, fluff

Pairing : Liu Yangyang x reader

Word Count : 3,2k

This goes out for the anon that requested a stranger to lover au with a shy yangyang confessing. Hope you like it <33

It had all started when you had been assigned to a project with a name you weren't familiar with. Your teacher had decided on making the biggest project of the year a team effort, which you found to be ridiculous. Your grades were something you were proud of; not like the usual student that attended your school. Even if you were in enriched classes, the vast majority of the class couldn't care less about their academic performance. All from rich families with contacts in almost every field, they didn't have to worry about studying, knowing their dream job was already waiting for them.

When your name had been called after the one of Liu Yangyang, you were everything but happy. You wanted nothing more than to be able to work by yourself, without having to constantly drag someone behind you, only to get a passing grade.

Not knowing much about the boy, you had been reluctant to meet up with him. You could already imagine how your first meeting would look like. Awkward silences followed by ideas the both of you wouldn’t agree on, and even more awkward silences. You had already come to the conclusion that you would have to do the work on your own.

Surprisingly, it had gone well. He had arrived ten minutes earlier than planned, with arms full of notebooks. You clearly remembered how he approached you with a warm smile since you were expecting the complete opposite.

"(Yn), right?" He asked, to which you nodded. "Hi, I'm Yangyang. I'll say it right now, I'm so happy to be paired with you. Now I won’t have to worry about Lucas leeching off my back for good grades." Relieved flooded through you. You let yourself relax into your chair as he sat down next to you.

"Okay, so, I did a bit of research this weekend since I had free time. I hope that’s okay with you." He said flipping through pages, already immersed in the work. To say you were in awe was an understatement. You couldn’t believe he was real. "Uh, hello?" He waved his hand in front of your face.

"Yes! Sorry- yes. It’s perfect." You said, trying to hold back a blabbering mess from spilling. "I just… I didn’t think I'd be paired with someone so enthusiastic."

"Is… that a bad thing?"

"No!" A loud shush resonated through the library. You swallowed nervously, repeating lower. "No, it's a great thing." Yangyang stared with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Good. I was joking by the way." With that, he continued explaining his ideas as if nothing happened. Your mind couldn’t process the situation. First off, you had been teamed up with a decent person. Well, decent was underplaying it. He seemed hard-working, interested, and even… kind? You concluded the next few weeks weren’t going to be so bad after all, and you were right.

In fact, the first few meetings in the library had gone so well that Yangyang had invited you to work over at his place instead. He had tried convincing you by saying that you’d be able to share your ideas more freely without the constant death stares of the librarian.

"Plus, I have an amazing variety of snacks and drinks at my place."

"Mmmh, I'm not sure if I'm convinced." You said with a teasing frown.

"Well, I also have a hot older brother that you can swoon over while you're pretending to listen to me." You through a pencil his way, trying to distract him from the blush that was slowly glazing your cheeks.

"You’re an idiot."

"I'll take that as a yes. We can walk there tomorrow together after school." and that’s exactly what you did. Walking down the streets of the neighborhood felt comfortable with him. The conversation flowed naturally, with jokes and teasing being the main elements. It was as if you had known him for a long time.

After walking through his front door, you immediately complimented the nice home. He had laughed a bit, promising to tell his mom. He assured you that it would bring her over the moon. You smiled thinking about Yangyang talking to his mom about you.

If you had thought that studying at his house would be a good idea, it had turned out to be a horrible one. Without the constant supervision of the librarian, you and Yangyang were left on your own. Almost no work was done that night. Instead, you discussed your favorite shows, meals, hobbies, and much more. You quickly realized you had a lot in common and that you liked being in his company. You hoped he felt the same way.

The rest of the week was spent forming a pattern. With you walking side by side with the grinning boy, arms occasionally touching each other. It was such a banal touch, but it still got your heart pumping faster. You were getting more at ease in his presence.

You had spent every afternoon over at his place. Sometimes you even forgot the main reason you were over, too occupied talking about anything and everything. It was so out of character of you to avoid finishing your school work, but here you were, captivated by the words of a boy you barely knew.

You usually left before his mom got home, trying your best to avoid any uncomfortable introductions. Each and every time, he’d walk you out with a twinkling smile and a promise to see you again tomorrow.

You always felt on cloud nine while walking home, reminiscing over every little detail that had stained your mind. For example, when his finger brushed against yours while reaching for the same pen at the same time. Or when he’d compliment your makeup and your clothes, although already seeing you that day.

Those small moments brought out the cliche school girl in you. You wanted nothing more but to stay in a constant state of daydream, with these little bits of souvenir being its main plot.

God, you were such a hopeless romantic. One more step and you were about to write his last name with yours in a journal.

It was only on Friday night that you told yourselves you needed to concentrate at least a minimum on the project due in a week. The both of you putting your mind at work for once, you had completely forgot about the time ticking by. It must had been around 6 o’clock when a little girl appeared in the dining room.

"Yangyang?" The girl called out. She could only be his sister, you assumed.

"Yeah?" She shyly walked up to him.

"Mom was wondering if your girlfriend was staying over for dinner." Shoot, you had overstayed your welcome. But wait... Were you hearing things right? Had she just called you his girlfriend?

"I don’t know, why don't you ask her." You felt as if you were on the edge of bursting. He stared at you intently, a smirk plastered on his lips. The girl inched towards your side of the table.

"Will you?" Her eyes held a hopeful glint.

"I- I, yeah. I mean- yes, sure." The little girl's smiled grew as she excitedly exited the room. You didn't dare to say a word until the sound of her skips resonated further in the house. "What was that about?"

"She wanted to know if you were staying over for dinner." He answered, unbothered, his attention glued to the screen of the laptop in front of him.

"Huh? Yeah, I got that part." You tried formulating your next words without sounding like an idiot. "She called me your…"

"You'll have to speak up if you want me to understand anything you're saying." He was playing dumb, you thought. Unless he was actually dumb but that couldn't be right. You crossed paths with a lot of stupid people in your life, and Yangyang wasn't a part of them.

Shaking your head, you let out a small laugh. It had probably just slipped out of his sister's mouth by accident. She probably called all of his female friends that and it just went over his head.

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it." You still weren’t sure if he was messing with you. He probably hadn’t heard it. Looking back at him, you swore you could’ve seen a look of disappointment flash on his face. You instantly tried lightening up the mood.

"Didn’t you tell me you had a hot brother?" You took the snicker he let out as a success.

"I only have a little sister… How else was I supposed to convince you to come over?" Definitely not the answer you were anticipating.

"Oh… I see." Silence followed. You had no idea how you were supposed to answer. You continued writing down on your paper until his voice interrupted you.

"The rosy cheeks is a good look on you." That's when you officially knew that Liu Yangyang would be the death of you.

After the dinner you had spent with his family, you felt that you couldn’t get closer to the boy. It was crazy to you that you barely knew of his existence a week ago.

His sister had shown herself to be way less timid at the table, blabbering her day away to you. You had listened carefully, adding jokes, where you thought, was necessary, earning high pitched giggles from the girl. You hadn't noticed how Yangyang was carefully watching the interaction.

His mom also noticed the way her daughter had opened up so easily to you. She also had caught the way her son's smile formed as he talked with you. She hadn't seen his smile get that big in a while. Peacefulness invaded her mind. She automatically knew that you were going to positively influence him.

When the dinner was finally over, you took the time to thank his mom for her kindness and the meal. You helped clean the table while the overjoyed girl insisted on showing you her doll collection.

"Don't bother her dear," Her mother tutted. "Y/n will have to go home now.” The girl crossed her arms, displeased with her mom.

"Yangyang, why don't you walk her up to the door?" Her mom sent you a wink, assuring you that you didn't have to clean up. She made it clear that you were welcomed whenever.

Arriving at the front door, the boy cleared his throat. "Sorry for my sister and my mom, they're a bit intense."

"Don't worry, they're super nice. I might come back next week just to see them again."

"Not me?" He let it out as a joke. He would have never admitted to it out loud, but he also wanted to see how you'd react.

"I think we've seen enough of each other for a while now, don't you think?" You teased back. He shrugged, his hands hidden in the pockets of his pants. Any trace of sarcasm had left him.

"It's nice spending time with you." He admitted. Your breath got caught in your throat. The expression on your face said it all. He took it as a win. "See you next week then."

The weekend succeeding that Friday night felt like the longest you had ever lived. Confined between the four walls of your bedroom, the minutes felt like hours. It was the first time you could remember being bored alone. Usually, you’d love having time to yourself, but now it seemed so pointless.

Still, an idea popped into your mind. You could take some advance on the work. That way, you'd get more time with the boy without this stupid project butting in.

“I’m such a genius.” You had mumbled to yourself, tipping furiously away on your computer. Even then, the subject had become dull and boring. You huffed and puffed through a few paragraphs before coming to a realization.

You wanted nothing more then to be in Yangyang’s presence again.

That’s why when you got to school Monday morning, the first thing you did was to scan the hallways, in search of his brown locks. When you had finally landed on his tall figure, putting his books in his locker, you felt an instant boost of happiness. Clutching the straps of your backpack, you walked up to him.

"Good morning!" You chirped. In response, he laughed gingerly. He was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. It might not have been the finest fashion, but he shined in whatever clothes he was wearing.

"Someone seems to be in a good mood." You couldn’t even let his teasing get to you, too happy to finally see his charming face again.

"Your place tonight? I found more information, I think we might almost be done with this project!" The intentions behind your words were to be encouraging, but Yangyang had taken them like a blow to his guts. He didn’t want this project to end this fast. You, on the other side, we're working on the side to finish it quicker. Maybe he had read this wrong.

"Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you at the end of the day when the bell rings." With no other words, he walked further in the sea of students. You stood in the middle of the hallway, a pit forming in your stomach.

Something was wrong. You hadn't known him for long, but it had been enough time to know that the lack of emotion in his voice was not normal. You disparately wanted to run after him to know what was wrong, but ultimately decided against it.

You shouldn't have to push any information out of him. If he had something on his mind, you believed he'd come to you to discuss it.

In the meantime, you had continued your day as normal. It had gone by longer than usual, the itching thought of an upset Yangyang never quite leaving your mind alone.

As promised, when the last bell ranged, he was waiting beside your locker. The walk was different that afternoon. You had tried the usual small talk, but his answers were cut short. Even when you had thrown a few jokes, his reaction had stayed the same; serious and thinking, almost.

Arriving at his house, you were already making your way to the dining room until he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking any further.

"Is it okay if we study in my room this time?" He asked. It was the first real sentence he had spoken to you in the last hour. His voice had a hint of a plea in it.

"Aren’t we going to finish the work in the dining room like we usually do?" The boy let out an exasperated sigh. There you were again with your fixation on finishing the project.

"Is that all you care about? Finishing the project and then going back to what it was like before?" He said, his grip on your hand tightening, almost as if he was scared you were going to disappear into thin air.

"Yangyang… I have no idea what you're talking about." He signed again.

"Can we please just go in my room, I’d prefer having this conversation in private, out of prying ears." He gestured to the side with his chin. You looked over to catch sight of his little sister's curious eyes peeking from the living room.

You agreed, following the boy in silence, your hand still in his. Entering his room, he closed the door behind him. His eyes wouldn’t leave the floor.

"Look, I know that you only care about the assignment at this point and all you want is to end it as quickly as possible, so here's what I suggest. I can finish it myself and you won’t have to come back-" You rapidly cut him off.

"Stop rambling, I won’t let you finish this thing alone." He had been bottling up his thoughts for the whole day and now they were coming out like word vomit. He bit his lip, annoyed with himself.

"Look, what I guess I’m trying to say, is that you don’t have to spend time with me anymore. It’s okay, I won’t take it personally." You held his arms as if to shake him out of his weird thoughts. His eyes finally met yours.

"I don’t know who or what made you think I didn’t want to spend time with you but it’s the complete opposite. I want to finish this project to spend some time with you, you idiot." Right away, you felt himself relax in your hold.

"So that’s why you continued working without me this weekend?" His tone was suddenly much gentler.

"Of course it is. This weekend felt like an eternity to me. The least I could do was to take some advance to spend some time with you doing literally anything else." The boy felt all his worries wash away. You knew exactly what to say for him to feel better.

"I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought those two days were abnormally long." You broke into a giggle. His expression quickly returned to a serious one.

"Y/n… I have to tell you something." You nodded, encouraging him to continue. " I- um, this is kind of hard to say."

He started playing with his fingers, trying the find a good way to deliver his feelings. You would’ve never thought you would get to see the boy grow so nervous. It was the first time you saw him stumbling over his words. Normally, you’d be the one in that position. You found the situation quite amusing.

"Stop smiling," He whined. "I’m trying to be serious!" You pressed your lips together, repressing a laugh.

"Sorry, sorry, go on." He walked around his room for a while before taking in a big inspiration. He stood in front of you, standing as still as a statue.

"I like you, Y/n." He said. His confession was remarkably anticlimactic that you couldn’t help but be confused.

"I like you too…?"

"No, you’re missing the point." He bit the inside of his cheek. " I like you, like you. I like the way you laugh or the way you’re so serious about your studies. I like your smile, your eyes, your nose, the way you giggle, or the way you roll your eyes when I say a stupid joke. I want to spend all of my free time with you. But most importantly- I want you to be my girlfriend." Your hands reached for his face, cupping his cheeks gently. He closed his eyes at the contact, his hands coming to layover yours.

"You’re in luck then, because I’d really like for you to be my boyfriend." You didn’t leave him the time to answer, instead choosing to press your lips carefully against his. He hummed, his hands diverting to your neck. His thumbs threw circles on your skin as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue swiped on your lip, to which you gladly let access into your mouth. Shivers ran through your body, the closeness being almost intoxicating. When he backed away for air, your lips mindlessly followed his, to which he chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. His lips landed one more time on yours, in a quick and chaste way.

"Don’t worry, when we finish this project, we can do all the catching up we have to do in that subject."

Aaand it's done! This is my longest work yet and I'm super proud of it.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to read it. Feedback is always appreciated:)

[sighjeongguk]

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↳ park jimin x reader

↳ words: 969

↳ brief summary: you and jimin have been dating for a little while now, and you’ve decided it’s time for him to meet the most important person in your life: your nephew, yeonjun.

“Jimin, this is Yeonjun,” you tell your boyfriend, pressing an affectionate hand to the top of your nephew’s head a you introduce them for the first time. “Yeonjun, this is Jimin. He’s going to be hanging out with us today.”

         Yeonjun looks up at your boyfriend with wide, brown eyes, a look torn between confusion and wonder marking his features. “Do you know how to draw?” He asks, curiously.

         “I do,” Jimin says with a nod. “Do you want me to draw with you?”

         Yeonjun slants his gaze towards you, then beckons Jimin down towards him with a tug on his shirt. Jimin smiles as he crouches down, and you can’t help but mirror it. If Yeonjun likes him, then there’s no problem. Ever since he was born, Yeonjun has been the most important person in your life, your miniature best friend. If he didn’t like someone you were dating, then you were no longer dating. Kids are in-tune with things like that. Your last boyfriend, whom you dated back when Yeonjun was two, had turned out to be awful. Yeonjun hadn’t liked him from the start. But now, he tries to whisper, “I want to make a card for auntie!” in Jimin’s ears. You hear exactly what he said, but you pretend to be none the wiser.

         “What are you whispering about?” You even go so far as to ask, pointing an accusatory finger at your nephew. “You better not be spreading lies about me down there, young man.”

         Yeonjun giggles and curls his hand around Jimin’s. “No, auntie!” He says, shaking his head so hard that the effort you went into brushing his hair goes wasted. “Me and—.” He narrows his eyes up at your boyfriend, digging through his brain to locate the name you’d given to him only a moment ago.

         “Jimin,” your boyfriend supplies happily, as if he is used to Yeonjun already. Maybe he is, maybe it’s just that easy. You smile again.

         “Me and Jimin are going to go draw in my room.” He drags Jimin past you, but he only gets a few steps before he turns around to you again. “Don’t come in until we say you can!” He exclaims, and then he abandons Jimin to run into his room.

         “You should follow him,” you say, nodding towards the door. “Make sure he isn’t too out of proportion when he draws me, okay? Last time he gave me a really big head.”

         Jimin shrugs. “I think he might have been accurate.” You gasp, and he laughs, and then he leaves you to track down your nephew in the other room. Your phone buzzes with a text from your brother asking if your worlds are colliding nicely. There’s a peal of laughter from the other room when you type ‘it’s going wonderfully.’

 “You’re a liar!”

         You jump at the sudden explosion of sound, rising quickly from your seat to approach the door of Yeonjun’s bedroom, aka what used to be a spare bedroom before your nephew was brought into this world and decided to take over your life. You wonder how he’ll deal with sharing this space once his little sister is born. Maybe you should look into a bigger apartment.

         “I’m not lying!” Jimin replies, but his words are mixed with laughter. “I really am YN’s favourite boy!”

         “No! I’m her favourite!” Yeonjun huffs, and you picture him crossing his arms indignantly. “She makes me—she makes me cookies and reads me bedtime stories!”

         “No way!” Jimin gasps, “She does that for me, too! Should we just be each other’s favourites?”

         There’s a silent, still moment in which you think Yeonjun would never do that to you. Not when you’d pulled apart your office space and made it into his bedroom, complete with dinosaur posters because that’s his current obsession. But instead, Yeonjun asks, “Should we?” in that not-a-whisper of his.

         “YN wouldn’t like that,” you call from outside the door. The door opens, and you look down to meet Yeonjun’s wide-eyed gaze. “Why can’t you both be my favourites?”

         Yeonjun looks over his shoulder at Jimin, and you can tell by the way that they are looking at each other that they’re having a conversation with just their eyes. You wonder how they could have gotten so close in a matter of… sixty-two minutes, but then you remember how it had taken you a total of fifteen to fall completely for Park Jimin. All he had done was ask for your number, all he had done was smile and laugh in a way that melted your heart, and you were hooked.

         After a moment, they both nod, and Yeonjun looks back at you as if you were negotiating a deal. “Okay,” he says, “We’ll both be your favourites.”

         “Good.” You smile and crouch down to Yeonjun’s level. “Are you nearly done with your drawing? I need some help baking these cookies…”

         Yeonjun’s face lights up with a grin. “We’re almost done, auntie! Just two more minutes!” He turns to hurry back to his drawing. “Don’t start without us!”

         “Am I really your favourite?” Jimin asks when you meet his gaze. He’s sitting on a chair that’s far too small for him, and you’d laugh if he wasn’t reaching for your hand.

         “One of them,” you say, letting him pull you into the room. He lets go of his hand to rest his head against your leg, and you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing good, Park Jimin,” you hum, “He likes you a lot.”

         “Good,” he says, “Because I’m not above begging a four-year-old to like me if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

         “The rest of your life, huh?” You chuckle. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

[park-littlecrane]

New Years Day - Seokjin 🐹

All his bags were packed and sitting on the back seat of his car as he heaved a sigh and prepared to drive home to his parents’ house. His parents nagged at him not being able to come home for 2 Christmases in a row already. 

“I’m on my way home, Omma.” Jin said over the hands-free calling in his car. “Okay, son. We’re all waiting for your here.” His mom said before hanging up and Jin continued on with his driving. 

It wasn’t a long drive by any means, just taking about 30 minutes. This was often what his parents would say whenever he’s not able to make it home. “Aigoo~ Seokjin. We don’t live far from where you work and still you couldn’t make time for your mom and dad.” Your dad would say as he would playfully hit Jin’s shoulder. 

Today was special. He made it clear with the agency that’s he going to go home no matter what. It’s not as if he listens to what they say all the time. There’s some truth to how the fans would call it Jin Hit Entertainment instead of Big Hit Entertainment. He’s not one to conform to everything he’s told to do. 

“Keep the gates open, Appa. I’m almost there.” A quick call to his dad to inform them of his arrival. 

As the tires of his car crunch against the gravel of the driveway, his parents came out of the house to greet him. A few minutes more and he’s already out the car and walking to the front door. “Glad you could make it, son.” His dad smile, giving his mother a side-hug. 

“I’m not sure why me being here is such a big deal. You already have your hands full with Seokjung-Hyung and Ahreum-Noona now that they’ve just had a baby.” Jin said, laughing as he dropped his bags on the floor and greeted his older brother and his wife. “Jin, you know we always miss you. You’re so busy these days. It’s bad enough that you weren’t there when Butter was born.” Ahreum said as he laid the now-sleeping baby in its crib. “I’m here now, no need to be sappy anymore, guys.” Jin said with a forced laugh. Here goes another family gathering with him fifth-wheeling. Taking off his coat and hanging it up on the rack, you slowly revealed yourself; leaning on the doorframe right beside where Jin was standing. “Hey there, stranger.” You said with your arms crossed and a smile. 

“YN!” He said with wide eyes as he tried his best to saunter towards you. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” He added as he touched laid a hand on your arm, rubbing it up and down.

“It has been a while.” 

You were best friends with Jin when you first started college; both of you being freshmen studying in university. You didn’t share the same major but shared one or two classes together. Now that you think about, you didn’t really think that you’d eventually be best friends with one of the biggest starts in the idol industry. “We missed you here.” 

During the course of your friendship, you found out that you lived around the same area and were fixed in each other’s lives even before meeting as adults. There were countless of times that Jin would bring you home to meet the family, as you would when you were younger. It’s safe to say that you’ve been a good part of Jin’s life. 

“Remember when we would say that you to make a great couple? You’d be so embarrassed that you stopped bringing her home.” Seokjung revealed as he was laughing with Jin’s parents at the fond memory. “Yah, stop embarrassing him.” Ahreum playfully hit her husband’s shoulder. “So that’s why you didn’t talk to me for days!” You exclaimed, realizing why you saw Jin less before he became a trainee.

Dinner went by smoothly and it was refreshing for Jin to finally be around family where he didn’t need to pretend. Adding you to the equation just made the occasion even more special. 

“Now that you’ve seen her again, what are you thinking?” 

Jin had a close relationship with his now-sister-in-law. Ahreum was one of the few people that Jin could talk to about things that he deemed his family didn’t need to know. “I don’t know, Noona. Things might’ve changed. She might not be the same girl I liked back when we were younger.” Jin said as he helped clear the table, looking at you washing dishes with his mom a few meters away. 

“You wouldn’t know unless you get to know her again. You’re not getting any younger, let me remind you.” Ahreum said in a matter-of-factly tone. “Oh, no. Not you too, Noona.” He’s been hounded by his parents about possibly starting a family now that he’s pushing 30. She just laughed at his comment but saw how he was staring at you with fondness. 

It was getting late and you should be getting home. You politely started bidding goodbye to the Kims and Jin offered to walk you to your house to “make sure you got home safe” albeit your house being a few houses away from his. 

“YN…” “Jin…” You both said in unison and it made both of you laugh. “You go first.” You said, looking at the ground trying to hide the blush in your cheeks. You’ve never been able to hide how red it made you just walking beside him. You must admit your little crush on Jin since you were younger never really went away. 

“I was thinking… what do you say about, maybe, going on date? Like, a proper one.” Jin said and you almost tripped at what came out of his mouth. 

“W-what do you mean, a date?” You asked as he helped you regain your balance. 

“I know I’m handsome but you are literally tripping at the thought. Haha!” He joked and you couldn’t help but started hitting and pinching him everywhere. 

What made you stop was the grip that he suddenly had on your hands before slowly lacing his fingers with yours. 

“I’m serious, YN. I’ve liked you for as long as I could remember.” He said as he rubbed circles on your hands that he was holding. 

“I’d want this year to be different from all the other years that passed. I want to share it with someone special. And I’d want it to be you.” He said as he was still holding on to your hands, both of you stopping just right in front of her childhood home. 

“I don’t know what to say, Seokjin. I- I like you too but I’m worried-“ You wanted to start telling him about your worries about the possibility of dating him, an idol. You were someone ordinary. As far as you were concerned, you were so far apart. Like what you said when you found out that he’s debuting as an idol. “Jinnie, I’m the Earth and you’re the moon. You’re so far away now.” It actually surprised you that he used that line in one of his songs. 

“It doesn’t matter, YN. I want you.” He said before lightly kissing you on the cheek. 

“I want us to be my New Year’s Resolution.” 

[fangirlinsweden]

Nexus Part 1

Part 1:  Newest member of the Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Secrets (think that is all)

Word Count:  About 1500 words

Summary:  Y/N is a pain in the ass according to Steve. She is brought on to missions sometimes by Fury when they need help, but she is wild and does not listen to orders. She does what she wants. Now Fury has given her a place in the Avengers. And Steve is not liking it. Having to deal with her every day. He hates her. Or does he? And what is Y/N relationship with Bucky? They seem to get closer and closer.

A/N: This takes place after Avengers: Endgame, but Steve never left. Tony and Nat are still alive. 

This is written for Gab’s @buckysmischief​ Birthday Challenge. My prompt is:  “Did you bring us here to die?”  “Obviously.” “I really can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

Steve walks into the conference room, but when he sees who is sitting there with her boots on the table with her hair tumbling around her face and her lips painted dark red, all he wants to do is turn around and leave. He can’t be in the same room as her. But instead, he turned to Fury. “What is she doing here?” He asked and Fury just smiled at him. Y/N looked at him with a big smirk on her face, completly relaxed. Steve looked around the room and Bucky, Sam, Clint and Nats amused faces. Wanda was holding back a smile. It all made Steve huff. Still the only think Steve could think about was why did Y/N had to have red lips. She always had red lips. Tony comes into the room and he lights up when he sees Y/N. “Ah, there she is! The newest member of the Avengers,” Tony smiles big and goes over to Y/N. She takes her feet off the table and stands up. Tony pulls her into her arms and gives her a big hug. “Welcome to the family.” Tony realises her and Steve stands there looking with a dropped jaw.  “Close that mouth, Captain,” Y/N winks at him. That makes him wake out of his surprise.  “Why is she a new member?” Steve turns to Fury. Y/N rolls her eyes and sits down again.  “She has skills that the team is missing,” Fury answers and Y/N sends a wink to him which makes him fight a smile.  “No disrespect, Sir,” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “But we do not need her.” Y/N hides a laugh with a fake cough and Steve glares at her. The rest of the team are quiet and watching like it was a tv-show. “You could have fooled me, Captain,” Fury says and stands up. “These last five months Y/N has saved your asses over fifteen times, which tells me that you need her skills and her help.”  “Burn,” Sam whispers to Bucky who hid a smirk with the help of his hand. Y/N winks at Sam and turns back her attention to Fury. Steve’s shoulders drop and he sits down.  “If we have sorted that thing, let’s get down to business,” Fury hands Steve a file.  “There is a mission in Italy.” Steve nodded as he skimmed the file. “I want Y/N, Clint and Nat to go undercover together.” Fury continued. Steve opened his mouth to complain but saw Fury’s pointed look and closed it again. It made Y/N smirk even more. 

This was going to be fun, you thought. Fury went over the mission and everyone listened, without interrupting. You tried to not smirk too much over Steve's apparent annoyance over you joining the Avengers as well as going on an undercover mission your first week as a member. Fury detailed everything Nat, Clint and you needed to do. You were going use going undercover as a family on vacation to  spy on some people as well as get into a nightclub. From there it was on you to get into the office of the boss of the nightclub and download every information that you could get.  Being undercover was nothing new for you and pretending to be Clint’s sister would not be a hard job. Nat would pretend to be Clint’s wife and you were kind of happy that did not fall on you. Although it would have been interesting to see how Steve had handled it. Who was she kidding? Steve would not have cared. Because he did not care about her at all. She had to admit that his way of always staying away from her and when that did not work he was cold. That might be the wrong word, but it did not seem that he liked you very much. You still remember the first time you met him. It was many years ago and Steve had been out of the ice for a couple of months. You had literally walked into him at your grocery store. Smack into his hard chest. 

You had just gotten back from a mission in Russia and you were hungry. In your kitchen there was nothing to eat, everything had gone bad while you were gone. You found an energy bar that you devoured and since you felt like cooking something and not ordering anything you went to the closest grocery store, but first you made sure that your red lipstick was still in place and hadn’t gotten smushed along the way. Taking a basket when you walked into the grocery store you scan the aisles until you find the one you were looking for. You needed pasta. No need was the wrong word, you craved it. Had dreamt about pasta and your grandmother’s pasta sauce when you had been walking around in the ice-cold Russian forest with snow up to your knees. So that was what you were cooking. If you had more time you might even do your own fresh pasta from scratch, but now bought pasta would have to do. After picking a box of spaghetti you walked around the corner to get tomatoes and ran smack into a hard chest. A hand gripped on your arm and held you steady. It saved you from landing on your ass on the floor.  “I am sorry I did not look where I was going,” you said and looked up into the bluest eyes you had ever seen. The man smiled and you felt your heart beat faster. He was ridiculously handsome and had blue, blue eyes.  “It’s okay,” the man smiled and neither of you seemed to notice that you were still pressed up against him. You just gazed up in his face and  thoes blue eyes. Wow. You could have stood there for the rest of your life looking into his eyes and feeling his warm hand on your arm. Someone clears their throat behind you, the man drops his hand from you and you turn around. There stood Sharon Carter and she was not happy to see you apparently. Fuck, was the man her boyfriend. You turn around to the man again, and this time you see just who it was. Steve fucking Rodgers. Just your luck. You quickly make yourself scarce after apologizing to the man again. After picking the last things you needed to do the pasta sauce you walk to the register. There you see Steve talking with Sharon. He looks over her shoulder and when he sees you he gives you a panty-dropping smile that makes you feel warmer than if you were in the tropics. You smile back and wink at him before you turn to the shelf with chocolate and pick up a few of your favourites. After that meeting with Steve, you really needed it. 

Little did you know at the time, that Steve had moved into the apartment building opposite to yours and that you would meet him many more times. It did not help you to not think about him when you saw and meet him so many times a week. The first few months there had been a lot of flirting between the two of you on your side and a lot of blushing on his side. But then everything had changed and now he avoided you as much as he could. It was something that you needed to fix because now you were going to be working together. Problems between the two of you could affect missions and put lives on the stake.  When the meeting was over Steve jumped out of his set and walked out of the door without a single word. You stayed back a bit and talked with Fury and Maria. They both knew about Steve’s behaviour, but you got a feeling they knew more than you. Fury told you to play nice with Steve and Maria told you to give him hell. You were planning on doing a bit of both. 

Bucky walked after Steve and was not surprised when his friend walked into his room. Bucky just opened the closed door and walked inside.  “Why do you hate Y/N so much?” Bucky smirked at Steve who sat on his bed. “I don’t hate her. She is just a pain in the ass,” Steve grumbled.  “Why?” Bucky asked with his eyebrows raised.  “She is reckless, she does not take orders and she has a bad attitude,” Steve listed up.  “You mean she is like you,” Bucky countered.  “We are nothing alike,” Steve glared at Bucky, who just laughs. “I mean it,” Steve says. “You jump out of a plane without a parachute, you are always first into a fight. We both know you have problems with taking orders from people and that you usually go against them. And about the attitude... Just look at you sulking like a five-year-old in your room because YN has joined the team.” Steve started to mutter under his breath and looking kind of pissed. Bucky laughed and paused. “Just one question? Are you mad that she has joined the team without you having a say or because you are still embarrassed that she has saved our asses a couple of times?”  With that Bucky leaves Steve’s room with a big smile on his face. Bucky knew that it would be a couple of interesting weeks, if not months ahead of the team.

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