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machetegirl109 · 10 months

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Synopsis: Physical activities were not something you enjoyed. Never participating and distracting other students was all you did during class; but as soon as the new P.E teacher’s aid catches you slacking, she decides to teach you a lesson. *inspiration: bad liar by selena gomez*

Warnings: 18+, MIDN, F/F, suggestive and offensive language, 80s!AU, abby is 19yo & reader is 18yo, smut, top!abby, bottom!reader, dom!abby, sub!reader, thigh riding, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), after care, T.A!abby x popular!reader

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Word Count: 3.5k+

Oneshot: Bad Liar

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The mid-day sunlight entered through the gymnasium windows just right. The sound of shoes squeaking against the light wooden floor along with vivid and loud voices were present as the ladies played around and talked to each other, waiting for the teacher’s arrival to the last class of the day. The girls were wearing a loose fitting white t-shirt with a small logo of the school printed on the right side of the chest, the low-cut sleeves colored navy blue as well as the matching pair of shorts. Tall retro socks with two blue stripes and a red one in the middle covered their calves, each of them wore a different brand of worn out white sneakers.

Your high top vans tapped onto the floor as you sat on the bleachers, elbows positioned over each knee while you kept your head high and talked to some of your classmates who surrounded you. Ever since the beginning of the school year you seemed to attract other girls. Not only your good looks, but also your “I’m too cool for this,” energy made them fall head over heels for you; making them chase after you every day — The most lucky girls were the ones who also had Physical Education on the last period of their schedules, just like you. You weren’t fond of the class; either always showing up 5 minutes before it was time to leave, or laying on the bleachers while the others runned around and participaded on the sports.

What even is the point of running around chasing after balls? There are better ways to exercise.

“Alright, ladies! Get in line!” Joel Miller, the gym teacher, yelled as he got into the gym, pushing the double doors hard enough to make them knock on the walls, letting out a loud bang. Everyone stopped talking as soon as he made his way to the middle of the space with a tall, muscular blonde girl walking beside him, silent as she observed the spacious gymnasium and all the students present there. The girls that previously talked to you went ahead to join the line that was forming and Joel soon stopped in front of them, holding his clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. The blonde curiously stares in your direction, seeing you lazily seated over the aluminum while the others stood before the teacher.

“First things first, M’ gonna do the roll call and then we’ll go over some things! Amber?”

“Here.” Joel wrote a checkmark beside her name and followed to the next.

“Ellie?”

“Sup’ teach’.”

“Dina?”

“I’m here, teacher.” As he called out each name, the girls announced their presence and he scribbled down onto the paper, eyes never leaving the list.

“Okay, last but not least, Y/N?” Joel finally looked up, eyes going through the line of girls in front of him as he looked for his least favorite student.

“Hey, Mr. Miller.” You called out from your seat, all of those inside the warm gymnasium looked over to you; a shameless smile on your face when you waved your hand.

“Ah, glad you finally decided to join us for class today.” He dryly chuckes, adding a checkmark to your name. “M’ not even gonna ask whatcha doin’ sitting down.” You giggle at the annoyed tone in his voice and he turns back to the other students. “So, from today on we’re gonna have a new addition to the class! I want you all to welcome Abigail Anderson!” Joel points to the girl beside him, who stands proud with her arms crossed and her braid falling onto her broad shoulder. Abby opens a small smile and nods as the girls babble hellos’ and welcomes’. “Abby here, will be working as my T.A for the rest of the school year so make sure to respect her and follow her orders, understood?” The girls nod and let out sounds in agreement.

“Thanks, I'm looking forward to working with you all.”

“With that out of the way, we’ll be playing volleyball today! I want one team on each side of the court, now!” Joel blows his red whistle and the students start to get ready in two different teams as you only sit back and watch. He turns to Abby and begins to give her some heads up on how things work during class and what to expect.

“What about that one?” She points to you, who looks bored as you pick out your nails and talk to Ellie and Dina. Joel blows the whistle once more, making you and the two girls look back at him.

“Ellie and Dina! I advise you two to go play or I’ll give y'all zero’s for the day!” The girls shoot you an apologetic look, wishing they could talk to you a little longer since they were enamored by your charming presence. You wave them a small goodbye and Joel directs his attention to Abby once more. “I gave up on her a long time ago, all she does is sit around and distract the other girls; that is when she actually shows up. Definitely the worst student I’ve ever had in all my 30 years of teaching.”

“She’s that bad, huh?”

“Y/N has an F in P.E, which is the easiest class in her entire schedule… She’ll most likely fail.” He says in disbelief and they both look at you.

“Hm, maybe I can help,” The blonde says, a small smirk forming on her face.

“Yeah? What do you suggest?”

“She can stay after class and do some extra-credit, maybe run some laps, play some volley, just to make up for the time she wastes in class. I could also make her clean the gymnasium afterwards.” Joel smiles at the ideas and nods, patting her on the back.

“Great. You’ll definitely make a good teacher someday, Abigail!” Abby thanks him, and soon they switch their attention to the game.

After 30 minutes the class comes to an end as Joel checks the time in his Seiko Diver wrist watch. Placing the small whistle between his lips and blowing on it with force, he claps his hands together signaling to the girls that it was finally time to go home.

“Alright , ladies! Class is over, you’re all free to go!” The students drop the volleyball to the floor and begin to make their way to the exit. You stand and stretch your body, a wide playful smile on your face.

“Ahh, thank God, I was about to fall asleep here!” You say walking towards the double doors, but as soon as you reach for the handle, Joel shouts your name, making you stop on your track. “Need something, Mr. Miller?”

“No, but you do. You need to get a passing grade for my class and Abby will make sure you do. You’re staying here until she tells you to go, understood?” Your face falls to the ground as you look at the girl beside him. She’s wearing a tight light yellow t-shirt under a red sports jacket and some white shorts that exposed her strong, pretty legs, as well as tall white socks that hugged her thick calves and a worn off Adidas Top Ten RB — At least she’s cute you think before the current situation hits you again.

“What? Why?!” You ask shocked, making your way towards the middle of the room, where both of them stood.

“ ‘Cause you’re falling and Abby was kind enough to suggest you earn some extra-credit.” You groan loudly and throw your head back. “I’ll be off now. Be sure to behave, Y/N. Don’t cause me any more problems. Good luck, Abigail.” You watch as Joel leaves, leaving you and Abby alone. You turn to the girl, a bitter smile on your face as you think of what to say next.

“Ha… You could’ve been kind enough to keep your suggestions to yourself. I can’t believe I have to spend the rest of my Friday here! I had plans, you know?” You ask sacarstily, as you move forward, chest to chest with her. Abby looks down at your pretty face, a pout on your lips as she lets out a small laugh; making fun of your anger.

“I’ll be kind enough to suggest you keep that pretty mouth shut and run 100 laps around the gymnasium.” A naughty grin plays on her lips as her blue eyes stare into yours. “Now, princess.”

“You’re fucking joking right now, I’m not running—“

“150 laps now.” You gasp and try to push her, failing to since Abby is built like a tank.

“You’re not the boss of me, I don’t have to do anything!”

“Now I am, and yes, you do. Now run me 150 laps and I want you to count them out loud every time you finish one.” Abby states, grabbing the whistle that hangs from her neck and placing them between her pinkish lips, blowing into it and making the loud pitch hurt your ears.

“Ugh! The fuck is your problem?!” You say as your hands go up to your now sensitive ears, massaging them; you throw the girl before you a dirty look.

“The more you whine, the more you run. 200 now. Go.” Hearing the seriousness of her voice, you shoot her another expression before you walk to the side of the court; quietly calling her a cunt as you get ready to run. “I heard that!” You roll your eyes and you run, counting each lap as you reach the starting point before circling the gym, over and over again. Sweat accumulates around your forehead as your body begins to feel warm and tired, your legs ache as tremble and all Abby does is stand there, staring at you. Soon you reach the 200 count. You stop running and you press your hands on top of both knees, your chest rising fast as you catch your breath.

“I-I’m fucking done now.” You shout and close your eyes, thanking the Gods you can finally go home now. Abby laughs and you look at her, not sure of what is so funny.

“I don’t think you are. Come here,” She says as she grabs the volleyball that was on the floor. “We'll play a bit and then you're cleaning the gymnasium, princess, you can go home when you're done.” Abby throws the ball in your direction and you shrug away from it, like it was contaminated and you didn't want to catch whatever disease it carried. “You know, if you actually participated in class instead of sitting there n’ look pretty, you wouldn't have to be here?”

“Oh, so you think I'm pretty?” A playful smile makes its way to your lips as you cross your arms.

“If anything, I think you're lazy and a distraction to the students.” She answers you, annoyed by your lack of care towards the class. “Get the ball and bring it to me.” You walk towards where the ball landed and grab it, making your way towards Abby.

“So, you think I'm a distraction because I'm pretty.” You stop in front of her, pushing the volleyball to her chest.

“I didn't say that. Now get into position and play me until you win.”

Abby walks to one left side of the court and you to the right; each of you stopping a couple feet away from each other. She serves the ball and you do your best to receive it, returning it to her as you messily position your hands closed together, making the ball go back to her side of the court. You two keep volleying the ball back and forth, Abby making multiple points while you had the total of zero.

“Okay, let's stop. You're way too bad at this.” The girl says after holding onto the ball for the last time you threw. You stretch your arms, tired from all the movement, legs sore from the running, body sweating under your P.E attire. “Grab the mop from the supply closet and get to work.”

You tiredly nod and follow her orders, just wanting to take a shower to go home. After cleaning the whole wooden floor of the gymnasium, you put the bucket and the mop back to their original place and you walk towards Abby, who's sitting at your previous spot on the bleachers.

“I'm done. Can I go now?” Your exhausted voice comes out as you stop in front of her and she looks up at your sweaty and worn out face.

“Yeah, just do whatever you need to do in the locker room so I can lock it and go home, too.” Abby says, standing up and you follow after her as she makes her way to said area.

“I'm gonna take a shower so, guess you'll just have to wait ‘till I’m done.” You begin to strip your shirt off in front of your locker once you two are inside and Abby sits down, her eyes locked on the ground.

“Just hurry up, I have things to do.”

After getting rid of your clothes you grab a towel and a liquid soap you have in your locker and make your way to the showers, sliding one of the curtains open as you get in closing it again. You turn the water to a hot temperature, taking your time to wash yourself up and let the water fall onto your sore muscles. As the minutes go by, Abby shouts out to you, warning you get out soon or she'll just leave you here. Almost thirty minutes go by and she’s had enough, standing up and walking towards your stall; she pulls the plastic curtain open and you gasp, covering your chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell and press yourself onto the cold walls as she reaches her hand inside, turning the water off. She grabs your shower from the hanger and shoves it in your direction.

“What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you who needs to spend an eternity showering?! Go get dressed, now!” You wrap yourself in your soft towel and push her out of your way as you head back to your locker.

“You're such a bitch. You already ruined my friday night and now I can't even take a fucking shower.” You mumble and she stops next to you, watching as you drop your towel on the bench. Abby’s face turns red and her breath stops for a second, her eyes scan your naked body before she comes back to reality.

“Y-you ruined it your own by not doing anything at the easiest fucking class you have.” You turn to her as you roll the deodorant under your armpits. Her eyes fall to your chest, nipples poking out in all their glory. You talk back at her but she hears nothing, all her attention goes to the way your tits move as your breath in-and-out. You place your hygiene product back to your locker, eyes never leaving her face as hers never left your boobs.

“Are you fucking listening to me?!” You attempt to push her for the second time today, but she's faster and stronger, grabbing your hands as she backs you against the locker. A wave of lust makes its way through your veins, stopping right at your core. The sound of your body hitting against the metal echoes in the empty locker room as Abby diverts her attention to your lips. Her blue eyes seem devil-like as she looks at you – Her face displaying a hungry expression.

“I had enough of your bitchy comments today. Let me make something else come out of that pretty mouth, yeah?” Abby whispers, a raspy voice sounding like music to your ears as she gently rubs her nose against yours. You feel yourself getting wet, the between of your thighs getting more slippery with each passing second. You nod your head fast, needy eyes looking back to her.

Abby closes the small distance between your lips, smacking them together with fervor as she lets go of your hands and brings her own to the side of your face; thumbs pressed onto each side of your jaw as her palm and fingers gripped your neck. You kiss her back, licking and biting her bottom lip as you pull it back with your teeth. She chases your face back and her tongue invades your warm mouth; your hands go up, holding onto her wrists and she gently massages the pads of her thumbs onto your soft skin.

“Can I touch you, princess?” Abby asks, breaking the kiss as she looks at you.

“Yes, please do, Abs.” This time, you push her towards you by the neck, press another kiss onto her lips and her left hand goes down your leg, opening both of them apart as she places her thigh between them. Abby moans at the contact of your dripping wet pussy onto her uncovered skin, and you throw your head back as you feel yourself slipping onto her with ease.

As she holds one of your legs, guiding your movements, her other hand reaches your chest, going directly to your nipple. She spits on it and begins to flick it rapidly; you moan as you feel the immense pleasure run through all your body.

“Look at you, all wet n’ slippery for me. My pretty, bitchy princess.” Abby pecks your lips and moves her hand from your chest to your cunt, spreading your moist lips and exposing your needy clit to rub against her skin. You let out loud moans when she reaches to your waist, carving her nails deeply into you as she moves you more violently against her. She feels herself getting wet, too, and she knows that the way you sound and the way you feel will be enough to soon make her white panties sticky with her cum.

As your bud deliciously kneads while you move your hips, you suck the white freckled skin of her neck, causing the girl to close her eyes and bite her lips. You push her head back by her braid and you lick from the bottom of her Adam’s apple all the way up to her mouth; pressing your teeth there again, making Abby hiss and moan.

“I-I want–” You try to speak but your moans interrupt you when Abby takes one of your boobs into her mouth, sucking on it and licking around your sensitive nipple. She lets go of it for a second just to talk back to you.

“What does my princess want, hm?” She goes back to massaging your tit with her muscle, hands never faltering on your hips.

“I want, I want you to-to eat me out,” You blurb out fast, not waiting to wait any longer to feel her tongue circling around your clit. Her breath hitches at the request, saliva pooling in her mouth at the opportunity to taste you. Abby grabs you with ease and lays you down on the bench, ready to have a feast. She wraps her arms around your legs, placing each of them beside her head, making your back lift a little from the wood. You shiver as her hot breath hits against your exposed pussy. “Please, ju-just fuck me…”

Abby looks at you, a needy expression on your face as you stare down at her and she spits onto your throbbing bud; the liquid making its way down to your hole resulting in you throwing your head back and closing your eyes. Your legs tremble and she holds you still, finally diving in. She runs her tongue up your slick collecting the wetness before bringing it to your clit. Abby sucks on it while she circles her tongue with speed and precision; her body taking in the way you taste as your pleasure filled moans enter her ears, making her head fuzzy as she fucks you.

“Fuc-fuck Abs, so-so good…” You praise and it only fuels her more, taking two fingers to your pussy, she caresses your entry before shoving them in. You moan and whine, pressing her head impossibly closer to your pussy; her tongue working on your clit nonstop and her fingers pumping in-and-out of you at full speed. “M’ gonna cum so-soon,” You announce as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your limit, and unbeknown to you, Abby was getting closer, too. The thought of you creaming all over her mouth excited her, making her tongue swirl more frenetic over your clit as her fingers finally reached the soft spot deep inside you — The tips of her fingers pressing onto it made you finally brake, cumming over her face. As she felt your juices run down her chin, her orgasm hit her, too, and she slowly removed her fingers out of you; pressing one last kiss on top of your, now sensitive, bud.

“Fuck, princess,” Abby kisses your thighs as she lets your legs fall back down. “You taste so fucking good.” She kisses her way to your stomach, soon reaching your lips. “You were so good for me, baby.” You tiredly smile at her and she pecks your cheek before sitting back up and grabbing your towel from the bench. She softly presses the tower onto your cunt, cleaning you up as you quietly observe her.

“Are you gonna make me stay after school next week?” A shameless look appears on your face and Abby laughs.

“Oh, I just might.”

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strangerindunya403 · 7 months

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Respect people's privacy and mind your business. That's what our Deen teaches us as well.

Don't ask them why they aren't married yet, when they going to have a baby, when they are going to have another baby, why they are separated or divorced, why they left their job, why they don't go out more. Unless they decide to share it with you, it's none of your business.

Ali Ibn Abi Taalib رضي الله عنه said, “Whoever asks about that which does not concern him will miss out on that which does concern him.”

[Manhaaj ‘Alee Ibn Abee Taalib, p. 249]

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moviestarmartini · 3 months

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Since you are open to writing about Brahim 🤭imagine Jude being a third wheel and always hanging out with you and Brahim, like the guy is never at his house 😭😭

three, that's the magic number! - brahim diaz x reader x platonic!jude bellingham

warnings: none, pure fluff. headcanon/bulleted format.

OKAY HE WOULD LOWKEY BE LIKE “i want what these bitches have” BUT LET ME NOT GET AHEAD OF MYSELF HERE

now playing... the magic number by de la soul

you’d heard of Jude but came to meet him in a dinner Brahim had organized with him and Arda.

you’d noticed the way Jude stared in awe at the two of you whenever you interacted, even if it was just Brahim taking short glances, his face softer than ever.

it started off with Brahim asking if you could pick up Jude on the way to training, not wanting the younger man to take a taxi there again

the way the three of you could start a conversation and flow felt nice, singing along to some songs that Brahim had queued.

Jude often asked what the songs said, or what a word either of you said meant. you found endearing how he was really trying with spanish

Jude then started getting dropped off at your shared place to be driven to training by you two— getting all pouty when Brahim was the one driving, not you.

“Is this what abandonment feels like?” He would joke, but still wished you the best on your way out to work.

then it was the fact Brahim took it upon himself to teach the englishman the do’s-and-don’ts of Madrid.

you took Jude everywhere, all your favorite spots, doing your best to avoid large crowds to not draw attention to yourselves.

“You’re in luck, she’s the best tour guide ever.” Brahim bragged about you to Jude, as he did to anyone who would listen.

he was just so so proud of every you know and done, he can’t help himself.

you knew a lot about the historic places you saw even when just passing by car, telling Jude every detail and fun fact you had in store in that brain of yours.

he listened attentively, also noticing the way Brahim would look at you with the tiniest smile behind his lips.

“See? I’ve got myself the smartest cookie. Eres la más inteligente de todo España, mi habibati.” Brahim would coo after you were done explaining, reaching to cup your face and stroke your cheekbone with his thumb as you nodded slowly, cheeks flushed.

soon, however, candid pictures of you hanging out were released to the public.

the reactions varied from people adoring the pair you and Brahim made and how tall Jude was compared to the two of you but always followed behind as if he was your child.

by that point he’d already taken your flat as his favorite hang out spot, more often than not you found Jude playing FIFA or board games with Brahim after coming home from work.

“Get a room.” Jude would complain at your cuddling and kissing, Brahim brushing the spiky facial hair against the length of your neck only to hear the giggles that made his chest swell

“Jude, you’re the one who’s in our room.” you deadpanned with a yawn, the two men bursting down in laughter.

but at the end of the day, he felt like another member of your family— just like abi Arda did, but that’s a story for another day.

and you were so glad Brahim could reintegrate back into the team flawlessly.

at one of the games you sat in the VIP balcony at the bernabeú with a good chunk of the players— all out on injuries, including Jude, who went straight to you as he noticed you walk in.

you two commented on the game as if that was your actual job, feeling every second and emotion.

you also noticed how Jude looked at you every time you celebrated Brahim doing things right— it could only be described as admiration.

Jude had to leave when the game was itching its end, having to stand with the other injured players, leaving you with Denise.

you introduced yourself quickly, and you noticed how she perked up.

“Lovely to meet you, but can you give me my son back? Or do I need to pull out some adoption papers for you two?” she laughed, soon telling you how much he talked about both you and Brahim, and the relationship you shared.

you couldn't help but laugh, "Really? I think I have a pen in my purse, hold on–" you joked, but feeling proud... why? because everyone could clearly see how much you loved Brahim.

and they could also see, clear as day, how much he loved you too.

#ik i need people to see our gospel and notice how PRETTY brahim is #brahim diaz #brahim diaz x reader #ALSO YES OPENING THAT TAG BECAUSE I MIGHT USE IT IN THE FUTURE #also this could definitely take a smutty route but we'll see later on 👀#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼✽ — writing !

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witchofhimring · 8 months

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Loyalty (Chapter 2)

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, Plot twist at the end!

Synopsis:

You find out that the man you love is to marry another, Ellyn Baratheon. Ellyn Baratheon decides to "teach you your place".

PS: Ellyn Baratheon is gonna be a real bitch this chapter

Elinor was the first to break the news to you. She had come into your chambers with a solemn look upon her face. "Have the found the body of the Strong-I mean Lucerys." It felt cruel to refer to the boy as "Strong" after he had died so horrible. Elinor just shook her head and set the tea down. You had a few sips of what tasted faintly of chamomile. "Did you hear about the events of Storms End?" "Of course, Lucerys is dead." Elinor just closed her eyes, a look of resignation on her face. "Elinor, what has happened." Elinor took a deep breath, readying herself for the storm that was about to come. "Aemond is to marry."

Aemond Targaryen was always expected to marry. You knew this. But somehow you always hoped it might be you. After all, you were no mere catch. But now that the thin string of hope was snagged you felt as if you were falling into an abys of grief. This was different from other times. Instead of tears coming to your eyes and your belly aching, your heart seized up. Every part of you somehow felt hot and cold at the same time. "One of the Baratheon girls." Your nails dug little crescent moons into your palm. Trying to hold in everything together. "Ellyn Baratheon." Elinor sighed. Elly Baratheon. Had an alliance been her sole appeal? Or was she truly so pretty that Aemond immediately fell in love with her. The thought sickened you. "Oh Y/n." Elinor wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Although the last thing you wanted was to be touched, you allowed her.

"I wish to be alone right now." Any pain you did your best to hide, although you could tell it was not entirely successful. Elinor left. Once she was gone you opened the doors to your balcony. A breeze had come in and the sun was out. This was the best weather Kings Landing had seen in days. Ellyn Baratheon. The name swarmed around your head like a fly. A constant bother to your emotions. How foolish you had been, to have ever dared to hope he would love you. Never had Aemond given any indication that he felt anything more than that of a dear friend. Was this how you would spend the rest of your life, mourning over a love that was never yours to begin with? You felt pathetic for this. And angry. You knew this was for an alliance but it did little to help. Everything would be different from now on.

You did not go to visit Aemond that day, or the one after. The truth was that you could not bring yourself to face him without giving up your dignity. Your pride would not allow you to. Aemond did not bother visiting you either. In fact, you did not see him anywhere. Unlike the Prince you did not have the luxury of staying hidden. You had your duties to the Queen was her ward and lady-in-waiting. You dressed in the customary green and gold before heading to the Queen's apartments. Queen Alicent was already awake. To your surprise she had rejected her customary regal posture for almost sloping over the table. Still in her nightgown, the Queen had her head in her hands.

"Your Grace." You curtsied. Unsurprisingly the Queen seemed to hardly care. Her thoughts were so clouded by war that she was actually mumbling to herself. You looked to the other two ladies in her company, Lady Catrina Lannister and Lady Flora Tyrell. They looked just as hopeless as you felt. You walked over to the nightstand and poured the Queen a glass of wine. This was not the norm as she hardly took to wine this early in the day. But you supposed given the circumstances concessions could be made. Queen Alicent accepted the drink without so much as a word. She took it back and a half empty goblet was placed on the table. Another look was exchanged between you and the ladies. "Mother." Jaecerion swept into the room with his usual swagger. His blonde hair was just as thick and unruly as it had been during his childhood. In all honesty it rather suited him. Most in the court commented how it made him look like a pretty woman. Lady Catrina Lannister politely curtsied was covered up her fluster with grace. Flora was not so fortunate, being only eighteen and new to court. Queen Alicent immediately stood up and hugged her boy. "Do you think he knows?" Flora whispered to you. "Yes." Of course Jaecerion likely knew Aemond was going to be married. You supposed everyone else knew by now. "It's just so horrible that it all happened this way. I mean I knew that Prince Aemond hated Lucerys-" You quickly silenced her as you realized it was not Aemond's upcoming nuptials she was referring to. Even if her comment was innocent in nature it could be taken for treason in certain eyes.

Once Jaecerion's attention had diverted from his mother he focused on the three ladies before him. He gave you a mock bow before approaching Flora. Internally you groaned, he always got up to this sort of behavior. "My Lady Flora, don't you just look lovely today." You and Lady Catrina shared an exasperated look. It was the Princes habit to flirt about with the ladies at court. The Queen permitted it, so long as it remained respectful. He placed a kiss onto the ladies' small hand. Flora's face lit up like a fire. Although he had done this several times she still got flustered each time. "As lovely as a flower my dear-although there is another in this room I believe." He gave you a look. "I do not think that is language you should use to refer to your mother, Your Grace." Queen Alicent almost spit out her drink as you tried to hide a smile and the Prince laughed. "And I see this one has thorns." He chuckled before turning his charms onto Lady Catalina. "And you my dear-" But the Lady was quick to put a stop to it. "Careful, for I do not have thorns but claws." Even the Queen laughed at that. And it would be the last time she did so.

The rest were late as of today. Prince Jaecaryon had left for Gods know where. You were just placing a necklace around the Queen's neck, which had developed a somewhat raw red tint to it, when three others entered. Marietta Hightower, Alicia Hightower and Cerilla Swan entered. You had dreaded this encounter as Cerilla never passed up an opportunity to goad you. Her elder sister was Florice Swan, wife to your cousin. Somehow in Cerilla's head she had taken it upon herself to wage a war against you. Why was beyond your reason. Resolving to stay by the Queen's side you focused on pouring the Queen tea. The thing about Cerilla was that she would never be brave enough to challenge you in public. The last time resulted in the shouting match between the two of you. Not wanting to get in trouble you avoided her. "Y/n, would you get me Helena?" You knew Cerilla would jump on this opportunity. "Of course Your Grace. Cerilla, please do finish pouring the Queen's tea for me." With that you swept out of the room, ignoring Cerilla's sour look. This was only delaying the inevitable, you you would push it back as far as possible.

Helena was staring out the window today as the little ones played out of the carpet bellow. Maelor Targaryen tottled to hit feet and hurried towards you, something grasped in his tiny grasp. He gurgled something that sounded like your name before nearly falling over. "Hello little Prince." You smiled picking him up. Readily he wrapped his chubby arms around you. Maelor was the sweetest little boy. How Aegon could ever have made something this precious was beyond you. You joined Helaena by the window as she watched everything below, like a spectator to a large play. "Your mother has asked for you." Helaena simply turned to you and brushed a piece of hair out of your eye. "When the water turns red your banner shall turn." None of this was unusual. Since she had been old enough to talk Helaena had been rattling off "prophesies". Or at least that was what her family thought. Personally you felt she had a nervous disposition that her family wished to ignore. Better to blame the supernatural than recognize and issue.

You waited outside Helaena's door as she got ready. It was at this moment Cerilla chose to attack. Her elated face was practically floated towards you with glee. Her pearly white teeth looked like daggers, ready to tear you to shreds. "Yes, I heard about the betrothal. So save it." That seemed, to your satisfaction, wipe some of the smugness off her face. But she quickly recovered. "It must be so sad for you. I mean there was never much hope. But now Aemond truly is out of your reach." You could have slapped her. It had been obvious to all the ladies within Queen Alicents entourage that you were head over heals for the Prince. But only Cerilla seemed to find joy in your misfortune. "I mean" and a nasty smile curled onto her lips. "You could always be a mistress." A sneer found its way onto your face. You knew what you would say next was bellow the belt, but right now you hardly cared. "Oh, is that how your sister ensnared her husband?" Now it was Cerilla who looked ready to inflict violence. Her right hand twitched but she seemed unready to carry it out. Satisfied, you followed to Princess, although the proper title was now Queen, out. And it was a merciful thing you did so.

Now that word had gotten around of the Princes betrothal, Jaecerion to Lenita Lannister and Aemond to Ellyn Baratheon, there was a flurry of fear and excitement. Unfortunately that was not a good thing for you. Everyone knew of your close relationship with the Prince, and even though Aemond disregarded the idea that you held anything but platonic affection for him the rest knew better. Some talked behind your back, other did not even bother to hide the fact that you were their topic of conversation. Others were even so bold as to approach you on the subject, including Cerilla's little friends. Erald Swan, a cousin to Cerilla, had even been as bold as to ask if your "services" were now free. But that was not the worst of it. You could take the insults and mockery if only Aemond would talk to you again. But every time the two of you passed in the halls he curtly aknowledged your presence. You had tried to visit him, but entry was barred.

When not on duty you slipped down to the alcoves were the water ran. It was a quiet, secluded place where you could be left alone. It was better this way instead of weeping in the hallway. It brought you greater shame than you liked to admit. You were not one for crying. Not since ten had you cried so often, so freely. The cool water was a balm for the soul that soothed you. Even if the respite was temporary it was the only thing that stopped you from screaming and tearing your hair out. Everything had been turned on its head. You now felt so alone. There were no other friends you could rely on. Although you liked plenty of the Queen and Dowager Queens ladies well enough none of them were dear enough for you to bear your soul in such a way. You prayed to the Seven for Strength but it brought you no peace. You would look up at their cold stone faces and feel nothing. Never had you felt so lonely.

More hateful your life would become. For not a week past and news was coming about that Ellyn Baratheon was coming for her marriage. So soon after your heart had been broken and with no time to do any meaningful healing. This was too much for you. All of this happening and Aemond not saying a word to you. That night you did something you swore not to do. You entered the secret passageway in the middle of the night. The lamp bounced all the way as you walked. When you reached the top you gave the secret knock. There was no answer. Even now he was choosing to ignore you. So, abandoning all reservations you opened the door. Aemond was laying on his bed, asleep. His eyepatch and the small empty cup of milk-of-the-poppy (which at times he took) were on the night table beside him. Getting closer you realized a letter lay open. You would have ignored it if you had not seen the name "Y/n Tyrell" scrolled on the top. A horrible feeling settled in your gut. While you knew this technically was not right, your shaking hands picked the letter up.

Dear Lady Ellyn Baratheon,

I hope you are well and wish the rest of your travel goes smoothly. In your last letter you brought up the issue of my friendship with Lady Y/n Tyrell. I assure you nothing inappropriate has ever taken place. The Lady Y/n is an honorable Lady from a good house who would never stain her name in such a way. If it would put your mind at ease I will cease being so familiar with Lady Y/n.

You did not ready the rest as it was Aemond discussing their future wedding. The letter fluttered to the ground. Each breath came out in small short huffs. Your nose felt blocked up with your effort to stop tears from falling. So this was why Aemond was no longer talking to you. On some level you knew the truth. But to see it written like this was too much. For Aemond it was that easy to simply throw away a friendship of nine years. You knew he had never loved you, but did you truly mean that little?

You wanted to shake him awake. To rage and storm at him for the past few weeks where you had been so so lonely. Just like that he discarded you like an old rag. Here he was sleeping so peacefully while you lay awake, tormented both internally and externally. There was no peace in your world he he was able to move on. You did not wake him. There were tears in your eyes and you were proud. So without bothering the pick up the letter you turned on your heal and left through the door for the last time in this life.

Lady Y/n Tyrell,

It has come to my attention that the wedding of Lady Ellyn Baratheon and Prince Aemond Targaryen will be taking place earlier than anticipated. I had written to Dowager Queen Alicent and your services will be moved from Dowager Queen Alicent to the soon to be Princess Ellyn. Lady Ellyn Baratheon is willing to look past your indiscretions so long as you serve her well. I have been your constant advocate in this matter. The Baratheon's are no longer worried about any poor conduct on your part.

As for your part, along with being the Princesses lady-in-waiting, will report to me on the happenings of court. With Lady Cerilla in Dowager Queen Alicent's service and you in Lady Ellyn's things should be moving on well.

Sincerely,

Lady Joan Tyrell

The dreaded day arrived.

You were not sure if it was a trick of the eyes or not but everything seemed dull. Even when the sun was in full splendor and a cool breeze came in from the water. Last night had been the final time in Dowager Queen Alicent's service. You brushed her hair, read the children a story and blew out the candles. Little Jaehaerys gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. You smiled and brushed his pale hair out of his face. These children were so innocent and sweet, you hoped they stayed that way together, especially Jaehaerys. Perhaps, if he became King, he might throw off the shakes that were placed on him by family and maybe, just maybe be a good King.

The next day you woke. From this day forward you were no longer in the service of the Dowager Queen. No longer would you see Lady Flora. You know wished you had gotten to know her better, so wrapped up in Aemond you were. But it was too late now. Elinor said nothing as she dressed you in a light blue dress. "Pass me a shawl, please." Elinor looked surprised but you did so anyway. Lastly, as Elinor fussed over the trim of your skirt you placed a gold ribbon in your hair, not paying attention to the design on it. Elinor followed a few paces behind as you made your way down to the courtyard.

"Lady Y/n!" Marietta Hightower was rushing down the hallway, a stack of paper in her hands. Her face was flushed and she looked on the verge of a panic attack. "Could you please take these to the Princesses rooms. I mean the ones for Lady Ellyn. I also have to get orders down to the kitchens for dinner and I am running out of time. Can you please deliver this for me!" She pleaded. Taking pity on her light, you came to her rescue. "Oh thank you so much!" And she was off. Lady Marietta was not the only one in a rush. Servants, lords, ladies and knights were rushing here and there in preparation for the arrival. The rooms in which Lady Ellyn would receive the ladies was empty. An oak chair that looked akin to a throne sat in the middle. Swallowing, you placed the paper on the table beside it. What sort of person was Lady Ellyn Baratheon? You had heard of the other sisters. Lady Casandra Baratheon was known to be proud, assertive and ambitious. You were relived that she at least was not here. Then there was Lady Maris, a tongue as sharp as a sword. Lastly there was Lady Floris who was pretty and sweet as a flower. But on Lady Ellyn there was silence. That frightened you all the more.

By the time you arrived at the courtyard everyone else had arrived. You received a few stares from observers. All the ladies expected to attend Lady Ellyn were already lined up. Your heart leapt into your throat is you realized how late you were. In fact, Lady Ellyn was already greeting some of them. While Lady Ellyn did not seem to notice, a companion who you suspected was one of her sisters did. Her cold brown eyes surveyed you and then walked up to her sister. Feeling sick, you waited in suspended motion. Lady Ellyn's teal blue eyes meet years. Immediately you knew she hated you. There was a deep rage simmering below the surface. Like ice rushing under ice ready to break forth like a tidal wave. The moment was quick. Blink and you will miss it. Lady Ellyn got closer and closer, greeting reach lady in the line. Soon she was in front of you. Lady Ellyn was tall, being about five foot ten. Her dark hair hung in ringlets to her waist. Her alabaster skin was smooth without a flaw to it. Her cold eyes almost sparkled like gems. Her lips were as red as blood. "Lady Y/n." Her voice as cold as the eyes. Shaking, you curtsied. Everyone was looking on. Lady Cerilla looked elated, Lady Flora horrified. She said nothing else, simply looked at you up and down like an item in the market. Then moved on.

They had all the ladies line up against the wall. In dreadful expectation you waited. Each one of you would present yourselves to her and receive a gift. The other ladies kept looking at you, sometimes whispering. Your hands wrung themselves in a painful twist. As each name was called your heart would pound furiously, then calm when it was not yours, then the whole process would start again. It was with a dreadful doom that your name was called out. "Y/n Tyrell." You walked into the den. She looked like a Queen, decked out in a ruby red dress that trailed to the floor. A circlet sat on her brow, brightly sitting against her dark curls. They all looked to you. The door creaked shut. You were only four feet from the throne-like chair. The ladies seemed to be circling around the two of you, akin to the circling of hungry wolves, waiting for the first drop of blood. "Lady Y/n, I believe it is customary to curtsy when a lady of higher ranking is in front of you." Her lip curled. With a heated face you gave her the bare minimum. "I know that your previous position might have given you a false sense of security and disregard from the rules. Well, let me tell you this, you will be subjected to the same rules as the rest." You had tried to keep your composure. But Lady Ellyn seemed determined to attack you. "If you are insinuating that I slept with Aemond-" She cut you off. "That is Prince Aemond to you, just as I will be a Princess and his wife." She rose up and walked towards you. The two of you were faced to face, both defiant in the face of the other. She brought up a fist and for a moment you thought she might hit you. But her palm opened and inside sat a golden ribbon, your golden ribbon. Embroidered into it was a dragon. Long ago, this had been a gift from Queen Helaena. "It was a gift from the Queen." You said. Lady Ellyn's eyes flashed. "Oh really?" Suddenly she twisted the ribbon and it broke. The ladies gasped and shrunk back. With finality she flung the rest down. "If I ever even hear a whisper that you have shown any sort of indiscretion towards my husband I will deal with you as I see fit."

"Prince Aemond Targaryen." Everyone jumped at the sudden call. Lady Ellyn hurried back to her seat and you were pulled into the crowd. "My Prince." Lady Ellyn had turned from sour to sweet in only a moment. She gracefully descended the stairs. And in a display that shocked everyone, she kissed him.

You finally cornered Aemond after sword practice. The current situation meant you could not approach him right in the open. So when Lady Ellyn's back was turned you scurried off the the amoury and hid behind a statue of the Warrior. Nervously you waited, the clang of metal just outside. After some cheers signaling the Prince's victory the door opened and an exhausted Aemond came in. You gathered your courage and stepped out. Aemond's back was to you. "Aemond." He tensed and turned around. His left hand flexed nervously, something he did under tense pressure. "Lady Y/n, you should not be here." "That is Prince Aemond to you." The words mockingly echoed around your mind. An incredible surge of anger swelled up within you. In public using titles made sense. But in private? "I am unsure as to why I deserve such treatment." Your voice shook with weeks of suppressed anger. All this time you had been miserable and holding in all your emotions while Aemond went on without a care in the world.

Aemond sighed. "Lady Y/n, I am to be married now. My wife does not deserve this. And neither do you. Your prospects are already in jeopardy because of our relationship. Please I am not doing this to be cruel." Aemond could not even meet your eyes. "So this is it then?" "Lady Y/n, I know you love me." "I....I...." Your world was collapsing around you like a stack of falling cards. You knew he did not return your feeling. As much as that hurt you still stayed his friend. That was a mistake. From the moment you fell for him your heart was destined to be broken. Even if by some miracle he did love you back nothing would work out. You were just a minor member while Aemond was a Prince. "It is just that Ellyn-" You wanted to tell him that being around her made you physically ill. That she scared you already. But your voice was shaking too much and you fear you might cry. But it did not matter, for Aemond spoke up. "Please Lady Y/n. She is a good kind lady from and honorable house. And do not refer to her as Ellyn, she is a lady."

And he was Prince Aemond. No longer Aemond to you.

"So I suppose this is the end." You forced out. "I am sorry. But yes it is."

You walked out in a daze. Everyone else had left for dinner. The sky was grey now, every trace of light was obscured. Without much sense of direction you wandered around till you entered a garden. A Weirwood tree grew in the center. The Northerners worshiped these trees, believing in their old Gods. The notion had always seemed strange to you. Without the Seven everything seemed to feel unreal. With no Seven there was chaos. Your great grandmother on your mothers side had been a Stark, a northern lady from house Reed. You knew next to nothing about her. But now, for whatever reason, the idea of her stuck itself in your mind. Your Tyrell members had been the only ones that had ever counted.

Your fingers traced the wood. Sticky sap like blood trickled down the bark. It was archaic. So unlike the clean Sept downstairs. The red leaves rattled above you. Cryptically the leaves sounded like bones rattling around. You had never really taken the story of the First Children seriously. How the Andals slew them and burned their trees. But this tree seemed so alive, like a living breathing being. Instinctually you curled up under the tree. It was almost like a mothers hug, something you never remembered having. You needed it more than ever. Losing Aemond was like losing a piece of yourself. Now you felt so so alone.

It was dark by the time you left. Not that you wanted to leave. You felt save here, a wound for your broken heart. But Elinor came rushing out in a panic. "Lady Y/n! Oh Gods I was so worried." "I have not thrown myself from the cliffs yet." You said sarcastically. Elinor looked horrified to which you rolled your eyes. "Was a jest." And you breezed past her. She followed behind you in silence. When you got to your room you dismissed Elinor. She looked hesitant but could not disobey an order. So with that you were left all alone.

Tears threatened to fall. But the daze had worn off by now, only anger remaining. The first thing you did was pushed a cabinet in front of the secret door. There was no need to have it available anymore. Next you pillaged the things that Aemond had given you over the years. Jewelry, books, a dress, flowers and other such things. You threw them in the fireplace. Any remnants of your friendship went up in smoke. But that was not enough. Even as you watched the pages crinkle and crack under the flames you anger was left unsated. He threw away the relationship like it was nothing. You might not have been so angry if he just talked to you instead of treating you like an old used rag.

You wanted to hurt him like he hurt you. You realized this had been written in the stars. Aemond would always put his devotion to family first. And the worst part was you were the same. Always you had served without consciousness or autonomy and it was killing you. Maybe this was how The Dowager Queen felt, King Viserys's neglect having left his scar on her body. And as a woman there was nothing their of you could do but endure it to the end.

The wedding took place only a week later. And the week leading up to it had been hell. Rather than shun your company Lady Ellyn Baratheon wanted you close at all times. The week leading up was the future Princess assisting in some final touches to everything. And every now and then she would ask you for your opinion. "I mean, you more than anyone must have put some thought to this more than anyone." She would say, a cruel smile twisting her otherwise beautiful face. You had hoped the other ladies might be lenient and leave the gossip out of your ears. But you had the great misfortune of having to deal with the ladies of Lady Ellyn's house. And it was not just the ladies, but the men as well. A minstrel employed by the Baratheon's had been making jibes at you as you passed, likely on the coin of Lady Ellyn. No one defended you, as you were of little importance. What was your suffering compared to the war and grand wedding. How you were able to keep your bearing was a mystery to you.

"Lady Y/n, I recon you know what Aemond likes. What do you think of this." Lady Ellyn held a golden fabric before her, mockery on her face. " It does not appeal to me. It makes you look off colour." Lady Ellyn's mouth tightened but of course Cerilla came to her defense. "For shame, is it not enough after what you have done?! Your Grace do not listen to her, you look lovely." Although Cerilla was not part of Lady Ellyn's company she had been asked to provide assistance. "Lady Cerilla, perhaps you might want to be a bit more specific?" You challenged. "Lady Y/n you will watch your tongue around me." You nearly shouted. This was so unfair! After all, it was she herself who started this. If only she would leave you alone. Thankfully everyones attention was diverted to a necklace Lady Ellyn wanted to wear. Discretely you went to the corner, praying that Lady Ellyn would leave you alone for now. One who was quick to leave you was Lady Marietta, who only a week ago had asked for your help. They either mocked you or fled from your very presence. You supposed that no one wanted to be affiliated with you now. Even Dowager Queen Alicent seemed to invite you to her tea parties less. You truly hated Lady Ellyn. Apart from being horrid, her involvement had made your life hell. Prince Aemond was no longer your friend, Dowager Queen Alicent was distancing herself from you, the ladies treated you like a disease. And all because you were friends with Prince Aemond. Although you loved him you had been sure to hide it. Now you wished you had never met him.

The morning of the wedding had you waking up before the sun rose. Since you woke by your own accord Elinor had not arrived. You got up and walked to the window. Opening the glass door you walked onto the balcony. The wind was as chaotic as the sea bellow you. Waves crashed into the shards of rock. In the very distant you could see a yellow sunrise against the pitch black sky. Its hectic beauty entranced you for a moment, holding you there for a while. If today had been a normal day you would have been content to just stand there and watch.

You wondered what Prince Aemond was feeling right now. Was he dreading today as you were? Likely not. He would see it as his duty as do it. He was unendingly loyal to his family. Just as you were. Your duty was like a stone tied around you neck. The emotions you carried within like water slowly choking the life from you. "My Lady?" It was not Elinor as you expected. Jaecerion was standing on the threshold of your door. He was dressed in the Hightower green with yellow trimmings. His normally unruly hair was pulled back into a braid. Lastly, there was a golden circled against his locks. He let himself in. "You are up early." He said. "Just woke. Have not been awake very long." You replied. Suddenly Jaecerion's hand brushed some hair out of your face. His fingertips were cold to the touch. "The things we do for duty." He sighed. You knew he knew. Jaecerion was an observer much like his grandfather and little escaped his notice. "It is just I always held out hope. And I know it is not truly his fault-" Jaecerion was quick in his reaction. "I think my brother is a coward for it." He spat. Taken by surprise, you looked up at him. "If I loved someone then I would fight for them!" You had never seen this much passion in the boy. Well, he was not a boy anymore. Often you forgot that he was Aemond's elder twin brother. "Well, it is not as if he loves me anyway." The words were hard to get out, because that was the truth of it in the end. "I-" But whatever Jaecerion felt was lost. Someone, Elinor, was at the door. You ushered him into the closet before she could enter. Behind her were two maids carrying a coper basin. It was not large but your could fit in if you put your knees to your chest. "My Lady you will have to undress." Thoughts went to Jaecerion who was still in the closet. With no excuse to give Elinor, you undressed. You could only hope Jaecerion had the decency to look away. They lathered you in lavender soap before putting on the dress. It was green and gold with the intertwined symbols of house Baratheon and Targaryen. To be carrying around the symbol of Prince Aemond and Lady Ellyn's union was more humiliating than you could put into words.

All of Lady Ellyn's ladies were lined up in front of the great hall. Inside you could hear guests moving about. In only moments Lady Ellyn would arrive and then enter the great hall. "Oh look! She is beautiful!" You peaked from behind one of the ladies to see Lady Ellyn. And for all your hatred you had to admit she was absolutely stunning. Lady Ellyn wore a pure white gown. The neckline stopped to show just a small bit of her breasts, curving across her smooth skin. Long flowing satin sleeves hung to the floor and small bits of diamond sparkled in the light. On her arm was a proud Lord Borros Baratheon. Here Lady Ellyn was, her dreams fulfilled with her family by her side and you had nothing. One stray tear rolled down your cheek.

The doors flew open. Everyone was in order. They marched through the passage way. The great hall was lavishly decorated, although you hardly paid attention to the designs. All you wanted was to get through today and then find a hole to crawl into. Finally everyone reached the end. You expected the ceremony to begin now. But suddenly the sister that had accompanied her, Lady Marris, darted out. "My sister has requested you go up there." She gleefully pointed up to near the dais, in full view of the couple. You knew why she was doing this. Did she not already have everything? Why need to humiliate you further? But you did as she asked. And the sermon began. You had imagined this in your dreams. The sept decked out in all its splendor. Every member of the court dressed in their best. The weather was perfect. The sun was out as if celebrating this union. Birds could be heard chirping outside. The sweet scent of early spring flowers hung in the air.

And you, dressed in white as the perfect bride.

Except it was not you.

Instead, you were merely one of the spectators. An inconsequential accessory to HER victory. She had specifically order that you be placed near the altar. Prince Aemond placed the cloak of protection around the bride. A lump formed in your throat. Then he leaned in and they kissed.

Cheers broke the silence as everyone clapped. Prince Aemond pressed a gentle kiss the now Princess Ellyn's hand as they turned. They descended the stairs and Dowager Queen Alicent gave her new daughter a hug. Now you seriously wanted to cry. "Pst." Jaecerion was right behind you. "Care to sit with me?" Without a word you accepted. A few people looked, but with one look from the Prince they hurriedly brought their attention elsewhere. The two of you found a secluded corner. "I understand." He took a hand in his. You gave him a weak smile. While you appreciated his help you did not think he truly understood. This was more than watching the man you loved marry another. Lady Ellyn had completely replaced you in every way. Even Dowager Queen Alicent seemed to forget you now. It was even worse to now see Queen Helaena greet her. "You know I am on your side, right." "Thank you....thank you." You did not care who was around you when you pressed a kiss to his hand. His support meant more to you than anything.

The two of you stayed in that corner, enjoying a few sweets and making talk. This was becoming much easier now. "I should just bring you with me wherever I go. Life would be so much easier." Jaecerion laughed and said he would not mind that one bit. The night was drawing to a close and you thought you might slip out. Jaecerion had to go relieve himself and after he disappeared you felt lonely again. Now seemed about the right time to turn in for bed. Your plan was to slink away and disappear. But Princess Ellyn Baratheon had other plans. "Time for the bedding!" Aegon's tipsy voice could be heard over the crowd. Cheers roared to the ceiling. You were almost there. A few more steps and a silent hallway would greet you. Then you could go to bed and maybe this day would not seem to bad. Lady Cerilla's hand closed on your wrist. "Get your hands off me." You snarled. She only grinned. "The Princess requests your held." Cold rage set in. No. No she could not really be asking this of you. Out of all the things she had done this had to be the most debasing thing she could ask. Having a woman who loved a man assist another in getting ready to bed him was beyond cruel, it was sick. Shaking, you numbly made your way to the bedroom. Step by agonizing step. Each one slammed against the stone with a final intensity. You finally arrived at the door and could already smell the perfume within. No one else was in. There was a fireplace, fur rug and a four poster bed. Around it were sheer curtains. While those might hide some from you, it would show enough.

A burst of song blasted in as a laughing Princess Ellyn Baratheon was pushed in. When it closed it was just the two of you. From outside you could hear Ser Criston Cole ushering the men away. Now it was just you and her. She turned her back to you. "Well?" But you did not immediately obey. "You are beyond cruel." Your voice was practically shaking with rage. Princess Ellyn turned around. She looked imperious and you felt next to nothing just standing there. "Because I want you to know that from this day forward I am his wife. It is me he swore himself to and me who will have his love. So do not go thinking you will take it from me." "I never had any intention of doing so." You said shortly. There was fear. Fear that you were going to cry in front of this woman. Princess Ellyn was not done, she took a step towards you. "And when the time comes I will bear his children. I will be the mother the Princes and Princesses. Perhaps you can serve my children as well. Now, unlace my dress." The urge to take the expensive velvet tying her corset together and winding it around her throat was more than tempting. Your Septa had taught you to pray to the father for strength in time of anger. But no prayer was strong enough to disway you now. You hoped her died. You hoped she died screaming in agony and despair. That none of her dreams would come true and that one day she would look back on all this and regret everything.

Prince Aemond came in. Giggling ladies pawed at him and he looked uncomfortable. His jacket was missing. The Septon, Dowager Alicent, Aegon, Helaena and a few other people shuffled in before the door closed. Princess Ellyn now only wore a shift. Prince Aemond was undressed and you looked away. Once both of them were done the Prince and Princess climbed into bed. The curtains were drawn so that you could only see their outlines. Prince Aemond got on top and shared some words with the Princess. You could only watch, not knowing the words a husband shared with his wife. Then they began and every moment was horrible. Their limbs wrapped around one another, Princess Ellyn's moans carried throughout the room. A deep jealousy was in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to wrap your hands around her pale throat and squeeze. It would be a merry sight to see the lights dim.

Princess Ellyn finally finished with a cry. And with that it was over. Dowager Alicent rushed everyone but the High Septon out. Everyone ran, the rest with excitement and you something much worse. They did not notice as you peeled off from the rest. As the celebrations carried on you went deeper and deeper into the bowels of the castle. Your steps had carried you to the secret alcove where you and Prince Aemond spent many days. Once this was a place of joy for you. Instead, today and from now on, this place would witness your sorrow. You let out a cry, drowned out by the waves and music. Finally, you cried.

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So this chapter was fun and I honestly hope everyone enjoyed it! Ellyn Baratheon ain't a very nice lady. The wedding was the hardest part to write and I honestly considered just not doing it. But I wanted this story to bring out strong emotions so here it is. The next chapter isn't going to be much happier but this is where the plot really starts to kick in.

Plz don't hate me 4 this chapter😫

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laureliciousdefinition · 8 months

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Hey hey I just finished rdr1 and I am distraught despite the game being 13 years old and knowing what was gonna happen. So to cope here’s some modern au Marston family headcanons unda da cut😈😈😈

-First of all blanket statement John and Abi are the cool young parents who have sick tats/piercings and love their kids (remember in my modern universe everyone is alive muahahah) so fiercely

-John listens to so much shitty divorced dad rock despite being happily married

He has wept to Photograph by Nickelback more than once

-Abigail secretly loves those corny signs that are like

Gather

-John has never let either of his children win at a video game ever

-this family goes insane for Halloween and all the kids in the neighborhood love it!!

They get the big candy bars for SUREEE

They have cool decorations all over the yard and one of their neighbors complains about it every year (they do not care)

-one year on Christmas Eve John and Abi were setting up the Santa gifts and John slipped on a toy car and hurt himself, Abigail had to cry laugh into a pillow so she didn’t wake the kids up

-The other pta moms judged Abigail bc she’s young and cool but she earned their respect when she made the best damn brownies they’d ever seen

On the same note I see Abigail actually being very involved with her kids’ school bc she wants the best for them, but she’s not into the cliquey stuff

-John and Abigail are both fiends for gently embarrassing their kids

Yelling stuff like “have a good day at school my little schnookums!! Mommy loves you!” While Jack is beet red and telling them to just drive away

-John tried to teach Jack to drive but he was gripping the little car roof handle thing the entire time like “brakes. BRAKES. BRAKES!!!!!!” So Abigail took over and taught both kids to drive

-Jack went through a wannabe emo phase. Argue with the wall

If anyone wants me to keep going y’all KNOW my goofy ass will. I love doing these so much hehehehe

Edit- just had to edit the sentence about Abi and the pta bc I accidentally said she would be into the cliques 😭 I meant NOT!!!!!! Abigail is a cool mom who doesn’t have time for that shite

#plz ignore all these tags i’m sorry #rdr2 modern au #Marston family #john marston #abigail marston #abigail roberts #jack marston #unnamed Marston daughter

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tasteofdeathao3 · 2 years

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I feel like stede at least has some rudimentary knowledge about babies due to having kids himself while Ed just. Makes all the beginner mistakes with AB Izzy. Doesn't support the head, forgets to burp him, over or underfeeds, starts changing him without all the supplies nearby and decides rash cream can't be all that important. He isn't doing it out of malice or intended negligence, he just straightup doesn't know how babies work and needs some time to adjust

no bc I have actually thought so long and hard about this and I agree 100%

Stede would at least have some childcare experience (if we're taking canon then there would most likely have been some sort of 'help' but we can sort of ignore that, if it's modern then yeah he probably did look after his children to a degree), but Ed would just be completely lost. Even if Stede doesn't have the most experience he'd have common sense - he'd have seen babies being cared for and no doubt educated himself, but Ed would never have really seen babies being cared for since he didn't have any siblings or extended family (that we know of, of course).

At first he's almost petrified of AB Izzy, hesitant to do more than even look at him, but then after a few weeks once he's willing and wanting to help out he's just- making every mistake.

he's not trying to do things that might harm Izzy; even though he had his disagreements with Izzy, he wouldn't take those out on an unassuming baby.

Stede tries to teach him but he's so stubborn, he insists he can do it right after only being told once, refuses to ask for help because 'taking up other people's time is ridiculous, he'll just cry himself out :-)' (spoiler alert: he won't). Ed refuses to learn but rolls around in his own self pity and hatred whenever Stede, sleep deprived and stressed beyond belief, scolds him for not supporting Izzy's tiny head or feeding him enough that he actually vomits.

Of course then this just makes things worse almost, Stede going from taking care of a brand new infant singlehandedly to taking care of that infant while also trying to teach his husband to do the same thing while he actively refuses to learn. This does upset Ed once he realises Stede is rundown and overworked because of him, and all of a sudden he just can't bring himself to even try caring for Izzy, because it's his fault that Izzy got a rather bad rash, it's him who kept Stede up for half a night because he didn't know that not burping a baby would make them uncomfortable and cranky enough to wail until someone did.

It takes a little while, but he does learn. it's rocky, because the two of them already have a host of issues, but they eventually get a routine under control.

#I can talk about this forever #ofmd #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #our flag means death #ABI

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rambrandt-the-painter · 9 months

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out of curiosity, do you have any art of trans men/transmasculine characters? i really admire how realistically you portray your trans woman characters and am curious how you draw other types of trans people :) keep up the fantastic work!

Theres Jacob (abis boyfriend) who admittedly kind of stays to the sidelines. He's a binary trans man and a barista who loves gaming and skateboarding. He's a little awkward but has a positive attitude and loves meeting new people.

And there's also lemons who's bigender and takes testosterone. He likes presenting feminine on occasion but prefers to present masculine. He learnt he was trans while dating ram and having people he felt safe exploring his identity around.

Hes irritable and doesn't like being around a ton of people this is partially why he's dating ram because she's non verbal and can be very laid back and he likes all the quiet time they have together at home. He's a games journalist but he'd rather be a game dev. He loves math, theology, politics, and financial stuff which is why he helps ram make decisions about her business.

He's best friends with Carrie who he talks to about literature and political activism

Other than that I don't really have many transmasc characters. There are some people in the new underworld (which is basically just an underground city for people who know about magic) but their culture is different than ours and transness is the norm. The rat king who's an undead that teaches ram summoning got a magical sex change early in his life but no one really bats an eye.

Anyways I'm rambling I'll stop now

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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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Lifeline

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x sister!reader

Word count - 4,537

Warnings - mentions of death, injuries, hospitals, angst, fluff

Song - Lifeline by Joshua Bassett

Summary - One of the only people Rooster has left gets in an accident resulting in a very panicked Bradley

A/N - So whaddup it's another Rooster fic (I am NOT sorry). I listened to Lifeline by Joshua Bassett on the way home from work one night and it inspired this fic. I lowkey hope this didn't turn out bad bc it took me so damn long to write aha. Anyways I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

You and your brother only had each other. You were adopted into the Bradshaw family long after Goose died and just around Bradley’s seventeenth birthday. Carole had always wanted two kids, a boy, and a girl but after Goose died, she thought her plans were gone with the wind but a family friend of hers told her about a gorgeous baby girl in the adoption agency she worked for that needed a home. Carole spoke to Bradley about it, valuing her son’s opinion and when they both went to visit you, they both fell head over heels in love with you and adopted you as quick as they possibly could.

Just as Bradley was nearing the end of college and looked at reapplying for the Navy, hoping Maverick wouldn’t pull his papers again, Carole got sick. Everyone hoped she’d shake it but as time pressed on and she got sicker everyone started to accept the harsh realities of what was happening. Some people suggested that they take you in since you were still little, and they didn’t want Bradley to put his career on hold to raise his sister but he only let some family friends take you in for a year so he could pass his training and get settled into his job before requesting he stay in California to bring you up without having to move you around all the time. After all the loss the Bradshaw family had endured, you and Bradley learnt to lean on each other. After all, it was you and him against the world.

Now you were eighteen and in the midst of your senior year of high school. Bradley was now an instructor at Top Gun and the two of you were still as close as ever. You had never been afraid to tell your brother about things that upset or bothered you and Bradley always listened, making you feel heard and did his best to help you.

“I’m off to work. Don’t be late to school, drive safe.” Rooster says as he gathers his bag and slings it over his shoulder.

“I’m always safe. What time are you home tonight?” You call from the kitchen, occupied with making your breakfast.

“Depends on when Cyclone and Mav say I can leave. I’m teaching pretty much all of today, so I’d gamble I’ll be back around dinner time.” He replies, grabbing his keys and opening the front door.

“Okay, bye!” You say, poking your head around the door so you could say goodbye to your brother properly.

“Bye y/n/n, I’ll see you later.” He says with a smile before finally leaving through the door and allowing you to finish getting ready for school. When you’ve eaten your breakfast and made sure you have all the stuff you need for school in your bag you grab your keys and leave the house, getting into your car and starting the drive to school.

Once you arrive at school you are greeted by your friends who are all immediately stressing about the college applications you had sent off just the week prior, all anxious about what places will accept them or reject them. You try to mediate the fear by keeping your friends calm telling them to just worry about right now rather than worrying about something that’s out of control. After successfully calming your friends down, you figure it’s time to head into the school building and head to your homeroom to get the school day started.

The day was long and while you were ready to head home and collapse into your bed for a nap until you could make dinner, your friend Abi invited you and the rest of your friends around to hers to hang out for a bit. Given that the group of you hadn’t been able to hang out together for a while you all accepted, going to your car so you could give everyone a lift due to the fact you were the only one with a car out of all your friends. The drive, while not long, was filled with you all scream singing songs that the radio played until you reached Abi’s house. The four of you unload and head into the house, immediately heading for the living room where you settle on the sofa and find your favourite show to watch together and press play while Abi grabs some snacks. The four of you lounge around, enjoying each other’s company and exchanging silly comments and remarks about what the characters are doing on screen. When you next check the time, you sit up straighter, pushing the blanket back and standing up.

“Sorry guys, I should probably think about heading home. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You say, laughing as your friends groan and toss pillows at you for leaving so soon but you simply wave goodbye and head out the door, climbing into your car and beginning the drive home. As you listen to the radio quietly playing under the rumble of the engine, you started to admire the views. You were lucky you grew up in a beautiful place, so you took any opportunities to admire your surroundings. As you reached a set of traffic lights, you celebrated quietly when the light turned green upon your approach but as you went across the gridlock, a car sped from the left side of your car, driving straight into the side of your car, making your world go dark and silent within seconds.

Rooster was finishing up the lecture he was giving to a new batch of Top Gun students when his phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket to see who was calling and when he didn’t recognise the number, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and continued to address the pilots. Just as he was beginning to dismiss the pilots the door to the hall burst open, revealing Maverick and Cyclone on the other side. All the trainee’s stood to attention as their superiors walked towards Rooster.

“You’re all dismissed.” Cyclone says to the recruits, his voice projecting clearly and sternly to the recruits who obey without a second thought, leaving the room as Maverick and Cyclone turn to face Rooster.

“Rooster. The hospital just called me. They said y/n got in an accident.” Maverick says and in a matter of seconds, Rooster’s world came crumbling down around him. He released a shuddering breath and barged past the two men, rushing through the base to get to his car. His thoughts were running a million and one miles an hour. That phone call must’ve been the hospital calling him. He scolded himself silently. He was so stupid why didn’t he pick up the phone? He was grateful that you had both him and Maverick down as emergency contacts otherwise he probably wouldn’t have known until god knows when. He curses angrily at the traffic jam he approaches, hand slamming on the wheel in frustration as he blinks back the tears building. He still didn’t know what had happened to you other than hearing you were in an accident, so his thoughts were going crazy. What if he got there and you were already gone? He couldn’t lose another family member. You were all he had left. When the traffic begins to move smoothly again, he gets to the hospital in what he dubs as record time, parking his car and entering the hospital in a rush. He practically runs up to the front desk.

“I’m here to see y/n Bradshaw. I got told she was brought in not too long ago.” Rooster says, almost leaning entirely over the desk to address the receptionist who looks up at him for a second before turning her attention back to her computer.

“Are you family?” She asks, typing on her computer before glancing up at him expectantly.

“Yes, I’m her brother.” Rooster replies hurriedly, fighting to keep the frustration from his tone but failing miserably. The receptionist types again on her computer before looking back up at him.

“You can go and wait in the waiting room. She’s being treated right now but I’ll inform someone, and they’ll come and get you when they’re done.” The receptionist says finally after typing one last thing into her computer. She gestured in the loose direction of the waiting room, and he followed her gesture to the room filled with people waiting to be seen by doctors or family members waiting to hear about their loved ones. Rooster sat down in one of the corners of the room, avoiding looking at anyone as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing a bombardment of texts from everyone from Dagger Squad. Everyone was concerned about why he was seen storming out of work. Instead of replying to each individual text, he opened the group chat they had and sent what had happened and where he was. He hit send on the message and opened the text he got from Maverick asking if he was at the hospital and if he had any updates yet.

‘I’m at the hospital but they said she’s being treated. I can’t see her until she’s out. I’m scared, Mav.’

Rooster hit send on the message and leant back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling to try and will his tears to not escape from his eyes. He takes some slow deep breaths to try and remain calm, but his heart was hammering in fear. After a matter of minutes, his phone started buzzing intensely. He retracted the phone from his pocket and saw all his friends sending messages in response to his and then he noticed another message come through from Maverick.

‘I’m on my way, kid.’

Rooster felt a small amount of comfort from that one message and glanced around the waiting room, expecting Maverick to just appear out of thin air. It took about twenty minutes until Maverick entered the waiting room, locating Rooster and crossing to him. Maverick sat next to Rooster and turned to face him.

“Bradley…” Maverick says gently, the use of Rooster's name as opposed to his callsign made the tears he’d been holding in fall down his cheeks. Maverick wasted no time pulling him into a tight hug, squeezing him close as he feels the tears landing on his shoulder. Rooster’s whole body shook with sobs as he cried, clinging to Maverick like he was a terrified little boy again.

“What if I lose her, Mav? I can’t lose anyone else.” Rooster forces out through his cries, blinking the remainder of his tears away and pulling away from Maverick’s embrace and wiping his eyes furiously, looking away in embarrassment.

“That sister of yours is tough. We have to have faith that she’ll pull through.” Maverick says calmly although he too was worried about the severity of this accident. After Rooster takes some deep breaths to compose himself, he nods at Maverick’s words knowing that as much as he hated it, everything was out of his control, and he had to just have faith that everything would be okay. The two talk about anything and everything to try and keep their minds off how slowly time is passing when suddenly they hear a group of people coming and they were shocked to see Dagger Squad coming in, walking over to the two and ignoring the glares from everyone else in the waiting room. There weren’t enough seats for all of them to sit with Rooster and Maverick, so Hangman, Coyote and Phoenix decided to remain standing with their friends rather than finding somewhere else to sit.

“Have you gotten any updates?” Payback asks, looking over at Rooster as he shakes his head solemnly, glancing down at the floor.

“She’ll be alright, Bradshaw. That kid is a fighter. She’ll be back on her feet, kicking our asses in pool in no time.” Hangman says, his tone a lot gentler than anyone was used to hearing coming from him, but it was no secret that he held a soft spot for the youngest Bradshaw. Pretty much all of Dagger Squad had adopted you as their younger sister and they cared deeply for you so you being in hospital had all of them worried for you.

“Family of y/n Bradshaw?” The voice of a nurse has Rooster, Maverick and those of Dagger Squad who were sat down shooting out of their seats.

“I think just Rooster and Mav should go. They’ll fill us in.” Phoenix says, gesturing for everyone to sit down. Rooster and Maverick cross to the nurse, greeting him when they reach him. The nurse leads the two outside and to where a doctor was waiting. The doctor greets the two before bringing them into an office to have some privacy.

“They are just finishing treating y/n. She had some severe injuries when she came in. The car hit her side of the car, so we had to remove some glass and set some broken bones. She did suffer some head trauma so until she wakes up, we won’t know just how severe it is. We’ve moved her into a room, would you like me to take you up to her?” The doctor explains, reading through the charts on her clipboard before looking up at the two. Rooster nods while Maverick glances at Rooster.

“You go. I’ll let the others know what’s going on. Text me the room number when you’re there.” He says quietly, before turning and heading out of the office and into the waiting room to talk to Dagger Squad. Rooster follows the doctor to a lift and then follows her to your room where upon entry, more tears spring to his eyes at your state. Your left arm and leg were in a cast, and you had cuts and bruises littering your face and arms. Rooster pulled a chair up alongside your bed and took your right hand in his own, being mindful of the cannula in your hand. He was vaguely aware of the doctor letting herself out, but he didn’t remove his focus from you. He managed to force himself to take his eyes off you for but a moment so he could send Maverick your room number but the second his phone was off; his focus was back on you. He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest and listened to the repeated beeping from the heart monitor.

“I need you to pull through this, y/n/n.” He whispers to you, squeezing your hand for emphasis and despite the fact he knew you weren’t going to respond, it still crushed him.

As Maverick walked the hallway towards your hospital room, he kept praying in his head that you were going to make it. Maverick wasn’t a religious man, not by any means but if there was an afterlife or whatever people wanted to call it, Maverick had only two people in his mind he was praying to watch over you instead of any heavenly figure.

“Goose… Carole… you need to make sure y/n makes it. We can’t lose her too.” He mumbles to himself as he glances at the door numbers, still trying to find your room. When he locates your room, he enters and is greeted by the sight of Rooster sitting alongside your bed.

“The doctor caught all of us trying to come up to the room and said only two visitors at a time. We’ll take turns coming up here.” Maverick says gently, trying to bring some kind of comfort to Rooster. When Rooster doesn’t respond, Maverick pulls the other chair up alongside Rooster’s to be the support he needed right now.

Over the next day, Maverick and the rest of Dagger Squad would take it in turns being in the hospital room, not only to check on you but to make sure Rooster was okay. Everyone made sure to bring something to your hospital room, either something for you or something for your brother who hadn’t left your side. Hangman brought a bunch of flowers and left them on your bedside table. Bob brought a ‘get well soon’ card he got all of Dagger Squad to sign. Fanboy brought a teddy bear that sat alongside your flowers. Payback made sure to bring water for Rooster to drink while Phoenix would bring a meal from the hospital cafeteria up to him. She had attempted to bring in food from outside, but she got caught so had to resort to the hospital food. Maverick was always there for Rooster to talk to about whatever was worrying him. And every time Maverick approached the hospital room, he whispered a prayer up to Goose and Carole, asking them to watch over you.

On that evening you woke up, it was just you and Rooster in the room. You heard the beeping of the machines and gentle snoring before you opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the lights and the pounding in your head. You glanced to your side and saw your brother dozing lightly, his arms folded and his chin resting on his chest. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked exhausted so you attempted to sit up slightly but exhaled sharply at the sudden pain, causing Rooster’s eyes to fly open.

“y/n?” He questions, trying to figure out if he’s dreaming or if this is real.

“Hey, B.” You say, smiling tiredly.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, knowing it’s a stupid question but he needed to know.

“Rough. My head hurts. The light is too bright.” You grumble, squinting when you make the mistake of glancing towards the light. Without hesitation, Rooster gets up and turns the light off, plunging the room into almost complete darkness with the only light filtering in through your window being the setting sun. Just as Rooster sits down by your side, a nurse walks in.

“It’s nice to see you awake, y/n. I’m just going to check you over and see how you’re doing if that’s okay with you.” The nurse says as you nod slowly, not enjoying the pain the motion gave you.

“Is your head giving you pain?” She asks, glancing down to make a note.

“Yeah, the light hurts my eyes, and my head is just pounding.” You admit, knowing nothing good will come from lying.

“Okay, we’ll try putting you on some different pain meds. When you were being treated, your doctors didn’t find anything of concern with your head injury, but we’ll be monitoring you just to be safe. Do you have any pain anywhere else?” The nurse asks, looking back up at you.

“Only if I move.” You say, hating the way you’re forced to just lie on your back.

“Well, I can only suggest staying still.” The nurse teases lightly, bringing a small smile to your face.

“Is there any way I could sit up slightly? I hate lying on my back like this.” You ask the nurse, your eyes pleading.

“We can try and adjust your bed but if there’s any discomfort, I expect you to tell us immediately.” She says, moving to pick up the remote for your bed and easing the side your head was at up. You hold a hand up to stop her when you’re sat up enough to satisfy you. You were relieved that no pain flooded through you at the motion, and you settled further into the pillow.

“I’m just going to grab those meds for you, okay?” The nurse confirms and when she leaves, you turn your attention back to your brother.

“How are you doing, B? You look rough. And that’s saying something.” You laugh lightly, stopping when he doesn’t even crack a smile at your joke.

“Not the time for jokes, y/n. I was scared shitless.” He says, sighing slightly as he shakes his head, still reeling from the whole ordeal.

“It’s not like I got in this accident just to scare you, Bradley. I don’t want to be here any more than you do.” You say, Rooster remained silent. He was always like this when he was emotional. He would choose to remain silent and stoic so no one could see that things were getting to him. He would bottle it up until he reached a breaking point and you always tried to get him to talk to you about it so he wouldn’t explode.

“Bradley?” You ask, hoping to get some sort of response from your brother. As you open your mouth to press him again, the door swings open and the nurse enters again with some meds in her arms.

“Alright, I have something that should help with those headaches of yours. I’ll just hook it up for you.” The nurse says cheerfully, oblivious to the slight awkwardness between you and Rooster.

“Thank you.” You say as she finishes hooking everything up.

“You’re welcome. You should get some rest. You should think about leaving, sir.” The nurse says, addressing you and then turning to Rooster.

“No. I’m staying. If that’s okay.” He says quickly, the nurse looked slightly taken aback by Rooster’s outburst but ultimately nodded.

“Okay, you can stay. Would you like me to set up a bed for you?” She replies but Rooster just shakes his head thanking the nurse but informing her he’ll be fine where he is.

“Well just come and get me if you change your mind. I’ll leave you two be now.” She says with a smile before leaving. When she’s gone you turn your head to look at your brother.

“I agree with the nurse. You should get some rest.” Rooster says as you nod slightly, feeling minor tiredness creeping up on you and you could only guess it was because of the meds.

“Only if you get some rest too. Something’s telling me you’ve slept a grand total of ten minutes since you got here.” You say and you could tell from his expression that you hit the nail right on the head.

“I’ll be fine, kid.” He says dismissively once he collects himself.

“But you won’t be if you don’t rest. You need to rest. So why won’t you?” You ask, the worry and confusion on your face making Rooster’s expression soften, he didn’t want to upset you.

“I’m just scared.” He admits, lowing his head in embarrassment and fixing his eyes on his lap.

“Scared of what?” You press gently, sitting up slightly, ignoring the small spark of pain that shoots through you.

“I’m scared that if I close my eyes, something might happen to you.” He manages to say, blinking the tears away and still not daring to look up at you.

“Look at me, B.” Your gentle voice encourages, wanting to do nothing more than to comfort your brother. He’d always been there for you growing up, so you wanted to return the favour.

“I’m not saying goodbye this soon. I’m going to be fine tonight. I got my big brother by my side and that’s all I need. I’ll be okay.” You say, a soft smile on your face as you grab his hand. Your smile widened when your brother finally looked up and made eye contact with you.

“I’ll be fine.” You repeat, squeezing his hand lightly as he nods carefully.

“Promise you’ll wake me up if anything happens.” He asks, and you hum in acknowledgement.

“If I wake up with even the slightest amount of pain, I’ll let you know. Promise.” You say, watching as a small smile finally graces your brother's face.

“Thank you. Now, get some rest y/n/n.” He says as you yawn and settle back on the pillows.

“You better get some rest too otherwise I’ll kick your ass.” You mumble, letting your eyes close as Rooster lets out a soft laugh.

“I promise I’ll get some rest. I love you, y/n/n.” He replies, smiling as you snuggle into the pillow.

“I love you too, B.” You mutter before allowing sleep to beckon you. Your breaths becoming slow and deep within seconds. Rooster watches you for a minute before folding his arms and resting his chin against his chest once more and allowing his tired eyes to close, welcoming sleep as it comes.

Rooster was awoken the next morning by all his friends entering and when he looked over at them confused, they were quick to explain.

“The nurse let us all come up. We must’ve bugged them so much yesterday that they just gave in this morning.” Fanboy explains, a shit-eating grin on his face that the naval aviators were able to get what they wanted.

“How’s she doing?” Phoenix asks, looking from where you were laid asleep peacefully to where Rooster was sat, handing him a granola bar to eat.

“She woke up last night. She’s doing okay.” Rooster says with a smile, feeling well rested and more optimistic. The news made everyone start chattering excitedly despite Maverick, Rooster, and Bob’s attempts to keep them quiet.

“Guys, come on she’s still asleep.” Bob pleads, feeling bad that the entire group has burst in and started making a racket.

“I was asleep until Fanboy started talking. His inside voice is any normal person’s outside voice.” Your tired voice has every head snapping to look at you as you peel your eyes open and smile.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Maverick asks, approaching your bedside and brushing a loose piece of hair away from your face.

“Feeling good, Mav.” You say, grinning up at your godfather as he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away to allow the others to say hi.

“You’re one tough kid aren’t you, Bradshaw?” Hangman teases, ruffling your hair as you laugh, swatting at his hand.

“Sorry, Jake. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You fire back as he shakes his head, chuckling before the others push him aside to talk to you. You spent time talking to all the members of Dagger Squad as Maverick and Rooster watched on with a fond smile as you asked the team to sign either the cast on your arm or leg. Both Rooster and Maverick were overjoyed that you were doing better, and they could hope that you’d be able to come home soon and that you’d be back to doing the things you love.

Bradley Bradshaw had already lost so much in his life so the time you were unconscious in the hospital bed were the most painful hours of his life. Wondering if he was about to add his little sister to the list of people he’s lost in his lifetime. He’d never been so relieved to see you awake in his life when you finally did. He vowed from that moment on that he was never going to take any moments with any of his loved ones for granted. He wanted to appreciate every moment he had with those he cared for in case something like this happened again. But for now, instead of dwelling on what could have been, he found himself smiling at the fact you’d be around to be his pain in the ass baby sister a bit longer.

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