#im gonna fuck off for a few weeks since my break is over
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18+ / mdi
content: bff'sbrother!jungkook, softdom!jungkook, enemies2lovers-ish, he's a lil annoying in this, angst, mentions of rejection, one-sided crush, afab reader, smut, fingering, dry humping, penetrative sex, overstimulation (kinda), etc.
wc: 4076
a/n: another jk fic bc im taking time off work and have nothing to do</3 this went longer than anticipated lol sorry
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"what are you doing here?", grumbled the man as soon as he opened the door and spotted you on the other side of it.
"can you get out of the way? i'm obviously here for minji."
"she doesn't get here til tomorrow," he responded, though still moving out of the way to let you in.
you were about to snark at him again when he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening when they made contact with the suitcases you were struggling to drag behind you, "why are you carrying suitcases? fuck, don't tell me you're staying here," he grabbed onto one, stopping your movements.
"yes, jungkook. minji told me i could crash here for spring break. what's it to you? your house is big enough. just ignore my presence," you attempted to move your suitcases again, knowing you'd receive no help from the boy even if you asked.
"so you're here to ruin my break?" the complaints were never ending despite having entered the home only mere moments ago.
"stop being a child and get out of my way," you grumbled when the idiot refused to remove his hand from the handle of your suitcase.
he let out a heavy sigh, scrunching his eyes closed in annoyance before speaking again, "okay, move. i'll bring your shit upstairs."
"no, i can-"
"you can't carry all this upstairs. my mom's gonna be mad if i don't offer to help you. just let go," he muttered, pushing your hands away and somehow lifting both suitcases at once as he walked towards the stairs.
without any energy to argue with him, you just followed him upstairs, annoyed he insisted to pretend to do you a favor.
"are your parents home?", you asked, confused as to why he had been the one to open the door.
"no, they went out of town this weekend. they should be here tonight."
"why are you here?"
you knew this was his home, but it was a valid question. this had been the third time you'd spent some sort of school break at minji's house, yet jungkook had never been there during the duration of it, usually only popping up for a day or two by the end of each break.
"you mean in my house?", he chuckled sarcastically.
"you're never here- you know what i meant."
"didn't have any plans this time. why? am i ruining your break?"
the two of you finally made it to the extra guest room in minji's house, with jungkook settling your stuff on the bed and uncharacteristically taking a seat on it, as if planning to hang around. you ignored the thought and went to open your suitcase, planning to unpack a few of the things since you'd be staying for over a week.
"yeah," you deadpanned.
he scoffed, "not like i wanna spend my break with you either, princess."
groaning, you threw a folded shirt at him, "ew, i told you not to call me that."
seemingly pleased at having annoyed you, he chuckled and picked up the shirt you threw, folding it and placing it on the bed. he continued to occasionally grab one thing or another as you unpacked. you always knew jungkook to be quite fidgety, so you didn't question him grabbing your stuff to entertain himself as you unpacked.
jungkook wordlessly stayed on your bed as you went around the room organizing your stuff, attempting to ignore his presence but not entirely able to. you were willing to retain peace without complaining, but then he started making noise.
you usually didn't care for his presence too much, even as badly as the two of you got along, but the constant humming quickly got on your nerves. he hummed and hummed and did not stop even as ten minutes passed by, still taking stuff from your suitcase to fidget with. currently he was entertaining himself with a random shoe.
"jungkook! why are you still here?", you suddenly snapped, confused as to why he'd been sitting on your bed with a blank look on his face despite usually being liberal in expressing his dislike for you.
he looked at you for a few moments, no emotion on his face before speaking up.
"why don't we get along?"
"what?"
"you heard me. why don't we get along? you've been friends with my sister since childhood, but you've always hated me. why?"
"you started it," you murmured, taking the shoe he currently had in his hold and turning around to place it somewhere else.
he got up, walking over to you and turning you around by your shoulders and taking the shoe from you again, "i started it? what are you talking about? you've been rude to me since the seventh grade. i've just been returning the favor."
sighing in frustration, you grabbed shook his hands off your shoulders and stubbornly grabbed the shoe again, "why do you think that is, jungkook?"
a confused look overtook his face at your insinuation of your relationship being his fault, clearly not remembering what you were referring to.
"wha-what are you talking about?"
"god, you're such a dumbass sometimes. i mean, i assumed you didn't remember, but to have confirmation of it just kinda sucks," you chuckled bitterly.
he grabbed onto your shoulders again when you tried to walk past him, "tell me what you're talking about," he insisted.
for the most part, you didn't want to. you still felt embarrassed thinking about it, even if it had been over a decade since it had happened. to know he really didn't remember the source of your dislike for him also didn't really help matters. it just frustrated you at his presence even more.
through the years you had learned not to take the mutual banter too seriously. it was mostly lighthearted, to be honest. but any time you thought back to how it had started, you became beyond angry at the boy who was seemingly nice too all those he knew but you. sure, you had technically been the one to source this animosity, but he bad been the instigator of it after all.
you had been nine years old at the time, having recently moved into town and befriended minji. she had been your salvation, becoming instantly interested in being your friend despite you being brand new. you became quick friends, hanging out inside and outside school almost every day.
minji had the good fortune of being extremely close to her family, which allowed you to bond with them quite a lot. that was when you met her older brother, one of her favorite people in the world.
jungkook had been pure perfection in your young eyes, seeing him as unattainable at the young age of nine. he was two years your senior, which made you come to the quick realization that your crush would remain one-sided forever. except this didn't stop your naive heart to read into his nice demeanor and wishfully believe that maybe he'd like you back.
you crushed on him silently for three years, even coming to befriend him in the process. you wouldn't see him too often, but it was always nice when you did, always getting along quite well. this continued up until you hit twelve years of age, your tweenhood years. unfortunately, jungkook was now into his teens, meaning that he followed the footprints of every other man and had a short-lived phase where he was a bit insensitive to girls his age.
being completely delusional and being on your way to graduate middle school, you took a leap, deciding to invite jungkook as your date to your middle school prom. you had thought you read all the signs right, thinking that even if he rejected you, he'd still be nice enough to go with you as a friend. your hopes were completely crushed when he turned you down with zero hesitance, even patronizing you in the process.
the worst part of it all came later, when you were first entering high school. somehow a few of his friends had gotten word of the situation, dubbing you as desperate and obsessed with him. although the rumors died pretty quickly, and you were able to feign indifference to jungkook and everyone else, the seed of hate began to grow in you. little by little, you stopped speaking to jungkook altogether, eventually coming to proudly dislike him. despite minji's constant questioning about your change in demeanor towards her brother, you never told, not wanting any drift to be caused between you and minji, nor her and her brother.
the gradual change in your feelings for jungkook had been so natural that it made sense for him to not remember the source of the current state of your relationship. he had caught on naturally, simply bantering back with you whenever you gave him attitude. it was likely that he believed it all to be lighthearted at first, eventually becoming accustomed enough to it to not question it.
and now you were here, having to explain a stupid childhood heartbreak to the perpetrator of it all as he stared down at you in absolute wonder.
"eighth grade, jungkook. remember?"
he shook his head in confusion, his eyes still wide as his brain wracked itself to remember.
"the dance?"
"the dance? what dan- oh! the- the dance? that's it?"
'that's it'?
he mustve caught the look of annoyance in your face, as he quickly went to retract himself.
"fuck, wait. i didn't mean it like that, just- is that why you hate me? because i said no to you?"
you took a step away from him again, still frustrated, but his arms remained on your shoulders so you would keep looking right at him. it was awkward and extremely uncomfortable considering the context, but you didn't move away.
"it wasn't just that, jungkook," you started, "was it that horrible of a thought to go to the dance with me? i was twelve, you couldve been nicer about it. and to tell your friends about it? i was mocked for weeks after that. and now you wanna act like this is my fault? like ive just been mean to you for no reason?", you scoffed, looking at your feet in favor of not having to look at him.
"wait, who ... who made fun of you? i- i never told anyone what happened. why would i do that?"
"jungkook, stop. taehyung? jimin? they wouldn't stop bringing it up for weeks. it died down after a while, but i was already humiliated."
he shook his head and denial, seemingly at himself. finally letting go of you, he sat back on the bed, look of confusion still on his face before a lightbulb metaphorically manifested itself above his head.
"oh fuck," he muttered, "i- i remember now, but it didn't go down the way you think, okay? let me explain."
you crossed your arms and nodded, signaling for him to continue.
he uncrossed his arms, running them through his hair in a frustrated fashion before he began to explain, oddly passionate as he did so, "i told them right after it happened. i felt so bad for saying no to you, they noticed how down i was about it and asked. i swear i didnt say anything bad. fuck, i never knew they teased you about it, im so sorry," he rambled, "and i didnt- i didnt mean to make you feel bad when i said no. you're my sister's best friend and- and you were so young. i know it doesnt matter anymore, but saying yes felt wrong. it felt like id be taking advantage of you somehow."
"jungkook-"
"if it makes you feel better," he hesitated before continuing, "i, uh, i kinda had a crush on you when we were 17. i- i was going to ask you to my prom, but you picked a fight with me that day and told me to get the fuck out. thats, that's kinda when i started to hate you back," he smiled awkwardly towards the end.
that took you for a bit of a loop. you weren't a heartless asshole. it wasnt like you meant to hurt him through your dislike of him, but rather protect yourself from further rejection. it made you feel bad to know that you'd somewhat done a similar thing to him at some point, even verbally berating him time after time when his intentions hadn't been malicious.
"are you serious?"
"do you really hate me? for what i did, i mean," he interrupted.
did you? for the most part, you had just grown far too used to your animosity with jungkook. due to your own mean behavior towards him, he became equally as rude, creating a vicious cycle of disrespect between the two of you. but did you hate him?
the answer was probably not.
if you did, your heart wouldn't have jumped at the mention of him having had a crush on you back when you were seventeen.
"no, i don't hate you. do you?"
he turned to you, shaking his head, "of course not," he confirmed, "do you wanna start over?", he asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to you.
you couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden proposal. you also couldnt help in nodding in agreement, confirming that yes, you'd be willing to put aside a petty middle school misunderstanding in favor of starting over.
then he opened his arms, gesturing for a hug before asking for permission for one, "hug?"
wordlessly, you accepted the offer of a friendly hug, reasoning that it was only natural considering how touchy he was with everyone other than yourself.
when you went to pull away, his arms tightened around you, head burying itself further into your hair, "just a little longer," he murmured.
with no reason to deny him, you wrapped your arms around him once more, only letting go when he started to slowly pull away.
that's when you made the mistake of looking up at him as he attempted to make himself let go of you.
seemingly, he had made the same mistake, now locking eyes with you at a proximity far too close for two people who hated each other just mere minutes ago. stupidly enough, your eyes predictably went down to his lips, not realizing his own had done the same. the only difference was that he was far more daring than you, allowing his lips to lower down onto yours and envelop them in a soft kiss.
greedy hands dug into your hips before making their way to your waist, holding you as close to him as he could. your own hands wrapped around his shoulders, moving to play with his hair as soon as the kiss turned more heated.
moaning against him, he pulled away for a second, still keeping his lips entirely too close to your own as he breathed through his nose to calm himself down. the following kiss was even more harrowing, causing you to take a step back due to the sheer force of it. he walked you back, pressing you up against the nearest wall as he took advantage of being able to crowd you, allowing his hands to get a feel of your body as you kissed.
despite how pathetically you followed his lips, he still pulled away, throwing his shirt off before going back to kissing you, letting his hands wander underneath your own shirt as he did so. his hands dug deep under your shirt, feeling up your bare breasts and groaning at the lack of bra.
gradually, his lips made their way to your ear and then down your neck, murmuring against your skin.
"fuck, so fucking pretty ... and so needy for me, huh? sound so good moaning for me like that," he breathed against you.
you burned up, embarrassed by how easily he had an effect on you, but you still let him do whatever he wanted, knowing that nothing you did would prevent your body from wanting his touch.
throwing off your shirt, his lips trailed down even further south, latching onto your nipples and groaning into your skin at the way you arched your body, pressing up even closer to him.
but suddenly there was a shift.
jungkook halted his movements, making his way back up to your lips and locking them with his own in a heavy and greedy kiss, resulting in a lack of breath from both of you. against your lips, he whispered something that made your knees buckle.
"i'm gonna pay you back for all those times you were mean to me, baby," his lips moved to your ear, chuckling at your anticipatory shudder, "gonna do whatever i want with this pretty body, yeah?"
nodding pathetically, you gave way for him to do anything he wanted. already drenched, there was no way you could possibly formulate any words that didn't come out as an embarrassing whine. he seemed to enjoy this too, holding a pleased smirk in his face as he easily dragged you over to the bed, pushing off your suitcase and dropping you on it with a bounce.
before you could even think, jungkook had already thrown off his shoes and undone his pants, his hands coming to do the same to you. your shaky hands attempted to help him, but he simply tsk'd at you, letting you know that he'd take care of everything tonight. everything, he emphasized.
"oh, fuck," he groaned once you were fully nude, "this is all mine now, yeah? fuck, been waiting for years for you to stop being a brat and let me have this pretty body all to myself," he kissed your lips between each sentence, "might lose control at how gorgeous and mine it is ..." he murmured as his hands took their rightful place exploring your body.
"kook-" you whined, already wanting him to do something – anything.
"shh, baby," he coo'd, "i'm gonna do whatever i want. and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay? gonna behave for me for once."
fully crawling on top of you, jungkook went back to making out with you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began humping against your already soaked cunt.
groaning, he pulled away for a second in favor of nibbling softly at your lip, "oh, this pretty pussy's so fucking soaked already ... thought you hated me, baby, what happened?" he chuckled darkly, giving you no room to answer before shoving his tongue in your mouth.
just as his tongue attempted to suck all air out of you, his hand suddenly snuck between your bodies, finding your cunt with ease and beginning to drag his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you want you needed.
"pretty fucking pussy," he murmured, "gonna play with your clit now, baby. it's gonna cry for me by the time im done."
his fingers found your clit almost immediately, taking turns in rubbing teasing circles over it and hammering in and out of your cunt. he swallowed every single moan, groaning against your lips any time your cries went so high they went straight to his cock.
"that good, pretty? so good that you have to cry for more? oh, baby. you're so lucky this pussy's so fucking cute. lucky i cant control myself around you ..."
"f-faster, please ..."
"faster? oh, like this?", his fingers slowed down drastically, barely stimulating you at all as you cried and clawed at his back, whining for more than he seemed willing to give you.
"n-no! please, just- just wanna cum, kookie. please?"
his fingers curled entirely too well at your cry of his nickname, even making him groan when he felt your own reaction to his fingers. it was clear he liked you crying out for him, so the more you did it, the more of his fingers he gave you, leading you to the verge of an orgasm.
afraid he'd try and deny you just for sadistic means, you cried for him prematurely, begging him to let you cum.
"kookie, p-please, please let me cum, i-i'll do anything. i'll give you anything, just, fuck, please!"
there was not a single care in you about how pathetic and out of character you sounded, not when jungkook's wasnt faring any better at the effect your desperation had on him.
"cum. cum for me, baby. wanna feel that cunt cream around my fingers so i can fill it back up with my own, okay? be good for me and- fuck, and cum ..." as much as he wanted to be in charge and show a dominant side to him, your cunt just kept dragging his fingers back in, making him feel a carnal need to steal your orgasm all for himself and many others after this one.
your hand wrapped around his free wrist, needing it as support as an otherworldly orgasm took over you. back arching and eyes rolling back, you became a sight that jungkook had only ever seen in his most depraved of dreams about you. he was surprised at his cock not bursting upon such an arousing view, making him realize that he needed to fuck you as soon as posible before losing his mind.
despite talking you through your orgasm, jungkook still gave you no time to recover before shoving his tongue in your mouth and grabbing his dick to drag up and down your sensitive folds.
crying against him, you attempted to push him away at first, feeling too sensitive for immediate stimulation, but your body gave up quickly after, melting into the overload of pleasure. tears crowded in your eyes, but your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, needing more of that pressure against your cunt.
taking the hint and far too horny to drag this out any longer, he pushed inside you, groaning against you at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your warmth.
"it's so fucking wet ... oh, fuck. you wanted this so bad, didnt you, baby? fucking soaked and just pulling me in ... it's so- so tight n warm n perfect for me," he babbled, lost in pleasure.
jungkook's hips were restless against yours, an insatiable desire to chase for his pleasure taking over him as the sound of skin slapping made him dizzy. the occasional babble accompanied by a pitiful hiccup that came out of you did not help his situation, making him fear that he might cum before you.
"let- let me just get my finger there- yeah, fuck. just gonna rub that tiny little clit, okay? shit, you just tightened around my cock so fucking good ..." he groaned, thumb circling your clit to accelerate your orgasm.
"g-gonna, fuck, gonna cum ... p-please ... with me? cum with me?" you begged, barely able to get a single coherent word out while jungkook showed no mercy against you.
nodding, he kissed you, promising he'd cum – begging you to cum. counting you down, he whispered against your ear while his hips stuttered messily against your own, now completely overtaken by both yours and his orgasm.
the sounds shared between the two of you were nothing short of shameful, consisting of whines and cries filled with desperation. it was a depraved scene only meant for the two of you to enjoy.
pulling out of you proved to be a challenge, as jungkook would happily remained inside you until his last breath, but the thought of holding you innocently in his arms as you caught your breath was something he did not want to miss out on.
and so he held you against him, crowding your face against his chest so you could lay your head right by his heart.
"that was-"
"yeah," he breathed with a chuckle before turning to you with a boyish smile on his face, "i have a confession to make."
you turned around too, unable to not match his smile, "what is it?"
"i lied earlier. i, uh, i did like you when you were seventeen, but ... i kinda still like you."
it was impossible not to feel your face warm up at this, scrunching up your nose at how cutely he had confessed, "what if i said it was mutual?"
his smile somehow got bigger at that, "then i'd say i'm gonna have to steal you away from my sister," he pulled you into his chest again, enjoying the vibrations of your laugh.
a/n: this was rushed and not proofread sorry</3
#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts x reader#bts imagine#bts oneshot#bts scenario#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#jungkook scenarios#jungkook imagine#jungkook smut
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HII! can we get more bully pleeeaseee!!!! like maybe reader (any gender) finding his phone and seeing cute/weird stuff of them on it??? how would they react and what would bully do about it??? also love your work!!!!
argaggragrgagrargagragrgag its been a while since ive made a purely Bully fic, also sorry for the long break, i still had shit to work out after my vacation but im back now!! Sorry this is a bit short, but I do have another boy in the works!
Yandere!Bully x GN Reader pt.3
🖤 It's been a few weeks since you and Adrian started dating and it's not much different from what you put up with other than more affectionate touches and kissing.
🖤 He'd do stuff like take your school books and raise them up high enough so you can't reach them and only give it back if you give him a kiss.
🖤 He makes you skip classes with him by trapping you in a bear hug in the furthest parts of the library so no one will catch you guys cutting class.
🖤 He's much much more protective of you as well, glaring at people who look at you for a bit too long and keeping you close no matter what.
🖤 If you tell him to stop he can and will guilttrip you with whining and kisses.
🖤 "C'mon baby he was lookin at you funny! You know I don't like sharing~" you have to pry him off in order to get your homework done.
🖤 Sometimes he even comes home with you, staying over even after dinner to be with you.
🖤 Yes he met your parents, and he's surprisingly respectful and behaved when he's with them.
🖤 But alone with you in your room? Hell nah.
🖤 You're finishing up the last of your homework while Adrian was on the bed playing with one of the stuffed toys on your bed.
🖤 "Hey babes, gonna use the bathroom real quick!" You hear him get up and he peppers your cheek and neck with kisses before going off to the bathroom.
🖤 You continue your work until you notice his phone vibrating. His lock screen opens showing some notification from his friend but something else catches your eye.
🖤 His wallpaper was a photo of you on one of your dates playing with a cat you two found at the park.
🖤 You pick up his phone and stare at the picture, you don't remember him taking this..
🖤 The flushing of a toilet is heard and Adrian comes out of the bathroom and stops in his tracks when he sees you on his phone.
🖤 "...I'm your wallpaper?"
🖤 "Yeah, duh.."
🖤 "What do you mean duh??"
🖤 "Of course you're my wallpaper baby! Who else would be on there?"
🖤 "I don't know...Batman?"
🖤 "Yeah well Batman isn't my fucking partner ok? Robin's his partner!.."
🖤 He's such a dork..
🖤 You laugh and open your arms for a hug, he huffs, pouting a little as he goes to cuddle you close, kissing your neck as he takes his phone from you.
🖤 "When did you take that photo?" I laugh.
🖤 "I take tons of photos of you hun..."
🖤 "...wait what?"
🖤 "What?.."
#yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x reader#male yandere#oc yandere#yandere male#yandere oc#yandere x male reader#tw yandere#x reader#yandere x you#x male reader#female reader#x female reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#bully x reader#yandere bully#yandere x darling#yandere writing#oc x reader#male reader#x gn reader#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere thoughts
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INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 6: girl at home.
New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.
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PAIRING — Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.
SUMMARY — Baela takes the group to a costume party where you finally meet a guy that seems decent enough to date. Oh, how wrong you were.
TAGS — cheating, mentions of blood, aegon being... protective(?, cursing, a tiny bit of angst but it's barely there, hints to family issues, mentions of sex, mentions of violence/fighting, sexual tension(?, alcohol consumption, hospitals, mentions of medicines. If something is missing, let me know!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE — this turned out to be longer than i expected, so im sorry for that💀 but at least is a gift to you for taking so much time to update, so please enjoy it!! REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!
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A comfortable silence ruled during breakfast, only being interrupted by the faded voice of the news reporter on the TV across the living room. Aegon was by your side, staring at his phone and enjoying his first morning after a night of sleep; he had changed his work shift after the ‘Ceryse accident’, being too embarrassed to share the same space with her after what happened.
He still hasn't been able to adapt his body to the new sleeping schedule, and probably that was the reason behind the dark circles around his eyes. You were about to ask him about how he was doing and if he had managed to sleep at least a few hours, but a cell phone started to ring causing all the attention to go towards Baela, who quickly stood up and excused herself before picking up. Four pairs of curious eyes followed her down the hallway until she was out of sight.
“It's been a week,” Aegon suddenly murmured in your direction, picking some of his cereal with the spoon and filling his mouth with it. “If she's gonna live here with us you gotta tell me. I need to be prepared.”
“She's not gonna live with us.” As you spoke, you involuntarily rolled your eyes at his comment. “She'll kick Garett out of her apartment, she told me she will leave on Monday.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Jace suddenly interrupted.
“She's telling me when her friend will finally leave,” Aegon replied before you could do it.
“She will leave?” the brunette asked with a saddened tone in his voice, almost sounding disappointed.
“Well, do you expect her to live with us? Fuck no,” The man on your side answered again, and you sighed, tiredly.
“She's gonna break up with her boyfriend — thank god, and then she'll return to her apartment,” you explained in simple words, not wanting to give extra information.
“What do you mean by ‘thank god’?” Jace’s deep brown eyes were curiously staring at you.
“Let's just say I'm happy it's over,” you shrugged. “After everything he'd done…”
“What had he done?” He questioned again.
“I don't think I should be the one talking about that, Jace,” you cut him off before he made any more questions. “You can talk to her, you know? Ask her what she’s been up to lately… maybe indulge in a conversation like normal people do. Ever since she arrived you've barely spoken to her, what's up with that?”
“Believe me, I tried,” he sighed, defeated. “But she looks at me and I forget every single word,” he shyly confessed.
“What’s your thing with her anyway?” Aemond interrupted, finally being part of the conversation after minutes of pure silence.
“He lost his virginity with her,” Aegon suddenly replied before Jace, who gave him a shocked look.
Your mouth dropped, “You knew?”
“Of course, I knew,” he shrugged. “He asked me for advice.”
“Aegon!” Jace scolded him. “That was between us, it was a secret!”
“Well, not anymore.”
“Gods, how did you manage to do that?” Aemond’s shock was reflected on his face as he turned to see his nephew, whose cheeks were covered with a pink tone.
“I don’t know…” Jace’s forehead soon was pressed against the table as he groaned, pitying himself.
“If you did it once then you can do it again!” you said in a failed attempt to give him support.
“I’m an idiot,” he mumbled.
“On that much, we agree, dear nephew,” Aemond added.
Aegon scoffed. “Who are you to talk? Ever since Alys dumped you, you haven't even gone partying anymore. You used to be a slut, now you're like a grumpy, old man who suffers from erectile dysfunction or something like that.”
“Shut up,” his brother muttered, annoyed. “I've been busy. I have a job, you know? A grown man’s job.”
“Being Rhaenyra’s secretary,” he reminded him, mockingly. “Does she make you wear a tube skirt and glasses while you prepare her coffee?” he teased him.
“At least she thought I was good enough to give me a job,” he snapped back. One single glance at your side made you realize that it was a hard punch for him; Aegon's jaw tensed.
“Alright,” you stepped in, giving an awkward look at Jace, who just cleared his throat. “This got out of hand very quickly…”
The silence that now fell in the room was not quite as comfortable as it was before. Aemond had returned his attention to his breakfast oatmeal, while Aegon started to tap his fingers around the half-empty bowl of cereal. Jace was already used to these little fights between them, and he had warned you about them - telling you that Aemond would usually be the one who says the last word. You felt a tightness in your chest when you noticed how Aegon was bouncing his leg, anxiously.
A few seconds later, Baela returned to the dining room with a mischievous smile drawn on her face. You were grateful because now the awkwardness that had arrived in the room quickly faded away once her presence was acknowledged by everyone.
“We've been invited to a costume party!” Baela announced, excitedly. You tried to match her emotion but failed. “We have to go. It'll be fun! You'll finally get a break from all those papers you're forced to read…”
“When is it?” you asked.
“Today, at 10 pm.”
“Today?! Are you kidding? Where are we supposed to find costumes?”
“Babe, it's 11 am on a Saturday, we can go around downtown and find something to rent,” she proposed, sitting back in the chair at the head of the table. “Come on! The guys can come too if they want!”
“Yes-”
“-No”
Jace and Aegon shared a bad look after they spoke at the same time. Almost involuntarily, you turned to glance at the eldest while his nephew seemed to be sending daggers in his direction; he didn't care.
“Why don't you want to go?” you asked.
“Because I don't want to,” he simply responded. “Besides, my shift now ends at 9 pm, which means I'd have like an hour to change and do all that crap. Also, I don't have a costume, so fuck it.”
“It's free booze, Aegon,” Jace added, in a desperate attempt to make him say yes. “You love free alcohol!”
“No way,” he said as he shook his head. “I won't go.”
“I will go,” Aemond entered the conversation once again.
“Wow. You're finally taking off that stick on your ass, huh?” Aegon jested.
“Don’t be a bummer, Aegon,” his brother quickly replied, rolling his eye.
Aegon scoffed, “I can’t believe you’re the one saying that to me…”
“You’re the only one who doesn’t want to go,” you pointed out, interrupting the discussion before it got worse.
“Yeah, and for a good reason.”
“Which is…?”
“I hate costumes.”
“Well, if Aegon doesn’t want to go, then he can stay here,” Baela interrupted while rolling her eyes, a bit annoyed. “Don’t force him.”
“Finally something coherent came out of your mouth. Thank you, Bella!” Aegon said.
“Oh, gods, shut up,” she mumbled.
You sighed defeated as everyone returned their attention to their food, because –for some reason– you wanted him there with you. You wanted to spend a moment with him again, like the one you had in your room just a few days ago. It was probably nothing, or maybe the desperate need to know more of him. However, after the three months you've been living with him, you came to realize that he was extremely stubborn, and it was nearly impossible to convince him to do something he didn't want to do. You just let it go.
Another time will come, you said to yourself.
As they started to finish their breakfast, everyone stood up from the table and went to their rooms to start planning their last-minute costumes for the party. You, instead, decided to stay there a bit longer, being Aegon's company as he was finishing his second portion of cereal.
“You can go if you want, it's my turn to wash the dishes anyway,” he spoke with his mouth full. You softly chuckled to see how strangely cute he looked like that.
“Nah, it’s fine,” you shrugged. “I have nothing to do and I guess there's gonna be a long waiting list for the shower, so…” There was a small pause before you spoke again. “Are you okay?”
He frowned at you, “what?”
“It's just- I saw how you reacted when Aemond said that thing about your sister,” you shrugged. “I just want to make sure you're okay after that. It was a bit mean.”
“Fuck him, I don't care what he says. I learned to not listen to that stupid shit,” he mumbles.
“But why-”
“What are you going to wear?” he suddenly asked, interrupting you. You pressed your lips in a thin line, knowing that he asked the question so he would have a way out from the prior conversation - you didn't push it any further.
“I don't know. Guess I'll have to see the options. Any recommendations?”
He stopped for a second, pretending to be thinking. “Maybe Barney, it fits with your sex appeal.”
Before you allowed yourself to laugh at his teasing, your hand fell on his arm, playfully smacking his pale skin. He chuckled, jokingly complaining about it. You rolled your eyes.
“I was joking,” he said while trying to hide his smile. “I was actually thinking about Baby Bop because-”
“Alright, bye.” You stood up, picking your dirty dishes and taking them to the sink. “Remember to wash the dishes.” You reminded him, hiding the smile on your face from him.
“I will, Baby Bop,” he joked again.
“Shut up!”
Part of you felt slightly ridiculous with the costume you were wearing. Dorothy's dress was the only one that was available in your size, and in such a hurry you didn't have time to keep lurking in other places for a better option. It was done, and while Baela looked absolutely gorgeous in her Catwoman bodysuit, you were there, looking at yourself in the mirror and feeling embarrassed.
While everyone was waiting for you - ready to go, you took one last glance at your sparkling, red shoes before taking a deep breath and walking out of your bedroom. Your steps were slow and doubtful - too self-conscious to feel confident in your outfit.
Once you arrived in the next room, you saw Jace dressed like a prince with a golden, plastic crown lying on top of his curls. What you didn't expect was to see Aegon there. Wearing a costume too.
It was a big surprise to see him sitting on the couch dressed as the scarecrow from Wizard of Oz - you couldn't help but smile at the coincidence; both of you involuntarily wearing matching outfits. His eyes, however, lacked any happiness - looking as if someone had forced him to wear such ridiculous clothing; bored and pissed. Seeing him like that made you feel less self-conscious about your own clothes. You were relieved.
Aegon's eyes fell upon your frame, and you felt something inside your gut that brought a subtle heat to your cheeks. You were playing nervously with the hem of your dress as he unconsciously smiled at you. For whatever reason, that gesture made your knees weak.
“Oh my! How cute you look!” Baela interrupted the moment, approaching you with quick steps. When she reached your side, she grabbed your hand and forced you to twirl around, showing off your costume and making you giggle nervously. “And look at that- what a coincidence! you're matching with Aegon..” Her tone was easily recognizable; playful and humorous.
“It's the only one they had in the store for less than fifty golden dragons,” Aegon muttered. He stood up from the couch, walking closer to you.
He stared at you, up and down. There was nothing on his face that could show you what he was thinking at the moment - it was almost a blank stare. You thought he was about to make a quick remark mocking your choice of clothes, but instead, he just nodded and in a soft, but shy, tone he said: “You look really pretty.”
A smile was drawn on your lips. “Thank you,” you mumbled.
“A Baby Bop costume would've fit better, but I guess Dorothy is also a good option.” You laughed at his words, and he laughed too.
“So you're going, huh? Who convinced you?”
“Let’s just say that Jacaerys really wants me there,” he breathed out, using that same unbothered tone as always. “He's desperate to have your friend back.”
“He definitely is,” you nodded in agreement. “Well, it'll be nice to have your company tonight.”
The moment was interrupted once Aemond joined the group. He was wearing his eyepatch, a loose, white shirt and some tight, leather pants. The strong smell of his cologne invaded the place, his hair was as shiny as usual and he was smearing some kind of cream all over his hands. “Are we ready to go?” He asked.
“What are you supposed to be?” Jace stepped in.
Aemond looked down at his outfit. “I’m a pirate” he said, as if it was blatantly obvious.
“It’s not a costume if you use it every day, Aemond,” Aegon mocked him. “It’s just clothes.”
“Shut up,” his younger brother grunted. “At least I don't look like a pile of straw.”
“Oh Gods!” You interrupted, exasperated with the two of them. “You two are literally kids. Just shut up and let’s get going.”
The room fell into silence while you went to pick up your car keys and your bag. A single gesture from you and they started to walk in a line out of the loft. Once everyone was out, you made sure everything was locked.
“I ask for the passenger seat,” Aegon said behind your back.
“Fuck off, that’s my seat,” Baela argued.
It was going to be one hell of a night.
Aegon complained the whole way there - he had lost in a match of rock, paper scissors against Baela which led him to be seated in the backseat between Aemond and Jace. Baela's mockery did not help to calm him down.
Once you arrived, you parked in the street and immediately saw the enormous house; it was overly packed. Whoever invited Baela to the party must have a pocket filled with cash - it was a modern house, surrounded by huge windows that had you wondering where was the privacy of that house, and how could anyone be able to afford such a mansion in today's economy?
The group walked up the stairs towards the big entrance, already smelling the weed and cigarette smoke that invaded the whole place. The front yard was a mess - the green grass was covered with red plastic cups and empty beer bottles. Aegon groaned by your side as he noticed this thing, and when he realized that the situation inside the house didn't get better he cursed under his breath.
“I'm gonna go and find something to drink,” Baela announced.
“Let me go with you,” Jace said, loudly enough so she would hear.
Baela smiled, grabbed his hand and took him with her until they were out of your sight.
“I think I'm gonna go to the backyard,” Aemond said, looking slightly disgusted. “There's too many sweaty people here.”
Before either of you could stop him, he left you both right in the middle of the party. You turned around, looking at Aegon with a smile, but he only frowned - you could tell by the look of his eyes that he was judging everything and everyone, already regretting the past decisions that led him to that awful place.
“I can't believe Jace convinced me to come to this shit hole,” he grunted. “I could've stayed at home.”
“We're already here. Try to enjoy it!”
“It’s hard to enjoy this when they’re playing music as shitty as this! And what is that smell? What kind of weed do these people smoke?”
“Just try to have a good time!” You cheered him up, but his face remained serious. “Come on! This is fun!”
You tried to change his mind by dancing around, occasionally grabbing his hands to force him to dance with you, yet he remained stiff as wood - his frown grew even more pronounced. He scanned the room around him, ignoring your desperate attempts to change his mind. Suddenly you noticed how he leaned closer to you, raising his voice so you would hear him through the loud music.
“Do you even know these people?”
His question made you stop and sigh in defeat. Gods, he was impossible.
“Look, Aegon,” you said loudly. “If you want to leave, then that’s fine. But you’ll have to call and pay for an Uber because I drove us here and I won’t drive you back to the apartment now.”
“I didn’t even want to be-”
“Just do as you please, Aeg. I’ll go and find the guys.” Those last words reflected your disappointment, and Aegon noticed it.
He saw how you turned around and walked away; he called your name before you disappeared, but you were too far to hear him calling for you. Aegon cursed himself for upsetting you, brushing his hands against his face and accidentally poking his soft cheeks with the fake straw on his sleeves. That goddamned costume made him feel ridiculous, and even when there were other ones available —contrary to what he'd said earlier— he stupidly chose the one that was the least comfortable. Having you by his side would actually make him feel less of a clown due to the matching costumes, but now that you had left him alone he felt slightly embarrassed of himself.
Knowing that he was on his own in a sea of unknown people, Aegon decided to approach the bar, asking for a shot of tequila and drinking it before the barman arrived with the lemons and the salt - his throat burned with the liquor and he hissed. He would start looking around, unconsciously searching for your face in the crowd, trying to keep himself busy so he wouldn't feel the anxiety growing in his chest.
Unable to stay in the same place for too much time, he began to wander around the house, still looking for you. Maybe if he hadn't been such a pain in the ass you would've stayed by his side - but he was well known for always fucking things up.
Walking around the party, occasionally being pushed by the people who were too busy dancing to even care, he found the food tables; he ate a few things there, a few chips and some unsalted peanuts that he swallowed with disgust. As he went to search for something more tasteful to eat, he suddenly saw you talking to a tall, bulky guy who was making you giggle as if you were a teenager. Aegon stood there for a while, observing your behaviour and reading your expressions; you were flirting - looking up at him through your lashes, licking your lips and playing with the glass between your hands. Since when you were that good at talking to guys?
Aegon was proud. Last time he saw your poor attempt to flirt, Aemond's wheels got stolen and you said that these things weren't your style - yet there you are, more confident than ever and ready to put yourself out there again. He was happy for you, but after a while of giving glances in your direction, he started to feel some odd feeling installed in his gut; it was as if he didn't want to see any more of that, yet he felt the need to do it regardless - and it only became worse once the guy grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.
He took a deep breath, and soon his legs started to guide him away from you.
When he came across Jacaerys and Baela, they were standing in a corner talking about something he didn't really care about. Some part of him, however, found some relief when he finally saw two known faces amidst the enormous crowd of people that was already starting to overwhelm him. He tried to walk closer to them, but as soon as Jace saw him he gave him a sign so he would walk away. Aegon looked - and was - offended by this gesture; then why the fuck he wanted him there? He asked himself, getting pissed and angry at everything at this point, longing to be in the comforts of his bed.
Eventually, his legs led him towards an empty spot on a coach, and he sat there - bored and desperately wanting to escape. If he'd had ten golden dragons, he would've called an Uber the minute you left him alone in this jungle, but his pockets were empty, and he was too lazy to even think about walking back home. So, he stayed there, with his head leaning back against the couch and staring at a white spot in the tall ceilings.
He didn't know how much time passed before you returned by his side.
“Aeg, have you seen Baela?” Hearing your voice was enough to interrupt his blank thoughts. He lifted his face and saw you standing there; your lipstick was ruined and smeared all over your mouth - he clenched his jaw. It was obvious that you had a quite steamy make-out session with that random guy from before. “I only found Aemond talking to a girl, but he didn't know where she was.”
“She was with Jace the last time I saw her,” he replied before awkwardly pointing at your face. “Uh….your lipstick is…”
Your eyes widened with embarrassment while a heat ran to your cheeks. A shy smile appeared on your face as you looked away from him - your fingertips went to the corner of your lips, trying to fix the mess even though it was a bit hard to know if it was working when you didn't have a mirror with you.
“I met a guy,” you told him, slightly excited.
“I could tell,” he nodded. There was a small silence before he continued. “I thought you weren't into that.”
“Into what?”
“One night stands.”
You chuckled, nervously. “Aegon, I'm just having some fun-”
“That's fine,” he cut you off, getting up from the couch and standing right in front of you. “Just remember to use a condom.”
“Oh, no, Aeg. I won't-”
“I don't care,” he stopped you again - not wanting to hear more about the topic. But then, he stopped for a second, looking down at your lips a bit longer than he should have, and you suddenly felt exposed to him. He licked his lips before he pressed them in a thin line, and he mumbled, “You made a bigger mess there, you dumbass.”
Unexpectedly, he raised his hands and placed them at each side of your face, holding you still. You felt how your heart skipped a beat when his calloused hands touched your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your lips parted as he leaned forward and started to boldly touch the corners of your mouth with his fingertips, wiping any trace of lipstick that was out of place. You found yourself unable to look away from his furrowed eyebrows as he was too concentrated on what he was doing. You blinked a few times, taken aback by his gesture - so odd and weird coming from him.
The darkness of the room was briefly interrupted by colourful circles that danced around the room - for that same reason he leaned even closer to have a better look, and for a second - a brief moment - you thought he would kiss you. Inevitably, you thought about what Baela had said to you and, perhaps, you believed it.
What. the. fuck.
That small interaction lasted just a few seconds. Just that. Yet, his touch lingered in your skin even when he'd taken a step away from you. Aegon looked unaffected by everything - as if he hadn't just provoked an earthquake inside your mind; the look on his face was the usual one: uninterested and bored. Then, with his raspy voice, he muttered: “Shit, I gotta take a piss.” And he just left you there.
You watched him leave as you remained standing still, bewildered by what had just happened and questioning what was all about. Did he feel the same weird thing you felt? Did he even know the effect he had on you? Why would you even react that way in the first place? Aegon was just your friend, and you were certain that he saw you —barely— as a friend too; especially after he just walked away as if nothing happened at all. But of course, you didn't see the panic on his face as he cursed himself over and over again - asking why the hell would he do such a foolish thing. He suddenly felt overwhelmed, still feeling the softness of your skin itching in his fingertips and desperately wanting to get rid of it - he would scratch them against the fake straw of his costume, but it would not disappear. Aegon was overthinking - punishing himself for doing a stupid thing like that.
What was he even thinking? He would do that kind of thing with the girls he wanted to fuck, not with you.
The bathroom, of course, was a very obvious excuse to run away from that mortifying moment that would probably haunt him forever, but he now felt the urge to wash his face and slap his cheek to properly function again. What a fucking idiot, he thought of himself.
People were queuing for the bathroom. Three guys were standing before him as he leaned against the wall, softly hitting his forehead with it. He felt the need to drink another shot of tequila to cope, and suddenly the idea of walking back home did not sound too far-fetched. It was rather tempting, actually.
When the line moved forward, Aegon finally looked in front of him. A familiar guy was standing before him, tall and bulky, speaking on the phone with someone. He was smiling - laughing even, and Aegon couldn't figure out where he'd seen him before. Noisy as always, he paid attention to the conversation - maybe that would make him forget all about the awkward situation from before.
“... It's been a bit boring, honestly,” Aegon heard, sneakily looking at him. “I would've rather stayed at home with you, but you know how insistent Marcus is.”
Aegon narrowed his lilac eyes, paying more attention to his features… and that's when it snapped. His mouth dropped open, and he immediately looked away; this was the bastard that ruined your lipstick, and he got a fucking girlfriend.
“Yeah, I miss you too, baby. I'll be home soon, okay?... Love you too. Bye.”
The guy hung up the phone and as he removed it from his ear, Aegon was able to see his lock screen; two people kissing - confirming that he, in fact, was not available at all. The worst thing about it all is that you didn't know anything about it.
Usually, Aegon would ignore something like this, playing dumb and just letting it go. But this time it was different, for he felt the urge to run to your side and tell you - he knew he had to. It was as if some protective side of him had come out to the light, and all because of you. Aegon cared about you, but instead of admitting such an embarrassing thing, he excused it by saying to himself that he was doing it just so you would go back home and take him with you; so he left the line and went back to find you once again.
The people seemed to have multiplied themselves in those five minutes that he spent queuing for the bathroom, and it was even more impossible now to find you there. He pushed people around trying to get to you, but you were nowhere to be found. Luckily for him, he found Baela and Jace again, now they were next to the bar and looking a bit tipsy; Baela was getting handsy, but Aegon had no shame in interrupting their moment.
“Have you guys seen y/n?” He asked once he reached their side. He could hear Jace grunting on the low - he didn't care.
“I thought she was with you,” Baela replied.
“No, she was with some random guy making out, and-”
“Then why are you looking for her?” She asked, arching one of her eyebrows, suspiciously staring at him.
“Because the guy has a fucking girlfriend,” Aegon explained. “I heard him talking on the phone when I was in the line for the bathroom. She needs to know.”
“Wait,” Jace said, suddenly interrupting the conversation. “You walked through the crowd only to look for her?”
“Yes.”
“Only to tell her that the guy she's making out with is dating someone?”
Aegon scoffed. “That's exactly what I just said,” he replied, annoyed. “Aren't you even listening?”
“Are you feeling well?” Jace asked as he attempted to touch his forehead. Aegon slapped his hand.
“Don't fucking touch me,” he grunted.
“We haven't seen her since we arrived,” Baela said, “Aemond is also missing, we have no idea where he is.”
“Fuck,” Aegon sighed. “Thank you for nothing.”
He turned around to keep on his search, but Baela stopped him.
“Aegon!” She yelled his name, and he looked at her over his shoulder. “We're gonna look for her as well, let us know if you find her first.”
He nodded, drifting away from them and following a group of people that was going towards the backyard. Standing right next to the exit, he quickly scanned the scenery, looking at the floor and trying to find your sparkling, red shoes without success. He was starting to lose his patience.
That's when Aemond suddenly appeared by his side, placing his arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer to him. Aegon tried to push him away, but only then did he notice that his little brother was drunk. Well, well, what a surprise, he thought - he would have enjoyed this if it wasn't for his eagerness to find you.
“My big brother,” Aemond said, dragging his words. “There you are…”
“Have you seen y/n?” He asked him, even when he knew he wasn't going to give him a proper answer. He had to try.
“Oh, I won't tell,” the youngest said while giggling. “We have a deal, we made a pact- you can't fuck her.”
Aegon pushed him away, this time successfully. He tried so hard to ignore the heat on his cheeks. What was wrong with him?
“I won't- I won't fuck her, you stupid ass,” he mumbled. “I'm trying to find her and I don't know where she-”
“Aegon, I'm sorry,” he suddenly interrupted, his tone quickly changing to melancholic. “Sometimes I'm a bit bitter with you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, you know?”
“What the-”
“At the end of the day it's just us,” he sighed, shrugging. “Helaena and Daeron have always been a group apart from us, but we? We are always gonna have each other, am I right?”
“What fuck were you drinking?”
“Sometimes I wish you were my boss instead of Nyra…” Aegon's demeanour immediately changed with those words, tensing his body and clenching his jaw. “But you know… that grandpa shit happened and-”
“Aegon!”
Baela's voice stopped Aemond from continuing with his ranting, and Aegon's attention immediately went towards her. She was inside the house, waving her hand at him - asking him to come closer. He grabbed his brother's arm and took him with him towards the inside, and once he reached Baela's side, he saw you there; kissing that guy in a corner, his hands grabbing your waist as your arms were around his shoulders. Aegon felt an inexplicable rage running through his veins - which gave him the courage to do the next thing.
“Hey!” he yelled, a bit too loud - calling the attention of everyone around. “Hey, stay away from her!”
You heard his voice on top of the music and immediately pulled away from the kiss. He was getting closer to you and you widened your eyes in surprise. He didn't think twice before he pulled your wrist towards him until you were standing by his side.
“Aegon? What- what are you doing?” you asked, visibly confused.
“He's lying to you,” he told you without overthinking it. “He's lying!”
“What do you mean?”
“Hey, man,” the guy stepped in, angry. “Why don't you mind your fucking business and get the hell out?” he snapped at Aegon.
He barely listened to him, not paying attention to his tone or his words. He was looking at you - his puppy eyes begging you to hear what he had to say.
“Aeg, what's going on?” you asked again, your voice loud so he could hear you over the music.
“He has a girlfriend,” he quickly said, looking right into your eyes. “I heard him talking to her.”
The realization hit you like a truck, and suddenly you felt ashamed of yourself - even when it wasn't even your fault. The guilt started to eat you alive as you looked down at your shoes, avoiding any eye contact from Aegon. “Oh, gods…” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands.
Something came over Aegon when he saw you like that, feeling the urge to hug you - yet, he stayed there, without moving at all.
“Oh, come on, babe!” The guy said, getting closer to you and giving a bad look to Aegon. “Don't listen to him.”
Your shame quickly became rage when he uttered that pet name; who the fuck did he think he was? You turned to look at him, anger clearly displayed on your face.
“Don't call me that,” you spat at him and pushed him away when he tried to reach for your waist. “And stay away from me, you asshole!”
The music suddenly stopped, and every single person had their eyes on the argument - noisy people trying to hear and see inside the small circle that had formed around you. The tall man looked offended as if you had punched his ego when you rejected him. He scoffed and took a step closer to you.
“Oh, so now you're talking like that, huh?” he mockingly said. “Funny how a second ago you were almost acting like a-”
“Like what?” Aegon grunted, clenching his fist as he stepped between you and him. He was taller than Aegon, yet he didn't show himself intimidated by it. “Go on… say it,” he dared him.
The guy tsked his tongue, smirking maliciously - as if he knew he would cause trouble if he dared to utter those words. Still, with all the people staring at him expectantly, he decided to open his mouth.
“Like a slut.”
You heard how your friend scoffed at your side. Then, you heard the people around you gasping and squealing when they saw how Aegon threw a perfect punch right in the middle of his face. He lost his balance, covering his nose with his hand as he looked absolutely shocked - he certainly didn't expect that. The blood didn't take much time to start to come out, and his Michael Myers costume was soon stained with crimson drops.
“Fucking shit!” Aegon exclaimed, feeling the pain burning in his knuckles.
The guy - whose name you didn't remember at this point, stood straight in his spot, still stumbling around as he threw himself in Aegon's direction; he managed to get out of the way before his fist could hit him, yet a scream and soft stump was heard on your back. Once you turned around, you saw Jace lying on the floor with his nose bleeding and Baela covering her mouth.
“Ah, fuck…” Aegon groaned. “Nyra’s gonna kill me.”
Aemond groaned as he laid his head on your shoulder, the alcohol had slowly been fading away from his body, and he was already feeling the symptoms of a painful hungover as you all were waiting in the ER for Jace.
“Stop whining,” Aegon complained, pressing a cold can of Pepsi on his hand to relieve the swelling. “You drank two bottles of beer, how could you get that drunk?”
“Every single word that comes from your mouth feels like a needle being buried in my brain,” he groaned.
“Alright,” Baela interrupted the conversation. “Let's go, Aemond.”
“Where?”
“I'm gonna buy you a Gatorade or something like that, you need to be hydrated,” she explained. “Come on.”
Aemond groaned when he was forced to stand up, slowly moving until he was on his feet again. Baela patted his back a few times before they started to walk away - and when they turned around the corner, it was only you and Aegon there. He was absentmindedly staring at the soda can pressing against his hand while you glanced at him and involuntarily smiled.
What he did that night was one of the sweetest things someone has ever done for you - something that not even Jason did during all the time you were dating. Aegon didn't even doubt for a second before punching that guy after he insulted you, and for some reason, that would draw a silly smile on your face.
“Thank you for tonight,” you interrupted the silence, shyly speaking to him.
He lifted his head, looking at you. “Why?”
“You had my back, Aegon. What you did was- If it wasn't for you I would've probably ended up in bed with that guy,” you confessed.
Aegon felt something being twisted in his stomach.
“Well, it was the right thing to do, right?”
You nod, “it is, yes…”
“Are you okay?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.
“Yeah, I am,” you assured him. “He was some random guy, I don't even remember his name at this point.”
“I know, but- you know… he's a cheater and I thought this situation would remind you to- uh…”
“Jason?” you finished the sentence for him, and he nodded. “Well, it kinda did - but I'm fine, Jason happened like ages ago. Though I can't help but think about his girlfriend, she doesn't deserve something like that.”
“Yeah…”
“Have you ever… been cheated on?” you dared to ask.
“Nah,” he shook his head. “I don't think I've ever been in a serious relationship before.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I don't believe you.”
“Why?”
“Because you're not ugly, and you have a personality that girls in college would fawn over.”
“Oh, shut up,” he mumbled, slightly flustered.
“I mean it!”
“Well, besides a few flings, weird situationships and a few friends with benefits, I've never been in a relationship. It's just not my style.”
The door that separated the waiting room from the ER opened, and a young doctor appeared. He was tall, brown-haired and had visible dark circles around his grey, tired eyes, yet he still looked handsome. You looked at him at the same time he laid his eyes on you, and you felt butterflies in your belly, already knowing you developed a small crush on him. Not again, you thought.
“Family of Jacaerys Strong?” He said, getting closer to you and Aegon, being the only ones there.
“Come on,” you urged Aegon to get up.
“Why do I have to go?”
“Because you're his uncle, now stand up!”
He reluctantly got on his feet, standing behind you until the doctor reached your side.
“Are you Jacaerys' family?” He asked, sneakily glancing at you.
“Uh, yes… he's his uncle,” you replied, pointing at Aegon.
“And you?”
“Me? Oh, I'm- I'm his sister,” you said, trying to sound convincing but failing miserably.
The intern - whose name tag read Cregan Stark - looked up and down at you, not believing your words at all. However, he just smiled and played along with your little white lie.
“Alright, so…” he opened the file that was between his hands and sighed. “Jacaerys had a small concussion, we took a CT scan and everything else seems to be in order. His nose is not broken, but it's bruised and swollen, so we gave him some soft painkillers to relieve the pain.”
“When can we take him home?” you asked.
“In a few hours, just until the medication makes its effect and we are sure there are no further complications,” he explained. Then, he glanced at Aegon's hand, frowning. “Do you want me to take a look at that?”
“Nah, it's fine,” he answered. “I don't want to be charged like five thousand golden dragons just to know that my hand is swollen.”
“Alright,” Doctor Stark replied, unfazed by Aegon's rudeness.
“I'm sorry,” you apologized on his behalf - he rolled his eyes. “We had a long night.”
“It's okay,” he assured you, smiling at you. Damn, he was cute. “If there are not any more questions then I shall leave you for now.”
“Of course, thank you,” you said.
He replied with a small gesture before returning to where he came from, crossing the doors and disappearing from your eyesight. You sighed, thinking he was so dreamy.
“What an idiot,” you heard Aegon murmur before he sat back on the chair, interrupting your thoughts.
“He was nice.”
“Of course you thought that. He was flirting with you!” His tone almost sounded offended.
“No, he wasn't!”
“What happened?” Baela suddenly appears back at your side. Aemond was right next to her, drinking from his bottle of cool blue Gatorade and looking better than when he left.
“Jace's doctor was flirting with her,” Aegon quickly replied.
“He wasn't flirting with me!”
“Of course he was!”
“And why do you look so mad about it?” Baela teased him. “Are you jealous or something?”
Aegon frowned, stopping for a second before snapping at her. “Shut up, Bella, this is not your business.”
“Stop screaming, we're in a hospital,” Aemond muttered, scolding all of you as he sat back down. “Why can you all behave like adults?”
Everyone sat down in silence after that, minding their own business as the minutes passed boringly slowly. Your head was lying on Baela's shoulder as she watched the news report from the TV hanging on one of the walls. Aemond was half asleep in his seat while Aegon would walk from one side to another, unable to remain in the same place for more than five minutes. The waiting was strenuous, especially when it was almost 3 am and everyone was too tired to keep their eyes open.
But then, after waiting for almost two hours, Jacaerys opened the door - being followed by the handsome intern that made you sigh. Baela's mouth dropped.
“Oh, gods, is that the flirty doctor?” Baela asked, impressed.
“He's not that handsome,” Aegon grunted in a low voice.
“Yes, he is,” she replied with a smirk.
Jacaerys waved his hands in the air as a greeting, slightly sleeping for the medication. His nose was covered with a big, white patch, and there were two dark, violet stains under his eyes. He hissed when he smiled at Baela.
“Gods, you look awful,” Aegon chuckled.
“This is your fault, Aegon!” he replied a bit loudly.
“Alright, you need to remain calm and not strain yourself, a punch on the nose is a serious thing, so you'll have to rest once you get home,” The doctor indicated. “Here is the medical care to follow, and in case you bleed or have chronic pain you need to come back to the hospital immediately.”
“Will do, my man,” Jace replied, patting the doctor's back before he went towards Baela.
“Come here, Prince Jacaerys, we'll take you home now,” Your best friend told him, holding him firmly while walking towards the exit. Aegon and Aemond followed them too.
“Thank you for saving my friend's life…” you playfully said. “Doctor Stark,” you uttered his name as you read the tag hanging from his scrubs.
“I thought he was your brother,” he answered back with a charming smile.
“Oh… busted,” you admitted before chuckling. “Well, I guess I got to go now, so thank you once again, and-”
“Is the scarecrow your boyfriend?” he asked out of the blue, taking you by surprise.
“Uh- no. No, he's a friend,” you nervously replied.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“So he won't be mad if I give you my number?”
Oh gods.
“No,” you shook your head. “Not at all.”
“Great,” he murmured as he took a pencil from his pocket and some Post-it notes he had with him. “So I'm going to secretly write my number on this little piece of paper, and you'll have to pretend is the name of a medicine so I don't get fired by my super strict supervisor for doing this.”
He finished writing on it and folded it in half before giving it to you.
“Breaking the rules, huh?” you teased him.
“Only for a pretty girl like you.”
“That's cheesy.”
“But did it work?”
You tried to suppress your smile. “It might have.”
“I have to go back now,” he announced. “But I'll be waiting for your call.”
He smiled at you - saying goodbye, and you waved your hand at him before you turned around and walked towards your friends, who were waiting for you right outside of the waiting room. Baela was smiling - she watched all from behind the door glass, proud of you. A different gesture than the one Aegon had on his face, almost looking annoyed by it.
“Are you gonna call him?” Baela asked you once you joined them in the walk towards the parking lot.
“I don't know…”
“I honestly didn't like him very much,” Aegon commented. Baela lifted one of his eyebrows at him.
“You didn't even speak to him,” you said between chuckles, not taking him seriously.
He shrugged, “still.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face as you continued to walk with Baela - Aegon staying a few meters behind, standing in the middle of the hallway with his heart beating faster. That smile you gave him before you left remained printed on his mind, and once he got to hear you laugh in the distance, his eyes widened with the realization.
His sudden rage, the feeling in his gut when he saw you kissing that guy at the party, the urge to look for you all the time, how offended he felt when that intern was flirting with you - it all had one reason behind.
“Oh, shit,” he mumbled as chills ran down his body.
He had a crush on you.
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i’ve been following ur writing for some time now and i do have to agree with that anon who said you did CH dirty. you are a very talented writer so it’s just hard to watch.
you started off CH so strong with the lore and little chapters here and there but as it progressed you kind of just got lazy and it shows. when important events happened in the story, they weren’t conveyed through writing but through the texts (ie the riki and yn fight, that was definitely worth a written chapter) and it was honestly disappointing.
the ending isn’t much to say about either. yn and hoon barely go through development after the letter incident and all of a sudden they’re dating and married with a kid like two chapters later?
idk, if it was a mental health issue then i get that but even then you should’ve just gave it a break and thought everything out more. you could do so much better.
thank you for the feedback!
i wanna put you through the progess of a piece of writing from the POV of a writer okay? now keep in mind: i work two jobs, am a fulltime uni student and the daughter of an immigrant household with two parents who still work most of the day just so you know what else i have to deal with, besides my mental health okay?
now, i started off CH strong right? yes. i uploaded on the daily, fine i chose that. a chapter usually takes me around one hour if i actually sit down and focus on nothing but the chapter itself, which includes IG stories, editing, formatting etc. alright
on top of the daily chapters, i constantly replied to 40+ asks a day, a blessing in disguise because no matter how much i enjoy talking to you guys, the pressure does get worse the bigger that number of my inbox becomes, i hope this makes sense
now, i started CH back in october, right when my semester started, thats why i started off strong but as time went on, my assignments and private life got too busy and i guess i felt entitled enough as a writer to skip a few certain chaps and make life a little easier for me by making them regular chapters instead of written ones.
and this is gonna be my main point: i'm not a machine. i wrote a minimum of 5 THOUSAND words per written chapter, MINIMUM. we're talking about a 5-9 THOUSANDED worded chapter EACH WEEK. which usually took me about 6-7 hours, even allnighters.
yes, i chose to do that and maybe my time management wasn't the best but i had to create a compromise where i wouldnt have let you guys wait for over two months which would have resulted in me losing my motivation completely, and yet still focusing on EXAMS. because you know, i'm a fulltime uni student with TWO jobs 😮💨
if YOU think i did CH dirty go write an alternative ending yourself but it should be a minimum of 15 chapters including 5 written ones, with at LEAST 9k words each yeah? i wanna see you manage it all, pls prove me wrong snd show me you're better than me i'm genuinely begging bc it might inspire me to do "better" next time.
as a writer/artist/creator, and i can tell you probably arent one yourself or havent been one for long, the longer smth takes to come to an end the worse the pressure becomes which results in a blockage i dont wish upon my worst enemy i'm being deadass. i dealt with some of the worst writer's block ive had since i started writing literally 12 years ago and you're telling me i should have just "taken a break" and do "better"
i never, ever expected anything from anyone but some of you are so entitled to a writer's time and skill it's giving me a headache. maybe you didn't like the timing and writing of the last few chapters of CH and i guess that's unfortunate but this was so unnecessary because you completely dismissed everything else that could have been going on in my life and even belittled my mental health issues like im some fucking AI writing machine
do better, be nicer, write it yourself if you don't like it i'm so fucking over this
if i had gotten out of my own comfort and wellbeing and have actually written another set of written chapters i would have burned myself completely out. ive been in this fandom for not even a year and have already finished FOUR smaus with 50 chapters each, you do NOT get to tell me what i should or could have done better because you dont even give a fuck about me as a person this is just about receiving what YOU think YOURE entitled to but this is MY art and I will do what I see fit even if it's not what was expected of it because i'm a fucking human being with a life before i'm a writer on tumblr
oh, also: i do this for free ㅤ:) just a reminder :) this is my HOBBY :)
and don't you EVER call me lazy again when it comes to writing because i'm not gonna pour my heart and soul into a fic just for you to call me lazy when i literally wrote 50 THOUSAND words for this fucking fic just for the written chapters
goodbye
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18. kim tongue ring 👀👀👀👀
omfg im gonna eviscerate tumblr ANYWAY i got another ask for this from @xxatlasxx but that has disappeared into the void so im answering this one
OK SO since i got two for this one i wrote a little extra (dont blame yall, that was objectively the best one on the list)
the whole idea from my doc:
kim tongue ring
……yeah thats it lmao. this entire idea was riding on vibes alone and the vibe was horny. so here’s 850 words of horny i wrote extremely quickly as soon as i had a break
Kim has always had several piercings, which Chay adores. When Wik had first appeared with his conch piercing, Chay extensively documented it on the fan wiki. He was there when Kim got his industrial (which he took without flinching) and saw him diligently clean it every morning and night until it had completely healed, even afterwards still taking good care of it.
So when Chay finds a little bar with two balls on either end in Kim's bathroom, he doesn't think much of it, and it doesn't occur to him that it doesn’t look like a regular piercing at all. That is, until a couple weeks later, when he sees it’s missing from its spot, likely meaning Kim has it in. But he hasn’t noticed Kim changing any of his piercings, so he asks Kim where it went.
And that’s when Kim's tongue lolls out of his mouth to reveal that, sure enough, the little bar is stuck through it. The black ball stands stark against the pink of Kim’s tongue, the very tongue that Chay had had down his throat just that morning, and soon after on his-
Chay swallows thickly. “Did I not tell you I have a tongue piercing?” Chay shakes his head furiously, much to Kim's amusement. Then, because Kim wants him to die, he takes Chay’s hand, pulls the tip of Chay’s thumb into his mouth and sucks. Chay inhales shakily as Kim lavs over his finger, the tiny ball pressing into his skin in a way that Chay can’t help but imagine being replicated elsewhere. With the look Kim's giving him, he might not have to imagine. Chay's knees almost give out when Kim hollows his cheeks around his finger, teeth teasing the top of his thumb while his piercing strokes the bottom. Kim does this all while making obscene noises and bobbing his head, excessively so, his exaggerated manner an obvious imitation of something else.
Finally, mercifully, Kim lets go of him, pulling off his thumb with a dramatic pop. Chay would be lying if he said he couldn’t feel himself straining against his pants. As soon as Kim lets him go, Chay tangles his fingers in Kim’s hair and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. He needs to know how it feels in his own mouth and-
Fuck.
Their tongues clash together messily, a spike of pleasure shooting through Chay every time he feels the tongue ring run along his. Kim hooks his fingers through Chay’s belt loops and pulls his hips in to grind against each other. They melt together for long minutes with groping hands and insatiable tongues.
Without letting go of Chay's waist, Kim pulls his head back, just enough to look into his eyes as he licks Chay's lips, one long stripe from his lower lip and up to his cupid’s bow. After everything he’s done with Kim, and everything Kim has done to him, that was somehow the most erotic. It destroys the last remaining threads of Chay’ inhibitions and starts dragging Kim to the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, only pausing for a few brief bouts of trying to eat each other's faces.
Once they make it to the bed, Chay lets Kim take the lead. He pushes Chay's shoulders down to make him sit on the edge, then straddles his lap and dives in for another kiss. Chay’s hands reach around to palm Kim’s ass, and fuck, Kim is so hot like this. Chay lets himself be pushed backwards until he lies flat on the bed, Kim still committing sins in his mouth. Chay's vaguely aware of Kim unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, but most of his brain is mush at this point.
Chay finally takes notice when Kim pulls away and starts tugging Chay's pants and boxers off. Chay lifts his hips and shuffles further back onto the bed, allowing Kim to fully settle between his legs. Chay's not surprised to see that his cock is rock hard and desperately leaking onto his abdomen. He flinches when Kim runs just a single finger up his length, pressing into the head and pulling a sticky string of precum with it.
“Please, please don’t tease me,” Chay nearly sobs, only getting a smirk back from Kim. It's enough though, because soon after Kim takes him in his hand and presses a light kiss to the tip of Chay’s cock. His head flops back onto the mattress and he lets the warmth of ecstasy roll over him. Kim strokes him slowly a few times, leaving more soft kisses up and down his length, before he finally flicks his tongue out - that fucking tongue - and licks Chay from base to tip. Kim's tongue on any day would already be fantastic, but with the tongue ring lightly scraping Chay’s cock, it’s outright divine. Chay's eyes roll back into his head and he thinks he sees god. When he opens them again, it’s Kim between his thighs, suckling the head of his cock and pressing the ball bearing into it ever so slightly, just enough to make Chay go insane.
dont mean to blue balls you hh but its all ive got rn
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“Your killin me”
Pairing: Lo’ak x Na’vi!Reader
Word count: 2.6k
Reader and Lo’ak are aged up to 18
warnings:fluff, swearing, mentions of death, arguing, lo’ak being an idiot in love, making out !!
Me and lo’ak, Lo’ak and I. We have been inseparable since birth, everything I know it came from lo’ak his ways have rubbed off on me. My mother and father had passed a few years back when I was 13, they were at war with the sky people and they never came back, it broke me they were my only blood family i had left but then the Sully family were so kind to take me in and care for me. “Y/n!” I turn to see Lo’ak flying down back from war on his Ikran “Lo’ak!” i shout as I run over to his Ikran “what took you so long” I look up at him as he climbs off his Ikran slowly, I cock an eyebrow wondering why he was moving so slow “the passage was blocked so we had to take another, longer way” I walk close to his body and examine “your injured” I look at his back “you think i didnt know” he laughs slightly, I run my fingers over the small cut on his back softly so I dont hurt him “we need to get you bandged up” I look around his back and arms to look for anymore injuries and to his luck there wasnt any other “I’m fine y/n its just a scratch” I examine the cut once again “its not just a scratch, its pretty deep we need someone to stitch it up” i sigh “no im fine” he slightly hits me with his tail in the stomach, I swat his tail away then I press my hand around the cut, I press slightly hard around it. He turns to face me and hisses at me “you skxwang whyd you do that” his nose scrunch up as he looks at me “see I told you its bad come on” I grab his hand and I pull him towards the healers “no I dont want them to do it” I turn to face him, I look up at his face and I notice a small scratch across his right cheek “who do you want to fix you up then huh?” I run my thumb across his hand that i’m still holding tight “i want you to do it please” He looks at me with pleading eyes, how could i say no? “fine” I drag him towards the healers station “lay on your stomach please” he does what I say without a fight and I’m surprised. I gather all the stuff I need then I sit beside him, I cross my legs then I start organising everything I need for the small yet deep cut on his back. “Lo’ak this is gonna hurt a bit okay” I look over at him but hes facing towards the door not looking at me “I’ll be fine, im strong” he says proudly and I chuckle “oh shut it you skxwang” I try covering my smile but I was unsuccessful “im not even looking at you and I can tell your smiling” he laughs “shut up and let me patch you up” I roll my eyes.
“You ready?” he nods his head as I look down at his back, I put the first stitch in and his body jolts “im sorry” i use my free hand to soothingly rub his lower back. Another stitch “fuck” he whispers and i sigh, I hate seeing him in pain, i hate saying goodbye before he goes off to war not knowing if i’ll ever see him again, my worst nightmare is him leaving for war but then never returning, my body shudders. Lo’ak is my everything I’d break if i lost him. “Are we almost
finished?” I hear the tremble in his voice and a frown forms on my face “two more lo” I finish stitching him up “you alright?” I rub his lower back hoping it’ll make him feel a little better “yes thankyou” he mumbles, ‘pull yourself away y/n before you get hurt, before he gets hurt’. I pull my hand away then I quickly stand up, he sits up slowly then he looks up at me confused “where are you going?” his big green eyes stare into my soul “promised i’d help tuk with something” I lied but he seemed convinced so I quickly walked off.
The past 2 weeks had be hard, I hadnt watched him fly off for war the past two times, I need to put some distances between us so if hes gone it wont hurt as bad but its hard to do that when you live with him. “Y/n come swim with us in the lake” I look at Lo’ak then Neteyam, tuk, spider then Kiri.“I dont feel the best so I’m just gonna stay here” Kiri gives me a weird look as if she can read through me “you sure?” I turn to look at the human boy “yeah im sure” I ignore lo’aks stare “fine” Lo’ak says plainly then he turns away “come on then guys” Then they’re off.
Neteyams POV
“bro whats up with y/n, what’d you do to her” I walk over to him as Kiri and spider straggle behind talking about whatever “I haven’t done anything” he shrugs as he looks at his feet “well she wont just ignore you for weeks if you havent done anything, just apologise for whatever it was” I pat his back softly the tuk grips on my hand and pulls it “how far until were there” she groans “not far tuk” I reassure her, shes so impatient “I havent done anything so Im not saying sorry” he shrugs “your too stubborn” I roll my eyes
Y/ns POV
I miss his warm hands on mine, Lo’ak and I had a very touchy friendship, we always had to be touching one an another either holding hands, my hand on his arm or his hand on my lower back. I think we both just liked that it reassured us that we were still here, alive and not a victim to the sky people. But thats why i have to distance myself so it wont hurt so badly, I wont break if hes gone, as much as it hurts now to be away from him is just me saving myself from pain sooner or later.
Week 3 of barely talking to Lo’ak and its driving me crazy, I miss him so badly. We exchange glances at home and we say a ‘goodnight’ everynight thats really all. I cant even tell if he cares were not talking anymore he barely shows he cares.
As I’m closing my eyes I hear someones steps shuffling towards me, I slowly open my eyes and to my surprise Lo’ak is standing over me “y/n we need to talk get up” he says with a stern voice, I look around at everyone sleeping and I sigh because i know this’ll turn into an argument and I dont want to wake anyone “come on” I stand up and I head towards the forest.
We’ve been walking for about 5 minutes and no one has said a word, I look around at the glowing plants and I smile “y/n” my smile drops and I turn to face the youngest Sully boy “yes?” my gaze is everywhere but his eyes “whats going on with us” his words come out with a harsh tone “nothing were fine” i lie, nothings fine I miss him so badly but I’m scared, he scoffs “were fine” he mimicks me “yes were fine” I confirm as I look at the trees behind him “you cant even look at me y/n” he scoffs, i open my mouth to say something but no words come out, he steps closer to me and I suck in a breath as our chests are almost touching, this is the closest we’ve been in 3 weeks, I feel the heat radiating off him and my knees buckle. My eyes widen as I feel a strong hand on my jaw forcing me to look at him. The war has changed him, made him colder. “Look at me y/n.” he says blankly, my eyes shift to his face “what have I done?” his gaze makes me feel tiny, my eyes roam around his face taking in the features of his face oh how I miss running my hands across his cheeks. “You haven’t done anything, were fine” I try to give him the most convincing look “then why have you been fucking ignoring me for 3 weeks” his voice sounds desperate for answers “I havent, we’ve both been busy” I lie once again and he scoffs “busy? busy doing what” he moves his hand away from my face “ive been busy helping around the villiage and you’ve been busy with the war, not to mention you’ve also started thinking about finding a mate” my words shrink his eyes widen “finding a mate?” I look away embarrassed. “Is that why you're not talking to me? You think I've found a mate?” he looks down at me then shakes his head “no i dont” I walk away from him “no” he says plainly and shakes his head,I stopped confused “what?” I look at him “you’ve found a mate haven’t you” his voice trembles, I look up at him “lo’ak your so stupid” I laugh and he looks at me confused “I haven’t got a mate and i'm not ignoring you so please just lets end this conversation here” I start walking off into the forest, I need to be alone. “Y/n stop walking away from me it's not fair” he whines quietly and I turn to face him “Lo’ak I’m not ignoring you but I think it's best if we give each other space” I run my hands over my face “you cant do that y/n” he shouts as he walks over to me “I can and I just did” I walk faster, im an idiot for doing this “you have no fucking reason to do this y/n” he sounds so desperate for answers and I hate myself for this, im hurting him. I don't say anything and I walk faster hoping he doesnt catch up “its killing me y/n” I stop at his words but i dont face him “you're killin me” I can tell in the way he's speaking hes crying, I hug my body as I let hot tears roll down my face your ruining this all y/n. “some friendships dont last forever lo’ak” he winces “were not just friends y/n you know that” he waves his arms in the air “im sorry lo’ak i really am” he scoffs “no your not” he shakes his head “fuck you y/n” he wipes the tears off his cheeks then walks back towards home.
“y/n come on breakfast is ready” tuk jumps around me “i wanna be alone tuk please” i pull my blanket over my head as I close my eyes “whyy everyones already up” she tries to pull the blanket off me “tuk please” I sigh she then gives up then walks out to the family.
Kiri had come to see me a few times during the day to check on me because I still haven't moved “come on y/n you gotta eat please” she tries to convince me to get up and eat “m’not hungry” i mumble, she rubs her hand across my hip “whatever is going on between you and lo’ak need to figure it out its killing you both” my ears twitch at her last few words “what do you mean killing us both he doesnt care” i sigh “he hasn’t spoken to anyone all day and he just took off on his Ikran” she replies softly and my eyes widen “see y/n hes not even talking or annoying dad, somethings definitely wrong” i close my eyes “theres no point in talking to him im sure he hates me now” she scoffs “lo’ak sully hating you?, never that boy loves you” she laughs “eh” i shrug “just go talk go him okay?” she smiles “maybe” i whisper then I close my eyes.
It's been 3 days since I ended mine and Lo’aks friendship and I still have barely gotten out of bed, let alone spoke to lo’ak.
“Lo’ak” I walk up to him just as he’s climbing on his Ikran “y/n” he doesn’t even bother looking at me ouch “your right its not fair that I just broke our friendship off with no explanation” he still doesnt turn around to face me “i know im right now tell me what was the reason for you to break my heart like that” he sighs, i drop my gaze to the ground “its stupid” i shake my head “tell me” he demands, I take a deep breathe in and i contemplating if im really going to tell him fuck it “I wanted to distance myself from you because i was so scared that you were gonna leave for war then not return, i wanted to make sure i’d distance myself from you so it wouldnt hurt as bad” i swallow the lump in my throat holding back the tears, he turns to face me “that is so stupid” he moves towards me “i know but after losing my parents i dont think i could handle losing you, if would break me lo” I sniffle as a few tears drop down my face “if you were so scared of losing me you shouldve told me not possibly ruining what we have” he shakes his head “i know i know and I’m so sorry lo’ak i just freaked out i guess” he sighs then wraps his strong arms around my waist then pulls me into his chest, i wrap my arms around his neck and i rest my head on his chest “please dont leave me lo’ak your my everything” i feel his heart beat speed up against my cheek “trust me y/n i dont plan on leaving you anytime soon” i smile softly as push myself closer to his body “i see you y/n” my eyes shoot open as he says those words “what?” i look up at him and i search his face for any signs of this being a joke “you heard me y/n” i smile widely “i see you too my lo’ak” he smiles widely at my words “are you serious?” i smile back at him and i nod my head softly, he places his hands on the back of my thighs then picks me up “i have been waiting for you to say those words since we were 13 years old” i laugh “i knew you were obsessed with me this whole time” he rolls his eyes then crashes his lips onto mine, my eyes flutter shut then i let our lips mould together. My heart feels like its beating to the point its gonna burst out, im surprised he cant feel it against his chest “ive been waiting for this for so many years” he mumbles against my lips “you should've made a move years ago then” i mumble. I slide my tongue across his bottom lip, he opens his mouth slightly and I slip my tongue into his mouth ‘mmm’ he moans into my mouth sending vibrations through my whole body “you guys made up? and made out?” I quickly pull away and my head snaps towards Kiri, Neteyam, tuk and spider “yeah we did” i smirk as I look at Lo’ak “finally” tuk rolls her eyes “now y/n will actually get out of bed to play with me” she jumps up and down “oh shush tuk” i giggle
I dont really like this one but i had to post smt!
i think im getting writers block 😭
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i remember it, all too well.
42!miles g morales x reader
summary: you've been dating someone for a year and slowly you realize they've become distant. barely texting you, not showing any admiration, always out clubbing. until you went to their place and see something unspeakably wrong, you snap and they try to come back to you. months later, still broken. you met miles and you two become very close. one day you see them again and you can remember the memories all too well.
warnings: super angst (fluff in the end of COURSE) cursing, bad spanish (i’m so sorry y’all😭) creepy ex bro, cheating.
a/n: WHOOP i started listening to atwtmv for like a 100 times and it gave me the idea to write this (all hail taylor swift!!) this is gonna be so angsty i swear like im so sorry yall 😭 but lemme tell y’all i swear 42 miles has rizz i’m not lying
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your life was pretty fine the past few months since you’ve met your partner.
they were, everything you wanted. they loved you to the moon and back and you said the same thing too.
but a year passed and things started to change, drastically.
they stopped paying attention to you, stopped hanging out with you, was always on their phone and most of all, always went clubbing.
you’d be at your place and it was around 12:45 in the morning, he was supposed to come by.
the first thing that came up to your mind was text him, they were probably busy anyway?
…..
love<3
12:46 am
y/n: babe, wru? you were supposed to come to my place an hour ago.
seen 12:48 am.
y/n : hello?
seen 12:50 am.
……
you sighed, tossing your phone to the side of the bed as u curled up in ball, thinking why they left you on seen.
you decided to go check up on them yourself, so you put your shoes on and walked over to his apartment.
you knocked on their door, seemingly waiting for an answer, there was none.
so you opened the door which was seemingly unlocked, and scanned around the room, calling out their name.
when you heard loud music from his room.
you knocked but there was no answer as you thought the music was drowning your knock so you opened it.
and oh boy were you in for a surprise.
you dropped your purse on the floor as you stood there as if you saw a ghost, but instead you saw them making out with someone else.
“so that’s how shits going huh.” you said bluntly with tears in your eyes as your words jolted both of them up and your partner turned to look at you.
“it’s not what it seems like bab-“ they were protesting, pushing the other person away and walking to you but you cut them off and pushed them away.
“there’s nothing to fucking explain!” you screamed. “its all right infront of me, dont even bother.” you said as the tears flowed out of your eyes, looking away.
“please love im sorry i- just- give me another chance” they tried to grab your hands and you pulled away quickly.
“so you just can call me up again just to break me like a fucking promise huh? i expected better from you.” my voice cracked at every word as i walked away and slammed the door shut.
i was home, on the floor. in a ball of sadness. tears, snot, everything flowing out. while they kept texting me.
…..
unknown number.
1:15 am
un: babe please
un: please im sorry
un: i won’t do it again
un: forgive me
seen 1:20 am.
…..
you knew damn well he was lying so you blocked the number, shutting off your phone and sliding it across the room.
that day, your whole heart broke, you never felt anything anymore, love was completely just a game to you
but do you think everything will change soon?
it was your usual day. wake up, get ready for work, walk, get to work and actually work.
you worked at the cashier in some convenience store.
you’d felt numb and dull the past few weeks and didn’t really have the motivation to do anything, but you had to so you did. but you just remember everything all too well.
you were doing your job as normal and nothing around changed honestly, it was just your average normal day until someone came in that caught your eye.
it was a boy about your age, he was wearing sweatpants and a sweater, the way his jawline stands out and his braids touching his shoulders.
you thought he was cute but you shook off your feelings and went on with your day.
you noticed he was catching a few glances from you, you thought of it as nothing when he paid normally and went out the store.
but he kept coming back to the store every single day for the whole week and you two start to talk a bit more, but not your actual huge conversations.
but this one time. he was in the store picking up a few stuff and bringing it to the counter.
you scanned the items as you put it in a paper bag,
“15.44.” you told him the price.
“keep the change.” he said giving you a 20 and his spanish accent had you rolling on the floor (metaphorically).
you mumbled a thank you as he walked out, you were going to put the 20 in the cash box but suddenly, you saw a note attached to it.
* xxx-xxx-xxxx, my number. text me soon hermosa. - miles:) *
you were shocked to the brim as u held the paper in hand profusely blushing as you started to smile a bit.
did a guy just really give his number out to you?
you kept the note in your pocket, still blushing and went on with your day. until you came back home
you held the note in your hand again, still contemplating if you should put the number in your phone.
you did it anyway.
as you shakily typed the number in your phone, you added his name in the contact number and pressed the message button.
…..
miles(?)
10:05 pm.
y/n: hello?
*minutes pass by and you were doubting a message back from him. but your phone dinged.*
miles(?): hey
*you were shaking in your bed as you saw his reply.*
y/n: you’re miles right?, the guy from the store?
miles(?): the one and only. miles(?): and you’re…?
y/n: sorry.. i’m y/n
miles(?): nice name ;)
*at that point you were shocked by the little winky face he put*
y/n: the same goes to you :)) y/n: so.. weird question but why’d you give me your number?
miles(?): just thought you were cute.
*his reply literally had you in shambles and you didn’t know what to reply with but it hit you. it could be your ex’s friend again trying to get on you for breaking up with them.*
y/n: are u sure? because i swear to god if you’re one of my ex’s friends trying to shit on me for breaking up w them i will literally murder you.
miles(?): i swear, i don’t know who your ex is. but are you okay though?
*i sighed in relief, knowing that they stopped doing it.*
y/n: yeah, sorry i’m just paranoid. y/n: i gotta go, talk to you soon?
miles(?): alright, see ya soon hermosa.
……
you closed your phone and start to smile, but it feels like everything that went down happened was only yesterday, time won’t fly for you. it’s like your paralyzed in your own heartbreak.
you lay down in your bed, thoughts drowning in you as you start to fall asleep.
days turn to weeks and you and miles start to become closer friends. and you wouldn’t deny to admit that you liked him, ALOT.
but you never told him. you were scared of commitment ever since it happened.
you never told him, you never bothered to say anything because he never asked you and you were fine with it. until one day.
you both were on the rooftop at his place laughing about anything and everything, talking about what happens.
until he asks a question.
“so, that day, the day you first messaged me about your ex’s friends shitting on you for what happened, whyd you think i was one of them?” he looked at the stars slyly, glancing at you at times.
“well.” you sighed, fiddling around with your fingers,
“i didn’t know who his friends were, so they would come around at work, giving me their number and i would text them obviously and they would always tell me i was cute or something but the next second they just shit on me saying mean stuff and i kinda just couldn’t trust anyone after that.”
he looks back down to look at you , with an apologetic look on his face, when he went to scoot a bit closer to you.
“can i ask what happened?” he asked as his hand was slightly touching yours as you looked at the stars.
“we were happy for a year, everything was fine but they grew distant. they stopped talking to me and always went to clubs and came back home drunk. they seemed off for so long and i went to their place and saw them making out with someone else and i just kinda lost it, because they did this twice and i lost my shit at that point, i haven’t felt love ever since. i just kinda lost motivation, i really want my old self but i just can’t seem to find it.” tears filled your eyes to the brim as i told him everything.
as the tears start to flow out, he hugged you tightly and rubbed your back. “lo siento mucho querida.” he whispered.
“you did nothing wrong okay? it was all them.” he hugged you tighter.
as he pulled back from the hug, wiping the tears from your eyes.
it was silent for a moment after he pulled away.
“i could change that.” he spoke up after the brief silence that filled between us.
you locked at him surprised, “what.. do you mean?”
“you said.. you would never feel love again right..?” his words were soft when he spoke.
you nodded slowly as you turn to look at him looking at the stars.
“well, i could change that.” his head lowered down to look at you but you looked away.
“how will i know you end up the same as they did?” you looked down looking at your knees when you felt his hand grab your chin and pull you in closer for a kiss.
you were shocked at first but then you slowly melt in to the kiss, finally realizing he was the one.
as he pulled away, he held your hand tightly. “i promise i won’t break your heart mi amor.” he whispered. "ill give you the world, the stars if possible, anything for you."
you felt this wave of love you’ve never felt before and it made you feel full, you went to hug him tightly as you never wanted to pull back
“i love you, miles.”
“te quiero también, mi amor. más de lo que sabes.”
after that day, you and miles started dating and it was nothing like you experienced before.
it was always flowers here, flowers there and he was just a straight up gentleman to you.
you just closed up your shop early tonight to go on your first date with miles, and when you both were walking there, you bumped into someone and both crash to the ground.
“oh my god im so sorr-“ you were frantically picking up their stuff to give it back and when you both look at eachother, you stopped talking. it was your ex.
everything, every single memory of you both flowed down your mind and you remembered it all too well.
“amor are you okay?” miles bent down to check on you when he noticed you giving a dirty glance at your ex, and it hit him.
“yeah i’m fine let’s just go.” you tried to stand up but your ex’s hand pulled you back down and restraining you from standing up.
“what the fuck do you want?” you screamed and it grabbed miles attention.
“please, im sorry i didn’t mean it can things just go back the way it was?” he protested and was on their knees begging you to stay
i pulled my hand out of his grip as we both stood up “i already told you, a million fucking times, no.”
“please i’m sorry, i- i was drunk and i wasn’t thinking straight.”
“so you’re telling me, those both times you were drunk and you weren’t thinking straight? those both times you fucking cheated on me and you weren’t thinking straight? you choosing pleasure over our goddamn relationship and you weren’t thinking straight? you could’ve thought for a SINGLE moment, will this affect my relationship? of course it fucking will you asshole. get out of my sight.” you stood back up and walked opposite where your ex was, but they wouldn’t stop and grabbed your hand again.
“just forgive me plea-“ he was about to get on his knees but miles stood infront of you and grabbed their arm tightly so they could release your arm
“back up bro, y/n already told you they don’t want you. don’t make it harder for us. one step closer and you’re gone got it?” miles let go of his hand as a warning and they nodded and ran away and miles turned to you.
“are you okay querida? you aren’t hurt anywhere are you?” he put his arms on your shoulders, scanning your body for any wounds.
“i’m okay, just a bit shaken up." you sighed, fixing your clothes.
miles was genuinely worried about you and you told him everything's fine as long he was with you.
"i'm so sorry amor that they keep doing that to you." he grabbed yout waist and pulled you in a hug.
"you know ill protect you always right?" he pulled away from the hug.
"promise?" you held out your pinky for a pinky promise and smiled softly.
"promise querida." he took his pinky and hooked it with yours and shook it softly and pulled you in another hug.
although you still remember all the heartbreaking memories all too well, you had him and that was enough for you.
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Enigma// ch 13
anakin x reader
a/n: sorry for the wait!!! i started a summer job and i’ve been hellllllaaaa busy lol- dw tho, im still writing!!
You have a relaxing dinner with Ahsoka until the end of the year approaches
warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mention of periods, possible pregnancy mention,
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More time passed and you prepped for finals; luckily this year you were able to exempt most of your sit in exams and instead only had one big project and a 20 page thesis due.
You had been feeling nauseous for the past few days but the 20 page paper’s deadline was looming over you, so it was probably the stress from that. You also hadn’t had much time to eat, so you could also just be hungry.
You ignored the feeling and went back to typing.
The paper was almost done, only two more pages then you were free for the weekend.. Just two more.
Ring Ring
Ahsoka was calling, you finished the sentence you were on before picking up the phone.
“Hey”
Hey hey! Are you busy tonight?
“I should be free after one more page of this thing”
Damn! Congrats! You've been at that shit since mid terms! I think that deserves celebration!
You laughed, hopefully she wasn’t proposing a party because you weren't quite feeling up to that.
“What do you have in mind?”
I dunno… wanna just grab take out and eat it by the koi pond? I kinda just want a chill night before I have to start practice for nationals.
“That sounds wonderful”
Cool! I'll see you at 6:30?
“Sounds good to me!”
Oki bye bye!
The end of the line clicked as she hung up and a small smile settled onto your face; even though you hadn’t known Ahsoka that long, the two of you just clicked and were almost always on the same wavelength.
Some of you wanted to tell her about Anakin, but you just felt like at this point it would add drama to the already stressful end of the year.
You were seen as the baby of the friend group, so you wouldn’t know how they would feel if you and Anakin officially confirmed the relationship…Also Ahsoka could be a little dramatic at times and you were afraid she would become too involved and make jokes or treat you and Ani differently.
And you had known Anakin long enough to know that those small changes would piss him off and he might accidentally take it out on the relationship.
You got back to your computer when you got a really bad cramp in your abdomen.
Oh fuck, you hadn’t gotten your period on its normal week so apparently its deciding to come now…great, something else to add to your delightful week.
You finally finished your paper and let out a long groan as you stretched your back. You grabbed your keys and headed down to meet Ahsoka outside the dorms. Once the two of you met up and got your food, you walked to the koi pond on the northern side of campus.
The sun was setting and the sky was a mixture of beautiful oranges and pinks; you took a seat on the iron bench that overlooked the gardens surrounding the koi pond.
“This is so nice, I needed to chill,” Ahsoka said, breaking apart the cheap wooden chopsticks that came with her bento box.
“Yea, I feel ya” you said opening the box of lo mein you ordered.
“Ya know, I cant believe i’m gonna be graduating in just a few weeks… Like what the actual fuck, I swear I was just a freshman like two weeks ago” Ahsoka baffled as she watched the fish swim laps around the pond.
“Oh yea, I wanted to get a brunch with all of us next sunday before I have to go to nationals, would you be able to come?” she added.
“Yes! I’d love to” you responded, before remembering that would be one of the last times you would see her before her graduation.
“I’m going to miss you so much Ahsoka” you said sadly, “Will you keep in touch?”
“Does a fish need water? Of course y/n!” she smiled; “you’re my best girl friend; sure sky guy and Ben are nice, but they're not another girl. And I like Satine alot, but she's older and in a totally different place in life than us, ya know?”
“Yea, I’m glad we met too” you smiled.
You conversed over random topics and future plans-
“Do you think you’ll party a lot next year?” she asked you
“Hmm, I don’t think so”
“Why not? Don’t you wanna find a partner or atleast a hook-up?” She asked, biting down on her last California roll.
“I’m actually pretty content, I think most of my party phase was exhausted freshman and sophomore year”
“Yea, I get it, I really only kept going out cause the team likes to go to the big parties. Kinda changing topics though, are you interested in anyone this year?”
You froze for a split second before bringing the noodles to your mouth, “Not really, I mean I’ve been seeing this guy off campus, but I wanna keep it on the dl and so does he” you responded (you didn’t have the heart to completely lie to her).
“Ooo, is he cute? How old is he? What's his name? Does he have socials? I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my girl”
“Hah, that's a lot. Umm, I think he's cute, he doesn’t use social media much, and he’s just a bit older” (yeah right, more like twice your age).
“Ok….what's his name?” she asked again, a devious grin on her face.
You smiled and looked away, “Ahsoka, I love you, but I can't tell you, I promised him we’d keep it under wraps… He’s a very private person”
“Do I know him?” she definitely was gonna guess it if she kept at the questions.
You took all the power you could to construct a final lie, “no, I met him on a dating app”.
“Oh, never mind I guess, I’m happy for you!”
Phew.
You were not practiced in lying.
“Thanks, I really like him… I think I may be in love…I’ve never felt this way before” you smiled.
“That’s amazing, y/n. Will I meet him some day?”
“Of course”
The rest of dinner was pleasant, until your stomach started hurting again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I think I'm just gonna get my period soon” you said.
“Wait, shouldn’t you have gotten it like two weeks ago?”
Huh?
“Yea, remember, we’re kind of synced, You’ve been starting yours half way through my cycle since like September”
“Oh, I think it's just late from the stress”
“Hopefully so” she laughed, “Wouldn’t want that mystery man to have knocked you up”.
She was joking, but something in you became worried… it had been a long time since your last period… and you and Anakin had been pretty busy…but wait
Anakin couldn’t have kids.
The doctors said so.
But what if…
You shook the thoughts from your head and asked Ahsoka if she would come with you to the drug store to pick up some tums for the stomach ache.
She went off to go look at the shampoo because she needed some more and you sneaked off to grab a pregnancy test.
While you were in line you decided to update your boyfriend on the night’s conversation
“Hey babe, just fyi Ahsoka was asking about who i was seeing so i lied and said a guy from tinder, just wanted to lyk”
In no time your phone buzzed
Alright, thanks for covering, have a good night princess.
“Goodnight my love”
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The week went by and you only had the project to finish. Most of your academic stress was subsided, but your personal stress grew by the day.
You hadn't opened the pregnancy test you got last week… you couldn’t bring yourself to.
or
Maybe it was because you hadn't had time…
oh who were you kidding?
You were scared.
But if you were pregnant, you should probably find out soon. Right?
Right.
You went into the bathroom and locked the door.
This was it.
The moment of truth.
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a/n: so this ch was more of a filler to get to the next few chapters…. the plot is thickening and i hope your interest stays!! ty again for reading :)
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Art you have no fucking idea how famous you are on twt and within army in general i met up with a few armys in my city like a get together with about 100 of us in Orange County and god we were all talking about fanfics are you’re SUCH A FAV AMONG ALLLLLL 😭😭😭😭
Btw idk if you remember me but it’s me Ari I’m so sorry I fucking ran away and vanished i just was focusing a lot on myself and my degree got caught up with life and then got admitted in the hospital for 2 months because of pneumonia
BUT IM ALLLL GOOOOD I have this entire week off and I’m gonna read all your new drabbles i see there’s like 4-5 since i was gone 🥹🥹🥹
AHHH I HOPe you’re okay art? Be happy and stay hydrated BESTIE 🥰🥰🥰 i lovereeeeeee youuuuyy
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i am very perplexed like what do i do with this information and what do you mean i am being perceived for real… but also i’m blushing giggling and kicking my feet 🫣🏃 lmaoooo i love you all so much THANK YOU. my works being something armys can bond over??? THAT’S CRAZY. (wait what goes on at twt i’m clueless and nosy i live in on my own lil bubble over there)
AND OFC I REMEMBER U >:( AND I’VE MISSED U SM!! but i’m happy you’ve been focusing on yourself and i hope you will stay healthy moving forward 🥺💕 hehe have fun with your break and with readingggg <3 i’d love to hear your thoughts again :") i truly missed you and i love you too!
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fellas that last ted lasso episode. hmm.
listen i'll be real no matter what im gonna be out here gushing abt trent crimm cause he's my special little guy and im obsessed with him, but considering the Literal Paragraphs ive been writing abt all the shit i LIKED about the show, i didn't know how else to process these Less Good emotions than by blurting it all out over like two hours (instead of doing the dishes, lmao).
tldr; s3e2 was such an emotional high point for me, since i really felt like it had something concrete + specific to say about physical violence + social/emotional violence, and how they're BOTH highly valued as masculine ideals. but the episodes since then...
it kind of feels like im watching the result of a long and bloody fight between different writers? writers who, apparently, wanted Very different things from this last season, so now we're getting this. bizarro world mish-mash of two hypothetical shows, where tone + content + themes vary WILDLY and inconsistently from episode to episode - and even scene to scene!
[cw: discussions of sexism + racism, in a doylist context, also s3e5 spoilers]
specifically, i feel really disappointed and hurt that they went that direction with shandy's arc. i understand that we're only half way through the season, and obviously anything could happen between now and then but... really? like, is there some kind of budgeting issue here? we can't afford for there to be more than three (complex, not sexy lamps) women in any given episode? is that why the second jack appears, barbara loses any depth (what happened to that lovely moment of connection with the snow globes????????), and THEN the second SHANDY goes off her head it's. jack time? apparently???? like. this would feel a lot better as a viewer if at this point the show hadn't PRIMED me for jack doing something insanely stupid + cruel for no reason except 'haha Keeley Bad At Her Job'.
like. the first thing we see of shandy fine is her pride in keeley, and genuine appreciation of her hard work and skill. she's CLEARLY not stupid, otherwise why would the rest of her introductory scene be her helping keeley out with filmmaking advice (the extras thing) AND random, life experience shit (knowing how to deal with goat shit)?? she knows her way around a set, and she doesn't make any of the footballers feel judged, even when she's clearly thrown by the clips they're providing her.
so why in the space of like, barely a few weeks, does ALL of that get thrown out the window? 'condoms for balls'??? why are we supposed to just take for granted that she's stupid + overly ambitious (other than the Fucking Obvious!) when the show put NO effort into actually setting that up???? like, if her first scene was her monstrously fucking UP the shoot for keeley, and keeley hired her on pure sympathy then like. sure. whatever. no room for bleeding hearts in business. but that ALSO sucks as a story line for ted lasso, a show that (according to its OWN press releases!) is supposed to be about kindness and human connection and breaking cycles!
it just. it hurts? in a way where its like, i don't believe even a little bit that this was what the writers were aiming for with those scenes, and it frightens me that there could be such a wide gulf between intent and result. especially when bonding about The Shandy Incident is what got keeley and jack together (which i am trying... So hard to feel positive about, because explicitly confirming keeley's bisexuality is amazing, least of all bc it makes her jokes with rebecca feel a lot less mean-spirited on the writers' parts, retroactively)... like how am i supposed to be enjoying their moments together when i feel like the show's whole premise has been betrayed???
and really? the one moment nate gets to feel good in this WHOLE season, it's bc the server at the restaurant who previously could not care if he dropped dead right in front of him showed him some affection + validation?????
like, sure, i GUESS im happy that this random excuse for an arc has lead to a slightly more sympathetic female character existing at least in the PERIPHERY of the show's main storyline, except no im fucking not? i don't care about this fucking restaurant, and even though ive been DESPERATELY trying not to hate jade (even though the writers themselves can't seem to decide if she's Literally Racist or just a depressed service worker) NATE shouldn't care about jade! the ONLY way i can see this being an actually interesting arc for nathan is if its another exploration of his inability to leave behind the things + people that have hurt him, combined with years of conditioning where he's never allowed to express being annoyed/upset at anyone (which richmond!!! contributed to!!!!!! 'if you're mad, count to ten. if that doesn't work, count again'??? cool speedrun tips for resentment ted!). like, an arc where we see that distance away from richmond hasn't helped nate as much as it's removed some of the worst triggers, so a taste of athens ends up in the same awful pit of resentment + loathing as ted did. which nate clearly hates! he doesn't LIKE being that person! he apologised to a PAINTED DOLL of ted!!!! but when he doesn't have the framework or tools or SUPPORT to do anything else...
like. where is his team? obviously im not expecting the show to start being about a bunch of football players that AREN'T from richmond but? even just a small moment of appreciation? or hell! maybe they hate him! if we could see LITERALLY ANYTHING abt the sport which nathan has dedicated his life to, and how his Actual Coaching style is positively or negatively impacted by the lessons he learned at richmond? this is a show ABOUT football!!!!!
i just. a taste of athens? again? a-fucking-gain?????
and honestly, the worst part is that i REALLY liked the little monologue that nate got to give about how important the restaurant was to him! as much as it showed that nate is still just as passionate + earnestly defensive of the things he loves, it ALSO shows that he 1. spends that energy explaining his passion to people who don't deserve it/won't care, and 2. gets attached to things that really fucking hurt him! and like. i am on my hands and KNEES for that to be the 'point' of this arc but at this point i feel like that's me being naive! but if fucking JADE from fucking ATHENS is the civilising white gf who FINALLY talks nate down from him ~ ignorant, vengeful crusade ~ against the absolute ~ matyrs ~ of goodness at afc richmond, i just. like. what are we even DOING here gang?
i don't know. it hurts that sam's gone from being an almost principal character in s2 to only getting passing lines in s3. it hurts that rebecca's off in her own world, talking to strangers, having life-changing revelations on her own, surrounded by sets we're never going to see again, where every scene she DOES get to spend w one of the richmond members feels hasty and rushed, like the episode wants to get a few characters obligatory appearances out of the way asap. it hurts that all the chekov's guns around zava's arc (jamie's resentment, ted's lack of guidance, dani being 'demoted' + colin being benched) were apparently all just blanks, to be hastily plastered over with one big long speech about... ted wanting everyone to have higher self esteem, or something?
and listen, more the fool me if another episode comes out next week that i completely adore, and i spend like five days singing its praises. im mostly writing this so i can go INTO the next ep without feeling resentful + upset! i'll be STOKED if i was wrong and all of those little details ARE actually important, and these arcs have more to them than this! but for now im just sad and annoyed :(
#ted lasso spoilers#ted lasso critical#<- this tag has like five posts in it total so i sincerely doubt anyone here needs it but i also Definitely don't want it showing up in the#main tag so??? fr pls lmk if anyone needs a specific tag for this#also. i swear im gonna stop malding and go to bed any minute now but#would rlly love if we got more than one episode dedicated to keeley doing her job. would love if we got more than one episode of ANY of#these characters doing their jobs?? hey what the fuck it just hit me there's been no training scenes since ep 1#(not counting jamie + roy since that's JUST jamie and roy - not all the coaches and not all the team)#like . remember how that's how ted won over the players to begin with? his coaching style? and how energetic + involved + earnest he was?#the way he ran laps WITH the team and then made a joke out of how they all beat him?#its just. lots of telling and not showing this season which im really hoping changes soon
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Sorry that you have to experience my toxic brain there’s a happy ending but anyways that pic of him in the lobby in Tokyo is giving the team meeting up in the lobby for a morning hangout/some coffee…he just came back from a run to join them. And you also work on the team and come strolling down a couple minutes later in your comfy sweats, probably still haven’t even put contacts in yet so you have your glasses on just very comfy lazy. lowkey you look a mess BUT there’s a good reason for it, because you and Harry have been secretly hooking up for a while now and lowkey have been acting like you’re dating but aren’t actually dating. And the night before is when you see *that* Tokyo video and you just become so sad. You don’t necessarily have a reason to be sad because you aren’t dating, but you’re up all night crying at some points and just ultimately tossing and turning…when you get down to the lobby you say your hellos And he can immediately tell you’re sad just by how you look because he knows you😔 like i said everyone thinks you’ve just woken up but he knows exactly what’s wrong😔😔the whole time you’re down there everyone’s talking, some even teasing him about the video which just gives you a pit in your stomach. He tried to laugh it off but you can tell he’s faking it. You two haven’t spoken once bc he obviously isn’t gonna say anything about you guys in front of everyone so you’re avoiding eye contact. After a while people start to file out one by one to get ready for the day just leaving you two alone. He immediately moves over to you and says “I’m sorry” and nothing else. You tell him it’s ok and he says “It’s not ok…I was drunk and it was stupid” and you’re like “Harry there’s nothing between us you don’t have to be sorry” but that kinda makes him sad and he’s like “of course there’s something between us. You’re the only person I’ve been with in weeks. It was a stupid drunk mistake” and he’s waiting for you to say something but you really don’t even know what to say so he continues “I don’t want you to think these past few weeks haven’t meant anything to me…they’ve meant everything to me”😔 and THATS what gets you to break and you start tearing up again and just very quietly say “they’ve meant everything to me too” and it’s also a sigh of relief because you’re both kind of confessing that you actually like each other and it was never just a hook up😔 since things are getting a little bit intense for a hotel lobby he says “cmon” and grabs your hand. In the elevator he’s just holding you while you cry😔 he starts getting a bit teary eyed too, and it’s not even because you’re sad he kissed someone else it’s mainly because you’re finally realizing he’s the person you love and vice versa😔😔 he brings you back to his room and you finish the conversation just pouring out feelings to each other and ultimately coming to a conclusion that you’re officially together😔 after a while of hugging and kissing he says “so who’s gonna tell everyone….” and you both just laugh and everything is good again😄😄😄
NOOOOOOOONONOONONOONONOOOO PLEASEEEE EWHAT THE FUCK IM GONNA CRYYYYFHGBFUFHHBHIJ
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okay i saw you taking requests and ofc i have to make one bc... how tf can i not but also bear with me bc this is my first time ever making an actual request and im scared
so you know when you're in the "less than lovers, more than friends" stage? yes. something like that with joe but he sees you being 'friendly' with some other guy and yk just some fun some jealousy some smut if you're feeling frisky 👀
i did not make any sense and now im gonna dig a hole and kms out of embarrassment. sorry you had to read that.
oh my god im literally so honored that you chose me for your first request 🥲 hopefully i did it justice queen !!
TW: rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), language, drunk sex kinda??, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
You had known Joe for years now. You two went to school together and shared the same friend group. There was always some kind of sexual tension between you two, and it became a running joke between your friends as to when you two were finally going to swallow your pride and start dating. Joe swore that there was nothing, and would always be nothing, between you two other than your regular playful flirting. That was until one new years party and a few too many tequila shots later, when you guys broke your promise, and were soon ripping each other’s clothes off in the bathroom of your best friends house.
And that brings us to now. It’s been a year since then, and you and Joe had practically become inseparable. Despite the fact that you guys fucked like rabbits, and went out for lunch almost every weekend, you both agreed to not make your relationship exclusive. With Joe being away from home a lot, and you constantly working late hours, it would be hard to start and maintain a relationship. So, you just relished in the time you two could spend together.
After a whirlwind year for Joe, he finally was getting a week break for the holidays. Since he hadn’t seen much of his friends all year, he organized the whole group to go out to a club together. Like Joe, you also hadn’t done much other than work all year, so you were excited to get dressed up and give no fucks for a night.
You put on a short black dress showing as much cleavage as possible, some red platform heels, and a thin gold necklace Joe had gifted you for your birthday. Your hair was done in beach waves, and you put it in a high ponytail with a couple pieces framing your face. Your makeup was minimal besides a sharp cat eyeliner, and a bold red lip. Most people might say you were dressed slutty but fuck it. This was a night to let loose and you were going to do exactly that.
Your car was in the shop over the weekend, so Joe had agreed to pick you up. You’d probably be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t dressed like this for him. At least a little bit. You heard your phone ping, signaling a text from Joe saying he was outside. Grabbing your purse, you practically sprinted out the door into his car.
“Oh hey sexy.” Joe greeted you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
You laugh, “Hi. Ready to get fucked up?” you respond.
“Always.” He puts the car in gear, and starts driving to the club.
You pull into the parking lot to see all your friends waiting for you. You hop out of the car to be greeted by very loud heys and finallys.
“Oh look, the love birds finally decided to show up.” Your friend Jess said, pulling you into a hug.
“There’s no love birds here.” You gave Jess a look, telling her to shut up.
“That’s right, they’re just fuck buddies.” Wesley joins in. You roll your eyes and strut inside of the club.
The night was going great. Joe reserved an entire section in the back of the club for everyone to hang out and catch up when you weren’t cutting shapes on the dance floor.
Joe had his arm wrapped around you all night, making the love bird jokes a little harder to dispute. Once you had a few drinks, you were feeling a little frisky, you excused yourself to the dance floor.
You’re swaying your hips and tapping your feet to the sound of the music when you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn around to see a tall blonde man smirking at you, hands on your hips moving your body with him to the beat.
The two of you don’t exchange any words, you just start grinding into each other letting the music take you. His hands are roaming up and down your body before they land on your ass. Your arms find their way around the boys shoulders while his lips find theirs on your neck.
You continue grinding into him, small moans leaving your mouth until suddenly, your arm is being yanked from him and you’re dragged outside of the club.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” It’s Joe. He’s staring down at you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.
“What the fucks wrong with me? What the fucks wrong with you?!” He spits at you. You’re confused. He can’t be mad at you for dancing with someone else, you two aren’t even together.
“Are you jealous Joe?” You say with a condescending tone. He just laughs at you.
“You can’t be jealous Joe, you and i are not together. And if i remember correctly, you’re the one who originally wanted it that way.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy who gives you attention.” He knows that presses a button.
“Fuck you Joe. You don’t get to sit here and tell me i can’t have fun or i can’t fuck someone else.”
His eyes drop. “Are you fucking other people?” Silence. “Y/N, are you fucking other people?” He raises his voice.
“Like i said, we’re not together. We’re not exclusive. You expect me, a grown woman, to sit here while you’re gone for months at a time and just wait around for you?”
“Just because we’re not in a relationship doesn’t mean i’m okay with you shagging other guys.” He’s still yelling. You’re sure you’re bringing attention to yourselves, but that’s not exactly on the forefront of your mind. You need him to know he can’t pick and choose when he wants you.
“That’s not how it fucking wor-“ His hands grab your face as he pushes his lips on yours. You can’t help but to give in. You pull him closer to you as your tongue finds its way into his mouth.
He pulls away, “Follow me.” He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you back into the club. He leads you straight to the bathrooms and you know exactly what’s about to go down.
You two stumble your way into a one stall bathroom as he locks the door behind him. You can see the tent poking through his trousers as the heat between your legs starts growing.
“Face the mirror.” He commands. You do as he says, leaning over the sink and gripping onto the sides of it.
He lifts the bottom of your dress up and tears your panties off, earning a groan from you. His fingers immediately reach
for your pussy and he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You feel him grinding himself into your ass as his other hand reaches around your neck.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock inside of you and no one else.” He’s looking at you through the mirror, rubbing faster circles around your clit.
“I want you Joe. I want your cock and no one else’s. I want you to fuck me like you own me.” He groans in your ear and removes his fingers from your cunt.
He pulls his pants down, his boxers with them before slapping your ass. The pain makes you wince, but it doesn’t last long because before you know it he’s shoving his cock all the way inside of you.
“Holy- fuck Joe!” You scream out. You’re sure people outside can hear you but you couldn’t give less of a shit right now.
“Fuck babe you’re so fuckin tight. Gonna make me cum too fast.” He’s pounding in and out of you at an unhuman rate. Your body starts to go limp, and you hang your head lower, focusing on your grip on the sink to keep you from falling down.
Joe wraps his hand around your neck and brings your head back up.
“Uh-uh. Look at yourself in the mirror.” He gives you no choice but to look at yourself.
Seeing the way your mouth involuntarily hangs open as he drives his cock deeper inside of you.
“See that? See how good i’m making you feel? There’s no way anyone else could make you feel this good. Such a dirty fucking girl.” His words make your pussy clench around him. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you know he’s close.
His hand releases it’s hold on your neck and starts to focus back on your clit, trying to bring you over the edge.
“Oh my god Joe. Please don’t- fuck- don’t stop. Please please please.” You feel tears forming in your eyes as you beg him for a release. You see him nod through the mirror, allowing you to cum. Your body tenses up as a wave of pleasure washes over you, making you lose your balance once again.
Joe grabs onto your hips to both hold you up and give him more leverage to fuck into you, now chasing his own orgasm.
“Baby- oh shit- baby i’m gonna cum. M’gonna fucking cum!” He barely finishes his sentence before you feel his load dripping out of you and down your leg. He stays inside for a few minutes, places kisses along your back before slowly pulling out.
You fix your dress and your hair as he pulls his pants back up.
“Don’t talk to me like that ever again.” Joe says.
You smirk at his words, “If i speak to you like that again will you fuck me like that again?”
He rolls his eyes and smacks your ass. “Shut up. Now you can go back to grinding on that fucker with my cum dripping out of your cunt.”
#fic requests#joseph quinn blurb#joseph quinn smut#joseph quinn x fem reader#joseph quinn fic#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn rpf#joseph quinn#ceriseheaven
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there’s this thing i’ve noticed on ao3 since i’ve started posting stuff again. like i post a chapter, it’s been about a month since then, someone comments smth like “hey was wondering if ur gonna update or if you’ve abandoned it”
my guy it’s been a Month
it takes me a month to get about 10k out (which seems to be my average word count for my chapters) if and only if i’m writing everyday and im running into minimal issues
this fic in particular i have this written in like 2 places
ironically enough, this is a revamp of an actual abandoned work lol
it’s just strange to me because it hasn’t been long at all. i know there’s some popular authors that can churn stuff out on the daily or have a regular schedule and that’s good for them. they probably have a backlog of content, it’s probably all finished or nearing it and they’re posting in stages. or they’re a speed demon and have abilities us mortals cannot comprehend
i’m too impatient to do that stuff lol if i have a good thing going, i wanna share and yeah, sometimes updates are few and far between but that’s just how i roll lol might be bad for the numbers or whatever but im trying really hard not to give a shit about that lol
i’m not angry i wanna make that clear, i’m just perplexed lol (a little frustrated) like i’d expect this kind of question after a year or smth, but a month?
honey pls i don’t even work rn i’m at home near 24/7 dealing w health issues and i can write all fucking day long if i so pleased and im still not going to get stuff done in under a month for a large variety of reasons (editing, sending it to my beta, reworking scenes, rearranging scenes, first draft and the many between the final draft, just to name a few), pair that with my adhd and frequent flitting between whatever topic is the shiniest to me at the moment. i have 7 fics im actively working on. nothings really getting done but stuff is progressing at a relatively slow rate because of it
and sometimes you just need a break. like a real break. shutting my brain off for a good week or so
i’m aware that my readers don’t know this and they can’t know this unless they follow me on here and i happen to be talking about it lol
but still, a month? have you abandoned it?
honey pls i just started it! it’s been a month. give a guy some slack here. we’re human and busy and stressed and first and formost, we’re doing this for fun
fortunately, in my case, these comments don’t upset me. rather, they make me want to write that fic out of spite like fuck u it’s not abandoned look at me making so much goddamn progress on it
most people are not like me. they will get discouraged. i can’t keep up, is it even worth trying when im disappointing my readers over and over again?
then that fic u like so much might actually become abandoned.
this is not encouragement. even for me who might be spurred into writing that one work, it’s not positive encouragement.
i’m so so happy you like my work enough to inquire about it, but this is not the compliment you think it is.
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saskia and belialah. the empress and her shadow.
...im breaking my own rule of not posting any more original creations here but idgaf---i'll post some sketches and if there's interest i can throw this fic i'm working on up on ao3 for the monsterfuckers in the audience
so, backstory on THESE TWO:
i'm gonna go in real life order of events and talk about some of the inspos that went into some of these moments and where they were in our real life timeline of Experiencing these two
under the cut bc i must remain polite in the face of my hyperfixations
HELLO I MAY BE POLITE BUT IM RABID LETS GOOOOOOOOO
ok so, canonical order of events: saskia (matriarch) and belialah (demon lord) meet, they establish an alliance, belialah does stuff for saskia. at some point, saskia starts amassing her generals (we'll get there) and chooses belialah. somewhere in here as well, saskia splits from the empire and starts doing her Evil Deeds for her Evil Plans. I'm not sure which of the last two came first. in either case, lost later meets belialah, we haven't seen her (physically) since (but that's not a good thing i don't think)
irl order of events:
Saskia throws a Fit, kills her nephew, and withdraws from the empire at large. we make fun of her because though she's the big bad, she's also weirdly wet and pathetic. we hate her. she's so sucks. and also so sexy. its bad
time goes by, things happen, eventually there's a big party with all the matriarchs!!! yaaaaay
lost and gilt go because ofc we do, and there's a big dance where everyone keeps changing partners. at the end of the dance, lost gets belialah
...elven ish woman. obviously weird. too pale skin. black hair. disheveled appearance. ill-fitting dress. holds herself weird. talks with a tremble and a breathiness to her voice that immediately makes us uncomfortable (my mans can do some fuckin VOICES and don't get me started on the sound effects). belialah says she's a huge fan---of lost's father. the being from before creation whose whole thing is "immortal life but not in the good way" instead of "you won't die" it's "you can't die" there is no death to escape from life, no matter the suffering.
so--red flags.
she tells lost that she's one of saskia's generals, and that saskia sent her to give lost a message: saskia is so excited for her to come home, and that lost should bring her brothers (6 beings of various otherworldly heritage like lost--saskia has a type and it is monsters) when she comes home. Lost tells her to tell saskia, from her and gilt, to fuck off.
belialah goes...monstrous. red eyes start popping open all over her skin and she gets quiet and threatening about how lost is disrespectful and how--yeah, she will tell saskia that. and she leaves in a cloud of black vapor
i turn to chase. i say "oh they're fucking"
and he hits me with "...belialah would probably like to!"
and i hit the ground running. sprinting. i was off into the distance without another fucking word. little roselyn-shaped dust cloud left behind.
fic. art. works. stuff. so much. headcanons. throwing everything at the wall. attempts at first time. attempts at canon. saskia bitchiness. belialah wanting to smash despite the great danger to her personal health. weird fetish fic. modern!au. headcanons about modern!au. deep dives. analysis. narrative foils. sex. so much sex.
it's everything. they're everything
i want them to be terrible together. that's all i want. that's all i've ever wanted.
i set about creating for them in a frenzy--it's been love and war time for...since early may of last year?? some coming up on a year, now (again---150k words written in this time, with april's word count unknown but already above 10k. jan ALONE was 32k). love and war time means that it's always love and war--it's just different people inside the campaign. oh it's saskia oh it's freya it's gilt and lost let's bop over to adele what about gilt's parents-
FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR
it's been great.
Chase messaged summer and i a few weeks ago like "hey. i got a belialah meeting saskia inspo video, but i need to show you in person bc i need to get your reaction live."
he showed me this
we had a moment of "...oh my god its from a gacha game?" and then i made him play it three times in a row just Absorbing the vibes
chase: it's saskia and belialah when they first meet, with belialah thinking she has the upper hand and saskia proving that she is very, very wrong. but i don't know what a ball in the abyss looks like...
me: say no more
and i hit upon them meeting at an event where it's basically like---demons from all over gather, have a civil time---when bloodshed eventually happens (which it always does bc they're literal actual demons) it's a free for all and it's expected to be a bloodbath, that's part of the appeal
belialah's there, as you do, and saskia's there to talent scout from the pool of winners for her big evil plans. belialah's like "wtf is a stupid little mortal doing here why are you unaccosted where is your collar" kinda behavior and goes over there, they talk, they dance (also a ploy for power among demons, it's a sizing up thing instead of a fun thing), saskia reveals that she's got 1/8th of the power of a god in her soul and belialah's like "cool im fanatically devoted to you now i've never wanted to smash a mortal before can we make out"
and that's how they start their history
with me writing books about this campaign (again--pipe dream) i've been deciding on when and where i want these two to get highlighted, bc, again---we've never met saskia in person, she's spoken to lost and gilt directly once, and we've seen belialah once outside of saskia's bitchy announcement to the empire at large where she reveals she's got 12 generals and you better not try shit bc we're at WAR now (she's stupid i love her dearly)
and recently i've been working on their...first time? an epilogue for one of the books. the actual thing won't have sex in it if it gets to be part of the book for realsies, but im not stopping there bc IM ME
and i've been tinkering with like...ok how do we show in isolated little epilogues and snippet scenes that saskia and belialah have INSANE sexual tension so that when they do get together, its weird but satisfying bc again---belialah is a demon. she's got a human form. that is not her true form. i've drawn it, it's sexy to saskia, i'll post it soon.
but i need these two to snark at each other with saskia resisting belialah's advances bc "im trying to take over the world stop distracting me" while belialah's like "SASKIA LEMME SMASH. PLEASE" until eventually it happens because they're terrible and i love them and it needs to happen, frankly. im overruling my boyfriend. at the point we are at, they are fucking already. he does not have a choice. im overruling him.
chase, if you're reading this--the goal with this first time fic is to make it plausible enough that you accept it as canon. thank you.
bc like--they're terrible. they're perfect. they've both got bratty younger sibling/cocky hotshot who thinks they're invincible kinda energy and belialah has no doubt in her mind that saskia can achieve her goals and saskia is getting someone who will stroke her ego and is having the thought of "im being recognized for how amazing i am it's about time"
the generals have made deals with saskia---saskia is planning on following through with 0% of these deals. belialah is the only one who didn't--she's here by saskia's side of her own free will.
they're fucking. at this point, they are fucking. decades of sexual tension kept alive by distance and "hello old friend" energy is suddenly coming to head with Belialah Always Being Around and saskia having to plan out her evil deeds with her being nutso devoted 24/7 and listen, man. this woman has an ego the size of the planet. she's gonna smash someone who inflates her ego, it's just how she works
ok lore dump over. sketch time now.
#roselyn talks#love and war#saskia tag#belialah tag#the empress and her shadow#i am. Unwell.#these two make me Unwell
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Tonight I'm on my knees
Eddie munson x reader
Summary: when things get too much, eddie comforts you
Warnings:smoking (eddie and reader),anxiety, sad reader, hurt/comfort. Lots of fluff. Even I am shocked at the fluff in this!
A:N- 18+ only minors be gone! , this got a lil deeper than I planned also please be kind this one hurt to write and is personal so yeah 🥺
Eddie munson requests open and more eddie on my masterlist!!
since you moved into the trailer park, every night, you'd be found on the bench, you have to weave in and out of a few poorly placed items of furniture and sometimes you tripped and thankfully no one would be awake to hear you curse, huff and then talk to the inanimate piece of furniture well, like it was animate.
The first time you met eddie, it's a picnic box, just in the middle of the path, and you hear a snort, the kind someone tries to stifle.
"that you wayne? Well I meant to do that actually" you nod to yourself.
The first night you moved here, a gruff voice interuppted your once again, raging at an object, this time a lighter.
"For fuck sake, stupid thing, that's the third one this week" you groaned and threw your head back
"You need some help there?" He chuckles, before stretching out his arm, his own lighter producing a flame.
"You new around here?" He asks
"Mmhm, you exhale
"You on your own?"
"Yup"
"Im wayne, live in that one at the front with the band stickers on the door"
Your eyebrows raise at him, but it's dark and you hope he doesn't see.
"I live with my nephew too, the stickers are his" he confirms.
"Right, right" you chuckle.
"anyway, I better get back home, be safe" he nods.
And since then, whenever wayne visited the bench, he'd chuck you a few extra cigs, bring a can of soda with him some nights.
But this night, you were met with someone else, who was trying hard not to laugh at you tripping over a box.
"im eddie" he pushes himself off the table and places his hands on his hips.
"Y/n" you reply.
"Come here often?"
"Every night"
"Huh" eddie says.
And after that, every night eddie waited for you. And you'd talk about everything and nothing and eddie would tell you about his new campaign and eddie would notice that whilst you were interested in what he was saying, there was something more, something reserved, something you were trying desperately to keep down in the darkest corner of your mind. Eddie noticed how when he got there after you, your voice wavered slightly sometimes, and your breath came out shaky.
the air bites at you crueler than normal, it hurts. You shiver as you make your way over to eddie.
"Hey sweetheart" he grins
"hey" you mumble. Hopping up on the bench next to him.
you take out your cigs and lighter wordlessly, Eddie's brow furrows.
"you okay?" He asks and his voice is filled with concern for you
"Mmhm, yep" you don't even look at him.
Eddie takes a drag of his cigarette
"Where's your head at darlin?" Eddie leans forward, placing his hand on your knee.
you shake your head, desperate.
"dont" you whisper
"hey" eddie grips your chin, pushes your face up so he can see you, he feels you tremble under his hand.
"oh" eddie swipes his thumb at a tear running down your cheek
"C'mere" and he wraps his arms around you
"Talk to me" he whispers, kissing the top of your head.
He feels you shake in his arms and he just holds you tighter
"I got you darlin it's okay" he reassures you, still not letting go.
"it's... its just, it wont stop, my mind it just wont fucking stop and i normally got a handle on it but i dont know its all just too much" your voice is barely a whisper, a sob escaping you while eddie still holds you like he's keeping you above water.
"sweetheart, look at me" eddie places his hand on your cheek, his fingers resting under your jawline
He smiles at you, comforting, you think you might break once more just by the look he has on his face.
"there you go" he says
"It's gonna be okay you know, even if it doesent feel like it today or tomorrow or next week, you got this yeah?" Eddie comforts.
"I mean, shit, your amazing okay?? you are the strongest person I know and yeah sometimes it's all a little much, but you have got this you hear me? Eddie's eyes stare through you almost as he waits for you to respond
"You hear me darlin?" He tilts his head,
You nod
"and whenever your ready, I'll be here when you wanna talk about whats goin on in that pretty little head" he taps the top of your head lightly
"eddie you dont have to-
"No! Stop that! I want to, okay? Let me be here for you" it's not a question it's a statement.
"a-alright, if your sure" you mumble.
Eddie's face lights up, finally, he's broken through.
"One more thing, come on" he pushes off the table walking towards the basket he picks it up and spins round, pointing to the woods.
"im not going in there at this time!" You whispered, shocked
"I'll protect you" eddie says seriously, he comes to wrap his arms around your waist
" you promise?" You cling onto him,
"I promise"
bang
The box shatters against the tree and Eddie whoops.
"Shh you'll wake someone up"
"This needed to be done, we have done a good deed okay I have been tripping over that thing for months" eddie groans
"HA! You tripped over it today didn't you"
"Nope, did not" eddie pouts making you giggle,
eddie sees the way your face lights up, the way your mouth twitches, and he's just happy he's the one that put a smile on your face.
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haven't posted in a very long time so here we go - me and my mum's relationship is still very turbulent but since december we've been sort of neutral with each other - not talking too much but when we so talk it's just joking around. in december we had a very bad argument but in the end it was all sorted. i'm turning 18 in a few months and i am both sad and happy; sad because i'm disappointing 12 year old me who decided that by 16 i'll be dead, and happy because it's sort of exciting? like i can't wait to legally drink and buy cigarettes. also, it's gonna be the last age i spend mostly in my family's house as after a-levels im moving out for uni (if i get in) so things should start looking up. i have the urge to kill myself daily but the thought of moving out being so close is keeping me from doing so.
i've mentioned my (now ex) girlfriend on here before. we broke up in december. well, i broke up with her. she ignored me after 2 months of our relationship and our concersations got less and less so i decided to break things off. i still miss her a lot sometimes but it's definitely been getting easier and easier to not be sad over it. i think that relationship was karma for breaking up with my boyfriend i dated before my girlfriend so that means my next relationship should be all good, right? i hope so lol
as of school, i am doing criminology, psychology, and english lit+lang a level. criminology is the easiest subject i've ever done and i love it, i love psychology but it's a lot of hard work, and i am completely useless at english (why the fuck did i pick english) so god knows if i'll get into university with my predicted D but one can hope, right? I had a massive slope from the bevinning of the academic year to a few weeks ago where i felt so drained and stressed and all of that, but my mind is starting to clear up so hopefully i can start doing my homework and boost up my english grade
that was my life update for anyone who cares, which is probably no one, but it's good for the soul to talk about their problems online, right?
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