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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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bae i’m thinking of man eren extra hard because i’m nervous as fuck writing this email to this lawyer so i can get an internship. i need strength from my man right now 😭

baeeee omg! first of all, sending you alll the good vibes. You got this. 🥹🫶🏾 and second, I got youuu. (I’m so sorry I didn’t get to this sooner, work was whooping meee!) but just walk with me for a minuteee.

content warning: plug!eren (because he is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫), oral (f. receiving) fingering, missionary, positive affirmations and praise kink, hand holding,

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eren was always the type of man that appreciated your work ethic. He never made it his mission to get in the way of your business or try to discourage you from pursuing your goals, no matter how many times he jokingly asked you to quit your job to serve as his full time eye candy; sitting on his lap while he counted his money or done his deals but that just wasn’t your style! You were never keen on sitting around and letting someone take care of you..even if it meant doing a million things at once! Trying to work, go to school and pursue other career avenues as well. Trying your best to make it all happen, even with the weight of the world sitting atop your shoulders. So that’s where he came in..in hopes to make it all the more easier to manage..

“Ahhhh…Ren..I’m so—“

“You’re close, baby. I know..but not yet. Need you to hold it for me..”

by easing your stress the best way he knew how and giving you some much needed encouragement after a stressful week. Sitting atop the marbled kitchen counter in his apartment, legs spread wide and his face in between your thighs as he lapped up the syrupy sweetness that was your sex. Your fingers gently twirling through his hair as you attempted to hold back on drenching his face but that was seeming to be all but inevitable. You had just gotten off from another long, grueling shift at the restaurant and rather than resting, you were back on your grind with school work. As much as he admired it all, he knew you were running on fumes. Burnt out and struggling to keep your head up. Naturally, he didn’t want to tell you otherwise and say to quit so he decided to give you some much needed encouragement by eating your pussy until you were left a mess for him. Massaging his fingers in and out, sucking on your clit and doing everything you loved. It felt way too good and just when you thought he couldn’t possibly take it even further, he’d stand to his feet; tugging at the waistband of his sweats and freeing his cock to slap against your folds.

“You know, I haven’t told you this lately but I’m so proud of you. Been working so hard and looking so fucking pretty while doing it..”

uttering those sweet words while teasing himself up against you..even sucking his teeth because of the sensitivity from the warmth. He was already aching for you and it had been a minute since you two shared an intimate moment like this so he’d make it all that more memorable. Slowly but surely, Eren slid inside of you and without breaking eye contact, he’d clasp your hands together to keep you guys in place. The initial thrust making you both gasp for air but eventually, you’d adjust and so would he. Right there on that counter top, he’d begin feeding you slow, deep strokes that teased your core and kept talking you through not only your inevitable orgasm but in general, giving you all of the affirmations you needed to hear right now from the man that they meant the most coming from.

“You always do such a good job…with working, handling your business…ooh fuck..and taking this dick f’r me..you’re so perfect, ion know how I got so lucky to have a girl like you.”

meanwhile, you were moaning and still clutching his hands as you tightened around his shaft. Becoming even more aroused at the mention of all of the things he admired about you. Everything you needed to hear right now. When he began to speed up, he’d get closer, holding you by the back of your neck, holding you up to make eye contact and give you sloppy kisses. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you so much..”

which made him break into a smile, making him want to stay lost in your forever…

“Anything for you..anything for my baby..”

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moonnightdew · 8 months

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💓 Love & Romance Messages 💓

The Four Of Cups

There is no true focus on love & romance for this bunch, because you are meant to be focused on yourself.

You are in a single & solitude era. You are being called to focus on your own well being at this time. Protecting your peace, self discovery & being your own bae is important.

Some of you may be bored, rejecting, or just unaware of romantic suitors at this time.

I’m seeing offers, but at this time you’ll be every cutthroat, picky & unbothered.

I see some in some form a therapy or healing for mental health, trauma, family or generational curses and that’s being prioritized. I also see education being a focused too, so some of you may be a student, going back to school, taking courses, becoming certified or established and diving into religion & spirituality.

This isn’t a time to get stuck in analysis paralysis, pondering of the past or what could be in the future— be here now. Clear out the clutter, keep it true & straight & just have fun at this time. Use discernment to know if anything is worth disturbing your peace for.

The Seven Of Pentacles

*There are many scenarios here

Love & Romance is focused on stability, change, freedom and a provider or partner with status, wealth or power.

For some of you, a decision between 2 partners or deciding what kind of partner you want is indicated. Remember your values, what you truly need to be fulfilled and think long-term. Be mindful of your intentions & what you’re investing time, money & energy into.

An attraction to a foreigner, or a wealth person in power is indicated ( a police officer, lawyer, doctor, celebrity)

A level up is needed— meaning your partner will have to level up for you OR you will have to level up for your partner. One person is more established, experienced & successful than the other. So love is coming in, but someone needs to get to a specific big point as far as money, fame, career or networking.

Ex: you want to pursue a celebrity romantically. Think about what you’d have to do to even be able to walk up to this person. We’re all human, but it’s very unlikely that’d you just be able to be with a celeb easily. If you live in a small town, run a small business, or a small social media account— what can you do to get noticed while staying true to yourself? How can you level up your reputation to eventually be known by this celeb?

*Don’t focus too hard on specific celebrity, wealthy or just successful person. You might want a specific celeb like a singer, but end up with a famous songwriter or producer instead. You might want an actress/ actor, but end up with a NFL OR NBA star.

A big move is how you meet this person. Your creative passion, career/ job or public reputation is how you meet this person. ( and vice versa)

(You may be moving to a new city, state or country. Starting a business that becomes successful & well known or you become famous on social media or in your state for your career)

For those of you already in a relationship ( someone not on your level, someone you settled with or already married or in a relationship with someone else) either they put in the work to change & level up for you OR leave that other person or relationship— or you leave them behind. You’ve outgrown someone and they want to continue to do the same things, which will hold you back. Some of you are with someone who knows your worth & knows you can do better. So they’re keeping you stagnant, so you won’t go to someone better.

I see a time of being single & going through a glow up.

How am I settling? What do I need to do to level up? What have I outgrown? Is the old keeping me from the new? How can I bring in someone on my frequency, when I’m being help back by lower frequencies? What am I wasting / what am I not taking advantage of? What am I underestimating?

*some of you need to read pile #3

The Wheel Of Fortune

Love & Romance is focused around time management, whirlwind romances, prioritizing finances or yourself.

You will have many opportunities regarding love & romance, however it depends on YOU.

There’s a huge energy of you prioritizing, something else over your live life. It’s indicated that you’re prioritizing something that will bring you security, more money, status or fulfillment currently or in the future. ( work, business, creative pursuits, savings, body transformation, mental health, self care & singledom)

So the energy is “what can you bring to MY table, that I can’t already serve myself?”.

Now this can be you or a person you’re interested in, so this can be vice versa.

Being to busy, high standard, demanding, spoiled, unattainable independent or happily single may intimidate a lot of people. You may be approach by people who want you to dim your light, slow down, be less busy, make time and open or change your schedule around for them. The question is: are they worth it.

Be mindful of sacrificing or delaying what’s important to you & good for you ( in the long run) , to entertain or accommodate someone who wants your attention for a minute.

How can I make time for romance? What am I putting aside for someone else? Do I jump at love without thinking? Is love important right now? How do I romance myself? Can I wait for love? Is this attention really a distraction from my goals?

The Knight of cups

Love & Romance is focused around broken promises, healing, forgiveness, apologies, communication, love language & opening your heart.

( I see an indication of friendship here, as well as a broken commitment ( promise ring, engagement, marriage)

You are still dealing with a blow to the heart. Feelings of being left behind, stabbed in the back, revenge, & picking up the pieces is emphasized.

For some a strong energy of forgiveness or an apology is here. I see many feeling guilty of hurting you and vice versa.

Someone you’ve blocked & refuse to talk to— wants to communicate with you. I’m seeing conversations about the past, reunions, laying it out on the table, expressing truths, emotions & apologies. However, it does not mean this person (s) will stay in your life. Be mindful of selective hearing or seeing; do not overlook unchanged behavior or old tricks.

*A scorned woman or man may resonate with you.

I see many of you single & isolating yourself from many out anger & pain.

For other, these are ghost wounds from the past. This has already happened to you, but you fear it will happen again. Feelings of guilt, shame & anger will arise as you ponder on seemingly wasted time. Don’t turn the sword onto yourself. Know that nothing is wasted & this will add to you wisdom & growth in the long run. Take these Ls & turn them into MORE love… make lemonade. Do not allow another’s wounds to bleed onto you, do not allow bitterness to make you a lemon. Release the sourness you’ve experienced & add sweetener to your life. To sweeten, does not mean to sugarcoat— it means taking the sour & salty moments and making the best of it. Honey is used to heal as well…

Allow the ice to melt & warm your heart again. Allow for new love in all forms to come to you ❤️‍🩹

You are being called to confront your fears & triggers. People from the past may come back to you, so you can close & heal old wounds. You’ll be tackling feelings of your worth.

Do you stay true to yourself? Do you value yourself? Do you give the power to determine your worth, what you deserve & who you are to another? How can you take back your power & your heart? How can you sweeten? How can you open your heart again?

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daisydaphne · 1 year

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𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Character: Katsuki Bakugo x GN

Category: fluff.

_ _ _ _

Katsuki had a really big fight today at work. It was a tough fight, but he won.

His arms were full of scratches and he could smell blood from somewhere, maybe his arms? He was just to tired to check on it.

Yes, he should have gone to the hospital, but today was the day that you would arrive home; he could not miss that.

You had been on a trip to Chicago, a perfect job opportunity to your lawyer’s career, but that meant 3 weeks without your cranky boyfriend. Katsuki was really supportive, and even demanded you to go. He truly was a gentleman when he wanted to.

He was such a gentleman that he even took care of your apartment and your shitty cat (that now he claimed to be his owner).

Katsuki’s cellphone received a message from you. You were on a cab, just a couple of minutes away from him. The three weeks had seemed like three fucking months to him.

He tried to stand up on his foot, but his whole body was aching. His body was trembling but suddenly a couple of hands grabbed him.

“What in the fucking hell happened?”

“Miss you too, bae” he didn’t even want to see you. Maybe he was a little bit too hurt. You tried to call a cab to the hospital but he stopped you. “Come on, I need to be with you tonight”.

_ _ _

“Take a bath, okay? I’ll make something to eat”.

“Yes, sir”.

Katsuki’s body was a mess. Even his legs were hurt and didn’t know how he could go to work tomorrow morning. This whole thing of being a superhero was killing him slowly.

He didn’t see why keep doing it.

He put on some clothes and went to the kitchen while drying his hair with a towel. The stress and the anxiety tortured him once more: What if he was the worst superhero?

Millions of thoughts were torturing him until a plate of noodles appeared in front of him.

“Are you okay, Suki?”

He just simply nodded. He didn’t really want to talk about it. He was feeling like shit for messing up your trip.

“There were a bunch of superheroes back there in Chicago. It was really cool, you know?” You said while eating. “But I realized that no one could compare to the best superhero”.

“All Might? Super pizza?” He was being sarcastic, he really wasn’t in the mood.

“You, baby. You are the only superhero I need”

You truly were his only superhero. The one that is always with him no matter what.

Tears were coming out of Katsuki’s eyes. Those words were the ones he needed, but at the same time he hated to be weak in front of others.

“I love you”. Katsuki really needed to hear that from his soulmate. “Just for the record, I didn’t cry, got cha?”

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wheres-mylove · 10 months

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as if!

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Tyrell!Reader

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Part 1: Heart of Stone

Summary: It's just another day of dealing with unpleasant professors, unwanted admirers, and now Aemond Targaryen on top of it. Miss Tyrell welcomes a new housemate. He's quite charming. In his own way. Disclaimer: English isn't my first language! Word count: 3.3k

The skirt's hem swirled around her legs as she spun in front of the grand gilded mirror.

“Just to be sure, how do I look in green?” asked (Y/N), squinting and carefully analyzing her reflection. “Because if not stunning, I’m afraid I can’t leave the house.”

Mr. Tyrell didn't take his gaze off the stack of papers on the table, only murmured approvingly. His daughter placed her hands on her hips. These damned lawyers and their workaholism.

“There wasn't supposed to be any reading of lawsuits at breakfast! You're not even listening to me.”

“You're a rose, dearest. Green and red are your colors,” the man replied, finally looking up and sending her a self-satisfied smile.

(Y/N) shook her head and checked her phone notifications, deftly avoiding unread messages from Arryk Cargyll.

Gods, men and their inability to read the signals.

“What are your plans for the afternoon?” Mr. Tyrell asked suddenly, tapping the table with his pen.

“Coffee date with Baela. Looking pretty and discussing existential problems,” she said, lost in thought about whether to block the pest.

“You have to stay here after you’re finished with your classes. I'm heading to the court, and we'll have a guest,” her father informed, finally earning a bit of her attention.

“You invited that hot prosecutor chick to our place?” she asked with great enthusiasm, receiving a disapproving look in return. “What? You two would make a good - looking couple.”

“I will just pretend that I didn't hear that. Do you remember Alicent Hightower? Married to Baela’s uncle. The divorce case from around four years ago. Custody battles, side family feuds, property disputes? A very… emotional woman.”

“Alicent, Alicent…. Wait, that beautiful lady who cried so much?” she inquired. Mr. Tyrell nodded. “Ah, I’ve heard that story, she had every right to act the way she did! Stop calling women emotional. So, you're after divorced ones now? Aside from being friends with Bae, I also know Aegon, that's a bit awkward, dad.”

Her father sighed and waved his hand, losing his patience.

“Well, now you'll meet Aemond. I offered him some sort of a collaboration. I have tons of work, I can't keep up. No help from anywhere. An inheritance scorned.” He gave her a meaningful look.

“Lawyers are super boooring. I don't meddle in such shady business.”

“The young man just graduated from Oldtown University and he's really promising. I need someone to handle the responsibility. I also feel a bit obligated to Alicent, she's an old friend of mine, and the trial was, how to phrase it, rather nasty,” Mr. Tyrell continued. “He'll stay with us here for a while. That will make him more available whenever there’s a new task.”

“What now, excuse me? In our house?” She dramatically spread her arms, gesturing to everything around. “How sweet that you're asking for my opinion.”

“Oh, come on, dearest, this house is so big that you could get lost in it. We barely bump into each other. You won't notice he's here. Besides, don't pretend you spend so much time indoors. King's Landing pulls you outside.”

“Who would have thought that you’ll end up as a philanthropist,” she muttered, crossing her arms and plopping down onto a chair with a pout. “Men are nothing but trouble. The vibes won't be the same anymore.”

“If Aemond becomes any trouble for you, you have a lawyer for a father, keep that in mind. Just threaten him.”

“Dad, he's also somewhat capable in that field. Didn’t you call him promising?”

“Yes, but which one of us is a big fish?” Mr Tyrell stood up and patted her shoulder. “Be nice, as nice as you can. Oh, and he'll take a cab from the airport. I'd risk a personal injury case if you were to pick him up.”

Baela got out of the car, clutching her heart with one hand and gripping the door handle tightly with the other.

“This is the last time you gave me a ride!” she exclaimed, to which (Y/N) burst out laughing.

“You're exaggerating, Bae.” She tossed the keys in the air and caught them with the same hand. “There's no better driver in Westeros than me.”

“You're the best at speeding and ignoring road signs, I'll give you that,” her friend said, fixing the mess of curls that the rush of air had created. (Y/N) lightly hit her butt with the textbook she had in her hand. Baela sucked in air indignantly.

She couldn't retaliate because her phone played 7/11 by Beyoncé, signaling an incoming call.

“Jace,” Baela announced softly and picked up the call with a voice that was definitely higher than usual. “Hey, babe, what's up?”

The girl passed her on the stairs, engrossed in a conversation with her boyfriend. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. Bae stopped in the uni hall, still on the phone, gesturing that she'd catch up in a moment. There was nothing left to do but sigh in irritation and head to the classroom. This part of the campus was still mostly empty, but it didn't take long until she heard fast footsteps behind her.

“Hey, Miss Tyrell!”

Oh gods, no, not this, please.

Arryk caught up with her and put his arm around her shoulder. (Y/N) forced a fake half-smile and smoothly slipped out of his grip. If he was disappointed by that, he didn't show it. After all, she didn't owe him anything.

As if. Who does he think he is?

“Hey,” she replied dryly, hoping to deter any silly ideas he might have in his head. “I’m waiting for Baela.”

“I'll wait with you then,” he suggested with a hopeful tone. (Y/N) grimaced, desperately looking for someone she could use as an excuse to escape this conversation. “I messaged you yesterday. You probably didn't notice, that’s alright.”

“No, I just didn't have time to reply,” she clarified, finally spotting someone on the horizon who rarely attended that class, so his presence now was almost a miracle. "I have something to discuss with Targaryen. Bye.”

She left Arryk in the middle of the hallway, greeted a few people she recognized from the course, and stood in front of Aegon, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

“A bit hungover?” she asked sweetly, trying not to laugh at the guy who struggled to open his eyes just to look at her.

“Good morning to you too, princess,” he mumbled, rubbing his temples in pain. “If I didn't have to, I wouldn't come here.”

Aegon Targaryen wasn't an exemplary student. He got kicked out of Oldtown University because his academic progress was non-existent. Now he was back in King's Landing. He could've changed his environment, but his love for parties, alcohol and weed remained.

She offered him a bottle of water. Aegon eyed it suspiciously.

“What can you tell me about your brother, Aemond?”

“I knew it wasn't out of kindness,” he grumbled, taking the water. “Don't you have other drinks?"

“He'll be working with my dad,” she explained, ignoring the silly question. “And he'll probably be staying with us. Is he nice?”

Aegon nearly choked on the water he was so eagerly sipping on.

“Oh, honey. My condolences. Take it as an invitation to my dorm in case the Ice Queen won’t let you live. I haven't seen him since I got kicked out, and I can't say I particularly miss him.”

“Elaborate on that,” she demanded, already seeing Baela heading their way. She had impeccable timing, as Professor Borris Baratheon was trailing right behind her.

“If he wasn't my brother, I'd say he's a pretentious dick. But he's my brother, so I won't say that. You’ll let me know how things are when he arrives, yeah?”

“Sure. Thanks, Targaryen.” She shook her head with mild disgust as he tried to hand her back the half-empty bottle. “Keep it.”

“And about that invitation to the dorm…”

“Forget about it.”

(Y/N) Tyrell and Baela Targaryen shared identical expressions as they received their graded assignments. Disappointment mixed with anger. Professor Baratheon continued handing out the papers, unaware of two death glares directed at his back.

“We spent two days in the library writing these pathetic pieces of shit,” Baela grumbled, flipping the stack of papers so she wouldn't have to look at the grade.

“Maybe he can't fucking read,” (Y/N) commented with a frown. She looked around the room and noticed Aegon on the other end, banging his head against the back of Jason Lannister's chair. The latter turned towards her, and raised his hand slightly in a greeting gesture. She reciprocated with a smile and put her paper up as a silent question. He gave her a thumbs-down with a comical grimace. “Looks like everyone did spectacular.”

“Baratheon’s just a bitter old man,” Baela summed up.

“I'm going to argue with him.”

“(Y/N)...” Bae began with a sigh, but her friend already had her hand raised high and was clearing her throat.

Professor Baratheon turned towards her with an expression that indicated he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

“Yes, Miss Tyrell?” he asked wearily.

“What about the extra points for the discussion on intersectionality in Westerosi culture? I don't see that you took it into account, professor,” she said, tapping her nails on the desk.

“If I remember correctly, your statement consisted of praising the influences of Dorne, and I quote, because they have excellent wine, and negating those from the Riverlands, as you don't like the people there.”

“There's something about them that makes them unlikeable, don't you think, professor?”

Baela was still laughing when they both walked out of the glass-walled building together.

“It's not funny, Bae. He has some issues; lately, he's been grading us more severely.” She stopped mid-step, causing her friend to almost bump into her. “Of course. You don't think at all! He has recently divorced his wife. He must be sexually frustrated.”

“He's more likely to get gray hairs from his daughters. Have you seen the state of the place after that party at Cassandra's?”

“We need to find him some pussy. I'm serious. Set him up with someone, and he'll calm the fuck down. I'll analyze the faculty members and choose someone who's perfect for him,” (Y/N) nodded, as if confirming her brilliant idea.

“You're joking.”

“I'm not.”

Baela dropped onto a nearby bench with a groan and gave (Y/N) a skeptical look.

“You can't play matchmaker for the professors!”

“Who's going to stop me?”

“It's going to come back to bite you someday, honey. Less meddling in other people's lives, more interest in your own. Am I seeing things, or is Jason Lannister staring at you more than usual?”

“Don't change the subject; I don't give a damn about Lannister,” (Y/N) snorted, absentmindedly playing with the strap of her pink designer bag. “I wish all men would just leave me alone.”

“Having a boyfriend isn't the worst curse you can bring upon yourself, you know?”

(Y/N) grumbled and sat down next to her friend, resting her head on Baela's shoulder.

“I don't like the fact that you're content with Velaryon, because you deserve better,” she stated after a while, to which Bae chuckled.

“Because you didn't pick him for me? I apologize profusely for not utilizing the services of a matrimonial agency.”

“Oh, come on, hot stuff. You're extraordinary, and you need an extraordinary man.”

“They probably don't make those anymore.”

(Y/N) made a saddened face and snuggled into her friend's jacket.

“It's bordering on controlling behavior how often he calls you. You should dump him,” she mumbled, to which Baela let out a belly laugh.

They both knew that (Y/N) didn't truly hate Jace Velaryon, but it was hard for her to accept the idea that someone so close to her heart might not be getting what she deemed the best.

“I saw you talking to Aegon. I thought we were keeping a strategic distance from my cousin,” Bae began.

“Aemond Targaryen is getting friendly with my dad and is coming to stay at our place.”

“Wait, what?” Baela exclaimed, looking at her with surprise. “And you're telling me about this now?”

“Please, don’t make it worse. That dumbass have already told me to watch out, I'm starting to fear this fucking encounter.”

“Aemond isn't so bad, but he's… Well, one of a kind.” The girl scratched her neck awkwardly, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and began scrolling down the photo gallery. “I think it's best to leave him alone, not get in his way. Oh, and not force him to be a member of society.”

She brought a family pic under (Y/N)'s nose and zoomed in on a tall guy with platinum hair, definitely longer than Aegon's, and a stern expression on his face. One of his eyes glowed with an unnatural sapphire light.

If he's as unbearable as he is handsome, we're going to have a problem.

The sofa in the living room was designed to offer a perfect view of the driveway. (Y/N) took her position at the observation point. Her legs spread out on the armrest, gaze fixed on the window, Baela on the video call.

“Lower the volume on Cher, I can barely hear you,” Bae demanded from the other end of the line.

“How can you say such blasphemy?” (Y/N) scolded her, but obediently reached for the speaker, all while singing out of tune at the top of her lungs. “Emotional fireee, every time I see you, I’m on fire!”

“Gods, I thought you'd have a bigger problem, but honestly, bitch, Aemond might not be able to handle it mentally either. You two might actually kill each other.”

“It won't be that bad, I know how to behave,” the girl retorted. “Plus, he won't stay here forever. Probably just until my dad gets through most urgent cases. Later we will let that man find his own place. His family is rich, Alicent got a shitload of money after the divorce.”

“As she should! But seriously, I believe in you. Do you want me to write you a Get well card for tomorrow?”

(Y/N) Tyrell then noticed a car parking in front of the house. It didn't belong to her father, so it had to be Targaryen arriving.

“Target identified, now approaching. I'll message you later!”

“Good luck, bestie!”

They hung up. She wasn't sure whether to wait for him to ring the doorbell or to go outside. While she pondered, Aemond paid the driver and pulled a large black suitcase from the trunk.

Apparently, someone was ready for an extended stay. And had an aversion to colors of the rainbow.

She wondered how someone could look so good after hours of airplane travel. He was dressed in a black tracksuit, Adidas shoes, hair pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck. Life was truly unfair. She shook her head and smoothed out the creases in her green spaghetti strap dress, which cost more than she had told her father. Good thing she didn't change. At least she had the upper hand in terms of clothing.

She opened the door just as the car was driving away, and Aemond was about to ring the doorbell. He raised an eyebrow and scrutinized her with an assessing gaze.

Oh my. He had that down even better than her.

“You're not Mr. Tyrell,” he almost accused. Maybe he was hoping to avoid any interaction beyond what was necessary.

“You're very observant,” she replied before she could bite her tongue. Targaryen raised his chin slightly. Stop, dad told her to be nice. Be nice. “Hi. (Y/N) Tyrell. I'm the daughter.”

“Hmm,” Aemond grunted, still not tearing his gaze away. Baela's photo didn't fully capture his sharp, almost noble features. One eye was prosthetic, a deep sapphire hue.

She realized they had been standing in the doorway for quite some time, locked in a silent staring contest. She stepped back to let him inside.

“Please come in,” she said, forcing a polite tone. He entered the house slowly, one hand holding the suitcase. Bypassed her in the doorway, still maintaining eye contact.

Weird guy. She closed the door behind them and cleared her throat.

“Aemond, right?” she asked after a moment, feeling uneasy about him being so quiet.

“Yes,” he replied in a flat voice, raising his brows as if she had asked him a very dumb question.

Okay, that was nonsensical, but she had to do something about this awkward silence.

“How was your journey?”

“Fine.”

“Dad mentioned that you'll be working together. He speaks very highly of you,” she began, stepping closer and mustering a friendly smile.

“He didn't mention you at all.”

Oh. How courteous. Wonderful!

(Y/N) folded her hands behind her back and nodded, deciding to tap into her previously prepared formula to get this over with.

“You'll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms, upstairs and the first door on the left. There's a bathroom and a walk-in closet inside. My room is in the right wing, also the first door, if you need anything. The cleaning lady comes twice a week, but you can let her know if you don't want her to enter. This is the living room. Further in, there's the dining room and the kitchen. You're welcome to use them as you please. Although dad suggests we have dinner together, it's just an offer.”

She finished her speech with a deep inhale. Aemond had been watching her carefully. She felt her hands getting sweaty. Did he ever blink?

He nodded, the only sign that her words had reached him, since he hadn't said a single word yet.

As Aegon called him, what was that? The Ice Queen? It suited him. She thought he would go to his room and free her from his presence, but he continued to stand still.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked uncertainly, not sure what to do with him.

“A glass of tonic, if it's not a problem,” he said, finally tearing his gaze away and sweeping it around the living room.

“No problem at all! You can take the time to bring your luggage upstairs. Unless you need help?”

Aemond first looked at his suitcase, then at her with a sour expression. Maybe his ego would suffer if a girl helped him with something heavy.

“No.”

She took some relief in that. At least she could escape him, even if only for a moment. She deliberately took her time looking for a glass, then wiping it clean, and pouring him some Schweppes that was stocked in the fridge.

Let that asshole wait.

She found him in the living room, casually leaning against the wall and examining her copy of The Lady of the Camellias. She had left it on the small table next to the couch, so he must have picked it up.

She clenched her fingers around the glass, suddenly infuriated that he was going through her stuff.

“Yours?” he asked, and she could swear on every Italian fashion house that she saw a hint of a pleased smirk on his face.

“Yes, I read it at night when I can't fall asleep. That's some serious sleep-inducing boredom,” she retorted in a nearly defensive tone, though she already knew what he had found inside.

“Quite a lot of annotations for someone who finds Dumas boring,” Aemond replied, his tone filled with smugness.

The steam was almost coming out of her ears. He enters her house and pushes his way into the realm she considered private.

Nobody was allowed to read that. Her thoughts, hers only.

She took a few quick steps toward him, snatched the book from his hand, and put a glass in there instead.

“Here.”

He didn't thank her, or maybe she didn't hear it because she walked away in a hurry.

She hoped that Aemond Targaryen would stay away from her belongings. Stay away from her books, her life and the first room in the right wing.

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goldenhickeysandramen · 1 year

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What if we ask for receipts?

(This post is inspired by some recent posts from some moots on Tumblr)

We spend all day defending Jimin and JK's bond.

All day, all the time, always in the position of defendant, against anons here, trolls on twitter, and in general, hordes of annoying people.

Well then, let's see what happens if we are now the prosecutor, and not the defense lawyer

Let's see where the hell your receipts are:

- Love expressions: how many times have your favorites declared that they love each other in different kinds of language?. And I'm not talking about the "I love you" that are given to friends for a specific situation (like Hobi leaving for the ms)... or weird hand signals, you know a lot about that and symbols... but big signs of love…

Like suddenly this:

Or this:

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Or this:

- Intimacy displays: have your favorites given each other hickeys? (this is important...u know I love hickeys)

Have they flirted in front of thousands of people? (and watch out! because here the line between fan entertainment (I won't say the damm word, which I know you don't like) and genuine flirting is very subtle, but distinctive. This is flirting, for instance 😌

Do they've sucked each other's ear in front of thousands of people?

(Or do they have some kink for ears?)

Have they stuck their D's in front of thousands of people?

(my God, do you realize what they won't do in front of thousands of people)?

- Show the evidence that your favorites live or have lived together (not in the dorms era back in 2018): let's see... let me think... how many times have they suspiciously shared a car, when we didn't know where they lived extra officially?

Or do have they been at 4 am in the morning together alone, celebrating billboard or actually delivering hickeys?

Or in the deed of the purchase of a house appears the address where the other lives (91).?

- Samples of tension or awkwardness beyond explanation: look, we have so many receipts here that I don't even know where to start... just look at Jimin's recent bomb and see JK's visit... and well, there it is... the awkwardness of some of their interactions... sometimes it makes you want not to look... sometimes it makes you feel embarrassed... I sometimes think they're going to screw up at any moment.

- Proof of inside jokes that show that they actually WATCH a lot of content together. Do you have any of your own?

- Demonstration of knowing certain personal information. Here I'm sorry, but again we have a lot of receipts. Tae had no idea that JK did a 3 hour vlive. Or Hobi also didn't know about Jimin's "time" (10:13). Instead, Jimin sees all of JK's vlives...and vice versa (as we’ve been able to check recently) and they know most of things they have done, or where they are at each moment (they even know what happened at bae's grandma's birthday)

And now...let’s see and talk about YOUR receipts:

made-up dinners out alone and selfies in bathrooms (not to mention other things you say happen in the bathrooms)

trips for which there is no concrete proof, or which are clearly BTS trips

any close-up, or photo, or mention on vlive....

each pic on Instagram

a look

breathing the same air

stepping on the same ground

And, so far the most robust, outings at their free time. We had in the past months vkook, jihope, hobikook, or vhope outings.

This is what most people are claiming lately. Maybe it is our fault, for having repeated so many times that Jimin and JK were the ones who most "hanged out" together..... now it seems that this mantra is turning against us.....

Well..... NOOOO.... I object your honour!

Because jikook have literally told us recently that they are both super homely. Which I understand. Not just because of their personalities or that they like it, but because outside, they can't be totally free lately.

Because if JK is constantly being stalked in his country - just look at where he officially lives - and also, as we believe, jikook are a couple, they have a lot to protect and I think they know that the most intimacy and security they have is at home.

On the other hand, they already know what happens when they are seen in a certain location: that restaurant ends up becoming a crowded place of jikookers or k-army. So, if they go out, they're going to be very careful and most likely they'll go to trusted places, where they don't post their signatures on IG. So, my friends,…WE WON'T KNOW about it! Unless they want to, or go somewhere more public and new.

And then again, Jimin has been busy with his album and hasn't been seen with anyone. NO ONE. The only exception, Hobi's birthday and the drink they had last Sunday or Monday (as a farewell). And we know this because they wanted to tell us... because if they hadn't, or posted any pictures, there would be no receipts from them either (of course! who of us could have been at Hobi's house on his birthday to know?).

But even with all this reasoning … the truth is that friends hang out and that does not mean they are dating. Hanging out doesn’t work with jikook either by itself. Other things must happen (see above 👆 ☺️)

So your receipts, imo, are either conspicuous by their absence or rather lacking in robustness.

Ours, on the other hand, are terrific! Stop asking for more! We've justified enough.

It must be pitiful to ship any “couple" whose ultimate proof of confirmation that they are together depends so much on another couple failing to provide certain evidence that confirms they actually are...the audacity!!!

#jikook #kookmin #mingguk #jikook kookmin #jimin and jungkook #minkook #jikook kookmin jinkook jiminshiii jk #mingukkie

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bluwavez · 3 months

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˗ ˋ 🌊 HOT NEWS ! ﹕ DEEPDIVE OFFICIALLY LEAVES FLOWERBANK!

By THEENEWWAVE | MARCH 3, 2024

"We're out of there," Finn Lee says in a selfie with Kiwoo outside of the Flowerbank Entertainment building. After months of a silent legal battle that erupted with the postponement of Noah Son's highly anticipated solo debut "GUILTY" also known as Flowerbank's Biggest Fumble that resulted in the idol exposing Flowerbank for improperly managing the once chart-dominating boy group.

Since DeepDive was acquired by Flowerbank in 2023, the group has had a singular comeback, which was later revealed to have been funded by the members themselves. The album "The Lagoon" would become the highest-selling boy group album under Flowerbank by selling an astounding 2,740,000 copies within the first day but that apparently didn't matter to the professional bag fumblers, Carmen and Iseul.

After the postponement of Guilty, Noah would file a lawsuit to terminate his contract with Flowerbank, backed by Son Jinhwa, the CEO of Mydol Entertainment, and his father. A day after Noah filed for contract termination, Finn Lee and Bae Kiwoo filed their notions for contract termination. Four days later, the rest of DeepDive Hwang Jisung, Jacob Lee, Kang Woobin, and Park Woojin would file to terminate their contracts, all being represented by Mydol-funded lawyers.

Just a few short weeks later, Flowerbank would relinquish all rights to DeepDive and release all seven members from their contracts. Within the same week, Sirens would be invited to attend DeepDive's Mydol contract signing, following the newly founded tradition of public contract signings

All seven members of DeepDive would debut new hairstyles at their contract signings. Finn's new long blond look would cause mass hysteria on Twitter.

"It's an honor to have DeepDive back. We're already discussing their comeback and the release of Noah's solo mini album. Please, stay tuned and give them lots of love and support," Son Jinhwa would announce at the contract signing to the excitement of Sirens in the crowd.

A majority of the DeepDive members seemed pleased with the fourth company transfer of their long winded career. Kiwoo, Woojin, and Jacob remained silent on social media while the other four members would celebrate through Instagram posts.

[ +1029, -384 ] this group has been through seven wars, 24 different members, flopism, musical terrorism, and so much more

[ +863, -271 ] flowerbank will burn for separating venus and deepdive...sick bitches

[ +726, -485 ] mydol is going to try to buy venus next at this point lol

[ +620, -139 ] jinhwa is such a good dad!! weird guy and a shotty business man but he loves his kids so much

[ +578, -387 ] flowerbank is soooooo stupid for fumbling these guys. their one album under them literally outsold haute pink's entire career 💀

[ +502, -208 ] FINN LOOKS SO GOOOOD!!

[ +458, -139 ] why are we acting like jinhwa didn't verbally abuse these boys for years 😭 this is not a good thing and he should be in PRISON...

[ +453, -87 ] do you realize how overworked they're going to be again? sirens hate these boys so much. why are they celebrating this??

[ +324, -108 ] i cant believe the last venus and deepdive interaction we got was a stupid ass klara and jacob vlog...

#˗ ˋ 🌊 dive deeper ﹕ underwater !#ficnetfairy #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #kpop oc #idol oc #kpop addition #oc kpop group #kpop au #fictional idol oc #bts addition #fake kpop group #fictional idol group #fake kpop oc #idol au #idolverse #fake kpop idol #stray kids addition #Vimeo

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gizkasparadise · 5 months

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Hi I loved your recs! I was wondering if you could rec some shows that have the found family trope? Thank you !

sure! here's a few of my favorites to get you started!

mystic pop-up bar is one of my favorite kdramas! premise is that a 20-something year old guy named kang bae has a weird ability where whenever anyone touches him, they're compelled to tell the truth/confess secrets. he comes across a pop-up bar one night ran by weol ju, an immortal shaman who is cursed to resolve the grudges of 10,000 humans or she won't be able to reincarnate and gwi, who is a former Ghost Cop who is helping weol ju complete her mission. kang bae teams up with them, because his ability is really useful for finding out grudges!, with a promise from weol ju that if he helps her resolve the grudges she'll remove his powers. the first ep is a little meh, but keep going! one of the best, most feel-good found family stories there is

a journey to love is a wuxia roadtrip that has a band of elite soldiers teaming up with the world's most dangerous assassin and a sheltered princess in disguise as a man. character-driven and centered on the bonds everyone makes!! warning: sad ending

vincenzo has a found family...mafia style! a mafia guy from italy comes to south korea in search of gold, teams up with a crooked lawyer, and collects a bunch of loveable weirdos as he takes on an Evil Pharma company

go ahead is a cdrama that completely runs on the premise of how important it is to have a family of choice. three kids are raised by two dads from separate families, and have to navigate the toxic relationships they have with their birth parents

tale of nokdu is a gender-reversal cross-dressing kdrama that also has a running theme of how important it is to have a family of choice. everyone by the end of the show becomes a big, motley family and the ending is a pure shot of serotonin. premise begins with nokdu disguising himself as a woman to enter an all-women's village in order to find out about some assassins that have been targeting his family

#mystic pop-up bar #a journey to love #vincenzo #go ahead #tale of nokdu #asks!#kdrama #cdrama

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ethereal-engene · 8 months

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Today Was A Fairytale | joonyoung

pairing: Jacob x fem!reader

genre: slice-of-life, non-idol!AU, and fluff // warnings: mentions of food and usage of cuss words

summary: Jacob finally decides this summer, he’ll finally confess to you. Little does he know, he ends up turning one of your fairytales into a dream. // word count: ~2.6k

note: I hope you enjoy this and this is my submission for deoboyznet’s summer on you event! aND @sungbeam this is lowkey for you 🤭 // AND THANK YOU TO DUCKIE FOR THE GRAPHIC 🥹💗

For as long as you could remember, you’d been in love with stargazing and had wanted to sleep under the stars, at least once in your life. Something about seeing all the stars paint the night sky with their twinkling made you feel so calm and content.

It was especially magical because you could only see them once a year because of your family’s yearly summer trip to your beach house. Spending a good majority of your life stuck in the city made it practically impossible to see the stars due to the light pollution. Besides the beautiful scenery at the beach house, there was one more thing you also looked forward to.

Okay, it’s not really a thing per say, it was more like someone. Someone who you grew up with. Someone who you have grown to form a crush over for years now. Someone who you thought was the brightest star in your life. Someone who you couldn’t imagine life without. And someone who you thought wouldn’t like you back so you never took a chance of telling him.

This someone was the one and only Jacob Bae. His and your family became good friends after finding out that their children were the same age. Both of you were quite shy and so that meant it took awhile for you to warm up to each other.

All it took was him to start singing a nursery rhyme and for you to sing along. Since then, your friendship blossomed. Over the years, you spent your summers together doing activities such as campfire nights, beach days, exploring the city, and more. Campfire nights were one of your favorites because that meant you got to hear Jacob singing.

“Cobie, I’m telling you. Your voice is angelic and any label would be dumb to reject you. If they do, I’ll personally tell them off and then we’ll walk to get ice cream or something. Whatever you want to feel better, but I will not let you get into your head and think that your talent is not good enough.” Staring into your eyes, he can tell that you’re serious. You place one hand in his and the other over your heart.

“Besides, even if you think that it’s not enough. You’ll always be more than enough to me. Don’t you forget it.”

All he could do in response was send a shy smile your way accompanied with a thanks. If only you knew how he truly felt hearing that from you. His heart felt so full of love and appreciation.

It meant a lot and managed to help him get through more auditions. Eventually, he got offered contracts to sign at various labels. After much consideration and looking through them from the help of lawyers, he settled on the one that seemed the most promising.

Jacob was elated to share the news but he wanted to do something special to tell you. Not only that, but for some reason a heartstring was being tugged at. It was telling him to confess. It worried him that you wouldn’t like him back and that confessing would ruin the friendship you had.

Talking to his friends, they were not about to let him back down from confessing. Let’s just say, they’ve gotten tired of him talking about you as if you hung the stars and moon in the sky.

Sangyeon says to him, “Jacob. Listen to me, right now. There’s a chance that she likes you back! How will you ever know if you never tell her? You have to take a leap of faith and just go for it. We’ll emotionally support you from afar. Now, go and get the girl of your dreams!!”

Jacob knows that those words of encouragement should ease his doubts, but he can’t help them from spilling from his mouth. While talking, he’s found pacing the room back and forth.

“Thanks but I don’t know. Can I really pull this off? What if she hates me for the rest of her life for telling her? I really cannot imagine life without her. She’s one of the best people I know and who else would I write my songs about? I-“

Eric cuts him off, “JACOB, I'M PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES YOU BACK AND DON’T WORRY IF SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU BACK. THERE WILL BE SOMEONE WHO DOES. STOP BEING SO DOWN BAD FOR HER AND GET WITH HER. WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, WE’RE TIRED OF HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT HER.”

As soon as Jacob heard Eric’s voice, he quickly pulled his ear away from the phone. Sighs follow and he ends the phone call with another thanks.

Sitting at his desk, his shoulders slump forward as he tries to figure out what to do. Slowly hyping himself, his shoulders and back start to straighten up. Then he starts to plan things out. He remembers hearing that you really liked to go stargazing when it was summer vacation. Funnily enough, even after all these years together. Not once gone have y’all gone stargazing together.

As the hours passed by, he came up with the idea to take you to a place where the stars looked the best, a picnic, tell you the good news of him getting accepted into a label, sing a song he wrote for you and of course telling you that he liked you. One more thing, sleeping under the stars.

Unbeknownst to him, one of your dreams was to always sleep under the stars. Either it be done by yourself or with someone you really liked. You had wanted to do it but your parents always rejected the idea because it was dangerous if you did it by yourself. Understanding their perspective, you never did it.

He even told your mom about the plan and she was very excited to help. It was quite hard for her to not spoil the surprise to you and also tell him that you liked him a whole lot back. She thought it was a super sweet and cute idea.

time skip to the first day of the beach house

The first thing you did when you arrived was run to the beach. Smelling the saltiness in the air and feeling the sand in your feet. What a wonderful feeling it was to always return to. You got a little lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear someone calling your name.

“Y/n? You there??” Jacob waving his hands in front of your eyes. With a shake of your head, you saw him. Then and there, you pulled him into a hug. He was a bit taken back by the gesture but he wasn’t complaining. “It’s so good to finally see you again, Cobie! I feel like it’s been forever but it’s all good because now we’ve got three months together!”

“It’s good to see you too! Here’s to summer vacation together and making the best of the three months we’ve got. Come on, let’s get your stuff unpacked. I have a surprise for you when you’re done.” Your eyebrows furrow and head tilts to the side. A surprise?

“Come find me at our spot. I’ll be waiting for you!”. His cute smiles graces his face and he leaves you standing there like an idiot. What the fuck is the surprise? You’re about to shout for him but you’re trying to figure out what it’s for. No time for thinking though. An adrenaline rush hits you as you hurriedly unpack.

Once you’re done, you want to just do nothing but lay in bed. The rush of energy left your body when you put the last outfit in your closet. But then it peaks again as you wonder what you should wear. Looking through your closet, you pick up a new fit you’ve been meaning to wear since you got it. Snapping a couple of fits before walking to the spot to meet him.

Upon arrival, you see him and walk over. He looks you up and down before meeting your eyes. “I love your new outfit. It suits you.”

“I could say the same about you. This shirt compliments you quite well, if I do say so myself.”

His shirt is a loose shirt leaving his chest slightly open. Not his typical style but he thought to try something new today. Then he holds out his hand for you to place your hand in. “Follow my lead.” Making your way to the place, you try to pry it out of him of what the surprise is for. “Listen, my lips are sealed. However, you’re free to ask me anything else.”

“Ughhhh but Cobieeee. I already know everything about you. Why can’t you just tell me? At least a clue??”. A shake of the head follows and random topics of conversations are conversed. When you finally arrive at the destination, you can’t help but marvel at the scene. A perfect view of the beach and where the sun meets the sky appears in front of you. Not only that but a picnic blanket is there too.

Taking your seats, you stare at him with stars in your eyes. Jacob holds eye contact with you before facing somewhere else. Lord knows that his face is turning red right now. You’re wearing an absolutely stunning dress and the way you just looked at him. Someone please call 911, he’s a goner. Along with the way your face keeps on shining as he watches you pull out your favorite foods from the basket.

This is why he asked for your mom’s help; to help prepare the food. Jacob is great at many things but unfortunately cooking is not one of them. “You even got our childhood favorite snacks! I thought they didn’t sell this anymore. Oh my god Cobie, you’re going to make me cry.” Midway through his snacking, his head tilts up so fast when he hears that. His hands waving frantically as he says, “No, no! Please don’t cry!! If you cry, you’ll make me cry too.” His words are laced with nervousness. One look at him and you let out a laugh.

“This is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this from you but I appreciate it a lot! Thank you, I mean it.” Grabbing another piece of the food to eat, Jacob grabs your hands and puts them in his.

“Of course, you know I’d do anything for you but that’s not all for tonight.” Turning on the portable lamp, he scoots closer to you and gently turns your head to the sky.

An audible gasp is heard before placing your hand over your mouth. “They’re so beautiful. I can’t believe this is our first time stargazing together. They must have forgotten about a star tonight because you’re here next to me.”

Turning your head, you face each other. Smiles break out on your faces and you both think about each other. Not long after a moment of silence, he helps you sit up. “Actually y/n. I brought you here for two reasons. The first being that I got offered a spot at a label and I start soon! I really couldn’t have done it without your help and support. I can’t believe that my dream is coming true. Thank you for always encouraging me and being a day one.” Hearing that made your heart so happy for him.

“AH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! Oh Cobie, you never have to thank me for being your supporter. I always knew you had it in you, you just needed a push. I can’t wait to hear all your songs and attend your concerts!! The world’s gonna know all about my Cobie. I’m so proud of you and this is really only the beginning.” Bringing him into another long hug. He can hear the happiness dripping from your sweet words.

“Ah ah, don’t say I don’t have to thank you. I really do. You and my family. The literal backbone of me even deciding to do this in the first place. Now if you’ll let me, I have a song for you.”

He whips out his guitar and starts strumming a melody. In this moment, he closes his eyes and lets the lyrics tell you the words that he’s been dying to tell you. His fears of rejection also leave his body as he sings. Somewhere in his mind, he knows that you’ll accept it.

Jacob’s eyes flutter open when he’s done and for the millionth time tonight. You guys hold eye contact and before he can even stop himself, he whispers “Y/n, I like you a lot and it would mean the world to me and more if you would be my girlfriend. But like you know, you can say no too. No pressure or anything. You’re just so precious to me and I wanted to let you know how I felt before I backed out of this-”.

Placing your finger to stop him from rambling more. “I like you too and humbly accept your offer to be your girlfriend. Thank you for this wonderful night. It’s like something out of a fairytale. From the stars out to the confession. Actually you’re like someone out of a fairytale. The way you’re always kind and loving to those around you. The passion you have for music that now gets to be shared with the world. I get to be the girlfriend to an amazing man!”

His heart warms at our words as usual. But holy shit, he did it!!

Grabbing your hands, he places it over his chest for you to feel how fast his heart is beating. “I can’t believe I got a girlfriend. I can’t put into words how happy I am. I won’t let you down and will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. AH I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE MY GIRLFRIEND! THIS IS SO AWESOME!!”

Laughter fills the air and you try to quiet down since it’s nighttime. Lying down on the blanket and holding each other, he lands a kiss onto your forehead before drifting off to sleeping. You look up at the sky filled with so many stars and then look to your side. There, of course, you see Jacob. Speaking to no-one but the stars, “Look guys, here’s the guy I told you all about. Thank you for aligning so we could get together.”

“Sweetheart, you can still say no to meeting my friends, you know?”. He sets up his computer, getting ready to voice call them.

“No, no. I have to meet the guys behind making sure you confessed to me. They sound like a fun group to be around.” A couple of rings go through before a screen of 10 other men show up. They’re silent for a few minutes before all screaming at Jacob for not telling them that you were there. Leave it to Sangyeon to mute them all and tell them to behave.

One by one they introduce themselves and get back to being their rowdy selves. Of course, they mention how much Jacob fawned over you and it made you laugh, but your man wanted to bury himself into a hole. It was crazy to think that he was a part of this friend group because who would have thought a quiet guy like him is friends with very loud people?

Before the call ends, Eric quickly shouts “I told you Jacob. She did like you back!”. And also they all wanted you guys to kiss, not without them all expressing their disgust. “Okay, okay. Thanks guys but we really gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, bye now!” With that, the call ended.

“Oh Cobie, I can’t wait to meet them again. They seem like a very fun bunch! And I also 100% need to hear more of these stories of you being a simp for me.”

apologies in advance for how bad the dialogue is but 😭 I wanted to get this out b/c something about cobie and this song just makes so much sense to me. Writing for Cobie is actually so comforting and easy, I love him 🥹

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, please reblog it with your thoughts in the tags, leave a note, or even send an ask/dm to me! I appreciate them a lot.

signing off with love,

- ash

#kflixnet #deoboyznet #dbn: summer on you #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #tbz x reader #jacob bae x reader #joonyoung x reader #tbz jacob #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #tbz x you #the boyz fanfic #the boyz imagines #ash and queue

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madameaug · 5 months

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Promise Me || Bucky x Black Reader

Synopsis: This occurs maybe about a year after the events of Captain America: Civil War. The reader is a black woman and should be imagined as such :) Bucky is 37, and the reader is ideally 32/33.

Very angsty (reader and bucky are getting a divorce). Not edited at the moment. First non-BTS imagine/fic so I'm super nervous. I love Marvel too <3

I didn't think forever for us would end so soon. Four years seemingly going down the drain. Two years of dating, eight months of engagement, and barely a year of marriage. I felt like I was giving up. Quitting. Like I wasn't honoring my vows.

Til death do us part.

But when I took those vows I believed I was giving them to James Buchanan Barnes. Who I lovingly refer to as Bucky. A man a slightly older than me, but didn't look a day over thirty. He was the man that I envisioned as a little girl marrying.

A man who was tall, easy on the eyes, with a look of danger, but a heart of gold. Bucky had the perfect mix of both. A veteran turned firefighter. He risked his life daily, saving those in a life-or-death situation. He was second chances, personified for these people. He was a light of hope in the darkness of succumbing to a burning fate. He was a hero.

A hero.

A hero more in the literal sense than what I could have possibly imagined.

Bucky Barnes wasn't a thirty-seven-year-old man who was technologically challenged. Not a man who liked listening to music artist from the 1930s. He was sophisticated and romantic.

Doll was his favorite name to call me. Initially, I thought he was just trying to hard not to use generic pet names like 'baby' or 'bae'. Or that maybe his fascination with the olden days carried into his pet names for his girlfriends. But now I wish the truth was that easy and simple to understand. It didn't involve decades of high-profile assassinations and the bringing down of governments.

One man could bring down an entire government regime.

And that man, is my husband?

My James?

My Bucky?

The man sitting across from me in this stuffy monochrome conference room. Well the conference room was quite large. It's just the tension was sucking out any air circulation.

When I took my vows to James Barnes, I hadn't realized I said them to this 'Winter Soldier' to. A man wanted by hundreds of countries for international crimes that date back to the Kennedy administration. A man hunted down by the Black Panther for killing the king of the most powerful nation.

No, surely there was a mistake.

But I would be foolish to argue with evidence. Pictures of his stalky figure I curled up to several times at night. Blue eyes were the portals to his true thoughts. Shoulder-length hair I raked my fingers through mindlessly when listening to him recount his twelve-hour shift at the station. His wardrobe wasn't anything special, which explains why he could slip under the radar for so long.

That was him. He was responsible but not at the same time. Fourteen hours after being interrogated by Maria Hill, I better understood the double life Bucky The Winter Soldier had been living. Believed to be dead by the Allies, he was held hostage by Karpov, who brainwashed him and tortured him until he became the Winter Soldier. Breaking his mind, and piecing him back together to become he perfect killing machine in human form.

Helmut Zemo managed to get his hands on the book containing the words that activate the Winter Solider. He awakened the monster and manipulated him into the bombings that killed King T'Chaka. He used the Winter Solider to effectively divide and dissolve the Avengers. Zemo was responsible for taking away the Bucky that I knew. The hero.

"I'm glad you and your client could be civil and agree to our demands." Your lawyer, Jennifer Walters, spoke. You and Bucky's lawyer had been talking for twenty minutes, but you couldn't focus on their legal jargon. You were tuned out, tracing your steps on how you and Bucky were sitting in this office. On the opposite end of the table, staring at each other as if we'd become opponents. No longer players on the same team.

Bucky's eyes dragged across to scan Jennifer's face. In his heart he held no misplaced hatred for the woman. She was a professional doing her job, representing the interest of her client. He didn't spend long reading the lists of things that you wanted from the marriage.

The house was yours, he wouldn't dare try to live in that house if you weren't there. It wasn't good for him to stay in open spaces, for too long it freaked him out.

Most of your demands were reasonable and he put up no fight. He didn't want to fight with you. When he finally got his head on straight, he wanted to explain his disappearance. He wanted to be the first person to tell you about the Soviets and the Winter Soldier Program. He wanted to tell you about the bad things that he's done, but his memory was a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. He wasn't sure if you would believe him, until he had all the pieces. When he did come across a piece, he was scared that it would show more harm than he did.

Confirming his belifs that he wasn't worthy of a second chance. That he could find happiness living a solo mundane life. Even with his slow aging, he could blend in his environment and live a good life. He would keep intact what little of his humanity he had left. But after Zemo got his hands on him again that little sliver of his humanity was gone. He was a tool designed for slaughter and destruction. Becoming a firefighter saving people wouldn't undo all the lives he took. Marrying you, the love of his life, wouldn't give him the normalcy he sought. He was reminded of that every time he looked down and saw the metal arm. The brute strength granted him the ability to kill with ease. The same metal arm that would now be a reminder of everything he was getting ready to lose with his wife.

The lawyers summarized the documents, and everything signed up to this point. The deed to the house, papers to change your last name, insurance paperwork, everything was discussed. Bucky even took it upon himself to hand you his 401k from firefighting.

Never had the lawyers seen a divorce proceeding go so smoothly. Usually, they have to clear out the rest of their calendars for divorce calendars. Would today be the day that they get out before the late lunch rush? Oh, let it be true.

Jennifer was smart in her word choice. Avoiding the emotional minefields that the couple has. The room was somber, as you shared your emotional hardships. Dealing with the sudden disappearance of your husband. Preparing for a funeral without a body, dreading adopting the label as a widower. Becoming behind on the mortgage and personal family issues flaring up.

Even though it was emotionally heavy, it was easy to formulate the words. You thought long and hard about what you wanted to say. However, you didn't truly have the words for the physical hardship, which was much more challenging to hide. Your right wrist in a sling. A fracture of the ulna and three smaller bones. The one place Bucky has been fighting with himself not to look.

From an instance of right place, wrong time. It would be your first time revealing the details of your broken wrist out loud. Even when Jennifer asked, you were short with your explanation. But looking at Bucky for probably the last time, you were moved by emotion. Emotions of hurt, frustration, and sorrow.

"I see that you haven't signed the restraining order." You gathered your tone to sound as unemotional and far removed as possible.

"Why?"

"I'm not signing it."

The tension in the room deepens as this is the first time you have directly spoken to Bucky. Your lawyers were doing a lot of the communicating for you.

He didn't want to word vomit his emotions and potentially mispeak. Widening the divide between the two. So he opted to sit in silence, letting his heartbreak in silence. Divorce from the only woman he ever loved was going to take a lifetime to heal. On top of that, a restraining order would send him to an early grave.

"What? I thought you agreed to all of our terms."

"That's why I wanted to talk in person. I cant get myself to agree to this. I can't."

Bucky sat across from you with a plea in his eyes. He didn't want to let go of the connection he spent four years building with you. His heart and mind fought each other for days when he got the divorce paperwork. His heart wanted to fight for the marriage. Fight for the sacred union yall made in front of your friends and family. Fight for the love he knew deep down that you still had for him. But his mind hit him with the harsh truth. You weren't safe around him. Having all these enhanced abilities, having this metal arm could protect you. That it wasn't a curse, but a blessing in disguise.

But that wasn't true. And his brain reminded him of that fact with a mental image of your arm in the sling.

It was before Steve managed to track down Bucky's coordinates to that apartment building. When he was still hiding in plain sight. You just happened to be there. Browsing different vendors, as it was the city was hosting a market.

Bucky was right beside you, you knew his scent from anywhere. And the fact that his head slightly turned in your direction, upon calling him confirmed it.

"Buck is that you?"

You raised a hand to touch his face. "It's me. Remember?" His metal hand gripped yours tightly. His hand clapped down on your wrist, leaving you at the mercy of his strength.

You attempted to snatch your hand back. Eyes swelled with tears, as the pain was escalating. Buck remained silent, as he twisted your wrist, to an almost 180 point.

"STOP IT! JAMES STOP!" Your shriek brought unnecessary attention to him. In a frustrated grunt, he huffed before completing the snap. He walked off into the crowd without looking back at you. Those eyes that were the portals to reading his mind was closed. There was nothing behind those eyes. Even in the presence of his wife, his eyes didn't change. I was a stranger. A stranger that he could very easily hurt with little provocation.

Holding onto your broken wrist you were soon comforted by a stand manager. He got you up on your feet and walked you in the direction of the nearest medical aid.

"Please, Bucky. Let this be a clean break. It's for the best."

"The best for who?" His voice a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "I've been through a lot. We've been through a lot. I want to fight for us. This restraining order snuffs out any chance of us rekindling this."

"We've changed Bucky. The world has changed. I need a fresh start, and I think you need one too."

"You are my fresh start. Don't you see!?" Bucky couldn't go into much detail. His lawyer was unaware of his assassin's past. He was more skeptical than ever about what details he shared about his personal life. Lawyer, doctor, psychiatrist or not. There could be more Zemo's looking to play puppet master with his mind.

"Think about your safety."

The lawyers attempt to mediate. They could sense that something was being left out of the conversation. Something that was connected to your arm in the sling. You were standing firm in your position to sever any ties to Bucky. This was the best decision for the both of you.

Bucky didn't have to worry about his superhero work trickling into his personal life. Not having to worry if some vengeful villain would come searching for you, and harm you to even out the score with Bucky. It was just another concern that didn't have to cloud his mind.

While you wouldn't have to worry about Bucky not coming back home. Getting the news from SHIELD agents that Bucky had died protecting the world from some global threat. The heartache would be too much.

"This is getting us nowhere. Did you and your client really come here to waste our time?"

"Mr. Barnes is just as entitled to getting all of his demands met.

The lawyers started bickering. The couple with actual grounds of argue sitting in silence. You spoke up first, your raised voice silencing the room.

"I'm not asking you to change who you are. I know you've been through a lot. And it is a lot." You reached your hand out to grasp his. You wanted to convey that your heart was full of love for Bucky. You could see a broken and scared man in front of you. A man with more skeletons in his closet than you would like to imagine. But you loved him. And with that love, you had to make the tough choices for both of you.

"You need space and time to collect yourself. Fight those battles in your mind. Get better and heal."

A singular tear runs down your cheek and hits the wooden table as you continue spilling your heart out.

"I love you. I love all of you, and I forgive you. You were unwell and need true help. As much as I want to remove that pain from you, I know that I can't. My love isn't enough. Sometimes love requires letting go. Let me go. Please."

"Even when I was sick, I still had dreams of you. I couldn't make out your face, but I found myself reliving our dates. The time I took you to the drive-thru movies. You said I made you feel like you were in high school again. Or the time I accidentally used all your leave in conditioner on wash day.

Then I started dreaming of a family with you. Raising mini versions of ourselves away from the chaos my life brought. The woods were our backyard, and we were happy. With you I was happy. I still want to make that dream a reality. I'm willing to give up anything to ensure our future."

You listened to his plea. You could tell he was genuine. He would if he could give up his enhanced abilities to be with you. No doubt about it. However, you knew that Bucky was meant for something greater. When he was a soldier who fought the good fight. He was destined to be a hero. A would-be alongside Captain America, fighting threats the world doesn't know about. Ensuring that we live in a world, where us regular people wouldn't have to.

"I can't be the reason you give that up, Buck." You said gently. "It's a part of who you are. Even when you've made mistakes, I've seen you try to right your wrongs. That's the Bucky I know, the hero."

The room was silent again filled with emotion. Bucky had to come to terms that yall were on different paths. Two paths diverged into a left and right. That even under the premise of love, you were right. Bucky was too vulnerable. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. The Winter Soldier was an ugly part of him that he had to live with. He has to make room for that identity instead of pretending it never existed.

He would be working with Steve and Sam Wilson on hunting down any of the remaining Winter Soldiers. He was thrusting himself into danger. Danger that he didn't want you to be apart of, danger that he felt responsible to end.

You leaned over to whisper in Jennifer's ears. Maybe the restraining order was too much. You were making a rash decision that you may come to regret in the future. Jennifer following the request of her client, placed the restraining order papers in the shredder.

"My client had a change of mind." She stood up packing up all the signed papers in her briefcase.

"Well all the paperwork is signed, our work is done here."

The divorce meeting came to a close and both parties went their separate ways. There you stood discussing the next steps with Jennifer. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky alone. He waited at the bottom of the stairs.

Jennifer took her cue to dismiss herself. With your eyes low, you carefully walked down the courthouse steps to stand before Bucky.

"Promise me we will find a way back to each other."

"I can't promise that Bucky. And you shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

"I would keep that promise. I would stake my life on it." He brought your left hand to his chest. Your wedding ring still on your finger. You hadn't thought about when you would take it off.

"Promise me." His lips were a few inches away from yours. Your eyes were conversing in another language of their own. Saying their goodbyes, and final 'I love yous.'

You brought Bucky into your arms. Arms wrapping around his shoulder as you cried silently to yourself. Bucky tightened his arms around you, his warms rubbing circles in your back. A hypnotizing pattern that would put you to sleep. It was settling over the both of you that this could be the last time that you held one another like this.

You let go of the hug first. Your hand on his chiseled face again. This time not worried that he would harm you again.

"I love you." You laid a tender kiss on his lips. Capturing your affection and goodbyes.

"Promise me." Bucky spoke during the kiss. "Promise me Doll."

You placed your thumb over his lip. You looked deep into his eyes. He was hanging onto every word that you said. Bucky's phone rings, breaking the staring contest you had. To no ones surprise, Steve was on the other end. A bitter reminder of the double life that Bucky was apart of.

"I need to hear you say it."

"I promise."

Bucky leaves a passing kiss on your lips before walking away from the courthouse. He picked up the phone, walking with haste. In a few short seconds, a red-headed woman joined him on his side.

My hero.

My Bucky.

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