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chapter seven | they know i believed in us last week

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pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader | platonic!pete x fem!reader | male!oc x fem!reader |

summary: carmy struggles to deal with your absence in his life, while you finally learn to live without him.

wc: 7.3k

song rec: i'll still have me - cyn, aquilo

semi-edited/proof-read

“Carm hey, are you listening?” Natalie’s eyes flitted across Carmy’s face, his blank eyes staring directly past her. She took this moment as a chance to take in her younger brother’s ragged appearance, at first glance he looked like he normally did; exhausted. But taking the time to really study him, she knew Carmy was doing worse than he’d ever admit.

His usual textured and fluffy hair was limp against his head, the greasy quality of it proving he needed a wash. The discoloration under his eyes was the worst Nat had seen it, the deep blue-purple bruising a sign that he was getting even less sleep than he usually did. The skin of his lips was dehydrated and bitten to pieces, a tick he had as a child that gradually calmed down as he grew older. And the visible stubble on his chin was enough to know that the absence of your presence in his life was hitting him harder than anyone expected.

Her eyes caught on the chain that was haphazardly peeking out of his shirt, squinting at the newly added pendant hanging from it. Natalie didn’t have to be a genius to know whose initial hung around Carmen’s neck, the chain which was usually safely tucked into his shirt was now blatantly on show for everyone to see. Natalie had noticed it more recently since your and Carmy’s argument, though this was her first time seeing it this close. She would find him just standing in the restaurant, sometimes eyes staring into nothing as he worried the pendant between his fingers, oftentimes raising it to his lips before letting it go completely and wandering to do whatever task needed to be done.

Natalie’s concern was palpable but the discomfort in her abdomen was worse. “Have you tried talking to her?” The shaky breath she let out filtered between the two of them.

Carmen’s eyes finally snapped to hers taking in the uncomfortable expression on her face, “Sug?” He waited for Nat to focus on him. “You good?” The question hung in the air as Natalie tried to even out her breathing.

Using his sister's obvious discomfort to deflect from the conversation she was insistent on having wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but he’d rather put his sister’s well-being before being forced to think about how long it had been since he last spoke to you; he last saw you.

Carmy watched as Sug raised a closed hand to her mouth suppressing the urge to gag. “Yeah good, I’m good.” The forced smile on her lips did nothing to fool Carmy, but he wouldn’t force the issue.

“Can you uh, explain to me again how we’re doing, I spaced.” His fingers raised to run through his hair a small grimace painting his face at the grime he could feel left behind on his fingertips.

“Seven weeks out, Carm, and still so much to be done,” An exhausted sigh breathed through Natalie’s lips. The stress opening this restaurant caused felt extremely unnecessary considering her current status.

“No yeah I heard that,” Carmy nodded his head rapidly, Sug’s words slowly coming back to him. He squinted his eyes, hand scratching the grown-out stubble on his chin. “You uh said something about the DBA getting rejected?”

“About that.” Natalie’s voice trailed off one hand pressing into her abdomen to ease the ache, “The name’s taken.”

Nat watched as Carmy processed the words, her discomfort felt like it was increasing as the seconds passed by.

“Who the fuck could’ve taken the name?” The idea perplexed Carmy. There was no chance another business could have the same name, well there was, it was just slim as hell.

Nat shrugged just as confused as Carmy “It’s been trademarked for years, whoever filed has all legal rights to the name.”

“Fuck me!” The pitch of Carmy’s voice rose along with his irritation.

Natalie’s own mumbled expletive was drowned out by Carmy’s outburst, the nauseating morning sickness she was experiencing came in an extra hard bout today.

“Yo, Sug…Sug. You sure you’re okay?” Carmy’s concern now outweighed his confusion, Nat’s weird behavior this whole morning was beginning to worry him.

“I can do this Carmy right, tell me I can do this.” Natalie’s breathing began to increase as a slight panic flooded through her. Carmy watched her with wide eyes, no idea what she could even be talking about.

“Tell me I can do it, Carm!” The wave of nausea subsided with her yell, Carmy’s hands raised in the air to divert blame.

“Fuck okay! You can do it Sug.”

“I am…completely terrified. And I’m only telling you because..I don’t know. Just-just in case.” Natalie nodded to herself as a way to provide her nerves with courage.

Carmy just stared at Natalie still not following where she was leading this conversation to.

“I really want this to be loving and good and happy,” A smile rose to Nat’s face “I just..I don’t want anyone to know…well besides Baby and now you.”

Carmy’s eyes focused on Sug’s abdomen, the pieces of the puzzle slowly fitting together in his head. The name she spoke felt like it was echoing through his ears.

“Sure” He wasn’t sure how to react to the news, he had always assumed Natalie would be the first of the siblings to start a family. And as the years passed by he knew it was a desire he himself had.

“I really don’t want Richie to know. Because somehow, it feels more in my control when and who knows…” The sound of the wall falling caused Nat to raise her voice as she finished her sentence. “That I’m pregnant.” Her final words were spoken just loud enough to alert the crew to her news.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” The sound of Richie’s shout grated on Nat’s nerves, but the quiet congratulations helped to ease her ire a bit.

Carmy was happy for Sugar, but it felt like it was setback after setback for the restaurant and all the personal issues he was dealing with weren't helping his stress. He felt his shoulders sag a bit mind racing as to how the name could already be trademarked, or who would’ve trademarked it.

His eyes found Richie’s as the man cajoled about how he knew Natalie was pregnant this whole time. Had Richie told someone the name and they took it for themselves? Did Mikey somehow trademark it while on a bender? The thought made Carmy’s head hurt what the fuck even was the point of opening this restaurant if they couldn’t use the name. The name was the epitome of the restaurant.

If you were here Carmy knew you would've given him an analogy for how he was feeling, you would’ve told him he was like Atlas holding up the sky or whatever he did. He shook his head trying to rid himself of thoughts of you, it wasn’t helping him in the least.

As much as he’d rather not converse with Richie, he needed to get to the bottom of this trademark business.

“Yo, Cousin!” The words felt wrong escaping Carmy’s lips the two men avoided each other in the same way you avoided Carmen.

The agitation on Richie’s face was instant, Carmy knew he fucked up with you, but the cold shoulder he was getting from Richie felt unnecessary.

Nat watched as the two men locked eyes, not too keen on playing referee for these two again. She looked in Carmy’s direction as Richie began making his way over, trying to gauge what was going through her little brother's mind.

“Carmen,” Richie nodded in acknowledgment to Carmy. Richie would be lying if he said he wasn’t purposefully using Carmy’s government name to rile him up, he knew how much Carmy hated it when you did it, and since you weren’t here someone had to uphold the tradition.

Carmy felt his eye twitch Richie’s immaturity since the argument with you felt never-ending. “Did Mikey ever trademark the name?”

Richie frowned looking between him and Nat the assumption that he had any goddamn clue laughable “What the fuck did Mikey look like trademarking shit? Wasn’t I just slangin’ crack to keep the lights on?”

Carmy’s eyes shut as Nat let out a quiet gasp, watching as Richie raised his hands in defense. Maybe running a back alley drug ring wasn’t the best for business, but without it, they may not have been in this moment renovating the restaurant.

“Well someone fucking trademarked it, Richie.” The attitude Carmy was catching was wholly unwelcome.

“I don’t like your tone, Carmen,” Richie matched Carmy’s energy giving him what he was getting. “All I’m sayin’ is Mikey didn’t trademark it whoever did might…I dunno hypothetically deserve an apology in return for said documents.”

Carmy was at his wits end with the older man “Oh so you’re the fucking Riddler now.”

“Baby trademarked the name?” Nat’s voice traveled between the trio at the same time as Carmen’s snarky remark. Carmy’s head shot to her, confused as to how she concluded you had anything to do with the conversation at hand.

“Bingo!” Richie’s hands came together in a loud clap Sydney rolled her eyes at the obnoxious man before looking over the various work orders. “She did that shit years ago and gave it to Mikey as a present, he…left it for her when he passed.”

A quiet fell over their small group, each of them taking in the gesture. Richie had only become privy to the present when he went through the office to try and make sense of what the hell Mikey was doing to keep the business up and running. He had knocked a framed picture of your group off the desk cleaning up the mess only to find the folded trademark document in the back of the broken picture frame.

Your name was haphazardly scribbled into the back of it.

Carmen’s chest heaved as he let the news wash over him, it seemed since the two of you had your falling out the universe was continuously pushing him to interact with you. He raised his hand to his face, rubbing it up and down as he added another item to the long list of things going wrong with the restaurant.

In a way, learning that you were responsible for trademarking the name made Carmy’s chest feel warm. It felt like you wanted this for Mikey just as much as he did, the two of you both supporting Mikey in ways the other never knew. It also gave him an excuse to speak with you, not that he needed one. If he was a better man he would’ve already worked up the courage to reach out to you. He could feel a headache coming on the more he thought about trying to fix things with you.

Carmen was sure he’d figure things out soon, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could figure things out with you not by his side. Which he would admit was quite ironic considering all the times he had willingly pushed you away. But being pushed away by you had proven to him just how badly he was screwing things up with you, to hear you be so upset by his actions he basically forced you into confessing your love stung him to his core.

Carmy wasn’t exactly sure what love was supposed to feel like, but he was almost positive it wasn’t this. The ache in his chest from not being around you, looking for you in every crowd he was in. Soaking up any conversation your name was mentioned in. Maybe he did know what love was supposed to feel like, because for all the time he had been in love with you, he had never once felt so completely and utterly broken as he had been since not fighting for your love a year ago like he should have.

“That was Nat,” you looked up as Pete returned to the table, a smile growing on your face at how happy he looked to have been speaking with his wife. “Cat’s out of the bag! Our pregnancy is no longer top secret!”

Pete’s excitement was contagious, your smile growing wider at his pure joy. “Our pregnancy?” You chuckled never having heard anyone refer to it as if the pregnancy was shared.

You watched as Pete sipped the water in front of him, a signature goofy smile back on his face. “Of course! I mean yeah Nat is carrying the baby, but I’m just as pregnant as she is.” You gave Pete a confused look, a laugh bubbling out of you.

“You laugh now Baby, but I’m serious.” Pete paused as the waiter brought out the bread for your table, both of you quickly thanking them. “Nat’s my partner you know? And I’m so grateful for her providing me the opportunity to be a father. Allowing me to build with her, for us to come together and bring a child into this world, it’s a beautiful thing I love her ya know.”

The sheen in Pete’s eyes was enough to make you emotional you didn’t need to hear his explanation to know how much Pete loved Natalie, you could just see it in the way he looked at her, in the way his face would light up when anyone would mention her name or ask about her.

“I’m happy that Nat has someone like you to build a life with.” Both you and Pete shared misty-eyed smiles, chuckles leaving each of you at how emotional the small things made both of you.

“Looks like that dinner you were planning just turned into a full-blown baby shower!” The loud clap Pete’s hands made startled you. “Wow, it really will be a Baby shower!”

You watched as Pete laughed at his own pun, doing your best not to laugh along with him and encourage his bad jokes. The relationship you developed with Pete was a bit weird in the beginning, you weren’t the most open to the idea, and it’s not because you didn’t like Pete, it just felt like you were replacing Mikey.

It took a while before you could look at Pete and realize he wasn’t trying to replace Mikey’s role in your life, and that the drugs and paranoia had driven you to that conclusion. Pete was a great man, standing by Natalie’s side while she fought to keep you alive. Probably being more accepting than someone else may have been when he and Nat decided to help you. Pete and Natalie both put aside their own lives to help you get better, and get back on your feet, and while part of you wished Mikey was around to ground you as well, Pete’s love and kindness didn’t deserve to be taken for granted.

“That dinner was supposed to be a surprise for you too Peter,” you shot him a tiny glare before reaching for some bread. “I just wanted you both to have a nice night off together, no stress.” The reservation had already been made, but thinking about Pete’s words and the excitement when explaining most everyone knew about the pregnancy, maybe it would have been best for an intimate shower for the two soon-to-be parents.

Pete was definitely a family guy and Natalie came from a big family, maybe a shower would be for the best. Surround them with people who loved and supported them and just allow everyone to bask in the happiness the joyous news brought, you were sure everyone could use a break.

“Okay hypothetically say I put together a small shower for the two of you, is that even something Nat would want?” Sure you knew Nat but Pete was her husband and this was their moment, you didn’t want to ambush her with a party she never wanted.

You watched Pete bristle a little, a nervous smile raised to his lips, “I uh I’m not sure if Nat ever told you but she kinda had this…this whole dream about the two of you,” you frowned confused at what Pete was talking about.

“Well not like an unconscious sleeping dream, more like a-an idea?” Pete’s voice rose at the end of his sentence, not sure if the question in his tone was meant for you or him.

“Pete bud you lost me.” You gave him a small nod of encouragement awaiting his response.

“Um so…after your uh…loss,” a sad smile rose to Pete’s lips, you could see the apology in his eyes. “Nat she uh…she confided in me about how she always wanted to be the one to throw you a shower if you ever decided to have children. And if-when we had our own she’d want you to be in charge of hers…if you wanted to not like she would force you.” The nervous huff of laughter from Pete hung in the air for a minute.

The admission perplexed you, Nat had never brought this up to you directly and maybe it was because she felt like she couldn’t. You weren’t the most open when it came to the topic of your miscarriage always avoiding the conversation whenever Nat tried to breach it.

“Baby…you’re the closest thing Natalie has to a sister. I can promise she would be ecstatic no matter what decision you choose.”

You nodded, the motion happened unconsciously as you tried to take in everything Pete had laid on you. Of course, there were things Nat wouldn’t share with you, but while the two of you were like sisters you didn’t expect her to share every little detail with you. As you let Pete’s words digest you couldn’t help the warm feeling beginning to flood through your body, if you were being honest you weren’t sure if it was the best idea to be throwing anyone a baby shower, but you also knew Natalie deserved to be celebrated, not only for the life she and Pete were creating together, but also for all the work she was doing to ensure that The Bear had a fighting chance.

“Okay,” your head continued its up-and-down motion. “Yeah okay let’s do it but I’m going to need your help, Pete.” You watched the smile on his face increase tenfold, your own wide smile spreading your lips due to how contagious Pete’s joy was.

“Anything and I mean anything Baby, I am your guy.” Pete’s giddiness warmed you even more, you didn’t think you had ever been surrounded by anyone with such a positive attitude before. In the beginning, when Natalie and Pete first began dating, his electric personality was a bit much but you found yourself always trying to make Pete feel included, especially with how off-putting the rest of the Berzatto clan could be.

And when you were recovering it was almost like you had to re-acclimate yourself to Pete’s personality. Your recovery was hard, there were some days you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get better or if you wanted oxygen to continue filling your lungs. But Pete was so positive and always looking at life and your situation with a ‘glass half full’ mentality, that his constant belief in you helped to make the hard days easier.

A small sigh escaped your lips as you readied yourself for the question you were about to ask. “Pete, do you think you could give me Carmen’s number?” You tried not to roll your eyes as you saw Pete’s own light up, you were almost positive he would be telling Nat about this topic of conversation. “Before you get any ideas, I just need it to invite him to the shower.” You raised your hands in defense hoping Pete wouldn’t look into this any more than he already was.

“No can do B, the idea train has already left the station.” His fingers drummed on the table with excitement. “But I will do you one better,” you frowned as you watched Pete pick up his phone, fingers skating across the screen before he held it up to show you. A call to Carmen already going through as Pete sent you a thumbs-up.

You looked at the screen eyes wide, the shock temporarily paralyzed for a moment. The quiet sound of the ringing between the two of you brought you back. “Pete! Hang up the phone.” Your voice was terse as you spoke trying not to draw too much attention from other patrons.

Pete laughed, “He never answers my calls anyway.” Pete’s words irritated you, but you were glad to see the call go to voicemail before Pete pressed the end call button and set his phone down.

You let out a surprised laugh, Pete had definitely been too influenced by the Berzattos during his time with Natalie. The little stunt he just pulled was something you knew both Richie and Mikey would do if given the chance.

“Baby?” Your head raised eyes meeting Pete’s, “I know this may sound selfish, but I…I need you to figure out this thing between you and Carmen.” Your eyebrows furrowed the need to defend yourself hitting you full force, you opened your mouth to respond but stopped as Pete raised his hand, a signal to let him continue.

“I know Baby, I know. I’ll be honest with you, as much as I love Nat’s family I think you should’ve given up on Carmen a long time ago.” Your jaw fell slack, and Pete’s eyes widened a bit. “No, no just for your own wellbeing, your peace of mind.” You began nodding as Pete explained himself better. “I just, whatever is going on between you and Carmen, it’s affecting Nat. And she won’t tell you because you deserve to feel how you feel, but with the baby and the restaurant…she doesn’t need to play "Fix it Felix” with you and Carmen right now.”

You let out a small chuckle at Pete’s explanation, over the years he had begun expressing himself to you more. You being the only one on Natalie’s side who actually gave him the time of day and willfully listened to him, helped him to gain more confidence when around the rest of the Berzattos. You reached for your glass of water, taking a long sip before setting it down.

“Thank you, Pete, for being honest,” you sighed, finger playing with the condensation on your cup. “If I’m being honest, it's easy to forget that Nat’s in the middle of everything. She’s so good at pretending it doesn’t affect her.” A rueful smile rose to your lips, as great as a friend as Natalie had been to you through everything, you weren’t sure the same could be said for yourself. “You’re right, Carmen and I are adults, we should be able to figure this out ourselves. I’ll…I’ll call him, figure things out.” You sent Pete a small smile.

Recently it felt like Natalie and Pete nursed you back to health and then for some reason became your surrogate parents. You didn’t think there was anything wrong with leaning on them, the three of you did endure a traumatic experience together so it was understandable. But maybe you had become too comfortable and relied on them too much to ‘fix’ your life. You could understand where Pete was coming from and he had every right to put his wife’s well-being before the feelings of his friends.

You knew Natalie and Pete would be amazing parents and of course, Nat’s fears were valid. But you had seen firsthand just how loving, caring, and kind the couple was, and while that wasn’t all that went into raising a child it was like a part of you just knew that their child would be in great hands.

“Enough about my poor life choices Pete, have you guys thought of any names?” The timing of the question couldn’t have been more perfect, Pete perked up at the question, eyes glazing over with excitement. A waiter stopped by your table to deliver your entrees as Pete began animatedly explaining his and Nat’s process for picking names.

A part of you ached at how happy Pete was, if things were different, maybe in another life you would’ve been able to see that excitement on another man’s face. Maybe the two of you would’ve come up with your own system for picking out names.

You listened as lunch continued, no matter how many times the thought had crossed your mind, you would always be grateful that Natalie had found a partner to love her in the ways she deserved.

It was silent between you and Cortez as you made your second lap around the block, the church in the distance behind you. Your hands were preoccupied with a warm disposable cup of hot cocoa as Cortez gingerly sipped his choice of tea. This had become the routine for your meetings with your sponsor, the two of you would meet at the bodega a little ways away from the church that housed both AA and NA meetings. Then continue your meeting with a few circles around the block before ending at the church stairs when all was said and done.

The air was tense between the two of you, Cortez hadn’t taken kindly to your decision to skip out on the few check-ins that you had asked for. In the beginning, you were in constant contact with Cortez, feeling the match between the two of you out. As you progressed through recovery and got back into the routine of daily life the daily talks between the two of you began to dwindle as you settled into life as a recovering addict.

But after that initial meeting at The Beef, being in Carmen’s presence again, surrounding yourself with Richie and the life you once knew, the meetings with Cortez picked back up in frequency. And you were doing fine for some time, the man meeting with you when you needed it, always willing to speak with you whenever you asked and it was helpful, god was it helpful. But then you made it to step nine, step eight in the recovery program was its own monster that Cortez helped you through especially when it came to who didn’t need to be on your list.

You made the decision to text Cortez after admitting your faults to Richie. As great as it felt to finally be open with Richie and let him into your life, it also brought with it the urge to use again. Richie had been kind enough to take the bottle of champagne off your hands that night, but the desire to call Fak and ask if Theo had anything he could spare almost won out. But as you scrolled through your contacts the red icon hovering over the voicemail tab brought you back to your senses.

“So your friend Richie knows?” Your eyes shot to Cortez taking in his side profile before focusing back on their attention focused on the steaming paper cup of coffee gripped in their hands.

“Yeah, his daughter kind of spilled the beans.” You nodded playing with the frayed edges of your jeans.

“That’s a bit fucked up don’t cha think?” Cortez’s brows furrowed. “I mean how does his little girl know but he don’t that’s gotta hurt.”

You rolled your eyes, “Aren’t you supposed to like not be judgmental?” Cortez’s laugh felt like it was grating on your ears, as good a sponsor as he was, he had the personality of an annoying older brother you were happy not to have.

“It ain’t even judgment though, it’s an observation.” You didn’t have to be looking at him to know that annoying smirk was on his lips as he shrugged his shoulders.

You stopped as Cortez dropped his now empty cup in a trash bin on the street, “Didn’t know you received your inspector gadget certification.”

“That smart ass mouth is bouta be the reason you out here looking for a new sponsor,” you let out a cackle before taking a much-needed sip of your hot cocoa. “Sound like my daughter with that dumb shit.” If you didn’t know the man who was walking by your side, you would’ve thought he was actually upset, but you could tell by the uptick of his lips he didn’t take anything to heart.

The two of you rounded the corner coming up on the church. You watched as Cortez plopped his long limbs down on one of the steps, opting to sit on the railing. Cortez took out his pack of cigarettes bringing the box to his mouth and removing one before offering the box in your direction. You slipped one out a small laugh escaped you at the irony of everything, how you had once been so against the cancer sticks that those around you would make sure not to smoke around you. And then instead of indulging in a nicotine addiction, you turned to alcohol and prescription pills, the fact that you would smoke a cigarette here and there to appease your urges now felt a bit comical.

You leaned forward allowing Cortez to light your cigarette, “Man ain’t nothin’ like smoking on Big G’s doorstep.” Cortez’s voice filled the silence that had settled over the two of you, you took a drag of the cigarette, a small chuckle escaping you with the smoke.

“I used to hate these fucking things.” The disgust on your face was obvious even as the stick hung from your mouth.

“Why you take one every time I offer 'em’ then?” Cortez switched positions leaning his elbows on the step behind him as he stretched his long limbs out in front of them, offering a wave to the few people entering the church for whatever meeting was scheduled to take place.

You shrugged eyes falling to Cortez’s beat-up boots as you sucked the nicotine deep into your lungs, “They’re the same brand Mikey smoked.”

“Damn ma, that shits kinda sad.” The two of you locked eyes before small laughs left the both of you. You had been around Cortez for so long that you’d picked up on his need to turn most anything into a joke. And while in the beginning, it pissed you off, you realized that’s just who he was and that sometimes being able to laugh in serious moments or at your trauma was helpful.

“Nah seriously though better smokin’ these than messin’ with that shit that hooked you in the first place. Know what I mean?” You nodded, finishing off the cigarette in your hand before taking the second cigarette Cortez offered. You knew how these things went and had spent so much time with the man that you learned to read him. Cortez only ever smoked two cigarettes and offered you two if the conversation was gonna be a rough one.

“Where you at with them apologies?” You sighed letting the man light your cigarette one more time, allowing the fumes to warm your lungs.

You dropped from your seat on the railing, your backside had gone numb. You settled yourself to lean against the railing “I mean I told Richie the truth and there were a lot of apologies in that conversation. But I feel like he deserves a better apology.” You shrugged, your attention dropping to Cortez as he listened.

“Ima be honest wit chu, this might be the hardest part of recovery. Shit I know it was f’me admittin’ to my little girl her father was a fuckin’ junkie. But at the end of the day, you gotta remember this recovery shit is for you. If homeboy loves you like a sister like you say he does, all that should matter to him is that yo annoyin’ ass still here. A’ight, ma?” You listened, nodding along to his words. “All you can do is apologize for the shit you did, you can’t control whether people forgive you or not, and remember ain’t nobody gotta fuck with your apology if they don’t want to.”

You let Cortez’s words settle into you, to anyone else his words may not have seemed genuine but this is just who Cortez was. And you knew no matter how nonchalant he sounded he was speaking every word from his heart.

“You still fuckin with that lil dumbass boy?” The question caused you to choke on the last bit of cocoa in your cup.

“We had a falling out, he’s one of the people I have to apologize to though.” The cigarette between your fingers continued to burn. “There’s a lot I still haven’t told him…the substance abuse, the reasons behind my overdose.” An exhausted sigh pushed its way through your lips. It was like one thing after another when it came to you and Carmy.

“Listen I know we ain’t sposed to have like personal relationships and shit, but lemme know what homeboy looks like I’ll get my goons on em’ for you.” Your head fell back in laughter as Cortez raised his fist to under both of his eyes.

“No goons Cortez, please. Wait, have you ever actually put a hit on somebody before?” You obviously didn’t know Cortez as well as you would have if the two of you were friends. But it wasn’t hard to tell that he would get down if need be.

“Why someone say somethin’?” The two of you shared a laugh, the now more frequent people entering the church signifying that your time together was coming to an end.

“Aight, I gotta head in, get shit set up in there. But ima send you the info for Nar-Anon you give that shit to people who still choose to put up with yo ass. You comin' in?”

You shook your head sending him a small smile, “I came to the morning meetings today.”

You nodded in thanks as Cortez stood up, pushing yourself off the railing. You placed the cigarette between your lips leaving your hands open to do the handshake Cortez insisted you did after each meeting. When he first introduced it you were still getting used to the idea of being a recovering addict and thought he was fucking crazy. But you realized he used it as a way to break the serious desolate feeling that some of these meetings ended on, to help bring some light to what was such a dark reality.

At least that’s how he explained it to you, but you were sure he just liked doing the handshake his daughter helped him come up with.

“Ima see you when I see you ma stay straight.” You chuckled before turning on your heel to head to your parked car. Putting the bud of the cigarette out against the trash bin you passed. It was still early, enough time for you to knock out some baby shower shopping before it got too late.

Carmen stopped in his tracks, eyes finding your figure across the street. You were in front of the church that held the Al-Anon meetings he told you about. Maybe you would be attending the one he was here for, his eyes traveled to the man sitting on the steps you were talking to eyebrows furrowing as he realized the vapors leaving your mouth weren’t from your warm temperature, but instead the stick you had raised to your mouth.

“Baby?” The question left his lips in a quiet whisper, he knew it was you standing across the street but it had been a few weeks since your last interaction he was sure he had imagined you. But he would know you anywhere, by scent alone. He couldn’t help the shock at watching you smoke, something you had been so opposed to since the two of you were children. Even going so far as telling Carmy you couldn’t be friends when he smoked his first cigarette at 15, the stalemate barely lasted a day after you realized how dumb the idea was.

Carmy watched as the two of you stood up, his hopes to see you inside dwindling as he watched the two of you begin to part ways, an intricate handshake taking place before you turned to leave. He watched as your figure disappeared around the corner, a quiet ‘shit’ leaving his lips before he darted across the street trying to catch you before you were gone for good.

“Baby! Hey!” His shouts were useless, you were too far gone to have even heard him. “Fuck!” One hand raised to sit on the bill of his cap, the universe seemed like it was doing everything in its power to keep the two of you apart. Or maybe it was just the way things were meant to be.

Carmy turned to see the man you were with still standing in the same spot you left him, eyes narrowed as he took in Carmy’s figure. The man eyed Carmy for a moment longer, sending a head nod his way before turning and entering the church. Carmy was tempted to follow the man and ask about you, but whatever your relationship with the unknown man was, it was none of Carmy’s business.

He sighed eyes shooting up to the sky before taking a deep breath and making his way inside, not wanting to be late and disturb the Al-Anon meeting before it began. Carmy made his way to the room where the meeting usually took place, eyes landing on the same man from outside once more as he greeted members, the sign near the door he stood by signifying it was an NA meeting. Carmy stopped for a moment, eyes darting between the man and the sign he’d just read.

“You lost kid?” Carmy looked at the man brown furrowed as he shook his head, he sent a tight smile the man's way before walking two doors down for his own meeting. Carmen’s brain felt like it was racing a mile a minute. If you weren’t coming to the Al-Anon meeting, why were you here? And why were you talking with someone who appeared to be leading NA meetings?

The vibrating of his phone caught his attention, the device easily slipped out of his pocket. He felt the air leave his lungs as your name flashed across his screen, he realized just how indecent setting that Polaroid picture of you with his chain on might have been now that he was in public, but it’s not like he ever thought you’d call him.

How’d you even get his number?

“Carmen, hey, we’re about to start your coming?” His head shot up to one of the usual who attended these meetings and would talk to him on occasion.

“Yeah uh, just give me a minute.” Carmy gave a tight smile, eyes flashing back to his phone finger moving to swipe across the screen, the call abruptly ending before he even got the chance to hear your voice. Carmen was sure he had the worst luck in the world, a defeated sigh leaving him, he was almost positive there was no chance you were calling him back.

Quickly putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and in the safety of his jacket pocket, he entered the meeting, as much as he wanted to drop everything and fix things with you. He wasn’t even sure what you had called him for. Carmen also knew it was for the best to attend the meeting,

Carmen was sitting in his car allowing it to warm up as he waited. The skyline began to reflect the sunset, the time on the dashboard letting him know it was around dinner time. He fished his phone out of his pocket mindlessly checking the notifications he’d gotten while in the meeting.

Carmy’s brows furrowed at the flurry of messages he received from a group chat he wasn’t aware he was a part of. He frowned as he opened it, your contact is one of the many in the text chain. The only contact with a photo was yours, making you easily distinguishable, he realized the rest of the people in the chat were the restaurant crew. He scrolled through the messages eyes reading over your message with details about a baby shower, your address included.

Carmy exited out of his messages, unsure of how things were between the two of you. It had been three weeks since the argument and neither of you had tried contacting the other. But here he was with a message from you, and a missed call and he wasn’t sure how to take any of it.

He decided it was a good idea to call you back, and try and feel out the atmosphere between the two of you. His heart felt like it was stuttering in his chest as his finger hovered over his screen; you left him a voicemail. He needed to know what the message said, but a part of him was also worried he might not like what he heard, he had hurt you too many times to count, and if whatever you had to say to him broke him down more than he already was, well then he was sure he deserved it.

Carmen took one last deep breath before clicking on the voicemail and raising the phone to his ear, heart pounding in his chest as he heard the sweet whisper of your voice.

‘Hey Carmen, uh it’s me…Baby. Not sure why I introduced myself. I'm sure you know it’s me.” Carmy let out a watery chuckle at the sound of your voice, even if he hadn't saved your number the delicate timber of your voice would’ve been enough for him.

“Listen uh, I got your number for Pete. I hope you don’t mind, I know you have issues with girls actually having your number…Sorry, that was actually kind of rude. Anyway, I uh…Pete helped put things in perspective for me and I, I think we need to talk Carmen. I’m not sure when or if you even want that, but I think we both deserve a chance to explain our side of things. I um…I also have some things I think you should know. Just, if this is something you’re interested in, you have my number.” Carmen felt his heart rate slow down your words, nothing more than a piece offering.

“I just want to be clear though, um..if I don’t hear back from you, I’m going to take that as a sign. So yeah, call me back or something I guess.” The line finally went silent, your voice no longer caressing Carmy’s ears.

It felt like he was having heart palpitations but he knew it was just his nerves getting the best of him. He pulled the phone away from his ear, the time on his phone reading 5:30 p.m. Carmy quickly opened the group chat scrolling through to find your address and open it up in maps. You lived about 30 minutes from where he was, he was confident he could get there in 20 and spare the 10 minutes at a store near you.

Carmen made his decision as he set his phone down in the cup holder before beginning his journey. The ball was in his court, you had given him an olive branch and it was up to him whether he accepted it or not. He was nervous, maybe showing up at your house to cook you dinner wasn’t his most thought-out plan but he needed you desperately, needed to see you, be in your presence, and know that there was still a chance of something more between the two of you.

The hope Carmy felt when he saw you calling him earlier was now back tenfold: the pendant delicately resting against his chest felt warm. Carmen was adamant that he would admit his love for you tonight, unsure if he could go another day living with the fact that you were in love with him, but you still didn’t know just how much he had always loved you. You were so blissfully unaware that since he could remember, you had been the one and only option in his mind.

a/n: wowza, long time no see. i apologize that this is a bit of a filler chapter but it felt kinda necessary idk. anway please let me know if there are any problems with this chapter it's barely edited. enjoy : )

also also: both richard cabral as coco in mayans and manny montana as rio in good girls inspired cortez the sponsor, but head canon him as whoever you want…okay bye now 🤍

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto x you #the bear x reader #the bear fic #all i ever knew only you ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

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Bill Kaulitz x gn!reader ~ Taking off Bill's makeup after a show.

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Year : 2006

Summary --

You and Bill have been best friends for over three years now and are completely inseparable. You two are partners in crime, ready to mock and poke fun at each other any chance you get, and even more ready to comfort each other right after. Tonight, the band happens to have a gig in your hometown, where you and Bill first met. You attend the concert and text Bill after, thrilled by the band's electric performance, when Bill has other plans in mind...

Bill Kaulitz x gn!reader

Cute friends to lovers arc

Warnings --

basic fluff (touching, kissing, etc)

Note --

This took me way too long to write but IM SO EXCITED TO POST IT AA. this is my first tumblr fanfic (I'm sadly a wattpad user) so sorry if it's bad :D

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{{y/n}} : dude! That was awesom! You rocked!

{{BILL}} : I hope. My throat hurts lol. Where r u?

{{y/n}} : headin home. U?

{{BILL}} : WTF no! I want to c u b4 u leave!

{{y/n}} : cope. Where r u??

{{BILL}} : backstage dressing room. I can sneak you in!

{{y/n}} : I will get caught!

{{BILL}} : no! I am comin for u. Where r u?

{{y/n}} : at the exit doors :P.

{{BILL}} : STAY.

{{y/n}} : OK.

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Standing near the exit doors of the venue, I wait for Bill to emerge from his post-show hideaway as I look around the empty room, which just moments ago was overflowing with screaming fans. I gaze up at the dim lights above, now painting the room in a slight yellow wash which my eyes peer at weakly after standing in the dark for almost 3 hours. The air-con is blasted through the room, the cool air brushing up against my bare arms and slapping me in my face momentarily as it passes me and continues lingering around the room.

After spending some time taking in my surroundings, I snap out of my thoughts and feel the hair on my arms rise, reacting to the cool air circling the area. At the other side of the room near the stage, I hear a sudden rummaging sound coming from the corner, casted with a dark shadow. I squint my eyes a little, wondering if it's Bill that's making all the noise. From the loud clanks and banging sounds, I can tell that the person is struggling through their journey. Must be him, I smile to myself. I slide my hands into my front jean pockets, continuously glancing over to the security who are stood by the doors, surprised that they don't hear the ruckus. I look back at the noise, which now grows fainter as I hear soft footsteps tiptoeing into the concert venue.

As I hear this, I notice a tall, dark figure slowly emerging from the dark corner, the black fog lurking behind it. I smile and take my hands out of my pockets, knowing that its Bill from his giant spiky hair sprouting from his head, which is the first thing I see as he steps into the room. He takes a few light steps closer, just enough to keep himself hidden from the security guards scouring around the area. As he comes closer, his face is lit up by the soft lights above us, making the ends of his dark hair glow beneath the light, and revealing his wide smile as he sees me at last. He's so bad at sneaking around, I scoff gently.

Not wanting to be seen by the employees, Bill stays behind the stage and out of their sight. I look up and see as he nods to the ground beneath him, signalling me to walk over to him. My eyes widen and I look over to the security, trying to communicate to Bill that I can't just walk up to him without being stopped. A puzzled look washes over his face and he bites the inside of his cheek, thinking. I point at the watch that's tied to my wrist, knowing that the doors will soon close for the night and I will be kicked out of the building if we don't hurry. Bill looks down at the ground before turning back to me and nodding, determined to get me backstage with him. At once, He runs back into the black void behind him, leaving me alone in the room again. I inch forward a little, wanting to run after him, before I stop myself, trusting that he has a plan.

One of the security guards at the doors notices me when I shuffle forward and calls to me form afar. "Excuse me, we need you to leave right now." Shit, I think. I freeze up for a second as he calls to me, glancing over to the corner for any sign of Bill one last time. Agitated that he fled, I look down at the floor and back at the guard. "Yeah sorry, I thought I lost something." I lie as an excuse for my long stay. Just as I'm about to take my first step towards the exit, all of the lights in the room shut off by the click of a switch, the dark swallowing everything and everyone in the room. All of the sudden, I hear firm and heavy footsteps running towards me from the opposite side of the room. Before I can even put my other foot on the ground, the footsteps are cut off and I feel as someone grabs my hand and pulls me, running back with me latched onto them. As I feel their hand in mine, I instantly know it's Bill, his many bracelets which cover half of his forearm rubbing up against my wrist as we sprint ahead and disappear behind the stage. The security guard is left clueless when the lights shut off, and speaks to the black void, only getting the sound of his own echo in response "...did you find what you were looking for? Excuse me?..."

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With a tight grip on my hand, Bill leads me into a tight alleyway, between the back of the stage and the dressing room which he climbed through before. The space is shielded from any light and trashed with clutter from previous bands performing at the venue. We giggle as we stop before walking through it. "Hey" he says with a smile, huffing from laugher. I can tell he is facing me, even in the complete darkness that surrounds us. "Hey" I say, lightly breathless from the excitement. We both peer through the tight gap, trying to spot an obstacle to look out for from afar, however, the shade absorbs any object inside, turning them invisible. I hear Bill turn to me again, his breath on my forehead. "Follow me, come on!" He giggles as he lifts up our hands which are still in a warm clasp. "Go!" I whisper whilst still laughing, nudging him forward playfully. Bill starts taking long and cautious steps through the alleyway, hesitating a little when he hits any object beneath us. I follow his lead, being cautious myself. I run my hand across the wall as we walk to keep myself balanced. Halfway through the black tunnel, I hear as Bill kicks an object at his feet. Still walking, I bump into his back, causing me to flinch a little. "Dude. what is it?" I whisper to him. I hear Bill rummaging gently through the junk with his feet, clearing a path for us to walk through. He laughs "I don't know, it scared the shit out of me" We both try and hold in our laughter and continue through the gap.

As we reach the end of the alley, a streak of light peers through a crack in the wall, revealing some of the junk that is spread out on the ground around us: Magazines, cigarettes, a white laced bra....I turn my head to the back of Bill's as I speak. "What is this? your sex dungeon?" I say, smiling with sarcasm in my voice. I hear Bill scoff and smile. "If it is, it's definitely not mine." We both giggle quietly. At last, we reach the end and I step back as Bill lets go of my hand and starts messing with the crack in the wall, which to my surprise, turns out to be a secret doorway to the venue's dressing room. He pushes on the heavy object which blocks the doorway, sliding his fingers under it, trying to shuffle it to the side. Seeing him struggle, I step forward and push the object forward to help, successfully forcing it out of the way.

Before stepping into the dressing room, we take a minute to catch our breaths; I lean on the wall next to me, and look at Bill as he pants. We lock eyes and burst into quiet laughter, still a little breathless. "I need to see this stupid fucking room" I say, smiling. I step away from the wall and finally enter the dressing room. The overhead lights gleam, almost blinding me as I step in, forcing me to raise my hand and shield my eyes from them. I look around, never had been backstage of a concert venue before.

A faint smell of cheap makeup and pungent nail polish lingers in the room, the sharp chemical scent burning my nostrils as I inhale it. I admire the lit up mirrors lined up along the wall, covered in stickers left behind by other musicians however long ago. Bill's and his bandmates' belongings are spread across the room, creating a small pile of clothes and bags on a large bean bag, pushed into the corner of the room. "Where are the others?" I say, referring to his bandmates. I turn my head to look back at Bill who steps into the room with his head titled down, before looking around the room himself. "They're at some party right now." He slides his hands into his pockets.

"They went without you?" I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, knowing Tom would not leave him out like this. "no no...I didn't want to go...I don't even know where it is, and I'm exhausted." He says as he stretches his arms out gently. "Dude!" I exclaim "We could've went there!" I punch him on the shoulder playfully, causing him to shoot his hands up to his face in defence. "You can go! I'm not going" He says with a judgemental look, teasing.

I hover around the room and view the splash of graffiti on one of the walls, seeing the signatures of hundreds of bands and musicians from the past, piled on top of each other into a barely legible scribble. "How did you even find the sex dungeon?" I'm still looking at the wall when he takes off his leather jacket and throws it at me without warning, as he says with a smile "I got bored waiting for Gustav to set up." a look of surprise bursts onto my face as I catch the jacket in my hands, which I then throw onto the pile with the rest of their junk, laughing.

"So, how do you like my dressing room?" He gestures his arms, showcasing the space and waits for my response. "You are really living the life here...I mean damn. "My eyes follow the walls, stopping to observe the space again. I raise my eyebrows. "You can't help but make it a shithole though." I say sarcastically, picking up a pair of boxer shorts I saw hanging from a chair next to me. He gasps and laughs, stepping towards me and snatching his boxers from my hands before throwing them onto the pile in the corner. I snicker when I see his red cheeks, blushing furiously from embarrassment as I infect him with my laughter. "Shut up! They're gonna hear us in here!" He whispers with a smile stretched wide across his face, still blushing. He walks over to me and gently grabs me by my shoulders, shaking me to stop me from laughing. As he holds me, I put my hand up to my mouth, covering it and muffling out the sounds of my giggles. I then push him away playfully, to which he steps back. "Stop touching everything, you're gonna break something." He whispers in a joking tone.

"Especially not your trunks." I huffed from laughter. Bill blinks slowly, visibly annoyed from my teasing. "I'm serious though, don't break anything because they'll make you pay for it." I notice how he avoids my eyes and tries to change the subject. "Oh come on...I'm not that clumsy. They should make you guys pay for trashing this room so bad." I smile. He looks down, smiling at my comment, his red cheeks growing fainter.

Bill walks over to the vanity across from us, cluttered with his makeup and endless hair products. He sits down, adjusts himself on the chair slightly and looks into the mirror, which reveals a tired face, caked in makeup and hairspray, looking back at him. I walk over to him and sit on the counter next to the mirror, kicking my feet which hang from the tall surface. I take a moment to look at him, as the vanity's warm lights glimmer in his eyes.

"The concert was unreal." I say, breaking the thin silence between us. "I'm glad you came back to play here. You're everything anyone talks about round here since you got so famous." I look over to him, rubbing my arm that is propping me up on the table. I feel a little bitter-sweet about Bill's fame. On one hand I am so proud of what him and the boys have accomplished, in like what...a year? It's insane. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss just hanging out. Being able to sit for hours and do nothing together. They always have something to do now, with no time to sit in the moment. The guilt of this pools inside me. It makes me feel like a brick wall that's cutting him off on his path. My biggest fear however, is Bill not knowing how to break down this wall, quietly tolerating my burden instead. "Really? I noticed so many people from school there, I really didn't want to fuck up." He says, now looking up at me with his head resting on his palm. "I'm pretty sure I saw Leon all the way at the back, poor guy got pushed out of the crowd." We laugh.

"As much as I like traveling around and playing, this feels better. I can't explain it." He smiles as he begins to stumble over his words. "I don't know, it only feels right to perform here you know?" He looks to me.

"Nah I get you, and we're glad you did." I smile at him and my eyes are suddenly drawn to his eye makeup, now rubbing off on his cheeks after every blink. "What?" He says and quickly turns to the mirror, now seeing his smudged eyeshadow. His eyes widen in shock, seeing how messy he looks after a show. "Dude, you look insane." I burst out laughing, placing my hand over my mouth as I holler. "Shut up!" He groans, laughing with me "I'm too tired for this".

I control my laughter and wait a moment before nudging one of the chairs at the vanity with my leg, sliding it closer to Bill. I hop onto it, now directly facing him. "Come here." I say. He turns away from the mirror as I grab a dry cotton pad from a pack on his desk and drip some makeup remover onto it, watching it absorb the chemicals. He inches towards me, pushing his hair away from his face to help me, and closing his eyes slowly as the cotton pad touches his cheek, working away at his pale foundation. We sit in silence for a few seconds, enjoying each others company while I scrub at the cosmetics, washing away the excitement and fatigue of the long night that has soaked into it. "Did you really want to go to that party? We could still go if you're desperate." Bill says quietly, breaking the silence.

"Nah..." I whisper "I'd rather be here with you." when my hand grazes over his face, I feel a thin smile spread across his cheeks when he hears my words. He peers at me with his eyes half shut and backs away a little. "Look at you being all sappy..." he smiles.

"Shut up and give me your face." I say, taking a hold of his jaw and pulling his face closer to my reach. He lets out a short exhale, charmed by my boldness. I run the cotton pad across his face, quickly rubbing it over his lips playfully. He smiles again now with his teeth. "That was so on purpose..." He says with his eyes still sealed shut. "What?...no.." I say sarcastically.

After dirtying the cotton pad with his foundation, I grab a second one and move up to his shadowed eyes. "Keep your eyes closed...I need to sort all this out." I scoff, laughing as I poke fun at the mess painted on his eyes that has now somehow travelled up to his eyebrows. I take the pad and a wet wipe for good measure, massaging his eyelids. He swallows quietly "I've really missed you" he says out of nowhere. A little stunned, I continue cleaning him. "Me too." My tone suddenly shifts and you can hear a faint sadness in my voice. "I'm sorry I've been going away all the time, I would take you with us if I could..."

"Don't worry about it...I'm always back here if you need me anyway."

"Well I...don't want you only when I need you, I want you everywhere with me." I'm shocked by his sudden sentimentality, not really knowing how to respond since our usual way of showing love is by bullying each other until one caves in. "I know I know, that's not what I meant." I reassured him.

"I know, it's cool." he whispers "You know...sometimes I wish we wouldn't have to travel for so long, I've missed this." he pauses "Y/n...what if I stay?" He falls quiet, waiting for me to say something to fill in the silence. I look to him, a subtle face of worry crossing my face as I pull myself together. "Dude, stop." I say "Don't be stupid, this is...a crazy opportunity. Getting to travel around Europe and sing, that's nuts....don't let me hold you back...please."

"You're not "holding me back" y/n-"

I cut his sentence short "But what if I am? And you're just not realising it?...I don't want to be that." I blurt out.

"What?..." He opens his eyes, takes me by my wrists and holds me, preventing me from moving. His eyes glare at me. "No...don't do that. You're not in my way, do you understand?" His tone turns more agitated, worried that I'm giving myself a hard time because of his absence. A sudden silence falls between us like a transparent wall piling up and separating us, numbing me to his touch. This time, I'm not the wall. "Have you been worrying about this while I've been gone?" he looks to me hoping I'll say no, but already knowing the answer before the words leave his mouth. "Yeah...a little....a lot." I correct myself "You can't blame me though...I don't see you for weeks, sometimes even months. I know that's not your fault, but I'm allowed to be upset." I say, standing my ground.

"I know, it upsets me too." He lets go of my wrists and slides his hands down to mine, gently holding my hands with care. He smiles softly as he holds me, rubbing the top of my right hand with his thumbs, which makes both of us smile. We take time to comfort each other, acknowledging how hard the situation is for the both of us, yet we pull through. "Well you're here now." I sigh "You're stopping here for a while I heard, aren't you?"

"Yeah, we're taking a break here until we tour in the East." He says "And I'm glad I'm spending it with you." His eyes admire me as he speaks. I shift my hand a little, making him let go, and I return to his smeared eye makeup.

"So how's life without me at your hip?" He smiles as I exhale and roll my eyes, teasingly. "Better than ever." I say, with a sarcastic tone, making Bill gasp. "School's ok I guess, it's a teensy bit more bearable than last year at least." I take a short pause "...I won a writer's award two weeks ago..." I hold my breath as I wait for the buckets of Bill's compliments and praise to flood the room when he hears of my accomplishment. His eyes shoot open and his neck tilts forward in awe, his lips apart. "Are you kidding? That's amazing y/n! Why didn't you tell me??" He pushes me lightly on the shoulder.

"You expect way too much of me..." I shake my head and smile.

"I knew you would win! I told youuu..." he makes sure to rub the fact that he believed in me in my face before congratulating me "Well done, I'm really proud of you y/n..." He gazes into my eyes and gently places his hand on my knee. I observe his movements and quickly glance away, smiling. "Ok you can shut up now."

"Never. How can I when I'm being taken care of by a future author! Maybe I'll let you write my biography when you're as famous as me ;)" He teases, knowing I don't know how to handle compliments, yet he never fails to praise me anyway, just so I know. "Ok enough! Fine, I'm... proud of myself too I guess!"

"That's the spirit!" he taps my knee lightly, taking his hand away and resting it back onto the arm of his chair. I smile and shake my head, a little flustered from his admiration which, I hate to admit, I secretly love. "So how's tour so far? Are you eating well?" I ask with nurture in my voice as gratitude for his compliments. "Of course I am...you care way too much." He smiles.

"And you're right." I reply, playfully.

"I love that you care so much...even when you pretend you don't." His voice quietens.

"What does that mean?" I scrunch my eyebrows at his words.

"I don't know...you're just so...thoughtful. You always know what to do and say and-"

"Yeah right." I smile, a little overwhelemed by the flood of compliments. "Thanks though, I really do try my best."

"And that's enough for me." He whispers, his cheeks turning a faint pink. "You make me good...or feel like, at my core, I am good. I love it." without teasing or poking fun at him for once, I let him spill his emotions out onto the table where we both can see . I sit and listen, gently wiping his eyes with care. "It's so hard to leave you here, stuck in this village. It's so hard to not hear you laugh and sing and dance beside me... It's so hard not to love you for all thise things" I feel his tender fingertips brushing against my knee as he talks, slowing my pace. Before I can reply, his other hand shifts to my second knee and he holds it delicately. "Bill..." I whisper, with a little confusion but an unexpected sprinkle of excitement rushing through me. he bites his lip, pondering what to say next and trying hard not to stumble over his words. He opens his eyes and gazes directly into my mine, seeing all of me. He takes my hand. I feel butterflies nibbling on the walls of my stomach, their fluttering wings tickling me as they desperately want to flee and touch and love. In the moment, I don't know if it's wrong to feel so much love and desire for him, this ravenous craving that eats me from inside. I can only do what feels right, and so I let the butterflies feed.

He swallows gently "I want to care for you just like you do...I want to..." His hand raises to my face, holding me and caressing my cheek with his thumb in small circles. My hand laches onto his wrist gently, weak to his tender touch. The room falls silent, the only sound in the room coming from the lights above us, buzzing, humming on one note to our intimate moment. "Can I..." His voice fades out slightly and cracks from nervousness. "Can I kiss you?"

His words ring in my head, bouncing off of my ear drums and into my throat, leaving me speechless. I hold him for a while, our hands sharing each other's warmth through touch. I glance down at his lips that are slightly open, breathing in the little air between us; inhaling the glass wall that not moments ago parted us. With desire and lust, my eyes look back into his, and I nod gently. He takes a second to process this, before cupping my face in the palm of his hands and pulling me closer to him, until the wall turns to paper and our lips are inches away from each other. As I close my eyes, I feel his plush lips on mine, sharing our sweet taste. The butterflies in me settle when we collide, and the walls around us feel as though they are caving in, trapping us in each other's arms. As he holds me, I feel cared for. Safe. Warm.

He kisses me delicately and then again with more passion, before pulling away to let me breathe. As he leans back, his mouth curves into a sweet smile, his lips now stained with my light lipstick. I laugh as I notice his red tinted lips, stained with my evidence. I take his hand again, locking my pointer finger with his. "Looks like I'll have to clean you up again..."

"What a shame..." Bill whispers sarcastically, a wide smile pulling apart his rosy cheeks, now matching his lips.

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Tysm for readingg :)) <3 this was so much fun to write

I'm currently working on a 12 part Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader fic on wattpad and I've published the first part!

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uwurakax · 1 year ago

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-> HQ AS TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS +

summary just the vibes of t.swift songs/lyrics and who (i think) match with the haikyuu guys ♡

-> i srsly missed them sm omg, clownin (also im rusty pls cri), maybe one day we'll write more on t.s songs bc dang she's killin it rn

(also edit bc i just came back to check this again before posting but, i thought it was fitting bc ya girl got eras tour tickets!)

(( edit two - you can see from above when i started working on this, came back and came back again rn, bc sis is making friendship bracelets rn for next month aa! and i got inspired by this lol - i also just have impeccable taste ))

featuring kageyama || oikawa || akaashi || kenma || atsumu ♡

+ i got other stuff ready to post promise, i just needed this out there +

KING OF MY HEART

"and we rule the kingdom inside my room, 'cause all the boys and their expensive cars... never took me quite where you do and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it's not easy moving on. you'd been scorned before, and had your heart broken. it wasn't a secret to know you'd been on guard, had your heart under lock and key. created a tall, ivory tower that you made sure no one else would think of scaling. that was before you mer him. it was implausibly easy. how everything fell into place when you were just within his vicinity. maybe being hurt wasn't so bad, because if you didn't face them, they wouldn't have led you to him, here and now. he wasn't just the king of the court anymore, another invisible crown bestowed onto him as he climbed; holding the key to you.

- kageyama ♡

LOVER

"i take this magnetic force of a man to be my... my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, alls well that ends well to end up with you, swear to be overdramatic and true to my... lover"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you knew he was a star, anyone with eyes could see. he was destined for great things, and you were a planet following, orbiting around his sun. you'd always follow, for as long as he wanted. your greatest pleasure though was with the mundane. you'd take the stardom, the fame... but you lived for the monotonous. where it was just you and him. you hoped it would last forever. hand in hand, nothing would stop you. whether it was cheering for him on the sidelines, or laying beside him at night, you'd love him for eternity.

- oikawa ♡

GORGEOUS

"ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, i feel like i might sink and drown and die, you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face, cause look at your face; gorgeous"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

starstruck, awestruck, wonderstruck. any and every 'struck' you could think of, and thats the feelings that grew the moment you locked eyes on him. it was such a cliche, a crowded room with a bunch of other bodies, and yet you seemed to naturally gravitate towards him. love at first sight. a concept so wildly unbelievable and yet so captivating, that the most famous love story revolved around it. yet here you were, stunned into silence, because this was what you were experiencing now. completely out of your comfort zone, never had anyone ever made you feel like this before; but what could you say? he's gorgeous.

- akaashi ♡

YOU BELONG WITH ME

"i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry, i know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it's not easy being in love with your best friend. you knew practically everything about him. so why was he with her when you were always in his corner from the beginning? the late night gaming sessions and text messages. she just wasn't good for him. she didn't understand him like you did, and his calls and conversations all but proved how much better you could be for him. so why? you didn't need to ponder long, because soon enough he was at your doorstep late into the night, confessing how it was a mistake, how he ended things with her and if he could come inside to talk.

- kenma ♡

CRUEL SUMMER

"and i snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate, and i scream for whatever it's worth 'i love you! aint that the worst thing you ever heard?' he looks up grinning like a devil"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you had heard about him. heard about how he wasn't good enough for you, and that you shouldn't get involved. you never were a good listener, and soon enough you became involved with him. despite the little voice in your head telling you to let go, you couldn't. it wasn't supposed to be forever, and you were okay with that. initially anyway. catching feelings for something that would end in disaster... but you couldn't end it. not yet. just how deep did you dive into whatever this was? you couldn't pinpoint when it went south, but did that matter? you were too far gone. the anticipation grew the longer this lasted, and in a bout of stress, you blurted out your confession. not your finest moment, and you were sure he'd shun you for good. turn his back on you and walk away, leaving you to mend your broken heart. he didn't though. he just stood there, with his stupid smirk that made you fall for him to begin with, confessing the same words you all but screamed at him moments ago.

- atsumu ♡

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #kageyama x you #kageyama x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi x you #kenma x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #hq imagines #hq drabble #you can even tell its older bc its black for my previous theme lolol

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chosowarmer · 1 year ago

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Nanami Kento x Husband!Reader [18+]

transgender!man nanami ; male reader ; sex tape ; breeding ; semi-public masturbation ; edging ; short nipple play ; creampie ; begging ; squirting ; 2.9k wc

Work has put Nanami's sex life on pause, too stressed to spend time intimately with his loving husband. Though after going through his photos and finding a rather sexy video of the both of you, he realizes just how long he's been putting off sex and just how badly his body needs his husband('s cock.)

A/N: aa hehehe recently finished jjk s2 and wanted to write something about my wonderful hubby.... nananmi.... 🫶

He had been occupied with work the last few days, being forced to work overtime more often than usual.

And the stress from that has seeped into you and his personal life; too tired to have sex with you, he settles to just hold you in bed as tightly as possible. You don’t push him, you know he’s exhausted even if he hasn’t told you the specifics of it. You’ve been peppering him with all the love he’d take from you from gentle kisses to the occasional spooning together on the couch.

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He appreciates how caring and loving you’ve been with him, going at his pace until he felt like he was ready again.

Ding!

A text from you? He took a look at his phone; “On this day 3 months ago…📸”

Oh… Just a notification from his photos app. Why not? He thinks to himself as he swipes into the app.

He almost chokes on his own air as he quickly swipes back out of the app, ears pink. Thankfully he had his phone on mute so it’s not like any audio was heard, but still… It was just him in his office, surely it would be alright if he watched just a small bit.

Turning the volume on to the minimum, he moved closer to his phone to hear as he swiped back to his photos app.

“Kento..!. Haah… Ohh f-fuck Kento..♡!”

“Hold still. I can’t fuck myself if you keep moving like that.”

He remembers this video. You usually liked to record you and Nanami’s moments together, but your phone was dead and you had begged Nanami to record the two of you with his own. Begrudgingly he agreed after you agreed to let him fuck himself on your cock as many times as he’d like, riding until he was too tired to keep going.

He bites his bottom lip, fingers twitching. He should close out of this, and put his phone away. He had paperwork to do and this was no time to be watching something as erotic as this. But another moan out of you empties his mind right there. You weren’t even here yet he was already becoming horny from your sweet noises alone.

With the phone propped up on a shelf, Nanami could watch the both of you together in bed. With his back to the camera, and you under him, Nanami had taken your cock in fully.

“Kentoooo…♡! Oh FUCK ♡! Kento, please.. Let me… I just need to… f…”

He watched you squirm under him, trying not to move as he slowly rocked his hips. Right, he was punishing you. Even though you had agreed to let him use your cock, you didn’t realize just how slow he’d go about it.

Nanami rubbed his thighs together as he watched you grope his ass in the video; God, how much he loved it when you felt him up, even when he was punishing you.

“Nghh… haah… I already said… hold still…”

Though his hips did quicken, rocking up and down just a bit, but clearly not enough for either of you.

“Baby, please… Use me… ‘S what I’m here for..”

Even though his face wasn’t visible in the camera, he remembers exactly what those words did to him. The way his pussy squeezed around your fat cock, how he couldn’t help but bite his plump lip to muffle his moans.

You whined as Nanami raised his hips, almost pulling himself off your dick completely before slamming back down, the motion catching you off guard as your delicious moans filled the room.

God, just the sounds of you not holding back as you babbled and whined in pleasure, listening to his self fuck himself over and over again, the sound of skin against skin… A strong heat was building deep within Nanami as he panted, losing his grip on his phone as he just let sit on his desk.

“Mm.. Haah…♡! So close, baby…”

Though Nanami in the video continued to pump your cock with his pussy, not even acknowledging how close you were. Even after you came with a scream, gripping the sheets as you lifted your hips and pumped ropes of cum into the sorcerer, he kept up the delirious pace, still fucking himself like crazy.

“F-fuck! Kento…! Kento!”

Even when he felt himself close to his own orgasm he kept it up, still pumping your cock after squirting all over your dick, a moan leaving his lips though not hindering his movements. When you realized that he really did plan on keeping his promise to fuck himself until he was tired, a deep groan left you.

Nanami mewled as he rubbed his thighs, feeling just how wet he had become. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, unbuckling his belt as he stuffed his hand down his boxers. Feeling how absolutely soaked he was already, he rubs his needy clit, the intense feeling making him whimper like a bitch.

“Haah…♡”

“Kento, baby… AH!.. oh fuck me ♡!… Y-you’re s’ill going…?”

It was barely visible in the camera with Nanami’s body blocking the view, but that was alright, the audio was enough. Nanami cupped your face, as he leaned closer to you, speaking plainly as if the two of you were discussing the weather and not getting the life fucked out of you,

“We’re not finished until I’m pregnant or until I get tired. Whichever comes first.”

Nanami moaned lewdly as he moved to stuff two digits into his sopping cunt, he could care less about volume now; working himself from desperation alone, he fingered his greedy pussy at a quick pace. Fuck, but it didn’t matter, his fingers weren’t enough for his hungry cunt. His lidded eyes watched his self bounce on your cock with precision, milking every bit of cum out of you. No, his fingers weren’t going to get him off; he needed…

Ring! Ring!

“Ack..!”

It’s rare for something so innocuous to startle someone like him, but it’s also rare he finds himself so lost in his erotic thoughts anywhere that isn’t home. He pulls his hand away from his still needy cunt, slick still dripping from his fingers. Quick to compose himself, he dries his hand with a handkerchief as he picks up his phone to read the notification.

A missed call from you. How fitting.

He buckles his pants, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he spots the wet patch on his crotch. That was going to be difficult to hide.

He looked again at the notification, deciding between calling you back or sending you a text. Ultimately, he decided to text you back, not trusting himself to hear your voice without acting instinctively.

You called?

Did you need something, sweetheart?

No not really haha sorry

I just wanted to check in on you

Sorry if I bothered you or something lol

You never bother me.

I was just thinking about you actually.

Oh, really??

Yes.

I can’t wait to see you when I’m done here.

I can’t wait to seee you two <333

*too

Stay safe

I love you :) <3

I love you two ♡

Booo

Nanami smirked as he closed the messaging app, before checking the time.

4:52 p.m.

At least he was almost done here, then he could see you and let you breed him just the way he needed in just the way only you could. He squeezed his thighs together again, noting how wet he still was even if his mind had cleared up.

It was going to be a long shift, but he'd endure it. For you.

.♡.

Hearing a knock at the front door, you were shocked to see your husband standing there. He never knocked for you to answer, usually always walking in himself as he had a set of keys himself. You felt your heart skip a bit in fear as you noticed his heavy breathing, his chest rising up and down with long pants as he stumbled towards you, quick to fall into your arms.

“Kento? Baby, are you okay?” Your words were said with faint panic; you understood how dangerous his job was and compared to his usual composed nature, his behavior was setting off alarms in your head.

“F… mm…” He mumbled something into your shoulder, one of his hands coming up to hold your waist. He didn’t sound hurt, that was a relief. You gently tug his head off your shoulder, your hand on his chin as you study his face. He didn’t look hurt either, but his behavior was still so out of character for him.

“Angel, what exactly are you trying to say? Did something happen at work?” Your eyebrows stitch together in concern as Nanami stares down at you with a dazed look in his eyes. Was he blushing? His grip on your waist tightens, panting as he pulls you back to him to feel your touch. The hairs on your neck rise as you hear him almost whine in your ear.

“Pleeease… sweetheart… I need you to fuck me…♡”

He’s pulling your hand to grab his ass as he begs into your shoulder for so many lewd things from you. You weren’t expecting this from him, considering how off-put he was from sex the last few days.

But you’d be lying if you said you were complaining.

“Fuck...! Baby, come here… What's got you so worked up for ‘ll of a sudden?”

You grope his ass, just the way he likes as you pull him closer to you, closing the door behind him. You rub his crotch, raising your eyebrow at the wet patch already there.

“Hehe, don’t tell me…” You grin up at him, his face flushed as strands of hair stray from his usually kempt haircut. The sight alone made your cock twitch. “You fuck yourself at work, is that it? So desperate, you came all over yourself when you’re supposed to be working…?”

Nanami whines again, pushing his body up against you as his thigh twitches from your touches. He nods into your shoulder, “I… hah ♡… didn’t come… Just fingered myself…”

Fuck. Just imagining Nanami fingering himself at work, bent over his desk and muffling his moans as he desperately tries to get himself off. You feel your dick harden at the thought. You slide a knee between his legs, eliciting a sultry moan out of him.

“What happened, angel? You didn’t have time to finish? You get caught?” You rub your knee against his wet crotch, getting another moan out of him.

“No, I…” He pulls his face away from your shoulder to look at you, his lidded eyes communicating just how out of his mind he was, “Mm… My fingers weren’t enough… I couldn’t reach… I needed something else…”

You smile, cupping his face as you begin to bounce your knee and drive him crazy as he holds your waist to stabilize himself, “And what was it you needed, baby? You think you can remember what that was for me?”

From the last few days of no sex to the erotic video to edging himself back at work to this here, you bouncing your knee against his crotch as you squeeze his ass, teasing him like crazy. Fuck, it was too much for the sorcerer, it’s like something snaps in his brain as he grips both your arms pulling you close to his face with a dangerously dazed look.

“Love… I need you to fuck me. I need you to breed me over and over and over. And even after that. I need your cum in me, in my cunt, now.”

He’s breathing heavily as he drifts right by your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “I need you to get me pregnant. Today.”

Fuck.

Your cock was throbbing now, aching against the fabric of your pants as your husband told you exactly what he needed from you right now. He couldn’t actually get pregnant, but damn did the idea turn him into one horny bitch. You bit your lip as you felt a wetness on your knee, fuck, he wasn’t joking. He really needed this.

In one swift move, you picked him up bridal style as you grinned down at him.

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?”

.♡.

Lying him on the bed, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to be gentle with him or rough. It seemed like earlier’s teasings really did break his mind a bit as he desperately tried to untie his tie, too horny to really get it right.

You smile, crawling over to him as you calm his movements, kissing him while you untie his tie for him before tossing it aside.

“God, just look at you. So desperate for my dick, you can’t even get your clothes off on your own.”

Nanami moans as he pulls you in for another kiss, letting his hand trail down to your hip. Taking a moment to breathe, you break the kiss as you unbutton his shirt, tracing your hand down his chest to his happy trail until you reach the hem of his pants.

“Sweetheart, please…” God, he’s panting so hard. The way he stares down at you, chest rising and lowering, begging you to bring him relief; you felt like the luckiest man alive.

You help him out of his pants, tugging your own off as well before peppering his neck and chest with kisses. You knew he just wanted you to come and fill him already, but you couldn’t help yourself, he was so handsome.

Nanami sucks in a breath as he feels you take one of his nipples into your mouth, letting your hot breath settle around it before giving the sensitive bud a lick. He throws his head back, squeezing his legs tightly.

“Y-y/n..! I…♡!”

You palm his crotch through his boxers, rubbing your thumb over his clothed clit, still sucking hard on his nipple. If only you could describe the pretty noises that leave Nanami as you work him over. It’s so little yet so much and it’s pushing him closer. He grips your waist again.

“Nngh… I…I’m…Fuck, y/n.. Ah ❤︎!”

You watch your husband’s eyes roll back as he squirts, staining his boxers even further as pleasured cries leave his mouth. You trace over his sensitive bud, still rubbing at his clit as you draw out weary whines.

“Just look at you… you’re stunning�� C’mere, baby… ♡”

Taking his and your boxers off, the both of you groan in lust as you sit him on your lap; the feeling of his dripping cunt against your aching dick is enough to send you over the edge, but you manage to hold out. You nudge Nanami, already hazy from his first release.

“Haah…♡ nghh, please… please, sweetheart…♡!!’

Using that slick of his as lube, you slowly inch your cock inside of him. His pussy squeezed around you as you entered, god his cunt was always so greedy. The pleasure was overwhelming for Nanami as he wrapped his arms around you, moaning and crying into your shoulder as you slowly moved into him.

“HAAH…❤︎ THERE..♡♡ There! Do that again, sweetheart, please ♡!”

He was grinding into you now, finally feeling so full as your cock fucked him right, brushing against that sensitive spot inside him. As you brushed against it again and again, he cried as he came, muttering “thank you”’s and “please”’s into your ear as you fucked right through his orgasm. His walls tighten around your cock as if he wants more as the slick from his other orgasms drip down your cock and onto your leg.

“K-kento…!” Your cock throbs inside him as he squeezes around, it’s too much, a heat pooling within you. You thrust into him, hard, as you cum inside. Nanami tightens again, like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of you, crying in pleasure as he feels so much, and fuck it’s a lot, cum pool into him.

But it’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, squeezing around you again as you begin to thrust into him again, albeit way more sloppily. He could care less how you fuck him, as long as it’s you fucking him, he’ll love it. He turns to kiss you, his face flushed like crazy from the overstimulation. He smiles lovingly, despite how deep you were bullying his cunt.

“I love you, sweetheart… ♡ Thank you, thank you… Mm.. AH! ❤︎”

You slam hard into him; it catches him off guard, as he bites his lip before squirting onto your dick once again, even more of his juices dripping onto your leg and onto to the bed. A playful grin rests on your face as you kiss him back, “I love you, too ~♡”

Feeling his drippy cunt convulse around your dick as he mumbles dazed words, god you love seeing him like that, all fucked out of his mind; it pushes you over the edge once again, as you cum inside him. Pleasured whines cry in your ear as he takes in every last drop, trying to pump as much out of you as he can get from you.

You sit there panting, as you relax your body a bit. That had drained quite a lot from you and you needed a minute as you closed your eyes.

And then opened them to see Nanami staring down at you, a hazy and desperate look on his face as he squeezes your spent cock again.

“Again… please, sweetheart..♡”

He was going to be the death of you.

Though, of course, you oblige ♡ .

#male reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanaemi kento x male reader #jjk x reader #nanami smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #m! reader #nanami kento x reader

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melrosing · 9 months ago

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Do you have any thoughts on the Azor Ahai prophecy?

sorry this took a while, I haven't really written much about this in the past so I don't have the relevant shit to hand in the same way. but my thoughts under the cut; conscious this is a contentious issue, so whilst I'm happy to chat about it, pls be normal if engaging.

I think it’s Jon. That doesn’t really get me excited or make me feel anything tbh, I guess because Jon is my least favourite major POV and the Azor Ahai prophecy isn’t one that interests me a whole lot. But I think the only real candidates for Azor Ahai are Jon and Dany, and based on both narrative structure and evidence within the story, I feel fairly confident it’s Jon.

Ofc, the argument for Dany being AA is strong and I think that’s the point. She ticks all the boxes, indeed more than Jon currently does, and the birth of her dragons is pretty much the most fantastic event in the story. She’ll surely have a huge role in ending the Long Night too, so Dany really does fit the bill.

But imo the structure of the story, and of their own personal arcs, favours Jon. I’ll quickly go through why I don’t think it favours Dany.

First off, rules of three: I think it was GRRM’s editor who told us that he likes rules of three in his writing. He makes you think one thing is true, then appears to provide the true solution, before the real answer emerges later on and completely throws you. There are lots of examples of GRRM using this technique in ASOIAF, but let’s go for another example that directly concerns Jon himself: the question of who his mother is.

The first answer we get is a basic one: Ned got Jon on a sex worker, and that’s that. We already know that’s near certainly not the case, because consciously or subconsciously we know that’s not how stories work. Second answer, Jon was born of an affair between Ned and Ashara. This idea is more interesting, has more supporting evidence, and we come across other characters who claim it’s true, like Edric. But still, I think a lot of people (even if they didn’t know R+L=J) would think that still doesn’t feel like the end of it. The closure has come too soon, and it doesn’t have the surprise factor that we know it’s supposed to have. It’s just clean.

Then of course the true answer is one that we still haven’t learnt yet: Ned isn’t even Jon’s father, and his mother is Lyanna, and Jon is the ‘true heir to the 7K’ etc etc etc. I think we’re all extremely used to this information now, but apart from the overwhelming evidence, we accept it because narratively it makes sense. This is the secret third thing, where everything clicks into place in a surprising way and has massive implications for the rest of the story. Rule of three.

I think the same applies to Azor Ahai. First, we’re told it’s Stannis. He ticks most of the boxes, albeit in a really haphazard way, but we know it’s not Stannis because we know how stories work. Then we’re presented with Dany as the answer. This seems to add up really well: she ticks the boxes far more literally - smoke, salt, bleeding star - and characters like Aemon are convinced it’s Dany.

But I think we run into the same problem here as we do with Ashara. The closure’s come too soon, everything fits too neatly, and honestly it lacks the surprise factor. Dany may be a surprise Azor Ahai to the rest of her world, but she isn’t to the reader: we’ve seen what she’s capable of, and if we were told that Dany is going to save the world, most good faith readers would be like ‘well yeah if anyone’s gonna do it’. And so ironically, that’s how you start to get the feeling it isn’t Dany. It sounds painfully self-contradictory, yeah, but it’s the same as it works with Ashara. Consciously or subconsciously, we know how stories work.

So Jon is the third answer. Jon is intended as the surprise, where he didn’t even seem like a contender, is really just some guy. Except he isn’t. To make sense of this, you really have to forget how obvious R+L=J seems to all of us now, bc time and again GRRM has said he didn’t intend it as obvious, and actually seems a bit frustrated how many people had worked it out - even before the show got to make the reveal.

Pasting at this juncture the key details of the prophecy:

When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. DAVOS III, ASOS

So Jon is descended from Jaehaerys II and Shaera, as the Ghost of High Heart said TPTWP would be. He is indeed a prince, even if he doesn’t know it. When Melisandre looked for Stannis as TPTWP in the flames, she saw ‘snow’. Jon’s story is the one that most directly concerns the fight against TLN; Dany currently has the potential for the most impact, yes, but at the moment she has absolutely no idea what’s going on beyond the wall, and it’s Jon trying to unite the 7K against the Others. This makes him the strongest thematic fit for the hero who will ultimately end TLN.

Then we have the fact that there are two major things about Jon’s story that have to mean something. 1: Jon is the ‘true heir’ to the 7K, the one no one saw coming, that everyone thought was a nobody. Jon was born of the union between Rhaegar and Lyanna that only a dead man and Howland fucking Reed (likely a man with his own knowledge about the TLN, the Children and the Others) know about. Jon was the child Rhaegar somehow knew he had to have (the ethics of that aside…), that made him realise the prophecy wasn’t about him but someone else. Within the story of ASOIAF, this is seismic. It’s no good to say that Jon’s true heritage is nothing more than a political subplot, that’s not how stories work and it’s certainly not how GRRM writes.

And 2: Jon is going to be fucking resurrected. No, he’s not the first character to come back - Beric and Catelyn both got there before him. But if there’s one thing we can be sure of, Jon is coming back for a reason. We saw how ridiculous it is in the show for Jon to just come back to life and get on with everything like normal. Everyone was asking well why the fuck did he need to die in the first place then. To give him an excuse to leave the Night’s Watch? lol. Nah Jon is going to be reborn for a specific reason. Cannot emphasise enough that it is not GRRM’s style to kill Jon for nothing more than dramatic effect.

And who is going to rebirth him? Melisandre. What is the significance of Melisandre? Fucking everything. Melisandre has not been placed at the Wall to get the prophecy wrong AGAIN. She has been placed at the Wall because that is where the answer is. If Jon is the POV most focused on the TLN and the Others, Melisandre is the POV most focused on the AA prophecy. She is the one trying desperately to solve it, and whose revelation we are awaiting because once again, that’s how stories work: we know that Melisandre is wrong right now, so we anticipate the moment she will be right.

So Melisandre seeing ‘snow’ in her flames means something. Melisandre’s weird connection to Jon means something. Melisandre being the one who, seemingly without knowing it, has been preparing Jon for rebirth since about halfway through ADWD - means something also. R’hllorism and its weird connection to the AA prophecy means something. Melisandre and Ghost both having red eyes, with all the rest in mind, also seems to mean something.

Her eyes were two red stars, shining in the dark. At her throat, her ruby gleamed, a third eye glowing brighter than the others. Jon had seen Ghost's eyes blazing red the same way, when they caught the light just right. JON VI, ADWD

And right there’s the fact that Melisandre is the ‘red star of the prophecy’. Everyone thinks it’s the red comet, which we see identified in the ACOK prologue as the ‘bleeding star’ named in the AA prophecy. You know who’s also introduced in that chapter. Fuckin Melisandre. Melisandre and the ruby she wears are alternately described as ‘red’ and ‘star’ - sometimes both together:

Melisandre's ruby glowed like a red star at her throat. DAVOS VI, ASOS

So here’s Melisandre, red as hell, explaining the prophecy. Notice how much she herself seems to embody the imagery of the prophecy - red, flames, blood, burning, etc.

Melisandre was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as red as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were afire. "In ancient books of Asshai it is written that there will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him." DAVOS I, ACOK

So we come to the ‘bleeding/red star’ aspect of the prophecy. Smoke and salt are easy enough to come by, but a star is a more specific requirement. As is a birth (or rebirth). Dany seemed to tick these boxes with the smoke of the pyre, the great salt sea, the birth of her dragons/her figurative rebirth, and the red comet.

But I think the bleeding/red star is more likely Melisandre and/or her rubies. How either end up bleeding I can’t say, but it’s not hard to imagine. Does Melisandre destroy her ruby to revive Jon, or use her own blood? Maybe she has to die to do it, leaving Jon none the fucking wiser when he awakens what her reason for reviving him even was. That would be fitting: I think Jon won't understand his own significance for some time yet.

Either way, we have our star: Melisandre has been looking everywhere for one, never knowing it was she herself. This is actually a great beat for Mel’s story - for all the times she’s appeared all knowing, she was missing the woods for the trees, and her own significance in it all. It’s tragic, too, because that revelation is perhaps also one of her own demise.

(sidenote: I also think it's more fitting [and more likely] that the decision to burn Shireen and indeed the idea to do it is Stannis' own. in desperation, he attempts to fulfil what he recalls of Melisandre's methods, but butchers everything in doing so.)

Next we need smoke and salt, and as mentioned, those are straightforward. We’ve been told the Wall has plenty of salt lol, and light a few candles and you’ve got smoke - not to mention Melisandre loves a bit of fire, so figures there will be smoke involved in Jon’s rebirth either way. So salt and smoke both sound like pretty standard ingredients for a resurrection, I don’t think it’s much worth elaborating.

Then what’s left? ‘A birth/rebirth a day after a long summer’, check, we’re told again and again through ADWD that we’re on the brink of winter. ‘When the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world’, check again - Jon is right there on the scene.

The flaming sword comes after the rebirth, but it’s a given that Jon will wield one - it’s right there in his dreams:

Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. ADWD, JON XII

(another sidenote: look, a song of ice and fire. I’m aware that GRRM has previously stated that Dany’s fire and the battle against the others are the titular ice and fire, because he’s sure not going to say ‘by the way it’s also Jon’ when he hasn’t revealed anything about Jon yet. But we know that Rhaegar anticipates a child who embodies ‘the song of ice and fire’, and you cannot associate Dany with ice. Dany IS fire.)

I think Jon probably already has Lightbringer, and it’s Longclaw - we see that Ghost is tied in with the red of it all, and who is atop the sword but Ghost. Valyrian steel obviously also has some fantastical role still to play, and it’s notable that Jaime envisions he and Brienne also wielding flaming Valyrian swords (their flames are blue, of course, and Jaime doesn’t know in the dream that the blades are Valyrian, but the point stands that there’s some connection between flaming swords and Valyrian steel going on, and that that all ties to TLN).

So all that’s really left is to wake dragons from stone. This is one where I can’t really guess what it’ll mean - my best guess is that Jon will find dragonsteel at Dragonstone, because even if he did somehow hatch further dragons they’d be damn babies for the duration of the Long Night, but really this part could point to something we can’t yet guess at, so whatever.

And finally, there’s Jon’s heritage. The Targaryens are tied to the wielding of fire, to Valyrian steel, and to dragons. The Starks are tied to winter, to the Wall, to the old gods and the North. Jon’s heritage is representative of the two forces that need to unite to overcome the Others.

I don’t want to get into how exactly Jon ties into the mythos of the Night King and what undead Jon might look like, because whilst there’s plenty in there that no doubt ALSO supports the prophecy, I freely admit I just haven’t looked into it all that much bc it’s not a passion point for me, so I'm not going to seriously try. But we do have this part from Benerro's prophecy:

death itself will bend its knee, and all those who die fighting in her [referring to Dany as TPTWP] cause shall be reborn... ADWD, TYRION VI

You can make this really figurative to get it to work for Dany, but it would make a lot more sense for Jon. He'll rise from the dead (death itself will bend the knee) and 'all those who die fighting in [TPTWP's] cause shall be reborn' - hey just like the Others are. Is Jon somehow going to have his own army of the undead? Possibly.

So, cumulatively:

Jon will unite ice and fire, armoured in ice and wielding a flaming sword

Jon’s Stark and Targaryen heritage are figuratively significant

Rhaegar foresaw the significance of Jon. Rhaegar has been wrong in a lot in all senses of the word, but I think he’s going to be right on this point - on ONE fucking point

Jon will be reborn a day after winter comes

Jon will be reborn beneath a bleeding red star

Plenty of scope for salt and smoke to be involved

Jon will wield a flaming red sword

Jon will be on the ground as darkness approaches and lead the charge against it

Jon will make death bend the knee

Jon may lead an army of the 'reborn'

Melisandre is the POV with the greatest fixation on the Azor Ahai prophecy, and Melisandre is beginning to realise the significance of Jon + will be responsible for bringing him back

Jon is the Secret Third Thing

etc etc

And finally, bc I’ve seen many, many heated arguments over this, I want to establish some things myself before signing off:

I am engaging in good faith here. I have come to these conclusions through reading the books and considering all sides, and think this is a very legitimate reading of the text

This resolution to the prophecy is not something I am invested in. Jon hardly makes my top 20 characters in ASOIAF, and Azor Ahai is not a prophecy I crave an answer for. I’m a lot more interested the southern storylines (in case you couldn't tell)

Dany, meanwhile, is a character I like about five times as much as I like Jon. I’ve not reached the conclusion I have because I think she’s not capable of being AA (currently, I think she’s a whole lot more capable than Jon). I’m only judging based on where I think the story and evidence gestures

I agree that there’s potentially problematic subtext in introducing Dany, a young girl who subverts the typical ‘chosen boy’ narrative by fighting every adversity to be a hero for the ages, [edit - forgot the other half of the sentence orz] only to say actually nah it was special boy Jon all along. It’s difficult to say exactly how egregious I’m going to find it when that comes to be because I don’t have the material to judge, but I fully understand why people find the idea of Jon Snow as AA such a deeply frustrating idea, and I may well share in that frustration when it comes to it

Again: I’m engaging in good faith, so if you want to discuss, please afford me the same. We are discussing a fantasy series

#ask #jon snow #azor ahai #asoiaf #melisandre of asshai

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solar-tl-27 · 3 months ago

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OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

#winx reignited #art #oc art #original art #original character #original story

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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 4 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I hope you guys are having a good fathers day <3.

Warnings: Dom security guard Steddie X female singer reader; Light Smut (heavy dirty talk, fingering), fluff, with angst, Y/N struggles with memories of her past and feeling like a disappoint with her family, agent, and exes. Themes of dealing with addiction (drugs and alcohol) , brief mention of domestic violence, the guys share with the reader some of their history when it comes to their dads (as a way to relate to her), reader talks about rehab and AA (mentions of relapses), she does have a panic attack but what triggers it isn't mentioned in detail just what she's feeling

Word Count: 4833

For the first time in a long while, you woke up naturally in a bed. You didn’t shoot up from a nightmare or open your eyes to blurred images and a headache. This time when you opened them you were met with Eddie’s gorgeous, sleeping face. His head was tilted towards yours as he laid flat on his back, one hand strewn over his bare stomach and the other between you two holding your hand.

Carefully, you turned your head to see Steve still passed out behind you, the hair on his chest lightly grazing your back as he breathed. The back of your knees were still curved around his and his arm slung over your waist.

Slithering out of their hold, you quietly tiptoed to your own room and grabbed your phone.

“What happened? What broke?”, Sarah answered immediately prepared for the worst.

“No. Hey. Nothing happened. I, um, I wanted to ask you for a favor but I’m not sure if you can do it. I mean it’s probably something I’d have to ask Jack for but I trust you more than him and I want to keep this as close to the chest as possible.”

“Huh. Okay…what do you need?”

You get up and poke your head out of your bedroom to make sure the guys were still sleeping.

“I, um, I know I’m on tour so I can’t really check into rehab. I mean…I guess I could but…I was wondering if maybe…I could have like a rehab AA counselor or something to tour with me.” There was complete silence on the other side to your request. “Sarah? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m…still here. I’m just… wow. I’m really proud of you. Ok, yeah, let me see what I can do. I’ll call you when I have something.”

“Thank you so much. Can you keep this between us for right now?”

“Of course. What, may I ask, brought on this sudden change?”

“Um…new people in my life, I guess. I just want to be better.”

***

You three barely had any time to talk about last night since the concert was tonight. As soon as you hung up with Sarah, you were immediately ushered down to the venue with Mark hot on your trail. You insisted you had to wake them up to come with you but he insisted you’d be fine. You texted them apologizing and let them know where you were.

Fifteen minutes later, they were sauntering down an aisle and jumping onto the stage. Eddie silently handed you some coffee and you politely thanked him as you watched Steve casually head for the director.

“Hey, Mark.”

“Hey, Steve. I’m a little bit busy right now.”

“Yeah no. We’ll get out of your way here. I just have one question. The schedule you gave us for these three days doesn’t have Y/N doing rehearsal until this afternoon.”

“Yeah but something came up and we need to make sure EVERYTHING is just right.”

“Ok, but she hasn’t even had time to shower or anything. Plus, and more importantly, you didn’t tell us about this sudden change. You took her without notifying us.”

“I didn’t know I needed to clear things with her nannies.”, Mark responded sarcastically.

Steve chuckled under his breath as he glanced at Eddie who grinned as he shrugged. The man stepped forward, forcing the director to face him. “Our primary focus, Mr. Lightman, is to keep that girl safe. How can we do that if we don’t know where she is or where she’s going to be?”

“Look, I—”

Steve gripped his collar, pulling him closer to his face. “Now, if you need to make changes, that’s fine. We get that. But we need to know about them, okay? Am I making myself clear here, Mark?”

“Y-yes.”

“Very good. I mean, really, it’s just the respectful thing to do, right?” The man nods his head as the other pushes him away. “Thank you very much. Please continue what you were doing.”

The director’s eyes follow him as he heads towards you.

“Look at you being all mean and scary.”, you smile up at him. “I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t frighten you guys. I told him we needed to wake you up but…”

“Hey. It’s ok.” Eddie’s fingers gently traced down your arm. “Thank you for texting us and letting us know. I’msorry you couldn’t take a shower or anything.”

“Oh, it’s ok. I can run back to my room during our lunch break and do it then. When I was first getting started, we could barely afford hotels let alone nice ones so sometimes the showers didn’t even work.”, you laugh. “Probably why I looked so grungy that first year.”

#########

That night was definitely a new experience for the boys. They had never guarded someone as famous as you so to be in front of the stage facing thousands of screaming people was slightly intimidating.

“God, you guys have been so great!”, you giggle into the microphone. “I do have something kind of new here. I’ve been working on playing my guitar again.” Steve watches as someone runs on stage to hand you an instrument. “I’m, um, sure you guys have read the tabloids about me and know sometimes I can be a bit…sassy.”

Eddie smirks at your comment as his eyes scan the crowd in front of him.

“I snapped at a couple of people who, honestly, just have my best interest in mind so… I learned a song from a band I know one of these people likes. I don’t know, have you guys ever heard of Metallica?”

The audience cheers as both men turn their attention to you. Your fingers begin to slowly play and the metalhead becomes lost in your voice.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters…”

The man couldn’t deny that the first time he met you, he hated you. More than anything he hated your attitude. The more he got to know you and saw who you were underneath that wall of armor you called sass, he really started to fall for you; both he and Steve.

Like Eddie, Steve felt this strong need to take care of you and keep you safe. Not just because it was their job but because they genuinely wanted to. They loved seeing you happy, wanting to do whatever they could to keep that smile on your face that beamed down at them from the stage.

This wasn’t just sex for them and they hoped it wasn’t for you either. They understood you needed to take things slow and were willing to do that for you especially if it meant seeing you the way you were right now.

***

After the show, you were promptly rushed to the hotel to grab your things so you could head back to the tour bus and be on your way to the next show. As you headed towards a bunk an arm reached out to tug you onto one of the lower-level beds. Once you climbed in, you were met with Eddie’s smiling face.

“That was amazing. I liked hearing you sing that song.”, Eddie whispered.

“Yeah? I’ve been practicing it for a while. Since you guys dragged me back from that bar that first night.” The metalhead leans down and tenderly kisses your forehead. “I wanted to apologize…for being a brat.”

A tiny whimper emits from your throat as he trails his lips along your cheek down to the shell of your ear.

“It’s ok, princess. We can handle the brat.” His palm firmly glides down your stomach, his skilled fingers dipping into the waistband of your sweatpants, and through you cotton panties. “We don’t mind putting you back in your place.”

Your eyes drifted shut as you bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that wanted to be heard when his digits pressed against your clit in slow circles.

“And where would that be?”

Eddie lifts his head to smirk down at you before plunging two of his fingers into your needy core.

“Wherever we put you, your highness.” His lips tread along your jaw line as he continues to whisper in your ear and your head turns into the beautiful sound. “Under us, on top of us, in front of us. In a bed, against the wall, or on the couch…”

“Fuck…” You quickly cover your mouth as he thrusts his fingers into you a bit faster as his thumb plays with your nub.

“Shhhh, sweetheart. You have to be quiet. I know its hard with my fingers in your tight pussy right now but I know you can do it. It will be good practice for when Steve fucks you backstage before you perform with his cum dripping out of you.”

Your cunt clenches at the image and Eddie responds by curling his fingers inside of you.

“Or maybe in the middle of interview when you take a break…while they’re waiting for good girl Y/N to return, I’ll be fucking you so hard that you’ll have to hide how sore you are and come up with some reason for why you can’t walk straight.”

“E-Eddie, please.”, you mewl.

“Yeah, baby? You going to cum? Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your free hand reaches down to cover his own, guiding his pace till you tumbled over the edge, moans muffled by your palm as you came. Eddie’s own hand slides up from between your legs and you watch with hooded eyes as he licks his fingers clean.

You don’t know if it’s the vulnerability of him making you cum or just the stress and adrenaline of the evening but you rolled onto your side and shoved your face into his chest, curling your body into him till you were as small as you could make yourself. His arm wrapped around you as he tenderly petted the back of your head.

“Can you lay with me tonight?”, you whispered.

“I’m not going to lie; you’re blocking the only way out of this bunk so I think I’m trapped here.”

He smiled when you giggled like a mischievous kid getting away with something naughty.

“Good. I like the way you feel against me. I wish Steve could fit in here.”

“A sentence I’m sure he’s heard a lot.” Eddie presses your face into his body trying to smoother the laugh that escapes you. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You earned it.”

############

“Y/N!”

“What?!”

The director of the show glares at you when you give him attitude. “Someone is down here to see you. He said Sarah sent him.”

The boys watch from their place at the side of the stage as you nervously smile and jump down to greet the handsome stranger.

“Who the fuck is that?”, Steve asked not even trying to hide his distain.

“How should I know? No one has mentioned them bringing someone else on.”

“You slept with her on the ride here.”

“Yes, Harrington. We SLEPT. She was exhausted from the rehearsal and the show.” Eddie sizes up his friend with his eyes. “Don’t let on that your jealous. Bratty baby like her is going to toy with that.”

“I’m not…jealous.”, Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m not! It’s part of our job to know all the people in her circle. Plus, you can’t tell me you aren’t a little annoyed.”

“You’re right. I can’t but I haven’t been cheated on like you have. I know it scares you more than me.”

“Oof. What made Steve so angry?” They both turn to look at you as you climb back up onto the stage.

“Yeah, Stevie. Why so upset?”, Eddie asks playfully.

“You shut up and you…who was that?”

You casually glance in the direction of where the man you had been speaking to had been standing.

“Um, his name is Daniel and Sarah sent him over to help me with some personal things.”

“What kind of personal things?”

You couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side at his tone. “Steve Harrington, are you jealous?”

He smirked as he stepped forward till his face was hovering just about your own. “Are you choosing not to answer my question?”

“And if I am?”, you smile back. “Hey, me and some of the other crew members were going to go to Lagoon Amusement Park. Would you two want to come?”

“Aw that’s cute.” You look at Eddie in confusion. “You asked politely like we don’t have to go with you anyway to protect you.”

“Huh. Is it weird I genuinely forgot?”, you grin. “I just want to spend some time with you two.”

###########

“We don’t have to do this.”, Steve cooed as you and everyone else waited in line.

“No. I want to do this. I can do this.” You closed your eyes repeating your last sentence under your breath.

“Are you afraid of heights, your highness?”

“As a matter of fact, yes Mr. Munson, I am, remember? I mean, it’s not so much the height part but the, ya know, plunging very quickly into the ground part.” The attendant allows you guys entry and Steve guided you towards the front. As you already began clinging to the handles, you overheard the man next to you inhale and exhale heavily. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, um, I’m a bit terrified of heights myself.”

“Steve…”, you giggle.

“No, no. This is fine. I face danger all the time as part of my job. I can do this. I can do this. I can—” He paused when he felt your hand reach for his and thread your fingers together with his own. When you flash him a comforting smile, he returns it before quickly bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

As the ride takes off, you can hear Eddie shouting in excitement as Steve grits his teeth, keeping his eyes closed. You scream with both elation and fear as you squeeze the boy next to you tighter. When you make it back, he climbs out leaning against his knees, making the metalhead laugh as he patted his back.

You liked watching them like this; smiling and letting go especially in a setting such as this one. Usually in your circle, letting go meant going to a club or bar, getting wasted or high till you passed out. You appreciated that this was an afternoon you’d actually remember.

You spent the rest of the evening riding more rides and playing games. Eddie seemed to come out of his shell more and you saw a side of him you imagined was only saved for friends and family back home. Steve, while still letting go, was always in protective mode. While you and the crew were in the bumper cars, when your car was hit, his arm would extend out so your body didn’t jerk too far forward. While you were playing a particular basketball game, the ball bounced off the frame and hurtled towards your face. Steve’s palm hastily shot out in front of you, blocking it as Eddie caught it.

Near the end of the night there was a show everyone had tickets to see but it was still thirty minutes before the event started.

“Come on. Let’s ride the merry-go-round.” You ran towards it, jumping onto a horse as you grinned, watching the metalhead climbed up side-saddle on the stallion beside you. The other boy leaned casually against the pole between you two. “You don’t want to ride?”

“I mean, aren’t I technically?”

“It’s ok, Y/N. He’s no fun.”

You laugh as Steve jokingly glares at his friend. As the ride begins to move, your gaze shifts between them. No one had ever been so caring or protective of you before. Yeah, it was part of their job but there was another layer to it that you hoped you weren’t misreading. To be honest, you didn’t exactly know what a good relationship looked like. Everyone you had ever been with had always hurt you, Simon being the worst offender. Those relationships, hell, even your relationship with your parents, always made you feel small. They constantly minimized your feelings and made you feel worthless.

These two men in front of you made you fell little…in a good way. You liked being vulnerable with them when it came to your mind and body because you knew both were safe in their hands. After so many years of chaos, you enjoyed them taking care of you and standing up for you. You spent your entire existence pushing and fighting, and for once, you were able to let go and give up that control.

“Daniel is an AA and substance abuse therapist.” Your tiny voice cut through the silence as they turned their heads to face you. “I…I can’t go to rehab right now but I asked Sarah if she could send someone to tour with us and help me. I also told her not to tell anyone. That’s why no one informed you.”

Steve’s palm landed on your thigh as he comfortably rubbed his thumb along your skin.

“I’m proud of you. That’s a big step.”

“Can I ask why you wanted to keep it a secret?”, Eddie inquired. His head tilted as your own hung. “Ah, I see. Princess doesn’t want people to know because that way when she fails…they won’t be disappointed in her.”

“WHEN she fails?”

“Her words, not mine. Am I right?”

Steve sighs when you nod your head. “How did you know?”, you whispered.

He softly smiles at you as his foot reaches out to lightly tap your calf. “Had a few ‘disappointments’ in my family; me being one myself.” Your eyes locked with his as his smile widened. “Harrington to. His dad fucking hates almost every choice Stevie has made. Hasn’t he, buddy?”

“You remember when you woke me up the other day because he was calling me?”, Steve asked and you nodded. “He was calling because he wanted to ask for the five-thousandth time when I would be coming home to take over the family corporate business.”, he rolls his eyes.

Eddie jumped down to his feet and cupped your head in his hands. “You’re not alone in this, okay? It’s going to take some time but you’re on the right track. You’re not going to fail.”

***

The show had already begun to start as you all took your seats for the event within the theme park. You were completely entranced with the visuals in front of you. So much so that you got lost in the performance and found yourself in a memory; a few of them.

“Mom, I’m all packed… Don’t you want to come with me to the airport?” You knocked again on her bedroom door to no response. “Mama, please… at least come give me a hug.”

“She won’t come out.”, your father sighed. “I can’t say I blame her. Y/N, this is a bad idea. You should be going to college to become something. Not running around California pretending to be a singer.”

You felt your heart race as your hands started shaking, your eyes squeezed shut.

“AGAIN?!”, Jack screams as he holds up the paper in his hand and reads. “’Y/N Y/L/N Arrested for Possession.’ What the fuck?! You told me you were going to quit and go to rehab!”

“I technically did go to rehab. I just left before they wanted me to.” Your agent huffs as he throws the newspaper across the room. “They wanted me to talk about stuff that didn’t matter! What does my family or my fucking boyfriend have to do with me snorting blow?!”

“I swear to God, Y/N. I’m not going to keep bailing you out of your messes. Get. Your. Shit. TOGETHER!”

A tear falls down your cheek as all sound seems to evaporate around you.

“You are such a fucking asshole! How could you do this to me?! How could you embarrass me like this!?”

“Embarrass you?! Don’t stand there and pretend you aren’t fucking other people when you’re on tour.”

“I don’t, Simon! Because I love you. I have been 100% faithful to you!”

“From what you remember.”, he growls. “Oh, please. I know how handsy you get when your plastered.” You reach for a dish in the sink and throw it at him. “Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t know. Can’t seem to control my actions. Maybe it’s the vodka.” You toss another one and he ducks out of the way. “I hope she was worth it because we’re fucking done!”

“If you throw one more fucking plate at me, Y/N, I swear…”

You two stare each other down before you finally hurl the glass in his direction before running down the hall, his shoes pounding against the floor as he follows.

It’s pretty much instinct that abruptly forces you to get up from your seat and run out of the area. Your sight is blinded by the tears that streak your face but it doesn’t matter. You just need to get away, away from the disappointment, pain, and the memories.

Arms practically tackle you from behind, lifting you off your feet, and you angrily start to fight back.

“NO! Let me go!”

“Y/N, calm down.”, Steve says with a stern tone. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I said let me go!” You hear the sound of a door being opened and Eddie forcefully telling people to leave the area. Once again, everything is silent. “Let me go!”

“Honey, I need you to breathe.” As you continue to struggle, he grips you tighter and his own breath warms your ear. “Come on, Y/N. Stay with me here.”

Your legs give out and you slowly collapse to the floor with Steve still holding on to you. Your head hangs as you place your arms over his and sob.

“It’s ok, baby. Remember what Eddie said, you’re not alone. You’re safe. We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

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Once you were able to calm down, the boys drove you back to the hotel and you immediately headed for your room and crashed in the bed. When you finally woke up, it was a little after 2am and the only thing you could think of in that moment was getting your hands on some of the alcohol in the mini bar.

I mean it’s fine, right? At least it’s not the drugs. I can drink a little bit.

Peeking out your bedroom door, you were thankful that you didn’t see either boy still awake. You tiptoed to the fridge, huffing under your breath when you realized the only liquid within it was soda and water.

“Looking for something?”

You jumped, quickly turning around to see Eddie leaning against his doorframe.

“Um…something to drink…”

“I would recommend the water. It will hydrate you after the evening you had.”

You both stare at each other and he can almost see the wheels in your head spinning. There are two ways this could go, the easiest option being taking the water and heading back to bed. The second (and harder) option being…

“Where is it, Eddie?”

“Where’s what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“You know, its adorable you think we wouldn’t call the hotel ahead of time to ask them to remove anything with alcohol from your room. Even more so that you think we wouldn’t double check.”

“You have…NO right…”

“You’re right. We don’t. Why don’t we all take the night to think about what we’ve done, you call Daniel, and then we can regroup in the morning.” His calm demeanor is slowly making you angrier. “Quite frankly, it would probably be better for you to call your counselor and talk to him because if we do this dance our way…”, he shakes his head. “…you probably won’t like it.”

“What’s ‘your way’?”

“Don’t play with fire, little girl.”

You growl in his direction, backing slowly towards the cabinets. Reaching in, you grab a glass cup and toss it in his direction. Eddie doesn’t even flinch as he watches it soar in the air and hit the ground to the left of his feet.

“Wow. Were you aiming for me? If so, you suck at throwing. Good thing you settled on being a singer.”

“I didn’t settle, asshole. I was meant to be a musician.”

“Oh, my fault. You just settle on continuing your toxic cycles. Why is that?”

“Personally, after what you said, I think it’s because she struggles with being a disappointment.”, Steve quipped as he came out from his own room. “Sorry, Ed. Seemed like you had everything under control but I at least want to see how this little tantrum plays out.”

“STOP!”, you scream as you toss another glass towards them. Neither flinches again as it hits the wall between their rooms. “Stop talking about me like that!”

“Like what? Like you’re a little girl? Stop acting like one and we’ll stop treating you like one.”

“Remember, Y/N, you’re choosing to play this game here.”, Eddie sighs.

“I could fire you both, if I wanted to!”

“Do it.” Your eyes met Steve’s as he shrugged before turning towards his friend. “Why does she throw the glass but doesn’t want to hit us?”

“I imagine it’s a tactic that’s worked in the past; throwing things at her partners to get a rise out of them so they’d hurt her.”

“You’re so fucking stupid. Why would I want to get hurt?!”, you seethe.

“Well, let’s see. We’re not giving you anything to drink, you don’t have any more access to your drug of choice, you had a breakdown today in the middle of a theme park and you’re feeling vulnerable. The only thing you have now is us.”

“Until she fires us, apparently.”, Steve rolls his eyes.

As Eddie begins stepping forward, you grab another glass from the cabinet and hold it up like a weapon.

“I’m going to take a stab in the dark here and assume that when you’ve done things like this in the past with, oh let’s say Simon for example, that he got angry and took that out on you. Am I right?”

Your bottom lip begins to quiver and you quickly try to hide by sucking it between your teeth.

“You asked why you would want to be hurt. It’s because you’re already hurting and you feel like you deserve it. It’s another form of self-harm, Y/N. You don’t have your normal vices so you’re jumping to the next thing you know.”

When he enters your personal space, your arm rears back prepared to throw the object in your hand but Eddie is faster, grabbing your wrist, and prying the cup from your fingers before yanking you till your chest was against his.

“The problem with that, your highness, is we aren’t like your other assholes. Steve and I are grown men, not little boys who play pretend. We can handle whatever you throw our way. Literally it seems.” He smirks as he places the cup in the sink. “Now, again, we can play this game, Y/N, but I need you understand that you are at an extreme disadvantage. You may not have known but you’ve spent your time with beginners. Sweetheart, we’re the elite.”

His hand abruptly releases yours, opening the fridge, and grabs a bottle of a water.

“You have two options after I hand you your drink here. A…you can toss it across the room towards Steve and we can tie you to your bed till rehearsal tomorrow. Not really the most comfortable way to sleep but it will keep you from causing any more damage or sneaking out. Or B… you take the water, go back to sleep, and call Daniel in the morning.”

Eddie tilts the bottle towards you as he waits for you to make a decision. Your eyes flick towards Steve who’s still leaning against the wall with his arms folded, watching and waiting.

“May I—”

“No, you may not. It’s just these two choices, Y/N. No stipulations or negotiations. A or B.”

You sigh in defeat as you take bottle of water from his hand and turn to head towards your room.

“Good girl.” His hand reaches out to yank on yours, pulling you to his chest before kissing your forehead. “Go to bed and leave the door open, please.”

You nod as you give Steve a tiny wave who softly smiles in return. When you climb back into bed, you listen to their voices as they quietly murmur to each other.

“I got this, Ed. Go ahead and crash. I’ll keep an eye on her now.”

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mercymermaid · 6 months ago

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okay dragon prince s6 was. a wild fucking ride

here's my live reaction and my post reaction

warning: obvious spoilers, really long, extremely incomprehensible, i also forgot half the non-main characters' names

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live reaction:

JUST REALIZED DRAGON PRINCE S6 CAME OUT LET’S GOOOP

the last show i watched was lmk (besides nezha conquers the dragon king) so seeing them all so animated and actually humanoid is so satisfying

VIREN'S HANDS AND REACTION WHEN HE SEES CLAUDIA'S LEG. RAGDJGUFUJFJDDJBR ME TOO BUD ME TOOOOOO

also aaravos crying in the beginning jumpscared me because i didn’t realize it was him at first i thought it was a new va or smth 😭

ALSO NOOOO SIR SPARKLEPUFF 😭

screaming

claudia: kills her ‘brother’ and loses her sanity to save viren to go save aaravos

viren: nah i choose life

claudia: 😃 haha what

literally she’s sobbing because he’s trying to go back to katolis

oh the running animation is still shit

ughhhh the little humany movements

rayla’s hand being uncertain and lowering and going to her face when callum runs off w her blanket

and soren howling w zym is so real

CUTTING FROM “CAN WE TRUST JELLYBUG” TO THE FIRE WAS A MOMENTARY JUMPSCARE

“i have my blankie” that’s. rayla’s blankie.

okay i’m calling it they sent callum down there without a shot of him replacing the pearl so i bet they took the decoy

either that or the reason they didn’t put a shot is to not make us think that and they brought the actual peael in 💀

jm ever overthinking or a genius

no terry :(

naming a dragon pyrrah is crazy

also not me completely forgetting wtf happened in s5

completely forgot zubeia had her ass kicked

WHAT COULD YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS YOU ARE NOT A QUEEN

DAMNNNNNNN

how have i forgotten like everyone’s names mb

corvus deserves the world i remember why he was my favorite character when he actually had screentime

corvus and soren were husbands your honor

since when was corvus’s leg injured

was that in s5 and my dumbass missed it

but soren carrying him is golden

yeah it was in s5 im stupid just googled

please don’t let the mushroom mage be a villain he’s awesome

the split speech between janai and karim is awesome

and i need to rewatch the other seasons but. did they fix the shading?? or am i just being spoiled after lmk

JANAI AND AMAYA WEDDING LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

corvus and soren are fucking Best Friends Yes Homo i swear ighhjhhh

BUT JANAI AND AMAYA KISSING EARLIER WOOHOOOO LET’S HEAR IT FOR LOVING CARING POSITIVE HEALTHY YURIIIII

NO SHADOWPAW

warriors ass name

i forgot to mention they fixed rayla’s hypothermic forehead

oh claudia’s still alive??

the frozen ship speech

is so foreshadowing or a metaphor or smth cool

terry is genuinely such a good boyfriend

and rayla reading the diary is great

help not rayla reading the diary instead of trying to find supplies

is she crying bc of the sadass story or because she’s thinking of callum

terry do you not know how to brush hair

if there’s a not you grab the hair before the knot so it hurts less

what crisis did claudia go through to cut her hair

okay yeah stupid question

shadow monkey and the bait rip-off baby both cooing at rayla and callum sharing a bed is real

but corvus and soren sharing a bed would be better

CHRIST JELP WHY ARE THEY DOING THAY TO POOR RAYLA AND CALLUM

NO WAYYY

sobbing

DUMB BITCH KI ISS HER

THAT IS NOT A TIME TO BRING UP DARK MAGIC

also claudia honey i love your style but honey you need to fix your hair

OH TERRY MAKING HER A PROSTHETIC LEG SWEETIEEEE

they haven’t spoken at all this entire time

OH THEY KISS TOO

CALLUM YOU DUMB BITCH YOU’RE THE ONLY ONES

“exhales emotionally” is crazy

did their asses just. forget the Pearl

oh yeah they did

rayla’s cooked

oh no she’s fine

the guard bonking the other on the head is so real

how do they not recognize viren

blind ass bitches

DAMN OKAY EZRAN EAT THATTTTTT

im calling it

ep3 already and the only aaravos screentime we had was him crying (over leola i assume) (and callum’s flashbacks but they don’t count)

it’s another mystery of aaravos’s screentime season i see

in america the starscraper would cost 20000000 a month and would have the view of twenty other starscrapers

claudia is a material girl

and I’d get severe social anxiety being inside the starscraper

yikes aaravos has plot armor

“no one can save xadia” okay edgelord

damn not the side quest to go kill a snow monster 💀

last episode before i sleep

please give us actual fucking aaravos screentime

YOOO CLAUDIA IS IN THE INTROVNOW

WOAHHHH

referring to viren as the prisoner is WILD

yeah viren bud you did that to yourself soren had all right to scream at you

watch the snow monster be like aaravos’s pet 💀

the snowstorm isn’t dying down girl

oh nvm

oh yeah that’s not aaravos’s pet im stupid

i expected a plot twist like this

the celestial elves hearing about how the chosen two actually did this for themselves 👁️👄👁️

not astrid’s brother (im sorry i immediately forgot his name) immediately becoming timeblind

HELP NOT CALLUM IMMEDIATELY BEING CALLED EVIL

OH FINALLY AARAVOS CONTENT

oh nevermind it was ONE SENTENCE

buddy we saw you cry earlier you ain’t winning (toxic masculinity is tho!!)

OH I KNEW THAT FLY WAS A METAPHOR

okay one more episode i can’t

ohhhhh the guy was named kosmo whoops

that autocorrected to Komsomol

the fuck is Komsomol

okay yeah we’re not getting any aaravos content this season huh

season 7 is still mystery (though it’s gonna be the last season in mystery) so i assume that’s when shit happens

HOW DID AARAVOS HAVE MORR SCREEN TIME OUTSIDE OF THE SEASONS FUCKING NAMED AFTER HIM

saw the trailer yeah no aaravos is so getting released

I WAS SO RIGHT HE ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE FUCKONG CANDY ORB I CALLED I CALLED I CALLED I CALLED IT

viren trauma dumping to soren is crazy

viren sobbing sounds kind of aaravos sobbing

why is everything black and white when kosmo speaks

okay time line 🤩

timeblind fuck me dude

i love how expressive everyone is

damn astrid eat!!!

OHHHHHHH

THE WHOLE

BLACK AND WHITE TJING WAS HIS FLASHBACK AND THEN CHANGING THE PAST AND FUTURE

OKAYTYYYYYY MAIN CHAARCTERRRRR

damn viren why’d you do kpp’ar dirty like that 😭

NAHHHHHH

rip buddy

no what happened to the spider

did they forget her on him 💀

STOP CUTTING FROM CALLUM PLUMMETING TO VIREN TRAUMADUMPING IS CRAZYYYYYH

what is viren doing anyway

writing a fucking autobiography

like how is this going to get soren to like him

yeah all that did not fit on that one piece of paper with his huge ass handwriting

IS THAT LEOLA

WHOS THAT PRETTY POOKIE

THE MERCIFUL ONE?.

all he needed was to go fly up really high and now he’s plot power protected 💀 no wayyyy

are they gonna tell him about the candy pearl tho 😭

IS HE STILL WRITING

JESSUSSSS

viren a sorry isn’t gonna help anymore

dumb bitch

oh thank god kosmo told his sister

viren should listen to kosmo

oh look at him making smart choices

go soren

YEAHHHH BURN I

oh the spider is alive 😁

okay callum be introspective

aswwwwww they’re fixing their past

FINALLLYYYYYYY THEY KISSSEEDDDDDDDDD UGHHHHHH LONG TIME COMING DIMNAZSESSSSSS

DUMBASSESSSSS

AWWWWWWWW THEY’RE SO CUTEEEEE

AND YET NO FUCKING AARAVOS

YOU HAVE THREE EPISODES LEFT.

USE THEM.

why the fuck are they going to the moon nexus

awwww them kissing like a high school couple is great

OHHHHH she got wings!!!

did they. tell callum and rayla that they brought the wrong pearl???

SOL REGEMCIS THAT YOU

“fix my wings and i’ll fly” yeah

oh they’re doing it rn nvm

how are they doing it….

oh runes magic wowwww

the soldiers slamming their staffs is off-beat

YEAHHHHH HE GOT NEW WINGSSSS

since when is corvus a musician

since forever my dumbass forgot about what i saw in the wiki

oh kazi is enby

cuteeeeeeeee

morning clouds is crazy

this is very discouraging poetry

YIPPEEEEE

oh fuck karim dude it’s her wedding be niceeee

run roh bald guy is infecteddddd

oh janai come on you’re the stupid and foolish one

ezran buddy you’re not gonna help 😭

dayum karim be niceeeee

ren pooks i appreciate the humor but not the time

gren

im stupid

ugh these two are so wholesomely in love it’s so sweeeetttttttttt im screaming

ughhhghghghghfhfhghghghggh

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH

HEALTHY LOVIJG CARING POSITIVE YURIII FOR THE WINNNNNNN

history cannot be forged without fire, without strength

damn

ezran bud honey

are we ignoring the archery girl what fucking help was she

ZYM EATTTTTTT

GO BRIDLELESSSSS

YESSSS GO ARCHER GIRL

who tf is archer girl anyway i forgot everything abt her

DONT SHOOT THE HORSES

thank god

yeah they’re cooked

help did the guy riding sol regem betray him

OHHHH THEY’RE GOING FOR KATOLIS

DAMNNNN THAT’S FUCKING FOULLL

WAIT OMG WAIT WAIT WAIT

SINCE THE REAL PEAEL IS IN KATOLIS

ARE THEY GONNA INADVERTENTLY DESTROY THE PEARL AND RELEASE AARAVOS

for being the crownguard soren is useless

ouch that’s a concussion

just use a fucking cannonball

yeahhhhh the pearl is fucked isn’t it

oh rip soren he’s a dead man

OHHH WAIT YEAH THE PEARL IS BEING DESTROYED

BALDIE IS POSSESSED

help making viren do magic is crazy

DARK MAGIC IS WORSEEEEE

oh yeah no

SOREEN NOOOOO

NAHHHHHHHHHH

he’s so dead

NO IS SOREN DEAD

NOOOOOO CORVUS NEEDS HIS POOKIE BEAR

OH SOREN LIVED????

OH SHIT

VIREN USED HIS OWN HEART

PLOT TWISTTTTTTTT

DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

only show in which i care about all the characters

HELP WHY DID SOREN LOOK LIKE THAT

oh right they became monsters or smth

it’s okay viren you died doing the thing you didn’t want to do

I AM A SERVANT IS CRAZYYYYYHY

imagine viren’s body lands on soren

nvm

WELL THEN WHAT DID THE GUY WANT WITH KATOLIS IF AARAVOS’S PEARL IS FINE??.?

claudia your dad is dead im sorry

OH IT AAS FOR AARAVOS

FINALLY AARAVOS CONTENTTTTTT

he looks so annoyed when soul regem looks away

TELL ME HE RELEASES AARAVOS BY ACCIDENT

what mystery

WAIT LUNA TENRBSI

I ATE HER

I ATE YOUR GRANDMA

DAMNNNNNNN PLOT TWISTTTTT

DAMNNNNN SOL REGEM DAMNNNNNNNNNN

rip baldie

oh rip sol regem too

oh yeah they’re both dead 💀

crazy ass way to go imo

okay bye bye star bitch you still have an episode and a half to prove yourself

terry is right

okay ignore everything terry justbsaid

claudia honey good luck

see now THAT is sobbing

AARAVOS GO AWAY YOU MANWHORE

OHHHHHH THE PEARL

OHHHHHHH CLAUDIA WILL RELEASE HIM OR SMTH

THAT’S FUCKIGN CRAZZYYYDYSHBEVKJSDBIFUGRWLUBRSVIF S

ohhh they’re at the moon nexus

still dk why

ohhhhhhhhhh the coins!!

fake quasar diamonds calling it

anyway i called that the pearl was fake and i called katolis’s destruction leading to aaravos being freed

ARE THEY FREEING HIM RN

CRAZZYYYYYYY

TERRY IS SO REAL

AARAVOS LET HER DEAL W HER DEAD DAD IN PEACE

claudia why do you want to help him

BUT YES IS HE FINALLY GONNA GET RELEASED LET’S GOOOOOOOO

calling it he gets released at the end of the last episode

and then we have to wait for s7 to actually get content

please. all i want. is a scene with him just. being overwhelmed by existence.

which isn’t gonna happen bc he’s the Mysterious Overpowered Villain where any weakness we saw from him was him sobbing over Leola

if that doesn’t happen im writing it i swear to god

NO THEY NEED THE QASAR DIAMOND TOOO

COME ON DUDE

OHHHHHH

THE GEM IN VIREN’S STAFF

IS THE QASAR DIAMOND THAT’S SIPPOSED TO BE IN THE CORONA

CRAZYYYYY

OHHHH THEY’RE RELEASING HIM

PLEASPELEPWSLELWPALSLEOWLALDE

help did they fail

dumbass bitches

LAST EPISODE

IF HE DOESNT GET RELEASED

I AM GOING TO SHOOT MYSELF

help why does intro claudia still have long hair

i was so right about him being released late wasn’t it

I WANT A SCENE WHERE WHEN HE GETS RELEASED HE GETS HIS SHINE BACKKKKK

okay is aaravos gonna traumadump now

claudia doesn’t know how to cast spells with love

that’s pretty sad

OHHHHHH HE’S TRAUMA DUMPING ABOUT LEOLAAAAAA

UEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

UGHHHHH SHE’S SO CUTEEEEEEE

LEOLAA WAS SO CUTEEEEEE

im telling her to save her family fuck runaan (i forgot who he is)

ighhhhh lwk they should have an older version of zym available for pfp usage

“please don’t die” eloquent!!

“what happened to you” honey love pooks those are soul fragments

this isn’t who you are! you’re broken! but i can make you whole again!

rayla, honey… are you gonna sing fight song next

oh now she’s faced with options

go back to save runaan

or go and save her parents

HELP IS THE PEARL A MODEL OF HIS HOUSE??? THAT’S FOUL AS FUCK

yeah leola’s abt to die isn’t she

that cube hole was not big enough for the cube

OH HE’S SO KINDDD

NOOOOO LEOLA

GOLDEN DRAGON

DAMN SOL REGEM DID YOU TAKE HIS KID

AARAVOS ON A FLOATY PLATFORM (IN TRAILER) ISNT HIM BEING RELEASED IT’S HIM W LEOLA

leola is fucked

AWWWWW AARAVOSSS

OHHH MERCIFUL ONE!!

DAMNNN KILLING THEM BOTH IS CRAZY

is she not saving her parents??

OHHHHHH

THEY’RE DYING

YIKES

OHHHHHHHHHHH THAT’S WHAT THAT MEANS

ALLOWING THEIR SOULS TO COMBINE BECAUSE THEY CANT DIE OTHERWISE

OKAYYY MAIN CHARACTER AARAVOS

how did he get his daughter tho

who did he fail

*rail

WHY DID HIS VOICE CHANGE LIKE THAT

bro is sobbing

OHHH LEOLA THAT LOOKS PAINFULLLLLO

LEOLA’S LAST WISHHHHHHH

DAMNNNN

BRO CRIED LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE A SEA

DAMN BRO

yeah he just trauma dumped to claudia and terry

oh she’s bringing back runaan???

oh he’s good now

“i’m a monster” yeah you’re showing that

you’re still trying to kill her buddy

HELP WHAT

HUHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT’S THAT

SHE’S HIS DAUGHTER???

oh i see

so she let her parents pass on and instead went w runaan is crazy

oh no she just got a lotus looking thingy

no parents

oh runaan exists as a pretty flower now 💀

YES TERRY TALK SENSE INTO HER

aaravos watching terry tell claudia that his love is twisted: 🧍

okay so claudia did not have a redemption arc

goddamn

OHHH THEYRE SIMULTANEOUSLY BRINGING BACK AARAVOS AND RUNAAN

CRAZZY SHITTTTT

THAT’SNFUCKING WIDLS,WOD

how did her first attempt look any different than this 💀

i see

terry is regretting his choice of gf

PLEASE LET AARAVOS’S RETURN BE DRAAMTIC PELASEESSA

help why is runaan nearly naked

did he just lose his clothes

poor guy didn’t deserve that

HELP IS AARAVOS GONNA BE NAKED TOO 😭 GIVE THE MEN SOME DIGNITY

YOURE KIDDING KIDDING ME

THEY SHOW RUNAAN GET BRIUGHT BACK

THRY SHOWNCALLUM GASO

AND HE’S FOCUSING ON KATOLIS

AND NO

FUCKING

AARAVOS

I TOLD YOU HE WAS GONNA GET BROUGHT BACK AT THE END OF THE LAAT EPISODE INN THR SHITTIEST CLIFFHANGER KNOWN TO MAN

YOU’RE FUCKING KDDING ME

YOU’RE FUCKIGN HOKIHJ

ohh yippee janai and amaya can have an actual wedding!,

OH FUCK EZRAN DOESNT KNOW ABOUT KATOLIS

SHITTTTTTTTTTT

HE’S ABT TO FIND OUT POOR UGY

YES SHOW AARAVOS

PLEASE

let”smog

YESSSSSS FINALLLLYYYYYYYY

oh he’s not naked

WHY IS HE SO BIG HELP

BRO REALLY DID SWALLOW JANAI’S GRANDMA

EXPLAINS WHY HE MANAGED TO LITERALLY CRY AN OCEAN

every aaravos-comes-back fanfic punching the air rn

make him smaller i don’t like this wtf

WAIT HOLD ON IT DONT MAKE SENSE

IN THE FLASHBACKS

AARAVOD WAS NORMAL SIZED

IS HE JUST HYPER MAGIC

AND THAT

WAS THE SHITTIEST WAY

TO END

THE

SEASON

IM GOJ; TO SHOOTVMYSELF

OHHHHH THE LAST LITTLE CREEITS DRAWING IS AARAVOS WITH LEOLA MY HEARTTTTTTTTT

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post reaction:

okay wow now wasn't that a season!!!

salty about the fact that they released aaravos at the very end, but i lapped up aaravos's story and his angst like a kitten to milk

loved it, wish s7 was out, and wish his release was a tad more dramatic because! he has been imprisoned for centuries! let him have a breakdown, he deserves one!

also not me managing to predict plot twists 💀💀

anyway if you made it this far, have some sunfire cake 🍰🍰

#mercy rambles #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp season 6 #spoilers #tdp spoilers #tdp s6 spoilers #tdp s6 #mercy yaps

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lya-dustin · 1 year ago

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The Dornish Princess

(Part ii of the Dornish Princess)

Cw: mentions of sex, fantasizing of murder, attempted murder via drowning

Fool.

That is the new name he was given.

Fool.

Fool for trusting you, for believing your words and a worse fool for loving you.

He cannot chase you and kill you for your betrayal, he was the regent and he must deal with the fall out of his own fucking foolishness.

With his brother at the Stranger’s door and no money to continue the war, his campaign into the Riverlands is postponed.

Postponed being a nicer word for it.

They are to surrender to his whore sister and bastard heirs and beg for mercy.

The negotiations had begun and Aemond has requested exile over death. He would never set foot in Westeros for as long as Rhaenyra lives.

No matter, after he gets his hands on you, it will he worth it.

Aliandra Martell offered her hand in marriage should he bring her your head.

Prince Consort of Dorne is good consolation reward.

His exile isn’t the terrible thing his mother thinks it is, his change of scenery matters not when he hunts you down.

He will enjoy killing you, he dreams of seeing the life leave your indigo eyes as he avenges his honor.

Aemond follows your trail even when he takes up the occupation of sword fro hire as Daemon once did. He hears how you defrauded a Braavosi key holder, how you robbed Sharako Lohar blind and just recently, drove the Rogares of Lys to complete and utter ruin.

Word had come from the spymasters that you lived in Volantis in a manse behind the Black Wall. You’d overstay your welcome once the lord you flatter with your serpent’s tongue and poison him with kisses as sweet as honey.

Where would you go from then? You weren’t welcome anywhere anymore.

You could never go home just as he can’t either.

He disguises himself as a servant, a slave rather. The Valyrian looks so coveted in Westeros were as common as horse shit in Essos. Even slaves had silver hair and purple eyes.

Something he’d learned to exploit as he earned his pay with blood.

Something he’ll exploit to finally end you.

You aren’t Y/N Sand nor Coryanne Martell here. You are merely a wealthy widow enjoying the fruits of your labor.

He stalks into your bath quietly, you assuming it is another servant carrying your hot flowery water pay no mind to him.

You are far more beautiful than he remembered, you grew into your looks just as he went from youth to man these years past.

Five years ago, you ruined his life and made damn sure you would never be forgotten.

“I will wash my own hair tonight.” You say as he takes your dark braid in his hands. Within a heart beat he’s holding your face under the water as he fulfills every fantasy he’s had these five long years.

“Did you miss me, Y/N?” he asks taunting you when he lets you come up for air.

“Not as much as you did, husband.” You gasp and sputter with a laugh. As if you’d known he’d come. “Took you long enough, Aemond the Fool.”

He narrowed his eye and wished he could just drown you in your tub and be done with it. But he doesn’t. He is still the fool he was at nineteen at twenty-four.

“Join me, you reek of dragon.” You say as you gather your bearings and pretend nothing had happened.

He could kill you later, hot water was a luxury even in this warm winter. A good fuck and a hot bath seemed like a better send off you deserved, but Aemond has stopped being so picky with whores these years.

“You need me for a scheme don’t you?” he concludes aa you wash his body with the same soaps you had used. You had done this before, back when he loved you and you ensnared him in your trap.

You had felt divine then, your soft caresses, your sweet lips and the oh so tight cunny you sheathed his cock with.

You haunted him till this fucking day, even after trying to forget you with every willing woman he could find. Not even the Red Priestess with her knowledge of the seven sighs couldn’t erase you out of his mind.

“A final one, an apology from me to you.” You say coming close enough to kiss him stupid.

He’d let you, only if your scheme is good enough for him.

“As if I’d believe anything that comes from your mouth, y/n.” he scoffed and yet snaked his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

He'll discard of you once he is sated, your pretty head was worth as much as this manse. A place close to home too.

“Oh trust me, what I will show you will speak for itself, my sweet prince.” You whisper before leaving the bath all together.

The sight waiting for him in your rooms leaves him without words.

Sharing a room and the distinctive looks of House Targaryen, a boy of five and a boy of eight hold on to plush dragons. The younger a green as Vhagar and the other as red as Caraxes.

His child and Rhaenyra’s lost son, presumably.

“Lysandro bought Viserys from his captors and sought to ransom him back to your family along with my son. I don’t bite unless I have to, dearest husband.” You admit with a hard edge to your soft voice. Somehow he believes you.

“What do you want?” Aemond cannot do anything but stare at the boys, his more than his nephew.

His hair is silver and sleek as his is, a faint smattering of freckles like the ones he had as a boy and his mother’s wicked mouth pouting in his sleep.

“That you recognize Aelyx as trueborn, we were married in truth and he shouldn’t carry the stain of bastardry when he is innocent.” You speak honestly, as if you knew your luck had run out. “Take Viserys and my wealth and negotiate your return to your home. It should be more than what I stole from you.”

If you knew he hadn’t thought of killing you since you showed him his son, you’d think your hold on him was as strong as it was then.

Perhaps it was.

Damn you. Damn you to the seven hells for making a fool out of him.

The following morning he writes home saying he’d found his errant wife and a treasure greater than all the gold in Volantis.

If Rhaenyra lifted his exile, he’d personally deliver Viserys to her.

Aemond the Kinslayer gets a hero’s welcome despite being foolish enough to forgive you and wed you in truth.

But you are not content with just being his wife and the wealth you amassed. No, you like your husband were cursed with ambition.

“Have you ever considered conquering Dorne, your grace?” you ask Queen Rhaenyra who owes you the life of her youngest son even if Aemond took the life of her second born.

#aemond targaryen x dornish!reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond x you #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader

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chickenkurage · 2 months ago

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OKAY OKAY OKAY.... CHAPTER 5 OF ATG... WHAT IN THE WORLD OH MY GOSH HOW MUCH DID DJ HAD TO GO THROUGH- FIRST HIS PARENTS AND NOW THE LOSS OF HIS OWN FOUND FAMILY TO HIS BEST FRIEND LEAVING HIM TO ROT, WHAT THE FRICK-

FIRST OF ALL, THEM TALKING ABOUT THE STARS AND SAYING HOW DJ SAYING HE WANTS TO SEE THE REAL STARS ONE DAY IS JUST.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT SOMEHOW HITS ME- REMINDS ME OF THAT ONE UNDERTALE DIALOGUE: "what's a star? Can you touch it? Can you eat it? Can you kill it?... Are you a star?" IT JUST SUDDENLY REMINDED ME OF THAT!!! ARE THEY REALLY FORESHADOWING THEMSELVES ABOUT LOSING EACH OTHER BECAUSE MY GOSH- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DJ IS STILL TRYING TO REACH ALAN DESPITE HIS WOUND AND WORDS, HE'S TRYING TO PROVE HIMSELF SO HE CAN BE SEEN AS A USEFUL PERSON TOWARDS HIM, HOW HE IS STILL WILLING TO HELP HIM EVEN THOUGH HE NEEDS REST TO RECOVER FROM THAT SHOT, BUT I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE THE HORROR ON HIS FACE WHEN HE SAW ALAN WEARING THE WEAPON, THE VERY THING HE WASTED THE REST OF HIS LIFE ON, OH MY GOSH HE MUST'VE BEEN FEELING A LOT OF EMOTIONS THERE- WE GOT SOME POV OF HOW DJ IS DOING NOW!!! SEEMS TO BE SOMEWHAT ALRIGHT BUT ALSO NOT BECAUSE THE WORDS ARE STILL STABBED INTO HIS HEART LIKE A LITERAL BULLET, BUT YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DJ AND VICTIM MEETING!!! I WAS ALREADY THINKING ABOUT IF DJ WILL SAY ANYTHING TO VICTIM AND THE OTHERS ABOUT ALA- NOOGAI, OR MAYBE THEY'LL FOUND OUT AT DJ WAS ACTUALLY ONCE A CLOSE FRIEND OF NOOGAI AND HE HELPED HIM SO LONG AGO, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THESE SCENARIOSSSSSSSSSS!!! I DID NOT EXPECT HIS PARENTS IN THIS TO BE LIKE THIS, HIS MOTHER DISTANCING HERSELF HIM AND HE TOOK IT AS KINDNESS FOR FREEDOM UNTIL THE REALIZATION HITS, HOW HE WAS KNOWN TO REASSEMBLE HIS FATHER BUT HATES THE IDEA OF BECOMING SOMEONE HE DESPISES A LOT, STAYING AT ALAN'S SEEMS LIKE IT'S THE ONLY HOPE FOR HIM TO SPEND HIS LIFE HAPPILY INSTEAD AT HIS FATHERS. DANG I DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO PICK A WHOLE GOSH DANG FIGHT IN THAT BAR, THAT ALCOHOL REALLY DID SOMETHING TO HIM WITH THE NUMBNESS AND BLOOD ALL AROUND HIM, NOOOOOOOO HIM AND ALAN GOING THROUGH THE SAME THING AT THE SAME TIME BEFORE AFTER KAORI AND THE CHILDREN HAD PASSED, EXPECT DJ IS WILLING TO HELP ALAN AND MOVE FORWARD SLOWLY BIT BY BIT, WHILE ALAN REFUSES AND LEAVES HIM TO CONTINUE ON WITH HIS OWN PATH OF VENGEANCE, LEAVING SOMEONE WHO WAS THERE FOR YOU THE WHOLE ENTIRE TIME, LITERALLY AFTER EVERYTHING, HOW MUCH DOES DJ GO THROUGH IN THIS, INCLUDING ALAN TOO OFC OH MY GOSH- READING VICTIM AND DJ STARGAZING TOGETHER ALREADY GAVE ME PARALLELS, AND DJ SAYING THE STARS AREN'T REAL LIKE HOW ALAN DID BEFORE, AND VICTIM SAYING THOSE FAMILIAR REALLY MUST HAVE HIT DJ SOMEHOW-

SO MUCH IS HAPPENING ALREADY OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SOMEONE GET THIS DJ TO THE AA HOUSE ASP, RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, AND EVEN LET KOM!DJ HELP OUT TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMGEY YOU'RE WRITING IS IMPRESSIVE AS HECK AND KILLING ME!!!

DJ has been doomed from the start xDDD.

The stars were indeed a metaphor!! And how DJ loves those "Fake Stars" even if it was fake, he still found beauty in it, like how he did with Alan and his family :'')). The stars can be both a foreshadowing and a metaphor with Alan and DJ, with the stars being both fake and out of reach from DJ, just like he is with Alan (oop)

And the Undertale quote, oh my goodness i agree :000

And ahh DJ backstory, super dope xDDDD. We can see here how much of a family Alan and Kaori really are to DJ, it really shows that DJ really loves them both, and losing them both is just......im sad for him.

Alan is so busy with his own world building that he completely forgot about his best friend DD": It's just not fair, clearly, it's not just Alan who is a bit messed up in the head now XDD.

And yipee ond DJ and Vic friendship XDD, Vic being so playful and DJ is the one that has no energy LMAOO. It's a duo we did not ask for but a duo we need.

And God, DJ and his mother. It's so fucked up that he thought what his mother was doing a form of love and freedom until he realized his mother just wants him gone :'')

And we know how DJ always puts his friends first before himself, that's why when Kaori and the kids died, DJ pushed his grief so far back just so he could help Alan to the point he completely forgot that he too has the right to grieve over them because Kaori was like a sister to him.

And Victim reminding of DJ the memory of when he used to stargaze and Alan would always mention that the stars are fake as a way to tease him. It is a parallel, being the first line in the chapter with DJ saying he wanted to see the real stars and fast forward to Victim saying he too wants to see the real stars. PAIN

DJ does need to meet the AA, those Alans would give him all the love he needs and maybe Snow would help him xDDD. KOM DJ would definitely try to cheer ATG DJ up!!

And oh my goodness, thank you, i want to write the story as a more of character study type. ATG DJ isn't an interesting guy, he has no powers, he has no flashy tricks up his sleeve, he is just him.

His friend left him, his sister Kaori died and his nephew and niece, and he's all alone trying to deal with the pain and hurt that was left. Maybe he gave too much love to other people that he forgot to give himself some as well :((.

The AU may have fooled you guys, thinking it would be all about ATG Alan and his cool and revenge escapades, or even Victim and his brothers goofing around. But in reality, we would just look at the AU in DJ's eyes. There's nothing cool about it, and there is nothing fun about it.

Let's just hope DJ and Alan would finally talk - S

#AskSpongey&JMLilac #ATGDJWelch #ATGAlanBecker

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blackhakumen · 2 months ago

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Mini Fanfic #1239: The Return of Triple N Challenge (SSBU X Darkstalkers)

It was a nice, peaceful morning in the city Smash Town. The sun continues the rise, the birds are chipping in their own pace and melody and our two unusually cute pair, Dedede and Morrigan Aensland are currently resting inside the comfort of the former king's bedroom.

They had another lovely night together yesterday. They took the Smash Kids trick-or-treating all around town, danced the night away at Halloween party back at the mansion, watches Sonic League gets first place at the Costume Contest afterwards while the Salior Moon Squad gets second, and crashed back to De's room as they watch old Halloween movies together and making slow, sensual love for rest of the tonight untill they were both fallen fast asleep.

Every day and evening spent with Morrigan would always find a way to put a smile on the former king's face. Her irresistible beauty mixed with her fun, outgoing personality are more than enough for him to fall for her completely. Sometimes I made him question how in the world he managed to score with someone as amazing aa her to begin with, but it was neither here nor there ultimately. They are happy together and that's all it really matters to both of our lovebirds in the long run

'Buzz' 'Buzz' 'Buzz' 'Buzz' 'Buzz-

'Click'

Dedede: (Reach his Arm Back From the Alarm He Just Turned Off Before Stretching It Up in the Air and Let Out a Loud Yawn) Another good day to be alive.....Morning, Morr.

Morrigan: (Wakes Herself Up as Well While Letting Out a More Cute Sounding Yawn Before Rubbing her Eyes) Good morning, my dear king~ Did you have yourself a good sleep last night?

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) Oh yeah, definitely. Even more so since I've spent it here with you~

Morrigan: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs Dedede's Stomach Next to Her) Ohh you sweetheart of a man~ I love you so much~ (Gives Dedede's Stomach Some Kisses)

Dedede: (Notices a Few Other Teal Colored Kiss Marks Imprinted on his Stomach) Girl, have you been kissing my stomach all night?

Morrigan: Why, of course!~ (Happily Snuggles onto her King's Stomach) It's far too big, squishly, and cuddly to NOT shower it with my undying love!~ (Gives De's Stomach One Big Kiss) I hope you don't mind.

Dedede: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, if it helps you get more comfortable, that's good enough for me. (Rubbing the Back of his Head While Smiling More Sheepishly Now) But I uhh....('Heh') Hope my.....performance tonight was up to liking and whatnot.

Morrigan: (Smiles Softly) Oh there's no need for you nervous at all, my dear. You were remarkably wonderful the whole night through. In fact, I say that your endurance and performance are far more superior than all the other guys I've dated over the years.

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise by the Very Positive Feedback Given to Him) Damn, really? How the others do?

Morrigan Some were passable, others were let downs, but none of them will ever match your level of love making. You were so gentle and patient with my antics, yet so rough and bold when the time calls for it!~ ('Sighs Dreamingly') It makes me fall head over heels for you all over again~ Surely you've given your previous dates this incredible experience in the past, no?~

Dedede: Girl, I couldn't even walk a single out of them out restaurant without getting stood up or dragged into some insane BS until you came around in my life. But goddamn....(Starts Chuckling Proudly) Who's the man? I got this sex game by the ass!

Morrigan: (Giggles Softly) Indeed you have, my dear!~ We should definitely do this again sometime~

Dedede: ('Sighs Relaxingly') Absolutely~ A real shame we can't do anymore of that this month Goin forward.

Morrigan: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) What!? Why would you say- (Starts Sighing and Pinching the Bridge of her Nose at the Realization) Ohhh please don't tell me you're taking part in that silly No Nut November Challenge this year......

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) Yeeup! This is my fifth or sixth run, so I got mta bring my a-game on.

Morrigan: Considering all the times you've failed previously?

Dedede: (Slouches his Upper Body Down With a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Yeah.....Like, I don't get it. One moment, I'm prepared myself for inevitable, fully invested and focused at the at the journey ahead at the top of my game and then the next, without any rhyme or reason, I folded. EASILY! All thanks to por- I-I mean! Uh- ('Clears Throat') Videos of life and....nature. Definitely PG and-

Morrigan: (Giggles Some More) Darling, darling, relax!~ There's no need to be ashamed of watching pornography from time to time. God knows I have.

Dedede: (Eyes Widens Up Again) You watch porn.

Morrigan: (Proudly Nodded) Indeed I have~ It all started days after Lilith and I moved to our very own mansion together. I was sitting in the living room, changing every channel on the TV in pure boredom as we wait for our pizza to arrive. That is until we eventually stumbled upon a few "adult" channels. The shows were as raunchy and exotic as one would expect, but they've also provide shows that explain their rich, artistic, historical origins centuries prior. Kinky as most of them are, it did managed to make me invested enough to appericate the craft itself overtime and that's something I never have any regrets over whatsoever.

Dedede: (Almost at a Loss For Words) .........Where the hell have you been all my life?~

Morrigan: (Playfully Shrugs) I've been all around the globe, undetected! (Gently Grabs Hold of Dedede's Hand With a Very Loving Smile on her Face) But I'm here now, my king~ And I do not plan on ever leaving your side anytime soon, as I'm far too difficult to get rid of~ (Starts Kissing on Top of Dedede's Hand)

Dedede: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Morrigan's Kisses) As if I wanna get rid of you at all! I love you too much to doing all that, Morr~

Morrigan: (Hearts Begins to Melt Once More) I love you more~

'Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' 'Buzzzzzzzzzz'

Morrigan: (Facepalms Herself While Groaning) ('Uggggggggggh')

Dedede: Work calls?

Morrigan: ('Sighs in Defeat') Unfortunately. (Picks her Phone Up From the Counter Next to her Side of the Bed) I also have another busy schedule on my hands today, so I'm afraid I must go. (Turns the Alarn From her Phone Off) You don't mind me using your shower for the time being?

Dedede: Not at all. It's all yours.

Morrigan: Thank, dear. (Kiss Dedede on the Lips Before Getting Up Outta Bed) Are you absolutely certain you want to go through with this silly challenge?

Dedede: (Simply Nodded) I think so, yeah. Gotta prove myself I am just as much of a man as everyone else in this crazy world, you know?

Morrigan: (Gives her Boyfriend a Reassuring Smile) You'll always be a man in my heart, my love. But I'll root for you nonetheless. While also doing......This!~ (Opens Up her Shirt Wide For her King to See)

Dedede: (Immediately Taken Aback by his Girlfriend's Degenerecy) Woooooah there, girl! You're exposing yourself to me in the early morning!?

Morrigan: (Puts on a More Cheeky Smile) Indeed I am!~ Is that pecker of yours gotten excited?

Dedede: (Looks Down Under the Covers For a Few Seconds Before Turning Back to Morrigan) Not by much, but it's about to be if you don't cover up soon.

Morrigan: (Giggles Once More as She Covers Herself Up) Good, good. Because starting today, not only will I root for upbrings, but I will also be the obstacle getting in your way to your goal. (Forms a More Evil Smirk on her Face) And I will not rest until I see that precious nut of yours break into absolute oblivion~ (Makes a Single Kiss Noise of Death Before Smiling Brightly Again) See you back in a few!~ (Let's Out an Elegant Laugh Before Hovering Herself Onto the Bathroom)

'Door Closed'

Dedede: (Eyes Already Widened in Horror the Whole Time) .................................I ain't gonna make it through month, aren't I?

Dedede's Challenge has now begun.

@bestpony666

@tampire

@caleb13frede

#super smash ultimate #darkstalkers #king dedede #morrigan aensland #takes place the day after halloween #cute romance #humor #fluff #dedede x morrigan #no nut november

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secret-smut-sideblog · 10 months ago

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All I Wanted

Ascended Astarion x F! Tav

(AA break up series, part 8, can be read alone)

18+ dubcon, fingering (f!), restraint, p-in-v, roughness, blood drinking, violence (physical/verbal), abuse, hurt/comfort, fear, tenderness, longing, just real sad hours

Tav's head swimming with memories, she has a moment of weakness. Returning to the Crimson Castle under the cover of night to find something that belongs to her. But finds more than she anticipated...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

She was trying to settle into her new life with him, but things felt... different. Off.

Obviously she wasn't naive enough to think things would remain the same after the Ascension. Afterall he was, how did he put it? More devine.

The elation at his realized dream didn't fully settle the doubt in her stomach. She was deeply happy for him, just the joy of seeing his reflection again was enough to send her heart spinning.

But he was treating her differently. Calling her things like pet, treasure. Had even had tried to convince her to be his spawn. Saying he'd turn her fully someday with a vague wave of his hand.

For the first time since he had admitted his feelings to her, she didn't believe him.

He was lying to her again.

Deep in thought, she took down her hair at their vanity, looking at herself tiredly.

There were hollows under her eyes. She hadn't been eating as well as she should've. Starting to look a little thin. But he didn't seem to notice. Or care.

"You should grow your hair out." He had come up behind her, leaning down to kiss at her neck. Twisting her hair in his fingers. "It would look so lovely cascading down your back."

She sighed, leaning into him.

"Well, hello My Lord." She teased.

He nipped at her neck in response. A growl in the back of his throat.

He lifted her by the hips and shoved her over the vanity, pulling her dress up over her ass.

Another thing that had changed; his sex drive was insatiable. Taking her in every room of the castle. Coming on suddenly and ferociously.

She wasn't complaining, but the stark turnaround in his behavior around intimacy was something akin to concerning.

He pushed his knees between her thighs, opening them. Fingers pushing inside her.

She moaned, gripping down on the wood.

He still felt good. Really good. But he had stopped asking. What she wanted, what she felt. When it was too much. When to stop.

"That's a good girl. Giving in to me." He purred, pumping his fingers.

Something snapped inside her. A band of frustration she hadn't even realized had been pulled so taut.

She twisted underneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Staring up at him with eyes flared.

Saw his eyes go wide as she gripped his wrist, the fingers pulsing inside her now being somewhat puppeteered by her hand.

Something close to anger crossed his face, but more than that, lust.

He leaned forward, gripping the lip of the vanity above her. Their faces parallel and inches apart.

Both breathing heavy, staring hard into each other.

This was a power play, she realized.

Well, she wouldn't give up without a fight.

She jutted her chin up at him in defiance, pulling his hand into her harder.

His eyes flashed, grabbing the front of her dress pulling it down in harsh yanks. Her breasts springing free.

She smirked at his eyes hovered over her bouncing breasts. Losing the push of his hand for a moment, her hand completely controlling his.

He caught on as she moaned, eyes snapping back up.

He leaned down and licked slurping circles into her peaks.

With a gasp her hand released, arching up her chest. Moaning in frustration.

He laughed against her breast, licking harder and nibbling down. Her legs opening again.

Her hand reached out to brace her, knocking the contents of the vanity off with a crash. Twisting under him, her body trying to get away.

He growled, rocking his fingers hard into her. Pulling his trousers open with one snap of his hand.

Before she could react he had slammed inside her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

His hand came down over her throat, holding her in place roughly as he fucked into her. Both of them rocking back and forth with the force of his hips.

She felt dirty and hated that she liked it, that her body wanted more.

"What a good little whore you are." He hissed, smiling down at her. Malice flashing across his eyes.

Hers snapped up to his. That was too far.

Her Astarion would never.

Gripping her hips, he tried to turn her onto her stomach again, but she pythoned around him. Locking her legs and rising up. Face to face, hers red with exertion and heat.

"Venomous tonight, are we?" He chided. His pupils betraying him, blown wide with lust.

"Can't take a little bite?" She hissed.

He pulled her hair, her neck arching open to him.

"Can you?" He sneered, baring his fangs.

Her heart hammered at that. He had still been feeding on her, though it was more for pleasure at this point. But he kept pushing to turn her. Taking a little more every time he fed.

But she wasn't backing down, not now.

"Do your worst." She hissed.

He growled and bit down viciously. Still rocking into her, his cock twitching inside her.

It hurt. Really hurt. Both his upper and lower teeth sinking in. Feeling like a chunk of her flesh was going to be pulled away with him.

The gentle euphoria never came, and she realized that he wasn't even drinking. Just ripping into her neck.

She grabbed at his head. Trying to get him to release. Breathing through her nose to keep from screaming.

"Stop."

"Astarion, stop!"

He wrenched his head from side to side. The pain blinding her. Blood pouring in a curtain down her back.

"STOP!"

She mustered the last of her strength and pinched her fingers hard into his ear.

He pulled off with a pained gasp, arms releasing her. Pulling away.

She fell to the floor in a heap, hand trying to stem the flow of her wound. Eyes straining to stay focused, lightheaded.

He stood over her, blinking. Her blood poured all down his front.

"Darling, I'm so sorry-" He kneeled down to her.

She backed up against the vanity. Eyes wide.

"Don't touch me." She whispered, pushing down hard on the pulse of blood coming from her neck.

"I need to close that." He said softly.

He slid forward.

She pushed back hard against the vanity, back ramrod straight.

His eyes searched hers, a strike of pain in his face as he saw her fear.

"Please, Tav. I can help." His hands held out. "Please let me help."

She was breathing fast, her chest rabbiting. But wasn't pulling away further.

Though she wanted to scream at him to get away from her, she knew he was right. Blood pouring between her fingers.

He leaned in and licked gently at her throat. His tongue lovingly tracing the violence he had left. The gouges closing. Only weeping a few drops down her collarbone.

The gentle wave came then, too little, too late. A meager balm to her panicked heart.

He pulled back and left a soft kiss on her lips. The first in a month.

"I'll sleep in my office, okay?" He murmured, rising to his feet.

Retreating out of their chambers, leaving her to his mess.

Tav's eyes opened, exhausted.

That was the first night she had been afraid of him.

Shadowheart slept soundly on her chest, her soft breathing a sweet tide.

Tav brushed her hair gently from her face.

Closed her eyes, sighing.

Slipping gently out from under her.

Her forearm braced as she lifted the last of the way up, knee coming up on the sill.

Their chambers shadowed inside the glass.

She pushed the window open, slipping down inside.

Most of the room was draped in white sheets. A watchful guard of ghosts.

She lifted the sheet from the corner of the vanity, pulling open the small drawer.

Yes, it was still here.

She lifted the bracelet to the light. Gold leaves that twisted around, three red rubies that sat in rose shaped inlets.

She smiled to herself, remembering how embarrassed he was giving it to her. Practically shoving it in her hands.

"Oh, did you steal this? Very pretty!" She chirped, holding it up to admire.

Seeing the blush burning his ears, gasped playfully.

"You bought something? And for me? I never thought I'd see the day!"

"Would you just put it on, you tease?"

She remembered how she had worn it around her ankle, as to not embarrass him too much.

How, when they laid together, his fingers would trace along it absent-mindedly as he read.

The night he had tore into her neck, she put it here and never to put it back on.

She let it sit flat in her palm, staring down sadly.

Aware of movement in the room, she startled. Eyes darting.

There was someone in the bed.

Stepping quietly she came to the bedside, staring down.

His back was to her, curled on his side over the blankets. The white cover sheet laying in a heap on the floor.

She stared down in shock.

His arms were wrapped around his back, legs pulled up. Breathing slowly.

She reached out and touched his shoulder lightly.

He murmured something in his sleep and pulled tighter into himself.

"No," He moaned fearfully.

She slid carefully into the bed, wrapping around his back.

"No, no, please," He whimpered, shielding from something in front of him.

"Shhh, shhh," She hushed, scratching gently along his scalp.

He breathed out shakily, relaxing into her. Mumbling something anxiously.

"I know, I know," She whispered. Curling her legs up to cradle under his. "You're safe, I promise."

Tears began to leak silent out of her eyes, nuzzling down into the curl of his hair.

"You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me, when that was an objectively stupid thing to do."

Her eyes closed, holding back a sob.

"I feel... safe with you. Seen."

"I miss you." She whispered. "So much." Holding her hand to his chest. The steady beat of his heart still so foreign.

"Tav," He sighed.

"I have so much I want to tell you. I have a way to help you. I'm-"

I might be carrying your child.

She shuddered, she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. To make it real.

"I'm so scared, Starlight. There's so much I need to do. So much at stake."

His hand came to rest over hers, turning towards her.

Eyes open and staring into hers in what looked like adoration.

She went still for a moment, mind running frantic.

He pushed her hair behind her ear, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead into hers.

"Please stay," He hushed.

Fresh tears sliding down her face. "You know I can't. You wont stay like this."

"Then just for a moment. Please." He breathed, turning his face more up into hers. A breath passed between the two of them.

She breathed him in, eyes closing.

His hand held hers to his chest. Breathing slowly. Staring deeply at her.

They didn't speak for a long time, mirrored and slow in each other.

"How can you help me?" He finally whispered.

Her eyes opened, suddenly panicked again. What should she even say?

He was still staring into her, eyes flowing with tenderness.

"Do you want to be free of the vampirism?"

His eyes widened in what looked like hope for a split second, then settled into a scowl.

He sat up, bristling.

Oh Gods. She immediately rose from the bed, walking backwards towards the window.

"Now, why would I want that?" Rising to his feet, glowering at her.

"I'm the most powerful vampire in Faerun. Beyond Faerun!"

She backed into the windowsill. Though she knew he couldn't hurt her, Gale's magic still strong in her body, the old fear had taken over. Her body on autopilot. Get as far and fast away as you can.

"You would even suggest removing this power from me?! This gift?!"

His hand attempted to come down on her throat but an angry arc of magic shocked through his arm.

"Agh!" He groaned, doubled over, holding his scorched forearm. Looking up at her with endless venom in his eyes.

"Get out, you ingrate!" He bellowed and she needed no further prompting, sprinting out of the open window.

She edged around the lip of the castle wall, back pressed hard against the stone. Trying to quiet her hammering heart.

She heard a crash from the window, his scream of fury. A bottle crashed against the wall.

His scream slowed into a sob. Hitching in his throat, he wailed.

She pressed her hand hard to her heart, tears flowing quietly down her face. Chest aching for him.

"Please don't go!" He cried, another bottle smashing. "Please don't leave me!"

She closed her eyes, heart ripping in two.

She would help him. She had no choice. She must.

Felt the bracelet in her pocket, rubbing it like a touchstone.

No matter the cost.

Part 9

#SAD HOURS begin NOW #lets fucking gooooo #astarion smut #astarion x tav #ascended astarion #beautiful screenshot by @astarionposting #lyrics from: strange - celeste

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Breach: Chicago War Zone - WIP Update 14 - 10th of February 2023

I didn't think I'd be able to finish it this month considering my hard drive decided to corrupt itself, but, goddamn, I did it.

WIP Update 14 has been released! Chapter 2 Part 2 for both routes have started all the way up to the first chance of a downtime. Though you can't hangout with anyone, except for Hayne, you can now enjoy the limited shop for both the Archangel AND the FBI route, as well as the completed skill training feature.

Breach: Chicago War Zone (Updated)

DEVELOPMENT LOG#14 (10-February-2023)

(B2.1.1.22.12.20)

Alpha - 14

Tons of bug fixes typos and grammar fixes

Added the ability to buy plasma cutter pre-hangout

Added ARC skills training and store (limited)

Added FBI skills training and store (very limited)

Fixed FBI armory not being free. (Everything should now be free)

Tweaked a few of the weapon's descriptions to be available for both routes

Tweaked several weapon accessories token modifiers

Tweaked available accessories for the UTS-15

Added Flash Grenades

Added AR-10 Battle rifle (I know, I'm calling it one)

Added KSG-12 Shotgun

Added RPD Machine gun

Added AK-12 Assault rifle

Alpha - 14

Added Chapter Part restart feature to Show Stats screen (Testing)

Added Settings tab to the Show Stats screen (Testing)

Added Cheats tab to the Show Stats screen (Testing)

Added Hayne's 1st hangout

W.I.P.: Chapter 2 Part 2 of The AA branch (23%) W.I.P.: Chapter 2 Part 2 of The FBI branch (23%) W.I.P.: AA Hangout (9%) W.I.P.: AA Store system (60%) W.I.P.: FBI Hangout (9%) W.I.P.: FBI Store system (50%) W.I.P.: Stat screen upgrade (30%) COMPLETED: Chapter 2 Part 1 of The AA branch (100%) COMPLETED: Chapter 2 Part 1 of The FBI branch (100%)

Word Count: 656,856 words including codes (Last update was 637,822)

The private testing for this was uploaded last month so technically I managed to get an update out once month but still… it was quite a delay and I'm terribly sorry.

For those who don't know, I had a horrible setback in which my computer's hard drive decided to bork itself and I had to reinstall windows. I lost a small number of data but it took me some time to rebuild my database and retrieve data from my corrupted hard drive. Thankfully, Breach itself is saved due to the number of backups I've made and the precaution of having multiple copies on different hard drives.

More detail on the situation on this post if you want to see the exact problem I was having.

But, all of that is past now and though I am still building up everything again, I was able to get my workspace back in order and thankfully, I've managed to finish this damn update before the end of the month for private testing, and added a few things for the public update.

The update also consists some scenes for the ARC route where if you choose to do the prep work for the grate work or wall work in the tunnels under the bank, as well as some new scenes for the FBI route where [spoiler]if you let Greg escape during the raid, he'll want to meet with you and he'll give you some secrets about the trio.[/spoiler]

I'm sorry it's taken so long, and thank you for being so patient. It's not a huge update, but it features the shop and the skill training system in-game where you can buy and change your gear however you wish, though the FBI armoury is quite limited for now.

Thank you all for your patience.

Much love! ❤️

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THE MANDALORIAN | Din Djarin

Tw: It gets slighty suggestive towards the end.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F! Mechanic! Reader

Mando is back on Tatooine and as he brings his ship to Peli's, he's in need of a place to stay. It's so good that you live alone in an apartment with plenty of space!

You wipped a drop of motor oil from your cheek before cleaning your hands on your lilac worksuit as you smiled at the ship you had just fixed.

You worked for Peli as her assistant, helping around the workshop for a few years now. You weren't native to Tatooine but after leaving your parent's house it had become your home.

You had made quite a few friends, even meeting the recent Daimyo, working for Peli also had it's benefits; You saw all kinds of ships, and there wasn't anything (well, maybe a specific mandalorian) you loved more than ships.

The breeze picked up as you turned around, hearing an engine roar close and there you saw it, that old -but beautiful in your opinion- gunner Razor Crest.

-Mando!- You heard Peli before you saw her, approaching you and the landing ship. - Mando's here!

You smiled and felt buterflies flutter on your stomach as the ship's ramp came down, your hands quickly went to your hair, fixing any stray hairs and cleaning your face with the sleeve of your suit.

Your nervousness was noticed by your boss, who sent you a wink as the mandalorian walked down the ramp of the ship.

- Awww, where's the little womprat?- Peli pouted as she looked around for the little green child.

- He's sleeping in his cot. It was....a long trip.- Mando sight tiredly- Too long... -He rubbed his helmet as the circular cot came down the ramp behind him.

Peli and you shared a look and before you could stop her she spoke.

- You need a place to stay for the night, right?- Peli asked as she walked to the closed cot.- So you and the munchking can truly rest well, right?

Mando looked at Peli silently, the helmet completely obscured your gaze from seeing his face but his alert bodylanguage made you stiff a small giggle.

- You two can stay at her apartment- She smirked at you as the giggles turned into coughts, you knew you were blushing and that made Peli's smirk widen.- You do have a pretty cozy sofa, don't'cha? Beter than the floor, right Mando?- she elbowed the armoured man who was caught off guard.

- I don't want to burden...- The man started before you cut him off.

- It's okay for me. I wouldn't want to let such a cutie sleep on the floor- You smiled at the surprised mandalorian.

Preening under his attention, you turned around and put your hands on your hips, winking at the man

- And by that, I meant Grogu- You couldn't help the small laught as Mando looked at the now opened cot and the smiling green babe who waved at you. He sighed again in defeat as Peli laughed heartily, patting Mando's back.- Now follow me, beskarboy.

- Don't worry Mando, I'll take a look at your ship, you sure you don't prefer a newer one?- Peli said as she looked as a piece of metal fell from the Crest.

- IT'S A CLASSIC PELI!- You enthusiastically yelled as you were leaving aa the other woman burst in laughter again as Mando's gaze didn't leave your figure for a moment.

•° Small Timeskip °•

- Aand this is my humble abode! - You smiled as the large man looked around your small apartment, he was tall and broad and you couldn't help but bit your lower lip.

"He's so hot" You thought as you looked at the man helping the small babe onto the comfy sofa.

- It's cozy, very pretty.- He said, standing awkward in the middle of your living room- Just like you.

- What?- Your eyes widdened. Did you just imagine that? Did he really say he thought you were pretty?!

- Don't give me that look- Mando said walking closer to you as Grogu got comfortable above your fluffiest pillow. His gloved thumb caressed your cheek softly before he regained his shyness, he took a step back and coughed on his fist as your face matched the twin sunset behind you.

- You're pretty...Very pretty.- He coughed akwardly, his visor was looking at the floor and you truly wanted to grab him by his cape and smack your lips against his, even if you had to be blindfolded so he would take that helmet off.

-Thank you- You mumbled shyly, your hand going to the cheek he had just caressed. Your eyes locked with the visor, as you two hold eye contact. The moment felt so intimate...- Um...food? - Akwardly, nervous and red as a tomato, you broke the silence with a smile.

- Uh...oh, um..- Mando stood tight, trying to regain his composure.- Yes... Yes, um for the kid. Thank you.- He said as he walked to sit next to the kid who was playing with your lamp, turning it on and off.

- Stop that, you can get hurt.- He admonished the child softly and you felt your heart flutter. He was just too adorable... Maybe you could... Tell him about your feelings. You didn't know when would be the next time you would see him and you truly couldn't hold onto these feelings no more.

That night, you had put Grogu to sleep on your bed early. After playing all evening with you the child was truly drained, so after some food you two tucked him to sleep.

Now, Mando and you were sitting on your couch, awkward as you two were, eyes trained onto the beige wall of your apartment. You had been hyping yourself up all evening and now that the moment was here you were too nervous.

- Uhm...Thank you for letting us stay here- The rough modulated voice of the man broke your train of thought.- I'm very thankfull. The kid truly needed a bed after this mision.

Your lips formed a small smile as you heard how he still focused so much on the child's safety and comfort.

- It's nothing,truly. He's a sweetheart- You smiled as you felt his gaze on you- and so are you.

Mando looked at you with a surprised look under his helmet, his tanned cheeks dusted red at your comment.

- I'm...I'm not sweet. I'm a bountyhunter, I am dangerous.- He mumbled, trying to get his blush to fade.

You couldn't help but stiffle your laugh with your hand, looking at him with an amused smile.

- Oh I don't doubt of your dangerousness. Two things can be true at once- You smiled as you unconciously put your head on his plated shoulder.- You're a sweetheart and an amazing father.- You smiled softly, looking off the distance as Mando's gaze zeroed on your face, counting your lashes from how close you two were.

His heart was beating loud and fast, his skin was sweating as his brain short-circuited.

- I want to taste you.- He blurt out, surprising you and himself. - I-Um... I'm sorry, I-

You cut him off with a kiss to his helmet, Mando was caught by surprise as he fell on his back as you climbed above him.

- I want to taste you too- You shyly mumbled- For a long time...- The mandalorian's arms softly wrapped around your waist as you sat against his thigh. His hands caressed your back softly, pulling you closer giving you a kedable kiss.

- I want to be with you- You mumbled as tears stung your eyes, feeling his hands on you made you realize that this was real, that it was happening.- At least for a night. I want to be yours.

Mando's hands closed possesively around your buttocks, kneadling and making you let out a small moan.

- You were mine the moment you gave the kid those frog-shaped cookies.- He mumbled, massaging your rear as your hips softly started rotating against his thighs.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips between soft moans.

- You still remember that? - You moaned softly, kissing the exposed part of his neck, rubbing your cheek against the stubble under his helmet.- That was so long ago...

Mando gave you a soft slap on the rear that made you squeal.

- I never forget, mesh'la. Much less about you.

You softly moaned his name as your core rubbed against his strong muscular thigh.

- Kark...- Mando groaned, sinking his hands on the meat of your thighs as he hid his head on your neck- I love it when you moan my name...- he groaned and your smirked.

- Then I'll keep doing it over and over again, all night long- And with the warning squeeze he gave your thighs and a gutural growl, the mandalorian switched your positions.

And true to your word, you did scream his name for hours on end.

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