#AND THE HAIR CAN MOVE. THAT HELD ME BACK FOR 2 HOURS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX IT

[sealrock]

paris' canon hair is now a reality.

[mariespen]

Apology ༊*·˚

Protective!Rafe x Fem!Reader ༊*· Summary: “Don’t need people seein’ what’s mine, a’ight?” Warnings: mild sexual implications

based on this request!

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You tapped around Tannyhill in your perfect little pink heels, trying to fix your hair before your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, decided that it was too far past the time to leave. He had offered to take you shopping today as a half apology for being home at 2am last night on ‘private business.’ You’re sure that you would get the other half of the apology tonight.

“Princess..” Rafe called, warning you of his incoming annoyance.

Admittedly, you were pushing it by delaying the trip by about 2 hours in the first place. You quickly put on a thin layer of tinted lipstick and covered it with a thicker layer of gloss. Looking in the mirror and making sure your hair was even across your shoulders, you finally gave in and decided to make your way downstairs.

Rafe made you feel like you were meeting him for prom whenever you walked down the arching staircase. He looked at you with his eyes wide, a proud smile on his face.

“Gorgeous as always.” He said with a smile, spinning you around and grinning when you giggled at the small gesture.

You planted a soft kiss to his neck, pulling back and realizing that you had left a mark from your glossy lips. Your eyes widened while you tried to stifle any laughter that could slip.

“Hm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a love-coated look of confusion.

“Sorry, Rafe..” You moved your hand to start to wipe the faint and glossy red lip stain from his neck.

Your actions clicked in his head and he grinned down at you, pulling your hand away and shrugging casually.

“S’okay.” He said, proudly wearing your lips on his neck and brushing hair from your face before walking away to grab his keys, leaving you with blush erupting across your cheeks.

The small, pink purse that held your most important shopping necessities (lip gloss, mascara, and your pink digital camera) was strung up on his shoulder. Rafe gestured for you to walk out of the door next to him, waiting patiently as you smiled and bit your lip.

“What’s all that for?” He asked with a cocky smile, watching your ass sway with you as you walked out of the door.

“Nothin’..” You said with a giggle, holding his hand as the two of you walked to the car. 

Taking you shopping at expensive designer stores was something that Rafe had always taken pride in doing. His Prada sunglasses sat perched on his nose while he had your arm linked with his, keeping you close to him. Rafe was never good at telling you how much you meant to him, so he figured he would try and show you by buying everything you could ever want. After all, his most prized possession was practically skipping next to him, giving him a smile that melted his entire heart.

Rafe was never bored, trying his best to take mental notes of everything that you touched with any interest at all. Watching his girl thrive with happiness because of the small things that he was doing for you made him smile right along with you.

Every time that you would buy something, you instantly started to carry it in the oversized bags. You still weren’t fully used to this luxurious treatment, even after two years, so through muscle memory you always held your own bags. “Here baby, let me.” Rafe would insist every time without missing a beat.

At the end of your trip, his arms were filled to the brim with different bags from every different shop that you strolled into.

“I can take some, Rafe.” You said with a giddy smile, feeling guilty that your only baggage was the pink purse that you had insisted on carrying yourself.

It took you by surprise when he glared at you, almost as a warning. You were confused, not realizing how much he was against you doing the things that he wanted to do for you. Putting everything in the back of his sports car, you helped yourself into the passenger seat and waited patiently as he got into the driver’s seat. Without any hesitation, his hand was resting on your thigh the moment he got in.

“Thank you, Rafe.” You said with a smile, kissing him and letting him deepen it, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as your head went to the hazy place it always did when he kissed you like that.

The drive home was always his favorite part, your excited and rushed voice as you tried to tell him about everything you had gotten all at once. He let out a breathy chuckle as you stuttered over your words, smiling bigger when you laughed with him. 

Back at Tannyhill, Rafe had pulled in all of the bags and lined them up in the corner of your shared room. Out of excitement, you started to film a quick haul of your favorite items for your friends. Leaning the camera on a windowsill and preparing everything was easy enough, but being able to actually film anything was the bigger obstacle.

Rafe stood to the side, moving into the frame whenever you turned around or even to the side with the intention to block out your ass. 

“Rafe!” You whined, a pout showing across your face.

He raised his eyebrows at you, cocking his head in a look of warning.

When you finally cut the video and watched the whole thing back, you realized it was no good in the first place. Most of the video was Rafe’s leg blocking any view that the camera could have of absolutely anything. You let out an angry sigh as he watched over your shoulder.

“M’sorry baby..” He said, trying to hide his smug smile as he hugged you from behind and breathed in the Chanel perfume on your neck, “Don’t need people seein’ what’s mine, a’ight?”

You rolled your eyes but it was hard to be mad at him when you already felt his lips on your shoulder. 

“I forgive you..” You said, pretending to be annoyed as he flipped you around gently and kissed you again, this time on the lips.

“No baby.. let me show you how sorry I really am.” Rafe said with a smile, deepening the kiss and letting his hand run down from your back to your ass.

You let Rafe take control, knowing that the second part of your apology was playing out perfectly.

(lmk if anyone wants a pt 2!)

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[latay7]

hiihii!! could you write either lance/orter/carpaccio/rayne getting slightly jealous because the reader looks like they were bering courted by a guy, but turns out they were asking that guy for advice to help the reader to confess to character,,,thankyou:3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚WHY HELLO HELLOOO!!*ੈ✩‧₊˚

First of all thank you so much for your ask ><♡♡ and i will try my best since this is my first fanfic/headcannon , so i hope you like it ✨️(and i hope i wrote what u wanted bcz i can get a bit dumb)

A misunderstanding..?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Char : Lance crown , Orter Madl x fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥genre : fluff

Note : reader appearence , prefrence , dorm , is up to ur imagination (wanted to be inclusive TvT) and god is this too long and it took me a while

Note 2 : im sorry this turned out to be bad , it's late at night and idk wtf am i , (english is not my first language btw)

☆ Lance crown

You were an ordinary student at Easton Academy , you had your friends and lived your life , diffrent classes and sessions here and there and tried your best !

Although Easton's Curriculum makes every student busy with a full schedule , you're thankful that you get the time to hang out with your friends...Adler's most famous idiots students!! They were all so nice and fun so you had a lovely time with them.

You enjoy their company to the point where you squeeze your schedule to be with them which had a certain outcome....you developed a big small crush on the blue haired one and only , Lance crown!!(lance stroll lol)

You found his dedication and hard work for the sake of his sister Anna adorable , his love for her might go too much sometimes but- it doesn't matter , it proved how much of a sweetheart he is , which made you live him even more.

And now...you found yourself in a dilemma , how are you gonna confess your feelings to him?? THE Lance crown , who never looks like he seeks love..

You excused yourself with Finn to talk privately

Since he's technically the sanest in the group....

So , here we are in this moment.

You were with Finn outside his dorm behind a close corner ,and Lance noticed your dissappearence for a while so decided to check up on you.

"You see Finn , i've had this thing for a long time now , and it's just unexplainable.."

"Don't worry (Y/N) , I understand , but how can i help you out"

At this moment , you could feel your face heating up a bit , it's natural after all you're talking about a CRUSH.

"So i just wanted to get some advice from you since you guys meet a lot more than i do with him , how should i tell him a-and what if he doesn't like me back ,i mean he doesn't really show any interest in me-" at this point you started to ramble , and to calm you down , Finn held your hands in his as he tries to convince you that it's gonna be alright. Meanwhile...

Lance was watching , but he didn't hear anything...so he just saw how you acted but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

'Was i too late..?' He can't shake off the stinging feeling in his chest , he was hurt , yet somehow mad or even perhaps...jealous?

After a while

It was after hours so you rushed back to your room after saying goodbye to your friends. And while you try to sneak your way through Easton's halls you see a figure you know , it was....Lance?? What was he doing here?

"Lance...? Why are here?"

"Oh there you are..you see...i wanted to talk.." this was concerning

"Oh...really ?..me too"

"I...."

The next words were DEFENTLY unexpected for you , i mean , sure he was nice towards you but you didn't want to be delusional so this was a shock....

But of course , with the shock comes the joy.

"...and i don't want to make things awkward because i knew you and F- why are smiling like that..."

A sigh leaves your mouth with a slight chuckle....apparently he was an idiot as well , so you decided to take a brave move.

"What are you-"

*kiss*

His shocked flustered expression is to DIE for.

"Just a misunderstanding ehe...." you smile.

☆Orter ( at this point tf am i doing)

As a devine visionary yourself , you have many responsobilites and missions to take , paperwork to do , and meetings to attend.

Thus , after your were finally chosen as the devine visionary yourself because of your hard work , you had to meet up with the other visionaries and work under them , including Orter Madl.

You've tried your best to leave a good impression on them because you were quite nervous , obviously.

You could say you were able to get close to some of the visionaries by being attentive and a fast learner , you were trying your best !

Seemingly except....Orter.

Despite your big efforts in helping him in paperwork , doing good on most of the missions you were went on , being so nice and respectful to him , he seemed like he didn't care , he declined everything.

And it DEFENETLY didn't help with the crush you developed on him. You found him elegant , hardworking , and most defently handsome (im screaming in the bus rn dude) despite him being emotionally constipated. (wtf am i saying)

So you decided to ask for help.

Here you are , in Ryoh Grantz' office , asking him what you should do considering he is married and all.

"Im sorry if this meeting is a nuisance Mr Ryoh but you were the only one i could ask for help.." a drop of sweat as you speak sheepishly.

" oh don't worry about it , you've been helping me out a lot recently so it's only fair if i return the favour , and besides , it is a good opportunity to .....distress" he says in a cheerful tone , he liked you , otherwise you wouldn't have been drinking tea in his office " and just Ryoh is fine ,now tell me , what's wrong?"

You tell him your issue as your embarrasment grows even further , i mean , that's not just ANY matter to speak about , However , you manage to go through the entire thing.

He hums in understanding "i see i see , well i have to agree with you on his emotional constipation , he doesn't even show his brother any emotions either"

Your chest starts to feel heavier as you sweat comically , "but don't worry about it , i mean , if i was to be really honest with you and if we talk in terms of emotions...."

Righ then and there , a certain someone was passing by as he heard only a part of the conversation , he got curious but he couldn't make out...everything...

Only a few words....

Emotions , confessing , feelingsa and...Kaldo??!

What in the.....he knew Ryoh was married and....does that mean he's helping you confess to Kaldo ??

Orter Madl , despite his stoic face and cold ruthless demeanor , had a soft spot for you , he felt somthing for you , he tried to show it by being less mean to you compared to others, and taking some paperwork of yours to finish himself , as well as doing what he can so you take the easiest missions , but it seems like it wasn't that obvious...

He knew you and Kaldo were on good terms but to the point where his thoughts led to thinking...you ? And-

No , he refused to believe it.

"So yes , Kaldo could be someone good to ask since these two are quite together at a lot of times-"

Knock knock , Orter entered the office in the middle of your talk.

"O-oh hi-"

"If you'll excuse me Ryoh , i need to talk to (Y/N)" And Ryoh accepts nevously -because his appearence was very unexpected- and lets you leave.

You and Orter are now walking through the hall of the building because you're following him to god knows where. Until you reach a private area where you two could talk.

"You didn't tell me why are we-"

"What do you have of feelings for Kaldo?"

"Huh"...was the only word that came out of your mouth , Dumbfounded was the least you could think of to describe yourself right now.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me , now answer me , what are the feelings you have for him"

"Wait a min-"

Realization never hit you this hard , so you started laughing as he watches confused , why are you laughing.

"Ok here's the whole thing mister eavsdropper..."

.

.

That ended well , for both parties , Ryoh bless your soul.

[skzdust]

Room 514

Part 3

Sorry this part took so long! I finally had a ton of time to write this morning and I'm getting a lot done! I hope you guys all enjoy it!

Summary: You’re moving into a new suite halfway through your sophomore year at Stay University, populated by three guys: Jisung, Changbin, and Bang Chan. You meet their friends and quickly become a part of their group, but you find yourself wanting more with Jisung…

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Includes: sleepy reader, sleepy Jisung, shirtless Jisung, shopping, Jisung being a gentleman

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

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You blinked your eyes open as a beam of sunlight fell over your face.

Apparently, you’d fallen asleep in the living room. You didn’t remember putting a pillow next to Jisung and curling up with your head against it, nor did you remember Jisung going to get another blanket, but he must have at some point. You were still under the fluffy throw he’d brought out when you’d first started The Immortal and the Restless, and you could see a blue quilt out of the corner of your eye.

You carefully sat up, trying not to disturb Jisung. He was in the same fetal position you’d woken up in, with his head on top of the pillow instead of against it. His quilt was draped over him, and you could see the corner of the fabric scrunched in one of his hands. The morning light made his hair seem to glitter as the air from the ceiling vent gently played with it, and his face was serene and unguarded.

He rubbed one of his eyes as you stood up from the couch. You held your breath as he stretched. The blanket slid off his side as he unfolded his legs, and your eyes widened as his back arched.

He opened his eyes with a sleepy smile, and you made your expression as normal as possible.

He scrunched up his nose. “What’s wrong? You’re making a weird face.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m making a normal face.”

“Mhm.” He smiled again, closing his eyes and letting his head fall sideways onto the pillow. “Normal face.” He ran one of his hands through his hair.

You fought the urge to also run a hand through his hair. “How many episodes in did we get last night?”

He shrugged, eyes still shut. “Dunno. I think I turned it off after three, but they’re each an hour long and I was mostly asleep by the third one.”

“Yeah.” You yawned. “I only really remember the first half of the second one.”

“It’s okay. We can rewatch. No rush.”

“I liked what I remember.”

His smile grew a little bigger. “Good, glad to hear that. It’s one of my favorites.”

You looked at him for a moment longer. His eyes were still closed, and he looked so relaxed, more relaxed than you’d ever seen him.

He opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and your cheeks reddened.

“Staring? I know, I know, I’m gorgeous, you just can’t take your eyes off me.”

“That’s not it, I… you’re… ugh.”

He laughed softly. “Just kidding.” He stretched again and sat up. “I am gonna take a shower, though. Maybe we could do something after, if you don’t have calculus to do?”

You did your best not to imagine Jisung in the shower and waved a hand, dismissing both your thoughts and Jisung’s concern. “Calculus isn’t due until Tuesday. It’s Sunday. Plenty of time.”

“Okay, well, I’ll meet you out here in a few minutes and we’ll figure out somewhere to go.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

You went back to your room and sat on your bed, staring forward.

Did that really just happen?

You got changed and did your morning hygiene, changing your outfit a couple of times before deeming it good enough. You went back out to the living room and sat down on the couch, scrolling on your phone for a minute.

A staticky noise stopped, and you realized Jisung was still in the bathroom. He must’ve just turned off the shower.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened.

Jisung’s hair was wet, wearing a towel draped around his remarkably hot waist and… nothing else.

You looked down, hoping he wouldn’t notice you.

“I’ll be ready in a minute.” Jisung smiled at you as you looked at him.

You focused on keeping your eyes on his face and not his body, smiling back. “Cool.”

As Jisung disappeared into his room, you took a deep breath.

His body is perfect, too. That’s really not fair.

He walked out a minute later in a jeans and a green hoodie layered under a leather jacket. “Anything you’d like to do?”

You shrugged. “Nothing’s coming to mind except shopping, but I’m kinda broke right now, so I dunno about that.”

“We can try stuff on, though!” Jisung tossed his car keys from one hand to the other. “Come on, I’ll drive us to the mall.”

“Okay, I can try stuff on.”

Jisung beamed. “Perfect.”

The mall wasn’t particularly close, but it was a pleasant drive. You chatted the whole way, and Jisung was a good driver, unlike many of your friends—your old friends, you reminded yourself. Strangely, thinking of them didn’t hurt when you were with Jisung.

You parked and got out of the car, Jisung running around the front and opening your door for you.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” His smile was like sunshine as he shut the door behind you and locked the car.

You walked into the mall, and he took your hand, guiding you towards a store with a few cute tops in the window. “Ooh, these are cool!”

You walked in and found one of the tops in your size, a light green bustier with ruching across the front and cap sleeves. “Isn’t this one cute?”

“Very cute.” Jisung agreed. “You should try it on!” “I think I will.” You nodded and walked off in search of a dressing room.

You put on the top, struggling with it a bit before realizing there was a side zipper. It looked great on you, fitting like a glove.

You pulled back the curtain and walked out. “Jisung?”

“Here!”

You walked out to the sitting area outside the dressing rooms, doing a little twirl for him.

He smiled, watching you. “Beautiful, you look… amazing.”

“Aw, thank you.” You did a little curtsey, immediately realizing it made no sense since you weren’t wearing a skirt and the top wasn’t that fancy. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Jisung laughed. “It was cute. How much is the top?”

You tried not to think too hard about Jisung calling you cute and looked at the price tag, doing a double take. “Wow, 85 dollars.”

“Damn.” Jisung’s lips twisted. “It looks good, though. Do you want me to get it for you?”

“No, I couldn’t let you do that.” You waved off his offer. “I’d feel bad.”

“I want to, though!”

“I’d feel guilty, though!” You mirrored his language.

Jisung sighed. “Go change back, and we can keep looking, there was this sweater vest with an apple on the front that I really liked.”

“Why don’t you try it on? You’d probably eat it up.”

“I would.” Jisung preened. “Maybe I will.”

You walked back into the dressing room and put your T-shirt back on, carefully adjusting the top on its hanger and walking back out to Jisung. You hung it up on the return rack. “Where’s the sweater vest?”

“Over here.” He stood up, and you followed him to the sweater vests.

“It’s cropped! Cute.” You took it off the rack, feeling the material between your fingers. “Oh, it’s soft, too.”

“Perfect.” Jisung pulled out the vest in his size, and you went back to the dressing rooms. He pranced out a moment later with the sweater vest on.

The crop exposed the bottom part of his abs, and his arms were muscular. The combination of the light green of the trim, the red of the apple, and the cream background looked great on him.

You were reminded of earlier in the morning, when you’d seen him shirtless, and you could feel yourself go red.

“It looks great!”

“Everything okay? You look a little flushed.” Jisung looked concerned.

“Yeah.” You laughed. “All good, just a bit hot.”

“Yeah, it is warm in here.” Jisung nodded, and you exhaled, a little bit relieved. “But you like it?”

“I love it.” You said sincerely.

“Maybe I’ll get it.” He pulled at the hem. “It’s a little tight, but I want it a little tight. I like to wear either oversized stuff or tight stuff. No in between.”

“It’s a good style on you.” Both of those options are really hot.

“Okay, I’m gonna change out of this, if you want to look around a little more, I’ll find you.”

You stood up. “Okay, perfect.”

You walked over to one of the racks, looking at a pink satin top with a large bow across the front. It was cute, not quite your style, but very cute. You walked through the store, but nothing else caught your eye the way the green top had.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you whirled you around, startled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Jisung smiled, holding out a bag.

“Hm?”

“Look inside.”

You did so. Inside was your green top, a receipt stuffed on top of it.

You looked back up at him. “You did not.”

He gave you a mischievous smile. “I did.”

“Jisung! I told you it’d make me feel guilty!”

“Don’t feel guilty! I did it because I wanted to! It looks like it was made for you.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, taking the bag. “Thank you. I’ll wear it, I promise.”

“You definitely need to. I also got that sweater vest, which has green trim, so we can kinda match!”

“Perfect!”

“Perfect.” Jisung beamed.

[georgeclarkewifey]

Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 2 - A New Home

Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: Noa reaches her destination, and gets reunited with bestie number 2

Warnings: swearing, very mild angst / reference to it

“Noa, oi, wake up.” Chris whispered, gently shaking her shoulder, causing Noa to jerk awake.

“Huh? What happened?” She asked blearily, trying to get a grasp of her surroundings as her eyes adjusted. “Shit, did I fall asleep? I’m so sorry Chris, that can’t have been fun for you.”

Looking round, Noa realised that they were in the parking garage underneath their apartment building. The bright white lights were harsh upon her eyes as she glanced round, squinting to get a better view.

“Noa, you were exhausted, I really don’t mind. C’mon, we’re here and I’ve already picked up your keys, so we can get you moved in.” Chris replied, popping the boot to start unloading boxes.

“Have I ever told you that you’re a godsend Dixie?” Noa asked, climbing out of the car to stretch. “God that felt good.”

“Yeah you might have mentioned it and imagine what sleeping on a nice mattress will be like tonight.”

“Just need to source one first.” Noa shrugged, taking a couple more boxes out of Chris’ car and setting them down on the ground.

“Wait. You do have furniture, right Noa?” Chris asked, slowly turning on his heel, to look at his friend incredulously. “Noa, I swear to god-“

“I’ve got an air mattress for tonight, and then I’m going to ikea tomorrow to break my bank account.” She shrugged, putting her backpack on nonchalantly.

“I honestly can’t believe you.”

Noa chuckled, patting Chris on the shoulder. “I would have thought that after 24 years you would have gotten used to me by now.”

Chris rolled his eyes and pulled her into a hug. “You still somehow manage to surprise everyday. And hey, it’s nice to have you less than two minutes away from us again, instead eight hours away in the car.”

Noa nodded gently, letting her head rest on Chris’ shoulder. “Yeah, it’s good to have you guys back again.”

“Are you two having a cute moment without me?” A voice from across the garage called.

“ARTIE!” Noa exclaimed, detaching herself from Chris to break into a light jog, so that she could launch herself at the figure of one Arthur TV. He laughed, wrapping his arms around her as the pair swayed side to side.

“Good to see you Murph.” He sighed, ruffling her hair kindly. They pulled away from each other and grinned, basking in their presence.

Noa sniffed, her eyes welling up. “It’s been too long Arthur, too fucking long.” She said, her voice choked with emotion.

Arthur nodded, taking a deep breath as he too started to become emotional. “You’re back, and that’s all that matters.”

Biting her lip, Noa wiped her eyes and held out an arm, so Chris could join in on their group hug. “The Jersey bitches are back together again.”

“We never were and never will be called that.” Chris muttered, as Noa gently whacked the back of his head.

“Just you wait, it’ll catch on.” She said, grinning. “God I can’t actually actually believe we’re all together again.”

“Agreed. And Noa you don’t know this, but Chris and I are kidnapping you now that you’re here.”

Chris nodded. “It’s true. You’re not leaving our sights again.”

Chuckling, Noa lovingly ruffled both of the boys’ hair. “So if I were to theoretically tell you that I wanted to do a PhD in Yale-“

“Nope not happening, never.” Arthur said quickly, bending down so that he could throw Noa over his shoulder, which she wasn’t too pleased about.

“TELEVISION! PUT ME DOWN!”

“No,” he said happily, “this is a kidnapping.”

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Noa collapsed onto her freshly blown up air mattress, sighing contentedly. Even though most of her apartment was barren of furniture, decorations and overall character, there was a small glow of hope in her chest.

The place had potential. But what was even better than that was the fact that she had Chris and Arthur two floors below her, accompanied by their two other roommates whom she had yet to meet.

“You sure you don’t want help unpacking?” Arthur asked, setting the boxes marked ‘Kitchen’ on the small dining room table.

“Yeah, I’ll do it sometime tomorrow after the ikea trip.” She said, struggling to keep her eyes open on her mattress. Chris, noticing this nudged Arthur and gestured to the door with his head.

“You want to go around 11 tomorrow?”

“Sounds great guys, and thank you for all your help, really, thanks.” Noa said, standing up to give both of them another warm hug.

“Always Murph, we’re here for you.” Arthur replied, beaming.

“Now go get some sleep yeah? You look in desperate need of it.”

“Aye aye captain.” Noa said, saluting the two of them. “See you tomorrow guys.”

Chris and Arthur waved goodbye and headed towards the elevator, the pair stood in silence, however they could tell what the other was thinking.

“It really is good to have her back.” Arthur said happily, as the elevator arrived.

“And she’s acting like her old self again.” Chris agreed.”

“I think she’s gonna be really happy here.”

Back in their flat, George and Arthur Hill were mid argument.

“Yeah but can she really be that good of a friend if she fucked off to Scotland for four years?” George retorted, as a tired Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose whilst trying not to burn his toast.

“Yes, yes she can.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I trust Arthur and Chris’ character judgement, and from what they’ve told me it sounds as if she had stuff going on.” He replied shrugged.

George however, wasn’t convinced. “Surely if you’re a good friend you’d keep in contact? I mean, how hard is a text now and again? It’s not as if Chris and Arthur were shockingly busy. And having stuff can’t always be an excuse, surely she’d want to talk to them if they’re some of her closest friends.” He ranted from the sofa.

“George! For the last time, I don’t know the whole story, neither do you, so stop speculating.” Arthur said frustratedly. “I would have hoped that you could see how happy those two are that she’s close by now, and used the brain that I believe you have in there to know that she’s not the spawn of Satan.”

George, sensing he has lost this one held his arms up in defeat. “Fine, fine. But I’m not changing my tune until I meet her myself.”

“Yes, fine whatev-“ Arthur cut himself off at the sound of the front door opening. “Be nice.” He hissed at George, trying to re-enforce his ‘no nonsense’ message by pointing his knife at George, but he wasn’t taken wholly seriously due to the copious amounts of Nutella on the end.

“Be nice.” George mimicked, screwing his face up at Arthur as he rolled his eyes.

“Hiya!” Arthur called as he emerged round the corner with Chris in tow.

“Noa not with you?” Arthur (Hill) asked, causing George’s head to snap up.

“Nah, she’s exhausted, but you’ll get to meet her when we go to ikea!”

“How can she be tired after an hour and a half drive?” George asked, a skeptical undertone in his voice that earned him a glare from Hill.

“She only got four hours of sleep last night, and I’m guessing she was crashing from all the Monsters she had.” Chris answered, throwing himself on the sofa and picking up one of the PS5 controllers.

“Sounds as if she enjoys a healthy diet.” George snarked.

“Oh shut up George - he’s been like this all day Chris.” Arthur complained, moving to join Chris on the sofa.

“Are you not gonna use a plate?”

“No…why?”

“Because you’ll get crumbs and Nutella on the sofa dingbat.”

“How did you guys even meet Noa in the first place? Like, I get you all lived in Jersey and went to the same school, but she’s like four years younger than both of you.” George asked, taking a seat across from Chris.

“We were neighbours,” Chris replied, loading up a game of FIFA. “And her and Arthur’s parents are good friends, so yeah that’s all there is to it really.”

“All it took was one summer barbecue when we were kids, then we were practically inseparable.”

“Yeah, she’s like our little sister.”

“That’s cute and all, but right now I’d like to focus on beating Christopher’s arse at FIFA now.” George sighed, picking up the controller.

Arthur TV, confused at the comment glanced over at his fellow Arthur, who just shrugged, but then waved his phone in the air.

The two Arthurs nodded at each other, content at the conclusion they had come too, however uncertain at what it would lead to.

[issdisgrace]

IT'S KINDA A LONG STORY

WARNINGS: None

A/N: This takes place in 2017, character is 28.

“You know you’ve been with us for 6 months and I don’t think you proper told us about how you started hunting.” Sam says, closing his computer. 

“Well, my grandpa was a hunter, so my father became a hunter. Then I decided to continue the family tradition and become a hunter.”

“Cool. How was your childhood? Mine and Sammy’s were fucked, to say the least? Went long periods in hotels. I had to steal food and a bunch of other shit.” Dean says.

“It was a mixed bag. It’s kinda a long story.” I say, sitting up on the bed. 

“We have time.” Sam says.

“Alright, strap in, I guess. As you guys know, I was born in ‘89. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 16 and.

"Had me a month after she turned 17 on my dad’s 17th birthday. My mom came from a very religious family, like super religious, and her getting pregnant with me got her kicked out. My grandma and grandpa let my mom move in. From what I heard, those months were good. My dad was working while trying to finish school while my mom dropped out of school. Mom helped grandma and grandpa with the stuff around the house. When my mom was 8 months and on some odd days with me, she went into labor. She was rushed to the hospital in the town over and had me around 11:45 pm. There were a couple of problems with me since I was premature, but the doctor got everything under control and after a week, I was able to go home. 

Anyway, when I was 2, my mom and dad got married. My first memory was Christmas ‘94. I remember opening a fairy princess set. It was nice at the time, but looking back now, it was very cheaply made. But fast forward to my 8th birthday, 97. I remember we had dinner and my father unwrapped his presents first, being older than I got to open mine. I had got nothing but dresses. I remember I broke out crying then when my mom and dad tried to comfort me I yelled that I didn’t want to be a girl, then ran upstairs and hid in my room. A couple of minutes later, my dad came up and entered my room. He just sat on the bed and talked to me while I was hide telling me that there wasn’t nothing wrong with wanting to be a boy and if I wanted to I could. I crawled out from underneath my bed and sat with him. He held me as I cried and we talked. It started with, is this how you really feel? How long have you been feeling this way? Would it make me happier to be a boy? I told him, It was about 6 when I realized didn’t want to be a girl, that I hated the long hair and dresses, and didn’t like my given name. We talked until it was time for me to go to bed. My dad tucked me in and stayed with me until I feel asleep. I must have been asleep no longer than a half an hour when I was woken up by yelling from downstairs. I could hear my mom yelling at my dad, saying I can’t just be a boy and that it’s just a phase. I remember hearing my dad tell her, so what if it is I have to figure out who I am and who I want to be? I just layed their crying while listening to the yelling and ended up crying myself asleep. 

The next day, things were tense, to say the least that I can remember. My grandma and grandpa talked to me after the very tense breakfast and asked if I wanted to go by something else. At that time, I didn’t know. They suggest names, even pulled out baby name books, and we looked through them. But I didn’t find a name that I liked so they were suggesting different names off the top of their head and I decide on Y/n after my mom’s brother, my uncle who is most definitely the funnest coolest person I have ever known. I remember the first time he came to visit after I came out and by then I had gotten my hair cut and a new wardrobe. I had told him that I was a boy and that my new name was Y/n. He was super chill about the absolute opposite of my mother, despite coming from the same background. And their one out he called me his mini me.

So fast forward to 99 I’m 10. My mom decide to get me nail polish and make up for my birthday. I was first upset, but that black nail polish called me and I painted them. They looked pretty good, and it made me feel masculine. After I was done with my nails and they were tried and I went downstairs to show my grandma and grandpa. They were in the living room and so was my mom. I show them and my mother butted in by asking if I was finally done with this phase and finally being a girl. I was so upset. I just ran out of the house. I ran into the woods and climbed a top of tree. I was close enough to the house that I could hear my grandparents and mother getting into a screaming match. They yelled at her for 30 minutes, then they came out to find me, but I stayed silent while I cried and they didn’t find me. They looked for another half an hour for me before my father came home from his hunt he left on a couple day prior. They rushed to meet him in the driveway and they told my father what had happened. 

And then there comes my mom came out of the house to yell about the whole thing again, saying that she wasn’t going to feed into the delusion and that I needed to start acting like a girl. Shit escalated and my dad yelled that he wanted a divorce and to get the fuck out of the house by morning. Then when things died down, my dad came and found me and I climbed down from the tree and he tried to comfort me. But i just kept crying and eventually I tired myself out and fell asleep. He carried me in and I woke up in my bed the next morning hearing loud crying coming from my mom. She tried to guilt trip and have my dad take her back. But it failed and eventually my uncle arrived and got my mom and her stuff and then she wasn’t in my life. Which in all this my uncle stood beside us, but he did help my mom because of the whole family thing. Anyway, my mom wasn’t completely out of my life. She would leave letters in the mailbox condemning me every couple of weeks.

So then fast forward to when I was 14. I was home alone. When I heard a car pull up. I went downstairs and opened the door and here comes my mom and her boyfriend. I knew something was wrong and quickly closed and locked the door. They started banging on the door and my mom was yelling how she could fix and that I didn’t have to pretend anymore. I called the police and hid in my closet. Listening to the banging. After a couple minutes, I hear two cruisers pull, then a commotion. Then eventually the commotion was over and I heard my name called out by the cop saying it was safe. I realized it was my friends Chris’ dad, John.

I got out of hiding and went downstair and the front door was totaled. It was on the verge of breaking. So I go outside they got my mom and her boyfriend in separate cruiser. John and the other officer, Charlie, made sure I was ok. They got another cop to come out and take my mom from John’s cruiser so John could stay with me. He did, and eventually my dad and grandparents showed up. We pressed charges, they both ended up getting 4 years. And that is the last thing I know about the whereabout of my mom. After that whole situation, my dad and grandpa taught me self defiance, which turned into teaching me how to hunt. 

Then when I was about 18, my grandparents go into a pile up caused by a drunk driver and died. It was really tough around then and I threw myself into my shitty waiter job at the local diner. Made decent money and got good tips. With the saved money, I got myself a car with my dad’s help and started traveling, doing hunts. Stayed in contact with dad through this time and still do. He ended up getting close to John after his wife divorced him and they fell for each other. They got married last year, which I attended their wedding, then I took a break from hunting. Then a couple of months ago I started back up my. band, that’s when I met you guys and here we are.”

“Damn sorry about the whole transphobic mom and grandparents thing.” Sam says.

“Eh, I got over it.”

“Pretty hard stuff to get over,” Dean adds in.

“Yeah, I went to a lot of therapy to get myself to this point.”

“Glad it went well for you. Therapists can be tricky. Some help and some don’t.” Sam said.

“I got paired with a pretty good one. Anyway, don’t mean to switch topics, but how does food sound to you guys because all that talking got me hungry?”

“Yes, I love the way you think.” Dean says.

“There’s a diner just down the road we can go there.” Sam says.

“Sounds good to me.”

[ariundercovers]

Clean (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: You ask Din if you can clean his beskar for him. Fluffy thoughts ensue.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no gender descriptors used in this one!)

Word count: ~1k

Warnings: fluff, more fluff, marshmallows, and feely good feelings. Maybe 1/2 of a second of lite angst at the end.

a/n: this is a snippet of the beginning of a longer fic I’ve been working on that im too chicken poo to post yet. So, in the meantime, enjoy some brief din fluff.

When you step out of the refresher, reality comes back to you quickly as you struggle to towel yourself off in the cramped space. You’ve pulled on a pair of pants and a too-big shirt: muscles and sore skin aching for the comfort of some loungewear after such a long hunt. You exit to grab your comb from behind the door and watch as Din moves toward you to head into the fresher himself. Without thinking you stop him, hand placed gently on the dirtied beskar pauldron on his shoulder. He looks back at you, helmet tilted slightly, questioning.

You blink a few times before your brain catches up with your body. “Would you let me clean your armor for you while you’re in there?” You immediately realize how forward that sounds and you backtrack quickly. “If that's a Creed no-go, it’s okay, but I figured I would at least offer. Then you don’t have to sulk down here by yourself for an additional half-hour on top of everything else.”

His helmet stared back at you, unmoving. You imagine him blinking beneath it and immediately you scold yourself for allowing your mind to trail off that way.

His voice is low through the modulator when he finally responds.

“No, it’s… that would be okay.” You nod.

“Okay. I’ll head up to the cockpit for now and you can just leave everything outside the door. I’ll come down in a few.” His helmet nods downwards at you and you turn, heading up the ladder as you make your way to the co-pilot’s chair.

You lose yourself to your thoughts for a while, before you hear a change in the water falling in the refresher, indicating that your Mandalorian had finally stepped in. You slowly made your way back down the ladder and face the pile of dull armor carefully arranged in front of the door. The visor of his helmet looked back at you from where it sat, making your chest feel uneasy - like you were looking at Din’s beheaded remains. 

As the discomfort settled over you and eventually dissipated, you realized that you couldn’t even picture what your Mandalorian might look like beneath the helmet. Of course, he was human, but you had no sense for him. Was he young? Old? You caught glimpses of his tanned skin when you helped him swap out a particularly dirty cape, but they were fleeting enough moments that your eyes didn’t have the chance to linger. His persona was grumpy enough - you had to peg him as late 30s or 40s so - but again, you really had no way to definitively tell. What color was his hair? His eyes? Did he shave? So many questions were swirling around in your brain frantically, and it quickly started to feelk, like a betrayal to him in the way you reeled over what he looked like.

“Kriff, alright…” you spoke aloud to yourself, trying desperately to silence your thoughts and figure out how to mentally behave once more. You pick up his helmet and head over to the cargo hold where you kept various towels and cleaning supplies. Taking out the bottle of metal polish that you had seen Din walking around with previously along with a stack of old rags, you sat down and got to work. 

It didn’t go particularly quickly, but you liked the monotony of scrubbing down each part, drying it off, spreading on some of the polish, and then buffing it out. Quickly, the helmet you held in your hands was back to its beautiful inky silver luster and you felt a smile creep onto your cheeks. 

This was your Mandalorian. This shiny, beautiful, dazzling, sparkling hunk of metal staring back at you from your lap. You stood, holding the helmet timidly in your hands, turning it over a few times to admire its craftsmanship. You’ve never paid attention to it this close, and you make note of the lack of any kind of scratch or dent in the perfectly chromed beskar. It was amazing, really, considering all he had been through since you started traveling with him, let alone since he put on the helmet.

You walk back over to the pile and place the helmet down carefully, picking up two more pieces of armor and repeating the process. You clean them, polish them, and then turn them over and over in your hands, casually appreciating the power of each piece, reveling in the knowledge that these hunks of shiny metal had saved the life of your Mandalorian time and time again. 

After switching out clean for dirty a few more times, you step back and take a look at the full pile of newly polished beskar in front of you. It really is a beautiful material, you note to yourself, keeping a close eye on the way it reflects the dim interiors of the Razor Crest back at you. You hear the water stream shut off from behind the refresher door and instinctively call out to him.

“Din?” You’re not sure what you’re waiting for, realizing that you just tried to make verbal contact with him, sans helmet. That had to be against the Creed, right? “I, uh… finished everything. It’s just outside the door, with a clean flight suit. I’m gonna head up to the cockpit now.” You turn, scuttling towards the ladder as quickly as possible, embarrassed at yourself for not thinking before speaking. 

You should’ve just left it and gone - he would’ve known that you’d shuffle your way out of the space as soon as possible after you were finished. 

Idiot, you think to yourself.

As you’re planting your right foot on the first rung of the ladder and tensing your muscles to hoist you up to the next, you hear a distinctly un-modulated baritone voice respond from behind the door and it steals the very breath from your lungs. 

“Thank you.”

[dearestro]

hii, I'm sorry I wasn't very clear in my request, 😅 but I had in mind a story that would be similar to the one in the episode if possible. Anyway, sorry for my lack of precision

Thanks love!

Oh Baby!

Author's Note: Thanks for clarifying! This is incredibly long, so I'm going to post it in parts and it'll be finished as soon as possible! I'll link each part to each post. Sorry it's taken so long!

Warnings: Mentions of childbirth, innuendos, and crude language. Sorry if I missed anything!

Disclaimer: I know nothing about childbirth, healthcare, diseases, etc. I read a case file on the internet about the disease I wrote about. Almost everything I wrote I got from the internet, so I apologize if I messed up.

Summary: Having a baby is hard enough as it is, having a baby when your husband's best friend is House? Even harder. Unfortunately, things are just getting started, and the worst has yet to come.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Coming Soon...

Your Pov

"Push! Push!" James shouted over my screams of pain. His arms were wrapped around my upper body, trying to help me sit up more. 

"You say push one more time, and I'll push you!" I threatened. I had been in labor for hours. I was exhausted, sweaty, and damn sure I was never doing this again.

"Right! Sorry sweetheart." He kissed the crown of my head and tried to soothe me. 

"I see a head!" The doctor shouted. I nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

"You're almost there, baby." James wiped my hair out of my face and cooed. "Then we have a literal baby." He smiled, but I could see the tears in his eyes. I tried to smile back, but it was interrupted by another sob of pain. "Just keep pushing. You got this. You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you." He kissed my forehead again, and I was filled with a new sense of energy. Let's get this over with.

I kept pushing and pushing until I thought I might pass out. And with one final big push...the room filled with screaming and crying! I fell backward onto the bed after sitting up most of the time. It was done. James hugged and kissed me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"It's a girl! Congratulations, Dr. and Mrs. Wilson." They handed her over to me so I could see. I smiled.

"She's perfect." I tried to hold back the cascade of tears but to no avail. James leaned in closer.

"Just like her mama." He kissed my temple. "My two beautiful girls." I laughed lightly. Finally, after all that work. It paid off! The nurse took her away to get cleaned up while the doctor finished everything that was happening down there. James and I just hugged each other. I swear I would've passed out had I not been so excited. 

We eventually got settled into a room, and I got cleaned up a bit. Our baby girl was resting in her crib. I was still on strict bed rest, so James had gone down to the cafeteria to get some better food. He insisted ‘his girls’ rest. I was lying in bed just watching her sleep peacefully when James came back.

“How are my girls?” He whispered so as not to wake the baby. I laughed lightly and motioned for him to come closer. He set down the food and moved the crib closer to the bed. I picked her up and cradled her closely while James sat behind me and looked over my shoulder. He held up a small stuffed bear so that she could see it.

“We’re ok. Aren’t we baby girl?” She yawned and attempted to stretch, although being swaddled hindered her movement. We had yet to figure out a name.

“You know we could just call her baby if we don’t find anything else.” I looked at James, his eyes fixed on our bundle of joy as he made the bear dance around her and caress her cheek. Clearly, he was too distracted to realize how awful an idea that was, but I just patted his cheek and remained silent. 

“She’s so perfect. I can’t think of a name that could do her justice.” I smiled at the small creature while James started to rub my back.

“I can.” I looked back to see his eyes sparkle and him smile at me. I raised a brow, silently asking what he had in mind. “Y/n.” I giggled and shook my head. Even when I had just been through what some might call a hellish experience, he could still make me feel special. 

“No way.” 

“Why not, I’m quite fond of the name.” He bit back a laugh.

“I’m quite attached to it as well, but there’s no way we’re naming our daughter after me!” I laughed back as he kissed my forehead. 

"Fine, we'll continue this discussion later. I brought you lunch." I smiled and gently put the baby back in her crib before resituating myself on the bed as James moved a table over and unpacked the food.

We sat on opposite ends of the bed eating and talking for a while. Just enjoying each other's company.

"You know I saw this thing. They recommend new dads take off their shirts-" James looked at me surprised, and I laughed. "Not like that, my love." He let out a small oh and motioned for me to continue as I giggled at his disappointment. "As I was saying. The new fathers take off their shirt and hold the baby so that they get that skin to skin contact that mothers naturally get. It helps them bond with the baby, supposedly. I know it seems a little silly but-"

"Yes!" I looked up, shocked at his outburst, and raised my eyebrow. "I mean, yes, as in, I'd love to do it." He quickly explained, his face a little flushed. I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Great. I only brought it up because I thought you might like the sweet experience." 

"Yes, of course!" He then paused, and a look of worry came over him. "She’s not gonna mistake my nipple for one of...yours...is she?" I laughed at the imagery of the hypothetical and shook my head.

"No, I'm sure your nipples will be fine, babe. I'll make sure she's been fed beforehand." He blushed thinking about his silly worry but relaxed when I said that.

It was the beginning of day three (our last day) in the hospital, and baby girl Wilson had still not been named. I was relaxed in bed while James cradled our baby in the rocking chair. He was currently trying out the bonding exercise, and the baby seemed to be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and humming. I know I said I would never do this again, but if this is the scene you're rewarded with? Maybe just one more time.

I continued to watch my little family rock back and forth, but the moment was soon interrupted when House came in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I rolled my eyes at his lack of pleasantries. James looked up a little shocked at the sudden noise, and frowned once he realized where or should I say who it came from.

"I'm spending time with my family. Something you might wanna try." He deadpanned, clearly already sick of his friend’s bullshit.

"Without a shirt? Look, I know you like to take on other people's 'burdens' because you have a savior complex, but it's pretty much physically impossible for you to breastfeed." He paused his rant. "Plus, it's weird. I mean, be a man! Am I right?" He looked to me as if he expected me to back him up, but I just gave him an unimpressed stare. James rolled his eyes.

"House, is there something you need? You know besides a better personality?" House turned to him and nodded.

"Yes." We waited for him to elaborate, but of course, he didn’t. 

"And am I supposed to read your mind?" James asked.

"No, but I was hoping you'd put a shirt on and follow me." James looked to me, and I nodded.

"You can go, babe. We'll be ok." He looked hesitant but eventually got up and handed the baby to me before buttoning up his shirt. 

"Ok, but if anything happens. And I mean anything. Call me, page me, tell a nurse, hell have Cuddy request me over the loud speaker-" I pushed my finger to his lips before he could worry anymore.

"I got this. Ok?" He nodded against my finger, and I smiled. "Good. Now have fun. I love you."

"I love you both, too." He leaned in to quickly kiss us both before being ushered out by an annoyed House. Once again, it was just me and the baby.

"And that, babygirl, would be your Uncle House." I sighed as I watched them walk down the hallway, James turning to look back at the room every so often. I smiled and looked down at our baby, caressing her little cheek with my finger. "Don't worry. He'll get used to you soon enough. And when that happens? I bet you two will be the best of friends." She yawned before nuzzling closer to me. What a wonderful life.

Wilson's Pov 

I didn't want to leave my girls, but knowing House, he wouldn't stop bothering us until he got what he wanted...so I followed him. We got to the end of the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“Where are we going? If you hadn’t noticed, I'm off duty!" I asked, getting more and more agitated. I want to be with my wife and our baby, but even then, House manages to pull me into one of his schemes.

“I’m saving you. You should be thanking me. I saw the look in that little monster’s eye. It was about to bite your nipple off.” He said as we entered the elevator while I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his comment.

“First off that ‘monster’ is my little girl. Secondly, she is not an ‘it’, and thirdly, we were bonding, something you might want to try with literally any living thing.” He only rolled his eyes. 

“Not likely.” 

“What are we even doing? Because if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to spend time with my family.” The elevator doors opened, and he turned to me.

“Fine, spend all the time you want with the little rugrat. After we have lunch.” He exited the elevator and started the trek to the cafeteria. I hurried to catch up with…for a cripple he was remarkably fast.

“And when you say ‘have lunch’ you mean I buy your lunch and you condemn my life choices?” He stopped and turned to me once again, holding out his cane so the end was at my chest.

“Yes, but also because after the scene I just walked in on, you desperately need testosterone.” He mocked before continuing the walk to the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and looked at my watch. I suppose I could spare a few minutes…unfortunately.

[writing-rat]

Self Discovery

Pairings: Val Ortiz and Riley Andersen (Inside Out 2)

Content: Panic Attacks, Riley does need a hug, fluff, platonic

Summary: Riley figures out she might like women and panics. She asks Val for help.

WC: 1265

Riley had only been in the school for a month and she was loving it. She was in the Firehawks team too, having apologised to the coach for how she acted, to all her friends and also to the Firehawks. It had been anxiety-inducing but it was needed. Luckily she was accepted with open arms, coach Roberts not guaranteeing her a spot still but that was ok with Riley. As the Firehawks said, there was always next year. 

She was currently in her bedroom as she was doing homework and doom scrolling on her phone, mostly seeing the Firehawks posting about their new players. Riley decided to take a look through the post as she was swiping, seeing a photo of her. It was taken when she was with Val on the first day, her shoulders being held by the girl and welcoming her to the school. Just at the sight of the photo (even if it was cropped to not show Val), she felt butterflies in her stomach. She proceeded to look through the rest of the photos, no one sticking out. Putting her phone down, Riley continued with her homework, chewing on her own log before she got a notification. It was a text from Val in the Firehawks friend group. ‘Well done on joining Minnesota. Hopefully, you don’t hog the puck this time’ was the message. It was all jokey at least.

‘From now on, I’ll only steal from you’ Riley sent back, chuckling a bit as she was forgetting about her maths homework. She went back to doom scrolling on Instagram before she saw a notification and smiled. It was Val, she had posted on her Instagram and Riley was quick to have a look at the photo. The photo consisted of Val in her room. She was wearing her hockey jersey and shorts and gear with the caption ‘Mom said wear my most expensive thing to dinner. what do you all think?’. Riley smiled, noticing how fast the butterflies were moving in her stomach. That was when it hit. 

She liked women. 

The thought hit her like a speeding truck, her eyes widening as she felt the anxiety ride up in her stomach. She thought about when she ran into the captain during the first day of hockey camp, she thought about when they talked together, she thought about when they partied together and also how they hung out after school every now and then. She felt the panic also clench her heart, the thought of how her parents could react negatively. She wasn’t naive, she knew how homophobic people could be, hell even in high school. She could feel her breath starting to go, her heart racing. She tried to calm down like she did during the scrimmage but it was a stronger one, she knew it. Especially with the idea that her parents could kick her out, the Firehawks could even be homophobic and kick her out. She knew it had to be a lie, but it still didn’t stop her from panicking. 

Grabbing her phone, she clicked Val’s contact, shakily typing. ‘hlp. fsnt breagge. come qick’ the message read. Val lived close to her, closer than her best friends. She was panicking more after sending it, scared to out her crush by accident. It hit her like a train and she threw her phone into a pile of clothes in the corner. Her phone soon vibrated constantly, no doubt Val trying to call her. Riley was at her desk, bent over as she could feel the tears slipping out her eyes, clawing at her neck. She was also messing with her hair, trying to take deep breaths but it was impossible. Anxiety had trapped her heart and lungs, letting nothing in to save her.

After what felt like hours which was in actuality 4 minutes (usually it took 10 minutes but seemed to have ran), Val was inside her room, seeing Riley. It was familiar from the scrimmage, Val knew. Slowly walking over, she spoke. “Riley. It’s me. I’m here, can you hear me?” she spoke gently, not wanting to be too loud or quiet. Riley, in response, whimpered. “Let’s move you over to the bed,” Val added just as gently, carefully helping the girl up and sitting her down, seeing her irregular breathing pattern. It was a feeling Val knew all too well. She felt the pressure the first year of the Firehawks and it ended up with her having a panic attack one time. Her teammates and parents helped her out though so she knew what to do next time. She was just glad Riley trusted her to help. 

“Breathe in and out with me, ok?” Val asked, crouched down as she made eye contact with the girl sitting on the bed. She was looking down, embarrassed about the situation, making the attack worse. Riley eventually nodded, and Val started to do the breathing exercise. Riley followed her lead. Val didn’t care how long it would take to fully calm her down, she just wanted to be there for her. She was protective over her after all. It took about 6 minutes before Riley could speak. 

“I’m sorry,” she immediately spoke, tears still coming out, her voice coming out rasp. 

“It’s ok. These attacks happen sometimes. I’ve had a fair share myself,” Val reassured, sitting next to her. She noticed his Riley stiffened so she moved a little further and saw her relax. 

“I’m sorry if you were busy… I was being stupid,” Riley apologised.

“No, you weren’t. It’s good to ask for help, I’m glad you did,” Val praised. Riley felt her heart flutter at that. “Can I ask what caused it?” Val asked, wondering if she could help the younger out a little more. 

“I just… got overwhelmed…” Riley spoke, scared to say. Val understood. 

“OK. Do you want me to stay and help you with your homework? We could watch a show after and also your parents want your order for a pizza,” Val spoke, trying to distract her. Riley nodded. 

“Cheese pizza only, and can you stay for the night?” Riley asked. 

“Of course I can. I’ll tell your parents now about your choice too,” Val replied, clapping on Riley’s shoulder gently and she got up. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” she added.

“No! You can sleep on my bed. It would be rude of me to not offer the bed,” Riley panicked. 

“If you’re sure,” Val confirmed. Riley nodded.

“Of course I am… girls cuddle all the time right?” Riley asked, immediately regretting the last bit.

“Exactly,” Val responded, doing finger guns before she left. Riley bit at her lip, thinking while Val was gone. Val would want to know if she was cuddling someone who liked girls… right?

When Val entered the room, Riley came out. “I think I like girls, and I understand if you don’t want to share the bed anymore. I can sleep on the floor,” Riley rushed to speak. Val meanwhile widened her eyes. 

“Woah woah woah, Minnesota. It’s ok if you like girls, it’s just a journey of self-discovery so you don’t have to rush it. Of course, I’m still happy sharing a bed. I like girls too, and only girls after all,” Val chuckled. “My friends don’t mind,” she added. Riley sighed in relief. “If you need help finding out if you actually like girls, ask me,” Val added. Riley nodded. 

She had someone she could trust she decided, and she was happy she did. Maybe this journey wouldn’t be as hard then…

[sweetlittleroses]

Paid Debt

Pairings:Fem!Aemond(Aemma)x older Lucerys

Warnings: Angst, fluff, jealousy, and smut

Summary: Aemma wanted Luke to pay his debt but it didn't go as planned

Author’s Note: Sorry for not being active in a while, just trying to get life in order. Aemma is still Alicent's daughter but didn't marry the king. Not comfortable with the idea of incest. Basically Rhaenyra and Alicent were best friends but now are enemies because of other altercations. So rather than having Targaryen blonde, Alicent married someone blonde rather than white hair. No relation whatsoever. Also House Hightower is trying to take over the throne by killing the king.

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Aemma could see her destination getting closer as she rode on Vhagar. War was looming and her mother ordered her to gather as many allies.

Once landing near the castle of Storms End, she headed towards the entrance of House Baratheon and saw a couple knights waiting to escort her to Lord Borros.

When they finally got to the main hall she saw Lord Borros sitting on his throne. What a useless man.

Aemma's POV<3

“Princess Aemma, what brings you here at this hour?”

“I came as a messenger on behalf of King Aegon in which he asks for your houses allegiance and to defend the throne”, I said as I handed the scroll to him.

As he was reading the scroll, I couldn't help but internally cringe as he smirked at the proposal of my hand in marriage.

“Well Princess, it seems that your hand in exchange for the allegiance of my house”, he smirked.

Kill him.

He kept eye contact with me as he called a knight to bring his children.

“Then Princess... which one of my 2 sons will you marry?”

I turned to look at his children. My disgust grew as I saw the reaction of not only his sons but his daughters. His sons held disgust and frowned at the sight of the scar across my eye. His daughters turned to hide their sly smiles at the damage on my skin. A damaged good.

Turning back my attention to his sons, I observed every detail of them. They were all plain looking and nothing stood out from them. They were weak and filthy excuses for so-called men.

Without a second thought, I chose the tallest. Not only was I unfortunate to this betrothal but it seemed he didn’t want me as his wife either by the look of dread.

Lord Borros seemed pleased. What a fool.

Before he could say anything else, many footsteps were heard .The knights entered the hall with a figure behind them.

“Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon!”, a knight announced.

I saw him come forward and couldn’t help but smirk at his bastard features that had become noticeable. He was living up to the Strong name with curly hair that reached his shoulders, a bit of facial hair, and the same build of his Strong father. A bastard indeed.

“My Lord..” Just by a bit of his words, it seemed his voice became deeper with time. Goosebumps ran through my body.

“It seems that not only one messenger was sent but tell me my prince, what is the Queen willing to offer for my house’s allegiance? Which of my two daughters will you marry?”,Lord Borros asked as he diverted his attention to his two daughters.

Turning my attention to his daughter, I noticed how each of them looked at the bastard. Innocence and shyness was portrayed but I could tell their eyes held desire as they scanned him. They were plain looking like their brothers and were not capable of handling a dragon.

“I am sorry my Lord, but I am not free to marry. I am already bethroted”, Lucerys replied as he looked at me. A warm feeling spread through me.

“Then run along back to your mother. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes.”,he stated.

“I will give your message back to the Queen”, Lucery's stated as he was moving to leave.

No. This bastard was not going to run back to his mother’s skirts.

“Do you think you can leave after threatening to take my brother’s throne? Not only are you a traitor but an oath breaker. You owe me a debt and you will pay it bastard!”, I taunted as I smirked.

“Give me your eye as repayment for mine. One will serve and I will have it as gift to my mother”, I continued to taunt as I pulled the dagger from my side pocket and threw it to the ground in his direction.

When I looked up at him, I was excited to see the same face that held fear as when he was a mere child but the excitedness was wiped away when I looked at his eyes that held defiance as a “NO”escaped his lips.

“I will not give my eye for a mistake..”, as he talked, I saw through the corner of my eye as one of Borros’s daughters was coming closer to him as a way to comfort him and pull his attention to her. Such an innocent act from a snake. It seemed she felt my stare and turned to me with a small smirk.

Drawing my attention back to Luke, I snapped.

“GIVE ME YOUR EYE OR I WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU BASTARD!”, I shouted as I approached him but as I got closer he stayed in one place.

“NOT IN MY HALL!” Lord Borros shouted and I stopped. Looking around I saw how everyone’s eyes were drawn to us and finally my sights fell back to Lucerys. Putting my dagger away I looked back at Lord Borros.

“The storm seems to have became worse and both your mother’s would come for my head if I sent both of you in this chaos”

He turned to looked as his knight “Escort them to separate chambers and I will see you in the morrow”

We were both escorted to separate chambers which I assumed were to avoid any bloodshed on his grounds. I walked behind my dear nephew and starred daggers at him. I want him to feel the same pain as I did when I was a child.

When the knights brought me to my guest chambers I saw the other knight lead him to a couple rooms ahead.

“I would like to be left alone” I said as I noticed a knight standing by the door

“My apologies Princess but by order of the Lord we are placed here”

Closing the door, I couldn’t help but pace around and think of how to get to Lucerys. A sudden knock came to my door disrupting my thoughts.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Princess, but I brought some food as requested from Lord Borros”

I nodded to the servant, but couldn’t help but ask of the bastard. “Was the same requested to Prince Lucerys?”

“Yes Princess, but Lady Maris accompanied the other servant to his chambers to keep him company ”

I sneered at the thought of that whore.

I waited a couple hours as the sky grew darker. Due to my riding gear being wet, I changed into some night clothes. As I opened the door I peaked to see the guards posted. They were asleep. Incompetent as their Lord.

As I came closer to the his chambers, I couldn’t wait to taste the screams of that bastard once I take out his eye. He will go crying to his whore of a mother like he did when he was a child. Coming closer to the door, I could hear giggles coming from his room . They were muffled but I already knew who they belonged to.

“My Lord, you jest to much”, Maris giggled.

“I swear my Lady, Arrax purposefully tried to push me into the waters”, Lucerys chuckled.

“You have many adventurous stories. Could I hear another one?”, Maris asked. She needed to leave now before she too met the same fate.

It seemed the Gods heard me.

“Im sorry, my lady but it seems the day has gone and we wouldn’t want your father to be alerted” said another voice.

“Oh my, you are correct. I’ll see you in the morrow Prince Lucery’s”, as she departed from his chamber along with her ladies. I hid behind a pillar to avoid any attention. I waited for a couple of minutes for any sound inside the chamber until I heard snoring. The gods must be in my favor to leave Lucerys defenseless.

Quietly opening the door to his chamber,I peaked in to see the sight that beheld me. The room was almost dark but with a small glow of light emitting from the bedside by some candles. Lucerys was splayed out in the middle. I stepped into the room and closed the door.Taking out the dagger from my side I took quiet steps towards the bed.

With one last look, I slowly straddled him. The debt would finally be repaid. Lifting the dagger up to his eye I drew closer, but before I could take it a strong hand stopped me. I was picked up and pushed by the neck to the nearest wall.

“Hello, Aemma”, Lucerys smirked as he held me by my throat while the other hand held my wrist which held the dagger.

“Unhand me bastard” I yelled at him as he put pressure on my neck but not enough to choke me.

“Why are you here at this hour?”Lucerys asked as he softened his grip and looked at the dagger.

Pushing him as hard as I could. I escaped his hold and pointed the dagger at him. “I came to collect your eye”

“Im sorry but I won’t allow it.” he replied seriously

“You owe that to me! You scarred me and caused the realm to look at me like a monster” I shouted angrily but my eye started to tear up. Don’t cry! don’t be weak!

I will not shed tears in front of this bastard and give him the satisfaction.

“I will have your eye one way or another”I said but he seemed to not care.

“I have apologized countless times but as I said it for the last time, I won’t let you.Now leave” he said and turned to go back to bed.

“Why?! So you can go back to your whore!So you can go and create bastards with that whore!?”I laughed as I could see him get angry.

“Shut it!” As he turned with anger.

I walked closer with the dagger hidden behind and whispered “I wouldn’t be surprised since your mother was also a whore. Like mother like son!”I laughed out loud but was cut short once he grabbed me by the throat again and pushed me to the bed for my back to hit.

Before I could fully fall back on the bed I swung the dagger. Nearly missing the eye, a cut was done accross the cheek. So close yet so far.

With one hand still holding me down by my throat, he used the other to swipe at the blood coming out of the cut and looked back at me with shock. I couldn’t help but feel proud at the small damage I made. But like my eye, he stole the satisfaction once he smirked. Taking some blood from the cut, he smeared it like a path from my lips all the way to the middle of my breasts.

Deep breaths escaped my lips as I got lost on the tiny goosebumps that went through my body.He towered over me like a lion holding its prey.

His fingers glided over my breasts with a feather like touch and glided lower to my belly. The path was going lower and it felt like we were both in a trance. As he was getting closer to my cunt, I felt a fluttering feeling grow. I couldn’t help but let small moans escape my mouth.

The small trance broke. Pulling away his fingers away from me,he was about to stand but I wouldn’t let him leave. Not to Maris or Rhaena. No more running away from me.

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and pushed him back to me while I got up.His lips met mine and it was an immediate addiction. I could feel the small roughness of his stubble on me and I wanted more.I pressed myself against him and pulled him as close as he can

Little moans escaped me lips when I felt the hardness of his cock near my cunt.

“ We have to stop” he pulled away breathless but I wanted more.

Pulling him back to, I wrapped my legs around his waist to not let him escape. He however had different plans. He pushed me away again and stepped back and turned away from me

“No, we can’t. I am bethroed and so are you. You aren’t thinking straight. We have to stop” he repeated like he wanted to convince himself

“Look at me Lucerys” I whispered and repeated. I loosened my night clothes to expose my breasts and pulled up my dress to show my cunt.

“Look at me...Please” I whimpered. I wanted him to touch me.

Once he heard my whimper he turned around and was left stunned at the view I gave him.

“Please make me feel good, taoba” I whimpered more and let my hand go down to my wet cunt and started to touch myself.

I could see the inner battle within himself was lost. He walked slowly to me and once he got to the edge he got on his knees.Pulling my legs to the edge of the bed , I felt his breath hit my cunt.

My heart was beating fast and I let out a loud moan when I felt the first lick. He was restless and started to lick at my folds like a starved man. I wanted to close my legs from all the pleasure but he was holding them apart. I was left to grab his hair with my hands as I let out moans like the whores in flee bottom.

I released into his mouth and he stood up. I was too weak to get up and only looked at him. A little yelp left my lips as he grabbed my night clothes and ripped them in half to reveal my naked front.

“Such a nice view” he smirked as he leaned down to take one breast into his mouth to suck and bite while he played with the other. More moans escaped my lips while “more” and “please” escaped as well.

“Are you a whore or a maiden?” he taunted as he stoped playing with my breasts and instead started to play with my folds. I could feel myself getting wetter.

“A maiden” I breathlessly replied. No one has ever touched me and only I resorted to my own fingers

“Good. Cause this cunt will now only belong to me” he said as he took away his fingers and put them in his mouth. He took his bottoms and shirt off to reveal his body and his cock.

My eyes could only look as his cock which he drew near my cunt.

“Yes” I whispered. He pushed into me and I couldn’t help but scream a little at the burning feeling of being stretched out. He stopped moving in order to let me adjust.

He leaned down to kiss my lips and whispered in my ear. “ Tell me when to move”. I wrapped my arms around his neck , as well as my legs around his waist. After a couple minutes passed, I whispered “now”

He began to thrust deeper and harder which drew more moans from me. I was being pounded at such a fast pace that I couldn’t form a single thought and was left a blubbering mess.yes yes yes

He was hitting all the right spots and felt like I could barely catch my breath. I finally released with a loud moan and he released in me with a groan. I had to catch my breath and could feel him breathing by my ear.

Standing up he pulled out of me and I lazily smiled but it was wiped away. We weren’t done.

“Now be a good girl and turn around,” he said as he turned me around on my knees. My arms gave out and made me present to him like a bitch in heat. More

He held me up by my hips as he entered me again and again. Brutal thrusts that brought so much pleasure.

Lucerys….Lucerys…..Lucerys

I gasped out at the feeling of him cumming. He towered over my body. Spreading little kisses along my neck and back.

As he turned me around to see him and he me. I could see the desire that was still in his dark eyes.

I created a monster

There was no surface he didn't take me again and again. We did it against the wall, on the dresser, by the fireplace, on the couches, and again on the bed.

Moans and small gasps left as I rode him. He held my waist with strength that would leave more bruises on my pale skin. As I looked down I couldn't help but smile at the bruises I left on him.

He let go of my waist and pulled me down to him so his lips would connect with mine once again and held me close with one hand around my waist like he was afraid I would disappear and the other holding my hair to deepen the kiss.

Once he came for the last time we separated with one last peck.

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I lay on his chest hearing his heartbeat while staring at the wall. He still held me protectively against him as he slept. After some time sleep caught on me.

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Rustling woke me up from my slumber and I turned around to see it was still dark. I turned back around to see Luke dressing up. He still didn't notice I was sitting up and looking at him. No

"What are you doing?" I whispered to him as fear consumed me

He stopped his movements without turning around.

"Im leaving," he said without turning. Bastard

There was a long silence. I was scared for the first time. weak

"You used me," I said as I stood from the bed as a sheet covered me.

He still wouldn't look at me." You used me!" I shouted as small tears gathered around my eyes. weak

" You used me for your pleasure. Mother was right! You are beast who takes advantage of people!"I shouted at him again as a few tears fell. Weak

"I'm not!" he shouted back as he turned around with tears in his eyes

"Then why are you leaving?" I whispered back as I held tighter to the sheets. My only protection left. WHORE

"Why are you leaving me?" I cried "Am I not enough?"WEAK

He came closer and pulled me closer to him, and with one hand on my cheek. Like a lover would.

"I don't want to leave you" he whispered as he looked me in my eyes.

"I don't want to forget this... I want to keep on loving you" he said as more tears left my eyes

"But I know where Lord Borro's decision stands and this will come to war. We are on opposite sides and I won't force you to leave those you care for"

I cried harder at the truth. He was right. I can't leave Helena and the children with Aegon and the council of snakes. Mother was losing it as more time passed. It was chaos but I couldn't let them die. But I did not want Luke to leave and see him be bonded with Rhaena.

All these thoughts we swarming my head but it came to a stop when I felt Luke give me a kiss. It was passionate and loving but I could feel our tears mixing. DON'T GO

He pulled away with a sad smile

"Maybe in another life my love" he said as he turned and left the room.

STAY

DONT GO

PLEASE

MY LOVE

I kept wiping my tears but more kept falling. Breath

It won't end like this

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Lucerys's POV

Looking around every corner I made sure there were no knights to be alerted. I have to get out of here and get to Arrax. Coward

Every step became heavier as I got farther away from Aemma. Rhaena was my bethroth but Aemma was my heart.

As I got closer to Arrax I could hear his chirps but I was still hesitant to leave.

Lightning struck and it got quiet for a bit, and easier for me to hear footsteps running and coming closer

I turned around ready to fight whoever tried to stop me. But my heart started to beat faster.

Aemma ran with tears in her eyes and determination

"wh-" without a single beat she brought her lips to mine as she put her arms around my neck and I held her by the waist.

When we separated I couldn't let her go yet. She looked into my eyes as I looked into her purple one and the stone. Beautiful

"Take me with you." she said as she broke the silence

" What about the others?," I asked surprised

" We will prevent war from breaking and ensure my family's safety"

I was silent for a bit because I didn't know what to say. My mother would hurt them, especially Alicent

"Please Lucerys.. promise me" she whispered to me as she held me tighter

"I promise" I whispered back as I kissed her again

" Be my wife?" I whispered as we separated.

She looked shocked by my question but a small blush decorated her beautiful face

"What about Rhaena?"

" I dont love her the way I do you my Jorraelza"

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Aemma's Pov

I smiled at his proposal

"yes Lucerys, I will be your wife" I smiled at him

"Lets go Valzȳrys," I said as I pulled him

"After you Ābrazȳrys" He smiled back at me without letting go.

[fairidvst]

hi!!

would you do a big james x reader request where the reader comes to zebedee and salome’s after the disciples get back because james told reader he would show them around the market and the parents catch on that he has feelings for the reader??

im so sorry if that doesnt really make any sense. thank you!

no dw it makes sense ! i decided to combine these 2 asks, if u want smth else tho lmk ! ( sorry it took so long to write oops )

big james x reader ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛

You were with Salome, helping her prepare lunch and waiting for Big James and John to come back home. Well, you were more so watching Salome do everything, too busy talking to remember you were supposed to be cutting up vegetables. She didn't seem to mind though, nodding and laughing along with you.

An hour passed by and the boys were home. James came up to you, scaring you from behind.

"You're back!"

You smile brightly at him. You give him a side hug and then go to hug John as well. John spoke to you for a few moments before calling his brother over, leaving to speak to his mom. He noticed how you would look over at his brother every few seconds. He winked at you as he left.

Swatting him away, you turn to look up at James.

"So, I believe I promised you a tour of the city, no?"

"I believe you did," you smile up at him. "Though, we can go tomorrow if you'd like? So you can spend time with your ima and abba first."

"Nonsense! You guys go on ahead. John will keep me company." Salome interjected, a knowing look on her face.

Nodding, James dramatically held out his arm and you looped them together.

He took you through various areas of town, most of which had been in the market. He showed you where they sold olives, fish, incense, and everything else you could think of. The two of you ran around like little kids all day, not even noticing the sun had started to go down.

"And this is probably my most favorite place," James said, leading you through a narrow opening between a few large bushes and trees. He held out his hand for you, making sure you don't slip. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you could feel your whole body become warm.

He leads you down to a little alcove. The calm water moved forward, barely grazing your feet before the waves pulled back. The setting sun made the water a beautiful shade of orange and pink. Big James placed his hand down on the ground next to where he was sitting, motioning for you to sit with him.

"I found this place with John. We didn't wanna go fishing with our dad once, so we ran to find somewhere to hide," he said with a boyish grin.

"It's beautiful," you say softly, trying not to disturb the quietness. You give him a small smile, turning your eyes back to the water. You bring your feet to your chest and rest your head on your knees.

Unbeknownst to you, James' eyes didn't leave your figure. He watched as the sun illuminated your skin, making you glow. The light breeze made your hair sway. He never wanted this moment to end.

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚 Ch.2

 Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life, if only there was a way to make it more tolerable.  

Subject: Deep! meaningful fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in upcoming chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression, mystery thriller?

MATURE 18+/ MISPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES

Words: 981

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader)

                                             (Side notes) 

  I’ll try to let you guys know when I will post the next chapters. Or at least try to post in advance when it will be out but hopefully maybe there’s a certain day in my schedule I can be consistent If not turn your notifications on for me ig. But anyone who follows I hope you enjoy the readings to come! <3 

 Ch. 1 2 3

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   Edward sat on the subway train with sweaty palms. It seems so crazy how he could act like a confident prude in front of you, but deep inside when you’re gone, he’s nothing but an anxious mess. He frantically looked around the subway seeing the absent minded people all mind their business. Gotham wasn’t a good city to go catching love or trying to be a good citizen. Edward knew right away that you weren’t from this city, you seemed so delightful but yet so dreary being able to blend in with everyone here all too well. 

  “Excuse me sir, do you know how to get to Gotham’s courthouse from this stop?” a random man who had a hunched briefcase leaned down toward him. “Uh no not really sorry” he pushed his glasses up and lowered his head. 

  “Don’t you live here?” he scoffed. 

“Yea, but I simply don’t know sir” Edward grew tired of the people around him. All so rude and corrupted. But when he thinks about you he feels all of his pain go away. No one ever made him feel as happy as his lovely girl. Everyday he needs to see you at least once. His little darling girl, his doughy eyed girl. You were so young and vulnerable, but deep inside you knew what you were doing to him. Deep inside him he wanted to fuck you like a whore and own your body. But eventually he would have it. Patience is something he knew all too well…

        His office space was something stereotypical from his boring cubicle and office supplies on the table. He noticed an extra pile of work that had been slammed on his desk early this morning. One of his coworkers popped his head up next door to him. 

  “Hey more work to do today what a fucking asshole” he rolled his eyes. ��Yea I know this isn’t nothing we aren’t used to” he replied. 

Edward leaned his elbows down and moved his cursor back in and forth from the screen. Mentally he was at work but emotionally he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He opened his work tab and tried to get in his zone. But of course he had to open a second tab to make sure he was stalking your social media account. He never missed a post. 

His pants harden looking at your profile pic. This girl he grew so infatuated with was going to be living with him. Every day, every second, every hour,  every moment will be spent alone with her. He wants to devour his hands around your soft skin and caress your hair. So perfect and lovely you are… 

There’s so much that had to be done, he had to figure out how to clean out his apartment and make room for your stuff. He couldn’t let you see all of the things he’s collected from you and the obsessive things he’s created in his world. It would scare his precious girl off. He couldn’t let you escape. He finally got what he wanted and there was no stopping him. 

Edward looked at his phone, and realized you held his phone with your delicate fingers. He now has your number. He now has the power to call and text you whenever he wants to. The truth inside him hurted knowing he already knew your address and contact information already, but it was the only way he could be near you, he loved you dearly. Excitement drew deep inside him, he felt like he was hit with some kind of drug. He was addicted to you, and finally having his lovely girl live with him was all surreal. 

     After Edward’s meeting with his manager, he scurried down to leave work to come find you waiting for him. Before he entered he watched for a minute unbothered. The way your hips moved around the tables and how effortless you were with other people around. He needed to clean his room fast before he let you in.

   He entered the cafe and tried hard not  to look at your shirt picturing your soft bouncing breasts. 

  “So how was your day?” He sat at the counter and handed over a key. 

“Oh geez it was.. good”  she gave you a naive smile and plopped down on the stool next to you. “How did you manage to make a spare key already?” you furrowed your brows. 

“I have my ways” he shrugged and swiveled his stool to make his knees brush yours. 

“You should move in whenever you’re ready tho” 

You blush a bit red seeing those eyes kiss your soul. “Um thank you E-Edward” you smiled. 

“Can I call you Eddie instead? I feel like that fits you more” you blushed.

“Whatever you want, we’re roommates now” he grinned. 

“Well not yet but I feel like we made the right choice” you flirted back. 

She said we, Eddie’s mind race. Someone needed to pinch him already. He couldn’t wait any longer, he was going to pay you a visit tonight in your bedroom if he had to. He needed to be inside you now, you both were roommates right? 

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

So Close Ch. 3

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Series Summary: Jensen Ackles is thousands of miles away from McKayla’s normal life, both figuratively and literally. Jensen is sure they can work things out, but McKayla is less sure that they can get through things and keep her heart intact.

Chapter Summary: It's been four months since their first date and Jensen has invited McKayla to come to Vegas Con and stay the weekend with him in Vegas. McKayla isn't sure what to expect, but is still dazed by what she gets.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: There will be eventual smut, likely much angst, and because it’s me, there will be fluff throughout as well. There is also awkwardness. More detailed warnings in individual chapters.

Chapter Warnings: Kissing, some angst on McKayla's part, Jensen being the sweetest and also, a bit clueless.

Pairings: Jensen x OFC (McKayla - Requester)

Word Count: 3,630

A/N: This was a request from @jensensgirl not for me specifically, but for anyone willing to write it. So, I adopted it for my 1K Follower Celebration. She’s asked that the character be given her name, McKayla, and I’ve added the last name “Brandon” just so the character has one.

This will be the third chapter in a short series. I hope this is what you were looking for MaKayla. 💓 Expect other aspects of your request (such as certain kinks) to show up in future chapters.😊

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

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Mickayla dragged her suitcase behind her as she moved through the heavy crowds standing around at the baggage terminal. The one wonky wheel on her bag was constantly trying to pull it to the right and she scraped it loudly across the floor as she wrenched it closer to her, cursing beneath her breath.

She managed to wrangle the stubborn luggage onto the escalator heading down to ground level, jostling her carry-on backpack and jacket into a more convenient position. She let out a puff of air, trying to blow her hair out of her eyes. She should have tied it back.

As she reached the bottom of the escalator, she looked around trying to get her bearings. It had been a long time since she’d flown and she’d never been in the LAS airport, having never been to Las Vegas in her life. Searching the vast, crowded area for an exit with a cab stand, she was suddenly taken aback by a man in a neat, black suit holding a plain white card with her name printed in bold black letters.

Slightly confused, she sort of raised her hand as she walked nearer. The man holding the card had a bright beautiful smile that caused deep dimples to appear in his smooth, golden brown cheeks. He looked young and friendly.

As she approached him, he bobbed his head in greeting. “Ms. Brandon?”

She smiled back, slightly awkward. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Fantastic.” He said in a light Spanish accent, his consonants soft and vowels rounded. “My name is Enzo; Mr. Ackles booked our car service to come pick you up.” He nodded to the phone she held in her hand. “He was meant to inform you.”

“Oh!” She said, trying to jostle things in her hands again. “I forgot to turn off airplane mode.”

Enzo reached out to take her jacket so she could have her hands free. “Please, ma’am, allow me.” He took her backpack off her shoulder as well as she fiddled with her phone. Technology was not being her friend and her phone decided now was the perfect time to shut down and she closed her eyes in frustration.

“Long flight?” Enzo asked, sympathy filling his voice.

She smiled at him. “No, it was only four hours, but in order to get the weekend off, I had to work early this morning, so I started at six, and wasn’t off until two, and then I had to run home to grab my bags, and then catch a cab to the airport, and the cab took forever to get there so I got to the airport with hardly any time to check in, and they almost weren’t going to let me on because I was so late, but they ended up literally holding the plane for me, but they’d given away my seat, so I ended up in coach, stuck in the middle seat and -”

She caught herself rambling and shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll give you a big tip.”

Enzo chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Ms. Brandon, things will improve now.” He leaned a little closer to stage whisper conspiratorially, “There is champagne in the car.”

McKayla laughed. “Thank god, and please call me McKayla.”

***

The ride from the airport was as lush and relaxing as Enzo had promised. He took care of everything to get them out of the airport and as she sat in the back of the limousine with a champagne flute of sweet bubbly goodness, listening to the soft jazz Enzo had playing over the sound system, she only felt vaguely ridiculous that she was traveling in such a luxurious, extravagant car.

They approached the Vegas strip and McKayla couldn’t help but gasp as the bright shining lights lit up the sky in the distance. It looked like the city was ablaze and even though glitz and glamor had never really been her thing, she couldn’t deny that the sight was thrilling and a bit exciting.

As they approached their hotel, a whole new level of surrealty began to hit McKayla as they pulled up outside the massive entrance. She was still staring up at the incredibly opulent structure through the tinted limo window, jaw open, when Enzo opened the door for her.

“We’ve arrived, ma'am." He said calmly. "I believe this is Susannah, and she’ll help you from here.” He gestured to a smartly dressed young woman standing to the right of the car door with a tablet tucked under her arm and a warm smile.

“Welcome to The Suites, Ms. Brandon.”

McKayla didn’t want to get out of the car.

She was wearing leggings and a comfortable sweater, clothes she knew would be comfortable to fly in. But they were old and there was a small hole in the underarm of the sweater and she’d spilled hummus on the leggings at lunch earlier that day. Nothing about her said she belonged in a place with a lobby four times the size of her entire apartment.

But Enzo was holding out his hand to help her step from the car so she took it tremblingly. Perhaps feeling her nervousness, Enzo gave her hand a small squeeze and spoke softly to her. “Just pretend you do this all the time.”

When she caught his eye he gave her a quick wink and a reassuring smile. She smiled back, grateful for the camaraderie. “Thank you so much, Enzo. I really appreciate all your help.”

He nodded and stepped back from her. “Not at all, Ms. Brandon, my pleasure. Enjoy your stay in Las Vegas.”

“You too.” She said and then caught herself, shaking her head. “I mean…you know what I mean.”

He laughed. “Yes, I do.”

He closed the door as she walked towards Susannah, and headed back around to the driver’s side.

Remembering suddenly, McKayla turned back to him. “Oh, wait. I didn’t tip you.”

She looked for her backpack, finding that it was already sitting on a little cart being wheeled by a very tall, lanky bellboy.

But Enzo just shook his head at her, waving his hand dismissively. “No, no Ms. Brandon, please, don’t worry about it. Mr. Ackles will sign for any tip he feels is fair.”

“Oh.” She said, nodding. “Of course. D’uh. Sorry. Take care.”

Enzo nodded again and ducked back into the limo to drive away. God, she felt like such an idiot. She had no idea how any of this worked and she felt like she was moving around in a very vivid, insane dream.

Susannah was standing by, smiling placidly, and waiting for McKayla to come back towards her. Throwing up a smile as a defense against her own stupidity, McKayla gestured forward. “Okay, lead the way.”

“Of course.” Susannah said.

The concierge (was that what she was?) walked them through the massive lobby, by-passing the check in counter and leading her to a set of 3 elevators.

“These are the elevators to the Skyline, Ambassador, and Presidential Suites. Skyline, where you’re staying, is accessed from this one.” She said as she pressed the button and led McKayla and the still silent bellboy onto a wide elevator that had a pure white, plush settee pushed against the back wall. McKayla wondered briefly how long the elevator ride would take if they provided their guests with seating.

But it was less than a minute before Susannah stepped out into a long hallway. She held her arm against the elevator door as McKayla and the bellboy exited. Susannah passed her a key card. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Brandon, and please don’t hesitate to call down to the desk if you need anything at all.”

As she turned to get back to get on the elevator, McKayla held out the hand that was holding the keycard.

“Wait,” she swept her hand down the hallway towards the three doors she could see. “Which room is mine?”

Susannah smiled kindly. “Oh, the Skyline Suite occupies this entire level. The other doors are a maintenance room and the door to the stairwell.”

McKayla nodded slowly. “Right.”

Susannah stepped onto the elevator and nodded towards the looming bellboy. “Tim will make sure you get there.”

McKayla waved as the doors closed and then wanted to cut her hand off.

Am I at a fucking kindergarten Christmas concert? Why am I waving?

Tim pulled the small cart forward and she followed behind him to a set of double doors.

“This is your suite.” He said in a slightly squeaky voice. McKayla smiled and put the keycard in the reader, but it just beeped an angry red at her. She frowned and tried again, but it did the same thing.

“You’re putting it in backwards.” Tim said, helpfully.

McKayla sighed as she looked at the card and saw the very clear arrow showing her what end was meant to go in.

“Yep. Of course I am.” She muttered.

Before she could get the card in the right way however, the door opened and Jensen stood in front of her looking like an absolute miraculous mirage in the desert of her day.

“Mickey, you’re here, finally!”

His smile was a bright beam of happiness and she immediately smiled back, warmth rushing through her at the sight of him, and his use of the nickname he’d given her on their second date.

He took a step towards her and reached his hand out like he was going to pull her to him for a kiss, but then he noticed Tim still standing there and awkwardly pulled up short.

They weren’t exactly hiding the fact that they were in a relationship, their friends and families all knew, but they weren’t ready for it to get out into the world yet.

McKayla was definitely not ready. The idea of bearing the scrutiny of people she’d never met, people scrolling her social media for old, terrible photographs, trying to pull her apart, wondering what on earth Jensen could possibly see in this random, chubby barista? It was more than she could imagine at the moment, so they’d agreed to keep things out of the limelight for as long as possible.

Especially, while they were still trying to figure things out themselves.

It had been four months since their first date, and they still hadn’t slept together. McKayla cringed every time she thought about the fact that she was dating the sexiest man on earth, a man she’d lusted after even before she met him, and yet every time he’d initiated things, she froze up on him and she didn’t quite understand why.

She wasn’t afraid of sleeping with him - she was hardly a virgin. She was confident enough in her own sexiness and sexuality that she wasn’t worried she’d disappoint him in bed, (at least she felt that way most days) and she knew beyond a doubt that he wouldn’t disappoint her. Every time he touched her she melted into a puddle and desperately wanted to let him do anything and everything he wanted to do to her, just as long as he kept on touching her.

But inevitably when things turned hot and heavy, she pulled away.

She told herself in the beginning that it was just because she didn’t know him well enough yet. Then after a couple months she convinced herself that they just didn’t spend enough time together for it to feel natural.

But then, he’d come to visit her again, and booked himself into a hotel for a whole weekend, planning to spend every minute with her. And he had. They'd spent every minute cuddling and kissing and…that was it. He'd tried twice that trip to move things to the next stage and both times she'd pulled away.

After verifying that she was for sure interested in him in that way (as though it was possible for someone to not be sexually attracted to Jensen Ackles) Jensen had told her it was completely fine and there was no rush.

But it felt ridiculous to her, she couldn’t explain it in her own mind. As she stared at Jensen now, it made less sense to her than ever. The man was the picture of perfection. He wore a denim-blue button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. The jeans clung to him in a way that made her want to moan out loud, and the width of his broad, muscular shoulders made his shirt pull tight against the seams.

He smiled at Tim and even the stoic bellboy smiled shyly and blushed. Jensen pulled some cash out of his pocket, slipping a twenty into the young man’s hand.

“Thanks Tim, I appreciate you bringing everything up. I got it from here.” He told him, lifting McKayla’s suitcase and backpack off the cart.

Tim nodded and crumpled the twenty in his fist. “Thank you, sir.” He said, then he practically ran back to the elevator with the cart, and disappeared inside.

As the doors closed behind him, Jensen dropped her luggage to the floor so he could cup her cheeks and pull her into him for a kiss. She squeaked her surprise and then melted against him as he pushed his nimble tongue past her lips. He tasted like whiskey and something sweet and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he dropped his hands to her waist and walked her backwards until she was pushed up against the wall of the hallway.

She laughed lightly into the kiss and he moved his mouth down her neck to suck at her pulse point. “Why are we in the hallway?” She asked, breathless. She let her hands span the width of his shoulders, and then slide down to rest on his thick biceps.

Jensen grunted noncommittally and continued to nip and lick her skin. She thumped her head back against the wall and sighed. He finally pulled back from her a bit, and looked her in the eye. A warm smile spread across his face and he dropped his forehead to hers.

“Hi.” He said softly.

“Hi back.”

He brushed his lips against hers. “God, I missed you.” He pouted slightly and McKayla thought it should be illegal for a grown man to be that adorable. “Three weeks is too long to go without seeing you.”

She smiled indulgently. “It was two and a half weeks. And we didn’t have another option. You can’t leave New Mexico during the week, and I absolutely had to work the last two weekends because my boss is pissed that I keep taking them off.”

He continued to pout at her, and McKayla nodded. “But, yeah, it was too long.”

She reached up into his long, softly tousled hair and tangled her fingers up in it, pulling his lips back to hers. He moaned softly as she tugged and the sound went straight to her core. He delved his tongue deep into her mouth again, kissing her passionately and pulling all the air out of her lungs.

Only when neither of them had any breath left did he let the kiss go. They sipped at each other’s lips for a minute more before Jensen stood up and dropped his hands from McKayla’s waist and, moving back to the door to the room, picked up her bags again.

He smiled brightly at her as they walked into the suite. “Isn’t this place nice?”

McKayla was thunderstruck; “nice” didn’t seem to cover it. Jensen walked away, presumably to put her luggage in the bedroom, and all McKayla could do was stand in gapping awe at her surroundings.

The suite was easily four times as big as her apartment. Every surface, from the countertops in the massive kitchen to the floors throughout the space, were made of a cool, sleek, expensive cut of marble. The walls were covered in art that probably cost more than her yearly salary, and the couches, chairs, tables and lighting fixtures had clearly all been chosen by an expert hand to perfectly compliment each other. The fabrics were rich and warm, and looked like they were just waiting for her to spill a glass of wine on them.

One whole wall of the suite was made up of windows that looked out across the vast Vegas skyline that was set beautifully against the backdrop of the sun setting behind the mountains. And off in the corner was a spiral staircase leading to…

“There’s a second floor!” McKayla practically shouted as Jensen re-entered the room.

He smiled and walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her chest and pull her back against him. “Yeah, it leads up to a really nice exercise room, and a beautiful balcony. There’s an infinity pool up there too. Great for swimming at night, I hear.”

He dropped his head lower so he was looking out at the view from her vantage point. “Gorgeous, huh?”

She nodded, stunned speechless. He kissed her temple quickly and then pulled her down the wide hallway to the bedroom at the back of the suite. The room boasted a massive king sized bed, huge his-and-her closets, a modern looking desk with a chair that looked remarkably uncomfortable but was probably some kind of ergonomic design.

Jensen went to the drawers in the room that were built into the wall and pulled out a white box from the big bottom one. He brought it to the bed and set it down, smiling at her broadly.

“I got you something.”

McKayla shook her head; to say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. She felt like her mind was floating away somewhere and the feeling she’d had since she arrived - the feeling that something was going to pop at some point and she’d suddenly be awake, leaving all this behind in a dream - that feeling just kept increasing.

“Why?” She said about the gift.

Jensen chuckled. “Cause I wanted to.” He nodded and moved his hand back and forth as though acknowledging something. “Well, and also because I made reservations at this cool new restaurant that just opened, pretty hard to get a spot apparently, and I figured you probably hadn’t packed anything fancy if you were just planning on a weekend in a hotel and casinos, and a Con on Sunday.”

He gestured to the box. “Open it.”

She moved forward and pulled the top off. Inside was an absolutely stunning, burgundy cocktail dress. McKayla pulled the garment out of the box and listened to the soft swish of the chiffon material as it unfurled to reveal a flattering A-line cut, sleeveless, with delicate white bows at the base of each wide strap. Small white beads were woven modestly along the hem to give it weight and sparkle.

It was positively the most beautiful article of clothing McKayla had ever held in her hands and she couldn’t imagine how much something like that would cost. She laid it out on the white duvet cover and stepped away from it, sure she was going to get something on it from her grubby clothes.

Jensen was staring at her waiting for a response, and when she just mouthed soundlessly, he laughed a bit nervously. “What do you think?”

McKayla shook her head. “It’s, wow, Jensen it’s gorgeous.”

He cleared his throat. “Okay, but…?”

She shook her head again. “No, really this was…so thoughtful of you, and…” A thought occurred to her. “How did you know my size?”

He shrugged. “I just showed the woman at the store a picture of you. She figured it out.” He smiled at her, and his excitement seemed slightly defused. “If it doesn’t fit or something, we can just return it.”

McKayla felt terrible for dampening his enthusiasm and shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “No, it looks like it will fit perfectly. Thank you, this was so wonderful. I definitely didn’t pack anything as stunning as this.”

His eyes were sparkling emerald again as she kissed his cheek and he gestured back towards the drawers. “There are shoes to match. Size 9?” He asked with a grin.

She smiled back. “8 ½ but close enough.”

He dipped his head to kiss her quickly as his phone buzzed. “Okay, I’m running out for about an hour to talk to Rob about the concert tomorrow.”

McKayla clapped her hands. “Are you singing?”

He winked. “Possibly. I’m gonna see what the band thinks, what their set list looks like. Our reservations are for nine, so I’ll leave you to get ready and I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded and he kissed her again, calling out his farewell as he dashed out of the bedroom. She heard the door close behind him and stood, unmoving, in the huge, silent space for almost ten minutes, just trying to let everything settle into place in her mind.

When Jensen had suggested she come to the Vegas Con and stay with him for the weekend, he’d told her he’d pay her airfare and for the hotel. McKayla had balked and told him that was too much to ask of him, but he’d insisted and she missed him so much that she didn’t put up much of a fight.

But a first class ticket and this palatial suite was not what she’d been expecting from a Con weekend in Vegas. Nevermind a dress that looked like it cost thousands, shoes that were likely another grand at least, and dinner at a trendy restaurant.

“I am so far from trendy.” McKayla whispered out loud to the empty room.

In the end though, she realized she was wasting all her prep time and she definitely needed every second of it. So, she moved off towards the gigantic marble tiled bathroom to get started.

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12) I HATE THE NETHER

TW// MENTIONS OF PUKE, TANGO FALLING FROM A HIGH PLACE AND UNALIVING, RESPAWN MECHANICS

It was hot. 

It was humid

and Y/n was wearing a suit. 

Void, they hated the nether. 

As they grumbled curses while moving sluggishly towards their portal, Y/n noticed Grian to their left. So they walked over to him and heard him humming while he carefully mined out some quartz. 

"Whatcha doing?" Y/n asked and bent down to his height only to see him jump a good foot into the air and scream. Y/n doubled over in laughter as Grian placed a hand over his heart where Y/n could only assume he was trying to calm his racing heart. 

"Y/N!" He shouted and Y/n's laughter doubled "You scared me!" 

"Sorry, I've had such a miserable time in the nether so I figured why not cheer myself up?" Y/n smiled 

"Why have you had-" and then Grian finally looked at Y/n properly "Oh... Why didn't you change?" 

"I forgot." Y/n frowned "I was in a hurry for some Quartz since I ran out of what you gave me." 

"Already?" He asked 

"Yeah, big build needs a lot of materials." Y/n frowned "Anyway, I'm gonna head back because my inventory is full, unload, cool off, change and then come back. I need more quartz." 

"I have some in the G-train." Grian said "I can offer you a deal, 1 diamond for every three stacks, just for you." 

"That's a total rip off!" Y/n said and stomped their foot "I can do 2 diamonds for every three stacks, but anything less no way." 

"Y/n-" Grian whined "Let me-" 

"Nope!" Y/n turned around before she looked back at Grian with a self satisfied grin "I appreciate but don't lower your prices because I'm your best friend." 

"Okay. Yeah-" Grian smiled but felt his grip on the pickaxe tighten and as Y/n walked away to their portal Grian whispered "Best friends. right, that's all we are." 

Y/n stepped out of the nauseating portal, holding their stomach and stumbling to the nearest empty space to puke out their guts... even if nothing came out. Curse their ability to have tunnel vision when it came to their builds. 

"Y/n?" A voice came and Y/n retched one more time to get the last of their stomach acids out. A gentle but calloused hand came to rub Y/n's back and gently rubbed while another pair of hands brushed any hair from out of their face. 

When Y/n turned when she finished and saw Pearl and Mumbo, Pearl who held the hair back from their face and Mumbo who was rubbing their back. 

"Are you okay?" Pearl asked 

"Yeah, The nether portal hit my body hard right now," Y/n whined and grabbed their spare water bucket and proceeded to wash out their mouth with (the thankfully fresh) water before spitting it back out. "I guess that's what I get for not eating today."

with that a hand smacked the back of their head and pearl picked Y/n up and threw them over her shoulder. A flush spread on Y/n's face as she was carried off by a grumbling pearl and Watched as Mumbo let them be carried away by the builder. 

"GOOD LUCK!" Mumbo called and laughed when Y/n flipped him off 

^^^^^

Hours later, After being force-fed and made to take a nap Y/n was back in the nether, without their iconic suit-dress. They now wore a tank top and shorts along with some gold boots with soul speed III and fire protection along with their netherite pickaxe and sword and this time with golden carrots and gold ingots and more shulker boxes (courtesy of Doc's shulker business that Y/n has to fight Etho for) to stuff full of Quartz. 

This time, Tango was accompanying them and Y/n had no complaints. The blaze hybrid said he felt right at home in the nether and didn't mind carrying Y/n if she ever got heatstroke ("that last part was a joke" Tango said as he packed tons of water bottles) plus he needed some Blackstone and crimson wood for one of his builds. 

"Anyways I see how your mega build is ending up!" Tango exclaimed happily "A giant cloud is an interesting start for sure But I'm excited to see how it'll turn out!" 

"Me too!" Y/n smiled and took out their pick when they saw Quartz "I'm going to be so upset if I don't like how it's turning out because then I will redo everything." 

"Everything?" Tango asked, "Like tear the entire build down and restart?" 

Tango's voice wobbled with fear and Y/n couldn't help but laugh. They forgot that their building style was... different when it came to others... more specifically it was way more intense and labor addictive and quick. Something that came from their time on an anarchy server that traumatized Y/n way more than it should of, especially considering how long they lasted after some PVP training from one of the most brutal teachers they've ever met. 

Philza Minecraft

But that was a story for another day. 

"Anyways! How is Fifi coming along?" Y/n asked with a smile "Last I saw, they looked amazing. Love the Tutu." 

Tango gave a loud exaggerated groan as Y/n giggled at his reaction. Fifi's Tutu was a prank played by... someone (Y/n honestly had no clue who) that resulted in the feared (and humiliated) cyclops being much more approachable, even if it's a hyper-realistic statue. 

"I'm gonna get rid of that eventually," Tango muttered as the blaze rods around his head sparked in frustration 

Y/n's laugh echoed around the empty nether attracting the attention of another hermit who was nearby 

"Y/n?" Grian asked, his head popping up from the quartz vein they were supposed to mine 

Two shouts of fear made Grian yell back and fall back down his hole and almost into lava. 

"OH MY GOODNESS GRIAN! You scare me!" Y/n exclaimed clutching their chest where their heart is before leaning down to offer their hand to the avian "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine," Grian said and grabbed Y/n's hand. They pulled him out of the hole and far from the edge of the netherrack they stood on. Now that he had their full attention, Y/n finally noticed he wore a sweat-soaked white undershirt, his sweater tied around his waist and his pants rolled up as far as they could go. His gold boots shone with the fire around them and his hair was pulled into a low ponytail so that air could brush the back of his neck. 

"What are you doing out here G?" Tango asked with a smile 

"Just some quartz mining. I have plans to stock my shop." He said and slithered his arm around Y/n's waist while looking directly into Tango's eyes as his wings puffed up behind him "What about you guys?" 

"I'm getting some crimson wood and Blackstone for a build." Tango smirked and crossed his arms over his chest "Y/n is getting some quartz as well... again." 

"I need more. I need at least 15 double chests of quartz blocks... do you know how much quartz that is?" Y/n smiled, left eye twitching before they sighed and slumped into Grian's hold "It's at least 50 thousand. Mind you this is also adding some extra for just-in-case measures."

There was a beat of silence as both the men registered how much Y/n needed. 

"Are you okay?" Tango asked 

"Mentally, physically, or emotionally?" Y/n asked, deadpanning to hell and back 

There was another beat of silence before Tango started sidestepping away with an awkward look on his face. 

As if he hasn't done the same thing before with his builds!

"Moving on, If you'd want tango, I don't mind going mining with Grian and you can go find your things?" Y/n smiled at him  

"Sure!" Tango said and took out all the water bottles he brought "Here! Make sure you drink these! You guys need to hydrate!" 

"Mhmm, Alright Tango," Y/n hummed and took the water bottles and placed them inside a spare shulker she had "Be safe okay? I'll see you later!" 

"BYE!" Tango said before he took off with his elytra, mechanical wings made of redstone and some other variants of what he was working on taking to the nether skies

only to hear a distant yell and soon hear their comm ping 

<Tango> fell from a high place

The two burst out laughing and went to go find his things to give him coordinates as well as give his things back. While Grian picked up his broken inventory bag, Y/n texted Tango where his things are. 

"Should we wait for him?" Grian asked and hugged Y/n from behind 

"That's up to you," Y/n hummed softly and ran a hand through his hair "But if we do I'm putting down some ice because I can't stand this heat and I feel like I'm going to melt." 

Grian's laugh echoed through the dark and warm sky of the nether and let go of Y/n so they don't die of heatstroke.

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History Does Not Remember Almost ☼ Aegon II Targaryen (Pt. 2)

Chapter 2: A Vile Accusation

"Bring the Dragonkeeper assigned to heal Sunfyre to me."

Aegon demanded after his return. He was meant to wait at the Red Keep, did not want anyone to find out that the king secretly went out somewhere without protections, even if it is only to the Dragonpit. It is not like Aegon still have a care for his safety. But he still care for whatever freedom he has left and he can not keep that if anyone knew about his escapade.

However, the Elder Dragonkeeper's answer made him change his mind.

"May I ask what for, Your Grace? He has been tending to Sunfyre for almost an entire day and it is only fair for him to rest."

The moment that Aegon hears that, he bit his tongue and pulled himself from attacking the old man. Either he is an ignorant imbecile or he is lying and working with the Dornish girl to do whatever she was doing to Sunfyre. 

What are they hiding?

Aegon grips the Iron Throne tightly. If they wanted him to play this little game, so be it. But they must know that he would not let anyone hurt Sunfyre.

"Alright. Then I shall be the one who comes to Dragonpit. Make sure that heis there by night time."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he should inform someone, most likely his small council, on this threat. But they already think of him as a drunken fool and Aegon had no interest in proving more by declaring an assassin when his dragon is doing fine, even healing rapidly. 

So there he is, alone, hours before the intended time, and wearing a small folk disguise. The sun has just set and Aegon walked through the street of Flea Bottom to the gate of Dragonpit. He stepped towards the same path that he went yesterday, to Sunfyre's chamber, trying to make as little sound as he can.

"I have told you that you can not show your face here any longer!"

Aegon stopped at his track.

"But Master—"

The Dornish girl voice.

"One job. One fucking job that you need to do is to not be seen! But you did and now I have to fucking deal with the Elders and the Crown!"

The sound of slap echoing from the hallway, followed by a whimper. It was suffered by the girl, he's sure. Aegon glued himself even more to the wall, trying to hear better.

"I wouldn't have mark your pretty face if you follow what we agreed to."

There is more whispers but Aegon can not make sense of it. What he can hear clearly is footsteps, coming along his way. He turns back and go back to where he came from. After he passed by the gate, Aegon lean his back to the wall next to it, waiting.

Sure enough, a small cloaked figure passed by without noticing him.

Aegon made his presence known, "Rough day at work, I presume?"

The girl's breath hitched and without giving him a glance, she ran. Again, two days in a row.

"Shit," Aegon cursed under his breath and started chasing after her. 

The night wind blows right at his face making Aegon held his cloak firmly, trying his best to hide his Targaryen hair. He never accustomed to the streets of Flea Bottom. Most of his time are spent in Street of Silk and fortunately it never bore Aegon enough to make him wander elsewhere. But now it proves to be a disadvantage as the girl moves so freely in the crowded streets, turning to every small alley to lose Aegon. 

He hasten his run as his hand stretched forward and finally he caught the back of the girl's hood. She chokes as Aegon pull her back and slam her on the wall. 

"Stop it!" Aegon shout as he restrain the girl by the shoulder.

The girl suddenly surprised him by holding a knife right at his neck.

"Let me go!" she yell as she gasped for air.

"I do not think so."

She glances down, following Aegon's gaze, and she found that he himself is also pointing a dagger at her stomach. None of them move for a moment, too wary to make the first attack.

Aegon began, "Who are you?"

"Who areyou?"

His nostrils flared, no longer interested in playing this foolish game. He looked right at the girl. Her hood already fell down, showing her braided long black hair. However, her face still covered in a mask, the same that he saw the day before. His hand, that is not currently holding a dagger, suddenly went in and pull down her mask. It reveals a face of an angry girl with red stain on one of her cheek. Must have been from the slap that he heard before.

He chuckle, "So this is the face of the assassin."

She rage at that and in the next moment, she too pulled back his hood to reveal his identity.

Her breath caught, "Y-You are..."

Meanwhile, Aegon already drag her to hide behind some wide bedding sheets that is being dried, away from people's attention.

His dagger almost touch her neck, "Who sends you?! What are you doing to Sunfyre?!"

The girl was entirely unfocused on his questions. She still hold her knife but does not make any attempt to move it towards him. Aegon took an advantage of it and gripped her wrist, withholding her to strike him. Her stare still stuck at his white hair, too shocked to speak.

She trembles, "You're... a Targaryen."

His brows furrowed, "Do not act fool with me!"

"I-I'm—"

Aegon growing impatient, "Do you even know who I am?!"

"M'Lord... M-My Prince..." she murmur, stumbling over her own words.

The young king clicked his tongue, annoyed. How long does this girl intend to keep this act?

"Exactly. And your superior is asking you questions you keep on avoiding," he replies, no intention to correct the way she was addressing him.

She gulps, "Nobody sends me, My Prince."

"Did you not know that you could be beheaded for lying to members of the Royal family?" Aegon warns her with his dagger kept getting dangerously close to her neck.

"I—"

"And do not even think of protecting your traitorous friends at the Dragonpit. After I am done with you, I am coming after every single one of them," he threatened.

Her confused expression is clouding her fears. 

"Traitorous? What could we possibly have done to be a traitor to you?"

Aegon screams out, "You still have the nerve to ask?! Being incompetent! Letting a whore like you endanger a king's dragon!"

"Endanger Sunfyre?!" she shouted back, "I was saving his life!"

"Keep your lies to yourself but I know the truth! You have no right to be there! You are no Dragonkeeper!"

"It does not mean I have any less capability to treat dragons," she gritted her teeth. His words must have struck a nerve within her.

"You—"

"What proof do you have of this so-called 'endangering'? Forgive me but I do not recall there is a funeral for Sunfyre," she bites back.

Aegon laugh half-heartedly, "And we have to thank you for that?"

"No need, My Prince. All you need to do is leave me alone!" she said as she pushed his shoulders harshly.

Aegon immediately steady himself back on his feet. He watched as the Dornish girl pushed away the bedding sheet that has been hiding them and walked away. Before she went too far, he grabbed her upper arm.

"Answer this one thing truthfully at least."

"With the assumption that all I have said before were lies," she replies with the same anger.

He ignores her and talked slowly, "Did Rhaenyra the one that send you?"

The girl looked at his purple eyes. Something clicked in her brain and she finally understands.

She laughed drily, "So this is what all this fuss is about. You are worried that the Realm's Delight is sending me to kill King Aegon's dragon."

Aegon's lips twitch at hearing that. Not because of his fear was put so plainly, but because of hearing his own name said by this poor clueless girl.

"I am flattered but do not fret, My Prince. There will be another Doom of Valyria before she would even be bothered to know about the existence of a lowborn such as myself."

The girl pulled her arm from Aegon's hold and walked away, leaving Aegon with more questions than what he came with.

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Dani's Little Sister: Part 2

Trigger warning: Self Harm

You were Dani's little sister. You liked spending time with Dani and Six. However, you didn't like how Dani and Six treated you. They would sometimes treat you as if you were glass. A story in which Dani and Six live together, and you, have Schizoaffective Disorder.

It was one of those days. One of those days where you didn't want to leave your bed (with no snakes this time). It was one of those days where Dani sat in a chair next to your bed, and held your hand, trying to get you to talk, or drink, or eat, or persuade you to take meds. I wouldn't move for hours, I would just stare off into space. I couldn't control myself. I just felt tired. So tired. I felt like I was in a dream and I was frozen. I knew Dani was there. I knew she was talking. I just couldn't understand what she was saying. It sounded like she was talking to me underwater.

....

"(Y/N)? Hey I'm gonna go make lunch okay. I'll just be in the kitchen. And Court will be here if you need anything. I promise I'll be right back. Maybe you'll want to eat something by then? How does that sound, hmm?" She stroked my hair. I heard her footsteps getting quieter as she walked away.

......

"She responsive yet?" Court asked, as he sipped his coffee. He always gave Dani and (Y/N) space. He got nervous when (Y/N) wasn't doing well. He wanted to support the both of you, but didn't not interfere at the same time. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

"No. I feel like she's getting worse. These catatonic days are getting more frequent. I'm scared." Dani set 2 slices of bread aside for her sandwich. Then she opened a can of soup for (Y/N).

"It'll be okay. We're going to figure this out. Maybe they just need to adjust her meds again." Court put his hand on Dani's shoulder and stared into Dani's eyes. Dani put her hand on his hand, and she took a deep breath. "Could you just, sit with her while I get this ready?"

"Yeah." Court walked to (Y/N)'s room. He sat down and took her hand, rubbing his thumb over your inner wrist. He looked at you and sighed. He did this for about 10 minutes before Dani walked in with a soup bowl in one hand and her half eaten sandwich in another.

"Hey look. You hungry?" Court looked at you hopeful, like you were going to answer. But you didn't. You just sat there paralyzed and underwater.

"C'mon. Please come back. Please just do something so I know you're in there." Dani was begging you to wake up. But you just couldn't.

.....

After this everything was a blur. You recall hearing something about a hospital, but that's about it. About an hour later you started waking up out of your daze. You start moving your head around, fluttering your eyes. You see Dani sitting in the chair next to you reading a book, and Court was leaning up against the doorframe.

"Hey." He signalled to Dani, indicating that he saw your wake in consciousness.

"(Y/N). Hey. You with us?" Dani took both her hands and leaned forward rubbing your arm as if you were cold.

You started breathing heavily, and teared up. It was almost traumatic coming out of these states. Overwhelming even.

"Can you tell me what my name is? Say my name." She always asks basic questions when I come to. Like I'm a child or something. Court got up and left. He thought it would be less overwhelming with him there. He stood outside the door and listened in to make sure nothing bad was happening.

"I'm not stupid." I sighed.

.....

Later on that day, Dani told you that they found a psychiatrist that can make house calls. He's coming tomorrow, no excuses.

"What?!" I exclaimed. I hated talking to shrinks. Let's just say I had my fair share of therapists.

"He can help you. Better than we can." Court and Dani both looked at me with puppy eyes.

"No! I'm not going to talk. I'm not going to talk to him!" I shouted as I went into my room and slammed the door. There were no locks on the doors. Court had replaced them after I had threatened to kill myself one summer. So I wedged a hard back book into the seam of the door. I wanted to be alone. I heard Court and Dani's footsteps frantically behind me.

"(Y/N)? Hey open the door. I know you are mad right now. But we can't leave you alone. Just open the door so we know you're safe. Please." Court knocked on the door, waiting to hear a response. When he didn't hear anything, you heard him say that he was going to kick the door down to Dani. You didn't care. You just needed to be alone. You started scratching at your wrists. It was something you sometimes did as a result of stress.

BANG!

The door slammed open. They both ran in. Dani saw your wrists. She sighed and knelt down next to you and restrained you from doing more harm. Court went into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and first aid kit.

"Court? I think we should go to the hospital." She looked him straight in the eyes.

"Is it really that bad?" He looked shocked.

"Her wrists aren't that bad. But I think she needs to be seen by professional, like right now." He did notice right away that you were mumbling something over and over, and that your breathing was irregular. You started to wriggle out of her grasp, but she held on tighter as Court called an ambulance.

To Be Continued.

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