#Emilia Clarke x reader

[mondaysamiright]

Falling Into You (Part 2)

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Emilia find themselves on the pages of the Daily Mail

Word Count: 2k+

Part 1 Here Part 3 Here

The morning light crept through the thin curtains of Y/N’s new flat, illuminating the scattered boxes and half-unpacked luggage that still littered the living room. It had only been a couple of weeks since she’d moved to the UK from Colorado, and despite her best intentions, she hadn’t quite found the time or energy to finish unpacking. The flat was a charming, if modest, space with creaky wooden floors and large windows that let in the autumn sunlight, but it still felt more like a temporary stopover than home.

Y/N padded around the kitchen in her worn slippers, her movements leisurely and unhurried. The kettle bubbled away on the stove, steam rising as she waited for the water to boil. She glanced around at the cluttered countertops, mentally adding ‘organize kitchen’ to the ever-growing list of things she needed to do. But not today. Today was going to be a lazy Saturday.

The whistle of the kettle broke her train of thought, and she poured the boiling water over a coffee filter, the rich scent of the brew filling the small kitchen. She sighed contentedly, the familiar smell a comforting reminder of home. Her favorite mug—a chipped one from a café in the Rockies—sat waiting on the counter. She filled it to the brim, taking a cautious sip before making her way to the kitchen table.

She pushed aside a pile of unopened mail and travel brochures, finding a small space to set down her coffee. Her laptop sat closed in front of her, an open invitation to start her day with the mindless scroll of social media or catching up on emails, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, cradling the warm mug between her hands as she soaked in the quiet stillness of the morning.

Just as she was starting to enjoy the peacefulness, her phone buzzed, vibrating its way across the cluttered table. She glanced at the screen and saw her coworker's name, Sara, flashing. With a bemused smile, she picked up the call.

“Hey, Sara. What’s up?” she greeted, her voice still thick with sleep. 

Sara’s voice crackled through the speaker, rapid and almost breathless with excitement. “Oh my God, Y/N! Did you see it? Tell me you’ve seen it! I just sent it to you!”

Y/N blinked, bewildered, her still sleepy mind struggling to catch up. “Uh, seen what?”

“Check your texts!” Sara insisted, her voice buzzing with so much energy that Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Alright, alright,” she muttered, pulling the phone away from her ear and opening the text message thread. A new message from Sara blinked at the top of the screen. She tapped on it, her thumb hovering over the image file for a moment before she clicked it.

Her eyes widened as the Daily Mail article loaded. It was a bright, glossy picture of her and Emilia Clarke from the other day. They were walking through the park, Emilia mid-laugh, her hand brushing against Y/N’s arm as they stood outside the café. The headline blared across the screen in bold letters:

"Emilia Clarke Enjoys a Cool Fall Day with a Mysterious Woman!"

Y/N nearly spat out her coffee, coughing as she read the caption below the photo. “‘The Game of Thrones star was seen enjoying a casual day out with an unidentified brunette, sparking rumors of a new romance...’” Her eyes widened, and she could almost hear Sara's barely-contained glee on the other end of the line.

“Are you kidding me?” Y/N muttered to herself, scrolling down the article. There were more pictures—one of her laughing at something Emilia had said, another of them at the café, their heads close together in conversation. Each image was accompanied by captions that only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “Who writes this stuff?”

Sara’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “So? Spill! Are you secretly dating Emilia Clarke, and you just forgot to tell me? Because that’s something you don’t forget to mention, Y/N!”

Y/N rubbed a hand over her face, feeling a mix of amusement and disbelief. “No, Sara, I’m not dating Emilia Clarke,” she said, shaking her head as she continued scrolling. “‘The pair appeared at ease as they strolled through the park, sparking rumors of a potential new love interest.’ Really?”

Sara giggled on the other end of the line. “I mean, they’re not wrong. You two looked super cute together. Who knew you’d have such an eventful first month in the UK?”

Y/N let out a huff of laughter. “Yeah, because this is exactly what I pictured—moving to a new country, getting mistaken for a celebrity’s new girlfriend in the tabloids. Totally normal.”   

They both laughed, the absurdity of the situation lightening the initial shock. Y/N glanced around her still-chaotic flat, the unpacked boxes and scattered belongings serving as a stark contrast to the glamorous life the article seemed to suggest she was part of.

Y/N shook her head, returning her attention back to the article. “‘The pair appeared to be quite cozy as they strolled through the park, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Could this be the beginning of a new celebrity romance?’” she read aloud, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unbelievable.”

“Cozy, huh?” Sara teased, giggling. “You know, this could be your big break into the world of tabloid fame!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, unable to hold back a laugh of her own. “Oh, great. Just what I need. My fifteen minutes of fame as Emilia Clarke’s mystery woman.”

Y/N glanced back at the article, a strange mix of amusement and disbelief washing over her. The way the article painted the day as some kind of romantic rendezvous was almost comical, if not for the fact that it was now out there for the world to see.

“Well, I have to go, but we’re not done talking about this!” Sara warned, still giggling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

Y/N set her phone down and leaned back in her chair, chuckling to herself. “Emilia Clarke’s mystery woman,” she muttered with a shake of her head. The idea was so absurd it was almost laughable. She glanced around her cluttered flat, her eyes landing on an open box filled with books she still hadn’t unpacked.

“Well, if I’m going to be famous, I guess I should at least finish unpacking,” she said to no one in particular. With a grin, she pushed herself up from the table and set to work. After all, it wasn’t every day you got mistaken for a celebrity’s love interest in the tabloids. She might as well enjoy it.

Emilia’s POV

The late morning sun was warm on Emilia’s skin as she settled into a wicker chair in her garden, cradling a mug of steaming tea between her hands. It was a rare, quiet Saturday morning, and she intended to savor it. The garden was her sanctuary, a little pocket of green amidst the bustling city, filled with blooming flowers and the soft hum of bees. She took a sip of her tea, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves as she let herself relax into the tranquility of the moment.

Her phone, resting on the small table beside her, buzzed with a notification. She ignored it at first, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful silence, but curiosity got the better of her. She reached for the device, glancing at the screen. It was a message from her publicist, Jackie.

Jackie: What do I need to know about this?

Emilia frowned, confusion furrowing her brow as she opened the attachment. Her eyes widened as the Daily Mail article loaded, the headline jumping out at her in bold letters:

“Emilia Clarke Enjoys a Cool Fall Day with a Mysterious Woman!”

A groan escaped her lips, loud enough to disturb a few birds perched in the nearby tree. “Oh, for the love of—” she muttered, scrolling through the article. There were pictures of her and Y/N from the other day, walking through Hampstead Heath, laughing at the café. The captions were all suggestive, spinning a narrative that was completely out of line with what had actually happened.

She rubbed her forehead, her mind racing. How had the paparazzi even found her? It had been such an ordinary day, and she hadn’t noticed anyone following them. Her eyes skimmed the article again, noting how it made Y/N out to be her new love interest, emphasizing their supposed chemistry and the cozy atmosphere between them.

Before she could fully process her irritation, her phone rang, Jackie’s name flashing on the screen. Emilia sighed and answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Good morning, Jackie,” she greeted, trying to keep her tone light despite the frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

“Morning? More like afternoon at this rate,” Jackie quipped, but her tone quickly turned serious. “Emilia, what’s going on? Are you dating this woman or not? Because, from these photos, it certainly looks like there’s something going on.”

Emilia closed her eyes, the absurdity of it all almost making her laugh. “No, Jackie, I’m not dating her. I literally just met her the other day. I tripped over her in the park, we had tea, and that was it.”

“Mhm,” Jackie’s voice was skeptical, but playful. “Because that’s how everyone looks at a stranger they just met. I mean, look at these pictures. You two look awfully cozy together.”

Emilia bit back a retort, her gaze shifting to the garden around her, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze. “We were just talking. She seemed nice, and we had a good conversation, but that’s it. I feel terrible for her—now she’s got her face plastered all over the tabloids because she happened to have tea with me.”

Jackie’s sigh was audible over the line. “You know this happens. You’re Emilia Clarke, for crying out loud. Every time you step outside, people notice. Whether you like it or not, that’s just how it is.”

“I know,” Emilia muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “But it’s not fair to her. She didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Maybe not,” Jackie conceded, her tone softening a bit. “But you can’t control what the paparazzi do. You know that. It’s part of the deal, unfortunately.”

Emilia was silent for a moment, staring down at the half-empty mug of tea in her hand. She’d been through this a hundred times before, but it never got any easier. And now this poor woman, who had probably just been trying to enjoy her day, was being dragged into the spotlight because of a random encounter.

“What can I do, Jackie?” Emilia asked quietly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I want to apologize to her, at least.”

Jackie was silent for a moment, considering. “I can try to find out where she works, or maybe get her contact information somehow. But you know how tricky this can get. We don’t want to overstep.”

“I know,” Emilia sighed. “But I just… I feel like I should do something. This is all so ridiculous, and now she’s caught up in it because of me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jackie said, her voice gentler now. “But try not to worry too much, okay? These things blow over. People will be onto the next story before you know it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Emilia murmured, though she didn’t feel much relief. She thanked Jackie and hung up, setting her phone down on the table with a frustrated sigh. The garden felt less serene now, the peaceful morning soured by the thought of Y/N being dragged into her chaotic world without warning.

She leaned back in her chair, staring up at the sky. It was such a small, silly thing—just a chance meeting and a bit of conversation—but it had spiraled out of control so quickly. And now Y/N, who seemed so kind and genuine, was probably dealing with the fallout.

Emilia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and let the cool air wash over her. She’d find a way to make this right, or at least to apologize. Somehow. But for now, all she could do was sit there, sipping her now-cold tea, and wonder how one simple day in the park had turned into this.

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G’iah: how do I know it’s you?

Y/N: cause if you shoot me, I’m still gonna love you and worship the very ground you walk on

G’iah: yeah that’s you.

Y/N: I could go on. There was this one time when I was a kid where I-

G’iah: baby you can stop!

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Who writes for Top!Reader x Daenerys Targaryen/Emilia Clarke? cause I miss my bbg 🥺

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Dear Sister

Pairing: Pedro Pascal!Original Character x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Tragedy, Romance, Death, Violence

Time Period: 1950s

Summary: Your sister means the world to you and God have mercy on anyone that causes her any harm. They will face your wrath in the worst way possible. Unfortunately, the time came and your lives have changed in a flash. Your actions have made you the most feared woman in the town which has piqued the interest of Death. Who was supposed to collect your souls a long time ago...

Trigger Warnings: This story contains dark and disturbing themes like physical abuse, verbal abuse, child abuse, attempted suicide, attempted rape, self-harm, gore, violence, death, manipulation, murder, psychological and physical trauma. Each chapter will have the trigger warnings contained in it. 

Summary + Cast | Chapter 1

Below is the list of cast and characters and does not contain any triggers.

You (gif represents a scene in the story):

You are the oldest child in the noble Carter household. You have a difficult relationship with both of your parents. You adore your sister and you are dedicated to keeping her happy and safe. By any means necessary...

Emilia Clarke as Mina Carter:

Mina is the youngest in the Carter household and your younger sister. She loves to explore and meet people. She is very naïve and believes in helping people. Mina is adored by many in the town. Her mother and father tolerate her. She looks up to you and whenever you are around, you feel safe...

Jude Law as Frank Carter:

Head of the Carter household and father to you and Mina. He suffers from PTSD after fighting in WW2. He resorts to drinking and has occasional outbursts. Most of the time, your mother is able to calm him down before anything serious happens. He has a difficult relationship with you and Mina.

Emma Thompson as Victoria Carter:

Victoria is the wife of Frank, mother to you and Mina. She stresses the importance of image and looking presentable and classy. She has a decent relationship with Mina and tolerates you. She sees potential in Mina and arranged the engagement between her and Scott, much to your dismay.

Tom Hopper as Scott Phillips:

Mina’s fiancée and only son in the Phillips household, another noble house. Scott likes to spend his time hunting animals and exploring outside of the town. He loves danger and is overconfident in his strength. 

Henry Golding as Marcus Adams:

Marcus is a newcomer to the town and an aristocrat. He makes sure that no one knows of his status. He likes to observe and see what this town has in store for him. 

Daniel Brühl as Dr. Elias Hugo:

The town’s doctor, he came there a few years ago and at first wasn’t welcomed. After saving a child’s life from infection, the town slowly began to trust him. He met you when your mother invited him over for dinner. He developed strong feelings for you but due to how much older he is than you, he feels ashamed to pursue his feelings. 

Jennifer Connelly as The Lady of the Lake:

The mysterious Lady of the Lake. Not much is known about her except her story is used to scare children from swimming at night. Mina enjoys the story and wants to meet her one day. You don’t believe the story but wonder why Mina is so determined to meet her.

Pedro Pascal as Death:

Death can come in many forms and this time chooses the form of a human man. Death has watched all souls from the moment they are born to the moment their time is up. Death is particularly interested in your town as there are darker secrets than you will ever know. 

Peter Dinklage as The Mark:

The Mark is a mysterious being often associated with Death. His purpose is to warn souls not to fight their fate. Some welcome the company of the Mark as he comforts them when they pass. The Mark can change into whatever form the soul wishes. 

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Mother of more than Dragons.- a Fernando Alonso smau

Fernando Alonso x Actress!Reader

Summary: Fans are worried becuase you haven’t been spotted at the track for a couple months. You and Fernando proceed to break the internet.

Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke

Takes place over 2022/2023 seasons

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F1: Breaking news!! Alpines Fernando Alonso to miss Azerbaijan Grand Prix due to personal reasons. He will be replaced by Alpine reserve driver and F2 champion Oscar Piastri!!

Comments:

Username: Omg!! Not Oscar coming in for one of the hardest races of the season!

Username: I hope everything’s okay with Alonso

Username: Do you think it has something to do with Y/n

Username: maybe!

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Yusername: Welcome to the world Miá Sofiá Alonso 06.04.22. Momma and Papá are so happy to meet you. We love you to the moon and back princess.

Tagged: FernandoAlonso

Comments:

Ybffusername: Omg!!!!!! She’s here!! Congratulations!

MinttuRaikkonen: Congratulations my friends!!

HannaVettel: Welcome to parenthood guys!

SebastianVettel: Congratulations from the family and I!

JasonMamoa: Congratulations Y/nnnnnnn!!! Baby dragons!!

SophieTurner: omg!!! Welcome to the world little Mia!

Beyoncé: Congratulations Y/n and Fernando! Welcome to motherhood.

F1: Welcome to the world baby Alonso!

SamCalflin: Congratulations Y/n!! She’s beautiful.

FernandoAlonsoOfical: Thank you for creating our treasure Mi Reina( My queen) Te Amo.

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FernandoAlonsoOficial: Bienvenida al mundo mi princesa (welcome to the world my princess). 06.04.22 Miá Sofiá Alonso.

Ynusername is doing amazing and we should be home in a couple days.

Comments:

JensonButton: Congratulations Nando!! She’s beautiful!

SebastianVettel: Congratulations Fernando! Welcome to the world little Miá!

CarlosSainz55: Feliciades Fernando!!!

F1: Congratulations to your new family Fernando!

AlpineOffical: félictations Fernando!

LeoMessi: Feliciades Fernando!

MarkWebber: Congratulations Nando!! Let me know if you guys need anything!

Ynusername: Te quiero mucho querido! 🥰❤️(I love you so much my love)

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Ynusername: 6 years ago I met the love of my life. Three years later we got married. This year we welcomed Miá into our lives. Thank you for being my best friend and the best father to our princess! Happy 3rd Anniversary my beloved, I love you forever. 🥰

Tagged: FernandoAlonsoOfical

Comments:

EstebanOcon: Happy Anniversary you guys!

SebastianVettel: Happy Anniversary you two.

FernandoAlonsoOfical: Happy Anniversary mi vida!

SophieTurner: Happy Anniversary to the mother of dragons and her dragon!

Username: HAPPY anniversary!!

Username: can’t believe it’s been 6 since they started seeing each other.

FernandoAlonsoOficial:

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FernandoAlonsoOficial: Mi Vida(my life), Mi Reina(my queen)

How you’ve changed my life over the last 6 years. Thank you for standing by me through every decision over the years. That day 6 years ago when you stepped into the garage stopped my world and you became my world. Thank you for giving me a beautiful daughter who lights up my life. Thank you for giving me something to come home to.

Te amo hasta la luna y las estrellas( I love you to the moon and stars). Te amo hoy y te amaré todos los días por el resto de mi vida.(I love you today and will love you for the rest of my life.)

Comments:

ynusername: Te Amo Mi Amor 🥰

JensonButton: Happy Anniversary you guys!!!

MarkWebber: Aren’t you happy I told you to go for it? 😁

FernandoAlonsoOficial: 🖕🏻

EstebanOcon: Happy Anniversary

F1: Happy Anniversary Fernando and Y/N

AstonMartin: Can’t wait to see this beautiful family in our garage come March!!

OscarPiastri: Happy Anniversary!

June 4th 2023

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ynusername: My little Miá,

I can’t believe you are already a year old! You’ve brought such joy and laughter into mine and papa’s life and we couldn’t love you more! I can’t wait to see the type of person you’ll grow up into but at the same time I don’t want you to grow up!

Tagged: FernandoAlonsoOficial

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FernandoAlonsoOficial: mi hermosa princesa( my beautiful princess)

[mondaysamiright]

Falling Into You

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: When Y/N moved to the UK, the last thing she expected was to be tripped over by Emilia Clarke.

Author’s Note: I’m so American so I apologize if I’ve messed up any the locations in this story.

Part 2 Part 3

Sunlight filtered through the golden leaves above, casting a gentle, warm glow over Hampstead Heath. It was one of those perfect autumn days, the sky a clear, endless blue, the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. Y/N wandered along the path, her boots crunching against the gravel as she took in the unfamiliar yet beautiful surroundings. She had been in London for a few weeks now, but the sense of being out of place still lingered. Hampstead Heath, with its sprawling meadows and ancient trees, almost reminded her of home, of the Colorado mountains.

She spotted a large pile of leaves off the path, a playful temptation she couldn’t resist. Smiling to herself, she detoured and threw herself down into the pile, feeling the satisfying crunch beneath her as she spread her arms wide and stared up at the clear sky. The coolness of the leaves seeped through her jacket, but she didn't mind. It was a simple joy, a moment of carefree abandon she hadn’t experienced in what felt like ages.

The wind rustled the leaves around her, the park’s tranquility wrapping around her like a blanket. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the nostalgia of autumn back home. The stillness, however, was short-lived.

A soft thud, followed by a surprised gasp, shattered the quiet, and Y/N felt a weight suddenly collapse onto her midsection. Her eyes snapped open just as a to-go cup of tea tumbled through the air, its contents spilling across her jacket before the cup itself rolled harmlessly to the side. Y/N blinked, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.

She shifted, looking up to see a pair of wide, shocked eyes staring down at her. The woman, petite with tousled brown hair and a look of sheer horror on her face, was practically sprawled across her, half supported by Y/N and half sinking into the pile of leaves.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” the woman gasped, pushing herself up awkwardly, her cheeks flushing crimson. Y/N could only stare, her brain catching up to the fact that the woman who had just tripped over her was none other than Emilia Clarke.

Y/N scrambled to sit up, dislodging a few stray leaves from her hair, a flurry of apologies spilling from her lips as well. “No, no, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have been laying here like a, um, leaf pile lurker.” She winced at her own words, feeling her face heat up as she glanced at her now tea-stained jacket. “Really, it’s fine.”

Emilia, still looking mortified, grabbed her bag and rummaged through it, finally producing a handful of napkins. “Please, let me—” She moved closer, dabbing at Y/N’s jacket before abruptly freezing. Realizing she was patting down a stranger, she thrust the napkins into Y/N’s hands instead. “I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going, and then I tripped, and… I’ve ruined your jacket.”

Y/N looked down at the damp fabric and chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension. “At least it’s not coffee. It’s just a jacket, I can wash it when I get home.” She paused, noticing the slight shiver that ran through her despite her words. “Although, I might’ve chosen the wrong day to take a nap in the leaves.”

Emilia’s gaze softened as she noticed the slight tremor in Y/N’s hands. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’re shivering. There’s a café nearby—please, let me at least get you something warm. I feel terrible.”

Y/N hesitated but then nodded with a small smile. “Okay, but only if I can buy you tea in return. I’m partially to blame, after all.”

Emilia’s relieved smile was all the encouragement Y/N needed as they made their way back to the path, falling into step beside each other. The silence between them was surprisingly comfortable, and Y/N found herself glancing at Emilia out of the corner of her eye, still not quite believing that she’d literally run into the actress like this.

They reached the café, a quaint little place tucked away from the more crowded areas of the park. A bell chimed softly as they entered, the warm air and rich scent of coffee and pastries enveloping them. 

“I’m getting your coffee,” Emilia announced with a grin, already heading for the counter.

Y/N raised a brow, matching her smile. “Then I’m getting your tea.” They stood side by side, placing their orders and handing over their cards—Emilia for the coffee, Y/N for the tea. They waited for their order, occasionally glancing at each other for a moment before Y/N spoke. 

"I'm Y/N by the way." She extended her hand, feeling a spark of warmth as Emilia's smaller hand slipped into hers.

"Emilia." The actress' eyes sparkled with amusement as she shook Y/N's hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Y/N replied, trying to keep her voice steady as her mind helpfully reminded her that she was holding the hand of Emilia fucking Clarke.

The barista called out their orders, and they released their hands to accept the cups. Y/N was expecting to part ways now, but to her surprise, Emilia gestured to the seating area. 

“Would you like to sit for a bit?” Emilia asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. Y/N blinked, surprised, but nodded. “Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.”

They found a small table in a quiet corner of the café, away from prying eyes and curious glances. The sun streamed through the window, casting a gentle light over the polished wood and the small vase of fresh flowers between them. Emilia wrapped her hands around her cup, her eyes meeting Y/N’s over the rim with a curious intensity.

"So, Y/N, what brings you to London?" She asked, her tone light but genuinely interested, "You don't sound like you are from here." 

Y/N chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "You're right. I'm from the States, Colorado to be exact. I actually just moved here for work a couple weeks ago." 

Emilia nodded. "Do you like it here so far? I mean, besides the occasional unexpected stranger falling on you?" Her lips quirked in a teasing grin.

"I do. It's very different, but it's a good different," Y/N replied, returning her smile. "And hey, at least the company's not too bad."

Emilia laughed,  "Well, I'm glad I could help make your move a memorable one."

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as the memory of Emilia laying on top of her resurfaced. She quickly took a gulp of her coffee, willing her mind not to go there.

"So, what about you?" she asked, desperate to change the subject, "What brings you to Hampstead Heath?"

"Just taking a break from filming," Emilia said, a note of exhaustion in her voice. "I needed some fresh air, and this place always helps clear my head."

Y/N nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I can see why. It's beautiful." 

"It is a lovely place. Though I supposed it's not the same as what you're used to, is it? 

"No, not quiet. I guess I'm still getting used to everything being so...flat." Y/N laughed, but there was a wistfulness in her voice that was impossible to miss.

Emilia smiled sympathetically, her eyes searching. "Do you miss home?"

"Sometimes," Y/N admitted. "But I'm here now, and I'm determined to make the best of it. And hey, if I ever get homesick, I can always just go throw myself into a pile of leaves."

Emilia laughed, "Is being drenched in tea also part of the Colorado experience?"

"Only on special occasions."

They both laughed, the sound blending into the quiet hum of the café. As the minutes passed, conversation flowed more easily between them. They talked about Y/N’s move, her impressions of London so far, and Emilia’s own love for the city. Y/N found herself relaxing more and more, drawn in by Emilia’s warmth and genuine interest.

The café had filled up around them, but their little corner remained a small bubble of quiet conversation and shared smiles. Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised at how much time had passed. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for over an hour,” she said, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Emilia looked equally surprised, her eyes widening slightly as she followed Y/N’s gaze to the clock. “Wow, you’re right. Time flies when you’re in good company, I guess.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

They lingered for a few more minutes, exchanging a few more stories before Emilia glanced at her phone, a small sigh escaping her. “I should probably get going, but this was… really nice.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. “Yeah, it was. Thanks for the coffee, and, uh, for not being mad about the whole tripping incident.”

Emilia laughed.. “I think I’m the one who owes you thanks for not being mad. I did spill my tea all over you, after all.” 

They both stood, an awkward silence stretching between them as they gathered their things. Y/N shifted from one foot to the other, searching for the right words. “Um, thanks again. For the coffee and, you know, the company. It was really nice talking to you.”

Emilia hesitated, her eyes searching Y/N’s for a moment before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Y/N in a quick, almost shy hug. The unexpected warmth and softness of the embrace caught Y/N off guard, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around Emilia, careful not to hold on too tightly. It was over almost as quickly as it began, and they stepped back, both of them slightly flushed.

“Take care, Y/N,” Emilia said softly, her eyes warm but tinged with something Y/N couldn’t quite place. 

With one last smile, Emilia turned and headed for the door. Y/N watched her go, her heart thudding in her chest as the bell above the door chimed softly, the sound carrying on the cool breeze that followed Emilia out into the park.

Y/N stood there for a moment longer, the warmth of the hug still lingering on her skin, the scent of Emilia’s perfume faint in the air. She exhaled slowly, a small smile pulling at her lips as she turned back toward the empty table.    

Emilia Clarke. Tea. And an unforgettable afternoon. London, she thought, was turning out to be more interesting than she expected.

[fandomnerd9602]

G’iah: I’m a skrull. I’m not human like you

Y/N: so what? I love you for-

G’iah shifts back to her true skrull form.

Y/N: woah

G’iah: see! I knew you’d react like this

Y/N: I was going to say green is like my favorite color and it looks amazing on you

G’iah actually blushes

[cigarettesaftersae]

homesick - 10 every breath you take

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

Christmas note at the bottom:p

Inside this warm and cozy cafe, off to the corner of the small town lays two pretty best friends. With soothing coffee juzz steaming up the air and flowers on the wall, “You have to, please.” Mel insists, her eyebrows flared up like Emilia Clarke as you shake up some orders. Your back turned, facing all the customers and her till you once again answer with a “No, I already told you I’m busy.”

“Oh with what? All you’re doing is dressing up for a bit. I need a model for like a second.”

“Yeah last time that happened, it wasn’t for one day.” Ever so the stubborn girl you are, staying determined with your one and only answer. It was necessary for your opposing answer which originated on past events when you last accepted with care, Mel had took you captive for about a whole day and two.

“And I’m busy with… my job, and writing and stuff.” Your brief words didn’t come out quite confident leaving a suspicious thought in Mel’s head

“Right… and what is your writing about?”

“Gothic literature, isn’t that cool?” You try and change the subject to rinse her mind of what she was trying to pull you into. Modeling for her new brands of clothes on the company she worked on, the last time you did it you found yourself on the cover of a magazine. Last time, you checked you wrote for those kinds of stuff not posed for it.

“Y/n, please, babygirl.” Her persistence was unwavering, her begging carrying a desperation that might seem excessive for something as trivial as this appointment.

“Can’t you ask someone else?” you say, tilting your head slightly. “Or maybe get one of your teammates—or a co-worker—to help you out instead. That one guy, uhh…Jude?”

“I can’t.” Mel groans in distress “We were in a meeting and they all just chose me as a recruiter because last time they seemed to like you.”

“Uhh ever heard of rejecting an offer?”

“Well you weren’t there, they just pushed it on me.”

“You’re horrible, absolutely horrible” You say with narrow eyes and an accusing pointing finger between her eyes

“And you’re lovely, that’s why they want you.” Her lips curved into a cocky smile

“So that’s a yes.”

“Nope”

Your focus remained locked on Mel’s brown eyes, so drawn in, like a black hole, that you didn’t notice Sae walking out to the front—a rare occurrence when he was working. As he handled a few orders, your attention stayed with Mel, your preoccupation earning you the unofficial title of Bad Employee of the Month.

Then something shifted. Mel’s gaze wasn’t on you anymore. It had drifted past, landing directly on Sae Itoshi.

You didn’t need to read her mind; her expression screamed it loud and clear. Still, you tried to cut it off before it started. “Uh, no.”

“Ugh—why not? Who is that hottie? Why didn’t you tell me you were working with a total babe?” Mel squealed, her excitement bubbling in her usual girly fervor. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “He even looks kind of familiar...”

“That’s Sae Itoshi,” you said, keeping your tone casual, though you already anticipated her reaction.

As expected, Mel’s jaw dropped. She froze, eyes wide and unblinking, stuck in a loop of shock.

“No way. That’s Sae Itoshi?”

“He’s going to reject. He’s kind of a dingus,” you said, shrugging.

“A dingus? Uhh, that is Sae Itoshi. Awesomely hot, insanely talented, and clearly too cool for this job,” she gushed, practically vibrating in place as she ogled him.

“Are you kidding me?” you deadpanned. “The guy’s gotten like half the orders wrong today, and I’ve been secretly fixing them. This guy order a coffee with no cream and he put two extra creams. How does that happen? He’s only good at soccer.”

Mel, entirely unfazed, sighed dreamily. “He’s even more gorgeous in person. And his lashes—ugh, they’re longer than mine. That’s just unfair.”

“Yeah, he’s also Mister Mysterious Childhood Boy,” you muttered, almost to yourself, but loud enough for Mel to catch it.

Her silence was deafening, her expression screaming realization. “Wait... Like, as in vending machine boy? That was Sae Ito—”

You slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her exclamation. “You’re so loud!” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s gonna hear you!”

Mel’s wide eyes darted between you and Sae, her excitement barely contained even through your palm.

“He’s not gonna agree to your modeling—Mel, what are you doing?” you whisper-yelled as she suddenly got up from her seat.

Without hesitation, she crossed the room, her gaze locked on Sae like a predator zeroing in on prey. You scrambled to follow her, but she was too quick. Standing across the counter from him, Mel leaned in slightly, her confidence radiating.

“Agree to my team’s model,” she said firmly, her voice carrying the kind of determination that could stun anyone. But would it be enough to sway someone like Sae Itoshi?

You caught up to her, panic bubbling up as you tugged at her arm. “Mel, stop—”

She turned to hush you with a dramatic wave of her hand, not even sparing you a glance.

“Please,” she continued, her voice softer now, almost pleading as she looked directly at Sae. “It’ll help your soccer career. Think of the exposure.”

Sae’s gaze locked onto her, sharp and assessing, as though he was scrutinizing every inch of her with an intensity that made even you uncomfortable. His expression was unreadable—cold, calculating, and completely unaffected by Mel’s enthusiasm.

“You think I need someone like you,” he began, his voice low and cutting, “to boost my career? A lousy loot like you?”

The words dripped with disdain, slicing through the air like a blade.

“It’ll magically help our dearest Y/n,” Mel insisted, her tone softening into a pleading lilt as she leaned just a bit closer.

You cut in, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Sae, you don’t have to—”

But Sae raised a hand, silencing you without so much as a glance. His attention stayed on Mel, his expression unchanged, icy and unmoving.

“What clothing?” he asked, his tone devoid of enthusiasm, as if the very question bored him.

“Calvin Klein,” Mel blurted out, her voice quick and eager, clearly hoping to sway him.

Sae’s gaze didn’t soften, nor did his expression change. “Talk to my assistant about it,” he said flatly, turning away as if the conversation was already over.

Mel turned to you, a smug grin tugging at her lips. “Huh… that was way easier than I thought. Did you notice how he started to agree after I mentioned you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re in denial. He started to agree after you mentioned Calvin Klein.”

But Mel wasn’t done connecting dots. Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Wait—didn’t you say your co-worker took care of you when you got sick?”

“Yeah, why?” you replied with a shrug, unsure where she was going with this.

Mel’s jaw dropped slightly, her voice dropping to an excited whisper. “It was Sae!”

You stared at her, unbothered. “Yeah, so what? He was only doing it because Maria convinced him.”

“Righttt…” Mel dragged out the word, a knowing smirk creeping onto her face. “Because Maria convinced him. Totally not because he secretly cares about you or anything.”

You shot her a flat look. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows with a sly grin. “Or am I just really good at reading the signs?”

“You’re really good at being delusional,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Mel ignored your jab, her excitement undeterred. “So… do you still want to model?”

You raised a brow. “You got Sae Itoshi on the job.”

“Yes, but we need a girl too,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You sighed heavily, the weight of her persistence finally wearing you down. “Fine,” you groaned “but you owe me lots and lots of hot chocolate with whip cream too.”

—

“I seriously can’t believe you got Sae Itoshi to model for us,” one of Mel’s coworkers gushes, her eyes practically sparkling as they linger on Sae’s striking face.

Mel smirks, adjusting her clipboard. “It actually wasn’t that hard.”

You glance at Sae, who stands just a few steps away, quiet and composed as always. Mel and her team buzz around, preparing the set.

“I thought you weren’t going to do this,” he says, his tone neutral but his teal eyes briefly meeting yours.

“Mel’s magic words,” you reply lightly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Do you usually model?” Sae ask after a pause.

“Once, Mel needed someone for some bra product photo shoot. Next morning, I woke up on the cover of a magazine.”

He hums in response, his gaze sweeping over the bustling set. Then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, his eyes return to yours. “You must be used to this,” you say, quieter now, almost hesitant.

For a moment, there’s silence. His eyes hold yours—steady, piercing, and unreadable. It feels as though the rest of the world has melted away. If you let your imagination run wild, you could almost believe his hand and yours were inching closer, magnetized by some unspoken force.

But then, just as quickly, he looks away, breaking the spell. You blink, jolted back to the present, and wonder what went through his mind. Sae Itoshi: so mysterious, so cold—and yet, you think, there’s something there. A flicker of something only you seem to notice.

“Alright, the set’s all ready. You two good to go?” Mel strides over, clipboard in hand, her tone brisk.

You nod, stealing a glance at Sae. He pinches the skin on his left thumb, a small, almost imperceptible gesture.

Was he nervous? No, that couldn’t be it. Sae Itoshi doesn’t get nervous. Maybe it was a habit, or perhaps a ritual for luck. Either way, the action felt oddly human, peeling back another layer of the enigma before you.

Ever so mysterious, you think, ever so unreachable. And yet, here he was, standing right next to you.

“First up is you,” Mel says with a smile, her tone cheerful but commanding as her eyes land on you.

Your stomach drops, and you feel the weight of regret settle over you. Why had you agreed to this again? You swallow hard, forcing a weak smile in return.

“You’ll be introducing a new product my team and I developed,” Mel explains, her clipboard held tight against her chest. “It’s a casual pair of baggy jeans—super trendy right now. And…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “You’ll also be introducing a bra product.”

“Again?” you groan, your voice dripping with exasperation.

Mel smirks knowingly. “You have to do it. We used your exact measurements to model this bra. You just have the greatest boobs”

“Excuse me?” Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Before you can argue further, Mel spins you around and gives you a gentle shove toward the set. “Go on,” she says, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.

Still reeling, you reluctantly take your position. Behind you, Mel turns to Sae, her professional demeanor returning.

“And you,” she says briskly, “my teammate will explain your job.”

Sae’s icy gaze shifts to her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he doesn’t move, as though considering whether to comply. Then, without a word, he walks off toward the team member, his posture confident and detached, like he’s done this a hundred times before.

Mel watches him go, her smirk softening into a satisfied smile. “Always so compliant when he wants to be,” she murmurs, mostly to herself.

You glance back at Sae, watching as he listens to instructions with his usual calm intensity. Even from this distance, there’s something about his presence that feels larger than life—aloof, yet magnetic.

“Focus!” Mel’s voice cuts through your thoughts, snapping you back to your own task. You sigh, adjusting the fit of the jeans as the camera crew begins to circle. “Okay okay..” you mumble with a pout.

The shoot finally began, a flurry of activity surrounding you as the crew adjusted your outfit, tended to your makeup, and ensured every detail was perfect. Under the lights, you posed modestly, doing your best to follow their instructions.

Once your turn was over and you stepped off the spotlight, you made your way back to Mel, a warning already on your lips. “You better not use those for any covers,” you said, narrowing your eyes at her.

Mel held up her hands defensively, though her grin was anything but innocent. “I told you, we’re sending these to our manager. He decides if they’re good enough.”

She paused, then added with a mischievous glint in her eye, “He just seems to really like your pictures... and I’m sure Sae will too.

Mel punctuated her tease by wiggling her eyebrows dramatically.

“That’s… a no,” you replied flatly, crossing your arms.

“Oh, come on,” Mel whined, clasping her hands together in an exaggerated plea.

“Come on what?

“It’s obvious,” she said, as if the answer were written in neon lights above your head.

“No, it’s not. And I barely have time for… all that,” you countered, waving a hand dismissively.

“You can’t just push it away,” Mel pressed, her tone edging toward exasperation.

“Watch me,” you shot back with a bit of sarcasm, turning on your heel with a pointed glare.

Sae takes up the stage as if the stage was made for him, besides his unbelievable soccer talents he butchered flawless beauty like no other. Leading all eyes on him, finding it hard to pass by him since anyone even maybe you wanted to just stay right where he was. “Hey” the voice capturing you, shocking you into reality, looking up you see Jude, Mel’s very handsome co-worker you might add “oh, hey” you wave a smile “I’m glad you came back here to help us. It’s a great pleasure” His smile grinned and shined his pearly white teeth, his bold lips, and arch on his nose completing his looks. “It’s my pleasure” Your gaze drifted back to the red hair ahead. Jude caught the shift “Heard Mel and you recruited him, how’d you do it?”

“It was mostly Mel actually.”

“Mel said the same thing but instead you did most of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing full well it was exactly the kind of thing Mel would say. Before you could respond, the shoot wrapped up, and Sae stepped out of the spotlight.

It wasn’t the sight of him leaving that caught your attention—it was the fact that he was walking straight toward you. Your breath hitched as he got closer. The faint yet rich scent of his cologne reached you first: a blend of woody tones with something warm, almost soothing, like the ocean at sunset. It overpowered your thoughts, lingering more than the presence of Jude standing right next to you. Sae stopped just short of you, his voice calm and unhurried. “I’m heading to Maria’s. Did you want to come?” The question floored you. Of all the things Sae Itoshi could say, this was not one you—or anyone else in their right mind—would have expected. “Oh…well I promised I was going to hang out with Mel. I’ve been really busy lately and she just got back in town.” His expression remains the same, but you notice maybe…a pout on his lips? Maybe you’re imagining things, yeah.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there with a strange knot of guilt and confusion in your chest.

“Well, I’m gonna get going,” you said to Jude, barely meeting his gaze before taking off. “Got a whole day ahead.”

You hurried away, only to bump straight into Mel, who grabbed your shoulders dramatically.

“What was that?” she asked, her tone laced with incredulity.

“What was what?” you replied, feigning innocence.

“That, he was basically asking you, ‘come with me baby,’ like a Jake and Rose” Mel even re-acts the scenes from the Titanic, hugging out her arms towards you

“Uh, he definitely did, in his Sae Itoshi way,” she insisted, wagging a finger at you. “Also, is Jude still trying to hit on you?”

“Hit on me?” you repeated, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah, girl. He’s into you,” Mel said with a knowing nod.

You shrugged it off with a laugh. “I’m not into anyone, so good luck to anyone out there.”

.

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extra

On a Monday afternoon, Sae sat across from you, as he did every week for your usual Monday lunch. This week, however, the air carried a faint buzz of holiday cheer—it was Christmas week, a time for joy, presents, and festive cheer. None of which seemed to affect Sae’s ever-aloof expression.

In front of you sat a half-empty cup of coffee, its warmth still rising in faint wisps, while Sae quietly worked his way through a simple meal of rice and salted kelp.

Without a word, you reached into your bag and placed a small, wrapped box on the table, carefully sliding it toward him. It was neatly tied with a red bow, and the sight of it felt slightly out of place next to his no-nonsense demeanor.

“I got you a present,” you said, your tone casual but with a hint of nervousness as you tried to gauge his reaction. “You can open it right now.” You smile, and he looks at you then back at the box. His slender fingers unfolding the bow and lifting the top finding a mini plushie of himself inside and laying beside his mini version is a note. “You can read the note later” You rush before he opens it.

“It’s me” He says lifting up his plushie. “With a small star on your head” You giggle softly

“Here” Sae slides over a box and you gasp “No Way, a present from the Sae Itoshi.”

“Just open it” He looks out to the window. With a peek inside, you see a bit of fur, it’s soft and cute. A cat plushie, which you discussed with him when you were sick. “Are you Santa?”

“Only if you like stupid stuff like that” Sae remarks, watching as you gleam at the present he brought.

With a wave of goodbye, you two separate away into the snow and Sae heads off to his black gleaming car. Sitting inside on his passenger sit was your present. He gently opens your note card, being greeted with an tongue out :p emoji, “Merry Christmas Sae, I hope you like the present and for next year that you smile more often rather than being a grumpy grinch. You have nice dimples.” love, y/n

[ms-rampage]

Anything For Khaleesi

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Language. Some fluff.

Word count: 4k

Author's note: I am a firm believer that Soap has a crush on Game of Thrones character Daenerys Targaryen (or Emilia Clarke in genral), and refers to her as his wife. So Y/n decides to exploit that crush. Also, lots of Game of Thrones talk, sorry to those who don’t watch the show. I had only recently started watching it myself. 😅😅😅

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So you've been working with the 141 Task Force for not long, you're an operator. Ever since your arrival Soap had taken a liking to you, but of course he would never admit it.

He played it off as being friendly, since he's that way with everyone, but you were 100% sure he has a crush on you.

One time you were going to his room because he had borrowed some laundry detergent. Oh the irony, you hope he hadn't used all of it since you bought it in bulk and was expensive.

When you approached his quarters, you knocked on the door. "It's me!." you say before being allowed entry.

"It's open." you hear him respond.

You enter, and hear the sound of a dragon, and people screaming coming from his TV.

"Game of Thrones?." you ask, turning to look at what he's watching.

"Mhm." he hums, not looking away from the TV.

"Do you still have that laundry detergent I let you borrow last week?." you ask, turning to him, but his full attention is on the television.

"It's over there." he answers, motioning to the shelf behind you. Taking it from the shelf, needing to get some laundry done before you're stuck with piles of paperwork for the next few weeks.

"Catching up?." you ask him, on his status of the show.

"Rewatching." he replies, still not paying attention to you.

You could've walked into his room naked and he probably wouldn't even notice, or naked with a baby dragon on your shoulder.

"Your eyes are glued to that damn tv." you joked, trying to break his concentration.

To your surprise, he actually looks away from the TV to look at you.

"You watch the show?." he asks, sitting up slightly in his seat.

"I’ve only watched up until season 4. Mid season 4." you tell him, "Haven't caught up since."

He chuckles, "You're a few seasons behind lass." He has that cute little side smirk that made you fall for him, but you’d never tell him that. It would cause a lot of teasing from his end.

You sigh, "Yeah, I know, but I have laundry to do, I'll catch up at some point. I gotta get going, I’ll see you around.”

“See you later lass.” he says, before leaving his room.

Fast forward to several weeks later, a few weeks away from Halloween. You assumed no one dressed up for the day. The occasional decoration here and there, some candy, but nothing serious.

You chuckle, as you knock on his door, “You alright in there Soap?.” You don’t know, but he actually jumped as you knocked at his door.

Ghost scared you on a mere daily basis, especially when he would turn up unexpectedly as you walked down the hall. So that can count as a Halloween scare. Walking down the same hall as Soap’s quarters, which is in the same building as yours. You hear the sound of moaning coming from his room.

Getting up from his seat to open the door, “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” he says, trying to keep his cool, and himself collected.

“Alright, cause it sounds like you’re watching porn in there.” you joke which makes him turn red.

“I’m, uh, watching Game of Thrones.” he mutters, “It's at a-.”

“Sex scene?.” you finish his response, “I figured. Well I won’t interrupt, enjoy your sex scene.”

That response makes him laugh, “You’re welcome to come in, since you need to catch up on the show.”

You decided to take him up on his offer, “You know what? Sure, I’ll watch it with you.” That put a smile on his face.

You can’t tell, but he’s internally doing flips, and cartwheels because Soap does, in fact, have a crush on you. Gaz and Alex being the only ones who know this, Ghost doesn’t really interfere in that sort of thing, and Price suspects Soap has a thing for you, but not it being mutual.

“What season are you on?.” you ask him, taking a seat on his couch.

“Finishing up season 7.” he tells you, “Am I gonna rewatch it again? Yes.”

“I got to season 5.” you tell him, “So spoilers are ahead of me for this season.”

“I got you.” he grabs the remote, and changes the episode to season 5, “What episode?.”

“I believe episode 9.” you tell him, “I’m getting to that one.”

He changes it to season 5, episode 9. The Dance of Dragons. It gets to the part where they’re in the fighting pit, and the Sons of the Harpy are attacking, surrounding Daenerys, Missandei, Tyrion and Jorah, then Drogon comes to save them, taking Daenerys to safety.

“Daenerys and Missandei are totally in love with each other.” you say, “Either that, or they’re really really close friends.”

“Both, possibly?.” he says, “She’s had many lovers, Drogo, Daario, and spoiler, Jon Snow in the later seasons. If I had a woman like her, I’d never let her go.”

Now that makes you throw your head back in laughter, “You think you’d have a chance with the Mother of Dragons?.”

“Absolutely!.” he tells you in a matter of fact tone, “I would definitely have a chance with her.”

"You got a crush on her? Or Emilia Clarke?." you ask, shifting in your seat.

"Both." he responds, "She's my wife."

That really makes you holler out. He's ridiculous, and an idiot but he's your ridiculous idiot.

You two continued to watch the rest of season 5, then all of season 6, and you made your way into season 7. At some point you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. He felt butterflies in his stomach seeing you asleep. You looked so cute, and he didn't want to move, not wanting to wake you. A whole episode later, you wake up. Forgetting where you were. “Shit.” you mutter, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey sleepy head.” he teases youu, “You missed a few episodes of season 6.”

"How long was I asleep for ?." you asked, sitting up.

"An hour, you missed half of episode 2, and the first half of episode 3." he tells you, "Or at least I think you did."

You checked the time on your phone, and it was starting to get late. "I should get going, it's after 11."

Soap checks the time on his phone, "Shit, we really did watch a whole season. Well I did at least you fell asleep".

You sleepily laugh at his comment, "Shut up." Followed by a yawn.

You both get up from the couch, he opens the door for you while you gather your things. "Goodnight." you tell him.

"G'night." he responds as he closes the door.

A few days later, you're in your room doing some paperwork, taking a minute or 2 away from it. You search online for any Daenerys Targaryen outfits and a silver wig. You wanted to test the waters and see how Soap would react to you dressed as his so-called 'wife'.

You found a few of them, you were wondering what outfit would he like the most.

You settled with the blue dress she had worn season 3.

The silvery blonde wig, you wanted it to be real hair so it'll be easier to braid, but synthetic hair is slightly cheaper, and nearly similar. So that is what you went with. You ordered the dress, shoes, the wig and other accessories. Making sure you got the right size and measurements, even if it was a little big, you can always hem it, but if it was too small then you'd have to DIY your own dress after spending so much money on the one you purchased for one day, or somehow lose a ton of weight for it to fit.

With Halloween being a few weeks away, you hope it came sooner rather than at the last minute.

A week passed, and your items had arrived. You went to check for your mail, and everything came in a box. You looked like a gremlin going from the mailroom to your quarters with a semi large box in your hands.

Making it back to your room, you open the box and the dress is beautiful, from looking at it. It looks like it'll fit you.

The silvery blonde wig, now it won't suit you, but hey, it's only a costume, not a permanent look.

You had it prepared, and ready for Halloween, the wig you kept on a lamp that you never used. You hoped no one saw it, so you kept it at the far corner of your room covered by a stack of boxes.

You and Gaz were hanging out in the base's lounge area.

"Does anyone ever dress up for Halloween?."you ask him.

"Not really, with Ghost wearing his mask all the time, it feels like Halloween all the time." he tells you.

You let out a soft laugh, "Yeah, I can imagine."

"Price and Laswell usually have bowls of candy here and there, but nothing too major." he continues. "Why? Are you planning on dressing up?."

You shrug, as if you didn't spend money on a silvery blonde wig and a dress, "Probably not, wouldn't know what to dress up as anyway."

Some time later you walk down the hallway towards your room, and surprise, it's Soap man coming from the opposite direction.

"Y/n!." he calls out.

"Hey." you greet back to him.

"Haven't seen you for a while." he tells you, "Laswell keeping you busy?."

You let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, she's been keeping me busy. Paperwork that I still need to get done."

"I'll let you get back to it." he tells you, hand on your shoulder. "See you around."

And that day has come, Halloween. 7am. You took a shower before getting dressed, you put on a little bit of makeup before you got dressed. You carefully put the blue dress on, so it wouldn't get stained by your makeup. The cloak that came with the dress, the dark pants and boots.

This could be an everyday outfit for you, without the cloak though.

Finally, the wig, you had styled it the night before. Taking 2 small pieces of the hair making it into one braid, then taking 2 more pieces and making them into one braid. It sounds complicated, but the image helps out when doing it.

Luckily the wig came with a bald cap, keeping your actual hair away, and in place.

Having the whole outfit intact, you almost didn't want to look in the mirror out of embarrassment, but when you did, your whole face turned red.

"Oh my god." you hold back your laughter, one hand over your mouth. This color of hair did not suit you.

"Oh fuck, Y/n. What are you doing?." you tell yourself. Oh that's right, you wanna know if Soap actually has feelings for you, and so you dress up as The Mother of Dragons, Daenerys Targaryen for this holiday to get a reaction out of him.

Just go about your day, don't even acknowledge the fact you're wearing a very silvery blonde wig. It suits Emilia Clarke, but not you.

You gather your stuff and go on with your regular route on base. Soap probably isn't in his room, he's probably in his office, or chatting with the other members of the 141.

Your regular route involves going by Captain Price's office, and so you made a quick stop at his office. He's usually there, plus you had to give him some files that Laswell had you working on the past week.

Once you get to his office door you knock on it even though it's open slightly.

"Come in." he responds, looking down as he fills out some paperwork.

"Captain, I have the paperwork Laswell wanted me to give to you once I finished." you tell him as you enter.

"Set them down Y/n." he tells you. Setting them down on his desk.

"Was there anything else Laswell wanted me to do for you?." you ask him, still waiting for him to look up at you in this ridiculous wig and blue dress.

He sighs, "No, not that I-." He cuts himself off when he sees you in this costume. "Know of." He lets out a breathy chuckle that makes you burn red.

"Did you attend to the dragons, Khaleesi?." he asks in a joking matter, but playing along with whatever is it that you're doing.

You can't help but burst into laughter, "I did, and they're growing everyday. Soon they'll be able to feed themselves."

You both share a laugh for a few seconds.

"I think you're the only one who dressed up." he tells you. "That's if the others dress up."

"I would say Ghost too, but then he looks like that all the time." you tell him. "I think it'll be a tied costume contest if there's one."

You two chat for a bit, getting a few compliments from a few other soldiers walking by.

"Soap is gonna lose his mind when he sees you." Price tells you, "I know you and him are fans of the show."

"I'll know it when he sees me." you tell him, "I'll see you around Captain."

You continued down the hall, your usual route that you do everyday. You hear Gaz and Soap's voices coming from the lounge area. You stop in your tracks, fix your dress, and wig before proceeding.

Soap sat with his back to you while Gaz turned his head as you walked in.

"Hey guys." you greet them as you walk in. Keeping your cool, and trying to act like you're not wearing a costume.

"Uhh hey, Y/n." Gaz greets back. Soap hasn't looked at you until you sat in the chair in front of him.

"Hey Soap." you say, taking a seat in the chair across from home, looking through a book that is on the table in front of you.

"Hey Y/-." he stops as he is completely hypnotized by your appearance. Hand placed over his mouth. You can't tell if he's laughing, or crying, or both.

But his change of mood, makes you do the same.

"What?." you ask, putting on an innocent tone "What's wrong??."

"What are you doing?." he asks, if you didn't know any better you can tell his eyes were heart shaped right now.

"I'm doing anything." you say innocently. "Just reading." You flip through a page in the book you're 'reading'.

He knows what game you're playing, and it's a dangerous one. "You're a tease. You know that lass." he tells you before getting up from his seat and leaves.

"Am I a tease?." you ask Gaz.

"You planned this? Didn't you." he answers your question with a question.

"In a way." you respond. "Didn't mean to give him an awkward boner.". Making you two laugh.

Towards the end of the day, you've gotten many compliments on your costume. Hell, even Ghost complimented you, it's not unusual, but somewhat rare.

You're heading back to your room, right when you pass Soap's room his door immediately swings open, and he pulls you in. You didn't even have time to process what just happened, it was very quick.

Locking the door the second you're in. Pinning you against the door, both his hands on either side of your head. Your hands are down to your sides, flat against the door.

"You cheeky little minx, you thought I wouldn't notice lass." He tells you, his eyes dark and feral.

"I don't know what you're talking about Johnny." you tell him still playing the innocent card. His face inches away from yours.

"I think you do." he whispers in your ear, his whole body pinned against yours. You can tell your cheeks are red by the burning sensation you feel. Feeling a slight poke at your inner thigh.

"You wanted to get a raise out of me, did ya?." he growls, moving a strain of hair from the wig out your face.

A smirk now on your lips, "I know how to get you. It's quite easy."

One of his hands snakes to the back of your neck, the other on your waist. A growl comes from the back of his throat, "You know how to get me going, especially dressed like this."

His lips clash with yours, a moan escapes your mouth. One of your legs snakes around one of his. Both your hands on his shoulders.

His kisses are rough, and aggressive. His hand squeezes the back of your neck. Making your legs weak. Seeing this, he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you up. Carrying you towards his bed, dropping you onto the bed, breaking the kiss, letting you catch your breath.

"Fuck." you pant, biting your lip, looking up at him. He chuckles looking down at you, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Gotcha where I want you Khaleesi." he says with an exhale, before kissing you again. His lips hungry, and wanting more of you.

You hand trails up his shirt, he grabs your hand, stopping you from going further.

"Not so fast." he chuckles, breaking the kiss, "Since you decided to tease me. You're gonna take it like a whore."

His words made you wet down there. You can feel it. You love this feral side of Soap.

"Strip." he commands you, taking a few steps back to give you some space.

You start with the shoes, once those were off you got to the pants, lifting up the dress slightly to remove them.

Once those are off. You unclipped the cloak, tossing it aside, same with the necklace. You stop for a moment.

His eyes still dark, even more dark than from a few minutes ago. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?."

"No." you mutter in a soft, naive tone. Grabbing the dress but it's hem, you pull it up and over your head. Your bra and panties, matching the same color as the dress. You notice the bulge in Soap's pants.

You're about to remove your wig when his words stop you.

"Leave the wig on." he orders you. There you are standing in your sargeant's room in your matching bra and panties on Halloween. He can't help, but take in your beauty. He's had a crush on from the day he met you. The only thing in common you two have is this damn show, probably other things too.

"You're.. so beautiful." he tells you, feeling butterflies in his stomach. Cupping both your cheeks, and placing another kiss on your lips. Your hands gently touch his neck, one of them, tracing down to his pants.

His movements are fast, he quickly spins you around, forcing you to bend over on his bed. Knocking the wind out of you. "Shit." you mutter under your breath.

You hear the sound of his belt being undone, followed by a zipper. His rough, calloused hand giving you smack on your left ass cheek causing you to yelp.

He yanks down your panties, the only thing that was covering how wet you are. Running two of his fingers down your wet folds.

"Khaleesi, wet for me already, huh?." he teases, followed by a chuckle and him sucking on his fingers. You feel the tip of cock, teasing your entrance. Causing you to whimper and squirm.

One of his hands gripping your shoulder to keep you place, while the other is on your hip. Enjoying how you try to get away from him.

"Just like how the Dothraki fuck their women, huh?." he whispers in your ear, forcing his cock into your wet core.

"Fuck!." you exclaim, grabbing the bed sheet as he rocks his hips against yours. "Oh. Fuck."

Letting you adjust to his cock before pulling down, and shoving it inside you at a more aggressive pace. Your tight walls squeezing his cock as you push yourself back against him. Back arched.

Abusing your poor hole, stretching you out completely. You feel him put his hand on your stomach.

He chuckles, "Looks like I'm inside you, lass." Going back to his fast, rough pace.

You're holding onto his blanket for dear life, balling it up to muffle your screams into. He was ready to get you to cum over and over for the rest of the night.

Once he's done abusing your back hole, he turns you over onto your back. Both of you are sweaty, and out of breath, but he was determined to get you to cum.

Somehow your wig stayed on during all that. He kicks his shoes off, shirt already gone as well as his pants, and boxers. He stood naked before you, while the knky article of clothing you had on was your bra.

Trying to catch your breath, he attacks your neck with bites, and soothes them with kisses. Leaving his mark on you.

"Johnny, please." you beg, feeling your makeup run from the sweating you're doing.

A shit eating grin on his face with one hand on your waist, "Please what doll?."

You let out a pathetic moan, "Please fuck me."

Letting out a devious little chuckle, "Anything for Khaleesi."

He lines himself up with your soaked velvety entrance, and shoves himself in you. Pinning you down, grabbing both your wrists with one hand while the other remained on your waist, giving him a better advantage to rearrange your insides.

"Fuck." you cry, arching your back.

"You take me so well baby." he groans, snapping his hips back and forth against yours. "You know how to get me going."

Hoping no one hears the pathetic noises you're making, but at the same time you wouldn't really care, especially if he was making you feel this good.

You begin to feel yourself come undone.

"Fuck.. J-Johnny." you whimper, "I need to-." Followed by the most pathetic whimper you've ever produced.

"C'mon lass, use your words." he teases you yet again.

"I need to… cum." you cry, tears running down your face, "Please.". Your toes curling, feeling like you're losing control of your limbs.

"I want to cum with you." he tells you, one hand on the back of your neck again, "Together, can you do that for me?."

You let out an incoherent moan.

"Use your words, love." he places a kiss on your forehead that turns you into putty.

"Y-yes, Johnny.. I can." you try your best to mutter out. He continues to fuck you at an aggressive and rough pace, like he's trying to catch up with your euphoric climax. By the time he knows it, he's ready to release himself.

"Where?." he asks, holding back until you give him permission where to release himself.

"Inside.. please." you plead.

He raises his eyebrows, "You sure?."

Nodding, "Yes, please."

His movements become sloppy, and start to slow down. "Please, I need to-." you beg yet again.

"With me, my love." he tells you, foreheads touching. You both cum at the same time. The feeling of release, makes the both of you nearly pass out of pleasure. Soap drops himself on top of you. Breathing heavily, sweaty and needing to take a shower.

"You okay love?." he checks on you, moving the strain of wig hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." you respond, "You were amazing." Bringing a smile to his face, "You were better.". He places another kiss on your lips. He takes in the image in front of him.

You naked in bed with him, and dressed as the Mother of Dragons, or what is remaining of your clothes.

"I'm not sure how this wig stayed on during all that." you joked, taking it off for a second to fix it. Soap laughs at the fact you're wearing a bald cap to keep your actual hair intact.

"Nice bald cap lass." more teasing from the Soap man.

You let out a soft chuckle, before putting it back on "Shut up."

You two proceeded to stay in bed a little longer before showering, but you two ended up staying in bed for the rest of the night.

[house-of-daenerys]

ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀɴʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴ “ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ, ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜰʟʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ.” ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴍʙᴇꜱᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ… ᴄᴇʀꜱᴇɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴇɴᴇʀʏꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴꜱ ᴍᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ.. ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴀʀᴀ ꜱᴀɪᴅ “ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ.”

[call-sign-shark]

I’m still debating over the idea of putting a faceclaim to Heaven, knowing I’ll never be fully satisfied. And since I’m having a hell of an insomnia, I was wondering if you think white hair Emilia Clark has Heaven vibes. (From the ongoing Arthur x Reader!OC series Heaven in Your Eyes)

I swear finding a good white hair face claim is fucking impossible. Also this post is pure insomnia garbage and Shark talking a bit to herself.

[biggerbearficrecs]

RPF Fic Recs List

All under cut:

Jensen Ackles Danneel Ackles Jared Padalecki Genevieve Padalecki Natalie Dormer Glen Powell Emilia Clarke Pedro Pascal Tom Felton Renee Rapp Chace Crawford

More Than One (Threesomes and More)

Jensen Ackles x Reader x Danneel Ackles

Ships

Jenneel

divders by @saradika-graphics

[thebiggerbear]

RPF Fic Recs List

Rec list under "Read More":

Chace You Down by @impala-dreamer - Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance. (Chace Crawford x Reader)

Falling Into You by @mondaysamiright - When Y/N moved to the UK, the last thing she expected was to be tripped over by Emilia Clarke. (Emilia Clarke x Reader)

Hiccup by @romancingromanoff - In which the reader has a small role in Game of Thrones as one of the handmaidens to Margaery and they mess up their line a bit. (Natalie Dormer x Reader)

Love in the making by @cevansbaby-dove (Glen Powell x OC)

A new beginning by @cheynovak - Y/N and Misha became friends after Jensen introduced the two of you at his birthday party. Even though Y/N is a lot younger than Misha, Jensen saw a perfect match between you two. But… will Y/N and Misha feel the same way? (Misha Collins x Reader)

*I will add more as I go

dividers by @firefly-graphics