#I don't want to speak too soon but like... Ali is RIGHT THERE

[maidragoste]

I'm sorry

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

part 6

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Hello, sorry for the delay, I hope you like the new chapter. I warn you that from now on I will probably upload drabbles or one shots of the story before publishing chapter 8 Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. reblogs and likes are always appreciated

Some words are repeated a lot. especially "child" because Aemond refuses to call his son by his name and neither the Queen or Aegon know what his name is

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"I should go with you" you insisted looking at Aemond, who was your only company in your rooms since Aegon had gone to prepare for the travel to Harrenhal.

As soon as your husbands woke up from their nap, you asked your servants to bring them dinner. While they ate the three of them had planned their next moves, of course first Aegon and Aemond told you who were the ones who conspired for your murder. The truth was that you weren't surprised to hear that your first husband's lover had been part of the conspiracy, what surprised you was that she would give herself away by sending the poison antidote. What was even more surprising was that Borros Baratheon had been a participant. You knew that he is a proud man but you did not think that he would commit treason just because Aegon had not chosen one of his daughters as his wife. By the end of dinner, it was decided that you would stay in King's Landing and handle the execution of Borros Baratheon while your husbands would go to Harrenhal and handle Alys Rivers. You wanted to go with them, you wanted to meet Aemond's mistress and see what was so special about her getting your uncle to share a bed with her. Above all, you want Nix, your dragon, to be the one to devour the woman but you were weak to fly, you had to recover your strength and they couldn't afford to waste time waiting until you recovered. Both the king and the prince were afraid that someone would inform the witch that she had been found out and she would escape from her so they would not even wait for her to wake up but would leave right now and surprise the woman.

"You have to rest" he reminded you caressing your hand.

"I could fly with you or with Aegon," you insisted. You knew that Vhagar and Sunfyre would not harm you. Also, it would not be the first time you would fly with them.

"No"

"Why don't you want me to go?" you moved your hand away causing your husband to frown “Are you afraid that I will do something to the child? He would never hurt her"

"Don't you want me to get rid of the bastard too?"

"Of course not" you answered, startled, unable to believe that he was asking you that. You hated his mother, you hated that your husband had cheated on you, and the child was the living memory of Aemond's infidelity but that was not why you wanted his death, the baby was not to blame for your husband's decisions. Killing him wouldn't make you forget your husband's slight or make you feel better. "It is not the child's fault that you cannot keep it in your pants and that you have been unfaithful to me"

You hadn't even finished speaking when you noticed the fury in the prince's eye. But as fast as he saw him he disappeared.

“I don't know how many times I have to tell you until this enters your brain but I didn't sleep with that woman because she wanted to. She put a spell on me I wasn't in her bed of my own free will ”Aemond's voice was suddenly tired, unlike the previous times when he denied having had an affair with Rivers, it denoted anger“ And I don't want the child, I hate him. He is the reminder of everything that witch did to me. That child is going to be my great torment." For a moment you thought you heard your husband's voice crack. You realized that it had not been your imagination when he cleared his throat and avoided your gaze. For an instant, it came to you. memories of a little Aemond ashamed and devastated for not having a dragon "I hate myself for being such an idiot and letting myself be bewitched by that woman. You have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to sleep with her. She bewitched me.", got something in my wine or food. I swear"

You couldn't bear to see the suffering on your husband's face. You felt so guilty for having turned a deaf ear to her words, for not having believed him, for having made fun of him, for letting yourself be carried away by your anger and resentment. Before you could start apologizing the prince kept talking.

"Every time I heard that woman being named, I just felt anger and hate. Sometimes I even feel like throwing up thinking about…

"Aemond. I believe you" you interrupted him and took his face between your hands. You couldn't stand him continuing to torture himself remembering the witch "I believe you" you repeated caressing his cheek "I'm so sorry" you said trying to ignore the lump that formed in your throat. It was not your time to cry. Now it was about your husband, he was the one who suffered at the hands of that witch. If you wanted to murder Alys Rivers before, now even more. You wanted to make her pay for every time she hurt Aemond. "I should have heard you before"

"What matters is that now you believe me," said the prince, feeling like a burden was lifted from him. He didn't think he could ever completely forget what had happened in Harrenhal. But at least now that didn't come between you and him. Now you believe him.

"I love you" you kissed his forehead and you saw the hint of a smile on Aemond's face so you decided to do what when he was upset or discouraged "I love you," you said again, this time kissing him on the nose. You distributed more kisses all over his face, while you told him how much you loved him and you left his lips for last. You felt your heart warm at the prince's smile. "I love you" before you could kiss him yourself your husband stepped forward and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Aemond, we should be leaving now," Aegon said, entering the room.

Reluctantly you turned away from the prince. He looked annoyed at his brother for interrupting the moment.

"Have a good travel" you gave him one last kiss and watched him walk towards the door "Aemond" you called out to him before he left "It wasn't your fault what happened"

You didn't have to say more for Aemond to understand that you were talking about what happened in Harrenhal. He was surprised before your words. I didn't think you were right but it still felt good to hear them. He didn't know what to say so he just nodded in your direction and left the room. He didn't want to see you say goodbye to his brother so he decided to go ahead of Aegon and go find Vhagar.

Aegon looked at you expectantly, as if he was waiting for an invitation, you couldn't help but snort in amusement at the image of him.

"Come," you said, patting your bed and Aegon soon sat next to you "Have a good trip"

You didn't know if the first to reach the other's lips was Aegon or you. You couldn't help but feel guilty for enjoying the kiss. You felt as if you were betraying Aemond in some way as if you were cheating on him. Wanting to stop feeling that way, you pulled away from Aegon. He made a face, he wanted to keep kissing you. For him, he was never going to get enough of you but he knew he had to go.

"Wait, Aegon" you took your hand when he was getting up making him settle back "I need you to do something for me"

"Anything" he answered instantly causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow for not even thinking about it before.

"You will take care of Aemond and avoid something he might regret," you asked although the truth sounded more like an order.

"In general it's the other way around" replied the king with a hint of amusement "But I'll try"

"I'm serious" you sighed, hesitating to tell him what you really feared but needed him to take care of "I don't think Aemond would hurt the boy but I'm afraid that in a moment of anger, he made a decision he may regret. You guys they're just going to get rid of Alys Rivers. If he hurt the child people will think we're cruel and we'll just give them another reason why the Targaryens shouldn't rule."

Some people already thought of your family as monsters for committing relative murder. Mostly people talked about Aemond, how cruel he had been for murdering your 13-year-old brother, and how sadistic he was for killing all the men except Larys of the Strong family. If your husband were to hurt the child, his own child, his reputation only gets worse. You couldn't let that happen if you wanted him to be Hand of the King one day. They could not build the kingdom again with only fear in your favor. "Then what should we do with the child? Bring him to court?" Aegon didn't even know his nephew but he already felt sorry for him imagining him growing up in the court. He was sure that he was hearing the word bastard wherever he went. He was even sure that not even his own mother would accept it. Alicent loved her grandchildren but couldn't imagine her mother taking care of Aemond's bastard.

"No" you answered instantly remembering your first husband's words, Aemond would not be at peace in his own house knowing that the child was there “The child will stay in Harrenhal. Just take care of finding someone to take care of him."

"You say that as if it were easy," said the king. "There is no lord in Harrenhal to care for him."

"I'm sure you'll find someone. Some childless couple or a servant who has lost their own child in the war. In addition, the crown will take care of sending him coins for the care of the child "

"The council will not agree," Aegon said with a grimace, already thinking of the future headaches he would have during council meetings.

"The boy has Targaryen blood, we can't leave him to his fate" you frowned.

"I said that the council would not agree, not me," said the king raising both hands as a sign of innocence. He didn't want you to be upset with him "I'm on your side"

"Thank you" you gave him a small smile "You should go before Aemond kicks your ass for taking so long" Aegon sighed exaggeratedly making you roll your eyes.

"And whose fault is it?" he replied before giving you one last kiss and leaving.

•••••

It wasn't in your plans to go to your brother's room but after executing Borros Baratheon you didn't want to be alone and your own mind would start to eat away at you. You need to distract yourself from the image of your mother being burned by Sunfyre. Yes, you ordered Nix to burn the man alive. Maybe you should have chosen to cut off his head yourself because now you couldn't stop thinking about your mother.

"Egg" you didn't even bother to knock on the door you just went inside.

You felt relieved to see that he wasn't busy with his lessons but your relief didn't last when you noticed that he didn't react to your call and that he was once again sitting and looking out the window in silence. You walked towards him making as much noise as possible but he still didn't react. "Egg" You touched his shoulder slowly hoping not to scare him but still, he flinched at your touch. "I'm sorry" you moved your hand away not wanting to bother him but he took your hand and began to play with your fingers without saying anything "What were you thinking?" you asked, unable to stand more in silence. In general, it is always you who starts the conversation.

"At your wedding," he replied without meeting your eyes. He didn't want you to see that he was still scared. He almost lost you. You're all he had left besides Rhaena and Baela. to Baela. If you died, he would be left alone.

"Master Finnian told me that you helped him find the antidote"

"It didn't help anyway. I didn't save you" your brother said angrily with himself. He had felt so helpless seeing you unconscious and unable to help you. He felt just as helpless as when he had watched Sunfyre helplessly burn her mother. When he saw you delirious with fever he thought that again he would have to watch another member of his family die.

"Egg, don't be hard on yourself," you asked and with your free hand, you took his chin and caressed his face gently. For a moment Aegon closed his eyes and pretended that the person caressing him so tenderly was his mother. Tears slipped down her cheeks and you felt guilty so you tried to calm her down "That poison was invented by a witch and she was the only one who had the solution. But we don't have to worry anymore, the king and the prince will take care of her" you said without knowing that you just broke Aegon's spell, bringing him back to reality.

"I'm always going to worry. Now they'll take care of the witch but what if someone else shows up?" Your heart ached to hear your little brother's words. He was just a child, his only worries should be his lessons and being able to steal sweets from the kitchens without being discovered. You hated that you couldn't have protected Aegon's innocence. The war had taken your grandparents, your mother, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Viserys, but it had also taken Egg from you. You were sure that he would never be the same again and you couldn't blame him because you would never be the same as before. But you wished with all your heart that Egg would be the same innocent and happy boy as always. How you wanted to hear him laugh again.

"Now the whole family will have a taster, we'll be more careful" you assured and you wiped his tears with your fingers "And if someone wants to fight us then we'll respond with fire and blood" you felt stupid when you saw how Aegon seemed more anguished at your last words. You clearly made me remember your mother's death again "I'm sorry" you apologized with a shaky voice. It hurt you that you couldn't even say the words of your house without making your brother suffer. It pained you to think that Egg would always be scarred by war. It hurt you to think that he would never want a dragon again, that he would never live that bond again. "I'm sorry" you repeated and this time they were both in tears.

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[bidisasterevankinard]

So you’re pretty sure of him being next season still around… glad to know, because I totally agree, cause a lot of people is sure that they’re going to break up soon…and honestly, if that was the case, story wise, it wouldn’t make any sense to me…

Maybe you’re right and the ILY will arrive next season, but this season I would love for them to take the next step and label themselves as a serious relationship…

Yeah, I'm pretty sure Tommy will stays at least for season 8. because of story they are making and because of how bucktommy was taken by fandom and the thing that Lou was followed by 911 ig account. For me it all speaks "we want more of him"

You're absolutely right that story wise for now there's no reason for Buck and Tommy to break up. They for now was only on two dates(and we will not see the time skip to wedding I guess but still I believe it's several week after coffee date so we also can add some more dates+ wedding) and they are absolutely smitten with each other and want to try to know each other. Tim, Lou and if I'm not mistaken Oliver all said they want romcom and I can't see them break even at the end of the season,but I can see them taken more serious step as calling each other boyfriends. Oliver also said there's gonna be more kisses and Buck initiate some of them, so Buck definitely feels more confident in his relationship and I can see him only trying to make them deeper and more meaningful, but not "clinging" because he's scared to be alone, but because he really likes Tommy

When they didn't want someone for long, Ali for example, they barely gave us anything about the character. We literally just knew that where she works, that she was dying her hair blonde for a lot of time and that's all. About Ana, who stayed for pretty longer, we jts knew her work, that she has sister(right before break up) and that's all. Even Taylor had backstory only in 5s when I guess they tried to make Bucktaylor work.

About Tommy we already know some things from begins episodes and that's btw makes everything easier. Tim said that they chose Tommy because he was already existed in the universe, they don't need to create new person, but they made Tommy deeper. We literally had Tommy in 6 episodes (in one barely) and we already know more about him we know about Tailor who was around for 1,5 seasons. They showed us where he works, said that he was in the army(in begins it never mentioned), made his story we saw in begins deeper with saying "yeah, he was in closet.", told us about his interests like Muay Thai, cars, basketball, we know he's a movie fan like Chim (begins). We know he loves Love,actually and craft beer. They made him Eddie's new friend. Also they let Lou to share his ideas how he sees Tommy (hard unstable childhood) which I'm sure wasn't for nothing. I see them making Tommy the character on the Karen's level at least .The LI of the main character, who is regular with enough backstory to make them interesting and lovable to the audience, but no need to make them main. Also Tommy's job allows him to make appearance any time they want. And his friendship with Eddie, Chim and Hen too. So he doesn't need to be just "Buck's boyfriend". Tommy has way better treatment any gf of Buck or Eddie had and we have him as a LI for only 3 episodes. Imagine what they can do till the end of the season and during next one? Make him loveable LI who is not plot device, but also no need to make him main. And as Tommy not in 118, 911 don't even have to go through standard plot of "oh, we are working together and it's gonna be a lot of drama about it". Too old

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.113 Respect your elders

Since we were right down the street, we walked to the cemetery to lay fresh flowers on my grandparents' graves. As soon as we stepped outside, a chilly wind brushed past us, and snow began falling. Summer was just days away. Newcrest wasn't the warmest city I'd lived in, but the cold and snow should have been over a long time ago. I expressed my desire to see Gammy again, but knew it probably wouldn't happen in the middle of the afternoon. But Sophia, my sweet Sophia, was a great cheerleader.

"You'll see her," she said.

"But it's daytime. I don't think they come out in daylight."

"She'll come out as soon as she hears your voice. She loves you so much."

"Well...I hope you're right. I won't hold my breath, though."

"While we wait for her...it's still Love Day, and I love you," she said sweetly, inching toward me.

My eyebrow went up.

"You look like you're looking for trouble."

"Trouble?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "I don't know her."

"Mmm hmm. I love you too. You and your trouble."

No sooner than she planted a kiss on my cheek, mist poured out of Gammy's headstone.

"Oh my Watcher," I shouted. "You were right! She's coming!"

The mist spilled onto the plot and swirled around our feet. Gammy's ghost popped as orange as a sunset.

"I know y'all not trying to get busy in the graveyard," she shouted. "I'm not mad, though. Come here, my baby!"

I laughed and threw my arms around her.

"Hey, Gammy! Happy Love Day!"

"Oh! Is that what day it is? Happy Love Day to you!"

She squeezed me tightly, and just like Mama did when I announced I had proposed, she pushed me aside and turned her attention to Sophia. Pope women. I shook my head lovingly at her.

"Let me see that ring!"

Sophia extended her hand and let Gammy ooh and ahh.

"Okay, Luca," she said. "You did well! Let me see some pictures! I want to know everything!"

Sophia whipped out her phone and scrolled through the wedding pictures she was tagged in.

"Oooh a beach wedding," she shouted. "That dress was perfect! Awwww look at my baby! You were so handsome, Mr. Cute Face!"

Now I had to know. Did Mama name me that, or did she steal it from Gammy?

"Oh, look at my child," she said with a tremor in her voice. "She was always so beautiful. I miss her so much. Hmph...I see she's still messing with that ol spineless...let me be nice. Oh! You had Ali officiate? That's so special. And there's my other baby, looking like a model! She probably doesn't remember me. That venue was perfect! Was that Tartosa?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sophia said.

"I would have loved to get married there, but we eloped at the romance festival."

Sophia's face lit up.

"Really? I always heard of sims doing that but never met anyone who did."

"Now you have! It was magical...but oh so cold! That fool has us out there in a blizzard! Speaking of, let's get you out of this cold."

We went inside the building, but it didn't provide much warmth. It was eerily cold in there, and I thought I saw a figure floating around the casket in the font.

"Gammy...are you okay? You don't seem like yourself. And you're orange."

"I am," she said. "Don't worry about me. Tell me about you. How's married life? Are you trying for babies yet?"

I glanced over at Sophia, who nodded at me, giving her blessing to share our story with Gammy.

"Married life is amazing. I've never been happier. We're moving to a bigger house in San Sequoia tomorrow. And...uhhh...we're still working on a baby."

"Oh noooo. Are you..."

"Yeah."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. That kind of thing can knock the wind out of your sails. I personally haven't gone through it, but I'm familiar with wanting something really bad and not getting it. Don't give up, you hear? It'll happen! Just be good yourselves and don't get stressed out. You'll see!"

"Thanks, Gammy. We're trying to stay positive."

"Good. Well, you two should get out of here. It's Love Day! Take this young lady home and blow her back out until you pass out! Put THREE babies in there, ha ha!"

"Gammy!!"

I'd always been one to respect and listen to my elders...

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How Alicia found out she was having kids?

Well...

Alica was tired. She was with Aly and Maya that day, and she wanted to scream because she wasn't enjoying the time with her friends. Even if that day was only paperwork, she was having a headache that threatened to break her head in half. She growled in pain, calling Aly's attention.

"You good, Licia?" Aly asked with a soft frown.

"My head's killing me." She murmured, taking off her glasses and closing her eyes. "Maybe all what happened it's getting up to me."

"You mean what you told me before?" Maya asked, raising an eyebrow when Alicia nodded. "Is it common?"

Alicia sighed frustrated. "Usually no, but lately it's been happening more and more, also I have nausea..."

That made Aly and Maya share a look, but Aly remained in silence.

"Why don't tell Sergeant Blackwell?" Maya asked.

"Jackson? I mean, it can be a good idea, but he's leading with the recruits."

Aly chuckled softly. "I don't think that'll be needed, I have an idea what it can be the problem."

"Huh?"

"How long have you been this sick?"

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "Like two weeks or so."

"Then I need to go buy something, can you wait a bit more?" Aly asked with a soft smile.

"I guess...?"

Soon Aly went out of the base, leaving Maya and Alicia inside the office. The two of them shared a look, wondering what was that, but they ended just shrugging. For a while they spoke about their lifes, even joking about their respective boyfriends as they did. After some minutes, Aly came back and gave Alicia a little pharmacy bag and then pushed her inside the bathroom with a hum.

For a second nothing happened, until Alicia shouted from inside the bathroom.

"Aly! What the hell?!"

"Just trust me, Licia, do it." She said calmly.

"What did you give her?" Maya whispered to Aly.

"A pregnancy test."

"Huh? You think she's pregnant?"

"It's a hunch, but I think she might be."

Five minutes later.

"¡¿Pero qué mierda?!" Alicia screamed from inside the bathroom. (What the fuck?!)

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" Maya asked confused.

"Ehhh, depends on what result she was expecting." Aly murmured with a raised eyebrow.

Then Alicia opened the door and simply stared to the pregnancy test in her hand, not saying anything for a minute.

"Licia?"

"I'm...I'm having a baby." She whispered in surprise.

"Really?!" Maya and Aly shouted at unison.

Alicia nodded. "Holy shit..."

Then she was hugged by the two of them, and she could just laugh still in shock. After a second she was smiling happily, she was speaking of having kids with Alejandro lately. And yet, that was a surprise.

"Congrats!" Aly said with a smile.

"Uh, thanks." Alicia said with a chuckle. "Alejo is downstairs, right?"

Maya went to take a look. "Yes, yes he is. What are you thinking?"

Alicia blushed a bit. "I'll tell him before I lose the courage."

"Any idea on how?"

"Not really, can you two help me?"

Maya smirked and simply laughed like a little menace, which made Aly laugh softly. And soon they started to plan meanwhile Alicia simply tried to process everything as she helped too. Later they went to buy everything they needed and between the three of them prepared everything.

When Alicia calmed down a bit, she sent a message for Alejandro to come up to the office with a kinda credible excuse. So, just a minute later, Alejandro was inside the office while Aly and Maya chuckled softly. Before he could say anything, Alicia simply gave him a gift box while looking away in silence, a bit blushed.

"What's this?" Alejandro asked confused.

"Open it, then you'll understand." Alicia murmured as she scratched the back of her neck.

Alejandro raised an eyebrow in silence, then opened the box. Inside there was the crochet jaguar he once made with a jaguar cub plushie by it's side and a pair of baby shoes in front of it. He looked at the little gifts in silence for a second, then up at Alicia.

"¿Deveritas?" He asked surprisingly calm. (Really?)

"Yes, Alejo, it's for real." Alicia murmured now beet red.

Then Alejandro passed out and fell to the floor like a potato sack.

"...Wow." Maya said before starting to laugh.

Aly looked at Alejandro in silence for a second. "...Is he dead?"

"Hell no, he's not leaving me as a widow before marriage, and less with a kid." Alicia said, going to wake Alejandro up.

Maya was simply cackling until she was wheezing and ended sit on the sofa as she tried to calm down. And soon Alejandro woke up, blinking slowly for a minute. Then he basically tackled Alicia, that yelped, before lifting her up between laughter and kisses. He simply peppered kisses all over Alicia's face as he whispered "thank you" over and over again.

"Good thing he's happy, huh?" Aly commented with a smile.

Maya chuckled. "Happy is say the least. I bet Rudy won't stop hearing about this until the baby is here."

"I wonder if they'll have a boy or a girl..."

"Or both." Maya joked.

Aly laughed and nodded. "Or both."

And soon they noticed how Alejandro was outside of Alicia's office with a huge smile, while Alicia raised an eyebrow a bit confused. When he shouted to the team that Alicia was pregnant, she simply palmed her face with a sigh. Soon the base was filled with cheers while the three women looked at everyone. Alicia just chuckled with a smile.

"Oh well, this is better than what I expected." Alicia said with a soft smile.

"Heh, tell your family, Tia and Noa." Aly said, hugging her softly. "We'll take care of all this."

Maya, being dragged by Aly, rised her thumbs. "Congrats, Licia!"

Alicia laughed again. "Thanks."

"BITCH! I'LL BE THE GODFATHER!" Luke screamed from downstairs.

Edward answered, also screaming. "FUCK YOU! I'LL BE THE GODFATHER! FIGHT ME!"

"...Let's hope Kanoa doesn't start fighting too." Alicia said with a chuckle.

"Agreed." Maya and Aly said at unison.

[strangedreamings]

S2E6 (spoilers abound)

Do we have to see Jaehaerys' body in the opening credits every week now?

Hi, Jason! Glad to see you're just as full of yourself as ever. He doesn't want to make a move without Aemond and Vhagar. Wow, and here I thought Tyland got all the brains.

"I am the Prince Regent, not a dog to be called to heel." Honey, you're both, and the sooner you can accept that, the happier all of us will be.

Ironrod suggests marrying Alicent to the Red Kraken (the current Lord Greyjoy). Dude, who do you think you are, Otto Hightower?

"The longer we wait, the more chance (Daemon) will prevail." No, no, keep waiting -- Alys and the curse of Harrenhal will drive him completely mad soon enough.

"My uncle is a challenge I welcome, if he dares to face me." I don't know how to break this to you, Aemond, but this crush of yours is not reciprocated.

Aemond fires Alicent from the Small Council and is a misogynistic dick about it. Alicent accuses him of still being angry about losing an eye. Honey, you're the one who wanted his nephew's eye taken in revenge, where did you think talk like that would lead?

Corlys wearing his Hand of the Queen pin. It looks good on you, dude.

Ah, the Sowing of the Dragonseeds. Rhaenyra's desperation for additional dragonriders is going to get a bunch of people killed or maimed.

The Small Council knows she is reaching and for fucking once, I agree with them. Maybe they'd take her seriously if she didn't sound like she was talking to her younger children.

Ser Steffon has so little Targ blood in him that it's not going to matter. Rhaenyra, this is such a dumb idea.

"Then perhaps the gods will favor us." Not unless the writers are going off-book (again).

Hi, Daemon. Which dead family member are you going to see tonight?

And he's back in the throne room, lovely. "The Heir for a Day" shit again? That must be really pressing on Daemon's conscience now that Viserys is dead.

Speaking of, hi, Viserys! Good to see you in (relative) health again. I hope HBO is paying all these cameo actors well, they all seem to be having a blast tormenting Daemon again (who looks truly devastated right now). HBO, you'd better be getting Matt's For Your Consideration campaign ready for next year's Emmys.

Ooo, a Rhea mention, even if we don't see her! I'll take it.

It's entirely possible that none of this is actually Alys or the curse's doing -- Daemon's conscience has more than enough fodder to torment him with. He hurt his brother, all three of his wives, and his daughters. It's about time all of that bothered him.

"...Stop watching me." And you still think you're fit to take KL by yourself? You're never leaving the Riverlands, Daemon.

"Daemon Targaryen asking for help?" "Counsel." He's losing his mind one night at a time but dammit, he's still got his wit.

"In three days' time, the winds will shift." Grover Tully is gonna die.

It's so dark in this cave that I can't tell which dragon that is. In the book, Steffon attempts to ride Seasmoke. Oh, it is Seasmoke. Thank God somebody said his name because he looks nearly black in the darkness.

"Do not show fear." Too late, Steffon is freaking the fuck out.

Just burn/eat him already, the tension is driving me nuts.

Is that dragontamer seriously just holding a long stick? Against a giant fire-breathing flying reptile?

Finally! Holy shit, that took FOREVER.

The Hull brothers are so goddamn hot. But don't think I didn't notice, Ryan, that the first person we see after Seasmoke's little barbecue is Addam. :P

So, is this madam TRYING to start a rebellion or what? "And his rightful heir denied her seat." Yep, she's trying.

"You have forgotten to fear me." You're going to have to do more than slap him, Rhaenyra.

Oh, the madam is working for Mysaria, got it. This really could work.

"This becomes you." Yeah, a sword in her hand so she can actually do her own fighting. Too bad nobody taught her how to use it.

Didn't the French Revolution start because of a famine? The smallfolk don't care who's on the throne as long as their bellies are full.

Oh Dear God, Otto as Hand to Aemond? Well, at least those Small Council meetings won't be boring.

Aemond's going to smother Aegon II with a pillow, I just know it. Aegon whimpers when he sees Aemond and you can't blame him. TGC is killing it with the agony, he needs a For Your Consideration campaign too.

"I remember nothing." I don't believe you and, unfortunately, Aemond doesn't either.

Rhaena and Joffrey come across a scorched area but they're in the Vale, who could've done that? Now she's in Aegon III and Viserys II's nursery with the boys and a baby dragon that I assume is Aegon's Stormcloud. Cute little dragon.

"You hate it here." Jeyne, you're not doing a damn thing to change her mind.

"Wild." So, are we talking Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, or Sheepstealer? Fuck, I guess this means the Rhaena-Nettles fusion rumor is true, if the wild dragon is Sheepstealer.

Rhaenyra is sending care packages to the people of KL. I fucking LOVE this!

Dammit, I don't want to like Gwayne Hightower but the actor has been making that fucking difficult. "He's kind." The delivery of that, you can tell Gwayne knows that's what Alicent wants to hear.

Rioting in the streets over Rhaenyra's care packages. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, but it's certainly sowing rebellion.

Larys was born at Harrenhal? That explains SO MUCH. Him aligning himself with Aegon II is interesting and he's right, Aemond wants to kill his brother. Let's see where this goes.

Daemon's vision again. Looks like Aemma's death, great. I truly think Daemon loved Viserys, he was just too self-centered to express that love properly.

"Lord Grover is dead." Called it! Oh, Alys absolutely fucking killed him.

Addam and Seasmoke. Seasmoke misses Laenor and he can presumably tell that Addam is Laenor's kinsman (half-brother).

Is Seasmoke LAUGHING at Addam?

Holy fucking shit, I did not appreciate that jump scare!

Mysaria's backstory is fucking dark, even for GRRM.

Well, this is a ship I never thought I'd see on this show. I don't ship it but I'm sure there are fans out there who are absolutely thrilled right now.

Rhaenyra on Syrax, there's something we haven't seen in a while.

They're ending the episode there? We know it's Addam on Seasmoke, this isn't exactly news to the audience. Bah.

Preview for next week. "With these dragons, peace will be restored." *laughs from having read "Fire and Blood"* And they call Helaena a Dreamer.

[tridentqueen]

Request for drabble (so exited you don't even know): (Kinda) rough sex followed up by lots of cuddles has always been my favourite thing ever.

Hi! I hope you enjoy ❤️

smutty drabble 18+

(I combined this with taking care of them afterwards requested by @looneytun3s)

Aegon’s grip on her wrists was bruising. But it was a good pain, as was the feeling of his teeth lightly nipping at her bottom lip. Aly inhaled sharply and her back arched when her uncle’s hand left her hip and his thumb began rubbing quick circles on her bundle of nerves. She wished she could touch him, thread her fingers through his hair or run her hands down his back. But not being able to touch him only made the pleasure more intense. 

“Fuck,” she quietly moaned when she felt that familiar pull. Her spread thighs shook and her toes curled while her muscles tensed. “Aegon, I’m - oh, fuck.”

Her uncle gave her a deep kiss, swallowing her cry, while her cunt clenched hard around him. 

But even once she came down, he never stopped the movement of his thumb.

“Aegon,” she panted.

“I know you can take it,” he whispered huskily.

And as he refused to let up while his cock continued hitting the spot inside her that made her entire body feel as if on fire, all she could do was whisper “yes”. Her hips bucked up to meet him, her legs wrapped around his hips to keep him inside her. Begging him not to stop.

When she came the second time, her uncle once more swallowed her scream with a kiss.

Aegon again kept this thumb on her bundle of nerves as he continued to thrust in and out of her sensitive cunt. Making Aly wonder if she could take any more. She often came more than once before her uncle spilled his seed inside her, but not like this. Not without a break. Aegon seemed to know her body better than she did, however, because the pleasure built once more, her body feeling boneless when she squeezed him for the third time as ecstasy washed over her. 

Aegon came soon after, groaning her name as his grip on her wrists momentarily tightened.

The both of them still panting, he pulled out of her and brought her wrists to his lips, placing soft kisses along the thin skin. Making Aly’s chest tighten with how tender he was treating her. Once he felt her wrists had been satisfactorily cared for, he reached over to his bedside table for the clean cloth folded on top of it. She winced when he wiped away the mixture pooling between her thighs, still sensitive. An action he did not miss.

“Sorry,” Aegon murmured, immediately lessening the pressure. Once she was cleaned, he looked at her. Studied her. And his expression soon turned into one of doubt. “Was that…are you all right?”

He thinks he pushed too far, Aly realized. She gave him a comforting smile. “Yes. It was exactly what I wanted.”

Her heart melted at the way his shoulders dropped in relief and his face relaxed. Her uncle threw the cloth onto the floor and laid next to her, opening his arms in invitation. Which Aly gladly accepted, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. 

“I love you,” he said softly.

She tilted her head to look at him. “I love you, too.” 

Aly smiled at him, a smile which he returned. She placed a soft kiss onto his bare chest before returning her head to rest on it once more. Aly hummed in contentment when her uncle began lightly running his fingers up and down her back. And she began to trace the tips of her fingers along his stomach.

They spent the rest of the night like that. Exchanging gentle touches while they laid in each other’s arms speaking quietly.

Note: I received a request just for cuddling and kissing, so more cuddles to come!

[awordsmith]

Secrets and Liars

Chapter Six

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When you think of reunions, you think of all the people you knew from high school, maybe college, comparing you to what they once knew you as, when you were all younger.

Maybe you're comparing them, watching every little motion to see what has and hasn't changed. You always imagine yourself, as bigger, better, above life, or at the edge of it–when you can say, "No, I'm doing fine," and actually mean it.

If you've ever lost a friend, maybe you think of what it would be like to see them again. Maybe you meet them by chance or seek them out, ask them about the years you spent apart, and maybe–just maybe, there's a sliver of the person you remember them as hidden away in their eyes.

You'd like to ask, but you don't. You might exchange numbers, but here's the thing: There's a 1 in 97% chance you will never speak to them again. The, "yeah, no we should catch up sometime," is just to be polite because maybe you didn't even want to approach them in the first place, but felt obligated to do so.

When Ali vanished, I'd lost my best friend, but when Jason packed up and left right after–I'd lost everything. I don't think I even remember how to be around him anymore, I'd like to delude myself a little longer... But seeing his outgrown hair and the way he carries himself, he looks different, it's a good different, but it's a different I don't know.

From the fourth grade to my sophomore year in high school I knew all the Jason's. The Lonely Jason, the Cool Jason, the Kind Jason, the short Emo Phase Jason, the Sas Jason, the Lonely Jason–but I don't know this Jason. And I hate that I don't know him, but that's not really my fault–is it?

He looks around, but no one could've heard me call him Jason because we're the only ones here.

When his eyes look settle back on mine they look hopeful and the dam on my heart almost bursts, but I keep it steady. "Hey–are you ok–" I take a step back, turning my head, "–ay..." I don't know why I do it, maybe I'm punishing him, maybe he deserves it, but I don't want to give in too soon. What if he just up and leaves again? What if this is the last time I'll ever see him? I don't think I could handle losing him a second time, so it's best not to get too close.

"I'm fine," I whisper, swiping at my eyes, then I turn around and for a moment–just a moment–I debate on whether I should leave. Eventually, I take up the pen and sign my name–my fake name. Jason liked to use codenames whenever we were someplace no one knew–well, where no one knew us. I figure it'd be weird if my name all of a sudden changed.

I take a breath before facing him again, "it's been a long time, James." I scrunch my nose at the name, I've always hated how plane it was. His scent is strong and I've forgotten how much I've missed it. I close my eyes for a second, allowing myself this moment to try to remember him. Teakwood, leather, and vanilla. I wait for the scent of alcohol or smoke to hit me, but it doesn't. I open my eyes, trying to subtly analyze him.

"Right," he takes a stand, tilting his head with a slight frown and breaking me from my trance, " how have you been, Hermione?" I cringe at that too, hearing him say it so seriously makes me realize how childish that name is.

He'd once said no one would ever believe that my name was actually Hermione but with a fake ID and, and the confidence I'd developed from my time around Alison, people did, and it just became easier to slip into her persona.

I don't really feel it taking over today, though, and I think it's because I didn't come here as Hermione, I came here as Katherine, the girl who just found out her best friend was intentionally murdered.

"Good," I murmur.

He nods, "That's good."

I wait a few seconds, before saying, "It was good to see you." And though it breaks my heart to do so, I walk away, down into the gallery. When he doesn't follow after me, I let out a shaky breath and my face scrunches up. The art gallery is a wasteland of paintings and I find myself in the quiet of my own company.

I take in multiple deep breaths because breaking down in the middle of the room–even though I'm alone–would be both pathetic and embarrassing.

A piece captures my eyes and my brain makes my legs move until I'm in front of a black-and-white image, a picture. I feel just the slightest tug of a smile on my lips, I run my hand over the plaque. Hermione, the piece is called. It's a snapshot picture, the camera seizing its opportunity to catch me in one of my most vulnerable states.

"I love this one," Jason whispers beside me and I don't even jump, it does–however–make my reaction earlier feel a lot more silly.

"When was it added?" I ask in awe, running a finger down my sillouted figure. Only if you look long enough at my face would you be able to tell it's me, other than that, it just looks like a girl watching the stars.

"I spoke to Gino a few months ago, and he told me it'd needed to be processed and approved first." Gino, the owner.

"Oh," is all I manage.

"You look so vulnerable here," he analyzes, I took a flurry of photos that night, but this was my favorite." I look like I don't have a care in the world, looking at the stars over a railing with the ocean below.

"I think I looked like that because I was with you," I admit.

"How so?"

I spin on my heels and eye him, "...with you, I had always felt safe, no one else could have taken that photo of me." If they had, it wouldn't have come out as good as it did, I know that for a fact.

"And what about now?" His voice drops like he's scared of my answer. He should be, it's not going to be what he wants it to be.

"Now," I begin, turning to look at the photo once more, "I don't even know you."

I watch his throat as he swallows, "right," he tries laughing it off, but I can see the hurt in his eyes.

"It was good seeing you," I begin walking past him, before deciding to add, "James."

I feel his eyes on the back of my head. He has no idea how hard it is for me to walk away right now; when all I want is for him to grab my arm and wrap my body in his, shielding it from all the harshness of the world. But this is me shielding myself from him because, despite everything that's happened this past year, the unsureness of having Jason is scarier than whatever the world hides.

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I don't mention seeing Jason to anyone. Not my family, not the girls. I don't see a point. After I'd left The Piece, I stayed in the city a bit longer, just until the sky began to gray. I enjoyed being someone else for a time. Hermione slipped over me like old times and I went sightseeing. I hate that all the places I know in the city are because of Jason, but I guess I wasn't complaining when he took me to them.

Today's a new day, meaning a fresh morning, free of all the torment of yesterday. "Heading off to school?" Romeo scrunches his nose, "already?"

I roll my eyes, "Yes, already, I need to set up fliers for RBC."

"Oh," he nods, "right... Hey, is Aria still into photography?"

I shrug, "I don't know, why?"

"There's this class at Hollis, it's open to high school students with a parent's signature. I'm in it, I just thought she might be interested."

"Fine, I'll ask her."

He nods and runs a hand through his hair–brown and wavy, like mine. I'm about to open the door when he says, "Need a ride? I can drive you."

I sigh uncontrollably. "You'll be there to pick me up?"

He nods, "of course."

I glare at him, "You better be, let's go."

I pull open the door, only willing to wait five minutes before taking my own car. Shaking my leg as I lean against his jeep, I get a text from Kelsey, my vice president. Ugh. I shoot her text her back and when Romeo pulls open our front door and beelines it down the deck, I turn around and pull open the passenger side door.

My backpack slides down my legs toward the floor as I unlock my phone and buckle the seatbelt over me.

"Let's stop for coffee at The Brew." I say, "You're buying." He lets out a sigh as if to say, "Of course, I'm buying". I can't help but snicker.

--

I find the club room and set my things down on a desk. "Hey, Lucas, look what I got you," I call to one of my kind of friends.

"Oh sweet," he takes the blueberry muffin in his hand, "and it's still warm."

"Yep," I pop the p, grinning, "you can thank my brother, he's the one who bought it."

"Thank you, Romeo." He takes a bite.

"How'd you know it was him?"

He shrugs, mouth full, "Just a guess."

I nod, turning back to my backpack, I pull out my laptop and open it, appreciating the tab with my idea for my club's poster's is the first one.

"Oh, hey, Katherine," Lucas motions for some kid to join us, "I wanted you to meet Rémy."

The boy smiles, he's tall and kind of lanky, and he smells incredible! I wonder what kind of cologne he uses. I open my mouth to ask–the thought that it may be inappropriate not crossing my mind until I've already asked, but am cut off by Lucas.

"He's a foreign exchange student living with me and my parents."

He hold out his hand, "pleasure to meet you," and he's got an accent!

"Is that," I scrunch my nose, looking for the right language in my head, "French?"

He laughs and it's adorable, "Oui, tu parlez vous français?" (Yeah, do you speak french?)

"Mmm," I nod, "Qu’est-ce qui l’a trahi?" (Mm, what gave it away?)

His smile turns into a grin, "you speak it well, are you...?"

"No," I shake my head, "Italian, but I like learning languages."

"It's useful," he nods.

"Maybe," I shrug,n "to me, it's just a hobby."

"Well," Lucas cuts in before we get too off-topic, "Rémy does a lot of reading, so I told him Rosewood High has a book club I'd introduce him to the president."

"Oh," I nod, "of course, anyone is welcome to join. We have meetings every Thursday after school at 4:00, we haven't started yet though, I'm supposed to put up fliers today. Kelsey was supposed to be here to help, but she canceled last minute," I roll my eyes.

"Maybe I can help, then?" Rémy offers, a shy smile forming on his face.

"Yeah, actually that'd be great," I turn to Lucas, "mind if I steal him for a while?"

"No, it's fine," he waves, then turns to Rémy, "See you later." Remy nods, looking back at me when Lucas begins walking away.

"So," he says in that thick French accent, "what first?"

I am, so–incredibly grateful for this blessing. There was no way I was going to put all these up by myself successfully. We print our 30 each and make our rounds with tape rollers.

I got to learn a lot about him in this short time, he's a junior, like Lucas and I, his birthday just passed, so he's seventeen, his last name is Auclaire, he loves reading and writing poetry, and his book is–surprisingly–Jane Eyre. I'd never peg him for the type to read romance, let alone any of the Brontë sister's works.

"Thank you again," I say on our walk back toward the multi-club's room.

"Anytime," he smiles. "Oh, hey do you think I could get your number?"

I pause, raising a brow, "No–for–for the club," he lets out a dry laugh.

"Oh," I cover up my embarrassment by pulling out my phone and handing it to him. While he types in his number, I exit out of all the sites on my laptop and shove it in my backpack.

"Here," he says, "I messaged myself."

I nod, "I'll text you for the first club meeting."

He nods, "I'll see you, Katherine."

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Chapter Eight

Hi hi, thank you for reading! You know I almost forgot some of you may not know French, so I had to go back and type the French into English (sorry!).

I wanted to let you all know I'm not going to go through every episode detail by detail. I'll try to incorporate as much as I can, but I don't want it to get boring and I also know that because Katherine knows more than she's letting on, the process and how the information is delivered will be faster. I'm also debating on whether or not I should make Aria A.

But regardless, I'll be posting more later today, so stay tuned.

[harpy-of-the-storm]

Disorganized Thoughts - The Importance of Despair

For this post, I'd like to talk about despair as a powerful tool in storytelling, and one of the ways in which I've seen it effectively utilized.

Previously, I have discussed Phantasy Star Online and its usage of lyrical themes, so I think I'll take a step back in time from that point.

I want to talk about Phantasy Star IV: The End of the Millennium

Phantasy Star IV has a fairly standard high stakes JRPG story - if you don't win, the ancient darkness from before remembering will break free and kill everything. Profound Darkness hates all life, and will see it brought to ruin.

...But before that, you have some trials to overcome.

You are given a two-character party at first; Chaz Ashley, a rookie mercenary under the wing of Alys Brangwin, his bladed boomerang wielding mentor, world famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness.

As the game progresses, Chaz will catch up to Alys, and you'll pick up and drop a variety of other party members; not all of whom will get to meet Alys.

A turning point for seriousness in the game's plot comes when the main antagonist appears. Though you try to fight back, he is protected by a barrier you can't seem to penetrate.

This is a scripted sequence. Simply survive for a few turns, and he will cast Black Wave, calling the fight to an end.

Alys will leap in front of the attack, shielding the party and collapsing. She will come down with an incurable ailment that slowly drains her life away.

Your healing spells are useless. All you can do is think of a way to beat the man who did this - to defeat Zio, and his unbeatable barrier.

Of course, it's a JRPG. It turns out there's a wand you can grab which can nullify his omnipotent divine barrier of ultra power - patent pending the cessation of all life - and take him out like any other mid-grade baddie.

...It won't matter.

As soon as you lay hands on the artifact in question, you're met with a cutscene and hurry to Alys' bedside. You witness her last breath.

You bury her in the early morning light. Some of your party goes its separate ways to handle their own affairs.

There are three aspects that I think are important to this. Giving & Taking You were given true and honest hope that you could save Alys. It's very standard JRPG speak - find the important magic relic, kill the bad guy, save the party member at the last minute. This is not what happens. She dies before you can even attempt the rematch. You are given hope, and then it is unceremoniously ripped from your hands. Gameplay & Story Integration If you are gaining levels at a relatively average pace, the last piece of advice Alys gives to Chaz before the confrontation with Zio is that his swing is still too slow, and he's leaving himself wide open. The next ability Chaz will learn is Air Slash at level 13, which is a skill performed by slashing so fast that the air behind your blade is what is cutting the enemy forces. Remember the Growth Much later in the game, Chaz can obtain the ultimate magic attack, Megid. This is an ability used otherwise only the final boss - the emotional output of the user generates explosive force. However, to earn it, Chaz must prove his strength. But...not physically. He has to face an illusion of Alys in battle, and strike her down himself. As he despairs, he has to master his emotions and be willing to make the right choice. He has to say no to unlimited power. He has to know and believe he is strong enough to avenge her.

Chaz is someone who threw away fighting for the world. He doesn't think it's fair to ask him to raise his blade to save everyone and selflessly accept the loss of the people he cares for.

He's right. And he has given in to despair, as anyone of normal means would.

If you take this path - because obtaining Megid is optional - then it changes a bit of the meaning of Chaz rejoining the party. He's not here after having broken down, cried, and then decide to suck it up and not let the world fall because he walked out.

He's fighting for that one life that was so precious to him, he's willing to follow her last words to the end.

Carve out your own destiny.

And by making the player despair. By allowing us to see Chaz despair. By having him seem to train the speed of his swings just because that's the last thing Alys chastised him about.

By taking that grief and mastering it, if only for the time being.

...He becomes someone who walks towards the promising future.

He becomes the person, Alys always thought he could be, even if she isn't here to see him anymore. That single death became his daring hope.

Despair can be a weapon, too, if it's forged right.

[fulltimeviking]

was i meant to be hopeful when it was hinted that dara might still be alive at the end of city of brass. say swear rn

[maddu-oliveira]

💫 No Longer Fictional 💫

Erik Heller x Writer!Reader AU (Part 1)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, blood (reader get slightly hurt), bad language

word count: 1.1k

A/N: I tagged everyone I thought would might like to read this, so if someone doesn't want to be tagged just dm me or go to my ask and if someone wants to join the list do the same.

Taglist: @wtfobiwan @bewitchedignition @a-reader-and-a-writer @skvatnavle @11thstreetvigilante @lacontroller1991 @loverhymeswith

Reader's P.O.V

"Don't you think you should take some time off?" My friend asked during our video call, making me stop writing and look at the screen.

"Why? I'm fine, Alyssa! I like what I do" I said, starting to write again and shaking my leg because of anxiety.

"I think three books published in a few months is already too many and you need to rest, Y/N" Aly said with worry in her voice making me stop and take a deep breath.

“I just want to distract myself from the bad things happening in my life now” I ran my hands over my face feeling exhausted and now paying more attention to my friend.

"I know that's how you relax yourself, bestie but- It's not healthy and you can have a burn out" Aly was right, it wouldn't help me if I overworked and got over the thing I like the most.

"I'll just create the character, okay? Can you help me with that, Aly?"

We spent a few hours deciding what that character would look like, choosing a name as if it were our child, making jokes about being Frankenstein for creating something together, and choosing the language and appearance of the character. Maybe because I was drinking wine to accompany my friend during the call, we were having so much fun and with each new feature we laughed saying that this would be the mix of the men of our dreams.

"This man has a German accent and speaks French, he couldn't be more perfect" Alyssa said laughing and shaking her head.

"Erik Heller is the man of our dreams! I would totally marry him" I took another sip of the wine.

"Why don't you search for someone like him? You know, after that shitty relationship you went through" Aly said calmly trying to not make me mad or something.

"Because he's a character that we created to be perfect and perfection doesn't exist in real life, Aly" I sigh, finishing another full cup of wine. "I would only get a man like this if magic exists and I wish for him"

"Why don't you try? You never know if it might happen or not" She says, making me laugh.

"Oh shut up, Alyssa! How would that work? Blood sacrifice?" I stood up to open my bedroom's window.

"You're so dark! Not blood sacrifice but something romantic, I don't know" I heard Aly chuckles.

"Like a shooting star?" I asked, looking at the stars.

"Yes! A shooting star's wish would be amazing, don't you think?" She said smiling as soon as I got back in front of the laptop.

"Let's just finish his backstory, Aly"

"Why do all your characters always have a sad story?" Aly asked as soon as she finished reading what I sent her.

"Sad? They always end well and happy" I say, leaning back in my chair to make myself more comfortable.

“Yes, after suffering everything possible and being traumatized" My friend said, making me laugh.

"But at least they have happy endings, Aly" I say, arranging the table that my things were on and taking the empty bottle of wine from there. "Maybe I write like this because I'm waiting for my happy ending after going through so much"

“Aww bestie…” I heard her say but not paying too much attention until I saw something in the night sky.

“Oh shit, Aly! I just saw a shooting star-” I couldn't even finish speaking, because my friend started yelling at me.

“MAKE A WISH! Make a wish quickly, bitch”

"Calm down, Aly! I- I wish- I wish Erik Heller" I said laughing but stopped as soon as the power went off and my laptop turned off. "Shit- No no no"

I got up quickly to try to turn on my laptop, which resulted in me knocking over the bottle of wine that splattered into shards in the room, so I decided to use the flashlight on my cell phone to get out of my room and go try to turn the house power back on. Muttering curses I went downstairs to the kitchen to look for candles in the drawers, and as soon as I found them, I lit some and placed them in some of the rooms in the house. I took a candle to my room still using my cell phone camera, placed it on the table and took care with the shards, bending down to gather them using a sheet of paper that prevented me from cutting my hands. I finished collecting the shards by taking them to the bathroom and throwing them in the trash, as soon as I got back to my room I heard a noise outside in my garden.

"I just wanted peace.... These raccoons are very bold" I say, going to look out the window and scare away the striped intruder.

When I looked out the window I saw a tall silhouette, a man, who had probably fallen there because he was cleaning his clothes from the dirt. At that moment I froze, as soon as the stranger turned around I closed the window and lowered myself against the wall.

"What the fuck is this?" I muttered to myself as I looked for my cell phone that I had left on the floor. I lifted my head a little to look out the window, seeing if the man was still there and finding my yard empty, getting confused.

Am I going crazy?

I stood up looking better at the outside of the house, letting out a sigh of relief and turning my attention back to my laptop that still hadn't turned on even though it was charging. But my relief didn't last long as I heard something hit my window, probably a rock, making me take a step back and feel a burning pain in my foot.

"Shit!" I complained low, knowing that I had stepped on some shrapnel that went unnoticed when it came time to clean it up.

The noise at the window repeats itself, making me walk to it and open it prepared to throw the candle and other things on top of any possible intruder.

"Are you hurt? Scheiße-" The stranger could not finish speaking as I had already thrown the candle in his direction, causing him to mumble something I could not decipher.

"Get out of here or I'll call the police!" I tried to sound as serious as possible even though I was scared to death.

"But you're hurt-" The man approached the window, making me gasp, surprised by how he looks.

"Who the hell are you? Get the fuck out of here" I said firmly and closing the window quickly lowering my self next to the wall again. This just can be a sick dream because I'm exhausted. It's just a dream…

[artzychic27]

Is Grimm tales ever coming back?

(So, turns out, my notifications have been slower than I thought, because I’m just seeing a bunch of asks right now)

Anyway, Grimm Tales is coming back, and I’m working on Nino Pan. Here’s a sneak peek

'The eldest Darling sibling pulled out her book as her younger siblings gathered 'round.

"Sisters, today, I will read you a wonderful story," she told them.

"What is it about?" "Is there magic?"

The eldest sister smiled. "Oh, hush now, and quiet down. This is the story of a boy who never grew old.

His name... Is Peter Pan."'

"LOOK OUT!" Alya screamed as a blur of blue and red crashed into her... Not bedroom, prompting her to hold her... Not sister close. While whatever had crashed into the bedroom was a bit disoriented, she looked around before grabbing a black umbrella off of the floor and holding it like a sword, not that she knew how to use one, but she needed to protect her fake sisters.

As soon as she woke up, Alya could already tell these two polite young girls were most definitely NOT her sisters. And she was definitely not in Paris anymore. Based on everyone's accents and the view of Big Ben out of her window, she's guessing she's in England. As for the time period... Long ago because there are no phones or television! She traveled back in time and she can't even document this moment!... Well, there is the old-fashioned pen and paper, but people need to hear about this now on her blog!

Okay, there's always her definition of the old-fashioned method, typing up an article. Yeah, once she gets out of whatever Marc got her into, she'll just rush back home, grab her trusty laptop, and get to typing.

Speaking of Marc, she hopes he's okay. The writer became sort of a close friend to her. Whenever Marinette is too busy, Marc will immediately volunteer to babysit her demons for sisters and comes out without needing to be rushed to a mental hospital, earning him the respect of her father and Nora. So, hearing that he got Akumatized just stings a bit. And once she finds out the cause, if a person upset him in any way, she swears on her journalistic integrity, she will hunt find them and make sure they pay!

But what could a single person have done to make Marc so upset and cause him to be Akumatized? Everything seemed to be alright, he got along well with everyone... Though, he is one of those who are a little wary around Lila. And, while it was a bit annoying at first, trying to convince him and a certain few that Lila is a nice person, Alya eventually learned to accept that not everyone gets along with each other and decided to leave Marc, Marinette, Alix, Juleka, Rose, Aurore, Mireille, Jean, Ismael- Wow, a lot of people don't like Lila that much. She'll never get it, Lila's so nice... Sure, the problems with her memory can get others into trouble like when Marinette got expelled, but it's not on purpose.

Slowly, Alya lowered the umbrella when she got a closer look at the intruder and smiled when she saw her boyfriend... Dressed like Peter Pan. "Babe," she chortled. "Nice tights."

He got out of the pile of stuffed animals he crashed into and turned to the auburn-haired girl with a sheepish smile. "Hey, Alys." She goes to help him up. "God, it was not easy getting here! I kept bumping into lampposts, cars, falling every five minutes." He rubs the small bruise on the back of his head. "Regardless, I'm just glad to see you."

Alya smirked and gave his collar a tug. "Get over here, you."

Not-Ella and not-Etta giggle as the two begin to lean in close for a kiss. However, before their lips are even an inch away, a bright blue light flew between them, startling Alya and making Nino roll his eyes. "Alya, meet... Aurore-Bell? Tinker Aurore... I don't know. It's just Aurore as Tinker Bell."

Alya raised a finger to the fairy version of her friendly rival in journalism and tapped her arm, making her emit a sound reminiscent of tiny bells ringing, meaning the stories and movies are true! Wanting to hear that again, Alya goes to poke at Tinker Aurore again, but she swats her finger away.

"Alright, alright. Easy, Tinker." The fairy only flips her off. "Well," Alya said in an aghast voice. "I can see she takes a bit after the real Aurore." Before more words could be exchanged, a bright gold light caught their attention and made her not-sisters run to her side out of fear. Nino makes his way towards the source of the glowing and found it near a dollhouse in the corner of the room.

"There's some writing on the wall." On instinct, Alya glances at Ella and Etta, but they appear to be perfect angels in whatever world Marc or Grimm Tales put them in. Well, she's going to enjoy this for as long as she can. "'And suddenly...'"

'Suddenly, crashing into the room with a rooster call was none other than Peter Pan!

He told the siblings of a wonderful place, a land beyond their home,

one where you never grew old and fantasies came to life. "How do we get there?" The eldest Darling asked.

"We fly!" He cheered, his feet no longer touching the ground.'

Alya's dark skin somehow became stark white with fear as he said those last words. "Fly? No! No, we're not doing that, not until you get the hang of flying!"

"I've figured it out," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I just wrap my arm around you like so-"

"Nino," she said in a warning tone as he wrapped an arm around his waist. "What are you-"

He continued, "Then you head towards an open window and pray for it to work."

"Nino, I swear to God."

"Then you jump and FLY!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, NINO!" Alya screamed as she was pulled out of her third-story window while her not-sisters could only watch in horror as they fell closer and closer to the cobblestone road... Before floating right back up to the window so they can see the petrified look on Alya's face and what looks like a few white strands in her hair. Nino chuckled as his girlfriend shook in his arms.

"Babe, are you alright?"

After a moment, she said, in a shuddering voice, "I-I'm go-gonna k-kill y-y-you..."

(Now, I’m gonna try and get through these asks)

[blorbosexterminator]

Not making as much progress as I'd like on the Sequel, but here's a fun little snippet from They are Blood to Me//They are Dust to You:

When they go back out, she huddles with the other students. Gabriel is busy either blowing his cover or trying to make Alison think he's the stupidest creature to walk the Earth. 

"I say we make it a fun experience. This will just be a funny story to remember later by."

"That is if we live to remember it," Alison snipes back at him.

"I'm sure we will. Robbers never want to kill people. Statistically speaking. And why should they? On the record being a robber is something and a murderer is something else together."

"They can harm us in other ways."

He shrugs. "I doubt it. They don't have any reason to."

"Because all rapists, murderers, and sadists have good reasons, right?"

Gabriel just laughs and shakes his head. "You do have a point there. But why expect the worst?" 

"Well, if we'd have expected this, we wouldn't have come." 

Gabriel turns look her straight in the eye, then smiles as he answers, with feigned seriousness. "That's true. But who could have ever expected it?" And his eyes meet Elena's. She nearly laughs. 

It brings Alison's attention to her, who stares at her expectedly and Elena feels pressured to say something. "He's an idiot most of the time. But I agree. It's be over soon, I'm sure. Hours and we will be out of here."

Now it's Gabriel's turn to turn his face away, controlling a chuckle. "My parents are dead worried right now. They don't know what's happening. And you two are just joking around."

"It's the same for everyone here," Elena says expressionlessly. Sometimes this girl really fucking gets at her nerves. "Other people have parents too."

"Not you, you don't. You have nothing to worry about out there-"

"Ouch, Ali," Gabriel says. "Low blow." As if he's not the one who started this. She apologizes to him quietly—and not to her, when the comment was meant at her in the first place—and they go back to whispering quietly between themselves. She finds Pablo staring at her from where he's sitting against the other wall, and flips her finger at him. 

[strangedreamings]

S2E7 (spoilers abound)

Addam, you'd better come clean about your parentage soon. The guy probably doesn't even know his dragon's name.

Alicent bemoaning that she served her House (it's telling that she didn't say "family") and the Realm her entire life only to be cast aside. Honey, did you really think you'd have a different fate than countless other noblewomen? You did, didn't you? Pathetic.

Fucking hell, woman, you want go sightseeing in the Kingswood (a huge forest outside of KL) with no one accompanying you but one member of the Kingsguard? You have a death wish. Or maybe she really does have a death wish and wants to either kill herself or have him do it. That's not in the book but that hasn't stopped the writers before.

Larys and Ironrod talking about Seasmoke. Larys really wants to dismiss this? Granted, it took a game of telephone for the info to get to Ironrod, but still, he's not being a very good Master of Whisperers if he dismisses rumors like that.

Ser Alfred's being a contrary shithead again. Can Seasmoke eat him, please?

Mysaria suggests looking at the Targ bastards. Finally!

Corlys, just acknowledge your bastard(s) and put everyone out of their misery.

Young Oscar is brave enough to stand up to Daemon but wise? Nah. Still, keep an eye on him. Can he tell Daemon's lost his fucking mind? Unclear, but he doesn't trust him one bit, good. I just checked, Oscar survives the Dance in the book. Let's see if the writers will give him that.

Hell, he might not even survive this gathering of the Riverlords.

Forget what I said, Oscar's very wise for someone his age. Let's just hope he can keep his head (literally and figuratively). He's making Daemon "dispense justice." Daemon is looking every one of his 48 years (which is interesting since Matt is 41), the stress is really getting to him.

Did Daemon imagine this whole thing? Alys and the curse are really getting to him.

Wouldst thou like to live deliciously, Daemon?

Half-dead Viserys who actually sounds pretty lively and is making a lot of sense.

Speaking of half-dead, hi, Aegon. Your PT isn't going very well.

Corlys semi-acknowledging his bastard son Alyn. Interesting.

Rhaena going dragon hunting. This can't end well.

Alicent's camping trip. She doesn't want to go back and I don't blame her, but honey, you can't stay in the woods forever. Go to your mom's family's place, Brightwater Keep.

Whoa, Jace is getting racist on us. Or maybe the writers were trying for "snobbish," but a white man calling a Black man a "mongrel" can never be seen as anything but racist. "What are we then?" Well, you're a bastard half-Targaryen, Jace, which actually makes you no better than bastard half-Velaryon Addam. At least Addam's not being a pissbaby about it. Honestly, the Battle of the Gullet can't come soon enough.

Oh, Jace, your mother should fucking slap you for how you're speaking to her right now. "And now you say you will strip that from me too." When did she ever say that? Jace, you are so full of shit. You may have a Targaryen mother but you are no Blood of the Dragon.

Ulf. I don't like this guy. I get the purpose he serves in the narrative, I just don't think he's interesting.

Is this blacksmith claiming to be a son of Saera Targaryen, courtesan sister of Daemon and Viserys' parents Baelon and Alyssa? If so, they've changed Saera's story quite a bit. She wasn't just a courtesan, she was THE courtesan in Volantis. Hmm.

So their daughter did die. Yeah, she looked like she was at death's door the last time we saw her. Still, it's sad. Oh, this guy's Hugh Hammer, that makes some sense.

Okay, that's a lot of Targ bastards. Why stop at just two dragons, Rhaenyra? Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, and Sheepstealer are also available, though their riders would have to both claim and tame them.

Vermithor's turn for a barbecue, lovely. Hey, Hugh, is gaining a dragon worth losing your wife?

This idiot Ulf got lost in the caverns. Did he just step on an egg? He's pissed off Good Queen Alysanne's dragon Silverwing. She's claimed him? Great.

Ulf has taken it upon himself to fly Silverwing to KL. Or maybe it was Silverwing's idea and he's just along for the ride, he doesn't seem to be controlling her at all.

Aemond, I really hope you're not thinking of facing a dragon on horseback. You're not that stupid. Oh, there's Vhagar. Poor thing just wants to retire. So the two of them follow Ulf and Silverwing to Dragonstone, THEN Aemond decides to turn back? Whatever.

Nice seeing Syrax, Vermithor, and Silverwing in one shot.

Preview for the season finale. "The Prince Regent is angry, there is no telling what he would do." Larys, have you been paying attention SINCE SEASON ONE? Aemond is ALWAYS angry.

Aemond wants his grieving sister to fly into battle? Honey, she's never even SEEN a battle, let alone participated in one. Does she even know "dracarys"?

Well, the finale will be interesting, at the very least.

[mehphoobia]

Perseus: Chapter 5- Meant to be

Pairing- Shawn (alpha) x Reader (alpha)Warnings- non character death, violence, blood, death, abuse, fluff, eventual smut, romance.

Summary- The night sky held more than just stars for you, it held your story that guided you towards your Perseus

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Your heart felt at ease but you found yourself in a difficult position at the same time. Janice was definitely a person you could trust but also telling someone your secret which has been a burden ever since you realized it somehow didn't feel right. Mel never asked you why you would always back away from the topics of mates, little did she know, that blessing was taken away from you.

"Y/N, Ali and Anna in that car. Brian and me will be in this one and Shawn will be behind us." Rhea spoke pointing towards the three cars that were now standing in front of your door. The sun was going to set in a few of hours and you had to start before that. You were picking up your bag and heading towards the car but, "Y/N will be with me. All four of you can fit in the other car. Two cars would be just fine." said Shawn.

"Four of us in one car?" whined Brian. Rhea could definitely sense it and said, "He is right and hey suck up that big fat ass of yours" scolded Rhea and Brian continued to whine. "Children, I have children in my pack" said Shawn helping you with your bags and the small diversion paved a way for a smile on your face.

Janice and Paul were going to stay with Mel and Dave as Dave would need time to heal. Wolfsbane had its own effects. "Hey" Paul came and stood near you. "Hi" you said. "I know this must be too much for you and we are kinda sorr-" "I don't think its your fault. The man said he wanted me so all this ruckus is my fault so please don't blame yourself" you explained.

"I should be the one leaving" you continued. "No all of us are together in this" Janice said over-hearing the conversation. "Yeah and also take care of Shawn he has been too calm about all of this" warned Paul. He left after offering you with a reassuring smile but Janice stayed. "Y/N about the thing you told me earlier, its safe with me so don't worry" Janice calmed the insecurity in you. "Thank you" your voice was soft. "You know what the Moon Goddess has plans for all of us and I am sure she has one for you too" reassured Janice. You smiled through your pain but then "Y/N" Shawn slowly called out your name. You nodded your head and bid goodbye to Paul and Janice.

The car ride was silent but Shawn kept stealing glances and you noticed, way too many times. He pursed his lips at his embarrassment and soon you heart felt at ease at his endearing self. "Aren't you angry?" he asked. "For what?" you questioned back. "Your pizza treat got cancelled" he joked. "Yeah very" you chuckled.

"But shouldn't you be the one who is angry because of me. I mean that ma-" you trailed off when Shawn put his fingers around your hands. "I am not, trust me. Its not your fault. Do you want me to quote Paul now and hey you are supposed to take care of me you know my mood swings" he tried his level best to compress your agony. "You heard?" your eyes widened. He couldn't have had heard you speaking to Janice or did he?

"Yeah and he is right you know" he looked at you briefly before turning his attention back to the road. How does he do that? When ever he is around all of your tension just runs away as if..no that couldn't be. He could not be your mate. For goodness sake you didn't even know if you had one for that matter.

Anger and revenge corrupted his blood. Those hunters had already gotten away with killing his only best friend and now you were threatened too. Rhea who was mentally strong was taken aback. Brian who always seemed like the happy-in-all-times kid seemed scared. He had seen how worried Paul and Janice were for each other and the entire pack. Anna and Ali were completely broken too. He had to stay calm for the sake of his pack, for you.

"Hey I might know a way to make up for the pizza treat" suddenly Shawn jumped in his seat. You were shocked as you said, "Yeah and how is that?" "Our pack used to come around here for our run during the full moon. Do you want to um--uh--twjhuiewe?" his muffling words caused you to have frown on your forehead. "What?" you started laughing at his vulnerability. "COME FOR A RUN WITH ME" he finally blurted out after preparing himself. "Now?" you were surprised at the sudden suggestion or a request perhaps. "Yeah the farmhouse is nearby too and I will convince Rhea about it" he finished his sentence faster than the bees buzzing.

"Okay" Shawn whipped his head at you as if someone had granted his childhood wish. Soon you fetched your pack robe and headed towards the woods after looking at Shawn talking excitedly on the phone. "And he calls me a kid" you murmured.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you woke your wolf. Your eyes snapped open and the rose gold color of your eyes worshipped the moon goddess as they glowed in the moonlight. Beautiful white fur was stirred by the soft breeze and the pack robe was around your neck. Now in your wolf form you took a deep breath in and found the familiar earthy scent. Shawn was waiting for you.

"Y/N" Your ears twitched when you heard Shawn's voice. You followed it and found a jet black wolf, bigger than you was standing majestically in the moonlight. Shawn couldn't take his golden eyes off of you. You just looked so beautiful in your wolf form. Slowly, gracefully you walked towards him. The stars in the night sky made you shine and that's when Shawn knew that he was in love.

You nudged his nose and he nestled against your neck, reminding you of his lips when he kissed you in the kitchen. "Follow me" you heard his voice as you both started running in the woods. It was magical. The cool night breeze, the moon glowing in the sky and the stars lighting up the very path was too good to be true. You didn't want the night to end. Little did you know so did Shawn.

After sometime, the both of you stopped near a tree. Shawn looked at it with remorse in his eyes. His head hung low as he watched the roots. "Connor" a plate that hung on a branch read.

Then you realized. The best friend Rhea was talking about was Connor. He was the one who was killed by the hunters. Your heart broke when you looked at Shawn. What must he have gone through? Seeing Dave lying on the floor and Mel crying was such a painful picture for you, but him? Shawn had to watch his best friend die.

You walked towards him and put your head on his neck. He curled himself in your embrace and then looked at you. No words were exchanged but your emotions said it all.

A familiar but an unfamiliar scent grabbed your attention. Shawn realized it too. "Get behind me" you heard as he growled. As your turned and looked at the wolf, you knew those eyes.

"Mom!" Shawn was surprised as he heard you.

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A/N: Hello guys Chapter 5 is here and its quite a mixed bag. The next chapter will unfold the real mystery so stay tunes for chp 6

My requests are open so go ahead drop in your plots or your feedbacks.

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Also I was thinking about starting an Instagram page where I could let you know about the status for all my fanfics and you could also talk to me personally so let me know what you think about this idea. I mean I am sure asking about when the next part comes out or update on your requests can be easier this way...what do you think?

Love yourself...you are worth it ❣❣

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Don't Let Your Past Ruin Your Present (USWNT x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Would you feel comfortable writing a USWNT x baby reader when she’s only just turning 21 but she’s struggled with addiction for a while cause her childhood home wasn’t the best, so the media finds out and backlashes her so the team comes to her aid and supports her.

This one is pretty heavy guys, so forewarning. 

Mentions of past drug use, past alcohol abuse, past abuse, addiction, 

Tears wells up in your eyes as you stare down at your phone, your hands shaking violently.  

You drop your phone onto the hotel room’s bed before you make your way to the balcony, the heavy falling rain not deterring you in anyway as you step out onto the balcony, tilting your head back so the rain showers down on you. 

They’d found out. 

The world had found out. 

And there was nothing you could do about it.

                                                          ***

“Where’s Y/N?” Kelley asks with a yawn, stretching her arms high above her head as she plops down in the empty seat beside Alex.  

“You didn’t see her?” Christen asks, confused and the defender shakes her head.  

“Guys...”  

The look on Megan’s face makes everyone freeze, their eyes narrowed as her mouth opens and closes a few times before she finally speaks.  

An anonymous source from USWNT player Y/N Y/L/N’s past contacted TMZ earlier this afternoon with inside information about USWNT Player Y/N Y/L/N that has never been released to the public.

Megan glances around the table, her teammates hanging on her every word as she reads the article.  

The USWNT player was known to have addictive tendencies, abusing alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, the list goes on and on, all these addictions before the age of 18.

Christen basically leaps to her feet, along with the rest of the team, the forward leading the charge as she runs back to you room, forgoing the elevator instead taking the stairs, she had the stamina and there was no way she was going to wait for it, a number of the other players following her lead.  

Christen, unsurprisingly, gets to the room first, knocking on the door hard, but gets no answer.  

The keycard is in her hand seconds later, courtesy of Tobin who’d grabbed it from Mallory before chasing after Christen.  

Everyone is sprinting down the hall as Christen shoves the door open.  

“Y/N!?” She calls out, seeing your phone lying on the bed and you on the balcony outside, sitting in the heavily pouring rain, your face buried in your hands.  

Christen frowns as she moves onto the balcony, uncaring that she’s getting completely soaked as she drops down in front of you.  

“Y/N...” She whispers and you shake your head.  

“No one was ever supposed to find out...” You whisper and she frowns.  

“You’re freezing Y/N, let’s get you inside.”  

You move to your feet with no resistance, your head down as you move into your room.  

“Come on sweetie.” Ali slips an arm around you, the two women walking you into the bathroom.  

“Let’s get you something warm to change into.”  

                                                          ***

Soon you’re back in bed, wearing dryer clothes and are significantly warmer considering you’re literally surrounded by your teammates, Christen, Tobin, Ali, Ashlyn, Kelley and Alex holding you the closest.  

No one had asked you about the article, instead switching the TV on, acting as If this were any other movie night.  

“It was the only way to get any sort of relief...” You finally mumble, everyone turning to you, eyes wide.  

You clam up under their gaze, but Christen and Tobin’s hands running down your back, along with the others hands on you in some other way eggs you on.

“At least when I was high, or wasted I felt something other than pain.” You hang your head in shame. “It was my escape...”  

“What were you trying to escape from?” Emily asks with a frown and you fidget nervously.  

“If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to.” Carli smiles and you nod, swallowing hard.  

Everyone turns back to the movie, knowing that expectantly leering at you would make you more than uncomfortable.  

You lean against Christen the forward leaning her head against yours.  

“My parents...” You take Christen’s hand, staring at the woman’s fingers as you nervously fiddle with them.  

“They weren’t good people... They enjoyed slapping me around when they weren’t drunk or high... Eventually...”  

You huff, a piece of hair falling in your face that Ashlyn immediately tucks behind your ear, the woman’s smile soft.  

“Eventually I fell into a similar crowd...It wasn’t long until my ‘so called’ friends offered me alcohol.” You close your eyes, hoping to keep your tears at bay.  

“After that it was marijuana...”

Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, her heart aching in her chest.  

“And after that it as cocaine...”

Kelley leans against the forward, their fingers tangling together.  

“And after that it was ecstasy...”

Tobin turns her head, leaning her forehead against your upper arm.  

“And after that...” You shake your head, shrugging. “I can’t remember...”  

You keep your head down, the sound of your teammate’s soft sniffles making you bury your face in your hands.  

“It was easy to get. It was easy to keep going. I couldn’t feel when they were smacking me around...”  

Tears run down your cheeks, pooling in your hands.  

“I couldn’t feel anything.” You sob, Tobin and Christen’s arms wrapping tightly around you, as well as the other’s forming a mob around you, everyone holding each other as they crowd you.  

You cry into your hands.  

“Once I started shooting up, I couldn’t exactly hide it at school, I was coming to class plastered, I was sneaking sips from a flask in my locker...” You shake your head, body wracked with sobs.

You start to rock, mumbling into the palms of your hands as Christen and Tobin hold you the tightest, Tobin whispering softly in your ear.  

“They eventually found out... They found out everything, about my drug abuse, about my parent’s abuse... and before I realized what has happening my parents were in jail and I was heading straight to rehab.”  

You shake your head, chuckling humorlessly.  

“How old were you?” Julie asks, and for the first time in a while you pick your head up, your eyes locking with her blue orbs.  

“13.”  

Julie’s eyes slam shut as she leans against Alyssa, the woman’s arms wrapped tightly around her.  

“Rehab was the hardest thing I ever had to go through... I was sick, I had the shakes, I could barely eat, drink, sleep...”  

Alex slips a hand on your cheek, thumb gently gliding across your smooth skin, you close your eyes, leaning into her touch.  

“But I got better...” You sigh. “It took forever, at least it felt like forever.” You shrug. “But eventually I was leaving rehab and going straight to foster care, which wasn’t any better.”  

You don’t know, but it’s almost as if every woman is on the bed with you, everyone hanging over one another to touch you in SOME way.

"I had to stay in a group home, I was never adopted so I didn’t get out until I was 18...” You smile softly.  

“I started watching soccer while I was in there...”  

You pick your head up, tears in your eyes as you grin.  

“Watching you... And I knew I wanted to be there...”  

Christen runs her fingers through your hair and you chuckle.  

“I scared the whole group house when Kelley got that goal against Germany, and Carli literally destroyed Japan during the World Cup.” You grin, the two women smiling proudly.  

“I talked to my social worker and I started practicing with a local team... I guess I impressed the right people and before I realized I was out of foster care and joining the NWSL.”  

You turn to Christen the woman beaming as you glance at Kelley and Becky.  

“Then I met you guys...” You shrug, tears streaming down your cheeks. “And you, you all changed my life.”  

Becky leans over everyone to press a kiss to the top of your head, both Christen and Kelley wrapping their arms around you.  

“You changed our lives forever Y/N, meeting you, playing with you... You’re just, the brightest of light in a life where you lived in nothing but the darkness.”  

Kelley cups your cheeks, ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs.  

“I knew offering you a place to stay was a rash decision, but one of the best I’ve ever made, because living with you, getting to know you, it meant everything to me.” Kelley kisses your forehead and you laugh, though moments later the corners of your mouth droop down in a frown.  

“I’m sorry I never told you.” You whisper, the defender shaking her head.  

“It’s okay, you were scared... You don’t need to be sorry.” She whispers, kissing your forehead again.  

You swallow hard, glancing around the room, your teammates wearing nothing but smiles.  

“You don’t...” You take a deep breath, smiling when Megan ruffles your hair. “You don’t hate me?” You whisper and everyone in the room snorts or scoffs.  

“Of course not.” Christen turns your head so your eyes lock.  

“If anything, we love you even more, because even through everything you’d been through, you’re still one of the most amazing people we’ve ever met.”  

Alex brushes a strand of hair behind your ear as your eyes yet again fill with tears, the women again moving into a group hug, surrounding you in nothing but their warmth, and their love.  

“We’re not going anywhere Y/N, we’ll get through this together. We promise.” Tobin whispers in your ear and you nod, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Emily leans between a few players, cupping your cheeks.  

“Don’t let your past define your present, okay? You’re not what your parents turned you into, what your friends turned you into, what life had turned you into. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, a pro soccer player and baby of the USWNT.” Emily teases and you chuckle, the woman kissing your cheek as she pulls back.  

“Who knew you were so articulate.” You tease and Emily’s brows furrow.  

“What did you call me?” She asks and you snicker, smiling when Lindsey throws an arm around Sonnett.  

“God, I love you.” She beams, the defender’s cheeks flushing pink.  

You look around the room, a wide smile stretching across your face.  

“I love you guys...” You whisper and everyone grins.  

“We love you too, we’ll get through this Y/N.” Crystal smiles and you nod.  

“Together?” You ask, glancing around the room, smiling when everyone nods.  

“Together.”  

[whattodowithace]

Prince Ali, Where Could He Be? (Donghun & Jun)

Title: Prince Ali, Where Could He Be?

Pairing: Donghun x Reader

Genre: Spicy

Word Count: 1,006 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop [Lio]

Summary: A twist on the beloved classic Aladdin. What happens when Jafar is a little more attractive and very giving of compliments to the princess Jasmine?

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Jasmine sits on the floor next to her father's throne as she watches the man before her eyes. He paced back and forth, his trusty parrot by his side trying to calm him in his annoying squeaky voice. The villain, Jafar, had overrun the palace, placing Jasmine's father in jail and keeping her tied to the throne. He possessed a genie lamp, using the powerful creature to do his bidding in his quest to rule the world. Jasmine struggled against the bonds he had trapped her in, using all her strength trying to free herself to combat the villain that terrorized her beloved palace and people. When she had no such luck, she knew who she needed to wait for, she knew who would save her and her father from Jafar. Aladdin, Aladdin would be her savior and she knew he would come for her.

"You won't win, Jafar." Jasmine speaks, drawing attention away from the Genie and to her self.

Jafar's words halted as he smirked, turning his head to meet the Princess's eyes he takes slow menacing steps towards her. He reaches her, leaning down in front of her to grasp her chin, forcing her to look up at him from her sitting state.

"Is your little street rat going to save you?"

Jafar's sneer was venomous, anyone would shiver in fear, however Jasmine held her glare as her cheeks felt the ache due to the rough hold of his fingers.

"He is."

Her confidence reflected in her voice, unwavering and strong as she held eye contact with the man in front of her. Jafar chuckles in a sinister way as he releases her cheeks, trailing a finger along her jaw to tilt her chin.

"You look gorgeous when you fight back, Princess."

Jafar's voice had lowered into a whisper, his eyes trailing down to her lips. His voice carried a soft tone, one full of love, too much love for a villain.

Jasmine rolls her eyes, a laugh coming from her as she looks to her right watching several men scurry around in a rushed state.

A sudden loud voice shouts through the room, the voice carrying throughout the room because of the megaphone used by the director. "Cut! Everybody take five."

The lights illuminating the room dim, all special effects turning off as a bell rings, signaling a break.

"Donghun, you are not the love interest in this movie. The Director is already sick of your constant compliments to me." The girl playing the role of Jasmine laughs as Donghun, the man playing Jafar, keeps his eyes trained on her lips.

"But you look stunning and you have to kiss Aladdin soon and I'm trying to prolong it as long as possible." Donghun admits as he releases the prop shackles keeping her tied to the throne as he gestures to actor Junhee Park, a very handsome up and coming actor who had scored his first leading role as Aladdin in the live action motion picture based off the famous Disney cartoon.

Jun waves at the pair, his bright smile contagious as she waves back at the young man with a bright smile of her own. She feels Donghun's arms snake around her waist, his strong arms pulling her close to his body as he shields her away from the young actor.

"If you keep prolonging the shoot I'm going to keep messing up the kiss and Jun and I will have to do it over and over again."

Donghun glares at her, his eyebrows furrowing as a scowl finds a home on his features.

"Donghun." She shakes her head, holding his cheeks in her hands for a few moments. "You are much more handsome when you aren't scowling.

Donghun leans his head down to her neck, his lips pressed against the side of her neck, the ghost of his lips feeling like a feather's weight against her skin. As he speaks his next words, she feels his hot breath on her skin and his full lips drag against her skin pleasantly.

"I bet Aladdin can't kiss you like this."

His lips leave an opened mouth kiss below her jaw, her body shivering at the sensation.

She says his name in a shaky breath, offering it as a warning to him as her hands encase his wrists to try and pull him away.

"Everyone is busy."

He was right. All the crew and camera man were gone, making good use of their 5 minute break. Donghun kisses up her neck, reaching her cheek where he leaves a quick peck. His kisses trail to her mouth as he grabs the back of her head, kissing her with a deep passion. She gets lost in the kiss with him, the hands originally trying to pull his wrists away were now keeping his hands firmly on her back, her hands holding onto him tightly. Before long, someone clears their throat, the two lip locked actors pull away, both looking at Jun who stood next to them.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go over the lines for the upcoming scenes?"

"Sure, Jun. Give me a second?"

Jun nods, bowing to Donghun with his hands at his sides and his eyes shifting nervously. Donghun nods his head to Jun, his eyes looking blankly at the boy who had interrupted their kiss  as Jun scurries off. Donghun's annoyed eyes return attention back to her where he begins leaning in to kiss her again. She holds a finger up, placing it on his lips, lifting one of her eyebrows as his arms stay glued to her waist.

"After we finish for the day."

Donghun hums against her finger. "Don't kiss Aladdin too passionately."

"Aladdin has a name and I could never give him the passion I will give you after we are done today."

Donghun smirks as he kisses her lips again, only releasing her after she pulls his arms away from her waist by her hands as she walks off to practice the ending lines with Jun.

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