#and why am i a JUNIOR no less. that’s like the baby year

[willofthestag]

i’m a 37 year old man what am i doing going to high school today

[kavehater]

I’m going insane I actually can’t believe them !!!!

[sissylittlefeather]

Loyal & True

A/N: I wrote something a little unorthodox, but it's been stuck in my brain like a splinter for over a year now, so I had to do it. This is a modern AU where Elvis is in a fraternity. This one is purely my fantasy, but I hope at least a few of you will get a kick out of it. It's pretty entertaining, if nothing else.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, typical smut, kissing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, but also they drink a lot of alcohol and smoke at one point.

Word count: ~4.4k

“Hey, honey, are you new here?” Elvis takes a sip from the beer he's holding in a red Solo cup. He cringes a bit at the taste. It doesn't matter how long he's in the fraternity, he'll never get used to the taste of cheap beer and he'll definitely never like it. You, on the other hand, he likes immediately.

“Oh, um, yeah. I'm thinking of going through rush, so my roommate thought I should experience a frat party as a means to convince me.” He smiles and it almost takes your breath away. How on earth is he so attractive?

“And are you convinced yet?” He takes another sip, but you suppress a giggle. It's obvious he doesn't like what he's drinking.

“Not really. The beer is cheap and the music could be better.” He laughs, appreciating your honesty. He's so used to girls who fall all over themselves to try to sleep with him that your bold truth is refreshing. Setting his cup on the counter, he nods.

“The beer is cheap, I'll give you that. We'll address that at the next chapter meeting, I assure you.” He's kidding, but you don't know enough about Greek life to know that.

“Y'all really talk about beer at meetings?” He laughs.

“Not at all. It was a joke. You really are new here, aren't ya?”

“I really am. I'm not sure this whole scene is for me.” He steps back and looks you up and down.

“You look like you fit in. But you also don't look like a freshman.”

“I'm not. I spent two years at a junior college and this is my second year here.”

“Why are you thinking of going through rush now?” You take a sip of the beer and then set yours next to his on the counter, making a face.

“That really is bad. I need friends. And I've heard it looks good on a resume.”

“Well, you're not wrong about that.”

“Just not sure I'm ready to buy my friends.” He clicks his tongue and looks at you disapprovingly.

“That's not what this is at all. You're paying for opportunities. The rest is up to you.”

“Mmm. That's an interesting way to think of it.” There's a small lull in the conversation, but he's not ready to move on from you.

“What kind of music would you prefer?” He asks and you laugh.

“I'm more of a classic rock girl. Think like Kansas, Boston, the Eagles, Elton John, things like that.” His eyes go wide and he tries not to smile like an idiot.

“You're a girl after my own heart. I agree. But this music is better for a party.”

“Why do you say that?” He smirks.

“Come on.” You raise your eyebrows and take the hand that he offers you, following him out to the dance floor.

“I really don't-”

“Just try it.” He puts his hand on your lower back and pulls you in close to him. Thankfully, the music is loud, so he doesn't hear you gasp a little when he puts his hands on your hips and starts to move you with him to the beat. You've never danced like this in public before, much less with a guy. “You're too stiff. Relax, baby.”

“I'm trying…” He pulls back and looks at you.

“Here, come with me.” You take his hand again as he leads you to the kitchen. It amazes you how many people say hi to him as you walk together. He introduces you to everyone, but there's no way you'll be able to remember all the names. The first time he realizes he doesn't know your name, but once you say it, he doesn't forget it. Eventually, you get back to the kitchen and he goes to a cabinet, pulling a bottle of liquor down from the top of it. “We need shots.”

You smile and nod. That sounds like exactly what you need. He comes up with two shot glasses and pours one for each of you.

“What is this?” He grins.

“Peanut butter whiskey.” Your mouth pops open. You didn't know there was such a thing.

“It's good, I promise. Cheers.” He taps his shot glass against yours and then throws back the brown liquor. You nod and do the same. You're no stranger to shots and this one is actually really good. “I was right, huh?”

“Yeah, it's really good.”

“You want another?”

“Hell yeah, I do.” He grins again and pours two more shots. This time, you do them together and put your glasses down at the same time. “That stuff is dangerous.”

“Why? You feelin’ like you might make a bad decision?” He smirks down at you mischievously. The whiskey is starting to go to your head, so you giggle.

“Mayyybe. Come on, let's dance.” He's surprised, but he doesn't argue as you take his hand and practically drag him back to the dance floor. Truthfully, you just want an excuse to press up against him again.

When you get back to the dance floor, it doesn't take long for you both to settle into a rhythm of grinding against each other to the beat. You start out facing each other, but before too long he turns you and you go to work rubbing your ass against his crotch. You're not sure what's come over you, but it's like you've been living for this moment and you've had just enough alcohol to lower your inhibitions. He holds your hips and guides your motions against him. As the tension builds, his lips find your neck and he starts to press soft kisses just below your ear. For a bit, you reach back and grab the back of his hair as he continues kissing your neck. Before too long, though, you turn to face him. He looks into your eyes for about half a second and then dives in, crashing his lips into yours in a wildly passionate kiss. He pulls your hips in tight against his and you feel his hardness where it strains against his pants. Your arms are around his neck and somehow he still sways a little to the music as his tongue explores your mouth. His hands start to roam as the kiss reaches a fever pitch and he pulls back breathlessly.

“Air. We need air.” You're a little disappointed, but he leads you off the dance floor again and out to a large patio. He pulls a small cigar out of his pocket and you pull out a cigarette. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he lights yours first and then his. You take a drag and lean back against his chest.

“You didn't want to dance anymore?” You ask, wondering why he'd stopped you when he did. He blows out a puff of smoke and whispers in your ear.

“A gentleman doesn't fuck a lady on the dance floor.” You giggle as he kisses your neck before taking another puff of his cigar.

“No? But he’ll fuck her on the patio?” Now it's his turn to laugh.

“No, baby. Not out here either.” You smoke for a bit in silence, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you.

“What's your major?” You ask, just wanting to hear the sound of his voice again.

“Audio engineering. Yours?”

“English literature.”

“Ah. Music and lyrics. We make sense together.” You're a little surprised that he'd mention anything about you being together, but the idea intrigues you.

“Hey, how does everyone know you?” You ask, finishing your cigarette and turning in his arms to face him. He takes another puff of his cigar, before putting it out and slipping what's left of it back into his pocket.

“I'm the president.” Your mouth drops open.

“You're shittin’ me.”

“I assure you; I'm not. I'm the president of the fraternity.” You laugh a little.

“Wow. I have university royalty wrapped around me right now.” He chuckles.

“That's right. You better enjoy it.” You smile as he leans down and kisses you gently. He's more tender than you expected. You really thought these frat guys all had one thing in mind, but he's so sweet and soft. Maybe it's all an act, but it feels real. You kiss him deeply and roll your hips against his. He moans softly and holds you tight for a second. “Honey, I'm happy to keep just kissin’ you on the patio. But if you want more, we need to go to my room.”

“Sir! I am a lady.” You protest, feigning innocence. He smiles and kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear.

“My apologies, dear. I guess I got confused when you kept rubbing yourself on me.” You giggle and snuggle into his chest in a gesture that's far too intimate for your circumstances, but seems appropriate nonetheless. He obviously doesn't mind as he sets his chin on your head and wraps his arms around you a little tighter. “I'm not usually like this.”

“Like what?” You pull back to look up into his face.

“Affectionate. I mean, I am, but not to this extent. I'm usually more… goal-oriented…” He tries to hide a smirk.

“That's a cute way to say you're usually focused on sex.” You raise your eyebrows.

“Well, I'm just usually not this content to cuddle on a patio, we'll say that.” Somehow, your eyebrows go even higher.

“So you don't want to have sex with me?” He closes his eyes and leans his head back.

“Man, I really set myself up here.” You giggle and he bites his bottom lip, looking back down at you. “Honey, I'd take you upstairs in a heartbeat if that's what you wanted. But if it's not, I'm not walking away. And that's the different part. I'm not walking away.”

He leans into you and presses his forehead against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the closeness, confused by how you can feel this connected after an hour at a noisy frat party.

You're in this position when one of the guys sticks his head out the door and hollers.

“Yo, Presley. We're up on beer pong. You ready?” Elvis grumbles a bit and then unwraps himself from around you, hollering back at the guy at the door.

“Shit. I forgot I signed up for that. Yeah, I'm comin’!” He turns back to you and smiles. “You wanna play? You can be my partner. Scotty can play with someone else.”

“I've never played before, but sure, I can try.” You look up at Elvis sweetly. The guy that you're assuming is Scotty laughs, gesturing to both of you.

“Awesome. I'll play against you two.” You take Elvis's hand and make your way back into the party behind Scotty. The guys get the cups set up and fill them with beer and you wrinkle your nose.

“I'm not drinkin’ that.” Elvis grabs you around the waist and kisses your cheek.

“I'll drink it, baby.”

“She has to drink something! House rules. Everybody drinks.” Elvis rolls his eyes at Scotty and then looks back at you.

“I made that rule. I guess I have to follow it. What do you want?”

“Bring me a glass of whiskey and I'll sip it.” Elvis looks at you like he could kiss you and Scotty laughs again.

“Damn, sweetheart, you keep this up and he's likely to marry you.” You giggle to cover up the way your stomach flip-flops and Elvis pushes Scotty's shoulder. He doesn't contradict him, though, as he walks into the kitchen, leaving you in the room with the guys. You make small talk until he comes back with your drink. He hands it to you and then goes into game mode.

“Okay, honey, now just focus on the cups and try to get a nice arch on it. If you feel like you can keep the ball out of the cup by blowing on it, try it. You can swat it if they bounce it and if you make a bounce that's three cups. We get two re-racks.”

“Yeah, I'm never gonna remember all that. I'm not even sure that was English.” He laughs and kisses your forehead.

“Let's just play. I'll help you.” The game begins and you're surprised both at how good Elvis is and how competitive he is. He tries so hard to be patient with you as you learn, but it's clear that he's in hell when you're losing by two cups. They're down to one cup and you have three left and Elvis is about to pull his hair out.

“I'm sorry…” You whisper. He turns and wraps you in his arms.

“No, baby, it's okay. I'm okay.” You pull his mouth down to yours and kiss him softly. He smiles against your lips and relaxes significantly. The guys all look at each other with their eyebrows raised. They've never seen their president like this with a girl.

“Y'all gonna shoot, or just make out?” Scotty asks sarcastically. Without taking his eyes off of you, Elvis bounces the ping pong ball on the table and it goes directly into the front cup. The room goes crazy as the guys clap and cuss and cheer.

“Okay, now baby if you make this, we win.” He looks you in the eye and you nod. You turn and he puts his hands on your hips, pressing himself up behind you. “Just relax. You got this.”

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, open your eyes and shoot. It feels like the ball moves in slow motion as the whole room watches it. And then, to everyone’s shock, it lands square in the same front cup that Elvis's did.

You'd think you had won the Olympics with the way the guys lose their minds. Elvis grabs you and spins you around, peppering your face with kisses. When he finally puts you down, you have to high five pretty much everyone in the room, including Scotty, who gives you a nod of respect. After what feels like way too long, the guys calm down and start to set up for the next game.

In all the commotion, Elvis grabs your hand and drags you back to the living room where everyone is dancing and settles you onto a couch in a corner of the room. It's too loud to talk and between the whiskey and beer, you don't really want to anyway. He's been dying to get his hands on you again and you'd be lying if you said you weren't craving him like a drug. You sit next to him and turn, throwing your legs over his thigh. He tips your face up to his with his finger and looks into your eyes before leaning in to press his lips against yours softly. After a few more soft kisses, he runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you part yours, deepening the kiss. His tongue dips into your mouth, tasting you, and before you know it, you're straddling his lap, grinding against him as he has one hand in your hair and the other creeping up your thigh, his fingertips under the edge of your skirt where it has ridden up. You moan softly as his thumb grazes your inner thigh, just inches from where you really want him to touch you. He pulls back for a second and just looks at you before burying his face in your neck, kissing and sucking and nipping the sensitive skin there. In this moment, you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and he's overwhelmed with the desire to keep you. It's an urge he's never felt before, but it's strong now as he works a spot on your collarbone with his mouth. You spread your legs wider and press your dripping wet center against his hard cock, moaning with the pressure and friction. Both of his hands run back to your ass and pull you in tighter against him. You whimper as you rub your clothed pussy on him, desperate for more. You've never wanted anyone as much as you want him right now. He moves his mouth back up to your ear and moans.

“Fuck, baby. We gotta go upstairs.” You nod frantically as he kisses you again, his thumb running over the wet spot on your panties. “Before I fuck you right here on this couch.”

“I wouldn't say no.” You whimper and nibble on his earlobe.

“You can't say shit like that, baby.” He squeezes your hips with his hands and then lifts you a bit. “Come on.”

You back off of him and stand up as he adjusts his dick under his belt and then leads you to the stairs. On the landing at the top of the staircase, he kisses you again, grabbing the back of your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to the door at the end of the hall and then kicks it open, slamming it behind himself. You moan loudly as he turns and presses you up against it, rolling his hips so that his cock is rubbing on your center again. The whole time, his tongue is in your mouth, sliding against yours as you kiss wildly. Your hands are in the back of his hair and he holds your ass in both of his palms.

“I need to taste you, baby. Can I?” You whimper and nod as he puts your feet back on the floor and sinks to his knees. He lifts your shirt and kisses your stomach while you roll your hips forward sensually. You've never been this turned on in your life and you're desperate for more of him. He pulls your skirt and panties down and removes your shoes, leaving your whole bottom half naked. “Mmm… let me see this pretty little pussy.”

He puts one of your thighs on his shoulder and looks at you dripping with arousal.

“So pretty.” Without another thought, he leans forward and licks you, pushing his tongue in you as deep as it'll go.

“Fuck. Elvis…” You gasp and moan as he goes to work licking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. Eventually, he brings his mouth up to focus on your sensitive bud and slides two fingers up into you, curling and then pumping them. You feel your orgasm gather in your hips as he sucks lightly on your clit and then licks over it in tantalizingly slow circles.

“I can feel you, baby, you're so close. Let go and cum for me.” You've never had a man bring you to a climax this quickly or this easily before and something inside you reaches out to him as your release hits you, flooding your body with electricity and ecstatic pleasure. He groans, tonguing you through your orgasm as you shudder and pulse on his fingers. The look on your face, the little sounds you make, the way you taste, it all makes him want to do this for you forever. “You're so pretty, baby, so sexy when you cum for me. Was that good?”

“God-fuck-Elvis, yes!” You struggle to make words happen and he pulls back, smiling, his lips and chin glistening. He stands up and strips off your shirt, yanking your bra off and tossing it across the room. For a second, he just lets his eyes run over your body before he reaches out and gently drags his thumb over your nipple.

“So beautiful.” He murmurs, drinking you in and holding you in his mind. There's something particularly sexy about being naked while he's fully clothed. It makes you feel like some kind of nymph or goddess as he stares and touches you softly.

“I want to see you.” You run your hands up under his shirt and he lets you push it over his head and off. He drops it on the floor and you press soft kisses to his chest. Your hands drift to his belt buckle and he sucks in a breath as you undo it and the button and zipper on his pants. It surprises you that he's not wearing underwear when you see the tufts of brown hair in the opening of his slacks. Now it's your turn to drop to your knees, pulling his cock free and pumping it with your hand a few times. He groans and leans his head back.

“Feels good, baby.” He whimpers as you lean forward and lick a circle around the exposed head of his dick. When you pull him fully into your mouth, he damn near doubles over on top of you. Your oral skills are impressive and he bites his bottom lip and moans, trying not to completely lose control. “Fuckkkkk.”

You bounce on his cock and then press your nose into the tufts of brown hair as you take him deep in your throat. It makes your eyes water, but the strangled sound he makes when you do it is worth it. You continue working him with your hand and mouth for a bit until you feel his stomach tense and know he's getting close. That's when you pull back and stand up, kissing his chest again. He pushes his pants off the rest of the way and kicks off his shoes until he's as naked as you are. For a bit, you just stand there taking each other in. You've both had sex before, plenty of it, but something about this feels special and important. Finally, he reaches out and takes your hand, walking with you to the bed. Suddenly, he feels very vulnerable, like this is his first time again. He settles you on the bed and then lies down next to you, running his hand over your stomach.

“I'm sorry. I just got suddenly nervous.” He chuckles a bit and kisses your lips.

“Me too. Why does this feel so…?”

“Important?” He finishes your sentence and you nod.

“Yeah, that's exactly it.” You look into his eyes as he presses his hand to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“I think maybe this matters, maybe we matter.”

“I think so.”

“I don't wanna fuck you, baby.” Your eyebrows pull together in concern. “I want to make love to you.”

You relax into him as he moves on top of you, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks. He grinds his hips against yours and you feel the tip of his cock on your clit. You moan softly as he rearranges his hips a bit to line up with your entrance. Spreading your legs a little, you grant him access and give him permission to push into you. He slowly moves his hips forward, entering you gently, almost lovingly. You arch your back as he groans with the sensation of your tight wetness wrapping around him.

“God, baby. We fit together like a lock and key.” He rests his head on your shoulder as he fills you fully, stopping to give you time to adjust. But it's not really necessary as you do seem to fit together perfectly. He pulls his hips back, sliding out of you, and then rolls them forward again, pushing deep inside you.

Sex has never felt like this before for either of you. The physical sensations are heightened by the emotional connection you've created in the time since he first approached you. It's happened fast, but there's something a little undeniable about the two of you.

“Elvis… this… I…” You can't seem to find words to express what you're feeling as he picks up a slow and steady rhythm of sliding in and out of you.

“I know, baby.” He captures your lips in a deep kiss and then rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. You sit up and arch your back, swirling your hips around so that you push his dick even deeper inside you. His hands go to your breasts and he squeezes gently before running them down your sides to your hips. You let him guide your movements for a bit and then lean forward, kissing his cheek as he starts to fuck into you from underneath. “Feels so goddamn good, honey. I never wanna stop.”

“I wish you wouldn't.” You kiss over to his mouth and dip your tongue between his lips. His pace becomes more erratic as his body tenses again, pulled tight as his climax builds in his balls.

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum. Can I-”

“Yes. Don't pull out. I'm on the pill.” He nods and kisses you again as his hips snap upwards to meet yours over and over again.

“Shit.” He whispers through gritted teeth just before he slams into you one last time and his cock throbs and twitches, filling you with his release. You lay on his chest and he wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible, honey.”

“It really was. Elvis…” He looks down at you inquisitively.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing. It's nothing.” You look down and he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, tipping your chin to look into his eyes.

“It's not nothing. I think I know what you're trying to say.”

“You do?”

“Yes, and it's insane.” You nod and settle into the crook of his arm as he kisses each of your fingertips. At first, you're a little hurt that he'd call you insane, but that quickly changes with what he says next. “It’s crazy, but I don't care. I love you.”

You look up at him with your eyes wide and wet and he caresses your cheek.

“I love you too, Elvis.” You snuggle in as close to him as you can, your fingers rubbing over his chest hair gently.

“Will you stay with me?” He whispers. You think to yourself that he'll never get rid of you now.

“Tonight?” You ask innocently and he nods, still kissing your fingertips.

“Yeah… or… like… until we die?” He says the last part quietly, like he's not sure he wants to hear your response. You giggle and kiss his shoulder.

“Until we die. I like that idea.” He relaxes a bit and kisses your neck.

“Good. Me too.”

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The End

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[cinnamonest]

Don’t worry about replying to this in any capacity. Just wanted to say that I read your most recent post and it was extremely helpful and informative for me. I was just talking to my dad earlier about really struggling to understand how anyone could support Trump when he is just a complete bumbling fool of a man at best and a piece of shit bigot and sexist at worst. (Not to say that Harris is some beacon in the darkness, not a fan of her either.) But the perspective you offered was really enlightening so thank you for it. and I hope you are doing well enough, all things considered, and that regardless of what happens in the coming days that things get better for you and your community.

Thank you, that's very kind. I'm very glad it was helpful, I was worried I was coming across the wrong way or didn't word it very well or could be misinterpreted.

If it helps, I had some more thoughts I think would expand upon that, specifically for women — since I see a lot of posts essentially asking how women can possibly vote for the guy, and I think I can explain that too, as I've been thinking and talking a lot about that with women who I know intend to do so.

1) I think for the upper class, they tend to focus more on social issues, because economic issues don't affect them as strongly.

But for some of these people, especially moms, the increased cost of living is literally a matter of "how am I going to feed my children, how am I going to pay electric AND water," etc. So it becomes a priority, especially as many families have lots of kids, and some are single moms. They don't really think as much about social issues, whereas when I went to college, most of the kids cared only about social issues. The more financially secure someone is, the less preoccupied they are with economy.

But for a mom, the safety of and provision for their kids is paramount above all else, so economy and crime will take priority.

But since we only have 2 major parties, people often assume that whichever you vote for, you must agree with ALL of the party's official stances, which is often not the case. That's part of why our bipartisan system is so divisive and breeds hostility, because it creates an "us vs them" mentality.

2) women in the area I talked about don't really even think about abortion/reproductive rights. They're not militantly anti-choice (like some of the more suburban moms of kids I went to school with), it's more that no one ever really thinks about it at all. Many of them have kids very young and lots of them, it's just normal. They also don't have careers to focus on in the way higher-class women do, and many have no chance of ever going to college, so there's less reason to hold off on it.

People do what's normal per their class/local culture — so here, if a girl gets unexpectedly pregnant (which is... not uncommon), they don't freak out or think about how it will affect their future, how they'll afford it etc, they usually just... shrug, drop out of high school, marry the guy, have the kid.

When we were 16, one of my good friends got pregnant, and she too did exactly that. She was unironically overjoyed to find out too, rather than panicked or dismayed. Like, when she took the pregnancy test, I was there with her, sitting on the tile floor of the church bathroom at 9 pm with the test we scraped cash together to buy from the gas station-pharmacy hybrid shop down the road, and she, as a 16 year old high school junior, was actively hoping, fingers crossed and smiling and everything, that it would be positive. She's now 24 and is about to have baby #5.

And part of the reason she was fine with it was... because her mom had her at 15. It's a very cyclic thing. The possibility of abortion would not occur to them unless someone else brought it up.

3) Moreover, when women vote, they focus on what affects them specifically as a woman — and prioritize what's most "real" to us as an individual woman, the hypotheticals one can most realistically see happening to them. But what that most realistic thing is, varies a lot from woman to woman.

For a woman living in, say, Maine or northeast California or even a safer rural place like Idaho, I can see how abortion is probably the most "real" thing to them, that they can see themselves being in a position to affect them.

Whereas for me, having experienced harassment and aggression, reading about these statistics and headlines, violence is something I am much more afraid of happening to me. I'm very careful to avoid an area where I was harassed before.

But for someone in a low-crime place, that isn't something that's going to be a priority.

I personally now realize that a lot of the misunderstanding and clashing is a matter of the fact that women in many blue areas simply don't think about this, because they've never had a reason to, and that's perfectly understandable.

But a lot of women in areas like my home do not realize that. Many women at home strongly believe that "them uppity rich white women out in California or wherever the hell" (quoth my 90-something year old neighbor), are aware of, but simply don't care about, the consequences women here/poor women face. I used to think so too, when I was younger, because that's what I was told.

As a result, they view their blue vote as a very "let them eat cake" heartless-rich-person sort of thing, as selfish and/or classism, in the same way that women in blue areas likely view their red votes as female-class betrayal, religious brainwashing, believe their husbands must be controlling them, etc.

Now, with greater life experience, I not only understand that it isn't like that at all on either side, but I can also see why many blue-area women dismiss our experiences as "not really happening" or "right-wing propaganda," simply due to the fact that it's very difficult for them to fathom it, because it's so different from the reality they live in, it feels like it can't be real.

4) it *is* true that these women are often demonized and gaslit for talking about the rapes, job loss etc, so that has shifted even more moderate women very rightwards over the last few years, because they feel silenced/censored.

Donald is a sort of savior figure — he acknowledges the issue they otherwise feel censored on, and moreover, has essentially promised to take away the men that hurt them, their daughters, sisters etc. They want to feel safe again, they want their husbands to get their jobs back, feel like they have a secure future, etc, and his platform is literally "make America safe again, make America rich again, make America great again."

That line you may have seen all over the internet a few days ago, where Donald said something along the lines of "I'm going to protect the women if they like it or not"? And you know how it earned disgust from the mainstream population of women?

That line was received extremely positively by women at home. I've already seen them sharing it around with my mom/aunts/grandma on facebook, in a positive light, ecstatic. It makes them feel seen and heard in a culture that otherwise puts a hand over their mouth, and they cling to those words in hope of a better future.

Tldr: it's women who are vulnerable and afraid and desperate, going for the only option that has promised to address their needs. Much conflict comes from the limited human ability to grasp things outside of ourselves, our tendency for solipsism — an unfortunate part of the human condition that has plagued our species from the dawn of time.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter Five

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Happy New Year!

I was doing new year's day things today (playing boardgames and making steamed buns) so tonight I have my night time tea with this chapter (chamomile).

This is probably the cutest tea I own; the little flowers bring me so much joy. I also hope it knocks me tf out so I get a good night's rest before I go back to work from break tomorrow XD

Let's go chapter 5!

Oop! I was not expecting the boy to have a face of several faces! p143

Oh no baby! Come back, poor kid :( p145

(This art though- it does NOT do the description justice! I was expecting way more baby faces and for it to be significantly more frightening. He just looks like a sweet lil guy. I still want to adopt him and cook him soup.)

Okay but tell me why I love the dynamics between Nan Feng and Fu Yao? These little bickering cuties. Like get married already. p145

BYE. "Please, your cross-dressing wasn't that terrifying" p146

Human Face Disease :( How'd he get it though? pp146-147

omg. Xie Lian brought the body of Xiao-Ying into the tea shop. This guy is going to owe so much in reparations to the shop owner. p148

Good for Fu Yao for affirming Xie Lian's gender presentation! We love a supportive king! "Was I talking to General Pei Junior in this dress the whole time? Nan Feng, why didn't you remind me?" "Probably because you looked so obviously happy in it," Fu yao replied. p148

Jeeze. This woman is too much. Not Xuan Ji offering the corpses too. I thought this was the work of the Green Ghost but it really was her working for him this round. p152

okay! Butterfly man is Hua Cheng and WTF four calamities??!! p153

oooo! He sounds so dang cool! A ghost- rad. Wraith butterflies; even cooler! Crimson Rain Sought Flower- so hot. p155

Wait! and he is a shapeshifter?? pls the fic potential, I am so stoked! p156

AND he's powerful??? Say less, I'm already rooting for this Chaotic Neutral Icon. pp157-158

HE'S ALSO SMART?? What is this guy's weakness?? p158

Same xie lian! The death butterflies were cute! p161

I hope we see more of the little man

I am so sad Xie Lian couldn't find the Human Face Disease and centuries old (probably) boy. I loved that little guy. He really seems like he's been through it.

BUT ALSO! We have Hua Cheng's name, and some info that may or may not be rumours? I will take it though.

[candywife333]

My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

[urfav4lifer]

I love you

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Pairings: Kim Gyuvin x Female! Reader

Warnings: Arguing, Fighting, Smut. Nicknames: Baby, Princess.

Summary: Gyuvin was the campus sweetheart and every girl fell in love with him. He was tall, kind, and oh so handsome. You moved to the university while he was in his senior year and you were in your junior year. He fell head over heels for you. You guys have been dating for over seven months. You decided that you didn't want to let the rest of the university know that you were together. Since no one knew about it, girls were always all over him. One day he let something slide that shouldn't have causing you to get mad. He decided to show you that he only loves you.

A/N: If you know me please leave. I'm sorry if this is bad. If I missed anything please feel free to tell me. Love you! ❤

"Gyuvin-ah!", Mina yelled as she quickly ran towards Gyuvin when she saw him. He looked at her and smiled, turning away from you to look at her. It got on your nerves. "Will you help me with decorating the gym for the senior dance later today" Mina said in a squeaky-type voice that made you roll your eyes. "Oh, sure. That would be great" You looked at Gyuvin like he was some maniac when he said that. Mina's face lit up when he said that and she gave him a hug. "Thank you Gyuvin-ah" she said as she skipped off from you two. Gyuvin turned around to see you fuming in anger. "Are you okay, jagiya?" Gyuvin scratched the back of his head, acting like nothing just happened. "Am I okay? Yeah I'm fucking great after seeing the girl who has the biggest crush on you just hug you" You turned away and starting walking away. Gyuvin scoffed at you. "What the fuck is your problem?" You stopped in the middle of the hall and whipped around towards him. "What's my problem?! I don't know, maybe that you are acting so innocent about Mina. You don't even care that she does those things when you know you have a girlfriend! Why don't you just run to her since you seem to also like her so much!" Gyuvin shoves you into a locker. "Don't speak to me like that you bitch!" You gasp when you hear that. Gyuvin has never been rough with you, no less call you a bad name. When he realizes what he did he pulls away and looks at the floor. "B-baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes. He looks up at you and his eyes widen. "Baby.. I-" You shove him away then walk down the hallway and out the front doors of the university.

A few days later, you haven't spoke to Gyuvin. He has sent you many messages and has tried to call you but you don't even try to answer him. At this moment you were laying on your bed when you received a message from him.

Gyuvin❤: Can I come in? (Read)

Gyuvin❤: Please baby. I can see that you are reading my texts. (Read)

Gyuvin❤: Let me in so I can show you how much I love you. (Read)

You turn your phone off and lay it on the bedside table, getting up and going down stairs to your front door. Looking out of the peep hole, he stands there, with a boquet of flowers in his hand. You unlock the door and open it. Gyuvin quickly pulls you in to him and kisses you. "I love you so much" He says breathless when he pulls away. "Mina means absolutely fucking nothing to me baby, I only want you and you forever" He sets the flowers on the table beside the entrance then picks you up. "I'm going to show you how much you mean to me" He carries you upstairs and into your room, setting you down on the bed. He pulls his shirt off then crawls on top of you, kissing at your neck. "So pretty" He bites your neck and you let out a little moan. "Gyu" He pulls away from you and unbuckles his belt, he throws it on the ground then strips the rest of his clothes off. He looks at you. "May I take these off, pretty girl?" He grabs your sleep shorts then looks up at you. "Please.. " He leans his head to the side. "Please what baby?" He smirks at you. "Please take them off" Hearing this, he pulls your shorts off along with your underwear. You shiver when you feel the cold air touch your hot pussy. "So wet baby" He dips in finger in your core. "Gyu~ please" He shoves another finger inside of you and thrusts them slowly. "This what you want baby?" You whimper when his fingers hit deeper. "W-wan your cock" you arch your hips into his hand, trying to get more friction but he pulls his hand away. Gyuvin lines himself up to your entrance then looks up at you. "You ready, Princess?" "Yes" Gyuvin slowly pushes into you. "Fuck, so tight" he groans as you start squirming. Gyuvin grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist then leans forward to kiss you, speeding up his hips in the process. "Gyu~" you moan out between the kiss. He pulls away then looks into your eyes. "I love you" he intertwines his hands with yours. "I'm c-close" you whimper out. "Me too" Gyuvin lays his head in the crook of your neck. "Let's cum together" Gyuvin reaches down and starts rubbing your clit in quick circles, triggering your climax. "Cumming!" You start clenching around his cock which caused him to cum. He pulls out of you once he finishes then goes to the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet rag. He moves between your legs and starts wiping you off. Once he's done he climbs beside you. "I love you" he kisses your head. "I love you too, gyu"

[toasttt11]

and again

January 5, 2021

Remington sat on a couch out on the balcony of the bar he was in, he has just played in the world juniors with Team USA and they won the gold medal game only a few hours ago.

Remington enjoyed being able to play with his brother, something the brothers haven’t been able to do much before.

He didn’t like that Luke was not playing as he was recovering still from an injury, it was still very werid to Remington not playing with Luke but that was something he would have to get used to as they would be getting drafted soon to separate teams.

Remington’s head shot hearing the door open and saw a smiley Cole walking out side onto the balcony and shutting the door behind him.

“What are you doing out here Birthday boy!” Cole teased softly trying to keep his eyes on Remington’s eyes and not get distracted by admiring him.

“It’s your birthday too.” Remington quipped back fondly rolling his eyes.

“Yeah but you can legally drink here.” Cole teased shaking his drink towards Remington, who just rolled his eyes.

The world Juniors that year was held in the Edmonton and luckily for Remington he can legally drink in Edmonton at eighteen.

“I just had a drink from Trev.” Remington told Cole, Trevor was so exicted to give his baby brother his first legal drink.

“Want more?” Cole smirked slightly titling his head at Remington.

“No i’m good.” Remington politely denied not really liking drinking much.

Cole shrugged accepting that and plopped down on the couch next to Remington, “Hey we’re cool right.” Cole nervously blurted out, he’s been worried that he overstepped on his draft night for one and half years now and he has never had chance to talk about it yet with Remington.

Remington blinked looking shocked, He knew why Cole was asking. It was a moment he could never forget and thought about it often, even if he wanted to admit he forgot about it.

“We are good Cole.” Remington gently reassured him, Remington never had a problem with Cole he was just trying to distance himself from Cole to lose his feelings for Cole but that did not work at all.

“Good.” Cole nodded looking less tense, “Still i am really sorry if i made you uncomfortable that night.” Cole looked at Remington with sad apologetically eyes. Cole noticed the distance between them since they almost kissed at his draft party and could not help but feel it was his actions that caused them to grow apart.

“You did not make me uncomfortable i promise.” Remington kindly reassured Cole reaching over and gently squeezing Cole’s arm.

Coles eye’s widen and he looked at his arm and Remington’s gentle touch, “Okay.” Cole shakily nodded getting distracted at Remington’s touch.

Remington’s eyes widen realizing he was touching Cole’s arm and quickly brought his hand back and awkwardly smiled thinking he made Cole uncomfortable.

“Sorry.” Remington awkwardly mumbled avoiding Cole’s eyes.

Cole shook his head snapping out of his daze, “It’s all good Rem.” Cole softly reassured him, he was not mad at all that Remington touched him, he never would mind if Remington touched him.

Remington nodded in response fiddling with his bracelets, he started at out the balcony with his shoulders tense from how awkward it is to be around Cole now.

“Really it’s okay.” Cole gently reassured Remington laying a soft hand on his shoulder feeling Remington tense more before starting to relax.

“Okay.” Remington nodded looking back at Cole.

“You have grown quite a lot.” Cole commented after a few moments of silence and he was just looking at Remington.

Cole noticed when he saw Remington for the first time in a while at the beginning of the tournament how tall Remington has gotten but also how much Remington has grown in looks, his face lost most of his baby fight.

“That’s what happens.” Remington nervously quipped, feeling way to nervous from being stared at from Cole to even think about what he just said.

Cole laughed at Remington’s words shaking his head fondly.

Cole’s laughter died down and he stared at Remington with a soft smile, “I have missed you.” Cole admitted his hand slowly and tentatively reaching out and brushing a strand of hair off Remington’s forehead.

Remington’s eyes widen drastically at Cole’s words and touch and stared at him shocked, “I missed you too.” Remington admitted as well, he has missed Cole even though it is his own fault for the distance between them.

Cole slowly leaned closer to Remington admiring him even closer. His hand slowly slid down and rested on the side of Remington’s face.

Remington’s eyes were sharply watching Cole as Cole continued to lean closer and closer to him until their noses brushed against each other.

Remington sharply inhaled as Cole went to lean forward so their lips could touch when the door of the patio slammed open making the two spilt apart quickly.

Remington quickly got off the couch turning away from Cole rubbing a hand over his face, he couldn’t believe he let himself get that close to Cole, again. He shook his head cursing himself, he needed to talk to Luke.

“My favorite boys!” A drunk Trevor yelled loudly as he stumbled onto the patio not knowing he had interrupted Cole and Remington again.

Cole didn’t even turn his head at Trevor to focused on Remington, Cole cursed himself for getting too close to Remington again and making him uncomfortable.

“I’ve got to call Luke.” Remington stammered out hurrying off the patio brushing past Cole and a drunk Trevor.

Cole opened and closed his mouth watching Remington rush off, Cole frowned seeing Remington walk away from him again.

“Where’s he going?” Trevor drunkly slurred plopping down next to Cole. His head flopping onto Cole’s shoulder

“I don’t know.” Cole mumbled distracted, he hoped that he hasn’t ruined his friendship with Remington and that Remington was okay. He can’t believe he almost kissed Remington again.

[zayray030]

Whipped until he's not

Summary: The redhead glared deeper at his boyfriend and harumphed, crossing one pretty leg over the over, the only thing covering them was a pair of panties that Trey had a brought as a joke and an oversized shirt that belonged to Trey.

“I really am sorry, Ace. I really don’t know what came over me.” he apologized again, trying to seem more genuine, however he knew exactly what happened. He had been thinking with his dick. And his mouth.

OR Trey is a pervert and forgets himself. Ace suffers (and likes it)

Ace tugged at his restraints which kept his arms locked together to the frame of Trey’s bed, however, no matter how harsh he tugged, there was simply no escaping from his position. Even though Trey had only used his tie to restrain Ace, he had also added a spell to make sure that the knot couldn’t be undone. 

Speaking off, said junior watched in amusement as the first year struggled beneath him, letting out an ever so slightly mocking chuckle when the ginger turned to pout at him indignantly with teary eyes. 

“I don’t know why you’re trying to escape.” asked Trey as he reached for the can of whipped cream from the bedside table. “You asked for this, didn’t you?” He shook the can and raised a brow at Ace. 

“Maybe, people feel nervous and second thoughts about other people eating whipped cream from...from down there.” Ace flushed and looked down, pausing from finishing what he truly wanted to say, feeling ashamed at what was about to happen. 

Too bad that he wasn’t going to have shame in his dictionary by the time Trey would be finished with him. 

As Trey popped the cap off of the whipped cream, Ace began struggling anew, this time crossing his legs, as if in a feeble attempt to block his boyfriend from reaching his cunt. Trey shook his head at the attempt of defiance. He could brute force his way through it, however he much preferred if things happened how he wanted it, instead of it being because Ace was a brat. 

He set the whipped cream down next to him, almost hidden from view, in an attempt to distract Ace and turn his mind away from what was about to happen, sooner or later. He gently rubbed his boyfriends' bare thighs, massaging the area around his inner thighs ever so slightly and bit back a smirk when he saw Ace’s eyes flutter shut at the gentle treatment and the way his thighs trembled ever so slightly. 

“Ace, baby,” he began, never taking his eyes of his boyfriends naked figure, taking note of the pebbled nipples and the way his fair skin flushed at the endearment. “Won’t you let me do this? You did promise me, and i would never do anything that wouldn’t make you see stars.” he reassured, hands travelling to his boyfriend's waist and giving a reassuring squeeze, taking delight at the quiet whimpers his boyfriend was letting out. 

“It’s embarrassing.” Ace mumbled, still not looking at Trey, and still not spreading his legs, however his body has untensed and his pout was looking less bratty and more flustered. “And it could get messy!” he looked up at that, almost as if thinking he had managed to corner Trey. 

However, of course that wasn’t ever gonna stop Trey, poor excuse or not 

“I could just use my mouth.” Trey brought his mouth to Ace’s ear and continued whispering. “I could lick and suck, make sure not an inch of you is left untouched. Trace all over you, having a taste of both you and the cream. Make sure that you can only feel my mouth on you after I’m done.” as his mouth spoke those dirty words in Ace’s ears his hands wondered to Ace’s chest and he gave little pinches to the defenseless pink nipples, delighting in Ace’s gasps. 

He moved himself away from Ace’s ear and moved his hands to cup Ace’s neck and used his trump card. “Do you not trust me Ace?” he made a show of looking sad and depressed at the thought of Ace not trusting him to fulfil a fantasy. 

At the question, Ace jumped again and would have wrapped his arms around him an attempt to comfort Trey had they not been bound. “I trust you!” he argued, face honest and truthful. 

Frankly, if Trey had a bit more morals, he would feel ashamed at having taken advantage of Ace’s clear trust and naivety, however when his dick calls, he answers. 

“That’s a good boy.” he praised, cupping Ace’s cheek gently and pressing a loving kiss on the tip of his nose. “Now, let me do this. It will make the both of feel good,” he reassured Ace. 

Ace nodded, eyes a little watery, but still agreeing to what was about to happen. Trey hid another smirk by pressing another kiss to Ace’s neck and trailing the kisses down the bare skin, leaving bruising kisses whenever Ace hasped at a particularly sensitive spot. 

Finaly, he made in to in-between his boyfriends' legs, no longer blocked by his pretty thighs. Oh, and what a sight it was. 

Ace’s pussy was a thing of wonders. Pink and pretty, with a pretty little clit. His folds were soaked and it was clear that Ace’s earlier complaining was simply to save face and so that he won’t admit that the thought of Trey eating off of Ace turned him on. 

This time, Trey didn’t bother hiding his smirk. He looked up at Ace, a brow raised in mocking question and idly traced over Ace’s clit, making sure not to give too much stimulation, taking pleasure in the increasing whining. 

“I thought you didn’t want to do this?” he asked, pinching Ace’s clit harshly when the boy didn’t respond. Ace’s hips bucked and tears welled in his eyes.  

“Didn’t want you thinking I-I'm a s-slut.” whimpered Ace trying to escape Trey's cruel pinches but he couldn't go anywhere. His hands were tied above him and Trey had made sure that he couldn’t snap his thighs shut. 

Trey’s eyes softened and he gently released Ace’s clit, making sure to rub it gently in an attempt to soothe it from earlier punishment. 

“Baby.” Trey cooed, enamored by how cute Ace was being. He supposed he could reward the younger for being honest about his feelings for once, couldn’t he? “I would be so happy if you were a slut.” he reassured, increasing the speed in which he was rubbing Ace’s clit, delighting in the little noises that Ace was letting out. “Come on now. Let go, come on.” Trey encouraged watching as Ace rocked his pussy into Trey’s hands, eyes closing and drowning in the pleasure. 

It wasn’t long before Ace reached his peak and he squirted over Trey’s hands, his body twitching, the pale skin flushing. Trey gently removed his hand from Ace’s socking cunt and brought his hand to his mouth and licked it. Delicious. 

Trey looked down at his boyfriend after he had finished licking his hands and allowed himself to admire the beauty before him. 

Ace’s eyes were dazed, truly not thought behind them, all taken away when he had squirted over Trey. His mouth was agape as he drooled slightly, not registering what was going on, too far gone with what just happened. His nipples were bruised and red from when Trey had entertained himself by playing with them earlier.  

There were marks and bruises all over the redhead's body as well, clear sign of Trey’s possessiveness. Some were from past sessions and he couldn’t help but feel proud and a smidge smug over still having his ownership over Ace displayed Ace’s thighs twitched and trembled, unable to contain themselves, due to Ace always having a powerful climax. And then there was Ace’s pussy. 

His cunt looks red hot, clit twitching, almost as if trying to escae from another torture session. Ace’s folds quivered, the poor things looking like they were struggling with the stimulation. The whole pussy looked sopping wet and Trey knew if he ran his fingers through the folds his fingers would come back drenched. 

He looked back up at his boyfriend's face and was pleased to see him still dazed. Using his boyfriends lack of cognitive ability, he grabbed his whipped cream can and shook it, preparing it. 

One more look at his boyfriend's face and he knew that there was not time like the present. He took hold of one of Ace’s thighs and spread the younger open, making sure to keep a tight grip on the thigh, to make sure that his boyfriend couldn’t squirm away and so that he could enjoy the view. He would later kiss the thigh in apology as Ace pouted and blushed at the attention layered over him. 

Ace let out a confused whimper as he felt pressure on his thigh only to let out a startled gasp followed by a wail when he felt something cold spread on cut and then inside him as well. He thrashed around, tears streaming down his face, attempting to move away from the cold. However, with both his hands tied up and with his boyfriend (Who is almost twice the size of him) it was impossible for him to escape. 

“Shhhh.” Trey cooed down at him, as if he was a petulant child who was misbehaving and not as if he was having cold whipped cream shoved up his cunt. 

“No!” he protested still only to go still when Trey slapped his thigh roughly.  

“Ace.” he scowled firmly, brows furrowed and mouth set in a disappointed line “What did we talk about?” 

Ace sniffled and kept quiet but another slap to his thigh had him opening his mouth. “T-that I trusted you to do this to me.” he whispered out, refusing to look at the upperclassmen. 

“Exactly. So, what happened.” he asked, even though he had a good idea. 

“I-i got scared when it happened so suddenly.” Ace told him, looking embarrassed, almost ashamed for going back on his word. Ace looked up at him and Trey felt his heart slightly melt at the sight of his big red eyes, filled with tears and guilt at not trusting Trey.  

How could he ever stay mad at him? 

He relived some of the strength he had been using to spread Ace’s thighs until he was just gently holding them apart and got himself situated between Ace’s legs. He gave a kind smile to the younger boy that had the redhead whimpering in fright. “Bon Appetite.” he said before he dived into his meal. 

He traced his tongue over the clit, collecting whatever whipped cream he had squirted in it and had to suppress a groan as he felt the taste from Ace’s natural juices and the whipped cream combine into something truly delectable. 

He couldn’t hold himself back. He had tried, he really did. He had tried to start of gentle, as a way to account for Ace’s clear sensitivity but that taste...oh that taste. There was now nothing holding him back.  

He dove straight in; his mouth essentially glued to Ace’s pussy and ate him out as if his life deepened on tit. He thrust his tongue in, to scoop some of the whipped cream and groaned everytime he felt Ace’s clit twitch in his mouth or his pussy contract around his tongue.  

Fuck, this was his best idea so far. 

Meanwhile Ace had been reduced to a blushing, crying, wailing mess. Whilst Trey may not have realized it, Ace could feel every time he squirted and came into the older boy's mouth, and how much he released. He was currently to overstimulated to really make sense of anything, all he knew was that if Trey kept eating him out like this, he would end up passing out. 

However, no amount of attempting to kick away or squirm did anything, if anything it just caused Trey to tighten his hands around him and bury his head deeper, completely refusing to be parted from Ace’s pussy. 

Eventually, Ace gave up and went limp in Trey’s hold, only letting out hiccups and whimpers every time he felt Trey nibble on his clit cruelly or thrust his tongue in too deep. Eventually Trey removed his mouth from where he engulfed Ace’s cunt, however his hands had travelled in replacement. “See cherry pie?” oh, if Ace still had his sensibilities, he would have kicked Trey’s head for that “Like I said, all the whipped cream is gone.” 

Ace could only whimper as Trey thrust his middle and ring finger into his cunt and angled them so he could see stars. In fact, that was the last thing he saw. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

  “I’m so sorry, Ace.” Trey apologized, kneeling on the floor Infront of his bed.  

The redhead glared deeper at his boyfriend and harumphed, crossing one pretty leg over the over, the only thing covering them was a pair of panties that Trey had a brought as a joke and an oversized shirt that belonged to Trey. 

“I really am sorry, Ace. I really don’t know what came over me.” he apologized again, trying to seem more genuine, however he knew exactly what happened. He had been thinking with his dick. And his mouth. 

He itched closer to Ace as he continued apologized, the other boy alternating between glaring at him and harumphing and sharply tuning his nose at him, not even sparing him a word. 

“I am sorry.” he tried again, placing large hands on the thighs in front of him. Ace jumped slightly at the sudden choice and glared down at him with flushed cheeks. 

“My boyfriend is an animal.” the redhead finally mumbled, pouting as he dragged Trey up by his collar so he could kiss him Trey let out a laugh between their mouth much to Ace’s indignation. 

“Well, you’re just going to have to put up with this animal.” he said, matter of factly as he stared lovingly down at his boyfriend. Ace pouted again, before sighing and cuddling up to Trey as said upperclassmen pulled up the sheets to cover them up. 

Ace supposed he could deal with his boyfriends' perversions. 

[thiscenturys31stenigma]

Rewriting the Hay family storyline atm bc I hate it so bad and need it obliterated!!

First off...

Just some general edits to the set-up. Lucas is not in young offenders! Look, if we're gonna see Lucas lose his shit at JJ. I'd prefer if it was timed better and done on screen. Leah also does not have a baby because that is stupid. This rewrite also mainly focuses on Leah!! I love Lucas but he has definitely had his time this year. Leah is fun and underrated and I want her to have a storyline that isn't stupid and out of character.

Leah and Vicky are the main couple is this one.

I am not a HUGE shipper of this one tbh. But it has some chemistry and it's lesbian so who am I to complain really. Hollyoaks has ZERO lesbian couples and I'm writhing in pain. This was also partly an excuse to have Chappel Roan playing. They do have some trials and tribulations though (as is the Hollyoaks way)

Lucas works at The Loft.

I know why some people might think that's a bit ooc but I need Ethan and Lucas to be friends for this. It's either this or Dillon Junior James Michael Steven Barnes Hay-Ray The First so take your pick lol. I know he's underage (or I think he is???) but he'll be a cleaner and Ethan will babysit him during his shifts it makes sense guys.

At the start, Ethan and Vicky are together but Leah and Vicky are kissing and stuff behind his back

Again, I know why some people might not like this one but I think it's believable, especially for a show like Hollyoaks. I'm not a fan of Ethan and Vicky but I'm even LESS of a fan of Robbie and Vicky and they are not permanent anyway.

Leah and Vicky have a secret-situationship type deal

Not much I can say about this one tbh. Leah probably tells Lucas first, which is where the trials and tribulations between them start.

Lucas and Leah fight a bit

As I half-mentioned earlier. Lucas and Ethan are friends due to working at The Loft and all that. Lucas is not happy about Leah being with his friends girlfriend and they have a disagreement. Dillon notices that Lucas amd Leah aren't speaking and tries to talk to Lucas about it, but he can't tell Dillon the full story beacause that would inadvertandly out Leah. This devolves into a fight and then they can have some drama too.

Leah and Vicky fight

This is where the idea for this rewrite came from actually! Leah (at this point) has accepted her feelings for Vicky. Vicky has not. I know this giving HayRay flashbacks but...idk I can't really defend myself on that one 💀 anyway they fight about how this is affecting the bond between Leah and her brother, Vicky and Ethan and any stuff that may have happened between this. Casual by Chappel Roan playing in the background. This is non-negotiable I fear.

So that's basically all I have!!

I know this probably has some oversights and mistakes but this is honestly just the basics of an idea. Anyway, someone put me in that writers room before I go insane.

[ryo-hirakawa]

top 5 f1 prospects (anywhere in the feeder series)

omg thank u for this nonnie. alright so this will be kids i acc think can make it to f1 and not necessarily my fav juniors rn. holds up a sign that says "ask me about my youths for hypercars recommendations"

5. victor martins

putting him 5th because i fear putting him higher will jinx him and ogs know vic is one of my main guys. has had a pretty ass start to the season which i am not forgiving art gp for btw, but if este and pierre really both go "fuck it" then victor could get a chance. but it'd only happen if both seats are vacant bc there's still jack. honourable mention to jack who did not make top 5 simply bc i like victor more but he's the 6th. oh also if jack gets the f1 seat but vic doesn't i would love to recommend him to a certain affiliated hypercar team. in the 36 bc im attached to 35's lineup already #thealiens

4. zane maloney

f2 championship leader rn. i know it's incredibly early days and he has to contend with theo BUT if he does win f2 this year he would have done it in 2 years as opposed to theo's 3. although his case will only truly be made if theo flops in superformula (probably measured by performance relative to other toyota cars rather than the whole grid, but if ayumu beats him it Won't look good.) anyway if the above two things do happen zane's in a real shout for an audi seat. come on audi you can't be serious about hulk rn can ya...

3. arvid lindblad

why not the loveable red bull f2 lineup? imo it's the timing; isack and pepe are too close to make it to the next big rb shuffle, but arvid is 16, youngest f3 winner ever, and has the time to polish the rougher edges to be the prime choice for the baby bull seat when it becomes vacant again. also arvid is good although he panicked at the end of his f4 campaign and handed it to kacper. but isack also panicked at the end of his f3 campaign and i still rate him so. also hi isack have you considered hypercar (i know pepe already has)

2. liam lawson

pre-f1 debut i would think liam was doomed to be forgotten by the red bull machine because it's not easy to get your foot in the door. but because he did, and also because of the general wackiness of the red bull driver situation rn, he could stand a real chance. most likely he will take ric's seat. in the event they decide to show both ric and checo the door, they probably won't put him straight in the red bull. then again maybe verstappen will veto sainz jr again and then they'd have no choice (they won't put yuki in the second rb. i don't trust like that.)

1. ollie bearman

lil bro's destiny is all but written for him at this point, i'm very confident he will get a haas seat. whether he manages to make it into ferrari will imo depends less on how the charles/lewis lineup does and more on whether he can get to grips with the beast that is haas. once upon a time mick schumacher won euro f3 and f2 but what did haas do for him? exactly. although he is the best fda prospect of his generation (i am so sorry dino) so i am more inclined to think he will swim rather than sink

EDIT HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT KIMI ANTONELLI. although i think the f1 community as a whole is hyping him up too much and he deserves some breathing space to do what he does at his own pace so i am not ranking him 🫶

[zenzaaaaaaaaaaaa]

fantasy high junior year ep 1 liveblog

oh motherfucker i crashed into obsession with dimension 20 in a big way in a very short period of time. let's goooooooo

i find it hilarious that the loading time on dropout tanked right as it hit release time. i know you are all out there frantically hitting refresh

oh shit the content warning from neverafter narration ohohoho are we gonna have a fucked up season

!!!! i love the art style of the intro!!!! all fun sketchy!!!!! post it note graph paper lined paper crumply yes yes

i love lou's shirt so much. fun colors and mushrooms!

emily you are fair and valid but also that is the jankest setup for drinks ever. are you pouring hot drinks straight into a mason jar with no handle.

hand holding!! lil fingertip touchies. i feel like this will come back later and hurt me.

fantastic camera work and cinematography so far. somebody is working their ass off.

Oh lou has fun earrings! and his dead dad has a job in cleveland!

of course emily would play a wizard if fig died. you can rip her spell cards away from her cold dead hands and even then only if you could get past murph

night yorb. so stupid i love it.

gnome raised orc boy so upset about agricultural ramifications

I do love slow degradation apocalypse. a very fun concept. is the night yorb capitalism brennan. brennan you have to tell us if the night yorb is capitalism. are the yorbees elon musk fanboys.

oh i love the night yorb! i am a big fan of little fucked up goth creatures who communicate through screaming and incredible violence

I love the character profile screen! really leaning into the fun aesthetic

fig has defense mode and attack mode like crocs if her mini has a skateboard or not.

my boy gorgug! he is eating so much dust and making fun things these days

I do not trust squeem. squeem is going to go full calroy cruller. squeem who are you.

adaine just like me fr. covered in lil guys. she's a true wizard pondering orbs and summoning random shit for no particular reason.

boggy!! moggy!! i trust them and love them. rosamund du prix who. adaine abernant is the best disney princess

gorgug has a homunculus? what the hell is that

is. is baby driving. why is baby driving.

fabian is a callout post for me specifically. just because you learn to point your toes and flexibility to lift your leg into the air doesn't mean you have to do it all the time. it's just convenient. Also the haircut and the all black. fabian is just me with one less eye and much more charisma.

is he fucking the mirror? why is he fucking the mirror? fabian the mirror has to be evil. you only like people who are evil. oh he's fucking his own reflection. that's. that's. that's something.

Saint Kristen Applebees (ex-blanket burrito, current fitness buff, definitely not still upset about Tracker, 4 dexterity) sitting in the van like a normal person, not fucking mirrors

Riz! Riz! Riz! Oh thank god he's driving. With mage hand. He has to keep recasting it every minute but he's just extra like that

Rest easy y'all, he still has a stupid hat. it's just now a fedora. my condolences. counterpoint he is accessorizing and has a choker.

I love siobhan's massive folder of spell cards. she has her own spellbook

why are the two people safely inside the car the people that lost the most hp. fabian and kristen why are you exiled inside the van now

He has a necklace and choker? Riz as someone who accessorizes way too much you should have disadvantage on stealth from all that jangling

Riz driving the van with just a little more effort than a group of stoats

"so sexy inspector gadget"

they are going to fall over.

night yorb shittin sunday. it is fully wednesday but it is also night yorb shittin sunday

please fabian stop fucking the mirror

fabian last time you tried to leave a car it went so awfully

fabian it went so awfully. +13 to acrobatics for a 15 DC. this is deeply comical

"there is nothing magical about getting hit by a car"

lou got the murph curse

this is the Bad Kids experience. tables all over again. Imagine if the first thing lou did on his first turn of junior year was kill fabian

emily is raring at the bit to use silvery barbs. oh shit murph's got it too! power couple! they gave each other advantage

nat 20 dex save for a mod 16. no one is doing it like kristen applebees

fig don't huff night yorb shit.

riz needs to get vehicular manslaughter knuckle tattoos

oh cassandra i love you

portent rolls!!

gorgous

!!! the sound effect on the eldritch blast!!

squeem with some big fabian energy

gorgug does zelda know the complex relationship you have with squeem

gorgug is worried about the kelly blue book on his very heavily modified angelically possessed van

'the sunday scaries but you worked on the weekend'

"you started the season by getting run over. immediately."

night yorb shitting sunday once more

"ribbon dance this motherfucker!"

kristen is in her ricky matsui era

i trust no new characters they introduce now. that cowboy centaur with alcoholism and a rough family situation and the man he lets ride him are going to kill someone in this party i can feel it.

that fucking vulture

i love the bisexual lighting of this background

oo the glitter on the battle sheet on that mini rules

fabian no fabian don't fabian just stay on your motorcycle

oh thank fuck

actually no i'd prefer fabian to get crushed under the hangvan than to keep flirting with this fucking mirror. already broke up with aelwyn huh. probably for the best but really man don't fuck the mirror

balthazar is gone. but brennan very carefully didn't say dead so now i am very worried about us getting a cowboy space dead existentialism manifest destiny villain this season. and by very worried i mean hopeful

squeem

riz my dexterous son dodge that shit with 28+ rolls damn

cassandra you deserve the world. kristen please help a lady out. she's so lonely

murph's little beans!

oh we're getting in deep with the deep exhaustion of kids and teens forced to fight wars they were told would be good for them!!! my favorite!!!! i love this !!!!

what the fuck emily. uh. sour and curdled. is this ravening war again. is fig in deep with the cheese demons. fig is in deep with cheese demons. is she. is she the hungry one. is she with the hungry one now. what the fuck

well mark me down as scared and hungry

fabian stop flirting with the mirror.

oh shit there's a portal coming up next

oh no the van is going to die isn't it

duncan vs. plug debate on the economics of paying for blowjobs in the desert

[justatumblinweed]

YOU KNOW WHAT ACTUALLY.

Re-reblogging because the virtual equivalent of an assenting nod is not enough to sum up my feelings on this and OH BOY I apparently have feelings.

Feeling under the cut because... I'm wordy. Sorry...?

Y'all need to understand. I love swimming. I have always loved swimming. Some of my earliest baby photos are of me in the pool. I grew up on Lake Superior for fuck's sake, of course I love the water. People needed to drag me kicking and screaming out of the pool/lake every single time.

You know what killed it for me? You wanna know why I did not join the swim team in Junior High and at this point in my life I only know how to tread water?

Because swimsuits.

And lemme be clear here, this is partly a weight thing and partly a gender thing, but keep in mind my overarching point: wear whatever the fuck you want in the pool, dammit.

One-pieces. They're fine, yeah? The thing you probably wore when going swimming as a kid, if you, like me, were perceived as a girl.

Thing is, though, I was always a fat girl. Up until 8th grade I was swimming because I liked it and could not care less about my suit as long as it fit. Then the prospect of a swim team came up. And I was okay at that! I could see myself doing that!

OMG, little Tumblinweed might do a sport!? Good for them! Maybe it'll help her lose weight!

Cue the record scratch noises. Suddenly it occurred to me that I, the fat kid, would be doing a sport in front of people who expected me to do well, all while wearing something that just showed off how fat I was.

I did not join the swim team.

High School has no such opportunity. This was Podunk, Minnesota. There was no pool. There were, however, lakes. You know I love me a lake, but I had not owned a swimsuit since my growth spurt. What was there to do but buy another?

Problem two: bikinis.

For whatever fucking reason, all the store sold for girls at that time was bikinis.

And this is why I say it's partly a gender thing. Not only would that show off my fat belly and unshaven everything (I am in fact an inheritor of all my maternal family's Hair Genes), but bikinis set off the same visceral nope that skirts and dresses do for me. Other people think I look fine. Other fat girls look great in bikinis. I think that level of feminine is just not a thing I enjoy on me.

I dunno if this has changed recently, by the way, but you know what my option was, as a fat teen who did not want a bikini?

Floral one piece that looks like it belongs to a senior citizen! Naturally there were "cooler" ones, but never in my size.

I did not go swimming in High School.

It was only in my Junior year of college that I felt okay enough to mention all this to a friend of mine as we were about to go on vacation to a beach, and yet again I thought I would have to stay on shore because I could not find a suit I liked.

Mind you, this friend of mine is very feminine. A proud fat girl bikini wearer (because she knows she looks good), and known to lament wearing anything too masculine because she "looks like a man" - her words, not mine.

And the way she just kinda bluntly stated "well, wear shorts and a tanktop then" like this should have been obvious...

I mean. On the one hand I find it hilarious, on the other hand... yeah. That should have been obvious. I wanted to swim. Why did my outfit actually matter?

I went swimming on vacation.

From that point forward I wore swim trunks. Men's swim trunks. And I like how they look, actually, but like.

Who cares.

It's a swimsuit. I want to swim.

Wear whatever the fuck you want.

It's honestly such a shame that we've made such a huge thing out of swimming and swimsuits and looking good in swimsuits and fat people not looking good in swimsuits. Swimming is actually the perfect exercise for fat people because it puts zero pressure on the joints, which is a much bigger concern for us than it is for skinny people, and lets you exercise basically every muscle group without straining too much and risking injury. Yet somehow this is one of the least accessible exercises to fat people due to nothing more than a culture of body shaming. The work to unlearn all the shame to be comfortable in a bathing suit in front of strangers is huge even for conventionally attractive people, but I could probably count on one hand the number of fat people I've met who were confident enough to get in a bathing suit and go swimming in public.

And what is the exercise that somehow everyone thinks they should do instead? Jogging. It's more accessible, sure, it's easy and costs nothing to go outside and run. But I need you to understand telling a fat person to go running is basically telling them to go destroy their knees. Not to mention it's probably one of the most physically uncomfortable exercises to do when you have a body that jiggles even with compression garments.

Imagine a world where everyone had the ability and equal access to whatever exercise fit them best and helped them be happy and healthiest. Imagine a world where fat people go swimming.

[rushtoprove]

to deceive a prince

pairing: aemond targaryen x f!reader rating: general audiences word count: 6k+ summary: when aemond targaryen shows interest in courting your little sister, she employs your help to capture his attention through sharing letters and notes, all the while acting as if you are her. it was never meant to become so complicated. warnings: medieval catfishing? rom-com vibes. a little bit of fluff because my masterlist was getting to angsty so i needed something to lighten it up. catfishing bad in real life obviously. This has been flagged as mature by the tumblr gods but i promise it’s not.

“Please!” You wanted to curse your sister. Could she not see you were enjoying the peace of the gardens? That you were content simply reading beneath the oak tree that kept you hidden from the surrounding courtiers? Why did she need to pester you with such idiotic conversation? 

“Repeat it again?” You were in disbelief at what your younger sister had just requested of you, but her excitement rendered her oblivious to the discomfort. 

“Prince Aemond requested me as a dance partner at the ball last night and now I am in love! But I woke up to this letter beneath my door and I do not know how to reply! Or what some of the words mean. He was so sullen with me last night that I thought he must have hated me so. But he likes me!” She spun around in childish glee, ignoring your widened eyes and cruel laughter. 

“So, you want me to write back to him? As you? This morning did you not call him a tedious bore? You said you regretted wasting a dance on him, if I recall correctly?” 

“Yes, yes, I know! I was too devastated that he did not like me, so I had no choice but to mask my despair. I know you understand what I’m asking for, I do not know why this is the fourth time you want me to repeat it you obviously know what I’m talking about!” 

“Tell me one more time for good luck.” You could help but play with Mariyanna now, enjoying her desperation. You both had only just been sent to attend court three days ago, but it was no surprise to you that she would catch a suitor’s eye so quick. Even if it was the sullen prince with an ill temperament that many had warned you to take care around. 

“Stop! Please sister, please!?” 

“Many say he is a cruel man little Anna. Heartless even. Hell bent on revenge from years ago. And that he does not smile or laugh. I’m surprised he danced.” You sighed as you lowered your book and finally gave your attention to her. She was three years your junior, but you often treated her as a baby. She let her knees sink to the cold earth so that you both sat facing each other and Mariyanna clasped your hands together tightly. 

“His mother requested he dance so he could begin trying to find a suitable wife. Apparently, he won’t accept anything his family suggest so he is being given the freedom to choose. As long as she is suitable enough to join their family.” 

“He told you all this?” 

“No, his brother Aegon told me after he saw us dance for the second time.” 

“The drunk?” 

“Hush sister. But yes... that one. You would know all this if you attended!” She tried to glare at you in disappointment, but her smile was uncontainable. She was truly getting swept up in a fantasy that was created less than a day ago. You rolled your eyes at her comment before lifting your book back up. 

“You are a fool little sister.” 

“Imagine it though! Me! Marrying a prince and becoming a princess! I think I would fit well into that duty.” Her eyes glazed over as she imagined her possible future, but once she returned to reality, and quickly returned to begging. You groaned as your book was covered by the letter Prince Aemond had slid beneath her door, turning your nose up at the courting language. It was infected with imagery of nature and copious amounts of sentences comparing sweet Mariyanna to different flowers. You moaned in discomfort. 

“PLEASE!?” She cried. You did not want to. You loathed the idea. But you were always ready to do whatever your sister required, so with a sigh you wrote a letter in return. She complained it was not filled with enough declarations and promises of love and duty, but you simply waved her away. 

“You do not want to seem desperate for him. He will think you are only after his title.” And like always, your sister followed whatever you said. After that she sat wide-eyed as you quickly wrote down little sentences that quietly asked to be answered. You made small jokes about their previous night as you listened to your sister retell every moment in detail. The moment it was finished she bounced up quickly and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.  

“I love you!” You had no time to reply before she spun on heel and raced up the grass hill, desperate to find a maid to deliver the letter. 

“That’s the only time Mariyanna!” You called out after her, but she was already gone. 

+++ 

It was only a day later that your little sister had come running back with a letter grasped tightly in her grip. This time she was interrupting your alone time in the library. 

“He replied!” She squealed before shoving you along the stone bench to sit beside you. You thanked the gods no one ever seemed to come to this part of the castle, as they much preferred the newly renovated library across the other side of the red keep. She gave no time for you to reply before it was shoved into your face. 

Mariyanna, 

I must apologize as there has been a mistake. I did not send any letter to you after our dances. I believe my mother has taken it upon myself to incite conversation between us. However, I quite enjoyed your reply, and I would like to talk more this evening. Please do me the pleasure of accompany me on a walk along the grounds. 

Prince Aemond 

“My letter has captured him! Can you believe it!? A prince!” You almost laughed at her. Almost.  

“Why are you here and not racing down to find him?” 

“I do not know what to talk about I need some tips. I know he studies philosophy and he read many books according to Lady Ariyanna. I need you to give me some talking points!” She begged. 

“You want talking points on books you’ve never read? Little Anna I am sure you must simply be yourself and he will fall in love with you. Do not mould yourself into something you are not. He would be a fool not to be enticed instantly for your charm and beauty.” You brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled at the delight that had consumed her entire being. 

“I know! And I won’t! I just need some extra wit. I need your brains. You are the most intelligent person I know. Just this once. Afterwards I shall use my own letters and interests.” You sat staring at one another for a second before you simply sighed. 

“Fine.” 

You had one hour to drill small jests and facts about your favourite books. You discussed quickly about Ten Thousand Ships and the journey Nymeria faced in her battle to be Queen. You kept it short and simply, but hoped it was enough for her to act out her silly little infatuation with the young prince. For your sister’s sake.   She could not sit still from the nerves of what was to come, and you swore there was no way she would recall everything. It felt she was hardly listening, but your sister was treating the whole thing quite seriously.  

When she left you, you moved to gaze out from the window and looked down to the gardens below. You had the perfect view of your nervous sister. She was cautious as she moved towards the looming figure of the prince, his arms crossed behind his back and his posture standing tall. He was looking upon the oak tree you had sat yesterday but turned as he realised your sister had crept forth. They bowed, and you imagined they greeted each other, before beginning the boring small talk that comes with meeting someone new. But when you saw your sister begin laughing, and his arm move to offer itself to her, you knew your tips had paid off.  

Moving away with a sigh, you returned to your book. 

That was all you would do for their courtship now. 

+++ 

You don’t know how your sister did it, but letter upon letter you had exchanged with Prince Aemond over the last few months. It quickly became easier than breathing. His interests were the same as yours, and his humour yours too. The books he suggested kept you enticed to the very last page, and he wrote that your recommendations happened to do the very same. You found him charming, however not overbearing, and you quickly realised you had dug yourself the deepest grave. You had never loved anyone.  

Until now. 

“Mention how I enjoyed his thoughts on Lies of the Ancients! Oh, and that I have come to agree the Starks made up all their stories to look really powerful!” You looked at your sister, disturbed by her ridiculous take.  

“I will not write that.” You muttered. You don’t remember how she coerced you in to writing this letter, yet here you were, scribbling stupid quips and more enticing conversation starter. 

“It was what Aemond told me. It will show I was listening!” 

“Mary, he is playing with you. No one regards Archmaester Fomas’s writing as anything more than an old man raving his madness to the masses. If he brought it up, I believe... well, I believe he was making a joke.” You grimaced at your sister, trying hard not to imagine her nodding along to Aemond Targaryen’s dry humour. 

“Oh.” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, well write that I thought it was a funny jest.” She leaned her weight on to your back to get a full view of the stupid letter. You groaned beneath her with a huff but decided that you would mention that you knew he was jesting with his thoughts. You did not want your sister to come off as a halfwit. Or perhaps it was that you did not want him to think you a halfwit. 

“There. Mariyanna, I truly mean it when I say this is the last time, I shall do this. It does not feel right to mislead Prince Aemond.” You pushed the letter away in defeat for her to sign, which she happily scribbled on. You heart ached from the entire ordeal. At night you found yourself craving the idea of Aemond finding out the truth, but you also resented the idea of your sister being left broken. She brought the letter to her lips and placed a small kiss to the corner of it, leaving her lip paint to stain the very edge.  

“I know. I just don’t want to lose his attention. He is so tall and strong and princely. If it is not me who mothers his children, I do not know how I shall survive.” Her giggling was infectious, and you thought you hoped her happiness would never fade. So much so, you knew you were willing to give up your own for your sweet little sister.  

“Just... be careful little Anna. I worry you have fallen too deep into something that could implode in any moment.” You hoped she would heed your warning, but the youthfulness glee did not fade from her eyes, leaving you in doubt that she had even heard.   Her snickering suddenly came to a stop when the sound of the libraries grand door clicked open. You cursed inwardly, how many people were to invade the only peaceful part of the whole keep? She eyed you uncertainly and you quickly shrugged back in panicked confusion. She shrugged back at you even harder making you roll your eyes and point for her to see who had entered.  

“Why me?” She mouthed. You rolled your eyes and shoved her off her chair, leaving her no choice to silently toe towards the edge of the bookcase. Leaned forward in anticipation, you almost cried out in fright as she swung around in panic.  

“What!?” You hissed, bouncing to your feet in fear of whatever danger had entered. She quickly began shooing you away with her hands and began tidying the desk you had left sprawled with your readings. 

“Go!” She mouthed silently at you again. You angrily threw your hands up in frustration at her choice not to answer, but the sound of man clearing his throat halted your every movement. 

“My ears may deceive me, but I thought I heard your laughter, Lady Mariyanna.” Your jaw opened and closed in shock before you desperately began waving to your sister. 

“Not here!” You quietly begged her. You did not want to see. You did not need the image of him staring upon your sister and whispering in her ear. You wanted to preserve what you had with him in your stupid letters.  

“What do I do!? Why do I say I was in here for?” She grasped your shoulder and pulled you into her, shaking you for an answer. Stumbling in disbelief, you shook your head. You were both rattled by this turn of events, but you still could think unlike your sister. 

“Fucking reading you idiot!” You hissed, making her almost slap her forehead. 

“Right? Fuck what book?” She haphazardly began spinning on her spot, and you both desperately tried to find a book. 

“Let me come and find you, my prince!” She cried out in fake delight before staring at you franticly. You both shrugged violently at each other and began glaring in alarm.  

“You must leave. I will not be able to hide here long.” The sound of footsteps grew closer, leaving your sister no choice but to shove you away. 

“No need. Who I am to draw you away from your readings?” The voice called out. You stilled for a second over the calmness of his voice. 

“I’ll just read what you were reading.” She was alarmed by how close he was and quickly gave up the effort of finding a book. 

“No!” You cried out quietly as you stumbled behind the bookcase. She ignored your cry and left you to crouch down out of sight, biting your knuckle in shame for what was about to happen. You were secluded enough behind the shelves that you were hidden from the great Aemond Targaryen, but you found you had a perfect view of the meeting. You watched in trepidation as he slowly stepped to the table that your sister had managed to gracefully sit at, after she had calmed herself from the madness that had taken over you both. 

“My lady.” He bowed before her, leaving her nothing more than a blushing mess. If you had not have been in the clutches of utter panic at your precarious position, you would have rolled your eyes at her folly. 

“Prince Aemond. I did not expect you!” She was flustered by his towering figure leaning over her, and quickly moved to stand, but he gently lay a hand on her shoulder to keep her sitting comfortably before him. Breathing in deeply, he let his eye rake over the shelves making you quickly duck away from his gaze. It was a surprise your beating heart did not give you away for you swore every person in the kingdom could hear it. 

“No need for such formalities. It is I who has intruded upon your time; therefore, it is I who should be paying you the respect you deserve.” His tone did not match the sentiment as you had never heard such an unwavering, and proper speech come from any man in the court. No one could deny the authority that seeped from his very being, nor the power he held in his mere stance. Something quivered inside you at the sight of him, but it was in the most delicious way possible.  

“I do not consider it an intrusion my prince. I am always grateful for your company.” Mariyanna squeaked out, her face the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen. You wondered how she had managed to converse with him this far? 

“Please, you know I wish for you to call me Aemond.” The corner of his lip seemed to move upwards, and you wondered if that was his idea of a smile. Gazing upon his face, you found yourself struck by just how handsome the prince was. You had heard him to be described as frightening and dangerous, but no one had mentioned how sharp his jaw was. Your sister had informed you that his face simple, but pretty enough, and you felt the need to wring out her neck right then and there. How could she be so blind? 

“Yes, my prince.” Anna sighed out dreamily and this time not even the panic of the situation could stop you from rolling your eyes. 

“Are you enjoying your book?” Aemond enquired, reaching down and bringing the cover to his face. Your sister was too busy in her own realm of glee to notice the way his remaining eye widened in shock. You inwardly groaned. 

“Oh yes! I am learning so much! I really think it one of the greatest books ever written.” Your sister tried to feign interest, placing her chin upon her hand and smiling up at Aemond. You had groaned even louder in your head. It was a shock when Aemond let out a breathless chuckle. 

“Well... you continue to surprise me. Perhaps you shall have to tell me what you learn by the end." You could not blame Aemond for thinking your sister was being flirtatious because the book you had been reading was A Caution for Young Girls, a book banned from most libraries in the seven kingdoms for its erotica and sinfulness. It was infamous, so when it was passed back to your sister to look upon, even she knew what the novel was about. 

“Oh god no! Not me!” She cried out in shock before throwing it across the library franticly. She quickly began spewing out apologies for presenting such an ungodly object before Aemond, while he simply looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You do not need to worry. I shall not disclose it to anyone.” He tried to jest but it simply made her more frantic. 

“I’m sorry you see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father. see? It was my sister! She must always make sure she partakes in the most unproper things to displease my father.” You did not miss the way she hissed, knowing fully well that she intended you to hear her anger. You flinched into yourself, mortified that the prince would now think you a sexual deviant before you were to even become acquainted. You had only wanted to know what all the fuss was about.  

“You have never mentioned a sister?” Perhaps Aemond was trying to defuse your sister’s panic, but the statement tugged at your heart hard. How had your sister not thought to mention you after all these meetings over these past few months. 

“Yes... well... she doesn’t leave her room much, you see? She, well everyone thinks she is quite simple.” The tug was so harsh you felt your entire heart shatter inside your ribcage. As if she heard, Mariyanna looked apologetically towards where you were hidden. Aemond was gazing solemnly out the window so you simply took the opportunity to make sure she could see the way your lifter your middle finger in her direction. 

“Cunt.” You mumbled, before quickly ducking once more as Aemond turned.  

“I understand. My brother is the simplest person in the entire seven kingdoms. It seems we have much in common.” This time he finally did smile down at your sister, who in return, linked her arms tightly in his. 

“Well at least we have each other to keep company.” She gazed up at Aemond from beneath her eyelashes, and you didn’t miss the way his eye softened.  

“I came here for a reason, actually.” He muttered; his gaze unbroken from hers. He frowned as she quickly moved her gaze to anywhere but his scarred skin that was hidden beneath his eye patch but continued anyways. “I wished to invite you to dinner with my siblings tonight. I would like to introduce you to my sister Heleana and younger brother Daeron. Unfortunately, Aegon will also be attending but perhaps you can invite your brainless sister to entertain him.” His description left you heart squeezed, drained of every drop of happiness and leaving it to bleed through his tight grasp. 

“She will be there. I’ll make sure of it. Now come, let us wonder the gardens! It is a beautiful day outside! Much too beautiful to be cooped up in here. It’s so dusty.” Your sister danced away merrily, happy to have succeeded in diverting away from a disastrous interaction. You swore you heard Aemond follow, so with a huff you stood straight and began stretching out your cramped limbs. When you gazed at the door, however, you saw him lingering, playing with the note you had written for him only moments ago. You watched the soft chuckle as he read it, and the way his demeanour seemed to lighten.  

“Continuing to surprise me.” He huffed, before slowly bringing the edge of it to his lips. The act was intimate, much to intimate for you to be gazing on. Stumbling back, you tried to remove yourself, but your skirt knocked down a book from a top its stack, and Aemond swung around in haste. You saw him begin stalking forward to find the source of the noise, making you cover your mouth and bite down hard on your palm.  

“Who goes there?” He whispered, prying his head around the bookcase. If Mariyanna was to renter, she would see Aemond standing above you, the only thing keeping you hidden was the books and cloths hanging over the shelf. You heard him inhale deeply, and for a moment you felt like prey being hunted by an animal. But she never came, and instead she called. 

“My Prince!” Her laughter floated about the room, making Aemond instantly straighten with a huff.  

“Hmmm.” He whispered, before turning and stalking off in her direction. You did not realised your skirt had been in plain view. 

+ 

Shamefully, you agreed to attend the meal with no argument. You would like to sit before Aemond once, even if it was to watch his courtship of your sister. Absolutely shameful. 

“I am happy you joined us, Mariyanna! My brother has talked a lot about you. A lot. Like all the time! Yesterday, I was showing him some art and he said it reminded him of this poem you had suggested he read. Even though he doesn’t like poetry. And, when you said you read that stupid book about ancient people lying, he was so amazed he didn’t shut up about it for a whole week! AND...”  

“Daeron, please, for the love of the gods shut up.” Helaena quipped up, placing a protective hand on Aemond’s sleeve. Daeron giggled mischievously, his childish humour leaving only him amused. The glare Aemond sent his way left him clutching hard at the table trying not to let himself howl out in delight. You were seated beside him, with Aegon boredly picking his teeth in the reflection of his soup spoon on you other side. Helaena was perched across from him but was seated beside her obviously favourite brother Aemond. Mariyanna was seated on his other side. This meant Aemond and yourself were seated directly across from one another, and due to Helaena forcing the dinner to be an intimate event, your legs were almost touching his under the small table. The heat that radiated off him, and the accidently touches of his long legs had you pressing your thighs together as tightly as possible.  

You do not know what possessed you to read that stupid book. 

“Thank you for being kind enough to invite me.” Your sister ducked her head in appreciation, and you quietly sighed as no one paid any mind to you. It was a shock, however, when you raised your gaze and saw Aemond staring upon you, as if analysing your very soul. Without a second thought, you stared at him in the exact same way.  

“Yes, my brother says you love all those stupid books. I’ve been trying to convince my mother to renovate that ancient library in the south corner of the keep and turn it into a theatre for us to watch plays. The commonfolk have some fucking hilarious skits.” Aegon laughed ignorantly, and you watched your sister laugh too. 

“Oh no!” Your words came before your thoughts, and everyone quickly turned to you. You quickly looked at your sister for some support only to see her looking at you in frustration. “My sister loves that library.” You coughed out, and Mariyanna quickly nodded in agreement.  

“It’s filthy. The new one is much nicer.” Aegon pointed out. Mariyanna kept nodding, getting confused with who she should comply with, but you shook your head. 

“It’s too busy. And it censors the books too much.” You muttered falling into your seat to try and hide yourself from the attention. Aemond chuckled at your words, before beginning to tap his fingers a top the table. 

“Yes. I hear you enjoy the restricted section of the library.” He smirked at you, thinking he knew a secret that you didn’t. Led to believe that he was alone in the library with your sister. But you were there, and you understood his words perfectly, leaving you reddened in shame. 

“Oh really? How obscene do you enjoy your novels?” Aegon was suddenly interested as he snaked his arm around your chair and leaned in with a grin. 

“Ugh.” You grunted out in disgust without thinking, leaving Mariyanna gasping in shock. 

“Forgive my sister she...” She was drowned out by the laughter the three siblings shared at the treatment of their brother. 

“Move away from her Aegon.” Aemond sighed. Aegon sighed in mock defeat, before turning his attention to swirling his wine. Looking away, you tried to turn your attention to your sister, but was caught by Aemond’s gaze once more. 

“You do not come to any of my mother’s dances, am I right?” Shifting nervously, you quickly shook your head. 

“I find my sister is much better at those types of things. I like to live through her little stories.” He hummed at your reply, before drawing his goblet to his lips. 

“And what do you do in your spare time? Write?” Your sister and you stared panicked at one another, before you quickly shook your head. Helaena stared confused at the three of your, but Aemond simply looked at you. Nowhere else. His eye was on you. 

“Not me.” The squeak of your voice mimicked that of your sister’s fluster under his gaze. Mariyanna was biting down hard on her lip, willing herself not to cry. She thought it obvious you had been caught. 

“I just noticed the ink stains on your fingers. It was a simple assumption.” You quickly hid your fingers in the sleeve of your gown and tried to think up an excuse. But everything thought seemed to evade you.  

“Not me.” You repeated quietly. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone staring between yourself and Aemond, but then you found yourself saved by the servants. The doors swung open as they swarmed in, carrying different trays of food and began arranging your feast on the small table. You quickly looked at your sister who widened her eyes in question. You simply widened your eyes back. You also did not understand what was happening.  

“I have been so hungry this whole time.” Daeron moaned as he began piling his plate with potato's. Everyone moved to reach for a dish, so you quickly reached for the spoon that was within the soup dish. It also happened to be the dish Aemond reached for leaving you both grasping onto the tips of each other's fingers instead of the spoon. You quickly pulled back and cradled your hand with widened eyes. The touch had sent a sensation down your entire being, even all the way to your toes, leaving you with no choice but to curl them up inside your slippers.  

“Apologies.” You choked out, looking down shamefully. You cursed yourself in embarrassment, declaring to yourself that he really will think you simple and brainless at the end of this dinner. He simply hummed at your regret, before lifting your bowl towards him. Without a word, he poured you a serving before returning it to you. No words were spoken as you nodded in appreciation.  

+++  

The dinner had gone smoothly after that. Perhaps smoothly wasn’t the right word. You had to cradle Mariyanna in your arms as she had spent the whole time after sobbing. Aemond had not paid her much attention to her, and she thought it obvious he had figured out that it was you who had captured him all those months ago. 

“Shhh you do not know that to be true.” 

“I do! I saw the way he was looking at you.” You had patted down her hair in comfort as she shook in your arms. You could not celebrate at the idea that Aemond might have figured it out because you heart ached for your sister. 

“Even if he has figured out that it was I that was writing the letters, it does not mean he did not fall for you after all those hours he spent courting you.” You tried to reassure her, but her broken cries only got louder. 

“I could tell he did not like our talks. I am not dumb. I knew when I laughed at the wrong times and disagreed and agreed on his thoughts mistakenly. I knew he only liked me because of your letters. I just thought with more time he might grow fond of me.” You shushed her crushed sobs and pressed a kiss atop her head. 

“If he did not grow fond of your little Anna, then he is a fool.” You whispered. She lay in your arms a little longer, before letting out a long exhale. She quickly sniffed, before sitting herself up and wiping her eyes. 

“It is okay.” She whispered, pinching her cheeks and quickly blinking away her tears. You were shocked by her sudden change of demeanour, but she ignored you and moved to her window. With a frown you slowly stood, scared any sudden movement would break her once more. 

“Mary...” 

“Veron Greyjoy has asked me to wed him. I think I shall accept it.” She gazed out, as if she had not mentioned something so immense.  

“What?” You rushed to her side, but she simply sighed at you like you were an idiot. Clasping your hands with hers, she finally looked at you. 

“My courtship with Aemond was flawed. I had to make sure I had other options. Of course, marrying a prince of Westeros was the ideal option but I was not dumb enough to think there was a certain likeliness of me wedding him. Unlike you, I do not mind if I marry for security. So, I entertained some men on the side. I have had a few other proposals of course, but I enjoy Veron’s company the most.” You could not speak from the shock of her news, but Mary simply kissed your fingers. 

“What of Aemond?” 

“He was kind, of course. And I would have been happy to wed him because I believe he shall make a wonderful husband. But I do not love him.” Disbelief. It is all that you felt. But you should not have been surprised. Your baby sister was born to thrive amongst the court, and you were a fool for thinking her dim-witted. Perhaps she was a greater schemer than Otto Hightower? 

“You’re fucking insane.” You let out a breathless laugh, as you stumbled to leave her room. 

“At first I was committed to him.” She called. You turned back to look at her smirking face. “But I started looking elsewhere when I saw you sign one of those letters with your own name.” Staring at her with a gaping mouth, you could not believe what was happening. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” You muttered defensively. It only made her chuckle. 

“You have my permission.” 

“For what!?”  

“You may let him court you. I know you love him. And who am I to get in the way of that? I do not remember a time you showed interest in any man.” She smiled lovingly at your blushing form while you stood spluttering out sentences of denial. 

“He is a prince.” You finally whispered in defeat. You could never hide anything from her. 

“And you shall be a fine princess.” 

+++ 

You could not sleep after your talk with your sister. You had spent your night twisting and turning under the moonlight that streamed in from your window. So, with a huff, you found yourself marching to the library in a robe. Carrying a candle and allowing your hair to flow freely as your bare feet slapped upon the stone hallways, you were sure to have looked like a madwoman, but you were to frazzled to care. It was only when you made it into your hideaway within the library, that you finally allowed yourself to relax. You began lighting the candles upon the walls so that you had enough light to read and allowed yourself to reach for the book Ten Thousand Ships. During your exchanges with Aemond, you had spent many letters discussing Nymeria and her reign over Dorne. It was your favourite piece of literature, and it was his too. 

You couldn’t read. You tried. Gods you tired. But the longer you stared at a page, the more distorted the words became. Instead, your mind was only on Aemond.  

“You deceived me.” The sudden voice that came from between the shelves made you scream in shock. The book dropped as you quickly pushed yourself back in fear. But it only took a moment to be reminded whose voice that was. You watched as Aemond stepped forth from the shadows, still in his leather pants from dinner, but now just a sheer white undershirt covering his torso. The candlelight illuminated his face as he moved forward, and you breath hitched at the sight. He no longer had his eyepatch strapped up, but instead he left his missing eye bare for you to see. You expected a sunken hole where his missing eye once was, but the light caught on the sapphire, and you watched it glisten. You were awed, and when he noticed you did not look away from his scarring, he could not help but look upon you fondly. Swallowing your anxiousness, you simply bowed your head. 

“I am sorry Aemond. Truly.” You cursed yourself for being so informal and allowing yourself to call him by his name, and when you watched him clench then unclench his fists, you thought you had already ruined everything. 

“I could have you arrested for such fraudulence.” He muttered beneath his breath, making your neck bow even further. You felt tears spring to the corners of your eyes while you tried to gain composer. 

“It is true. And perhaps I deserve it. I did not intend for it to go this far.” Your breath was shaky as you exhaled your words and allowed yourself to slowly lift your gaze. You expected to see Aemond glaring, full of hatred at the revelation that he had been played a fool, but he was simply looking down at you with an amused smile. 

“I jest. I shall not have you arrested.” He apologised with a smirk, and this time your heart began to race for different reasons. No longer were you in fear of imprisonment, for now all you care for was the way Aemond Targaryen was standing above you in hardly any clothes, while you were sitting on the ground like a peasant with no shoes and untidy hair. You could not look away from the way his hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, and it was at that moment that you realise how unkept it was. It looked as if he had run his fingers through it a million times and in different directions. 

“I could find no sleep.” You whispered. He exhaled a breath and let out a soft hum. 

“Neither could I. My mind is... preoccupied.” You nodded in understanding and felt your heart soar from your chest. You were no fool. You know what was happening. 

“Will you sit with me?” You suggested as you began clearing away the books you had scattered across the floor. Aemond did not need to think as he gracefully dropped to his knees and allowed himself to fall to your side. Trying to make yourselves comfortable, he let his hand stretch you behind you, and you were quick to fall into his side. 

“Are you still reading A Caution for Young Girls?” You felt yourself choke at his jest, before allowing yourself to laugh.  

“No. I finished it.” You smirked while pulling your book back into your lap. “Hmmm. A shame.” He whispered, leaving a tingling sensation running down your spine. 

“I found it... enlightening.” You smirked as you ran your thumb across your lower lip. You felt him push his nose in your hair and you both couldn’t help but smile. You let out something between a moan and a laugh, before holding up Ten Thousand Ships. 

“I believe you are familiar?” You teased. He let his teeth draw in his bottom lip quickly before chuckling at your question. 

“I know something of it.” You went to turn the next page but stopped as you felt him move your wild hair to the side. 

“Let us start again.” He whispered. Reaching down to your hand, he pulled up your fingers and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“I am Aemond Targaryen, my lady. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” 

[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | four | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw X OC

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“You need to eat something,” Jake told Josephine less then ten minutes after she walked back into the house, “I made my mom’s old chicken broth.”

“Is it a peace offering?”

“No, that would be the cookies in the oven,” He said softly, “But for the record, Jose, I really am sorry. I crossed a line, well I crossed a few actually.”

“Yeah you did,” She replied, slowly taking a seat at the small kitchen table. 

Her feet were starting to hurt. She was sure they were starting to swell too. The first of many things that would change over the next couple of months. She wondered just how many things would change. 

“Nice and warm,” Jake set down a bowl of broth in front of her, “I even called my mom to have her talk me through everything, didn’t tell her exactly why though.”

“Thank you.” 

For more than just the broth, Jake knew that. There were some things that just didn’t need to be said between the two. They always seemed to have a deeper understanding of one another, it always annoyed their other friends during their school years. 

“Just eat up, will you? No way in hell you’ll be malnourished while you’re under my roof,” There was a hint of humor, but a lot more love. 

Some of the few people they were still friends with from high school always found it weird that Jose and Jake went from fucking like bunnies their junior and senior year, to somehow loving one another like family. There was nothing romantic left between them, not an ounce of attraction like that. But for Jose and Jake, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. They trusted one another, that’s why they loved the way they did in high school. Because they trusted one another, they could love the way they did now. 

“Think we should probably leave out the fact we used to date,” Jose shrugged, “I’ll already hear enough from Michael when it comes to the divorce, don’t need your friends here judgin me too.”

He nodded slowly in agreement, “I mean, Phoenix knows. She laughed her ass off for a while, actually. I could handle all of the shit jokes from the guys, but I don’t want that for you. Some things are better left in the closet.”

“Cheers to that,” She took a small spoon full of the broth, “How much does she know about us?”

“Just about everything, aside from all of the details about your situation,” Jake answered, “As promised, that stays between us until you say otherwise. You call the shots.”

“I feel like you’re waiting to shout from the rooftops,” She rolled her eyes. 

“I’m just being excited for you until you can be excited for yourself,” He shrugged, “I mean, remember the stupid parenting project we did our senior year? I would’ve failed if you weren’t so amazing. That baby is pretty damn lucky to have you as a mother.”

“You and I both know this isn’t an ideal situation, so don’t try to make me feel any better,” She sighed, “But you were right when you said I can’t admit it. Because then it becomes something I could lose, and I didn’t even know this was possible until that stupid test came back positive. I took five more just to be sure. If I say it, then I have to really care, and if I care it’ll ruin me if something happens.”

“When is your first appointment here?”

“End of the week. My doctor from New York set it up, it’s an old colleague of hers. I’m supposed to go twice as often as a normal patient with my…condition. I’m more than high risk.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jake assured her, “You aren’t alone anymore.” 

She nodded slowly, eating more of the broth. She liked the feeling of the warmth in her empty stomach. It reminded her of cold winter days spent at Jake’s childhood home. His dad might’ve been an ass, but his mother was the warmest most loving person Josephine ever met. 

“This is really good, by the way. You did good.”

“Oh thank fuck,” He sunk down in the chair across from her, “I was shitting a brink the whole time, thinking I was gonna fuck it all up.”

“You didn’t, I promise.”

“Good, because I accidentally made a shit ton,” He admitted. 

“Well, lucky for you, I have your mom’s actual soup recipes saved in my phone. Plus, I don’t need step by step instructions,” She joked, poking his shoulder, “Really though, I can’t thank you enough Jake. I mean it.”

“Well, you don’t need to thank me, as long as I’m the godfather,” He shrugged, “I’m only half joking.”

“We can talk about it later.”

A week later, Jake was out with Phoenix while Jose was setting up the guest room. Though, Jake swore the room was now Josephine’s. She wasn’t going to stay there forever, so it wasn’t her room. Just a space she was occupying for a little while. 

She glanced out of her window to see Bradley, or Rooster whatever he really wanted to be called, walking towards the house. She glanced down at herself quickly, she could potentially start to somewhat show any day now, according to her doctor. Though, she supposed to anyone that didn’t know her she would just look bloated. The heavy sweatshirt she was wearing worked to conceal anything that could be amiss though. 

She slipped out of the front door in time to catch him walking up the front porch. Bradley’s cheeks were tinted pink and he had those same sunglasses on again. They looked old, Jose wondered for a moment if he found them at a second hand shop. Maybe he would tell her where. She liked more vintage pieces. 

“Hey, there you are. I was just coming to check on you.”

“Here I am,” She was nervous, rocking on her feet.

“Do you want to go to the park for a bit? Phoenix and Hangman probably won’t be back for hours,” He offered, a hint of a smile under that stupid mustache. 

Jose hated mustaches. Michael tried to grow one once. He swore it would make him look older and more distinguished. It looked horrible on him. After that he tried to grow a beard to match, but he just couldn’t manage it. The little bit of fuzz made him look like a child, or a laughingstock. Maybe even both. She hated them because they reminded her of the fights that came in the weeks that followed. 

But Bradley…god how could something she hated look so right on him? It was like he was meant to have a stache. Like the simple bit of facial hair completed him somehow. She wasn’t sure if she could even imagine him without one, or if he would even look right. 

“I promised Jake I would stay in the house,” She replied quietly.

He took a step further, suddenly becoming worried, “Is this him being too overprotective? Because if he’s forcing you to stay here-”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” She interrupted with a shake of her head, “I’ve been feeling a bit sick, I’m not supposed to exert myself at all. So, walking like that is out of the question.”

A half truth. Her doctor recommended limiting it to one walk a day, especially since Jose hadn’t been able to keep down more than one or two small snacks here and there. She was worried that with all of the movement around the house today, she would be risking too much. Jose couldn’t yet admit it to herself, or anyone else for that matter, but she already cared about this tiny little baby more than she ever thought she could care about another human being.

“Are you,” Bradley started to reach for her before he stopped and took a tiny step back, “Are you okay?”

She thought about it for a second. There was no simple answer to his question. Because yes, she was okay, but at the same time she wasn’t. She heard a heartbeat at her last appointment. Jake wanted to put the pictures on the fridge, until he realized that meant anyone could see and he knew Jose didn’t want that. He settled for slipping one in his wallet instead. Jose saw the baby, her baby, for the first time. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the last appointment. It was easier to detach herself from the blurry pictures they printed out. But seeing it in real time, seeing the heartbeat and the little tiny movements that she couldn’t feel yet…that was harder to deny. 

“I will be,” She finally replied, “I’m supposed to meet with a divorce attorney soon. I never thought I would actually be thankful for a divorce. Thank god my mama doesn’t know.”

She watched as Bradley’s face changed, a few times actually, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought up the divorce, but the sooner that was over the sooner she would be able to really breathe. She didn’t realize how much she wanted to be rid of Michael until the park the other night. 

“If I was in your place, I think I’d definitely want to talk to my mom about all of this,” He sighed. 

She swallowed a large lump in her throat. She didn’t know what it was there, or why her heart felt like it was going to sink all the way to her feet. But the way he looked now, well it made her feel like someone was going to punch her square in the chest. 

“Not every mom is a good one,” She was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her, “My mom…well I think she was always too worried about what the church thought, you know? Everything always had to be just so. If it wasn’t, well that was a very bad day. I think she was so caught up in all of that, that she didn’t know how to love her own daughter right.”

“And you father?” He seemed almost scared to ask. It didn’t matter to Jose, the word didn’t mean anything to her. 

“Don’t know. She never talked about him, she still won’t. I don’t know if he died, or left…hell I don’t even know if she knows who he is. She’s worked hard to stop being the person she was before I was born, and here I am being the exact same. Only I know who-”

She almost said she knew who the father was. She knew, but he didn’t want any part in this life they made. She snapped her eyes shut. She brought a hand up to wipe across her forehead to move hair out of the way before getting her mind back together. Move on, deflect. 

“The rules haven’t changed though, Bradley,” She said, opening her eyes again, “I’m still off limits. And as much as I appreciate you coming to check in on me, you shouldn't have. I’m fine, and I’m pretty sure you would be able to tell if I wasn’t because Jake would be unbearable.”

“I’m not scared of him, you know? I’ve handled him for a good few years before you came around,” Bradley joked. 

“Pretty sure you aren’t supposed to be fighting with the guy flying next to you,” She raised an eyebrow, “I think that’s bad tactics. Plus, I don’t think your superior officers would like it very much. So, I’m going to go back inside and you’re going to go back to your house, and once again we’ll pretend like this never happened.”

He seemed to laugh silently as he shook his head. But he still stepped backward down the steps, “You know, I’m not sure if I like being your dirty little secret, Miss Josephine.”

He was joking, she knew that, but she felt her heart sink again all the same. She took one step back towards the door, hand reaching out for the handle, “You aren’t my dirty little secret, trust me.” 

I already have one of those, she wanted to add. 

Before she could do or say anything else, she slipped back inside, firmly shutting the door behind her. With a long sigh she leaned against it, her mind might as well be scrambled right now. The change in hormones, along with everything else was enough, but something about Bradley made it ten times harder. 

“I’m trying to do right by you,” She said softly, talking to her baby for the first time in three months, “I’m trying not to be like my mama, I don’t want you to grow up with me sneaking men in and out of your life. But he is making it really damn hard, so please don’t hate me if I fuck this up. Because he really makes me want to fuck up.”

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Waa I got mentioned in a tag!! Yay!! Tysm!! 🦈

𓆝 If I was at a concert: 

I enjoy singing, so I would be singing! It’s one of the few things I am kinda good at. Maybe I would play the guitar (though I am still learning by myself)

𓆟 Biggest pet peeve: 

I have a few pet peeves T_T but the biggest ones would be, in order:

People who eat with their mouth open (like, why??? Why do you need to??)

People who will ask questions / make you talk about something and then just say “ok but who asked” (or any variants). YOU ASKED!! If you aren’t interested pleaaaaase don’t be rude then!! In general, people who have that “ok but idc” attitude just. Are the worst. 

𓆞 Biggest insecurity about yourself:

Perhaps my eyebags? Im trying to be less insecure, but sometimes I still hate how tired I will always look, regardless of makeup or not. Also, the fact that my face is slightly uneven. Why?? ((Because I used to sleep so much on my side as a kid. That’s why.)) 

𓆝 What’s your favorite quality about yourself?:

I think im a good cook! I always try new things when cooking and I like that about myself! In general, ive been trying new things in my life! :) 

𓆝 Any pets ( current or previous ):

In order: 

Turtle I had as a baby (no idea of what my parents named it)

Dog I had as a kid (Nina)

Rabbit I had as a kid (Poeta)

Fishes I had as a kid (unnamed) ((they ate each other))

Rabbit I had as a kid (unnamed)

My beloved goldfish who I had for my entire last year of high school and first year of college (Skrimblo :)) - died because he got too fat rip he wouldve loved the cars junior that opened at the mall 

𓆟 Favorite season:

Where I live we only have two seasons (Summer and Winter, though winter is everything but cold lol) but I like Summer only because even though its dry ITS NOT HOT AND HUMID AND EVERYTHING FLOODS AND *collapses dehydrated 

*for more info about how awful Winter is ask your local Ecuadorian

𓆞 Job you want to have:

Im studying marketing, so anything related to it would be great. If I could, I would love to work in an aquarium, or behind the cameras on TV (even if it had to be in a farandula program lmao), or a lawyer (I wanted to study TV production, marketing, or law)!

𓆝 Favorite thing you own:

This is going to sound silly, but the sticky note that my friend gave me when we were in highschool that says “be happy”. I have it in my drawer and when I feel bad I just take it out. Aside from that, maybe my box of memories since I have all my other treasured things in there lol. 

𓆝 If you could buy one thing in this entire world (price or size doesnt matter) what would you buy? 

Just one thing???? Waa probably a mall and everything it has so it can be a inversion or something. Keep the money rolling so I can buy stuff that I need and like 😭 capitalism strikes again

ill tag... no one 😭 i dont any other mutuals,,, anyone!!! take this as your sign to talk to me!!! pleasee!!! 😭😭

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again, ty for the ask!!

Thank you so much!🌹 @cookieswithforksandknifes and @ant-thebooknerd for tagging me.

Get-into-it questions

If I was at a concert: I would definitely like to be a singer. I have always dreamed of having my own concert where I can sing my heart out 💕 (Don't worry, my voice is not bad!)

Biggest pet peeve : I always start clicking a ballpoint pen whenever I sit to study. I can't seem to stop myself 😭 ( my mum is very annoyed by this )

Biggest insecurity about yourself: My body and looks. I am a glasses girl so...you know, it's kind of embarrassing wearing them among my friends who can see very well. And also, my body is very curvy so that's a big insecurity ( I am sorry if I annoyed someone 😶 )

What's your favourite quality about yourself? : I love making people happy. I love the smiles and laughs so much that I am unable to bear silence and the grumpy faces🌟

Any pets ( current or previous ):

I have fishes!!! Lots of them!!! Almost 30 in total. 10 are Goldfish, 5 are Clownfish, 10 Angelfish and 5 sharks.

Also, there is a starfish ⭐ and a turtle 🐢 ( I love all of them so much 💞)

Favourite season: I like rainy season. 🌧️ The smell and touch of raindrops feels fascinating 😍

Job you want to have: I have never thought about a serious job but I really want to own a bookstore in the future with hundreds and thousands of books all around me 📚 The thought seems very thrilling!!!

Favourite thing you own: I have a collection of handmade bookmarks which I adore the most. Plus, the Shatter Me book set. ( I almost killed my brother since he touched it with dirty hands 🔪 )

If you could buy one thing in this entire world ( price or size doesn't matter ) what would you buy? :

I would love to buy the companies Rockstar Games and Electronic Arts. It would be a dream come true!!!

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