#bit sloppy but I’m BACK 😂

[warmblanketwhump]

hiii love your drabbles so much, can you write something where a touch-starved character gets hypothermia and their teammates have to wrap them in a blanket burrito and cuddle them to warm them up? maybe they could take a cozy group nap together too '

thank you! here ya go!! ❄️

“Shhhhhh, bring them in here.”

“They’re blue.”

“I need warm blankets in here as fast as possible.”

“How did they last that long out there?”

“Because they’re a fighter, that’s why.”

B’s far too out of it to know who said what. The only present thought in their mind is cold.

Deep, bone-aching cold.

The fire within them died ages ago as they struggled to stay afloat in the icy water, trying not to sob as they screamed for help. Their limbs had lost all feeling, and their pleas had fallen to soft whimpers as they’d surrendered to their fate.

A fate they’d face alone, like they’d faced most things in their short life.

It was harder to face the end now, because for a brief moment, they’d had a glimmer of what belonging felt like. They were new to the team, lingering on the edges, trying to work up the courage to let themselves get closer and be a part of this complicated tangle of people, so different and yet so accepting, so welcoming, so close. People constantly leaning on one another, scooping each other up and carrying them around, curled up together on a couch watching something together, affectionate shoves and ruffles of hair.

At first, it had all just been too much for them. They’d flinched hard the first time A had reached for a hug, and A had snapped their hand back, face blushing and apologetic. From then on, the team was welcoming, full of kind words, but the offers of physical touch faded as B made their discomfort with it clear.

But lately, something strange had been transpiring in their body. A restlessness in their limbs, a buzzing feeling in their nerve endings, a pressing ache in their chest that felt a little like they were dying inside.

After several weeks, A realized that what they felt in their chest wasn’t fear—it was longing. They were desperate to be a part of the thing they’d cut themselves off from, but they didn’t know how to ask—so they resigned themselves to hugging their knees to their chest, inches apart from everyone else piled together on the couch, wondering if anyone would mind if they leaned their head on their shoulder.

They’d been working so hard to build up their courage. Just that last night, B had been on the verge of asking for a hug—something to soothe the anxious ball of nerves that had risen in their stomach at the thought of the mission at hand. But the mission alarms had sounded, and they’d missed their last chance. And now, they wouldn’t get another.

What would it have felt like? To be held like that? To hear the soft thud of someone’s heartbeat against your ear, the circle of someone’s arms clutching you close to their warmth as they cradled your head and buried their face in your hair?

It was something B would never know, but the thought was nice to dwell on in these last few moments. A hug. A warm, soft, hug, instead of these glass knives stabbing their every limb.

As they felt themselves fading away, they wondered if they were dreaming the shouts they heard.

———————————————

The next moments passed by in snapshots. A flash, then strong arms gripping them, pulling their soaking frame into the boat. Frantic hands tugging at frozen clothes, complicated by B’s stiff limbs. A rattling noise that they’d realize later was the sound of their own teeth chattering. The sound of the boat hitting land.

A few more flashes - out of the boat, in someone’s warm arms, a dry coat placed over them, being transported, cold, cold, cold….

After a while, the snapshots string together into sequences - being eased onto a soft bed, cold wet skin dried and covered in warm blankets, a warm hand pushing frozen hair off of their forehead, the sound of someone crying softly in the distance. And shivering. So much shivering.

When B finally has the strength to lift their heavy eyelids, their first sight is of the faces, several of them tear stained, all of them watching them intently. They’re wrapped in half a dozen blankets, propped up in a large, unfamiliar bed, while a large fire blazes in the nearby fireplace.

B can’t form words between their shivers and chattering teeth, but they’re awake enough to feel the soft, warm pajamas they’re now dressed in and the thick wool socks over their cold feet. Even so, their body’s internal heat seems to be switched off, pure ice in their veins. Under a pile of warmed blankets, hours after being rescued, they don’t feel warm at all. And there’s a constant shiver in their core that they can’t seem to stop. They’re so tired, and so, so cold.

“You scared us, B.” A’s voice cracks, and the other members of the team nod furiously.

B clutches the blankets closer to their chin, trying to hold the warmth closer to their chilled body, when they see A’s hand, white-knuckled and twisted in the top blanket on their bed, inches from their own.

They’re waiting for an invitation.

Slowly, shakily, B reaches their cold hand from under the blankets to place over A’s. A’s vision snaps up, and B tugs at their hand, more than a little desperate.

“Please. C-closer. M’ so c-cold.”

That’s all it takes for A to gently slide into the space next to them on the bed, slipping under the blankets and curling their body next to B’s, cocooning their trembling body in warm arms. The rest of them follow suit, until they’re wreathed in a tangled mess of warm limbs and sleepy bodies, each jostling for a place closer to them. B’s neurons nearly explode at the touch.

A shifts closer, cupping a hand around B’s head and pulling it closer. “This okay?”

B nods furiously, already feeling a warmth unlike anything they’ve ever felt before blooming in their chest and flooding their limbs. They’re totally surrounded by people they care for more than anything in the world, and it’s better than they could’ve ever imagined.

“We’ll warm you up, B. Don’t you worry,” a sleepy C mumbles from somewhere down in the pile.

Despite C’s promise, B’s bone-cold for two more days - a deep, lingering chill that’s only eased by someone’s warm body pressed against theirs - and they stay bundled up in bed to preserve the meager warmth. The rest of the team gets the bright idea to take shifts with them, but the “shift” idea soon fades because no one wants to leave once their turn is up, and the whole team ends up on the bed by the day’s end. Sometimes they talk, or read a book out loud, but mostly B just craves the warmth being held. After years of loneliness, they can’t get enough.

It shouldn’t make any sense. B’s exhausted and weaker than they’ve ever been in their life, and they’ve never been happier.

It’s late now, the remainder of the fire burned down to coals, and everyone’s brought their own pillows and blankets to spend the night. B’s mostly recovered, by now, but they don’t want to say anything out of fear of losing this thing they found.

“Your hands are finally warm,” A mumbles, wrapping their own hands around B’s. B’s stomach drops. Caught.

“Y-yeah…..I guess so. If that means….you want to go back to your own bed…”

A snorts. “Are you kidding? You’re never getting rid of us now.” They shift slightly, allowing B to ease their head on their chest. “Unless you want us to go—“

“No.” B’s hand fists protectively in A’s shirt. “I mean…I don’t mind. This. All this.”

B could be imagining, but they think they hear relief in A’s next sigh as they raise their hand to B’s head, threading their hand through their hair. “We’re never gonna leave you, B.”

B swallows the lump in their throat as they hug A hard, and B feels A’s arms tighten back.

Warm. Safe. Loved. Was there anything better than this?

[kingkatsuki]

— a favour

Deku has a favour to ask of Bakugou, and he hopes you’ll be happy to oblige.

This is pretty much for Kitten idk😂😭

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 0.8k.

“You wanna what?” Bakugou sneers as he pushes his mask up onto his forehead, raising a brow. Completely positive that Deku hadn’t just asked him that question, there ain’t no fucking way—

“No, no, no, listen! I’ll pay you— and I just think it’ll be better with you both rather than a stranger.”

“And you think that’s a favour?” Bakugou grunts, “A favour is ‘Can you spot me?’ or ‘Can you give me a lift?’— not can I fuck your girlfriend?”

“No! I don’t want to fuck her—” A blatant lie, “I want to watch—”

“You want me to fuck my girlfriend—” Bakugou sounds on his tongue, as though that would make it make sense, “And you just wanna watch?”

“Um, well yeah.” The tips of Deku’s ears were burning crimson, tinted all the way across his cheeks as he felt his stomach knot.

After he was caught in a drunken fumble with an escort a few months ago, Midoriya had to be more careful about the company he kept. The story only failed to reach the local news outlets and social media thanks to his quick thinking HR team sending out a lengthy NDA, paired with a substantial payoff. Escorts, strangers online and Only Fans were now completely off limits. If the public found out about the Number One Heroes filthy little secret his entire image would be destroyed.

“So why not just go out and fuck a girl?” Bakugou snorts, “There’s gotta be thousands of women ready to get into the Number One’s pants.”

“It’s not just about that,” Deku flushes, trying to avoid Bakugou’s intense fiery gaze, “I like to watch—”

“So watch porn.” Bakugou scoffs, “I’m sure I’ve got plenty of fuckin’ videos on my phone that I can send ya— there’s one where I’ve got her in this posi—”

“No!” Midoriya cut him off, “I mean— I like when people are mean to me.”

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sinful grin at the realisation as he held his phone in his hands, staring down at his former school friend, “You like being degraded huh? You sick freak.”

Midoriya bit back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the brash tone, his cock pulsing beneath the tough fabric as he shifted from foot to foot.

“And what makes you think she’d even agree to it, hah?” Bakugou knew you were more than comfortable trying out new kinks and experiences in the bedroom with him, just last week you’d filmed a raunchy CNC sex tape after your date plans had been ruined by a torrential downpour. And you were more than happy for him to share some of the moments he filmed with his best friends— But this was inviting another man, a friend, into your most intimate moments together. Nowhere near the same as sending a quick thirty second video of you bouncing on his cock to Kirishima.

“Can you at least ask her?” Midoriya mumbles, “Please?”

“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou itches his nose with the back of his hand, “I’ll tell her what a sick fuckin’ freak you are, Deku.”

Midoriya was certain he could’ve creamed his pants from the condescending lilt to Bakugou’s voice as he grabbed his towel out of his locker, his stomach lurching as he thought about whether this was what his friend was like when he was with you. Watching Bakugou disappear behind the shower stalls as Midoriya finally chanced palming his throbbing cock for a moments relief, wincing when he felt just how wet with pre his boxers were as they stuck to his skin uncomfortably, moulding to his cock as he groaned in satisfaction.

Did Bakugou talk to you like this too? So full of spite and degredation— Did the same thing get you off too? Or was his voice soft and full of praise as he plowed into your sloppy cunt.

“Oi,” Bakugou shouted across the locker room as Midoriya laced his red trainers. He definitely couldn’t shower here, not now. He had to make it home— looking up to see Bakugou standing there with a towel slung low on his hips, a smirk on his face as he held his phone in the air. And Midoriya noticed he was on video chat with you, wondering whether Bakugou was talking to you while he was in the shower— “She said she wants to play your nasty little game, Deku.”

And here Midoriya was, not even forty-eight hours later. Sitting at the foot of your bed while Bakugou split you apart on his cock—

“She didn’t believe me when I told her, you know.” Bakugou sneers, a warm palm cupping your jaw to direct your debauched face to his friends green gaze, “Couldn’t believe that precious little Deku would be such a sick little freak.”

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Sanji flirting with you and promptly getting caught…

Part 2 here

“I’ve finished plating. Come on, you’re slowing the line.” Sanji called out.

You squeezed between two cooks while holding a silver tray above your head to protect the desserts on it. They were fresh from the oven and still sending swirls of steam into the air. When you reached the blonde-cook, you heard him ‘tsk’ playfully.

“You’re getting sloppy.” He teased with a slight sing-song to his tone.

Rolling your eyes, you began setting your sweet dishes down. “Watch it, North Blue. You’re tempting me to tell Zeff about your midnight pantry raid last night.”

Sanji chuckled. He stepped back to give you space before leaning over your shoulder, his breath fanning by your ear. The tickle almost distracting your careful handling of the plates.

“Well, then maybe you’d also like to explain to the old man what you were doing in there with me?” He mused in a whisper.

A shiver ran down your spine from where the cook was gently pressed, reminding you of the night previous in the pantry where you swapped breathless kisses.

“Oi, you two!” Zeff’s loud voice boomed as he entered the room with a frown. The suddenness was enough to jolt Sanji a healthy distance away from you.

“‘Heart eyes’ and ‘mooning’ are not things we serve at this restaurant, got it?” The moustached man reminded.

“Yes, chef.” You nodded feeling your face heat up after being called out. Expecting Sanji to also repeat the words, you waited for a second. Glancing over at the young man, you frowned when he wasn’t making any effort and nudged him in the arm.

“Yes, chef.” Sanji grumbled.

Zeff nodded. “I think Y/n can finish the plating without you looming over their shoulder.”

The blonde-haired cook reluctantly stepped away from the bench and retreated to his station. You cleared your throat and resumed plating as you had been before things unfolded.

Zeff huffed and lowered his voice so the rest of the room couldn’t hear.

“Now, the Little Eggplant can be a bit of an idiot in love. But you should know better than to have secret a rendezvous in the pantry.” He said outright.

You stopped all movement and stared at him with wide eyes. Zeff knew?

“The whole crew here knows.” Zeff continued as if he could read your thoughts. “New rule, the kitchen is completely off limits to your little escapades. Understood?”

Throat dry, all you could manage was a single nod. It was sufficient and Zeff moved away, walking in Sanji’s direction most likely to give him the warning as well.

You’d have to catch up with Sanji after the lunch rush to get the details, right now - your desserts were getting cold.

A/n: I’m almost tempted to write Zeff’s convo with Sanji 😂

Part 2 here

Masterlist here (for more One Piece)

[saltofmercury]

* waving* heelllloooo, just want to say thank you for the “ break in” series! I love König and Civilian!readers, there’s not enough non military reader stories out there so i am always hunger for more.can I put in a request? I don’t know why this idea pops into my head and not sure if Soap has a younger sister, imagine his sister had a crush on König from meeting him during military family day ( im sure theres no such event lol) or some off duty team outing. Something like..

Sister: who’s that really big guy there johnny?

Soap, knowing his sis too well : oh no you don’t.. dont go there darling

Sis: but he is so cute like a huge costco teddy bear..very huggable

All the while König overheard the who convo, flattered +embarrassed + in disbelief

Thank you! If it’s too much just ignore me its ok 😂

Pairing: König x f!reader ft. Johnny + Ghost

Summary: You tag along to Johnny's party.

A/N: Thank you @sofasoap

"The Favorite MacTavish"

“You’re still on the fastest route.”

The navigation on loop. You focused on what you could tone out Johnny with.

Looking out the window, a blur of cars turned into a blur of bricks, that in turn ended up to just dirt and then open land. Dust. You’ve been sitting as a passenger princess the entire ride there. Johnny but insisting on lecturing you about what was expected of you.

It felt more like briefing you if you were being honest.

“I’m dead serious ya hear?” Johnny had turned and pointed a finger to you.

“You got to tone it down with Ghost.” “You were off ya trolley last time, I told ya to leave the poor man alone.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t anything too bad.” 

Your mind flashed back to the last get together Johnny and his friends had. You had met the legendary “Ghost” that Johnny had worked with. A man with a skull face covering, taller and larger than any other of his teammates. A deep set British accent. (You and Johnny still argue if it’s Southern or Manchester.)

Ghost kind of bothered you that he was at a party. The man had radiated big fuck off vibes from you. It made no sense for him to be here. 

All you saw was… someone crying for attention.. Or even a little competition.

You approached Ghost with a deal, if he were to out drink you, you would shut Johnny up the entire night, and if you were to outdrink him, he would join the group for 20 minutes. 

The little game turned dangerous and it wasn’t until you had almost bested him in the tenth beer of the night that he almost tapped out. Almost beat by a MacTavish. It didn’t help that you were flirting with him a bit when he started to become sloppy, which you think became in your best interest.

One of the other teammates had lost it.

“Ghost is going to lose!”

Ghost looked loopy. Not even his skull painted covering could hide that. He ended up going to the cooler, bringing out 3 beers, chugging them one by one, and then remained in his stoic composure. It was truly a sight.

All of Johnny’s teammates never let that one go.

“Can’t believe Johnny’s little sister thought she could out drink Ghost.”

“I can’t believe she had him stuttering. Never heard the LT at a loss for words.”

“I think I like his sister more than Johnny.”

Johnny never lived it down, and never heard the end of it from Ghost.

“I actually don't know why I bothered bringing ya.” He continued.

You missed your older brother. It was hard seeing him a few times a year. With any opportunity to see him, including riding along to party with his teammates, you took. It helped that he had a soft spot for you.

“I won't make any promises, but I’ll leave Ghost alone.”

*

It wasn’t until an hour later that you had arrived. You remembered what Johnny had said. “No teasin’ Ghost.” “No trying to out drink anyone.” “Behave!”

You both walk up into a small beige house. There’s a plain white metal gate in front of it, but no live plants, just dirt. Endless dirt, dust, and rocks surrounding it, and a few other SUVs, Jeeps, and sedans.

You walk inside, right behind Johnny, mumbling in your head—

“No drinking, no ghosting.”

How annoying.

Once inside, you’re greeting everyone behind Johnny.

Gaz looks at you. “Well if it isn’t Ghost’s favorite little sister!”

You smile. “No ghosting tonight.”

Immediately looking toward Johnny, who was nodding in approval.

*

Much later when you're inside that you see him, along with a brand new set of faces that you aren’t familiar with.

There’s a lady with a small ponytail, some guy on a tablet and sunglasses on, and a guy who's got a black face mask on. This particular individual is more distant, pushed further away from everyone else. Looks big, bigger than Ghost. 

He’s not alone, he’s got some other guy next to him talking about some game he was playing on his phone.

“Steamin’ Jesus” you think to yourself. How did this massive guy end up here?

You grab a hold of Johnny,

“Johnny, who’s that over there?”

Johnny had barely taken a sip of his 3rd beer before his eyes went wide. 

“Aw Jesus Christ, no you don’t. Don’t you dare go there.” he says, grabbing a hold of your wrist. 

“Oh for fucks sake, I’m just asking who the guy is!” 

“Haud yer weesht! It's the same ol’ script with every single one of my teammates I swear to god.”

“Is he new?”

“He’s not with us.” He stops for dramatic effect. 

Whispers- “That group over there is a different team.”

Oh. 

The big guy is holding an electrolyte drink as opposed to any alcohol. He takes up the entire chair and he’s polite, nodding his head to his teammate, but quickly glancing back and forth towards you and Johnny.

“And I swear to god, you better not think of stepping over there, I’ll get Ghost to restrain you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“You said no Ghostin…”

Johnny pulled you a little closer to him, then quietly (his case of quiet) says

 “Do you know what those guys do?”

“Military?”

“Christ on a bike… those there are contracted killers.”

You snort.

“Yeah fuckin' right Johnny and what do you call yourself? Saints?”

“I swear you’re so daft. Don’t go near them, stay with what you know.”

“I just want to introduce myself to them, it would be rude no?”

The guy in the mask looked harmless. He wasn’t drinking, he was among friends, he was simply waiting for someone to approach him.

*

The entire night you keep thinking of ways to get over it. You’ve got plenty of liquid courage in you now though.

“Just because he’s bigger than the rest of you, you’re intimidated.” The liquid courage was bubbling up inside you. 

“Fucking hell, would you drop it?” Johnny says

“I just want to talk to him, Johnny!”

You made your way over to him.

Johnny’s eyes looked like they could burst out of their sockets.

“Hi, how are you? You know what, you don’t seem bad at all, you just seem big, but that's ok.”

The man looked at you wide eyed, beneath his mask formed some crinkle surrounding his eyes.

“I just wanted to let you know that you don't intimidate me, but quite frankly you encourage me to give you a hug.”

He smiled now, you could see it.

“You’re like a huge teddy bear even, have you been to the states? They got a whole warehouse full of teddy bears the size of you.”

A small laugh from him and his fingers running through his hair.

“In fact, I kind of wish I had you as my own size for a teddy bear… what do you say?”

Before he could respond, you were yanked up, thrown over someone’s shoulders.

“That’ll do mini MacTavish..” A British accent. Ghost was hauling you away.

You felt dizzy, and kept your eyesight on the big man.

“I MEAN it! You are not intimidating you're just in need of a hug.”

[avatar-anna]

Can you make a request about Y/N on Brits with Harry? she is also being nominated for several categories and the two get drunk during the awards and have to go on stage even though they are drunk.

on a roll because i don't want to watch the superbowl😂

this is a platonic best friend fic!

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“Drink up, bitch, we’re getting shit faced tonight.”

Not even questioning it, Harry took the shot glass you slid his way, clinking it against yours before tossing it back. “One more,” he said, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Even though you were both nominated tonight, and even though both of you would be in front of a camera at one point or another, you still planned on getting drunk as if you were at Harry’s place instead of Wembley Stadium. Because if there was one thing you and Harry could count on, it was having an excellent time together.

You’d known Harry for years, had grown up in the industry together. He was a good friend to you over the years, perhaps even your best friend. You listened to each other’s music to give feedback, you went to each other’s shows whenever your schedules allowed, but most importantly, you made award shows like the Brits your bitch.

As Harry won each of his awards tonight, you cheered loudly from your table, and when he stumbled onto the stage and basically tried to flirt with anyone with a pulse, you were there to film all of it.

The after party was no different.

You’d caught wind that Harry gave some bullshit response in an interview that he was possibly only going to have one drink to celebrate, but not on your watch.

“Oi! Y/n! Quit flirting and get your ass over here so we can dance!” Harry practically shouted across the club you and a couple of friends decided on after the Brits. He’d disappeared on you, but of course he got jealous when you talk to someone else.

“Your boyfriend?” the guy you’d been speaking with asked.

“I will have you know, that I am Y/n’s best friend,” Harry replied, appearing from behind you. His hair was thoroughly mussed, and you were pretty sure there was a hickey on his collar bone. You raised your eyebrows at him, but he pointedly ignored it. “And I am in need of my best friend’s assistance, so if you will excuse us.”

Harry pulled you away from the guy and toward the dance floor, where he immediately spun you around. He wasn’t the best dancer you knew, but what he lacked in rhythm and coordination, he made up for in enthusiasm. And Harry was most certainly energetic at the moment.

“You gonna tell me about this?” you asked, poking the hickey on his skin.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Liar!” you said, playfully pushing his shoulder. Harry giggled like a schoolgirl to you whenever he hooked up with someone. “They’re either super famous or you’re too embarrassed to say, which is it?”

Harry pretended to zip his lips with his fingers, and you decided to let the subject go. For now. You’f get it out of him eventually.

“I’m proud of you, by the way,” you told him, leaning in close so he could hear you. “This was your year, Sue. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. I feel like I should be a tiny bit humble because I beat you, but...” Harry shrugged.

You knew he was joking. Both of you had worked extremely hard this year, but when Harry’s name was announced for the category you were both in, all you felt was immense joy for your best friend. Still you smirked and threw your arm around his shoulder. “Just wait til next year. You won’t know what hit you.”

“Now that I believe.”

You led Harry back toward the bar for another drink, though you could tell it was about time for the two of you to get home.

“I might need to crash at your place,” Harry muttered.

“Fine, but breakfast is on you,” you said.

Harry pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, which you promptly wiped away. “Deal.”

[crazyunsexycool]

Ooooh, drabble requests!

Lottie seeing Natasha taking someone down with her thighs. Now Lottie wants to do that too but it’s difficult when her small chubby legs can’t even reach around properly!

😂😂😂😂

I hope you’re talking about this:

The leg thing.

As much as Charlotte loved her Steebie and Bubba and Dad, she also loved and looked up to Nat. So it was no surprise that Charlotte had been hanging out with Nat all morning. Nat loved spending time with her and always made it her mission to do fun things together but this particular morning Nat had to do some training with Steve before she could spend time with Charlotte.

Lottie didn’t care though and was more than happy to watch the training. So she sat in the sparring room in her yellow Belle dress and watched as Steve and Nat trained. She was excited to watch since she knew her favorite people weren’t really hurting each other. Lottie would cheer and gasp and applaud as Steve and Nat completed certain moves.

However when Nat went for the flying neck scissor takedown Lottie was speechless. Her mouth hung open as Nat wrapped her legs around Steve’s neck and her body swung around and throwing Steve to the ground. She immediately ran to stand over Steve who was lying on his back groaning. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she looked over him.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m ok.” He says.

“I wanna do that, Natty.” Lottie completely ignored Steve and instead looked up at Nat with awe.

“You heard her Steve, she wants to learn. Get on your knees.” Nat sends Lottie a wink.

Nat explains the steps and shows her what she needs to do. Lottie tries a few times but she can’t seem to do it.

“Maybe it’s your dress, sweetheart.” Steve offers after her last failed attempt.

“It’s not.” Nat shakes her head and takes a knee next to Lottie. “I know you can do this just take a breath.” Nat takes a deep breath and Lottie mimics her. “And try your best.”

“Kay.”

Lottie takes a few steps back and then runs toward Steve. She can manage to wrap her legs around his neck but really she’s still to small, so her short legs to wrap all the way around and she falls before she can swing herself around. Every time Steve manages to catch her every single time.

“Maybe you’re just too little right now.” Steve says softly as to not offend his best girl, it doesn’t work of course.

“Ugh, am not small. Am big girl and can do it.”

“Yeah Steve, she’s a big girl and she can do it.” Nat adds, “Lottie take a few extra steps back and run as fast as you can ok?”

“Kay.”

Lottie does as she’s told and the determination on her face is priceless. She takes one more deep breath and runs with all her might at Steve. Lottie jumps and hooks her legs around his neck and using her momentum she swings around and Steve falls. Her dismount is a bit sloppy but she’s jumping and shrieking in glee that she managed to actually be just like her auntie Nat. The latter who is praising her and celebrating while Steve is laying on the floor, sprawled out like a starfish.

“I did it.” Lottie bounces around and stands over Steve. “See Steebie, am big girl.”

“You showed me, sweet heart. I’m very proud of you.”

“Alright Lots of love, let’s go change for our pool day.” Nat says as she gets up.

“Bye Steebie.”

Lottie grabs her bag that holds her things and skips along to the door.

“Nice save with that fake out.” Nat gives Steve his props for acting as if Lottie had actually managed to take him down.

“Fake out, sure.” He says from his place on the floor. “Go have fun, don’t worry about me. ”

[bitethedevil]

Hey! Thanks for doing a prompt fill on my ask!

"Though Raphael had delegated his responsibility to others, seeing as he was not exactly the fierce army general that Zariel had been and Bel before her, the Blood War was currently a mess. Him gaining his new position had caused just enough chaos that they had fallen behind in the war." Oooo! I never considered this aspect of Raphael making a play for control over Avernus.

“'She’s not mine,' Raphael said with a dismissive hand gesture. 'She fulfilled her end of the bargain. Her soul is hers. The only reason I visit her is to convince her to hand it over to me. I have not succeeded yet so I cannot give you what you want.'” I don't know why and I can't put a finger on the reason(s), but the fact that Raphael was so willing to just admit that he didn't own Tav's soul felt significant and/or like a little bit of a big deal (maybe it's because he is such a massive egocentric control freak that him admitting a lack of control over Tav and even implying potentially unsuccessful attempts to claim her soul just made me do a double take 😂). It kinda lent more weight to the idea that he REALLY didn't want this other fiend to get ahold of Tav.

"Raphael’s claws were starting to dig into the arms of the chair he was sitting in." W- Why was that hot?!

"Complete silence fell over the room for a moment" I know that they're probably alone, but I'm just picturing a bunch of imps and debtors all suddenly freezing and glancing at each other silently like 😳😨🫢😦😰😟😧🫣 while trying to decide if they should start booking it out of there before one or both fiends metaphorically or literally blows up.

“'You’ll do no such thing,' Raphael said. He was suddenly eerily calm. 'In fact, I’m suddenly not in a particularly generous mood, so you will hand over your men without any payment.'” Aaaaaand it's at THAT very moment in which anyone with even the slightest bit of self-preservation should have back-peddled, groveled, or just fled.

“I will speak with ‘my little favorite’. I will tell her of your little offer and see if she wants to play with you a little first. The girl is awfully sloppy with a knife, but she can take her time, seeing as you are going to lie there nicely without protest. After, you will be with your men on the front lines, as a lemure. Do you understand your orders?” Oooo, now that is a threat if I've ever heard one and I also absolutely LOVE that last line.

"So much for diplomacy…" This got a snort laugh out of me. 😅

I'm glad you liked it! <3 And yeah, Raphael is an asshole, but he does have some form of morals. Letting someone use a former client, especially one who has given him so much, is a no-no.

Thank you! <3

[umi-adxhira]

So Ikevil MC seems to be brave at times but she’s pretty demure

so can I request a more sassy, fiery, feisty, take no shit MC?

Spacific lay with our favorite foul mouthed man Jude (my fav 😍)

The others if you want but not required only if your in the mood to write them

I’m thinking maybe when she’s first getting to know them and Jude is being his normal foul mouthed rude self and MC Is basically just “oh hell no I’m a put this man in his place”

I imagine this type of mc x Jude down the line would wind up turning into a sort of enemies to lovers type tho g 😂 (ofc my fav trope)

Thanks!

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀 | 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: We love a sassy MC putting a foul-mouthed man in his place. Also, enemies to lovers is my favourite trope, and Jude is my favourite character in the game, so this is perfect. Uses she/her pronouns but could also be gender-neutral

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

"Quit your yappin' already. You don't want to see me mad,"

"Oh, I definitely wish to see the 'foul-mouthed', 'evil' Mister Jude get mad. It will certainly be entertaining to see a child throw a tantrum for his favourite toy," You mock teasingly, causing an irk to rise from Jude's forehead.

Ellis intervenes, hopefully before his contractor decides to put a hole in your head, "Should we get going, Mister Jude? We need to leave now so we can get to the company on time for the meeting,"

"..." Jude pauses for a moment before ultimately letting out a sigh, "Fine, let's get this shit over with. I had enough to deal with today, I'm already in a foul mood because of this ugly, scrawny dimwit,"

"I'm not a mirror, Mister Jude," You retort with a giggle, catching the way his features tensed up for a second before maintaining his cool.

This was always a thing between you and Jude. You'd like to say he started it by being the Emperor Ass that he is, but you have to admit you caused this situation to rise a little bit.

From talking back to him to openly defending Victor in the petty squabbles those two have, no matter how much in the wrong Victor is, but you digress.

You could say you were enemies. Everyone would notice the tension build up when both of you are in the same room together, but despite this, you admired his ability to take control of the room with ease, especially in a well-known trading company. But you'd never admit that.

But there was one incident you would never be able to forget...

"I'm not interested. Please leave," You were waiting for Harrison in a pub as this was the place he usually be at around this time. He did mention that he may be a few minutes late, which wasn't a problem. Well, until that drunkard tried to score you.

The man wasn't having it, grabbing your arm and pulling you off your seat. "Aaah, come on! I can show you a good time~ I'm sure whatever man you're with now can't pleasure you the way I can!"

You tried to pull your arm away from his grip, grunting as he cackles at your failed attempt. Apparently, being drunk gave him super strength.

You look around desperately at the other people at the bar as a desperate plea for help, to which they all avoided their eyes. Well, you certainly aren't going to be coming to this pub in the future.

He drags you out of the pub, and his sloppy movements cause you to lug around poorly, sometimes tripping on your own feet. You pray to find Harrison walking to the pub, but alas, he was later than usual.

The drunkard continues on, throwing you against the wall of an abandoned alleyway, holding you in place with his foot pressed up against your stomach.

The sudden impact made you yell in pain, toppling over if it wasn't for his leg in the way. "Stop being so loud... do I have to teach you to be obedient?"

"Maybe when you fixed that rugged look of yours and get a decent life, maybe then you can think that you can control me, you utter idiot,"

"You..." He mutters, teeth gritted as he kicks your stomach again, harder than the last time. "You're just like your boyfriend, huh. A foul-mouthed rat who should be better on the streets,"

"What... boyfriend...?" You try and muster the courage to ask.

The drunkard was irked at your question, "That bitch of the trading company. Seeing his girlfriend suffer like this will make him pay... maybe I should kill you for revenge!"

So he hurt you because he thought you were associated with Jude, huh? Maybe you shouldn't go near him anymore if you even survive.

Suddenly, the man was on the floor unconsious, leaving you free. Before you could land on the floor, strong arms held you up. "Mister Jude, she’s injured,"

"She’s fine," Jude dismisses almost immediately, watching you with a small glimmer of pity as he sees you clutch your stomach in pain. "Give her to me," He orders, practically pulling you towards him to be carried.

Ellis stands up from his crouched position, "Are you sure?" He does not answer, simply walking away from each passing second, not realising the soft breaths coming from your sleeping form.

You woke up the next day, Roger said you were fine but advised you to stay in bed for, the next few says until you feel 100% better for you to walk around with no abdominal pain.

Harrison apologised for leaving you alone in a pub, hoping to make it up to you. Ellis visits you every day, asking you the same question, "Are you okay?" before making small talk and leaving.

Today, you finally decided to ask why he asked you the same question, to which he replied: "Mister Jude ordered me to check in every day to see if you were alright. I think he felt bad because you got hurt because of him,"

"Oh..."

"He's in his room right now. I can take you there if it makes you happy,"

"Thank you, Ellis,"

With a knock on his door, you enter, not bothering to wait for his response. After all, you would have come in even if he said no.

His eyes look uo to find yours, in a small shock. His expression immediately turns back to his normal, grumpy façade. "What do you want?"

"You know, if you wanted to know how I was doing, you could have just come to me yourself,"

He turns away, mindlessly sorting through papers scattered on his bed. "I wasn't worried. If you died, I would not hear the end of it from the Queen. Besides, yer fine. You were just on bed rest because Mother Roger wouldn't stoo yappin'"

"But why bother asking Ellis to ask me how I'm doing if you knew I was alright?" You close the door behind you, making your way to his bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

Jude pauses for a moment, trying to come up with a structured answer, which would make you go asay the fastest, "Because I was worried for yer stupid ass. That fatass won't hurt you again, I've made sure of it. So don't worry about shit, alright?"

You giggle at his tsundere side, leaning over to gove him a wick peck on the cheek. "Well, thanks for saving me, back there. Who knows what would have happened," You stand up from your seat, making you way to the door, noticing how Jude's face flushed a bright pink. "See ya around, Mister Jude~"

©️umi-adxhira [27/06/2023]

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (19) 2/2

19. Where loyalties lie, part 2

MASTERLIST

Summary: Certain events in your family makes clear where loyalties truly lie

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about cheating, angst, political plotting, talks about death, 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4 k Notes: Don’t hate me for the decisions I made in this chapter, I BEG OF YOU. haha you might wonder, why did you divide the nineteenth chapter in two? well, because, as a normal person that is in reality unhinged and with a little bit of OCD in their system… i wanted the twentieth chapter to be the last one before the Dance starts hahaha IM SORRY OK??? but it looks so good in the doc 😂😂 And it's going to be even better if I pull another 20 chapters for the second part 😂

“Good morning beautiful wife”, Harwin purred in your ear, drawing you to him 

“Good morning”, you whispered. He put a sloppy kiss on your temple, as he pressed you to his chest. And you felt his growing manhood in your lower back, “Harwin”, he drop a kiss in your neck, his facial hair tickling you 

“Wife”, he purred, dropping more kisses

“I’m sorry, I… I’m not in the mood”, you said. So he released you gently.

“Alright my love, I’m sorry”, he said, dropping a last kiss on your cheek. it was still early, so you enjoyed a few more moments in bed. 

“I have to ask you something”, you said, looking at the wall

“Ask away honey”, he whispered

“Why did you marry me?”, you asked, and you felt him freeze in his spot besides you

“What?”

“Did you ask for my hand, or was it my father?”, you whispered

“Why does it matter?”, he asked

“My father, then”, you answered for yourself

“Our fathers had the idea, yes”, he confessed

“And you agreed”, you continued

“Well, you can’t say no to the King”, he whispered

“Oh, right”, you mumbled, feeling your heart break a little. But he hugged you tightly again. 

“But deep inside I was jumping in joy”, he whispered, “after two years of not speaking to you because I believed you were betrothed to Cregan Stark, you came back to me”, his voice was sweet

“Is that why you started fucking my sister?”, you asked him, “because you thought I was already betrothed?”, there was an awkward silence

“Yes”

“Don’t lie”

“I’m not lying”, he said gently, “you were sixteen, and betrothed to the wolf”

“And Rhaenyra…?”, you encourage

“I don't think that denying a woman is a manly thing to do”, he said softly , “No matter how much I regret it”

“Do you regret it?”, you asked

“Being with her, yes”, you finally turn to look at him. “Because then I married you and I brought you so much pain”, in his eyes was truth 

“Why are you being so honest?”, you asked

“Because I don’t want to hurt you anymore, I don’t want to lose you”

“Have you ever been with her since you married me?”, you asked, this is it, the last truth, what you truly needed to know, “and that includes the time I left”

“I’ve never laid with her again, although…”, he closed his eyes in repentance 

“What?”, you asked, in panic 

“There was this one time in which she…”, he swallowed, hard, and you feared the worst

“Talk to me”, you pleaded

“Remember after you came back, it was your birthday…”

“Alright…”, you called

“Then Joanna came back, and the accident with her husband”, he continued 

“I remember”, yes when you had a man killed because he was abusing your friend. No regrets

“And at night, we had a small feast, just the family, you nodded, asking him to continue, “You went to bed early because you were tired, you were pregnant with the twins”

“Yes…”

“When I was walking back she grabbed me and cornered me in a room” 

“What?”, you asked, surprised

“She wanted me, she wanted me to give her another baby, and she kissed me”

“Did you kiss her back?”, you asked

“I refused her, gently, told her I loved you, and that I couldn’t be with her ever again”, Harwin was many things, but he wasn’t a great liar, “So she has hated me ever since” 

“What about Jacaerys?”, you asked

“He is my son”, he admitted, “I love him as much as I love our babies, and I missed him, deeply”, he concluded, “I wanted to see him, I wanted to make sure he was practicing properly…”

“I see”, you whispered

“I tried to stay away, but I can’t”, he admitted, opening his heart to you

“You will have to be more inconspicuous”, you warned

“Yes”

Harwin’s confession had turned your head into a spin, a deep spin of doubts and resentments and you spent the entire day evading everyone, even your children, to think… And you came to a conclusion… 

Where did your loyalties lie?

You asked yourself

With your husband? With Rhaenyra? with your family? The Crown? Your father?

Rhaenyra has been using you all this time, for her benefit, and in the meantime trying to fuck your own husband. Even though it was 16 years ago. 

You walked hastily towards your father’s chambers, it was already late so you were confident he was there, awake.

His guards barely had time to announce to you before you opened the doors widely, storming in. Your father, withered, tired, was sitting by the hearth, a blanket over your shoulders 

“Daughter”, he called

“I need to ask you something, and you will answer me with the truth”. You said firmly, he seemed startled, fighting for consciousness

“What is it?”, he asked

“Why did you marry me with Harwin, and not Cregan Stark?”, you asked

“It was 16 years ago!”, he said

“Answer me”, you demanded. Your father’s withered face looked at you, one of his eyes empty with sickness

“I didn’t want you to go live in the North”, he confessed, “you would have been alone in the other side of the World, far from your family”

“You made me marry my sister’s lover”, you accused

“And you had a beautiful family”, he defended

“You took my future away from me!”, you screamed 

“What are you talking about?” He said, “I gave you a future! A man that loves you, a home, five beautiful children!”

“It was not your decision to make!”

“But it was, I’m the King! and you are my daughter!”, the fight suddenly escalated, “I did what was best for everybody!”

“You let Rhaenyra choose, but not me, you used me to clean up her mess”

“I didn’t use you, it was what's best!”

“You did used me, and you and Rhaenyra still use me to this day 

“You are playing the part you are meant to play, of a Princess”, he said, “you are keeping the family together”

“Now you notice?”, you asked, sarcastically, “you are right I’M THE ONE WHO IS TRYING TO KEEP THIS FAMILY TOGETHER!, where is Rhaenyra now? I wonder, she has done nothing but break it, over and over!”

“I’ve always notice, since you came back, everything has been better”

“While Rhaenyra is living her quiet life in Dragonstone, and then she is going to live the life I’ve work so hard building for her”  

“What is it with you? Why now after all these years?”, he demanded, he seemed tired, “It’s because of the Starks” 

“Yes”, you admitted, “I discovered my father lied to me for 17 years” 

“I did because it was best, and I don’t regret it, even though you are so angry now” 

“You cursed us all”, you said bitterly, “I’m not your heir but Rhaenyra and you make me work like I am”

“Your family needs you”

“I needed you!”, you said, “I needed your support, your love, and you did nothing for me, you are not doing anything for me now! you made me take Rhaenyra’s place in your court of vipers, and still you are setting us all to fail!”

“Rhaenyra will be Queen, with you and your family by her side the transition was going to be smooth, and easy”, he said, confident

“We are all going to die”, you said, you walked away from him towards the exit, and you saw the Valyrian model, “you pinned us against each other, a war will break, and we are all going to die” 

“(Y/N), Don’t!”, he called, but your rage was such, you grabbed a model of a dragon and you threw it against the floor, and it broke into a thousand pieces. It was childish, but it was a message, you never realized that it was the figurine Alicent had fixed and gifted your father. 

And you exited your father’s chambers. It was already night, dark night, the castle was almost empty, so you went to the Godswood, wanting solitude, but of course, there was no such thing in the Red Keep. Because there you found Cregan Stark on the flesh

“The godswood is the only place that makes me feel safe here in the capital…”, he said, looking at you, but when he saw the tears in your eyes, he ran towards you, “are you alright?”, you shook your head

“No, Cregan, I discovered we had been robbed”, you whined 

“Don’t cry”, he consoled, surrounding you with his big arms

“I learned that my father refused yours, because he wanted to keep me here, I never knew you wanted to marry me”, you cried. 

 “We were robbed, my beautiful princess, we were robbed”, he said gently 

“Aren’t you angry?”, you asked

“I was, when your father refused us, but then I realized something…”

“What?”, you asked him

“Something you also need to realize, and you must understand”

“What is that?”, you cried into his chest.

“Our destinies were always intertwined, but never joined”, he said softly caressing your hair, “asking us what could have been is denying the last 18 years”, he said, “Although I’m sure you’d be the most beautiful bride, and mother if any children we may have had…”, he took a time, to gaze upon your eyes as you did his, “I’m sure you don’t regret it”, he said against your temple, “I know you love your children, I’m sure I love mine, and I wouldn’t had them any other way”, he say gently

“I know, you are right”, you said, finally separating and cleaning your tears

“And this love that didn’t flourish in this generation, might flourish in the next”, he whispered, “you son asking for my daughter’s favor, for example…”, he chuckled

“Seems us dragons have a certain… thing… for wolves, apparently”, you giggled 

“And believe me, it’s completely reciprocated”, he whispered. He leaned in, kissing you in the head, “ they found a bride for me”, he told you

“I wish you all the happiness in the world”, you answered. And he smiled warmly

“And to you, as well”, he said gently. But then, his face turned serious, “And I must warn you…”, he said, worried, “I have been approach by men at court, high ranking men at court, who would taste my allegiance”

“What do you mean? Allegiance?”, you asked, “towards what?”

“The male heir of the King”, he whispered, and you paled, “I left it clear that we bend the knee to Rhaenyra, and she was the rightful heir, and they didn’t like the answer”

“What happened?”

“Nothing, but, I saw it in their faces”, he said, “the Lannisters”

“Are you scared for your life?”, you asked, worried, “because I could…”

“No, but I’m scared for yours”, he said, “when the king passes, you are not going to be safe, it could mean war”, you nodded, “Rhaenyra against Aegon”

“I’m aware”, you said

“The plots against you both might be more advanced than you think, the Lannisters are a powerful family, more will follow them”, you nodded, “I want you to know, you have me, and the North behind you, don’t ever forget that”, he said. “for anything you may want or need, the North is yours”

“You mean, my sister’s”, you whispered

“Yours”, he sentenced, smiling softly, “I just needed you to know”

“Thank you Cregan, It means a lot”, he bowed his head

“Now… I believe that someone is waiting for you”, he looked above you and you followed his gaze and met Harwin, who was waiting for you at the entrance of the Godswood. You nodded your head towards Cregan, and walked towards Harwin. He waited for you with open arms and that sweetness in his eyes

The events of the week also brought back one of the most important allies of the crown, Lord Corlys, who sailed for King’s Landing from his home, completely recovered. 

And your father wanted to celebrate with a feast in the throne room. 

A huge feast for everyone in the castle, your friends, and your foes, all of you, in one room. Your closeness with Cregan had all the Lannisters in the room looking at you with scared eyes, and you looked back with defiance. You had the North. You had the Stark’s Alliance 

But it all exploded in one single moment. Your father had gone to bed for the night, and since the Ale and wine had flowed so freely, everything turned into a celebration. You were talking with Cregan, who was seated by his betrothed Alysanne Blackwood and you with Harwin. You really wanted to go to the North, perhaps see the wall and this was turning into just that… a tour… and Harwin even seemed positively delighted by the idea. 

You and the wolf sporadically looked towards your son, who was courting his daughter, Lady Sarra, who was a beautiful young woman, with pitch black hair, fine features and gray piercing eyes just like her father. And your son seemed so smitten, he even blushed when he was talking to her.

Alicent looked ghastly, as you were speaking to his father, and the rest of the family that made the trip from Oldtown. She always had this tragic look on her face. And in some faint moment you thought about how unhappy she must have been.

Your poor Aemma seemed positively unhappy, with big sad eyes, seated by Jacaerys, looking all the way over to the other side, where Aemond was talking to a Baratheon. not paying any mind to the young lady by his side. Baela. 

Daemon wanted to kill the one-eye prince. He, as you, didn’t want his daughter to marry Aemond, but your father was immovable, and they were both a year to be of age. So… 

You keep feeling Rhaenyra’s gaze in you, but for the very first time, you didn’t even bother to look at her. You were done, with her, with your father. You will, from now on, work on your own and your family’s benefit. For yours only.

Did you want the throne for yourself? No

Did you care? Yes. Even though Rhaenyra could fend for herself, since she was the one to inherit it, you will put her there, only to guarantee the safety of your family. If Rhaenyra was Queen, your family would be safe, if the hightowers took power. Nothing was guaranteed, you might stand Alicent, but you hated Otto as much as he hated you back. Aegon was a drunken fool, and Otto had him eating in the palm of his hand. He could manipulate him, you had seen it. And Alicent would sell you all for him, you also knew it. 

You even considered leaving for Harrenhal, but… your own children had begged you against it, Maekar had the city watch, Rhaegar was training to become a knight, officially, and Aemma wanted to stay with her family. Your smaller children didn’t have a vote, they were going to stay with you. So no, you wouldn’t be going back to the White hall. 

But you could find your own amusement here. 

Jacaerys was talking and laughing with Maekar, sharing anecdotes, of course they didn’t count on Jason’s Lannister big mouth.

“It's uncanny!”, he said, claiming the attention of all of them around them, “you two look like brothers”. The two boys seemed surprised, and even fearful 

“I don’t know what you mean”, said Maekar, tranquil, “were are cousins”

“Well I don’t know about that”. he said, “I heard Ser Harwin Strong feasted on both the realms delight’s, no need to hide it anymore”, he whispered, but Jace stood up, planting his hands on the table, getting the attention of everyone else

“I will not tolerate this!”, he muttered, raising from his seat

“Jace?”, called Rhaenyra, luckily she didn't hear. “What’s happening?”, but all hell broke loose.

“I will have your tongue!”, the boy threatened. Daemon had to stand up and put himself between Jason and Jace

“What’s happening?”, he asked 

“Lord Jason is drunk and doesn’t know what he speaks off”, said Jacaerys, “speaks dangerous and treasonous words”

“Don’t talk to me like that, boy”, mocked Jason

“You are speaking to the heir to the Iron Throne”, Intervened Rhaenyra

“Is he? the heir to the Iron Throne?”

“What you are saying is a vile accusation!”, Rhaenyra was the one to jump, “We could have your tongue for this!”

“Prince Daemon, take his head”, chanted another 

Soon everyone was standing and a huge argument ensued. Lord Jason Lannister came to the second plane as all members of the court started to scream profanities, this was a true circus, and in one second, all the masks fell down their faces. Especially Otto, since he smiled triumphantly. 

“Why would he? He only speaks the truth!”, one spoke, and since there was so many people in the feast, now it was impossible to find the source

“Harwin”, you called, and he looked at you, “leave, now, to the small council chambers behind the throne”, a door that was just behind you. And he doubted

“No”, he said gently, “I have to own up for what I did”, he said firmly

“This could end badly”, you whispered

“If they harm Jace or our children I would never forgive myself” 

“The King will hear of this”, accused Rhaenyra. you looked over to Alicent and she seemed like she was about to cry, nevertheless, she didn’t do anything to stop it. One phrase of a drunk man and Rhaenyra’s claim was collapsing around her

Rhaenyra looked at you, looking for support, but you just sat there, looking back at her. Raising one of your eyebrows

Oh how the mighty have fallen. 

You saw panic in her eyes, a clear symbol that she didn't know what to do. But you were done trying to save everyone, she could fend for herself, if she wanted the throne, she would have to fight for it. She could see for herself all the things you had to fight since the day she got back to court.

In a corner, Larys was smiling, a small vial in his hand, it wasn’t poison, not deadly, but it was derived from milk of the poppy which would loosen the tongue and worsen the drunkenness. Maybe they would have Jason Lannister’s tongue, but they still had Tyland, who was the member of the small council

“Lord Jason you are making serious accusations”, Alicent finds her voice to say. “Do you have anything to back up your claim?”

“Of course I have them!”, he laughed, “look at him!” 

“This isn’t an audience!”, fought Rhaenyra. “This is treachery!”

“I concur”

“Yeah, off with his head!”. You finished in one long sip the rest of your cup of wine. The last bitter days are taking a toll on you. Finding out the truth, mourning what could have been your life, realizing your father and sister had been using you. And now this.

You saw Aemond walking into the other side of the room, grabbing Aemma gently placing her behind him, when people started pushing each other, you knew it was going to come to blows. Maekar was right next to Jacaerys, and he was the eye of the fucking hurricane. Rhaegar was doing the same as Aemond, he took lady Sarra’s hand and led her to your table, where her father received her. 

And then the white cloaks. The Knights that only obeyed the authority of the King entered, five of them, you guessed the other two where protecting the King. And stood in front of Jacaerys and Lucerys. You found Steffon and he nodded at you, letting you know it was his idea

“Due to the nature of the festivities we will give you a chance to apologize before we lock you in the cells and execute you for treason”, warned Steffon. 

“You are talking to the Warden of the West”, Jason clamined, “the head of House Lannister!”

“A cunt!”, screamed one. And then came the blows. Of course the white cloaks didn’t even draw their swords, but one squire of the house of the lions received a nasty blow from an Arryn boy. 

And when it was getting truly out of control. You decided to act. You just stood up from the table slowly, making the heavy wooden chair resound against the stone tiles of the throne room, and everything seemed to stop. And when they looked at the high table, they saw you, dressed in a blood red dress, with Lord Cregan Stark and his family, and the Prince of Dorne who had been also invited to the celebrations. 

“Unless you want to be treated as a traitor I suggest you shut your mouth Lord Jason, only the Gods know how insufferable you result in all of our minds, and also everyone knows you had extended your stay in this court more than anyone can stand you”, everyone laughed, “so shut your wine poisoned tongue before you lose it, I’m sure you are aware of what happened to Lord Vaemond, of course, he got to keep his''. And the Lannister was red with courage and embarrassment. He dramatically accommodated his cape. “Ser Steffon, escort Lord Jason out of the Keep please”

“It will be my pleasure”, he said, and he roughly grabbed Lord Jason and took him out. And everyone applauded. Yes, distracting everyone by offending and humiliating the culprit wasn’t the best of plans, especially if it was a Lannister, but it worked nonetheless. 

“You saved your family, but gained a powerful enemy”, whispered Cregan

“Just one normal day at court”, you whispered back, “they were already my enemies, just now they are so publicly”

And Rhaenyra looked at you with an amazed look on his face, everyone looked at you then in the same manner

So the next day, when you send off personally your friends from the North, your almost husband Ser Cregan and their families, and the Prince of Dorne. In their mouths were promises of aiding in everything you needed, and in your eyes there was the promise that one day you will ask them for the highest of sacrifices. 

The next day, your father call you inside his chambers, he had used this last days to think, and he called for you

“I was selfish”, he confessed, “I wanted you to stay in King's Landing, and when I saw the need to take Harwin away from Rhaenyra I used you to do it, because I remembered how fond you were of him”, you swallow the tears that wanted to come out, “you blossomed in here, you are a smart, powerful woman, with allies, and good judgment, in your own right, but I took a choice from you and for that I am truly sorry”.

“Father…”

“I am”, he said, “I am dying, and I don’t want to leave this world thinking that you are mad at me”, he whispered. And a single tear fell down your eye, “everything good that this family has it’s been thanks to you”

“I doubt that”, you whispered

“It’s true, you had even made Alicent happy, a feat I thought that no one could achieve”, you giggled. He then, slowly placed his hand on your cheek. “My two daughters”, he whispered. 

“Defend us father”, you pleaded, “the vultures are circling”

“I will”, he whispered, “I will” 

more notes: quoting pirates of the caribbean for the win.

Don’t hate me, please, but this is after all a Harwin x reader story. Cregan is amazing, but he is a Stark, and at that time they kept their oaths (I’m talking to you… Sansa), so he would never confuse the reader, who is married. I know you all wanted him instead of Harwin, but we are going to need both...

They can be dear friends though… Please, don’t hate me, we have a long road ahead, a bloody one. And Cregan Stark IS COMING BACK

Now if you excuse me... I'm going to go hide in a ditch or sm

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[bradshawsbaby]

For your 🌶️ blurbs…

How about when Mrs Bradshaw and Bradley are trying to conceive and she tells him when she’s ovulating and he’s like yes ma’am right away. Doesn’t matter where they are. The hard deck, she shows up at his work to surprise him, grocery shopping - in the back of the bronco, during dogfight football. I can just imagine a

“Bradley! It’s happening now!”

“Yes dear right away!” And drops whatever he is doing to go get her pregnant

Ahaha, yes! Especially in the beginning, when they were trying to get pregnant the first time! Mrs. B was all about tracking her ovulation 😂

How about a little visit to Bradley at work while he’s on his lunch break? 😉 18+ content below the cut!

“Rooster, look who came to surprise you,” Phoenix grinned as you followed behind her into the recreation room on base, where the rest of the Dagger Squad was relaxing and hanging out on their lunch break.

“Honey! What are you doing here?” Bradley exclaimed, brightening immediately as soon as he set his eyes on you, and hurrying over to wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss in greeting.

“You forgot your lunch,” you replied innocently, offering up the small bag that you held in your hands.

Bradley’s brow crinkled in confusion, thinking of the lunch you’d packed for him that morning, the one that was currently sitting in the back of the fridge at the other end of the room. “My lunch?” At your pointed look, his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, my lunch! Thanks, baby,” he said, taking the bag from you. “Hey, since you came all the way here, let me show you around a little bit,” he added quickly, despite the fact that you’d been to North Island plenty of times.

Ignoring your friends’ knowing looks, the two of you hurried out of the rec room and somehow stumbled your way to a supply closet, tearing each other’s clothes off in record time.

“Here’s hoping no one remembers that I brought my lunch with me this morning,” he teased quietly as he slid inside you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you up against the wall.

You moaned softly against your husband’s lips, burying your fingers in his hair as your hips began rolling in rhythm with his. “If anyone says anything, just tell them that your wife needed you for a very time-sensitive matter,” you giggled.

Bradley chuckled breathlessly, groaning against your neck as he felt you squeezing him with each thrust. “Oh, honey,” he whispered, his lips ghosting across your collarbone. “This is it. This time, I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he moaned, his thick, calloused fingers digging into your hips.

Unable to form a coherent thought, you merely nodded, clinging to him as the two of you reached a sloppy finish, Bradley spilling his seed deep inside you.

A few moments later, as your husband finished helping you get dressed and clean yourself up, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I love you, honey.” Winking cheekily, he added, “Thanks for lunch.”

[sadistic-kiss]

Do you have any advice for writing a smut scene?

Ooo~ I just started typing on my own in like august so I don’t think I’m a professional but I can kind of tell you what I do personally.

For starters I like to set… the mood. Like as if I’m seducing myself lol. I know that sounds crazy but hear me out. You want to get your mind in the right zone. What characters are you writing for? When I write smut for sukuna I listen to sleep token. For some reason it gives me a sukuna vibe. Sexy rock. For toji I play some daddy sounding slower songs like baby I’m yours because I want to be his precious little princess 👑. What kind of smut scene is it? Teasing? Sweet? Hot? Set that mood. My music taste may not be the same as yours. But finding a song that makes you think of the character or the smut is almost a must for me. Hell I saw an edit the other day and immediately flipped open my laptop to type ���. Anyways~I think it’s important to not know just the characters but also yourself.

Write what you like. Writing for others seems a bit weird to me. I write stuff I want to read. I write stuff that I like. If someone asked me to write about a kink I don’t like it would be hard for me since I don’t know the appeal.

For instance, I have this weird ass kink where it turns me on when men do their girls makeup. So I will put these little weird kinks in my stories and maybe someone else will like it or come to like it.

I feel like you have to do the same for your smut. What turns you on? Use your five sense. Taste. Touch. Smell. Sound. See.

What turns you on about the character you are writing for? What do you like when you look at him? His muscles? The way he runs his fingers through his hair? What about the way he smells? His cologne? or the way he taste on your lips. Which brings me to my next topic, I also have a deep fetish for guys that enjoy oral pleasure. Like when they eat a girl out in such a sloppy messy way and seriously enjoy it like it taste good. Wanting more, and wanting to make me cum. Wanting to control and dominate me in the best ways possible.

So after you get those mental images and set the mood now it’s time to type it out. Goooo slooooow. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine I am the character getting seduced or I am the character seducing. If I were seducing myself, how would I do it? Where do I like to be touched? What do I like? And when I think of myself in their eyes how do I want to be seen? Cute hot Submissive and breedable 😌✨. That’s why all my reader characters turn out submissive because I’m a sub at heart. I’m sure a lot of the dommy mommies hate my stories 🥲 I’m so sorry.

The next step is to use words that sound good to your ears. Like you don’t want to put, “He touched his pee pee.” That sounds silly. You want to put words like “cock” or “pussy”. These are the dirty words. Use DIRTY WORDS. So filthy it makes your mother want to wash your mouth out with soap.

And when you can’t find another word use a thesaurus. It is your best friend. You don’t want to keep repeating the same words over and over again so you should try to find other ways to say them or find creative ways to describe it.

Like instead of…

“He slid his hand between your thighs to touch your panties…”

You could say,

“His fingers found their way underneath your skirt, teasing you through the thin fabric that cling to your wet cunt.”

Once you are done writing your smut you want to go back over it and read it again and again. Super slow! Make sure it flows nicely and it doesn’t jump from he took off her clothes to the penis was in her hole bam bam done. The actual penetration is sometimes not even the best part. Sometimes It’s the journey.

You are seducing your audience. You want to reel them in and give them a good time. Not too fast and not too slow.

So when you read smut or watch smut or I dunno do the smut *Immature giggle* 🌚🌝, look for things that… well- TURN YOU ON! And keep a note of that. I got turned on the other day on a date with this guy, from his nice smelling cologne, to the way he cocked his eyebrow at me to the way he told me no when I tried to pull out my card to pay and when he opened my door for me and helped me out of the car then said have a goodnight sweetheart giving me a kiss on my cheek. Like I was ready to combust and we didn’t even have sex! Like the whole event was such a magical moment! You want to portray that feeling! The feeling of magic! Exaggerate it! Tell me the cock is so good it makes my toes curl and my body tremble 😂

On the flip side, take a mental note of what you don’t like. And be sure to don’t add that in unless you want to create an awkward moment I dunno lol. It’s your fetish maybe you are into that , and by the wise words of Gojo Satoru (in all the stories I write) we don’t kink shame 😌✨

I read a lot of fanfic some good some not so good. Bad grammar is one of the bad ones. I can be so involved in a story and then some messed up grammar can take me out of the mood completely. Or it can be too choppy and quick. You want everything to flow like the ocean. From start to finish. You should be able to read the smut without being taken out of it. You want your readers to escape into the smut. Make it delicious.

Bottom line is, be creative ✨ be dirty 🧼 but most importantly have fun with it 🖤

Annnnd~ if you want to send me your smut I can give it a read for you and try to help as best as I can. I love smut so no I don’t mind reading it 😊

[nerdyenby]

Pink time :D I’m watching Grian

Pregame

Instantly losing my mind /pos

The arm wiggle looks like his mouth opening lol

“This music is relatively annoying isn’t it?” I love Grian so much you guys

MCC Grian is a mess and I love that for him

I am so excited for this team, you guys don’t understand

Bingo But Fast

“Wait, this is real” Jojo 😭

Jojo is so confused lol, it’s okay queen you got this

I’m already confused on who I’m watching, I’ve watched both Jojo and Shelby’s streams the past couple weeks lol

The way none of them noticed the elytra

WHY IS IT ACE RACE MUSIC??!!?! IM STRESSED!! I didn’t even realize the first time round lol

Jojo just saying fuck under her breath repeatedly when half the team is pg is so silly of her

They’re all kinda in their own heads but that’ll get better as they find their flow

Grian sassing chat AS HE SHOULD

“How long til bingo again?” Life really is just a period of waiting between rounds of bingo, Lizzie’s right

“I wouldn’t count on anything being normal” Real and true Shelby

Battle Box

“You should crouch down so I can get on one shoulder, Lizzie can get on the other shoulder, then Shelby can jump on your back and you can just carry us, yeah?” So true Grian

“What if we die before that happens? Well, then we’d be dead” Lizzie my beloved

Lizzie catching that picks are better than the carrots is such a good call

Aw Lizzie just got absolutely mobbed

Eat the carrot, let the impulsive thoughts win

“I think people are targeting me” “I also suffer from success”

Comms are a bit sloppy but I believe

“A win is a win” Lizzie is so real today

MCC itself has a grudge against Lizzie, this is so sad

Hole in the Wall

“I’m ready to start playing better” You got this Jojo!!

A bit off topic but I think the MCC team did a phenomenal job balancing how much players knew before the event and how much was a surprise, there’s enough of both that it’s chaotic without being overly confusing and I think the did a great job

Bill Wurtz fan club over here :))

“I just got flung and I’m not sure I deserved it” snarky Grian is best Grian

“When you said ‘off the edge’ I took that literally” Lizzie my beloved <333

Jojo’s calls are ELITE

Survival Games

I was just vibing tbh

Oh my gosh that was so intense when the border stopped one block away

Lizzie hiding in the corner and winning, queen moves only

“I think you just got scuffed” so true Grian

“I can’t tell what’s intentionally scuffed or just wasn’t thought about” that’s the magic of MCC scuffed

If you don’t know, Grian and his community have been funding a school in Ghana during every event he’s participated in and it’s absolutely incredible, go check it out and donate if you’re able :))

TGTTOSAWAF

None of them actually taking a break is so them

Lizzie going to check in on Joel is so sweet

Jojo apolozing to Ranboo <3

Literally what killed Grian lol

Sands of Time

Sand daddy Shelby <333

Jojo taking charge AS SHE SHOULD!!!

The absolute PANIC of the false chimes 😭

“I’m never going down a tunnel ever again” Lizzie 😂

Grian mvp :))

The countdown starting and Shelby just saying “ignore that” is the level of confidence I need in my life

I didn’t even see the wardens the first time round, that’s terrifying

Wait when did the get green vault? Like I heard Lizzie found the key but I just didn’t notice them actually unlocking it lol

Big Sales at Build Mart

Shelby saying fuck with her entire chest is everything actually

Remember when she was a regular on a Disney show? Now she’s dropping f-bombs on pg streams, and I love that for her

“Where’s- Oreo??” Real

It IS in color Grian 😭

They popped off :))

Skyblockle

None of them even remembering skyblockle is so funny actually, skybattle is just infinitely better and more memorable

Grian just crying when Shelby says to bridge with slabs

“I’d rather poo in my hands and clap” GRIAN

“Anyone else just wanna jump off” Lizzie no

Yeah just build a house actually, you got time lol

Grian crafting a fishing rod, you got this king

He did not, in fact, got this

Shelby being so proud of/excited for Oli is everything

He DID crash and burn, I didn’t even realize 😂

Dodgebolt

Everyone’s still confused, just as it should be in MCC Scuffed

Oh yeah, it would be the first 1v4!!

“That’s my man” Lizzie and Joel are everything

Joel not getting the 1v4 and Lizzie’s “I still love him” “That’s good because if that did it for ya”

A win for the empires team is a win for all empires peeps, so true

The chicken infection was to torment Grian specifically, actually

[justpinmeagainstawall]

Do you get any personal satisfaction from sucking a dick? Like is that something you personally enjoy? Do you ever yearn to suck? Or is sucking dick for you just something you’d do because you knew your partner enjoyed it, and not because it’s something you particularly enjoy? I’m always fascinated to see different women’s view on this.

-P

I love giving head 🥺 Its something I genuinely enjoy doing and feel really really really high doing. There’s something really special about giving someone that kind of pleasure. I do think it’s satisfying but I always crave it. Its like how else can I make you cum? I wanna see all the faces and reactions you have when you cum. I get wet and turned on doing it. I like the idea of having that bit of ability - that I can give pleasure and can make you feel it. Deep throating especially or having my mouth be for free use. My favourite part is being able to make the person cum uncontrollably and not stopping 😇 just sucking over and over until its too much. Until they can’t take it..Or just having the person take and shove their dick deep into my throat without permission and not stop until I can’t breathe…I love not being in control. I love swallowing their cum..everything a sloppy mess. I love that too - looking like a mess and tears running down, my thighs are sweaty and my knees hurt and my jaw aching and having the mess I made be rubbed all over me. Its insanely disgusting and I think looking back I cringe a tiny bit because??? Who am I in that moment 😂😂 but 🥺😗 I do love it 👉🏻👈🏻

[sugarlesswriting]

Thanks for tagging me @the-type-a :)

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos? 

No tattoos and even though I think they’re pretty I would never get one, I’m to much of a baby when it comes to pain lol

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Pink or anything pastel

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

Spaghetti and crab meat, we out to eat with friends and since it was pay day I decided to treat myself.

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

9:21 pm, ready for bed so tired

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Scorpio

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

I never really thought about it, I mean Irish and Scottish is pretty hot I guess

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

Yes, two are from surgery on my foot and on my back. I have a scar on my hand that I don’t know how I got it. And a long scar on my arm and a small one on my upper lip from my cat using my body as a baseboard to jump in the window (thanks Huntress)

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

INFP

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

I’m listing my top 5 in no particular order, Balto, An American Tail, Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, Coco and Cinderella

📺 - Favourite show?

I have several: Psych, The Venture Bros., Community, Modern Family, Happy Endings, and King of the Hill, probs more but these are just my current rotations of shows at the moment lol.

😂 - Are you ticklish?

No

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

Yes, but I just need to find the poor soul that can deal with my annoying ass  🤪

😳 - Do you like your name?

Yes

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

Grey

🤓 - How did you get your name?

My dad promised his dying friend to name his son after him but got me instead lol.

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

Was in school a bit longer than I needed to be so I graduated in 2020, didn’t have a graduation, but I wouldn’t have gone anyways - too boring lol. Got to keep my cap and gown though!

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Got my ears pierced when I was 11, but the holes covered up because I never wore earrings once I got to high school. Now I want to get them repierced.

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

If I was pretentious or a main character in a YA novel I’d say icy blue

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

Keep it down, besides I can’t do anything with it because the humidity is where good hairstyles go to die.

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

Yes? I mean a few times but never enough to get drunk like a shot here and there.

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Yes. I never drink but one time, like 6 months after we turned 21, Hannah and I went to a friends place for a small party and I got drunk on this vodka lemonade our friends then boyfriend now husband made. I started to finish off other’s drinks that didn’t want them and I got a little sloppy lol. Her boyfriend asked if I was okay and I just said, ‘I’m good, I know what’s going on around me.’ To which he went to go find Hannah because I couldn’t stand up. The other time was this year at a friend's Christmas party and I got a little tipsy and that’s when I found out that I talk in third person. ‘Carley’s a little tipsy teehee.’ ‘ Carley’s hungry.’ Again a mess lol.

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

I got two, one’s heights, can’t even watch a movie that deals with heights I get dizzy. Second is the dark, my anxiety plays with my mind too much lol.

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Too cold, I live in the South so it’s always hot as balls here so of course I’d want to be cold. It’s not like I can take off my skin!

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Cloudy and chilly. We only get like three weeks of that weather though.

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Aesthetically? Fall. Temperature? Winter. 

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

Arctic Fox, they’re just so cute 🥺

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

Yes, the little boobie Huntress

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Like 20 hours I think? But I like to sleep so it rarely happens.

🎨 - Any hobbies?

I like to write, cook and bake. Cooking and baking calms me lol. Also collecting clocks and old cookbooks. 

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

Probably Ireland or Scotland, I want to visit their historical sites

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Probably youtube because I have several tabs open, one for songs for this book, one for songs for that book, and funny videos.

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

Reddit, sorry Tumblr girlies but Momma likes to read HobbyDrama and her other niche interests.

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

I’mma cheat and say Suburbia. Cities too loud but the country is too quiet. See, someone from the city would say that where I live is country to them but you don’t know what country is until you get out of cell service and the only source of entertainment is going from Sonic to the Dairy Queen and there’s a Walmart 45 minutes away. 😂

[to-a-merrier-world]

What about reylo

While it’s kinda my notp, I’m curious as to your thoughts/bingo card on it

ooo, interesting! i was in the fandom back when TFA first came out and reylo was the Most Hated Ship (and i’m a big enough person to admit i probably ragged on it as well at the time). but i’ve kinda changed my mind on it… ish? so, my feelings towards the ship are entirely wrapped up in my feelings towards the trilogy itself—mostly, i think both were a bit of a mess when it comes to canon. i think a enemies to lovers, villain redemption story could have worked for rey and kylo, but the execution we got left A LOT to be desired, at least for me. (especially when it comes to kylo, i have so many issues with his execution lmao) as canon stands, if they hadn’t had them kiss, i honestly probably would have liked reylo more—but the contrarian in me is bitter at the sloppy romance we got, so it kinda taints the ship for me haha.

in general, i don’t read much for het-ships. i’ll read the occasional m/f ship, but often they’re also trans fics, so still very queer haha. for whatever reason, i tend to enjoy het romance more in original fiction than fanfiction. but i could’ve gotten behind an enemies to lovers sith/jedi storyline if only they’d done it better😂

send me a ship to play bingo!

[trashinaglass-archive]

Stunt Job

Timothee&y/n and Tom&Z are both pr couples when they’re actually dating the other person in the stunt couple

A/n: The summary sucks, but hopefully y’all get what I’m putting down. My friend and I were talking about Tom and Z possibly being a pr couple (pls don’t @ me, it’s not that deep in this house, we’re just obsessed with celeb stuff, I promise😅) and this came to mind and I just thought it could be fun, so yeah.

I think this might be the longest thing I’ve ever written. And it kind of gets sloppy at the end. Sorry, but like at the same time, please enjoy.

The idea was presented before Dune started filming. It was a genius idea, you couldn’t lie. The four of you were great friends already, having a tangled web of connections. Tom and Zendaya in Spiderman. Zendaya and Timothee in Dune. Timothee and you in Little Women. You and Zendaya in Euphoria. It felt like you saw them more than anyone else in your life. It was only a matter of time before someone started catching feelings, and fortunately, it all worked out perfectly.

Tom made the first move, asking you to join him for dinner one night while filming Cherry. It was extremely awkward at first. You had done this hundreds of times as friends, but something about the word date made you both act like fools. But you eventually found your groove, and your relationship has only gotten better. Sometime along the way, Timothee and Z followed suit; their first date being an at-home picnic, bingeing as many Harry Potter movies they could fit in.

It was a genius idea. Although it did worry you a bit in the beginning, it quickly became a challenge between the four of you.

Who could make the fans swoon the most.

It was currently the night of the Oscars. You and Tim were at the hotel getting ready for the night while Tom and Z were at another hotel. You were texting your mom, letting her know how everything was going when you noticed a text from Tom.

“Did you see the post😂”

Oh god, you think with a sigh. You close the app without replying and open instagram. You didn’t even have to search for his account, it was the first one to pop up. It was a black and white photo of Zendaya sitting in the chair, makeup already done and two people beginning to work on her hair as they laughed along with her over something. The caption simply said wow.

You rolled your eyes, smirking as you already began to think of a picture to one-up theirs. You opened back the messaging app and replied with a picture of yourself. It was the complete opposite of Z; your hair in rollers, no makeup with a few pimple patches still on and masks under your eyes.

“Definitely talking about me, right”

You giggled to yourself at your own joke watching as he typed and sent, “of course❤️”

“Did you see Tom’s post?” Tim asked as he walked over to where you were set up.

“Yeah, he just text me about it,” you let him know. “But mine’s gonna be cuter.” You smiled confidently, throwing your eye masks off as your makeup artist tells you she’s ready to start.

. . .

The beading of the outfit was rough against your skin as you ran your hands down it. You walked over to where Timothee stood in front of the mirror, posing back to back as if it was planned. “Best dressed of the night,” he smirked, turning to face you.

“For sure,” you replied with a breathy laugh. You did the handshake you had made up forever ago. “Oh, let’s do a selfie.” You moved him to stand behind you as you leaned your body against his, his arm wrapping around the front of your neck and grabbing the opposite shoulder. You angled your head slightly toward his and made a kissy face as he looked at you and simply smiled. “Perfect.”

. . .

People say the night was a blur so much, it almost seems cliche, but honestly.

The night was a blur.

Walking the red carpet was always a frenzy, but it was also so fun. The two of you “bumped” into Tom and Zendaya, having the opportunity to take a mental break and just have a fun, albeit quick, chat. You couldn’t stop complimenting Z. She always had the most gorgeous red carpet looks, and tonight was no exception. Tom gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, making sure to let you know how beautiful he thought you looked.

“Therefore I have worth,” you teased, making Zendaya burst into laughter followed by Timothee. Tom rolled his eyes, used to the references from his own movies by now. “You look great, too, gorg.” You noticed people calling for you and Tim. He nodded his head, acknowledging them before looking back toward the rest of you. You said quick goodbyes, reminding them to meet in your room tonight after everything was over, and continued on your separate ways.

You posed for the cameras, separately at first. You nodded a short smile at the cameras before backing away, making your way closer to Tim but not yet making your presence known to him. You watched him, admiring the boy in front of you, while trying to hide laughs at how easily your strategy worked. You couldn’t wait to see how the pictures turned out. Someone finally called your name, causing Timothee to turn around to see you behind him. He laughed gently, “didn’t know you were there. Sorry.” He offered his hand for you as you smiled.

“No worries,” You said softly as you took his hand, moving to stand next to him. You went for the simple arms linked behind the back while your hand was in your pocket and leaning your head against him with a soft smile before changing slightly, your hand against his abdomen. “I can’t think of anything else,” your whispered, smiling brightly up at him. You saw what must’ve been a light bulb go off in his eyes because he was moving almost instantly.

“Let’s do the prom pose.” He moved the stand behind you, with your bodies angled slightly, his hands wrapped around your waist and holding your own. You couldn’t help but laugh, making it a little more dramatic than necessary, leaning your head back to look at him. A few more poses were done before his agent told him they needed to head inside.

The show, unlike the red carpet, seemed to drag on for so long. Clapping every few minutes for a new celebrity as well as smiling constantly in case a camera landed on you, it got old pretty quick. You were practically counting down the minutes until it was over.

The show went on for hours. You could tell everyone else was just as ready to leave as you were. Sighs and watches being checked happened every few minutes now. It was almost comical. Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer before the hosts were coming back out to wrap up the show. Everyone dispersed, stopping to congratulate winners, and made their way to whatever after party they were invited to.

It was such a difference from the show. People talking over loud music as they danced and drank whatever they could get their hands on. The two of you stayed for a few drinks, but left pretty early, preferring to spend time with your people rather than some people you probably won’t see for another year. You left hand in hand, Tim’s coat across your shoulders to shield you from the cold as you head for the hotel, opting to walk as it wasn’t too far away.

The woman at the desk greeted you both as you walked in. You smiled to her as Timothee responded and made your way to the elevator. Taking his coat off your shoulders, you hand it back to him, laughing as he told you about something Benedict had said to him as they were backstage at the show. Once you reached the room, you made a beeline for the bathroom. Taking off the makeup, pulling pins from your hair, and removing the now itchy clothing, opting for the biggest t-shirt you had packed. It was such a relief to be in comfy clothes after so long.

You sat on one of the beds as you wait for the other two to show up. Pulling out your phone, you look up photos from tonight. There were so many to chose from. The one being shared the most was of Timothee standing by himself, one hand in his pocket, but facing you, stood behind him with a soft smile, your hand in his extended one.

They’re so cute

I want what they have

Y/n looks so shy and he’s so sweet with her😭

The comments and photos kept rolling in. You opened instagram, adding the photo of the prom pose first and then your selfie from earlier.

Who needs an Oscar when you can have a Timothee😍

Right as you click post, a knock sounded at the door. Timothee got up to let the other two in. Tom loudly announced his presence as he walked through the door, wasting no time to walk over to where he saw you leaning against the pillows. He opened his arms like he was gonna lean in for a hug, but instead flopped down right on top of your body, causing you to groan at his sudden weight. “I missed you,” he said in a softer sing-songy voice.

You laughed at him, “how much alcohol did you have?”

“Not much,” he shrugged, his head cozy in your neck.

“That’s a lie!” Zendaya shouted, in the midst of removing her own makeup. “He had at least eight beers.”

“That’s not a lot!” He shouted back, sounding defensive. “I am an Englishman. I know how to hold my alcohol.” Zendaya shot back a sarcastic okay before going back to the bathroom. “Did you have a good day?” Tom whispered, looking up at you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded your head, whispering a quiet yeah.

“Yeah?” Tom repeated, moving so his face was aligned with yours. “You looked beautiful tonight.”

“I just wish I got to go with you,” you sighed, moving your chin so that your nose bumped against his. He gave a soft smile, leaning down to plant his lips on yours for a short kiss, in a silent apology.

“I’m here now,” he offered.

“Yeah, me too,” Timothee spoke from the couch across the room, reminding you of his presence. “Y’all need some drinks, condoms? What’s that Mean Girls quote?”

You breathed out a laugh. “You should go check on Zendaya. Show her how the shower works or something.”

His eyes lit up. “That is a great idea,” he said as he stood up swiftly, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

You both chuckled at his reaction. “At least your fake date is a guy that has to be told if it’s okay fuck or not,” Tom joked.

“At least he respects her personal space,” you joked back. “You’ve been up in mine from the moment you walked through the door.”

“Oh, so you want me to leave?” He asked with a smirk as he began to stand up.

“No!” You whined, grabbing his collar to close the distance between your bodies again so that you were chest to chest. “This is perfect.”

He smiled against your lips. “Perfect,” he said simply, pressing his lips to yours once more as hands began to wander.

You ran you hands up and into his hair, gripping it before pulling away slightly. “Did you see my post?” You whispered, not able to help yourself.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tom breathed out a laugh making you laugh out loud.