#btw anyone else's replies not working?

[oifaaa]

Hey, so I could get in so much trouble for this, because the guy who told me this BROKE AN NDA on accident, but I was at a conference today on comic writing, and one of our speakers is a major Damian Wayne writer, and he informed us that HE WAS CALLED IN TO CONSULT ON THE NEW SUPERMAN MOVIE BECAUSE DAMIAN IS ABOUT TO BE CAST FOR THAT MOVIE

I swear to fucking god that this is true, the only reason I'm not posting it myself if because I have no followers and no one would see. The staff at the conference actually had to go around and confiscated our phones to delete the video footage of his talk to try and stop this from leaking.

Please spread the word! I know this sound like spam or a lie, but its real!!!!

God I know I'm gonna sound really rude rn which I really am sorry about i don't mean anything mean about it I just man is this not really interesting to me I've not been keeping up with casting at all for the new superman or the new dcu bc like I just can't bring myself to care and we already knew damian was gonna be the robin in these movies which not hyped about (who's ready to see talia get bastardised on the big screen with a white damian) but also yeah we know damian was coming so obvious they'd be casting him

[crossbackpoke-check]

about to be sooo nosy so. my apologies. but. morgan frost? girlfriend? do share (or don’t! again this is so nosy i’m sorry)

for legal purposes i can neither confirm nor deny anything about morgan and his girlfriend but afaik i think he’s single right now? at one point (within the past four years 😭) he did for sure have a girlfriend and that is the extent of my wag knowledge

[lannisterdaddyissues]

MAR MALEWIFEBILLCAGE HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWS??? According to IMDB there are rumors that TC will appear as Cage in a follow up movie to Edge of Tomorrow?????????

MY DEAR FELLOW I HAVE INDEED HEARD THE NEWS!!!!!!!!! unfortunately these rumors have been floating around for ages i think and i don't know how likely it is that they won't fall through 😭😭 i know tc and mcq really want to do it and emily blunt said they had an amazing script but like. i really can't imagine how they could improve upon the first film and i have my reservations about a sequel 😭 i don't really think the film NEEDS one but. if the script is as good as they all say it is. and if there's a chance to see my failwife on screen again. i will milk christopher mcquarrie for all he is worth. give him back to me GIVE HIM BACK

[stellar-haikyuu]

Helloooo Stellar! Long time no talk (I think it's been a long time... tbh I have no sense of time)

It's so cool you're a Language pathology intern 🥹 I might need you because I struggle to talk to hshshs

I'm curious, what made you choose that field of work? I think it's quite a rarity to stumble upon someone with your kind of work! 😊

hiiii that's so sweet! don't worry about taking your time, life can get hectic and such (and i tend to be time-blind too hahaha)

a lot of my relatives and family friends work in healthcare (doctors, nurses, occupational therapists, physical therapists). my parents work with children with disabilities, so my exposure began with them.

after i graduate this year and take the licensure examinations, i will be the first speech-language pathologist in the family! although, i'm also considering pursuing medicine too (good luck to me HAHAHA), specifically developmental pediatrics!

despite the external influence, i still chose my field of work because it matches a lot of my academic interests! linguistics and human sciences put into one? suuuper cool; the topics were a blast to learn.

but most importantly, the demand for slp services in the philippines is incredibly high. we are a very young profession and have only 4 universities that offer the course. about ~120 students graduate per year, which is still not enough. patient waitlists are incredibly long, so it can take months or even years to get an appointment/slot.

so all in all, choosing this profession ties into my wish to advocate for people with disabilities; i am all for inclusion, accessibility, and improving everyone's quality of life. i got to experience various fulfilling moments over the last few months, so i definitely don't regret choosing to be an slp!

do feel free to message me about your personal speech/language concerns! i'd love to help you the best way i can ♡

[runeyseason]

hello! i saw your ad while lurking around tumblr and just wanted to know more about your group and how it works! I’ve never written on a forum before, so I’m a little unsure of how it works

Hi! :D thank you for your interest in Runey Season!

i'd be happy to explain how forum RP works :] or at least how it works for us! Let me put this under a readmore since I'd like to make it a full walkthrough on how the forum works from start to finish with picture examples.

STEP 1: SETUP.

This involves signing up with us by reserving a character you're interested in through sending an ask to the blog here! (For existing members looking to multimuse, I also accept DMs on the forum & Discord messages from people in the Optional Server.)

Once a character is reserved, then you make an account on the forum.

That's through the "Register" button on the top bar!

This requires:

An email address

A password

A name (this will be your character's name!)

A birthday (preferably, your character's birthday so that it shows up on our event calendar!)

It also asks for a username! Plenty of members just use their character name, some (our Kyle, Arthur, Felicity, & Lynette) used their tumblr URLs, some people think something up (ex. princesspoint for Frey, clumsymaidenofmusic for Lily)... It doesn't matter what you put! The username is pretty much solely used for tagging purposes.

Once you're signed up, I'll get a notification that we have a new member pending approval! Once I see who it is, I'll approve you for posting right away; this is just in place to prevent botting, since I've seen forums with open member / posting freedom get overrun by bots. </3

STEP 2: SETUP AGAIN (ON THE FORUM THIS TIME)

Once your account is approved & you're allowed into your account, you'll have access to your profile! This is accessible from the button second to the right on the top bar.

The "Edit Profile" menu has several tab options, with the most important ones being "Avatar," "Personal," & "Privacy." (Some of the tabs shown below are likely unavailable to non-me members, as this is an admin account.)

The "Avatar" tab lets you change your profile picture! As you can see, Admin Wooly's is currently the piece I drew for the group's opening last year. For this, you can upload a picture directly to use!

The "Personal" tab includes options for changing your Display Name, Mini Icon (selectable from one of our many custom emojis), latest status, location, & signature, amongst a few others. The Signature includes a sidebar for inserting one of our many custom emojis, otherwise it uses BBCode, which we have a tutorial thread for!

The "Privacy" tab is for changing, well, privacy settings! Things like permanently setting your status to "Invisible" so that no one other than the admin account can see whenever you're online, hiding your email from everyone, etc.

Once you're done setting things up, we recommend making a post on the "OOC Chat" board to introduce yourself to everyone, but it's not required at all!

STEP 3: ACTUALLY GETTING INTO RPING

So you've set up your account, fixed up your profile, optionally introduced yourself, and you'd like to dive into things. Where do you begin?

First and foremost, forum RP is... I think I would best describe it as relatively similar to Tumblr RP, if you know anything about that. If not, it's no worries! We have plenty of members who were new to this kind of structuring. (Admin's only RP experience is Twitter and a small smidge of Discord, for example. And we have several members who've never RPed at all, let alone on a forum!) What I mean by this comparison is just that it tends to offer the same kind of customisation that Tumblr does regarding lengthy posting limits & formatting capabilities. Except we get signatures. Which is an excellent bonus.

Okay, diving in to how to navigate the forum...

When interacting with others, you're welcome to post your own threads in the Open RP board or reply to any other threads posted there using either the Create Thread button or the Quick Reply / Reply functions, depending on whether you'd like to join a thread or create a new one!

You can also post in the Plotting board if you'd like to run something by others before you post it, or if you want to reach out to plan out a closed thread with someone.

(For an example of this, here's that AMNESIA thread by Frey.)

As the pictures show with those little icons that say "New!" on them, each board will notify you if there's been any new postings in it since the last time you viewed it, in case you ever want to check anything out!

We also have the Recently Updated Threads sidebar on the home page. This applies to any threads, so it'll list ones that may not be generally accessible (ex. anything in the Questions & Suggestions board isn't available to anyone not logged in, as we have the Discord link available there, & occasionally my admin-only test threads will pop up), but it's a generally very handy resource for seeing what just got updated if you're looking for a response! Or a thread you might be interested in jumping into!

When you do want to post something, we have two options for doing so: the "Quick Reply" function for replying to existing threads, & the full Create-a-Post window, which can be used both for creating threads & for replying to existing ones.

The "Quick Reply" option is found at the bottom of an existing thread page; it types things out quickly using raw BBCode formatting view!

As shown here, there are a handful of different font face & size options, colour changes, bold, italics, underlines, strikethroughs, sub/superscript, alignment, grids, lists, link & image insertions... etc.

The :) face button is for our emojis, of which we have plenty! I update our custom emoji + sticker list often. The gradient-styled button next to it is for colour smear, which is our plugin for adding text gradients. This button does NOT work in Quick Reply, for some reason...? The little shushing icon at the end is the Spoiler button, for hiding text!

Clicking the "Reply" button on the right side of the Quick Reply bar takes you to the full Create Post window, which offers options for both raw BBCode & Preview windows.

(The Colour Smear button DOES work here.) This post window can be used to check how the BBCode formatting applied to your text will look, & is available both for replies and for creating new threads!

On that note, the "Create Thread" button that takes you to this post window is available at the far right of a board bar!

When making a new thread, we currently have two available formatting labels for the Open RP board: Forum-style & In Person. These can be added by clicking the gear on the top right of the Create Thread bar next to the "Add Attachment" button, going to Labels, & selecting one of the two!

(The scales under the "Subject" listing are actually a working button, btw! That's the title formatting button; you can change the styling & colour of your thread title using it.)

"Forum-style" is for any interactions conducted as if they're online interactions On A Forum, using the forum setting! I think the fun of these kinds of RP mediums is being able to take advantage of them and how they are in full, even if it doesn't make a lot of sense within canon, so it's an option. A good example of this would be Pia's Bathhouse Survey thread!

"In person" is for any interaction that would be conducted through face-to-face interaction. These are most commonly written out in paragraph style, but any writing formatting is accepted (para, action brackets, dialogue-based, asterisks....) & no one cares about matching length, so there are no pressures regarding writing super long or detailed replies.

We've also discussed the idea of adding a third option (Shortform), but I haven't implemented it yet because I'm still trying to explore my options for providing a shortform writing option for quicker in-person interactions first, especially for future event plans.

For the Closed RP board, as those are plotted out interactions and those tend to lean in-person, we at this time have no labels to apply there! Though thinking on it... a planned-out longterm forum-style interaction would be very funny and I would love to see it happen.

Basically: anything goes regarding writing style, & we have options for in-person interactions and interactions that make use of the forum setting!

I hope that explanation is an in-depth enough walkthrough of Runey Season & how forum RP operates for us! Please feel free to let me know if I've left anything uncovered that you're still curious about; I'd be happy to update this. And I hope it's not too long to keep up with! I like being able to provide picture examples, so they really padded things out;;;

[beneathashadytree]

JEALOUS OF… PLUSHIES? - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : very petty & silly jealousy, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : silly fluff😭

Additional notes : This request was so fun to work with istg, I love it when they finally start acting like their ages🙏🏽 There’s an established relationship with Sylus here, btw, just so that all of the men are on equal footing with the MC. To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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[mishappeningss]

MORE THAN A DRIVER

CHAPTER ONE

more than a driver masterlist

formula one + fem!driver!reader smau + irl

Once a rising star in MotoGP, YN LN enters Formula 1 as the only woman on the grid — racing not just her rivals, but a sport built to doubt her.

warnings: covers the theme of misogyny, foul language

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f1 Just In 👀

A new face races into the paddock and into Mercedes’ arms! 🏎️ 

First full-time female driver in F1 and Mercedes — 26 year old YN LN to race in this season alongside 7-time world championship winner Lewis Hamilton. 

For more information, check our bio! 

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username i was wondering why i felt an aura three scrolls away 

username i just clicked open her account and shit shes gorgeous 

username female driver srsly? someone let hamilton know he’s in for a shit season.

username Already have all my trust put on her, can’t wait to see her on track

username OH SHITTTT

username Does Lewis even approve of this lol

username and that’s the start of mercedes’ downfall 

mercedesamgf1 We’re lucky to have you on our team! 🙌 yourusername

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username drivers already in the likes i see yall

username you deserve your seat girl, don’t listen to anyone who says otherwise liked by yourusername

username we lost her to a pile of cars man 💔

username why can’t yall just give her a chance? her first race is literally next week

username chance to what girl … to crash her car?

mercedesamgf1 See you on the track! 🏎️

username Yeah, let’s see if she can even last until the first turn lmao

username suddenly it’s a crime for women to work?

username she can work somewhere else and ruin herself there for all i care, just not in formula one

username ur already my new favorite driver btw

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f1gossip Mercedes’ new pair Lewis Hamilton and YN LN has entered the paddock at Melbourne, Australia. 

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username oh shes GORGEOUS

username first day at work and she’s serving already

username i saw them earlier! they were both having a conversation with toto i think theyre having a press conference 

username this isnt a fashion show, i think she forgot she’s a racer. 

username okay so when lewis does the same thing, its okay?

username lewis has competition now 😭😭

The interviewer leans forward, smiling.

“As we all know, you guys have a new driver in your empty seat. How did that go?”

Toto straightens slightly in his seat, hands folded neatly in front of him. His voice is calm, but proud.

“Well, we’ve been watching YN’s performance for a while now, even since her time in MotoGP. I really saw potential in her and her character and I really think that she’d be a great fit in our team, and a great teammate to Lewis,” Toto replies.

The camera cuts briefly to YN, who smiles modestly, fingers tapping lightly on her thigh — a subtle sign of nerves or excitement

“Lewis, how does it feel having a new partner on the track?”

Lewis leans back with a relaxed grin, the warmth in his tone instantly noticeable. He gives YN a brief glance before answering.

“It takes some time getting used to another partner after having one for so long, but yeah — I’m really stoked to work alongside with YN”. 

“We’ve had some time together, talking about racing and I really admire her background in MotoGP. I’ll have to get her to teach me soon. I’m glad she’s in the team already.”

The energy shifts slightly as the interviewer turns toward YN. The camera zooms in just enough to capture the gleam in her eyes as she sits forward, clearly buzzing with emotion.

“YN, How is the Mercedes family treating you?”

YN exhales, a soft smile forming before she even begins speaking.

“They’ve been nothing but welcoming to me. Oh gosh— just thinking about it makes me happy. Honestly, it didn’t even feel like it was my first time there. It all feels surreal.”

The camera lingers on her for a beat longer, her words hanging in the air like fuel on fire — sincere, hopeful, and burning with drive.

“Coming from someone who’s raced using motorbikes like, half of her life — along with training for Formula 1, it all feels exhilarating. I want to race against the very best and see how far I could go.”

The interviewer nods, clearly impressed.

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f1gossip Mercedes’ new driver YN LN today.

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username she really seems so genuine, bless her 

username Didn’t know she raced in motogp. She definitely caught my eye today

username and what is she gonna race with exactly? with her intense makeup?

username melbourne is yn’s week i can feel it

username js because u all found out that she raced somewhere else doesnt mean she’ll be any good here lol

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f1gossip Lewis Hamilton on YN LN’s first entrance in the paddock.

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username I KNOW THATS RIGHT yourusername

username they match each other’s vibe so well already

username fav duo already ???

username seducing her partner already? can’t she control herself?

username literally what there screams seducing??? all she did was walk…

username i can feel the bitches coming YN GET BEHIND ME RIGHT NOW

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[scoupsakakitty]

hiii!!! i don’t know if you are comfortable with this topic but, maybe jealous seventeen?

i love your writing btw <3

How SVT would react when they’re jealous

S.Coups:

He sees you laughing a little too much at another guy’s jokes at a party. Seungcheol would try to play it cool, but he’d start sulking and become extra clingy, wrapping an arm around you or leaning in close. Later, he’d admit, “I just don’t like seeing someone else making you laugh that much it’s my job.”

Jeonghan:

One of your coworkers texts you late at night, and you reply immediately. Jeonghan might tease you with a smile, saying, “Wow, are you working overtime or what?” But his sharp wit would make it clear he’s a little annoyed. Later, he’d jokingly say, “Should I start texting you at midnight too, so I can have your attention?”

Joshua:

You casually mention how much you admire a celebrity or coworker’s charm. Joshua would smile at first but feel a little pang of jealousy. Later, he’d bring it up gently, asking, “Do you ever feel like I don’t give you enough attention?” He’d want reassurance but wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

Jun:

One of your old friends gives you a gift unexpectedly, and you seem touched. Jun might stay quiet at first, feeling unsure of how to respond. Later, he’d softly ask, “Do they mean a lot to you?” His vulnerability would make you realize he just needs a little reassurance that he’s still special to you.

Hoshi:

You post a selfie with another guy on your Instagram story, even if it’s innocent. Hoshi would immediately call you out, pouting dramatically. “Who is he?!” He’d turn the situation into something playful, saying, “You better post my picture next so people know who the real star is.”

Wonwoo:

He notices that you’ve been texting someone a lot while spending time with him. Wonwoo wouldn’t say anything at first, but his quiet demeanor would give him away. When you ask what’s wrong, he’d calmly say, “I just feel like I don’t have your full attention today.” He’d want to talk it out maturely.

Woozi:

Someone compliments your talents or skills, and you seem genuinely flattered. Woozi would act like he’s unaffected, focusing on his work instead. But later, he’d casually mumble, “They’re not wrong, you’re really talented… but I hope you know I see that first.”

DK:

You seem super excited about hanging out with a mutual friend without inviting him. Seokmin’s expressions would give him away immediately he’d be smiling but clearly distracted. Later, he’d laugh nervously and say, “I mean… I can come too, right?” He’d want to make sure you still want him around.

Mingyu:

One of your friends posts a picture of you together, and they look a little too close. Mingyu would act confident at first, saying something like, “Wow, they really like posting pictures with you, huh?” But later, he’d admit, “I just don’t want anyone else thinking they’re closer to you than I am.”

The8:

Reason: He catches someone flirting with you at a café, even if you don’t notice. Minghao would stay calm but observant, subtly pulling you closer or giving the other person a pointed look. Later, he’d say, “You didn’t notice? That guy was totally flirting with you. I trust you, but I couldn’t just sit there.”

Seungkwan:

You start talking about how much you appreciate a friend’s support during a hard time. Seungkwan would be vocal about it, dramatically saying, “What about me? Am I not supportive enough for you?!” His over-the-top reaction would eventually turn into a heartfelt request for reassurance: “I just want to be your favorite person, you know?”

Vernon:

You’ve been spending a lot of time working on a group project with someone else. Vernon would stay chill but might make a subtle comment like, “You’re spending a lot of time with them lately.” If he couldn’t shake the feeling, he’d bring it up later casually, saying, “I just don’t want to feel like I’m taking a backseat.”

Dino:

Reason: You fangirl over another idol or performer, praising their skills. Chan would overcompensate, suddenly showing off his dance moves or singing for you. “I mean, they’re good… but can they do this?” Later, he’d admit shyly, “I just don’t want you to think anyone’s cooler than me.”

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi mx witch, I’ve been debating whether to send this in for a bit but I am curious what you think. I’ve been going back and forth on the ongoing “can you read at least one singular book by a Black woman” discussion bc there is a thing where especially white readers (I am also white, non american but also somewhere with significant Black diaspora) hold up Black authors as somehow being the pinnacle of diversity and ending the conversation there. I don’t think you are doing this btw but this is the reading comprehension site. I just worry it doesn’t prompt people to think about more general issues of diversity in publishing when E/SE/S Asian authors also get screwed over in the industry (especially Asian women who don’t want to write about being Oppressed by their Traditional Culture) and there are just shamefully few published Indigenous authors from any continent.

HOWEVER. then I see some of the more tar pit responses to your book posts and to the rap discourse (oh my god the rap discourse) and I am like. hmmm maybe we should stay focussed on prompting people to challenge their anti-blackness for a bit when so many people are clearly incapable of the baby step of reading more widely. Much to consider.

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ps if you post this and anyone reads it and goes “oh wow this is so right, I guess I don’t need to read books by Black women”: no

pps SORRY for spam if this is a second anon, I asked this morning with dodgy signal and have no idea if it went through or if you are just swamped/don’t want to reply. no pressure.

hi anon,

I think it's a really good and thoughtful question, and I appreciate the good faith engagement with this question a lot! your concern reminds me a lot of something Yaa Gyasi (an author who's come up a lot in discussion about Black women writers!) said in this interview a few years ago:

Representation isn’t enough. It’s not enough to see people as representatives, and not actually engage with what they’re trying to say. I guess I’ve been feeling dispirited about the way that my work gets read, as it allows people to pat themselves on the back and feel like they’ve done something. Is literature enough? That’s frankly the question I’ve been asking this past year. I used to be the kind of person who would say this is making us more empathetic. But I’m not sure anymore if that’s what’s happening. Are you reading, or are you reading? 

and I definitely agree with her, and think that a lot of people have a tendency to reduce authors who aren't white, heterosexual men to tokens whose work they're morally obligated to read to be Good Allies, rather than because the work genuinely speaks to them, entertains them, moves them, challenges them, or does anything else that literature is capable of. it doesn't help that the publishing industry itself has an awful tendency of tokenzing authors, as you alluded to.

this is one of the reasons why I never include spaces pertaining to an author's personal identity on the reading bingo sheets that I design. I know that prompts like "read a book by a Native author" or "read a book by a trans author" and so on are quite popular in many book bingo spaces, but to me they run the risk of tokenizing those authors and make it seem as if it's fine if, for instance, no Native or trans authors are found anywhere else on the sheet, since they have a designated space. which isn't a perfect solution, to be sure - without a specific prompt, it's just as likely that there will be zero authors who are Native or trans or whatever other marginalized identity one can come up with on the bingo sheet. I'll be honest: as much as I love seeing the bingo sheets my followers are filling out, I'm a little stunned and disheartened to see how starkly white many of them are!

in this conversation, where people are being challenged to name even a single author who's a Black woman and coming up short, I think many people, especially hobby readers, are maybe realizing for the first time that they way they read doesn't quite live up to the ideas of equity that they personally hold and they're interested in changing that now. I've received a lot of feedback that does boil down to people excitedly reporting that they're now deliberately rushing to the library to seek out books by Black woman, and I can easily see how, pessimistically, that could be seen as further tokenizing those authors.

as much as I've rolled my eyes at the people who loudly insist that they couldn't possibly know what gender, race, ethnicity, etc, any author is because they only care about the story (with the implication being that knowing anything about the author would somehow cheapen the story - lmao), I do somewhat understand where they're coming from. while colorblindness is certainly not the solution, it would be ideal if nobody had to think much about hitting any kind of quota in regards to their reading habits. and I'm certainly not advocating for anything that strictly structured! but if so many people can't name a single Black woman who's written a book, then we need to acknowledge that there's a reason for that, and that not all authors are being read equally, and that it takes an active effort to course correct something like that.

my hope is that, with time, readers broadening their horizons enough that they don't have to actively seek out Black women authors (or Black authors in general, or Asian authors, or Latine authors, or trans or Muslim or disabled or Jewish authors, or authors translated into English, and so on) because those authors and their works will become a natural part of their literary diet that no single author is a sole representative of any group or perspective and can be appreciated solely on the basis of their craft.

but maybe the first baby step, as you said, has to be googling "Black woman authors." and maybe that's a little tokenizing! but when we're beginning from the rock bottom position of people struggling to name a single Black woman author at all, you have to start somewhere. I'm really glad to see people actually getting excited to do the work, and I hope they don't stop at reading one (1) book by Yaa Gyasi or Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie because a tumblr post made them feel uncomfortable.

I hope that makes sense and is a satisfying answer!

[your-fav-russian-assassin]

Open RP

//this is based off the trailers and stuff for thunderbolts btw

Yelena hadn’t really been responding to a whole lot lately. Not totally cutting off contact, but not really responding fully. If you sent her something, she’d reply with two words maximum.

Nobody really knew why. Their only guess was something to do with her sister. But that wasn’t all of it. Not at all. There was a lot more. This was the first time she had time to process what had really happened to her.

And not just acknowledging that it happened, really taking in the fact that she had lived through a hell hole. And now she was working for a toxic employer. Perfect.

But now, she finally decided to make an appearance. She knocks on your door in the middle of the night, hair still wet from a shower.

@official-redguardian @iwasmadetobeasoldier @official-buckybarnes @reportingyoutodoordashhq @not-really-a-hero-anymore @diana-belova-barnes @hydras-true-reaper @my-ledger-seems-whiter @we-love-redwing @maggiemelodies09 @thebestmerc-1 @thebetterhawkeyexo and anyone else

[angel-sweets666]

stuck together

Barbarian bakugo x princess! Reader

Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin. CHAPTER TWO HERE

warnings and stuff inside of the story: talks of virginity, talks of a virginity check (its accurate to the time period ok?) a/n should I make this a series? I think it’d be fun but idk ur rich btw so just like there’s rich stuff.

THE FULL VERSION IS OUTTT, truely ask and you shall receive. Anyways this is the full edited and lengthened part one I hope it’s better then the sneak peak I gave you guys

AGED UP

Mitsuki leaned back, her piercing gaze fixed on your parents. "So, what do you say? You give us your daughter, and we'll form an alliance," she proposed, pausing for their response. "It would offer protection from the Todoroki kingdom Flamoria, no?" The blonde woman smiled at your father, trying to sway him.

Flamoria had a habit of attacking your home kingdom, however in recent years the bakugos have managed to not only defeat the todorokis but make their kingdom subservient to them.

Your mother hesitated. "I mean, I dunno…"

"We'll do it," he interrupted, cutting off your mother.

"Huh?!" Your mother turned to him, shock evident on her face.

"Perfect. Sign here," Mitsuki said smoothly, handing them a piece of paper which already had both mitsuki and masarus names written down. It was a betrothal agreement, arranging the marriage between you and her hot-tempered son, Bakugo.

Your father reached for the pen, the gravity of the situation pressing down on him. "This will secure our safety and ensure a powerful ally," he murmured, almost convincing himself as much as anyone else.

"But our daughter…" your mother started, her voice filled with concern and disbelief. She looked at Mitsuki, then back at your father, torn between the political necessity and the love for her child.

"We don't have a choice," your father replied firmly, signing the paper. "This alliance is crucial for our kingdom's survival. The Empyrean empire is strong.”

Mitsuki's smile widened as she took the signed document. "Excellent. You won't regret this. Bakugo will make a fine husband, many heirs will come from this, she is a virgin right?” The blonde asks “we can get her checked for it, *name* was very sheltered growing up so we can assure you she’s a virgin.” Your father explains, leaning back in his own squeaky wooden chair. His gaze turns to your mother, who seems distraught about marrying off her child to the barbarian prince. Someone famous for being a violent person.

at 17 years old bakugo had brought back the head of a powerful tribe leader and put it on a stick for everyone to see, at 18 years old he had gathered a small army of men and defeated the midoriya kingdom and had a bloody cloak from the one of the dead soilders to prove it. Then at 20 years old bakugo had forced izuku, the Feywood king to surrender his crown. Which put feywood in the empyrean empire. No one knows where izuku midoriya currently is, all the people know is that he was last scene getting dragged by his green locks by bakugo and was never seen again.

Later on

“YOU ARRANGED ME TO WHO!?” You screamed, staring at your parents in complete horror. How could they do this to you? You make one wrong move and your own husband would order your death! “Look it’s not so bad..” “NOT SO BAD? HES KILLED HUNDREDS! THOUSANDS EVEN” “He won’t kill you though!” Your father exclaimed, An attempt to calm you. “Look, bakugo may seem like a man killing war machine of a prince but his parents assured us that he’s very gentle with women.” You scoffed, leaning your weight to one hip “bullshit. He’s gonna kill me. Brutally, he’s gonna hack off my head just you watch”

Over the next few weeks, you tried everything to call off the arrangement. You attempted to run away before the virginity check, faked illness, and came up elaborate excuses. Nothing seemed to work. Your parents were stubborn, insisting that you marry Katsuki Bakugo for the strength of their own kingdom.

Lying in bed, you tossed and turned, unable to escape the looming dread of marrying the great, scary barbarian prince, soon to be barbarian king. What if he rips your head off just because you refuse to give him a kiss? The thought made your heart race with fear.

Suddenly, a knock on the door snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. A maid entered, her eyes gloomy with pity . "Your Highness? Tomorrow we will wake you early to help you begin packing for the travel to the Empyrean Kingdom," she said softly, her voice trembling as she tried to avoid any kind of trouble.

You groaned and turned your head toward her. "When am I being sent to them?" you asked

"U-uh, most likely the day after tomorrow," the maid stammered, clearly uneasy with your distress.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of your impending fate settle even heavier on your shoulders. "I see… thank you," you muttered.

You looked back at the red headed maid “How far is the journey?” You asked her softly, she fidgeted with her fingers “a-about two days, they live f-far from our kingdom your highness” she stammered. You smiled to the red head and dismissed her.

As she left you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. The thought of being married off to someone you had never met, someone with a terrifying reputation, filled you with a sense of dread and hopelessness. Your parents decision felt like a betrayal, a sacrifice of your happiness for the supposed greater good of the kingdom

You stood in the corner of your large room, watching as numerous servants took gowns, corsets, shoes, and other clothing items, placing them into bags. "U-uh, don’t barbarians wear less formal clothes? Shouldn’t I bring less?" you asked the maids. All of them turned to look at you, a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Her Highness makes a point," the same red-headed maid from the night before whispered to an older maid. The older maid, seemingly more experienced, turned toward you with a thoughtful expression.

"You're right, Your Royal Highness. They would probably end up burning these clothes or turning them into barbarian-styled garments," she conceded.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping in resignation. "What do barbarian women wear?" you asked the older maid, hoping for some clarity.

"Hm… flowy skirts, I’ve seen a few wear headdresses," she replied, as some of the gowns were hung back up in the closet. The maids began to sift through your belongings, selecting items that might be more appropriate for your new life.

As you watched the process, you couldn’t help but glance out the window. Your mother and father were walking in the garden, deep in conversation. They seemed so in love, so perfectly matched, yet they were throwing you into a marriage that promised nothing but misery. The contrast between their happiness and your dread was almost unbearable.

"Your Highness, we’ll pack lighter, more practical clothing for your journey," the older maid reassured.

"Thank you," you murmured, though your heart wasn't in it. The thought of being dressed in unfamiliar clothes, adapting to an unknown culture, and being wed to a man you feared only added to your anxiety.

As the servants continued their work, you wandered over to your bed, sinking down onto the edge. The weight of your impending departure pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. You had grown up surrounded by luxury and love, and now you were being sent away, to marry probably the most violent man you’ve ever heard of

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about the future that awaited you. Would you ever find happiness in the Empyrean Kingdom? Would Katsuki Bakugo, the fierce and terrifying prince, ever come to care for you, or would you be nothing more than a means to an end?

"Your Highness, is there anything else you would like us to pack?" one of the younger maids asked, her voice gentle.

You shook your head, wiping away a stray tear. "No, just… make sure to leave out a few comfortable things for me to wear until we leave."

"Of course, Your Highness," she replied, her expression sympathetic.

As the maids continued their preparations, you lay back on your bed, staring up at the white ceiling. You tried to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, knowing that soon you would be leaving them behind.

"So, what's the barbarian kingdom like?" you asked, looking over to the maids. The older maid once again turned her head to look at you.

"Most of the people live in either big wooden houses with all sorts of weapons around or in these hut-like tent things. Either way, they have all these symbols painted on them," she described, clearly having been to the Empyrean Kingdom before.

"And what about the Bakugos? Where do they live? You asked

"They live in a stone castle with intricate paintings on it, and there's a lot of security. The last time I was there, they had spikes on the bridge leading to the castle, with people's heads mounted on them," the old maid replied,

"How long ago were you there?" you asked, feeling a chill run down your spine at the gruesome detail.

"When the young prince was about fifteen, so around five years ago," she said, placing one last corset into a bag.

You glanced at the six bags of items packed for your journey, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. It was a smaller amount than you had anticipated, yet it seemed to signify the end of one life and the beginning of another.

"Did you meet the prince?" you asked, trying to glean any information that might help you understand the man you were to marry.

"Briefly," she replied, her expression softening. "He was intense, even as a teenager. Always training, always pushing himself. But there was a sadness in his eyes, a loneliness."

You sighed, trying to reconcile the image of the fierce, terrifying prince with the glimpses of vulnerability the maid described. "And the people there? How are they?"

"Fierce, proud, and loyal," the older maid said. "They value strength above all else, but they also have a deep sense of honor and community. If you earn their respect, they'll defend you with their lives."

The more you learned, the more daunting your future seemed. Yet, there was a strange comfort in knowing that the barbarian kingdom, despite its harsh exterior, had its own codes and values.

As the maids continued their work, you tried to imagine what life in the Empyrean Kingdom would be like

"Is there anything else I should know?" you asked, your voice softer, almost hesitant.

The older maid paused, considering your question. "Just remember, Your Highness, that if you respect them and they’ll respect you."

Her words resonated with you, giving you a small but vital sense of empowerment. You nodded “alright, seems easy enough..”

The day that you needed to travel to the empyrean kingdom came, your parents watched you walk to the carriage by the gate as your mother sobbed into your fathers chest.

The ride to the Empyrean Kingdom was grueling. As the carriage rattled over uneven roads, you gazed out the window, the lush greenery of your homeland gradually giving way to the rugged, bushy but covered in tall trees landscape of the barbarian territory. The closer you got, the more your anxiety grew, each kilometre bringing you closer to the empyrean land

When you finally arrived at the castle, you were struck by its threatening look. The stone walls were decorated with weird red painted symbols, and the spiked bridge, as described by the maid, loomed menacingly ahead. Your heart pounded as you stepped out of the carriage, taking in the harsh surroundings.

A group of stern-faced and very attractive guards escorted you inside. The castle's interior was as intimidating as its exterior—dimly lit, with weapons and trophies of past battles displayed prominently on the walls. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you were led through the cold halls. You swore that if you listened close enough you could hear peoples screams in the dungeons below. Fuck was this hell with its 7 rings?

Finally, you were brought to a large chamber where a tall, muscular figure stood with his back to you. His spiky blonde hair was unmistakable. He was busy looking at a sheet of paper, the one oddly similar to the ones your parents shown you when they first announced your betrothal to bakugo. As he slowly turned to face you, his piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you want to look away. He looked almost angry at you, furious even. Which was confusing because you’ve known this man for a whole 10 seconds

he was tall and about 6ft with messy blonde hair, scars all over his body and face, and piercings on his ears and lip.

"So, you're the princess they sent," Katsuki said, his voice dripping with disdain. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression one of barely concealed annoyance. Katsuki had a deep voice that you couldn’t tell if you found attractive or if you wanted to run away and hide.

You straightened your back, meeting his gaze with as much confidence as you could muster. "I am," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady but it ended up sounding shaky.

Bakugo scoffed, looking you up and down as if to check if you were just a weak small baby or strong enough to be a wife and a queen “Great. Another weakling to babysit," he muttered under his breath.

Anger formed within you at his dismissive attitude. "I am not a weakling," you snapped. "And I am certainly not here to be babysat."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "We'll see about that," he said, turning away from you. "Follow me. There's no point in wasting time."

You clenched your fists, biting back a come back to insult him with as you followed him through the castle. Every step echoed in the vast, cold corridors. His steps much louder then yours due to his much larger frame

Bakugo led you to a large hall where a group of people—presumably his advisors and some of the castle staff—were gathered. He introduced you curtly, barely sparing you a glance as he did so. The looks you received ranged from curiosity to outright hostility, they clearly didn’t want you here. Just like the old maid back had home had warned, these people hated the weak.

After the introductions, Bakugo dismissed everyone, including you. "You'll be shown to your chambers. Don't get in my way or else," he said, theblonde clearly trying to end the conversation between you two before he could get sucked into some conversation he didn’t waht

You followed a servant to your chambers, a mix of anger and sadness within you. The room was surprisingly comfortable, a stark contrast to the rest of the castle, but it did little to lift your spirits. You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of your new reality settle over you.

Over the next few days, you tried to find your place in the castle. The people were distant and wary, their lack of trust clear in their every interaction with you. And Bakugo… he was even worse than most . He ignored you most of the time, and when he did speak to you, it was with a cold, dismissive tone that made your blood boil. He always had a tone of sass, trying to get under your skin constantly.

as the days grew closer and closer to your wedding date he seemed to just get more and more annoying, constantly having some tone of sass. Never wanting to talk to you and constantly flirting with your maids, you even went the effort to fire atleast 4 of them to keep their grotty hands to themselves.

“you done firing my staff now?” Bakugo grumbled as he caught up with you in the stone candle lit halls “your staff? You mean my staff? My staff who you seem to love flirting with” you corrected him, looking over your shoulder at him. The blonde furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed “I pay for them there for their my staff.” He growled, asking faster in an attempt to intimate you “actually, your parents pay for the staff.” “Hah?” “Your parent pay for the staff so their not your staff, their the palaces staff.” You said ignorantly as you played with the lace of your dress. “You gonna get out of that frill fest you call a gown?” He asked, again trying to insult you “if I do I’m gonna shove it up your ass” “excuse me?”

“Want me to say it slower? I—WILL—SHOVE—MY—GOW”

“OKAY OKAY SHUT UP WOMAN” he growled at you and walked off in spite “THATS WHAT WHAT I THOUGHT. THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.” You angrily yelled back to him, which in real aspect you were yelling at the back of his ignorant head. You huffed and stormed away in the opposite direction as you wanted nothing more then to get away from that man. As you stomped down the halls, footsteps echoing with each step; you heard a male voice call out to you

“Princess.”

you looked over, a certain brown haired man similar looking to katsuki stared back at you. It was king Masaru “I was looking for you” he says, walking towards you. You quickly curtsied to the king “About what?” You asked “we have a wedding date for you and my son” he smiled warmly as if this was a good thing “o-oh.. and when may that be..?” Your eyebrows furrowed with frustration “a month from now, they will date you to get your gown fitted this week” he seemed overly happy about something neither you or his temperamental son wanted.

“Will I wear a wedding dress from my country or your country?” You asked softly, trying to keep your cool “uh.. our country.” He informed you “I’d rather wear my own wedding gown though, your majesty” “well.. you belong to our kingdom now. We can give you a dress that’s a mix of the two if you’d rather” he compromised, trying to keep with both your and his kingdom. Letting out a sigh your shoulders dropped “I suppose that be okay…” a look of mild disappointment on your face “wonderful, I’m glad we could come to a compromise” he smiled and walked off, an electric blonde guard following close behind him who you earlier learned his name was kaminari. The blonde goofily smiled to you, he seemed like a character. The two men walked off as they chatted, rolling your eyes you too began to walk in the direction of your bedroom chambers.

you couldn’t sleep that night, you tried changing your nightgown, exercising, reading a book, meditating, everything! nothing would help you sleep this night, you wondered if it was the weird interaction with king Masaru or the fact your own fiance was when you think about it was cheating on you with your own staff members. you slowly slid out of bed and out of your silk sheets, rubbing your face up and down with your hands with frustration. Looking down at your feet you sighed, looking out of the window. the night sky was so peaceful unlike your mind which was running with less the pleasant thoughts. How could you get Katsuki to like you? or at least tolerate you in some way so he wouldn't be the most annoying little shit.

The creak of the door hinges squeaks as you pushed the heavy wooden door open, wincing at the high pitch noise. Slowly but quietly gou walked towards the chambers of your future husband. As you approached the door you hear two voices come from the inside

“you’ll need to learn to cherish and care for her eventually”

“why would I do that?” “She is your fiancé! Your future wife! Future mother of your heirs!”

“you except me to fuck her too? Shit.”

“Yes obviously! Your gonna need heirs for our kingdom!”

“fine. Before or after this whole wedding?”

“well In her kingdom, you two do that on the wedding night but to be honest I don’t really care when you do her”

“Too easy”

safe to say your whole face was pink, with either anger or arousal but you couldn’t tell

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The lust we share

Summary : When your husband takes you to Harrenhal, you meet his lover. And things don't turn out the way you thought they would.

Rating : Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x reader, Alys Rivers x Reader, Aemond x Reader x Alys

TW : pwp, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, light angst, threesome, unprotected sex, breeding kink (implied), praising kink, loss of virginity,  not proofread.

Words count : 3652

AN : hi everyone!! How are you doing ? SO I know. I know I should be working on all my other works in progress BUT I had this idea and…Well. I had to write this. Who else is excited to see Alys??? Btw I’ve finished my exams and my internship, so I should have more time to write <3

Sorry, it’s filthy. As always. 

Also English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes !! 

Enjoy 🖤

From the moment you see her, you're mesmerised by her striking beauty, which makes her mysterious and dangerous. There's something intriguing about her gaze, as if she's reading through you, and it sends shivers down your spine every time. She seems to pierce your soul, deciphering your deepest secrets, leaving you both entranced and unsettled. She moves with a graceful confidence, her long black curls bouncing behind her. You don't know where to look. She's mesmerising. Your gaze is relentlessly drawn back to her.  She has curves where you don't.  A confidence you don't have.

You can only see in her what you lack in yourself, and in a way, you understand Aemond.

But Alys is surprisingly gentle with you. Her eyes show a kind of pity. You were nervous, frightened, and the edges of your thumbs can testify to that.  After all, Alys is the other woman. Or maybe it's you, the other woman. Alys was there before you, after all. And she exudes a confidence, a poise, a maturity that you'll never be able to match, as if she were able to bend anyone or anything to her will. You can see why they say she's a witch. 

With you it's different. Alys is patient. You just don't like the pitying tone she uses when she talks to you, as if you were a frail little thing to be pitied, as if she's afraid to break you – but you're no doll. You're not made of glass. You don't need pity. She knows you had no choice. You were forced to follow your husband to Harrenhal.  Maybe that’s why she pities you.

She wonders how you manage to stay by his side, when you know the horrors he's committed, and it's something you wonder too. Every step he takes is made of ashes and blood, and you know the cries still haunt the walls of Harrenhal.  The blood is probably still fresh, soaking the cobblestones.

She's made a habit of brushing your hair, stroking your long curls, cradling you and talking to you, and there's something comforting about the way she mothers you. You seek solace in her arms, when your husband is distant. At least you are not alone.

Your marriage to Aemond is recent. She listens as you confide in her and caresses your head. You are young and frightened, and you know the King needed an alliance to continue the war - your father had military and financial support to offer him.  Marrying into the Targaryen family is a privilege no one can refuse. And especially not when your husband is the Prince Regent.

"Does he treat you well?" Your gaze meets hers in the mirror, but you are quick to look away. There's something too sincere in looking into her eyes. You feel as if she can see into your soul, read the truth, reveal your secrets, and that makes you uncomfortable. 

" He's cold. Distant," you reply. Because it's true, Aemond is caught up in the gears of war, and he doesn't have much time for you, but you accept the place he's given you.  He has a need to control, you've noticed. He controls and owns and dictates the rules of the game. Maybe it's comforting, for him, maybe it's his way of coping.  He never shows vulnerability, at least not to you. 

"Does he satisfy you?" Your face immediately turns red. You don't know how to tell her that you haven't consummated the marriage yet. You got married in a hurry. You didn't have time for -

At least he insisted you accompany him to Harrenhal. He didn't want you waiting for him in the Red Keep, he wanted you close to him. Because you are his wife, he said. 

"We... We didn't..." You babble. You search for your words. And then you see her smirk, a subtle hint of a smile, almost imperceptibly curling the corners of her lips. You hardly know her, it's strange to discuss such intimate matters with your husband's lover. She knows him better than you do. Perhaps he showed her vulnerability, perhaps she knows what scars his soul. You wonder what she's thinking. She's indecipherable. Alys is a mystery. She exudes a special aura.

" What a pity," is all Alys answers. She has finished combing your hair. She takes the strands that have fallen across your chest and pulls them back behind your back, admiring her work. You hardly recognise yourself. You look bold. Almost confident. Your cleavage is accentuated. You look pretty.

You let her fingers brush over your bare shoulders, the touch light and pleasant. She places the finishing touch around your neck; a sapphire necklace. 

"Now you look like a future queen," she whispers, her lips painted red in the hollow of your ear, and you shiver. With desire or surprise, you don't really know. There's a kind of certainty in her voice that intrigues you. You're not quite sure what that is. For a brief moment, you have the feeling that you detect some truth in her words, and you say nothing. Her eyes are shining. 

Perhaps there's a part of unspoken desire there that you keep hidden beneath your innocent appearance.

You feel your husband's burning gaze on you all evening. You are alone at dinner. The two of you. The servants have brought the dishes and left immediately. He's at the other end of the table, his head held high, separated from you by steaming plates that make your mouth water. He has barely spoken, but you know that Aemond is a man of few words. He's all about quality.

"You look beautiful."

You politely accept the compliment. You like to feel that he fancies you. But then again, who doesn't like compliments? You cut your meat, your movements precise and delicate, like the lady you've been taught to become all your life. You play your role to perfection, it's a form of comfort, at least.

"I'm pleased that you find me to your liking, husband."

He looks satisfied. A silence falls over you. You are still hesitant in his company. You still have to adjust to him. You need to know how far you can go. What are your possibilities and your limits.

" She's intriguing, your Alys. "Your voice doesn't sound quite the way you would like it to, and you blame yourself. It gives the impression that you're reproaching him. That's not what you want. He stares at you with his one good eye, unreadable. 

"My Alys," he muses. "She is, indeed." He lets a doubt linger, and you regret having brought up the subject of Alys. "She sees much and more. She saw a future for me." He pauses. You raise your eyes to him, puzzled. "For us."  You and him, he means. And for a split second, you wonder if this has anything to do with what she told you.  A future queen. She said you looked like a future queen.

Your pulse quickens. The idea seems dizzying.  But there are certain desires that should remain buried, you know it. You don't want to appear power-hungry, even if your core is burning at the thought of having the whole Kingdom at your feet. 

Perhaps your husband can see it in your eyes.

Aemond wears the Conqueror's Crown on his head like the Prince Regent that he is, and you can't help but think that it suits him so well. It's what he is made for. He looks like a statue carved in marble, ethereal and suspended in time, the embodiment of Targaryen beauty and grace.

How can such an angelic face hide such a cruel man?

"But don't be jealous, wife." He continues in the face of your silence. His voice is cold. It cuts through the air like a sharp knife. "For it is you I have chosen to marry, and I intend to be a dutiful husband."

You feel your cheeks flush. He's watching you so intently. His good eye shines even brighter than the sapphire you know hides under his eye patch. You feel as if he's undressing you with his gaze. 

"I want you, tonight."

The statement sends a wave of heat between your thighs. You know what he means. You want it too. But to hear him express his desire so clearly, as if leaving no room for discussion, awakens a familiar sensation in your core. Aemond wants to take what he wants, what is rightfully his, and you may be sick in your head because the idea excites you as much as it frightens you. He's dangerous.  You know what he's done. And yet. And yet, you can't help but want him. 

By the time the meal is over, he's already standing in front of you. Tall. He towers over you, and as he leans towards you, forcing your chin up with the tip of his forefinger, he whispers, "You wouldn't deny your husband, would you?"

Gods, you can feel your arousal forming between your thighs, spreading across the fabric of your underwear. He's looking at you, his purple eye burning with desire. Between his legs, a visible bulge is already stretching the linen fabric. You notice it easily; it reflects the hunger you can read in his eyes.

"I wouldn't. Not when you are already so desperate."

To back up your words, your eyes drop to his crotch. He clenches his jaw and remains silent for a moment. You wonder what he's thinking, what thoughts are racing through his brain right now. He looks at you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if studying an unknown specimen. Maybe you've been too bold.  Maybe he likes it. 

"I bet you are already wet."

A shiver runs down your spine. He doesn't look away, not for a moment, and your eyes are relentlessly drawn to his, as if hypnotised. 

" Check. "

He doesn't waste any time. His fingers run down your body, slipping under the thick layers of your dress - you're wearing green to please him, but it's not the colour of your house. They work their way up your leg, up the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps on your skin in a long shiver of pleasure. You feel him brush against your folds; a touch so light it's like a ghost. But isn't that his purpose, to haunt you in the depths of your soul? When he ventures between your warm folds, your teeth bite your lower lip to prevent the slightest sound from escaping your lips. You don't want to give him that privilege. You don't want to show him that you need him.

"Indeed, you are."

He captures your innermost essence with the tip of his finger and immediately withdraws his hand. His forefinger touches his thumb, and he inspects the transparent thread that stretches between his fingers. You look away. Your cheeks are flushed. You're burning with embarrassment at your body's betrayal.  He wipes his fingers and straightens up as if nothing had happened.

"Be there when I call for you."

And with that, he leaves the room. You're left alone, staring at the flame dancing in the middle of a candle. Between your thighs, your centre throbs.  Your husband is a mystery.

You are lying on the bed. Panting, you are drowning in a combination of feverish pleasure and anticipation of what is to come. Alys plants kisses on the back of your neck, spicy and intoxicating like the finest Dornish wine. Her fingers brush over your nipples, and with a deft movement, she rolls them between her forefinger and thumb, pinching them gently.  She is behind you. You lie with your back against her full breasts, her legs on either side of your body. Her long black hair tickles your collarbones as she leans towards you, and an herbal scent wafts through the air; a mixture of sage and lavender.

Her lips were between your thighs a moment ago. With devotion, the tip of her tongue explored your still untouched womanhood, collecting the fruits of your desire, her fingers drawing circles against your entrance. She's experienced. She knows what she's doing. You've never felt anything like this before. And when your thighs have closed around her face, one of your hands buried in her thick mass of black hair, she welcomed your climax into her mouth. Her half-closed eyes looked up at you from under her long lashes, an enigmatic smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She seemed proud of herself, and of her work.  You're sure she can still taste you on her lips.

When she had finished, she remained between your legs for a moment, tracing little circles on your lower stomach, her lips still glistening with your essence and her own saliva. Your chest rose and fell quickly.  Red with embarrassment, you didn't dare meet her eyes and see the blatant traces of your shared sin still staining the lower part of her face. She let you catch your breath. Regain your senses. Come down from that little cloud you're still on.

It's Aemond who moves first. He stands and joins Alys, wiping what's left of your desire on her lips with his thumb. He looks satisfied. You wonder if he liked what he saw, if he liked seeing his wife tremble under the caresses of another.  He pushes his thumb between Alys's lips, forcing her to taste you once more, and she sucks his finger with infinite compliance. You can see in their eyes that they know each other intimately, that he has already tasted her body. You can see it in their eyes, in the glances they exchange.  You wonder if there has been more than carnal pleasure. You think there is. He kisses her chastely on the lips.

Aemond looks in your direction. He burns with desire, excitement and anticipation. You are about to become his and he can't hold back any longer. He needs to possess you. 

"She did well," Alys murmurs, amused. "Give her a moment."

But he doesn't want to wait, he wants his wife. He undresses, and that's when Alys comes up behind you. She strokes your hair and whispers a series of praises into the hollow of your ear. You're cottony between her fingers, but your core is throbbing again at the thought of feeling your husband inside you.

"Open your legs," Aemond commands. And Alys gently spreads your thighs so that you reveal yourself to your husband.

Aemond details your body. Every part, from your lips to your breasts, from the valley between your breasts to your navel, and then the curve that leads to your centre. Alys follows the path of his gaze - her fingers on your nipples, and then her fingers running along your abdomen to your folds, caressing them gently.  Her index and middle fingers slide between your flesh.

"Look how ready she is for you," Alys whispers to Aemond. You’re wet. His eyes are locked on you, right where you want him most. His member is hard, slightly curved against his belly, its angry red tip already leaking white beads.

And you are ready. You're just waiting for it. Desperately. The orgasm Alys gave you with her tongue has awakened a new, hungry desire in you.  You stifle a moan that Alys encourages you to express with her lips along your throat. 

Aemond leans over you, capturing your lips with his own. He nibbles at your lower lip. You feel his dominance, his need to own you. He's rough with his kiss, as if he's waited too long. Maybe he has.

You moan. Where Alys' body is soft and full of curves, Aemond's is angular and made of muscle. 

"I want you," he whispers again against your lips. His fingers slide down your body, lingering on your breasts as he caresses your already erect nipples. Then he moves them between your thighs. He's meticulous with his movements. Precise. He traces your slit, spreads your folds to tease your little bud. You stifle another moan.

"And I can tell you want me too."

His fingers are against your entrance, which clenches around nothing as you feel him draw circles without ever entering you. It's frustrating. Slowly, he inserts a finger. You move your hips, desperate for more contact, desperate to welcome him deeper into you.

"Stay still," Aemond whispers, pressing down on your lower body. Behind you, Alys runs her hand through your curls. She strokes your long hair and when you move, she shushes you.

"You'll take what I give you," he adds, his lips against your jaw, his fingers inside you. "But if you are patient, you will be rewarded. I always reward good girls." You feel a slight stretch as a second finger enters you, and the sensation is delicious. Delicious, but not enough. Even when he starts to move his fingers back and forth - they are subtly crooked inside you, even when he traces the curve of your breast with his mouth, catching your nipple between his lips. 

"You're doing well," Alys breathes, praising you. There's her body behind you, and Aemond's lips on your breasts, his fingers buried inside you, deep, and your body is on fire. But it's not enough.

"I'm ready," you moan. "Please."

Behind you, Alys chuckles softly, her chest rising and falling as she senses your desperation, senses your desperate need for more. The impatience of the youth, she thinks - for Aemond is like that, too. Impatient. Impulsive. She had to teach him as well. As Aemond withdraws his fingers and positions himself between your legs, you feel Alys hold your thighs apart. Her fingers are hot against your skin, but there's something soothing about having her against you, around you. Her presence calms the too-rapid beating of your heart - an inevitable form of apprehension at the thought of what is about to happen.

There's something strange about the idea of sharing such an intimate moment with your husband and his lover. It's not what you imagined, and yet you love the feeling of having them both against you. You're safe. You feel safe. The war can't reach you when you're between their bodies - it's a silly thought.

And then, his round tip rubs between your folds, testing your entrance. The contact is hot. When he finally enters you, the stretch catches you off guard, your fingers close in the sheets, then around Alys' arm.

"Fuck. You're tight." Aemond grunts.

The sensation is new and incredible - the slight pain you felt at first quickly dissipates, replaced by pleasure. 

Soon you feel nothing else. Alys' hands leave your legs and move up your body. One hand on your breast, the other at the top of your folds, where she draws slow circles around your pearl.  She knows what she's doing. She knows what she's doing, and so does Aemond. And there they are, both slaves to your own pleasure.

He sets his pace. She sets hers. You know you won't last long; your walls are already beginning to tighten around his member. You feel him so deep inside you, and there's this one spot, this one precise spot that he hits at a steady pace that makes you feel like you're seeing stars.

Soon your husband's movements become sloppy, messy. 

"Fill your wife, Aemond." Alys whispers in a commanding tone, and there's something about hearing her give orders to your husband that sends a wave of warmth through your lower belly. She reaches out her hand, strokes his hair, his cheek. "You need an heir, don't you? So, spill your seed, I know you can." She addresses Aemond, but her honeyed voice echoes in your ears. You shiver, once more. The thought. The thought is -

You feel your release sweep through your body like a wave washing over you. You throw your head back against Alys, who is already kissing you.  Her fingers leave your folds. Aemond brings them to his mouth - he cleans every trace of you that still stains her skin with a hm. It's filthy. It's indecent. But you're too far gone to think about that now. 

All you can think of is Aemond's arms around your waist as he pulls you up so you're sitting on top of him, facing him, his forehead against yours, as he spills his seed deep inside you, white ropes painting your wombs. He holds you against him, his hands on your waist, the grip mean and possessive. You put your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest. And he holds you like that, against him, when his member stops throbbing between your inner walls, when he feels his member softening inside you. When you come to your senses, still high from your second release of the evening.

"Now you truly belong to me," he whispers against your lips, and all you can answer is "Yes, I do".

As you lie back, you can still feel the sticky combination of your two fluids dripping between your thighs. But your eyelids are already heavy - your lovemaking has exhausted you. Alys strokes your hair, under Aemond's watchful eye. He's still hesitant, despite what's happened between you - but it's hard for him to be vulnerable.

"You did well," she mutters, but she doesn't know if you can hear her or if you're already asleep. Aemond finally reaches out to caress your face with a gentleness you don't recognise; his thumb against your cheek. He's soft. You look so peaceful, asleep between them.

You are not sure what tomorrow will bring. You are not sure what the future holds. But when you close your eyes, your dreams are made of crowns and sapphires.

Ashes and flames too - but you'd rather forget that. Outside, the war still rages.

[clarkeyscherry]

Hi could you do a chrismd drabble a little angsty and fluffy where his gf has some edits of him and his ex popping up on her fyp and she gets a lil sad thinking that maybe they're not the right fit but he reassures her? totally ok if you're not comfy writing this btw love your work <3

DIFFERENT // CHRIS DIXON!

you were laid on yours and chris’ shared bed, scrolling through tiktok. as you usually do on the days you’re free. everything was completely fine, but then an unexpected video played.

an edit of chris and shannon, his ex girlfriend.

you would be lying if your heart didn’t drop a tiny bit. nobody would particularly like seeing edits of your boyfriend with their ex partner. you were fully aware there were fans that wanted them back together. but with the amount chris reassured you that would never happen, you trusted him of course.

but seeing things like this did plant some doubt in the back of your mind. with them knowing each other and dating for years, it did make you feel slightly insecure.

you switched your phone off and threw it to the side of you, and just on time — chris walks in. seeing you sprawled all over the bed, staring at the ceiling was nothing different so he didn’t think anything of it, just letting out a small chuckle at the sight he thought was adorable.

“you alright?” chris asked whilst walking to the bathroom, but he got no reply.

“y/n?” he spoke once more, but was met with silence.

he walked out the bathroom and sat on the bed next to you, “hey, what’s up? not like you to not be talking by now.” he spoke gently, playing with your hair.

“i’m fine.” you sighed, not even convincing yourself let alone chris.

“talk to me, somethings obviously bothering you.” chris urges you to talk, not wanting you to deal with your thoughts alone.

“fine. i saw an edit of you and shan.” you blurt out, before covering your face out of embarrassment, “it’s stupid.”

“it’s not stupid. i wouldn’t particularly like if i saw an edit of you and your ex either. but why’s it troubled you so much?” he asks, making you sit up so he can face you.

“i know how much you loved her.. and i can’t help but feel like i won’t be enough for you after her. does that make sense? like i’ll never be her.” you explain as well as you can to him.

“thank you for trusting me to tell me. yes, i loved shan once but that doesn’t mean i want you to be her. you’re so different to her and that’s what I love, you’re you. and that’s what i fell in love with, you literally make me feel like my heart is gonna burst everyday. you don’t have to be her, and i don’t want you to be. i see my whole future with you y/n and i don’t want to share that with anyone else but you. understand?” he gently speaks to you, with awe in his eyes as he talks about his love for you.

your eyes slightly tear up at his words, “i love you, and i’m sorry i doubted you.”

“you have no reason to apologise, you can’t help the way you feel. so don’t worry, okay?” he raises his eyebrows, making sure it’s getting through to you.

“okay.” you reply quietly before leaning into his embrace.

“now let’s go watch edits of me and you, hm?” he laughs, his chest rumbling under your face making you smile.

“no, i just wanna stay here. with you.”

oh i loved writing this thank you for requesting it!!🥹

also someone told me they hated the filter i put on my pictures so i took it off, does it look better with or without? lmk xxx

[luvyuuma]

Hiii, welcome to the &team writing world. So excited to read your stuff. Can i request fuma with the '' could you play with my hair? '' prompt. Thank youuu <3

AUTHOR'S NOTE: TYTY!! hope this is good <3 enjoy ml

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synopsis: fuma would never admit that he loved his hair being touched. what happens when you stop doing it?

tw: FLUFFFF, like one suggestive joke, desperate!fuma, 0.7k words btw!!

pairing: fuma x gn!reader

FUMA + "could you play with my hair?"

Fuma would never admit it. 

In fact, he’d categorically deny it when asked.

He loathed the idea that it was even a thought in someone’s head.

As a sub-leader, his role required a lot of hard work, gently telling off his members when they were fooling around when they were supposed to be concentrating. Poor Fuma would get headaches, especially in comeback season. 

What does that have to do with how much he hates what he hates?

Well, he’d go home, shower and cuddle with you on the couch. The side of his face would be on your shoulder, chest or lap. He’d rant about his day and how Taki or Nicholas were being silly or how he was struggling with a particular dance move. 

Then, he’d become pickled.

Your hand would weave through the strands of his hair and all those worries would fade away into nothing. His eyes would flutter close and a heavy sigh left his lips. It’d only last moments though.

He’d snap out of it.

The last thing Fuma wanted was to let go of himself. He couldn’t relax into your warm body. For goodness sake, he has a million things running in his mind. 

He had to focus on &Team’s comeback, he had to be a helpline for his members and he had to keep his body in check. He couldn’t be here, relaxing with you. Fuma didn’t deserve it, not yet.

Oftentimes, when you’d start massaging his scalp, he’d get right up because he had to lock in.

“What are you doing?” you laugh.

“I’m going to the gym.”

“At this hour?”

There wouldn’t be a reply.

That was that. He went to the gym.

You stopped touching his hair from then on.

Fuma noticed instantly but didn’t question it.

It went on for weeks. Weeks and weeks of torture he was not apt to handle. He didn’t think he’d want it as badly as he did. 

Every time you would skip his hair, he felt guilty and it started to feel like he was missing something.

He soon started to crave it.

Fuma needed the pads on your fingers on his scalp, combing through his hair and telling him, “I know, baby. I know.”

On a particularly stressful day, he comes home, retrieving his gym bag and leaving through the front door.

“Hi, babe! Where are you going…? You just got home.”

You were furrowing your eyebrows, genuinely confused as to what he was doing. It was almost midnight. He had to get up at five am. He should sleep.

“Gym…I’ll see you later. Good night.”

“Okay. Bye,” you answer dryly.

Walking away from the door, you head towards the bedroom. You knew he was going through a stressful time. You didn’t want to be the one to stress him out more, no matter how badly he wanted to succumb.

But as soon as he stepped out, his heart was caged in shackles. That look on your face…it was unbearable.

He’d realise how distant he’d been the last few weeks because he didn’t want to lose control.

Fuma turns around and reaches for you. For the first time in weeks, he yanks you towards his chest, looking at you. Really looking at you.

Your eyes widen, throat dry.

“Please…just touch it.”

Raising an eyebrow, you ask, teasingly, “You’re nasty, Fuma!”

Fuma shakes his head profusely, “No, no! Not that. My hair…could you play with my hair?”

You break into laughter, “I know what you meant! I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“Haha.”

“What happened? I thought you hated it.”

“I…I love it,” Fuma replies with a blank expression. Admitting something like this, felt like admitting defeat. But he’d rather admit defeat to you than to anyone else. “So, please.”

He’s tense against you, not letting go of the hand he pulled you by. If anything, his hold tightens. As if his face wasn’t enough to indicate his desperation.

He searches your face for an affirmation, a ‘yes’.

“Come on,” you say, ushering him to the couch. 

He sets the gym bag down and lays in your lap. It feels like home, like he’s in the clouds and when you place a hand in his hair—he’s a goner.

Fuma memorised the pads of your fingers as they dig softly into his scalp. His muscles relax, his eyes closed. He’s almost falling asleep in your lap, in a different dimension entirely.

“You needed that, huh?”

“Mhm…” he sighs.

“Don’t push me away next time when I’m trying to help you,” you scold.

It doesn’t sound like scolding to him.

He laughs it off, “Never again, baby.”

[gasstationlady]

GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 2

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

drew is still hung up on y/n, but the grid’s new it couple couldn’t care less.

notes: final part of guts!! thank you so much for all the love you guys showed the first part <3 and dw i have so many more smaus in the drafts! tried to write and add a bit more but i ran out of space :/ i hope the plot makes sense! i feel like bc i know how i wanted the story to go i can't rlly spot the plot holes as easily.

disclaimer: NOT PROOFREAD. let's pretend that jennifer lawrence "kym illman" picture is olivia lmfaooo. btw the events in “GUTS” sometimes does not line up with the schedule followed in real life. again, no hate to drew and, now also, to ppl on the today show aha. (CONGRATS LANDO FOR P2 AHHH)

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yourusername thanks for having me vmas!!!! <3

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yourbestie STUNNING

user pls not drew liking her post when he doesn’t even follow her 😭😭😭

↳ user no he’s actually so painfully desperate lmaoo

↳ user i’m glad lando and y/n are just ignoring him

↳ user girl i’m not, i want the drama AHA

user love u more than anything

user lando liking and the two of them now following each other 🤔 yup him and y/n are forrr sure together

↳ user yea after the deuxmoi post and lando’s soft launch it’s basically confirmed at this point

↳ user i wonder if she’ll be attending the next gp bc i’d actually die and then come back to life if it happens

user you look BEYONDDDDD 😍😍

user are we fr just gonna ignore drew like..

thetodayshow

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thetodayshow It’s GUTS day! We loved having @/yourusername on the TODAY plaza. 🍒🎤🧡

We sat with Y/N to talk about her new album and recent scandals surrounding the topics of her work. “I just write songs; it’s not my job to interpret them for people.”

Tune in on our Youtube channel for extra clips of our interview with Y/N and her performances!

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user SHE ATE THOSE PERFORMANCES. DEVOURED.

user some of those questions were a bit invasive

↳ user i was thinking the same thing, but y/n handled that rlly professionally

user omg how have her vocals gotten better 😭

user lmaoooooo i see you hiding in the likes lando

↳ user it’s so cute that he’s following her activities 🥹🥹

↳ user he’s probably here bc of what she said in the interview

↳ user wait i didn’t watch everything, what did she say??

↳ user so they asked how she felt about her exes being a popular topic on the internet, and so she said “I just write songs; it’s not my job to interpret them for people.” they also asked about drew and whether they’re going to get back together (which, may i add, felt a little rude to me) and y/n replied with “Those who I’m close with can reach me anytime. I tend to not focus on anyone else.”

↳ user thank you for summarizing!! doing god’s work fr 🫡

user y/n handled the situation perfectly

↳ user no bc the way she said not too much but enough to stand up for herself and her privacy

user AHAHAHAHA SHE RLLY SAID AINT NO WAY SHES GOING BACK TO DREW

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/n seen arriving in Singapore!

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user wait you’re lying??? actually? waaait 😭

user IS SHE GOING TO THE GP OMG PLS

user i mean i knew they were together but imagine a paddock appearance 😩😩 i don’t think we can handle it guys

user if she makes an appearance at the paddock with lando, i don’t understand why he didn’t just go as her date for the vmas too 😭😭

↳ user i doubt they wanted to hard launch at the vmas lol y/n was barely even in the audience, tbh i think she left early

↳ user y/n has said before that award shows make her rlly anxious, so yea she probably didn’t want too much attention on herself esp with all the drew drama

user did i miss something, i thought lando was still in ny? why didn’t they just travel together?

↳ user lando probs had to leave earlier bc practice started on friday, and y/n still had a few tv show performances which i’m assuming is why she arrived today instead

kymillman

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kymillman F1’S NEW FAVORITE COUPLE

The first driver to arrive this morning was Mclaren driver Lando Norris. For the first time he is joined with his new girlfriend, Y/N L/N, a famous Filipino-American pop singer.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com

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user omg it’s happening it’s happening

user HEY SIRI PLAY THAT SHOULD BE ME BY JUSTIN BIEBER

user this pic should be put in the louvre that is how monumental it is

user THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT?? FROM KYM??😭😭

user first💔hard💔launch💔is💔a💔paddock💔appearance💔

user the hand holding 🥹🥹

user don’t know if i’m more jealous of lando or y/n

user damn god really out here choosing favorites

user they’re already becoming my comfort couple omg i can’t i love them so much

landonorris

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landonorris Singapore 🥈

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user so proud of you lando!!

user AHHHH y/n cameo

user god idk if i'm ever going to get used to seeing y/n with lando

user SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

user yay carlando podium !!! 🥹

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8 months later

landonorris

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landonorris Happy one year, love ❤️

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yourusername there's nothing i love more than those chips

↳ landonorris 😐

user they're the reason i believe in love

user damn i think this is about to be lando's most liked post lmaoo

user the fact that he calls her love 😭😭

user luckiest man alive i stg

user how does she always look so good

yourusername

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yourusername cause i love to love, to love, to love you

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landonorris that guy's pretty handsome

↳ yourusername very :)

yourbestie LOVE seeing you happy

user omggg i'm crying i can't believe its already been a year

user might sleep on the freeway today

user let the light in is such a cute song to dedicate to someone

user LOL not the third pic

user i love them so much 🥹

user if you ever break up, love isn't real

[minminyoonjii]

hey! i had an idea but it’s quite a long one if that’s okay. BUT you’re my favorite writer and you’re the only one i trust with this request :) can you write one about little fem reader who thinks she’s a burden or troublesome to cg ot8 skz (maybe because of some kind of misunderstanding?) and starts to misbehave (act out, throw tantrums) because she doesn’t want to tell them and doesn’t know how else to handle her emotions. maybe later on, they realize something has clearly been bothering her and confront her about it and she breaks down crying and finally tells them. basically something angsty with fluff and hurt/comfort in the end. you can completely ignore this if you don’t feel comfortable writing it; it’s totally fine! i love all your fics btw, keep up the great work! <33

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Wholesome|Hurt/Comfort|Breakdown|Involuntary Regression|Bottling Up Emotions|Anxious! Little Reader|Depressive Thoughts|They Know|Lashing Out|Self-Doubt|Heavy Misunderstanding|Overthinking! Little Reader 💛 Oh beans, I'm back from war. Two long semesters for a degree. I apologise in advance if my writing isn't as smooth as before. I'm trying to get used to it again. Here's a little sneak peek into my life, I'm currently editing while having a serious scholar meeting and had to perform a QTE because I clicked the share screen button by accident. Thankfully, when checking with my friends, no one saw a thing, but as a first update in a while; my heart dropped so far. Do let me know if there are any tags I missed. Again, it's been months since I've written and uploaded. I hope everyone has a good day and enjoys this little reader hurt/comfort.

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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"Don't do that," Jisung chastised, crossing his arms. You furrowed your brows, nibbling on your bottom lip, "Why should I listen to you?" you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Jisung looked at you in disbelief, "Easy there. What's with the attitude?" he asked, squatting down to where you're seated. You rolled your eyes once more, pushing yourself up, "Nothing," you defended, stepping out. Jisung pursed his lips, hand calling the only person who could get through to you, "Hyung, Code Otter," he said, with a serious and deadpan expression.

Chan sighed through the phone, "Really, Sung-ah? Code Otter?" he asked, rubbing his temples. "The disrespect I've experienced today," Jisung said, clutching his invisible pearls. "But, yes. Code Otter. She's on the loose," he said in all seriousness. Chan hummed, "I'll find her," he said, hanging up the call. A huff of air escaped your lips as you stared into the horizon. The sun was starting to set, hues of pink and orange merging together.

Thoughts spiralled into your head. "She was falling behind," Minho said, watching your audition clip. Felix nodded, "Yeah, her steps didn't match the others at all," he said, watching how far you've come. You bit your bottom lip, remembering the way you overheard their conversation. "Was I that lacking? I thought I improved this practice. Was I really out of step?" you mumbled, assuming that they were talking about the recent practice video they filmed.

More thoughts compiled together in the silence. "It's so hard to keep entertaining her," Changbin complained, scrolling through his phone. Hyunjin chuckled, "Right? She's so troublesome and needy," he smirked, showing Changbin something on his phone. You curled up further at the memory, "I don't want to be here anymore," you murmured, picking at the sides of your fingers. Chan sighed in relief, finding you curled up on the rooftop after hours of search, "Baby," he whispered, stepping towards you.

You flinched at his voice, "Chan," you replied, averting your gaze. Chan pursed his lips, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, giving you the space to speak. You rolled your eyes, "I have nothing to say," you grumbled, your inner walls high and guarded. "Is that so?" he asked, watching your expression. You nodded, "Nothing at all," you whispered, picking at the sides of your fingers. Chan stretched his arms. "Alright then, come on," he said, reaching out his hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "To where?" you asked, staring at his palm. Chan smiled, "Home. Seungminnie ordered pizza for us," he said, waiting for you to take his hand. You hesitated, "Only because there's pizza involved," you said, taking his hand. Chan chuckled, "Yes, yes. I'm sure the boys bought your favourite too," he reassured, pulling you close. The ride home was tense, and you looked away from everyone. Changbin nudged Hyunjin's side, showing him a video he had taken with Berry. "Isn't she a menace?" he whispered, scrolling through the pictures of Berry nibbling his finger.

Hyunjin chuckled, "A total menace. She's so annoying, too," he grinned, trying to hold back his cuteness aggression. You pressed your tongue against your inner cheek, trying to bite back the tears building in your eyes. Thoughts spiralled again, "Can't they see I'm right here?", "How could they openly say that about me?", "Maybe, I deserve it," you thought, craving to be in your bed. Chan opened the car door, "Home sweet home," he said, helping you out.

You nodded, taking his hand, knowing that in your bed is a Skzoo waiting for your hugs. Seungmin smiled, handing you a slice of pizza, "Eat up before you bathe, it's still warm," he said, ruffling your hair. You feigned a smile and took a bite. The warmth flooded your mouth, making your heart feel tender. "How was your day, cupcake?" Minho asked, setting a glass of cider in front of you. "None of your business," you snapped, subtly glaring at him.

Minho squinted his eyes at your behaviour, "I asked because it is my business. How was your day?" he said, standing a bit straighter. You rolled your eyes, setting the food down. "Why do you want to know? Leave me alone," you huffed, losing your appetite as you remembered the way he talked about your dancing. Minho chuckled, "Acting like a brat isn't going to get you anywhere," he said, crossing his arms. "I am not acting like a brat," you retorted, glaring at him.

"Good girls, don't act this way, don't you think?" Minho said, trying to push you into that secure state. You scoffed, "Don't patronise me," you gritted, leaving the dining room. "Get back down here!" he yelled, placing his hand on his waist. You groaned, "Go away!" you yelled back, slamming your bedroom door. The room went silent after your outburst. "What just happened?" Jeongin whispered, as the tension felt heavy to speak up.

Chan sighed, "She's been on edge since this morning. I tried probing it out of her, but got nothing. Let's give her some space and hopefully she'll come to us sooner or later," he said, upset with himself for not handling the situation better. Felix rubbed his back, "It's okay, hyung. I'm sure she'll confide in us when it gets too much. I trust her, we all do," he whispered, rubbing the back of Chan's nape. Chan nodded, "I trust her, I do. I can't help but worry though," he admitted, exhaling deeply.

You washed up and dressed yourself in comfortable clothes. Your pacifier is clean and ready to use; your Otter Skzoo awaits your warm hugs. Tears streamed like a heavy load spilling through your body. Soft hiccups turned into silent wails as you muffled your cries behind your plush. "Too loud," "Too needy," "Too much," you thought. "I can't do anything right; everything I do is a mistake. I'm a mistake. It hurts," you whispered, thoughts coming aloud as you whispered them under your breath. "It hurts so much," you choked up, clutching the Skzoo in your hands like a lifeline.

It didn't take long for your headspace to switch involuntarily. Your mind had to recover, and it found solace in being little. You crawled out of bed, needing someone to hold you. Your bigger thoughts were muffled with the innate need to be comforted. There wasn't a fear of being judged or a fear of being pushed away. Your mind needed one thing, and nothing could come between it. You bumped into Jeongin, tears blurring your sight as you looked up at him. Jeongin's eyes widened. "What happened, Angel?" he whispered, lifting you in his arms.

Your lips wobbled, "Waah", you wailed, sobbing hard against his shoulder. Jeongin lifted you to the living room, bouncing you in his arms. Everyone looked at you with concern and worry in their eyes. Jeongin rubbed your back, "It's okay, Angel. You're okay," he shushed, trying to soothe you, but it didn't have much effect. You hiccuped through your sobs, "Chus no wan' me anymore," you sobbed, burrowing into Jeongin's shoulder. A shiver ran down their backs. "What do you mean, Agi-ah. Of course, we want you," Changbin cooed, trying to brush your hair, but you swat his hand away.

"Lies! You're lying!" you wailed, sobbing harder. "Princess, we're not lying. Could you tell us why you think so?" Hyunjin whispered, rubbing your back with Jeongin. You hiccuped, "Jinnie called me twoublesome and and needy," you cried, whimpering at the memory. Hyunjin furrowed his brows, trying his hardest to remember when he said those words. A soft gasp escaped his lips. "Princess, did you overhear us talking?" he asked, rubbing your arm. You nodded your head, tears and snot coating your puffy face. Jisung cooed, wiping the mess.

Hyunjin sighed, "Princess, we weren't talking about you. Changbinnie hyung was complaining about running with Berry. It could've never been you, sweetie. You're far too important to us," he reassured, kissing your forehead. You sniffled, "Really?" you whispered, a slight lisp in your voice. Hyunjin smiled, "Really, really," he said, tucking your hair behind your ears. Your lips wobbled, "Lixxie and Minmin said I'm lacking and is falling behind," you sniffled, looking at them for an explanation.

Minho raised an eyebrow, "Cupcake, when did you hear that?" he asked, trying to recall. Felix gasped, "Hyung, was it when we watched her old audition videos?" he said, heading closer to you. Minho's mouth agaped, "Right. Agi, we were admiring how far you've come. You're one of the best dancers I've ever gotten to dance with. We were reminiscing about not teaching and guiding you earlier. You've grown so much as a person, Agi-ah," he cooed, booping your nose.

You scrunched your nose, "Not a burden?" you whispered, tilting your head. Seungmin nibbled at your cheek, "Never a burden, silly girl," he teased, chuckling at your squeals. Chan pressed his forehead against yours, "Baby girl, no matter what happens, you'll never be a burden to us, okay?" he whispered, wiping the stray tears dripping down your cheek. Your tummy grumbled, feeling hungry after all that emotional turmoil.

Jisung chuckled, "Luckily, we still have some pizza ready to heat up. Come on, Baby. Let Innie get changed," he said, carrying you from Jeongin's soaked hold. You sniffled, "Sowwy, Ninnin," you said, upset that his shirt was practically soaked in tears, snot and saliva. Jeongin pecked your forehead, "It's okay, Angel. Go have dinner, hm? I'll join you later," he said, patting your hair. "You heard the man. We have a little one to pamper," Jisung chuckled, bouncing you in his hold.

Your giggles filled the room. Felix sighed, "Does this count as her admitting that she's a little?" he asked, watching Jisung entertain you. Chan pursed his lips, "About 70% I'd say," he chuckled, shaking his head as Jisung made aeroplane pizza slices to feed you. Minho hummed, "We'll get there, soon enough," he said, sipping his lukewarm tea.