#crying of happiness and sadness is a mood for this kind of match

[schumi-nadal]

Dominic Thiem & Rafael Nadal - Brisbane Open 2024

A wonderful comeback but a heartbreaking moment. ❤️‍🩹

[giggly-squiggily]

Spontaneous Headcanon #33

CW: Drinking antic Hcs, swearing and Blue Lock Season 2 finale spoilers below the cut!

Cause I’m a slut for fixer-upper fics/headcanons

Sae is a lightweight. Like- “one shot and he’s wasted” lightweight. He doesn’t drink often if at all- bad for the athlete in him or something to that nature.

Naturally though when you’re boyfriend’s acquaintance with Shidou, you’re going to find yourself in all kinds of silly situations.

It’s the night of the U-20 afterparty; Rin had snuck off from the screaming, crying, terrible singing, and stuffing of faces around him (and that’s just winner-high Isagi) and is now sitting outside on the grassy fields of the soccer zone.

He’s tired and sad and not sure if he wants to cry, punch the wall, have a mental breakdown or just curl up and sleep right then and there when his phone starts vibrating. There are very, VERY few people who actually call him- his parents are rather hands off and only call in emergencies and Sae’s naturally not gonna call him. It was probably spam.

And because he’s in such a bad mood, he decides to entertain a spam caller with verbal abuse, so he hits the answer button without looking and raises it up to rip into the poor unfortunate soul when-

“Riiiiiiiin!” The world stops- Rin almost drops his phone cause SAE??? It can’t be him- this man sounds way too happy to be his brother. “Hello? Did I dial it wrong? Damn- hehe, I can’t make out the letters.”

And Rin’s just sitting there like “WTF?“ cause Sae sounds so off from his usual self- when was the last time he called him by name??? “Are you fucking drunk right now?”

“Shhhhh, shhh, shhhhhhhhh.” He swears he can picture Sae putting a hand over the phone as if to silence Rin’s shocked anger- “too loud little bro- too loud.” Then he drops a huge bomb on Rin like- “I wanted to tell you- you were so fucking cool today. Like so, so coooool.”

And Rin doesn’t know how to act cause what the hell was happening right now? Sae was drunk, and now he’s gushing about how the U-20 match??? He’s speechless- also who gave him alcohol? He’s about to ask how when Sae hits him with another drunk truth.

“Like- I can’t tell you this in real life cause like- you’ll get all weak or whatever; but I love you so, soooooo much, Rin. You’re my favorite little brother ever!”

“I’m your only brother” Rin points out, and Sae laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world cause maybe in his drunken stupor it is? “You need to drink some water. Go lay down or something.”

“I caaant. Once I do, I can’t talk to you anymore.” Is that- tears? Was Sae crying? He was an emotional drunk it seemed. “And I miss talking to you! You make my whole life better- I want to tell you about- about, eh? Where did I go again?”

“Spain.”

“SPAIN! Yeah, hehe- you can’t spell Spain without Pain.” Another laugh, another small whimper through a sigh. “I missed you. Hey- are you off soon? Stay with me; I’m home until the end of the next month. Let’s- let’s be brothers again.”

And now Rin can’t even talk because he’s choking to death on sudden tears as he covers his phone- he doesn’t want to believe it and doubts Sae will remember any of this by the morning but a small, small part of him is wishing for it. “We’ll see.” He manages to force out.

“Ayyy, that’s my brother! H-hold on- the captains being stupid- OLIVER SHUSH!!! I’m on the phone with my brother!” And Sae’s clearly delirious for the next part but it holds true “Are you still there? Did you fall asleep again on the phone? Hehe- you used to do that when I went away. Anyway; I love you, and I’m sorry for being such a dick.” He laughs again. “Hehe- dick. Anyway; come see me before I go- I wanna tell you about pain-“

“Spain. Go drink water.”

“Ay ay, captain.” The phone shifts as if Sae’s saluting with it. There’s more shuffling before a new voice comes on.

“Hey ever littler genius.” The captain. Rin resists the urge to roll his wet eyes. “I’ll get your brother to bed. Sorry- it’s my fault he’s drunk.”

Rin tells him he’s a terrible influence and Oliver laughs before wishing him goodnight and good game. Now he’s staring at the phone, watching his screen fade black and his tear stained face reflected back. He knew he was going to cry today- he just didn’t know how or when or even why.

“You good?” Hiori somehow finds him later- well after Rin wiped his face clean and clears away the hoarseness in his voice. If he sees the red in his eyes, he doesn’t mention it. Rin liked that about Hiori. He only knew him a few short weeks and already: he really, really likes him.

The next day or so he gets a text from Sae- possibly about forgetting the other night. Instead it lists an address with a link forwarding a pre-paid train ticket. “In case you need a place to crash.” Is all it says.

Rin doesn’t reply, but he does download the train ticket.

Just in case.

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Interview Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @mk-writes-stuff (here)!

I'll go with Corah (the main character of "Of Starlight and Beasts") because I don't think I've done this tag for her before!

Are you named after anyone?

"No, not really."

When was the last time you cried?

"I don't really cry all that often - at least not in front of people. At least I try not to. When I'm sad or something truly upsets me I just kinda, shut down and run off to try to find somewhere I can truly be alone. Then I cry. The last time I truly cried was when our kingdom was attacked by those horrid monsters a few months ago. It was chaos and I can't help but feel I could've done something to prevent it, even though that's a foolish notion."

Do you have kids?

"No, of course not, I'm too young for that, I'm only nineteen! I'm almost still a kid myself. And I've got a whole world to see, a lot of adventures to have, wrongs to make right and monsters to fight before I can start thinking about that. If I ever have children, I'll try to be like my Dad was for me - present and caring, as a parent should - not like my mother who left when I was little and never once looked back. Sometimes, because of her, I worry that - if I eventually have any children - I might not be a perfect mother, if I ever become one."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Only sometimes! It depends strongly on my mood and whom I'm talking to. If I'm happy, I might use sarcasm to make some light hearted jokes, if someone is doing something annoying on purpose I'll use sarcasm as a rebuttal, and so on and so forth. I try to be very careful not to hurt other people's feelings, because it doesn't hurt to try and be as polite as possible to everyone you meet - its common courtesy and even a simple smile and kind words might make someone's day much better, because you never know what they're going through. But on a less serious note, I tend to use sarcasm a lot with my friends - mostly because I trust them and also because they're incredibly sarcastic as well so they're able to match my energy very well!"

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"I try to understand a bit more about their intentions and morality, if they're trying to help people or if they're using power to cause harm to others. I can get a general vibe of whether someone is good or bad from a first impression - but I tend to give anyone the benefit of the doubt until I'm proven wrong. I also notice try to notice the little details that might give me some more insight into that person's personality and daily life. Sometimes the details speak the loudest, because everyone is so unique and different in their own personal way."

What’s your eye colour?

"Dark brown!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

"I personally like both! When I was a little girl I used to adore the kinds of tales that had very intriguing and scary events that the protagonist had to face throughout the story - the more epic and high stakes the obstacles the better - as long as the hero triumphed in the end. And to this day, though my taste in books has certainly matured that preference hasn't changed. I think that, when you grow up in a kingdom that is constantly beset by monsters and horrors born of dark magic, you learn that fear is a natural part of life, and you learn how to deal with it in a way that doesn't let it consume you - you learn to grow from it, and to use that fear in order to create a better future. My Dad comes from a long line of monster hunters, so I was naturally raised with a lot of tales about eldrich creatures from far off lands and the knights who defeated them."

Any special talents?

"I am a knight-in-training, and I take my training duties very seriously. Because of this I can say I'm pretty talented when it comes to fighting, especially with the use of swords, spears and daggers. I'm also good at archery and I've learned how to fight wearing plate armor (the weight of that amount of metal takes a while to get used to, but once you do it becomes pretty much second nature). Though I take pride in those talents I've nurtured, I still have a lot to learn - hubris can lead to fatal mistakes in a fight. I also like sewing and making simple jewelry out of daily items, and I think I can dance well enough to not make a fool of myself in front of everyone in a masquerade. At least I hope so!"

Where were you born?

"I was born in the capital city of Tirawen, and have lived there ever since. It's a beautiful city, with good people and an incredibly vast set of cultures, but its also a very complicated place - the nobility is trapped in a constant 'dance' of which House has the most power and influence, and as such, gossip and intrigues are a harsh reality one has to deal with when around the city's elite. The kingdom also is constantly beset by monsters, though due to the capital being in the heart of the kingdom, it is usually safer than the provinces, despite the kingdom's magic barrier shielding most of the land. Also, fun fact that some people don't know: due to our kingdom being constantly in contact with that same magic, people from Tirawen often have longer lifespans - up to 200 years old if they live really close to the heart of the kingdom where magic is the strongest! I just find that pretty neat!"

Do you have any pets?

"We have an old dog named Miss Hilde who is the sweetest little thing - despite her being the biggest dog I've really ever seen. She's incredibly playful, but don't let those big, seemingly thoughtless eyes fool you - she's a sneaky and sassy pup who likes making a mess at every chance she gets, because she knows she'll get away with it. Or at least that's what I think my dog thinks, haha."

What sort of sports do you play?

"Does jousting, horseback riding, swordfighting and other knightly duties - like archery, duelling, etc - count? I hope it does, because that's pretty much a lot of what being a knight entails - at least I'm constantly exercising, so hopefully I'll be a healthy and buff old lady when I eventually grow old, haha."

How tall are you?

"I've always been pretty tall for my age, which has definetly come with its own sets of advantages and disadvantages."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"Hmm. In my time at the academies I used to really like subjects such as 'History of the Ancient Realms', 'Handling Magic', 'the General Sciences of Alchemy' and every single class that had something to do with improving my abilities as a knight!"

What is your dream job?

"I think I've probably already talked your ear off about wanting to be a knight, by now, so I think we've got the answer right there, haha. I cannot wait to pass my Trials and be fully knighted as a soldier of the realm - then I'll be able to serve my country and protect the people from the monsters that lurk in the night, as well as bring honor back to our family name... Which is a very complicated subject for another time."

Tagging (gently, no pressure): @agirlandherquill, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories, @illarian-rambling, @elshells, @winterandwords, @writernopal, @moonandris, @eccaiia, @inky-duchess, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @thepeculiarbird, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @ybotter, @aalinaaaaaa, @autumnalwalker, @oh-no-another-idea, @cowboybrunch and OPEN TAG

[athousandbyeol]

stray thoughts on forcebook's acting

honestly, i'm not an OG forcebook fan. i wasn't there from their enchante days. in fact, i started liking forcebook's acting three weeks after a boss and a babe aired. so, i don't know if i'm qualified to state my opinion (because i once posted this on my now-deactivated twitter, and the discourse wasn't pretty), but here goes nothing.

forcebook's commendable acting in a boss and a babe

so, after episode 9 of a boss and a babe, i now believe forcebook are capable of carrying heavy roles. they're dynamic actors, and now it's clear how many facades both gun and cher are wearing. even though i don't watch enchante, from the clips i saw here and there, they've improved tremendously. and kudos to them for their hard work.

gun gungawin, at the beginning of the series, is very stoic, strict and unfriendly. he shuts people down with his signature cold stare. he doesn't have a close friend. he's alone, and he prefers it that way. he overthinks but doesn't show. i personally think gun doesn't like skinship because it creates this bond, and he can't bear the thought of losing that someday (like how he lost thyme). yet, when he meets cher, his walls crumble. he becomes friendlier and happier. he doesn't care about what others think (contrary to how he was before cher). p'force portrayed him really well.

then comes the sunshine, cher saran, the bright and kind of idiotic intern (sorry, cher T_T). he's the mood maker. he's everyone's helper. very selfless because he has a gigantic heart. he ducks every conflict and traumatising emotion like a pro gamer. he cares so much about gun, but doesn't know how to show it with words. he's goofy and silly. and he keeps all the pain to himself. he hides them in the deepest part of his heart because he doesn't want anyone to know. he doesn't like talking about his struggles because that's who cher saran is. but you see the pain in his eyes when the light goes dark. and p'book's ability to distinguish the happy cher and sad cher so smoothly blows me away every single time.

episode 9 is a whiplash of pain, heartbreak, sadness, confusion, betrayal, loyalty, trust, disappointment, true love and sacrifice. i just want to say kudos to forcebook for bringing guncher to life. i shed so many litres of tears last night. i still will cry if i rewatch ep 9.

my bias towards p'aof's works

i'm a huge fan of p'aof (the director/screenwriter of he's coming to me, 1000 stars, bad buddy and moonlight chicken). i adore his works because of his precision in crafting the characters, choosing the most suitable bgms, his vision, the cinematography, the richness of symbolism and metaphor in his works, and his ability to bring out the best in his actors.

i'm beyond excited knowing my beloved jimmysea is now under p'aof's wings with another potentially heartbreaking series, last twilight, soon-to-be-aired this year (or early next year). i know p'aof will trigger all these emotions and potential in jimmysea, and i'm just ecstatic to see them nailing mork and day.

so, i posted this thought on twitter, and some didn't agree. i do understand that p'aof's works can be quite conventional and old school, but hear me out; even though it is, he's so good at it.

and it's funny how when i look at forcebook, i'm like— damn, p'aof really needs to give them a script. i've been manifesting a forcebook + p'aof collab ever since.

perhaps, i am biased. because i like p'aof's style, and i'm confident he has that freaking good script for forcebook somewhere in his stash (or his galaxy brain), and i hope god listens to my prayers. but as always, it's ok to disagree. this post doesn't intend to impose my thoughts on anyone.

so, yes. i just hope one day, forcebook will get a very good script to match their abilities, because god damn it, please don't waste their talents. i'll be furious.

and i hope only friends will be the beginning of forcebook's reign because these men know how to act, and they're nailing it.

[carewyncromwell]

2, 3, 5, and 10 for Carewyn and Jacob

Have you ever started a rumor?

Carewyn: (smiles sheepishly) "Well, um...yes, actually. Once. I had been chosen to take the spare Chaser position on the Slytherin Quidditch team before their match against Hufflepuff, and I made up a rumor that I was scared of the Hufflepuff Captain, so that the Hufflepuff team would focus on picking me apart during the match. That way when I faced them as a real opponent, it, to borrow a phrase from Orion, 'threw off their center of balance.'" (grins) "It worked like a charm -- we won the match by easily over two hundred points."

Jacob: (grinning proudly as he ruffles her hair) "Aw yeah -- that's my Pip!" (laughs) "As for me, I didn't start any rumors, exactly...but Ashe did, on my behalf! When we and Liv first started looking for the Fear Vault, Ashe purposefully started a rumor that my greatest dream was to develop a cures for vampirism, once I graduated school. That prompted Slughorn to follow up with me and helped me coax him into writing a note to get us into the Restricted Section so I could supposedly learn more about werewolves and other Dark creatures." (grins) "Admittedly I didn't have to fake my interest too hard -- it'd be so cool if I could do it, and those books were legit interesting. I just wish we could've spent more time reading in there without having to focus so solidly on breaking the curse!"

What makes you laugh hard?

Jacob: (laughing already) "Oh, man, Ashe could always make me laugh. Pip can too, honestly -- she's always been a witty little thing."

Carewyn: "(dryly) Of course you had to have the word 'little' follow right behind that first word."

[Jacob laughs. Not long after, Carewyn can't bite back a giggle either.]

Carewyn: "I guess both Jacob and I tend to lean toward wordplay and wit most, when it comes to jokes. Jacob makes me laugh a lot -- Talbott and Orion do as well. Duncan used to make me laugh too. And admittedly when the people I love laugh, it usually makes it easier for me to laugh too."

Jacob: "That's true -- your mood would kind of reflect mine sometimes, when you were little: smiling when I smiled, crying when I was mad or sad." (smirks) "You were an adorable little mood ring. Though most of the time I think Mum and I were wrapped around your little finger, rather than the other way around!"

[Carewyn smacks his arm as she tries and fails to bite back a smile.]

Carewyn: "Oh, shut it!"

[Jacob laughs harder.]

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

Jacob: "Well, to be blunt, I don't believe in it. But if I did..." (smiles at Carewyn) "...whatever I ended up being...I think I'd just want to be with Mum and Pip again. Any life I could start with them in it, I know I'd be happy."

[Awww, Jacob! You got your little Pippa all emotional!! Carewyn leans her forehead on her brother's shoulder, her face turning away to hide her eyes.]

Carewyn: "(murmurs) ...I'd want you and Mum in my life too."

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

[Both Cromwells think on this for a long time. Carewyn has averted her eyes.]

Carewyn: "Mm, I don't think I'd trust anyone offering me anything just to 'win me over,' but..."

[She pauses.]

Carewyn: "(quietly) ...I would...be tempted by a way to change the past. Some way to make up for past mistakes, to...fix things. Make sure people got what they deserved, that they...got to live the lives they should've."

Like Rowan...like Duncan too...

[Jacob reaches out a hand to take hers and give it a squeeze.]

Jacob: "(even softer) Me too, Pip. (squeezes her hand tighter) ...Me too."

Deep Question Ask!

[gjjokok]

34 - January 7, 2024

Ok here is one more (hopefully short entry) not related to John

For some reason, it is affecting me so much that Tommy is now dating Nathan and is very most likely moving from NYC to SF in a few months to be with him

I had a dream about Tommy a few weeks ago (weirdly, while I was sleeping in Billy's bed after hooking up with Billy) where all that happened was Tommy moving away and me being sad because I knew I would miss him so much

It's weird - I know that me and Tommy would probably not be a perfect match romantically just given how we are as people. I dont think I'm jealous in a romantic sense or anything like that, but I really just have had such good times with him and other people here in new york and it's scary to think that it can't last forever. I honestly wish I could just freeze this moment in time (well maybe not this exact moment since I'm so upset about John, but like a few months ago) and just hang out with these friends forever. They make me feel so welcome and so happy and it's terrifying to think that someday we will all have separate lives with our partners and probably not hang out very often.

Am I just having a quarterlife crisis like everyone does? I guess my 25th year was pretty relaxed emotionally so now that I'm 26 maybe it's my time to freak out. I'm kind of in the mood to write letters to people so let me do the same with Tommy now, and I'm sure I'll do the same with many other friends in the near future.

Tommy:

I just met you recently (about 6 months ago) and our relationship has always been a bit strange since we are obviously attracted to each other, but I have always been with Kevin so nothing was pursued on either end. Despite sometimes you make comments that upset me, overall you have been such a positive influence in my life and I really appreciate the care, attention, and sympathy you have given me. I never expected you to go out of your way to be so kind to me, but you still did and you made me feel so welcome when I was new to NYC. Even though I was crying when you called me tonight at 4AM to talk about my feelings, it really made me feel so much better and it really showed to me who you are as a person and as a friend.

I can't exactly articulate why, but I am scared to lose you as a friend, and it feels like this will happen when you move away to SF. Again, I can't express how happy I am for you because I think Nathan is such a great guy for you and it seems like you will be really happy with him in SF, but i am just sad for my future without you in it as much. Going to raves/clubs without turning around and seeing you smiling back at me just wont be the same.

I love you and I hope we will be friends for a long time, far after you move to SF, and I just appreciate your presence in my life.

[oimelody-blog]

OCTOBER 8, 2019

It has been more than 3weeks since that fateful night. I am posting this not for sympathy or whatsoever; but to tell you that I miss you but I am now okay without you and that I'm happy for you. Though things didn't go as we planned 3years back, the memories that we shared will be forever cherished. I sometimes look back and get sad because I miss them, all of them; but I have realized that those times made us happy at the moment. We have nothing to regret. No amount of distance and time difference could over power the love that we had for each other. Part of my heart will always be with you not because I am still inlove with you but because there's a part of my heart that will always be yours.

Thank you is just a repeated phrase that I've been telling you since day 1, but I truly wanted to thank you for giving me the chance to love you and to take good care of you. Thank you for introducing me to your family and friends. Thank you for making me your priority. Thank you for believing in me when everyone doubted me- you were my number 1 supporter. Thank you for waking up at 3am just to match time with mine. Thank you for making me laugh when I'm not even in the mood to smile. Thank you for letting me choose your food so I could taste yours. Thank you for bringing me slippers because I love wearing high heels but complain a lot about it. Thank you for traveling for days just to see me. Thank you for being patient and understanding. Thank you for the unconditional love- I legit felt that and I appreciate it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the times when I'm too hardheaded and stupid. I'm sorry for those times when I disappoint and hurt you. I'm sorry for my shortcomings and for those times when I doubted your love to me- and my love to you. I'm sorry for those times when I couldn't be with you when you needed me. I'm sorry for being selfish sometimes. I'm sorry I'm so far from you. I hope you can forgive me just like I forgave you. You know how much you mean to me and I can only hope that at some point, I also made you happy as you made me. I am not mad or upset at you. I am disappointed but I don't hate you (though it'll be easier if I do so). Hehehe. Nevertheless I am very proud of you for realizing that you need to do what's best for the situation even though it is not with me anymore. I'm only sorry that I couldn't do more for you. But whatever you set out to do with your life, I wish you nothing but the best. I wish you legit happiness. And I wish that you accomplish all of your dreams you set for yourself just like how I'm almost there for mine. I wish you'll look back to the memories where we used to tease and annoy each other and smile- they were the only real thing that I had hold on to. You gave me more than what I deserved and for that; I will be forever grateful. I wouldn't be what I am right now if it wasn't for you.

Lastly, yes I kinda hated you at first. It'll be easier if I still do! Hehe I hated you for hurting me and breaking my heart. I've been dead for weeks because of what you did to me. Crying myself to sleep at night and waking up still crying the next day. I reached rock bottom and lost all hope to live. I wanted answers but I'm too afraid to ask. I'm in an endless pain. We have a bitter reality that the ones we love are most likely the ones who are capable of breaking us, tearing us apart and eventually kills us. Let it be softly or brutally, the end will be just the same. I've complained that it was damn painful and many times I cried. It choked me but I either struggle and care more or care less. Feeling so much that I couldn't feel anything anymore. Yes, my love for you had led me to this kind of death. But I forgive you because if not for my murder, I wouldn't realize how strong I really am. And for that i really wanted to thank you. Thank you for everything and thank you for letting me go.

I am now letting us go..

-melody♡ — with Axel Dagot.

[woobieiscool2]

I was very worried about today because I knew I'd drink yesterday, at my friend's wedding. I really didn't want to go to the wedding either, but it was for such selfish reasons. I was anticipating crying because of my loneliness and never being able to picture myself up there. But instead, I was just really happy for my friend. I did a lot of standing around because I didn't really know anyone. The few people I did know were the retired nurses I used to work at the hospital with that didn't even remember my name. That's okay, they're very nice ladies and I was happy to have been able to see them again.

My friend sat me at the table with all of his nerdy friends, he said they get together and play dungeons and dragons. I've never played and don't really have interest in it, but it was very easy to talk to them, and they were really funny and entertaining. I'm glad I stayed for a bit longer than I had planned. The food was nice too.

Anyway, I say I was worried because I know the affects alcohol has on mood. I know it's a downer and the following day is always physical pain, lethargy, and sadness. I felt some pain and I was fatigued, but I'd say I was okay today. Even more productive than I had anticipated. I went to get groceries, which I had been putting off for a couple of weeks. It's strange, I felt like the store looked so different.

I didn't cry at the wedding ceremony, I felt okay. I smiled a lot and tried to focus on my friend. He did cry a few times and wasn't afraid to say so. I saw him cry right when he saw his bride walked in, that must be such a beautiful feeling, I really did feel so happy for him and her as well. I did think of you during the ceremony as well. Both what would it have been like if you were sitting by my side watching the ceremony with me, and of course what you'd look like in a dress like that and walking towards me. I was still happy. I didn't really feel too lonely. One of his friends recognized me, which was nice, and I saw others look at me strangely when I was standing around sipping a beer staring out at the street looking at the cars passing by. I kind of enjoyed that anyway, I always like staring into busy streets. My friend was really accommodating too. He let me into the back room where he and his brothers changed and had a special stash of beers, he gave me one even though I don't really like those kinds of beers, and every time he saw me standing alone by a group, he'd stand between us and introduce me or work me into the conversation. I still struggle with finding ways to say hi or introducing myself. It's so difficult and I have no idea how to do it. I'm so glad his friend group figured out who I was as I walked to the table.

All in all, it was a nice day. And while this morning maybe wasn't the best, I think I'll fall asleep with a clear head tonight. (that word is so close) I'm also really excited for my solo trip in a bit over a month. I think that's helping my mood too. Knowing I have something to look forward to. There's a girl I matched with on a dating app a while back that is familiar with that city. I have no romantic interest in her, really no one I've ever met or talked to through those apps, I'll write about how horrid those are someday. But anyway, I want to ask her about the city and where I can find some music to watch. I'll be there 5 nights and have a few things in mind already, but I could always use more ideas.

I hope I can fall asleep quickly tonight.

[august-diehl]

Hi! I've seen that you take requests for hotd, especially for Aemond 😎 Could you please do a Aemond x Reader, where reader is a friend of his sister, but betrothed to another lord? Maybe someone who is mean to her or doesn't really care.

Thank you for taking requests!

Future Wife

A/N: I loved this idea, I hope you like it anon! Italics are flashbacks.

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K (I’m sorry that is short 😭)

Warnings: angst, violence, suicidal thoughts and fluff (let me know if I missed anything).

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime.

Masterlist

Being the only handmaiden for Princess Haleana was a true blessing, she was a kind woman and her children were really sweet. You’ve been in Kingslanding since you were a child, being from a minor House in the North made your prospects for marriage almost nonexistent. You were the youngest of seven, having five brothers and one sister. Your sister married really young, and she married well the second son of House Tully so your mother had big expectations for you.

Helena was your best friend, she always confided in you whenever she was feeling scared or happy. Alicent took notice when you came to the Red Keep with your family and requested that you became her daughter’s companion, your mother was ecstatic and left you in Kingslanding. You were sad for being away from your family but you weren’t going to miss the bullying your brothers inflicted upon you for years.

That was another person that you grew really close to, that was Prince Aemond. When his brother and his nephews gave him the pig, he came to you, his sister’s companion, the sweet girl that didn't have the heart to say to him, not because he was a Prince but because you were genuinely kind and you loved him but he didn't know that. When Aemond lost his eye, you were the only one that saw him crying he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of you knowing that you’d never make him feel less than others.

Years passed and your mother and father were getting impatient due to the fact that no Lord demonstrated interest in you, even though you were doing everything correctly, going to all the balls, giving favours for the knights that asked you for it and behaving as a proper Lady. Except for your relationship with Prince Aemond, everyone knew that he wasn’t fond of anyone that wasn’t his mother and siblings but he treated really well and that didn't stop the gossip around the Red Keep, but all of this stopped when Aemond killed a minor Lord for calling you a whore.

The man was clearly drunk the feast was almost finished, you and Haleana were dancing together, giggling and just being happy. Aemond was watching you and how your beautiful form was moving with the music.

The Lord was laughing a bit too loudly which made Aemond grimace, he hated how boisterous men could get once they had too much to drink. But nothing could make Aemond get in a sour mood, he was watching you the woman he loves since he was a child dancing and being happy.

“...truly a dragon’s whore.” Everyone that was with the man froze, they knew how attached Aemond was to you, and they knew that he heard those words coming from the drunk man’s mouth, he was the only one laughing. He didn't notice the mood changing once he uttered those words so he kept going. “I wonder how many of them she’s bedding.” That was the final straw for Aemond, he banged his fist on the table and the music stopped. You and Haleana were confused.

“Who are you referring to, my Lord?” The tension was thick, everyone was holding their breath waiting to see what Prince Aemond Targaryen would do. The Lord quickly sober up, but that didn't mean that he retrieve his common sense.

“The northern cunt.” The Lord points at you, everyone gasps and Haleana was quick to offer you comfort with a hug.

“Mmmm.” Aemond drew his sword, and everyone gave him and the Lord room to fight. They all knew that it was an unfair match but Aemond being always honourable wouldn’t simply execute someone without a fair fight.

The Lord draws his sword as well and they started fighting, Aemond was incredible to watch he was quick and precise and in a matter of minutes the man was gutted and drowning in his own blood.

“Anyone that disrespects a Lady in my presence shall meet the same fate.” With that Aemond left the Great Hall, and you took Haleana away from the bloodshed.

He visited you that night in your chambers, Aemond never confessed his love to you. He never tried to kiss you, afraid that if he did you would’ve rejected him. Despite Aemond being a literal Prince his insecurities told him that he wasn’t good enough for you.

“Are you alright?” You ran towards him, you weren’t afraid of his actions but simply concerned for his well-being.

“Yes, that fight was of little challenge.” The two of you shared a laugh, it was true that Aemond’s swordsmanship was known throughout all of the Seven Kingdoms.

“I am only glad that you are alright, but I must urge you to not do such things for my honour. I know that I have it, those words do not anger me.” You knew that Aemond was quite protective of you but you couldn’t have him getting in trouble because of you.

“No one shall insult or question your virtue in my presence.” He puts his forehead against yours, something he has done for years.

“Let’s sleep.” It wasn’t unusual that you and Aemond shared a bed, it was normal for the two of you. But neither one of you ever confessed your feelings for the other, so the thought was that he only saw you as a friend and vice versa.

After this incident, no one would ever question or gossip about your close relationship with the Prince.

You were now sewing with Haleana, due to her personality and the fondness that Prince Aemond held for you the other Ladies didn't want to be near you, but you didn't care Haleana was all the company you needed. Today the Queen and the Hand decided to hold a feast to celebrate the twins’ name day and you couldn’t be more excited.

“What are you wearing tonight, Heleana?” You knew that she didn't care about feasts, but you wanted to see her happy since her marriage with Aegon was less than ideal.

“You should pick a dress for me.” Heleana was thrilled with the idea, she knew that you had great taste and you’d choose a great dress for her.

“Alright.” You got up from the sofa and started looking for a dress, Helena had the most beautiful dresses but she didn't use them very often. You saw a green dress, it came from her uncle Lord Hightower but she never used it. “You should use this one.” You showed it to her, knowing that it wasn’t her style but maybe she’d say yes to her best friend.

“I love it, we should start getting ready.”

That’s what you did, helping Haleana get ready was easy she was beautiful anything looks good on her. You decided to make a nice braid on her hair, she always looked incredible in braids. Once you finished with Haleana you got ready as well, you were excited for the feast maybe Aemond would dance with you this time.

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The feast was in full swing when you and Haleana entered it, everyone made space for you and the Princess to get on the main table. Since you were Haleana’s best friend you were allowed to sit with the family. Everyone was there except the King, which you knew that made Haleana sad.

The feast was nice, everyone was talking and laughing after dinner everyone started to dance. You really wanted to dance, but since Aemond killing that Lord all those years ago no other Lord had the guts to talk to you, and Aemond never wanted to dance.

But that soon would change, Lord Boros’ son came in your direction, you knew the Baratheon’s men reputation, they were drunk and horny and often mean.

“May I have the honour of this dance, my Lady?” You were surprised, the future Lord of the Stormsland never even looked at you. You looked at Aemond but he refused to meet your gaze.

“I’d be honoured, my Lord.” He guided you rather forcefully, but you said nothing.

You quickly realised that the man wasn’t a good dancer but you decided to just bear it. The whole time that you were dancing with the Baratheon you could feel Aemond’s eye on you, knowing that he can become over protective of you.

“Have you spoke with your family, my Lady?” You found it odd that the man was asking you this question.

“Yes, they are coming to Kings Landing soon.” You thought that it was odd that your parents were coming, they haven’t seen you since you were a little girl.

“Then it pleases me to inform of our betrothal.” You stopped dancing to look at him, he was deadly serious. “Your parents were more than happy to let it be a surprise, but I could not wait.” He took your hand rather forcefully and kissed it, to anyone looking that could be interpreted as a loving gesture but he was hurting your hand. “The King must approve it, naturally. And we shall be married once your parents arrive.” You couldn’t breathe, he didn't even bother to get to know you. He went straight to your Lord father, you knew that marrying for love wasn’t something that you would have the luxury of but you thought that man would at least be your friend.

That night you cried until you fell asleep, mourning the fact that you would have to leave Kings Landing, leave Haleana and Aemond behind.

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Lord Boros’ sons was suffocating, he didn't allow you to spend time with Aemond. The only time that you saw him was when Haleana invited him for tea. Aemond wasn’t visiting your chambers anymore, you felt even more heartbroken you already lost your best friend, the man you loved in secret for years.

You loved walking around in the gardens, but ever since the news of your bethrotal you spent even more time here trying to run away from your future husband. Speaking of the devil, he was walking towards you.

“Are you spending time with that Prince?” How did he know?

“Princess Haleana invited Prince Aemond for tea, I am her handmaiden.” You didn't appreciate his tone, he was to become your husband not your owner. Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, really tight.

“The only reason we are to be married is because your family is blessed with sons, not like my useless mother that sired so many equally as useless daughters. You have no fortune, no land and no great name. That one eyed bastard only wants your virtue, did you really think that he would marry you?” His humourless laugh paired with the hatred in his eyes made you truly scared of him. “You’d be wise to know your place.” He released your jaw from his and left you alone, was this man you are to be married? A cruel and a drunk?

The next couple of days he only got worse, he didn't allow you to perform your duties for Princess Haleana, and she probably thought that you abandoned her but that couldn’t be further from the truth. You missed her dearly but you missed Aemond even more, you tried to see him but your future husband put a guard of his to watch your every move so now you only stayed in your chambers, mostly crying.

The doors of your chambers opened, there was your future husband and he was clearly drunk. That was when you were the most scared of him, he slapped you a couple of times and it left bruises on your skin.

“Are you still mopping about? Get it together woman.” He was a mean drunk, and couldn’t see why you were unhappy with this union.

“It is improper for you to be here, my Lord.” You hated how weak you sounded, you weren’t even married to him and he destroyed you already. The statement made him angry, and he punched you. You fell on the floor, you knew that you’d have a bruise around your eye.

“I shall do as I please.” He yelled but he left your chambers, you were thankful for that.

Aemond felt as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest, his father approved the marriage. Alicent saw the hurt on her son’s face, she always thought that the two of you would marry eventually but things don’t work the way we want them to.

Aemond had to see you, his sister was sad for losing you and before you left him forever he needed to see you. When he opened the secret door of your chambers, he saw your reflection in the mirror. You had a black eye and your lip was bruised, and you looked utterly depressed. Once you saw him, you ran towards Aemond and you hugged him tightly.

“I am happy that you are here, I must ask something from you.” You couldn’t spend the rest of your life like this, your future husband was going to kill you eventually. Aemond montioned for you to continue. “Kill me.” You were determined but Aemond could see the sadness on your face. “My parents are to arrive in the morrow, put a dagger on my stomach so I can rest in peace. No one would know that it was you, please Aemond. I can’t marry that man.” You were broken, and Aemond couldn’t bear to look at that, he had to do something.

“I must leave.” He kissed your forehead and left you, you finally broke down.

Aemond went to the only person that could help, his mother. Alicent was writing in her chambers when her son barged in.

“What happened, Aemond?” Her son never done this before, it must’ve been important.

“She can’t marry the Baratheon, mother. She wanted me to kill her, she was bruised.” It killed Aemond to see you like that, but the Baratheons were great allies for the upcoming war they were needed.

“By the gods, I thought the same so I’ve been getting a new marriage bethrotal between the Baratheons and one of my cousins. She is a warrior, no Baratheon would be fool enough to mistreat her.” Aemond signed relieved, knowing that his mother thought the same as him was as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Thank you, mother.” Alicent put her son in a tight hug.

“Do not thank me, her parents will be furious by this betrayal. We must offer something in return.” Knowing that her son would never take the first step, she made him do it.

“Then she shall become a Princess of House Targaryen.”

“That is perfect.” Aemond only hoped that you’d accept him as your husband.

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You heard a commotion outside your chambers, you put on a robe and went to investigate. Aemond was dismissing the Baratheon guards, and you were relieved by that. He felt so guilt seeing your bruised face.

“You musn’t worry, mother provided another marriage for that man. You are free of him.” You jumped and hugged Aemond, you were so happy.

“But my parents?” They would be furious, and probably disown you for throwing away such an advantageous marriage.

“I…” He was nervous, what if you rejected him? “I asked my mother to marry us. You are to become a Princess, I am sure that your parents will be more than satisfied with the outcome.” You couldn’t contain your feelings anymore, you kissed Aemond.

“That is all I ever wanted. I love you, Aemond.”

“I love you too, my future wife.” This time Aemond was the one to kiss you.

[kageyuji]

asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

[sweetpandorabox]

You break up with him - HP boys edition (Gender Neutral)

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel, I'm in the mood to do another listing style post, so this one is about how these HP boys would react when you break up with them, I'm feeling angsty so enjoy I love you. xx

Warnings⚠️: Angst left and right.

Word Count : 1,554

List of Characters:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Oliver Wood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…

Harry Potter :

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You fell out of love for him.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

He's been in an irritated mood for weeks and people tend to leave him alone because he snaps at anyone who frustrates him even more.

Isolate himself more and more from his friends trying to conquer the sadness and anger himself which takes a toll on him and get him physically sick.

He still looks after you and helps you without your knowledge, if he feels that you're doing something unsafe he'll follow you secretly just to make sure.

When you go and return the stuff that was his he cries over it because you don't need them anymore and that you're finally moving on from him, reality starts to set in for him that this is real.

Tries to act happy and feels better about the break up whenever you bumped into him and ask how he's doing, but nothing convinces you for a second no matter what you just smile it off and let him go with it.

Ron Weasley :

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You feel stuck and bored in this relationship.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

Stays in his dorm all day and skips a couple days' worth of classes just thinking and trying to adjust to the breakup.

He takes the opportunity to catch you and see how you're doing, just wondering if you're just as heartbroken as he is over the break-up and when he finds out you're doing better without him he starts to crumble.

He stops eating and would skip meals for days and days, his excuse is that he isn't hungry but then he fell ill and is forced to eat by his siblings and friends.

He surrounds himself with all his friends and would sometimes rant about how miserable he is without and would eventually ends up in tears every time.

He burns all the pictures, clothing, or letters you've ever sent to him so he can finally set you free from him and move on.

Neville Longbottom:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You fell in love with somebody else.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

He spends a lot of time crying in private at night when no one is awake and people would wonder why his eyes look so puffy or why he looks exhausted all the time, but all he does is lie about it.

Looks at old portraits and gifts or smells a piece of clothing he has kept from you just dwelling on the past wishing you'd come back.

He tries to talk to you still and is kind of in denial about the break-up, thinking that he can change your mind and he'll be better for you.

He returns everything that was yours and so did you, but he keeps one thing that was yours just for keepsakes because it reminded him of innocence and it smells like you he couldn't let it all go just like that.

He never tries to get out there and he doesn't even bother to look at other people, basically keeping himself single for the rest of his Hogwarts years to avoid another heartbreak.

Oliver Wood:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

He's too busy for you due to quidditch and graduating out of Hogwarts so he's never around.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

Takes his frustration out during Quidditch matches and practices getting extremely irritated by minutes that it's started affecting his performance as a keeper.

Can't stick around when there's a couple near him remembering what it was like when he was with you, he just leaves in annoyance.

He asks around about you to see how you're doing because he feels like a burden trying to talk to you himself and keep tabs on any guys that have been openly flirting with you.

He starts drinking alcohol and uses it as a way to get over the breakup, just to make it a bit easier.

He doesn't care much about Quidditch or Graduating from Hogwarts anymore not until his friends push him to finally move on and take care of himself.

Draco Malfoy:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You fight non-stop with him and it was getting toxic.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

Break and destroy things around him out of frustration and accidentally hurt himself in the process.

Strat's treating you the same as anyone else he dislikes and hates, he'd called you names or brought up something from the past but he does it out of the sadness and the feeling of wanting you back.

He gets a rebound as soon as he can and try to fix it all by going out and being with other people but no matter what it wasn't the same not even close.

He bad-mouths you for a while in front of friends thinking that he hates you for breaking it off with him.

He cries in frustration that he has so much pride preventing him from just coming over to you and saying that he still loves you so much and that he misses you.

Cedric Diggory:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You don't share the same future goals and values.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

Starts affecting his grades and academic performances, he has no motivation to study harder or stay focused in class because all he can think about is you so everything else he has to do in life becomes excruciatingly harder.

Tries his best to still be friends with you or at least be on good terms but he finds it hard to shut down those feelings he had for you before, all he wants to do is kiss you like old times.

He shut out all his friends which is so unlike him and would much rather be alone these days not being seen much around by others.

He begs you that you're making the wrong choice and that he can be better and that the both of you will be able to work out all the obstacles you both faced during your relationship.

He starts making bad decisions and hanging out with the wrong crowd just to get your attention, to get you to care that he's in a bad place and is finding it hard to move on.

Fred Weasley:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

Your family disapproves of your relationship with him.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

He barely laughs and jokes around anymore almost to the point where he lost friends because he'd become so distant and completely lost himself in the breakup.

He makes his own mom worried because he's changing drastically and is not being his usual self, but he always ensures her that he's okay which she hardly believes.

He barely starts any sort of pranks or jokes anymore, he usually sits still not really talking to anyone just minding his own business, and even to George he only exchanges a few words before he finished what he needed to do and leaves.

He doesn't want to remain friends with you, because he knows it'll be hard to hide his romantic feelings for you.

Once he gets over the sadness he tries his best to make you jealous just to gain attention or some sort of comment from you saying you miss him or you want him back.

George Weasley:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You don't like the way you are with him, you were happy once but not anymore.

What he's like during the break-up 👇🏻

Just like Fred he barely laughs and jokes around anymore isolating himself a whole lot.

Fred would try to get you off George's mind by suggesting or introducing him to new people that he'd date but it never seems to work out because he's given them all the slightest amount of attention.

He lets Fred do all the pranking and fun alone as he stops being the mitigator of the two, all he cares about is you at the moment.

Uses his beater positions in Quidditch to vent out his feelings about the breakup, so he's even more aggressive than he usually is.

He's less sympathetic during this period of time, not wanting to hear anyone complain or vent to him about anything as it feeds more into his already miserable mood.

Blaise Zabini:

Why you broke up with him 👇🏻

You keep hoping that he'd change his bad decisions and bad behavior.

What he's like during the break up 👇🏻

Gives you dirty looks whenever you're in class together or when you bumped into each other around the Hogwarts castle.

Threatens anyone that tries to get with you despite you not being his anymore, he just doesn't want you to get hurt again and he's feeling selfish.

He tries to avoid you and act like you don't exist even though it hurts him not to be able to talk to you or look at you.

He starts doing everything you always said you hated about him even more just to annoy you and get your attention.

Like Draco he tries to get a rebound and shows off that he's doing great without you, but on the inside, he's suffering loads.

[donutloverxo]

Good little wife

Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .

Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), dub con, older man/younger woman, arranged marrige, leaking nudes, daddy kink, blood play, virginity/innocence kink, loss of virginity, virgin reader, painful sex, misogyny, mob activities.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 8k

“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”

You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.

Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.

You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.

“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”

“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.

“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.

You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.

But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.

After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.

All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.

You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.

Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.

“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.

You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...

But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.

Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”

“I will,” Andy smiled.

You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.

“I do,” since you had no other choice.

“I do,” he repeated.

You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.

The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.

Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.

Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.

You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.

And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.

You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.

Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.

You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.

With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”

“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.

“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”

“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.

“What?”

“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”

“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”

“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.

You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.

He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.

“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.

“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”

You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”

“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.

“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you frowned.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”

You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...

“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.

“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?

He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.

You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.

No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice

“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.

Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.

And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.

For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.

You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.

But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.

You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.

With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.

So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.

After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.

Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.

You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.

“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.

He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.

“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.

“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.

He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.

He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.

But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.

“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”

“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.

Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?

“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.

“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.

He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.

You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.

While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.

Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...

And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...

“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.

“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.

You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”

“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.

Something was horribly wrong.

Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.

He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.

He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.

Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was

It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.

He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.

“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.

Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.

But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.

He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.

You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”

“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”

He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”

“What difference does it make?” you huffed.

“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.

“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”

“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.

“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.

“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”

He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.

“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”

“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”

He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.

While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.

You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.

He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.

He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.

Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.

He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”

“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.

“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.

And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.

“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.

“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.

You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”

“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.

You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.

You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.

He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.

“You like it, honey?” he asked.

You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”

Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”

“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him

He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.

“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.

“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”

“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.

He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.

“Mmm... I can’t tell...”

“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.

You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.

You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.

Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”

“What?”

“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.

“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.

“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.

He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.

“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.

You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.

“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.

His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.

He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.

One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.

“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”

You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.

“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.

He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.

He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.

“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”

You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.

“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.

Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.

You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”

It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.

“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.

“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”

“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.

He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.

“No...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.

You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.

His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.

Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.

You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.

You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.

“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.

He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”

He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.

“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”

“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.

He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.

You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.

Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.

Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.

He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.

You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.

He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.

“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.

You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”

He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”

You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.

“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.

You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.

“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”

He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”

“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.

“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.

He’d make you take it.

You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”

You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”

“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”

You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”

“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”

“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.

You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.

“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.

“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”

You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.

“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”

All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.

He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.

But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.

Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.

You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.

“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”

You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”

His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...

“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.

“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.

“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.

“I love you,” you beamed up at him.

“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”

He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.

He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.

His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.

Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.

“It hurts!” you screamed.

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.

“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,

A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.

Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.

You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”

“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”

You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.

“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.

He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”

You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.

“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.

“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.

“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...

“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”

You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.

Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.

“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.

He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”

He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.

He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.

“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.

“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.

You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.

“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”

“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”

“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.

You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.

You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.

His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.

His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.

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Prince of Silence (Prologue)

[Hello, this is an A.U. of Leatherface: The Beginning. I accidentally deleted this chapter. Oops. ]

It was a stormy night, and the wind beat against the widows of the castle. Today was not a good day for one, Luda May Hewitt. The Queen had just come back from the funeral of her late husband. Luda felt like the weather was matching her mood, cold and depressed. Charlie, or Hoyt, who liked to be called, hadn't been much help as he wasn't close to his Father, so he naturally avoided the whole ordeal. At least Monty tried to comfort his poor grieving sister, though it did little to soothe the wound that Luda felt, but at least it was something. Luda closed her eyes, and it felt like she could still see him, hear him. The man that Luda had fallen in love with so deeply. If she could cry anymore, she would. The tears had all but run out, and now all left was the burning feeling in her eyes. A loud knocking was heard on her door. Luda jumped for a moment before she quickly wiped her eyes and opened her bedroom door to a flushed face servant.

"What is so important that you interrupted my time of grief?" Luda didn't mean to be harsh, but she wanted time. It was hard enough not to crumble into a mess while they carried her love off in a coffin to be buried with the other royals. The servant bowed as he looked up again.

"My apologies Ma'am but there is something you must see at once" What on earth was so important that she had to see it? Couldn't Monty deal with it? Or even Hoyt? Whatever it was, Luda wasn't in the mood to see whatever it was, but if necessary, she would go and hopefully come back to her room to mourn in peace. Luda let out a small sigh as she left her room to follow the man to where her attention was needed; she didn't get a break even in her time of need. Loud voices could be heard, and lots of people were talking over each other. To put it plainly, it was quite the chaos in the dining area by the time Luda arrived. Strangely both Hoyt and Monty were there, so why was she needed so badly?

"Just get rid of it; we don't need another problem and especially one that's this fucking ugly", Hoyt snarled out. As usual, Hoyt is vulgar as ever.

"No, we need her opinion on this. If we decide without her, Luda will be very upset. You know how she feels about these kinds of things," Monty replied; at least he had a cool head about whatever was going on. The small gathering of people was still arguing amongst themselves until Luda cleared her throat and was faced with the gardener, Hoyt, Monty, two guards and three maids.

"About time you got here; now we get rid of that thing and move on with our lives", Hoyt grumbles; he didn't look happy, but when did he ever look happy? Now Luda was even more confused. Getting rid of what? Then a shrill cry disrupted her thoughts as she gazed at where the noise was coming from. On the table was a badly beaten cardboard box with a small child inside it with raggy cloth around its body. A child?! It looked like it was born relatively recently and was hungry. It looked normal, except its face had a slight deformity. The poor child has a cleft palate, and the nose shows signs of decay. Most likely due to an infection.

"Where did you find this poor child?" Luda reached down and scooped the crying child into her arms. Who could be so cruel as to leave a child alone to die in the harsh world? This wouldn't stand. The gardener stepped forward with a sad look on his face.

"I did, Ma'am; I was going round to feed the pigs and found the child. He didn't sit right with me, so I brought him in, and well, Mr Monty said, " You should be involved with what happens to the child" He looked pretty upset when he described how the child was found.

"You found him with the pigs? Was there any note or anything else left with him?" Luda was getting upset; she had already had a feeling about why the boy was left with the pigs. But being upset was going to solve anything. She needed to know more.

"No, Ma'am found him naked in the box alone in the pig pen; I hope this isn't true, but I think somebody tried to kill the poor boy by feeding him to the pigs" Ah, there it was! Luda was correct, although she didn't enjoy being so. Her hands glided over the thick tuffs of brown hair. Whoever this wasn't kind, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was what was going to happen now. Luda rocked the child gently to her chest as his cries started to slow into soft murmurs.

"That is exactly why we should get rid of it; not even the ugly bastard's mother wanted it", Hoyt jeered from the side. It was clear that he wanted it gone. But not on Luda's watch; she wouldn't abandon this child-like its Mother. No, she was going to raise it as her own and give him the love and care he deserved.

"Did you see anybody leave the child?" Luda faced the guards, now ignoring her rude son. He did not help.

"No, Ma'am, whoever did this must have done so when the guards were changing or on a break," The left one said. It only made Lud'a heart break even more. The thought of the poor being left devoured by pigs without care."

"What do you want to do with the baby? Everybody turned to Monty, who looked the calmest of them all. Then, they all turned back to Luda. It was her choice, and she was going to keep the baby. It had been a while since there were children in the castle, and Luda wanted to feel happiness again; maybe this child could do it.

"I'm going to keep him and raise him as my own" Luda faced the child; he had a round face and was quite a big baby. Whoever gave birth to him must be in some pain. "THE HELL YOU ARE! WE DON'T NEED THAT THING! THROW IT BACK TO THE PIGS!" Hoyt slammed his hand on the table, his face red with anger. The sudden loud noise upset the child, and he began to cry again. Luda started once again to calm the child down with small rocking motions.

"I am Charlie; he will be my son like you are. I don't care if you disagree, but this is my choice and what I say is final" Luda calmed him down slightly again, only for Hoyt to get even angrier.

"How many times must I tell you? It's Hoyt. H. O. Y. T. Not fucking Charlie, and no, that thing will be gone" Luda stared down at her son with no emotion; this did make Hoyt back up slightly.

"Your Father named you Charlie, and that is what I will call you. I may be your Mother, but I am also still the Queen; this child will be adopted by me, and that is final" Luda's voice was calm and held an authoritative tone. This was not up for debate; Hoyt could see he was not going to win this one; his Mother was more stubborn than he was.

"Fine, but all of this is one big fucking mistake, and if and when it blows up in your face, don't come crying back to me" As Hoyt talked, he stepped closer to Luda until they were face to face. This was his final attempt to get his Mother to see why accepting that brat was a bad idea, but Luda stood her ground, unflinching. Fine, let this be the hill that she dies on. Hoyt storms off, and the two guards follow suit but bow in respect as they pass Luda.

"I hope you know what you are doing, Luda; Charlie isn't going to be nice to the child", Monty spoke out. He didn't want the child to stay either, but when he saw his sister's eyes when she saw the baby, he knew there was no choice; he was going to stay.

"I know, but he is going to have to learn that you don't get everything in life" Monty knew there were more reasons why his sister was keeping the child but chose not to pry. This kid could help his sister overcome the hardship of losing her husband. Maybe.

"What are you going to do now?" One of the servants asked Luda if she was the head maid, so if anybody was going to find out what was next, it was her.

"Maria, could you find a wet nurse for the child. Gloria, sees if you can help find clothing for him that we have. Charlotte, see if you can find a cradle so he can sleep," Luda orders the maids to follow. They bow and leave to do as they are asked. Luda couldn't help but stare into the child's beautiful eyes.

"What's his name?" Monty could already see the positive effect the baby was bringing to Luda. Maybe this child is what she needed to feel better again. He only hoped he turned out better than Hoyt did.

"Thomas, Thomas Brown Hewitt" Luda's finger reaches out as Thomas's hand grips her pinky. Yes, Thomas Brown Hewitt, his name shall be, and he will be a fine young man.

[Howdy, sorry I accidentally deleted this chapter like an idiot]

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 9: 90s Week!

Taken down in VERY real time

I am once again reiterating that I would die for Daniel Durant

Not Vinny saying “salt and pepper” 😭 

The pros are once again SLAYING

DANIEL AND BRITT LOOK SO GOOD OMG 🤩 

Oh I can just feel in my bones that Trevor and Emma are gonna slay this

THEY SLAYED I KNEW IT

8s???? Really?? I think that deserved at LEAST all 9s 🤨

Oh Shangela is KILLING it but I mean water is also wet

THE WAY THE AUDIENCE CLAPPED FOR LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE

More tens for shangela methinks?

ANOTHER 10 FOR SHANGELA THANK YOU CARRIE ANN

Wayne really said I stay booked and blessed 💅😌 

Carrie Ann is in SUCH a better mood tonight I’m living for it

Wayne ATE that ngl

WAYNE IS BACK ON TOP BABY!!! 🙌🏻 

The way Daniel talks about his moms makes me just  🥺   

Daniel’s literally out here about to make me cry

“I’m so happy I can share my heart and soul with Britt.” No one touch me I am SCREAMING

THEM DANCING IN SILENCE IM YELLING

Daniel and Britt’s matching necklaces I’m on the floor they are fucking soulmates idc 😭 

Derek tearing up and his voice breaking talking about Daniel’s dance 🥺 

TENS FOR DANIEL HOLY SHIT IM GOING INSANE

Daniel and Britt each doing half of the “vote” sign so that they’re both doing one sign together god help me

“I don’t want this to end for me and Charli.” Heidi I hate to tell you this but NOTHING’S ending any time soon for Charli 😅 

Heidi I want to feel bad for you but I also kind of want you to go home

Idk I’m still not feeling anything new babes

God this is the first time I’ve ever agreed with Len 100%

Bruno just GRABBING Derek all the time is so funny

YUH GET IT SASHA AND DANIELLA

I think it should have been two 8s instead of one I think she’s still being over scored

Can Gabby and Val stop being good please

I did NOT know Bruno could say “sex bomb” on Disney plus

NOT BRUNO AND DEREK TAKING OFF THEIR SHIRTS LMFAO

FUCK they got another perfect score 

“(Vinny) is living proof of the power of your votes.” IM SCREAMING THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO HIM LIKE THAT LMFAO

I swear to fucking god if Vinny survives the double elimination I’m gonna lose my shit

Koko is really doing her damn best my girl is fighting for her LIFE

“I am not supposed to be here right now.” Well at least he knows it

29???? Oh yeah my man is going DOWN

Listen not to be queer but like Charli and Mark both look SO GOOD BRO 😍 

CHARLI’S KICKS???

Ngl Charli and mark actually have such a good partnership 

ALFONSO THROWIN DOWN WITH THE PROS I LOVE IT

Jeez so much perfect scores tonight 😟 (I am getting very scared for Daniel and Britt)

Why did Shangela and Daniel have to go up against one another 😭 

I’m not joking I’ll cry if Daniel and Britt go home

OKAY WAIT DANIEL KINDA SLAYED THAT

Aw yay go Shangela!! But I’m sad for Daniel 😭 

Honestly they were probably the best to be paired up cause they’re both such good sports and I think they’re friends so that was fine

Okay I’m gonna guess right now that Vinny and Heidi are going home (update: yes the gift of prophecy is nice thanks for asking)

Yes of COURSE Trevor was the winner why did we ever act like that was actually a competition 

NOT WAYNE CALLING HEIDI OUT SAYING SHE’S A TRAINED DANCER LMFAO

Wayne and Whitney are slaying this don’t play with me Bruno 

WAYNE AND WITNEY FOR THE FUCKING WIN BITCHES!!!

Okay Charli and Gabby this is the one I have NO idea how this one’s gonna go (but I hope charli wins)

I’m sorry but Charli and Mark ATE that idk how Gabby and Val are gonna top that

YES CHARLI GET IT

I swear to god if Vinny and Heidi don’t go home I’m gonna lose it

God those five points really do make a huge different jeez 

YES DANIEL AND BRITT IN THE SEMI FINALS FUCK IT UP AAAAHHHHHHH

HEIDI AND ARTEM ARE OUT THANK GOD

Okay judges come on now you canNOT pick Vinny over Trevor

“By the beard of Zeus…” Derek Hough you are the love of my life

I love that NONE of the judges are even trying to act like this is a hard decision 

VINNY IS GONE FINALLY THANK GOD

This was a great episode!! It was so nice to see my favorite couple (Daniel and Britt, in case y’all couldn’t already tell) get the tens they deserve!! I’m so nervous but so excited for the semi-finals next week!

[palaceofpassion]

Can we get some follow up for that one involving Jaune breeding Nuts and Dolts. Maybe either Ruby’s turn or the Bees getting bred while the three already breed ladies watch.

Part 2 to @dam1994s original ask!  This time its Ruby’s turn, also the reason I didn’t label the first as NTR.

“Ruby.”   

This didn’t feel right, it hadn’t felt right for a while now, but now that he actually got the chance to take a look at Ruby’s face he felt torn up about it.  “I’d let things get too far…”  

“Y...yes…”  

She couldn’t even look him in the eyes, staring lifelessly towards her sheets.  Patting the sheets in front of him he called his young friend over, “Come here.”  He’d have to fix this, “Sorry Penny, we’ll continue later if time allows it.”  He’d have to take control of the situation, things had gotten far too out of hand.  

“No problem, friend Jaune!  Come Ruby it's your turn!  Oh I can’t wait!  I can’t wait till we’re both big and pregnant!  Round bellies with wonderful life in them!”  

Jaune rolled his eyes, but left a pleasant smile on his face, that was till he saw how demure Ruby was.  The once adventurous team leader was disheartened, broken, just sad.  He felt like he’d kicked a puppy, though maybe it was better to say Weiss had.  Who was simply smiling at him, to which he shook his head in disappointment.  “Ruby, sit now.”  

 And like the broken puppy she was, she made her way over to him, slowly meandering forward until she was kneeling a foot away.  “Look at me.”  When she didn’t respond, he simply grasped the bottom of her chin, lifting it slightly so she could shift her gaze to match his.  “Ruby.”  

“I’m ready…”  

He could tell how unready she was, the dark bags under her eyes from crying or with how red her sclera was.  She wasn’t doing well at all.  “Ruby, you’re not, and you’re not okay.”  He took a deep breath as he brought his right hand to her cheek, gently sliding his thumb beneath her eye and clearing the falling tear.  “Ruby, if you didn’t want this, you should have said no.”  

It took her a moment to start speaking, her lip trembling as she did.  “But… but… I would have… everyone would have been disappointed in me.”  

“I would not have!”

Penny spoke up, dancing over next to them, thick droplets of semen dripping from her pussy as she landed next to Ruby.

“I wouldn’t have either.”  

It looked as if Ruby wanted to say something, but Jaune spoke before her.  “She really wouldn’t have.  Weiss is just a…”  He turned towards his wife, who simply smiled at him, like the princess she knew she was.  “A sadist, a very hardcore sadist.”  

“You know it~”  

“But… she said… and…”

“Ruby, if you didn’t want you or I to get pregnant you should have said something!”  

“But…”  

“Ruby, it's okay.  We can stop here, I...”  He scratched the back of his head as an uncomfortable silence followed.  “I’m sorry Ruby.  You shouldn’t be.  I should have noticed you weren’t feeling great.”  

“I should have more so.”  Penny once again chimed in.

“I just… I want Penny to be happy… but watching her being taken by you… and seeing her face… she was…”  

“Oh Ruby!  I’m sorry!  It was just my first experience with a cock and… and it FELT REALLY Good.”

“Penny not helping.”

“And Weiss was saying…”

“Sorry Ruby, I tend to get REALLY into it when Jaune starts to fuck other women.  I do care for you… but it's really hot.”  

Again he rolled his eyes at his wife.  “And… I don’t think you’d want to have sex with me.”  

“Wait no I-”

“HAH!  Jaune not wanting to have sex with you?!  Are you serious!?”

His face started to flash hot as a sudden realization began to dawn on him.  “Weiss, you better not.”  

However, that didn’t stop his wife.  “Ruby!  He’s had a HUGE crush on you for as long as you knew each other!  Did you think he just had a thing for Pyrrha and me?  Ohohohohoho!”  

“What?”  

Jaune felt his face flash really hot.  “Weiss, that's enough.”  

He tried to sound as threatening as he could, but Weiss was having none of it, instead she simply smirked and nodded, “Okay~”  He didn’t like the way she said that.  Either way this was a moment for Ruby, not for his wife, he’d get to dealing with her later… he hoped.

“Right, well… Ruby I think you’re insanely attractive, I actually thought I’d be having sex with you first.”  He couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head as Ruby turned her attention back to him, her eyes widening at the sudden realization.

Gone were her previous fears, the strange sensation she felt in her belly from watching her wife being bred by a man… by her best friend, instead a new strange flitty feeling filled her.  She felt a little woozy as she began to finally take in Jaune’s form for the first time.  She’d known he’d gotten rather muscular back during their adventures but… looking at him now well… she liked what she saw.  And when her eyes fell a little lower?  She found she REALLY liked what she saw.  So much so she had to fight back the urge that pulled her towards reaching out and stroking it, all on her own.  

“Jaune?”  

“Yeah?”  

“Can you… can you go slow?”  

Then he smiled at her, and this time, instead of the rotten feeling that had overwhelmed her earlier, she felt a genuine sense of warmth fill her.  

“Of course Crater Face.”  

“Hah, thanks Vomit Boy.”  

She allowed his fingers to run through her body, gently coasting down her back and curling at the soft swells of her rear.  A small shudder ran through her spine, and a soft gasp escaped through her lips.  A sudden lightness filled her as he drew close, the edge of his p...dick pressed against her already moist sex.  “You sure you want this?”  

“Ye...yes please.”  

“Alright.”  

Her lower body tensed as the sharp pain struck from her crotch, her tight slit began to unfold before the firm strength of his shaft pressing further inside of her.  “O...Oww…”  

“I can stop.”  

“N...no keep going…”  

She did her best to ignore the cheers coming from the side, Penny obviously fully in the mood.  Or the snide smile coming from Weiss as she watched her ‘man’ have his way with another woman.  She knew her friend meant well… but she wasn’t going to concentrate on her wife or Weiss at the moment.  

She wanted to concentrate on the fullness running through her.  Through his hands gently running against the back of her head, stroking through her dark locks.  She wanted to concentrate on the sudden bulge in her belly that slowly rose to the top of her stomach and the new sensation of the tip pushing against her cervix.  She felt fuller than she’d ever felt, her body, finally easing into a pleasurable sensation.  “Oooph~  Okay, I think… I think I’m good.”  

“You sure?”  

“Yeah.”  

She nodded back to Jaune, who pressed forward, his body suddenly towering on top of her.  Her body began to sink into her mattress as he applied all his weight down upon her.  Her legs pulled back as he shifted his thighs to pry them forward.  She… she’d looked it up before, but she realized this was a mating press.  “Sorry Rubes, I may get a little crazy but I re-”

“He wants to breed you so badly Ruby~  He wouldn’t shut up about it all the way here.”  

“Weiss!”  He hissed at his wife.

A fiery blush kissed Ruby’s cheeks as she realized both Weiss and Penny were now surrounding her.  “Nope~  I’m going to tell her all about it… besides, it's not like you can do anything, you’re cocks all nice and warm inside her tight little cunt, you probably don’t want to pull out huh?”  

She looked back upon him, her silver eyes scanning his suddenly reddening chest.  She felt a mighty feed of satisfaction fill her as he simply began to gyrate his hips, grinding their crotches together as he buried his cock deep inside of her tight little hole.  Her pussy tingled, the brustling of his pubic hairs scritching at her entrance was doing funny things to her, and she really liked it.

“Did you know Ruby?  That he used to have a crush on you at Beacon.”

“Wei-s.”  She felt him try to pull out, her body wanting more of him instinctively reached out, her arms wrapping around the tall of his back, her legs tightly winding around his hips pulling him down.  Besides… she kind of wanted to hear the story.  

“Well~  You see, he would tell me about what he thought about you… especially when you wore those cute little pajamas, the ones that hugged your tush.”  

“Wei-”  

Weiss ignored him,  “He’d tell me about how he used to imagine, pushing you down, taking you away, dragging you to some closet far away where Yang couldn’t get to you.  To pull your clothes down, sliding his big ol cock into your cute little slit.  How he wanted to breed that cute little pussy of yours, you REALLY turned him on, you know that?”  

“Re...Really?”  

“Ye...yes…”  She could tell he tried not to admit it, but the twitch inside of her sent little happy feelings through her.  

“Not… not Yang?”

“No…”  

“Yep~  He wanted YOU, wanted to breed you, to pump you full of his seed.  He’d tell me about how many times he just imagined putting a baby into lil old you back in Beacon.”  

“Weis-”  

“Tut tut tut~  Not done.”  

She felt a low growl erupting from within Jaune, his chest vibrating as he suddenly pulled up and then THUMP she felt the air knock from her lungs as he rose up and slammed his massive cock inside of her.  Her body suddenly aching for an all new reason as her insides were split apart, her womb shifting upwards against her stomach.  She felt him pull back again as he prepared to lunge back in once more.  

“You know~  He used to tell me, that when RNJR went out, you guys had food problems sometimes, and well you were a growing girl so-”

“Weiss stop!”  

“He would sometimes cum in your soup, you needed protein after all… that of course didn’t stop even as we went on… sometimes I would help pump his cock, make sure you had all the energy a growing girl needed.”  

She felt REALLY hot all of a sudden, all those tasty meals she had… that salty sweet flavor she used to love… it all made sense, and… and she tried to look back at Jaune, but then his chest pushed down on her, his hips reeled back and- THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. 

Like a wild beast he’d lost control, his hips now jackhammering into her.  Any and all resistance proved futile against his powerful strikes, her rear bounced off the bed, as his heavy balls smashed right into her plump ass.  Her cheeks turned a bright red as the heavy set orbs smashed into her with every lunging thrust.

Her insides churned, and her womb began to beg for more!  A new experience began to overwhelm her.  His arms tightly wrapped around her back, draping downwards as his fingers sunk into her fatty ass.  She gasped again, biting into his musculature as he continued his relentless pace.  

She couldn’t keep a hold of herself anymore, even more so when Weiss began talking again.  “You remember how a few of your panties went missing?” 

 THUD

He slammed into her again forcing her further into her bed, his thrusts having enough force that she was afraid he’d break it!  Or worse, break her at this rate!  

“Well~  He has a collection at home, most of them were used of course.”  

THUD THUD THUD

“AAAAH!”  

She screamed out in pleasure, as he violated her insides, her cervix turning black and blue from the relentless beating he placed upon her.  His nails started to carve into the soft round curves of her bottom, digging into her fleshy exterior as he tried to practically fuse the two of them together.  

She wanted to cry out, a mixture of pleasured pain swirling inside of her.  She wanted to say something, but her throat burned, his aura seeping into her body sending violent chills throughout.  She received no warning as he pushed himself down, pressing ALL of his weight down on her small sleek figure.  She couldn’t tell what was happening at first, her pussy numbed from the sheer force of their sexual escapades, but when her womb began to fill her ovaries hungrily drinking the new found liquid spreading within her.  She knew he’d cum inside, that the reason he was clinging to her so tightly was to make sure that not. A . single. Drip. would. Spill. Out.

Her toes curled as SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT He unloaded gallons of spunk within her.  Her body shook to its core as a powerful orgasm filled her, the new sensation of being filled, the womanly parts of her finally over joyed to have fulfilled their mission.  She lost it.  “AaaHhHahaha!”  She held on, her fingers sinking into his back, clawing against the strong musculature, holding onto dear life all while her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out and her everything started to collapse.  

“Oh dear~  She couldn’t handle it…”  

“Ah… dang… damn it Weiss why’d you have to say that.”  

“Oh please!  You WANTED to do that.”  

Jaune rolled his eyes again at his wife, though he didn’t deny her claim.

“Sorry Penny, we may have to wait ti-”

“Breed her more!”

“But sh-”

“She’s stuck to you!  Make sure she’s all nice and knocked up!  Do it!  Do it!”  

Jaune felt a new found fear for the plucky Orangette… maybe there was something up with the color Orange.  

“Fine.”  

Well, he felt bad for Ruby, but he DID have a job to do.  “I’ll go again.”  

THUD THUD THUD 

And so he refused to let up, even as Ruby hung tightly to him on nothing but instinct, her senses frayed and broken.  He’d have to make sure she was nice and knocked up, after all an Arc always kept their promises.

[cherry-interlude]

Ranking Lana Del Rey’s covers

NOT the live performances (stage or radio etc.). This is also my opinion, and all subjective.

Cry Me A River

This doesn’t feel like a Lana song - usually Lana cleverly makes covers her own, whereas this takes the instrumental straight from the source and slaps Lana’s voice on top. She is wonderful, of course, but it feels nothing more than a personal experiment.

You’ll Never Walk Alone

Lana pulls this song off well but it just doesn’t feel like her song. It tends to drag and I think it could have benefitted from some extra instrumental. It feels very much like a bare bones cover rather than a passion project (for music, I know she donated to charity with this song) and I rarely listen to it.

Happy Birthday, Mr President

Lana encapsulates Marilyn Monroe beautifully and honours her with a tribute to one of her most memorable moments, but as it was tacked on to National Anthem it loses its power. If it had been a separate release in some way I think it could have shone more.

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

I’m not fond of this cover personally but Lana reshapes the track to fit with her voice and Honeymoon, and she does a good job of it.

For Free

It’s a lovely cover, and the other vocalists are wonderful. However, I always skip this song, uninterested by it (a subjective reason rather than objective). Lana does pick a good song for Chemtrails Over the Country Club, and the mixture of voices/female talent is feel-good.

The Good Life

A somewhat dreary yet heartstring-tugging song, The Good Life doesn’t feel complete or particularly strong compared to a lot of her other covers but it’s a decent job and gets me in the feels.

Chelsea Hotel No.2

It’s a slow track, with Lana’s drawling and rich vocals warm to listen to. I don’t tend to listen to this song much more out of personal taste. However, Lana owns this song beautifully and perfectly suits her Ultraviolence era - the moodiness, the seductiveness, the sadness.

Summertime The Gershwin Version

There’s a definite summer feel to this song, an uneasy instrumental with a light touch. It’s gentle and meandering, perfect to imagine a summer’s day to, and it would be great to hear more offbeat (in terms of vibe, not sound) songs like this from Lana.

Once Upon A Dream

This Gothic rendition of the classic Disney song certainly fits the darkened Princess story perfectly. Lana delves into villainous territory, her voice steady and almost warning as she uneasily vocalises and hums. However, I have to want to listen to this song and find the right mood to fit it.

Blue Velvet

Long, drawling and sprawling. Lana reminds of the film of the same name (which the song is heard in) and has the perfect Gothic-retro feel to make this vintage song timeless. I prefer to listen to other songs on The Paradise Edition, but Lana underlines her ability to go to different genres, eras and sounds whilst bringing her own personal touch to make it fresh.

Season of the Witch

This is perfect for Autumn: plucky, strange and bringing to mind a black-gowned witch causing havoc in her sixties neighbourhood. Lana gets the little vocal whispers and retro-feel perfect, and she emulates the right kind of personality for it.

Summer Wine

Lana is innocent, feminine and seductive in this tale of deceit and crime, and she uses all of her country-touched charms to bring the Western thief of the story to life. She matches Barrie James O’Neill’s deep twang perfectly, and they complement each other’s voices naturally. The music is also wonderful, as are her light-hearted vocalisations and her personality bled into it.

You Must Love Me

Lana is tender, raw and honest in this wide-eyed interpretation. There is a hopefulness to Lana’s voice, a gentle desire and a simplicity that lets Lana’s interpretation just enough from the original to bring something different. Lana isn’t the brash, glamorous lush she often acts as in her music (particularly her first few albums), but instead gold-hearted and soft.

Some Things Last a Long Time

This could be a Lana song. It suits her Ultraviolence era prettily, a barren, cold and dead-eyed gloom-song. Lana is subtle, heartbroken, yet strong and clear in her words. It’s a beautiful version, and deserves multiple listens to appreciate this often forgotten pearl.

The Other Woman

Lana takes the perspective of the quietly simmering and sad wife and flips it, pouring melodramatic grief into the character of the other woman who never has the man two women love. It is perfect for Ultraviolence, and the added record-playing effect to the sound sends you to another era entirely. It’s wailing, it’s pained and it’s bitter, easy to bring tears to the eyes.

Doin’ Time

This song sat happily on the charts and it’s easy to see why. It’s easy-going, breezy and certainly Lana’s own in this version. It’s a little bit different to her other music - one of her more bop-ish tracks, with hints of seductiveness, danger and eye-rolling insults. However, the dance-friendly music and the dollop of sunshine that radiates from this summer track is hypnotic.