#i need to know or i’ll scream to the high heavens

[sebsxphia]

oh fuck OFF

[swornbutch]

please princess, i’m begging you. don’t make me break my oath of protecting your sweet noble pussy, even from my own throbbing cock. you’re much too tight dove, i won’t let you jump in my lap and impale yourself on my heat. i’ll grip you by your pretty waist and hold you over me no matter how much you squirm and rock your hips for more of my length. my precious little masochist, i need to protect your wet slit from your own urge to tear and bleed yourself on my thick puppy cock. i’ll only let the tip spread your plump lips, kiss circles against the twitching hole begging to suck me in deeper. i won't let you shift your weight on it and force yourself around me… my apologies, darling princess.

the more you whimper and beg with your gushing hole, the more my resolve weakens. please be my good girl tonight... let me be gentle with you, i can give you delicious pain in other ways, princess. just let me spoil you properly. let me carry you to bed and taste your desperate slick, slip my drooling tongue inside your pulsating hole. let me get my fingers in you, princess, i’ll stretch you out nice and slow while i memorize the curves of your insides. is this where you like it, baby girl? is this the spot where your loyal knight belongs? i know how your majesty likes it, i'll rip one orgasm after another out of you to warm you up.

oh, princess… your grace’s cum tastes like heaven. please, i need so much more of it... sloppily lapping it out of you builds me up into a greedy frenzy, please forgive me for losing control… forgive me for defiling your precious princess pussy with my dirty dog rut. this big, leaking, loyal cock can’t wait any longer, princess… the taste of your cum is on my lips and tongue, it’s all over my face and up my nose, all i can smell or think about is your divine cum.. you’ve put a spell on me, your highness. i don’t even remember what an oath is. all i know is that i’ll die if i don’t bury my engorged cock inside your tight hole and pump ropes of my hot, treacherous cum against your royal cervix.

let me mount you and invade you, princess, your guard dog is desperate to pin you face-down into your lacy pillows and breed you raw. such a good girl... grip me with your tiny pussy skewered on me, milk every last drop out of me baby. i'll slap your adorable ass all you can take, until its swells up red and radiating heat. scream and cry for me all you want princess, is this what your pussy needed so badly? being fucked senselessly by my huge dick and leaking my cum like a whore? i deserve to be beheaded for desecrating your pretty pussy like this, but tonight you’re all mine, princess… i’m going to violate you til dawn breaks in your chambers, and i’ve filled every exquisite hole of yours with all my devoted dirty dog cream. please let me always stay by your side as your knight, your grace, i was made to be an eager hound at your pleasure.

[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know Part 1

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OFC

Summary: Jake and Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Mason (you) have been best friends since diapers. You’ve been there for each other every step of the way; middle school bullies, broken hearts, baseball games, grad school and the Navy. Jake’s shaken to the core when a mission goes south and he takes his medical leave at home, knowing you’re the only thing that’ll make him feel okay again.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI-this chapter doesn’t contain smut but future ones will, discussions of death and cancer, swearing, etc.

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Jake always thought the whole ‘life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die’ saying was bullshit.

But as his jet plummets toward the ground and smoke fills the cockpit, he realizes it’s true; with one exception.

Every memory features you.

The engine failure alarms serve as the background music to each one that flies by. On the first day of kindergarten when you took his hand to lead him inside because he was too scared to go in alone. Being each other’s first kiss the night before Becca Wilson’s birthday party since seven minutes in heaven was rumored to happen. The relieved smile when you found out you were allowed to play on the boy’s high school baseball team since there weren’t enough girls for softball. How you blushed at his whistle when you walked down the stairs in your prom dress. The way you melted when he handed you the black lab puppy you wanted so badly after grad school but couldn’t afford. Finally, the heart-wrenching sobs as he held you when cancer stole your mom 6 months ago. He never wanted to hear it again.

Will you cry like that if he dies?

“No,” he mutters, picturing your tears, your devastation.

Is it better or worse that you don’t know he’s in love with you?

“Hangman, I need you to eject,” your voice whispers.

His brow furrows. You’ve never called him by his callsign.

“Charlie?” He mumbles, unconsciousness fighting to pull him under.

“HANGMAN! EJECT!” Rooster screams, pleading over the radio.

He snaps out of it and adrenaline pumps through his veins when he sees the ground rapidly approaching.

Everything goes black when he pulls the ejection handle.

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“…recovery is at least 12 weeks. We’ll get you transferred to NHCP-“

“No. I’m going home,” Jake interrupts the doctor. He hates everything medical; between the needles, blood, fluorescent lighting, antiseptic smells, he feels like he could crawl out of his skin.

“Lt. Seresin, you’re going to need a lot of assistance. Help showering, stairs are out of the question, you can’t drive, daily physical therapy-“

“I know. I’ll have help at home and I know a great physical therapist,” Jake says in a tone that leaves no room for discussion.

The doctor hesitates before resigning with a sigh. “Alright. I’ll get the write the orders and finish your discharge paperwork so we can get you out of here.”

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A loud crash from your front porch has you sitting straight up in bed with a racing heart.

The hair on your dog’s (named Cash, after the Man in Black himself) back stands straight up as he growls low in his throat.

You slip out of bed and pick up the baseball bat you keep by your bed before creeping down the hall behind your dog.

“Charlie? It’s me,” Jake groans through the door. Cash relaxes when he hears Jake’s familiar voice and his tail starts to wag excitedly.

You drop the bat and throw it open. “What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?!” You laugh, but it dies when you see him on the ground. “Oh my God, Jake! What happened?! Are you okay?!” You gasp, crouching to help him onto his back. Cash stays back, sensing something isn’t right.

“I lost my balance on the step trying to juggle my suitcase and these fucking crutches,” he grits out, trying to right himself.

“Leave the crutches. I’ll hand them to you once I get you up. On three, okay? 1,2,3,” you say, hoisting him to his feet. Well, foot.

But before you can hand him the crutches, he wraps you in a tight hug with a choked sob.

“Oh Jake,” you whisper, tears prickling in your own eyes. You’ve only seen him cry a handful of times, and never like this.

You rub soothing circles on his back, only releasing him when he finally relaxes. “Let’s get you inside and off that leg.”

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“You look like awful,” you observe as you get him settled on your couch.

“Thanks,” he grimaces when you elevate his foot.

“What am I working with here?” You nod to his cast.

“Fractured the 2 bones in my lower leg. Nothing else is broken, I’m sore everywhere and my shoulders are pretty bruised too, but I was lucky.”

“You had to eject,” you conclude when he pulls his collar to show you the dark purpling.

“Yeah, in a heavily wooded area, hence the scratches on my face. I suppose it was a good thing though, slowed me down a little before I hit the ground.”

You bite your lip to stop the many questions on the tip of your tongue. He looks so exhausted, in pain, and not ready to talk about it yet.

“I’ll make us something to eat and I’m going back to sleep for a bit. You look like you could some too.”

He nods in agreement. “I haven’t slept in days…I just wanted to get home.”

“Well, now you are and can rest. I’ll be back in a few.”

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“Here, take these,” you hand him some over-the-counter pain meds and a glass of orange juice once he has some food in his stomach.

“Thanks, I’m sorry to drop in like this. I don’t-I didn’t think things through, I just needed to get out of that hospital-“

“It’s okay,” you interrupt, unable to watch him getting more and more anxious. “Really, Jake. You know I’m always here for you. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Charlie. So much,” he says, voice cracking. But he clears his throat and changes the subject. “This couch is amazing, but do you really need 50 pillows?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and roll your eyes. “Yes, I really do,” you say, smacking him gently with one of the said pillows before handing him the remote. “Wanna find something to watch while I throw these in the dishwasher?”

“Sure, thanks again.”

“Welcome,” you reply, ruffling his hair like you always have. It used to drive him crazy but now he relishes those touches.

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“Yessssss, Joe Dirt! I haven’t seen this in ages,” you say, throwing a blanket over him as you come back to the living room.

“We watched it last time I was home,” Jake says, giving you a look.

“Yeah, that was 5 months ago though,” you reply. Recalling why he was here.

Your mom had died early on a Tuesday morning. It was as peaceful as it could be when cancer ravishes someone so quickly. Cash was curled around your legs as you held one of her hands in yours, while Jake’s mom, Ruth held the other. Jake’s sister, Emma, played with the short hair that started to grow back when she stopped the chemo like she always did when she was little. Jake’s dad, Tom had a hand on her leg while he hummed ‘I’ll Fly Away’.

Jake’s family left once the funeral home took her body away after much convincing and reassuring that you were fine, and finally you could fall back into bed. That’s where you stayed for the next 18 hours until Jake found you, so empty and unlike yourself. He was on his way home when he found out Lisa had taken a turn for the worst, but she went downhill quicker than anyone expected. Your first tears fell as he climbed into bed and held you when the sobs wracked your body.

You’re not sure what strings he pulled but he stayed with you for 3 weeks. He helped you bathe and dry your hair the day of the funeral, making you smile when he said he couldn’t do make up. He held your hand at the service, and talked to everyone who approached to give their sympathies so you didn’t have to. He cleaned up her room, packed her clothes into totes, and arranged for the hospital bed to be taken away so you didn’t have to look at it.

“You could go years without watching it and be able to recite it by heart with how many times we’ve seen this movie,” Jake sighs dramatically.

“It’s my favorite. Can you blame me? Look at that mullet.”

“That’s what does it for ya? Maybe I’ll have to grow one,” Jake jokes, lifting his head as you sit down and resting back down on your thighs. Cash jumps up on the other side, resting his head between Jake’s and your stomach.

“Don’t tease me, you’ll turn me on with that visual,” you laugh. “Can you do the white-trash facial hair too? That combination? Phew! Panty dropping!”

He looks up from your lap and laughs for the first time since the accident.

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The tension leaves his body as your fingers run through his hair, and he’s asleep within minutes.

Your chest tightens as you look him over; the dark circles under his eyes, a cut under his chin has stitches that will need to come out soon, the purple bruising by his shoulders when you shift his collar, and his leg swelling above the cast.

Yet he’s as beautiful as ever. He’s always been attractive-cute as a boy, hot as a teenager but downright mouth-watering as a man. You started to develop feelings in high school and hoped when you went your separate ways after that those feelings would fizzle out, but they didn’t. They were always simmering on the back burner with the absence, rising to the top with every reconciliation and boiling over when he took care of you 6 months ago.

You aren’t sure how Jake feels. He’s always been a flirt but sometimes you catch the heat in his eyes and the way he reaches for you before catching himself. As much as you long to find out, you aren’t willing to risk ruining your friendship.

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Jake’s choking, panicked gasps wake you a few hours later.

“Jake, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead before you think better of it.

His eyes fly open and his panicked gaze meets yours. Cash comes over and nudges Jake's hand with his nose, whining until Jake puts his hand on his head.

“Take some deep breaths with me. In…one, two, three. Hold…one, two, three. Out…one, two, three. Good Jake, again.”

You repeat it until his breathing regulates.

“Charlie, we need to talk. I need you…r help.”

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A/N: I think this is the first thing I’ve written without smut. Don’t worry, it’s coming. Sorry this was a little short, but it felt like a good stopping point.

Fun fact: Joe Dirt is the movie my husband and I watched the first time we hung out (back in 2009 🥴)

Every interaction is appreciated but I really like hearing what you think ☺️ Especially since this is the first time I’ve written something not based around smut haha.

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[bitchinbarzal]

hell is a number | F Minten

part two of hell is a dance floor

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He felt like he was on cloud nine.

They’d just clinched, they were headed for playoffs. His rookie season and they were headed for playoffs.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

His phone rang in his stall, Nick handed him it as soon as he walked in

“What-“

“It’s Y/N”

Fraser’s Adam’s Apple visibly moved as he gulped and took the phone and held it to his ear.

“He-“

“You don’t get to follow me home from the club, call me and say all that soft shit and then have her standing in your jersey!”

His eyebrows furrowed “What?”

“You know how bad that hurts? I think that outweighs dancing with a random stranger in a club! I had to watch her parade about all night wearing your stupid fucking jersey-“

“Hey, Hey! Where are you? Are you safe?” He asked, stepping out into the hallway to hear better.

“Fuck you, Minten! Don’t say that! Don’t ask me-“ you drew in a deep breath “This is hell, I’m torturing myself by being here. You’ve moved on and I’m not sure why I came”

Fraser was more confused than ever “Are you high? Do I need to come get you? Please, baby-“

“Stop calling me that!” You screamed “Stop fucking calling me that when you don’t mean it! I came to scotiabank because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the minute you left and then again when you left my apartment just to find out you’ve moved on-“

“I haven’t!”

You sigh “Fraser don’t lie I saw her, Blonde hair she was literally with your entire family”

The line is quiet

“She was pretty, I don’t blame you. I just called to say goodbye I guess”

Fraser was thinking really hard, wracking his brain for some sort of conclusion before he asked

“Go home”

“Excuse me?”

“Go home, leave the door unlocked. I’ll be home soon”

You don’t know why, but you listened and went home.

You sat on the couch, apartment only lit by candles when the door opened and he stood there, hockey bag over one shoulder, his hair still wet from the shower.

You stood, nervousness written on your face

“You-“

He dropped the bag, striding over to you and pulling you into him, kissing you.

When you got the chance to breath you asked “What about-“

“Little brothers girlfriend, she’s nice, can’t wait to meet you” he rambled before sticking the lips on you again. The two of you getting carried away as you kicked off your shoes while walking to the bedroom.

The two of you lay in bed, that same way you did years before. His finger drew shapes on your back.

He mumbled “Heaven is holding you like this, my world in my arms”

You didn’t speak, just kissing his chest until he continued

“Hell I knowing I have leave you in the morning”

You lifted your head and whispered against his lips “Then don’t leave”

You felt his hand reach for the back of your head and pushed your lips onto his before pulling away and mumbling “Don’t let me”

When the morning came, the sun came through the blinds you turned on your side expecting to see him laying there in all his beauty.

The bed was empty, it was cold.

Your hand reached out to his side, running over the indent he’d left in the pillow “When will I ever learn he’s-“

“I think I broke a plate but, I made breakfast”

You looked up, there he was standing in your doorway holding a plate with breakfast and a coffee with a silly smile and his glasses falling down his nose.

“Now this, is heaven. God, I’m in love with you”

[sp-by-april]

age gap with kenny!!

He’s the neighbor who helps with yard work since we live with our grandma, and he sees fem reader sitting on the porch reading while he mows the lawn

so they both fuck on the porch when the coast is clear!!!

I love the scenarios you guys are coming up with for these age-gap fics omg!! Also, I was imagining the video for Call Me Maybe as I wrote this lol. Kenny parkours around the town as Mysterion all night, I just know his body is 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Kenny x F!Reader

[Submit a prompt!] [Kenny McCormick Master List]

I live with my Grandma for a lot of reasons that I won’t bore you with. Regardless, she needs a lot of help around the house; I can’t do everything and keep up with high school at the same time.

So she hired Kenny.

I really liked him. It didn’t hurt that he was cute as hell.

I was sitting on our porch swing and reading one of my favorite books while he mowed our lawn. We had a little bit of land, so it took some time. I watched the sweat gleam off his muscles in the sun and I had this weird urge to just fucking lick his bicep.

I did my best to reel in my thirst, but every time I glanced up at him, I felt a wet warmth between my legs.

When he finished mowing he stepped on the porch, “Hey, will you tell your grandma that I’m done for the day?”

He pulled off his wife beater and used it to pat his face dry.

He even had perfect fucking abs, I couldn’t stop staring. It took everything inside of me not to lean over and run my tongue over them.

I absent mindedly fanned myself with my book as I stood, “I’ll let her know,”

“Thanks,” He looked me over, “You okay? You should go inside if you’re too hot,”

“You’re fucking hot,” I blurted out.

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckled at me.

I broke the seal. It was now or never.

I stepped forward and pushed my chest up against him, “Yeah,”

“Whoa, Kid,” He put his hands on my shoulders, “What are you doing?”

I sucked a quick, uneven breath, “I want you. I do think you’re hot. I was watching you sweat and all I could think about was putting my tongue on you,”

“...Fuck,” He shook his head, “You’re too young, we really shouldn’t–“

I kissed him and soon he slid his tongue in my mouth. I set my hand on his chest and slowly skimmed it down over his wet, rippling skin.

Our tongues continued to roll over each other as I unbuttoned and unzipped him. I pushed his pants down to his thighs and was mesmerized. His cock looked amazing. I almost dropped to my knees right there. He was painfully thick and leaking so much precum. I wanted to suck and lap at the mess.

I didn’t get a chance.

He grabbed my hips, turned me 90 degrees and bent me over the porch railing. He reached up my skirt and yanked my panties down to my knees.

I almost asked him why he was in such a rush, until I remembered my grandmother could catch us at any time.

He rubbed the tip of his manhood along my wet, anticipating slit, picking up and spreading around my desire for him.

I gasped sharply as he pushed into me and buried himself completely in the very back of my core, testing the limits of my silky walls.

When his hips started to shift into me, I couldn’t believe how much pleasure he was driving into me. Hell, he felt like heaven.

I began to moan shamelessly as his hands reached around and massaged my breasts. His thumbs swept over my nipples and he gave them both a small pinch and I whimpered pathetically.

I was glad we didn’t have any neighbors nearby.

One of his hands slid up my throat and under my chin. He tipped my head all the way back so that I looked into his eyes as he leaned completely over me. God, the eye contact was so intense, I’m wet just thinking about it.

He kissed me hungrily as he began to really thrust into me hard. Harder. Harder.

Kenny fucking me was so consuming and overwhelming that when he pushed me over the edge, I nearly screamed.

My eyes rolled back as my every muscle seized up more than I ever thought possible. My legs started to shake and I prayed that my knees wouldn’t buckle. Every bit of the bliss he had been driving into me swelled, crested, and crashed into me like a tidal wave. As it washed me away completely, a loud, quivering moan poured from my lips and my soft, warm walls fastened up around Kenny, and gripped his cock like a vise.

He groaned deeply, almost as loud as I was, and I felt a thick pain as his hips abruptly bucked up into me. His hands squeezed my throat and breast, while his cock pulsed and pumped me full of his hot, wet seed. It was so intense that it felt like he was stretching me out more and more with each sticky spurt.

He panted over me and ran his hands down my body as he came down from his climax.

He felt so good and was so much fun that I wanted to ask him if we could do it again.

As soon as I opened my mouth, the front door opened.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

PERDITION

@moderator-monnie made a fic and I wanted to make one too. So have the fanfic version of how everything began.

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The day was calm, warm, peaceful. A perfect day for taking it easy. And for Sonic, Amy and Tail, they were. They had a blast telling each other stories, having drinks and food from the Mirage Saloon, a place that they haven’t been in in ages.

“Oh man, I forgot how good the drinks are here!” Sonic trilled with his usual strange mix of a drink in his hand.

Tails nodded in response. “Yeah. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve been here. Makes me sad we don’t visit often.”

“I’ll say!” Amy entered. “Their deals for happy hour are to die for!” She received a smile and a second nod from the fox. But for Sonic, he was rather silent.

“Uh, speaking of happy hour… are we sure it’s still going on? Cause it seems rather dark to be 7.” He pointed out the window to a dark crimson sky, the entire world seemingly turned to shades of red and purple.

“That is… concerning.” Tails replied.

“Must be from Eggman. C’mon, let’s check it out!” And after he placed a bill onto the table, he ran out the door with Amy and Tails in co.

And boy, what a sight did they witness stepping out into the street. The look of terrified people screaming and running down the streets to any place that they could use for shelter, unsure of what to make of the situation, but nonetheless still terrified. But what were they running from? Well, as the group looked up to the sky, they found their answer.

A ginormous being, almost as big as the titans Sonic had faced before, standing there amongst the town. It’s figure so normal but uncanny, peaceful but unnerving. At the moment it didn’t do anything, it just stood there as it looked around, observing the creatures who seemed terrified of its sudden presence.

“What is that?!” Amy gasped.

“Whatever it is, it’s freaking everyone out!” He turned to his friends. “You two help anyone who needs it. I’ll let Super Sonic handle the big guy!”

They both nodded, but Tails paused. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” He said.

“If this guy is here to cause trouble, then I’m gonna be that trouble!” He gave the fox a grin before he zoomed away at the speed of sound, past crowds of people, up the sides of buildings. He made it as high as he could before the emeralds circled him, and in a flash he began to glow that bright golden colour of hope.

His presence now had caught the beings attention, as it watched him fly up like a comet in the sky, powerful and bright. Sonic could sense that it felt rather amused by all this.

“Alright buddy!” He shoved a finger out. “I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m already sick of seeing your ugly mug around here! So you better start explaining yourself, or I’m gonna— huh?”

Before he knew it, light shone from his chest, and in an instant, the emeralds flew out of him. He looked around and he and the emeralds were still suspended high above the ground. “Wha- what the heck?! What’s going on?!” He stammered as an anxiety fell over him.

He froze, as when he looked back ahead of him, the figures eye was only a few feet from his face. And as Sonic stared back, he could faintly hear a voice enter his mind.

“You’ll do nicely.”

And everything went black.

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On the ground below, Amy and Tails helped direct people to any place safe. To buildings or modes of transportation that lead them out of town. Anywhere else seemed better than witnessing what was going on out here.

“Is that everyone?” Amy said.

“It seems like it.” Tails answered. “Hopefully Sonic can—“

A bright light caught their eyes, and looking up they saw a horrific sight that made their stomachs turn. A bright light emanated from Sonic, and soon engulfed him, like a beam of light shot out from the heavens above. It lasted for only a moment before the light disappeared. The being gone, and Sonic plummeting to the ground below.

“SONIC!” Tails yelped in horror seeing his brother’s body lifelessly fall. He lifted up Amy to a platform, closest to where he assumed Sonic would be.

“Oh Sonic, please be okay.” Amy wavered.

“SONIC! Are you there?” Tails called out. “Please! Say something! SONIC!”

Silence accompanied them. Only the gentle sound of wind broke it. It was an uneasy silence, one that would make anyone’s hair stand on end. Luckily that lasted only for a few but long seconds, as something arose from the seeming abyss that Sonic had fallen into.

It was him, or well part of him, it looked like him. It had his signature blue quills, but it didn’t have his face. Instead, all that was there was a hole, an endless void that was only accompanied by a single eye. A tattered cape laid neatly on its shoulders, and a floating halo rested just above its head. But that wasn’t the worst of it, no. As tied to the cape, and embedded neatly into its halo, we’re the chaos emeralds that Sonic had in him once before.

Amy and Tails could only watch in horror as the being stood itself up and gave a deep sigh. It didn’t even notice them at first, but once it did, it didn’t move. All it did was glance down at them, waiting a moment before it finally spoke.

“Oh.” It said. It’s lower lid curling up to mimic an invisible smile. “Hello there.”

[simpforfandoms]

Here with me

a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)

summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things

genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

word count: 2665

warnings: language, not proofread

masterlist

“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.

5:48

You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.

“Okay”

He reads it almost instantly.

And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.

“hey what’s up?”

“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.

“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”

“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”

“No of course not,” she says

Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.

“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.

Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.

•

1 hour earlier

“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.

“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.

Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.

“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”

“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”

Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”

•

knock

knock

You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.

“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”

You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.

“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.

“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.

Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.

“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”

She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.

“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.

As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.

“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.

“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”

“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.

She turns away again.

“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.

“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”

“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.

“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.

“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”

“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”

“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”

“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.

“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.

“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.

She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”

You both laugh through the tears.

“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”

Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”

Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.

“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.

You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”

You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.

•

“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.

“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.

“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”

“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.

Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.

“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.

“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.

"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.

"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.

"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"

"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.

That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.

"See y/n gets it." He shrugs

"Yeah, I do."

There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"

When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".

"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.

Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.

"Dick, please look at me." You say.

"I can't," he whispers.

"Why?"

He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."

You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.

"Please don't go yet," He says.

"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"

You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.

"Y'know I love you" You say

"I know."

"Dick you can tell me anything"

He sighs, "You already know the truth"

"But I need to hear it from you"

He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.

"I'm Nightwing"

You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.

"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.

When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.

"What?" You question.

"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.

Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.

"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.

"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.

You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.

[samdeancass]

Standing on the Side lines

Requested by: @cokecola4211

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, John x daughter!reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff

Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Y/N

T/W: Reader has autism, Meltdown.

A/N: I have a younger brother who has autism. If you need any support or just need somebody to talk to, don't hesitate to drop me a message.

Description: When Y/N has a meltdown after things around her become too much  to handle, Sam and Dean come to her rescue and help her through it. John, however, stands on the sidelines not knowing what to do.

Being a hunter is hard enough, but being a hunter with autism is a completely different story. Most of the situations you had been in, you were able to handle, but there are one or two times where you just had to let everything out, with your brothers there to help you through it. 

You, Sam, Dean and your dad were all on a family hunting trip to gank a very powerful ghost. You were already feeling a little weary of the bar you had just entered, seeing a bunch of off-putting people outside but the new sounds invading your ears and the irritating smells making their way into your nose, you were finding it harder and harder to keep yourself calm.

Sam and Dean noticed that your breathing was beginning to quicken so they thought it best to grab a table at the very back of the bar, completely out of everyone’s way. John made his way to the bar to order the drinks as you took your seat at the table, holding your head in your hands, trying to shield away from the world.

You could feel a squeezing on your knee and you immediately knew that it was Sam trying to calm you down, it was yours and his thing whenever anything gets too much. You could feel your heartbeat slow a little as your body began to calm down. 

John walked back over to the table with four drinks in hand, sliding yours over to you but you slid it right back. “That’s not what I have.” John furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes it is, a plain orange juice. What you always have.” Tears began to prickle in your eyes as the anxiety began to build up again. “No, it’s not.” “C’mon Y/N, just drink the damn thing.” 

You stood up, slamming your fists on the table. “NO, IT’S NOT THE SAME! THERE’S ICE AND I DON’T LIKE ICE!” Sam and Dean immediately stood up by you and wrapped their arms around you, trying to create as much pressure as possible to calm you down. They whispered calming thoughts in your ears and eventually managed to sit you back down but you wouldn’t look your dad in the eye. 

John stood at the other end of the table, completely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to do in a situation like that. Watching his daughter scream at him, then his sons calming her down. He felt completely useless standing on the side lines. Dean turned to his father with a disappointed look on his face. “You should know better than that dad. She has autism, remember? She has to have the same exact thing every time, otherwise well, that’ll happen. It’s hard for her to come into new places like this, with new noises and smells but she does it for you, even though it stresses her out to high heaven.”

Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulders and stood you up with him. “We’re going to take her back to the motel so she can get some rest. From now on, Y/N gets to choose where we stop off. She doesn’t need the added stress of everything.” Sam guided you out of the bar and helped you into the back seat of the Impala before slipping into the passenger seat. 

Dean stood up and began to make his way towards the door before turning back around to face his father. “Spend a little more time with Y/N, then you’ll get to understand her better. How to help her when things become too much for her, that’s how you become useful. I’ll be back to pick you up when she’s asleep.”

He patted his fathers shoulder before heading out of the door towards the car, leaving John to mellow in his thoughts and to work through the event that has just played out in front of him.

Supernatural Tags:

@akshi8278 @bxoken-heartss @deascheck @desimarie12

[hotpocketpena]

Pop Princess

Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader

Summary - you’re a superstar. Having performed on some of the most famous and largest stages in the world, you are in your peak.

You’re a huge Star Wars fan and when you get invited to The Mandalorian Season 1 premier by an old fried, you meet an unexpected man, who you never thought would catch your eye…

Warnings - Swearing & mention of kissing.

Notes- I’ve been throwing this idea around in my head for so long, I just never knew how I’d want it to play out. Well finally I think I made it go in an ok directionnnnn, anyways enjoy😬

Also I apologise for past and future posts for BUTCHERING the beautiful Spanish language😢

———————-

Adrenalin.

A euphoric high, combined from nerves, excitement and thrill. That is how it felt for you every time you picked up the microphone & sang to hundreds, if not thousands of people.

The bass from your music blasting through the huge stadium speakers sends vibrations up and down your body as you dance to the ending of your final song of the night.

“Thank you so much Miami! You have been amazing! Goodnight!” You cheer into the bejewelled black microphone & jump down the disappearing part of the stage.

Your fans still screaming for more as you use the crawl space under the stairs and head to your dressing room to wind down.

“Amazing job tonight killer Queen!”

“Best show of the tour so far!”

“You never fail to amaze us!”

The crew shout as you walk past them. You smile at everyone as you walk into your dressing room, your manager following closely behind.

“Uh, Ben. Can I have just ten minutes to myself before we talk?” You ask, throwing yourself on one of the couches in your dressing room.

Ben, your tour manager of four years sits on the armchair across from you. “I’ll just be brief.” He says.

But it’s never brief.

You roll your eyes and rest your head on the top of the couch, ready to heard whatever Ben has to say about the show. He always has some input on how you can be more energetic or more enthusiastic on stage. And you always tell him the same thing.

“Now that show was brilliant, don’t get me wrong.” His thick British accent makes it really hard to be annoyed with what he says. “But I think you could just be-“

“More energetic sweetheart. You are amazing already but the show needs more sparkle!” you mock him, with a terrible attempt at his accent.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes is quickly. “I do not sound like that.” He whines.

“Well no. But, you do say that to me after every show. And I always give my all when I’m out there.” You say.

He sits in the back of his chair and crosses his arms. “Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the fans need more. Maybe more fireworks or more dancers or-“

“Ben.” You sternly say his name, knowing where this is going.

“I love you, but you need to get out of my dressing room.” You say as sweetly as possible.

“Fine! If you don’t want to hear about my amazing ideas, then I’ll go and tell them to someone how appreciated them!” He taunts, standing from the chair and swaying his hips to the door.

“I hear Danny from sound looooves your ideas! Go tell him!” You shout, silently thanking the heavens that he’s leaving.

Ben leaves you at peace, and you settle back into the couch, kicking your feet up on the coffee table.

Just as you’re about to sigh, there’s a knock at the door.

“God damn it! Can’t a girl just have five minutes of peace after doing a very long two hour work out while also singing!” You groan, hoping the person behind the door can hear you and will take it as a hint to leave.

“I guess I’ll just leave you to it then princesa del pop.” A beautiful, husky voice shouts from the other side of the door.

It’s a voice you’ve been waiting to hear for 10 days. And you’ve been itching to see the beautiful face behind it.

You jump from the couch, using the last bit of your energy and make a b-line for the door.

“Pedro!” You scream, jumping into his arms. You wrap your legs around his hips and he grips onto the bottom of your thighs.

“Hello baby. Have you missed me?” He chuckles speaking into your hair.

You give him a big squeeze and jump down from his embrace. Your lips crash against his in a hungry but loving kiss.

Your lips move together in sync, releasing all the built up tension of not being able to kiss his sweet lips for so long.

When you break from the kiss, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I only managed to catch the last forty minutes but you were amazing tonight my little superstar.” He says sweetly, his voice like honey.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!”

“Well I had to sneak away from set and get one of the assistants to lie for me to make it, but I’m here.” Pedro plants a quick kiss to your lips.

He takes your hand into his and you both walk into your dressing room. You notice he’s not in his usual casual attire. He has makeup still on from filming and his hair is all messily done.

“Did you-did you literally take of from the Mando set and rush here for me?” You ask with a serious tone.

“I would have been here sooner, but the fuckers make me take the suit off the second the cameras are off and we’re done filming. Normally I head over to wardrobe to take off all the under garments that go under the suit, but I escaped before they could catch me.” He chuckles, dressed in an all black mesh outfit.

You gasp at him. “Yeah because last time you came to one of my shows in the whole fucking suit. And got so drunk that you drank beer out of the helmet. And then threw up in it once you drank all of the beer.” You laughed, sitting next to him on the couch. He pats his knee for you to put your legs up and you do with gratitude.

“And you know that it’s against the Creed that you should never take your helmet off in front of a living being.” You smirk, knowing he hates how much you love the show.

He tuts and rolls his eyes. “My god you need to get a life.”

You chuckled. “The way of the Mandalorian is my life.”

Pedro pondered for a second. “Hang on, we started dating after the premier of the first season of the show right?” He asked, his brows raised while he ran his hand up and down your leg.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

“And we’d never met before the premier?”

You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“Uhhh,” you stuttered. “Yeah I think so.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but before the premiere of the show, I’m pretty sure you didn’t know who I was. And I obviously knew who you were. I’m sure I went to say hi to you, but you just smiled awkwardly and walked away. But right after the showing, I swear you were all over me like a fly on shit.” Pedro’s voice was inquisitive.

He was right.

You got invited to the premier as John knew how much you love Star Wars, and Boba Fett was your favourite character. So when the opportunity to go to The Mandalorian premier, you squealed and cried.

—————

The day of the premiere you were so excited. Taking inspiration from the Mando armour, your designer created the most beautiful 2 piece suit in the colour of the armour.

You knew of Pedro before the premier, having seen a few of his movies, but you’d never met him. On the red carpet, you two did have an awkward encounter. Pedro was the star of the show before you showed up.

As soon as you walked on the carpet, all the cameras and eyes were on you. You’d said that you didn’t want all eyes on you or to take shine away from the amazing people who had worked on the show, so you took a few photos and headed inside where you could mingle with a few people.

Just before the showing, Pedro walked over to you, a clear attraction from his side, having watched you perform at events for many years, he took a serious liking to you.

You thought he was cute, but because you didn’t know him, you just thought of him as a cute guy. He walked over and said hi to you. You gave him a sweet but awkward smile and excused yourself to head to the bathroom.

The show had started and boy was it amazing. As soon as it ended, John and Pedro stood from their seats, giving small nods while looking around at everyone cheering them on.

Pedro looked over to you and gave you a wink. You felt your heart stop and your palms began to sweat.

Is this what love at second sight looks like? You thought taking him all in.

Once everyone had disappeared from the theatre and headed into the bar area, you were on the hunt for him. Wanting to continue the ‘what could have been’ conversation. If only you had taken a few seconds to speak with him before, this would be a lot less awkward.

You take a deep breath in and begin your strut towards him. Luckily, he’s with John, so if things go awkward, you can lean on him to get you out of a sticky situation.

“Hey! Look who it is! We were just talking about you!” John cheers, holding his glass of brown liquid towards you to join him.

Pedro quickly spins to face you and his face turns a blush red. He clears his throat and wipes his sweaty palms on the back of his pants, hoping that it’s not too obvious that he’s nervous.

“Who knew you had such talent in that big ol’ head of yours!” You joke, pulling John in for a hug. He hugs you back, squeezing you just a little too tight.

You let out a joking ouch and break from the hug. You turn your attention to Pedro and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s beautiful.

You both look into each others eyes and not a word is spoken. It’s like everyone in the room has just disappeared and only you two remain. You could stay looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes forever.

“Now I want you to meet the star of the show.” John snaps you out of your trance. He moves around the small circle table and throws his arm over Pedro’s shoulder.

“This is Pedro, our very own Din Djarin. The man behind the mask.” John beams, being very proud of Pedro.

“And this lovely lady is-“

Before John could finish, Pedro interrupts.

“We’ve met before.”

You let out a shy laugh averting your eyes from him. He doesn’t take his eyes off you and a smile beams across his face at your laugh.

“I’ve been to a few of her shows actually, she’s brilliant.” He says with adoration.

He’d been to more than a few. At first, Sarah invited him to go, as she also really enjoys your music. He didn’t think anything of it first, but once you got on stage, he was hooked.

Pedro had been to about 20 of your shows over the years, sometimes even going alone just because he wanted to enjoy the shows you put on and admire you from afar. When he found out you were coming tonight, he wanted to shoot his shot.

Usually when celebrities come to your shows, you invite them backstage and hang out with them for a few drinks, discussing the show and other things. Pedro never made himself known, he’d been too nervous to go backstage.

You blushed at his comment. He’d been to a few of your shows? He’s never been backstage? You thought, wondering why he never took the invite, but you brush the thought off.

John rambles on about how the promotion for the show has been going and gets called away by someone, leaving you and Pedro alone at the table.

“So, how did you find the first episode?” He asks, shuffling on his feet.

“It was truly a masterpiece. You were amazing!” You express, trying to keep it cool.

He blushes, taking a step closer to you. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you. The way you perform on stage is a work of art.”

Wow, your heart flutters

You engage with him in some casual conversation and head to the bar together to grab another drink. You both hit it off.

“So, uh, what are you doing in three days time?” Pedro ask taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

“I’m performing at the Oscar’s.” You say. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink after? I’ve been invited to the Vanity Fair after party, but I can ditch that if you’re free?” He says, the whiskey giving him the courage he needs to ask you out.

“I was going to head to the Vogue after party but, I’d like to have a drink with you.” You blush, your wine helping you in this situation massively.

—————

“Now that I’m actually thinking about it…Did you only come over to me and John because you liked me as Din?!” Pedro gasps, pinching your legs.

You yelp and laugh. “Nooooo, of course not!” You lie. You never wanted to admit to him, but it was true. There was just something about him being the man behind the Baskar that turned you on.

“Oh my god it’s true!” He laughs, quickly standing from the couch.

He stands in front of you with a shocked face and hands on his hips.

“If I never took the job, you never would have gone for that drink with me would you? And you’d be shacked up with someone else who’d be playing Mano!” Pedro tuts, but his tone is jokey, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Baby, come on. Please don’t make me say it.” You groan, throwing your head back on the couch.

“Say it.” He demands, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees to balance himself.

“Fine! I felt more attracted to you as Mando. There!” You admit to defeat, wanting this conversation to be over and done with.

“But! The more I got to know you, the more I loved the man behind the mask. And I do! I love you more and more everyday, so it shouldn’t matter how I became attracted to you in the first place.”

Pedro laughs, patting your knees and playing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I love you princesa del pop. Even if you are a Star Wars loving freak.” He chuckles

“Your Star Wars loving freak.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.”

“Yes, yes you are.” He smiles at you lovingly.

———————-

[cherriegyuu]

seventeen as romcoms

a/n: this idea came to me and i just had to write. i don't think i'll be writing most of these i just did this for fun. everyday i realize i'm getting old because these movies are old old

• Seungcheol ➝ How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days ↳ I mean, I can just see it. Seungcheol would certainly be the kind of guy who would make a bet with his work friends. Everyone is like, oh bad boy Cheol, but to me, he is just the kind of guy who falls first and falls hard and the next thing you know he’s taking you home to meet his family.

• Jeonghan ➝ Love & Other Drugs ↳ Kind of a player who gets attached and freaks out when he sees trouble? Do I need to say more.

• Joshua ➝ 27 Dresses ↳ He didn’t mean to but he fell in love with the girl he was writing an article about it just sort of happened.

• Jun ➝ About Time ↳ I just love time traveling and this movie is perfect. Jun is the kind of guy who is kind of awkward and would make a lot of “mistakes” in his relationship and would go back on time to fix it constantly, making changes that he didn’t want to.

• Soonyoung ➝ Just Like Heaven ↳ I can just see Soonyoung freaking out because there’s a ghost in his apartment but also being dumb enough to fall for said ghost.

• Wonwoo ➝ Notting Hill ↳ This is one my favorite movies of all time, I’ll watch it whenever it’s on. Now tell me, doesn’t bookshop owner Wonwoo, with his quirky friends, falling for a super actress make perfect sense? It does, don’t argue with me.

• Jihoon ➝ 50 First Dates ↳ I kind of already wrote, made it super angsty. Reason number two why this list exists. ↣ read here

• Seokmin ➝ 13 Going On 30 ↳ If this movie isn’t Seokmin coded I don’t know what is.

• Mingyu ➝ Life As We Know It ↳ The entire reason why this list even started. Mingyu just screams this movie and maybe the fact that I got a request asking him to write him as a dad, a girl dad, helped so much. In my mind, Mingyu is Eric.

• Minghao ➝ Set It Up ↳ This dude would do anything to get his boss off his back by getting him a girlfriend but also would fall in love in the process of doing so.

• Seungkwan ➝ The Proposal ↳ I can picture Seungkwan going off as his crazy boss once the hierarchy thing is off and going like “i might be falling for her crazy ass”

• Vernon ➝ The Holiday ↳ He is so unlucky that he has to travel across to world to meet the love of his life.

• Chan ➝ 10 Things I Hate About You ↳ Listen, not high school but like college? Might have one written already… but super angsty just for the fuck of it.

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After care || Peter Parker

warnings: Slight smut, peter not giving the reader after care, moaning, fluff at end.

Summary: The reader and Peter have sex for the first time, however when Peter gets a message he leaves the reader straight after they had finished. Not realising that after care is important for the both of them rather than spider-man duties.

Haven’t read this over so could be mistakes?

“After we can cuddle and watch a movie”

He told you.

But why are you now crying in your bed, sore. He promised you that everything will be okay, and that he loves you….but now you feel utterly stupid. Stupid because you let the boy you have been in love with for ages take your virginity just to leave as soon as he pulled out.

Flashback

“Pete…that’s not gonna fit” You told your boyfriend, Peter. You finally had gotten intimate with him, but once you saw the size of his cock you got worried. You hadn’t ever seen a dick in real life, yeah you have seen boys dick pics but never in person. And Peter was really big.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll go slow” He rolled the condom on his dick, biting back a moan as the rubber rolled down onto his shaft. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure you wanted to do this right now, knowing you are a virgin.

“Yeah, please I need you” You whine, just wanting to feel him inside of you. By that answer he slowly pushed into your tight pussy, both of you moaning by the new pleasure. At first it hurt, luckily Peter didn’t move until you gave him the heads up. “Okay, m-move’ You tell him, him slowly thrusting into your cunt.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure making you let out moans. Sex filled your room, luckily your parents were away for the week. “F-fuck, faster” You scream out, Peter thrusting into you at a faster pace. It felt like heaven, your legs wrapping around his waist, trying to help him with his thrusts. Your nails were digging into his back, making him moan louder.

“Baby you feel so good” He moaned into your ear his thrusts getting sloppy, you both knew you were not gonna last too long. “F-fuck, y/n i’m gonna cum” Peter thrusted more roughly, his hands gripping your waist a bit too tight than he tended to.

“F-fuck, s-slow d-“ You couldn’t tell him to slow down a little, it felt good but also started to hurt a little. “I’m g-gonna cum” You told him, your orgasms coming.

“Cum with me, doll” And with one more thrust you both came undone, screaming each others names. You felt the hot liquid burst into the condom, Peter riding you both out through your high, then collapsing on top of you.

After a few minutes, you were both breathless placing small kisses on each others lips. Peters cock still buried inside of you. “That was-“ Before you could finish your sentence, Peters phone rang. He picked it up, not pulling out just yet. You couldn’t hear the unknown person who had called him, but you saw Peters facial expression go a little panicked.

“I’ll be there” He spoke, ending the call and pulling his phone back on the side. Without saying a word to you, he quickly pulled out of you making a small whimper fall from your mouth, he didn’t hear though. Now you felt sore. Pulling the covers up, you watched as he frantically tried to find his clothes that were thrown around the room.

You sit up, confused. Was he leaving?

“Where are you going? Come cuddle” You told him, watching him put his jeans on and throwing his shirt over his head. He quickly slung his bag over his shoulder now turning to look at you.

“I gotta go babe. ummm May needs me home” He spoke quickly running out of your bedroom, you were about to call for him but you heard your front door slam shut. You slowly slid down your bed, the sinking feeling coming. Now you felt stupid, hurt and sore.

How could he literally just leave you?

You just had sex with him and not only did he pull our roughly, he also left. Normally you dreamed of this day for ages. Having sex for the first time, ending the day with cuddles and being there for each other. But in reality your boyfriend just left as his aunt needs him home?

May even told you herself that Peter could stay. She trusted you both as seventeen year olds. Tears slowly fell down your face, you slowly walked out of your bed, the pain in between your legs being a bitch. You jumped into the shower quickly, feeling disgusted. Disgusted as you should be with Peter in the shower right now, not alone crying in it.

Once showering and cleaning yourself, you got into a fresh pair of pjs. Brushing your hair, then going back into your bed, crying until you fell back to sleep.

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Now it’s the next day, you woke up late meaning you would have to walk into school late. First thing you did is get a glass of water, your throat was dry. You checked your phone, seeing no calls or messages from Peter. You was going to skip school today, however you have a test and luckily it’s Friday.

You threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, which is in fact Peters. Sighing, you walked through the school gates, not bothering to check in to let them know your late. It was currently 11, so your gonna have to walk through half of Chemistry.

“Y/n your late” Your teacher told you when you walked through the door, saying as if you hadn’t even noticed. Rolling your eyes, you take your normal seat next to Ned. He gives you a concerning look at first seeing your state. Bags under your eyes, no makeup, and you would always put a little bit of makeup on no matter what. Peter always told you that you never needed it. Lesson was over, everyone was going to lunch. You wasn’t looking forward to lunch, you would have to sit next to Peter.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” Peter smiled, taking a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He really doesn’t know how he made you feel when he left last night.

You nod in return, still upset and mad at him. You didn’t feel like eating your sandwich after the first few bites. You didn’t join in Neds or Peters conversation either you blocked them out. Until you heard that one voice of your best friend, MJ.

“What’s up Nerds, y/n” She smiled a little.

You quickly stood up throwing your bag on your shoulder, needing to spill everything to her. “I need to talk to you” Is all you say grabbing her hand the boys giving you both looks.

“Woah, okay calm down what’s up?” MJ asked once you had dragged her into an empty classroom. You paced up and down thinking whether you was being stupid, overthinking the whole situation.

“Peter and I had sex yesterday” You finally blurt out and her eyes widen, smirking. “Sex! Yes y/n, I mean finally you both have been dating for like a year now. How was it-it wasn’t good was it?” She said happy for you but your facial expression made her think different.

“No it was amazing, it felt so-okay sorry. But once we like finished he got a call and just left. Saying something about May needing him, but she told me he could stay. And once he left I felt disgusted as he literally left me after we did that. He took my virginity and leaves. I was so sore and I just needed him. He’s acting like nothing happened and-wait where you going” You ramble and she stands up leaving the classroom mad.

“Gonna knock some sense into that kid” MJ needed to sort this out, she loved you a lot, you both are best friends and she’s pissed at Peter for doing that to you. You out of all people.

“No no Mj!” You try call after her but she had already gone over to him at the table.

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Peter POV

“You and y/n had sex last night, wow” Ned found out the news his best friend had told him, them both doing their hand shake.

“It was the best” Peter smiled remembering the moments you had both experienced that night.

Ned proudly looked at his friend, “Was it awkward after or did you just both cuddle the rest of the night” He asked.

“Oh I had to leave. Spiderman duties” Peter said so obviously.

Ned’s eyes widen, “You just left. Peter are you dumb?!” He asked and Peter looked at him confused. “Bro she’s a virgin, you left her and she doesn’t know your spider-man. Haven’t you ever heard of after care?” “Well yeah, but I needed to help as there was a bank robbery” Peter said.

“She could’ve been sore after or wanted to be with you. You just left-“ Ned was cut off when MJ stormed over to Peter pushing him a little as she sat down next to him.

“Peter parker, give me one reason why I shouldn’t beat your ass right now!” MJ looked pissed, Peter looking confused by her out burst.

“Calm down. What’s your problem?”

“You. Your my problem! Do you know how stupid you made y/n feel! You should’ve not left, you should be there with your girlfriend after you both had sex. After care is important, are you not educated enough?!” Now Peter realised that he fucked up, he didn’t know how you felt. Him leaving made you feel like it was just a one time thing. Or worse, that he regretted it.

“Oh fuck” Peter muttered angry. Not at you, himself. Then the bell rang, he sees you turning the corner to get to your class, he went to catch up with you, you were gone.

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Peter messaged you after school asking if you could hang out. At first you wanted to lie and say you had plans, however you wanted to spend time with him. His house wasn’t that far away from yours, so the walk wasn’t too long. When you arrived at his house, He opened the door pulling you in for a big, long unexpected hug. Of course you hugged back, such a small gesture made you come back to reality of what happened that night, you pulled away. No words were exchanged at first, he pulled you through his house and into his bedroom. He gently pushed you onto his bed, making you fall down slowly.

“I’m not having sex again with you” You coldly say, Peter winced a little at the coldness. “No, no, no. Just stay here, I need to show you something” He told you, going over to his closet and pulling a bag out and something red and blue. “Close them pretty eyes” He smiled softly, you slowly close your eyes confused but listened.

You then felt the bed dip next to you, meaning Peter was sitting down beside you. You felt him place something on your lap, you waited till he told you to reopen your eyes. You was met with a red and blue outfit? No it wasn’t just any outfit, it was a red and blue suit. Spider-man suit. The new super hero that everyone has been going on about. You jump up, standing with the fabric still in your hands. You trace your thumb over the spider symbol. Now you piece it all together.

Peter is spider man.

Your boyfriend is Spider man.

Peter parker is Spiderman.

“Don’t freak out. If you wanna break up I understand. But I didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you. If anyone knew you were my girlfriend they could come for you. And I love you so fucking much to let anything happen to you, pretty girl. It’s okay if you wanna break up” He sadly spoke, knowing what was coming.

However you didn’t break up with him, you didn’t shout at him, you didn’t even say anything. You practically tackled him into a big hug, both of you falling back into his bed. You wasn’t mad at all, maybe annoyed he didn’t tell you, but he did it for a good reason. You couldn’t believe that he was the Spider man. You couldn’t imagine what he could be going through with all of this going on.

“I’m not gonna break up with you silly” You finally say. “I’m not mad, this makes sense of why you cancelled some of our dates, or ditched me sometimes or even-“ your eyes widen. “Wait is that why you left me the other day when we-when we had sex?” You asked hoping it was the answer.

“Yeah” He tried not to look at you, he slowly sat up, you standing his lap, legs either side of his waist. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t realise, i’m so fucking stupid. I should’ve stayed and cuddled with you. I should’ve been their for you, I knew this was our first time and I messed it up. Please don’t feel stupid because of me. I loved every moment of what happened, I never regretted it. Fuck. I wanna do it again” He pushed a stand of hair behind your ear looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay. I was being silly really, just felt like you thought it was a one time thing.” You softly smile a small tear falling which he wiped away. “Your not silly, it’s my fault. I’m the stupid one, it’s not a one time thing I’m in this for the long run. I love you” He kissed your forehead.

“I love you more, spidey” You giggle as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

“Wanna cuddle and watch a movie? I have snacks in that bag” He smiles.

You look towards the bag then back to him in aws. “Can we just stay here for a little bit?” You ask just wanting to hug him in this position.

“Of course” He smiles as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, moving closer to his warmth.

Hope everyone has a nice christmas!

Sorry I didn’t post in a while, i’m on holiday right now.

[caffeinc]

Hozier Unreleased Songs Lyric Prompts

Devil -

❝ I’d walk on cloven hoof if you were the home I was walkin' to ❞

❝ I'd burn every soul I knew if I thought the fire was warmin' you ❞

❝ I'd be what men fear in the woods ❞

❝ I'd piss on heaven's gate if I could ❞

❝ I'm straight on the level ❞

❝ I'd be the devil as long as your lovin' was good ❞

Blood-

❝ Tryin' hard to recognise some pure motive inside of me ❞

❝ A creature that would horrify any child that I used to be ❞

❝ Oh, give no faith to show ❞

❝ Started to smile so I showed my teeth ❞

❝ No more than flesh and bone ❞

❝ Doin' so much just to watch someone bleed ❞

❝ Oh, I love the very blood of you ❞

❝ It keeps its heat in spite of you ❞

❝ Oh, the heart that beats ❞

❝ To keep you here with me always ❞

❝ Tryin' hard, I nearly find innocence in spite of me ❞

❝ A creature that would terrify any child left inside of me ❞

❝ Oh, that's a cold insight ❞

❝ Nothin' above us and nothin' below ❞

❝ Ahh, but you might be right ❞

❝ If there is no heaven and there is no soul ❞

❝ Always, always, always ❞

❝ Leaks and squeeks you black and blue ❞

But the Wages-

❝ You can find hope ascend to mark just how everything changes ❞

❝ Be it the temperature highs or the sea level rising ❞

❝ Sky-bound as a heavenly choir ❞

❝ The screams of the dying ❞

❝ It's all going up but the wages ❞

❝ And maybe it's time ❞

❝ Don't mention the rent or the money that's spent ❞

❝ Or the level of blame pointed to anything else ❞

❝ And preachy musicians ❞

❝ Or the pressure of blood ❞

❝ It's all going up with the bump in the heating bills ❞

❝ Even though the city's on fire ❞

❝ Higher and higher and higher ❞

The Love Of-

❝ If towers fall, if nothing stands ❞

❝ I’ll build again the world by my baby’s hands ❞

❝ At the end of all, there’s all they claim and then ❞

❝ I saw the news again ❞

❝ To hear that the world’s to end in flames ❞

❝ I’d not complain, I’ve seen the love of my baby ❞

❝ Be on the take, or talkin’ of slaughter over cake ❞

❝ Would kneel and break ❞

❝ Speak of the love of my baby ❞

❝ The angels can know their place ❞

❝ Let heaven hidе its face in sheer disgrace ❞

❝ Oh, look upon the lovе of my baby ❞

❝ Those who wield the chain are pushing the wheels of fear and shame ❞

❝ Forget their name ❞

❝ Hear of the love, the love, the love ❞

❝ The unamable, the unmade again ❞

❝ So hurry up and start ❞

❝ Can’t wait for the world to fall apart ❞

❝ ‘Cus here unmarked would still be the love ❞

Rob The Goddess-

❝ Made right by the hope that she affords me ❞

❝ As she’s lifting spring towards me ❞

❝ Like a baby in her hands ❞

❝ The thought arriving with her ❞

❝ No mere saint makes shit of winter ❞

❝ Here or any land ❞

❝ And of all times, I won’t lie ❞

❝ If she can pull it off just one more year ❞

❝ I swear, the old demotion be damned ❞

❝ I will not rob the goddess ❞

❝ I will not rob the goddess one more prayer ❞

I Could Be Yours-

❝ I could be soft and sweet ❞

❝ I could be hard and loud ❞

❝ I could be anything you'd ever need somehow ❞

❝ Why don't you hear me sing out from the lost and found ❞

❝ I could be yours ❞

❝ Why don't you try on me ❞

❝ Why don't you take me home ❞

❝ I'll match the color scheme of your bedroom walls ❞

❝ Oh, take a dose of me ❞

❝ It doesn't hurt at all ❞

❝ Oh God, I'd benefit from your sweet tenderness ❞

❝ Thank God, it could have been ❞

❝ 'cause nothing comes from it ❞

❝ That'd be a helpful thought if I could remember it ❞

[synthetickitsune]

Angel!San (Ateez) | Caged angst | 0.7k | gn!reader A/N: i saw this prompt somewhere but i can't find it now T-T

A sharp, high-pitched scream resonates through your room. The sound is aided by rattling of chains, flurry of wings beating against their bindings and pained whimpers. It’s music to your ears. A balm to your tortured soul. Alas, you can’t afford him to be this loud.

“Shhh,” you click your tongue. He’s so quick to obey - try to obey to the best of his ability - that it’s pathetic and almost cute. You twirl the lone feather between your fingers. You bring it to your nose and inhale deeply. They always smell of Heaven when they’re freshly plucked. “Quiet, angel. Or do you wanna go back to your cage?”

“No, no, no, please, I’ll be good,” he whimpers, and you look past the feather at his trembling, kneeling figure. He’s chained so that he keeps still, so he can’t flinch away from you. No more free here than in his cage. You watch him as he takes in deep breaths and slowly calms down until only the large white wings sprouting from his back are shaking. They’re just too tempting.

You reach a hand towards them and see all the muscles on his back tensing. The scent of blood reaches your nose as he bites his tongue to keep quiet. You smirk.

“Relax, San,” you coo, “I’m just going to reward you for listening so well.”

This time you’re nice - so nice, actually, that it almost makes you nauseous. This time, you don’t wait for him to actually relax before you touch his wings as gently as you know how to. You run your hands over the soft white feathers and smooth them out, fix them until they’re nice and neat. Then you keep petting them, mindful of how sensitive the wings of the angels are. San’s body can’t help but react, melting under your touch until he’s putty in your hands. And maybe, just maybe, you like it that way. Sometimes it’s nice to see him happy. As much as you love to see him in tears, this is also good. The small smile tugging at his lips and his wings fluttering, betraying his happiness this time. It’s all about balance.

The magic is lost for a second while you turn back to the scroll on your table and dip the feather in your hand into the blood-like ink, making him tense once more. You chuckle and scratch the space between his shoulder blades just to make a chill run down his spine. Oh how well you know his body.

“Let me work, hm? If you keep being helpful, you’ll get a proper reward,” you hum. You both know it might be a trap, depending on your mood, but to be fair - you’re actually feeling great and you think San knows that as well.

He makes a quiet sound of acknowledgement and shifts his weight on his knees. Perhaps you should get a mat that would be more comfortable, seeing as he spends so much time on his knees by your desk. But that’s for later, now you need to focus on the task at hand. The glyphs need to be drawn precisely, without a mistake, to do what they’re supposed to do. Just one look at them should be enough to burn the angel’s eyes. (And that’s why they’ll be safely locked away once you’re finished with them - which he doesn’t need to know about.)

You must admit it’s easier to focus while playing with the feathers of his wings and San’s occasional involuntary happy hum, followed by a deep, anxious silence full of expectation of a punishment that doesn’t come. As you said - you’re in a great mood today. The white plumage feels just like a cloud. It makes you think of flying, of the sky and sun, of spring and freedom. It’s addictive, really. It’s all his fault that you can’t let him go.

Your mood doesn’t sour, but there’s a bitter leftover in your mind as you think of everything Heaven. You can’t stand it.

“Oh no,” you sigh in mock-surprise, “This one’s dull already.”

It’s not. You know it, and he must know it too. But he doesn’t protest, he doesn’t beg. He only braces himself and screams as you pluck another feather from his wings.

Much better.

[padfootastic]

Forever mine

(james/sirius; loose soulmate au; ruthless, protective sirius!!)

The first time Sirius meets his soulmate is when he’s dying in his arms. 

The thought ‘I’ll end whoever touched you’ hit him with such dizzying force, he had to brace himself against the ground for a minute. 

Sirius hadn’t ever been particularly aggressive, had tried hard to stay away from the murderhurtviolence running through his blood, but in that moment—in that moment, he imagined he was feeling what every single Black had for centuries before him and would continue to do so after.

It was supposed to be a simple errand--a beer run for Regulus who refused to get off his couch until he became one with the upholstery. It wasn't supposed to be like this, him kneeling on the ground, soaked in blood and rain, praying to a god he hadn't believed in three minutes ago

The man--and who would've thought of that huh?-- was tall. Not as tall as him, but certainly far, far larger. Ropes of muscle travelled the length of his well tanned arm; thick, toned thighs lying still on the pavement. For one, obnoxious second, Sirius wondered about the possibility of being picked up and twirled around before shutting that train of thought down real quick. 

How utterly delusional, and he wasn't even the one bleeding out.

He was dressed in athletic wear--perhaps out for an evening jog?--and the fabric was molded to every crevice of his body, thanks to the rain. Before he'd passed out, Sirius had the opportunity, the honor, of seeing huge, brown eyes staring up at him with desperate pleading shining through them.

And that thought, that memory, was what got his blood boiling all over again. 

How dare his soulmate lie here, bleeding, on the edge of death if the holes in his chest were anything to go by, and desperate and alone? If Sirius hadn’t been out for fucking alcohol, if Reg hadnt been a depressed, heartbroken parasite in his house, if that asshole Evan hadn't cheated on his baby brother--if, if, if. 

His soulmate could've...would've been alone, dying, dead.

Sirius slowly unclenched his trembling fingers, letting go of the deathly cold fingers sticky with blood. His other hand was still wrapped around the man's--his soulmate's--back, helping him lean back against Sirius' chest. A sort of quiet, dangerous thrum filled his body, taking away all the restlessness from before. He didn't know what was about to happen next, how the man would pull through, how he would pull through. But he knew this: whoever did this would rue the day they were born. 

 He made two phone calls. 

First, The ambulance--a man is dying, come as quick as possible, I dont know how long he has left. 

 Next, his father. 

 'Father.'

'Son.'

'I need you to find someone for me.'

And that was it. Sirius might've had his differences with his family, might've run away from them in multiple fits of pique, might've even been threatened to high heaven and back but at the end of the day he was still a Black and Blacks looked out for each other. Rule number one. As long as he had blood running through his veins--and perhaps even after that--there was nothing on Earth that could keep them away from each other. 

John Doe. 

That's what it said on the patient chart. John fucking Doe.

All those blood tests, all the evaluations, and what use was it for if they couldn't even conduct one measly identification? 

Sirius resisted the urge to growl out loud; he wanted to throw something, wanted to scream the place down until something happened, but he barely controlled himself.

No. That wasn't the way to go about this. 

Dammit, this soulmate business was quite annoying. He hadn't felt this many emotions in such a short span of time, with such intensity, for quite some time. Perhaps never. That's what made him so deadly as a businessman. Sirius had never once needed to raise his voice, or his hand, to get something done. 

Which is what made his sudden penchant for violence so...jarring. He didn't know how to control it, couldn't keep the bloodlust from seeping into his thoughts. He had half a mind to check his reflection in a mirror--surely his eyes, usually a dark grey, would've turned red by now at the force of his impulses? 

He shook his head at the ridiculous thought, wondering when he'd lost his mind.

(He knew when. It was the moment he heard the bang-bang-bang, the thump of someone falling onto the pavement. It was when he looked down and felt his own flesh ache in response to the holes left in his soulmate's body. It was the outpouring of years of emotions he hadn't even known he'd repressed) 

"Mr...Black?" A hesitant voice brought him back from his memories, making him internally grateful for the distraction. He stood up to face the doctor looking at him with a weird look on his face. Sirius could see why--here he was, dressed in a half undone suit, blood soaking his satin shirt, probably dotted all across the rest of his body, and of course, the dirt stains on his knees. Not to mention, the rain had created an even bigger mess of him. The stares he was getting were quite understandable, really. 

"That's me, yes." 

"Er--the man you came with--are you quite sure you have no idea who he is?" 

This time, Sirius didn't resist the rumbling of his voice as he ground out, "Like I told your receptionist, then a nurse, and finally the constable after that, I found him, just like this, on the pavement. Don’t make me repeat it again for the sake of your incompetence. Now, what is the status of his condition?" 

The doctor cleared his throat, pulling at the knot on his tie. "Well, then, uh. Mr. Black, I'm afraid I can't disclose that information--patient confidentiality, I'm sure you understand." He let out a little laugh at that, as if this was all a big fucking joke, and turned away. 

Like Sirius would let him leave. 

In two quick strides, he'd reached the doctor's side, deftly pulling him into a corridor off the side, pushing him against the wall as soon as they were out of sight. 

"Listen here, Doc," he sneered, pushing him back with his forearm against his chest, "That man in there? He's my soulmate." The doctor paled at the word, igniting dark satisfaction in him. Somewhere inside, deep down, Sirius knew he couldn't have known, but in that moment, it didn't matter. "So you can take your 'patient confidentiality' and shove it up your arse, got it?"

The man nodded so hard it was a wonder his head didn’t fall off to the ground. 

“Un-Unconscious, sir. He’s been bleeding out for too long,” the doctor stuttered out finally, “We can’t guarantee any—”

Sirius pushed harder, cutting him off midway. “Finish that sentence and I’ll cut off your tongue and stuff it down your throat.” The clack of the man’s teeth shutting close filled him with more satisfaction than it probably should have. The silence, however, was too much of a relief for him to think about that just yet. 

No guarantee, he says. He’ll show him ‘no guarantee’. 

Sirius took a deep breath and stepped back, straightening his shirt as he did. He waited for the doctor to compose himself before lifting one hand to smoothen the wrinkles on his coat, ignoring the flinch. Clearing his throat, he said, “Doc. I hope you know who I am?” 

No response except a wrinkled brow. 

“Sirius Black, heir and CEO of Cassiopeia Industries,” he clarified and sure enough, the man went paler than what should’ve been humanly possible. Sirius’ smile was thin, dangerous. “Yes, I see you’ve heard of us. Good, I’m glad. It’ll make this much smoother then.” 

He leaned in closer, close enough he could smell the sweat beading along the man’s neck, the sourness of his breath, could see the dilated pupils. “So you know what I can, and will, do to you if you can’t ‘guarantee’ my soulmate’s life, yes?” 

He didn’t have to say much else then, not after the doctor’s vigorous nods and assurances. 

There were other things to do, after all.

He was sitting on the uncomfortable plastic bench, leg tapping an annoying rhythm on the linoleum, when a pair of sleek, polished shoes entered his vision. Sirius released the breath he’d been holding in since the minute this evening started. 

Father was here.

“Sirius.” 

“Father,” he replied, standing up for their customary handshake. Not too firm, never too loose. Know your place in the world and be secure in that knowledge. Lessons he’d had drilled into his head since before he could speak. 

(He wondered what his soulmate’s handshake would be like?) 

“I’ve got the information you asked for, though I can’t wonder why you would need to get in touch with what seems like, on the surface, a common street thug,” Father said with his usual upturned lip. His eyebrows were slightly raised, which was about as much emotion as he allowed himself to show in public. 

Sirius’ eyes were fixed on a point slightly to the left of his head, on the cream-coloured wall with years of misuse plastered across it in dark spots. “I was out for…an errand today—”

“That brother of yours still drinking his swill, I take it,” came the expected comment. He paid it no mind. 

“And just outside the shop, this man…he was—shot. Four times. Seemed personal.” Sirius’ voice was cold, clinical, recounting with perfect clarity and none of the panic that seemed to be seeping into every inch of him. 

“And you thought today was a nice day to become a good samaritan?” His father’s disdain for a good samaritan was clear in the tone of his voice. Sirius almost smiled at the familiarity of it. There had been many family dinners where he’d suffered through his fathers disgust for ‘a bunch of nosy do-gooders with neither a penny nor any dignity to their name, poking their limbs in where it’s not needed.’ 

“Not exactly, no,” Sirius stalled, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do so much longer. Already, he could see the impatience lining Orion Black’s countenance, the foot slowly tapping on the floor, expecting, no—demanding an answer. “It was my…soulmate. I could feel it. He’s in there right now—“ he tilted his head towards the OR “—and they don’t have ‘any guarantees’ supposedly,”

At any other time, Sirius would’ve been ashamed, no, horrified at the way his voice cracked at the end, wouldn’t have been able to look his father in the eye for a week afterwards but just like his patience had disappeared in the course of his evening, so had his shame, it seems. 

But he couldn’t muster it this time. Not even when his father’s lip curled farther up at the vulgar display of emotion. He didn’t say anything, though, probably dredging up the last of his humanity to do so—merely put a hand into his coat and pulled out a plain black envelope. 

“Do clean up, Sirius, this sort of behaviour is most unbecoming of you.” With one last parting shot, he left the envelope in Sirius’ hands and left, just as imperiously as he’d entered.

Sirius smoothed one hand over the soft planes of the mystery man’s cheeks, touch featherlight and ready to withdraw at a moment’s notice if needed. 

He looked…peaceful, completely at odds with the prognosis clutched in Sirius’ other hand, like his heart wasn’t on the verge of giving up at any time. It was a cruel illusion, a painful distortion of reality, and yet, Sirius wanted it for as long as he could have it. 

“How I’ve looked for you, darling,” he whispered, thumb running repetitive circles over the man’s cheek. “And now that I’ve found you…” 

“Are we doomed to forever live like this?” 

Perhaps if this was a movie, that would be the cue for his soulmate to wake up, to dramatically open his eyes and proclaim his love for Sirius; they’d take each other in their arms and never let go, savor the kind of pleasure that only the other half of your soul can give you. 

But this wasn’t a movie, and Sirius was no hero.

He left soon after that, unable to look, helpless to do anything but. 

It was in the car that he opened the envelope for the first time. It contained two things: a slip of paper with a name and address on it, and a photograph, black and white and grainy, like it was taken with a cheap instant camera. 

He traced one finger over the smiling face, comparing it to the unnatural stillness of the man he’d just left behind, and clenched his jaw. Throwing the photo across the seat, he put the car in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot. 

Tom Riddle didn’t know what was waiting for him. 

“Who are you?” The harsh words were accompanied by a gun aimed straight at his head. Sirius couldn’t be less bothered, however. From the way the man’s eyes were dilated, unable to focus on one point, to his shaking hands that couldn’t even grasp the revolver properly, to the disarray of his jet black hair and clothes—it was safe to deduce that he was more of a danger to himself than anyone else. That coffee table off to the side, for example, looked particularly menacing if he knocked himself over it, which judging by the sway in his frame, he seemed quite likely to. 

“You don’t need to know that, Mr. Riddle,” he replied in a calm, soothing voice. He looked down, adjusting his cufflinks as he spoke. “I’m here for one thing and you’re going to give it to me.” 

“I don’t swing that way, honey,” Riddle slurred, making Sirius grimace in response. The man wasn’t…unfortunate looking but even if he hadn’t found his soulmate—and loved him on the spot—Riddle was not his type. His tastes tended to run a bit more discerning than drunkards in old, run-down motels who couldn’t even hold a firearm properly. 

(Could James hold a gun, he thinks absently. He could teach him, if he wanted, would love to see the way his muscles move as he pressed down on the trigger—) 

“And I’m sure mankind is glad for that,” he said dryly.

“You—” Riddle spluttered, stumbling forward, narrowly escaping the corner of the table (sadly). Sirius looked on in disgust, wondering how vermin like this could’ve even gotten near his wonderful, beautiful soulmate, close enough to not just hurt him but do so badly enough that he’s lying on his deathbed, waiting for divine intervention to save him. 

“This man.” Sirius held up his phone, where a photo of the mystery man lying on the hospital bed, thankfully cleaned of all blood and grime, is looking out at them. “Who is he?” 

“No clue, buddy,” Riddle tried to shrug but Sirius wasn’t having any of it. His patience was already at an all time low and now this clown’s shenanigans weren’t helping. 

“So help me, God, if you don’t tell me right now who he is and why you shot him four fucking times—“ Sirius threatened, finally getting up from his not-so-comfortable perch on the windowsill. Riddle only shrugged again, taking a step back. 

That’s it. 

Sirius moved forward, quick enough to probably seem like a blur to Riddle’s drink-addled mind. In a single manoeuver, he had the man turned around and pushed against the wall, face smushed into the peeling paint. His hands were held in a bruising grip in one of Sirius’ and he gun was safely out of reach from where it had clattered on the floor. Judging by the lightness of it, it had never even been a threat. 

“I’m running out of patience, honey,” he crooned. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to get creative now.” 

Saying that, he stepped back a little, just enough that he could pull Riddle’s index finger back, back, back until a loud crack and a sob filled the air. 

Neither the cracks nor the sobs stopped for the rest of the night.

"More blood, Sirius?" 

Sirius didn't respond, only continued dabbing at the stained blood on his shirt--his second of the day. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!" His father's voice echoed sharply in the empty room. He hated being ignored; that's why Sirius did it, after all. 

"Thanks for the help, Father, I really appreciate it," he said instead. Once he was satisfied that as many of the stains as possible had been removed, he moved onto his hands, lip curling at the dried flakes stuck under his nails. This was always the worst part about these things. 

"And what of all this...soulmate business, then?" 

"What about it?" Sirius looked up, then, meeting his father's eyes through the mirror, grey clashing against grey. 

"Well, what're you going to do?" His father was neutral as ever, but Sirius knew him well enough to see the glint of curiosity in his calculating gaze. 

"What anyone else does with their soulmate, I believe." The resounding sigh at his glib answer made him snicker into his fist. Sirius might be old and powerful enough to make the world tremble at his feet but there was a unique joy in upsetting his father's composure that never lost its charm. 

"Sirius." 

"Father." It was his turn to sigh this time as he finally turned around, taking out his handkerchief as he did. "Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go in there, pray to a God neither you nor I believe in but hopefully he does, and sit by his bedside for as long as it takes. Everything else can wait." 

"The business?" 

"We have a board for a reason, incompetent as they might be on a  good day," he fired back. 

"Your brother withering away in your flat?" 

"Nothing new there," Sirius scoffed. "Reg'll be right as rain in a few days. Then he'll be back on his usual cycle of finding another terrible partner, getting cheated on, and coming right back to nest on my lumpy couch."

"That thing really is terribly lumpy," Father muttered under his breath before straightening up with a firm nod. "Very well, then. I wish you the best of luck. Bring your young man around for lunch when he wakes up. I'm sure your Mother would like to examine him." 

Sirius couldn't articulate, in that moment, how much it meant to him that his father said 'when' instead of 'if’ he wakes up. That was something he hadn't even considered so far, afraid he'd break at the slightest possibility that he could lose his soulmate just as he'd found him, didn't even want to put the thought out into the universe and here was his father, perhaps the most self-assured, confident man he knew, saying it casual-as-you-please. 

 He was still reeling from the comment when his father took his leave, getting the last word in as he did, per usual. "And try and get your brother with you, yes? Kreacher would be delighted to see his 'Young Master'."

 It took three days for something to give.  

Every single day, Sirius could be found either sitting in the uncomfortable chair beside his mate's bed, holding his hand, stroking his hair, rubbing his thumb against his hand. There was a...tenderness in him now, one he'd never thought himself capable of. He both loathed and admired it; loathed, because the one person who should be receiving it was unable to, admired because it was a wondrous feeling, this lightness in his chest, the innate urge to give, without expecting anything in return. 

Sirius had been a career businessman, and casual criminal, since he came out of the womb. This was an entirely novel experience for him and he couldn't even enjoy it, for fuck's sake. 

"Wake up, goddammit.” he burst out on the third day of no activity, of hearing the shallow, almost nonexistent breaths of his mystery man amplified by the machines hooked up to him. “I need you, you bastard.”

So focused was he on those wires and the beeping machines and the sterile fucking room that he almost missed it. He wouldn't ever have forgiven himself if he had. 

"Prefer...darling...I think," a voice croaked. The most beautiful, wonderful sound in the world. 

"What--" Sirius whispered in wonder, staring unblinkingly at the wide brown eyes looking back at him, exhausted and drooping and red-rimmed but open. Alive. 

"You called me...darling..." The man repeated, less confident this time, a crease forming between his brows. "Or did I--?"

Sirius lurched forward, grabbing his face desperately with both of his, ready to do anything to get the frown off his face. "No, no, I did--that is, I called you that--darling--that was me. I did it." 

He couldn't even be horrified at the uncharacteristic stuttering, unable to care about anything except the shy smile blooming on his soulmate's face, the warmth of it chasing away all the demons that had taken up residence in Sirius' head since that day.

"Oh," the man exhaled, biting his lip. Sirius leaned further in, entranced by the action.  

"I'm--I'm James." 

James. 

Finally. A name. The most perfect name. 

"James," Sirius breathed out, as if all the air had been punched out of his chest, leaving room only for jamesjamesjameshisoulmatejames. "I'm so happy to finally meet you." 

"I can...tell," he replied, still a bit shy, unsure. Sirius wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap forever and hide him away from the world. He also wanted to entirely devour him at the same time. It was a confusing set of impulses. "I could hear...everything...when I was...y'kno." He made an adorable gesture with his fingers, index finger circling in the air to signify his little...hibernation period. Sirius hoped he could refer to it so casually one day, though he doubted it. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." James nodded. "Though--I didn't…get your...name?" 

It was Sirius' turn to bite his lip now, not half as cute or sexy, he was sure, only conflicted. Would his soulmate be scared away? Would he even know who Sirius was? Did he want him to? "Sirius, uh--Sirius Black." 

There was a beat of silence, fraught with tension (or perhaps Sirius was just projecting?) before James' broke out in a wide smile, completely eclipsing the brilliance of the previous one. He extended one shaky hand towards Sirius from under the covers. 

"Hello, Sirius Black, it's very, very nice to finally meet you too." 

As if in a daze, completely unable to believe this was happening to him, Sirius placed his hand in James', feeling tiny pinpricks of electricity racing up his arm and down his body in a flash of delicious warmth. He could see, judging by the tremble in James' frame, that he felt the same. 

Their hands clasped (not too firm, never too loose) and Sirius knew everything would be just fine.

[abbatoirablaze]

The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 7

Word Count:  1.9k

Warnings:  unprotected smut, angst, mentions of women being treated like property, hitting a woman/abuse, violence, aggression. 

The sun was peering through the curtains, right against Aemond’s good eye, but he didn’t care.  He was in his own personal heaven as his arms tightened around Daemhyra, who was peacefully sleeping inside of his embrace. 

He shifted ever so slightly and she snuggled deeper against his bare chest, a whimper escaping her lips as her eyes remained closed, “Aemond, please stay in bed.”

The older of the two Targaryen chuckled as he kissed the top of her head, “if we stay in bed all day we’ll miss court…and-“

“Then we’ll miss court,” she giggled, smiling up at him.  His heart melted at the sight of the naked woman in his arms.  She leaned up and brushed her lips softly against his, “I have no wants or needs for anything but you, Aemond!”

“As much as I would love to do nothing else but to lay with you, I fear that we must get up, Daemhyra,” he frowned, reaching to her face to brush some of the hair away, “but I will draw us a bath so that we can enjoy one another’s company for just a little while longer.”

“I would very much like that,” she sighed, looking at him dreamily, “a hot bath to start the day off with the man that I love…”

“I will be back in bed before you know it…and then…I’ll claim you again in the copper tub.” He promised swiftly, sliding out of the large bed.

“Daemhyra…”

The water spilled over the edge of the copper tub and onto the floor.  Aemond’s head rested against the edge of the tub while Daemhyra continued to roll her hips, her hands bracing themselves on his abs so that she could continue to ride him. 

“Aemond,” she whimpered softly, leaning forward until her arms slipped around his neck.  He leaned forward and their lips crashed together.  More water spilled over the edge of the tub as his hands left the sides of the copper and wrapped around her, pulling her impossibly close to his own body, “my prince…fi-fill me with your seed, my love…”

“I’ll never stop!” he promised breathlessly, bucking his hips as his grip tightened around her, “my princess.  My love.  My lady wife.”

“Every part of me belongs to you, my love,” she moaned, so close to her own high.  She rocked her hips again, and Aemond held her close, her breasts heaving in his face as he pounded up into her, “AEMOND!  AEMOND!”

“Belong to me, princess,” he moaned as his hips stuttered into her, “I’ll give you my seed, princess.  Turn you into a queen…be the queen of our warrior heirs!”

“Give it to me!” she demanded as she came on his cock with a moan that turned into a scream, “MY PRINCE!”

“PRINCESS!” he replied, hitting his own high as his seed spread out inside of her wet channel, “Daemhra!”

“Oh, Aemond…”

“AEGON!  MY SON!” Alicent said firmly from her spot beside her husband, “please, come forward with your dear cousin, Daemhyra.”

Daemhyra looked across the hall where her cousin had been standing with Helaena and their children.  Aegon’s chin tilted upwards and he fixed his coat before strolling across the hall with just a few short steps.  Before Daemhyra was aware of it, he was standing before her, his arm extended as though he was the most charming man in the kingdom, “cousin…I believe that our queen is calling for us before the court!”

“As you wish your grace,” she said politely, turning to look at Queen Alicent and King Viserys.  She gave a small bow and curtsey before turning back to Aegon and taking his arm.  Swallowing down her nervousness, she tried to pry her attention away from the entrances, as Aegon led her towards the king and queen.

“My first born son, Aegon, prince of King’s Landing.” Viserys said firmly as the pair came to a stop, “and his cousin, Daemhyra, Princess of Dragonstone, daughter of Prince Daemon, house Targaryen.  Do the two of you know why I have brought you before the courts?”

“No your grace!” she lied, bowing her head ever so slightly.

“No, your grace!” Aegon repeated.

“The princess has been given to me as a gift from her father.  Daemon believes that having a Targaryen woman to become a lady wife could positively impact our family’s ties with other houses.” Viserys said calmly, looking around the room.  Suddenly the halls were filled with an excited chatter.  Daemhyra felt her heart racing. 

She had been afraid of this.

“Tell me who you wish me to wed, and it shall be so, your grace.”

“You are to marry Aegon, princess!” Alicent answered for her husband. 

The words seemed to put the hall into yet another silence. 

Everyone knew that the greens were of the new god.  Of the new ways.  Two wives was unheard of with them. 

Aegon smirked, his brow raising as his interest piqued, “what?”

“I do not wish to tarnish good Targaryen blood with the likes of some of the houses that have already asked for your hand, Daemhyra.  It was decided at the meeting last night, that you are to become Aegon’s second wife.  You will make sure, along with Helaena, that the Targaryen name remains strong and virile.”

“But Aemo-“

“Hold your tongue, child!” Viserys said in a disgusted tone.  Daemhyra instantly silenced herself, her head bowing so that she didn’t have to see the king sneering at her, “You are set to marry Aegon.  Do I make myself clear?  You will be the second wife to Prince Aegon.”

Daemhrya looked to where her cousin should have been standing.  But Aemond was nowhere in sight.  Instead, she looked beside her to where her other cousin Aegon stood, in front of the queen and king.  He reached out and took her hand. 

“I can think of no better lady wife, and future queen,” Alicent said proudly as she looked at the two who had become betrothed, “my favorite niece, and soon to be daughter…you will make Aegon an honest husband, and an even better king one day.”

A few simple tears slipped down her cheeks, “yes your grace…a-as you wish.”

“Come now, cousin,” Aegon smirked, knowing full well what had happened the night prior.  The pair bowed and he turned with her in hand so that they could leave the king and queen’s presence, so they may continue on with court.  He pulled her close as they walked away, “I will be a very loving husband…and I can promise you, that with a little tea, we can overlook your little indiscretion.”

Her eyes widened and she paled, “Wh-what?”

Her hand absentmindedly went to her stomach.

“Do not think I’m an idiot,” he said in a low tone, “I know of your feelings for my brother, and his for you…”

“Aegon-“

“Address me as ‘my prince,’ princess,” he commanded with a forced smile as they walked down one of the halls.  She whimpered as his grip tightened, “there will be ground rules, cousin…do not think that I will be controlled by your pussy as my weak brother is.”

“Aeg-“ but she stopped herself when he gave her a deadly glance, “M-my prince….”

“Now, now, now…” he chuckled as they started for his quarters, “there will be all the time in the world for conversation…right now I want you to listen and listen well.  I hope you got that little crush out of your system…because if I catch you wandering to his quarters any time after our ceremony, I will make sure you cannot walk for a week after I’ve forced enough tea into your system to be sure that you are carrying no bastard from his loins.”

“I-“

“Did I not just say for you to listen?” he questioned angrily.  She whimpered to herself, and he smiled, “we will call for the maester, and get you some moon tea…and then, I would like for you to bathe me, princess as I will bathe you…so that we may become…familiar with each other’s bodies…”

“I-That is not fitting of-“

“Do not tell me what is fitting,” he scoffed, “you are just a whore who spread her legs for my brother not one fortnight ago…be honored that I didn’t tell my parents you lost your maidenhood to that one-eyed beast…”

“I-“

“Did I not just ask for you to listen, not once, not twice, but thrice?” he growled.  He stopped the two of them and promptly backhanded her.  She whipped around so quickly, her legs buckled, and she fell to the floor.  She looked up and was met with a stoic prince, “you will learn, Daemhrya…you belong to me now, lady wife.  The time where you belonged to my brother is over.  You belong to me now.  So, I suggest, you learn your place.”

Her lip quivered in response.  But before she could so much as utter another word, a flash of silver and black had erased Aegon from her line of sight, pushing him into the large thicket of bushes.  Her eyes widened as she saw that Aemond had fallen through them with Aegon, and the two were fighting on the other side.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he screamed at his brother as he punched him, “HOW DARE YOU HIT HER.  HOW DARE YOU-“

“SIR CRIS-“

But Helaena too had been cut off by another guard covering her mouth, shaking his head at her, a simple advisement to not create a scene. 

Aemond hissed, pulling away from Aegon as he held his hand, “YOU BIT ME!  YOU MONGREL!”

“Sir Cristen I want my brother pulled in front of mother and father for attacking me!”

“He hit Princess Daemhrya.  He hi-“

“I was disciplining my future lady wife!” Aegon spat at his brother, “for going against the wishes of her prince!”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” Aegon smirked, standing to his full height.  He began to brush off his coat as he repeated himself, “I was disciplining my lady wife…a matter in which you have no concern over!”

“Princess Daemhyra-“

“Was promised to me moments ago by our very own king and queen,” he said smugly, cutting his younger brother off, “Daemhyra is promised to be my second wife, brother.”

Aemond looked helplessly at the woman he loved, “Daemhyra…”

“Nobody objected it…th-the king and queen decreed it just moments ago…” she said sadly, her lip wobbling as she admitted what had happened due to him missing court, “Wh-where were you Aemond?”

“Come, Daemhyra…we will continue this conversation in my quarters…Sir Cristen, please escort my future lady wife to my quarters…and have her draw up a bath for the two of us!” he smiled.  The knight took Daemhyra by the arm and pushed her in the direction of the prince’s quarters.  The two brothers glared at one another for a moment before Helaena cleared her throat, “What?  What is it, Helaena?”

“This is wrong and you know it, Aegon!”

“Take the boys to the nanny…I’ll deal with you after I deal with Daemhyra.”

With a huff she was following after the knight and Daemhyra.

“I swear, if you so much as-“

“Brother…be smart about this,” Aegon chuckled as he wiped away the bit of blood that had collected at the corner of his lip, “she was promised to me…”

“Y-you knew it was going to happen…didn’t you?” he asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you, brother…” he taunted smugly, “most men would be honored…I gave you my lady wife’s virginity…”

“You son of a-“

“Go ahead…hit me,” he replied, cutting his younger brother off, “I’ll beat her until I’m sure that bastard you’ve undoubtedly put in her belly is gone…”

Aemond dropped his fists and Aegon smiled.

“Be good, brother…stay in line…and I may just let you play with my toys like a good boy.”

Chapter 8

[kandyshoppe]

Hey, uh, I have an Oc that is a vet (surgeon more specifically) but I don’t really know about how they should act about it or the experiences so, do you have any advice on that front?

Like, I just take more example from doctors, my mother and brother are and they are both very, uh, (￣︿￣) about it.

Like they tell stories and experiences constantly when we are eating, like how my mother saved a kid that got shot point blank in the head (kids are very resilient like holy fuck), my brother is studying still but he already has a few experiences and such. So I take more note that those in medicine are just very not overreactive to emergency situations.

But that is just human vets, which humans can be very crazy but it’s very different from animals.

So I would like to know if vets are also like that? Just “Emergency? Okay let’s start” and have many things under control.

Also what are your crazy vet student experiences?

Also your job is very cool.

Alright! So! First! I mainly did paperwork while interning. I only went with boss a few times as an extra set of hands for graphing, and I am not interning anymore because of summer vacation (I only actually interned last semester to be honest, cause I needed to focus on class work this last semester)

Never take a vet to polite dinner, we WILL just start talking about the grossest things while casually eating. Being in the medical field, you need a strong stomach, so sometimes we forget not everyone wants to hear about us looking through poop to find worms or giving a cow an enema. We’re DISGUSTING. We regularly deal with being covered in fluids all day cause we don’t have time for a shower! Got another appointment in ten minutes!

Vets also have STRONG opinions on different animals, though they don’t all match up. I would rather shoot myself in the leg than deal with another racehorse again, but my boss adores horses! That being said, dogs tend to fall in similar categories on breeds, every husky I’ve ever met has ripped their catheter out, and every pug has been a screaming diva.

Some of the shared opinions are cats have the best names, bird owners are their own breed, no dog owner truly knows how much of a devil their dog is, cows are inherently stupid, and horses would murder you for one corn chip.

Now, I am not interning right now as summer has started, and it was for a class, but vets are very busy during spring, fall, and every single full moon. Nobody knows what happens but animals get weird every full moon! Summer tends to fluctuate depending on the type of vet you are. Surgeons probably wouldn’t see as much of a increase vs farm vet (which is what I’m going for). Most surgery’s are scheduled, but there are emergency surgeries sometimes needed. Which leads to my next point.

I was never apart of any emergency situations since I’m still learning, but I have seen my boss just FULL SPRINT across the clinic, and I was told to take care of the front. (The dog was okay for anyone wondering, she had an emergency c section and all puppies were okay!) the only close to an emergency was a sudden seizure someone’s goat had, not a fainting goat, she had milk fever. That was very much « work mode » while also trying to stay compassionate to the owner and animal. I bet working in back with an emergency would be similar to how medical professionals might feel, but if the owner is there you have to make sure to put up a brave front.

It’s different from being a medical doctor as owners are such a big part of the job, your bedside manner has to be amazing! I’ve wanted to strangle owners for neglect, hug them during last visits, or just stare confused at them for saying the DUMBEST things (DOGS AND CATS A CARNIVORES I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAVEN!) and find a balance between brutal honesty, and softness during rough times. If your dog will probably die, I’m gonna tell you that, but I’ll give options.

Another thing is while many animals COULD live through last injuries, such as broken jaws, rarely do owners have the time or resources to heal their pet to a point of actually living vs surviving. Is it possible? Yes. But rarely feasible. Sometimes it’s better to let your pet go, take a few days if you can to give them the best time ever, feed them chocolate before the visit, and give lots of good boy/girl kisses.

Lastly, farm vets look less at keeping animals super comfortable vs fixing the problem as fast as possible. Obviously we do avoid putting animals in pain, but sometimes you have to yank a tooth, or disinfect a wound right then and there. It’s a delicate balance of caring for the animal, and understanding that farmers need cheap but long term results for their own livelihood.

Look up vetblr here as that has a lot more, actually trained, graduated and qualified individuals than me. The biggest thing is for vets, you live and breathe animals. You aren’t paid that well, school is expensive, it is taxing on your body, and mentally and emotionally exhausting. Hell, half the vets I know will take money out of their own pockets to lower costs for surgeries needed for pets! It’s HARD, and I personally suggest looking at other animal based careers for something to fall back on. (Also, I hate petstores! May they all burn!)