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Dating Sandor Clegane - Headcanon

Modern Au! Sandor x Hispanic (Fem) Reader

A/n: I am Hispanic but I’m a No Sabo kid lol. I wrote this instead of cleaning my room. Comment below if you guys are interested in a NSFW headcanon.

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Sandor didn't see you at first. He heard you two aisles over. He was at a 24/7 supermarket. He usually goes at night because of his face. He didn't like the stares and the people pointing. His height doesn't help as well, so he tended to do stuff at night. 

He heard you yelling and at first he wasn't going to help because it ain’t his business, especially since he didn't understand what you were saying. He thinks it’s Spanish because his coworker Bronn, who was learning the language to impress his neighbor, Margaery had been yelling the word, coño for everything. He heard you yelling the word again.

He was going to walk away until you started to scream. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Sandor was quick to push his cart towards your voice. He wasn't going to leave now since he heard that. 

“The fuck you doing?” Sandor yelled when he saw a man towering over you, practically pushing you against the shelves. The man didn't even say a word, one look at Sandor he quickly scurry off like a rat. 

“Que cabrón.” You mumbled under your breath as you watched the man run off. You looked to your right to see your savior but he was already turning away to leave. 

You quickly caught up to him and thanked him for intervening. His first thought of you was you were beautiful, very beautiful and you were nice. He was surprised that you offered to cook for him when you noticed the ungodly amount of frozen tv dinner in his cart. 

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach is the saying Sandor heard and didn't believe until he ate your cooking. He knocked on your door and his nostrils were filled with the smell of spices. His stomach rumbled and he was salivating. He never had a home cook meal before. You welcomed him inside and he was shocked at the amount of food at the table. Steak, rice, beans, salad, and all sorts of side dishes. Sandor learned what plátanos were and he fell in love with them. Maduros with cheese and tostones had become his favorite food. 

After a year dating him, you had mentioned to him about your family. He was a little bit weary since he knows you have a very large family. He has heard your family calling you on the phone while cooking or cleaning. Sometimes he would wave when your family video calls you on WhatsApp. Poor Sandor isn't used to it. 

He told you about his family. His sister died young and his older brother is in jail. Parents were gone the moment Sandor became 16 and he hasn't heard of them since then. You wanted to cry when he told you about his childhood and how he got burned. 

You bribed Sandor to come with you to your nephew's birthday.  You told him this would be the best way to meet the family. You would be cooking maduros with cheese for the next two weeks. 

Sandor didn't want to go to the party empty handed even though you already bought a gift. He didn't want to be rude but he thought you were joking when you told him he can bring a pack of Corona to the party. “But it’s a kid's birthday.” He told you while you were doing your hair in the bathroom. 

“Babe, we are Hispanic. We have beer for every celebration.” Sandor bought 2 packs of 24. He wanted to get on your dad’s good side.  He wasn't feeling nervous until he parked in front of your childhood home and saw the balloons tied on the railing of the stairs.

“Relax, mi amor. You look good.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He wore dark blue jeans with a button down shirt. He had even trimmed his beard and combed his hair. He was still nervous that your family wouldn't approve of him or would make fun of his looks. You watched as Sandor got out of the car and carried the beer with ease. 

His stomach was flipping when the front door opened and a small older lady came out wearing an apron. “Mija!” Sandor knew it was your mother. You had shown him many pictures of your family. Your mother gave you a big hug and a kiss on your cheek. 

“Mamá, este es Sandor, mi novio.” Sandor had placed the cases of beer on the ground and was going to shake your mom’s hand when she walked towards him and gave him a hug. You grinned at the sight of your mom next to Sandor. The top of her head reached below his chest. 

You couldn’t help but grin when Sandor started to blush by your mother’s hug. “Ven. Ven.” Sandor and you made your way to the backyard. Sandor can hear the music playing in the background, children laughing, and people dancing and talking. He kept looking at the flashy and colorful decorations. It was something he wasn’t used to hearing and seeing but he liked it. Everyone looked so happy. 

Beforehand you had told Sandor that he had to introduce himself and greet every single family member. Sandor was feeling a bit overwhelmed, he hasn’t received so many hugs and kisses on the cheeks in his life. No one seems to mind his features. He got nervous when your little cousins, nieces and nephews came towards him. Children were always scared of him. They all looked at him with wide eyes. 

The kids weren't shocked by his face at all. They were just simply amazed by how tall he was. Your mother had to come and tell the kids to run along when they started to form a line so they could be carried on Sandor’s shoulders. They yelled how they could see mountains and the oceans while they sat on his shoulders. They compared their small hands with his very large hands. You had to calm your tias down because they kept telling you how tall and built he was. 

Your father opened a beer for Sandor and sat next to him while your mom fussed over Sandor, making sure he had enough on his plate. Sandor had to unbuckle his belt after the fourth plate of food. You tried to tell your mom that Sandor was stuffed but she wouldn’t have it. 

“Pero hija es tan flaco y alto que significa que necesita comer más.” You shook your head at your mother. “Calentaré unas tortillas para Sandy.” She said, watching Sandor scarf down another plate of food happily. 

Some of your family members started calling Sandor, Sandy because they couldn’t pronounce his name due to their accent. Especially the little kids but Sandor didn't mind it though, he found it kind of funny. Since the nicknames he usually is given are mean ones.  

Sandor smiled when it was time to cut the cake and saw your little nephew sitting behind a big cake. You were standing next to Sandor as everyone sang Happy Birthday.  You looked at Sandor and saw him clapping his hands instead of singing, since everyone was singing in Spanish. 

It was official, Sandor a.k.a. Sandy was your nephew’s best friend. Your nephew was in tears because the pole that was supposed to be holding the piñata broke. Sandor rose up from his seat and held the paper machete rainbow colored donkey above the kids head. Afterward, your nephew was sitting on your lap as he was showing Sandor his little bag of candy along with small toys he had gotten from the piñata.  You were in shocked that your nephew gave Sandor a manicho, a chocolate bar with peanuts for him to try. These little kids never share their piñata candy.

“Tiene ojos tristes, mija.” Your mother told you as she sat on the chair next to you. Both of you were looking out to the backyard to see your cousins talking with Sandor as they stood by the grill.  You agreed with your mother. “He doesn't have a good family, mami.” 

“Ahora tiene una nueva familia.” Your mother had told you before leaving. You knew she was right as you watched the little kids hugging Sandor’s legs while he shook your cousin’s hands.

“This is for you, mijo.” Sandor was about to refuse but saw you shaking your head as your mother started to tie the plastic bags filled with Tupperware of foods from the party. Both of you stood by the door saying your goodbye to your parents when Sandor felt your mother tugged on his shirt making him lean down so she can kiss his burned cheek.

The ride home was quiet, you kept stealing glances over at Sandor. He had a faint smile on his face as he drove to his apartment. Getting inside and walking to the kitchen with the leftovers that your mother packed, you were storing them in the fridge when you heard Sandor come into the kitchen. 

He said your name softly and you looked over at him. “What does mijo mean? Your mother called me that before we left.” You shut the door of the fridge and walked over towards him. “It means son.” Sandor looks away from you for a moment and you hug him. He wraps his arms around your shoulders pulling you closer to him.

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Robb Stark*Yearbook

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x reader

Summary: after years of secret pinning the reader is confronted with the end of high school and her crush

Word count: 2794

not requested but i got this idea at 2am last night and ran with it. been a while since i did something fluffier so enjoy

Warnings: none

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As you walked down the corridor, you seriously considered sprinted as fast as your legs could carry you to the car park and escaping this place. As you were in deep thought about your getaway plan you felt two strong hands clamp down on your shoulders. “Jesus Christ Robb!” you yelled, smacking his shoulder as he moved to stand beside you, “You scared me,”

Robb cackled as he moved next to you, holding onto your shoulder to keep himself steady, “That was amazing,” he laughed, his head nuzzling your shoulder as he tried to compose himself, “You should’ve seen your face,”

“This is why I hate you,” you said with all the fake malice you could muster.

“Please you love me,” he grinned as he finally stood up. He was right, he just didn’t know it. you had been best friends since you started high school together and now it was senior year, and he still didn’t know about your freshman crush.

One time you tried to tell him. Junior year you sucked up all your courage and walked up to him, determined to ask him to prom, only to walk over to find Talisa wrapped around his arm. They’re smiles were sickening when they told you they were going to prom together. You tried to look happy, telling them they were cute together despite it cutting you up inside. You eventually ended up having to go with Jon.

Talisa and Robb actually ended up dating for a few months and as much as you wanted to hate her, she was one of the sweetest people you’d met. It was hard to get used to her being around, but you did it for Robb. At points you even tried to distance yourself to try get over him, but he always tracked you down after a week of ignoring him. The hardest part was trying to make him feel better when they broke up but even till now Robb had never told you why they did.

Jon was also the first person you talked about your crush and was the one that pushed you to ask him out. You still hadn’t forgiven him for that one. “Get a room you too,” Jon said rolling his eyes as he walked over to you and Robb.

Robb ignored his brother and you three continued to class as usual. It was the last month of senior year and Jon had gone from occasional jokes about you two to making them daily, if not hourly. He also kept texting you to just tell Robb already, but you insisted the crush was gone. Lying was easier than ruining your friendship. However, Jon wasn’t the only one.

“What’s up love bird?” your best friend Margaery asked as you took your seats in English as you waited for Mrs Lannister to come. “Oh, and Jon,” she grinned even as Jon shoved her head and took his seat behind her.

You sat next to Margaery, rolling your eyes as you took out your stuff, and Robb took his usual seat behind you.  “It is getting old,” you said as you pulled out the ungodly amount of homework due in for today.

“What’s getting old- “Margaery said as she swiped your homework and began to copy down some of your answers. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue as you’d copied her math homework last week. “is this whole charade. When is the wedding, Robbie?” Margaery asked as she turned her head to stare down Robb.

“Aren’t you dating a junior? When is the court date Margey?” Robb shot back with a grin.

“Down girls you’re both pretty,” you said, snatching back your homework when Mrs Lannister walked in and began to shush everyone.

The class, as always, was torture as she went on and on about the same old play no one actually bothered to read. Sometimes you wondered if she’d ever read it. you were stifling back a yawn when a balled-up bit of paper hit your head. You turned to glare at Jon who twiddled his thumbs in fake innocence before snatching it off the ground before you got caught. Waiting until Mrs Lannister was pulling something up on the computer, you uncrunched the note.

Ask him out. He’s been staring all class at you

You rolled your eyes before shoving the paper into your hoodie pocket. This was apparently not good enough for Jon who kept tossing balled up bits of paper at your head every time Mrs Lannister looked away. When the end bell finally rung you whipped round in your seat, “One day I’m going to kill you,” you said, and Jon only smiled while Robb looked confused out his mind.

“Not very nice,” Jon said as you all quickly grabbed your stuff to head to your next classes.

Robb slung his arm over your shoulder, and you felt your heart jump, “Please don’t kill my brother love,” he said as he walked you out of class, “Also my mom text to ask if you’re coming over Saturday?”

“What’s Saturday?” Margaery asked as she tried to keep up with you both in the busy halls.

“It’s my dad’s birthday so she’s having a family barbeque, but she loves (Y/N) so she always tries to drag her along,” Jon piped up from the back.

Ned was practically another dad to you so of course you already planned on going, “Hell yeah im going. Can’t miss out on your Ned’s grill skills,”

“Alright I’ll text her,” Robb said as you approached your next class, “See you at lunch. Have fun in maths,”

“Ugh I won’t,” you groaned as you lined up outside Mr Tarly’s class with Margery, Jon continuing down the corridor to his own class. “Enjoy French,”

“Ci,” Robb grinned before turning back and practically running up the corridor before the late bell rang.

Margery squealed as she gripped your shoulders, “Dude he’s so in love with you,”

“No, he’s not,” you tried to laugh as she gripped your arms like a viper.

“He legit walked you here when his class is on the other side of the building,” She said rolling her eyes, “When are you two just gonna date?”

“When are you gonna date someone our age?” you smirked.

Margery rolled her eyes again and you wondered if they ever got tired, “Please at least I have a boyfriend,”

Sometimes you wondered if your whole friend group was out to set you up with Robb. They constantly called you both the parents of the group and whenever you argued said they were children of divorce. Not to mention all the get a room comments and jokes. According to Margery you were practically already dating but at least if that was true, you’d get to kiss those soft perfect looking lips.

Lunch couldn’t come soon enough, and you were thankful that Mr Tarly let you leave class a few minutes early since you got to secure your favourite table. Instinctively you put your bag on the chair next to you for Robb, something Margery was keen to point out with a smirk. Soon the table filled up with Jon, Theon, Tommen, Gilly, and Sam. “Dude no offence your dad sucks,” you said as Sam and Gilly came over with their lunch trays.

Sam just laughed as he took his seat by Jon, his girlfriend since junior year on his other side. “You act like I like maths anymore than you do. Where’s your husband?” he asked when he saw Robbs empty seat.

“He’s probably asking about extra credit,” you said as you pushed around the food on your own tray, wondering how they called this food.

“Speaking of boyfriends,” Margery said lowly with a smirk.

“Hey guys,” Robb smiled as he pulled out his chair to sit down, sitting your bag beside you, “What’s happening?”

Thankfully the subject was dropped, and you thought maybe the rest of the day might get easier. Then the announcements started. “Okay Dragonflies!” Daenerys voice came over the loudspeaker, making Margery instantly shush the group. You gave her a confused look but didn’t dare argue. “So, the votes are in and im happy to announce the yearbook awards for all my fellow seniors. The full list will be available on the school blog but here’s the five most voted for categories and their results. Starting with my favourite most likely to be famous goes to my bestie Margaery Tyrell!”

You weren’t shocked that she had won even though you had been off with the flu the week the voting slips got passed out however you’d made sure to nominate her as an option the week before. “Woo go Marg,” you said, high fiving her over the table as she held a hand to her chest in fake shock.

“I’m just so honoured,” Margery laughed as she faked cried to Tommen.

“Next up best dressed goes to none other than Missandei Naathi. Okay now this next one was a tight race but best teacher, winning by only three votes, Coach Tarth,” Mrs Tarth blushed from where she stood at the head of the cafeteria, trying to stop the freshman’s pushing each other. “Now best hair obviously had to go to Jon Snow!”

You couldn’t help but cackle as your group celebrated a bashful Jons win. “Look at these glorious locks,” Theon said, grabbing Jons head in a headlock.

“I demand a recount!” Robb half yelled across the room earning a sharp look from Mrs Tarth who tried to hide her grin after.

Margery gave you a look you couldn’t quite place as you laughed at Robb’s antics as he flaunted his curls. “Okay and last for now but certainly not least. The most tense of all the votes. Cutest couple,” You saw Gilly whisper something to Sam and honestly you really hoped they won however you soon realised why Margery was looking so intently at you. “Give it up for (Y/N) and Robb everyone!”

Your smile dropped for a moment, your jaw slackening as you looked at Robb horrified. His face was scrunched with confusion before he gave you an awkward smile that you tried to return. “No way congrats guys,” Gilly gushed and all you could do was stutter for words.

“Yous finally got together? That’s so cool,” Tommen piped up from the end of the table, “Babe why didn’t you tell me?” he half whispered to Margaery.

“Uh guys we’re not like,” you tried to rush out before Robb could speak, “like she’s got it wrong idk what happened,”

“This is like a sign- “Margery said, her eyes lighting up as she reached across the table.

Your eyes just flickered down to the table, trying to think of anyway to move on. “Lets just leave it Marg,” Jon said, seemingly getting the hint from how bright red you had got and Robbs flustered face.

“I know but like- “

“Gonna just drop it,” you snapped which only made everyone look at you, “Its just some dumb list. I’ll go talk to Danny the now,” you didn’t waste any time to grab your stuff and stand up. Robb tried to grab your arm to stop you but instead you just walked even faster, desperately trying to get out of there.

Instead of going to Danny though you made a beeline for the bleachers, hoping there were no stoners hanging out under there who could see you cry. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much. Being voted as best couple with your crush should be the best thing but it just made you feel so stupid. Robb wasn’t even a boyfriend, just a friend, a friend who was gonna go to college and make new friends and get a girlfriend and forget about you. it made it worse since he was also the friend you hung out with every day, got coffee with after school, went to the movies with on Saturdays and always knew just how to cheer you up.

When you got to the slightly dingy looking under bit of the bleachers you sat on top of your jacket, back leaning against the chain linked fence and closed your eyes tight to stop tears from falling. Why hadn’t these feelings just gone away already? Why did you have to love him?

When you heard footsteps crunching against the dirt you reluctantly opened your eyes but soon shut them. “Hey,” you said, your voice strained as you heard Robb move to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, finally opening your eyes again, and pulling your knees to your chest, “I don’t even know why it bugged me so much,” you lied, “It just annoyed me that Marg would nominate us. Like think about poor Sam and Gilly,” you tried to make yourself sound plausible, but you knew you were doing a lousy job.

Robb sighed, closing his own eyes as he thought, “She wasn’t the one who did it,” he confessed and you just looked at him confused, “I was the one who put our names in,”

Your face scrunched in confusion, shuffling slightly to face your long-time crush who suddenly sat like a bashful schoolboy, “But why? Did you think this was funny?” you said, anger rising in your chest.

“No it wasn’t a joke-I-“ Robb said, his hands flailing before he paused to take a deep breath, “Look I nominated us because I was gonna ask you out and then the next week you were sick and the votes came out so I thought I had more time but then when I went to ask you I panicked and I kept trying to find a way to do it but nothing felt right and now im just an idiot who made you upset,” his head flung back against the fence, his hands running over his face as he groaned, “And now I’ve just fucked it all up,”

“You were gonna ask me out?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “You like me?”

Robb uncovered his face as he turned to look at you, expecting to see disgust or anger but instead he saw a light smile etched on your lips, “For a long time,” he said softly, “And I just thought it would be a good note to end school on. I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“You haven’t,” you said, pausing for a moment before finally confessing, “I like you too, ever since freshman year,” it was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” you said back and for a moment you both sat in silence, looking at each other, “So does this mean you’re my boyfriend?” you finally asked.

Robb chuckled lightly as he took your hand into his, “If you don’t mind,” he said smiling down at you.

You smiled back, “Not at all,” you said staring up into his eyes when you noticed his eyes glance down at your lips. You moved slightly closer, your hand moving to rest on his shoulder. Robbs head dipped down slowly, his lips hovering over yours. closing your eyes, you closed the gap, his lips colliding into yours as your hand moved to the back of neck. Robb wasted no time in moving his hand to your waist, holding it tight as the at first soft kiss sped up and all the pent-up waiting turned to hunger.

A shrill whistle pulled you apart as you both turned out of breath to see coach Tarth standing angrily at the end of the bleachers, a crowd of oooing freshman behind her. “Get out from there right now!” she said as you and Robb scrambled to get out from the bleachers, “Just cause yous won the vote doesn’t mean you can be setting this example,”

“Sorry coach,”

“Won’t happen again,”

Coach Tarth narrowed her eyes at you both for a moment before stepping in closer, “Right well take this somewhere else before I have to give you two detention,”

You both nodded, avoiding the eyes of the excitable freshman which you only just noticed Robbs little brother Rickon who was high fiving a friend when he saw who it was under the bleachers. As you both rushed off you felt Robbs hand slip into yours. you looked up at him with a smile as he dragged you back inside the school. “See if we’re already late to class…” you said, your voice trailing off as you looked up at Robb.

“Wanna ditch and drive around?” Robb said, already pulling his car keys out his pocket. “Let’s go love, before Clegane catches us on hall duty,” safe to say you really were the best couple.

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[dreaminghelaena]

random things i think asoiaf characters would do at school in a modern!au

theon: probably one of the worst people in his class. manspreads obnoxiously, gets people distracted and laughing, and has undiagnosed ADHD so he doesn’t know what is going on at all times. mrs. catelyn stark gets pissed and in the new seating chart puts him next to jeyne poole for him to get his shit together. he doesn’t. he even manages to rope jeyne into some of his antics. he has not shown up to school once in anything but pajamas, even on the first day, and has one notebook and one folder. that’s all. always is asking people for answers and gets into major beef with jon because jon purposely gave him the wrong kahoot answers. brings a “water bottle” to school but there’s just vodka in it. shadow boxes. stinky

jeyne: the sweetest person you could be sat next to. she’s super prepared for school and has 20 different folders arranged by color, her locker is decorated with a bunch of mini furniture and fairy lights, and she always has perfume and pads and stuff for all of her girlfriends. however she does look a bit odd sometimes because her hair just sticks out in all directions in every hairstyle she does. she always forgets to put on her retainer and tells theon to remind her. he forgets about it too

dany: is always bringing her three kittens (drogon, rhaegal, and viserion) to school. chews gum a lot so her breath is overwhelmingly minty when she comes within 6 ft of someone. in study hall when she has nothing to do she creates braid trains with sansa (poor missandei’s at the elementary school across the street). rides her bike to school on the first day and it is immediately stolen. always is dropping her hydroflask on the floor and it makes a really loud noise that teachers yell at her for. you can’t even see what color her water bottle is because of how many stickers there are on it

sansa: does her makeup in class and does not care. cries hysterically during math class (real) but always says it’s her “allergies”. does cartwheels in the hallways ???? eats a whole box of fig newtons in class while she’s on her period and proceeds to say that it’s healthy because there’s fruit in it. always has the prettiest acrylics and loves getting her nails done!!! she’s crashed her car trying to park in the school parking lot 3 times

jon: emo emo emo emo. never has his chromebook charged and gets screamed at for it. he smells like chlorine because he always goes to swim practice at like 4 am before school. draws a lot but especially draws ugly alliser thorne art and then leaves it on thorne’s desk after class ends. people ask him how his eyelashes are so long and he acts like he doesn’t know but he wears mascara. is in the robotics club with sam. never makes it to the bus stop in time and then complains when bus driver lysa arryn gets pissed off at him for it. the 9th grader of all time

margaery: has really bad RBF and is so popular that people are intimidated by her but she’s actually really nice. she’s a cheerleader and her brother is the quarterback. always has the prettiest notes with designs and drawings and stuff 😭 in every other class she’s smart but she does not understand physics at all. yells a lot in gym class??? not at people she just yells. also does gymnastics moves in the hallways for no reason

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hi there! normally, i just focus on my rewrite, but my lovely mootie @star-mum tagged me and i wanted to play!

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currently watching: the lost world: jurassic park, actually. but currently trying to finish game of thrones. i'm on season 2 right now! my faves are brienne of tarth, tyrion, and margaery.

sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet, for sure. actually, i am a complete sugar addict. i wish i was kidding! instead of going to therapt, i spent two years eating my feelings. i know, i know, obesity is a sensitive topic. as an obese person on a weight loss journey for the sake of my health, i am woman enough to say i have a sugar addiction, i have a problem, and i am working toward being better.

currently reading: aristotle's way by edith hall. yes, i am both a pretentious film bro and a thought daughter

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My Stories

You can find my stories under the Pseud MsCFH on AO3. Below a full listing, including an Angst Scale for each story.

MULTI-CHAPTERED STORIES

Risen From The Ashes Canon-Divergence / Rating E / 477k words

The ultimate Margaery-survived story. It has it all really. Intrigue, war against the dead, slow-burn, smut, gut-wrenching angst, family fluff and much, much more.

Angst Factor: 7/10 (in specific chapters more a 24/10 but the length of it waters it down)

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you always smile (but in your eyes your sorrow shows) Modern AU / Rating M / 18k words

There was only one bed. I'll let you figure out the rest yourself. Also part of Winter Writing Prompts series but deserved a own spot in the multi-chapters due to length and complexity.

Angst Factor: 7/10

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More Than Friends Modern AU / Rating T / 128k words

The Friends AU -written together with the wonderful @cerseiwondered (princessofthorns on AO3) that turned out a good deal angstier than we originally thought it would be.

Angst Factor: 6/10

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Once In A Lifetime Modern AU / Rating E / 184k words

A Bridges of Madison County AU that plays in the 1970s Westeros and my personal favourite among the mulit-chapters.

Angst Factor: 7/10

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Insidious Intent Modern AU / Rating E / WIP (211k words to date)

The prompt fill that reelly got out of hand. We have charming murderess Sansa, pushy journalist Margaery and my first attempt at fictional journalism.

Angst Factor: 7/10

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SERIES

Corporate AU Modern AU / Different Ratings /  183k words

The story of Margaery and Sansa, their ambitious careers in the corporate word, and their all-consuming love for each other. Full disclosure: This series starts out as a collection of smutty one-shots and about halfway through will rip out your heart and piece it back together.

Fun fact about this one. It is now set in chronological order on AO3, but my writing it was anything but that. Original order if you want to torture yourself with some ambigituities is the following:

Kind Regards / Get Together / Rainy Days / Old Acquaintances / A Vision In White / A Year Ago Today / Meet The Starks / Hope This Finds You Well / Postscript / Recreational Holiday

Angst Factor: 5/10 (Again: A good deal higher in specific parts but the smutty PWP parts water it down.)

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Covid AU Modern AU / Rating M / 40k words

Going from fluffy one shot in the first part to majorly angsty medical drama in the second part.

An Appropriate Distance / Here With Me

Angst Factor: 6/10

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Parent Trap AU Modern AU / Different Ratings / 37k words

The story of a blended family falling apart, finding their way back together and expanding. Mostly very fluffy family fluff.

My Love, My Life / I've Been Waiting For You

Angst Factor: 3/10

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Winter Writing Prompts Modern AU / Different Ratings / 52k words

A collection of winter-themed one-shot prompt fills.

"Your car slid into a snowbank and I’m the mechanic that comes to tow you." / "We just had a one-night-stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward."

"I’m having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and I hit you instead."

"the b&b we’re staying at asked if we wouldn’t mind sharing a room since we know each other and this snow storm has brought in some unexpected guests … one bed … three nights"

"You jokingly suggest we send out holiday cards together as friends so we do, and now everyone is congratulating us for finally getting together."

"You knock on my door at 2 in the morning because your very white cat got out and you need help trying to find them in the three feet of snow we have."

"I get your name during Secret Santa at work and use the same wrapping paper for my gift to my friend, so...sorry about all the sex toys."

"Sansa tells Margaery's child Santa isn't real and then has to make amends before Christmas."

Angst Factor: 2/10

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ONE SHOTS

Over The Edge Modern AU / Rating M / 4k words

PWP. My first Sansaery attempt at smut.

Angst Factor: 1/10

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we make your dreams come true Modern AU / Rating E / 11k words

PWP. Snarky Olenna, hot flight attendant Sansa, and Margaery about to join the mile high club.

Angst Factor: 1/10

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Satisfaction Modern AU / Rating E / 9k words

This was supposed to be PWP but ended up with more of a backstory than some of my other multi-chapters. Weak spot for this one because of the sheer messiness of it.

Angst Factor: 8/10

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FICLETS ON TUMBLR

Winter Hat Canon-Divergence / Rating G / 343 words

That winter outfit from the Tudors and Sansa has comments.

Angst Factor: 1/10

[existentialfantasy]

Illicit Lessons

Part 2: Ladies Room

“I want to fuck you today”, a text came on Sansa’s phone. She smiled quietly and replied “Where will we fuck? In the classroom?” and added a wink. “Maybe, it does sound pretty hot, to take you on my desk” Petyr replied. “Have some shame, as if I am going to let you fuck me in the class” Sansa shot back. “Then how about my car?” he asked. “I’m tired of fucking in your car, so no” she replied. “How about the mall? We could go to a movie and try our luck” his ideas were getting outrageous by the minute. Sansa knew he would get what he wanted at any cost, so decided to help him out. “Ladies room is pretty empty after class hours, we could lock it and use it ;)” she texted him. “Are you sure we won’t get caught?” he asked. “A few of my friends have used it already, so it’s safe enough” she replied. “Fine with me, as long as I get to fuck you hard ;)” he replied.

The bell rang and everyone was slowly getting out of the class. Sansa was packing her bag as her friend, Margaery asked her “How long will you take? Let’s get out of here”. Sansa replied “You carry on, I’ll meet you at the coffee shop in an hour or so”. “Why, what will you do for an hour?” her friend asked, Sansa replied “I have some important work to finish” as a smile crept across her face. Margaery said “You better tell me all about this important work, once you come to the coffee shop”, Sansa smiled and nodded yes. Her friend finally left and Sansa quickly walked to the ladies room. All the girls had already left as it was 6PM already. She quickly texted Petyr “Come fast, I’m waiting.” He replied “I’m coming”.

She waited nervously as she started thinking about what they were about to do right in the university. It was very difficult for them to find a place to get intimate and they were making do with hotel, cars, parking lots till now. Petyr finally came and she checked to make sure nobody was watching, held his hand and quickly walked into the ladies room. She bolted the door behind her as he started kissing her mouth, sucking on her lips, while his hands went inside her top pretty quickly, squeezing her perky tits. He lifted her and made her sit on the counter, continuing to kiss her, as he slid his tongue down her throat letting her suck on it. Her fingers were in his hair by now, tugging at it. He ran his hands all over her back, feeling her bra, running his fingers along its outline, pressing her closer to his face and biting her lips pretty hard.

A soft moan left her mouth as she didn’t want to be heard, she unbuttoned his clothes and took it off, running her fingers over his hairy chest, pulling him closer and scratching his back with her long nails. “I want you so bad”, he said, she moaned “I want you more than you want me”. He hiked up her top all the way up to her neck, unhooked her bra and started pressing her breasts together and squeezing them together. A gasp left her mouth as he started sucking on her nipples, he was biting her taut nipples between his front teeth, hurting her, giving her pain and pleasure in equal measure. She pulled his face down harder onto her breasts, making him bury it between them, allowing him to devour her milky white, pinkish nipple breasts.

Sansa reached out for his jeans and unbuttoned him, she could feel the hardness already growing inside his boxers. She put her hand on his boxers and started rubbing his hardness, making him go crazy as he continued sucking her breasts, licking them, biting them, squeezing them hard, pinching and twirling her nipples when he wasn’t biting and sucking on them. “Oh Petyr! You’re pretty hard, what shall I do with this” she whispered in his ears as she continued rubbing his cock over the boxers. “Do whatever you want, it’s all yours for the taking” he replied as he continued sucking on her nipples, moving down to lick her navel, then up again to her nipples, kissing her neck and licking it, biting her ears. “You have to stop this and do as I say then” she whispered. “I don’t want to” he replied, “Trust me, you’ll love it” she said. He then stopped and looked up at her eyes, pulled her face closer and kissed her deeply with pure lust and passion.

She got down from the counter, she was wearing stilettos with her tight blue jeans, she took his hand and pushed him to the wall, made him stand there. Sansa got down on her knees, trying to pull her hair from disturbing her as she pulled down his jeans and started rubbing his cock over his boxers.  Petyr threw his head back in delight as he held her head, pushing her face closer to his crotch. She then pulled down his boxers getting her look at his thick cock, waiting for her to use it. She held it in her hands and started stroking it as she looked up into his eyes with that naughty yet innocent look she could kill with. The look in her eyes was killing him softly and he couldn’t wait for what she’d do next. She finally licked his entire shaft from the base to the dickhead in a long stroke. “Oh Sansa, you’re so good at this” he cried out as she continued licking his shaft, playing with his balls.

His eyes were closed and he started moaning as she continued licking his cock, then suddenly she took it in her mouth, all the way in. He was pretty thick and big, so she had to take him pretty deep down her throat, almost hitting her tonsils. He moaned out pretty loud as she sucked on his cock while still in her mouth, slowly taking it out. She licked the pre-cum off of his dickhead and took it back in, this time hitting her cheeks hard with it. She loved how he could fill her mouth up every time, giving her immense pleasure just with his cock in her mouth. She slurped on his cock as she continued sucking on it, making it hit her cheeks, her throat, reach every corner of her mouth, filling it up as she devoured it like a kid eating candy. She pulled it out this time and let it hit her cheeks from the outside, the pre-cum sticking to her cheeks. Petyr was unable to control moaning as she continued playing with his cock, pushing him to the edge.

Sansa could sense he was ready to cum and suddenly stopped touching his cock, he opened his eyes and asked her “What happened, why did you stop?” “Not so quickly, I want you for more tim, all to my mouth”, she said as she could watch his hardness reduce slightly with each passing second it wasn’t being touched by her. She let it grow a bit softer and then again took it in her hands, starting to stroke it again. She repeated the whole cycle of licking his shaft, playing with his balls, then taking it inside her mouth and making it hit her cheeks and throat hard. Slurping on it like a popsicle, she continued sucking and licking on it, tickling his balls as he could feel the pressure building up inside them. She started sucking him harder, pulling it and making it hit her cheeks harder as she looked up into his eyes and asked innocently “How do you like my cock sucking skills Petyr? Do you think I’m decent at this?” He could only manage a weak response “You’re fucking great at it” as he continued to moan. She continued sucking him and finally the pressure was too much for him to handle as he blew his thick warm seed all over her tongue, some of it hitting her lips.

Sansa accepted it gleefully as she let the cum linger on her tongue, showing it to him, letting it mix with her saliva before swallowing it all. Just the way she showed it to him before swallowing it all drove Petyr crazy. He pulled her up and kissed her mouth hard, sucking on her tongue, getting a taste of the lingering cum in her mouth. “You were right, I fucking loved it, now it’s my turn” he whispered into her ears. “Your turn to do what?” she asked as he made her sit on the counter again. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled it down all the way to her ankles. She spread her legs as he got a good look at her panty, the wet patches clearly visible on it. He took her top and bra off and threw them down on the floor, sucking on her nipples, licking them, biting them as he rubbed her clit over her panty, building up the heat inside her. He continued rubbing and pressing her clit for a while, his mouth working overtime on her nipples, making her go crazy. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning non-stop “Oh Petyr, I love how you make me feel, you make me feel so sexy and loved. Please always fuck me just like this”.

He finally pulled her panty down to her ankles and started rubbing her clit, finding her pussy lips, rubbing them hard as the wetness continued to build between her legs. He licked her navel and moved further down, licking her inner thighs, sucking on them, biting them as her body was now shivering in continues waves of pleasure. Petyr loved how her body responded to his every touch, his every kiss as he continued kissing and biting her inner thighs. His mouth finally made it’s way to her pussy and he spread her pussy lips with one hand as he inserted his tongue inside her. Sansa felt a surge of current run down her back as his tongue touched her pussy, he started licking her pussy in long strokes, rubbing it, pressing it as the waves of pleasure swept her whole body one after the other. He also inserted his thumb inside her pussy and touched her insides, pulling it out and then sticking his tongue back in, softly fucking her pussy with it,  her body thrusting itself up into his mouth, making him go harder at her pussy. Sansa was dripping wet by now and she ached now for Petyr’s cock inside her. He was clearly not ready to fuck her yet as he was deeply engrossed in the battle between his tongue and her pussy.

Sansa realized he would keep going if she didn’t stop and cried out “Enough Petyr, I want you inside me, I want you to touch my insides just the way you can, please fuck me!!” He lifted his face from her pussy and said “Already, don’t you want more of my tongue skills” and winked. She cried out “Please fuck me already, you’ve tortured me enough”. He smiled and decided to not upset her too much. His cock had enough rest by now and was back to its hard self waiting to explore her pussy. Sansa took his cock in her hands and stroked it, to make it harder and hungrier for her. After some stroking his cock was fully ready and so was he to get inside her. He lifted Sansa in his arms and made her wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the wall and pinned her back, sucking on her nipples, biting them, getting her more aroused than ever, his cock rubbing against her pussy, but not inside of her yet.  He continued teasing her pussy, rubbing his cock against its entrance, making it wetter and welcoming for his hardness. He kissed her mouth, sucking on her lips deliberately as he thrusted his way into her.

Sansa let out a gasp as he thrusted all the way into her, his balls now touching her pussy lips. He stayed there without moving as Sansa dug her nails into his back, his cock stretching her tight pussy to its limits. He slowly pulled out as her eyes were half closed, her mouth agape in pleasure, his cock almost pulled out fully. He then thrusted harder and all the way in one stroke, her body shivering in pleasure to the friction he was causing inside of her. Sansa put her hands on his butt and pulled him deeper into her as he started thrusting deep inside her in long, deliberate strokes. Her eyes were now fully closed and her mouth fully open as pleasure filled every inch of her naked body. Her nails were digging deep into his back as he started pounding her pussy hard, lifting her up every now and then, propping her up against the wall so he could fuck her as hard as he wanted to.

Sansa was tugging at his hair, pushing his butt onto her, spreading her legs as wide as she could, allowing him to go deep inside her, to hit every corner of her pussy, making her moan and whimper every time he touched a previously untouched corner of her. He stopped the long strokes and now started short fast thrusting, hitting her as deep as he could, touching her so deep and profoundly as she could sense the climax building up. Petyr also could sense that he could not hold on much longer, so he started thrusting really hard, she was looking into his eyes, as he continued fucking her. She cried into his ears “I’m going to cum” and with those magic words, he started pounding her real hard, causing the pressure inside his balls to become almost unbearable. He cried out “I am also ready, let’s cum” and let go of jets of his seed deep inside her pussy as waves of mini orgasms washed up Sansa entirely, her body shivering, her moans unstoppable. Petyr kissed her mouth hard, biting her lips, sucking on her tongue as he let go off the last drops inside her. Sansa slowly climbed down, still in a daze continuing to kiss him. “I think this is my new favourite spot in the entire university” he whispered into her ears and winked as he continued kissing her.

[therealnightcity]

OC Personality Quiz

Tagged by @arcandoria to take this quiz, thanks!! 💕💕

Hiro:

1.) Steve Harrington (90%)--Stranger Things

2.) Spike Spiegel (87%)--Cowboy Bebop

3.) Marty McFly (87%)--Back to the Future

4.) Jack Twist (86%)--Brokeback Mountain

5.) Poe Dameron (86%)--Star Wars

Ares:

1.) Abby Sciuto (91%)--NCIS

2.) Dr. Ellie Sattler (90%)--Jurassic Park

3.) Rey (87%)--Star Wars

4.) Mulan (85%)--Disney, Mulan

5.) Ciri (81%)--Witcher

Avi:

1.) Dr. Bedelia (92%)--Hannibal

2.) Lena Luthor (90%)--Super Girl

3.) Varys (88%)--Game of Thrones

4.) Miranda Priestly (85%)--The Devil Wears Prada

5.) Thomas Shelbey (84%)--Peaky Blinders

Ily:

1.) Dr. Lecter (92%)--Hannibal

2.) Number 6 (92%)--Battlestar Galactica

3.) Loki (87%)--Marvel

4.) Beth Harmon (85%)--Queen's Gambit

5.) Margaery Tyrell (83%)--Game of Thrones

Tagging: @shinycorvidae, @dreamskug, @aldecaldhos, @wraithsoutlaws, @pinkyjulien, @ghostoffuturespast, @vayneoc, @elvenbeard, @lokiina, @chevvy-yates, @dustymagpie, @sammysilverdyne, @ouroboros-hideout, @fly-amanitaa, @z-lagorio, @kharonion, @jaymber, @onlymeandlife, @oceanlilo, @peaches-n-screem, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it--no pressure tho!

[eyedthrice]

ok so as my first official post on this blog i figure it should be a shit post bc that matches my brand.tm

modern bran is a total fucking narc on his siblings and has a box hidden in his room of all the texts and screenshots he has hacked into their phones/socials and gotten. you wanna tell mom i'm smoking some pot? watch out sansa , i got proof you weren't at margaery's house like you said. you wanna tell mom i didn't take rickon to the park? be careful robb , i can show dad the pictures of you wasted at theon's party.

[mysticnightmarewrites]

Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 8: Tongue/Clothes On

When Lover’s Day came, almost unexpectedly, it made things awkward. For Arya, at least. She’d nearly forgotten it even existed until she woke up one day to nauseatingly sweet social media posts. Robb had surprised his wife with breakfast in bed, and Sansa was celebrating with her friend, Margaery, at a fancy brunch – likely trying to get over her recent messy breakup.

What am I supposed to do? Not knowing exactly where she and Gendry stood – they weren’t dating after all, not really – made things so confusing. She went through the motion of classes and a study session at the library in a fog. They were more friends with benefits, weren’t they? She could probably get away with not mentioning it. 

Once she’d settled on trying to avoid Gendry the rest of the day, she’d packed up her books and headed through the park on the way back to the dorms. It was cold, and the wooded area seemed practically deserted. She pulled her puffy winter coat tighter around her. That was when she heard Gendry’s voice calling out to her from the other side.

“What are you doing out here?” she shouted, laughing at his attempt to run with a drink in his hand.

He caught up to her and held the drink out to her. It smelled like chocolate and steam escaped upward into the clear winter sky. “I know we’re not like together together, but it is Lover’s Day, so I thought I’d bring you some hot chocolate for your study session.”

Arya blushed. “Thanks.” The cup warmed her bare fingers, and she took a sip. “I didn’t get you anything,” she admitted.

“That’s OK. There’s only been one thing on my mind all day, anyway. Looks like you already wrapped it up for me.” He started to play with the zipper of her jacket.

Now warmer than the cup in her hands, Arya set it down on the arm of a bench and dropped her bag to the ground. “Such a shame it’s too cold out here for you to take my clothes off out here.”

“I’ll have to make do. Now get up on the bench, woman,” he said playfully, and Arya rolled her eyes. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up until her feet were solidly on the wooden boards. “You look so sexy in those leggings.”

Arya held onto his shoulders for dear life as he ducked his head down to her clothed pussy and licked into her heat.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” Arya moaned, checking both directions for potential passersby. It felt too good to pull his head away, and she gave into the sensations. “Don’t stop.”

Eventually, one of his hands wandered up from her waist and unzipped her jacket just enough to reach her chest.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He groaned. “You trying to kill me or something?” Moving his way up her body, he wrapped his mouth around the fabric of her shirt, sucking one of her nipples at a time.

Arya’s head was spinning, and she gasped when Gendry moved a finger to rub at her clit through her soaked leggings.

“So good, so good, so good.” Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she came.

After a few breaths, Arya stepped down from the bench, accidentally knocking the drink to the ground.

“Oops. Good thing you gave me something else to keep warm, huh?”

“Wanna spend the night at my place?” Gendry pulled her closer, his hard-on unmistakable, pressing into her. 

“Beat you there!” 

The pair took off running through the trees.

[ashleyfanfic]

Absolutely obsessed with your Jonerys fics truly the fandom is so lucky to have you! As someone who’s favorite holiday is Halloween and loves horror movies I can help but request this prompt for the lovely beans.

117. “i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

Thank you in advance! Have a wonderful day! ❤️

Oh this should be a fun one!

As a rule, Jon hated horror movies. Mainly because he didn't find them scary and the gory ones just seemed to be in it more for the surprise and gross out factor than any actual story telling. In fact, he wasn't exactly a movie person, but preferring television shows. Specifically things like Parks and Rec, The Office, and his newest obsession, Ted Lasso.

But he couldn't tell his brother any of this because Robb didn't listen. Not when his new girlfriend decided that setting Jon up with her friend was necessary. He kept to himself, only went out on a few dates in the last few years, but they eventually all got tired of his stoic silence that they quickly ran away from him. And this was completely unacceptable to Margaery.

She was very pretty, distractingly so, but her cheerful personality grated on his nerves after a while. She always seemed to be performing but he was uncertain who she was performing for. Robb was completely smitten, extolling her virtues to anyone who would listen. Jon was usually the only person who would stick around long enough get an earful about his impressive and beautiful girlfriend. They were blissfully happy, which meant they felt the need to spread the misery around.

So, here he stood, in the lobby of a movie theater, with Robb looking around as Margaery stayed glued to her phone. When she suddenly looked up, her blue eyes were piercing. "She's walking up, now." Margaery stepped forward and brushed a hand over Jon's jacket. "Be charming."

"I'm always charmin'."

Robb snorted but Margaery gave him an indulgent smile. "Of course you are. Dany is my closest friend and I would love it if my closest friend and my boyfriend's brother hit it off."

"Margaery, it's one date, not an arranged marriage. I think I can handle watching a movie."

She only gave him a nervous smile then turned back to Robb. His brother took her by the hand and pressed a kiss to her temple. "It'll be fine, love."

The three of them grew quiet, when suddenly, Margaery waved her hand in the air. And between the people came possibly the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. Her long blond hair hung in soft waves around her face. She had on the barest traces of make up, but her plump lips were outlined in a shimmering pink gloss. Her perfect little body was wearing a red Kashmir jumper, tight black jeans, and black boots that sat on top up to the knee. She finally reached Margaery and the two women hugged.

"So glad I found you, this place is a mad house."

Jon was struck dumb by her, as her violet eyes moved over the three and settled on him. A soft pink blush appeared on her cheeks and he realized he must look like a crazy person staring at her as he was.

"Dany, this is Jon. Jon, this is Dany."

They locked hands and she smiled. "I've heard a lot about you, Jon. Pleasure to meet you."

"Same," he said with a nod, but could see Robb and Margaery share a look over her shoulder. "You look... amazing."

She smiled. "Thank you. So, do you like popcorn?" she asked and directed them to the booth.

He nodded and pulled out his wallet. "Of course. Movies without popcorn just don't feel as impressive."

She gave a small laugh. "I suppose not." They waited in line and he had to remind himself not to stare at her and let her think he was a total creep. "So, Jon, are you a butter on your popcorn kind of guy?"

He shrugged. "I'm more of a dump gummy bears into it instead kind of guy."

She suddenly smiled. "Gummy bears? I usually Go Reece's Pieces."

He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "We could do both. A gummy/chocolate/popcorn conglomeration."

"Sounds delightful," she said with a bright smile that it was difficult to look away. They stepped up to the counter and he bought and paid for all of the snacks as well as a pack of Twizzlers." She held the candy as he carried the drinks and the popcorn.

"Margaery didn't tell me what movie we were seeing," Dany admitted.

"The Conjuring," he answered as he handed over the tickets.

"You're joking!" She said as she grabbed his forearm.

They didn't want for Margaery and Robb, but walked ahead into the theater. She was silent as they sat and once in their seat, he held the popcorn on his lap and dumped the gummy bears in followed by the Reece's. He noticed how tense she was and frowned. "You alright?"

"Oh! Yeah! Why are they showing this movie again? Isn't it like... ten years old?"

He shrugged. "I think it's a cruel trick on me."

"Why do you think that?" she asked, and he looked up at her with a wary smile.

"I don't like horror movies."

She seemed to sag in relief. "Neither do I. The world is scary enough."

"Exactly. If I want to be scared, I'll start opening my mail to see how much I still owe on student loans."

She laughed then took a drink of her soda. "I suppose that's far more terrifying that demon possession."

"It certainly is to me. When was the last time a demon mentioned paying back thousands of dollars in debt? I don't think it's all that big of an issue to them. But people like me, scariest thing in the world."

The room suddenly went dark as the previews began to play. He handed her a napkin before she grabbed any popcorn, knowing how he hated the combination of butter and salt on his fingers. As the first scene of the movie came up, she leaned into him and pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, "I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand."

He smiled and took her hand in his. She looked over at him as he stared at her, his heart racing, but not because of the creepy doll on the screen. "Terrified."

[rootin-tootin-roleplayer]

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝

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A list here for fandoms I'm in/roleplay in (plus characters I can play!)

Usually in fandom roleplays I enjoy doubling up, unless I feel like being oc in oc x cc stuff, but thats a rare case!

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RDRD 2 - Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Dutch Van der linde, Molly O'Shea, Tilly Jackson, Micha Bell, Bill Williamson, Kieran Duffy, Charles Smith, Hosea Matthews, Sean.

Hetalia - Prussia, Germany, South Italy, North Italy, Russia, Japan, America, Canada, England, France, Hungary, Austria.

ATLA - Aang, Zuko, Katara, Toph, Sokka, Yue, Ozai, Azula, Suki.

Adventure Time (Fionna and cake series) - Fionna, Adult Finn, Farm world Finn, Scarab, Prismo, Simon, Zesty Simon (man's very Zesty) , Vamp world Marceline, Vamp world Bubblegum.

ITSV/ATSV - Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Miles Morales, Wiles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, Hobie Brown.

Holes (yes that Disney movie) - X Ray, Stanley, Zero, Armpit.

The lion King - Scar, Mufasa, Simba, Nala, Sirabi.

Scooby Doo Mystery Inc - Scoobs, Shaggy, Fred, Daphne, Velma.

MW2/3 - König, Ghost, Horangi, Price, Soap, Makarov, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria.

Harry Potter - Harry, Ron, Hermione, Victor Krum, Fred, George, Seamus, Lee, Luna, Snape, Remus, Draco (that is a MAYBE) , Lucius (same as Draco)

Starwars - Han Solo, Ben Solo, General Hux, Rey, Leia, Padme, Anakin, Obi Wan.

ATWOW - Ao'nung, Roxto, Kiri, Spider, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Norm, Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Tonowari, Ronal.

GOT - Daenerys, Jon, Arya, Sandor, Ned, Catelyn, Cersei, Robb, Viserys, Khal Drogo, Robert Baratheon, Sansa, Stannis, Bran, Joffrey, Tommen, Gendry, Theon, Jorah, Ramsey, Ygritte, Oberyn, Jaime, Tywin, Tormund, Margaery, Brienne, Tyrion, Melisandre, Missandei, Petyr, Grey Worm.

House of the Dragon - Aemond, Viserys, Aegon, Alicent, Rhaenyra, Jaecerys, Daemon, Cole, Otto, Rhaenys, Lucerys.

Fallout Four - Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Preston Garvey, Gage Porter, Sean.

MLP - Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie, Rainbow, Fluttershy, Discord, Sombra, Big Mac, Shining armour, princess cadence, princess Luna, princess celestia, Trixie, Chrysalis, Thorax, Starlight, Sunset Shimmer, Sunburst.

AC games - Eivor, Ivarr, Ubba, Randvi, Sigurd, Basim, Hytham, Kassandra, Bayek, Cleopatra, Apollodorus, Julius Caesar.

Jurassic Park - Alan, Ian, Ellie, Robert.

Peaky Blinders - Tommy, Arthur, John, Finn, Polly, Alfie, Michael, Billy, Luca, Lizzie, Aberama, Freddie, Esme, Isaiah, Bonnie.

South Park - Cartman, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Wendy, Tolkien, Randy, Gerald, Bebe, Ike, Butters, the goth kids, PC principal, VP Strong Woman, Sharon, Shelly.

Hunchback of Notre Dame - Quasimodo, Claude Frollo, Phoebus, Esmerelda, Clopin.

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This took FOREVER to write out but here it is lmao-

[dustymagpie]

Tagged by @rosapexa and @chevvy-yates (thanks for the tag guys!) to do this OCs as other characters quiz

I did it for Esme and I got:

Erica Sinclair (Stranger Things): 89% Dr. Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park): 88% Donna Meagle (Parks and Recreation): 87% Samantha Jones (Sex and the City): 87% Elaine Benes (Seinfeld): 87% Tony Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 86% Alan Shore (Boston Legal): 86% Margaery Tyrell (Game of Thrones): 85% Addison Montgomery (Grey's Anatomy): 85% Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby): 85%

I don't really know what I expected, I am poo with pop culture and with the names/shows I regonise, I can't see any resembelances. Although, at 82% we have Mia Wallace, Jessie (Pokemon) and Scarlett O'Hara (I think this one would fit more with an AU Esme) 78% gave me Princesse Leia!

[stilesssolo]

BICBTY please!!!! I’m desperate for some Disney fluffy goodness!!

This won the poll easily, so ask and you shall receive!

They park the car and manage to navigate to the spot where Sansa told them to meet. She is, unsurprisingly, already there, with a yawning Theon in tow. Arya and Gendry are there as well, Arya only looking slightly like a disgruntled cat awoken too early.  “Auntie Sansa!” Ella calls, Sansa’s face lighting up as her niece runs into her arms. 

“Hi!” Sansa says, squeezing Ella tight. “Are you ready for our Disney day?” 

“Yes!” Ella squeals, and Jon chuckles. 

“I’d hope so,” Dany teases. “She’s hardly spoken of anything else for a week.” 

“Where’s Missandei?” Sansa asks, frowning. “Isn’t she still coming?” 

“Oh, she is, but she had an event till late last night, and wanted a little sleep,” Dany explains. “She’ll meet us here around nine, if that’s alright.” 

“Wish I’d gotten a little more sleep,” Jon laments. “Remind me why we have to meet so bloody early, again, Sansa? Is the park even open yet?” 

“No, not until 8,” Sansa says. “Just wait. You’ll see why.” Her eyes gleam in a way that frightens Jon a bit, Theon just chuckling next to her. 

“Well, if I don’t get more coffee soon, I may get violent,” Arya warns. Sansa rolls her eyes. 

“Our guides should be here any second. And Marge just texted that their driver’s about to pull up.” 

Sure enough, hardly thirty seconds later, two Disney employees in red and navy plaid are approaching their group, and Margaery and Robb’s car is pulling up next to them. Robb gets out of the car with the Rose in his arms, Margaery climbing out after them with Ben. Her hair looks darker, almost, pulled back in twin dutch braids, and she’s got large, dark sunglasses on. Between that and her nondescript clothing, she almost looks unrecognizable. 

“Oh, perfect, we’re all here,” Sansa says to the employees that are most likely their tour guides. Margaery’s bodyguards have climbed out of the car as well, one of them speaking briefly with the driver before he pulls away. “Everyone, these are our tour guides for the day.” 

“Hi!” one of them says— there’s a man and a woman, both of them probably in their early twenties. The girl’s smile is quite bright for seven thirty in the morning, but it’s also warm, friendly. “I’m Talla, and this is Mycah. We’re so excited to show you around the parks today. Anything you want, just let us know— it’s our job to make your day as magical as possible.” They all go around and introduce themselves, both Talla and Mycah remaining the image of perfect professionalism even as Dany, Margaery, and he and his bandmates tell them their names. 

Sansa chats with both of them as they lead the way towards the security check and the esplanade, and Jon tries not to laugh. “I think she may be more excited about this than the kids,” he mutters to Dany over Ella’s head, and her grin when she meets his eyes is like the sun, blinding and brilliant. 

“Oh, definitely. I think I heard her speak more about how excited she was for the VIP tour than I did Ella for the whole trip.” Dany shrugs. “I’m glad she’s here, though, because between the three of them, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about a single thing.” 

Talla and Mycah usher them through security and over towards the Disneyland gates while keeping them out of the way of the crowds. “Fucking hells,” Jon mutters as he sees the lines of people already queueing to get into the park. It doesn’t appear that they’re letting anyone in yet, but the amount of people waiting is still staggering. 

“Wow!” Ella whispers, her eyes darting between the front gate and the train station and the rest of the esplanade. Jon reaches down to squeeze her shoulder, and the grin that she gives him is just as bright as Dany’s was earlier. 

“I thought you said the park doesn’t open till eight?” Arya asks as Mycah speaks to one of the employees at the ticket turnstiles. Sansa gives her sister a look, 

“It doesn’t,” she confirms. “However, I know Main Street is going to be one of the most crowded areas, and we probably won’t really get to walk down it later. So here’s my surprise for all of you.” 

“Alright, everyone, this way,” Mycah says, waving them forwards. The gate attendant scans something on his phone, and then lets them through, into the empty park. 

“It’s Mickey!” Ella cries, pointing to the flowers in front of the train station, which are indeed shaped like Mickey’s head. Robb puts Rose down on her own feet now that they’re completely separated from the crowd, and their party moves through one of the brick archways below the train tracks to end up in the town square. 

Main Street sprawls before them, picturesque and empty. And at the end of the street, shining in the morning sunlight, is the castle. 

“The castle!” Ella squeals, tearing her hand out of Jon’s so she can grab onto Rose, both of them quivering with excitement. Robb looks at his sister, clearly impressed that they have the park completely to themselves, and she returns a smug smile. 

“Alright, this is pretty amazing,” Margaery says. “Sansa, how in the world did you swing this?” 

“Well, it’s only for twenty minutes,” Talla says with a laugh. “Then we have to let guests in for rope drop. So if we want pictures or anything, just let me know.” 

They do all take pictures in the middle of Main Street, before they continue their stroll down the quaint street. It’s pristine and beautiful, all the old fashioned storefronts and perfectly pruned shrubbery, the sound of old classic marching band music wafting from hidden speakers somewhere, the air subtly perfumed with the scent of flowers and sugar. Jon almost rolls his ankle stepping in a trolley track as they make their way closer to the castle, having grown momentarily distracted by watching his daughter and her cousins race down the street, giggling like they’re in a dream. 

Ella’s jaw drops when they walk across the castle drawbridge and through the castle itself, emerging on the other side before the carousel in a beautiful fairytale village. Jon knows he’s been here before, years and years ago, but he hardly remembers it. Standing here now, he does have to admire the attention to detail, the upkeep, the way it feels like they’ve stepped into another world. 

“Alright, I have another surprise,” Sansa tells the kids, and Dany smirks as she shares a look with Jon, because this one at least they’re in on. “Ella, I heard you wanted to become a princess,” Sansa says, and Ella’s jaw drops. “So I thought maybe some princess makeovers were in order?” 

“Can I have one too?!” Rose says, jumping up and down. 

“And me!” Ben pleads. Sansa grins. 

“Of course. Everyone can be a princess, or a prince, or a pirate, or whatever you’d like.” 

Jon can hear voices now— looking out through the castle drawbridge, he can see they’re letting people into the parks, though access to the areas with rides like where they are seems to be roped off. “Talla, Mycah, can you lead us to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique?” Sansa asks, and Ella almost shrieks with excitement, turning back to look at Dany and Jon. 

“Alright, already this has been worth it,” he admits begrudgingly as they head across the square to one of the shops. Dany laughs. “Seeing her happy like this is worth it.” 

“I agree,” Dany says. She groans quietly, head tipping forwards. “Gods, we’re going to have to take her here so often now.” 

“No, we’ll just drop her at Sansa’s, make her take Ella,” Jon reasons. Dany laughs, and it makes him grin, their shoulders brushing. “Look at her. She’s having more fun with this than they are. She’d do it in a heartbeat.”

[p0rkbun]

GAME OF THRONES ORIGINAL CHARACTER

THE ADVISOR ; Sun Ernest / Sun Bethel

NICKNAMES: Sunny, Nabi

DATE OF BIRTH: 284 AC

ALLEGIANCE: House Bethel (by birth), House Ernest (raised), House Tyrell (by oath)

RELATIVES: Ango Bethel {Biological Father; Deceased}, Unknown Adoptive Parents {Deceased}, Azul Adamus II {Mentor}

CULTURE: Yi ti

HEIGHT: 152cm

WEIGHT: 57kg

HAIR COLOR: Jet black

EYE COLOR: Maroon red

INTERESTS: Weaponry, mystery, art, painting, books, calligraphy, animals and scarfs.

DISLIKES: Coldness, heights and lemons.

ADDITIONAL TRIVIA

CONCEPT ART BY ME: 📂, 📂

Sun's personality type is INTP 5w4 and her zodiac sign is a capricorn

Her sexuality is unlabled but she is more interested in women rather than men

Her role in game of thrones is a deuteragonist advisor

She is fourteen at the start of game of thrones and twenty-one at the end of the series

She is allergic to flowers and lemon

She is a fan of baking and would often bake some sweets in her spare time

Despite being an introverted and prefering to have solitare, Sun is a chatty person and have a habit of infodumping especially about her interests, she is smart person that figures things or situations out quickly, she is also full of curiosity that can sometimes lead her to trouble, though she is clever enough to get away with it.

She is rather blunt sometimes and can come off as rude, though it isn't the case, she is an intelligent person but she doesn't have good understanding of people's feelings. She won't know you're hurt by what she said unless you address it. As well as she is oblivious to some manners of others and not understanding their jokes. Despite this, she is a good person that cares very much even if she doesn't have a good way of showing it.

She has autism

Her adoptive parents died from an unknown illness, for a while she has been on her own until she met her mentor Azul

Azul was the person who introduced her in weaponry when he taught her basic defense

She has sensitive hearing and can easily hear any noise a field away

She lives in the north, even in her years of living there, she still dislikes the cold

Her face claim is Park Eun-bin

Her possible romances are: Daenerys, Sansa and Margaery

The name Sun means "descendant, grandson" in chinese origin

The Surname Ernest means "serious" it's derived from the germanic word 'ernst'

The name Bethel means "house of god" it's a gender-neutral name from hebrew origins

She is an asian based character of chinese ethnicity

Note: Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes or mispellings! English is not my native langauge haha, some of my oc profiles might be edited due to corrections or adding more things so things might be different if you check them everytime. 😀

[hell-much]

Cutting Room Floor - Satisfaction

I found one more gem in the depths of my files. I had originally intended to end my one-shot Satisfaction with a short fluffy epilogue, but as I couldn't settle on what version to go with I left both of them unfinished.

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Version 1

It takes a good three wet wipes, then the tiny foot is as perfect as before, and Sansa places a kiss against it.

“I know she’s adorable, Sans. But can we get started? I don’t really do well with apprehension.”

Giving the baby an exasperated look, she slips the sock back on the small foot, and sets the thin summer blanket on top of her.

She sits on her working chair and in pulling a fresh pair of gloves from the packaging and checks the placement of the foot print. It is adorable. It's on her brother's bare chest, yes, but it is adorable.

With the tattoo gun in hand she turns to him, just in time to see throat muscles work in an audible gulp.

“Last chance to change your mind,” she offers graciously.

His lips press together. “You’re enjoying this.”

Sansa keeps a neutral face. “You’re not the first one to accuse me of that, but no.”

“I know that look on your face. Like when we were kids and you got mom to tell everyone they had to play by your rules.”

“Yes, but you choose to play voluntarily. Now stop fidgeting.”

Robb takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Just tell me when you’ll start.”

“Count of three. One.” And with that she brings the needle down, watches his eyes squeezes tight in pain. “Two. Three.”

“I knew you were going to do that.”

“You didn’t know squad. Now try to relax, or this baby foot will end up looking like a claw.”

He puts on a brave face, but she can see he’s struggling the longer she keeps going. And okay, maybe that gives her a small sense of satisfaction. More than it should, given the good place they’re in. Maybe Margaery’s right and she has more a vengeful streak than she likes to admit to herself.

A knock sounds at the door and Sansa calls a “Come in” without looking up from her work.

“I’m so sorry.” The sound of Margaery’s voice brings the needle to a screeching hold. “I’ll just be a second.”

Sansa and Robb share a look. The same one they shared when they were kids, and their mom was about to catch them making a mess out of the kitchen after Sansa had whipped up some cookie dough for them to eat straight from the bowl.

“Marg,” Sansa says, signalling for Robb to stay put. She gets up and peers past the milk glass screen that shields her working area.  “What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting.”

“I forgot the pump,” Margaery says with a sheepish look down to her stained blouse. “I think I left it—”

She halts with a deep frown when she spots the stroller parked in the corner. In sheer unbelievably bad timing little Lenna choses that very moment to make one of her adorable gurgling noises. Margaery’s lips fall agape, and in a few steps she’s over to the stroller.

“You have got to be kidding,” she exclaims, lifting the baby into her arms and holding her against herself as if she was in need of comfort. She rocks her daughter, cooing at her, “You’re supposed to be with your daddy. Why aren’t you with your daddy?” Then her eyes dart to Sansa pointedly. “Why isn't she? Where is Robb?”

“Robb’s here,” sounds his voice from behind the screen.

Margaery whips around, staring at Robb. “What’s going on?”

“What does it look like?” Sansa says. “He’s getting a tattoo.”

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Version 2

“Are you sure it will come off?”

“No. It’ll stay on for the rest of her life. The other kids will tease her as the girl with the black foot. We should start saving for therapy now.”

“I meant if it would wash off easy. We won’t need any chemicals to get it off will we?”

Margaery rolls her eyes, rocking her wiggling daughter and sends Sansa a look that’s looking for help.  

“It’s a special ink,” Sansa chimes in. “Won’t need more than one or two wet wipes to get it off. I promise.”

Robb holds her eyes warily for a long moment, before he nods reluctantly. “Okay. If you’re sure it won’t hurt her.”

Sansa smiles softly. That’s exactly the reason why she doesn’t do these kind of tattoos if she can avoid it. Young parents are brainless creatures. Present company very much included.

Not that she doesn’t get it. In freeing an perfect tiny foot from its equally tiny sock, her fingertips brush over toes that curl in the same way her fingers do, and just then she gets it. For just a second her own brain malfunctions as well, and she hesitates in bringing the foot down on the ink pad. It’s an immaculacy that shouldn’t be tarnished. Even just temporarily.

It’s Margaery then who gets a hold of the fragile ankle and presses it down on the ink pad. With her daughters foot still in hand she turns back to Robb, and eyes the spot Sansa marked before. She purses her lips. “You’re sure that’s where you want it?”

“I can handle the pain,” Robb tells her stoically.

“You cry when you stub your toe,” Margaery tells him unimpressed. “But that’s not what I mean.”

“Ink drying rapidly,” Sansa interjects the squabble.

She closes her hand around Margaery’s bringing the baby foot down on Robb’s chest. In all the strange situations her job as a tattoo artist got her in over the years, this must be strangest yet. Her brother lying shirtless on her table, while she and his ex-wife / her girlfriend bring her niece’s / step daughter’s foot down on his pec.

The imprint the tiny foot leaves is nearly perfect. Already a little bigger than the stamp they did at the hospital, the day she was born, too. Sansa’s never gotten the appeal of these foot and hand print tattoos before, but now she does. She’s growing way too fast, a remembrance just how tiny she is now seems almost unavoidable. So much she’s tempted to get the same one. Just almost though. In all the things she voluntarily and involutnarily shared with her brother, getting the same tattoo as him is where she draws the line.

She hands Robb the mirror. “Check if you like the angle.”

Robb holds it up, brows drawing low as he inspects the stencil. His eyes dart over to Margaery, who holds Lenna’s foot up for Sansa to clean. “What did you mean if I was sure?”

Margaery shrugs, brushing over the fuzz off red hair on her daughter’s head. “It’s not exactly what women find attractive.” She ably ignores Sansa’s glare that begs her not to go there. “Don’t get me wrong. As your daughter’s mother I find it sweet, but for any random woman you hook up with… I don’t know. I think I might find it off putting.”

“It’s off putting that I love my daughter?”

“Sansa, help me out here.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” Sansa pleads, pressing a kiss to the freshly cleaned and good as new baby foot. She smiles. Just how in love she is with this perfect little girl is unreal. She always knew she was going to love her, but just how much, astonishes her anew every single day.

“I’m just saying,” Margaery goes on unswervingly. “That you already have a daughter is not the first thing you want a woman to think of in the moment you take your shirt off.”

“Your concern for my dating life is touching,” Robb deadpans.

Margaery smirks. “I’m not a regular ex-wife. I’m a cool ex-wife.”

Robb rolls his eyes and turns to Sansa. “Can we get started?”