#now why the fuck is the syncing fine here but when i put it on dropbox it's fucked up. HELP

[werewolfbarista]

had a gas leak in my apartment so i did this at a fwiend's place 👍

[sugume]

THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) f!Reader, Breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum inflation, hair pulling, sex toys, overstimulation, stepdad!Toji, daddy kink, overstimulation

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru & Choso Kamo

authors note: repost bc tumblr took it down for no reason...

☾ GOJO SATORU

“Fuck Love, you’re sucking me so good.” Satoru groans, struggling to not crash the car. During dinner, you two kept passing each other such heated looks that even your friends commented on the tension. Earlier today, you got a notification from your health app that you were ovulating. Satoru jumped on you as soon you told him, he wanted to stay in all day and fuck, but your guys’ friends blew up his phone reminding him of the promises you both made to them. After dinner you couldn't keep your hands off each other, you were desperate for his cum and Satoru was desperate to breed you. “Don’t cum ‘Toru.” You warn before sticking his cock back in your mouth. “Can’t help it Love, mouth too fuckin’ good,” he says, sighing in relief when he pulls onto your street, clicking the button in his car that opens the garage. He barely has the chance to take the keys out of the ignition before you pull him out of the car. “Don’t have time to make it up to the bed, just fuck me right here.” You demand, leaning over the car and presenting Satoru with your ass. Satoru pulls your dress up and shoves his cock into your pussy. He reaches over your hip to stimulate your clit. “‘Toru, just cum in me, I don't care ‘bout gettin’ off.” You move your ass in perfect sync with his hips. “You sure Love–” “Breed me ‘Toru!” You moan, feeling his cum fill you up. You drop your head to the still-warm hood of the car, finally able to catch your breath now that his load was deep in your cunt. “C’mon Love, let's finish this in the bedroom.” 

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO  

You peak over the corner of the hallway, winking at Toji who was busy talking to your mother. ‘Come fuck me.’ Your mouth once you catch his attention before running back up the stairs, careful not to make any noises. You told your mom that you weren't feeling well, that during the drive back from college you must’ve caught something. In all honestly, you just wanted a chance to freely fuck your stepdad without your mother coming in and out of your room. Specifically, you wanted to be bred by him, and the best way to keep his cum in you was to use several pillows and put them under your ass so his cum didn’t spill out, hence why you didn't want your mom to barge into your room. Thank God she's a germaphobe. You strip out the Pj set you threw on and lay yourself face down, ass up. Your stepdad’s favorite position. As expected, you hear your stepdad softly shut the door a few minutes later. “Desperate now, are we?” He grips your hips. “Always desperate for you Daddy.” you mumble into the bed. “Huh,” he slaps your ass before pulling you up by the hair. “Didn’t hear you slut.” “Said ‘m always desperate for you Daddy, even prepared myself with the dildo you bought me.” You whimper. “Such a good girl,” He pulls his hard cock out of his slacks, gives it a few tugs before stuffing your cunt to the brim. “Now take this dick slut.” He pushes your head down into your lilac duvet. You try and fail to be silent when his dick hits that special spot every time he goes deep enough. “You okay in there, y/n?” You hear your mother's muffled voice through the door. You clench down on your daddy's dick in surprise, causing him to fuck you faster. “Y/n?” “Y-yes mom, I'm fine, just go away p-please.” You gasp out, throwing your head back into the bed in ecstasy when you hear her mumble and walk away. “Daddy, 'm cumming! Cum with me!” You whisper-yell. “Gonna fill this pussy, get you so full of my seed you can never leave this house again.” He grunts, slamming into you at a bruising pace. “Yes, please Daddy, fill me up!” You orgasm and Toji follows suit, filling you with so much cum it spills out.  

☾ GETO SUGURU 

“I'm so full Sugu.” You mumble, dazed. You fight the urge to close your eyes and fall back into Suguru’s big, warm chest. “Wake up sweet girl. ‘M not done yet.” He mumbles into your sweaty neck. “B-but Sugu–” “Shush Lovebug, one more time.” Suguru looks over your shoulder to see where you two are connected. He plugged you up good, but after so many loads a trickle of his cum slowly travels down his almost empty balls. “O-one more.” You grab his chin and kiss him sweetly. He rubs your noses together before grabbing your hips and moving you down the shaft of his cock. He pays close attention to not pull you over the tip of his cock. You hold onto your stomach, feeling it protrude slightly more than normal, Sugu’s cock and cum inflating you. You feel like a cum filled, flesh light as Sugu moves you to his liking. It’s hard to believe he has more cum in him. “Fuck Lovebug, you feel so warm and tight.” He mummers, giving you a few more neck kisses. You lean closer into him. Right now, you want to live in his skin. “Love you Sugu, can’t wait ta have your baby.” “I Love you too, can’t wait to see you carryin’ my child.” He grips your hips tighter at the thought.  “‘bout to fuck another load into you sweet girl, you wan’ it?” “Yes please, more than anything.” You rest your head back into his shoulder. He shrugs at your head until your mouth is close enough to kiss. He slams your hips down and cums as you two make out and whisper sweet nothings. 

☾ CHOSO KAMO

“Again, Baby.” Choso holds the vibrator to your clit. You arch your back and forget the fact that you have nipple clamps on. You scream when the clamps move. Your entire body is sensitive, Choso came up with the idea to simulate you to the max when you said you wanted to have his baby, that you wanted him to breed to and fill you to the brim with his cum. You readily agreed to his idea because you knew that the more orgasms you had the better chance you had to get pregnant, something about the virginal walls relaxing when women orgasm. Now though, you’re regretting it. Choso’s been holding the vibrator on your clit for the last hour and every time you think you’ve gone numb to the sensation; he finds a way to make you cum harder than the last. “N-no Choso, ‘m done down, I've cum as I can, wan’ you to fuckmenow!” You slur your words, the pleasure making you lightheaded. “One more Babygirl.” He soothes you, rubbing your stomach and imagining what you’d look like full of his cum. Beautiful, you’d look beautiful. “At least fuck me while you give me another orgasm!” You argue, staring at him with glossed-over puppy eyes. Choso gives in and situates himself between your legs, still holding the vibrator over your clit. You sigh happily when he sets the vibrator down and thrust his cock in you. You thought you were completely numb down there but the feeling of Choso thrusting into your hole that’s been contracting nothing felt godly. Adding that with the vibrator that he put back on your clit, you come immediately. “Choso!” You scream clenching around him so tight he can’t help cumming. “Fuck! ‘M filling you up so good baby!” 

[jockwrites]

Can you write something aggressive please 😩

RIGHT HERE - p.b

warnings: smut, (r receiving,) use of drug substances, cursing

a/n: this is pretty short, not that aggressive tbh..but i’m trying a new writing style! also please please please send requests <3

for @billiesmainchick @doyouknowhowtob3nd

paige is manspread on the couch, the aroma of weed sorrounding her.

at the moment, she’s mad because you’d rather spend time with your friends than her. but this isn’t a one time thing—you always do this.

she thinks maybe she’s just overthinking, maybe she’s just in her mind too much. but regardless, if you called she’d answer. if you came in, angry, upset, she’d comfort.

no matter how mad she is, she’s always there for you.

but you aren’t answering her calls, and she’s starting to get heated minute by minute. that’s when she decides to call you one more time, just for closure so she can go to sleep. she’s already high as it is.

you giggle & laugh with your friends, noticing an incoming call from paige before accepting it.

“hello?” you speak into the phone, your smile blatantly obvious through your voice.

her voice is shaky, and there's a hint of anger in it "hey, where are you right now? who are you with?" she asks, trying to keep her tone even. but it's clear she's on edge.

you roll your eyes, knowing she’s just in one of those moods, “im with my friends, paige,” you huffed.

“why can’t you spend time with me? and why the fuck won’t you answer my calls?” she questions, her voice wavering. she’s getting upset, her voice shaking a little. she’s a bit too high.

you shake your head “paige, they’re my friends. and i didn’t answer because we’re having fun, i’ll be back soon.”

she scoffs, getting more heated “so i'm not important enough to answer? i'm sitting here alone, waiting for you. and you're out having fun with your friends. do i not matter to you?”

you get agitated, rolling your eyes as your hand comes up to rub your temple in distress and annoyance, “paige, i’ll be home soon. stop overreacting. yes, you do matter, but they just wanted to spend time with me.”

she laughs bitterly, “stop overreacting? really? you're telling me to stop overreacting when you're the one who keeps blowing me off?” her voice raises. she's definitely high and definitely pissed, “i've been waiting for you all day.”

you scoff, “paige, God. chill the fuck out i said i’ll be there soon.”

she pauses, her breathing heavy. silence. then she speaks, her voice low, “you know what? forget it. i don't give a fuck about your friends.” and with that, she hangs up the phone. you stare at your phone, confused. that was harsh.

you look around, then eagerly tell your friends you need to go, “hey guys, im gonna head out. paige needs me”

you get a simple, in sync, “bye bye,” from everyone before you get up to leave.

you don’t know what’s gotten into paige.

by the time you arrive to the apartment, she’s high as can be, her eyes bloodshot red. she’s in some joggers and a white tee on the couch, her legs manspread. her eyes are low, the expression on her face enough to scare a child. the stench of weed is thick in the air.

you walk in, noticing the unusual disposition she has, “hey baby, are you okay?”

she looks up at you, her gaze hazy as she speaks with sarcasm dripping in her voice. “yeah, im fine. just chillin.” she reaches for her phone, texting someone quickly before putting it down. “so, what made you come back after you fucking left me for those bullshit excuses of ‘friends’?” she asks, her voice husky and low.

you roll your eyes in annoyance, putting one hand on your hip, “paige,” you speak calmly, “i just wanted to have fun. am i not allowed?”

“take a fucking look around hazel,” she says, her voice a low mumble. her eyes are heavy, the high she’s on making her lazy, “they’re not your fucking friends. i’ve already explained this to you. i can’t let this shit keep happening, it happens again and again and i’m sick of it. fuck them.”

you furrow your eyebrows, “but they’re my friends paige. i can’t just not hangout with them.”

she sits up, her eyes finally focusing on you. her gaze is intense, serious. “bro, hazel, i don’t give a fuck about your friends. i’m right here, why can’t you see that? i’m the only one who’s been there for you. they just want you to come out with them so yall can drink and get fucking laid.”

you look at paige in annoyance, wondering why she’s so bitter all of a sudden, “paige, i do see you. but you need to stop, they are my real friends. you’re just jealous.”

she stands up, her face slightly red with anger. “real friends? really? are you fucking kidding me? they don’t give a shit about you, hazel. they only care about themselves. but you, you care about me. you always have. and i care about you more than they ever could.”

you’re getting agitated, the frustration clear in your voice.“paige, yes they do,” you protest.

she gets in your face, her breath reeking of weed. “no, they fucking don't. you're just too stupid to see it,” she grabs your dress, pulling you closer. “i've been waiting all night for you. you wouldn’t answer my calls.. you wouldn’t text me back.. i’ve been rolling crazy all damn night.”

you look paige in the eyes, going from a bright blue to dark grey. you lean in to whisper, “paige.. im sorry. i didn’t mean to keep you waiting on me.”

“you don’t act like you’re fucking sorry,” she hisses, her voice low and seductive, “you gotta understand baby, i don’t give a fuck about them.”

paige backs you into the wall, the dark scenery of the living room making it hard for you to see, “paige, please.”

she presses her body against yours, pinning you to the wall. her hand comes up to grip your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. “please what, hazel? please stop? please let you go back to your so-called friends?”

you look up at her, this interaction slightly turning you on, “no, paige. i meant could you forgive me,” you whisper, breaking eye contact in guilt.

her grip tightens around your throat slightly as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear, “forgive you for what, hazel?” her hand moves down your chest. her touch is so scary, yet so gentle. “for making me worry? for blowing me off?”

your breathing is speeding up, you gulping as her hand comes back up to your neck, “yeah, kind of.”

she leans in closer, her lips barely touching yours. her voice drops to a whisper. “you gotta let me prove i love you more than they do.” her hand moves from your neck, slowly sliding down to grip your waist as the other hand mimics.

you can feel paige starting to kiss your neck, biting your soft spot which makes you bite back a moan, “you can prove it baby.”

her hands move, groping your boobs softly as she kneads them. her kisses trail to your jawline, “it’s not gonna happen again, is it?” she whispers into your ear, her right hand going to grip your ass.

you moan, your arms wrapping around her neck as you speak, slightly breathless, “mhm, no baby, it won’t happen again i promise.”

she growls softly, nuzzling into your neck, her touch getting firmer. she picks you up by the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around her waist. she carries you to the couch, lowering you down gently. she climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head.

you look up at paige, biting your bottom lip in pleasure, “what, you gonna punish me or something?” you provoked, pushing your chest up slightly.

she grins mischievously, leaning down to bite your bottom lip, tugging it gently. she kisses your neck, your collarbone, your chest, slowly pulling the shoulder straps of your dress down. she looks up at you, her eyes cold. “you wanna be punished?”

you smirk, “maybe.”

she growls softly, her hands trailing down your arms, your sides, to your thighs. she grips them tightly, parting them. she leans down, her breath hot against your core. she looks up at you from beneath your dress, her face neutral. "maybe?"

you nag, body desperate for friction, “yeah, maybe.”

without warning, she tugs your panties aside and dives in, licking a slow stripe up your slit. she moans at your taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. her tongue circles your clit teasingly before sucking it between her lips.

you immediately moan, the sudden traction of her tongue onto your clit making you go senseless.

she continues to eat you out, her hands spreading your legs wider as she laps at your pussy. she sticks a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “you gonna stop acting like a bitch?”

you bite your bottom lip, hands going to grip her hair aggressively as you buck your hips against her face. practically grinding, “mm paige fuck! yes baby!”

she moans into your pussy, the vibrations intensifying your pleasure. she adds another finger, pumping them in and out rapidly as her tongue flicks over your clit. her free hand comes up to pinch and roll your nipple through your dress. “that’s my good girl, always listening to me.”

you let out a wave of curses and moans, the whimpers eliciting a sudden burst of energy in paige,“oh! paige just like that oh my-”

she growls into your core, her fingers pumping faster and harder as you buck your hips against her face. she can feel you getting closer, your legs shaking against her shoulders. she wraps her arms around your thighs to hold you in place as she doubles her efforts, “come for me baby, let me know you know i love you.”

you moan, grinding against her face as you grope her hair tighter. you use your free hand, going to pull your dress down further to knead your tits, “fuck paige you’re gonna make me cum-”

she sucks hard on your clit, her fingers curling inside you as she presses her palm against your ass. she holds you in place, not letting you move as she devours your pussy. she feels you tighten around her fingers and knows you're about to cum.

you start to approach your climax, your legs quivering, “paige please don’t stop ohmygosh!” you whine out.

she can feel you tensing up, your breathing hitching as you get closer and closer to the edge. she growls encouragingly, her fingers beckoning inside you as her mouth sucks hard on your bundle of nerves. “that's it baby. keep being a good girl for me.”

you reach your climax, riding out your high. she keeps going, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and gasping. she slowly eases back, wiping her face with the back of her hand as she grins up at you. “you did so good,” she climbs back up your body, kissing you deeply so you can taste yourself on her.

you kiss her passionately, wrapping your legs around her waist as you cup her face, “i’m sorry baby, i promise i won’t leave you alone like that again,” you promise, still out of breath from the static orgasm.

she deepens the kiss, her hands roaming your body possessively. she breaks the kiss to bury her face in your neck, breathing heavily. “you’re mine, you hear me? no one else gets to touch you like this.”

“i know, i love you.”

“i love you more baby.”

a/n: ok this took forever and it’s still bad but i wanted it to be perfect bc i didn’t like my other fics also new writing style who cheered! nobody. anyway thanks for reading pls pls pls send requests/asks other than just “smut” because that’s literally all i have .. also i used this website to help with words to use for my writing and it works like magic bro😭😭 ok bye yap yap

[earthchica]

whiskey kisses

logan howlett x black! reader

summary: You are sexually frustrated and Wade tries to hook you up with Logan.

warning: explicit smut (18+), drinking alcohol, protected sex, dirty talking, foreplay, oral & vaginal fingering (f), pet names (sweet pea, baby, etc.)

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"Hey Peter, how about another round?" You inquired with a smile, sliding your empty glass across the counter.

You were attending a party that your neighbor friend, Wade Wilson was throwing.

He's been encouraging you to socialize more ever since your messy divorce.

So here you were, all dressed up and feeling pretty. You were told there would be eligible bachelors here which got you thinking about having a lighthearted post-divorce fling.

You jolted back to reality when a familiar voice called your name. You swiveled around to find Wade.

"Anyone caught your eye yet?" He chirped, plopping down beside you at the small bar.

"Wade, you promised eligible bachelors at this party, but I'm not spotting any," You exclaimed, swiveling on your stool to scan the room.

"Yeah…I know sweet pea. I just told you that so you can hook up with the perfect guy to blow your back out" He quipped, gesturing towards Logan who was sitting in the corner, sipping a glass of whiskey.

"What about Logan? He's single, trustworthy, and easy on the eyes.," He whispered that last part with a grin.

"No, Wade. No, I can't ask him. That would be weird; plus he's a friend," You declined, shaking your head.

"Why the hell not? Maybe he'd say yes if you asked. Come on, you asked me for help and I've given it to you" He pressed.

"Ugh…what? No way…I can't just be like, 'Hey, logan feeling lonely, wanna…you know fuck?" You joked, rolling your eyes.

"Oh my god, if you go up and say that to him…I think I'll die happy" Wade says, sharing a glance with you, and you both burst into laughter.

"Okay, that was a bit much, but still. Logan….I don't think he's the type of guy who would be into that"

"_____, I'm gonna be honest. You gotta stop being so fucking uptight and just go with the flow, sweet pea"

"Whoa, hold up! I am not uptight," You fire back, arms crossed in defense.

"sweet pea, this is me you're talking to. You know I'm right" He teases, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh…fine," You shake your head, slightly irritated. "Yay, now come on!" He chuckles, tugging you along.

"Where are we going?" You ask, feeling a bit jittery.

"Going to have fun, something you're overdue for," Wade replies, pulling you to the dance floor.

You take a deep breath, let loose, and groove to the music, swinging your hips from side to side.

"Oh look who's watching you," He whispers in your ear, and Logan looks at you with a deep gaze, jealousy gracing his face.

He was eyeing you like a lion tracking its prey, a new look that intrigued you.

It's kind of, a turn-on.

"Take the hint!" Wade nudges before going to join Vanessa. A favorite song of yours started blasting.

It was time to crank up the sass and put on a show for his eyes only. You shut your eyes and let your hips groove, causing a commotion with your ass.

A cheeky grin crept onto your face as a familiar hand landed on your lower back.

"You took your sweet time," You teased, sensing his flawless frame snug against yours.

His touch glided over the silky material of your dress as we swayed in sync on the dance floor, perfectly attuned to each other's beat.

"You look so gorgeous tonight, sweetheart. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you…I've been holding back saying this but I want you," Logan murmurs in your ear.

"What do you mean, you want me?" You inquire, fully aware of his intentions, yet craving to hear him verbalize them.

"You know what I mean! I'm attracted to you, always have been. When we first met I thought you were the most gorgeous woman" he declares, gently turning your body to meet his gaze.

His gaze pierced through you, those hazel brown eyes longing for something untold.

"You'll be amazed by how irresistible I am," You teased, nervously nibbling on your lip.

His lips inch closer to your ears, the warmth of his breath dancing tantalizingly on your brown skin.

"Can I kiss you?" he murmurs, and in a split second, you yank him closer for a fiery smooch, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His hands decided to take a detour from your waist to my backside, giving it a playful pat.

Breaking away from the kiss, he rose to his full height, enjoying how he towered you.

"Let's go somewhere…more private" he declares, not bothering to hear your response.

You both waved goodbye to everyone, made your grand exit, and quickly made it to your apartment

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"I'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll forget your name" Logan whispered, leaving kisses down the back of your neck.

You both triumphantly crossed the threshold of your front door, while kissing and touching all over.

Logan pulls away to lift you up and secure your legs around his waist, before carrying you to your bedroom following your instructions.

He sets you down on the bed before enjoying you. He begins kissing and caressing your neck.

His hand moves under your dress to softly stroking through your panties.

You gently pushed him back, removing his shirt and tossing it across the room. Then, your hands move to his pants' belt.

You played with the belt for a second until it was finally unlatched. You noticed a noticeable bulge starting to emerge in his underwear.

You lightly grazed against his pants, and he let out a groan. You swiftly turned him onto his back and liberated him from his pants and underwear.

You couldn't resist a dramatic gasp! You looked at his big, juicy erect member.

How the hell was that going to fit?

"This is all for you, amor" Logan teases, almost tearing your dress off in one swift move!

He let out a gasp when he caught a glimpse of your big, plump breasts and your black panties

"Oh sweetheart, you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen," He says, cheekily flipping you over and playfully swiping your panties off!

He makes his way down to your entrance, giving you a few light circle strokes before inserting two fingers into your dripping core.

"Logan, please!" You moaned in pleasure, trying to push him away because the faster he thrust his fingers in and out of you.

The louder you get.

"Tell me what you want, baby? and I'll give it to you" He asks, pressing his forehead against mine while still fingering the heck out of you.

"I-I-want you to fuck me." You screamed through your orgasm and as you came down from your high.

Logan begins leaving sweet kisses down your neck as you catch your breath.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, watching him slurp his fingers spotless. He nodded and dashed off the bed to grab one from his pants.

Logan gets back on the bed, rolling the condom on his member before spreading your legs open to position himself at your core

"Ahh Fuck!" You gasped, feeling how huge he was and loving how he stretched you out.

You placed your hand on his hip as he began to thrust in and out, holding your waist.

"Shit baby…you feel like heaven. I could stay inside of you forever" His thrusts became faster, looking down, admiring the way his member moves in and out of you.

"Logan, don't stop" You let out a dramatic moan as he lifted you and plopped down on his back.

"I would never stop" He starts pounding up into you with some unbelievable force, making you scream in pleasure.

You threw your head back, placing your hands on his chest; trying to match his rhythm of thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that" You moaned, feeling another orgasm getting closer and closer.

"You like that huh, does it feel good? You've always dreamed of this moment huh, baby?" Logan moans, grabbing your breast for a second, letting you bounce up and down his shaft.

"Yes, so good! It feels so good, Logan" You cried as he kept going and going, feeling like you were gonna lose your damn mind.

He stopped you for a second and pulled out, changing the position with your face down and your ass up.

"Oh…baby. You also have the most perfect ass" Logan groans, smacking your ass over and over again while pounding into your core.

"LOGAN!" You cried, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. He brought you up and wrapped his hand around your throat while his other hand rubbed your entrance.

"Come. Come for me, my sweet girl!" He whispers in your ear, and you let out a scream, feeling the great release.

Logan curses while pulling out, rips the condom off, and comes all over your ass.

You landed smack on your belly, catching a mischievous grin on his face before closing your eyes.

"Fuck…I love you…You are so…" Realizing what he was saying, Logan went into full panic mode.

He looked down to see your reaction but breathed a sigh of relief realizing you were out cold.

[wosoragebaiter69]

late

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here & here

A/N: i love everything about this request. (i did make lucy ona and keira a throuple for the memes)

also Asisat has left.. no more dedicated funny person in my stories 😔

TW: Panic Attack

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You’re late. You’re never late. That’s how you end up on the phone with Ona, stressed and out of your mind.

“I’m not sure Ona! All I know is that my period is late, and I am FREAKING out, so god help me and come over please.” You’re borderline screaming at the phone.

“Ok ok, please just calm down I’ll be there soon. When I get there you better have an explanation of why you think you might be pregnant, you are literally 17.” You can hear her disappointment.

“Yes I know, I know. Just get the tests please.” She says yes and promptly hangs up the phone as you go back to worrying.

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All was going well for Ona, she bought two tests which were different brands and payed for them without getting recognised by any fans. She opts to not buy a bag, considering it’s 8pm at night. It’s not like she was going to run into anyone anyways, right?

Wrong, immediately as she walks out of the pharmacy, tests in hand she bumps into not only her captain. But 1 of her 2 girlfriends as well.

“Uhh, what is that?” Lucy says, looking down at the tests in her girlfriends hand.

“I, uhh.” The younger spaniard starts to freak out, not wanting to put you in a vulnerable position.

“Tell us.” Alexia says sternly, leaving no room for argument.

“Well, it’s not for me. It’s for… it’s for Y/N.” The older women look visibly shaken and shocked.

“Disculpe!”

“Qué?”

They speak at the same time.

“Ok, I’m about to go to her house. Lucy you can come with me and Ale you can come if you’d like.”

“I’ll leave the nena to you both, just update me ok?” Alexia is concerned, rightfully so. Ona and Lucy nod, before getting in the car and driving to your place.

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You open the door, surprised to see not 1 but 2 visitors.

“Hola.” You say before allowing them access inside the apartment.

“Sorry, I uh might’ve ran into Lucy and Alexia and I had to tell them.” Ona blurts out, you don’t worry though as it would probably get out anyways.

“It’s fine… can I just have the tests now?” She nods slowly, passing them to you before running off to the bathroom.

When you’ve followed the instructions and done what’s needed, you walk out and place the two sticks on the table, flipping them upside down. Once again you begin to spiral.

“Oh god, what if it’s positive.” You mumble, pushing your knees to your chest.

“Hey, if it is positive we’ll do our best to support you, if it’s negative then there’s nothing to worry about. Might be a cyst or something. Take deep breaths for me ok?” Lucy’s reassuring voice leads you into a less panicked state, and you just hoped that time would fly by faster.

When the timer on Ona’s phone went off, you felt sick. You took deep breaths as Ona scratched your back slightly. You counted in your head to three and flipped both tests open to reveal one negative… and one positive. Oh fuck.

“Ona? Luce? Please. What do I do, I’m scared.” Tears stream down your face, your body starts to shake and Lucy immediately holds you tight against her.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. It might be a false positive, youre going to be ok I promise.” She says as you’re crying, her words fall deaf in your ears as you can only sob harder. Now going into a full panic attack.

“Call Keira, I’ll message Alexia.” Ona nods and calls the other Englishwoman.

- - - - -

It’s around 5 minutes later, you feel like you’re going to pass out when there’s knocks on the door. You register something else happening and soon enough someone has their hands touching your knees and speaking.

The person takes your hand and puts it agaisnt something that’s beating and you try to get in sync with it.

Soon enough, you regain your senses and it’s Keira who’s pulled you back to reality. It seems she knows you’re back with the look she gives.

“Hey…” She whispers softly, wiping the tears out of your eyes. “Whatever happens, you have me, the team and we won’t judge you at all. Ok?” You nod.

It takes a few more minutes until you’re basically back to where you were. You look up at their curious gazes.

“You can ask questions if you want.” You answer the unspoken question.

“So you… you had sex.” You nod at Keira.

“With a guy?” Ona pipes up and you sigh nodding your head again.

“Ok, how about this. Give it another week and we’ll do another two tests, IF you haven’t got your period by then, sound good?” You half-smile and stare at the table.

“Do you want any of us to stay at all?” You shrug, not even sure what you want at the current moment. “Ok, Keira will stay with you and you’ll go to training in the morning. We updated Alexia and she’s worried. She agrees with us about the waiting and what we’ll do after today. She might want to speak to you tomorrow though.”

“Ok, thank you for everything Luce and you Ona.” You look at both of them, smiling gratefully. They pat you on the shoulder before walking out to presumably go home. Then Keira turns to you.

“I brought stuff over in case, don’t worry about lending clothes or anything like that.”

“Ok… could you maybe sleep- like in the bed with me?” You ask, slightly embarrassed.

“Not at all come on, you need the rest.” She leads you to your room and you immediately crash fast asleep against the pillow.

- - - - -

The next morning when you wake up, you know something has changed. There’s a light ache in your abdomen and your muscles are slightly sore. Keira is peacefully lying beside you and you’re happy that she stuck to her word and stayed.

You lazily make your way to the bathroom to use the toilet when you feel as if God has blessed you. low and behold that positive from the previous night was a false one.

You feel immediately at ease and get done what needs to be done in the morning.

“Keira!” You greet happily, she smiles slightly confused. Considering it’s such a dramatic change from last night.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“I finally got it.” It takes a second for her to register what you meant by that but when she does she’s also happy.

“Well, that’s great. Come on, eat this muesli bar and we’ll get going, then you can tell the girls about it.” You nod and head off to training.

- - - - -

When you walk in the room where all the girls are, the ones who knew look at you in surprise of the look of joy on your face.

“Why so happy cariño?” Ale asks.

“Well it seems like someone has blessed me because this morning I got what I’d been hoping for. My period.” You say dramatically and she smiles.

“YAYY THE BEBE ISN’T PREGNANT!” Mapi’s loud voice shouts as you look down, cheeks turning red.

“Welcome to womanhood elskling.” Ingrid pulls you in and presses a kiss against your temple.

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[spicyclover]

Keeping my husband's name out of your f*cking mouth!

Summary: Rude fan and an amazing husband. 

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To say Y/n has always been super protective of her family is such a small word. She loves her man and can’t bear that people can hate such a wonderful person just because he’s better than another driver.

“Keep my husband’s name out of your fucking mouth.” She yells at the rude fan. 

Max couldn’t be prouder of her than at this exact moment. He usually doesn’t care about the comments made on him, but it’s been affecting his mood for quite some time, and she can't bear it. 

That’s why when she comes back to him shortly after her altercation with the rude fan, he can’t help to find her more sexy than ever. 

“Seeing how worked up you are when someone tries to attack me is getting me hot and bothered. Max mutters alluringly in her ear, closing the door behind him and grinding his solid erection against her entrance. 

“We... we can’t,” She whispers, her head against Max's shoulder, allowing him to put his kisses on her neck. “They are right outside the door.”

“We’ll be fine.” He says, taking her breast in his firm hands. “As long as we keep this quiet.”

He palms her breast before pulling down the cup and taking her hard nipple between his lips. She arches her back, whimpering as he squeezes her hips and dives into her harder and faster. 

“Max,” She whispers his name. For Max, it’s the sound of heaven, and an angel comes to earth to bless him with her greatness. 

“You feel so fucking good,” He tells her, bringing their mouths together. Their breaths mingle as he drives them closer to the edge. “Fuck, I wish I could stay here all night long.”

“Losing your stamina already, Verstappen?” She smirks, and her eyes close. 

“I’m about to fuck that smirk right off your face.” Reaching under her, he cups her ass cheeks in his hand and bucks his hips against her - harder, faster, deeper.

She holds on to his biceps, her legs tightening around his waist as he repeatedly claims her mouth and tastes her moans. 

“Oh, my God,” she breathes. They move together, the two of them finding a rhythm that has them seeing stars as they admire every smooth. 

“Fuck, I’m so c-close! This feels too good…!” She was crying out.

“You want to cum? Cum on your echtgenoot’s cock?” Max asks, breathless. Husband

“Yes, yes! Make me cum, Max, please!” Tears began forming in the corner of her eyes as she held onto the wall for dear life.

Bringing his fingers in front of her, going down until she felt them on her clit, and he started to rub the numb in sync with his thrust.

“Cum on, cum on, my cock! Show me how a good girl you are.”

He sinks deeper into her, sending her off the edge once again. 

“Oh, my God, Max. I can't...” She pants, losing her breath as he chases his own orgasm. 

“Am so close, Schat... you feel so good. I don’t want it to end,” he admits, sliding his hand around her waist to keep her in place. She watches him in the small mirror of his driver's room. Max smirks at her glare. 

She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back her moans of pleasure. She lowers her eyes to where their bodies are connected in the reflection. Max can’t help to find it incredibly sexy, and she’s sexy. 

“Keep your eyes on me, Schat. I want you to see me cum.” His words are intense that she glues her eyes on him. His body finally goes rigid and shakes against hers. 

Max loves those quickies. All this frustration is evacuated the best way possible, with sex and love. 

[strniohoeee]

Guide

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N ice skating, but she can’t stop falling….(for him). This is based on my request asking for Chris to teach the reader how to skate, and she falls into his arms

Warnings⚠️: Nothing…just super cute once again

Song for the imagine: Are We Still Friends?- Tyler the Creator

“Pleaseee come with me” Chris was begging over the phone

“I don’t know how to ice skate though” I said back to him

“Dude I can teach you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“Why don’t you go with Nate, Matt and Nick?” I asked him

“They don’t want to go with me, and I really don’t want to go alone PLEASE” he yelled the last part

“Chris my ears..” i said to him

“Sorry! But please come with” he said sounding sad

“UGHH fine” I told him feeling defeated

“YES! Okay I’ll be there in 15” he said before hanging up on me

I sighed, and decided to get dressed. Waiting for Chris to come get me. Finally I heard music blasting and tires screeching to a stop, so I knew it was him. He just got his license, and for sure did not know how to drive still

I ran out the door, and into the car

I gave him a side hug as I got in the car

“Hey Chris” I said after I pulled away from the hug

“Helloooo ready to bust your ass” he asked as he put the car in drive and literally skirted off

“Ummm if we make it there, Jesus who was in the car with you when you took your test? A blind person?” I asked laughing at him

“Excuse me that’s not nice” he said looking at me with a sad face

“I’m sorry, but I’m also very serious,” I told him, laughing in his face.

The rink was only 10 minutes from my house. So once we pulled up and parked we hopped out, and headed inside

“Damn there is no one in here” I said as we walked up to the booth to pay for our ice skates

“Well it’s 12pm on a Monday afternoon….who would be here” he asked after paying

“You weird ass” I told him

“Well you’re here with me too, so that makes??? TWO WEIRD ASSES” he said, and we just laughed about it as I shook my head at his stupidity

I put my skates on, and immediately started to regret it…how the fuck am I supposed to skate on ice in these?? Let alone walk to the damn rink

“CHRIS” I yelled as I tried to stand up

He ran over and helped me balance myself

“I’m going to eat shit while we skate, and then you’re going to not be paying attention and skate right over my fingers, and then I’ll have no hands” I said trying to not go skate

“Y/N be for real right now….this is not final destination” he said pulling me with him to the ice

“I’m so scared” I said gripping onto him tightly

“Calm down and relax before your knees lock and you pass out” he said laughing at me

“This is not funny asshole” I said smacking him lightly

He helped me onto the ice and immediately I almost fell

“You are like a newborn deer” he said holding onto me

“In case you haven’t noticed because I know you don’t like to listen, but now you don’t like to use your eyes apparently…IVE NEVER DONE THIS” I told him sarcastically

“I’ll let you go” he said started to back away

“NO! I’m sorry” i said pulling him in tighter

“Take me to the ledge I’m going to hold on” I told him

He brought me to the ledge and I held on, I took my phone out of my pocket, and opened up TikTok

“Since I can’t skate let’s make some tik toks” I told him, at first he rolled his eyes, but then agreed

I started to film the tik tok, and slowly backed away from the camera

“Oh my god I’m doing it” I said as I looked back at him. The countdown went down and we started to lip sync to “I’m real” by Jlo and Ja Rule. I back up into Chris and he grabbed me putting his arm over me to hold me while we lip synced

A few tik toks later I was getting more comfortable skating a little bit.

Chris had it recording and I came up skating behind him, but I got a little wobbly, and I went to grab Chris, but I was falling and I ended up pulling him down with me. Both of our legs went up into the air, and we started dying of laughter. Chris got up dying of laughter and was trying to help me up, but he could not stop laughing

Finally he got me up, and I had hit stop, and slid the phone back into my pocket

“Okay let’s go to center so I can teach you some more” Chris said pulling me to the center of rink with no protection around us

“Okay so first move is how to stop” he said so he started to skate and stopped

“Do exactly that and you will not fall” he said smiling

“Oh my god yes that is so easy” I said in the most sarcastic way

“Just do it” he said rolling his eyes

As I went to stop I continued to slide, and fell right on my ass

“OUCHHHH” I said groaning and trying to get myself up

“Well how about we try a spin?” He asked

“Bitch? A spin? I just ate shit trying to stop and now you want me to become a figure skater” I told him

“It’s easy watch” he did a small spin, and I will say it looked easy, but Chris knew how to skate

As I went to do the spin I lost my balance, and as I went to fall back Chris caught me in his arms.

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked as we stared into each others eyes

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He asked with a smug expression

I just rolled my eyes and got back up

“Way to ruin the mood” I said looking at him

“There was a mood?” He asked with a dumb look on his face

“Chris can’t you see I like you?? The way I just looked into your eyes, and practically melted” I said looking at him

“Ahhh so you do feel something for me?” He asked smirking

“Chris….” I said sighing

“What if I told you the feelings were mutual?” He asked skating closer to me

“I’d probably kiss you” I said looking at him

“Well in that case I really like you too” he said smiling at me

I turned and crashed our lips together pulling him in by his coat. We both pulled away

“I could do that all day” he said

“What is it with you and corny ass pick up lines” I said laughing at him

“Because they make you laugh, and I love how you look when you laugh” he said back to me

“Stop” I said trying to skate away as I was blushing, but instead I lost my balance and I took Chris down with me again

As we hit the ice with a thud we started laughing. He looked over at me, and kissed me, and I kissed back

“We’re going to have to work on these skating skills if you’re going to date me” he said helping me up

“Well good thing I have a good teacher” I said kissing him on the cheek

“And I have a good learner,” he said, kissing me back.

The End

Once again I hope you liked!!! And I hope that whoever requested this also liked it as much and I loved writing it🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I have more imagines to write, but I’m almost done 🙏🏽🙏🏽the rest will be uploaded later on today (it’s 1:34am) where I’m at🫢

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[lolitawestcoast]

I rarely write or post things on social media because I am more of an “observer”, but after finishing season 2 of HOTD, I realised that I, too, want to share my “unpopular opinions” (as some may say they are) with the world. I guess I got inspired by all of you whom I follow and whose posts I consistently read that are truly in sync with what I think about the show overall, especially the greens and other characters I like.

So you are welcome to read this rant/ mini essay and give your two cents about the topic. I will be discussing a few characters who I have firm opinions about and what I think we should actually focus or take away from the series.

I will start with my personal favourite, Alicent Hightower. I swear I am in minority when I say this, because all the people that I know (including close people and friends) dislike/hate her and that’s totally fine, nobody should force others to like a character but the way they talk about her (all completely stupid arguments that miss the mark) as if she’s this insufferable, evil, bad mother. She is so layered, so tragic, ugh, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what Viserys himself has put her through, not ONLY Otto. I say this because a lot of the conversations I’ve had with others NEVER acknowledge his part in her trauma and when I mention it I am immediately shut down, it’s kind of sad and disturbing.

In their opinion, Alicent is a BIG part of what happened leading to the war. Excuse me? Have you seen season 1? Have you followed the plot at all? That woman is a victim. I’ve been reblogging and reading a lot of people’s posts here that were completely spot on about how many sacrifices she has made as she puts it herself (“What have I done, but what was EXPECTED of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law.”) While Rhaneyra gets to do all she wants (“While you flout all to do as you please”) with no consequences because the king favours her and turns a blind eye to her actions, forever defending her even if he CLEARLY knows (and sees) what’s in front of him.

For example, that whole Alicent-Rhaneyra confrontation in season 1 was such a divisive discussion in my family, ugh, I felt like Alicent herself against everybody saying that she wasn’t in the right but you know what? She totally was. I would have had the same reaction (“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s TRAMPLED under your pretty foot again!”) Her life as a queen was forced on her by the MEN around her. What do you expect? How is she supposed to just take what’s happening to her and not stand up for herself and her child whose eye was fucking SLASHED. Aemond lost an eye. I just know, as a mother, I would have gone FERAL. No doubt. How can she not ask for justice, an eye for an eye (“And now you take my son’s eye and to even that you feel entitled.”) Couldn’t have said it better myself. Later on, when Aemond kills Lucerys, Rhaneyra herself wants “a son for a son”. Isn’t that the same philosophy? Why is Alicent unreasonable when she is asking for Lucerys’ eye in that moment? I don’t see much of a difference. This is one of the examples where I can’t look away and just hate someone like others do, because she has a point.

Another example is when Rhaneyra tells her that she doesn’t want to be “trapped in a castle” and “made to squeeze out heirs”. I swear, when they showed Alicent’s face after that line, I had tears in my eyes, I felt like I wanted to hold her because she DID NOT need to hear that, it was cruel. She broke my heart so many times, I almost want to say I rarely feel this way about a character in a show: “Sadness is a condition of motherhood”. My dearest Alicent, THEY WILL NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU.

Is she a bad mother as they say? Not at all. Would a bad mother literally SHIELD Aegon with her body when threatened with a DRAGON? Would a bad mother (again) use her body to protect her daughter Helaena from the smallfolk during the riots? Would she stand up for Aemond and DEMAND justice, putting herself in danger as well as in a unfavourable position with the king as a bad mother? HOW DOES SHE NOT LOVE HER CHILDREN? I mean, I have a mother who would do the EXACT same thing for me, literally take a bullet for her child. And like Alicent, my mother has her flaws, she’s been through things in life beyond my understanding (having an abusive husband), so she isn’t perfect, but she loves me with all her heart nonetheless. She has projected some things onto me and has hurt me many times with her words, like Alicent sometimes does with Aegon, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. Even after the incident with Aemond happens, she regrets her actions, mainly slashing Rhaneyra’s hand: “It was an ugly thing, I regret it”. Otto is then the one who praises her for what she has done: “And yet, I’ve never seen that side of you, my daughter…We play an ugly game.” Once again, he is the mastermind, using Alicent as a pawn in his search for power. She is not power hungry herself.

I think it’s hard for her sometimes to look at her children, especially Aegon I think, her firstborn, whom may I remind you she had VERY YOUNG, a child herself and not see her whole grief, trauma and abuse through him. The way Emily has portrayed young Alicent, specifically in that scene where she holds her baby and she just looks defeated, sad, depressed, EXHAUSTED. While Rhaneyra gets to have children with whom she pleases (Harwin Strong is someone who she loves and cares about, judging by the loving and tender looks they give each other in some scenes) because she has an open marriage and she was lucky enough to get that. Nothing was forced on her. She had the freedom to look for her own suitors, a thing that Alicent calls “romantic” because in her mind, she would have absolutely dreamed to do the same.

Moreover, how can you say that Rhaneyra and Alicent don’t have love for each other? They make that CLEAR in the show so many times with small, beautiful details (the page, their 2 conversations from season 2, beautifully acted by Olivia and Emma). Didn’t Alicent vehemently defend Rhaneyra against the “claims” made by Otto that her and Daemon got into some inappropriate actions together? Even though his informer was right. She believed her and vouched for her to the king. She has never been jealous of her in that sense. She was envious perhaps of her freedom, yes, for sure, but who wouldn’t be, given her situation. She still loved and cared for her deeply.

When Otto is dismissed as hand and they have that conversation in the rain where he enforces on her that she has to prepare Aegon to be king because Rhaneyra will put her children to the sword otherwise, because she will be challenged by Aegon; the manipulation from Otto she has received time and time again runs deep into her adulthood. After he leaves she is alone at court, nobody in her corner. She doesn’t realise she is being used as a pawn in a man’s power games, but she becomes paranoid and determined to defend her own family. Cut to the wedding scene: after she finds out about Rhaneyra’s indiscretion with Cole, she fully embraces the colour green, representative of the Hightower house, subtly declaring war by showing up in that beautiful gown in the middle of the king’s speech (an iconic, awesome scene if you ask me). At that point, she was disappointed, angry and possibly fed up with her having to honour her duty as a queen, while her dearest friend lies and gets away with things. As much as you love and care for someone like that, you cannot overlook their wrongdoings.

I’ve also seen that she was called a “bitch” for wanting to see Rhaneyra’s child immediately after giving birth. However, she didn’t want HER to come to Alicent physically and show the baby, it was after all, Rhaneyra’s decision to go. Being her third child and Alicent probably seeing the other 2, of course she wanted to see for herself if he’ll look the same. She is the only one pointing out that they are bastards and everybody KNOWS IT. Her husband, Cole, all the people at court, hell even Harwin’s father. It is so blatantly obvious; it’s actually hilarious how Viserys dismissed Alicent and everybody who brought it up, which is fair enough from their perspective, even for Vaemond when they are discussing the succession of Driftmark. How can one NOT be frustrated? How can she not be furious? Later on, when the king states “Anyone who dares question the legitimacy of my grandsons, should have it (their tongue) removed” as Rhaneyra looks at Alicent with some sort of entitlement and power: “Thank you, father”. The rage I felt for her in that moment was so intense, because it is so unfair.

Here is another hard pill to swallow for some: Viserys has divided his family by always favouring his first daughter (he even refers to her as his “only daughter/child). He wants peace in his family but all he does is create “war”, hate, resentment, bitterness etc. Maybe he wasn’t Viserys “the peaceful” after all, at least not when it came to his own family. Never acknowledged or cared for his other 4 children he has with Alicent which in turn made them (particularly Aegon and Aemond) the way they are. Aegon even mentions how his father “didn’t like him”. Can you blame him? He yells in his face when Aemond’s eye incident happens, doesn’t give A DAMN about the fact that his son , “HIS BLOOD” , had lost an eye because he cares more that his precious daughter’s sons were insulted: “MY SON HAS LOST AN EYE FOR AN INSULT?” Yes Alicent, I was in fact, also enraged when that happened. How does nobody look at that man and see what he has done to his own family? Maybe HE has more of a role in the dance later on, together with Otto and other MEN who plotted the usurping. Maybe things would have been different had he been a better father/husband. But they sure like to blame the woman, the “scorned bitch” who’s jealous of Rhaneyra.

Even so, despite all this, make no mistake, the love and affection between the two women never fades away. That scene from season 1 episode 8, where she softly squeezes her hand (ironically the same one that has the scar she inflicted on her) and lovingly tells her not to leave after their children have an argument. You can feel their chemistry: it’s like they found each other again, after such a long, tumultuous time, at last, Rhaneyra and Alicent together like old times. That whole dinner scene was so peaceful, literally the calm before the storm. The poison runs deep in the family, it can’t be erased just like that, in one night. You can see that whatever foundation Viserys thought he had built within his family and the realm, it all crumbled down in the end.

Alicent needed someone to support her and remind her that it is NOT her fault: what happened to her, that she was used, abused and her innocence stolen from her. She was so desperate for this.

I won’t even have enough time to write everything here about Alicent’s life, at least nothing that hasn’t already been said (beautifully put by others that I read so far, you are all making me feel seen by the way!❤️)

Maybe I am too emotionally attached to her, but I can’t understand the constant hate she gets from CERTAIN people. It is so frustrating to try and explain everytime all the details in the scenes with her to others, I guess it doesn’t matter in the end. “It’s just a fictional character” they say; yes, indeed. I get very passionate sometimes because I was a film student and movies/tv shows are and will forever be my life and I am always analyzing all the details (force of habit, because I had to do this a lot for my assignments).

I don’t even have a side (team green, team black) fuck that nonsense. Personally, that strategy marketing which HBO constantly tried to shove down our throats is just bullshit; in the end, NOBODY (except Helaena) is truly a role model or a “hero”. The whole idea of this entire show and its events is about the smallfolk and the dragons who are nothing but collateral damage in this foolish civil war. While the privileged fight for a throne, the others suffer, the real innocents.

When I watch the show, I don’t even care about childish things like taking sides, like this is just a basic argument between two people, I just have a couple of characters that I root for or feel close to because they speak to me in a very specific manner. Also, the actors are tremendously talented so they literally make the characters compelling, maybe beyond what they get on the page of that script (which sometimes it’s not much or enough, if you ask me).

Hopefully I am not alone and I’ve seen here that I am not (I almost feel like part of a community at this point🥹), but in general I prefer the team green characters (which DOES NOT mean that I dislike or hate anyone in team black), I just think they are more complex, fucked up, relatable, and acted so damn well (although EVERYBODY in that cast is exceptional). I think I like the whole “dysfunctional” family vibe the greens have.

That being said, I like Rhaneyra as a character, for sure, I don’t dislike her at all, but I don’t know if I like what they are doing to her, script wise. Emma is exceptional in their portrayal of the character with what they are given anyway, but the writers are certainly making her more seem like the “hero” of the story, although I can see she has a lot of flaws. She is FAR from perfect. What I gathered from her as a character is that she is quite hypocritical in many aspects, especially when it comes to Alicent. In certain scenes in season 2 for instance, she points fingers at her for the things Rhaneyra herself has done. Blames her for starting this war when in fact, it wasn’t Alicent.

Unfortunately some fans are way too biased and are so blinded by what the show is feeding them to see and acknowledge her wrongdoings and see beyond this “rightful heir” tag she has. I am starting to see more interesting and complex things from Rhaneyra, mainly from season 2 and I am hopeful to see what’s in store for her in season 3. Although, I’ve always seen her as someone more nuanced, thanks to Milly and Emma’s stellar performances. She isn’t very likeable to me, because I see through her, for what she is. But I like when she gets more like her book counterpart (if you know what I’m saying). I like to see that: more complexity.

Furthermore, I was absolutely gutted when Rhaenys died (she really should have been queen🫡), what a great character. I love that Jacaerys got some more personality in the last few episodes of season 2, because I wasn’t convinced before of him as a solid character. This also leads me to the idea that Rhaneyra is definitely a bit selfish in pursuing her claim to the throne and totally overlooking his (valid) feelings towards the other bastard Targaryens claiming the dragons. I loved his speech and how he stood up for himself in a way.

You have to objectively look at these characters most of the time while watching the show and it is truly unfortunate that many people in the fandom are so blindly biased and defensive of some of their favourites, especially Rhaneyra because I see that happening mostly with her. You can’t judge them, but god forbid you tell them you like the greens, especially Alicent, Aemond (even Ageon) or Cole (speaking from my own experience) then you are definitely going to be judged because they are somehow seen as the antagonists of the show.

In my humble opinion, the show DOES NOT have protagonists or antagonists because like I’ve mentioned before, that’s not the point at all. Each one of us has their own “favourite war criminal” and that’s that. Let us, the audience just enjoy supporting the characters we like and stop judging each other. This is not real life, it’s not that deep. I like when I talk to someone and they express their love and passion for a character, even though I don’t feel the same, it’s quite nice to do that without criticising and getting into an argument with that person. We respect each other’s opinions and move on.

Anyways, went on a bit of a tangent there but moving on, Baela is also a character I like a lot, because I need somebody that supporting and wise in life by my side, for real. She is a gem. When she says something, I listen.

I know this might sound odd but I don’t actually HATE anybody in this show. I can say I dislike Daemon for pretty well known reasons at this point, no need to list them here, although I don’t feel hate for him necessarily. I am raising my eyebrow a bit at how Aemond turned out so far, although I still think that Ewan made him one of the coolest, most compelling characters in the show, especially in season 2. He is a delight to watch because his presence on screen is just THAT fucking gripping. I still see him as an underdog, especially looking back at his childhood and what happened to his eye and all that. I still feel for that child, for how he was bullied and undermined. I can’t completely overlook the things that happened to him which lead to the events of season 2. Although, as a book reader, I am a bit disappointed in some of the writing regarding his character (a discussion for another day).

This is a big one, but I also didn’t get why SO MANY people HATE Criston Cole, like he’s actually universally the most hated character in the show so far (based on how Fabien Frankel himself was harassed on his instagram which breaks my heart). It is such a sad, but funny thing to see at the same time.

This guy is certainly NOT the worst character in the GOT universe; if you rewatch GOT (which I’m currently doing) he really is no match for some people you see there. He was clearly wrong in many aspects in this show, especially with the event of Blood and Cheese and what followed. I would say that I disliked his behaviour and I certainly did not align with many of his actions and opinions at certain points in the show, although I do feel that he is remorseful and has had quite the journey in season 2. By the end of this season he went through quite a horrific experience (the battle at Rook’s Rest) which I think changed him mentally and you can see that, courtesy of Fabien’s great performance (when he has that conversation with Gwayne in season 2 finale, which I loved).

I’ve seen the memes with him and the constant topic being brought up of him being “bitter” and hung up on Rhaneyra because she turned him down when he suggested that they should run away together, but I don’t even think it goes on for too long, at least in his mind. Yes, he calls her names and talks shit about her at times (indirectly) but I think later on he’s moved on from that, at least since he started to be more intimate with Alicent (who he says is the “beacon” he follows) because rightfully so, she saved his life in many ways, I guess literally and metaphorically. He doesn’t have time to think about his bitterness towards Rhaneyra anymore, with all that has taken place since they had that encounter, at least I don’t think so.

He has had quite the journey and at this point I just think the hate and the jokes are getting old and more like, there is no other character we can hate so we are all pointing fingers at “Crispin” as I’ve seen and heard people call him. I just can’t even bring myself to hate him, I respect how smart he is and how skilled in battle he proved himself to be. Surely he is not as one dimensional as people are making him out to be. Yes, the memes are funny and all that, but some people are too mean spirited, it makes me think they are projecting a little bit too much. Even Fabien himself is moved when somebody praises his character or says something nice about him (I saw that in an interview some time ago, he was genuinely happy someone complimented him because he has seen the hate and I just wanted to go through the screen and hug him, he is so kind, bless him). Give him a break guys, please.

Again, this might be quite an unpopular opinion, but isn’t Cole justified in a way to be upset and resentful over what happened between him and Rhaneyra? Wasn’t he used that night to satisfy her needs and quite frankly her frustration because she didn’t get what she wanted from Daemon? She could care leas about him as a person, about his honour, his duty. Most of the time she was too carefree and ignorant of these concepts. Wasn’t there a power imbalance between them? He tried to resist, he didn’t pursue her. What was he to do? I wondered often what would have happened if he denied her that night.

After their affair, he asks her to run away with him (which I admit it was a bit funny the way he put it, to leave behind her privileged life to go somewhere and sell oranges or whatever) but in that moment, the way she looks at him and answers, I’m sure broke his heart, because he thought she might have feelings for him. I didn’t even see them as simply having “sex” but more like “making love”, it was quite tender and beautiful. I don’t think he was wrong in assuming that, after all, they were each others’ firsts. He feels hurt, cheated and used: “So you want me to be your whore?”. I can’t lie, I felt for him in that moment. Everything he had to his name, as he says, was taken from him. Can we not feel some sympathy for this man? Is he not justified in thinking that Rhaneyra is “a cunning spider”? As far as he is concerned, she has fooled him and stolen his honour, left him with nothing to his name. He was already by the standards of those times, a nobody.

Can we just be reasonable as an audience and just stop following others like sheep on this “chain” of hate?

Don’t even get me started on Aegon. I won’t even expand here why I also never hated him (although I want to make it CLEAR that I DO NOT condone what he did in the show, under NO circumstances) even though again, I am disappointed on how his character was changed from the books (if you know, you know). I feel he has been treated unfairly just like his mother and there are a lot of reasons he is the way he is. Like I said, too much to get into. But once again I praise the actors for giving such nuanced performances, THEY are making the characters come to life.

I feel I already said too much and I don’t want to get into the book and the parallels with GOT because I would have to write a thesis then and this has already become an essay.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you, I appreciate you reading this; it is my first time posting something like this. I don’t really post my opinions online because the internet is mean and toxic but I really wanted to get this off my chest. Maybe in hopes that someone else shares the same views (which I think we’ve established there are quite a few people here on tumblr who do). I am so excited to read more posts/opinions and hopefully be part of healthy discussions about this show and its characters. Please be respectful.

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 2

Bang Chan

Even after asking my family to keep the ceremony simple, they went out of my way to invite people I have never seen in my life.

I just wanted to get this over with, read my vows, kiss her, slide the ring onto her finger and go back home. Not dance, cut the cake and watch her throw the bouquet to see who's next in line for marriage.

Although, there was something about her that I couldn't push out of my mind even after trying so hard. The way her big brown eyes looked at me when we were exchanging our vows or how her lips moved when she spoke.

I was genuinely expecting her to walk away last night when I asked her to sign the contract, but her acceptance to this marriage valid only for a year caught me off guard since I wasn't really expecting her to have the same reason as me, being pressured to get married.

Inheriting the company isn't what I want to do ever but if my father wants his empire to go for generations, I don't really have a choice. I already got the position of COO last year after the previous one resigned and it's not like I'm going to become CEO over night anyway.

I didn't have a single belief in marriage. It was a legal commitment that seemed more like a business merger than anything romantic.

Growing up, I saw it as a cage, restricting freedom and independence. Even after returning home to the States from Europe and taking on more responsibilities in the family company, marriage was never on my agenda. It was my father's idea, a way to stabilize my erratic lifestyle and secure the future of our brand.

"A wife is an important person in your life son. You're 26, you'll be 30 in a nick of time and I want you to settle down and be responsible"

Responsible. My ass. My father's words still haunted my mind and his ultimatum- to touch cigarettes and alcohol after his life threatening surgery gave me no choice but to agree to this arranged marriage.

The ceremony was over, the guests had left, my friends and I were in my suite, sushi and alcohol were spread across the table. I grabbed a piece and put it in my mouth, letting the flavours melt in my tongue.

"Your wife is fucking gorgeous in person" Hyunjin, one of my best friends said, sitting back on the couch, his hand holding a glass of gin, his hair was in a mini ponytail and shirt half unbuttoned.

"Careful Hyunjin," Lee Know warned, sitting on the other side of the same couch and leaned over to grab a piece of sushi. "You don't want to piss off the newlywed. His face looks unbearable as it is."

I scoffed, finishing off my glass of whiskey, the strong liquid burning down my throat. That felt good. "It's fine. It's not a real marriage anyway" I laid my head back of the couch. The weight of the day's events still pressed on me.

"Real or not, she is still your wife. I respect that woman for agreeing to sign that insane contract of yours in the first place" Changbin said from the other side, scrolling his phone and sipping his own glass of wine. The guy sleeps in the fucking gym, his shirt was trying its best not to burst.

"The poor girl looked terrified of you when I handed the rings. Seriously bro why can't you smile for Christ's sake?" Felix looked at me, annoyance spread across his face.

His blue hair felt like a disco ball shinning right in my face. I was already irritated as I am, but I have never gone as far as to getting my tension out on my friends. We have been together for the longest I remember, they are literally part of my family.

"Shouldn't you be with her now? Why the hell are you here?" Lee Know looked at me with a single eyebrow arching up, the rest of the guys, Han, I.N and Seungmin humming in sync.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and got up and poured myself another glass of whiskey, Lee Know shook his head and leaned back on the couch, visibly irritated by my behaviour.

"Dude, just go to her. Whether a year, real or not, she is your wife. Stop being a dick. Plus I don't get it, man. Why go through with this if it's just for a year?" Hyunjin said glaring at me, I could not understand why the guys were more pissed at this than I am.

Shouldn't I be worrying about her, which I am clearly not, their irritations annoyed the fuck out of me.

"It's complicated okay?" I said taking a deep breath and getting off the couch, holding my glass and tidying my shirt. "Dad's health, family issues, I didn't have any other choice."

I walked over, crossing them towards the balcony, letting the night's breeze hit my face. The air felt like icicles piercing my skin, I sighed and looked back at the guys who got engrossed in their own conversation, probably scolding me although I didn't care.

I probably was being a dick, but I didn't give a shit. She wasn't interested in this marriage and so wasn't I, why even bother trying to play husband and wife when nobody was looking? We only had to pretend in front of the family during the events for a year and after a year we can part ways mutually.

That was the deal. She read the contract and signed it.

The beach view outside was serene, the moonlit waves glowing with a calm vibrancy that seemed at odds with the cold, hollow feeling inside me. Seagulls called faintly in the distance, and life went on as if everything was normal. As if my world hadn't just been turned upside down.

I took a sip from my glass, the alcohol burning its way down my throat, and let the sound of the waves drown out my thoughts. For a moment, I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze wash over me, hoping it would clear my mind.

A soft clap on my shoulder brought me back to my senses, Han stood next to me, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me. "Look dude, we get it alright. This isn't what you wanted and you're doing this for the sake of your father," I looked at him, the grip around my glass tightening, his hand remained on my back.

"But still, she is part reason why your dad's nagging and stress is off your shoulders at least for a year. So go to her. At least get to know something about her. What will you do if some relative of yours comes to you and asks something about you both? You know how nosey families can be. Are you going to remain like a lifeless statue in front of them?"

I arched an eyebrow at him but he was right. I had to know something about her. All I knew about her was her name and she is twenty four. I put my hand on his shoulder and gulped down the remaining liquid in my glass.

"Fine. I'll go. Just don't break any shit in here after getting drunk or something."

Han chuckled at my response and took the glass from my hand. I went back inside and grabbed my coat off the bed and headed towards the door.

"Good luck bro" I.N, our youngest of our group wished me luck as if I was going to sit for an entrance exam to Harvard.

I chuckled softly and shook my head at him, "Bye guys, see you later."

I said as I closed the door to my suite behind me and headed to the elevator, the doors slid open, if I didn't forget, her suite was one floor above mine. I reached the floor in less than 10 seconds and walked to her suite at the end of the hall and softly knocked on the door.

I don't know what the hell was I expecting to see behind the door, but it surprised me when Aria greeted me. Her hair was let down lose drapping over her shoulders, she was wearing a night robe and for the first time I saw her bare face without any make-up on and she looked flawless.

"Oh, hello" She greeted, looking calm and surprisingly composed despite the circumstances. Her eyes, though, held a flicker of curiosity and perhaps a hint of uncertainty.

"Hi," I said trying to match her calm demeanor as I switched my coat from my left to the right. "Can I come in?"

She stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The suite was tastefully decorated, reflecting a sense of understated elegance. I noticed a book lying open on the coffee table, a glass of water beside it. It seemed she had been trying to unwind, just like I had but with literature instead of alcohol.

"Don't you have anyone over?" I asked as I turned to look at her behind me. We were almost the same height, she was just a few inches shorter than me, her honey skin glowed under the lights with her big brown eyes locked with mine.

"My sister and 2 friends were over but they just left like 30 minutes ago" She said, looking at me and then walking past me to the mini bar. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked.

"No thanks. I just had a few drinks. I came over to talk" I maintained my tone neutral, trying not to scare her off like Felix reminded me. Her gaze met mine again but my eyes directly fell on a little robe. It fit perfectly on the right places, a slight cleavage was visible, I couldn't supress a smirk as I examined her body.

She looked like she'd be absolutely perfect beneath my palms, her lips looked so soft, I just wanted to forget everything and take her right here.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!

Aria probably felt my gaze making her uncomfortable, she instinctively put her hands over her stomach. I looked up, her eyes were already on me.

"You can take a seat" She gestured towards the couch.

"So," I placed my coat on her bed and looked at her as she sat down a few feet away from me, almost at the other end of the couch.

Oh for fuck's sake. I'm not a devil.

"It looks like we don't know anything about each other, I thought we could get to know about us and also about the agreement. Although you did read my terms last night. We pretend we are a happy couple in front of our families..." I spoke, she just nodded and hummed.

"Are you afraid of me?" She looked up from the ground as I asked her that, her gaze holding an emotion I couldn't decipher.

"No," Aria shook her head and fisted her hands on her knees. "I'm not afraid of you" She said, refusing to meet my gaze.

"Then why are you reacting like I'm going to harm you?" Her eyes widened at my question. I scoffed and touched my temple.

"Look Aria, I'm your husband and even if it's just for a year, I'm not going to do anything against your will." I said coldly, trying to keep calm.

"Yes I understand. We can pretend in front of our families as per your contract and part ways mutually once it ends." She said keeping her eyes on me.

"Exactly," I replied, feeling a slight relief that we were on the same page. "We'll be cordial, attend family events together, and keep up appearances. But when we're alone, we can live our own lives."

She nodded, her expression softening slightly. "I can handle that. It actually makes things easier."

"Good." Even though she sat at the other end of the couch, she felt like she was close to me. Her chest rose and fell in each breath, she was definitely afraid of my presence even if she tried to hide it. Her suite had the scent of elegant roses and vanilla, for some reason I liked it.

"Now that we have that settled, why don't we talk a bit about ourselves? It'll make pretending easier if we know a little more about each other."

She seemed to relax at the suggestion. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

"What's your favourite book? I noticed you were reading when I came in.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I have a lot of favorites, but if I had to pick one, it would be 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen."

"Ah, a classic," I said, nodding appreciatively, even though I had absolutely no interest in Literature. "I haven't read it, but I've heard good things."

"You should try it. It's more than just a love story, really"

I felt her comment had a double meaning towards me but I brushed it away. "Will do" I said as I rested my arm on the head of the couch.

We continued to exchange small details about our lives— favorite movies, hobbies, places we'd like to visit. It was surprising how easily the conversation flowed, and I found myself enjoying getting to know her. Her voice was elegant and soothing, with a calmness that put me at ease. Which was very unusual for me.

"Okay then I'm leaving," I got off the couch, my voice going back to it's neutral tone. "We're going to my place tomorrow in the morning, so be ready by 9:00." I said as I walked over to her bed to grab my coat.

She nodded and didn't speak anything until I was at her door.

"Good night. See you tomorrow"

"Good night" She said, closing the door, leaving me in alone in the empty, silent corridor. I walked to the elevator and to my suite, when I entered, the guys had already left.

I took a quick shower and changed into my shorts and got on the bed. My mind drifted back to our conversation, Aria seemed more easy to get along than I had expected.

But in that moment I didn't realise that I might get attatched to her more than I wanted to.

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Thank you for reading!

xx,Ivyy

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[pocket-watcher]

Curious to know what you might cook up with the phrase "Face your fears head on."

While the scenario in my head wasn't hypnosis related, I wanted to see if there was a way to give it some sort of hypnotic spin

Hi anon! I think I know how to spin this!

Li was always in control, and that’s how he liked it.

He was his own boss, his own teacher, he cooked his own food (because who else could make it just the way he liked it), and he most definitely would never have picked this as an activity on the company retreat.

“Sandra, when I said we needed activities to help us grow as people I meant more meditation or a culture tour or literally anything fucking else.”

“That isn’t very professional, Li.” Sandra bit back, keeping her fake smile around the other employees.

“Screw professionalism, this is psychological torture.”

The man standing in front of them was Devon. Devon was some drugged-up hippie who was convinced he was “born in the wrong generation” and who Sandra had hired to help them all “face their fears head on”.

“Everyone please give Carly a big round of applause for facing her fear of water! You did so well.” Devon applauded, setting off the whole group.

Carly had managed to progress from the shallow end of the pool to the deep end in one afternoon. Jacob had stood up and presented infront of the whole group and made eye contact the whole time. Sandra had held a spider for 30 seconds. Fucking Todd Howers had even zip-lined.

All were easy fears to conquer. Li could swim, held meetings infront of 100+ people weekly, lived in Australia for 6 months, and back in college he went cliff diving to impress some German guy he dated for like two weeks.

So, why had he been hiding at the back of the group the past three days?

“Boss man! Looks like it’s your time to shine.” Devon’s chillaxed wave beckoned him to his doom.

“Sandra I’m not fucking doing this.” He swore under his breath, smiling and walking forward.

“Come on down. So, what do you think is your biggest fear?”

“Meetings with finance!” Todd fucking Hower called from the back of the group, sending a laugh through the crowd.

Li forced a laugh, “I guess it would have to be heights.”

A lie. No one here knew that though. Simple. Easy. He could fake a fear of heights for an hour or two and then be rewarded a brave hero when he came back to the group, cheap, plastic medal pinned to his $300 shirt.

“Heights! My man, you and I are going to take a little trip to the zip line me-thinks.” Devon’s laughter grated against Li’s ears.

The two headed over to the jeep and waved the group off as they retired back to the open bar.

“Alright, to the zip line!” Li feigned enthusiasm.

“Not so fast Boss man. Don’t think I don’t know you were lying. That’s why,” he put the car into park, “we’re not going anywhere.”

Devon locked the door to the car.

Li, keeping his cool, tried the door handle. The windows. Nothing.

“Okay… what is this.”

“This is your fear, man! A lack of control.” Devon turned in his seat to face Li.

“I told you. My fear is heights.”

“Sure it is, pal, now. Just let this wash over you. Fear is just our body trying to keep us from danger. You don’t think I’m dangerous, do you Boss man?”

Li did think this hippie who’d locked him in his car was indeed dangerous.

“Just relax. Deep breath in and out. Nice and chill…” Devon in his stupid surfer accent huffed out.

Li was fine. He didn’t fucking need to relax, okay? But the more time he spent staring at Devon’s idiotic breathing the more he synced up with the man.

In and out.

Deep.

Relaxed.

Huh, maybe it was kind of like meditation.”

“There you go! See, not so bad, huh?” Devon said with a laid-back smile.

Li felt a little lightheaded. He struggled to focus his eyes on Devon.

“Yeah… so are you going to unlock the door or…?”

“Nah, can’t let you go out wandering or anything with an altered state of mind.”

“Right, right - wait, what?!”

“Shhhhh… don’t you feel good right now? You just gotta give in and let the lack of control wash over you man.”

In and out.

Like waves rolling over a shore.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Come on, the company’s not going to implode if you’re not watching over them for five minutes. Just chill out here with me, yeah?”

Li’s head spun. The car was so warm and inviting. And Devon was hired by Sarah, so he must be trustworthy. Hm.

“Chill out with…”

“That’s it. Relax deeper. That brain of yours doesn’t need to be in corporate-mode right now, does it?”

“Nno…”

“Just let Devon take care of you, yeah?” The man leant Li’s car seat back.

Li let his eyes slowly close.

A while later, he returned to the others, shiny medal proudly piercing his imported cotton shirt. He smiled and recounted his triumph over the “zip line”.

He also finally gave Sandra that raise she’d been after. And agreed to let Carly lead that big project. And even shook Todd Hower’s hand proudly.

Devon waved goodbye to the group, proud of their progress, and especially proud of a certain control freak who now was simply, well… a freak.

[autumn816]

Cherie asked when does Lewis find out George and Daniel broke up and when does he know it was because of him so here you go. This is how I imagined it to be. Hope you like it :)

George closes his eyes. The light wind strokes his hair. He pushes the strands away from his forehead. Club music pulses through the air. He can recognise Drake anywhere, anytime.

“Hey.”

George’s feet almost slip. He grips the railing with his hands.

“Shit!” Lewis chuckles. “You okay?”

“Blimey!” He glares at Lewis, stepping down from the little platform. It would be embarrassing to fall on his arse in front of his ex-teammate. “You scared me. Don’t do that.”

Lewis stalks towards him, extending one of the two beer bottles as a peace offering. “How was I supposed to know you’d almost fall?”

George miscalculates where to grab the bottle from. Their fingers brush together, a jolt travelling up his arm. He hastily draws the bottle away. “Mate, what person wouldn’t startle if you creeped up on them like that?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be leaning on the fence in the first place.”

“Fuck off.” George takes a sip of the chilled beer.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I just needed fresh air. What are you doing out here?”

It’s a deja vu from that night. Same club, even the same fucking area.

“I wanted to check up on you.”

Lewis’ eyes bore into George’s. George grips the bottle tighter. He breaks their eye contact and looks at the sky instead.

“Well, I’m fine. You can go back.” His tone is not exactly harsh but it isn’t polite either.

“What’s going on, man? You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t.” It’s a lie. George has gone out of his way to avoid Lewis since he and Daniel broke up.

“You’re lying.”

George takes another sip of the beer, a long one, to buy himself time. He can see Lewis losing his patience through his peripheral vision.

“Any day now, George.”

Before he knows it, the bottle empties. Well, fuck.

Lewis snatches away the bottle and puts it on the ground alongside his own. “Nothing to avoid me with anymore. So, tell me. What’s going on?”

“Let it go, Lewis.”

Lewis sighs. “Are you okay? You haven’t seemed well for the past month. I am just worried.”

These, George wants to scream, these little things you do are the reason I fell for you in the first place. Please, stop.

He can’t say that so he says the next thing that comes to mind. “Daniel and I broke up.” Shit. He didn’t want to say that either.

“Oh.”

There’s no shock or surprise, as if Lewis already knew they had broken up. George wouldn’t put it past him.

“Why?”

George looks at Lewis. His heart thrums in his ears, adrenaline rushing through his body the way it does at the beginning of a race. “You,” he whispers. The breeze carries the word over to Lewis. “We broke up because of you.”

Lewis looks back at George, a soft breath escaping through his parted mouth. The wind ruffles George’s hair, bringing it in front of his eyes. Lewis runs his hand over George’s hair, pushing it back. A singular curl stays plastered on George’s forehead. Lewis tucks the curl behind George’s ear, trailing his finger down, and presses his thumb on his pulse point.

George gasps. “Lewis.”

Lewis exhales, inching closer to him. “Because of me?”

George stumbles forward. Lewis wraps an arm around his waist, steadying him. The older man nuzzles his nose into George’s jaw, his lips featherlight on his throat. George closes his eyes, clutching Lewis’s forearm with one hand and cupping his cheek with the other.

“Sweetheart?”

George tilts his head, their noses brush together. Their breaths mix together in the pleasant air. Lewis tips his chin, his lips featherlight on the younger man’s. George shivers. Their chests rise and fall in sync.

Clack.

George snaps out. His hand springs up to Lewis’ chest, stopping him.

Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. He almost kissed Lewis. The same man he broke up with his boyfriend over. He might be the most horrible man.

George lowers his hand to Lewis’ abdomen and pushes himself away from his ex-teammate.

“George.”

“Don’t. Don’t. Oh, god. I just—we just…” He almost trips over the rolled beer bottle near his feet. Lewis reaches out for him. George side steps.

Lewis drops his arm to his side. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have. You’re in a vulnerable place right now and I shouldn’t have done that. I should have been more in control of myself. Fuck, I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry, George.”

“We can’t. I can’t. It’s—”

too soon. It’s too soon. The wound is still there. I just broke up with Daniel a month ago. I can’t do this right now.

“I know,” Lewis says. “I know. Take your time. Whenever you’re ready.”

There’s a surety in his voice that shakes George to his core. Lewis is sure he is willing to wait however long George needs him to.

The sinking feeling in his stomach worsens. Not just because of Daniel, his mind betrays. But also because he knows that they’ll get together. It’s inevitable. They will happen. The selfish part of him refuses to be with Lewis when he is bleeding remorse more than blood. He doesn’t want to love Lewis with guilt. He wants to love Lewis wholly and sincerely.

George clears his throat. “I’m gonna go. I should get back home. It’s late.”

Lewis stares at him before replying, “right. Yes, of course.”

George picks up the abandoned bottles and starts to head back inside, already planning to snag Alex and take him home with him. He wants his best mate now more than ever. He needs some Alex cuddles.

“George.”

George pauses and turns to look back at the older Brit.

“I am sorry about your break-up,” Lewis says.

“No, you are not.”

“I am sorry that you are hurting, and I am sorry that Daniel is too.”

George inhales. He always knew of Lewis to be the honest kind so he isn’t surprised by how open Lewis is regarding his feelings about George and Daniel’s break-up.

“Good night, Lewis.”

“Good night, George.”

[moonshine999]

Making Pancakes

Day : 2

Ship : Helaegon (Helaena x Aegon II Targaryen)

AU : modern

Dividers by @cafekitsune

The day was well into motion and the sun was at its peak above. The only bad thing about waking up in the middle of the day is to have the bright sun and a glaring wife in front of you, first moment of wake.

“Morning sweetheart.” he drawled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The next thing he felt was a pillow thrown at his face.

“Morning?! Morning? It is 2 pm, your highness!”

“You know what I mean..”

Hela eyed him up and down in frustration. She huffed and turned to leave the room with one last scream “You’re making the bed today!”

He fell back against the pillow and watched her walk away. She was adorable when she was upset. He slowly dragged himself out of bed, damn near falling against the cold floorboards in his efforts to do so. And then, his stomach growled. Loudly. Heh. Great.

He wobbled to the living room, deliberately ignoring the death stare his wife gave him. “Soo darling-“

“Put a fucking shirt on.” “You’ve seen worse..it’s alright. The point is-“

“Did you make the bed?” she asked with an eyebrow raised. “Heh of course not. I just wanted to ask what’s for breakfast?”

Hela closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Damn, she was fed up with him. “You mean lunch.” “Well for my stomach, it’s breakfast only.” “All you listen to is your stomach, Aegon.” “Uh uh” he corrected while shaking his head and a wave of his finger. “I also listen to my heart” he winked “and my dick.”

Hela dropped her head into her palms and giggled into them. “You’re hopeless, Aegon.” “Only for you, honey.” he smiled back.

He joined her around the other side of the counter and grabbed her waist. “How about pancakes?”

“Pancakes at mid-day?” “Why not?” He continued..placing a peck on her cheek. “Aegon-“ she chuckled.

“Pleasee..”

“You’re worse than Jaehaerys.” “Mhm..I know.”

She paused and turned her face the other way, in efforts to hide a smile. With a sigh, she nodded and kissed his cheek. “Fine..but you’re helping.” “Why wouldn’t I.”

The next hour was spent mostly in comfortable silence. Both of them worked ever in sync as they always had. It brought back memories of when they used to help their Ma on Sundays. It made for a home of laughter, comfort and pure happiness then. And frankly they had no intention of ceasing such a tradition. The only difference between them then and now was that they were so much more open in their love. A kiss here, a hug there, holding hands and twirling around.

When the breakfast lunch was ready, Aegon bit into it immediately. With holding the fork in one hand, he laced his other with his wife’s fingers. “This is amazing. We’re quite the team aren’t we?” She grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on knuckles.

“Sure are.”

[aaaaafro]

Seductress 2 - ITZY - Yuna x M! Reader. (+18?)

tw: gotcha again haha! no seggs but almost lol, idk maybe one day they'd be like uuughh seggs.

If you're looking for the first part: Here

"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.

"Huh... Is that...?" The voice forge ahead as a hand finally pulls aside the blinds.

"HOLY SHIT!" Yuna screamed at the sight of her unnie in such a sinful situation.

"Yuna–." You tried talking but Ryujin quickly covered your mouth with her hand.

Meanwhile Yuna bolted out running. Your whole career in photography flashes right through your very eyes as you realize how bad your situation is.

"Stay here, I'll fix it." Ryujin reaffirms you before she runs out following Yuna.

You sat there in defeat as you fix the set as well as yourself before heading out. You can see the other crew returning back from their breaks giving you a smile as they one by one enter the building.

"Hey, did you have your break yet?" Lia surprised you with the sudden proximity between the two of you.

"O–oh, h-hey, no not yet b-but have you seen Ryujin?" You replied as she puts on a thinking face which is quite adorable if you're being honest.

"I think I did see her chasing after Yuna... Why? Did something happen?" She asked.

"N–no, I just have something to tell her." You replied as she just gave you that iconic eye smile.

"Alrighty, I'll leave you to it then but you'll be the one taking my pictures right?" Lia asks as she wiggles herself closer to you, closer than you'd like.

"I-i don't k-know, maybe?" You ended it with a nervous chuckle realizing that Lia is basically grinding herself on you.

"I-i need to g-go." Regrettably pulling away yourself but you've honestly have had enough of all of it, like honestly you couldn't think of any other way to fuck yourself up even more.

You ran towards ITZY's RV and you noticed the door was left slightly open. There's a conversation on going but it was too inaudible for you.

With a couple of useless weak knocks you peek your head in to see the two women responsible for your impending downfall.

"It's not what it seems!" Ryujin was holding her screams at Yuna who's just sitting there with her arms crossed.

"You cannot be serious with me right now unnie!" Yuna was infuriated to say the least.

"Oh look speaking of the devil!" She added once she noticed you're listening to them.

"Since you're here do you mind explaining yourself then?" Yuna stood up walking past Ryujin stopping right in front of you.

"Yuna–.” Ryujin called.

"Shut up unnie!" But her maknae was determined to get something out of you.

"I–.” You're ready to fry your brain out to try and come up with a logical explanation for what Yuna just witnessed but then Ryujin grabs Yuna's arm earning her attention.

A regretful sigh left Ryujin before saying "Fine! You can go first."

It's such an abstract thing for her to say specially when you consider they were in a middle of an argument. However as you took your time to recollect your thoughts, piecing together moments that led to this and seeing how all of Yuna's anger slowly changes into excitement sends your senses warnings.

"Really unnie?!" The young girl asked and you can clearly see how Ryujin is disappointed but just nodded.

Seeing the two of them have a change of mood in a flash made you take a step back, Yuna notices this and shifts her attention back to you.

Your heartbeat doubles seeing the maknae's furtive smile as she takes a step forward with every backward step that you took.

Of course being inside a RV can only mean such little space, your back inevitably hits a dead end. Your breathing becomes erratic each step Yuna takes. The distance between the two of you closing in faster and faster.

"We're gonna have so much fun." Said Yuna who's completely closed the distance between the two of you and now has her hand on your chest.

If that wasn't enough her face is inching closer and closer to the point her lips and yours might as well connect.

Your knees almost buckled but was saved when Ryujin fakes a cough catching yours and Yuna's attention. The youngest scoffs before exiting the RV leaving you and Ryujin alone.

As ridiculous as it sounds, you're in relief to be with Ryujin instead of Yuna. Just as you're about to recover she suddenly appears right in front of you.

"Don't be at ease. Just because I allow Yuna to take her shot doesn't mean I won't shoot mine." She whispered gently running her finger on your lips.

"See ya later." Ryujin winks before exiting the vehicle.

You stood there motionless, trying to wrap yourself up to what will happen from here on out but since there's no rest for the wicked your moment to recover was cut short when a staff knocks on the opened RV door.

"You good? We're starting." She asked before signalling towards the photoshoot and walking away.

"Uh–yeah, I'll be there." You replied as you following along.

Entering the production you're nerves starting to act up seeing Lia exiting the studio. She notices you before pouting, curious as to why you decided to approach her.

"Where were you? I thought you'd be the one to take my photos." She acted all gloomy but it was still cute nonetheless.

"Sorry, I was caught up with something." Your response made Lia raise her brow but before she could even say something the floor director calls you.

Yet again lady luck isn't much on your side today that the previous photographer is taking an emergency off leaving you the rest of the member and better yet if it isn't the world's best maknae Yuna who's currently in the middle of the studio.

So, the shoot starts and despite your best effort to forget everything that happened moments ago, your brain is caught up with two things.

First, what the heck is going to happen to you knowing that Ryujin and Yuna seems to be on to something with whatever the hell they were agreeing on earlier.

Second, Yuna is fucking gorgeous and perhaps if the circumstances were different you'd be thankful for the opportunity to take her photos. With the simplicity of her outfit paired with her otherworldly visuals, you can't deny that the woman in front of you may or may not be a goddess in her past life but your mind kept coming back to the events earlier.

Having the involuntary flashbacks you begin to sweat and your hands starts shaking, you try your best to play it off as you shake your hands but it's too late Yuna took notice of this.

And you know this how?

Just as the director calls for a switch of pose. Yuna rests her beautiful face on her hand and gives you this subtle but sinister smile.

Yet again you're having flashbacks from your shoot with Ryujin as you looked at Yuna through the lens.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's well aware that you're staring...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

You honestly thought you wouldn't make it but you're nonetheless thankful that you've taken decent photos till the director calls it a day after the review. Everyone started packing up and you doubled your efforts to help quicken the pace hoping to call it a day.

All of the crew then starts saying their goodbyes and one of the assistant of ITZY approaches you. Having an idea of what the deal is, you tried your best to relax and act all natural.

"Hey, great work out there." She greets and you just gave her one of those force smiles.

"Oh seems like you're tired..." and once again you just gave her a half-assed chuckle.

"I apologize if it's a bad time but Yuna said that she wants to give you something for your work today... If it's okay, she wants you to come to their RV?" You didn't even try to think that Yuna's actually planning something good but it'd be suspicious to refuse so you reluctantly agreed.

At this point you're just digging your own grave as you've reached ITZY's RV which is surprisingly quiet considering that all members are supposed to be inside.

You're about to knock when all of a sudden the door swung opens, if not one of the luckiest thing that happened, you stumble involuntarily dodging it. You hear a gasps from the inside to see a tall silhouette of a person.

"Omg oppa!" It was no other than Yuna.

"I'm so sorry." She quickly came to help you up even dusting off your pants.

"I'm alright, I just stopped by because someone said you're giving me something?" Hearing this she stopped all of a sudden before inviting you in.

Despite your brain's best effort to tell you that you should just turn back and walk away, your body doesn't really have much of a choice specially when Yuna reaches for your hand.

You can't even blame her as you just let her pull you in with no resistance at all. Once seated nicely you're only realizing that the inside is completely devoid of anyone else but the two of you, to that you're heart rate doubles but the fun never stops there as Yuna took a seat right next to you before resting her head on your shoulder.

Immediately your body stiffens and that made Yuna recoil for a second before placing her head back to your shoulder.

'Innocence' a word constantly associated with Yuna, yet no matter how hard you think of it, you couldn't help but look back at what happened earlier, the way she whispered 'We're gonna have so much fun.' in your ear that radiates nothing about innocence.

"Where are the other members?" You asked.

"Almost all of them are gone but I think Chaeryeong-unnie is still outside." She replied.

"I'm sorry oppa." That was unexpected like everything that happened today.

"About earlier... I shouldn't have scared you like that." She continued before capturing your arm and hugging it.

"I-... It's f-fine." Is it really? Especially when Yuna tightens her hold of your arm taking the friction between your arm and her body to a whole new level.

"Really oppa?" With her cute enthusiastic voice that contrasts the grinds she's currently doing on your arm.

You're currently choking on your own tongue, so nodding is the only option to reply and gladly she understood before flashing her bright smile that can easily dethrone the sun.

Just as you're about to relax because of the lightness of the situation Yuna shifted your arm in between her legs pulling it closer to the point of just outright pressing it against her core which is really warm.

All of those and yet she still has that smile that should be considered innocent but to you it is not. However her facial expression distorts as you realize that she's actually getting off on her grinding, her shorts didn't give the feeling any justice as your forearm is basically a sausage between two freshly toasted buns as her core radiates so much heat that you actually couldn't comprehend if your arm is sweating or it's actually Yuna's...

"Y-yuna!" You called before finally retrieving your arm and stood up looking down to Yuna who now looks upset.

"O–oppa..." She called complimenting her sad eyes with a pout.

Any sane person would've surrendered themselves the second their eyes met hers but not you, not now with the thought of you, losing your job, your resolve is stronger than ever.

"P–pleaseeee." She called going on all fours on the crawling towards you as you took a step back.

"This is wrong–.” Right? Who in their right mind would think this is okay.

"Fine." She broke out of her act like it was nothing finally recompose herself.

The stupid you thinking that everything is fine now can go fuck himself as Yuna took you by the collar before clashing lips with you. Immediately having flashbacks from your time with Ryujin but this is worlds different.

As much as you hate to say it, you actually prefer this more than Ryujin's. It might be due to Yuna not being as dominant as Ryujin. Damn it why are you comparing them? Shouldn't you be thinking of your way out of this?

Think? What's that supposed to be? The only thing you can think of is just how famished Yuna is. Evidently from the way she almost took half of your face in digging her tongue inside your mouth, lapping you up from your lips to neck as she sneakily pulled you back to the couch.

Yuna even sat you down and straddled without breaking contact as she continues to eat you up, her spits covering up a good amount of your chest like a good post work out.

"Y–your u–... Unnies might come i–in." That's your pathetic attempt to make her stop but on the contrary she shoots a murderous look at you before ripping your shirt off.

Yuna's actions couldn't speak any louder as she just starts palming every inch of your torso and of course reconnecting her lips with yours. Obviously you're far from controlling your hormones and so your buddy downtown couldn't get a hold of himself.

Of course Yuna wouldn't fail to notice this as she starts grinding her core on top of your bulge, this caused you to groan in the kiss and you can clearly feel her smile forming as she doubles her efforts.

Despite the immense bliss the two of you are currently riding on for Yuna it's as if never enough. She reluctantly stops her feast and stands up to skillfully remove her needless pants.

Surprising you is that with everything that she has done you can still see her blush as she exposes her seemingly damp underwear, evident with its spot right in the middle.

That didn't last though as she retakes her position on top of you perfectly lining her core on your manhood right to the very center to which her clothed soft lips nestle your length.

It causes Yuna to let out a soft whimper that will be stuck in your mind forever. She then starts grinding her lower half, rubbing her wet snatch on your covered member.

The two of you moaned into the kiss as she starts getting more and more aggressive with her movements even going as far as biting your lower lip and pulling it back.

Now your hands having a life of its own starts moving up her slim waist and tracing her tone back, to which Yuna's breathing becomes more erratic each second. Growing impatiently as your hand took its time exploring her back side.

After your finger glides on her spine sending chills to her body, her hands have had enough of your teasing, she pulls both of them intertwining your fingers with her and even taking in your index and middle finger in her mouth, licking it a good amount before she slides it down to her chin leaving a good trail of her spit along with it.

Ultimately landing on her breast, she then guides your finger creating circles on her nub which is poking through her sports bra.

"Are we having fun now oppa?" Her seductive tone enters your ear like an addicting melody.

As you're about to agree a gasp right beside you woke the two of you up from your pleasure trance. With your eyeballs almost falling out. You and Yuna couldn't get off of each other quick enough as you turned towards the source the two of you couldn't help but gasp in response. The person was about to run outside before:

"WAIT!" You and Yuna echoed each other.

[raestarz]

Rookie Hour

Chapter Six - Mixed Emotions.

A/N: Eat this up, y'all because this is great and I love every part of this. Let me know if you guys would want me to switch between Leon and Kyaire's POV's every chapter.

Word Count: 2k To my loves who've been supporting me from the beginning, this is for y'all... @mrmidnight6 @neteyamsmunch

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I stared at the body of…what was his name again? Right, Ben…God, poor guy he didn’t deserve to die. I shuddered, my mind raced with thoughts. What was that thing that killed him? Is it gonna be after us next? How’re me and Leon gonna survive against that thing? Jesus fuck, Leon called out for my name.

“Kyaire?” He asked, grabbing my shoulder gently, I snapped back to reality and looked at him. His face was concerned and soft whenever he looked at me, he was so caring, constantly looking for the best in people when I saw and knew the worst. We were complete opposites but we fit together so well. I stared into his eyes for a long time feeling myself getting lost in them, they were such a soft blue but full of life and hope. I wanted to protect him despite him being two years my senior, I felt the need to protect him. God what the fuck? Why is my heart racing? Whatever I need to answer him.

“Yeah, Leon?” I answered trying to give him a small smile despite our circumstances and well trying not to glance at the obvious dead body on the floor. He knew everything wasn’t fine or that I wasn’t based on the way he frowned slightly. “I’m here if you need me, okay?” He offered giving my shoulder a light squeeze, and if I wasn’t black I’d be blushing red as fuck, but luckily I’m black so thank God. I could just feel my face heat up, I must be sick or something I dunno. I nod at his offer before looking down the hall.

“We gotta keep going,” I mutter and notice a red handle bar to the side on a table going over to it then grabbing it. This’ll be useful later, I put it into my pouch which somehow holds so much shit. I glanced at Leon and he looked deep in thought, I figured he’d tell me later and I saw a printed out memo talking about the power panel. I glance over at it near the jail cell putting two and two together, realizing we need custom power panels to power it and get that parking pass. Which are in the generator room, which is…fuck. Where the fuck are they? I groan internally shifting my feet, “We need to find the generator room.” I say outloud to Leon and hear his boots come over gently, taking the memo out of my hands. I watch as he reads over it as well, after a few silent beats and me paranoidly listening out for zombies or whatever the hell killed Ben from earlier.

“There’s one in the generator room and one in the clock tower, you think we should split up and go get them?” He speaks up, giving me a small smile, I shake my head. “Leon, this is not a horror movie we’re sticking together.” I stated giving him an eye roll, he gave me a small laugh and nodded. “You have a fair point, we’re better together.” He says, and for some reason my stomach does a somersault and my heart flutters. I shook my head giving him a small smile trying to shake whatever nerves he just gave me, “Lead the way then, rookie.” I teased and he nudged me with his shoulder gently before walking ahead of me.

We walked down the corridor and out of the jail area, back to the parking garage. Heading over to the next door with the green light figuring that since it wasn’t red it was unlocked, and right we were. Look at us two: a rookie cop and a civilian who hated cops, working together against the odds. Who knew? As we made our way inside Leon and I both clicked our flashlights in unison, I laughed under my breath at how in sync we were now. It was like when I moved, he moved and vice versa. We went straight down the hall to the firing range, Leon grabbed a tin storage box, opened it and took out a bent car key I snorted at the sight.

“Hey, maybe it has some use.” He replied to my snort giving me a brazen smile, I rolled my eyes in response, laughing softly. “Well, let’s hope it does.” We go further into the shooting range going past a door that requires a diamond key to open it, which we unfortunately didn’t have. Going into the part of where you shoot the target’s in the shooting range, I walk over spotting the shotgun shells near an officer's body which gets up and grabs me before I can react. 

“Ky!” Leon shouted and suddenly I heard a ringing in my ears, I let out a small groan as I realized that the zombie that had grabbed me was on the floor dead and its head popped. I still heard ringing and turned to face Leon, it looked like he was talking to me when he ran over to me holding my shoulders. Holy shit, he’s pretty, his lips were just so kissable. I wanted to lean in and suddenly I was for a moment till I heard Leon’s voice again, “Kyaire? What’re you doing?” He asked softly, and I took a step back blinking fast and hard. There’s no way in hell I almost kissed him, no, no…But I had to respond to his question, but I also wished that the zombie that grabbed me had bitten me. Because I have never been so embarrassed in my fucking life! Oh my fucking God this is more embarrassing then the time I got caught sneaking out by Sherry, and she made me play teatime with her. 

Suddenly hearing another zombie shift and rise, I pull myself out of his grasp taking out my multi shot handgun putting the fucker down as it’s head bursts. I turn and look at Leon, his eyes meet mine, and I’m absolutely mesmerized by him again. I need to stand up because there’s no way in hell I’m acting like this over a white man. But Jesus, Mary, and Joseph the way he makes me feel is insane. Do I like him romantically? No! No, no, no…We’re just friends not even strangers who are becoming friends from a shared trauma experience. I shake my head snapping out of it.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I suggest my heart racing and I walk past him not waiting for a response he lets out a small huff following after me.

We take a right going down the hall hearing a small howl and reaching the kennel. I grimaced wondering if there were more zombie dogs in there. I handed him the box of shotguns I picked up earlier silently, he whispered a small ‘Thank you’ and I nodded in acknowledgement. We went into the kennel, dogs immediately attacking us and we shot them quickly as they came. The silence between us was strong and so was the tension, plus me avoiding what happened didn’t help or add on to the stress from the apocalypse. We, I mean me, didn’t need adding probable feelings or emotions into this already shit show of a situation.

As we got through the kennel going to the back hallway my urge to speak grew so much more, but I still had that fucking embarrassment from earlier. What if he finds me I dunno like a sister to him? That’s not possible. I turn twenty in three weeks and a day, God I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird or grotesque to him. I groan internally and bang my head against my hand silently, God I’m so fucking stupid why, why, why God! Any other time! It’s fine, it’s cool I don’t like him romantically. We go into the morgue and open the dead body rollers until we find the diamond key, I let out a small breath and see the zombie lunge at me luckily I was able to dodge out of the way and shoot the zombie in its head. I pocket the diamond key and sigh, Leon clears his throat and I manage to pull my eyes to his. The silence between us is deafening. 

I lean against the wall and look at him, I prop myself up with my foot. He stares back at me, trying to give me a small smile, Leon opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak and then closes it. 

“What is it, Leon?” I ask in a harsh tone which is never what I never meant it to sound like and he flinches slightly, “Sorry,” I mutter and look down at the floor. I honestly feel like shit, I feel like I’m losing a piece of me which is so unnerving. I only met him a couple of hours ago but the attachment I have to him is startling. This isn’t normal. I take a deep breath and my eyes meet his blue ones again. His eyes are swimming with so many emotions and I honestly don’t know what to say or do.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I just…I hate this silence between us, is there something wrong?” He asked his voice soft and low, but his eyes glanced at the door into the morgue every so often. I feel like my chest is tightening and I can’t breathe, I let out a small breath. I lick my lips, why do I feel like this? This isn’t fair. I hate it here. I hate how I feel. I hate everything right now. I close my eyes and sigh before thinking things through. 

“I’m just overthinking things, which is something I unfortunately do…” I mutter and run my hands over my face, I realize I can’t just say that and leave it at that. “I’m just tired of this situation and the constant fucking puzzles.” I sigh and look at Leon, his eyes are so understanding and suddenly I feel guilty for lying but it was technically the truth. He held his arms out for me to hug him and I took two long strides over to him, letting him hug me and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding when he put his head on top of mine. Leon rubbed my back gently and held me as long as I needed him to, the feeling of his warmth when his arms wrapped around me is parallel to the feeling of taking that first warm sip of hot cocoa. Weird comparison but he was just that warm, I nuzzled my face into his shoulder taking a deep breath. His musk was nice but the cologne he was wearing was nice. It was a refreshing smell better than rotting flesh, I slowly pulled out of the hug and he held my face in his hands.

God I want him to kiss me. Shit, do I have feelings for him? Nah, I don’t…I’m just tripping.

Right?

Right.

As he held my face in his hands, he gave me the sweetest smile ever and I felt myself melting, this is not how I should feel and I wanna run away but I’m staying because we need each other but I’m not gonna say that. “Are we okay…?” He asked softly, and I wished and prayed to God none of these zombie fuckers existed because this would be so romantic. But it’s not! Cause I’m not into him, ok guys? I’m really truly not. Everything is fine and great.

“We’re okay,” I whispered and he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I smiled back at him. Leon takes his hands off my cheeks and we leave out of the morgue heading down the hall till we reach a closed shutter and I take out the handlebar from earlier, putting it into the hole that perfectly fits it, turning it till it opens. Leon lets out a low whistle, “Well, aren’t you strong?” He teased with a smile, I rolled my eyes in response.

“Well, you’re the one with all the muscles.” I state with a laugh and we go up the stairs to the right finding the generator room. I grab the orange box sitting on top of a stool prying it open and finding one of the electrical parts we needed. “Well, one out of two…That’s fantastic.” I laugh softly, my eyes meeting Leon’s happily. God, I hate how good he makes me feel.

I don’t like him…Right?

[abbiistabbii]

Using Obsidian to organise existing Bullshit

The Alternative title of this entry should be "How the Church of Obsidian saved by dirty heathen soul".

Anyway, I have a (now on Hiatus) youtube channel that I had fucktonnes of notes, scripts and suchlike for that were sat on my overcrowded gDrive unorganised and doing nothing.

I had heard of Obsidian before but it all looked very overcomplicated and I didn't think I would have a use for it from watching all the how to videos where members of the Church of Obsidian showed people their simple (read: complex) note taking system that they had optimised.

However the one thing I will say about Obsidian is that there is no one system and because everyone works differently, everyone will do shit differently. Take ideas from those videos on how you can organise shit, but don't copy their system because their system might not work for you. However, I have been converted to the Church of Obsidian so I'm going to stand here and testify.

Anyway, as I said, I had a big fuck off load of Youtube Shit, and I decided the best way to do that was using Obsidian. Why? Well unlike other note apps, it's all text editor readable .md files. It's a personal wiki system and you can literally change .txt files to .md files by changing the file extension. Yes you heard me. Also, there is no server. If Notion or Evernote's servers got hacked or taken down, you're notes are gone. With obsidian, your notes are on your harddrive (I have my vaults, yes, plural, on a pendrive). You can put them on a cloud server or a home server or just on your PC and you can copy them and fuck around with them all you want, they're yours and if Obsidian decides "Obsidian Sync" (their optional paid web sync service) isn't enough and decide to paywall the app completely, you'll be fine because your notes are literally just a load of files readable on any text editor.

Anyway, how did I adapt all my files on gDrive to Obsidian. Well first I went to drive.google.com and downloaded all the relevant notes, scripts, files and shit relating to my Youtube Channel. They download as .doc files so I had to convert them to text. Most web "doc to txt" services limit you to two files per upload unless you pay, but I found a free (if slightly janky) app called MultiDoc Converter which is free and did the job well.

Next thing I did was mass rename the files from .txt to .md, which you can do with the shell. Yes the shell! It took me a while to figure out but here's how I did it.

Go to the folder where the .txt files are.

shift + right click > Open Powershell

Type ren *.txt *.md

This converted the txt files to markdown files. Yes, it's as simple as changing the friggin file extension. If you do not change the files to .md, you will not be able to Edit them.

Next is to open a new vault in Obsidian (if you don't already have one). In Obsidian, make a folder for all these new files (if you want) and in the file explorer, move all the files from the folder where they were into the folder in your vault.

Congratulations, they're now in Obsidian.

Now what?

Well the files (for me) were unlinked and unorganised. So I took the subjects the videos were on (I had a lot of videos about closed stations) and put relevant hashtags in them to link them all together, then when an article mentioned something else, I would link to the article using that.

This was a history channel, so I made a lot of Ghost notes to link references to years together (some I made into blank MOCs) and gave them the Hashtag #year. You can't make hashtags from numbers I'm afraid.

The Result?

Organised, but searchable and indexable chaos.

I'm now using Obsidian as a note app regularly, albeit on a different vault in a different method.

[raynelovesyoongi]

Love me again

He wants me so bad. || Chapter Three

Paring:Xu Minghao x Fem!Reader

Warnings:cussing, slight angst(not rlly), drinking, mentions of menstrual cycle, flirting again (platonically)

Wordcount: 2,239

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"Y/n? Are you okay? Do you need pads? I have some in my car, I can go get them if you need them." You heard Miyeon knocking on the door; how long have you been in there for?

    "Oh no! Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine! it was just a false alarm, haha." You yelled back while pacing around the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror and at your outfit.

    "Thank god! I thought I’d be on my period next since we always sync, and I don’t even have pads. I said that so you could feel a bit of comfort. Anyway, I’m getting back to work. Hurry your ass up because we’re busy!" Miyeon laughed, but you completely canceled out her voice, thinking about how Minghao looked. FUCK! He looked so good today, and you were dressed in your lazy hangover fit; you hadn’t even put any make-up on. If you knew your ex-boyfriend was going to randomly show up at the cafe you work at for some reason, you would have gone all out for it. You can’t let him see you looking like a bum after your breakup! You did what you could and fixed your hair. You walked out of the bathroom, and Minghao was now the one ordering. Were you gone for long or not? Was the line really that long that it took him all that time you were in the bathroom to finally reach the register? It seemed that he was done ordering, so he went over to the "pick up" section so he could wait for the stuff he ordered. You went over to see what he had ordered, and you were surprised to see that he ordered an iced caramel macchiato. That was the drink you had introduced him to; he never really liked going to cafes, and if he ever did, it was because you dragged him to one. You respected his boundaries, so you never dragged him to a busy cafe; instead, you’d always drag him to the cafes nobody really knew about—those small family-owned cafes. You were lost in thought before you remembered you had to actually make the coffees. You got to work and started working on Minghao’s order; he also ordered a couple of pastries and an iced white chocolate mocha, which you were guessing was for his friend. Wait, who did he come here with? You looked over to see where he was sitting, and it was Seokmin. You quickly got to work on his drinks and pastries, and when you finished, you called out his name so he could pick it up. He looked up from his phone and looked at you. You don’t know what exactly he was trying to do, but he didn’t come closer to getting his order. You were puzzled, to say the least, but just set his drink down.

    "Dude! Can you not hear? They called your name out hours ago!" Seokmin said it with a pained look on his face. "NOOOOO!!! MY ICE MELTED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Chill out, dumbass. they called my name out only a second ago. Jesus Christ, and your ice didn’t melt. Stop being dramatic. Could we go to a different cafe next time? This one’s packed."

    "But… But what about Y/N? Wasn’t she cool? She’s worth going through all that line just to see her beautiful smile!"

"You talk like you're in love with her. Also, she was a total dick while taking my order. That’s why I don’t want to come here ever again."

    "Really? She’s not the type to be rude to anyone. Are you sure you got the name tags right?" Seokmin paused before looking around and leaning into Minghao’s ear to whisper something. "It could’ve been Miyeon... She’s kind of mean to customers here, but I don’t blame her! These students are so annoying." Minghao knew you weren’t the type to be an asshole; he knew that better than anyone else, but he still continued on with his lie for some reason.

"Let's just go, please." The two of them left, and a certain someone heard their whole conversation. Jihoon was sitting down there the whole time, listening in on what was happening. What the hell was this random dude on about? Who was this guy? And why was he lying on your name if you weren’t even the one who took his order? Jihoon made a mental note to tell you about this later; he wasn’t just going to sit by and let someone disrespect his friend. You were a bit weirded out by how Minghao clearly looked at you, then pretended to act stupid. Did he not remember you? You couldn’t get the vision out of your head; you could feel yourself slowly losing your mind more and more when you thought about it. You were so lost in your thoughts that when your shift was over, you almost worked overtime because of how much you were thinking about Minghao. Jeonghan had to nudge you in order to bring you back to reality.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Ah, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, what time is it?"

"Time for you to go home and rest. You look exhausted." He said while patting your back and walking away after. Jihoon was waiting for your shift to be over so he could drop you off at home.

He was waiting for you to finish your rant about your day before you suddenly perked up.

"OH MY GOD, guess what the hell happened today, Woozi! I fucking saw my goddamn ex! I don’t know if he remembers me, though, because he just stared at me, then back at his phone. Or maybe I’m delusional and thought it was him, but really it was someone else? GAAAAHHH, I’m going crazy. Woozi, help me!" You exclaimed loudly while running your fingers through your hair. "And guess what else, bro? HE STILL GETS THE DRINK. I INTRODUCED HIM TO OH MY GOD. HE WANTS ME SO FUCKING BAD!" Jihoon was trying to put everything together in his head; he’s sure he saw you call someone out, then have awkward eye contact with them as they ignored you and went back on their phone. It finally clicked that Minghao was the asshole lying on your name.

    "Y/n…" Jihoon began but didn’t know if he should tell you. You were clearly excited to see your ex again. It was obvious you still had feelings for him.

“How long ago did you date him? And what was the reason for the breakup?”

You sucked in a breath. You looked off to the side before responding, "Uh, we broke up about two years ago. We broke up for a couple of reasons. I don’t want to talk about it." He looked at you before looking back at the road.

"So does he go to our school? Or what? Why are you just now seeing him?"

"Hmmm, now that you bring that up, I honestly don’t know why he’s even here, but as I said, it may not actually be him." You guys got distracted by other topics, and it completely slipped Jihoon’s mind about what Minghao had said, and before you knew it, you were home. You waved goodbye and said thank you to Jihoon for dropping you off; he said it was alright, and he’ll always be your personal Uber, whether you like it or not. You giggled at his humor and left while waving once again. When you entered your dorm, you went on Instagram, and that’s when you saw Joshua’s post. It was a photo of Joshua, Wonwoo, and Minghao. You clicked on the photo and saw that Joshua had tagged both of them. Yup, that’s him. You thought as you clicked on Minghao's You looked through his posts and saw that he hasn’t really been on Instagram ever since you two broke up. You went down all the way to the bottom of his page when you saw that he still had a picture of one of your dates posted. You clicked on it and scrolled through the post. You saw countless photos of you and him together; your heart was running miles, and you felt like your chest was on fire. Why were these still up? Why didn’t he ever delete them? Were you thinking too much about it? I need a drink. You made your way to the kitchen and found alcohol in the fridge.

"Drinking alone without us? Awh, you’re mean! My hearts shattered." Yeji spoke and grabbed herself a bottle as well; Miyeon was probably going to steal sips from both of your bottles.

"Guys, please, can you help me out?" You said it almost desperately while making your way to the living room, with two of your roommates following behind you.

   "Yeah? What’s up?" Miyeon said as she popped open a bottle and took a couple of sips.

"What does it mean when your ex still has photos of the two of you when you were together posted on his Instagram?"

"Honestly, I feel like that means he still wants you, babe. I don’t blame him. You’re smoking hot." Yeji spoke, making Miyeon hit her shoulder.

"Gosh, Yeji, you sound like a middle-aged man who’s hitting on a young girl at the bar!" Miyeon giggled, "But yeah, I agree with Yeji. It’s weird that he hasn’t deleted them, especially if he’s still active on the account." You took out your phone to look back at the posts; you saw his most recent ones were from yesterday and today. You didn’t know Yeji and Miyeon were being nosy and reaching over your shoulder to see what you were looking at.

    "THE NEW KID?" They both yelled out in shock, making you jump.

    "Holy shit! You guys know him?"

    "Yeah! I have a few classes with him, so does  Yeji." Great. So Xu Minghao went to your school, and that means that definitely was him at the cafe.

"I'm going to sleep, guys. Goodnight." You rushed out while making your way to your room, you felt tipsy because you chugged your drink a lot while talking to those two. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you didn’t.

You woke up, ready for the day. You had a plan in your head: you would find Minghao and talk to him. You spent extra time getting ready; you wanted to make sure he’d take you back no matter what! When you made it to school, you were looking all over for him, yet you hadn’t once spotted him. You decided to go to class, and when you walked in, you said hi to Seungkwan and Seokmin. Seungkwan could tell you upset; he could read you like an open book.

    "Y/n… come here." He got up from his seat and waited for you to come to him. He hugged you tightly and asked you what was wrong. The tears in your eyes were starting to slide down your cheeks. For some reason, ever since yesterday, when you saw Minghao, your mind has been going in spirals. You felt like all the memories came rushing in, and damn, you missed him. It was all so hard to accept that he was actually here at the same school as you. Seungkwan had no idea why you were crying, but he quickly hid you so nobody else saw you break down. He walked out of class, not caring whether you guys got in trouble or not. You were more important. As he hugged you, you only felt the tears pour out more violently. Every ounce of sadness you’ve ever held was coming out now, and all the stress you had built up in you was all coming out. It seemed that Minghao was the breaking point; you were fine with all the stress building up, you were fine with all the sadness you held in you, and you were fine hiding every problem deep inside of you. But for some reason, since you’ve seen Minghao, you felt like literal shit.

"Seungkwan, I miss him so much—so fucking much it hurts." You spoke in a raspy, strained voice; it was quiet, and only Seungkwan could hear you. He had no idea who you were talking about, but he still wanted to comfort you, none the less, so he just listened to you. "I can’t find him anywhere, and I’m just so damn confused. I just want to talk to him and clear things up! Maybe I even want more."

    "Who? Who’s this ‘he’ you’re talking about, y/n? I’ll help you find him. Just let me know, please. It’ll all be okay, yeah? Just let me help." Seungkwan never once softened his grip; he was letting you know he was there for you, but his grip wasn’t so tight that it could hurt you. He knew what your limit was, so he never crossed it by hugging you any tighter to the point where you’d get hurt or feel like you were suffocating.

    "Minghao! The new kid everyone's running their mouths about—that's what makes it all worse! Everyone seems to know where he is, yet I can’t fucking find him. It’s like he’s avoiding me." You were right, but it seemed like right now Minghao couldn’t avoid you after being dragged out of the classroom by Seokmin to find you. Minghao heard everything.

A/n: LMAAAAOOOOO BOOOO Y/N (i’m sorry ily) it’s abt to get interesting guys dw pls I know I said that last chap but fr this time😭😞🙏