#please these two havent spoken in like a year

[venisdamalo]

Oh, she will 🙋‍♀️

[fillesdesiir]

PLEASE YOUR PRINCE / aemond targaryan

aemond targaryen x maid fem!reader (no appearance described) + mentions of masturbation, slight dubcon.

authors note / ( hi, i havent written for this app in two years! nor have I posted but uhhh im bacK? ig? i still don't really know how to work this app but if any1 wants to be friends, just comment also ty for 400+ followers, I didn't even realize I had that many lol ) © fillesdesiir, all rights reserved. do not copy, translate nor steal my work. @/ -sexpistols on wattpad (fanfics only and where I only post tbh)

Aemond Targaryen was selfish. Never willing to share any of his toys nor did he like the mere concept of doing things without any gain. Perhaps this was rooted in being born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he had been spoiled from the day he was born. Or it could have been when he lost his eye and suddenly the world viewed him as a monster. Maybe the urge to prove himself, better himself, no, be better than those who have wronged him is what created the man he was today.

Nonetheless, whatever creature lurked in the depths of his soul, wants you. You were forbidden, a mere servant for the crown but blessed with the beauty fit for a queen. Watching you bend over and clean his chambers made something inside him churn. The way you’d breathe heavily after long hours of cleaning, your breasts rising up and down with droplets of sweat sliding down the valley of your tits left him needy. He wanted you so badly that his hand was no longer enough to ease the throbbing in his pants. His cock red, swollen, and pulsing with the desire to put itself in you. 

You were driving him to madness. The need to take you from behind as you made his bed, sent him over the edge. This primal urge in him had gotten so bad, he found himself in the company of whores on silks street. Aemond was so desperate to pleasure the lust in him, he’d envision whores as you while he fucked them. It was humiliating. You were making a fool of a prince and you didn’t even know it. Aemond felt as though you were haunting him, with your wicked tongue which he wished to see so badly trailing his cock. 

He had gone on like this for months, rutting against his sheets and anything that could ease himself. Aemond could not take it anymore, he snapped. 

And so, one day as you were doing your routine rounds, Aemond made sure to make his room extra messy. He needed to keep you there as long as he could. Aemond was on a mission to expel this entity (you) from his mind. He could no longer be haunted by the mere idea of you. 

When you arrived at his chambers, your jaw fell agape at the state of the room. It was in ruins, papers thrown across the ground, books displaced, his bedding thrown to the ground as well as spills upon spills of wine. Aemond smiled to himself as he watched you walk in slowly with a bucket and mop in hand. He clicked his tongue before speaking, a grin present on his lips. 

“Is something wrong?” He asked you mockingly. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pursed. 

“Of course not, my prince,” You muttered in response with deep breaths and a rapid shake of your head. 

“I know it is quite a mess. And I’m sure you’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” Aemond teased as he watched you grimace at the mess. You nodded, unsure whether you were allowed to engage with him in such a manner. 

Suddenly, as you began to clean his mess of a room, an idea struck him. 

“Ah, I feel terrible making you clean this all up. Alas it is your job but, I wonder, perhaps,” he paused, “Perhaps you could complete your daily task another way,” Aemond spoke hesitantly, eager to see your response. 

“What is it you mean?” You questioned his idea, curiosity eating at you. The prince had never even spoken to you this long and so his words enticed you. 

Aemond stalked toward you, his chest barely brushing against your own. 

“It is your duty to help me. Please me, is it not?” Aemond whispered against your ear, his slender hand caressing your cheek. Your cheeks flushed and Aemond immediately picked up on the deepening of your breaths. He towered over you and so he had a clear view of your tits, rising up and down slowly, heavily. 

“Get on your knees,” Aemond commanded. A moment of silence passed by, a simple stare-off between the two of you before you shakingly got on the ground. Aemond smiled, proud of your display of obedience. “Now take my cock out,” he ordered with a slow run through the top of your hair. A small gasp escaped from your lips. You were taken aback by his words but as you stared up at him, you found yourself unable to say no.

 Slowly, you unbuttoned his pants which were a lavish leather. Your hands were shaking as you slipped them down right below his arse along with his undergarment. Small breaths left you as Aemond’s cock rested before you. It was long, thick with veins entwined into it. But what truly caught you by surprise was how hard it was. The tip of his cock was flushed red and the entirety of it was pulsating. 

“Now suck. Perform your duties and please your prince,” Aemond whispered sensually. With a nervous gulp, you gripped his cock in your hand. Aemond hissed in as you touched him, the lust coursing through him had left him painfully hard. You stared up at him, looking deeply into his eyes before taking your tongue and licking his cock from top to bottom. When you reached the tip, you swirled your tongue around the swollen flesh before hollowing out your cheeks and taking him whole. Aemond’s head tipped back in ecstasy as you gave him what felt like the best head of his life. 

You sucked him off uneasily at first, nervous about his reaction but slowly you eased into it. Your head bobbed up and down on his cock rapidly causing Aemond to grip the back of your head for support. He grunted loudly from above you, lost in the pleasure of your warm mouth as you took him. His mouth was agape, sharp breaths leaving him continuously. Aemond pushed you down onto his cock deeply with his hand, gripping and pulling at your hair. Salvia dripped from the sides of your mouth as you gagged on his cock, taking him in over and over.

The scene taking place was so erotic, terribly filthy, and forbidden but nevertheless, your thighs were squeezing themselves together. You could feel your own arousal dripping from your cunt, leaving a small puddle on the ground. Aemond moaned and grunted as he began to fuck your mouth. His thrusts were quick, desperate, and filled with need. You had been haunting him for so long with the little moans of stress you’d let out as you’d clean a too-high-up place. With the way your dress would ride up as you bent over to clean his chambers, revealing your thighs. The way sweat would trail down the valley of your tits after a long day's work. You were a parasite that he wanted to be rid of. 

But even now, as he thrusted inside of your mouth, taking pleasure in the sounds of your gags. All he could think about was when he’d get the chance to do something like this again with you. He wanted so badly to hear you moan into his cock, as you were doing so now, every day. Aemond had to have your wicked tongue run its warmth against his cock for eternity. 

He needed you. Craved you. And as his spend filled your mouth, Aemond realized something then. His plan had not worked, you were still haunting him.

[venusloveslobotomies]

Kyle + Kenny first hang out

Kyle

Walking into your lab, you can’t help but internally cringe, remembering that awkward first moment when you spoke to Kyle Broflovski. And now you were fated to spend every lab with him for the rest of the year. You weren’t sure whether to cry or jump for joy.

You dropped your books at the bench with Kyle and he looked up from his notes.

“Hi Y/N. Did you finish all the pre-notes yet? I’m still catching up.”

“Almost! I wasn’t able to concentrate last night.” You replied before mentally backtracking. Yeah, not able to concentrate cause you were going through every scenario of this class.

“Oh, how come?” He seemed genuinely curious but you stuttered your response.

“Oh, uhhh. Loud neighbours. Gave me a headache, y’know.” He nodded in response, continuing to bounce his gaze between you, his textbook and his notes.

The instructor began, “Alright listen up, we’re doing a rundown of our syllabus for this semester and then we’re starting off with a histological stain. So, take out your books and we’ll write out our syllabus.”

You and Kyle took notes quietly next to each other before getting up and moving the stools to get your bench ready for the sample and slides.

“Alright you’re gonna need to take your sample and immerse it in the solution. This is going to preserve your sample permanently and keep it as life-like as possible.”

Kyle began performing the first step for the both of you. You couldn’t help but admire his careful work and the look of concentration on his face. It wasn’t a difficult prac by any means, but he was a perfectionist. The way his eyes squinted slightly and his mouth stayed slightly open in a frozen expression of effort was somehow beautiful. When he looked at you, once completing the fixation, you snapped abruptly from your stupor and quickly darted your eyes to the instructions.

“Uhmm, uhh. Ok, we now have to get the ethanol and dehydrate our sample.” You ignored Kyle’s (embarrassed) smile in the background. You poured the ethanol over your sample and took it to the instructor to have it saved while it dehydrated until the next class.

“Ok everyone! Once you’re done with the first step of embedding your sample, just continue filling our your notes for the prac until noon, then you can all go.”

You returned the bench and got back to filling out your notes.

“So, uhh. Do you want to maybe catch up on the pre-notes together, We can meet at the coffee shop around the corner? Or just go after this class? If you don’t have another class, I mean.” You looked at Kyle and noticed how shaky his voice had become.

“Oh! Yeah! I like that place. I don’t have another class after this.”

“Ok, it’s a date! Well… no! Not a date! Just uhh-“

“I know what you mean.” You giggled and watched the pink grow on his cheeks. You both finished up your notes and when the clock hit 12, you packed up your books and walked out of class together.

Kenny

hey Y/N, what time do you wanna catch up? i havent got anything on tonight.

- k

hi kenny! i’m just finishing up my notes. you can come over around 7?

kool, whats ur coffee order?

- k

just vanilla cold brew, please! ill send you my address and just come whenever you want.

Something about meeting Kenny outside of school made you bounce your leg in anxiety. You’d never even spoken to him before this English class. And now this guy, who had a a reputation (even if it was all just rumors) of playing with girls’ hearts. He seemed chill enough though, if not a little jumpy.

Talk about jumpy, the way your heart bounced into your throat once the knock on your door came. You jumped up and opened the door. Kenny stood awkwardly outside, juggling two coffees and multiple paper bags.

“Let me help you!” You rushed forward to grab the coffees and he moved past you into the living room.

“Thanks. I was about to drop those!” He dropped the paper bags on the coffee table. You followed and placed the coffees down carefully.

“So, did you wanna talk through the slides while you write the notes?”

“Yeah, that works!” He offered you a blueberry muffin and you took it, gratefully. You took a bite while opening your laptop to pull up the notes he’d missed.

“Ok, so that class, we talked about the second part of ethical decision-making. That’s actions…”

“Jesus, I’m exhausted!” Kenny yawned and stretched, leaning back against the couch. You also rubbed your eyes, understanding his energy. “What time is it?”

“About 9:30!” You were surprised when you looked at your phone. Granted, you’d spent a good amount of time debating the actual points and then you’d spilled your coffee on the carpet and had to make a mad dash for the paper towels.

You were genuinely surprised at how articulate and intelligent Kenny was. He made good arguments and expressed them ever better. You reckoned he could win about any debate. He also seemed genuinely interested in your thoughts, again, a part of why your studying had dragged out so long.

“Hey, do you want pizza? I’ll buy.” You even surprised yourself with your question. He blushed a bit.

“Here? Now?”

“Well, yeah, if you want to. I’ll order it. It’s late for you to go home for dinner. I’m sorry I kept you so long.”

“No! You really helped me! I’d love to stay for pizza.” You smiled and clicked on the TV before looking through the nearby pizza places to decide which to call.

Waiting for the pizza, you realised how comfortable you were with Kenny. He was funny and smart and god, his smile was swoon-worthy. You couldn’t really blame other girls for getting sucked in by his charm.

“Hey, I have a stupid question.” He started, watching for your reaction, “What exactly have you heard about me?” Well, that definitely caught you off-guard.

“Uhhh… well. I guess that you’ve dated a lot. And that you’re a heartbreaker-” His loud, genuine laugh cut you off, startling you.

“I’ve dated two different girls. And they definitely weren’t the ones getting their hearts broken.” The last part lost his humorous tone and almost sounded… sad?

“Oh…” You flushed with embarrassment, “Sorry.”

“No, I figured. That’s why I asked. I know there’s rumors that go around about me. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Knocking on the door interrupted the serious moment and you stood to get the food.

It didn’t take too long for the mood to lighten back to soft banter and laughs as the two of you dug into the pizza. You could feel yourself getting tired though. Apparently Kenny was too, because halfway through a slice of pizza, he softly slumped sideways into you, with his head resting on your shoulder. You blushed and leaned your head back against the couch, slowly giving into the lull of sleep.

apologies, it took more than two hours, like i said 😭 i got caught up watching nausicaa.

again, thank you all for your support and love of my writing! makes me wanna happy cry 💕💕

[dykeseesgod]

what well its just that you havent spoken to me in years except to call me a faggot or to dislocate my shoulder and you know what else is missing besides an attentive listener a segue i suppose forgive my bluntness please dont hit me but i could giv two shits about you or your vacant mind or your morbid curiosities or your dead fucking dog so why dont you just leave i never dislocated your shoulder according to my doctor you did in shop class last spring you twisted my arm behind my back and said you wouldnt let go until i said and i quote i like to get it up the ass i was just playing around with you oh that makes me feel so much better you know through my screams and the searing pain i can definely recall hearing laughter any way i can contribute to the fun of the group we were just messing around with you fuck you cb id rather you say we beat the shit out of you because we cant stand you rather than youre just messing with me that implies light teasing or slightly oproprious behavior i havent eaten in the cafeteria in 2 years for fear of going home with some part of it smeared across my shirt i havent been to the bathroom on campus since my head got slammed into a wall i believe you were there i didnt do that well you didnt stop it either and the faculty doesnt care you know what im tired of hearing they only pick on you because of your own insecurities aw jeez mrs blank now that you said that my head doesnt hurt so much and people wonder why kids bring guns to school to shoot you fuckers down maybe youre not the bully but you stand idly by and watch and to me thats even worse so please just go youre being hostile and im just trying to have a conversation with you like a civilized i dont want to talk to you i just want to be left alone i dont need social pointers i just want an apology for the five minutes youve stolen from my day see this is why you dont have friends i think we both know why i dont have any friends oh dont be so melodramatic youre in here crying about a dead dog and im being melodramatic shut the fuck up about my dog ok or what youll hit me go ahead ill show you how people get hurt and dont run away to cry like a big fucking baby whats so funny asshole im sorry nothing i dont see anything to laugh at its nothing its just that i was scared of you for like a second im sorry no its ok i deserved it promise me you wont bring a gun to school i dont even know where id get one you were one of my best friends you all were i just dont get it can i be honest if its any consolation none of us knew what to say to you after your dad got arrested it was pretty awkward it was more awkward for me im sorry we werent there for you that means a lot see now youre being sarcastic again no i wasnt its hard to tell with you truce i wasnt fighting a war but sure truce are you i dont know ive never had sex so kinda hard to tell at this point what about my dad im not sure thats considered sex you remember how my dog used to howl when you played the piano yeah i always found it pretty annoying he was singing along what do you think happens to animals when they die they go to heaven you believe in heaven sure there has to be some reward for living through all this and you think there are animals there in heaven the wolf will live with the lamb the lion will lie down with the goat and the calf the lion and the yearling together and a child will lead them the cow will feed with the bear their young will lie down together and the lion will eat straw like the ox the infant will play near the hole of the cobra and the child will put his hand into the vipers nest but my dog killed a living thing wouldnt god be mad he was sick cb he couldnt help it you know they say a dog sees god in his master and a cat looks in the mirror i hate cats me too

[puzzlekinq]

Can we please fuck sloppy until we’re both overstimulated and on the brink of passing out. This is for the good of mankind

WAAHABHAhah i. Ehehee. why are people horny for me now. i havent been spoken to like this since i was in a relationship two years ago. i dont know what to say . im flattered. we can fuck as sloppy as you want

[thesingingrevolution]

when my first love broke my heart i was really sad and then i got angry because he betrayed my trust and embarrassed me and i used to have revenge fantasies of finding my actual true love who would be better than him and we would run into him in rome (because that’s where my first love was from and also because it’s touristy and romantic) and it would be awkward but i would feel happy because i would be able to be like wow things worked out for me really well and who cares about the kid from middle school who i havent seen in 15 years but the situation is i’ve ran into him twice in the past two years at school which couldn’t be less like rome and both times he’s actually been super sweet and kind to me and i feel bad for ever being as upset at him as i was because I realize we were just kids and i dont think he ever had true malicious intent i dont think he wanted to hurt me i think we were all so immature and at a weird phase in our lives so i forgive him 100% (i did so years ago btw) and i am really happy that in the few times we have spoken since our friendship ended on an abrupt note we have had wonderful interactions both online and in real life and i would hope to see him in person again before i leave my hometown next week. i am truly very happy he is doing well and i hope we can keep in touch 🥹 btw does anyone know any companies that work with chemical engineers in italy and the usa because he was saying it’s so hard to get a job and he wants to work in the us but his certification or degree or something will be italian and only allow him to work in italy so please send suggestions i need an excuse to text lol

[dreambly3]

4/21/24

I had to sleep over at my grandpas. For some reason I had to sneak through the window but he was already sleeping in my spot. I was halfway through the window when I saw him so I decided to sleep at someone else’s place. I was about to leave but he woke up and very kindly insisted that I sleep there. Eventually my whole family wound up there and it was nice to spend time with them.

I was playing Lego Star Wars mixed with dark souls and the hardest difficulty setting after settings like “extreme” or “hardcore" was a slur. I remember thinking that the game was rated E10+

i was supposed to guard a phone booth and my old coworker appeared. i didnt recognize her in the dark at first but it was good to see her.

I lived in a room that belonged to that same coworker/my ex. my ex had decorated the room and I hadnt taken any of it down yet. i was pleased to see that among all the pictures of her friends and family, I still had a place among them in a picture or two even though we havent spoken for years. i also saw she had a picture of Alex Jones.

I was at a festival for a gas station/ rest stop chain. The rest stop chain was related to some community college in a different state. I was wearing a green sweater, but I realized it was inside out. I went to the bathroom to switch it around but there were some students there who flipped me off when I had it over my head. I told them I could still see them, but they just laughed.

[enderpearlgirl1005]

Years of The Dead

Chapter 4 Emotional Reunion

Ella couldn't believe her eyes, standing right there in front of her was her old friend who she hadn't seen in years. Stanley had the same shocked look on his face when he laid his eyes on Ella. Ella started remembering the first time she and Stanley had met each other.

It was several years ago, two weeks after her brother committed suicide. Ella was sitting on a bench on campus with her head in her knees crying. She still couldn't believe her beloved older brother was gone, just like her parents. Now she was all alone as her other relatives lived out of state and she couldn't afford to see them. She could only feel sadness and couldn't see herself ever being happy again, and started wondering if she could go on like this.

However she then felt someone sitting next to her, she sat her head up and saw a fit and good looking guy sitting next to her.

"Hey, I'm Stanley, we're in the same class. I couldn't help but notice that you've been pretty bummed out ever since you've come back from that two weeks vacation you took." Stanley stated.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Ella said.

"Hmm... hey it's a lovely day isn't it?" Stanley asked.

"I guess it is." Ella dismissively depression coating her voice.

"Hehe, hey look up, that cloud looks like a but!" Stanley pointed out while laughing.

Ella looked confused by what Stanley had said, but she didn't see any cloud of the sort. She then felt a hand patting her head and Stanley saying "Ha! Made you look!"

When she heard that Ella couldn't help but smile a little as her brother had used to play that trick on her.

"Hehe, that's kinda funny." Ella said.

"I hope so, I wanna try and help you feel a bit better as I hate seeing others sad." Stanley explained while smiling.

"Um, thanks Stan." Ella said. Stanley smiled and Ella looked at him and she saw in his eyes that he truly wanted her to feel better. When she looked in his eyes she felt herself becoming stronger and her desire to continue on with her life the way she wanted.

After that day Ella and Stanley started becoming closer and closer to one another. Soon they had become the best of friends and gained more friends over the years in college. He even got her into some good muscle building sports such as boxing, rugby, and jodo.

Unfortunately all those good years did not last for long because after they all graduated from college and got jobs things for one of them turned for the worse. Ella had joined a wonderful company where she only had to do all nighters when the busy season hit and the company had gotten a large investment.

However things weren't so good for Stanley as the company he joined sounded good at first, but it was a living hell. Ella learned through the grapevine that the company was exploitative of their employees. Stanley had to work for god knows how many hours a week, he barely went back to his apartment, hardly got paid, and worst of all his bosses would berate and yell at him all the time.

The last time Ella saw him, he was hardly even a shell of the person he was when they first met. She remembered their last conversation where she'd try convincing him to quit and go work somewhere else.

"Stanley please I'm telling you, you gotta quit! Come on, I can talk to my boss's and once they see how good you are I know they'll hear you! Please I don't work as much as you and I'm well, so this is why I want you to quit! I want the Stanley I became friends with to come back!" Ella exclaimed as she looked at a tiered and beyond worn out Stanley.

However Stan just got angry and yelled "Ella! You don't understand! I've work so hard on this job! I can't quit now! If I do, my boss will mock me and the others will take over the workload I left behind! I can't do that to them! Another thing! STOP BRAGGING HOW GOOD YOUR LIFE IS! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF HEARING YOU BRAG ALL YOU WANT ABOUT THIS SHIT!"

After that night Ella and Stanley havent spoken since, as he didn't have the time to and she didn't want to as long as he was working there. She was deeply hurt by his words that day, and hated that company for what they had done to her friend and wanted to burn it to the ground. However she didn't have the power to do so and she prayed everyday since then that the next time she and Stanley meet he'd be in a better place.

Back in the present Ella and Stanley were standing there in the halls of what was left of a once beautiful hotel. Ella couldn't believe that Stan was alive after years of the apocalypse and that hell's job he had.

"Stan-'' Ella was about to start speaking when Stanley wiped his head down and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'M SO SORRY ELLA! *sob* YOU WERE RIGHT! I SHOULD'VE JUST QUIT THAT WORTHLESS COMPANY! B-but, instead I got jealous of you." Stanley spoke the last bit in a more quiet and sorrowful tone.

"Wha-? You were jealous of me?" Ella asked confused, she was also slightly taken aback by his words.

"Yes! You always layed out your benefits for the company you worked for. And I heard through the grapevine that your company was like heaven compared to mine! So I got jealous that you scored what would be the lottery in the workforce compared to what I got! I was so upset over it that I lashed out at you due to everything, but after that day I was so ashamed of myself. You were my best friend and I possibly ruined everything we had, just because of my stupid jealousy. I stopped communicating with you cause I was afraid that if I tried you would yell at me. I was scared that you'd tell me you didn't want to talk or hear from me ever again. So I stopped communicating with you because of that, but I'm so sorry! Words and actions can never express how truly remorseful and regretful I am about everything!" Stanley cried out as he spilled out everything he had wanted to say.

"Oh Stan... I never wanted to stop being your friend, you were there for me when I needed it. You helped me cheer up whenever I was missing my parents and brother. You even helped me keep my spirits up and not go down a self destructive path that my family would never have wanted for me. So I could've never hated you for anything in the world. I was mostly upset for what that company had done to you, and at myself for not being able to help you soon enough." Ella explained, feeling regret of how she was unable to save her friend sooner.

"Hehe, well now thanks to the apocalypse, I'm finally free! And I've never been happier in my entire life! You might think I'm crazy for saying that, but... I'm so happy the apocalypse started! It's thanks to this insane pandemic I was able to free myself from my toxic work environment and do the things I wanted to do for so long. However there was still one thing I wanted to do, and I wasn't going to let myself die till I did it." Stanley explained.

"Huh? What's that Stan? Whatever it is I'll help you, as I want to make it up to you." Ella explained.

"Well I can do it now with you Ella." Stanley said.

Ella looked up at him confused by what he meant, and she became even more confused when Stan took her hands and held them in his own.

"Ella we've been friends for a long time, and I know that we've drifted apart because of our carries, but I didn't want to die before apologizing and confessing something to you." Stanley explained, his words full of passon.

Ella blushed a bit as Stanley got down on one knee while still holding her hands so tender and lovingly. "Ella, you're so strong, so brave, and so head on. You've never let anyone take advantage of you, you always let everyone know how you are feeling. And most of all, you're so brave, strong, and beautiful. So since two years after we became friends, I... I... I fell deeply in love with you!" Stanley confessed with all his heart.

When Ella heard Stan confess his feelings for her, she felt her heart do summer salts. She couldn't believe that her college friend had feelings for her after two years of them being friends.

"S-Stan I-" Ella was about to say but stopped when the pair heard groaning coming from behind them. They looked and were horrified to see some evolved infected running at them.

"Oh Shit! Let's talk later!" Ella exclaimed in a panic.

"Yeah! Let's head somewhere safe!" Stanley exclaimed.

The two panicked and ran for it, the evolved infected chased after them and ran as fast as they could. They soon ended up on the roof and saw that there wasn't another way off.

"Oh crud! What do we do?!" Stanley asked in a panic.

Ella looked around the area for a way off the roof. She then spotted another building nearby that they could jump to. Was across from the street so it was a little distance away but they could try to jump, it would lead to a few injuries but nothing serious.

"Hey Stan! That building over there you see it?" Ella asked as she pointed to the building.

Stanley looked and saw what Ella was talking about, however he was confused on why she was pointing it out.

"Um, yeah I see it, but why? We kinda got an issue on our hands!" Stanley pointed out as he heard the evolved getting closer.

"Well it's in jumping distance, so let's take a leap of faith together and go!" Ella blurted out as clearly and as quickly as she could.

"What?! Are you sure we can make it?!" Stanley questioned in a panic.

"Yes! We can make it if we do it together! Come on Stan!" Ella called out as she offered her hand to him.

"Are you sure?! It's been a long time since I've done this so I'm not sure if I can even make it with you! I might just slow you down." Stanley explained as he looked down to his feet.

"NO you won't! Listen for five years we haven't talked and for five damn years, I wanted to see you again! Now we're finally here and I want to see if the old Stan I knew back then is the same one here! You also told me you had a crush on me right?" Ella asked quickly.

Stanley froze for a moment, the world around the two of them seemed to have slowed down to just a snail's pace, as Stanley looked up at Ella. Her now purple eyes shimmered in the light as her long raven hair flowed as the wind blew through it.

"Come on Stan! I've been alone for three years! The only survivors I met had gone insane and none of them were my friends! I thought you had died too, but now you're here with me again! And now I know that you've fallen in love with me two years after we met! So I'm going to either die with you, or live with you! As, I'M NEVER SPENDING THE REST OF MY LIFE ALONE DURING THIS APOCALYPSE!" Ella declared with her eyes sparkling.

When Stanley heard that he felt a light shine inside his heart, and he let his face show the biggest smile Ella hasn't seen in a long time.

"Alright! Let's take a leap of faith then! I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life alone either! I'm finally with you again, and I'm not gonna waste whatever time we have left to just throw this away! I made a huge mistake five years ago, and I'm never gonna make it again!" Stanley declared as he took Ella's hand.

Just at that moment the evolved reached the top floor, and the two decided to finally take a real leap of faith, and a metaphorical one, as they begin to restore their friendship. The evolved ran up to them and tried to grab at whatever they could, but the two rekindled friends where faster and jumped.

Ella and Stanley held onto on another hands as they flew across the sky and to the next building. Ella was able to land on it perfectly, but Stanley mis-calculated a bit and almost fell off the edge. Thankfully Ella was able to grab onto him and pull him up before he did, as she was determined to not lose her friend (and hopefully lover) again as she did five years ago.

After pulling him up Stanley embraced Ella, in a tight warm hug like never before. Ella was taken aback by this for a moment, but it soon subsided and she started crying a little as she hugged him back.

"I'm so happy you're alive, and I hope that you're back to the real you." Ella said as she started to tear up a bit.

"I am the real me E, and I'm gonna show it to you. I promise you I will never make the same dump mistake I made all those years ago." Stanley let Ella go a bit, but his hands remained on her shoulders. "From now on, I'm staying by your side, and even if you won't return my feelings, then I'll just be happy to have you as my friend again." Stanley vowed with all his heart.

Ella smiled warmly, and held onto Stanley's hands as she looked him in the eye.

"Let's reconnect then, and slowly start to see if I do feel the same about you Stan." Ella proclaimed.

Stanley smiled when the words reached his ears, and his eyes once again became watery as he once again hugged Ella, who gratefully returned it. The two reunited friends stood at the top of the building, with the evolved on the other one groaning loudly and trying to reach them. Ella felt, if they were still human they'd be giving the two a round of applause. Even while the sun began to set, it shimmered on the two, as if congratulating them on their beautiful and emotional reunion.

[benitierr]

ngl, the last months were hard, and got worse and worse and worse. i see no ending to that downward spirale. i realized, i'm the problem, the burden and just too much, yet not enough. i know the ways of two people may depart at some point, and that's totally normal. But having to go through it with several people within a few weeks.. that can't be a coincidence. And the only common thing to all of them is me. So it had to be me. I am the problem, yet i am still going through all of it every day and night, figuring out which point exactly it was to each of them, where i fucked up beyond repair. all i could do was to withdraw and leave them alone. the fact the majority of them never reached out to me again after i stopped to be the first one to reach out, proved me right. the rest sometimes reached out, but it faded. last time one did, i was surprised, it was silent for a month, and then they reached out to me, but just to ask something work related. few messages back and forth, and now there is this silence again. the past few month were hard, but at the same time i tried to build up my walls again, becoming as numb as possible. to a certain point it worked so far. but, and that's the real shocking part about all of this. It's the conclusion i came to, that i've most probably became, what i never wanted to, and most feared, exactly what my Mom told i am and what i'd become. My whole life my Mom told me i'm just like her, a loner, who doesn't need anybody in their life except myself, cause there is nobody out there i could ever trust. all of them will take advantage of me, will break me, drop me and leave me, so i'm better off without anybody close in my life, just like her. so my whole life i tried to prove her wrong, trusted to fast, got affected to fast and hard, got clingy. not knowing how a healthy relationship in anyway may look like. and now in these months of (self imposed) isolation i had time, too much time, alone with my thoughts and... it seems she was right all along. i'm not even an extra in the movie of my own life. How could i ever think i'd be something more in the life of somebody else? And while i'm writing this, well aware nobody will read, nor care what i wrote, i have some unread messages on my phone, like they want to ultimately prove all my thoughts and conclusions to be right, where i only read the notification so far. theyre from a sibling, i havent heard from in many years... starting with a "Hey lil brother, it's your sis", but followed by a "please answer me, it's about your nephew". Like... both havent spoken to me in years, literally years. didnt try to reach out, both well aware of my phone number and where i live. both being in my "neighborhood" many times the last years, giving a shit about me. and yet i shall jump, answer and act like nothing happened? I hate to admit it, but i've truly become what my Mom predicted my whole life. And i am really, really not ok with this. tl;dr my life is a burning shithole of a nuked ruin, my Mom knew my whole life and i kinda realized it now.

[bethhiraeth]

okay here goes!

the strawberries are dying

byler in the 30's during the great depression, great exploration of class differences and them accepting being queer in an even more homophobic time (ongoing)

a bed in your shape

only two chapters so far, but a really cute and well written fic. will lies about being a virgin and everyone thinks that he and mike hooked up. adorable characterisation and them bonding over being gay

White lies

mike's family thinks he and will are dating, and invites him on holiday with them as his boyfriend. classic fake dating

filling in the blanks as we go

byler bookstore au. the cutest, fluffiest ever. will being a mess, awkward flirting, creative writing major mike. think coffee shop au but in a bookstore

the vale of shadows

im sure you've probably read a dram always the same and its sequel, but the last part of the series is just as good (maybe even my favourite). i wont give too much away, but its a fantasy au that picks up where over a bridge of time ends off. i am normally not a fantasy fan, but i really really enjoy this one (its ongoing)

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this).

classic 'mike thinks they're dating and just doesnt want to rush will and will has no idea what the fuck is going on'

laying on a sandy beach, sun shining in my eyes

the party goes to the beach in their senior year. really cute and fluffy

To Witness, The near Disappearance of Mike Wheeler

everyone thinks will is dead, for real this time. but hes not, hes trapped in the upside down again by vecna before he died. will trying to escape + exploration of mike's mental health which i felt dealt with it really well. be warned with this one, HEAVY angst and depression, so check tw.

something hungry for blood

vampire!mike but make it like. really funny. the vampire thing isnt even all that relevant tbh. hes still an idiot <3

Hide From The World (In Your Arms, Preferably)

cute but also angsty spidey!will, where he almost dies and lands in mike's living room, who he hasn't spoken to in over a year

playing pretend never felt so real

apparently im a sucker for these things, because this is another 'mike and will fake date on holiday with his family' one. and it is. adorable. my mouth was actually hurting from smiling so much. also impeccable wheeler family dynamics. holly is an icon (i was in hysterics every time she said something) and nancy adopts will as her baby brother. fluff all round <3

i was enchanted to meet you (please don't be in love with someone else)

adorable byler coffee shop au feat. mike being a fucking idiot

you are sick (and you’re married)

another coffee shop au but will is the idiot this time

Love goes 'round

will and mike meet in a laundromat at 3am. just really cute one-shot, and cool liminal 3am vibes

Tattoo

mike gets a tattoo and gets kicked out by his girlfriend. he realises maybe it has more to do with the fact that hes in love with will and didnt know it that the tattoo

Take My Breath Away

tooth-rotting byler wedding:)

he is half of my soul, as the poets say

THIS. FIC. I go back to it whenever I am feeling a little down. Featuring mike and will both being dorks for luca, the song of achilles, and having cats that are soulmates. i just. love it so much

thats all ive got for now! i hope all the links work, and that you find something that you enjoy (and havent read!) <3

anybody have any byler fic recs?? im trying to get back into reading to give me motivation to write

[be-lie-versneverdie]

once again remembering the time my friend told me "i'm straight i couldn't see myself dating a girl but i would have sex with one" and i was like...girl.........

[thesithdiaries]

A Beast (Harwin Strong imagine)

A Beast (Harwin Strong imagine)

Pairing: Harwin Strong x female Targaryen!reader 

Requested: nope

Warnings: brief mention of offing oneself, slight misogyny if you squint, spoilers for episode 1 and 3, typical westeros bs

A/N: this is much needed happiness for what happened in the show + this was basically inspired by the preview of queen charlotte’s netflix series (bridgerton prequel) PLEASE WATCH IF YOU HAVENT. literally sent a message to @astraljedi the second i finished watching that video (she sent it to me cause i had to idea this show was even happening)

-

Despite being King Viserys first born daughter, Y/N had no intention of being a queen. Although she loved the attention, the balls, the feasts, the beautiful dresses and jewelry, and all the privileges that came with being the daughter of a king, she was not interested in ruling seven kingdoms. She found it dreadful, borderline psychotic. And sitting with the small council for hours, deciding what to do in certain situations made her feel bored. 

After Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon passed, Viserys set his eyes on Y/N. He had to find a way to keep his brother Daemon from the throne, therefore he decided his daughter would be the heir and would sit on the Iron Throne after he passed. Y/N knew he was planning this. Nobody had told her, but she did notice her father giving her looks while someone brought up there were no male heirs, citing that the Realm has been in twenty-one years of uncertainty and doubt.

“Your Grace,” a Kingsguard called, looking rather pale like he was about to faint. “Princess Y/N has requested your presence.”

Viserys looked perplexed for a second before making his way out of the room. Otto Hightower, however, was deeply annoyed. He still did not understand how the princess could order her father around.

Inside her bedchamber, Y/N sat on her desk. It was filled with history books, papers, and pens scattered all around. The door opened, revealing her father. He quickly smiled when he saw what she was doing. Y/N always showed a fascination for history.

“You called?” He cheekily asked, taking a seat next to her. His eyes scanned the table, she was reading about past kings.

“Yes. I thought about going to you but I am too tired to walk,” Y/N confessed.

“So you make me walk here?” Viserys faked a surprised face, Y/N always had the same excuse.

“I just wanted to speak to you privately,” she explained.

“Well then, speak,” Viserys softly urged her.

“I do not want to be queen.”

The air felt tense immediately at her confession. The king did not know what to answer, his mouth opening to refute her terrible idea but no words came out.

“I am not fit to rule. It is simply not me. Father, I know you have had this on your mind since you exiled uncle Daemon but I cannot accept the responsibility of being your heir.”

“My sweet girl, have you always felt this way?” He asked with concern, grabbing her hand, while she nodded. “Why did you keep this to yourself?”

“I did not want to anger you… and I also did not want you to be disappointed. Even if you keep it to yourself, I know you feel disappointed that Rhaenyra and I are not boys.”

“No no, you misjudged me. I love you and your sister. Yes, me having a son would relieve you from this burden but that does not mean I feel disappointed about my daughters. You and Rhaenyra are my biggest blessings and I will always thank your mother for giving me two amazing daughters.”

Y/N sniffled, this was the first real conversation that they had since the funeral. Her father’s words felt genuine. Viserys always made sure to be present in their lives, to show them love and affection.

“However; what am I supposed to do now t-”

“Rhaenyra can be your heir,” Y/N declared.

Viserys eyebrows rose with curiosity. “Rhaenyra? Has she spoken to you about this?”

“Honestly, no, she has not. But father, she can rule the kingdoms. Even if she does not participate, she learns from being in the small council meetings. Talk to her. She deserves being on the Iron Throne.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Viserys stood up to hug her. Y/N buried her face in his chest, feeling grateful that her father understood and did not argue about her decision.

-

They had decided to do a hunt to celebrate Aegon’s second nameday.

Y/N sat with the other ladies while she ate some sweet treats. It was mindless chatter, Alicent tried to include her in the conversation but Y/N only gave short answers to whatever they were asking about. Rhaenyra was nowhere in sight, which aggravated Y/N. Where could she possibly be? 

With nothing else to do, Y/N excused herself and left the tent. The thought of going to sleep for the rest of the day sounded blissful.

“Pardon me, Princess?” A man interrupted her thoughts. “My name is Theodore Tyrell.”

Y/N smiled politely as he handed her a fruit bowl. “I gathered that from the rose on your chest. Thank you.”

“I do not think we've been properly introduced. I never found the correct opportunity to speak with you privately.”

“Oh,” Y/N awkwardly smiled. “Here I am. A pleasure to meet you, my lord.”

“Have you ever been to Highgarden?” Theodore asked.

“Twice, yet I am too young to remember,” Y/N replied, a feeling of dread filling her heart.

“You would love it. Highgarden is filled with flowers all around. Beautiful roses climbing up walls. The sights of the roseroad and the ocean road are simply breathtaking. However, we do not have a dragonpit…”

“Why, if I may ask, do you need a dragonpit?” Y/N hissed, pushing the bowl of fruits into his hands before the anger got the best of her.

“To house dragons, of course,” he replied with a condescending tone.

Y/N turned around and stormed into the tent, marching toward her father. “Oh, sweetheart, I was just about to call for you.” Viserys' smile dropped when he realized his daughter was seething with anger. “Are you alright?”

“Lord Tyrell? That is your best choice?” Y/N barked at him. “That man could be my grandfather.”

“You are of age, Y/N. Three-and-twenty, it is time for you to marry. It has been for a while.”

“That man? I would rather throw myself from the highest tower at the Red Keep before marrying him.” Viserys' eyes widened at her threat.

“Enough! I have been trying to speak about this with you since you became of age and all you have given me have been excuses. You must marry! It is your duty, especially now that your sister is the heir.” Viserys exclaimed, capturing the attention of everyone in the tent. People were staring, some of them murmuring about the conversation between the King and his daughter. “You and your sister will marry, whether you both like it or not. That is not up for discussion.”

Princess Y/N was quietly crying out of anger and frustration. Deep down in her heart, she knew her father was right, she needed to marry. Viserys went silent, mentally scolding himself for upsetting his precious daughter.

After their heated conversation, Y/N retired to her tent for the day, stating she was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. 

-

Hours later, after the king had sunk into his cups, Lord Strong decided to try his luck.

“Excuse me, Your Grace.” Lyonel stood in front of the King, at the bottom of the steps. “Can we speak for a moment?”

Viserys sighed. “Should I guess? You believe that your son, Ser Harwin “Breakbones”, the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms, is the best match for Y/N.”

Lyonel cleared his throat. “Yes sir, I believe so. My son, from what I have noticed, could be the only one that can deal with the princess. He is heir to Harrenhall, his strength and knowledge of battle will keep the princess protected. And the area is big enough to build a dragonpit.”

“Are you sure about this? Do you think my daughter will agree to this arrangement?” Viserys was unsure. Surely his daughter would not like this at all. 

“Perhaps she will try and fight it, Your Grace. They should at least meet and have a conversation, maybe that will help. We should not just send them off to wed immediately. My son would not like that either.”

Viserys hummed. “After we return to king’s Landing, I will talk to her. I suggest you do the same with your son.”

-

Days later, in the Red Keep, Y/N was actively ignoring her father. She was still hurt about how their conversation played out. She ate all her meals in her bedchamber, only leaving when she knew her father was in a small council meeting. Alicent also made attempts to get them to talk but Y/N was not interested.

During the night, she felt relaxed to go out and sneak some food from the kitchens and new books, when she was intercepted by the King.

“Y/N!” He yelled, startling her. “You cannot keep doing this. We must talk.”

She shook her head and walked faster to her chamber, but he was close behind. Y/N could not close the door before he got inside. “Father, please, leave me alone.”

“No! I am sick of this, Y/N. You will not keep avoiding me,” Viserys raged. She sighed, sitting on her bed in defeat. “You will marry, I have found you a suitor.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, only for Viserys to raise his hand to make her stop.

“This is not up for discussion. You will meet him tomorrow night.”

“Who is he?” She asked and Viserys turned around to leave. “Father! Who is he? What is his name!” 

The king had left. Y/N yelled in frustration, she hated not knowing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Lyonel was about to speak with Harwin. “Son, do you have a moment?”

“Of course, father. What is it?” Harwin put down the paper he was reading to focus on Lyonel.

“You are to be wed.” He blurted out. Harwin felt the air being sucked out of him. “I spoke with the king during the hunt. You are to marry princess Y/N.”

“What? The king agreed to your proposal?” He was stunned. “What did princess Y/N say?”

“She, uh… she does not know you are the suitor,” Lyonel confessed. “We think it is better like this.”

“Father, that is absurd. She must be losing her mind at the uncertainty, you know that.”

Lyonel sighed. “I know, son. As I said, you will meet her tomorrow night. The king is already planning a feast in honor of this union.” 

Harwin did not know what to think. He had not met Y/N, only saw her from a distance during the hunt. He was captivated by her beauty. He could only hope Y/N was not too upset when she found out it was him.

-

The following morning, Y/N was speaking with Rhaenyra while they ate breakfast together.

“Sister, you have to forgive father eventually,” Rhaenyra reminded her while taking a bite out of an apple.

“I know,” Y/N exhaled. “I just… I just feel that he does not care about my opinion on the matter.”

“If that were the case, you would be in Highgarden right now.”

Y/N gave her a look. “I suppose you are right. Have you heard anything about this mysterious suitor?”

“No, I am afraid I have not,” Rhaenyra confessed. “Father has been very secretive since we came back from the hunt.” Y/N covered her face with her hands, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Perhaps you will like him, he could be very handsome.”

“Or he could be a beast,” Y/N contradicted.

-

Nobody in the castle talked about the suitor. The princess has not heard not even a whisper about him. It frightened her immensely. 

The hours moved quickly and it was time for them to meet. Viserys had arranged the small hall for this. Almost everything was going according to plan, but they did not know what the princess was up to in the gardens.

Y/N was currently trying to climb up a wall using flower branches. She planned to climb up, run from the castle, and come back the following morning. It sounded easy in her head, but now that it had to be executed, Y/N found it was not so simple. On the other hand, Harwin was on his way to the hall when he saw someone with silver locks trying to escape. He chuckled, walking up to stand under an arch.

“Hello, my lady. Are you in need of any assistance?” Harwin asked, holding his hands behind his back.

“I am quite fine, thank you. You can go back inside and do whatever,” she dismissed him.

“I will. But I am curious… What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she answered.

“You are doing something,” Harwin observed.

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Y/N got down from the branch, staring at the wall. “If you must know, I am trying to ascertain the best to climb over this garden wall.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Climb? Whatever for?” Harwin wondered with an amused expression.

“I think he may be a beast.”

“A beast?” He answered in surprise. “Who are we discussing?

“That is none of your business.” The princess slightly turned to say this to him before focusing her attention on the wall, causing Harwin to take a sharp breath to calm himself. “My suitor,” he smirked. “No one will speak of him with me. He is clearly a beast.”

“Understood,” Harwin nodded.

“If I grab here, perhaps you can assist me by lifting me up,” Y/N moved her hand to get his attention, then proceeded to climb up the branches again. 

“You do not like beasts? What he looks like matters?” Harwin wondered.

“I do not care what he looks like. What I do not like is not knowing.” Harwin was right then, he told his father this. “Now, here. Just hold here, with a lift I believe I can climb up the garden wall.”

“You want me to lift you over so you may escape?” Harwin repeated what she requested, still feeling amused. “People will notice you are missing.”

“I will worry about that later. Now, please make haste.”

“I have absolutely no intention of helping you.”

Y/N got down and walked towards him. “I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?”

“I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so she does not have to marry me.”

Y/N was stunned. “You? You are the man I am supposed to marry?” Her cheeks were red in embarrassment.

“I am deeply sorry if I look like a beast, princess,” Harwin teased. “I would have thought the same if I had not known it was you.”

“You,” she cleared her throat, “who are you?”

“Ser Harwin Strong,” he introduced himself while grabbing her hand to kiss it.

“Lord Strong’s son?” Y/N questioned with confusion.

“So you have heard about me,” Harwin smirked.

“If I am honest, only your name.” Y/N’s cheeks were even more flushed if that was possible. “I, umm… I will see you inside. Excuse me, Ser.”

Y/N almost ran, wanting to be away from him as soon as possible. Harwin, however, was faster. He grabbed her arm to make her stop and turn to him, bringing her close to his body. “Wait, princess.”

“This is not proper,” she stuttered.

“Neither is you trying to escape,” Harwin noted. Y/N failed to get out of his grip once again, his hold was tight but not enough to hurt.

“What must I do for you to let me go?” Y/N pouted.

“Just have a conversation with me before we go to the hall, so you can see I am not the beast you thought of,” he proposed. Y/N huffed in defeat, but deep down she was intrigued by him.

“Lead the way, Ser Harwin.”

//

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[hobisstar]

You Mean The World To Me

| HII! this is a 3rd part to You Are Coming To Smackdown One Way Or Another. i havent had the energy to write so please bare with me.

Tag List: @broken-lunatic @windhamsrotunda @itjazzbicch @lalaooopsie @starwithaheart @pitlissa22 @ti777any

this is pretty short but HEY LOL AT LEAST ITS OUT

warnings: cheating, mentions of cheating, roman being a dick, swear words. roman trying to guilt trip. ROMAN IS AN ASS IN HERE SO YOUR WARNING IS RIGHT HERE!

it’s the new year! Y/N is womens champion on RAW after she beat Becky at Day 1.

Roman was happy but still felt as if the same could’ve happened at smackdown. he wants his girl closer, he misses her but to be truly honest he hasn’t been the best boyfriend either.

he’s been avoiding her and of course Y/N being even more stubborn she avoided him back. she doesn’t understand him anymore, it’s been months since the draft and Roman still can’t understand that she isn’t leaving RAW.

Current day, Y/N has been hanging with Becky and Rollins a lot more lately on raw. Roman hasn’t spoken to her and she isn’t going to force him. she sees this as the last straw of the relationship and maybe they’ve just out grown eachother.

It was the weekend and she usually practices at this time of day but something besides roman has been bothering her. the rumors.

rumor has it Roman has been sleeping around with someone since she has left Smackdown. she’s not aware of who but people say it’s Sasha or Charlotte. she had enough of hearing about it so after practice she was definitely going to see if this rumor had any source to it.

“alright! you did good today same time sunday and we can get you up to date before Rumble.” y/n nodded to her trainer and got her things together to go back to her shared apartment with roman.

walking outside she saw roman’s truck outside her practice gym and sighed. “great he’s here.” she mumbled. she looks around and saw roman kissing sasha.

as much as she wished the rumors weren’t true that right there just proved everything. as soon as she looked away she saw Roman look directly in her direction and started opening the door. “ Y/N- princess wait-“ he said getting out the door. he got to her in time and tried to stop her from getting inside her car.

“roman, if i were you i’d get your cheating hands off my fucking car.” she looked at him with anger. “No, we need to talk.” he said and opened the back seat and pushed her in soon sliding in.

“ WE? Since when was this relationship even an two way? you’ve never included me in shit since the draft and now i see why.

you’ve been putting your cock in other bitches while i work my ass off to keep a smile on your face. if you are going to cheat dont do some dumb shit in broad fucking daylight.”

y/n was livid. she’s had enough of roman’s bullshit and it was time he finally got her true feelings on what she really felt.

“ Y/N, she kissed me first. i swear to you i never touched her before that. you have all the right to be pissed at me and want me out of your sight. i understand but-“

“ it’s always a but with you Roman! But what about me. But what about our future of running the company together. but i need you. but i love you.

but i miss you. but but but! i’m tired of all the lies you’ve told to me. i don’t give a damn if you haven’t touched her before then. i saw you kissing her NOW! we are done.

i thought maybe we could work it out but the way you just did that oh that was like god slapping a fat yes on my forehead. you’ve been doing whatever since when? Last year roman! last fucking year. i’m done get the hell out my car and never show your damn face again.” she got up out the back seat and went around to open his side of the car. she needed him out before she said anything else.

“ fine, fine. i deserve that.” he got up. “ But im telling you this now that i’m not leaving you. i can’t bare having to actually loose you completely. Baby girl, you are my world. the step mother to my kids, they love you. I love you! you can’t just walk out on us. please y/n..” he said standing infront of her.

she never answered and won’t. “ Fine you wont answer. Cool, Great.” he said walking away going to his truck. Y/N without hesitation closed the door and got in the front seat driving off instantly. Roman sat there in disbelief. are they officially over? did he really let his love of his life walk out on him and his family? “ No No, Roman you got this. you need her. she needs time to think about everything. give her space and time to thin- smh space literally what i’ve been doing since october. she stuck by me even when i wanted to drag her to smackdown so i can have my lover near by, and i throw it away because of temptation? what type of ass am i?” he leaned back in the driver’s seat and sighed trying to keep the tears from running.

it was over. they were over. of course here was the next big step, getting her things out the apartment without roman being near to talk her ear off.

Monday would do but she has work so she would have to either go today or tomorrow.

“shit” she mumbled sighing loudly. she started her car and pulled off going in the direction of the shared apartment. Y/N was aware the kids weren’t home they were with roman’s mother this weekend.

once she pulled up she got out and went straight for the door. Yeah, Roman wasn’t there but she knew he would be back soon. She went up to the room and started packing her belongings. Slowly but at good speed.

She was so busy packing she didn’t hear roman’s car pull up or him opening the door or walking up the stairs. “Babygirl? We really need to talk..” he said which snapped her focus back to reality. His voice made her jump a little but nothing to make her scream.

“Roman Reigns we have nothing to talk about. You… You are the worst person ever. The fact that i was gonna really try to come see you this week and that is how i see you in after what months? i have nothing more that i want to say to you” Y/N looked at him then tried to get back to packing but he closed the closet door and stood in front of it.

“ Babe… i know what everything might’ve look like but i promise i want no one but you. Y/N L/N i want you and only one. My babies love you and that makes me love, want and need you even more. i’m not in the right mind without you baby and you know that. i fucked up big time and if i could i’d erase that mistake. just please, please don’t leave me, or the kids” Roman got on his knees and grabbed her hand.

“Roman, I….

to be continued…

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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

HI MY LITTLE BABIES I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER AND THATS BECAUSE LIFE JUST KICKED ME IN THE ASS HARSHLY FOR AWHILE BUT I GOT MY LIFE TOGETHER AND NOW IM BETTER THAN EVER BABYYYYYY!!!!

[exilley]

See it's one thing if i see it online. It's sort of impersonal and i can shrug it off with a groan. But some dude i havent spoken to in over two years suddenly reconnected with me over text and started talking about how much he didnt like kdramas and how misogynistic all of it is and it's 1am for me this is the 3rd time ive had this sort of conversation please please please can we be normal. For my sanity's sake

I think if i hear one more person imply the korean entertainment industry is uniquely sexist (as opposed to the contemporary progressivism openly observable in its western equivalent) i am going to break their water heater and steal all their toiletries. those backward asian cultures!!! such a refreshing countercultural statement in response the growing popularity of foreign media!!! would you like a medal. Do you want a fucking cash prize. Parade atop a podium naked perhaps??

[machine-gun-casie]

tavern music

synopsis: corpse hears tavern music coming from your room (gn!reader)

warnings: rpf, reader gets cheated on, kind of unrequited feelings, mostly hurt/comfort and physical affection tho (what im trying to say is that this is mostly self indulgent)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: havent written in a while but i found this in my arsenal, fixed it up a bit and viola. original plans for this was definitely something longer that would end with them being together but im not up for writing rn. been feeling really shitty lately and ive been needing something like this in my life. hope u guys like it ♡

He couldn’t hear it at first. His headset was on and everyone was being so loud on the discord call. When he started the stream, he really thought it was gonna be a long one. But he’s only two hours in and he’s ready to get the hell off because something was definitely wrong.

“Corpse?” His name being spoken finally broke him out of his trance, he only hummed in response. “You’ve been really quiet. Are you sure you’re up for another game?”

“Actually,” he starts as he closes a few tabs, “I think I’ve gotta go. Today was fun, though. Thanks for having me guys.”

After a chorus of ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you later’s, Corpse disconnected from the discord call. “Thank you guys for being here,” he addressed the chat, “sorry I’m ending so early today. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time. Take care of yourselves. Later.”

After hanging up his headset and getting out of the chair he’s been sitting in for far too long, Corpse made the short trek to your room. 

You had only been roommates for less than four months, but Corpse could confidently say that you have become one of his closest friends. Getting a roommate was the last resort that he never wanted to actually resort to. But alas, medical bills were piling up and youtube and music don’t make half as much money as people think they do. So cutting rent in half was the best plan he could come up with. He did have an extra guest room that no one ever stayed in. Of course having someone move into his personal space was terrifying to him. He didn’t just want to post an ad on craigslist or something. So he asked a couple trusted friends to ask a couple trusted friends… And that’s when you came in.

You were the trusted friend of a trusted friend of a trusted friend. When you met, you didn’t make a comment about his voice. Your face sure as hell showed your surprise but you didn’t say anything. To Corpse, this meant one of two things. You either knew who he was but didn’t want to freak him out, or you didn’t know about his online persona and were just genuinely shocked by his voice. It only took a few minutes of knowing you to know that it was the latter. Thank god. You were like anyone your age with social media. You had a few accounts, followed a few people, but mostly used it to stay in contact with friends. 

It only took you guys a week to realize you had way too much in common. After many a late night when he wasn’t streaming, and many an early morning when he was just done streaming, you two became inseparable. Nothing could keep you apart.

Except for one thing.

You had a boyfriend.

There was nothing wrong with your boyfriend, per se. Just the fact that he was your boyfriend and Corpse was not. 

Yeah, Corpse definitely had feelings for you. 

But right now, feelings didn’t matter when he could hear tavern music coming from your room.

He knocked lightly and pushed the door open slowly. “y/n? Can I come in?”

No response came, just sniffles and sobs. The lack of refusal on your part gave him the courage he needed to open the door wider and step into your room. He had only been in your room a couple of times since you had moved in. But he had never been in a room that gave off the feeling of a person so well.

You were curled up on your bed, facing your open laptop screen and the tavern music coming from its speakers. With every sob shaking your chest, Corpse felt his heart break. “y/n,” he murmured softly, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s not working.” Came your reply, heavy with tears. “You said it would make you feel like you're going on an adventure but I still feel like crap.”

“What happened?” Corpse asked as he sat down on your bed, facing you. You slowly sat up and crossed your legs at your ankles in front of you.

“He-” You sighed heavily. “He cheated on me.”

“What?”

“He cheated on me -has been cheating on me- with my best friend. My little brother found out.” You groaned and dramatically dropped your head onto Corpse’s thigh. His hand immediately came in contact with your cheek as he brushed a few stray tears away.

There was rarely any physical contact between you and Corpse. Sometimes you’d give him a high five, sometimes he’d give you fist bump. And there was that one time you came up behind him at the grocery store and hugged his arm to your chest. You immediately whispered something along the lines of ‘creep won’t leave me alone’ followed by a loud ‘hey babe!’

Corpse could barely admit to himself how much he liked that.

But this? This felt good. Corpse’s large warm hand on your face somehow made you want to cry more but in a good way. The tenderness with which he held your face made your heart squeeze as it remembered moments like this with your boyf- ex boyfriend. But then it remembered your brother’s words.

“Hey, what’s up?” You spoke as you answered his call. Your brother wasn’t much of a caller, so it made you worry. 

“Hey, where are you right now?”

“I’m home, why?”

“y/n… There’s something I gotta tell you.” He sighed and you could clearly hear the guilt.

“Did you break my DS!” It was your first thought as you had given it to him the last time you had seen him. “Dude! I’ve had that since I was seven!”

“No no, I called about something else.” He cut you off mid-whine. “But also I did lose the pen.” You huffed out a sigh of frustration but stayed silent so he could tell you what he wanted to tell you. “I saw your boyfriend at the park today.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “And?” How did this warrant a phone call? 

“He was with Bob.” 

When you had met your best friend, your brother was only a toddler. He had decided that her name was Bob, so it stuck. You always called her Bob, she was saved as Bob in your phone, your whole family called her Bob. But you still didn't understand. Why was he calling you to tell you that your boyfriend and your best friend were at the park? 

“Why are you calling me about this? You know that they’re friends, right?” You let out a chuckle, albeit still pretty confused. “They’re allowed to hang out without me.” 

“They weren’t hanging out.” You could hear your brother push out a strained sigh. What wasn’t he telling you? “They were making out on the swing set. As in, both of them on one swing. And I double checked, it was definitely them. I-I told mom and she said not to tell you, but I couldn’t not tell you when I’m the one who saw it!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

There was no lying to yourself, you had doubts about your best friend and your boyfriend. But you constantly brushed it off. He wouldn’t hurt you like that. Hell, she couldn’t hurt like that. Not after everything you had been through together. 

But you had seen his call log by accident one time, he called her more than he did you. She face-timed him one time to ask his opinion about a dress she was going to buy while you were in the changing room. She had done a handful of things since your relationship with your boyfriend started that made you uneasy. If this was their first kiss, which was something you doubted, then they’ve both been emotionally attached to the other for far too long.

All those tender intimate moments, all those dates, throughout everything, he wasn’t faithful. Not emotionally, at least. None of those moments that you cherished meant anything to you anymore. He had played you. With none other than your best friend since middle school. You didn’t know who to be more mad at.

The thoughts of betrayal from someone who you considered a sister and the hurt of being cheated on made you nauseated.

So when the large warm hand on your face stroked your cheek again, you didn’t mind it. This was Corpse. Not your cheating boyfriend. Not your lying best friend. Corpse. And you knew that he would never hurt you.

“He’s been cheating on me for a while I think.” You mumbled against his sweatpants. “Maybe a couple months. I don’t know.” 

Corpse furrowed his brows in thought. You had told him you were going to visit your boyfriend for your one year anniversary next week. “Weren’t you go-”

“Yeah.”

“And Bob’s been your friend since-”

“Yeah.” Your chin wobbled as you answered. You brought your arms up around Corpse’s thigh and hugged it. It was a strange position, but you didn’t care. He was so warm and nice and hugging him properly required more movement on your end than you were willing to do.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Corpse sighed and reached out to untangle your arms from his leg. He gently pulled you across the few inches of bed between you and sat you in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, immediately sobbing into his shoulder. “Do you want me to turn off the music?” You shook your head no against him and he chuckled before he solemnly sighed. “When did you find out?” 

“When I came home.”

“But you came home hours ago. Have you been in here this whole time?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were streaming, didn’t wanna interrupt.” You shrugged.

“y/n,” he sighed disappointedly, “you’re my best friend. I can end a stream if you need me.”

“Okay.” Your voice, broken and weak and tired, made him feel so guilty. You had been crying your heart out for over two hours just down the hall from where he was.

He gently grabbed you by your hips and tried to push you away, but you only held on tighter and whimpered. “I just wanna get you some water.”

“I don’t want water.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You.” You whispered. “Please stay.” 

Fuck. How could he say no to that?

So he stayed.

[the-heaminator]

Day 5 Pruk week,  Family/first kiss:

This is what inspired me to write one of my fics "but muum", but i havent gotten around to writing up to it yet, this will be added as a chapter later, but i think you should probably read the fic first to get a vague gist of what the fuck is going on, but this could perhaps be read as a standalone.

@prukweek

Both Arthur and Gilbert, to say the least, were a fucking adorable pair, everyone in the family and most out of it agreed.

And right now, in Arthur's incredibly tired state, and Gilbert in an emboldened one from his chat with Matthew, they were both in the same bed, as usual.

To anybody else two men sleeping in a bed together and cuddling was kinda gay, and it was kinda gay just the two had managed to put off admitting it for far too long and just about everyone was incredibly done with their shit.

Even fucking Ireland and Belgium who both had their little thing going in between them were done with their shit.

Being a man of both far too many and far too inhibitions, Arthur had decided to not sleep for about 3 nights straight, and aside from looking absolutely more undead than usual, sleep deprivation tends to make him more clingy, though only to people he trusts, otherwise. He becomes a whole other universe if grouchy, snapping at everyone and everything.

The rest if the family had managed to covince Arthur to lay the fuck down, and by convince i mean that Ireland and New zealand threatened to kill both him and Alfred with a spoon to get them to sleep, and in instead of risking a slow painful death from brain damage, they decided to actually go the fuck to sleep.

Matt had given Gilbert an encouraging thumbs up, Zee had given him a high and wished him luck, India gave him a look that said "teenagers" as if he wasn't nearly a thousand, well that was about a quarter of India's age.

Anyways Australia asked Gilbert to promise him, that if this worked he would treat Arthur well or he would be dead, and this was said with such honesty and actual familial love, that Gilbert swore on his own life, wondering how Arthur had managed to be blessed with such amazing children.

The British isles gave a similar sort of threat, but with concern for both, Dylan saying "I know he's a bastard, but he is very bad when it comes to matters of the heart, so please be gentle with him please."

Spoken like a true older brother, speaking for his entire emotionally constipated brood.

Denmark gave him a rather interesting text that detailed far too many things about the  Englishmans sex life that seemed to be written by France, why Denmark had the text was beyond him, also leaving him with a couple words of "encouragement", Denmark warned that if Arthur murdered him, he wont be paying for his funeral.

Gilbert knew this was the jest of a close friend, he was not dim enough to take it seriously, but as he apprehensively walked up the stairs and down the corridor to Arthur's room, he started to have second thoughts.

I mean I could always wait a few more days.

Or years.

Or centuries.

The thought of waiting much longer was so utterly miserable to Gilbert's mind that his psyche went.

Nah fuck it.

And allowed him to walk into the room where Arthur was decidedly not sleeping, somehow still awake enough to be tapping away at his laptop, though slower than usual, Gilbert approached him.

"Arthur, you really should sleep?" That was not what he wanted to come out at that moment but for once Gilbert did not have a plan and was (as some would say) going with the flow.

And currently the flow was about as smooth as the Volga in midwinter, which was to say that it was barely flowing at all, but when Arthur didn't move from his chair, Gilbert had to try a more imaginative approach.

"Come lay down, we can cuddle?" That sounded to fucking cheesy to Gilbert and Arthur looked at him, a little wistfully if he would say so himself, though it could very much just be a trick of the light.

"What makes it look like i *yawn* want to cuddle?" Arthur was speaking a bit too quick to be normal, great he was jacked up on caffeine too.

"Well, you're always cuddling me when you do sleep, and you look absolutely adorable." Ooh bit too direct, I hope he doesn't think in an ass or something.

"You're an ass Gilbert, you know that." 

WHAT DID I SAY, I KNEW HE WOULD SAY THAT.

Gil thought he fucked up good as Arthur's eyes travelled from him to the computer, back and forth as if to decide which would be more profitable for him, and to buy Arthur's and Gilbert's surprise, Arthur chose Gilbert.

Tips of his ears far too red Arthur grumbled "Don't get any ideas, I'm just tired." Before getting into bed and mentioning for Gilbert to join him after switching off his laptop, on some tab about trade reports and governmental deficits that seemed so frightfully boring.

The room now cloaked in darkness, and the house being unnaturally silent, even as everyone was awake, the two lay down on the bed together, as if they'd been doing this for centuries.

Which I mean they had but this time it felt a bit different.

Arthur on Gilbert's arm, a bit too close for Gilbert not to think that maybe Arthur actually did love him back, Gilbert's hand slowly going through Arthur's birds nest looking hair, slowly smoothing it out to some semblance of cleanliness before Gilbert, in an odd moment if courage, gave Arthur a chaste kiss on the forehead while both were still awake.

Usually if either ever did a kiss they were drunk or the other was asleep, but now both were very much within consciousness and lucidity.

Gilbert braced himself to get an earful from Arthur, perhaps him even getting out of bed in a huff, but none of that happened, instead Arthur seemed to be mentioning to kiss him again.

WHAT THAT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK.

He repeated the kiss, this time it lasted a little longer, lingering for a second or two on Arthur's forehead, and if this wasn't such an odd situation Gilbert would have laughed at how the kiss immediately eased the tension within both of their bodies, but this was just too surreal to even be actually happening, and was miles away from Gilbert or Arthur being able to think full cohesive thoughts.

Finally, through a silence that could not be considered awkward, yet not considered incredibly comfortable either, one of them, Arthur, rasped "Gilbert...Gilbert why did you do that?" He sounded far more disbelieving than angry, yet Gilbert still thought he managed to mess something up.

"Shit shit shit, I'm sorry Arthur, really!"

Arthur looked at him, dead in the eye even in the dim light of the room, and seeing the actual fear and misery in his eyes, and the fluttering of his heart in his own chest, Arthur replied with "Why ever so?"

"I-I kissed you, are you not mad?"

"Why would I be Gilbert."

The room descended into silence again, this time loaded with tension and anticipation, which was shattered, rather brutally if I may add, by Arthur saying "Plus that was barely a kiss, let me show you how it's done."

With a surprising amount of agility from someone so sleep deprived, Arthur crashed his lips to Gilbert's, whose mind took a little longer to catch up with what his body was doing, too busy being distracted by this to respond immediately, god this felt so goodboth both their bodies so close together as they kissed.

But when he finally pushed back, he was not expecting such fervent from Arthur, he was even nipping Gilbert's lips as he deepened the kiss far beyond anywhere Gilbert had ever gone younger exploring Gilbert's slack mouth.

The poor soul had had around 3 romantic kisses in his life and was not prepared for this at all, Arthur tasted like coffee and tea with the vaguest taste of old cigarettes

Finally separating, both breathing hard, Gilbert whispered, a garbled mix of English and German "that was amazing."

Arthur looked both very embarrassed and incredibly relieved, one would after waiting so long and having it all come down like this was incredibly satisfying for the both of them.

Arthur slid off Gilbert, tucking himself back in the blanket as if nothing happened, as Gilbert's mind raced at a million miles an hour. Which started to exceed the speed of light as Arthur snuggled up close to him and fell asleep almost immediately, after mumbling, so quietly that Gilbert could barely hear it.

"I love you."