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asapeveryday · 8 months ago

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The Last Time Pt4 (FINAL)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: sex sex sex

Summary: you finally know what you want. Hopefully Paige does too.

Authors note: hello!!!! Hope this hits how I intended. I know this series was short, don’t worry!! I have many ideas for what’s next. Enjoy!

MINORS DNI AFTER CUT PLEASEEE

The stadium is loud and bustling. You managed to secure half decent seats but cursed at yourself for not thinking this through. Just showing up to her game and hoping you’d be able to talk to her? How stupid could you be? It’s not like you can just show up to her change room, her teammates would probably think you were a stalker. Paige would probably be embarrassed.

You didn’t know what to think of her now. When the two of you would meet up you felt as if you’d known her your whole life. She knew a lot about you, and you grew to learn personal things about her too. But now all of that means nothing, and you now realized there’s a decent possibility she didn’t even tell her friends about you.

What was there to tell? ‘Every week I fuck this girl, then we spill our guts to each other and then don’t talk again till the next time.’

You sigh to yourself, looking down at the navy and white jersey you had on. You hadn’t worn Paige’s jersey since the night you first met at the Halloween/Birthday party. You felt like an idiot.

When you look back onto the court, you briefly catch a good chunk of the team looking in your direction during warmups. Ignoring the flip in your stomach, you convince yourself it’s nothing to do with you.

“Is that her?”

“She’s wearing Paige’s jersey.”

“Has she ever been to one of our games before?”

Azzi shakes her head. “No, she hasn’t.”

“So why would she be here now?”

“She misses Paiges pussy power.” KK shrugs, then yelps when Nika hits her.

“Should we tell Paige?” Nika asks.

Azzi glances at Paige, who is clearly in her own thoughts. “No. It’ll throw her off. We can worry about this later.”

“We gonna parent trap em or what?” KK asks.

“Parent trap who?” Paige finally joins the conversation.

“Nobody!” The whole group sings. Paige just shakes her head.

The game is entrancing. You never cared to watch basketball, even when you started seeing Paige you never bothered to check it out. You recall her trying to drop hints of her wanting you at one of her games, but you didn’t think you could handle seeing her playing. You thought it would make you more attracted to her, and you were right.

Paige was absolutely in her element. You could see now why the internet could rave on about the smallest play for days. The game had you on the edge of your seat, Paige was a monster when she wanted to be and it was turning you on to no amend.

Your feelings become unsure as you see her on the court, running back and forth, shooting and making shots, yelling and celebrating. Chest bumps with her teammates, shared looks, laughs unheard by the crowd. It was a whole other world that you were not apart of. The reminder that this is all for her was blaring. You look around at the screaming fans, most of them girls and guys your age. Any of them could replace you, in fact you could’ve been a replacement yourself.

You suddenly have the urge to get up and leave, to call it quits and forget about your infatuation with #5. This urge only worsens when Paige approaches the stands in attempt to rile up the crowd, raising her hands to say “louder, louder!”

You watch as her eyes graze the masses, and then you watch as her expression morphs from excitement to a billion other unidentifiable emotions as her gaze touches your portion of the seats. You know then that she’s seen you, but you don’t know how she feels about that.

She retreats as if nothing has happened and she plays the rest of the game fiercely, but her face retains the same unreadable expression.

At the end of the game you once again curse yourself for not thinking this out more thoroughly. So far all you’ve done is make yourself feel sorry. You put your hand in your pocket to get the headphones, but instead feel your phone buzz.

From: Paige B

come outside of the gym rn

You oblige.

She’s waiting for you at the back, all ready to leave in her Huskies tracksuit. Her hair is still in her signature game day braids and ponytail, and when her eyes meet yours you feel yourself physically shudder. Paige’s eyes have always had that effect on you.

“So now you wanna come to my games?” She asks, not angry but not quite impressed either.

“Don’t get too excited.” You try to smile, taking out the headphones. “I found these in my room the other day…thought I should give them back.”

She takes them and inspects them for a second. You wonder if she remembers how they ended up on the floor of your bedroom in the first place.

“You seriously came to my game to give me headphones? That’s all you have to say?” She licks her lips, shaking her head. “I forgot how much of a pussy you can be.”

“Are you serious?” You ask her, unprepared for the reaction she gave you. “Pussy? I’m a pussy? You’re the one who ended things to ‘focus’ on the sport you’ve been focused on for like, I dunno, your whole life? You could’ve at least tried to make a decent excuse.”

“Yeah, well you can’t be offended that I dipped.” She shrugs. “Not like you were ever in much hurry to see me, right?”

You don’t respond to that in time, because she immediately retaliates.

“Why so quiet now, hm? Were you hoping I would just keep hitting you up? I have better things to do, and oh, God knows you do. Why don’t you just go home and study for some final, or do whatever it is you’d do with your time before you met me.”

Paige’s composure is calm. She seems to be trying to keep a chill ‘I don’t care’ energy, but the way she’s biting at you with such hostility is just proof to you that she cares.

“You’re such a dick, Paige.” You sigh, rubbing your face. “I don’t want to go home. I want to be with you.”

Paige is quiet.

“We don’t have to date, I- it’s not even that. I just couldn’t take it, being around you. That day when we first met I went to bed just thinking about how much I wanted to know you, and I knew I couldn’t think like that because you don’t commit to anyone, and..I-”

“Take this.” Paige interrupts.

“What?”

She hands your a pair of keys on a lanyard. “I have to go right now.” She gestures to the keys. “Go home.”

She turns to leave in an unnaturally abrupt way, almost awkwardly. You stare down at the keys, the lanyard is blue and white with the writing “Uconn Women’s Division One Basketball”.

When Paige said go home, she meant her dorm. These are her keys.

When you walk inside you’re immediately flooded with memories of the past five months. You’re unsure if you should go to her room or not, but just as you start to think the door opens and Paige lets herself in.

“The team is out for dinner and drinks.” She smiles to herself, taking off the zip-up leaving her in track pants and a white t-shirt. Her arms are toned and veiny. You want to talk, but seeing her in front of you like this again, proudly telling you the place is empty for the two of you, it’s all just making you crave her body.

When she approaches you she stops just centimetres away, looking down at you. Her finger finds your chin, and she nudges your face to look up at her, eyes wide.

“So you want me now? How long till that changes and you ghost me? Will you watch me like a creep at my games again then too?” She asks, tilting her head.

“I always wanted you. I just didn’t want you to think so.” You mumble.

“Well you got what you wanted.” She says, and your heart sinks because you can hear that she’s telling the truth.

She looks down at you and lets out a breath. You’re still wearing the jersey.

“I’ve seen so many people in this jersey.” Paige says, toying with the hem and releasing butterflies in your stomach. “But ion think it ever had the same effect you did. When I saw you that day, all alone, I just knew I needed you. I was so mad when I dropped you off that night cus I was already forgetting what you looked like with my name and number on you while you came.”

You can feel yourself water at that. Reaching towards her to take out her ponytail, leaving the front pieces of hair braided and letting the rest of her hair cascade down her shoulders like it did the night you met her. You toy with a lock of blonde and meet her eyes again. “I can remind you, if you want me to.”

You hear her shallowly inhale as you slowly slide your pants off, maintaining eye contact as you throw them away and stand infront of her in your underwear and her jersey.

Suddenly she picks you up, forcing you to straddle her as she holds you with her hands on your ass. Her mouth is finally on yours as she takes you to her room, not bothering to turn the lights on. You let out a gasp when she tosses you onto her bed and climbs on top of you, hurriedly taking off her shirt.

When your lips meet it’s different from any other kiss you’ve shared with her. There’s something more, you never understood what girls in movies meant by a spark when you kiss, but you got it now. The feeling of her lips on yours sends a shock throughout your body, and you know she feels it too.

There’s a change in the way your bodies move against each other, like you are perfectly in sync. It feels like Paige is inside of your head, the way she knows exactly what to do to get you wetter then you already are.

She grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand while the other starts to massage your clit through your underwear. You can’t help but let out a moan at the combination of pressure on your clit plus Paige’s kisses trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

She eyes you when her mouth moves down to your heat, letting her hand find your breast under the jersey. She gives soft kitten licks that make you gasp, the way her tongue flicks at your clit and coats your underwear with her saliva is already orgasm inducing enough, so you can’t help but moan out loud when she forces your underwear down and fully starts to eat you out.

As she laps at you with almost no mercy you can feel yourself reaching your peak. Paige seems to notice too, because she abruptly pulls away and gets up from the bed.

“Paige?” You mumble, shocked at the fact that you might cry. Your body is confused from the denial of its well anticipated orgasm and Paige herself has always made sure you finished.

You watch as she opens her closet and reaches for a specific shoebox out of the many she keeps stored there. When she opens the box there aren’t any shoes, there is however a strap on.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, and when you meet her eyes you both let out a laugh.

“Ion usually use this because it can feel so...” She says, picking it up. “I dunno…intimate? Having to be so close to you like that. I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

You suck in a breath, digesting what she’s saying. Does this mean she’s accepting her intimacy with you now? By offering you her 6-inch lilac dildo?

“Let’s do it.” You say.

She relishes in the fact that you’re watching in awe as she attaches the strap to herself, and the thought of pounding into you is driving her crazy.

You’re pinned against the bed again, but this time you can feel the strap against your legs, and it send shivers down your spine. Paige kisses you so passionately, and you mewl when the tip of her teases your entrance. You can feel her smirk against your lips, dragging this out as long as she can. “Please,” you whine. “please, P. Put it in.”

When she eases herself in, you can swear there are stars on the ceiling of her bedroom. Paige takes your legs and puts them over her shoulders, slowly stretching you out and gliding her strap in and out of you. Her face is nuzzled into your neck, and you can hear her whispering about how good you’re taking her.

When you’re more adjusted to the length her speed increases, and the bed starts to squeak. You can’t help but cling to the purple blanket, or her back, just about anything you can reach.

“Paige, oh my god, P. Don’t stop.” You cry. You had never begged for her before, not like this, but there’s no worry of being embarrassed anymore. You decide she can have you at your neediest state and you trust that she’ll take you.

As she pounds into you, you feel her hand entwine with yours, holding you in position but also providing a sort of comfort. Your heart warms at the feeling of her calloused fingers against your own. It’s the first time you’ve ever held hands with her.

Paige’s breath is rugged in your ear and her hand is squeezing yours for dear life. “You look so good like this, baby.” She mutters. “Do you even know how much I want you? I can’t shake the feeling that you don’t want me.”

“Paige.” You whine. “No, Paige I want you.”

“How bad?”

“Oh” you whimper into her ear. “So bad Paigey. So, so bad. I always wanted you. I was scared.” You groan out.

“Shit.” She responds, voice wavering. The room is filled with the lewd noises of you and her together. “I want to be with you. Mmh, I couldn’t look at anyone after that night with you.” She murmurs into your ear.

Finally you cum, and you feel it through every inch of your being. Pleasure truly from head to toes, you’re in heaven. You realize you might just want to give Paige everything you have, really. Mind body and soul. The thought causes anxiety in your stomach.

Paige slumps down behind you and immediately wraps her arms around you. “I think I like the jersey so much because it makes me feel like you’re mine.” She utters. You’re lost in your own insecure thoughts, and just reply with a bland “mhm.”

At this, Paige physically turns you around so that you’re laying face to face with her. She looks beautiful, hair wild aside from her braids, cheeks flushed, eyes still bright and surprisingly alert. She licks her lips indecisively, something she often does when she’s thinking hard.

“You know, I meant what I said.”

“What?”

“When I, uh.” She trails off, suddenly unable to hold eye contact with you. “When I said I wanted to be with you. I meant it.”

“Paige.” You cover your face. “Don’t mess with me, please.” You say, hating the way your throat feels tight. The vulnerability you felt before has turned sour. Now you’re just scared that here, laying in her bed with no underwear and a tired mind, that you’ll get too excited and this’ll all be something you’ll regret.

“It’s not funny.” You say. “When I say I want you it’s not because of sex, or the way you look or anything like that. I actually want everything you have to give. And I’m willing to give you everything too.” You say.

“Fuck, I know, I know.” She says quietly. “I didn’t want to think about it at the start but, that day when I told you it would be the last time we’d meet, I knew i’d just fucked myself over.” Paige laughs almost bitterly. “I was lowkey praying I’d run into you, so I could just see your face n’ shit.”

When you just stare at her she laughs. “I’m being serious, okay? I am. I want you for real. You’ve had me since that stupid party, I jus didn’t know it.”

“Okay..okay.” You say, stifling a laugh yourself.

“I want your body.” She rubs your thigh. “I want your mind.” She takes your face in her hands, forcing you to look at her again. Her eyes are like ice, piercing through you.

“I want to know all of that complicated shit you think.” She leans in to kiss you. Not a sexual kiss, a real kiss. When it breaks she says “I want you at my games. I want you cheering me on. I want to be there when you’re out in the world making money and being a badass.”

You roll your eyes at this. “Just kiss me, Bueckers. Don’t get all corny now.”

Paige just smiles, her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

Her kisses spark fireworks in your stomach. You relish in the fact that this won’t be the last time.

There won’t be a last time ever again.

#fanfic #fanfiction #paige bueckers #paige bueckers smut #smut #uconn wbb

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written-and-readen · 3 months ago

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Not So Secret Relationship

Dan Heng x reader

Summary: March finally finds out you and Dan Heng are dating.

It had started out as merely wanting to keep your relationship private. March asked many questions, and you both weren’t ready for the barrage that would follow once you announced you were dating. You figured it would be better for her too. March wouldn’t appreciate being a third wheel, right?

Everyone else knew for sure. Himeko and Welt shared knowing looks and small smiles at noticing the way you two sat shoulder to shoulder in the parlor car, leaning slightly into each other. You hadn’t known the Trailblazer was such a night owl until they’d caught you sneaking into the archives deep into the night. Even Pom-Pom was aware, rolling their eyes at the way Dan Heng’s gaze melted whenever he looked at you. Maybe they got a kick out of March’s obliviousness too. They certainly hadn’t dropped any hints.

Eventually it became a little game to see how long you and Dan Heng could keep your brief touches and fleeting kisses out of her notice. Dan Heng wasn’t really one for public displays of affection, so it was pretty easy for him. On the other hand, you liked to play it a little risky. That would be your downfall.

“And then it possessed the food stall owner right when I was about to get my tuskpir wrap!” You’re hanging out with March and Dan Heng in the parlor car as she rambles on about the recent heliobi encounter she and the Trailblazer had on the Luofu, standing up and gesturing wildly. You feel something gently nudge your hand lying on the cushion of the sofa. A glance tells you it’s your boyfriend, and your hand slips into his.

“And then, he attacked us!” Dan Heng gives you a small smile as March is set on reenacting the battle right in front of you. In response, you lift your interlaced hands, placing a quick kiss on the back of his. The soft blush that crosses his face makes your heart skip a beat.

You catch his eyes dart over to March who is still mimicking shooting her bow towards the Express windows yet yours remain trained on his pretty face. He raises an eyebrow when he catches you watching him so intently. You don’t give him a second to think about what you’re up to before you lean closer, lips brushing against his in a ghost of a kiss.

As you pull away, you feel him lean towards you, chasing you. You smirk when you also see the slightly unfocused look in his eyes after you rattle him. A hand firmly lands on your waist, almost as if to say “You’re not getting away that easily” as it keeps you in place. And then, Dan Heng is kissing you—a real kiss. Your heart leaps at his sudden boldness and you can feel the heat on his cheeks as your thumb brushes over them and—

“What the heck?!” Both of you immediately turn to see a flabbergasted March. “This is a prank, right? I'm not sure what kind, but you guys know I don't like being pranked!”

“I guess it’s about time we told you, March,” Dan Heng said, “We’re dating. We have been for some time.”

“How could you not tell me?” The girl pouts, “I would have been supportive I promise!”

“We just wanted to keep it low key,” You reply.

“Says the couple who was sucking face in the parlor car,” March retorts, “Just wait until the others hear about this! Himeko! Mr. Yang!” You watch her run off excitedly to report her new discovery.

“So much for keeping it low key,” Dan Heng sighs at her actions.

“She had to find out eventually.” You take his hand in yours again. “Anyways, we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” You smile, pressing into his side. He takes the hint and captures your lips with his, making your grin wider. Secret or not, you would never get tired of this.

#written by ray #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng

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ugotcooneycrossed · 1 year ago

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have i told you lately, im grateful youre mine • alessia russo

w/c: ~900

alessia doesn't like anyone as much as she likes you- or, how mean girl less is really just a big softie

a/n: i dont really love this but its done so

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the skies are overcast- the cold wind hitting your cheeks and nose- no matter how hard you try to cover them in your scarf.

it’s raining- small droplets fall down and splatter on the ground, and on your clothes- well alessia’s clothes, but really it’s basically yours anyway.

it feels just like home really.

you had no reason to make the move to america- unfortunately gifted with the burden of two left feet, and asthma so bad your breathing could rival that of a pug, a sport scholarship was out of the question. thankfully your skills in books landed you with endless opportunities, that wouldn’t cause you to fall on your face. you could’ve gone to any uni really- but with an academic scholarship calling, and the promise of much better weather, you couldn’t turn it down.

and it was only ironic that you met alessia when you finally got to UNC- stargirl to the extreme and very- very serious footballer. even thinking about her sport made you breathless- or well, thinking about her playing football with the stupidly attractive captains armband made you breathless.

friday night games are your favourite- all your focus can be diverted to watching your girlfriend play.

and like every other week- your voice is sore from how much you’ve been cheering and screaming for the blonde striker.

they’re winning two – nil, those scored by of course alessia.

and no matter how many games you go to, no matter if they’re here at UNC or somewhere across the world for youth international duties, and no matter how many times she scores. you will always be the loudest one cheering.

you manage to make eye contact with her, beaming at her and sending her a thumbs up-and she smirks back at you, blowing you a kiss. your cold cheeks start to warm and you sit back down when the people around you start to tease you.

everyone and their mothers know who alessia russo’s girlfriend is- she’s quite known for her possessive streak around campus.

there was the time where she poured her drink on someone when they didn’t get the hint, also the time she came to you at half-time at her game to steal your jacket so everyone could see the number on the back of your shirt- then nursing you back to health when you inevitably got sick, and also the time she blew off training and had to run laps- all because she wanted to cuddle.

so, no- she’s not subtle at all.

not that you’d complain of course- her jealousy is very attractive.

by the time the stands clear out- it’s just you left, waiting for your girlfriend to finish her post match routine.

“hey (y/n)!”

you beam at the voice- running down the steps to jump into lotte’s arms for a hug.

“hi! you were so great out there!”

“how do you know- I’m sure lessi was all you could focus on.”

“that’s not true carlotte. i love all you girls equally.”

“hmm well i wasn’t even playing, so i think you’re lying.”

lotte wiggles her eyebrows at you, and your mouth drops I shock- before you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment.

“sorry lotts.”

“just kidding! i really was playing- but you still didn’t notice so ha!”

“go bother someone else’s girlfriend lotte- or, go get your own!”

alessia swings her arm around your shoulder and your hand comes up to hold hers- fingers entwining. alessia presses a kiss to the side of you face and stares at lotte.

“calm down less- i’m just messing around.”

you elbow your girlfriend.

“yeah, yeah. bye now lotte i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you both watch the older girl walk away- and alessia sets off, arm still around your shoulders, bringing you close to her side. you start to stumble over your feet at the awkward angle she’s created.

“less let me go- i can’t walk properly.”

“no.”

in the few years alessia’s been here, she’s garnered quite the reputation- a harsh captain with a mean streak, always quick with insults, and never afraid to get into a physical fight.

she’s competitive, and judgemental- and well a mean girl.

but you know better.

you know that she’s a sucker for romantic films- no matter how many times she tells you its stupid, she’ll always end up crying first.

you know that she lets you win- at any game really, ‘miss sore loser’ seems to always forget how to play whenever its against you.

you know that her jealousy is just because she loves you- and despite time, and time again reassuring her that she doesn’t need to be jealous, that you have and always will love just her- she continues to bite the head off just about anyone who so much as looks at you.

you can especially see it in the way she grips your hand tighter, the way her eyes glare at anyone daring to get too close, but mostly- you can tell in the way she refuses to let you go, from whatever party youre at, all the way back to your dorms.

shes a softie really- hanging off you as if you were her lifeline- puckering her lips and begging for kisses.

no one knows her the way you do.

the way you could do absolutely nothing with her and itd still be perfect.

#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 5

A smile from you is all he needs to feel recharged.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst , emotional kook, suggestive messages, poor Maria pt.1 [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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This is not going to plan at all.

Not only is he behind schedule wise, he's also not thought about the possibility of what this all might look like to you at all. Because why would you even think that in the first place? He'd be absolutely stupid to cheat on you, let alone with a 64 year old married woman of all people!

But then again, you don't know that part- and he also can't really properly explain it as he would surely blow his own cover, and he's just too close to the finish line to give up now. He already almost cried at deleting your face ID and fingerprint from his phone, feeling like he deleted the memory of setting those things up too, but he swore himself it's for a good cause down the line. You'll make so many more memories together for sure, and they'll top those more than by just a little. He'll make sure that they will.

[Alright, I'm so excited! Next time let's do it this way right from the start- no need to make it so complicated!] Maria had wrote him in full, and he reads over it with a bit of worry. Does she really understand what he meant by his worries?

[I'm not sure you understand. I'm planning something big, and I'm also behind when it comes to physical intimacy these days, you know?] He writes the woman, who he's asked prior about the rules and such regarding.. well, sex in the home he's renting out for the upcoming special occasion he's planned. He doesn't want to get locked up for not following some Airbnb laws he overlooked after all. That would just be embarrassing. [And we're very intimate people. I'm taking her pleasure and happiness seriously, if you get the hint.] He texts her as he boils some water on the stove for his absolute accurately made ramyeon.

[Oh trust me, I've been young too! No need to be shy, I can only imagine that emotions will run high most likely!] She responds, and Jungkook pursed his lips for a second, before he starts to play with his piercings deep in thought.

[No, Maria, I don't think you get it-] he begins to type. [-it's been almost two full weeks at this point, that's the longest we've ever gone without any sex, we're talking at least three orgasms a day times fourteen, I've got some major catching up to do..] jungkook sends her, before he puts his phone down for a second as to prepare the instant noodles properly.

[It's fine, really. No need to worry!] The woman responds. But jungkook wants to make sure.

[She's a squirter- you know what that is right? Either way it's gonna get messy so I'm just making sure you REALLY know what you're getting into if you say it's alright because the carpet looked really nice and I'm not sure how to get cum stains out of that] he rambles, not noticing you emerge from the bedroom now as you put your bag on one of the kitchen chairs. [I can replace it too if that happens no problem, you know how my girlfriend gets haha. Well you don't but you will know after we're done with the place-] he taps and accidentally sends out as you call his name, causing him to almost drop his phone into the soup pot on the stove, only barely catching it in time before he can practically throw it into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Yeah?" He asks towards you, and you look at him still way too hostile in his opinion.

He knows you can be a bit of a hot head. It's what he loves about you- how fierce you can get and how you'll always stand your ground. But he also knows that you're a bit of an aklebiter with some serious anger issues sometimes- once you see red, you don't see anything else anymore. So he's got to be careful not to fuck it up any further, because once he loses you, he loses for good.

Because you're stubborn if you've made up your mind.

"The water's boiling over." You mumble, avoiding his gaze as you sit at the kitchen table, arms crossed in defense. He jumps at your words and turns off the stove at that, somewhat awkwardly playing up some food into bowl for the both of you, watching you eat silently across from him with an almost needy gaze.

You're gonna probably try and kick his balls if he asks you to sit on his lap right now, so he swallows down the request to keep them intact.

He's gonna seriously crunch some hours while you're sleeping over at a friend's house so he can still make the deadline, able to pass up on sleep with you not actually home to scold him for it. He hates the fact that the app on his phone constantly reminds him of the lack of intimacy between you two- taunting him with notifications about his streak being broken, his record being topped, his spot up top on the scoreboard being taken. He hates it. He created this app, he should be the one who's best at it too!

God he can't wait to get his hands on you again. He feels like his dick is going to fall off in the next few days.

And it's not just that, either. He doesn't sleep well when you're not with him, he misses all the interactions you usually have during the day, the love, the intimacy of just being close, he misses it so bad. And he kind of doesn't want you to leave right now- he'd love to just call it quits and just cave in, but he's come too far now, and you're also a strong independent woman. You deserve to choose where you want to go or stay, he's got no say in that- or at least he shouldn't try to have it.

"I.. You'll text me when you wanna come back home, right?" He asks as he finishes his bowl, and you shrug.

"Whatever." You mumble. "S' not like you want me home for more than the chores anyways." You huff into your food, and he can't help but feel his eyes tear up. No, stupid Jungkook, don't fucking cry right now. You're gonna ruin it all with your dumb tears and weak heart just like always-

"I do want you home.." he mumbles quietly, blinking harder to avoid you spotting anything off- but you notice. Of course you do.

"...I'll text you." You say, and that at least soothes his mind for the moment as his phone falls out of his pocket, screen cracking and making him cringe.

Fuck. That's the what.. 20th time this year?

But it's all worth it, if it means he can at least see the hint of a smile pull at your lips for once.

The sight alone motivation enough to make him work even harder now.

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Smosh summer games: Ships

This is the first part of a Damien Haas x reader series called, you guessed it, Smosh summer games: Ships. This first part is mainly setup and doesn't contain any smut but is still 18+ and the next parts will be very smutty.

Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 - and they were roommates?

Exitment filled the air as you packed the last of your things into your suitcase. Smosh Summer Games is making a comeback and it's shaping up to be one for the books, especially since it's the first one since Anthony's return, and the first one ever for you and many of the other cast members. You felt incredibly lucky to be part of a team where you genuinely enjoyed the company of your colleagues. Not many people could say they looked forward to spending this much time with their coworkers, but for you, it was like a dream come true. If you were honest though, there was one coworker who you were a bit extra excited to see more of.

As you zipped up your bag, you couldn't help but think about him, Damien. Over the past few months, you'd found yourself increasingly attracted to him. He was funny, kind, and always made you feel appreciated even on the days when you weren't feeling good about yourself. The thought of spending time with him, in a more relaxed and domestic setting, made your pulse quicken. Maybe this trip would be the perfect opportunity to see if there was something more between you two. You have a hard time imagining him making the first move, but you can't really see yourself doing it either. Maybe you just need to start dropping some big hints.

You all stood at the office parking lot, the cars were packed, and the cast was ready to hit the road. You hopped into the car with Courtney, Amanda, Angela, Olivia, Chanse, and Tommy. Courtney took charge of the playlist, and soon the car was filled with the nostalgic sounds of the early 2000s.

Courtney pulled out a camera and started vlogging. "Welcome to the 'Gays and Girls' car! We've got Amanda, Angela, Arasha, Olivia, Chanse, Tommy, and y/n. We're on our way to the Smosh Summer Games, and it's going to be epic!"

Amanda turned in her seat, grinning. "So, Court, tell us what we can expect. This is our first time."

Courtney smirked at the camera. "Oh, you're in for a treat. There's always something crazy happening. And, somehow, things always get a bit sexual or spicy," she pushed her hair behind her ear

Arasha raised an eyebrow at the camera. "Sexual? Like how?"

Courtney laughed. "Well like, on the car ride to the first winter games a no-fap rule was introduced. So I can imagine they're already starting to say some wild stuff in the boys' car. It was hilarious watching everyone struggle with it."

Chanse snorted. "Please, those guys have no self-control. I give them two days."

You leaned forward, "but we are going to be sharing rooms right?"

Olivia chimed in, " that's not going to stop those demons, they are nuts."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "right Olivia, they're nuts.."

You laughed along with the others, your mind drifting back to Damien. You wondered if he would struggle with that. The thought made you blush, and you quickly looked out the window to hide your face.

The vlog cut to the boys' car. Shayne took control of the camera, turning it to face himself, Damien, Spencer, Keith, Noah, and Trevor.

"Welcome to the 'Boner Mobile'!" Shayne announced with a laugh. "We are definitely the cooler car. Right, guys?"

"Absolutely," Damien agreed, leaning in to the shot. "We're on our way to the Smosh Summer Games, and we're going to crush it."

Keith laughed. "Yeah, especially with Anthony back. This is going to be wild."

Spencer, who was driving, glanced at the camera. "You guys better be ready. This year's gonna be intense."

" Why are you so sure about that?" Trevor questioned

Spencer gave a sly smile, " Oh, you will soon see".

Shayne smirked at the camera. "Do you think anyone's gonna stick to the no-fap rule this time?"

The car burst into laughter.

Noah looked at the camera, " It did not work out that well the first time."

Damien chuckled. "Oh man, I can't believe you guys actually did that."

Keith nodded. "Yeah, it was total chaos."

Trevor chimed in, "I'm just excited to see who cracks first."

Damien let out a big sigh, " I'm scared to find out which one of you I'm rooming with."

Spencer laughed, " ooh, I think you're going to be on board"

Shayne leaned back, grinning at the camera. "So anyway, Do you guys remember the wet t-shirt contest we had one year?"

Spencer's eyes lit up. "Oh man, really? That sounds awesome!"

Shayne laughed. "Yeah, except it was the guys who got wet, and the girls were the ones spraying us."

Spencer looked directly in to the camera lens, "you know, I wouldn't mind getting sprayed by a woman."

The car erupted in laughter again, the mood light and full of camaraderie as they continued their journey.

When you finally arrived, you felt a rush of excitement. The air was filled with the scent of the ocean and a cool breeze hit you as you jumped out of the car. You caught sight of Damien getting out of the boys' car, your eyes met briefly, and he flashed you a grin that made your heart skip a beat.

Damien wiped some sweat from his brow, his arm flexing slightly as he did. His silver hair was a bit disheveled, and you found him incredibly sexy in that moment. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up. As you grabbed your bag, you couldn't help but steal another glance at him. This time, you noticed the way his shirt clung to his back, highlighting his muscles. You bit your lip, trying to focus on anything else.

As the group gathered on the dock, the anticipation was palpable. You could feel the excitement bubbling over. Everyone was eager to find out what surprises lay ahead.

Spencer stepped forward, a big grin on his face and a whistle hanging around his neck, He looked at the camera, "Welcome, everyone, to the return of the Smosh Summer Games!" he announced, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "And this year, we have a special surprise for you."

With that, Spencer blew the whistle, and from behind a curtain, Anthony and Ian emerged in their costumes. Anthony was dressed as a sailor, complete with a white and blue sailor hat and a striped shirt, while Ian sported a full pirate getup, complete with an eye patch and a plastic parrot on his shoulder.

The cast burst into laughter and applause.

Ian stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. "That's rrrr-right! This year's theme is 'Ships!' And we're taking it literally."

Anthony nodded. "We'll be living on this massive boat for the duration of the games."

You could feel the excitement and surprise ripple through the group. Chanse raised an eyebrow. "Wait, did you say we're staying on a boat?"

"That's right," Spencer confirmed. "And I'll be your judge this year, making sure everything runs smoothly and fairly."

Courtney couldn't contain her laughter. "This is going to be amazing. I can't believe we're actually doing this."

Tommy added, "I've never even been on a boat this big before. This is going to be wild."

"Let's get started with the team names," Anthony said, stepping forward. "I'll be leading 'The seamen.'"

Ian, with a mischievous glint in his eye, announced, "And I'll be leading 'The leg peggers.'"

The cast erupted into laughter again. Shayne wiped a tear from his eye. "You guys really went all out with the themes this year."

The group erupted in cheers and surprised exclamations. You glanced at the massive boat docked nearby, this was going to be amazing.

"Now, before we pick our teams, let's explore our home for the next few weeks," Ian suggested

Everyone hurried to the boat, eager to explore. As you climbed aboard, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of it. The boat was equipped with everything you could possibly need: a large deck for sunbathing, a cozy common room with couches and beanbags, and a kitchen stocked with snacks and drinks.

You and Courtney found your room, a cozy cabin with bunk beds. "Looks like we're bunking together," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, this is going to be fun," you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check. The room was small but charming, with nautical-themed decor and a porthole window that offered a view of the ocean.

Noah poked his head into your room. "Check out this place! It's like we're on an actual pirate ship."

Keith laughed from down the hall. "I call top bunk in our room!"

Courtney quickly called out. "I call top bunk!", tossing her bag onto the bed.

"Fine by me," you said, setting your bag on the bottom bunk. The room was small but cozy, with just enough space for your things.

After unpacking a few essentials, you and Courtney joined the others to explore the rest of the boat. You passed by Amanda and Angela's' room, where they were already bantering about who got the better bed.

Shayne and Damien were in the kitchen, rummaging through the snack supplies. "This is going to be awesome," Shayne said, holding up a bag of chips.

Damien nodded, "Definitely. This boat is incredible."

Everyone explored the boat some more, checking out the various rooms and common areas. The ship had a large dining hall, a deck with lounge chairs, and even a hot tub.

After a while, Ian and Anthony gathered everyone on the deck. The view of the ocean was breathtaking, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. The cameras were rolling.

Ian clapped his hands, "Alright, now that you've seen the boat, it's time to reveal the twist for this year. In addition to the usual team based games, we'll be competing in pairs for many of the challenges. These pairs have been voted on by the fans, and it's pretty obvious they went with their favorite ships."

Amanda gasped, " Oh my good, so that's why the theme is ships?"

Ian smiled, "exactly, people being shipped on a ship", he winked at the camera

The excitement in the air was palpable as everyone waited to hear who they would be paired with. You couldn't help but glance at Damien, wondering if you would be paired with him. It would make sense, every time you were in a video together someone would comment about the way you were looking at each other. There were countless compilation videos of you too, but then again, there were for many of the other cast as well. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but you knew that no matter what, this was going to be an unforgettable summer.

Anthony continued, "After our judge announces the ships, Ian and I will pick our teams from those pairs. So take it away Spencer!"

You just noticed Spencer wasn't there. A door swung open and he emerged, dressed in a formal robe, a white wig that could have belonged to a founding father, already sweating.

"Why are you dressed like that man? It's so fucking hot out here" Angela exclaimed upon seeing him.

Spencer proudly declared, "I am the judge" he raised his eye brow "Also did somebody just say I looked hot?"

Chanse squinted his eyes at him, "no".

Trevor put him arm on Spencers shoulder, "I don't think you're supposed to be this kind of judge"

Spencer looked back at him, "Objection."

You tilted your head at him, " I don't think that's.."

Spencer waved his arm around, "overruled."

"Alright everyone, it's time for one of the most anticipated moments: the announcement of the pairs for this year's Smosh Summer Games!" Spencer declared, a grin spreading across his face. "This year, we've taken your favorite ships and made them a reality. Let's see who we got"

You felt a buzz of excitement and curiosity ripple through the group as Spencer began reading the pairs from his list.

"First up," Spencer said, "Courtney and Shayne!"

Courtney let out a cheer and high-fived Shayne. "We're going to crush this!"

Shayne chuckled, putting his arm around her. "Dream team, baby!"

Angelas eyes widened, "that IS so shocking "

"Next, Keith and Noah!"

Keith and Noah grinned at each other, clearly pleased with the pairing. "The dynamic duo is back!" Noah announced, and Keith gave him a playful nudge.

"Amanda and Angela!"

Amanda and Angela exchanged a hug, laughing. "Let's do this girl!" Amanda said, and Angela nodded enthusiastically.

"Tommy and Chanse!"

Tommy and Chanse glanced at each other, smiling. "This is going to be so gay!" Tommy exclaimed.

"And hot" Chanse chimed in.

"And last but not least, Damien and y/n!"

Your heart skipped a beat as Spencer called out your name alongside Damien's. You turned to see Damien smiling at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Looks like you drew the short stick," he said, stepping closer.

You smiled back, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Oh yeah, I was rooting for Shaymien."

He leaned in and whispered in a playfully tone, "I wasn't."

As the ships were announced, the cast mates all seemed pretty pleased with their pairings. Olivia didn't get a partner since it was an uneven number so instead she was going to be like a cheerleader for the games, which she seemed pleased with

"Perfect pairs!" Keith shouted, giving a thumbs-up.

"Can't wait to see how this plays out," Noah added with a grin.

The group gathered around as Ian and Anthony stepped forward in their costumes, ready to pick their teams. Spencer held up his whistle and blew it once more to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone, it's time for our fearless leaders to pick their teams!" Spencer announced. "Ian and Anthony will take turns choosing pairs. Ian, you get first pick."

Ian looked at the assembled pairs, stroking his fake pirate beard for dramatic effect. "For the first pick of the 2024 Smosh Summer Games, Team 'The Leg Peggers' selects... Shayne and Courtney!"

Courtney laughed and nudged Shayne before catching the shirt Ian had thrown to her. "Called it."

Shayne smirked. "Of course I'd be in the peg team. It's destiny."

The group burst into laughter, and Anthony stepped forward, a mock-serious expression on his face. "And for Team 'The Seamen,' I choose two veterans... Keith and Noah!" He tossed them their shirts.

Keith and Noah high-fived each other. "Let's do this!" Keith shouted.

Noah nodded. "We are gonna KILL you guys!"

Keith scrunched his face, "okay, chill man"

Ian surveyed the remaining pairs and made his next choice. "Alright, Team 'The Leg Peggers' selects... Damien and y/n!"

Damien shook Ian's hand, "so happy to be here."

Your heart skipped a beat again as you stepped forward with Damien. You exchanged a glance, both of you smiling and you took each other's hands and held them up proudly. You looked at the shirt that was just handed to you, A cartoon pirate putting his wooden leg into the ass of another pirate, fitting.

Anthony followed up quickly, holding up the shirt for 'the Seamen'. It was a cartoon Sperm with a sailor hat and ascot on, also fitting."'The Seamen' picks, our queens... Amanda and Angela!"

Amanda and Angela cheered and hugged each other. "Yes! I knew I would get semen" Angela exclaimed.

"Angela" Chanse quickly said in response to Angelas comment.

Ian grinned and looked at the final pairs. "And last but not least for 'The Leg Peggers'... Tommy and Chanse!"

Tommy and Chanse stepped forward. "Let's go!" Chanse said.

Anthony finished up with the remaining pair. "And that means Arasha and Trevor are on 'The Seamen'!"

Arasha and Trevor exchanged a fist bump. "I always am" Trevor announced.

With the teams chosen, Spencer blew his whistle again. "Alright, everyone, the teams are set! Get ready for the first challenge of the Smosh Summer Games!"

The crew came in to set up the first game, as the teams gathered on the deck of the boat, the excitement palpable in the air. Ian and Anthony stood at the front, each holding a water balloon. Spencer, still dressed in his formal robe, completely out of sync with the ship theme, stepped up and blew his whistle to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone! Welcome to the return of the Smosh Summer Games!" Spencer announced with a flourish. "And for our first game, we're bringing back a classic with a twist: the Water Balloon Toss Challenge!"

The cast erupted in cheers and laughter, the atmosphere buzzing with energy.

Spencer continued, adjusting his wig, "Here's how it works. You and your partner will stand opposite each other and toss the water balloon back and forth. But there's a twist this year! The contestants are coated in a special lube that you might also remember from a previous summer game, making it slippery and challenging to catch and hold onto those balloons. After each successful catch, you take a step back. If your balloon falls to the ground or breaks, you're out! The last pair standing wins points for their team."

Everyone nodded, as two big barrels of lube got carried in. You dipped your hands in one of them watching the lube drip in between your fingers. You dragged your hands over your arms coating them in lube.

Damien came up behind you, his breath warm against your ear. " Do you really think we need to be that thorough?"

You looked over your shoulder, "oh yeah, you can't just go in dry"

He reached into the bucket from behind you, lube running from his hands to your sides as he pulled his arms back.

"Hey" you turned around " bopping him on the nose with your lubricated finger, " you spilled".

He grabbed your wrists, " can't let you go in dry, y/n" he smiled at you. You felt yourself go a little weak in the knees.

Ian clapped his hands, gathering his team. "Alright, Leg Peggers! Let's show them how we handle slippery situations!"

You turned around to face them. Everyone was lubed up and already strategizing with their partner. Damien let go of your wrists.

Anthony smirked, turning to his team. "Seamen, let's keep those balloons intact!"

You and Damien took your positions, your heart racing with excitement. Damien flashed you a confident grin. "Ready to show them how it's done?"

You smiled back, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Oh, I was born ready."

Shayne and Courtney, Keith and Noah, Amanda and Angela, and the rest of the pairs lined up, ready to start.

"Order in the court. On your mark... get set... toss!" Spencer shouted, blowing his whistle.

The air was soon filled with shouts and laughter as balloons flew back and forth. The first few rounds were easy, but as the pairs stepped further apart and tried to maintain their grip on the slippery balloons, the challenge intensified. Spencer's commentary added to the fun, making everyone laugh with his witty remarks.

Trevor and Arasha were the first to be eliminated, their balloon bursting in a spectacular splash as Trevor slipped and came crashing down on it.

Spencer grinned, "Well, there goes Trevor and Arasha, making a splash in all the wrong ways! Careful, Trevor, or you might slip your way into the ocean next!"

Arasha gave Spencer a look, "was that a threat?"

You and Damien managed to keep your balloon intact, but the lube made it challenging. Each catch required careful coordination, Damien's large hands deftly maneuvering the slippery surface. You admired the way he handled the balloon, his fingers tracing the surface with surprising gentleness despite the slippery surface.

Ian, who was getting increasingly sweaty in his pirate getup, called out, "Come on, Leg Peggers! Don't you dare peg those balloons!"

Anthony, not missing a beat, shouted, "Seamen, keep it together! We can't afford any premature bursts!"

Shayne and Courtney's balloon slipped through Shayne's fingers, drenching him. Spencer laughed, "Looks like Shayne's all wet! Courtney, maybe you should have aimed a little lower!"

Spencer's comments kept flowing. "Remember, folks, it's not about the size of the balloon, it's about not dropping it!"

You and Damien moved further apart, the tension rising. "You're pretty good at this," you called to him, struggling to keep your grip on the balloon.

Damien chuckled. "You haven't seen anything yet."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Big talk, let's see if you can back it up."

Amanda and Angela's coordination was impressive, and it was clear they were in the zone. When you and Damien stepped back for another toss, the balloon slipped through your fingers, breaking upon impact. Splashing you straight in the face.

Spencer blew the whistle, "And there goes y/n and Damien! So close! Looks like y/n's all wet now too!", you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled in response.

Amanda and Angela were the last pair standing, their balloon still intact. They screamed in excitement and hugged each other tightly, water and lube dripping down their arms.

Spencer approched them, "any finishing statements?"

"Slap the bag" Angela said as she slapped the lube covered balloon with her free hand, making lube spay everywhere.

"Angela" Chance said as he wiped his eyes.

Spencer blew the final whistle. "We have our winners! Amanda and Angela for Team Seamen!"

"Great job, Amanda and Angela!" Anthony cheered, clapping for his team.

Damien smiled at you, slightly breathless. "Not bad for our first game."

"Right? the fans did good," you replied, feeling the chemistry between you two intensify.

"Definitely," Damien agreed, his eyes twinkling.

Anthony gathered his team, giving encouraging words and high-fives. "Seamen, we took the first win! Let's keep this momentum going!"

Ian, not to be outdone, rallied his team. "Leg Peggers, we were close! Let's come back and really peg those legs the next game!"

Anthony gave on last look to the camera as he delivered the final line, " That's 'seamen' one, 'Leg peggers' ZERO.

As the excitement from the game began to die down, Spencer, still in his black robe, shouted, "Alright everyone, you're all covered in lube and water. What better way to clean off than to jump into the ocean?"

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic cheers.

"Last one in is a munge!" Shayne yelled, sprinting towards the edge of the deck and leaping into the water with a loud splash.

You laughed, grabbing Damien's hand. "Come on, let's go!"

He grinned, squeezing your hand gently before you both ran and jumped into the cool, refreshing water. The sensation of the ocean washing away the lube was invigorating. You surfaced with a laugh, wiping the water from your eyes.

Damien surfaced beside you, his wet silver hair clinging to his forehead. "That was awesome!"

You splashed him playfully. "I told you we'd have fun!"

Around you, the rest of the cast joined in, jumping off the boat and into the water. Courtney and Shayne were already splashing each other, their playful banter echoing across the waves.

"Take that!" Courtney laughed, splashing Shayne directly in the face.

Shayne retaliated by dunking her briefly under the water. "Gotcha!"

Keith and Noah were trying to wash the stickiness off, but it quickly turned into a water fight.

"Noah, you missed a spot," Keith said, pretending to help but then splashing water all over Noah's face.

Noah laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, it's on now!"

Amanda and Angela were swimming gracefully, occasionally flicking water at each other but mostly just enjoying the coolness of the ocean.

"This feels amazing after being all sticky," Chanse said, floating on her back. Tommy nodded, agreeing.

Trevor and Arasha were trying to clean each other's backs, but their efforts kept resulting in more laughter as they slipped and splashed.

"Hold still!" Arasha giggled, trying to scrub Trevor's shoulder.

"I can't when you're tickling me!" Trevor protested, laughing.

Damien turned to you, his eyes sparkling. "Looks like everyone's having a blast."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the sun. "Yeah, this is perfect."

He reached out, gently wiping a strand of wet hair from your face. "You know, I think I got the best partner."

You felt your whole body tingling at the soft touch of his hand. "I think so too." You scrunched your face in realization of what you just said. " I mean I think you..you know"

He smirked at you, he seemed to enjoy watching you squirm. "Yeah, I think I do"

Anthony and Ian, watching from the deck, exchanged a look. Anthony grinned, "Well, we can't let them have all the fun."

Ian nodded, already removing his pirate hat. "Alright, let's do this!"

The two of them ran towards the edge and jumped in with a synchronized splash, joining the rest of the cast in the water.

Spencer stood at the edge, shaking his head. "I can't go in while wearing this!"

Without missing a beat, Olivia grinned mischievously and gave Spencer a gentle push, sending him tumbling into the water with a surprised yelp.

The entire group erupted into laughter as Spencer surfaced, his robe soaked. "Olivia!" he yelled, but even he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation as his wig started to float away.

The rest of the cast continued to mess with each other, Shayne had gotten a hold of Spencers wig and started throwing it around. Spencer flashed a playfull pout before joining in. Later the cast climbed back onto the boat, dripping wet and still laughing from their swim. Towels were handed out, and everyone began drying off, sharing jokes and stories about the day's events.

Keith shook his head, chuckling as he dried off his hair. "I can't believe Olivia just pushed Spencer in. That was legendary!"

Spencer, now towel-drying his wig, laughed along. "I guess I had it coming. Should have known better than to stand so close to the edge in my beautiful ensamble!"

Olivia blurted out, " you look like a wet tablecloth".

Chanse laughed, shaking his head. "I'm definitely investing in a waterproof wardrobe next time."

Tommy, grinning, looked at Chanse. "Lubeproof too?"

Angela, bouncing with energy, grabbed you and Amanda by your neck. "Did you see the look on Spencer's face? Priceless!"

Amanda, with a flirty smile, replied, "Yeah, but I think he secretly enjoyed it."

You smiled at Amanda, " Yeah, he's such a munge"

Shayne began cackling, Damien soon followed.

Tommy looked at you questioning, " What the hell is a munge?"

You mouthed at him while shaking your head, " I HAVE NO IDEA."

Courtney wrapped a towel around herself. "You know, like, this was so much fun, and also, the water was so refreshing, and I can't wait for tomorrow because I bet it's going to be even crazier!"

Shayne, drying off with a loud laugh, pointed to Trevor. "Trevor, I swear, you slipping on that deck was the funniest thing I've seen all day."

Trevor flashed a mischievous grin, and shot back, "Hey, at least I didn't belly flop like you did!"

Arasha added, "I can't believe you didn't break the boat, Shayne. Daddy Ian would've been so mad." She gestured to Ian.

Ian chuckled, playing along. "Well, you all survived, so I guess I won't have to ground anyone."

Damien, carefully toweling off, smiled at you. "So, any plans for taking down the competition tomorrow?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Honestly? I was just trying to keep up with you out there."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Well, you did more than just keep up. We might just be the dark horses in this competition."

Olivia, suddenly chiming in, said with her usual randomness, "Do you think mermaids exist? Like, what if one just showed up right now?"

The group burst into laughter, Noah patted Olivia on the head. "Only you, Olivia, only you."

The group went to their cabins to change before gathering for a casual dinner on the deck. The sunset created a beautiful backdrop as they enjoyed their meal together.

Courtney, seated between Shayne and Olivia, animatedly recounted a previous Smosh Summer Games challenge. "And then, we had to walk on like a million mouse traps. It was so bad, but hilarious!"

Amanda laughed, shaking her head. "I can't wait to see what other crazy games they have planned for us."

Anthony stood up. "Alright, everyone, just a heads-up about tomorrow. We've got some awesome games lined up, and trust me, you won't want to miss them."

Ian nodded, adding, "Also some other shows from back in the day might make a return!" The teams cheered in response.

After dinner, the cast slowly dispersed, making their way back to their rooms. You walked alongside Courtney, feeling the cool night breeze against your skin. Angela and Amanda were chatting animatedly about the day's events, while Shayne and Damien were laughing loudly, recounting the funniest moments.

Courtney nudged you with her elbow, a playful smile on her face. "You know, I think today went pretty well. I'm already looking forward to tomorrow."

You smiled back, nodding. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun."

As you walked through the narrow corridors of the boat, you overheard Olivia talking to Ian, her voice full of wonder. "Ian, do you think if a dolphin and a shark had a baby, it would be able to talk?"

Ian chuckled, shaking his head. "You never know, Olivia."

Olivia noded back at him, "I think so too"

Finally, you and Courtney reached your shared room. The cozy space only had the bunk beds, a small desk, and a porthole that offered a view of the now dark ocean.

Courtney sat on the lower bunk, smiled and then hesitated for a moment. "Sooo, I was thinking it would be nice to actually sleep in the same room as Shayne while we're here. I thought I would be fine with it, but I don't like sleeping without him. Do you think you'd be okay if we like swapped rooms? and you shared with Damien instead? I'll still be here when the cameras are on since we haven't gone public with our relationship yet."

The request didn't really take you by surprise, but you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement at the thought of spending more time with Damien, just the two of you. You smiled, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I don't mind. That sounds fine."

Courtney's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thanks, y/n! You're the best." She quickly gathered her things and gave you a quick hug before heading out the door. "I'll let Damien know."

You sat on the bunk for a moment, your heart racing. The idea of sharing a room with Damien made you both nervous and excited. What should you wear? It should be something a little bit cute but it couldn't look like you were trying to hard, it was also still very warm. After spending some time deliberating, you choose a big t-shirt.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to find Damien standing there, looking a bit sheepish.

"Hey, y/n. Courtney said it was cool if I crashed here?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours with a warm, hopeful expression.

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. "Yeah, no problem at all. Come on in."

Damien entered, carrying his bag. He set it down by the door and looked around the room before his eyes settled back on you. His eyes did a quick scan over your body before he seemed like he tried to blink to get the control of them back. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then smiled shyly. "I hope this isn't too weird for you. If you're uncomfortable at all, just let me know."

You shook your head, smiling. "It's fine, really. Besides, I think you'll do your best to not make me to uncomfortable."

Damien smiled back, his eyes softening. "Yeah, I think so too."

"I ," you said, sitting down on your bed and leaning back against your pillow. " I have faith you'll be a good roommate."

Damien grinned. "I think you'll at least be a better roommate than Shayne. You know, he demands to be tucked in every night and insists on having his forehead stroked while I sing him a lullaby"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Oh my god, that sounds absolutly horrible! Also, did you know that Courtney burps the alphabet in her sleep. It's impressive but not exactly relaxing."

Damien laughed loudly. "Wow, that sounds challenging, you are such a trooper. What's wrong with those two?"

"Right?" You removed your socks and threw them in you open suitcase. " And we are such good people. Like, we should be treated better"

He nodded along" Oh yeah, absolutely, I bet you're the kind of roommate who gives nighttime foot rubs."

You grinned. "Of course, and I bet you're the type who makes midnight snacks for everyone."

"Obviously, and I bet we both iron our roommates t-shirts every morning" Damien said, still smiling as he opened up his bag.

Just as you were about to respond, Damien pulled off his shirt, revealing his naked chest. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, admiring the way the light played off his muscles. His pale skin contrasting with his dark tattoos. Your thoughts drifted, imagining the feel of his soft skin under your fingers.

Damien noticed your gaze and looked at you with a curious expression. "Hey, you okay?"

You snapped out of it, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought."

Damien smiled softly. "No worries. Just making sure you're comfortable."

You smiled back, still feeling a bit flustered. "Very".

You both settled into your beds, the room quieting down as the initial excitement of the day faded. You stared up at the bottom of Damien's bunk, feeling the urge to keep the conversation going.

"So, what's your guilty pleasure?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Damien laughed. “Oh wow, hmm... Probably birds.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “What? like girls?"

He burst out laughing, " Oh Jesus, No. Like bird, birds. Do you really think I would call women birds?

You giggled, "Okay thank God" you paused for a moment" I think mine’s just Phil Collins. Specifically because of the Tarzan soundtrack.”

Damien's eyes widened in amusement. "Phil Collins, huh? That's pretty awesome. That soundtrack does go hard, like way harder than it should."

You nodded enthusiastically. "Right? I used to watch Tarzan with my dad all the time. That movie and Shrek. Shrek was like one of the few movies we would watch together. Because, it needed to be like a movie that he would still enjoy, or I would just feel bad but it also had to be one without any awkward sex scenes."

Damien chuckled. "oh yeah, I hated when that happened. I usually tried to make some awkward joke to break the tension."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? What kind of joke would you make during a sex scene to make it less awkward?"

Damien laughed, thinking for a moment. "Okay, so imagine the scene is getting super steamy, and I just lean over and say, 'Well, this escalated quickly. Do you think they practiced this beforehand?'"

You burst out laughing. "Oh my god, that would definitely break the tension."

His head popped out from above "You don't think so?"

You shook your head at his, still laughing. " With my dad?"

Damien grinned. "Hey, okay maybe not. What would you say?"

You thought for a moment, then smirked. "I'd probably go with something like, 'I wonder if they have a safe word.'"

Damien laughed loudly. "Nice one! You know, you are much more of a freak than you seem at first glance."

You smirked to yourself, "Oh really, so what was your first impression of me?"

Damien thought for a moment, then smiled. "I remember you making me laugh straight away, and you seemed very confident. And I remember exactly what you were wearing—a yellow sundress with daisies on it."

You blinked in surprise. "You remember what I was wearing? I can't believe you remember that much detail."

Damien chuckled softly. "How could I forget? You looked amazing and made such a strong impression."

You blushed slightly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "That's actually really sweet." You felt yourself blush again, happy that he couldn't see your face right now. "That's so many hair colors ago for you"

His voice was soft but filled with sarcasm, "that is how I measure time"

You continued" .. and you were wearing stupid pants"

"Naturally"

"You know, I actually remember thinking you were the confident one. You seemed so sure of yourself and very calm."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Trust me, I didn't feel confident at all. I am also still overthinking that first handshake. Like was it wet? Did I make you wet"

You playfully kicked his mattress from below, giggling. "Yes Damien, you make all the ladies wet with your handshakes"

Damien grinned, once again poking his head back out from the top bunk. "Yeah, you know, that's exactly what I meant" He smiled down at you, " I'm glad we're roommates. This feels like one of those sleepovers you used to go to as a kid. Where you just talk about like, anything, for hours."

You laughed, nodding. "Yeah, it does. Like any minute now, my mom's going to burst in and tell us to shut the fuck up."

Damien laughed, the sound comforting and familiar. "It's nice though. I like talking to you."

You smiled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "I like talking to you too, Damien."

#damien haas x reader #smosh #damien haas x you #smosh squad #smosh fanfiction #smosh summer games

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storiesfromafan · 3 months ago

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Request #2 - Benny Cross

A/N: another request, as per this challenge of mine 😊

@strayrockette, this one is for you! I know I have kept you in the loop on this via messages. And I know you are excited for this!! I can not wait to hear what you think of it 😂

I feel this is a little comicial, some dominance and a trope or two 😅😅

Also, forgive any grammer or spelling mistakes haha.

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Character: Benny Cross - The Bikeriders

Place: in the rain

Reason: confessing feelings

Summary: all Benny want's is his Duchess. I don't know why I nicknamed the reader Duchess 😅😅

Benny didn’t get it. He didn’t understand how you didn’t get the hints he, along with other Vandals, were dropping. It was like you were oblivious. Or you were purposely ignoring him and his feelings. Watching you sitting with a few other Vandal women, drinking a pop and laughing at something Kathy had just said. Benny was fixated on you.

“Come on man, just go up to her and tell her. Would ya!” Cal commented shaking his head, seeing his friend watching you with puppy dog eyes.

For being one of the good looking Vandals, Benny seemed to have the most difficulty putting himself and his intentions on the table. Usually Johnny and the Vandals would be the ones to help him out. And he had gotten their help, with no prevail. You either ignored them or declined any requests. It was starting to frustrate Benny, almost to the point of insanity. All he wanted was for you to be his, and no one else’s. It’s been like that since he first saw you in the bar a few weeks ago.

Benny grunted in disapproval. “I can’t” was his simple reply. The only words he could get out, though his head was swimming with them.

Once more Cal shook his head, clapping Benny on the back. “And that will be ya down fall. If ya worried of rejection man, it ain’t so bad. It will sting for a moment but ya get over it, by getting another pretty little thing under ya".

Turning his gaze from you, Benny shot the earing wearing man a dark look. “There ain’t no other pretty little thing but her" he stated, voice low and dangerous.

Cal held up his hands with a look of surprise on his face, “alright man. But ya gotta do somethin’ already".

Turning back to you, Benny knew he had to do something. Something to get your attention and finally make you his girl. But how? That was the problem. The Vandals had swarmed you to get you on his bike, but you were able to casually take off down the street on foot. When you and Kathy came over to the pool table, you showed interest in the game, so Benny offered to teach you and you politely declined. He sat at your table, all smiles and puppy dog eyes. But you barely noticed him or spoke to him.

He knew what the only thing left to do was, but it was something he feared doing. Rejection was one thing he didn’t like, besides from not riding his bike.

You had been enjoying yourself and the women’s company. The Vandal women loved to swap war stories of their men, and you lapped it up. You’d never laughed so much in your life. Kathy had just been telling the story of when she first came in, and how she was terrified of the men in the bar. And you understood, felling the same when you first entered the place. Not to mentioned the way many of them would slap your behind or ask you out. Funny thing was it only happened the first night, the following visit it was like they were on their best behaviour. Kathy told you it was because of Benny, which you didn’t believe.

“Havin' Benny come up to ya, and ya talked to him, all the other animals know not to come sniffin' ‘round" you recall her words the next day when you stopped at her house.

When you recall your first visit, you remember how a body had fallen into the free seat next to you. Kathy had looked to the new comer, before you turned your gaze to them. You were greeted to the sight of the most breathtaking man. Beautiful blue eyes staring right at you, a warm toothy smile on his gorgeous face. Sharp cheek bones, and strong jaw that was covered in stubble. Which matched the dirty blonde mop on his head, in an effortless mess.

“Hey...I’m Benny", his voice was deep and like music to your ears. Sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

You swallowed, trying to focus on Benny and what he had said. “H-hi, I’m...I’m...” you sputtered out, not recalling your own name. Which made Benny chuckle.

You faintly remember hearing Kathy speak, as you were centred on the male next to you. “Her names (Y/N)” Kathy stated with amusement, before laughing when you nodded.

“(Y/N), huh?” – again you nodded, liking how it sounded coming from Benny’s lips – “that’s a pretty name". And from there you were a goner.

At the end of that night, when you realised it was getting late, you headed out of the bar to hopefully make the last bus. Not long after you’d left, Benny came out. You couldn’t help watching how he crossed the road, the way he kind of dragged his boot clad feet. Not to mentioned how he lit a cigarette effortlessly, flicking his hand holding the lighter, shutting it with a click and extinguishing its flame before putting it back in his jacket breast pocket. Then the way he took a drag before his fingers drew it from those sinful lips. And when he exhaled, dear lord.

You were teetering on your feet, thankfully there was a street sign next to you. So you used it to keep yourself propped up. Or else you would have ended up on your face. Reaching his bike, Benny swung a leg over. Taking a moment to stand there with the bike between his legs, before putting up the kickstand and then bringing his foot down to start the bike. You jumped when the bike roared to life. Only then did Benny sit down on the seat, going back to smoking his cigarette. Yet you swear he looked back at you, though you couldn’t be certain.

You admired how he sat upon his bike. Eyes roaming over his jacket clad back, reading over his colours. His waist, thighs and legs, all so appealing. Not long after, the bar doors opened, and out poured various Vandals and their women. They were laughing and shouting. Even starting to cross the street. Your brain kicked back in then, and you began to move along the street. Yet they continued to follow, but you were a little quicker and a head of them. For you kept walking down the street and away from the bar, a little panicked and frazzled.

It didn’t take long for them to stop, just about a meter from Benny and his bike. A few – Corky and Wahoo – continued to called out to you. Only then did you slow down, turning around to look back. Most were heading back to the bar, still laughing and talking with each other. Looking to Benny, that was when you saw him looking at you. Even from your distance you could tell it was an intense look upon his face. His body sat there stiffly, like he was unhappy. Yet you didn’t linger on him for too long, yet tempted to go back and see if he was alright. But you had to get home, and that last bus was your only chance. So you turned around and left.

You recall that moment well, as you rode the bus home you let yourself think of Benny. The gorgeous Vandal, that seemed interest in you. And you let yourself hopelessly daydream about him. Before thinking back to the advice your mother had given you when it came to men. You can’t let them think they have you, you have to play hard to get. Be interested but not too interested. Flirt with them, but don’t make it obvious. You want them eating out of the palm of your hand.

So, you followed that advice. You showed interest in pool, when you and Kathy went over to that side of the bar. Right away Benny had offered to teach you. So you declined, that was being interested but not too interested. When he would sit with you, you would hardly notice him or talk to him. You played it aloof, though you wanted to just melt over him.

“Don’t look now, but Benny’s watchin' ya again" commented Gale with a small smirk. “How long do ya think it will be before he comes over?”

The women laughed, while you softly blushed. You knew she was right. He always watched you for so long before coming over and sitting with you. It was like a ritual with him. Yet he never made a move, well not to your knowledge anyways. Sometimes you think he’s interested, while other times you think otherwise. All you wanted to know for sure is if he wanted you or not.

You went back to drinking your pop while listening to the women go on. First a bit more teasing about Benny, before changing subjects when an argument broke out at the bar between a few other men. Kathy continued to call the Vandals animals, which made the other women laugh. That lead to more stories on different times there had been fights or arguments in the bar. You only half listened while off in la-la land.

Without noticing, both Gale and Betty left the table, just leaving Kathy and you. What brought you back to the present was a new bottle of pop being placed next to your empty one, the person taking the seat next to you. You blinked looking at the bottle, before turning to see a smiling Benny at your side. Then you looked to Kathy, who was trying to hold back a laugh. You turned back to Benny, who then smiled a brighter smile, baby blues shining with your attention on him.

“Take that as my cue to leave" Kathy mused, grabbing her drink and bag, then leaving her seat.

You wanted to protest, tell her to stay but you were held captive by Benny’s piercing gaze. Your tongue was like led, your brain a jumble of words with no way to sort them out to be spoken. So you both sat there, watching the other in silence. The bar lively around you both but neither noticing it.

Finally Benny broke the silence, licking his lips before speaking. “Thought ya’d want another drink".

You cast a glance down at the bottle, which sat with its empty brother. “Ah...t-thanks" you stuttered, before turning back to Benny.

The look that formed on Benny’s face at your thanks, was like a kid in a candy store. He felt happy to get such words from you. The one woman who seems to avoid him and his affections. Placing a hand on the back of your seat, Benny made himself comfortable as he continued to watch you.

Trying to remain calm, you took slow breathes. Over and over telling yourself this was fine, no big deal. Benny was just staring at you with those beautiful blue eyes, that looked a little more stormy blue when up close and in this light. As well as that smile on those tempting lips. Not to mention, wondering what the stubble on his face would feel like rubbing against your own skin.

“You alright Duchess?” Benny asked with that low drawl of his, face leaning closer to yours.

Again you took a calming breath. “Y-yes...” you managed to get out, though it was a tad squeaky.

Benny chuckled lowly, enjoying the reaction he got. It pushed him to want to do more. He wanted to hear all the sounds he could get from you, from innocent to the not so innocent. Not pulling his head back, Benny looked deeply into your eyes, searching for anything that meant for him to take it further. Because he so wanted to get closer, to put a hand on you. To feel your skin, your warmth. He was tired of being denied it. He wanted you close and in his arms, on the back of his bike.

You picked up the new bottle of pop, taking a sip while trying to not let Benny’s unwavering gaze get to you. Though it was becoming hard too. You cast your gaze around the room. Noting the Vandals and their women. Betty and Gale had joined Johnny and Brucie. All four looked to be comfortable and enjoying each others company. Kathy had taken to putting up with Corky and Wahoo, while Cal seemed to be amused by them all.

“Eyes on me Duchess" came Benny’s annoyed voice from beside you.

As if his hand had taken your chin and brought your eyes back to him, which they hadn’t. You were drawn back to the gorgeous man. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to him, kept your attention on anything but him. But with him being so close, his cologne and cigarette smell taking over, taking you hostage.

“Good, that’s better" he said lowly, eyes delighted in your compliance. “All ya gotta do is focus on me".

You swallowed. You couldn’t help it. This commanding side of Benny, though new, was so appealing. It made Benny more hotter. So you sit there, both looking at each other. Though Benny did make small talk, wanting to learn more about you. As you had denied him time and time again. But not this time. With every response you would stutter or squeak, only pleasing Benny more.

When a few drunk Vandals came up, asking him to play the next game of pool, was the spell you were under finally broken. You used this moment to excuse yourself, and visited the bathroom. Crossing the room, dodging various bodies, you entered the ladies. You stood before the mirror, taking a deep breath before releasing it. Slowly you relaxed, your mind clearing and processing what had gone on.

Not sure how long you stood there, you jumped when the door opened and in walked Kathy. She gave you an apologetic smile once seeing that you had jumped. You waited as she used the stall, before exiting to wash her hands.

“Havin' fun with Benny?” Kathy asked with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes. “Not when I’m a stuttering mess".

Kathy laughed openly at that. “Really? Even after finally givin’ him the time of day – er, night?”

You sighed, leaning your lower back against the sink. “Yes...I must seem like a bumbling idiot to him".

Kathy smiled at you warmly. “If that was the case, Benny would have left ya alone ages ago. That man is over the moon with ya".

Now it was you who laughed. “Yeah right Kathy, I don’t know why".

She chuckled, “trust me. He is, hun".

With that you both exited the bathroom, you fixing your shirt and bag as you walked out. Coming back into the bar, you saw that Benny had joined the men for a pool game. You took a moment to admire him as he took a shot. The way he leant over the table, giving you a few wicked ideas. How he concentrated on the shot, before taking it. The man oozed sex appeal. So why would he go for you? You asked yourself moving to join Kathy, who was getting a drink from the bar.

While standing there, you were about to order another drink before seeing the clock on the wall. Comparing it to your wrist watch, you noticed how late it was getting. With a few words to Kathy, you apologized and said you had to get going, so you wouldn’t miss the last bus.

“Ya sure ya don’t want to stay and we could get a cab together?” Kathy offered.

You smiled warmly. “It’s alright, I should probably get home. I heard there could be rain tonight. Don’t want to get sick" you laughed.

She nodded, understanding that. Reluctantly Kathy let you go, though feeling she should have told you to see Benny before you left. But you moved too quickly for her to say anything. You crossed the bar, once more dodging body’s, before exiting. Once you were gone Kathy grabbed her drink and thought it best to give Benny the heads up, his Duchess had ran off again without his knowledge.

Once more the streets were dead, a car or two passing, as you made you way to the bus stop. Unfortunately the forecast had been right, for it began to spit rain while you walked. And to add insult to injury, it got heavier as you walked a stretch of the street that had no cover. So you had picked up the pace, moving fast to get to the nearest covered building. Upon stepping under the cover, you did a little shake, as if it would completely dry you. Thankfully you weren’t saturated but the cool evening air didn’t help. Your arms forming goose bumps from the chill you were feeling.

Looking further up the road there would be another stretch of open area, though not as long as you just walked, before more cover. And time was running out to make it for the bus. You weighed your options; make a run for it or take you time and possibly miss the bus. While contemplating your options the nearing sound of a roaring engine didn’t faze you, thinking it was a passing Vandal.

Making up your mind – and going with option one – you walked out into the rain and began to power walk on. When the engine you’d heard pulled up beside you, did you turn to find Benny. You stopped and stared at him, confusion written all over your face, while you felt the rain start to soak your clothes.

“W-what are ya doin’ here?” You managed to get out.

He grunted. “That’s what I was gonna ask you. Get on, I’m takin' ya home".

You slowly shook your head. “No, no. It’s fine. The bus stop is just a head" you replied, taking a few more steps in the direction you were going.

“It’s fine Duchess, get on" Benny repeated, leaving no room for argument.

“Really Benny, I’ll be fine" you said once more, taking to walking off on him.

You heard him sigh before turning off his bike, then the kick stand. Yet you kept walking, not sure what was up with him. It was when a rough hand grabbed your arm and stopped you, still in the rain I might add, did you turn around to find Benny. His hair was wet, drops falling from the curls at his forehead. His gaze drawn in on you, annoyance swimming in those blue pools. You couldn’t understand why he was annoy with you. Alright, you declined his offer of a ride. But that was so he could go back to the bar and carry on with the club.

“What is with ya and runnin' away from me?” Benny asked out loud. “All I’ve wanted to do is be near ya, get to know ya. Can’t ya see, Duchess?”

You blinked your eyes a few times, letting his words sink in. Confusion still written on your face. “S-see what...?”

Benny sighed in frustration. “That ya put a damn spell on me, that I want nothin' more then for ya to be mine!?” His voice was loud, annoyed but with a touch of fear.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing Benny's confession. And silly you didn’t believe yourself or Kathy or the other women. Benny Cross was into you, wanted you. You stood there shocked and silent, which didn’t help Benny one bit.

He released your arm, thinking you were rejecting him. “I guess...I guess ya don’t feel the same...” he muttered looking away from you.

That was the shock back to reality you needed. You took a step closer to him, trying to get the words out. But your heard was a jumble with everything you were thinking and feeling, which wasn’t registering with your mouth. So you did the only thing you could think to do right now. Grabbing onto Benny’s t-shirt, you brought him down as you stood on your tippy toes. And you placed your lips to his. It was a closed lipped kiss, your eyes looking into each others, as the rain and the word around you fell away.

After a few moments you pulled back, not releasing your hold on his shirt. “I-I...ah, I-I mean...” you sputtered, frazzled and mind lost to it all.

Benny looked into your eyes, searching for what you wanted to say. Seeing how you looked at him, softly and with endearment, that was all he needed. This time he grabbed your chin, tilting your head up before his lips captured yours again. Only his kiss was harder, a little dominating. He didn’t need to ask permission to your mouth, for you sighed as soon as his lips touched yours. Benny’s tongue didn’t waste time to enter your mouth, seeking out your own and lavishing it with attention, caressing it in a way that made your knees weak. His hand moving from your chin to the back of your head. He didn’t plan to let go yet, and wasn’t going to give you a chance to either.

Reluctantly Benny freed you from his kiss, but kept you close, resting his forehead against yours. Both of you need a moment to regain some air. And once your breathing returned, you cast your eyes to his. Noting how he looked at you with nothing but affection and want. Which mirrored in your own.

“Will you now let me take you home, Duchess? Because ya soaked" Benny said gruffly.

You smiled tenderly. “You’re soaked too, ya know" your voice soft, but not as timid.

He smirked at you. “Is that an invitation?”

And just like that, you blushed, hitting Benny's chest softly with your hand. Sputtering out no and saying you’re not like that. Benny could only laugh, for he knew his Duchess wouldn’t have him over the first night. But maybe the second night? None the less. Benny managed to got you to finally let him get you home, and loved having you on the back of his bike. There would be no more running away, no more avoiding him. Because you were his now.

#benny cross x reader #benny cross x y/n #benny cross x you #the bikeriders x reader #austin butler x reader #requests open #request

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dandelionpixels · 7 months ago

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reader + what we do in the shadows household

(platonic/family)

ask: I’m desperately coping with the show ending, so do you suppose we could have some wwdits headcanons where the reader is a half-vampire and announces that they’re getting married?

- you’re probably pretty nervous to announce it, given the vamps aren’t known for being good with change. you dance around it for a while, hiding your engagement ring in your pocket and being paranoid about any love-life related questions.

- eventually you can feel yourself buckle under the stress, knowing you have to tell someone. it’s late when you knock on guillermo’s door, rushing inside the second he opens it.

“Hi? Hi! What’s going on, are you okay?”

 You nod quickly, not knowing how to say it. Before you can chicken out, you pull the ring out of your pocket and slide it onto your finger. Biting your lip nervously, you extend your hand out. Guillermo has to physically cover his mouth to stop himself from letting out an excited squeak, but you can see his grin all over his face.

He grabs your hand, admiring the ring, “Oh my gosh, how long?”

Face splitting into a grin, you can feel yourself shaking the stress off your shoulders already. You’d been wanting to be excited with someone for so long. “Next month!”

His mouth drops as he looks up at you, “Have you told the others?”

Shaking your head slowly, you raise your hands into a prayer gesture, wincing slightly at it, “I was actually hoping you could do me a big favor and help out with that.”

- you guys spend the whole night on guillermo’s bed, sitting cross-legged trying to figure out the best way to launch it to the other members of the household.

- the next morning you both enter the kitchen exhausted, making nadja recoil in disgust, “Ew, why do you two look so… dead?” You both shoot her a look and she rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.”

- it takes too long to gather everyone into the living room. every time you bring the last person in, the others have disappeared back into their rooms. and when you do get everyone sat down, laszlo won’t stop obsessing over the “sliding boxes” on the laptop. no matter how many times you explain what a slideshow is, he can’t grasp it.

The slideshow starts easy, with a few pictures of you and your partner early into dating. You explain who it is and how you guys met. Nandor isn’t paying attention, busy trying to untie his double-knotted boots. Nadja and Laszlo are on thin ice, only paying attention to giggle and point at every single transition in the slideshow. Colin is paying far too much attention, trying to give you tips on how to improve your ‘slideshow game’ while you do your best to ignore him.

Nevertheless, Guillermo shoots you a thumbs up and you keep going. The next pictures are more recent, various adventures the two of you had gone on together. You get to the second to last slide, a picture taken of both of you, your partner’s hand behind their back. You glance up to see that no one has picked up any hints you were putting down. Looks like a soft-launch is off the table.

Clicking through to the last slide, you reveal the ring on your other hand, waving it in front of everyone to get their attention.  

“I’m getting married!”

Laszlo reacts first, standing up and stomping his foot, “Absolutely not! I will not have you sold off without me knowing about it, unless we are in dire need of livestock.”

You cock your head in equal parts confusion and annoyance. Next to him, Nadja stands up slower, hands outstretched, “Laszlo, you dumbass! As usual, you’ve got it all wrong, they’re getting married like idiots because they want too.” It’s oddly tender, coming from her, and you can feel your eyes tearing up.

She grabs your hands, eyes watering, “I’ve always wanted to be a plant woman.”

Glancing behind her, you see Guillermo mouth ‘flower girl’ and mime throwing petals. Smiling, you squeeze her hands, “You will absolutely be our plant woman, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Laszlo sticks out a hand, weirdly formal. You drop Nadja’s hands to cautiously shake his. He nods sharply, “Although I only believe in the marriage between me and my darling wife, I truly hope you beat the odds. Or more likely, give an honorable attempt at beating the odds.” Smiling, you can sense the genuine congratulations behind his mildly judgmental words.

Colin rises from the couch, corners of his mouth ever so slightly upturned, “This is very good, I’ve always wanted to bake a wedding cake.” You look at him, letting out a slight laugh of disbelief, “Colin, did you say you’re happy for me?” He stares back, “I don’t think so, but if that’s what you heard, I’ll let it slide.” You can’t help but shoot Guillermo a surprised look, and then nod quickly to Colin, “It’s…appreciated? I hope you don’t take it personally that I can’t allow you to make a toast at the wedding.”

He nods, “I understand, but it’s actually quite interesting how toasts came to be, especially in the context of-,”

Nandor interrupts, picking a perfect time to pitch in, “You’re- really getting married?” He gestures between Nadja and Laszlo, “Like… them?” He’s clearly grossed out, but makes a clear effort to try and hide it. The effort is appreciated and you nod, “Not exactly like them, I hope.” You make an apologetic glance in their direction, “No offense. But yeah, I’m getting married for real.”

He looks dramatically towards Guillermo, “Must everyone flaunt their happiness in my face?” Guillermo rolls his eyes, “Can you please just be supportive?”

Knowing Nandor’s delicate feelings about weddings and change and love, you sit down next to him on the couch, “Hey.”

He pretends not to hear you, pouting in defiance. You take a breath, smiling despite yourself, “Nandor, I wanted to ask you something. It’s really important, please listen.” You see him perk up slightly, still looking down. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you let out a resigned breath, “Would you like to write a speech for my wedding?”

Spinning around to face you, he stifles a smile, “A speech?” You nod and he lets a grin force it’s way onto his face as he gives you an energetic yet slightly awkward side hug, “Yes! And it’ll be the best speech I’ve ever written. Long, and- and with a lot of words.”

You lean over to whisper to Guillermo, “Will you please proofread that speech?” He nods worriedly, keeping an eye on Nandor as the vampire gestures widely.

Nadja and Laszlo push you to the side, sitting on the couch beside you. Guillermo looks down the couch at everyone, “Guys, let’s be as helpful as possible, okay? Weddings take a lot of planning, even in the last month.” 

Everyone nods eagerly, and you feel your chest go warm. Though sometimes clumsy and emotionally immature, hearing everyone excitedly discuss absolutely ridiculous wedding ideas is somehow the sweetest gesture ever. Nadja is talking to Guillermo about finding ‘some of those dancing shirtless people’ for a party, Laszlo is concerningly preoccupied with a topiary sculpture to commemorate your day, Nandor is reciting speech ideas out loud, and Colin is pretending not to look up cake recipes on the laptop.

- the actual wedding goes beyond fantastic. nadja is a lovely flower girl, even with doll nadja sitting in the flower petal basket. nandor’s speech is surprisingly heartfelt, even more so when guillermo admits he didn’t help all that much. laszlo insists he’s going to walk you down the aisle, whether you like it or not. colin is trying very hard to walk the line of making the full vampires chill out without putting them to sleep. it’s his idea of a wedding gift. guillermo also makes sure they don’t wreck too much havoc, and that they confuse your older relatives as little as possible.

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romanestuffsposts · 4 months ago

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Can you write a Stucky story where their little is too embarrassed to ask for tickles so she tries many many many ways for them to tickle her until one day it clicks in their head just how much their little one loves being tickled and has a tickle session with her?

Hi there love! 💜

Yes of course i can! I hope you like it sweetie ☀️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : tickles, playful, tease, pet names, tickle fight

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : your Daddies finally understand your tactics

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You always loved the playful sides of your Daddies, they love playing games with you and they love to annoy you with tease or gentle mocking sentence. What you love the most is when they tickle you tho, they love making you cry out from laughters just with their fingers but that doesn’t happen often enough for you.

You often find ways for them to tickle you, whenever they’re washing you in the bath you would squirm and giggle on purpose when they wash your tummy and ribs.

Or you trap yourself on purpose in your shirt while trying to remove it, causing your armpits to be wide open as you ask for help.

What you also do is resting your naked feet on their laps and would squirm them a little or would wiggling your little toes.

It work, sometimes, but not often enough at your liking, they don’t always get the hint and that annoys you.

Today you are grumpy, it’s been so long that your mood fall off and you’re sad about all of that. You’re sitting on your seat, waiting for breakfast after your Papa had to drag you out of bed. Your arms are crossed against your chest and your pouty face is staring at the empty table.

Your Daddy takes a seat beside you after your Papa briefe him on what happened this morning. He crosses his arms against the table and slide against the soft wood to be near your face ‘’what’s wrong beautiful ?’’ He gently asks.

He didn’t get his morning kisses and he misses seeing your tired face in the morning trying to fall back asleep on their shoulders.

Your frown deepens after hearing his voice and you look away. He smiles, he knows it’s not a little girl's whim so he tries to understand before getting mad if he ever need to, in fact he kinda thinks that’s cute.

‘’Hey’’ he bumps his shoulder against yours ‘’what did the grumpy girl did too my sweet angel ?’’ He teases, trying to make you smile.

You did in fact smile but not because of this. You smile and move away because he poked your side without thinking about it. You look at him with a shy but whole smile, you thought he understood but he just kisses your forehead saying he’s happier when you smile and stand up to go help your Papa.

During the evening your Papa was cleaning you in the bath and you gave him your little foot for him to wash. You giggled the whole time he was washing your feet making him smile and chuckle along with you. When he dropped your foot back in the water you rolled your eyes.

After the bath he was drying you as you were sitting near the sink and when he slides the towel in between your toes you wiggle your foot ‘’Papaa tickles’’ you say laughing.

‘’Oh I’m sorry baby’’ he apologises and bend over to kiss your clean toes. You sigh and look away

The last thing you’re trying for today is when you’re laying down on the bed between your Daddies. They’re both reading beside you and your Daddy’s hand is softly stroking your arm.

You grab his wrist and move it to your belly discreetly. You peer up at him quickly and smile when he doesn’t lift his eyes from his book. That doesn’t go any further but the soft tickles he gives you during his reading for several minutes was a small steps.

The next morning you’re waking up with soft strokes on your back ‘’wake up pretty girl’’ your Papa says with a smile.

You feel a breath against your ear ‘’you thought we wouldn’t notice ?’’ Your can hear the smirk in your Daddy’s voice ‘’all your little tactics’’ his fingers move from your back to the sides.

Your eyes open wide.

‘’Oh you’re so not ready for this’’ your Papa chuckles. You tense when your Daddy’s fingers wiggled on your back ribs. You bite your lips and wiggle a little as you let out close-mouths giggles.

‘’You’re so bad at pretending your sleeping’’ your daddy laughs as he turns you around ‘’oh here you are’’ he smirks and licks his lips ‘’what a beauty face, should we cover it with tears ?’’ He asks your Papa

You groan and laugh at the same time as you see your Papa agreeing.

‘’Okay first, gemmy those wrists’’ you groan when your Daddy took a hold of them and block them under his knees that are on each side of your laying body.

‘’Where should i start ?’’ He wonders out loud wiggling his fingers above your body as he watches you ‘’wait let me remembers your last tactics- you tried to make us tickle your armpits after asking us if you didn’t had a tick hiding in there’’ he says, his hands going dangerously closer to your exposed holes ‘’I should probably go watch if there still nothing’’

He lightly wiggling the tips of his fingers against your arms, from your elbow to finally your armpits, all the way you were bitting your lips and squirming around trying to put your arms down.

You start giggling and closer your eyes once he concentrate on the important zone ‘’I just know you love this’’ he chuckles as he watches you grimacing.

He start to go down and once he touches your ribs you gasp and pull at your arms ‘’ohohoh’’ he laughs ‘’this is a good one, how could I’ve forget that’’

‘’B-because you don’t-t do it enou-ough’’

‘’I’m sorry what ?’’ He laughs ‘’you are going to regret saying those words so badly. He immediately shakes his fingers everywhere, on your sides, belly and your ribs, dropping once in a while a fingers in your belly button, giving a scream from time to time.

Your Papa laughed the whole time and teased you with little words

It feels good isn’t it ?

Ah! I knew you would laugh like that after that touch

Ohh aren’t you so cute squirming against us

Soo helpless aren’t you ?

What are you gonna do ?

‘’Guess my time came to an end, why won’t we less Papa having his fun now’’

Théière quick to change place, to be sure you won’t move when your papa let go of your wrists, your daddy kept picking your sides and gives you raspberries which ended up with you screaming and trying to remove his head now that your hands are free.

‘’Aaaah perfect’’ he rubs his hands against each others ‘’shoulder i already start where it’s the worst ?’’ Your papa asks knowing where your most sensitive part is- your little feet.

You blush through your smile and shake your head. He laughs at that

‘’Alright alright, I’ll just start with the hips then’’ he digs his thumb into your hips making you jolt from the ticklish shock that ruined into your body. He change into lightly wiggling his fingers against your waistline and going harder with his thumb and that alone drove you crazy.

You couldn’t stop laughing, you couldn’t even open your eyes.

When you didn’t felt anything you opened them again and watch you papa turning around, facing your feet. You were moving them and wiggling them because of the stress as you wait, knowing exactly what’s coming after.

‘’Mmmh smelly feet’’ he laughs as he grabs one of them. Panicking, you try to cover the one he grabs with your other but it doesn’t stop him. He extend your foot by the toes and keep a hard grip so you can’t move ‘’here we are’’ he smirks before traveling his rough fingers around your soles, going from your toes to the heels without forgetting the bottom of them.

You laughed so much it made them laugh along with you as much as hard. They always find you the cutest whenever they tickled you and each time they spend times like this one with you they’re regretting to not doing it more often.

‘’Watch those little toes, how cute are they being tortured like this’’ he teases, tickling your toes.

Your daddy laughs ‘’of course they’re cute, everything about her is cute and it’s even better while doing this’’ he murmured the rest of his sentence against your ear as he lightly goes back to tickle your little tummy

You adorably giggle as you still try to take your foot out of your papa’s grip.

After some times he changes his attack on the other foot and spend minutes and minutes at torturing your poor sensitive skin.

‘’Well that was really funny we should do that every morning to start the day with a smile’’ your Daddy teases

You widen your eyes after hearing that, yes it’s fun and you love it but doing it every day… won’t you be disgusted by the tickles ? Or what if you won’t be ticklish anymore .. ?

Nahhh impossible, and more impossible if that’s with your daddies

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It's Nice to Have A Friend

Ch 2: There's Many Different Ways That You Can Kill The One You Love

Summary: Fate is cruel on how it goes about obtaining its desires. It must be fate, because there is no other explanation for how perfectly molded Y/N and Helaena are to one another. They complement one another like opposite sides of a coin. Where Helaena is shy, Y/N is outgoing. Helaena has a photographic memory. Y/N has emotional inteligence. They have the right temperament to be the missing piece in one another’s lives. Ying and Yang. Then there are the boys. Love them or hate them, they’re there. Even the adults cannot escape the Targaryen chaos, and the fallout doesn’t spare the minors simply because they’re adolescents. Follow how Y/N and those around her carve out lives for themselves amongst the weight of the Targaryen legacy in a modern Westeros.

Word Count 9.4K

Pairings: Aegon x Y/N, Aemond xY/N, hints of Jace x Y/N, Platonic! Helaena x Y/N, Father Figure! Harwin x Y/N, Mother Figure! Rhaneyra x Y/N, Mother Figure! Alicent x Y/N

Warnings: 18+ you’ve been warned

Lots of profanity, sexual innuendos, drug and alcohol use, boys being stupid jerks, infidelity, divorce, eventual smut

A/N: God this chapter was such a task to write, but really enjoyable too. We see Y/N a year after moving in with Harwin and then six years after moving in with Harwin. For any age/timeline confusion, please check the Background information

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It was no secret that Harwin had absolutely zero idea what to do with a girl. Even after a year with Y/N. He was as loving and supportive as anyone could hope for in a father figure. He encouraged her bike riding, various sport interests, and taught her how to kick the crap out of any boy who dared look at her wrong. Where he got lost- the hormones, attitude, and subtleties. Even his childhood friends, male, on the more sensitive side could not compare to the urgency a young teenage girl put onto every aspect of her life. Probably because they all had the attention span of a goldfish back then.

She can’t get her hair back into the perfect ponytail. Her hair is ugly and awful! No, she HAD to have the latest game console because all her friends have it and she was being left out. Arya must hate her because she didn’t sit with her at lunch today! Any inconvenience was a potentially life altering event. Harwin didn’t find Y/N less than a boy for it. They certainly had their own complications. He just didn’t know what to do about it. His own mother passed when he was young. So he had next to no insight on girls in general. Then the period came.

Late one night Harwin was awoken by muffled crying. That wasn’t an odd phenomenon in the apartment. Y/N lost her parents. She had every right to cry. Harwin always made sure to check in. If she wanted him to hold her, he would. If she wanted space, he’d give her that. What he didn’t expect was the bathroom light on, sink blasting, and Y/N fervently scrubbing blood off of her night bottoms. When they made eye contact, Y/N broke out into full sobs. It took some time, and encouraging deep breaths, to understand the entirety of the situation. Y/N woke up feeling like she needed to use the restroom. Then she felt it. The wet. Y/N panicked, flipped the light, and was horrified. She couldn’t understand what was going on. Obviously her mother hadn’t gotten the chance to explain what she’d one day go through.

Harwin felt helpless. There she was tired, sobbing like the world was ending, and he didn’t know how to comfort her. Mimicking her frantic energy, Harwin began sending texts and making calls at 3 am. He didn’t stop until he received the call he needed.

There was the click of the phone connection, a breath to say something, but Harwin anxiously spoke first. “Rhaenyra.”

Any annoyance that she might have expressed jerked to concern. She sat up against the headboard. Joffrey just fell asleep after a nightmare. She spoke as directly as she could while maintaining a whisper. “What’s wrong?”

Gods bless Harwin. He hadn’t been gifted a glossary for teenage girl issues. “Y/N got her period.” It was blunt, directly to the point. There was no other way he could formulate the night's events into a gentle analogy.

Rhaenyra let out a reminiscent chuckle. Her father acted the same way. He was panicked as well, but above all, concerned. It clued her in on how much he cared for her. “Well she is of that age.”

“Rhaenyra.” He repeated her name with more strain. His voice hushed as he shifted away from Y/N’s door. “She’s bleeding and crying. I can’t seem to explain this to her in a way that doesn’t make the crying worse. Her bed’s a mess and I have nothing for her to use.”

Though he had difficulty understanding the more dramatic of her female tendencies, sometimes he entirely forgot that she was a girl. He didn’t think of her as a boy, just a kid who needed him. His kid. The simple biological inevitable had slipped past his radar.

“Okay, okay.” Rhaenyra straightened her tone. “Stop trying to explain it. Tell her everythings going to be okay. Strip the bed and let her know it’s just bedding. It’s disposable. Let her run a bath or shower or whatever she wants. While she does that, quickly go to the twenty-four hour pharmacy. Get sanitary wipes, small pads with wings, pain reliever if you don’t already have some, an electrolyte drink, and if they have them, period underwear. It will specifically say period underwear.”

“I-” Harwin nodded, committing the list to memory. “I can do that.”

“When you get back, put her to bed. Everything will be better in the morning.” Rhaenyra let out a sigh. She brushed her loose hair out of her eyes and over her head. “Bring her by the house tomorrow. You can take the boys and I’ll.. I’ll explain things to her.”

Harwin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Thank you Rhae.”

Harwin hadn’t explained much the next morning. He didn’t want to traumatize the poor girl more. Though there was protest about leaving the apartment in her condition, Y/N relented and got in the car. She was confused and a tad fearful when she recognized the driveway they’d pulled into.

“I can’t go in there Harwin.” When they’d parked, she jumped in her seat and clung to his arm. “The boys! The boys will want to play and I- I can’t do that!”

Harwin ran his hands down her hair stopping to caress her cheeks. “I promise you everything will be alright. The boys won’t bother you.”

She didn’t have much time to protest. Rhaenyra slipped out of the house and made her way to the car. The two older boys came barrelling out of the house and into the front lawn. Laenor followed behind with little Joffrey in his arms. Betrayal flashed in Y/N’s eyes and it struck Harwin right in the heart. She turned back to the outside world when the car door was opened for her.

“Hi Y/N. I hope you don’t mind the boys borrowing Harwin for the day. They’ve been very eager for this all boys adventure.” Rhaenyra saw the silent exchange between the two and thought that pretending this was a scheduled event would help defuse the tension. “But I didn’t want you to feel left out, so I invited Helaena to come over and have a girls day with us. She’ll be here in an hour or so. Come on in and wait with me. I saved some breakfast treats for you.”

Harwin mouthed a thank you behind Y/N’s back. He knew it wasn’t easy for Rhaenyra to talk to Alicent, but the fact she had to, to get Helaena for the day was an immense act of kindness to him. If he wasn’t already, he would’ve fallen in love with her then and there.

“I’ll be back later today.” He squeezed Y/N’s hand for reassurance. “Maybe we’ll return with pizza.” One of the boys shouted in excitement with the mention of pizza.

Like a wounded puppy, Y/N slunk out of the car mumbling some agreement. The boys rushed past her to climb in the vehicle. Laenor gave her a farewell smile.

Rhaenyra’s house was large. It needed to be to accommodate her family. Her father gifted it to her when she married Laenor. Though the exterior gave off the assumption of wealth, the interior was warm and inviting like a family home ought to be. All the furniture was a shade of beige to hide unavoidable stains that came with multiple boys. Plush pillows added accents of color. Dogs circled Y/N with excitement. A cat was hiding from the chaos on a bookshelf.

The kitchen reflected the morning’s creations. Mixing bowls were stacked in the sink with syrup covered plates. There were spots of flour on the counter. They never hired a personal chef. Rhaenyra and Laenor enjoyed teaching the boys how to cook and care for themselves.

A spot at the counter was cleared off for Y/N. Rhaenyra brought out french toast to heat up. Fruit was cut and mixed into a bowl. Butter and whipped cream had their own dish. Rhaenyra served Y/N and she let her hunger push her manners aside.

Rhaenyra found the girl amusing. She’d always wanted a daughter. They thought Joffrey would be a girl, but they were wrong. Maybe Y/N was a chance to practice for the day she was blessed with a little girl. Maybe Y/N was as close as she’d get.

Y/N’s eyes shot up from her plate when she heard Rhaenyra’s interest. With a tender smile, Rhaenyra tucked piece’s of Y/N’s hair behind her ear like she’d seen Harwin do for her comfort. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your food. Especially without much mess. My boys would’ve launched berries at one another by now.”

Y/N giggled. A twinkle came back to her. “I like to eat my berries more than I enjoy throwing them.”

Rhaenyra burst into giggles of her own with the unexpected remark. “Then you’re welcome to eat as many berries as you like.”

“Thank you.” Y/N hummed while taking a bite of her food. Her feet swung beneath her as the stool was too high for her feet to touch the ground. “Harwin is an alright cook but he likes these nasty shakes and snack bars. He says they’re good for you because they’ve got a lot of protein, but I don’t believe him.”

“I don’t blame you. They are unappetizing.”

While Y/N finished her food, Rhaenyra had excused herself to the other room to cue up music and movies on the TV. The snack bin and fridge were restocked the night before and the boys were prohibited from touching them under penalty of no sweets for a week. Once finished, Y/N placed her plate in the sink and went to find Rhaenyra. Two rooms over, Rhaenyra was curled up on the couch without her slippers and a coffee mug in her hand. Y/N didn’t know what to expect but she took a seat on the opposite end.

“How are you feeling?” Rhaenyra asked with gentle concern.

“I’m.. I’m fine, thank you.” Y/N avoided direct eye contact, but would glance in Rhaenyra’s direction with worry.

“That’s good.” Rhaenyra nodded along though she knew better. “Your first period can be scary.”

Y/N jumped like Syrax the cat when she was startled.

“I know you might feel betrayed by Harwin informing me, but he did so out of concern. It sounds like you were awfully upset last night and that’s no way to be over something natural. And since he couldn’t attest to what you’re going through, he trusted me to.” Rhaenyra didn’t try to invade the girl’s space but she kept her body language open if Y/N wanted personal contact.

“I didn’t know my body could do that. I thought I was hurt and, and,” She hiccuped. “And I didn’t want Harwin to be mad about the mess.”

“That mess isn’t one anyone would be mad at.” Rhaenyra reassured her. “It’s something that you can’t control when it happens, but you get better at guessing when it’ll start.”

“I don’t remember my mom having that kind of mess.” Y/N admitted in a barely audible mumble.

“Because us grown women have had practice and we’re good at containing it.”

“So this will happen again?”

“And again, every month for many years. Every woman goes through it. It’s something that bonds us together. I won’t lie to you. It is never enjoyable, but it becomes normal to you.”

“I don’t want this to happen again. What if it happens at school? What if someone sees?” Streams of tears formed down Y/N’s cheeks and she flung herself into Rhaenyra’s waiting lap.

Rhaenyra encircled the girl in her arms and kissed the top of her forehead. “That’s the thing about us girls, we look out for each other. You’ve got Helaena and she’d never let that happen to you. And you, you’d help her too. Wouldn’t you?”

Y/N nodded against Rhaenyra’s chest. “So you see. It will all be alright.” She rocked a bit, like she would with her boys when they skinned a knee or bruised an arm. “And I’ll be here to answer any questions you might have.”

“Thank you.” The gratitude was soft and high pitched. It showed off how young twelve truly was. It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall asleep against Rhaenyra’s chest. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and Rhaenyra was so safe and warm. Eventually Rhaenyra had to slip out of Y/N’s grasp. She made sure to slowly lower the girl back onto the cushion. The throw was placed over her peaceful sleep.

It’d taken Alicent longer than expected to drop Helaena off. Daeron was no older than Joffrey, but fussier. She hoped that meant he’d be a calmer adolescent as his brothers had been the opposite. Today, Aemond decided he didn’t like the face Aegon made. The children’s play room turned into a boxing arena. Viserys was of no help. Locked in his study. He insisted he needed to work on some project before taking the boys for the day. The nanny had the day off. But since Rhaenyra had been the one to ask for Helaena, he could make time for his sons. Any other day, if Alicent had asked, there’d be some excuse. She was bitter that it took Rhaenyra asking for Viserys to remember he had other children. All the same, she was happy to enjoy some time with just her girl.

Alicent had difficulty understanding Helaena. Her boys drove her to her wit's end, but she grasped why they were the way they were. They were young boys. Helaena though, she was not a typical young girl. She couldn’t stand going to the salon with Alicent. Something was always too loud or smelled too strong. At times, if the light was too bright it bothered her. She didn’t like her nails painted or someone cutting her hair. As a toddler she fought to escape the dresser’s chair. Rather than dresses with frills she preferred plain fabrics of the same texture. She loved the outdoors and anything that crawled. Her brothers were wild. Helaena just liked wild things. And she was smart, so smart. She knew what was going on around her at all times and comprehended her surroundings with the ability of someone twice her age.

The word Autism was brought up in early elementary school. Helaena was ahead of her peers academically, but she had difficulty interacting with them. She’d often cry in class for no apparent reason. Allicent vehemently rebuked any teacher who suggested something was wrong with her daughter. To Alicent, to admit she might be different was to admit she was defective. Helaena got better at controlling her reactions and regulating her behaviors. Masking, they called it. Still Alicent refused to accept they needed help. It wasn’t until Alicent noticed how Helaena plucked her eyelashes away and the bruising from pinching her arm that she finally relented. High functioning, that was the diagnosis. As an adult, Helaena would most likely blend in with everyone else, but she’d always struggle. There would always be something too loud, too bright, or taste wrong. However, now she had access to therapies and medications to help with her anxiety. Helaena could almost be normal.

Though she’d typically loathe the idea of time with Rhaenyra, Alicent saw how Helaena thrived with Y/N’s friendship. The girl could be quiet for Helaena’s sensitive ears. She also enjoyed being outside and tolerated Helaena’s interest in oddities. Y/N had the patience to listen while Helaena rambled on and on about her latest discovery. And because Y/N would go along with Helaena’s tendencies, Helaena in turn trusted Y/N when she suggested something outside her comfort zone. Maybe it was Y/N’s time spent with only her parents as company that made her more mature with other children. Alicent didn’t know anything beyond what she could see. What she could see was how Helaena’s lashes grew back and her actions grew bolder. For that, Alicent could view Y/N no less as a gift from the seven. She could even keep Aegon on a leash. Anyone who lightened her parenting load had Alicent’s favor.

So yes, she’d tolerate Rhaenyra if it meant bringing Y/N some comfort and Helaena time with her best friend. In a way, she projected herself onto Y/N. She lost her parents at the same age Alicent lost her mother. Like Alicent was, Y/N was surrounded by more male figures than female. Y/N presented more average female interests in comparison to Helaena. She’d let Alicent hug her. Y/N would even seek out a hug on occasion, though she was hesitant. Alicent was not her mother but the mother of her friend. Y/N was astute and kind as Alicent was as a girl. It was wrong, and she felt overwhelmed with guilt after, but on occasion she’d catch herself wishing Y/N was her daughter instead.

Rhaenyra greeted Alicent and Helaena at the door. With hushed breaths, she explained the details of the situation to Alicent. Alicent, in turn, was horrified for the girl and disapproving of Harwin. She held back her thoughts on the latter. She made a mental note to gently pull Y/N aside the next time she came over.

Helaena had made her way to Y/N off Rhaenyra’s instruction. She stood over her friend. Her head cocked to the side in the curiosity of her friend’s sleeping form. Silently, Helaena plopped down on the small space between Y/N and the couches end. This made Y/N stir.

“Helaena?” Y/N asked in her groggy haze.

“You sleep well. You don’t snore. Aegon and Daeron snore.” True to herself, Helaena was matter of fact as she tended to be.

“That’s good.” Y/N yawned and stretched. “We couldn’t share a room at sleepovers if I snored and kept you up.”

“No, we couldn't,” Helaena nodded her head in agreement. “My mom made me bring you one of my swimsuits. I hope I picked one you like.”

Helaena held up a blue and green striped one piece. Y/N took it and looked it over. How was she going to swim today? Wouldn’t she be like a squid with ink in the water. Helaena had told her of squids last week after watching an ocean documentary.

As if sensing her apprehension, Rhaenyra and Alicent appeared in the archway of the room. “You’ll be alright.” Rhaenyra reassured.

The girls spent the day swimming in the Targaryen-Valyrian pool. Y/N preferred this pool to Helaena’s. This pool had a diving board, slide, and sprinklers. Sometimes, Laenor and Harwin would bring out a net for pool volleyball. Rhaenyra engaged with the girls. Alicent tried, but at some point she found her way to a lounge chair to scroll on her phone. Helaena had a grand time sharing why mermaids couldn’t be real but lit up when Rhaenyra explained they could still pretend. The pool was adjacent to the guest house if they needed anything. Lunch was Doordahsed.

When they had their fill of the pool, Rhaenyra set up a movie for the girls. Though Helaena was adverse to most physical contact, she was content with Y/N’s weight against her on the couch. They settled on the Jungle Book. It had animals for Helaena and a plot for Y/N. They shared their snacks. Alicent and Rhaenyra respected each other’s distance.

Neither realized how much time had passed till the boys appeared with a cacophony of boyish laughter. As promised, they brought pizza. Rhaenyra’s sons bypassed their mother at the sight of their aunt and Y/N. They had to tell them about their day. Helaena liked her nephews but could only tolerate them so much, but they were better at boundaries than her brothers so it appeared she liked them more. Alicent exchanged pleasantries with Laenor and Harwin. Sensing out of place, she called for Helaena claiming it was time to leave. Though Rhaenyra offered for them to stay, Alicent insisted that they had to get home to check on the boys. Helaena and Y/N whispered their secret goodbyes. Probably plotting when they could see each other again. Then Alicent and her daughter left. The remaining children missed the knowing glances the adults shared amongst themselves.

When it was time for bed, Rhaenyra insisted Y/N and Harwin spend the night. She had everything Y/N would need. Jace’s clothes, though for a boy, fit Y/N just fine to sleep in. The boys could make a fort on a bedroom floor and enjoy the night together. Once all the adolescents were asleep, the adults talked over glasses of wine.

“I don’t know how to explain it. Your girl must be magic.” Rhaerya pronounced as she took her seat next to Harwin. With the boys and Y/N asleep, they could be free with their affections.

“Must be.” Laenor agreed. He sat opposite the paramours. “How else could you explain Alicent being almost pleasant.”

“She’s a special girl.” Harwin mused before becoming a bit more melancholy. “I just hope I’m doing enough for her.”

Rhaenyra took Harwin’s hand in hers and made him lock eyes. “You may not be her father but you’re a great dad.”

“She’s thriving and she loves you.” Laenor reassured.

“I just see how much joy she gets being around Helaena, the boys, you, and then I think of moments like last night. When I wasn’t what she needed.” Harwin sighed and leaned back against the couch.

“You did your best.” Rhaenyra consoled.

“And actually, we’ve been thinking…” Laenor began which peaked Harwin’s interest. “Since Y/N is happy here, and since you’ve had less time for Rhae and the boys since assuming responsibility for her-”

In excitement, Rhaenyra cut in. “Move into the guest house! Like you said, Y/N has so much joy when here. The boys love her. We love her like one of our own. The boys love you, and I miss you.”

“It takes a village.” Laenor reasoned. “You wouldn’t be raising her alone anymore.”

“I, I don’t know what to say.” Harwin’s brows creased in consideration.

“Think it over.” Offered Rhaenyra. “There isn’t a deadline to the offer.”

Harwin and Y/N moved in by the end of the summer. The guest house was relatively the same size as the apartment. Y/N’s person wasn’t upheaved by a move. She’d spent most of her life moving. It was a tad strange. The arrangement. The adults explained it away to the children as they were all family and families lived together. The fact Harwin was their biological father was no secret. The explanation given when asked was Laenor couldn’t have children. That played at people’s hearts and ceased further questioning. However, to everyone but the three primary adults and uncle Qarl, Rhaenyra and Laenor were truly a married couple. In love and all. Oh how wrong they were.

Alicent always held her suspicions. Rhaenyra and Laenor moved to quick into marriage. They never expressed trying for children. Yet one day, Laenor couldn’t have kids, Rhaenyra was pregnant, and they used close family friend Harwin as the sperm donor. Viserys, Corlys and Rhaenys never questioned it. Then again, they never looked too hard into their children’s activities. Viserys would hear none of it any time Alicent tried to broach the conversation. She had no proof other than her perceived suspicions.

That was, until Y/N came to Helaena crying one day.

….

No one who spent Yuletide with the Targaryens could say it was an uneventful experience. One would think the children were the root of all mischief, but really, it was the adults who couldn’t behave. Viserys wanted the family to spend the holiday together. Easier said than done. You had Alicent, her children, and on occasion her father. Then there was Rhaenyra, her children, Harwin, Y/N, and Leanor who brought Qarl, openly, for the last several years. Two-thirds of the Yule celebrations Y/N attended, Damon, Leana, and their daughters attended. If both Leanor and Leana were in attendance, then Rhaenys and Corlys were to be expected as well. That many adults with interwoven history kept things interesting.

There was the year Damon forgot how old his niece and nephews were. He bought each a preschool aged, drivable, electric dragon. Despite the older children being in their early teens, they enjoyed the gifts more than those of the intended age. The gathering room became their race track. Several holes in drywall, a busted floorboard, and one trip to urgent care later and the remaining dragons were locked in the garage.

Once Viserys called Alicent Aemma after one too many glasses of punch. Leana strengthened it hours prior, insisting this was not the children’s bowl. That made breakfast the next morning very awkward for everyone in the house. When it became clear that not only did Viserys not remember the slip up, but was oblivious to the tension, Aegon started an over under on how long it would take for Alicent to lose it. They made it to the Yule dinner.

The year of Rhaenyra and Leanor’s divorce was particularly awkward. Rhaenyra refused to speak to Alicent months prior. They hadn’t been in the same room since “the incident.” The children had to convince her to attend rather than host her own gathering. Rhaenyra spent the entire affair staring daggers into Alicent. Leanor, though not as volatile, didn’t do much to ease the tension. His idea of a petty come back was inviting Qarl. Alicent was uncomfortable with her guest’s lifestyle- as she called it. Harwin, bless him, tried but he also had zero tolerance for any disrespect towards his soon to be wife or family. That included Leanor and Qarl. Though Rhaenyra and Leanor’s marriage was founded partially out of fear of coming out to Corlys and Rhaenys, they’d taken things rather well. They were saddened that their son thought they’d ever reject him over something he had no control over. Screw outdated Faith of the Seven views on homosexuality. Leanor was their beloved son. Jace, Luke, and Joffery were as much Leanor’s as they were Harwin’s. Rhaenys and Corlys loved their grandchildren none the less, and neither had issue with reminding Alicent how she outed their son and nearly destroyed his family. Laena was worse, as she was fiercely protective of her brother. If she saw one of her nephews shed a single tear, no matter the cause, Alicent was to blame. Daemon lived for the drama and fanned the flames. Rhaenyra’s boys were in turmoil as their entire world just shifted. Aegon and Aemond used it as an insult whenever there was a disagreement. Y/N was stuck in a cycle of anger and timid guilt. She regretted she said anything to Helaena in the first place. She was mad at Alicent for not caring who she hurt on her never ending quest to defame Rhaenyra. She was mad at Rhaenyra and Harwin for putting her in the situation to begin with. She felt guilty every time the boys looked her way. Viserys was beside himself as there was no respite in fights to break up. He almost fainted when Rhaenyra and Leanor brought the divorce papers to Yule Night and used the gathering to throw a parting ceremony.

It was only tradition that the Yule of Y/N’s senior year was a disaster as well. The dining table was the battlefield. Words were weapons. Feelings were cannon fodder.

After gathering everyone’s attention, Viserys stood from his seat at the head of the table. “I’m very pleased to look around this room and see the faces of those whom I hold most dear. I’d like to propose a toast to you all. To my family. That despite our differences, we are all her together, as a family. As we’ll continue to be through the change-”

“Viserys.” Alicent warned, trying to pull him to sit. “Now’s not the time.” The latter pleaded, but not enough.

“Time for what, Mother?” Daeron, oh so young and innocent, asked.

“I would appreciate your sensitivity and support, my family, as Alicent and I begin the process of divorce.”

“Viserys.” Alicent seethed. She wasn’t ready for this but that damned punch struck again.

“Old friend, I don’t think-” Otto began.

“No, no, your thoughts are what ensnared my brother in this ruiness match to begin with.” Daemon spat at Otto. Neither liked the other, never had, never would.

“Now Deamon, she’s still the mother of four of my children-” Viserys began.

Damon tutted. Alicent nodded in agreement and held herself proudly.

Viserys’ protection withered when he saw the deathly stare Alicent shot at Daemon and the scowl of warning at Rhaenyra. “-Even if she chooses to bring another man into our marriage bed.”

“What?” Wide eyed, shocked and inflamed, Rhaenyra’s focus burned on Alicent.

“Oh don’t hang me for sins you yourself are guilty of.” She was rather quick to her own defense. She let her pride blind her to the fact children were still in the room. Her ire shifted to Viserys next. “And you, you’ve held a ghost in our marriage bed for the entirety of it!”

With the implication of her mother, Rhaenyra knocked her chair over as she flew to make Alicent regret her declaration. Luckily, Harwin caught her. A cacophony of insults followed from all directions.

Calmly and with a glimmer of amusement, Rhaenys turned to the older children nearest to her. “Take the younger ones to the playroom please.”

Jace grabbed Joffrey and Luke followed. Aemond picked up Daeron. Aegon, Helaena, Baela, Rhaena, and Y/N followed behind the rest. It was Helaena’s idea to set up the Nintendo games for the younger boys. Joffrey and Daeron were the same age and easily distracted that way. Luke, rather than follow the elder lot, volunteered to remain with the two youngest. Playing Mario Kart interested him more than the destined debrief.

Aegon looked to Aemond and Y/N, it wasn’t a suggestion but an invite. Aegon was going to drink no matter what. Aemond had no objections considering the pandemonium of it all. Y/N was thinking the same thing. Even Helaena was ready to numb herself. Baela and Rhaena were in unfamiliar territory and had no objections. Jace, well he wasn’t sure what the others silently agreed to, but he followed.

While in the doorframe to the upstairs den, Jace was stopped. Aegon held a hand to his chest. “Uh, uh, uh this is reserved for those who can hang. You… cannot.”

Jace inhaled like a bull ready to charge. Fuses were short all around.

Y/N knocked past Aegon and let Jace in. “Don’t be a twat.”

“Is it or is it not my parents who are this Yule’s shit show? If anyone can be a twat, I can. And…” Aegon turned back to Jace with a malicious grin. “One drink in and he’ll be running to hide in his mummy’s skirts.”

“Do us all a favor and go skydiving off the roof you wastril cunt.” Jace would’ve taken a swing, much like his mother, if he wasn’t being held back.

“That’s enough.” Y/N’s voice boomed over both the boys. She was holding Jace back. Helaena didn’t know how to act. Aemond, much like his uncle downstairs, was finding the scene in front of him very amusing. Baela and Rhaena simply observed, eyeing each other with their own secret language.

“Jace,” Y/N’s voice sweetened. “Can you please get me one of the hard seltzers from behind the bar, in the small fridge?”

“Ugh,” Aegon rolled his eyes. He’d already swiped a bottle of wine. As Jace made his way to the bar, Aegon made his way to a leather sofa. “Gods forbid we exclude one of your devotees.”

“What?” Y/N spun to Aegon in hardened confusion.

“Oh don’t play naive. We all see the way he looks at you. His eyes are glued to your ass like a starved dog follows a meat truck. You say jump and he asks how high.”

Aemond was leaning forward against the back of the couch, behind Aegon. It’s how Aegon was able to hear Aemond’s small huff of amusement. Already in the mindset to destroy everything around him, Aegon went in on his brother next.

“Like you’re any better.” He shifted to look up at Aemond who was now scowling. “You blow a load anytime she breathes in your direction.”

Aemond wound up to deck his brother but Aegon rolled to the floor to avoid the punch. His laughter was borderline maniacal.

It was Helaena’s even voice that halted the ongoing spiral. “That’s not true.”

Her words were adamant. Everyone cocked their heads at Helaena’s interjection. “Neither like Y/N. She’s like a sister.”

Looks were exchanged. The boys in the room would think the declaration was one of sarcasm if it hadn’t come from Helaena. In Helaena’s world, it was obvious that everyone viewed Y/N like a sister, like she did. Or at least, that’s all she showed knowledge of. They’d known each other for seven years now. Y/N lived with Jace and his family. Everyone was uncle or aunt to Y/N. What Helaena didn’t realize was Y/N wasn’t blood with any of them. She was a consistent presence. They were hormonal teenagers. She was a shame free focus of affection.

Y/N observed each and everyone of them searching for anything she could use to continue her intensional delusion. None of them had feelings for her. They were all friends. Kind, devoted, affectionate friends.

An uneasy truce settled over the room. Helaena was an adamant person and no one was in the mood to go up against that brick wall tonight. So slowly, those without drinks slinked to get one. Guards were still up regardless.

At least two hours passed. It was enough time for each of the older children to go through four to six drinks each. With ease they dismissed one of the youngest when they came to make an inquiry. Not one in the elder group bothered to hear the question. That caused a problem when the youngest made their way downstairs to inquire about something to eat. The adults, exhausted and nursing their own drinks, were confused. Certainly the older children could’ve gone down to the kitchen to scrounge something up for the lot. Where were they? They were where? Doing what?

In their bacchanalia, the older seven did not recognize the storm of footsteps marching their way. Alicent blew down the door like a twister. Rhaenyra was on her heels. Soon a disgruntled Viserys was next to enter. A disapproving audience of Corlys, Rhaenys, Leana, and Harwin lined the halls. Daemon and Leanor had the good sense to know the circus would round back to the center tent. Harwin only went to keep his wife from ending up in the back of a city watch cab.

None of the older children could clearly make out what was being shouted at them. They were intoxicated and there were too many voices echoing off their disappointment. Aegon and Alicent were the first out of the room. She dragged her oldest out by the collar of his shirt. In contrast, a gentle hand guided Helaena to follow. Viserys shuffled Aemond forward. Leana came in and collected her daughters with a firm hand on either’s shoulder. Rhaenyra was last to guide her son and ward out. She was fuming like a dragon with smoke, but her guidance was just. The events of the night left everyone wanting a reprieve. She was disappointed in how her children sought it.

It was agreed upon that Corlys and Rhaenys would accompany the younger children to the kitchens and distract them from the additional chaos to follow. Those being reprimanded were lined across the main room’s couches. Rhaena and Baela were off to the side. They’d face the least amount of punishment. Leana was a constructive parent, preferring to explain than admonish. Daemon wasn’t too concerned. He was doing worse at sixteen. Jace couldn’t make eye contact with a soul in the room. Aemond’s gaze firmly fixed to a very interesting speck on the wall. Helaena watched the room unafraid. Y/N and Aegon stole glances at one another.

“Deplorable.” Viserys began. “Delinquent, and unbecoming behavior from the lot of you! You see the strife your family is in and decide that’s the opportune moment to turn into tipplers?”

“Seems like the opportune moment to me.” Aegon muttered under his breath.

Viserys strode towards his eldest son. “What was that boy?”

Y/N turned her full attention to Aegon. His eyes were hardened and glaring between his mother and father. Y/N tried to bore her gaze into his mind, willing him to shut up before he made things worse. It didn’t work.

“I said, it seems like the opportune moment to me.” Aegon replied defiantly.

Alicent scoffed. She flanked Viserys to scold her son. “So you lead this debauchery? Is it not enough that you torment us with your frivolity and recklessness at university? You flitter about with no care, no decorum, no decency-”

Aegon roared and in a flash was off the couch in his mother’s face which caught everyone by surprise. Never had he stood up to her admonishments. “You of all people have no right to lecture me about decency!”

“Aegon,” Rhaenyra made a move to step in. She hadn’t turned oblivious over the past couple of years. She noticed Aegon began spending more and more time at her house rather than his own. At first she thought he and Y/N were hiding something, but then Y/N got a boyfriend and Aegon often made his way over even when Y/N was out.

“Mind your tongue to your mother.” Enmity welled in Alicent’s eyes. Her lips quivered in anger, fists clenching and unclenching by her sides.

“And when did you earn this deference, mother? Was somewhere between my audacity to question why your gym trainer was in your bedroom, and when you threatened to ship me off to the citadel when I refused to go with you to the sept to pray away our shared sins.”

Gasps filled the room. Those who hadn’t had questioning brows were in desperate need for their drink. Leaning into the attention, Aegon outstretched his arms and addressed the room. “Yes my dear family. My mother’s personal trainer, Christon Cole, puts the personal in personal trainer. In fact, he’s so devoted that he’s been bedding her for over a year now!”

Aegon strode back to his mother, eye to eye, a breath apart. “And she threatened that not only would no one believe me if I told, but that she’d see to it that I ended up at the wall. Isn’t that right, mother.”

The sharp clap of palm meeting skin rang throughout the room. Alicent’s breathing was labored by the crushing weight of Aegon’s admissions.

Aegon held his cheek in his hand. Tears collected in his eyes. His head had been thrown to the side, but he looked up at his mother with animosity that rivaled tenured enemies. Otto pulled Alicent away from her son. He was shushing her, insisting she calmed down. Viserys looked defeated. Everyone was mimicking the math in his mind. It had been a year. A year and Aegon knew. Aegon knew but didn’t tell his father. Aegon knew and didn’t tell his father because his mother threatened to have him banished and the closest to incarcerated you could get with or without committing an offense.

Rhaenyra looked to Leanor to speak for her as she was too dumbfounded by the turn of events to find her voice. “It’s best this discussion continues in the morning when cooler heads can prevail. You’re all dismissed to your rooms. If any of you dare further the troublesome actions of the night, the consequences will be severe.”

Other than Aegon, the others scrambled to leave the hostile environment. The sequestering was a delight by this point. Aegon trailed behind, slowly, letting his blazing scrutiny be known throughout the room. After feeling his hatred was known, he relented and crept away to the safety of his room.

...

Helaena hadn’t felt like talking. Y/N made it clear she could. Her home life had sunk into a deeper ring of the seven hells tonight. Y/N would stay and hold her and listen if that’s what she wanted. It wasn’t. Like a sponge, Helaena absorbed the emotions from the room and it exhausted her. She just wanted to sleep. So without much fuss, she collapsed into the safety of her bed to block out the world if only for a handful of hours. Y/N took the opportunity to truly prepare for bed.

Down another corridor Aegon too had thrown himself upon his bed. Though the air was chilly, he turned on his ceiling fan. The repetitive circle and white noise worked to dry his tears and release his stored adrenaline. He hadn’t spoken a word since climbing the stares. What did he have to say? Nothing he wanted to relive at the moment. Though he had a suspicion someone would make their way to his room to try.

The door opened and closed swiftly but quietly. Aegon didn’t look up to greet the intruder, but a smug grin slightly quirked his lips. “Was wondering how long it’d take.”

“And who did you expect, brother?” Aegon shot up from his reclining position to find Aemond at the foot of his bed. His arms were folded, button down sleeves rolled up, the creep hadn’t bothered to change in the time they were dismissed. He remained as composed as he thought it was intimidating.

“Get out.” He commended immediately.

“T’was quite the spectacle of an evening.” Aemond clearly had no intention of heeding his brother's words. “Don’t you think?”

“I said get out.” He sheathed. “I thought you just a twat, not a deaf twat.”

Aemond hummed. It was his response before his response. Just enough noise to fill the silence and prolong the time to gather his thoughts. He walked around the room, observing the state of things. He ran a finger over an unread book, then the laptop nearby, using the touch to his brother’s possessions to rile him up further.

“I didn’t appreciate your pettiness earlier.” Aemond announced, hands clasped behind his back.

Aegon scoffed. “Always mama’s little-”

“I’m not talking about Mother.”

“What in the seven hells are you on about then?”

Aemond stood silent, wanting his brother to catch on and admit he wanted to embarrass him in front of Y/N. Aemond wanted to wound Aegon with the understanding that Y/N wanted him less than anyone else. Irritated, Aegon either refused or was too daft to follow.

“Y/N.” Aemond clarified with a proud raise of his chin.

“Y/N?” Aegon asked in humored disbelief. “All the lunacy affairs of the evening and that’s the one you’re hung up on? Really brother? We all knew you carried a torch for her, but I didn’t know you were this down bad over some snatch.”

Aemond’s eyes inflamed with malice. The disregard in which Aegon spoke made him see red. “Do not speak of her in that way.”

“Please, you want to mount and ride her just as much as our gangly nephew. You idiots follow her around hoping one day she’ll attest your devotion was proof enough and let you fuck her stupid. Guess what, never gonna happen. She’ll continue to string you along with crumbs of affection like the pair of fools you are. She doesn’t want you. She never has and never will.”

Aemond was biting his cheek to remain composed. Gods, he fucking hated his cunt of a brother. If he was on fire, the world had to burn with him.

“And you’re nothing but her plug for an occasional high. She hates you.” Venom dripped from Aemond’s words. “Loathes you even when you’re good for that one thing. You taunt me because you know I have a chance when you could fuck everything with a pulse in a fifty mile radius, be the last man alive in Westeros, and she’ll remain the one girl you could never touch.”

“Oh brother,” Aegon stood and rounded the bed to stand face to face with Aemond; much like he had early with his mother. “For that I’m going to make her scream my name while you watch.”

...

Alicent passed back and forth in front of the fireplace biting her thumbnail. She lost her composure, she knew that. She knew she was wrong to have slapped Aegon. She was wrong for making him keep her affair secret. Viserys was right to threaten to take the children away. If she’d slap Aegon, who’s to say what she’d do when her other children brought her to anger. She sent her father away long ago. His presence only further incensed her anxiety.

By now, almost everyone was in bed or preparing to be so. Alicent couldn’t walk past their doors knowing the judgment that radiated behind them. Her pride and regret were at war with one another. The crackle of the fire drew her attention. She became lost in the flames. Fire and Blood were the words of the house she married into. Maybe that explained why she spent over half her marriage with her own blood boiling. This was the tipping point.

“You should try and rest.” A level voice spoke from the archway of the hallway leading to the stairs. “You’ll need all your faculties for the morning’s conversations.”

Alicent’s relaxed curls draped over her shoulder as she went to address the speaker. Rhaenyra.

“Please don’t wear the facade of worry. It’s unbecoming of you.” Alicent’s tongue hadn’t dulled. Here was an external target after her inward massacre.

“I worry for my half-siblings. They’re blameless in this.” She took steps to further herself into the room. “It hurts. Doesn’t it?” Rhaenyra cocked her head in rhetorical questioning. “Having your intimate life gutted and displayed for vultures to feast on.”

“The irony isn’t lost on me.” Alicent dismissively waved Rhaenyra away.

“And yet we live through this cliche. The pious turned sinner. The righteous banner fallen to the flames of indulgences.” Rhaenyra couldn’t help but let a little bit of satisfaction drip into her words.

Alicent’s arms were folded protectively over her one another, hiding her chest and how it heaved. “Where have you been all this time, hm? Playing house with your lovers and your father’s money. You ran from one flight of fancy to another. Fleeing duty, while the rest of us were left to carry on the burdens of your family name.”

“You chose this Alicent!” Rhaenyra retorted exasperated. “You chose. Your choice. Am I supposed to thank you for your election to marry Viserys and become queen of country club society?”

“You and your uncle, so quick to flee from the duty your name holds. Who else was left to hold up tradition and respectability.”

“Some traditions are best left in the past, Alicent! Look how the burden of them has destroyed you and your children!”

“And what do you know of my children?”

“I have eyes Alicent. Aegon carries the weight of all your regrets to the point where he withdraws into vice just to feel something other than the crushing knowledge that all his mother’s dreams died with him. Helaena is only as functioning as she is because the seven blessed us with Y/N. Do you really think she’s so quiet, or did you notice that she spends half her nights at our house rather than yours?”

“Stop it!” Alicent shouted the command but it settled as more of a plea with her hands over her ears.

“Aemond harms himself in the desperate search for a scrap of attention. All those achievements… he pushes himself to extremes in the hope that this next accomplishment will be the one that gets you to see him. And Daeron, well his Ipad has been his parent for some time now. My father isn’t blameless, but godsdamn Alicent I never thought you were one to give up.”

“I tried!” Alicent’s voice was stretched and scratchy with the strain of the day. “So damn hard that it broke me and I didn’t even want any of this!”

Taken aback, Rhaenyra studied the splintered woman in front of her. “Then why do any of it?”

“Because I thought I was doing what was right.” She sobbed out, finally letting her blood boil over into tears that had for long run dry. “I was doing what I was taught was right by the faith. Push want aside for honor. My father thought it was the right choice. My only choice.”

A breath two decades withheld deflated from Rhaenyra’s lungs. “Oh Alicent.”

…

Y/N spent her shower sobering a bit and replaying the night’s incidents. Another marriage who’s nail in the coffin was a child catching the act of infidelity. She was the only one in the house who could understand that perceived guilt. She felt empathy for Aegon and horror at his abuse. It was no surprise that her limbs acted on one accord with her emotions. She was carried to his door. Just outside of it she heard rumbling, a crash, and a string of cuss words. Everyone on this side of the house must have taken their Ambien tonight, as she was the only one concerned.

She dashed into the room not knowing what to expect, but certainly not expecting the scene in front of her. Aemond had Aegon by the throat on the floor. His knee was pinning Aegon’s legs down to avoid any kick up. Aegon was doing his best to swing at his brother’s jaw and scratch at his hands. Since Aemond’s growth spurt he’d had the upper hand as he’d always been the better fighter of the two.

“What in the seven hells?” Y/N rushed over to Aemond and hooked her arms under his and tried to pull him up. He heard her but he’d yet to process her presence or words. His reasoning was glazed over by the malice he felt. “Get off of him.”

Locking in like she was the anchor in a game of tug-of-war, Y/N heaved again. It was enough of a reprieve of pressure for Aegon to free his legs and bring a knee to Aemond’s gut. Aemond relinquished his hold on his brother’s throat and it sent him and Y/N spilling backwards. Luckily Y/N landed without much airtime as she was already low to the ground. She landed on her bottom with Aemond splayed over her lap. His hair fanned her like a blanket.

The sounds of labored breathing filled the room for the duration it took the shock to wear off. Y/N didn’t dare move with a recently volatile Aemond on her. Aemond’s limbs felt the ache of adrenaline and he didn’t care to move. Aegon rubbed the tender skin of his neck. He was the first to climb to his feet. He took a cold soda from the mini fridge next to his bed and held it to his neck. Watching him care for his injury persuaded Y/N to take action. With gentleness, she slid Aemond off her lap and onto the cool floor beneath her.

She approached Aegon with worried care. Aegon allowed her to lift the soda can up to investigate his injuries. Y/N’s back was to Aemond, but he didn’t need to see her front to know her expression was one of concerned care. He could see it in the way Aegon’s creases softened. He knew it in the way Aegon allowed her in his proximity. Aegon was a bloody fool. He spent so long torturing Aemond and Jace over their affection for Y/N. It distracted him from the longing he felt for her. It was evident in the way he sought comfort in her touch.

Aemond straightened himself into a seated position before he spoke. His arms wrapped around his criss-crossed legs to give himself some comfort. His voice was as small as he could make it. “Why are you helping him?”

Y/N didn’t take her eyes off Aegon. She was guiding him to sit on the bed while she remained staning, holding the soda can. “Because he’s hurt.” She answered as it was obvious to her.

“No,” Aemond cleared his throat and spoke a bit louder. “Why are you here? You hate him.”

Y/N deadpanned and turned her disapproving gaze to Aemond. “I can have my disagreements with someone and still care for them when I know they’re hurting.”

Aegon sucked his teeth and released into a cocky smile like he had as a child. Due to her turn, Y/N couldn’t see Aegon’s face. It was reminiscent of the shit eating grins he’d wear when standing behind one of their parents on the rare occasion he wasn’t the one being scolded. Aegon didn’t need to speak for his previous words to repeat in Aemond’s mind. The childish expression was enough.

“Do you know what he said about you?” Aemond’s jaw hardened, teeth ground in irritation at his brother’s perceived upperhand. He wanted to hurt Aegon. If he couldn’t physically, then emotionally. Even if it scorched Y/N.

Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion. Was this fight not over their mother and father? “What do you mean?”

Aemond stood at this and strode towards Y/N. He looked down upon her. There was a storm raging in him. “You stand here nursing his wounds but do you know what he says behind your back?”

All enjoyment evaporated from Aegon. “Aemond.” He warned, voice hoarse. Y/N’s attention went from one brother to another and back.

“You’re to be mounted and rode. He’d fuck you infront of me to prove a point.” Aemond continued as Y/N’s eyes widened at the crassness of it all. “And that was only tonight. To others, you’re the snatch on the side for when he’s finally bored enough to let you get it wet.”

Y/N’s eyes watered. She didn’t want to believe it. Aemond grasped hold of her chin and turned her neck to land her waterworks on Aegon. He wanted her to see the man she was doting on. See the real Aegon. In turn, Aegon had the good sense to advert his focus in shame at his words. He itched with regret over his loose lips. He never thought Y/N would hear his words and he didn’t even know why he said them. It was the rise from others, the attention, and the satisfaction he received from it that fueled his disgusting claims.

Y/N knew Aegon’s tells as well as Aemonds. He never made eye contact when caught in something shameful. Regrettably, she adopted the Targaryen tendency to make the world burn with her when hurt.

“Your jollies come from defacing the few who foolishly show you some affection. You’re pathetic.” Y/N spat. The soda can fell to Aegon’s lap.

Aegon’s sight focused on her pleadingly. “Y/N.”

“No.” She held up her hand to stop him from going further. “No more excuses. No more apologies. You want to talk like fleabottom trash, then be it too. Don’t call me when you’re drunk and crying. Don’t text and ask me to drive an hour to pick you up from whatever university bar you’re puking in. In fact, do me a favor and choke on your vomit next time. Maybe that will finally shut your foul mouth.”

Aemond snickered and it drew Y/N to turn on him. “And you, fuck you for being so bitter that you’d break me to watch him bleed.”

Aemond stumbled back as she pushed him out of her way. He allowed it in his shock. He hadn’t thought his admissions would be turned back on him. He hoped they’d make her seek him out in comfort.

“You both can kill each other for all I care.” Y/N stormed out of the room. Tears fell from her eyes with every step and she tried to dry them. The door slammed at her exit and it startled both brothers, making them plummet into the mess they’d made.

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