#should have just used a cup ffs

[scrawnytreedemon]

Guess which idiot got stung trying to corral a wasp out their window... with their hand.

[moshuka]

winner- p. bueckers

stewie version here

!! - my stewie fic but rewritten (i changed the names) for paige bc she’s more popular in terms of ff

!! - dom!paige, 2.7k of pure smut

Paige just finished playing in her first National Championship. They won, of course. Everyone is getting ready to head out, so Paige walks out of the locker room when she spots the cheerleaders packing up their megaphones, pompoms etc.

She spots a certain cheerleader having some trouble caring her megaphone with all her other items. She walks over to you. “Need any help?” She asks softly with a smile.

“P!” You exclaim, bringing her into a hug. “You won! You played so good!”

She chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Thanks, baby. You cheered me on well.”

You let her drive you back to the hotel. The entire drive, her hand found place on your upper thigh, rubbing the skin beneath your cheer skirt softly.

As you guys arrived back, you both went straight to your hotel room. As soon as the door was closed, Paige had you pinned against the wall. Her body was pressed against yours.

“You did so good out there today,” she mumbled against your neck, pressing kisses to the skin.

“You did better, Miss National Championship winner.” You grin, tilting your head back.

She hummed against your skin before she began leaving hickeys down your neck. “And here I was gonna take you out for a nice dinner,” she whispered as her lips latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

“Paige…” You muttered, bringing you arm up to grasp at the back of her jersey.

She groaned against your skin before she grabbed you thighs, picking you up. Her lips moved to your jawline, placing kisses on your skin. “But first, I wanna make a mess of you,” she muttered against your jawline.

She carried you towards the bed, laying you down gently on the mattress before crawling over you. Her eyes trailed up and down your body.

“You look so good in your cheer uniform, baby,” she said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. A smirk tugged on her lips as she moved on hand down your body until she reached the skirt of your uniform.

“But you���d look so much better with it off,” she joked, tugging at the fabric of the skirt.

You blushed heavily before smacking her shoulder. “Shut up,” you muttered, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

She chuckled before taking your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Why should I? You’re so cute when you’re all flustered,” she said, her eyes studying you again.

Her gaze was intense, making you squirm under it. Her smirk grew, enjoying seeing you struggle under her. “Already getting so flustered and all I’ve done is pin your wrists and look at you,” she teased before shifting her body, pinning your legs with leg in between yours to prevent you from moving.

“Wait.” You say. “Wait, is this— are you going to ignore this? Tomorrow, are you going to act like this,” you gesture to the both of you, “never happened?”

Her smirk drops, being replaced with a soft frown. “Of course not, baby.” She said, her voice soft and gentle. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t wanna pretend this didn’t happen.”

She let go of your wrists, reaching up and gently brushing your hair behind your ear. “What made you think that?”

“We’re not together,” you breathe, “I don’t want this to fuck us up.”

“It won’t.” She reassured. “This isn’t going to fuck us up.”

She gently cupped your face in her hands. “Baby, I promise you that this is not going to mess us up. If anything, this helps us.”

She softly chuckled a moment before continuing, “Because I want us to be a thing, I don’t want to hide this from anybody. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You nod. “Okay. Okay, make me feel good.”

She chuckled, her smirk returning to her face again. “I can definitely do that.” She mumbled before moving her hands away from your face. She started to pull your cheer shirt up, lifting it above your torso before tossing the garment away.

“You’re beautiful,” she muttered as her eyes roamed your body again, studying every inch. “I’m a bit overdressed.”

She pulled her jersey off, tossing it to the side. You run your hands down her body, grasping at her abs.

She shuddered under your touch, her skin prickling at the feeling. You both knew one another well, but not at this extent.

She softly bit her lip as your hands continued to roam her body, touching every available spot. “Feels good,” she muttered, shuddering again as you let your hands glide down her side and back up her stomach.

“Yeah?” You reply, grinning. Your hands traced her abs, gently running your nails over her skin.

She shuddered yet again as her eyes shut, enjoying the sensation. “Don’t get cocky,” she mumbled out, struggling to stay composed.

She tugs at your cheer skirt. “Off.”

“You saying I can’t be cocky when I’m the one making the star basketball player shudder with little touches?” You joked before lifting your legs up, letting her slide your legs out of the skirt.

She groaned before crawling over you once again. She planted her knees on either side of your hips, effectively pinning you beneath her.

“I suppose so,” she mumbled before bringing her attention back to your body. Her lips attacked your neck, kissing and biting at the skin all over. Her teeth nipped at your collarbone, grazing across the sensitive skin.

Her hands gently grasped your hips, her fingers digging into your skin.

You let your eyes flutter close, enjoying the feeling of her lips all over your skin. You knew your neck would be covered in hickeys come tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

You reached your hands up, tangling your fingers in her hair, lightly tugging at the roots. “Touch me.”

She groaned against your neck before she began moving down your body. Her lips left a trail of kisses down your chest before stopping just below your stomach. She lifted her head slightly, locking her gaze with yours.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She asked, her tone cheeky.

“Fuck, you know where.”

Her smirk widened, enjoying the way she could get you flustered. She moved herself onto her stomach, situating herself between your legs.

Her eyes flicked from yours down to your thigh, and an idea popped in her head. She gently bit the skin of your inner thigh, earning a gasp from you as well as your hands grasping her hair again.

She chuckled against your skin before continuing to bite and suck on the sensitive skin. She would leave a mark before moving over to another part of your thigh, determined to mark up your skin.

She continued to bite and suck on the skin until she was satisfied with how many marks were visible on your thigh.

She lifted her head slightly, looking over the marks left on your thigh. You were sure there’d be a constellation of hickeys by morning.

“Look how pretty you are,” she said, gently running her fingers over the marks. “All marked up.”

You try to close your legs. There’s a small (large) wet patch on your panties.

She chuckled and stopped you from closing your legs with her thigh. “Not so fast, baby,” she said, her smirk returning.

She slowly ran her fingers up your inner thigh, stopping right before she reached your core. Her thumb hooked on the waistband of your underwear. “All marked up just for me.”

You let out a whine as her thumb hooked around the waistband of your underwear. She was so close to where you wanted her, but she continued to tease.

“Please,” you breathed out, “please touch me. Stop teasing me.”

“Only because that pleading tone sounds so good,” she mumbled as your please earned a reaction out of her.

She gently pushed your thighs further apart before beginning to press gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Her lips left a trail of kisses until she was right by your cunt.

“So needy for me,” she said, her breath fanning over your clothed pussy.

You let out a soft moan at her words, pushing your hips up slightly. “Only for you,” you mumbled, trying to get any kind of friction you could.

She chuckled teasingly before running her thumb over your damp underwear. You shudder under her touch, wanting more than what her hands were giving you.

“Already wet for me,” she mumbled as she continued to slowly run her thumb back and forth over your clothed clit. She liked watching you squirm, enjoying how you tried to get her to give you more than her touch.

Her hand began to pull your underwear down your legs, but she stopped for a moment. “Lift your hips for me,” she said.

You followed her instructions, lifting your hips up as she began pulling your underwear down your body. She discarded the garment somewhere in the room before her eyes trailed back up to your body.

Her eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your naked torso for the first time. “So beautiful,” she mumbled, running her hands up your thighs.

She gently spread your legs, taking in the sight of your body. Her eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how flustered you were.

“Relax,” she mumbled, rubbing gentle circles on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she leaned forward and gently blew on your pussy.

You let out a squeak at the action, your hands grasping at the sheets beneath you. She smirked against your skin, enjoying seeing you so worked up for her.

“Already so sensitive and I’ve barely touched you,” she murmured, dragging her lips over your folds.

“Please…” You breathed out, your breathing getting heavier already. Her lips and breath against you was enough to drive you crazy, and she hadn’t even begun yet.

She hummed against your skin, continuing to lightly brush her lips over your core, leaving teasing kisses.

She chuckled before finally swiping her tongue through your folds, leaving a trail of wetness from the action. You let out a gasp again, and she hummed against you again, causing a vibration.

“So sensitive,” she mumbled, her hot breath fanning over your skin again.

Her tongue began to slowly move over your core, licking at your sensitive skin. Her lips latched on to your clit, sucking on it gently.

You moan and tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging on her roots. “Paige, I—“

She groaned against your skin at the feel of you tugging her hair, not expecting the action. She sucked on your clit for a moment longer before pulling her mouth away.

“Use your words, baby,” she murmured, gently biting your inner thigh before looking up at you. “You look so pretty when you’re all flustered and needy.”

“Fuck, keep touching me.” You moan out.

She chuckled at your moan. “Needy, are we?”

She began to run her tongue along your folds again, slowly circling your clit. You moan again as you grip at her hair, pushing her head closer to your cunt.

“Paige, ple—“ You moaned out as she began nipping and sucking on your clit again, lapping her tongue over your sensitive bud. The feeling of her tongue against you made your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

She groaned against you, enjoying the way you were tugging her hair once more. Her hands gripped your thighs, digging into the skin.

She continued to work her tongue over your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her hands grabbed at your thighs, squeezing the skin. She knew tomorrow morning there’d be red handprints all over the skin.

You began to squirm beneath her, her tongue bringing you closer to release. “P, need your fingers.”

She smirked against your skin before gently biting your inner thigh. “Bossy,” she muttered before gently flicking her tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You let out another moan before tugging on her hair again. “Please.” You breathed out, wanting more from her. “please, fingers.”

Her smirk widened at your pleas, loving how desperate you were for her touch. She removed one hand from your thigh, bringing it closer to your pussy.

Her fingers gently teased around your entrance, not giving you the want you wanted. “Needy,” she murmured against you, “so desperate for my touch.”

She circled her fingers around your entrance, still not inserting them. She pressed light kisses to your inner thighs, wanting to hear you whimper again.

“Stop teasing,” you whine, trying to push your hips down against her fingers, wanting anything. “Need your fingers. Make me feel good.”

Her hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t move them.

Her smirk widened again before she finally pushed a finger inside of your cunt. You gasped at the feeling, the feeling of her finger finally inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” she mumbled against your skin, watching your face while she slowly pushed her finger in and out of you.

Her tongue began to slowly run over your sensitive skin again, working together with her finger to bring you to orgasm.

You gasped again at the combination of her tongue and fingers, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your hands fisted the sheets as your body grew hot. “Close,” you breathe out as her finger curled inside of you.

She looked up briefly to see your face, your eyes shut, your lips parted, your hair splayed out on the pillows. She thought you looked absolutely beautiful like this.

She continued to curl her finger inside of you, hitting the spot that made you see white. Her tongue began to swirl over your clit, adding even more stimulation.

“Baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Gonna cum, baby, please don’t stop.”

Her smirk widened, and she added a second finger, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Her fingers and tongue worked in sync, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell you were close from the way you began to moan her name.

She kept working her fingers and tongue, determined to watch you cum. Her fingers continued to curl inside of you, each move bringing you closer and closer.

Your breathing began to get heavier, your body getting hot. You were close, so close. You felt your release beginning to build, her fingers and tongue bringing you to your climax.

“Paige, baby, gonna—“ you gasp out, unable to finish your sentence before you felt yourself let go.

Your body convulsed, a moan getting caught in your throat. Your thighs trembled as your body rode out its high, your legs shaking around her head.

She groaned against your skin, feeling your thighs tighten around her head as your body convulsed beneath hers. Her fingers and tongue continued to work you through your climax, wanting to milk all she could.

She looked up at you to watch your face, watching you lose yourself completely. You were beautiful. You were gorgeous.

Eventually, she removed her fingers and tongue when you began to come down, leaving gentle kisses on your skin.

Your body felt exhausted, breathing heavily, as you attempted to come back down from your high. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting her gaze.

She smirked a bit and gently moved so that she was lying next to you, pulling you against her. “Feel good?” She asked, her tone somewhat cocky.

You groaned softly and buried your face into her neck. “Shut up,” you mumbled, still out of breath.

Her smirk turned into a grin as she held you against her. “I’m assuming that means I did good,” she joked, gently rubbing her hand over your back.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled against her skin, trying to sound annoyed but your tone betrayed you when your lips curled into a small smile. “You know what you did.”

She chuckled, continuing to rub her hand over your back. “You know you loved it,” she replied, her cocky tone returning.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, finally lifting your head up to look at her. “You’re the best. Are you happy now?”

She smirked again and grabbed your chin in her hand, holding your face in front of hers. “Now that you’re mine?” she said before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Extremely.”

[novaursa]

Between Pride and Fire (driftmark)

- Summary: It was a challenge of the hunt that drew the lion to you, but it was your fire that made him yours.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (because of some scenes)

- Previous part: lion's den

- Next part: the flint

- Tag(s): @punk-in-docs @barnes70stark @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround

The dining hall of the Red Keep glowed softly beneath the warm light of a dozen candelabras, their flames casting a gentle shimmer over the long table. The family had gathered as King Viserys wished, the evening an affair meant for unity and harmony amidst the tumult of the court. Silver goblets shone next to plates laden with roasted meats, honeyed fruits, and crusty bread. Servants moved quietly along the table’s edges, refilling wine and delivering fresh platters.

At the head of the table sat King Viserys, whose smile tonight seemed genuine, his face brighter with warmth than it had been in moons. At his right was Queen Alicent, regal as ever in emerald silk, her hands neatly folded as she oversaw the table with a critical but composed gaze. You and Jason were seated near Rhaenyra and Laenor on the opposite end, where your eldest children—Leona and Loren—shared animated conversations with their cousins.

It was a scene of relative calm—until Viserys cleared his throat, signaling to the table.

“Before we enjoy the bounty of this evening,” he began, his voice steady but strained with effort, “I would like us to begin with a prayer. A moment of reflection and gratitude is owed to the gods—particularly the Seven—who have given us this meal and this family.”

You exchanged a glance with Jason, whose expression immediately quirked with amusement, though he wisely said nothing. The king was not a man who favored the Seven.

Alicent, sensing her moment, smiled and inclined her head. “A wise suggestion, Your Grace.” She turned toward the table, her voice clear and even. “The Faith has sustained the realm for centuries, uniting all under the blessings of the Seven. It is good that we should take a moment to remember their guidance.”

Jason, seated beside you, shifted slightly in his chair, his posture loose and entirely unbothered as he reached lazily for his goblet.

Alicent caught his movement, her gaze sharpening just a little as she turned her attention to him. “Does that amuse you, Lord Jason?” she asked, her tone polite but edged. “Do you not consider yourself a religious man?”

Jason froze mid-sip, though only for the briefest of moments. A smirk tugged at his lips as he set the goblet down, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I do, Your Grace,” he replied smoothly, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I hold the gods very close to my heart. I pray often.”

He leaned closer to you then, lowering his voice just enough that only you could hear. “Usually when I’m between your legs, wife.”

Your eyes widened in alarm as you shot him a sharp glare, cheeks flushing despite yourself. “Jason!” you hissed softly, nudging his shin beneath the table. “You’ll hold your tongue if you value your head.”

Jason only grinned like a cat who’d caught a mouse, entirely unrepentant.

The exchange, however, had not gone entirely unnoticed. Laenor Velaryon, who was seated across from you, had clearly heard the comment. He snorted into his wine, nearly choking on his sip before bursting into laughter. “Gods, Jason,” Laenor coughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re going to get yourself thrown out of King’s Landing.”

Rhaenyra, seated beside him, gave him a sharp nudge with her elbow. “Laenor, stop,” she muttered, though even she struggled to hide the smirk pulling at her lips.

“Apologies,” Laenor said with a grin, raising his cup to Jason with mock solemnity. “To piety, then.”

“Indeed,” Jason replied, smirking triumphantly as he lifted his goblet in response.

You turned sharply to Jason, muttering under your breath, “That was terrible.”

“And yet you adore me,” he quipped softly, his tone teasing as ever.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the table, your daughter Aemma had struck up an animated conversation with Princess Helaena, whose fingers toyed with a small, delicate beetle crawling carefully along her palm.

“What is its name?” Aemma asked curiously, leaning forward to inspect the creature.

Helaena smiled faintly, tilting her hand so Aemma could see. “I call him Nymis. He’s a dung beetle, but he’s very clever, you know. He always rolls his food the same way.”

Aemma gasped softly, her curls bouncing as she smiled. “He’s so small. Can he do tricks?”

Helaena nodded sagely. “If you watch closely, he’ll always head toward the light. Bugs are wiser than people think.”

At that moment, Aemond—ever watchful and quiet—appeared at Helaena’s other side. He glanced between the two girls, then down at the beetle. “It’s just a bug,” he said dismissively, though his tone lacked malice.

“It’s Nymis,” Helaena corrected sharply, her gaze darting to her younger brother.

Aemma, quick to defend her aunt, folded her arms. “He’s very clever, Uncle Aemond.”

Aemond regarded her for a moment, his eyes narrowing as though considering whether to argue. But after a pause, he sighed and stepped closer, peering at the beetle curiously. “What does it eat?” he asked, his voice softening.

Helaena perked up, pleased to have drawn his interest. “Mostly dung, but sometimes fruit. Shall I show you?”

Aemma nodded eagerly. “Yes, show us!”

The three of them huddled together, their conversation turning quiet and earnest as Helaena explained the beetle’s habits. It was a rare moment of harmony, and you smiled softly as you caught sight of Aemma chatting so gently with her uncle and aunt.

Elsewhere along the table, Jace and Luke were engaged in a lively conversation with Leona and Loren, while Aegon called for a servant to pour him another cup of wine.

“Do you think Vaelora could outfly Vermax?” Jace asked, his voice brimming with challenge as he grinned at Leona.

“Easily,” Leona replied, smirking as she took a bite of bread. “Vaelora is stronger and faster.”

“She’s only faster because she’s smaller,” Luke interjected, his face scrunched in thought. “Vermax is still growing.”

“Morghan doesn’t need to race,” Loren added quietly, his tone matter-of-fact as ever. “He’d win if it came to a fight.”

“That’s not fair,” Jace replied, though he was grinning. “Morghan’s nearly black as night. He’d disappear in the dark.”

“Exactly,” Loren said with a nod.

The children’s banter continued, growing louder with the occasional peal of laughter, as young Tyland and Daena whispered conspiratorially to one another at the opposite end. Daena covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a giggle, and Tyland shot you and Jason an occasional glance, as though plotting something only the two of them could understand.

The dinner continued in this lively manner, the table filled with chatter, laughter, and the quiet hum of conversation. At its head, King Viserys looked out over his family—his daughters, sons, grandchildren, and their bonds—and for once, his smile held no trace of sorrow.

That illusion shattered when the heavy doors creaked open and Grand Maester Mellos shuffled into the hall. His face, ashen and drawn, seemed paler than usual beneath the flickering candlelight. A scroll was clutched tightly in his trembling hands, and the sight of him brought an immediate hush to the table. All eyes turned toward him.

King Viserys looked up from his meal, his brow furrowing. “What is it, Mellos?” he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and mild annoyance.

“Forgive the interruption, Your Grace,” Mellos rasped, his voice dry and cracked with age. “A raven has arrived from Driftmark. It bears grave news.”

The silence that followed was palpable, the weight of it pressing upon the hall like a stone. The maester moved slowly toward Viserys, the scroll shaking slightly in his hands. The king took it, his frown deepening as he broke the wax seal and unrolled the message.

The room watched him, tense and expectant. Rhaenyra’s hand went still where it hovered near her goblet, and Laenor’s easy smile faded into something uncertain as his gaze flickered toward the king.

Viserys began to read, his expression softening—then falling. The light that had brightened his eyes all evening dimmed in an instant, replaced with a somber heaviness.

“Father?” Rhaenyra ventured softly, her voice tentative.

Viserys did not immediately respond. He read the letter a second time, as if hoping its words might somehow change. Finally, he exhaled deeply, the sound a whisper of grief, and looked up at the table.

“It is from Driftmark,” Viserys said quietly, his voice almost hoarse. “Lady Laena Velaryon has passed.”

The words struck the room like a hammer blow. A heavy, stunned silence fell over the table.

Laenor froze. For the span of a heartbeat, he did not seem to breathe. His eyes were wide, uncomprehending, as though the words themselves refused to settle in his mind.

“In childbirth,” Viserys continued, his voice quieter still. “She was taken too soon, and… the babe as well.”

Laenor’s goblet slipped from his hand, hitting the table with a dull thud before rolling to the floor. Wine pooled across the white tablecloth, but no one paid it any mind.

“Dead?” Laenor’s voice broke on the word, hoarse and raw. He blinked rapidly, his gaze darting to Rhaenyra as though seeking confirmation. “Laena is dead?”

Rhaenyra was already rising to her feet, her face pale and stricken. “Laenor…”

“No,” Laenor whispered, shaking his head. His voice grew faint, his chest rising and falling sharply as though the room had suddenly lost its air. “No, it cannot be…”

Rhaenyra stepped around the table and gently took his arm. “Come, Laenor,” she said softly, her voice calm but steady. “Let me escort you back to your chambers.”

Laenor did not resist as she pulled him to his feet, though his gaze remained unfocused, his expression blank with disbelief. “She cannot be gone,” he muttered faintly, his voice more to himself than anyone else. “She cannot be…”

Rhaenyra cast a quick glance at her father, then at you, her expression tight with worry. “I’ll see him to his chambers,” she said quietly, leading Laenor from the hall. His steps were sluggish, as though the weight of the news had turned his limbs to stone.

The hall remained silent even after the doors closed behind them. All eyes turned back to Viserys, whose face was etched with grief. Queen Alicent shifted slightly in her seat, her expression carefully composed, though her hands trembled where they rested on the table.

Jason leaned back in his chair, breaking the silence with a quiet exhale. “Gods,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Laena Velaryon… A fine woman, gone too soon.”

Your hand rested lightly on his forearm, though your attention lingered on the king. Viserys was staring into nothingness, his expression haunted.

You leaned toward Jason slightly, your voice low. “This will have struck Uncle Daemon hard as well,” you murmured. “...and their daughters…”

Jason’s brow furrowed as he looked at you, his green eyes searching your face. “The girls. Rhaena and Baela,” he said softly. “Twins, aren’t they?”

You nodded, your heart heavy at the thought of the two young girls. “Yes.”

Jason frowned thoughtfully, swirling the wine in his goblet but not drinking it. “A cruel blow to lose their mother. And Daemon…” He shook his head. “He will not take this well.”

“Would you?” you asked softly, your voice edged with quiet grief. The thought of your own children losing you—of leaving Jason to raise them alone—sent a chill through you.

Jason turned to you, his gaze steady and uncharacteristically serious. He reached for your hand beneath the table, his fingers curling gently around yours. “No,” he said quietly. “I would not.”

You offered him a faint smile, squeezing his hand lightly. It was a small comfort amidst the somber air that now filled the hall.

At the far end of the table, the children sat quietly, their earlier cheer having vanished. Aegon slouched back in his chair, his goblet of wine untouched as he stared absently at the table. Helaena, still clutching her beetle in her hands, looked toward the doorway where Laenor had disappeared, her brow furrowed in quiet confusion.

Aemma sat beside her, glancing nervously between the adults and her cousins. Aemond had sidled closer, his expression guarded as he looked toward his sister and niece. “Is… is someone dead?” he asked softly, as though afraid of the answer.

Helaena nodded faintly, her voice quiet and almost distant. “Laena Velaryon. She was the twins’ mother.”

Aemma’s face fell, her curls framing her round cheeks as she whispered, “That’s very sad.”

Aemond frowned, as though unsure how to respond. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Yes. It is.”

The older children—Leona, Loren, Daena and Tyland, Jace, and Luke—exchanged uncertain glances, their earlier chatter now forgotten. Loren’s hand rested protectively on the hilt of the sword at his side, as though seeking comfort in its solidity.

At the table’s center, Grand Maester Mellos bowed stiffly before Viserys. “The letter requests the presence of House Targaryen and House Lannister for the funeral, Your Grace,” he said solemnly. “The ceremony will be held on Driftmark in the days to come.”

Viserys nodded faintly, though his gaze was distant. “Of course,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. “It must be so.”

Jason leaned back in his chair, watching the king thoughtfully before murmuring softly to you, “It seems we’ll be traveling again soon.”

You nodded, your expression solemn. “For Laena. And for her family.”

As the servants moved quietly to clear the table, the air remained heavy with grief and unspoken words. The news of Laena’s death had darkened the evening beyond repair, and though the feast had begun in joy, it ended in silence.

The black waves crashed softly against the jagged cliffs of Driftmark, the sound of the sea a steady hum that echoed the somber mood of the gathered family and guests. Grey skies loomed heavy above them, a veil of clouds as mournful as the faces of those in attendance. Lady Laena Velaryon's casket had been lowered into the sea moments earlier, her final resting place among her ancestors, the salt water swallowing her body as if to reclaim one of its own.

The funeral repast had begun shortly after, held within an open pavilion on the grounds of High Tide. Tables had been laid with wine, fresh seafood, and bread, but the atmosphere was tense and heavy. Nobles milled about with muted voices, their faces drawn. Mourning clothes of black and dark greys rippled like shadows in the wind.

You and Jason stood near the edge of the pavilion, close enough to observe without being drawn too deeply into the simmering tension. You rested a hand on Jason's arm as your gaze swept over the gathering.

Jason tilted his goblet lazily in his hand, though his sharp green eyes missed nothing. "Gods," he muttered under his breath. "You can feel it in the air, can’t you? They’re like wolves eyeing one another over scraps."

You nodded faintly, your eyes lingering on the scattered clusters of people. House Velaryon, clad in somber silks, kept to themselves. Daemon stood off to the side, his expression unreadable as he stared out at the sea, a goblet dangling loosely from his fingers. Rhaenyra sat beneath the canopy, silent and statuesque, though the hollows beneath her violet eyes told of sleepless nights. Laenor sat beside her, a near-empty goblet clutched tightly in his hand as he murmured aimless words to no one in particular.

“She seems… worn,” Jason observed, his gaze flicking to Rhaenyra. “Even more so than when we arrived.”

You sighed softly, following his gaze. “Word came of Harwin Strong and Lord Lyonel,” you replied quietly. “An accidental fire, they say, at Harrenhal. Harwin and his father are dead.”

Jason scoffed, his lips curling with disbelief. “An accidental fire? Harrenhal is cursed, yes, but no man of sense believes that. Someone wanted the Strong dead, though I doubt we’ll ever hear who.”

You looked away, your voice low and troubled. “Harwin was more than just her sworn protector, Jason.”

Jason’s brow arched, though he seemed unsurprised. “You think I hadn’t noticed? Half the realm whispers of those Strong boys. It’s no secret what he was to her.”

You shot him a sharp look. “She cannot even mourn him openly,” you said, your voice tight. “Whatever he was to her, she loved him. And now she must pretend as though it means nothing.”

Jason inclined his head slightly, his expression softening as he regarded you. “You should speak with her. Rhaenyra will not want for words, but she’ll need to hear some kindness today.”

You nodded, touching his arm lightly before stepping away. “And you? Where will you go?”

Jason’s lips quirked into a faint, roguish smirk as his gaze drifted toward Daemon, still brooding near the cliffs. “I think I’ll go see what the Rogue Prince is brooding about. He looks in need of company.”

“Or a fight,” you muttered under your breath.

Jason chuckled. “Well, he can take it out on me, then. I’ve had enough wine to make it interesting.”

You moved across the pavilion, weaving between somber faces and hushed conversations until you reached Rhaenyra. She sat stiffly at one of the long tables, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she stared down at her goblet. Her expression was carefully schooled, but you could see the grief swimming in her eyes—the kind of grief she dared not show too openly.

“Rhaenyra,” you said softly, stepping up beside her.

She looked up quickly, her violet eyes sharp before they softened at the sight of you. “Sister,” she murmured, forcing a small, tired smile. “You’re kind to come.”

You took a seat beside her, reaching for her hand. “I would not leave you to this alone.”

Rhaenyra glanced down at her lap again, her shoulders stiff. “There is no kindness here,” she said bitterly, her voice low. “Only the weight of what cannot be spoken.”

You squeezed her hand gently. “I know,” you said softly. “I know what Harwin meant to you. And what this loss must feel like.”

Her breath caught faintly, her lips trembling as she turned away. “I cannot even say his name,” she whispered hoarsely. “They watch me for any sign, any flicker of truth. As though my grief were treason.”

You leaned closer, your voice steady and warm. “Let them watch. Your grief is yours, Rhaenyra. No one can take that from you.”

Rhaenyra closed her eyes for a moment, her shoulders rising and falling with a shuddering breath. When she looked back at you, her gaze was softer, though tears still threatened to spill. “Thank you,” she whispered.

You said nothing further, content to sit beside her in quiet support, the unspoken words passing between you as clear as any conversation.

Meanwhile, Jason strode toward Daemon with his usual casual air, a fresh goblet of wine in hand. Daemon stood alone near the edge of the cliffs, the wind whipping his silver hair as he stared out over the vast, churning sea. He didn’t turn as Jason approached.

“If you’ve come to offer condolences, they mean little,” Daemon said coldly, his voice carried on the wind.

Jason smirked faintly as he extended the goblet toward him. “I’ve come to offer wine. Condolences are best left to those who are better at lying.”

Daemon finally glanced at him, his pale lavender eyes sharp and searching. After a pause, he took the goblet with a curt nod. “I suppose that’s better company,” he muttered, taking a long sip.

Jason studied him for a moment before speaking again, his tone light. “She was a strong woman, your Laena. Stronger than most men I’ve known.”

Daemon’s gaze narrowed slightly. “You didn’t know her.”

Jason shrugged. “No, but strength needs no introduction. She fought to live until the very end, didn’t she?”

Daemon looked away, his jaw tightening. “She did.”

For a moment, there was silence between the two men, the wind howling around them as the waves crashed against the rocks below. Then, unexpectedly, Daemon’s lips quirked into something that almost resembled a smirk.

“You know,” Daemon said quietly, turning to face Jason fully, “when Rhaenyra told me you sullied my niece during that royal hunt all those years ago, I wanted to cut your head from your shoulders.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “A fond memory, then.”

Daemon tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming darkly. “You’re lucky you married her. It saved you.”

Jason let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Lucky indeed,” he replied dryly. “Though I think you’d have found me hard to kill.”

Daemon smirked faintly, though the shadows of grief lingered behind his expression. “Perhaps. But if you’re here to humor me, Lannister, you’ll need more wine than that.”

Jason grinned, lifting his own goblet in salute. “I can oblige you there, Prince Daemon.”

And so the two men stood together, their shared silence punctuated only by the wind and the distant crash of waves.

The wind tugged at Leona's silver hair as she stood with her twin, Loren, near the edge of the open pavilion. The sea stretched out before them, vast and grey, reflecting the gloom that hung over Driftmark. Though the adults were occupied with their grief and hushed conversations, the twins—now ten and already bearing the quiet, watchful air of their mother—took it all in with sharp eyes and open ears.

“Look,” Leona murmured to Loren, nudging his arm and tilting her chin slightly toward the far end of the gathering.

There, beneath the shadow of the cliffs, stood The Sea Snake himself, Lord Corlys Velaryon. Beside him, Princess Rhaenys held herself upright, her stoic face revealing little to those who did not know her well. But Leona, perceptive even at her young age, could see the faint tremble of Rhaenys's hands where they gripped her shawl.

Lord Corlys stood tall, his face hard as granite as he stared toward the pavilion. Though he exchanged words with his wife in low tones, his shoulders were tense—almost unmovable.

“They look… angry,” Loren said, his voice quiet as he stood beside his sister, hands clasped behind his back.

“They’ve lost their daughter,” Leona replied softly, though her eyes never left the scene. “You’d be angry, too.”

Loren frowned slightly, his gaze flickering to his sister. “Is this how grown-ups grieve? Standing like statues and saying nothing?”

Leona tilted her head thoughtfully, as though considering the question. “Maybe they don’t know what to say. Maybe it’s easier to say nothing at all.”

Loren huffed softly, shifting his weight. “Then it’s all wrong. People should say something.”

Before Leona could reply, the quiet hum of the repast was interrupted by a sudden commotion. Across the pavilion, two small figures—undeniably familiar—rushed past a servant carrying a heavy tray of wine goblets.

“Daena! Tyland!” Loren said in disbelief, recognizing their younger siblings immediately.

The two culprits were young Tyland and Daena, both red-cheeked and giggling as they darted between guests with little care for propriety. Tyland’s mop of golden curls bounced as he looked over his shoulder at Daena, who was half-running, half-hopping to keep up.

“Slow down!” Daena protested through breathless laughter. “You’re cheating!”

“I am not!” Tyland retorted, grinning as he bolted ahead, narrowly missing a passing servant.

The servant—a young man who had clearly been tasked with delivering wine to the guests—tried to sidestep Tyland, but it was too late. The collision sent the tray tilting, and a chorus of metallic clinks rang out as goblets toppled, sending wine splashing in every direction.

The worst of it landed on a tall figure nearby—Lord Otto Hightower himself.

The gasp that followed seemed to ripple through the pavilion, and Otto froze mid-step, his expression turning thunderous as the red wine soaked into his pristine, pale green cloak.

“Seven hells,” Loren whispered, barely containing his amusement. “They’ve gone and ruined the Hand of the King.”

Otto turned slowly, his face a mask of cold displeasure as he glared at the flustered servant, who stammered apologies while attempting to mop up the spill with a rag. Tyland and Daena had both stopped dead, eyes wide as they realized what had happened.

Otto’s cold gaze fixed on them. “You there,” he said sharply, his voice low but biting. “What is the meaning of this?”

Tyland swallowed nervously, though his usual Lannister boldness flared as he straightened his small shoulders. “It was an accident, my lord,” he said, attempting an innocent tone.

Daena looked up at Otto with wide eyes. “We’re very sorry, my lord Hand,” she said quickly. “We didn’t mean to.”

Otto stared down at the two children for a long moment, his lips pursed as though debating whether to scold them. Before he could speak, however, Jason’s laughter boomed from across the pavilion.

“Careful, my lord Hand!” Jason called, smirking as he approached the scene with a fresh goblet in hand. “Wine stains, but it does bring out the color in your cloak, don’t you think?”

The remark cut the tension somewhat, though Otto’s gaze remained sharp as he turned to regard Jason. “Your children, Lord Jason, might benefit from a firmer hand.”

Jason, unbothered, shrugged. “What’s the harm in a little trouble? They’re lions, after all. They run where they please.” He gave a pointed wink to Tyland and Daena, who both grinned sheepishly.

Leona shook her head from where she and Loren stood, her arms crossed. “They’re going to get away with it,” she muttered. “Father always does this.”

“Because he likes the chaos,” Loren replied with a grin. “And they are funny.”

The twins’ attention shifted again when they noticed a small, awkward group gathered near the far end of the pavilion. Jace and Luke stood slightly apart from their cousins, Baela and Rhaena Targaryen. The four of them looked uncertain, none quite sure how to approach the other.

Leona exchanged a glance with Loren, a silent decision passing between them. “Let’s go,” she said firmly. “They look miserable.”

Loren nodded, already following his sister as they strode across the pavilion.

Jace noticed them first, his expression brightening with relief as they approached. “Leona! Loren!”

“Hello, cousins,” Leona greeted, her voice calm and sure as she stepped between them. She cast a glance at Baela and Rhaena, who were both quiet, their grief evident in their downcast gazes. “You’re Baela and Rhaena, aren’t you?”

Rhaena nodded shyly. “Yes. You’re the Lannister twins,” she murmured, her voice soft.

Leona smiled faintly, tilting her head. “We are,” she said. “We’ve heard about you. My mother says you’re brave girls.”

Baela looked up at that, her eyes sharp despite the sadness in them. “Who said we weren’t?”

Leona’s lips twitched. “No one. It was a compliment.”

Loren stepped closer to Luke, who was fidgeting awkwardly beside Jace. “What were you all talking about before we came over?” Loren asked.

“Nothing,” Jace replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “We weren’t really talking.”

“You were all standing here in silence?” Loren asked incredulously, shooting a look at Leona. “That’s boring.”

“We didn’t know what to say,” Luke muttered, looking toward Baela and Rhaena. “They just lost their mother…”

Baela stiffened slightly, her chin lifting. “We’re fine,” she said quickly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Leona softened at that, stepping closer to the other girl. “You don’t have to be fine,” she said quietly. “Not today.”

Rhaena glanced at her sister, then at Leona, her expression uncertain. “Why are you being nice to us?”

Leona frowned faintly, as though the question didn’t make sense. “Because we’re family,” she replied simply. “And that’s what family does.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and Jace smiled faintly, the tension in his shoulders easing as he looked between the twins and his cousins.

“Come on,” Loren said after a beat, his tone more cheerful as he glanced at Baela and Rhaena. “You can sit with us. No one should have to stand around being sad and awkward.”

Baela shot him a look, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “And what if we don’t want to?”

Loren shrugged. “Then we’ll just stand here with you. It’s your choice.”

Rhaena gave a small, hesitant smile, looking up at her sister. “Let’s sit with them,” she whispered. “Please?”

Baela hesitated before exhaling and nodding. “Fine,” she muttered, though her steps were already following the twins.

Leona and Loren led the way to a nearby bench, pulling the group together as though it had always been meant to be. The weight of grief was still present, but now it was shared, the burden lightened—if only just.

From a distance, you and Jason both noticed the scene, exchanging a small look of approval. In this moment, at least, family held. 

A gentle breeze rustled through the gardens of Driftmark as the children played in small groups, their laughter and soft voices a reprieve from the somber weight hanging over the day. Near the pavilion, under the dappled shade of a tall tree, Aemma Lannister sat beside Helaena Targaryen, the two girls engrossed in their quiet world.

Helaena knelt on the grass, cupping her hands around a fat beetle that she had discovered crawling near a flowerbed. Her pale hair gleamed in the soft light as she inspected the insect with a sort of awestruck fascination. Aemma, sitting primly with her golden curls spilling over her shoulders, watched with wide eyes as Helaena let the beetle crawl along her wrist.

“Does it bite?” Aemma asked hesitantly, leaning just a little closer.

Helaena shook her head with a small, dreamy smile. “No. It’s kind. See how gentle it is? It doesn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Aemma tilted her head, watching the beetle crawl before turning her gaze toward the small gathering of adults nearby. Her parents were speaking quietly with Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, while Rhaenyra and Daemon lingered further off, their expressions distant. She sighed softly before looking back at Helaena. “I don’t think my father likes bugs,” she said matter-of-factly.

Helaena smiled faintly, not looking up. “Most people don’t. But they’re wonderful if you take the time to see them.”

Aemma pondered this, her brow furrowed in that serious way children sometimes had. “I suppose that’s true,” she said at last. “But I still don’t think I’d want one crawling on me.”

Nearby, just within earshot, Aegon and Aemond stood together, though their postures could not have been more different. Aegon slouched lazily against the trunk of a tree, arms crossed, his pale hair tousled from the wind. He wore a faint scowl, his gaze wandering aimlessly until it landed on Helaena. His lips curled slightly, and he muttered under his breath.

“I don’t want to marry her.”

Aemond, standing straighter and more composed than his older brother, turned sharply at the complaint. His violet eyes narrowed as he shot Aegon an irritated look. “Don’t say that,” he said firmly. “She’s our sister.”

“That’s the problem,” Aegon replied, huffing. “She’s strange. Talks to bugs, sings to herself. I don’t want her.” He gestured lazily toward Helaena, who was still preoccupied with her beetle. “Besides, the gods wouldn’t make me marry her, would they?”

“Stop whining,” Aemond shot back, his tone colder now. “It’s your duty, and you’ll do as you’re told.”

Aegon rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by the scolding. His attention drifted away from Helaena and settled instead on Leona Lannister, who stood at the center of a small group of cousins with her twin, Loren. The way Leona held herself—straight-backed and regal, her silver hair shining like fire—caught Aegon’s attention.

“Why can’t I marry someone like her?” he grumbled, more to himself than to Aemond. “Leona wouldn’t let me look twice at bugs. She’d probably kill me if I tried.”

Aemond, though annoyed, couldn’t hide the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “She would,” he replied dryly. “And you deserve it.”

Aegon snorted, pushing himself off the tree and stretching lazily. “I’ll wager there’s more wine in the pavilion. I’ll be happier when I’ve found it.”

“Drinking won’t solve anything,” Aemond muttered, though Aegon ignored him, already walking off with his usual air of indifference.

Aemond watched him leave, his mouth pressed into a thin line, before turning his gaze back to Aemma and Helaena. Helaena had released her beetle now, watching it disappear into the grass, while Aemma hummed softly to herself, tugging at a loose thread on her dress.

Taking a deep breath, Aemond approached them, his hands clasped behind his back. Aemma noticed him first, her bright eyes looking up as he came to stand beside her.

“Aemond,” she said cheerfully. “Are you sad?”

The question caught him off guard, and he blinked. “What?”

“You look sad,” Aemma repeated simply, tilting her head as she studied him. “Is it because of the funeral?”

Aemond hesitated, glancing briefly at Helaena, who watched him with her usual faraway expression. He sighed softly and sat down on the grass beside them, his posture still rigid despite the relaxed setting. “No,” he admitted quietly. “Not that. Not just that.”

Aemma watched him carefully, her small face full of concern. “Then what is it?”

Aemond looked away, his eyes fixing on the horizon where the sea met the sky. “It’s because I still don’t have a dragon,” he said finally, his voice quieter now. “Everyone else does—Jace, Luke, Aegon… even Leona and Loren. But not me.”

Helaena, still playing with the grass, spoke softly without looking up. “You will, Aemond.”

Aemond frowned. “How do you know?”

“Because dragons come to those who are worthy,” she replied simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Aemond didn’t look convinced, but before he could argue, Aemma spoke up again. “I don’t have a dragon either,” she said, smiling faintly. “Neither do Tyland or Daena. Or the babies. There’s lots of us without dragons.”

Aemond turned to look at her, surprised. “But your brother and sister have dragons,” he said, his tone cautious. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

Aemma shook her head. “No. Morrath is Mother’s dragon, but I think she’ll give us eggs when we’re ready. Maybe I’ll have a dragon one day, like Leona and Loren.” Her voice softened slightly as she added, “Or maybe not. But I don’t mind.”

Aemond studied her for a long moment, her calmness in the face of his own frustration striking something within him. At last, he let out a quiet breath and said, “When I have my dragon, I’ll share it with you.”

Aemma’s eyes widened in surprise, and her smile grew. “You would?”

Aemond nodded firmly, his expression resolute. “Yes. I promise.”

Helaena looked up at him then, her gaze clear for the first time, as though she were seeing something beyond the present. “It will come,” she said softly. “It always comes.”

Aemma reached out and took Aemond’s hand in her small one, her smile bright and sincere. “Thank you, Aemond.”

The boy’s cheeks flushed slightly, though he said nothing, simply giving her a small nod in return. The three of them sat in silence after that, the wind carrying the scent of salt and sea, the laughter of their cousins a distant hum in the background. For now, amidst the grief and uncertainty of the day, Aemma’s quiet assurance settled something within Aemond.

He would wait for his dragon. And when it came, he would share its fire.

The guest chambers allotted to House Lannister during their stay at Driftmark were stately but cold, as though even the stones of High Tide carried the weight of the day’s grief. A single hearth crackled with a reluctant fire, its glow stretching across the chamber’s darkened walls and pooling at the edge of the grand bed.

Jason stood near the window, his doublet undone, his golden hair catching the dim light as he gazed out toward the darkening sea. The moon hung low on the horizon, its reflection broken by waves that rose and fell like quiet sighs.

“Seven hells,” Jason muttered under his breath, his voice carrying just enough for you to hear as you loosened your bodice, seated on the edge of the bed. “Even for a funeral, this whole ordeal felt… wrong.”

You glanced up, your brow arching faintly. “What do you mean?”

Jason turned, his green eyes sharp and unreadable as he regarded you for a moment before stepping closer, his boots muffled by the ornate carpet. “What do I mean?” he echoed softly, though there was no humor in his tone. “This place feels like a barrel of wildfire waiting for a single spark. The funeral, the whispers, the silence—it was all wrong. There’s more grief here than for Laena alone.”

You studied him carefully, sensing the truth in his words. The air around Driftmark had been heavy, full of unspoken animosity—a dread that had bled into the very walls. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Jason leaned down and pulled you toward him, his hands finding your waist as he spoke again, quieter this time. “But I don’t want to speak of it anymore.”

“Jason—” you began, but he cut you off with a kiss.

The taste of wine lingered faintly on his lips, but the heat in the kiss was unmistakable. His fingers pressed gently into your waist, pulling you flush against him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Whatever heaviness had weighed on him moments ago seemed forgotten as he claimed your mouth with familiar confidence.

You let out a soft hum of protest, though it quickly melted into something else entirely as Jason’s hands moved to cradle your face. When he pulled back, his gaze was dark with intent, his smirk faint and roguish. “Enough about funeral pyres and ghosts, wife,” he murmured. “I’d rather remind myself of the living.”

You huffed lightly, though you could feel the flush rising to your cheeks. “Always the insufferable charmer.”

“And yet, you suffer me gladly,” he teased, leaning in again to trail kisses along the curve of your jaw. His fingers worked quickly to untie the rest of your bodice, the silks loosening as his lips found the tender spot just below your ear.

Your breath hitched. “Jason—”

“Shh,” he murmured against your skin, his tone dropping to a low rumble that sent heat pooling low in your belly. “No interruptions.”

With practiced ease, Jason pulled you fully to your feet, guiding you backward toward the bed as his mouth found yours again. The kiss was deeper now, hungrier, as though he were determined to banish every shadow lingering in his mind. You didn’t resist—couldn’t resist—as his hands worked to rid you of your gown, the fabric slipping from your shoulders like water.

Within moments, you were both tugging at one another’s clothes, driven by the shared heat that ignited so easily between you. Jason’s doublet fell to the floor, followed quickly by the rest of his attire, until his skin pressed against yours. He grinned against your mouth, his hands firm on your hips as he lowered you onto the bed. “You’re too beautiful for grief,” he murmured, his voice roughened with desire. “Let me make you forget.”

You gasped softly as he kissed his way down your throat, his body settling atop yours with deliberate care. Your hands tangled in his golden hair, tugging him closer as his name fell from your lips in a whisper. He slid one hand down to grip your thigh, shifting to position himself—

The sharp rap-rap-rap of knuckles against the chamber door shattered the moment.

“Lord Jason! Princess Y/N!” a voice called through the thick wood. It was Ser Harrold Westerling, his tone apologetic but urgent. “Forgive me, my lord, my lady, but you are needed immediately in the throne room.”

Jason froze, his forehead dropping to rest against your collarbone as a frustrated groan escaped him. “Gods, give me strength,” he muttered.

“Ser Harrold,” you called out, your voice faintly strained as you tried to steady your breathing. “What has happened?”

“There has been an incident, Princess,” Harrold replied from the other side of the door. “I cannot say more, but it sounds dire. The king has sent for you both.”

You glanced down at Jason, who had rolled off of you and onto his back, his face twisted in a scowl as he stared up at the canopy above. “I’ll have the man crowned if he learns better timing,” he grumbled bitterly.

You sat up, quickly gathering the sheets around yourself as you reached for your discarded gown. “It sounds serious, Jason.”

Jason sat up beside you, muttering curses under his breath as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his breeches. “It always sounds serious,” he muttered as he yanked the fabric into place. “Why now? Why at this exact moment?”

You smirked faintly despite the tension in the air, shooting him a look as you pulled your gown back over your shoulders. “Perhaps it’s the gods punishing you for being insatiable.”

Jason shot you a wry glance as he buttoned his tunic with quick, agitated movements. “Then the gods have no sense of humor.”

You glanced toward the door, Ser Harrold’s hurried footsteps already retreating down the corridor. “We need to go.”

Jason sighed heavily as he fastened his belt, though his expression was still dark with irritation. “Fine. But whatever this ‘incident’ is, it had better be worth the interruption.”

You rose from the bed and put on your gown quickly, smoothing the fabric as you shot him a more serious look. “If it’s dire enough to summon us, it will be.”

Jason’s jaw ticked slightly, though he relented with a nod. “Then let’s see what fresh madness awaits us.”

Together, you stepped out into the dim corridor, leaving behind the brief warmth of your chambers. The hall was quiet save for the distant hum of voices echoing from the throne room ahead. Jason strode beside you, his usual swagger undercut by the stiffness in his shoulders as his hand found its way to the small of your back.

Whatever awaited you in the throne room, you both sensed it would not be good news.

The throne room was in complete chaos. The air crackled with something sinister, voices rising in a cacophony of anger and fear. The large chamber, usually reserved for solemn courtly affairs, had been reduced to something far more primal—a storm of accusations, blood, and chaos.

As you and Jason stepped inside, your footsteps faltered at the scene before you. At the center of it all sat King Viserys, hunched in his chair, his face pale and drawn with shock and anger. Beside him stood Queen Alicent, her face a mask of barely-contained rage as she gestured sharply toward her son. Aemond sat to the side, his head bowed as Grand Maester Mellos worked quietly, his hands steady as he stitched the wound where Aemond’s left eye should have been. Blood stained the boy’s pale cheek, running in rivulets down to his collar. The queen’s muttered fury filled the room, barely restrained.

“How could this happen?” Jason muttered under his breath, his tone a low growl as his gaze swept the throne room, taking in the chaos.

To one side, Jacaerys and Lucerys stood together, both boys disheveled and bloodied. Luke’s nose was still trickling blood, his face pale and wide-eyed, while Jace looked no better, his hair matted with sweat and smeared blood on his brow. Near them, Baela and Rhaena stood together, their dresses stained with dust and streaks of crimson, eyes blazing with silent fury.

But it was further ahead that you spotted them—your twins. Loren stood protectively near a stone pillar, holding Leona close to his chest. His face was pale, his knuckles white where he clutched at her, and his other arm wrapped tightly around his sister as though shielding her from the room itself. Leona’s face was buried in Loren’s chest, her small body trembling visibly.

Your heart dropped.

“Leona,” you whispered in horror, the world narrowing around you.

Jason was already moving, his voice sharp and furious as he barked, “What happened here?!”

Loren looked up sharply at his father’s voice, his face creased with fear and relief. “Father!” he called hoarsely.

As if on instinct, Leona lifted her head from her brother’s chest—and you felt your breath leave you entirely.

A deep, jagged gash ran across her face, starting near the corner of her mouth and cutting upward toward her ear. Blood streaked down her cheek, smeared by Loren’s attempts to shield and comfort her. Her violet eyes, so much like your own, were wide and filled with pain.

“Seven hells,” Jason choked, his voice raw with disbelief. He was already crossing the floor, his stride furious and unrelenting as you hurried behind him, your chest tight with panic.

Jason reached the twins first, his hands going immediately to Loren’s shoulders as he barked, “What in the Seven Hells happened?! Who did this?!”

“Father,” Loren stammered, his voice shaking, “Leona—Leona didn’t want anyone to touch her—”

“Leona,” you breathed, kneeling immediately beside your daughter. “My sweet girl, let me see.”

Leona shook her head violently, her small hands curling into Loren’s tunic as she clung to him, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. “No one.”

“Why isn’t she being tended to?” Jason’s voice roared across the chamber like a crack of thunder, snapping the attention of everyone around him. His face was flushed with rage, green eyes blazing as he turned sharply to the Grand Maester. “Why is my daughter not being seen first?!”

Maester Orwyle, who was assisting Mellos, looked up hesitantly, his voice cautious. “My lord, she… she would not let us touch her. The lady refused.”

Jason’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his voice vibrating with fury. “She is a child! You let her refuse?!”

Before Orwyle could respond, Queen Alicent’s sharp voice rang out over the din. “And what of my son?!” She gestured to Aemond, whose head remained bowed as Mellos continued his work. “It was he who was attacked—he who has lost an eye!”

Jason turned to her, his face thunderous as he snapped, “Shut your mouth, woman.”

A shocked hush fell over the room for a moment, Alicent’s eyes widening in disbelief as Jason’s words echoed off the walls. Even Viserys flinched faintly at the bluntness of it, though he did nothing to reprimand Jason. Alicent sputtered, her anger surging forward. “How dare you speak to me that way!”

Jason took a step toward her, his entire frame taut with fury. “My daughter is bleeding, her face torn open, and you think I give a damn about your self-righteous screeching?!” He jabbed a finger toward Aemond. “Your son can wait.”

Alicent’s face flushed crimson as she turned fully toward him, her voice trembling with rage. “Your precious daughter did this! They attacked my son!”

Jason scoffed sharply, the sound full of disdain. “Your son is twice their size. Do not speak to me as though this was a fair fight.”

Meanwhile, you remained kneeling beside Leona, your voice low and soothing as you tried to coax her into letting you see her wound. “Leona, my love, I need to help you,” you murmured, brushing your fingers gently over her hair. “Please let me look. I will not hurt you, I swear it.”

Leona shook her head again, her voice barely audible. “It hurts.”

“I know, sweetling, I know,” you whispered, your heart breaking as you pulled her into your arms, careful of her wound. “Mother’s here. I’m here.”

The shouting continued as Jason and Alicent exchanged bitter words, neither yielding to the other.

“Your children are savages!” Alicent barked, her voice rising.

“And your brood are liars and bullies!” Jason shot back, his voice ringing louder. “Do not pretend your son’s hands are clean!”

“Enough!” Viserys’s voice finally boomed over the chaos, though the king’s face was pale and strained. “All of you—enough.”

The room quieted just as the doors to the throne room burst open again. Rhaenyra and Daemon strode in, their faces twin masks of alarm and fury. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes swept over the room in horror as she took in the chaos—the blood, the tension, the sight of her sons battered and bruised.

“What has happened here?!” she demanded, her voice cracking like a whip.

Jason turned sharply toward her, his voice still vibrating with fury. “Your half-brother maimed my daughter and attacked your sons, that is what has happened!”

Rhaenyra’s gaze snapped toward Aemond, her eyes narrowing dangerously, but Daemon’s attention turned immediately to you and the twins. His expression darkened as he saw you cradling Leona, Loren still pale and trembling beside you.

You held Leona closer, whispering gentle reassurances into her ear as her small body trembled in your arms. But in the midst of the shouting and the blood, a sickening thought settled in the pit of your stomach.

Rhaenyra had reached her sons then, crouching before Jace and Luke with her hands cupping their faces, assessing their bruised and bloodied features. Her eyes, sharp and shining with fury, darted across the room, locking briefly on Aemond before narrowing dangerously.

“What happened?” she asked once more her sons, her voice controlled but trembling with barely contained wrath.

Jace clenched his jaw, his face smeared with blood as he pointed toward Aemond. “Him, Mother. He started it.”

“It was not my fault!” Aemond barked suddenly, straightening beneath Grand Maester Mellos’s stitching. His single uncovered eye burned with indignation. “They attacked me first. They jumped on me like wolves!”

“Because you stole Vhagar!” Baela shouted, stepping forward, her dark curls wild around her face. Rhaena stood close to her, her face pinched with grief and fury. “You claimed her without asking! She belonged to our mother!”

“She did not belong to anyone!” Aemond snapped back, his voice rising as he glared at the girls. “She is the largest dragon in the world, and she is mine now.”

“You stole her!” Rhaena yelled, her voice cracking. “You had no right!”

The children erupted into shouts once more, their accusations slamming into the heavy walls of the throne room. Luke, still holding a cloth to his bleeding nose, added, “He called us bastards!”

The word carried like a dagger across the room. Rhaenyra froze. The shouting abruptly stilled as her face turned pale and then darkened, like a storm rolling across the sea. Her voice was low and lethal. “What did you say?”

Luke turned to his mother, trembling, his voice small but clear. “He said we were bastards, Mother. That we weren’t… true Velaryons.”

Silence stretched thin and deadly over the room.

Rhaenyra straightened slowly, her gaze locking onto Aemond with a look that could have withered steel. “Is this true?” she demanded, her voice quiet but heavy with fury.

Before Aemond could answer, Loren, still standing near Leona, spoke up, his voice hesitant but firm. “It is true, Princess. He called them bastards… and then he insulted my sister.” He glanced down at Leona, his expression clouded with guilt and anger. “That’s when we all fought.”

Jason’s face turned a deeper shade of red, his anger renewed as he turned his sharp gaze toward Aemond. “And this,” he growled, gesturing toward Leona’s bloodied face, “this is the result of your ‘fight.’ A boy with a dragon’s arrogance and a butcher’s hand.”

“Enough!” Alicent’s voice cracked through the air like a whip. She stepped forward, her green gown sweeping the floor as she gestured sharply toward Viserys. “Your Grace, it is clear what has happened. My son was attacked—his eye taken from him—and now my family’s honor is slandered further. These children”—she pointed at Jace, Luke, Loren, and Leona—“must be punished!”

“You would punish them?!” Jason barked, stepping forward with such intensity that even the Kingsguard flinched. “Your son maimed my daughter—scarred her face for the rest of her life—and you dare to demand punishment? Be grateful I do not demand his head for it!”

Alicent’s eyes widened, her face pale with disbelief and fury. “How dare you—”

“How dare you,” Jason snarled, cutting her off. “The West will not forget this. House Lannister does not forget.” He turned his glare toward Otto Hightower, who lingered in the periphery of the chaos, his expression unreadable but watchful. Jason’s voice was laced with venom. “Do you hear me, Lord Otto? We will remember.”

Otto’s face remained composed, though his sharp eyes flicked toward Viserys, silently urging him to act.

Viserys, slumped in his chair, looked pale and exhausted, his hand gripping the armrest so tightly that his knuckles were white. The king’s eyes swept the room, lingering on Aemond before settling on his daughter, Rhaenyra. “This… this must stop,” he said hoarsely, though his voice lacked the strength it once held. “We are family. We cannot tear ourselves apart like this.”

“It has already begun!” Rhaenyra snapped, her voice trembling with anger. She stepped forward, pointing a finger toward Aemond. “To call my sons bastards… that is treason of the highest order! I am the heir to the Iron Throne. To call into question the legitimacy of my children is to call into question my claim.”

“And my children?” you interjected suddenly, your voice cutting through the noise. You were still kneeling beside Leona, holding her trembling hand tightly as Maester Orwyle gently worked to clean her wound. “What of them, Your Grace?” You turned your gaze to Alicent, your violet eyes blazing with fury. “If my children are harmed again—if so much as a hair on their heads is touched—I will mount my dragon, fly to Oldtown, and burn it to ash twice over.”

The threat rang through the throne room like a battle drum. The Kingsguard shifted uneasily, unsure whether to intervene as Jason stepped forward to stand beside you, his face unreadable but his anger felt.

Alicent’s face turned white with fury, her mouth opening as if to protest, but she fell silent at the sight of you, a true Targaryen—a dragon in both blood and bearing. Even Otto’s composure seemed to waver faintly, though he quickly masked it.

“Enough of this madness!” Viserys barked suddenly, his voice cracking under the strain. He turned his gaze on Alicent first, then Jason, then Rhaenyra. “I will hear no more. No more accusations, no more threats! You are all family. This is done.”

“Done?” Jason repeated sharply, his lip curling. “Done? My daughter will bear this scar for the rest of her days. You think this is done?”

Viserys turned a pleading gaze toward you and Jason. “I will ensure she is cared for,” he said, though his voice was tired and wavering. “Please… let us not spill more blood.”

As silence fell, the throne room seemed to hold its breath. Orwyle quietly finished his stitching, and you whispered gentle reassurances into Leona’s ear as she clung to you. Jason’s hand rested protectively on your shoulder, his glare still fixed on Alicent and Aemond.

Across the room, Daemon stood watching the chaos, his face unreadable, though there was a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. He turned slightly, catching Jason’s gaze from across the chamber. A silent understanding passed between them

This would not be forgotten.

Rhaenyra, her fury barely restrained, gathered her sons to her side, her gaze lingering on Viserys before she turned to leave the room. “Come,” she said sharply to Jace and Luke, who followed her obediently, heads bowed but eyes still burning with anger.

As the doors swung open and the throne room emptied, Jason finally exhaled, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. “This is far from done,” he muttered under his breath.

You looked down at Leona’s pale face, her violet eyes wide with lingering pain, and brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek. “No,” you whispered softly, though your voice held the same edge as Jason’s, just as confused Lord Coryls and Princess Rhaenys enetered the hall. “This is only the beginning.”

[ma3mae]

"I feel like sleeping on the couch tonight"

Summary: Pranking your hubby/bf by telling them that ^ and how they'd react (fukuzawa, ranpo, tecchou)

Genre: kinda cracky, def some fluff and more tooth rotting fluff 💀🛐

Warnings: tecchou whipped for ur cute ass, me barking for fukuzawa, ranpo being a child.

A/N: saw it from a reel on insta and immediately HAD to use that inspo, okurr 😤✋originally wanted to add fyodor but ill prob do it in a part 2 thingy

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Ok so first off hes a major workaholic so you prob often fall asleep on the couch during some movie watching while waiting for him at home

always feels apologetic and even guilty bc not only as his lover but as a person, you should be sleeping in the comforts of your bed

will always carry you to bed bc he wouldnt want to wake you up as well. You already did enough by trying to stay up for him

So you can see how surprised he is when he finally arrives at home at reasonable hours and you lying wide awake on the couch

And you suddenly blurt that shit out?? HES ALSO PROB TIRED AF ILL MASSAGE U, ZADDY WOOF

takes a seat next to you and immediately asks if theres a reason for that

wont jump to conclusions but will still be a bit taken back and worried that it might be his fault...

"Nah, i just feel like it today." "Oh okay, well if you say so" SOBBING FR

He values honesty above all else and wouldnt doubt that you'd be pranking or lying to him tbh and overall your comfort is one of his main priorities

So he'll let it go but still be saddened that you dont wanna sleep in your shared bed :((

A sudden idea pops up in his head bc at some point even he wants to still be in his lover's arms especially after work

Its already sad enough that yall cant do it whenever u want to D: HUG HIM FFS

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"Then I shall join you on the couch if you're alright with it?" Before you can even say anything, he takes a seat right next to you. You shuffled your feet away from him to give him some space, focusing your gaze onto the TV. You knew if you'd look at him, you'd immediately stop the prank. His gaze alone would make anyone confess their biggest secrets and well, you didn't want to spoil the fun yet.

Yet it only needed a clearing of his throat to turn your attention towards him and oh no...

You couldn't do it. How would you? When he was looking at you like you just kicked a ton of cats infront of him.

"Y/N."

NO! DON'T SAY ANYTHING

"I'm sorry if I have been neglecting you lately. If there's anything I can d-"

"It's prank.."

You sat up as you took his hands into yours.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like you've been neglecting me... I just saw it online and thought it was a funny prank."

Blinking his eyes in confusion, his gaze softened at your words.

He pulls his hands back before wrapping them around you, gently pressing your bodies closer as you felt his lips on your head.

"Even if it's just a prank, I have still been neglecting my duties as your husband lately and apologize greatly for that."

Slightly pulling back, you feel his rough hand cupping your cheek.

Eyes full of love looking into your glassy ones as he lets his thumb stroke a stray tear away.

"I apologize deeply for making you feel in such a way that you had to" prank" me as you called it. You must have felt lonely these days but don't worry. I will make sure to return home earlier because I have also been missing you, my love. "

After a loving kiss and an enjoyable evening, he had kept his word for the future days and if something would change, he made sure to notify you immediately.

Yet at the end of the day, he would always return to your beloved home and into your arms for the night.

**********

Yall, dont be surprised in how FAST we confessed

look me in the eyes and say you wouldnt spill everything out when THIS man looks at you like he'd give you the world if he could 🛐🛐

He'd def try his best to keep his promise but sometimes yokohama takes a bit longer to save but dw he'll make time for you bc happy wife happy life

cook him smth, massage him, just be there for him and let him lie on your chest or smth and he'll already feel so blessed

we all wanna pamper him ok, he be raising a whole orphanage so someone gotta pamper him too

I just want me a nice fukuzaddy alright 😩😩😩😩

Edogawa Ranpo

He'll give you the biggest side eye fr 👁️

like?? Hello?? Why sleep on the couch when you can be in bed with the world's greatest detective???

Will fr shame you for that ngl

He obviously knows its a prank but he cant believe you have the AUDACITY to do it to him

You are literally challenging a MAN CHILD, have fun 🤓

For the sake of it, you did the prank after knowing that it was a pretty uneventful day at the agency but oh dont worry

This man WILL gaslight u into thinking it wasnt 💀

*******

"So you want to sleep on the couch, huh?"

There he stood infront of you, arms crossed, the biggest pout he could muster on his face and blocking your sight of the TV as you continued to nonchalantly munch on HIS chips he had hidden under the bed.

"Well, I just feel like it."

""wElL i jUsT fEEl LikE iT", she says. Then I feel like taking MY chips back, thank you very much!"

Before he could snatch them away, you immediately turned your back towards him, clutching the bag tightly in your arms.

"Y/N, YOU'RE BREAKING THE CHIPS?!?!"

"and I'M sleeping on the couch."

Silence fills the room for some seconds before you hear a huff behind you. Hasty steps making their way towards your shared bedroom before the door being shut quite loudly.

Doubt was creaking through your resolve, asking if you were maybe overdoing it.

"Nah, he knows I'm joking....Right?"

An hour passed before he came back, flopping himself down onto your legs and you could just feel how he was pressing down harder on purpose so there'd be no way to leave.

"Ow, Ranpo?! Get off of my legs!!"

Yet his sharp gaze stopped you, not giving you the slightest chance to tell him off.

It made you nervous, how he just sat there with his arms crossed, eyes not leaving yours.

Was he threatening or mocking you??

You weren't sure.

"You know, Y/N..." He slowly began as you felt him press down even harder.

"I really don't appreciate what you're doing right now."

"H-Huh, what do you mean?"

He physically had to hold himself back from laughing at your clueless face because oh...

Oh, you wanted to prank him? Then be ready to get it handed back at you even worse.

"So many people have been hurt today, all these lives the Agency had to save with MY help. You don't know how many eyes I had to witness as they were about to lose their light in them. So many were at Death's door and we managed to help them. Now I'm tired and ready to be welcomed by the comforts of my home and the love of my life pulling me into her arms, telling me how proud she is of me of having LITERALLY saved the city and maybe wanting to lighten that burden on my shoulders I have to carry every day? "

He pressed his index finger on your forehead as he leaned in closer.

"That's not very nice of you, you know. Imagine you'd be the World's Greatest Detective and coming home exhausted but your lover decides to be weird and seemingly not EVEN appreciating my work. Can't relate to that, right?"

You hated him.

You hated him so much for how he exactly knew what to say to get what he wanted.

But that's also what made you fall in love with him at the first place.

"If so many people have been hurt then why didn't I see it o-"

"We have ties, Y/N. Of course they wouldn't broadcast something like that on TV. Do you know what chaos it would cause to this city and possibly the world? "

It only made you frown as he clicked his tounge at you while waving his finger at your words.

"Now, now you know what you should be saying after pulling such a stunt like this. Especially after I have worked so hard today."

Pulling your blanket over your head to break from his intense gaze seemed to do nothing, as he had just simply snatched it out of your hands.

"I'm not gonna apologize to you for that! Just wanted to pull a prank on you and you just have to turn it onto me!"

He merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, what did you expect? You should be glad that I didn't give it back to you ten times worse. Just wanted to go home, eat your cooking and maybe cuddle but I might actually not do that at all today."

"Ugh, you're such a buzzkill."

You just sighed at his words and he suddenly found himself in your arms.

He turned towards you with a frown on his face yet his reddened face seemed to lessen the effect of his next words.

"H-Hey! I didn't say that I forgive you for your prank!"

"Well but I forgive you for trying to make me feel bad for it. If you wanted me to cuddle and kiss you then just say so. You knew it was a prank after all."

"But I didn't like it when you said that you'd rather sleep on the couch than on the bed today..."

His voice resonated through your chest as he pressed his face against it, muffled words accompanied with a whiny tone.

"I never said, I would sleep without you though?"

A laugh escaped you as his head shot up, big eyes meeting your amused ones.

Yet he only gave a pout at your words as he went back to your chest, wanting to hide his embarassement from you.

"You're mean but I still love you. You owe me candy for putting me through this, though."

You only let your hand glide through his hair before settling it on his neck, giving light scratches to the spots he liked.

A satisfied sigh escaped him and soon the room was filled with only noises from your TV.

"I'm already sweet enough so that should suffice as" candy", right? And that was your pick up line not mine so I'll stick to what you meant."

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's just cuddle in peace, okay."

A comforting silence grew between the both of you as you later on fell asleep together, a smile etched on each face.

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This was SO long lmao but next time you'll prank him, he'll just dump some water on u bc thats sparing you from him at this point

bRO COULD legit just expose everything of u but he wouldnt bc he loves u too much 💕💕💕😤😤😤

Suehiro Tetchou

bro, thats like the worst prank u could do to him bc... he wouldnt get it first...

the only reaction you'll get is 🙂 him when he greets you > 😐 when u tell him that

hes gonna be fr confused like... why does his partner want to sleep on the couch but... okay?????

Honestly i think he wouldnt protest right out but at the end of the day, even he wants some cuddles after work :(

*********

Tecchou was excited. No one would really know about it if it wasn't for the light smile adorning his face as he thought about going home.

The only one who'd notice is Jouno but he didn't really care enough to mention anything about it.

He'd merely click his tounge when his annoying ass colleague would take a bit longer to respond to his questions, only saying the words "Just go home if even the smallest things are distracting for you."

Jouno could swear he was about to kick him in his face when he'd hear him turn towards him and only reply with "Y/N is smaller than me but not the smallest thing though."

"JUST LEAVE ALREADY, OH MY GOD!! I can't listen to your rambling about them any longer!"

Only he could nearly make Jouno groan in agony as he turned and began to walk away, not wanting to be near that idiot, knowing he'd just be looking like a lovestruck dumbass to everyone around them.

Tecchou only blinked at his partner's outburst, yet took his word and began to make his way home.

An exasperated sigh left Jouno's lips as he heard his footsteps yet it didn't surprise him at all.

He just couldn't get it around his head how someone could even be into that guy but oh well.

It's not his problem as long as it doesn't disrupt their work.

After all he had to give his thanks to that weirdo's partner for having given him a way to make him comply more easily.

It took him a simple "Just finish already and then you can go home."

"Okay."

Would be his only answer every damn time yet Jouno couldn't help but let out a small smirk when he'd hear the racing pulse of their enemies as if it was a declaration of Death from the Grim Reaper himself in their eyes.

Finally arriving at home, Tecchou would take off his coat and hat, hanging it onto the designated stand for such things.

A soft smile adorned his face as he walked into the living room of your shared apartment, finding you laying comfortably on the couch, the crinkling of stuffing your hand into the pack of spicy potato chips echoing through the room as a cackle escaped your lips.

"Trash TV's surprisingly entertaining if it's done right, HA! "

"Y/N."

A yelp escaped you as you sat up and whipped your head around, only to see your boyfriend standing behind you.

Tecchou was unfazed by your surprise,reaching for your face to wipe the potato crumbs on your lips with his thumb.

"Mmh, chips. The spicy one's are especially tasty with mustard and red pepper." He told you as he licked the crumbs off of his thumb, a smile adorning his face as he sat himself down next to you.

Laying his head onto your lap, the soft fuzzy blanket covering it, making it all the more welcome for him to lay on them.

He had randomly gifted them to you one day, simply because "it reminded him of you".

Fuzzy and warm. That's how he'd always feel when thinking, looking and touching you.

"That sounds like a really weird combo." You replied as you smiled at his words, settling your hand on his head before let your fingers run along his scalp and scratching the right spots, making him sigh as he pressed his face against your stomach, snuggling into it.

"Are you tired, honey? You could go to bed, you know?" You asked him as he closed his eyes, breathing evening out while he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying your smell and warmth.

"Just wanna cuddle right now."

"Alright." You replied with, thinking about how you'd tell him the words you've been wanting to say for a while now.

An hour passed before you felt your boyfriend stir a bit, finally turning his head up to you, yet his arms still enclosed around their original spot.

Your legs were cramping at this point but how could you tell that your boyfriend when he just looked so cute like that??

"Had a nice nap?"

"Yeah, it was nice but I'm still tired..."

"You can go to bed if you'd like. Have you eaten anything yet though?"

"I have after the mission. I think I'll go to bed though."

Tetchou stood up and made his way to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

After 10 minutes, he found himself back on the couch, a slight furrow of his eyebrows as he asked.

"Aren't you going to bed with me?"

Welp, straightforward as always.

"Uhmm no, I feel like sleeping on the couch today. Sorry, honey..."

"Oh. That's okay."

Blinking at his reply, he gave you a peck on the lips before going to your shared bedroom, the shutting of the door being the last sign of him before you were left alone on the couch.

You had forgotten that he wouldn't see any fault in that...

So was it really a prank? You didn't know, feeling a bit guilty yet you stuck to your plan.

Maybe he'd notice something was wrong the next day....

.

.

.

"Y/N."

You felt a hand slightly shaking you, making you stir in your sleep before slowly opening your eyes, recognizing the face of your boyfriend through your blurry sight.

"T-Tetchou??"

There he was kneeling before you so you'd be face to face as you lied on the couch, having fallen asleep after your continious marathon of trash TV.

Blinking to get a clear sight of him, you could see slight eyebags under his eyes.

"I can't sleep without you, Y/N. Come to bed or let's sleep on the couch together."

He suggested as he cupped your cheek with his hand, leaning his forehead against yours.

Hazel eyes bore into yours as the guilt inside of you went haywire.

"I'm so sorry, Tetchou. I should have gone to bed with you."

"But you said you wanted to sleep on the couch which is no problem at all."

You let out a sigh as you sat up, hands fiddling with your blanket, feeling him instantly lay his arms and head onto your lap, his eyes refusing to leave your face.

"Well... It was a prank."

He merely blinked at your words, seemingly processing your words.

"Why would you say that you'd want to sleep on the couch as a prank? Isn't a prank something like hurting someone but making it seem like an accident?"

"Yeah well, I did hurt you."

Your only reply was him furrowing his eyebrows as stood up, only to take a seat next to you.

Letting him pull you onto his lap, he gently cupped your face in his hands.

"But you never did?" His obliviousness was taking a toll onto you.

The guilt was surely consuming you. He was so honest to a fault and that made itself apparent in how he'd perceive anyone else especially you.

He would never think that YOU would ever do something to hurt him.

How could he? You loved him and he loved you.

Why should someone hurt the person they love the most?

"But Tetchou, I-I did. You couldn't sleep because I didn't go to bed with you and I had a hunch you'd probably get up and talk to me about it but I wasn't sure so I... stuck to it."

You couldn't look him in the eyes, yet the sudden lips on your forehead made your gaze shift onto his, confused eyes clashing against slight amused ones.

"That's not hurting me. Don't worry, Y/N. I'm used to pranks even if yours isn't one. Jouno would often do that too."

"Jouno??? Since when does he even do something like pranking??"

"Well he would sometimes just not reply when I talk to him or try to make me trip when I'm about to deal with the enemy. He would sometimes just click his tounge and walk away because it never works on me though. Heh, it's kinda funny if I think about it now. "

Ah.

How would you tell him that it was just Jouno being a dick.

You couldn't help but sweatdrop at his words, the guilt being comepletely wiped away as you thought that it would be better for their... colleagueship to just leave them be.

"That does sound funny... But maybe let's just go to bed. It is late after all."

"Hm, but I haven't forgiven you yet."

Eyes bulging yet narrowing at his words as you saw the corners of his lips rise up, a small but definite smirk decorating his handsome features.

"Hey!! You just said that I didn't even prank you!"

He let out a breathy laugh as you yelped, having lifted you up with ease and making his way to the bedroom.

"Yeah but u got pranked, heh."

You could only let out a "Hmph!" at his words yet not stopping the smile spreading on your face as he laid you down onto the bed, immediately laying down next to you and wrapping his arms around you, your legs entangling with each other as he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

"I think Jouno is being a bad influence on you." you teased as he let a hand glide through your hair.

"Hm maybe but I can now understand when he says" give them a taste of their own medicine.""

You merely rolled your eyes at his cheeky statement, pinching his nose before tucking your head under his chin, shuffling closer towards him.

"Let's just sleep already, you tease." were your last words for the night before closing your eyes, the beating of his heart like a lullaby for your ears.

"Good night, Y/N." he said in a quiet voice as he let his lips linger on the crown of your head before closing his eyes as well, the warmth of your body guaranteeing him he'd have the best sleep as always with you in his arms.

********

you still dont know what posessed him that night for behaving like that 😩

U even went to Jouno and asked him about it, no eyes boy was just like "? maybe that was a fake LOL" u shouldnt have asked that h*e 🙂🙂🙂 jk we love him

now you'd be wary of "pranking" ur bf, maybe he'd prank u back again but worse.... yet you'd quickly forget about all of that bc he'd shower u with kisses whenever you'd ask him about it

even he can be sneaky but we forgive him bc hes cute ok 🛐

[swampstew]

Really Really

Breaking news: local cryptid @quinloki was found guilty of leaving tasty treats in my ask box. Feeding the thot after midnight. I let the whoremone monster out and it was feeling some type of way♥

Man worth 3 billion berri is still a virgin, so I threw him in the blender. Warnings: spicy; post-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; it doesn't go all the way in :) WC: 1.2K

inspired by this gif

Impatient.                                            

Not a word typically used to describe yourself but after six long months aboard the Victoria Punk, the fierce Captain Kid had once again overlooked your playful flirting as he stormed to his workshop; a hint of red on the tips of his ears were the only sign he’d heard what you said.

You weren’t sure what his deal was – you’d never seen him hook up, not with anyone on the crew and not with anyone on islands the crew landed at. Sure he’d go into strip clubs or make out with random people at the bar from time to time but not once had you seen him spend the night off ship. Or seen a one-night stand stumble from his cabin.

It was puzzling.

A devilishly handsome, well-toned man like him had women and men swooning over him, flirting and spoiling him with compliments, drinks, and food to gain his favor. Kid didn’t always accept the tokens and he almost never accepted them from you. Food and drinks yes but flirting? Almost like it went over his spiked hair; a blush, smirk or scowl the only response he gave you.

It made you…desperate.

Was he really that disinterested or was there something else?

Someone else?

So you did what any rational person could do – you got Killer drunk and tried to weasel out information. But the son of a bitch was like a sealed vault, refused to give up anything about his best friend. And he teased you for it.

“D-you like him or something?” the blonde finally asked.

“I—” you stuttered, “I’m just wondering why! Does he not like sex or?”

Killer didn’t answer right away, swirling his cup before taking a contemplative sip from his straw. “It’s not that, so much as…” he took another sip, “He prioritizes his ambitions and dreams. That’s all.”

“What does that have to do with fucking?”

“Absolutely nothing. He just hasn’t.”

“…Hasn’t? As in had sex?”

Killer shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. That stunned you into silence.

“Really? A guy like him??”

“If you’re so interested in finding out – you should ask him yourself.”

“I’ve tried! I flirt with him, wear revealing clothes, he usually ignores me!”

Killer began coughing, putting his drink aside as he shuddered between suppressing laughter and trying to breathe.

“F-ff-ff- ahh no he doesn’t. He just pretends to.”

“WHAT?!”

“He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t do anything about it since you’re his responsibility; unless you were to, well, be aggressively transparent.” With that, Killer left you alone in the galley.

Transparency.

And Kid’s known the whole damn time and not even acknowledged it. That was frustrating. So much so you decided to try again the next day and be as blunt as possible.

You knew his schedule by heart, you skipped breakfast to hide in his workshop. Wearing a short skirt and oversized sweater, you took a pair of scissors and got creative. Carefully snipping away at the fabric, you cut away at your outfit to expose your bra and panties, not quite getting naked, enough to be as blunt as possible about your intentions.

The sound of thudding boots growing closer suddenly made you nervous but you swallowed your anxiety and snipped the strap of your bra before tossing the scissors and turned away from the door.

“The hell are you doing in here? Why weren’t you at breakfast?" stunned to find you in his sanctuary, a place he expressly forbade anyone from.

You turned your head to the side with a pout on your face, “Didn’t want to eat. I want something else.”

Slamming the door shut, Kid removed his coat and threw it on the table before roughly grabbing your shoulder to face him. His face turned bright red as his golden eyes traveled up and down your body. Studying the way the slit up your skirt gave him a view of your panties, the way your breast threatened to spill over the edge of the cup of the destroyed bra.

You heard his breath sharply release from his lips, “What the…the fuck happened to you?”

You narrowed your eyes, “You did. This is what you’ve driven me to.”

He backed away from you with shock and surprise on his face, “I did what?!”

“I want to fuck you,” you walked towards him, hips, thighs, and breasts jiggling with each step, “I’ve tried flirting with you, dropped hints, given you a share of my loot, and literally hand fed you and you’ve NEVER reciprocated in any manner. So, is it me? Do you find me atrocious? Unfuckable?” your voice became gravelly from the internalized resentment and embarrassment you felt from the efforts you’d put in all this time. “Please, tell me. It’s killing me. If you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But just say something. Am I making a fool of myself for wanting you?”

Kid’s back hit the door, eyes wide as he listened to your rant, “I-wha-no! It’s not you, it’s…”

You stopped a few feet from him, so desperate to hear his answer. You could see the bulge outline in his pants.

“FUCK!” he snarled, smacking his own face to cover his flushed expression, fingers digging into his skin until deep red crescents marked him. “I’ve never had sex!” he finally confessed.

“Really?” you asked, not at all expecting that response. “But…why not? You’re hot as fuck!”

“I JUST HAVEN’T OKAY?!” he lashed out, making you step back from him, a little intimidated by his embarrassed rage. “I’ve got more important shit to do than fuck around and spawn a bunch of bastards,” he spat through grit teeth.

“…Condoms exist…”

“I KNOW THAT!”

Your hip clipped the table’s edge and you stumbled backwards. Before you fell, Kid grabbed your arm and pulled you up, in doing so you fell right into his bare chest. You could feel the goosebumps ripple across both your bodies from the touch but he didn’t move away.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, a bit ashamed from the confrontation, “I just needed to know if you found me attractive, at all. I’ll leave you alone.”

Still holding on to you he barked out, “Have you fucking seen yourself? Who wouldn’t be into you?!”

“Well, you? Considering you keep blowing me off,” you mumbled.

That made him laugh, “REALLY? Shit and here I thought I was being a decent Captain by not sleeping with my subordinates.”

“Really? You parroted in shock, that was surprisingly mature and unexpected. “But I’ve never seen you fuck around with anyone so I just thought—”

“Does this seem like I’m not interested?” he huffed, using his metal arm to grab your waist and pull you into him. Felt his erection against your lower belly. “Fuck me for trynna do the right thing.”

He made you walk backwards, still pressing his body into yours, “I get hard every day just looking at you. When you say cheeky shit, I have to come here and jerk off so I can fucking think clearly. You’re my biggest distraction but—” his hand ghosted up your arm to caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, “—I’ve never not been attracted to you.”

“Oh,” you hummed, still as stone to preserve the moment.

With a click of his tongue, Kid grabbed your chin and planted a wet kiss on you.

Your eyes were crossed from the feeling, lost in a haze as you felt him swing your body around until you were pushed back on top of his coat. The withdrawal of his touch brought you to reality, mouth gaping as he stood in front of you but did not initiate further contact.

“Show me what you like,” he rasped out. “Touch yourself. Teach me what to do.”

[squoxle]

✩Dream On⋆☁︎⋆Wonbin ff✩

☁️ pairing: Wonbin/Eunseok x Reader!afab | ☁️ wc: 7.1k | ☁️ cw: profanity, pregnancy, squirting, fingering, oral, fluff, angst | ☁️ plot: After a recent pregnanc scare, there are so many questions running through your head. Maybe you should've stayed the hell away from your Best Friend's Brother... [ ραят 1 : ραят 2 : ραят 3 ]

The sound of water running from your bathroom drowned out the phone call between you and Wonbin. A phone call that you definitely didn't expect to be having. Especially not now.

You waited for Eunsoek to leave before letting Wonbin know to come over. Not because you didn't trust yourself around him. It was more for the reason that you didn't want to make a big deal out of something that may or may not be true.

But what if the test comes out positive? What if you really are pregnant? And more importantly, who was the father? You'd had unprotected sex with both of them around the same time...and they both came inside of you...

"Hey, babe," Eunseok smiled as he closed the bathroom door behind him. A small towel draped over his head, covering his slightly damp hair. He walked up to you, cupping your face as he kissed you on the lips. "Did you want to come with me to pick up some breakfast?"

"Uh, no that's alright. I'm just gonna eat what I have here," you replied as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"You sure? I feel kinda bad for just leaving like this," he said dropping the towel around his neck.

"Yeah, I'm good. And you shouldn't feel bad. You have a class to get to and I wouldn't want you to be late for no reason."

"You're more than enough reason for me to skip a class or two," he smirked, leaning over to trap you under his body. His eyes grew heavy as he kissed you. You felt his tongue enter your mouth and you instantly became lost in the feeling. Intoxicated by the heat emitting from his body.

Though he seemed like more of a shy and reserved guy, Eunseok had a sexual side that you've grown to like. And it's different from Wonbin. When you're with Eunseok every moment feels like an opportunity for him to show you just how much he loves you.

"You're gonna be late," you smiled in between one of your kisses.

"Well then we better be quick," he smiled back, moving down to kiss your neck and then your collar bone.

"Eunseok," you said, pulling his face to meet yours. "I am not going to be responsible for your grades."

"Fine~," he hummed in a singsongy tone, nuzzling his face into your chest before standing up.

"What time are you coming back tonight?" you asked as you readjusted your posture, propping yourself up on your shoulders.

"Well I was gonna go back to my place, but I don't mind coming back over here. You seem like you could use a little company," he smirked.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes.

"I'll be home around 11. I gotta work an evening shift and drop something off by Sungchan."

"Okay," you nodded before opening your arms, signaling a hug.

Eunseok wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he let out a muffled "I love you" in the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," you smiled as he pulled a hoodie over his head, grabbing his keys before leaving out of the door.

The heavy feeling of guilt washed over you as you immediately pulled out your phone to text Wonbin.

Hey...Eunseok just left

He wont be back for a few hours

Call me when you're on your way

Sent 9:27am

Read 9:27am

"Wonbunny" Typing...

Okay

Sent 9:28am

Just as you turned off your phone, you felt a violent buzz coming from your pocket. Wonbin was already calling you.

"I don't know why I expected him to call later," you sighed as you answered the phone. "Hey..."

"Hey. I'm on my way right now with the tests, but we should probably talk about a few things first. Just to sort some stuff out y'know," you could hear the sound of him scuffling into his leather jacket as he spoke to you. The jingling of his keys, shortly followed by the creaking of his apartment door filled the emptiness.

"Okay," you replied monotomously. "How soon will you be here?"

"I shouldn't be too long. But umm...I'm gonna take a quick stop at the convenience store first," he said, climbing into his car.

"Alright. See you then."

"K, bye."

You anxiously waited to hear a knock at the door. You tried not to sound worked up over the phone, but how could you be calm when a positive pregnancy could bring Wonbin back into the picture.

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

The door knocking this soon felt more like a reminder of your impending doom. You couldn’t take care of a baby right now. Especially not for…your best friend’s brother.

Shame, guilt, and fear are three beautiful emotions that often protect us from making the biggest mistakes of our lives. If you’d had just a little more of those qualities and a clear head you wouldn’t have ended up fucking him that night.

You opened the door to see Wonbin rush in with three bags in his hand.

“I know you didn’t say you wanted anything, but I got you something in case you changed your mind,” his words echoed in the growing emptiness in your soul.

Your stomach turned and the only thing you could think of right now was running to the bathroom and puking out the only thing you had this morning…coffee.

“I have to go,” you muttered before quickly walking off.

Wonbin followed behind you when the guttural sounds of you spitting, coughing, and gagging filled the halls. “Are you alright?” He asked with a worried tone as he passed you a warm face towel.

“Yeah…just my nerves,” you reluctantly admitted.

“It’s okay to feel nervous, that’s why I wanted to be here for you,” he stretched his hand across your back. “We just need to know for sure. I bought three just in case,” he said before helping you to your feet.

You washed your hands before returning to the kitchen to read the directions on the packaging.

“Uh uh,” he tsked, sliding the boxes away from you. “After all of that you definitely need to eat first,” he said as he pulled a black plastic container from the last closed bag.

You quietly watched, not wanting to use any unnecessary energy to argue about anything. He placed the tray into the microwave, warming it just enough before neatly emptying its contents onto a plate. He placed the warm breakfast in front of you and offered you a banana or chocolate milk.

“I was gonna get you the brown sugar milk tea, but they were all out,” he apologized as you picked the banana milk.

“It’s okay, this is still good.”

You felt Wonbin’s eyes on you for a moment while you ate before he sat down next to you with a prepackaged sandwich and a bag of chips.

“Sorry if it feels like I’m staring…it’s just been a while since I’ve seen you. And this definitely isn’t the way I wanted to heal our friendship.”

You could feel a heat starting to burn in your core before stopping to realize the predicament you were in.

You cooled your temper and finished your food just as Minji called.

Without hesitation you answered.

“Hey girl~” Minji squealed. “Guess what.”

“What?”

“I said guess, not say what and wait for me to just tell you!”

“Okay, fine. Sungchan proposed to you?”

“What? How’d you know? Did my brother tell you? He must have told you because how else would you know…I thought you weren’t talking to him anymore.”

“I’m not,” you lied. “It was just a lucky guess.”

"Oh, well you were right! It was lowkey kind of awkward at first because I didn't know what the hell he was doing but once I realized he didn't just fall on the ground like an idiot I was pretty excited," you listened quietly as your friend rambled on. You could tell she was very excited and you didn't want your own feelings to ruin her mood.

"Well, that sounds super amazing. And what did your parents say?"

"Oh my god! I've never seen a prouder look on my mother's face. Heh, and she told me I'd never get married with my attitude. Now look at me! Cuffed!" her voice slightly faded into the background as you looked over at Wonbin who was taking in your feigned joy.

Not that you weren't happy for your friend, but you had a lot going on right now that could definitely change your whole life.

"So...when's the wedding?"

"Wedding?! Oh, not until the end of the year. I want a Winter Wonderland," she giggled. "Unless, of course, I change my mind again or whatever. You know how hard it is for me to decide. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to look over some designs with me next week. It would totally make you the best friend in the world."

"Yeah, sure! I can definitely help you out next week," you were so relieved that she wasn't requesting any help right now.

"Before I let you go...what exactly are you doing right now?"

"Umm...I'm just at home. I don't really feel well today so I'm getting some rest," this wasn't a complete lie...more like a stretched truth.

"Oh, okay well I hope you get better soon. Let me know if you need some company," she smiled before ending the call shortly after.

“We better go take care of this now,” you sighed looking at the white plastic bag sitting on the countertop. “Before we have anymore interruptions.”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” Wonbin said sealing the container shut before coming to collect your trash.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For everything…”

“Woah, as much as I appreciate the change of heart, let’s wait until after we take the test to get all cute and cuddly,” Wonbin washed his hands off before pulling the test out of the bag.

Silently, you took the box from his hands. It was like something in you knew. Knew the unspeakable. Knew what was coming. Knew who it was for.

It was Wonbin you had sex with first. And he finished twice...

You went to the bathroom and waited patiently for the result.

Looking in the mirror you examined your stomach in the reflection. You knew it was silly to search for a bump this early, but you did it anyway.

You felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you continued to wait in silence...

Breaking through the staleness, you heard Wonbin knock on the door as you stood in front of the sink, holding the test in your hands.

You opened the door to see him standing there with a worried and concerned look on his face.

“Well? What is it?”

“I don’t know yet…I’m still waiting.”

“Wanna talk about baby names?” The disgusted look on your face told Wonbin exactly what you were thinking before you could even say it. “Just for fun.”

“Hell no,” you said rolling your eyes.

“Hmm, okay,” he said, bracing against the door frame as the stillness of the air filled the hall.

It felt like forever since you'd set that timer. This was the longest 3 minutes of your life.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The timer from your phone rang, breaking the silence.

You felt a cold chill run up your spine. “Maybe it’s negative,” Wonbin said as he watched you turn the test over.

“It’s positive,” you said softly as your eyes filled with tears.

Wonbin wrapped his arms around you as tears fell down your face.

Your heart raced in your chest as you thought about what your life would look like from here.

"It's okay. I'm here for you," Wonbin coaxed as he stroked the back of your head with his hand. "Even if you don't want me, I'll still be here for you," he shushed.

"I just--I just don't understand," your voice cracked with every word. "How could this happen to me?"

"Did you want to take another one? It could be a false positive," he reassured you, but it was pointless. Your life was now falling apart, right before your eyes.

You were in no position to raise a child right now, especially not if that child was for Wonbin. But maybe he wasn't so bad? You weren't sure what changed his attitude, but he was being a lot more supportive about this than you expected.

And what about the relationship you were currently in? You doubted Eunseok would be excited to raise someone else's child with you. Even if you somehow managed to co-parent with Wonbin, you know that would put a lot of stress on your relationship.

"I'm fine," you took in a deep breath. "I just want to go sit down for a bit."

Thank God Eunseok would be hanging out with Sungchan tonight, because you just needed a little time to process this on your own.

It wasn't long before you had cried yourself to sleep laying on Wonbin's lap as he patted your head.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Eunseok spat, waking you out of your sleep. You'd only been out for about an hour before he randomly came home, and this was the worst possible way you wanted him to see you right now.

"I thought you were hanging out with Sungchan after work," you said as he stood in front of you.

"I thought you were done with this guy," he scoffed. "At least now I know why you were being so persistent with getting my schedule this morning."

"It's kinda early for you to be here anyways, right? Wait, what time is it?" Wonbin said, pulling out his phone.

"Time for you to get the hell out of here. Actually, you can stay. I'm leaving," Eunseok said as you grabbed his arm.

"Eunseok, wait. I can explain."

"Explain what? How you've been sneaking around with your ex?"

"No, I--"

"I don't wanna hear it," he sighed as he tore away from your grasp.

"Dude, can you just listen to her," Wonbin said as he stood up.

"I don't know why the hell you're even talking to me right now," Eunseok pushed Wonbin's chest as he came closer to him.

"Relax, man. It's not what you think."

"I think you need to get the fuck away from me," Eunseok said as Wonbin stepped away.

"Eunseok, please," you said as you reached forward to hug him.

"No," he grabbed your arms and placed them to your sides. "I can't do this again. I'm tired of fighting over you. It's obvious that you want him more than me."

"That's not true. I love you and you know that."

"Then what the hell is he doing here?"

"Because she's pregnant," Wonbin said, breaking through the building tension.

"What?" Eunseok's voice fell.

"Her period is almost two weeks late," Wonbin continued as a mix of emotions washed across Eunseok's face. "I was here helping her take the test."

Eunseok looked at you in confusion, "Why didn't you tell me."

"She panicked and called me because she didn't know how to tell you," Wonbin lied. He was creating a story that honestly sounded a lot better than the truth.

"Sungchan told me that Minji said you weren't feeling well...I just wish I had known what was going on," you felt unbelievably guilty listening to Eunseok blame himself. "Don't worry, I'm gonna be here for you and our baby," he said softly as he placed his hand on your stomach.

You watched as Wonbin turned away. With all the added stress, you forgot that you had been with Eunseok in the same week as Wonbin. At this point, you weren't sure who the baby was for. Eunseok or Wonbin.

In order to keep the peace, you decided to just let Eunseok believe it was his. That would give you enough time to figure things out.

"Don't tell anyone, please. Especially not Minji," your eyes fell to the ground. "Just give me some time to get my thoughts together."

"Okay," Eunseok agreed before kissing your forehead. "Sorry, for not hearing you out. It was just hard for me to see the two of you together."

"It's okay. I understand. I'd feel the same way if I were you," you smiled.

"Well, umm...I'm gonna head out now since everything's cooled down over here," Wonbin said as he walked to the front door.

"Uh, okay. Well, I'll walk you out," you said as you followed behind him.

You stood on the sidewalk as Wonbin unlocked his car. "You know that baby's mine right?"

"What?"

"Who else would it be for? The timing just makes sense. Unless you were with Eunseok around that time too," you were tonguetied at his words. You weren't sure if you should tell him the truth or not. But it'd be better if you didn't have two people living in the dark.

"I was," you said as Wonbin froze.

"You were?"

"Yes, it was the same day as your brother's party," he thought back to the day of the party. Wonbin regretted ghosting you, he knew how much that broke your heart, but he did what he thought was right. A relationship between you two would never work out. The constant sneaking around and lying would eventually catch up to you.

He opened his car door and climbed in without saying a single word.

"Wonbin?" you tilted your head to the side. He looked up to meet you with glossy eyes before pulling off. "Wonbin!" you shouted as he drove off.

"Everything alright?" Eunseok said as he opened the door.

"Yeah...everything's fine," you said as you looked back and forth between him and Wonbin's car.

A week had passed by and you were getting dressed to meet up with Minji to discuss wedding designs.

Usually, something like this would've slipped your mind already, but you made sure to mark this on every calendar you had. Just because your life was changing drastically didn't mean you couldn't be there for your friend.

"You look beautiful," Eunseok smiled as he hooked your necklace and kissed your cheek. "We should probably start looking for some baby stuff soon though. Just so we can be prepared."

He had been so patient with you recently as you were busy working on getting a doctor to watch the baby. To be honest, you were still in denial that you were pregnant. So, you ended up taking the other two tests that also came out positive.

You wanted to text Wonbin the night he drove off, but you didn't know what to say. Sorry? You couldn't really apologize for telling the truth. You haven't heard from him since then and by now you were content with the idea of Eunseok fathering your child.

"Hey, girl!" Minji chimed as you walked in. You'd never been so happy about the fact that she didn't live with Wonbin anymore until now. "Sorry, we couldn't meet up somewhere fancy. I'm kinda just scrolling through Pinterest for some inspo right now," she said before pulling out a shiny emerald green folder.

"You're house is fancy enough," you smiled as she opened the folder.

"Honestly, I hate the color of this folder, but that's all Sungchan had. At least it's shiny," she raised her shoulders.

"Hey, ____. What're you doing over here?" Sungchan asked as he saw you sitting on the couch next to Minji.

"Minji is showing me some stuff she's been looking at for the wedding."

"For the wedding?" he tilted his head to the side.

"Duh," Minji rolled her eyes.

"I don't graduate until the end of this year. Don't you think it's kinda early to look at that stuff?"

"No," she huffed. "If you're gonna rain on my parade, I'd rather you do it in your head," she rolled her eyes before pointing to the first picture in her makeshift catalog.

"I'm not trying to rain on your parade, but you don't need to be stressing out about this right now."

"I'm not stressed. I'm busy. Now can you leave so we can enjoy our girl time?"

"Okay, well I'm gonna go out for a bit to play basketball with Eunseok. Did you want me to pick anything up for you?"

"Hmm, no. I'm good. ____, do you want anything?"

"No thanks, I'm alright."

"Okay, if you change your mind just text me," Sungchan said before grabbing a water bottle and walking out the door.

Minji and Sungchan often had interestingly wordy conversations where the attitude Minji's mom always talked about was most prevalent. But you enjoyed it nonetheless.

For the next half hour, you and Minji flipped through printouts and scrolled around on her laptop looking before taking a "mental break" to watch "Say Yes to the Dress."

"Some of these brides are so fucking whiny," Minji groaned. "I hope I'm not like that. ____, if I ever act like this I want you to slap me as hard as you can across the face," you laughed as she stood up to stretch her body.

"I'm not gonna slap you in the face. We can just talk about it."

"Huh, we can talk about it on the way to get an ice pack. Hmm, all this planning is making me hungry. Do you want a snack? I have popcorn," she smiled.

"Hmm...sure," you said as you followed her into the kitchen.

"I'm feeling kinda lazy right now, soooo I'm just gonna pop it in the microwave," she shrugged.

Minji continued to rant about the many ways she wanted you to brutally attack her while the popcorn popped in the microwave. The savory scent of the butter was making your stomach turn, so you got a glass of water to help.

"Are you okay?" Minji asked. "You don't look too good."

"I'm fine. I just feel a little dizzy...and hot," your words slurred together. "I just need a little water.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you smiled feignly.

“Hmm…alright.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The microwave chimed as Minji reached for a blue bowl in the cabinet.

“Let’s go finish our show,” she smiled as she emptied the bag and walked back to the couch.

She pressed play to continue the show as you grabbed a handful of popcorn, placing a few pieces in your mouth before the feeling from earlier returned—but much worse.

You ran to the bathroom down the hall and puked your brains out. “So I guess this is the dreaded morning sickness,” you thought to yourself.

Minji ran after you, grabbing a wet face towel that you used to clean your face.

“Thanks,” you groaned.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Was it something you ate this morning?”

A strong sense of obligation came over you. You had to tell your friend the truth, she deserved to know. After all, she was your best friend.

"I'm pregnant," you sighed.

"You're what?! How?! When?!"

"That's what happens when you fuck without a rubber," you chuckled lightly.

"Oh my gosh," you gasped. "So you and Eunseok?"

"Yup."

"When?"

"At Seonghwa's party."

"Oh my gosh!" she squealed. "Forget looking for wedding stuff, let's go shopping for your baby shower," she smiled as she ran to the living room to grab the bowl of popcorn.

"Where are you going?" you asked as she ran into a room.

"Get in the bed, duh. But no popcorn for you. We don't want any more accidents," you left the bathroom and followed her to the bedroom.

"Hey, you have to promise not to tell anyone," you said, climbing into bed next to Minji.

"Not even Sungchan?"

"No, not even Sungchan."

"Okay. My lips are sealed," she smiled as she pretended to zip her lips shut.

The rest of the day consisted of you looking through baby stuff, but one question plagued your mind...

By the end of your first trimester, you were finally starting to show and after today's doctor's appointment, you would know whether or not you were carrying Wonbin's baby.

In order to keep the peace, you had Wonbin take a paternity test instead of Eunseok. This would prevent any chaos from unfolding in the event of a negative. It also allowed you to keep this aspect of your pregnancy a secret.

"Just so you know, if that baby is mine I'm not gonna let someone else raise my child," Wonbin said as the two of you sat in your doctor's office waiting for her to return with the results.

"What about Eunseok? Do you seriously think I'm just gonna leave my boyfriend?"

"I doubt he'll be excited to raise a child that isn't his," Wonbin scoffed. "Does he even know where you are right now?"

"I don't think that'll be a problem. Besides, we had sex before Eunseok and I officially started dating. And, for the record, he knows exactly where I am."

"Right. And I'm sure he'd be thrilled to know that we were here together taking a paternity test."

"Obviously not. I told him that I was here having a normal check-up. It's better for us not to stress about that."

"And by 'us' you mean 'yourself,' huh?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. You know you're just lying to save your own ass. I'm not trying to be a dick, but let's be real and put things in perspective."

"You're out of your fucking mind," you spat.

"We both know damn well that you're carrying my baby."

"And what if I'm not, huh?"

"Then I'll disappear and you can live happily ever after," you rolled your eyes at Wonbin's final remark.

After what felt like 10 minutes of pure silence, your doctor opened the door with a huge smile plastered on her face. "Congratulations," she said as she handed you a yellow envelope which encased the results of the paternity test.

You froze as you read the paper. Wonbin's eyes widened before he looked over to see the shocked look on your face.

Positive... the bottom of the report showed a perfect zero.

"I'm sure this alleviated a lot of stress off of you," Dr. Hayden continued.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna force you to tell your boyfriend, but you might wanna do it before the kid is born," Wonbin whispered.

"Is there anything else I can help you two with today?" Dr. Hayden asked as you looked up at her.

"No, ma'am. Thank you so much for all of your support," Wonbin had taken over the conversation as you were obviously in no mood to talk right now.

"It was my pleasure," she smiled. "It's always good to have that feeling of assurance. Especially for a young couple like yourselves."

It felt like the world was spinning around you, but you managed to contain your emotions until you got in the car with Wonbin.

"Are you okay?" Wonbin asked. You hadn't said a single word since you got that paper in your hands.

"I-I," you choked before an uncontrollable amount of tears ran down your cheeks. "What am I gonna do?" you cried.

Wonbin reached over, placing his hand on your thigh. "First, you need to relax. Maybe you're right and Eunseok will understand the series of events," his words only slightly reassured you. You still had to get the courage to confess to Eunseok on your own.

By the time Wonbin dropped you off at your house, most of the crying had ceased, but you were still an emotional wreck. Eunseok would be home in a few hours and you decided to talk to him over dinner.

You sat in the tub, letting the warmth from the water take you away from the thoughts in your mind before getting a text from Eunseok.

[ 2 unread messages : Eunseok ]…

Hey babe

How did the doctor's appointment go?

Delivered 2:17pm

You wanted to be as vague as possible when responding to his message.

Everything went fine

But there's something we need to talk about when you come home

Sent 2:25pm

Read 2:25pm

[ 1 unread message : Eunseok ]

Did something happen?

Delivered 2:25pm

Read 2:26pm

We'll talk about it when you get home, okay

Sent 2:26pm

Read 2:26pm

[ 1 unread message : Eunseok ]

Okay...I love you

Delivered 2:26pm

Read 2:27pm

I love you too

Sent 2:27pm

You turned off your phone and finished up in the tub. There wasn't really enough time to cook anything too crazy so you just made some tomato-basil pasta with cheese. To be honest, the cooking was more of a way to settle your mind while everything played out.

"Should I just hand him the envelope or should I just explain it to him step-by-step?" you thought to yourself. Unsure of how you wanted to handle things you hid the envelope in one of the kitchen drawers.

You pulled some garlic knots from the freezer and popped them in the oven. As much as you wanted to grab a drink, it wasn't good for the baby...even if that baby was for Wonbin. You opted for some warm tea instead.

With every gap in time, you felt the anxiety pile up again.

A rattling sound from the front door nearly made you jump out of your skin. Eunseok was home and you could either tell him the truth or bury yourself deeper with another lie.

"Hey, babe," Eunseok said as he hugged you. "So, what was the thing you wanted to talk about?"

"Let's eat first, hmm," you suggested.

"Okay," Eunseok said as he walked with you to the kitchen. "I'll put it on the plates since you took your time making this," he continued, washing his hands before grabbing out two plates and two glasses.

You simply nodded as you took a seat at the table. You thought back to the first time you tasted Eunseok's cooking...

"The food looks good," Wonbin said as Sungchan gave everyone a plate with rice, veggies, and chicken. There were also some sauces on the table to eat with it. "It smells good too," he smiled. "Who made it?" "Eunsoek, one of my friends. He and ____ are probably gonna end up dating or something. He just can't stop talking about her," Sungchan's response definitely did not make Wonbin too happy, but the two of you weren't really dating at the time. You were honestly just fucking every time Minji turned her head.

"Oh, I bought this the other day for us," Eunseok said, tearing you away from your thoughts. "It tastes just like wine but has no alcohol. A friend at work told me about it. He said his wife loved it."

"I can't wait to try it," you smiled.

“I just need something to open this with," he mumbled as he began rummaging through the drawers.

"I don't think it's in there," you said as you thought back to the yellow envelope that you hid earlier.

"I always put the corkscrew in back in one of these drawers."

"Wait!" You panicked as he came close to the drawer you stuffed the paternity test in.

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I-uhh...AH!" you yelped. "I felt something," you lied as Eunseok placed his palm on your stomach.

"Heh, our baby must be excited too," he chuckled. There was no way you were going to ruin this. Wonbin would just have to get over it. You were not risking your relationship for him.

"Yeah, you're probably right," you smiled. "Here, let me get the wine opener," you said as you stood to your feet and walked straight to the drawer that concealed your dirty little secret.

He was right about the virgin wine tasting exactly the same as normal wine and it paired perfectly with the meal you prepared.

After cleaning the kitchen, Eunseok went to the bathroom to take a shower. The moment you heard the water start you immediately went to the kitchen to get the envelope. You had to hide it somewhere else…your last spot was way too risky.

“Babe?” You heard Eunseok yell out, just as you walked into the room.

“Yes,” you replied, hiding the envelope behind your back as he opened the door.

“I forgot to grab a towel. Do you mind bringing one to me?”

“Sure,” you smiled.

“Thanks,” he said as he closed the door again. You quickly slid the envelope under the dresser before leaving the room to get a towel for Eunseok.

“As soon as I give him the towel, I can move that stupid envelope somewhere else,” you sighed to yourself. It felt harder to hide your secret than to tell the truth.

You felt the warmth from under the bathroom door before you even opened it to see Eunseok standing in front of you with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I thought you didn't have a towel," you said, tilting your head.

"I just said that to get you in here," he smirked as he took the towel from your hands and placed it on the countertop.

"Wh-What do you--" you were cut off by Eunseok grabbing your chin with one hand and pulling you closer to his damp body with the other.

You felt his soft lips against yours as you closed your eyes. Everything seemed to melt away at his touch. Holding you closely, Eunseok kissed your neck as he reached a hand inside of your shirt, cupping your tit firmly in his hand.

You were only wearing a pair of shorts, panties, and one of Eunseok's shirts. Eunseok slipped his thumbs inside your shorts as he pulled them down. You gripped onto his wet shoulders as he lifted you onto the countertop.

He took a moment to caress your body before grinding he covered dick against you. You wanted him to force that hard cock of his in deep, but you remembered the promise he made to you after he found out you were pregnant.

“I’m not gonna fuck you until after you have the baby okay,” his grasp reassured you as he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead.

However, it had been a while since either of you experienced some pleasure, so maybe he changed his mind.

You followed Eunseok’s eyes as he slowly dropped to his knees. You watched as he pushed his middle finger into your wetness and stimulated your clit with his thumb. Immediately your chest heaved up and down with every touch. Then, he pulled his finger out and spit on your pussy as he inserted a second finger.

He was gradually stretching you open and you loved it. Fucking you with his fingers, he noticed that you were close to cumming. So he took his fingers out and began licking and sucking on you perfect glistening pussy.

You gasped as you felt his tongue go inside. Your legs trembled as they rested on his shoulders and your harmonious moans pushed you over the edge. “That’s it baby,” he groaned. “Cum for me,” you gripped a handful of his hair as your pussy oozed with fluids.

“Ngh! Fuck,” you bit your lip as you threw your head back. You panted uncontrollably as he ate you out before looking down to see those hungry, lustful eyes glazing back up at you.

“Your moans sound so pretty,” he sucked on your clit. At this point you couldn’t even respond you just kept on moaning as he pleasured you until you felt the urge to squirt.

“Eun—“ you were cut off by him moaning against your quivering lips. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” You moaned as you squirted all over his face. Now his hair was wet for two reasons.

He stood up looking absolutely drunk from your pussy before dropping his towel. Even though you just got off, you pussy throbbed for him.

He glided his shaft between your folds before poking at your entrance. He pulled back to jerk himself before pushing only the tip in. He whimpered with every pulse from your pussy on his sensitive tip.

“I can’t hold back anymore baby. Your pussy feels so good to me right now,” he whined as he pushed you back onto the counter. You were bracing yourself against the counter using your elbows instead of your hands like before.

He adjusted your legs over his shoulders as he inserted his dick. “Ahh!” You yelped, throwing your head back as he pushed in with one smooth thrust.

“Ngh!” He moaned as he fucked you deeply, whimpering with every thrust before he came. You felt his release leak from your pussy as he pulled back. “Fuck, I missed your pussy,” he sighed.

The two of you showered before going to bed. “If I didn’t have work tomorrow I’d fuck you again right now,” he whispered before falling asleep with his arms around your waist.

You were sleeping so soundly that you didn’t even notice when Eunseok got out of bed. You thought back to last night. You had really missed having sex with Eunseok and you couldn’t wait to do it again.

You rolled over to snuggle in bed a little longer before something disturbed your peace.

The envelope.

You jumped out of bed, completely shaken up at the thought of Eunseok finding out right now.

You looked under the dresser where you placed it the night before. Then you looked under the bed. And in the closet. And in your drawer, only to find that it was in none of those places.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath. By now Eunseok should be gone, so you took this as an opportunity to find out where you moved the envelope.

You left the room and headed to the kitchen. "So, when were you gonna tell me?" Eunseok said as you flicked on the light switch to see him reading the paternity test.

"I was going to tell you last night, but I-"

"You what? I bet you planned on having this baby and keeping this a secret for as long as I live, huh."

"I just want us to be happy."

"Happy living a lie? How do you think I feel? Did you even think about that?"

"Of course I did. Why else would I go through all of this to hide it."

"You could've at least been honest with me and told me the truth. I would've preferred that over finding out before I go to work."

You looked over at the clock to see that he should've been there almost an hour ago.

"Don't worry. I called off. I wanted to surprise you with a date, but after this little surprise I think I'll need that time alone."

"Eunseok..."

"What?"

"Are we gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, for now. Just give me some time to figure things out. I don't wanna fight," he said before walking over to you. "Maybe you should see how he feels about this too," he sighed, grabbing his keys before walking out the door.

The sound of the door slamming snapped you out of your dream.

"I want to take another test," you said as you woke up.

"Really?"

"Yes. I want to be absolutely sure."

"Alright," he said as you watched him from the couch. He grabbed the other two boxes from the counter before handing them to you. "Take them both. Otherwise, we'll end up even more confused than before," he shrugged.

You walked into the bathroom to retake the tests. You waited for the timer to go off with your fingers crossed. If your life would look anything like that dream, the last thing you wanted to see were those two lines again.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

You walked out of the bathroom to see Wonbin braced up against the wall.

"So?" he asked, anticipating your response. "Are you pregnant?"

"Nope," you smiled, showing him the results of the pregnancy test. "Both of them are negative."

"Well, I guess that means I can go back into exile," he smirked.

"You don't have to."

"But what about your boyfriend? And I thought you hated me."

"Well, I did, but why should I let that stop us from ever seeing each other again. I'm with someone else now. So why can't we just be fr--"

You were cut off by Wonbin's lips. "This is why," he whispered as he pulled away. "I still have feelings for you," his eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry." That was the last thing he said before walking toward the door.

"Wait," you said in an attempt to stop him from leaving.

"____, if I don't walk out of that door right now I'm gonna do something that we'll both regret." He didn't even look back at you as he left.

Something inside of you wanted that kiss to last forever, but you had to let him go the same way he let you go. Wonbin's moodiness had hurt you before and without Eunseok you'd still be a train wreck. He deserved the same emotional stability that he gave you.

"Wonbin," you called out. You met his innocent, heartbroken eyes as he stood in front of his car. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt him pull you in closer. He had never hugged you this way before.

For once, you felt that he loved you for more than your body. He wanted to be with you just as much as you wanted to be with him.

Maybe he deserved another shot. Another chance to show his love for you.

You looked up at Wonbin as he pulled away from the hug. "I want to kiss you so badly right now," he sighed as he pressed his forehead up against yours. "Then do it," you whispered to him.

He gripped onto your waist as his tongue intertwined with yours. You felt his plush lips passionately kiss you and all that made you do was want more.

You climbed into the passenger seat of his car as you continued your makeout session. "Break up with him," he mumbled against your lips. "I don't care if my sister hates me. I wanna be with you."

It was hard to tell him no when deep down you felt the same way.

"Okay," you said as he clasped onto your neck. "I wanna be with you too."

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[marengogo]

UGH!-10: It's Too Early For This Shit

Nuts - by RM  [Right Place, Wrong Person]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I’d share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

⚠️ super angry post ahead ⚠️

I've just opened the blue bird App and I'm already done for the day.

"the travel show should've been these two. I'm very fond of their dynamic", "so true. It would've been more interesting more fun and less drama", "Heavy on the less drama. We'd also be having discussions too, the way we are massively ignoring the current one is sending me-", "ikrrr😭😭 also actual and long conversations between them" ...

Is it so fucking hard to just not give into the people you swear on your life you are "protecting your fave" from? Is it so hard respecting your faves decisions? Is it so hard to ... I dunno ... express your frustration without having to shit on someone else who has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING?

So you are frustrated that 🐰solos, 🐻solos, and 🐰🐻ers are in 🐥's business as always? Okay. AND? That should never stop you from watching the show your fave worked so hard on! You support your fave, you show him that his will, wishes and opinions do matter and YOU REPORT THE MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU IGNORE THE MOTHERFUCKERS, AND YOU MOVE THE FUCK ON, FFS!

It is really as simple as that.

KPOPPIES and their mamas have been against 875 since time immemorial, yet here we are, supporting them because supposedly we think they are worth our support and them pursing their dreams. Imagine going "I wish 875 disbanded because we have to report antis everyday" ... in 2024? on the Blue Bird App? Really now?? Where've you been Fam?! On Blue Bird Dot Com IT BE LIKE THAT. In K-MEDIA it be like that. In The Streets of the World with ignorant people It be Like THAT!!

Being AMI is not easy. It is frustrating many a time, it is angering many a time, it is downright aggravating many a time, but you'll never see me disrespect ANY of the members because other people in the world are dickheads. NO BRO.

You sad? Stay off SM for a day or two. You mad? Bitch with your friends offline, rant on a post, and/or start boxing, I dunno! But whatever it is ALWAYS 👏🏾 AIM 👏🏾 YOUR 👏🏾 RAGE 👏🏾 AT 👏🏾 THE 👏🏾 RIGHT 👏🏾 TARGET 👏🏾 .

Certain people resorting to hate 🐥 and viceversa IS NEVER going to be 🐰's fault and viceversa .

🐥 loves all his hyungs, and arguably 🐿️ is the one he is closest to. But he also loves all "his" maknaes, and you don't have to believe he is even close to 🐰 but YOU WILL RESPECT the fact that for a good 7 years at the very least ever since GCF Tokyo came to be, both 🐥 and 🐰 seem to really not give TWO FLYING FUCKS about what any of us have to say about the time they choose to spend together. So much so that, not only did they do a whole show together, but where and with whom are they now? 🦻🏾 ...

Yes. I thought so.

Also more interesting more fun ... actual and long conversations you are just a hating hoe for that. Two people not being chatterboxes doesn't mean there is anything wrong with tem. Not your cup of tea? Move on alone, no need to shit on it. Sure 🐥🐿️ may have a more "marketable" dynamic from 🐥🐰 but maybe, just maybe, 🐥 wasn't completely aiming at entertaining, in fact on multiple occasions they even said they weren't sure if this would air at all, but they weren't bothered.

In fact, if you ask me, this particular show aired because it wasn't like every other show so hellbent on trying to entertain. It aired because this were two people who actually ended up entertaining while constantly reminding themselves that they had to, and mainly failing to do so. So fuck you wholeheartedly.

If any of the other members want to have their show I'll be up for any pairing, any trio, etc and it will be just as special and interesting in its own way. If it ends up being shit ... I can assure you it will probably not air which would be a shame because i would watch anything my boys want to show us.

Just, it would be great if for once, some people could stop the hate-comparison and try the appreciation-despite, it goes a long way, and for the looks of it, 🐥 & 🐰 are not going to stop until their 50 so ... yeah.

I'm so fucking angry obviously,

Marengo.

PS - If anyone tries to come at me saying that I hate 🐥🐿️ I'LL END YOU.

[velvet-paradox]

Intense

Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: Vessel x Female reader x III Length: Long Summary: Your eepy roommates suggest they can help you out. Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, LISTEN UP PUNK I know what I'm about ok and I shouldn't even have to to explain this but for ffs this is for funsies, fictional purposes only. I don't know these British men and I don't claim to! But am I having an absolute ball listening to them everyday day since I heard Dark Signs??? Absolutely. I have not and will not know peace on Earth ever again so with that being said... my lizard brain wants to shoot my shot and get sandwiched between Vessel and III (purely based off their on stage personas) and I'm pretty sure all us worshippers would enjoy kneeling and begging for forgiveness for all the eepy guys. DON'T LIE TO ME; I'll know. ;) One late night thot lead us down this path so here ya' go, we've got: strong language, explicit content, MFM relations, polyamorous activities, kissing, oral (m receiving), p in v, protected sex, unprotected sex (don't do it!), double vaginal, dirty talking, creampie III is a mess, Vessel is along for the ride and you're indulging in the spoils of detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint my ride or die

ENJOY!!!

You stare at the red numbers on the clock next to your bed. You blink.

Unfortunately unfazed by the hum-drum pace and the position you've found yourself in.

Ugh, how did this happen again?

The man on top of you, circling his hips against your own, balls deep in your cunt should be fun, exciting, a turn-on at least but you just laid there, once again, taking it but not getting anything out of it. You faked it the last three times just to get him to get off you, out of your apartment and out the door so you could finish yourself off with some post nut clarity. Which is what you should've done in the first place.

The first time you had sex with him, you chalked it up to nerves. It'd been a few months for him and a bit longer for you at this point. The second time you excused it as you did go out for drinks earlier in the night and the last one was just plain awful. No foreplay, bit your neck too hard and pretty much gave you a titty-twister which was not fun; at all.

But he's nice! And funny, easy to talk to you and here you are, making more excuses for a man who can't even get you off. This is just pathetic, girl.

You felt bad faking your enthusiasm but even as you moved in unison with him, hearing him huff and grate out oh my fucking god for the fifth time, he didn't even have a clue.

So you dialed it up, two more minutes had passed with him just thrusting inside you, he didn't even notice you weren't as wet as before. What a fucking disaster.

You sighed and made your O face, biting your lip and holding his waist, the slapping of skin sped up briefly before he pulled out with a groan of your name, panting as he jerked himself, tore off the condom and came on the inside of your thigh.

Fucking finally.

Your date was quick to get dressed, mentioning something about an early shift change. He gave you chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, cupping your face as an afterthought as you followed him out of your bedroom.

"I'll text you when I get home. I-- oh!"

You bounced against his back, stunned as to why he's just stopped like that when you peer around his frame. There on the couch in your living room sat your roommates.

"Oh my-- what are you guys doing home?" You asked, frantically looking between the two sober faces and their luggage by the front door. Well more like the painted chin of one and the eyes of the other. You were hyperaware of the drying cum on your leg and crossed your fingers and toes they didn't hear your activities or what remained to be seen.

"We live here, remember?" Vessel waved one of his hands, III nodding along.

"When you said you had roommates I just assumed they were other girls." Your bedfellow side talked to you as to not alert your boys.

"Is that a problem?" You asked.

"No I just uh," he looked at III when he stood, an attempt to intimidate. "It's fine um... I'll call you."

"Well that was rude," Vessel announced, joining his brother after he left. "Didn't even introduce himself."

"He won't be around for long. I wouldn't worry about it." You dryly chuckled before embracing both of them. Vessel cupped the back of your head, pressing his chin into your hair before letting III swoop you up in his gangly arms and gave you two solid spins. "Put me down! You reek."

"Ah, the mask has seen better days I'm afraid. Can't wait to get a hot shower and something in my belly. Road livin' ain't what its' cracked up to be, ya' know?" III admitted.

"Um, let me get changed and I'll make you guys some food," you jogged out of the living room, calling over your shoulder. "Lord knows what you boys eat on the road!" ....

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," You paused the movie and turned to face Vessel on the chaise lounge part of the couch, long limbs sprawled out, ankles crossed and rocking. "What's up?"

Vessel twisted his painted mouth before asking an out of pocket question. "Why do you torture yourself?"

Taken aback you wondered what he meant and crossed your legs. "What? What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean." When you showed your genuine confusion, he sat up. "Your little boy toy. Not that III and I have been cheeky little perverts and eavesdropping on your late night escapades but... we can't help but be concerned. Either you're a silent climaxer, some people are and that's totally fine and we're bold to assume or your partner isn't doing it right."

"Excuse me?"

"We've only been home a few weeks and we've heard him far more than we've heard you," Vessel explained, ignoring your anxious fidgeting and cuticle picking. "What we have heard though, is a lot of buzzing after your friend leaves."

Oh. My. God.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, desperate to get out of, out of your body and on the run. Blood pounds in your ears at the audacity of this whole conversation. Your roommates have heard you getting off, know you have toys, know your friends with benefits is lacking the benefits part and that you'd not been taken care of. You wished it was still cooler out and you could grab the usual throw off the back of the couch and hide away underneath.

"What are you guys talkin' about?" III popped in, holding a glass of chocolate milk, an absurdly long and coiled straw was hidden beneath his mask as he sucked dramatically.

Vessel smirked. "Oh just Y/N and how her new beau can't get her off."

"Oh finally! I've been dying for this conversation," III exclaimed and excited plopped down next to Vessel, scooching closer and leaning forward as he drank some more. "So what gives? Give us the goods."

"I don't... he knows what he's doing, it's just--"

"It's just he's bad at it." III giggled.

"I can get off, okay?"

"Yeah, we know that. Just not with him."

"I... fine. It might not even be him you know," you tried. "Maybe it's me. Maybe I can't get out fast enough."

Vessel quirked his mouth. "Get out of what exactly?"

"My own head. I think too much, you know that. I need to feel everything in order to shut my brain off and not worry about how many loads of laundry I need to do, when I need to switch out my sheets, did I pick up my towel in the bathroom? What should I have for lunch tomorrow."

The boys looked between themselves, shrugging and looking bewildered. "You... you think about all that stuff all while having sex?" III snorted and shook his head. "You're a madwoman, you know that?"

"I'm trying not to think of those things!"

"That's what I was afraid of," Vessel took III's now finished drink away from him and set it down. "If you want, we could help you out. Save you the trouble and the energy and uh, some battery power."

You chuckled. "You're joking. You two are gonna' help me out."

"Just say the word and we belong to you," Vessel crooned, licking his top lip. The pink of his tongue was such a juxtaposition to he obsidian black that covered his face, his arms and hands, his body. "This could be a one time deal, if it's not up to your standards, we don't have to mention it ever again or... it could be a three times a week sort of thing."

"Three times a week?!" You screeched.

"That's up to you."

....

"So uh have you guys like... done this before?" Your voice doesn't even sound like your own, shaky, breathy, uneven and higher pitched. You pointed between the duo and yourself. You hadn't but your incognito search history might say you've looked at it a few times.

They admitted their deep rooted feelings about you. Your stomach flipped for Vessel's breathy pet name of Duchess, your toes curled for III's Sweetness. 

With the way they looked at you, you couldn't even remember his name at this point.

Vessel shrugged. "Just with you."

"Just me?" You balked, you knew the guys were close, sometimes skin tight so to find out they'd not acted out was stunning and a major green light. "Oh um, I'm flattered. iI think."

"You should be. III isn't much of a talker, speaks his mind when need be."

"Unless its' dirty." III piped up with a shrug of his own, with the way his eyes wrinkled you could tell he was all smiles under that mask.

"A little tact there, brother!" Vessel scolded him, giving a backhand to his arm. "Don't scare her off."

"What? She should know. You should know. I am dripping with sin."

"III!"

"What? We're all adults here, right? An' we're talking about fucking each other so who cares?! And she might even like it. Do you like dirty talk, sweetness?" III asked with a tilt of his head.

"Uh I um... I. Well..."

"Do you," III stood and got closer, much closer, swaying his way to close the gap between you. He stood with his legs on the outside of your own. He tilted his head the opposite way and kept his eyes trained your face, the heat from the eye contact made you hot. His painted thumb touched your chin. "Like that?"

You'd never felt this kind of intimacy, this heightened level of attraction and arousal and it made you nervously laugh at the thought that it was radiating off your friends like a fucking forest fire.

You swallowed. "Yes."

"Aha! Knew it. Those pretty eyes and that fucking mouth are hiding plenty of secrets, yeah?" III pointed, that thumb of his traced along your jaw before pushing gently on the underside, making you look all the way up at him.

If they wanted to play, you thought, I guess... let's play.

"Maybe."

"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere," III chuckled and looked over at Vessel before touching your shoulder, moving the strap of your sleep shirt back and forth. His hands were hot, scorching your skin as he touched the light fabric. "Should I undress you or should you undress me? Or maybe Vessel wants to unwrap us both. What do you think?"

"I think--" your throat constricted before keeping his ardent eye contact. "I think I want to undress you first."

III liked that idea, he wiggled his shoulders and raised his arms. "I'm all yours, mama."

....

His hoodie is the first thing to go, floating down to the floor. A black compression shirt separates flesh and bone, it comes off easily over his head. He's only half painted there. You can see streaks of his skin, soft and smooth, hidden from view. His stomach tightens when you trail your hand down his chest, foreign to your hands.

"I think about you, ya' know? Not to be pervy or bold but... you are the prettiest thing we've ever seen."

His compliments make you warm, you clench around nothing.

He suddenly grabs your hand and moves it higher. "Feel that. You make my heart fuckin' pound like crazy. The first time I saw you in that green sundress, you know, the one with the little daises on it... fuck me," III admitted and dramatically bit his fist. "I've never been so hard in my life!"

You know the dress in question. It's hanging in the front of your closet. Guess it'll be making a debut and turn III on once again. 

"Oh yeah? Well maybe next time I wear it... I won't wear anything underneath."

III made the deepest of groans, moving your hand down his ribs while he undid his belt. "Fuckin' hell, don't tease me woman."

"You don't like that?"

"I like it too much! That's the problem."

His zipper was so fucking loud, it cut through the room like a hot knife. Smooth and seamless, even Vessel had to clear his throat. You looked over at him on the chaise, legs wide spread, lithe arms outstreatched over the back cushions. With three separate eye holes in his mask, it was hard to tell where he was looking but in this moment you felt them boring straight into your own.

"Keep going," he hummed and visibly bit his lip. " 'm enjoying the show."

With III was just in his boxers, it was your turn. Your disrobing would be a lot quicker as you were in a light pajama set and crew socks. You mmiiced III and raised your arms above your head, his nimble fingers danced over your sides, dragging the material up and over your head. He tossed to Vessel, who out of your peripheral, had inhaled your scent on it. He did the same with your shorts. The rush of cool fan air make your skin prickle, your clit throbbed when you fully noticed the outline of III's cock. Jesus. 

III got on his knees and lifted one your feet, gripping your ankle.

"No. Keep them on." Vessel spoke, pushing himself up off the couch and sauntered over to you, fully nude and on display. He embraced your face, pressing his forehead to yours before slinking behind III when he stood.

Vessel's painted arms looped around III's, locking them behind his back. III made a noise.

"Take him out," Vessel instructed with a low gasp. "Take him out and see what you do to him. Same as what you do to me. Hell, all of us, duchess."

ALL OF US?!

Before you got on your own knees, you touched III's hips, hooking your thumbs just beneath the fabric and dragged them down. His cock made the softest and prettiest thud against his lower belly. Your eyes bounced from their faces, down to his leaking cock and back again.

"He wasn't lying," Vessel chuckled, his chin now draped over III's shoulder. You met his eyes. "You make him rock fuckin' hard, love. Want her to take all o' that? Nah... you need her to take care of that, don't you?"

"Fuck yes." III whined. "Please."

"How are you gonna' help our good boy, love?"

III shook before your even touched him, you on your knees before him was enough to have him looking frantic. Completely at your and Vessel's mercy, you took him in your hand first, getting familiar with his length before dipping your head in worship, opening your mouth. You hesitated for the briefest of moments before angling him deeper and further into your mouth.

It was a good thing Vessel was holding him up because you felt and saw III's knees wobble once you got your stride, gliding your hands up and around his thighs, arching closer with your fingers reaching his ribcage. Your palms against his skin felt every twitch, every jolts, every fucking sigh. The noise that strangled out from his throat when you dragged your nails down his stomach had you clenching around absolutely nothing.

"That's it, you're doing such a good job, love bug. Atta' girl, get 'em off real good, yeah?"

"Yeah yeah, fuck yeah," III whined and bucked his hips, "Your mouth feels so fucking good. Suckin' me off real sweet, mama. Give it to me."

"She's good with that mouth, hmmm?"

"Oh fuck V...wait 'til she oh shit, right there-- wait 'til she's gaggin' on you. O-oh my God."

When III took the Lord's name in vain it sounded so sweet in comparison to your other lover. You could feel yourself getting wetter, more powerful than you ever had with him. You took their words of praise, locked them in a little safe in the back of your mind for safe keeping.

"You're lucky I don't shove your ass out of the way then." Vessel teased and III mewled with delight.

....

III made grabby hands at you, wiggling his fingers as he laid out on the chaise part of the couch. He wiggled, tapped and pointed towards his mouth too.

When you climbed on top of him, his arms engulfed you, bringing you chest to chest. You kissed his face over his mask, startled when he suddenly pulled the chin part of it up to his nose and kissed you for real. You whined and kissed him back harder and faster, tasting his mouth, licking inside of it. He smacked and grabbed your ass, groaning against your lips.

"You two are fuckin divine," Vessel breathed, shouldering off his robe finally, unzipping his own jeans. "Fuckin’ hell, what a sight."

You turned your head to his silky voice, watching him stroke himself.

You were in big fucking trouble.

III nipped your arm. "Want you. I want you so fucking badly. Think it'll fit? Think you can take it?"

You took a breath and held his cock, hot and ready against your pussy. Rocking against the crown, splitting your lips to ready you for him. You licked your lips and lowered down on it, your mouth instantly opening. "Fuck yes."

"Good God!" 

"Shit... a little more, love and you'll take him all the way in. That's it." Vessel cooed and pet your head, then your face. "Kiss him again."

With his heavy hand on your head you kissed III tongue first, the sounds of you two kissing had Vessel praising both of you, leaving him breathless.

III grabbed your hips, rolling and fucking up into you, breathing you in.

You and III stilled at the sudden dip of the couch.

Vessel's hand on your shoulder, his other ghosted and trailed over III's mask and vulnerable chin and mouth behind you. He lost it at that, whimpering against your cheek, a new flood of arousal coating your walls.

"Just relax pretty girl. We've got you, we got you."

"What are you--"

Vessel's thick fingers reached around your front, pressing and swirling down around your clit. "We're both gonna' fit. Just remember to breathe for us, ok?"

Holy shit. This was intense.

III's arm surged up and over your shoulder to touch Vessel, ghosting over his naked hip, gripping his bare skin.

"I've got you both. Trust me."

It was your idea to lift up, empty of III only to arch and take a deep push of Vessel. You frowned and touched III's face when Vessel pulled completely out. You both gasped when he spat. III squirmed and whined, the sudden intrusion of Vessel lining them both up against your hole, wedging their cocks inside you.

It didn't necessarily hurt, more pressure than anything and for fucks sake, you'd never felt so full in your life. 

"Fuck V! Give us a warning, holy fuck." III breathed when the frontman started to rock and move. After a few minutes of fucked out bliss, it seemed like Vessel was fucking III through your body.

He smeared his face along your spine, your shoulder, leaving wet open mouthed kisses along your neck and ear.

"Good fucking God duchess, you are absolutely soaked for us, aren't you? Can feel you really start to open up for us now, yeah? Fuck you're amazing. Isn't she?"

"Ye-yeah yeah. Positively sweet," III's eyes sparkled in an amorous way. You kissed him hard. "Can't wait to have a taste of you, sweetness."

The thought of him working his mouth on you made you keen and fuck down on them.

Limbs twisted and tangled, Vessel nipped a small, incredibly sensitive spot behind your ear before licking the shell of it. Humming and praising you with that gravely timber. He was touching you, holding onto one of your tits for stability and III did the same, using just the pad of his thumb to pebble your other nipple.

You would never recover, that much you were sure of. They were out for pain and pleasure.

On a particularly hard thrust from III your moan slipped into sex drunk chuckle. "I think she likes it."

"I'm in fuckin' heaven." You breathed, reaching back to touch Vessel's thigh, digging your nailbeds in deep.

"That's it, you fuckin' naughty thing." His hand left your breast and found a new home around your throat, turning your head to face him and receive a sloppy kiss. III moaned at that.

"You two are fuckin-- ah shit. I'm close, fuck. Give it, give it to me."

Vessel's laugh against your lips made your walls constrict.

"Just like that!" III practically yelled, digging his fingers into your thighs, alternating to your hips, changing the tortuous pace. "Fuck, 'm gonna' bust, sweetness. Fuckin' cum inside you all nice and deep. Make it stick."

"Fuck me." You hung your head and rode it out, nothing but pure pleasure and bliss was shared between the three of you. And it was worth it. "Oh you guys... aha! I'm gonna' cum."

You couldn't remember the last time you came that hard with a partner and never with two! They both rubbed their hands and mouths over your skin, groping over your sandwiched body. Vessel's chest stuck to your back like glue, III grabbed and pushed both of your breasts together as he came shortly after with a grunt of your name, stringing along a beautiful array of obscenities. 

"I've got you, I've got you both in my clutches now." Vessel's voice sounded like silk on glass next to your ear as he continued to thrust, spearing III's load all over your gummy walls. III reached out a lazy hand and Vessel took it, lacing their fingers together over your shoulder. 

Skin on skin on skin.

III leaned up for another smooch with you greedily enjoyed, smacking your spit and lips together until all you could feel and hear was Vessel shudder behind you.

....

Vessel couldn't stop smiling as you giggled, helped to your bedroom, wedged between them on your bed as they cleaned you up. You would certainly need to clean up that side of the couch later. III was careful of your more tender bits, being stretched out and filled, removing black grease paint of where they were.

He drummed his fingers over your arms when he was finished, molding his body to yours. His head against the side of your neck. III soon joined in the snuggle, jumping into bed and under the covers with you. He gave you another kiss before pulling his mask back down, and pet Vessel's head.

Your phone buzzed when your boys had fallen asleep, you had a feeling of who it might be and if this is how the future looked; there was no way you were gonna' give this up.

[shinestarhwaa]

FELINE FANTASIES || MINNIE YONTARARAK

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Minnie x Female reader

Word Count: 2K

Tags/warnings: sexworker!Minnie, sexting, phonesex, masturbation, cunnilingus, squirting

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho

ENJOY!

This was not your proudest moment.

It's also isn't a very expected moment. At least, not to you. You had never imagined yourself dialing the number of a phonesex company for women. You just couldn't get yourself to press the call button yet. You felt your hands getting sweaty with anxiety and you looked around nervously as if anyone was gonna catch you in your own apartment.

You had stumbled upon an Feline Fantasies ad while trying to find a good porn video to get off to - spoiler alert: you couldn't. But on the bottom right side of the page a certain ad had caught your attention instead and the impulsive person in you immediately dialed the number. ''No,'' you spoke to yourself, deciding you should check if there's a website first. You typed in Feline Fantasies in the searchbar and quickly spotted the pink logo you saw earlier in the ad. You clicked the link and you were directed to the website.

The pink and white logo was centered at the top of the page and you scanned the text below it. You scrolled further down and saw they provided phonesex and sexting services. You bit your lip and decided to click on the button reading 'Sext with one of our girls now!' Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited.

The site first told you to create an account and you did it mindlessly, answering several questions for confirmation. Then a new page opened, showing girls in various skincolours and sizes to suit anyone's taste. Every girl on the top row seemed to be available and you looked at their profiles for a bit, but your eyes quickly landed on 'Minnie' and you nearly dropped your phone. Fuck, she is hot. You clicked on her profile and read her intro text. ''Minnie is often called the Thai princess in our company but don't let her beauty fool you. With her quick wit and seductive tone she is a dreamlady for anyone. Do you wanna sext with Minnie? Click here.''

You scrolled through her pictures. She wore a revealing black dress and her black bangs fell a little over her seductive cat-like eyes. Her full lips were parted slightly and she bit her pointer finger seductively. When you scrolled a little further you were met by pictures from a nude photoshoot of Minnie. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the girl laying naked on a purple velvet sofa. Her hand was cupping one of her breasts and she winked seductively at the camera. If you weren't already wet you definitely would have been now.

The horniness takes over your brain and you click on the button, being redirected to a messaging page. A few dots started moving immediately, raising your anxiety. ''Oh God what am I even doing,'' you cursed at yourself.

Minnie: Hey there darling. Welcome to Feline Fantasies

Minnie: Is this your first time using our services?

You: Hi Minnie! Yes this is my first time

Minnie: Thank you for choosing me for your first experience! What can I do for you sweetie? ;)

You: I was trying to watch porn to help me get off and relieve some stress but I haven't been able to do so unfortunately... Then I saw the FF ad and I hoped you could help me..

Minnie: Oh I surely can help you cum sweetheart, are you alone? What are you wearing?

You: Yes I'm alone in my apartment, I'm laying in bed in a top and panties

Minnie: Touch your breast darling, fondle yourself gently to ease yourself in.

You sighed and brought your free hand up to your covered breast, your hard nipple poking through the material. You gently fondled your breast and took a deep relaxing breath.

Minnie: Take your top off baby and touch your nipples for me

Minnie: S that feeling good baby?

You: Very good, Minnie, I wish it was you, you'd look so hot touching me and talking to me You: Please continue

You took off your top and licked the tips of your thumb and pointer finger, wetting them before you circled your nipple and rubbed them between your fingers. You pushed your thighs together as you feel yourself throbbing at the thought of what's coming - you.

Minnie: Put your hand in your panties now baby, how wet is my princess for me?

You: Oh Minnie I'm so wet for you, I'm soaking my panties, I wish I could hear your voice

Minnie: That's possible if you switch from messaging to a phonecall, it will just cost a little extra babe x

You: That'll be worth it

You switched to phonecall and quickly completed the payment. Soon enough you heard Minnie's voice through your phone. ''Hey darling, here I am again, did you miss me?'' she giggled. You smiled and put your phone on speaker. ''For those 2 minutes? Yeah, very much so,'' you grinned. ''Are you ready to continue?'' Yes, ready.''

''Take your panties off baby, spread your legs for me.'' You obeyed her orders and slid two of your fingers through your folds. ''God, Minnie I'm so wet, I wanna cum so badly,'' you whined. ''Don't worry baby, I'm gonna make you cum, touch your clit... Circle it lightly...'' she spoke seductively into the speaker. You moaned when your fingers touched your clit. You circled it slowly, slowly pressing down on it. ''Hm, you sound so pretty baby, like an angel... Rub it quicker for me, go faster.''

You picked up the pace and started to rub your clit uncontrollably. ''Please keep talking Minnie, talk dirty to me, fuck, talk to me, I wanna hear your voice too, wanna hear you moan too,'' you panted. ''Whatever my babygirl wants,'' she said with an audible smirk plastered on her face. ''I'll tell you just what I'm doing. I'm sitting here and I'm rubbing my pussy through my pretty... lacy black lingerie... and you've gotten me so wet babygirl... My pussy got so excited for you,'' she moaned. You had no idea if she actually spoke the truth or if she was just playing an act like many callgirls did, but it didn't matter for you in the moment. Wetness was flooding from between your legs as you kept rubbing your clit as you listened to Minnie gush about how wet you got her.

''Hm, putting two fingers inside my wet pussy now baby, oh~ Oh God Y/N,'' she cried. Her moans sounded so pornographic and it raised every hair on your body and made you tingle. ''M-Minnie, fuck, I can already feel it!'' you whined out. ''Yeah baby? Does that make you cum? Then cum for me baby, oh yes, fuck!'' she moaned. She kept encouraging you while she moaned and panted into the speaker, sending you over the edge. You spasmed uncontrollably and rode out your orgasm.

''That's a good girl,'' she praised you in a soft voice, ''cumming so beautifully for me.'' You sighed contently, tired after the long process of trying to cum, but you didn't want it to be over just yet. ''What's wrong princess?'' ''I'm tired but I don't want it to stop...'' ''Well this doesn't have to be the last time we're in contact right baby? Plenty more opportunities for us to call and maybe next time we'll cum together,'' she giggled.

In the weeks after that it became a regular thing for you to call Minnie. It embarrassed you how many money you spent on her but it was worth it for you, it was your own dirty little secret.

On a regular Friday afternoon you were walking out of your work office and stopped at the nearby coffeeshop to pick up an iced americano and a cupcake but you nearly choked on your own saliva when you saw a certain someone sitting in the café. Your body trembled but it led you to stand in front of her. She looked up and smiled softly, ''Hi... Can I... help you with anything?''

She looked ten times more beautiful in real life and she looked so cute in her denim dress. ''You... You are Minnie, right?'' you asked hesitatingly. ''Um, yes,'' she said, ''Do we know each other?'' ''I'm Y/N, we... we spoke on the phone a few times,'' you said, cheeks burning up. Her expression changed, showing her beautiful smile and her eyes sparkled. ''So you're Y/N? Wow, you're even more beautiful than I had imagined,'' she grinned, ''Do you wanna sit down?''

You nodded and took place next to her. ''So, what are you doing here...? I've never seen you here before,'' you said, fidgeting with your jewelry. ''I had lunch with a friend and ran some errands here in the neighbourhood. Is this where you live?'' ''Yeah I live a few streets away from here, I just got off work,'' you explained. She smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her green tea.

''Minnie... I was wondering... This might be a really weird request and I don't think you even do this but... Instead of a phonecall, do you think you could come over to my house instead...? Ofcourse I'll pay you,'' you whispered. Minnie was taken aback but smiled. ''I've never done a professional home...session before. So I shouldn't let you pay for it... Maybe I can give it to you for free? As a thank you for the contributions you've made,'' she grinned, ''I have time right now, actually.''

Your cheeks got even redder and you stammered before nodding and agreeing to take her to your apartment. Half an hour later you were sat next to her on your freshly made bed. ''So this is where the magic happened for you,'' she grinned. You smiled and nodded, ''pretty much, yeah.''

Minnie didn't waste any more time, pressing her plush pink lips on yours and pulling you close. Your lips moved together and your hand dove into her lucious black hair, pulling it slightly when she bit your lip. Minnie moaned into the kiss and started unbuttoning your blouse, grazing her fingers over the sheer material of your bra. She rubbed your nipples through the fabric, making you moan into the kiss and squirm in her arms.

She pulled away and took off your skirt and panties, revealing your wet, glistening cunt. The woman nearly moaned at the sight, getting on her knees in front of you and parting your legs. You leaned back on your elbows and threw your head back when you felt her tongue flick on your clit. You cursed underneath your breath when her tongue dipped into your core. You rolled your hips slowly, riding her tongue as you ran your hands through her hair again, pushing her head deeper between your legs and locking her there with your legs.

The pleasure Minnie gave you was nearly unbearable and made you see stars. No one had ever been able to pleasure you like this, not this easy. You felt like you were on cloud 9 when Minnie's tongue rubbed against your inner walls, her nose brushing on your clit. You'd seriously pay insane amounts of money to get her to do this daily, but you immediately told yourself not to be impulsive and go too overboard with the entire situation. She quickly pulled you out of your thoughts as she seemed to be touching some kind of sensitive spot inside you, pleasuring you just right.

''T-That's it! F-fuck my pussy with that tongue! Fuck!''

Minnie moaned against your pussy and ate you out like there was no tomorrow and soon enough you started to feel your abdomen tighten and your body was trembling. Your orgasm washed over you and you let go of yourself, cumming hard and squirting on her tongue. She lapped up your juices hungrily and rode out your orgasm, letting you catch your breath again. ''Fuck, that was incredible, do that again.''

And by the judgement of Minnie's feline eyes, she didn't mind at all to fulfill your fantasies.

[splendsay]

COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 41: Picture in a Frame

HEY SO YEAH sorry it's a lil late I got writer's block out the ass

love u mean it

pls enjoy

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 41: Picture in a Frame

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 41/? WC: 109,583 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, mature (sexual) content Chapter Excerpt (🚨spoilers!!🚨):

You spend most of the rest of the morning nursing your single cup of coffee and begging Gaz to make you something heavily salted and carbohydrate-dense. He obliges, but not without some good-natured ribbing, eventually setting a plate full of steaming potato wedges down in front of you. 

"Some chips should help, you lush" he coos, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. 

You're so grateful, you don't even bother sticking your tongue out in answer, you just shovel a handful in your mouth and release an appreciative moan. He chuckles and ruffles your hair before turning to wipe down the counter behind him. 

Maybe it's psychological, but you instantly feel better, and your headache is almost gone now, thanks to the aspirin. Gaz is such a good little den mother. You tell him as much and he replies with an unappreciative gesture, eliciting a few huffs of laughter from either side of you -- Soap and Simon.

Most everyone else has left, off to make arrangements for the company's departure. Pull transportable resources, contact folks on the ground in and around Boston, find someone to fly the whole group over there...Cap had a whole list of to-dos. 

 Soap reaches across you and takes a fry, holding it between his index finger and thumb as though it might sting him, delicately nibbling at one end. He looks a little better after hurling a few times, but he's still pretty green. 

"I'm surprised at you, Soapy," you tease. 

He glances at you, chewing his little bite slowly. He doesn't open his eyes fully, like the light is still hurting him. You know Gaz slipped him some drugs too, so his headache must be worlds worse than yours. "Why's that, love?"

You tilt your head.

"I'd've thought a man with such expensive taste in whisky would have a better tolerance."

He scowls. Gestures at you with a tiny wand of potato. "Oi -- vodka is a different beast altogether, lass. 'Specially whatever shite you fed us last night." He pales a little at the memory and takes another, even smaller bite.

You nod somewhat grimly and pop another fry into your mouth. "It was shite, I'll give you that."

"You two are pathetic," Simon murmurs, lifting his mask just enough to slurp his coffee. You don't miss the slight upturned curve of his lips.

One of your elbows reflexively finds its way into his ribs, but he catches it before you can do any real damage. You squeak in protest, snatching your arm back, not missing how his eyes twinkle with mischief. Your belly flutters lightly -- not unpleasant or liquor-driven. Delicate. Happy. You give him a little wink.

Gaz turns halfway from the sink, brows raised. "You got these two to drink vodka?"

You shrug and brush salt off your fingertips. "What can I say? Putty in my hands."

Simon and Soap make synchronized noises of incredulity. 

Gaz turns on the faucet and shakes his head, chortling to himself. 

You glance from side to side, grabbing another fry. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Careful, darling," Simon murmurs, sending a bolt of lightning through your core. 

Soap lets out a strangled groan and leans over his lap, panting like a dog. 

"Not on the floor, Soap, please," Gaz whines. 

"How the hell are you not hungover?" you ask, turning to face Simon more directly, only partly because you really, really don't want to see Soap yack. 

"Who says I'm not?"

You frown, a protest on your lips, when Cap swoops back into the room.

"What are you lot complaining about now?" he asks, rubbing his hands together like he's plotting something. His gaze snags on Soap, but he doesn't slow down as he walks straight up to the other side of Simon, eyeing the four of you. He plucks his hat off his head and grips it in one hand, bracing the other against the island.

"Nothing, Cap."

He snorts and snags a fry. "Somehow I doubt that. Good as always, Gaz."

"Thank you, sir," Gaz replies, holding a small bucket out at arm's length, offering it to Soap, who snatches it without looking up. 

"What's the progress so far?" Simon asks.

Cap makes a disgruntled noise. "Waiting on some call backs. Keller's got some people on the ground in Pennsylvania. I've got some friends in New York. Otherwise it's quiet out there. No comms from major orgs, not since Kate and Sunny were taken."

Your heart sinks a little. You hadn't expected much, but...you'd hoped. 

Maybe you should stop doing that. Hoping.

No, you chide yourself. Don't be silly. You have an entire crew here willing to travel across the ocean with you. If nothing else, that's remarkable on its own.

You just had to get there...if Cap could just get you there...you could figure out the rest. You could. You would.

"Just so you know," Cap says, eyes landing on you. "This is going to be a hell of an operation."

You lift your chin a little. "I know."

"I don't want you to worry. We'll manage."

"Can I help?" you ask. Your voice sounds kind of small.

"No, no," he shakes his head. "I don't think there's anything for you to do, love. Just -- try not to worry."

"You keep saying that."

"Yes, well, I mean it."

"No offense, Cap, but it's sort of having the opposite of your intended effect."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Right. Well. In that case, since I've sufficiently bungled this conversation, maybe I'll just go. Calls to make, what have you."

"But...you just walked in."

"And now I'm walking out."

And he does, taking his hat with him, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. The four of you exchange a look. Soap's nausea must've subsided because he's upright again, bucket in his lap.

"That was weird," he mutters. 

"Yeah...it was," you agree. 

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JJK FF | ROYAL GUARD

CHAPTER TWELVE | SERIES

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When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess

Word count: 3.3k

Rating: 15+

Genre + warnings: Fluff, angst, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, and just being his sexy self. Possessive over his princess. Some kissing scenes in public and in private. Also disappointed parents of Y/n, a little drama and preparations for marriage. The story isn't real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: a little late again, sorry

As you were having breakfast in the big dining hall, you heard loud shouts from outside the big doors.

Frowning, you set aside the cup of coffee you were just holding and asked the nearest servant," What's that noise?"

Since Jungkook left for his morning training and territory duties and checking if there's no more trespassers in the palace, you were left alone with nothing to do so first thing you did when you woke up was take a shower and came down for breakfast.

Expecting an answer from the servant, it was the guard who replied. He was a fallen angel like Jungkook and he looked at you from his post.

"You don't need to worry about that, my lady.  His majesty ordered us to keep  watch on all entrances and exits. That's what we're here for anyway" he said with a slight tilt of his head like he was also trying to listen what is going on.

Confused, the shouts got louder before someone banged against the big door.

"Let me in this instant! There is my daughter!" Your father's voice echoed through the palace with your eyes wide.

"Please, my baby is there!" Your mother  yelled as you stood still in shock before the servant ran out, looking frantic. You couldn't believe you just heard those voices right now.

The guard looked at you worriedly but didn't say anything. The only thing that he could do was stand by his post while waiting for further instructions. "What should I tell his majesty?"

Before you can speak, the doors swung open to reveal your dear father and mother in royal attire. They were first who rushed inside the dining hall with the company of other guards behind them.

As you watched your parents looking so worried, you felt relieved that they are safe and sound. No vampires have attacked them but you didn't know how is that possible that they are here, in the Jungkook's kingdom.

Once they saw you,  your father's eyes lit up with relief before he ran toward you, "My daughter" he whispered to you before crushing you in a tight hug.

You hugged him back tightly. He then let go to hold your cheeks so he could study your face in awe before speaking again.

"How long has it been since I last seen you?" Your father asked with teary eyes, a smile plastered on his face.

Feeling confused by all the questions, you said with a smile, "It's not like I didn't see you every day...but why are you here and not at home?" Then after realizing what you said, you quickly added,"Oh, right. I forgot. The vampires."

"Are you all right, honey?" Your mother joined in the conversation, her eyes full of concern.

Since she was never around and only traveling on business trips, you felt weird about her being so worried but you didn't dwell on it too much. The important thing was that your parents are alive.

"How come you're here? Isn't this place hidden from humans?" You asked with confusion.

Your father simply smiled and took your hands in his," It doesn't matter now. Vampires had been terminated from our land and it is safe to go back home. We just wanted to retrieve you ourselves so no harm is done to you and,-" stopping mid sentence, he looks down at your neck like he just saw something strange," What's that collar around your neck?" Your father pointed to your inked mark necklace which appeared when Jungkook marked you.

"Umm, well  -" you started to stutter, feeling shy and embarrassed to explain such a sensitive situation, especially to your parents, when you suddenly heard someone coming inside the dining room with heavy footsteps.

Looking over your father's shoulder, your eyes brightened when your gaze met the eyes of your king. Dressed in his armor, his hair combed back neatly, he looked dangerously attractive when he approached.

Without his wings, he looked like a deadly predator who walked with a purpose ready to attack if necessary.

"Your majesty. Sorry for delay, I wanted to check the palace grounds for any intruders before we come inside but I see you've already met with your daughter," his low voice creates goosebumps on your skin when he walks even more closer.

"Yes and it looks that you kept your promise as she looks fine and well but I think it's time to go home now. It will be best for her if she stays with us before,-"  before your father could finish, a hand grabbed your chin before pulling you into a chaste kiss.

Your eyes widened in surprise as your king crushed you to his metal chest, not even noticing him stepping in front of you since your parents were standing in the way.

"What are you doing?!" Your father shouted and wanted to push Jungkook away from you but is stopped by some unseen force when you finally got to breathe after the kiss your king pulled.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Your soon to be husband grinned when he caressed your jaw lovingly," Sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you had fun without me," smirking, he left another kiss but this time on your cheek.

Smiling at your flushed face, he turned to look at your father then, his eyes going back to black," She is staying with me and we are having a wedding today so don't  interfere. She is safe under my care and we both agree on marrying. If you insist otherwise, I will not hesitate to kill you. I want her by my side so don't test my patience."

Your father still couldn't move but that didn't stop him from protesting," We didn't agree on this! "

"If you don't like this arrangement, then leave now. And it has to be today. We have no choice because the vampire attacks are becoming worse."

"We made a deal that you will marry her when she turns twenty one, till then she lives with her parents. She has responsibilities to hold in her own kingdom! Are you not aware that you're forcing her now? I'm sure you've not even asked her and told her your plan, it's complete nonsense!"  Your father tried reasoning his point of view as he shook his head with disbelief.

Jungkook sighed in annoyance," I played nice and let you see your daughter so don't try to stop this. She already has bonded with me," As to prove a point, he kisses your neck and the collar starts pulsing and glowing  in blue light, causing a wave of magic that makes you gasp out loud.

"That's her answer. You can choose not to support us now or later. But I won't wait anymore. My time is short and I must make her mine immediately."

"Y/n? Are you really going with this? He's not abusing you, isn't he?" Your mother hesitated to ask.

Feeling anger bubble inside you, it was like switch turned off when you hear them judge him so harshly," Yes, I will marry him. He is the one who has always protected me and always will so  don't you ever think about taking him away from me."

"But he could hurt you! He is not even human! How could you even  accept an offer like this!?" Your mother screamed at you before turning to your father," Your daughter doesn't even listens to us anymore. Do something!"

"I think she made up her mind already and I want to know only one thing, Y/n. Do you really love him?" Your father asked as he held your hands in his.

Nodding your head yes without hesitation, you look straight at your father," Yes I love him with everything I have. He has protected me and brought me into his home and he is the first person who truly cares about me. That's why I chose to stay here with him."

Turning to Jungkook, he looks even more hungry after hearing your confession.

Pulling you to him, his eyes glow from the emotions  coursing through him and his words become husky," This is why I will marry her. No one ever will take her from me again."

"And when do you intend to get married? There needs to be  a ceremony in the palace so we might as well start the preparations now." Your mother suggested.

"Let's just start immediately," Jungkook spoke, cutting your parents off before anyone can say anything else.

Your father looks at him  with shock written on his face," Right away? Just like that? But preparations,-"

"Are not necessary," Jungkook cut him off again," That's why you're here. You will be our witnesses to our marriage if you wish to participate. If not, my guards will gladly escort you out but you don't want your daughter sad or disappointed, right?"

With that your father nods in defeat.

The dress was tight enough  for the top of your shoulders to show a little bit of your pale skin. It was also sleeveless and a very thin layer of material that covered your arms and neck.

The dress was decorated with tiny crystals hanging from the straps that attached to the gown with delicate jewels scattered throughout. It was beautiful nonetheless.

"Can I do your makeup, your highness?" A maid asks you.

When you nod, you watch as she takes some powder, lipstick and blush to put on your rosy cheeks while you sit patiently on a chair.

You were afraid that your hair would have gotten messy during the process but the maids reassured you that you shouldn't worry since their hands were as gentle as they could be.

Once finished dressing your hair, the maid carefully brushes your long hair, careful not to mess it up until your hair falls naturally onto your face. You look pretty and beautiful in your new dress.

Once the maid finishes styling your hair, she gives you the mirror," I hope you feel satisfied your highness. The color suits you so well."

"I think so too," you smile at her softly and then your smile drops when your mother walks inside your chambers and smiles warmly at you.

"How are you sweetheart? You look beautiful in that dress," She compliments you softly.

You turn your head away from her," Thanks, mother,"  trying not to frown at her kind words, your mother seems to notice how unhappy you were about something.

"What's wrong?" Her eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

"It's just that...." Your eyes started watering again.

You wanted to tell her everything but you knew that she wouldn't really care. She never was around in the palace when you grew up. She only came back from her trips once or twice  a year which was the reason why you barely saw each other.

Her visits meant nothing but now, you realized that you missed the feeling of being around her more than you had thought.

"I just...," not knowing how to say it, your mother sits next to you on a chair, pity in her gaze.

"Is it his majesty? You're not happy with him? It's not too late to back out and you can come with us home. It would be better if,-"

"No! It's nothing like that! I love him! " Your voice gets louder as tears started falling faster down your face.

Your mother looked surprised at first, unsure about how to react," You love him?"

You nodded your head," I've loved him since forever. Since the moment I met him, I've been fascinated by him. But I didn't realize what' i felt when I became attracted to him. When he kissed me, when he smiled at me, the feelings intensified. Then I fell in love with him and I couldn't imagine my life without him. So please, help me, mom. Tell dad to back down from his stupid demands but promise that you'll support me in getting married today!"

"Why wouldn't I support you?"

"You've never been by my side when I needed to make my own decisions. It was my father who always made sure I was okay so of course I'm asking you for support. You owe me that much, mother.”

She sighed deeply," I really don't agree with this agreement though. I want you to choose someone better than this man, someone worthy of you. Someone who can give you the happiness you deserve. He may seem handsome and caring yet deep down inside he has selfish desires and he's just using you. Your father didn't told you that he is trying to go back to heaven once he proves himself worthy, did he?"

Confused, you frown at her," He said something about proving himself to the higher angels once he is done building his kingdom here but he never said anything about going back to heaven. I'm sure you've misunderstood something,"

"I think he's planning to betray you, Y/n."

"What?"

"He said that once he finds proof that he is worthy, he will return to heaven. So I advise for you to think before you jump into this marriage,"

"There's no point in thinking about it. Even if he does find proofs against him, he'll still come back to me anyway. He loves me more than any single word ever written. We are perfect together, mom. Everything about our story is true," you argue with her.

Smiling sadly at you, your mother shook her head," I'm sorry my dear. Maybe you'll understand someday in time but don't you think that marrying this man is a huge mistake?"

"No. I've already made the decision long ago. I've chosen him and no matter what happens later, we will get through it together so stop trying to stop me."

"But you're the heir to the throne! You have responsibilities and people to think of! You can't leave your kingdom behind because of one selfish man. Think about your future! What's going to happen to us if you decide to marry him and there is no one who continues to run the kingdom?!"

"Mom," You whisper.

Sighing heavily, your mother runs her fingers through her curly hair. "Just, please think about this seriously. Don't do this. Please, please reconsider." With these last words, she got up from her seat and leaves your chambers.

Closing your door quietly behind her, the maid who was doing your makeup comes back inside since she left so you can talk to your mother in private.

"What happened to your eyes, your highness? Were you crying?"

"It's nothing. My mother and I had a disagreement over something. She doesn't believe in marriage so I think I'm free to decide what will happen to our kingdoms once I am married," You smile at her, hoping it would ease her worries, but she simply shakes her head and goes back to applying makeup to you.

When she finishes, she dismisses herself with a bow and lets you know that everyone has gathered in the throne room for the ceremony. Thanking her, you let yourself breathe for a moment before you walk out yourself.

Trying to calm your nerves, the sudden sensation over your shoulder makes you shiver and you glance over to see Jungkook standing by the window.

"When did you get here?" You ask nervously.

Then you notice his royal suit for the ceremony.

Completely black but for the white cape that hangs loosely on his shoulders which is strapped by shiny black gem stones.

His expression is unreadable as he stares at you. His hands are tucked behind his back and he is leaning against the wall besides the window.

"A couple minutes ago," He answers simply.

Taking another deep breath, you lower your gaze and try to control your nerves.

"Uh-it's a bad sign if you see the bride before the wedding,"  You joke as you laugh humorlessly, your heart rate picking up the pace.

"Oh yeah?"  He asks with interest.

You swallow hard. "Yeah. That means we're going to fight."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he tries to hold back a grin," Is that so?" He says playfully.

"Mhm," You answer nodding your head, agreeing with whatever he says even though you weren't sure anymore.

Your conversation with mother still clouded your mind and you were afraid to  speak again about something related to it. After taking a few more deep breaths, you decide to bring up the topic.

"So...," You clear your throat, trying not to stutter." When did you really came inside? I would've seen you because I was only here with one of your maids. She helped me dress up."

"Oh? I thought saw your mother walking out of our bedroom."

Waiting for you to deny, you nodded your head," Yes, she was here."

"What did you two talk about?"

"Nothing important." You lie.

He walks closer to you, making you feel nervous all of the sudden. You could smell his strong cologne as he leans in, staring intensely at you.

His eyes seem to stare into your soul as you try to not hover in place.

"Lying doesn't suit you, princess." He flashes his teeth in a sharp smile.

"What makes you say that?" You ask sarcastically.

He smiles even wider," I heard every word your mother told you. About how she doesn't approve our marriage, our relationship and that I'm just using you to my own benefit."

"H-how?" You manage to utter as you blink twice, not knowing how even he knew that.

"I know everything, love. " He takes a step back.

You shake your head in disbelief," How is this possible? Are you able to spy on people from outside their walls? Does it have to do with your magic or special hearing?"

"Both of them, darling,"  He chuckles.

"How..?"

Jungkook shrugs," Because I'm a guardian angel. There aren't many things I don't know or couldn't find out about someone who's supposed to be my queen. I'm a protector,"

"So you can read my mind too?"

"No, I can't read minds. But I've known you for years to know what you think and right now you are thinking about if that's true what your mother said."

"You mean about that you're going to heaven after  you prove yourself to the higher angels?" You question as you look at him with uncertainty.

He smiles," Are you scared that I will leave you?"

"No,"  you say immediately, shaking your head with conviction." No, never."

"I'm glad. The longer that I spend with you, the easier it is for me to believe that the universe decided to pair you with me. I know for a fact you wouldn't survive without me, especially when our souls are connected. Our souls are linked. That means if something bad ever happens to either of us then the other will die along with the person."

"We're already bonded, Jungkook. It's impossible for something bad to happen. We'll figure this out together."

Nodding his head at you, he replies," We will. And don't worry about your mother. If she believes we should break up, I'll take care of it. As long as you're happy and safe with me. As long as I'm around you. No one can separate you from me. Trust me,"  He whispers, placing his hand on your cheek softly.

You nod your head as tears begin to fall down your face. "Thank you. I love you. I really do,"

Pulling you close to him, he hugs you tightly, whispering to your ear," I really do, too." Kissing your neck lightly he adds," Now come on, let's go before they think we're late so lets get married, shall we?"

"Wait, Jungkook," you grab his sleeve," You didn't say anything about my dress."

The corners of his lips tug upward," You look beautiful."

"You think so?" You blush lightly.

"Of course," He says, his voice dropping low and sending chills down your spine.

"Now come on, princess, I'll take good care of you so that you'll never forget."

Smiling shyly, you follow him out of the room.

Be continued…

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[lastoneout]

I do want to chime re: that last post, as someone who lives in a place where it's like 100F+ for like half the year, when things are bad enough it literally doesn't matter what you drink as long as you are consuming liquids. Yes, you should try to drink as much water as you can, but if you literally cannot stand the taste of it literally drink fucking anything. Coffee, tea, soda, and gatorade is better than not drinking any liquids at all. The ONLY drink doesn't hydrate you is alcohol, everything else is fair game.

Legit every time I see someone say "only drink water, everything else is bad for you" especially in regards to a disaster situation I want to scream bcs trust me anything is better than not drinking!! And, in fact, just water alone WILL NOT FULLY HYDRATE YOU. If you're eating enough stuff with salt and sugar in it you should be fine but there is a reason that hospitals use a saline solution to hydrate patients, and it's bcs if you don't have enough electrolytes in your system your body just straight up will not absorb the water!! Trust me, I have been super dehydrated before due to the heat despite drinking tons of water and it wasn't until I drank a gatorade that I actually started to feel better bcs I needed the sugars and salts in it to get my body to absorb the water I was drinking!! (Bcs contrary to popular diet culture opinion your body actually needs sugar, salt, and fat to function properly.)

I also know what it's like to try to force yourself to eat or drink something you can't stand and how a lot of the time our bodies just will not let us consume something if we don't like it, so trust me if you hate water to the degree that you will not drink it, DRINK SODA OR COFFEE OR TEA OR GATORADE FFS. You NEED liquids!! You are not hurting yourself, your body WILL hydrate itself with those drinks!! You should ofc again try to ALSO drink water, but if you hate water or don't have safe water just drink a fucking soda.

Add kool-aid or lemonade powder or mio drops or something like that to your water bottles, buy gatorade or pedialyte or another sports drink and drink a cup of water along with them, eat jello and watermelon and cucumbers, make iced tea or coffee and put extra ice in it, freeze juice in an ice-cube tray and put it in your water, have soda or hawaiian punch or sunny d or chocolate milk or whatever, eat popsicles, have soup, literally please just get liquids into you in any way that you can. Every single year summer gets harder and harder and we do not have the luxury of succumbing to "water or nothing" culture, so please just drink SOMETHING bcs nothing kills faster than dehydration and these things WILL hydrate you. Some might not do it as well as others, but they will do it, and that's enough to keep you alive.

TL;DR: Try to drink as much water as you can, but if you can't for whatever reason don't feel bad and pls just drink something, bcs when push comes to shove it's far more important to get liquids into your body than it is to worry about which ones, and drinking soda/juice/a sports drink WITH your water can actually help you stay hydrated BETTER than drinking nothing but water can. As long as you're avoiding alcohol you're fine, so please, just drink something.

[suguru-getos]

using tumblr as a diary cus i'm logged on via my work laptop just taking a break and unwinding thru self care videos. :DD ignore me or read this if you need some self care tips that i took out from a video.

self care tips !! 

journalling: know what you like, what makes you happy, what makes you sad, INTROSPECT.

energy givers/energy takers -> be conscious about your life :)

acts of service to yourself -> deep clean, planning your week, plan the schedule etc (happier w/ less stress)

schedule time for rest !!! 

indulging in the regular mundane moments (ex: one cup of coffee and indulging in it maybe)

changing your perspective about the situations

do the internal work!! being not buying - shadow work journal prompt, manifesting dreams, reprogramme your subconscious

daily choices should align to where you wanna be in life cus duh 

hold yourself accountable! (best align to the person you want to be at the end of this year) are the people around you serving you? what about your routines?

80-20 nourishment foods 😉

your needs constantly change throughout your life: you'll need something different in order to feel taken care of.

write letters to yourself to talk to you and to retrospect about the things that have changed

regulate your emotions : choose how you want to feel about certain things. it feels powerful and peaceful 

WORKOUTTTT, listening to music, eating dark chocolate, taking a shower when anxious -> hack your happy hormones ;3

reading: self education is powerful :DD

burn the letter method 

slow down -> incorporate slower routines in your day that allow u to unwind. (ex: slow morning routine) get things done at your own pace.

ROMANTISIZE LIFE FFS -_- 

[novaursa]

A Lion's Leap (strategic truce)

- Summary: The king announces the betrothal of his youngest daughter, you, to Tyland Lannister. But even the Lannister Lord is taken off guard, as there has been some miscommunication regarding the proposal.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Note: This is the last chapter in this story.

- Rating: Mature 16+ (just to be safe)

- Previous part: unplanned, unbroken

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @misspendragonsworld

It was a quiet morning at Casterly Rock—a rare and precious occurrence. Tyland had just poured himself a cup of wine and was savoring the peaceful moment when a raven arrived from King’s Landing. He took the message with a casual nod, but his expression quickly shifted from calm to bewildered as he read through the words penned in Otto Hightower’s unmistakable, formal handwriting.

You looked up from your seat, noticing his frown. “Something troubling, love?”

Tyland cleared his throat, squinting at the letter as if trying to decipher some hidden meaning. “It’s from Otto. He’s… calling for a truce?”

“A truce?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “What on earth could he want a truce for?”

Tyland huffed, waving the parchment around. “Apparently, because our children are ‘terrorizing’ the realm. He says their ‘antics’ are making troop movements and shipments from King’s Landing to the surrounding regions ‘unsafe.’”

You snorted, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter. “Our children? Causing havoc across the realm? Surely he’s exaggerating.”

“Oh, no, he’s quite specific,” Tyland muttered, skimming the letter with an expression caught between amusement and indignation. “He claims that Alyssa and Daemon ‘swooped upon a supply convoy’ near the Stormlands, scaring the horses and leaving the soldiers fleeing for cover.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore. “Well, that sounds like them, doesn’t it?”

Tyland gave you a look, though you could tell he was trying not to laugh himself. “And then they apparently decided to ‘escort’ a fleet near Blackwater Bay, which involved them setting a few of the sails on fire ‘for sport,’ as he put it.”

“Setting sails on fire? I must say, they’re getting creative.” You smirked, clearly proud of the havoc your children had been causing.

“Oh, but here’s the best part,” Tyland continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “Otto insists that if we can’t ‘rein in our offspring,’ he’ll be forced to consider drastic measures.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Drastic measures, you say?”

Tyland rolled his eyes. “The man is calling for a truce, all because our children decided to treat the realm like their personal playground. And he has the nerve to ask me, of all people, to ‘bring my household in line.’ As if I’m responsible for the dragons too.”

“Oh, love,” you said, placing a hand on his arm, “don’t be offended. If anything, it’s a compliment. Our children are so much trouble, even Otto Hightower himself is begging us to intervene.”

Tyland scoffed, setting the letter down with an indignant huff. “A truce over two Lannisters and their dragons. The man must be at his wits’ end.”

You grinned, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, if he wanted us on his side, he should have thought of that before conspiring to marry us off in the first place.”

Tyland laughed, though his tone was still tinged with disbelief. “Imagine the gossip in King’s Landing. ‘The Hand of the King forced into negotiation by a pair of Lannister dragonriders.’ If anything, this letter should be framed.”

“Or perhaps,” you suggested, leaning back with a smirk, “we could write back to Otto, saying we’d consider a truce if he sends along a detailed list of all the trouble our children have caused. Just for our amusement.”

Tyland chuckled, clearly amused by the thought. “I’m half-tempted to, just to watch him squirm. But honestly, what does he expect us to do? Chain them to their beds?”

“Perhaps we could suggest a family visit to King’s Landing,” you said with mock seriousness. “Let him deal with the children in person if he thinks it’s so simple.”

Tyland’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight. “Now that might be the finest revenge of all. Can you imagine Otto trying to reason with Daemon and Alyssa?”

You both dissolved into laughter at the image, picturing Otto’s face as he attempted to lecture your children about “proper behavior” while they circled him with dragon-induced chaos. Tyland took a deep breath, finally setting the letter aside.

“Well,” he said, picking up his cup again, “let Otto fret all he likes. A truce over dragon-induced inconveniences… as if that’s going to stop our children.”

You smiled, lifting your own water cup in a toast. “To young Daemon and Alyssa, then. Terrors of the realm and Hightower’s nightmare.”

Tyland clinked his cup against yours, grinning. “May they keep him up at night as much as they’ve kept us entertained.”

And with that, the two of you shared a hearty laugh, knowing that the realm would have to adjust to a new kind of rule—the kind where your children could turn even the Hand of the King into a pleading, desperate negotiator.

In the low lit chambers of the Red Keep, Otto Hightower paced the floor, his face a set in a grimace of frustration as he discussed recent losses with his daughter, Queen Alicent. Aegon lounged nearby, looking thoroughly disinterested as he swirled his goblet of wine, while Aemond stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed and looking particularly annoyed.

“We are losing supplies, morale, and most importantly, patience,” Otto said, his voice taut with irritation. “Those Targaryen-Lannister children are making a mockery of our efforts. Every convoy, every shipment, disrupted or terrorized. It’s becoming untenable.”

Aegon snickered, clearly entertained by the chaos. “Well, Grandsire, who’d have thought you’d be bested by a pair of them? I’d almost feel sorry for you if it weren’t so amusing.”

Alicent shot her son a withering glare. “This is hardly a laughing matter, Aegon. Your throne is at stake.”

Aegon raised his goblet in mock salute. “Yes, and I can clearly see that my throne’s greatest threat is a couple of young dragon-riders playing tag across the realm.”

Aemond’s expression darkened as he glowered into his own drink. “Those… brats,” he muttered, “need a lesson in discipline.”

Otto paused, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against his chin. “Perhaps discipline isn’t the only way to handle them.” He looked pointedly at Aemond. “If we want to avoid further... ‘mishaps,’ perhaps we should consider a strategic marriage.”

Aemond arched an eyebrow, clearly not following. “A strategic marriage?”

“Yes.” Otto’s gaze sharpened, a slight gleam of calculation in his eyes. “You, Aemond, could marry Alyssa. It would bring a certain level of… control over the situation.”

At this, Aemond, in the middle of taking a drink, promptly choked, spraying wine all over the floor. “Marry Alyssa?” he sputtered, looking as if he’d just been told to walk barefoot over hot coals. “You must be joking.”

Aegon burst out laughing, slapping his knee as he watched his brother’s horrified expression. “Now that would be a sight. Aemond, trying to tame a Lannister. Go on, Otto, this is the best suggestion I’ve heard in ages.”

Alicent, still somewhat stunned by the idea, looked at Otto skeptically. “Father, Alyssa is… spirited, to say the least. I doubt she’d easily fall in line.”

Otto shrugged. “Spirited or not, the match would ensure some form of influence over them. And it would bring peace to this absurd game of cat and mouse.”

Aemond, regaining his composure, glared at Otto. “I’d sooner face a battlefield than court that wild dragonling. She has about as much interest in me as I do in playing nursemaid to her mischief.”

Aegon snickered, clearly delighted by the suggestion. “Oh, come now, Aemond. Think of the possibilities. You could spend your days flying after her, trying to keep her from setting more sails on fire.”

Aemond shot his brother a murderous glare. “Not another word, Aegon, or I’ll personally send you to Pentos.”

At the mention of Pentos, Aegon’s face suddenly brightened. “Speaking of which—Mother, Grandfather, I’ve had a rather brilliant idea.”

Alicent sighed, rubbing her temples. “Oh, Seven save us, what now?”

Aegon leaned forward, grinning. “Let’s just… go to Pentos ourselves. Let Rhaenyra have the bloody crown, and we’ll take a nice, quiet life across the Narrow Sea. No throne, no dragons, no pesky nephews and nieces playing aerial games with the troops.”

Alicent looked utterly appalled. “Aegon, that is not an option. The throne is your birthright.”

Aegon shrugged. “Birthright or not, it’s starting to sound like more trouble than it’s worth. Besides, Rhaenyra can keep the realm’s dragons from eating the sheep. Everyone wins.”

Aemond scoffed, looking at his brother as if he’d sprouted two heads. “You would just… leave? After everything?”

Aegon held up his goblet in a toast. “Oh, I’d leave in a heartbeat. No more Otto sending ravens about ‘urgent matters,’ no more dragon antics causing political fallout. Just wine, women, and no more Targaryen infighting. Sounds like paradise, if you ask me.”

Otto’s face darkened. “Paradise or not, this is the Iron Throne we’re talking about, Aegon. You have responsibilities to the realm.”

Aegon waved a dismissive hand. “Responsibilities, sure. But who’s to say the realm wouldn’t be better off with Rhaenyra? Perhaps she’s better suited to handling… unruly cousins.”

Alicent looked horrified, turning to Otto for support. “Father, surely you have a plan to stop this madness. We can’t just hand over the throne.”

Otto, ever the strategist, sighed heavily. “Unfortunately, these… incidents will continue unless we find a way to rein in those children. We’ll need something beyond Aemond’s patience, which appears thin enough as it is.” He glanced back at Aemond, who still looked mutinous about the marriage suggestion.

Aegon laughed again, leaning back with a lazy grin. “Oh, by all means, try your plan, Otto. Maybe a marriage is exactly what Aemond needs to keep him… entertained.”

Aemond shot him a death glare, gripping his goblet so tightly it looked like he might shatter it. “You’ll pay for this amusement, brother.”

Otto, clearly unimpressed with Aegon’s antics, crossed his arms. “Until a more agreeable option presents itself, Aemond, consider the marriage proposal.”

Aemond gritted his teeth. “The day I marry Alyssa Lannister will be the day I willingly set foot in the Dragonpit unarmed.”

Aegon, smirking, raised his goblet in a mocking toast. “To marriage, and to Pentos—where we’d all be much happier.”

Otto and Alicent shared a look of exasperation, but Aegon’s laughter rang out, echoing through the chamber as he toasted his bemused and thoroughly vexed family.

The great hall of Dragonstone was unusually lively as Rhaenyra received a raven with an unexpected invitation—one that bore the official seal of the Hand of the King himself. Her advisors and family gathered around, watching her as she broke the seal and began to read.

Jacaerys, standing close by, looked on with curiosity. “What does it say, Mother?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes scanned the parchment, her brows rising in disbelief. She read aloud: “‘In light of recent… unfortunate incidents caused by young Daemon and Alyssa Lannister, the Hand of the King formally requests a peace meeting between the factions of the Blacks and Greens, to be held at a mutually agreed location.’” She paused, blinking, then added, “‘It is the hope of King Aegon and his council that we may bring an end to hostilities, for the good of the realm.’”

The room fell silent, and then, as if in perfect timing, Daemon—who just returned from Harrenhal—let out a hearty laugh, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “So, it took a couple of Lannisters with dragons to bring Otto Hightower to his knees?”

Rhaenyra smirked, setting the letter down. “It appears that young Daemon and Alyssa have accomplished more mischief than even Otto could handle. They’re practically forcing him into peace talks.”

Baela and Rhaena, standing by with identical smirks, exchanged a glance. “To think,” Baela said, “all it took was some aerial pranks and a bit of ‘creative’ intimidation.”

Jacaerys looked mildly stunned. “Our cousins… forced Otto’s hand? By what? Stealing his supply caravans?”

Daemon grinned, crossing his arms. “Oh, it was much more than that, my boy. They turned half his fleet into smoldering wrecks, and it seems they’ve taken to using his convoys as practice targets. I’d wager Hightower’s had about enough of that.”

Rhaenyra couldn’t suppress her own amusement, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Otto must be beside himself with fury, having to call for peace because of two teenage dragonriders.” She paused, reading the parchment once more. “And to think, he’s phrased it all so… carefully, as though this were a matter of great diplomacy.”

Daemon chuckled, shaking his head. “Diplomacy, my love? No, this is a white flag. Hightower’s waving it desperately before young Daemon and Alyssa burn more of his prized fleets.”

The group shared a round of laughter, the tension in the room melting away at the absurdity of it all. Rhaenyra lifted her chin, her smile transforming into a thoughtful look. “Well, if it means a chance to end this war, perhaps we should consider his invitation. Even if it was coerced.”

Ser Erryk, ever loyal, raised an eyebrow. “Do you think it’s safe, Princess? To trust Otto Hightower?”

Daemon scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Safe? Hardly. But if they’re going to such lengths, I say we give them a taste of Targaryen hospitality. We’ll make sure to bring the children along, just as a reminder.”

Rhaenyra grinned. “Oh, yes. I’d like to see Otto’s face when Alyssa and young Daemon arrive.”

Joffrey, always full of energy and rarely still, piped up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Are we all going? Are we going to show them what real dragons look like?”

Rhaenyra’s smile softened, and she placed a hand on Joffrey’s shoulder. “Not all of us, my love. But perhaps just enough of us to remind them why we are not to be trifled with.”

Daemon chuckled, patting Joffrey’s head. “Just imagine, love—Otto, desperately trying to keep his composure while two Lannister dragons swoop over his head.”

The hall burst into laughter again at the mental image of Otto Hightower, stiff as a board, watching Daemon and Alyssa dart through the sky in mock intimidation. Jacaerys shook his head, clearly still stunned. “It’s unbelievable. Of all the strategies, all the battles, and it’s this that forces his hand?”

Rhaenyra gave him a wry smile. “Perhaps we’ve all been thinking too much like adults. Daemon and Alyssa saw an opportunity we might never have considered. And it seems to have worked.”

Daemon folded his arms, clearly proud. “Oh, I don’t doubt it worked. But let’s be clear—this meeting doesn’t mean we’ll be playing nice. We go with our heads high, our dragons ready, and our terms firmly in place.”

Rhaenyra nodded, her expression resolute. “Exactly. Let Otto stew in his own desperation a bit longer. We’ll make him understand that we are not here to be pacified or bribed. If he wants peace, he’ll have to pay for it.”

As she looked around at her family and allies, she felt a surge of pride. This was her family, her strength, and with Daemon, her children, and her loyal supporters by her side, she knew they were unstoppable. Whatever Otto had planned, she would be ready.

Taking up a fresh sheet of parchment, she began to draft her reply, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Shall we make this… official, then?”

Daemon grinned, standing beside her. “Yes, let’s. And perhaps add a note for young Daemon and Alyssa: ‘Your recent ‘diplomatic efforts’ have not gone unnoticed.’”

The hall echoed with another round of laughter as Rhaenyra wrote, each word crafted with the precision of a queen who knew that, in the end, dragons could win the day—whether they were on the battlefield or in the sky, piloted by a pair of teenage terrors who had turned diplomacy into an art form of mischief.

The Blacks and the Greens had gathered in a neutral castle, the great hall prepared as though it were the stage for some dark comedy.

Rhaenyra and her family arrived in grand fashion, her children flanking her with the reader and Tyland standing proudly beside them. Alyssa and young Daemon both looked particularly pleased with themselves, clearly relishing the fact that their antics had led to this moment. Tyland, meanwhile, looked slightly weary but kept a tight hold on his dignity, which was more than could be said for the other side.

Otto Hightower sat stiffly with Alicent beside him, both looking thoroughly resigned, while Aegon lounged in his chair, clearly bored. Aemond stood nearby, his face a mask of irritation that barely concealed his nerves. He looked over at Alyssa and young Daemon with something that might have been dread mixed with respect.

Otto cleared his throat, his voice strained but formal. “We’re here to discuss the possibility of a lasting peace between our families. It’s clear that the realm suffers each day this conflict continues.”

Rhaenyra gave him a measured nod. “Go on, Otto. Speak your terms.”

Otto shot her a stiff smile, turning to Aemond, then to Alyssa, who stood with her chin held high, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “To secure our peace,” Otto began, choosing his words with care, “I propose that Alyssa Lannister marry Prince Aemond. A union between them would seal our families’ bond and bring stability to Westeros.”

Aemond, sipping from his goblet, choked slightly, shooting his uncle a horrified look. Alyssa, however, seemed entirely unfazed. She arched an eyebrow, considering the proposal with a surprising air of indifference.

“Well,” she said, her tone thoughtful, “I can think of worse matches.” She threw Aemond a mischievous look, watching as his face turned an impressive shade of red.

Aemond set his goblet down a bit too forcefully, looking completely unprepared for her response. “Wait… you’re not objecting?”

Alyssa shrugged, flashing him a challenging smile. “What’s there to object to? I think you’ll find I’m quite a handful.”

Aegon let out a snort, clapping his hands together in mock applause. “This meeting’s already worth it for that alone! Poor Aemond, bound to be outwitted by a Lannister.” He leaned back, barely containing his laughter. “Oh, this just keeps getting better.”

Rhaenyra, regaining her composure, steered the conversation back to the matter at hand. “That’s all very charming, Otto,” she said, eyes narrowing, “but what of the throne?”

Aegon, as if waiting for this moment, waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, the throne.” He sighed heavily, looking every bit the bored king. “Honestly, Rhaenyra, if you want it so badly, you can have it. Helaena and I have been talking, and we’re quite eager to go on a grand tour—explore the realm, visit Essos. The crown’s just been…” He searched for the word. “Dull.”

Alicent’s mouth fell open, and Otto’s face turned a dangerous shade of purple. “Aegon!” Alicent hissed. “This is not the time for foolish jokes!”

But Aegon just shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Mother, I’m completely serious. Rhaenyra here wants the Iron Throne, I’d prefer to see the rest of the world, and honestly, it feels like a win for everyone. Besides, maybe ruling will be as dull for her as it was for me. Then we can all laugh about it.”

Rhaenyra shot him a look that was equal parts baffled and amused. “You mean to say… you’d give up the throne?”

Aegon raised his goblet in a mock toast. “Absolutely. All yours, dear sister. I’ll keep the crown as a keepsake, of course. Just a souvenir.”

Otto’s head snapped toward Tyland and you, who were quietly watching the entire display with mild amusement. Otto’s eyes narrowed, noticing your advanced pregnancy, the way you held your hand to your back as if the strain was weighing on you.

“How many children are you planning to have?” Otto asked, his voice coming out in a strained whisper as he watched Tyland’s relaxed, almost smug expression.

Tyland feigned surprise, putting a thoughtful hand to his chin. “Oh, I’d say… six? Or perhaps a full dozen? It’s hard to say, really. We do seem to have a knack for growing the family, don’t we, love?”

You shot Tyland an amused look, catching the glint of jest in his eye, and nodded with a sly smile. “Who knows, Otto? It may end up being more. Dragons and Targaryens have a way of multiplying.”

Otto looked positively stricken, his face ashen as he contemplated the idea of even more dragon-wielding Lannisters tearing across the realm.

Alicent glanced at her father, noting the horror on his face. “Father, I think… perhaps we should have prepared for this meeting differently.”

Otto shot her a look of exasperation. “Oh, trust me, Alicent. I had preparations… but nothing could have prepared me for this family.”

Tyland leaned over, lowering his voice just enough for Otto to hear. “Now, Otto, think of it as… population growth. A sign of peace and prosperity.”

Otto closed his eyes, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer. But before he could say anything more, Rhaenyra turned back to him, her voice calm but steely.

“Well, Otto,” she said, “it seems you’ve gotten what you wanted—a union, peace, and a clear path to the throne. Just as you planned, isn’t it?”

Otto’s mouth opened, then closed, clearly at a loss. He looked around at the grinning Aegon, the smug Tyland, the mischievous Alyssa, and the serene Y/N, and finally slumped in his chair, thoroughly defeated.

“Yes,” he muttered, almost to himself, “exactly as I planned.”

And as the room filled with laughter and smirks, it was clear to everyone present that the Greens had lost not just a battle, but their last shred of dignity as well.

The grand hall was alive with music and laughter as the great celebration for Alyssa’s and Aemond’s wedding reached its peak. Lords and ladies from all corners of the realm raised their goblets in toast after toast, their voices mingling with the melodies played by the musicians. Even Aegon, normally so indifferent to royal festivities, seemed genuinely amused as he clinked goblets with guests, a lazy smile on his face.

But amid the revelry, there was one figure notably absent: you, the bride’s mother.

Instead of joining the festivities, you were in a nearby chamber giving birth, a fact that had drawn murmurs of both awe and concern among the guests. Tyland, ever the loyal husband, had been in the room with you as long as possible, pacing and muttering encouragement, though it was clear he was barely holding himself together.

Outside, however, there was another spectacle in full swing. Viseron, your son Daemon’s dragon, was trying his very best to stick his massive bronze head through the doors of the great hall from the courtyard. Every now and then, the dragon’s golden-green eye would peek through the doorway, much to the terror of Ser Criston Cole and his men, who were trying—without much success—to deter the curious beast from sticking his snout into the festivities.

“Back! Go on, shoo!” Ser Criston waved his arms frantically, his usually stern expression replaced by one of pure desperation.

Viseron, unimpressed, tilted his head, letting out a low rumble that sent half of Criston’s men scrambling for cover. The dragon huffed, smoke billowing from his nostrils, making it abundantly clear that he had no intention of being shooed away from whatever curious noises were happening inside the hall.

Just as Ser Criston was about to wave for more reinforcements, the doors swung open, and Tyland burst into the great hall, his face flushed but positively beaming. He cleared his throat, shouting above the din of the party, “My lords and ladies, it is my pleasure to announce… that my wife has given birth!”

A cheer rose through the hall, goblets raised as shouts of congratulations filled the air. Tyland held up a hand, grinning. “And not only that—twins! A son and a daughter!”

The hall erupted in another round of cheers, even louder than the first. Guests raised their glasses, laughing and clapping, and Aegon whistled, clearly entertained by the news. “Twins, you say?” he called out, smirking. “Well done, Tyland! Twice the dragons, twice the trouble!”

Tyland chuckled, but his smile faltered slightly as he caught sight of Prince Daemon standing up from his seat at the high table, a smirk on his face and… two dragon eggs, one in each hand.

“I thought this moment might come soon,” Daemon declared with a glint in his eye, holding up the eggs for all to see. “So I brought these along in case. Gifts for the newest Targaryens.”

Tyland’s face turned several shades paler, and he nearly dropped his goblet. “Daemon… two dragon eggs?” His voice was barely more than a squeak as he looked at the eggs, which gleamed with fiery hues under the candlelight.

Daemon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Well, you have two new children, don’t you? It seems only fitting they each have an egg of their own.”

A ripple of laughter spread through the hall as guests exchanged knowing smiles. Tyland’s eyes darted to the dragon eggs, then to Daemon, then back to the eggs as if calculating just how much more chaos his household could take.

“I… well, I appreciate the thought,” he stammered, running a hand through his hair, “but perhaps we could… delay the dragon gifts just a little bit?”

Daemon smirked, stepping forward and placing the eggs on a cloth-covered table, the heat from them palpable even from a distance. “Come now, Tyland. You married into this family. This is what you signed up for.”

Aegon, lounging nearby, raised his goblet in a toast. “Here’s to more dragons! I say the realm’s overdue for a few more fire-breathing beasts.”

The guests laughed and clinked glasses, while Tyland cast a sidelong glance at his son Daemon and daughter Alyssa, who were clearly relishing their father’s discomfort. Alyssa leaned over to her brother, her voice loud enough for Tyland to hear. “What do you think, Daemon? Shall we teach the twins dragon-riding as soon as they can walk?”

Young Daemon grinned, casting his father a wicked smile. “Absolutely. We’ll have them in saddles by the time they’re talking.”

Tyland looked as if he were about to faint, muttering something about needing a very strong drink. But before he could escape, Prince Daemon clapped a hand on his shoulder, grinning. “You’ll be fine, Tyland. Look at it this way—you’re helping to rebuild the Targaryen legacy one dragon at a time.”

In the background, Viseron took another try at sticking his head through the doorway, sending a plume of smoke wafting into the hall. Ser Criston’s desperate shouts were barely audible over the cheers and laughter, and one could only imagine the chaos waiting outside as the dragon continued to persist in his curiosity.

Tyland sighed, resigning himself to his fate, raising his goblet one last time in a toast. “To family, to dragons… and to surviving this mad, mad world.”

The hall echoed with laughter as the celebration continued, and somewhere in the crowd, someone muttered, “Only a Targaryen wedding would end with two new dragons on the way and a dragon trying to join the party.”

And with that, the revelry resumed, leaving Tyland with the knowledge that his family—and his household—was about to become more chaotic, more fiery, and far more unforgettable than he had ever anticipated.

[jk-kiwi]

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Characters - idol/bf!Jaehyun X gf!reader (f)

Genre - drama, ANGST and a tiny bit of fluff I think. Word count - 5.9k

Warnings - suggesting/mentioning in some parts but no actually written smut, alcohol consumption, failed relationship, break up, thoughts of cheating but not actually happening, mentions of other members, made up characters.

Summary - He was everything for you, but you meant so little to him.

Author’s note - I use he, she and you A LOT. :))  Honestly, I don’t know how to feel, it’s my first time writing Jaehyun ff’s (I used to write on wattpad though, but not for him, also not in english so excuse my errors). If you read this let me know if you liked it! Enjoy ^^

Laughter filled the empty room, just a normal saturday with your boyfriend, the remaining empty cups of ramen and the scattered utensils were on the table, while you and Jaehyun were sharing drinks and laughing remembering past memories. Since Jaehyun had his comeback it’s been hard for you to keep up with each other, but now all his time is upon you. “Do you remember when we were out with Yuta and Mark and we locked them outside the car so we could kiss? That was so funny!” You let out a heartfelt laugh meanwhile he just looked with adoring eyes at you, getting the stray strands of hair out of your face. “You’re so beautiful” he said and for a second you stopped and looked deep into his eyes, the eyes that held all of your memories, all of your love, they were shining bright, just like stars, and all of the love they held was for you. His face came closer to yours, warm breath fanning over your lips “I really want to kiss you right now”, his hand gently grabbed the back of your head in case you wanted to slip away, but you didn’t have any intention to do so “What’s stopping you?” and with your words of approbation he closed the gap between you two. His lips moved slowly, he just wanted to show you all the love you deserved, soon his hands started making their way down your body, stopping at your hips “How about we continue this in the bedroom?”.

…

A ray of light erupted through the window directly into your face, making your nose scrunch, you wanted to turn around but heavy hands stopped you from doing so, you smiled. His fingers started moving ever so slightly letting you know that he had no intention of letting you go. “Good morning” you whispered to him, just in case he didn't actually wake up, but when you felt light kisses being placed at the nape of your neck, you knew he was more than awake. “Good morning to you too, beauty”. His voice was low and raspy, it sent shivers down your spine. “What’s the plan for today?” you asked, finally facing him. “Hmm” a sight escaped his lips “I have work today, I need to go practice and I still have some more recording to do”. “Some new song?” you asked curiously, slowly rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Yes, it’s for my solo, today is the perfect day since I don’t have that much of a busy schedule”. Jaehyun let you go and got up, he did a little stretch, got the scattered clothes off the floor and went into your bathroom. Having a relationship with an idol was not easy, and since fans didn’t know about you two, things were even more complicated. You started dating around two years ago when you met by accident on the streets of Milan, it was surprising that fans still haven't found out about your relationship . Probably all thanks to the fact that you work from home and have your own apartment where he can come over when he pleases. Indoor dates were always fun, and when you got sick of the walls you lived in, you went to their dorms or to very private places so people wouldn't recognize him. 

Of course, having Jaehyun as your boyfriend made the outside meetings thrilling but stressful, it was worth it though since you loved each other, right? 

After the shower he kissed you one more time and left. You laid back into the soft mattress and let out a sigh, you should get working too.

…

Arriving at the practice room, Jaehyun was greeted by his members and without wasting too many seconds they got to work, practicing for future concerts and stages. After hours of intense dances they were finally done, it was already late but he still had other things to do, he got home with his members, showered and left again to the studio, this time, so he can get his solo done. 

He looked outside the window of the car at the city lights, somehow they were shining brighter tonight, his phone lit up when a notification popped up, it was you. “Yuno! How was your day? Are you still going or did you finish?”. Jaehyun smiled, he loved when you called him by his real name, so you did it all the time and almost never referred to him as Jaehyun. Truth to be told he was Yuno, your boyfriend, when he was with you, not the idol Jaehyun. And for you it made a big difference. Yuno was calm and had a goofy side, he always made you feel safe. Yuno knew how to make you laugh until tears of joy came out, he’s always taking care of you and showing you love, meanwhile, Jaehyun? He was stoic and almost like a block of ice, he loved fame, his career and his fans, you too, but not as a priority, while Yuno would drop anything for you, Jaehyun would drop everything for his career. In the beginning it was frustrating since Jaehyun was at his side almost every time, it was tough to crack him because he was perfect. But now things have changed, he learned to concentrate on career while on stage and on you at home. Everything was in perfect harmony.

“I still have to record some lines for the new song, I will be done late today so I won’t come over, you should eat and get some good sleep, I bet you are tired too”, “Already in bed, hope your recording goes well, take care. I love you!”, “Love you too!”. And without knowing, he arrived. “Let’s get this done”. With a sigh and heavy legs he made his way inside the building. The studio was pretty empty, just some staff and an unknown person in the corner. “You ready, Jaehyun?”, he cleared his throat “As always”. “I hope you don’t mind, but a new trainee came in, she would like to watch if you don’t have anything against it.”.

 The girl rushed to get up and greet the male “Hello, my name is Yuna, I am a trainee and I will debut soon under SM. I hope you don’t mind me here, I will be quiet and just watch. Thank you very much!” she bowed 90° in front of Jaehyun. “I don’t mind it, just don’t interfere with my work.” And there it was, the stoic Jaehyun was back. Yuna fastly nodded her head and sat on the couch again with a big grin on her face. Jaehyun only took a glance at her before getting in and doing his best.

…

A few days later, Jaehyun was in the same place again, the studio room. Today should be the final day of recording, and tomorrow he will start shooting the MV. The last days were hectic for him, practice, photo shoots and late night recordings. He sipped his 3rd Americano for the day, even if it was 11 at night. 

Next to him was Yuna, the trainee who he couldn’t get rid of. She was like glue, if it was practice they would meet in the hallway, if it was photo shoots she would miraculously appear there. He was tired from everything around him, but her presence made it even worse. “We will start a bit late since we found some problems with the cables and it will take a while to change.” a staff member announced. Rolling his eyes, Jaehyun let his head back and spread his arms on the back of the couch. Yuna looked at him, admiring his beauty. “Even after the hard program, he still looks astonishing.” she thought. She wanted to reach him, to touch his soft skin, to get the hairs out of his face, but she stopped herself. Jaehyun felt some eyes and he averted his gaze on her “Is everything okay?”. His low voice made Yuna feel things, and the lazy but intense gaze of his made her a bit uncomfortable. “I was just wondering, don’t mind me”. Jaehyun sat straight and raised a brow at the girl. “It’s like you are following me around, you know. I always see you, how do you do this?”. Yuna felt embarrassed, her cheeks lit up a bright shade of red “I think it’s just a coincidence, I’m not trying to stalk you, I’m sorry if I made you uneasy.” Now Jaehyun was intrigued, his annoyance turned into curiosity when she saw the girl fidgeting around trying to find excuses. He looked upon Yuna who completely turned herself away from him in embarrassment. “She’s pretty” he thought. She was pretty indeed, after all she was an idol to be, probably the type who will have a lot of fans. Her face was small, a mole under her left eye, long and jet black hair covered her back, and her figure was slim but still had some decent curves. She was so different from you.

“It’s okay, I was just curious about how you got everywhere I was, but I’m not mad, you probably just want to see how the idol life is like, right?” even if it was the wrong answer Yuna still nodded. “It’s tough from what I see. I hope I can make it.” she finally let herself a bit loose, and Jaehyun did too. They continued speaking for what seemed like an hour. Yuna was entertaining to him, she was like a mystery that was about to get solved but also felt far away from the answer. He felt like she didn’t show all of her emotions and maybe half of her words were lies or maybe she was just trying to doge the topic? Nevertheless, she had something alluring to her eyes, or maybe it was the way her hand rested on his thigh that got him thinking like this. At that moment he didn’t know, but the Jaehyun in him surely wanted to see more of her. 

…

Good days have passed since Jaehyun and Yuna met, and since the last recording day she was in his presence continuously but this time he didn’t mind it as much.

After all he still was the same Yuno to you, meeting when he got the time, having conversation over text when he couldn’t, sending you flowers and food and visiting you for some moments of sweet pleasure, like right now.

You were lying in his arms, naked, after all the intense activities that took place. He was whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you were playing with his hair. “I am so happy to be here tonight, it’s been a while since we last spent time together.” his lips were kissing your neck gently “I missed this, you know. Work has been hard for both of us and moments like this really make it worth it.” “Hmm, how about another round?” he whispered, hands going lower and lower, but before you could accept his phone rang. “Damnit, I have to take this”. He answered and just in a matter of seconds he was putting on clothes and leaving through the door. “I really have to go, sorry” he said before running out, leaving you in bed.

You knew it was this job, you knew it was probably important, but you felt jealous and sad, because Jaehyun would take over Yuno and leave you in a blink, were you really that insignificant to him?

 You didn’t want to cry, but oh you did. Things were hard for you too, but you didn’t push anything away like him, you always made time for both work and him, you tried to understand that his job wasn't as easy as yours, but you just couldn’t be on his side this time, you were slowly getting fed up of all the running and hiding behind closed doors. 

In the meantime Jaehyun made it to the studio just to see Yuna and the staff worried. “Is it all gone?” he was desperate, someone accidentally erased all of his hard work. Some songs he wanted to release, some songs he put heart and soul in, it was all gone now. The staff left to see if they could salvage something out of the broken drive. Jaehyun gripped his hair in frustration and Yuna, since she was the last one left, felt the need to console him. “I’m so sorry, I was here to record for the debut and all of a sudden they said your songs were gone.” She put her arm on his shoulder and slowly embraced him. And he let her. Maybe it was just because he was stressed, or just wanted comfort, but when her arms wrapped around him, he didn’t feel as uneasy anymore. Yuna hugged and calmed him down, but her heart was twisted “He smells like women perfume”, your perfume to be exact. 

Maybe it was all because he came in a hurry and you were just on your way to a friend's house, but despite the time and place, you still gave him what he wanted. Or maybe because his hands unbuttoned your blouse and the perfume stuck to him in the hurry of getting you to stay. Yuna didn’t know this, but she felt angry and jealous, after all the time spent together, she thought they had something special going on.

“Everything will be fine, you will see” she said as he slowly backed away, their faces only centimeters apart, the girl wanted to close the gap so badly. Looking into her eyes, Jaehyun almost lost himself to the temptation, still fired up from the mind blowing sex he had with you, and pent up with the frustration of losing his songs, he almost gave in. If it wasn't for the staff that entered the room that made them peel apart, he’d probably go as far as taking her instead just to relieve the stress. Now it was time for his mind to go foggy with realisation, was he just about to cheat on you? 

He couldn’t believe that he almost slipped so bad. The staff and the members knew about your relationship and words spread like fire in the industry. What if his actions would’ve had consequences? The staff would see them kissing, or even worse, next they tell another staff member, and in the end words would spread their way to the members ears, and probably to yours too after that. What would he do in that situation? What if you go out and tell the world about everything? His career would be doomed, and probably, without even starting, Yuna’s too.

“We saved them, thank God!” but Jaehyun was still unresponsive, he was about to risk both his career and a healthy relationship for a girl he only met a couple months ago, he felt sick to his stomach. He thanked them all while still in a trance and left without a word, he needed a drink, a strong one, just to let his mind go of the thoughts of you and Yuna.

…

With a drink in his hand and his head clouded, this is how Jaehyun spent the last four days. After the incident he avoided Yuna at all cost, but also avoided you. No more texts, no more calls, he was ashamed, ashamed that this mind could think of another woman after you gave everything to him. “I have no idea about what’s with you, but you need to get yourself together” his roommate, Jungwoo, said. And he was right, after all nothing happened, and in his drunken self he thought “What she doesn't know, won’t hurt her”, replied the boy blankly. With the help of Jungwoo he got into bed ready to start fresh tomorrow, you were probably worried about him, and Yuna should keep her distance after getting ignored for so many days, right?

Morning came pretty fast and Jaehyun was ready to make it alright again. He texted you apologizing and telling you that he will drop by yours later today to explain the situation, packed some things, took a shower and headed to the gym to clear his head even more. He was lucky that at practice he didn’t see Yuna. Night came really soon, and even though it was a bit late he still made his way to your house. Knocking on your door, with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands and some take out in his hand, he was greeted by you. “Come in” you said in a monotone voice. You put the flowers in the vase and the food on the table, in the meantime Jaehyun just looked around, not daring to say something. He missed you, clearly, but deep down he knew his actions hurt you. “Let’s eat”. You were tired, work was hard today, meeting after meeting, your boss on your head to finish the papers and now the boyfriend you thought you had decided to finally acknowledge your existence. “I’m sorry, I know you are upset and probably wonder why I haven’t talked to you these past days”. Humming, you just ate in silence, letting your boyfriend try to talk his way out. “I was busy with work and things got a bit heatted, I lost myself for a second” you felt a bit bad. He worked hard and tried his best to do things with you, but it was the first time he ignored you like this, and it hurt you. Did he really haven’t had the time to at least send you a message once in a while so you know he is doing good? 

“Please say something” he pleaded, you were annoyed right now, all you wanted was peace and quiet. Letting go of your fork you inhaled deep and looked him in the eyes “Did you really have no time for me?”, “No! Of course I have!” he got up ready to defend himself and you followed, now fired up even more than before. “All I wanted was for us to be happy, I am trying to keep us together, but only me, you on the other hand, I don’t know.” you raised your voice. “I am trying too! You know I am busy, it’s not the first time I don’t respond or write to you!". But you couldn’t care, you were in the mood to fight for what was left in this relationship of yours.

 “I know you were busy! I don’t ask you for more than 2 minutes, this is how much time you can spare for me, or at least tell me "Go to hell” or something, so I know I exist for you!”. “You are…just, fucking impossible. I am already trying as hard as I can to make this work between US!” said Jaehyun, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning away from you.

“He turned his back to me, who does he think he is” all type of emotions were running through you in the moment, pent up anger of Jaehyun not spending time with you, work over work over work, tiredness, and in the heat of the moment you just said whatever came to you “Just…Get out!” 

This is how the argument ended, and what surprised you even more is that he did, not even a glance back, he got his jacket and left you standing there, processing what just happened until bottled up emotions got the best of you and hot tears spilled, his words and actions cutting a deep wound into your heart.

…

Once Jaehyun was out of your house he felt gushes of guilt wash over, maybe he was just over-dramatic, he wanted to make it right with you and instead he made it worse. He wanted to drink again, to take his mind away and let his body fill with alcohol, but he couldn't, and as good as karma works, he had to rush to the company to discuss some other things. And if that was not frustrating enough, in the room, seated on the couch was Yuna. At that moment Jaehyun wanted to disappear. 

“What’s wrong this time?” said Jaehyun, visibly frustrated, Yuna hopped on her feet right when she heard his voice, she was wondering why was Jaehyun avoiding her, it actually pained her a bit. 

The staff explained that it’s not about his activities as an idol, this time it was about Yuna. She saw Jaehyun working so hard on his songs that she felt motivated to write her own ones, for the future. The problem was…she didn’t know where to start. So she asked around to see if help would come her way and when Taeyong recommended Jaehyun for starters, since their taste in music was also similar and he could use a bit of practice too, she was on cloud nine and made her way through thick and thin to reach him. 

On the other hand, Jaehyun, upset about the fight, didn’t really want to take any part in whatever Yuna wanted to obtain, but when she approached him with puppy eyes, big and glossy, something inside him snapped and like that he fell in her trap once again. Her words were like honey “Oppa, I know you are busy and have so maaany things to do, but could you help me just a bit, I promise I will reward you very well”. If in his mind was Yuno, not Jaehyun, he would probably think she was cringe and would just deny her requests. But the idol part of him wanted a bit of revenge and for now her temptations could work wonders against someone else, you. 

“It’s the perfect plan!” Jaehyun thought. He would let you cool down and spend his time helping Yuna instead, and you would get jealous seeing them spending time together. Then he will do his best to make it up to you, and let you know that you can trust him and he will never break your heart. From a distance, it was the perfect plan, but in theory anyone (but him) could see it was just bound to be a BIG fail. “Sure, I will help you” said him without second thoughts this time. Yuna jumped from happiness, she was getting what she wanted.

…

For you this was hell.

Yet another night with you wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, wiping your red nose. You were what people would call a wreck. After the argument, Jaehyun didn’t try to reach you anymore and the news you got about his whereabouts were mostly from his members. They didn’t know you two fought, well…apart from Haechan, but he wasn't much help to you anyway. 

Sniffing once more, fresh tears rolled down your face, you hated everything right now, you hated him (not really). Was it that hard for him to try to understand you too? 

You would let anything down for him, plans, friends, work, heck, even family if it was interfering with your relationship. It was not because you were crazy over him, you loved him, sure, but he was your first boyfriend, first love, kiss, your first everything, and you didn’t want to let go of your story with him. But sadly, in a relationship, you can’t force love, it should equally come from both parts for it to not be toxic.

Your mind was flooded, was this really the beginning to your end?

You didn’t want to believe it, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he doesn't want to come your way, not even meeting you halfway, you would come after him yourself. With that you were determined to find Yuno in Jaehyun once again. 

…

On Jaehyun’s side, he was actually pretty happy around Yuna, and it was a bit messy since he 

slowly started to forget about you, the problem was, he didn’t know it yet. “How about, I am really curious about you, the same goes for you 

This is enough, a chasing game

Can't stand this attraction and curiosity “ asked Yuna.

“It sounds nice, and I feel like it has a hidden meaning to it, you can add it.”

Yuna was pleased as well, all of Jaehyun’s attention was on her in the last few days, but even though she tried to sneak a bit under his skin, the tough shell of Jaehyun was really hard to crack. She didn’t stop here, no, Yuna was determined to get more and more of his attention, and surely she still had a few aces down her sleeve. 

“I never thought it was this hard to write lyrics, I just assumed you put everything you want on a piece of paper, but it's more than that.” Yuna scooted closer to him just to observe his reaction. “You actually have to put some heart into them to turn out the way you want.” said her with a honey like voice, her hand placed close to him,she observed how he was not tense like past times, now he didn’t even feel her hand almost touching his. “Well, songs are not just made by heart, they also contain a small part of yourself, a story that you want to transmit to the fans.”, “Is that so?” now her head was resting on his shoulder, looking up with doe eyes at the man. Jaehyun didn’t notice until he felt one of her fingers caressing his hand. He tensed a bit then and tried to move so he could get away from her, but Yuna was persistent and their cat and mouse game continued till they reached the end of the couch.

“Oppa, I have a question for you.” The man didn’t dare to look at her, he knew her way too well already, the intense gaze, the dark eyes filled with mystery, it made him feel dizzy. “Is it more important than your songs?” said the man gulping down the knot in his throat.  “Yes” Jaehyun inhaled, putting down the pen and paper he was holding. “Ask away then.” “What’s your type? In a woman I mean.” The atmosphere around them became really dense all of a sudden, “What type of question even is that?” thought Jaehyun, taken aback by her sudden boldness. He needed a second to think about that. “What’s with this question?” he got up from the couch letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable”, Yuna wanted to curse herself now, maybe she went on too fast, it was too early to ask this type of questions and she didn’t want to get avoided and ignored once more, especially since things were working wonders in her favor . Eager to repair her mistake she just started spitting apologies after apologies, saying how dumb she was and that her words were not said with bad intentions.

“Just, forget about it.” Jaehyun said, going towards the door, leaving the young girl alone. He felt suffocated because of his thoughts. Yuna knocked some sense into him with her question and made him think that maybe whatever he was doing was wrong. That only happened for one reason, though. The moment she asked his answer was one and only one, “you”. That’s what he wanted to tell her, and what disturbed him was not the fact that “you” meant Yuna, it was the fact that “you” did not mean you anymore.

…

More days went by, and now your relationship with Jaehyun was, to say, a bit delicate. You started talking and seeing each other again, but it was odd, something changed after your argument and you couldn’t figure out exactly what. Home dates become just you and him sitting across the couch, barely speaking, dinners were quiet as well, the flaming fire you felt when he caressed your skin was now just an icy touch. You still tried pushing through, when he was busy you would visit him, and when he came over you would not be against anything he wanted to do, even if it was tiring you fought for love, a love whose flame seemed extinguished a long time ago. 

Even now, kissing around your chest, whispering words into your skin. It just didn’t feel the same, everything felt distant, all the emotions that were once engulfing your body vanished. You felt like crying, eyes wide open, staring into nothingness, you felt empty. “I love you” that’s what he said, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, you wanted to, so much, but it was like the words got stuck into your throat. His touch felt stray, his kisses burned your skin, this was not love anymore, you knew it, because you saw it.

You saw the woman that clouded his mind.

A few hours ago, he was busy again, of course. You just wanted to make him something to eat since it was getting late and you knew he didn’t have lunch. Bringing the bag with freshly prepared food you strolled through the hallways of the building until you arrived in front of the door, upon opening it you were surprised to see your boyfriend having company. At first it was awkward, sitting on the couch while they were working on making music, but then you started seeing things you wished you would never see. 

At first it was the laughter, then her hands who sneakily found their way all over him, after it was his glance, he looked at her just the way he used to look at you, when you both started to fall in love, the same flame that vanished from his eyes when he looked at you was now for her.

 It hurt you.

The man you claimed you loved was not yours anymore. And so you left, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, he didn’t even acknowledge your missing presence, until it was too late, you were already home for a good minute. But he felt bad and after he finished his work he left in a hurry to your house.

And there you were now, him on top of you, but instead of loving you he was imagining it was her. He wished deep down it was her with him instead of you, he wished he could kiss her, touch her, love her more than he loved you. You knew it too, you knew you drifted apart, you knew he saw her whenever he was with you, it was clear now, whatever love he had left for you faded away with the thought of her.

But things change, and so do you. You were like a star, at first you shined, you were warm and bright like a white dwarf, catching his gaze wherever you went. But now you are just a replacement, and white dwarfs get dimmer and dimmer until they eventually stop burning and go dark. Stars like you live fast and die young, detonating as supernovae, completely disintegrating themselves in the process. And that happened to you too, and the reason was a man you loved, a man you thought you would spend an eternity with, grow old and have a family with, a man named no other than Jeong Jaehyun. 

As night went dark and he went fast asleep next to you, this time not holding onto your body for warmth, you felt numb, part of you still wanted to make it work, but it felt pointless now. You let silent tears stream down your face, cuddling your own warmth, you needed to put an end to this, it was too much to handle for you.

…

The bright light of morning was accompanied by heavy rain, it was like the weather was crying for you as well, crying for a love story that was about to fade.

Sitting silently at the table, with a cup of tea in your hands, blankly staring outside the window, shifting noises were heard around your apartment.  Your boyfriend was finally awake. “Good morning” he came down, no shirt on his body, only a pair of shorts. You looked at him, oh how much your heart ached, you felt drunk, suffocated by his presence. He looked at you wondering what was on your mind, but he didn’t dare to ask because he had an odd feeling deep inside him, uneasiness. “I have to go, work will start soon.” but you still looked through him like he was made of glass. He got up, showered and dressed, he was ready to leave once again to see her, he was eager. Letting go of your cup you went up, hands resting on the table, head hanging low. How can you prepare for a moment you thought will never come? Tears were threatening to fall once again, you heard him grab his keys, it was time. The time to destroy what you built all these years. “I’m sorry” you sobbed. He turned to look at you right before exiting, wandering what took over you. He softened when he saw your state, empathy taking over his heart. “I just…can’t do this anymore.” Hesitantly Jaehyun took a step forward. “I tried. I tried so hard to make it work. But I can’t, not anymore.” He started getting anxious, but deep down he knew this was the end. “Don’t say this…” “This is the right choice, you know it too” you sobbed. “It’s not true, it’s not the end for us, we are way too deep to end it here, I will not let you go.” You scoff looking away from him. “I think it’s a bit late to fight for us now, to fight for this “relationship” or whatever you want to call it.” you said, biting your lip, trying to stop your emotions from spilling. “Do I mean nothing to you?”. You just couldn’t believe it, after everything he had done, what was left of him was just audacity. “You meant everything to me. It’s me that meant so little to you. Even now, when we are falling apart, you still claim that I wanted nothing but the worst for you.” Shaking your head, you wiped your tears. “I’m sorry for this but it’s the end of us.” You both exchanged glances one last time. “I’m sorry for relentlessly giving you every piece of me. I’m sorry for loving you so much that I tore myself for you. I’m sorry but my heart is broken into pieces, I paid my price for being with you and now I have to let you go.” He turned without a word, his hand shaking on the door knob. “I’ll never forget you, thank you for letting me love you Jaehyun.” and with that he left, the door closing loudly behind him, the echo ringing in your ears. 

This was it.

 The last time you will see him. The last time you will hold him. The last time you will call him yours.

Because in the end, the Yuno you loved, only loved you like Jaehyun would.

[dailyautophagy]

I have off tomorrowwwwwwwsa

we all do probably but

it doesn’t feel like Saturday to me

I’m a big fan of that lol

I don’t have a ramble in me but imma force one out because

This Tom papa special is pretty good but i don’t wanna give my undivided attention to it

He is making jokes about food influencing your behavior and mood and I know he makes his own bread cause I listen to him on podcasts lol and he is just good at his job and doesn’t preach to people he just does good jokes that might make people think twice before eating a bag of cool ranch Doritos because a while after you want to kill yourself a lil

I think I typed that 5 hours ago and then i came back to this to ramble more and then tumblr did a crash and it didn’t save the rambles after this ramble (sad, because decent lol)

there are four married men at my work that go out of their way to be nice to me and like not other people and just

why

i mean know why (and no I ain’t gonna touch it) but like why do they think that’s okay lol are they just being nice out of pity

I know it is not ideal to be aware of motivation existing for every and all things but like it does and therefore no these people are not just being nice to be nice there is a reason

There’s always a reason for everything even if it’s not a good one or

Like I don’t know the reason we evolved brains that are painfully aware of our imminent death but I know there IS ONE lol

I know a lot of the reasons for things now, health issue things, sadnesses and such

Don’t pretend being depressed is just part of life and it won’t be / I think therefore I am / if you say you can you will & if you say you can’t you’re right /

You get it

I am tired

I want to cum

I need to drink water

We’re all the same really lol

The thing about ants not tryna leave the boundaries when someone draws circles around them and then showing all the BORDERS OF COUNTRIES like I get it lol but we need them at this point because without them the places that suck will trickle into the places that are nice - if we had started with no borders everyone would be the same maybe lol or dead

I know nothing John snow don’t fucking listen to me

You can actually :/ i do know a lot of things and it’s not like hidden secret knowledge it’s just not ever addressed lol because guess what’s easier? Popping pills

I don’t like that about the world

It card to find someone without a prescription lol even I smoke weed ffs that kinda counts plant or not

The only person raw dawging life is ….no one.

Find me someone not drinking caffeine and not prescribed anything. I thought did but he sneaks cans of Coca Cola and has prescriptions now (cause he didn’t take care of his damn body)

AND NOW IT IS 3AM

It’s three am I must be lonelyyyy

No it’s actually 411 according the the fucking alarm clock this asshole downstairs is sleeping through lol it’s set for 405 so even I didn’t hear it for a whole 6 minutes .. but I’m not IN THAT ROOM LIKE HE IS. Idk how people sleep through loud noises like that lol DRUGS?!?

I mean dude makes almost 1000 a week and I take 300 because life is expensive and this isn’t a goddamn homeless shelter but he’s somehow always poor lol which like how - I’m buying the groceries

Which I forgot I said if I had to pay for them I wasn’t going to be also preparing all his meals like you want a slave you gotta stock my shit lol

But last night he was napping (last night aka like 5pm yesterday) so I went in the kitchen WHERE I BELONG to make dinner and put dishes away and I made rice (which just requires patience like you gotta wash the rice and then let it boil - I do a cup of rice almost 2 TBSP of oil and 1/2 tsp salt and 1.75 C water and I hate American measurements lol I think that was one way they tried to fuck up our ability to use food as medicine. Cause back in the Florence nightingale time (and location) they had recipes we prolly never even heard of. Remedies and recipes

I get so mad now when people don’t understand that our own body is responsible for our own healing and you just gotta it the right conditions lol like definitely SET broken bones and definitely antibiotics have saved lives but MOST things most illnesses and even most diseases are within our realm of fixing. You don’t need doctors. We didn’t evolve from cavemen because doctors existed. I’d venture to argue that doctors now do more harm than good. Granted we are not taught the things or given the tools to know how to fix ourselves lol but like the truth is out there man lol

Seriously though I wish I found Barbara O’Neill when I was in school. I graduated highschool in 2008 and dropped out of college after people started dying from pills and getting their drugs laced with fentanyl lol but alas my career didn’t require it.. despite everyone else I work with having a college degree.. So LOL at them.

I’d be in legitimate debt instead of just bad at money

Also I swear to fucking god these assholes are going to make me take my days off around Christmas so I don’t get all the OT again lol

Trust me, your omnipotent creator doesn’t get offended by words, and since I’m not a believer like that I’m not actually using the lords name in vain or whatever the fuck …. Wait yes I am because I am using it in an empty or meaningless way … I always thought it meant thinking like “this is gods fault” and being so disappointed by god you then curse him

I don’t know

Spiritual, yes. Religious, no. Religion is responsible for all the wars. And those imaginary lines we decided were worth killing people over. I mean now it’s too late the lines are necessary because some countries are shit holes and some are not but maybe if we had never segregated ourselves we wouldn’t be so different from eachother but TOO LATE what’s done is done and now I don’t want people imported from other hemispheres and TBH neither do their gut biomes you’re supposed to eat the food indigenous to your area lol that’s why I can fuck with everything apples forever like I wasn’t raised on milk I was raised on apple cider lol AND IVE NEVER BROKEN A BONE I’ve really fucked up my elbows and tailbone but nothing to my knowledge ever broke perhaps teeny tiny fractures and for sure bruises but never casts never snaps 🤞 I hope I hope I hope the universe never makes me / I never do anything to warrant that karma lol my brain is the mob btw if I disrespect the order of the world instant karma and thus far it (my karma) has been eerily accurate

If I’m mean or do a rude thing, something bad happens to me lol usually nothing too serious but low key (so low key I would never actually say this to humans esp my sister) but I think my XL abortion is why I don’t have parents - which I know is like not how cancer works lol I know they grew that shit over so many years and it was a direct result of their lifestyle / dietary choices - but yet I still feel that(low key) if I had had that baby they would not be dead.

And that’s a weird way to feel.

But I don’t think there’s anything after this lol because I think energy gets recycled but not SOULS or whatever makes us have a spark of electricity in every cell. Salt water I guess lol shits crazy

There’s so many layers to health and once you realize the building blocks matter

Like do people not liken it to gas grades and cars

Put premium in your body it is worth it and ultimately over time regular will fuck up the engine

Our body our cells our mf dna is made up of what we eat lol well it’s actually nucleotides but NUTRITION AFFECTS HOW WE MAKE NUCLEOTIDES and therefore our dna BUT we cannot change our chromosomes and we cannot fully detox from an mRNA vaccine lol

I should go back to sleep lol

I want to brag about famous people living near me and being on my ro…can’t even say that lol as I don’t wanna dox myself or career

If you know my job don’t fucking tell people please lol they don’t need to know

Suffice it to say that I only own a home because my parents are dead and not because my career is a real money maker lol but

See can’t even brag about the benefits without basically doxing

Doxing is a such a faggot word lol

And concept tbh like mind your business troll

I hope every human responsible for the squirrel euthanized in NEW YORK okay caps gets mugged Or assaulted Or like some not death but like a physically painful thing happen to them because what the fuck is wrong with you lol you did this because you were “concerned”? Well now it’s dead, are you happy? Nothing to be “concerned” about. Fucking disgusting. And obviously voting for Kamala so like

The type of people who are voting blue blindly are the type of people who can’t mind their own business and need the tv to tell them what to believe

Also imagine setting a ballot box on fire and genuinely believing you’re on the right side of history

You don’t have to like trump personally but you do have to respect the fact that millions of us do and we literally elected him to be a presidential candidate despite the television programming everyone to hate him - we don’t watch news lol maybe someone watch fox but like I do think most of us don’t even have cable anymore like

Now tis 6am and I am still not back asleep lol but it’s not dark anymore so I might have to stay awake

I love my nails and I’m so grateful for the glass files the pretty blonde one told me about (I mean I think I knew they existed but I didn’t use them lol) and my nails like so useful so strong so GOOD FOR PICKING MY FACE which is BAD lol I can’t not pick my face I hate this for me

Like I’m probably better off touching my phone cause then I’m not picking my face lol but being perpetually on tumblr feels like not a good thing but also it is the best way to not spend money lol not shopping online OR FIND US IN THE APP or whatever something about capital letters in advertising always made me feel like a robot was yelling at me

Rumble is the best way to watch Barbara I always just listened on SoundCloud whilst at work but the viewing of her and the white board is a much different experience lol not hugely better but a little better

Seinfeld and laying with bobo

Bison steaks!!! I forgot they are amazing and ground bison burgers are kind of not lol so just be aware

I think they’re less fucked with than cows but it’s possible that’s just wishful thinking

End ramble heavy eye shallow breaths maybe i will see you inn the dream world WHO WHO WHO WHO what are you an owl lol sometimes i want to say things just

To be able to make a joke after

And sometimes

I can’t stop wanting

To fix my teeth they are not okay on the bottom like I’m gorgeous my smile is gorgeous but if I talk you can see the bottom teeth are not good and i want it fixed i want it fixed i bought the things to fix them one time and then i did not do it i just used the ugh no doxing me it was like I didn’t truly feel I paid for the jawns?? I assume that’s why i had the gall to waste almost 2k like that

They are useless at this point like my teeth didn’t just go back to how they were before that would be too convenient they’re a new type of screwy now

Whatever I don’t know why I’d use the same people imma prolly try… not byte lol cause I already did byte

But I don’t want one I gotta go to dentist for ever like if I was willing to sit in those chairs and breath those gross airs every month 🤷‍♀️

Okay lay down sleepy lol