#some asks just. don’t show up in my notifications 💀💀💀💀

[swiftmitsu]

And what if I did?

i’m going to break into your house and steal your secrets.

[brenwritesss]

Talent part 2

Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: You and Paige talk more after the live, resulting in the two of you getting to know each other.

paigebueckers sent you a message.

"You said you had a thing for blonde hoopers?"

You smile at the message, expecting her to have said something like this. You weren’t blind; you did see all of the notifications of people tagging her in your comments, and you in hers. You saw what she said about you and your ex-girlfriend. And she was exactly your type so you were going to have fun with this. 

“Yeah I said that.”

Within seconds, you saw Paige typing and you wondered what she was going to say. However, you felt a bit of unease as you recalled memories from your previous relationship. You were a flirt, everyone on social media knew when they saw your interviews and even your songs were flirtatious. But you didn’t just want to flirt with Paige. You didn’t want to get hurt again or get your hopes up.

“Come to one of my games. I’ll make it worth watching.”

Your heart beat sped up, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “I’ll think about it.”

“Are you gonna be in CT anytime soon?”

“Yeah, for a tour in a couple of months.”

“Where at?”

“Hartford.”

“Not that far from Storrs, sounds good to me.”

“What?” You were confused at what she was saying.

“I’ll come see you when you’re in Hartford and you’ll come to one of my games.” 

“And I don’t get a say in this?”

“What, like you’re gonna say no?”

You let out a small laugh, clutching your phone in your hands and practically kicking your feet in bed like a little kid. Texting her back you said, “No, I’ll say yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

God, she was so hot.

You had decided to go scroll on TikTok, not wanting to give Paige the satisfaction of noticing how fast you were replying to her. Immediately upon opening the app, the clip of you and Paige on KK’s live flirting with each other was sure enough, going viral. You decided to take this opportunity to stalk Paige’s account to further see what you were getting yourself into. In the span of ten minutes, you found yourself towards the bottom of her page, looking at all of her old cringey TikTok’s that she filmed back when she was in highschool. 

Trying to scroll to the next video, your finger slipped, causing you to tap on the like button. “Oh shit,” you said to yourself as you quickly unlike it and mentally slap yourself in the face. Now Paige would know that you were stalking her Tiktoks. 

It wasn’t long before you received another DM from a specific blonde hooper:

“So instead of texting me back, you go stalk my TikToks?”

Shit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Baby you’re not slick.”

Internally freaking out, you took a second to realize the current situation that you were in. I’m Y/n fucking L/n, there’s no way I’m getting this flustered by a college basketball player. You needed to fire back with some heat and fast before Paige found out she could have you wrapped around her finger. Texting back, you said, “baby you're not special.”

“Whatever you say, beautiful.”

Deciding to have some fun with her, you type, “you think I’m pretty?”

“Y/n, the whole world thinks you’re gorgeous.”

“I didn’t ask about the world, I asked about you.”

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen fr. I’m not even playing.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks while you smiled at your phone. You didn’t know how to respond to that, the only thing you could think of was, “thank you Paige.”

Her response was instant. “I can show you how pretty I think you are.”

“That could be taken so many ways.”

You could practically feel her smirking on her side of the phone. “I’ll take it wherever you want.”

“Interesting offer, Bueckers.”

“KK wanted me to tell you she’s a huge fan💀”

“Haha tell her I said I’m a huge fan of her. And that she’s invited to my show in Hartford.”

“Where’s my invite?”

“You listen to my music?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then I guess you can come.”

“You guess?”

“I can tell security to not let you in if you’d like.”

“Okay, no I’m perfectly happy with my invite.” Before you could respond, she began typing again, “what’s your favorite flower?”

You were taken back by the random question. “Uh Lilies of the Valley. Why?”

“Just wondering. I’ve got practice but I’d like to talk more later if that’s chill with you?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

You liked her message and put down your phone. You had to be careful because if this continued, you’d find yourself whipped and simping for Paige Bueckers. You let yourself fall asleep, thinking about your recent conversation with Paige. Don’t get hurt, was all that was replaying in your head. As long as you kept your guard up, not getting hurt should be easy.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of your doorbell. You slowly got out of bed in nothing but an old t-shirt and shorts and made your way through your house to the front door. Checking your peephole, there was nobody standing there which you found quite odd.

Deciding to open the door, you couldn’t see anyone walking away from your door. Just as you were about to close it, your eyes drifted towards the ground and a bouquet of flowers caught your eye. Picking up the bouquet, you examined it. A small bouquet of Lilies of the Valley. You smiled and looked for a card inside the bouquet. Sure enough, you found one:

Let me show you how beautiful you are

-Paige

Her texts began to replay in your head. Yeah, you were definitely fucked.

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | four.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, levizmiller, dior.n.goodjohn, and others

y/n — australia’s my new fav country

tagged | levizmiller

levizmiller i’m challenging you to another round of pool tonight ↳ y/n bet

iamcharliebushnell when’d you go to australia? 😭 ↳ y/n when u didn’t show up for acai bowls >:( ↳ iamcharliebushnell im sowwy ↳ y/n DONT YOU DARE ↳ iamcharliebushnell okok sorry but thought you'd be in london ↳ y/n soon, yeah :')

levizmiller y/n im gonna poke you ↳ y/n okayy hi ↳ levizmiller let’s get boba ↳ y/n YES

dior.n.goodjohn I MISS U COME BACK TO ME ↳ y/n once my australian chronicles are over i promise i will <3 ↳ dior.n.goodjohn WOOOO

walker.scobell youre pretty! ↳ y/n thanks lil dude!

i.am.andrewalvarez AUSSIEEE ↳ y/n THE SWEET ESCAPE FR

aryansimhadri DID YOU SEE KANGAROOS ↳ y/n NO NOT YET THOUGH I HOPE I DO

dailymail Y/n and Levi? ;)

user omg bf reveal happening??

user2 ive never held my breath this much

“GALILEO’S GALS” — 5 notifications!

chanel’s enemy Y/N

lee lee Y/N

dr dre why am i in this gc

chanel’s enemy because u are

lee lee we’re getting off topic Y/NNN CMERE

↳ hiiiii?

chanel’s enemy HIIII HRU ILY

↳ ILY TOO BAE IM GOOD WBU

chanel’s enemy WE GOOD WE HAVE SOME ?’s THO

↳ oh?

lee lee ARE YOU AND LEVI DATING

dr dre OHH THIS MAKES SENSE YEAH ARE YOU??

↳ nooooo

chanel’s enemy that’s a very interesting no

↳ we’re not but idk

chanel’s enemy what

lee lee girl wdym

↳ we’re not dating but i think he likes me? idk

dr dre do you like him back though???

↳ eh he’s very sweet but i’ve always seen him as a best friend, i don’t think we could be more

lee lee do you want to be more??

↳ i mean, i’d give him a chance if he asked? but it’s not anything i’m particularly into or wanting

chanel’s enemy okay that helps

↳ uhhh why

dr dre well if my sleepy ass remembers correctly, everyone and their mother are wondering if you’re dating

↳ nah that aint possible

lee lee it is, stupid dailymail picked up on it first 💀

↳ my manager’s asleep, no wonder she hasn’t updated me lol oh well idgaf they can think what they want

chanel’s enemy but even walker and charlie are 😭

↳ they’re gonna forget it in t-minus four secs it’s fine

dr dre whatever you say, ma’am but are you sure that ‘cryptic’ caption won’t cause any issues??

↳ uhh andrew you’re scaring me

dr dre what if someone likes you? like like-likes you and knows you and gets hella jealous or doubtful? and not saying charlie does but he was raving about how he might finally get to hang out with you, ONE ON ONE. what if he thinks he can't because he thinks you two are dating?

↳ bro first off ik you don’t like me, neither does aryan and i know its DEFINITELY not walker

lee lee girl he had a celeb crush on you a few years ago dont tell him i told u that

chanel’s enemy LMFAOOOO but no andrew has a point how come you didn’t mention charlie? 🤨

dr dre yeah i was just aboutta say 🤨 especially after my little analysis?

↳ SECONDLY, guys, charlie doesn’t. not one bit and that’s obvious, like he isn’t even in considerations. i understand what he may feel but he has nothing to worry about. he knows i won't ditch him or anything lol (right?) but if anything the only person that’d be a little confused or whatnot is william

chanel’s enemy WHAT?? AS IN WILLIAM FRANKLYN MILLER??

lee lee huh 😃

↳ we dated for a month back when we were 15 or so and realized we were way better off as friends

lee lee why ?

↳ idk i think i was just jealous of lily 😭 but anyways we’ve been just friends since and i’m completely happy with that. i don't see him romantically anymore, yeah he’s hot but like nah. but yeah if he was confused, it's probably because i was best friends with levi when we dated too and might question if he was the cause of our split?? AGAIN THATS IF HE OVERTHINKS IT

dr dre i feel like i’m reading an autobiographical analysis you definitely are fond towards “millers”

↳ ur welcome <333 and NO i am not

chanel’s enemy okok so we got several people who’d be jealous

↳ WHAT WDYM SEVERAL I ONLY LISTED ONE

lee lee ain’t no way you’re ignoring charlie

↳ DUDES I REALLY DONT THINK HE LIKES ME

dr dre but there could be a possibility? just don’t rule him out

↳ bro he doesn't like me 😭 but yeah trust me everything’s gonna be okay again i dont like anyone and no one likes me, and we'll make sure it's obvious i'm single in case anyone does though that may take a while... ANYWAYS

lee lee suuuuure you should hang out with charlie btw

↳ idk why but im scared to 😭

lee lee but you need to he misses you a lot yk

↳ doesn’t change the fact that im SCARED

lee lee WHY WOULD YOU BE SCARED ITS JUST CHARLIE

↳ IDK I JUST DONT WANNA SEEM STUPID OR UNATTRACTIVE AND SHIT

lee lee HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL THE TIME AND MESSES UP JUST AS MUCH, YOURE NOT THE EMBARRASSING ONE HERE

↳ DUDE I KNOW I CAN BE AND I DONT WANNA DRIVE HIM AWAY

dr dre sure you and levi hang out and are sweet and shit but BRO the teeth rotting sugar is you and charlie in your damn COMMENTS

↳ ITS NOT THAT BAD, IS IT?? 😭 GOD I HOPE CHARLIE DOESNT THINK OF ME ANY DIFFERENTLY

chanel’s enemy i think u like charlie, miss girl

↳ NO

dr dre nah, they’d be cute together, even charlie said so himself

chanel’s enemy you dumbass

dr dre uhhh ANYWAYS said too much im gonna sleep again love youse

lee lee BRO yeah night babes <3

chanel’s enemy LOVE U BAE GN

↳ what the duck STUPID AUTOCORRECT WHAT THE FUCK AINT NO WAY YALL JUST DIPPED fine ily guys too </3 BUT DONT THINK IM LETTING THAT GO EASILY ugh what do you guys mean 😭 aint no way thats true OKOK YK WHAT BYE!! FOR REAL THIS TIME

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[targaryenrealnessdarling]

A Perfect Score - Chapter 8 - The Fallout | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: You wait for whatever secrets Larys might have, but they say things get worse before they get better. Right? | Word Count: 8k~ | Warnings under the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: angst 💀, smut straight out the gate, semi-public(?) sex, degradation, praise, aemond being a sexual menace, dirty talk, p in v unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), creampie, mentions of emotionally abusive relationships (both platonic and romantic), mentions of injury resulting in loss of sight, lots of swearing, feelings of inadequacy

A/N: oh lord here we go

It had been a week since you’d last heard from Larys, and the anticipation of what he would return with had your palms sweating as you double tapped your phone screen, seeing if any notifications were there to greet you.

Nothing.

Your heart raced with worry, and it was difficult to not show it around Aemond, now that the both of you were attached at the hip. Every quiet moment, Aemond would try and squeeze in some kind of gesture before inevitably his family would walk in. But as the days went on, instead of biting his lip, putting distance between you and his cheeks blossoming being seen romantically with you, he lingered, making it clear to whoever chose to disturb either of you that he didn’t care if they saw.

He was slowly beginning to care less about that, focussing said care on something else.

As proven by your time together on the tour, Aemond was insatiable.

You honestly don’t know how his dick hasn’t fallen off yet, or that he’s not on some kind of blood pressure medication, by the way he enjoys fucking you into oblivion any spare, quiet moment he gets. Not that it’s something to necessarily complain about. But the more time passed, the more your nerves began to spike, wanting to desperately have him define what was going on here.

Helaena seemed to give the impression this was strange behaviour for him. With the exception of the person Hel so lovingly called ‘that fucking dinosaur’, Aemond’s conquests had been just that. Casual. No strings attached. Sometimes not even necessarily because it had to be, but because he’d shut it down before it went any further.

You didn’t ask Aemond about that.

Even Alicent had mentioned as such, that she’d never seen her son so happy and content.

So why was there this sicky feeling in your stomach?

It was still so early in the morning that it was dark, the faintest of dark blue in the sky to remind you that the sun was just about to come up. And here you were, not in bed, not snuggled in bed sheets. But skates on, all limbered up and ready to practise.

In lieu of Aemond, you shoved your headphones in and leant against the ledge on your forearms, idly hovering on the ice, scrolling through the various news articles.

Martells: Trouble in Paradise? Qoren in trouble after leaving Sunspear Strip Club with blonde stranger Aemond Targaryen and his muse. He fell first but she fell harder, our source says. Otto Hightower seen giving flowers to Floris Baratheon as she is discharged from hospital

The last one made your nose crinkle.

Course he was seen doing it.

You almost jumped out of your skin and dropped your phone in your hands as a firm, tall body bumped into you from behind, genuinely winding you as your form became sandwiched between it and the ledge.

"Fucking-" you pull out your earphones and throw a look over your shoulder. Knowing exactly who it is.

Aemond smiles apologetically, but not really that sorry, and snakes his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking all innocent. But what isn’t so innocent is the way he’s so unabashedly pressed up against you.

You raise an eyebrow, "You done sneaking about?"

He huffs a laugh, the air blowing on your neck as you pretend to scroll on your phone to ignore him, “Was hardly ‘sneaking about’, you’re just going deaf”

He reaches over and scrolls back up, back at the news article you’d ignored a second earlier.

Aemond grins, “Pfft, Aemond Targaryen seen bringing his lover home to meet his family” he recites from the article's title, “do you think they have any idea what actually goes on, hm?”

You roll your eyes partly as his hands drop to your hips, squeezing gently, managing at the same time to grind his hips against your backside. You can’t really ignore the heat that’s beginning to gather in your belly when he does that.

You smirk at him over your shoulder, “Shouldn’t we be practising?”

His hands still make their way over every curve he can find. His mind miles away from said practice.

“Hm. I thought we could practise something else”

You catch his wrist, cheeks bright red as he tries to slip his fingers past the waistband of your leggings, “Aemond!” you whisper-shout, “there’s security cameras!”

“They don’t work” he muses, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he turns his head into you, wilfully ignorant of how embarrassed this is making you, “lucky for us”

His hand slips completely beneath the leggings, expertly sliding between your legs to swipe two digits along your folds. A quiet breathy mewl slips past your lips, your backside pressing softly into his obvious hardness, knowing full well he’ll likely punish you in his own way for teasing him.

“See, now you’re all wet for me” he whispers in your ear, teasing his fingers past your folds just barely, prodding at your slick entrance, “I’ve got myself a needy little slut, haven’t I?”

“Aemond, please -”

You’re not entirely sure how he manages to do it. How you instantly turn to mush when he touches you. When he speaks to you.

You can scarcely believe you ever really hated him.

Sometimes, you wonder if it ever was truly hate.

For either of you, it couldn’t have been.

You feel the way Aemond hums deep in his chest, “But I’m having so much fun teasing you, baby” he coos quietly, pressing the pads of his fingers in tight, soft circles on your clit, spreading what slick had gathered over it. The motion has a stuttered breath slipping past your lips, your hips sinking on him, searching for more contact.

You’re more annoyed than anything that he’s having such a good time watching you squirm, and embarrassment blooms hot at your cheeks.

“Turn around”

Your eyes snap open. His voice is so different, and how easily he’s able to flit from soft, teasing to harsh and domineering always manages to make your knees feel weak.

He pulls his hand free, not even waiting for you to do as he says before he spins you around, shoving your lower back hard against the ledge and kicking your legs apart with one of his. His eye is focussed entirely on the task at hand, jaw tight and his expression completely flat. He looks almost angry, but you know he’s just impatient.

You swallow thickly as he rolls the leggings over your hips, taking the underwear with it so it hangs around your upper thighs. He’s so rough with you that even now, before he’s done anything, that his fingers leave little red imprints where he’s been.

“I’ve been wanting to taste your pussy for days, princess” he muses, slipping to his knees, heedless of the ice leaking freezing water onto his sweatpants, “we’ve not had a spare moment, have we?”

You almost outright sob in want when he presses his face to your core, inhaling your scent deeply like he’s not been between them every day since you arrived back at his home.

“ - fuck - princess -”

You press your lips together to stifle a moan when you feel his tongue part your folds, licking a long stripe over your entrance, a low moan vibrating through your core. Your grip, white-knuckled on the ledge, tightens. As does his on the fleshy skin of your thighs, keeping them wide apart for him to feast on your cunt.

You’re not sure who is really enjoying this more, but based on the sounds Aemond is making while he drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit, lighting sucking on the sensitive bud and moaning while he does it, it would seem he is.

Airiness floods your head and that same pressure is beginning to tighten up in your gut when he grazes his teeth softly against your clit, redoubling his efforts and diving down to fuck you with his tongue, caressing the top of your slick walls with it. He groans as you reach one hand down and tighten it in his hair, ruining the bun he’d had it in. Aemond takes it in his stride, shuffling closer to you and nuzzling his nose against your core, providing pleasure in both ways with the way his sharp nose keeps butting against your bundle of nerves.

Tugging slightly on his follicles, the coil in your belly winds tighter, and you feel your body sinking repeatedly onto him, moving your hips in micro-movements to increase the contact.

“Fuck - Aemond -”

He smirks against you, giving one fat stripe over your folds before breaking away briefly, “You gonna cum for me, princess?” he asks quietly, before moving back in to pleasuring you.

You’re only able to get out hard pants before finding the energy to reply, “Yes, yes…” you chant, your hips finding him over and over, chasing that high.

Aemond pulls away, moving to stand quickly and crashing his lips to yours, his tongue moving against yours and allowing you to share in the heady, exciting taste of your arousal. You moan softly into his mouth, fisting his shirt to pull him closer, putting all of your disappointment at being denied your peak into kissing him back, nipping at his bottom lip harshly as he pulls away.

Instead of looking annoyed at how clearly annoyed you are, he simply smirks, his tongue darting out to clear his lips of any arousal or saliva, soothing where you’d bit him.

“Patience, princess”

He spins you around again before you have a chance to bark back, pushing you over the ledge with a hand flat on your back. Your skates bang against the side and you nearly lose your balance, before Aemond presses his legs against you to keep you stable.

“What the fu-ow!”

Heat blooms on your ass when Aemond slaps it, soothing it with his palm afterwards. It aches there but also between your legs, where more arousal has gathered, desperately needing friction. Or just something.

Aemond huffs a laugh, managing to pull down his sweatpants just enough to sheath himself deep inside you in one smooth motion. The sudden intrusion has your walls stretching to accommodate his size, the slight prickle of pain stoking the fire that had been neglected in your belly. You gasp, grappling forward as he bottoms out and begins immediately pistoning into you, spearing you apart on his cock like it’s the last thing he’ll do.

“ - fffuck, baby - so fucking tight-”  he breathes between thrusts, his hips smacking harshly against yours, “ - so fucking wet for me, always so wet for me, aren’t you-”

You can only manage staggered moans in reply, your body constantly hurtled forward by the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into your heat over and over. You hope to any god out there that he doesn't actually want a proper reply. You’re not sure if you’re even capable of that right now.

“I like fucking you in your skates, with all your clothes on -” he breathes hot against your ear, leaning over and changing the angle, so he hits impossibly deeper, “-just my dirty, little cockslut, aren’t you-”

“-Aemond, please-”

“What” he replies harshly, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. He almost seems frustrated with how erratically his hips push against your backside, with the sounds to match, “gods, you’re so fucking needy for me - just like to be properly fucked, don’t you, princess -”

Your skates drift across the ice with every movement, breasts pressing near-painfully into the ledge. Being fully clothed like this, while you’re meant to be working, feels so dirty, so erotic, that it fans the flames inside you, pushing an all-consuming orgasm through your core, numbing into your limbs, with a wild cry of his name.

“That’s it, good girl - love it when you cum for me, fuck, love being inside you - lov-” he babbles incoherently, before his own voice strains, your core squeezing him so tightly that he spills deep inside you, filling you with his warmth.

You feel his heaved breaths at your back, trying desperately to suck the air back into his lungs.

He stays nestled inside you for some time, only moving away and pulling out after a long moment. You whine softly at the loss of him, hearing the fumbling of him pulling his sweatpants back up. You do the same, covering yourself on shaky legs, feeling the thrum of your own heartbeat through your core.

He’s quiet.

“Aemond?-”

Before you can really ask him what’s wrong, his arms wrap around you from behind. It’s a far cry from the way he was holding/fucking you earlier. It’s soft and tender, like one wrong move and he thinks you’ll break in half. He holds you close, your back pressed against his chest, where you can feel the steady beat of his heart, calming down.

His hands clasp at your front, his chin resting at the crown of your head.

“You okay?” you ask, covering his hands with yours, soothing his hand with your thumb. The action makes your stomach roll, an unfamiliar feeling being stoked within.

You feel him nod.

“Yeah, yeah…fine” he says, barely above a whisper.

Even though he’s not convincing anyone, you don’t prod or pry for more information. You know him well enough that he’d appreciate just your understanding and silence. So that’s exactly what you do.

You just stand, in a comfortable silence, pressed tightly against each other.

Eventually, he begrudgingly did start practising the finals routine with you. And though both of you were pumping hot in your blood with lust after the quickie, there was always, always something unsaid. You could tell there was something Aemond wanted to say, but didn’t have the courage to form the words.

The last time either of you were at the ice rink at his home, the shared touches were electric, almost painful, and there was then an underlying hostility.

But now.

It felt completely different.

And you didn’t know what to do.

The press were onto you. Both of you, like hounds. Like they could smell something was going on. They’d even started constantly hanging around outside the security gates, waiting for someone to come out, or to catch a glimpse of the supposed couple.

Sat on the bench, unlacing your skates, you look up at Aemond as he pulls on his shoes.

“Just gonna freshen up before lunch, see you inside?” he asks, pulling on his jacket in preparation of being rained on.

You can hear the rattling of the incessant raindrops on the metal roof of the ice rink.

You spare him a smile and nod, “Course”

You don’t know why it surprises you, but he bends down, one hand tugging your face up to his to press a tender, almost loving kiss, as quick as it is, to your lips. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It has you frozen in your own body as you watch him walk away, slipping out the door, the rain pelting on the ground outside becoming briefly louder as it swings shut, dropping you into silence.

Your lips are warm from him, a deep point in your belly is also.

Just as you slip your shoes on, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Before any other feeling, a lingering sense of unease rolls through you.

Larys Strong has shared a link with you.

Swallowing thickly, you stare at the screen for what feels like hours. And then a follow up email, just with text.

Here is all I have.

With a shaky breath, you swipe his email away and click on the link, which takes you to a Google Drive. Anxiety twists in your chest, feeling very much like you are doing something you shouldn’t. But the not-knowing is driving you crazy, so the loading bar at the top of the screen somewhat aggravates you, impatience humming in your blood.

Two folders.

_Floris Baratheon Incident

And one with your name.

With shaky thumbs, you decide to click on Floris’ first.

Several screenshots of conversations, email exchanges, text messages, even a voice message.

Do something to her skates.

O.H

You immediately recognise the phone number as his.

Otto Hightower sabotaged Floris Baratheon.

Your breath is stuck in your throat, dread rising with the anxiety.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He had not only wanted Floris out. He was willing to physically harm her, pay someone else to do it, so that her contract would be broken.

The voice recording is largely muffled, making you press the speaker side of your phone right to your ear. But from the sounds of it, it’s Otto.

“I know it’s good to have a Baratheon on our side of the competition, but Floris is nowhere near good enough to launch Aemond into the Olympics. While she likes him, he doesn’t like her. We need some kind of…integrated relationship if we’re going to convince the judges. There’s nobody there on our side anymore, since Viserys died”

He goes on, the recorder muffled. Perhaps in someone’s pocket.

“I can’t break her contract without paying her. She needs to be gone, as soon as possible”

The tone of his voice. Talking about Floris like she’s not a person, makes your blood run cold.

And that’s all there is in that folder. Such a short conversation, like they were just talking about the weather, but really they were planning on how best to ruin a young girl’s life, career and hobby. All for the sake of not paying her because they didn’t like her chemistry with Aemond…

Which begs the question.

Why you?

You don’t really want to admit how sick it makes you feel to see how many things there are in the folder titled with your name. It feels…intrusive. Like people know secrets about you that you, or even Rhaenys, doesn't even know.

After all figure skating isn’t just a career, it’s what you love.

You don’t want them to ruin that for you.

You can feel your breath pick up, hot tears sitting behind your eyes, and the beginnings of a migraine slipping into your head. Low background.

Bad circumstances.

Is that really all you were? A fucking pity choice?

Not because you were just good at what you did?

Not just because they wanted your skills.

But because they wanted to raise someone they deemed lesser to their level, for sympathy votes.

Bile rises in your throat at that.

Everything had been meticulously planned. Every movement. Every placement.

Everything.

The magic of that first night with Aemond feels ruined.

You feel preyed upon. By Otto and whoever he was collaborating with to make this happen, as if they were right there listening against the door and taking turns looking through the keyhole.

And then Otto’s words almost a week prior…

 ‘It is just business. Aemond knows this’

Surely…he couldn’t have been in on this the whole time.

Right?

You grip your phone tightly, hearing the case crack in your grip.

There is…humiliation. Betrayal.

But also anger.

You don’t even register the hammering of rain against your face as you stride past the garden, clad only in the exercise clothes you had been in all morning. By the time you’ve slid the doors forcefully aside, your hair is half-soaked, your leggings as well, blood feeling like fire with the anger that courses through you.

You know he's here tonight.

He's always lurking about somewhere.

You push the doors to the library open, the oak banging against the doorframe with a rattle. Otto looks up from his desk with surprise, with an expression that immediately reminds you of the subtle, yet annoying way Aemond used to look at you, before his eyebrows lower and his lips curl upwards, as if amused.

"Caught out in the rain?" He asks, chuckling, completely ignoring the frown your face is set into.

Phone gripped tightly, you take your time walking in before you're at his desk, chucking the device haphazardly in front of him. The list of screenshots litter the screen.

"What the fuck do you call this?"

Otto takes one sweeping look at your phone, not really even reading any of them.

But somehow knowing full well what they are.

"Is there a problem?"

"Is there a prob-" you scoff, laughing incredulously.

If you don't laugh you'll cry.

"First of all, fucking sabotaging Floris' skates?" You throw the words at him, "she could be permanently injured! Her career could be-"

"She had no career" he interrupts, which is slowly driving you mad, "she could not take criticism. Thinks she's better than she actually is"

"Oh, and that's an excuse, is it? She broke her fucking ankle. She might never skate the same and you treat her like…well you treat her like a fucking commodity, like you do the rest of your family!"

"How I conduct business with my family is of no matter to you"

Your hands brace the desk, not backing down one bit.

"I am not your fucking family" you warn, "which brings me to that. Low birth? Common? Bad circumstances? Who the fuck do you think you are exactly!"

"I scouted you for your skills"

"And hoping that me and Aemond would fuck into the bargain. Improve his image, did it?"

"That was merely a bonus"

"Is this what you do to all the women in your life? Force them into the arms of someone else so you don't have to deal with them? So that you can climb higher without having any talents of your own?"

Otto's eyes narrow.

"You don't know a thin-"

"I know you forced your own daughter into the arms of a fucking judge, and she faced the repercussions.

I know you forced Helaena to skate with Aegon, even though she'd be happier doing Singles. But she's too nice for her own good to really hate you for it.

And I know, you forced me to work with Aemond, just hoping, just praying, I'd be stupid enough to throw myself at him. You must have been shaking in your fucking boots when he didn't like me at first"

Otto seems more than anything to be annoyed that you've interrupted him.

"And what do your grandsons get? Aegon fucking hates skating and Aemond-" you scoff, "-he was emotionally abused by a woman decades his senior and you forced him to talk to her"

Otto is quiet.

"Gods forbid Daeron ever chooses to compete professionally. He's the only one who doesn't hate you yet"

Otto stands quickly, brushing your phone back towards you.

"If you release those screenshots my lawyers will destroy you" he warns, "you'll never be signed again, and you'll certainly never make the championships again, I'll make sure of that"

Your mouth opens to bark back.

"And you'll never see Aemond again"

But that makes you freeze and go cold all over. And it might not be the rain sticking to your clothes.

"No contact. Nothing"

You swallow thickly, clenching your fists. Anxiety and fear rolling through you. Your heart drops into your stomach. And Otto wears a victorious grin, which only serves to make you want to vomit.

"You used me for fucking pity" you say, voice strained, trying desperately not to cry.

"And I made you a champion," he responds coolly.

Is that all he ever fucking thinks about?

Winning?

Even at the cost of his family hating him?

"I'm not entertaining this"

Otto chuckles, "You are bound by the terms of our contract. And I'm sure there's plenty of…other reasons why you'd want to stay anyway"

How could he weaponise Aemond at you like this…

You take several steady breaths.

"Fuck you. And fuck your contract"

"What the hell's going on?"

You swing around quickly, heart dropping at the sound of Aemond's voice. He stands against the doors, looking worriedly between the two of you, his eye wide and concerned. The ends of his hair are wet from the shower you suppose he's just taken, looking much better than you, as the rain drying on you makes your hair frizz up.

Wound tightly with both anger and betrayal, laughing is the only thing you find the effort to do, confusing both the men in the room.

"Yes, why don't you tell Aemond what you've just told me?" You smile, eyes filled with tears in Otto's direction, snatching your phone from the table just as he's about to do the same.

"It is no concern of yours, Aemond" Otto replies distantly.

"If it concerns her then it does concern me"

When Aemond says that, any warmth associated with the affection you have for him turns to dust. Just the sheer weight of the situation makes your body feel like lead, incapable of letting any light in.

"I can't fucking stay here, not with him" you shake your head, the situation entirely overwhelming, trying to just get as far away from Otto Hightower as possible.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Baby - please -" Aemond crowds you, intending to help, his hands on your arms to try and make you just talk to him. His features are set in worry. It's somehow endearing.

But with everything that's happened it just feels like too much, like the walls are closing in on you. Like one touch and you'll explode.

"Please, Aemond, I can't stay here after all he's -"

You don't even have the strength to finish the sentence before floods of tears pour down your cheeks, your throat tightening up.

How you even find the energy to swing the front door open is beyond you.

The last thing you see before walking away from the Targaryen House, is Aemond in the doorway, looking out at you walking through the rain. He wears a look of sadness and panic.

You only briefly hear the echo of Alicent berating someone deep within the house, her malicious, emotional screams bouncing off the walls. You see Helaena, joining Aemond's side, her face sullen. And Aegon, sat in an armchair, looking not at all surprised at the situation, with his hands clasped in his lap.

You can't pretend it doesn't hurt your heart to leave. But you simply cannot be in the same vicinity as Otto right now before doing something you regret.

Without Arryk or Criston's car, you're resigned to walk in the pouring rain to the security gate. Almost not minding the rain compared to what's going to happen.

The press, waiting outside with their raincoats on, all scramble to their feet. Camera flashes clicking loudly against your ears, crowding your space even further, uncaring of personal space. Microphones and voice recorders join them a moment later, accompanied by a waterfall of questions.

With Aemond, he could work the press easily, paving a path wherever he went by virtue of his position in the industry. But now, by yourself, it pains your chest like a stab straight to the heart, the notion that now, as you fight off the press to pave your own escape, tears rolling down your face, that you are very much alone.

"The number you have called is currently unavailable. Please try again later"

You choke on your own tears and breath. Four times you've called El, to ask if it's okay to come back to the flat you used to share.

Your mind was so blurry, and messy, you'd forgotten she was on holiday with her family. The annual Baratheon get-together. And perfect weather for it too.

For a brief moment, you're almost mad she's not here.

But know that it's just because how utterly lonely you feel, and she'd always been there before to offer a shoulder to cry on. An instant ramen to make. A shitty movie to put on. All to make you feel better.

In the rain, everything looks different, but especially through the misty gaze of the tears that glaze your eyes.

You bend down to slip the spare key from under the doormat, relieved it's still there. She'd probably forgotten about it anyway. It takes a few genuine tries with your rain-slick hands to get the key into the door, but you manage.

Only to be hit immediately with the nostalgic smell of your apartment.

It'd been so long.

It makes you want to cry even harder. It feels warm. Not at all the cavernous, marble, almost clinical feel of the Targaryen House. But cosy, comforting, like a big warm hug, despite nobody being in.

It smells like those Fresh Cotton candles she loves, the basic bitch.

You laugh sadly at that.

You miss her.

The normality. Her late night voice memos. You miss all of it, before everything became so complicated.

Even though you have the whole flat at your disposal, you can't find the energy to do anything useful like cook or shower.

So with rain soaked clothes, sticking uncomfortably to your skin, you just curl up on the sofa, the TV turned down low, just as a means of filling the silence. You almost don't want to go into your room. Seeing it all empty will just upset you even more.

You ignore the frequent buzz of your phone on the sofa, pulling the blanket up to your chin, just entirely numb.

The rain taps incessantly on the window, the way it hits the concrete with such velocity has a faint mist rising from the streets. It's all so grey outside, with only the hum of passing cars and their warm headlights to fill the colourless space as the sun, hidden behind endless clouds, gives way for darkness.

You sigh, feeling your throat tickle with the onset of a cold, probably from walking home in the torrential downpour.

It's so quiet you barely hear it. And the third time it happens you furrow your brows and look over at the door.

Perhaps El wasn't able to go after all?

You wipe your face, striding over the fallen blanket piled on the floor, with no energy to pick it up, and shuffle to the door, undoing all three locks that you and El had installed after an attempted break-in.

The uncomfortable humid waft of the outside is the first thing that hits you, as well as a spray of hot rain.

The second is cold.

Cold all over.

Aemond stands, or rather slumps against the doorframe, one hand rested flat against it and completely out of breath, as if he’d been rushing.

Aemond Targaryen, who hates going out in the rain, hates getting his hair wet, hates walking anywhere that isn’t necessary, prefers to take Arryk’s care even a few minutes down the road and absolutely hates not looking his best, stands there completely drenched, just entirely quiet. Rain has soaked through his clothes, sticking to every square inch of his body.

Like him, the air is taken out of your lungs as well. Frozen in place, and unable to utter a single thing as your throat closes up once again.

Aemond can’t seem to say anything either, he just looks down at you, his expression not unreadable, but so unlike him that you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen it.

Except you absolutely have.

That night Otto forced him to speak to Alys Rivers, he wore an expression of panic.

Shoulders rolled forward to appear smaller.

Eyebrows furrowed in worry, his good eye downcast and sullen.

The expression of being entirely lost.

He’s still being pelted with rain when you step forward, dissolving entirely into silent tears, your arms holding his torso so tightly, you’re surprised he reciprocates.

Everything else fizzles out. And you hate how cringy it sounds in your head, but all there is is just you two, and this moment, his arms, wrapped snugly around you, almost entirely encompassing your form. Such tenderness from him he has only afforded you a handful of times.

But this. This is something else. Not just tenderness.

But neither of you dare to approach that.

It just feels too good to be around him, to have him like this. You don’t want to think about anything else.

Aemond feels how you tremble, trying to hold in the sobs, so much that it hurts in your chest.

“Oh, Princess…” he soothes, one hand moving up to stroke the back of your head, your face firmly planted against his neck.

You wonder, in the hours since you stormed out, what he now knows.

So you don’t open the floodgates just yet.

Giving one last squeeze, you pull away, wiping the rain and tears off your face with the back of your hand and gesture inside.

“You want to come in?..”

He almost looks shocked you’ve asked, but understanding that both of you need to talk.

As if by habit, Aemond toes off his shoes before he shuts the front door behind him, following you into the warm, cosiness of your shared apartment with El.

Instinctively, you load the kettle with water and click it on, a few silent seconds passing before it begins to hiss with life.

“Where is she?” he asks, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking around at all the little nick-nacks on various shelves. Not cluttered, but busy enough to feel like a home.

Your turn, having been staring at the kettle, “What?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, the wet fabric dragging across his skin, “Your flatmate. El, right?”

How did he remember that?

“O-oh, um…she’s away with her dad” you reply, swallowing thickly with nerves and turning back to pour a mug of tea for yourself and a coffee for Aemond.

You don’t see it, but there’s a subtle smile on his face as he watches you, for not having to ask him how he likes it.

“Thanks” he says softly, as you slide a mug over the counter in his direction.

Seeing Aemond in this kind of environment is nothing short of weird.

Having seen him in environments professionally, such as ice rinks and competitions, as well as being inside his home, surrounded by space and expensive items, gives you an impression of him akin to a celebrity, someone out of reach.

But here, in the tiny apartment, lit with brown and amber hues, where the living room and the kitchen are quite literally the same room, he looks so comically tall and broad, he almost swallows every bit of the room he’s in.

But it’s nice, seeing him in a different light.

He seems different.

He leans on the arm of the sofa, facing you in the kitchen, taking a scalding sip of his coffee, which is nowhere near drinkable, and then leaning over to pop it on a coaster on the coffee table.

It’s hard to contain the smile that drifts onto your face. At least he’s kept his manners.

And then, Aemond clasps his hands, sighs and does that thing where he tries to look small again.

“Just after you left, Alys came to the house”

Just like that, your heart is frozen again. But instead of dread, there’s anger.

But not at him.

“Why?” you ask, warming your hands with the mug.

Aemond shrugs, not meeting your gaze, “Probably to cash in on whatever petty shit she can get her grubby hands on”

You’re glad he speaks about her with some level of aggression. She deserves more than that.

"She probably saw the articles. Pictures of you leaving. Thought she might be able to worm her way back in somehow now that Otto is on his ass" he adds.

Fuck. They work fast.

Maybe it's for the best you didn't check your phone. It's probably Rhaenys, wondering what the fuck is going on.

Brief embarrassment runs sharply through you.

He takes a breath, “Otto told us everything”

You raise an eyebrow, “us?”

He nods, “All of us. Mum. Aeg, Hel”

You blink, your throat feeling sore from not letting the emotion out, keeping it bottled inside until you have the answers you want.

The answers you need.

��Did you know?” you ask, voice wavering. Feeling awful for even suggesting it.

Aemond looks up at that, his mismatched blue eyes reflecting the warm amber light of the room.

“I knew…that he was scouting, and had his eye on you to replace Floris” he answers slowly, watching your face, careful about his words, “but, honestly, that’s it, baby, I promise”

The term of endearment has your tummy doing a tiny backflip.

You let that absorb for a moment. Grateful that Aemond is affording you the silence for it.

Clearing your throat, “But you didn’t know why?”

He shakes his head once.

“I hate to ask it, it’s just becau-”

“Because I said all that shit about, class and…who you were, I know” he interrupts, but with a voice that softens, “and I understand why you’d assume that I knew”

He stands, taking short, careful steps towards you, his fingers playing with each other, “But I promise, I didn’t know…any of that shit. I admit, I could have done more, and I could have been better to you from the beginning, and protected you from all this.

And I’m sorry for that”

You look up at him, breath hitching for a moment having not realised how close he is.

“And I will always be sorry for it” he adds, discreetly reaching for your hands.

His gaze is downcast, looking at your hands in his.

“There’s so much I need to tell you”

You realise that this isn’t just going to naturally occur.

That he is asking for you to listen to him. That for so long, nobody bothered to ask how he was, or how he was dealing with everything. The abuse from Alys. The chronic pain.

Nobody had ever really asked him.

And after everything, how could you not?

He at least deserved to get it all off his chest.

“Let’s sit down, okay?”

You sit on the sofa, nibbling on your thumbnail as Aemond speaks, surprisingly animated, and without hardly taking a breath. Only doing so every now and then to sip the rapidly cooling coffee.

He starts essentially from the beginning. The situation with this father. The absentee. Who couldn’t give a shit about the four children he had with Alicent if he tried. Often he forgot their names and pretended sometimes, as if they didn’t exist. Eventually, Alicent was not exempt from this behaviour.

You learn that this ‘friend’ Alicent was referring to so lovingly when you returned from the semi-finals, was in fact Aemond’s older half-sister, Rhaenyra. He explains as much as he can from his own perspective, tagging it all off with ‘well, how would you feel if your best mate started getting it off with your dad?’.

Point taken.

Rhaenyra never went professional. She moved abroad, remarried, had more children.

But not before kicking the wasp’s nest, as Aemond put it.

You, of course, know of Jace, being friendly with him and seeing him every now and then, practically in the same line of work. But even less about his younger brother, Luke, since he was several years younger and still unsure about the industry.

After all, once you're in, you're in.

But you didn’t realise that Aemond was related to them in some capacity.

And that when they were all children, having grown up together, after a largely innocent duel using fake, wooden swords, Luke, no more than a child who didn’t know any better, bought an actual knife. A steak knife, no less. One that Aemond vividly remembers, as the serrated blade tore through his skin after a scuffle.

Of course, Aemond knew it was accidental, but that wasn’t exactly the first thought running through his mind at the age of 10.

Rhaenyra paid the medical bills and swiftly left the country on the first flight out, but not before some choice words were had between her and Alicent first.

It sounds spectacularly messy.

And Aemond had been stuck in the middle of all of it. Having lost sight in his left eye, a scar lining his face, spent weeks in hospital without his own father there and a new chronic condition as a result.

No wonder he’d felt so alone.

Like any of the siblings, figure skating was impressed on them from an early age. And Otto, as per Aemond’s explanation, had jumped at the opportunity when Aemond was doing well despite not having sight in one eye. So much so, that he’d spent a large part of his formative years just competing. Not doing things that a normal teenager would do.

Having to grow up far too quickly.

He’d started wringing his hands at this point in the story. The tell-tale rolling of his shoulders forward and his leg bouncing with nerves.

“I regret the day I arrived in Harrenhal. Shit ice rink anyway”

Enter. Alys Rivers.

By his description, she’d clocked him the moment she saw him. Even now, he says, he does a double take whenever he sees a woman with long black hair, his heart going fast.

He doesn’t go too in-depth. Only that she made him feel validated at first, said all the right things.

Did all the right things as well.

But he wasn’t ashamed to admit that. He was more ashamed at how much he had bought into it all those years ago. How she’d attempted to make herself like a barrier between him and his family, especially Alicent, and for a long while, it had worked. He hadn’t stepped into the Targaryen house for months, spending every waking moment with Alys and only Alys any moment he could get.

What shocked you the most, was how it managed to last even six months.

He had said that she’d been his first sexual partner, and that she used that against him multiple times but he never really saw it until afterwards. Said that ‘she was the only one who was going to love him. Because she loved him unconditionally, despite his deformity’.

That made you feel ill.

How could she say something like that?

It had all ended quite forcefully. Otto had discovered that Alys had managed to get a hold of Aemond’s bank details, taking little bits and pieces from the shared company account, before getting too ahead of herself, and withdrawing large chunks at a time. Eventually exposing her long-standing behaviour.

For a while, Aemond tried to justify it. Saying they were gifts.

It was only when he returned home and Alicent broke down crying, that he said he’d finally sobered up, after months of being forcefully drunk on Alys Rivers.

Otto was less sympathetic. Urging him that ‘as a man, it is your responsibility to deal with this on your own’.

“He knew the pregnancy thing was bullshit…” Aemond carried on, the blanket somehow ending up on his lap, shared between you, “...but she was trying anything and everything to shake the allegations that she was ever stealing from us, from me, rather”

He sighs.

“She just wanted to get anything she could out of me” he adds, his voice wavering, “and she would’ve done…’til there wasn’t any of me left”

You shake your head, “Otto was cruel making you talk to her”

Aemond swallows visibly, moving his shoulders at the memory.

“I said I’d cut off ties with Otto as soon as I can”

Your eyebrows raise, the empty mug almost falling out of your lap.

“What?” you half-shout, “Aemond, I-I don’t want you to just do this because of-”

“It’s not just that, it’s fucking - it’s everything he’s done to us” he adds, his gaze meeting yours, as if to emphasise, to make real everything he is saying, “-everything he’s done to me. Aeg. Even Mum…”

You can tell by the way he trails off, that it’s a sore subject. Perhaps one broached many times, but never resolved.

He fucking loves his mother so much. Empathises with her pain like he shares in it. Sometimes his long, sad expression, reminds you of how she often looks.

“I’ve wanted to for a long time” he mutters, “I fucking hated you for it then, but you were right, I never liked it. I just did it because I thought it would…achieve something, I don’t know”

You know what he means but daren’t not say it.

He thought that pursuing it professionally would buy his love. Both his father, then Otto.

One he’s not had from any male figure in his life.

You swallow over the lump in your throat. It must be so much weight on him. And it shows, in how light he looks even now, telling you the very bare minimum.

“What he did to you was the last straw…”

Your eyes flit up, to meet him. That same rolling feeling spreads over your tummy, like opening the curtains on a sunny, summer morning and bathing yourself in light.

His look right now is both intense and soft at the same time. Willing you to believe him in case there’s any indication that you don’t.

“...Mum was in floods of tears when she found out. Said you were good and kind. That you never judged us. Never judged her” he adds, words breaking with emotion in between.

You huff, playing with your fingers "high praise then" you joke.

But he smiles despite it, “...she loves you, you know”

That cracks a smile from you. The first one in hours. Your cheeks burn from the tears and rain on it, and yet it feels nice. You watch with barely-concealed, softened joy as Aemond cracks his own smile, one side of his lips turned up just ever so slightly, in his classic Aemond-esque sort of way.

You wouldn’t trade that smile for the world.

“I do too”

Air is sucked from your chest, mouth entirely dry, as the sheer heft of what he’s said begins to sink in.

Did he really just say that?

Am I in a fever dream?

He nods, "I think I have for a while"

You want to speak, to hug, to kiss him, but nothing will come out. Your body won’t move in accordance with your brain, and your hands get pins and needles all of a sudden. Without you realising, warmth seems to have made its way down your face, dripping off your jaw.

All the while, Aemond just sits there, watching your reaction.

Fuck.

You love him too.

And before you even know it, in place of words, your lips are pressed desperately against each other, hands clamouring for any bit of clothing or skin you can find. Aemond groans as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss and allowing tongues and teeth to wrestle against each other. His hands cup your ass as he tugs you over his lap, breathing heavily into your mouth with each break for air.

Instinctually, your hips grind on him, feeling him harden instantly beneath the damp sweatpants, your hand reaching down to stroke his length to full mast with your palm.

His hands are everywhere. Thighs, waist, breasts, tangled in your hair. While his lips map out your entire body where he can from this angle, leaving marks with his teeth over the column of your neck, still rippled to attention from goosebumps. You squeeze around him with your thighs, directing all your want into just that movement, to tell him how much you need him.

“Bedroom” he breathes, “where?”

You answer as your hands dip beneath his shirt, smoothing over his tacky skin, feeling his muscles contract.

“Down the hall, first right, but there’s no bed sheet-” you gasp as he lifts you, pressing needy, open kisses to your swollen lips.

“I don’t need fucking bed sheets for what I’m about to do to you”

Aside from when he deposited you on the bed, the mattress squeaking comically, making you look at each other and giggle like two little love-sick teenagers, Aemond is entirely soft, tender, taking his time like this is the last moment he’ll ever get to properly be with you.

Even the act of undressing is painfully slow and sensual, despite the clear hunger in both of your gazes. Everything he does now, has your stomach fluttering pleasantly. Irreversibly.

And it’s something you’ll never get sick of.

He was never one for making too much noise in bed. But here, as his cock pistons into your desperate heat over and over, your former bedroom alight and hot with sex, Aemond whimpers, whines and groans, depending on what’s going on, right against the crook of your neck. One hand on your throat, his fingers encircling it and tightening the closer he gets to the height of his bliss, pleasantly robbing your brain of just the right amount of air to feel like you’re floating.

Your orgasm builds embarrassingly fast, from everything, the heat of the moment, him.

And doing this knowing he really wants to.

Nearing the peak of your pleasure, his thumb snakes between you and rubs your clit in tight, careful circles, hurtling you towards the precipice. All while his pelvis smacks with the sound of your arousal against yours, with your legs pulled tightly around him, and his grip not letting go.

With each thrust of his cock into you, he kisses your neck, and utters.

“I love you”

Then your jaw.

“I love you”

And finally your lips, just as your pussy tightens around him.

“ - fuck - I love you -”

He pulls his head up to look down at you just in time to watch as you fall apart, white-hot pleasure running like fire in your veins as your pussy flutters around his cock, taking him over the edge with you. His hooded, lusty gaze focussed entirely on you, until his brows furrow himself, lips hanging apart only slightly, as he finishes deep inside you.

The only sound is hurried breaths, and every now and then the mattress squeaking as a result of only the tiniest of movements.

Aemond huffs, leaning up on his elbows, the chain slipping out beneath his shirt and dangling in your face, the chill of the metal against your chest making you shudder. His hair, already having been ruined by the rain, hangs in lazy wavy strands around his face.

An exhausted breathy laugh falls out his mouth, his warm hand making its way back up to your face, sighing as he sees you lean your cheek into it.

He looks so perfect like this, is the first thing that comes to mind.

But the words that come pouring out your mouth are completely and entirely natural.

Really, the point of no return.

The only moment Aemond Targaryen remembers of his life before loving you, is when you say so clearly, with such devotion, adoration and care.

“I love you too”

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could you write a nick x ftm!reader? something like the reader sees a bunch of hate comments about him and nick comforts him? (if not that’s totally ok)

,,My Boy’’

-N.S

Synopsis: You and Nick have been dating for a long time now, and you finally agree to be in one of the boy’s videos. Nick introduces you as his boyfriend, and the viewers find out you are trans. Some don’t respond the best to this, but Nick is there to comfort you.

pairing: bf!nick sturniolo (he/him) X trans ftm!reader (he/him)

warnings: homophobia, transphobia, panic attack, gender dysphoria, body dysphoria, cyber bullying, threats, harassment, homophobic & transphobic slurs (i promise i can say them. id never EVER say a slur i couldnt!!) and i think thats all! please let me know if i missed one <3

requested?: yes!

back to: masterlist

—FIRST PERSON POV—

After Nick constantly asking me if I was positive I don’t want to finally be in one of the triplets videos, I reluctantly agree.

I have been dating nick for around eight months, and we have kept our relationship a ‘secret’, for these past eight months, and i finally agreed to be in a video.

Matt got back into the car, shutting the door behind himself. Nick smiled at me, before speaking up.

“Welcome back, everybody! Today, we have a special guest, my boyfriend, y/n!” Nick boasts. I love how he openly called me his boyfriend, but i was worried. were his fans going to find out?

Sure they would, but would they care? probably. I passed well enough to be called a male in public, but whenever people care enough, like the Sturniolos fanbase, they will look for all my socials, and they’ll know.

A million thoughts ran through my head, but they were all cleared out once I heard Nick call my name again.

“Y/n? babe? you okay?” he asked, shaking my shoulder gently.

“hm? oh- yeah. sorry. i zoned out,” i chuckled a little. “could you repeat the question?” i asked, and nick complied.

The rest of the video went by pretty smoothly, since I was occupied with thinking deeply at all the odd questions Nick was asking us, and laughing at the out of pocket jokes from matt and chris.

We recorded for about an hour more, knowing that more than half of the footage would just be cut out in editing. Matt screeched into the camera, before shutting it off, and handing it to Nick, and starting the car.

Matt drove all of us to the triplets house, since I just stayed there often with them anyways. we walked inside, and Nick and I went up to his room to edit the video.

I caught myself giggling at the stupid jokes and the annoying bickering, but I cant lie, we’re pretty funny.

“this video has to be posted today,” Nick sighed, only a little bit into the editing. “I hate it when they wont film until the ‘night’ of. It’s 2:34 AM, and the video needs to be up by 4:30..” Nick sighed.

He looked over at me, noticing i was growing increasingly more tired.

“get some sleep, baby.” Nick smiled, kissing my forehead. I complied, before crawling into his bed, falling asleep there.

I woke up again, and it just so happened to be 5:00 PM, somehow. I always sleep throughout the whole day, so i wasn’t really surprised.

I yawned, before staying in Nick’s bed, allowing myself to wake up. I checked my phone, which normally has none to five notifications, but this time, i had well over a thousand.

My eyebrows furrowed; and i quickly shot up. I scrolled through the notifs, to see comments on my old instagram and tiktok posts,

“Awe! Nick’s boyfriend is so cute!”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘boyfriend? i thought nick was gay. this is disgusting.’”

“That’s gross. She changed her name and claimed to be a boy. Fucking gross. Grow up.”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘HE is a boy. He always has been, he just realized it, and is now brave enough to show it. let him be.’”

“Thats not even a boy💀”

“Nick could’ve done so much better and actually got himself a big strong MAN.”

“shes so ugly wth.”

“Nick needs to realize that he could do so much better than her. he needs to raise his standards because what the fuck.”

“guys, her name is y/d/n, not y/n!”

Each comment broke my heart. Sure, there were a few sweet ones, supporting nick and i, but the horrible degrading ones outweigh those by a long shot.

I felt my eyes start to water as i scrolled through the comments. I didn’t want to see them, but i couldn’t stop looking.

I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks, as i looked through the comments.

I stopped looking through comments i was tagged in, and began looking through my instagram DM’s. Fuck. These were worse.

“kill yourself you stupid fag.”

“nick doesn’t want you, tranny.”

“kill yourself before i kill you.”

“don’t corrupt nick you disgusting freak.”

“i promise you, nick hates you.”

“why’d he pick you. he could’ve had me😂”

I let out small silent sobs, throwing my phone on the ground. I heard a pair of feet running up the stairs to Nick’s room, before the door flew open.

“shit- what happened? fuck, y/n, whats wrong?” Chris’ eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him. My phone broken on the floor, and i was sobbing into my knees on Nick’s bed.

I nodded, and chris immediately ran by my side.

“he’s out with Matt- ill call him. im staying here with you until he gets here, okay?” he placed his hand on my back. he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling nick. i didnt understand what he said, because i wasn’t paying attention. i just need nick.

Nick. thats all i want. He’s all i need.

“hey.. please, talk to me.” Chris spoke softly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “what happened, buddy?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, his hand never leaving my back.

Thats when i realized, i wasn’t wearing my binder. Normally, not wearing my binder at my own house, or even the triplets, doesn’t bother me, but as i read through all those comments, calling me a girl, i couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself.

I looked down at my chest, and started crying harder. I couldn’t breathe. fuck- i’m having a panic attack.

“n-nick- i- i need n-nick!” i gasped, quickly sitting up.

“hey- hey, it’s okay. Nicks almost here, okay? I need you to take deep breaths, okay?” Chris panicked. I panted, rocking back and fourth on nicks bed.

I knew Chris was trying to help, but i needed Nick.

We heard the door bust open, and nick and matt both ran up the stairs, to me and Chris.

“baby, my baby..” Nick’s eyebrows furrowed, as he rushed to my side. He pulled me into a hug, and looked at chris as he held me. “what happened, chris?” Nick asked, trying to raise his voice, knowing it would make things worse.

“I- i dont know! I heard a bang and crying- so, i ran up here and he was crying! he wouldnt tell me anything, besides he wanted you! i- i didnt know what to do so i called you!” Chris spoke worriedly.

I looked over at matt, his jaw clenched, as he fiddled with his own hands. his eyes glossy. Matt’s dealt with his own panic attacks, and seeing someone he cared about was probably hard for him.

“i- i-m sorry-“ i stuttered out to Matt, who had a worried expression plastered on his face. he didn’t say a word. I cant hurt matt, too.

“huh? baby, what are you sorry for?” nick asked me, pulling back slightly from the hug, to look me in the eyes.

“m-matt-“ i sobbed, and nicks head snapped towards matt, who’s chest was moving rapidly, his eyes wide.

“fuck, chris, get him out of here, please. go sit with him on the couch or something- calm him down. I got y/n,” nick gestured towards matt, and chris immediatly did as he was told.

“shh, baby. i’ve got you. You’re okay.” Nick whispered, pulling me into him. i focused on the heat radiating off of his body, his vanilla scent, and the way his soft hoodie felt on my skin. My sobs slightly subsided, and i could finally think straight again.

“My love.. i love you. so much. do you want to talk about it?” Nick offered, and placed a loving kiss on my forehead, as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“your f-fans.. they called me a girl..” i sniffled, and his gaze sofened, and he looked like he was about to cry.

“you are not a girl. you never have been, and never will be. you’re my boy.” Nick sighed, placing a soft kiss to my lips.

His boy.

I’m his boy.

I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING OR NOT BUT IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE.

writing the dms and comments BROKE me.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[bayfuzzball7050]

SIEMPRE SE PUEDE PEDIR TRADUCCIÓN‼️‼️‼️

INTRODUCTION POST AND RULES 🔥🔥🦾🦾🦾🦈🦈

(Edit— 23/09/2024) I kinda got excited writing this ☠️

There’s like a worrying amount of text. I’m not sure everyone can gut how much I wrote 😭😭

But here are like the basics of my blog:

The name’s Andrés or Diego. Call me whatever ya want, idc

I’m a Trans Guy, he / him and if you don’t know me a they / them it’s ok I don’t mind that much. NO SHE HER IMMA BEAT UR ASS

☆ I got that dawg in me (asd) actually pls be patient im a little slow on some things

☆ Artist — I mostly make jjba fanart (currently insane about it)

☆ Art requests are currently open!!

I draw anything but nsfw/kinks, complex backgrounds, Steven universe art and proship stuff

☆ Writer (no fanfic here tho)

☆ don’t ask for pics you ain’t getting em

☆ if I use emojis, be aware that most of the time it’s ironic

☆ I make a lot of kys/kms jokes, if you’re not ok with this, please don’t follow

☆ i LOVE spammers, spam likes, reblogs, whatever as much as you like :3 (if ya want to like no pressure)

☆ if ya wanna be mutuals just ask I don’t mind I’ll just check yo vibe and that’s it

Art tag: #my art

Post tag/reblogs where I add something: #momazos diego

Quality posts tag (aka when I think): #chamber of reflection (reflexionando en la chamba)

oc masterpost

brushes I use

BY THE WAY!!

☆ I usually don’t add tw (tho I dont post stuff with heavy themes often if I’m honest like I rarely do it) But if anything, be wary

☆ I also always have my notifications off so please don’t feel bad if I don’t answer a dm or anything of the sort

☆ please excuse me if I reblog/like artists who are proshippers, I don’t tend to check blogs before interacting🧍🏽(I’ve gotten myself blocked many times because of this)

☆ also like if they problematic in general like idk if maybe someone I reblogged has been in a big ahh controversy or summ so uhhh forgive me

☆ dni and fandoms im in below the cut

☆ more info abt me and my blog under the cut :P ☆

So, I think imma make(try) a dni list but ik it’s ultimately useless cuz like I can’t force ya and im not your dad plus I’m too lazy to look through every blog that reblogs or likes but uh blocklist ig???

It’s just basic dni criteria, but like if ya wanna read ig?

SHIT THAT GETS YA BLOCKED ‼️‼️

(some of these are oddly specific)

☆ zionists, racists, homophobes, ace exclusionists/phobes, antisemits (guess that’s how you say it???), conservatives, Proshippers, Comshippers, anti-anti’s and profiction mfs, LOL1C0NS AND SHOTAC0NS (KYS…NOWW)Transphobes / TERFS, SWERFS, and radfems, Transmeds/Truscums/anti-MOGAI mfs, Transid, “Transabled”, "transracial", Radqueers in general, NSFW agere blogs (SFW agere it’s cool I don’t mind), pedos/MAPS (I want you hanging on the STREET), Paraphilics in general, Misgendering kink blogs, kink blogs in general actually ☠️, Pro-ANA or Pro-MIA

☆ swifties.

Exceptions and specifics:

☆ I think Selfshippers / yumeshippers are cool thus they aren’t hurting anyone most of the time AND ALSO! people tend to think that transid has therians in it and no, I think therians, kinnies and fictives are cool

To be honest I don’t check the blogs of most people who reblog or like but- Ricky…Ricky when I catch you Ricky-

(I mostly notice when I get followed but uh- anyway 😻)

THIN ICE:

☆ Giomis shippers

Why? Cuz not all of them are proshippers but a vast majority is and giomis kinda weirds me out💀ik the age gap small but still it’s kinda….

☆ dsmp fans

As much as I enjoy the Fanart and maybe the roleplay was interesting I have like personal beef with the fanbase and creators

☆ Hannibal Fans

The franchise is fire but I also have beef with Hannibal fans cuz for some reason most of them proshippers

☆ MHA fans for the same reason as Hannibal fans

☆ Same with South Park

☆ Same goes for Homestuck fans

☆ Same goes for Steven Universe fans. It’s mid btw

☆ ONE PIECE fans, y’all didn’t do anything wrong it’s just that I haven’t caught up with the show 😭😭

☆ NSFW blogs (as in porn/smut)

ANYWAY

Languages I speak:

☆ Spanish (mother language)

☆ English

☆ A tiny bit of Italian

FANDOMS IM IN (but I forget sometimes 😿)

☆ JJBA (what I post about mostly (going insane over this))

☆ Yakuza (I haven’t finished 0 yet)

☆ Brawl Stars (slowly losing my mind over it)

☆ WEIRD AL YANKOVIC

☆ LOST MEDIA. (Believe it or not, im also going insane over this.)

☆ Berserk

☆ Mouthwashing

☆ Madoka Magica

☆ ikigusare (best virtual girl band ever fr fr)

☆ Gorillaz

☆ Good Omens

☆ Moral Orel

☆ Dorohedoro

☆ My Little Pony

☆ Sonic fandom

☆ Undertale / Deltarune

☆ Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

☆ El Cuarteto De Nos

☆ Azumanga Dioh!

☆ Vocaloid

☆ Project Sekai

☆ D4DJ

☆ Food Fantasy

☆ FNAF (grrrr I love fnaf,,)

☆ Emo / Scene / Scemo (I just don’t have money for clothes nor the patience to make a blog only for that 😭😭)

☆ actually like another shit ton more but I can’t remember 😔

Socials:

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball7050 (old account, permanently banned)

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball404 (Current Account)

☆ ofc Tumblr

☆ Wattpad and AO3 but we ain’t talking about that 🤫🧏‍♂️

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-art is my art blog (reblogs from here)

☆ …

☆ also I might or might not have a questionable side art blog (collect my shitposts)

☆ ALSO! opened a Pixiv :3

☆ I HAVE AN ARTFIGHT!

☆ Bluesky

Dis me btw

[vanitythevantropist]

THIS IS AN APPRECIATION POST!! Featuring some of my followers and a few dudes I think are cool😌

@mydoodlearts/@thedesignfox (AKA my Irl bff); Pretty self explanatory, I love you💞 My art wouldn’t be what it is today without you! All your OCs are interesting and well rounded and your art is GORGEOUS!!!

@clown-sip My newest friend and my first online pal, fun fact👀 Your blog and characters are super cool and interesting and I love all of them! Also, talking with you is fun✨ Keep up the good work and make sure to take breaks!

@ask-smolder34 I’ve seen you a lot around here and I appreciate your support greatly! Every time I see you reblog and like something at the same time, it makes me feel happy an supported :> Also, your blog in general is fun and I like it!

@ask-coppertop We’ve had a few interactions but I’ve liked them a lot! Your enthusiasm and interest is dope as hell and your blog is fun! (To the mod themselves, the design is beautiful and unique and I love it!!)

@askbananapie I appreciate your general existence, honestly👀 Idk, I like your quest, and I appreciate the banan🍌

@spookys1fan You were the first person to actually PM me about enjoying my art and it was honestly one of the biggest confidence boosts Ive ever gotten in my life

@fish-popsicle Don’t think I forgot about you👀 You’re one of the little fellas who hang around here and I enjoy seeing your name pop up! (Yes, I do notice repeat demons and gouls and I appreciate all of them :3) Also, your art is pretty as hell!!

@pencileyed-crow Just like Fish (above), I’ve seen you around here a lot and I enjoy seeing you! You were one of my earlier followers and have done a lot for my confidence! I like going through your blog when your posts pop up cuz they’re fun✨

@imtheflu Thought you were insignificant? THINK AGAIN! Seriously, I see you around occasionally and, like some of the other demons around, I recognise you and am happy to see you whenever you pop up in my notifications :3 Also, your art is AMAZING and you’re a huge inspiration!! Every time I see a piece of yours, I lose my mind

@semolinaart I love you and your art, seriously!!! It’s all so beautiful and realistic and pleasant to look at and it’s insanity😭 You kinda just showed up one day and I’ve remembered you ever since

To everyone following me that I may have missed; I apologise, my memory bad💀 Just know that I luv you and I appreciate you!!

So! Why am I doing this? Weeellll, Tumblr’s been insanely good for my mental health and confidence lately which is all thanks to you guys!!

As a little thank you, I wanted to draw attention to some of the people I like in hopes they’ll get a lil confidence boost, too🥰

Flail on, demons and ghouls❤️

[gulliblelemon]

Hey hey 💜,

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!)

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

(for see you soon)

Hi Sophia! 🌻

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

Hmm… it’s been so long since I wrote See You (Soon). But probably… Erik. He’s a bit more supportive that I thought he might be (even before s3), but I like how he was able to be a grounding voice for Wille, listening to him but also making him think about everything. He said the things Wille didn’t want to hear but probably needed to, whilst also being a horrendous tease.

♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!)

Oh fuck. @iwouldnevergetintofanfic will tell you how rubbish I am at soundtracking. My brain is currently static and I can’t think of anything - sorry! 

It’d be great if someone else could jump in though, if someone else thinks “Oh my god I can’t believe you didn’t think of ___”

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene! (for see you soon) 

I have lots of deleted scenes from this fic! (I’ve just checked - 34 pages 💀 - although most of that did make it back in in one way or another). I’ve shared a few before but I can’t remember which ones. Mainly because in earlier drafts I had them exchange contact details a lot earlier, which led to some wonderfully awkward text flirting. It was hard to get rid of that, but I preferred the tension of them not having really spoken to each other much. I’ll put a little snippet under the cut. 

(Side note: this is also the only fic I’ve ever started posting before it was fully finished. And the fact that it had the most scene changes shows how stressed I got with the idea that people already had some of the story and WHAT IF I NEED TO CHANGE SOMETHING?? I’ve never done it again since 😅)

Thanks for the asks! I hope you have a lovely day.

(I'm still answering these and these)

The next morning, Wille groaned himself awake and searched for his phone that he’d flung away from himself dramatically the night before. He held his breath for a moment before checking his notifications.

Instagram Simon Eriksson (@simmeee42) has requested to follow you. 1 new message

Wille moved quicker than he thought possible to scrabble his phone into his hands whilst sitting up. Unlocking it, he navigated to the Instagram app. He accepted Simon’s follow request and opened his messages, holding his breath.

Simon (23:46) Hi.

Wille stared at his phone. And then he stared at it some more. And then he clenched it so hard in his hand he was worried he’d snap it. 

Hi.

That’s all it said. Wille tried to read between the lines, but there weren’t really any lines to read between. Except. Simon hadn’t ignored him. If Wille was being honest with himself (which he rarely was), he had hoped that Simon would at least follow him back. But a message was more than he could ever have hoped for. Even if that message was not particularly verbose. It was an opening. And invitation to connect. A gesture that said I don’t mind talking to you some more and maybe even I don’t think you’re weird and awkward for seeking me out at two public events and then saying almost nothing. Hmm … maybe it didn’t quite say that last one.

[mooraxe]

[🎥] ena being unserious for 8 mins straight

| scratches head.. um I hope these were as funny as I planned 🫤

[italics are korean]

source : 230108 instagram live

• so ena’s just sitting on her bed

• she was talking for a bit but then became silent while she was on her ipad

• everyone’s like ‘what’s got her so doe eyed 😨’

• the comments are just scrolling while it’s silent and then

• *cocomelon theme song plays in bass booted*

• why is she literally just sitting there quietly ..

• AND ACTUALLY WATCHING IT 💀

• ‘mommy mommy, yes JJ?’

• WHAT THE HECK?

source : 221007 instagram live

• so ena thought it was a good idea to give MYs her gamer tag ..

• let’s just say her console almost overheated with all the notifs and messages she got 💀

• so she invited the fans to a party in that one Friday the 13th game

• THE CHAT WAS WILD

• she was hesitating but she let everyone turn their mics on 💀

• “eNA HIIIII”

• “DUDE GO GET THE AXE BEFORE THE JASON GUY COMES”

• LITERALLY NO ONE WAS HELPING HER SHE WAS JUST SCREAMING INTO HER MIC THE WHOLE TIME

• “HELP ME???”

• “YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY NO HELP WHAT THE HECKKKKK”

• her voice getting high pitched cause she was so frustrated 💀

• she just sat in her chair whining 😭

• “guys I died 🙁”

�� “ENA WHERE ARE YOU” “BRO I CANT FIND THE KEY”

• moral of the story is: don’t go to mys when you’re on the brink of death

source : 221209 instagram live

• she was doing a live with karina in her bedroom

• it was a really calming live, she had music on and a candle lit

• the comments just asking her how she was, etc.

• it was silent until ena just…

• “yk, people have been commenting on how magnificently juicy my behind is looking...”

• like WHAT?

• karina just looking at her like “ 😟…”

• EVERYONES LIKE WHO SAID THAT????

• cue ena shrugging 🤷🏽‍♀️

source : hello82 art museum

• so the girls were analyzing some fanart (I think.. I’m gonna be honest I didnt watch all of it)

• they had to guess the choreo based off of the art

• a sketch of ena showed up with her doing the illusion dance and her mind was BLOWN

• I swear she’s so dramatic 💀

• she gasped so hard like

• “OHR MY GOSH”

• “HOW DID THEY MAKE ME SAUR SEXY??”

• the other members just looking at her like what..

• ningning literally turned into the skull emoji trying to hold her laugh in 😭

a/n : this was so short what the heck

[jokerous]

Hi!!! Shadow-ban survivor here lol! 💗 Hopefully you don’t mind me popping in here! I had the same thing going on as you - I had a side blog that wasn’t showing up in search nor were DMs coming up 😪 I wrote support and they got back to me in just a day or two! They’ll probably get back with you asap but if not (and you may have done this 🙏🏻) I think what helped me was sending screenshots of what I had going on along with my request! I sent a screen shot where I had circled in red my missing messages and another screenshot of how if you searched my blog url it wasn’t appearing! I wonder if maybe sending photos help push the request through! I hope you’re able to get it everything working asap, and I know you’ll have your blog all fixed up in no-time! 🥰

Thank you so much for this. I know this is some kind of glitch on this site because a lot of blogs have been shadowbanned for no reason and I would never notice mine was too if I didn’t post couple of gifsets two days ago and they’re still not showing in the tags (btw sideblogs are fine). Then my friend told me they didn’t get my asks and notifications from me, that I didn’t appear in search, etc. And now I noticed my IM’s are gone too💀

In my email I described all these issues but I probably should’ve attached some screenshots indeed (that’s a really good idea, thank you). I’m going to wait a day or two, and if nothing happens, I’ll send staff another letter with a gallery of screens showing what’s wrong with my blog. Thanks again for reaching out, I really appreciate it 🫶

[penvisions]

Hello Dev 💛🥹

How are you doing? I hope honestly that you’re doing good because you deserve it. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

So I’ve made it my mission to spread some of my love and appreciation to all my favorite writers (which you are one of clearly) for the work u put in creating stories that make me very happy. I literally have a list full of names, that sounds crazy, but I promise it’s nothing weird I’m just trying to keep track 🫠😅

Before I get into my mission, I have to say something else. I think it’s really fucking terrible of people to steal writers work and then go around and trying to manipulate the writer to believe they actually stole first like the audacity to gaslight wtf. I’ve seen one too many times that an incredible writer gets their hard work just copied and there’s so little you can do about that and then the people who steal are so fucking mean. I get it writing is hard and sometimes you look at other peoples stuff to see how they write to get creative juices flowing but you don’t just straight up copy it I mean, I would ask for writing advice or idk, anything but plagiarism….there’s so many people who love that writers work and they will notice when that writing shows up somewhere else and then you have a lot of people on your ass rightfully so for stealing. And now that I’ve actually started to write something myself, I feel like I can understand it a little more because if I just try to imagine that somebody would take this story and try to sell it as their own when it is literally my story like actually my story, this is my life experience written in a story and you’re trying to sell that as your own, I would go ballistic I would, I would be very mad. Let’s just say that. 💀

Dev I’m truly so sorry that happened to you 💛

Well, enough of that let’s get into the good stuff 😚😚

I am pretty sure I found my way here because somebody else (I don’t remember who anymore🫣) rb your story “by the grit of Sandpaper” and it absolutely peaked my interest. I mean basically anything with Joel Miller peaks my interest, but you know. 😉💛 Sadly though I did not get around to reading it yet. I’ve kind of also been putting it off because I want to read it and then immediately let u know what I think. If the memory is still fresh, then my thoughts are much better articulated if that makes sense. Here’s the thing I’m trying to write my own first story and simultaneously i have a lot on my other list of stuff that I really want to read or reread and it’s a little overwhelming, but I’m trying to work my way through that and let me tell you when I get to your stories you will definitely see me scream in a very loving way for sure. 😅💛

I think you’ll probably see me scream even before that because one of my other mission is to engage more and be more mindful of the fact that there are people writing the stuff that I love, so please know that you should never feel pressured or forced to get a chapter or story out as quick as possible. I will wait however much time it takes because in the end, it’s absolutely worth it.

Ok one last thing (this is already so long I’m sorry 🥺) I know everyone on here is literally a person like me and everyone is just writing their silly little stories but I look up to so many and it feels like interacting with a celebrity, I hope that doesn’t sound weird. I might also feel like that because I’m a very secluded person like I talk to 2 people in my day-to-day life, I definitely talk more to my plants than anyone else 😅 🫣🥴

Dev u made my morning with making us mutuals I squealed like a little girl seeing the notification, does that make us friends (?). I mean the love for Pedro already connects us🥹

I would love to know, since ur a cat mom, what kind of cats u have and how many 😍

And since u like to bake I’m interested to know what’s ur favorite thing to bake 👩‍🍳🧁🥯🎂����🍪🍩

I hope u have fantastic day and take care of yourself Dev 💛🫶🏻

i love that you've made it a personal mission to brighten everyone's days with your lovely self!! only a truly good person would even think to do it and i love you for that. the discourse has been insane this year and trying to combat it is an admirable notion, thank you for your kind words on the really shitty instance of my fics getting stolen not once but twice, really ♡

take your time working through your TBR, bb, i know mine is about a mile long lol. fics seem to call on us when we're ready and in a good place to accept them, so i trust in the waiting process c: i

i hope youre writing is going well and that the words are flowing, you got this!! i can't wait to read what you have to share with us

of course we're friends, bb, we always were even if we just didn't know it yet ♡♡

i've got four fur babies! two tabby brothers, a flully void, and a fluffy tortie, they are my world even if they don't let me sleep much these days as they get used to their new home

and my absolute faaaavorite thing to bake is cookies! they're so versatile and there's so many choices for fillings from chocolate chips to macadamia nuts c:

hope the days are good to you, ily ♡

[valleynix]

It’s here 😈

I’ll never forgive tumblr for not notifying me right away when the chapter came out 😞😞

1:

Ow 🤕

Being hurt so quickly 😞

I feel so bad for reader, like bro almost died. How is someone supposed to talk about that so casually. And then when reader accidentally hurt Dani- MY HEART

They already feel like a fuck up, to accidentally hurt someone you love while already in a bad state of mind… poor reader 😭

And then lunny going to Dani to check if she okay 😭 im sorry but that was really cute to me. Like Dani and lunny have never talked before (if we exclude the other realities) but to see lunny just go to her to check up on her AA😭😭

2:

AAAAA MY GOD THEY ARE SIBLINGS YOUR HONOR

I do wonder how they are going to name or nickname lunny tho, once lunny fully joins reader and the dimis. I can just imagine Dani going down a list of randomly picked names and seeing which one lunny likes the most 😭

3:

this scene omg I love cass sm

The panic, the way you write reader always looking at the dark thinking something is there AA

Ngl i was fully prepared to get my ass kicked by cass for hurting Daniela but GOD DAMN THIS HURT TOO

4:

WHERE ARE THEY WHAT DID THAT CREEPY FUCK DO TO THEM

PROTECT LUNNY!!!

5: this one is mostly just a question/analysis part

But if I remember correctly, reader has lost arms before right? But they were not in their body if did happen, correct me if I’m wrong. So if I’m right then I love how you wrote reader’s trauma with their left arm. Cuz before they’d probably feel the aftermath of the arm cut with some healing from the mold before they went back to their body. But this time they fully felt the pain of getting their arm chopped off so thus more trauma.

6:

READER HAS MOLDY BACK WING SCARSS LIKE MIRANDAAAA

7:

HOW TF

Also Miranda being soft ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And I have a question ✋ is this like.. physical? Or is this scene just in reader’s mind

8:

ITS THE FLOATING FUCKING FETUS ISNT IT

9:

This scene was ADORABLEE I love the idea of Cassandra trying to just smuggle reader out of there

But it also makes me laugh so hard because reader is going to be gone for just a week 😭😭 they caught the case of lesbianism

10:

…ow.. 😀

BUT BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN SCENE AND BELA FINALLY KNOWSSSSS

I accidentally spoiled myself because I scrolled all the way down 😭😭😭

This is how I expected bela’s reaction tbh and you just made it so 😍😍🥰❤️❤️🥰❤️❤️ this hurt on another level but I loved it sm. If this is how Bela reacted I can only imagine how Alcina would react tbh 💀

And then the creepy fucker (fetus flyer 😡) showed up right after- like… KINDA BUSY HERE. I’m really excited how you are going to write the new creepy person cuz I truly don’t know what it’s intentions are

Also i love Sofia 😍

11:

AAAHHH THEYRE SOO ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love Bela sm you don’t understand

My heart is full 😭😭 I’m so happy reader is opening up more and communicating

ANOTHER FANTASTIC CHAPTER!!!! I absolutely loved the communication of this chapter, AND BELA FINALLY KNOWING AAAAAAA!!:!/$!: Very sorry this was later than I intended 😭 I didn’t expect to be so busy lately. Other than that I’m very excited for chapter 20 with Donna ❤️

Another note - THANK YOU SM FOR THE KOFI DONATIONNN, I said thank you on Kofi but I just wanted to thank you again 😭😭

*sees notification* ooh an ask :D

*sees analysis* OOOOOH

i tried to make their trauma around almost dying decently realistic

MY FAVORITE SIBLINGS <33 and honestly i haven't really thought of Reader giving them a name, aside from little sibling-like names. Lunatic is most likely going to end up choosing their own name and go from there (cue Reader probably picking on them for it but being supportive after Dani smacks them)

the parallels this scene caused... i loved writing it so much even if it went through three different versions SDJKFHSD. i decided not to go with Cass being protective over Dani because i felt like she would see the state they're in and try to help them instead (and also Dani didn't tell her because she knew it was an accident)

IT'S A MYSTERY (putting up missing posters as we speak)

you're right on that one!! i'm pretty sure every time before when they'd get their arm or hand cut off, they weren't physically there for it until after so it didn't have as much of an effect on them. this time, though, they felt the entire thing and all the struggles of dealing with it after. they get better at dealing with it, but i thought having them flinch when touched there seemed an appropriate reaction

SCARS JUST LIKE MOMMA BIRD

it's in Reader's head her (and she's very very confused right now)

THE FLOATING FETUS SDJKFHSDFKJSDFKJS

to be fair, they're all so used to being around Reader and vice versa 😭 i think i have them mention in the next chapter how strange it is (but also lesbianism)

SDJKFHSD i'm glad her reaction made sense!! i was really worried it wouldn't would be hurt at being lied to, especially with how honest she is with them (most of the time), and she would need a while to work through what she heard and how it's going to affect things in the future. that being said... it's definitely going to be a wild ride when Alcina finds out

THE ENDING SCENE WAS SO SWEET TO WRITE SKJDFHDS, i love them so much. their relationship >>>

AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!! i'm always grateful to get analyses from you all but i don't expect it 😭 i hope you're still doing well though!!! and thank you for sharing your thoughts :3 <3333

(and of course!! you deserved it for all the hard work you put in :D)

[yamahex]

Explicit Pt. 2

Summary: You get talked into going on a date with Jack

Content Warning: 17+ Sexual Themes and Topics

A/N: A little long, and again more build up but I want y’all to get a feel for the dynamics. Maybe some hints of foreshadowing. It’s gonna start getting good, I swear💀

1 Day After The Interaction

Soft music echoed through the bedroom as you set up your camera. The bright glow of your LEDs lit the space. You always had music playing when it came time to take pics, it added to the vibe. The coffee shop interaction still lingered in the back of your mind. Jack’s smile, his eyes, everything about him made you crave some more attention. But the lack of texts made you assume he was just being nice.

You shook away your thoughts and let your silk robe fall to your feet exposing your lingerie draped body as you walked in front of the camera.

Today’s set choice was a black lace two piece with sliver chains as straps for the top and garters. You set up the photo timer before sitting on the bed in a modest but provocative position. A slight smirk appeared on your face right before the camera flashed.

Both Jack and Urban’s phones went off at the same time, making both men pull them out. Jack’s eyes read the OnlyFans notification and instantly got off the couch.

Urban snickered. “God you’re down horrendous” Without turning around back Jack went to his room.

“Shut the hell up Urb.” A loud slam cut the convo short, making Urban laugh to himself. (Knowing damn well he got the notif too)

Seeing your notifs almost made Jack giddy, it was something to look forward to. He moved to sit on the edge of his bed and scrolled through the new pictures, immediately getting hard at the sight.

His eyes focused on one of the pics making him lick his lips at your pose.

The underwear from the previous photos was now disregarded and your manicured fingers spread yourself open. At the same time your lips were wrapped around the digits on your other hand.

His eyes studied your face, or at least what he could see of it. Again felt a feeling of familiarity, it was soon disregarded once his hand stroked himself through his joggers. Just as his hand slipped under the pants a loud knock Interrupted.

“I know you’re busy being down bad but the food is here.” Urban snickered behind the door and Jack fell back against the bed. A deep sigh left his lips.

“I need my own place.”

A knock on your door halted your posing, making you slip on some sweats and a tank top with your robe on top. After turning down the music you made your way to the door and lifted up to look through the peep hole. The tiny glass revealed your best friend. Before getting a chance to open the door it unlocked.

“Damn you take too long to open the door.” Your arms crossed over your chest.

“Give me my spare key.” A smile appeared on her face.

“Yeah no.” She made her way into the kitchen, leaving you to close the door.

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna walk in on something you don’t want to see.” You leaned on your kitchen island.

“Who said I don’t?” She winked and you rolled your eyes.

“So what reason have you broken into my apartment for this time?” She smiled.

“Just seeing what you’re doing this weekend.”

“And you couldn’t text me to ask??”

“No, cause I know your homebody ass isn’t doing shit so I’m chillin here.” She walked into the living room and sat on the couch, your lips smacked.

“I’ll have you know I might go out this weekend.” Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

“With who??” You sat next to her.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?“

“No.”

Your face dropped and she pushed your shoulder.

“You know I’m fucking with you, spill it!”

“I might be going on a date with Jack Harlow…” you said lowly and she shook her head.

“That’s funny, it sounded like you said you’re going on a date with Jack Harlow.”

“I might, I haven’t decided yet.” She looked at your face, not showing any sign of joking.

“Are you fucking serious Y/N??” You nodded.

“You better go on this date so you won’t be a broke bitch anymore!” You scoffed.

“You’re fucking hilarious.”

“No but for real tho, how did that happen??”

“I ran into him at a coffee shop. Like literally ran into him.”

“The classic strangers to lovers plot.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wait are you gonna tell him about you being a “accountant”?” She made air quotes around her head.

“No, why would I? Let alone not on the first date.”

“Why not?“

“Are you dense?? It’s not like anything is gonna come out of the date.” Her eyes squinted at you.

“Wow way to be a Debby downer hoe. You never know.” You leaned back against the couch cushion.

“It’s Jack Harlow…”

“You say that like he didn’t ask you out.” Your head turned to look at her.

“I didn’t tell you HE asked ME out.” She rolled her eyes.

“I know you, you’re not asking any dude out on a date. You’re too scared.

“Maybe I changed.”

She reached for your phone and unlocked it, looking through your messages.

“Bitch!” You tried to grab it back but she pushed your head.

“Sorry again about the coffee.” She tried to do a deep male voice.

“Really it’s okay.” She mimicked your voice and you stared at her annoyed.

“How about I make it up to you on Saturday?”

“I mean technically you already did, you replaced my coffee.” She turned to look at you with a plain face.

“YOURE HOPELESS, JUST SAY YES GODDAMNIT.”

“You’re mad aggressive bro.” In a flash she began texting making your eyes widen. You lunged at her but missed as she climbed ontop of the couch.

“There, secured your date.” She dropped you the phone and you stared at the message.

“But I am free on Saturday :)”

“Dope, if you’re comfortable you can send me your address and I can come swoop you.”

You looked up at her.

“HE WANTS MY ADDRESS.”

“Calm down just say you’ll meet him at a restaurant or something. Don’t be a pussy.” You sighed and face planted into the cushion. She swiped your phone once again.

“Is it cool if we just meet at a restaurant instead?” His text bubbles popped up instantly.

“Yeah for sure, just tell me where.” You looked up at her.

“Anyway I’m staying over so I can help you get ready for your future husband.”

Saturday rolled in quick and over the past couple days you and Jack have gotten more comfortable over text. You two mainly talked about Jack, to steer the subjects away from you.

“Y/N! Hurry your ass up and show me the outfit!” Your friend yelled from your living room. You walked out in leggings and a T-shirt.

“Yeah no, that’s too basic.” Your arms dropped to your side.

“I don’t want to be too fancy.” She huffed.

“And I don’t want you to be basic.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you back to your bedroom.

“So you mean to tell me, your ass got a date??” Jack snickered while brushing his beard out in the mirror.

“You actin like it’s so hard for me to get girls. Be realistic now Urb.” Urban watched from the door with his arms folded over his chest.

“You don’t go on dates tho.”

“I know, there’s something intriguing about his girl. And she’s fine as hell.”

“Mhm.”

“What?” Jack turned to look at him.

“ I just think it’s funny that you’ve literally been jerking off to a cam girl for days on end but you’re gonna go on a date with another girl. I hope she don’t find out, if y’all get serious.”

“Man don’t worry about that. I’m just test driving right now.” He started to walk out of the bathroom.

“If you say so.”

After what seemed like hours you pulled up to the restaurant in a black crop top with a letterman jacket on top and black leather pants, which contrasted with your cream colored sneakers. Casual but cute.

Upon arrival you were greeted by a employee.

“Do you have a reservation?”

“I-“

“She’s with me.” Your head turned towards the familiar voice. Jack wore a thin sweater with jeans and new balances. You noticed his eyes were covered in the same sunglasses he wore the day you met.

The employee smiled and grabbed some menus.

“You look very pretty.” Your cheek flushed.

“Thank you. I’ll be honest I was expecting to see your eyes for more than thirty seconds this time.” He snickered and took off his sunglasses.

“You’re silly. I had to duck the cameras getting here, pretty girl.” You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname.

“You two can follow me.”

“After you.” Jack allowed you to walk in front of him. His eyes subconsciously lingering on your ass but quickly brought them back up.

You went to pull out your chair when he stepped in and pulled it for you, making you giggle.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

The waitress came over to take your drink orders and the two of you were left to make conversation.

“So what do you do for a living?”

To Be Continued…

[moabunnie]

Txt as your husband 💍🥺

My personal opinion on what they would be like as your husband lol

Warnings: none ✨

I woke up this morning to 99+ notifications and I was amazed thank y’all sm 😭😭

All likes and shares are appreciated❤️

~

Soobin

He’s so cute he would do anything and everything you ask him to

Want him to do the dishes? Done. Vacuum? Done. Massage your shoulders? Done before you even ask him

He would love to come home and find that you made him his favorite food

You also would take a lot of baths together

Lots of bubbles and lil soapy kisses

he would probably follow you around all the time when he doesn’t have anything to do

If you’re trying to do some work or something he would just cling to you and cuddle you like hold onto your arm, or have you sit in his lap while you do whatever

Just bc he wants to be close 😭

Y’all gonna have ice cream stocked up in your fridge at all times lmfao

And if you don’t, soobie gonna have a meltdown 💀💀

Yeonjun

Lawdy this man help me

He would just constantly be singing and humming

Even when you’re trying to sleep so you have to tell him to shut up lmaoo

He’s also such a big tease

If you’re changing clothes he’s gonna give you a “sexy lip bite” and be like “baabbyyy daaamnn”

And you have to yell at him to get out lmfao

Sometimes it gets to you tho, ya know ?😩

Anyways

Always does dishes and takes the trash out so you don’t have to

If you’re even a MINUTE late coming home from wherever you went, he’s gonna be like BABY WHERE WERE YOU ARE OK???? super protective over you

You get into the habit of calling him if you know you’re gonna be late bc you don’t want his lecture later lol

Beomgyu

Precious boy….

Jk he’s like having a child 😂

He be all up in your business all the time asking you what you’re doing

Even if it’s so obvious

You: *taking a shower*

Him: *bursts into the bathroom * bb what you doin?

You: ???????

He is very sweet though

Likes to memorize your favorite songs and learn to play them on his guitar for you :,(((

He gives you puppy dog eyes if you ever take off your wedding ring lmfao so you basically never take it off

Always asks you to get a puppy

You probably end up with like 12 dogs😂

You have a lot of separate time though, just doing your own thing. Him playing video games, you reading

Sometimes in the same room though, bc you’re just comfy in silence with each other

Likes to scare you too, by jumping out from random places

Or when it’s super late and you’re laying in bed so he starts telling you a scary story

But he rly likes to do that so you’ll hug him tightly bc you’re scared 😎

Taehyun

Such a sweetheart😭

You literally wouldn’t have to do ANYTHING

He cooks, cleans, does everything

He even takes showers with you and cleans you lmfao you literally don’t have to lift a finger

Spoils tf outta you

Obviously likes to cook for you a lot

Asks you to workout with him all the time

You always say yes but give up halfway through lol

I feel like he’d take you out a lot. Like almost every weekend

Going to the movies, the mall, anywhere that he can show you off

He would like when after you bathe, to have you sit in front of him and he would brush your hair for you🥺

Bring you flowers randomly

HueningKai

He’s clumsy, you’d probably have to pick up a lot after him lol

Plushies galore. Plushie in every single room. Even in the bathroom

He likes when you pick out his clothes for him lol he’s always interested in what you’ll pick for him

He will wake you up at 4 am because he wants to watch the sunrise

And then you have cute breakfast dates

Whether it’s going to a café, or you two make pancakes together

He gives me vibes that you would make pancakes a lot😂

Likes to bring you random stuff

“Look baby I found this rock and I thought you would think it’s pretty”

So you put it on display in your home for everyone to see ✨

If you’re sad, he comforts you and cuddles you until you feel better. Might even cry himself bc he hates seeing you sad :(

He would ask for a random pet. Like a turtle or a goldfish lmao

[fluffymcu]

The U-turn

Inspired by the “he’s leaving now, you can come over” trend on tiktok

Bucky x sister!reader (Bucky and the reader don’t live at the compound here)

(and yes the wakandans have their own reality show bc I think that would be so hilarious and entertaining 💀

Also it’s 3am so I’m writing this with half a brain cell working overtime so sorry if it’s bad

You smiled at the tiktok you were watching of a girl texting her boyfriend “he’s leaving, you can come over now” as he was getting in his car. You watched him glance up at the apartment and funnily run his way back inside.

You immediately had the idea to do the same with your brother.

“Hey y/n/n I’m going over to the compound to pick up some papers for a mission.” Bucky said as he poked his head into your room. You perked up.

“Perfect!” You grinned. Bucky furrowed his brows at you and have you a weird look.

“Perfect?” He echoed. You widened your eyes just a bit.

“No. Nothing. I’m gonna take a nap don’t bother me!” You rushed out, engulfing yourself under the covers. Bucky stared at the lump on the bed for a second more before leaving.

“Okay... I’m be back in an hour.” He said hesitantly, suspiciously closing the door. You snickered to yourself once he left, running to your window and watching him until he left the driveway. You made a dramatic evil laugh to entertain yourself and skipped over to the living room to watch an episode of Keeping up with the Wakandans. You wanted to wait a bit until he was farther from home to make it that much miserable for him.

“Move. Or you will be moved.”

Okoye: Ayo asked me to move. I was so taken aback and offended. So offended in fact, that I had to restrain myself from reaching for my vibranium spear.

Ayo: Okoye was in my way. I asked her to get out of the way as politely as I could. I don’t know what else she could want from me. But if you don’t like the way I say it, don’t get in my way.

“

”

If you lay a little finger on me, I will make sure to wrap you up in a nice little package and send you as a snack to M’Baku’s children

Okoye: Clearly she is upset because we still haven’t opened a Starbucks in Wakanda. But we have more important things to take care of other than coffee. But I don’t see how she could be offended over my response. We wakandans are honorable people. We do not lie, nor belittle ourselves for the sake of other’s emotions. So as you can see, what I said to her was straight from the heart!

T’ challa: I don’t know where all this conflict started between them. That’s all I have to say. Can I go now?

Shuri: it’s great!! Okoye and Ayo keep acting out the scripts that I give them, you record them, and we get the money! It’s my most entertaining and innovative idea I’ve come up with so far. And I’ve come up with some incredible things!!

You were invested in the show that you almost forgot about the prank. Snapping out of it, you grabbed your phone and clicked on buck’s contact. After typing out the message, you hit send with a mischievous grin. You didn’t know what to expect but it was exciting sobre it’s been a while since you’ve really messed with your brother.

Bucky was halfway to the compound when he heard his phone bing. The notification sound let him know that it came from you, so he opened it to see what you needed, holding up the phone so he would still see the road.

He’s gone, you can come over now baby :)

His eyes comically widened in terror, not being able to take his eyes off that last word.

Baby.

In an instant, he slammed the brakes, eliciting a stream of honks from the cars behind him that almost slammed into him. He couldn’t even pay mind to them as he made a 3 point turn and quickly started driving the opposite way: home. While he drove, he dialed your number on speaker, bouncing his free leg anxiously. The call quickly went to voicemail which made him sit up in shock and anger. He called you again, going straight to voicemail. And again. And again!

You were giggling your head off seeing the screen constantly light up with Bucky’s name on it. You kept quickly hitting deny, just imagining his hilarious state. Soon you found yourself laughing out loud clutching your belly as the calls kept coming and he did not stop! You actually wanted to answer for a split second to hear his reaction personally but decided milk the prank a bit more.

Bucky had never driven so fast in his life. He was mentally thanking Tony for this car since it was able to reach high speeds. He couldn’t get the image out of his head if you having a boyfriend yet. Maybe at 40 years old, no, maybe 50. No- Just to be safe, 80 years old. But not now!! You were WAY too young to be with someone! He was the only man you needed in your life right now. The thought of a boy being in his house right now... alone... with his little sister who’s too innocent for this world?!?!? He was barely even paying attention to the road anymore. It was like he was being driven by a motor, automatically driving down the street, his head flooded with thoughts.

You were satisfied, munching on a bag of chips as you finished your show, when you heard the screech of tires pull up at your house. That’s when it cocked and your stomach dropped. He had come back.

You weren’t really expecting him to come back, let alone be back so fast. You jumped off the couch with a nervous squeal leaving your throat as you went to hide.

Not a second later, Bucky kicked his way in the house. “HEY! WHO’s IN HERE?” He boomer, putting on his intimidating voice. He stomped all over the house, searching for the boy. And you. “Y/N!”

“Y/N”

“Y/N!!”

You were in the closet upstairs, your eyes wide open in shock. He sounded serious. Maybe you should have picked a different prank. Still, you couldn’t help but find the situation hilarious.

“HEY! COME OUT! NOW. Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HAVE A BOY IN HERE!!” You heard him from downstairs, throwing your head back as you laughed as quietly as you could. You heard him stomp his way upstairs and you quickly covered your mouth. “IF THERES A BOY IN HERE, HE BETTER COME OUT NOW. BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE, I JUST MIGHT SWITCH!!” He growled. You gasped to yourself in surprise when he said that. You knew he wasn’t capable of switching another thanks to Shuri, but it was still so funny to hear him say that.

Having enough of this, Bucky stood perfectly still, closing his eyes and focusing on what he heard. He felt his superheating adjusting and zoning into all the sounds he could hear. Cars from outside. Wind blowing. A/C air circulating. Clock ticking. Light bulb hum. Giggles.

He opened his eyes and without moving a muscle his eyes followed to the closet door. He picked up light muffled giggling. Had to be you. He quickly rushed over and yanked the door open, making you scream. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up and out. “Where is he.” He huffed, letting you go and looking all around your room and you watched him with laughter.

“Where’s who?” You giggled, crossing your arms. He didn’t look at you, but you saw his eyes dulled in annoyance.

“Don’t play with me y/n. I got a message from you that was supposed to be for your little boyfriend. You sent it to me instead.” You growled.

“Whahat message?” You shrugged, playing dumb knowing it got on his nerves more. Finally he looked at you with an expression that told you he was done, and started to walk towards you. You burst into nervous giggles and ran across to the other side of the room to dodge him.

“Where is he.” He asked again. “I’m serious Y/n. Where’s the boy.” He began to look more hurt and sad than furious now. You decided that it was enough messing around and tell him the truth before he got sad.

“There’s no boy, Buck. I was just playing.” You said in a light voice, throwing your head back and rolling your eyes. His face stayed the same. He didn’t believe you. “Really!”

“I got the text, y/n.” He deadpanned.

“I know, I did it on purpose, dummy! It was a prank!” You laughed. Bucky’s jaw dropped as his eyes Dulles again.

“So you made me come alllll the way back home... all the way back!... for nothing?? After I needed to get some oh so very important papers from a place almost an hour away, you make me turn back after I was half way there... for a prank??!?” Bucky stressed, raising his brows at you. You had to bite back your giggles but it wasn’t working too good. You raised your hands in defense.

“Hehey, in my defense, I didn’t think you were gonna actually come back here!” You shrugged sheepishly.

“Well if you send a text like that then decline every call I send your way, YEAH IM GONNA COME BACK!” He exclaimed, making a beeline towards you. You run out the door with a squeal, giggling loudly as you ran from your brother who was hot on your heels. You couldn’t deny that as scared and nervous you were, you were having so much fun messing with Bucky.

You ran downstairs and tried getting to the kitchen island but before you could get there, Bucky caught you. He grabbed you from behind and lifted you up, wasting no time in mercilessly digging his fingers into the middle of your belly, ignoring your loud hysterical laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAHA!! BUHUCKY STAHAHAHAP!!” You arched your back against him but that only pushed your belly more into his hands, making you try to flop around like a fish. He carried You over to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap. You quickly tried to roll off from him but he grabbed your arm and lifted it over your head, blowing a big raspberry on your ribs. You yelped and flinched hardly at the ticklish feeling, kicking your legs out to distract you from it.

“I’m really enjoying my payback by the way. Very satisfying. And it’s almost making the trip back here worth it” He hummed, hooking his arm under your neck to nuzzle his stubble into it, making playful nomming noises. You screamed, trying to scrunch up your neck. He knew his stubble always killed you. “BUCKYHYHYHY!!” You pushed at his chest. You managed to slip out of his arms for a moment but only made it a couple of feet before he caught you again with a chortle. “Ohohoho! Where do you think you’re goin? We just started!” He smirked, grabbing you by your legs and holding you halfway upside down.

“NohohohooooOOO!” You cried, protesting as he was only holding you on one side while using his metal hand to tase his finger in your belly button, grinning at your hysterical cackles. It amused him how you’d try to “ab crunch” your way up to stop him but were too weak with laughter to sit up very long. “Awww, don’t like a wittle tickle? Hm?” He teased in a baby voice, bending over with you still in his arms and rubbing his face all over your belly and mumbling the same things.

“NAHAAAAHA!! SORRYYYY IM SOHOHORRY BUCKYHYHY!!” That drove you crazy, finally making your laughter turn silent as all you could do was silently slap at his head. Bucky giggled at your hysterical reaction.

“Oh, you’re not sorry, you’re just sorry you got caught!” He laughed, pausing to give you a minute to breathe. “And cause you want me to stop!” He sang with raised eyebrows, starting to dance his fingers at random places on your belly and sides to keep you guessing, eliciting a new stream of giggles out of you.

“NohohoHOOO PLEHEhease!! Buhucky dohohont! Ihihit tickles!!” You laughed, trying to block his fingers as best you could. Bucky chortled and shook his head, momentarily setting you on your feet before quickly lifting you by your sides and throwing you in the air, blowing a big raspberry on your belly each time he caught you. Butterflies swarmed your stomach at the feeling, lagging your heart out.

“Who’s the tickle monster??” He teased, throwing you up and tickling you again and again. “Huh?”

You could hardly even think anymore, the only thing going through your head was how much it tickled. All you could do was laugh and hiccup. Bucky could tell you were out of it, laughing along with you. With a few hiccups You about about to let out an exhausted “You!” before he finally stopped.

With a chuckle he carried you on his hip to your room before playfully throwing you into your bed from the doorway. You squeal as you landed on the mattress and giggled, getting under the covers for a nap while he walked to your bedside. “Jerk.” You mumbled sticking your tongue out at him.

Bucky quickly scratched under your chin to make you flinch and scrunch your neck up, effectively making you close your mouth. You whined in annoyance that you couldn’t get the last laugh and slapped his hand away. “Take a nap, Trouble. We’re going to Steve’s later to watch the game.” You gasped as you perked up. He immediately raised a finger. “Ah!! To watch the game. Not to play around with Steve. I wasn’t even gonna bring you cause I know you’d hog him all up trying to get him to entertain you. You spent all day with him yesterday. It’s game time now.” He said, watching as you pouted with narrowed eyes. “But I know if I don’t bring you, you’re gonna be a big baby about it.” He smiled sarcastically.

“Hmph. Fine.” You huffed. “But I get him during commercials and half time.” You smirked. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Sure.”

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Okay before I get in to the whole discussion about this chapter I wanted to say amazing job!!! I have my notifs on for your account and I squealed when I saw you posted hehehe

Secondly!!!!! I’ve been reading everyone’s asks as well as your answers and I gotta say I am so conflicted with this one 🥴 on one hand I’m glad jungkook had that convo with Yuna because it is showing his progress to realizing the whole situation at hand and putting up the appropriate boundaries, because I think you mentioned earlier that he wasn’t all that aware of how seriously yuna’s actions were affecting oc.

On the other hand… (sorry in advance to lovefool jungkook I swear I don’t hate u) there’s a few instances throughout the story where it feels like jungkook (and taehyung) are definitely aware that yuna is being mean/inappropriate/passive aggressive or just straight up aggressive, even before jungkook and oc were a thing, and they either didn’t speak up and say anything, or they took a different approach and appeased her like she was an angry toddler hahaha

1. The bit where Yuna started going off about jungkook wanting to drive oc home after the party and she starts cutting off everyone trying to reason with her and she even says something to oc like “aren’t you used to public transport anyway” 💀😭😭 like Gurl damn ok first of all what’s wrong with public transport 😭 but ya before anyone can call her out for her pretty obviously rude behaviour, taehyung kinda swoops in there and says he’ll drive the oc home so that yuna wouldn’t stomp her feet any more

2. The part where yuna is like “are you that happy to see me?” After noticing jungkook’s boner lmaooo and he realizes this is awkward because he gets clearly flustered but he again doesn’t say anything!! He sort of brushes it off by thinking well it’s not my fault that she’s joking about it. No sir it’s not your fault but it is your responsibility to not let people think it’s fine to flirt and make sexual jokes if u have a gf!!!! especially if said gf is in the room hahaha

3. I think there’s a part in one of the chapters but I can’t find it I’m so sorry, but it’s something about how yuna’s behaviour gets excused and she gets a pass because she’s the “childhood best friend”, which gives me the impression that her circle of friends know that her behaviour is somewhat unacceptable, otherwise what would they be giving her a pass for?

4. And then obviously the bit where he wants to hug and comfort yuna after she said some pretty despicable things about his girlfriend lolol idk man at that point if I was jungkook and it was quickly becoming clear that my best friend isn’t the person that they’ve made themselves out to be, my actions towards them would change equally quickly and the last thing I’d feel the urge to do is comfort them after they’ve spewed horrible shit about someone I love, I’d be like mf explain yourself!!!!!

So these things combined with the fact that he mentions that he knows that Yuna has never been a fan of any of his girlfriends, and that she displays “catty behaviour” towards others is like.. how could someone not see the writing is clearly on the wall u know? I’m honestly not sure because I can only speak from my POV and I personally am very attuned to peoples behaviours and feelings so I think I would notice right away especially if someone was saying all those things to my partner, who I naturally feel more protective of than anyone else!! And also it’s not like Yuna is sneaky with her comments, she pretty much says these things in front of jungkook and other people, so it just makes him seem like a bit of a coconut head that he was so oblivious to not only his friends behaviour but his girlfriend’s (who he knows is somewhat more shy and sensitive than other people he’s met) feelings? So idk idkkkk I can definitely see why people are frustrated with him at the moment but I don’t think he is a lost cause yet!!! I think he’ll have to do some serious explaining and apologizing with oc and put up non negotiable boundaries with Yuna if he wants to have a healthy relationship with oc!!

Bruh I also can’t forget to mention!!!! Because I was skimming through the chapters trying to find the parts I was thinking of I stumbled upon this bit and I screameddddd!! From Yuna’s POV: “She doesn't like your face and your hair. She hates your makeup and clothes and thinks the way you present yourself is unauthentic. The way you act all coy around people, around her friends.” Oh the irony ☠️☠️☠️The way like a day later she shows up looking like the oc to try and get jungkook to feel sympathetic to her 😭

Anyway at the end of the day I know it’s all fictional and I hope you don’t feel like I am bashing your writing in any way!!! I honestly think it’s super fun to discuss this with everyone because the topic at hand is something that people have strong opinions towards and it’s interesting to see how everyone looks at it differently!!! Much love to youuuu 💖

OK! You make fair points! I'm glad you caught on to the irony lmao

I've tried to make him a little oblivious in the story and we don't really get to see what he's actually thinking.

Thank you for keeping the notifs on 😳 that's so personal 😳 also yEAH I'm shocked people have such diverse reactions to it but I guess once you put up a piece of work, it's open to all interpretation and it doesn't belong to me anymore!

I'm just getting used to this idea lol as you can see, I've had a somewhat hard time adjusting dbdhd but god I am genuinely so, so grateful for ALL the responses.

thank you so much! (ᗒᗩᗕ)