#y/n x Myra

[aegonshusband]

Aegon ii x niece!reader

sorry not sorry u get the targaryens.

emyra is oc!hotd for the sake of not having to use y/n format. SORRY

the lack of aegon content on here is seriously so sad like.

The night grew longer and quieter, the castle lacking movement beyond the horses in the courtyard. Emyra lay in her bed, tossing and turning from one side to the other. Her fingers twitching from the breeze thanks to the open window. She hums softly, content with not being able to sleep. 

As she tossed once more, she heard a shuffle outside her bedroom door, promptly followed by the door being opened rather loudly. The door was shut and messy footsteps followed. Emyra looked toward the end of her bed, looking for who had come in. She saw the familiar figure of her uncle, Aegon. She sat up as he reached the foot of her bed, climbing in.

“Myra,” he began. “‘M tired… c’mere.” his words were slurring, and she quickly realized he was drunk. He climbed onto her bed and made his way on top of her, and they were face to face. 

“Hi, Uncle.” She said, confused. “Why have you come?” She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I wanted to see you,” he said, shamelessly looking down at her shirt. 

“What for, uncle?” She asked once more. 

Aegon followed this by reaching his hand towards Emyra’s shirt, pulling her right shoulder down. “I want to fuck you.” 

Emyra’s eyes widened. “Fuck… me?” She asked. Aegon positioned his knee between her legs, despite her resistance.

“Yes… I must be the one to deflower you, sweet niece.” He said, his words still slightly slurring.

Emyra looked at her uncle with shock, biting her lip as she looked down towards her crotch, his knee wiggling around, causing Emyra’s breath to hitch. “I…” she started, but Aegon quickly ripped the rest of her shirt down aggressively, tearing the seams, the ripping loud. Emyra looked at her uncle, seeing a hunger in her eyes she’d never seen. Her nipples hardened at the sudden exposure to the cold air. His lips met her breast and she let out a quick moan, unable to stop him. 

“Your breasts are the finest size, niece. It's tiny enough to fit in my whole mouth,” Aegon said in between breaths. Emyra blushed, another moan coming out of her mouth.

“I’m happy you’re pleasured, uncle.”

“Such a good girl,” he said, forcing her to lay on her back, ripping off the rest of her nightdress to expose her body. “Perfect,” he said, tracing her stomach down to her cunt with his tongue.

Emyra looked up at her ceiling, frightened by what had happened, but also feeling excited at the same time. Her cunt twitched and leaked as his tongue traced her curved body, leaving a trail of saliva and causing her to shiver. “Please… uncle.”

“Shut up,” he commanded, straddling her. He pulled down his pants, slipping them off. Emyra pulled at the edge of his tunic, biting her lip and giving him puppy eyes.

“I want to see you.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. He positioned himself near her entrance, spitting into his hand and pumping his cock a few times. His cock twitched as he thought about what was to come. He was going to deflower his sweet niece of 18, who was set to marry his son of the same age. Aegon was a greedy man, he wouldn’t allow anyone to take the virginity of his favorite niece. He would do anything for her, go to the end of the Earth to pleasure her as much as she wished. 

Emyra clutched the sheets below her hands hard, her hips buckling up forward, her body eager to feel her uncle inside of her. Aegon gripped her thighs hard, causing her to wince. 

He shoved himself inside forcefully, causing Emyra to yelp. Aegon put his hand over her mouth, hissing. “Shut up!” 

He thrusted in and out quickly, hardly giving Emyra time to adjust to his length. Her eyes were watering as she stared up at Aegon, who was letting out moans and grunts. He took his hand off of her mouth, Emyra took a few deep breaths as she could, moaning in between them. 

“Please… stop. Give me a minute,” she begged, trying to adjust.

“Shut the fuck up,” Aegon said, gripping her hips hard. He thrusted into her quicker and faster, his head swinging back. his cock twitched inside of her as his hips moved him inside and out of her cunt.

Emyra cried out, tears running down her face. She kicked her feet and dug her nails into his thigh. “Aegon…” she croaked out, her hips starting to leak blood from his fingernails.  

He let go as he finished inside of her, Emyra finishing herself soon after. He rode out his orgasm, looking down at her pussy, and seeing both blood and cum leak out. “Good girl,” he said, smirking. “You took me good. It looks like you were molded perfectly just for me. I should thank your mother.” He said, chuckling. 

Emyra laughed, her legs twitching as she let out a mix of moans and pants. “Again, please.” 

Aegon looked down at her, realizing fucking her had caused him to go completely sober. “You’re a needy girl.”

“Only for you,” she smiled, her blond hair sticking to her forehead. 

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” 

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 19: Vanadium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.8k a/n: hopefully releasing two chapters will make up for the cliffhanger eheehhehe

Working with Myra was hard at first. Mostly because all you could think about was what she had done - the pain she had caused. Slowly, she became tolerable. You treated her like a colleague, nothing more. You didn’t talk about anything else except work. She had tried to talk about something else a time or two, but you shot her down. You were uninterested in anything she had to say unless it pertained to the research at hand.

“You’re making it difficult to act civil.” You turned to look at her with a blank expression. “And why would I want that? That has nothing to do-”

“With the research yeah, whatever. I’m trying to make amends and you’re making it impossible.” 

“Why would I want to make amends with the likes of you?” Your blank expression slowly turned into a glare. You weren’t in the mood. 

“If we’re going to work together - we might as well get along.” She looked annoyed and you couldn’t believe the gall of her.

“Get along? Did you forget what you did?” You felt like pulling your hair out. How hard was it for her to just fuck off? Things are going just fine without trying to ‘be civil’. “Why can’t you just get the picture? You left me bitter.” You let out a hollow laugh. “All that’s left is bad blood.” You’d never forgive her. She had completely destroyed your crew and your brother lost an arm because of his recklessness thereafter. It was a pipeline that she caused.

Myra looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out. It seemed like a sea of emotions on her face. “I thought you’d be able to understand where I came from. You and I were like two peas in a pod. Two of the same mind. I figured if anyone could figure out why and forgive - it would be you.”

Your eyes widened and you still just…couldn’t wrap your head around whatever the fuck she was on. “What burns the most, Myra, is that you lied right to my face. All that time together - two years, mind you. Was any of it real? Were you just nice for the experiment? For your research? Cause that was one hell of an act that you put on.” The domestic bliss of it all - was it all just a lie? The extent she was willing to go to manipulate you was astronomical.

The scientist looked at you before shrugging. “I cared about you, yes. I needed you to succeed in my mission, so your wellbeing was important.” You just stared at her, dumbfounded. What kinda card was she trying to play now? “That’s not…” Did this woman care about anything? How were you so blind to it before? This was a completely different woman than the one you knew; the one you knew was warm, inviting. She was cold and calculated; heartless.

“What, y/n, can we do to help you move on from this? We need your complete focus. Obviously your feelings towards me are too strong for you to operate properly. Would yelling at me help? Would letting all that anger help aid you in this mission?” You just stared at her as she spoke. You head was spinning from the sheer audacity of this woman. Once again, you felt like an absolute fool for ever having liked this woman in any capacity. She was worse than Kese. She had no remorse in her actions.

“You…you can’t relieve these demons, Myra.” You felt your eye twitch as you tried to keep yourself calm. You were so…you didn’t even know. You felt so many things that they all just conflicted with each other. “You can’t make this okay for me. You’re the one that caused these feelings.” You shook your head, closing your eyes and took a deep breath. You just needed to calm down. She wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth your anger. You had a task at hand that needed your attention. You needed to finish this so you could get back to your crew. You had so many things you needed to do.

“But your efficiency-” She stopped short as your dagger flew towards her, slamming into the wall right next to her head. Her head slowly turned, looking at the blade - her eyes meeting with her logo. “You’re the one impeding my work right now.” You looked at her, your breathing ragged as you were now worked up. You were trying with every fiber of your being not to absolutely throttle the life out of her. “Now, no more chit chat - get to work.”

She swallowed hard, nodding with wide eyes. You seemed to finally pull some kind of emotion from her. So, she wasn’t a robot after all, huh? It was just an act. It seemed whatever facade she had was starting to fall. She started crumbling. 

“I’m sorry,” she said in a strained voice. You looked at her - this time your face was void of emotion. “I did care. I cared about you so much - that’s why I sent you back with your brother. Because what I did was wrong and I…I wanted to repent for what I had done.” You just looked at her as she slowly slid to the ground - you only let her live because she had Lily. You kept her alive for her. You weren’t going to rob her of a parent.

“Don’t ask me for forgiveness - I’d rather watch you bleed,” you said before walking out of the lab. You needed some time away from her. You needed a breather.

--

After that…incident, Myra didn’t try to make any more small talk. She followed your lead, letting you order her around as needed. It seemed that she realized who was really in charge now - that you weren’t to be pushed around like some helpless, insecure person anymore like you were when you were staying with her. You were your own and strong. Shit, you almost rivaled with how you used to be. 

Eventually, you were ready for human trials. You weren't going to make Toko try yet; she was just a child. You took some willing adults, having them try your samples. None of them died, luckily enough. The most that happened was…nothing. Most of them were duds. 

You were irritated. Everything was right but why wasn’t it working? You tweaked and tweaked and tweaked it but nothing seemed to be changing - no matter what you did. You wanted to pull your hair out.

“You should head to bed. A fresh mind will help.” You just glared at Myra who held up her hands. “I’m just saying. You’ve been tweaking it for hours. Besides, all the subjects have gone to bed so you can’t even test it right now.” Without another word, or waiting for a response, she left you to your thoughts.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, letting your head fall back with a long sigh. You supposed she was right. Everyone was asleep, so you couldn’t even test the new formula anyway. You stood up, stretching as a yawn escaped your lips. You were exhausted. You were working from sun up to sun down every day - it was starting to take a toll on you but…

You couldn’t give up now. 

A nap. All you needed was a nap. You walked over to the loveseat that was in the lab and in moments you were passed out.

Crash. 

You bolted upright, squinting in the dark. You saw a small figure over by your desk. Your heart stopped as you ran over to the light and turned it on. Toko was standing there, beaker shattered at her feet. “Toko!” You ran over to her, sliding on your knees - not even paying attention to the glass that was imbedding itself into your knees. 

You took her face in your hands. “Toko! Answer me!” You searched her face and she looked at you with wide, confused eyes. No, no, no! What was she doing here? Why did she drink what was in the beaker?

“T-Toko thought this was the kitchen…” Fuck! You should’ve locked the door. Tears began to line your eyes when her face started to move. “T-Toko?” you whispered, emotion clear in your voice. You couldn’t live with yourself if anything happened to her. At this point you heard voices coming from down the hallway, heading towards you.

Shit. If Toko died, you might die. You told your brother not to die, but here you were - probably going to die. Though, you’d gladly accept the fate because you made a mistake and hurt someone so innocent in the process.

The twisted smile on Toko’s face began to shift; corners of her mouth uncurling and slowly sliding down. Her large smile slowly closed and her face slowly relaxed. Your own eyes widened. Was it working? Or was she dying? You weren’t sure. “T-Toko?” you asked, your voice cracking.

Suddenly, tears appeared in her eyes and she started wailing. She threw her arms around you as she cried and cried, and you held her there in disbelief. Did it work? Did it really work? You held her close, looking up as Hiyori appeared in the doorway, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the scene before her.

“Wh-” 

You looked at her, tears rolling down your own face as you held the crying Toko. You slowly stood up, still holding her as she continued to sob into you. “Is she…crying?” Hiyori’s voice was full of disbelief and you nodded, smiling through your own sobs.

All those years of being unable to unleash those negative emotions properly were coming forth all at once. You knew she was never able to properly grieve for her father either, so…it was all coming out now.

Tears began to fall down Hiyori’s face as she watched Toko. It was clear that she wanted to hold out and hug her, but she was holding onto you so tightly and her body was shaking so much that she didn’t want to interrupt her. She needed to get all of this out. You had a feeling that these next few days were going to be absolutely exhausting. You were going to have to do this one at a time - to give people a moment to collect themselves.

Though, Toko was a small child compared to the adults. They might be able to hold better, but for now, you were just going to let her do what she needed to do.

It wasn’t long before the small child was passed out against you. All that emotion had taken its toll and wiped her out. You slowly handed her off to Hiyori. “She should at least sleep good,” you said with a small smile. Hiyori nodded, smiling at you. “Thank you so much, doctor. I-I don’t know how to thank you.” 

You shook your head. “No need to. I’m just doing my job.”

Hiyori let out a small laugh, knowing it was going to be pointless arguing with you. “I’m going to tuck her in, you should rest as well, doctor.”

You nodded, waving as they left.

--

As you predicted, the next few days were rough. There was so much crying, touching, and wailing. You didn’t like being touched all that much by people you hardly knew, but you knew they couldn’t really help it; overcome with emotion and you were the nearest person to them. It was draining what little social battery you had past its breaking point. You were slowly realizing that you only had a social battery with your crew.

“On behalf of Wano, we cannot thank you enough,” Momonosuke said, inclining his head to you. You shook your head, holding up your hands. “I mean, you guys provided free room and board, not to mention all the other shit that I needed so…we’re even?” 

He looked at you with a surprised expression. “Even still, you are so humble. Is there really nothing else we can do for you?”

You shook your head before you realized something. “Actually, yes. Could you, perhaps, lend me a boat and supplies? I’m going to need to take a bit with me since I’m pretty sure my brother doesn’t have anything that I’m going to need on his ship.” At least for now. You’d eventually be able to restock and everything would work out in the end.

Momonosuke nodded and smiled widely. “I would be more than happy to provide you with a ship and provisions!” He looked to one of his retainers who nodded at his silent command and headed off. He turned to look at you. “Thank you again.”

You held up your hands. “Please, I’m begging you. If I hear that phrase again, I might go insane.” You heard it so much over the past few days, you weren't even sure if it was a real expression anymore. Momonosuke only laughed and put his own hands up. “Fair enough, doctor. I will mind my tongue in the future.” 

When you headed out, Hiyori popped up with Toko. They were both smiling, a genuine one from the smaller. “We’re going to miss you!” Toko chimed, running over to give you a hug. You knelt down, wrapping your arms around her. “Oh, I’m going to miss you too. I’ll make sure to call and write, okay?” 

Toko looked up at you with a bright expression and nodded. “Okay!” She ran back over to the other woman, holding her hand.

“Have fun with your hunkidy do of a man,” Hiyori chimed on your way out and you stopped. “My what?” The woman just laughed, leaving you absolutely confused. Who the hell says that? What does that even mean?

--

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for them to gather the things that you had requested. You were double checking things on the port when you heard someone say your name. You grimaced, turning around to see Myra. C’mon, couldn’t she leave you alone? She stopped as she saw your face. “You…are still mad at me?”

You just looked at her and she frowned. “I-I said I was sorry. I never meant for it to go as far as it did I-”

You just scoffed, shaking your head as you looked at your clipboard. “Spilling every lie you’ve spilled before,” you said in a dismissive tone. You shook your head. “Still, I’m not forgiving you.” You looked at her with a determined stare that bored into her soul. “And I never will.” 

Her eyes widened at you as you radiated sheer anger from your very being. She took a step back as you took a step forward, towering over her. “I hope that you never hear my name without your chest in flames.” Your tone was resolute and full of venom as if you were placing a curse on her. You could tell it already was. After all, she had sent you to Wano where your brother had been. She was obviously feeling guilty. She had tried the tough act and you tore right through that.

You were on a warpath - not to be fucked with. You had a mission and you’d be damned if you were going to let Myra get in your way. Though, you were leaving now and you couldn’t be happier. You just wanted to see your brother again. To see the crew again. To see Killer.

Man, you had so much to tell him. You had made the decision to confess your feelings, no matter how it ended up; you just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. Though, Hiyori made it clear that it wasn’t as secret as you thought. If your brother had caught on, who the hell else had?

--

After bidding farewell and more tears being shed, not from you - you were pretty sure you were all out, you finally sailed off. Unlike your brother, you weren’t going to dive off the side of a fucking mountain, you were going to take the official port. 

It didn’t even take that long and you weren’t sure why your brother made a fuss about it. Though, when you thought about it, he was just showing off anyway. It checked out actually. Constantly in some kind of dick measuring contest with someone.

Once you were out on the sea, you took your brother’s vivre card from your pocket, getting ready to set course. 

Your heart stopped as it burst into flames.

[lgwifey]

hii love could i please request something with graham just something cute and fluffy (maybe beginning in angst and ending fluff??) love you xx

(Hiyaaaa babes, sorry my writings been really dead recently but I hope this is okay x)

PINKY PROMISE

90s!graham coxon x fem!reader

MASTERLIST

Bright lights flashed in the group's face as they waited for their call to enter the stage of the popular talk show.

Y/n stood with the rest of her band, she was in the middle with their bassist behind her. They weren't as popular as Cassie and Myra, the vocals and guitarist, and they weren't overly bothered by it. At the end of the day, they all came into this business because of their love of music and as long as she was playing with her bestfriends she was happy.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, Cassie, Myra, Y/n and Luka also known as Y/b/n."

The four strolled over to the long couch set out beside the host's chair and desk. None of them had gone over the top on their outfit for the interview, sticking to what they might of worn on stage or in the streets.

Y/n sat between Myra and Luka, fixing her hair to how it was before it got messed up by the fan blowing air at them all.

Eventually the live audience stopped applauding and the man in a suit turned to them.

"First of all, I'm starting to think that all guys should stop weightlifting and get a set of drums in there, Y/n those look pretty dangerous."

The teenage girl laughed before flexing her arms, Luka pulling them down with an amused expression on his face.

"Yeah, playing drums pratically everyday since your three give you some muscle."

"Three !? Anyways, back to the script or my boss' are gonna tell me off. What can you tell me about the-"

Y/n listened as Cassie and Myra answered his questions aimed to get, waiting paciently for her and Luka's turn.

As her friends answered their questions, her eyes scanned over the crowd. Luka must've noticed her unintentional quiet sigh because he discretely held onto her hand for the rest of the interview.

Y/n gave an ached groan as her bones slowly slid back into a normal position, muscles aching from how she had fell asleep.

Her sleep dosed eyes fluttered around as she dragged her mind into conciousness. Still in last night's heels, she made a mental reminder to try to take them off next time as one on her ankles was twisted sideways by the scuffed, plastic pink platform and her other leg was dinted with marks from the thin straps that crawled up to her knee.

She must have been spending too long observing her surroundings because soon an arm crawled out from under the crumbled duvet and killed the irritating noise which echoed out of her phone.

Her spine let out a satisfying crack as she arched it just before falling on her side to face Graham. The guitarist layed with his head buried under the blanket, pillow sideways and phone drooped half over his head. He'd gave all his effort for the morning in turning the alarm off and was now just letting his body mould back into the comfortable bed.

"Morning."

She waited a moment before the gruff responce of a sleepy mumble was muffled by the duvet, letting her eyes roll as she watched him move to have the pillows over his face and the duvet closer to him.

Knowing she wasn't going to be able to get him to move any time soon, she slipped out of bed, pulling a random pair of sweatpants over last nights dress before trying to walk to the kitchen to find the few aspirins left for help with the fog that clouded her brain whenever she stood up.

The flat had been left in an even more catastrophic state than usual, plastic shot glasses littered on the coffee table and kitchen counters.

Half an hour later, Graham wondered into the kitchen to find her staring off into space, a cup of cold coffee in her hands and yesterdays mascara dried onto her undereye .

"Nice night ?"

She dropped out of her own thoughts, finally blinking and looking over to where he stood with bed hair and tired eyes.

"I should ask you the same thing ."

Y/n got up from her seat, pouring the coffee in the sink and wondering off to the bathroom. He followed her, running his hand through his hair whilst trying to think of what is the best thing he could say, well what's less likely to get him sleeping on the couch for a week.

"Look I'm really, really sorry babe. You know I would've come if I could."

She turned around with a less than impressed expression on her face.

"That's the best you could come up with ?"

He paused at her reaction, before he carried in explaining.

"I got a last minute call, you know how it is."

"No Gray, I don't know how it is because I have to schedule everything around your little last minute things you get from this new management and the one time I ask you to do one thing, just come and sit in a seat at a chat show."

"I know"

She nodded, waiting for more.

“And I’m the worst boyfriend in the world for missing your interview.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And I won’t do it again ?”

She raised an eyebrow at that comment.

“Pinky promise ?”

She paused for a second, thinking through her options before replying with the vague

“I’m going having a bubble bath after last night, you’ve got till then to make it up to me.”

Her small smile contrasted her serious tone and Graham let out a small breath of relief as she spun into the bathroom,closing the door and letting the tub start running.

He immediately ran to the phone, calling the one memorised number and letting the device ring before speaking to the person on the other end of the line.

“Hiya Dames, yeah where did you get those flowers for Y/n’s birthday ?”

[clara02]

The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

Previous Chapter

Chapter one: Plan “All I Want for Christmas is Winning” is Afoot.

(Y/N) was starting to regret every decision that led to her crouching behind a bush. She was sure her and Myra looked like low budget spies from a shitty comedy movie. But alas, this is where her stupid desire to win led her.

After two weeks of diving deep into the lives of the Targaryen family, (Y/N) could consider herself a specialist, although she felt more like a creep. It was all courtesy of the Bolton boy, “Greg”. He insisted on giving “lessons” to (Y/N) and Myra inside of his family house, that most definitely looked like a torture dungeon.

Being completely honest, the Bolton boy freaked (Y/N) out. He had too much knowledge over the people of King’s landing, and even if he didn’t, he looked crazy enough to go to the end of the world for information. It was frighting to think what he could do if he wanted to mess anyone’s lives.

But… Oh well. If you are already in hell, why not hug Satan?!

(Y/N) needed the information for her plan to succeed, and Greg not only had the info, but also a crazy desired to see the Targaryen family fucked. So, it all worked out in the end… If you do not consider the therapy that’s totally going to be necessary after the tour of the sinister dungeon.

-You remember what you need to do, right?! – She heard Myra whisper.

-If we had a group chat like I suggested, perhaps I wouldn’t have to try and remember all these little details… - (Y/N) mutters, still pissed about having to crouch behind a bush.

-And leave evidence?! Girl, we don’t want this shit blowing on our faces. – (Y/N) scoffed at that. – Look, it’s very simple. Every day, since his return to King’s Landing, Aegon comes to this particular café and orders a drink. All you have to do is intercept him, make small talk and invite him for the presentation tonight. I’ll be already inside, so once you are done you can come sit with me. It will look like a coincidence. Just play nice and sweet like we rehearsed.

- I feel like a creep. Knowing his schedule and waiting for him in the corner… maybe we should just call it off…

- And waste two weeks of preparation?! – Myra stood up. – I’ll be inside. In the nice warm café! Waiting for you!

She started to dramatically walk away.

-Remember: We are doing this, so YOU get to win! – she said, half screaming, half singing.

And so, (Y/N) was all alone, in the cold, frigid weather, waiting for Aegon Targaryen. Felling her stomach twist and turn just at the thought of the interaction.

She was scared. Even if she considered the Targaryens her biggest nemesis, she still didn’t interact with then, at all. Maybe a few comments, before and after the competition, once a year, but that’s it.

Val, the Lannister girl that was still fuming about Aemond brushing her off on Summer Break, guarantied that Aegon would actually be receptive to any girl that moves. So, maybe, there was no reason to be that nervous. All she had to do was follow the plan and in a week’s time she would be holding a trophy in her hands.

Lost in thought, (Y/N) almost missed the silver head of hair walking on her direction. That was her cue. She took a deep breath and left the comfort of her little bush.

“It will be alright. Just pretend to be busy on your phone. And be nice, and casual, and don’t come out too strong. I’m busy, just distracted. He doesn’t bite… probably. I’m just walking towards the…”

(Y/N)’s scattered train of thought came to an end when she felt herself bump into someone and loose her balance.

A very undignified noise left her mouth as she stopped herself from hitting the ground.

Before she could cease herself, she looked up and was faced with big violet tired eyes, silver hair and a shocked expression.

She could feel a blush creeping in her cheeks and her hands started to shake. She had already fucked up the plan.

-I’m so sorry! – her eyes watered. – I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t paying attention.

Her voice sounded weak and crooked, even to her own ears.

“He hates me already. The plan is done…”

-It’s okay. Really. – the boy said calmly. – No harm done, princess.

He smiled.

She stopped and felt herself breathe. It wasn’t a super flirty smile. No… He was probably just trying to calm her. But still, a smile.

She looked to her side. Behind the glass door, her friend waited. Myra’s face is expectant. She could do this. A lot of meet-cutes started with a bump. It was most definitely Hallmark-approved.

She then made an awkward gesture to the door.

-I’m sorry, I was just trying to… - her voice trailed off.

-Oh. – The boy suddenly springing into action. – After you.

He said while holding the door. She felt her cheeks warming once more.

They enter the cozy café space and quickly join the line. The silence was a little heavy, but not completely uncomfortable. The jazzy music in the ambient calming (Y/N)’s nerves.

-I’m (Y/N), by the way. – She smiled turning her body to face the boy.

-Aegon. – he said, sporting a tired grin. – Do I know you?

-Yes. – she said a little to quickly, cringing a little on the inside. – My family also competes on the Christmas sugar cookie competition. We are normally second place.

He lets an unenthusiastic “Ah” escape his mouth, not seeming particularly interested on the matter.

“Doesn’t like to talk about it. Noted.”

-What can I get you, today?! – the barista interrupts the weird attempt of a conversation.

- I would like a macchiato with lots of foam… and?! – she turned to the boy just a little behind her.

He looked surprised and she gave him a reassuring nod.

-A… ahhm… A peppermint hot chocolate, with two marshmallows. – She could see the tip of his ears going red and thought it was adorable. At first, she would take him for an expresso or a plain americano. But apparently, he was a holiday drink kind of guy. Unexpected, sure, but really cute.

The barista announced the price and (Y/N) quickly reached for her wallet.

-You don’t have to… - he started, but she cut him off.

-As a way of saying “I’m sorry”. I should really start paying more attention.

-Thanks. – he said and she felt herself smile.

While waiting for their drinks, (Y/N) felt herself building the courage to invite him to the presentation tonight. It was a casual thing, he probably already knew about it, since lots of his friends were already going. The idea was to simply mention it, so perhaps he would search her in the crowd, and they could interact some more.

She was with her mouth already open when the doorbell rang, and Aemond “heart of stone” Targaryen entered the café.

That wasn’t on the plan…

To say he was intimidating was an understatement. He was even taller than his brother, and much leaner. His lips naturally curled, making it look like he was always scheming. His long hair brushed to perfection and the smell of leather lingering around.

All courage left (Y/N)’s body in a whim.

She quickly looked at Myra. Her eyes trying to send a signal.

“Abort mission!”

Her friend merely shook her head.

Aemond stopped for a second, acknowledging the girl next to his brother. Annoyance clear on his face.

-Are you done, brother? We have some errands to run. – His posture made it look like he was disgusted to be there. Like being in the presence of “peasants” was too much for him.

The barista positioned the drinks on the counter and Aegon grabbed the cup, nodding at his brother.

-Thanks again, (Y/N). – he said.

They turned their backs and started to leave. The flash of the silver locks made (Y/N) realize that like sand, her chances of winning where slipping through her hands.

Before her brain could process it, she had already started to speak, in a desperate attempt of saving her plan:

-Aegon. – the boy turned in her direction a little to fast. Happy to be taken out of his brother’s claws, even if for a few seconds. – I was… just… wondering if you’re going to show up to the Baratheon boys’ gig tonight…

From her peripheral vision she could see Aemond rolling his eyes. She probably looked like a desperate high school girl. One of those giggly nervous ones, that most likely surrounded Aegon every day.

She felt small, pathetic. Her body shrinking under the violet gaze of the Targaryen boys.

-The Baratheon’s? – he asked.

-Yeah. Every year they present in the square near the Street of Silk. – she couldn’t meet his gaze. – It’s almost a Christmas tradition at this point…

-Sounds… interesting. – Aegon said. His tone giving (Y/N) absolutely nothing.

-I will be going with some friends… so maybe…?!

-Maybe. - he smiled and left with his brother.

(Y/N) started walking on Myra’s direction. Feeling her shoulders heavy.

-This was a disaster. I’m moving to Winterfell. You will never see me again. – (Y/N) said throwing herself on the chair.

-I don’t know… - Myra smiled, sipping her own cup. – He seemed quite taken by you. Buying his drink was a good move. Besides, the courtship game is long, and you just began. Give it some time. Phase one of the plan is done. With him showing tonight we are all set.

-Well, hate to break it to you, but I doubt his going to show up. Did you see the way Aemond waltzed his way in and made me look like a fool?! And he didn’t even say anything! – (Y/N) sounded exasperated. Her arms all over the place in aggressive gestures.

-Can’t say I’m surprise. Bet you his name on his birth certificate is Aemond Cockblock Targaryen. What a cunt.

-I can already fell my victory vanishing away. – The girl said, dramatically hitting her forehead on the table. Her voice whiny.

-Hey! – her friend said, ruffing her hair. – Don’t jinx it. We don’t know how tonight it’s going to go yet. And either way, him showing up or not, we must look amazing. So, finish your overpriced coffee and let’s go. It’s time for phase two.

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Myra and (Y/N) spent the whole afternoon getting ready. The Lannister girl and Greg Bolton on the corner, giving their own suggestions. Val and Myra spent the whole entire time trying to get a good balance between Aegon’s type, which consisted of frat party girls, and their personal pick: sweet and nice girl from next door.

This has proven to be quite the task since they don’t seem to get to a consensus.

-It doesn’t really matter. – (Y/N) muttered. -I doubt he’s showing up after this morning’s fiasco.

-I wouldn’t be so sure. -Greg said. – He looked at your Instagram profile three times today.

-And how do you know that?!- Myra asked.

-Please… - the boy seemed offended. – Lots of apps give this type of info.

(Y/N) gave her friend a look.

-Good to know… - she said slowly.

-But you’re right. – Bolton said, seeming more interested on his phone than in the conversation. – It doesn’t matter how you look. Your attitude it’s what we need to focus on. Aegon is used to getting all the girls without lifting a finger. – A bitter tone surfacing. – You need to make him sweat for it, but without making it look like you’re hard to get. You play the nice beloved friend, who’s oblivious to his flirtatious advances. That will keep him interested.

-Greg is right. – Val said. – He’s the type of guy that gets bored easily. If you keep him on his toes he will stick around. But the moment he gets tired, he leaves.

-No pressure then… - (Y/N) smiled an awkward smile, without showing her teeth.

-A walk on the park… - her friend reminded her, while hugging her from behind and staring at their reflection on the big mirror.

After that, the hours seemed to pass by fast, and soon enough they were leaving for the square, (Y/N) feeling a little more relaxed.

By the time they arrived a little crowd was beginning to form. Myra having to elbow her way to the front of the stage. Bolton and Val leaving, just in case Aegon gets a little suspicious. The lights dimmed and the Baratheon boys start to play. The classic Christmas songs with a little of a rock modern twist to them.

(Y/N) and Myra were dancing and singing when the Arryn girl whispered:

-Don’t look, but our target just arrived. He’s with the twins. – Her eyes looking over (Y/N)’s shoulder. – Wait for them to come to us.

(Y/N) nodded discretely and continued to dance.

-(Y/N)! – she heard the boy’s voice and turned around with the best smile she could master.

-Aegon! So glad you could make it. – she brought Myra closer. – This is Myra Arryn, my best friend.

-Nice to meet you! – Myra’s fake smile seemed to hurt her cheeks.

Aegon nodded.

-This are Arryk and Erryk Cargyll. – he pointed and the older looking men.

(Y/N) knew exactly who they were, courtesy of her stalking weeks.

-It’s a pleasure. – she said, inclining her head to the side just a little, like practiced.

-The pleasure is all mine, doll. – one of the twins says.

While Aegon remains collected, the girls can feel the looks the older man give (Y/N). It’s a good sign, she thinks. From their “research” those three were always together in college and seemed to share the same interests when it came to girls. So, to have them focused on her was a positive outcome, since the Targaryen boy apparently wanted to keep his opinions all to himself.

-Oh, my gods! -Myra exclaimed. Her voice too loud and high to be genuine. – I love this song!

Suddenly she was attached to the twins and started pushing them to the side, giving a resemblance of privacy to (Y/N). A last wink and… done. They’re gone.

-So… - Aegon starts. – How did you hear of this event? You don’t exactly look like the type of girl to enjoy the night life of The Street of Silk. – (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at that. – No offense! – He quickly added.

She laughed.

-None taken. – she said. – Well, their Christmas presentation is almost tradition. The official start of the holidays in King’s Landing is the lighting of the tree, but since it’s kind of a dull event the Baratheon’s came up with this idea. It’s a nice opportunity to get drunk, so everyone just went with it.

-Sounds like true “King’s Landing” behavior. – he commented, making her laugh.

The guitarist, a guy named “Rony” waved at (Y/N) and she swiftly waved back. Aegon seemed intrigued at that.

-You know him?! – he asked, making the girl realize what it might have looked like. Most girls that stay this close to the stage and wave at the band members are girlfriends and hook-ups.

-Yeah… we uhm… go to college in Highgarden. In the first year we shared a few classes.

Aegon seemed satisfied with the answer. She decided to change the subject.

-So… Since, apparently, this is your first time, I can’t let you lose the main attraction of the evening! – she began to guide him far from the stage.

-I thought the band was the main event?! – Aegon said, confused.

-They are not that good. – (Y/N) whispers in a dramatic manner, making the boy laugh.

They stopped in front of a stall, and the girl immediately ordered a few pastries.

She turned to him, handing a nice smelling sweet.

-Since you’re a chocolate kind of guy, I thought you would like this one.

-How do you…? – he started, but soon interrupted himself. – Right. The hot chocolate this morning…

-Well… don’t just stand there. Try it! – she said, holding her own pastry.

Aegon seemed surprised after the first bite.

-Wow… It tastes divine! – he exclaimed.

-I know! These are the best sweets King’s Landing has to offer. – she then whispered close to the boy. – I’m still trying to find their secrets, so I can replicate those.

-Well, once you figure it out, make sure to let me know. – he smiled.

They started to walk on the outskirts of the square, still enjoying the deserts.

-It’s hard to believe we’ve spent all our lives living in the same place, and we had never talked before. Not even once! – she said, with a calculated smile on her face.

-Yeah. – he got a little closer to her, their shoulders brushing. – Where were you hiding, princess?!

There it was. The seductive smile Val talked so much about. He had obviously taken the invitation for tonight as something else, just like they planned. All she had to do now it’s let the compliments and insinuations fly over her head and continue to invite him to tag along.

-Who knows?! – She smiled without a care. – You should try the wild strawberry ones. They are amazing! – She handed him the sweet and continued walking, leaving him a little confused. – Either way, it’s nice that we’ve started talking. I feel like we could be good friends.

She continued the good girl act.

At this point Aegon was starting to wonder if he got it all wrong. He was sure she had given him the signs. The invitation, her friend leaving them alone… Just to be friend zoned?! He was sure he was going to have a nice night of fun, and now?!

But it was not like she was being rude or playing hard to get. She was being nice, smiling and sharing pastries. Maybe his insinuations weren’t clear enough for her. Some girls needed to be one hundred percent certain the guy was into them before making a move.

He looked at her bright expecting face. Or maybe she was just one of those girls. The good ones. That were all about friendships and rainbows.

He was about to test his theory, and flirt some more, when a crazy loud laugh reached their ears.

Myra seemed wasted. She couldn’t even keep herself straight, and the Cargyll twins looked panicked.

-Oh… - (Y/N) looked embarrassed. – I should probably get her. I mean… We came together, and she doesn’t look that good. – she sighed, her cheeks gaining a nice pink shade that Aegon found surprisingly endearing. – I’m sorry.

-No worries. - he was a little disappointed, but what else could he do?!

-Will I see you tomorrow?! – she asked. He seemed a little surprised at that. – At the tree lighting?! – she giggled. The sound soft.

-I don’t know, princess. – he scratched the back of his neck. – Not really my scene.

-It will be fun! - she said, and he raised his eyebrows. Fun?! With his family?!

Seeming to understand his expression she shrugged her shoulders.

-Okay… It probably won’t be fun… - she seemed flustered, and her big eyes looked at him. – But will I see you?!

He should say no. He wanted to say no.

-Sure thing, princess. – He smiled.

Right…

Her eyes shine bright, and she says her goodbyes with a honey-like voice, basically floating as she goes to her friend. Aegon shakes his head, his smile refusing to die.

When (Y/N) reaches her friend, they quickly leave the square.

Once they are far enough, Myra fixes her posture and looks at her friend, as sober as can be.

-So, how did it go?

-I think my face will be sore tomorrow. Had to laugh the whole time.

-I feel you. Those twins were so boring. Had to fake having fun the entire time. – her friend made a sour face.

-Well… bright side is I think I was the first girl to ever friendzone him. The boy seemed lost. – Myra screamed at that. – And he is coming tomorrow. Didn’t even think twice about it.

The girls shared a devilish grin.

-Phase three commences.

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SERIAL KILLER INFORMATION MASTERLIST

A

RODNEY ALCALA SUMMARY

B

VELMA BARFIELD SUMMARY

MARY BELL SUMMARY

DAVID BERKOWITZ SUMMARY

KENNETH BIANCHI SUMMARY

WILLIAM BONIN SUMMARY

IAN BRADY SUMMARY

JERRY BRUDOS SUMMARY

TED BUNDY SUMMARY

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ANDREI CHIKATILO SUMMARY

DEAN CORLL SUMMARY

CHARLES CULLEN SUMMARY

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🥀...LEARN THE ABCs: MYRA

masterlist

A - "Are we really doing a performance on roller skates? This is a recipe for disaster."

B - "But why did you think it was a good idea to climb up to the roof and sing to the birds? You could have fallen and broken your neck."

C - "Can someone please explain to me why we're dressed as giant fruit for this photoshoot? I'm concerned for our image."

D - "Did you really just try to jump over a moving car for the sake of a TikTok challenge? This is not worth a broken leg."

E - "Everyone thinks it's hilarious that we're wearing matching animal onesies for our next stage. I'm just worried we'll look like a zoo."

F - "Fan chants are one thing, but did we really have to learn a dance routine involving synchronized cow milking? This is getting out of hand."

G - "Getting tattoos of each other's faces is not a bonding activity, it's a cry for help."

H - "How did we end up with a pet alligator in our dorm? And why is someone trying to teach it how to do aegyo?"

I - "I can't believe you convinced the rest of the members to do a photoshoot in a haunted asylum. This is not a good look for us."

J - "Just because we're idols doesn't mean we're immune to the laws of physics. Jumping off a roof onto a trampoline is not safe, guys."

K - "Kpop is supposed to be about music and performance, not dangerous stunts and questionable fashion choices."

L - "Let's be real, our manager is never going to let us perform with live snakes. This is just a recipe for disaster."

M - "Myra's the name, sanity is my game. Can we please refrain from doing anything that could potentially land us in the hospital?"

N - "No, we can't do a performance on a bouncy castle. That's a lawsuit waiting to happen."

O - "Okay, I know we're trying to be edgy and unconventional, but getting matching face piercings is not the way to go."

P - "Pranks are fun, but pretending to be kidnapped for a vlog is not a good idea. People will take this the wrong way."

Q - "Quick, someone grab a fire extinguisher! Who thought it was a good idea to light sparklers on stage?"

R - "Rumor has it that we're planning a skydiving performance. I'm not sure if this is a joke or not."

S - "Singing upside down while suspended from the ceiling is not a talent, it's a death wish."

T - "The choreographer suggested that we dance with giant hula hoops. This is a disaster waiting to happen."

U - "Underneath the craziness, we need to remember that we're role models for our fans. Let's not do anything that could set a bad example."

V - "Very concerned about our next comeback concept. Are we really doing a tribute to the Spice Girls? I have so many questions."

W - "Who thought it was a good idea to take a bath in a tub full of glitter? We're going to be finding glitter in our hair for weeks."

X - "X marks the spot for our next music video shoot. We're apparently doing a pirate theme. This is going to be interesting."

Y - "You know what would be really wild? If we actually did a performance where we just sang and danced without any gimmicks."

Z - "Zero will to live right now but I'm gonna snooze that notification for now 'cause my members are dying."

a/n: she may act sane, but when she gets going, she should be contained.

[goose-draws-it]

I don’t feel like this piece will translate as well with just a blank Y/N otherwise, I’d have that as an option!

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Mental Health (Podcasts)

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Alice Isn't Dead

Keisha Taylor (Unspecified Anxiety Disorder)

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Camp Here and There

Sydney October Sargent (Psychosis)

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Adam Hayes (Depression)

Arthur Sacks (Insomnia)

Frank Sawyer (PTSD)

Myra (Abuse, Addiction - Alcohol/Drugs, Borderline Personality Disorder, Suicidal Ideation)

Samantha "Sam" Barnes (Anxiety, Depression)

Victor Shah (Addiction)

The Bright Sides

Niko (Depression, Gender Dysphoria, Social Anxiety)

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[atomic-taco-muffin]

Doms xemnas and terra x bratty Maya au:

Y/N (from the Y/N adopted by xehanort branch off au): *walks out of a dark corridor and removed my hood* why was lexeaus chasing demyx out of the castle?

Hana: *points at Myra* that’s why

[jeanisadummy]

You and Myra (your crush) were at school, and she tried to talk to you. Luckily, she succeeded. -------------------------------------- after she confessed to you, you guys decided to be together ++++++++++++++++++++++ Myra: 17 years old.New OC.          Curly hair girl,          she’s such a sweet girl,          shy,and she’s nice to you. something between you and Myra: - Maybe she’s too quiet sometimes,   but you guys still enjoy the time   when there’s only you both in a private space. -She always be the first person that will comfort you   if you’re having bad mood -you are classmates, you crush on each other   since you guys sat next to each other,   though the seat already changed. -you seldom talk to each other  until you started dating because you were shy

[myrapottah]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

Pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

Summary: cuddly sunday mornings with harry turns into a whole sex session<3

Warnings: smut, sir kink, fingering at the beginning, soft dom harry, boob sucking(is this a thing??), all cuddly and fluffy in rest

Type: smut and fluff

Words: around 2k?

Requested: no / yes

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

A/n: my only goal in life is to find a guy like harry and cuddle him 'till he suffocates :) ALSO THE GIF IS SO CUTE AHHH

★★★★★★★★

It was saturday, one of the best days in the week, when you could sleep and spend time with your lovely boyfriend. The day started great, with a wave of warmth and light creeking through harry's window, hitting you and harry's naked bodies that were tangled under the messy bed sheets. The sunlight arrived at the edge of your eyelids, opening them slowly and carefully.

The first thing you saw and you wanted to see every morning was harry, with his messy raven hair splayed over the pillow you were sharing and his toned abs slowly moving up and down synchronically with his slow breaths.

You got up on your elbows and pecked harry's lips quickly, trying not to wake him up. Before you could get on your feet, something caught your hand in a tight embrace. You turned around and you saw harry looking at you with puppy eyes and a childish pout.

'Trying to escape, hm?' he wishpered with his hot morning voice, dragging you back on the mattress and earning a giggle from you. He hugged your torso and placed your fingers in his hair. 'Let's just cuddle for a bit more'

'I really need to go, harry' you said massaging his scalp and kissing the top of his head.

'Where? Did your secret boyfriend told you to meet him at 9:34 in the morning?', he mumbled, even if he was completely lost in your touch.

God, you trought. He must trust me with his life if he makes jokes about that. You chuckled at the ideea, kissing his messy curls again.

'Maybe, but this time I just have to pee.' you spoke and he pouted again. 'Besides, I couldn't shower last evening because your thirsty mouth completely attacked me, harry james potter!'

He started laughing, so you picked a pillow and threw it in his face, with a big grin attached on your lips. He gently grabbed your waist and placed you on top of him, kissing all over your collarbone and neck.

'Isn't your pussy thirsty? Poor thing got nothing last night' he wishpered in your ear with a cocky smirk, starting to travel his lips on the upper part of your tits, but stopping there.

You just tugged on his hair, signaling him that he's got your consent. He started to bit gently on your nipple, playing hard to get moans and whimpers from you. And his plan worked, within a few minutes you were a whimpering mess above him, your pussy getting wetter and wetter every time he touched your delicate skin.

You couldn't ever think someone could treat you the way he did. In his eyes, you were the most fragile diamond in the world and he couldn't risk breaking you. The most expensive jewelry someone could have on this planet, but he was the only one who could wear it. He touched you in the most delicate way you'd ever think, like you were floating every time he did so.

You didn't even notice he stopped the kissing and slid a hand down your pussy, too lost in his warm embrace. You looked at him, your shiny eyes finding his emerald ones. You placed your hand on his cheek, kissing him with passion and love while he massaged your tights, teasingly careful.

'Don't wanna ruin the moment, but your hand is a bit tried', he wishpered, pointing at your arm that was shaking due to the lack of pressure it was holding. Right after, he flipped you so he was on top of you, his hand that was before on your tights now massaging your arm. 'Like that, so much better'

He slid his hand down your stomach again, making you gasp at the suddenly move. He trailed down and down, until he found your clit, all puffy and overused from the night before. He started drawing eights on it, making you moan his name for the first time that morning. You felt his dick twitch above your tummy and his cheeks flushing red. Even after a few years of dating, he could still get flustered that easily.

Your breathing got louder and the pleasure got stronger. God, this man had no idea how good was he with his fingers. And not only with his fingers.

'Does that feel good, angel?' he wishpered in your ear, making it sound like a dirty little secret.

'Yes, yes--ah! so good--mhmmp--so good' you said trought your needy moans and whimpers.

'Good girl' he praised, circling your hole with his middle finger and playing your clit with his thumb.

'Please! Need it so bad, - ah! - so bad!', you whimpered pathetically, eyes closed shut.

'Such a good puppy, for asking so nice' he said, inserting one digit in your tight hole. In a second, you realised how loud you were and you placed your hand over your mouth, making harry tut.

'None of that, princess' - he said, another finger entering your pussy - 'Let me hear your pretty moans and don't worry, I put the silencing charms'

You grabbed the sheets when harry hit that spot in your pussy that he and only he could find. A tear formed in your eye at the amount of pleasure you were receiving, then it slid down your cheek.

'Can I cum, please?' you said in a breath, trying to hold the delicious(like harry said) liquid in.

'Of course, angel. Make a mess on my fingers'

And right after harry's words, you came. Your legs were spasming and your whole body was trembling. Coming back to reality, you opened your eyes to see a pretty, grinning face laying on your stomach and massaging your thights.

'Was that good, baby?' the handsome boy said, kissing your tummy.

'Mhmm' you mumbled, not able to form a phrase yet.

'Y'think my cock deserves that pretty pussy of yours? It's so fragile I'm afraid I'll destroy it', harry asked, to make sure that you gave him full consent.

'Mhm, pretty please?' you said, pouting your lips in a way harry adored with all his heart.

He didn't answer, he just got up and nodded his head approvingly. He kissed the inside of your thights again, parting your legs so he can see your puffy pussy. He placed them both on his shoulders, making sure you are comfy with the position. Then, with no hesitation, he lined himself up with your entrance and parted your folds, slowly pushing in and resisting the urge not to slam right back into you. Even if you had sex a million times now, he was still treating you like it was your first time. Not that you didn't liked it.

You moaned when all of him entered you and slowly slid back. He started thrusting at a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust with the feeling.

'Faster! please,' you pleaded, holding tight his biceps with your hands.

He obliged quietly, getting faster and faster with every slam in your sensitive pussy. You were a moaning mess, combined with curse words and his name. You felt a familiar felling of a nod tightening into you again, growing bigger and bigger until you couldn't keep it in anymore.

'Needa cum' you mumbled-wishpered, breathing heavily in his ear and pleading every single second.

'Me too, baby. I'll fill that pretty cunt of yours with my cum'

With his phrase, you came with an euphoric feeling, and after a few thrusts harry filled you up with his seed. It was so familiar, hot and nice that you could cum again only from the trought.

He collapsed on the bed right next to you. After you came down from your high, you put your head on his collarbone and hugged his torso.

'That was a good one' he wishpered in a cracky voice, interlocking his hand with yours.

'I didn't shower yet', you ignored him and answered.

'Don't worry, I'll come and help you do a bath' he smiled at you reassuringly, kissing the top of your head.

'Would that mean a 2nd sex session?' you smirked and giggled in his arms.

'Maybe... Now get up, love. It's time to clean you up'

-

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 11: Zinc

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.7k a/n: ngl, i rewrote this like three times lmfao next

“You know, when I invited you to stay for dinner, that doesn’t meant you had to make it,” Myra said with a small laugh as she sat at the table with you and her daughter. You were currently serving up some food. “What are these called, y/n?”

“They’re cabbage rolls.” Tell someone you’re missing your brother without telling them that you’re missing your brother.

“They look so good!” Lily was grinning ear to ear. “Let them cool off a little first, then start eating them.” The girl nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Do you have children of your own?” You looked at Myra, shaking your head. “No, I have a little brother. I raised him and his friends were always around too. It was like I was a mother of three from my teens.” You never really considered Killer as one of the ones you raised. If anything, he helped you wrangle them in. 

“Sounds like quite the handful you grew up with.” There was a fond smile on Myra’s face. You laughed, shaking your head. “You have no idea.” You finished serving everyone, sitting down at the table.

You make idle chit chat with the both of them, feeling the best you’ve felt in a while. You didn’t realize how much you craved human interaction until now. You’d been holing up for so long, you were going somewhat insane. 

Myra asked a lot about you and you asked about them. Turns out this was an island of scientists. They had the most advanced medicines and groundbreaking search. They even had a training facility. With an island with as much knowledge as they had, they had to be able to defend themselves. 

“Can I visit the lab?” you asked.

Myra laughed and nodded. “Absolutely. We can go in the morning. Do you need a place to stay for the night?”

“Oo! Can y/n sleep with me! I wanna have a sleepover!” 

“Oh, I’m sure they want to have their own space to sleep, but I’m sure they’d love to read you a bedtime story.” Myra looked up at you, winking. You caught on.

“Absolutely. Whatever you want me to read, just let me know.” You smiled. Lily seemed bummed about not sharing a bed, but she was content with being able to have a story read to her by you. 

After dinner, you went to go tuck in Lily, reading her a book. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep and you headed back downstairs. “She asleep?” Myra came out of the kitchen drying her hands from the dishes. You had tried to do them, but she had shooed you away. “You cooked, so I’ll clean,” she had said.

“”Yeah. Out like a light.” You let out a small chuckle. “I remember when my brother was that little. We didn’t really have story books though, so I just came up with whatever.”

“Sounds like you raised him the best you could.” 

“I tried…” You shook your head, trying not to dwell on things.

“Anyway. Thanks for letting me stick around. I can get out of your hair-”

“You’re staying, remember?”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I’m well aware. But you’re coming to the lab in the morning anyway, so this’ll be the easiest way.” She shrugged, smiling at you. You squirm a little and nod. “O-Okay. Thanks.”

“Would you like some tea? I want to poke your brain a little more. You said some interesting things at dinner that I’d like to know about.”

You blinked, nodding. “Uh, sure. Yeah. Whatever you wanna know.”

Myra and you talked well into the night. You told her some of the things you made and she seemed absolutely interested in everything you had to say. She asked questions when she had them and even seemed impressed with some of the things you accomplished. You were flustered to say the least.

Who knows, maybe if tomorrow went well, you could stay.

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“Doctor Ziegler! Welcome back!” There was a chorus of greetings as you walked into the lab with Myra the next morning. Turns out Myra was pretty much the head of the whole island. She was the top dog. Talk about insane coincidence. That had to be a sign that you were meant to be here.

Myra showed you around and you were in awe. There were machines that you were seeing that you had never even thought could exist. There was so much you could learn here and from what Myra said, so much you could teach them as well. 

They all had been raised around science while you had to pretty much teach it to yourself. You had more practical methods for some things. You held a new perspective that they were looking for. 

At the end of the day, Myra had a proposition for you.

“What if you stayed here? You could stay at my place.”

You just stared at her in disbelief. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. You were seeing so many amazing things and now this amazing woman was asking you to stay. To help provide them with new insights. 

“I-” You took a deep breath, trying to process it.

A laugh came from Myra. “I know it’s a lot to take in. Don’t feel like you need to answer immediately. You can take some time if you need. I know you’re a pirate n’ all, but I feel like you’d be an excellent addition to our team.” She smiled warmly at you.

“Ah, yeah…let me think about it. I’ll get back to you in the morning.” 

With that, you left. You needed to talk to your brother first and foremost. While you walked back to the ship, you were mulling over your options. Honestly, they were all pointing to staying. You were looking for an excuse to leave the crew at this point. Plus, if you stayed and furthered your own knowledge, perhaps you could finally be of use to your brother. You could make better medicines. Hell, you might even be able to get your arm back. 

For the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful.

--

“Absolutely not.” Eustass wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you staying, but you weren’t going to let him squash your dreams.

“Bold of you to assume I’m asking.” You glared at him with your hands on your hips. He dropped the box he had with a groan, turning on you. “Bigs, I’m not letting you stay at some random island just cause you want to.”

He glared at you. “You fucking disappear for two days and now you just wanna fuckin’ stay? Leave us? Like hell I’m letting you do that.”

You just stared at him. The audacity of this kid sometimes. “Listen. I’m staying and that’s final. There’s a lot of shit I can learn here. And you guys have things you need to do.”

“Killer!”

“I’m not touching this one, captain. This is all you.”

Eustass cursed at Killer who didn’t even respond, letting him say what he wanted. You sighed. “I know you’re worried. But, I’ll come find you, okay? I’ll only stay maybe a year or two. There’s a lot I can learn from here. I’ll come back with more ways to help out the crew.” 

He looked at you for a long moment. “Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you want.” Then he turns on his heels and stomps on the ship. You run a hand through your hair. You weren’t expecting it to end up that badly. You thought that after your last fight he’d be willing to just let you leave.

“Y/N!” You turn around to see Dive, like her namesake, diving off the ship and towards you. You don’t have time to move as she collides into you, but you braced for impact just enough to catch her. “For fuck’s sake, Dive!” 

She just cackled as she hung off of you as if she was some small child. Well, she was shaped like one. She looked up at you, jumping off. “I heard you talking when I was passing.” She frowned deeply. “Are you really leaving?”

You nodded, sighing as you sat down on a box. “Yes. But it’s just for a little bit, I swear.” You smiled at her. She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t lie to me I literally heard you tell the captain a year or two. That isn’t a little bit at all.”

“Well, in the grand scheme of things - that’s not very long.”

“That’s years, y/n! That’s such a long time,” she groaned, flopping onto your lap. “What am I supposed to do without you?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure out something to do. Just…don’t chew on the ship.”

She looked at you, a devious glint in her eye. “If you leave, there’s no stopping me from chewing on the ship.” Your face turned into a deadpan. “I will leave you with nothing to strengthen your teeth if you act like that.”

Her eyes widened and she pursed her lips. “Mmm, fine. I’ll behave.” She folded her arms and pouted. “Fuckin’ dumb,��� she grumbled. “Why do you have to go?” she whined.

You sighed, leaning back on your hands. “Because…” A certain face popped into your mind, immediately souring your mood. “I could learn a lot here. Then when I come back I’ll have even cooler shit for you guys.”

Dive seemed to mull it over. “I still think you’re just fine.” Honestly, you were a little shocked right now. You weren’t expecting Dive to try to get you to stay. Or anyone really. Not from what Kese had said. Maybe he had been lying? Or maybe this was some elaborate plan to keep you on the ship so that Eustass didn’t have to worry.

But you didn’t want him to feel obligated to watch over you anymore. Besides, you had already dug your grave and made your decision. You were staying.

After a few more minutes of shooting the shit with Dive, you headed to your lab to start gathering your things.

While you were packing up your things, members of the crew came to say goodbye. You still weren’t sure how the hell to feel about everything. Was this your brother’s ploy to make you feel bad and stay? You appreciated the sentiment, but you weren’t going to stay. You knew you’d only hold him back. 

Later that night, you’re packing up your things in the lab. You hear a knock on your doorframe. You look to see Eustass, Killer, Heat, and Wire standing there. You fully turn towards them. “Hello?” You’re confused, but not exactly unhappy to see them.

Heat walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a firm hug as he lifts you off the floor. You sputtered in confusion for a moment, blinking rapidly as you were processing what was going on. “We’re gonna miss you.” Then he set you down and you looked up at him. You offered a small smile. “I’m gonna miss you too. 

“Be safe, y/n.” Wire was speaking this time in his usual cool tone. You look at him and nod. “Always.” There was a somber mood and this was the calmest you had seen some of them, but you supposed this was also the first time you weren’t going to see them for an extended amount of time in…almost a decade? And you’ve been at your brother’s side since he was born.

“We did make something for you,” Eustass said with a bit of a grimace on his face. It seemed like he was accepting he couldn’t stop you, but he was still clearly not happy about it. At least he was respecting your wishes.

Killer stepped forward, presenting a sheathed knife to you. You looked at the four of them before taking it gently in your hands. “We wanted you to have something to defend yourself on the new island,” Killer said. “Can’t have you dying on us,” Wire chimed in. You laughed gently, a fond expression forming on your face.

“We were gonna wait for your birthday, but…” Eustass dropped off his sentence, folding his arms and looking away. “Someone wants to fuckin’ leave.” He was straight up pouting and it was honestly very amusing.

You took the knife out, wrapping your hand around the grip. It was absolutely stunning. The metal was different colors depending on the lighting and it seemed to have a slight curve to it. Much akin to the scythes you had made for Killer all those years ago. You saw your brother’s jolly roger in the hilt and etched into the base of the blade itself. 

You felt your face soften and tears start forming in your eyes. “You guys are so fuckin’ sweet,” you grumbled, sniffling. You wiped your tears away, putting the blade up and quickly attaching it to your belt.

“We’re gonna miss you,” Killer said. You nodded, looking at all of them. “And I’m gonna miss you all too.” Your brother walked up to you, easily towering you,  and you looked up at him. There was a mixture of emotions on his face, but it seemed he finally gave in. He hugged you tightly - you holding him in turn. 

“I’m so proud of you, Tungsten. Remember that, alright?” You felt him tense for a moment before hugging you a little tighter. You just smiled fondly. Honestly, you were worried what would happen if you weren’t around, but you knew they’d hold their own. After all, how the hell would you protect them anyway? You needed this. All you had done your entire life was take care of them and it was time for you to figure out your own thing.

At least for a little while. 

“Don’t die on us, Bigs,” Eustass mumbled, clearing his throat. You let out a small laugh, pulling away from him and taking his face in your hands. You grinned widely. “You should know it takes a lot to kill a roach like me.” He stared for a moment before letting out his own large grin. “Fuck yeah. That’s right.”

“Just make sure none of you die on me, okay?” you said, stepping back and looking at the four of them. You placed your hands on your hips. “I swear to fuck that if any of you die - I will personally bring you back and end your lives myself, got it?” You narrowed your eyes at them. They all just laughed at you, your own smile spreading across your face.

You felt…at peace right now. You weren’t thinking of Kese or the things he said. You were starting to think he was wrong but…this was something that needed to happen. Your brother needed to be able to grow without you. They all did. And you needed to be able to do your own thing.

One by one, they filed out until Killer was the only one left. “It’s nice to see that spark of life in your eye again. I just wish you weren’t leaving for us to have seen it again.” You blinked, feeling your face warm up. You didn’t even realize how much you had changed yourself.

 “Listen…” You looked up at him as he spoke, tilting your head to the side. “Hm?” 

“I…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Be careful, yeah?”

You blinked. It seemed like he had wanted to say something else, but you were letting it go. You smiled at him. “Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll come back to you guys in one piece, alright?” He nodded, quickly leaving after that.

That was weird.

--

After saying their goodbyes to you, they all bid you farewell. As the ship sailed off, everyone was waving and yelling their sentiments to you. Eustass was standing with his usual three people. “So…did you tell ‘em?”

Killer tensed but deflated, earning sighs from the others. Heat and Wire walked off, throwing their hands in the air.

“Fucking hopeless,” Eustass said with a shake of his head.

[myrapottah]

can we pls appreciate this amazing beautiful hot talented kind horny wife of mine for writing this wonderful fic

ok but peter and reader are dating and reader doesn't know hes spiderman yet so one night after a late patrol he just needs a release and goes to her apartment where shes sleeping and kinda just has his way with her but she wakes up and like starts crying because shes afraid shes cheating on peter but he likes it and she obviously does too and cant stop herself from cumming.

and then he tells her at the end it's actually him.

god i can breathe now that was so long without any pauses

IS IT WRONG?- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Boyfriend! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia, praise kink but also HUGE degradation kink, pet names, blow job mentioned, violence mentioned, kinda darkish? peter

Notes: "is it wrong? is it wrong? if its wrong, i don't wanna be right.." - is it wrong? (unreleased) lana del rey

The right side of the bed was cold, yet again.

It always seemed to be cold lately. Empty, the sheets lay unruffled, still tucked in the corners of the mattress. You ran your fingertips across the white cotton as you made your way to the closet.

Peter was gone again.

He often was, yet his presence remained throughout your room. He was everywhere, whether it was little photos of the two of you hung up on the walls, his notebooks sprawled across your desk or the smell of him on the sweaters he left on the hangers. You slipped one of those on, the fabric draping down past your knees as you brought it to your nose, breathing in the scent of him.

You blinked back fresh tears that threatened to spill over, padding over to the window. Looking down at the city lights below, you couldn't help but think the worse. His nights were long, as he didn't show up to your place until an odd hour of the night, some nights not even at all.

It made you sick to your stomach with worry.

Every time you brought it up to him, he brushed it aside like a paintbrush on a canvas. Telling you it was nothing to worry about, nothing worth fussing over.

But it was, and you knew this.

You chewed on your bottom lip from anxiety, staring up at the stars above. Even the cosmos couldn't give you a sign to were he was. Sighing, you lifted the window sill a smidge, allowing the chilly cool night breeze to slither in.

Just in case Peter came back tonight.

You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing your phone as you slid into your worn side of the bed, calling his number and letting it ring. Over, and over, and over again.

Finally, his soft voice trickled through the other end, telling you to leave a message at the beep. Your lip began to wobble as you hung up the phone, sending him a quick goodnight text, as you did every night he wasn't with you.

You missed him. You missed his voice, his warmth and his presence. You missed his laughter as he’d tickle you awake, and the smile on his face when you made his morning coffee with the perfect amount of milk added.

It was driving you insane, not knowing if he was safe or not. The nights he did come back to you, were often spent patching up his opened wounds, kissing them all better at an odd hour in the am.

You didn’t want him to be in pain, of course you didn’t. What kind of girlfriend would you be? But at the same time, you hoped he swung by, with a little bruise you could kiss. It seemed to be the only time he woke you, the others he either slipped into bed silently, or didn’t show at all.

At least then you could hold him, and he could rock you gently to sleep, as he knew you loved. Those soft, gentle praises he whispered to you in his arms lingered in your thoughts.

As your eyes finally began to close, the photo of him stared back at you as consciousness slipped from your grasp, your shaky breaths becoming even once more.

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It was the soft thump that stirred you from your safe haven of sleep, eyes blinking open as you stirred.

The city lights had once shown brightly, now dimmed as a shadow was hunched over by the window, the glow shimmering around them like an aura. Your vision was blurry as you clutched the sheets tighter, the sound of the window sliding shut causing you to let out an incoherent murmur.

“Peter?” you whispered, leaning up on your elbow slowly, your hair cascading down your shoulders as you adjusted. A little grunt was the only reply you got from the window, the quiet response making you sigh.

“Well if that is you Peter, come to bed soon.” you teased, turning back over in bed, drawing the blankets up as you snugged deeper into the mattress.

The melatonin infused tea you had sipped on before bed coursed through your body, seeping into your muscles. Your body felt heavy as you lay still, sleep tugging you under.

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Peter didn’t know how he ended up here.

He couldn't retrace his steps, couldn't remember the winding alleyways and narrow streets he had passed throughout the city. It was all a blur, in his mind.

His thoughts remained cloudy after taking on a gang from 85th, their bullets missing, but their fists not. He had taken quite the beating before he could web them up, the massive herd of them showing no mercy.

The scratches that lay across his skin, parts of his suit ripped clear evidence of that.

He was pissed off, and unapologetic as he finally beat them to a pulp, knowing non-violence was no longer an option. But what he could remember, was the overwhelming thoughts of you.

It was always you.

It was you when he lay his head down to sleep, and as he rose in the morning. When he was in class, lazily scribbling down formulas, or when he was webbing the criminals up, leaving them to hang for the police to take care of.

You, you, you.

It was you, as he swung around from buildings earlier that night, and he later found himself at your fire escape. It was second nature at this point, just showing up. He needed to be near you, always.

It killed him that most nights he had to go, and it killed him, even more, that you didn't know why. But you couldn't know what he did. Peter couldn't put you in harm's way.

That feeling of overprotectiveness, the urge for you to never find out what was behind the mask was losing its grip tonight. It slithered away from his fingers, control no longer in his grasp.

His senses were going haywire, his reasonable thoughts gone. It had been a bad night. A very bad night. Which is why he only responded to your soft, sleepy voice with a grunt as he slipped through the window, knowing if he said anything, you'd be able to sense the anger in his voice.

He didn’t want you to see him like this, this wild, near primal side of him when his tingles became too strong, too overwhelming. When the stress he had just endured had taken hold of his body, not letting him go.

Peter had watched your body slump back under the covers, had watched your beautiful little body rise and fall with each breath you took in the moonlight. He needed you, needed to use you, to gain control again. He wanted it rough, and hard, and he wanted you crying, his name to be the only thing that left your parted lips.

The spiralling need had him palming himself from over his suit, the room suddenly becoming much too hot, too stuffy. Peter couldn't take it any longer.

He scrambled to get the scatter of his ripped suit off his body, not bothering to take off his mask as he clambered over to the bed, near ripping the sheets off your body.

Goosebumps instinctively appeared on your body as he spread your legs, growling with delight as he saw you had ditched the panties for the night, your juices trickling onto the sheet below as he stroked your inner thighs teasingly.

Such a good little girl.

This was wrong. This was very, very wrong.

He should wait until you were awake, and until he was calmer. So yes, he didn’t know how he had gotten here. Like this, so desperate, so needy he was willing to fuck you in your sleep. But there you were, laying all spread out him, so sweet and innocent.

Your head slumped over, a moan leaving your lips in your sleep as he cupped your cunt, the juices smeared on his palm. He couldn't wait anymore.

You stirred as he adjusted himself, hands stroking your thighs with the backs of his knuckles before gripping them tightly as he entered you slowly. Your eyes flew open, a little gasp leaving your lips as he stretched you, you hugging him tightly as he filled you.

The panic was unmistakable in your eyes as they wildly searched for some form of recognition. Intruder! They flashed, your whimpers becoming moans as he shushed you gently, his cock brushing your g-spot as he fully entered you.

That's when he remembered. The mask. He had left it on… and you didn't know it was him.

“N’no- can't-” you struggled to find the words, your hands now pinned by his above your head to stop your thrashing. “You can’t what hmm?” you cooed, edging you on as you struggled.

“Cant- m’boyfriend Peter…” you cried, cries turning to screams as he pulled out, thrusting into with force hard enough you turned dizzy. Tears began to trickle down your face as he rocked into you, picking up a steady pace as he fucked his anger into you, using you as he deemed fit.

All you could do was wail, calling out his name.

“Shush those pretty lips before I shove my cock down your throat sweetheart.” he threatened, not wanting the neighbours to come rattling down the door and ruin his fun. “N’gnh” you moaned, toes curling at the filthy words that spilled from his lips, squeezing him tighter and making him hiss.

“Oh, she like that doesn't she? Little slut, you like taking cock in your mouth? You like being a toy? Only thing you're good for anyways.” he cooed sweetly, laughing as he noticed your legs begin to shake.

“Peter, but what bout Peter…” you trailed off, trying so hard to fight off the orgasm that was threatening to burst. “I know you're gonna cum sweetheart. Can feel you grippin me, s’tight. No point fighting it baby.” he smiled, your eyes rolling back as you came with a scream.

You hated yourself for cumming. But you couldn't help it, the build-up in your core becoming too much as he rocked into you, sending shivers throughout your body with the vulgar words that he said. It was pitiful, honestly.

The sight of you coming undone around him, your cum coating his cock to the base making him groan as he came in you, coating your walls as you spasmed around him.

“That's a good girl..” he trailed off, reaching up to tug off his mask. It hit the floor with the rest of his suit, your eyes blinking open slowly at the man above you. Seeing Peter's face nearly gave you a heart attack, your eyes widening in surprise at your boyfriend on top of you.

“P-peter?” you whispered, hand coming up to run your fingers through his hair, making him purr in contentment. “You're- you're him?” you asked, the realisation hitting you all at once.

That was why he was gone most nights, coming back with bruises. That was why he had been so quiet about his whereabouts.

He was Spiderman.

You're quiet, timid, overly kind boyfriend, who brushed your hair gently each night before bed, who brought you flowers he had handpicked every week, was fighting crooks on the street.

“The one and only.” he teased, thumb coming down to brush a stray tear from your cheek. “I-is that why-”

“Yes sweetheart. And I’m so sorry for keeping it from you but I just… I had to keep you safe. I couldn't risk it.” he murmured, stroking your hair softly. “Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Such a good, good girl.”

[clara02]

The Christmas Sugar Cookie War.

(Aegon Targaryen x reader)

Prologue: It’s the most wonderful time of the year… When you are not at war.

author’s note: hiiiii. The epilogue of the Christmas fic it’s finally here! A few disclaimers before we start:

1. This is a modern au, so things are a little different if compared to the show. Also this Aegon it’s completely headcanon, and not the same as the show. So take that into consideration before starting your read.

2. English is not my first language, and this is the first time I’ve actually written something in English (aside from homework assignments)

3. This is also my first time posting on tumblr, so I’m still getting the hang of it.

(Y/N) hated the Targaryens.

Actually… It is a well-known fact that everyone hates the Targaryen family. The thing is, most people hated them because of their money, their social status, how their empire allowed them to control the city of King’s Landing and their influence reached the entirety of Westeros, granting them impunity. It is an unspoken rule. They are in charge, and no one will ever change that.

(Y/N) however, hated them for totally different reasons. Every year, on Christmas Eve, the city of King’s Landing hosted a Christmas sugar cookie competition, allowing the families in Westeros to bake their original recipes and compete for the mighty trophy. Her own family had dozens of them displayed all throughout the house, and they were very proud of their winning recipe. But their luck changed twenty-one years ago, when the all-powerful Viserys Targaryen married Alicent Hightower. With the merging of the two families’ recipes, they haven’t lost one single competition, leading (Y/N)’s family to second place every year. (Y/N) herself, being a young girl of only twenty years of age, has been deprived of seeing her family in their rightful place.

Sometimes she wondered if the reason behind the marriage between families wasn’t simply to make sure they would win the competition. It was a silly thought, she knew, but Alicent and Viserys weren’t necessarily affectioned with each other and considering how the Targaryens took the competition seriously and how Otto was a man considered ambitious beyond limits, she wouldn’t put past them.

Anyways, the lack of glory, succeeded by the felling of shame and humiliation had started to get to her. Anger sipping through her bones. She was tired of seeing their shit-eating grins after they were announced winners once more. She couldn’t let them win this year. That’s why she needed to prepare for war. She was ready to draw blood.

And that’s exactly what she was telling her best friend, Myra Arryn, while sitting at their favorite café, clutching the cup of coffee so tight, her knuckles turned white.

She heard a breathy laugh:

-That’s what you say every year. – Her friend said. -You always tell yourself you are going to do something about those Targaryen bastards, and every year you do nothing. You just show up and hope for the best.

-I don’t do nothing! – (Y/N) placed one hand at her chest, offended by her friend’s suggestions. – Me and my family work hard for months improving our recipe. We sharp our skills and deliver amazing cookies!

-If you really want to win this, you need to start sharpening knives. – her friend whispered under her breath, acting like this was just some casual advice.

-What do you mean? – (Y/N) said, confused.

-You can’t seriously expect to win this fair and square?! – Myra looked outraged. – Honestly… That’s such a naive thought! You need to start playing dirty. Even if, by some Christmas miracle, you end up baking cookies that are better than the Targaryen ones, who guarantees those cunts won’t bribe the judge?

- They wouldn’t. – (Y/N) eyes big as saucers, shocked at the thought.

- C’mon. You give those fuckers more credit than they deserve. – The Arryn girl said, playing with the straw of her milkshake. – If you really mean war, then you need to start considering all your options. Really mess with them. You know what they say… All is fair in war.

- I thought you Arryn’s were all about honor…

(Y/N) heard her friend scoff at that.

-Don’t bring my father’s weird philosophy into this. That man doesn’t know how to live. – Suddenly her friend’s posture changed. Her spine so straight, it looked like it was about to snap. Her eyes livid, shining with opportunity. – So… Are you really going to do this?!

- Do what? – The girl’s voice sounding squeakier that she would have liked.

- Mess with them? Destroy your competition from the inside out! Give them a taste of their own poison.

It sounded like a bad idea. Listening to Myra always ended up in chaos. (Y/N) should know better by now. She should do what was right and honorable and…

She then remembered Daemon’s comments from last year, mocking her family and suggesting that trying again would be useless. How she heard the conveniently loud whispers coming out of Aemond Targaryen’s mouth, saying that showing up just to fail was simply humiliation.

How her grandmother looked so disappointed. And how her ten-year-old sister, participating for the first time, cried her heart out after the disdain displayed by her “rivals”.

Fuck being nice.

-What do you suggest?

Myra granted her a Cheshire cat smile.

-Choose a weak link and destabilize them. The competition is a group activity. If they’re not in sync, then BOOM, they’re gone.

-Easier said than done. Those guys are good.

Arryn seamed to stop for a moment.

-Go for the obvious one! You know… - She insinuated making a few gestures.

-Viserys doesn’t participate anymore, due to his age and condition. – (Y/N) said and watched as her friend opened her mouth once more. – Don’t even waste your time suggesting the big three. Alicent, Rhaenyra and Daemon might not see eye to eye, but if one thing brings them together it’s the satisfaction of winning. They are a well-put-together front.

Her friend quickly closed her mouth.

A few more seconds passed by, and Myra grabbed her phone opening Instagram.

-What about the Velaryon boys? I heard they are chaos walking. – She quickly showed a picture of Jace, Luke and Joffrey playing baseball in what looked like a backyard.

- Next to Christmas they always travel to visit one of their grandparents. Either that be in Harrenhal or Driftmark. – both girls exchanged glances at the complicated marriages of Rhaenyra. – They don’t actually partake.

- Well… That lives us with fewer options. Aemond is a rock. The guy’s a mystery. No social media profiles and a total of zero close friends. Even if we tried to destabilize the stone-cold bitch, it would be like taking a shot in the dark. – Myra took a dramatic long breath. – We could try Helena.

- It would be hard to get close to her… We don’t share common interests. Besides, she normally just helps with decorations and setting the plates. We would depend on a shit ton of luck. You said yourself. Shooting in the dark will only get us so far.

Starting to lose hope, (Y/N) sunk herself on the cushioned chair. She would probably lose again.

-Wait. – Myra once more sported shinning eyes. – What about him?!

Suddenly (Y/N) found herself staring at Aegon Targaryen’s profile. It was filled with blurry pictures of what looked like frat parties. In the ones she could actually see clearly, the boy sported messy hair, lots of marks on the neck and looked extremely fucked up. His habits weren’t a secret, of course. She went to high school with him. Never once she talked with the boy. Him, also being a year older helped, since they didn’t share any classes. But the number of times he showed up drunk or high to school was no joke. If he had any other last name, he would have been expelled without second chances. But Viserys always cleaned his messes with a good donation.

-This plan is a lost cause. – (Y/N) returned the phone to her friend. -I’ve seen him show up with what looked like the worst hungover and still, they delivered the perfect sugar cookies.

-No! – her friend practically screamed. – He is perfect! Look at this. The fuckboy born in the golden crib. The rich guy that never once took responsibility and now lives the frat style life. This type is so easy to break. Believe me when I tell you. They are touch-starved messes. You can make them fold fast; I have experience with the specimen.

Silence.

-I don’t fully understand what you are suggesting, Myra.

- Well, I’m obviously suggesting you make this guy fall in love with you and then break his heart right before the competition!

(Y/N) started laughing. An incredulous laugh. So high it sounded almost maniac.

It died down when she realized her friend wasn’t laughing with her.

-You can’t be serious?! – Again, her friends face was stoic. – For the Seven’s sake Myra. This is the most absurd thing you have ever said! Aegon?! The frat guy that doesn’t settle down is going to magically fall in love with me?! Guys like him don’t do love. They do one-night stands. Let’s call off the plan.

-Hear me out. This is the perfect opportunity! He will fall in love with you. And guys like him? Once their heart breaks? They don’t bounce back.

-This is the craziest theory I’ve ever heard. – (Y/N) motions to live her seat.

-Have you ever watched a Christmas movie, (Y/N)? Christmas time makes people prone to falling in love. They simply take in the setting and decide they want their lives changed. Every cliché Christmas movie that stars with a bad boy ends up with him changed into a nice guy.

-You are basically building this plan on your Hallmark movie knowledge? Maybe you should tone your pop culture faith down a bit. – (Y/N) says, still not convinced.

-Look. Guys like him?! They are lucky enough if they were hold twice when they were babies. They are touch-starved! They go for easy and fast satisfaction in the form of one-night stands, but they always crave more. All we must do it’s strip him away of the frat house mentality. With your sweet charms and nice words, it won’t be hard. Guys like him fall for girls like you. Besides, as I said, the Christmas environment will be of your advantage. You will have the perfect excuses to lead him into romantic settings without making your intentions obvious.

Myra saw that for the first time since suggesting the plan (Y/N) seemed conflicted.

-With help, this will be like a walk in the park. And I’m not saying your goal is to make him your lifelong sweetheart. You won’t have to fake it for that long. By Christmas Eve you will be done, and his heart will be broken. He will be so helpless, there’s no way he won’t fuck up the recipe.

-How are we going to get help? – (Y/N) asked, her friends enthusiasm getting to her.

-Please… We are not the only two people in King’s Landing that would love to see the Targaryens suffering. Bolton will be up, and with his stalking skills we won’t have problems. And for someone on the inside… I heard Val, the youngest Lannister, is looking for payback.

(Y/N) breathed deeply.

-It seems like we are all set then. – She tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Myra suddenly energetic, standing up and making a toast motion, with her now watery milkshake.

-To Christmas War! Let’s destroy those fuckers!

[moonxnite]

Stay With Me, Doll.

Daryl Dixon x Reader, Rick Grimes x Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/n’s a lone wolf, she has a horse and a house so she didn’t feel the need to stay in a community or sanctuary. That is, until Daryl manages to convince the reader to stay with him in Alexandria.

Y/n liked to travel a lot, she didn’t particularly stick to one community, instead she had multiple connections to them. To Y/n, she only had one true best friend, which was her horse, Myra. To be frank, Y/n liked spending time alone and she preferred it that way.

Y/n always made sure to check in with every community and was welcomed to stay in each, all for which she politely declined. Everyone from Rick, Maggie, Ezekiel, and surprisingly Negan all thought Y/n was crazy but respected her wishes. Daryl understood her lifestyle and respected her for it.

Y/n liked Daryl, a lot.

She also hated him because he always made her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.

She just didn’t know that he liked her back.

Making her grand entrance at Alexandria, Y/n couldn’t wait to see her friends, but also her love. Arriving at the gate, Y/n was allowed to enter and walked amongst the field to allow Myra to be taken care of and fed. She smiled as she spotted Rick but her smile grew wilder as she saw Daryl. Running out of excitement, Y/n rushed into Daryl’s arms to which he caught her and spinned her around.

‘What a bunch of teenagers,’ Rick thought as he witnessed the bittersweet moment, wishing he could capture it on camera.

“Oh my gosh how I missed you so much!” Y/n exclaimed loudly as she hugged Daryl tightly.

“I missed yer too” Daryl exchanged back

“So no one missed me?” Rick questioned

“You know I do, come here!” You smiled as you pulled Rick in a hug

The trio made their way into Rick’s house, everyone was caught of guard when Y/n screamed and jumped as she reunited with Carl and Judith. The rest of the gang all rushed inside the house to welcome Y/n and celebrated a dinner for their favorite member. Upon hours of her stay, Carol and Michonne gave Y/n a grand tour of the community while also introducing her to new recruits. As the sun came down and the moon said hello, Y/n made her way to Daryl’s house

Y/n’s heart kept fluttering as she made her way, smiling and blushing during her walk, she hoped one of these days she would confess.

But not tonight.

“Hi” She smiled

“Hey” He replied back

“Is it okay if I spend the night here? I promise I won’t disturb you too much, I’ll be on my way tomorrow morning” She said softly

That was the problem with Daryl. He wanted her to stay with him but he knew she preferred to stay alone. Daryl wanted to join her so many times but he couldn’t leave his friends and family, but oh how badly he wanted to leave with Y/n.

“Uh sure, why don’t you stay here?” He asked

“I am silly! I’m staying here for today” She knew what he was referring to but she couldn’t find the heart to have this conversation now

“No, I mean why don’t you stay in Alexandria. Why are you always alone?”

She knew that she had to answer the question to them, to him. She just hoped he would understand.

“I’m not always alone, I have Myra and a house. I guess I like being alone on my own journey.”

“But why? You can stay here with us, with me.” Daryl’s voice began to tremble and it nearly broke her heart. She didn’t mean to hurt him but it was one of the reasons why she was always afraid to commit. She hated hurting others, whether she meant it or not.

“Oh no Daryl, I’m sorry didn’t mean to upset you.” She walked towards him, placing her palms beside his face. She could see the pain written across his face.

“It’s fine” He mumbled, he attempted to push her hands away but he couldn’t. He loved all the affection she gave him.

“It’s just that-” Y/n stuttered, “I get scared of opening up to people. I do have you guys, and I’m grateful for the hospitality, it’s just that I get scared that if I stay, I’ll get close to everyone and have to deal with a loss that I always tend to avoid. I’m afraid of losing people because I lost so much ever since this happened. I’m scared that if something happened to you, it would hurt way more than I could take.” Y/n felt every bone of her body weakened as she admitted, she could feel the relief exiting out her body but could feel herself getting fragile as she spoke.

“I get ya” Daryl spoke “It’s not easy losing folks and it never will, I can’t give ya a happy pep talk about loss but I can say that losing people without ever knowing em’ is something you will regret. I would hate to lose more folks but I am to glad to know em.”

Y/n never thought of it like that. Daryl made sense and it finally clicked in her head that its worth trying to settle into Alexandria, with him. She always hated commitment in a community because she was always expected higher from others but if it meant having an actual family and living with Daryl, Y/n would be an idiot if she left that morning.

“Stay” Daryl pulled her back into reality

“Hm?”

“Stay with me, doll.” Her heart fluttered

It was Daryl’s turn to place his palms around her face. His eyes set deep inside hers. The silence was so loud they could hear each others heart’s practically beating so loud. Daryl continued to stare into Y/n’s eyes and slowly began capturing their lips together into a sweet gentle kiss.

“Stay with me”

“Okay, I’ll stay you.”

Daryl pulled Y/n back into a kiss, both smiling as their new lives began.