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rengoku-tiredtimes · 2 years

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hello! if requests are open, then i have one for you!

hcs of genya shinazugawa with a child!reader (platonic) where genya saved the child from a demon and the child locked on to him and literally claimed him as his father. now the child is following him like a duckling all around n calling him dad, refusing to leave him alone, grabbing his leg and sitting on his foot to try and stop him from leaving for a mission, etc. do whatever you want!

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Father Figure

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I did what he did after saving you, reaction to you calling him Papa, some reactions from other slayers, and things you two do together! Thank you for being my first request Dear <3 [Gn! Reader]

Genya Shinazugawa

Once he saved you he decided to take you to a nearby Healing Place for demon slayers [Forgot what they're called lmao]

But he'd have you stay with him in the same room, the doctors bringing Genya some child close and toys

Specifically a little Duckling Plushie for you

Once he and you are all healed, he tried to take you back to the village he thought you were from

But once he got there, and asked around, he figured out that you didn't live there

Or you didn't have any family that lived there

So deciding to take you to the orphanage, Genya began to make his way toward it

But the thing was

Once he got there

He wasn't able to get you off of his leg

Resulting in him just taking you back to the compound, specifically the Butterfly Estate so he could get some help

And on the way back, he had noticed you clinging to him and trying to copy his movements

It warmed his heart so much-

Genya let out a sigh, staring down at your pouting form. "Y/n, I have to go on this mission."

"NO!"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered something under his breath. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of your shirt and tried to pry you off of his leg.

Keyword tried.

"Y/n I'm going to be late!"

"I. Don't. Care!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clung to his leg tighter.

"I want Papa to stay with me!"

It got quiet as you said that, Genya tensing up. Looking up at him cautiously, you saw a bright blush on his face as steam came out of his ears—his eyes swirled as he slumped sideways.

"KYAAAAAA—PAPAS TURNED PINK!!"

Now when Sanemi found out

Oh boy

He was so confused for a second like

"Did I miss something?" "When did you get a girlfriend-" "Was it a one-time thing?" "What the fuck iS HAPPENING-"

After he got his shit together [and Genya explained] he tck-ed and walked away

You just stared confused for a second before asking

"Whos he? He doesn't seem very nice"

Genya just stayed quiet and picked you up, walking away

Rengoku and Mitsuri love you to bits

When they first met you Mitsuri yelled about how cute you are and smuggled you with so much love [poor Genya was shocked]

While Rengoku questioned Genya on some things, making him answer him shyly [sweet baby :( <3]

Spoiling you with food and toys non-stop

Genya has to stop them, but it fails cause his voice is so small and scared :(

He's terrified and confused cause why are the hashira talking to him-

But then Mitsuri told him to come over for dinner and he just

Genya.ex has stopped working

Poor baby is overwhelmed with anxiety and shit

But he goes anyways cause you looked so happy :(

"Thank you again for inviting us over Kanroji-Sama" Genya said quietly, not looking the pillar in the eyes.

"Of course! You and Y/n are welcome anytime!" Mitsuri responded, setting another plate of food on the table.

She had made a whole buffet for dinner, obviously really excited to have you and Genay over. It looked really good.

"Thank you Ms. 'Anroji!" Pronouncing her last name was a bit hard for you. But it always brought a huge smile to her face.

"KYAAA YOU'RE SO CUTEEEE~!!"

Now when Genya has free time, he always hangs out with you

Taking you shopping, to get food, teaching you how to swim, etc.

It doesn't matter where you go or what you two do, he just loves hanging out with you

However, you won't go anywhere with Mr. Fluff, the duck you got when he first saved you

It goes everywhere with you and it is absolutely adorable

It has tea parties with you, where Genya is also attending [where you do his makeup and hair]

Painting sessions with you, where Genya has to wash Mr. Fluff the Duck after [He also hangs up the paintings in the house]

"PAPA!"

Jumping up from the couch, Genya rushed towards your room—gun in hand. Had something happen to you? Why did you yell? Fear was in your voice when you yelled-What happened?

Bursting into your room, finger on tricker he yelled. "What happened?! Are you ok?!"

The room was quiet, the only thing heard was your sniffles.

"Mr. Fluff the Duck got paint on him" You whimpered.

Genya choked on his air, falling to his side comedically.

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fairytoge · 1 year

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seatmate! megumi who lends you a pencil, or pen, or rubber, or sharpener whenever you forget yours. he'll rarely acknowledge your reaction: silently handing it over to you as though it was yours to begin with. megumi never asks for it back either, brushing off your attempts to return his items with a small "you can keep it."

seatmate! megumi who helps you with anything you're stuck on with little-to-no asking from you. instead, he just simply sides a bit closer to you (his worksheet in hand, and his eyes set on how you're anxiously biting your lip) and lays his notes between the two of you: openly providing you with the answers. sure, megumi will make a half-joking comment about you being dumb but he'll secretly be thankful for the opportunity to talk to you.

seatmate! megumi who, whenever your teacher is picking on people randomly and you don't know the answer, will subtly murmur it under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. after the whole ordeal (where you answered correctly thanks to megumi!!) you'll turn to thank him, only to notice that he's already looking at you with the ghost of a smile lining his lips.

seatmate! megumi who, after liking you from afar for so long, is taken aback when you suddenly confess your wishes to go to a cafe with him. his mouth opens and closes for a minute like a fish before he regains his facade of coolness and warily nods his head. his acceptance is obviously rich with hesitance, his fear of you pranking him ripe, but he chastises himself when he sees you waiting patiently at your planned cafe.

seatmate! megumi who has a dark pink blush coating his cheeks whenever he thinks of you, to the point where his friends nudge and tease him whenever you're within ten metres of them.

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bas-writes · 5 months

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Trust Me

Character: Geto Suguru Reader: afab (aka reader with a vagina; no gendered pronouns, ambiguous body, word "cunt" used to describe genitalia) Word Count: 1.3k CWs: explicit nsfw content, pwp, vaginal sex, breath play/choking, size difference, power imbalance, implied mind break, open ending A/N: repost from failed kinktober attempt; unlike the other two this text I actually like so decided to not purge it from existence

“What are you doing?”

Geto’s hips stutter, then completely stop, and the haze around you thins out. The air is still sticky like tar; your chest heaves hard as you fight for each draft of it, trying to soothe the first pangs of exhaustion in your lungs. You’re not sure for how long you’ve struggled but your ecstasy-ridden brain is already balancing on the line of a complete black-out. No wonder you need a longer moment to even realize sex has stopped, then another one to focus your blurry vision on the face of your lover hovering right over yours. Limited air supply doesn’t help your case either—neither does the pressure cease in the slightest as seconds pass.

Geto smiles softly and grabs your wrist, “You’re suffocating yourself.”

He peels your hand off your face, you realize when you're finally able to breathe free again. Forced, hungry breath suddenly expands your lungs, and you start coughing, tears pricking in your eyes—from exertion and from the intense wave of embarrassment crashing over you. How could you miss the fact it was you who was cutting oxygen on you all this time?

Geto waits until you're finished, silent but clearly amused with the whole situation. He sits on heels, back straight, to give you more space—and better views. By this time his robe has completely slid down his back, revealing his toned, and adorned with dark hair, chest in its full glory. Still holding your wrist, he guides you to trace his collarbones and up, along his neck and jaw. Short and rough five o'clock shadow tickles your palm as he nuzzles his cheek into it, smirking down at your puzzled and messy state. He keeps smiling even when pressing a hot, wet kiss to the inner side of your wrist.

"Don't give me that look, love." With a free hand he reaches to wipe sweat off your forehead. "I wouldn't stop, if I knew what was going on."

You cough for the last time, your throat finally finding ease, "H-how bad did I—"

"You started getting pale."

You frown as your oxygen-starved brain struggles to put all the puzzles together. Well, you're not that unaware to never notice you like holding breath or pushing your face into pillows during sex. You just couldn't pinpoint when and how exactly it was happening—and couldn't grasp the difference between all those little moments and the situation from a minute ago. Why did he stop? Geto is not one to treat you in bed like a crystal. He dominates over you with ease, his charm drags out of you shadows and secrets you've been not aware of until he presents them to you on an open palm. He welcomes every new kink you discover thanks to him with irresistible enthusiasm; no, it wouldn't be in his style to withdraw once you put yourself on a set road.

So, were you in danger? Were you harming yourself?

Collecting your thoughts now, calmer and safer, you're sure you weren't. No, it felt good and not threatening by no means. Just: intense, intoxicating and, obviously, suffocating. You were fighting for breath for real, you struggled—but also enjoyed, you have to admit that.

"You've been doing this before but never that far." Geto explains, as if reading questions forming in your mind. "If I knew you would, I would play it differently."

He's close again, broad chest filling the space between the two of you with ease. It's not hard to feel small against a huge man like him, especially when pressed harder into the pillows, your knees pulled close to his chest. Dim candlelight dances with shadows on his face, once gentle and smiling, once dark and dangerous, full of intense, feral even, need. A mix you know well—a promise of the most exciting sensations.

When Geto places hand on your throat, you simply gasp with enthusiasm, your cunt spasming tight around him.

"If you want to continue with it, I don't mind." He answers you with a smirk, his voice soft like velvet, sharp like a katana. "But we're doing it on my terms."

The hold is adjusted—slightly, but you immediately feel the difference when he squeezes you just a little. Adrenaline and lust in your veins perk their hungry heads up at the pressure, blood rushes towards your head and starts filling your brain with a new dose of addictive haziness.

The sensation disappears as soon as it has appeared.

"Do you—" You start a question, cut short with a mewl when he ruts hips against you, his cock sliding deliciously deep into you.

"Of course it's not my first time." Geto leans close and kisses a stray droplet of sweat off your temple. "Wanna try again when the fire is still burning? You don't need much for a finish."

The hunger for the sensation is strong, you realize, when your mewls for more sound embarrassingly like pleading. Your lover looks down at you with adoration, warmth and love—and unsettling gleam beaming from his dark, almost black eyes.

"Here's the rule." Explaining patiently, he adjusts your position the way you don't sink anymore, instead firmly facing him. "If you feel like you're flying away, grab my arm. I will stop."

His big hand finds its way to your throat again. Your breath hitches at the lightest touch, anticipation giving you almost as much of adrenaline as suffocation.

"I'll be gentle…for now." Geto continues, rubbing thumb at the side of your neck soothingly. "Just a testing touch. I need to know you better from this side before I go a little crazy…"

He cuts the distance again, his hot breath grazing your cheek, then ear he nibbles on with sadistic precision, "All those sweet faces you make drive me insane. I might slip too hard, if I lose control…"

You're caught mid needy gasp, his hand grabbing you harder, again focusing pressure on points that immediately rush your blood towards the right places. Surprised, you jerk and twitch under him—a move he quickly crushes in the bud with his weight. In this position, he wouldn't have to squeeze your throat to choke you. Knees pressed to your chest, dull pain in tense thighs, and his chest bearing down on your ribs—he tears the air out of you just being between your legs, towering over you with sheer difference of size between you two. Even his presence is suffocating, forcing you to hold your breath back in awe and anticipation, in blind submission, one stronger than trust.

If he told you to keep your throat closed, you would listen, past your capability and safety.

"Breathe." Geto orders instead. And you listen, of course you do, such an obedient thing gazing into the darkness of his hungry eyes. You open your mouth, drool pooling at its corners, and gasp for air: truly a greedy, overzealous draft.

And then you realize. He still keeps the hold; two merciless fingers control the flow of blood as you struggle to fill your lungs with oxygen. Air squeezes past the little pressure at his palm but it can't relieve your mind, the most starved of it of all.

"Breathe. Keep breathing." Geto's voice turns sharper at the sight of hesitation in your eyes, but his smile doesn't fade. "Show me how pretty you are when you struggle."

You empty your lungs and try anew, harder, your throat constricting on your own doing, until the flow of air turns into desperate wheezing.

"Does it hurt?" The more you struggle, the softer his expression becomes, the softest you've seen in a while. "Does it hurt when you fill your lungs all you want but still can't breathe?"

Geto wipes drool from your chin, pushes fingers between your parted lips and deeper until you start gagging. Tortured throat squeezes tighter and keeps spasming even after he withdraws, as if you started drowning. It's bad, it's really bad, your consciousness starts slipping, flying… But hell, it's too good to stop. Too addictive to be enough. Too much and too little at the same time.

"I wonder," he muses, his gentle, kind face fading with your vision going blurry, "if this is why they call it a small death?"

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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The White Flame (Part 10)

[modern! rockstar • Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader]

[warnings: sex content, smut, domination kink, angst, fluff]

[description: Aemond is the bassist of the band whose leader and vocalist is his brother. The whole band decides to use the marketing and design help of their guitarist's friend. The story is an interweaving of domination, desire and slowly burning feeling.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Bunny shivered thinking about today's concert. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing softly. Meeting your boyfriend's ex wasn't supposed to be fun at all, especially when you knew that the other person still hadn't given up.

Bunny was grateful to Aemond, that he had mentally prepared her in some way for this encounter, warning her about what kind of person Alys was. Thanks to this, at least she knew what to expect, and the woman did not have a psychological advantage over her from the start.

Bunny dressed a bit differently for the occasion. From the closet she pulled out her tight, striped, black suede dress, that had a hem at the neck like a short turtleneck. It had short sleeves and reached halfway down her thighs. Bunny chose not to wear a bra underneath, the shape of her breasts slightly showing through the fabric, obscuring what she wanted.

She decided to wear her black lace-up boots with it. No high heels were an option, she didn't want to look like a regular chick at a party. She put on pantyhose, which were only a thin mesh, from which her skin showed. She thought with satisfaction that she looked rebellious, enticing, and sweet all at once. That's exactly what she meant.

Cregan happened to be driving by her house, so she informed Aemond that she would come with him. She left the house at the agreed time, and after a while they moved through the city in the light of evening lamps, talking about some light topics. Cregan could see, that she was nervous.

"Don't worry. I've never seen Aemond look at a girl the way he looks at you. He's crazy about you." He grunted in amusement, never taking his eyes off the road. Bunny smiled gratefully at him.

They arrived moments before time. They hurried inside, and Cregan waved at them from afar as he saw them set up. Aegon looked at him and shook his head.

"Hurry up, mate! We're about to start!" He said loudly, impatiently. Cregan just laughed, shouting at him that he had everything under control. Bunny smiled immediately when she saw Helaena waving to her from the stage. She was glad that she wouldn't be listening to their concert alone.

Aemond came onstage after a while from backstage, a cigarette in his mouth, his bass guitar hanging over his shoulder. He was tuning it, lost in his own thoughts, but looked around, obviously impatient because she and Cregan weren't there yet.

When he saw her, he froze for a moment, smoke coming slowly from his cigarette. She shuddered, when she saw that he looked her up and down. She smiled warmly at him, his gaze softening, exhaling smoke through his nose, looking at her defiantly.

Out of the corner of her eye, Bunny saw a woman come out to them, talking quickly to Aegon. He just nodded, replied something impatient, trying to be polite at the same time.

She laughed at something he said and squeezed Aemond's arm warmly, saying something to him. Bunny saw him take the cigarette out of his mouth quickly, his lips forming a short "Don't touch me", as he yanked his hand away from hers.

Bunny pursed her lips at the scene, knowing exactly who this woman was. She was dressed in a tight suit and shirt, she looked elegant and at the same time sexy, defiant. Her lips were full, her neckline was open slightly, showing off her nice breasts. Her hair was thrown back, loose, straight and shiny.

After a while, guests started to come in. People ran to the stage, Helaena suggested to Bunny that they go for a drink. The band began to play, and there were squeals, screams and applause all around. All tickets were sold out, there was a huge crowd in the club. They walked over to the bar, ordering drinks. A few men approached them, but they paid them no attention.

"Hey, don't be shy, pretty. Talk to me." One of the guys said, apparently directing his words to Bunny. Loud music blasting from the speakers, she looked back at him, eyebrows raised.

"My boyfriend is on stage right now and he won't like it, if he sees you talking to me." She grunted, catching the straw with her mouth and taking a sip of her drink. The boy laughed.

"If he's on stage, it means we have a good hour to play together." He said defiantly and she rolled her eyes, turning her back on him.

They shook their heads with Helaena, tired of their juvenile taunts. They decided to grab their drinks and move closer to the stage, to watch what was going on.

Due to the crowd of people greater than usual, the club got very hot despite the air conditioning. Between songs, Aemond took off his shirt, playing bare-chested. Bunny thought, blushing, that he looked wonderful and that probably many of the girls who were taking pictures of him now, would be touching themselves at night thinking of him.

She shivered as the song ended and she saw him give her a look, that literally made her wet between her thighs. She pursed her lips, swallowing hard. His body, all covered in sweat, his focused face with a cigarette in his mouth, his beautiful, big hands moving nimbly over the guitar, caressing her whole body at night, made her think only about him taking her to the hotel again.

"He's amazing, isn't he?" Behind her, she heard a loud, amused female voice.

She and Helaena gave Alys a puzzled look. Aemond didn't see her approach them, concentrating on playing. Bunny swallowed softly, looking at her closely. She was a very pretty woman. If not for what Aemond had told her, she would have thought her broad smile was sincere.

She finally extended her hand to her, a smile never left her face.

"I'm Alys, nice to finally meet you. We've never had a chance to talk before. Why don't you join me in the VIP area?" She asked, pointing to the couches to their right.

Bunny smiled calmly, trying to control herself.

"Thank you, but I came to see the concert. I prefer to see them up close." She spoke loudly, so that she could be heard. Helaena nodded, confirming that she thought the same. Alys waved her hand.

"You've seen it so many times. As far as Aemond and I are concerned, it's long over, don't worry about it." She added immediately, as if she thought it was worth completing.

She didn't know she had been with Aemond that morning, when she called him, trying again to make contact with him. Bunny thought she was a very slick person.

"I know, Aemond told me. I think I know everything there is to know about you. Thanks for the suggestions." She said, lifting her drink and taking a sip from the straw. She saw a grimace cross Alys's face, which she tried to hide under a smile.

"Then have fun, I'm at your disposal." She said, nodding her head and walking towards one of her staff. Helaena and Bunny exchanged significant glances.

After a while, they heard Aegon say into the microphone, that it was time for a twenty-minute break, followed by the second part of the concert. Helaena and Bunny headed back to go backstage from the corridor and congratulate them.

They entered the room, Momo immediately threw herself into their arms, squeezing them. Bunny saw Aemond and smiled slightly at him. He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and said he wanted to talk to her in private. It was hard for her to focus on what he was saying, staring at his well-built chest, glistening with sweat, so she just nodded as she followed him into another, smaller room.

As he closed the door behind them, she wanted to turn to him and ask him what had happened, then tell him about Alys, but she couldn't do anything, because she felt his tongue deep in her throat.

She moaned loudly into his mouth as his hand gripped her ass tightly, pressing her against him. She immediately felt how hard he was and sucked in a breath. He broke away from her with a wet sound.

"Did you dress like that so my swollen cock would rip my pants onstage? Hmm?" He asked, lifting the material of her dress, his hands massaging her buttocks covered only by the mesh. She ran her hand through his hair, turned beyond measure. They looked at each other with eyes black with lust. Aemond thought hard.

"Fuck it. Turn to face the wall." He said in a voice that brooked no argument. All trembling and excited about what he wanted to do, she obeyed quickly and wordlessly, bracing her hands against the wall. She moaned softly as he pulled her hips back, forcing her to lean forward. She breathed rapidly, shivers ran through her body.

"Remind me, what Sore means?" He asked, panting as he quickly pulled down her pantyhose and panties. Bunny breathed quickly as she heard the sound of his belt being unfastened.

"That you're causing me pain." She mumbled, hearing him lower his pants, his fingers touching her entrance. She heard him groan loudly at how wet she was.

"Good. Careful means what?" He asked with a slightly trembling voice, his fingers wet with her juices began to massage her clit intensely, her thighs began to come out against him. They both started panting loudly.

"T-that I'm on the verge of pain." She stammered, her fingers clenching the wall.

"And Good means what?" He asked trembling, his finger teasing her entrance, sliding in and out.

"Means that's I love it, Aemond, please, fuck me!" She sobbed and stifled a loud moan, as he took his finger out of her and entered her without warning, until the very end.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, his cock thrusting inside her fast and aggressively, their thighs colliding with a loud, wet slap.

"Fuck, you're so tight. You caress my cock so well." He gasped, fucking her wildly, with all his might, their wet thighs hitting each other again and again. He heard her sobbing helplessly beneath him. "Words, babygirl. Do you like it when I fuck you like that?"

"God, yes, it feels so good" She sputtered, panting with him, her thighs meeting him with each of his thrusts, she felt sweat trickling down her neck. She heard him smile at her words.

"You must love to feel my cock inside you. Otherwise you wouldn't be wearing those slutty tights, would you?" He purred, his hand tearing a piece of mesh from her leg, ripping it apart.

She moaned loudly, suprised, his cock thrusting in and out of her in an aggressive, hard rhythm, both of them on the verge of orgasm. His hand traveled to her clit, massaging her there, and she threw her head back, her mouth parting.

"Word, babygirl" He panted in a hollow voice, as he fucked her brutally, not stopping himself from thrusting his cock into her with all his strenght.

"Good, good, good, so fucking good, ah!" She moaned helplessly as a hot orgasm flowed through her body in waves, relaxing her entire body, her nipples hard with excitement.

"Oh fuck, Bunny, yes!" He panted heavily, coming hard inside her, his cum spilling out in waves deep inside her. They both moved, breathing heavily, purring with contentment and fulfillment, their faces expressing relief.

"You ruined my tights." She mumbled, looking sadly at her legs.

"I'll buy you a new one." He purred, stroking her naked buttocks with satisfaction. "But I'll probably rip them off you later, too."

He slid out of her and handed her a clean handkerchief from his pants, so she could dry herself off. They stared at each other with hazy eyes, still breathing uneasily.

"That was so fucking good. We have to do it again. Don't you think?" He grunted as he fastened his belt. She pursed her lips as she quickly slid her panties over her hips and adjusted her dress, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Aemond reached for the bottle that was on the table next to him and took a quick drink of water. He glanced at the clock and cursed when he saw, that he had five minutes to go on stage.

He grabbed Bunny's hand, pulled her in and kissed her deeply, pressing her against him, his hand entwined in her hair. They kissed quickly and passionately, panting softly, both trembling from what they had just done.

They left the room, holding hands. They passed Alys, who was talking to a security guard in the hallway. She looked at them, pale, her gaze quickly moving to her legs. Bunny pursed her lips in satisfaction at the thought that she must have heard them, and her lack of tights confirmed her suspicions.

"Did she try to talk to you?" He asked softly as they passed her. Bunny gave him a puzzled look.

"Yes." She said, but seeing his frown, she added something quickly. "But I managed it somehow. I'm not going to prove anything to her."

Aemond glanced at her, his gaze softening.

"Good."

Bunny's stomach clenched at the thought, that maybe he'd fucked Alys like that too, during a break. Aemond lifted her chin, seeing that something had happened.

"Look at me, babygirl." He spoke softly and she looked up at him, her lips pursed. For a moment his jaw was clenched as he thought hard about what he wanted to say. "I think…fuck. I'm totally in love with you."

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goayda · 6 months

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Stranger Things Have Happened

(* Reposting the whole thing in a new post because I don't know how to order this any other way)

(* Set at some point after the bar conversation in episode 2x07, you know the one, everything after that scene doesn't exist in this verse)

So what if... what if Stede and Izzy have sex after Ed left because, well, Stede is free to be with other people, right? And there is some fondness now there, equally mixed with some fun bickering and teasing, and they really understand each other and the heartbreak that comes with loving Edwar Teach. And you add a lot of rum and some lingering touches and well, things happen, right?

And when Stede wakes up the next morning with a bit of a hungover and sees a naked Izzy sleeping next to him, he feels so happy and he can't stop staring at Izzy and how relaxed he looks in the morning light, but then... then he starts overthinking it, of course. What if he was too fast again? What if he is TooMuch and Izzy finds it annoying? What if it was supposed to be just a one time thing? He doesn't want it to be just that, but he doesn't want to make it weird!

So when Izzy wakes up, Stede tries to play it 'cool', aiming for nonchalant and totally missing, looking more like 'totally indifferent'. And Izzy, who has been getting better at the whole 'feelings and stuff' thing, but has still a lot to learn, well, he tries to go on with his life and goes back to work because it was a good fuck and that was all, wasn't it? What else was he expecting, really? It is not as if Stede was going to start holding his hand or anything, not that Izzy wanted that anyway, because that ridiculous softness is not for pirates like himself... right?

So things get weird, of course. And the crew notices because they are not blind. Stede keeps trying to play it cool and avoids touching Izzy at all costs even though he really wants to and Izzy tries to avoid Stede claiming to be 'just busy' and having work to do 'somewhere else', but it is painful for both of them.

And surprisingly, it's Izzy the one who eventually tries to talk about that night with Stede, trying to tell him that it meant something to him, but he doesn't really know what words to use or how to explain 'feelings' and it really frustrates him. And Stede sees Izzy's frown and annoyed look and thinks that Izzy regrets that night and then doubles down on the casually indifferent pose. Which convinces Izzy that, no, Stede is not interested at all in him. Obviously.

And while this painful mess of a conversation is happening, the whole crew has managed to shamelessly gather around to listen to it and they are witnessing that trainwreck of a conversation looking like the people in that scene from the IT Crowd:

The crew is watching these two idiots having two completely different conversations at the same time without even noticing and when Izzy finally walks away defeated and Stede goes back to his cabin, his fake smile crumbling, they decide to have an emergency meeting.

They agree they can't let this keep going on, because it could turn into a right mess and well, yes, also because they care about their two idiots, so they decide Somebody has to talk to them and they obviously agree that Somebody has to be Lucius.

And Lucius sighs dramatically because why him? But deep down he knows he is the best for the job and also, Pete is looking at him encouragingly so how could he refuse?

So he graciously agrees and first he goes to talk to Stede. Making him admit his real feelings for Izzy takes Lucius five minutes, but the Captain spends half an hour praising Izzy's traits and dramatically refusing to believe that the First Mate could return his feelings.

He does believe Lucius eventually and oh, he can't stop smiling then.

When Lucius goes to talk to Izzy, though, Stede decides to devise a fuckery to make Izzy admit his real feelings for him, like in the romance books he knows. It sounds great in his head and surely Lucius would agree with him, but the young man seems to be busy so Stede goes to convince one of his friends from the Republic to help him with the plan.

Meanwhile, Lucius tries to explain things to Izzy, but it doesn't go great. The man only grunts and glares and Lucius isn't even sure he is listening to a word he says so he eventually decides to leave and try some other time.

He doesn't have the chance to because the next day, Stede pulls the fuckery right the moment they set foot on port: a masked man shoots him on the chest and while he 'bleeds out' on the ground he calls for Izzy.

Stede is hoping for a dramatic love declaration (and surely some tears and then a passionate kiss), but Izzy just looks... terrified and heartbroken and he is speechless... right until he notices the fake blood and realizes it's all a trick.

Then Stede gets a punch on the face and Izzy walks back to the ship in silence. And the crew doesn't bother him on his way there and sure as hell no one mentions the tears Izzy is trying to hold back.

Certainly Stede hasn't seen them because he is hunched over, trying to stop the nosebleed and wondering why his plan hasn't been a success.

Also the masked man AKA Sneaky Dave, Stede's friend, got a shot on the shoulder for all his troubles, but it could have been worse if Black Pete's aim had been any better

And once again Lucius is tasked with talking to Stede (and ugh, helping him with the nosebleed, because it's not stopping yet) so he can understand what went wrong (everything) and why it wasn't a great idea (not even a so-so one).

The punch might have helped making a point because it doesn't take long for Stede to look crestfallen and slightly embarrased.

And yes, Stede does understand now that Izzy might not be the type to appreciate the romantic scenery as much as he does and that maybe faking a deadly wound had been a bit too much, but he still thinks that using the word 'traumatic' is going too far, no matter what Lucius says.

Stede is devastated because he has messed things up again, even when he had tried so hard to do it right this time, but Lucius insists it's not too late and encourages him (more like pleads) to be honest with Izzy.

"Just TALK to him," Lucius says. "That idiot loves you."

Meanwhile, Jim, Fang and Frenchie are hanging out on the deck with Izzy, trying to show their support, but it has been ages and Izzy just keeps staring at the sea from the railing without saying a word. Frenchie and Fang are worried that Izzy might be planning on jumping overboard. Jim just thinks it's a nice and quiet sunset.

Eventually Stede goes to talk to Izzy and as the crew starts walking away to give them some privacy (they are going to stay not far away, eavesdropping, obviously), Jim simply whispers to Izzy "Just talk to him, that idiot loves you."

And since there is not really much to lose (he doesn't fear his new Captain would take his other leg or even a toe because of his insubordination) and he is not a coward (not anymore), Izzy takes a deep breath and looks at Stede and waits.

And Stede can't hide his nerves and he blushes and falters, but he manages to tell Izzy that he certainly doesn't regret the night they spent together, that he does cherish the memories of that moment and that he would very much like to make more *coughs* memories together... if Izzy wanted to. If Izzy wanted him.

And Izzy simply stares at Stede's stupidly handsome face and kind eyes and there is a 'Fuck off' ready on the tip of his tongue, but he just shakily says "Yes" and he means so many things he doesn't know how to say, but Stede smiles brightly and seems to understand (some of) them.

Stede looks at Izzy's shy smile and he thinks it's breathtaking and beautiful and so sweet and when he takes a step and curls his hand around Izzy's neck to kiss him, he doesn't hesitate.

For a moment the memory of another kiss under the moonlight threatens to cloud Stede's happiness, but then Izzy kisses him back and he realizes this is a different kiss, a different feeling, a different Stede even, and he sighs softly into the kiss and lets himself be happy.

They kiss softly and lazily against the railing for a long time and when they finally decide to retire to the captain's cabin, Stede holds Izzy's hand as they walk there side by side.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #our flag means death s2 spoilers #izzy hands #stede bonnet #stizzy #gentlehands #fanfic #now all tidied up and in order #I even might finally get myself to make some fanart for this #ofmd fic

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ultimatesmuts · 9 months

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Daycare🍋(Draco Malfoy)

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You’re a new daycare teacher and Scorpius is one of the toddlers in your room. When his dad (Draco) comes to pick him up, you find yourself unable to hold basic conversation since you’re too busy drooling over him

~This was originally posted on Wattpad but I figured I’d repost here~

*phone ringing*

"YN could you answer the phone? It's probably one of the parents", YN's boss says

YN stands up and glances around the toddler room she's now in charge of, taking pride in her new job as a daycare teacher.

"Yeah of course", YN replies, reaching for the phone at the front desk

*picks up phone*

"Thank you for calling the wizarding daycare, this is Miss YN"

She hears the person on the other end clear his throat before speaking

"Hi, this is Scorpius's father. I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm being held over at the ministry and unfortunately won't be able to pick Scorp up in time before the center closes. It'd probably only be about 30 minutes past close, and if any staff members are willing to stay over a bit that would be amazing and very much appreciated."

YN blinks a couple of times, realizing how confident this man is, and it makes her wonder what his personality is really like before answering

YN asks, "is anyone else available to pick him up instead? Perhaps his mother if she's able?"

She hears the phone go silent for a few moments, so she says, "you still there?" Hoping for an answer

The man answers, "sorry, um Scorpius's mother actually passed last year... so um no it's just me."

YN could hear the sorrow in his voice and instantly felt bad for bringing it up

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked that. Obviously you're calling because no one else can come get him. I'm so sorry, sir", YN guiltily says

"It's okay, you didn't know", the man replies, making YN feel a bit better

YN takes a deep breath before saying, "I feel so terrible about that so how about this? I'll stay here with Scorpius and don't worry about the center closing, they'll probably have me close and clean anyway since I'm new."

YN hears a slight chuckle through the phone and the man says, "I was wondering why I'd never heard of a Miss YN working there before, but it's all good and thanks again for staying late, don't worry about the whole Scorpius's mum thing, it's okay really."

YN clutches the phone a bit tighter in her hand, feeling nervous about meeting Scorpius's dad after making a fool of herself over the phone.

"If you're sure, I just feel bad is all" YN adds

"Don't feel bad, YN. Well I've gotta get back to work and thanks for offering to stay over, I'll see you around 6:30 at the center", Scorp's dad adds

"Oh, um yes it's no problem really. I'll see you then, sir"

She hears a light chuckle and then he says, "alright, bye", and hangs up.

YN puts the phone down and wipes her sweaty palms on her skirt, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.

YN walks over to her boss and explains the situation and how she's staying over, and the boss says that's fine.

Soon, most of the kids are gone, and the remaining kids' parents come to pick them up. Eventually, YN's coworkers leave and it's just YN and Scorpius left in the building. YN finishes picking up all the toys, and picks up Scorpius so she can close down that room. She carries the blonde toddler with her to the front of the center by the doors, and sets him down next to her.

Scorpius looks up at YN and giggles before running circles around her, making YN laugh too.

Eventually he gets dizzy and falls over, and YN gets on her knees and says, "oh no are you okay? Did you get a boo boo?" And Scorp starts wailing and slowly(very dramatically) crawling into YN's lap, where she holds him and hugs him, saying "Awh babyyy, you're okay" while Scorpius slowly calms down, wiping his eyes on YN's blouse

Great, just what I wanted. Toddler tears

YN sighs, and Scorpius turns around in her lap and points outside.

YN stands up, and Scorp turns around, puts his arms up and whines, indicating that he wants YN to hold him.

YN rolls her eyes, but still picks up the child.

He points outside again, kicking his legs, this time saying "Dada! Dada!" With the most excitement YN has ever seen.

YN can't help but smile at this wholesome moment, until he walks in.

YN looks up at the door, only to see a tall, fit man with platinum blonde hair walk in.

YN could swear that her heart stopped beating, her breath getting caught in her throat.

This man is gorgeous.

His striking blue eyes meet hers and YN immediately feels her face getting hotter and hotter, making her feel even more embarrassed.

YN quickly turns her attention towards Scorpius, who's still in her arms, in an attempt to distract herself from his attractive father.

"Scorpius look who it is!", she tries

"DADDY!", the toddler screams, tightly gripping YN's shirt in excitement.

YN giggles nervously and says, "yes, buddy. It's daddy"

Shit

Fuck

I do NOT need to be thinking about sex right now

why'd I say that why the fuck did I say that

YN knew her face was bright red, her mind unable to focus on anything other than sex

It was this moment that YN felt his eyes on her, so she nervously turned towards him, preparing to hand over his child, when she noticed his mischievous eyes were fixated on her blushing face in a knowing way, even though she so desperately tried to hide, but to no avail.

The man takes a few steps closer, holding his dangerous gaze and reaches out for YN to hand him his son, which she goes to do.

*Rrrrrrrip*

Panic.

That is what YN is feeling right now.

She looks down at herself, only to find that Scorpius had ripped her blouse partially open when she handed him over to his dad.

YN gasps when she realizes that her black, practically see-through bra is almost on full display to Scorpius's father.

"Merlin, I'm so so sorry!", she says, pulling her shirt together and holding it closed with her hands, beginning to break a sweat from all the embarrassment coursing through her veins.

She looks up, only to find Scorpius's dad lightly smirking, eyes fixed on her chest with a light blush across his cheeks. His eyes shift to a lustful gaze as his eyes flick back up and meet with hers

YN feels her body heat up, unsure of how to cope with all of this sudden attention and apologizes again, unsure how to proceed.

"Well it definitely wasn't an unpleasant sight", he says, glancing down at her chest quickly before locking his icy blue eyes with hers again with his signature smirk, causing butterflies to go crazy in YN's stomach, almost making YN let out a small moan. Luckily she held it in

"I'm Draco, by the way", he casually says, helping to diffuse the tension.

YN can hardly breathe or think in this flustered state and is about to introduce herself, when Draco says, "YN, right?"

YN blushes, unable to form words so she just nods her head in response, still clutching her shirt closed.

"I want to thank you for staying with my son, I can tell he really likes you", Draco says

YN forces herself to breathe and replies, "anytime, and he really is a very sweet kid"

"Let me make you dinner, as a thank you, please", Draco says with the slightest hint of mischief in his voice

YN thinks for a moment, trying to clear her mind from sinful thoughts, realizing she hasn't eaten since this morning and food sounds really good right now.

"Okay, but only if you're able to take me home afterwards because I was going to take the bus home from here", YN says, slowly starting to relax a bit.

"Perfect", Draco says, smirking

Damn, he is so charming

"Well if you'll follow me, my car is out front", he says, indicating for YN to follow him. They walk outside, and YN turns to lock the building, as it's Friday and nobody will be back at the center until Monday.

Draco shamelessly checks her out from behind, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrows in approval as he determines she has the perfect ass

YN turns around to see an expensive black sports car with tinted black windows and black wheels, and her jaw drops. Is this man rich or something? Damn...

"Wow... your car is really nice", YN compliments, turning towards Draco, slightly catching him off guard.

Was he looking at my butt just now?

"Thanks, mind strapping Scorp in his car seat?", Draco replies, mildly blushing

"Yeah of course!", YN says, starting to strap the toddler into the car seat in the back, leaning over him as she works.

YN feels Draco's eyes on her, so she looks up only to see him smirking, freely looking over her body, causing her face to turn red.

"Don't be shy, darling. I think the bra is sexy", he smugly says, winking before turning back around to face the wheel

YN's face is beet red, and she realizes that while leaning over to strap in Scorpius, she was giving his dad a perfect view down her ripped shirt.

YN slowly makes her way over to the passenger side and climbs in, buckling her seatbelt quietly

"Mmmm, I think you'd look better without it though", Draco nonchalantly smirks, purposefully avoiding looking directly at YN

Draco immediately starts the car and begins driving, leaving YN flustered and excited

YN can't help but admire him as he focuses on the road, his defined jawline and sharp nose creating the perfect side profile.

YN looks at his hands, his rings, and how he's firmly gripping the steering wheel and she can't help but let her mind wander

I want him to grip me like that....

She notices how veiny his hands are, his long and thin fingers lightly tapping the wheel as he drives in silence, without music.

Those fingers

Butterflies again

Why is my body reacting to him like this?

Soon, YN notices a set of giant gates opening in front of them, revealing a massive mansion.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, YN"

YN stares in awe, turning and asking, "you live here?"

Draco scoffs, parking the car out front, and says, "didn't you ever look at Scorpius's last name?", while chuckling

Oh yeah I forgot

"It's been a long day", YN blushes, showing how forgetful/distracted she was

Draco gets out, opens the door for YN, and holds out his hand for her to take.

"Exactly why you deserve a nice dinner after a long day", he charmingly says, pulling her up out of the car before going to unstrap Scorpius.

Draco locks his car, and carries his son with him into the manor, holding the door open for YN.

Draco puts Scorpius down, takes his shoes off for him, and then takes his own shoes off and loosens his tie. It takes a moment for YN to realize she's been staring too long, but she eventually removes her shoes too and follows Draco into his enormous living room.

"Stay here with Scorp, I'll come get you when dinner is ready.", Draco says before turning towards the kitchen

YN takes a moment to look around, admiring the grandness of the place before sitting down on the expensive couch to calm herself with Scorpius.

Scorpius climbs up and lays on YN's lap, rubbing his eyes. "I know bud, you're tired. Just a bit longer, okay? We're gonna eat yummy food soon!", she tells him

Just then, Draco walks into the room with his sleeves pushed up, directing YN's attention to his forearm, which makes her uneasy and she starts to back away.

Draco notices this, and his eyes turn sad.

"I didn't want it", he says, referring to the mark hoping she'll stay

YN looks back up at him, and realizes he's being genuine.

"YN please don't think differently about me because of this, I was 16 when my father decided my fate for me."

YN can't find any indication of deceit in his eyes, he seems sad, even. Ashamed....

He has been nothing but kind to me

"I believe you", YN says, quietly

Draco just stands there for a moment, lost deep in his thoughts. He nods his head to himself, takes a deep breath in, and then gestures for YN and Scorpius to follow him to the table.

After eating dinner, Draco tells YN that he needs to put Scorp to bed and she's welcome to follow if she'd like

YN agrees and follows Draco upstairs to the second floor of the manor, and into the toddler's bedroom.

Draco pulls the blankets up over Scorpius and starts rubbing his back, trying to lull him to sleep.

After about 10 minutes, Scorpius starts throwing a fit and Draco looks up at YN in defeat

"Mind if I try?", YN asks sweetly

"Go right ahead", Draco lowly replies

YN walks over to the side of the bed, and starts stroking down Scorpius's nose, causing his reflexes to react, making him close his eyes. After a couple of minutes, YN feels Draco crouch down next to her and whisper, "can I try?"

YN whispers "yeah", and goes to scoot out of the way, but before she does, Draco stands right behind her, leans over her, and starts stroking his son's face

YN shudders at the feeling of him being so close, his body gently brushing against hers every now and then, his scent filling her senses, making her weak in the knees as she begins having sinful thoughts again

Eventually Scorpius's breathing evens out, and Draco stops stroking him, relieved that he fell asleep.

Draco backs away from YN's body, causing her to feel cold from the lack of his body heat.

YN sighs sadly, feeling like she's overstepped a boundary, getting excited for no reason.

"I should probably go", she whispers in defeat

Draco closes Scorp's door, so the adults are in the hallway.

Draco steps closer to YN, places his hands on her waist, and pulls her slightly closer as he whispers, "Stay. Please"

YN felt her heart throb with love, and her lips began to feel as if they're burning hot with desire as she also takes a step closer to Draco, wrapping her arms around his torso and whispering, "okay"

She feels his hand gently caress her face, causing her to look up and lock eyes with him.

He slowly starts leaning in, and YN closes her eyes, mirroring Draco.

YN feels fiery hot electricity spread throughout her body when his lips meet hers.

His lips are burning hot, and YN starts to realize that she might get to have more of him. She wants all of him. She wants to be with him.

The kiss slowly starts to speed up, gradually becoming more rough and passionate as Draco walks YN backwards until her back hits a door, which he swiftly opens with one hand before leading her inside

YN breaks apart from the kiss, closes the door again, realizing she's now in Draco's bedroom, and locks the door.

Draco pulls her back into him with lust filled eyes, craving more of her lips.

Draco walks YN backwards while kissing until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she's forced to sit down.

YN starts to feel the familiar butterflies building again, and deepens the kiss by pulling him closer, to where he's standing in between her legs

Draco acknowledges the space she's made for him, sending electricity pulsing through their bodies and he bites his lip as he feels his member start to grow inside his pants

YN rips the rest of her shirt off and throws it on the ground, and without breaking eye contact, takes Draco's hands, and places them directly onto her clothed breasts, causing him to groan and her clit to throb with eager need.

He slowly and teasingly takes his own shirt off, and YN starts feeling her wetness pool at the sight of his toned body.

Draco abruptly and roughly grabs YN's thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and starts grinding against her body, forcing small, breathy moans to slowly leave her parted lips

"Do you want this", Draco asks, half out of breath

"Yes, please Draco", YN responds, her eyes already in the back of her head

The sound of her voice made Draco's eyes close briefly, allowing his pleasure to amplify.

Draco reaches behind YN and unclasps her bra with one hand, immediately grabbing her tits and massaging them, using his thumbs to lightly run over her nipples as he plays with her

This causes YN to nearly squeal at the amount of pleasure she's receiving.

YN desperately tries to grind herself up against Draco's stiffness in his pants, craving him beyond control.

Draco gets the message and pulls his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers, relieving some of the tightness that came with his restricting pants, making YN's mouth water as she admires his size

Draco palms himself through his boxers a bit, muttering "fuck", getting his member to stand up proud and tall. He pulls down YN's skirt and almost drools at the sight of a large wet spot on her panties

YN stands up, pulls her panties off, and drops to her knees in front of Draco.

She pulls down his boxers, finally freeing his painfully hard, leaking cock. She stares in awe as he springs free, guessing he's probably around 8.5 inches long. YN feels more of her wetness pooling, desperate for him

She takes his dick in her small hands, and gently licks his slit before barely sucking on only his tip, teasing him with her mouth.

Just then, Draco notices that YN is lightly bouncing around, her heat hovering over the floor, clearly begging for attention.

"Get up", Draco orders

YN stands up, and looks down at the floor after feeling how slick the insides of her legs were

"Look at the mess you made, you dirty girl.", Draco says, pointing to the puddle of arousal that dripped from her when she was on the floor

"Be a good slut and get on the bed", he orders

YN eagerly does as he says, and lays on her back, facing up on his bed

"Do you want me to fuck you?", Draco teasingly asks

YN moans at his words and manages to get out a "Daddy please"

"Fucking hell, Princess", Draco practically groans in pleasure, licking his lips in anticipation

"Daddy's little whore is gonna lay there and be good, yeah?"

YN eagerly nods her head, whining, begging to be touched

Draco scoffs at her desperation, before kneeling down and slowly inserting his middle finger into YN's hole

Euphoria.

That's what YN feels.

"More, please. Please Draco I need more", YN begs

Draco doesn't give in though, he just smirks and continues pumping just his middle finger excruciatingly slow, in and out of her tight pussy.

YN is writhing at this point, beginning to kick her legs around in protest

"Draco, please I need more please", YN whines, almost in tears, making Draco's cock leak with precum

"You need more?", he asks, locking his eyes with hers

"Yes! Please!", YN excitedly says

Draco pulls his middle finger out of her pussy, and sucks on it, moaning at the taste. Then, he pushes his thick cock into her slick hole, shocking her body and causing her to clench around him, almost making her cum then and there

Draco groans and throws his head back in pleasure, before gently rocking into YN at a slow pace, causing her to scream, her body unsure how to accept his cock

"DADDY! It's so good, it's too good"

"Sshhh baby, Scorp will hear", Draco stops and says, gently caressing her face

YN grabs her wand off of the nightstand despite her shaking body, points it at the door and says, "muffliato" before putting her wand back and desperately trying to fuck herself on him to no avail

Draco's eyes turn dark again seeing her pathetic attempts to get herself off. "You filthy girl", Draco says, pounding into her, sheathing in and out of her, against her slick, tight walls.

Tears begin rolling down YN's cheeks, her mouth permanently stuck open as Draco thrusts in and out of her as hard as he can, rocking the bed and making the headboard hit the wall with every thrust.

"Fuck, baby", Draco huffs

Draco takes his right hand and places it around YN's throat, choking her and doubling her pleasure as he speeds up his pace, sensing himself growing closer

Not even 20 seconds after, YN starts shaking, she clenches around him HARD, and she hits her high HARD, starts convulsing, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she finally cums on his cock.

Her clenching pushes Draco over his edge too, and she milks him dry with her convulsing, quivering pussy, swallowing up all of his cum, keeping it buried deep inside of her

They both stay in that position for a couple of minutes, catching their breaths before Draco carefully pulls out his cock, causing her walls to flutter, clenching around nothing

Draco lays down next to YN, who's already almost asleep, and he whispers, "you okay?"

YN replies with "so good.... So tired"

Draco lightly chuckles before pulling his body up to hers, hissing her forehead and falling into a deep and exhausted sleep.

The end

(of this one-shot)

;)

#draco smut #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x you #slytherin #dad!draco

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aemonds-little-belle · 1 year

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Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER TWO (THE MEETING)

Modern!Aemond x Reader (SUGAR BABY/SUGAR DADDY!AU)

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3) -

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

“So what’s his name again?” Eyla asked, leaning over the counter as both her and Y/n watched the front door like hawkes. Eyla had agreed to keep an eye out as she worked, making sure Y/n wasn’t kidnapped or assaulted, happy to be Y/n’s watchdog as she met with ‘Mr Sexy Voice’ as she had so giddily named him. Y/n didn’t disagree with the name, but also wasn’t happy that Eyla was clearly already attached to the mysterious man.

“He didn’t give me one, just said I’d know who he is when I saw him.” Y/n sighed, turning to place her elbows on the counter, plopping her face in her hands, and letting out a quiet fake scream.

The bell above the door had rung, though Y/n didn’t hear it over her own misery, causing Eyla to become unnaturally quiet. “Oh. Gods. I. Wow.” She chuckled.

“What?” Y/n asked, perking her head up, only to see Eyla wide eyed staring off to the front of the cafe. Y/n’s heart stopped, ‘was this is?’ ‘is he here?’ ‘oh gods i can’t do this’. Y/n turned around comically slow, she closed her eyes before she could even view the person, her mind instinctively shutting the world out for some reason. And then someone chuckled, low and rugged and so clear, so familiarly. Y/n finally opened her eyes, everyone in the cafe looking towards a man, a long black coat on, a full suit underneath, and then she realized why everyone was staring, the man had long silvery blonde hair, it styled into a half up half down type situation, and an eye patch covering his left eye. “Oh.” Y/n whispered, her mind immediately telling her he wasn’t the guy she had chatted with last night, just a descendant of royalty in her place of work at exactly 5:10, on the dot, because maybe he wanted to try the horrible and overpriced coffee they had to offer … obviously.

Aemond walked up to the register, pretending to not notice Y/n staring at him pathetically. “Can I get you anything?” Eyla asked, her voice lacking her usual confident flair.

“Hmm, no.” He said as he looked over the menu above. “Unless your friend …” He paused.

“Y/n” Eyla answered.

“Unless your friend Y/n over there is ready for our meeting.” He said so cockily, a small smirk slowly creeping its way onto his face. “Would you like anything?” He had now turned to ask her, his hands clasped behind his back, his height overbearing and loud.

“Oh, um, no, I’m okay.” Y/n sputtered, her eyes still wide, her breathing still rapid.

Aemond just smiled politely at Eyla before pulling out his wallet and placing a bill into the tip jar. Eyla eyed Y/n, giving her a ‘don’t fuck this up’ look, clearly excited about the unneeded but much appreciated tip. Aemond didn’t waste time, walking swiftly to the closest table, pulling out the chair and gesturing Y/n to come and sit in it, pushing her in like a gentleman. “You look like you’re going to be sick, have you eaten at all?” Aemond asked without even looking at Y/n, pulling off his trench coat and folding it, placing it on the back of the chair and finally sitting down himself.

“I’m just nervous.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” He said, again without looking at her, placing a folder and a pen down onto the table. Y/n just stayed silent, looking to the floor in embarrassment, then taking a breath in to speak. “Don’t lie.” He said, as if he read her thoughts. She closed her mouth and he smiled, clearly proud of his correctness. “Have you ever been in an arrangement like this before?” He asked, his eye finally meeting hers.

“No.” She said quickly, her hands clasped tightly under the table as she picked away at the polish. “Have, have you?” She wearily asked, unsure if that was crossing a boundary or not.

“Yes.” He admitted, leaning back in the chair. “Though I intend for this time to be different.”

“How so?” Y/n asked, her only answer an eyebrow raise, as if begging her to continue the conversation.

“You work here, correct?”

“Yes.” Y/n agreed, her eyes drifting to her sweater, where his eye had seemed to linger, the coffee stains adorning it suddenly feeling like a weight on her chest. She awkwardly shifted her weight in the chair, her shoulders slightly folding in on one another.

“And what do you get paid?”

“Minimum wage.”

“Hmmm.” Aemond hummed, Y/n wanting him to stop doing that, but also silently wishing he would hum again, the noise becoming wildly addicting. “And what does that pay cover?”

“Oh, um.” Y/n wasn’t expecting these questions, as if she was getting a loan, though she did begin to understand this truly was an interview to see if she was fit for the job. “My rent, utilities and groceries.” She said confidently, proud of her job and her self sufficiently.

“That’s all?” Aemond asked, almost shocked at her answer. Y/n nodded her head, suddenly worried that her answer might have been an embarrassing one. “If this works out, what would you spend your money on?”

Y/n sat still, she hadn’t really thought of that. “I would really like to get a phone, and a new bookstore opened up just across the street, so, I would like to maybe shop there.” She said, looking longingly at the bookshop that plagued and taunted her everyday she walked into and out of work. Aemond chuckled. “What?”

“I just like the simplicity of your answer.”

“What did you expect me to say?”

“You don’t wish for designer clothing? A handbag for every day of the year?” He asked, Y/n just shaking her head ‘no’. “Hmm.” Y/n’s heart dropped, trying to hold back a happy squeal at the noise Aemond had just made ‘gods I need some higher standards’ she thought, but his deep voice pulled her back to reality once more. “So why did you call me? Why do you want to be a sugar baby?” He asked.

“I don’t know, an old coworker of mine said she enjoyed being one, and I guess I was just, curious.”

He hummed again, swiftly moving into his next question. “What’s your availability like?”

“I work every day 8 to 5, except weekends, I have those off.”

“Perfect.” He hummed, writing something in the notebook for the first time, immediately making Y/n curious. “What do you do when you aren’t working?”

“I watch a lot of documentaries, but um.” ‘how do you tell this guy you sometimes actually can’t pay your utilities so you can’t use your DVD player because you have no power so you often end up reading books with a flashlight until your next paycheck, without sounding like you’re desperate for money as if that’s not why your here’ ‘gods this economy sucks’ “I also really enjoy reading.”

Aemond nodded his head, secretly proud of her answer, happy he called the awkward girl back when she hung up on him, she seemed to be living up to whatever his gut feeling was telling him. “You said you don’t have a phone, correct?”

“Correct.” She nodded.

Aemond turned in his seat slightly, fishing something out. “Here.” He said, handing over what looked to be a small black brick. “It’s already on a covered plan and the case should ensure you don’t break it.” He then pulled out his own phone, a much sleeker looking one. “My actual phone number is already programmed into the phone, don’t call the old one, it’ll be disconnected within the hour.”

“Oh, um -”

“Do you have a bank account?”

“No.”

“Hmmm, I’ll have to work on that.”

“I’m sorry, am I, is, are, am I accepted?” Y/n’s words were jumbled and full of confusion.

Aemond just chuckled, the low one that filled Y/n with a want for more. “Yes, you’re ‘accepted’.” He laughed again. “There’s a few things I need to work out, a contract, a bank account for you, and I’ll need your address along with your last name.” He listed, reading the words out of his folder, placing a piece of paper down onto the table, the pen set down next to it. The page was a form of sorts, Y/n’s first name, place of work, new phone number, and a few other details picked up throughout the conversation listed on it. “Just fill in the blanks.” He urged her.

“Right, okay.” She began pondering over the page, filling in the blanks with the pen that was clearly fancy and personalized, Aemond’s name engraved along the side.

Aemond quickly picked both the pen and paper back up when she was finished, closing the folder before looking up at Y/n. “I trust you have a safe way home?” He asked.

“Yes.” She lied, again, she wasn’t sure where and when to talk about things with him.

“Hmmm.” He stood up, retrieving his coat from the back of his chair, Y/n stumbling into a standing position, something she wasn’t proud of, but she was nervous. “I’ll text you tomorrow, I hope to have everything set in place by then.” He put his coat pack on, the length of it accentuating his height once more. “Here is the phone’s charger, please make sure it stays charged at all times.”

Y/n nodded her head, the seriousness of his words making it seem like he was entrusting her with nuclear codes and not a smartphone, but then again she didn’t even know you had to charge the thing, so his seriousness was clearly well vetted.

“Goodbye Y/n.”

“Goodbye.” She squeaked back at him, her mind still far off, not yet allowing the situation to fully hit her.

“OH MY GODS!” Eyla immediately screamed the moment the door shut behind Aemond. “Come here!” She yelled again, pulling Y/n out of whatever daze she was in, trudging over to the counter. “You’re a Sugar Baby!” She squealed. “He gave you a phone!” Her words were just bouncing off Y/n’s head. “Y/n?? Hello?”

“Sorry, I’m-”

“Yah, I would be too.” Eyla laughed. “I’m so proud of you, not only are you a Sugar Baby but you’re a Sugar Baby to a TARGARYEN!!” Eyla sounded just as confused as Y/n felt. “Plus Aemond is the cuter brother, so kudos to you.”

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” Y/n laughed, the whole thing finally hitting her. “This cannot be real.”

“If you don’t I will.” The two of them laughed.

#aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #modern!aegon targaryen #modern!au #sb/sd!au #sugar baby!au #house of the dragon #aemond the kinslayer

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utilitycaster · 9 months

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oh PLEASE tell us your thoughts about the Daggerheart speculations

So with the caveat that this is somewhat secondhand because I do not deign to go to the CR Reddit, from what I understand and from what I've seen reposted/expounded upon elsewhere, there's been a theory that the Campaign 3 plot is building to the destruction of the gods and a radical change in the magic system so as to support a switch to Daggerheart. Now: while I have my thoughts on where things are going narratively, this is mostly irrelevant, actually, because the logic behind this theory is so fucking stupid.

Critical Role does not, in fact, pay royalties or owe anything to WoTC (and in fact get money from WoTC for the Explorer's Guide to Wildemount; Call of the Netherdeep; and D&D Beyond ads). The reason the gods are referred to so often by epithets (eg: Wildmother rather than Melora) is explicitly to skirt WoTC IP in non-WoTC materials (such as in The Nine Eyes of Lucien or the Tal'Dorei settings). They do not have to kill off the gods to split off from WoTC and it would not be the gods that would be an issue had (for example) the OGL gone through as originally planned. The concept of "this is a fantasy world with gods" is, obviously, not a copyrightable thing. So this has nothing to do with avoiding WoTC fees. Any choice to move to a different system would be motivated by the cast's personal preferences (and, frankly, a desire to make their own money off Daggerheart).

There are reasons to stay in Exandria but it isn't necessary. I think switching systems or worlds will both come with a potential loss of an audience, but also the potential gain of a new one. You could just be like "we're doing Daggerheart in a whole new setting"; d20 and TAZ do this and there's no reason Critical Role couldn't.

It's entirely possible to switch systems within Exandria without killing off the gods; you're simply telling a different story. A Familiar Problem and the first two Honey Heist one-shots are, hilariously, essentially consistent with main campaign canon; they're just about a bunch of wacky animals from the perspective of said animals. What's more, not only have magic systems been indicated to have changed for various other reasons (including the gods introducing them, or just through research by wizards); in real life, the cast switched from Pathfinder 1e to D&D 5e in preparation for the stream, with no in-world reason given. They could just. switch.

Here's where I will admit I may be missing something based on my Reddit ignorance: from what I understand the reason this theory has recently collapsed is because Daggerheart is a 2d12 system, and for reasons I truly do not know, the proponents of this idea believed that for it to work, Daggerheart did still need to be a d20 system. Again: I have no fucking clue why this is; if it's a radically different magical system and a fundamentally altered world I don't see why the dice you use to tell the story can't be different (also the rolls you get with 2d12 are not in fact radically different from the spread of a d20 in the first place, so. bad at math as well as logic.)

Anyway: I think it's entirely possible that CR will, if they have a future long-form campaign (not a guarantee in and of itself), switch to Daggerheart. But if so: no guarantee or inherent need for it to be in Exandria, no guarantee or inherent need to change the fundamental cosmology of Exandria to support a system switch, and absolutely no reason that to support this hypothetical upon a hypothetical upon a hypothetical you would specifically need a d20 ttrpg system.

Anyway. I dislike wild speculation when it's portrayed as theory but if people are like "total bonkers guess based on nothing in particular" at least they're showing some self-awareness, even though I'm not personally interested in that kind of speculation. But a lot of "theories" are structured as an argument while relying on assumptions constructed from thin air (if that) and I think it's valuable to point that out; unfortunately people get really mad when you do because you are, kind of, calling them stupid. Which they are, but people don't like to be told that.

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag

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hellsbellschime · 1 year

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Have you read any ASOIAF metas from Kelsey L. Hayes? She mainly posts on Quora I think. I don't necessarily agree with ALL her speculation, but she has an incredible knowledge of the books/lore and called D*ny's arc to a T years before the GOT finale. Reading her posts about D*ny's POV being a POV trap, how we think we are reading a hero's journey when GRRM is subverting that and writing a villain origin story made it all click for me. It's actually kind of genius because he created a sympathetic teen girl character who we all want to root for and slowly but surely we realize how she's choosing fire and blood over the supposedly lofty goals she first set about. Full disclosure, I didn't sympathize with either Book or Show D*ny. She's actually worse in the book than the show imo, the show really white washed a lot of her hubris, arrogance, incompetence, racism, classism, and Targ exceptionalism LOL. Re-reading her chapters and she's increasingly unlikeable from book to book lmao.

Someone was actually discussing her in the comment section of my last video and yeah, I've never actually seen her stuff on Quora but I'm nearly certain that I've seen quite a few meta reposts on my dash here because she has been such a legend on the whole "Dany is a secret villain" thing. And she's totally right, I mean obviously I have literal years of retrospect to look back on now, but it's surprising to me that it is such a controversial take because it seems so obvious and not particularly hidden or obscured. Pretty much the minute you start questioning how reliable Dany's POV is it seems evident that she is at the very least not a heroic character.

#anti daenerys for ts

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viridianvenus · 5 months

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Oh my gosh! Just realized you were a beta for Family by the middle Warner sibling! I’m just so curious—what was that like? Highlights?? Lowlights?? It’s probably my favourite piece of fiction <333

Obviously the biggest highlight was getting to read the new chapters early. She had a pretty detailed outline going well into the Warner's adulthoods. I don't know the details, but she already knew who wound up with who, what careers they had, who had kids and how many and if they were boys or girls.

Another highlight was when she'd slip shout outs to me in the story. That friendly cat reporter Anica? I had a cat named Anica. One of the other students in Dot's riding class, Diego? My other cat was named Diego. Yakko's early girlfriend Athena working in a cookie store? I worked in a cookie store at the time.

Another highlight was just knowing that I was helping what I knew from the very start was going to be the biggest deal fanfic in the fandom. Obviously all of the genius came from her and my impact was minimal, but it was there. When I read the very first chapter she posted I knew I was reading the start of something amazing, but the spelling and grammar were all over the place, so I contacted her and offered to be her beta. We did not know each other at the time. Her immediate reaction was "God, yes!" I edited that first chapter, she reposted it and I was her beta for the next two, maybe three years.

A lowlight would be that, try as I might, I was never able to get her to stop info-dumping non-story related content. All we need to know is that the grandfather clock is significant to Goose, and why. We don't need a full page explanation on how grandfather clocks work. All we need to know is what's going on emotionally between Wakko and Foghorn, we don't need paragraphs explaining on how to fix a car engine. But her justification was that she spent the time doing the research and by God she was going to use it.

Another lowlight, and I'm not sure I'd really call it a lowlight, but it is ultimately the reason why I stepped down as beta (the final two, maybe three, chapters were not beta'd by me) was that it was a major time commitment. You know how massive those chapters were. My turnaround time was 4-5 days. That was not an expectation set by her, she was always saying she didn't know how I was doing it so fast, that just wound up being the speed that I worked. My process was that I would get the chapter and then I would read it through just as a fan enjoying the story. If something stuck out to me I would notate it, but I was reading with my fan brain, not my editor brain. Then I would reread the whole chapter again. much slower, with my editor brain. I was working two jobs at the time, so it eventually got to be too much, but by that time she had a second beta so I wasn't leaving her high and dry.

To this day, Family is still my favorite fanfic ever. Not just for Animaniacs, but in general and I still do occasional re-reads. She and I aren't in touch anymore, we're still Facebook friends but neither of us really use Facebook anymore. She's married and works full time, and we basically just slowly lost touch. We did briefly reconnect when the reboot first dropped. She wasn't impressed. She couldn't even make it through the season. I don't like the reboot either, but I watched all of it and gave her a rundown of what she had missed. She's glad she stopped watching when she did. We both agree that the reboot writers have no idea who the Warners are.

#animaniacs #animaniatag #animaniacs reboot

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u-t-b-e · 9 months

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"You deserved better."

A story draft by:me(UTBE)

TW: Implied Child SA and sad stuff.

Important notes:

Hi there, I'm UTBE or Evans and this is an original short story I made with a not so original idea. This is only a draft and this actually means a lot to me, so I would appreciate it if you didn't repost without permission or say this story is yours. Also feel free to listen to the song bellow while reading, since I think it fits most with this story.

Thank you and enjoy!

So in the story, a character we will call 'Present' finds themselves on a Cliffside near the sea and its almost sun down. There, Present finds a younger version of themselves and they decide to go to them. They sit down and start conversing with 'Little them', talking about their day or fun stories. But the kid keeps mentioning people who hurt Present which obviously triggers them, despite this they keep talking.

Soon into the conversation, the kid mentions they're going to have a friend come over to their place. It's all fine until the kid says the friend's name, and the Present realizes that's the name of a 'childhood' friend that sa'd them. To go further into it, Present asks the kid how old they are, and the kid says they're 5 years old. Which is the exact age Present got sa'd by the friend.

So, Present obviously tries and convinces Kid to no longer be friends with them. They keep trying this, even though if they succeed they will no longer exist. But the kid refuses since that friend is their best friend and the kid just met Present so they don't trust them completely. Soon, the kid's mom calls them for its time to leave. Present and the kid say their final goodbyes as they will never see eachother again.

As the kid dissapears into the distance, Present looks out onto the horizon with the sun setting.

Then they speak to themselves as if they're talking to the kid.

"I would've given you the whole world, even my life for you to exist.

You smile and play with no worry or guilt, you're not ridden by anything.

Your mind was pure and full of good intentions for others, you never wished anything bad to happen to anyone.

You loved to tell stories, make others happy, and make your family proud.

You don't deserve the things that are going to happen to you, I wish...our childhood wasn't killed off so early.

I would've done anything just to see you grow up happily, even if it meant me dying.

You deserved the world, you deserved better."

Tears fall down slowly from their face as the sun sets quickly, signifying how fast their childhood went and how long their trauma will stay with them in their life.

The end.

#short story #story #original story #sad thoughts #sad poem #sad quotes #sad poetry #original character #original art #original poem #original post #Spotify

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heretherebedork · 2 years

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Not to ruin any one’s morning with a discussion on my personal worst part of BL (fan service), but does anyone have any idea what nonsense is going on with the PlusMinus actors? Because I’ve seen some posts here and on Reddit, and there’s some information missing about this whole situation.

So, a few months ago, I got a community post recommendation from a BL compilation channel, saying congrats to MaxHao for actually dating. And I was obviously like: ugh, please no, we can’t feed into this guys. Now, what the comments actually said was that during a Instagram live someone asked the typical ‘are you really dating’ question (ugh) and one of the actors said “yes”. Like full stop. I checked to make sure this channel hasn’t posted this before for BL couples, and they hadn’t.

However, I couldn’t find the live (I didn’t look very hard). And people in their comments were mentioning it, and they were reposting stuff congratulating them, but their accounts seemed pretty typical to me. I hate even saying this, but nothing looked out of place for typical fan service. I did think their reposts focused a lot more on their relationship outside of the show as opposed to liking character edits, but, you know, whatever floats your boat and gets you those followers

But there wasn’t the huge expolsion in BL world that I would have expected to see if two actors openly said they were dating. So, I was like, whelp, looks like we’ve found another awful side of fan service.

But now it actually seems to be causing a stir and I’m slightly worried? My concerns about fan service always go back to how it will set precedents for future actors, who will now think to build fan bases they have to sacrifice their personal lives and feed into fantasies of their audiences.

Especially for a couple from Taiwan, who usually hasnt gone as far as Thailand with their fan service, I would hate to see this become the norm.

(I also hate that I’m even thinking about this. Because what kind of environment am I in where someone’s Instagram is them reposting ‘congrats on your relationship’ and I’m like “but is it really a relationship thou?”

Yeah.

I don't know anything about this, I will be honest.

I have no idea.

I try to stay out of actor's personal lives as much as possible beyond making sure I'm respecting their pronouns, identities and comfort levels.

I have seen a bit of this linked around, though very little, and it is... wild.

I don't know what's going on, I don't really want to know.

They're real people.

Actors are allowed to date or not date or... whatever.

It is a scary precedent in terms of fan expectations if this turns out to be a joke. But that's just... scary in general. Fans can be very, very scary.

Unless the two actors come out and announce it themselves, publicly, I will make no assumptions. None. Ever.

Actors are REAL PEOPLE.

They are not fiction, they are not to be theorized about, they're not to be assumed.

They are actual, real human beings with lives.

I just... look, if they're dating? great! if they're not dating? also great! if they're faking dating to try to please fans? fuck that. if they're faking dating because the production company thinks it makes them worth more? double fuck that.

Ugh.

This is one of my most real dislikes in the fandom.

It's shockingly easy for fans to stop thinking of actors as people and to think of them more like objects, like toys... and I can't stand it.

#criticism #negative #ugh i don't know #sorry anon i don't follow actors as people #at all #ever #they are people and that's enough for me

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jess-moloney · 5 months

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"The only reason to keep doing this is some sort of fraud or scam or money laundering because obviously the business doesn’t exist because it’s profitable."

This has to be some sort of fraud or laundering scam. Where she is using people possibly Renell and even Jamie to make connections, invest in this business model. In the guise that this will one day become some luxury brand. it is weird that you have Bella Hadid of all people remove the posts of her wearing your merchandise. I would be so embarrassed. Jess seems the type to pitch "ideas" to people that are connected to Renell or Jamie. She tries to get them to invest in the business by showing them her stolen content. They don't realize what they are getting into. Who knows how much she scammed Jamie with. Not only money wise. Who knows what lies and manipulation she did. There is no way this business is existing this long without making a profit.

Anything I read about money laundering I get things like "Items that are obviously overpriced with no tangible value" or "the business appears to have no customers but has been running for years". I mean...there are so many red flags something is wrong with this business. Whether it's entirely Jess's fault, Renell's part of it, or what's going on I don't know.

Jess seems like she would definitely convince people she knows stuff she doesn't know, or talk a big game she can't back up. There's no better proof to this than how that Ice Studios booth turned out. Then again, if that is the case then she must believe she can handle a huge project (even though she's never actually done one).

What's more bizarre is that this is a woman who did work for a successful management company. She went to parties all the time. She's also been to however many conventions with Jamie. Even if Renell never speaks to her about anything business-related, how could she attend these events and have literally no idea how to set up a booth for a convention? I'm just baffled by how bad that was. Even on short notice that was atrocious. I can't believe someone, a business professional, could not have done better in a week than what Jess put together.

This is only assuming that (for some reason) they were on standby and didn't have the booth the whole time. Well, Jess knew for at least a week that this was going to happen. If you Google the term "overnight banner printing" tonnes of options come up. If you Google "how to set up a vendors booth" tonnes of advice comes up. This first article that comes up doesn't even say you have to spend a lot of money.

Jess is part of this artist collective, of creative people, she owns 50% of the business and she couldn't do better than 90% blank walls, framed pictures that no one bothered to hang up, a huge black couch, and one rack of clothes that held 3 skirts, 3 hoodies, and 10 pairs of overpriced sunglasses? This woman thought that would be adequate next to dozens of booths that were seriously well planned out? Did she even look at the other booths from that convention? Did she look at her booth and go "Well mine was clearly the best"?

I want to honestly know what her thought process in this is. How she thought, that booth, compared to literally any other booth at that same convention was anywhere close to being as good or on par with her booth. Why she'd take any credit for it. Why that person would tag her and call her an "angel" for her help. Why she would repost that. Why she would admit to being any part of this in public for any reason? Does she really think she's that great? If she does then she has such an incredibly massive ego I'm surprised she doesn't collapse under the weight of it.

#jess moloney #ice studios #mail

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sweetsncandies · 9 months

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and still nobody wants me (still nobody wants me)

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All he could do is sigh in defeat.

"What can I say?" He looked at the clouds above, rain pouring lightly. "I lost in every way possible."

(Reposted from ao3, if you want to read it there, click here)

[Part 1]

"Ah, I see." He stared at the sun as he floated high above the clouds, feeling the wind on his skin. "I was a nobody after all."

The moment he got back down to land, the first thing he did was gaze at what was a pile of rubble. A whole school got fixed as if nothing had happened . At this point, he wondered how powerful Kageyama is— or whatever that was — since the other esper could rebuild something so easily to the point one might wonder if it was a figment of their imagination. He tried to approach Kageyama, trying to clear the air after what had happened.

Losing was quite embarrassing one might say, especially when you're stripped butt naked in front of what used to be your goons. He had honestly forgotten about it, feeling the chilly breeze at this realization. He tried to salvage what was left of his dignity as his acquaintances fled.

"Heh. See Kageyama? You were right. Without our ESP, we're left with noth-" He began to speak, but he was interrupted by the people that Kageyama came with. Maybe they were his friends, seeing as they asked about Kageyama's well-being. He watched as Kageyama assured them. Is that what friends are like?

All he could do is sigh in defeat.

"What can I say?" He looked at the clouds above, rain pouring lightly. "I lost in every way possible."

My God, I'm so lonely

So I open the window

To hear sounds of people

It was a miracle that his bag survived the fight, but then again Kageyama was a miracle by himself. He picked it up, dusted it off, and searched for his wallet. It was a walk of shame going to the nearest clothing shop, in hopes that he'll get clothes to cover him before walking the long route to his apartment, which would be much worse in his opinion.

He was as discreet as he can, wearing said clothes without anyone seeing him, in perfect timing before the plebi- person at the counter returned. He dried himself with a small towel he had in his bag and settled on a pink sweater with green accents, with some random leggings he found. He paid of course, as he stepped outside, the rain still pouring. He tried to find an umbrella within his bag, thankfully having one this time and walked to his apartment.

He felt a little lightheaded.

Venus, planet of love

Was destroyed by global warming

Did its people want too much, too?

Did its people want too much?

It takes time for the consequences to set in.

He nearly collapsed as he entered his apartment, his legs giving out as his vision blackens once and a while. It was as if a switch had been activated, his headache worsened, throbbing painfully as he tried to crawl to the fridge to get water. He'd caught a glimpse of himself on its shiny surface, in a state that he would call himself pathetic, but he didn't care at the moment. All he could focus on is the pain he was feeling right now, feeling weak as if all his energy was snapped out of him all at once. Is this what losing actually feels like? He hasn't lost a battle since he was a child, counting Claw, as losing would obviously get him killed by them.

He managed to get to his medicine cabinet, pulling out a thermometer and checking his temperature. When he saw the numbers as it beeped, he wasn't surprised. He had dealt with his fair share of fevers before, but not this bad. Overusing his ESP while walking in the rain with nothing to wear was not a good combination at all. He popped a pill and swallowed, his headache lessened a bit, just enough for him to get a towel to put over his forehead and to lie down on his bed.

He closed his eyes and drifted off. He's just going to sleep it off just like before.

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

He stared at the ceiling as it looked as if it was mocking him.

The next day had come and his fever had still not gone down. He still felt miserable, burning as if it was a punishment for merely existing yet cold at the same time, colder than days when he wished he wasn't alone. He swallowed another pill to lessen his headache, hoping it would be fixed the next day. He called the school about his absence. It was quite weird hearing his own voice, he sounded so miserable, his throat becoming sore overnight, a pang of ache every time he spoke a word, he managed his best to speak through the pain.

He glanced at his phone again, not one ping at all, no get well soon or how are you feeling messages at all. He figured that word had spread across the school, that he was defeated and his reputation was in shambles. He sighed, exhausted as he drifted off to dreamland once again.

He is as pathetic as he thought.

And I know no one will save me

I just need someone to kiss

Give me one good honest kiss

And I'll be alright

The day is excruciatingly slow but he had managed to go through it. It was horrible, his head felt like it was splitting in half every time he did something trivial, even as small as opening cup noodles or drinking water, his knees felt like giving out whenever he tried to replace the water to wet the blanket on his forehead, and he felt like passing out any minute.

He's sure of it now, this is a punishment for acting like he had. It was a punishment for being arrogant and full of himself. It was a punishment for surviving this long, it was a punishment for being stubborn.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody

...He just wished someone cared.

I've been big and small

And big and small

And big and small again

And still nobody wants me

Still nobody wants me

He remembered the first time he had to take care of a fever by himself, he was nine, just a day after Claw had attacked again. His concussion had gotten worse, the room was spinning and he felt sick, the feeling was unforgettable, thinking that it would be the worst fever he'll ever have— the present had proved him wrong obviously— he didn't know what to do, it was a few hours in before he had found medicine to drink, and it tasted disgusting but he had no choice.

He tossed and turned. He hopes Claw won't attack today.

And I know no one will save me

I'm just asking for a kiss

Give me one good movie kiss

And I'll be alright

"..Mom.." He called out. He's sure he's quite delirious at this point. "..Mom.." He called out again, this time barely mumbling it. It was as if he was a small child again, reaching out for comfort, as if waiting for his mom to suddenly open the door like he had been waiting for her to do all these years, to engulf him in a tight hug and apologize, never leaving his side ever again. His apartment won't be as empty, having someone greeting him home every single day with a smile, cooking warm meals as she would say that she was proud of him, that he had done his best to survive even without her. He knew that it was meaningless daydreaming but despite everything he couldn't help but miss his mom. He only wanted someone, anyone to genuinely care for him.

Tears finally fell, as he sobbed for the warmth he once had as he shivered, cold and lonely.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody

The fever was finally over. He felt as if a truck had hit him, but it was better than feeling horrible all the time. He glanced around the room, with scattered cup noodles on one corner and a basin of water spilled on the floor. His stomach rumbled, he supposed he really couldn't live on noodles alone, he quickly made soup to eat after three days of being miserable. He looked at his reflection on his spoon, barely recognizing the person he saw. His hair was still shaved down in the middle, looking like a man in his 50s with a receding hairline. After cleaning up the mess around him, he opens his closet.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody (nobody)

(Nobody, nobody)

"Look at that dude's head!"

"Ew!"

He ignored the comments about his hair as he walked by. It was tall like an overgrown bush, it wasn't something he would wear out in public before, priding himself with his fluffy and well-taken hair, and that makes it perfect. He had gotten used to having people's eyes on him, and this time it wasn't pure praise or jealousy. It was refreshing, he felt like he could breathe fresh air in his newfound freedom, he no longer needed to feel as if he was superior to anyone, he didn't need to conform to the high standards of being special. He didn't care about them anymore, no matter how much they laughed at him.

"Hey, you." He called out to the boy with spiky hair. There was something familiar that he could sense on him, not to mention he looked familiar as well.

"What do you want?" The boy answered back. It was just like confronting himself from the past, and honestly, it was giving him a bit of second-hand embarrassment.

"I think that's enough. You'll regret it if you keep doing this." He continued, even when hearing the sounds of pictures being taken, "You think you're amazing just because you have powers, you're wrong." He spread out his arms, like some dramatic speech, "Let me give you advice, don't live relying on ESP." He spoke out loud, just like what Kageyama did. ESP might've helped him survive, but it had gone to his head until one particular esper had grounded him back to reality.

"Are you an esper? I don't know who you are, but I don't like getting lectures from strangers."

He felt him reaching for his power, so what else to do but give him what he wants? He took his hand, "I'm Hanazawa Teruki, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, then he smiled.

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, no

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