#and the lady that helped me pick out new glasses was really nice and helped me out and told me which ones she liked on me

[kiddokori]

doctor office workers love me for my polite tones and sense of whimsy

#had an eye exam and they did a bunch of new shit cuz i havent been in a few years #like they did the normal shit they did the slides and the lights and the letters #but they also numbed my corneas w this yellow eyedrop stuff and everything turned yellow for a minute #and then they took this bright as little pinpoint light and got it reaaaally close to my eye #and after i was like man that got so close i thought it was gonna touch my eye lol #and the lady said oh it did thats why i numbed you. i just dont tell people their first time so they dont get squeamish #and i went well! thats very cool now that ive done it and know it feels like nothing but yes i probably wouldve been squeamish thank you #and then the doctor came in and was like ok follow the pen and i was tryjng not to giggle because it felt so silly like. idk #and i told him i was like sorry if this is weird but im very tickled about this whole process like its fun to me its interesting i feel like #a little kid its neat #and he was like well im glad you’re enjoying yourself now read these tiny ass letters #he was cool he thought it was funny #and the lady that helped me pick out new glasses was really nice and helped me out and told me which ones she liked on me #(i ended up going w the ones she liked because i also liked them theyre cool it was fun) #interacting with random people makes me feel so well adjusted and normal like this is what its all about. #just having fun being a little kooky at the eye doctor. thats what im here for #my eyes are so sensitive now tho and its bright as fuck outside #theres no clouds and snow on the ground so im being bombarded by reflected light #i am under fucking attack

[inkskinned]

i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.

i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.

what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.

so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.

and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and yeah sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.

and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.

#does this even MAKE SENSE!!!!! #writeblr #btw what im trying to express in that first sentence is EXPLICITLY the feeling of logging off therapy to immediately go back to work #like :) haha!

[llamagoddessofficial]

Bro you actually got me wanting to marry farm sans 😭 he's so out of my league though. What a man. I like that the whole community wants them to get together too, sans is one of their boys, they gotta have his back and hype him up a little!! I just know there's a monster in town who's offered to plan the wedding for sans, and old ladies love gossiping and playing matchmaker if left to their own devices

"dangit. you found my hiding place before i did."

You jumped, glancing up and over your shoulder, distracted from staring out into the dark. But you relaxed once you saw who it was.

"Ah, sorry." You didn't actually want to move. You immediately felt better for Sans being there, even despite the events that had just transpired, some of your wound-up stress leaking away. "I can go find a new place to cower from socialising,"

"nah, this is fine." Sans sat down on the step, right beside you, letting out a relaxed sigh. He held out a glass of monster champagne to you - you (obviously) accepted. "s'more than enough room for two."

He was right. The beautiful little veranda was spacious enough for a whole party of people. It just so happened that the party had retreated indoors, now that night had fallen. From your spot sat on the edge of the veranda, you could faintly see the lights of the rest of the village, the muffled murmur of the dinner party going on in the house behind you not quite enough to mask the sound of the wind rustling the grass.

You fiddled with the glass. Sans' knee was almost touching yours. He smelled warm, comforting.

"Nice party." You mumbled.

Sans leant back slightly. "yeah. dinner is always good when felinus is hosting."

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but it's much nicer than Theodore's."

"i know he's a dolphin. but still don't get why he only served seafood."

...

You looked at him, and those pretty green eyelights focused onto you.

"So... are you also running away from the matchmaking?"

Sans' smile dropped - then he let out a somewhat pained noise, leaning forward and putting his skull in his hands. You couldn't help but giggle.

"m'so sorry," he groaned. The tension in the air had eased now that you'd finally broached the subject.

"It's fine. Really." You nudged him with your elbow. "It's just old ladies having a laugh. It's probably the most entertainment they've had in a long time."

He rubbed his face. "i know, i know. i just... stars, they're so pushy. it's mortifying watchin' them corner you like that."

You recalled the slight jump of fear you'd had when a cohort of delighted elderly bunnies had seemingly materialised out of thin air in the party to determinedly tell you it was such a shame a 'delightful human like you' was single. They then heavily reiterated how single Sans was, how much he clearly liked you, and what a 'lovely young man' he was.

"They can be strong-willed. That's for sure."

Sans sat up, but seemingly couldn't look at you. "i don't want you to feel some typa way about me because of them."

"... Some way?"

"i know yer anxious to fit into the community." He picked at the fraying sleeves of his knitted blue sweatshirt. "i don't want you to feel... like you have to date me, if you want to be accepted. you can date who you want. or not date. or whatever. i dunno,"

Oh. Your heart fluttered in your chest a little. "I don't feel like that at all."

He eventually looked at you, sheepish. "you sure?"

"Yeah." You waved your hand, eager to cheer him up. "They can be a bit pushy, sure. But it's all in good fun, right? It's not like they're chasing us into a church with shotguns. The worst they've done is very obviously set us up as dance partners at the festival."

A wave of relief seemed to pass over him. "or get us walkin' opposite ways 'round the market so we'll bump into each other."

"Besides." You smiled. "If they like me enough to try to set me up with someone they know, must mean I'm 'in'. So I'm all sorted on the community infiltration front."

He softened even more, nudging your knee with his. "that's true. they love ya. they'll like ya whether or not they've harassed you into datin' me."

"Not like I'd need to be harassed into that anyway."

...

Sans seemed to realise what you'd said before you did. His eyelights, in an instant, were double their usual size

...

"... what'd you say?" He was staring at you.

...

... You could feel the heat creeping over your face, neck and ears. Your mouth had instantly glued itself shut. You didn't answer his question - you just stared at your untouched champagne glass.

...

"SANS! HUMAN!"

Both of you jumped, this time, you felt the cold champagne splash out of the glass and onto your hand as you dropped it entirely. When the two of you turned around, Papyrus seemed just as startled by your reactions as you were to him; he was stood just outside the door, car keys in his hand.

"P-Papyrus!" "bro,"

Papyrus, immediately, gave you and Sans a shifty look. But he quickly covered it up again.

"WE SHOULD HEAD OUT NOW, HUMAN, IF WE WANT TO DROP YOU HOME BEFORE MIDNIGHT."

You and Sans quickly stood, bolt upright, at the same time.

"You-"

"i'll go say goodbye to everyone. you two get the car backed out."

"Sure. Sure,"

Before you could say anything else to him, Sans had hurried past his brother, back into the house. Papyrus watched him head inside with visible confusion written across his face.

...

"... HUMAN," Papyrus glanced at you. "WHAT DID MY BROTHER SAY TO YOU?"

"Uh, I'll..." You fiddled with your hair. "I'll, m, I'll tell you in the car."

#llama writes

[writercole]

Cat's Out of the Bag

Summary: Jake has secrets Words: 1500ish Warnings: angsty-ish, twist, found family, Jake Seresin. A/N: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM THAT I HAVE MUSES FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN CHARLES LECLERC RIGHT NOW. A/N 2: Enjoy this word vomit that took all of 30 minutes to write.

Jake Seresin sat quietly at the bar, his fingers twirling the short glass of whiskey in front of him. The behavior struck the entire bar as out of character, the blond pilot’s general demeanor being loud, boastful, and needing to be the center of attention.

“What’s wrong with him?” Rooster whispered to Coyote.

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

“Coyote, you’re his best friend. You know more than any of the rest of us will ever hope to know. What is wrong with Hangman?”

Coyote sighed as he looked over at the man seated at the bar. He knew there were things the team didn’t know, things Jake didn’t want them to know. But the pleading stares of their co-workers wore him down. “His wife left.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Rooster stammered.

The only one in the group unfazed by the news of the cocky pilot’s spouse was Bob, something that didn’t shock Coyote at all.

“So you’re telling me,” Phoenix started, setting her beer down, “that not only has Bagman been married this whole time, but now he’s pouting at the bar because she’s gone?”

“He’s never mentioned a wife, though,” Fanboy commented.

“I can’t believe he’d do that to his wife,” Payback scoffed. “No wonder she left.”

“Do what to her?” Coyote questioned, his tone defensive as he squared his shoulders.

“The women, the drinking, you know, his basic weekend,” Payback clarified.

“The women he never left with? The ones he bought a drink for and sent to someone else? The max of two beers he nursed through the night while buying us multiple rounds?” Coyote rebutted, his temper flaring as he stared down the other pilot.

“We never actually saw anything besides talking,” Bob added with a shrug.

“Not only are you telling us that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is not the ladies man he pretended to be, but that he’s married.” Fanboy shook his head and swallowed a mouthful of beer as he processed the information.

“I’m honestly surprised no one else picked up on it,” Coyote shrugged, relaxing a little after Bob took his side.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Phoenix asked.

“Not my place to tell. Besides, Jake asked me for discretion.”

“And you, Bob?”

“No one asked me. Besides, I don’t like betraying my friends’ confidence.”

“They knew you know?!” Fanboy stared, slack-jawed at the quiet backseater, mentally running through all of their conversations for any mention of the crucial detail.

“She’s got a killer brownie recipe,” Bob squeaked as his cheeks reddened with the attention focused on him.

“What are we going to do?” Rooster sighed as he watched his rival toss a bill on the counter and leave his unfinished drink.

“I have an idea,” Phoenix smirked.

Jake sighed as he put away the last plate. Seven o’clock on a Saturday morning and he had worked out for two hours, cooked and ate breakfast, showered, and cleaned the entire house.

He always had trouble sleeping alone.

His brows furrowed when he heard a knock on the front door. His muscles tensed and he crept forward quietly, shaking his head and relaxing when he saw who was there.

“Hey Jake!” a chorus greeted as he opened the door to his squad.

“Guys, what are you doing here?” Jake questioned, his eyes boring into Coyote’s forehead as his best friend actively avoided his gaze.

“Coyote mentioned what happened a few days ago and Phoenix – oof – we decided to come hang out for the day,” Rooster explained with the help of Phoenix’s elbow.

“Guys, really, it’s fine -”

“We aren’t leaving until after lunch at the earliest,” Phoenix interrupted.

Jake regarded the brunette carefully before stepping aside and allowing his friends into his home. “Shoes,” he barked to the four who weren’t already removing their footwear.

“Nice place you have here Ba- Jake,” Fanboy complimented as he took in the bright spaces.

“Thanks. It’s small but it’s home,” Jake replied. “Living room’s through here.” He led them to a spacious room with vaulted ceilings, built in bookcases framing a large television set.

“Call of Duty?” He asked as he picked up a controller and powered on a gaming console.

Payback was quick to pick up the second controller and settle into an armchair. “Man, we live Call of Duty. You got Madden?”

“Do I have Madden? Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Phoenix and Rooster shared a look of relief at the almost immediate improvement in their friend’s mood.

Several hours and a coffee table covered in snacks later, Jake was yelling instructions at Bob on which buttons to press to run a play that would win the match against Phoenix.

The overlapping voices in the room were so loud that they didn’t hear the door open and shut.

“Jakey, what is all of this?” An amused voice called out over the ruckus.

“Baby, you’re back!” Jake shouted as he vaulted across the room, leaping over bodies like a golden retriever to scoop the woman up in his arms and twirl her around. His lips met hers as her feet dangled off the ground, the pair of them oblivious to the way all noise had stopped.

“Jake, please put me down. I’m getting sick!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized as he set her feet back on the floor.

“Will someone please explain what’s going on?” Fanboy said.

“Hi, I’m Jake’s wife,” she giggled as Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You must be the rest of his squad. Fanboy, Phoenix, Payback and...Chicken? Right?”

Jake stifled his laughter with her shoulder as Rooster gawked at her. “Rooster, not chicken.”

“I’m so sorry,” she blurted. “I just hadn’t been able to put faces to the names Jake always mentioned.”

“Coyote said you left,” Rooster stated.

“Yeah, I had to go home for a few days for a dress fitting. Jake’s sister is getting married next month.”

“Is everything else okay?” Jake questioned, taking her attention back to him.

“Yeah, your mom sends her love. Gran can’t wait. You know, everyone so excited for everything.”

“Did Leah agree to our idea?”

“Oh my god she’s thrilled, Jake! I wish you could have seen her face! As maid of honor and best man, we’ll do a joint speech at the rehearsal.”

“And the other thing?”

“Of course she and Derek agreed!”

“Hey, uh, there’s five –“ Rooster stopped and looked at Bob who seemed like he would melt into the couch with relief – “okay, four very confused squad mates here need to know what the fuck is going on.”

“Can I? PLEASE JAKE!?” she pleaded as she turned to face her husband. He nodded slightly and she squealed, planting a kiss to his cheek before rushing out of the room.

“Coyote, what did you tell them?” Jake asked as he took in the faces of his friends around the room.

“I said your wife left,” Coyote shrugged.

“That’s ALL he said!” Payback shouted.

“Bob, you didn’t tell them either?”

“BOB KNEW?!”

“Bob is technically family at this point. My sister, Leah, is marrying his brother, Derek,” Jake explained as his wife came back with a small bundle.

She handed Jake a box and unfurled a piece of cloth, grinning as gasps rang out around the room.

“Coming soon...baby Seresin,” Rooster read aloud.

“You’re pregnant!” Phoenix exclaimed, crossing the room to give her congratulations up close.

“So...you’re married, your wife didn’t leave you for good, and she’s having your kid?” Fanboy scrunched his face as he attempted to process the information he’d been given in such a small amount of time.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Jake confirmed with a grin, his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as Phoenix begged for details.

“Jake, baby, why don’t we throw something on the grill for everyone?” she asked as she looked up at him.

“If that’s what you want, absolutely,” he responded with a kiss to her head.

“It would be nice to get to know everyone. Now that all of the cats are out of their respective bags.”

“You’re going to make me socialize outside of work with them, aren’t you?” Jake pouted.

“Well, we already see Bob and Javy all the time. We might as well throw in the rest as well.”

Jake groaned dramatically, smiling when he saw how happy the idea made her. “Fine. Coyote, you’re coming to the store with me. Bob, you keep her off of her feet.”

“I’m not telling her what to do,” Bob balked.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she cooed as she turned his face to her and kissed his lips again. “I will sit down in that chair and not move until it’s time for dinner.”

“Good.”

“Sorry for letting the cat out of the bag, man,” Coyote  apologized, clapping his shoulder.

“Maybe I should have done it sooner,” Jake mused. “It seems to make her happy to have another girl around.”

Jake slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys, turning back before stepping out of the door. These people may not be blood, but they were his family.

#writercole #jake seresin #top gun maverick #tgm #glen powell #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman seresin

[smilesstyless]

imagine older harry:

- making dinner for you after a hard day and a nice make out sesh in the bubble bath, and a massage that leads to more

- him getting jealous when you attend a party with people your age and gives you hickeys in the bathroom so everyone knows you belong to him!

- you’re picking up crocheting and he comes home and finds yarn (or whatever is used) all over the living room and you’re very focused on it. after he comes up to you, you guys make dinner together. FAST FORWARD WEEKS LATER: she surprises him with a cute blanket with hearts all over and he loves it + tears up

i am such a bad writer but have many ideas lmao. i hope these help you write about older!harry!!

all the love <3

Thank you for all the ideas, I’ll definitely write the others too

Wordcount: 700+

Trigger warnings: a bit angst, jealousy

“Are you going to tell me why you look so breathtaking? I would bend you over this table right now,” y/n smiles shyly. She gets all shy when Harry says stuff like that. They do it most of the time, but the breathtaking is something she never heard from her boyfriend.

“I’m going to a party. Is that okay?” She looks at the ground, she doesn't know how he will react to these questions.

Harry tilts her head up, “You’re not asking me for permission, do you?” He looks shocked. He presses a kiss on her lips, “Never do that again, you don’t have to ask me,” he whispers against her lips.

“I just thought—”

“Stop thinking, enjoy yourself a bit,” he rests his hands on her hips. “Should I come with you?” She nodded her head once again shyly.

•••

Y/n enjoys the party, Harry is sitting at the bar and drinking a glass of scotch. She walks over to her lover, he can already say she’s tipsy. She is dancing with a few of her friends, they thought it would be a good idea to have some fun. He understands she’s always so exhausted from work or is hanging out with Harry.

“H, that’s my new friend,” she held the hand of a guy. “His name is Miles,” she smiles proudly at the new friend.

“Hi mate,” he waves to him.

“Excuse us for a second,” Harry places his glass on the counter, resting his hand on her lower back. Harry walks forward to the bathroom.

“You don’t have to be jealous,” she smiles.

“I’m not jealous, he’s younger. What if something happens to you?” He raises an eyebrow. He opens the door for y/n then he gets in.

Her back rests against the cold wall, she wraps her arms around his neck, and her hands are in his Harry. Harry presses sloppy kisses onto her neck. “I don’t want you to be around guys your age,” he breathes against your neck, his breath hitting your skin.

“God, you’re so jealous.” She mumbles. He sucks harshly on your neck. His grip on her hips tightened. “I won’t hook up with any of them, you’re my boyfriend,” he licks over the fresh hickey. Harry sucks one more hickey onto her neck. “If this is about—”

“Stop talking,” he mutters. Of course, it was about his ex, he didn't want to get hurt again. He wants to be with her, marry her and maybe have kids. He fell so hard for her. Harry relaxes, he wipes with the back of his hand his spit away. On his lips is a huge smile as he sees what he did. Y/n walks over to the mirror in the little restroom, she touches the marks he made.

“How am I supposed to hide them?” She looks through the mirror into his eyes. “You’re a jerk, and stop with the cocky smirk,” she slaps his chest.

“I don’t like your tone young lady,” he whispers into her ear.

“Shut up, you’re marking me, like I’m yours,” she spits out.

“You are mine,” he mutters. He leaves the bathroom. It takes y/n a while to get out, she wipes with her fingertips over the marks some of them hurt.

She walks out of the restroom, she places herself next to Harry. “I’m sorry,” he isn’t used to apologizing to someone, especially y/n. He wants her to be happy but she is upset.

“Save it, Styles,” she takes a sip from his scotch.

“No, I’m really sorry. I am just scared you’ll find someone better, I have always this fear I might be too old for you,” he rubs his thumb over her hickeys. “Do they hurt?” He asks softly.

“Some of them, you’re not too old. H you have the right age for me,” he kisses his cheek. “May I?” She points at the dance floor.

“Don’t ask for my permission.” She walks back to her friends.

“I love you,” he mumbles. Y/n didn’t hear what he said to her. He just wanted to tell her for so long, but he didn't have the ball, he still doesn't have the balls, and that's why he whispers into himself.

Lane looks at her neck, she’s searching for Harry. As he sees him she smiles at him.

#older!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry fanfic #harry styles au #harry styles fic rec #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles concept #harry angst #harry styles drabble #harry styles one shot #harry styles boyfriend #harry styles fanfiction #harry writing #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader

[mercurygray]

Still working on the 'rules' of this end of the universe, but I think we're getting a good start on The Darkening Sky: MOTA.

"Looks like we've got a couple of ladies around," Gale said, lightly curious as a couple of the ground crews zipped by in jeeps, all chapped faces and pigtails.

"Lousy with 'em," Egan reported, sounding none too pleased about it. "Air crew, ground crew, weatherwomen. I wish that Warren woman had fucking stayed home."

"You know she's from Wyoming?" Gale said, mostly to DeMarco. "Her grandfather was the state governor."

"I don't care if he was the goddamn president of the United States," Egan interjected angrily. "Having women over here ain't helping us do shit."

"What's this - John Egan has a bad opinion of the fairer sex?" Gale could only smile. "John, has someone hurt you since I've seen you last?"

"No," Egan said, though he still sounded mighty sore about it. "We've got a lady looey running the control tower who's a goddamn pain in my ass."

Gale exchanged a look with DeMarco and raised his eyebrows, and DeMarco grinned back. Oh, so that's how it is.

Egan began to drive them back, giving them the tour as they went - runway, taxiway, hard stands - and finally the control tower, checkerboarded against the sky. Egan parked the jeep and took the stairs two at a time up to the observation level. There were four women, stationed inside the glasshouse, each of them wearing headsets and watching the runway from their stations. The single woman standing turned around and glimpsed the three of them through the glass, her neutral face deepening into a frown before she excused herself and stepped outside to the tower's observation deck. (She looked like she was ready to run interference, the way she was standing between Egan and the door.)

But Egan, it seemed, was ready, his hands already up, "Don't shoot, I'm just giving the new fellows a tour. Buck, Ben, this Lieutenant Callaway, our Control Officer. Lieutenant Callaway, this is Major Gale Cleven, and Captain Benny DeMarco."

The lieutenant nodded, keeping her arms firmly crossed over her chest. She was around their age, with dark hair pulled back into a tight roll and was wearing trousers - practical, probably, for the wind they got up here. She had a way of standing that told Buck that she was not in the business of being easily moved - and staring down John with an expression that could only mean that the pain in the ass feeling was mutual. "Sir."

"Does Lieutenant Callaway have a first name, or do you just not feel like being neighborly with it?" Gale asked, trying to be pleasant, looking between the two of them with faint but growing interest.

"It's Cordelia, but I think Lieutenant will be just fine, for now, Major."

Gale nodded, filing that away with John's earlier remarks. "Heard and acknowledged, Lieutenant. Nice to put a face with a voice after the landing. Looking forward to working with you."

Callaway nodded, and returned to her post, though she continued glancing over her shoulder until she was convinced they were all really leaving.

"She seems nice," DeMarco ventured, glancing again at Cleven as they headed down the stairs and back to Egan's jeep.

Egan scoffed. "Nice, ha. She's a goddamn iceberg. Had me written up for handing out a few compliments to her crew one night - said I was unprofessional, and a threat to group morale."

"The way you go through girls, Bucky, you would be," DeMarco said with a grin. "They take stuff like that personally, you know."

Egan rolled his eyes. "Remind me why the hell I'm friends with you jokers?" He looked at the two of them and scowled at two very knowledgeable smiles. "Oh, get out of my jeep. You're walking back." He picked up Gale's flight bag and pitched it out of the front seat, giving DeMarco just enough time to grab his before he'd shifted the jeep into gear and roared off on his own.

"He'll be fine in an hour," Gale predicted, hefting his flight bag back over his shoulder so that he and Benny could continue their long walk back down the airfield towards the dispersal huts and crew quarters.

DeMarco watched the jeep disappear down the runway and scoffed. "So how long do you think he's wanted to fuck her?"

Gale grinned, entertained that it was that obvious to someone else, too. "Since the minute they met, I think." And I get the sense she's not the kind to fall for easy charm.

--

If you liked meeting Cord, you'll love reading more about 'that Warren woman' who is currently in my Band of Brothers fanfic The Darkening Sky. You can read the whole thing on AO3.

#cord #tds cinematic universe #cordelia callaway #is this a blind date? #could be! #also I really really think i did good with egan and cleven's voices here #masters of the air spoilers

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: requested by anon! thank you so much!!

Warnings: none??

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You are madly in love with Sihtric, your CEO, but he's blind to the qualities of his assistant, until you had enough of his behaviour.

wordcount: 1,6k

Masterlist

'You're such a jerk!'

'Yes,' you ran after him in your heels.

********************

'Did you make the call to London?' Sihtric asked, walking fast, adjusting his cufflinks.

'Set an appointment with Alfred?'

'That too.'

'Did you send Aethelwold the memo that he's fired?'

'Yep, all done, boss.'

Sihtric abruptly stopped walking, fixing his tie in the reflection of the glass door of his office, and you almost bumped into him.

'Did you send that woman flowers?' Sihtric asked, his mismatched eyes focused on his own reflection.

'Yes,' you sighed.

'And the s-'

'Yes, and the sorry note.'

'Thanks. You're such a doll,' Sihtric winked, 'what would I do without you?' he smiled and kissed your cheek.

'Oh, I- I don't know,' you chuckled, 'dump your dates without my help perhaps?'

Sihtric laughed and walked away, into his office, and you went back to your desk, across from his office. Sihtric had been your boss for a few years now, and you were madly in love with him ever since he hired you. At first you thought he was into you, but it turned out he was just a flirt... with everyone. He treated you well, always respectful, but you were just his assistant, and nothing more. And you were also his way of telling his one night stands that a serious relationship would not work out. But you knew Sihtric was actually desperate to find someone for life. And if he only knew you were that person for him… but no. He was blind, and a fool. And later that day, when your shift was over, you saw another random lady walk into his office, who was clearly not there for business, and Sihtric closed the blinds just before the elevator doors closed in front of you, and you were heartbroken, once again.

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A few weeks later Sihtric skipped over to your desk with a grin.

'Someone's happy,' you smiled.

'Maaaybe,' Sihtric teased, 'hey, did you cut your hair?'

'W-what? Oh, eh, yeah… two weeks ago,' you blushed.

'Looks nice,' Sihtric smiled, 'your boyfriend's a lucky guy, huh?

'What? I don't have a-'

'Hey, can you do something for me?' Sihtric didn't hear you, as he only ever heard himself.

'Eh, s-sure, what is it, boss?' 

You'd do anything for him really…

'Can you make a reservation for two, for tonight, at that fancy new restaurant? I might get lucky tonight,' he winked.

… even making reservations for the man of your dreams and some girl who he'd undoubtedly bang in his office later that night.

'Oh,' you smiled weakly, 'y-yeah, sure…'

'Thank you, sweetheart.'

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You weren't sure what had gotten into your boss lately, but he seemed to date more frequently than before. And every week you watched a new girl pull him into his office by his tie, just before you went home. And every week you had to send them roses on his behalf, saying it was not them, it was him. Or whatever. And you became sick of it. Because in between his dates and one night stands, he'd always lunch with you, forcing you to listen to his complaints about not finding the right woman.

'I want someone smart, you know?' Sihtric said, stuffing his mouth while he spoke, 'like you, you're smart. I want someone smarter than me.'

'That shouldn't be that hard,' you mumbled.

Sihtric frowned and laughed.

'You're funny, did I ever tell you that?' he smiled, 'and I want that too! Someone who makes me laugh.'

You sighed, picking at your food.

'Someone who never judges me… fully accepts me,' he sighed, 'standard shit, you know what am I saying? Of course you know, you got all that. Your boyfriend's really lucky,' Sihtric smiled and got up.

'I don't have a bo-'

'Anyway,' Sihtric yawned and stretched, 'gotta head back to work. Oh, before I forget, can you do me a favour?'

'I guess…'

'Great, I'll show you upstairs.'

You watched Sihtric walk back inside the building and you followed him soon after. Upstairs, Sihtric came running to you with one of his white work blouses.

'Sooo, the favour,' he leaned in and whispered, 'how do I get lipstick stains out of this?' He showed you the stains, 'I told her not to-'

You suddenly snapped and got up, 'I fucking quit!' you yelled in his face.

You grabbed your handbag and stormed off. And Sihtric was absolutely baffled.

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Two months had passed since your abrupt departure, and you heard from some ex colleagues that Sihtric was a whole mess ever since you left.

'He doesn't know what to do.'

'He cleared his whole schedule, he can't think straight anymore.'

'I saw him cry while he was eating hot wings the other day, poor bastard, he still sits at the table you always had lunch at together, staring at the empty seat.'

'I heard he hasn't been on any dates anymore, I bet he's too weak to dump girls without your help.'

'I swear, he was wearing the exact same clothes for three days, and his hair was a mess! I'm convinced he slept in his office.'

'He looks really lonely, I'm telling you, he needs you back... at work.'

But you didn't want to just be his employee. You couldn't go back to that, it was too painful. You were so in love with him, the only way to get over him was to completely forget about him, never seeing him again. And you were thinking of moving cities, starting fresh, and your ex colleagues obviously told Sihtric, as he asked about you every day.

'Will her boyfriend move with her?' Sihtric asked, gloomy.

'What? What boyfriend?' your ex colleague frowned at your ex boss, 'she's been single as long as we've known her here at work.'

'What?!'

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Sihtric: hey

Sihtric: it's me

Sihtric: Sihtric, I mean. 

Sihtric: It's Sihtric.

Sihtric: your boss

Sihtric: … ex boss

You: I know. I have your number saved...

Sihtric: really?????

You: ……………….. Yes.

You: why are you texting me? It's late….

Sihtric: are you home?

You: what?

Sihtric: are you home right now?

You: why?

Sihtric: because I'm at your door…

'What are you doing here?!' you gasped, seeing Sihtric on your doorstep, and you quickly tied your robe. 

He looked rough, but still handsome you thought. His hair was a mess, he looked tired, his white blouse was half unbuttoned and his tie hung around loose around his neck, and he was holding a bouquet of white flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in his other.

'Hey,' he smiled weakly, 'y-you look beautiful.'

'T-thanks,' you couldn't help but smile, 'you're looking a little… rough.'

'Yeah,' he chuckled, 'sorry.' 

'Still handsome,' you said softly.

'Y-you think so?' Sihtric frowned, 'I- I mean… thanks,' he blushed, 'eh, oh, I got you flowers, and some chocolates.'

'Oh, thanks,' you smiled shyly as he handed you his presents, 'd-do you want to come in?'

'I, eh, I'd love to.'

You offered him a drink and you sat down on your couch.

'Why are you here?' you asked again.

'I… heard you're moving?'

'Well, I am considering it… no actual plans made yet.'

'Oh…'

'Yeah…'

'I also heard you don't have a boyfriend.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed, 'I've been single, way before you hired me. I told you multiple times but you just never listened.'

Sihtric stared at you.

'R-really?'

'Yeah, you never listen, Sihtric. Always busy with just yourself or whoever you're seeing that night.'

'I'm sorry… I never realised how much you mean to me, how much you do for me.'

'You had to dump your date one time without my help before you realised how much I did for you? Damn, Sihtric,' you scoffed, 'you're such a jerk!'

'I am!' he said, quickly taking your hand as you tried to walk away, 'you're right, I am a jerk. And I'm… I'm sorry, please,' he begged, 'please hear me out.'

'If you think I will work for you again, you're wrong!'

'Please, just listen.'

You cursed yourself for still being so weak for him.

'Fine,' you sighed and sat back down.

'Listen,' Sihtric said, still holding your hand, 'I… I never realised that… I,' he sighed, 'I never saw that everything I was looking for was right in front of me all these years. And I'm so sorry. I really am the biggest idiot, and I don't even deserve you. You are way too good for me, but I… I'd really like it if you'd go on a date with me.'

'You're asking me out?' you frowned.

'I am most definitely asking you out.'

'And you expect me to make the reservations?'

'Actually,' Sihtric chuckled, 'I managed to do that on my own.'

'Really?'

'Yes,' he smiled, 'at that fancy new place, tomorrow.'

You sighed and shook your head.

'Sihtric, I understand what you're doing, but I don't want to go on a date with you to a place where you've taken every other girl. It's… it's gross. I don't care about that fancy stuff, or your fancy suits or those dumb watches you always wear. If I go on a date with you, I want to see who you really are. I don't want to see just another version of my boss. Ex boss, I mean.'

'Okay, I hear you. What do you have in mind?'

'Take me to a place you never took anyone else,' you shrugged, 'I don't want to be just another repeat of a previous date.'

'Okay,' Sihtric smiled, 'I'll figure out a new place, we could still go now?'

He told you to get dressed in whatever you felt like and he walked you to his car. You drove around for almost half an hour until he suddenly stopped the car.

'Eh… It doesn't look like there's any restaurants here?' you smiled confused, 'where are you taking me?'

'You said you wanted me to take you to a place I never took any other girl,' Sihtric said, taking your hand in his, 'and that's what I'm doing.'

'I…,' you looked around, 'I- I don't understand.'

Sihtric chuckled softly, 'I'm taking you to my house, sweetheart.'

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[wonderbias]

Manipulate, Manslaughter, Malewife

Pairing: Modern! Aemond Targaryen x OC

Genre: Fun, fluff, tiny tiny tiny angst.

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual relationships, suggestive.

Words: +2.5K

A/N: So, I know a lot have been waiting for Part 3 of my other story...I've been waiting too for the ~~inspiration~~ but, meanwhile, I had this idea yesterday and thought "why not share it?" Hope you like it!

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Like every day at 8 AM the mothers of the kindergarten stood against the entrance of the institution. Some were on their phone, some were talking among themselves, and others admired their expensive manicure, but they were all waiting for the same.

Aemond Targaryen.

Finally, the silver and expensive car parked, and from it descended the Valyrian God, as many liked to call him.

Others called him a variety of names that wouldn't be appropriate saying it out loud.

Aemond went to the back door of his car and from it jumped down a small kid with his same hair color and a wide smile.

The sight made some hearts melt.

(It made some panties damper too but, let's not pay attention to that.)

Father and son walked holding hands from their car into the kindergarten, the little Rhaegar happily following his dad.

When they disappeared behind the doors, a collective sigh could be heard.

"Did you see it?" "He's so loving!" "His kid is just like him." "He only smiles when he's with Rhaegar, I saw them the other day in the supermarket."

"I'm going to ask him on a date," suddenly announced Brianna, the recently-divorcee-who-had-undergone-breast-surgery-and-a-lipo.

Every mother turned to look at her, some with disgust, some with surprise, some with admiration.

Marie finally spoke, "Sorry, but he's married. Didn't you see the wedding band?"

Brianna rolled her eyes but the one who answered was Rebecca, one of Brianna's friends who was the 'live, laugh, love' type, "No he's not! Another friend of mine works in the Civil Registration Office and tells me that there's no Mrs. Targaryen!"

Marie thought it was ridiculous how grown-up women were making little jumps like teenagers.

Obviously, Rebecca couldn't contain herself and kept talking, "Girls, he's a widower, I'm sure of it. He never mentions someone-"

"He barely talks…," Marie cuts her.

"- nobody has seen him with anyone and he doesn't have a big social life! He's perfect and, if you search, his family has millions and millions!" Rebecca stated, ignoring Marie's attempts to interrupt her.

"Shut up! He's coming," muttered Brianna, walking to the front of the group of women.

As on cue, Aemond Targaryen walked out of the building, stern face and dark glasses on. He noticed the group of women and greeted them with a slight tilt of his head.

"Ladies," he spoke, with the deep and soft tone that Marie imagined some of her favorite book characters had.

He got inside his car and, in a matter of seconds, he was on the road.

"I'm doing it, I won't die before getting a taste of that dick," Brianna announced with a face full of determination, while she adjusted her new breasts inside the tight blouse she was wearing.

Run, Aemond Targaryen, run. Marie thought.

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The ritual repeated at 1 PM.

There were a few differences though: the mothers and fathers awaited their kids, the kids ran outside to greet them and Rhaegar Targaryen was picked up by his nanny.

Marie could tell that the woman was nice and really cared for Rhaegar, but the truth was that they had never really talked beside the occasional greeting and chatting about kids. She also knew that the group of 'Cool moms', in which Brianna and Rebecca were part of, liked to treat the nanny as if she was a handmaid, and women of money didn't talk to the help.

But today was different, she thought while watching how Brianna talked with the nanny (who was looking at her interlocutor skeptically) and tried to be friendly.

She moved closer to them, to listen to their conversation and so that she could interfere in case Brianna acted like her usual self and insulted the poor woman.

"So, I was thinking, maybe we could arrange a play date with Logan and Rhaegar," suggested Brianna, in an overly sweet tone.

The nanny smiled, "Oh, I'm sure Rhaegar will love it."

"It could be this Thursday, at five? In my house?" Brianna said a little too quickly.

"Damn girl, you're a viper," Marie thought. "The only day that Aemond Targaryen picks up his kid."

"Oh," the poor woman was a little overwhelmed, she noticed. "I think it'll be fine-"

Brianna interrupted her by putting a hand on her arm, "Tell your boss, darling, and tell him to call me so we can arrange the play date." Then she handed the girl a card with her contact information, "Please, tell Mr. Targaryen to call me, I'll be awaiting his call."

She was distracted by her kid running towards her but, as she walked to her car, she could see the poor nanny having a dumbfounded face.

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Are you sure?

Yes! Why would I lie?

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Turns out that the play date, according to Brianna, had turned out "excellent, I have him wrapped around my finger".

(Marie thought that Brianna had misunderstood Aemond's good manners as flirting, the girl was so desperate that she was blind in her judgment.)

Anyway, she had announced that during Trivia Night at School, her plans to conquer the Valyrian God and drag him into her bed, she had also shared how she had gone to get a brazilian wax in preparation for "her great night".

Meanwhile, her husband, James, and she had dressed up for the occasion. James was particularly interested in how almost every single or divorced mother was pursuing the widower Aemond Targaryen.

Marie spotted Aemond Targaryen in the crowd of parents, talking to some other men, she pointed at him discreetly, "That's him, babe. Be discreet…no! I told you to be…don't look, don't look…now, I think he's distracted."

She loved James, but if she sent the man to spy on someone, he would end up ringing the bell. He had stood there looking at the Targaryen directly, trying to see a glimpse of his face, and, finally, when he did, the idiot had softly whistled, "Damn, he's hot! I'm doubting my sexuality."

Marie nudged her husband's shoulder, "Shh! You idiot!" Still, she couldn't deny that her husband was right.

"Oh, man! I'm hoping that when he rejects Brianna I can be close so I can watch the exact moment her face drops," he had said while they were waiting for their drinks. James wasn't too fond of Brianna after how she had cheated on one of his friends in college. "Oh, I can't wait, love! I need to get another drink in advance to celebrate."

"How are you so sure that he's going to reject her?" she was genuinely curious. Besides the plastic surgery, Brianna was pretty, any man would find her attractive.

James turned to look at her, "Honey, I have a feeling about this, trust me."

She took a sip of her margarita, "Good or bad?"

James stared at the back of Aemond Targaryen and nodded, "Good."

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A few hours had passed and every adult seemed a little drunk, the drinks were free so…Why not?

Why not? Marie cursed her earlier self as she entered the bathroom, turns out that the side effect, that nobody mentions, of having children is that your bladder will never be the same, that's why she was on her third trip to the bathroom.

Great, only one is occupied.

She did her business, which never seemed to end, and got out of the cubicle. As she's washing her hands and checking that her makeup and her hair aren't too ruined, the door of the second cubicle opens and a familiar face appears.

"Hi, Marie! How are you?" says the nanny of Rhaegar Targaryen.

Marie is confused. You see: the nanny she's used to is a tall woman who usually wears cargo pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Not a drop of makeup, sometimes she wears glasses, her brown hair in a ponytail and she believes the nanny has green eyes.

But this…woman? She's the nanny her grandmother advised her daughter's not to let her enter their houses or they would find their husband balls deep in her pussy.

Gods, she's intimidated by her looks...

This nanny reloaded is gorgeous. She's tall, like really tall, and she's wearing heels which make her even taller! She's wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress that's barely above her knee and it also has a neckline that shows her full breasts (if I had tits like that I would be naked 24/7). Her hair is mid-length and light brown, her lips are full and painted a glossy red and her green eyes appear to be shining thanks to her makeup.

Marie has a hard time finding her words, but she still tries, "Um…hi." Great Marie, now you're being rude. You're also being rude by not knowing her name.

Oh shit, what was her name? Something…Italian? Spanish? Maybe?

To her surprise, the nanny reloaded laughs, "I know it's not my usual attire, I know I look a little weird. My name's Fiamma, by the way."

She felt herself blush in embarrassment, "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm terrible at remembering names. You look beautiful, by the way…"

Wait, why was she here?

There are no kids here…it's just parents and teachers.

But she's no parent…and no teacher…who invited her?

She watches as Fiamma AKA 'The Nanny' checks her makeup in the mirror and then grabs a big purse.

They exit the bathroom and start walking towards the 'party'. Marie can't contain herself and stops.

"I'm sorry Fiamma, I know I'm being rude but, why are you here? Are you…dating a parent or a teacher?" she asks and immediately regrets doing it because the look the other woman gives to her is one of disdain.

But…she's a nanny! She shouldn't be here, the school is very strict to let anybody enter their grounds and she's-

"You know Marie, I know women like you, even men. They think they're so 'liberal' and 'inclusive' but when they're finally facing someone who doesn't act or look or even dress like them…well, they show their true colors," expressed Fiamma, clenching her hands but still maintaining eye contact.

She was sure she hadn't been this embarrassed and ashamed in a long time.

"I'm…I-I don't know what you're talking about-," she muttered.

To her disgrace, Fiamma raised a hand, signaling her to stop talking, "You and your lot of 'Mom friends' never treated me well, you barely even talked to me, never asked for my name. Hell, nobody asked or gave me their number when I asked!"

"Why would we want a nanny's number?!" blurted out Marie.

Oh, fuck. I shouldn't have said that. I can't say things like that.

Clutching her purse tightly she realized how disrespectful she had been, "I'm sorr-"

But Fiamma was already climbing up the stairs, she tried to follow her (to do what? Apologize? Ask for forgiveness? Ask her to don't tell anyone?) but it was in vain, Fiamma was already walking towards…

Oh, my fucking God! How old is she? Was she going to tell on her to Aemond Targaryen? How could she believe that her employer would listen to a mere nanny-

Wait…he's hugging her.

And now he's…kissing her?!

She quickly moved through the crowd and found a more secluded place where she could sit and process everything that had happened.

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For a few minutes, she sat there, on the small bench, trying to understand what had happened.

What the fuck is going on here?

The sound of the gravel alerted her of the presence of another person.

Great…she's back to fight some more.

"You know, Marie, of all the vipers…I thought you were…different," said a low voice.

She didn't have to raise her head to know that Aemond Targaryen was talking to her.

Still, she was proud (and dumb enough to fight him back).

She raised from her seat and muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm not the one who's fucking the nanny and showing her around here! I don't know how is it in Westeros, but things here-"

"She's my wife, you dumb bitch," he deadpanned. He stared at her dead in the eye and continued, "You thought you were being nice and courteous to someone 'lower' than you when the truth is that you are a snobbish fucker that thinks that she's above everyone."

Her pressure dropped, "I-I-I-I'm…n-n-not-"

Aemond interrupted her again and, she could swear, she saw fire in his eyes, "Now, I think you owe my wife an apology. If you're quick, you can be after Brianna and Rebecca… there are more people in the line and those two have lengthy apologies for believing me a horny widower."

Her mouth was agape and her hands and legs were shaking, she hadn't been in so much fear in…her life. With all the energy she could muster she nodded, and that seemed to please the man because he turned into his heel and walked away.

She had to sit down to calm herself, but couldn't contain her tears. She had been humiliated and even scolded like a brat and while every bone in her wanted to keep fighting, deep down she knew that she had been a bitch on purpose to a person only because it didn't fit the wealthy environment.

Suddenly she heard quick steps and a panting breath, "Honey, you won't believe this! The Targaryen is married! You should have seen Brianna's face when he told her in front of his wife, the bitch even started crying for 'giving her false hopes' and the wife told her to 'assure yourself that your conquest isn't married before a brazilian wax'! It was a-ma-zing!..."

"Wait, why are you crying?!"

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Fiamma walked down the stairs after checking her kids were fine and sleeping and searched around the house for her husband.

She found him in the kitchen, apron on, sleeves up, and hair tied, washing the dishes. Pouring herself more wine, she took advantage of the fact that he wasn't facing her to admire his back.

"Thank you for defending my…honor, as you nicely put it," her voice was velvety, filled with love and gratitude.

He chuckled, "I had to, love. One thing is being rude to me, I can handle it but, when you came with that card? I wanted to strangle her."

"And not in a good way," she teased him and, in response, he splashed some water on her a playful smile on his face.

"What I still don't understand is…why they thought you were the nanny? And how the fuck they thought I was a widower?"

She takes a deep breath and starts explaining to him what Rebecca had said in her apology: that they had never seen them together, that there wasn't a Mrs. Targaryen, that he wore his wedding band (duh), and how the group of mothers had never thought of her as his wife.

"In a way, I can understand because Rhaegar always greets me in Valyrian and I was always in my working clothes, which aren't the fanciest. Also, it doesn't help that both my kids look nothing like me, they're copies of you," she suggested, her hand caressing his back.

Aemond "mmmm-ed" to her and nodded, "Still, they were rude to you. Nanny or not, they should have acted like adults and asked if they were so curious."

"Aemond please…they think that they're too important and that people should seek them," she pointed out. "They're fucking crazy, love, just spending their time drinking expensive wine, doing their nails, getting botox, and ordering the "help" around."

"I too drink expensive wine, does that mean I'm a "desperate housewife"?" he joked with her while he cleaned the last plate.

"Oh, shut up," a laugh came over her. "You do so much more: you take care of the kids, you manage the US branch of your family company from home, you cook, you clean. Need me to keep going?"

"I also cleaned the pool," he pointed. "And I managed to close a big deal for millions."

She rolled her eyes but kept going on, Aemond loved being praised and she was delighted to give it to him, "You cleaned the pool and closed a deal. You do too much for us, love, you're not a "desperate housewife", in any case, you would be a 'malewife'."

He could barely contain his laugh at the term, "Wow. Can I put it on my resume?"

She walked to him and hugged him by his waist, her face against his back, "If you want to…although I doubt it would help you." Her hands made their way under his black shirt, which was covered by the ridiculous apron, and started caressing the soft skin of his abs.

She gave his ear a soft and teasing bite making him take a deep breath, "You know…I've been neglectful with you, Aemond. You do so so much for me and the kids and I never tell you how thankful I'm for being yours. You decided to leave the life you had worked so hard to get only for me to get my dream job, how many husbands do that?"

He turned around, pupils were wide from the desire. His hand softly wrapped around her throat and she took a deep breath through her nose, then his lips finally settled over hers.

As their lips finally made contact, his tongue made its way through her lips, deepening the kiss and swallowing every whimper and moan she made. Her hands went to his soft and long hair, her nails barely scratching his scalp which made his hips snap against hers.

But then he pulled apart, his hand still on her throat, and looked into her eyes, the dominant side of him taking control of the situation. She could already feel her panties getting damp.

"On your knees, sweetheart," Aemond demanded, the grip on her throat tightening a little. "Be good and I might give you a reward, mmm?"

She obeyed, mouth already open in expectation.

After all, her sweet and devoted husband always needed a reminder of how much she loved and needed him.

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[praetorqueenreyna]

If the fic request are still going I'm sending two feel free to pick. One bed Tamcien or runaway bride Neris. Need the otps being cute

I did Neris, and WOW IT WAS FUN!!! Beware, lots of bat boy bashing ahead!

Stupid. Stupid. You’re a stupid idiot. Nesta berated herself. Her hand was clutched around her third glass of beer. She was pointedly ignoring the fact that everybody was staring at her. Even in this random dive bar in Velaris, everybody recognized Nesta Archeron, Lady Death, sister of the Cursebreaker.

It certainly didn’t help that she was in an elaborate wedding dress with a train that dragged halfway to the door.

She was so fucking stupid. She had known that she didn’t want to marry Cassian. Not now, not ever. The crumbs of kindness he gave her did nothing to fill the empty well of loneliness that was her heart. Did nothing to make up for the fact that he put Rhysand and Azriel and Feyre and fucking Morrigan before her, every time. The sex had been good enough to trick herself into thinking that she could eventually love him. Or that she could make him love her.

It hadn’t been until her own wedding, standing at the back of the aisle, that she had come to accept the truth. She saw Cassian at the end, smug and dominant, his gaze licking lecherously up and down her body. She saw Rhysand and Feyre, Azriel and Elain, also waiting to greet her. The sisters she once would have given her life for, reshaped into shadows of their former selves by their arrogant husbands. That was her future, she realized then and only then. The only way for Cassian to love her would be to destroy herself until she was nothing but a docile pet.

She ran.

Now she sat in a bar, drinking herself into oblivion. She finished her beer and gestured for another one. The bartender frowned, holding out a hand for payment. She hadn’t paid for anything yet, and he was concerned she was going to run out on the tab. Without a second thought, she plucked the comically large diamond ring from her left hand and dropped it on the counter. A new drink appeared in front of her between one blink and the next.

“I told you that you were wasted at the Night Court.” A clear voice spoke from her left. Nesta didn’t have to move her head an inch to know that it was Eris.

“Congratulations, you were right,” she spat with no real venom. The years of self-delusion weighed on her. 

The scrape of the barstool against the floor and a whiff of cologne told Nesta that Eris had pulled up a seat next to her. He smelled nice, she thought dispassionately. Like jasmine, and coffee beans. She waited for the taunts and jeers, for his slick tongue to remind her of how foolish she had been. 

“I should kill him.”

“What?” Nesta looked over, and to her surprise Eris wasn’t languidly leaning on the bartop, smirking. His shoulders were hunched, his entire body tense. Without needing to be asked, the bartender slid a shot of a bright green liquid to him. The scent of it was enough to make Nesta’s eyes water, but Eris swallowed the whole thing without a grimace.

“I should kill him. For what he’s done to you.”

“What are you even doing here?” His words made no sense. Nobody was ever punished for what they did to her.

“I was at the wedding.” At Nesta’s shocked expression, his mouth curled up into a grin. “You didn’t know?”

“No.”

Eris shrugged. “I’m guessing Rhysand wanted me there as a political maneuver. Or Cassian wanted me there to gloat.”

“So why did you come?”

“To see if you were really stupid enough to marry him.”

“I’m not in the mood for whatever this is.” Nesta stood up to leave, but Eris stopped her. If he had grabbed her forearm, the way that Cassian always did, she would have shaken him off. But his hand wrapped around her fingers, holding them just tight enough for her to sense his urgency, but not so tight she couldn’t pull herself away.

“You deserve better than him. Not because of his heritage, but because he’s a brute who needed to control you. He wanted you to be his, when any male with half a brain would be bowing at your feet in gratitude to be considered yours.”

Nesta could only stare in shocked silence. The way that Eris fumbled his words betrayed that speaking like this was new to him. Embarrassed, he let go of her hand. “Anyway…I’ll leave you to your newly single life.”

“Wait!” This time it was Nesta who stopped him. He turned back, some unnamed emotion that might have been hope glimmering in his eyes. “Can you stay? Drinking alone is bad enough. Drinking alone in a wedding dress is worse.”

“Yes.” He sat back down, close enough that Nesta could feel the heat of his body through the satin gown. “I’ll stay.”

#acotar #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #neris #nesta/eris #acotar bingo #IN CASE YALL CAN'T TELL I'M NOT DOING THESE IN ORDER #or at least not the order I received them lmao #ANYWAY I hate cassian and eris is a smooth mf #eris said 'I want that crazy bitch to be my wife' #and he was RIGHT

[spahhzy]

Just a job~

[for @expensiveeggplant with a 'Tsundere Neo' idea.]

-

Roman: Neo, why are we in disguises at a carnival?

Neo, sipping a smoothie: Checking-in-on-a-job-I-was-working.

Roman: Oh, and whose the target?

Neo: ...

Roman: Hmm? Oh, hey, isn't that do-gooder?

Roman pointed to one Jaune Arc, who was being dragged along by the hand of a local and clearly older woman.

Roman: Aww, look at him it looks like he found a date.

Roman turned back to Neo, who had a twitch in her eye as she squeezed the smoothie cup rather hard before spilling its contents on the floor. She began reaching for Hush...

Roman: woooah, now hold on nows not the time for stabby stabby!

Neo looked at him.

Roman: Don't give me that look, young lady. Do you wanna end up on the news... again?

Neo: I-was-saving-Jaune-from-the-diseases known-as-Milfs!

Roman: She just gave him a casserole!

Neo: That-cassserole-was-a-nuclear-bomb.

Roman just sighed running a hand across his face.

Roman: Life would be much easier if you just told him how you feel, Neo.

Neo looked wide-eyed at him before pointing at Jaune and then pointing to herself before silently laughing.

Roman: Oh please, I've known and grown with you long enough. You have taken a liking to him, but you're running out of time~

Roman pointed to Jaune as the older woman had Jaune's hand pressed against her bust, much to Jaune dismay and embarrassment. The woman was trying to give Jaune a kiss.

A dark aura flaired around Neo before long she chucked the empty smoothie cup with precise aim right at the woman head.

Vale lady: Ow!

Jaune: Hmm? Are you okay?

Vale: Yeah, just an empty cup, but who threw it?

Jaune looked around, seeing just the crowd before him before shrugging and picking up the smoothie cup, inspecting it before giving a small smile.

Jaune: Come on, let's get you home.

Lady: But-*sigh* Okay.

Jaune and the woman left as Neo peered out from the corner, doing a slight cheer at her success. Roman smirked and shook his head.

Roman: so is your job complete now?

Neo turned to Roman before she blushed and walked away as Roman laughed at his partners embarrassment.

-Roman's hideout-

Jaune: Hey, you two, how ya been?

Yes, believe it or not, Jaune is actually friends with the two.

Roman: Ah, nothing much. Do gooder, just scoping the landscape for a new score is all.

Neo walked up to Jaune and handed him a smoothie cup with a smile.

Jaune: aww thanks Neo.

Jaune bent down and gave her a nice warm hug, that Neo was all too happy to stay in.

Roman: So Jaune, what did you do today? Teach you anything at Beacon?

Jaune: Nah, classes are off today, so I was going around town just helping out a bit, got caught up helping some lady, and in repayment, she took me to a carnival.

Roman nodded: Did you have a good time?

Neo narrowed her eyes at Roman.

Jaune: eh, it was okay. She's nice and all, but not my type. I've got eyes for someone else.

As he said that, Neo tightened her arms around him.

Jaune: Blah, Neo too tight!

Neo lightened up her hold.

Jaune: But it was curious, a smoothie cup hit her in the head...

Neo quickly let go of the hug and began to whistle walking away from the two of them slowly.

Jaune: More particularly, this cup...

Jaune waves the thrown smoothie cup at Neo, who looked on unimpressed.

Neo: that-could-be-any-one!

Jaune: Ah my dear, you're right, but you left out one tiny tiny small detail.

He flipped the cup around to see the words 'Trivia' written on them.

Jaune: I don't know a lot of Trivia's, do you?

Neo said nothing, just stared wide-eyed at the incriminating piece of plastic.

Jaune: Neo?

Jaune waves a hand at Neo, who just stood like a statue.

Jaune: Neo?

Jaune taps her on the shoulder, but as soon as he did, Neo shattered like glass.

Roman: ahahaha! She's embarrassed!

Jaune smiled at Neo's antics before going off to find her.

Roman: You really know how to pick'em kid.

Jaune laughed but didn't disagree.

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby) #rwby silent knight

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Once Upon A Dream

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> warnings: none

> note: i based your family [Prince Phillip, King Hubert, etc.] on Disney's Sleeping Beauty.

> most characters came from different series related to the Grimm Brothers stories.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream”

~

“Oh it's so nice watching them find their happy ever afters!” Dovey gushed at you.

Humming, you nodded and stayed silent. It was a known fact that you, the sister of Prince Philip, has not yet found her own happy ever after. And now, it's most likely that your niece is going to find hers before you.

Speaking of the ever, you heard a squeal and then a body collided with yours. “Aunt Y/N!”

“Careful now, Beatrix.” You held her by the arms and smiled at her. “You wouldn't want your aunt to fall over, would you?”

Beatrix laughed and twirled. “Never!”

“But, I'm here to tell you...” Beatrix leaned and whispered. “Neal kissed me!” Dovey gasped, overhearing the conversation and clapped.

“Oh I'm so happy for you, Beatrix!”

Smiling, Beatrix replied. “Thank you Professor. Now I do believe that a certain prince is waiting for me.” Beatrix winked at you and left.

“Have fun!” You called. “But not too much fun!” You laughed as Beatrix tripped because of embarrassment.

“Oh don't be so strict, Y/N.” Professor Emma Anemone poked your side, causing you to flinch.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “I can't have a new Bellerose running around before my niece even gets to the middle of her story.”

“Bellerose?” Dovey and Anemone asked simultaneously.

“Our surname.”

Professor Anemone nodded and pursed her lips. “I always forget your last name.”

“Well, don't bother memorizing it. King Hubert's last name isn't that special.” You gave a shrug and took a wine glass from a server's tray.

“Yes it is! Don't you remember? You brother slayed–” As Dovey started to narrate the story of your families life, you tuned her out and looked at the window. It was pitch black outside, yet all of you inside were covered by the brightest lights ever imagined.

You only left your reverie when someone knocked the wine glass out of your hands.

“Oh dear! My apologies! I'm so sorry!” You looked down and saw a man's back, he was picking up the shards of the broken glass. Deciding to help, you crouched down and picked up a piece.

“I am really sorry–” The man was cut off as he saw your face.

“Y/N.” You said with a smile, before snapping your finger and all the shards were gone.

Shaking his head, the man stood up and helped you up. “Well, Y/N. I'm really sorry, it's not normal for a prince to bump into princesses.” He shrugged and scratched his nape. “But hey, not everyone needs to be normal.”

You smiled at him and raised you eyebrow. “What's your name? You keep rambling but you never say your name... Prince?”

“Oh! It's Prince James.”

“Prince Charming's brother?”

Prince James gave a chuckle and glanced behind you. “Well, there's my date. I'll see you later Princess Y/N.”

Dovey and Emma crowded around you as Prince James left.

“Not a catch?”

“Too princey?”

Rolling your eyes, you smirked. “More like too occupied with his date.” You pointed to another teacher and Prince James talking.

Dovey and Emma nodded in understanding and left you, again. ‘They really like leaving me alone and then coming back to pester me for some reason.’

Sighing, you grabbed another wine glass and wandered outside. Walking through the corridors of the school, you suddenly remembered what it was like being a student. What is was like being with her–

Huffing, you shook your head and pushed the castle door open. “No, you will not think of her.”

Welcomed by the gentle yet cold breeze of the night, you shivered and regretted not wearing a sleeved gown. You rubbed your palms together and walked towards the side of the bridge.

Leaning against the concrete, you closed your eyes and exhaled. After 18 years, you finally had a moment in silence. Ever since Beatrix was born, you were always beside her, not even having a time for yourself. Although you loved your niece, it was time for her to distance herself from you to finally start her own story.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Singing your sister-in-laws song, you started to dance by yourself. Basking yourself in the moonlight, you didn't even notice a figure looking and watching you dance on the other side of the bridge.

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Clapping was all you heard as you finished your song. After a few moments, you opened your eyes and whirled around, only to see the dean of the school for evil, Lady Lesso.

“Such a marvelous performance, dear.”

“Lesso.”

“What? No thank yous? And I thought Evers were polite.”

“Well spare me from your stereotyping, Lesso.” You huffed and looked away.

Lesso raised her eyebrow and walked towards you, once in front of you, she put her finger under your chin and guided you to look at her. “Look at me when we're talking.”

Narrowing your eyes, you pushed her hands and turned to leave but she caught your wrist and tugged you towards her. “Now now, don't be disrespectful, princess.” she whispered, you felt her presence so close to you that it didn't take you enough strength to lean against her. After all, she was the one tou considered your ‘happy ever after’.

“That's right.” Lesso gripped your waist and put her chin on your shoulder, lightly kissing the bridge between your neck and shoulders.

“This isn't a dream, right?” You whispered, fearing that this was only an illusion made by your own mind.

“Only if you want it to be.”

Lesso brought your hands up and kissed the back of your palms. She closed her eyes and whispered,

“But I have to tell you. For me, this isn't just a once upon a dream.”

#school for good and evil #clarissa dovey #lady lesso #leonora lesso #professor dovey #lady lesso x reader #professor anemone #emma anemone

[dark-angel-of-muses]

Totally Nailed It

Legend didn’t remember it was his birthday until he came downstairs. Ravio had once again moved all the furniture against the walls without his permission, although he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad considering the displays of gifts and cake that replaced them. He could see all the gifts the Chain left. They were going to celebrate tomorrow. The day of his birthday, Ravio shooed them all out of the house so Legend didn’t have to worry about hosting. 

“Oh, you’re awake Link! Perfect, I was just about done. Are you ready for a Ravio patented Birthday Luxury Retreat?” The merchant wiggled his eyebrows, 

“How much of a retreat is it when we’re not leaving the house?” Legend jabbed.

Ravio waved him away, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “The verbage doesn’t matter, just sit down! I wanna start on your first present! Wild taught me this, so I hope I can do it right!” Legend was wary as he sat down. Wild taught him? Wild had a variety of skills, and he really hoped Ravio wasn’t about to burst into some Goron dance performance Wild had taken up from Death Mountain.

“Wild said Gerudo ladies pride themselves on body artistry, and the most delicate of all is..” Ravio left room for a dramatic pause, and his hands popped up with little glass jars of varying colors. “Nail art! Wild taught me a lot of cool designs I can do. I learned how to draw the symbols of your golden three, and Wild actually had a stencil for the Hyrule crest! I can try freehanding something else if that’s what you want, or we can do solid colors. It’s your day, so your wish is my command!” Ravio’s eyes sparkled in excitement. 

A manicure? That certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. But if Ravi was going to offer to pamper him, who was he to say no?

“Can you alternate red, green, and blue, with Din, Farore, and Nayru on each color respectively?” It was a complicated request, but Ravio was already nodding in agreement and grinning ear to ear as he set out the colors and took Legend’s hands in his own.

Ravio was adorable as he focused, tongue poking out from his lips as he squinted at Legend’s nails. He wasn’t even anywhere close to the hard part yet, starting with a base coat to prime all the nails.

“Wild said if you go straight for a color coat, it's more likely to chip! He’s fine with that for flat colors because it's easy enough to add another coat, but all the designs should be protected to preserve the effort that went into them!”

Legend already knew proper nail procedure from his time in Hytopia, but it was a special kind of blessing to watch Ravio gush about something excitedly. The merchant would smile wide, showing off the hint of buck teeth as he bounced in place, hands gesticulating wildly as he talked.

As he pulled the brushes from the colored ink bottles, Legend took stock of the products. Based on the fact the glass was completely filled, and the brushes were completely black the first time Ravio dipped them in, these must be all new polishes. From the intricate designs and swirly Gerudo script on the bottles, he can only assume these were luxury products from the heart of Gerudo Town. A gift from Wild, then along with whatever he had left on the table in a blue package. He was going to have to thank the Champion when all this was said and done.

“Is there a reason you picked those goddesses?” Ravio started small talk as he was drawing the symbols in white paint with the smallest brush.

“Oh, there’s a saying about them. Din to give me the strength to challenge the day, Nayru to give me the wisdom to learn from my struggles, and Farore to give me the courage to step forward. Legend wasn’t particularly irreverent of the divine, but the saying wasn’t literally about asking for help. Fable had taught it to him after his first adventure, saying she liked to use it as a phrase of comfort when starting her day. He had just picked up the habit from her. It was a nice routine, something positive to latch onto. He figured it would be nice to have the saying on his nails, as a little reminder.

“Oh, that’s interesting.” Ravio paused between one nail and the next, humming in contemplation. “When our triforce was destroyed, so were the records of the goddesses that made it. Even when you and Zelda wished it back into existence, none of the history or religious practices magically could come back.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you taking some of ours,” Legend offered. “Who knows, maybe the same ones made your triforce originally.”

“Hmm, maybe I will. Lolia knows I could use your Goddess of Courage’s help.” Ravio laughed in self-deprecation, but it was light-hearted enough that Legend knew not to make a big deal out of it. He’d already told Ravio he was courageous enough on his own, and the merchant said he’d do his best to believe it. Legend trusted that to still be true.

“Done!” Ravio finished with a flourish.

“No  you aren’t, you haven’t done a top coat!” Legend couldn’t help himself, looking at the full bottle of glossy finish sitting right next to them.

“Well yeah, ok, but,” Ravio huffed, cheeks puffing up, “I finished all the art. C’mon, take a look!”

Legend rolled his eyes, but did as asked. Ravio’s handiwork was impressive. The symbols were intricate, and difficult enough to draw on a flat surface with a lot of room. Ravio had done an excellent job making the shapes recognizable and clean. They were clearly hand-drawn, each repeat symbol a little different from the previous, but that added to their charm. It was clearly a work of love.

Careful not to move his hand too much for fear of the paint running, Legend looked over the patterns. Farore appeared four times, on the pinkie and index finger of both his hands. While that was just a reality from having three goddesses and ten fingers, it felt right. If he hadn’t had Courage, he never would have met all the people he did. Never would have welcomed Ravio into his home, or met the Chain on their whirlwind tour across time and space. 

“Happy Birthday, Link.” 

Legend smiled, sending a silent prayer of thanks.

#lu legend #lu ravio #ravio x link #linked universe #muse writes #muse's ravioli week #raviolink #ravio #ravioli #loz ravio #fanfic #albw ravio #ravio zelda

[jenthebug]

My glasses came in! I picked Floaty Bottoms! (You probably did too)

I'm tempted to put on real clothes, my wig, and some makeup, and go be visible somewhere (to grace onlookers with my presence, of course)...but I'm too goddamn exhausted. I'm too exhausted to cook dinner.

Today was brutal. New Lady was out sick, I was alone at the desk, and I got it handed to me.

And just when I was about to sit back and give myself the first breather of the day (at 1630), the therapist decided that she wanted to say hi and catch up. She's really nice! And she asks a lot of good questions about cancer and parenting a trans kid! But I wanted to be quiet. We had a good conversation anyway and she helped me clean up.

Now I'm home, enjoying seeing with my new glasses, and watching Soba do catnip.

#bariatric clinic job #my new glasses are awesome

[juanarc-thethird]

I really love your carnival au and think I would be funny as all hell is Salem tried going in disguise but her only disguise is a pare of glasses like Superman/Klark Kent

Jaune at The Carnival part 7

Winter: Wait, I still have more money! Let me give him one more kiss and I'll go for it! I'll pay you extra!!

Nora: *Pushing her away* You know the rules, no money no kiss.

Winter: But...

Nora: Have a good day

Winter: But...!!

Nora: I say good day!! *Pusher her out of the way*

Jaune: *Waves winter goodbye* Take care.

Nora: Ok now that she's out of the way, next!

Salem (With Glasses): Y-Yes, that would be me.

Nora: Ok lady, how many kisses do you want?

Salem (Glasses): How many kisses can I get with this?

Salem pulls out a diamond the size of a softball.

Nora: *Takes it* Holy shit!!! You can have all the kisses you want. Damn, you can even fu-

Jaune: NORA!!!

Nora: Sorry, please take all the time you like. He is all yours.

Salem (Glasses): Thank you?

Jaune: So, do you want tongue or just the normal stuff?

Salem (Glasses): Excuse me?

Jaune: The kiss, do you want it with tongue or just the normal stuff?

Salem (Glasses): Tongue?

Jaune: Ok

Wasting no time, Jaune gently cups Salem's face and kisses her.

Salem (Glasses): Hmm!!!!

Salem can feel his tongue massaging hers. The feeling is indescribable. It's been a long time since she kissed someone but if her memory serves her right, this kiss tastes so much better. With every second she could feel the kiss getting deeper. Her body felt so relaxed that she thought she was melting with pleasure. After a while Jaune stops.

Jaune: Did you like the tongue kiss?

Salem (Glasses): *In cloud nine* Yes~

Jaune: Do you want another?

Salem (Glasses): Yes~

Jaune kisses her again. Salem doesn't sit still, she uses her hands to play with Jaune's hair, and with every second she becomes more open to express herself.

Salem (Glasses): *Stops* How are you so good at kissing?

Jaune: *Smiles* It's my job to be.

Salem (Glasses): I think you are overqualified.

Jaune: *Chuckles* Thanks

Salem (Glasses): Don't thank me, just kiss me.

Once again the two of them kiss passionately. Salem gets more active during the kiss. She feels the intensity between them, and it's so much that she doesn't realize that her glasses are slowly slipping off her face.

Salem (Glasses): Fuck~ Your girlfriend must be very fortunate to have you.

Jaune: I... don't have a girlfriend.

Salem (Glasses): *Happy* Really? That's good to know.

Jaune: Why?

Salem doesn't respond and kisses him. This time she puts her hands on her face and takes control of the kiss. She moves too much to the point that she drops her glasses in front of everyone. It's not a bad thing that he threw them away, the bad thing is the person who saw it.

Glynda: Salem!!!!

Salem: *stops the kiss* What?!!

She touches her face and sees that she doesn't have her glasses on. She sees them on the floor, quickly picks them up, puts them on, and act as if nothing happened.

Glynda: Do you think putting on those glasses will help you? I know who you are, Salem.

Salem (Glasses): I do not know what you're talking about. I am here to enjoy the festivities.

Ozpin: *Arrives* Glynda, what happened?! I heard you yell Salem!

Salem (Glasses): *under her breath* shit

Glynda: Salem is here! *She points at Salem with glasses*

Ozpin: That's not Salem.

Glynda/Salem: What?!

Ozpin: Salem doesn't wear glasses.

Glynda: What?! Glasses or not, she is Salem?!

Ozpin: Are you sure? Why don't we ask her? Excuse me, what's your name?

Salem (Glasses): My name is Saaaaaaaaam. Yes, my name is Sam.

Ozpin: Nice to meet you miss. You see Glynda, her name is Sam, not Salem.

Glynda: But..!

Ozpin: No buts. Now apologize to the lady.

Glynda: What? Hell no!

Ozpin: Glynda, apologize.

Glynda: I say no.

Ozpin: Alright then. Then you won't mind accompanying Prof Port on the third year students' next mission. I heard that he has new stories to tell.

Glynda: *In a heart beat* I'm so sorry about my behavior, miss. It will not happen again.

Ozpin: Good. Now that this is settled, let's enjoy the festival. Have a good day miss.

Ozpin and Glynda leave leaving a very confused Salem.

Jaune: Excuse me, do you want to go back to kissing?

Salem (Glasses): *Grabs his shirt* Fuck yes~ *kiss him*

#jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune #salem #rwby salem #jaune x salem #jaune arc x salem #rwby jaune x salem #rwby jaune arc x salem #rwby #jaune at the carnival au

[violettduchess]

Um...hello, this my first time asking for request so uh...can I- can I ask for (how would the ikeprince suitors will react to Y/N if she got bullied by some random people on the kingdom?) I don't know about the characters limit but I want Leon Dompteur to be one of them

Um soory again for the long explanation and have a nice day

P.S : I love your writing❤✨✨

A/N: I only did two because they were pretty detailed!

tw: bullying (not really explicit but it is in there so, a warning)

Leon Dompteur / Chevalier Michael x reader

Word 1165

The dreary autumn rain falls in heavy drops that roll down the storefront glass. You walk towards the exit of your favorite bookshop, arms piled high with treasure. There’s a biography of one of Rhodolite’s most infamous kings, a new adventure novel from a famous Jadean author, an illustrated lexicon of the sea creatures of Benitoite, and of course, several romance novels. The stack is heavy but you don’t mind. You think of it as the weight of all those hours of enjoyment the books will bring you. 

Your love is behind you, organizing the rest of the purchases and payment. What could be better on a wet, windy fall day than browsing a bookstore and gathering books to help pass the time on these cold but cozy nights? Warmth fills your heart and the books fill your vision as you reach for the door handle and then take a step forward, in a hurry to get to the royal carriage and minimize the time the books are pelted with rain.

Unfortunately, you miscalculate the step. The world shifts and you pitch forward, your treasures flying from your arms, scattering across the damp, rain-slick cobblestones. You land hard on your knees and your hands splash down into muddy water, water which flies up, flecking you everywhere with dirty, brown spots.

You lean back, your knees throbbing from the impact, your hands dirty with slime. And your books…….

Tears fill your eyes as you push yourself up, in a rush to rescue them.

A loud snicker catches your attention and you turn at the sound, momentarily distracted from your rescue mission. A few unsavory, bedraggled, dirty-looking men huddled together under the store's awning saw the whole ordeal and are still laughing. You hear words like “clumsy”, “fool”, "halfwit", “pathetic”. Their teeth are sharp and their mocking even sharper. One takes a step towards you, licking his plump lips, eyes bright with ale and trouble.

But before he can come a step closer, a shadow falls across the sidewalk…….

Leon

…..and the man is lifted by the collar, as if he were a naughty kitten and spun until his back slams into the outer brick wall of the bookshop. Leon holds him in place, ignoring the man’s sudden squeaks of protest.

“I believe you owe the lady an apology.” He growls, the sound low and deep as it rumbles through his chest, his knuckles white as he holds the man against the wall. When the ruffian doesn’t answer right away, he lifts him higher, presses him closer against the unyielding brick. His eyes flash gold, like a flame sputtering in the darkness. “I suggest you do as I say and apologize.”

Sweat and rain drip down the man’s forehead as an apology spills from his lips. Leon brusquely lets go, and he falls to the sidewalk like a heavy sack. He scrambles to his feet, nearly slipping in the process, his face white as flour. 

The man and his unpleasant companions vanish, skittering away on shaking legs. He turns to you, concern in his golden eyes as he reaches out to brush a streak of mud away from your cheek. “Are you ok, beautiful?” Through the cold drizzle, his voice sounds like warmth, like home.

You nod, letting out the breath you were holding this whole time. He cups your cheek with his hand, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“Come on. Let’s get the rest of those books. I’ll draw you a hot bath when we get back and you can pick your favorite and read to me.” 

You know he’ll fall asleep the minute you start reading, but right now, it’s the sweet sentiment that counts.

But before he can come a step closer, a shadow falls across the sidewalk…….

Chevalier

…. and sharpened steel is at his throat, its edge a whisper away from kissing his skin. At the end of the deadly blade are blue eyes, cold as tundra. Hard as diamonds. Chevalier says nothing. He does not move. HIs blade does not waver one millimeter. In stillness lies his power. In stillness he shows absolute control.

The man stumbles backwards into the ring of trembling cohorts, his eyes wide as saucers. He shoves another out of the way. Anything to get far from the shine of that blade, the death in those eyes.

Chevalier takes a single step forward. One arm moves in front of you, protectively keeping you where you are, away from the men who dared mock you. From the men who laughed at damaged books. The ones whose blood he wants to see mingle with the mud and rainwater as they sluice over the cobblestones.

The earth moves with that one step, tilts so that the men fall back, each scrambling over the other to turn and run. Run away before death finds them and opens their throats. 

He waits until they are out of sight, until the last of their huffing and puffing fades into the damp autumn air before lowering his sword and turning back to you. His gaze takes in the mud splattered across your cloak, across the softness of your skin. He sees the redness of your hands from where you fell, the mud caked onto your skirt where your knees hit the ground. He turns his head, looking back down the now empty street where the men fled, fury radiating off of him like winter's cold 

You reach for him, dirty hands be damned. He allows you to turn his attention away from the street where the cold stones glisten and back to you. You softly brush the back of your fingers against the hard line of his jaw. Your gaze finds his and stills him, not the way anger did but with gentleness, tenderness. You are the only one in the world who has this power. 

“I'm ok, my prince.” Your hand turns, cupping his face for a moment, your touch warm against the chill autumn air. You ignore the ache in your knees as you rise to your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek and relishing the way his free hand tightens around yours. “Leave them. Let’s salvage these books and go home.”

He casts one last look down the gray street and you know he is warring with himself over the desire to follow those men and deliver execution or let them live another day because you asked him to. 

You wait, holding your breath as his hand still tightly holds yours, watching the way the rain slides down the angles of his face, darkens the pale strands of his hair. He draws a breath, decision made.

He sheathes his sword. And you breathe out. 

The world shrinks as he turns back to you, pulling you roughly toward him and then places a protective kiss on your mud-streaked forehead, one arm cradling you against him. It is quick, the length of time it takes a raindrop to fall from the heavens but it is enough.

🔹

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[teddyeyeseddie]

Dizzy on the Comedown

Summary: When on a search for a new roommate, you didn't expect Steve Harrington to fall into your lap or the whirlwind that ensued.

Warnings: Fem Masturbation, Drug Use (Weed), High!Steve, Use of Y/N, A singular use of “Daddy”

A/N: I posted this a while back but it didn’t seem to come up in the tags, so here it is again! Part 2 will be out in a few days! As always, requests are open <3

Thank you @lfaewrites​ for looking this over for me, eternally thankful for uuu

You looked down at your black stained fingers, internally cringing at the dirty marks you were leaving on your paper coffee cup. You had spent all morning collecting newspapers in hopes you could find somewhere else, anywhere else to live.

You either were stuck renting a room from an old lady or stuck renting a room in a house full of people. You just wanted something simple, an apartment with a roommate and maybe a cat.

“You finally giving up babes?” your friend, Robin, says as she takes a seat across from you. You just throw the paper down in frustration, Robin chuckling to herself.

“I’ll take that as a no?” she teases as she picks up the newspaper from the table, “Oof shared bedroom with 4 cats? I see why you’re so frustrated.”

You pick your head up from the table, looking up at her with borderline tears in your eyes.

“I can’t live with my roommates anymore Robs, they’re so dirty,” you groan, the idea of living there any longer making you extremely nauseous.

“I told you about my friend Steve’s place, right?” she questions as she sips on her coffee, her eyebrow quirked.

“No?” you counter, only ever hearing his name in passing in the few times you and Robin have hung out in the past year.

“Oh, his roommate just moved out. Let me give him a call when I get back to the house and I will find out for you,” She says with a wide smile.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?!” you screech, throwing a wadded up piece of newspaper towards her head.

—

You stand in front of the door to Steve’s apartment, rocking back and forth on your feet, contemplating on just leaving and never showing up to the meeting Robin set up.

Finally, you decide fuck it and knock on the door. It’s shy and timid but nonetheless gets the attention of the people inside. When the door abruptly opens, you're met with one of the prettiest boys you’ve ever seen.

HIs hair is styled perfectly and he’s wearing the cutest sweater that brings out his eyes. His lips are so pink you just want to reach up and kiss him. You’re finally brought out of your haze when the man speaks up.

“Y/N?” he questions as he steps to the side and lets you in. You nod your head at his question, taking in the sight before you. The apartment is clean, really clean which makes you relax a little bit at the sight.

“You must be Steve,” You counter with a small smile, he nods his head and leads you to the living room where you're met with another, pretty stranger.

“Who is it babe?” the stranger asks Steve, who blushes at the pet name.

“S’ possibly a new roommate, this is Y/N. Robin’s friend,”

“Nice to meet you darlin’, m’ Eddie..” he says as he cracks the prettiest smile you have ever seen.

You squeak out a small “Hi” and make your way to the living room. Steve ushers you to sit down, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. He stays standing with his hands on his hips as he stares daggers at Eddie, whose feet are propped up on the coffee table.

“Sorry daddy,” Eddie barks, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. Steve rolls his eyes before turning back to you.

“Do you want a drink? Eddie has some beers he left here or I have some wine?” he questions as he shifts from foot to foot, nerves visible in his mannerisms.

“Wine sounds lovely..” you say with a smile. You watch as he retreats to the kitchen, admiring how his little hips sway as he walks. You shouldn’t be looking at either of them this way, but you can’t help it. They’re both just so pretty.

Steve comes back with two glasses of wine and a beer. He hands the beer to Eddie before leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss. He turns to you offering the glass to you before settling down on the couch between you and Eddie.

“So how long have you and Robin been friends? I’m shocked we’ve never met..” Steve says as he takes a sip of his wine.

“Only about a year. We don’t get together enough but she knew about my urgent situation and mentioned you. She’s mentioned you a few times, you sound like a delight,”

Delight? Who the fuck says that?

Steve chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, “I guess you could say that.. I try to be a fun guy but between the two of us Eddie usually outshines me,” he says with a blush.

“Awwww darlin’” Eddie says sarcastically, nudging his shoulder into Steve’s.

The three of you make easy conversation, finally settling at the dining room table. You all are several beers and glasses of wine deep when Steve finally brings up the elephant in the room.

“So, I know it’s not like… common? To see two guys together but that isn’t going to be a problem is it?” Steve asks, his gaze averting your own as he reaches his hand out to hold Eddie’s.

“Oh goodness no! I um- have had my fair share of uh- times? With girls- so I know how scary it can be to be out. I’m not but- Yeah not a problem,” you stutter out.

Steve lets out a deep breath, as does Eddie. They both have big smiles on their faces, leaning towards each other to capture each other's lips in a sweet kiss.

“So, roommates?”

“Roommates…”

—

“How many boxes are there?” Eddie questions as he makes yet another trip up the stairs with your things. You chuckle to yourself and roll your eyes at him but after three more trips up and down the stairs, you’re finally done unloading yours and Steve’s cars.

The three of you kick back on the couch with a couple of beers and look at all of the boxes littering the living room. The idea of unloading them all overwhelmed you, and you hoped one of the boys would help but you know you’ve already asked enough of them.

“I’ll help you sweetheart, you can wipe that little look off your face,” Steve says, causing you to giggle.

“Thanks Stevie..” You say with a smile. You finish your beer, finally getting up to start unpacking enough to sleep in your new room for one night.

You find the box labeled “Bathroom” and begin to unpack it. You had been working all day unloading and loading things, you knew you were ripe and needed a good shower. You pull out your body soap, shampoo and conditioner before digging through several other boxes until you find an old band tee and shorts.

In the middle of digging through your panties, your doors burst open as Steve makes his way into your room. You’re holding up a lacy thong when you meet his gaze, the white fabric making Steve blush.

“Um- Eds said he would put your bed frame back together before he goes back to his apartment. He said he would while you shower?” You’re bright red looking back at Steve, your panties still on full display between the two of you.

“O-okay sounds good Steve..” You finally snap out of your daze and put the panties down, sending Steve a small smile until Steve backs out of the doorway.

You’re flustered when you get in the shower a few moments later. You’re stuck thinking about Steve’s face when he saw your panties, his pink cheeks causing heat to pool at your center.

You snake your hands down to your pussy, your fingers parting at your folds before it drifts back up to catch your clit. You rub yourself until it isn't enough, your fingers begin teasing your hole, dipping in a little bit at a time until you've worked yourself up to two fingers. You spend the next few minutes working yourself towards an orgasm, soft whimpers and chants of “Steve” coming from your lips. You come hard, seeing little stars as your thighs shake with pleasure.

You clean yourself up the rest of the way, getting out of the shower and opening the door to your room, only to be met with Eddie bent over, attempting to put together your headboard and bed frame.

“Oops! Sorry, I thought you’d be done..” you squeak which only causes Eddie to whip around. This time, Eddie turns bright red. His eyes traveling down, drinking you in as you stand there, mortified.

Eddie chuckles and finally adverts his gaze to the ground.

“Sorry sweetheart, I know my way around 3 things. Cars, Guitars and Steve’s body. A bed frame? It’s got me beat sweetheart,” he rubs at the back of his neck, about to open up his mouth again when Steve comes back with his little rolling tray.

“Tried to roll up for you Eds, wanna smoke before you go?” Steve asks sweetly, smiling down at Eddie like an idiot in love.

“Yeah babes, I’ll be right there. Let me just finish this here and I’ll be right out,” Eddie says with a smile. He gets back to work quickly as you rush to the box beside him in order to grab your clothes.

“I like the shirt, Ozzy. Metal,” He mumbles almost to himself, you turn around and offer him a smile before ducking back into the bathroom in order to change and get in bed.

When you’re finally dressed, you make your way out to the living room to find your box containing your linens. As soon as you're bent over picking up the box, a voice startles you.

“Hey pretty girl, lemme get that for you,” Steve says as he rushes to your side to lift the heavy box. He carries it to your room, setting it beside your bed. He looks down at you, his eyes are droopy and his mouth looks like it has the prettiest permanent smile you have ever seen.

“Thank you Steve,” you say as he tips an imaginary hat towards you, you giggle and begin unpacking the box. You find your sheets and quilt, quickly making your bed before slipping in and drifting off to sleep.

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