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john-get-the-salt · 8 months

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Third Times A Charm (w/tyrion lannister)

Imagine: Two times Tyrion realized he was falling in love with you, and then the third time when he finally did something about it.

Contains: cute Tyrion moments, use of she/her pronouns, fem!reader, Bronn totally shipping his two besties, brief mentions of rated R activities but no actual acts, some lyrics from High Enough by K.Flay because i think they fit the way Tyrion would love so well

Warnings: none

Tyrion wasn't sure exactly when he began falling in love with you. There were plenty of instances that he longed for you, but he couldn't be sure when that feeling began.

Could it have begun that night you drank too much ale and accidentally shared some of your deepest secrets?

Tyrion and Bronn were hiding away from the world and drinking together, as they did any other night, when a knock at the door to Tyrion's chambers interrupted them.

"Yeeeees?" Tyrion called out. The door to his chambers creaked open and a familiar face popped in.

"I was walking past and couldn't help but overhear the two of you. Are you having fun without me?"

The men grinned at you.

As the daughter of a distant lord you'd been sent on your families behalf to King's Landing a few weeks ago to mend your people's relationship with the iron throne and according to your father, find a wealthy husband. Despite Tyrion's reputation you'd inexplicably befriended the man and his guard. Before long they were the few people in King's Landing that you trusted fully and vice versa.

"My lady!" Tyrion cheered.

You closed the door and plopped down at the table across from the two.

"Come on you two, share the goods."

They obeyed, opening a bottle and pouring out another glass of precious liquid. You took a hearty gulp, sighing as the liquid warmed your belly. "That's better. I'll tell you this, politics would be much more fun if everyone drank beforehand."

Bronn laughed. "That's what I've always said. Lads would start less wars if they had an ale in hand."

"And perhaps they would perform better....both on the battlefield and off!"

Tyrion shook his head fondly as he watched you and his guard giggle. He was so used to Bronn being a stubborn headed mule, but he treated you like a younger sister and you brought out the child in him.

Bronn wiped tears out of his eyes at his laughter died down. "And that's my cue, lass. Once I start laughing at your ridiculous jokes I know I've had too much to drink."

"Aw, but I've just started!"

"And I'm sure Tyrion would love nothin more than to continue drinking with you, my lady." He winked at the Lord, who was by then glaring at his guard. "But I take my leave." And with a nod goodbye Bronn was gone.

And then there were two. Lord Tyrion and yourself fell into easy conversation, swapping tales and laughing at each other's past misfortunes. He told you about the time he woke up hungover in a barn alongside goats and you told him of the time you accidentally started a fire after attempting to learn how to cook.

The night drew on, alcohol sipped and chugged down, and you two grew more and more inebriated. By time the alcohol was gone it was the middle of the night, and you were both lying on your backs on the floor rambling on about everything and nothing.

"Tyrion?" You asked at one point.

"My lady?”

"What would your dream life look like?"

"Do you not dream enough?"

You knocked his shoulder with yours, unable to withhold a giggle. "That's not what I mean, you buffoon. I mean if you could live anywhere, do whatever you wanted, what would you do?"

"That is a terribly deep question for a couple of intoxicated fools. What would you do?"

A sigh left your lips as your giggly mood slipped away. "I would live in the mountains, near the ocean. I'd tend to my garden and write and learn how to wield a bow and arrow. I'd set traps in the water and feast on seafood and fresh bread every night. And I'd have a husband who loved me even when I didn't love myself."

"Any children?"

You scrunched your nose. "No children. I mean, maybe one day, if my husband wanted. But I think I could be quite content with my world."

Tyrion was quiet as he thought about the question.

"I'd live somewhere far, far, away from Kings Landing. Far away from everybody, really. No neighbors. I would read every book I could get my hands on, sitting in a window where the sunlight hit just right. Not too far from the sea, so I could go feel the ocean breeze when I desired. And I would have my own apple trees, so I could make my own cider.

"That sounds nice," you murmured, eyelids beginning to droop. "I think I'll just sleep on your floor tonight, Ty. I'm much too tired to return to my own chambers."

"Here," he reached out a hand, pulling the blankets from of his bed and onto the floor. "We can at least stay warm."

Humming in thanks, you allowed yourself to be swathed in the warm furs. You curled closer to your friend, who always seemed to be radiating heat.

"Maybe in our dream lives we could neighbors." You whispered into the air as you began to fall asleep.

Tyrion smiled softly as he too began to succumb to the warmth inviting him to rest.

"Indeed."

•

If that hadn't been the time he began falling, was it when you saw right through the facade that fooled everyone else?

•

Tyrion sat amongst the lords and ladies, nursing a goblet of wine. The only reason he was allowed at these events was his family connections. No one discussed battle strategy, no one asked him to dance, and no one would even dare to attempt small talk.

And the prince was fine with that. That was what he always said, wasn't it? When faced with his harsh reality he would grin and snark and insist that he wouldn't be able to stand it even if someone tried. His sharp mouth protected his soft heart. And no one knew.

Tyrion caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, turning to see the only person stupid enough to approach him at a time like this. You.

"You foolish woman," Tyrion muttered as you settled at his side, your own cup in hand.

"I'm not going to deny it, but what have I done now?" Your voice came out smooth, the accent of silk brought out by the alcohol you'd no doubt been consuming.

"Your father told you to find a husband, and here you are during your best chance of that sitting with the pitiful dwarf."

He wasn't wrong. If you had any desire to find an advantageous match this was the time, as the King hosted lords from all across the continent. However, you had no such desire.

"I don't appreciate your lamenting tone. You know I care not for my father's wishes, I would much rather sit with my friend. These people are cruel to you, and thus I do not care for any of them.

"You know I care not what these people think of me, my lady. It no longer bothers me."

Yet even as Tyrion said that he could feel eyes on the two of you as you conversed, sharp as daggers.

"The world is a curse, Tyrion. It'll kill if you let it."

Tyrion turned to look at you. Your kept your gaze forward, eyes drinking in everything you could.

"Don't let it kill you."

•

Were either of those times the start? Tyrion couldn't be sure. But what he could be sure of, was the moment that he knew he needed to do something about it.

•

Of all your family, it was your younger sister who insisted you come home for an extended visit. She knew you planned to be at King's Landing for a long while but she missed you. More than that your father had allegedly began harping on her to find a husband the moment you left, and you couldn't stomach that. She was too young to worry of such things.

You obliged, after getting King Joffrey's blessing. You could not stand that petulant child, but all you had to do was bat your eyes and he usually allowed you to do as you wished. It helped that you tended to stay out of his way.

So for a few weeks you reunited with your family and homeland. Father was upset you hadn't managed to find a 'high ranking husband' but you were happy enough that he didn't press the issue. You told of the immature new king, dishing all the gossip of King's Landing. Your younger sisters, who'd never let the comforts of home, absorbed it all with childish wonder.

It was a comforting trip, but you found yourself missing King's Landing and a select few of it's inhabitants. You were quite relieved when it was time again to return.

The throne room was full, in the middle of a day court, when the thick heavy doors swung open. A front guardsman apologized for the interruption before announcing your official return. You stepped into the room with your spine straight as a pin and head held high, accompanied by your guards.

The corset you wore tightly gave the illusion of a perfect hourglass and did wonders for your bust, no doubt noticed by the King as he gave you a disgusting grin. You knew everyone's eyes were on you. Your father raised you to know that if you presented yourself as if you belonged, others wouldn't question it. It was how you moved unnoticed, how you infiltrated royalty when in reality you had no business in it. It was how you survived.

However this time there was an added, unexpected reaction. Unlike the first time you arrived in King's Landing, Tyrion was now witness to your official entry.

The moment you stepped through the doors his eyes were glued to your form. The lord wasn't used to seeing you this way. He was used to pants and tunics while practicing swordsmanship, riding boots while flying around on horses, tight buns and loose jackets as you chased after Bronn.

He already thought you beautiful, even when wearing tough leather and shaking dust from your hair. But wrapped in silks and diamonds you looked dangerously divine, like the gods themselves had blessed you.

You fit right in, Tyrion thought as you approached the King. You could easily be a member of royalty, a high lady, a queen. And when your eyes glided over to meet his, the way you shifted, the Prince had to raise his fist and bite into it for fear he would say something crass.

You stopped in front of the Iron Throne, bowing your head. "My grace, I thank you for your kindness in allowing me to return to your castle."

The child grinned, staring unashamedly at your body. "Of course, a creature as gorgeous as you is welcome to come and go as much as she pleases. Have a good time with daddy, did you?"

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. "Yes your grace. My father sends his love and support for your rule on the iron throne."

Joffrey preened. "Good. You may be dismissed."

"Thank you your grace." You bowed your head once more, and as you turned to leave you paused to face Tyrion. His gaze was still glued to you.

"My lord," you said softly, bowing deeply before rising and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Murmurs broke throughout the room, the people shocked that anyone dare acknowledge the dwarf in the presence of the king, but before anyone object you picked up your skirts and glided out of the throne room. As the doors closed and you made your way to your old chambers you could hear nothing but the beating of your own heart. Tyrion had been staring at you with such fervor, such awe....it made your skin prickle.

You reached your chambers and with shaky hands let yourself in. However when you attempted to close the door behind you it stuck, and someone forced their way in before slamming it behind them.

You teetered on your heels, falling back onto your bed with an oof. Eyes wide and blinking in surprise, you stared at Lord Tyrion as he now stood in your chambers. It was utterly silent as he walked over to the bed where you sat still as a statue. He stopped just in front of you, only a breaths width away.

"You bow to me, in front of the king and his people, in that dress and then expect to vanish." He paused for long enough to take a shuddering breath. "Had I no self control I would have taken you right there the moment you rose," he finally whispered.

Your lips parted, eyes measuring his expression before meeting his gaze.

"And how’s your self control now....my lord?"

•

Tyrion chuckled to himself at the memory. That was a long night, and the official beginning of this angelic new life.

"Humoring yourself, my love?"

Speaking of angels...the lord turned to watch as you approached him. For his entire life before you, he was fighting. Fighting for his place in the world, fighting to be inspired. For what was life without inspiration, without reason, without drive? He used to like liquor to get him inspired, but you were his new supplier.

Tyrion held out his hand and you wordlessly took it as you joined him in overlooking the gardens.

"Just reminiscing on the times we're shared, my dear. I was trying to decide when exactly I began falling in love with you, but for the life of me I can not seem to narrow it down."

You smiled sweetly. "I know the exact moment I began falling in love with you."

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

Instead you shook your head. "That's for me to cherish, and for you to ponder."

The lord tsked. "I'll get you to tell me, mark my words."

You cheeks warmed as you gazed at him. "I'm sure you will....eventually."

Tyrion chuckled before he raised your hand in his, kissing your knuckles softly.

"I'm in no rush, my dear. After all-we have forever."

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the-kingshound · 1 day

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Me, a sicko, reading the new short: hahaha yeeees YEEEEES

Oh it was so tasty i love angst thank you ❤️

Aw I'm glad the food was good

#cute anon

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anincompletelist · 5 months

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HAPPY SUNDAY! :D

thanks to @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew ya'll had some SERIOUS prose to share today omg and I ATE IT UP! thank you for always blessing us with your lovely writing, I am in awe of you :')

I wish I could say I had something brand new to share but I've been trying to make headway on the two Big Boys - hitman and bridesmaids (just crossed 40k! halfway point yay!) - so here's a bit of bridesmaids to celebrate !!!

“I am an adult, y’know,” Alex muses blankly. “If something makes me uncomfortable I can just leave.”

“Not necessarily. It’s your sister’s bachelorette party. It wasn’t fair of me to put you in that position. But if you’d like me to leave, I can—”

“This is your apartment, H.” He pushes off of the wall again, his crossed arms filling Henry’s vision as he leans forward. When Alex speaks next, Henry can feel his breath across his forehead. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Back rigid against the open door, Henry holds his breath. “You don’t?”

“Should I?”

“Maybe,” he concedes. “After figuring out that I— that I want—”

“Me?” Alex supplies, stepping impossibly closer, both of his feet planted on either side of Henry’s. “Would that be such a bad thing if you did?”

YEEEEE I legit can't wait for ya'll to read this I'm so excited about it. if you're up for sharing, I'd love to see what ya'll are working on @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @luainthewild @england-would-fall @zwiazdziarka and PLEASE also feel free to consider this an open tag if you see it! <3

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wonderbias · 1 year

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Somebody else

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Genre: Fluff, humor, angst.

Warnings: language, NSFW, Aemond being a hypocrite.

Word count: 3.5k

This is Part 2 of Secrets (Your fire).

All of this work was inspired by Symptom of your Touch by @yoonivy.

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I don't want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

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She wished she could concentrate on her notebook. Oh, she wished she could.

Let's see…the piping system is not the one that's failing, must be this hea-

"So yeah, he turned me around and started pounding me from behind, he likes to see my ass…"

Concentrate. Concentrate.

Check the equations. There must be an error in the press-

"...but what I like is the aftertaste after sucking him off, like my tong-"

ESCAPE. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

She then feels a hand on her back, and her friend and classmate Selene offers her a biscuit.

"Have you found the error?" Selene asks while moving closer to her laptop.

She shakes her head, a mistake because she was with an awful migraine.

"No, I haven't. The sexual talk behind me distracts me. I'm horrified.", she grabs one more biscuit before leaning closer to her friend. "Is it really necessary to talk about how much you like the aftertaste of your boyfriend after-"

"Eww! Wait, seriously? They were talking about that here? The professor is not even three meters away!" Selene makes a noise of disgust before shaking her head in disbelief. "That's…really out of place. Talk about that outside the classroom."

She shrugs, a gesture of 'What do you want me to say?' on her face.

They stay like that for a few hours, correcting and modifying the equations and talking about stuff.

"So, did you and Jon formalize the relationship or are you still…you know, tasting the waters?" she asked her friend, interested in her love life.

Selene blushed at the mention of Jon. They had met on a dating app and were dating-but-not for a year.

Then the professor announced the end of the class dismissing them. She packed her stuff and checked her phone.

Aemond T.

Last connection 19:04

Are you on campus? Yeeeees.

Just finished my last

What do you say if

class

we go out for a drink?

It's Friday after all.

Ohhh, I like your idea

But I have my laptop

here and I would

need to change my

clothes

I can drive you to

your house, don't

need to take the bus.

Really?

Anything for my princess

HAHAHAHHA

Duude

stop quoting

Tommy Wiseau

If you dye your hair

black you would look

like Tommy Wiseau

Wow.

Thank you.

My self-esteem is

crushed now.

😘😘😘

Not for you.

So, you're in the

parking lot?

On my way

She then places her phone in her jeans. Selene was waiting for her.

While they were walking they kept talking about Selene and Jon, she had confirmed that they were indeed dating.

"I must admit when you told me you were on a dating app I thought that there was no way that there was going to be a positive outcome," she said while nudging her friend with her elbow. "I still remember the funny stories of the guys and girls that messaged you. Ah, good times."

"Oh, shut up. For every ten that I blocked, only one was decent. But…yes, it was fun. I felt that it was the best for meeting someone without having to meet them, you know?" Sel said to her. She was now typing a message to her boyfriend, asking for a pick-up. She then looked at her friend and had an idea. "Babe, open yourself a Tinder."

She laughed loudly.

"Oh no, not in this lifetime. Also, I don't have pictures of myself and, what could I say I look for?" she answered to her friend. Deep down she knew what she wanted.

She wanted hi-

"But it would be perfect for you! Listen to me, listen: I'll help you, I'll be managing your profile and I'll take your photos, all you have to do is make the match and answer messages. It's perfect!", Sel said to her friend, she was excited about this new idea. "Come on! It's perfect! It'll help you find someone worthy of…distraction."

No, she didn't want him. It was a childish crush. Just a childish crush. It would pass.

She sighed. A part of her wanted to. The other part wanted to enumerate the dangers of meeting with strangers, not too happy with the idea.

But, she always needed a little push to do things. If her friend wanted and was willing to help her…maybe she should accept.

They came across Aemond's car, her best friend was outside waiting for her. He looked like a Balenciaga model: pure angles and boots, while also looking like the typical 'bad boy' that all Wattpad novels liked.

To keep it simple: he looked gorgeous, his beauty was out of this world. She thanked every God out there that she had no talent or ability for drawing or composing music, for she was sure that she would spend endless nights searching the right tone of blue for his eyes, or trying to express in a melody the way his laugh made the whole room brighter.

Oh, God. She was doomed.

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They were driving to her house so that she could drop her laptop and her bag, and also for her to change into a nicer set of clothes.

"You can stay in my apartment tonight. Don't worry," Aemond had said when they were a few blocks away from her house.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude," she says while looking for her keys in her bag.

She turns to look at him, he's furrowing his eyebrows, his lips slightly pressed.

"Of course. I'm inviting you because I want to and you're more than welcome," says Aemond, his lips now curled in a small smile. "Maybe we could have a sleepover. Ah! We can braid our hair and prank call guys!"

He laughs like he said the best joke ever.

It's not. Aemond has as much humor as a mass funeral. She groans.

"Are you joking or are you serious?"

"... I'm joking, but that's what girls do at sleepovers, don't they?"

"And I suppose that all guys do in sleepovers is go in a round and suck each other's di-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?! Where did you see that?!"

"I'm just asking! What did you do in sleepovers?"

"I JUST SLEPT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON."

"Are you sure? We both know you're not exactly normal…you like to keep your dick warm and wet…maybe you like to do it in front of a mirror…"

"..."

"...did you knot inside someone?"

"GET OUT OF MY CAR!"

She laughed loudly before getting out of the car in the direction of her house.

"I'll be back in a little while!" she screamed at him before closing the door to her house.

He sighed and then looked in the mirror, his face was red. His best friend could make him blush with her dirty jokes and her humor, since he met her he had found that keeping a straight face was hard, but she always managed to make him laugh and blush.

Aemond T.

Twenty minutes had passed and she still hadn't appeared. He pulled her phone to text her.

On line

What's taking you so long?

I hope you're not reading

the fic upload.

Noo, my sister wants

me to put makeup.

And I already read it

I'M SO ANGRY

WHY CAN'T BATMAN

AND CATWOMAN GET

MARRIED AND RAISE

THEIR ELEVEN KIDS

TOGETHER?

I liked it. Selina

WHYYYYYYYY

wasn't ready for

the life Bruce wanted

to have.

WHAT

THEY HAVE TO GET

MARRIED OR I'LL DIE

It's just a fic

In the comics she dumps

him too, a lot of times.

I'm ready

And I don't want to talk

about it. It's sad.😭😭😭

A little while later, she came out of her house. Her bag with her pajamas and other stuff in one hand, her purse in another. She was all in black, black shorts, a black top, a black coat, and black shoes.

"Wait. Are you wearing high heels?" Aemond said with a little surprise in his voice, she never wore high heels mainly because she was tall, almost six feet, and they made her self-conscious. "That's why it took you so long to come over here?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm laughing. No, my sister took me some pictures, Selene texted her and asked that she take some photos of me all dressed up. Hence the makeup," she pointed to her lips and eyes, where the makeup was more noticeable. Her lips were painted in a shade of red that reminded him of cherries. Did lipstick taste like fruits?

Wait…photos? She had taken a picture? She never did. He was lucky that he had one picture with her.

"Sel asked you for pictures? Why?", he asked with confusion in his eyes. He then had an idea and decided to joke with her. "Are you opening an Only Fans?"

But she mentioned Selene, why would she ask her for pictures?

She laughed and swatted his shoulder.

"No you idiot, the only thing I would be able to sell would be pictures of my feet," she said with amusement in her voice. "No, I'm…wait, promise me you won't laugh or mock me."

He raised one perfect brow.

"Now I'm intrigued. But yes, I promise I won't make fun of you."

"I'm opening a Tinder account," she said, excited at the idea.

"What?!" He was sure his eyes were going to pop out of his skull. "You can't be serious."

"Why? It's a good idea. Sel will manage my profile and all that, I just have to make the matches and talk. She found Jon like that, maybe…I can meet someone, or make new friends," she said, a small smile on her lips, eyes full of hope and want.

He wanted to tell her of the risks, of the exposure, of the rude people she would meet. He wanted to protect her from the deception and humiliation. He wanted her to know that guys could be playing with her or even using her. But he couldn't.

She was so excited, so willing to meet new people, so…hopeful and eager for new experiences. How could he destroy that? Who was he to tell her that what she searched for was impossible?

They were grown-ups, both of them now 24, and still she had never experienced a relationship. He knew that it was something that made her feel less.

He then parked the car, just a block away from the club. His hand ran through his hair while his mind decided to avoid the topic for the night.

"We're here. Come on." he motioned for her to get out of the car and the both of them began to walk through the sidewalk.

She wasn't accustomed to walking in high heels, but he had to say she did a pretty good job at concealing it.

He furrowed his eyebrows at the intrusive thought. Yes, she was tall, why wouldn't she have long legs? Great reasoning Aemond.

She has really long legs.

They managed to enter the club, his hand protectively laying on the middle of her back softly pushed her to enter first, the air of the place felt hot against his face. He sighed and followed her inside.

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After she drank the first sip of her gin-tonic, he pulled closer to talk in her ear.

"Take my credit card," he said, his breath warm on her cheek. "I invite you, pay whenever you want."

She blushed a little at the closeness but nodded. He smiled at her and ruffled her hair.

"So, how's the whiskey?"

"Surprisingly good. Your gin?"

"Already kicking in." she smiled at him, her fingers drumming on the table. "Why did you react like that in the car?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

"Aemond…come on. You were shocked when I told you that I would be creating a profile in a dating app, what's wrong with it?" she asked.

He looked down, his index finger scratching the table. After a deep breath, he raised his gaze and met her eyes.

"I think you're taking an unnecessary risk," he admitted, arms crossed. "You can…get hurt and expose yourself to danger."

She took a sip of her drink, the bittersweet taste calming her.

"Why an unnecessary risk? It's a safe way of meeting people and, on the contrary, I'm not exposing myself to danger. I already have everything planned," she assured him.

He condescendingly rolled his eyes, she didn't understand his point.

"Everything rarely comes out as planned, you know that. There are situations where not even a “Plan C” can prepare you for," he remarked. He then moved closer and lowered his voice. "What would you do if the person ghosts you? What if they are insistent and never leave you alone? What if…what if they want to do something that you're not comfortable doing and you're not in a public place?"

"I'm not a child, I know the risks, and those are the same risks that I would face if I met someone in person and agreed to go on a date," she answered in an arrogant tone, her anger already bubbling. Or was it shame?

He only shook his head in disbelief.

"You're being unnecessarily stubborn," he replied to her in the same condescending tone. He noticed that she was already huffing, a haughty look on her face. Now he was also getting pissed off, why wouldn't she understand?

He drank the last of his whiskey, "I'll be honest: you lack romantic interaction and you have an idealistic view of what to expect in a relationship. They'll take advantage of you and you'll end up humiliated, disappointed, and losing your virginity to some asshole who only wants to get it wet for a night. You're a middle schooler playing with adults when it involves romance and sexual relationships, you know nothing."

For a couple of minutes, the tension was almost palpable. She didn't know if the music beat was making her dizzy or if it was her rapid heartbeat. She could see in his eyes a little regret but his pride and arrogance wouldn't let him admit he had been too harsh on her.

"I…I might lack a lot of things, experience is one of them. You may be right in…everything, I can't compete with your reasoning," she replied with the last ounces of dignity she had left, he had made sure of wiping what was left of her self-esteem. "But I can't take seriously your words when you fucked for months your brother best friend and then pinned around her like a fucking lost puppy. The one that lacks social cues here is you."

She then stood up, her legs a little shaky.

With her legs a little wobbly and barely containing the tears she walked to the bathroom. Once inside a cubicle, she let them fall.

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Aemond went to ask for another whiskey. Then another and another. What she had said…yeah, it was like being slapped, she had no right-

Fuck. She had every right. He had been terribly out of place. Seven Hells, he crushed her self-esteem, called her a 'middle schooler' when it came to relationships, and even mocked her virginity.

The asshole of the year prize was for him.

He wanted to apologize, to tell her that what he had said had been all a lie. But, how? What he had said were his real thoughts.

She was too…he didn't want to say innocent, but…she needed someone who loved and cared for her, who appreciated what and who she was, not an idiot who thought with his dick. She needed someone worthy of her…and it was almost impossible to find someone that did.

He sighed and emptied his glass, not wanting to think anymore.

"You seem deep in thought…you're too handsome to have that look upon your face," a rich and velvety voice talked to him.

He turned around to find a girl sitting on a stool. Dark hair, full lips, small nose, dressed up in a dark red dress.

He pulled his best charming smile and nodded.

He could use a distraction.

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She liked the cubicle. It was small, surprisingly clean, and allowed her privacy.

She didn't want to leave, but at the same time she wanted her bed, wanted the weight of the blankets over her body, wanted to forget for a little while she existed.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, you, all right? Are you crying?" a soft voice talked to her.

"Honey, we heard you. Come on, we don't bite," another voice, a little raspier, said to her.

"Oh no, no I'm fine," Gods, she didn't want any more humiliation.

With a sigh, she opened the door and found herself surrounded by three girls.

"Boyfriend?" a soft voice asked.

"Best friend," she replied with a sniff.

"Best friend who you're in love with?" the red-haired with a headband asked.

She stared deep in thought at the mirror and nodded.

"Well…we're here to help," said the girl with a slightly raspy voice.

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She didn't know how long she had been dancing. After a really long talk and some comfort, the group of girls invited her to dance with them. A good distraction.

Her hands were intertwined with the red-haired girl, her feet hurt and she didn't know the song, but she felt a rush of happiness that she hadn't felt in some time. She couldn't help but grin at every twist that her feet did, her hips moving to the rhythm of the music.

After twisting and changing positions she raised her gaze, and she found him.

There he was, sitting down in the bar, a gorgeous brunette at his side, her hand on his chest.

She could only raise her hand to give him the middle finger, immediately noticing his whole demeanor changing.

She turned around to keep dancing, her hands wiping the tears on her face.

Another friendship lost.

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It was well past 3 am. She was tired, her head and body hurt, and she couldn't tolerate another second standing on those bloody heels.

"Hi mom, could you pick me up?... Yes, Aemond had a family emergency and had to leave, couldn't drop me by… Okay, I'll wait," she talked over the phone, saying lie after lie, hoping that nobody asked.

As for Aemond…he had left with that gorgeous woman, without looking back at her.

He even dared to leave her a last text.

Aemond T.

Last connection 2:25

Remember you have

my card. Don't lose it.

Had he always thought of her like that? Like she was some kind of idiot that wandered in life with an idealistic view of relationships? She had thought he understood her, how lonely and out of place she felt in the world.

I was only being

honest. I'm sorry I hurt

you, that wasn't my

intention.

Let me know when you

get home.

She had thought of using his credit card to buy her new friends' drinks, but she didn't want to make things worse over money. So, she had used it to pay for their drinks, only to find he had invited someone a mojito, what a gentleman. She snickered at the thought.

Fuck, they even shared fanfiction with each other, he was as weird as she was.

Yeah, it fucking hurt to be called all that but, to be disregarded like that by the person you've been in love for four years? By the person you thought was your rock, that would never leave your side?

She hadn't expected that.

Not from him.

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The woman in his bed moaned as he fucked her from behind, his hands gripping her hips while maintaining an animalistic pace. The smell of sex filled his room.

"Yes! Yes! Oh! Right there…!", she came around him, hard, whimpering as his hips maintained the same rhythm in search for his release.

He unexpectedly came hard, like he hadn't done it in a long time. Moans and indescribable sounds coming out of his mouth. They stayed like that for a while, until their breathing came back to normal.

He pulled out and went to discard the condom in his bathroom. When he came back, his companion was still in the same position watching him with an indescribable look in her eyes.

"The girl that was with you, who is she?" the brunette asked, her voice raspy from all her screaming. The woman looked at him with something akin to amusement.

"My best friend," he answered dryly. They were still friends, right?

"And does she have a name?"

He raised a brow in curiosity but still answered, saying the name of his best friend.

His companion burst out laughing, tears falling from her eyes at the fun in the situation.

"What's so funny about that?" he was getting a little tired of being mocked.

"Nothing…just wanted to know to who belonged the name you were moaning as you came."

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howlingday · 9 months

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Jaune: (Sobbing)

Pyrrha: Nora... I expect you to be the woman of the team. That means you'll have a lot of responsibility. And I need to know that you can be independent.

Jaune: (Wailing)

Pyrrha: Oh! Jaune is crying!

Jaune: N-No! I'm... I'm not crying because real men don't cry! And I'm a real man!

Pyrrha: Aw... You see, Nora? That's why I need to trust you when I'm gone. He's going to go out and make something of himself, but only if you can help him get there. I've seen the work you've done with Ren, and now I need you to do the same for Jaune. He's needs to be strong, like us.

Jaune: You are strong!

Pyrrha: Yes, because we're women! The most powerful of the mighty, the strongest of the superiors! We do whatever we want to do, whenever and wherever, because we're women. I could take a shit right here, and nobody would question it!

Jaune: (Clings to her leg) I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO, PYRRHAAAAAAAA~!

Pyrrha: Thank you, Jaune... I needed this.

Ren: (Taps scroll)

youtube

Pyrrha: Nooooo! Not the music!

Jaune: (Sniffling)

Nora: (Pats his back)

Jaune: Right... The flamers... READY THE HEAVY FLAMERS!

Pyrrha: (Pedestal rising) I'm going out in a blaze of glory~!

Ruby: (Lifts heavy flamer)

Pyrrha: It will be glorious! Truly amazing~!

Yang/Blake: (Aims heavy flamers)

Pyrrha: It'll be wonderful~!

Weiss: (Places fingers on the trigger)

Pyrrha: It will be great...

Jaune: I LOVE YOU, PYRRHA NIKOS!

Pyrrha: Good-bye~!

RWBY: (Pull the triggers)

Pyrrha: (Standing tall, On fire) OW! A REAL WOMAN WILL SET HERSELF ON FIRE FOR NOW REASON!

Jaune: YEEEEES!

Pyrrha: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (Explodes)

Nora: (Looks at diadem given by Pyrrha, Places it upon her head)

Jaune: You were always my waifu, Pyrrha. My Pyrrhaifu...

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 11 months

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Aw it's so cute that Earth starts petting Sun's rays when his OCD is stressing him out

yeeeee

she apologizes to him for it being demeaning in a way but I thought it was cute >w<

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gaybananabread · 2 years

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for tickletober, could you do 25 with lee!macaque and ler!wukong? no pressure tho!!

Absolutely! Sorry this came out later than normal, school got in the way.

Lee: Macaque

Ler: Wukong

Summary: Macaque's craving attention, and Wukong makes sure he gets his fill.

Warnings: slight swearing. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"MACAQUE!"

The soaking wet Monkie King stormed down the hallway, searching for the mischievous culprit. Mac had been pulling pranks all week, including an automatic water balloon launcher outside Wukong's bedroom. He was pissed, to say the least.

He used his powers to dry his fur, leaving it poofed up. "Dang it." He tried to smooth it out, but his efforts just made it worse. "Macaque is so getting it.

Mac's other jokes had consisted of flipping his bedroom upside-down, leaving clingy shadow clones in his closet, and switching all his clothes out with pink bunnie onesies. This was the last straw, and the king was out for revenge.

The simian in question was hiding out in his room, creeping in a nearby shadow. He was silently laughing to himself, fist-bumping the shadow clone that set off the launcher. He was confident he wouldn't be caught, and with a few compliments, he would be out of any and all trouble.

He was wrong.

*BAM* "Gotcha!"

He yelped, startled by the slammed door, and fell into the light, looking up at an angry Wukong. "O-oh, hey Peaches. Your fur looks great, you do something new with it?" "That is IT!" He was scooped up by the monkey and tossed over his shoulder. "Hey! Put me down!"

Mac was ignored, and promptly tossed on his bed. Wukong followed, straddling him. "You are such a jerk! You've played all these annoying pranks, and for what? To mess with me?" He laughed nervously. "Oh come on, you know they were fun! And you're not hurt, so no harm done! Now just let me up, and we can watch a movie or som-" "That's it! You want attention!"

He froze, tensing under Wukong's grip. Shit. Just the realization he wasn't looking for. "Whahat? No, I was just- you know- havin' fun!" He scoffed. "Yeah, no. You only piss me off when you want attention. And considering everything you did, you must be pretty needy. Maybe, ya know, asking would help."

Nah, too much work. "But, doesn't matter. I've got the perfect idea. You get attention, and I get some revenge." He put his hands on Mac's sides, tapping his fingers. He squirmed around fighting a smile. A blush crept onto his face, dusting his cheeks a lively pink.

"Awe, you're blushing! That is so cute! Now try and smile!" As soon as he said those words, the corners of Macaque's mouth twitched upward, receiving a coo from the king. It shouldn't be that easy, but it was. He had him pegged; he wanted attention all week. He didn't want to ask. And he wasn't opposed to this method either. He just wished that the teasing was gone.

"Cohome on!" He arched a brow, smirking. "Come on what? Come on and tickle me? Come on and turn me into a puddle of cute laughter? Come on and make me admit you're right? Gotta be specific, bud." Said simian groaned, giggles lacing his defeat. He knew that he had to ask, but he REALLY didn't want to. The teases were already getting to him, and asking would make everything worse. Damn it.

"Cahan- can youpleasetickleme?" His face was ruby red, spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck. "Sorry, what was that? Gotta speak up, Plum." That got him kicked, but it was worth it to see the look on Mac's face. "Can you plehease ti-tickle me?" As the words left his mouth, wiggly fingers descended on his ribs, scratching at every bone.

Mac burst into happy, unrestrained laughter. He had been craving this feeling all week, and it was like like giving alcohol to an alcoholic. It tickled really bad, but it felt so good.

"WUHUKOHOHONG!" He tweaked a bad spot, causing the monkey below him to shriek. "Yeeeees?" Before he could answer, one hand dove into his armpit, and laughter was all he could manage. "Huh, guess it was nothing."

When the tickle assault paused, Mac drank in some much needed air, giggling away the phantom tickles spreading on his torso. "Ready for round 2?" He looked up at Wukong, breathing in a few more times before nodding.

"Let's try up here." He hovered his fingers over Mac's neck, causing him to scrunch up his shoulders. "Thahat's not fair. It's a bahad spot!" He sighed. "Well, I guess I could go somewhere else, like your thighs. Get that spot riiight in the back that makes you scream. It woul-" "Fine! Juhuhust- just get ihit over with!"

Fingers glided across his neck, and he melted into the touch as his tailed thumped against the bed. His hiccupy giggling filled the room. "Music to my ears!" When he moved up to Mac's ears, the giggles started jumping around in pitch.

"WuhukoHOHOng! *snort* IHIHIT- it's so BAHAHAHAD!" The king gasped, a smile appearing on his face. "Did you just snort? That is so cute! Do it again!" He scratched along the shell of his ear, awarded with another snort and some squeaky giggles.

Macaque was lost in a world of giggles and snorts. The feeling was amazing, and he loved spending time with the other monkey, though he'd never admit it. This was the happiest he'd been in weeks.

Wukong admired his work. Mac was a breathless, blushy mess. The blush on his face was a fiery red, enveloping his and ears. While this was one of his favorite sights ever, he knew that the ravenette was spent. He stopped the tickling, instead using his hands to rub at Mac's ears, soothing the phantom tickles.

As soon as we was released, Mac curled in on himself, giggling away the remaining tingles. Behind him, his tail subconsciously intertwined with Wukong's. Said monkey lied down next to him, snuggling up. They cuddled on the bed, both happy with how the day had gone.

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