#i'm not using that word right. but i own english now so deal with it

[hychlorions]

evil stardew posting

#.docx #i just know this is going to immediately fill up his heart meter #hence the entrapment #i'm not using that word right. but i own english now so deal with it

[russellsppttemplates]

Not anymore (Lando Norris)

Lando's determined to make you see where you belong

Note: english is not my first language. I hope this is still enjoyable to read as I really challenged myself with these pieces! I'm not sure how good this is (or how much you will want to kill me)! This is part 2 of We don't fit together ! Edit: I used a line from dumplingsjinson (they're the best 🫶✨️)

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: mentions reader's insecurities about herself and about her relationship with Lando, curse words, bloodwork

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

Part 1

The past couple of days were strange. Lando still sent you his usual good morning and good night texts he would send whenever you didn't spend the night together, and you replied. Still, because of your schedule and his schedule, the text for the dreaded conversation came through only this morning

From Lan

Needed to get my bloods done and then Jon also needed a physical assessment so this morning was a rush, but I'm free for the rest of the day if you want to talk, lovie

To Lan

I'll be home for the whole day, you can come here whenever it's best for you!

Tidying the place up a bit, the thoughts on your head kept the same train of ideas. You didn't fit his lifestyle, and the constant doubts you felt were certainly not the way you wanted to go about your life.

There was a knock on the door when you were fluffing the pillows and you walked up to open it, see Lando with somewhat dark circles under his eyes and a bunch of your favourite flowers, "Come in", you said softly as you both headed to the living room, sitting down since you didn't know what else to do.

"Thank you for texting, there was this part of me that didn't believe you would", you admitted. This was the time to be honest, still remaining polite and aware of the words leaving your mouth.

"Of course I did, Y/N, I want us to talk this out, I want us out of this rough patch", Lando pleaded softly, "I'm so sorry for not noticing you were feeling like this", he offered, cutting through the silence when you seemed to not know what to say to kick-start the conversation.

"It's not your fault, Lando", you spoke the truth, "you have been on my mind every conscious second, every thought is about this and I- I really don't know how we will do this, how we will do that", you pointed to him in allusion to the goal he had, "I'm sorry".

Lando gulped, rubbing his hands on his thighs before speakingup, "I did too, and I want you to know I just want you to be happy, fuck, there's nothing I want more in life than to see you happy, and right now it pains me that I am the one that's making you hurt", he let his heart out.

"It's not only your fault", you whispered again, this time looking at him. Your insecurities were just that - your own - and you were responsible from how certain triggers made you feel and react, "I have to be the one to know how to deal with these".

"And I want to help you, lovie, you don't have to do this all alone all the time", Lando offered, "I want us to work and this is a conjoined effort - you shouldn't be doing that alone".

Silence filled the room as the gears turned in your head before you looked up again, seeing the broken look on Lando's face, "Do you think we should take a break? Spend some time away from eachother?", you voiced.

Lando didn't expect the option you suggested. Spending time further apart didn't seem like the right thing to do when you were obviously feeling like you didn't fit in and belong in his life, "are you sure that's the way to go? We'll do what you feel the most comfortable and happy with, but I don't want you to feel like I want you away or that you have to keep away from me - I want you with me for as much time as you can give me".

"It's silly, I know - I've never done this before, I don't know what to do", you shrugged your shoulders. Usually, by the time any insecurities shone through, your past partners had already left.

Lando sighed, "If that is what you think is going to help I'm all in, Y/N. I'll do anything to prove to you that I'm serious about this, but I'm giving up on us, I'm going to fight for you", Lando stated as tears started forming in his eyes, keeping them at bay because this wasn't the end. It couldn't be.

"I'm going to show you just how much you belong with me and how well we fit together, okay?", he checked with you, seeing a small nod, the uncertainty behind it only fueling him to put all his efforts into it.

.

"I wanted to do something we haven't done in a while", Lando said over the phone as he packed the tupperwares into the basket.

"Yes? And what would that be?", you asked. Lando kept a respectful distance but he made sure that everyday that you didn't spend together, you knew he was thinking about you and doing all these little things to remind you of how much he loved you and how you were meant to be together.

"I'm not going to tell you because it's a surprise, but I need to warn you to bring comfortable shoes, and as much as I love your little dresses, anything without a skirt would be better", you heard him smile.

"Okay, anywhere I should go to?", you wondered, "I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes if that's okay?", he quesioned, getting a positive answer from you, "see you soon, beautiful girl, I love you!".

Lando finished packing the picnic basket, getting the napkins and the drinks from the fridge so he could go to his bedroom and get ready.

He planned a fun afternoon, starting with a cycle around the city before finishing with a picnic in the park as he knew it was one of your favourite things. He had come up with many of your favourite plans to do together lately and he was feeling good about it. There was nothing he wanted more than to show you that you fit together and that both of your lives could compliment eachother if you both made adjustments. He was going out less than he used to and favouring to spend that time with you, he made sure you knew he was there and that he wasn't planning on leaving.

Finding a t-shirt and some jeans, he got two buckets hats from the new Quadrant Spring collection they would be launching soon and got ready to leave the apartment.

The drive to your wasn't long, but he never knew with the after lunch traffic, finding a good spot for his car and seeing you already at the entrance of the building, checking the street before crossing it, "hey, Lan", you smiled as you got inside the vehicle, kissing his cheek softly as he drove out of the spot once you had your seatbelt on, "hey, baby, how has your day been?".

"It's good, better now that I'm getting out of the house with some very nice company", you smiled.

The park wasn't too far, and when Lando parked near the rental city bikes with a smirk on his face, you knew what he wanted to do for the afternoon, "we're cycling?", you beamed.

"Yes! I also have some snacks here for a picnic later", Lando got the basket from the cartrunk, carrying it to the bike and making sure it was safely attached to it, scanning the code for his bike and then yours.

"Wait", he said as you were making sure the seat was at the right height, cycling around the area. Fishing out the bucket hat from the basket, he shook it a little so it would have a nice shape before putting it on your head, kissing your lips softly as he looked at you, "these are new and I needed my prettiest model to try them on first", he charmed as you blushed, "plus, I don't want the sun to blind you or burn you".

You cycled around your favourite spots in town, Lando occasionally taking pictures of the city and you with his camera and waving at the odd person who noticed and recognised it was him and you on the bikes, before you returned to the park, deciding to cycle to your favourite spot by the old big trees, blossoming from the spring sun.

"Thank you for this", you mumbled as you wiped your lips free of crumbs from the cake you had.

"Y/N, I won't stop fighting for us when we have something worth fighting for", he smiled, pulling you to lay on the blanket with him and holding your hands between your bodies, "I also got this really cool invite for the new exhibition at the museum - that one you wanted to see - and you want to know why it is so cool? Because we get the exhibition all to ourselves, no one else is going to be there which means you can take as long as you want and I can admire you all to myself and all I want too", he kissed your cheek.

"Sounds like a nice plan, thank you", you kissed his jaw.

.

You scanned your paddock pass as walked in the directions you were giving, not wanting to mess up the schedule and the lined up events everyone had.

They had been experimenting with new events to promote motorsport, adding parties and sunset events to the race weekend on order to gather all of the sponsors, famous people and fans who were interested in seeing the behind the scenes of a luxurious and extravagant race weekend.

"Everyone who still doesn't have a bracelet can come through here, please", one of the women in black suits called as you stood in that line, waiting for you turn.

"Here you go, enjoy the party!", she smiled, letting you go through and carrying on with her tasks.

The section involving the paddock, pitlane and the starting grid decorated with lights over bars serving drinks while staff went around with trays with small canapés.

You supposed this did work or they wouldn't try it out, after all it was an expensive sport and the more investors and sponsors they got, the better, so every little interaction and publicity was welcomed. You recognised a lot for the faces from Instagram and other social media platforms, along with some of the sponsors you had spent races sitting next to in the garage.

The face you wanted to see the most was nowhere in sight as you saw Oscar and Zak in the distance, talking to someone you recognised being one of their sponsors.

When you stepped closer to the area where most drivers seemed to be hanging out, you spotted Lando and he spotted you.

It had been nearly a year since you called it quits. It wasn't working for you and no matter how much Lando tried and fought for your relationship, you still didn't feel comfortable and thought you'd be better without eachother. It wasn't easy and to this day it would probably be one of your biggest regrets.

Maybe today you'd get to ease that heavy feeling in your chest.

Lando knew a lot of people would be there tonight, but your face wasn't one he expected. Last thing he heard about you was that you had made a small career switch and started working with another company, so he figured you were probably invited through one of the people with deep pockets wanting to invest in motorsport, knowing how it always looks nice on the company to invite employees to these fixtures.

As he saw his father and Max walk up to where you were, he walked in your direction, hoping to divert them so they wouldn't see you, another person pulled him with him to the side for a photo and it became impossible for him to not notice you and the other way around.

“It’s been… It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”, you spoke up when you locked eyes and stood close enough to eachother.

"Yes, it has", Lando stated, "how have you been?", he wondered.

"I've been okay, and I see you have been doing well too - the car looks great this year", you congratulated, "I've been meaning to text you because I wanted to talk", you tried.

It took you some time to work on your insecurities, to learn to feel uncomfortable in some situations and get yourself out of them, and now you felt ready to begin again, feeling comfortable in your own skin.

"What did you want to tell me? You can tell me here", he stated coldly.

To say you broke his heart would be an understatement.

Despite all of his efforts, stopping DJ'ing, being conscious of who he hung out with, making sure he spent as much time with you as he could, you still raised concerns about how you were like oil and water.

Not made to be together.

"This really isn't the best place", you looked around as he pulled you inside the McLaren garage that was just on the side, exchanging a look with the security guard that was making sure no one broke in without permission.

"Is it good here now?", he offered.

"It will have to do", you smiled, "I'm sorry things didn't work out before - I wasn't in a good place and things weren't working out the way I'd like", you offered, "and I feel better now".

"Let me stop you right there before this gets out of hand and I hurt you, because I have never wanted that and I don't want it now", Lando said sternly, catching you off guard, "making peace with the fact that we weren't going to work out together was one of the hardest things I've done - I was miserable, didn't enjoy racing or anything that I was doing because I didn't have you by my side - you left me when I needed you", he poured his heart out.

He didn't shout and he didn't yell, but every word stung. Both from how true they were and how he had hurt because of you.

"I'm sorry, Lando, I wasn't trying to diminish how you felt then", you clarified.

"I know you didn't, but this isn't how it works, fuck", he rubbed his temple, "You don’t get to just waltz back into my life and think that I’d be okay with it - I waited so long for you, and I wanted to wait longer if you had let me, but now I can't do that, not anymore", he stated firmly.

"Are you saying we don't have another chance?", you asked as your bottom lip wobbled, "I promise I'll be more open about how I feel, and second guessing wo-".

“You were it at one point, you know?”, Lando shook his head as he looked at his feet before looking up back at you, "my parents, Max, Carlos - everyone agreed with me when I said you were my endgame", he offered.

There had been a time where he wished for this. For you to come to him and tell him you wanted him back and how it had all been a mistake. Now that he was hearing it, he realised he didn't want it, not anymore.

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[ur-local-anti-hero]

Speak now (Marauders' version) Masterlist

Hi! this is the first time I'm posting in the Marauders fandom, and as my formal application I decided to write a series of different one-shots and drabbles based on Speak now :)

Therefore I present to you: Speak now (Marauders' version), in which each song has its own piece of writing for a diffent marauders era character.

Here is the masterlist, I'll be uploading it weekly, (at least once a week). First piece of writing will be up tomorrow.

Some clarifications: reader is fem! unless stated differently. English is not my first lenguage, so some mistakes are bound to happen, if you spot any don't hesitate to politely reach out.

If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or ask!

Mine - Remus x reader

Remus swears he's never been more in love. "Flash forwards and we're takin' on the word together, and there's a drawer of my thing at your place" "You are the best thing, That's ever been mine" Domestic fluff

Sparks fly - Sirius x Pure blood Slytherin!reader + What happened after.

Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor. “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right” Hurt/comfort

Back to december - Remus x reader

Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it. “So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night" It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine” Hurt comfort, second chance romance

Speak now - James x Malfoy!reader

If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion. “So don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out” Hurt/comfort, Fluff, arranged marriage

Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences. “Maybe it's you and your sick need To give love then take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand" "And I'll look back and regret. I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can" Angst

Dear John - Regulus x reader

Mean - Lily x reader

You had some words you'd like to say to Snape after he insulted the kindest girl you've ever met "All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life" Hurt/comfort

The story of us - Sirius x reader

Sometimes your relationship with Sirius looked like a contest of who could be more prideful, but this time it's gone too far and all you want is to have him back. "This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it more when you were on my side, the battle's in your hands now." Angst, fluff

Never grow up - Wolfstar x daughther!reader (No voldy au)

Remus and Sirius watch their daughter grow up and wish she could stay as their little girl forever. “Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you, Just try to never grow up, never grow up”  Fluff

Enchanted - Remus x reader (Soulmate au)

As soon as you saw him walking through the door you knew you'd love him forever. His first words only verified it. Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette, Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts, Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you” Fluff

Better than revenge - James Potter x reader

Maybe fake dating your ex's best friend wasn't the best way of getting revenge "The story starts when it was hot and it was summer, and I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you can say"Sabotage"" Fake dating

Innocent - Regulus x reader

After he realized what his parents have done Regulus can't help but breakdown, good thing you are there for him. “Did some things you can't speak of, But at night you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, If only you had seen what you know now then" Hurt/comfort

Haunted - Remus x reader

Remus' worlds shifts entirely when his worst nightmare becomes true and he isn't sure if he is ever going to be able to look at you again when he is sure he has destroyed your life. “Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone, Can't turn back now, I'm haunted” angst hurt/comfort

Last Kiss - Sirius x reader

Breaking up with sirius was the hardest thing you've ever done. You can't help but miss the way his lips felt against yours. "I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions”  Angst

Long live - poly!Marauders x reader (Band!Au)

All your hard work as a band has led you and the boys to this moment, nominated as the best new artist and attending one of the most prestigius galas in the music industry. “I passed the pictures around, Of all the years that we stood there, On the sidelines wishing for right now When they gave us our trophies, And we held them up for our town, and The Cynics were outragedScreaming, "This is absurd!"” Fluff

Ours - James x reader (Band!Au)

When people start to comment on James' personality is your job to make sure he knows how much he means to everyone, but specifically how much he means to you. “So don't you worry your pretty, little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours”  Hurt/comfort

Superman - Remus x reader (Spiderman!Au)

Remus worries that his girlfriend will leave him when she learns the truth. You worry he is too oblivious to realize you already know. "I'll be right here on the ground, When you come back down. Tall, dark and beautiful. He's complicated, he's irrational, But I hope someday he'll take me away, And save the day fluff

From the vault tracks

Electric touch - Sirius x reader (College!Au)

Your friends are tired of telling you that he is going to break your heart. You'd let Sirius gamble with your heart as long as the chance of hapiness is there. “All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch”

When Emma falls in love - James x reader

You navigate what's like to be in love with James 'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave” fluff Hurt/comfort

I can see you - Remus x reader

As much as you hated him, you couldn't deny his natural charm and the way he seemed to have a magnetic field around him that made you gravitate towards him, once and once again. “Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight", Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell. And I could see you being my addiction, You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself" Rivals to lover

Castles crumbling - Regulus x reader (Royal Au)

You loved him more than anything, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But your love is impossible and forbidden. When he doesn't have anything left he runs to you, wondering if you'll love him now. “And I feel like my castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down You don't wanna know me now” Hurt/comfort, forbidden romace, fluff

Foolish one - Peter x reader

Peter is used to being the second chance, but he can't help but feel betrayed when his bestfriend and crush starts to get closer to Sirius. "Foolish one, Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out" Hurt/comfort

Timeless - James x reader (Soulmate!Au)

James and you are fated to find each other in every life you live. "Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So even in a different life You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless" Fluff

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Surviving NNN

Part Three: A star

You sit on the balcony of your apartment, letting the cold breeze brush your face. The cold shower you just took helped. Or at least it eased the pain. Yena's gorgeous body still wanders through your mind. The way the towel slowly slid up, revealing her legs. How it created a small cleavage over her small breasts.

You are saved by the sound of the door being opened. Hearing small footsteps, you do your best to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Oppa?"

You recognize Chaewon's voice.

"Yeah."

"Minju made breakfast. You coming?"

"Of course. Give me a second."

You feel a little guilty letting your guests cook, but the three girls can cook way better than you. Apart from some basic dishes you can't do very much.

"What are you doing?"

Chaewon steps closer, now standing right behind you, while looking over your shoulder as you sit in one of the comfortable chairs.

"I'm working on some lyrics." "Really?"

You hear the excitement in Chaewons's voice.

"I'm a huge star, you know?"

She grabs another chair and sits down next to you, looking at the ipad in your lap.

She referred to herself as a star, which is the name for your fandom. Your stage name is Jin-wol. It translates to moon or jewel in English. That's why the fandom name stars somewhat fit.

You are happy to hear that Chaewon is a star, she is a well known idol after all.

"Really?"

The young woman nods in excitement.

"I watched your recent MV like a million times."

You chuckle as Chaewon tries to glance at your ipad. Unfortunately, there is nothing much to look at so far.

"What's the new song about?"

"Read for yourself."

You offer her the ipad and Chaewon starts to read. It isn't much yet, but you can see her blushing harder and harder with every word.

"Th-This is gonna be your song?"

"Yeah. I can write and produce my own music, but usually the company decides on what theme we do for every album.

"Ah, I see."

Chaewon's cheeks are still a little red as she gives you the ipad back. It is hard work to write this stuff right now, beacuse of NNN. It's supposed to be a sexy concept. A combination of obvious hints about sex and some a little less obvious. It wouldn't have been a problem without NNN at all. You could just take more than enough "inspiration" from Karina. And even if someone would catch up on that, it's no big deal, since the two of you are together anyway.

You eat breqakfast in silence, while you listen to three girls chatting. With your mind still on the song and your mind capable of more than just vivid imagination, you keep your head down.

"Oppa."

You slowly raise your head, barely able to look at Minju. The things that went through your brain during your run make you feel bad. How could you think about her like that?

"Since its Saturday, the three of us wanted to go shopping. You wanna come with?"

You rather not. You need to keep writing. And you need some space to breath. Having these three girls constantly around you makes you anxious.

"I actually still have some work to do."

"Oh come on."

Yena looks at you.

"We will reward you afterwards."

She gives you a wink and your mind starts spinning again. What kind of reward?

"What kind of reward?"

Yena chuckles. Your voice may have sounded a little too desperate.

"I'm tot gonna tell you. But it has something to do with cream."

She smirks at you.

New pictures flood your mind.

Yena on her knees, holding a can of wipped cream. She pours some of it into her mouth, before looking up at you. Her hands work to take of your pants. You groan as you feel her warm lips part around your cock. The cold wipped cream is a great contrast to them. It slowly starts to melt in Yena's mouth. She pushes it around with her tongue, while looking up at you.

"Oppa?"

You slightly shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts.

"No."

"Why not?"

Yena pouts. You can't stop looking at her lips. Just a moment ago they were wrapped around your cock....

"Please, Jin-wol oppa."

Minju pouts as well.

"Karina unnie told us to take you. She said you hate shopping."

That's somewhat true. You never liked it. Which means Karina usually does it for you. She knows evry size, from shoes to shirt. She also has a better sense of style than you.

The person who breaks your last resistance is Chaewon.

"Like you wrote in your lyrics: 'I see donuts left and right, but I just want to glaze yours all night' you know?"

No. No way in hell she doesn't know what you meant by that. She must. Chaewon must know exactly what you meant. The other lines are even more explicit. She must have picked up on this.

And yet, she looks at you with an innocent face.

"We could get you some donuts."

Yena chips in.

"I like my donut glazed as well."

You almost have to take another shower as you hear her say that. You stuff your mouth with food, trying to avoid the pictures coming back.

"Chaewon? Are you coming?"

Yena shouts through the apartment, while the three of you wait for Chaewon. She is the last on to get dressed.

"Oppa, why don't you go and get her?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. She is a big fan of yours. I'm sure she will hurry up when she sees you.

"Fine."

You walk towards Yena's and Chaewon's shared room.

"Chaewon."

"Come in."

You hesitate for obvious reasons, but you eventually open the door. Bad decision. Not just because of the way Chaewon is dressed, but because the two of you are alone.

"What do you think?"

You think a lot. Way too much actually. The number of days you survived without cuming is increasing steadily. And Chaewons outfit makes you dizzy.

You just want to take her right there.

Push her against the wall, throwing that large bag aside. Open the zipper of her jeans, while she does the same with yours. Your lips dance along her skin on her shoulders, enjoying the smoothness. Without much forplay, you would just enter Chaewon. Her eyes shut tight as her petite body tries to accustom itself to your cock. A moan escapes her mouth while you push inside. Your hands resting on her tight midriff. Your thumb playfully grazes over her mole as you make Chaewon sigh with pleasure.

You start to fuck her hard into the wall. More and more. Faster and faster. Your body releasing all the build up tension.

"Oh god! Your cock!"

Chaewon moans loudly as you pound her hard. Your dick is deep inside her pussy. Your girlfriend's friend's pussy. Your fellow idol's pussy. Your fan's pussy.

Chaewon is all of that. And more. Your lips find hers, trying to muffle her moans as you take her body. The young woman gives herself to you, relishing in the pleasure you give her.

"Harder, please! Fuck me good!"

Her high pitched yelps make you pound her harder. You feel Chaewon's walls contract around you. Her body shakes even more.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

And so she does. Chaewon orgasms in your arms as you keep fucking her. You chase your own orgasm which is building up as well. After almost three weeks of no cuming, you feel your cock almost bursting as you are about to climax.

"Give it to me. Give me your cum."

Chaewon asks for it. She looks into your eyes, her head slightly swaying back and forth as you pound her against the wall. You are surprised when she manages to undo the button of her jeans in a frenzy. She pulls down her jeans just enough for you to get a good look at her pussy.

The sight makes you orgasm right there. You manage to pull out. You start cuming all over her. Your cum lands mostly on her freshly fucked pussy. Some of it on her midriff. The two of you breath heavily after your short fuck.

Looking down, you realize that you mad your lyrics come true. You did glaze Chaewon's donut.

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Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this. The lyrics might come of as a little cringe but I'm a writer not a composer , so please don't judge me to harshly.

Tomorrow will be the last day of round one for the Decmber speical, if i'm correct. You will be able to vote for the actual chapters as soon as this round ends

Have a great day!

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[letshavedeernnertogether]

We'll meet again

the plot is: (Y/n) summoms a demon, Alastor, to save herself from awful men and they make a deal. We'll see what comes next in subsequent chapters :>

I used she/her because it seems to me that the heroine has her own character and I thought it won't be right if I write you/your and than the heroine will make something out of your, reader, character, but I still used Y/n because I wanted to make you feel closer to this story and Alastor

english is not my mother-tounge, so I'm very-very sorry about the mistakes I must have made :'<

Part one, the summoning

Away! Farther from this place, as far as possible! It was just incredible to stay here for any longer. Although she couldn't leave this place she still could disappear for some time.

(Y/n) was running through the forest. Cold october wind rustled in her ears and scratched her cheeks, stained with tears. She breathed hard, suffocating with sob and run, but didn't want to stop to recover her wind.

She turned from the path and ran deep into the woods. She could barely see, where she was running, blinded by tears. The mist embraced her shoulders and waist, as if it asked her for a dance. Trees were bare and grey, the grass scratched her ankles. She often stumbled over the roots and stones, almost fell several times, but didn't stopped.

(Y/n) thought how marvelously would it be, if the Death would find her there right now. If she fell and bled until William, riding on the horseback, would find her, to took her to the cold and dirty marriage bed.

She was running until she ran out into a forest border, circled by high pines. There she fell exhausted.

She hated her existence that moment. She wanted to disappear. How awfully, how disgustingly, how abominably she felt! That dirty pig who dared to call himself their family's friend and who almost...

She wanted to kill him, she almost did it, when he grabbed her roughly and tried to press her lips against his. Only a memory made her shudder in disgust. But fortunately, a maid entered the room that moment, and (Y/n) ran away taking an occasion.

Now she cried her heart out.

If only she had the power... The power to take revenge. To do anything. To be anything.

She read about such power. In the books that (Y/n) called classics just because they were old, and that her mother called worthless, as they "don't teach how to live". (Y/n) always replied that these books taught her how to feel.

These books brought her up, even if their authors lived centuries ago. They told her about love, only one immortal love, and what a person could lose to get it.

The influence of these books was stronger due to the fact, that the house, where she lived, was located in the middle of nowhere, and throughout her life she communicated only with her parents, their few friends and servants.

Shaking with sobbing, she was lying on the ground. She knew that everything she read was just a fiction. There never existed any fausts, nor mephistos, nor witches nor evil forces. But she wished it weren't so.

So maybe she could try..?

She remembered a book, she found in the attick. Black leather binding, old yellow pages, blackletter.

"Circle, animals' bones and special words," she muttered.

After a while everything was done. All she had to do is to cast a spell.

Alasor was in his radio studio and he was going to start a brodcast. He made himself a cup of coffee, tuned the radio in and only just sat in his chair when something started to happen.

Everything around him flicked and rattled; the air was filled with red and black shadows.

"What is it?" he said.

Invisible force seized him and he felt the smell of rotten leaves.

Not even three seconds had passed, when the radio studio was empty.

Alastor found himself sitting on the ground in the middle of circle somewhere in a forest border. He saw a beautiful and frightened young woman in front of him. The hem of her long light dress was stained with mud. Hair was messy and her eyes were red of tears. She looked at him with her eyes wide opened, stilly moving her lips.

A human.

Alastor understood that he was still sitting on the ground and quickly stood up.

He noticed how small was this woman. He was tall enough even among the demons; and now standing opposite her he realized how small people were.

"Oh, god," she said and covered her mouth with her palm, "I can't believe. Am I insane?"

The man dusted his suit.

"If you summon a demon and then calling the god for help, then..." he almost closed his index finger and thumb, "maybe slightly mad?"

His voice sounded like coming out of a radio. His wide smile full of sharp yellow teeth gave (Y/n) the shivers. She was amazed at how classically devilish he looked. Could it be because of the colour of his clothes? He had a red pinstriped suit, a red shirt with two intersecting stripes forming something like a cross on his chest, a bowtie, black trousers and shoes with red toes. In his hand he held a strange cane that looked more like a microphone. His eyes were red, and she felt how hypnotical was his gaze. His hair was also red but with black tips. On the top of his head she saw ears and small antlers. "A deer demon?" she thought.

"Well," he said, "are you still going to remain silent and stare at me?"

He throwned but was still smiling.

"Sorry, it's just not every day you summon a demon haha" she began to stroke her hair.

"So is it your first time, hmm?"

She looked at him with her cheeks red, "Summoning? Yeah, exactly..."

(Y/n) thought that his voice was anodyne despite who he was. She couldn't deny that she found him all attractive.

"Well, dear," said the man, "tell the truth it's my first time either! Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!" His speech became faster and he held out his hand (Y/n).

He was still in the circle and (Y/n) was out. She tipped her head and asked, "You can't cross this circle, can you?"

He was still holding his hand out her.

"I'm quite sure that you can," he said, gazing at her with a sharp smile.

"But I'm not actually sure if it's safe for me," (Y/n) replied.

He tilted his head sharply, and she heard something like a radio was crackling.

"What a bold girl," he thought.

He smiled wider and put his hands behind his back.

"Ha! Very well, dear! Now if you don't mind, explain me, why have you summoned me?"

Her face became severe; in her eyes he saw something very similar to the thirst for a revenge.

"I want the power."

He looked up at her.

"A demon like you can give me the power, right?" She looked at him with hope.

"What kind of power do you mean, darling?"

She hardly breathed, gazing at him.

"I want to be the one who can't be harmed or even touched by men. I want them to regret they meeting me."

He was surprised indeed, "Why such a unique request?"

She hugged herself by her shoulders, "Just make it," she said.

Alastor noticed how subdued and frightened she was.

Some people say if a person seeks for a devil's help this person is weak, desperate and lost their heart. But in actual fact, not every person dares to do it. Only a fearless, confident in their strength and knowledge and slightly mad, will make a deal. Of course, a lot is contingent. Nobody will ever say that Ambrosio was a strong and brave man. But the inner strength and spirit of Faust, his desire for knowledge and willingness to do anything to achieve his dream, can be envied by many. And Alastor was pretty sure about the strength of this girl. He was actually interested in her soul.

"Let's make a deal," he said holding his hand out again.

(Y/n) looked up at him. She was thinking. What would happen if she did it? Would she end up in hell? But wasn't her own existence hell already? But it was worth it, right? To sell her soul to save her body. Madness, some would say. Maybe she wasn't actually sane that moment, but she did want to revenge.

She came closer and erased a line between her and Alastor. She took his hand and a green light filled the forest. (Y/n) saw how his antlers grew much bigger, the smile stretched from ear to ear, his eyes glowed. She felt like something had changed inside of her.

And then silence.

"Well, dear, here is the contract. You must sign it." He gave her a parchment covered with dark red ink.

She took the paper and read it.

No matter how hard she tried to find something ambiguous in the document, she couldn't. "I guess a demon gets your soul not with a trap in papers but with the formulation of your wish," (Y/n) thought.

And as the formulation of her own wish in papers seemed strange, she asked the demon, "I don't remember that I said something about the demons," she wanted to show Alastor the strange line in the contact, but he was already behind her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She responded with all-knowing tone, "I said, that I don't wanna be able to be harmed by any man, but you wrote here, that I don't wanna be harmed by any demons too."

"Why not, dear?" Alastor looked in her face. (Y/n) could see her reflection in his crimson eyes.

"My dear, I don't fill in the contact, you do." He drew himself up to his full height, "My job is to fulfil your wish in any way, that I think fit. You're the only one who formulates your desire, which is written here in the form you thought about it. So I believe it was you, and you only, who thought that you should be protected by demons too."

All of this he said smiling, accompanying his speech with graceful gestures.

"Evidently, you faced the demon," he put his hand on his chest, "me, and decided to save yourself from such a dangerous fellow." Alastor laughed and she couldn't hide her smile. His laugh was very infectious.

"Honestly, I find you better that most men I know," and before Alastor could realized what she said, (Y/n) asked, "But what about this part?"

(Y/n) pointed at red letters, where was said that neither men nor demons couldn't even touch her, unless she allow them to do it herself, with all her heart, completely trusting them.

"I'm sure, I couldn't think it. This point makes me defenceless. Also, I don't allow those I even trust to touch me. I don't like touch." She was serious as a heart attack.

Alastor leaned over her again to read red cursive. She mentioned that he smelled like fur and wood, and she also noticed a slight smell of coffee. "Can't believe a demon smells so nice," she thought.

"My dear, I must confess that I maybe thought this when we shook hands. Incredibly, how different the contracts between demons are from the contracts between a human and a demon!"

She frowned in cofusioun.

"I mean, my dear," he continued, "it would be quite difficult for you to never be interacted with anyone, there should be at least several men that you trust, aren't there?"

"No."

"Then don't worry!" He placed his hand on her shoulder and their cheeks touched, "this point doesn't mean anything for a reserved woman like you!"

He stood straight again.

"But how could be your thoughts written here?" she exclaimed. "Didn't you tell me several minutes ago, that I'm the only one who fills in the contract?"

"It's written in description of my protection of you," his voice became lower, "And as I mentioned before only I decide how to do it," and than backed to normal.

"All right," she sighed. She suspected that it was a trap, something that she would regret later; but she didn't want to worry about it too much. She was sure in her distrust of people.

(Y/n) continued on reading. It was a part of what Alastor would do to protect her.

"As you see, darling," Alastor looked at his nails, "I will always be by your side." He smiled wider at her.

"I give you my shadow," He hastened to add, "well, only a part of it, otherwise you would have my shape of shadow hahaha!"

She glanced at his shadow. Yeah, it would be difficult to explain why did a girl had a shadow of a tall, slim, deer like man.

She looked at the contact again. She sighed and signed it without hesitation. Before she had time to finish the last letter, the contact disappeared in green light.

Alastor stood in the bright green light holding out his hand. His antlers grew larger, reminding the branches of a dead wood. His smile was stitched, and on his forehead (Y/n) saw "X".

They shook hands and all of this had disappeared.

"Well, dear," Alastor adjusted his jacket, "now I'd like to warn you that this shadow has quite a cruel character!" He grined.

(Y/n) looked at her shadow under her feet. It had the same shape as usual, but it was much darker now. And then she saw how the shadow changed its shape in the place of the head. A long sharp arc appeared there. It looked like a smile. (Y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine. The smile disappeared.

"It'll get rid of your evildoers." The demon came closer. "But you need to remember, my dear, that it won't help you, if you let them harm you." He made her look at him, raising her chin. "You're invulnerable now, but you still can be harmed by any woman or anyone who you trust. So choose wisely."

She didn't move. She felt hypnotized, and his touching gave her a little tremble. "What did you say about touching just a moment ago?" said an annoying voice in her head.

"Funny, I told you to chose wisely who to trust, but still I can touch you." Alastor was smiling at her and ran his thumb down her chin. She still didn't move. He drew himself up straight and let her go. She blinked as if coming out of a trance. He put his palm on his chest saying, "I'm very flattered."

It seemed to (Y/n) that she saw some kind of softness and his eyes. But a sardonic grin appeared at his face again.

"Well, my dearest, with this I say goodbye to you." Alastor stepped in the drew circle. He looked around him and sayid to (Y/n), "Interesting, dear, but it seems to me, that I can't leave you until you command."

She looked at him. She understood that she didn't want him to leave. His face, his voice, his manner of speaking... She already missed it.

Did he saw a regret in her eyes?

"It was a real pleasure to get acquainted with you," Alastor said.

"Shall we meet again?" She asked and made a tiny step forward.

"I'm sure we'll do."

She gazed at him, pressing her hands to the chest. They would meet. He gave her power. She was saved. They would meet.

She took a stick and completed the erased circle.

"Goodbye, Alastor."

(Y/n) was left alone.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n

[vsnyarbll]

never enough

part 2

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

words: 4.168

summary: Aegon claims he is not what people say he is. Is he, or is he not?

warnings: Aegon, kissing, angst, explicit language, some fluffy moments (but mostly angst), targcest

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. Y/N is is the daughter of Rhaenyra. MDNI

Y/N was drunk. She wasn't usually this messed up after an argument with her mother.

This time they both used harsh words in the argument, and she found the solution in drinking. She couldn't even remember what had caused it, but she could remember that it hurt.

Her bad luck continued. The King and Queen decided that evening would be perfect for a family dinner.

Everyone had vacated their entire evening by order of the King. The King didn't think this was enough and made everyone confirm twice in the morning that they were free for the evening.

So the princess had to attend the dinner.

She was not sober enough to be aware of anything. Not that dinner with the king and queen would have been the last thing on her mind. She might even confuse about who they were.

Jacaerys and Lucerys had to take matters into their own hands.

They each took her arm and dragged her toward the dining room.

Y/N complained about the same things all the way. She kept turning to Jace and said, "She'll never love me the way she loves you." Jace felt sorry for her and explained in long explanations that her mother loved her the way she loved him, but when she said the same thing for the fifth time, he stopped trying. When Y/N kept talking, Jace said, “I could understand why she didn't love you," but Luke interrupted him directly.

A few steps from the wide door, she thrashed in her brothers' arms.

"Let go of me!"

“Y/N, you can't take one step on your own.”

“Try me.”

The two brothers exchanged glances.

Luke didn't want to let her go. Y/N would be in trouble if their mother found out she was drunk.

Jace was tired of dealing with her all day. He wanted her to realize that she needed them, even if he had the patience to put up with her for days.

"All right. You can walk yourself to the table."

Luke immediately started to speak out in protest but was stopped by Jace.

“She'll just take a few steps, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

He didn't want to oppose his brother any longer. And what he said made sense. He briefly weighed it in his head and let Jace do what he wanted.

“We'll be right behind you, okay?”

“You don't even have to. Nothing's going to happen.”

Jace sighed and watched Y/N walk towards the door.

Her first few steps were smooth. They were both convinced she could do it. But even though her steps were even, she banged her shoulder against the door as she walked in.

Everyone's focus was instantly on the girl.

The Queen in particular looked very surprised. Her husband had worked hard to organize that day and his granddaughter had come to dinner drunk. She had the same expression on her face that The King had when Daemon disappointed him.

Jace took her arm directly.

"Jace, I was walking just fine on my own."

"No, you weren't."

He escorted her to the table and sat her in the empty chair next to him.

"Is she okay?" asked Baela.

"No, she's not." Baela tilted his head and looked at her worriedly.

"But she'll be fine." Baela nodded, but she was still worried about her.

They couldn't leave the room because dinner was about to start. Baela tried to think of another way to keep Y/N from prying eyes. They could control Y/N if she sat in the middle of them instead of next to Aegon.

"Jace, you can switch places with her if you want. if so-" Before she could finish, the king walked in.

Everyone got up from their chairs. Jace took Y/N by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

As the King took his seat, everyone bowed to him. The Queen took her seat, and everyone sat down again.

Now that everyone was at the table, they couldn't switch places. Y/N had to sit in the chair between Aegon and Jace.

"How nice to see you all together. We need to increase the number of these dinners," said The King. "We should even have breakfast together tomorrow. Family is the most important matter in this life."

He looked at everyone at the table one by one and smiled. He loved his family.

"Distribute the food, please," he said to the servant standing next to him.

The servants quickly placed everyone's food on the table. The cooks cooked a vegetable dish for Helaena and a chicken dish for the others, a favorite of the King.

Y/N reached for the wine decanter on the table without touching her food, and Jace, who had been watching her every move since they sat down, took her hand.

"No more wine, Y/N."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're having dinner. Of course, I'll drink wine."

"I don't think you waited for dinner to drink wine."

Aegon heard the two siblings talking and understood why the girl was acting strangely. He felt stupid for not realizing it before. She didn't have her usual smiling face, and she wasn't her usual talkative self. Of course, she was drunk. But why?

There were no other events at the table while they were eating. Everyone finished their meals in peace. The Queen prayed dozens of times that the evening would be peaceful. The Gods had heard her voice and had given her the peace she wanted.

When the maids started serving the desserts, the music playing in the room changed. It was Baela's favorite dance music. The moment the melody filled her ears, she grabbed Jace's arm. "Jace, we have to dance!"

"Baela, I can't leave Y/N alone when she's like this."

"Jace, please! She's just sitting there. I don't think she's going to do anything."

Jace turned his gaze to his sister. She did indeed look calm. The drink that the maester had given her an hour earlier had finally started to work and had revived her.

"Okay, but we'll only dance for one song"

"Sure, sure! As much as you want."

They both knew Baela wouldn't be satisfied with just one song.

As they began to dance, Aegon checked everyone at the table. 

Rhaneyra and Daemon didn't care about anyone at the table except each other. 

The King was watching Jace and Baela happily. 

The Queen was chatting with Lord Otto. 

Helaena, as usual, was unaware of what was happening around her. 

Aemond was glaring at his nephew. 

What was the boy's name? He knows it starts with an L. 

‘Could it be ‘Look’? No, no, that's not even a name. Luke? Lucerys!’ 

So basically, nobody at the table was in a position to care about Aegon and Y/N making small talk.

He put his right arm around the back of the princess's chair and leaned toward her.

"Why haven't you spoken to me since you returned to the Red Keep?"

Y/N turned her head to Aegon in surprise. She was glad that she was now completely sober. If Aegon said something to provoke her, it would be easier to answer with a sober mind.

"I didn't think you were interested in chatting with me."

"I'm always interested in chatting with pretty girls."

She rolled her eyes. "Have you become as bad as they say you are?"

"You tell me."

"I have no thoughts about you because we haven't spoken since we arrived."

"We haven't seen each other for only a few years. And that shouldn’t stop you from making assumptions about me. I have too many about you."

"And what are they?"

He smiled at the girl. "I know you're very outspoken."

He slid his hand off the chair and touched her arm. "I know you love dragons." He paused for a moment. "I know you like to ride your dragon."

He kept talking as he stroked her arm with his thumb. "As you know, I'm a dragon, too."

She quickly pushed his hand away. "I've been waiting to see when you'd get gross."

"And I didn't surprise you."

"And you didn't surprise me."

Aegon laughed. He took his hand off the chair and put it on the table. "You sound like my mother.”

Y/N averted her eyes. “Are you having trouble with your mother?”

"I am the firstborn son who doesn't like to take responsibility. Of course, I have problems with my mother.”

She wanted to ask him if he'd ever argue with his mother. She was undecided whether to ask him or not. But the next day, she could cover up everything she did that evening by saying she was drunk.

“Do you ever argue with her?”

He smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. "I wouldn't exaggerate to say every day."

Then Aegon connected what had happened that day with the questions the princess had asked him. Ser Cole had reported to The Queen that loud noises were coming from princess Y/N's room. And the only person in her room was princess Rhaneyra. After that, she came to dinner drunk.

She had been drinking because of an argument with her mother.

"Everyone has problems with family members from time to time, princess."

She closed her eyes tightly. "How do you know?"

"I know because Aemond and I argue-"

"No, how do you know I argued with my mother?"

Aegon was silent for a while. "You won't find anyone in all kingdom who understands these situations better than me."

She looked at him back. "But your mother is right to be angry with you. The places you've been and the women you've been with are all problematic. You're not a good person. On the other hand, nobody has the right to be angry with me. I did everything she asked me to do."

Aegon just nodded. "You're right. I'm useless. I never tried to be good."

Aegon fixed his eyes on the plate in front of him. He seemed to be saying what he was saying to himself rather than talking to her. Y/N belatedly realized that she had upset Aegon. She had no intention of being rude. She had taken her anger at her mother out on him and regretted it instantly when she saw the sadness on his face.

She should apologize, but she didn't know how.

Y/N took his hand on the table and said the first thing that came to her mind. "Aegon, I didn't mean anything I said. I'm still angry with my mother. And then you told me how your mother treated you. That made me even angrier than I am."

"It's okay, Y/N. You don't think I care what people think after all these years, do you?”

Aegon's gaze shifted to the girl's hand on top of his. Her hands were smaller and softer than his own.

Her skin felt like silk.

"Do you want to go?"

"From Westeros?"

He chuckled. "No, do you want to go now? I'd love to take a break from spending time with our precious families."

The girl thought for a while. Then she decided to accept her uncle's offer.

What could she lose?

"Where do we go? And how do we sneak out of here without being seen by our mothers?"

"Don't worry about them," he said and turned to Aemond.

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Aemond distracted everyone so that Aegon and Y/N could leave the throne room. She couldn't figure out exactly what he had done. And as they left the table, Aemond told Aegon that he owed him.

Aegon held his hand to Y/N as they walked briskly down the hallway. She hesitated but took his hand, and they started running. Aegon's silver hair waved with every step.

Y/N couldn't help but think how beautiful he was. His skin seemed to glow in the candlelight.

They slowed as they entered the corridor where Aegon's chambers were. "Are you sure you won't get into trouble? Aemond said you owed him a debt."

"He wouldn't want anything bad. He never has."

Aegon stood in front of a large door, reached for the handle, and opened it. "Here we are! My chambers."

Y/N looked around as she entered the room. The room was quite spacious. The bed was much bigger than a double bed. There was gold embroidery and Targaryen symbols on the walls.

"There are no religious symbols in your room."

"Do I look like a religious man?"

"You look more like a sinner."

He smiled at her and gestured to the bed. "Sit down if you want."

"How many girls have you had in your bed this week? I'm trying to find out how disgusted I should be sitting on your bed," she said.

Aegon crossed the room. "My sheets are changed every morning, you know." He picked up two glasses from his desk. "But you will be surprised to know that no one has been in my bed this week."

"You don't know what a relief that is," she said mockingly.

Aegon ignored her words and reached for the wine decanter. "Will you drink?"

"I don't think another glass will do any harm. After this morning, I've discovered that my body is quite resistant to wine."

"It runs in the family."

She smiled.

Aegon filled the glasses and sat on the bed. "Sit. I'm serious. I'm not as perverted as you think."

Y/N sat on the bed and took the glass Aegon handed her. For a while, they both sat in silence and drank their wine.

Aegon looked at her out of the corner of his eye and asked the question that had been on his mind for years.

"Do you like Aemond?"

Her face flushed at the sudden question. "What makes you think that?"

"All the ladies are in love with him."

She looked briefly at Aegon's face and looked away again. "I liked him when I was little. But it was a childhood crush. It passed when I grew up."

"Do you like someone right now?"

"What difference does it make? Sooner or later, I'll marry whoever my mother says."

"My mother wants the same for me. But that doesn't stop me from spending time with the girl I like."

"It's because you're a man! I can't spend time with the man I like."

"So you like someone."

The girl fought herself not to roll her eyes. "So what?"

"I'm just trying to figure out who he is. If he's not Aemond, what other eligible bachelor lord could he be?"

"He's not a lord." He's a prince

"So if I make a few more guesses, you'll tell me."

"I can tell you if you tell me." She could never tell him. She could never say you are the one I like.

"She's not a lady." She's a princess

"So, one of your whores."

"I've never been with a whore in my life."

"Is everyone in the Red Keep lying?"

"I skipped lessons when I was younger. I like to drink wine all the time. I slept with a few ladies and maids. But I'm not what they say I am."

Y/N didn't know whether to rejoice at Aegon's confession. At least he wasn't denying what he had done. And after all, he was a Targaryen prince. Everyone thought it was normal for him to behave like this. The problem was the rumors.

"Why haven't you ever tried to change the rumors?"

"It works for me. No one expects anything from me."

Y/N looked into Aegon's eyes. "I never thought you were who they say you are." She covered her face with her hands. "Anyway, I think we should leave it at that."

Aegon slid from the end of the bed to where she was sitting. He took her glass and put it down haphazardly on the bed. The wine at the bottom of the glass spilled onto the white sheets, but Aegon didn't care.

He took her hand in his. "I'm about to do something I'm going to regret."

He took her hand to his heart. "Do you feel how my heart beats?"

She nodded, her heart beating as fast as his because of him.

"It is like this every time I see you."

"Aegon-"

"Let me finish." He studied her face. "You're the one I like, Y/N. I've admired you since we were kids. You were the first person I learned what the word "love" means.”

During her years in the Dragonstone, she thought of Aegon constantly. She always imagined Aegon saying these things to her.

Y/N brought her face closer to Aegon's. The wine she had just drunk had given her courage.

As her lips touched his lips, she felt his heart beat faster beneath her hand.

Their kisses started slow and soft. They were two souls that were meant to be but were being held back by someone else.

Then Aegon put both hands on her cheeks and pressed his lips harder against hers.

Their kisses were now passionate. They were two souls burning for each other.

Y/N stopped as soon as she realized how grave the consequences of what they had done could be.

She quickly got out of bed, and her eyes darkened. But she didn't let that stop her. Y/N staggered a few times on her way to the door.

When she finally reached the doorknob, she turned around and looked at Aegon. His face was full of sadness.

She wanted to go up to him and hug him, but she restrained herself.

She opened the door and left the room.

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In the morning, Y/N woke up to the servants calling her.

Her head ached, and her eyes stung. She got up and started rubbing her forehead while her maid dressed her.

The images from the night before flashed through her mind. She had kissed Aegon and then left without a word.

Her headache grew worse with the guilt that filled her.

The servants had prepared her breakfast, but she didn't want to eat. She wanted to see Aegon, but at the same time, she didn't want to look at Aegon's face again for the rest of her life.

She glanced at the table in her room as her maid braided her hair. When she got to the head of the table, she saw that it was the same drink she had drunk the day before. "Did the maester send this?"

"Yes, princess."

She took a quick drink and headed for the door. "Princess, you need breakfast."

"I'll eat something later. I don't want to eat anything."

It was sunny outside. When the sun touched her skin through the windows in the hallway, she felt a little relief. Maybe the fresh air would do her good.

She ran into Aemond in the hallway. Y/N's room was the only one on that side of the hall, so he must have been looking for her.

She decided to pretend she hadn't seen him. And as Y/N was about to pass him, he stopped her.

"Good morning, princess."

"Good morning, Prince Aemond." Aemond looked her over. Her under-eyes were slightly purple, just like his brother's. Her eyes were swollen and red.

"I won't beat around the bush. What happened between you and Aegon yesterday?"

The girl looked at the prince in fear. "Did something happen to him?"

"I have never seen him so distraught."

Y/N's head ached again. She made eye contact with Aemond again as she rubbed her dawn with her fingers. "I guess he thinks I like you."

"My brother has never been the smartest."

"How did you know I love him?"

"Aegon is never as impulsive around my mother as he was last night. That confirmed my suspicions about him. But I didn't know you loved him until you told me."

Y/N wanted to bang her head against the wall. How had she managed to be so stupid? "I should be forbidden to talk in my condition."

Aemond smiled. "Your secret is safe with me." Then he added. "But if one of you does something stupid and things fall out between you, I'll tell him your secret to fix it."

Y/N felt her body fill with worry again. But then she pushed it down and refocused on her main goal that morning. "I was thinking of going to him. Do you know where he is?"

"He's sitting on one of the benches in the garden." She nodded and was about to walk past Aemond when he stopped her again. "He may have some faults, but he's a good man, Y/N. "

"I know." Y/N started walking, and this time Aemond let her go.

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She thought she would have to look for Aegon for a long time. But the moment she entered the garden, she noticed the silver-haired boy on the bench.

Aegon had his elbows on his legs, leaning forward, covering his face with his hands.

He groaned when he saw the shoes in front of him. "As I've said a hundred times, I don't want to eat anything."

"Aegon, it's me." Aegon looked up and stared at her in surprise. "Princess."

"May I sit?"

"Sure," he said. Aegon slid down the bench to make room for her. They both watched the trees and roses in the garden in silence.

Aegon felt sad about yesterday, but he couldn't help feeling excited to be sitting so close. He could feel the warmth of her body, even though their legs were not touching.

Y/N finally felt ready to speak and turned towards him. "Aegon, I apologize for leaving you yesterday."

Aegon chuckled. "You don't think I'm sorry that you left, do you?"

Y/N's expression changed instantly. Aegon himself couldn't understand why he said that.

Being annoying was something he had used as a defense mechanism for years. But he always had a soft spot for her. He was always careful not to upset her and not to be a fool in front of her.

Something was different that day. He didn't want to appear weak to her. And he chose the wrong way to do it.

He confused appearing strong with being tough.

"You're just one of the girls I let into my room and bed. I hope you didn't let it bother you all night."

Y/N felt herself getting angry. She had barely slept all night and thought about him all morning.

The previous evening, Y/N had treated him the way everyone he knew had treated him, and it ate her up all night thinking about it.

"Aegon, I-"

"I'm sorry, but you can't tell people you pity poor Aegon and welcome him with open arms. I know you like people to think you have a good heart, but I am not someone you can show mercy. I took you to my room, and you agreed to come immediately. The only thing I'm sorry about last night is that I didn't fuck you."

Y/N stood up quickly. "I wanted to say, 'I'm sorry I left without telling you I didn't mean to kiss you,' but you interrupted me."

She leaned toward Aegon. "And if we had fucked last night, I would have dreamed all night long that your silver hair belonged to Aemond."

Aegon looked up at Y/N, his eyes red and full of tears. She couldn't tell from his eyes if she was upsetting Aegon. His eyes were always like that.

Aegon smiled to himself, not a reaction Y/N had expected. "I didn't think you meant to kiss me. But no matter who you fantasize about, I'm up for kissing."

He stood up and stood in front of her. "And I'm all for open legs."

As soon as Aegon finished his sentence, she slapped him. "Yesterday, you kept saying, 'I'm not who you think I am.' You're what I think you are.”

She took a few steps backward. "And he said you are a good man," she said sternly.

Aegon's smile faded. There was someone who thought he was weak and tried to make him look good to her.

How could he appear strong to her when others treated him like a little boy?

He reached out and grabbed her arm. "Who told you I'm a good man?"

"It doesn't matter. Does it? You're not one, after all.”

"It matters! Who tried to make me look good to you?”

When Y/N didn't answer, Aegon squeezed her arm.

"You're hurting my arm!"

He grabbed her arm tighter and pulled her towards him. "Answer me!"

She frowned. Y/N was experiencing many emotions at the same time. She felt angry, tired, and exhausted.

"Aemond told me." Aegon quickly removed his hand from her arm.

"He asked you to talk to me, didn't he? And you listened to him like his good girl?"

So Y/N didn't come to talk to him because she wanted to. She came because Aemond wanted her to. And he foolishly thought she cared about him.

He felt a little ache in his heart.

Y/N turned away and headed for the gate leading out of the garden.

#aegon targaryen x you #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x you #house of the dragon #asoiaf #aegon targaryen #aegon ii fanfic #aegon the second #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii x y/n #aegon targaryen x y/n #aegon targaryen angst

[lila-lou]

✨Exhausted✨

Summary: The morning after the opening went a little different than expected.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Language, pain, Soldier boy won’t take a no

Word Count: 1323

A/N: This is part 3 of “It’s official”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You were tired. So damn tired that you could barely open your eyes as you slowly but surely slipped out of your dreams.

It took a while for you to come to your senses and realize what was going on.

„Fucking finally“, Ben grumbled against your neck as he heard your breathing quicken. You lay on your back, the blanket barely covering your naked body as Ben's hands took over the job. Your nipples were already hard when he pinched them. His rough hand ran from your tits across your stomach, down between your legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“I've been waiting a fucking eternity... I'm not into necrophilia, you know?”. Your boyfriend was laying on his side, next to you, his lips still on your neck.

“Ben”, you sighed tiredly as you finally opened your eyes. Your gaze met his smirk as he leaned back a little to see your tired face. “I thought I fucking ruined you yesterday”, he pressed one of his thick fingers into you, groaning softly when he felt how wet you were. Your heart began to race almost immediately and your cheeks were flushed from the heat that suddenly rose within you. "But it seems like you just can't get enough”, he whispered before bringing his finger, which was buried in you, to his lips. Your breath hitched as you watched him lick your juices off his middle finger. “I bet your dream was just as fucking sweet as you”, he groaned.

With that, he climbed over you and pressed his lips to yours, so you could taste yourself on his lips.

“Ben…please…I’m beyond sore. Everything hurts”, you whined as he roughly pushed your legs apart and placed his head between your thighs. Ben just rolled his eyes at your plea and immediately pressed his tongue flat against your bundle of nerves, making your body tremble.

Ben wasn't a fan of foreplay, but he knew that without foreplay he had absolutely no chance of taking you anywhere close to how he liked.

“Stay the fuck still!”, he growled annoyed, pressing you harder into the mattress with his left hand.

“No…please”, you whined again, letting your head fall back into the soft silk pillow. Whether you wanted to or not, you had no chance. If Ben wanted something, he’ll get it.

“I’ll do the fucking work, so stop complaining like a little bitch”.

Before you could reply, Ben pushed his middle and ring finger inside you. As a sharp pain shot through your body, you inhaled sharply and dug your nails deep into his shoulder blades. Despite the tension in your abdomen, the pleasure overwhelmed you and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Ben wasted no time and began pumping his fingers into your wet heat. You didn't know why, but Ben was obviously quite impatient.

“I don’t think I-”. Before you could even finish your sentence, Ben pulled his fingers out of you and sat up a little. “You don’t need to think. You just have to fucking behave yourself and be a good girl for me. Can you do that?". His voice was as stern as his expression. A cold shiver ran down your spine as your eyes met. Your answer took too long, causing Ben to grab you by the jaw.

“Will you?!”, he repeated himself. Even though Ben loved you in his own strange way and would never really force you to pleasure him, you don’t wanted to deal with his attitude, if you denied him his fun now. “Yes”, you breathed quietly, earning a quick and satisfied kiss from your boyfriend.

Within a few seconds, Ben positioned himself between your legs. His gaze met yours again. His eyes narrowed as he listened more closely to your blood, heartbeat, and breathing. “I’m not going to fucking hurt you”, he growled annoyed before wrapping his right hand around his erection and using his left hand to brace himself next to your head. He positioned himself at your entrance and let his gaze fall between the two of you.

Slowly, far too carefully for his liking, he pushed himself into your tight, but thankfully wet pussy. “Shiiit”, you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets beneath you.

Ben licked his lips before speaking, obviously aroused by the sight of you completely exhausted and overwhelmed. He knew you liked a little pain during sex, so pushing you a little didn't faze him. “Look how fucking good you’re taking me”, he grinned down at you, kissing your forehead and calming you down a bit. You look up at him as he sat back up, his broad shoulders blocking the rays of sunlight coming through the huge window. You suppressed his questioning look by pulling Ben's face towards yours with both hands and pressing your lips to his. As your tongues battled for dominance, Ben pulled out of you, only to immediately sink himself back into you.

If your lips weren't stuck together, your screams would definitely have been heard all over the floor. But as it was, you both swallowed almost every moan from each other.

Only when he felt you slowly relax a little, his thrusts become faster and harder. Your pain has now mostly subsided and the room was filled with your moans and Ben's heavy panting mixed with the sound of his pelvis slapping against your wet clit.

“You’re fucking perfect”, Ben moaned in your ear before pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “So fucking tight”, he praised, barely audible as you began to clench around him and squeeze his cock.

“Ben… I’m-… shit!”, you moaned loudly as Ben spilled his cum into you with one firm and final thrust, making you moan his name over and over as you reached your high too.

Before you could catch your breath, Ben pulled out of you and stood up from the bed. His cum immediately drips out of you, down your thigh and onto the sheets. You rubbed your eyes and slowly sat up. Every single part of your body ached, and it was written all over your face. You pulled up your blanket, watching Ben walking to the door that most likely led to the bathroom.

“Ben?”, you whispered, completely exhausted, knowing that he could hear you. You would have followed him to find out why he was in such a hurry, but you were sure that if you had stood up now, your legs would have given out.

A few minutes later Ben came back in his supe suit. His eyes scanned the room. “Where’s my fucking shield?!”, he muttered and shoved his phone in his pocket.

“Where you going?”, you crawled a little further to the end of the bed, grabbed his hand and tried to pull your boyfriend towards you.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I thought we could have breakfast and spent some time together?". Your voice sounded so weak and exhausted that it surprised even yourself.

“Butcher has a lead on Homelander”, he finally looked at you. “Go and get cleaned up. I want your little pussy to be as shiny as possible when I get back”, his thumb brushed over your heated cheek. "Fuck. You look so fucking hot when you’re all messed up like that”. He grinned down at you, his thumb leaving your cheek and traveling to your swollen and bruised lips.

Ben leaned down and kissed you roughly when Butcher's voice sounded along with a knock on the door. “Oi buddy! Are you coming or what?!”. Ben just rolled his eyes, before kissing the top of your head. “I’ll be right back”, he whispered before heading to the door.

“Take care Ben”, you said quietly, watching him leave, still a little overwhelmed.

#jensen ackles #spn #soldier boy #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x y/n #the boys #billy butcher #jensen ackles x you #soldier boy x you #smut

[gxtfictx]

some extra help- Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

summary: this is a drabble kinda based on episode 3x02 but it's not a whole insert TW: suggestive content but no smut, dress up, fluff (very cute if you ask me), it's not smut so not much to say here, very short talk about medical stuff (head injury, concussion), i think that's all A/N: this one is quite short but very cute. It's not smut, just suggestive, i ended it right there because I wasn't really on the mood for it. As always: any feedback is appreciated. english isn't my first language. like and reblog <3

you had spent the last 2 nights in a row waking up every 3 to 4 hours, several alarms a night. After saving not only that poor little boy and woman's lives, but also saving you boss' and girlfriend's jobs, you returned home to a renewed Emily Prentiss. She was relieved that she could finally rest, not having to chose between her job and her team, which included you. You had insisted on her not resigning but she would give anything for you and the people she loved, for her team.

After the number she pulled in Milwaukee (you had also begged her to be careful, and you would've shoot that man when you saw what he had done to her hadn't JJ been there to stop you) she had a concussion. it was basically your job to make sure she was still breathing.

You secretly loved taking care of Emily, you kind of hated having to wake up every once in a while, obviously, but there was something about taking helping her with regular stuff, making sure she was taking things easy, all that intimacy.

"baby, stop it" she complains "I'm fine, I can carry my own bag" you had taken it upon yourself to carry it to her apartment "i know you can, but i don't want you to, you have to rest" you try to convince her

"I'm fine, the meds help a lot, it barely hurts now" She says trying to make you forget all that worry "since Milwaukee you've treated me like I'm so fragile, but I won't break just like that"

You drop her bag and her purse, and turn around to face her, grabbing her waist, pulling her close to you, she surrounds your neck with her hands "What's wrong with it? So, i want to take care of my girlfriend, no big deal, she can still be a badass, specially at work, as far as they're concerned, there's no worried girlfriend, just a worried friend, who drives you to work so you don't have to do it yourself" she caresses your back with her fingers, listening to every word you say.

Your relationship was still a secret for the rest of the team, you had been dating already for several months, but you were taking it slow, so no one in the team actually knew you were the one spending the nights at Emily's apartment taking care of her until she got better.

"well, i love my worried girlfriend but she should take a break and get me a nurse so she can start relaxing with me" she says, giving you a peck on your lips and separating from your embrace to go to the bathroom

little did Emily know she had just given you an idea

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next day you enter Emily's apartment, ready for a nigh full of interruptions, but very ready to have some fun as well.

Emily had given you an idea, a very good one, the kind of idea you knew your girlfriend would love. So you move around the apartment, being as quiet as you can, Emily is resting on the couch reading a book, and you're in the room trying to get yourself ready.

"I can hear you moving, what are you up to back there?" she asks putting her book down, giving up on concentrating enough to read.

"you know, I think it's time to change that bandage on your forehead don't you think? It's been a couple of days" you say from the back of the room

"oh, yeah, i forgot, if you get me the first aid kit i can do it myself"

"no, i can do it for you, because, if i remember correctly, you said yesterday you could use a nurse, right?" with that you enter the living room, all dressed in the lamest, cheapest nurse costume you could have found, the only thing that mattered anyways was that it was short, white, and revealing.

Emily sits up, sitting upright on the couch, her mouth falls open, speechless, her eyes scanning you, running up and down your figure as if trying to memorize every bit of the image.

"So? what do you think?" you tell her, pinning around to give her a look from every angle

her lips start curving into a smile, her mouth still open, she chuckles in surprise, runs her hand through her hair looking for the words

"I can't believe this, you look awesome baby, come here" she says still in awe, opens her arms in a welcoming position. You walk to her, place your legs on her sides so you're straddling her, she caresses the skin of your legs, holding you in place, and lay down to give her a kiss, holding her head with both your hands, she dugs her fingers in the flesh of your thighs, you kiss her lips softly, giving in the contact, melting into the kiss.

"you're hottest nurse I've ever kissed in my life" you chuckle against her lips, she gives you a peck before you get away

"So, are you gonna let the nurse change that bandage of yours or what?" you ask, and she nods, still smiling, holding on to you but finally letting go to allow you to go take the kit.

You come back from the bathroom with a wet cloth in one hand and the red box in the other one, you gesture her to sit straight, and lay her head back, regaining your last position straddling her waist, and her hands fly back to hold your thighs.

You start by slowly taking the old bandage off to avoid hurting her, you take the wet cloth and start cleaning the wound with it, gently tapping around it. She looks at your focused frown, smiling over how seriously you're taking your job. She runs her fingers through the soft skin of your thighs, every time her hands move she reaches higher until she is no longer touching your legs, but your ass, squeezing it gently, making you jump

"Hey! I'm trying to work here, stop distracting me!" You scold her, but she doesn't retreat, her hands keep wondering around, you try to make it as fast as you can.

Applying the bandage on her forehead delicately, you give her a peck on the lips "you're all set" you announce

"thank you nurse, i was wondering, maybe there's something else you could help me with?" she says to your surprise "sure, what would that be?"

"well you see, my very concerned and beautiful girlfriend used to be the one to take care of me, but ever since you came, I haven't seen her around, so maybe you could take care of me tonight, maybe for a bit longer" she says with the sexiest voice, batting her eyelashes to add up to the act, you just follow her play.

"well this one girlfriend of yours sounds like a very nice lady, but i guess i could help you out" you kiss her again, lustfully, running your hands through her hair, down to her sides, until you reach the hemline of her shirt, and you tug on it "how about if we start by removing this?"

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#wlw #emily prentiss wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss lesbian #emily prentiss #emily prentiss imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #lesbian pride #lesbian

[useless-catalanfacts]

No question. Just rant. I love your page. And sorry for chaotic story time vibes, but I don't think I'd realised how crazy this anti-catalan thing really is until I travelled to southern Spain. My Spanish is not great, but I took a course in Catalan in high school (long story on why this was available in my city but it also included a human tower party at the end and it was brilliant even tho I almost died) so when talking to people I casually threw in some Catalan words to help my Spanish. I am Norwegian, and I thought it was kind of like... as if someone was trying to speak Norwegian but casually threw in some Swedish to fill in the gaps. Like we would totally have joked about it, but overall we would just be grateful they really made an effort to be understood. But no. IT WAS NOT THE CASE. My host was literally offended. Like offended offended. I didn't really get it, because it's not like the Catalans have oppressed him and I'm coming here speaking the tongue of the oppressor (its kinda the opposite). But no. My host acted if I was the most ignorant person ever. He basically sat me down and explained that I have to show respect and speak castillian (or english, which was apparently fine, even if he understood about 1% of it), and then I asked if he would speak Catalan if he visited Barcelona and he said he would never visit Barcelona because he didn't like the people there. And then I said that if you hate them so much, why not throw them out of the country, get rid of them, and let them have their own state? It sounds like a win-win. And he looked as if he was gonna hit me.

Ah 😬

I wish things like this surprised me, but I have family from Andalucía and Extremadura and have friends who also have family from Andalucía, and so I've heard this and worse... It also reminded me of a few weeks ago when there was a scandal because a train in Málaga (in Andalucía, southern Spain) gave the announcements in Catalan instead of Spanish (turns out the train had been programmed in Catalonia during the COVID-19 restrictions and later moved to the Málaga train system, but for some mistake this day it was showing COVID-19 precaution in Catalan from 2020 now in 2024). It was such a scandal that it was on the news and politicians were making such a big deal of it, the PP (the most voted party in Málaga and of all Andalucía) also said it was "offensive" and that Malagans were being "laughed at" by the trains. Other errors in public transport that actually mean people can't travel in time don't get reported as much as when one train's screens tell you in Catalan to wear your facemask. 🤷

The last part of what you say, absolutely right. I never understood it either: if they really don't like us, then shouldn't they also be interested in not having anything to do with us? Why not just kick us out? I never really understood it until some years ago when I heard the words of a right-wing Spanish journalist (I think was Federico Jiménez Losantos?) who said something along the lines of "if Catalans want to leave, then leave. But Catalonia is ours." Meaning that Catalan people, individually, we can leave and migrate abroad. But the land is a possession of Spain, our homeland is their property. I think that sums up that view. It's not about being annoyed at having to share a state with a culture you despise, it's about wanting to keep domination.

I'm sorry you had this experience. Your effort to communicate should have been valued, and pulling the words you know from a language from the same linguistic family was a good idea that would have worked great, they wouldn't have found it offensive if the language you knew instead of Catalan was Italian, Portuguese, etc. Thank you very much for sharing your experience, and I hope you could enjoy the rest of your trip (Southern Spain, outside of situations like this, is a beautiful place), and I'm very glad to hear you enjoyed the castells party (and didn't die in it)!

#ask #anonymous #actualitat #catalanophobia #catalanofòbia #coses de la terra #catalonia #catalunya #spain #language rights #language imperialism #imperialism #cultural imperialism #languages #langblr

[madreemeritus]

A small analysis of Angel Dust's character (tw: SA, abusive relantionships, drug addiction, coping mechanism, also spoilers of the series)

Today is Angel Dust's birthday, he's my favorite Hazbin Hotel character and became one of my fave characters ever recently, he's being my new brainrot so I decided to write about his amazing character. Oh and English isn't my first language so forgive me for any mistake.

Ok now the first thing needed is to recognize Angel's (Anthony) situation. Anthony was born in the 1910s and died in 1947, with 30 years old, he was the son of a mafia leader and a homosexual man that needed to hide and opress his own sexuality, or else he'd be, at best, killed (if not worse). When he arrived Hell, he found to himself a taste of freedom that he could never experience in his life. I'm not sure about how many years he's been in the Val situation because Valentino died in the 1970s, but either way, he signed a soul contract with Valentino and now his soul belongs to him. The worst thing about his situation is that he was much probably in love with Val and was manipulated by him to sign the contract, it's really heartbreaking to think about it.

Although we don't know the exact circumstances that lead Angel to sign the contract (if he knew or not knew he was getting into porn, if Val lied to him, etc), we do know that he didn't expect to have the life he has at the moment. Angel is, in simple words, a sexual slave. Valentino abuses him mentally, physically, emotionally and mainly, sexually. He forces Angel to do uncomfortable, painful things in the studio, perform extra hours without any human condition or even a raise, and also demands sex and affection from him. Angel can't say no, he is coerced and afraid to go against Valentino's wishes. Valentino also uses a disturbing form of emotional abuse, lovebombing Angel after assaulting and abusing him, all to remain his control over Angel. Val tries to isolate Angel from everyone else and bursts in anger once Angel moves to the hotel, after all their deal says Val can do whatever he wants with Angel in the studio, outside of the studio, though, Angel is free. This is one of the reasons why he is desperate to keep Angel around. Which also indicates Val abuses him financially, if most (if not all) the money Angel earsn with HIS work goes to VAL, then Angel is even more vulnerable, powerless and dependent on his abuser. It explains why Angel agreed to live in the Hotel in the first place: he'd have a free room, away from Val, with the MINIMAL of privacy and safety.

Angel Dust, with this amount of abuse and trauma, obviously run into coping mechanism. Even if it's self destructive. Angel is addicted to drugs (his artistic name explains itself), apparently alcohol too, and most important, he masks his own feelings. He acts as Angel Dust, the perfect, unbothered pornstar that is not weak or vulnerable in any situation. Angel Dust is always confident, strong, wanted, and constantly does the only thing he was taught he was of: flirting. He agressively flirts with every men, he offers his own body to almost every men he sees, because if he surrender himself first, then he won't be hurted or coerced... right? Angel Dust hides his true feelings and pretends to not care about anything and anyone but himself. Angel is, most of the times, rude, and don't respect other people's boundaries (after all his own boundaries aren't respected).

Because, if Angel acts this way, he won't be harmed, he won't be hurted, he won't be abandoned. If he is emotionally distant from everyone, once they abandone him, it won't be so painful... right?

Anthony hides his true self as a cope mechanism. And he knows he isn't perfect. He isn't a perfect victim, he has flaws, he does wrong things and make people uncomfortable (specially Husk, the only man that rejects his flirting, which I will talk about later), and mainly, he blames himself for being abused. And this is why he is so afraid to be real and vulnerable, even next to his friends. He thinks he won't be accepted or treated with respect. He spent so many years being told that he is only worth for sex, that he ended up believing this is the true. He spent so many years being treated as a sexual object, that he began to think he really is. He spent so many years being abused, isolated and manipulated, that he is afraid of opening up. He spent so many years being blamed for other people's actions (mainly Valentino), that he believes it's all his fault.

You may argue that he is honest and vulnerable with Cherri Bomb, but that's the point: Cherri is in a similar situation, she had a traumatic experience in the past and has similar self-destructive behaviour. She is a good friend, she sees him as he is and understands him for personal experience. As for Charlie... well, don't get me wrong. I LOVE Charlie. She IS a good person, a good friend and clearly cares about her people more than anything in the world. She wants to help and save people, Angel being one of them. She nearly beated Valentino's ass for seeing him abusing Angel. BUT. Let's be honest: as a very privileged person (princess of hell) among wretched mortal souls, she has no social awareness. I mean, come on. She wrote an anti-drug, pro post-marrital sex play where she casted Angel (a drug addict and a non-married sex worker) as the "crackhead bad guy", and praised only Sir Pentious for doing exactly the same thing Angel did. She wants to help, but she doesn't know how. Angel doesn't feel safe enough to open up. Anyone in the Hotel appeared to be safe and trustworthy, Anthony/Angel was afraid of being judged. He is a victim of SA, gruesome things were done to his body without his consent and he is ashamed of it. His hypersexualization is a way to escape his shame (hypersexualization IS A REAL AND VALID COPING MECHANISM IN REAL LIFE).

It's only in his most vulnerable moment, when he is caught by surprise, that his real feelings appear. When Charlie invades Valentino's studio — putting, in Anthony's eyes, her safety in danger —, the real Anthony tries to protect her from Val. He knows how shitty Val is. A coward, evil, gruesome abuser that has desires to control everyone and everything, even the Princess of Hell herself. We all know Charlie is much more powerful and could easily beat Valentino's ass, but Anthony doesn't care about. He probably doesn't even think too much about it, he just wishes to protect his friend. This is one of the most beautiful character aspects that Anthony has: he cares for his friends, MORE than he fears Val.

For Anthony, it's easier to surrender his body and will to Valentino, anything to calm his whiny ass down and make things less painful. But when it comes to his friends... it's so, so much difficult. He pleads Val to not hurt Charlie. Later in E6-S1, he stands up against Valentino to protect Nifty. Angel pretends to be unbothered and relaxed most of the times in the Hotel, he acts like if he doesn't care, but he DOES. He cares for his friends more than he cares for himself. He puts his friends in the first place. For him, it can seem like nothing important, but it actually tells how caring and kind he actually is. He is protective. He doesn't want ANYONE to experience the same abuse he experiences. Every. Fucking. Day.

Angel's arc, in the first season, is realizing that there ARE people who love him and care for him, DESPITE HIS FLAWS. He is not an object, he is not a worthless sinner, he is a victim, he is a person, he is a FRIEND. Once he realizes that, he starts to be kind to himself, make better choices, set boundaries to himself and respecting other people's people boundaries. And speaking about boundaries...

Huskerdust is simply, aaah holy shit what a perfect dynamic, what a perfect shipp (and when I mean Huskerdust, I mean ONLY the romantic shipp).

Husk really got into Angel's nerves, because he was the only man who rejected his flirts. He didn't only rejected, he pushed Angel away many times and openly said that he could see that Angel was faking. To someone trying to hide his own feelings, afraid of being judged and ashamed of the consequences of his trauma, that probably hurted a lot. Angel was taught that his only worth is based on his physical beauty and if he is sexually desired. Seeing someone, not only rejecting his offers, but also seeing throught the act he puts on, must have terrified and hurted Angel in a way he never expected to feel. He wasn't upset because "Husk rejected him", he was feeling humiliated and confused because, for the first time in years, someone wanted to meet the real Anthony. Angel was gaslighted to think that he is only worth for sex, for being used.

So. "What do you mean Husk doesn't want to use me? He must hate me and I'm worthless!". It's obvious that he would have this reaction. During his breakdown after Husk called him "fake", he is saying those words to himself. He is reaffirming what he was told he was worth for: for being used. People would kill to have Angel in their beds, people would kill to afford Angel's services, people would kill to use Angel. "— Do you know how much I'm worth?" in fact, Angel himself doesn't know how much he is worth.

Husk was the person Angel NEEDED. He may have been harsh on him in some occasions, but Husk CARES for Angel. He is grumpy and won't say it out loud, but he does care. He protects Angel from being drugged and abused in a bar even after their argument. He offers to listen, he relates to Angel's situation and doesn't judge him. Angel NEEDED to have the reality shock throught Husk's words: no one cares if he's hot, famous, if he's a whore, if he has flaws, literally no one cares. His friends love him the way he IS. Husk wanted Angel to be truthful, that's all. Husk never forced any physical contact, in fact, he offers his hand first and waits until Angel accepts it — besides, his physical affection isn't based on sex or violence. Notice how Husk never actually said Angel's work is garbage or that he is a bad actor, because this would be a lie. Husk says the material that is given to Angel is garbage. After all, Angel's movies are written and directed by Valentino (if i'm not mistaken, one of his asshole clients Travis also help Val with the script), of course it's garbage. Husk sees that the situation Angel is in, is garbage. Is horrible. Angel felt offended at first because, again, he thought his worth was based on Val's bullshit, but NO. Angel, Anthony, is not Val's bullshit, he is absolutely different.

Husk sees him as a real person. After Angel overstepped boundaries many times, Husk could easily tell him to fuck off, let him be drugged and raped without giving a damn, mocking his trauma, which would be a total asshole attitude but no. Husk, even being mad at Angel, listens to him with an opened heart. This is what Angel needed. He needs love and affection from someone that sees him as he is, and this person is Husk. Their bonding is so sweet in the next episodes, and I'm really excited to see how their slow-burn is going to happen in next seasons.

"Loser, Baby" is such an amazing song, it's so cute and adorable and it's exactly the type of comfort that Angel needed. Husk is also on a leash. He sold his soul to Alastor, he is constantly mistreated and forced to do things he doesn't want to do by this powerful overlord, and if Husk says no, he might lose his life. He knows exactly how Angel is feeling. He doesn't have a solution for their problems, he can't do anything against neither Valentino nor Alastor, but what he can do is helping Angel. Comforting him, listening to him and offering him companion. Angel is living a horrible situation, but he ISN'T ALONE. Yes, Angel is a cocked-up dick sucking hoe, and IT'S OKAY.

Now listen: "Addict" is Angel's song that denies his suffering. He pretends to "don't give a damn" and to be fine with the life he's living. "Poison" is the realization that he needs help, he is being abused and is slowly destroying himself with his addictions. He aknowledges his suffering, but he is still hopeless. "Loser, Baby" is Angel letting hope in. He knows he's, well, a loser, a broken person that lives a terrible, suffered life, but he is NOT alone. He is loved, despite his flaws, because his friends aknowledge his qualities and worth, him as a person. Anthony, not Angel Dust.

What an amazingly well-written character, fuck my life. I love him so much 😭

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #happy birthday angel dust #hazbin hotel anthony #huskerdust #hazbin hotel valentino

[reirrei]

the chase is over. ᝰ.ᐟ

HACKER!SHU YAMINO x CRIMINAL!READER ──★ ˙ ̟🐇 !!

INFO: you've been playing a game of chase with an infamous hacker who goes by Shu. He's finally caught up to you, after years. What will you do?

WARNINGS: major character death, angst no comfort, descriptions of blood, suicide ; no use of y/n

A/N: i wrote this at 12 am on a school night with a french test tomorrow so this is probably rlly shit spare me

English isn't my first language - so excuse any grammatical mistakes and bare with me here (╥_╥)

words:

𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 ✦ !

Who would've thought things would end like this?

Roughly 3 years ago, while simply robbing a small shop just down the road, you met face to face with an infamous hacker. You managed to slip out of his grasp then, but he had made it his mission to catch you with all his might - though you were a difficult one to deal with. You always ran away somehow, and it was like a never ending cycle.

Or so you thought.

He'd come close to catching you, and you'd slip away right as he's about to get you. You'd come close to finding out where he lives and boom it's actually a random garage. It was like a cat and mouse game. Over. And over. And over again.

A never-ending game.

Until it ended.

There you two were face to face with the man that has been hunting you for 3 consecutive years. You both standing on a rooftop, you stand near the edge of the rooftop, while he stands firmly in the middle. You have nowhere else to go. He finally caught you. He should feel proud, and satisfied, right? That's what he thought too.

"Looks like I lost" you smile, turning back to him.

"..don't say that." Shu mumbles, as his purple eyes interlocked with yours.

you smile.

he frowns.

"When are they arriving? The police, I mean." you chuckle bitterly, facing the man that you've been dreading to kill, but now that he's in front of you, you feel something else entirely.

Shu frowns, silent.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't call the police, you must have." You knew he did.

"..are you really okay with this?" he mumble.

"No, not really. I wish our game went on for longer." You smile, dryly. "I had fun you know? Despite everything, the game was the highlight of my days"

"..it was mine too" he admits, his head low.

"you know, I never saw you close up" You turn to look at him, closely. His eyes reflected the midnight blue skies behind you. His purple eyes stare back at you, and the wind is softly blowing his hair around. He was charming, quite more than you had remembered.

"you're pretty." You breathe out, as you observe his flushed face.

"I- what. Uh.. you're. You're pretty too.." He finally mutters, his voice shaking as he avoids your piercing gaze. It wasn't a lie, no, in fact, he thought you were drop-dead gorgeous when he first saw you years ago. Ever more gorgeous now, his gaze is fixated on your figure.

"I take it you're not very happy. Why is that? Aren't you happy to finally be catching me after all that time? I must've been a pain in your ass, I apologize." You softly chuckle, though tears were threatening to spill at that point.

"..no. No not really. I- Thank you. Thank you for just..being you. It was really fun." He sighs as he comes to the realization of his own feelings. He thought it was just the adrenaline during those chases, but it was butterflies.

"whoop, there they come." You laugh, your eyes peering down at the police cars and sirens heading your way.

"I'm sorry." To your surprise, you look back, to see Shu with tears running down his eyes.

"Wh- no don't be sorry! I knew this day would come anyway." You quickly waved his tears off.

"I've grown to really like you over all that time Shu." You spoke again, this time, approaching him softly. As you stood near him, your hand brought his face to look at you in the eye, but tears were blinding his sight.

You sigh, using your thumb to wipe away some of his tears. "I'm sorry for everything I've done, maybe in another universe, we could've been friends, or more." you smile softly at him as his eyes widen in the realization of your next actions.

You quickly pulled him in for a hug, tightly, as Shu very quickly returned the favor. He hugs you back while sobbing on your shoulder, his weight falls on you.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbles through his tears.

"Don't be. I'm just glad we got to meet each other" You laugh softly, as the police come closer with each passing second. "In another universe, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good good, I'm sorry for this." You spoke lightly, softly tearing yourself away from the hug as the noises from the sirens and police yelling got louder by the minute. Shu's eyes widen in shock as he realizes your intentions now.

"no wait-!" He calls out to you, his legs just had to be so numb that he couldn't move. His breathing got rapidly faster as he saw you going closer and closer to the edge of the building.

one step.

another.

"thank you for being with me Shu! Our time together was short but the best I could ever ask for." You exclaim from the edge of the building.

Shu's ears were ringing, and everything in his body urged him to run at you.

"I love you." Your last words were uttered, and you finally let your body fall back.

in another universe, we'd be inseparable. But not this one.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #shu x reader #shu yamino #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu #shu yamino x reader

[wheres-mylove]

as if!

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Tyrell!Reader

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Part 1: Heart of Stone

Summary: It's just another day of dealing with unpleasant professors, unwanted admirers, and now Aemond Targaryen on top of it. Miss Tyrell welcomes a new housemate. He's quite charming. In his own way. Disclaimer: English isn't my first language! Word count: 3.3k

The skirt's hem swirled around her legs as she spun in front of the grand gilded mirror.

“Just to be sure, how do I look in green?” asked (Y/N), squinting and carefully analyzing her reflection. “Because if not stunning, I’m afraid I can’t leave the house.”

Mr. Tyrell didn't take his gaze off the stack of papers on the table, only murmured approvingly. His daughter placed her hands on her hips. These damned lawyers and their workaholism.

“There wasn't supposed to be any reading of lawsuits at breakfast! You're not even listening to me.”

“You're a rose, dearest. Green and red are your colors,” the man replied, finally looking up and sending her a self-satisfied smile.

(Y/N) shook her head and checked her phone notifications, deftly avoiding unread messages from Arryk Cargyll.

Gods, men and their inability to read the signals.

“What are your plans for the afternoon?” Mr. Tyrell asked suddenly, tapping the table with his pen.

“Coffee date with Baela. Looking pretty and discussing existential problems,” she said, lost in thought about whether to block the pest.

“You have to stay here after you’re finished with your classes. I'm heading to the court, and we'll have a guest,” her father informed, finally earning a bit of her attention.  

“You invited that hot prosecutor chick to our place?” she asked with great enthusiasm, receiving a disapproving look in return. “What? You two would make a good - looking couple.”

“I will just pretend that I didn't hear that. Do you remember Alicent Hightower? Married to Baela’s uncle. The divorce case from around four years ago. Custody battles, side family feuds, property disputes? A very… emotional woman.”

“Alicent, Alicent…. Wait, that beautiful lady who cried so much?” she inquired. Mr. Tyrell nodded. “Ah, I’ve heard that story, she had every right to act the way she did! Stop calling women emotional. So, you're after divorced ones now? Aside from being friends with Bae, I also know Aegon, that's a bit awkward, dad.”

Her father sighed and waved his hand, losing his patience.

“Well, now you'll meet Aemond. I offered him some sort of a collaboration. I have tons of work, I can't keep up. No help from anywhere. An inheritance scorned.” He gave her a meaningful look.

“Lawyers are super boooring. I don't meddle in such shady business.”

“The young man just graduated from Oldtown University and he's really promising. I need someone to handle the responsibility. I also feel a bit obligated to Alicent, she's an old friend of mine, and the trial was, how to phrase it, rather nasty,” Mr. Tyrell continued. “He'll stay with us here for a while. That will make him more available whenever there’s a new task.”

“What now, excuse me? In our house?” She dramatically spread her arms, gesturing to everything around. “How sweet that you're asking for my opinion.”

“Oh, come on, dearest, this house is so big that you could get lost in it. We barely bump into each other. You won't notice he's here. Besides, don't pretend you spend so much time indoors. King's Landing pulls you outside.”

“Who would have thought that you’ll end up as a philanthropist,” she muttered, crossing her arms and plopping down onto a chair with a pout. “Men are nothing but trouble. The vibes won't be the same anymore.”

“If Aemond becomes any trouble for you, you have a lawyer for a father, keep that in mind. Just threaten him.”

“Dad, he's also somewhat capable in that field. Didn’t you call him promising?”

“Yes, but which one of us is a big fish?” Mr Tyrell stood up and patted her shoulder. “Be nice, as nice as you can. Oh, and he'll take a cab from the airport. I'd risk a personal injury case if you were to pick him up.”

Baela got out of the car, clutching her heart with one hand and gripping the door handle tightly with the other.

“This is the last time you gave me a ride!” she exclaimed, to which (Y/N) burst out laughing.

“You're exaggerating, Bae.” She tossed the keys in the air and caught them with the same hand. “There's no better driver in Westeros than me.”

“You're the best at speeding and ignoring road signs, I'll give you that,” her friend said, fixing the mess of curls that the rush of air had created. (Y/N) lightly hit her butt with the textbook she had in her hand. Baela sucked in air indignantly.

She couldn't retaliate because her phone played 7/11 by Beyoncé, signaling an incoming call.

“Jace,” Baela announced softly and picked up the call with a voice that was definitely higher than usual. “Hey, babe, what's up?”

The girl passed her on the stairs, engrossed in a conversation with her boyfriend. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. Bae stopped in the uni hall, still on the phone, gesturing that she'd catch up in a moment. There was nothing left to do but sigh in irritation and head to the classroom. This part of the campus was still mostly empty, but it didn't take long until she heard fast footsteps behind her.

“Hey, Miss Tyrell!”

Oh gods, no, not this, please.

Arryk caught up with her and put his arm around her shoulder. (Y/N) forced a fake half-smile and smoothly slipped out of his grip. If he was disappointed by that, he didn't show it. After all, she didn't owe him anything.

As if. Who does he think he is?

“Hey,” she replied dryly, hoping to deter any silly ideas he might have in his head. “I’m waiting for Baela.”

“I'll wait with you then,” he suggested with a hopeful tone. (Y/N) grimaced, desperately looking for someone she could use as an excuse to escape this conversation. “I messaged you yesterday. You probably didn't notice, that’s alright.”

“No, I just didn't have time to reply,” she clarified, finally spotting someone on the horizon who rarely attended that class, so his presence now was almost a miracle. "I have something to discuss with Targaryen. Bye.”

She left Arryk in the middle of the hallway, greeted a few people she recognized from the course, and stood in front of Aegon, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

“A bit hungover?” she asked sweetly, trying not to laugh at the guy who struggled to open his eyes just to look at her.

“Good morning to you too, princess,” he mumbled, rubbing his temples in pain. “If I didn't have to, I wouldn't come here.”

Aegon Targaryen wasn't an exemplary student. He got kicked out of Oldtown University because his academic progress was non-existent. Now he was back in King's Landing. He could've changed his environment, but his love for parties, alcohol and weed remained.

She offered him a bottle of water. Aegon eyed it suspiciously.

“What can you tell me about your brother, Aemond?”

“I knew it wasn't out of kindness,” he grumbled, taking the water. “Don't you have other drinks?"

“He'll be working with my dad,” she explained, ignoring the silly question. “And he'll probably be staying with us. Is he nice?”

Aegon nearly choked on the water he was so eagerly sipping on.

“Oh, honey. My condolences. Take it as an invitation to my dorm in case the Ice Queen won’t let you live. I haven't seen him since I got kicked out, and I can't say I particularly miss him.”

“Elaborate on that,” she demanded, already seeing Baela heading their way. She had impeccable timing, as Professor Borris Baratheon was trailing right behind her.

“If he wasn't my brother, I'd say he's a pretentious dick. But he's my brother, so I won't say that. You’ll let me know how things are when he arrives, yeah?”

“Sure. Thanks, Targaryen.” She shook her head with mild disgust as he tried to hand her back the half-empty bottle. “Keep it.”

“And about that invitation to the dorm…”

“Forget about it.”

(Y/N) Tyrell and Baela Targaryen shared identical expressions as they received their graded assignments. Disappointment mixed with anger. Professor Baratheon continued handing out the papers, unaware of two death glares directed at his back.

“We spent two days in the library writing these pathetic pieces of shit,” Baela grumbled, flipping the stack of papers so she wouldn't have to look at the grade.

“Maybe he can't fucking read,” (Y/N) commented with a frown. She looked around the room and noticed Aegon on the other end, banging his head against the back of Jason Lannister's chair. The latter turned towards her, and raised his hand slightly in a greeting gesture. She reciprocated with a smile and put her paper up as a silent question. He gave her a thumbs-down with a comical grimace. “Looks like everyone did spectacular.”

“Baratheon’s just a bitter old man,” Baela summed up.

“I'm going to argue with him.”

“(Y/N)...” Bae began with a sigh, but her friend already had her hand raised high and was clearing her throat.

Professor Baratheon turned towards her with an expression that indicated he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

“Yes, Miss Tyrell?” he asked wearily.

“What about the extra points for the discussion on intersectionality in Westerosi culture? I don't see that you took it into account, professor,” she said, tapping her nails on the desk.

“If I remember correctly, your statement consisted of praising the influences of Dorne, and I quote, because they have excellent wine, and negating those from the Riverlands, as you don't like the people there.”

“There's something about them that makes them unlikeable, don't you think, professor?”

Baela was still laughing when they both walked out of the glass-walled building together.

“It's not funny, Bae. He has some issues; lately, he's been grading us more severely.” She stopped mid-step, causing her friend to almost bump into her. “Of course. You don't think at all! He has recently divorced his wife. He must be sexually frustrated.”

“He's more likely to get gray hairs from his daughters. Have you seen the state of the place after that party at Cassandra's?”

“We need to find him some pussy. I'm serious. Set him up with someone, and he'll calm the fuck down. I'll analyze the faculty members and choose someone who's perfect for him,” (Y/N) nodded, as if confirming her brilliant idea.

“You're joking.”

“I'm not.”

Baela dropped onto a nearby bench with a groan and gave (Y/N) a skeptical look.

“You can't play matchmaker for the professors!”

“Who's going to stop me?”

“It's going to come back to bite you someday, honey. Less meddling in other people's lives, more interest in your own. Am I seeing things, or is Jason Lannister staring at you more than usual?”

“Don't change the subject; I don't give a damn about Lannister,” (Y/N) snorted, absentmindedly playing with the strap of her pink designer bag. “I wish all men would just leave me alone.”

“Having a boyfriend isn't the worst curse you can bring upon yourself, you know?”

(Y/N) grumbled and sat down next to her friend, resting her head on Baela's shoulder.

“I don't like the fact that you're content with Velaryon, because you deserve better,” she stated after a while, to which Bae chuckled.

“Because you didn't pick him for me? I apologize profusely for not utilizing the services of a matrimonial agency.”

“Oh, come on, hot stuff. You're extraordinary, and you need an extraordinary man.”

“They probably don't make those anymore.”

(Y/N) made a saddened face and snuggled into her friend's jacket.

“It's bordering on controlling behavior how often he calls you. You should dump him,” she mumbled, to which Baela let out a belly laugh.

They both knew that (Y/N) didn't truly hate Jace Velaryon, but it was hard for her to accept the idea that someone so close to her heart might not be getting what she deemed the best.

“I saw you talking to Aegon. I thought we were keeping a strategic distance from my cousin,” Bae began.

“Aemond Targaryen is getting friendly with my dad and is coming to stay at our place.”

“Wait, what?” Baela exclaimed, looking at her with surprise. “And you're telling me about this now?”

“Please, don’t make it worse. That dumbass have already told me to watch out, I'm starting to fear this fucking encounter.”

“Aemond isn't so bad, but he's… Well, one of a kind.” The girl scratched her neck awkwardly, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and began scrolling down the photo gallery. “I think it's best to leave him alone, not get in his way. Oh, and not force him to be a member of society.”

She brought a family pic under (Y/N)'s nose and zoomed in on a tall guy with platinum hair, definitely longer than Aegon's, and a stern expression on his face. One of his eyes glowed with an unnatural sapphire light.

If he's as unbearable as he is handsome, we're going to have a problem.

The sofa in the living room was designed to offer a perfect view of the driveway. (Y/N) took her position at the observation point. Her legs spread out on the armrest, gaze fixed on the window, Baela on the video call.

“Lower the volume on Cher, I can barely hear you,” Bae demanded from the other end of the line.

“How can you say such blasphemy?” (Y/N) scolded her, but obediently reached for the speaker, all while singing out of tune at the top of her lungs. “Emotional fireee, every time I see you, I’m on fire!”

“Gods, I thought you'd have a bigger problem, but honestly, bitch, Aemond might not be able to handle it mentally either. You two might actually kill each other.”

“It won't be that bad, I know how to behave,” the girl retorted. “Plus, he won't stay here forever. Probably just until my dad gets through most urgent cases. Later we will let that man find his own place. His family is rich, Alicent got a shitload of money after the divorce.”

“As she should! But seriously, I believe in you. Do you want me to write you a Get well card for tomorrow?”

(Y/N) Tyrell then noticed a car parking in front of the house. It didn't belong to her father, so it had to be Targaryen arriving.

“Target identified, now approaching. I'll message you later!”

“Good luck, bestie!”

They hung up. She wasn't sure whether to wait for him to ring the doorbell or to go outside. While she pondered, Aemond paid the driver and pulled a large black suitcase from the trunk.

Apparently, someone was ready for an extended stay. And had an aversion to colors of the rainbow.

She wondered how someone could look so good after hours of airplane travel. He was dressed in a black tracksuit, Adidas shoes, hair pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck. Life was truly unfair. She shook her head and smoothed out the creases in her green spaghetti strap dress, which cost more than she had told her father. Good thing she didn't change. At least she had the upper hand in terms of clothing.

She opened the door just as the car was driving away, and Aemond was about to ring the doorbell. He raised an eyebrow and scrutinized her with an assessing gaze.

Oh my. He had that down even better than her.

“You're not Mr. Tyrell,” he almost accused. Maybe he was hoping to avoid any interaction beyond what was necessary.

“You're very observant,” she replied before she could bite her tongue. Targaryen raised his chin slightly. Stop, dad told her to be nice. Be nice. “Hi. (Y/N) Tyrell. I'm the daughter.”

“Hmm,” Aemond grunted, still not tearing his gaze away. Baela's photo didn't fully capture his sharp, almost noble features. One eye was prosthetic, a deep sapphire hue.

She realized they had been standing in the doorway for quite some time, locked in a silent staring contest. She stepped back to let him inside.

“Please come in,” she said, forcing a polite tone. He entered the house slowly, one hand holding the suitcase. Bypassed her in the doorway, still maintaining eye contact.

Weird guy. She closed the door behind them and cleared her throat.

“Aemond, right?” she asked after a moment, feeling uneasy about him being so quiet.

“Yes,” he replied in a flat voice, raising his brows as if she had asked him a very dumb question.

Okay, that was nonsensical, but she had to do something about this awkward silence.

“How was your journey?”

“Fine.”

“Dad mentioned that you'll be working together. He speaks very highly of you,” she began, stepping closer and mustering a friendly smile.

“He didn't mention you at all.”

Oh. How courteous. Wonderful!

(Y/N) folded her hands behind her back and nodded, deciding to tap into her previously prepared formula to get this over with.

“You'll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms, upstairs and the first door on the left. There's a bathroom and a walk-in closet inside. My room is in the right wing, also the first door, if you need anything. The cleaning lady comes twice a week, but you can let her know if you don't want her to enter. This is the living room. Further in, there's the dining room and the kitchen. You're welcome to use them as you please. Although dad suggests we have dinner together, it's just an offer.”

She finished her speech with a deep inhale. Aemond had been watching her carefully. She felt her hands getting sweaty. Did he ever blink?

He nodded, the only sign that her words had reached him, since he hadn't said a single word yet.

As Aegon called him, what was that? The Ice Queen? It suited him. She thought he would go to his room and free her from his presence, but he continued to stand still.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked uncertainly, not sure what to do with him.

“A glass of tonic, if it's not a problem,” he said, finally tearing his gaze away and sweeping it around the living room.

“No problem at all! You can take the time to bring your luggage upstairs. Unless you need help?”

Aemond first looked at his suitcase, then at her with a sour expression. Maybe his ego would suffer if a girl helped him with something heavy.

“No.”

She took some relief in that. At least she could escape him, even if only for a moment. She deliberately took her time looking for a glass, then wiping it clean, and pouring him some Schweppes that was stocked in the fridge.

Let that asshole wait.

She found him in the living room, casually leaning against the wall and examining her copy of The Lady of the Camellias. She had left it on the small table next to the couch, so he must have picked it up.

She clenched her fingers around the glass, suddenly infuriated that he was going through her stuff.

“Yours?” he asked, and she could swear on every Italian fashion house that she saw a hint of a pleased smirk on his face.

“Yes, I read it at night when I can't fall asleep. That's some serious sleep-inducing boredom,” she retorted in a nearly defensive tone, though she already knew what he had found inside.

“Quite a lot of annotations for someone who finds Dumas boring,” Aemond replied, his tone filled with smugness.

The steam was almost coming out of her ears. He enters her house and pushes his way into the realm she considered private.

Nobody was allowed to read that. Her thoughts, hers only.

She took a few quick steps toward him, snatched the book from his hand, and put a glass in there instead.

“Here.”

He didn't thank her, or maybe she didn't hear it because she walked away in a hurry.

She hoped that Aemond Targaryen would stay away from her belongings. Stay away from her books, her life and the first room in the right wing.

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[lannmmm]

Warnings: contain spoilers, read on your own risk; mention of blood; mention of death..

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Getō.

Uh,. English not my first language,so try not to poke your eyes out while reading.

They definitely will.

"...after my own ten years departure, I was blindly convinced that I remained hated by you, only to find out it was the opposite minutes before my death. What an idiot I am..So are you." - Suguru’s smile really seemed to stay just the same, his gentle voice, soothing all the worries, hasn’t changed at all as well, the warm gaze of his, already eternally tired, eyelids flaunts on his face again, but now this very picture is soaked in the blood of thousands of innocent and not quite souls, including the master of curses himself, and leaves behind only a heaviness in the chest, an arrow passing through the heart.

The pain from his injuries did not seem to prevent him from speaking at all, from looking directly into the soul of his once best and still irreplaceable friend. Getō was determined to say goodbye with dignity and, this time, it must be the real ending?

Indeed, once upon a time, the happiest memories bring the greatest pain, dealing a decisive blow.

"Huh? Why is that?" - Satoru, standing opposite his profusely bleeding person, was now squatting to hear his every, now more than ever, priceless word as clearly as possible, to hammer everything into memory, down to the smallest detail.

Suguru’s penetrating gaze cast doubt on the existence of a bandage,that was then white, which carefully hid Satoru’s sky-blue eyes, which the second one missed so much. It is difficult to remain silent about how much this fact increased the pressure of everything that was happening.

“How did you even think of blaming yourself for everything?” With his surviving hand, Suguru nevertheless lowered the bandage that was already annoying both of them, releasing his adored pure abysses - “no offens, do you think that you could give me the answers I needed? Why? At what cost? For who? And would that really be enough to stop my obsession? ...Huh, I'm afraid it wasn't enough for me to just speak out and cry on someone's shoulder... even if it belonged to the Gojo Satoru himself ~" it was probably strange to try to soften the heavy tension in the air with such jokes, but it was difficult to resist still. It was felt that with each new word Suguru’s voice became hoarser, it became more difficult to breathe, his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and only that charming smile remained unchanged.

“You know, Satoru, I considered you my best friend on my own initiative after all. You, the one whom you are now cursing and trying to change, going into the past. Nonsense. Why did you decide that you were obligated to help me? Why did you hang an unrealistic expectation on yourself? responsibility? No matter how strong you are, you cannot save someone who does not want to be saved. That's it!"

Gojo was silent. He would have remained like that for a long time, if only time was on their side now-.. he had to overcome the lump stuck in his throat.

"You're right. If trying to change the past simply doesn't make sense, I'll leave the future to us."

"Satoru.... My, you really are a fool! By 'our future' you mean the few minutes remaining for me? Heh, don't want to disappoint--"

"Next life."

"What?"

"In the next life, Suguru, I will not let you go."

Despite how childishly naive that sounded, Suguru completely melted.

“Do you really believe this yourself?” Getō said almost inaudibly, yet so soft.

“What difference does it make? From now on i do. You also can’t know for sure..” - Satoru slightly pouted his lips, a charming habit of his since school.

With the last of his strength, Suguru pressed their foreheads together without breaking eye contact.

“I believe you and I believe in you.” - it turns out that was the phrase personifying his last breath.

“We will meet again.” - the promise.

#satosugu #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo satoru x geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #satosugu angst #geto suguru #gojo satoru #geto suguru angst #gojo satoru angst

[todomitoukei]

I went through the old chapters where Dabi and Ujiko are included to take a deeper look at the relationship between these two.

Did you translate the conversations between the two of them into chapters 221 and 222?

I find the way Ujiko speaks to Dabi in the English translation strange. I'm curious if that's really how he expressed himself in Japanese. If I remember correctly, it seems to me that you translated a line of Ujiko's related to Dabi and it sounded less strange than in the English version. That one with "Dabi, you've got sharp eyes!" or smth like this

Hi there!

I only translated that specific line way back when Ujiko and AFO being involved in Touya's backstory was just a theory (long time ago).

I also did a translation of chapter 350, where Ujiko tells us that part of Touya's backstory, which also features a short conversation between the two.

Going back to chapter 221 and 222, here's a breakdown of the parts before the "good eye", starting with this part in chapter 221 (the first two speech bubbles can be found in the other post I linked above)

「そうじゃ違うんじゃこの子らは中位下位とは違うじゃよ～

最上位（ハイエンド）じゃよ

より「マスターピース」に近付いたスーパー脳無じゃ！

凄いじゃろうこれまでとは違うんじゃよ！！！」

「そう ; sou 」 = so 「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be 「違う ; chigau 」 = different 「んじゃ ; nja 」 = explanatory particle 「この ; kono 」 = this 「子ら ; kora 」 = children 「は ; wa 」 = topic particle 「中位下位 ; chuuikai 」 = middle class, lower class 「とは ; to wa 」 = quotation particle 「違う ; chigau 」 = different 「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be 「よ ; yo 」 = emphasis particle 「最上位 (ハイエンド) ; haiendo 」 = High End (the kanji mean the most upper class) 「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be 「よ ; yo 」 = emphasis particle 「より ; yori 」 = than 「マスターピース ; masutaapiisu 」 = master piece 「に ; ni 」 = directional particle 「近付いた ; chikazuita 」 = approached 「スーパー脳無 ; suupaa noumu 」 = super nomu 「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be 「凄い ; sugoi 」 = amazing 「じゃろう ; jarou 」 = right 「これまで ; kore made 」 = until this 「とは ; to wa 」 = quotation particle 「違う ; chigau 」 = different 「んじゃ ; nja 」 = explanatory particle 「よ ; yo 」 = emphasis particle

＝"That's right, they're different. These kids are different from the middle and lower class ones~ It's a High End (top tier). It's a Super Nomu, close to a masterpiece! Amazing, right? It's different from anything up until now!!!"

You best believe he chose the word masterpiece to piss off Touya here on purpose. Unfortunately, and maybe on purpose, we never get shown Touya's facial reaction to that, and he most likely played it cool on the outside, while on the inside wanting to set the whole place on fire.

The next little bit of dialogue between the two occurs in chapter 222:

「ならば荼毘にはハイエンドのテストに協力してほしいのう！！

趣味が！！審美眼がとても合う！！接しやすい！！」

「ならば ; naraba 」 = in case; as for 「荼毘 ; dabi 」 = Dabi 「には ; ni wa 」 = directional particle 「ハイエンド ; haiendo 」 = High Ends 「の ; no 」 = possession particle 「テスト ; tesuto 」 = test 「に ; ni 」 = directional particle 「協力 ; kyouryoku 」 = cooperation 「してほしい ; shitehoshii 」 = want you to do 「のう ; nou 」 = explanatory particle (adds emphasis) 「趣味 ; shumi 」 = preference; liking; taste 「が ; ga 」 subject particle 「審美眼 ; shinbigan 」 = aesthetic sense; sense of beauty 「が ; ga 」 subject particle 「とても ; totemo 」 = very 「合う ; au 」 = to fit/match 「接しやすい ; sesshiyasui 」 = easy to deal with/attend to

= "As for Dabi, I want you to test out the High End for me!! (Good) taste!! Your aesthetic sense matches a lot!! It will be easy for you to deal with it!!"

Obviously, in retrospect, knowing that Ujiko would have turned Touya into a nomu too, the "matching aesthetic sense" line feels even more rude now.

And finally Touya's response:

「話聞いてンのか」

「話 ; hanashi 」 = story 聞いてン ; kiiten 」 = to listen 「のか ; noka 」 = question particle

= "Are you listen to my story?"

The 'story' being him just a second prior to this having said he will go off on his own since he is in the middle of recruiting someone (don't do it!).

#dabi #translation #222 #221 #bnha #mine #ask #lov

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi, can I request break up to make up (angst to fluff) story with Jake Kim? It was when Jake running an illegal toto, that time Jake was super busy that he neglected his s/o & his s/o hated that he running an illegal bussiness, then they broke up. After he got out from juvenile, he looked after his s/o to say sorry and try to win his s/o's heart back. Sorry for my bad english & thank you in advance 💙

Anon, your english is pretty fantastic. And even if it isn't, don't apologise for it!

Thanks for the ask and so sorry for the delay!

Jake Kim x Reader: To the end

Gambling arc to juvie release

"I have to do this for Big Deal."

"But this isn't what Big Deal stands for!"

"It's what I need to do for us to survive."

You hate that Jake never looks at you. Not once. Like he's already made up his mind. You were meant to stand with him to the end. He promised.

"You know how much Sinu would hate this!"

"Sinu isn't here anymore." Jake's words hit you like a gut punch.

He catches your lower lip trembling. Those lips he's kissed a thousand times before, and wants to kiss forevermore. Your touch, your taste. It's seared into his memory.

"You're going to ruin other people's lives including your own. I can't watch you do this," you whisper. He's going down a path you cannot and will not follow.

Countless shows and movies and books have misled you. You thought a break up would be screaming, tears, anger. All you feel is empty. Helpless.

Like the Jake Kim you know is slipping between your fingers and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

"I don't want you to neither," Jake holds your hands, thumbs brushing your knuckles. He memorises the feel of your hand in his.

I'm protecting you, he reasons. It's for the best.

He forces the words out, "I think this is the end of the road for us."

How odd to think only a couple days ago you woke up in each other's arms. You thought your love for one another was so obvious, that everyone could practically see a love heart pulsating overhead.

Yet now, so suddenly, you've reached a dead end.

"...If that's what you want," You can't bring yourself to remove your hands from his, to sever the last of your connection.

Big Deal is too dangerous. Your safety is a risk Jake cannot take. The gambling racket is a burden he needs to shoulder. Alone.

"It is," he lies, and lets you go.

He never meets your gaze even as you leave.

It's easier this way.

.

.

"Please Jerry, just write down what I say and deliver it to Y/N."

Even with the visitor's barrier between them, Jake could feel the displeasure radiating off Jerry.

(When Big Deal initially found out about the break up, no-one said a word. They didn't need to. The disagreement with how their leader has handled his own personal relationship was written all over their faces.)

And maybe Jake should let sleeping dogs lie, Jerry certainly thought so. But after ending up in Juvie, he feels like he owes you an explanation. Or at least an apology.

Shame that you are right to the bitter end. The lives he's dragged down with him weigh heavy on his conscience. That young kid - Jiho. Members of Big Deal including Brad, Jason.

What a mess.

.

.

Juvie gives Jake a lot of time to think.

That the quicker you forget about him, the better.

But the thought of forgetting you. Of referring to you as in the past, history, done. Of your face and smile and voice fading from memory. It hurts him more than he can bear.

Every night, drifting off to sleep in a room full of other delinquents, he would allow his thoughts to wander.

What are you doing with your life now? Are you still fretting over your grades? Have you been spending your spare time with friends? Did you go to that new cafe in the end? See that film you were excited for? Have you found someone that could actually make you happy? Do you still think about me? Do you remember the times we had? Do you miss me like I miss you-

Jake imagines the lilt of your voice as you respond, eyes bright and full of life, smile beautiful and beaming.

Other times, the masochism takes hold and under the cloak of darkness, Jake gives into the fantasy of you both living a normal life. An alternate universe where there are no complications, and you are both two kids that simply fell in love.

Eventually, dawn breaks and in the cold light of day, there is no escaping reality.

.

.

"Hi Jake,"

"Y/N?"

It's you. Really you. Is this a nightmare or the most perfect dream? Jerry had delivered the letter and this was the last thing Jake expected. Did he not make it clear enough how dangerous this is for you?

"Yeah... Jerry pulled some strings so I could visit you."

Oh. Well Jerry kept this quiet.

Awkwardness and tension lingers in the air. Neither one of you had spoken or seen each other since that night nearly a year ago.

"Y/N..." Strange that your name feels rusty on Jake's tongue when you are constantly in his thoughts.

"Fuck you," Your vitriol catches him off-guard. Eyes full of fury, lips turned down, "You promised we're a team. You promised you wouldn't leave me out."

You slam the letter against the screen, "This is bullshit, Jake Kim. And you know it."

"How do you not understand this?" Jake's voice starts to rise in frustration, "The danger with Gun and the crews? This is for the best-"

You cut him off with the one and only question that matters to you. That frayed the edge of your sanity for months on end-

"Do you still love me?"

The question stuns him. He considers saying otherwise but he can't refute this. After everything, denying it feels like one lie too far.

Jake doesn't offer anything but a lack of answer is enough for you. For your spark of hope.

"I'll wait for you. I'll see you when you get out."

Your intentions are laid clear. Jake doesn't say no.

.

.

You don't visit again.

However, you give snippets of your life faithfully delivered by Jerry.

It starts as a few sentences, then develops into paragraphs, and finally into pages.

Snapshots of you. Your life, your thoughts. A little like how it used to be.

Jake hears your voice each time he reads your words. Thinks about your furrowed brows or dimpled smile that accompanies. He reads each letter over and over again, until they're dog-earred and turning brittle at the creases.

Even the ones full of anger and hurt.

He responds whenever he can. Treasuring the stationery rewarded for good behaviour, greedily hoarding it all to write back.

Over the weeks and months, the ice starts to thaw.

.

.

On the day Jake is released, the rest of the crew greet him with smiles and signage and "Good to have you back, Sir!"

You're also there. Standing next to Jerry and Big Deal, like you have always belonged.

"Welcome back, Sir," you tease, easily slipping back into old habits.

"You actually waited for me?"

"I said I would."

Of course you did. But Jake couldn't blame you if you changed your mind.

.

.

The conversation continues in his bedroom. Away from prying but well-meaning ears.

Jake has missed this. Being around his things, his crew, his street, you.

"I love you, you idiot. For better or worse."

The underlying tension still remains though you see no point in withholding the depth of your affection.

Jake takes a moment, running your words through his mind. He still needs to ensure you truly understand what being with him means.

"You know how dangerous getting mixed up with Big Deal is, right?" he attempts. You cut him off with a sharp look.

Seriously. If he starts this shit up again. Who does he take you for? Some innocent little girl?

"Fine, fine." Jake holds up both hands as a sign of surrender, before he finally says those words you have been dreaming of:

"I love you too."

(He wonders if he would ever regret this moment of weakness and selfishness, but he sees your smile and knows he could never regret making you happy.)

The tension breaks.

Jake slips easily back into his old habits too, snaking his arms around your waist and capturing your mouth in a kiss.

He has missed this - being yours, most of all.

When you break apart, Jake doesn't shy away from your gaze this time. He intends to keep his promise to you. You're his partner. His equal.

With him to the end.

#im so sorry if you could tell i fizzled out in the end #i just want jake to be happy #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #jake kim #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[cantwritebutdoit-lol]

Kaeya //Don't understand//

"I trusted you" "I still don't understand why you did" by @muses-of-the-mind - betrayal prompts

genre: fluff, hurt to comfort (kaeya x gn!reader)

words: 704

cw: blood, mentions of fainting and throwing up (not in datails)

!!! : I used a not-mine prompt to write the story, even though the story itself is completely mine; I changed the prompt in a present tense. English is not my first language, for eventual mistakes you can freely contact me and give me advices.

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The night was cold, the sky outside clear.

In your heart everything was confused, stormed.

Blood was running down on his hand, skin stretched, ripped, glass everywhere, mirror broke in pieces, scattered on the white floor, which began to be painted in scarlet drops.

His eye wes lost somewhere else, far from the room, his mind far gone, the other still covered; your look was firmly on him, like you wanted to make sure Kaeya wasn't going to move. Or wasn't going away, at least.

"Kaeya, I trust you."

"I still don't understand why you do that."

His voice was shaking, fear and anger weren't discernible from each other. He never meant to hurt anyone, not you. And he did not, at least not in the way he had thought.

Blood was running down on his hand and it didn't seem near to stop, while a single teardrop fell from your eyes.

And it hurted him more than every single piece of glass.

"Come on, you know I could never be afraid of you." You scolded him. Even then, with Kaeya's angry eye and shaking body in front of you, you couldn't be afraid, nor intimidated.

Kaeya was scared, no, he was terrified. He just wanted you to go away, never look at him again, nor talk to him, neither thinking of him.

He was disgusted by himself. His hands stained with blood, his body still full of rage, his head clouded, only desiring to scream. Scream.

"You're only hurting yourself."

His eye snapped to you, looking right at yours.

"Don't you dare lie to me," he hissed angrily, "You're crying."

Your heart skipped a beat. One hand started raising slowly, fearful of what you could have found.

Water, tears.

"I- I didn't mean to." A whisper from your lips.

"You should go." Cold words from him.

The cold outside seemed to fall on the room.

"I don't want to-" You wept. Head spinning. You couldn't believe that. You weren't afraid of him. You could have sworn that. No, it was impossible. Short, rapid breath. Mind clouded, spinning. No, it couldn't be.

A firm grip on your arms made you snap out of your own thoughts.

"Fuck, don't faint please." Kaeya's worried look on you, finding your eyes to make sure you were fine.

Shaken body held by a shaken body, who was keeping who from falling apart wasn't known.

Your hands were gripped on his shirt, trying to ground your mind. You could feel his heart beating, his breath on you, his warmth. He was there.

"I'm here." Kaeya breathed out "I'm right here, damn, focus on me."

His frightened voice and his presence were the only things you could focus on. Kaeya was there.

On the other hand he was sinking in your perfume, your skin, you. Again and again.

He didn't want to let you go.

Then he saw it. The blood from his hand ran down your arm, onto you.

Kaeya clenched his jaw, gosh, he was nearly throwing up. Blood on your perfect skin was the last thing he ever wanted to see.

"I'm sorry."

The words echoed in the room. Your voices mixed together.

A slight chuckle left your mouth, while slowly softened the grip on him.

"You shouldn't have said that." Kaeya noted firmly and you looked at him confused.

"You neither, if that so."

He tried to look away, but your hand gently posed on his face, making him stop, not running away.

"Don't hide. You have nothing to apologize for" You muttered "Even if, you're not allowed. We made a deal, right?"

A soft smile spread from your lips to your eyes, while cupping his face with both hands. His were now leaning on your hips.

He sighted. "I should've known better before making that deal, shouldn't I?"

A limpid laugh from you filled the room.

"You're an idiot Kaeya, come here." You beamed, swinging your arms across his shoulders.

Your head was right on his chest, he could smell your shampoo, your body pressed onto him. Your warmth, your breath, you. Again and again.

He didn't want to let you go.

"You're stupid to even think I'll ever leave you, trust me."

"I do".

#kaeya angst #kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #hurt/comfort #writing prompts #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #kaeya x gender neutral reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact comfort #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya alberich x reader