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bigfatbimbo · 1 month

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saw ur post ab the vees and i wasn't sure if u wanted nsfw rambles or sfw rambles so like... i'll send the sfw rambles in a separate ask 😭

anywaysss im thinking ab putting them all in their place.... maybe they're all arguing over you or being pissy to eachother in general so you punish them all- seperately ofc, u cant have them getting off in eachothers pleasure bc ik damn well they'd be into watching you fuck someone else especially another one of the vees

i am always willing to rant about the vees🙏🙏🙏

summary — The Vees being humbled by the reader in the form of loose, unprofessional headcanons and vague thoughts.

warnings — dom reader, sub… everyone else, very messy, not proofread, read at the risk of incoherence

a/n — I HATE THEM SO MUCH!! THEY’RE THE WORST!! Let’s as a society fuck them to tears.

So, unpopular opinion, I’ve see a few ideas of being the vees collective lay or ‘plaything’ fucktoy, and the idea is so much more fun with a dom reader.

And i’m saying that objectively too, like not just as a dom reader blog. Because these are three people who make up the worst aspects of society, and lowkey are basically just manipulation tactics personified. Propaganda the trio!

Looking at these cocky assholes, who are the embodiment of what is considered terrible people, and who all have unmatched mathematically impossibly high egos, would it just be so fun to fuck the pride out of them?

Especially, for example, let’s say you’re around a lot and you’ve become a trusted person a good fuck for the Vees. They all have terrible attention seeking tendencies, so it would be safe to assume they’d be all over you.

Vox would be trying to talk to you about whatever particular subject he thinks is most interesting (about himself) to capture your attention, while Velvette would be close to you as well, flicking her phone your direction to show you something she finds funny or hot, but mainly as a subtle power-play to get your attention off Vox and onto her.

Valentino would be much less subtle, of course, by nature. He’d be all up around you, touching you, running his hands along your shoulder blades as he walks past, and probably the type to ‘drop something’ and bend over to flash you his fishnets and panties.

Needless to say, they’re all pissing each other off immensely. Obviously, being short tempered people, this leads to an argument because Velvette was ‘talking to you first’ but Vox had ‘actually important things to say’ and according to Valentino ‘the two of you were boring them out of their minds’ and he had to ‘spice your day up.’

Unfortunately for the Vees, you don’t do your one ‘job.’ Your attention isn’t given to any one of them. Yet. You just simply sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone and flicking through channels. Maybe you even actually leave the tower and go eat out or something.

Of course, until later when you pick them off one by one. And no matter who you decide to fuck senseless first, they will be so obviously loud just to be petty because, after all, you did choose them first. Like they would be being obnoxiously vocal about how ‘full they are’ or how ‘you’re going so fast!’ or some other fake shit like that. It’s honestly a whole show. Now, I feel like fucking all of them at the same time is kind of inevitable, because they’re all deprived horny freaks on the lowkey. (Except for Val it’s very highkey.) But I think there would be little mannerisms that appear on one on one sessions that they would NEVER show during a foursome. For example, Vox’s certain… titles he uses. mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink. Because he would literally die before calling you mommy or daddy in front of Velvette or Val. It’s okay when it’s just you because it’d be easier to be vulnerable around someone he trusts to set his dominance fully aside for.

And like, yeah, the other Vees know he gets fucked just like the rest of them, but it’s simpler for him to keep his illusion of dominance and respect out side of the bedroom, if the more shamefully submissive aspects of himself stayed hidden.

Also, I think Valentinos would have an easier time actually giving into to subbing during one on one sessions. Like yes, he does sub when it’s with you all the time. That’s the point of the fic.

But he’s less of a power bottom, and his flirtatious, incredibly disgusting remarks subside much faster into whimpers and whining.

Because, although less professional than Vox, he does still have an image. And when it’s just you fucking him, his vile horny comments disappear into whines for your attention in no time. Well actually a lot of time, but the point is that they actually do. And similar to Valentinos, Velvette’s confidence when bottoming alone with you is increasingly less apparent. Yea, she’s still bossy and definitely a power bottom, but there’s more of a recognition that she isn’t in charge. Honestly, she’s such a princess I think she’d actually have a very hard time going into subspace, even when alone. Because degradation just pisses her off. Why aren’t you worshipping her like you should be? But then it’s, what the fuck, why aren’t you worshiping her like you should be?? It makes her brat out even harder, which she does show in front of the other Vees, until she’s actually just needy to be pleased and given pleasure, making her twice as whiny. That aspect she does not show in front of the vees. But let’s talk about group sex with the Vees. Probably only used as a severe punishment, or a surprisingly giving reward. I have a very particular scene for the severe punishment aspect, however. So they’ve all been bad, but let’s say, for the sake of specifics to set the scene, Val has been worse. It is still a punishment for Vox and Velvette, but punishing them all to the same extent when Val has misbehaved clearly more would be wrong, would it not? They’re all greedy, selfish assholes, so you’ve concocted the perfect form of torture for your useless brats; they don’t receive anything until they’re good. Especially Val. Velvette has a strap on, so she can’t even feel anything but minor friction when you slide your worked open ass onto the plastic dick and open your legs, exposing your empty pussy to none other than Vox. He eats you out reluctantly, while rutting into the mattress as fast as he could, all while you cockwarm (and sometimes roll your hips to press the strap against her pussy uncomfortably) Velvette. Oh, and where’s Valentino? Tied up in a chair in front of the bed, getting a perfect shot while being totally naked and hard. You have a gag in his mouth too, because otherwise he’d be complaining the whole time. Because that’s just not fair, is it? He does this all day for a living. Seriously, he watches people fuck all day. It was his turn to feel something! And you would only have punished him more if he’d done something about this at work today. (Yikes..) I mean, this sounds like complete and utter bullshit. A lose-lose situation! But, it actually is completely fair. And as you’re receiving all the pleasure, from Velvettes feelingless, fake dick, Vox’s tongue while he humps the bed pathetically, and Val’s whines in complaint, you know the punishment is working. You’ve bothered them behind belief, you’ve hit a spot you knew would leave a message. Because none of the attention is on our poor little trio at all. These naturally selfish, greedy people, have to finally give. And god, they’re becoming more desperate for your attention and praise by the second.

a/n — We all know I love sub Vox. But this opened by eyes to how much I love sub Velvette and Valentino. REQUEST THEM ALL MORE.

Also, Rose, I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU FOR A FIRE ASF PROMPT.

if this flops im throwing myself out of a window btw

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #inbox open #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #velvette x reader #vox smut #valentino smut #velvette smut #sub vox #sub velvette #sub valentino #vox x you #velvette x you #valentino x you #the vees x reader

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oh-stars · 2 months

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Boring

Love is wanting to tell someone every little detail of your day and wanting to hear about theirs.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1309 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

Steve isn’t exciting. He knows this, he’s always known this. It’s why he hides behind fake smiles and follows the same beat as the rest of his peers rather than finding his own path like Eddie. He follows the local teams because that’s what everyone else did; he listens to pop music because that’s what’s played at parties and the first thing he hears when he turns on the radio; he wears boring clothes because his mom buys it for him and he actually likes how they look on him.

It’s not something he put a lot of thought into until he started hanging out with Dustin and his friends, only growing when Robin came into his life and then it became this glaringly obvious problem when Eddie took an interest in him as a friend. Steve likes the mainstream, everyday boring shit that makes him blend into his peers, and fully fade to the background when he’s around his wonderfully eccentric new family.

And now that he and Eddie are more than friends, Steve feels even more inadequate.

His date ideas are cheesy and stereotypical. His ambitions in life start and stop at having a family in the future (which has changed since he was a kid – now he doesn’t equate having a family to a wife and 2.5 kids, but rather a cozy little life with his partner, maybe a few pets, and any nieces or nephews the party gives him. As long as he has Robin in his life and a partner, be it a wife or husband, who actually loves him, he’ll be content). Steve doesn’t have any passions he can turn into a career, and the few he did have, it’s far fetched or his body couldn’t keep up anymore even if he had the chance.

Then there’s Eddie who shines so brightly and takes up so much space with every ounce of his personality. He has so many hobbies that could become actual careers, too many choices for him to pick from that there have been plenty of nights where he’s stayed up and talked Steve in circles over his choices. He has such strong opinions about everything, could rant for days about the lint he found in the dryer if he needed to. Nancy always says he’d be a great Phillip-buster, whatever that is, because he can just keep going without losing steam.

He’s incredible and Steve is decidedly not.

It’s something he ponders on his way home, nodding along to the Springsteen song playing on the radio as he heads for the trailer. It’s been a great day, one of Steve’s better ones lately, and he’s itching to revel in its many wonders with Eddie when he gets home. Nothing exciting happened, just a lot of little, wonderful moments that feel perfect to Steve.

But they’re boring. He knows that.

When he was a kid, he used to hear his grandparents talk about the most mundane things. His grandmother would fill his grandpa in on all the gossip she gathered from their neighbor or the way the price of milk went up at Bradley Big Buy. She’d have serious conversations with him about whether they should switch grocery stores or if going to one of the farms directly for their produce was a better idea. And in turn, he’d complain about the squeaky wheel on the mail cart at work or would go into detail about how lovely the lunch she packed him was, complimenting the sandwich like it was made of gold.

They were the perfect couple in Steve’s eyes. He’s always wanted what they have. But his grandparents were so similar, they shared interests in ways that Steve and Eddie don’t. On paper, Steve and Eddie should clash and he knows opposites attract and all, but it doesn’t mean you want a life with them.

So he holds in his excitement about his day. He’s just happy to have Eddie to come home to at all, that he’s allowed to just walk into the trailer and be a part of Eddie’s life.

He parks next to Eddie’s van and pockets his keys.

Eddie’s waiting for him by the door, perched on the dining chair. “Thought you’d be coming home soon,” Eddie says with a grin as he pops up. He loops his arms around Steve’s neck and kisses him, so sweet and soft. Another addition to Steve’s perfect day.

Steve can’t keep the smile off his face. “I missed you,” he says, even though it’s probably too much, too sappy for Eddie.

Instead of wrinkling his nose and making a snide comment, Eddie’s arms tighten around him as he beams, eyes crinkling with how wide his smile is. “I missed you too.” Another kiss, this one a little longer and deeper before Eddie’s pulling away with a peck. “C’mon. I’ve been losing my mind being here all by myself,” he laments, hanging from Steve a little.

“Where are we going?” Steve asks as Eddie straightens up to drag Steve to the couch. He gets pushed onto one side as Eddie takes the other, sitting cross-legged and sideways so he can stare directly at Steve.

“Okay,” Eddie says seriously, “tell me everything.”

“What?”

Eddie nudges Steve’s knee. “About your day. I want the…” His brow furrows as he looks up at the ceiling, eyes glazing over as he thinks. “What’s the sports thing I’m thinking of? With the scripts?”

Steve cocks his head to the side. “A play?”

“Yes!” Eddie snaps his fingers and bounces a little. “I want the play-by-play.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks, quiet despite the way his heart is picking up. “It was just a day at Family Video. It’s not like I’m a doctor or something more exciting.”

Eddie leans forward and cups his hands over Steve’s face. “Everything you do is exciting to me, baby. I like seeing the world through your eyes. So yes, tell me everything,” he says, leaning forward with each word as he squishes Steve’s cheeks. He ends it with another peck, then two more like he can’t help himself.

Steve laughs, but twists his body to mirror Eddie’s. “It’s been a great day,” he admits, eyes drawn to the loose thread on Eddie’s cushion. “Robin brought me coffee from that new shop on Main and her dad dropped off donuts for us on his way to work. Then Mrs. Peterson came in and she wasn’t a demonic she-beast from the underworld and was actually lovely for once,” Steve says.

“Mrs. Peterson?” Eddie gasps. “The same woman who yelled at me for almost two hours for biking through her yard as a kid?”

“The very one,” Steve says. “I think Rob and I were both too stunned to speak for a good thirty minutes after.”

Eddie shakes his head, eyes bright with genuine interest – almost like he’s mystified. “See, this is the shit I wouldn’t believe if it came from anyone else but you.”

“What’s that mean?” Steve asks, softer but not harsh like he thought it would sound. Not that he wants to – he just knows how he comes off sometimes.

“You,” Eddie says, poking Steve’s chest, “are special. You always bring the best out of people, man. Including grouchy old ladies who sold their souls to the devil for fresh gardenias in their flowerbeds.”

Steve laughs and tilts forward so he’s practically in Eddie’s lap. They shift quietly so Steve’s laying on Eddie fully, arms wrapped around his middle. “You make it sound like I’ve got something exciting to say. It’s just boring shit.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You, Steve Harrington, are so far from boring,” Eddie whispers against his ear.

And deep down, Steve thinks he may actually believe him.

Steve lifts his head to kiss Eddie’s cheek. “Your turn. Tell me something about your day.”

Thank you @lady-lostmind for betaing!

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mhsdatgo · 1 month

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Do you think the show is biased against the Greens vs. Team Black? If so, how should the show have demonstrated that both teams are awful, in your opinion?

Hello anon!

I've got a lot to say on this one.

First of all, yes. I totally think that the show had some obvious kind of bias towards the Blacks. Not necessarily with the way the Greens were treated as devils with no likeable qualities except for Alicent (even if there are several instances of them doing so) but more because of the way the Blacks were whitewashed.

Rhaenyra.

Look, you'll never catch me not expressing my contempt for this woman, no matter the fact she was brought up by a man who did nothing but spoil, enable and indulge her in everything and anything she says and does. I can see the path they're taking in the show by adapting her as an irresponsible woman who flees at the minimal inconvenience and cowers to her dad at any minor inconvenience, but literally everything that makes her Rhaenyra Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, is removed.

She just looks like the next girlboss Targ Dragonrider queen after Daenerys. They basically made GOT season 8 and sent show!Rhaenyra as an apology. But in doing so they basically made her... Boring. Her and her children, which I don't love or hate. (The closest one I am to "liking" is Jace, I guess, but the leaks are just making me rethink everything again.)

I would've loved it if they had given us ONE pre-Dance book!Rhaenyra scene that would've made her appear more ruthless than what we have on the show, and not just the time when she offered 10 year old Aemond to be tortured. Make her ask Daemon to go after Vaemond (sorry pookie) like she did in the books, make her feed his corpse to her dragon. Sure that wouldn't have made me change my mind about how much I dislike her bUt it WOULD'VE made me go "damn she stands on business."

I wanted her to act out of grief and insist on going to war when she miscarried Visenya and lost her father, because although I don't think that the Greens did kill that poor little girl (she had dragon features and was likely going to die anyway) I do think that Rhaenyra should've been allowed her pain and the irrational and impulsive thinking that comes with it.

Alicent.

OH BOY.

Where do I even begin with this one?

Olivia Cooke SLAYED. Lemme just start with that. She took the whole cake and ate it too and left no crumbs. The direction they've taken with her is a realistic one, at least for the actions and decisions she's taking. Reckless, for sure. Risky, deathly even. Her fear is realistic, even for someone as Alicent Hightower no matter how much determination had protected her from dread.

What I don't like is the way she was treated as everyone's object and her shutting up about it. From Rhaenyra to Larys, everyone uses her for their own disgusting pleasures or outlet of frustration. And she's made to take it without fighting back even once. The one time she does, bless her, she's treated as a woman who's gone mad.

Now, I would've been fine with her taking all these hits if only they knew how to make Alicent change properly and completely from there. If it was me, the incident at Driftmark would be my start to revenge. No longer would I look at Rhaenyra with hope to reconcile with her. No longer would I bear any more of Viserys' shit when it's clear his first daughter (the image of his first wife) bears way more importance to him than me and all the four kids he forced me to have combined.

They'd have to nightly talk me out of suffocating him with my pillow a minute more for every wince and ache my now eyeless son suffers, for a month straight if not more. I wouldn't eagerly stand by his side and listen to his last words only to mistake them for permission to go along with my plans. I'd stand there passively at best, waiting for him to be done, before leaving the room.

Everything else can just be left the same way it was. Her fear when she realizes the effect Viserys' death has on her and her children is realistic. I'd break down for a moment too. I'd act as soon as I could too. I'd cry tears of relief, dread, grief (depends on how you interpret that scene) too. After letting his stinky ass rot for a fortnight. I would've preferred this to be a "there was a plan, but we weren't ready to act it out" situation more than a "what the fuck is going on" situation.

I'd also slap that "you toil in service of other men" dialogue from Rhaenys right back in her face (sorry grandma) since if we're talking about the show, it's literally the only thing she has done throughout the season.

House Velaryon.

HEAVY on this one. They have been done so wrong on so many levels. Every single one of them.

Laena was made to "pursue" Daemon, she changes from a precious, small and shy little girl to a confident, seductive young woman (teenager for fuck's sake, screw everyone who thought making her change this way would've been good) and later on a side piece, "the one Daemon settles for because he can't have Rhaenyra" even if it was known that she was the only one he was never unfaithful to, "she's made her peace" (WTF???????).

It apparently never hits Corlys that the bitch who he believes has made him childless (I AM TALKING ABOUT DAEMON) deserves no support from him and his house or that Luke should actually become a ward there at Driftmark if he's so adamant on keeping this farce that he's a Velaryon and the next Lord of the Tides.

Vaemond is seen as the odd, evil and power hungry one for pointing out that his house is falling into an OBVIOUS bastard's hands whether this kid likes it or not (even as my support for this claim goes as far as questioning Luke's parentage) and to add insult to injury he's made to say Rhaenyra is a whore, which never happened in the books.

The Silent Five are removed completely, Vaemond's sons as well (@redrosesandcharmingsouls knows I was FROTHING at the mouth waiting for Daemion Velaryon to make an appearance but the motherfuckers couldn't even give me that) so that we don't have any kind of reason to believe an execution so brutal and unjust had any repercussions on the support House Velaryon has on the Blacks overall. They are made into Rhaenyra's cheering squad through and thorough, even if they have every reason to be anything but.

The Laenor situation is actually really fucking funny. They made him leave instead of killing him to not bury the gays and they aren't aware that this has totally fucked everything up. Like thanks for telling me ALL of Rhaenyra's children are bastards. Cool, HOW THE FUCK TO YOU HANDLE SEASMOKE NOW?

Aegon II.

No this isn't an apologist post. I'm actually slithering on the ground on my knees for TGC daily but Aegon is a clusterfuck right now, no matter how you look at it. They tell us he's a psycho drunken rapist and he likes to watch children fighting every Sunday and when you actually see his adult version he's a crying love starved bitch of a man and he winces and frowns when Vaemond's head is cut off.

Instead of taking the throne to protect his children, he takes it because he's forced. And that makes Alicent the villain in everything once again. Now it doesn't matter if you look at the book version or what we see of the show version, everywhere you look this is just out of character.

It's inconsistent. He's made the worst thing ever so people can say "See??? They believe a rapist is better to put to the throne than our girlboss virtuous heir!!!" you either make him a psycho or a touch starved baby, why make both?

So yeah, I think this is all. For now. We'll have to see how this show progresses to see if I change my mind in any way.

Thanks for the ask!!!! ^_^

#hotd #house of the dragon #team green #anti hotd #pro team green #anti team black #anon #anon ask

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spiderlandry · 9 months

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Can you do a Chad Drabble with the enemies to lovers/ close proximity trope?

can do, anon! i love the close proximity trope, but i’m not too experienced with enemies to lovers but i hope you like it anyway!

100 follower event

warnings/tags: mention of a bad experience(? vaguely), mentions of alcohol consumption, parties

bad idea — chad meeks-martin

Chad doesn’t know what he did to make you hate him.

Prior to meeting you, he’d seen you around before. It’s difficult to miss you even on the large campus—you were attractive. And when he found out that you were friends with Mindy and Anika, he was overjoyed to have a close connection to you because it meant that he could get to know you.

He noticed that you were slowly becoming part of the friend group, getting to know the Carpenter sisters and Quinn, and in turn his roommate, Ethan. And so he waited for you to approach him first.

But you never did. Ever. He began to notice how you avoided him when he greeted you, responding with a curt ‘hi,’ but without your smile. Not that he thought you owed him, of course—he just had no idea why.

And he asked Mindy.

She responded: “Oh, yeah. They don’t like anyone from the football team. Thinks they’re assholes.” With a laugh, refusing to elaborate on that bombshell his sister just dropped.

Chad’s logic? If you think he’s an asshole, he may as well just be one. So that’s how he began to act around you.

It’s been over a year since he first met you. He teases you when he can, provoking you at any moment possible. He hasn’t seen you around in a few weeks.

(He’ll never admit that it makes him sad.)

Tonight’s frat party is up and running—just a little bit of fun before finals start. Everyone takes their mind off things.

So how exactly does he find himself in the basement, locked inside? He doesn’t know.

“Hey!” He bangs on the door incessantly, trying to catch anyone’s attention from the other side. He can hear snickering and the music, and that tells him that he won’t be let out any time soon. Justin must have done this, he thinks, berating his friend. As payback for eating his food yesterday. “This is fucking stupid.” He mutters under his breath.

He descends down the stairs, shoulders slumped, throwing the empty red solo cup on the ground.

But his eyes catch on a familiar figure standing against a wall, seemingly surprised at his presence. You.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t expect an answer, frankly because he believes any conversation he’s had with you has been less than ten words.

“It’s a shit party.” You shrug.

He scoffs, “So why’d you come?”

“Bored.” Your lips purse into a thin smile.

“Is this why they locked me in here? Because you’re here?”

You laugh, and he tries to push down the way his heart leaps at the sound. “I don’t even think they know I’m in here. Why would they do that, anyway? Am I that bad to be around?”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate me.”

Your eyes narrow, “I don’t.”

His brows shoot up. “Really? Okay, then.” He walks closer, stopping a foot away. “Why do you never stay when I’m around?”

He tries to ignore how your eyes wander to his arms. The sound of his throat clearing is apparently enough for you to stop practically gawking at him. Did you like his muscles? He can't help but be plagued by the thought.

"Alright, fine." You sigh, admitting defeat. "I try to stay away from guys like you."

He's baffled. So you really do just hate frat guys? Based off a generalization? He bites his tongue when he wants to add that Ethan is in a frat too. The same frat as Chad! And you still have no problem with Ethan! Do you hate jocks? Is that it?

You seem to notice his inner turmoil, though you don't understand the stress over one person's opinion of him. But to him, it's your opinion that he cares about.

"What do you mean by guys like me?" He shrugs, trying to brush off the fact that he almost spiraled in his head.

"Football team."

Ah, so Mindy was right.

"Why?" He tries not to sound desperate, but you don't even realize anyway, as something reminiscent of a shadow passes over your face.

"It was just a bad experience. And all the guys on there defended him. I can't get into it."

Oh.

And now he feels like the asshole.

He's familiar with the guys' antics, he really is. He knows how they speak about others without regard. The stories he's heard always make him leave, seeking better company.

"But..." You visibly slump. "I know you're Mindy's brother. And I know she tells me you're not like those guys. But I'm cautious, okay?"

He nods, wanting you to continue.

"I only really hated you during the first few weeks. After that, I just kind of...I don't know, felt bad that I treated you like that, you know?"

He doesn't know why he feels so elated, but he does. He extends his hand as a peace offering.

"Wanna do a truce?" He asks, a curious lilt to his voice. "You can get to know me and form your own verdict. Then you can decide if you like me. Sound fair?"

You smile. You smile, and it's genuine. To him, nothing beats that.

Well, nothing except what comes next.

You shake his hand, closing the distance between you and him. The hitch in his breath is noticeable but you don't say anything.

"I think I already like you," You admit. Truthfully, when you saw Chad, you felt the warmth radiating off of him. He was protective of those he loved. Even when he began to provoke you for no reason, you loved it.

Your lips are so, so close.

But you practically jump away from him at the sound of the door opening, accompanied with a male's voice and the music of the party, shouting for Chad to do shots.

He's wide eyed, wanting to continue what was about to happen, but you shrug and walk away. But you still leave him with a, 'Let's continue this later.'

#scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream x reader #scream #chad meeks martin #chad meeks-martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks fluff #chad meeks martin x reader

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nyikondlovu · 10 months

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Chefs Kiss (Sydcarmy) fans stay with me, Chefs!

I’m not taking anything Ayo, Jeremy and Christopher say against sydcarmy, aka Chefs Kiss, seriously.

They purposefully kept Carmen and Sydney as separate as possible this season, which is a big mistake in my opinion.

The show is about the characters and their relationships with each other. Food is a part of it, but it’s mostly the relationship each character has with one another that makes the show.

The writers trying to dispel the rumours by keeping what I would call our male and female leads apart is nuts because Jeremy and Ayo play so well off of each other but by separating them Jeremy gave his weakest acting (which is still very good) during Carmy/Claire scenes?

They keep saying The Bear doesn’t need romance then give Carmen a whole relationship that was so boring to watch for like 7 episodes and felt like watching paint dry because Claire isn’t engaging.

I’m expected to care about her, what she supposedly means to Carmen and hear about how great she is but don’t get to see it? She’s an ER resident for gods sake and she’s running around town giggling every 5 minutes without a semblance of the hard work and exhaustion that comes with being a doctor.

And for the reason stated above, I believe she’s a manic pixie dream girl. She’s there to change Carmen’s view on life, be different and quirky and the one who got away when in reality Carmy forgot who she was and had to be reminded which took him a whole 5 seconds to remember the supposed love of his life, purposefully gives her the wrong number and she says “You’re the Bear, of course I remember.”

No one was gonna take her seriously as the person to keep up with Carmy and help keep him sane.

Meanwhile Sydney does. She anchors him, she keeps up with him and she calls him out on his shit. Sydney isn’t perfect. She’s terrible at stating what she needs at that moment, she slightly short tempered and she is passive aggressive.

She also is working on her impatience and passive aggression. She eventually tells Carmy she needs his attention as her partner. She speaks up for herself to her dad and she’s not letting her ambition be treated like a bad thing anymore.

Carmen and Sydney would make sense because they are flawed. Carmy stops going to group therapy as soon as he starts dating Claire because she’s ‘fixed’ him and they don’t work because of that.

Sydney has ‘levelled up’ in her professional life, she’s more assertive and willing to listen and has just grown as a person and that type of continuous strive for self growth is what Carmen needs to see in order to do the same HIMSELF.

Sydney isn’t there to fix Carmy, she’s someone who he can grow alongside.

Claire was used as a kids bandaid to a gaping wound; the wound being Michael. Claire represents a life where Mikey was alive and Carm’s fucked up family was as whole and happy as it’s gonna be. She represents the past and everyone PUSHED him to want to date her in the past.

There is too much between our two chefs for simply business partners:

S1 shows Carmen scrubbing the floor of the restaurant when in turmoil while Sydney does the same in S2;

She’s spliced into the montage of Carmy and Claire as though she’s a silent part of their relationship;

She has the three dagger heart tattoo which typically represents romantic heartbreak and turbulence;

Carmen remembers her interest in his whites from three months prior even though she didn’t say anything and gets her her own custom whites;

The imagery from their conversation under the table? Him asking her to screw the other side and “say more, please” as he holds up the table (and Sydney) while she finally shares her fears;

“You’re not alone.” “Neither are you.”;

The memories of Sydney being what calms him from his panic attack;

During said panic attack, the song that was Claire and Carmen’s plays in reverse and any flashes of her are accompanied by memories of his dysfunctional family while the moment he thinks of Sydney? The song starts playing correctly. He calms and flashes of his family (and Claire) disappear;

Them constantly cooling an argument with the ‘I’m sorry’ gesture;

Him constantly being in tune with her emotions and body language.

Sydney represents a new beginning. The chance to build a healthy family with the staff of The Bear, Sydney, Natalie and Richie. She represents a future. She represents good change.

I’m fully convinced Ayo and Jeremy are just doing what all actors do with a ship that’s not yet canon: downplaying or dismissing it.

C’mon if you’ve been in The High School Musical The Musical The Series fandom and shipped Rina from the beginning, you know how it feels to be persecuted and gaslit by other fans and the actors for seasons.

TL:DR, Chefs Kiss is literally a super slow burn and no one of the team will confirm it until it actually happens.

Also, never let your girlfriend (Claire) stop you (Carmen) from opening a restaurant with the love of your life (Sydney)

And if you think they should “stay platonic”, ask yourself WHY every swirl ship with a white male lead and black female is hated by fandoms and the argument is “they’re best friends” or “they’re like siblings”. WHY can’t black women be desired? Because you can’t self insert? Check yourself before claiming a character who was so underwhelming I skipped so many scenes is a better match than the character who has seen him at his worst and told him he cannot and will not talk to her like that. The first person he thought to open a restaurant, that means so much to him, with

#sydney x carmy #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear #claire the bear #the bear s2 #the bear fx #the bear hulu #chefs kiss #I’ve seen this film before #I never lose with my ships #trust me #y’all platonic bitches so transparent you might as well be a window #the category is: hating when black women are in the spotlight #fandom racism #different fandom same shit

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munamania · 3 months

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ok um i am going to vent on something as someone with an outside perspective and people are going to be normal about that right. okay lol. im sick of hearing about taylor swift <3 as compared to a few years ago even she is like... suffocating. and i feel like we never advance this conversation because on one hand we have people who swing into full misogyny when talking about her, and on the other we have people who won't admit that she blatantly uses feminism to deflect from her problematic behaviors, or at least they won't like, do anything about it, and in this way she sort of ends up misleading a lot of young girls into like. girlboss liberal white feminism. im not saying shes a supervillain for it but you can't deny the ramifications of what she does and doesn't speak up about, just given the absolutely massive platform she has. she is the biggest pop star in the world

for the record, i don't expect taylor to be like. a normal person. she was very famous from a very young age and people aren't normal about teen/adolescent stars, especially when they're girls and women. she had her personal drama aired out in front of the world, had so much misogynistic dialogue surrounding her, from demeaning her success to interrogating her dating life (and never holding the pedos who preyed on her at a young age to any sort of standard!) and for many years people weren't very critical of that. it was normalized to be trashing this young girl's name and saying vile shit about her to like the entire nation and i dont blame her for being like, a little off after that. and yeah i also don’t think we should look to celebrities as our end all be all of activism and opinions on sociopolitical issues

but we've gone full swing into like. she is so famous and so big that her actions can be harmful and she does these things anyway because she doesn't expect her fanbase to hold her accountable, lest they be acting like the very sexists who tried to ruin her career. at least i imagine that's what the thought process is like, at least at some level, but at this point it's just like. this woman makes so much money. so much money it's ridiculous. idk how y'all fathomed paying so much for concert tickets but like i'll give props that they at least seemed to have some insane production/theatrics... so like alright. there's that.

but she is reselling the same songs. sometimes that don't sound that good. and making more money off that. yes yes to 'officially own them' and whatever. and releasing vault tracks and other versions of albums with different songs on them. but never all the same bc u need to collect them all. and the thing is some of them are like kinda bad. but you listen to them anyway because we live in a time of overconsumption/consumerism in late capitalism and it's like trendy and fun to be able to tell what song of hers is playing in the first millisecond. sorry or just your personal attachment to her. and don't say it's embarrassing to be a taylor swift fan these days she's like. so huge. and some of you equate embarrassment with having to hear criticism toward her. which might not be as common if swifties idk stepped it up and actually expected something from her?

which i guess is getting me to my main point here. can you imagine like. what would happen if taylor swift actually said anything about palestine? or anything of value in the world right now? no one's asking her to be a fucking scholar on it but genuinely sorry there’s like a genocide. several. the most documented real time genocide of our time i don’t care if it makes you upset that people expect something from her. she is time's person of the year. she has everyone from young girls to lesbians to gay men to bored football wives to dads to well fucking etc you get the point tuned in. she has dabbled in so many different spaces done so many collaborations aligned herself with so many entities who can keep up? if she, as massive as she is right now, posted something as simple as 'free palestine' or called for a ceasefire, can you imagine what would happen? i can’t help but think about it when day in and day out my feed is filled with screaming people being pulled from rubble or having their limbs amputated.

but she won't, because, quite frankly, what does she have to gain from it? she’s teaming up with the nfl right now to make some more money, she's gotta have at least like 4 new albums recorded in the last two years and at least um what three more that you're expecting? and she doesn't even have to like? write new music really? (edit: oh boy!) why the fuck would she be doing anything with her time other than poisoning the planet with jet fuel to visit her pr boyfriend?

taylor swift is never gonna be punk or what the hell ever beyond like a white liberal-at-best moderate woman. but if any of you could talk to each other and talk about, like, organizing in ways that it would be impossible for her to continue to ignore these situations, and just keep playing her tour FILM (how could i forget) in israel and etc, like if you could flood her socials or do a mass movement (and it would be massive given the sheer amount of peoples' top artists she's in) of not listening/buying/interacting with her stuff, until her agents and whatever had to make some sort of statement? like that's the only chance we've got with her

i'm not saying don’t be her fan, or listen to her music, or have an attachment, etc, but she's been around enough vile, anti-feminist, racist things this past year that y'all DO need to hold her accountable. like way more than you do. or it's going to be like really difficult to. tolerate it. haha. like you SHOULD be vocally and loudly disapproving of her actions when it causes a lot of damage overall. speaking up about her insane climate irresponsibility when we're having the hottest years on record is not the same as the people who felt the need to like pick apart her dating life on the news. but can we talk about how she's officially like. circled back and now is purposefully making news about her dating life? for her personal gain and that of the fucking nfl? lol. in a way it is funny for her to ‘take that power back’ in a way, of her image, and i think that’s how some people might view it, but like on the other hand she obviously is gaining a lot from this. you know. a lot of actual money. she is going to profit off this image of her being misunderstood etc for as long as u guys allow it and well i just think that has run its course. yk

continuing into 2024 (edit: and now with the release of a new album!) i don't want to see swifties automatically exonerating themselves from difficult conversations because like they feel like their fave has faced enough unwarranted criticism. or bc other people should also be criticized. much of it is warranted! and you guys need to grow up and be able to talk about it and stop painting taylor swift's face as like the Pinnacle of feminism. she doesn't and shouldn't have to be, and she isn't, and she should in fact be held accountable when she does really fucking shitty things on account of they're shitty! i don't care that she's a woman! it's like that meme of oh yay a woman democrat sent these missiles. oh yay a woman is massively damaging the planet and proudly dated a violent misogynistic racist, and faced minimum criticism for these things over and over because your only comeback is ‘well what about’ if a man did the same thing, etc, you refuse to just look at the situation we do have. yes we should. we should do that we should hold men accountable but you can also like not accept awful fucking behavior from your faves when you have a chance. do you think that’s helping feminism genuinely. use your voice use your power (your money) to like. do something for once. i cannot keep living in the taylor swift echo chamber.

and for the record. i like enjoyed taylor like back when i was a young girl and she had a few songs on the radio, and i honestly even had a moment where i used guys' opinions on her as a first step to navigate who i felt safe around in a very hypermasculine sexist college space. because yes. some people do need feminism 101 and some people's genuinely misogynistic rage will be demonstrated in their hatred of taylor and her success. but at some point we gotta move on from that. if some people will look at the most powerful woman in the world, who has enough money to stay away from them and an extremely massive loyal fanbase watching and supporting her every move - if some men take out their hatred on her, a powerful white woman, how do you think they view and treat women who are not white, thin, "conventionally"/eurocentrically attractive, or accessible to cis/het audiences?

anyway i hope that i can bring a conversation to the swiftieverse cause i honestly believe u guys could have comparable impact to like. bts stans. maybe. if you put your minds together for a good cause. and we don’t have to do the oppression olympics or whataboutisms or WHATEVER for forever. can we please move the conversation forward does anyone else feel insane with like where we’re at

on that note, i really do think now is the perfect moment for you to disrupt shit with your voices and demand better from her. it might not save the world, but it could make a huge difference in changing peoples' minds

okay um. thanks 👍

tldr i can’t do another year of swiftie discourse i just can’t please if there is a god out there help us

#abby talks #well here’s a draft that i guess is relevant #taylor swift #swifties #swiftie #midnights #1989 #folklore #evermore #taylor’s version #travis kelce #long post #ok swiftie mutuals u better have my back here 😇👍

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The Worst Date

Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader.

Summary: You and Bob have very different opinions of the date you went on.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2252.

Authors note: I’m not super happy with this but here it is some little bit of writing because I was bored and I am gearing up to write an angsty piece so here’s something silly to begin with.

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“How did it go?” Bob had barely stepped foot into the lecture venue before Nat was bombarding him with questions.

Every eye in the room was now turned on him, desperately wanting to know how it had gone themselves.

‘Too many people know my business’ Bob couldn't help but think, but at the same time, eternally grateful because if it wasn’t for the whole team, he would have never had the guts to ask you out, and subsequently had the best date he could have ever hoped for.

Before he could even answer, his smile was betraying him and his entire team was cheering, “You asked her?” Fanboy excitedly asked.

“Even better,” Bob felt a little smug as he took a seat next to his pilot, “we actually went out on the date.”

“Already?” Hangman voiced the shock the entire group had simultaneously felt. A date? Already? They had just convinced the backseater to ask his best friend out on friday evening and he had already gone on the date by monday morning?

“Already,” Bob nodded along, expressing that he was equally as surprised as everyone else, “and honestly,” he couldn’t help the blush that was spreading over his face, “it was the best date I had ever been on.”

“Tell us everything Bobby Boy.” Payback knew that it wasn’t often Bob got the win, not for lack of trying either, but, the kindest member of this team always somehow seemed to be on the backfoot and honestly, he deserved to know how great he was, and he deserved this win, and despite a lot of the shit Bob got from the team, Payback knew each and everyone of them agreed.

“Yeah, uhm, we went to that cute place down from the hard deck.” Bob began recounting the date before he was interrupted again by Hangman.

“No Big Bob, from the beginning, we wanna hear how you asked her out and everything.” He would never admit that he was excited for Bob, but Hangman was, Bob deserved love, was one of the best out of all them and every second of this moment was making Hangman feel better and better about forcing himself into the situation after hearing him and Nat quietly discussing the longstanding crush Bob had on his best friend.

After a beat, after Bob had come to the conclusion that his team, his friends, genuinely wanted to know how it all went, he began his story again.

“Okay, so I took Hangman's advice and took a shot of whiskey on saturday night and gave her a call,” no one missed the smug look on Hangman's face, “and she answered and I panicked and before I even said hello I kind of just asked if she wanted to get something to eat with me.” That earned a chuckle from everyone, clearly being able to picture Bob blurting out the question with no skill or charm whatsoever.

“She literally said yes immediately and asked if I was close by and so I just said yes and quickly got ready and went to pick her up.” Bob just shrugged despite the confused looks on everyone's faces.

“So you just picked her up then and there?” Nat was confused, ready for a date that quickly? Something didn’t feel right.

“Yeah, and god, she looked beautiful.” Bob could feel himself swooning as he remembered how stunning he thought you looked as you swung the door open to greet him. “And then we went and had a perfect evening and laughed and had good food and took a walk on the beach and it was just,”

“You guys kiss?” Bob’s blush only got deeper and he just shook his head in response to Hangman’s question, “Okay, that's fine, there's always next time.” Hangman knew with you it was the slow game, similar to Bob, you were someone who took their time, not someone to fall for a good old pickup line and a little bit of cockiness, he knew all too well that you wouldn’t even bat an eye at something like that, he’d tried, and you’d shot him down not even a split second later and made your way over to Bob.

Before anyone could take the conversation any further, you casually strolled in, throwing a round of greetings to your fellow aviators and a small shy wave to Bob before taking the empty seat next to Hangman. You were completely oblivious to all the looks being shared between your team and it was only a matter of time before the inevitable,

“So how was your weekend?” Nat asked, followed by a grunt from Bob kicking her under the table. No one wanted to outright ask how the date with Bob had gone because technically, none of them should even know, so this was the next best thing.

The frown and pouted lips surprised them all, but nothing prepared them for how you summed your weekend up.

“Honestly, it was okay, I went on possibly the worst date I have ever been on, so there's that.” Bob was going to throw up. You’d hated the date? He had the best date of his life and you’d hated the date? And you’d said it so casually in front of him.

The entire room was filled with silence, and Bob wanted nothing more than to just escape. Quit the navy. Disappear. He could do that. He knew enough people back home that could make sure that could happen. Perks of growing up in Rural North America.

The room was silent, Bob was bright red and everyone was avoiding eye contact with both of you.

Except for of course Hangman, who had taken this as a personal affront.

“What was wrong with the date?” He was looking you square in the eyes and was ready to fight on behalf of Bob if he was just going to sit there and let you be cruel in front of everyone.

“Ugh, it was just, he was awful. Like, didn’t put any effort in to how he looked, didn’t know what to do, made me choose, like, I want a man who makes a choice you know? I don’t want to have to do everything for him.” Bob dropped his head, ready to cry from the shame. You hated the date.

“Well, what the hell did you expect him to do? All things considering I think he did alright? What exactly were you expecting? For him to roll out the red carpet when you’d given him next to nothing to work with?” Hangman was pissed, you’d given Bob absolutely no time for anything and then had the audacity to rip him to shreds in front of everyone? No on his watch.

“This your usual play then Hangman, considering how touched you’re getting about it?” you nudged his shoulder, completely missing the scowl sent your way, not only from him, but from everyone in the room except Bob.

“Pilots, let begin” Mav had unknowingly saved you as he strolled in and you continued your day none the wiser, glad to begin the new week on such a high note.

Unlike Bob, who had just started the worst day he could imagine.

He had to apologize to you. He had wanted to dress up, but you’d given him so little time. No, he couldn’t use that as an excuse. He should have put more effort in. And he should have just told you where he was going to take you, but he was fully intending on doing this right, a reservation at the first restaurant he went to when he moved to TopGun , the food had reminded him so much of home and flowers, he was going to get you flowers too but you’d asked him to get you then and there and there had barely even been enough time for a shower and he had been wracking his brain over where he could take you on such short notice and so he didn’t mean to ask where you wanted to go but, he definitley gave you the option of two places and, fuck, he tried. He tried and you hated it and now he probably lost his best friend along with the woman he loved.

He needed to apologize. Try and salvage what he could.

For once, could Mav not talk this goddamn long.

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As soon as class had ended, Hangman was up and out of his seat, stalking over towards Bob to give him the well deserved pep talk. Bob had barely even had the opportunity to stand up himself before both Nat and Hangman were both giving their own variations of “Fuck her, you deserve someone who is going to appreciate you.”

Before long, you yourself were walking over to the group of three, wanting to finally have a moment to great your best friend.

Before you even had a moment though, Bob was blurting out an apology.

“I’m sorry you hated the date.”

“There’s nothing you need to apologize for Bob.” Hangman was authoritative, reminding Bob that it was your loss, not his. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Exactly,” you were completely missing the tension in the room, Bob would have almost found it sweet if he wasn’t on the receiving end of heartbreak, “If it weren’t for you saving my night, I think my weekend really would have sucked.”

“I thought you said your date sucked?” Nat was questioning you and Bob wanted to disappear.

“It did, that’s why when Bob called after it, asking if I wanted to grab something to eat, it made my night?” Bob's eyes were now wide, suddenly everything was making sense, why you were all dolled up, why you had done everything to not talk about your day, telling him you just wanted to forget it, not really leaning into his flirting.

Oh, this got so much worse than we was expecting.

“So you went on a date literally right before you went on a date with Bob?” Jake knew he was smart, I mean, you don’t become one of the best of the best naval aviators without being at ;east a little intelligent, but he was well and truly lost.

“I didn’t go on a date with Bob?” You couldn’t help but blush, the idea of being taken out by your long standing crush something you had resigned to only entertaining in your dreams.

“But Bob said,” Now both Nat and Hangman were both looking directly at Bob, waiting for an explanation.

“How exactly did you ask her out on the date Bob?” Hangman was suddenly catching up, slowly but surely.

“I asked her if she wanted to go and get something to eat?” Bob was avoiding all eye contact with you while he recounted all that had happened on Saturday night, assuming he had done all he could right, but apparently he was mistaken if the groans from both Nat and Hangman were anything to go by.

“No Bobby, that is not how you ask a lady out on a date!” Nat was in Bob's face now, trying to explain where he had gone wrong. The bewildered look in his eyes clearly stated he had no idea what he had done wrong still.

“I told you, you need to ask her to go on a date with you, not grab food or hangout, out. On. a date. if she’s your friend, she is going to misunderstand, exactly like she has here.” Hangman was back to trying to coach Bob. He’d been here and he had learnt the hard way, you have to be explicit, you have to be clear, you want a date, not to hangout, or else when you go for the kiss at the end of the night, things get real awkward real quick.

“You asked me on a date?” Your voice was quiet and shy as you broke through all of Nat and Hangmans teaching, watching Bob intently as all he could do was nod, still not fully meeting your eyes. “God Bobby, if I had known it was a date, it would have been the best date I think I have ever gone on.”

Bob’s head was snapping up now, unable to stop the grin that he was now sporting, “You mean it?” He couldn’t help as his midwestern accent slipped through in his excitement.

“I’m pretty sure all that would have made it better is if you kissed me afterwards.” Now you both were blushing, both feeling more and more shy as the two confident pilots stood watching you both stumble your way through this awkward situation.

“Bob, ask her out again,” Hangman loudly whispered.

“And do it properly.” Nat said just a little more loudly, her tone as if she was a parent reprimanding a child.

You watched grinning as Bob just stood there nodding as he asked, “Would you please go out on a date with me?”

And he couldn’t help his grin grow wider and wider as you gave him a confident yes in response. “Only if you promise to kiss me after you drop me at home Bobby.”

Before you could say any more Hangman had his arm around Bob's shoulder, discussing what he should do for the date as he dragged him away, seemingly feeling like Bob clearly had more to be taught, especially if his final question of “Bob, do you even know how to kiss” and Bobs stammer of a response was anything to go by.

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tepkunset · 10 months

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Rating all* the Hellfire Gala 2023 Outfits in my Correct Opinion

*At least, all that I can find, because Marvel decided fuck making that easy in a little book or a single post like last year.

(Long post alert!)

Iceman, I love most of this look. The accented orange is perfect for the mostly blue look, and I love that he has a matching earring for his cuff-links. Such a nice touch! But those rubber boots, man... those rubber boots ruin it for me. 8/10

Fisk is giving off some Doctor Doom vibes with this outfit. I love the regalness of it, especially the golden leaves behind the ear. 9/10

??? I'm not sure who this is, but their outfit looks like they're going to a Halloween party rather than a gala. 3/10

Emma, oh my god, YES. Almost always delivering, and this is definitely one of those cases! 10/10

Xavier... I hate to say it, but I genuinely love this look. He's bringing major space man vibes, and it's super elegant at the same time. 9/10

Bishop doesn't even get points for effort. He got a red suit then slapped some belts on it. Boring as fuck. 1/10

I was about to write another "???" because I had no idea who this was, until it occurred to me that I think this is supposed to be Scarlet Witch? Except she is super duper whitewashed, so I did not even recognize her. Auto-failure regardless of the look. 0/10

Proteus looks moderately snazzy, but out of the Five is the least interesting in my opinion. 3/10

Egg has a cool coat, but those balls around his neck are way too big and awkward. 4/10

Hope looks a little like a fairy princess here, and I like that! 7/10

Tempus looks like she's going to a prom more than a gala, and I don't know what's going on with that giant shoulder piece. Did Cable lend it to her or something? 4/10

Elixir, my golden boy, is embracing the shiny and I love it! 9/10

Exodus seems to be trying out a new costume rather than a gala look, but in terms of style, it's fine. 5/10

Vision's outfit is as boring as he is. 1/10

Miles, holy shit. Miles should be giving lessons to everyone else on how to actually make a suit look unique! Bishop, take notes. 9/10

Old Laura looks like she's dressed for a gothic funeral more than a gala, but at least that's to her style rather than some crazy OOC look. So, points for that. 5/10

T'Challa... I. Am. Swooning. I know he's not a king right now but damn does he ever look like it in this outfit. The beautiful patterns and complimentary colours, holy shit. 10/10

Synch has certainly done way better in the past. It's just a plain black suit without a shirt, for fuck sake. 2/10

Captain Marvel looks like she's a marching bad, lol. The stars in the hair are a nice touch, though. 3/10

Jean's look is, I know, divisive. I've seen some people say they adore this design, and some people say they hate it. I'm personally on the fence. I think it would be better without the stupid helmet, that's for sure. And I think it looks a little too much like an Emma Frost design, if you were to just colour it white. 5/10

Fantomex? Where the fuck have you been? Anyway, he literally just looks like he always looks but with some sunglasses lmfao. 0/10

Dylan looks like a moody teen as ever, lol. I do like the black and white though. 6/10

Black Cat... Like I said, I like black and white together, but this is giving me too much Cruella de Vil vibes. 4/10

Mary Jane just picked up an evening gown off the rack I guess. 2/10

Firestar, I think? Not actually positive if it's her. Anyway, the sleeves are a bit too much for me, but I love the fiery frills on the cape. 5/10

Thor looks so ugly here lmfao I'm sorry but I hate this look. It's way too clunky. 0/10

At first I thought this was Kwannon, but then I remembered seeing panels and I believe it's Kitty/Kate. Anyway, I like the lace-up boots and I like the frills. 7/10

Hellcat looks like she's took some inspiration from a wrestler's pre-fight look, and I like that. It's simplistic but just enough stylish to pass. 6/10

Nova, going with a tits out look as well I see. I like the feathered shoulder pads, and I like the skirt. 6/10

Moon Knight, oh my god, I have a strong feeling it was Steven who pulled the strings to get a gala look, because there's no fucking way Marc or Jake would be caught dead there. Anyway, this is exactly the type of vibe I would expect from MK, maybe even a bit more playful than that with the mesh part of the top. And I really like it up until the strange boots. He and Iceman must've compared notes or something. Still, 8/10

Psylocke - now THIS is Kwannon for sure! I like the classical ninja meets evening gown look, and I like that she's sexy but not to the point of being objectified, which is a refreshing change for how artists often treat her. 8/10

Destiny and Mystique I will rate together because the score is the same: A what the fuck level of 0/10.

Forge looks fucking awesome, especially compared to last year. I love the fringe and the scarf and the jewellery and the cane... it's a complete look that gives me great vibes. 8/10

Cyclops, come on, man. You can do better than this, can't you? He looks like Mister Sinister dressed him or something. 1/10

Cuckoos look like they stepped off the set of Tron: Legacy. Or a Daft Punk concert. Not complaining to be clear, this look fucks. 10/10

#hellfire gala #x men #marvel comics #meta

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 how will i know? 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: eddie finds you working as the solo member of the prom committee and takes it upon himself to help you, solely because he’s wanted more time with you ever since he comforted you that one time a few years before.

requested: no

word count: 5.7k

warnings: stress/anxiety, implied insecurities/low self-confidence, kissing, fluff

a/n: i’m in such an eddie mood, but i feel like everything i’m writing for him sucks when compared to all the other fics I see for him. even though mine are kinda cute, i feel like they’re boring?? :/ so i’d love to hear your guys’ input if you’d be willing to give it.

It’s no secret that Eddie Munson actively shits on the popular crowd - the golden girl cheerleaders and their golden boy basketball counterparts. He hates how they wholeheartedly accept societal norms and expects everyone else to do the same.

His blatant disregard of said societal norms and his theatrical ways - among other things - has earned him the title of ‘freak,’ however you think he’s anything but.

You’ve been watching him as he boisterously shares his opinions, typically during lunch, since starting high school. It’s hard not to when he purposefully makes himself the center of attention. It’s not like you mind it though, if he’s got everyone looking at him, then you get to blend into the background as you admire him.

He may be loud and defiant, not to mention quite flirtatious, but he’s such a kind person. So many people overlook that fact, though.

You’ve seen how he takes in freshmen and gives them a place to belong. You’ve overheard how passionate he is about his different interests. You’ve even been on the receiving end of his kindness once before.

It was about a year and a half ago, and you hadn’t been doing too great for a couple months. You were having issues with your so-called friends at the time, you were struggling with the material in a handful of your classes, and you were being bullied a bit by some upperclassmen. Not to mention the fact that your parents were divorcing, setting high expectations for you as a way to cope with their feelings of powerlessness.

You weren’t doing well, and it had all caught up to you one day. You had gotten a barely passing grade on an assignment you worked really hard on, and you knew your parents weren’t going to be happy. They wanted to keep up the image that you were a perfect, happy family although you were far from it.

On top of that, the few popular upperclassmen girls that liked to bully you decided today would be a great day to do so. You had gained a little weight with all the stress you were in, and the shirt you had decided to wear didn’t quite hide it. Of course the girls had to point your weight gain out, cornering you in the ladies bathroom after school and making comments that were more than hurtful.

To say the least, it hadn’t been a good day, so you found yourself in an empty hallway and started crying. Eddie had stumbled upon you, and instantly felt his heart ache. He didn’t really know what to say or do, but he couldn’t leave you sitting there by yourself, crying.

...

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You hear someone ask, their voice oddly comforting.

Looking up, you find the one and only Eddie Munson. The guy you’d been secretly admiring for the last year and a half. Of course he’d run into you on probably the worst day you’d had in years.

“N-nothing.” You hiccup, carefully wiping at your cheeks and all the tear tracks that had been created.

“Nothing? Really?” He questions, cocking a brow at you and you can’t help but find it attractive. He’s a walking masterpiece, you’d swear it.

“Y-yeah.” You mumble, sniffling as you choke back more tears.

“Most people don’t cry over nothing. Unless you’re one of the odd ones, something must be going on.” He smiles lightly, his signature teasing tone present.

You can’t help but let out a shaky breath as you feel your resolve breaking. Everything has been far too much for too long and you can’t take it anymore.

“I just…I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

As he coaxes more information from you, he settles himself beside you on the floor, hugging his knees like you are but focusing all his attention on you.

“Everything?” You state, although it comes out as more of a question.

“That seems like a problem.” He jokingly comments, trying to lighten the air and cheer you up even the slightest bit.

He hates seeing such a beautiful girl in so much pain. He’s noticed you around school before, but never got your name.

Regardless, he’s always found you cute. You’re quiet, blushing so easily whenever someone compliments you or puts you in the spotlight, and he finds his stomach twisting in knots every time you do.

You don’t have many friends, but the few times he’s seen you talking to someone and they draw a smile out of you, he swears his legs turn to jelly. Like you, your smile is shy, but oh so warm and bright.

It honestly pains him to see that warmth and brightness so dim right now. He can’t imagine what could have brought you so down.

“You could say that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He offers, eyes gentle, warm and inviting as he looks at you.

Although you often hesitate, and usually stop yourself, from sharing your feelings, you find that you really would like to share with him. He seems to want to listen - seems like he wants to make you feel better.

“If you’ve got the time to listen to my sob story?”

“I’ve got all the time in the world, princess. Spill.” He smiles, and so you do.

...

You told him about your parents and their unreasonably high expectations of you. You told him how lonely you had felt among your friends because they never seemed to listen to your problems, but came to you the second they wanted to vent or needed advice.

You shared how you were struggling in multiple classes, and how much that was stressing you out. You told him about your bullies and the stunt they pulled, how they called you a pig and oinked at you between teasing you for tearing up and telling you how you’ll never fit in.

You admitted to him just how tired you were and how sometimes you wanted to just give up completely.

He never interrupted, though. He let you share what you wanted to, and gave you his undivided attention. He didn’t judge you when you had started crying again lightly, nor did he belittle your feelings. He listened to you and for once you didn’t feel like a burden.

When you had stopped talking he frowned at you, feeling your pain, but gave you his honest opinion on everything you shared. He told you that if he were you, he’d drop your friends and wouldn’t even bother trying to live up to your parent’s expectations.

He told you that all you needed to do is enough to make yourself happy, and that it didn’t matter if it fell short of the expectations set for you or by you.

After it all, though, he reminded you that it’s okay to not feel okay and that sometimes all you need is a little time for yourself.

You swear that he sat there with you for an hour just comforting you, but you doubt he even remembers it. Surely he wouldn’t remember some girl he found crying to herself in an empty hallway, not when he’s done so much since then.

Regardless, his kindness has only made you fall for him more over the last few years. Not like you could ever tell him that you’ve got a crush on him, though.

For starters, you haven’t ever talked to him aside from that one day in the hall. Secondly, he’s far too cool for him to know who you are, let alone return your crush.

That thought alone kills you, but it is what it is at this point. You’re graduating this year and you’ll move on to something else where you’ll probably rarely see him. You can handle these last few months without risking embarrassment.

~.~

You sigh, looking around at the mess that currently is one of the - many - empty classrooms of Hawkins High.

You had found yourself on the prom committee, somehow becoming the leader of such, and right now you were looking around at all the decorations that still need to be made. Unfortunately, the rest of the committee is rather…laissez faire.

Hence why you were currently looking at the mess that is the room late on a Friday afternoon just weeks before prom is supposed to happen.

The decorations have to get done someway or another, so grabbing out your Walkman, you start playing your favourite mixtape you made and get to work.

~.~

Eddie can’t help but whistle as he walks the empty hallways of Hawkins High. Hellfire had ended about a half hour ago, the campaign playing out really well which excited him.

He was getting ready to leave, making his way through the halls towards the front entrance, when music from a lone classroom caught his attention.

As far as he was aware, no one else stays at school after hours on a Friday. After 4-ish, the school is practically a ghost town aside from him and Hellfire.

His curiosity gets the best of him as he seeks out the music, recognizing it as some pop song that’s been popular on the radio as of the last year. He’s pretty sure it’s by Whitney Houston or something, but he never really listens to anything but metal.

Finding himself outside of one of the other empty classrooms that Hawkins has, he can’t help but peek through the window to see what’s going on.

Inside he sees you dancing, surrounded by a mess of paper and craft supplies. He’s honestly not sure what any of it is or what you’re doing with it, but he doesn’t care. Not when you look so beautiful dancing with no cars in the world.

~.~

“Oh, wake me, I’m shaking; wish I had you near me now, uh-huh.” You sing, dancing to the upbeat music.

“Said there's no mistaking what I feel is really love.”

Needing a break from the work, you find yourself abandoning the shimmery stars as you begin to dance around the room.

“How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with ev’ry heartbeat.”

“I fall in love whenever we meet; I'm asking you what you know about these things - how will I know if he's thinking of me?” You belt out, smiling as you twirl around the room, using a sponge brush as a makeshift microphone.

Ever since you first heard this song, you’ve only ever thought of Eddie, as pathetic as that might sound. You’ve barely said anything to him, and yet you’re singing a love song with your mind full of him.

You can’t help that he’s got an intoxicating smile with those big brown eyes that aren’t often anything but warm. You can’t help that his voice and laugh create a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You can’t help that his hair looks like it needs to be played with, or that his hands look like they need somebody to hold onto.

You can’t help that Eddie Munson is your biggest weakness.

“I try to phone but I'm too shy - can't speak! Falling in love is so bittersweet; this love is strong, why do I feel weak?”

As the song continues, you find yourself just falling into the music - singing right along and dancing like there’s nothing in the world that could stop you. You can’t help but widely smile, the song - and the thought of Eddie - giving you an instant boost of serotonin.

“Ooh, how will I know? I fall in love.” You smile as the song gradually fades out and the next one begins.

You definitely needed that, taking a moment to just enjoy the serotonin rushing through your brain. If only you had the courage to tell Eddie you like him.

“That was cute. Looked like you were having fun.”

At the deeper voice you can’t help but jump, turning around to find the one person you had just been thinking of.

“Eddie! My god.” You exhale, trying to catch your breath from the shock.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“N-no, it’s alright. I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“Neither did I. Heard your music and had to see what was going on.” He explains, looking around the room at all the paper and craft supplies.

“What is going on?”

“Oh. Uh, welcome to the prom committee.” You state, giving him an awkward half smile as you wave your arms at everything.

“You’re the only member? Hate to break it to you, but that’s a rather sad committee.” He jokes and you can’t help but chuckle, not really believing he’s here talking to you.

“Yeah…everyone else had other plans. Just like they always do.”

You can’t help but sigh, frowning at everything that still needs to be done and how you’re the only one doing any of it.

“How long have you been here working on this?” He suddenly questions.

“Uh, I-I got here about 3:30?” You offer, not knowing what time it currently was to give him an actual answer.

“Three and a half hours? Shit.”

“Th-three hours?!”

“Oh my god this is never going to get done.” You panic, feeling a headache come on at the thought.

“Hey. Don’t stress yourself out. It looks like you’ve got a lot done, and prom isn’t for another three weeks or something right?”

“Yeah…yeah. I’ve just…never mind.”

“What?”

“No one else has really been helping.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead as the headache sets in.

“Well that’s a shit thing to do.” He retorts, feeling for you.

“Yeah…yeah, it is.”

A moment passes where neither of you say anything, but your mind is running with everything you still need to do. Not only do you need to finish the stars, but you need to make the little, holographic streamer decorations and the table favors, not to mention the photo booth accessories.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Eddie suddenly asks, pulling you out of your spiral.

“N-no. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” You admit a little bashfully.

“Would you like to grab something with me? There’s this diner on the outskirts of town that’s really good.”

“Y-you want me to get dinner with you?” You question, not believing he’s actually asking you that.

“That’s what I just asked you, isn’t it?” He teases, his beautiful smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah. I just, I didn’t think - do you even know who I am?” You question, clearly confused by his want to take you to eat.

He chuckles, smiling as he nods.

“I know who you are, y/n. So what do you say? Dinner? You look like you’re going to hyperventilate if you keep working on this.”

“Y-yeah. Okay. Dinner would be…nice.”

“Great! Let’s go then?” He smiles, encouraging you to grab your things and go.

As you do so, you still can’t wrap your head around the fact that this is happening. You didn’t think he knew who you were, let alone ask you to dinner with him.

~.~

“So you’re on the prom committee? How’d that happen?” Eddie asks as he picks a fry up from his plate and takes a bite out of it.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure.” You admit, chuckling lightly as he smiles.

“I think I may have volunteered, but didn’t realize I was?”

“Ahh, so you were manipulated into the position.”

“I guess so? I don’t know. It’s not the worst thing I could be doing.”

You shrug, dipping a fry in some ketchup before popping it into your mouth. Feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact with him, you don’t realize that he’s just sitting there watching you, an amused smile on his face.

“So after all this decoration making and planning is done, do you actually get to enjoy your hard work?” He questions, drawing your attention to him.

“I…don’t really know. I mean, I’ll have to set up the place…and take it down,” you sigh, frowning.

“I’m not really sure I want to attend prom in the first place, though.”

“Really? You don’t want to attend your senior prom?”

Risking a glance up at him, you find him watching you with raised brows that slowly drop into a furrowed look.

“I mean, isn’t that what most girls dream of?”

“Typically, yeah.” You chuckle.

“I just…I don’t know. I don’t have a date, and the only friend I really have has work that night. I just, I don’t really see the point in being a wallflower all night.”

“Understandable, but it’s your senior prom. You don’t really get another chance to go to one.” He comments, watching you as you play with your food, attempting to busy yourself.

“I know, but I couldn’t be missing that much anyway, right?”

“Couples will be all over each other, someone will spike the punch, and some popular cheerleader and her basketball boyfriend will get king and queen. It’s the same as any other dance, really. Right?”

“So I’ve heard.” Eddie replies, keeping his eyes on you as he munches on another fry.

“It’s not like I’d be the only one not going, anyways. But I don’t know, I’ve got a couple weeks to decide.”

He nods, taking your hint and ending the topic there. At least for the time being.

~.~

“Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.” You mumble, absentmindedly singing along to your mixtape as you carefully paint the rims of the glass centerpiece containers.

Ever since Eddie found you here working Friday evening, you’ve been taking a few hours after school each day to work on the decorations, still worried you’re not going to get them all done on time.

“Working alone again?”

Jumping slightly, you nod lightly as you send the briefest of glances toward the man.

“Of course. You don’t see anyone else here, do you, Munson?” You comment, heart racing as you talk to him.

It’s kind of pathetic, actually, just how nervous you get in his presence, let alone trying to talk to him.

You can hear him chuckle but can’t bother to look back at him as you focus on the current glass vase you’re trying to paint.

“Would you like help?” He questions, voice closer than it was before, making you jump.

Turning your head you find him standing over you, looking at what you’re doing.

“You want to help?”

“If you’ll let me. Wouldn’t want to stress yourself out doing it all.”

“O-okay then. Do you want to take this over for me? I need to design the tickets before I forget any longer.”

“You got it.” He smiles, taking the seat beside you and stealing the paint from you as you set the vase you were working on down, having finished it.

~.~

“Can I ask a question? Or a few, I guess?” You start, looking at Eddie as he sits at the table while you’re sat on the floor a few feet away working on the photograph backdrop.

It’s been just about a week now that he's found you after school and offered his help. He even spent his Saturday morning helping you after you mentioned you’d be there.

You definitely enjoy his company and appreciate his help, but you’ve got these questions nagging at the back of your mind.

“Go ahead.”

“Why have you been helping me with all of this? I’ve never known Eddie Munson to take part in school activities, especially those that cater to societal expectations.”

You hear him chuckle and you can’t help but glance up at him to catch his beautiful smile and bright eyes.

“While you’re not wrong, I don’t know. You seemed so stressed about all of it, and I don’t know, I couldn’t let you do that, I guess.”

“Why though? I’m no one special…”

“I mean, we weren’t friends or anything before this. Why would you care about me being stressed?” You question, cutting him off before he can speak, knowing he had a retort of some kind to your prior statement.

“I don’t know, you seem too cool and kindhearted of a person, I guess.”

“And how do you come to that conclusion? How do you even know who I am? I don’t really do anything to stick out.”

At your question, a silence falls between the two of you for a moment as you keep working on the backdrop, too nervous to look up at him. Little do you know he’s got a bright smile on his lips, watching you.

“You were a…sophomore, I believe, when I first talked to you.” He states, making you pause your work.

“You were crying in the hall after school.”

“I know. I’d been having a rough few months.” You murmur.

“Mhm. I think I sat with you for an hour or more just listening to you.”

“I’d noticed you long before that day, and even though you were always shy and quiet, I always felt like you were pretty optimistic and positive. Watching you cry kind of broke my heart.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he lightly smiles.

“It broke your heart?”

He nods at your retort, your brows cocked at him in disbelief.

“Kind of, yeah.” He chuckles, watching as you shake your head.

“I mean, here you were - this beautiful, quietly warm girl who blushed anytime someone gave you attention - crying by yourself in an empty hallway. I couldn’t just leave you there like that.”

“Anyways, I never knew your name, but I had to figure it out after spending the afternoon with you. You know, in case I stumbled upon you crying again.”

You can’t help but chuckle as he almost seems to start rambling.

“You’ve kind of been on my mind ever since.” He states, an ever so slight blush dusting his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. There’s something about you, I swear.”

You smile, letting his words sink in as he smiles at you, watching you process the conversation.

“You know, I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for listening to me that day. I really appreciated it.”

“If I’m being honest though, I couldn’t believe you would sit there and do that. I mean, I’ve always kind of liked you, but I never thought you’d take the time to sit and comfort a nobody.” You chuckle, a warmth filling your cheeks as you shy away from his gaze.

“You’re far from a nobody, y/n.”

~.~

You find yourself sighing, bouncing your marker between your thumb and index finger as you sit at the lunchtime ticket booth - otherwise known as a plastic foldout table that had seen better days and a cold, uncomfortable metal chair.

Being the only one that’s actually done any preparation for prom, it’s only natural that you’d be the one to sit and sell tickets during your lunch hour.

“Hey, y/n!” Robin greets, bounding behind the table with you.

“Hey, Robin.” You smile, your attention flirting over to the energetic dirty-blonde.

“You mind if I help you?”

“Not at all. I’m actually getting sick of selling these.” You chuckle, sighing.

“Well then I’m here to relieve you. And buy a few tickets of my own.”

“What? Really?!” You gasp, watching as she writes down the transaction before making herself change and grabbing two tickets.

“Mhm. Keith offered to cover the store on prom night which left me free. At first I still didn’t plan on coming, but Steve convinced me to. Even offered to come as my date! As a friend of course since our relationship is strictly platonic with a capital ‘p.’”

“I’m excited for you, Robin! I hope it’ll be fun.”

“What? You’re not going?”

“I don’t know yet. You weren’t going to go, and I don’t have a date. I didn’t want to stick to the walls by myself all night.” You frown.

“Now that you’re going, though, maybe I’ll consider it. I’d have to find a dress though, and I don’t know. It seems like a lot of work.”

“You should definitely come! I’d hate to experience our senior prom without you.”

“I-Eddie! Hey.” You greet, finally noticing the man standing at the table in front of the both of you.

“Don’t let me interrupt your conversation.” He states, smiling as he motions for you to continue.

“No, you’re fine. What’re you doing?”

“Well, I’d like to buy a couple tickets, if I could?” He states, catching you off guard.

“Y-yeah, sure. Two?” You stutter, not able to stop from wondering who he could possibly be going with.

“Mhm.”

“Okay, and your date’s name?” You question, going to write down the transaction.

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“Me?!”

“If you’d be willing to go with me, yeah.” He smiles, warm eyes watching you as you fumble over yourself, having dropped your marker.

“Otherwise, I’ll be needing a refund.”

Looking over at Robin, who looks just as shocked as you, you turn back to Eddie.

“Y-you want to go to prom with me?”

“Mhm. What do you say?”

“I-I guess we’re going to prom, Munson.” You smile, stomach flipping at his beautiful smile directed fully at you.

“Great. Better find yourself a dress.” He smiles, grabbing the tickets from you with a wink before walking off, leaving you dumbfounded.

~.~

Watching Eddie as he walks through the crowd with your drinks, you can’t help but smile. You still can’t believe he decided to come to prom, and with you as his date at that.

Sure, you have been spending a lot of time together this past month, but you didn’t think you two had gotten close enough for this. Not that you were complaining in the slightest.

He was stunning, nearly taking your breath away when he picked you up earlier. You never expected him to wear a tux, and you were perfectly fine with that. Lord knows he wears his black skinny jeans perfectly well. He did find a button down shirt, though, and even got you a corsage.

“Your drink.” He smiles, finally making his way back to your table.

“Thank you.”

Taking a sip as he does the same, you avert your gaze as you feel him rake his eyes over your body - just like he’s done numerous times since picking you up.

“You really look amazing.” He compliments, trying to study every aspect of your appearance.

When he saw the dress you were wearing, he swears he nearly lost it. You’ve always been beautiful, but this dress fit you perfectly. It was rather simple - a solid, deep red colour in a satin material. The strapless, sweetheart top highlighted your chest without being revealing. The skirt puffed out only a little, making it formal without being over the top.

Then, aside from the draping of the material, the only other decoration was a simple little bow off to the side where the dress gathered at the slit. You had paired it with a pair of silver heels that brought you from his chin up to his nose, which he kind of liked. If he found the courage, those couple inches from your heels would make it so much easier to capture your lips with his.

You had opted to keep your makeup more neutral, but he still thought you looked stunning. In his eyes, you didn’t need any extra help to look beautiful.

“You look pretty amazing yourself.” You shyly smile, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I still can’t believe you’re here, to be honest.”

“How come?”

“You’re kidding, right? Eddie Munson, who notoriously shits on societal expectations, at prom. I mean, have you ever even gone to a school dance before?”

“Mm, not that I can recall. Then again, never found anyone I actually wanted to go with.” He comments, quirking a brow as he winks at you.

“Which I also don’t believe.”

“Which part? That I’ve never found anyone I wanted to go with or that you’re the one I wanted to come with?” He gently teases.

“Both, if I’m honest.”

“Well both statements are true, princess.”

You can’t help but bite your lip to keep from smiling dumbly, but you’re pretty sure you fail at that when he smiles back at you.

~.~

Prom is slowly winding down, only about an hour and a half to two hours left before it’s over, and you haven’t really danced too much.

You didn’t think Eddie would care to, and you also don’t like being the center of attention, which you - irrationally - feel is the case when you dance.

So far the only times you’ve danced is when Robin drags you onto the dance floor to dance with her or her and Steve. Each time, you’ve had fun, but found yourself retreating back to your table with Eddie before long.

Little did you know he watched you each time you danced though. He loved how happy you looked, just having fun with your friends.

He wanted to dance with you himself, but couldn’t bring himself to ask you yet. Not until a familiar song started to play.

As the intro plays, you find yourself swaying slightly to the beat of the song.

“Let’s go dance.” Eddie suddenly encourages, surprising you.

“R-really?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you out to the dance floor.

Robin smiles at you as you pass her, and you can’t help but send her a slightly panicked expression, not sure what you’re currently doing.

Before she can really say anything back with her expression, Eddie pulls you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as the other holds your right hand.

“There’s a boy, I know, he’s the one I dream of.” He goofily sings, drawing a smile from you as he moves the two of you to the beat.

“Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above.” He continues, smiling widely as you start to giggle.

“Sing with me. This is one of your favorites, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

“Then join me.” He challenges, smirking at you as you smile, both of you still swaying and moving to the song.

“Ooh, how will I know?” You sing, giggling as he sings the echo to you, slightly leaning in so you can hear him.

You pause for a moment, simply watching him as he does the same. It’s not until he raises his brow with a smirk do you start singing again, smiling like a dork.

“How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat.”

“I fall in love whenever we meet; I’m asking you what you know about these things.”

“You’ve got a beautiful voice.” He states, dumbly smiling down at you, loving how you shy away from his compliment, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Shut up.” You mumble, dropping your eye contact with him as you bite your lip.

“You’re adorable when you get all shy, you know that?”

“Am not.”

“Are too. I can never get enough of it.”

You gape at his comment, not sure how to respond. Although he’s practically directly contradicted you, you can’t believe he’d actually like you.

He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of response, though. He just keeps swaying the both of you, spinning you occasionally which draws a slew of chuckles from you.

Even as the song ends, he keeps his hands on you, dancing to the next song as it starts. You have to admit this is rather nice, and fun if you dare say so.

“Because your kiss; your kiss is on my list” he sings to you, smiling as he does so.

“Because your kiss, your kiss is on my list.” You sing back, not able to stop the smile on your lips from growing as his eyes seem to sparkle at you joining in with him.

“Because your kiss, your kiss I can’t resist.”

“Because your kiss is on my list, of the best things in life.” He murmurs the end of the song, having pulled you close to him as you were dancing, a soft smile on his lips as he looks into your eyes.

A few seconds pass where the two of you simply stare at each other, a million thoughts running through each of your minds as the next song begins - this one a little slower.

“Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take I’ll be watching you.”

You can’t help but feel your stomach somersault as he sings to you, his voice low as he leans in close to you.

“Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay I’ll be watching you.”

Enjoying his voice, you let yourself relax into his hold as he carefully sways the both of you, not caring who may or may not be watching the two of you.

He’s only wanted to hold you like this for four years now. Now that he's got you in his arms, he’s not going to let anyone disrupt the two of you.

“Oh, can’t you see you belong to me?” He murmurs, mouth next to your ear as he sings, hoping you can read that he’s not just singing to you, but letting his feelings pour out.

As the song nears its end, you find yourself looking up to him, his wide, brown eyes looking down at you.

“Eddie…” you murmur, not sure where you want to go with this, but knowing you want to say something.

“I want to kiss you…” he announces, voice soft as he searches your face.

“Then do it.”

A brief expression of shock passes over his face before he smiles, leaning down and capturing your lips with his while he cups your cheek with the hand not wrapped around your waist.

“I think I love you.” He admits, smiling as he continues to kiss you.

“I think I might just love you too.” You chuckle, hearing Robin somewhere in the background gasping and cheering as you and Eddie kiss.

“Good. I was really hoping you would.”

“You’re not the only one to have someone on their mind.”

“Oh yeah?” He questions, brows quirking.

“Mhm. You, Eddie Munson, have been on my mind for a long time. Even before you first talked to me.”

“Hmm. I’m very glad.” He smiles, kissing you softly once more.

“How about we get out of here? They don’t expect you to pick this all up until tomorrow anyways, right?”

“Luckily.” You smile, chewing on your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to leave with him.

As he smiles at you, you know he feels the same. Especially as he kisses your lips once more before leading you off the dance floor and out of the gymnasium all together.

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hello, i am bored. here are some unpopular opinions that may very well get me cancelled if i posted this on tiktok

do not read if you know youre going to get mad if i say something you disagree with

the over feminisation and over-aggressive characterisations of sirius and remus are so left field it makes my eye twitch. like if you wanna write them like that then fine but don't tell me that one scene of sirius wearing something nice and one scene of remus throwing harry up a wall (while he's in the middle of like a twenty year war with all of his friends dead mind you) means that they were as people are interpreting them in cannon

the fandom isn't misogynistic. you just want everyone to care about the same characters the way you do despite the fact that very little of them (especially the girls really besides lily and the black sisters) have any character/story to care about to begin with

on that same note, it is not wolfstar and jegulus' shippers job to write dorlene and marylily fics. there are over 6000 fics tagged under dorlene and over 2000 for marylily which is really impressive and a really big number for ships containing two people who don't have any connection to one another

we cannot blame every death on dumbledore. dumbledore was manipulative and not a very good person but he wasn't out here deliberately getting all the people on his side killed

this fandom is obsessed with tragedy so much that tragedy has now become repetitive and boring. i love a good sad story but what is the point in taking every single character and making them live the worst life possible. its like yall are only capable in caring for a character if they have literally the worst ending ever

the marauders weren't child soldiers. They were young but they weren't children.

on the same note just because barty, evan and peter (and any other death eater) was young does not excuse them of their actions. I'm 20 and I know that i wouldn't betray all of my friends or help torture new parents into insanity

deciding that pandora somehow had to be a part of a death eater family was the worst thing this fandom did to her character

it pisses me off when the fandom will bend over backwards to try to connect the same 12 characters to every headcannon imaginable when there are so many other characters that you could use

despite this tho i hate the whole "ravenpuff" thing. As someone who actually cares about Emmeline, Edgar, Fabian, Gideon, Amelia, Benjy, Caradoc and all of that it annoys me to no end when the only time people post about them is to shove them all into the two least cared about houses and decides that they were all friends while giving them the most uncreative name out there. if you dont care about them then dont post about them

marlene is the most overrated character in the fandom

james and marlene being childhood best friends is my least favourite headcannon

mary obliviating herself is the worst headcannon

remus lupin is a bottom

sirius black is tall

marlene being in ravenclaw > marlene being in gryffindor

this fandom really needs to remember that barty and evan were villains. if you like them then that's completely fine but stop trying to make them secretly good

i can only ship sirius with remus but i can ship remus with literally anyone (so long as they are actually his age or older. for some reason i cant ship remus with people who are over a year younger then him)

i dont think its fair to say that if you like regulus then you cant shit on snape stans but it is utterly unfair to stan barty and evan but shit on snape stans

fancasting and commenting on normal peoples tiktoks is stupid and embarrassing. we are HATED by other fandoms and is it because we are unable to stay in our lane. stop getting into other peoples buisness by commenting "REMUS LUPIN" under a Spiderman edit

james would not have stopped talking to sirius after the prank. He'd be mad at him and he'd tell him off but he wouldn't stop talking to him. If James had to pick between Sirius and anyone he's picking Sirius

on that note i think the only people who weren't talking to sirius after the prank was remus and lily. mostly because i dont think anyone other then the marauders and lily would even have known that remus was a werewolf at the time

ALSO evan, barty and regulus would not befriend remus after the prank. firstly they wouldnt care and even if they did they would be more likely to abuse the fact that they know about him being a werewolf

im sick of seeing people try to shame others for shipping wolfstar but not marylily because "theyre the same ship." theyre literally not. just because YOU hc mary and lily to have a similar dynamic as remus and sirius doesnt mean that theyre the same and doesnt mean that everyone else should think so to. Same with literally every other ship that gets compared to another based on headcannons

this is getting really long so imma leave it there

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joonggphilia · 6 months

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💛🖤Chasing That Feeling🖤💛

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Pairing: Soft dom! Huening Kai x Bttm male reader Genre: Fluff, Smut. CW: Praise kink, Cheating, semi-public sex, ass eating A/N: The high school boyfriend bit may be a little cheesy, but I like it! Huening Kai is the best person on this planet. Hands down.

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You lazily sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Your roommate, who also happened to be your boyfriend, sat next to you, doing the same. If you were gonna be honest, you didn’t like him. He was rude, boring, and so terribly lazy. “Hey, I want to do something together. Let’s go get lunch or walk in the park. I know it’s a big ask, but TXT is coming to our city and I wanna see them. With you.” You stated, trying to get your boyfriend to except using your pleading eyes. “Fuck no. Are you for real? Babe, I just went grocery shopping, I’m comfy here on the couch, and I don’t know what you see in those guys!” He said, not even looking up from his screen. “Then I’ll go on my own.” You stood up, stretching out your legs. “You’re not going to have a good time without me. We can have a nice time being here, it’s your turn to do chores anyway.” He protested, finally looking at you. “It’s always my turn to do the fucking chores. I’m seriously going out.” You snapped, throwing a pillow in his face, then storming off to get ready. You quickly bought tickets online, not wanting them to sell out and somehow, some way, you managed stall seats! You loved TXT, they were your favorite idol group, and best in your opinion. Your bias was Huening Kai. One thing that was special about him, that no one would ever know, was that he was your secret high school boyfriend. The two of you grew apart once he got into the industry, but you still had strong feelings. Tonight, you were chasing those feelings.

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Your seats were amazing, right front and center. Sure, they were a lot of money, but you have been saving for a while and you deserved something special. You tried to snap a picture of the stage to send to your asshole boyfriend, but lights began to dim, immediately catching your attention. The music began, the group appeared on stage, the choreography was spot on, you were in bliss. The song ended, but the fan service started. You were ready to catch Huening’s attention. As soon as he passed, you two made eye contact, and sparks flew. You had your phone out and he quickly grabbed it and began talking into it. You had no clue what he was saying, but you were excited. Maybe he still loves you, maybe he can make time for you, maybe he can get you out of your shit relationship. He came back to the side of the stage and handed you back your phone, but not without his fingers lightly grazing against yours. And the show went on.

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You made your way to out of the stadium while checking the videos and pictures you took. You made it to the video of your ex boyfriend, and your stomach immediately began to burst with butterflies as you hit play on the recording. “You still a fan? I’m sorry for just up and leaving you, but I couldn’t have my phone on me a ton when I was a trainee. Wow. I can’t believe you’re a fan! Come to the dressing rooms after the show, I’ve still got feelings. M/n….your all I know.” Say no more. You were on your way.

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You made your way down dark, deep, winding halls, finally turning a corner to see a certain blonde haired someone. You ran at him, hugging him. “Woah! I’ve missed you too.” He said calmly. You quickly realized what you were doing and let go. “Sorry, too pushy? You’re an idol and all now.” Huening Kai laughed at your comment, confusing you. “It’s fine, we’re close. I may be an idol, but your moa.” The taller male reassured, patting your shoulder. “Come one back, I want you to meet everyone!” He said playfully, breaking his cool idol character.

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You sat in Huening Kai’s private dressing room, catching up with him, laughing together. It felt so right being with him. “Kai. I need advice. My roommate is a complete, and total asshole. I want him to move out, but I need him to pay rent. He doesn’t do his chores and he has friends over to party all the time.” You suddenly became serious, but this didn’t bother the other male. “I’ve never had a roommate like that before. I think the best thing you could do is be honest with him, confront him. Sorry I don’t know much about roommate stuff.” Huening Kai muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, and he happens to be my boyfriend. I’m in a little bit of a situationship.” You half joked. The taller male suddenly got up from his seat and crouched in front of you. “I don’t know much about roommates, but I do know a thing or two about boyfriends.” You blushed at the amount of space that was left between you and him. The space closed. Your lips molded perfectly with his. “M/n, let’s keep chasing this feeling.”

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Huening Kai was the innocent, sweet type, but damn did he have you undressed fast. He sat down on the couch, then put you on his lap and kissed up and down your neck. “I wish we did this more in high school. I wish we didn’t grow apart. You’re so perfect.” Huening persistently praised you. Just the words that spilled from his lips made you moan. “You’re an angel. Keep making those sounds, I like to know when I’m doing good.” Huening continued. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” You shakily breathed. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him back into a kiss. The kiss was hot and mouthy, but it felt so sweet. “M/n, will you trust me?” Huening didn’t even have to explain before you barked a quick “Yes” And at that, he got to work. He quickly flipped you onto your knees and elbows, ass up. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He said gently rubbing hearts into your thighs. You suddenly felt a hot sensation by your lower half. Huening’s tongue was circling your rim, causing you to emit lewd noises that became louder as he began eating you out. Your length dripped with precum, as Huening Kai began to give it some much needed attention. “Please, please….Kai, I-I need you more than ever.” You begged. “How could I deny such a polite request” he hummed flipping you over onto your back. “I wanna see your face, I wanna hear you, ok?” He said spreading your legs apart and aligning his dick with your entrance. “Anything for you.” You gasped out as Huening Kai slowly entered into your welcoming walls. “You feel so good for me, M/n.” He loved saying your name, it felt good on his tongue. You could only hum as a thank you, your mind fuzzy. You couldn’t think straight while being praised, stuffed, and loved by your biggest idol. The taller only sped up, and each time he thrusted in, he hit that spot. Never missing. Before you knew it your thighs were shaking, palms were sweating, and your mind was going even more blank. “Huening! I’m cumming!” At this point, everyone heard you, you felt too good to be quiet, and neither of you cared. Huening came inside of you, riding out his high. “M/n, come back to the hotel with me. Travel with us, don’t go back to that so called boyfriend, just stay with me. I love you.” Huening pleaded, holding you to his chest. “Of course. I’ll go with you. I love you too.”

#hueningkai #txt #huening kai x male reader #smut

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gurggggleburgle · 1 year

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being about unhinged headcannons is kinda my entire thing so with that this in mind i am about to say something truly terrible. Given PIDW in universe was generic stallion novel with given it's popularity and the nature of light novels/web novels in general is it safe to assume to Shen Yuan's exposure to Binghe through official art had the man drawn with (and do forgive me for saying this) the same energy and vibes as the tall mature kirito protagonist variant. And here's the thing I KNOW that is fundamentally not our boy as any of OUR art portrays him. But consider that art style for male characters varies between work genres. Like a novel targeted for mostly cis het males looking for sex and violence is going to have different art than high girly romance with a lot of smoochie smoochie meow meow sparkle. So it is completely possible for Luo Binghe to be handsome but bland in the way only this specific archetype can be in all of the official art work. Because the emphasis is on them TIDDIES. So I think PIDW would probably have the most boring book covers. The ones where there's like one of the harem girls on the front in a cute pose and then our boy's just holding his sword looking cool or he's got one in his arms mid catch. You have seen this novel cover in stores and it never makes you wanna actually pick up the book.

Baby Luo Binghe straight up has just generic anime guy art. He's bland wonderbread character design until the abyss and then he becomes long wonderbread with eyeliner and blood. What this would mean is fanart never features him obvious but also it becomes a whole debate about what does Luo Binghe look like in fanart and the inevitable market of nsfw works. It becomes a whole thing of telling artists apart by how they draw him and arguments about what is the CORRECT BINGGE!!

And you bet your ass Shen Yuan has opinions on that shit. Man absolutely has a headcannon for Luo Binghe. Absolutely has his own designs and ideas which is why i think the juxtaposition of seeing him post transmigration is so funny. Like imagine seeing this guy after reading the novel and be like 'that's just an incredibly cute fluffy child!'. Huh, real human features i hadn't considered. Like he sees the protagonist get a pimple because like it's puberty. Everyone gets pimples and is floored. He's in awe that it's even possible. He's completely shook by the fact that Luo Binghe is actually handsome after years of having a specific imagine in mind that does not promote that which only adds to his gay panicking. He's already internalized the concept the protagonist will be the most attractive person but actually seeing it and then having to compare everyone else around him...

Man is just like dial up noises. All around.

#svsss meta #svsss #luo binghe #bingqiu #sqq #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #scum villain self saving system #scumbag system #scum villain

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starkskeep · 1 year

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I speared a prince

I speared a prince aegon ii targaryen imagine

Pairings - Aegon II Targaryen x Martell!Reader

Summary - You are the Princess of Dorne and will rule the land after your father. A diplomatic trip to King's Landing where you were only supposed to return with information had you returning with something much more important.

Word Count - 4.5k (holy shit)

Warnings - Vague descriptions of a brothel and prostitutes. Reader is the poster child of Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss. Manipulating Aegon is her only goal. It's ok. He's better because of it. Kinda dialogue heavy. I couldn't help it. Aegon is one of my favorite personalities to write about. Smut.

A/N - Aegon in this imagine is not the same Aegon as in the books or the show. He is not married to Helaena nor is he a disgusting pig of a man. He is still the family's disappointment though.

It was one of the few times Dorne has sent a delegation to King’s Landing, but your father had just ascended to power and wanted to usher in a new age of cooperation. It was some celebration or another, possibly a name day or an anniversary of some arbitrary event. In all honesty, you could not bring yourself to care for the official reason for your visit. You were actually sent to King’s Landing to see if and with who Dorne should align when the war everyone knew was to come finally rears its ugly head. Your father knew of King Viserys’s diminishing health; everyone in court could see him withering away upon the throne and rumors spread quickly. Your presence in the capital was meant to scope out if choosing an heir to support could potentially bring any benefit to Dorne or if it was better for your kingdom to stay away.

There had been an argument before you left Dorne. You had made it quite clear to your father that if Dorne was to support a claimant to the throne, it would have to be Princess Rhaenyra. If you were to support Prince Aegon, it would undermine Dorne’s own line of succession and put your own claim to the ruling of Dorne in question. This opinion stayed with you as you were welcomed into the Red Keep. You could see how the Hightower queen stared at you with thinly-veiled judgment. She would have no doubt raised her children to be mindless puppets of the Seven, complete with all the pompous arrogance that came with stuffing down one’s desires for the sake of appearances and the opinions of others.

There were two benefits to your visit. The first was that the crown princess was also at the capital. In all honesty, you admired Rhaenyra Targaryen. She had been able to hold onto her position as heir despite the many lords attempting to convince the king to change his decision. She was as beautiful as she was powerful and your eyes rarely left her figure when you were in the same room as her. Knowing that she was unlikely to invite you into her chambers, you decided to merely look up to her. So your eyes shifted to the second benefit of King’s Landing: Prince Aegon Targaryen.

The Targaryen prince was an utter mess and you loved it. He didn’t bother to conceal the small smirks when nobles came up to sing their praises to the king and the queen, his constantly disheveled appearance, and the complete and utter lack of decorum when attending court; you wanted to take Aegon and mold him into your perfect companion. A man like him did not belong trapped in court. He needed to be in a place like Dorne where he could let his inhibitions roam as freely as a dragon should. Yes. He would be your perfect consort once you finally became the Princess of Dorne after your father passed. You would make this trip to King’s Landing end with you and Dorne benefiting unilaterally from it.

A night after yet another long and boring feast found you entering a brothel on the Street of Silk. If you didn’t find a woman who appealed to you, at least you would be able to drink without judgmental stares from fellow nobility. You also found that the women in brothels tended to look more kindly upon fellow women, allowing them a quiet place to drink away from grabby men in exchange for some coin. So far, the attention from the men in the brothel remained on the women rather than on you in the corner. Thus, it came as a great surprise to you when your idle observation of the scenes in front of you was interrupted by a familiar voice.

A cheeky smile danced upon the prince’s lips as he spoke to you. “My lady, what brings one as beautiful as yourself to a place such as this? Would it be the company or the drinks that attract you?” Noticing your lack of interest in replying, Aegon continued to pester you. “I do not believe that we have been formally introduced. I was preoccupied upon your arrival. I am Prince Aegon. It is a pleasure to meet you. A woman who often looks as interested as I feel in court is one that I would like to get to know.”

Surprisingly, Aegon was able to draw laughter from you which you quickly stifled with a sip from the goblet in front of you. “I know you jest. I would never allow my disinterest to show so blatantly. Besides, we were introduced to each other two days ago and even sat across from each other at one of the dinners. I have heard the rumors but do you truly drink so much that you are unable to remember the events from only a couple days previous?” You eyed Aegon up and down as you spoke, admiring him but also looking for his reaction. This prince was oh so pretty. You wouldn’t mind having him in your bed: whether it was for the night in this brothel or more long-term, you would enjoy breaking this Targaryen.

Your words elicited a light chuckle from Aegon. He took his time in choosing how to reply to you. It had been a long time since anyone had made him genuinely laugh and he did not want to displease you in a way that would cause you to stop. His words often easily offended those around him but this is the first interaction where he actually cared how he came across. “I am willing to beg for your forgiveness if you require me to. It seems that only your beauty caught my eye at the feast.” Aegon’s hand brushed past your chin, finding its resting place against your cheek, “The drink does dull my senses quite a bit, a feeling I am very fond of. Though it is not enough to make me forget the short-term. You still have not answered my question.” His eyes roamed from you to the drink in your hand, to the women of the brothel, and back to you. “Is it the company or the drinks that brought you here?"

“Unlike in Dorne, the people of your father’s court are quite uptight. They would not know how to act if they allowed themselves to indulge in the pleasure that one’s body has to offer. A brothel in the city is the only place I could be satisfied tonight. What of you my prince? Why come here to chase pleasure? Surely a prince such as yourself could have anyone in his bed. You would not need to leave the safety and comforts of your chambers.” You lower your chin in order to gaze upon Aegon from underneath your lashes, flashing a sly grin in a way that has enticed many before him. “Unless—let me guess—there is someone that doesn’t allow you to express yourself? It is hard for me to believe that having a grandfather as devout and pious as yours in a position of power would allow you much freedom.”

Your words were sharp and true. The pierced Aegon as if it was an arrow shot by the most talented of archers. He has often been called a drunk, a fool, or sometimes far worse to his face and behind his back. His father made no attempt to know the children he sired with Alicent, his mother seemed to only gaze upon him with contempt and disappointment for as long as Aegon could remember, and his grandfather only whispered poison and treason in his ear. Your words contained not the whispers of disappointment, but the whispers of a promise. You made him want to feel rather than dull his senses. “That, my lady, I cannot deny. The Seven forbid such pleasures and indulgences so I am forced to get them where I can. A brothel is a good enough location. Whores can be paid to keep silent if you slip them enough coin. Aegon took your cup of wine from your hand and downed it in one gulp before motioning to a nearby woman for more. “It is too much of a coincidence that we are at the same brothel tonight. So tell me, did you plan this? What do you desire of me?”

Scoffing, you take a new goblet of wine from the serving woman. “I do not desire anything from you, Prince Aegon. I entered this brothel first. I am not a seer. I did not know that you would be a patron of this establishment tonight.”

Aegon’s smile turned impish. As he moved to sit closer to you, the grin never left his lips and his eyes never left yours. He felt fire in his veins that he has only felt while on the back of Sunfyre. The prince feels far more intoxicated by your presence than wine has ever made him. “Then it seems that the gods have brought us together tonight, no matter how much they may frown upon our actions. Although, now I am even more curious as to why you are in King’s Landing? Are you to become a temptress plaguing my waking thoughts?”

Oh. This prince had a surprising way with words. You liked the idea of becoming his temptress, but you could not let him distract you. You had to choose what you are to say carefully. Aegon obviously desires acceptance and someone to give him the attention that he has lacked since childhood. You would not play his mother; as a princess, you are far too superior to debase yourself by coddling men in such a way. Instead, you will play upon his insecurities until you held him in the palm of your hand. “Do your parents not share the activities of court with you? I joined my uncle on a diplomatic visit to ensure that the ties that bind Dorne to King’s Landing are still strong. Your sister, Princess Rhaenyra, was the one to organize it. I quite admire her. She seems to be a competent woman. The meeting is between the king, my uncle, and Princess Rhaenyra. She is your father’s heir. If you are curious as to the nature of it, perhaps you should ask your sister for the details of the meeting.” You observe the wayward prince in the aftermath of your words in order to see how they strike.

There. That is where you will hit him. Aegon disguised his reaction by drinking another goblet of wine faster than you have ever seen. If you were a lesser woman, perhaps you would have been impressed by that worthless talent. But you weren’t and now you had the ammunition you needed. He shrugged and shifted uncomfortably in his seat after setting down the cup. “Perhaps I shall. Once my sweet sister is done playing politics, I will ask her.”

There was no need for you to stay after that. Your words had sunk deep enough and would no doubt linger upon his mind in the days to come. Standing up, you walked in the direction of a woman in such a path that caused you to be in the direct line of sight of Aegon. Electing to ignore Aegon even though you felt his eyes burning a hole through the back of your head, you waited until you were about to enter the room with the woman to send a wink and a smirk in Aegon’s direction.

You stood anxiously outside the doors to Rhaenyra’s chamber. After returning from the brothel the previous night, you requested delivery to the princess of your desire for a meeting. You needed it to occur first thing in the morning. If the news had gotten to the queen and her father of your encounter with Aegon, there would be the risk of them forcefully keeping the prince away from you. Fast actions were needed in order to prevent that from happening and you were not a woman to sit idly by. Luckily, you were pulled out of your thoughts by the announcement of your arrival. It was finally time for you to meet Princess Rhaenyra face-to-face.

She rose to meet you when you entered. It was a good sign, in your opinion, that she was willing to respect you and listen to what you had to say rather than brushing you off as a young girl unaware of courtly politics. “Princess Nymeria. It is a pleasure to meet you. It was a surprise to receive a note from you, though not an unwelcome one. The events of court leaves one with very little time for privacy.” Her voice was deep and melodic. If you hadn’t already had one Targaryen in your sights, you may have changed your reason for this meeting.

Sitting in one of the chairs the princess gestured to, you made yourself comfortable. For this meeting, you would need to present yourself as a composed young woman sure of herself and her actions. Gaining Rhaenyra’s trust was your most important objective. Without it, everything would fail. Knowing of her notorious distaste for half-truths and political maneuvering, you decide to be completely honest with her. “As I am sure you are aware, the official reason for my visit is to join my uncle in strengthening the ties between Dorne and King’s Landing. Unofficially, my father wanted me to gather information on who to support in their bid for the Iron Throne: you or your brother.”

Rhaenyra did a good job at keeping her expression neutral but you could see how your words angered her. Her jaw clenched and she tightened her grip on the arm of her chair. A voice like ice in deep contrast with her dragon blood met your ears. “And who does your father favor?”

Good. You needed her intrigued. Having her ruffled may also help you, but you would need to tread carefully in order not to push her over the edge. Remaining relaxed, you attempted to assuage her. “You know how fickle men are. I am my father’s only daughter. Like you, I am also my father’s heir. Though I am not at risk to have my succession questioned as you are, I understand the feelings of inadequacy that sometimes arise. Thankfully, my father trusts my judgment and holds my advice in high regard. Who he favors is who I favor, and I would rather see you ruling the realm instead of your brother.”

Rhaenyra’s hardened exterior softened slightly at your admission. Having the loyalty of a powerful house would please anyone engaged in battle, and House Martell was a valuable ally indeed. She was much less brusque in her reply. “It satisfies me, Princess Nymeria, that a woman such as yourself is able to see the way that things should be. Too many women of my father’s court would rather see my brother on the throne and accept the way that things have been. Though, forgive me for being direct as I do not wish to offend you, what is it you want in return? I am not so simple as to believe you would come to me without requesting something of me. You could have easily had your father declare his support when the time comes for me to ascend the throne.”

Your grin was reminiscent of the vipers that roam the Dornish deserts. “It seems that you have adapted to a life of politics quite well, Princess Rhaenyra. I have no doubt that you will make a great and powerful ruler. There is something I want and unfortunately, it is something that I cannot take myself. Do not fret. What I want will also benefit you greatly. In fact, it will give you even more power over the lords who do not desire to see a woman upon the throne.”

“Let’s hear it then. I am happy to make a deal but I must first know what it is you want. I must know what it is you hope to gain from my agreement. In times such as these, a promise is nothing but words on the wind and winds are prone to change direction from one day to the next.”

“I am in complete agreement with you. Words are not as binding as actions. When I take my father’s place as the ruler of Dorne, the man who I am married to will be nothing more than my consort. He will hold no power over me. Nor will he hold power in the Dornish court except what I choose to bestow upon him, and I am not the type of woman who would willingly share her power.” You pause in order to let your words sink in. “During my visit here, I have spent some time with your brother, Prince Aegon. I want him to be my prince consort. If he marries me, he would have no claim to the throne as there is already an heir. My duties to Dorne would overshadow whatever machinations against you are already playing in the background. There is the issue that Queen Alicent and her father hold significant power over the small council. They would never allow a marriage to occur between the prince and me.'

“So you are asking me to petition the council on your behalf to allow a marriage between you and Aegon, correct?” Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows in both surprise and intrigue. The idea of betrothing Aegon to someone that would tamper his claim had never crossed her mind nor had it ever been suggested to her. “A bold and brilliant plan. I will raise it to the small council upon their next meeting, without a doubt.”

“You may have misunderstood me, princess. I don’t want you to bring it to the council. If that was all, I would have my father or my uncle do so but I know the results would not be favorable. What I want is for you to bring the request straight to your father. Everyone in the realm knows that the king favors you. If you were to ask the king to give Prince Aegon to me, there would be no need to involve the small council. King Viserys’s word is law and I do not doubt that he would agree to whatever you ask of him. The queen and her father would not be able to stop me from marrying your brother if it was the king who betrothed us.”

You left the princess after being dismissed. There was no question in your mind that she would successfully fulfill your request. There was no cost for her to do so and only benefits in return. You were proven correct that evening when the King announced at dinner that his firstborn son would be marrying you as a way to deepen the relationship between House Martell and House Targaryen. Your uncle seemed surprised but was used to your scheming often leaving him unaware of the future. He gladly accepted the congratulations from those around him.

After nodding to Princess Rhaenyra in gratitude for her help and thanking King Viserys, you looked toward where Prince Aegon was sitting next to his mother and Otto Hightower. It seems as if none of them were told that this announcement would be made or even that this betrothal was occurring. The queen and her father were whispering furiously to each other and to Aegon but it looked as if he was ignoring them. A common theme during any dinner. Instead, his attention was solely on you.

The weeks that followed your return to Dorne were filled with letters from King’s Landing. Rhaenyra often wrote to update you on the attempts to dissolve your union but the Hightowers. Nothing was ever successful. She assured you that the king was holding steadfast in his decision. That put you at ease. You were also receiving letters from Aegon. He was practically begging for a reply but you chose not to reward him with one. Keeping him in suspense would only make him yearn for you more.

One day, the roar of a dragon interrupted your duties. A servant rushed in to announce that Prince Aegon had arrived and was refusing to leave without meeting with you first. You should have known that he would be too impatient to wait for a reply. A short time later, the doors to your chambers opened and a rumpled Aegon was revealed to you. Noticing the fire that burned in his eyes, you quickly dismissed all the servants and attendants that were hovering around you.

You moved over to a chaise situated near the opening to your balcony. Sitting down, you crossed your legs and reclined your arm against the back of the lounge. The perfect picture of nonchalance. Wanting to see how he would play this game, you waited silently until Aegon chose to speak. “You have been ignoring my letters.” He finally did break the silence after watching you move. At least he had the decency to wait until you were comfortable before doing so. Maybe it would not take as much work as you thought to properly train him.

“I have been busy. There is much to do before our wedding ceremony. I also am my father’s heir. There is much I have to do in order to ensure Dorne’s success.” You pretend to be more interested in the charms of the bracelet that adorn your wrist instead of your betrothed moving towards you.

Aegon scoffs as he sits down next to you. “You have not been too busy to reply to my sister’s letters. She happily informs me every chance she gets that she has received yet another from you. It is embarrassing. A wife should respond to her husband and pay him even the barest bit of attention.” He pouts as if he were a child.

Getting to your feet, you walk over to a table that is laden with fresh fruit delivered to you earlier that day. Popping a grape into your mouth, you take your time to savor it because you know it will set Aegon on edge. “I find her correspondence intriguing. Princess Rhaenyra is an inspiring woman. Your sister and I are both our fathers’ heirs. We share many of the same circumstances. It is no surprise that she and I would become close in our commiseration. If you had more duties, I’m sure you would understand.”

Aegon huffs in annoyance at your continued movement. He wants nothing more than to take you into his arms, so he does just that. The prince was never that good at waiting for what he wanted and it is surprising that he lasted as long as he did. You lean against the table behind you and wait for him to get closer. When Aegon finally makes it to you, he grips your hips and pulls you flush against him. One of your hands slides up to his chest as the other wraps around his neck. Never being the tallest in his family, you stand at almost the same height as Aegon.“You are here now. You forced my hand in acknowledging you, my prince.” Whispering the words against his lips, you capture them in a bruising kiss and instantly take control.

With a groan, Aegon pulls away. He is panting with desire. “Many may think me a fool, but I know enough to understand that you planned all of this. If you did not want me to visit you, you would have replied to my letters. You would not have caused me to resort to drastic measures such as sneaking away from King’s Landing in the dead of night just to fly to you.”

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, you up the ante of your game. “If no one in King’s Landing knows that you are here, we do not have much time before a search party is sent out. It is possible that your brother is already on his way here with his mighty dragon to steal you back.” You push yourself up to sit on the edge of the table. Wrapping one of your legs around Aegon’s waist, you pull him closer to you. A coy smile lingers on your face as you reach down and undo his trousers. “We have precious little time, my prince. We should make the most of it.”

Aegon is practically speechless. His previous experience in brothels had the women doing all of the work but he was still in control. Right now, he is completely at your mercy. One would think that a prince of the realm would not want to relinquish his power so easily, but Aegon was putty in your hands as soon as he laid his eyes on you.

You pull his cock out of his trousers. There is little you need to do except for a few pumps of your fist to get him completely hard. This man is aching for you. Pulling your dress off, you lean back and prop yourself up by your elbows. “Show me how much you want me, Aegon.”

Slamming into you, Aegon wastes absolutely no time in proving to you the depth of his longing. His fingers dig into your hips, no doubt leaving crescent shape indents for you to find tomorrow. It seems as if Aegon wants to punish you for ignoring him. Not that you mind. Everything you did was to get him here and ensure that he was all riled up for you. A sweet lover is a boring one. You want him to be rough and wild and he is definitely delivering.

Aegon sets a brutal pace. Each impact of his hips against yours pulls you against the table. One of his hands has moved to finger your clit. Each brush sends an electric shock of pleasure through your body. Not wanting to be outdone, you wrap one hand around his neck. The other grabs him by his hair and you dig your nails into his scalp. Pushing yourself up, you bite and pull his bottom lip. He lets out a pitiful whimper and you soothe the pain with a kiss. There is the coppery taste of blood so you lick away the drops that came from your bite. His lips will be deliciously bruised tomorrow. There is no battle for dominance—you are completely in control of the situation. Soon, you felt your peak approaching. Your moans grew breathier. You raked your nails down Aegon’s back. The wave finally crested and you clenched around Aegon’s cock, completely overcome with pleasure. A few moments later, Aegon reached his own climax. You felt him release his seed inside of you. Overcome by exhaustion, his entire body went limp and his head fell to your chest. You pulled his head away from your breasts with a yank on his hair. “Now there’s no reason for your family not to push the wedding forward. Soon you will be mine in entirety, my prince.”

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