#it's ruined between us now. i will never be able to be honest or open w them again

[bunnihearted]

having avpd is like oooof i feel ashamed w u or like you're judging me just once it's over i'll never feel comfortable enough to show myself to u again :((((

#:// #like for example idk if i'll ever be able to feel ok w my sisters agaib #again* #they genuinely think im a loser for being 25 and living at home w no job #it's ruined between us now. i will never be able to be honest or open w them again #bc i feel so ashamed #avpd makes your brain broken and makes u feel shame for everything #and if i feel judged by you once? oooh that shame will never leave :(((

[anantaru]

"I LOVE YOU!" - "STOP SAYING THAT!" — LYNEY

sometimes lyney forgets he's not supposed to fall in love with you. wc. 800

・✶ ｡ warnings — friends with benefits, saying i love you during sex, fem! reader

"does, fuck— does that feel good?" lyney swallows a deep groan before grinding his hips into you, bending you in half as he pounds into you harder, resulting in you wincing out his name through a slacked jaw as your body overflows with excitement.

you smile a little before wrapping your arms around him, "yeah, d-don't stop," and you're beyond impressed by how easy it was for lyney to target your sweet spots like he's crafted them himself— as if he was the only reason they were there in the first place.

he angles his hips specifically to rut against them, and makes sure to alternate between fucking you hard and fast but also deep and slow to tempt you on purpose, spurring you on.

truthfully, his ability was undeniably breathtaking.

his face burns in your neck when he traps your skin in between his lips to suckle a hickey on the flesh, making sure he's always languidly thrusting into your heat— and you just feel so fucking good when you batter him with your cunt like that, squeeze down on his cock to make him whine out your name in candid mewls, so dearly that he's close to finishing inside of you.

"t-that's what i wanna hear," he grunts through rolled hips, his erection achingly hard and throbbing and ready to blow his loud into you that he's turning desperate, desperate to cum— lyney just wants this so badly right now, fuck, he needs you, okay? yearns to finally push deep into your walls and fuck you through his warm cum.

never have you been fucked just like that before— and it was thrilling, but it urges lyney to give you even more.

you always take him so well, bounce that pretty cunt back and forth his cock until you're making him thrust into you faster, better, desperately when you grip him tightly in your walls.

"archons— i love you," he whines out loudly, "just —love how you feel, just fucking love you s'much, baby,"

hold on, "w-wait, what?" you clumsily talk through a moan, but it's more of a yelp if you're being honest— and lyney seems to suddenly realize that he has just ruined this entire night for the both of you.

"what did you say?!" his noises hitch in his throat as you softly push him off your body, "lyney! answer me,"

your eyes were open in straight disbelief and terror— it's as if someone just told you the most horrifying horror-story in existence, although you were still engulfed in liquid bliss and fought the quivers of your body, you sought out his eyes and met his unfocused, slightly embarrassed gaze, his cock now completely stilled inside of you.

"I-i didn't say anything!" he panics, then whines as he slowly slides inch by inch out of your warmth, his shaft still hard and leaking, "ugh, i mean," he adds nervously and averts his gaze, "i-it's not that i love you! i mean, hm, you're great, like, only a fool wouldn't love you, right?"

in this moment in time, lyney would honestly claim anything in order for you to please just forget the last two minutes of this night.

"hey, i mean, i love this!" he swiftly points to your lower regions,

"doing this, with you! hey! don't give me that silly expression! i swear, i didn't mean you as in loving you!"

"you're not supposed to say that, lyney," you exhaustingly slant back into the disheveled pillows, "it turns things more complicated and we won't be able to continue this,"

you feel his chest rumble with an awkward chuckle as he nervously drops next to you, reaching over for a blanket to cover your naked bodies.

"yeah.." you're both still exhausted, breathing loudly from the sensitivity and the pent up stimulation forcibly exiting your bodies, the built up bubble in your stomach slowly dissolving into clear nothingness.

"this will have to be a secret," lyney continues, "between us,"

"lets pretend this never happened," you retort back almost immediately, in fact, there was nothing in this world that would make you forget this, but you could at least pretend its never happened.

after this, you're not really sure on how you're supposed to just forget this occurred and if he meant it with his whole heart— neither does lyney know how to continue living after embarrassing himself in front of the person he fell in love with, much more pretend he doesn't harbor those feelings for you in the first place while fucking your brains out next time.

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[kazemi-archive]

Reality Check pt.2

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader WC: ~0.7k     Genre: angst Summary: atsumu doesn't really think things through. he also tends to think he's done less wrong than who he's currently arguing with. mizuki sets him straight. CW: not really? atsumu being dumb but also just a baby?

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“Atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

Atsumu froze in place, hands still in the air, stopped mid dramatic wave. His mouth was still open, words of his rant halting in his throat. He didn’t know what to expect to come from Mizuki’s mouth as she sat there, rubbing two of her fingers up and down in between her eyebrows as she listened to his latest rant about how you still hadn’t reached out to apologize to him. “What?”

“I said shut the fuck up.” She dropped her hands from her face with a sigh. She was exhausted, honestly. He’d been non-stop yapping about you for weeks. She wasn’t unused to that, if she was honest. Before she’d met you at his birthday party a few weeks prior, Atsumu never shut up about you, not until she finally pointedly asked if he’d had feelings for you. That had led to an entire night-long breakdown of revelations from him. An idiot. That’s what she’d called him that night. The biggest idiot. And he was holding his title strong now. “You’re my best friend. I’m here for you. Support you. I played along with your little ‘make y/n jealous’ game that went terribly terribly wrong.”

“‘S not my fault she-”

“Shut up, I’m not finished.” Atsumu flinched a bit at the harsh tone that came from his usually playful best friend as she looked at him indifferently. “You’ve been in love with this girl for years. Years Atsumu, head over heels for as long as you can remember.” He blinked in shock, wanting to talk but knowing it was better to keep quiet. He’d seen others receive this treatment from Mizuki and he’d seen the effects of that. “You need to stop moping. Stop blaming this whole situation on her. It’s not just her fault. I’ve placated you, let you whine and bitch and moan about how she betrayed you.”

“But she-” Mizuki fixed him with a quick glare and he shut his mouth instantly.

“I was there for that argument. That blow up at the restaurant none of us will ever be able to show our faces at ever again. It wasn’t just her. It was you too. You’re just as much at fault as she is. You miss her? Talk to her. Apologize for your part in it. God do you really hold your ego that high?”

Mizuki was up now, gathering her jacket from the back of the chair she’d been sitting on and looking for the small amount of things she’d left strewn around his room from the study session they’d meant to have before he’d started in on his now daily rant. Atsumu had dropped his hands now, letting her words sink into his skin. It made his stomach want to twist up. It made him want to throw up.

“I watched her after you walked away in that restaurant.” Mizuki’s voice was softer now, like someone trying to break hard news to a child, gentle but serious as she wrapped her scarf around her neck by his door. “You didn’t see how her face changed, the hurt on it in between the anger. You were not the only person who walked out of that restaurant hurt, losing something you never thought you would.” She sighed as she pulled open the door. “If you love her Atsumu, really truly love her, it shouldn’t matter if she’s dating someone else. Talk to her. Don’t let your ego ruin every bit of your relationship with her.”

The sound of the door shutting behind her echoed in the silence. Atsumu didn’t remember the last time he’d been so quiet. He’d always tried to fill the silence with his own voice. Anything to not hear any of the doubts in his head. The ones that currently came flooding in. The ones now saying that he was being stupid for falling for you. Even more so for fighting with you. For possibly losing you.

The wetness on his bottom lashes surprised him but he didn’t try to wipe them. Atsumu couldn’t remember the last time he cried.

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#𓇻 Liberosis

[waynes-multiverse]

Drunk and/or high sex? W/ Dean or Jensen 😇🙏🏼

A/N: Picked Jensen for this since I already had a bunch of Dean requests! I imagined New Orleans in summer for this and thought the "love drug" was quite fitting. It was kinda inspired by the story of how Alison Brie started things with Dave Franco, which she told in a recent interview. Thought that was hilarious, so of course I had to use it. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking & drugs (weed & mdma), flangst, smut (thigh riding, p in v)

Word Count: 1.4k (I'm really trying here lol)

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Lavender Haze

There’s a visible haze flowing through the room, a midnight blue veil with particles of shimmering glitter in between that glistens like the night sky outside the French window. It feels surreal, like the fabric of the stars itself is blanketing you, enveloping your entire being as his plump lips touch every inch of your skin, ignite it as he worships your body. The entire universe is suddenly in your room.

The air smells of sweat, a mixture of drinks lingering on your breaths, and the damp summer heat that filters in through the open window despite the cool night air. You can’t remember how you got back to your hotel; too many shots have been downed tonight to care. Did you take a cab? Did you walk the busy streets till you landed back here? All of the above?

All you remember is the laughs, the music, the drinks, and the joint you shared with a friend in a dark alley. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d land here – with him. More drinks flowed, his irresistible smile blinded you, and a few clumsy touches of his hands on places where he had never touched you before kindled your heart and soul. He was a kid playing with matches, too stupid, too innocent to know what he was doing, what dangerous game he started to play, and you were drunk enough to set both your bodies ablaze without wasting a second thought on it.

It was a harmless text from your friend that started this whole mess: Jensen – I think you should hit that tonight. Of course, your blurry mind thought it was a glorious idea. After all, you had wanted this, wanted him for a long time now.

You never thought he’d say yes, but if you were honest with yourself, you were always scared to ask in case he did agree to your insanity, knowing you weren’t good enough, knowing you’d only ruin it, knowing you could never dream this big. Maybe that’s why you posed the most outlandish question you could think of, hoping with certainty he’d deny your request and gently turn you down.

“I have a Molly… Wanna split it and have some fun in my hotel room?”

It wasn’t like him to agree to something like this. Maybe you’ve always been a bad influence on him, but you were still majorly surprised when he didn’t even blink. He just smirked at you and nodded like it was the million-dollar question he’d been waiting for.

And yes, maybe you knew he wanted you just the same, knew he harbored a crush on you for years, knew he craved the same things you craved. It’s been written in the stars since the two of you met and caught each other’s eyes for the very first time. But call it Southern gentlemanliness or whatever, in all these years, he never made a single move – not obvious ones, at least. True to form, he was never pushy, always waiting for your pull. And God, once you handed him that rope, he lassoed you like the coolest cowboy and tied you up good.

When your back hits the door, your lungs are barely able to catch a breath as Jensen is on you the second you enter the hotel room, scared if he gave you any wriggle room, you’d leave, even though you’d never dream of it. His ample lips find yours first, claiming you in a bruising kiss that leaves you speechless. You’ve kissed before, sharing the odd professional movie kisses between your characters on a set with an audience, but this kiss is entirely different.

Real. Raw. Breathtaking.

Then, his sinful lips trail down your jaw, find your throat, and mark your pulse point purple, green, and blue. His addicting hands have been on you nonstop since you each downed that little love drug with a bottle of water. It started with minute touches – his large palm on the small of your back when he guided you out of the bar, his warm hand on your knee in the back of the cab, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine in the elevator, and by the time, you’ve unlocked the door, he was ready to downright bounce on you. He loves touching you, loves to feel your skin ignite like a chemical reaction underneath his fingertips whenever the two connect.

His aura is emerald – soft, lush, and full of hope. Relaxing. Safe.

Yours is lavender – mysterious, sensitive, and full of passion. Inspiring. Chaotic.

With every touch and every kiss, his aura intoxicates yours, infecting every vein in your body until each drop of blood feels fused to his. A haze of green and purple, inseparable by the end. It’s surreal in the best way.

The tips of your fingers tingle whenever they smooth over an inch of cinnamon-freckled skin. He’s hot to the touch, his warmth swaddling you like a snuggly blanket that feels like childhood memories and home. You never want to let go. This feeling should last forever. The strong heartbeat behind his ribs tells you he feels the same.

His knee sneaks between your legs as his hand crawls inside your panties and finds an ocean waiting for him there. His groans reverberate against your skin, your throat, your chest as you needily seek more friction on his thigh, grinding your clothed cunt against the rough denim fabric as his thick thumb strokes your clit.

“God, this is so hot… you’re so hot,” he murmurs against your neck, his free hand pushing parts of your shirt and bra down to grope one breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips until it hardens. “Wanted this for so long… So, so long…”

“Me too,” you whisper breathlessly, your cloudy brain torn between an orgasm and a love confession.

His attacks on your tit and cunt seize and still, his head slowly rising as he finds your gaze. The look in his eyes is overflowing with surprise, desire, and hope, showing a longing that’s finally sated. The hand on your breast leaves its place and cups your cheek, caressing it with gentle care.

“Yeah?”

A smile twitches on your lips as you nuzzle your nose against his and nod. “Yeah,” you admit your secret. “Of course, it is. All I need is you. I just wanna stay here forever with you.”

Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, one that hides something behind it you can’t decipher. “Good,” he says and entangles you in a kiss so deep it leaves you breathless once more as he sucks the air from your lungs while you start to think that this might be the sweetest death you could’ve ever imagined.

His hands grab your thighs, lift you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His full-grown erection presses against your pussy as you grab and bite and hold onto whatever of him you can get between your hands and mouth. Clothing items drop in haste, not sure who removes what from where, but you’re positive your lips part as he enters you in one thrust until his long, thick cock is fully sheathed by your heat, stretching your walls like no one ever has before. The delicious burn, the pleasurable sting between your thighs is a new feeling you could find yourself growing quite addicted to.

“Shit, ’m sorry…,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck at his eagerness and apologizes for his temporary loss of control, which you find quite flattering as his cock throbs inside of you while his fingers gently caress your head and comb through your hair to soothe the bits of pain you feel. “I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips and claims them in the same breath.

You smile shyly, happiness wrangling with sadness inside your heart. “It’s the drugs,” you tell him and excuse his irrational behavior, having been through this circle a few times before.

However, he shakes his head with all the stubbornness he can gather and cups your cheek, thumb caringly brushing over its rosy apple. “No, it’s you, sweetheart. Promise,” he assures you.

With a thick swallow, you nod and drop a tear on his thumb pad. “Okay… I love you, too,” you accept and cry out as he pushes back inside and never stops again.

Considering the other drabbles I did up till now and the nature of this request, this turned out oddly romantic and sweet *pats self on back* 🥰

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[doxypsychlean]

Of Seas And Skies pt.2

Previous chapter: Of Seas And Skies pt.1 (REQUEST)

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Wanna address sth rq, cause some twats want to complain abt me not using the right tags. Yeah, I gave the reader a name in this one, only cause I want for people to completely dive into the story. I don't like using 'Y/N', imo it ruins the whole thing. And let's be honest to ourselves, an accurate name is much better than having to torture ourselves with the thought of a Targ,named Emily. (nothing personal to the Emily's out there, mine isn't any better). Another thing, cs I'm getting some strong vibes said twats are feelin pissy abt this as well- yeah, I describe the reader as being mixed. Like, sorry that I described how a kid that comes from a black man and a white woman, looks like. But bffr, it was in the damn request that she's Laenor's and Rhaenyra's.

P.S. So, it doesn't rlly follow the req. Only realized it after I was done writing this. Too late now, I'm way too fkn lazy to do anything about it.

A large shadow was flying over the waters of Blackwater Bay. Valaena could barely see where they were going- both from her angry tears and the rain that had been pouring down on the capital for hours.

Quicksilver let out a shriek as he dove down. He could feel her anger run in his own veins. But there was more. Sadness and heartbreak. She was hurt. Betrayed. The dragon spread his wings before they could hit the water, then flew up.

"Dracarys!"

Thunder roared somewhere behind them, not that far away. Quicksilver let out another shriek, this one concerned and scared.

"Dracarys!" Valaena yelled out again. This time her dragon followed the order. With what came out as a sigh, he opened his strong jaws as wide as he could, fire spilling from them.

The two went through the cloud of flames, both dragon and rider shutting their eyes tight as they did.

"Valaena!" A voice came from behind them. Then a flap of wings.

"Adere!" The woman shouted, urging Quicksilver to pick up the speed.

Another lightning struck, the light bouncing off of silver and golden scales. Both dragons roared, as if agreeing that this was no time for either of them to be so far up in the skies.

"Valaena, please! Get down!" Aegon shouted, but his wife didn't react. Instead, she and Quicksilver flew higher.

"Keligon, Sunfyre, keligon! Se jelmio iksis tolī kostōba!" Aegon said.

He was right. The wind was howling, turning the rain against them. Sunfyre wouldn't be able to catch up to them.

"Adere!" He heard her voice come through the clouds, a crazed laugh following close after.

Suddenly there was no rain. No strong winds. Valaena and Quicksilver had crossed over the black clouds and were now on the other side. It was so quiet.

Then a roar, louder than anything either of them had ever heard, tore through the silence. The clouds bent and rolled, making way for Vhagar's large body.

"Princess!" Aemond yelled at her. "We have to get down now or we'll never make it out! The storm is getting worse!"

Quicksilver growled at the sight of the much larger beast. He dove down, passing right between Vhagar's claws.

The sound of the rain beating down mercilessly at the water came through once more. The darkness was back.

"Isse se iēdar, Silver!" Valaena said as she wiped the rain from her face. Another laugh tore through her lips.

Quicksilver looked down at the waters of Blackwater Bay once more, his heart beating fast. His wings were folded back, as close to his large body as they would go.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. One second they were high above, the next they could make out the angry waves, foaming like rabid dogs. The dragon tried to spread his wings, but it was too late. He hit the water, surfing on it for a bit before they sunk.

"Valaena!" A voice shouted out.

Then everything went quiet again, the water surrounding them.

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The Princess coughed, salt water spilling from her mouth and down on the sound. Then she noticed the blood. A large head wrapped around her body, weak growl coming from it.

"Are you alright?" She asked, hand running over the silver scales. "This is coming from me and not you, right?"

Quicksilver let out another growl, confirming that the blood was in fact, hers.

"Good, good..." She said, trying to get up. Her feet gave out, right one bending at a weird angle. "Help me, before they find us."

Valaena wrapped a hand around her dragon's neck as she got up. It felt weird, her hand. Numb. But it also hurt. She coughed out the last bits of water. As she quieted down, her eyes scanned around.

"The cave!" She pointed towards the bottom of the rock that was close to the beach. "We have to go in!"

Her eyes turned to look up, taking in the two shadows above them. Vhagar and Sunfyre were floating close to eachother. It came to her, Prince Aemond and Aegon were probably trying to catch a glimpse of Quicksilver's body in the water.

"Come on." She said as she turned around, limping towards the entrance.

Quicksilver followed, eyes darting to the bone that was protruding from her leg. He squinted as they entered the void, eyes trying to get used to the darkness.

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"Aegon...It's been two days now, boy. She's gone." Otto said to his grandson as he shook his head.

"No! She's still out there! I can feel it!" Aegon protested.

"No one could survive such a fall, son..." The King whispered before he placed his golden mask down on the table.

"They would have washed up on the shores, my King." Alicent said, eyes going over to meet those of her older son. " We cannot give up on them this easily!"

"Alicent! They're gone! Both of them!" Viserys yelled with whatever strength was left in his decaying body. "How do I tell Rhaenyra, tell her her only daughter is now laying at the bottom of sea..."

Without anyone noticing, Aegon had snuck out of the small council chambers. He made his way down. His feet were getting heavier with each step. Soon, he collapsed. He sat down on the steps.

"It's your fault." Aegon whispered to himself.

"It is." Aemond's voice came from behind him. "If it weren't for you and your whores, our niece wouldn't have moved away from your quarters..."

Aegon closed his eyes.

"If she hadn't caught you with one of those whores, she wouldn't have ran out of the Keep and into that storm. Now she's somewhere out there, most probably gravely injured. Waiting for the Stranger to come and get her..."

His head shot up. Aegon turned to look at his younger brother, who was standing a few steps above him.

"You think she's still alive?"

Aemond let out a hum, eye turning to look out the window and into the dark sky.

"There was no blood. Their bodies haven't been found yet. Yes, I believe she still is. For now." His eye turned to look back at Aegon. "But we're wasting time. Time we don't have."

Aegon nodded, then stood up. The two brothers started walking down the steps.

They walked to the Dragon Pit in silence.

"She was right, you know. You've been neglecting Sunfyre for way too long. He would've been able to make it through the storm, if it weren't for you keeping him locked in here..."

"That's enough!" Aegon came to a halt. "You think I don't fucking know it?!"

His whole body was shaking violently. His pale face had gone even paler in the two days since the incident. Was it from guilt or withdrawal, no one could tell...

"How long do you think it would be before our sister finds out, hm? And then what? What do we do when Rhaenyra and Daemon come for your head?" Aemond placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Think about it. Her only daughter might be laying at the bottom of Blackwater Bay, for all we know, the fish feasting on her body."

"We will find her." Aegon spat out as he shoved him away.

"I truly hope you are right, brother. Otherwise this whole city will burn down to the ground and us with it..."

A loud thud came from above their heads, pieces of stone tearing from the building. One fell down close to the two princes, then rolled down the steps.

Three eyes looked up. There, on top of the Dragon Pit, stood Quicksilver. Valaena's Quicksilver. He looked as if nothing had happened.

The dragon climbed down, then jumped. Aegon and Aemond turned to stare at the beast. Quicksilver let out a low growl as he came closer, his eyes going from one brother to the other. Then he bowed, one wing dropping low.

"Does he..."

"Get on the fucking thing!" Aegon interrupted him as he circled around the dragon.

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"You found her just in time, my Prince." The maester said as he tore the leather of the woman's pants. Then he let out an involuntary hiss at the sight. "Gods be good..."

The doors of Valaena's and Aegon's quarters slammed into the walls. In the entrance stood no other than the Rogue Prince, a crazed look on his face.

His eyes landed on Aegon. Daemon reached him with a few steps then picked him up from where he was sitting on the bed, nails digging into Aegon's shoulder.

"It wasn't enough that you got my daughter, but you also had to try and kill her?!"

A blow came to his face, shattering Aegon's nose to pieces.

No one made a move to stop him. Not even Aemond and Ser Criston. They watched in silence as Daemon took him down to the ground, kicking him in the ribs with everything he had.

"Jace?" A weak voice came from the bed. "Luke?"

Her brothers, who had been frozen in place at the entrance, bolted. They stopped on each side of the bed, then Lucerys crawled on all fours towards his sister. Both boys were crying, not even bothering to hide it from the others.

"Val?! Val, are you alright?!" Jacaerys asked as he sat down next to her and reached for her left hand.

"One hand broken, bone coming out my leg..." Valaena snorted, squeezing his hand with hers, as the other ruffled Luke's hair. "I've had worse."

"Valaena!" Aegon yelled out, tearing himself free from his uncle's grasp. By now, he was covered in blood. It was coming out of his mouth, his nose, his split brow. One eye was staring to swell and close, pale skin turning deep shades of purple and blue.

"You come anywhere near her and I'll kill you myself!" Jacaerys shot up, hand still holding on his sister's. Lucerys didn't move, eyes trained down on his Valaena's face.

"She's my wife!"

"And our sister! The one you almost killed by playing the jester!" Jace yelled back as he tried to make his way towards his uncle, but Valaena wouldn't let go.

"Have you no shame? None at all..." Luke whispered through sobs, his small hands wrapping around Valaena. "Leave! All of you!"

Aemond and Criston looked at eachother, then nodded. They went over to Aegon, each wrapping a hand around him as they pulled him our of the room.

Despite his protests, Aegon was dragged out. He watched as Valaena wrapped her arms around her brothers, the three of them weeping like children. Then Daemon hid them from his eyes, bloodied hands wrapping around the door handles.

"I have every right to be in there!" Aegon yelled out before his uncle could close the doors shut.

"The love I have for your father is the only reason I'm not killing you, nephew." Daemon spat down on the ground, then his face dissappeared behind the wooden doors.

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"How long, Grand Maester?" Valaena asked as she played with the strings of her tunic. "I wish to go out, all this waiting is driving me mad."

The old man sighed with a smile as he wrapped her hand close to her body.

"Soon, Princess. Your arm is healing fast, but your leg... I think it'd be another fortnight before you can walk."

Valaena leaned back, head slamming into the headboard as she did. She had spent the last two months walking around with crutches and another- bedridden.

All she wanted was to get out of the Red Keep and fly on Quicksilver with Jace and Luke. Her family had abandoned their home on Dragonstone, so they could keep close while she healed.

"It takes time, Princess." The Grand Maester said as he patted her on the other shoulder. The two had grown close, the old man being one of the few people aside from her family, to spend time with her.

In the first month since Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond had brought her back from that cave, the Grand Maester found himself bringing all the books in his possession to her. The Princess Valaena was the one who'd requested it. She'd already read through everything she had. Twice.

"I know, I know...Still, I want out." Valaena said, eyes rolling.

"You do go out..."

Before she could say anything else, the Grand Maester continued.

"I understand, child. But I can't let you do it. You might break it again, and then you'll have to spend twice as much time as you've already done, in here. We don't want that now, do..."

A knock came from the door. Valaena looked away from the maester.

"Come in."

Aegon hesitated for a bit, then opened the door and walked in. His eyes met those of the Grand Maester. He nodded, the man taking the hint.

"Princess! I will be back later this evening..."

"More books?" She pleaded with her eyes.

"I'll see what I can do about it. Though there's barely anything left in my private library, that you haven't read already."

They both chuckled knowingly. Aegon narrowed his eyes, then cleared his throat.

"My Prince! Princess Valaena!" The Grand Maester said as he shook the woman's good hand, then headed for the exit.

The room went quiet as he shut the doors behind his back.

"So...How have you been?"

She didn't answer, but instead threw her legs over the bed and got up. Aegon quickly made his way towards her, arms wrapping around her waist. Valaena let out a hiss, lips curving inwards as she snarled.

"Do not presume to touch me. Ever again..." She pushed him away with one hand, the other resting on the headboard.

Aegon pulled back, head dropping down. He watched her pick the crutch that was resting on the wall.

"Our presence has been requested, later this evening. The King is to host another dinner before your mother and brothers leave for Dragonstone."

She nodded as she wobbled past him. Aegon's hands shot up, then quickly dropped once he noticed the way she was looking at him.

"I will see you later then. Go." Valaena said as she sat down on one of the chairs in their chambers, waving him off.

Aegon opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He'd spent the last few months showering her with all kinds of gifts- books, jewelry, dresses. Nothing helped. The cold look in her eyes stayed the same.

"You wish me to escort you?" He finally asked, after swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Why? You wish to take someone else with you? Perhaps one of your whores?" She hissed out, not even looking up from the book in her lap.

"No, I meant...I haven't been with..." Aegon tried to explain, but Valaena interrupted him.

"That will be all then."

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Aegon was sitting in silence, eyes glued to the plate in front of him. The room was buzzing, his family chatting and laughing. Even Aemond was in a relatively good mood. He was talking to their sister, Helaena, who was sitting between her two brothers.

Valaena was on his right, just as she had on the night their betrothal was announced. She had turned her back to Aegon, her full attention turned to Jace and Luke.

Aegon eyed the wine decanter again. He wanted to pour himself a glass so bad. No, what he wanted was to down the whole thing. But he'd promised. To himself. To her.

Daemon was staring at him from across the table, hiding a smirk behind one hand. He'd spent every free moment of his time back in the capital, tormenting his nephew. In his eyes, the young prince deserved it all. He was the one who had almost killed one of his daughters, after all.

"May I offer you a glass, nephew? Yours is rather empty, don't you think?"

The room fell silent, the tension growing with each second. Aegon looked up at his uncle, but kept silent.

"You are no stranger to it. After all, that's what brought us all here. Let's pour you one." Daemon said as he got up and reached across the table.

"I don't drink. Not anymore."

The Rogue Prince let out an ugly laugh. He rolled his eyes.

"You? The most prolific whoremonger and drunkard of our house? What will you tell us next, nephew? That you've stopped paying visits to your precious whores?"

"Yes. I don't..."

Aegon looked over to Valaena, then his eyes went back his hands that were resting on his thighs. His nails were digging in so deep, he was sure there'd be marks covering his legs soon.

"Daemon, please don't do it..." Rhaenyra said as she looked up at her husband. "Not now..."

"Why? His reckless ways almost cost us our oldest daughter's life." Daemon hissed, eyes never leaving Aegon. "Only a fool would be stupid enough to believe him."

The King sat up, head turning towards his brother.

"Brother, that's enough!"

"You know... if it were up to me, I would have had Valaena wed Jacaerys, dear nephew, as I'd already been planning..." He pressed forward, the glass in his hand slamming against the table. "Instead, in my hopes that we would be able to fix what had been broken, I let you have her. And it still wasn't enough for you."

Before he could finish, both Aegon and Valaena rose to their feet. The Princess tried to walk away, but without her crutch, she found herself having to lean on her husband for support.

"Must we keep digging our fingers in a wound that has yet to heal properly?" She said, angry tears streaming down the warm brown skin of her face. "It's already done."

Valaena tugged at Aegon's sleeve, silently asking him to get her out of the room.

He almost missed it, eyes trained on her face. The Prince shook himself out of the trance as he felt her fingers wrap around his. He pushed her chair back, then led her away. Neither of them saying a word as they walked away, leaving the rest of their family to stare at their backs.

As soon as the guards shut the doors, Jace and Luke started screaming at Daemon. Soon followed the voices of their mother, the King and the Queen.

Valaena hopped away on one foot, arm wrapped around Aegon's neck. She couldn't bare to listen to them yell at eachother again.

"Wait, what?!" A shriek left her mouth as her good foot was lifted of the ground.

Aegon didn't say a word, but instead wrapped his arms tighter around the woman's waist. His other one wasn't even touching her feet, too afraid he might cause more damage to the broken bone.

Valaena tried to protest, even get away from him. Aegon only held her tighter to his chest and walked away, towards their chambers. Her chambers.

After they'd found her in that cave, the Prince took all his possessions and moved to the a smaller room, right next to their chambers. He didn't want to cause her any more pain than he already had, even if he craved to be as close to her as humanly possible. So he stayed away, only ever coming to visit her now and then.

Soon, they reached the doors. The two knights that stood guard, opened them and closed them just as quick.

Aegon walked over to the bed, then sat down. He let out an annoyed huff, his head falling down to Valaena's shoulder without even realizing.

"What did you mean by that?" She asked, slightly flinching as his forehead made contact with the bare skin of her shoulder.

Aegon let out a confused hum, not even bothering to look up at her. He took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of her perfume. Lavender and thyme, it came to him.

"You said you don't drink anymore. And also..." Valaena trailed off.

"Yes."

"Why?" She asked, pulling away to look at him.

The silver haired man looked away, his face turning just a few shades pink. If they weren't so close, Valaena would have missed it. But she didn't.

"You deserve more." Aegon muttered. "More than I've ever been to you."

The Princess hummed, finger reaching to brush away at the short locks of hair that were covering his blue eyes.

"Do you remember how close we were before? You, me, Aemond, Jace and Luke? How we used to run around the castle, wielding those training swords? The jokes we played on Aemond? Then how they'd send us off to find him and apologize?"

Aegon nodded.

"What changed?"

"Everything? We did? The world around us too?"

Valaena shook her head.

"No. They did. They turned us against eachother."

Aegon looked up at her, hand wrapping around her wrist.

"They did this." She pointed towards him. "They did this too."

Her good hand turned towards her.

"It was them that made me believe you are my enemy. And still, I tried..."

"I'm sorry..."

"Why?" Valaena asked, voice going back to its usual coldness.

"I...I don't know. It's always been like that. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"But you did. There I was, ready to forgive and forget all. I went against my own wishes and desires..."

A shudder ran through Aegon, eyes going down to stare at the floor.

"I agreed to the match. I tried to make you see me as I am. To see you as you are. I gave you my everything. So why?"

Two fingers hooked under his chin and then pulled up. Eyes of blue skies met those of dark waters.

"I was scared." Aegon admitted. "Of your actions, your feelings. I thought you were trying to trick me at first. To make me fall down, be at your mercy. Then you'd lodge one of those daggers in the back of my neck."

He took a breath in as the world around him came crashing down. He wanted to stop, to push her away again. To pour himself a glass, then another and another. To forget. But the words kept spilling out.

"Then I thought you might actually love me. And that scared me even more. I don't think I know what's it like."

"To love?"

"To be loved." He let out a sour, short laugh. "I don't think anyone has. Ever. Not even my own parents. Father just pushes me to the side and mother... Well, you know how she is."

His breath hitched as her good hand wrapped around the back of his neck. The grip he had on her waist tightened even more.

"So you did to me what they've been doing to you? You pushed me away?"

"Yes."

His chin went to rest on her shoulder, Aegon desperately trying to hide his face from her.

"What changed?" Valaena asked.

"The way you looked at me that day...When you stormed in here and saw me with her." Her nails dug in his neck at the memory.

"That's what I felt when I saw you and that silver beast hit the waters." Aegon smiled weakly. "It broke me. It doesn't come close to what you must have felt, but..."

"It doesn't." She interrupted.

"But it crushed me." He ignored her words. "The moment you came flying down past me. Aemond screaming from above that you're falling. Then you dissappeared."

He was now rocking back and forth, his grip getting weaker.

"And just like that, you were gone. And all I wanted to do was follow. It took everything in me to not jump off of Sunfyre that day. But I knew I had to find you." His voice betrayed him. "Because I had finally realized that you did it only because you truly cared. You weren't lying or trying to trick me."

Valaena didn't know what to say. She sat there, in his lap, letting him sob into her shoulder. His tears running down her skin and soaking into her sleeve.

"You might as well be the only person that had ever showed any kind of affection towards me, without me giving something back. And I pushed you away, because I'm a coward..."

"You truly are." She said after a few seconds of him breathing heavily. "And an idiot too..."

Aegon was shaking like a leaf. He expected it. Maybe more. Maybe a slap or a punch to the face. For her to break his nose, just like her father had few months back. He deserved it all.

Instead, she unwrapped her hand from around his neck and placed it on the side of his face, pulling at it so he could face her. His eyes went down, the shame too great for Aegon to ever look at her. A soft pair of lips touched his forehead. Then they pulled away.

"Don't leave me." He begged. "Please. I know I'm a piece of shit and I don't deserve it. But please, don't leave me."

"I have had every chance to do so. Why would I leave now?" She asked.

"Daemon. He said...You and Jacaerys."

"He only said it to spite you. He knows just as well as everyone else, that both me and Jace would sooner put the knife to our hearts..." Valaena rolled her eyes. "Not to mention, I already have a husband."

"One that has done nothing to deserve you."

Aegon finally felt brave enough to look her in the eyes. As he did, a thunder roared somewhere outside of the Red Keep. Just as it had on that cursed day.

"I am so sorry, Val...I will spend the rest of my life regretting what I did to you."

The woman looked away and towards the open window. Then a soft laugh came from her, white locs shaking as she did.

"It has been ears since the last time you called me that."

Aegon started laughing too, the picture of Valaena sitting in his lap and laughing ingrained is his mind forever. It was the first he'd heard her do it in years. He pulled her closer, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"Would this be a bad time to start?" He asked.

"No...It wouldn't." She replied, arm wrapping around him once more.

They sat there like that, with him smiling like a madman as they listened to the rain. Two roars came from somewhere above their heads.

"Is that...?"

"You were right. It's not fair for me to keep him locked in there." Aegon muttered.

Valaena laughed out again, then she rested her head against his.

"It's getting late. We have to get up early, to send out my family." She whispered.

The smile fell from Aegon's face. He nodded his head, then helped her stand up.

"I will see you on the morrow then." He said as his hands left her, the voice inside his head screaming at him to go back to her.

Before he could walk away, Valaena reached out for him.

"Stay."

Two pairs of eyes met. Ones the shade of clear, bright skies, and the other- of the darkest, most dangerous seas.

He was ready. To dive in those dark, dangerous seas. To let the water fill his lungs, until he could feel nothing else,but the burning sensation of drowning.

She was too. Ready to fly up at those clear, bright skies. To feel the cold wind in her face, until it gets so cold, her heart freezes and shatters into million tiny pieces.

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[magnoliapromenadegalleria]

Ray didn't do anything wrong. I know that might be a controversial take right now with Sand's heart break being so fresh, and Boston has been overdue for some black Air Force 1 energy for a minute, but before you wanna tussle, hear me out. Don't touch the mic, and hear me out. They had some open communication that they were friends. Friends who obviously have a deep attraction to each other who either occasionally hook up, or at the very least are playing a very intense game of chicken, but friends nonetheless.

Sand has said this on multiple occasions. He has said that he would never take someone like Ray as his boyfriend. That Ray is not his special person. In Yoh's kitchen Ray asked Sand if he was okay with what they were doing, and Sand said yes and that they wouldn't develop it. He can differentiate between love and sex. In Ray's car after Mew called for help, Sand said he didn't have a right to be mad at Ray. Despite how Sand feels, he is communicating that he does not take Ray seriously and that he doesn't see him in that way.

To those around them it is obvious that there is something there. Yoh, Boston, Nick, Mew, and even Sand's momma have all made comments about them. Ol' girl Summer sensed there was something between them and she knew Ray all of two seconds, and made her exit like a lady. To us as viewers there is that same clarity that there is something there. We see how they look and react to one another.

So why is it not clear to Ray? Ray sees Sand's reactions, what is he not getting? Well...because Ray can't read minds. I think at this point it is fair to say that Ray will take what you're saying at face value. He's usually not going to argue with you. Even if you take his feelings for Mew out of the equation, Sand and him both agreed that this wouldn't be anything more than what they mutually agreed on. He knows he hurt Sand by leaving him for Mew, but is that because he has a clear understanding on how Sand feels, or is it because he felt bad for leaving him? He knows Sand is upset after the fight with Boston, but is that because he knows Sand is falling/has fallen for him, or because he felt he ruined Sand's birthday with his own drama? It is very possible that they are not looking at these situations through the same lens.

I personally had to learn that even though how I know how I feel and my emotions are clear TO ME, that does not mean they are clear to everyone else. Even if they sense something is off, if I don't communicate my feelings they won't know. Everyone occupies the center of their own universe. No one can know how you feel better than you do unless you speak. We know how Sand feels because we were able to get his commentary. We have an idea of what Ray feels because what he may not convey in words, he does with how he looks at Sand. They are not getting the same insight into each other like we are with them. I wrote earlier that they had open communication between them in Yoh's kitchen. "Open" but not "honest". Sand is not being honest with Ray to avoid heartbreak, I'd say that's a wash, and Ray isn't being honest with himself because of what he thinks he feels for Mew still lingers. Their actions are honest. The time they spend together, their banter, their touches. Their words are not. It will be interesting to see the breakdown in communication the more their feelings for one another mature.

Edit: I wanted to add, Ray does not owe Sand an explanation when it comes to his feelings for Mew. Another controversial take right now, I know. They may act like a couple, but they are not one, and Sand already clocked that Ray was using him as a distraction last episode. Now that Sand knows, he needs to think about what he wants to do moving forward.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Sensational

TW: anal sex. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Anal sex with JJ. 

WORD COUNT: 1600

REQUESTED

Reader wants to try anal sex with jj but he’s not so sure about it 

Sensational 

"Fuck!" You chorused as your back pulled into an arch. His touch was effective and thorough as he left his fingerprints along every inch of your skin. If visible, he would have marked you from the structure of your jaw where he had begun until the curve of your thighs that now wrapped around him as he pulled you closer now. His elbows acted as the only means of his own support as a passionate French kiss silenced those moans expressed against his slow tongue. His taste always a favorite against even your most favored of desserts. All for the smile and the dimples that came from your interaction. And yet the most decadent sensation would be that of the very slow thrusts he performed now. 

With the capability of ruining you with brutal thrusts you knew in rare bouts of angry sex,  he was often found with slow but intense snaps of his hips such as these. The ones that weren't frequent, but deep enough to make up for the lack of speed. Teasing that edge only he could pull you to, but prolonging it for you both. 

And yet, you needed more. Every sensation felt due to him with the time you've been together. Not an inch of The Chateau or your house untouched by your naked bodies coming together in unison, there had been one thing you had never ventured beyond. 

"You want to be on top, princess?" He asked as you set a hand to his chest. The feeling of his heart hammering behind his stone torso making you smirk as it slipped easily due to the perspiration present between both of you. 

But you wouldn't answer his question. Instead, you positioned yourself away from him, a favorite maneuvering as he took hold of his cock and began to tease you from behind. 

"You know I'll finish this way, sweetheart..." He spoke into your shoulder as your lower lips were granted the pressure of his cock's head teasing the sensitive nerves well versed by this taunt. 

"I want something else..." You struggled to speak the words in their raw existence. Your cheeks already burning at the thought. But the summoning desperation between your thighs was enough to sideline any lasting embarrassment. 

"All you have to do is ask..." He kissed your back softly, taking in the sweat left behind by him as you directed his cock in your hand. 

"Mmm..." He groaned in approval as you navigated him to the opening higher than what he was used to. 

"I want you to come here..." But he didn't oblige. Instead, he was stiff. His entire body frozen to your request. It was enough of a reason for you to turn and face him. A worried and even pitiful expression worn over such handsome features. 

"But we've never done it there...I don't want to hurt you..."

"I trust you." His lips flexed into a weak smile before a secondary worry was voiced. 

"I...I don't know if I'd be able to stop...You already make it hard to last...the usual way..." 

"I want it...please..." He paused once again as you moved back against him. 

"I want to feel you everywhere, JJ...you've been everywhere else..." His eyes came closed in a roll as you massaged him against your ass. 

"My hand...my mouth...between my thighs...I want to feel you here..." You rounded your ass with your hand as if to display it for him. Scratch marks from prior desperations across your flawless skin as he bit his bottom lip. 

"I trust you, JJ..." 

"You shouldn't...Your pussy is one thing, sweetheart, but this ass..." He clenched his jaw, lowering over it and biting softly into your left cheek. A bite mark left behind as he moved even closer to the split dividing your backside. 

"We can't just go into it...I need to get you ready for me..." He slipped your dripping excess to your ass, spitting as he pried you open, his thumb teasing that same line made by the lubrication. 

"I need you to be honest if you don't like it..." You nodded as his thumb teased the puckered hole. Your entire body suddenly aware of this foreign presence as he continued this tease. 

"Breathe in-" As you did, he pushed his thumb inside of you, his middle finger returning to your natural opening. The combination forcing a silent gasp to omit as you clutched white knuckled grasps around the headboard. 

"Shit...oh my God..." He groaned, a slap to your ass making you jolt as he licked his lips. 

"Is that okay?"

"Fuck..." 

"Talk to me, princess..."

"More...please, JJ...I need more..." To this, he altered his thumb for his middle finger, circling it within as you moved into him. The pressure an odd adjustment at first before the mix of clitoral stimulation along with it somehow making everything deeper. Better. Hotter. 

"I'll start slow..." You nodded as a sudden gush of warmth set you to shudder. 

"I don't want to hurt you..." He reminded as you heard the lubrication close before being discharged back to the drawer beside the bed. An abundance used as it dripped down your thighs. 

"Stop me if it hurts...I mean it." When you didn't respond, he pulled you up against his chest. 

"Tell me you understand...." 

"I do, JJ...please...I can't wait anymore."

"I can't either..." His tip began as promised as you winced. 

"Is it okay?"

"Yes...keep going..." But the further he ventured, the tighter you got for him. His hips threatening to flex crudely as he steadied himself. His hand desperate around your breast as his troubles breaths fell to your shoulder. 

"Goddamnit!"

"Oh, JJ!" You moaned as he played with your nipple once complexly wrapped within you. But as you clenched around him, he hit your ass sharply. 

"You can't do that, it's already gonna be hard enough not to come right away."

"I want you to, JJ. You always make me feel so good..."

"I love to..."

"So I want to return the favor..." 

"Fuck..." He groaned to the way you took the lead, moving forward and snapping back at him as he rose to a position where he held your hips. But it was the observation of your body accepting him that made him borderline manic. His expression strained to keep from using you for only his benefit, threatening to ruin the selflessness he held as a lover. 

"Faster JJ-"

"If I do, I might hurt you-"

"I can take it...please..."

"I can't hurt you-"

"Please, JJ..." Your pleading silenced his worry as he picked up pace. The usual impressive stamina shifted by this new pressure as you became unhinged for one another. 

"Fucking shit!" He gasped. 

"Oh my God!" He groaned as you nodded in agreement. 

"JJ..." 

"Come princess...I promise next time it'll be longer...after I've stretched you a bit more-"

"It's perfect! You're perfect, JJ!" 

He pulled you into a kiss. A borrowed breath offered as you moaned into his mouth. The vibration sending him to act as he draped his hand to your clit. 

"You come when I do..."

"I'm close..." You threatened and informed in equal measure as he nodded. 

"I've been since we started." He scoffed as you mewled against his chest. His hand pinning your hips in place as you were taken high and forced against him as your body attempted to take over. 

"I want to know I'm not hurting you...tell me-"

"You feel so...fucking good, JJ...I'm...oh I'm gonna come. You're gonna make me come..." You whined as he sashed an arm to your nipples, twisting sensations to your nerves as the second set of fingers focused at your clit. Your body was useless to reservation as you buckled within his embrace. 

"It's so good!"

"YOU'RE so good. Fuck, I could fuck you every second and it still never enough." He offered this complaint as you nodded. 

"I love you!" 

"I love you baby...so fucking much, princess." He kissed you one final time before behind you forward. 

"My girl's taking me so fucking well...so deep..." He inhaled sharply. "I'm coming, baby I'm sorry, I can't-"

"Come, JJ...I'm coming! Come with me!"

"Fuck!" He expelled the final curse as he buckled behind you. His thighs shaking as he rammed into you, thorough and deep before flexing from within. Your release dripping down your thighs as he pulled you towards him. 

"Wait..." He kept you against him as you tried to face him. 

"I want to stay a bit..."

"You're acting like we're never gonna do it this way again..."

"I know it's a lot...and I don't want you to feel you have to-".

"Are you kidding, J? It's my new favorite..." You winked as you began moving again. 

"Already?" He asked as you nodded. 

"Again baby...I don't want you to go so easy this time..."

"You've got it, sweetheart." 

The wall wore the evidence of his altered kindness. Your throat left raspy from the way you pleaded for him. For more. And he delivered as always, having now claimed you in every way a lover could. 

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[amillieaway]

prompt: my idea of fun

“You never let loose, do you?” Granger drops onto the grass beside him, twisting her arm around his elbow. It’s such a Granger thing, physical touch. A shoulder squeeze upon arrival to class; a warm hug when approached from behind; the swift brush of her fingers in his damp hair in the misty weather.

“Let loose?” he repeats cynically. “Did you hear what that Gryffindor prat said to me?”

“You used to retaliate.” She leans against his arm, the bright scent of her shampoo wafting beneath his nose. “What happened to all those prank spells you used to know?”

“I used to be Draco Malfoy, but now I’m a Death Eater.”

“Former,” she reminds him. “And last I checked, you were still Draco Malfoy.”

“One of us could get away with school pranks. The other will face Azkaban at the slightest indiscretion.”

“Oh, I see.” She rises to her feet. “You’re afraid.”

Draco scoffs, a bolt of anger twisting his gut. “Easy for you to say.”

“True.” She searches the field, her gaze halting on something in the distance. “Was that him?”

He peeks over his shoulder, glimpsing the wanker who ruined Draco’s day. “Yeah.”

With only a spark of mischief in her eye as a warning, Granger points her wand in the boy’s direction and lets her magic run free. Seconds later, screams reach their ears. A pair of moth wings has sprouted from the boy’s shoulder blades and he’s skittering through the air, arms and legs flailing about in a panic.

Draco snorts. “Head Girl, huh?”

She shrugs. “I have an aversion to moths, didn’t you know?”

“Right, that Skeeter woman.” He remembers the jar in her hands on the train ride home in fourth year. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“What?” She sits down again, this time directly in front of him. “Put Skeeter in a jar?”

“Get back at him for me. I probably deserved it.”

“Probably,” she agrees. “But lucky for you, I find myself quite fond of our friendship.”

Draco’s irritation melts in the heat of her gaze. Fondness and friendship ring in his ears on repeat. He’s glad to fill the hole Potter and Weasley vacated this year. Friendship means everything to a girl without a family. But fondness makes his mind run wild, in directions Draco ‘Death Eater’ Malfoy’s thoughts never should go. The curve of her cheek, for instance, how soft it feels when she’s pressing her face against his arm. Or the surprisingly tight grip of her arms when she’s dragging him away from sulking to brew prohibited potions in the lavatories. Her idea of fun, and his too, if he’s honest with himself.

“What?” asks Granger, shooting him a curious look.

He’s staring.

Draco shrugs, only able to tell the truth: “You.”

A tinge of pink fills her cheeks. “What about me?”

“Just you. Everything about you.” He brushes his hand over dewy blades of grass, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest.

Granger’s mouth opens, shuts. For once, she’s at a loss for words.

“Don’t worry about it,” says Draco, hoping to avoid weirdness between them. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

She nods, lying down on her back to watch the clouds floating above them. They sit quietly for a while, long enough to hear the boy’s screams overshadowed by laughter, and then silence as a professor approaches the ruckus and dismantles the chaos of Granger’s sneaky magic.

“You know, former Draco would have done exactly this,” says Granger a while later, “hidden behind his cowardice.”

“Former Draco wouldn’t have cherished your friendship.”

Granger sits up on her elbows, staring at him through long dark lashes. “Nor would he have confessed his feelings for a Mudblood.”

The word rankles him. He hates it more than anything. “Is that what you want to hear? That I have feelings for you.”

“Only if you mean it.”

They’re on the precipice of something. It’s one of those moments in his life where things are one way today, but tomorrow everything could be different. He might learn what Granger’s mouth tastes like, or find out if the skin beneath her blouse is as soft as the back of her hand. But Former Draco wasn’t just a coward, he was selfish, taking without asking because he assumed everything already belonged to him.

He chooses his words carefully. “My feelings for you run deep, Granger, but I won’t ask for something I don’t deserve.”

“And if it’s what I want?”

“Then tell me,” he says. “I’ll give you anything that’s in my power to give.”

“You?” she asks, on her knees now in front of him.

Draco’s gaze flicks down to her mouth hovering inches from his own. “Is that what you want?”

“Will you give it to me?” A glimmer of mischief illuminates her eyes again. Gods, he loves that look. It takes him to unexpected places. Makes him laugh, stokes his ambition, persuades him to relish life again. And in this moment, it ignites every inch of him with fire.

With Granger, life is always a learning experience. Draco’s favourite lesson so far is the taste of her mouth—like summer warmth on an early spring day, salt in the drenches of mourning, sweetness in the tangle of school sheets, bliss every day he gets to call the girl without a family his own.

xx

#dramione #dramione drabble #dhr #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #amillieaway

[anamoon63]

Simblr New Years Resolution 2024

Thanks @serenasims for the tag! 🤗💗

What's your Resolution for your Simblr?

This is going to be a shock, even for me, but I want to focus more on my gameplay, keep it simple and leave the long and intricate stories for my normal writing, i.e. my non sims writing. I also want to enjoy the game more, play for the sake of playing, have fun with The Sims like I used to. It doesn't mean I won't continue the stories I've already started, but maybe I'll switch to a simpler, yet visually more appealing format. I'd like to find a balance between the visual and the written word, if that makes any sense at all. I'm talking about less words, but also less photos, to be less repetitive and hectic. I don't know, I'm still looking for that change, I hope to be able to achieve that this year.

What do you want from the Sims Franchise?

Ah, where do I start? Lol. Well, I'd like a whole new game as the Sims 4 hasn't quite finished convincing me, it's been out there for 20 years and I'm just starting to play it. Anyway, for Sims 4 in particular I would like the same as my dear friend @serenasims, you know, concerts, bands, cars…To be completely honest, I don't know if I want more stuff for S4 because my game is so in pieces now, those back-to-back updates break so many things every time they come. Doesn't mean I haven't had tons of fun with TS4! 💗 Now, if I had something to ask for it would be, open world, cars, bigger worlds with more houses, the ability to create lots and add them to the map like in Sims 3, be able to remove corrupted or ruined houses. Truth is, I would prefer if they did a whole new game, but if The Sims 5 is going to be this Project Rene thing, just please leave me out. Lastly, if I really wanted something from the franchise as a whole (because seriously, I don't expect anything from EA anymore), and if I were allowed to dream, I wish they would fix The Sims 3, remaster it, make it work for everyone (it works for me, but that takes a lot of dedication and upkeep). In short, I wish EA hadn't trashed The Sims 3 like they did, and actually fixed the bugs, if they had, now it would now be an even greater game than it already is. Ok, I didn't want this to turn into a rant, but, well, you know me. 😋

Any other New Years Resolutions?

If this question is in regard to real life, well, I'd like to start a site with my stories, non sims, the ones I've written throughout my life. But that's just a thought at this moment, I'm not really sure if I'll be able to pull it off. The resolution would be in any case, to take steps towards that, and to start writing my new novel already, cause at my age, one is more aware of the number of years one has left, it's as if a countdown has begun. I mean, I'm not that old, lol, but you never know, hence my other resolutions: take care of my health, keep exercising, eat healthy, drink more water, give up junk food, smile, have fun, be less worried about everything, etc. In other words: keep me alive and happy. I don't usually make resolutions, they are more like wishes or plans, projects that I don't know if I'll have the time or the energy to accomplish, but that I really want to pursue this year, or in the years to come. :)

I know, as usual, my post turned out quite long and incoherent, lol. Sorry, but I couldn't help myself.

Also, as almost always, my tag answers are a little late, so I'm tagging all my mutuals and followers who haven't done this one yet. 😊

#the sims #simblr #the sims 3 #the sims 4 #the sims 3 simblr #the sims 4 simblr #the sims franchise #tag game #personal stuff #tagged

[limehaspassed]

Hello! I love your work so I wanted to request this.

I have afew slasher OBSESSIONS! But at the moment Thomas is my biggest one.

I see many stories of the slashers being so excited for having lil ones. It warms my heart so big VwV

However I've been thinking alot on the scenario of "what if for some reason a child can't be had?"

With Thomas being such a family man... would he no longer want s/o if they can't have a child or maybe don't want them? Would they find another way? Or maybe just be happy with just having eachother for the rest of their lives?

It can be a sad thought, ik. But for ppl that for one reason or another cant and/or don't want lil ones... how would Thoman (or others) respond to this?

I very much need this if you're willing to do it.

Thank you so kindly either way ^w^

Unprecedented

(Thomas x F!Reader)

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In which Thomas Hewitt wants try for a baby, a wish that can never be granted.

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Diagnosed Issue

The doctor has diagnosed you with infertility, a fact that ruined any image you had of having a baby.

For a while, you went without really caring, your mind more focused on meeting bills and moving out to Texas to a family home you inherited from your father, who had passed recently.

You had no little time to think about the baby situation until you moved to Texas and met the Hewitt’s boy, Thomas. It was here that you fell in love and ended up moving in, finding a home within the Hewitt family.

For a while you and Thomas live happily together but eventually he begins to ask about a baby, seeing as he is a rather big family guy himself.

The very mention of a baby sets you off and you bawl your eyes out because you did in fact want a baby with Thomas. You wanted your own family with him but you couldn’t have it. The words of the doctor rung louder than ever the day Thomas asked you.

It took you a while to calm down before you could tell Thomas, before you could inform him that you couldn’t have a baby. He was perplexed at the situation at first but after you explained why, he understood.

He was deeply saddened but understanding, rubbing your back softly as you cried about how sorry you were for not being able to conceive.

Yes Thomas was saddened and disheartened but he didn’t hold it against you. You were glad he didn’t hold it against you.

It would take both of you a while to get used to the news but you had each other and that’s all that really matters now.

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Want Issue

You had been living with the Hewitt family for a few years now. Within those few years, you’ve grown particularly close to Thomas, the adopted son of Luda.

The two of you had an open and honest relationship, one that you both strived to make as happy and healthy as possible.

Naturally, sense there is so much love and chemistry built up between the two of you, Thomas brings up the idea of having a baby with you.

You’re first instinct is no. You don’t want a baby, you never have because it was simply a burden you didn’t want to carry.

Thomas feels rejected by this, his dream crushed because all he’s ever wanted was a baby that he could raise as his own. Of course, he believes he won’t be the best parent but he wants to try and he’s confused on to why you don’t want one.

For a while, he goes about and tries to convince you but you deny him each time. You eventually start feeling bad but you stand firm.

After a few days of failed convincing, Thomas decides to drop the subject and refuses to mention it anymore. If you try and bring it up to apologize, he’ll shrug it off and physically remove himself from the room.

You don’t know what to do because Thomas also begins distancing himself. You want him to be happy but you don’t want a baby. It causes a rift to form between the two of you.

You ended up finding a baby kitten along the side of the road and adopted it, allowing Thomas to have a “baby” without having an actual child to take care of.

Thomas was iffy about it at first but grew fond of the little cat and quickly grew into an excellent cat father. You were the mother but you allowed Thomas to be the main parental figure, seeing as you never wanted a child in the first place. However, if Tommy asked you to hold the kitten for a while, you wouldn’t object.

After all, the kitten wasn’t so bad.

Thomas became more vocal and close after that, as if a breath of fresh life had washed over him. You were glad he was feeling back to normal and he was smiling again.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #texas chainsaw the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre #angst #thomas hewitt angst #female reader #f!reader

[your-phantomfield]

CARL = CLOVER

i .. ii .. iii circa 2198 for @tokufan400

I.

What Carl Clover has had to live through would change anyone. The things he’s seen are the kinds of things one usually can’t find outside of a war zone. In many ways, his experiences have made it impossible for him to relate to others his age.

And considering who was behind the horrors he’s faced, it’s even worse with those older than him.

He knows adults are smarter than him. They know things he doesn’t, they’re able to hide things and lie to your face in ways he never would have imagined two years ago. They can hurt you in ways he couldn’t have made up in his worst nightmares.

So Carl doesn’t take any risks with those older than him. He can’t afford to. Not now- not with Ada depending on him.

II.

Because of this, it isn't easy to get through to Carl. His trust is hard to earn. The walls he puts up get higher in proportion to the age difference between you, and the power difference that creates.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need someone looking out for him. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be able to trust again. But to build that relationship with him, you have to be patient.

He keeps his distance by presenting as unfalteringly polite. This chilling formality is how he’s learned to protect himself, how he keeps himself from being tricked or used- so don’t try to push past it. Let him set the pace if you want to get close to him.

Try to treat him like an equal early on. That kind of respect will do more to prove your good intent than anything else could.

III.

He’s had plenty of people start off expressing concern for him, only to turn around and treat Ada like a monster. You have to avoid that if you want to be in his life. Try to be compassionate toward Ada. She may not look it, anymore, but she’s just as much of a traumatized child as he is. She’s worse off, in his opinion- at least he still has his body.

Be honest with him, of course. You’re not going to be able to understand her. Don’t try to pretend to be able to- you’ll do just as much damage by ignoring her ‘condition’ as you would by ignoring her humanity. But do respect what she was, at least, and what she still is to him.

He says she speaks to him. So trust him on that. Ask him to translate for her so that she isn’t left entirely out of conversations, just like you would for a ‘normal’ child with a disabled or speech-impaired sibling.

IV.

Meet him on his own interests. Even before his life was torn apart, Carl was always a little different. Sheltered, shy, oddly mature- being born into aristocracy made him a little… stuffy.

If you want to foster a surrogate sibling relationship with him, keep that in mind. Even in a good mood with his walls down, he might not look like a stereotypical fourteen year old boy. He’s not up to date with memes and doesn’t ‘get’ a lot of them. There may be some video games he’s open to trying, but he is prone to regurgitating that “I was told they rot your mind, we should play a more stimulating game instead” rhetoric. He thinks music with cuss words is pedestrian. (Yeah, this is the kind of kid that calls things “pedestrian.”)

V.

He loves chess, and he’s had no one to play with for a long time. He used to play with Ada, but she’s lost the dexterity to move the pieces; when they’ve tried to play, she ends up knocking the chess board over on accident, drawing attention to just how much they’ve both lost and unfortunately ruining the mood. So play with him. Even if you don’t know how or aren’t very good at it, he likes to teach, and it’s nice to see him have a chance to be all smug about his win streak- a chance to be a normal, bratty kid about something inconsequential.

If you humor him enough, he might be willing to try out some of your ‘more simple’ interests. He’s no good at sports, but as long as you encourage him, he can have fun with things like basketball or volleyball, where movement speed and quick thinking is more important than brute strength.

As for games those ‘brain rotting’ video games, he might never really ‘get’ first person shooters, but story driven games might be up his alley. Get him hooked on some good visual novels or JRPGs, he’ll like them more than he expects to.

VI.

There are actually a lot of hobbies he used to have that he was forced to abandoned after what happened to Ada. He and his sister both played violin, once upon a time. The incident stopped them, each for their own reasons- Ada can’t hold an instrument properly anymore, and Carl doesn’t have the space to be carrying around anything superfluous while living on the road. He used to read a lot, too, but his books had to be abandoned for the same reason as his music; he can’t be carting around a library from city to city.

It would be great if you could help get him back into the things he used to love. Buy or rent a violin for him; he can play it all he wants while he’s in town, and leave it at your place while he’s gone. Keep some books for him, and on occasion, offer to read to him. His sister used to read to him all the time, and he loved it. It’s one of the million things he misses about his old life.

VII.

On that note, invite him into your home, if you can. Whether you’re able to offer him a whole room or only a couch, that stability represents the end of his loneliness. Give him a place to keep his things, a place to return to when he’s about to fall apart, a place where he knows someone is waiting for him.

He’ll never be able to stay; his work is not yet done. So don’t insist. Don’t try to be his parent, don’t try to set curfews or bed times- just be there for him. He’ll come and go as at his as he needs to, but as long as he can trust you to see him off with a smile, he’ll keep coming back.

Whether he’s staying for days and waking up to share breakfast, or showing up at your door unannounced in the middle of a rainy night; give him a place where he’s welcome.

A ‘home base,’ at least, if he’s not yet ready for to accept a ‘home.’

VIII.

Speaking of breakfast. Could you cook for him? Even early in your friendship, before he’s willing to trust you, he’s always open to food. No matter how much he insists on his independence he still needs to eat.

He’s a horrible cook himself, so he hasn’t done the best job keeping himself fed while on the road. When he has money, he can buy himself a meal, but there aren’t a lot of restaurants that will allow him to go in with Ada without making a scene. He’s gone hungry often, and he knows it’s a problem; it weakens him and slows him down as a vigilante, and it worries his sister.

A home-cooked will melt his heart. He’s missed his sister’s cooking so much- this may not be able to make up for that, but it still means the world to him.

#carl clover #x reader #platonic #tokufan400 #the x reader tag might not be entirely accurate because this isn't exactly a ship thing #but I find it important to tag things consistently so that folks who want to avoid seeing any kind of reader insert stuff in tags can block #(salute)

[aloneatpeace]

In Another Universe

Chapter 25

A new era

The truth about life is, it's a sort of mystery a puzzle that we learn to understand as we grow old or one never knows, its different to every single one of human beings. Its not always rainbows and sunshine there will be storm that could make you stumble down in to depth of endless darkness or it would end you whole there is no in between. You will never know what a person go through once the curtains are closed.

Let's be honest no matter how kind and passionate you are things will happen your life that make you question everything. You will encounter people who wear all sort of masks, everyone including you wears a mask once you step out. The mask of false confidence, the mask of false kindness, fake love, fake compassion to infinite masks now some might be to protect one's self but some are just worn by horrible person.

And you should be able to identify those and protect yourself otherwise you surely will be treacherously defected and then there is another one which is one's own actions and desires that cause the downfall of ones.

Bonnie Sheila Bennet, a witch born carrying powerful blood line a woman of immense potentially one who is cable of achieving and creating wonders is shackled by those around her, broken by what happened to her.

She knows that life was not fair to her as well as those who around her, but she let them ruin her life and others around her had a hand in that both intentionally and unintentionally.

She lost everything and deep down she knows, everyone knows whose fault is that. Her grandmother was dead, doing something that was not worth it for anyone. Her father was murdered her mother lost her magic become a vampire and died she was used almost everyone she meets, a toy to psychotic killer, a weapon by those who claim to be her friends her boyfriend cheated on her died, and sacrificed her self to save his life. Finally having a happy day with her love of her life only to watch his heart get ripped out of his heart with her own life.

She lost everyone in her life that was essential in her life and died countless of time. What is life huh? Or more like how is this a life?

This is life. This is the life of bonnie bennet.

Finally done packing her pack she sighs closing her eyes for a minute she taken in a deep breath, she takes her luggage and walk into the front into the leaving room where her friends sitting a last get together.

"You sure you want to go" Caroline asks

Bonnie gives her a small smile "yeah, I need this" I need to get out of this place. She wanted to add that but didn't.

"Well, you come back when you miss us "Damon said as elena and him sitting on the couch with her head on his shoulder.

Bonnie opens her arms Caroline was the first one to embrace and elena followed by Damon and matt. As they share a final hug with bonnie an uninvited but not unwelcomed guest come in.

"bonnie" the voice calls out making them break the hug all of them stiffen at the site of the guest, Bonnies eyes starts to get teary as she taken in the site Infront of her.

"What the hell?" Elena's mouth hang in disbelief

"Enzo?" bonnie whisper

Caroline who is the last vampire among them stand Infront of them "he is a human" she states hearing his heartbeats.

"that's not possible" Damon says Caroline speeds towards him with intention to know who is that.

"Caroline no" bonnie says but before Caroline can grab him by the throat a red mist cover Enzo and she was thrown away to side making the shelf break.

"Who are you?" Alaric asks

Enzo was still looking at bonnie as he says "trust me bonnie I don't know how I'm alive. But I'm your Enzo, you have to believe me"

Bonnie finally understands what happening and how he is alive "she lives" she says looking at Enzo slowly walking towards him.

"Who is? do you know how I'm alive and a human?"

She nodes "y/n. the scarlet witch lives"

The mountain of wundagore seems glitch as the fallen rubbles recatch themselves a red mist in the air, the throne builds itself pieces by pieces, then stand completely perfect at the top of the mountain inside the temple you float in the middle your attire is now bright red no black overlapping, fingers no longer black, you open your eyes that glow fully red now. 

Series masterlist

#tvd x reader #spn x reader #caroline forbes #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebakha mikealson #vampire diaries x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #sam and dean #dean x castiel #castiel #scarlet witch reader #scarlet witch au #reader insert #the marvel universe #tvd x tw x reader #tvd x spn #x reader #harry as Alex #harry styles as vision #marvel crossover #vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries

[vynnytypesstuff]

hey so how do you think Ryuji/Skull would deal with a new member joining the phantom thieves. After strikers another Palace/jails showed up. He develops a crush on this new member. After 10 months, they have a break between the big mission as they are waiting for more things to happen, crush sends a serious sounding text to come meet up. It’s important. Crush confesses to him that they like him and was wondering if he’d like to go on a date with them when this is all over?

꒰୨୧﹒Persona 5 - Hcs for Ryuji Sakamoto with a Crush on a New Phantom Thief

This is a really cute request! Hope you don't mind the beginning being a bit vague, but hey, leaves more room for the imagination.

Warnings: None

Ryuji Sakamoto

• A year had passed since the Phantom Thieve's final encounter with False God Demiurge. Considering the uneventfulness of said year, they figured that their services to society were finally over. Alas, it was never that simple

• Trouble began to arise as new victims were being targeted by an unknown party. Soon enough, dungeons began to arise once more. They were a bit different from palaces and jails, but they shared one thing in common. They were dangerous and did more harm than good

• As much as Ryuji enjoyed kicking ass, he didn't know how to feel about having to continue the whole Phantom Thief charade, though it's not like he could find it in himself to stop with his strong sense of serving justice

• There was one good thing that came out of this whole ordeal, however, and that was the arrival of a new Phantom Thief. You had connections to the first victim of these palace/jail-like dungeons and had involuntarily wound up into one alongside the Phantom Thieves

• Luckily, you had a strong will with a desire to fight, and you were to able to unlock your Persona

• The Phantom Thieves (a bit cautious due to their unfamiliarity with you) didn't see any harm in having a new addition. You seemed to mean well and had an honest interest in assisting them, so after a group discussion, they invited you to join the team

• Now, this wasn't the first time the Phantom Thieves had gotten a new recruit, especially for Ryuji. After all, he was the Phantom Thieves third member (if we're counting Morgana), so this shouldn't have been a huge deal

• And it wasn't, at least, at first. Ryuji had always been on the friendly side, so he eagerly welcomed you into the group, cracking a few light-hearted jokes here and there to help you feel comfortable. The smile he managed to conjure from you made his heart thump in his chest, but he was quick to shrug it off

• He didn't initially realize it, but for whatever reason, he had become enthralled by you. He found himself sneaking glances at you during meetings and watching in awe at how you're able to carry yourself in battle. When you were in the room, his attention would slowly drift towards you. It's quite literally puppy love

• He begins to find excuses to be around you. "Hey [Name], I've got this huuuge exam coming up and I could use some extra help." "[Name], I heard about this new ramen place that opened down the street and it'd be cool if someone could taste-test with me!" "I heard that you really wanted to go [insert place that requires a ticket here] and I've got an extra ticket, wanna come?"

• It isn't until Ann begins to tease Ryuji over his behavior with you that he starts to realize he's developed a crush: "Great, freaking fantastic." (sarcasm)

• He ends up keeping his crush to himself. 1) Because he's afraid of scaring you off and ruining his friendship with you, and 2) With Phantom Thief business becoming more hectic as they drew closer to tracking down the culprit, he didn't want to overwhelm you with anything else

• Little does he know that you've been harboring a crush of your own. You admired his loyal and thoughtful he was, not to mention his goofy nature brightened your day. You had enjoyed getting to know him during your time in the group, and didn't want to stop talking to him once everything was over. Sadly, you hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him about it with all the crazy things that have been happening

• 10 months have passed since the two of you met. The Phantom Thieves have decided to take a momentary break during their long-awaited moment of calm. You didn't know what dangers were lurking in the future, so you decided it was now or never. You picked up your phone and sent a text to Ryuji telling him to meet you outside the arcade

• A few minutes past before Ryuji notices your text. He types up a reply saying he'll be there soon. He was already out buying groceries (per his mom's request) so it doesn't take long before he reaches the outside of the arcade

• You had been anticipating this moment, standing in front of the arcade and trying to figure out what to say, but as soon as you here him shout your name and walk towards your direction, your thoughts overflow and you can't help but blurt out "I like you!"

• Ryuji is confused, so he does what feels natural and tries to play it off as some sort of joke

• You clarify that you aren't joking and confess that you've had a crush on him, pouring your heart onto a silver platter before asking if he'd be up for going on a date once everything is over

• A few moments pass as he stands there and blinks, trying to process everything you just said before excitedly pulling you into a hug. He tells you that he's felt the same way and that you beat him to the punch

• Ryuji isn't one for waiting. He likes to do things in the present, so he asks if you want to try doing a mini-date after he drops the groceries off at home. If the answer is no, he'll respect that answer and wait. If the answer is yes, you two will probably come back to the arcade or eat out somewhere

• "This is only the beginning. Wait 'till all of this crazy stuff is over. I'll give you a date you'll never forget!"

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 #ryuji sakamoto x reader #phantom thief reader #fluff #headcanons #askblog #askbox is open #vynnytypesstuff

[smartycvnt]

boiling point

pairing: kenny omega x reader

summary: tensions finally boil over between you and kenny

AEW was the last place that anyone assumed you would go. The indies hadn't been perfect, but they had always been kind to you. You'd work bigger and smaller promotions just to get around and get more experience. It wasn't that you had anything against corporate promotions, but there had never been a whole lot of interest directed towards your career. And by the time that AEW had started picking up more attention, things between you and Kenny Omega were at their worst.

Most people didn't know what your feud with Kenny was about. At times, you wondered whether or not the two of you were even on the same page about why you seemed to hate each other. At first, it was just a bit of butting heads because of clashing personalities, but over time, it got volatile. You doubted that it would be as big of a thing as it was if the two of you had been able to keep your heat private, but in the age of social media, nothing was anymore.

Everybody had been shocked when you made the move over to AEW, but fans were happy to see you getting more recognition. There were rumors about Kenny not having as much to do with the bookings, so you didn't think that you'd get stiffed. Once you got there though, it seemed like Tony Khan had just wanted a big name to use as a jobber. It was grating on your nerves and patience, but you took it in stride as you thought about the fact that you were the new girl at the company. However, there was only so much that you could take before you finally blew up. And tonight had been the boiling point for you.

"Tony, get your ass out here!" you shouted as you pounded on Tony's office door. You knew that he was in there, watching the show from the safety of a locked door. You weren't the only one with grievances to air, but you did have a reputation for being a hothead. It was expected at times from the guys, but not from the women.

"He's not gonna open that for you," Kenny said as he stepped up next to you. You leaned your arm against the door as you turned to face him. "Maybe try asking nicely, it goes a long way."

"Tonight is not the night," you warned. Kenny just brushed it off and stepped a little closer to you. "Back up."

"Come on, you need to take a walk," Kenny said. He seemed genuine, so you stepped away from the door. He smiled and grabbed your hand, tugging you along with him backstage. There were definitely several pairs of eyes on you as you let him lead you around, but nobody intervened.

"Okay, we're walking, but where are we going?" you asked. Kenny shrugged as he pushed open the door to a stairwell. He started to close the door, but left something to keep it propped open a little. "Be honest with me, did you tell Tony to bury me?"

"Why the hell would I do that?" Kenny asked. He knew that you didn't like him, but he had no idea that you thought he'd stoop to that level. A part of him was offended, but Kenny still wanted to hear you out.

"We've been at each other's throats for years. I know that you've got pull, and it would be the ultimate rip to bring me in just to do this to me," you told him. Kenny frowned immediately. The two of you had done a lot to each other in the past, to the point where the safest course of action in your relationship was complete avoidance. Still, Kenny would never have done this to you.

"This is your dream. Whether we like each other or not, I wouldn't try to ruin it for you like this," Kenny said. You glanced up from the spot on the floor where you had been staring to find him hovering about a foot away from you. "When Matt and Nick asked if Tony would bring you in, I was hesitant, but you deserve to be here. I don't have a lot of pull with him right now, but I'll tell Tony he needs to redo your booking."

"Winnipeg," you said quietly. Kenny opened his mouth and immediately closed it. He sat down on the stairs next to you, almost as if the memory had taken a lot out of him. "You said you'd fucking ruin me if it was the last thing you ever did."

"I didn't mean it like this," Kenny said quickly. You glanced over at him to see the multitude of emotions on his face. You didn't know why, but you felt the need to console him. Winnipeg had been bad, and definitely the catalyst for things becoming irreparable. "I was angry and hurt. I should have kept walking away when you stopped me."

"I'd never let you do that," you told him. Kenny laughed a little, knowing that you would have chased him all night if you had to. A heavy silence fell over the two of you, one that seemed to pull the two of you together. Kenny was getting closer and closer, so close that you swore he was going to kiss you, but before he could, it was broken up.

"Hey, the Bucks sent me to look for you two. Everything okay?" Brandon asked, completely oblivious to the moment he was breaking up. You and Kenny jumped away from each other immediately. Kenny stayed on the stairs, but you got up and walked away, deciding that you needed to shower to clear your head a little more.

"Hopefully it's all a little better than it was before," Kenny said as he clapped Brandon on the back.

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 17

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 2.8k includes: making up with damian or what I like to call ‘Brian and stewie locked in a vault episode’

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Chapter 17: Special Enough | ao3 - wattpad

“So, now you know.” You nod, not sure what he's feeling. It's almost like he's completely shut off from you. 

“What exactly do you know?” 

“Uh,” You scratch your head. “Everything?” 

He squints at you, hands still poised behind his back as he assesses you. You shiver under his intense gaze but wish you hadn’t. His eyes flash with something you easily recognize as lust in response. 

“What do you want from me?” 

This is Damian being vulnerable, you realize and you want to be open with him too. 

“I want to end this.” You now know what you want now and you weren’t going to continue to string him along the way you had been.

“Then end it,” He looks at you expectantly and you wonder if his hands are twiddling behind his back. 

After all these years of unknowingly leading him along, missing all the signals, breaking his heart…

It’s now or never.

“I’m sorry,” You start only to trail off as you collect your bearings. 

This is your best friend and it’s a really difficult situation. You know that what you say needs to be clear, honest and well thought-out. You can’t afford to botch the apology when there’s so much riding on it. 

You can practically see the emotion already rising to his usually blank face and realize any misstep, anything misspoken, could send the one constant in your life crumbling to ruins right before your very eyes. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if so.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” You hear the guardedness in his voice.

“I did like you and, obviously, you’re attractive as hell.” You blush at the memories of the handful of nights spent together getting each other off, then never mentioning it again. Always in the dark and never daring to expose yourselves fully. “You just have a lot going on and so do I. There’s so much past between them and us,” His eye twitches lightly without even having to mention their names. That signature spark of jealousy you're so used to seeing from him makes you shift uncomfortably, “I want to start clean with them and I think this is the first step.” 

“I see.” 

Without realizing it, you subconsciously tried to change the subject, “Did you ask Jon out?” The question pops out before you can stop it.

Damian’s obviously taken aback by the random shift in conversation after such a raw admittance. 

“Why do you care?” He sits down finally, but on the opposite end of his huge leather sectional. 

You get up and close the distance but leave enough space so that he doesn't feel smothered. He just looks away, seemingly more amused with the side table next to him than with you a cushion away. 

“I feel like you can already read me, maybe even better than I can read myself even,” You shrug. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, you already know why I care?” It comes out more like a question than anything.

He sighs in annoyance, “I can’t just read people.” 

“If you’re the Robin I suspect you are,” You’re the one squinting now. “You’re not just any Robin, you’re a trained assassin from the League.” 

He doesn’t look surprised, though he does seem a bit caught off guard by your quick-witted deduction. “So you do know then,” You nod. “Took you long enough, I suppose.” 

He still refuses to look at you, so you repeat your earlier question.

He eyes you up and down before responding simply, “No.” 

“Why?” 

He turns slowly to you now as if he’s letting you in on a secret. “I’m not sure why, but you appear to be stopping me.” 

“Am not!” You protest with exasperation. “This is why I’m here, Damian- to end this.” It’s quiet as you take each other in as if you’re finally seeing the real person underneath after all this time.

Much like your random shift earlier, Damian swiftly changes the subject.

“You’d think finding out your childhood boyfriend was Robin would have you freaking out a bit more.” 

If only he’d been there to see you figure everything out.

“Oh, it did,” You laugh quietly, only to abruptly stop. “Wait- boyfriend?” 

“We were dating, weren’t we?” He quirks a brow at you as if he’s shocked he even has to ask.

��See! This is what I’m talking about.” You can’t believe you couldn’t see it until tonight. “We had no communication and, in the end,  we both just ended up getting hurt!” 

“I hurt you?” 

“Yes!” You admit, “I was so confused and I didn’t want to hurt you, but it seemed like everything I did just ended up doing so anyway. I love you, Damian. I always have,” You almost miss his light gasp as you gather his coarse hands into your own. “It may have changed meaning over time, but it still remains true. You’re my best friend at the heart of it and I will always love you.” 

“But you’re not in love with me.” 

That’s the question you’d been asking yourself all these years. 

“I think you’re very important to me, but I-” You pause, thinking back to how you’d technically never been asked out by him. Regardless, you’d done so much together… “No. I think it’s changed.” 

It was always so blurred. You were always so... unsure.

Now you know you're sure.

“Perhaps,” He says.

“And what about you? What do you think about all of this?” It's only been you divulging information, but you're dying to know what he's thinking.

“I think I missed my chance.” 

“Maybe,” It escapes your lips before you can prevent it.

You suck in a shocked breath when Damian moves closer in an instant, invading your personal space with a familiar ease.

“Maybe?”

You let him. 

Maybe you- he… Maybe he needed this, one last kiss, to finally end things. 

His hand comes from behind his back to trickle along your jawline, flicking it upward to look at him. His intense honied eyes meet your own, silently asking for permission.

No.

No, you can’t.

It's a selfish slip-up. It leaves you wondering what the fuck you're doing giving into the same fucking cycle like this.

No. You won’t allow yourself to hurt anyone anymore. Especially not the people who had been there for you when no one else had.

“I can’t do this,” His name is barely a whisper. 

It’d be wrong. 

No, it wouldn’t just be wrong. It’d be a total betrayal not just of your friendship but of your ever-present feelings for Jason and Roy as well.

You shake your head as you shift backward to regain the space between you. He pursues forward anyway.

His hands find your face and your hands cover over top of his without thinking. “Why?” His voice cracks painfully. Your heart absolutely shatters. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“Damian,” You cut him off. “Please don’t make it like this. You have Jon!”

If anything, you’d been nothing but supportive of him being with someone else- especially someone like Jon. It’s obvious Jon’s calm demeanor does wonders for Damian’s sometimes sporadic temperament. Though Damian isn’t necessarily an angry person, he doesn’t always know how to keep a level head. Jon, on the other hand, always seems to be the determining factor that evens out Damian’s tempestuous scales. It’s no secret that your relationship dynamic with him had been, well...

Turbulent.

Though you’d never really dated him, your relationship never had communication, which had ultimately led to jealousy and grudges.

Your relationship with Jason and Roy had always been taboo, not to mention unconventional and, yeah, turbulent too. But with the flood walls collapsing around their secret identities, it all finally seems to be going in the direction you’d always hoped for. 

After all these years and seeing them in this new light, Jason and Roy seem to have matured and figured out all the things that had made you so hesitant to be with them in the first place. They're no longer dancing around their sexuality, your ages aligned more appropriately, they’ve settled down and they finally, realistically, seem within reach. 

They have what they want in life and you want to be a part of it. You’ve made your decision and you’re sticking with it.

Speaking of want…

“I want you,” He hisses, “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Your stomach churns painfully, thinking back to what Stephanie said. “Why? Why can’t you just give in?” His lip quivers, “Why can’t you give in for me? What do they have that I don’t? I’ve never strung you along. I’ve always been there for you.”

“Dami,” 

“Don’t,” He cuts you off venomously, “You don’t get to call me that right now.”

“I’m sorry.” 

You mean it.

“You know, I actually believe you for once,” He laughs humorlessly. “So, you’re really done with me, then?”

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I’m here to end this,” You restate your intent. For yourself or Damian’s sake, you don’t know. You shake your head, allowing your hands to drop from his. “I’m sorry to have even caused any pain in the first place. I really didn’t mean to. Like, ever,” You hold up your pinkie, which he looks at distastefully until you finally lower it shamefully. “We were young and we still are, but I think we can get past, well, the past and still be friends. Damian, you mean so much to me and you really have something good going on with Jon. Don’t ruin that because of some lingering unknowns with me.” 

“Understood,” He nods, though his hands continue to linger on you for seconds more before giving you a little more space. At least you're talking again. At least you’ve made it all somewhat right. “Then why try to kiss me, then,” He glares at you. “Even now?”

You don’t mention that he was the one who made a move because you had nearly let him. You already feel bad enough about letting him get so close, but hearing how it'd obviously affected him stings at your heart. 

You’re supposed to be ending it, not leading him on more.

You blush, “I wish I had something that told me when I was making the right decision, but I don’t. I’m young and indecisive, but when I feel like…” You trail off, thinking of the unorthodox home you've managed to squeeze yourself into. “When I feel like I have something I need to keep, I know I need to do right by it wholeheartedly. At least this time around.”

You know he’s heard you, but he just takes in the moment pensively, running his index finger along his jawline. 

“Are you sure? There’s no coming back from this,” Damian whispers your name. 

You nod, “I know.” 

You do know. This all has to end before anything else can begin.

“And you’d truly do anything to do right by them?” His honied eyes flicker with one last ember of hope amongst the smoky rage.

“Everything in my power,” You remain firm.

“Very well,” Damian looks at you finally with a friendliness you’d come to miss ever since your spat. “Back to business, then. I’m sure you’re curious about the coin.”

“What coin?” Your head tilts questioningly.

You see the beginnings of a smirk form on his tanned skin. He rifles around in a locked drawer in the kitchen before producing a thick, scratched-up coin. “They didn’t tell you about the lead?”

Everything in my power.

You've laid it all on the line and they're still hiding and omitting shit from you? Have you made a mistake putting all your eggs in Jason and Roy’s basket?

“No.” Your one word speaks volumes. He motions you over and you easily sidle up beside him to get a closer look. “Two Face,” You supply easily.

"Yes," He nods at your deduction. "I found it in your apartment right before the bomb went off."

Damn.

If Damian isn't keeping shit from you, who are you to keep anything from him?

“I’ve been doing some research of my own. I can’t help but think that it’s connected to the mugging and robbery that happened a month or so ago.”

“This goes deeper than a couple of lackey’s bruised pride,” He chides your naivety. “No, this is something more maniacal.” 

•••

When you get back to the apartment, Stephanie’s gone. However, Jason and Roy are on the couch with crossed arms and... Jason wears reading glasses?!

They eye you up like disappointed parents waiting for you to get home past curfew. Well, from what you’ve seen in the shows, at least. 

All you can focus on is checking them over to make sure they're okay. Your brief inspection proves that they're largely unharmed aside from a little cut on Roy’s stubble-covered chin.

You hadn’t forgotten that Damian had been the one to keep you in the loop even though they’d preached openness. Hell, you know Jason's still hiding something from you.

You sigh as you drop your bag to the floor by the entrance, rolling your eyes at Jason’s displeased grunt. You’d pick the dumb thing up in the morning. Right now, you have other pressing matters to attend to.

You make your way over to them with your hands held up in surrender, “Am I in trouble or something? You guys are in serious dad-mode right now.” They just look at you in the dim light from the one lamp in the room. Jason has the audacity to shift his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you approach Roy to inspect his cut from close up. “Why’s it always only you getting hurt?” 

“You calling me a shitty fighter, princess?” 

“Just making an observation,” You lean down and kiss the cut. It's not meant to be as close to his mouth as you'd got, but, to be fair, the cut does come up right under his bottom lip. It really can't be helped. “This one will definitely heal a lot faster than the other one, though, that’s for sure.”

Roy still just seems stunned you've just kissed him so close to his mouth.

“Soo,” He drawls out, finally collecting himself. “You get any?”

You wish your glare would cut straight through his dumb fucking head. How can they remain so oblivious to your obvious affection and unrelenting devotion?

“No, actually, I didn't.” You plop down onto his lap as if to prove your point. “Still just as sexually frustrated as I was when I left.”

You watch Roy bite his lip, undoubtedly biting back the urge to say some dumb sexual shit you know you’d eat up.

“Missed out on getting laid by thee Boy Wonder?” He laughs, but it falls flat. “Color me surprised.”

“Try not to sound so jealous about me seeing my friend, Roy. You’d think the two of us were dating or something.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes, “Besides, sure seems like I’m a lot closer to your dick right now than his, anyway, right?”

He gulps under your slitted gaze. 

It feels good to be the one leading the teasing rather than being on the receiving end of it. Example being: earlier this morning with Roy’s dumb housewife comment. You were still recovering from the embarrassment…

“Yeah,” He eventually manages and shifts under your weight before lifting you up like you weigh nothing. 

He plops you down next to him before swiftly replacing the empty spot in his lap with the pillow next to him, holding onto it in place like a lifeline. That is, until Jason practically skipped over to snatch it from his grasp. 

“Hey! Fuck you, bro. Put that back!” 

“Don’t call me ‘bro,’ bro.”

When Jason lets go, Roy yanks back at the same time. Roy grunts as he falls backward into your lap. 

You look down at his worried face, then to the tent in his boxers.

“Oh,” You’re rendered speechless.

Maybe causing embarrassment isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

It's your turn to bite your lip as you imagine his aching cock that strained just below the thin fabric. Roy doesn't miss this as he sits up and draws you languidly to his lap again, though this time, just out of reach of his current predicament.

“What you said earlier about it being connected,” Jason's coarse voice draws your attention away from his boyfriend. “We think it’s an organization of multiple big hitters possibly.”

“Remember when Jason said you were right and you said you knew?”

“Yeah,” How could you forget when you’d almost shot Jason (as Red Hood) in the back?

“Well, we need your help.”

“With what?” You shift on Roy’s lap to better look at him, but Jason’s voice is the one that stirs again.

“What do you mean?” He looks at you somewhat incredulously. “You said you knew.” 

“Yeah,” You state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I just like people telling me I’m right.” 

Roy laughs, jostling you as he smacks the side of your thigh, “Well, we need your help hacking into to shit. You’ve got the biggest brain around here, so you’d really be helping us out.” He phrases it like they assume you’ll automatically say no, but you don’t really have any reservations. You want to get to the bottom of this just as much as they do.

“Oh,” You look between the two of them, half wondering if it's a joke, half wondering if it's a dream. You're going to be the guy in the chair for these two badass vigilantes? 

Oh, hell yeah.

“You don’t have to,” They start to offer you an out, but you wave off their concerns with ease.

You see the reassurance in their eyes and know your answer.

“Let’s do this.”

A/N: poor dami, also jason and roy are so jealous... i love it...

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My mouth was full of blood, truly suffocating, really. They didn’t like what I had to say, so they stopped at the source. They could have killed me, but it would have been less fun in their eyes. If only I had kept my mouth shut, right? 

What a shame, yet another performer’s voice silenced because they had something to say. All because Snow couldn’t handle anything mentioned about Lucy Gray. If I were honest, I would have thought he was in love. But it wasn’t love, was it? It was an obsession.

 It was like Lucy Gray had been a drug he couldn’t resist, and maybe they had a fallout? Was that why she went missing? Why had her memory been erased from all of the records of the games?

I may not have been able to speak, but I refused to be silenced. Peacekeepers surrounded me in the train car, not trusting me to be alone just because of some worthless title that had ruined my life. Victor. If I hadn’t been reaped, I’d still have my little siblings, I’d still have my mother and my father. The train doors finally opened, my home offering the welcoming sea breeze as I took a deep breath.

I was escorted to Victors Village where Rowena looked to have been coming back from the ocean. She had her spear in one hand, a net of the catch in the other. She was walking up to the door as we entered the arches to the little village with a total of two buildings. I didn’t think someone could drop a net as fast as Roe had when she saw us coming. The look on her face told me she knew. She knew something was wrong. With her spear in hand, Roe started walking towards us.

 “Mags, you alright?” She asked me, cradling my face with her free hand, eyes on the four peacekeepers walking a few feet behind me. When I couldn’t answer, I shook my head, tapping my chin. Roe’s eyes flickered between the peacekeepers and I, though her voice lowered “Who did this to you.. The capitol? That’s it..” 

She dropped her hand from my face, walking past me. “So this is how your home treats the victors, huh?! Taking away their ability to speak? Haven’t you taken enough you sick fucks?!” Roe threw her spear. It went through the visor of one of the peacekeepers. Her mouth twisted into a small grin, ripping her spear out of the peacekeeper's face.

 “Who’s next, huh?! You treat one of the people you sent to their death like a PRISONER.” I saw the spear thrown again, taking someone out by the chest before the other two started to run. They weren’t allowed to shoot victors. It could have caused a revolt. Roe was sort of a hot commodity in the capitol. She was called to the capitol a lot, but she had never told me why. I had my suspicions, but I kept them to myself.

As the peacekeepers  ran, Roe walked back to me, dropping her spear and leading me into the house. Her face was now void of emotion. I simply slipped my hand into hers, squeezing gently. Roe had so much rage built up in her mind, and sometimes rather than talking through it, she held it all back. I saw the silent few tears run down her face before she looked away from me. I wish I knew what happened in that head of hers, just so I could help. So I could understand.

It wasn’t until that night as Roe held me close to her chest, that I made a realization. Roe was just as scared as I was. She might not have shown it, but she was utterly terrified. I could hear it in the quick beats of her heart, and I could feel it in how tight she was holding me. I could feel her breathing grow shaky, a small tear running down her face and landing on the back of my neck. I just pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone, hoping it conveyed the message that I had wanted it to.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor.. You didn’t deserve this” Roe said quietly. Her voice was thick with tears that she refused to let fall. She knew that I knew they were there, but she hated crying. The only times I had seen her cry were when she was so angry that she couldn’t contain them. Like when she had gotten onto the train to go to the capitol, just after her brother was killed. And when she came out of the arena.

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