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#kermit arrival
i think one of the most fun things to do is to take pieces of media i have recently consumed & imagine a muppets version of it. the grand budapest hotel? muppify it. arrival? it’ll be just like muppets from space. the thing? horrifying, but opens the door for advancement in muppet sfx. it’s time we make Real Movies.
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^me in first 1 hr of watching arrival (2016)
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^me in the last 1hr of arrival (2016)
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^me and my roommate staring blankly at the tv screen as the trailer for the new season of You autoplays after finishing arrival (2016)
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asumofwords · 6 months
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The Sublet - Roommate!AU
Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Drug use, drinking.
Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader
Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?
Notes: Jesus christ, this is a monster chapter, but I also don't want to cut it down and split it up. Hehe, thank you all for your love for the last chapter! Poor Aemond and poor reader! Anyway, Enjoy! <3
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Chapter 13: Proposition
The evening came quickly, and Helaena had dressed you in a deep green, silk dress. It came to your mid thigh and had a swooping cow neck at the front. Thin straps went over your shoulders and crossed at the low back of the dress, the material light and flowing, soft against your skin.
Helaena told you that she would never wear it when you had argued with her about putting it on, and had even insisted upon you keeping it afterwards. You paired it with some black heels and gold jewellery, with your hair up and away from your face, keeping the nape of your neck cool in the warm air. 
Helaena wore a long lavender dress that almost matched her eyes, a sheer netting over the top of it with embroidered and beaded stars and constellations. She looked ethereal, and you felt over dressed for a dinner with her family. But she had told you to live a little, and that they would all be dressed to the nines, ensuring that you wouldn’t be joined by her sister and her husband.
When you made your way downstairs, heels clicking against the stone floors, Helaena had steered you away from a smaller, more intimate dining hall, and back outside to the long table you had passed that morning. 
The table was covered with glimmering candle light, smaller fairy lights nestled amongst the table whilst large candelabras stood tall in the middle and further to the edges, casting it aglow in a warm light. Fairy lights were strung in the trees in your periphery, and the whole scene reminded you of what an intimate wedding celebration would feel like.
However this was just a normal night for the Targaryen and Velaryon family. 
The latter, already sitting at the table. 
Lucerys’ head had lifted at your arrival, wide smile spreading across his cheeks as he looked up at you. Jacaerys following his line of sight mirrored his smile and stood, younger brother standing, before both came around the table to engulf you in a tight embrace. 
“I didn’t know you were coming.” Jace smiled, flicking his eyes to his aunt and then back to you again. 
“Last minute plans.” You chuckled, hoping they wouldn’t sense any tension from you, or the fact that your chest still felt sudden aches when the thought of a tall, silver haired man popped into your mind.
“Glad you came,” Luc added, “You’ll be able to meet mum.”
Mum.
Rhaenyra Targaryen, a woman of conviction and power. You would be lying if you said she wasn’t an inspiration to you. Defying all odds and sexism within the industry and profession of law, and surpassing her male counterparts with an ease that could only be graced upon someone from birth or with hard work.
“I would like that.” You smiled back. 
Helaena led you to sit with her in the middle of the table, opposite the two brothers, and the four of you dissolved into comfortable chatter as you waited for the others, the sound of cooking and smell of food wafting from the kitchen just inside. 
When Daeron had arrived, he had chosen to sit beside his sister, nodding at his nephews before asking Jacaerys, with a cheeky glint in his eye, how the Tully boys were. Jacaerys, clearly now aware of his friend and uncles little tryst, asked him back how Kermit was.
“Very good.” The youngest Targaryen sibling smirked.
Lucerys blushed. 
You were mid conversation with Jacaerys before his eyes lit up, looking behind you. You turned to see a vision of blue and silver. Your breath stilled in your chest. 
Baela and Rhaena stood behind you, the twins looking as though they had been plucked from the stars themselves. Rhaena wore a deep blue dress which glimmered as she moved, small flecks of sliver glinting like the night sky. Her locks were long down her back, held together by silver clasps that had small stars and jewels that dripped off of them.
Baela stood beside her twin sister, thigh length silver dress with a high neck and low back, covered in a mesh that dripped off of her like cobwebs. Her silver coils were half up, half down on the top of her head, held by a simple claw clip. 
You had to blink to get yourself to stop staring at them.
No wonder people thought these families were descended from Gods. 
You, in that moment, felt awfully plain. 
You stood and went to embrace the two girls, little squeals pealing from all of your mouths as you hugged each other with joy. It had been a while since you had seen the pair last, and now that they were here, you felt suddenly excited to be at the Keep.
Baela’s eyes roamed over your body, “Damn girl, look at you. If only Cregan could see you now.” 
You instantly blushed, slapping her shoulder lightly, “Flattery won’t get me into your bed, Bae.”
The twin smirked, “Worth a try.”
“You think I haven’t?” Helaena joked, mock rejection on her features. 
You all sat down, Baela beside Jacaerys, and Rhaena beside Luc, chatting excitedly with each other as Daeron popped the cork of some wine, and Helaena, a bottle of champagne, filling up the respecting glasses of everyone who sat at the table. Reaching forth, you took your champagne glass, bubbles fluttering up the glass flute as you clinked yours amongst everyone else’s and sipped. 
It was sweet, and smooth, almost creamy to the taste, and you realised that this was probably the best champagne you had ever had. You took another sip, much larger than the last, deciding to let loose for the evening with your friends, enjoying the warm burn of the alcohol as it passed down your throat. 
You were laughing with Jacaerys, reminiscing how he had gotten too drunk one night and passed out on Cregan’s couch, cuddling a pillow to his chest, when Baela’s perfectly manicured brow lifted, eyes looking behind you. 
Aegon appeared from within, two bottles of alcohol in either hand and a clear ziplock bag hanging from clenched teeth.
Inside, four meticulously rolled joints.
He sat down beside you with a huff, plopping the drinks onto the table noisily with a clunk, one tequila, the other, some sort of amber drink, whiskey or brandy perhaps.
He pulled the zip lock bag from his mouth and threw it unceremoniously into the middle of the table. Baela smirked, and Rhaena snatched the bag up to inspect its contents.
“Fuck yes.” The younger twin, Baela always made a point that she was born first of the two of them, exclaimed.
“The King shall always provide to his loyal subjects.” Aegon joked in mock regality as he looked down at everyone from his nose. 
“Come off it.” Daeron groused, “Is it the good stuff, or the shit stuff you give to people you hate?”
Hand on chest, Aegon gasped, “How dare you insinuate that I would give you bum blunts. An outrage, I say.”
“It’s the good shit.” Helaena confirmed, grimace on her lips, “Egg forgot to tell me that when he offered me one last week. I smoked the whole fucking thing in one hit thinking it was the shit stuff from last time. I had never been so close to greening in my life.”
Jacaerys' eyes widened, “You? Greening? Jesus, must be the good stuff then.”
“Only the best for Daddy.” Aegon smirked, eyes flicking to you. 
Heat rose in your cheeks.
Be a good girl for daddy.
You crossed your legs tightly at the memory of Aemond driving his length into your folds. 
Aegon noticed your reaction but said nothing, the faintest push of his tongue caught in his cheek.
“Right,” He clapped his hands, grabbing the bottle of tequila, cracking open its corked cap, “We are all going to get royally messy this evening because I am tired of seeing my nephews sappy, sullen faces.” 
Jacaerys and Lucerys frowned.
Aegon grabbed your champagne glass from your fingers, a small grunt of disapproval from your lips as you watched him throw the remaining drink down the back of his throat. He then tipped the tequila bottle against your champagne flute and began to pour. 
“Woah!” Your hand lifted the lip of the tequila away from your flute, a drip rolling down your finger.
He had almost filled it half way full. 
Aegon raised his brow at the others as the chefs began to bring out the food and place it on the table, the bag of joints not being moved from plain sight.
You supposed the chefs did not care, and were only paid to cook. 
The smell from the dinner made your mouth water, each dish perfectly made to different tastes and requirements. Baela and Rhaena had fish, Jace and Luc, lamb. Daeron had a vegetarian pasta of sorts, and Hel the same. Aegon was given a large steak with mashed potato and a red sauce that swirled delicately over the plate, baby carrots steamed atop.
And for you, your favourite dish. 
You eyed Helaena in shock and she had shrugged, essentially telling you that she had requested it for you. You smiled at her warmly in thanks, nudging her with your shoulder. 
All around the table, everyone began to drain their wines and champagnes, where Aegon then filled their flutes and glasses with either tequila or the amber alcohol, which you came to learn was a honey smoked whiskey. But in Aegon's case, he took two glasses for himself, and filled them both.
Laughter and smiles were plentiful around the table as you all ate and drank, the warmth from the tequila seeping into your pores. Each sip was smooth, though still hard to swallow. Your face would scrunch each time, and Aegon would almost always snicker at you. You had not been given a chaser nor a mixer.
When dinner had finished, and dessert had been served after, a soft meringue with strawberry puree and passionfruit pulp, Jacaerys had suggested that you all go for a midnight dip. 
You and the girls had raced to Helaena’s room to get changed into your swimmers, drunkenly stumbling and giggling through the Keep, careful to not make too much noise to disturb Rhaenyra and Daemon, and their three younger children, though it would be hard with the enormity of the estate. 
Criston Cole had met you on the stairs when he came to investigate a stream of squeals that Helaena had let loose as she had slipped on a bottom step and landed heavily onto her bum in laughter. 
His deep eyes had narrowed, and Helaena had given him a dismissive wave as she lifted herself, grabbing your arm and Baela’s, who in turn grabbed Rhaena’s, before you all made a mad dash out the kitchen, past the table, alcohol and joints missing from them.
The boys were already inside of the spa, large enough to hold at least twenty people, but intimate enough for you all to be spread apart and for it not to feel weird. Bubbles foamed at the surface as Jacaerys passed his joint to Aegon blowing the smoke from his lips, head tilted back to the sky.
“Took your time.” Aegon teased, joint at his mouth as he inhaled. 
The night sky was clear, bright stars twinkling above you as a quiet settled over the estate. The sound of crickets and cicadas were loud in your ears, and you could have sworn that once or twice, over the sounds of the others and the jets of the spa, that you had heard an owl. It was a warm night, but not too warm to make the steaming, bubbling water uncomfortable.
You climbed in beside Aegon, Helaena beside you, with the twins beside the two brown haired brothers. It was clear that they had a stronger bond to each other rather than their aunt and uncles, having grown up together after their mother had passed, and Daemon had married Rhaenyra. 
“Hel fell down the stairs.” You giggled, taking the champagne flute Daeron held out to you, actual champagne inside this time, not tequila. You thanked him silently and took a steady sip of the drink.
Luc snorted, making grabby hands at Aegon who still held the joint. The eldest uncle narrowed his eyes at the younger boy before reaching across the water to hand it to him, snatching it back teasingly just before the Velaryon's fingers could have grabbed it, before finally letting the youngest of the group have it. 
“Don’t you green out." Aegon teased, "Your mother will kill me.”
Your mother. 
Not sister.
Not Rhaenyra.
Your mother. 
The dynamics of this family was certainly strained, but amongst the sons and daughters, what little tension there had bled away with the steady hum of the bubbling spa, the flowing of drinks, and the high that all got from the joints Aegon had provided.
Jacaerys had offered it to you, and you had taken it with slightly pruny fingers, inhaling a small drag, as per Helaena’s warning, feeling the dry smoke, not at all like cigarettes, move into your lungs. You held in a small cough, and then breathed it out, tingles rippling up your skin. 
Oh shit.
It was the good stuff.
A small littering of giggles exploded from you as you handed it to Aegon, whose smirk only got wider. 
“You should have seen his face!” Jacaerys laughed, watching as Lucerys grumbled beside him, smile working its way on his lips as Jace retold the story of Cerwyn and Dalton Greyjoys propositions to both you and Cregan.
“Did baby Luc get scandalised?” Aegon teased, lips pouting at his nephew. 
Luc’s cheeks flushed as he grumbled, “I wasn’t scandalised. I just wasn’t expecting that.”
“How did you not expect it from Dalton? The man is a walking sex toy.” Baela teased, hand pushing back a stray curl from her face.
The water of the spa was warming you up. That and the alcohol, and maybe also the joint combined. And also maybe because the topic of discussion had suddenly come to your sex life. 
Uh oh.
“So,” Daeron turned to you, “Did you take them up on their offer?” 
All eyes were on you.
You blushed, bringing the champagne to your lips to sip, hoping the cold drink would cool you down.
“No. But I did consider it.” You smirked, feeling a little bolder, “Cerwyn I hadn’t expected, but Dalton had tried his luck before.”
A wet arm wrapped over your shoulders, Aegon pulling you towards him lazily, “And what did the ‘King of The North’ think about this all? Are you two still bumping uglies?”
You turned to look at Aegon, whose face was startlingly close to yours, his lids half shut with ease, violet eyes slightly glassy from the joint. It was clear he was high, and drunk, but there was something else about the way he looked at you. 
You scoffed a laugh, “It’s complicated.” You omitted the part where Aemond was the complicated part, “Cregan actually encouraged me to think about it. And to be honest, I did.”
“No way.” Rhaena smiled widely, “Dude, where do you find these men?”
You laughed, head thrown back, “Rhae, if I knew, I would tell you. They just find me somehow. Annoying sometimes, really.”
“Speaking of annoying,” Baela butted in, “Heard you’ve been sharing close quarters with Aemond.”
Your heart raced in your chest. 
You looked to Helaena as you swallowed thickly. 
Had she told Baela?
“Can't believe Aemond isn’t here. Mummy’s favourite.” Aegon grumped, “Twat.”
“Hey.” Helaena piped in, chastising her brother, “Don’t be a dick. You know he hates it here.”
Aegon clicked his tongue at his sister and lit another joint beside you, fingers lightly tracing over your shoulder, goosebumps erupting on your skin. You felt your nipples stiffen, pressing against the material of your bikini in response, and you sunk lower into the bubbles to hide it.
Everything was heightened, the alcohol, the high, the warmth of his body and the water around you, his touch. And it was hard to not feel some sort of involuntary reaction. 
Baela looked at you expectantly, as did all else. 
“It’s fine. He’s quiet. Keeps to himself mostly.” You explained, suddenly feeling like you were on the witness stand. 
No-one responded, all waiting for you to continue, as though you hadn’t given them the answer they wanted to hear, and so you did, “He can be a dick at times, and we have gone head to head on numerous occasions.”
Jacaerys laughed, and Luc smiled widely. Both knowingly enjoying your answer.
Daeron and Aegon looked at their nephews.
“What?” Aegon asked, curiosity laced in his voice.
“Y/n brought Cregan over after a fight with Aemond, and let’s just say, they weren’t quiet about it.”
Aegon’s laugh exploded across the pool area and everyone else followed, head thrown backwards against the damp tile of the spa as he laughed. His eyes were scrunched closed, and you noticed the faint blush that rose on his cheeks. 
Aegon was handsome, in a soft way. There was nothing sharp about his features, bar perhaps the top of his jaw, and his lips were far less severe than Aemond’s. It was no surprise to you that Aegon got around. A whore Helaena called him. He had this naturally flirty charm around him, and this cocksure personality, but you knew, beneath it all, that there was the same insecurities that Aemond had. Only Aegon was better at hiding it. Or, not really. He was just better at drowning it out between the legs of someone new, alcohol or drugs, or some blissful combination of the three. 
But there was no denying that he was just as beautiful as the others. 
Aegon stopped his laughter and looked at you, your head swimming in the clouds. A smirk pulled at his rosy lips, and his eyes lowered to your mouth momentarily. You snapped your head away, feeling guilty and all too exposed, heat rising within you again. 
The twins raised a brow at you in unison. 
Goddamn twin connection.
“I bet Aemy would have hated that. Or maybe even loved it.” Aegon teased, and Helaena scrunched her face in disgust.
“I’ve heard Y/n and Cregan before. They’re not quiet, let me tell you that much. My noise cancelling headphones are probably my best investment.” She teased, and you felt your face and chest bloom with heat. 
You stood suddenly, water sloughing off your body as everyone looked up at you.
“It’s hot. Is anyone else hot? I’m hot. I’m going to go in the pool. Okay. Yep.” You babbled, flustered.   
One leg after the other you walked speedily to the cool water of the pool, feeling everyones eyes on your back, but most of all, the heated gaze that lingered on the globes of your ass. 
Aegon was not at all being shy with the way he was checking you out. 
You jumped straight into the icy pool feeling the cold water shock you into a more sobered state. You rose to the surface with a squeak, and watched as Baela and Rhaena stood, running towards you directly as they cannon balled, in sync, in front of you. You laughed at the large splash, and soon, in no time at all, everyone joined you in the pool, giggling and joking and splashing around loudly.
The rest of the night was spent in good spirits, but Aegon’s gaze never seemed to leave you. And even in your drunken/high state, you knew that that was a line that you would not cross. 
Could not cross, even if you wanted to.
As the night grew long and you lay looking up at the stars beside Helaena, sharing the last joint, you all decided to pack it in for the night and head to bed, cheeks rosy and eyes glazed. You all but fell into bed with Helaena, not bothering to change into pyjamas, the both of you stripping nude in a tangle of giggles as you slid to each respected sides of the bed facing each other. 
You had the girlish giddiness sneak up on the both of you, and soon enough, your stomachs were cramping with how much you had laughed. Helaena was the first to fall asleep, and you shortly after, pulled down into the warmth of rest alongside her. 
-
When you rose the next morning, your head felt a thousand pounds heavier, and you struggled to sit up right. Helaena was no better, groaning as she rubbed her eyes, hangover sweeping the life out of the the both of you with no mercy.
Although you were both as dusty as dirt, you felt slightly better about the whole reasoning of you being here. You felt less guilty of being with your best friend and her family, and even felt good knowing that you had gotten some space from Aemond in the mean time. 
You didn’t even really mean to think of him, your chest aching at the thought, but you attempted to brush it aside anyway.
Needing a distraction, and possibly a good morning doom scroll, you pulled your phone from the nightstand which you had left and forgotten the whole day before. 
Clicking open the screen, you were met with a barrage of texts.
From Aemond.
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You looked at the texts for a moment, heart immediately beginning to race in your chest, which caused the headache that had been steadily blooming to thump in the back of your head.
You gnawed at your lip roughly looking at the texts over and over.
What do you say?
Clearly he was feeling bad, and wanted to talk to you, but what if he wanted to tell you that he was moving back with Alys? What if he wanted to talk about her? You didn’t know if you could face that just yet. 
You both needed time. 
Space. 
And he needed to think about what he had said. 
About what he wanted. 
You fingers hovered over the keyboard. 
Do you text him to tell him you were okay? Even though you were not? 
If you opened up the conversation by responding, he would no doubt suck you back in, and you were not ready for that yet.
“I’m never drinking again.” Helaena groaned from beside you, turning over. Her eyes were red rimmed with shadows underneath, and her hair was an absolute mess of waves and tangles, the chlorine having made the silver strands wispy and dry. 
You locked your phone, not responding to Aemond as you placed it back on the bedside table. That was something you would face later, with a full stomach and a clear mind. Y
es, that’s what you would do, let yourself think of a way to respond. 
And so you left him on read.
You cracked a smile at Helaena and giggled, “You always say that.”
“I mean it this time.” She clutched her head and whined, rolling onto her back, “The day I got you in my bed naked, I never would have imagined it would be like this.”
“You’re such a perv, Hel.”
“You love it.” She snickered, and you laughed.
The next few days in the Keep were spent by the pool with Helaena and her family, your presence acting as some sort of buffer between the Velaryon's and Targaryen’s, who warmed up to each other considerably with each day past. You were thankful for Rhaena and Baela’s presence, who seemed to humble Aegon greatly in a way that Helaena couldn’t. 
Though you had still felt his eyes lingering on you here and there, but it all stopped one day, rather abruptly, no more flirty comments, no more flirty half lidded gazes, no eyes flickering to your lips and back. Not even a mention or liken to being a Gazelle, and instead, Aegon had become the perfect gentleman. You wondered if Helaena had said something, and actually suspected as such when the two would share glances at each other whenever Aemond was mentioned.
However, you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to flog a dead horse. There was no new development to that story. No new change. 
Nothing. 
Except the texts from him.
You had not checked your phone since you saw those messages, and in fact, were too scared to even look at it in case there were now more. You had left Aemond on read, and felt a great deal of guilt about it. But you were hurting too. And really, you didn’t want to burden Helaena with another stupid breakdown when her family was readying themselves for a death.
The death of the patriarch at that.
That morning, Baela and Rhaena had crawled into bed with you and Helaena in the early hours, telling you that Rhaenyra and Alicent had organised for the whole family to have dinner that evening, and that their step mother was looking forward to talking to you.
“They’ve heard great things about your work at the firm from Alicent.” Rhaena explained. 
Alicent had spoken about your work at the firm to them? 
That meant Larys had spoken to Alicent about you, or Helaena did. You wondered how often your name came up in conversation between the Hightower’s and Strong’s. You shivered at the image of the latter.
Disgusting little man.
Where the night of your dinner a few days before had made you a little nervous, the prospect of the dinner tonight set you on edge. You had sat in front of Helaena’s vanity and worried over your makeup, taking it off only to reapply it again almost three times, feeling that not once it had been right. Helaena had told you to take steady breaths, and you had, letting her fix your eye makeup before she gave you a deep, red dress to wear. 
You frowned. 
Helaena never wore red.
“Where did you get this?” You asked her, feeling the soft material glide through your fingers. 
“Saw it and thought of you. It would be perfect for tonight.”
Your mouth hung open, “Hel, no. Return this. I can’t wear this, it’s too much.” You held out the dress to her. 
The material alone would have cost a fortune, and you didn’t even want to think about how much it truly would have cost. 
“Oh, come off it. It was going to be your birthday present, but I hate waiting, and tonight seems a good night to wear it.” She insisted, bright eyes shining at you excitedly.
“Hel…” You said uncertain.
When would she stop with her generosity? It was spinning you in circles.
“At least put it on for me.” She sighed, “Please.”
You rubbed the soft material through your fingers, looking at the way it moved like water across your skin, thinking of other options that you had brought with you.
But what else would you wear?
You had some other dresses you could, but they were more going out for drinks kind of dresses, or day drinking ones in the sun. Not at all something you would wear to dine with Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. 
You swallowed dryly.
Why was this making you so nervous?
Looking back up at Helaena, you saw that she was watching you expectantly, with a hopeful eye that she barely contained. 
There was no saying no to her.
“Okay,” You acquiesed, and watched as a bright smile cracked across her lips, “But I’m only going to try it on, and then you need to take this back to the store. It's too much, Hel. I'm serious.”
The Targaryen shooed you with her hands to change, “Yeah, yeah. Scold me after you put it on.”
You stripped quickly as Helaena fixed her hair in the mirror, the material gliding over your skin, clinging to your curves in a way that made you feel like perhaps it had even been made for you. The material was soft and cool, but warmed quickly against your body, thin straps and a low back, the dress coming down to your ankles. 
It was unlike anything you had ever owned. 
You spun around, looking at yourself in the mirror, hearing Helaena gasp behind you, tucking a wavy curl behind her ear as her bright eyes roamed your body.
“You look so fucking beautiful.”
Your hands smoothed down your sides as you looked at yourself.
You felt beautiful. But it was still too much. 
You moved to the bed, looking at the other dresses that you had laid on the sheets.
“Okay, now that I’ve tried it on, you gotta take it back.”
“I can’t.” Helaena said, matter of fact.
Your head lifted, and you narrowed your eyes, "Sure you can. Take it back to the store.” You picked up a soft amber coloured dress. It had sweet ruffles to the skirt and lace trimming, but only came to mid thigh, “Do you think this would be okay?” You held up the dress to Helaena.
“You’re wearing that dress.”
You sighed annoyed, “No.”
“Yes. I didn’t get a receipt. So I can’t take it back.”
“Surely you can-“
“-Nooope.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“You love me.” She grinned, standing, “Anyway, time to go. Can’t change now.”
“Hel.”
The Targaryen woman just smirked at you cheekily, and you saw hints of Aegon’s mischief in her eyes.
“You’ve been plotting.” You narrowed your eyes at her.
“When am I not? Besides, like I said, it's a present.”
You grunted, annoyed that she was so stubborn, but also so grateful for something so beautiful. You really could not have asked for a more kind and caring best friend. 
“Fine, but it’s birthday and Christmas.”
Helaena shrugged, watching as you put on some simple black shoes. 
-
When you got downstairs, the table outside was made and ready, candles lining them again in a similar way that they had a few nights before, only this time, the table setting was more particular. There were three plates stacked atop each other for every person, a large one, medium, and then small, and beside the plates were three different sized forks, knives and spoons. 
Your breath nearly stilled in your chest as you saw her.
Rhaenyra Targaryen.
A living legend.
One of the best of the best in the realm, and beside her, her husband, known for his abrasive, but successful, skills in court. And they were just as beautiful as the rest. 
Rhaenyra had long flowing silver hair, pulled back by braids at the back of her skull. Her nose was sharp and aquiline, and as you looked at her, you saw more Aemond in her than any of the other children of Viserys. They both had plump, yet sharp lips, high cheekbones, and jaws to match. 
Perhaps Aemond wasn’t so much of an outlier as you thought, and perhaps, as Rhaenyra was the first and eldest child of Viserys, the other Hightower/Targaryen children were more Hightower than Targaryen, bar their Valyrian features. 
She was speaking politely to Alicent, and although you could see strain and tension between the two of them, it was clear that it was amicable, and perhaps there was now a standing of mutual respect between the two.
You remembered what Cregan had told you about Alicent trying to sue Rhaenyra for Lucerys’ and Aemond’s accident, but there was something more to the tension than just that. 
Alicent’s gaze lingered far too long at Rhaenyra for it to be a step-mother and daughter interaction. You suspected there was another added layer to the family dynamics that you weren’t aware of. 
Hearing your approach, Alicent broke her eye contact with the woman beside her and looked towards the two of you, a polite, loving smile thrown your way.
Daemon didn’t smile at you, but his gaze was more than polite. You suspected he didn’t do pleasantries as the two women did. 
“You look beautiful girls.” Alicent beamed, standing to welcome you to the table with a show of hands.
It felt more like a business meeting rather than a family dinner. 
Was this why Helaena shied away from these things?
You sat opposite Rhaenyra, and Helaena opposite her mum. Jacaerys and Lucerys were already at the table, as was Baela and Rhaena, Daeron and Aegon yet to arrive. 
You smiled at your friends before settling your gaze on Rhaenyra, who was watching you with kind eyes.
“You must be Y/n.” Her voice as smooth as honey, “The boys have told me much about you.”
Heat rose in your cheeks, shyly peaking a glance as Luc and Jace raised their brows at you.
“All good things I hope.” You smiled back.
It was hard to contain your excitement. Hard to act normal and not like you were freaking out about sitting, and eating, and talking with someone you looked up to in the world of law.
“The good, the bad, and the ugly I’m afraid.” Daemon purred, lip twitching into a teasing smirk.
Oh gods. 
You hoped you didn’t look as flustered as you felt.
Rhaenyra shook her head playfully, reaching to pick up her glass of red wine delicately with just two fingers at the bottom fo the stem.
How the hell did she do that?
Shuffling came from behind you and you turned to watch Daeron and Aegon arrive, Aegon fiddling with the buttons at his wrist.
“Sons.” Alicent greeted them.
“Mother.” Aegon responded, tone flat.
The tension was back.
Aegon sat beside you, giving you a small smile before he turned his line of sight to his half-sister who sat opposite him.
“Sister.”
“Aegon. It’s good to see you. How have you been?”
Aegon grabbed his wine glass and filled it almost to the brim, “Peachy with Viserys on the fritz.”
Your eyes bulged.
Oh shit.
“Aegon.” Alicent hissed, cheeks red with anger.
“What?” He replied back cooly, sipping the wine, “It’s why we are all together again. One big happy family.” 
Aegon, it was clear to you now, had been drinking before he arrived to the table.
Daemon let out an amused giggle, and you had to bite the insides of your cheeks to not laugh awkwardly as a reaction. 
“I suppose you’re right.” Rhaenrya spoke with resignation, her eyes flicking from Aegon, to Daeron, to Helaena, then back to Aegon, “You’ve grown.”
And as quick as a whip, Aegon replied back, “You haven’t.”
A smirk pulled at Rhaenyra’s lips, and you felt the tension begin to fizzle away, reaching for your own wine to sip at, because Gods know that you would need it. 
“I suppose not. Are you well?”
“Well as I can be, all things considered.” The eldest son of Viserys replied.
The eldest child of Viserys nodded solemnly, sipping daintily at her wine, eyes over the rim of the glass as the servers began to place your entree's on the table.
You all ate quietly, Alicent filling the void with mindless chatter and questions or topics that she used to attempt to ease some of whatever tension was lingering. She asked the twins about their travels, and Daeron about his time in Old Town, despite already knowing about it. And it was then that you realised, that despite her ‘chattiness’ to everyone else at the table, she almost refused to acknowledge the two brown haired men who sat with the twins. 
Alicent did not once, lay her eyes on Jacaerys and Lucerys, nor did she include them in conversation, and it was clear to all that she had done it, but what was clearer, was that everyone was aware and did nothing. 
As though it was a regular occurrence. 
The main course came, with salads and side dishes that filled the table, and new wines brought to match each dish, glasses being filled by the servers intermittently as they came in and out. 
“So, Y/n.” Rhaenyra addressed you, “I heard that you are studying and working full-time? Surely that must be a difficult thing to manage?” She cut at the meat on her plate, a small slice, before bringing it to her lips to chew thrice and then swallowing. 
You placed your cutlery down in a way you had watched Alicent do every time she spoke or was addressed.
“I am. I work at Alicent’s firm and go to KLU with Helaena.” You confirmed, feeling nervous to be speaking to her. You hoped you didn’t make a fool of yourself, “It can be a bit crazy when exams and due dates come around, but I like a challenge.” You let yourself huff a little laugh at the end, not wanting to admit that working and studying full-time was tearing at your sanity, and your wallet.
Daemon picked up a wine glass, leaning back comfortably in his chair as he watched you. 
You fought to not squirm in your seat, suddenly feeling like you were being cross examined. This must be what it was like when people took the stand and had Daemon Targaryen drill them with questions.
He took a sip, then gave you a sweet smile. Daemon was a handsome man, low brow bone, strong jaw, and piercing eyes that didn’t once leave your face. 
“What are you studying?” He asked, taking another sip. 
You saw Alicent in your periphery look at you in interest. 
Not once in all your years knowing her had she asked you that. 
Nor did you even know if she knew. 
“I’m a History Major,” You explained, shifting in your seat as you felt everyone looking at you, “But I chose Poetry as a minor for fun.”
“Poetry?” Rhaenyra’s brows lifted in intrigue, “My brother is a fan." How did she know that about Aemond? "And how did a History Major come to work in a law firm?”
“Oh, well.” You suddenly felt as though perhaps you shouldn’t have said anything, “I needed a job, bills to pay and all that, and I saw a secretary position at Red Keep Law. I applied, and to be honest, didn’t think I would get it. But, here I am.”
Alicent smiled at you before she turned to face Daemon and Rhaenyra, “She’s an excellent worker. Learns quickly, and from all accounts from Larys,” Daemon groaned, rolling his eyes at your boss’ name, “She makes a fine edition to the firm.”
Daemon sipped his wine once again, placing it on the table as he leant forward, hands resting atop the wooden surface, “And how is our dear Larys Strong? Following Alicent’s footsteps?”
Your lips pulled downwards as you tried to not laugh, feeling heat in your cheeks as you swiped up your wine to swallow, hoping it would sink the laugh along with it. 
So it was not a secret then. 
All knew about Larys’ foot inclinations, and his other inclination towards Alicent Hightower.
The auburn haired woman clearly didn’t like where this conversation was going, and jumped in, “Larys is a hardworking and loyal man. It hasn’t been easy since the death of Harwin and his father.” Her eyes narrowed cooly towards Rhaenyra, and you felt the whole table hold their breath, “Losing someone you love is never easy.”
Lucerys and Jacaerys exchanged glances, and you felt that there was more than one thing that was being left unsaid.
Rhaenyra however, did not show that she was affected by Alicent’s comment, and returned her attention back towards you with a warm and practised smile, “Do you have plans to study law after you finish your degree?”
You followed Rhaenyra’s lead to avoid the tension, “I definitely am thinking about it, but its a long degree, and it’s a little more time consuming than what I’m already doing. I worry it’ll affect my ability to work. But, perhaps in the future when I’m more settled.” You ended with a smile, and Daemon and Rhaenyra shared a look, both turning to grin at you.
The rest of the evening went quietly, conversation a little bit stunted after Daemon and Alicent’s silent war, their eyes constantly narrowing on each other. Clearly they did not get along, especially with the Hightower throwing some sort of shade towards Rhaenyra. 
Was it shade about Larys? Or his brother, Harwin? Or some other lover or connection between the two women?
It was clear that Jacaerys and Lucerys looked nothing like a ‘traditional' Targaryen, what with their brown hair and even browner eyes, but you knew that Rhaenyra’s grandmother had brown hair. Jace and Luc had told you this once when you asked, much to Cregan’s dismay, why they looked nothing like their aunt. But genetics were tricky like that, unpredictable. You could remember learning about it once, punnet squares you think you recall from your high school biology class, and you were certainly not a biologist to argue or question it. Nor would you, in case there was another reason for it.
Perhaps Rhaenyra’s previous husband had strong brunette genes somewhere along the line.
Regardless, Daemon clearly loved the boys as his own, and Rhaenyra beamed at Baela and Rhaena whenever she could. Their relationships to their partners children from previous marriages was healthy, sweet, and to you, something that you wished Alicent somehow had with her own children. 
Alicent loved her kids, there was no denying this, but her ability to show it to them was, at best, subpar. But everyone was different, and perhaps her father Otto, Helaena’s grandfather, was not the most warmest or affectionate of men.
Alicent and Rhaenyra were the same age, and the both were so very different. Alicent was stern and stiff, where Rhaenyra more warm and flexible. But both were staunchly protective of their own, and loved them in their own special way. 
You saw a lot of Aemond in both Rhaenyra and Alicent. Alicent’s cool disposition, and Rhaenyra’s fiery passion. Not to mention, Aemond and Rhaenyra looked more similar than any of her other siblings.
Towards the end of the evening, the warm buzz of alcohol spreading through all, most of the table quietly chatting amongst themselves, Criston Cole came out to the garden, walking directly to Alicent where he whispered into her ear.
Alicent stiffened, and Rhaenyra, seeing the woman beside hers reaction became concerned, brows cinching together. 
“Thank you, Cole.” Alicent spoke, voice even. She looked amongst the table, at her children, and then finally to Rhaenyra, “Viserys has asked for me.” She told his eldest child, and you watched as the silver haired woman visibly relaxed, nodding her head, though there was still a furrow in her brows. 
It must be hard, watching your father become sicker and sicker, anticipating that each day would be his last. You had been told that Viserys’ bond to Rhaenyra was strong, and he clearly loved her dearly, especially with what you had been told about him calling her his only child in a moment of drug addled confusion.
But what happened next was something that you could not have imagined nor foreseen. For The Hightower woman was scarce to show affection to her own children, and when she did, most, to what you had witnessed, would shy away from it.
Alicent, in a rare moment of comfort, reached out and held Rhaenyra’s hand atop the table. 
It seemed to shock almost everyone there, including Rhaenyra herself, who after a moment of confusion, grasped the woman’s hand back, placing another on top as she soothed the Hightower’s knuckles with a thumb.
“Thank you, Alicent.” Rhaenyra swallowed, her chest rose and fell, and then, “Shall I see to you after?”
Alicent’s large eyes blinked at the woman beside her as she searched Rhaenyra’s face for an answer, the whole table having stilled to watch the interaction, as though something unlikely was happening, like a miracle from the Gods was unfolding right before your very eyes. 
Daemon was the only one who didn’t look hopeful at the interaction, instead, he looked rather bored. 
All waited, and although it would have only been a few seconds of pause, it felt like an eternity.
Until finally, her response came. 
Alicent breathed, “I would like that. Very much.”
Rhaenyra’s smile would be contagious, if only you didn’t feel like you shouldn’t be witnessing something that felt far more intimate than what it was. 
There was history there, that much was sure to you now, between the two women, and something that you felt made more sense when Alicent’s eyes dropped, if only for half a second, to Rhaenyra’s lips. 
Clearing her throat she stood, excusing herself with polite and poised words before she left in a hurry, flanked by Criston Cole who put a gentle hand at the small of her back, something else you had blinked at, leading her through the kitchen. Alicent’s hand lifted to her mouth as she chewed at the skin of her fingers. 
Conversation took a while to come back amongst the table, all seeming to have sensed some sort of stale mate between the two women of the house. Some sort of unlikely treaty forming between them, and a breath, a long lasting one at that, sighed into the night air. 
Jacaerys and Lucerys excused themselves for the night, pressing a sweet kiss to their mothers cheek, and the twins did the same, but to Daemon’s, who smiled lovingly up at his daughters, watching them all disappear into the house together. 
Aegon leant towards you, wine on his tongue as he whispered, “You want to get blind?”
Helaena, hearing her brothers proposition, and certainly wanting a release after what had just happened, peeked around on the other side of your shoulder, “Please.”
You laughed, watching as Daemon lifted a gentle hand and placed it on the small bump of Rhaenyra’s pregnant stomach, something you hadn’t noticed until that moment as she had leant backwards, chair pushed away from the table. She smiled lovingly at him and put her hand over his. 
Daeron stood, excusing himself, having said not much at all that evening, and left for his room, Aegon following after before casting a look back at you and Helaena, who stood and smiled at her half-sister sweetly. 
Rhaenyra you noted, looked almost sad as she gazed at her younger and only sister, but bid her a goodnight, and asked if she would like to spend some time together, to catch up, or perhaps even join her and the boys back on Dragonstone; Rhaenyra and Daemon’s estate, older than the Red Keep.
Helaena had stood quietly for a moment, shifting on her feet, but then the signature warm smile spread on her rosy lips as she nodded, turning to you to flick her head back, indicating that you were leaving. 
As you moved to leave, the deep and smooth voice of Daemon turned you around.
“Are you happy at Red Keep Law?” 
“Happy?” You asked in confusion, furrowing your brows at the two silver haired people who watched you with curiosity.
Daemon’s brows lifted, waiting for you to answer. 
“I like my job at RKL, yes. The hours are good, and it pays the bills.”
“Pays the bills.” Daemon parroted, and you wished you could kick yourself at your choice of words.
“I only mean that-“
“-No need to worry.” Daemon interrupted you, “My brothers firm is not what it used to be now that it’s ran by the Hightower’s.” His lips curled at the mention of Alicent, into what could have been said was a restrained sneer.
And although you felt the need to defend them, you had to agree. It was not what it used to be, but it wasn’t a bad change either. Sure business was slower, and their clientele had certainly changed to people who were more modest, but it was still regarded as one of the best firms.
It was just… different. 
“Daemon.” Rhaenyra came to Alicent’s defence, low warning in her voice. 
And there it was, the strong, ‘Cruel Queen’ of Law. 
You had not once seen this side of Rhaenyra through the night, and had only ever heard of her ability to cut down others in court without even truly trying.
Rhaenyra Targaryen set defence teams on fire without even breaking a sweat, and had crumbled firms to ashes under her Louboutin heel.
The couple looked at each other, soft silver hair glimmering in the candle light, and you looked at Helaena, uncertain as to what was happening. 
But Helaena looked at you in the way that she usually did, as if she already knew what was coming. You had joked with her many times that she was a witch, and she had always just said she had a strong intuition and followed her gut.
And then, three pairs of violet eyes were suddenly on you.
Had Helaena told them about Aemond?
You suddenly felt very guilty and unsure.
“From what we have been told, you’re a hard worker.” Daemon began, “Something we value at ‘Perzys Ānogār Legal’.” 
You stood straighter, and watched as Rhaenyra smiled at you reassuringly, “Your talents are being wasted at RKL.” Her eyes flicked to her husbands, then back to yours, “We want to offer you a job at our firm.”
A job.
At their firm.
At Perzys Ānogār Legal. 
Blood and Fire. 
The best of the best firms in the realm.
Rival of Red Keep Law.
Your mouth opened and then shut, unsure of what to do. You looked at Helaena, who looked at you with excitement, smile growing wider and wider each second, her pearly white teeth shining at you. 
You swallowed dryly, “I- I’m honoured.” Rhaenyra beamed, “But I’m not a lawyer, I don’t even have a law degree. I’m not even studying law.”
Daemon nodded, “You work at RKL and there seems to be no issue. But you’re thinking about it. Are you not?”
You had, in fact, thought about it.
But your time at RKL and studying made it impossible to think of a future where you could juggle law, a far more intensive degree than history, as well as a 9-5.
“I don’t think I could. I have bills to pay, and the study load would be too much-“
“-Not if you work for us.” Daemon interrupted you again, “You would be in the same position, secretary work, keeping our staff organised and tidy. And in the mean time, we would teach you. You would of course, have to begin a law degree to eventually practice and all that,” His large hand waved around as if it wasn’t a big deal, “But as it turns out, we have a position open, and from what our boys have told us, you would be an incredible edition to our team.”
Your mouth gaped as you looked at them both. 
Holy shit. 
This was-
It was-
You couldn’t even think, and Rhaenyra noticed.
“You don’t have to give us an answer straight away, but I will have Jacaerys give you our number. When you accept,” It wasn’t if, it was when you chose them, “You can let us know and we can begin onboarding you.”
“I-“ You stumbled over your words, tongue feeling like led in your mouth, “I don’t know what to say. I- Thank you. Truly. I have a lot to think about.”
“Of course.” Rhaenyra gave you a motherly smile, and Daemon simply observed you with patient, kind eyes, “I’ll let you girls get back to the others. Think about our offer. We will pay you better, train you up, and if you want to study, we can even discuss potential payment for your learnings.”
Payment-
Your head began to spin. 
Daemon laughed, not meanly, but in amusement, “You’ve short circuited her brain, my love.”
Rhaenyra swatted her husband, “Sorry. You can see how competitive we are, I suppose. I shall leave that with you to deliberate. We look forward to hearing your answer soon.”
You felt Helaena’s arm wrap around yours as she pulled you back and away, “Night 'Nyra.” She called to her sister, who said goodnight back. 
Your mind raced a million miles an hour. 
“Holy fuck.” You whispered, Helaena steering you through the kitchen and up the stairs to her room, “Hel, what the fuck? What the fuck!”
Helaena simply giggled at you. 
“What do I do? I- Thats- Rhaenyra Targaryen just offered me a job. I- I couldn’t possibly-“
“-Why not?”
Helaena pushed open her door and watched you race inside, pacing in front of the bed, “I couldn’t do that to your mother. I mean- Hel- Clearly there’s something that they- I mean- Oh my gods, I’m not even making sense. I just- What the hell?”
The silver haired woman flopped backwards onto her bed, staring up at the curtained canopy, “It's a good offer. I would take it if I were you. People would kill for that position.”
You flopped down beside her, “But Hel, it would be like betraying your mum.”
She turned on her side to face you, “No it wouldn’t. Besides, you wouldn’t have to work under Larys anymore.”
Sighing, you closed your eyes, “You’re right. But Gods, Hel. Me? A lawyer? I never would have thought that I would even have that kind of opportunity.”
“See?” Helaena nudged your shoulder, “You have to take it. Better pay, more options, plus, though me and Rhaenyra aren’t close, she’s a good person. When she takes someone under her wing, you best believe she will have your back forever. Even when you don’t deserve it.”
You frowned at the last part, but tilted your head back to stare at the canopy.
Rhaenyra was right.
You had a lot to think about. 
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neil-gaiman · 1 year
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Hi Neil!
I know the answer to my question. It’s “No, not really. Yes, pretty much. Only if you’re very flexible.” But I want to ask anyway.
My sixth book (!!😱!!) is coming out in March and I’m scared as hell. Do you ever stop being scared as hell when a new book you’ve written is coming out?? Like, is this a forever thing?? Do I just Muppet flail like Kermit for a month every time I publish a new thing??
Thank you for being awesome and doing these asks, by the way. You’re very kind in a world that is often not.
I haven't yet stopped being scared when I send something I'm working on out to a handful of people to be read. Normally by the time the book comes out it's closer to stage fright than real terror though. I've already scared myself sending it to editors and friends. It's a forever thing, yes. And just as you think you're used to it something you've written that's published arrives and you want to show everybody and you realise you aren't used to it at all. And yes: flail away.
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mizgnomer · 2 months
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Behind the Scenes of The Star Beast - Part One
Excerpt from Benjamin Cook's Star Beast Set Visit in DWM 597:
There’s a buzz in the air in Camden Town tonight as the market vendors shut up shop. Businessmen wait on the bridge by the lock. Students rush from the Starbucks, buskers busk. Tourists jostle for a selfie spot, next to the bronze statue of Amy. At the northernmost point of Camden High Street, a man with a mohawk folds away his cardboard placard (‘HELP A PUNK TO GET DRUNK’) and heads across the road to buy a Red Bull from the 24/7. Three men in North Face jackets, one on a stepladder, yank a tarpaulin sheet off a police box. Security guards change shifts.| On Gin Alley, people are still queuing for meat and noodles. A woman in a Kermit tee leaves Oddballs carrying a unicycle. Rose Noble buys a bagful of eyes. Outside Cyberdog, two silver robots, three times the height of the average human, stand vigil. A different crowd is gathered here too, dripping in scarves, bowties, and pinstripes. A dog barks. A neon sign flickers. David Tennant arrives. Some people cheer. Others clap. A boy in a beanie hat drops his falafel. An ambulance siren wails in the distance. Two-hundred phones are held aloft. “What a rock star,” says Doctor Who’s executive producer, Phil Collinson. “I still can’t quite believe David is back on the Doctor Who set.” Neither can he. “It’s mental,” says David, grinning. “We’ve got three more months of this.” It’s mid-May 2022, and he’s donned the vintage Converse once more to play the Doctor, alongside Catherine Tate as Donna Noble, in three hour-long 60th Anniversary Specials. They began filming in Cardiff last week. A few days ago, he recorded his half of the regeneration from Jodie Whittaker’s Thirteenth Doctor.
I’ll post additional parts in the coming months with the  #whoBtsBeast tag. The full episode list is [ here ]
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Concealer and concealing:
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Walking into his trailer you were apprehensive, you didn’t know much about him. You knew your client was a rapper, you had heard a few of his songs mainly when they were on constant rotation on the radio but you were somewhat familiar.
He carried himself with confidence, extending a hand to introduce himself immediately.
“Hi, I’m Jack! Nice to meet you” his warm welcome made you feel at ease as you smiled back at him.
You were worried that small talk would be awkward as it usually was but the two of you hit it off immediately.
“How long have you been a makeup artist?” He watched as you set out all of your brushes and foundation shades.
“A few years now!” You hummed as you unpacked your kit. Jack took notice of the over abundance of luxury items you had and assumed you knew what you were doing.
You applied a base layer, answering all his questions as you stressed that he would benefit from wearing SPF.
“Is that your way of saying I’m pale?” He gasped, making you nervously drop your makeup brush into his lap.
“No! Not at all. You have really good skin” You were worried he was offended unable to tell by his tone.
He chuckled handing the brush back to you, flashing you a smile to let you know he was only joking.
“Are you always this funny?”
“I’ve been told I can be obnoxious but funny is a good choice of words too. Are you here all day?”
“After I finish your glam, I’m free for the rest of the day.” You smiled, taking a green concealer shade out of your kit to cover some of his red spots.
“Now I’m not Kermit the frog so I’m not entirely sure what you’re doing there” Jack laughed, deeply questioning if you were colorblind.
“Okay, now you’re being obnoxious” you snorted making him hunch over with laughter momentarily as you finished up everything. He was easy to talk to and made your day a lot easier.
You were only there to finish his makeup, packing everything back up as he went to set, he had a long day ahead of him and thanked you for being his distraction prior to it.
The interaction between the two of you made an impression on him, taking note of the fact that you mentioned you were free the rest of the day.
“Neelam, I need a favor” Jack smiled as he ran over to his manager, explaining that he needed to get your contact number from one of the production assistants.
As Jack finished getting showered and cleaned up to go back to his LA Airbnb, Neelam knocked on his dressing room door with a folded piece of paper.
“You owe me” she laughed, handing him a phone number before leaving him alone.
Jack sat down, pulling his phone out of his brown leather MCM backpack, ignoring the tons of notifications he had and calling your number.
“Hello? This is Y/N with your makeup needs, how can I help you?”
Jack was smitten, hearing your forced customer service voice made his stomach do flips.
“Kermit the frog here” he joked in his best impression voice.
“Jack? Did something happen with your makeup?” You were surprised he was calling you, wondering if he had been thinking about you too.
“Actually I was wondering if you-“
He was cut off by a male voice on your end.
“Babe? Babe? You home?” Your fiance Roy had just arrived home from work, you shushed him as you pointed to your phone held up to your ear.
“I’m sorry Jack, you were saying?”
“I was wondering if you’d be available to do my makeup for a music video I was working on, maybe next month?” He lied, his ego completely taking a hit.
You felt a wave of disappointment wash over you, hoping selfishly he was calling for another reason.
“Yeah, when you know specifics just let me know” you faked an overly excited voice as he hung up the call, both of you overwhelmed with disappointment.
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roommates | jjk
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-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader
-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au
-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.
-> word count 5.8k
-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.
-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!
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“And cut! See you guys on Monday! 12:00 am! Don’t be late.” your boss Stacey shouts through a megaphone. Stacey is your current director as you’re helping her work on a coming of age movie. You say your quick goodbyes to your colleagues and staff, before going to your trailer. Hair and makeup was not on the crazy side today, so you just quickly change your outfit, pack your bags and leave towards home. 
Living in L.A for almost 3 years had its ups and downs, although in the end you never regretted your solution. It was hard at first – quitting your job as a sales associate back home, but after being true to yourself, you realized that this was not your dream but that your dream was being an actress. You have always had this dream. That dream was yours. Right when you watched the Mary Poppins Broadway Show at the age of 12. God, you had smiled your whole way through. You had pictured yourself on the stage, engulfed by the dimmed light, performing for thousands of people. That’s when you knew. 
Min Yoongi – who started as a cyber friend but with time you guys grew closer and met often; had always been by your side. You had accidentally drunk dm'ed him on Instagram, thinking it was your good ol' fuck buddy back then. The conversation had taken a humoristic turn, when Yoongi decided to play along, a kermit sipping tea meme being sent from you the next day, and that's when your friendship blossomed. Yoongi was already living in L.A and was supportive of your rash ‘fuck it’ decision of moving to L.A. Yoongi had a colleague from work in need of a roommate, and that's when your plan stepped into action. You quit your job, packed your suitcase and hopped on the soonest flight to L.A.
The only thing Yoongi hadn't mentioned was that this colleague of his was a dude. He really waited up until the last minute to tell youㅡand there you were.. totally oblivious of what you were putting yourself into.
You weren’t upset about your roomie situation, no. You were more upset over the fact that it never crossed Yoongi's mind to tell you. - Causing Yoongi and you to end up bickering about ’you not being remotely excited to share an apartment with a male’, in which you remember saying to him, “who for all I know could be a secret serial killer.” outside of his friend’s apartment.
There were two problems unfolding after that conversation. The first one being your future roommate hearing everything as in; every single word. And the second one? well.. He was hot. So fucking hot.
You recall the first meeting being extremely awkward since he was making you nervous. - Reasons being; he was shirtless when he opened the door. Adding to that matter, playing with his lip ring. - Yes, the reason you know was because you were staring at his pink plump lips. Knowing how strong your attraction was towards a futuristic roommate was dangerous. You felt as if you had two choices; living on the street or with the one and only.. Jeon Jungkook.
If it weren’t for Yoongi reassuring you that nothing ‘bad’ would happen, you would've never thought of living with Jungkook for the next three years by now. But as time passed, the attraction slowly vanished and you didn’t feel as smitten as when you first laid your eyes on him. Because you guys were simply.. roommates!
Arriving at the apartment, you slump on the couch as the first thing. Working on set definitely kills your legs, you notice Jungkook isn’t home and think back to your morning conversation of him mentioning helping Namjoon at his bar ‘Dynamite’ tonight. Therefore, you make dinner for yourself and watch whatever is playing on TV at the moment. Somehow you end up falling asleep on the couch, or more likely the carpet under the couch. You’d been exhausted after working for a full day and it surely showed. 
‘’Shh… we have to be really quiet. My roommate is right next door and I don’t want to wake her up.’’ That was false, you were sleeping beneath the couch, invisible to Jungkook’s eyes. The blonde which Jungkook brought home had hit on him until Namjoon had enough and just told him to ‘go for it.’ Jungkook took upon Namjoon’s angry encouragement and now they were here, sneaking in, trying their best not to make a noise to wake you. It was a success – Jungkook’s words not yours. 
As Jungkook is about to open his bedroom door, the blonde whispers, ‘’I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter like there’s no tomorrow.’’ Jungkook was a freak. Risky sex being one of his kinks, he could not deny the offer. Although it was very wrong, you were sleeping not even five meters away from them. ‘’Are you sure you can keep those screams shut?’’ Her knees weakened at his comment and slowly nodded, pulling him towards the kitchen counter. 
The carpet which you were currently laying on starts to itch your right cheek. That somehow wakes you up and you take notice that you had been sleeping on the fucking carpet, not even the couch, no the fucking carpet. You’re about to move up when you hear a muffled moan. You stop in your tracks, scared to turn your head. But your curiosity was killing you, making you turn slowly, seeing Jungkook thrusting his hips in a slow pace, his tattooed hand covering the mouth of a pretty blonde.
You widen your eyes, turning towards the TV, screaming internally over this. You are fucked. You can’t get out of this Y/N. If you made the slightest noise, Jungkook would never be able to look at you again and that could end up with him kicking you out. You did not want that, so you cover your ears – trying to cancel all noise around you. This was to date, your worst nightmare. It was so far quiet, only muffled moans escaping what you had guessed was the girl. You begin to feel lightheaded over the whole situation, wondering if you’ll ever recover being in the same room as Jungkook is knees deep in a stranger. 
‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ Your lips part from Jungkook’s dirty talk – you never pegged him as the type to dirty talk and you’re not mad about it. Wait, no, Y/N. You’re not supposed to think that, he’s your roommate. Your extremely hot roommate. This is bad, this is so fucking bad. 
It was as if all your prayers were heard, because the blonde started begging to suck him off in the bedroom, which saved you from more misery. After waiting it out for a bit more, you finally got up from the carpet, returning to your room in a hurry. 
The sleep you wished to seek was long gone and you were awake until dawn. Seeing it was time for work, you got ready, now standing by the coffee machine in desperate need of caffeine. As the machine creates magic, you space out, maybe it was the lack of sleep – that’s what you keep telling yourself. Jungkook arrives in sight, hugging you from behind and whispering good morning in your ear. His lips drag further down, peppering you with small kisses onto your collarbone earning a satisfied moan from you. He proceeds to place his hand to the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric. You buck your hips, signaling him that you're indeed enjoying this and he should keep going.
He gets the signal, moving his hand under your underwear, his cold fingers making direct contact onto your slit, your pussy already being as wet as it could be. 
‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ He murmurs under his breath, before pushing a finger into your walls, clenching nicely around his finger. As he bites your earlobe, another finger slips in and your breath hitches from the stretch caused only by his fingers. 
‘’You take me so nicely.’’ He compliments, his pace quickening causing you to lean your head back on his shoulder – due to all the pleasure. 
Everything is interrupted when Jungkook steps out with the blonde trailing behind him. He takes notice of you right away, pouring milk in your mug. ‘’Morning.’’ He greets casually and you return it with an undertone of bitterness. You fixate your eyes on Jungkook’s hookup and give a sympathetic smile before you take a sip from your coffee. He walks her to the front door, her hair looking like a bird nest from behind. They must’ve gone at it for a while. 
‘’Wow, that was maybe the best fuck I’ve had.’’ You hear her comment and a grin received from Jungkook. Was he really that good? Jungkook joins you in the kitchen before your thoughts can evolve. 
“Seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday...” you start off with an innocent tone – putting on a facade, to not show that you heard or more likely saw. 
A small grin appears onto his face, “You didn’t hear any of it did you?”
You choke with half a sip of coffee in your mouth, you hadn't expected that. Not wanting to get caught red handed over this awful and embarrassing experience you decide to shrug off the whole thing. Just act like nothing happened Y/N, it might help with your sudden daydreams of Jungkook fingering you in the middle of the kitchen.
“Oh– no no, I was sleeping like a rock yesterday.” You wave him off, trying your best to play cool. 
“Okay.” he answers with a tone that makes you doubt. A part of you immediately starts regretting lying to him but it was for the best. Who in their right mind tells someone that they’ve not only heard them have sexual intercourse with someone but caught a glance at it. Lying is definitely the only way out of this. 
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‘’Shit–’’ You gasp as Jungkook quickens his pace, gripping the sheets above you with both arms. He earns another moan from you when his tongue swirls over your erected nipple. The cold from his lip ring makes you shiver. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead rubbing against your own. The both of you panting as your bodies move in rhythm. Jungkook’s eyes roam all over your body, squeezing one of your breasts and the familiar urge to come pokes at the pit of your stomach. ‘’You feel–’’ Jungkook interrupts you, shoving his warm tongue in your mouth as his hand holds your jaw. ‘’Mmm– you feel so fucking good.’’ Jungkook flashes his white pearly teeth from your compliment, ‘’yeah?’’ You moan in agreement and your orgasm reaches every part of your body –
‘’Piece of shit!’’ You yell out of shock. You make sure you were dreaming, turning around noticing you’re in your bedroom; alone. You lay back down, a sigh escaping your lips in disbelief over how hot that dream was. You had to get out, away from Jungkook and mostly your dirty thoughts haunting you about your roommate. 
The following weeks you kept yourself busy, on set almost everyday and not seeing Jungkook as often. He took some late night shifts and you primarily in the morning. Your dirty thoughts were starting to calm the more you kept yourself busy. Jungkook on the other hand walked around feeling guilty – he noticed quickly how you kept yourself busy not wanting to be near him. Therefore he took extra shifts to help out Namjoon. 
''I just feel like, I did something wrong?'' Jungkook admits to Namjoon, as they were polishing the glasses, behind the bar.
''What if she's genuinely busy?'' Namjoon tells Jungkook, mostly for him to not feel guilty because of all this. ''There is always gonna be some period of time, where the both of you are really busy. It happens Jeon.'' Namjoon was right, mostly.
You have been busy, but it was to the point where you kept yourself longer on set, not wanting to see Jungkook when you came home.
But this was your fault. You grew a huge sexual attraction to Jungkook, not wanting to ruin your friendship, you decided on keeping your mouth shut. 
''Joon, she's usually off Friday, and instead of her being home she was with Yoongi all day.'' Jungkook expresses, not because he didn't believe Namjoon. Sure you were busy, but to the point where you suddenly started hanging more often at Yoongi's place without him? That didn't sit well with him.
''Okay, maybe you did something.'' Namjoon answers, earning a confused frown from Jungkook. 
''Look, maybe just give her a call?'' Namjoon suggests. ''Jungkook, if she answers, nothing is wrong. If she declines? Then you for sure did something.'' Namjoon explains as Jungkook stays silent, not knowing how to fix this. 
Not thinking any further, Jungkook decides to give you a call outside.
You’re currently sitting in Yoongi's apartment, munching on a bag of Doritos, while watching New Girl for the seventh time. It has always been your comfort series, when you felt either down or confused, and right now you're a good mix of both.
Yoongi, sat next to you working on a current record that was to be released in under a week. You wondered if you should tell Yoongi, maybe he could help you out of it. Or, maybe he would just laugh in your face and tell you to fix it yourself. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your ringtone.
You grabbed the phone, seeing Jungkook's name. Shit.
Yoongi noticed your freezing state, just staring at your phone.
''Y/N, are you gonna answer that?'' Yoongi asks you out of curiosity. Your head snaps towards him, nodding your head before pushing the answer button, bringing it to your ear.
''Hello?'' you ask, making sure this wasn't a pocket dial.
''H-hey Y/N, I was just wondering...'' Jungkook starts off, small whispers appear in the background – Namjoon scolding Jungkook for a small second before Jungkook continues. 
''I mean, no, we need to talk.'' He says flatly. Shit. Exactly what you didn't want to do.
Without thinking much, you act like you couldn't hear him blurting out nonsense about there being bad reception and just hanging up.
You throw your phone to the side, letting out a big sigh of frustration.
Yoongi clears his throat, earning your attention. ''Y/N, care to explain what just happened?'' You open your mouth, trying to come up with a lie, Yoongi interrupting you before you could continue. ''And don't lie.'' He warns sternly.
''Well, around 2 weeks ago, Jungkook had a girl over.'' Yoongi hums a yes, making you continue. ''I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and might’ve been a witness to seeing Jungkook knees deep in someone.'' Yoongi scrunches his nose, uncomfort drawn on his face but he motivates you to continue. ''After the incident, I started daydreaming about Jungkook and I... in a not so friendly matter.''
''Ah, so this is why you've been crashing at my place?'' You nod yes, receiving a light chuckle from Yoongi, you slap his shoulder not wanting him to laugh at your awful dilemma.
''Y/N, at one point you're gonna have to face Jungkook. You can't keep hiding at my place and you can't ignore him forever.'' Yoongi expresses, you adding a soft you're right. 
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“We’re gonna have to cancel tomorrow’s shooting. Stacey got sick over the weekend so we’re gonna have to postpone till next week. Sorry guys.” Jia, Stacey's assistant, announces to the crew and cast. Shit, now you are gonna have to stay home the whole day tomorrow. You are hoping deep down that Jungkook would be busy with a shift at Dynamite or even worse a random hookup.
The thought of him being with a random hookup, brought a bitter feeling to the pit of your tongue.
When you arrive home, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, probably again at Dynamite helping out Namjoon. You sigh in relief, retrieving yourself in your room, getting ready to binge a few episodes of New Girl, before calling it a night.
You start shuffling in your sleep, not finding a good sleeping position. Giving up on your sleep, you decide to make yourself a warm cup of tea, thinking it might help your sudden lack of sleep.
As you rummage through the tea cabinet, you don't hear the front door close.
“What are you doing up?” you yelp in shock as Jungkook is standing by the counter, wearing his work attire. Fuck.
“God Jungkook! Don't do that. My heart almost fell out of my chest.'' you scold still in shock.
You realize you haven’t answered his question. ''I couldn't sleep, thought some tea might help.'' And with that your eyes were back to the tea cabinet, in desperate need of finding the strawberry tea flavor.
“Listen Y/N.” he starts.
“Oh no… you forgot to buy my strawberry tea. How could you!” you interrupt him as you have a feeling where the conversation might be heading.
“Can we not talk about that right now? I really need to tell you something. Just please listen.” he says sternly. You turn your head towards him, taking Yoongi's words to you.You can't ignore him forever. So you give in, nodding your head making him continue.
“Okay so I've noticed you’ve been distant for the past week and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if you’re just busy... ” 
You take a deep sigh before replying, “Look Jeon, I- I’m busy you know?'' Avoiding his gaze, you try to come up with another lie.
He nods his head showing that he understands that you were busy. His brows suddenly grow closer, as if he is wondering something.
“For a minute there I thought you might have been jealous or something.” he confesses, obtaining a shocked expression from you. How did he–
“Wha- why?” You ask, not being able to comprehend what is happening.
“I don't know... you just distanced yourself after the whole encounter with my hookup.” He admits, his eyes now looking straight at yours, waiting for a response from you.
Do not give in Y/N.
You scoff lightly before crossing your arms. “Jeon, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. You're being weird. You're being very weird.'' You exclaim, trying to hide your sudden nervousness peeking out of you a little. Shit, shit, shit.
He chuckles a bit, ''You’re literally repeating yourself Y/N. So no, I’m not being weird, if anyone is being weird right now it's you.’‘ he says jokingly. You don’t answer him. Simply ignoring his remark.
“Okay you know what? Fuck this.” Jungkook says, giving up on your little act. Knowing that no matter how much he tried, you wouldn’t give in, cause that’s not you right?
He turns his back to you, beginning to walk towards his room. Not thinking any further you suddenly blurt out, ''Okay fine! You really wanna know what’s been going on? Okay I’ll tell you.” you say in an angrily tone, not thinking of any of the consequences this confession might bring. For once you need to be honest with both yourself and him. He turns around, his eyes now looking at yours.
“What Y/N?” 
“For fucks sake Jungkook! I heard it, every single thing.'' You confess, a sudden silence growing inside the kitchen, as Jungkook just keeps looking at you. You take this as a sign to continue, as you've already fucked the whole thing up.
“Ever since then my mind has been going places. Daydreaming you fucking my brains out. That's why I distanced myself. I couldn't look at you. Not after all this.'' You sigh, feeling a bit lighter. Jungkook is being silent, way too silent for your liking.
That's when immediate regret came upon you. “Fuck, I knew I should've just shut up, forget this ever happened–'' You couldn't finish your regretful comment as Jungkook made his way towards you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide, being in absolute shock. Before the kiss could deepen, Jungkook retrieves. A tingling sensation was now growing onto your lips, already missing the feeling of his lips. 
“Fuck– Y/N. I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” he excuses, adding a small grin to lighten the whole situation and to make it less awkward about what had just happened.
You don’t say anything – still being in absolute shock over the fact that Jungkook willingly kissed you.
Jungkook clears his throat before adding, “well... Goodnight.” He turns walking slowly back to his bedroom, not looking back at you. His door was now shut.
What the actual fuck.
You stand still for a few moments, your mind in a desperate need of progressing what the fuck just happened. Without thinking any further your legs start walking towards Jeon's room. You lift your hand, about to knock but before you could, the door suddenly opens. Jungkook in front of you again.
“Y/N I–“
You don’t let him finish, returning your lips back on his in a desperate need to feel them again. Jungkook tenses under your touch, but it’s quickly exchanged as he wraps his arm around your form, hugging you tighter towards him. As your lips move in sync, you feel his broad chest against your own, his tattooed arm holding you tight. It’s weird how your body grows hot over Jungkook’s touch. You’ve known each other for so long, the thought of sex surpassed the both of you very fast – mostly him not you. 
‘’Mmm– are you sure?’’ Jungkook looks at you in the dimly lit room, his brown eyes fixated on your answer. You know you want this. Your body and mind craves the touch of Jungkook. 
‘’I do.’’ You bring your fingers, tugging his slightly parted hair and he toys once with his lip ring, his tongue making an exit and gently rolling over the metal until he nods pulling you back in. Now his tongue runs over yours, delicately all while his arms are still holding firmly onto you. 
A part of you can’t help but grow impatient. You’ve lived with Jungkook for about four years and in all honesty? A big part of you has wanted this for a very long time. It takes you back to when he accidentally popped in your head while your vibrator was in between your legs, your body in a desperate need for a release. You were so fucking needy tonight and you didn’t care. 
‘’Touch me Jungkook. Please.’’ You mumble against his lips, your hips grinding more against him to feel him as close as you possibly can. You expect for Jungkook to do just that, instead he starts shaking under your neediness. You grow concerned, retrieving slowly to get a good look at him. 
‘’Did I say something wrong?’’ Jungkook bites his lip, shaking his head to indicate a no. He pulls you closer again, his lips brushing against yours, ‘’You have no fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined you begging for my touch.’’ He whispers, grabbing a hold of your hair making you gasp. ‘’So I’m going to give you just that.’’ His arm unleashes from your form instead grabbing a hold of your exposed shoulders in your loose t-shirt. His hands feel cold against your burning hot skin, causing your nipples to erect. 
Jungkook takes notice of how perky your breasts now are, his hand trailing further down giving one of them a firm squeeze. You feel like you’re dreaming, Jungkook’s words are slurring in the back of your brain. He’s thought of you as you have of him. You grab a hold of his black t-shirt, tugging at it as his fingers trace over your nipples, pinching it in between his fingers and your hold only tightens as you pant against his mouth. ‘’Is this enough?’’ He asks soothingly and you almost lose all your patience, wanting for him to throw you on the bed and take you as if this is the only night he’ll be able to touch you. 
‘’No.’’ 
‘’Then tell me where you want me to touch you.’’ You lock your eyes with his, grabbing hold of his wrist belonging to his hand attached to your breast. You drag it longer down and under your t-shirt. He doesn’t move his fingers once they touch your heat, already being soaked enough for him to just slide in with ease. 
‘’Here–’’ You hold his thumb, pressing it onto your clit. Jungkook’s mouth parts as you continue using his fingers on yourself. The sight of you being so desperate for him, and mostly his fingers almost makes him finish right in his pants. The way your lips are perfectly parted, your brows furrowed as his fingers slide in with ease inside of you. You grind yourself on his fingers, still frozen, not daring to move and Jungkook gulps trying his best to remain as he’s loving every bit of you using his fingers to make yourself come right in front of his eyes. 
‘’Right here.’’ You sigh, closing your eyes as the pleasure increases within you. Jungkook loses it, curling his fingers inside of you making you snap under his move. You smile in victory knowing you made him lose all patience with you toying around. 
It isn’t until Jungkook picks up a pace that your smile turns to an ‘o’, an awaited moan finally escaping your lips. Jungkook’s cock was begging to be touched, becoming so hard he felt as if he’d turn dizzy. Your moans were soothing under his skin, reminding him of the wave of pleasure he’s giving you. 
‘’Mmm~’’ You’re still tugging at his t-shirt, focusing just on the pleasure and reaching your orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his thumb circling around your clit all while two fingers are shoved deep inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot nicely. You’re surprised over how good Jungkook is at fingering you. He’s so dedicated to making you finish all over his fingers and the thought is definitely pushing you closer to your orgasm appearing in the pit of your stomach. 
Jungkook pulls you closer, faces mere inches apart. ‘’I want you to look at me.’’ You do as he says, maintaining eye contact. The room fills up with the sounds from Jungkook’s fingers re-entering you. As your high reaches, you let out a strained moan, eyes still locked to Jungkook’s which have turned darker than earlier. His lip ring is dangling free, his lip going once or twice back to playing with it. You get more aroused by the minute, Jungkook’s fingers have stopped moving inside of you.
‘’Fuck, you look so hot when you finish all over my fingers.’’ The praise sends a warm fuzzy feeling, heating your cheeks more than before. You’re anticipated for what’s next, although you really wanna fill your mouth up with his cock. 
Seeing Jungkook is staying silent, not knowing what’s next you surprise him by taking his fingers out of you. He doesn’t hesitate to lick off your glistening arousal that coated his fingers. 
‘’I’ve been dying to do this.’’ You drop down to your knees, roaming your hands on his thighs, squeezing his skin under your palms. Jungkook hisses from the contact, his eyes never leaving yours and patiently awaiting for your next move. 
You remove his gray sweatpants, keeping the boxers on for the upcoming teasing you will accomplish. You palm him through the fabric, moving your head towards it, peppering it with small kisses. 
‘’This is so fucking mean– ah!’’ You cup him, grabbing his erection firmly. At least he’ll stop complaining for now. Your hands are done exploring, Jungkook’s cheeks have turned pink from the impatience of wanting you to suck him off. You know he wants it, despite the fact that you’re taking your time – not knowing if this is a one time thing or not. You want to enjoy him fully. 
It’s as if all Jungkook’s prayers are answered when you finally pull his boxers down, tongue flicking over his tip, glistening with pre-cum. ‘’Shit.’’ He murmurs, head throwing back in disbelief over how your tongue is running on his tip at this very moment.
You open wider, welcoming him a bit more in, hand pumping for what you don’t cover with your mouth just yet. It takes almost a split five seconds of sucking his tip off and Jungkook lets out a moan for you to hear. He sounds almost desperate, the moan being mildly hoarse. 
Your cheeks hollow as you take him further in your mouth, tongue flatly running along his veins. He’s a lot to handle, but your mouth does the job. 
‘’Don’t stop.’’ He lowly mutters, his hand holding your cheek, rubbing smoothly in patterns. You obey, continuing in a pace that has Jungkook grunting and breathing heavily only caused by your mouth. You feel overly confident knowing you have a certain effect on Jungkook. You moan against his dick, the thought overflowing you and Jungkook bucks his hips towards you in a thrust. He continues to fuck your mouth, his cock now coated in your spit. 
‘’I think now’s the time that I finally fuck you.’’ Jungkook expresses. 
You remove your mouth, some spit landing on your chin; your hand still holding onto the base of his cock. ‘’Oh yeah? Who said you’d be the one to dom?’’ Jungkook is in shock over your words, shivering at the thought of you completely taking control over his body. Jungkook’s silence is enough for you to know he’s toying with the idea of you taking over. 
‘’Okay. Take control of me.’’ He throws his shirt over his head, exposing his abs and fully tattooed sleeve to you, laying down comfortably, inviting you in between his legs. You follow his movements, taking off your shirt and dropping your panties to the ground. Now moving towards him, wanting to ride him out like there’s no tomorrow. 
Your hips now straddling him, grinding against his cock and coating him in your arousal from earlier. Jungkook’s hesitant to touch you, his hand moving and holding tight in a pillow instead. 
Your fingers examine his face – mostly his lip because of his piercing – you’re in doubt if you can play with it, so you let your fingers rest on his cheek. It’s as if Jungkook knew your doubt, guiding your finger and letting it rest on the metal of the ring. You bite your lip, gently moving the piercing back and forth. 
‘’Do you have any idea how turned on I get by this?’’ Jungkook interrupts your session of toying with his lip ring. You freeze, mouth agape all while shaking your head no. 
Jungkook presses you down, your folds making direct contact to his cock and it’s so fucking hard. He wasn’t lying. 
‘’Please, just fucking ride me already.’’ He sucks in a breath noticing how needy that actually sounded from his part. He loved how you took your time with him but he wasn’t going to last very long if he didn’t experience the feeling of how you convulse around his cock while he’s inside of you. 
‘’Because you asked so nicely.’’ You prop yourself, taking a hold of the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. The tip barely reaches all the way in and Jungkook’s eyes are closed, panting lowly. The sight is definitely something you could get used to, seeing him getting all worked up for your touch and now mostly your cunt wrapped around him. 
You drop further down, Jungkook’s dick now fully nestled inside of you. You whimper out of sensation of how well he’s stretching you out. You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly. 
Jungkook’s eyes are still screwed shut, his eyebrows grown close and his mouth slightly parted, showcasing just how pleased he is by you. You rake your fingernails in his chest as you pick up your pace, sensing the familiar knot re-appearing. 
‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes his chances, grabbing your ass tightly making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is having again. 
You like that he’s testing out how much he’s allowed to do. Almost as if he’s being careful with you as you’re a delicate flower petal. 
You’re determined to make yourself and him finish in the short amount of time and seeing Jungkook’s fucked out face, you’re close to reaching your goal. 
‘’You feel so good–’’ You praise, receiving a small smile from Jungkook. Your hips are close to giving up, riding as if you have the whole time in the world. 
‘’Come on, you’re so close.’’ Jungkook encourages you, moving his grip on you along with your movements. 
Your legs begin to lightly shake, dissolving into pleasure and finally reaching your second high. Jungkook grunts, feeling your arousal on his cock as you keep riding it. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to lose himself completely, coming undone inside of you and filling you up with every drop he has to give.
''Holy shit.'' You say a bit out of breath, trying to regain a bit of consciousness.
''I can't believe we just fucked.'' ''Makes two of us.''
He turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes, causing small butterflies to appear in the pit of your stomach.
You smile. ''What?'' you ask, still giggling a bit.
''I- did you know you look really pretty after getting fucked?'' He asks, running his fingers along your arm.
Shit, that was hot.
''Stop it Jeon.'' You respond by giving him a small smack on his chest once again.
''What? I'm serious.'' There they were, once again the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to disappear.
''So, what now?''
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welcome one and all to the 2023 t+t tournament!! despite the long wait for the final bracket, the day has finally arrived. due to the size of the text, the list of contestants will be under the cut. due to how many contestants there are, i wont be able to tag everything, but i will tag as much as i can.
now, since it's been a while, a quick rehashing of the relevant rules!
1. be polite to others participating in the vote
2. do not Rig the vote -- propaganda is more than welcome and the askbox is always open for it! i just dont have the energy to deal with botting
3. dont be rude if the contestants youre rooting for are voted out!! sometimes thats just the way things go. theres always next time!
4. have fun !
the polls will start rolling out sometime next week. thank you!!
left:
Hexsquad (The Owl House) VS. Vault Hunters (Borderlands 1+2)
The Bad Kids (D20: Fantasy High) VS. FloweringPassionFruit (Ride the Cyclone)
Barbie + Ken (Barbie) VS. Dwarves (Deep Rock Galactic)
Mabel Pines + Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) VS. The Fantastic 4 (Marvel)
Klaus Hargreeves + Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) VS. Spiderband (Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse)
Lup + Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone) VS. Cleo de Nile + Deuce Gorgon (Monster High)
Spideypool (Marvel) VS. Gomez Addams + Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)
Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. Rashmi Jamil + Amelie Macon + Loam Arnault (Entropic Float)
Link + Zelda (The Legend of Zelda) VS. Peter Parker + Harry Osborn (Marvel)
Huey Duck + B.O.Y.D. (Ducktales 2017) VS. Golf Ball + Tennis Ball (Battle for Dream Island)
Lewis + Vivi + Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animate) VS. Horokeu Usui + Pirica Usui (Shaman King)
Paulkins (Hatchetfield) VS. Magnus Chase + Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)
Bill Preston + Ted Logan (Bill and Ted) VS. Leonard Church + Agent Texas (Red vs. Blue)
Ariel + Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid) VS. Polypirates (JRWI: Riptide)
Cody Goodwin + May Goodwin (It Takes Two) VS. Frank-N-Furter + Magenta + Columbia + Riff Raff (The Rocky Horror Show)
SpaceDolls (Ride the Cyclone) VS. Kim Possible + Ron Stoppable (Kim Possible)
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right:
The Guardians of the Galaxy (Marvel) VS. Julian Bashir + Miles O'Brien + Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space 9)
The Murder Crew (Clue) VS. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Vash the Stampede + Nicolas D. Wolfwood + Meryl Stryfe + Milly Thompson (Trigun) VS. Team Chaotix (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Steve + Alex (Minecraft) VS. Gyro Gearloose + Lil Bulb (Ducktales 2017)
Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) VS. Wright Anything Agency + Apollo Justice + Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)
Westley + Buttercup (The Princess Bride) VS. Shin + Noi (Dorohedoro)
Kermit + Miss Piggy (The Muppets) VS. The Mechanisms
Jeremy Heere + Michael Mell + Christine Canigula (Be More Chill) VS. The Solve It Squad (The Solve It Squad Returns)
Harleyberts + Crockenglishes (Homestuck) VS. Sonic & co. (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Mulder + Scully (The X-Files) VS. Steph Lauter + Pete Spankoffski (Hatchetfield)
Main Cast (Omori) VS. Ben Tennyson + Gwen Tennyson + Kevin Levin (Ben 10)
Ashe Ubert + Claude Von Riegan + Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS. Birdetta + Yoshi (Mario)
Prime Defenders (JRWI: Prime Defenders) VS. Strilondes (Homestuck)
The Mystery Gang (Scooby Doo) VS. Billie Logan + Thea Preston (Bill and Ted)
Splatoon Idols VS. Lexthan (Hatchetfield)
Sex Bob-omb + Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World) VS. Jonathan Sims + Martin K. Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)
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chrisbitchtree · 1 year
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When Steve was fifteen, his father sat him down and told him how he would know when he’d found the one.
He’d want to take care of them. Make them laugh, make them smile, make them feel loved. He’d want to do anything he could to protect them, shield them from the evils of the world. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of them, and he’d never want for them to be apart.
Steve had rolled his eyes, as per usual taking anything his father had to say about love with a grain of salt.
When he’d started dating Nancy, he finally understood that maybe his father was just a little bit right. He wanted to take care of her, and his heart felt full when his dumb jokes were the source of her laughter.
But for all the love that Steve had to give, it turned out that Nancy didn’t want it. She might have been his one, but he wasn’t hers, and it stung.
Eventually though, he was able to see that it was for the better. Someday he would someone who would turn his world upside down, and he’d know it was right that time.
***
It had been a slow slide towards friendship with Billy. When the blonde had first arrived in Hawkins, all fists and fury and howling rage, Steve had never imagined that someday, he’d be laying back on his bed with the other boy, getting high and making Billy laugh with dumb impersonations of Muppets.
His head was thrown back, and he was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes as he listened to Steve as Miss Piggy tell Kermit that she loved him.
He took a puff off the joint that Billy handed to him, and it sent him into a coughing fit. Billy started laughing harder, slapping his hand on Steve’s knee.
It made Steve feel good to hear him laugh, especially with the fresh black eye he was sporting, courtesy of Neil Hargrove.
He’d shown up at Steve’s with a baggie of weed, knuckles bloody and eyes weary, but as per usual, he refused to discuss the specifics of what happened, mumbling that he’d deserved it for the dirty plate he’d left in the sink.
He’d plopped himself on Steve’s bed and told him to pop a movie in the VCR. Before long, Billy was lost in the antics of the characters on screen, but Steve was seething.
He had to fight the urge to drive over to Cherry Lane and get his fist real familiar with Neil Hargrove’s face.
He wished he could ensure that Billy never felt scared or hurt or unloved ever again. He wanted to shield him from pain and sadness and the evils outside the little world they’d created, just the two of them, in the four walls of his bedroom. He wanted to hear him laugh and smile, and he wanted to be the source of that happiness, forever and always.
He looked over at Billy, his red lips pressed around the joint as he took a hit. His freckles stood out on his shoulders and cheeks, the way they did during the summer, after long hours spent working at the pool. The bright afternoon sun steaming through the window caught on Billy’s golden curls, and Steve found he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Oh.
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krash-and-co · 5 months
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OK KERMIT VS KIPPS FICLET
I am so sorry (not really) idk what happened to me (I have always been insane)
as usual vote kipps in @favcharacterpoll !!!
fic under cut. and yes, the title is from being green. mwah
it seems you blend in (with so many other ordinary things)
Quill’s boots scraped under his feet at his slow trek across rough cement. It was dark, it was cold, it was long past curfew and fear sent icy nails scraping the back of his neck. Specters longed for his life force, longed for the rush of a living soul.
But they weren’t the only thing to fear tonight.
He didn’t know why he agreed to come out. Anybody with half a mind would have just stayed home, but Kipps was prideful. Kipps was too prideful. So of course he’d agreed to meet up tonight, despite better judgement and care for his own life.
And it was too late now to go back.
He tightened his grip on his rapier and carried on walking.
The trip to the alley was short and definitely not sweet, more incriminating than anything-- bad shit happens in a back alley most times. You find bodies there. Kipps didn't want to be one of them, but it wasn't looking too likely he wouldn't see his nose to the floor at least once. At least he had the sense to bring his goggles so he wasn't dead before even arriving.
Scratch, tap. Scratch, tap.
His footsteps came to a stop.
He took in his surroundings on instinct.
Around him was garbage, which wasn't a huge surprise. In between him were two brick walls, seeming ever so close to squeezing in on him (perhaps his imagination?) but a surprising lack of ghosts at all. But he still didn't feel alone. Kipps pressed his goggles harder on his face, as if that would help at all.
Nothing.
Somehow that was even more unsettling.
"What have you done?" Kipps called into the night, although no one was nearby. "And how? You know, my team could use someone wh-- oof!"
Something had kicked his stomach. He keeled over.
"Show yourself!" he wheezed. Stumbling to his feet, Quill waved his rapier aimlessly.
As if he was back where he was last year.
As if he was back being blind to the threats of the world.
Damnit, he was better than that. Not much, but--
A flash of movement.
Kipps stabbed.
A clang of metal.
Kipps lunged.
A shove to his back.
Kipps swung around. He felt cloth in his fingers, fuzzy like felt, and squeezed so it couldn't escape. "Gotcha," he smirked, which lasted all of two seconds.
The cloth in his hands was gone before he could register.
"Who are you!?" Kipps yelled. "We're ending this now, damnit!"
You are, maybe, came a voice from above.
No, left. No, right. No, below? Kipps swung his rapier in every one of those directions at least twice.
"You are, maybe," he repeated mockingly under his breath. "Shut the fuck up." Which was kind of bold for someone five foot one with his only weapon pointed at a brick wall.
Are you afraid? the voice asked laughingly.
"Me? no," Kipps replied, afraid. "You, however--"
A clatter behind him. A grip on his shoulder. A manly scream.*
Hi ho, called a whisper from everywhere all at once. Kermit the frog here.
*(author's note: male toddlers are still male, it counts.)
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 16
All right my lovelies we have a proper count for how long this going to be. 17 parts with a epilogue. So by Tuesday this story will be done. I am so grateful for everyone who has commented and reblogged this story every time a new part has come out. You know who you are. I love each of you!!
This is it, the part everyone has been waiting for. The boys finally get their heads out of their asses. Yay!!! (Insert Kermit the frog arm waving gif here). A little Buckingham, too. ;) The next part is a little spicy (no actual sex is shown but Steve and Eddie do get naked). And then a super soft epilogue.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10  Part 11 Part 12  Part 13 Part 14  Part 15
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Gareth was on the phone with their agent when Eddie arrived for practice. Jeff was pacing and Brian was in the corner with his head in his hands.
Eddie skidded to a stop and opened his mouth to ask when Gareth said, “Yeah, yeah, they’re all here. Yeah one second.” And he hit a button on his phone.
“Can everybody here me?” the agent asked.
All of them chorused the affirmative.
“Great,” the agent said, his voice dripping on the edge of too excited. “I got a call from Upside Down Records, they’re based out of Chicago. And they want you come and record a full album with them in August.”
“I’m going to need you to repeat that,” Jeff said.
“Upside Down Records wants Corroded Coffin to record an album in August.”
“Holy shit!” Gareth breathed. “That’s so awesome.”
Brian coughed, trying to clear his throat. “Did they say why August?”
The agent chuckled. “It’s when their studio will be available. They have a band in there right now. But they have to present their album by the end of June. So August was the earliest they could get you in. But they’re super happy to have you.”
“Thanks, Murray,” Eddie breathed.
“I’ll get started trying to find you guys a place to stay while you’re recording,” Murray said. “It will most likely to be a loft where you all would be staying together.”
“That’s fine...” Jeff stuttered. “That’s fine.”
“Yeah,” Gareth said. “Absolutely.”
“Thanks again,” Eddie said.
“Of course, boys,” Murray said. “Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”
Brian let out a watery chuckle. “Yeah, yeah you did.”
“Congrats, I mean it,” Murray said. “I couldn’t believe those asshats at the Queen’s Crown both passed on you. And when you guys go platinum I intend to send them black roses.”
That got them laughing.
“There we are,” Murray said. “Now I’ve gotta go. I’ll keep in contact with everyone to let you know how the living arrangement search is going, okay?”
Everyone voiced their agreement and then the call ended.
There was silence for about a minute and then they were jumping and running to give each other hugs.
“We did it!” Eddie screamed.
“I’ve got to call my girlfriend,” Jeff said.
“Yeah,” Gareth said. “I’ve got my own phone calls to make. I think we all do.”
Brian giggled. “I think it’s safe to say that we’re not practicing tonight.”
“No,” Eddie agreed. “But after we make our calls, we are going out to celebrate.”
The other three whooped and cheered.
Eddie called Wayne and Chrissy. If he wiped away a tear after his conversation with his uncle, no he didn’t. He wiped away several. Chrissy on the other hand screamed so loud that the other members stopped and stared at him.
“I love you too,” Eddie said. “But I’m already destined to lose my hearing as a metal artist, can you not, you know, speed up the process?”
She laughed.
After he was done with her he stared at the phone.
Gareth noticed and ended the call he was on with. He walked over to Eddie and put his hand on his shoulder.
“He’ll be happy for you and you know it,” he told Eddie fiercely. “He’s been your biggest cheerleader since the two of you got your heads out of each other’s asses.”
“I know,” Eddie whispered. “I just wish there was a way he could come with us.”
Gareth gave his shoulder a squeeze and went back to the others.
Jeff cleared his throat. “All right, it’s time to party.”
*
Eddie knew he didn’t have to wear something nice to the gala, but he wanted to anyway. He dressed in a nice black button up with a red vest, the shirt only buttoned from the start of the vest, down. He paired it with tight black jeans and his white sneakers. His hair was pulled back with a black, skull-themed bandanna.
He checked in the mirror again, fiddling with his hair for the billionth time. Chrissy had to drag him from his apartment to get him to stop.
Chrissy herself had dressed up, wearing a pink sheath dress with a white cardigan.
When they got the gallery, they were pleased to see that most of the people had dressed up as well and that set Eddie at ease.
He wandered around the gallery drinking punch and eating the refreshments. In the crowd he spotted Chrissy and Robin with their heads together, giggling at something written in the little program they had passed out. Eddie paused for a moment.
Chrissy threw her head back and Robin looked at her with stars in her eyes.
Well that was certainly interesting. He only hoped that Diamond wasn’t against inter-employee relations, because both of those girls were well on their way to being completely smitten with each other.
He spotted the Karen before he spotted the 18+ area. She was screaming that her little crouch goblin had slipped into the adult area and seen the most awful licentious things imaginable. The guard was pointing out that if she hadn’t let him run around unsupervised he wouldn’t have seen those things. The area was clearly marked and behind a purple satin curtain.
And that’s when Eddie spotted it. Yup. Great, big, fucking purple curtain. With banners stating adults only, 18+, enter at your own risk. He slipped in and was pleased to note that inside they also had partitions up separating, nudity, violence, and social commentary (things that didn’t quite fit in the other two, but were sensitive nonetheless. Scenes after an earthquake, children starving, that sort of thing.)
Eddie started there. Most of these were photos from the photography majors. There were a few paintings and one very notable charcoal drawing. He stopped in front of that one for a while. It was of the 1969 Stonewall Riot. It had a ribbon next to it for best depiction of a historical event.
He moved on to the violence section. The pictures of war. The murder of Caesar. And one particularly hilarious scene of the Bible story of Judith slitting the throat of Holofernes with Eddie as the dude getting murdered. He laughed. He supposed the pose could be interpreted that way. Even if it was a bit over the top. He looked closer at the name and then he really started laughing. Michelle Gardener. The bitch that tried to make Steve move from his spot.
His very first rescue of Steve. Before they talked, before they became friends, before they became essential to each other.
And then finally he got to the nudity section. This is where most of Joyce’s classes were located.
Here was Eddie as Morpheus, as Lucifer, as Lysander. But then he got the center piece. It had won best in show. And it was magnificent. The come hither stare, the sheer white drapes opened to reveal his prone form, the gracefulness of the lines. He was enraptured. None of the other artists had painted him like this. This was a declaration of love if there ever was one.
“What do you think?” Steve asked, appearing suddenly at his elbow.
Eddie’s head whipped around to face him. “Holy shit, Steve, it’s beautiful.”
Steve smiled. “I had to keep taking it home so you wouldn’t see it before now. I wanted it to be surprise. I was so tempted to keep it to myself to only let a handful of people to see it. Mrs Byers. Robin. You. But Robin was right, art is meant to be seen. So here it is for everyone to see.”
“She’s always right,” Eddie said with a soft smile.
“I know,” Steve said with a grin. “It’s so annoying.”
They stared at the painting for awhile just admiring Steve’s work, when he spoke.
“Most of these will be auctioned off at a silent auction later tonight, the proceeds will go toward helping disadvantaged youth to get into art,” he murmured.
Eddie looked up at him panicked, point up at their painting. “Is–”
Steve shook his head. “I couldn’t bare the thought of it going to some random stranger. So I dug into my savings at bought it outright. It’s yours, actually. I’m giving it to you.”
Eddie closed his eyes. “Steve...”
Steve took his hand. “Robin kept begging me to tell you. But I was enjoying our time together so much. But I’m not staying in Indiana. I’m leaving for Chicago at the end of July. I’ll be doing my student teaching and getting my teaching certificate for the state of Illinois. So it’s yours. To have something to remember me by. I just hope you’ll come visit me sometime.”
“Oh.” Eddie opened his eyes to see that Steve was on the verge of tears. “Sweetheart, I think it will go nicely in our apartment in Chicago. Unless you already have a place?”
Steve stared at him in shock. “No, no. You can’t follow me to Chicago. You’ve got a life ahead of you here. You guys are on the verge of making it big. I refuse to be the reason you gave up on your dreams.”
Eddie gently took Steve’s face in his hands. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you for about a week now, but I couldn’t because I didn’t want to face the fact that I would be leaving you here in Indy.”
Steve blinked, unable to cock his head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“Our manager, Murray Bauman,” he said softly, “called last week. There’s a record label in Chicago that wants us to come and record an album for them in August.”
“You’re moving to Chicago for a record deal?” Steve asked, needing to be sure.
“That’s right, beautiful,” Eddie murmured. “We’re moving on to the same place.”
“Eddie I love you so much,” Steve cried, tears starting to roll down his face.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Steve’s. They both melted into the kiss and Steve clung to the back of Eddie’s vest.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he whispered when he pulled away from Steve’s lips.
“Are you sure you want to move in with me?” Steve asked, breathless. “I–”
Eddie cooed gently. “I know it’s fast. I know we had a rough start. But baby, there is no one else I would rather be with then you.”
Steve let out a watery chuckle. “Okay. Yeah.” He looked up into Eddie’s eyes. “Yeah.”
“We have plenty of time,” Eddie said with a soft smile. “We have two and half months to find something that fits both our needs.”
Steve kissed him again. Hard and deep. Like he was trying to let Eddie know every thought and feeling that he kept inside.
When they pulled apart Eddie whispered, “Do you have to stay?”
Steve shook his head. “I’m not participating in the auction so I can leave at any time.”
“Great!” Eddie grabbed Steve’s wrist and hauled him through the gallery as he looked for Chrissy and Robin.
When he spotted them, he made a beeline straight for them, Steve struggling to keep up.
“Hello, ladies!” Eddie greeted with a wide grin on his face. He dropped his keys into Chrissy’s hand. “I’m taking my boyfriend home and locking ourselves in my apartment.”
“Eddie!” Steve admonished, but couldn’t keep the goofy grin off his face.
“About damn time!” Robin crowed. She gave Steve a big kiss on the cheek.
“Would you make sure to grab my painting before the auction starts?” he asked as he wiped his cheek.
“Absolutely!” she said and then pushed the two of them. “Now shoo!”
Eddie and Steve laughed.
“Don’t forget to use protection!” Chrissy called.
“Back at you, bitch!” Eddie said over his shoulder.
Robin turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Now why would you need to use protection?”
Chrissy batted her eyelashes prettily at her. “Because it’s cleaner, and more fun with a ribbed action.”
Robin’s eyes went wide. “Oh. So is that on offer then?”
Chrissy pulled her in for a gut searing kiss.
“That would be a yes,” Robin said dumbly and then kissed her again.
Part 17 Epilogue
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plushieslayer · 2 months
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mfs be like “octavian is such a bully waaa waaa,he blackmailed hazel waaa waaa” and then go stan Clarisse,who probably bullied even younger children (given the fact that usually no one who arrives at the camp is older than 12 years old )…
and they usually seem to forget that Leo also bullied Frank,and bodyshamed him
not to hate on Will,but he literally used a medical issue.A medical issue.Which is scientifically also proved to be a disability (in certain circumstances),to insult an ill person.And he is a doctor like bffr.And then him and his bf let that person kermit,while he was having a psychotic episode.
is your most hated character “annoying”or just unconventionally mentally ill?
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songmingisthighs · 1 year
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Ignominy
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ch. xiii - kermit the frog ??
hybrid!san × human!reader
buy me coffee ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
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You sat on the lobby couch, rather anxious. The company building was beautiful and extravagant, something you completely expect from a big corporation. Even the lobby was amazing. For a company in a 62 story building, having office in over a quarter of its floors is crazy.
"They should just buy the fucking building at this point," you muttered to yourself.
You checked your phone and saw that it was five minutes to 9 am on the dot. You arrived 30 minutes early despite knowing that office hours start at 9 so you can't just go up. But seeing as it was near time, you took your handbag and iced coffee and walked over to the receptionist to get your visitor's pass.
The whole ride up the office floor was wild. You have never gotten into an elevator that you can't even control from the inside of the elevator itself. You almost embarrassed yourself when you waited behind some people for a long while before realizing that you had to tap the access card you were lent onto the underside of a monitor and then the monitor will tell you which elevator to take. It was simple but almost made you gasp.
On the office floor itself, you were immediately met with a person in front of the elevator. "Oh, hey, are you (y/n) (y/l/n)?" She asked as you stepped out of the elevator. "Yeah, that's me," you confirmed while nodding at her. Her face beamed up and she reached a hand for you to take, "Nice to meet you! I was about to go down to get you but I'm glad you were able to get up here first!" she said as she motioned for you to follow her. With her employee ID card, she tapped on a small box and the glass door opened, revealing a spacious working area. There were people around working wearing different types of clothes. Most seemed smart casual as most workers looked rather young, but you'd find the occasional suits among them. Those might be the higher-ranking officers but you can't really be sure.
The girl who greeted you had told you her name but between the hustle and bustle of people around and being wowed by the amazing office, your brain couldn't compute new information well. "This is our HR and legal floor, you can actually access the lab and the C-level floor using the stairs," she said as she pointed to the stairs in the middle of the floor that led up to where people were walking around in lab coats, "But the other floors you have to access using the elevator," she explained. You were so wrapped up in your fascination that you didn't realize someone looking at you from one of the refreshment bars on the floor in utter disbelief.
Soon enough, you both arrived at a room that the girl said was where you were going to have your interview conducted. The eyes that have been watching you didn't leave your form, it even seemed to blur out everyone and everything else.
"San," Yunho called out as he gently put a hand on San's shoulder, "You okay man?" San snapped out of his trance and turned to look at Yunho, "I'm sorry, what?" he asked finally. Yunho raised an eyebrow as his eyes darted between San and wherever he was looking in curiosity, "I... was asking if you're okay... You kinda spaced out on us there, buddy," he said, chuckling awkwardly. San wanted to ensure his friend that he was more than alright, but there was this swirling feeling inside of him that was making him uncomfortable. He didn't know when the feeling started exactly but he knew that his body began tingling and his stomach began swirling when he took notice of you. It was odd, usually, San couldn't care less about people walking by, but there was something calling out to him to investigate which allowed him to take notice of you.
Out of curiosity, Wooyoung craned his neck to take a look at what San was hyper-focusing on but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything due to the pillars outside. San noticed Wooyoung looking around and instantly became nervous as the last thing he wanted was his friends meeting you and being told of how much you hated him. Despite his nerves and weird feeling inside him, San managed a laugh to distract his friends, "You guys are worried for nothing," he said dismissively but effectively making his friends focus on him. Before anyone could say anything, San gulped down his coffee and handed the now empty cup off to Mingi who was closest to the trash can, "Hey, you three best get going before I'm gonna have to make a case to your bosses to keep you. Besides, I need to go to HR to deal with some things," he joked.
Luckily for San, his friends realized that he was right and after a minute or two of saying their goodbyes, they all parted ways.
Once San was sure that his friends are on their way off, he crept over to the office you were occupying with the HR team and stood by the door where you can't see him. He listened in on the conversation and from what he heard, the HR team seemed to like you and you seemed to like them too. Which is bad for him. He can't have you around. Your words from your last meeting with him rang in his ears, the words that you used to ensure San that you had absolutely no intention of ever getting back with him or that you even wanted him in your life. He knew he deserved that and so much more but the irrational part of his brain refused to make sense of that. The irrational part of his brain wanted to be petty and get the last say. The irrational part of his brain seemingly was under some kind of influence because San normally wouldn't make a big deal out of this. Heck, he would let you be. But somehow, he wanted to do something about it.
Without thinking twice, San walked into the room, surprising everyone there, especially you.
"Oh, good morning Mr. Choi, we-" the Head of HR tried to speak but San hold up his hand, silencing him completely as he reached for your CV that was neatly placed in front of the Head of HR and another HR staff. "Since when do you conduct interviews without letting me know first?" San asked as his eyes scanned over the information on that piece of paper. Though hesitant, the Head of HR answered him, "W-well, it was a special circumstance, Sir. It was a request from the Head of Bio Team, something about a report they made on a study that involved Ms. (y/l/n) here," he stated.
At that, you furrowed your eyebrows and rose slowly from your seat, "Excuse me, I don't understand. What study?" you asked. San immediately froze and his brain tried to come up with an explanation. He knew exactly what it was about and the knowledge made him nervous. "Well, one of the Bio Team staff made a report of a study done with the help of your... Material, for a lack of a better term, but we can't exactly disclose this because it is not our jurisdiction," The other staff blurted out which earned her a glare from the Head of HR as it dawned on her that she was not supposed to say that.
"I... What!?" you exclaimed, completely taken aback. Before the conversation about the study went further, San cut everyone off by slapping the paper onto the table with his hand loudly, "I don't care about that, and I sure as hell don't care about this special request because have you looked at this?" he scoffed. The Head of HR and his staff stared at each other as San continued after letting out a disappointed sigh, "From this..." He trailed off, chuckling sarcastically whilst shaking his head before looking straight at you, "I can't even use the word resume, it's easy to assume that she's a pain in the ass house squatter with no comprehension of the importance of having a career in anything whatsoever," your left eye twitched at the words he used made you felt... icky with yourself. San turned to his staff and shook his head firmly, "Our company has standards, okay? Even our interns should have higher credentials than this," he scoffed before turning to leave the room.
As he made his exit, you and the rest of the staff were left dumbfounded. "I... I can... I'll go text the Head of the Bio Team to... Ask her to come here so she can explain everything," the Head of HR said as he left the room with his staff scurrying behind him.
You were feeling so good earlier during the interview before San came in. You thought you were finally seen for your potential but San just had to belittle you like that. Sure, you had some reservations knowing that the company that wanted to recruit you belonged to your ex's family, but it was also your best friend's family. Knowing what you know, you've decided to make peace with the knowledge and look at the bright side. But no, he just had to ruin your moment.
With fists balled tightly, you pushed the chair you were sitting on and left the room to catch up to San.
"Hey!" You called out, making the man himself stopped in his tracks and turned around with an arrogant look on his face. Seriously, he was all apologetic and trying to talk to you, why is he a whole different person now? "You don't get to talk to me like that," you growled at him, making him raise an eyebrow in curiosity. You took that as a sign that he wasn't going to speak so you continued, "You're so privileged that you think you can just look down on people who are still struggling to find what they want to do in life and THAT's pathetic. That shows WHO you are exactly and that's disgusting," you spat. San was taken aback by the language you used. He opened his mouth to say something but you held your hand up to him, "I'm not done!" you stated loudly, effectively making San shut his mouth, "I had a hard time after the way YOU left me and right now, I'm trying to take every opportunity to explore and develop myself. You weren't mad that your team wanted to hire someone so incompetent, but you were mad that someone made a decision for you without you knowing and hoping that after this, you'll be able to just deal with it. How does that feel?" you spat.
San stood frozen, his mind blank but he felt his body regain its own control. Which was completely bad timing because at that moment, he was suddenly hyper-aware that both you and he had garnered quite the audience. People stood by to watch the scene unfolding and among them were his friends who looked just as shell-shocked but with a more hint of worry in their expressions. His eyes darted from one spectator to the other, nervous of how they might think of him. But when his eyes finally fell back on yours, all he felt was remorse. Not just because he felt bad for what he had said out of utter lack of control of his own words, but also because he had finally been made aware of how you struggled to hang on all this time. It was all his fault, yes, but he never truly realized the extent of it until right at that moment. In the middle of his office, with people who worked for him and his friends watching.
Neither of you wanted to say anything after that. San knew if he started talking, he'd just apologize profusely and if you accepted his apology (which he truly doubt), it'll just alleviate his guilt and make him feel slightly better without doing anything to you. You, on the other hand, you felt that you shouldn't ruin the meaning of your words by adding bullshit because the reaction you got from San, while not completely satisfactory, was hilarious. At that moment, you felt like you had the upper hand between you and him. Meanwhile, everyone made a mental note to not piss off the only person who seemed to be able to put Choi San in his place. Embarrassment and tmi aside.
"Ms. (y/l/n)?"
You turned to see that the Head of HR and his staff came back and a woman joined them, looking curious as to what just happened. "Shall we continue?" the Head of HR said. You immediately plastered on a bright smile and nod at him, "For sure." You turned to look at San who has now looked at least a little bit less guarded than before and let out a sigh, "I'm doing what's best for me, okay? Can we all just be grown-ups about this situation and be professional?"
Unfortunately, before San could even make a case for himself, you had already turned around and walked back into the room you were occupying. Realizing that the show was over, people dispersed and left San alone. Even his friends were hesitant to approach him. They wanted to make sure that he was okay but they didn't want to get thrown to the other side of the room.
Left on his own, San's remorse changed into something more painful as he watched you walk away. He felt his heart clench and his stomach drop. He hated the feeling and he hated the fact that you caused the feelings even more.
If things go the way San felt it wants to go just to mess with him, can he truly be professional with you when you seemed to affect him so much?
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sylasthegrim · 8 months
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Cregan Stark x Jacaerys Velaryon - Chapter 3
Tags: male x male relationship, aged-up Jace, smut, slow burn, romantic tension, sexual tension
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Summary: Upon learning of the death of his younger brother while staying at Winterfell, Jacaerys seeks comfort in the arms of Cregan Stark for a night of passion that will haunt both men all throughout the Dance of the Dragons. As the war comes to an end and Queen Rhaenyra appoints Cregan as her Hand, both men must reconcile their feelings for one another and their respective duties.
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Blood Upon the Snow
Chapter 3 - The Hour of the Wolf
Fueled by his fury and aching grief, Cregan Stark marched south with his men, and while in the Riverlands the Baratheons were defeated, he decided against turning west to Storm’s End. Instead, he was motivated by only one thought, that of crossing the gates of King’s Landing and taking the Red Keep. 
The memory of the young prince Jacaerys plagued his mind and senses, and he cursed the Gods for allowing such a bright spirit and sensitive soul to be taken. He knew war was unjust, and obeyed no rule but the cruelty of human nature, yet he had hoped the young man would be spared. His dragon was dead to the sea, just as he was, a death painfully similar to that of his younger brother, and Cregan could only hope the two boys had joined in the afterlife. 
Now ghosts and shadows followed Cregan whenever he went —short dark curls and porcelain skin, the honesty and brashness of youth— and deep down in his soul a crushing guilt kept him awake at night and tormented him during the day. The prince had come to him by orders of his mother, encouraged to form not only an alliance but a friendship, and in the face of grief Jace had come to him in the night to drown his sorrow in the warm waters of Cregan’s affection. Now those waters had turned to ice, frozen by the sudden news of his death, and he blamed himself.
“I failed my duty, Aly,” he told his friend and second-in-command one night after a cup of strong wine. “I allied with him, then failed to keep him safe.” 
As he joined the troops of Kermit Tully, outnumbering the rivermen, a tension could be felt even though they were among allies. Still, the northmen shared their leader’s anger, and it spread like wildfire among the troops —the young Kermit submitted to his eldest’s wisdom, and as one man inhabited by one relentless idea, the rivermen and northmen marched toward the capital.
However, upon arriving at the gates of King’s Landing, it wasn’t war that waited for them, but destruction. The city was in ruins, deserted and ripe for the taking —it took barely any time or effort until the northmen and rivermen had penetrated its walls, and soon Cregan and Alysanne were marching up the steps of the Red Keep, their men pushing the large doors to the throne room open in front of them.
The sight that awaited them was not one of victory, but one of surrender —Corlys Velaryon was standing on the steps leading to the Iron Throne, a resigned look on his wrinkled face, and Prince Aegon the Younger in his arms. Cregan breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the child, seemingly safe and healthy. His stomach had turned when he had learned the news that the young prince had been kidnapped by the usurper’s faction, and he rushed across the hall to get to the boy.
The Sea Snake did not resist nor did he hold on to the boy when Alysanne pulled him from his arms —the child was barely four years of age, and seemed utterly unaware of what was at stake. The look of loss and disappointment on Lord Corlys’ face made Cregan seethe, as he despised it; there was no honor in beating a man already on the ground, and it was no victory if the opposite side was already bleeding out.
“The city is now under my command, Lord Corlys,” Cregan thundered, words that resonated in the empty hall. “Now where is your king?” he spat out with disgust and contempt at the man that had betrayed his oath to Queen Rhaenyra.
Without a word, Cregan followed Lord Corlys to the side and up the rounding stairs that led to the upper floors of the Red Keep. At the bottom of the steps leading to the Iron Throne, Alysanne Blackwood sat, weary and worried, unsure what victory there was in taking a city in the throes of agony —at her side, the little white-haired boy burrowed into her cloak, and his high-pitched voice echoed in the hallway as Cregan walked away.
Another sort of agony waited for Cregan in the King’s chambers, and as he crossed the door, a few of his men behind him, the stench of death welcomed them. Sprawled across his bed, his skin white as chalk and his lips blue from poison, Aegon II lay dead, his eyes staring into the void.
A deadly fury rose in Cregan’s chest at the sight and he turned to Lord Corlys.
“There is no worse dishonor than for a man to be killed in his bed rather than on a battlefield, and those who perpetrated it have disgraced themselves,” he seethed, and the Sea Snake had the decency to look contrite. The young wolf then turned to his men, and proclaimed the start of what would later be called the Hour of the Wolf.
“Gather all the men in the Throne Room. Lords, knights and squires, the men of the Small Council as well —spare no one, and we shall have justice.”
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The rest of the day was spent sorting out the men who had acted under orders, and those who had dispensed said orders, and while the rivermen kept the city safe and under close watch, the first trials were announced. At dawn, Cregan Stark would preside over the Throne Room from the stone steps, and decide the fate of the men that had turned against their king.
“Word has been sent to Queen Rhaenyra, but we have yet to receive an answer. There is a possibility her injuries sustained during the last battle were too great, and we won’t get any answer,” Alysanne announced as she entered the rooms Cregan had chosen as his temporary quarters. 
The rooms were large enough to host a small council of men, and Aly noticed Ethan Glover had forgotten his cloak draped over the back of a chair. On the round table in the middle of the room, maps, parchment and inkwells were scattered, remnants of a council of peace that would still end in bloodshed.
“The prisoners?” Cregan asked wearily —the precarious situation they found themselves in weighed heavily on his nerves. They hadn’t had news of the Queen or Prince Daemon in a few weeks, and they could only hope their capture of King’s Landing hadn’t been in vain. The worst scenario was that the throne now belonged to a boy that was barely weaned from his nurse’s breast. 
“The cells are secure,” she assured him for the third time in as many hours. “Lord Corlys and Lord Larys are confined to their chambers, and Alicent Hightower is held in Maegor’s Holdfast. The trials will go as planned.”
“Good,” he replied, still bent over a report written and signed by Lord Corlys —he had refused to call it a confession, but the details of the events still made Cregan nauseous.
“You should get some sleep,” Alysanne advised, fully knowing she would not be heard.
“I’m fine, Alysanne,” Cregan replied harshly. “You should find a room and get some rest.”
“I would rest easier if I knew you were doing the same,” she insisted, stepping close to him and curling a hand around his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to peer at her, his storm-colored eye meeting her deep brown ones; she was looking at him intently, a question and an offer held in her silence.
On the nights Cregan’s grief had been too heavy to bear alone, and the horrors of the battlefield had rattled the young souls they still both were, they had found comfort in one another —it had only happened a few times, and had carried no affection beyond that of friendship, but Cregan had found solace in her touch.
“Not tonight,” he murmured softly. 
“Allow me to stay with you, at the least,” Alysanne pushed, and Cregan sighed, grateful for her stubbornness. He nodded silently and she smiled, uncurling from his shoulder and taking Lord Corlys’ report from his hands, setting it aside on the table.
Both friends settled in front of the fire, their feet propped up on a small table, and for a second it felt as though he was back in his own halls, side by side with his wife, discussing the matters of the day. 
“What was he like?” Alysanne asked quietly after long minutes of silence, and she didn’t need to name who she was referring to for Cregan’s heart to clench painfully.
“You’ve never asked,” he replied, solemn but intrigued as to why.
“You didn’t seem to want to talk about him,” she explained, and he had to admit she was correct. He had kept his grief close to his heart, along with his fond memories of Jacaerys. Perhaps now, within the walls that had seen his birth and childhood, the words would come to him.
“I only knew him for a few days, but I know we would have been life-long friends and allies,” he recounted with regret. “He was bright and full of fire. Honorable and kind —his devotion to his family was what drove him, and he feared he wouldn’t meet the expectations put upon him.”
“It sounds like you had a lot in common with him,” Alysanne commented with a small smile.
“I did,” Cregan confirmed.
“You don’t have to do this alone, you know. Your men are loyal to you, and even if Kermit often grumbles, he admires you. He will carry out your orders.”
“I have to be the one to do this, Aly,” Cregan answered. 
“Be careful it doesn’t take you down a dark road. Justice is one thing, but revenge is another,” she told him, not unkindly, and it reminded him of the conversation he had had with Jacaerys on that fateful night. 
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Cregan eventually found sleep, although it was fitful and uncomfortable —he did wake up in the middle of a hazy dream to Alysanne pulling his boots from his feet and covering his lap with a cloak, but was pulled back under before he could protest or even formulate the thought of actually going to bed.
In the morning, he felt sore and no more rested than he had the day before, and he regretted that the night had not brought him comfort nor clarity. The affairs of the day would be grim and no doubt painful, but he had to power through, in honor of Jacaerys’ memory and in the name of Queen Rhaenyra, or her living sons by Prince Daemon, if she had not survived the last battles.
That is how the early morning found Cregan Stark, the Gray Wolf, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, presiding over the trials of the Lords of the Small Council, of the Septon and Maester Orwyle. Despite his anger, he could not find it in himself to force the Dowager Queen out of her quarters, and decided that her fate would be decided at a later date. A part of him pitied the woman for the loss of her children, and allowed her to remain in the company of her last living grandchild, the princess Jaehaera.
Seated on a narrow chair a few steps up —he did not dare approach the Iron Throne— he listened to every man’s case. Some pleaded for mercy while others stood up to him, proclaiming he had no grounds to try them or sentence them, and he responded in the same manner to every man: he offered them two choices, both honorable despite the circumstances. Either they could atone for their sins and continue to serve the realm by taking the Black, or they could be sentenced to a clean death, by Cregan’s own sword.
Lord Larys spoke only a few words, declaring he preferred the mercy of a quick death than to explain himself to the Stark lord. Ser Perkin and Ser Gyles from the Kingsguard were not offered any choice, and Cregan declared that he would hand them to the Stranger himself —the Septon was released from his chains and sent back to the City to serve the people, while the others were put back in their cells awaiting their transport to the Wall.
The last one to stand trial in front of Cregan was Lord Corlys, and while the man asked to speak to the young prince Aegon, he was refused. Kneeling on the cold stones, the man looked older than his age, his face bearing the marks of war and betrayal.
“I have acted in what I believed to be the best interests of the realm,” Lord Corlys defended. “I offered a alliance by marriage between Prince Aegon the Younger and the Princess Jaehaera—”
“A betrothal to the prince was not yours to offer, Lord Corlys,” Cregan thundered. “And I would advise against lying to me. You have acted in your interests, first and foremost, seeking to negotiate a position for yourself and advantages for your House above all.” 
“What would have you done, Lord Stark, if you had been in my position? Wouldn’t you have claimed the opportunity to sit on the Council, have a chance to end this war?”
At that Cregan stood up, fury etched on his face and his hands curling in shaky fists. The day had been long and trying, and he found he had no patience for distorted truth and outward lies. 
“I would have rather faced death than betray my Queen and swear fealty to the usurper,” he spat in Lord Corlys’ face, and as an afterthought, brought the back of his gloved hand across the Sea Snake’s face in a sharp slap that resonated along the walls of the Throne Room.
“Lord Stark,” Alysanne interrupted politely but firmly, surely sensing Cregan was losing his grip on his temper.
However, before she could step in or offer a different course of action, Oscar Tully, one of Kermit’s younger brothers, came running into the hall, red from exertion and joy, a large smile pulling at his mouth. 
“Lord Cregan!” he called, uncaring that he was interrupting the trials. “Two shadows have been spotted over the horizon, coming from the Stormlands.” 
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In the early hours of the evening, when night was slowly falling over the capital, Syrax and Caraxes landed in front of the Red Keep where the Stark banner had been hung besides the Targaryen one —the authentic one, a black banner with a red three-headed dragon. 
The walls shook as the two beasts roared in unison, and Cregan was relieved to see the familiar silhouettes of Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. He kneeled as the two riders dismounted, letting go of the young prince Aegon, who he had been carrying. The boy hesitated for a second before bursting into frantic tears and running into his mother’s arms.
Beside him, he heard Alysanne breathe a sigh of relief and joy for the young child, and on the other side of him, Kermit and Oscar were breathing a bit heavier, no doubt intimidated by the two great dragons. The reunion between mother and child was heartfelt but short, and soon she was handing the child to his father, and walking toward her welcoming party.
“My Queen,” Cregan greeted, keeping his eyes low in respect. “King’s Landing is yours. Your enemies and the traitors to the throne are in cells.”
“Rise, Lord Cregan,” she said, and as he came face to face with her, her features were glowing with relief and joy. “We are most grateful to you… Thank you for bringing my son back to me.”
“Where’s the usurper?” Daemon asked before Cregan could answer his queen.
“Aegon was dead when we arrived yesterday. He was poisoned by his own men and supporters,” Cregan explained and Prince Daemon sneered, muttering something akin to good riddance, his mouth pressed against his son’s curls.
“I took the liberty to have the men who turned against him imprisoned,” he continued, and this time  Daemon scoffed audibly, but Rhaenyra interrupted him. 
“You did well, Lord Cregan. Traitors and oathbreakers cannot be trusted,” she stated before turning her gaze to Alysanne, then Kermit and Oscar Tully. “House Targaryen owes as much to House Stark as it does to House Tully and the Riverlands. You have our heartfelt gratitude.”
“We only did our duty to our queen,” Kermit replied, sounding a bit intimidated still.
“The former queen is uninjured. She has been confined to Maegor’s Holdfast with her granddaughter Prince Jaehaera,” Alysanne chimed in, and Rhaenyra appeared grateful.
“I will deal with her personally, later,” the queen said with a pointed look to her husband. “I shall like to see my brother, if it is still possible,” she then said quietly.
“I will take you to his body,” Cregan replied in the same solemn, quiet tone.
As Queen Rhaenyra and Cregan entered the Red Keep side by side and made their way across the large entry hall and up the stone stairs, the atmosphere in the castle seemed to shift. It had been apprehensive since they had arrived, but the news of the Queen arriving had spread like wildfire, and the men were overjoyed, finally able to enjoy their victory. They greeted the queen as she passed them in the corridors, stepping aside and bowing low, and she thanked them for their service to the crown as she walked by.
She looked tired and a bit ill —still recovering from her recent injuries, Cregan gathered— but she made the effort of telling the northmen and rivermen that their sacrifice was considered and appreciated. But nothing could have prepared Cregan for the appreciation she showed him next, as they rounded a corridor and arrived in the alcove leading to her brother Aegon’s chambers.
“You have lived up to your reputation of honor,” the Queen praised. “Jacaerys will be proud to hear of your service to our House.”
Cregan’s breath was pulled out of his chest like a war hammer’s blow, and he stopped in his tracks. His head spun for an instant, and he could only murmur the name he had been avoiding pronouncing since he had heard of his fate. “Prince Jacaerys?”
“What is it, Lord Cregan?” Queen Rhaenyra asked, turning to him with a frown.
“We received word that the prince had perished during the destruction of the Velaryon fleet, five moons ago,” Cregan explained, his heart beating wildly in his chest —hope swell in his throat and it was a miracle that he could speak at all.
“It is true the prince was momentarily lost, but he was eventually found injured and taken to Dragonstone to heal,” the Queen replied with the relieved smile of a mother carrying good news about a child of hers. In that instant, Cregan deeply appreciated her warmth. “He is very much alive, and we have sent word for him to join us as soon as he is able to travel.”
“Thank the Gods,” Cregan replied, and he squared his shoulders, swallowing the heavy stone of emotions that had built in his chest. “I will leave you alone with your brother,” he then added, and the queen nodded in grateful silence.
As she turned and entered the small hallway leading to the rooms Aegon had been found in, Cregan turned his back and let go of the shaky breath he had been holding. He reached out for the nearest low wall overlooking the large staircase and held on to it as a great shudder wracked his frame.
Jacaerys was alive.
Hiding his face in the crook of his elbow, Cregan allowed himself two silent tears of joy and relief —the first tears he had shed since learning the news.
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Cregan allowed himself a minute to regain his composure, then made his way down again —there were still many duties waiting, and many men were still awaiting their trial. He sought out Prince Daemon as the man was discussing the events of the day with Alysanne in the Small Council room. Evidence from the last meeting between Aegon and his men was still in the room, accounts of the day and plans for future offensives.
As he entered the room, Alysanne instantly noticed something had changed in him, and she tilted her head in a silent question. Cregan nodded at her silently, a small smile stretching his mouth. Daemon was looking through the papers scattered on one of the tables, his son sitting on the wooden surface, clinging to his father. The sight was endearing, even though the conversation was heavy.
“—Lord Corlys’ fate still hasn’t been decided, but it is in the Queen’s hands now,” Alysanne continued, and Daemon barely acknowledged Cregan’s entrance into the room. Still, the young Stark lord bowed to the prince and waited to hear his answer.
“We shall deal with him. That traitor will meet his fate, don’t worry, Lady Blackwood,” the man said with no small amount of satisfaction. “We shall deal with them all.”
“It would not bode well for the Queen to start her reign with violence,” Cregan spoke up, stepping up to the prince boldly, and the man’s eyebrows raised. His mouth curling in an interested smile, he looked at Cregan intently as the younger man spoke. “In the North, the man who passes the sentence swings the sword. I branded those men traitors and condemned them to a clean death, but now there are two possible paths.”
Daemon chuckled darkly. “Your reputation doesn’t mention a taste for bloodshed, Lord Cregan.”
“I simply want a chance to pass justice, my Prince,” he replied primly, and the man nodded in understanding. It seemed that Cregan’s unsolicited counsel was not a source of offense, quite the contrary. 
“Very well,” Daemon answered, something dark swimming behind his eyes. “If it is justice you want, then you shall have it.” 
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fairy-tale-writer · 2 years
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Rewards & Punishments
Divus Crewel x Fem! Reader
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Prompt: Reader is caught goofing off in Crewel’s class and finds out the hard way how to be a good girl
Note: Teacher-student relationship, semi-public sex, spanking, bdsm themes, gagging, puppy play?, praise kink, cunnilingus, fingering, safe sex rough sex
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You couldn't help it-Mr. Crewel was teaching a really boring lesson that day and that group chat you were in was blowing up your phone.
You had made sure to make it look like you were writing down notes when in all actuality you were typing. The chat was lit sending chaotic Kermit the Frog memes.
You had been distracted by digging into your meme file to notice Mr. Crewel's icy silver eyes had settled onto you. Your pencil wasn't moving and he watched you seemingly stare at your paperwork for a while.
He narrowed his eyes and strolled around the classroom until he stood right in front of you. Still you had yet to notice as you sent your share of Kermit.
"Are you texting during my class period, puppy?"
You let out a shriek of fright and accidentally tossed your phone onto the table. It buzzed as more "KERMIT" "KERMIT" "KERMIT" was spammed by everyone.
"N-No." You lied.
His eyes narrowed further, "Oh? Then why is your group chat open?"
"Because my friends were spamming me. So I had to reply back or my phone would be a distraction." You lied much more smoothly this time.
"Why not just shut it off?"
"No one in my generation shuts off their phones unless it's absolutely necessary to save power." You scoffed rudley.
"Place your phone onto my desk and then continue on with the lesson." He ordered.
"But...it's my phone so therefore it's my property." You defended holding it close to your chest.
"Or perhaps a trip to see Headmaster Crowley would be more fitting?"
Fuck.
You grit your teeth knowing you would be in hot water if you went to Crowley after that broken chandiler incident. You bit your lip with worry.
"Now or never puppy, make your decision."
You gave him a firm glare before you decided not having your phone for the rest of the class period was better than being sent to the Headmaster's office. The walk to the desk and back felt like a walk of shame. Like you were walking naked in a crowd as others shouted insults at you.
"Power off your phone, pup." Crewel ordered when you arrived.
You held back the insults you so badly wanted to spew at him and turned off your phone before gently placing it on the desk.
"Do not worry puppy, I will make sure it will not be stolen from you."
"Bastard." You hissed under your breath.
You knew he probably heard you but he didn't say anything, thankfully. Although it was a bit childish you didn't work on your lesson and instead sulked well doodling on your note book margins. It wouldn't benefit you and it certainly didn't benefit Crewel, but in some way it was satisfying.
To see him eyeing you as he walked by and find you doodling instead of actually doing work. He didn't say anything, but he did send disapproving glares your way.
Thankfully the class ended rather soon and you raced down to get your phone. Just as you were about to pick it up Crewel snatched it.
"Not quite yet, why would I reward a misbehaving mutt after they didn't finish their work?"
"Because that's unfair!" You snapped.
"Come directly after school if you want to get your phone back. You have to have a lesson with me as well since you spent your class time pouting and whining."
You reached out for your phone to grab it from him but he held it high out of your reach.
"Dammit! Give me back my phone you asshole!"
In an instant Crewel squeezed your jaw in a painful grip.
"It seems we also may need to have a lesson on properly addressing your teachers," He clicked his tongue as he shook his head.
You growled and ripped yourself away from him grip.
"Do have a good day now puppy."
You wanted to spit a rather dirty line of insults at him but held back and stormed out before you could get in more trouble, phoneless...
Determinations shined in your eyes as you snuck into Mr. Crewel's empty classroom.
It was the last class of the day and then you would be heading back to your dorms. You were supposed to be at class but you decided to skip it-just for a few minutes during the chaoticness of dodgeball-in order to get your phone.
You were crouched low as you wandered the classroom keeping an eye out for any signs of Mr. Crewel. If you knew the man right he was probably in the teachers lounge being bored out of his mind with Mr. Trein ranting away but you could never be certain.
You ran over to his desk and scanned the top first for any signs of your phone being there.
No, the bastard must've put it in a drawer. You raided his drawers becoming careless the more time passed.
Mr. Crewel could walk out any moment and see you clearly not where your supposed to be, skipping class, and messing up his drawers. Surely he would send you to Crowley if he caught you now.
"What are you doing?" Before you could react a gloved hand roughly grabbed your elbow pulling you to your feet.
You shrieked and turned to see it was the man himself.
Crewel.
"Shit!"
"That's right, you are in deep trouble now you misbehaving pup!" He spat.
You shuddered as his silver eyes blazed with fury.
"Why aren't you at your class?" He spat, his grip on your elbow tightening.
"I wanted to see my favorite teacher early." You said sarcastically giving him a smirk.
"Get back to class immeadiately. I will report this to your final period teacher." Crewel lat last let go of your elbow.
Before you could retort the bell rang signalling the end of the school day.
"I'm here. No I'd like my phone please." You held out your hand and Crewel grit his sharp teeth.
"Pup, you are making it very hard to control my temper. Sit!"
You glared but obeyed and sat down in one of the front row seats.
"Start working on the classwork you missed."
"Seriously?!"
"Dogs do not talk." That was basically Crewel's way of saying shut up and work.
You wanted to spit something back at him but you instead settled for giving him the finger behind his back.
"Oh and pup-if you do want your phone back you have to do actual work. If you pout and glare the entire time you won't get your treat."
Reluctantly, you obeyed and got to work on the potions. You should be top of the class-your tests and quizzes were immaculate-if only you actually did your work.
"Done!" You announced curtley slapping your notebook on his desk.
Crewel looked up from his phone to give you a harsh look before gazing down at it. With a red pen he checked to see if everything was correct leaving little tick marks behind.
"Hmph. It seems you did a rather good job, pup."
"Now can I have my phone back?" You huffed.
He frowned, "You still have yet to learn your lesson."
"My lesson?"
"In respecting your elders."
"Tt, you are certainly elderly." You snickered.
"Your detention has been extended."
"What the hell?!" You shrieked.
"Pup-"
"Just give me back my phone or I'll report you to the Headmaster for abusing your position!"
Crewel laughed and your face flushed with anger.
"And tell him what? You are behaving like a brat-a puppy that nips and bites the hand that feeds-Crowley would instead punish you."
"You jerk!" You screamed with anger, your fists curled tight, "You! you fucking bastard! You're an asshole who fucks animals and then skin them!"
Further harsh words slipped past your lips uncensored and unbridled. Words that should never be thrown as insults towards another being.
Crewel suddenly stood from his chair and all that overconfidence dissolved into nothingness. You took several steps back from his terrifying gaze. Your breathing became heavy and your chest rose and fell with gasping breaths.
"Mr. Crewel...I didn't-I wasn't thinking-" You raised your wrists to protect your chest.
The teacher suddenly snatched your wrist and you shrieked. He leaned close and you blushed seeing his handsome face up close.
"Clearly I have to show my pup how to respect their owner." He said lowly.
Before you could react he pulled you over to his desk and guided you to lay across it so your butt was left up in the air. You quickly realized what position in you were in and tried to struggle.
Crewel grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and pushed you back down.
"Stay!" He ordered.
"This is wrong!" You blurted.
"Would you prefer I send you to Crowley?"
You hissed but knew that if you were to go to the Headmaster you would be expelled. Your skirt did nothing to protect you from the humility of this situation.
"You are done barking, pup?"
"Fuck you."
WHAP!
You shrieked out of surprise more than pain and shot up to stand. Something hard and thin had just slapped your butt. You dared to turn your head and saw Crewel was using his pointer stick to spank you.
"You bastard!"
He shoved you down onto the desk and whipped you again. Your skirt was thin and short and being bent over so low left your upper thighs very vulnerable.
"Enough pup or I will muzzle you!" He grinned and your face blushed.
"No witty comments?"
"You suck at teaching." You snapped.
Crewel whipped you harder and you cried out. He chuckled and gave you three strikes in a row. You dug your nails into the desk and bit down on your tongue.
He swatted again and you felt something deep within you start to warm.
NO!
No, no, no no!
You were NOT getting turned on by being spanked by Mr. Crewel-your teacher!
After a few more painful blows you felt your core start to grow warm and wet.
Fuck! No! You needed to stop this before you could expose yourself. When he lifted his arm you grabbed the back of your skirt and tugged down covering your burning rear.
"Move your hands, now." He ordered.
You looked over and bit your lip shaking your head defiantly. Mr. Crewel sighed and shook his head. He grabbed your wrists but you struggled. He took his pointer stick and slapped the palm of your hands a dozen times.
Tear drops sparkled in your eyes and you couldn't help but wail in pain. The man stopped when he was satisfied when he saw they were bright red-he did not want to injure you.
"Now put your hands back pup." He ordered.
You obeyed and he continued to whip your backside. Your rear was becoming very warm and the spring in your belly was curling tighter and tighter.
Tears started to freely flow down your cheeks at the regret. You shouldn't have been such a brat to him-you were just really upset by Crewel taking your phone away.
Revenge was the only thing on your mind and this is where it got you too.
Being spanked by him with his teaching stick over his desk.
How could you ever look at him the same? See that stick the same knowing it was used to beat your backside.
WHAP!
You whimpered at that one.
"Please...Mr.Crewel. Please stop!" You begged.
"I do not feel you have learned your lesson, pup."
"Please! I've learned!" You felt so dirty begging but you desperately wanted him to stop before he could notice the slick traveling down your thigh.
"Please!"
The next spank was harder than before interlacing with another recent one.
"For fucks sake stop!" You shrieked.
He did indeed stop allowing you a second to breathe. Your lungs were burning trying to hold back sobs.
"I warned you."
He slid his tie between your teeth and tied it behind your hair. You tried to lift your arms up to get it but he grabbed your arms and gave your palms three swats each. You wailed behind the gag and he shoved your hands beside your face again.
"You dare touch your muzzle and I will not hesitate to make your palms bleed. Understood?"
You nodded and he smirked petting your head.
"We are almost done." He reminded.
The next dozens of swats were painful. You were wailing your lungs, tears freely streaming down your face at the beautiful pain. Slick started to drool from your soaked panties down to your inner thighs rubbing together.
He aimed well for your sit spots and curves making sure you understood just how bad of a pup you were. You were going to cum if he didn't stop soon. As hard as you were trying to hold it back you were on the verge.
At last with a sigh he stopped and you heard the stick placed down beside you.
He gently hooked his hands around your upper arms and guided you to stand. Crewel gave you a smirk seeing your flushed tear stained face, drool leaking from the gag.
He undid the tie allowing your lips to be free to speak. A sob escaped your lips and he smiled stroking your cheek.
"Such a well behaved puppy when you are thoroughly punished. Such a good girl," He cooed.
You shuddered under his touch, but you couldn't deny you craved it. Crewel was a very handsome man and you couldn't deny you had a huge crush on him.
He sat down in his chair and guided you to sit on his knee. You whimpered feeling your well tanned rear burn against his hard thigh. Your hot core was no doubt noticable but you couldn't look him in the eyes.
He rested his hand on the back of your neck and guided you to rest your head against his shoulder. You sobbed into his warm fur coat as he pulled you into a hug.
Crewel guided your hands into his and turned them around to examine your palms.
He brought them to his lips and softly kissed the reddened, sore skin. You whimpered feeling his tongue slip out to lick at a certain spot that had a cut.
"My poor puppy," He cooed, "So close to coming undone but I stopped before you could now didn't I?"
You stiffened and he chuckled brushing his thumb to wipe some drool off your chin.
"You don't think that I can't feel the wet spot on my pants?" He chuckled.
You blushed and looked away feeling absolutely embarrassed. He took a hold of your hips and bounced his thigh. Without any control a loud moan escaped your lips.
"Such beautiful noises. I should give you a treat for being such a good pup, shouldn't I?"
You whimpered biting your lip.
"Shouldn't I, puppy?"
You nodded frantically, "Please..."
"Please what?"
"Please... Master..."
Crewel grinned and took a hold of your chin causing you to look him in the eye. His silver eyes gleamed with lust and confidence, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.
It was a gentle kiss, you could tell he was being soft since he was already so rough with you. His tongue softly slipped in and you allowed him to taste your tongue.
He has this oddly dark chocolate taste. At last he pulled away and licked a tear stain on your cheek.
"Go sit on the desk pup." He whispered in your ear.
You did as he ordered and sat on the edge of the desk. Your head was down and your hands were tucked between your knees.
Crewel smirked and pulled off his leather gloves gently placing them down on the desk.
"Don't be shy, pup." He said kneeling down in front of you.
You blushed as you allowed him to spread open your legs. He pushed up your skirt to reveal your cute panties that were absolutely drenched.
The man chuckled and grabbed onto the sides to slowly pull them down your legs. Your honey pot was deliciously wet and appetizing to Crewel's eyes.
He licked his lips and leaned forward to gently lap at the slick coating your inner thighs.
"M-Master... please..." You moaned.
He grinned and bit on your thigh.
"Yes, my pup?"
"Please don't tease me Master, I desperately need to cum." You whined.
Crewel purred and brought up one of his hands to feel just how slick you were. He inserted two fingers and your pussy eagerly sucked them in. With a smirk he popped them in his mouth and made a display of sucking them with his teeth.
"You taste divine." He purred.
You blushed about to say something when he placed his lips on your clit. A moan slipped from your lips as he seemed an expert with his tongue and lips. His tongue eagerly lapped you your juices well his lips stimulated and sucked.
His hands were gripped tight on your thighs as he ate you out well your hands gripped onto his hair. He moaned against your lips whenever you accidentally tugged. You couldn't stop the moans and whimpers escaping your lips.
"Master...I'm gunna cum...please lemme cum!" You whined.
He smirked, "Such beautiful begging. Cum for me, pup. Let me taste your nectar."
He suckled on your clit.
With a keen of pure pleasure you came, your legs trembling hard. You sobbed as Crewel licked up all you gave extending your orgasm further.
He finally pulled away and reached into his desk pulling out a condom and lube.
"You do this often?" You snarked despite being blissed out.
Crewel chuckled and gave you a soft kiss that only lasted a few seconds. You could taste yourself on his lips.
He released his cock that had been trapped in his pants for oh so long. It was bright red and dripping heavy globs of pre cum. It was just slightly above average and looked just as sexy as the man it was attached to. With a wicked smirk he peeled his jacket off and laid it on the chair.
He grabbed the condom and tore it open before sliding the rubber over his member before lubing himself up.
"Are you ready pup?" He questioned.
You nodded and he slid right in. You moaned feeling your walls spread for him. To help he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he pushed in deeper and deeper.
"Is this your first time darling?" He breathed hotly into your ear.
"No." You whimpered.
"Then I'll have to make sure the previous lovers pale in comparison to me."
He grabbed onto your hips and started thrusting. You wrapped your arms around his neck feeling his thrusts deep inside you. Crewel could feel your core clutching him tight, begging for him.
"You are so desperate aren't you?" He moaned, "Like a bitch in heat?"
"Yes... please..." You moaned.
"So eager, your tail wagging at the thought of my cock deep into your pussy cat?" He nipped at your shoulder leaving hickies and kisses.
"I should put my favorite collar on you... torture you with orgasms until you are tugging on the leash, begging for me to stop." He dirty talked.
You were melting in his grasp. One of his thrusts suddenly hit an area that made you see stars. Crewel moaned as you clenched down tight and sped up his thrusts nailing deep inside you.
You sobbed and clutched at his vest wishing you two were naked. You wanted to feel his soft skin underneath your palms. To feel your nails claw down his back.
The pressure in your belly was growing too high.
"M-Master I'm going to-" You keened feeling his thumb rub your clit.
He pulled away from suckling your collarbone, "Then cum, my little spoiled pup."
With a wail of pure pleasure-thst oddly sounded alot like Crewel's nane-the spring snapped and release washed over you.
Your nerves were on fire and your core was clenching hard on the man's cock that was brutally pounding into you. Your back fell against the desk sobs mixing with your moans feeling him in so deep, extending your bliss.
At last he came and you shuddered feeling his cock twitch violently inside you. Crewel slammed his palms beside you to prevent himself from falling onto you.
He was sweating and panting but he couldn't deny that was one of his top sessions. When he peeled off the condom so much cum had been stored in there. Maybe another time you can give him a blow job and feel that cum rain on your lips and face.
Your honey pot tingled at the thought but was too exhausted to make anything out of it. You wiped your cheeks with your sleeve at least trying to look presentable.
You saw him reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone.
"Here's your phone," Crewel held out the device and you eagerly took it back.
"Thank you Ma-Mr. Crewel." You blushed in embarsment remembering you were the one who gave him the title.
He didn't exactly ask for that specific title.
"You can only call me Master during our...study sessions." He grinned.
"You mean...this isn't a one time thing?" A soft smile came to your lips.
"Hmph. You are lacking stamina and I'll have to see just how good your rebound is...but yes, indeed my dear pup."
You nodded and he leaned down to gently kiss your cheek.
"Go on now, pup. Go have fun."
"What about my...?"
"These?" He held them up and you blushed at the ruined condition they were in.
"These are staying with me."
"What?!"
"And it's rather windy today pup. Do be cautious on your way back." He purred.
You wanted to spew insults but you knew it wasn't worth it. With a sigh you wished your teacher a good day and walked off.
Once you arrived back to the Ramshackle dorm your poor honey pot was once again dripping. The wind blowing past your sensitive skin and the brutal fact that if you weren't careful the boys of the school would have a good look at it.
"That damn Mr. Crewel!"....
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