#my bf has helped me grow massively the past few years and things are just slotting into place :^)

[luvdsc]

doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you”  to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

One new notification: peachyangel uploaded a new video!

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!! 

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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GoT Afterthoughts ep. 08x01 ‘Winterfell’(Part 3)

Annnnd I’m back again! So where were we? Oh yes, back in Cersei’s boudoir...

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The first thing I noticed is Cersei is drinking wine again. I’m still not 100% sure she was pregnant to begin with, guys. They were very secretive and ambiguous about the whole thing if you think back on it — and those leaks about her miscarrying turned out to be a wash.

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Cersei is still salty about those damn elephants.

Same girl, saaaaame.

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Euron wants to know how he compares to her past lovers. She strokes his massive ego a bit until he brings up Jaime—still a tender wound, she warns him to tread lightly, then simultaneously insults and compliments him as he lays a possessive hand on her stomach and declares he’s going to put a prince in her belly. She promptly dismisses him.

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What’s striking here is that Cersei appears to be fighting off tears. Clearly, she didn’t want to sleep with Euron, but did so to keep him loyal to her. Love her or hate her, it’s sad to see her at such a desperate and low point where she’s basically whoring herself to keep an ally. Especially when Euron is such a wildcard, and now that he basically got exactly what he wanted—who’s to say he’ll stick around?

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But, if you believe in political!jon, this is quite the parallel to Jon essentially doing the same to hold onto a wildcard ally in Dany.

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I’m still not sold on a Cersei pregnancy/miscarriage guys...

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While Euron is distracted, Theon and what remains of the Iron Born loyal to them, free Yara. She promptly headbutts him for leaving her ass, then helps him up. Now they’re even. 10/10 realistic sibling behavior. lol

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Yara wants to head back to the Iron Islands, but senses Theon’s need to make amends to the Starks. She sends him to Winterfell with her blessing. I truly love these two as a strong family unit!! Gahhhhhh

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We drop back into Winterfell where Lord Royce greets Alys Karstark and her people. And why this is necessary got me like 👀. Almost as much as why Alys was cast as a tall, red-headed girl... perhaps to fake a death scene of another important tall red-headed girl with the battle of Winterfell right around the corner?

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Davos schools Tyrion and Varys on Northern stubbornness and loyalty. Then he proposes a marriage alliance between Jon and Dany if the world should survive. And fucken gag me, Dadvos... I expected better of you! lol I believe the words he uses are “a just woman and an honorable man.” And I’m sorry, it’s just hard for me to reconcile this statement with the same Davos who was extremely skeptical of the things Missandei was saying about Dany last season. Or the same Davos who looked extremely uncomfortable with Dany’s tantrum on the beach when she accused her hand Tyrion, of not wanting to murder his family... but, I digress.

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We end this scene on Varys’ ominous words, sure to leave a bitter taste in your mouth: NOTHING LASTS. Drop those truth bombs, Varys.

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A marriage alliance between a truly just woman and an honorable man is probably still in the cards... just sayin’.

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We drop down from the battlements where Dany and Jon are strolling amongst the battle preparations. Of all the things they could be talking about: the wall falling, the issue of food shortages, etc. Dany brings up Sansa, of course. (no love triangle brewing here folks, none at all).

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Dany licks her lips and looks around coyly, as if annoyed. “Your sister doesn’t like me.” — well neither did Bran really, or any of the northern lords, but it’s only Sansa’s name on Dany’s tongue—how curious. (Not really).

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Jon’s eyes shift nervously before he turns to face her and sighs (because I’m telling you, he knew this was coming and it’s no coincidence that he’s kept his mouth shut and stayed out of the conflict). “She doesn’t know you.” Truth. He attempts a joke at how Sansa didn’t like him much either when they were growing up, but Dany isn’t amused.

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“She doesn’t have to be my friend, but I am her queen. If she can’t respect me…” Dany leaves the threat and it’s implications hang in the air between them, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

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Dark!dany is here, y’all.

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I’m sure Dany stans and the jonerii are twisting themselves into pretzels to explain this away.

I mean, it’s not like Emilia herself didn’t warn us all that her character would be doing some ‘weird shit’ and we’d know when we saw it...

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But Jon’s face here is strikingly similar to these various scenes...

And...

And...

Same. Ass. Energy. You do the math friends, but he’s certainly not looking upon her lovingly.

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Luckily for Sansa and Jon, the Dothraki steal Dany’s attention to inform her of the livestock count of the dragons’ current dinner menu: 18 goats and 11 sheep. Dany looks alarmed—the dragons are barely eating. Barely. Do you have any idea how many people that amount of livestock could feed?

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That’s why it’s really hard for me to not be critical of Dany’s character here. I realize she loves her dragons and they are her ‘children’, but in this moment she shows more empathy for the dragons lack of food (who truly can fly off and hunt) than that of the actual people who quite possibly could starve—and was irritated with Sansa for bringing it up.

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And I will show this fucken gif as many times as I want because it’s so important!!

Food is so important. Don’t let the antis try and tell you otherwise.

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Jon and Dany go to check on the dragons, and we have the scene we were treated to from the early released stills.

Jon asks what’s wrong with the dragons and Dany replies “they don’t like the North.” — and there is definitely a double meaning behind her words, as I don’t think Dany much likes the North, either. She climbs atop Drogon while Rhaegal expresses a curious interest in Jon.

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“Go on.” Dany encourages Jon. Not the brightest move to give your bf of 10 minutes the keys to one of your WMD’s, and especially since there are surely much more important things to be done since being made aware that the wall is down and your other child is now a flying ice demon, but hey, joy ride time you crazy Targ kids!

~

So this must be the comedic scene the D’s talked about. I know everyone had mixed feelings about Jon riding a dragon, but I must say, I rather enjoyed this scene—except for the music, which for awhile seemed like a very jarring variation of the Truth theme. The music is very important in this show, so I’ll be curious to know when this pops up again, and where. Perhaps a dragon face off in another dance of dragons? Hmmm?

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Drogon takes the lead, and Dany seems rather amused at scaring the pants off of Jon when she nose dives Drogon into a ravine and Rhaegal follows. Oh, but what’s this? Jon has realized he can control Rhaegal on his own, and brings the dragon in for a landing. Dany—a bit surprised at this—follows suit. Girl, you should be worried.

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But she’s not, of course—at least not for long, because she’s busy being ‘twitterpated’ a’la a typical Disney flick, at the impressive place Jon chose to land—right beside an amazing waterfall. Props to loverboy, this is 10/10 primo scenery on the romance scale.

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I would like to take a moment here to be petty af and point out that it is Daenerys that says the “we could stay here a thousand years” line—not Jon. And who could forget his super-romantic and witty come-back; complete in his Northern drawl: “we’d be pretty old.”

and Dany’s expression says everything! lol This from Mr. ‘I’d like to see you in a silk dress so I can tear it off you’. Pretty weak, Jon. You’re losing romance points for that!

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Okay, but all joking aside, because I know a lot of my fellow Jonsas were probably a little put off by this scene; let’s break it down. After Jon’s crappy comeback, Dany moves closer to him, and he says something kind of flirtatious and sweet: “It’s cold up here for a southern girl.”

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This is actually a very Jon-like thing to say, and I could even see this kind of banter between him and Ygritte. It’s also a very ‘equal’ thing to say—here, where no one is around, and formalities aren’t necessary. After all, had he said, “it’s cold up here for a southern queen,” it wouldn’t have had the same punch, now would it?

~

However, Dany has no interest in being Jon’s equal — even here, alone, her first instinct is to remind Jon she’s the queen: “then keep your queen warm” — not, “then this northern boy better keep her warm”, or “then keep your southern girl warm.” Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but that’s what hopped out at me.

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Now the kiss. Sigh. Yes, I’m not gonna lie, it definitely looks like Jon’s into it. But my darling Jonsas, before you’re ready to throw Jon under the bus (as I imagine quite a few of you did while I took an entire week to write up my recap) the parent reveal hasn’t happened yet! Simmer down and find your zen, Jon is not a northern fool!

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And for you antis lurking around: NO. This doesn’t negate political!jon. Not even a little bit. If political!jon is true, then he’s doing exactly what he committed to do—keeping Dany happy and keeping her North. The unfortunate trade-off is, she’s now their queen.

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But what do we have here? Drogon seems a little restless, and Jon immediately breaks the kiss, and casts nervous eyes in the dragons direction. (Gods yes, this is so romantic). Dany laughs it off and tells Jon not to be afraid, pulling him back into the kiss. But while she’s all oblivious and lost in the kiss, Jon leans her body sideways and opens his eyes to eyeball Drogon, who’s giving him a look like ‘bitch, I know who you are, and I know what you’re doing. Watch your back.’

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Is it a wonder why every single Jonerys love scene has been interrupted by weirdness? Bloody birth flashbacks, creepy brother voice-overs, no first kiss, growling stink-eyed Drogon... it’s almost like they’re trying to tell us that this isn’t really a romance.

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And this is where I leave you, for now. The last part will follow shortly, and NO, I won’t break my future recaps into parts. I only did it this way because myself and half my house are sick.

#got afterthoughts #part 3 #got recap #jonsa #political!jon #dark!dany #anti jonerys #anti targaryen restoration #anti daenerys #(not really but just being safe) #melissa rants #long post

[tertiaryembarrassment]

I hardly ever see any sam stuff so I'd love to read 130 with him.

130: “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!” 3580 words 

request a prompt

(for the purposes of this we’re gonna pretend Sam never imprinted on Emily because female friendships are important and I’m not about to write some bull ‘emily hates reader bc she stole her bf’) (and i’ll put it under the cut bc i clearly went 3000 words overboard)

              “Y/N,could you pass me the salad dressing?”

              Youreyes follow the line from Emily’s pointed finger to a bottle of dressingsitting unopened on the counter beside you, grabbing it and tossing it into herwaiting hands. She smiles in thanks and turns back to focus on the large bowlof greens before her, slowly unscrewing the bottle and upending it into thesalad. You continue to chop away at the pile of vegetables laid before you,sharp knife gliding easily through a mound of onion.

              The twoof you move in harmony through Emily’s kitchen, passing ingredients back andforth, offering taste test spoonfuls to the other, sharing pointers and tipsfor the next step in the recipe. In the past weeks, this dance had becomeroutine for you, spending afternoons pouring over large dinners for the pack ofhungry shapeshifters she so often hosted. The pack harboured the largest ofappetites on their best days, but lately they were coming home completelyfamished, tired and sore from the extra patrols Sam had planned for them.Apparently, new Cold Ones in the area, these ones seemingly unlike the Cullenfamily that lived in Forks, had the boys on edge. Whatever the case, you’resure the pack can handle whatever the vampires can throw their way – theyalways have.

              It’ssometimes strange, you think to yourself, to think of how you got yourself intothis in the first place. You sweep a mountain of chopped onions into your handand pour them into the frying pan on the stove, a soft song erupting from thepan as they simmer in the oil. Sam was the first one from the pack that you’dmet. You remember that day very clearly – it was only a few months ago, afterall – when you were sitting quietly in the coffee house, reading to yourself,when you momentarily locked eyes with Sam Uley just in time to see him fumblewith his drink, spilling its contents across your table and into your lap,soaking right through your copy of Prideand Prejudice. You helped him clean it up, and he offered to buy youanother book as an apology. It would be weeks before he’d let you in on thewerewolf secret – but you’d been close friends ever since.

              Hebrought you to meet the other shapeshifters soon after that, and in thefollowing weeks you would find yourself settling in comfortably to this odd,unconventional little family. You uncover a jar of tomato sauce, pouring itslowly over a pan of frying onions and meatballs. To your right, Emily leansover a tray of bread slices, applying a coat of butter and garlic to each,readying them for the oven. Emily, although not a shifter, was clearly thematernal figurehead of the group, and had welcomed you so warmly when you firstmet. All of them did, you think, a small smile creeping across your lips at thethought of your friends. They were the most close-knit group you’d ever been apart of, and you counted yourself lucky to be found among their ranks, each oneof them bringing a close friendship you hadn’t experienced in too long – some,closer than others.

              “Whatare you smiling about?” Emily says, and you jump. You had hardly realized you weresmiling, let alone that she had been watching.

              You biteyour lip, banishing the expression sheepishly. “No reason. I’m just… happy.”

              Shesmiles, nodding her head and turning back to work on the garlic bread. “I see.Well, keep working, Happy, we have hungry werewolf mouths to feed.”

              Laughing,you obey the command, stirring the sauce in its pan and pulling shakers ofherbs and spices from the cupboards. It’s not long before the food is done, thesavoury smell filling Emily’s small house and wafting out the open front doorwith the summer breeze. A stack of glasses in your hands, you leave the sauceon low and turn to set the dining room table, pulling out placemats and cutlerywhile Emily oversees the oven. With two pairs of hands, the work goes quickly,and the table is set in no time, a full spread of pasta, salad, and garlicbread awaiting it’s devourers. You’re opening your mouth to ask Emily when theboys said they’d be home when you can hear whoops and hollers from the streetoutside – roughhousing and laughter, the telltale signs of the pack.

              “Incoming,”Emily laughs, moving towards the door to greet the boys as they come in. Youstand straighter, uncrossing your arms and smoothing down your shirt.

              Youcount the pack members as they file in, clapping Emily on the back or throwinga one-armed side hug over her shoulder. She’s all smiles, greeting each one asthey move past her. “Hey Quil, Embry, Jacob,” she starts. Seth enters next, agrin spread across his face – not unusual for Seth – and throws both his armsaround her in greeting. “Hi, Seth!” Leah crosses in after, not stopping togreet Emily, as she’s already occupied with her brother, instead throwing a nodand a tight-lipped smile over her shoulder. “And Leah,” she finishes.

              No oneelse enters.

              You tryto hide your disappointment, a frown settling on your brow as you curl your lipin. “Where’s Sam?”

              They’vealready taken up seats around the table, shoveling piles of food onto emptyplates. Jacob answers you, his words muffled by the mouthful of garlic breadrolling in his cheek. “He didn’t want to leave the perimeter unguarded while weate. With the Cold Ones out, and everything. He’s staying back until we’redone, he’ll come get some when we relieve him.”

              “If there’sany left,” Emily teases.

              “Jaredand Paul stayed behind too,” Quil notes, eyebrows raised pointedly at you. “Notthat you’d notice.”

              A blushheats your face at his comment, and you swing on your heel towards the sinkbefore one of them can point it out. You scrub off a few dirty dishes, gratefulfor something to occupy your attention.

              “LeaveY/N alone, Quil,” Emily scolds, moving to lean on the counter beside you. Thepack’s conversation quickly diverges from you to the new vampires in the area,the boys each positive they could take down the coven single-handedly. Soonthey’re shouting over one another, easily drowning out your voice as you speakto Emily in a hushed tone.

              “It’snot like that, you know,” you say, eyes glued to the soapy water that coversyour hands, dirty saucepan gripped tightly in a balled fist. “We’re justfriends.”

              Emilynods in understanding. “I know,” she agrees, the corners of her lips tugupwards, and her eyes flicker to meet yours. “But just so you know? I don’tthink he’d mind if that wasn’t true.”

              Confusionspreads across your face. You open your mouth, about to ask for clarification –what could she mean by that? – when she pushes herself from her place leaningon the counter to join the others at the table.

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              In thenext few hours, the pack has ravaged the meal, leaving little for the threelatecomers, and made their way back into the forest to continue their patrols,grateful for their full bellies before a night of long work. Apparently, thenew coven was more of an issue than you had assumed, the boys telling you abouttheir strength and power, the violence in the vampire’s nature, over dinner.You felt a pit of nervousness grow in your stomach at the thought of Sam beingout there alone.

              When thelast of them were gone, you and Emily begin to gather empty plates and glasses,filling the dishwasher. You take three clean plates, filling them with the lastof the food and setting them aside for Sam, Paul, and Jared, before continuingto help clear the table. You’re wiping crumbs from the tabletop with a clothwhen the three boys stumble in, exhausted and sweaty from their long shift.

              Youcan’t help the smile that spreads across your lips. “Hey, Paul, Jared,” you nodin greeting, which they return. Your eyes flicker to Sam, who crosses thethreshold a moment after they do, ducking as he passes under the door, hismassive frame almost too tall for the entrance. “Sam.”

              Hissmile matches yours. “Y/N.”

              A breathof relief escapes you, in part thanks to the knowledge that he’s alright, butalso due to the comfort his presence brings. You’d never been able to describeit – never even tried to say it out loud – but whenever he’s near, things justfeel more… right than when he’s not.As if a part of you stays with him when he leaves, and the rest of you longsfor the missing piece when it’s gone.

              “Hey,guys,” Emily calls in greeting from the kitchen sink, up to her elbows in dirtydishes and bubbles. “We saved as much as we could for you. Those boys areanimals.”

              “Wolves,” Jared laughs, earning a clap onthe back from Paul. The two move towards the table, uncovering their plates andtearing in, as if it’s been years since they’ve had a good meal. You know for afact that’s not true – you’d cooked for them just last night, they act likethis every time.

              Sammakes his way to the table as well, squeezing your arm as he passes you.“Thanks so much, girls. We really appreciate it.”

              “Anytime,”you assure him, taking an empty seat between Jared and Sam. You don’t see it,but Emily shakes her head, a playful smile on her lips, at the sight of youabandoning her with the dishes. You turn your attention between the wolves,watching them gulp down food like they’re not sure where their next meal willcome from.

              “So,Y/N, did the other guys tell you about the coven that’s been lurking aroundForks?” Jared says, excitedly, through a mouthful of pasta.

              Youshake your head. “Only a little – that they’re more powerful than youanticipated. They seemed confident that they could take ‘em, though.”

              Samsmacks his lips, interjecting without looking up from his food. “Cocky, you mean. Too much confidence isdangerous when you’re dealing with a powerful enemy.”

              “Arethey that dangerous?” You ask, worry dripping from your tone.

              “Vampiresare always dangerous,” Paul says.

              Jaredfinishes for him. “But these ones are some of the strongest we’ve ever seen.There’s not many of them, but they’re expert trackers and they’re incrediblyfast. Not faster than us, but still – I’d be scared if I were a human-”

              Samshoots him a sharp glare. “Don’t scare her, idiot,” he scolds, his voice deepand stern. He shifts his attention to you, his eyes softening. “Don’t listen tohim. We’ve got everything under control.”

              Fromhere, Sam leads the conversation away from talk of Cold Ones and danger,instead opting to comment on the deliciousness of the food, for which hereceives sincere thanks from you and Emily. Jared and Paul get to talking aboutsome new action movie coming out that they’re dying to see, and eventually youexcuse yourself from the table, remembering you were supposed to help with thecleaning.

              “Sorry,Emily,” you apologize, grabbing a towel and a clean dish, beginning to dry. “Ijust wanted to sit down for a minute.”

              Shedoesn’t tear her gaze from her hands, deep in the murky water, running a clothover a submerged dish. There’s a smile in her voice when she speaks. “Oh, don’tworry about little old me,” she laughs, flickering her eyes to you, and then tothe boys around the table. She lowers her voice, leaning towards you. “I hearthe company over there is much moreexciting.”

              “I toldyou it’s not like that!” You protest, voice shrill but hushed in a loudwhisper. Your laugh, smile, and blushed cheeks betray you. “I… like him. But we’rejust friends; I like being friends.”

              Shepresses her lips together, an unconvinced nod of concede. “I believe you,” shesays.

              “No, youdon’t,” you say.

              She laughsagain. “I really don’t.”

–

              Before long,the three have finished their dinner and helped with the finishing touches onthe cleaning. The group exchanges a round of thanks, for the food, for thetidying, for keeping the reservation safe. It’s Sam who first says they should returnto patrol to help the younger wolves, but his indominable sense ofresponsibility is met with groans of protest from not only Paul and Jared, butEmily.

              “Actually,I made dessert,” she says, and you furrow your brow. She hadn’t mentionedanything about a dessert to you, and she hadn’t offered it to the other half ofthe pack. “It’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

              Paul leapsup to Emily instantly. “What kind of dessert? Where is it?”

              She batshim away. “Give me a second, and I’ll get it ready. The point is, you’ll allstay a bit longer?”

              Jarednods eagerly, but Sam hesitates. His face, handsome, with thick brows and asharp jaw, sets in to a frown, knowing of his duties, that he should check onhis pack. He is alpha, after all.

              You didn’tmean to, but you’re staring at him now. When his eyes flicker to meet yours,you instantly dart your gaze away, but it’s a moment too late. He’s seen your pleadingface, selfishly hoping he’d choose to stay.

              “We canstay,” he answers, finally. Paul and Jared both let out cheers, but Sam onlylooks at you. You smile, eyes downcast.

              “Perfect!”Emily exclaims, clasping her hands together. “Y/N, could you do me a hugefavour and grab me the strawberries? I left them in the fridge downstairs.”

              “I canget them,” Paul offers, turning to head down the hallway towards the basementdoor.

              Emilythrows a hand in front of him, barring his path. A glare clouds her typicallycheery face. “Nope. You, stay.” She turns to you. “You, go.”

              Confusionsettles on your brow, but as Paul backs off you figure it’s easier to complythan to protest. You shuffle away from the group, cocking a brow at Emily, whoseems to ignore you.

              You pushopen the basement door, making your way downstairs, flicking on the overheadlight and bathing the cool room in a warm glow. You hadn’t spent much time downhere, but the fridge was easy enough to locate, though you couldn’t imagine whyEmily would have left the strawberries down here. To think of her even needinga second fridge for all the food she holds for the pack makes you laugh – they oughtto start paying her grocery bills, at this rate.

              Takingthe strawberries in hand and nudging the door closed with your hip, you startslowly back up the stairs, balancing the box in two hands. Flick the light backoff, close the basement door. You’re about to round the corner back to thekitchen when your name catches your ear.

              “Y/N’sgreat – I mean, she’s really great – but we’re just friends. That’s how theimprint works, you do what your imprint needs. And Y/N needs me to be herfriend.”

              You stumbleback, catching yourself before you make a noise, holding in a breath. That wasSam’s voice, and that was your name but… he couldn’t be talking about you.Could he? No, of course not. You only knew a little about imprinting – hardly anyof the pack had experienced it yet – but surely, you would have known if Sam had…he would have told you. He’s your friend! He would have told you. You pressyour back to the hallway wall, listening intently.

              “How doyou know that’s all she wants? You’venever even told her you imprinted on her!” Emily. You should have known. Kind,supportive, well-meaning Emily. She always wanted the best for you, even if shewas convinced she knew what that looked like better than you did.

              Paulsighs. “She has a point, Sam.”

              “Stay outof this.” Sam says.

              “Sam,everyone can see it but you. She’s so into you! How can you be so blind?” She continues,and you draw in a breath. Were you being obvious? Sure, you liked Sam – but youthought Emily was the only one who could tell. Embarrassment blooms in your stomach,and you press a hand to quell it.

              Sam letsout a breath. “It’s… more than that. Evenif she does like me, imprinting is… really intense. What if it’s too much forher?” There’s a beat, but you can’t see what he does. Suddenly, his voicereturns, wavering with emotion. “I can’t lose her. I can’t risk it.”

              “Oh mygod,” Emily whispers. “You’re in love with her.”

              There’sso answer this time, but a feeling of understanding washes over the group. Whatdid he do? Did he nod? If only you could see him.

              “Thentell her,” Jared says.

              “Seriously,man.” Paul.

              The embarrassmentin your stomach has tied itself into a knot of anxiety, sitting like a rock inyour middle. What did any of this mean?

              Emily’svoice is softer, full of comfort and kindness. “You won’t lose her. If eitherof you could stop being so goddamn oblivious, you’d both know that.”

              You hearhim laugh now, a deep, rich chuckle that softens the knot a bit. “Is it thatbad?”

              A chorusof agreement erupts from his three companions. “Awful,” Emily confirms.

              “Gross,”Paul laughs.

              “Disgusting,”says Jared.

              Samsucks in a deep breath, righting himself, banishing the emotion from his voice.“Okay, okay, I get it.” He clears his throat. “Stop being a coward, tell Y/Nhow I feel. Right?”

              “He getsit! Finally!” Emily cheers, earning laughs from the boys. “You could start by helpingher with the strawberries.”

              Panicsettles in as you realize what that means. Footsteps grow nearer, and you shiftyour eyes to the package of red berries in your arms, backing slowly towardsthe basement door. Turn the knob…

              “Y/N?”

              Youwince, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your face to the voice. You don’tneed to open them to know it belongs to Sam.

              “Howlong have you been standing there?”

              Youreyes shoot open, greeted by Sam, a giant of a man, looming over you, deep linesof worry and embarrassment you can only assume match your own etched into his handsomeface. Behind him, Jared and Paul exchange glances, obviously taken aback seeingtheir alpha in such a vulnerable state, and Emily, a hopeful grin spread acrossher lips.

              “Notvery long,” you answer.

              “Longenough?” He asks, voice cracking.

              You nod,tearing your eyes from him to examine your feet.

              Heswings around to address your audience, who back off suddenly, as if to pretendthey hadn’t noticed you. Paul shoves his hands in his pockets, feigning whistlingas he pulls Jared and Emily out of sight, back into the kitchen. Same turnsback towards you, leaning in and lowering his voice. “Can we… talk? Privately?”

–

              “I’msorry I didn’t tell you,” Sam leans against Emily’s porch railing, his eyescast up towards the sky, counting constellations in the moonlight.

              You pullyour sleeves down, balling the hems in your fists to cover your hands, andcross your arms. Leaning against him on the railing, his warmth seeps into you,fighting with the chill of night. “Why didn’t you?”

              “Ithink,” he says, sucking in a breath, “you already heard that part.”

              You letout a soft laugh, nodding, biting the corner of your lip. “What does it feellike?”

              Heblinks, chewing on your words. Finally, he speaks, voice soft, but confident,like he’d thought of his answer long before you asked the question. “Like you’reeverything. When I met you, it was like everything else just… faded. It allbecame dull in comparison. You became why I do what I do everyday – to see moreof you, to make you smile, to make the world better for you,” he pauses, rubbinga hand on the back of his neck. He turns his head from the stars to face you,but his expression doesn’t change. All the wonder and awe that the infinity ofthe galaxy inspires, he still looks the same when he looks at you. “Intense, right?”

              You blowout a breath. “A little.”

              “I wantto be a part of your life no matter what that means,” he says. He shifts,leaning one arm on the railing now instead of two, taking hold of your hand nowwith his free one, warm fingers enveloping yours. “Don’t let this change howyou feel.”

              A nervouslaugh, and the something banishes the knot in your middle. A moment of courage,you suppose, as your words escape past your lips. “I don’t have to.”

              Beforeyou can rethink it, you’re cupping his face in your hands, bringing him towardsyou as you press a kiss to his lips. Without a moment of hesitation, he’s returningit, locking strong hands around your waist, pressing your body against his, dancinghis lips over yours. His warmth consumes you as you lean into him, two forms movingas one, suddenly, feeling the most whole you had since the day you met him.

              As ifthat missing piece had finally come home.

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[musesfromnippon]

   { So I’m still awake and thinking... “You know, until I get those about pages set up, why not write short bits that sum up the muse?” So that’s what I’m doing.     Expect some of these to be a bit ridiculous, cause I haven’t slept yet. }

Amenominakanushi: The Dad of all Dads. He’s gonna drop some wisdom on you and also be really vague sometimes. I bet he knows too much about everything.

Inari-okami: Gender doesn’t exist, especially for them. Feel free to refer by she/her, he/him, or they/them. Foxes are friends and also the thieves of your missing socks. Might adopt you like Ammy does, but less “parent” type and more “party uncle/aunt with a glass of sake in one hand.”

Nuregami: Pure bean who is here to make sure things are going okay...with the water, of course! She’s a little awkward around people. Family, save her.

Kabegami: Will climb everything tall that you own, including you, if you’re tall. Hope you like cats; she’s got a lot of kitty friends. Will steal any seafood you have...or just give it to her. Make a new friend.

Sakuya: Guardian of the trees and wishing she could do a bit more with her life. Still, she knows all the secrets of Kamiki. All. Of. Them. Become her gossip buddy, it’ll be worth your time. But be careful of what you want to know about....

Kushi: Came home to raise her sons and brew sake...and her adopted son left to figure out his past while her other child is probably learning things he shouldn’t from his father. Brew so good it can get the gods wasted, so beware....

Camellia & Camille: The traveling sisters who visit Guardian Saplings around Nippon! Camellia being the elder sister and Camille being the younger and who is also super up to date on that kami stuff. Big sis is waaaay behind, yo.

Princess Fuse: Princess of the canines and the boss of Kusa Village. Totally. Also OkamiDen isn’t canon, so there’s no acting going on here. Only a woman trying to keep her warrior-dogs in line and encourage them to keep protecting their home!!!

Kaguya: Just your average space princess from the moon, no big deal. Also one of few remaining Lunarians after some massive bullshit that somebody pulled and our bets are either on Orochi or Yami...... So yeah, now she’s the ruler of the shambles of her home and kinda needs to get on fixing that. Sometime soon, hopefully.

Queen Himiko: She may be dead in Okami canon, but now is the time to say, “fUCK SHE MAY BE DEAD....but that’s what we have past RPs and AU threads for.” Anyways, she’s a badass who rules the throne while her husband plays with demon fangs, so know who’s the powerful one around Sei’an City... Cause it’s her.

Kamo & Abe: Some Tao Troopers who serve under Waka. Just remember that Abe is the ditz and Kamo is the cool, collected dude you can trust with anything. Abe would probably sell all of your secrets for a dinner at Sei’an’s finest. Abe is a DORK.

Queen Oto: Remember kids, “Otohime” is “Princess Oto”, so technically she’s “Queen Oto” now, a’right?? ANYWHO. You know Himiko and how badass she is/was? Well, here comes Queen Oto, ready to LAY DOWN THE LAW OF BADASSERY. Cause she changed into a huge fucking dragon while preggo to help the sun kami and her bouncing friend fight off a God Complex Ninetails. She’s also a widowed, single mother and that kid is gonna be just as incredible as she is. Damn.

Tobi: Speaking of the Ninetails, that big bro had a cool dude working for him...and that guy, was a demonic slip of paper. Who liked to race! And helped you to the top with those races!! LONG LIVE TOBI!!! So yeah, he’s stickin’ around here and ready to hand out some flowers.

Samickle: Yo, you won’t believe this, but.... This guy is the Oina chief now. Crazy, right?! Yeah... He’s also sorta engaged. Just some fanficy shit, dON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, GOSH.

Tuskle: They made her as a one-off priestess in-game.... And then I came along and went, “Mine now.” So now we’re gonna get a badass shaman in this group, helping people heal, giving advice, and lowkey being a mom to everyone. Someone’s gotta!

Ayame: The OkamiDen one-off to play really hardcore on your emotions, while also tying into a story nobody knows about... Again though, I’m taking her. She’s mine now. Imma make her cute as hell and ya’ll gonna have to love her now!!! (Don’t worry, you will naturally. Ayame is too cute and pure. Gotta love them pure peeps~)

Kuni: He was the son of Susano and Kushi...until he revealed he actually wasn’t, he’s just adopted. We can either talk about this crazy kiddo and his attempts to figure out who he really is...or just get our butts into the future, where he’s a damn good swordsman and a handsome boi.

Nanami: The Dragonians continue to be badass and elegant...and Nanami’s here to hammer that point home. Hope you like water and water hair, cause that’s what you’re getting here, bucko. She’s real cute, though. Prepare to be charmed.

Kagu: OkamiDen may have flopped in story, but DAMN if all their girls ain’t #goals! Our little actress-miko Kagu, back at it again with her incredible powers, eventual (possible) heir to the Sei’an throne, and also getting a little sweeter with the acceptance of who she is. Confidence out the wazoo and it looks GOOD for her!!

Kurow: ...Blease protect my boy..... He did not deserve what canon gave him...... So now he’s gonna be coddled here and protected... Probably for a week or two. Then we toss him to the angst hounds. Also should mention all of the kid partners (including this rad dude) have “adult AUs” so... That’s a thing.

Sugawara: Hey, if Capcom could maybe like....stop hurting my babes from the Moon Tribe, that’d be rad, okay? That’s gonna be my job, dudes. SO. Denying canon a bit? Maybe. Mostly just wanna set this guy free... Maybe get him a date. He’s too attractive to be single I mEAN WHAT--

Dark Chibiterasu: Remember that bit? At the end? Well, screw that, too, cause I’m gonna make my own dark Chibi. He’s sorta his own entity now, though. How you interact with him, shapes how he’s gonna be, so.... Play with him wisely! Else you’re gonna be at fault if he grows up to be a very bad pupper.

(Oh hey, it’s the OC section. We made it this far!!)

Koamashi of Nippon: So in a summary, Koamashi are like...land guardians? They collect the history of their homeland and stuff and this could go on forever. This one is a happy being and also ready to kick your ass. But she probably won’t, cause being friendly is the way to go! (Also that whole “cursed land” thing didn’t go well for her, so she’s still trying to recover from that.

Koamashi of Kamui: A cold guy (ahahahaa, get it??), but could be tight-knit...if he had friends. He just sorta...watches over the Oina and Poncles. That’s his main dealio. He’s a sad man, give him a hug...once you know him better, anyways. Doesn’t like touches from strangers, m’dude.

Koamashi of the Takamagahara: You’ll likely never meet this guy unless, like... You die or something. Or are a deity of some kind? He’s a cool dude, though. Very friendly, patient, and kind. Probably gives warm hugs. Will kick your ass if need be, though. Died once; not fun. Also, the Koamashi are technically genderless, but they do lean towards a preference of appearance, so.... And they really don’t mind, either way.

Handmaiden Reiko: Dad the sake brewer, mom the painter, and big brother the warrior...and their parents are dead, of course. Reiko somehow managed to get a job as a handmaiden to a tanuki princess, but... Geez, is it straining or WHAT?! Makes using a bow look so, so easy.... Patient af, though; she’s still working to keep getting money to ensure a good life back at home. Also has an Oina bf named Hayato.

Demon Cat Sukei: Fight first, questions later. Won’t let you pet him and will bite if you try. Maybe claw, too, if he can manage it. Can speak English/Japanese and will hand over demonic wares and give advice on demons/imps to talk to who might be of help, if got need of them. Alright, if an asshole.

Genetic Pup Aoi: Remember the “Science is Bad” trope? Well, it’s sorta true here; get the hair and blood of a kami with some science shit and BAM!! Here’s four godly puppies, have fun explaining that shit to the higher ups. Aoi is the blu boi and he’s got them water powers. Eldest of the four sibs and thus, the leader.

Genetic Pup Hinote: Second in command to Aoi, but sorta like Starscream in that he keeps trying for first place. Dark pupper and the only one to have black fur; he controls fire and- yes- is a bit of a hothead. He’s a good big bro to Kusa, though.

Genetic Pup Kusa: The green boy, associated with wind, and the fastest of ‘em all because of it. Could probably speed over water, honestly. He just likes to run and play with Hinote, cause they’re the other duo to Aoi and Sakura.

Genetic Pup Sakura: Cliche name for the pink pup with the earth powers... Also the sole girl, but she knows that just makes her better then! ...Right? Is the runt of the group, but also sorta the powerhouse, considering how important nature is, and all. Is the “underling” to the duo between her and Aoi, though she secretly prefers Hinote to give her attention.

Lunarian Aristocrat Kiyoshi: One of the Moon Tribe runaways during the fall. Kinda sorta doesn’t care what happened back home, cause Sei’an City is a lot cooler, anyhow... Mostly cause 300+ years of being there and it’s still a neat place to him. Is a little shit in the way only a very flashy man can be. It’s all a part of that Lunarian charm, eh~?

Tanuki Princess Yua: Got big tiddies cause mythology states that tanuki have ridiculously huge and useful ballsacks. The more you know!! Yua, however, is the second child who is a girl, and thus won’t get the throne. So via la rebellion and exploring the world of Nippon and Kamui time!! She’s the princess Reiko has to watch over, bless the woman’s heart... Yua likes playing tricks, flirting a bit, but has some wild ADHD that just....won’t settle. Can at least relax a little in Wep’keer/Kamui, so Reiko can see her man and not have to fuss over the princess during that bit of their trip.

Oina Woman Miame: CALLBACK TIME. So remember Samickle? Being engaged? Here’s his fiancée. YUP. Casual woman who he kinda had to help when she got herself trapped and hurt... Sorta stuck around with nowhere else to go, wormed her way into the pack....and then some cheesy bit like “warming up Sami’s heart” or something. Definitely does know how to keep him from stressing out too much, though, so... Go her!!

Demon Priest Takahiro: He got a name for this appearance. At long last, he hAS A NAME!!! He’s mostly here to pay for his crimes years ago, when he forced Amaterasu to swallow up this stone of darkness kinda thing? It makes her go into a baddie mode, basically. Yeah, he did it. That’s his fault. Also, that hasn’t been fixed, so..... Someone needs to get on that and drag Takahiro with them!!

Young Fox Akemi: “Young” by kitsune standards, thank you. She’s still in her early 200s! Anywho... Fox from a small kitsune village. Has been going around to learn stuff about the world as she gains her tails. Made a friend in another wandering kitsune with similar goals, so they joined up; he’s been traveling longer, though. Associated with the autumn season.

Teenage Fox Yoshirou: Akemi’s friend and a black fox of 3-tails, so... About 300 years already under his belt. Wanted to be alone and in peace, but Akemi was younger than him, so... He relented. Acts like her big brother now, basically. Since they’ve wandered from their homes and families, expect him to be the one to look over suitors in place of her actual family.

Lunarian Scholar Kazuki: If you’ve been around me for about a year, you know this guy already. If not, he’s basically the ex-love interest to Shiori over at Goddessof-Poems. He kinda died during the whole wipeout of the Moon Tribe? Yeah... He used to do a lot of important writing for the Moon Tribe and gave Shiori her signature, golden collar. (Still wears it to this day.) He’s a dead guy now, but Izanami likes setting him free sometimes to amuse herself. So whether in the past or present, Kazuki is around somehow...somewhere.....

#Mun speaks #Muse Rundown #{ this got long oops } #{ oh well have fun with this demo read }

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Lost bet, lost dignity

This story will involve nappy play, bondage, public humiliation,  sex, gangbangs, bondage and abuse. Not for the faint hearted!! Its a cross of nappy’s and bondage. The story revolves around Sam (the humiliated), Tom (Sam’s bf), Ryan (the gang leader) and a variety of his friends. The first part is told from Sam’s point of view and then its told from Ryan’s point of view. There’s a poker game, Tom cant afford to play so has to offer Ryan something in exchange for staying in… and the rest as they say is history!! It takes a while to get going but i hope its worth it!

PART 4

DAY 3

Day 3 began similar to day 2. I awoke in my crib, the bulky wet nappys between my legs yet i felt safe and secure wrapped in barbie blanket and my pink baby-suit keeping me warm. Lucy walked in and opened the curtains letting in the sunlight. She undid the bars on my crib and helped me out. She stood me up and undid the back of the baby-suit to reveal my sopping wet nappys. "My my you have been a busy girl" she commented. I tried to walk out but the bulk held me back and i struggled a mere waddle. I knew crawling was going to be the easiest option so when Lucy had finished completely removing my baby-suit I knelt down onto all fours and crawled through into the living room. The highchair was again set up in the corner so i crawled over to it and clambered into it. As i got up and turned round Lucy was smiling at me seeming very impressed with how i was adapting to my new lifestyle. She strapped me into the highchair and plonked a baby bowl full of weetabix and mush onto the table. "Eat up baby." I just closed my eyes and buried my head deep into the bowl. I was slurping and licking at the bowl like a dog. After licking the bowl clean i lifted my head, i could feel it was covered in mush. My eyes and nose were dripping mush and i could feel it all over my hair. Lucy wiped my face clean with a bib and then held the baby bottle whilst i gulped down the apple juice. She then put a piece of paper down on the table and on it had a list of my jobs for the day. Lucy explained that Ryan had gone out and that she had to sort out downstairs therefore it was my job to tidy upstairs and make the place look presentable. She undid the highchair and helped me down, standing me in the middle of the room. She picked up the maids outfit from the sofa and dressed me in it. It was a black mini skirt with white ruffles and a skimpy black top again with white trimmings, it didn't even begin to cover my nappys. She patted me on the bum before disappearing off downstairs. I looked back at the list, it didn't involve nothing to strenuous just hoovering, washing the pots, polishing the sides, making the beds and cleaning the bathroom. I began in the front room wiping down the sides, polishing the TV, hoovering the floor and wiping down my dirty highchair. The morning passed uneventfully, I cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom, even finding a cupboard that contained umpteen pieces of baby paraphernalia including bottles, bowls, plates, cutlery and lots of jars of baby food. The bathroom was beautiful. A massive white bath with plenty of room to relax and a toilet. It felt like ages since I'd used one of them! I cleaned the place folding the towels neatly and emptying the laundry basket. 2 Hours of cleaning had taken its toll on my nappy and admiring myself in the full length mirror my nappy was sagging near enough down to my knees and my bowels were ready to relieve themselves. On entering Lucy and Ryan's bedroom i was amazed. It had a massive four poster in the middle, huge walk-in wardrobes, an en-suite bathroom and a big bay window with a small balcony. I jumped on their bed and almost sunk into it, it was a water-bed. What i would give to swap my dingy crib for this! i made there bed, hoovered the floor, cleaned up the bathroom and then felt the urge to pooh. I squatted down and pushed. The pooh was quite soft still, probably the remains of last nights enema and quickly worked its way all over my bum cheeks and between my legs. I had no idea when i was going to be changed and it was causing quite a stench. I daren't change myself i didn't fancy another punishing whipping. I took the opportunity to snoop through a few of the drawers. They had loads of sex toys including dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, bondage devices and restraints. I went back into my baby room and looked in the wardrobe. I was shocked by what i saw, there must have been like a thousand nappies stacked up on the floor ranging from the pampers cruisers i was put in on the first night to big bulky cloth nappys which i hadn't had the pleasure off yet and in between them the tena's and attends. There were lots of baby grows, dresses and other baby clothes hanging up some of which looked very cute. I my eye on this cute pick and white striped dress with cute frilly knickers on it. Bored and having decided I'd done enough cleaning for the day i sat down on the floor and played with the dolls house. It had been years since I'd seen one of these but being in a wet and messy nappy i was going to act the child. After another hour or so of playing Helen came upstairs carrying the camcorder. She thrust it in my face

   "Hey baby, you having fun? You look so cute playing with your little dolly yet you smell badly. Baby done a poopy?" I nodded my head in agreement. "Stand up so we can see the damage and give us a twirl." I did as told and Helen filmed my dirty nappy before pulling back the waist band and getting a look at the mess inside. "Your such a big baby. This must be the 5Th or 6Th nappy you been through in the past 3 days. Good job there are plenty spares," as she opened the wardrobe drawer to film the thousands on display. She pulled one of the nappys out that was white, adult sized and had cute pictures on the front. She rested the camera in a filming position on the shelf and ripped open both my nappys. I looked between my legs and it was pretty bad. The poop filled the front of my nappy, all over my pussy and legs and completely covering my butt. Helen must have spent a good 10 minutes wiping me down with wet wipes and a wet flannel removing all the poop. She was a lot more brutal than Lucy in the way she forcefully moved my legs in the air and slapping the wipes across my bum. Once finished she slipped the new nappy under me and taped it up making sure it was as tight as possible. She stood me up, adjusted my nappy to make sure it was as high on my waist as possible and then dressed me in a cute little tartan skirt, a baby blue t-shirt with the words 'I love my nappys' emblazoned across the front and pair of cute blue booties which i must say were very comfortable. She lead me downstairs and out on to the front where i was shocked again. There stood Bridget and Steph, 2 of Lucy's friends with a pushchair. Steph patted the seat and motioned me to come and have a seat. So i waddled over my nappy clearly visible and sat down whilst Bridget belted me in.  We headed off and i was curious as to where we were heading. After 10 minutes or so of being pushed humiliatingly along we arrived at the park. It was a warmish day, a bit overcast but still nice to play out in. The park was fairly quiet, a few teenagers loitered about the place but nothing too bad. Bridget unbuckled me and helped me out. She took my skirt and pointed out to Steph that i had wet myself. They both agreed it was no major hassle and i was fine to play. They took me on to the actual park and made me sit in the baby swings. I hated the swings, they knew this and they started pushing me as fast as they could. Up and down, up and down i went and it was petrifying. I screamed and cried as loud as i could but it was no use they wouldn't stop. It must have gone off for at least 5 Min's before they finally gave in. I sat there sobbing my nappy even more wet and i sobbed my eyes out. This was met with Bridget pulling my hair backwards and shouting,

   "Oi... little baby... you ever dare scream or raise your voice like that again and I'll beat the life out of you. Now go and play on the park." She pulled away my tartan and pushed me over towards the slide. I climbed up the steps, my nappied backside on full view and I went down the slide whilst being filmed by Steph. I was made to repeat this laborious exercise 5 times before they got bored off it and we went off the park. I was sat back down in the pushchair and we all made our way over to the ice cream van. Lucy ordered me an extra large 99 with all the trimmings and sauce. I loved ice cream and a 99 was my favourite. She went to hand it to me but instead shoved it in my face spreading ice cream all over it. I started to cry as she continually shoved it in my face rubbing it in all over and coating my hair in it.

   "Ahh I thought you liked ice cream baby girl. Ha ha." She laughed and mocked me whilst feeling my nappy. "You've pissed yourself again. Let's go and get you changed. Hmmmm how shall we do this, in public or private?" I didn't say a word. I knew whatever I said was going to be the wrong answer.

   "Bridget and Steph, do you girls want to change the baby? You will love it." Lucy asked them. They both looked at each other pondering then nodded there heads and agreed. They pushed me off over to a quiet area of the park and helped me out. They laid me down on the grass and talked about who was going to do what. Bridget took the opportunity to take my nappy off, she was unsure what to do so she yanked it off quickly exposing my sore backside and wet pussy to the open air.

   "Wow you have got a bad nappy rash. You must have had some bad poohs." Steph commented. "Well things are only getting to get worse for you baby. I've heard what Lucy and her boyfriend have got planned for you and I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. I don't think your boyfriend is going to want you back when he finds out hes going to have to re-potty train you." Those words rang true to my ears. Lucy had said this before and now her friends had said it I was terrified, I didn't say anything. Bridget began wiping me down, vigorously rubbing my pussy and ass whilst Steph held my legs in the air. A couple of lads could see what was happening and began wolf whistling away thinking some form of lesbian action was taking place. If only they knew the truth. Steph grabbed a nappy and placed it underneath me then proceeded to powder me. Again she wasn't sure what to do and overdid it somewhat with the powder emptying what appeared to be half a bottle on my pussy. She pulled the nappy over my pussy and taped it tightly shut then helped me to my feet. They made me do a twirl to admire there handiwork before sitting me back in the pushchair and taking me back over to Lucy. They didn't even bother to wipe my face and the ice cream had become sticky and yukky.

   "All nice and clean now baby girl? What do you say to Steph and Bridget?" Lucy asked me.

   "Yes mummy. Thank you for changing me Steph and Bridget" I replied.

They smiled at me and they shared a kiss and cuddle with Lucy before leaving. Lucy pushed me back home, a few people saw me and looked at me like I was some kind of weirdo. I was so humiliated, people seeing me in a nappy. We arrived back at the pub to see Ryan and a few of his friends chatting.

   "Did you have fun girls?" Ryan asked.

   "Yeah, she loved it on the swings and slide. I'm taking her for her nap so she is ready for tonight's activities." Lucy told him, kissing him passionately, making me slightly aroused. I mean, they were both a beautiful couple and in comparison to Tom, Ryan was a hunk. Lucy unstrapped me from the pushchair and we went upstairs to my bedroom. She undid the crib and helped me in.

   "Can I have a drink please, Mummy?" I asked.

   "Of course you can baby girl seeing as you asked so politely." Lucy replied and went off to fetch me one. She came back a moment later.

   "Here you go baby. A nice bottle of warm milk for you. Now here's your dummy, get yourself a few hours sleep." She said, leaning over me and kissing me on the forehead before shutting the crib shut. I gripped the teat between my teeth and sucked hard on it, suckling as much milk as possible. It was so refreshing and comforting, it really did bring back childhood memories for me. Once I had emptied the bottle, I put my pink dummy back in and just laid there. Within seconds I was fast asleep in the land of nod.

I woke up to the sound of the cupboard in my room being shut. It was Ryan, he came over to my bed clutching a bunch of nappys in his hand.

   "Hello. Hows my favourite baby girl? You had a good sleep?" He asked me.

   "Yes daddy." I replied, still trying to come round. Ryan undid the crib and pulled the blanket from me.

   "My my, we have a very wet nappy here don't we. It appears our plan is working nicely. Losing control whilst your asleep is a good sign." He commented. I looked down at my nappy and it was drenched. He was right, I was losing bladder control.

   "Unfortunately for you baby, you won't be getting changed just yet. First, Lucy wants you to help do her make up for tonight and then its back to the pool room for you, we have a few more games to play with you tonight." Ryan told me, looking very pleased with his choice of games. He helped me out of the crib and took me into his bedroom where Lucy was sat in front of her make up desk. It was huge, like a film stars desk, with a big mirror surrounded by lights and a huge array of make up products. I positioned myself alongside her and she spoke to me,

   "Seeing as you did health and beauty at college will you do my make up, please?" She asked politely.

   "Yes Mummy." I replied and began helping her with her make up. I passed my diploma in health and beauty with a high distinction and had plans to open my own salon one day once I had done an apprenticeship. Lucy's mum owned a salon and I had done a bit of work in there during my college course so she knew I would do a good job. I looked down at her body and she had a great body. She was sat fully naked, a firm set of breasts and a shaved pussy. Her skin was slightly tanned from the sun bed she had.  Whilst I started out tidying her hair up and cleansing her skin and applying the foundation she started talking to me.

   "How are you finding all this?" She asked.

   "Well... Its so humiliating having to wear nappys for everyone to see. I cant believe Tom played me as a pawn in the poker game. And having all Ryans friends see me is pure humiliation. I mean, having to shit myself in front of a load of strangers was embarrassing." I replied, sort of in tears.

   "Aaahh. Well there's a few more games that Ryan wants to play with you. But you will be fine, I am amazed at how well you have taken it all. The last bitch screamed and cried all day every day, in the end she was gagged 24/7. I think you are liking this."

   "Well, I have had more orgasms in the last few days than I have ever had. How long do I have to do this for? I asked.

   "We have cut your sentence down from 2 weeks, to 10 days, so you only got another week or so. Sit on my lap." She ordered me.

  I did as I was told and straddled her lap looking deep into her eyes and she shocked me. She leaned forward, closed her eyes and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were so soft and smooth, she gripped my wet, padded backside and the kiss intensified with us both groaning and then we tongued each other. I was in a clinch with another girl and I was loving it. She pulled away after a few minutes and commented,

   "Wow. You have soft lips, you're a great kisser. Listen, don't worry about whats happening to you. It happened to me as well. And I've stuck with Ryan ever since. Here, look at these." She  opened a drawer on the dresser and pulled out a photo album. She opened it up and there was her in the exact same predicaments as me. In the various photos she was nappied, tied up, gang-banged, suspended in a shitty nappy and more. But my favourite was of her on knees smiling into the camera with a wet nappy sagging between her legs. She looked so cute and beautiful.

   "See what I mean. They wont hurt you, just humiliate, punish and shag you. You will be loving it. And yeah Ryan did make me incontinent and he had to re-potty train me. My boyfriend at the time borrowed some money of Ryan and he failed to pay it back so Ryan kidnapped me and I spent a whole month in punishment before I fell in love with him." Lucy told me much to my relief. I was so glad she had experienced this and I wasn't alone. I carried on doing Lucy's make up and making her look even more stunning than she already was, I wet myself even more and Lucy patted the front of my nappy to acknowledge she knew. Once I had done her make up she stood and kissed me on the forehead.

   "Wow, I look stunning, thank you baby girl. Which lingerie should I wear?" She asked holding up a white bra and knickers and black suspenders with a black bra. I pointed to the black outfit which she put on and looked stunning. She accompanied this with a black strappy dress which covered about 2 inches of her thighs, along with some black heels. She stood in front of her mirror and looked stunning. I was stood to the side of her and the difference was immense. There she was looking stunning in a dress and heels and there was me, in a sagging, wet nappy looking every part the baby. She put her arm around me to comfort me and then grabbed my hand and we headed off downstairs. I could hear a party happening in the main bar area and loads of people. Lucy saved me the embarrassment of walking me through the bar and took me through the side entrance to the pool room. It was dark and as Lucy switched the lights on I saw what was on the table. There was lots of bananas, a butt plug, loads of nappys as usual, various spanking implements and the chains hanging down from the ceiling. Lucy left me in the room and went off, locking the door behind her. I stood in the room for a few minutes, in the dark when the door opened again and it was Ryan.

   "Well done. You have made Lucy look ever more stunning. Now get on the pool table." He ordered me and without hesitation I did as told. I climbed on the table and laid there, spread eagle, surrounded by the various items.