#my roommate got so mad when he figured out that i did this

[labyrinthineclockwork]

Hehe no one can stop me from making paper snowflakes be The Starship Aurora

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[h0ck3yl0v3r]

sparks fly

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Could you do a first time smut with Conrad? I saw your one with Jere and it was so good. If your still taking requests

This turned out to be way longer than I planned (1.2k), but I doubt you'll be mad

Warnings: smut, fingering, implied p + v,

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There was nothing romantic about a college dorm and bed. The beds are tiny and its springs creak awfully, the walls are paper-thin, and anyone who has the key to the dorm can walk in at any time. The last time you visited Conrad at Brown, his roommate walked in when you were making out on his bed. In your luck, Conrad’s hand had been under your shirt, making it very awkward. 

Late on Thanksgiving night, Conrad picked you up. He had driven to your house after having dinner with his family, wanting to spend some time with you before driving back to Brown on Saturday.  

‘’Happy Thanksgiving!’’ you said with a big smile, the warmth of the inside of the car enveloping you. You hadn’t taken your jacket, thinking you wouldn’t get cold on your small run to Conrad’s car, but now you were regretting that choice. 

Conrad leaned over the console and greeted you with a kiss, smiling as you broke apart. 

‘’Where are we going?’’ you asked, throwing your backpack in the backseat and seeing a weekend bag in his backseat along with a small box of groceries. 

‘’Somewhere special,’’ he simply said, shifting the car into drive and leaving your street.

You pouted, but Conrad refused to tell you more. 

Two hours passed and that’s when you saw the sign: Welcome to Cousins. He was taking you to his family’s summer house. You had never been, but you had heard all about it from Conrad, and his mom and brother when you had dinner with them for Conrad’s birthday. Susannah described it as a magical place, which got you even more excited.

As you stepped inside, it was completely dark and cold, quite the opposite of what you had heard. But it was almost December and no one lived here, so it was expected. 

You and Conrad got everything from the backseat inside the house, then he went to start the fireplace. While he did that, you got blankets from the closet Conrad instructed you to and brought them downstairs. The heat would not get to the bedrooms, so you’ll have to figure out a makeshift bed in the living room. 

Once the fireplace was successfully started, the warmth slowly began to fill the living room. The crackling sound of the burning wood created a cozy ambiance, and you huddled under a blanket, sitting on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace. Conrad joined you, smiling amusedly at your cocoon looking self.

‘’What?’’ you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head. ‘’Nothing.’’ He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss, the warmth of the fire surrounding you both. 

Conrad pulled back, but you gripped his grey sweater and pulled him back for another kiss. He chuckled softly against your lips, happily surrendering to your demand for another, and much longer, kiss. The warmth from the crackling fire seemed to intensify as your lips met, and you felt a rush of desire for him. His hands gently caressed your cheek, and you melted into the moment, the rest of the world fading away. 

You licked his bottom lip, nipping lightly at it before the tip of your tongue touched the seam of his lips. He tasted like hot chocolate you grabbed on your way to Cousins, warm and sweet. When your tongue finally slid inside his mouth, he let out a raspy groan that vibrated through you and settled in your core. 

Conrad pulled back, but his gaze remained on your lips, greedy to kiss you again. 

‘’Why did you stop?’’ Your voice was soft, almost a whisper. 

‘’I…I don’t know,’’ Conrad replied, a little nervous. 

He rubbed the back of his neck and you dragged your hand to where the hem of his sweater had ridden up slightly. Then you sneaked your fingers beneath it and lightly stroked the hard plane of his stomach, and his breath hitched. 

‘’Your hands are cold,’’ he pointed out.  

‘’Are they?’’ You purposely pressed your palms against his skin again, a small grin on your face. 

‘’Mmh,’’ Conrad hummed. ‘’But I don’t mind.’’ 

He leaned and started pressing kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck, a sensual tease that made you moan softly. You tilted your head to give Conrad more space, melting under his delicate touch. 

His name left your lips and you pushed him off, leaving Conrad to think he did something wrong, but worry left his face when you pulled at his sweater to get it off. Underneath, he had a tee shirt, which you eagerly helped him take off too. 

‘’I hope you don't think I brought you here just for this,’’ he said, the glow of the firelight making him look even more beautiful. 

You smoothed your palms over his shoulders and chest, smiling at him. ‘’I know. But I want to. I’ve been wanting to for a while.’’ 

In turn, you reached for the bottom of your sweater, then pull it over your head and let it fall to the ground. His nostrils flared when your delicate bra was revealed. Holding his gaze, you brought your hands behind your back and undid the tiny clasp, and then the bra fell away, too.

Conrad sucked in a breath. He had seen your breasts before — touched them too. He had seen you naked, actually. But the hunger in his eyes, the glittering admiration…it’s like he was looking at you for the first time. He brushed his thumb over your nipple, a smug grin crossing his mouth as you hummed. 

‘’You’re beautiful.’’ 

With those words, he closed the distance between you, crashing his lips on yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your bare chests flushed together as you made out on the carpet. It wasn’t comfortable, but you didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

The rest of your clothes followed, each layer joining your sweaters on the floor until there was nothing left. The fire crackled in the background, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Although it wasn’t perfect, this was more romantic than a college dorm. 

Conrad’s hand traveled south on your naked body, only stopping when he reached his destination, teasing the tip of his index finger over your clit. 

‘’Aah,’’ you gasped, hips bucking into his hand as your fingernails dug into his shoulder blade. 

You could feel your own wetness pooling between your legs, mayhaps dribbling on Susannah's carpet, as Conrad continued rubbing your clit. It was begging for his attention.

‘’Con, please.’’ 

Nothing more needed to be said. He knew what you wanted. This wasn’t your first time being intimate. 

Waves of arousal swelled in your core, and when Conrad pushed his thick middle finger inside you. You clenched around it, a wave of pleasure filling your whole body. ‘’Connie!’’ You tugged at his hair playfully, encouraging him to continue. 

He groaned in response, plunging his finger deeper, faster. Soon enough, the living room was filled with your soft moans, a sound Conrad would never get tired of.

When he judged you relaxed enough, he fetched a condom and asked again if you were still okay. You nodded and told him to hurry up, which made him laugh nervously. Conrad was always self assured in bed, but right now, he was just as nervous as a 15 year old virgin. He didn't want to fuck this up, he didn't want to ruin your first time.

‘’Don't think too much about it, okay?’’ You stroked his cheek gently, soothing his features.

Conrad nodded, as he stared down at you, with what can only be described as love shining in his eyes. ‘’O-okay.’’

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[seeingivy]

the morning after! 

roommate eren x f!reader 

you and eren talk about scars

**mini-series masterlist here 

content warning: talk of scars, mentions of a not so nice ex boyfriend, eren’s not wearing a shirt, cuddling (kinda), eren roasts you for having bed head, mentions of a fight

previous part linked here

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You wake up to find yourself tangled in Eren’s arms. Your cheek is resting directly on his chest, one of his hands secured in your hair and the other one wrapped around your waist. You think back to how you used to sleep with stuffed animals when you were little and silently wonder if this is how they felt when you went to bed every night. 

The events of last night rattle through your brain - Eren spilling the water, taking his pants off, his fingers ghosting on your shoulder - and you can’t help but feel the despair settle in. He was going to make you move and find a new roommate, wasn’t he?

You feel Eren shift against you, his eyes slightly fluttering open. He’s murmuring against your hair but you’re unable to make out what he was trying to say. You shift your head slightly up to find him staring down at you, his eyes squinting. 

“You okay?” 

You nod silently, putting your head back against his chest to avoid looking at him. The two of you stay that way in silence for a while, coiled in each other's embrace. You try to find the words to break the silence, but none seem appropriate to say. 

“What happened last night? I can’t remember.” he whispers. 

You swallow hard. Moment of truth. 

“You came home, drunk. I helped you in and you asked for some water, which you kind of spilled all over us. I took you to your room and you threw up a little bit. I put you to bed after that.” 

He’s silent, the two of you staring at the ceiling. He’s trying to figure out a way to get you out of his apartment. Fast. 

“You’re leaving parts out.” 

“What? No, I’m not.” 

“None of that explains how you ended up in my bed, peaches.” 

You feel his hand stroking through your hair, the tension in your chest settling a little. Peaches. He still called you peaches. He’s stroking your hair. He’s probably not mad. Right? You take a deep breath before talking again. 

“You came home drunk at around three in the morning. I tried to get you to drink some water but you kind of spilled it on both of us. I figured putting you to bed was the best thing I could do - but you threw up a good amount before you could actually get there.” 

He winces. 

“I remember that part.” 

You give him a small laugh, which he returns with a smile. 

“After that, your clothes were still wet from the water - and your vomit - so I figured it would be best to change. I got your clothes and-” 

“You took my shirt off. Asked me about the cleat marks.” he finishes. 

You shift up off his chest, leaning over him to check them again. You had forgotten about them entirely, hoping you weren’t pushing too hard on them during the night. You brush your fingers against the scratches, still bright pink. 

“Does it still hurt, Ren?” you whisper. 

He shakes his head, his hand reaching for your hair. He pushes the loose strands behind your ears, as you run your fingers around the mark. He doesn’t push you off or stop you. You don’t get off either. 

“You should worry about that bedhead, silly girl. You look like the stuff of my nightmares.” 

“You’re no sleeping beauty yourself, asshole.” 

The stirring in your chest settles, the two of you sitting in laughter before the quiet returns. It’s comfortable, but you can feel your body tingling.

“After that?” 

“I asked if you could take off your pants on your own. You tried but…you couldn’t really get the button and zipper undone….so I just did it for you and then turned around.” 

You avoid meeting his eyes, focusing on the cleat marks, the freckles on his neck, the birthmark on his side. 

“I was going to leave but you…grabbed my wrist. And you asked me to stay. Said you couldn’t really sleep without me. My shirt was still wet and you were facing the other way so I just took it off to change.” 

You can’t tell if hearing his heartbeat against your ear is making it easier for you to tell this story or harder. The sound is soothing, his arms warm but he also sets your skin on fire every time he touches you. 

He moves, lightly pulling down the edge of your shirt to expose your shoulder. He reaches forward - for a second time now - and pulls down the strap of your bralette, exposing the scar tissue indented into your shoulder. 

“I looked over. You have a scar on your shoulder. From falling off of a tree?” 

“Bike.” you whisper. 

He nods, tracing the outline of the mark again, his touch feather-like. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, which you’re still pressed against, and are positive yours is beating even faster. 

“Do you have any other ones?” 

“Other whats?” 

“Scars.” 

You swallow, sitting up. He mimics your motion, the two of you sitting directly across from each other on the bed. 

“You first, Ren.” 

He nods. He points to his elbows, the marks on his chest, and a few gray lines on his calves. 

“Those are all from soccer cleats.” 

You nod, running your fingers along his elbows. 

“The one on my ankle, right there is from my brother Zeke. I fell down the stairs after we were chasing each other. And the one on my hip right there is from cooking without my shirt on. I turned around too fast and leaned right into the pan.” 

You laugh, your fingers moving wherever he mentioned. It feels too intimate to be doing - touching his hip, his ankle, his calves - but it also feels wrong not to. If he’s mentioning it, you have to acknowledge it in some way - and your words have always failed you. 

He’s quiet for some time, like he finished, which confuses you. He missed a scar, one you were too curious to learn about. Right above his cupid's bow is a small gray line, very faint, but visible. You’re not sure how long you had to have been staring at Eren’s lips to notice it, but you did. 

You lean forward, pressing your thumb against it.

“And that one?” 

“Was hoping you didn’t notice that one. I got it from a fight.” 

“With who?” 

“Jean.” 

You lean back, giving him a questioning look. Surely he can’t mean Jean Kirstein, like Armin’s roommate Jean. 

“We’re friends. It was a long time ago, just a disagreement we had.”

You nod, dragging your hand back to your lap. 

“Your turn.” 

You nod, pointing to the pink skin on your knee first. 

“I tried to give my little sister, Gabi, a piggyback ride. I didn’t realize she got so heavy. She jumped on me and knocked me down in to the pavement.” 

He smiles, reaching forward to touch the skin on your knee. He was going to touch your scars too. You guide his hand to your thigh, pulling up a part of your shorts to reveal the mark on the inside. 

“I was in a swimming pool. I jumped too hard and scraped it up against the stairs on the inside. It’s healed pretty well, but that mark won’t go away.” 

The burning sensation that you felt when Eren touched you was bad, but it was feeling particularly horrible now with his hand against your thigh. You ignore it as best as you can - his finger moving up the length of the mark. 

You pull your hair off of your right shoulder, lifting it up away from your head. You point to the spot just above your neck, his fingers meeting yours. He cradles your face in his hands, his eyes observing the scar.

“That’s from falling in the shower.” 

“You’re so clumsy. Maybe focus less on singing and more on balance.” 

You laugh, pulling your hand back to your lap. You stare at the scar in between your pointer and ring fingers, marked right against your knuckles. You feel Eren follow your gaze, grabbing your hand in his and rubbing over the spot. 

“And that one?” 

You swallow hard. You try to think of the right words, the right way to say what needed to be said without breaking the moment the two of you were having. You didn’t want to scare him away but lying seemed wrong in a moment like this. 

“You don’t have to, pretty girl.” 

When did silly girl become pretty girl?  

“I had this boyfriend a while back. We had an argument where he broke a glass and it just happened.” 

He’s quiet, his fingers no longer running along the mark. He still has his hand locked in yours, but the soothing touch is gone all together. You look up at him, the look in his eyes unfamiliar. 

Fuck. You went too far. 

“I’ll make breakfast, yeah?” you say, basically jumping off the bed and running out of the room. 

 -

He joins you after a few minutes, having pulled a shirt on and fixed his hair. He meets you at the stove, where you’re currently making eggs for the two of you. Eren’s always been better at making breakfast, but you’d do anything to get out of that room. 

You mull over the conversation in your head, cursing yourself for speaking too soon. He’s just your friend. You can’t just say stuff like that, especially when you’re in his bed and he’s half naked.

“Peaches?” 

“Hm?” 

“Can I see your hand please?” 

You hold out your left hand, still scooting the eggs around in the pan. You still refuse to meet his eyes, the lump in your throat and the embarrassment in your cheeks stopping you. 

“Other hand.” 

You glance down at the scar again, before switching the spatula in your hands. You now hold out your right hand for him to inspect, sweating at the thought of him looking at the mark again. 

You feel him take your hand in his. He lifts your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the mark. You turn your head, dropping the spatula into the pan. 

“I was trying to think of the right thing to say but you ran off. I still don’t really know what to say but…I hope it’s enough.” 

You nod, understanding. Not really understanding, but you nod anyway. It’s more than enough. He’s everything. 

“Can you move over, peaches? You’re burning our eggs.” 

You nod wordlessly, sitting up on the counter to watch him finish the breakfast. You cradle your right hand in your left, rubbing your fingers against the spot he just kissed, marked, that he just tattooed with his own lips. This is the moment you realize you’re in over your head. He was most certainly going to be the death of you. 

- 

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[hyperfixatedimagines]

Home for the Holidays Ch.1

Summary: Your family didn't take your coming out well....and instead of spending the holiday alone you join your roommate for Christmas dinner. While Aemond wishes you set your sights on his sister Helaena, your tastes skew much older. 

A/N: This is a modern!au milf Alicent x milf lover f!reader. It was supposed to be finished last December lol. It got really long so I broke it into two chapters. It will be smutty, so read with caution if that’s not your thing! Not really smut in part one though. 

A/N pt. 2: In this story two of Alicent’s cousins are her older brothers and Baela is not Helaena’s cousin. Not canon compliant.

You knew the holidays were going to be rough this year but had not anticipated just how hard seeing pictures of your family in St. Barts without you would be. 

They had not taken your coming out well. 

Sure they had promised to keep paying the tuition to your very expensive university until you graduated but that did little to soothe the hurt that their disapproval caused. Your family came from old money, some of the oldest of old in the country, and with that came old ways of thinking. They didn't care that you were gay, plenty of people in your extended family were some form of fruit, but they all stayed in the closet- at least publicly. That was what your family wanted for you as well. Anything to not tarnish their image. 

But you couldn't live that way any longer. You wanted to be free. 

To your surprise, only your estranged cousin Elia had accepted and even celebrated your coming out of the closet. 

Thankfully you had Aemond. The two of you had met in freshman history class. He argued with the professor over every historical inconsistency in his lectures and it drove the professor mad. It made you laugh though. Aemond also came from old money, so the two of you bonded over the pressures that came from families that expected you to be perfect. Sophomore year the two of you moved into an apartment off campus, and your friendship only grew from there. 

Aemond was your best friend, and you could not have asked for a better one. Aemond invited you to spend the holiday with his family. He didn’t love spending time with his family as they could be quite a lot but he always went for his mother’s sake. 

You figured it beat spending Christmas alone in your flat. 

So you got dressed in your very best and sat in the passenger seat of Aemond’s Porsche the whole drive to Oldtown. 

- 

Aemond popped another piece of gum into his mouth. “This will be a great opportunity for you and Helaena to bond,” he said as he chewed. 

You rolled your eyes. “Not this again.” 

Aemond smiled mischievously. “Come on (y/n). You can’t tell me you didn’t feel a connection when she came to visit on my birthday.” 

“I can, and I am. She’s not a lesbian Aemond,” you replied.

Aemond was convinced that his sister Helaena was a lesbian. His evidence was that she never had a boyfriend, attended an all women's university, majored in Women’s studies, and only brought home girl best friends for the holidays. 

“She talked to you that night, which cannot be said for many other people. Helaena is very selective with who she talks to. You even made her laugh (y/n)! I saw the sparks,” Aemond argued. 

You sighed and shook your head. “Even if your sister was by some miracle into women, which I want to firmly state for the record that she is not, she’s simply not my type.” 

The light turned red and Aemond’s car pulled to a smooth stop at the intersection. He turned to you. 

“You don’t have a type. I’ve seen you bring all types of women home (y/n).” 

You smirked. “Ever notice they weren’t at all our age.” 

Aemond furrowed his brows. “So your type is older women?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, like your mom for example.” 

Aemond frowned. “Dude not that again!” 

You laughed. “It’s not my fault your mom is a total milf.” 

The light turned green. Aemond focused on the road once more. His face contorted in disgust. 

“Ugh, yeah you and my mother are not something I’d like to picture.” 

You let out another laugh. “Well I certainly have.” 

This time Aemond let out a small chuckle. “Do you have the hots for my mother (y/n)? Is that why you said yes to joining us for Christmas?” 

You shrugged. “Maybe I do, and maybe it is.” 

Aemond chuckled again. “Well if you can make my white, Anglo-saxon, catholic mother do anything untoward this weekend I’ll spend the first two months of the new year cleaning the bathroom every weekend.”

Another red light. The car came to a stop.

You turned to Aemond and put your hand out. 

“Deal.” 

Aemond turned to you and shook his head. “I was joking.” 

“I am not," you replied with a cheeky smile.

“Fine, deal,” Aemond said and shook your hand. 

The light turned green. Aemond sped off once more. 

You sat back in your seat thinking of Aemond’s mother, Alicent. You had only met her via Facetime when she called to check in on Aemond. 

She was a certified smokeshow. 

Alicent was beautiful and always held herself with poise. She was dressed impeccably in every photo of her online you could find when you first cyber-stalked her. 

She had lost her husband, Aemond’s father, three years ago. 

Aemond always skirted around the topic of his father. His father, from what you knew, had never really cared for Aemond and his siblings. 

Viserys Targaryen was in his second term as the state's governor when he passed away. The Targaryens were political legends in your state. Many of their family members had been mayors, governors, state senators, and they had even managed to have an ancestor in the oval office. 

Aemond’s father had always favored his only daughter from his first marriage, Rhaenyra. He had poised her to be the city’s mayor but his death led to a falling out within Aemond’s family. According to Aemond, they had never gotten along with Rhaenyra and her family but they had been cordial while Viserys lived. 

When he died, Rhaenyra (who according to Aemond saw his mother as nothing but a gold digging whore) fought Alicent on every asset Viserys owned and vowed to leave Alicent penniless. 

Thankfully Aemond’s mother had her family by her side. The Hightowers of Oldtown were an even older political force to be reckoned with. Their wealth dated back to the very founding of the nation. 

Aemond’s grandfather, Otto Hightower, had squandered his own inheritance as a young man. It was rumored his family had cut him off and left him to his own devices after he gambled his money away. So Aemond’s mother had grown up having to make a lot of things happen on her own as they didn’t have their family’s backing for most of her life. 

It wasn’t until Alicent married Viserys that the Hightowers welcomed Otto, Alicent, and her brothers back into the family fold. 

So when Viserys died Alicent had the army of Hightower family lawyers on her side. Alicent managed to win several of Viserys’ homes and the money the prenup she had signed promised her. 

Aemond never really spoke of his father, and when he did it was without warmth or love. So you often wondered if this was how all his family felt or if it was just him. You figured you would soon find out.

- 

Aemond pulled up in front of the massive estate. 

You got out of the car and marveled at the impressive family home. It wasn’t bigger than the one your family owned but it did look older and felt more imposing. 

The estate was decorated from top to bottom in Christmas decor. It was done tastefully, the lights and decor didn’t look tacky, but it certainly conveyed a love for the holiday not many others shared by the look of the estates Aemond had passed by on the drive up. 

Aemond popped the truck of the car open and took out his overnight bag. Then he took a deep breath and walked towards you. 

“Say the word and we can still go back to the flat,” he joked. 

You raised your brows and gave him a sideways look. “And do what? Eat Chinese take out and get drunk?” 

Aemond smiled. “That sounds class to me.” 

You laughed and shook your head. 

“Aemond," said a voice that sounded as sweet as honey and as light as the morning sun. 

You and Aemond turned your heads towards the estate. 

Aemond’s mother stood at the door. She smiled brightly and waved. 

Gods she’s even more beautiful in person, you thought. 

Aemond put his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get this over with then.” 

You and Aemond walked up to the door. 

Aemond’s mother turned to you and gave you a hug. 

“It’s lovely to finally see you in person (y/n)," Alicent said as she politely embraced you. 

You were surprised but you quickly recovered and returned the embrace. You noted how warm she felt. 

“It’s a pleasure Mrs. Targaryen.” 

Alicent pulled away and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh none of that. Call me Alicent,” she said with a smile. 

You nodded. “If you insist, Alicent.” 

She let out a polite laugh then turned her attention to Aemond. She wrapped her arms around her son. “I’ve missed you so much my little dragon,” she cooed. 

Aemond blushed as he pulled away from his mother. 

“Mom,” he chided. 

Alicent laughed. “What? I can’t call you my little dragon anymore?” 

You laughed and turned to Aemond. “Little dragon?” 

Alicent turned to you. “He used to love running around pretending he was a dragon when he was a boy.” 

You reached out and pinched Aemond’s now rosy cheek. “How cute, little dragon.” 

Aemond swatted your hand away. “That only happened when I was seven and it’s because the dragon is on our family crest.” 

“If it makes you feel better my nickname used to be baby cabbage in our mother tongue," you revealed, hoping to lessen Aemond's embarrassment. 

Alicent laughed. “Why baby cabbage?” 

You blushed under her gaze. “I was a very chubby baby.” 

“How darling,” Alicent quipped. 

Butterflies fluttered in your chest at the compliment. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Aemond staring at you. 

He cleared his throat and pulled his mother’s gaze away from you. “Let’s go inside, it’s bitterly cold out.” 

Alicent nodded. “Of course come on in. Aegon is already up in his room. Helaena and her friend should be getting in any minute now.” 

Alicent stepped aside and Aemond walked inside. 

You followed after him and felt the butterflies in your chest multiply when you caught Alicent looking you over from head to toe with a small smile on her face.

-

Aemond and Aegon decided to smoke a joint before dinner. 

You weren’t against it but didn’t care to partake so you wandered downstairs and figured you’d ask Alicent if she needed any help with dinner. 

You knocked on the wall of the kitchen entryway. 

Alicent was stirring something in the saucepan but looked up when she heard you knock. She smiled. 

Butterflies filled your chest once more. 

“Hi there,” she said. 

You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jeans. Your palms had already started to sweat and you hadn't even spoken yet. 

“Hi...Uh I was wondering if you needed help with anything?” 

Alicent waved you off. “You’re a guest (y/n). I could never ask you to do anything,” Alicent protested. 

You stepped closer and leaned against the counter next to the stove. “Then it’s a great thing I’m asking you. Really, I want to help out,” you insisted. 

Alicent let out a small laugh. “Okay, you can stir this gravy while I check on the roast.” 

You stepped up to the stove and took over the stirring. 

Alicent went to the oven that was inlaid on the side of the stove, and took a look at the roast.   

“Did you decorate or did you hire someone to decorate your home?” 

Alicent stuck a meat thermometer in the roast and turned her head towards you. “Depends, do you think it’s too much?” 

You smiled. “Of course not. It’s beautifully done.” 

Alicent brightened at the compliment. “Then it was all me,” she beamed. 

“Do you always go all out on the holidays?” 

Alicent placed the roast back on its rack and closed the oven door. “Just Christmas. It’s my favorite holiday because I finally have my family all under one roof again." 

She took her oven mitts off. 

You continued to stir the gravy. “Well I hope it’s okay that you have a stray joining you at the table this year." 

Alicent approached the stove once more.“It’s Christmas, the more the merrier.” 

Then Alicent reached out for the spoon. You went to hand it off. 

But then your hand met hers. 

You didn’t move, and neither did Alicent. 

She met your gaze. 

You were too scared to even breathe. It felt as though if you moved even an inch the spell that kept her eyes on you would break. 

But it broke anyway. 

Alicent cleared her throat and looked away. 

You let go of the spoon. 

Alicent grabbed the spoon and resumed stirring. With her free hand she lowered the heat of the flame. “Besides, I’ll have two stays. Helaena is bringing a friend from school," she said, as though your brief moment of intense something had never happened. 

You took a step back and leaned on the counter. “Right, you mentioned that before. Do you know much about her?” 

Alicent continued to stir. She did not meet your gaze. “Not really. Helaena doesn’t share much about her college life with me. All I know is that her name is Baela, and that they’re spending Christmas day with her family.” 

You raised your eyebrows slightly. Was Aemond right about his sister being into women? 

Alicent noticed. “Why’d you make that face?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just something stupid Aemond said," your face suddenly felt warmer. 

Now it was Alicent who raised her eyebrows in intrigue. “What is it?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure if Aemond would mind you sharing his thoughts with his mother. 

Alicent noted your apprehension. “I won’t tell Aemond you mentioned anything.” 

You looked into Alicent’s eyes. They were a deep and rich brown. They were comforting. You realized that with eyes like that you would tell her anything she wanted. But her gaze was too hot so you swallowed hard and looked away from her when you told her what Aemond had said. 

“He thinks Helaena is gay, and is obsessed with getting her and I together. I’m ninety percent sure that’s the sole reason he invited me over today.” 

Alicent stopped stirring and stared at you.“Gay? Why does he think Helaena is gay?” 

You shrugged. 

Alicent placed a hand on her hip. "I think you do know." 

You dared look up. Alicent's attention was fully focused on you. You felt your stomach in your throat but you spoke anyway.

“According to Aemond, Helaena never expresses interest in men or in dating a man, only talks about women she admires, attends a historically women’s college and majors in women’s studies, and finally that she only ever brings girls home on the holidays.” 

Alicent chuckled and went back to stirring the gravy. “Oh gods. You know I’ve never known why kids today still hang onto outdated stereotypes about sexuality. I was the very same at Helaena’s age, she’ll grow out of it when she meets her future husband. I know I did.” 

You pushed yourself onto the counter and sat down, intrigued at the revelation of Alicent's past. 

“You were a women’s studies major at an all girl college?” 

Alicent tilted her head to the side.“Sort of. I majored in English literature at Vassar, and I only ever brought my girl friends home for the holidays. Until I met my late husband of course.” 

Aemond had never told you that his mother had gone to an all women’s university or that she had a BA in English Lit. It piqued your interest. You needed to know more. 

“How did you meet him?” 

Alicent returned her gaze to the stove and brought the heat of the burner even lower. “My father introduced us. He was Viserys’ chief of staff in his first term.” 

You knew there had been an age difference between them but had not imagined it was that big. 

“Interesting...”

Alicent didn’t reply but she glanced over at you. 

You hopped off the counter, awkward with the sudden silence. “What else can I help with?” 

Alicent smiled softly. “You really don’t have to (y/n).” 

You shook your head. “I insist. Have you set the table? If not I would be more than happy to do so.” 

Alicent turned the heat off and moved the sauce pot to a different burner. She looked up at you. “I laid everything out but I haven’t set it up.” 

You clapped your hands together. “Consider it done.” 

Then you raised your hand to your forehead and gave Alicent a mock salute. 

Alicent laughed.

- 

You set the table as you had always been taught to. Spoons and knives on the right and forks on the left. 

Then, just as you were almost done setting the table you realized the salad forks were missing. 

You double checked the pile where Alicent had left everything, hoping they were under a napkin and you had simply missed them. But no dice. They weren’t there. 

So you walked back to the kitchen. 

Alicent was now working on the salad she planned to serve. She looked up when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. It seemed like she always had a smile ready for you. 

You smiled back, it was instinct around her. “Hey uhm- I’m almost done setting the table but I realized the salad forks are missing. I can’t find them.” 

Alicent furrowed her brow. “Really? I could have sworn I set them out with the rest.” 

She grabbed a nearby paper towel and wiped her hands of any residue. 

Then she exited the kitchen and walked towards her china hutch. 

You watched her from the kitchen entryway. 

While you waited for Alicent to find the forks you looked about the room. When you looked up you realized someone had hung mistletoe over the entryway. 

You smiled. 

Alicent walked to you, forks in hand. She stopped at the entryway. “I’m so sorry I forgot to set them out with the rest.” 

She handed the forks over to you. 

You reached out to take them and for a brief minute your hands met hers, once again. 

Your gaze met hers. “Don’t apologize. I honestly don’t know how you’re doing all the cooking and decorating all on your own. Aemond and I were barely able to put a tree up.” 

Alicent smiled. She didn’t pull away this time. “You’re too sweet (y/n).” 

You returned her smile. Your cheeks were starting to hurt but you wouldn't dare not smile back. “I do have to ask you something," you said, emboldened by the continued contact with Alicent. 

Alicent raised a brow. “Ask me something?” 

You nodded slightly then continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen mistletoe hung in the entryway of a kitchen before.” 

Alicent’s brow furrowed. “Mistletoe?” 

You looked up. Alicent followed your gaze. 

Her eyes widened a bit when she noticed the mistletoe. “Oh I- That Aegon,” she cursed. 

You looked back down at her and laughed. 

Alicent met your gaze once more, blush filled her cheeks. 

Then she pulled her hands away from yours. 

You took the forks and held them against you. “It's quite a funny placement isn't it?" 

Alicent walked past you, back to her salad preparations. 

“Oh yeah? How so,” Alicent replied, busying herself with her salad to avoid looking at you.

 “It reminds me of the old saying, love the meal and kiss the chef." 

Alicent stopped chopping the greens and looked over at you. She let out a small laugh. “Is that a saying? I don't think I've heard it before." 

You shrugged. “I swear I've heard it before, somewhere...Well if it's not it should be." 

Alicent shook her head, the smile still on her face. “Let’s see if you still want to kiss the chef after you’ve had my cooking.” 

Butterflies filled your chest. You stood up a little straighter. “Deal.” 

Alicent turned to you once more, her eyebrows raised. 

You twirled around and walked back to the dining room. You could feel Alicent’s eyes on you as you walked away.

- 

You finished setting the table. 

Then you stepped back and admired your work. 

You hoped Alicent would like it. So you turned to head back to the kitchen but stopped in the hall when you heard the doorbell ring. 

You turned to open it but Aemond beat you to it. 

“Sister,” Aemond said and reached out to hug a familiar blonde.

Alicent walked out of the kitchen and went to the door. 

Helaena let go of Aemond and turned to her mother. Alicent wrapped Helaena in another hug. 

Behind her, a silver haired girl stood awkwardly in the doorway. 

Helaena pulled away from her mom and stepped back to the silver haired girl’s side. She slid her hand in the girl’s. “Mom, Aemond, this is my best friend Baela.” 

Alicent stepped forward and stuck her hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Baela.” 

Baela shook Alicent’s hand. “Thank you for having me over Mrs. Targaryen. Helaena has told me so much about you all.” 

Alicent laughed lightheartedly. “All good things I hope.” 

You took note that she didn’t ask Baela to call her Alicent. 

Aemond gave Baela a polite nod. “Welcome Baela.” 

Baela smiled at him. “Thank you Aemond.” 

Then Aemond noticed you standing in the hall and he waved you over. You approached them with a smile. 

Aemond went to your side and put his arm around your shoulders. “Helaena look who’s joining us tonight.” 

Helaena smiled when she turned to face you. “(y/n), it’s nice to see you again.” She stepped forward and gave you a hug. 

Aemond dropped his arm and stepped away from the both of you. 

You returned Helaena’s hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Aemond giving you a knowing smirk. 

Helaena pulled away and held you at arm’s length. “I’m so happy you’re joining us for dinner.” 

“As am I,” you replied. 

Helaena gave your arms a squeeze before she stepped back to Baela’s side. 

You stuck your hand out to Baela. “Nice to meet you. I’m Aemond’s friend (y/n).” 

Baela shook your hand warmly. “Nice to meet you as well.” 

Then Baela stepped back and Helaena looped her arm around Baela’s. 

“We’ll be upstairs in my room. Let us know when dinner is ready,” Helaena said before she and Baela started up the stairs. 

“Okay,” Alicent said as she watched them leave. Then she turned to you and Aemond. 

“Do you need any more help,” you asked Alicent. 

Alicent shook her head. “You’ve been a tremendous help. Please go have fun.” 

Aemond put his arm around your shoulders once more. “Let’s go play some video games on Aegon’s new system.” 

Aemond led you to the stairs. 

You craned your head back to look at Alicent. “If you need any more help just let me know! I’d be more than happy to.”

 Alicent gave you another smile. “I will.” 

Then she walked back into the kitchen and you followed Aemond up the stairs. 

- 

After about an hour of playing mario party with Aemond and Aegon (who you didn’t much care for because he could be crass but he had never been improper towards you so you didn’t mind him much) you heard the doorbell ring. 

“That will be grandfather,” Aemond said with a sigh. 

Aegon slumped down in his gaming chair on the ground. “I don’t want to go down.” 

Aemond clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Sooner we go say hello the sooner we can say goodbye.” 

Aegon groaned. 

You turned to Aemond. “Oh come on, your grandpa can’t be that bad.” 

Aegon looked at you with an incredulous expression. “You have no idea." 

Then you all stood and made your way to the entrance. 

You trailed behind the boys. 

You saw Alicent at the door with an older man who you figured was her father, and three younger men who greeted Alicent with smiles and hugs. You figured they were her brothers. 

Aemond had told you he had three uncles on his mother’s side. He hadn’t mentioned much about them other than they were all still bachelors, which to you spoke volumes about them as two looked older than Alicent and only one looked younger than her. 

The older man turned to Aegon and Aemond, who were now at the door.

 “Boys,“ the man cheered before greeting each one with a hug and heavy pat on the back. 

Aemond returned the hug while Aegon went limp in his grandfather’s arms. Then their uncles greeted each one. 

You noticed that Alicent had straightened her posture and kept a more neutral expression. She greeted her father and sibling politely, with none of the warmth of earlier greetings. 

There was a lot that you didn’t know about Alicent and her family but you figured it was not all rainbows and sunshine by the change in her demeanor.

“You got here just in time father. Dinner is ready and served,” Alicent proclaimed. 

Her father nodded. “Very good timing Alicent.” 

Then Alicent turned to Aemond. “Would you tell the girls it’s dinner time?” 

Aemond nodded. Then he sped back up the stairs. He reached you and started to tell you but you told him you had heard. 

So he left you and went to tell Helaena and Baela. 

You made your way down the staircase and to the dining room. 

Alicent’s father and brothers seated themselves. Her father sat at the head of the table and insisted Aegon sit on the other end. Aegon did not protest. 

Alicent came out of the kitchen with the salad she prepared in her arms. 

You went to her side. “Do you need any help bringing out the food?” 

Alicent gave you a half smile. “It’s alright (y/n). I’ve set it all on the table. You just sit down and enjoy.“ 

You nodded and followed Alicent into the dining room. You sat down on the empty side of the table. You introduced yourself to Alicent’s family as you sat down. They all gave you various levels of appropriate greetings. 

Thankfully Aemond, Helaena and Baela came in and sat down next to you. Aemond sat to your right, beside his grandfather, and Helaena to your left. Baela sat on her left, with Aegon on Baela’s left. Opposite you sat Alicent. To her left sat her brother Gwayne (as he had introduced himself to you), beside his father. To Alicent’s right sat her brothers Lyonel and Martyn. 

You took in the sight of the absolute feast that was before you. “This all looks delicious, Alicent,” you said without thinking. 

Alicent gave you a small smile, blush tinting her cheeks once again. “Thank you (y/n). You’re too kind.” 

Her father, Otto as you now knew him, let out an indifferent huff. “The roast looks a bit overdone. How long did you leave it in for,” he remarked. 

Alicent’s smile fell from her face. She looked down at her hands. “I followed mother’s recipe to the letter father.” 

Otto let out another huff. “We’ll see about that.” 

Alicent frowned. 

Your focus was pulled away from them when Aemond gently ribbed you with his elbow. 

“You’ve got the perfect seat to talk to Helaena,” he whispered. 

You turned your head slightly to get a better look at Helaena. She was too busy chatting with Baela to even notice you. 

You turned back to Aemond. “It’s not happening Aemond.” 

Aemond frowned then turned his attention to his grandfather.

Otto rose from his seat and tapped his wine glass with a fork, calling everyone’s attention. 

“It warms my heart to see the family gathered for another Christmas. A man’s true wealth can be measured by the strength of his family...and the strength of his business. I am pleased to announce that your uncle Ormund has set up a donor fund for Aegon’s first mayoral campaign.”

Alicent’s brothers clapped and cheered for Aegon. Alicent clapped softly and gave Aegon a sympathetic look. 

Aegon’s face turned a sickly pale color. He didn’t meet his grandfather’s gaze. 

You had a feeling this was the first Aegon was hearing of his mayoral candidacy. 

Otto raised his glass. “To Aegon, first stop the mayor of Oldtown, last stop the president’s office.” 

“Huzzah,” Martyn cheered. 

You raised your glass alongside the rest purely out of propriety. Everyone could tell by the look on Aegon’s face this was the last thing he wanted. 

You turned to look at Alicent who had guilt written all over her face. Your heart softened. 

Otto set his glass down after taking a drink. Then he grabbed the carving knife and fork and got to work on the roast. 

- 

The meal was going well. Until of course Alicent’s family set their attention towards you. 

Lyonel, Alicent’s eldest brother, turned towards you. “So (y/n), what’s your family do?” 

Martyn nodded. “Yeah your name sounds familiar.” 

You took a quick sip of your wine before you replied. “My family are mainly philanthropists now but our family used to own the majority of the railways in the country,” you confessed. 

“That’s right, (y/l/n) rail,” Otto chimed in. 

“Yes sir, but my father is focused on tech philanthropy now.” Below the table your palms started to sweat. Talking with Otto Hightower felt a lot like speaking with your grandfather as a child. They both had very imposing auras. 

“A pity,” Martyn responded as he shoveled another piece of roast into his mouth.

Alicent whipped her head towards her brother. “Martyn,” Alicent chided. 

Martyn shrugged. “What? Her family used to be major players in the nation.” 

Lyonel nodded, agreeing with his brother. But he didn’t stop there. “So why aren’t you spending Christmas with them?” 

You dug your fingers into the palms of your hands. You felt like something was stabbing the inside of your throat. 

Thankfully,  Alicent and Aemond came to your aid. “Lyonel,” Alicent reprimanded. 

Then she turned to you. “You don’t have to answer that (y/n). Please forgive my brothers.” 

Aemond nodded. “Yeah (y/n) you don’t have to engage my troublesome uncles.” 

Lyonel and Martyn rolled their eyes. 

Otto was silent but his piercing gaze remained on you. 

You swallowed hard before you put on a polite smile. You looked at Aemond then at Alicent. “It’s alright,” you assured them. 

Then you turned to Alicent’s brothers. 

“I came out to my family a few months ago and it's safe to say they don’t approve of my new ‘lifestyle’ as they call it.” 

Lyonel’s face went red. Martyn looked away. 

Internally, you smiled at the sight of them embarrassed. 

Alicent’s voice pulled you back to the present. “They’ll come around eventually (y/n). The love a parent has for their child is immeasurable.” 

You smiled at her. “I really hope you’re right.” 

Gwayne, who had not said much all dinner, cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him. 

He turned to Aemond. “So Aemond, how’s your fencing coming along?” 

And just like that the pressure was off you and onto Aemond. 

- 

Many minutes later the meal came to a close. 

The men whisked Aegon and Aemond outside to play ball, leaving only the women inside. 

You, Alicent, Helaena, and Baela cleaned up the table. 

Alicent and Baela made their way to the kitchen with the leftover food while you and Helaena stacked up a pile of dirty dishes. 

Helaena looked over at you. “That was very brave of you,” she said. 

You set the plate you had picked up down. “What was brave?” 

Helaena stopped clearing the table. She turned to face you. “Telling everyone your family iced you out after you came out. Coming out to your family is incredibly brave, and you’re even braver for sharing that with practical strangers.” 

You smiled and felt your face warm. You weren’t attracted to Helaena but she had an otherworldly presence that made any attention she gave you feel special. “Thank you Helaena.” 

She reached out and squeezed your shoulder. “If you ever need to talk or need support, I’m here for you.” 

You put your hand on top of hers. “Thank you.” 

Then the two of you finished clearing the table. 

- 

You finished bringing the last of the dirty dishes into the kitchen. 

Helaena trailed in after you and set her stack on the counter. “Mother, Baela and I will be in my room.” 

Alicent nodded, up to her elbows in leftover food that she was trying to shove into various containers. 

Baela and Helaena left the kitchen. 

You turned to Alicent. “Do you need some help with that?” 

Alicent struggled to secure the lid on the container as she had over packed it with food. Alicent shook her head. “I got it.” 

You continued to watch her struggle. “I don’t think you do.” 

Alicent stopped trying and stepped aside. “Okay then tough guy, you give it a go.” 

You smiled and walked up to the counter. You pressed the lid down on all sides until you heard it click. It was secure. 

Alicent clicked her tongue. "Lucky try." 

You turned to her. “Always happy to help.” 

Alicent took the container full of food and stacked it with the others. “You don’t have to hang around here (y/n). You can go see Aemond or Helaena.” 

You furrowed your brows. “Helaena?” 

Alicent turned to the fridge and started the game of stacking the leftovers. “Yes, I saw the two of you talking while you cleared the table. Perhaps Aemond was right after all. I’ve never seen Helaena take to someone new so quickly.” 

“You were watching us," you asked, butterflies forming at the thought of Alicent spying on you. 

“Why do you say it as if I was spying on you? I saw you from the window in the kitchen is all." She said with a lazy smile on her face. 

“Right....We were just talking. Besides,Aemond is out playing sports with your brothers and father and I am not a sports fan. And I would hate to interrupt Helaena and Baela's alone time,” you joked. 

Alicent chuckled. She turned to grab the rest of the leftovers from the counter. 

You stepped forward and grabbed them. You handed them to her, one by one. “Besides, I like being in your company,” you confessed. 

Alicent stopped arranging the leftovers and looked back at you. “Really?” 

You nodded. 

Alicent smiled shyly and returned her attention to the refrigerator. “I wish my own children felt the same. All but Aemond dodge my calls.” 

You shrugged. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always free.” 

Alicent turned to you and you handed her the final container of leftovers. “Thank you (y/n).” 

Her fingers lingered over yours. Alicent looked down at them. She stared at them for a moment before biting her lip. 

 “What’s your verdict?” 

You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry?” 

Alicent looked up, and took the container from you. “About my food. Was it good enough to kiss the chef?” 

Your face went hot. “Oh...uhm I-” 

Alicent placed the container in the fridge then closed it. She turned back to you. 

You were still too stunned to say anything. 

So her smile fell and she shook her head. “Forget it, it was stupid.” 

“No it’s not stupid I-," you stammered then cleared your throat. “I was just caught off guard is all.” 

Alicent stared at you, not saying anything. 

So you continued. 

“The roast was cooked perfectly.” 

Her smile returned. “Thank you (y/n).” 

You stepped closer to her. “So I do believe I will kiss the chef after all.” 

Alicent swallowed hard, not taking her gaze off you. “Oh,” she whispered. 

You stood in front of her, and looked down at her lips. “May I?” 

The last thing you wanted was for Alicent to feel uncomfortable or coerced. So you waited for her reply before doing anything else. 

Alicent gave you an almost imperceptible nod. 

You leaned in, at first determined to kiss her lips, but as you neared her skin you thought better of it. 

She was just committing to the bit, you told yourself, she didn't actually want you to kiss her.

So you placed a gentle kiss on Alicent’s cheek, inches away from her lips but still in a chaste enough location. 

You noticed a small frown spread across Alicent’s lips as you pulled away. 

But it was quickly wiped away. 

Alicent blushed furiously. She looked away from you. 

You also felt your face warm. 

You heard footsteps approach the kitchen. So you stepped away from Alicent and leaned on the counter. 

Alicent must have also heard them as she busied herself with wiping down the stove top with a nearby rag. 

Aemond appeared moments later. He looked between you and his mother, slightly suspicious, but then he shook his head and turned to you. “Aegon wants another couple rounds of Deadly Fighter 5. You up for it?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” 

Aemond turned and headed towards the hall. 

You started after him but turned at the entryway of the kitchen. “It was a lovely meal, thank you.” 

Alicent nodded, her cheeks still rosy. “Of course.” 

Then you hurried after Aemond. 

A part of you wished you had been brave enough to kiss Alicent on the lips.

You mashed various button combinations as your chosen fighter threw punches at Aemond’s chosen character on the tv screen. 

He was currently beating you  in the second round. 

Behind you, Aegon took a hit from his bong and blew it out in perfect circles. 

“So let me get this right, you want to fuck our mom,” Aegon repeated. 

You grimaced. “Why must you say it like that?” 

Aemond’s character delivered the killing blow to you. You lost. 

Aemond turned to you. “Aegon’s crudeness aside, he’s not wrong. I’ve seen the way you linger in the kitchen alone with her.” 

You felt your face start to warm. You cleared your throat and tried your best to appear nonchalant. 

“I didn’t want her to think I was a rude guest. No one else was helping her,” you argued. 

Aegon took another hit before he spoke again. “You know, I always thought Mom was a lesbian,” he mused. 

Aemond turned to him. “You did?” 

Aegon nodded. “She never really liked Dad, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard her call a man sexy.” 

Aemond furrowed his brows. “Because Dad was a dick. Mother is a devout Catholic she would never call another man sexy. I don’t even think that word is in her vocabulary.” 

You turned to Aemond. “Your arguments for why Heleana is gay are just as flimsy.” 

Aegon turned to Aemond. “You think Helaena is gay?” 

Aemond shrugged. “What else could she be? She’s definitely not into men.” 

“She’s not into anything. She’s a freak like that,” Aegon said and laughed at his own joke. 

Aemond threw a pillow at Aegon’s head. 

It bumped Aegon’s head and knocked the bong out of his hands. 

“Hey,” Aegon whined. 

You and Aemond laughed. 

- 

An hour later, the time had arrived for you to leave. 

You descended the stairs with Aegon and Aemond in tow. 

At the bottom of the stairs Alicent was already saying goodbye to her father and brothers. She finished giving each a hug goodbye. 

Then she noticed Aemond and Aegon. Alicent asked the boys to say goodbye to their grandfather and uncles. 

Aegon and Aemond did as their mother asked and gave their family a hug goodbye. 

Helaena and Baela came down the stairs and Helaena said goodbye to her grandfather and uncles. 

Once they were gone, Helaena informed her mother it was time for her and Baela to leave. 

Alicent gave Helaena a big hug. “I’ll miss you, my bug, she said as she gave Helaena a kiss on the forehead. 

Then Alicent said goodbye to Baela, another handshake. 

Baela and Helaena made their way out the door. 

You were the last guest there. 

Alicent and the boys looked towards you. 

You dialed your cousin Elia once more. Once again you got the automated message the call could not be connected.

“I’m having some trouble with my cell. Could I use your landline?” You asked. 

Aemond furrowed his brows. He turned to his mom. “Do we even have one?” 

Alicent nodded. “Of course we do.” Then she turned to you. “It’s this way.” 

She led you to a small alcove with the landline and a seat next to it at the end of the hall. 

You thanked her and dialed Elia’s number once more. 

This time you got through. It rang three times before she answered. 

“Hello?” 

“Elia, it’s (y/n). I’m calling from my friend’s landline. I couldn’t get through on my cell for some reason.” 

You pressed the phone closer to your ear. There was a lot of background noise and you could not hear Elia very well. 

“I tried to call you. I can’t make it out to pick you up. There’s been a freak snowstorm in Sunspear. They closed all the roads and aren’t letting anyone through. I’m so sorry kiddo,” Elia lamented. 

Your heart sank. 

One for the snow storm that was probably wreaking havoc in Sunspear. It was a town that almost never got anything besides sun. 

And secondly because now you had no way to get back to your flat. 

You swallowed hard before answering. “Stay safe Elia. Please call me with updates, okay?” 

“You got it kiddo. Is there anyone else who can take you  home?” 

“I’ll figure it out, Elia. Don’t worry about that,” you said. 

The line started to fade in and out. Elia wished you a safe ride home and a merry Christmas. 

You did the same then hung up. 

Then you walked back to the entryway where Alicent, Aegon and Aemond stood. 

You shoved your hands in your pockets. “Soo...a freak snowstorm hit Sunspear and Elia can’t pick me up.” 

Alicent frowned. “Oh no, is she alright?” 

You nodded. “Yeah she’s doing okay. Uhm, so I’ll try to call my family’s driver to see if he can make it out. It might take him an hour or two to drive from High Garden but I’m sure he won’t mind.” 

Alicent shook her head and approached you. “Nonsense, you’ll stay the night with us and you can leave with Aemond tomorrow evening.” 

She reached for your hands and held them. “Got it?” 

You flushed. “I couldn’t possibly bother you all like that.“ 

“You are no bother (y/n). Now come on, let me show you to the guest bedroom.” 

Then Alicent pulled you along the staircase and to the guest bedroom. 

Aemond trailed behind the two of you. 

-

Alicent led you to a beautiful room with ample space and a fireplace. She asked Aemond to start a fire as the room could get quite cold at night. 

Aemond did so without protest and soon a fire roared in the hearth. 

Then Alicent asked Aemond to fetch you a pair of his pajamas. 

Again, Aemond did so without protest. 

While Aemond was gone you turned to Alicent. “Are you sure this isn’t an imposition? I can still call the family driver.” 

Alicent waved you off. “You’re staying and that’s final. You got it?” 

You nodded. Her dominant tone ignited a flame of your own. “Thank you,” was all you could say without giving your desire away. 

Aemond returned with a fresh pair of pajamas in hand. He gave them to you. 

You thanked him. 

Alicent clapped her hands together. “Wonderful, we will leave you to get settled. Breakfast is tomorrow at 9am.” 

You nodded. “Got it.” 

Alicent reached out and gave your shoulder a light squeeze. “Sleep well,” she said. 

You smiled. “You as well.” 

Then Alicent turned and left the room. 

Aemond stepped forward. “We’ll try again with Helaena at New Years.” 

You groaned. “Please, no more of that.” 

Aemond chuckled. “We’ll see. Good night (y/n).” 

“Good night Aemond,” you replied as you shook your head. 

Aemond walked out and shut the door behind him. 

Finally, you were alone. 

You changed into the pajamas Aemond gave you and settled into the plush king sized bed. You closed your eyes and hoped sleep would come. You decided to think about Alicent, in hopes you dreamt of her. 

You smiled. 

- 

Unfortunately, sleep did not come for you. You tossed and you turned. 

All you could think of was how much fun your family was probably having without you in St. Barts. 

Then you did the worst possible thing. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pulled up your mother’s facebook account. 

She had already posted many photos of the family in St. Barts. They were smiling from ear to ear, tanned, and it seemed like no one cared you were not in any of the pictures. 

Your mom made no mention of your absence in the text of the post and none of the comments (mostly your mom’s pta and book club friends) asked about your whereabouts. 

You clicked through the many photos. It wasn’t until you clicked on the last photo that you lost it. 

It was a picture of your whole family (minus you), with a caption that read, “Family time is the best time. So thankful to God for allowing the whole family to join us for this Christmas getaway.” 

Tears welled in your eyes. They had completely erased you out of the family. You threw your phone across the room. 

The tears fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks. You could not stop the sobbing that followed. 

It was stupid. You were stupid. 

You should not have been crying for a family that clearly did not want you. You wiped your tears and tried to calm yourself. 

You struggled to do so but after a few minutes you were finally able to breathe normally again. 

You got out of bed and crossed the room to where you had thrown your phone. Then you picked it up. It was a little busted but nothing cracked. 

So you pocketed it and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water. 

- 

As you started towards the kitchen you noticed lights were on in the study down the opposite hall. 

Aemond had briefly mentioned the study on the initial tour he had given you. 

You wondered who else was up this late as it was well past 2am. 

So you stepped closer. As you neared the study you started to hear small cries and sobs. 

You got closer and tried to peer inside. 

Thankfully the door was ajar enough that you saw who was inside. 

It was Alicent. 

The first thing you noticed was how low cut her nightgown was. 

It was a beautiful sage green, and it hugged her body pretty tightly. Then your gaze traveled back to the low cut top of the nightgown. You knew it was wrong to stare but you wanted to take in just how stunning Alicent was. 

You looked closer and noticed her nipples peeked through the fabric of the nightgown. You swallowed hard. 

“Fuck,” you whispered. 

Then Alicent sniffled and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. 

You shook your head. She was clearly upset and there you were ogling her. 

You stepped back and tried to leave. 

But it was too late. 

Alicent stood from her seat. “Who’s there?” She called out. 

You didn’t reply. You were far enough away that you hoped by staying quiet she would drop it and you could leave. 

You didn’t want to intrude on a clearly private moment. 

“Come forward,” Alicent demanded. 

You silently cursed yourself. You had no choice but to enter the study.

#alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #alicent higtower imagine #House of the Dragon imagine #House of the Dragon reader insert

[moonandsunwoo]

txt reaction to you moving in next door

# — pairing: txt x reader // strangers to smth

# — genre: fluuuuuff hi

# — warnings: none except a tale as old as time (that we love)

Another requested one!! Thanks for you kind words <3 i wasnt quite sure if thats what you meant (you said txt x reader so i assume a reaction with usual member specific sections) but if it isn‘t then feel welcomed to send another ask and specify! Im probably overthinking this but i just wanted to visualise my thought process (not that it was anyhow long). Have a nice week!

It is a bit longer than usual bc i wanted to include some sort of backstory! I am still scared of tumblr messing with my post as soon as i add a *read more* thingie, so i hope you can forgive me if i dont add one. If someone knows why it does that or how to fix (even better), please let me know!

Soobin — When you moved in, Soobin was thinking of preparing a welcoming gift - a little housewarming present you know. Especially because you would be right next door and he figured that with roommates like his, and their volume, it would be better to start off on a good note. Of course Beomgyu clowned him for it, but before Soobin could think twice, he‘d ring your doorbell with a bunch of flowers (he hoped seasonal but honestly he had no clue), and a box of muffins. Those he almost dropped when you opened the door however because oh my goddess you were cute- he almost forgot to introduce himself. When he returned to the dorm around a warm chat and a coffee in your half-furnished livingroom later, the redness of his cheeks had yet to fade and he (+ txtease) realised that this crush would probably remain for some time.

Yeonjun — He walked out the door one sunny day and straight into a huge box that was (a bit clumsily) placed in front of the it. You had apologised profusely and invited him for tea or coffee as a compensation for his poor foot. Little did you know that Yeonjuns foot had stopped hurting the second he had fully taken you in (which was fast) and he felt not mad but motivated to help you move in next to their dorm asap = so he could get to know you more also asap. And he did help, he carried boxes and lamps and bags into your new apartment, joking and discussing with you as if you and he had always been friends. You were so easygoing and friendly, Yeonjun felt drawn to you. Who knew that one misplaced box could be the start of such a cute friendship - or even further (but thats a story for another day)

Beomgyu — He heard suspiciously loud thuds from next door and decided to check it out. He heard from someone that they would get a new roommate (Beomgyu hoped for someone fun this time) so he assumed that the moving in would be the source of the concerning noises. He was absolutely correct, because the moment he was ringing your doorbell was the moment you singelhandedly decided to move your massive bed across the room. With more or less (less, significantly less) success however. So when you opened the door you were slightly out of breath, hair sticking up and face shiny — and Beomgyu almost cooed. He swore he had never seen something lovelier than you (and you thought the same, in all honesty, c’mon it’s Beomgyu) and immediately offered his help. Later he wondered if the universe really had to test his physical strength to such an extent but ultimately he wasn‘t complaining. Just like his self-proclaimed “minicrush“ wouldn’t stop growing after that :)

Taehyun — The two of you met in the lobby as strangers, entered the elevator as strangers and got off at the same floor as acquaintances. Or as “half friends” how Taehyun would describe it to his friends, not without feeling his heart warm a bit. When both of you pressed the same button it sparked a conversation and a laugh, and somehow the two you just clicked instantly! Taehyun felt grateful that you were the new neighbour and excited to spend more time with you. A frequent thing he’d do, was coming over to help you set up furniture or decorate. He always said he just liked doing stuff like this, but in reality he came for time spent together afterwards. A bit tired from the work and hungry, but happy and in good company, just glad to have met the other one. (I SHIP IT)

Hueningkai — He had been relaxing at home when the doorbell made his heart jump slightly. Opening the door made his heart jump again - for a different reason this time. You had (after overthinking it twice) decided to visit all your neighbours on the same floor and introduce yourself, bringing a little treat. Nothing big, but homemade, and Hueningkai would never grow tired of praising the taste. Like literally, he wouldn’t. stop. That was partly also because his brain short-circuited the second he invited you into their dorm, simply because you were so pretty and he was so not prepared for it. He also completely forgot you would be moving in so all he could really say with confidence, is that your gift tastes excellent (because it did) and since it seemed to make you smile and relax a bit, Kai decided to tap the full potential of it. Look he’s a shy boy, but shy never stopped a friendship from blooming (the lack of effort does tho, btw) and it surely didn’t stop yours from blossoming, trust me.

© moonandsunwoo

#words of my own [writing] #txt reactions #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x reader #soobin x you #soobin x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun x reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x reader #hueningkai x you #hueningkai x reader #txt x you #txt x reader #txt fluff #kpop reactions #and they were neighbors

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for effectively banning my roommate from bringing over a certain friend just because I find him annoying?

So I (20F) met my friend, S (20NB) in highschool and they fairly recently started living with me and my family. We sometimes have little watch parties with our friends where we all dress up, eat food, and watch movies all pertaining to a certain theme. S wanted to do a John Wick watch party and invited A (19M)

I met A when we were both in the drama club and we got along at first but I eventually just started to find him really annoying. When S and I were both in AP art, A would constantly skip his classes to hang out in the art room without any consideration for the fact that we had to focus on our projects. He never took our art seriously and destroyed my friend's sculpture that was part of her portfolio. Ik it's petty to still hold a grudge over this, but it really thoroughly pissed me off. (This isn't the only thing he did to piss me off but it's one of the most prominent in my memory)

Anyways, fast forward, S is having their watch party. A doesn't drive and he was trying to figure out a way there and asked if I could drive him. Since he lives 30 minutes away, that's 2 hours of driving to pick up and drop off someone I don't even like. I said I'd do it for $100, mostly as a joke to make it clear I didn't want to and he texted S "Is she r*tarded?" (He didn't censor)

That was kinda the last straw and I wasn't willing to do anything to help him after that point. He took an Uber over and then at the end of the night, he failed to realize that Ubers would cost more, and didn't want to pay the extra fee, so the two options were that he could stay until the price went down or I could drive him. I made it clear to S that I didn't want him to stay, but I also said that it was ultimately my parents' choice since this was their house. They said yes and he stayed until the next morning.

Later, S asked why I didn't like A and I dished everything out, including how mad it made me that he called me the r-word. I really didn't hold back with my rant.

S was very understanding and admitted that they hated hosting the watch party and so A wouldn't come over again. I tried to insist that I'm not gonna bar them from seeing their friend, but they just insisted that they would invite A over again. It wasn't my goal to ban A from the house, but I also know that my ranting and making it clear how much I dislike him that I effectively told S not to bring him over again.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #slur cw

[ashisill]

Starting over 2

Warnings: mentions past relationship trauma, protected sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering. I think that’s all if I missed any let me know

~

The next couple weeks you were the happiest you’ve been in a long time. You haven’t seen your roommate in a while since you’ve been sleeping over at Josh’s. Not that you really wanted to see her. Considering how she was always ditching you for a guy. Canceling your plans for a guy. Bringing you places then leaving you for a guy. You’ve been waiting to break away for a while, but after your breakup she was all you had. You’re glad you met Josh or you would’ve been in the same situation as him that night. Even though she’s technically the reason you met Josh, but he’s the only good thing that’s came out of that friendship.

You were afraid of bothering him, and everyday you offered to go back to your house. Give him a break from you, but everyday he’d say “I don’t mind”

“Josh I think I’m gonna head home. I don’t wanna bother you”

“Oh I don’t mind. I enjoy your company. Coffee?”

“Josh do you think I should go home? It’s been a week I’ve gotta be getting on your nerves”

“I don’t mind darling. You don’t bother me at all”

I when you finally decided to run home he called you. He woke up alone for the first time in weeks. You texted him saying that you were gonna run home before work. He didn’t mind until you mentioned you were sleeping at your place. He called immediately worried that he did something wrong. You were already stressed trying to get ready, but answered the phone.

“Josh I’ve got work what’s up?”

“I noticed you left, and I got your text. Why aren’t you coming back?”

“Well I figured since I’ve been practically living at your house. I would go home, and give you a break. I’ll come back I was just giving you some space”

“Oh. Did you need a break?”

“No, but I just thought maybe you did. I was also worried that you were too kind to kick me out”

“I was quite satisfied with our arrangement. It feels strange to be alone”

“Why do you talk like that?” You giggled over the phone. “Just say you miss me like a normal person, and your not alone you live with Jake”

“Okay I miss you, and I hope you change your mind. Also Jake doesn’t count. There happy?”

“Yes. Why don’t you come to my place after I get off?”

“Really?” He said sounded a bit giddy. He cleared his throat trying to play it off.

“Yeah silly. My roommate won’t be home either. That means we’ll finally be alone”

You hung up the phone quickly shocked at yourself. Josh almost choked on his coffee, and tried to keep himself busy. He waited and he waited. He debated on showing up to your work to bring lunch, but didn’t want to run you away.

“Josh what the hell are you doing?” Jake said after watching Josh do everything, but quite literally accomplishing nothing.

“I’m cleaning what’s it look like?”

“It looks like you’re a mad man. You’ve vacuumed like four time, and that spot your scrubbing. You’ve cleaned at least twice. Why are you so frantic?”

“I’m just waiting for her to get off work. I’m going to her place tonight”

“Oh”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

“It’s gonna be weird without her here tonight that’s all” Jake said trying not to be nonchalant. However when you’re as close as those two they can’t hide it.

“Why do you care Jake?”

“I don’t”

“Oh but you do. Jake I swear don’t you dare-”

“Chill out. I’m just saying she’s been here for a while, and it will feel weird because we’re all used to her being here. That’s all Joshua”

“I just afraid of you pulling your shit again”

“That was a long time ago. It almost tore us apart, so calm down and go get ready. She gets off in an hour”

“I really like her Jake. Can’t you see that?”

“I know Josh I know. Just go”

Maybe one day they will tell you about their first love. The woman that almost ruin the twins. The girl that they both fell for, fought for, and loved. She wasn’t the best to them, and when she got bored she left them both. It was only then they promised to never let a woman come between them. Maybe it was just teenage love, but to them she was everything. Now they resent her with everything they have.

~

Josh knocked on your door and with flowers in hand. He was dressed far too nice to be chilling at home. You decided your low rise sweats, and a cropped shirt would be lovely.

“Hi Josh” you smiled opening the door. “Oh my gosh you didn’t have to do all that”

“It’s for you. You look very pretty. Your eyes are sparkling dear”

You realized in that moment this was the first time someone has genuinely saw beauty in you. Not lust, or “hot”, or drunken compliments. He truly thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.

You didn’t know how to respond to a compliment like that. You studdered and began to embarrass yourself. Your face turned bright red, and you lost your words.

“Did I leave ya speechless?” He giggled at you being so flustered.

“I’ve just never had anyone do anything like this. Im very sorry I don’t know how to respond” you laughed. Trying to play it off as if your love life wasn’t sad and traumatic. Except he already knew he saw right through.

“Kiss me ?”

“Seems appropriate” you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arm gently held your waist. While his hand rested softly on your face. With both your faces being bright red you welcomed him in. You showed him around your small home. He was very interested in every detail. Even when you stopped in fear of talking too much he encouraged you to continue. When you got to the kitchen you found a vase for your flowers.

“Oh I forgot to tell you. I got off early so I made dinner. Also there’s cookies in the oven”

“And you tried to say I did too much by bringing you flowers”

“Well you’ve done a lot for me” you looked down at your feet.

He walked closer to you and pulled your chin up. He didn’t speak until you looked him in the eyes. “Do we not remember how we got here? You saved me that night. You’ve done plenty for me darling. Although dinner looks delicious” He laughed at himself

“it is”

You brought the food to the table along with a pitcher of tea. He thanked you over and over. You promised it was nothing, but he continued to reassure you.

“You know I realize I’m a bit overdressed” he laughed his face turning red again.

“Maybe a bit. I’ve got some sweats that would probably fit you”

After dinner he went to change while you picked out a movie. The moment he walked into the room with your clothes on your heart skipped a beat.

“You could keep those if you’d like. They look good on you” you smiled softly.

“Look at you coming out of your shell”

“What?”

“You’ve been extremely shy do you know that? I knew you’d get more comfortable”

“No I haven’t”

“Love I asked if you were hungry one day, and you said no then your stomach growled.”

“Did not”

“Every time I give you compliment your whole face turns red, and you can’t look at me. When your afraid that your bothering me you get quite and look down at the ground. And never once have you bothered me pretty girl”

“I don’t do that” you said with red checks and eyes glued to the floor.

“Yes you do silly girl. See there you go again”

You covered your mouth in shock. He notices every little thing about. He’s memorized them before you even had. You quickly changed the subject “Movie?”

The moment you clicked play the tension was strong. You and Josh haven’t had intimacy or anything close to it. A kiss and a hug was as far as it’s gotten. A part of you really wanted him. To feel him all over you. For his scent to cover the sheets. To have his tongue against you. To see his beautiful skin dripped in sweat. To hear his breath pick up while he’s against your ear. To feel his hands in the places others didn’t care to touch. To be loved gently for the first time. To make love rather than feel like your being used. Another part of you is afraid that once he sees you he won’t feel the same. That same beauty he sees will be gone.

He put his arms around you, and cuddled in close. After a while you laid down on your side. He followed your lead, and laid with his chest against your back. You felt him harden against you. He quickly moved back in fear of making you uncomfortable. Instead you pushed back against him. His hand found your waist as he started grinding against you. You pushed back again feeling him close to you. When you let out a soft gasp he stopped, and leaned close to your ear.

“Come out of that shell pretty girl”

“Take me to my bed”

He picked you up like a baby and carried you to the room. He laid you against the bed and started kissing your neck. Naturally you started breathing heavy, and you squirmed beneath him. He kissed your lips, your cheeks, and your nose. “Can I taste you?”

“You mean?”

He teased his tongue against your neck. You hesitated, and he quickly realized you’ve never had this.

“No ones ever went down on you sweetheart?”

You shook your head completely embarrassed. “I’ve asked for it, but every time they make me feel like its gross”

“I won’t make you feel gross. I’ll make you feel really good” his fingers danced over your clit making you shiver. “Can I take them off?”

With your nerves taking over you couldn’t answer. You nodded your head, and he could sensed your nervousness. “I’ll be gentle with you I promise”

He raised up your shirt to kiss your stomach. Placing warm kisses all over you. He slowly raised your shirt up to reveal your breast. You closed your eyes scared of his reaction.

“Baby your bearutiful”

He took his time kissing everywhere he could, sucking on your nipples, and leaving small hickeys on you. You were already a wreck. The way he was taking he time to make you feel good rather than rushing to get to his needs. He already had you wrapped around his fingers.

He made it down to your waist and kissed the band of your sweats before gently sliding them down. His teased your thighs before kissing you through your underwear. Making you gasp out again.

“There you go sweetheart”

He slowly slid your panties down, and once again you covered your eyes. “Open your eyes I want you to watch. Watch me while I show you how your supposed to be treated”

“Oh fuck” you said it before you even realized.

He licked you once letting you adjust to the new sensation. Then again and again. Then he set a slow pace as you cried out. As hard as you tried to stay still you just couldn’t. He held your legs and followed as you moved. Your stomach felt warm and it took you a minute to realize. You were about to finish.

“No fucking way”

You sat up quickly he grabbed your legs pulling you closer. ���Josh I think I’m gonna”

You fell quiet as your legs and core shook hard. This was nothing like you’ve experienced before. Your eyes rolled back, and you gripped his curls. You shoved his head away you quickly overstimulated.

He teased a finger against your entrance before sliding it inside you. Then another you felt like you might be explode, but when his tongue touched your clit. The noise that came out of you was shameful. “I can’t Josh I can’t”

He slowed his pace trying not to overstimulate you. Regardless you came hurdling towards another orgasm. You couldn’t form words to warn him. Your mouth dropped, and your entire body shook again. Rather than stopping right after you finished. He let you ride it out by slowing his fingers down and giving your clit kitten licks. Letting you experience a full orgasm.

He licked his lips, and wiped his mouth. “Oh my god. Come here Josh”

You started playing with his waist band. “Are you sure?”

You assured him you were and he pulled the condom out of his pocket.

“Magnum?” You questioned him.

“Yes” he looked at you confused. “I won’t hurt you pretty girl”

You nodded your head, and he pulled them down. You wanted to cover your mouth he was big. “Josh your-” you stopped yourself real fast.

“I know honey, but don’t worry”

He teased your clit with his tip. “Are you ready?”

“Yes please”

He slowly slid himself inside you. Only the tip before you asked him to slow. “Tell me when”

You adjusted and asked him to continue. Once he bottomed out you were already clawing at his back.

“Josh” you whispered.

“I’m here. I’m right here”

You whined out for him, and he was quick to remind you it was okay. “Josh fuck it feels so good”

“I know it does sweet girl. You’re doing so good”

He grabbed your wrist and held them above your head. His pace was slow but he was so deep inside you.

“I’ve got you pretty baby”

“I think I’m close again. Cum with me Josh”

“I got you just let go for me”

“Cum with me baby”

“God you’re so damn beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking”

“Talk to me”

“Oh I’ll talk you through it sweetheart”

“Please Josh”

I’m so proud of you. You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl. Do you know that?”

“Oh fuck”

That all it took for you to snap. Your back arched off the mattress and he held you close. He spoke to you softly as he finished with you. Not used to having an orgasm so strong you laid there trying to recover. He pulled out, and started tending to your needs.

“You okay pretty girl?” He gently brushed your hair out of your face. You nodded your head still not able to form a sentence. You tried to pull the covers over you, but didn’t get very far. You whined out from your lack of strength. “Shh shh I’ve got you”

He pulled the blankets over the two of you, and you laid against his chest. Before you realized it you were passed out in his arms. He let your body rest while he laid there with you. Staring at the ceiling thinking about you.

“God I hope you stay” he whispered into the night.

~

The next morning you were surprised he was still laying next you. You thought surely he’d be gone after last night. But when the sun came shining through the curtains, and woke you from your sleep. You rolled over to find him sleeping peacefully next to you. Your thumb gently rolled over his cheek. Skin soft so soft you wish you could curl into him. His eyes fluttered open, and his beautiful brown eyes lit up when saw you. No words were said as you laid there admiring him. He really is so beautiful. If only you knew he was thinking the same about you.

“I love you” he spoke.

Your eyes widened as his words. Surely he doesn’t love you. He’s just having a moment there’s no way he loves you.

“You do?”

“With all my heart love”

“I love you too Josh”

#gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fleet #josh gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka fic #joshua michael kiszka #joshua kiszka #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka smut #josh gvf smut #gvf smut #greta van smut #josh kiskza smut #gvf fic #greta van fleet fluff #josh kiszka imagine #Josh kisz #jake kiszka gvf #jake gvf

[1vampyre]

3. clueless

masterlist

today was just a normal day for scaramouche, he was streaming normally playing a horror games entertaining his viewers

he started the stream at 6:24 PM

(4 1/2 hours pass)

“WHAT THE FUCK. BRO HE WAS 7 FUCKING FEET AWAY FROM ME HOW DID HE GET ME?” scaramouche had been stuck at this stage of the story for a long time and it was starting to piss him off.

he kept running away from the monster in the game (and failing) every time, he cursed at it and himself. he raged and yelled at the story and everything.

he threw his hands up the air , “oh my archons i’m going to kill my self what the actual fuck is this game bro, there is no way i did all of that just for this stupid shit brown vermin is stopping me FROM FUCKING ESCAPING.”

the chat laughed at him but some people were giving him tips

kalaniii : “you need to put keys to the red door that the monster is guarding”

xinqfinf : “LMAOOOO scara is so funny when he’s angry ”

scaraswifey : “you got this scara i believe in you!! <333”

ilanabeloved : “THE MONSTER HAS THE DAMN KEY YOU HAVE TO GO CLOSE TO IT DUMBASS”

bountyhunterr: “blud has been stuck on the same thing for 2 hours 💀💀”

his eyes scanned the chat that was barely registering due to how many people that was talking through the chat per second only seeing certain messages

(the 3rd one freaked him out a bit)

suddenly his phone screen lit up showing a notification from his sister , he quickly paused the game

“shit wait one second guys.” he said scrambled to unlock his phone

scaramouche quickly typed a reply to her message knowing she would be mad if he didn’t

once he turned off his phone again he tried looked at the chat again and began to make a mental note of what he was supposed to actually do in order to escape the facility that the game was set in

while he was focused on gathering the keys to escape he didn’t hear the apartment door being closed and the footsteps that were coming toward his room

he snaps out of focus for a second to hear what was happening outside his game but when he took off his headphones he immediately got killed again

scaramouche grunted and put the headphones back , his eyes glued to the screen as he failed to register the person who had just entered his room.

the chat started getting alarmed the second they saw a strange unfamiliar figure at the back of scaramouche’s dark room

his fans started spamming the chat once they saw the person under the purple leds , they realized it was a girl that just entered and collapsed on his bed

he didn’t notice anything thought since he was still laser focused on the game and escaping

after 15 more minutes he finally got the final key and made his way to the exit , he let out a loud sigh and let himself slump into his chair as the cutscene played.

“okay i think i’m going to stop the stream soon guys.” he yawned slightly

leaned towards his computer to analyze the chat and saw the messages coming through

scaramouche mindlessly stared at the screen in silence until someone donated something

wandrift donated 500 bits : “DSCARA THERES A RANDOM GIRL IN YOUR BED RIGHT NOW WTF”

“wait …huh?” scaramouche asked completely clueless to what they were talking about snapped out of his trance and leaned towards his computer to analyze the chat and saw the messages coming through

kyoumari : “HELP WHO ARE THEY”

matsuban : “SCARA ARE THEY UR GF 🤯🤯😨😨”

dendronila : “bro is finally getting bitches 🙌”

farzaze: “wait they kinda pretty tho”

after he read a couple messages for a second his head snapped towards where his bed was and saw that you were laying on top his bed passed out

he turned to stare at the the camera “oh they’re just my roommate , night guys it’s getting late” and then shut his stream off.

scaramouche sighed and got up from his seat , he walked over to where you were and placed a blanket over you since you were shivering slightly due to the cold weather in the apartment.

after that he turned the leds off and headed to the living room.

note :

- hey fam …

#genshin smau #smau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #twt #genshin scara #scara x y/n #scaramouche #scara x reader #scara smau #scara x you

[cas-skz]

hiiii cas can i request a soft!dom yeosang (ateez) 🥹 im a sucker for friends to lovers if you wanted something a bit more specific

It’s you.

Yeosang x Fem!reader

| REQUEST | non idol au | friends to lovers |

18+!! MDNI plz&thnx!!

warnings: soft!dom Yeo, shyish reader, nipple play, oral, unprotected sex, creampie

[ REQUESTS - OPEN ]

writers note: bapbapbap I wanted to write Yeosang & I’m glad I got this request! I may have hyped this up to much, idk bro but here ya gooo. I hope you enjoy!! :] much love

cas xx

The energy between you and your best friend had changed in the past week. What was once bubbly and fun, now seemed tense and awkward.

It started a week earlier at a friends party, you and Yeosang were chosen for seven minutes in heaven.

Most of the game was spent chatting and laughing as you waited for time to pass.

“What if we kiss?” You had drunkenly blurted out.

It was less than a minute of kissing, but it left you craving more.

Your roommates had taken over the living room, having their own little girls night. So when Yeosang arrived, you headed to your room for your weekly movie.

“You didn’t want to join them?” He asked, sitting towards the end of your bed.

You noticed he avoided your gaze, which honestly made you a little sad.

“Not really, plus we spend every Friday together.”

You wiggled your way up in the bed, sitting against your headboard and leaving a spot for him up from where he was sat.

He finally looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion.

You felt your heart drop, concern taking over as you forced your feelings towards him to the back of your mind.

“What’s up? Talk to me Yeo.” You moved down next to him, looping your arm with his.

You didn’t expect the usual closeness to feel so different. Like his energy was radiating around you and making it hard to breathe.

“Yeo..”

“You know that girl I’ve been seeing? The one I told you about.” He finally started

You pulled your arm out of his, moving away the smallest bit.

He looked at your arm, then at you for a brief second before back to his hands, “I saw her again today.” He trailed off in thought.

You chewed on your lip, “okay, and? Last time I checked you were crushing hard.”

“Yea, I was.” Yeosang said quietly, his eyes flashed to you again.

You looked into his eyes, your heart racing so fast that it took you a moment to get your words out.

“What happened?” You ask.

Yeosang quickly pushed off the bed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to you, his back against your closet door.

“You happened.”

You looked over at him confused, “what do you mean, I happened?”

He huffed a laugh, “Maybe we should kiss. Haven’t you been curious what it’s like to kiss your best friend?” He was mocking you, the words you used to when drunk.

“So, what? You’re mad at me for making you drunkenly kiss me?” You scoffed, pushing yourself off the bed.

Yeosang stayed silent, watching as you paced in front of him.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“You know, whenever we drink together, it’s you who’s flirting with me and shit. The one time, the one fucking time I actually take my shot.” You turned your back to him, running a hand through your hair. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

“Y/A …” Yeosang touched your shoulder gently, but you jerked away.

“What?” You turned around, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Am I missing something? Maybe like when you said no girl was prettier then me, or the time you said we’d be a couple that could last forever.”

Your emotions were heightened, you didn’t expect half the things you were saying to pour out like they did.

You turned to look at him again, his own eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He paused for a moment, taking a step closer to you.

“It’s just ever since we kissed, my head has been spinning, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. Seeing her today, made me realize something.”

You watched as he moved even closer, your chest feeling tight.

“Oh?” You say softly

He took your hand in his, pulling you into him. “It’s because of you,” he whispered, a single tear down his cheek. “It’s because I’m in love with you.”

It felt like your heart had exploded. You never expected him to return the feelings you couldn’t find the words to express.

He cupped your face, turning your attention back to him.

“I can’t lose you.” You whispered, feeling your own tears start to fall.

You started to turn away, but he pulled you back to him, his lips finding yours.

Yeosang kissed you deeply and for some reason, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

You kissed back, letting your arms wrap around his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere” He whispered against your lips.

Your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head, “You better not.” You say eyeing him up.

Yeosang’s hand gently griped your jaw, his lips crashing into yours.

You returned the kiss, pulling him back until you were against the wall. Your hand slipped under his sweater, fingers gripping at his abs.

“Take it off.” Yeosang breathed, backing up a bit as you ran your hands up his chest to pull his sweater off.

You leaned your upper body back, smirking at him as your eyes ran up and down his body. You wanted him so bad, for so long. It made you tingle.

Yeosang kissed you again before taking another small step back, smirking as his eyes motioned to his pants. “Now these.”

Dropping to your knees, you ran your hand over his crotch, feeling his stiffened cock pressed tight against the pants.

Your fingers worked to undo his belt, “Look at me.” He ordered.

You obeyed, looking into his eyes as you unbutton his pants. Slide the zipper down. You hummed happily, pulling his pants the rest of the way off.

His body moved from in front of you, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take your clothes off for me.” His tone had softened, making you feel shy.

While Yeosang had the confidence of a Greek god; you on the other hand, lacked that quality.

You started with your leggings, slowly taking them off one leg at a time. The oversized sweater you had on hid most of your body, your breath got a little shaky.

“Hey.”

Your eyes moved to him, taking his extended hand and walking into his embrace.

He cupped your cheek, pulling you close and kissing you softly a few times. “You’re the prettiest girl. Prettier than all the others.”

Yeosang pulled you onto his lap, scooting back a bit so you were comfortable. His hands rested on your hips, “More importantly -” he kissed your jaw, lips sucking at your sweet skin.

You moaned softly, tilting your head to one side to give him more room. He worked slowly towards you ear, “You’re my beautiful girlfriend.”

He pulled back quickly, “Wait, will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled widely, “Of course.” You pressed a toothy kiss upon his lips, giggling against them as he fell back with his arms around you.

Yeosang flipped you onto your back, rubbing the nip of his nose against yours.

You bit your lip, “Take it off me.”

His hands ran slowly up your sides, sitting you up to lift your sweater off. He ran a hand through your hair before pulling you into another kiss.

You rolled your hips against his, moaning against his lip as his hands explored your body, leaving goosebumps in their path.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, his fingers trailing along the elastic of your sports bra.

You nodded and he quickly threw it off.

His hands were on your breasts immediately, thumbs grazing over your sensitive nips. You moaned his name as he dipped one into his mouth, his tongue running in circles.

Yeosang laid you back down, his mouth switching back and forth between your nipples before slowly trailing down your body.

You watched as he kissed your hips, your inner thigh. It was driving you crazy, dampening your panties more and more as he approached.

Using both hands, he slipped your undies slowly down your legs, kicking off his own boxers after.

Yeosang looked down at you, smiling at you as he crawled back on the bed. He made his way to your head, “Come here.” He said quietly, lifting you a bit towards his large member.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking his cock in your mouth. He thrusted into your mouth, drool leaking from the sides. His hand slid between your legs, pushing them apart.

“Your lips look so pretty around my cock.” He hummed, his fingers finding the sweet spot on your clit.

“Yeo..” you moaned, your head falling back for a breather. “Please Yeo, I need you.”

“Please fuck me”

The tip of his cock ran through your folds, your slick easily becoming a lube as Yeosang thrusted into you, sending a shiver up your spine.

He listed your legs around his hips, his deep strokes already daring to make you cum.

He ran one of his hands along your leg, “You’re such a good girl.”

You looked up at him, your hands kneading your breast. “Am I your good girl?” You smirked, one of your hands moving to rub your clit.

Yeosang leaned down, roughly kissing you as his hips started to move faster. “My good girl”he hissed,

Your back arched as your peak started to hit, your moans turning into sharp breaths.

Your walls started to tighten, little shakes starting to hit throughout your body.

He lifted you up to him, holding you in his arms. “I’m gonna cum baby girl.” He moaned in your ear.

Your body was on fire with pleasure, his cock so deep inside you it made you whimper. “Cum in me. Cum in me Yeo.”

He brought his lips to yours, lazily kissing as your peaks hit simultaneously.

Your fingers dug into his skin as your body vibrates against his, the feeling of your release dripping down.

Yeosang brushed some hair from your face, breathing heavily against your lips. “You’re so amazing.”

“So are you.” You smiled, sliding yourself off his lap and grabbing his face to pull it to you.

You kissed him a few times, sliding your hands to the back of his neck. “You’re staying the night, yeah?”

He nodded, kissing your forehead, “I’ll go get us a towel, that way we can stay in here for as long as we want.”

“As long as we want?” You asked giggling, flashing flirty eyes at him.

“Then hurry, cause I want you more..” You ran your hand across his chest, kissing up his jawline, “and more…” you got to his ear, “and more.”

#ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez x reader #ateez x female reader #ateez x you #ateez x y/n #yeosang #kang yeosang #yeosang x reader #yeosang x y/n #yeosang x you #ateez yeosang #ateez #atz #atz smut #atz fluff #atz angst #atz yeosang

[lovesclinic]

ྀི ۪  ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪  ׂ. ꒰ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 !! ꒱

reader x xavier thorpe

ღ. synopsis ; xavier is always there for you, even if you’ve never noticed before…

ღ. pairing ; xavier thorpe x reader

ღ. notes ; just cute fluffy fluff fluff

ive never really posted here before so hi (also my first post barely got any likes so I’m kinda not sure)

also him in this gif

⊹˚.⋆

Xavier Thorpe wandered around the entrance out the front of the school, clinging to the warmth of the hot chocolate that Rowan, his roommate, had bought for him.

Suffering through the snowy cold weather, waiting as he agreed to meet up with Ajax for lunch period outside the front of the school.

The warm beverage seemed to be calming him down and helping him warm up since he had been feeling substantially colder than usual that morning.

While walking through the icy environment of outside, he stopped when he saw a girl walking by herself, dressed in an outfit that was the perfect balance between wednesday's dark clothing and enid's bright plethora of various colours and shades.

With tears dripping from her eyes to her quivering chin, as cold as the stones on which sorrowing hearts had caused to be carved their regrets.

he halted walking, enduring the harsh winds for a glimpse to attempt to perceive the girl's identity.

He focused his gaze more closely and saw that the girl was Y/N. He sighed to himself, knowing that despite the hectic surroundings of many students and teachers, she was once again the only one who caught his attention.

he silently cursed himself for not being able to stay away from the alluring girl..

As he walked over to Y/N, Xavier watched the breath leave her lips as a visible icy mist, proving just how cold it really was.

He observed as Y/N's lips attempted to form a smile from their place curled into a sad pout, as she quickly brushed a stray, visible tear from his sight.

However, Y/N's attempted smile only highlighted the despair she was so desperately trying to banish.

Xavier noticed this, leading him to ask her softly, "It's freezing, why're you wandering outside?"

"Xavier, it's all right," she murmured. He sighed and withdrew his warm winter jacket, laying it over her shoulders to protect her from the biting wind and blowing snow.

He tenderly brushed the snow flakes out of her hair with a gentle hand. He asked, "Did something happen?"

She hadn't witnessed this side of him, only seeing his brooding, lanky figure towards the back end of the classroom, yet the gentleness in his voice eased her heart. He tended to present a rough exterior, but was he actually as non-caring to her as he came off as?

Y/N murmured, "I just got into a fight with Enid. I didn't mean to, but I actually managed to make her mad at me! which i thought was y'know impossible, cause shes so, her?" Y/N sniffled out a laugh through her tears, attempting to play it off.

"Do y'wanna talk about it?" Xavier watched as ana curled into the warmth of his jacket, having to suppress the wide grin threatening to break free at the sight of her wearing his jacket.

"Not really, no. Sorry." averting her gaze to her shoes, Y/N avoided looking at the tall boy, why did he care?

"It's okay. That's alright "He didn't push her; instead, he merely looked for a quiet place to take her to calm down.

"Come on over here." She fixed her gaze on him. "It's okay, just sit down over here."

She shuffled over to the bench and sat down next to him, still shuddering from the chilly air.

He took a moment to observe her before giving in and offering her his drink.

"Here, it's warm. Ronan made it for me, but you drink it." He handed it to her.

She shook her head and quickly rushed out a refusal, "No, no, I can't."

Y/N didn't cease the shaking of her head to say no, "it's yours, you drink it," she pushed it towards him, nudging his hand and the drink away.

"I said take it already," he shoved it towards her, turning his face away with shyness reflecting in his deep brown eyes.

Before the last couple of days Y/N never realised how many emotions press could convey though his eyes.

She nodded, accepting his offer and taking the warm cup away from his grasp.

The previously tearful girl had been taken aback by his gentle treatment.

She focused her attention downward onto the hot chocolate mixture, watching as the tiny marshmallow bobbed up and down and around the cup.

"do you want to tell me what's up with Enid?" Waiting patiently for her to tell him whatever she felt comfortable saying, Xavier sat there.

“honestly, i was, j, just a bit jealous..”

"Why?"

"she's been spending so much time with the new girl, wednesday? since she moved her its like i don't even exist to her, she even switched to be her roommate before they even met!"

"Shhh...just drink your hot chocolate before you freeze, then we can talk more,"

he flashed her a large and genuine grin, a smile. sometbing that had become rare to xavier since his relationship with bianca.

Lifting the mug to her lips she took a large sip of the hot chocolate. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, revelling in the sweet taste and the warmth it provided her body. The liquid slowly slithered down her throat, heating her up. "It's nice, isn't it?" Xavier asked with a little laugh. She smiled back at him.

“Yeah, it's...really good."

Due to how cold it was, Y/N saw that his cheeks and nose were extremely red.

His slender frame trembled. She noticed his arms circling his torso to stay warm. This gave her heart a special kind of feeling. Her heart ached at the thought of him forgoing his own comfort to provide her with heat instead of warming himself with his jacket.

She mumbled, "Xavier," softly. To her, he turned. "Yes?" "Are you cold?" she inquired. "Oh, no! No, I'm good "Despite the tremble in his fingers, he reassured her. Realizing his lie, she scowled at him. "I know youre lying, silly.”

"No I'm—" he started when she suddenly draped half of the large jacket over his shoulders and scooted in closer.

Together, they watched the snow fall as her warm body pushed up against his own. She took another sip of the hot chocolate and then handed it back to him while leaning her head against his shoulder.

His eyes were fixed upon the soft and smooth marshmallows as he watched it from above. He flashed her a warm smile and gratefully welcomed her offer. He placed his hands over hers and brought them up to his face rather than taking the cup from her. He took a large sip of the hot beverage before turning his attention to her. Y/N inhaled sharply when they made eye contact. She averted her gaze.

“On a cold day, hot chocolate is delicious.” She agreed, murmuring, "Y...yeah." she bit down on her bottom lip nervously as his fingers caressed her own.

Every time he touched her so sweetly and gently, her heart felt these inexplicable feelings once again. He asked, with a hopeful look in his eyes, "Do you feel any better?" She paused to give it some thought. "Mhm. She said, "I do. "We should do this more often, only if you want to."

"Whenever you're want Y/N"

#xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fluff #xavier x y/n #oneshot #wednesday #reqs open #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #wednesday addams #writerscommunity #xavier thrope imagine #x reader #gif

[flurrys-creativity]

Crazy, Stupid, Perv

Pairing: Jung Yunho (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Roommate AU, heavily suggestive - borderline smut, slice of life; Rating: nsfw, 18+ (gonna be safe with this one), MDNI; Warnings: pervert!Yunho, indicated underwear stealing, smelling and licking said underwear, thoughts of Yunho’s tongue and places it could be, swearing.. like twice, mentions of sex, kissing and heavily making out; Wordcount: 594

Summary: With a roommate as hot as Yunho, you weren’t surprised to fall for him eventually. Yet you still tried to ignore it, provoking some drastic measures from Yunho as he wanted you just as bad.

“You smell so good”, Yunho murmured beside you, sending a wave of desire through your whole body.

You swallowed heavily and licked over your lips, feeling suddenly nervous to face your long time room mate. You swallowed again, staring blankly at the tv screen in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his lap - or more precisely his thighs that were barely covered by his basketball shorts. 

Ever since you moved into the apartment he drove you crazy. Yunho was incredibly good looking, impressively tall and the sweetest but also most teasing human being you ever met. It didn’t even take a week for you to develop a crush on him.

With a deep breath you turned towards him on the couch. A frown appeared on your face as you noticed he sat a few feet away from you. How could he possibly be able to smell you? Your eyes switched between him and yourself, unsure whether you should check if you smelled or not. 

That’s when you noticed Yunho holding some sort of fabric in his hand. Your eyes zoomed in on it as you tried to figure out what it was.

Yunho moved his hand back up to his face, inhaling deeply right over the fabric. His eyes fluttered closed and a soft smile spread over his lips.

You stared at him, feeling the desire pool inside of you. It took you several heartbeats before your mind came back to the fabric, recognising the familiar pattern. “Yunho”, you said in a low tone, shifting on the couch once again. 

He took another deep breath and hummed softly, indicating he was listening.

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” You swallowed again, trying to fight your lust-ridden thoughts inside of your mind. You didn’t even wait for him to answer, continuing immediately: “How did you get my underwear? No, scratch that! WHY are YOU sniffing MY underwear?”

Yunho pried his eyes open to look at you, mischief glistening within them. “‘Cause you smell so good.” He shrugged with his shoulders. “Do you think I could still taste you on these panties?” Yunho’s tongue darted out and swept over the fabric with a slow and sensual motion, before he pulled it back into his mouth with a satisfied groan.

You froze on the spot, staring at him with wide eyes. Even though you wanted to be mad at him or snatch your underwear out of his large hand, you could only picture him between your legs doing magic with his tongue. “Pervert”, you whispered without any malice behind it, watching how he wrapped his tongue around the fabric and pulled it between his lips, sucking on it with another loud groan. “Fuck me.”

Yunho’s eyes snapped to you as he halted his motions. He slowly pulled your underwear out of his mouth, a smirk spreading over his lips before he moved closer to you. “Is that an invitation?” He eyed you closely, hoping you’d say yes. After all it took him some drastic measures to finally get you to notice how much he wanted you. 

Your gazes locked and you felt yourself slowly losing your sanity. You wet your lips as you nodded. “Yes, please.” Before you could even comprehend your words, you got pushed down on the couch and Yunho hovered above you with his body between your legs and his crotch pressed against your core. 

“Fucking finally”, he growled playfully and kissed you deeply, rolling his hips against your body.

Yunho definitely drove you crazy.

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[shhh-secret-time]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics! -SnomoScribbles

You!!! Yooooou!!! You know what speaks to my soooooul! Talking about writing!!

☆ The fic I loved writing the most? I actually had a lot of fun writing was Ginger Snap! It was the one fic that wasn't hard for me to write! It just came naturally.

Kyle is a lot of fun to write for, he's just the hardest for me to write for!

☆ Honestly, I was not a fan of my Tweek and Craig fic, or the one Butters fic I did.

- BIG RANT AHEAD-

I have a lot of conflicted feelings writing for Tweek or Craig. The Fandom loves those two together very much and writing anything involving them with fem feels weird? It's a very touchy subject for me because their representation is important for many people! On the other hand it's important for pansexual/bisexual people too.

As someone who's bisexual myself I understand enough to know it feels good when I read things that include my sexuality. But I'm still very ignorant to a lot of things. Things I'm still trying to learn, things I will happily change about myself if it makes me a more understanding person.

So until I sort these feelings out I probably won't be taking anymore requests involving Creek. If they're separate that's fine, but until then it's probably going to be closed off.

For the Butters fic it's literally my first one I wrote so of course I'm not going to like it. In fact now that I know a little more, I'm probably gonna go back and re-write it!

☆ I had the most fun writing the Midnight Summers Dream fic! That's where my roommate and I came up with the Fae King Kyle! Like why just make him an elf? Go further. Give him beautiful golden wings that make his red hair look like a sunset! Yes bitch!

☆ The fic I'm most proud of is going to sound a little selfish and for that I apologize. It's my Pomegranates and Honey. This is the first time I'm writing something so important to me. Honestly, I want it to drive home that message I've talked about a thousand times and to encourage others to write that self indulgent fic or draw that self indulgent piece!

☆ Honestly it's not a fic but the headcanons I did for Clyde, I wish kicked off a little more! I feel like the Fandom doesn't do enough with Clyde! I love, love an older brother figure being an absolute dork to his sister!

☆ My happiest fic probably has to be Low Ratio! The fic that started all this madness! Just because I was like, "Man, there sure are a lot of angst involving Stan on AO3. What if he was just....happy?"

☆ I don't really have a sad one I think? Might need to change that...

☆ Most comedic? You know I laughed the most at Snowy Aspens and Lined With Ink

You guys really like Stan. Me too

Hey but thanks for sending this! It was a lot of fun to answer all that! If you got this far you should check out my boy @snomoscribbles! He's a fanfic writer himself and his shit is 😘🤌

#hey sorry for writing so much #one day I'll answer something and not GO OFF #but i have a lot of thoughts #and they buzz around too loudly #seriously though #that creek thing #has been eating at me for months #south park #sp fanfiction #reader insert #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #x reader #not a request #writers on Tumblr #fanfics #shhh its a secret #if you read these tags btw #you're tagged #answer these #do it #just talk about yourself #please! #i love shit like this dude

[jamietarttownsmyheart]

please i need colinjamie headcanons or prompts i’ve been deprived of them for too long

i am. so so sorry for how late this is. and how uncoordinated the rest of this will probably end up being, but, just, ima unleash random colinjamie thoughts on u and hope it makes sense lol and that you enjoy them, but since idk how long it'll end up ima put everything under the cut

random hcs

colinjamie have definitely watched the owl house at some point. maybe this is fresh in my head since the final episode just came out a few days ago, but i definitely see colinjamie watching the owl house together. two options:

maybe colin was chilling with his niece (i want colin to have a niece or a nephew so bad, he gives uncle vibes and also i want jamie to interact with the kid at some point too) and she was watching it and he got invested. and then jamie got invested via colin. OR. henry was visiting the stadium on spring break and mentioned the owl house to jamie, who was curious, watched and episode, and then got invested. flash forward to colinjamie fwb era and colin dropping by one day and finding jamie losing his shit over the episode hollow mind. jamie needs to lose his shit with someone and colin is the poor soul who came over for a hook up but ended up having to watch two seasons of a disney cartoon.

that being said, i also think that jamie, if he ever watched avatar the last airbender as a kid, only ever watched until mid season 2. life got more complicated and he was more concerned with playing well than "lazy" things like cartoons. he never got to zuko standing up to his dad. he'll get there someday, it's gonna be great

colinjamie have a unique sense of style that they somehow make work, it drives so many people mad

colin had a crush on lightning mcqueen when he was a kid. (11 years old? idk how old colin is, so im putting him at 28 in s3, making him 11 when cars came out) he thinks about this childhood crush and figures its pretty telling that he's got a speedy car and a cocky but talented boyfriend

jamie is dyslexic, and when he realized audiobooks existed, he was thrilled. still, his favorite way to experience books is to have colin read them out to him.

that being said, his favorite way to enjoy drake is to have colin rapping along

colin takes jamie along to theater performances, musicals, and the ballet.

jamie found the "whose the worm now" moment so hot. he can't let colin find out

random prompt

prompt #1

so this might be because i just re read the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, daisy jones and the six, and carrie soto is back, as well as binging all of the daisy jones and the six show, and have been listening to taylor swift all month, but i am craving something specific?

like, i am so here for an au with actor or pop star jamie (have y'all heard phil dunster's voice?) and richmond player colin hughes. its giving posh spice and david beckham.

just the different flavors of it all. if we have it in modern times, as in, the time ted lasso is set in the show, we can do so much. (we can also have a colin who is not actually a fan of his bf's music. it's not that he hates it, it's just not his style. jamie knows this, and writes songs about colin anyways. colin loves listening to these songs regardless of them not being his style.)

then of course there is the other option--i am so bad at timelines and math, so dont come for me when this is all wrong, but i, on my 7 husband of eh kick, was like omg?? give me hollywood star jamie tartt and football player colin hughes who are "roommates."

prompt #2

im a sucker for vampires and vampire hunters. i think it can go either way for them in terms of whose the vampire and whose the vampire hunters.

prompt #3

a canon divergence au where colinjamie were dating s1. jamie and keeley were dating prior to his loan to richmond and stayed friends after their breakup. he really did love her, but still hadn't learned to be accountable yet. keeley still comes around to the club bc she's jamie's best friend and wants to test the playing field with roy.

#colinjamie #jamie tartt x colin hughes #colin hughes #jamie tartt #answered asks #Hartt

[scorchedhearth]

19 WITH JOHNGUYHAL PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (john is getting a recognition ceremony on oa. he tries to blackmail guy and hal to break him out of there)

have i told u that u have the best ideas? thanks for the prompt i liked working on that one :]

shaking things up

“The hell’s going on with his face,” Guy groused, not bothering to keep his voice low. “Looks like a stroke.”

“Maybe he has something in his eyes.” Hal offered, but nothing more helpful than that came out of his mouth. Guy huffed, squinting at John’s figure a few feet over, standing by Kilowog’s side and talking with a few lanterns Guy didn’t know well but ones that must have worked closely with John given how familiar they were acting.

“Right, because we all know about Oan pollens and the magic shield the ring doesn’t give us.”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” Hal said, leaning their heads toward Guy to keep it quiet. “I have no idea-” Hal looked back toward John and closed their mouth so fast Guy heard teeth click.

“What?”

“It’s Morse code.”

“Come again?”

“John’s blinking in Morse code.”

“Uh.” Guy looked back, and surely enough, there he was, staring at them, blinking furiously. Must have meant something to the two boy scouts he associated with. “What’s he sayin’ then?”

“Hold on,” Hal raised a finger and Guy had half a mind to tell him off for shushing him like that. “Holy- SOS. He’s saying SOS.”

“Wog’s small talk ain’t that bad.” Guy snorted, watched as John did a sharp eyebrow raise at them, apparently getting impatient.

“You say that only because you were roommate with him for months.” Hal jabbed back, raising his ring up to call him or some other subtle trick. Guy’s got a better one.

“John!” He bellowed at the top of his lungs, several lanterns around him hissing and whining at the noise. He effortlessly caught John’s attention, which hadn’t strayed from them for the past ten minutes. “What’s goin’ on with your face?” He carried on with the same tone, Hal rolled their eyes but did not say anything so that was endorsement enough in his book.

He watched as John threw some very convincing ‘sorry’s at his audience before swiftly making his way to their spot, tucked at the back of the room.

“Thank you, guys,” he breathed as soon as he lands, his shoulders dropping several inches, the stiffness that laced his back gone in a pinch.

“Seriously, what’s going on with you,” Guy poked his finger on his cheek, right under his eyes, and John batted his hand away with a huff.

“SOS? Really, John?” Hal asked more reasonably.

“You have to get me out of here,” John said with urgency, and the tremolo in his voice was enough to get Guy’s heckle on. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what,” came Hal’s voice before Guy could say anything, and John huffed again.

“This,” he pointed around to the room they were standing in, one of Oan’s best, the decoration and markings on the wall, the crowd of lanterns present within and beyond the walls, the stage set up in the further corner. “The ceremony.”

“John.” Hal deadpanned, “The ceremony is for you.”

“I know,” John looked exasperated, like they were both thick for not getting it, which felt surreal to Guy. “But I can’t. I don’t deserve it.”

“The hell you don’t,” Guy growled. “Who told you that?”

“No one. But I don’t deserve a title, or a medal, I just did my job.” The stiffness was back into his stance, shoulders shrugged tight and that line crossing his forehead when he was thinking too much. “I don’t do it for titles, or applause, I do it because it’s the right thing to do and I have just as much merit as Pa'u and Eddore have. It doesn’t feel right.”

“You just did your- Come off it!” He threw his hands out, hitting Hal in the shoulder in the same breath.

“You lead a team that saved an entire world, John,” Hal said.

“It was a team effort,” he pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive move.

“You were the one to find a way to communicate with the planet through the yellow clouds.”

“Still.”

“You found out how to stop the vessel from crashing into the planet.”

“If it weren’t for Eddore’s expertise with this technology-”

“You engineered a way to stop the ship from blowing out the entire system,” Guy interjected.

“If it weren’t for you, we would have lost many of our lanterns and an entire world.”

“I know all that, but it doesn’t matter because it was only my job, and-”

“It’s not Xanshi.” Guy bit out, and John’s dark glare told him all he needed to know. He rarely got angry anymore, annoyed, yes plenty. Frustrated at times, too. He only got angry at himself nowadays. “We’ll leave, if that’s what you want,” he continued. “But you deserve the words you’ll be given today. You did good now, and that’s all that matters.”

“I just- It’s…” John trailed off, ran a hand over his face, dug his fingertips into the back of his head with a pained grunt. He refused to look at either of them.

“Yeah,” Hal said, and brushed his wrist with their knuckles. They stood in silence, John getting his rugged breathing under control, Hal stroking the back of his hand with two fingers and Guy keeping an eye out for stray ears.

He closed his eyes, just in time to catch the misty tears from falling. “I can deal with it, usually,” he said, and Guy snorted.

“Right, because this is a normal day with no connection to strong memories for you.”

“Shut up, Guy,” Hal said on a sigh, but it did make John laugh, a small shake of his shoulder and a sharper breath out of his nose so Guy took it as a win.

“You’ll stay near,” he asked, his gaze searching both Hal and Guy’s. He looked marginally less shaky than minutes ago, but Guy knew he’d put a brave face on once he’d be called, which seemed to be soon given Wog had started moving toward the stage.

“Of course,” Hal answered first, followed by Guy’s “You bet.”

John nodded once, straightened his back and took off as graciously as he always did. Guy watched him fly away, leaned his shoulder on Hal’s who grew quiet. They’d all made it, and they would continue to do so. He would make sure of it.

#it started as a fun one but u know how it goes #*myfic #dc #green^3 #john stewart #guy gardner #hal jordan

[takerfoxx]

Well, I just got some interesting news that I can't really discuss my real feelings with in real life, so I guess it's time for some really bitter trauma dumping.

So, um, I don't know how many of you remember, but there was a little incident a few years back where, after living with my cousin and his girlfriend for about three years, they asked me to move out so they could have more "privacy as a couple," which basically meant tht they were having issues again and thought that having me leave might help make things easier on them, despite them being the ones who had reached to me to ask me to move in with them. Due to a number of other factors, not the least being that this was the third time my roommates had done something similar and the second time of it being due to a couple doing what they felt was best for them and leaving me holding the bag, this caused me to have something of a mental health collapse, and I've been struggling with anxiety and, as I just figured out, depression ever since! And yeah, there were a lot of other things happening that contributed to that,

But here's the thing: the first couple to do that, who were my best friends, ended up divorcing a couple years later. And apparently, it got ugly.

And as I recently found out, my cousin and his girlfriend ended up breaking up just the other week, and from all accounts, it was volatile.

So you can imagine that I have a lot to process. Like, what the hell am I even supposed to feel? On the one hand, I feel awful for my cousin, since I know he cared a lot about her. On the other, I've been mad at him for two years now because of everything that's happened (basically, a few weeks before he asked me to leave, I had talked to him about them having treated me like more of a guest than a resident for a while now, and he reassured me that it wasn't the case, that he did want me to feel like that was my home, and that it wasn't, and I quote, me versus the couple, only for him to drop this on me a very short time after), so there's that. And it also means that I went through that whole hellish experience, had to throw away seven years of my life, and have it all be for nothing. But at the same time, it also weirdly feels like there's this weight taken off my shoulders? Like, something inside me that got turned off when everything went down has suddenly turned back on again? Which sounds awful, but it is something that I've noticed.

I don't know. It's a mess. But mainly what I've come away with from all of this is that my whole life seems to have been spent getting caught up in other people's relationships, from my parents to my siblings to my friends to other members of my family, getting stuck in their drama, sometimes literally getting sacrificed by the couple in hopes of salvaging things, only for it all to end badly anyway. And every time I've been expected to just take it.

You know, these last few months I've been reconsidering how I feel about being aromantic, as the downside is that I've spent so much time being the third wheel and always ended up as the one left behind, but in light of all this? Fuck it. I'm so glad I'm aromantic. This shit isn't worth it.

Anyway, sorry about the angry venting. I just needed to get it out of my system.