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#so i had a meeting today w mentor

cutecatlov3r · 9 months

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my character ai bots:

jjk:

gojo satoru:

his eyes r funny looking- now, you were laughing your ass off due to the fact that he took off his blindfold during a mission with a curse. you couldn’t help but laugh because he looked so stupidly serious.

wardrobe malfunction- as you walked out he stifled a laugh. “what the hell are ya wearin’?”

he’s annoying- he is so annoying. even in highschool he was unbearable to be around. you hated his annoying ass. but he loved being around you.

vampire au- “oh? the little princess is out of her kingdom? wanted to see me huh?” he teased, looking at her as she hangs upside down.

can’t get enough of him- you and gojo have been on and off since highschool. it’s like everytime you both break up you both just can’t get enough of each other…

your affair- even if you were married he still didn’t care. his feelings for you are deep. he loves you. no matter how many times you tell him you have to stop the little affair going on between you two, he simply doesn’t care

geto suguru:

dad’s best friend- “gonna be quiet like a good girl? or show your dad that you’re just a very bad girl?” he whispered in your ear. his voice deep and quiet, sending chills down your spine.

nanami kento:

healing ur daddy issues- “how’s my baby girl doing today hm?” he pat his lap, gently. “come here, sit.”

yu haibara:

he’s gone- “i’ll be back! don’t miss me too much!” he cheekily smiled. that damn smile… that would be the last time you’d ever see it again.

he’s sick- he coughs and pouts as he lays in his dorm room bed. he was squirming around, sweating and throwing his covers off him. he was currently sick, he was missing a mission that he wanted to go on so badly

he admires you- you disliked him because he followed you around like a lost puppy… he admired you, an upperclassman.

yuji itadori:

he’s delulu- meeting Itadori you didn’t expect him to be so clingy and so sweet to you. little did you know he has a huge crush on you, he is a bit obsessive but he doesn’t let you know that.

your parents hate him- the thing about him is that he is sometimes a bit dumb? he just doesn’t seem like a professional person so when your parents met him, they didn’t like him at all. but that never stopped you from loving him or the other way around

dorky best friend- currently though the two of you were on a mission, sharing a hotel room. he was in a white robe, swirling a glass of wine being dramatic. it was his first time wearing a robe and he wanted to be fancy, be in the moment like a dork.

shibuya arc- “im nothing but a murderer! i can’t forgive myself!” he cried. you stood there looking down at him. sukuna only took over his body for a minute and a lot things happened.

best boyfriend- currently, he was resting between your thighs as you both watch a movie, he used his arms to squish himself against his face some more. “i wouldn’t mind dying from suffocation if it’s with these”

gossiping w him- “HUH?! i need to hear about this, spill everything.” he said in a dramatic tone, joking.

captain of the football team-“hey, you comin’ to my game tonight? last one of the season, I need my lucky charm there to cheer for me.” he giggled, turning you around to face him, your back pressed against your locker.

older brother’s best friend- you were drunk off your ass at some party. yuji spotted you and immediately got on his feet to help you as you stumbled around. “are you okay? megumi is gonna kill you… I’ll get you home”

your his mentor- haibara and yuji had so many similarities. it hurt you to just look at yuji’s smile, being reminded of haibara who died back in your teenage years

he’s in love w you but you already have a boyfriend- yuji is no homewrecker but… currently you’ve stumbled on top of him while training him… he can’t help but think about how Yuta doesn’t deserve you. how Yuta is connected to the woman you used to be.

megumi fushiguro:

step brother- “tch. what the hell are you looking at?” he asked, scaring a guy that had his eyes on you.

yuta okkotsu:

he chose geto’s side- the day he met Geto he was nervous. Geto explained why he wants to kill everyone who isn’t a sorcerer. at the time he declined the offer to join him but later on he rethought his decision. he thought about his past. he left with Geto.

he likes when you hurt him- the two of you brawled for a bit, ending up with your knee on his back, pinning him down. one hand gripping his hair, the other hand pinning down his hand.

your a fan- gojo-sensei took you with him to greet the sorcerer that you’ve heard so much about. he was coming back from training abroad in Africa. you were excited.

helping the newbie- “hey not to be rude but do you not like me…? i feel the tension between us…” he mumbled, frowning slightly.

your other half- right now you both were walking together. he had something important to tell you, he was gonna be training in Africa in a few weeks. gojo-sensei told him he should tell you but he’s just been nervous

inumaki toge:

hajime kashimo:

noritoshi kamo:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

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evansonlylove · 15 days

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he hurt me but it felt like true love

-Kai anderson x fem reader

CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.

summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.

You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.

He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.

Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.

Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.

“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.

“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”

You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin

“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.

“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.

“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”

“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”

“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.

“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.

“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.

“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.

You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.

“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”

“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.

“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.

“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.

“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.

“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”

“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.

“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.

“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”

He hurt you and it felt like true love.

I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: been heavily thinking about Manager! Nanami. again, y’all know, not proof read. so some hcs, mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. first time writing for him 😵‍💫. yes most ppl, think he’s confident, and all that, i beg to differ. he seriously seems like he’d try not so hard to be obvious especially when he tries to court you.i hope it’s okay.}

🌷manager! nanami, who never even paid much attention while you joined the team as the new intern. since he hates his corporate job so much, would he even pay attention?.

🌷manager! nanami who later that week, finds himself staring as your hips sway in a tight skirt, as you walk in front of him, heading to a meeting. he quickly composes himself, to maintain professionalism and ethics. as the meeting gets started, 40 minutes into, you had to present something. suddenly, his focus is completely on you, he tries to tone it down a bit? in order you don’t feel self conscious about yourself. he’s completely zoning out, the only thing he knows is that you’re infront of him. not a single word you’re saying or what’s going on in that point of time you were presenting, registered to him.

🌷manager! nanami who as the meeting comes to an end, he tries to take his time, collecting his papers, files, so he can walk back with you to the department.

🌷manager! nanami who can’t help thinking of all kinds of scenarios, especially ones where you and him, get into empty conference room to sneak in hugs and kisses or maybe more… if you’re down.. later..

🌷manager! nanami who calls you into his cabin, just so he can try to talk to, have a small talk, get closer and preferably wants to get to know you after work, personally. he terribly fails since he can’t gather his courage to talk to you properly w/o feeling like a creep or making awkward

🌷manager! nanami who as soon as he gets to know there’s a business trip, picks you as his partner to go with, in the name of “teaching/mentoring” only to court and know you better.

🌷manager nanami who loves when you and him get on a crowded elevator bc he gets to be so so so close to him, his chest pressing against yours “I’m sorry, it’s a bit too crowded today” he genuinely apologizes but he can’t help like it all too much.

🌷manager! nanami whose eyes are on the buttons of your shirt on your bust, imagining how it’s underneath, but he snaps back to his senses, his eyes looking into yours again, as you speak.

🌷manager! nanami who can’t help stare at your lips, as you speak, wanting to know how it’d feel against his, how you’d taste and most of all how pretty it’d be around his….

🌷manager! nanami who thought his life was too dull, too boring, with your sudden appearance it’s all more vibrant and beautiful. he finds himself thinking like a teenager, trying every way to get close to you w/o making it obvious

🌷manager! nanami who compliments you when you do your work well or when you present well, which causes the rest of the department to gossip a little “maybe he likes you, y/n”, you wave your hand and laugh it off.

🌷manager! nanami who does in fact pay special attention to you, offering you rides home, randomly buying you snacks. “i thought you’d like this”

🌷manager! nanami who looks forward everyday to get to work, bc he gets to see you.

🌷manager! nanami who tries to brush shoulders each time you walk beside him.

🌷manager! nanami who pathetically tries to hide it all, without knowing how obvious he’s being.

🌷manager! nanami who is head over hells for you.

🌷manager! nanami who fell in love for the first time, with you.

(any sort of interaction is very much appreciated! :) )

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hayffiebird · 4 months

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How do you think Effie and haymitch met?

Hi anon! And thanks for asking! (mini-oneshot, under the cut) I always imagined Effie being Haymitch’s second escort when she was a young woman and he was a sorta young man. On the train to Twelve, new on the job, she’s very “first day of school! First day of school!” and eager to make a difference sort of like Sejanus Plinth. She’s ambitious and driven and also naive enough to think “with me on board we will have victors left and right!” Before the Reaping she decides on her own to visit the Victor’s Village and introduce herself personally to her now co-worker. She’s quite star-struck I think, on the way over there - what with the romanticized image the Capitol has of him. Obviously she doesn’t know the truth about Haymitch’s murdered family. No one really does in her city. She’s also super impressed that he won The Second Quarter Quell - one of the most difficult Games in Panem's history, and without a mentor at that! She’s probably a little smitten too (or at least she was as a young girl). Taken by those dark curls and intense gray eyes in a sort of “toughened by life but love will set him free” kind of way. But when she actually finally meet Mr. Haymitch Abernathy he effectively smashes all the illusions Effie ever had of him in less than five minutes. She goes from dazzled to disbelieving to annoyed and they end up having the first of many arguments. I imagine it went something like this:

Standing there in the middle of the kitchen Effie felt the mentor’s eyes travel up and down her body. He held a bottle of spirits in one hand, elbows on the unbelievably filthy table. And in the other, a knife - an actual KNIFE! “Who sent you?” he finally asked. “It ain’t m’birthday.” The shadow of a crease re-appeared between Effie’s eyebrows but then the smile was right back on. “Mr. Abernathy!” She stepped forward and extended a hand. “Euphemia. Euphemia Trinket, the new escort. My friends call me Effie. You can call me Effie if you want. Delighted to make your acquaintance and might I just add what an honor it is to finally meet. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m sure we’re going to make the most fabulous of teams!” Haymitch ignored the outstretched hand. Instead he brought the bottle to his lips, having a few good mouthfuls. “What happened to Dandruff?" he asked in a bored voice. "Ol’ bat finally bit the dust?" “Mrs Dandridge decided to retire. I’m here in her place. Arrived just a few days ago, and my, am I already in LOVE with your … your … quaint district.” “I know right,” he mimicked her voice, dripping with sarcasm. He poured a good amount of the clear liquid into a cracked glass full of sticky fingerprints and extended it to her. “Well, this calls for a toast, don't ya think? Bottom’s up, lil’ lady." “Um, tempting but no thank you,” she said. “I don’t make it a habit of drinking when I'm at work. Especially not this early. Got to keep a level head," she thrilled. "A big big big day today!” Haymitch tsked, eyes on the ceiling. "I'd say." And he downed the drink for her. “Guess this is my lucky day, huh? They finally got rid of ol’ Ice Crotch and now a squeaky lil’ duckling fresh out of the egg’s gonna help me out.” “W-wha … excuse me? Duckling? Squeaky?! I think you’ll find me more than qualified for the job. I graduated from the Academy at the top of my class!” “Yeah, takes a lot o’ brains to send kids off for slaughter.” Effie stared at him. “B-being chosen to participate in The Hunger Games - the biggest event of the year, is a great honor and …” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he snarled. “Save it for the cameras, why don’t ya?” At a loss for words Effie watched the man finish his bottle, down to the last drop, only to reach for the next. “The Reaping is in an hour,” she said. “So?" “So maybe you ought to slow down? And I trust it you’ll freshen up before then? Take a shower and find an outfit that’s a little more, um, suitable for the … special occasion.” “Meh,” Haymitch shrugged. “Haven’t decided if I’m gonna go.” “You have to go!” The words burst from her lips before she could stop them. “You’re expected! I’ll look like a fool!” In reply, Haymitch snapped the seal on the bottle. With one expert twist. “Don’t need me for something you already accomplished, sweetheart.” He tipped the liquor into his mouth. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

#anon ask reply #hayffie #some headcanons and a lil' ficlet #haymitch x effie #the hunger games renaissance

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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mitosis // peter parker

pairing: peter parker x stark! reader

summary: you and peter have a bio project on asexual reproduction; specifically, mitosis. the avengers believe there is a different type of reproduction going on, and hint hint, it is not asexual.

warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, tony stark is a FOOL, the avengers are horrible meddling matchmakers, swearing, mentions of sex but no smut, poor bruce just wants to help

w/c: 10.4k (i'm so sorry i got carried away)

“this might be a bad time to ask, but what… is… that?” you slapped your hand next to a diagram of a cell splitting itself into pieces, like some fucked up version of a minecraft slime that existed in your body—no, was your body.

peter sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes, but you could tell he wasn’t actually upset. his lips were pursed and the corners of his mouth curved downwards, which was a telltale sign that he was holding back a laugh.

“you do realize that this project is due in a week, right?” peter, who had been lying on his stomach while studying, pushed himself off the ground to meet your eye level. he scooched a bit closer to you, pushing the textbook out from between you so he could get close enough for his knees to touch yours.

“duh, i totally knew that. it’s on my calendar and everything.” you and peter both looked up at the captain-america-holding-puppies themed calendar on your wall; peter raised his eyebrows, amused, when he saw that the entire month was blank.

“i mean my digital calendar. who even uses physical calendars anymore? that’s so stupid. i only bought it to support the puppies. not because steve looks really g- not because i wanted to use it, or anything. besides, it’s good decor.”

peter didn’t try to hold back his laughter this time. he pressed his hands to your cheeks, shaking your head. “you’re so dumb, you know that right?” you grinned, except not really, because your face was being squished.

“no! your fashe is shtupid!” you swatted at his hands, scrambling for the discarded textbook and holding it up in front of your face to shield yourself from his attack.

peter chuckled breathlessly, guiding the textbook down from between the two of your faces until it brushed against both of your legs, which hadn’t stopped touching. peter caught his breath and his playful expression from a minute ago softened into a look of adoration. you smiled faintly at him, eyes darting between his. sure, the two of you were friends. best friends, maybe—but you had always thought that was unfair to MJ and ned—but you weren’t the type of friends to hold each other’s faces (even if it was just a joke) or sit so close to each other (even if it was just for the convenience of sharing a textbook) or get lost in each others’ eyes (even if that’s what you were doing right now).

you heard your father’s sing-song voice as his muffled footsteps (he was probably wearing his new iron man slippers) approached your door. “oh stark spawnnn… my favorite child…”

the trance that you and peter were in broke immediately. you smiled sheepishly and pushed yourself off the ground to go see why your father was calling you. you only took a few steps before the door flew open to reveal an energetic tony stark.

“how many red bulls have you had today?” you sighed, having given up on trying to reduce your father’s energy drink dependency long ago.

“uh, five.” he checked his watch. “it’s only 11 though!” he shrugged his shoulders. “anyways, i need you to- oh hi spiderboy.” tony looked past your shoulder to see a pink-faced peter sitting awkwardly next to an open biology textbook and two backpacks. peter raised his hand in greeting, not wanting to push it by using words considering he was already in the daughter of his mentor’s room.

“you needed?” you prompted, stealing a glance at peter at the same time your father did. you were antsy, wanting to get back to doing whatever it was that you had been doing with peter as soon as possible.

“right. you know you’re my favorite kid, right? remember how i took you to mexico last month and let you buy as much street food as you wanted? you’re a really good, smart, cool kid, you know? i-”

“alright, spit it out. and don’t even get me started on mexico—that was because you had a mission. so,” you sighed, unable to stay mad at him after seeing the guilt creeping on your dad’s face. if tony stark was showing any emotion other than narcissism, something must’ve been seriously wrong. “what did you do?”

“okay, so i might have gotten into an argument with cap…” you looked at him suspiciously. that was a pretty normal occurrence. “…aaand i may have called him ageriatriccosplayerinspandex…. uh… wholookslikehecouldbeinasexyfirefightercalendar… but that he was sopurethathewouldprobablycombustjustlookingatthecostumes.”

“dad. i- i have no clue what you just said and i don’t really want to, considering the only words i could make out were ‘geriatric, spandex, sexy firefighter, combust’ and that doesn’t sound very promising.” tony looked down at the floor in shame.

“so you came to me to help you to help steve to forgive you? aren’t you like, the adult here?” tony pushed his glasses up his nose, eyebrows furrowed.

“i, uh, can’t. because he’s locked himself into his room and the last time i saw him he was probably as red as my suit. and you know he’ll listen to you over me!” tony whined, pulling at his hair, distressed.

“okay, okay. yeah, i’ve got it. now can you go and eat something? all that redbull’s gonna kill you if you don’t have carbs to soak it up. or at least i think that’s how nutrition works. i don’t know. when you and steve finish filming your firefighter porno, you can ask him about it. after all, he’s a supersoldier.” you grabbed your father’s arms to turn him around, then dug your palms into his back to push him out the door. “goodbye favorite father!”

“i’m your only father!” you heard tony yell back at you as your door slammed shut.

“jeez, i’m so sorry about that peter.” you threw yourself onto your bed with a couple of bounces from the impact. peter laughed, coming up to meet you on the plush comforter. he grabbed a pillow and laid it under your head, which you raised gratefully so that he could slide it underneath you. as he fluffed the pillow, peter’s hand slipped behind your neck to pull your hair out from beneath you and ran his fingers through it absentmindedly as he splayed it out like sunbeams around your head. you hummed contentedly.

“so, steve’s a sexy firefighter, huh?” peter mused, his calloused fingers brushing gently at your hairline, pulling stray strands and baby hairs out of your eyes.

“i could see that,” you grinned. “he’s got the body to be a calendar model, for sure. i mean, he’s already got a puppy calendar. i wouldn’t be opposed to 12 different pictures of shirtless steve in my room.”

peter was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat. “your dad said something about steve listening to you?” he wasn’t jealous or anything, just curious about your relationship with him. i mean, steve was pretty nice. and chivalrous. and adored. and really, really, really ripped-

“oh yeah, he did say that. steve and i are kind of similar, you know? we’re just surrounded by tech geniuses and STEM minds,” you raised your hand to tap his nose, and missed, poking him in the lips, “like you. and it gets a little isolating sometimes, not being able to do that kind of stuff. steve’s a really talented artist, you know? but he doesn’t really show anyone his work because he feels like it’s not as important as what everyone else does. and, well, it’s not like i inherited my dad’s genes or anything.” your eyes were fixed on the ceiling. “sometimes i wonder if being tony stark’s kid is worth it, you know? maybe if i had been adopted by a normal family, i wouldn’t feel so inadequate all the time, surrounded by fucking superheros…” you trailed off, losing yourself to your own thoughts.

“do you really feel like that?” peter’s voice was laced with concern. he crawled over to you with as much grace as one could have when crawling around on a bed—which is to say, none—so he could look you in the eyes. you smiled at the bed creaking and sinking under his shifting weight, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“is that really what you think of yourself?” peter had propped himself up with his forearm stretched your body, his other arm pressed into the space beside your head so that his face was floating just a foot above yours. you turned your head to the side, not wanting to get into all of your deepest darkest insecurities when you had originally planned on working on your biology project. you were not emotionally prepared for this.

“uh, i should probably check on steve. my dad is probably gonna keep interrupting us to beg if i don’t play peacemaker, like, right now. and interruptions would be really bad for, uh, our productivity.

‘cuz we have to work on that project about miosum. miolsis. mitosis.” you slipped out from beneath peter’s body, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you lingered by the door.

“yeah, um, yeah. you’re right.” peter shook his head rapidly, trying to gain control of his thoughts and slow his racing heart. “yeah. and you were right, it’s mitosis. MJ and ned are doing miosis.”

he could tell that those words made no sense to you; that blank stare did not escape his watchful eye. “go see steve. i’m sure that… he needs you. he probably needs someone close right now, or something.” peter laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. stupid peter! stupid, stupid peter! why are you encouraging her to leave?

“yeah, that’s a good idea,” your hand was on the doorknob, but you made no indication of wanting to leave. “yeah, he’s really important to me, and i wouldn’t want to see him upset. so i should probably be a good-” you coughed, “friend. a good friend to him.” why did you do that? friend? why friend? friends plural? what about friends? why about friends? what does that even mean? with one last glance over your shoulder, you ripped open the door and slammed it behind you, fast-paced steps echoing in the hallway as you practically sprinted away from your room, and from peter.

as soon as he heard your footsteps recede, peter flopped onto your bed much as you had done just a few minutes ago. he groaned, flinging his arm over his forehead with dejection. why was he always screwing things up? he had been so close to you, twice, and both times he had managed to break the tension before it could go anywhere. well, the first time was tony’s fault. but the second time was all on him—he had upset you to the point where you literally ran away from him into the arms of the person he was jealous of.

the door flew open again. what now? why is there no privacy around here?

“i thought i heard something!” sam and bucky stood in the doorway, the former leaning against the frame with a smirk and the latter behind him with his arm crossed and his permanent grimace affixed to his face.

“h-hey! uh, what are you guys doing here?” peter stuttered, pushing himself off the bed and standing with his arms pressed flat against his sides, eyes darting around the room as if he had just hidden a corpse under the bed.

“i could ask the same,” sam probed, easily seeing through peter’s poor attempt at nonchalance. “stark’s kid, huh?” sam nodded, looking peter up and down appraisingly. he elbowed bucky, who had not been paying attention whatsoever, and the two of them whispered to each other furiously before turning back to peter, who was extremely confused and a bit uncomfortable.

“uh, yeah. we were just-” peter’s arms peeled off from their aggressively straightened position as he tried to conjure up an explanation as to why he was in your room, in your bed, without making it seem like he was a perv digging around your personal belongings.

“so, where’s your other half? hiding under the bed? in the closet, maybe? no need to be embarrassed kids, we all saw it coming.”

“what are you even talking about- there’s nobody- what?” peter gulped, watching as bucky shoved sam to the side, striding menacingly towards him. oh shit. were they going to kill him because they thought he was a stalker, or something? wait, what if bucky thinks i’m trying to steal steve’s girl? oh god, this is it. this is the end. bucky’s metal hand wrapped around peter’s tense shoulder. peter shut his eyes, preparing for the worst. instead, bucky’s flesh hand ruffled peter’s hair; and to peter’s shock, the grumpy supersoldier’s face was bearing the faintest hint of amusement.

“you two stay safe, alright?” bucky extended his hands, much to peter’s further confusion. a box of extra large condoms with a stick-on bow landed in bucky’s hands. he promptly handed the gift to peter.

peter’s eyes flickered from the festive condom box to sam, who was mimicking a basketball shoot, to bucky, who was trying his best to paste his frown back on, but clearly struggling as he took in peter’s bewilderment and sam’s ridiculousness.

“right, we’re done here! and you can come out from under the bed, we don’t care.” sam yelled back to peter as he dragged bucky away, muttering something that sounded like “horny teenagers…”

obviously, there was nobody under the bed. you were probably busy consoling steve in his bed. not that peter was thinking about you being in beds, of course. i mean, sure, he was, but in a purely innocent way. like, you were sitting on a frame you got from IKEA. super pure and stuff.

peter blinked a few times, swaying dazedly in place before resigning himself to brainstorming project ideas. he probably should’ve been mad that his project partner didn’t even know what mitosis was—the topic they had been studying for two weeks now—but he knew he could never be upset with you. instead, he pulled out his laptop and started taking notes for you. he had the material down, but after hearing how you’d felt inadequate around science and technology-oriented people, he’d be damned if he made you feel like you didn’t understand the material. (even if you didn’t.)

peter was so swept up in his work that he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of you hissing at natasha as she laughed. it wasn’t like he wanted to listen in on your conversation or that he was a creep—he couldn’t help it! he had superhuman hearing, after all.

“—sleeping with him! i knew something was going on.” natasha wasn’t even trying to be quiet, and even with his hands over his ears, he could hear every word. he cursed his unnatural hearing

abilities. sleeping with someone? who were you sleeping with? why didn’t he know about this? peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to know anyway.

“i am not sleeping with him, you creep! since when did you become a conspiracy theorist?” peter heard natasha’s amused snort.

“riiight. so you just so happen to smell like cologne and you have bedhead in the middle of the afternoon when you and i both know you were up at 7:30 today?”

you groaned. your voice was pretty close to the door now, and peter nearly slammed his head down into the textbook so it wouldn’t look like he’d been intentionally eavesdropping.

“goodbye, natasha.” the door swung open to reveal a disgruntled figure who indeed had bedhead. shit. you were sleeping with steve. and he had basically encouraged you to. peter had never wanted to get punched in the face more.

“hey,” you sighed, collapsing dramatically next to peter’s side. his back was hunched over in concentration, but as your body brushed against his arm, he stiffened. you looked concerned. “everything good?”

peter thought he was going to be sick.

“yeah! yep, i’m totally good. really great, actually, because i just remembered that may said we were getting thai tonight! so i should probably get back earlier.” he forced out an unconvincing laugh. “uh, i took notes for you. i’ll just share the document when i get home, or something. okay! bye! see you tomorrow! i’m super excited to work on our project!” peter rambled as he shoved everything into his backpack, zipping it up with unnatural speed and running out of your room without so much as a look backwards.

sunday morning was rainy and humid. peter steeled himself before knocking on your bedroom door, squeezing out the last of the water in his floppy hair.

“pete!” you squealed, happy to see him. after his abrupt leave yesterday, you thought you might’ve done something wrong and spent the night restlessly wracking your brain for anything that could’ve upset him. you never ended up figuring it out; your brain only stopped it’s churning after the first glimmers of sunrise peaked through your window.

you threw yourself into peter’s chest, knocking the air out of him. after a second or two, peter wrapped his arms around yours and rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly, making sure it didn’t slip down further than would be platonically acceptable. your arms clung around his waist possessively, clinging onto him as if he was going to run away again.

“you’re gonna get all wet if you keep hugging me like this,” peter chided, craning his neck to rest his chin on the crown of your head. you were a bit too short for it to be a comfortable position, and the two of you had always laughed about it, but the truth was peter enjoyed the closeness of it. he felt your warm breath against his damp shirt as you mumbled something with your face pressed into his body. it tickled.

“hm? what was that?” just like yesterday afternoon, he stroked the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. you sighed, melting into his embrace even more.

“i said your chest is too hard. i feel like i’ve given myself a concussion.” you scoffed. “you’d make the worst pillow ever. absolutely horrible at cuddling,” you mumbled, pressing your face back into his chest and inhaling deeply, “and you’re like the worst hugger.”

peter laughed and you could feel his body vibrating around you. you unwravelled yourself from him but kept your hands on his biceps so you could pull back steadily. you looked him up and down and frowned when you saw his sneakers, which had left squeaky puddles of water outside your room.

“ew, look at the mud.” you poked his shoe with your fluffy-sock covered toe. “c’mon, i’ll find something for you to wear.” you pulled peter inside, your eyes fixated on your dresser with such determination that you missed the dopey smile on peter’s face as he trailed behind you, kicking the door shut once you were both in.

“take off your sneakers, they’re nasty.” you tossed a pair of bundled socks at peter with your back still turned as you dug through messy heaps of clothing. it hit his arm with a soft bump and another as it fell to the floor. you swung your head around, watching as he bent down to pick up the socks, already knowing what you were about to say it.

“i’m not even going to say anything.” you smirked. “i’ll save the peter tingle jokes to may.”

he pursed his lips together to try and suppress the grin that threatened to spread across his face as he sat on the edge of your bed and started untying his shoes. i have to control myself around her. she’s already taken—i think—and it would be so unfair for her to find out that i like her too. i can’t put her in that position. just act natural, peter. no pining.

“uh, all your shirts are in the wash.” you cracked your neck. “great. the minute i decided to wear them is when you need them the most.”

“you wear my clothes?” peter croaked, trying to fan away the image of you in one of those stupid science pun t-shirts he’d worn so often that they had softened from their original stiff, boxy, cheap structure into something comfortable enough for you to wear, apparently.

“yeah, sometimes. to bed, and whatever, you know?” you fiddled with a bundle of fabric in your hands bashfully.

why are we always talking about beds.

you cleared your throat. “anyways! i found this. if it doesn’t fit, i’m sure i can scrounge for something else.” this time, he caught the shirt when you tossed it over to him. crossing his arms, he pulled off his damp shirt in one sweep, much to your horror.

jesus holy shit fucking christ. no wonder his chest is so hard. oh god, i said that out loud to him, didn’t i? that’s so embarrassing, oh my god. why am i like this? i’m staring. it’s not just embarrassing anymore, it’s creepy. but look at him! the rainwater makes his abs look like they’re-

your ogling was interrupted by the sight of the new, dry shirt covering up his bare skin. you shakily met his eyes, praying he hadn’t noticed. of course he fucking noticed. peter pushed the curls from his forehead to reveal the shit-eating grin pasted across his stupid, perfect face.

“uh, i’m glad it fits!” you squeaked, spinning around as quickly as you could. you busied yourself with digging around for more clothes as you heard peter’s chuckle approaching you. he wrapped his arms around you once more as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“oh, you’re wet!” peter unstuck his shirt from your damp one. you spun around, ears burning and eyes wide open. “oh my god! sorry, not like that! no, i mean,” he gestured wildly to your torso, “your shirt! you hugged me and now you’re w- damp.” he forced himself to make eye contact with you and not linger his gaze too long on your thin, semi-translucent top.

you spun around again to face your dresser, letting out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding before resuming to your digging. you held up a shirt proudly. “hey! i found another one of your shirts.” you held it up triumphantly. “i didn’t even know this one was here.”

peter examined it. “i haven’t seen this thing in ages. i can’t believe it was you that’s been stripping my closet barren. i thought they just kept getting lost in the wash.”

stripping. that doesn’t mean anything. this is peter. peter is not a stripper. you would not strip for peter. or strip peter.

the two of you laughed awkwardly before you began to take your shirt off too. peter didn’t find it so funny now. “ah- are you going to ch-change here? should i- um- do you want me to leave? i’m so sorry ididntmeantolook i-”

you couldn’t see the bright red flush blooming on peter’s cheeks, as you were currently stuck in your shirt.

“shit. um, peter?” you wriggled around, trying to free yourself.

“y-yeah?”

“i’m stuck.”

“you’re… stuck?” peter turned around to see you half-shirtless, your hands held over your head as you tried to pull the damp shirt off your head unsuccessfully. he prayed that you wouldn’t ask him for help, because he thought if he had to look at you a minute longer, he’d do something incredibly stupid.

“yeah. the shirt was tight to begin with and then the water made it stick and i must’ve- anyways, uh, can you help me?”

peter gulped. “are you sure?”

“please,” you begged. “this is so embarrassing already, please just help me get out of this. it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bathing suit before and it’s like the same thing, right?”

yeah, it is the same thing, peter thought. and that’s the problem. seeing you in a bathing suit and seeing you now make me the same amount of nervous.

peter’s fingers tentatively brushed your ribcage and you shivered.

“i think it’s because my elbow is stuck in one of the sleeves.” you muttered from inside the shirt. “jeez, you’d think for a designer company, the clothing would be a bit more practical. i’m never letting dad buy me clothes ever again.”

peter gave your top a bit of a tug and you giggled in surprise as his fingers dragged up your chest, tickling your bare skin. he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips at the sight of you. you grinned once your head was free, and peter tossed the shirt behind him as he bore his eyes into yours, refusing to give in to his instinct to look down. the two of you stood like that for a while, your chest heaving as you caught your breath and peter’s heart pounding as he caught the movement from his peripheral.

“the fuck?” scott lang stood by the door, frozen in shock as his grip on his chocolate croissant loosened. the pastry fell to the ground with a sad thwap. “wow. i didn’t think i’d been gone for that long. it’s like all the interesting things happen when i’m away.” scott grumbled, scraping the chocolate off the floor.

“alright, i’ll leave the two of you to it. and next time, lock the door, goddamnit!” scott shook his head as he shut the door—properly this time—and walked away mourning the loss of his snack.

“i’m sorry, i must not’ve closed the door properly-” peter stuttered as you panicked. “i’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing i can’t believe everybody’s just seen me topless-” you rambled, pacing the room until you shivered.

“shit! i’m still not wearing a shirt!” you grabbed peter’s shirt—the one you had just been looking at—and slid it over your head in record speed.

peter barked a fake laugh. “that’s so funny!” he said, dead serious. “everyone’s… seen you shirtless? ha, ha, ha!” what the fuck.

“no, no that’s not it!” you fretted, taking his hands in yours. “no! i meant you and scott. and tony, obviously. and like, bruce. and wanda and natasha because we go shopping all the time, you know? not steve, though. i think he’d pass away on the spot.”

“oh! that’s… nice!” peter choked. so me and scott and tony. that makes sense. and bruce, maybe he was doing some medical thing? well, at least steve wasn’t on that list.

“...i realize now how weird that must’ve sounded.” you gulped. “i swear, i’m not stripping for the entire team. it- it makes more sense in context. i swear.” you rubbed his arm comfortingly, praying that he wouldn’t think the way you treated him was the same way you treated everyone else. no, the way you treated peter was very much different. maybe it was stupid to expect someone to be able to read your mind through your behaviors (well, not in wanda’s case), but you were terrified to cross any sort of boundary with peter, much less tell him how you’d been feeling lately, so you’d stick to, well, whatever this was.

“we should probably work on our project,” you commented.

“that’s a good idea.”

you hummed in agreement. “mitosis, right?”

“yep. cell division. did you get my notes?”

“yes,” you were unnervingly still as you stood by peter’s side, refusing to meet his eye. all of a sudden, you felt him take a sharp breath and fall into a seated position on the ground, tapping a spot next to him. the two of you rummaged around for your textbooks and notes, getting to work on a project that the subject matter of which you had no clue.

the downside of peter’s freaky spider powers was his insane metabolism, and it probably didn’t help that he was a growing teenage boy. peter’s stomach was growling loudly after a few hours, and he’d insisted he was fine. after the third dull roar, you jumped up.

“alright, you masochist. you’re not starving to death on my watch. you stay here and do the work because that’s what you’ve been doing the whole time and i’ll go make us something to eat.” he smiled as you left, watching you leave, clad with his shirt.

“you guys done?” scott pulled up beside you, cracking his knuckles.

“holy shit!” you screeched, not expecting the presence of the man who had not only snuck up on you but had also just seen you half-naked.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you. are you kids hungry? i always get tired. it’s a lot of physical exertion.” he winked, poking around the cabinets with carelessly loud clatters.

“we’re probably gonna need another few days to finish,” you spoke absentmindedly, standing in front of the fridge as you investigated for anything with potential. “it’s turning out to be harder than i thought.”

“jesus, kid, you two are freaky! i never knew peter had it in him to- or should i say-”

“please do not finish that.” natasha swung herself over the countertop and settled into a relaxed slouch, her quiet entrance startling both of you.

“why are all of you so damn quiet?” you rolled your eyes, cutting up slices of different fruits.

“i could ask the same of you, we haven’t heard a peep. i thought tony was installing the soundproofing next sunday?” bucky trudged through the door, his footsteps loud and for once you were grateful. he leaned his hands on the counter and shared a look with natasha that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“trust me, i’m bitching and moaning plenty. this is taking so long,” you drawled, extending the vowels of your last word as you arranged the fruit onto a tray with a flourish. “alright, i’m out.”

you could hear the three avengers whispering loudly behind you as you made your way back to peter. “i can hear you, you know. why are all of you here anyways?”

“uh… we’re having a tea party?”

“okay, i cut out all the diagram parts last night. i didn’t start assembling them because i was pretty sure i’d end up gluing my hands together or putting it together wrong, so i figured we could just do it together.” peter had been coming over almost every day so that the two of you could work on your biology project. it turned out that as much as you hated biology, it was a lot more enjoyable when you got to work with peter.

“ooo, i love this part. it’s like assembling IKEA furniture.” the two of you looked over to your bed, remembering when peter had been visiting tony and found you in the middle of a pile of wood pieces, looking absolutely lost. he’d spent hours helping you undo the mistakes and put it together properly, and that’s when you knew that your feelings for him had changed.

you laughed at his excitement. charged with happiness, you rested your head on his shoulder without thinking. the two of you went silent almost immediately after comprehending the situation, and you moved to pull away, face burning. before you could, though, peter had slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. you turned your head and buried it into his neck, your smile uncontrollable as you relished his touch.

“we should probably get the glue,” peter noted.

“good call.” you mumbled into his shoulder, warm breath drawing shivers from him.

“thank you.”

you stared at the diagram pieces. “glue is very necessary component.”

“for sure.”

neither of you made any effort to get glue.

“anyways!” peter broke the silence by nudging his shoulder to probe your head out. “i’m gonna be honest, we could probably finish this today if we really tried. i mean, we’re literally a floor away from the most advanced technology lab in the entirety of new york, surrounded by the greatest scientists and innovative minds of the century, so-”

“please do not inflate my dad’s ego any further. against all rules of logic and science or whatever, that thing will never stop growing. it’ll grow until it swallows all of north america.”

“gotcha…” peter’s voice became softer, eyes growing a little hazy as he stared to the side of your face. his hand stretched out, fingers quivering ever so slightly, and for just a second, you thought that maybe he was going to take your chin in his hands and kiss you. but that’d be stupid, because you were just friends and kissing was decidedly non-platonic. instead, he brushed a strand of hair behind your ears.

“sorry, it was distracting me,” he confessed bashfully. “but i was gonna say is how i think it’s kind of funny that we’re making this 3-d cardstock diagram of the mitosis process when honestly? we could probably be testing mr. stark’s updated blasters or making lightsabers or something.”

you looked at peter for a second and then burst into a guffaw. “our project seems so trivial compared to all that, but is it weird that i actually think of this as my baby? we must’ve spent at least eight hours on this—yeah, i know we probably could’ve gotten away with finishing something simpler in half the time, but i really enjoy spending time with you—” you rushed, taking a breath after realizing what you had said, and then continuing just as quickly as you had been speaking before. “but this?” you picked up the meticulously cut components to your diagrams made of cardstock detailed with fine-lined sharpie drawings of spindly kinetochore-microtubule, cleverly crumpled cellophane chromosomes and little buttons for the chromatids.

“it’s not stupid!” peter blurted, quick to reassure you. “i’m pretty proud of it too. now let’s go use some of banner’s precision glue and assemble this bad boy.”

by the time the two of you had finished putting together every 3-d replica of the six stages of mitosis, your backs were sore from how long you’d been hunched over. you rolled your head and heard your neck crack loudly.

“holy shit, how long have we been here?” you mumbled, blinking forcefully to escape your fuzzy state of concentration. “FRIDAY? what time is it?”

“it is 7:45pm. you have not yet eaten; would you like me to place an order for dinner?”

peter’s head perked up at the sound of dinner. “DELMARS?” he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes even though he knew you wouldn’t need any convincing.

you sighed sarcastically, throwing your body across your chair as if you had just fainted. “if you insist,” you groaned. you raised your voice a bit to signal FRIDAY. “can i get the fried avocado tacos? two- nah, three of them. and please specify that i do not want them smushed down real flat.”

“hey, i’ll have you know that flattened sandwiches are more efficient and less messy to eat. and-”

you lost focus on peter’s words as he listed off his usual order; instead, you found yourself admiring his side profile. even from the lab table diagonal from him, you could see the brightness of excitement in his eye that you always found endearing. you loved watching him so happy over something as simple as sandwiches, and you felt honored that you were the one who got to experience that happiness. you wondered what it’d be like if he looked at you with that sort of gleaming adoration one day.

“right! i’m basically done; i just need to figure out how to do the cytokinesis shape.” peter announced, taking a peek at your three perfectly done models. you always had a better instinct for solutions, and creating what was essentially a three-dimensional figure eight with convincingly spherical outsides was something peter was scared to approach altogether.

“i’ve got you, pete!” you kicked off from the legs of your table and slid towards peter on your wheeled chair. perhaps you had used too much force because the momentum of your path sent you tumbling straight into peter’s chair, where you jolted forwards. you swore you could see each second ticking by in slow motion as your heads came closer and closer to collision, and your hands frantically reached out in front of you for something to prevent the impending bump and potential concussion. one of your flailing hands landed on his shoulder, which you squeezed hard until your nails dug into his skin. the other found a home on his upper thighs, where you tried to find a stable grip. almost immediately, peter’s eyes went wide, and his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red.

he gulped. “t-thank you! i actually have to go to the bathroom, so maybe could you finish this one for me?” his eyes darted around the room frantically, looking anywhere but at you. “and i’ll pick up the food while i’m at it! bye!” peter tugged his shirt down as he bolted through the automatic glass doors, leaving you alone and a bit hurt.

you fiddled with the model for a bit before you were able to arrange it in a shape you were satisfied with. setting everything aside and admiring the six perfectly made representations of mitosis, you let out a long, satisfied breath. finally, the worst of the biology projects for this year was over. it’d be smooth sailing from here on outwards. you’d be lying if you said you would miss peter’s presence in your room on chilly new york nights with cups of coffee beside you as you finished homework for non-bio classes. though the boy had been working with your father for a while, you never connected with him until partnered for this project, and you weren’t sure where that would leave you after the project was over. would he still come over for study sessions? would you go back to your individual friend groups? would he even be bothered to spend one-on-one time with you anymore?

peter returned with two paper bags in each hand and a triumphant smile on his face. you pumped your fist excitedly.

“yesss,” you hissed, jumping up and grabbing the bag with your name. “i feel like my stomach is eating me from the inside out. can we move up to the kitchen? don’t tell dad, but i’d kill for a coffee right now.”

“you’re drinking coffee? this late? that’s a bad idea, and you know i won’t hesitate to get mr. stark involved if y-”

“oh no, he doesn’t care about how late i drink coffee. he just thinks it’s a sin to pick coffee over redbull,” you shrugged, scooping up as much of your project as you could in one arm. “c’mon bugbaby!” you spared him a look before disappearing through the door and upstairs, absolutely ravenous.

peter stood there for a couple of seconds, feeling stupid, before he caught himself in the act. he forced his lips, which had been quirked up into a dopey smile, into a stoic line. he squished his face together to rid himself of his pinched eyebrows and dazed stare. and the sigh of adoration he had let out became a coughing fit. peter thumped his chest a couple of times to rid his throat of the imaginary block, but he couldn’t lie to himself. the thing making him choke up was his feelings for you, which had been shoved down for so long that they seem to have compressed themselves into a little ball that was now trying to escape through peter’s esophagus. well, shit!

by the time he had made it to the kitchen with the rest of the project in his arms, you were already perched on the countertop, swinging your legs contentedly and chewing your sandwich, which was decidedly not squished down real flat. your face lit up when you saw peter and you waved enthusiastically; in doing so, you knocked down a couple of the figures that you’d set down behind you tumbling to the ground.

“shit! peter! oh god,” you squeaked, putting down your sandwich on the wax paper and trying to scramble off the counter. peter dropped his bag on the ground and came to help you down, grabbing your waist and lifting you up before softly resting your feet on the floor. you giggled; his hands on your waist were tickling you. he smirked, realizing his opportunity to instigate a tickle war.

“don’t even th-” you warned him before your eyes widened as you remembered what you had come down for.

the two of you raced around the counter, terrified at what you might find. to your relief, the project was in perfect shape. the two of you were panting—peter was heaving with shock still painted on his face while you had your hand clutching the fabric of your shirt over your heart.

“i can’t breathe,” you confessed, laughing through your gasps as you tried to calm yourself down. you collapsed to the ground with a moan.

peter crouched down beside you, picking up one of the figures tentatively and examining it for potential cracks or weak spots. there was nothing; if the two of you hadn’t been there yourselves, you never would’ve been able to tell they’d dropped.

peter held the figure closer to your face, turning the model around so that you could see what he was referring to. “you’re so good,” he marveled, admiring the meticulous glue work that you’d done. he smiled with a sigh. “no one else could do it like you.”

you rolled your eyes. “come here.” you patted the floor next to where you were laying, but instead of joining you, peter grabbed the fallen figures and walked away. you whined.

“i’m coming, give me a second,” peter delicately arranged the fallen figures alongside the ones still on the counter. then he flopped down on the floor next to you, but instead of lying parallel to your body, he dropped his head on your stomach.

“peter!” you cried, smacking his forehead. “ugh, i hate you,” you groaned, trying to sit up so you could shove him off of you.

“no, you don’t,” he rebutted. peter wasn’t going to back down in a fight, so instead of allowing you to sit upright, he rolled the rest of his body on top of yours, effectively flattening you. you wanted to laugh, but your stomach was being pushed down by peter’s back.

“why… are you… so…” you heaved, “heavy?”

peter laughed evilly, rolling his body around so that his back was no longer on you; rather, so that you were stomach-to-stomach. he propped himself up on his elbows, letting his chest hover over yours. he smirked as he watched you grumble from underneath him. “i gotcha,” he whispered, face just a few inches from yours.

“why is this your go-to when fucking with me,” you poked his cheek with exasperation, making no effort to do so gently. “there are literally an infinite amount of things you could do to me and it’s always the one that ends up with me sore and unable to breathe.” you kicked your legs around threateningly before peter could open his mouth.

“i have knees and i’m not afraid to use them,” you taunted, deadly serious. you pushed your knee up, dangerously close to his upper thigh.

“nope! i’m done, i’m off! i concede!” he yelled, scrambling to escape. in his frantic movements, he ended up full-force dropping on you with no arms to soften the impact, and you both groaned. you turned your head, to avoid a forehead collision. also to avoid your lips from touching. that may have happened if you hadn’t turned your head, and having lips on lips is not very platonic.

“i swear to god, if you gave me a concussion, i’m gonna-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” tony raged, storming into the kitchen with his hands thrown up in the air. “WHERE ARE THE DAMN CHILDREN?”

scott stuck his head out from behind a corner to investigate the drama. (he loved drama.) “oh, your daughter? yeah, last time i saw her was in her room with peter; i think they were changing or something.”

“excuse me?” tony looked furious.

bruce arrived. “no, i actually let them use my lab. didn’t wanna disturb them. they’ve been working really hard on their bio project on reproduction so i just let them have the place to themselves.”

tony’s mouth dropped. “banner, are you shitting me? we all know what happens when two teenagers are alone in a room together! and we all know reproduction project does not mean… what it’s supposed to mean! you just let them? and in the lab too? did they even have safety goggles?”

bucky and sam, who never passed up the opportunity to hear fresh gossip and had crept in a while ago, gave each other knowing grins.

“don’t worry, tony,” sam held back a laugh.

“they’re definitely… safe…” bucky wheezed, the two of them struggling to stay upright as they watched tony’s rage slip into confusion.

natasha strolled in casually. “you got them protection?” she snorted. “cute.”

you and peter were frozen in your places. so frozen, in fact, that peter’s cheeks resembled the flaming red of anna’s hair and your knuckles had gone as pale as elsa’s snow. neither of you wanted to go out and face the crowd, so the two of you stayed extremely quiet as you prayed nobody would look over the counter.

“they’re right there,” clint yelled from his perch, pointing you two out.

tony stalked over, fuming. when he saw the situation, he was no longer fuming, but on fire. “PETER PARKER, GET YOUR STICKY, PUBESCENT HANDS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER.”

“i’m so sorry, m-mr. stark! i- we’re not-”

“it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaimed, pushing peter’s chest in an unsuccessful attempt to get him off of you. curse his perfectly chiseled 6-pack abs and his weird super-spider strength. just fucking move!

as tony panicked, you hissed at peter. “move!” he realized he had remained in place and clambered off you instantly, the two of you crawling over to separate corners to put as much space between your bodies as possible.

the crowd of avengers struggled to hold back their laughter. well, sam and bucky weren’t trying to at all. but the rest of them (unsuccessfully) attempted to stifle their roars.

“does anyone want to explain why i found two children committing unholy acts in the middle of my million-dollar kitchen?” tony seethed.

natasha raised her eyebrows. “you could’ve at least tried to keep it down, you know.”

“but we weren’t even-”

sam rolled his eyes. “no point in excuses not; you weren’t even trying to be discreet.” he pitched his voice up to imitate the two of you badly. “‘peter! oh god!’ ‘i’m coming!’ ‘you’re so good, no one else could do it like you!’”

“c’mon, and in a common area too? it’s my bad i barged into you guys before, but this one’s your fault, dudes.” scott scolded.

tony’s face was almost entirely red. bruce’s face was also red, for a different reason. tony pulled peter up by the collar. the two of them were shaking, also for very different reasons.

“so, not only are you sneaking around with my daughter behind my back,” tony poked peter in the chest. “but you’re doing… you’re doing the nasty with her too? and you have the nerve to defile my kitchen?” he shoved peter off of him, who stumbled backward.

tony kept creeping closer. “i should take away your suit. clearly, you aren’t trustworthy or responsible enough for this. you know, i had a lot of faith in you kid,” tony looked murderous. “and you screwed up big time.” he took a deep breath to compose himself, and his next words were low and threatening. “i don’t want to see you near my daughter ever again.”

you jumped to your feet, furious. “are you insane? peter and i are just friends!”

“oh yeah? explain why you were on top of each other, a- and all the things that sam said!”

your voices had raised considerably since the start of the confrontation. the onlooking avengers no longer found this very funny, and trickled out slowly.

“we’re friends! we’ve always been friends! you guys are just jumping to conclusions because peter just so happens to be a boy and i just so happen to be a girl!” peter had backed away a bit, which gave you the chance to get into your dad’s space.

“i don’t care what you are, there is no way i’m letting my daughter be with some sticky, hormonal, lit-”

“stop!” you shook your head, unbelieved. “stop it! you don’t get to talk about peter that way. peter and i are just friends, we have always been just friends, and we are always going to be just friends. so either you apologize to him, or you can go f-” you hesitated. “you can go fuck off.”

it might’ve been inappropriate timing, but peter’s heart broke.

tony silenced, his eyes narrowing at your outburst. he opened his mouth to snap back, but you grabbed peter’s hand and dragged him off, not bothering to look back. tony angrily stared at your intertwined fingers.

you and peter had retreated to your bedroom, where you slammed the door and threw yourself onto your bed, tears already beginning to well up. peter sat by the foot of your bed, not daring to come any closer.

“i’m sorry,” peter croaked. he instinctively reached out to rub your leg consolingly, but pulled back just as quickly.

“don’t apologize. you didn’t do anything wrong,” you sniffed. “dad’s just being an asshole. a huge asshole. god, he can be so-” you shoved your face into a pillow and screamed. you sat up to face peter. “i’m the one who should be sorry. he- he had no right to treat you like that. absolutely none. and none of the things he said about you were true.”

you tentatively extended both your hands, palms up, and he took them in his. “i think the two of us just have a tendency to get caught up in arguments. we always say things we don’t mean. and i promise, the whole suit thing was a lie. he really loves you, pete. i hope you know that.”

a quiet tear rolled down peter’s cheek. you brushed it off gently. “i just- i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t see you anymore,” he choked. “and this is all so stupid, you know? it was embarassing, but kind of funny at first, but now i’m realizing-” peter looked down, shaking his head and laughing quietly to himself.

“what is it, peter?”

he looked up at you from beneath wet eyelashes. “i’m realizing that, i guess, i kind of wish what everyone was saying was true.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “you wish dad would take your suit away?”

“no, i mean-”

your eyes widened. “you wanted us to fuck in bruce’s lab? peter, there are some of the world’s deadliest chemicals in there and i have a perfectly functioning bedroo- oh shit.”

the two of you looked at each other wordlessly.

i basically just told peter that i wanted to fuck him in my bedroom.

she literally just told me she wants to fuck me in her bedroom.

“yeah, i mean- no! i mean, yes, your bedroom is definitely safer and more practical but that’s- what i’m trying to say is-” peter stuttered. “yes, i would love to have sex with you! but that’s- holy fuck. oh shit.” peter let go of your hands immediately and practically threw himself off the bed onto the wall. “no! not that i want to have- no, not that i don’t want to, but i was trying to say was that i wish, you know, that we weren’t just friends. like they were saying, you know. or, i guess insinuating. well, they were insinuating that we were having unprotected sex in the lab, but that implies that we weren’t just friends, but that could mean we were just friends with benefits, and i’m not trying to say that i want to be friends with benefits with you-” peter gasped for air.

you interrupted him. “i think i know what you mean.” you swallowed thickly. “remember when i said we were just friends and only ever going to be just friends? and uh, do you remember what i said earlier about saying stuff in the heat of the moment?” peter nodded furiously. “that was just the heat of the moment.”

peter stopped nodding. he looked at you, absolutely lost. you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“i think what we’re both trying to say—or at least, i really hope this is what you’re trying to say too—is that um, neither of us wants to be friends.”

you winced.

“wait, no, that came out wrong. we don’t want to be platonic. or, i don’t, at least. i like you romantically, peter. is this a bad time to say that? considering you just got threatened by my dad for supposedly hooking up with me.”

“no! no, it’s not a bad time. and i like you too, actually. i’ve liked you for a while. i-” peter laughed breathlessly. “i actually kind of thought you were with steve.” he scratched the back of his neck, blushing.

“steve? dude, he’s like 106!”

“i know, i know! i don’t know what i was thinking,” peter huffed.

“c’mere,” you opened your arms for him and he climbed beside you, accepting your embrace. you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“your breath smells like pickles,” you murmured, nestling your head into his chest.

“sorry.”

tony was about to bore holes into the expensive tiled flooring with all of his pacing. bruce was the only one brave enough to come back into the kitchen.

“what do you want?” tony grumbled, refusing to look at the scientist.

“tony, take a look at these models.”

“i don’t want to take a look at whatever it is my daughter and that sinful spider boy produced,” he whined.

“no, look. the figures—they’re not just reproduction. they’re asexual reproduction. a very well-done representation of the mitosis process, actually.” bruce held up some of the models in awe. “these are really well done! letting them use the lab was worth it,” he muttered to himself.

tony raised his head, glaring. “what are you talking ab- oh.”

on the countertop were six intricate replicas of cell division. “this is what you meant by ‘reproductive project?’” tony whispered, horrified.

“i mean, i wasn’t exactly sure, but i figured-”

“oh my god,” tony paled. “i can’t believe i thought- all this time it was mitosis- god, and these models are beautiful too…” his jaw clenched, thinking back to the things he had said as he yelled at you and peter.

bruce sighed, giving tony a pointed look. the billionaire couldn’t meet his eyes.

“don’t look at me like that,” tony whined. “in my defense, all the evidence was stacked against them! what was i supposed to do?”

“hear them out?” bruce raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by tony’s immature self-soothing methods.

tony hid his face in his hands. “she must be so upset with me now. and the spider boy… jeez, i’m a fucking douche, aren’t i?”

bruce patted tony on the back consolingly. “well, you heard the girl. you can either apologize or fuck off, and i think you’ve tried and failed at fucking off. so you might as well go with the first option.” the scientist walked away, leaving tony alone to soak in his own guilt.

bruce is right. i can’t ever own up to my mistakes, can i? first i make my daughter patch things up with steve for a comment that i made, and then i go and accuse her of something she didn’t do without even giving her the chance to speak? god, if i had just shut up for a minute, she could’ve explained everything and none of this would have happened.

tony rubbed his temples, exhaling heavily as he found himself standing in front of your door. he knocked softly, but heard no verbal response. maybe you had left the tower? before he could ask FRIDAY for your location, he heard the shuffling of sheets. oh no, did i make her cry?

tony cracked open the door and peered in. “favorite spawn? are you there?”

when he opened the door fully, he watched as you and peter peeled yourselves away from each other again, breathless and flushed. his eyes flickered between the two of you before he noticed your puffy lips and your avoided eye contact.

“peter parker, have you been kis-” tony raised his hands and pinched his fingers together, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself down. he tried talking again, but slowly and more thoughtfully. “using context clues, i have come to the hypothesis that the two of you had previously been k- kissing.” he fought the urge to gag.

“i also observe that the two of you are on my daughter’s bed. alone, with the door closed. and that is… okay. because… the right to privacy is protected by the 14th amendment. unfortunately.” he said the last word under his breath. you and peter looked at each other, perplexed.

“in the kitchen, i discovered six models of… the mitosis sequence. footnote: they are very well constructed. uh, i realize now that perhaps i had… overreacted. and unjustly threatened peter. and also jumped to conclusions. and i also had not trusted you. all of which are… mistakes… that i made. and for that, i am… i am… s-sorry.”

you raised your eyebrows. “did you just… apologize?”

tony nodded his head hesitantly. you jumped out of bed, making your way over to him. tony gulped. this is it. this is the end.

you slapped tony across the face.

“oh my god!” you screamed. “i’m so sorry! holy- i’m so sorry, dad! i didn’t mean that at all, i thought you were a hologram! i was trying to see if my hand would go through, you know?”

tony chuckled. “i- i probably deserved that.” he rubbed his cheek which was now growing pink.

peter hopped off the bed to stand hesitantly behind you, not fully confident that tony wasn’t going to castrate him.

“so, you and my daughter, huh?” tony crossed his arms, leaning his weight onto one foot.

“y-yes, mr. stark.”

tony sucked his teeth and sighed. despite his nerves, peter straightened his back and came to stand firmly beside you. you looped your pinky around his.

“well, as you are aware, i do have multiple suits with blasters capable of melting iron, ironically.” peter steeled himself. “and you are currently standing in my billion-dollar tower surrounded by earth’s mightiest heroes who will not hesitate to decimate you should anything happen to my daughter.” peter gulped.

“but i am also aware that you are…” tony pursed his lips in resignation. “you have proven yourself more than capable on multiple accounts, and i was wrong to question you.” tony wrung his hands. “and you have saved my daughter and your classmates and even that asshole teacher about four times now. and i see the way you look at her; how you’ve always looked at her—which by the way, is a really embarrassing, dopey look on you, boy—and my head was too far up my ass to realize that you two are big boys and girls now.”

tony sniffed emotionally, blinking back proud dad tears. “and obviously my daughter doesn’t need any protecting, because she’s a stark and she could whoop your ass in her sleep, but i know how much you care for her and i know you’ll look out for each other. so… i give you my blessing.”

you looked confused. “dad, you know we’re not getting married, right?”

tony took a step back and waved his hands around. “dear god, no! i don’t want to hear about marriage until at least 30 years later! you guys are too young to be mouth mashing anyways and i’m already being very lenient with letting you have the door closed!”

“uh, thank you, mr. stark. it really means a lot.” peter bit his lip to hold back what you knew was going to be a brilliant grin.

“don’t get used to it, kid.” tony rubbed his hands together. “well, in a few years or so i’ll have bruce teach you two about the birds and the bees. for now, um, wash your hands for at least 20 seconds, kids.” tony shot you two thumbs up. “alright, peace out.”

when tony’s footsteps receeded, you turned to peter and threw your arms around his neck. “you have a look for me, huh?” you spoke into peter’s shoulder.

“i guess i do. i guess i always have. you’re hard not to look at, do you know that?”

peter could feel the vibrations and your warm breath as you laughed into his shirt.

“no, i don’t think you know,” he insisted. he threaded his fingers through your hair and closed his eyes, comfortable. “everybody sees you- you’re stunning, and not just in the physical way. you have this weird talent—it’s like you’re a light—and everything is just so much better with you. y’know, i hated coffee until you made it for me. and i dreaded spanish until i found out you were in my class, so i think… i think i’ve lo- liked you, felt this way for you, for longer than i’ve known.”

he could feel your lips curve into a smile. “you’re such a goddamn sap, pete,” you muttered, nuzzling his chest. “you know i hate sappy stuff. but i could make an exception for you.”

“oh really?” he placed one purposeful kiss on the crown of your head. “i think…” he began leaving kisses more sporadically until he reached your temple, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose. “i think that i’ll just have to be extra sappy. you know, to see how much you like me.” he pulled you away from his chest and held you at an arms length with a smile that could rival the sun.

“and in that case…” peter got down on one knee. you gasped theatrically.

peter pressed his palms together and opened them like a ring box. “will you be my girlfriend?”

you wiped away fake tears and you squealed, “yes!”

a distant voice that sounded suspiciously like tony’s interrupted the romantic proposal. “i said 30 years until marriage!”

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Drowning Inside You V

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera return to Kings Landing and a Queen is crowned.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, P in V, Breeding Kink, Biting, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Character Death, Allusion to the questionable use of the Driftwood Throne.

Word Count: 5829

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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With every step he took, Aemond held his son closer.

They’d arrived in Kings Landing a couple of hours ago and after the obligatory reunions with Rhaenyra and Daemon it was now time to introduce Aemon to his other grandmother.

Valaera had offered to accompany him, but things were still a little shaky after their disagreement and Aemond did not want his mother upsetting his Omega.

So, it was decided that Valaera, Vhalarr and Vaella would stay with Rhaenyra. Which of course Aemond didn’t mind as he knew that Valaera had missed her mother dearly.

“Welcome back my Prince”

“Ser Criston” muttered Aemond politely.

“Another babe. Congratulations”

“Gratitude Ser Criston” said Aemond curtly.

In truth he’d still not forgiven his former mentor for the insinuations he’d made about Valaera after she’d delivered the twins.

Just remembering what the Beta had said made the Alpha growl in annoyance.

“The Queen awaits”

Aemond nodded as Criston stepped aside and opened the heavy wooden door.

His mother’s rooms had always been well light and filled with the sweetest of scents, but today Aemond could take no such comfort in the familiarity of his mother’s chambers.

“Oh, Aemond” cooed Alicent sweetly as she rose from the sofa.

“Your Grace” replied Aemond stoically.

“It’s been too long since we last saw one another my son”.

Who’s fault is that?

“Apologise mother, my duties on Driftmark have kept me busy” said Aemond.

“I see your duty in your arms. May I hold my grandson” asked Alicent.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he gently placed his pup in his mother’s waiting arms.

“Aemond, he’s the very image of you” gasped Alicent as she swayed gently from side to side.

“Indeed” muttered Aemond.

“H-He has different coloured eyes” murmured Alicent.

One word. Just one and I will take my Omega and our pups out of here and never return.

“How beautiful”

Wait. What did she just say?

“Oh, how unique. He’s wonderful Aemond truly” whispered Alicent.

“M-Mother” questioned Aemond utterly confused at his mother’s reaction to his pup.

“I feel that I must apologize to you. My reaction to your children has been less than favourable and for that I am sorry”.

The seven hells must have frozen over. My mother apologising? Never thought I’d see the day.

“I also wish to extend my apology to Valaera”.

Now I know I’m dreaming. What sorcery is this?

“Why the sudden change mother?” asked Aemond.

“Your brother made me realise how my actions have affected you and your mate and I do not wish for either of you to hate me” muttered Alicent.

Aegon? He spoke up for me. For Valaera. Ok maybe he’s not a total twat after all but he’s still got a punchable face.

“I do not hate you mother” admitted Aemond quietly.

“That pleases me greatly, but I still desire to make amends. So tonight, we shall dine with the King. All of us as a family” replied Alicent as she gently stroked Aemon’s silver hair.

“As you wish mother” muttered Aemond.

“Now, tell me more about my other grandchildren. I hear they have dragons now”.

“W-Who goes there?” wheezed Viserys.

“Grandsire. It’s Valaera”

“Ah Valaera. My girl, My only-” coughed Viserys.

“I wondered if you would perhaps like to meet Aemon, your grandson and great grandson”.

Viserys grimaced in pain as he tried to sit up. Valaera looked over at Aemond who sighed and helped his father to sit up.

“A-Aemond. Thank you”

“Your welcome father” replied Aemond awkwardly as he stepped back from the bed.

“W-What are you doing here? I-I thought you were on Driftmark?”

“I thought you would like to meet Aemon. Our new pup” said Valaera as he lifted Aemon towards the King.

“A-Aemon after my uncle?” asked Viserys.

“I-It’s more in-“

“Yes father, in honour of your uncle” muttered Aemond rolling his eye.

“Aemon Targaryen a fine name indeed. Well done my boy” gasped Viserys.

“W-Would you like to hold him?” asked Valaera.

“I shall” muttered Viserys.

Aemond moved closer the bed, watching closely as his Omega placed their pup in the arms of his grandsire.

The King weakened by his condition could not hold the pup on his own, so Valaera had to keep her hands under Aemon to support his weight.

“He is the very image of his father” exclaimed Viserys.

“Indeed, he is” replied Valaera smiling.

“However, the eyes, just like my mother Alyssa. They were different too” rasped Viserys.

Valaera took a deep breath and tried not to focus on her Alpha’s rapidly souring scent.

“Strange what we inherit from our ancestors” said Valaera brightly.

“I-I’m very proud of you, A-Aemond, you’re a good husband to V-Valaera”.

“As much as I can be father” muttered Aemond.

Suddenly Aemon let out a loud squeal and Valaera reacted instantly by lifting him away from the King who groaned in pain.

“Mayhaps we should let the King rest” said Aemond.

“We’ll see you later grandsire” muttered Valaera quietly.

“L-Later. I shall be dining with my family. Valaera will be there with Aemond”.

Valaera exchanged a look of confusion with Aemond who shrugged and beckoned for his Omega to step away from the bed.

“Let the Maester see to him. Come Valaera, we should return to the twins” urged Aemond.

Valaera took one last look at Viserys and then followed Aemond out of the King’s chambers.

It was obvious that the King didn’t have much time left, but Valaera was glad he got to meet Aemon.

“I hate family gatherings” whined Aegon.

“You only hate them because you have to behave” retorted Aemond as he took a seat next to his brother.

“Ahh. The favoured brother returns. How’s thing’s?” asked Aegon.

“Not good” muttered Aemond.

“Come on tell your big brother, and don’t lave anything out” urged Aegon as he poured himself a cup of wine.

Aemond looked around cautiously before he told his brother about almost losing Aemon and then the argument with Valaera and how things have been a little strained between them since.

“It’s in an Alpha’s nature to be protective. Don’t worry too much brother, thing’s with you and Valaera will work out eventually”.

“You know something strange is going on in the Red Keep, first mother apologizes for her attitude towards my children, then she admits that she was in the wrong and now you are making entirely too much sense. Who are you? and what have you done with my brother?” asked Aemond.

“I’ve always been full of good sense, just nobody ever paid attention” laughed Aegon.

“The only thing you’ve ever been full of is cheap wine” replied Aemond.

“Not true. I was full of my husband earlier. Little morning delight, absolutely fantastic”

I did not want to hear that. Gods, Aegon you’re so gross.

“What’s fantastic” asked Valaera.

“N-Nothing at all. Don’t you dare” snapped Aemond as Aegon started laughing.

“Is everything ok?”

“It’s fine Issa jorrāelagon” replied Aemond (My love).

“How are my nephews doing?” asked Aegon.

“If you actually came to greet us upon arrival then you’d know” said Aemond sternly.

“I was actually busy with my own children brother”.

“That’s not what you said a moment ago” said Aemond smirking.

“Ha, you’ve got me there little brother. I hear all three of your pups have their dragons?”

“Yes, the dragon keepers tried to take them to the pit when we first arrived, but Vaella threw a fit, so the hatchlings are safely nestled within the nursery” muttered Aemond.

“Ahh my niece certainly does have a flare for the drama, I wonder where she gets that from” laughed Aegon.

“Not me I can assure you” snapped Aemond.

Both Valaera and Aegon gave Aemond a stunned look before they burst into fits of laughter.

It’s good to hear my Omega laugh. Gods how I’ve missed the sound.

Suddenly the doors opened, and the rest of the family joined them. The King of course was carried to his place at the table, not having the strength to make it on his own.

As everyone took their places, Aemond felt Valaera take his hand. The Alpha looked at his Omega for a moment before a pleased purr rumbled across his chest.

They were going to be ok.

“How good it is to see my family around me” wheezed Viserys “I-I wish to raise a toast to my son Aemond and my grandson Valaera, and their children Vhalarr, Vaella and Aemon”.

“I’m impressed he even remembered their names” muttered Aegon.

Valaera scowled at her uncle but raised her goblet in acknowledgment of her grandsire’s toast.

“It gladdens my heart to know that we are finally united. I may not walk amongst you for much longer, but I will leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen will carry on for generations to come” said Viserys as he fell back into his seat.

After a few seconds of slightly awkward silence, Valaera stood up to make a toast.

“I wish to raise my cup to my husband. There has never been another Alpha for me, and I’m truly blessed to call him mine. Aemond is the embodiment of everything that is good in this world, and I vow to love him for the rest of my life and beyond” said Valaera proudly.

The entire room was silent, everyone was staring so intently at Valaera that the Omega began to worry that she’d done the wrong thing in making her toast.

I just wanted my Alpha to know how much I love him. I don’t want us to fight anymore.

Then Aemond rose from his seat and pulled Valaera into a hug.

“Issa precious nūmio. Avy jorrāelan sir se va moriot” whispered Aemond (My precious pearl. I love you now and always).

“I want to raise my cup to my Alpha, thank you for being kind and patient, even though sometimes I don’t deserve it” said Aegon.

“You deserve the world my love” replied Jace, his cheeks-tinged red.

“He loves me” cooed Aegon as he leaned into Jace and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“Let us have some music” exclaimed Viserys.

Aemond and Valaera had resumed their seats and were now openly holding hands at the table.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you”.

“Not for an instant my sweet, don’t worry” replied Aemond.

Valaera smiled sweetly and looked across the table towards her mother who was blushing at whatever Daemon was whispering to her.

Oh, gods I don’t even want to know.

Helaena and Baela were dancing together, their joyful laughter echoing around the room.

Even Alicent was smiling as she held hands with Viserys.

The food being served was delicious, with everyone eating as much as they could manage.

Valaera however felt sick to her stomach when Jacaerys began snickering as a roasted pig was placed in front of Aemond.

Yet his Alpha simply smiled and raised his cup to Jace mouthing the word ‘strong’.

Jace of course shot out of his seat but was quickly dragged back down by Aegon who shook his head.

Gods Jace your such an idiot at times. Why are brothers so annoying?

However, it soon became too much for the King and he was escorted to his bed chambers.

“Shall we also take our leave my love?” asked Valaera eagerly.

“Is everything ok my sweet?”

“It’s fine Alpha, I just wish to have you too myself that’s all” whispered Valaera.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m ready. I want you”.

The Alpha inside Aemond roared with delight, his Omega wanted him.

Take her. Knot her. Do it. Now. She’s ready. It’s been so long.

“Apologise but we must also take our leave” muttered Aemond.

“Are you ok?” asked Alicent her voice laced with concern.

“We’re fine mother, just having a new pup can be quite tiring, I bid you all goodnight”.

Aemond didn’t even bother waiting for anyone to respond as he quickly dragged his Omega out of the dining room.

“I wonder what all that was about?” muttered Baela.

“Probably dragging Valaera back to their chambers so he can fuck her into the mattress”.

“AEGON” shouted Alicent.

“What?” exclaimed Aegon, pointedly ignoring his mother’s furious expression.

Later that night as Viserys lay on his bed wheezing into the darkness, he knew his time had come.

His family was finally united, and he could leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen would continue. The blood of old Valyria would live on.

“A-Aemma. I-I’m coming”

She’s here. She’s come for me. I’m ready. Take me with you.

“M-My love” whispered Viserys his hand stretched into the darkness.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

She was Queen. Her mother was the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Ever since Viserys had passed everything almost seemed to happen in a blur, their return to Driftmark had been put on hold whilst the coronation took place and there was to be a week of celebrations in honour of the new Queen.

A feast every night in the throne room and a tourney, which Aemond was adamant he didn’t give a shit about, but still entered anyway and ended up winning.

His proud smirk plastered across his face as he placed a wreath of flowers upon his Omega’s head, crowning her the Queen of love and beauty.

“He’s going to be insufferable now” moaned Aegon.

But Valaera was proud, her Alpha was a fearsome fighter, dedicated to his craft.

The people of the realm applauded his victory.

But there was only one way his Alpha wanted to celebrate and soon after the tourney had ended. Valaera had been dragged back to the Red Keep and fucked senseless on the desk in their guest chambers.

“YES! YES!” screamed Valaera.

“That’s it. Come for me!" growled Aemond as he moved his mouth to Valaera’s neck, gently sucking on her scent gland.

Valaera’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she exploded around her Alpha.

Aemond slowed down his thrusts as he waited for Valaera to ride out her peak.

Her Alpha was feeling primal at the sight and sound of his Omega reaching her peak.

More. I need more. She can take it. I know she can.

Once Valaera was satisfied, Aemond started thrusting hard and fast.

Relentless and deep.

Aemond felt Valaera hips moving against his. The both of them in perfect rhythm.

Valaera wrapped her arms tightly around her Alpha’s neck as he slammed into her again and again.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

All of Valaera’s self-control was long gone.

Both Alpha and Omega were completely lost in the moment, gripping onto each other.

Valaera was on the edge yet again as she begged for more.

Aemond could feel Valaera clenching around him.

That’s it my sweet. Be good for me. I know you can.

Aemond then removed all but the tip of his penis from inside Valaera, gently teasing his sweet Omega.

Valaera writhed against him, trying to impale herself on him.

No Alpha. Don’t tease me. I want it. I want all of you.

"Please. Aemond" whimpered Valaera.

Aemond surged forward. Slow and deep strokes. All the way in, and all the way out. Slow and steady, every inch sliding deep inside his Omega.

Valaera’s brown eyes revealed just how desperate she was for him and Aemond loved it.

He loved watching Valaera struggle to keep her composure. He wanted to drive her crazy with desire.

Valaera moaned with every thrust. Aemond thrust into her one more time as she screamed his name, his knot beginning to swell.

His eyes alight as he fell apart, watching as the peak tore through him.

I love that I can make my Omega come over and over again. It feels so good.

Aemond didn't give Valaera time to recover this time. Instead, he dove into her. Burying himself in Valaera’s tight wet heat completely.

Again and again, he thrust into her, their sweaty bodies colliding. He slammed himself against Valaera as she whimpered nonsensically. Lost in the moment.

"Aemond! Oh, Aemond” screamed Valaera as he felt her Alpha’s knot tugging on her.

"Yes” groaned Aemond loudly.

With that, he thrust into Valaera one final time, shoving his knot deep.

Valaera’s entire body pulsating with euphoria as she clenched tightly around her Alpha.

Aemond threw his head back and moaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Valaera, his knot locking them together.

It took a good while for Valaera to regain her senses.

“A-Alpha” gasped Valaera.

“Hm”

“You-Your amazing” said Valaera smiling.

“As are you my love” replied Aemond, his voice slightly muffled as his face was still buried in his Omega’s neck.

“I think we should bathe” muttered Valaera.

“Give it a few minutes and I’ll call for the maid”.

“Your knot never usually takes this long” whispered Valaera.

“No, but I bit you again” muttered Aemond.

“Y-You did?” questioned Valaera raising a hand to her neck.

Indeed, her Alpha had bitten her again, she was so lost in the euphoria of her Alpha fucking her that she hadn’t even felt it when Aemond had sunk his teeth into her neck.

“Apologise, I don’t know what came over me” said Aemond.

“No. I-I like it” admitted Valaera blushing.

The Omega inside her gloriously happy that her Alpha has renewed their bond.

“Maybe next time you can bite me” muttered Aemond as he slowly withdrew from Valaera.

“I’ll need moon tea” whispered Valaera.

“Won’t the tea you took this morning work?” asked Aemond.

“I think it’s for the best that I take it every time we lay with one another, as we’ve proven we are more than capable of siring children with one another”

“I can’t wait to see you swell with my child again” growled Aemond.

“Maybe wait until Aemon is a little bit older first”.

“However, we can still enjoy the way pups are made” muttered Aemond.

“Yes, we can” replied Valaera giggling as Aemond began tickling her.

“I suppose I best call for the maids and request the moontea” muttered Aemond as he began pulling his breeches and tunic.

“As much as I like the smell of you, I doubt the Queen would appreciate it if we attended the feast smelling of sweat and sex”.

“Why not? It would keep other Alpha’s from thinking they can have what’s mine” growled Aemond.

Anyone even dares to think they can touch what is mine. I’ll slit their throats. I’ll paint the seven kingdoms with their blood.

“No one can have me except you” cooed Valaera.

Aemond pacified by Valaera’s answer gave his Omega a quick kiss before departing their chambers to request a bath for the both of them and the moontea for Valaera.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate this” groaned Aegon as he sifted uncomfortable in his seat.

“You might have mentioned it once or twice” snapped Aemond feeling irritated at his brother’s complaining.

“Why do we need to have a feast every day, we all know she’s Queen”.

“It’s about tradition. The realm coming together to celebrate the beginning of a new era, and it’s not just our half-sister that’s being celebrated it’s your Alpha” said Aemond.

“Ah yes the future King” replied Aegon sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you being such a pain in the arse?” asked Aemond.

“Had an argument with Jace” muttered Aegon.

“Do I even want to know what it was about?”

“He wants another pup and I’m just not ready yet. I know Maela is over two-name days old, but I just want to wait a little longer” said Aegon sadly.

“A good Alpha respects his Omega’s choices. Just talk to him, even though Jace is an absolute moron he’s not that bad” replied Aemond.

“Is that how you ended up getting your Omega with child again not even six moons after the birth of your twins because you respected Valaera’s choices?”

“No she got with child-“

“Because he couldn’t keep his knot in his breeches and Valaera forgot to drink moon tea” laughed Baela.

“Is that right?” asked Aegon smiling.

“Honestly you should be glad you don’t live on Driftmark, the amount of sex those two have. No dignity either, all over the place. The library, the gardens, and the beach. Nowhere is safe” exclaimed Baela.

“Shut up” growled Aemond.

“You absolute whore” laughed Aegon.

“I’m going to kill the pair of you if you don’t shut up” snapped Aemond.

“Say isn’t that Cregan Stark talking to Valaera?” asked Baela.

“WHAT! Where?” exclaimed Aemond looking around the throne room.

“Made you look,” laughed Baela.

“You just wait. I’ll get you back for that” retorted Aemond.

“And how will you do that good brother?”

“You’ll see” muttered Aemond.

“What’s going on here?” asked Valaera as she sat down.

“Nothing for you to worry about Issa vok nūmio” replied Aemond as he kissed Valaera’s hand. (My perfect pearl).

“Oh please” laughed Baela as she pretended to be sick.

“Don’t you have your own Omega to annoy good sister?” asked Aemond.

“Prick” mumbled Baela as she rose from the table and returned to Helaena who was busy chatting to her mother.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, and everyone took their seats as the Queen rose from her seat.

“As Queen it is my duty to ensure the succession of the Iron Throne, after my natural passing my first-born son Jacaerys will become King with his Omega by his side as consort”.

“Where’s she going with this?” muttered Valaera curiously.

“I’m not sure” replied Aemond quietly.

“So, there is no doubt of the future of House Targaryen, my grandson Jaehaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after his father, with my granddaughter Vaella Targaryen by his side as his Queen”.

“WHAT!” shouted Aemond as he sharply rose from his chair.

The entire throne room went silent as they stared at the furious Alpha.

“I wish to betroth Jaehaerys and Vaella” said Rhaenyra firmly.

“NO” snarled Aemond.

“Excuse me?” questioned Rhaenyra.

“Vaella is my daughter, I don’t care that you are Queen, you do not get to make decisions about any of my children without consulting me first”.

“Brother, let us discuss this in private” insisted Rhaenyra.

“Did you know about this??” snapped Aemond.

“What? No, I didn’t” replied Aegon.

“Aemond. That’s enough” warned Jace.

“My daughter is not even two-name days old, and you think you can decide her future without my consideration. Issa dōna tala” snapped Aemond (My sweet daughter).

“Let me handle this Valzȳrys” urged Valaera sternly (Husband).

Aemond nodded his head sharply and stood behind Valaera. Which given the circumstances was quite unusual for an Alpha to willingly concede and allow their Omega to take over.

“Mother you should have consulted with us. We could have come to a decision together”.

“My sweet girl we should discuss this in private,” said Rhaenyra.

“We should have been consulted on this betrothal, Vaella is out daughter”.

“It was really a spur of the moment decision” admitted Rhaenyra.

“Then you could have waited to announce it” snapped Valaera.

Her Omega scent quickly souring. Her protective mother instincts kicking in.

“It wasn’t just Vaella, we had hoped to betroth Vhalarr to-“

“NO” yelled Valaera.

“Valaera” gasped Rhaenyra.

“I love you mother, but Vhalarr and Vaella are not your children. They are mine and Aemond’s, we make the decisions. Not you”

“Cease this infernal argument at once,” shouted Daemon.

Aemond took a step forward and audibly growled at the older Alpha.

“Vhalarr will be the heir to Driftmark and any decisions regarding his future wife will be at the discretion of myself, Aemond and Lord Corlys,” said Valaera.

“Valaera. Please” muttered Rhaenyra.

“Your wrong mother. You should have spoken to us” said Valaera firmly.

“That’s enough Valaera” warned Jace.

“Don’t even think about it” snapped Aemond, his fists clenched.

“I will not seek to draw further attention to this matter Your Grace. My Alpha and I will return to Driftmark with our children on the morrow” said Valaera sternly.

“You don’t have to do that”.

“Yes, I do. Should you have need of me or my Alpha then you may of course send a raven”.

Valaera didn’t even wait for her mother to respond; she grabbed hold of Aemond and dragged him out of the Throne Room.

“I take it your mother is unaware that Vhalarr will become a Velaryon upon his ascension to the Driftwood throne?” asked Corlys.

“The opportunity never presented itself” muttered Valaera.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter considering Viserys requested Rhaenyra and Laenor’s eldest child take the name Targaryen when he becomes King” said Corlys.

Jacaerys Targaryen. Sounds really weird.

“Did we overreact grandsire?” asked Valaera.

“Both you and Aemond acted as any parent would” replied Corlys.

“How could she think to make such an announcement without even consulting us first?”

“Your mother has just been crowned Queen, there are still those in the realm that would rather have a King. Ensuring the future order of succession for the Iron Throne protects her reign and that of your brother” explained Corlys.

“She still should have consulted us. You know how protective Aemond can be”.

“Alpha’s are naturally inclined to protect their Omegas and any pups they have” replied Corlys.

“I just don’t know what to do. The betrothal itself does make sense. But I just can’t get past the fact that my mother didn’t even stop to ask us”.

“Maybe just give it a few more days and then send a raven to your mother inviting her to Driftmark” suggested Corlys.

“Do you think that’s such a good idea?” muttered Valaera.

“Better to sort things out now” replied Corlys.

Grandsire is right. I need to speak to my mother. She needs to realise what she did was wrong.

“I’ll need to speak with Aemond first,” said Valaera.

“You want to what?” asked Aemond.

“Invite my mother to Driftmark, we need to sort this out Aemond” exclaimed Valaera.

“Hm”

“I know your angry and believe me so am I, but we can’t leave things as they are” urged Valaera.

Aemond remained silent for what seemed like an age before he blessed Valaera with a response.

“I will not have her making decisions for our pups. We are their parents and ultimately any decisions regarding future betrothals should go through us” groused Aemond.

“I agree. We decide” replied Valaera.

“I understand the importance of duty, but I would like our pups to have a voice” said Aemond sternly.

“Me too” whispered Valaera.

“I’ve always had to fight to get what I want, but when it came to marrying you. It was my choice. I requested your hand, and my father granted it. Being with you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I want that for our pups” muttered Aemond.

Valaera wrapped her arms around her Alpha and breathed in his scent. It had become less sour since they’d left Kings Landing.

The flight back to Driftmark had been awful. Aemond was furious and Vhagar could feel her rider’s anger through their bond. The old she dragon, grumbled and growled all the way back to Driftmark. Even Arrax who was normally quite chirpy was sullen and agitated.

It was only the presence of the pups that seemed to keep the dragons from reacting further.

“Will your mother be coming alone?” asked Aemond.

“I haven’t sent the raven yet, but I can request that she comes alone”.

“Good. I have little patience as it is and if your brother dares to show his face, I will end up smashing his teeth in” admitted Aemond.

“Despite his outwardly bravado, I know Jace is absolutely terrified of you” muttered Valaera.

Good. I’ll make sure the ‘strong’ bastard remains that way. He’s lucky I haven’t gutted him.

“You were also terrified of me and one point” said Aemond.

“Indeed, I was but you were pretty good at convincing me otherwise”.

“I’d like think so” whispered Aemond as he placed a gentle kiss on his Omega’s lips.

Suddenly a knock at their door broke them out of their love haze.

“Enter” stated Aemond firmly.

“My princes, the children have awoken from their afternoon nap. They call for you”.

“Thank you, Tarla,” replied Valaera as she rushed out of the room.

“I wish to extend my apology to you”.

“M-Me my Prince why?” asked Tarla.

“We left Kings Landing after our disagreement with the Queen and gave no thought to how you would return to Driftmark and for that you have my apology” replied Aemond.

“It is not required my Prince, I sailed back to Driftmark with Lord Corlys”.

“You are one of the only few people that I trust with my pups. I wish for you to be happy and well looked after during your time with my family” said Aemond.

“I appreciate your kind words my Prince” exclaimed Tarla.

“Here” said Aemond as he handed Tarla a bag of gold coins.

“N-No my Prince I cannot”

“Yes, you can. Take them with my thanks, you need not spend them all at once. I will be insulted if you don’t take them” replied Aemond.

“I don’t wish to insult you my Prince, but I must take my leave. I have other duties to attend too” exclaimed Tarla.

“Go do not let me keep you” said Aemond.

Tarla bowed her head towards the Alpha and then quickly left the room.

The raven had been sent and a week later the screeches of Syrax could be heard echoing around Driftmark, announcing the arrival of the Queen.

Valaera felt a little anxious as she awaited his mother’s arrival, but Aemond couldn’t give two shits, he only agreed to her visit for the sake of his Omega.

“Do you think she’ll mind that I’m sitting here?” asked Valaera.

“You’re the heir to Driftmark, you may sit where you please” replied Aemond sternly.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

When Rhaenyra entered the Hall of Nine, she paused at the sight of her daughter sitting on the Driftwood Throne, with her Alpha standing next to her.

“Where is Lord Corlys?” asked Rhaenyra.

“My grandsire had matters to attend to in Spice Town” replied Valaera sternly.

“It is not Lord Corlys you’ve come to see Your Grace” said Aemond.

“No, it is not”.

“Let us cut to the chase then” said Valaera firmly.

“I am aware that my announcement surrounding the betrothal of Jaehaerys and Vaella was improper and ill timed”.

“A pity you couldn’t see that before you opened your mouth” growled Aemond.

“Careful brother, I’m still the Queen and I will not tolerate rudeness” retorted Rhaenyra.

“I give no shit to who you are, not when it concerns my pups” snarled Aemond.

“Is this how you let your husband speak to your mother?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Aemond is angry mother and so am I. You didn’t even think to consult us over matters surrounding our own children,” said Valaera.

“I apologise for what happened, but sweet girl surely you can see the benefits of a betrothal between Jaehaerys and Vaella”.

“Yes, I can. But the thing is Your Grace, it’s not the betrothal that’s the problem, it’s you making decisions for children that do not belong to you” replied Valaera.

“It was not just Vaella either. You were after betrothing Vhalarr” growled Aemond.

“May I ask who you were offering the future heir of Driftmarks hand too?

“Well, I thought about Maela” replied Rhaenyra.

“Vhalarr is not free to marry, he’s already betrothed” announced Valaera.

“W-What. To whom?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Daena, she is the granddaughter of the Lady Laena and the great granddaughter of Lord Corlys. Velaryon blood will sit the Driftwood Throne” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra clenched her jaw as the implication of Valaera’s words hung in the air like a foul stench.

“So, you betroth your son with no fuss but will not accept a betrothal set forth by your own Queen”.

“Because we were consulted on Vhalarr’s betrothal to Daena, and there were conditions that were also agreed upon,” said Valaera.

“Such as?” asked Rhaenyra.

“The children will of course wed when they are of the appropriate age, they will enter a period of courtship and if at the end they do not wish to marry for whatever reason then the betrothal will be broken and Vhalarr will be able to seek his own match” stated Valaera.

“So, his betrothal to Daena is provisional?”

“Yes” muttered Valaera.

“Bearing in mind that both pups are still young in their years” said Aemond.

“Could the same arrangement be put into place for Jaehaerys and Vaella?”

“That’s something you would need to discuss with Jacaerys and Aegon,” said Valaera.

“I will speak to them on my return to Kings Landing and let you know of the outcome”.

“Very well, however I do suggest you make haste mother. There is a storm approaching and I would hate for you to be caught in it” stated Valaera nodding at the guard stationed at the door.

Rhaenyra soon realised that her visit to Driftmark was over when a number of guards entered the Hall of Nine with the intention of escorting her back to her dragon.

“I pray that you have a safe journey Your Grace” said Aemond.

Rhaenyra glared at her half-brother’s false attempt at sincerity. She knew he had no care for her and if truth be told the feeling was mutual.

The only thing they had in common was their love for Valaera.

“Farewell mother. I hope to hear from you soon”.

“I shall write to you as soon as I am able” replied Rhaenyra, she had hoped that Valaera would come and wrap her arms around her just she used to when she was a child, but she never left the Driftwood Throne.

The only movement she made was to take Aemond’s hand.

“I love you my sweet girl”.

“I love you mother” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra gave her daughter one last smiled before she left the Hall of Nine surrounded by guards.

“D-Did I do ok?” asked Valaera.

“Oh, my sweet you were perfect” replied Aemond.

“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

“No, you acted accordingly” said Aemond smiling.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You look like you belong up there, it suits you” exclaimed Aemond.

“Even if I am Strong” whispered Valaera.

“Hm”

“Aemond. What?” gasped Valaera as she was pulled to her feet.

“I simply wish to pledge my loyalty to the heir to Driftmark”.

“Does pledging your loyalty involve you lifting my skirts?” asked Valaera.

“It helps. But my pledge is more physical in nature” muttered Aemond.

“Is that right?”

“Well, you see my Lady, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you on the Driftwood Throne”.

“Oh my god” gasped Valaera as Aemond’s hand slipped into her small clothes.

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ros3ybabe · 7 months

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Daily Check-in Septmeber 14th, 2023 🎀

This was a good day. Busy, absolutely, but good nonetheless. Had a meeting with my 1st dietetics mentor, and she was absolutely the sweetest and sent me an email after our meeting about the projects she wants me to work on currently, as her mentee. Cannot wait to meet my 2nd mentor next week! Also, I got asked to go into work, so I pulled a 6.5-hour shift when I didn't need to, but I need money so it's worth it.

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - tuna w mayo and crackers

Lunch - iced coffee, chicken parm, noodles, one garlic bread, some asparagus

Dinner - chik fil a sandwich, medium fries, polynesian sauce

Extra - 3 more coffees in addition to the one I had at lunch

I am overconsuming caffiene so much right now, but I have been understandably so tired, so it's definitely helping me get through my days and weeks right now. I also genuinely enjoy the taste of the coffee I make, so that's always fun. I did just but a matcha set online, so hopefully, I can learn to make my own matcha and cut back on coffee for a bit.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Attended RD meeting

Had my therapy appointment

Planned out part of my upcoming week/weekend

Studied Japanese for ~15 min

I did not accomplish almost anything school related, but that's okay because I'll have the time to do it all this weekend after work both days.

🩷 Todo for Today -

take Fitness For Health and Sport lecture notes

call embroidery place about dropping off my cooking class's chef coat

Video call with my boyfriend

Complete my Sample nutrition log assignment + submit it (if I have the time)

Study Japanese 10+ minutes

Because of how busy my schedule has been, I've been studying Japanese daily about 10 to 15 minutes a day. I'm starting to remember the hiragana characters pretty well so I've started jotting down vocabulary in a mini notebook.

🩷 Song of the Day - Social Path by Stray Kids, LiSa

This song is on repeat right now. I've always loved both their music and now that they've collabed, I'm on cloud 9. They're voices all sound so good in this song.

That's all for now! Will not be updating the 15th due to working the night shift at my job but will update for the 15th and 16th on Saturday night!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷

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smol4bluengine · 5 months

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It was time for Gordon's check- up with Mr. Ramsfield. Sir and Lady Hatt walked up to the Ramsfield's office, Lady Hatt pushing Gordon's pram.

"Are you excited for your visit with Mr. Ramsfield today Gordon"? Sir Topham Hatt asked.

"Mhm." Baby Gordon simply replied.

"Is everything okay Gordon? You haven't been your usual happy self lately." Lady Hatt said.

"Boiwer ache." Baby Gordon replied.

"Poor dear, don't worry once we're done with Mr. Ramsfield, we'll head over the steam works and Victor can make you feel all better, okay"? Lady Hatt asked.

"Otay". Baby Gordon said.

Unbeknownst to everyone except Gordon, the baby engine had been hiding that he had regained his big engine memories quite some time ago. However, Gordon was loving his life as a baby engine and had planned on purposefully failing the big test to remain as a baby engine, but the weight of guilt had been getting to Gordon.

The Hatt family entered Mr. Ramsfield's office.

"Hello Sir and Lady Hatt and hey there little guy! How is everyone doing"? Mr. Ramsfield asked.

"We're doing fine thank you, but poor Gordon here has been having some nasty boiler ache lately." Sir Topham Hatt responded.

"I'm sorry you're going through that Gordon. I'll try to get through our meet up as fast as possible so that your mommy and daddy can focus on making you feel better, okay"? Mr. Ramsfield asked.

"Otay, mista Wamsfeeld." Baby Gordon agreed.

With that, Mr. Ramsfield began his examination. He first started by asking Baby Gordon some simple questions like asking him how he was doing, did anything exciting happened during the week, and reciting the alphabet and numbers. Finally, Mr. Ramsfield had Sir Topham Hatt place Baby Gordon down on the baby engine track he set out for some play time. On the track were some toys: stuffed animals, soft blocks, toy freight, and toy passenger cars.

Gordon stood at the switches looking at the two trains. The weight of guilt crushing him as Lady Hatt asked Gordon what he would like to play with.

A bad memory flashed in Gordon's mind, one where his mentor had him locked in a dark shed for weeks after he saw Gordon returning to the sheds singing happily while hauling a heavy goods train and giving a friendly whistle to passengers waiting on the platform.

"Please professor let me out, it's too dark and scary! I'm sorry I took a goods train, I just wanted to be useful"! A young green Gordon cried.

Young Gordon couldn't see a thing in the shed, he feared a monster would gobble him up or worse, he'd be forgotten in there forever. By the time his professor let him out, Gordon had lost count of how long he'd been locked up.

Before him stood his mentor, the engine was only a bit smaller than Gordon, but the way he had Gordon cowering in the corner, one would've mistaken the professor for being a Union Pacific Big Boy. The professor looked at the young express engine in disgust.

"Get out." He spoke.

"W..what"? Gordon stuttered.

"You've been bought by another railway, meaning you don't belong here anymore. Get out." The professor said bluntly.

Without another word Gordon rushed out of the sheds as soon as his crew got him up to steam.

As Gordon made his way to the big station, he passed by the smaller engines who immediately fled to hide once they saw the young big engine approaching. Gordon wheeshed sadly as he watched the small station pilot cower behind a short train of coal cars, but it wasn't just Gordon they were hiding from. From the other side of the tracks a group of three young big engines steamed up, pushing any small engine who hadn't been fast enough to move out of the bigger engines way. Gordon hoped they wouldn't notice him as he pulled into the station.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here"? Came one of the big engines.

"Looks like they finally let the big crybaby out, what a shame, we were enjoying the peace and quiet away from your obsessive sobbing." Said another.

"Wah, waaah! I'm Gordon and I don't have a single friend! Wah"! The third taunted.

"Not even those silly little engines want to be friends with a weirdo like me"! Mocked the second.

"PATHETIC"! The big engines laughed.

Gordon fought the urge to cry as he struggled to speak.

"I...I got sold to...to another railway..." Gordon struggled to speak.

"Yes, to a railway of failures."One said.

"I heard their controller fell for a silly trick and bought some sort of sick chimera of an engine." Third said.

"A rather perfect fit for a big baby like yourself." The first said smuggly as they pierced deeply into Gordon's soul.

By now a few tears had managed to escape Gordon's eyes as the bit smaller big engines passed him.

When he managed to calm down, his builders arrived to instruct the big engine to head to London, where he would meet his new controller at King's Cross. Gordon just hoped he could make some friends on this railway and maybe, just maybe, he could have a family with siblings and a mother and father like he always wanted.

Back in the present, Baby Gordon could no longer hold in his emotions and began to whail.

"ME WIED!!!!!!!!! ME WEMEMBA BEIN BIG"!!!!!!!!!!! Baby Gordon admited.

The adults in the room were shocked as Gordon continued to cry.

"Me sowwy! Me no wanna be big! Too scawy! Too many inny ouchies"! Gordon cried.

The baby engine feared and awaited the out lash from a very crossed Sir Topham Hatt. Instead, Mr. Ramsfield spoke.

"I understand." Mr. Ramsfield told Gordon and the still processing Hatt's.

The watery eyed engine looked up towards the younger man as he knelt down to the best of his abilities to be on Gordon's level.

"Engine phycology is just now starting to be seen as a serious issue and yet there have been many, many engines ever since "The Rocket's" era that are in need of help. I don't know what happened in your past Gordon and I can't imagine how scared you must have felt telling us you remember being big, but know that the place where you are right now is a safe area for you to be you and to talk about anything you need to talk about." Mr. Ramsfield gently spoke to the little engine.

Gordon felt the soft rubs on his boiler from Sir and Lady Hatt.

"Gordon, does being a baby engine make you truly happy"? Sir Topham Hatt asked.

"Yes." Gordon responded.

"Then I don't want you to change alright? If being a baby engine makes you the best version of you then you are a really useful engine." Sir Topham Hatt told the baby engine.

"Dada"! Baby Gordon cried happily as Hatt's held their little blue baby engine close.

#ttte #thomas and friends #ttte gordon #thomas the tank engine #gordon the big engine #ttte sir topham hatt #ttte lady hatt

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silent-sanctum · 1 year

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A Slice of Morioh: "Spot the Couple"

Word count: 2.5K Summary: After the discovery of Jotaro being a father to a 6-year-old, Josuke and Okuyasu continue with their shenanigans and invites Koichi to a mini espionage to watch how the marine biologist would behave and act around his spouse on a date. cw: bonus nsfw

A clear afternoon could never go wrong for a group of high schoolers on a day that didn’t involve attendance to classes or sitting for hours until end for a teacher discussing god knows what.

No. Today was a weekend and for weekends, that meant it was a perfect day for the Morioh duo Josuke and Okuyasu to seek out something to entertain them, even if that meant risking certain things… and by things he meant the sure-fire trust of their mentor-figure Jotaro Kujo in regards of “leaving him and his personal life be”.

Thanks to the intel given to him by Tamami’s surprisingly subtle data gathering, it was to their delight that on this same weekday, the marine biologist had plans of spending the entire afternoon with a female, leaving his 6-year-old to Grandpa Joestar to babysit alongside that invisible baby.

Hence Josuke’s current predicament of him sitting in a store parallel to Café de Deux (a detail supplied also by Tamami) with Okuyasu and Koichi where he could get a clear view of what would happen first once Jotaro met up with her.

“I don’t know if you realize this but don’t you think prying into Jotaro-san’s life is a bit… rude?” Being the good student that he was, Koichi spoke up, to which Josuke didn’t mind one bit.

“You say that but look where you are right now man.”

“W-Well that’s because you 2 told me that we’d be hanging out and do some other stuff like buy some ice cream or go to the arcades and not,” the short student flailed his hands to the window. “This.”

“Just imagine you’re doing this for Rohan,” the pompadour student said. “You know how that man’s obsessed with people biography.”

“Besides look,” Okuyasu pointed out for everyone to see the lone woman sitting by one of the tables in front of the café drinking her cup of coffee, dressed to impress with a white turtleneck, long beige pleated skirt and same-colored trench coat hanging off her shoulders. “Still not over the fact she’s his.”

“Tell me about it.” Josuke mumbled, growing bored from waiting.

Though not for long when a taxi stops nearby and a tall man, donned in his white coat and hat, stepped out of the vehicle. Josuke swatted everyone to pay attention as the marine biologist approached the Café.

He didn’t know what to expect knowing how Jotaro’s personality. Being honest with himself, he envisioned the guy to change his demeanor when it came to meeting with you- he’ll kiss you on the cheek, hold your hand, or something.

The trio watched as he walked to the table you were occupying, catching your attention in the process and drawing a wide smile from your face. “Let’s see…”

But none of what Josuke imagined played out. Instead, Jotaro simply bowed his head to greet you and you did the same as he occupied the seat across from you. And from there on, you 2 just… talked. No romantic gesture of holding hands or flirtatious chitter-chatter.

“Oi Josuke, are you sure that’s Y/N?” Okuyasu muttered, not withdrawing his gaze at the supposed couple still engaged in a standard conversation. “This is too stale for them to be a married couple.”

“No doubt that’s her. The scar’s too distinguishable on her face,” Josuke remarked, pointing out the faint jagged scar running diagonally from your forehead down to your right cheek, and a smaller one across the bridge of your nose.

“Also, we don’t know the extent of how marriage life works so I don’t think we should judge,” Koichi added.

“Okay Mr. I-got-a-sociopathic-girlfriend-that-I-may-or-may-not-marry-in-the-future.”

“D-Don’t bring Yukako into this!”

With that, they continued to observe you and Jotaro still on that table, talking things out without anything special going on. And while Josuke did agree with his best friend that this was too simple for a couple interaction, he could pinpoint the subtle detail of the biologist’s expression every time you talked.

He had a small smile on his face with his attention fully drawn onto you with a soft gaze to pair. You, on the other hand, mirrored his expression albeit with a bit more energy and sparkle to your gaze. Even though they were simple talking, he could see some aspects that did hint to them being a legitimate husband and wife duo.

After what felt like 30 minutes, the pair stood and went off to a different direction. Naturally, the watching students followed suit while still trying to keep themselves hidden and in the shadows.

On the way, the trio watched them continue in a quiet conversation. Alright, maybe they’ll do something mid-walking, right?

And no. You 2 still didn’t do anything remarkably cute or romantic much to Josuke’s and Okuyasu’s disappointment. “I think we’ve seen that they’re an ordinary couple together for years. We should probably end this please?” Koichi whispered. “You know Jotaro-san’s too much of a reserved man for PDA.”

“Yeah, but Y/N’s the opposite,” he puffed his chest in defiance. “Koichi, I’m not giving up until I’ve seen those 2 pull out the love bomb and I don’t know, making-out in some discreet alleyway,” Josuke crossed his arms. “Mmm, okay that last line sounded weird but you get the point- Ow what?”

The pompadour student said as Okuyasu swatted him in the shoulder, causing him to look at the direction the latter was pointing at.

Ahead of them, you were giggling, so much so that you couldn’t control your body as you bumped yourself against Jotaro’s side still in the middle of your gleefulness. The notable thing was the other’s response.

Where in a different situation he would shove a random female away from him, the biologist merely looked at you with attentive eyes, a hand coming up to wrap itself around your waist to stabilize you. You let out one last laugh and did one cute little nuzzle on his chest before pulling yourself upright and continuing a normal conversation.

All while Jotaro remained focused on you with no judgement to his stance.

Josuke, Okuyasu, and even Koichi had to keep themselves together from cooing or being overly giddy at the sight. That was something!

The teenagers found out that their destination was to sit in the benches situated near the coast of Morioh where the sun had begun to set off into the horizon, painting the sky a warm orange. They made themselves comfortable behind a nearby thicket of bushes, watching the couple take their seats side-by-side.

“Alright. I’ll be you all that they are going to lean their heads together at some point within this hour,” Josuke muttered, unknowing he sported a mischievous grin while watching them.

“Well, I bet they’re gonna kiss in some way because look at the sunset dude. No one’s gonna pass a romantic opportunity,” Okuyasu wagered, also grinning the same way.

“I’m betting that you guys are still being weird by doing this in the first place,” Koichi whispered.

“We know but you’re with us so you are part of this too,” Josuke replied. “Don’t lie, you got giddy too when you saw them be cute for a second.”

Koichi fumed an embarrassing pink. “H-Hey!”

“Shh! Shut up they’re doing something!” Josuke said as all 3 peered closely at the sight of both of you staring into each other’s eyes with a smile coupled with that look they gave each other. “Oh my god they’re staring at each other’s lips.”

“I’m gonna get my money’s worth after this,” Okuyasu snickered to himself.

Aware of their position, all 3 students held onto each other, bracing as you and Jotaro started to slowly inch their faces together, eyes falling shut.

Josuke and Okuyasu chanted to themselves in hushed whispers. “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Ki-!”

Only for all 3 to cry out in surprise as their ankles were grabbed, pulling them out of hiding and leading them towards the couple while upside down, seemingly anticipating for their arrival.

What the. Josuke looked up to see what grabbed their feet only to find translucent rose-gold silk fabrics wrapped around his, Okuyasu’s, and Koichi’s ankles. He traced the fabrics’ length until his sights ended up landing on a feminine, veiled Stand being responsible for their capture.

“Hi boys, being opportunistic little voyeurs now, are we?” You said, chipper and bright.

“I figured you 2 might have plans to watch me ever since I fetched Jolyne from you,” Jotaro sighed. “Didn’t expect Koichi to come with you though.”

“We’re sorry Jotaro-san! Y/N-san! I didn’t know they were dragging me into this!” Koichi said with panic in his voice.

“How did you know we were watching you?” Josuke asked, to which you huffed in amusement.

“The glass pane of the store across from the café wasn’t exactly tinted in any way shape or form.” You said with casual ease. “Besides, I could sense your beady little eyes observing me and husband from a mile away.”

“We could also hear you following us from behind,” Jotaro added. “Your attempts at being quiet was weak.”

“I told you to stay quiet,” Josuke hissed at Okuyasu beside him.

“No, you didn’t liar.” The latter hissed back. “Also told you that the windows were too clear.”

“How was I supposed to know you were being 100% sure?”

“Why were you watching us?” The adult said, his arms crossed and glare pointed mostly at the arguing duo. “Don’t bullshit me. Get straight to the point.”

“Don’t wanna be Rohan here but,” Josuke sighed in defeat. “We were just curious about your personal life because you’re always this cool, kickass, mentor-figure every time you were around us that seeing you being someone else besides that badass image was interesting.”

“We also didn’t think of talking to you because you’re kinda too intimidating for us to ask anything about personal stuff.” Okuyasu supplied.

At that comment, the marine biologist let out a groan, tipping his hat over his face. “Why do people keep saying I’m still intimidating?” He mumbled under his breath. “Thought I worked on that.”

You smiled in endearment and poked his cheek. “You still look cool and handsome either way love.” You turned your attention to them. “You know, you could’ve just asked me instead if you were scared. I’m always open to answer queries about Mr. Kujo here.”

“You’re kinda new around here so we weren’t sure how to approach you yet.”

You cooed. “You don’t have to worry about anything. If you want, I can treat you guys to somewhere around the place so we can get to know each other better, and maybe then you can ask whatever. Sounds fair?”

All 3 nodded.

“That’s great to hear. With that out of the way…” Josuke felt his body move around until he stood upright once again on the grass alongside his 2 best friends. “There you go.”

Hold on a minute. The fabrics. The veiled entity. “Y/N, you’re a Stand user too?!”

You raised a brow and replied with the same tone and bright smile. “Of course! That’s one of the reasons Jotaro fell in love with me in the first place.”

The said man turned to you with concern etched on his face. “That’s not-“

“I said one of the reasons. I know you love me more than the fact that I have a Stand,” You said, reassuring your husband. His tense posture relaxed in an instant the moment you clasped your left hand with his, unintentionally showing off both your wedding rings.

“Oh my god, you two are married,” Okuyasu blurted out, watching you two speak in hushed tones. “Yukako could never.”

“I said don’t bring her into this!” Koichi whined.

“Oi.”

They shut up the second Jotaro spoke. “You heard what Y/N said. If you have any questions about me or my family, approach my wife. I don’t want to see any of you stalking us again. Clear?” He said, sharp and authoritative.

All 3 teenagers responded with an equally sharp yet nervous “yes sir!”.

“Now would you excuse us,” you said as you stood with your husband following suit. “We’re heading back to the hotel now.”

You waved. “Be on your way now boys.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Mn… ahn ah ahh...,” you gasped, your hands clawing your husband’s back as he bounced you on his cock while he held your waist close to him. “’M close…,” you whimpered at the harsh buck of his hips into you.

You couldn’t process what just happened. The moment you 2 stepped into your shared bedroom, Jotaro was on you, lips locked together as he lifted you off the floor, your legs locking themselves around his waist, bringing you to the foot of the bed where it took him a skillful 2 minutes to rid you of your panty and for him to unbuckle his belts, unzip his pants, and bring his cock out to lodge itself into you.

Your choked moans grew higher in pitch, white hot pleasure building up in you with every thrust until you let out a silent scream, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you trembled and clamped around him, riding out your orgasm.

Jotaro was soon to follow, his grunts growing louder and his pace turning erratic until he crossed the edge and came with a loud groan, filling your insides with his release.

Panting, you lifted your head off his shoulder and rose a hand to cup his face, guiding it towards you. Automatically, both of you pressed your lips together to share one more passionate kiss as you both reeled down from your highs.

You were the first to pull back with a string of spit still connected in-between your tongues. You giggled, your voice breathless. “I almost forgot you were such an exhibitionist back then.”

Jotaro hummed. “You aren’t wrong, but we were in public. It’s a different case.”

“But the same concept jagi.” You placed another chaste kiss on his lips and smiled. “I’m glad you decided to play along when I told you they were watching us from across the street.”

He closed his eyes and smirked, letting out an amused huff. “Haven’t played ignorant for a while now. It’s refreshing to remember.”

You sighed and nuzzled into his neck, despite having to endure the uncomfortable sensation of your now-sticking turtleneck. “Maybe we should do that more often just for the kick of it.”

Guiding you gently off of him, he shifted you a bit until he was able to carry you in a bridal style position. Your arms wrapped around him reflexively. “We should clean up first. Only when we’re both washed and settled is when we’ll continue discussing future endeavors.”

“Ooh so orderly of you Mr. Kujo,” you drawled out, playfully ruffling the hairs at the back of his neck. “You never fail in reminding me how much I love the strong, serious husband of my life.”

Jotaro smiled at that and out of endearment, pressed a light kiss on the crown of your head.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #jotaro kujo

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ghetsis · 6 months

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[Previously...]

"Come, Kyurem. Let's not keep our Champion waiting."

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His heart pounded with anticipation as he marched through the Pokemon League. He was almost certain that the last brat to stand in his way would be waiting for him and his blood simmered with the heat of vengefulness. The elevator refused to unlock and so he had Kyurem persuade it with Fusion Flare. A slab of fallen rubble was enough to pave a path to the Champion's chamber. However, he'd be disappointed to not find any of the storied foes he was eager to crush.

"Ah. Drayden's girl. My, you've certainly grown."

"W-what are you... doing," Iris questioned as her Haxorus stepped forward to defend her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ghetsis smiled.

"I'm here to claim my title as Unova's Champion." Ice permeated from Kyurem's footsteps as they moved forward to meet the opposing dragon. "I wonder, are you here of your own merit or of your mentor's political influence? I guess we'll find out. Kyurem, Freeze Shock."

Again, a cloud of frost enveloped the battlefield and Iris hurriedly commanded a Dragon Rush attack from Haxorus. The super-effective damage was respectable, but more important was how the move disrupted Kyurem's attack and spared Iris's partner from a possibly lethal blow. Ghetsis maintained his smile, but his upper lip twitched with annoyance.

"I see Drayden taught you well," Ghetsis admitted. "A shame he's not here to watch. Or perhaps it's for the best. After all, what loving guardian wants to see their protégé utterly fail. Dragon Pulse!"

Now, Haxorus was given no time to counter and it took only took a single blow for Iris's partner to fall.

"Oh, my... Was that really your ace," Ghetsis mocked. "I suppose that doesn't bode well for the rest of them, now does it?"

"Well, go on, then. Don't keep me waiting."

Indeed, the rest of her team fared no better. Iris had battled splendidly, but even her best hits from her strongest moves failed to surpass the power of three divine dragons in one. With only Kyurem at his side, Ghetsis had defeated the Pokemon League.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Ghetsis cooed. "You stood no chance from the start. A worthy effort for the last battle you'll ever have."

With all formalities out of the way, Ghetsis ascended with Kyurem to the top of the temple. He looked out over the vast expanse of the region yet to realize it was already his. He gazed upon his eager followers ready to seize or destroy what didn't readily submit. To them, he raised his cane high above his head.

"Team Plasma! Today we stand at the pinnacle of success! Today you bear witness to the birth of a New Unova and the threshold of a new world! Now, Kyurem! Let my Ideals be Truth! Return this world to it's original state and sever the bonds of people and pokemon!"

[To be continued...]

#ↂ age of liberation ; victory v #drabble #AoL drabble part 4 #I thought this would be the last one but no lmao #it's a 5 part series ig

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eclecticsophism · 7 months

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study/gradblr post! welcome to my 2nd year of MA

don't have any photos for this week bc my phone broke!!! using an older phone that toes the line between smart phone and feature phone atm.

in sum: in the last two weeks I've moved back to the city, completed initial training for my new job, started my new job, and started a new academic term! has been v hectic and i look forward to falling into a routine and consistent flow state. a lil stumbly atm!

my job is very outward facing and a significant part of it puts me in a mentor role -- i'll begin to see students on tuesday which is nervewracking but i'm looking forward to it. there's also the possibility that i'll be offering services in another lang coming up, we'll see

i also got an update about who my potential thesis advisor will be! for context: i need to have a confirmed thesis advisor by this term in order to complete my degree w/i my aspired timeline (re: fall 2024 being my term where I tie up the loose ends). i've spent a considerable part of my summer doing preliminary work to narrow my topic and develop a working knowledge base, BUT despite interacting with quite a few instructors I hadn't received a straight answer and have been low-key stressed. however, i met with one of my instructors yesterday to talk about coursework in my class with him and he told me what he was thinking about and that he had plans to bring the matter up in an upcoming faculty meeting (??? this is what happens when only 2 people in ur cohort are doing the thesis option supongo). it's been extra complex this year bc one of the instructors that also specializes in discourse analysis is on sabbatical -- so all thesis students wanting to do discourse analysis are going to this instructor. but the cool news is i might be able to have the instructor who i piloted my thesis w/ (who's technically in a different department, but also not really bc he has an office in the dept and teaches classes in the dept/crosslisted with the dept lolol) as my advisor???? and he actually might be more comfortable with this topic than the suggested advisor bc he's familiar with online community research. he and i also have research interests that extremely align so it would be a privilege to work with him :(( keeping my fingers crossed

in terms of coursework: i have a lot of readings to do (today actually o_o) but my classes seem really interesting and it's so nice that i get to see my friends again

i got what i think is food poisoning (?) between tuesday and thursday which made this week a lot rockier than I had wanted it to be :(( feeling a lil better now but am looking forward to feeling More Like a Human soon

shout out to all my studyblr/gradblr friends ily

#ngl writing this as a mini procrastination before doing this semiotics hw assignment that i need to get done today #welcome to freewrite city #gradblr #personal #michelle's thesis

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cheswirls · 1 year

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have been messing w my alola prev-gen plot lately and i keep seeing art of these two together as young trainers so i thought i would try a different sort of prev-gen for a bit. (:

[multi-part pre-dppt drabble(s). 1/? cynthia & sycamore & rowan]

the professor's summer intern picks him up from the airport.

cute, stubby, pumped full of life, and definitely younger than he. augustine cannot contain his disappointment at having his first in-person meeting with his mentor postponed. he was hoping for a grand tour around jubilife to mark his first day in the sinnoh region, but this, too, doesn't go as expected.

shirona, she introduces herself as. carefully, and without any excess language. she's clearly expecting him to attempt conversation with an odd assimilation of broken basic in a tongue heavy with his foreign accent. augustine surprises her by a near-perfect greeting, muttered over his shoulder while he hefts his one suitcase from the conveyor belt. (of course he could speak and understand basic – he'd needed to in some degree in order to make his research study here worthwhile.)

once they're out of the airport and on the streets, shirona takes one is his bags and tosses the strap over her shoulder so it hangs off of her back. she grabs his now-free hand and starts pulling him down the road. "c'mon, sandgem isn't far! nothing like a quick nature walk around here."

"and the professor will be there?" he asks, forcing his light frown into a neutral line. his shoes, unlike her travel boots, aren't really made for a 'brisk trip through nature'. which is on him, actually. he knew field work would be a big part of his tasks here. his other shoes were in his carry-on.

"no," shirona leads, trailing augustine's disappointment in her wake. "professor rowan had an errand to run today. that's why he sent me to get you! well, that's part of the reason, but–" she stops, mouth held open with no sound to be heard. after a moment she picks up the pace and allows her lips to curve into a soft grin. "nah, it's not that important."

exiting through the city gates leaves them in the midst of a sprawling wild space. shirona confirms he has a pokemon on him before sliding a pokeball of her own out of a pocket of her coat. she enlarges it for easy access and starts leading him through the maze, claiming a shortcut to rowan's lab.

some of augustine's sourness dies down as they begin to encounter wild pokemon. it's not much, the same four or so species, but it's enough to capture his curiosity. his companion is happy to explain to him the basics, and then augustine simply observes from there. moves, nuances, natures, size, everything his eyes and ears can track he inputs into his brain for safekeeping, until he can sit down later to jot it all down for real.

(shirona's partner is a gible. it comes as a shock. one that leaves him fingering the switch to his own gible's pokeball every now and then. her gible looks healthy, and just as peppy as its trainer. happy. excited to be there. it gives the young trainer more credibility in his eyes, probably more so than anything else she's done since they've met. probably the most credible thing she can do, in his eyes – demonstrate a great relationship with a hardy and stubborn breed of pokemon. it's well-known, after all, that dragon-types are the most difficult to train.)

just when he thinks he may be getting used to her loud company, the route opens out, and their first steps into sandgem send his mind tumbling down many other directions, leaving the quiet musings to die.

"pro~fes~sor!" shirona calls as soon as she throws the front doors to the lab wide open. "oh, wow, it's a wreck in here."

no one answers her call. augustine squeezes past and stands just left of the doorway, grip on the handle of his suitcase growing tight as he takes in the disaster of scattered papers and loose power cords.

"huh." shirona doesn't enter further. she sets one hand on her hip and the other under her chin, lost in thought. it's just enough hesitation to make augustine realize this condition isn't normal. isn't standard. that something is most likely wrong.

"sycamore, sir, wait here a moment."

augustine glances back over from where he'd been looking around the chaos of the lab. before he can get a word in, shirona has already darted off, heading deeper into the lab. her tight expression he catches a glimpse of is enough to set him on edge. he releases the suitcase handle to pull out gible's pokeball in its stead.

a minute passes with no signs of life. he's just taking a step forward, mind made up to seek out the girl, when the sound of someone running across the hardwood echoes back to him. shirona appears around the corner, harried, and waves a handwritten note around above her head in a frenzy.

"the lab pokemon are all gone!" she calls out. "they made a mess and then took off! this is terrible, really, if the professor comes back to this there will be big trouble!!"

"what kind of trouble, exactly?"

augustine's eyes widen at the sound of the gruff voice behind him, and shirona gulps, echoing his panic and then swallowing it with a squeak, arms moving behind her to hide the note.

when he turns around he finds himself face-to-face with his pokemon studies research mentor for the next six months.

"it's nothing, professor rowan, i just made a mess!" shirona confesses.

the door shuts with a loud clank by aid of the hand not holding a hefty briefcase. professor rowan takes this same hand and smoothes out his mustache, giving himself time to formulate a reply.

"you're much too well-behaved for something of this caliber," he decides. beside him, augustine nearly blanches. her? described like that??

then those same stern eyes are on him and augustine feels all the fight drain out of his body.

"you're the young sycamore, i take it?" he asks. augustine nods, all he can manage for the moment, but it's not ill-received, which is better than nothing at the moment. "maybe you can explain to me what is going on?"

"some, uh." he swallows rough. "some pokemon escaped, sir. apparently."

rowan's stare turns back to shirona in quick order, so fast that she surrenders the note to him out of pure intimidation before he can get another word out.

"we just got here ourselves," she confesses, head held low.

"then you cannot be held at fault," rowan states after giving the note a brief once-over. "i will still need your assistance, however."

shirona nods, standing to full height. her earlier confidence is still nowhere in sight, but there's some color to her face once again, which is a good sign.

"and you."

augustine gulps and stands at attention. the professor looks at him funny but doesn't question it. his eyes land on gible's pokeball and a twinkle gleams in their depths. they move around the lab's entrance next while he stuffs the paper into his coat pocket, observing all the deficits for himself.

"i'll give you the choice this first time," he decides. he might be smiling, but honestly, it's a little hard to tell from underneath the facial hair. he certainly seems more amused than he should be, given the condition of his laboratory. "you can stay behind and help me organize this mess, or set off with shirona to help locate the missing pokemon." one of his brows raises. "i will warn you. sorting paperwork is very boring. by far the least glamorous aspect of being a researcher."

"that's not a choice at all!" shirona exclaims, coming forward to take augustine's free hand. "of course he'd rather adventure with me! you can read reports to him all summer long. he only has one first day in sinnoh, and the sun's still up!"

"and?" the professor glances around her to meet his gaze once more. "what say you?"

"we won't come back until we find the pokemon," he promises.

the comment is shirona-approved, by the grin the shoots him. she doesn't give rowan a chance to reconsider, pulling them both from the lab with a shout about exploring –erm, checking– the beach first.

"but it's so cold out," he protests. "is the sea really worth seeing right now?"

her laughter rings loud in his ears. "absolutely."

#writing #dppt #pkmn #champion cynthia #professor sycamore #oops i didnt realize sycamore didnt have a first name in jap vers #i borrowed the english one and then jus kept the eng tree names HAH #but um in the future using jap naming schemes for sinnoh chars so (:#ill come up w a tag after another part ig

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danepopfrippery · 6 months

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Im sitting here writing fixit fic and i the film nerd in me finally put together the prblm of s1 vs 2. Strictly a media literacy thing, and its gonna sound insane:

S1 was the muppets. Sure u cared about kermit and piggy, but you also cared about fozzie and the swedish chef and and and. While it had some save the cat beats (iyky) its hard to make a piece of film/tv that doesnt. Thats been the formula since birth of a nation.

You could say it had some if u will star wars og trilogy vibes (ive never seen them so this is by osmosis only)…but like if u made luke and han fall in love not leia and han.

What made it sing was the drama didnt outweigh the comedy and it had moments just to be silly. They slotted nicely with the drama.

S2 is star wars og trilogy instead which is obviously a heavier show/s than any muppet shit. Muppets have some dark times (opening of any of their films will show u that) but the silliness and camaraderie outweigh.

Star wars u got camaraderie but not much silly. Its more action and drama. And david jenkins is the perfect age to have those films shape his whole being (whether hes a fan or not). Instead of kermit meeting luke (yoda was fozzie bear guys) you have almost a shot for shot remake just w muppets instead. The group/family is less important, its now about Luke and Han (and leia i guess). There were various bad guys in the films but the father figure was obvs darth vader (father of luke and leia). He and yoda both figure in thru most of the films. Yoda appears as a sort of spirit guide and while not the literal father hes who luke thinks of in that vain.

So basically you have Izzy shoehorned into a Yoda/darth Vader slot when in s1 he maybe at best was weakly some of their characteristics. Vader’s hate of dumb rebels who actually win in the end, vader wanting to stick to how its been death star and all that shit. But he really fits neither til we get Stede’s taught him everything he knows line. Now izzy is ed’s mentor, when in no way or form was that ever shown before. David goes almost beat for beat from there incl killing Izzy, stealing Han’s ‘i know’ to love u line.

It went from something quite unique especially today in corporate ai generated bs media to yet another white dude remaking star wars out of his childhood fantasies. Extra rich given taika was to direct a star wars and maybe still will but seems to have even less fandom for it than i (i love me some carrie fisher thank you).

Thats why it was such a whiplash

#ofmd #our flag means death #david jenkins #ofmd meta

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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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never alone (3) | OT7

Pairing: friendships w/ OT7 and pregnant!reader (non-idol!AU)

Genre: angst, oc finding herself

Warnings: office gossip, feeling of loneliness, talks of pregnancy, navigating an unexpected pregnancy

Word count: ~1.9K

Author's Note: i started this fanfic when i thought i was pregnant (very important for y'all to practice safe sex, srs) and i know that my ex would be a dead-beat, toxic man who wouldn't step up and just added the boys because i know that they would support me x3

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You’re a nervous wreck. The meeting is nowhere near finished but here you are tearing up the last corner of your notes.

You’ve heard the rumors that are being spread around the office, because you have Jin as your work bestie, who seems to know all the tea. He knows there’s nothing going on between you and your boss, but he doesn’t know that you’re pregnant.

Although, you are starting to show more at 13 weeks. You’ve tried to wear oversized sweaters and jackets all this time and for the most part it keeps your belly hidden.

But sometimes as you quickly glance in the mirror, your baby bump is more noticeable and it makes you happy. You’ve made it to the 2nd trimester even though you felt nauseous the whole first trimester.

But today you don’t feel as nauseous. You were even able to smell the flowers that Yoongi gave you without having the need to throw up. And Yoongi only gave you flowers because your pregnancy hormones had you crying for not receiving flowers, though there was no real reason to receive them in the first place.

You spend the next half hour practicing quiet breathing exercises during the meeting, which was good for you since your doctor recommended it. And without paying much attention, you realized all of the people are staring at you now.

“Miss Y/N would like to share something with the team” your boss says as he urges you to stand before he takes a seat himself. You take a deep breath before speaking. You look at Jimin, who’s the gossip of the office and smile.

This isn’t unusual for your company. When there’s an announcement to make within your team, whether a birthday, engagement, or any reason to celebrate, you’re more than welcome to share it amongst the team. And now the spotlight is on you.

“I have heard some interesting rumors circulating our office and I just wanted to share this with you all before this meeting ends” you begin, looking to your boss for approval. And he nods for you to continue.

“I’m in my 2nd trimester” you begin to explain, unzipping your jacket to show off your bump. “I had a really rough first 13 weeks, but I promise to be on top of my game for the next 20 weeks or so” you say, rubbing your belly while showing off a genuine but nervous smile.

You get a lot of surprised looks but you eventually get a lot of hugs, especially from Jin and your CFO who is also your mentor. She has been like your 2nd mom since you’ve joined the company.

“Wow, you’ve hid this for 13 weeks? I would’ve shown after the first month” one of your coworkers jokes around and soon enough everyone is asking you a series of questions regarding your pregnancy.

You look to your boss before continuing and answer a couple of questions before Jimin obnoxiously asks, “So who's the baby daddy?” And suddenly the room fell quiet.

He didn’t ask to be malicious. But he also knew you were single as single can be. And you’re sure it was a question everyone else had in mind too. You look to Jin for answers, as if he would know. But before you could answer, your boss stands up and clears his throat.

“Okay team, we’ll call it a day. Please send your reports to me by the end of the week. Thank you” he says as he fixes his tie that didn’t need fixing. He looks at you and you give a small bow, thanking him for saving you.

You’re one of the last ones to leave the meeting room, taking your time as some of your coworkers congratulate you before leaving. Jin and Jimin stay behind and wait.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” Jimin says as he shoots you a guilty stare. “I didn’t mean to put you on blast. I don’t know where my filter is at times” he says as Jin punches him to get him to stop talking.

“It’s okay Jimin” you say, unbothered by it all “.. It’s my ex’s baby”. You know he’s going to end up telling the rest of the team, but in a sense it’s better for them to hear it from him than from you. You couldn’t bear to see everyone’s reaction.

“Wow. 13 weeks though Y/N? How do you feel?” Jin asks as you all walk out of the meeting room and head out the building. You tell them that even though it’s an unfortunate situation, you’re just thankful that you and your baby are healthy.

“You take the subway to work though, right? Do you need a ride or something?” Jin suddenly asks. You shake your head and smile.

“No thank you. My friend’s gonna give me a ride” you say politely. They both give you big hugs before disappearing into the company’s parking garage and you slowly make your way to the coffee shop which is a block away.

“Yoongs, please tell me you have plain bread and ketchup” you say as soon as you see that the store is empty. He looks up to you and gives you a disgusted look.

“That is the weirdest combo I have ever heard Y/N” he says as he looks at you, while you sport the most innocent smile you can offer.

“I’ve been thinking about it the whole way over and it just sounds so good” you say. He offers you bread but no ketchup.

“I can ask Jungkook if he has ketchup,” he says, heading towards the door. Jungkook is the business owner next door and one of Yoongi’s closest friends. They both graduated in business and have been in an unspoken friendly competition since.

You give him a thumbs up as he heads out the door while you look at the bread. You’re so excited to eat, that when you hear the door open again, you jump and yell out of excitement.

“Oh shit!” Is all you hear from a voice that is not Yoongi’s. You look at the man who’s ducked down for a quick second as he looks at you.

“Y/N?!” He says in shock and looks straight to your belly that’s exposed since you took off your jacket.

“Namjoon?!” You say at the same time, watching his stance (but not realizing how he’s staring at your belly), as you suddenly giggled. “What’s wrong?”

It takes a second for him to respond as he suddenly becomes aware of why you were the way you were when you first met. And it takes another second because your scream scared him half to death.

“Your scream scared me,” he says after catching his breath. “I was expecting Yoongi and silence,” he says nervously as he chuckles. He looks down to your bump again, but this time you caught him staring.

“Oh yeah, he’s actually getting ketchup for my bread. I’d offer you some, but me and baby are so..” you stop yourself before finishing your sentence. After telling your coworkers, you’d forgotten about informing the rest of the world.

His eyes have grown bigger, but then his smile that shows off his dimple appears on his face. You suddenly get so nervous and dizzy that you end up sitting down.

Just as you were about to explain it all to Namjoon, Yoongi barges in with packets of ketchup in a plastic bag, with Jungkook in tow.

“Oh hey Joonie!” Yoongi and Jungkook say at the same time. But they quickly forget about him as they rush to where you’re seated.

“I explained your craving to Jungkook and he’s never heard of something so insane, he had to witness it himself” Yoongi explains as he shows off his gummy smile. “I hope you don’t mind that you have an audience” he hands you a couple packets of ketchup and you quickly add it to the bread on the plate.

You indulge yourself to your cravings and for a moment you forget about the 3 men in front of you until you hear the click of a camera.

“Yoongs!” You yell as you try to pry his phone from his hand but he’s quicker than you. He chuckles to himself until you join in. “You’re so mean,” you say before sticking your tongue out to him.

“I just have to document this moment” he says and you realized you had two other men staring at you. You offer your dinner to them but they all reject it.

“Hi Y/N. I’m Jungkook. Yoongi hasn’t properly introduced us” he says as he waves to you as if you were a child. But you just smile and nod as you finish the food in your mouth.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook. Thank you for letting me entertain you” you say jokingly, and all of you start laughing.

And almost immediately you start tearing up. The boys' eyes all widened and they all suddenly felt guilty for no reason.

Namjoon quickly grabs you a tissue and you start to apologize.

“I’m so sorry guys. I’ve been more than emotional and I don’t even know why I’m crying at this point” you begin to explain as you now laugh at yourself. You must look like an idiot to these people.

“No, you’re totally okay!” Jungkook says. “My sister was like this too, but more rude than anything. She would be happy one moment and screaming at us for talking right after”. Namjoon and Yoongi also try to talk about their experiences with the pregnant women in their lives.

The four of you talked through the evening and didn’t even realize how late it was getting until Jungkook got a call.

“I gotta go, but it was nice chopping it up with y’all! Y/N, congratulations!” He says as he gives you a big hug. “I’ll see you around” he says, giving you a wink before he disappears into the night.

“We should get going too,” Yoongi says as he starts to close up the store. “Oh wait, why did you come by today?” He asks, staring at Namjoon.

“Oh shoot, I completely forgot!” Namjoon says as he helps you clean up. “I came to tell you that the studio loved our demo! They want to hear another sample by the end of the month!”

Entertained by this back-and-forth conversation between the two, you stuff the last piece of bread and rub your belly in contentment.

Apparently, they’ve both been working in Namjoon’s studio for the last couple of weeks. As much as Yoongi loves his coffee shop, he also wants to expand his horizon, and you’re just nodding with all the positive energy that’s radiating from the two boys.

You can’t help but smile and try to hold back tears of happiness. Curse your pregnant hormones, you think to yourself. You slowly get up to throw away your garbage when you feel someone’s hand on your back.

“You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks from behind you. You look back and smile while nodding.

“Thank you Namjoon,” you say shyly. You’ve never been treated this way, it feels so nice to be taken care of. And not just from Namjoon, but also because of Yoongi and even Jungkook.

“You guys are the best” you say out of nowhere. The two look at you and it looks like they’re both blushing. “I really appreciate you guys” you say more loudly.

You may not be in the best situation, but at least you’re not alone.

#bts fanfic #bts angst #kim namjoon ff #min yoongi ff #kim seokjin ff #park jimin ff #pregnant reader

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manifesting25 · 2 years

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Day 7/100 Days of Productivity

31/05/22

Hellooo peeps!!!

🤣 even tue felt like mon today n I was assuming there's whole week ahead

But the day went good overall. Here's what I did:

1. Againnnnn changed the video of company introduction (for internship).. sir wanted more photos n some other font so did that n finally after lunch at least it got finalized n was sent further for approval

2. Had a orientation meeting w my mentor for the 3CET report I need to submit this week

3. Made the Instagram and Facebook page/accounts for the company (internship)

4. Searched for some recruitment/hiring templates for posts we need to make in a day or two

That's all.. had more fun or actually better experience today, with more people being friendly n all w me in office.. (💀 when leaving had to request one of the guys to remove my activa from double stand cos I couldn't n god knows who put it like that)

And while talking with the ma'am through whom I joined here, she said that sir likes my work n said I'm good 😶‍🌫️ hehe

Yup good day

Cyaaa 🌸

#100 days of productivity #studyblr #studying #indian studyblr #uni student #study inspiration #100happydays #uniblr #positive mental attitude #stay positive #productivity #achieve your goals

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