#the hot lady in the honey queen

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcannons Masterlist

Sexy and Everyday 

A lot are redundant but like oh well lol 😂 I only have so much brain power lol 😂 🙄🙄

WARNINGS: 18+

*This is from my old account so it's the un-updated version since I first wrote it on Google Docs then like a dumbass kept updating on Tumblr lol *

This will be a MASTERLIST of snippets/one shots of them using the pet names!!!

Luffy - mami, mamas, mama, Y/N (I can not stress enough how much he would repeat your name!!) 

Zoro- woman, brat, whore, little girl, princess (in a taunting way-polar opposite to Sanji)

Sanji- my love, princess, daddy’s girl, good girl, pretty girl, mommy

Usopp- mami, babe, baby girl, baby, honey

Franky- darlin, sweetheart, honey, sweetie, baby, pretty lady

Law- baby girl, princess, my love, babe, Y/N (with how hot his voice is he would love saying your name!) 

Eustass- baby girl, kitten, pipsqueak, cock slut, bug, little mamas, cumdump, cry baby 

Killer- darlin, princess, baby girl, little one, baby

Doflamingo- dove, whore, messy girl , love (very rarely would he use ‘love’ but it would mean a lot) 

Sir Crocodile - baby girl, princess, my little slut

Smoker- darlin, sweetheart, love, honey, baby doll

Marco- birdie, mate, baby bird, songbird, little bird (birds birds BIRDS!) 

Thatch- honey, pumpkin, puddin, Angel cakes, sweet pea (food names cause he gives dad vibes 🤤)

Izou- my little cherry blossom, love, dear

Whitebeard-  love, dear, sweetheart, tiny thing, little thing, little one (anything pointing out his size and you can’t tell me no on this 🤣) 

Ace- darling, baby girl, princess, hot stuff, babe (firmly believe he will babe the shit outta you)

Sabo- my love, my dear, cock whore, dumb slut, bitch (just feel like he would love the harsh degradation 🤷‍♀️sorry not sorry 😬) 

Monkey D Dragon- love, dear, sweetheart (him groaning out sweetheart 😮‍💨)

Garp- little one, sweetheart, princess, bratty girl, dirty/messy girl, sweetie, darlin

Akainu- brat, princess, little girl, whore, cumslut, crybaby

Kizaru- lightning bug, my shining star, mamas, baby girl, sunshine (names involving light) 

Aokiji- ice princess, mama, babe, baby, snowflake 

Fujitora- wisteria, darling, my flower, rose, little peony, tiger lily (FLOWERS ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!! Whatever flower you can think of he’s calling you 😍🫶🏼)

Shanks- darlin, baby, baby girl, doll, baby doll, princess 

Benn- doll, baby doll, darling, love, princess

Mihawk- my dear, my love, naughty girl, princess, bloody princess (idk why I picture him speaking Spanish/ Italian saying princessa 😮‍💨😭🤤 idk if he speaks it but shit lol 😂 ) 

Buggy- superstar, rockstar, beauty queen, my diva, doll, clown whore, sugar/sugar bear (what you call him)

X Drake- mate, babe, baby girl, little one

Kaku- lil lady, sweetheart, darling, Raffe (short for giraffe 🦒)

Rob Lucci- Pretty Kitty, kitten, brat, whore, slutty kitty (no way he doesn't have a pet play fetish! ya can’t change my mind on this!)

Paulie- sweetie, pretty girl, darling, baby doll, princess, pretty mamas, my little whore, slut, naughty/dirty/messy girl (secret freak idc! I think he shamed Nami cause he’s a hidden pervert and she was making him feel some kind of way lol 😂 !)

King- my queen, my love, dear, little one, naughty thing

Kaido- little one, whore, brat, bad girl

Vinsmoke Bros- cock whore/slut, brat, woman, slutty puppy/kitty, good girl, pathetic slut, my little whore, mommy (hidden mommy kink!!!)

Red Leg Zeff- princess, sweetheart, kid, honey, doll, darling (old school lol )

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[qcomicsy]

Convos between civilians and vigilantes that I bet that happened Part ll

Gothamite: Honey why don't you come here so I can blow your mind?

Nightwing: You're very kind lady but I have to decline, I mean you're really pretty and nothing against your job but I don't usually pay for these stuff

Gothamite: For you baby I do it for free~

Nightwing:

Batman: Nightwing.

Nightwing: Alright, alright jesus.

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Gothamite, squinting: Wasn't you who broke that tug arm that one time?

Robin (Tim), enjoying Damian is out town: It was my evil twin (lying)

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Gothamite, who's also a stripper: You look like a guy who used to work here

Nightwing:

Red Hood (looking at him):

Red Hood: Nightwing–

Nightwing: So about the bodies found on Upper West Side–

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Henchmen: Yo Bruce–

Henchmen: Bruce Wayne?

Henchmen: Man– he's hot!

Henchmen: Naah

Henchmen: C'mon you telling me you would't ride him until–

Henchmen: Naaaaah

Henchmen: It becomes a core memory.

Red Robin (on the top of the warehouse): I wonder if this fall will kill me.

Spoiler: I'll be right after you.

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Robin (Damian): Don't be stupid that route will take forever

Red Robin: Not if we go around Fashion District.

Robin: Yeah, dumbass and it's a turn. We should go through Fashion District.

Red Robin: I'm sorry do you really want to throw Penguin's territory Right Now?

Robin: I always knew you were a fucking coward– Yes, obviously.

Gothamite: Not to interrupt or anything, but I'm still pretty much tied up right now.

Robin and Red Robin at the same time: Shut up

Gothamite: Okay–

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Batman: Robin call the ambulance.

Gothamite: Please no I really don't have any money.

Batman:

Gothamite bleeding out on the Batmobile in his way to the Wayne Clinic: What does this button do.

Batman: You touch, you go walking.

Gothamite: Alright.

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Gothamite: Ask the gay one–

Red Robin: The fuck you just said to me?

Gothamite:

Gothamite: I was talking about Nightwing

Red Robin:

Nightwing:

Nightwing really trying not to laugh: I don't even have the words for this one hold on.

The other gothamite immediately turning to Red Robin: You're GAY???

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Nightwing doing his acrobatics on stores rooftop's:

Drag Queens from Bludhaven: Heeeeere he comes, *starts snapping their fingers in rhythm* work, work, work

Nightwing *goes along with it*:

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The same Drag Queen later: Ever tried to add vogue to your crime fighting?

Dick, seriously considering:

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Dick after implementing vogue in his crime fighting having the time of his life:

Red Robin: This is getting ridiculous I will have to kill you

Gothamite: Oh my god he's homophobic-

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Gothamite: Do you think that Wayne kid is on Grindr?

Gothamite: Doesn't he have like a boyfriend?

Gothamite: Like that ever stopped you–

Gothamite: Stoooop~~

Red Robin unfortunately in a stake out:

Spoiler: Well are you?

Red Robin: Shut up

Spoiler: I mean it wouldn't be the first time you–

#batfamily shenaningans #Nightwing #Red Robin #Spoiler #Robin #Batman #yes I did open Gotham map in my notebook just for that joke thank you very much

[nerdy-prude]

‼️SPOILERS FOR HATCHETFIELD LORE AHEAD ‼️

Let me introduce you to what I like to call The Lords in Black theory

Notice how in NPMD during The Summoning each of our remaining main characters are told something by a lord in black.

Blinky says: 'We've been watching you, Gracie. Someones been a naughty girl'

Tinky says: 'Oh boy! A Spankoffski! I'm gonna have the whole set in my toy box!'

Nibbly says: 'Stephanie, yum yum!'

Now, as we already know, Hannah is kinda like 'The chosen one' of the Hatchetfield universe. She plays a major part in BF, from the very begining she hates Wiggly. Wiggly on the other hand, is kinda like the leader of his brothers.

In Yellowjacket Hannah is fighting Pokey but she can't defeat her until Lex, a powerfull, MAJOR CHARACTER and her own sister shows up.

It seems as if all of the brothers are somehow connected to one of these major characters. All of these characters are important parts of the story and have shown to be powerful in some way. With Lex and Hannah their power is more clear since they have the gift, but think about it, we don't really know that many people who have had the Black book, even less good people who have had it.

But there is one very much good character who has had and used the Black book. Miss Holloway, everyones favorite witch lady who in every universe fights Wilbur Cross, the guy who has been described as the ultimate bad.

Now some of you might be thinking: "Okay, well that doesn't yet prove anything. There should be bigger evidence if they were actually connected. Their stories should be tied together" Well, funny you should say that! Lets take a deeper dive, shall we?

Wiggly-Hannah

Both are the 'leaders'with the most power. Hannah and Wiggly says to her: "We just keep running into each other, don't we Hannah"

Pokey-Lex

In Yellowjackect it was made very clear that Otho was incredibly powerfull and no one could defeat him. Lex did just that. Also, I am not trying to say any of the brothers are more powerfull than others (well, maybe expect Wiggly) but the thing is, we know that there is a world where Pokey wins. We know his powers. We also know Lex' powers. It would make sense that out off all of them Lex would be connected to her.

Tinky-Peter

Tinky hates Ted with a burning passion, that is why he trapped him. It makes sense that he would be after his brother too. Also kinda unrelated and doesn't prove much but it would be funny that when Peter says: "I have been waiting for what feels like five ducking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate" would have more meaning than just a funny bit. Almost as if he could feel that in another universe five years agohe ordered a hot chocolate and never got it. Like he could sense TIME and SPACE differently?

Nibbly-Stephanie

Whose dad has had the Black book? Oh right, Stephs! And what did mayor Solomon Lauter say abou the black book again? Wasn't it something like: " ...It comes with a price, a terrible price" and "No! I am not touching that book ever again"?

And who has a major part in organaizing the Honey Queen festival? That's right, the mayor! Who has shown multiple rimes they will do anything to keep getting elected? Who has shown to be interested in power? Who has shown to be 'Hungry'?

What if he cast a spell and Nibbly wanted her daughter as a sacrafice? What if he then gave something else. Something that made him bury the book. It might have worked for a while. But Stephanies fate was already sealed. Nibbly still wanted to have Steph tho, he tought she'd be yummy.

Blinky-Grace

Ahh, Grace, Grace, Grace...

I have to admit, she was more of a mystery to me but lets SEE what we can FIND. (Laughs in Jigglypuff)

Grace is the perfect Christian girl. She never does anything wrong! But then she just snaps? She very quickly comes up with a plan on how to hide a body. Then at the end she goes after 'the souls of the pervs'. But to everyone around her she still looks like an innocent young girl. Makes you wonder what else she has hidden. Makes you wonder about the other alternative universes. Maybe Blinky was referring to many different Grace Chasities. He ment the many different things Grace has done bc of her faith and hidden from anyone elses eyes. Only problem for her is that you can't hide anthing from Blinky.

#hatchetfield #starkid #nerdy prudes must die #black friday #nightmare time #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #hannah foster #lex foster #stephanie lauter #pokey #blinky #tinky #nibbly #wiggly #hatchetfield theory

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜ for Aemond and Wylla of Daemon and Sabitha? 👀🥰

anything for you

The world was still dark when she woke, the room still chilled even as spring was rapidly melting into what promised to be a hot summer; the air would be thick, sticky like honeyed wine, and smelling of the brine of the Blackwater. Stars blinked in and out of focus from the window beyond, and for a long moment Sabitha simply stared up at them, watching as the clouds lazily painted themselves in lighter shades of gray. They would turn pink soon, and then gold, and then finally white as the sun rose. 

It was time to get up, to face the day - the sneers and sidelong glances directed at both herself and the princess she now served, as if it was Rhaenyra who had named herself heir, who had commanded the lords of the realm to swear oaths to her. Sabitha blinked the burning behind her eyes away, the loneliness that chewed at her bones and sinews since Aemma had died. She missed her queen, her friend, her - 

She sat up straight as the door cracked, torchlight bleeding through before silver and black blocked it out, and the door closed once more.

“I thought you had forgotten about me,” Daemon drawled from the shadows, and she collapsed back amongst the pillows.

“I apologize for placing priority on my duties, my prince, but alas, we can’t all gallivant as we please.” There was no heat to words, no bite, only a sad truth, her reality. The bed dipped and still she did not look at him, sick with the longing she felt - for him, for freedom, for any life but the one she lived. But his body was weighing hers down now as he rested on his elbow to loom over her, his thumb and finger finding her chin to tilt her face toward his. 

He was smiling, his hair so pale in the light of the moon that fought to keep its hold over the sky. “The only gallivanting I’ve done, my Lady Blackwood, has been with you. Or are you so keen to forget?”

She was not keen to forget; she refused to forget a single second she had spent with him, even stretching back to before they’d acknowledged one another. The first time she had seen Daemon Targaryen, he had not even known she’d existed. She was new to King’s Landing and her position within it, a slight thing of seventeen years, wed only a year to the husband that refused to stay in court for longer than a handful of weeks, ‘only long enough to get you pregnant,’ Theodred would remind her. Daemon had prowled into the throne room that day as if he’d owned it, and his brother had embraced him, welcoming him back from whatever adventure he’d been on. Had anyone else noticed the way Viserys’ eyes hardened as he held his brother? Had anyone cared?

He kissed her, pulling her back to the present, to the warm cage of his arms, and she let him. Let him drag his lips over her jaw and throat to the hollow of her collarbone not covered by her nightgown. 

“You’re the only reason I stay,” he murmured against her skin. She did not correct him, did not remind him how he hated the Vale, how he resented the wife he had there, how the circumstances that sent him to that rugged landscape had stripped the last vestiges of innocence from him. A fear resided in her, in that space between her ribs and heart, that if he looked too closely at their relationship he would no longer see the joy in it, the happiness; that if he saw her for the scared, sad girl that she was, he would wander, taking his attention and affection elsewhere. She knew about Mysaria, had her suspicions that Rhaenyra had turned her eyes toward her uncle, and though it ate at her, she did not complain. 

Sabitha complained about nothing these days, holding ever more tightly to the scraps of comfort she managed to find now that Aemma was gone. 

She tangled her fingers in his hair, felt the silken strands against her skin, and tugged in that way she’d learned he liked; just enough pain to get his attention, to set his blood to blaze. “I’m glad I prove a worthy enough distraction for you, my prince.”

He growled playfully at her use of the title, the hand that held her chin dropping, skating over her chest and ribs to clutch at her shift, to drag it slowly up her thigh. “The worthiest of distractions. You drive me to madness.” There was something in the way he said it, something heavy, something she felt on his tongue as he laved it across her clavicle that gave a glimpse into the depth of his feeling for her. She could not afford to say it and Daemon would never flay himself open in that way, not yet, not when she belonged to another man in the ways that counted. So she spared him, pulling at his hair until his lifted his head, and kissed him silent. “Every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out.”

Laughing, she tugged at the soft linen of his undershirt until his chest and arms were bared to her, pressing kisses to his fair skin. “I burn you? How can that be? I am of the rivers,” she said, nipping hard at his shoulder. He stretched out over her, hitching her knee over his hip, as if they had all the time in the world for lovemaking, as if kings and husbands and prying eyes didn't lurk behind each corner. 

‘How lucky Lady Rhea is that she is far from the Red Keep,’ she thought. How Sabitha wished to take Daemon far from here herself, to disappear into the mists of the Riverlands, the bitter cold and snow of the North, or the billowing smoke of Dragonstone. They could be wild there, they could be free. 

“The rivers and that damnable Vale air,” he answered, mouthing at her linen covered breast. “Ancient blood in your veins and your old gods. You live to inflame me,” he groaned, angling his hips against hers in invitation, his voice lost against her skin.

Once more she laughed, tipping her head back, not realizing she had bared her throat until he was sucking what promised to be a dark bruise against her skin. “Is that what you truly believe I live for?” It wasn’t a serious question, and he didn’t hold any answers for her that she didn’t already know herself. Her hands found his neck, thumbs pressing into his pulse points.

Daemon grinned and she swore she saw a hint of fang in his smile. “Perhaps it is what I live for then. To inflame you.” 

“What power I must hold, to have ensnared a dragon so.”

#daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen fic #house of the dragon fic #hotd fic #hotd #oc: sabitha blackwood #daemon x sabitha #daemon targaryen x original character #my fic

[targaryennumberonelover]

Betrothed.

Summary: In which reader is from the north (house Glover), but is betrothed to Daemon, and is annoyed of the southron ladies at court, and gets very excited to see Cregan Stark when he visits from the North as it reminds her of home. Reader spends a great deal of time with Cregan, who is a very pleased guest, almost completely ignoring her betrothed. This prompts Daemon's jealousy, because who else can have you but him?

Notes: This wound up being fairly vanilla. Also my first proper, non-crack fic. Also my first time on this app + first time writing Daemon; so yay! Big milestone. Saw some other stories on this app and got inspired (+love the font). Idk how to write short stories, so girl is long + very loosely spell/grammar checked (should be ok but some parts might be odd). I personally love the northern reader concept lol, hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, canon-typical misogyny, Daemon Targaryen (man needs a whole warning, bffr)

In Deepwood Motte you detested late summer snows, they ate away the summer of your early childhood. You always envied Winterfell for the boiling water that runs through the castle walls; and rejoiced each time your house stayed as guests there. What you had envied most, as a babe, was warmth of the south. Now, however, that you had arrived in the southron lands, you missed those late summer snows terribly.

The south was unbearably hot, you'd have servants delivering you iced milk each day, and too often would you remind them to keep it unsweetened. The heat was not half as over bearing as the ladies of court and all their gossip. Back home, there was scarcely any gossip or other wasteful activities. You spent your youth being educated by the septa, learning the lady ways, and once you came of age, you spent your time putting those ways into practice.

The southron ladies always bragged of their luxuries, which were considered nonsensical in the north, their sweets and silks and careless grandeur. It was draining, sickening, even. Even ever modest Queen Alicent, soon to be your sister by law, would agree with the court ladies when they offered you a sweet as though it was an thing utterly unknown to your northern self, and on occasion would ask you to try a tart or cake she enjoyed.

The only person's company you could find peace in this blasted place was your betrothed, Daemon Targaryen. He was not overbearing, was not mocking of your northernness, but rather found common aspects in your values. Often, you two would walk together, and when there was a moment of respite from both of your busy schedules, he would take you to the skies on the back of Caraxes. You'd even visited Dragonstone, once, but most briefly.

Today was no different. The summer sun bore down over King's Landing, and despite the lush shade provided by the garden plants and sandy canopies that were stretched over head, you were hot. Despite the thick honey, you sipped on the iced milk gratefully, and made a mental reminder to gift the poor servants who fanned you generously later.

"These cakes are quite nice," one of the southron ladies said, sliding over a plate full of thick, layered cakes that smelt so strongly of sugar you might've smelt them when Daemon offered you a ride on Caraxes, leagues in the sky. You'd much rather be on Caraxes, with Daemon holding you close, leagues in the sky rather than here. You wished he would come and save you, but alas, you were stuck between a rock and several smothering southerners.

You smiled politely and took the smallest bite of one. "You're right, my lady, these are quite... tasty." You lick your lips, and are momentarily forlorn when there's nothing unsweet to remove the thick taste from your mouth.

Another southron lady seems to remember something, and rushes to finish her bite, fanning her hand in the air to invite our attention to her. "Have you heard?" She asks once she has swallowed, "lady [name], this would be of great interest to you, the good northfolk, like yourself, are coming to the Keep for a visit."

Despite the almost taunting way she says 'northfolk,' you find yourself intrigued. "Which house?" You ask, and your curiosity is not unheard. They seem to hold back snickers as another one of the ladies reply.

"The House Stark, and their party." She says, smugly, though you are lost as to why. It baffles you further how they regard the Starks, the wardens of the north, so casually. Did they not realise that every northern house beyond the neck swore their fealty to the Starks? The negative thoughts do not linger long, for you can't help but be excited at the thought of seeing Cregan Stark once more. In your childhood you had become acquainted with him, and his lord father offered your father a place on his table on several occasions, and later on he did the same.

You smile, widely, and ask, "do you know when they are to arrive?"

The southron ladies seem to look amongst each other for a moment, and it is Queen Alicent who replies from behind us. "They are to arrive on the morrow, Lady [Name]." You did not notice her arrival, and all seem to turn and stand to greet her.

"Queen Alicent," you exclaim, rising to bow to her. "I must excuse myself, I'm afraid I must prepare to see my fellow northfolk. I must catch you at court later, your grace." You give the ladies of court a small nod, before slipping away the way Alicent had came, glad to find respite from the suffocation of court.

-

The following morning you had dressed more northernly than you had in your entire stay here. You wore a gown with grey over white, with slim fur trimming, little enough that you wouldn't boil. It felt pleasant to be wearing northern colours once more, over the golds and silvers and silky things the south fashioned themselves in. You even found an old pin with the gauntlet of Glover on it, and wore it most proudly as you broke your fast with the court ladies. It was boring and tiresome, as it usually was, but you braved on without complaint and with a smile until, finally, the word came the Starks had arrived.

It took you little time to find yourself in the vast throne room, standing happily by Daemon, your sweet betrothed, awaiting Cregan Stark and his party. It had been nearly two years since you had last seen the Lord of Winterfell, never finding cause to visit before your betrothal, and finding it impossible to do so after.

"Eager, are we?" Daemon hums, noting your excitement. You do not make it difficult. You're practically jumping up and down in anticipation.

You look up at him with a small chuckle, "yes, I'm afraid so." You say, looking down the length of the throne room, a tad disappointed when there are no northerners marching down the hall. "Whilst the south has it's certain... qualities, it has been difficult not to miss the north."

Daemon only chuckles, seemingly amused by both your enthusiasm and desire not to offend any southerners by your distaste for their society.

When the Starks arrive, murmurs flutter around the hall for a moment, then spread madly like wildfire. They come down the hallway, proud and honourable as the Starks are, and bow down to their king and his new queen. There are compliments exchanged, and brief conversation, all the while you're teetering away, waiting for a moment to greet Cregan Stark; when it finally comes, it feels like you are back home.

"It is good of you to make the trip, Lord Stark," you smile as you speak, "not only for the court, but for myself. It may be selfish, but I've been missing the north terribly."

Cregan laughs, lightly so, at my comment. "And the north as been missing you, Lady Glover. Your house is morose without you, and Deepwood Motte emptier than ever. It is a shame you are not to return, you'd make a fine lady for the north."

You let out a laugh at his words, and speak, almost bashfully, "you are too kind, my lord. I am sure my family is doing fine with out me. I would love to return, alas, my place is in the south now."

Cregan lets out a long sigh, and rests a sympathetic touch on your arm. "Alas indeed, but if you ever feel inclined to visit, both Deepwood Motte and Winterfell would be more than glad to take you." He offers, and you smile warmly up at him. You have missed the north grievously, and it brings you deep comfort to speak with a northerner, and to see the direwolf of House Stark, the embodiment of the north, in plenty now.

"It would be good to have another northerner to keep me company, show me the ways of the south... if you would be so kind, my lady?" Cregan asks after a moment of respite, and you are to kind to decline, too glad to have another north soul to save you from the court ladies to say no.

So, you give him your prettiest smile and say, "of course, my lord. I'd be honoured."

-

Perhaps it was the way he spoke to you, how he called you a lady for the north, never of the north, the sly remarks he would make about the south, of how utterly glad and honoured he would be to take you in the north. Perhaps it was the light touches he placed on your arm, your back, and the way you returned them so innocently. Or, perhaps it was the fact that for the last two day's he had been in King's Landing you had utterly ignored him that made Cregan Stark not sit right with Daemon Targaryen.

More than once he'd clenched his fists and gritted his jaw and ignored the way you two laughed together, the obscene amount of time you spent together. How interested you had been in his gnarly, overgrown dog that slobbered after him everywhere he went. Daemon was left baffled, why would you want a dog when you could have a dragon? He couldn't understand your obsession with the Stark boy, and watching you ignore him and give into the flirtatious prick made him angrier than words could explain.

He didn't know how often his hand strained around his cup until his knuckles went white, or how often he took long sips of his wine to keep himself from saying something that would ruin your happiness. It was the only reason he put up with the ugly cunt as he flirted with you, took advantage of your innocence. He'd longed to kill him, but seeing you more content at court than ever before had prompted him not to.

His patience was wavering thin now, as the two of you sat together, ate together, practically glued at the hip as you laughed over something trivial. Jealousy burned in his stomach, it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

And when the feasting was over, and it came time to dance, he wanted to slam his fist down when the bastard stood up before you. "Your hand, my lady?" He asked, with a gross smirk he was sure you'd perceive as a kind smile. "For a dance." He adds, and it is like a cruel taunt directed to him. Did the boy not know you were betrothed to him? That you were happy with a prince? That you didn't want a little lordling instead?

"Yes, of course," you agree, ever glad to indulge in his northernness. Daemon feels his nails dig roughly into his palms as he clenches his fist, and he doesn't care if he draws blood. All he can feel is horrible, terrible jealousy. You were his betrothed, his and his alone. Who did this winter cunt think he was?

He might've ripped off the bard's head for playing such a jovial tune. He watched as Cregan's hands gripped your waist and twirl you around the room. He reached for his goblet and tilted it it back into mouth, and when it emptied, he jerked over a serving girl and had her fill it to the brim. He'd drank overmuch already, but it was all he could do to not knock that poor boy to his feet like the dog he was.

His eyes remained fixed on you like a predator to prey. He watched as the bastard spun you into the crowd, as he lifted you by your waist, at the wide grin on flashing on your lips. Your pretty lips that were meant to be his, and his alone. He took another long sip from his cup. Through the gowns and the jewels he watched you with the ugly winter dog.

And, when Cregan Stark dipped his head down and whispered something to you, too close to your ear for his liking, making you through your head back in laughter, Daemon had enough. He stood up, his movements too sharp, sending his chair scraping behind him. He navigated his way through the heart of lords and ladies, past some drunken fool lifting a serving girl and spinning her in the air whilst the tray she carried clattered onto the ground.

Soon enough his hand found it's way to your shoulder, and held onto you a little too tight as he yanked you away from your dance with the winter boy. "You don't mind if I share a dance with my betrothed, do you, lordling?" He asked, his tone curt; he saw no reason to give this bastard any respect. Trying to steal his own betrothed from right under his nose. No, he would not have it.

His eyes seemed to squeeze with delight and his smirk widen as he watched Cregan's face twitch. "Of course, my prince," he says with a smile, and a short bout of laughter so fake Daemon might've puked. "I do hope you enjoy your time together." The winter dog says, and lift's up his betrothed's hand and gives it a disgusting kiss. The nerve.

"Thank you," you murmur, ever the sweetheart, as Cregan Stark finally takes his leave. You watch after him as he disappears into the crowd, as Daemon's grip on your shoulder holds you tight against him. Once the Stark boy is well and truely gone into the mass, he releases you momentarily.

When you dance again, it is him gripping your hips, it is him picking you up and twirling you around the room. Exactly the way it should be. "You seemed to be enjoying your time together," Daemon croons, looking down at your face with devilish eyes. There is anger in his voice, but it is swallowed up by his affection for you.

"Yes, I suppose I was." You say, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "IT is nice to have a break from the southron ladies, to have a friend who doesn't mock my northernness."

Daemon's eyes narrow, and he lets out a short hum, his head tilting to a side as he watches you. "I think the little lordling wanted to be more than just your friend, sweet thing." He murmurs.

Your soft expression furrows into one of confusion, and you let out a slight scoff. It's almost amusing how disbelieving you are that pissy lord of the north took an interest in you. "Lord Cregan is merely a friend, I assure you," you say, ever innocent in your ways.

"Oh, my sweet thing, you can not be so naive. Surely you've seen the way that dog eyes you," he says, shaking his head, "it's disgusting, frankly."

You laugh nervously, your head swishing back and forth in denial. "He would never, he knows I am betrothed. I haven't shown any interest in him, regardless." You argue. It's almost frustrating how you jump to defend the boy's actions, but he can not blame you. The ladies of Westeros are often too sheltered, made to think every lord is a gentleman. Sure, you knew of whores and cunts, but Daemon found there was much your sweet, trusting nature kept from your grasp.

He runs a hand gently down your cheek and offers you a kind smile. "Oh, my princess, your betrothal only makes you want him more. Do you not see the strays that sniff under the tables for food just beyond their reach? It matters not if you'll have him or not, he wants you the same." He coos, tilting your chin up to look at him. "The mutt wants something nice to warm his tiny little cock, and what better than a prince's wife?"

"Even if what you say is true," you pause for a moment, perhaps you're contemplating the truth of his words, or uneasy by his vulgar language. With a weak smile but a firm gaze, you finish, "I would never entertain his desire."

Daemon smirks at that, "of course not." He says, proudly so. "Why walk a bitch when you can ride a dragon?"

#daemon x you #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #targaryen #cregan stark #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen being daemon targaryen #hotd imagine #hotd #asoiaf #asoif fanfic #asoif/got #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #daemon x oc #house of the dragon #matt smith #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon fan fiction #asoiaf/got #asoiaf fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fanfiction #jealous!daemon targaryen #jealous!daemon targaryen x reader #cregan stark x reader #lowkey #daemon targaryen x y/n

[vantedaes]

Not shy! 1/5 (Leon x F!Reader)

Author: @vantedaes Editor: @141s-chewtoy Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x fem reader! Word count: 2.350k Tags/Warnings: MDNI (+18) age gap, Banter, pining, romance, flirting, shy (introverted :p) reader, fluff, miscommunication, eventual smut, maybe slow burn? we'll see.

Summary:  1/5 When senior agent Leon Kennedy joined your unit the last thing you were expecting is for him to pay any attention to you let alone make you his partner, you, the outcast, shy, and officer rookie from the whole unit.

And it wouldn't be a problem if he didn't find pleasure in driving you crazy.

A/N: So here we at with my first fanfic in a long ass time (Also my first one in English be nice it's not my first language!) So i just wanted to make a wholesome banter with Death island Leon in mind! there will be eventual smut but later so buckle up to some old slow burn.

Thanks to my girl, the one, the only, the QUEEN: @141s-chewtoy for editing this nonsense and making it better and greater, ilysm bestie.

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When you first met Leon you thought he would never even grant a glance at you. 

As an officer researcher rookie, you were usually picked on and the spot of jokes from your whole department, it didn’t help you were the first woman to achieve that high-ranking position. It should mean you receive respect from others, right? Well apparently not, and you knew that it was partly your fault, you’ve always been introverted and also maybe kind of a pushover. 

So maybe being the target of jokes from the whole station and also having no other friends than the lunch lady —Sandy, god bless her heart, and her delicious croquettes—, was enough to make you invisible, and you were fine with that, mostly, it helped you not attract too much-unwanted attention which you hated but it also made you the odd one out that you also hated, but in the scale of things you’d rather be the quiet girl of the unit. 

Therefore you didn’t even make an effort to leave your office when everyone was running laps because the great senior agent Leon Kennedy was coming down the department.

You figured that he was another know-it-all dickhead, that would only come to you to shove your face in his big achievements and how he single handedly saved the president’s daughter and some many other stuff, cause yes you did peek at his file —What? you have access to it, you were the intel and researcher of the unit, and you had to—  Suuure, he was jaw-dropping gorgeous to say the very least but that was not the reason you sought shelter in your office, no, you just knew he had to be a fucking asshole like all the others you worked with. 

Of course, you couldn't hide forever, as much as you wanted to. Eventually, you had to face the man of the hour and oh boy you were nervous… you were so nervous that Sandy had to give you a pep talk for you to just do your job

“Girl I know he’s hotter than the Sahara desert but you can’t just miss out on your job! the guy’s been asking for the researcher for days now he thinks you’re a slacker.” 

“I’m not hiding because he’s hot! I’m just…scared he’s an egocentric idiot.” 

Sandy gave you the most ‘you think I believe an ounce of that?’ look she had ever given to you. 

“For sure honey and that’s why you have been eating in the kitchen and actively avoiding your work that you never do cause you practically breathe for this job.” 

Ugh, you hated how right she was and how much she knows you.

“Whatever.  It’s not because he’s hot, I’m just…busy with personal stuff.” 

Oh, the way she scoffed was nothing amicable. 

“Riiight, busy thirsting over the guy! I've seen the way you cling to his file, you ain’t fooling anybody and you’re sure as hell not fooling me so woman up and face him once and for all.” 

You sucked in a breath and shook your head. You knew she was mostly right, you just couldn’t avoid your work so you had to face him sooner than later… but it wasn’t because you were attracted, no, you just didn’t want to lose your time with the insufferable prick he surely was.  

It was an especially bad Friday morning when you sensed something off, could it be the fact that your coffee wasn't as warm as you usually prefer it? Or the way everyone was staring at you as you made your way to your office? Sure, you’d been coexisting with these idiots long enough to just ignore their shit but this morning they were drilling your head in with the intensity of their staring and whispering. 

You couldn't bring yourself to ask what the fuck the problem was but you soon regretted not doing so. 

Because at the other side of your private office was no other than agent Leon S. Kennedy sitting on your desk and examining your files in excruciating detail —making a total mess. You were frozen at your own door, your hand still on the handle and a part of you wanted to close the door and run away but, that wouldn't be so professional on your part and also he already had his cold blue eyes on you and, oh fuck you felt yourself trembling and clinging to your almond latte cause the pictures and the videos didn't do the  man justice… He was even hotter —and wider— in person. 

Regardless, you tried to maintain your calm and remain professional. This was your space of work and how dare he just intrude in your office! Sure you were avoiding convening with him and that was part of your job, but still! Wasn’t this a bit too much? And how did he even get into your office? You always closed it with a key, a key you and only you—oh, fucking Sandy! 

You could only snap out of your internal conflict when he called your name with that smokey-ass voice that made you weak on the knees. 

“I hope you don’t mind me barging in like this,”

Was he for real? Of fucking course you fucking minded but of course you couldn’t gather yourself to say or do anything but  just look blankly at him.

“It was the only way I could find time for us to meet since you kept avoiding me.” 

Fuck.  How did he realize that? And why did he look so amused by it? God, you knew he had to be a prick, and worst of all, and breathtaking prick.

Well, you ought to speak up for yourself because the silence was flooding the room and it wouldn’t help your case just to stay quiet and wait for him to leave. 

“Agent Kennedy, what a pleasant surprise,”  You uttered in a breathy tone, still without the strength to actually step inside. Leon raised an eyebrow and cocked a smile that just made you even more annoyed. 

Before he could even speak, you continued: “Sorry for the delay in our meeting, I’ve been busy with personal errands.” 

Ugh, at least you were good at being professional-ish.

Leon's eyes were full of something between total disbelief and something else you couldn’t really place.

Your heart almost crawled out of your chest when he approached you, so incredibly close to where you were standing as still as a damn statue. You could do nothing whatsoever as his huge physique came so fucking close to you and you almost felt like fainting when his arm reached behind you to just close the damn door. However, judging by the smug grin he had on his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Your eyes were fixated on his huge chest and the veins on his neck, your nostrils absorbing the delicious scent of cologne and something citric… Dear god, this man was a danger walking.

You could only breathe again when he finally gave you personal space. 

“Sorry, don’t like the ogling eyes.” 

He said smoothly, returning to your messed-up desk. You were at a loss for words as you tried to regain some confidence to answer him. He had some nerve to keep meddling in your stuff and— wait, was he holding the file you had on him?

“Hey! Keep your nose out of my stuff!” 

Well, that was out of character for you, the way you snatched the folder out of his pretty hands like a toddler wanting their toy back. The coffee —that by this point was cold —in your other hand almost spilled on your carpeted floor.

You just tugged the file with your hand while he looked at you in surprise, clearing your throat and taking a step back. Now you probably needed to explain why you had a really specific file of him on your desk in the first place…

One that looked like it was thoroughly reviewed over and over again, and also had many pictures of him… 

At least the look in his eyes  —which were still full of amusement — prompted some explanation. 

 “What? I’m the researcher, I needed to know who you were before the meeting,”

As if anyone could believe that, he certainly didn’t, but god knows you were going to cling to your lie like it was the truest truth ever. 

“When they told me you were shy I wasn’t expecting this.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to move freely in your space around him. You carefully saved his file on your cabinet and just threw the fucking cold coffee in the trash, it was ruined anyway.

“Not shy, introverted.” You corrected, trying to get behind your desk. He looked at you still with a smug grin on his lips, he was enjoying making you nervous and annoyed. 

Before he could make another clever remark, you stopped him. 

“Listen Agent Kennedy, I would appreciate it if  in the future —”

“Call me Leon.” 

What? 

“I’m sorry?” 

“You have nothing to apologize for, please call me Leon.” 

Oh but wasn’t he just a fucking smooth operator.

“Listen, Leon,” Oh your patience was running thin, and it wasn’t helping that he kept looking at you with that smug grin and those huge arms  —like seriously, huge — crossed, just owning your personal space like it was nothing.

“Right now I don’t have any time for you, so I would appreciate it if in the future you don’t just break into my office.” 

Firm, professional, you felt proud of how you handled it. Cause right now you just really wanted to erase that smug expression from his face with a slap. Of course, he could be a real smoke show but he was just getting on your nerves with all his…all of him, really. 

Nevertheless, he continued to just sit on your desk giving zero fucks about how much you wanted him gone. Clearly he was having a great time making you uncomfortable and maybe a little flustered. It wasn't like you to yell or have a bad attitude towards anyone really, but you were having a hard time remaining cool in front of this smug man who kept meddling in your papers! 

"Do you mind?!" 

You said almost in a yell. Leon giggled, looking at you innocently. 

"I don't mind at all."  

You opened your mouth in disbelief,  he was just toying with you now. 

"Listen kitten— Can I call you kitten?"

"No, you may not!" 

Now you were sure you were red as a tomato.

"So, kitten, I understand your annoyance but I think we’re even, given your very specific investigation about me I could say that we both broke personal boundaries.”  

You were speechless, he was somehow right but clearly, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. He was the one who broke into your office and he was the one who’s all in your personal space. How dare he compare your innocent file of everything you could find of him with this? Pfft, you did nothing wrong. 

“Now that we are somewhat acquainted, there should not be any problem with us working together.”  He leaned in and you felt your breath catch in your throat, “Closely, together.” 

What now? 

Leon kept staring at you, scanning your every reaction, almost savoring your internal struggles like he could read them completely. 

“Wh—What do you mean?” You asked in a tremulous voice.

Something in Leon’s eyes flickered as he bit his lower lip and almost suppressed a chuckle. 

“You know, because you’re the best researcher and the first line of intel it makes sense that we work alongside one another.” 

Ok, you were having an actual breakdown and it showed. What did he mean about that? Well, you knew what he meant but like what did he really mean? That you were going to have to see him every day? You could barely bear this unexpected intrusion and now he's telling you that you're going to be working partners? You didn’t do partners, you worked alone, you researched and informed the headquarters and that was it. 

Leon kept looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, clearly enjoying your reaction. You sucked in a breath, trying to collect yourself. 

“Is it really necessary?” 

And it was the only thing you thought to ask, you knew Leon was there to join your unit and it did make sense what he was saying but a part of you just wanted it to be a lie. You didn’t know how much you could bear having someone like him all over you at all times, the thought of it just made you…quiver. 

And no, it wasn’t because he was incredibly hot and unbelievably gorgeous, no, it wasn’t because his mere presence made your heart race and your insides burn and of course, it wasn’t because the sound of his voice and that stupid grin and the way he just called you kitten made your panties soaked in a fucking second. 

Fuck, you couldn’t be thinking of that when he was still right in front of you like a fucking predator smelling how aroused his little victim was…

Ok, you really needed to stop now.

Leon chuckled, “Don’t worry, I won’t bother you too much, kitten.” 

That fucking nickname again, your panties were as soaked as they could get. 

“Stop calling me that.” 

You tried to sound more serious than strangled but failed completely, Leon cracked another one of his fucking smirks and you felt the heat in your body increase, god, you weren’t sure if he annoyed you as much as he turned you on. 

God no, he just annoyed you, that’s all. 

“Why? It fits you perfectly, a shy kitten.” 

Oh god, you could kill him.

“I’m not shy. I’m introverted!” You exclaimed, feeling your face burning up, “And certainly not a kitten!” 

Sandy better fucking get her hands ready making you all the croquettes you wanted, she owes you one after this. 

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[floorbe]

So glad to see that requests are open! How about pet name headcanons for the sdr2 boys? What do they call their s/o? What do they liked to be called? Thanks!

shure! spoilers under the cut//

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Hajime Hinata

-He mostly calls you sweetie, sweetheart, and dear

-Mostly comes out when he’s not thinking about it at all, like if you surprise him or something

-He’s a little embarrassed by it the first few times until you reassure him

-He likes being called anything, honestly! Just the fact that you have terms if endearment for him is amazing

-He does have a soft spot for sweetheart and the more sweet terms like pumpkin tho

-It makes him feel so fuzzy inside

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

-In public? Doll, sugar, sweetheart, hot stuff... typical tough guy pet names

-In private? Honey, sweetie, babe, less stereotypical and more fuzzy names

-You swear you heard him say bunny once. He denies it

-He warms up to pet names pretty quickly. He’ll probably call you the tough guy pet names before you’re even together as a tease

-The more intimate ones take a bit longer, and the first time he does it he is hyper aware of it and watching your reaction

-He doesn’t use them too often, mostly in public, honestly. He likes your name

-He likes being called love, dearest, angel (be careful w this one tho), anything that reminds him of just how much you love him

-The first time you call him a pet name he goes red and will stomp off if you mention it

Gundham Tanaka

-Ohh this mans, only the highest quality names for his dear love

-Queen/King if you use those terms. He also uses my true love, my dark partner, dear heart, my dear, my love... and rarely he just calls you “lover”

-The first time he uses a pet name it’s completely unintentional, but he’ll play it off like it was totally according to plan

-He’ll be flustered using them until he gets more comfortable in the relationship, in which he’ll be throwing them out more than your name

-He’s weak for any and all pet names. He’s the weakest for sweetheart, my heart, my love, and honey

-The first time you call him a pet name he freezes and has to reboot. You called him what? Oh Gods, you really do care about him, don’t you...?

-Biggest restrained smile on his face for the rest of the day

Kazuichi Souda

-Oh lord he’s so nervous to call you anything at first. Expect some “bro” and “dude” (honestly even way into the relationship, it’s just how he works lol)

-He defaults to babe and sweetie

-He also calls you honey and sugar when he’s feeling especially confident

-He’ll resort to any pet name when he wants something tho. Comedically ofc

-“Y/N, love of my life, light of my day, blood through my veins, ventilator to my heart-” “Kazuichi what do you want”

-He uses them decently often! He’s a bit nervous to use them too often but you’ll catch him calling you them naturally when not focused on it

-Oh he lovesss being called love, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, and pumpkin

-Bright red the first time he hears them, but he’s soo happy

-“H-huh?! Wait, what did you say?! Say it again!”

Nagito Komaeda

-He doesn’t use pet names at first (you’ll leave me soon, anyway, right? You wouldn’t want me calling you anything, anyway), but one day he accidentally lets one slip

-You are incredibly happy and he sees that. And something clicks for him and now he is saying them all the timeee

-My heart, my love, sweetie, pumpkin, honey, my hope... you think it, he’s said it

-He picks up on what you like the most and sticks to those

-He calls you them very often once he gets more comfortable, he likes being able to show his love and likes seeing your smile widen

-He loves any and all pet names you give him! He’s weak for my heart and lovely, tho

-The first time you use a pet name he kinda frowns and reassures you you don’t have to. But you keep doing it anyway?

-Now he just gets a big smile

Nekomaru Nidai

-Oh sweetie all the way! Dear, my love, babe, baby, hot stuff, my man/lady/partner, pumpkin, honey...

-He’s trying out all of them to see which you seem to like the most! He falls back to babe, baby, and sweetie routinely, tho.

-He also called you “my little star” once... huh? Where did that even come from? If you ask abt it he’ll just laugh and ask if you want him to call you it more

-He loves calling you pet names! He uses them soo often

-He also loves being called pet names!! They make him feel so warm and lovey

-The first time you call him one he sweeps you into a big ol hug

-He loves very lovey names, “big guy” if you’re smaller than him, babe, love, sugar... lord he’s so so weak for all of them

Teruteru Hanamura

-Pet name God. Someone stop him. He’s getting so carried away. I hope you’re ready

-Pumpkin, sugar plum, honey, sugar, sweetie, sweetheart... anything is on the table.

-He defaults to pumpkin, honey, and sugar

-He jumps into pet names immediately. He probably uses them before y’all are together when flirting tbh

-He definitely ups his usage in public to see you flustered. Just lay into him in return to decommission him

-The first time you call him my love, my heart, or pumpkin in return he has to take a second to collect himself

-Oh bright red when you first call him a pet name. Expect that twang to come out!

Byakuya Twogami

-When in his Togami disguise? He rarely uses any. Maybe a rogue “dear” once in a while

-When it’s just you two? He doesn’t use a lot of them, but he’s partial to love, dear, and maybe sweetheart if he’s feeling particularly affectionate

-He struggles to keep composure when you call him pet names, tho!! Lord help him, you’re gonna give him away with how hard he has to fight back that blush

-He may be a bit of a dick towards you when you use them, but it’s just to keep up appearances. He’ll apologize profusely later when alone

-He love any pet name you give him, even if the more intimate or “lovey” ones may fluster him

-He will never say it when he’s Togami, tho. But you’ll know, there’s always a slight quirk to his lips when he struggles to keep his smile in check

#Hajime Hinata X reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #byakuya twogami x reaer #byakuya togami x reader #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa scenario #danganronpa #all sdr2 #hello lads #i have like 19 reqs qeued up

[cevansbaby-dove]

Protective Chris.

Paring: Chris Evans and Ivy and Ellie.

Warnings:None just a girl hitting on Chris so he knows he loves Ellie even more than he thought.

I was writing on my laptop when Chris walks in with ivy on his hip, I look at him. "hey bubbs what's up?" Ivy says. "daddy take me on a date!"

I smile and Chris says. "Yes we are heading out for a bit is that ok?" I nod. 'Don't be late you two, curfew is at nine" Chris laughs leaning down kissing me softly. "yes Ma'am" Ivy waves. "bye mommy!! I wuv you!" I smile. 'i wuv you to princess have fun with daddy"

Chris smiles as they walk out the door.

Chris's POv.

"Alright princess where to first?" I asked as I helped her out of her car seat next to a shopping Center. "Toys!?" I laugh taking her hand in mine. "Ok ok toys it is." We walk into a store and look around and she says pointing at something. "Daddy daddy!! Can we get that oll!"

I look at the doll and say. "Sure princess" I take it and say. "is that all?" She nods. "es"

I pay for the toy and Ivy says. "Food?" I smile as we walk out of the store. "Sure" I hold her hand as we walk into the small cafe and it hits me, I met Ellie here.

I smile as I look around and find the spot where she ran into me and spilled her coffee all over my suit. I have flashbacks to that day, her smile after I told her to not bother with getting the hot coffee off my shirt.

"Daddy!" I blink and look at my five year old. "yes yes i'm here princess" I pick her up and ask for a table and we walk to one and the waitress walks to our table and she smiles. "hello I am Mary and i'll be glad to take care of you two what can I start you off?"

I smile at the lady. "My princess will take some juice." Ivy says. "Offe!" "no coffee for you honey"

Ivy crosses her arms. "Ivy please be nice" Mary laughs. "Do you want daddy to have me get you a juice?"

I smile and say. "that'd be great thank you" She smiles at me and says. "Sure thing handsome"

I place my hands on the table making sure she sees my ring, I hate it when people hit on me..even when I am married to...God the most amazing woman in the damn world...I smile thinking of Ellie. "Daddy ove smile"

I look at her and smile. "yes I do love to smile ivy your right" I kiss her head and she says. "ood?"

"okay I can order some food for us princess" Mary walks back with a juice and coffee.

"Can I order a donut and apple fritter?" Mary places her hand on my shoulder. "Sure thing darling" I roll my eyes and ivy says. "daddy oves mommy" Mary looks at her and says. "Oh I'm sorry I thought you were a single father"

I hold my hand up showing the wedding band. "Happily married" She frowns. "lucky woman" she walks away and I shake my head and send Ellie a text.

Chris-I miss you my queen.

Ellie-Uh oh who's hitting on you this time babe?

Chris-waitress 😆

Ellie- 🙄 I had a feeling that would happen but you know you have a ring on..right?

Chris-yes wifey I showed her...I think she's jealous now.

Ellie-damn right baby!! I'm one lucky girl 😏

Chris-i'll be home soon, I love you.

Ellie-I love you too babe.

I put my phone away and Mary brings back to food and says. 'Anything else Mister Evans?" I send her a warm smile. 'No that's all thank you" She smiles and walks away.

After we enjoy our day daughter date we head home and we walk in and Ellie is making some tea in the kitchen. Ivy says. "hi mommy!" She runs and Ellie turns and picks ivy up. "Hey sweetie did you and daddy have fun?" She nods. "bad girl at daddy"

"Oh?" Ellie glances at me and I send her a warm smile and walk to my girls and say. "Ivy why don't you go put your toy away and get ready for dinner" She nods. 'Okay" Ellie sets her on the ground and Ivy runs off to her room.

I look at Ellie and she pours the water into her tea and says. "bad girl uh?"

I watch her spin and face me with a smirk. "She was upset about me being married" Ellie shakes her head. "I'm sorry babe" I take her tea cup and set it on the counter. "Don't be" Ellie looks at me and I wrap my arms around her waist. "I love you much Ellie Evans"

"I love you too Chris Evans" I kiss her softly then she runs her hands in my hair and I pull away and smile. "I really do love you" She frowns. "I know babe you don't have to tell me, it shows through how amazing you are with the kids and with dodger and me....I know you love me"

I hug her. "I'm the lucky one my love" She smiles making me feel safe a warm.

Tags:@cutedisneygrl @angelbabyyy99 @nicoline1998enilocin @patzammit @armystay89

#chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #Ellie Evans #Ivy Evans #chris evans rpf #chris evans fluff

[chloessleepystories]

Reckoning Day

Male/female, female/female, female domination, mind control

It was a typical quiet day on my typical quiet suburban street. Birds singing, a lawnmower somewhere. But there were two things that were not typical.

In my driveway, at a time when there’s usually no one home, there were two cars. One, my wife’s.

And one, my girlfriend’s.

I barely had the engine off before I was leaping from my car and sprinting toward the front door. It was either that, or head for the hills, which was frankly tempting.

I paused on the doorstep, getting my breathing under control. Was this “Honey I can explain” or simply “Hi, ladies, whatcha talking about?” After all, my wife knew Sam – they weren’t friends, exactly, but they knew each other. I couldn’t think of a reason they’d be hanging out, or anything, but this wasn’t necessarily the “Do you know what your husband has been up to” moment.

I opened the door gently, walked in, made a tentative “Hello?” No answer. Nobody in the living room, which was very surprising.

“Honey?” I called, gently.

Nobody in the kitchen.

“Baby?” I whispered.

Suddenly, a noise upstairs – it sounded like ... a moan?

I hurried upstairs, confused, trying to shift mentally from one TV cliché to another. What was happening? Down the hall, quickly but silently, toward the bedroom. Burst through the open doorway ...

And stopped dead.

My girlfriend was lying in the queen sized bed, the bed where I’d repeatedly cheated with her – propped against the pillows, stark naked. Her long red hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her legs were spread, and her oversized breasts stood high and mesmerizing on her chest. She was a vision, to captivate me all over again.

Between her legs ... lay my wife. Also nude. Her pert ass raised in the air, her blonde head down, buried in Sam’s pussy – she was gorgeous. My cock twitched, wanting to fuck her in this position.

“Rebecca, what the – what the fuck?? What’s going on?”

My wife ignored me, sucking and slurping on my girlfriend’s cunt. I could see Rebecca’s fingers working in her own sloppy pussy, between those beautiful upturned ass cheeks. Rebecca seemed oblivious to me ... But Sam didn’t. She smiled at me wickedly, as she had been since I walked in, and her eyes seemed unusually dark.

“She can’t hear you right now, Roger. Her mind is ... elsewhere, I guess you could say. She’s discovered her True Purpose.”

“trrue purfpofse” Rebecca murmured into the folds that had apparently trapped her tongue.

“What the hell is going on, Sam?” I shouted, as I kicked off my shoes.

“Quietly, love.”

“Is she drugged or something?” I hissed. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t want me to do,” she said, and grinned. “Well, eventually, anyway.” Sam stroked the blonde head slurping at her juices, then moaned, convulsing a bit. “Oh, she’s good at this. I wonder if it’s not her first time after all ... Your wife is learning that it Feels Good to Serve.”

“feellss g’d tuh serff” came the muffled words.

I pulled my sweater over my head, angrier than ever. “But why?” I whispered. “Why would you do this?”

“Because I got tired of waiting, Roger! You said you wanted me and only me. You were going to dump this bitch, who nags you and never puts out, who thinks she’s so much smarter than you, and you were going to be mine. Well, what is taking so long!” Sam humped her clit repeatedly against my wife’s mouth.

Rebecca’s fingers worked harder at her drooling cunt as she whimpered at the pleasure of serving. The mindless pleasure of being used ... For a moment I could almost imagine the blank-minded bliss of feeding from Sam’s exquisite pussy while stroking myself stupid ...

I shook myself mentally, as I unbuttoned my shirt. There was no doubt that Sam was hot. And I really had been thinking I preferred her to my wife. But this – whatever this was – was unconscionable. This was over the line.

“You are crazy!!” I said in the loudest whisper I could manage. “You really think I could be with you after you – you did whatever to my wife?? Stop this now, please, I – I’ll do whatever you want.”

Sam just smiled. “I don’t think so. I wouldn’t want to release such a Dutiful Hypnoslut.”

“dooful hypofflut”

“Dutiful Hypnoslut,” I murmured, taking off my pants.

Look at them, I thought. The two most beautiful women in the world to me. Naked. One in thrall to the other. Helpless ... It was so ... arousing ...

I fought down that train of thought as I worked my underwear over my erection.

“Rebecca! Rebecca honey! Listen to me! We’re leaving! Snap out of it!”

“Roger ... “ Sam purred. “Sshhh.”

My mouth snapped shut.

“And relax. It’s not a big deal.”

My body relaxed, tension easing. I was still angry, still confused, still scared ... But I couldn’t access it now.

“Your wife is going to serve me. I’m quite – mmmm – enjoying what she’s doing, and I don’t want it to stop. And you should have figured out by now that I get what I want ... So you have a choice. You can leave, or you can stand there quietly while she brings me to an orgasm.”

Well, what could I do? I couldn’t leave. Who knew what might happen? So I convinced myself that it was best to stay.

You know, just for a little while.

Til they were done.

I watched my wife’s beautiful bottom as it swayed, watched my girlfriend’s full breasts bounce as she got closer to cumming from my wife’s tongue ... I was harder than I ever had been in my life. Sam, opening her eyes as she gasped, noticed.

“Mmmmm look how big and hard you are. Go on, look.”

I looked down. I was naked except for my socks, and my erection was pointing straight out at the two women on the bed. The information seemed to come from a long way away – I’m naked. When did that happen. Was this important information? I couldn’t decide.

Sam grinned, reading my mind. “Don’t worry about it. You like watching us, don’t you.” I nodded. “You need to stroke it while you watch, don’t you.” I nodded again. But I didn’t touch my cock yet. Something was missing, but I couldn’t remember what.

“You have my permission.” Ah yes, that was it. “Go ahead and jerk it to the sight of your stupid cunt of a wife in thrall to my pussy. She’s my pussy slave, isn’t she, pet? And that’s sooo arousing ... “

It was. I mindlessly grasped my throbbing cock in my fist and started stroking. I was getting close, almost as close as Sam, from the sound of it. And Rebecca, too, come to that – she seemed more aroused than I had heard her for years, just from the privilege of slurping on girl juices.

“Roger ...” Sam gasped out. “Why don’t you go fuck your wife from behind.”

That sounded like a great idea. I shuffled toward that pert ass, following my cock like a dowsing rod. I was almost touching her when Sam snapped her fingers and said “Bad boy.”

My boner instantly deflated – it went completely limp and small in seconds. Sam cackled with laughter. “I didn’t say Simon Says!! Hahaha ... Oh I love doing that. Oh poor baby ... Look at your face. OK.” She snapped again. “Good boy.”

Within seconds I was hard as a rock again. “Go ahead,” she said. “Stick it in.”

I laid my hand on Rebecca’s ass. The head of my throbbing, dripping cock barely touched her soaking pussy lips ... And Rebecca screamed and pulled away. Her first sign of even being aware of me since I walked in!

Sam howled with laughter, rolling around on the bed as Rebecca sat back on her haunches, her shiny face slick with drool and pussy juice and her expression one of anger and confusion.

“Yeah, I should have told you!” Sam wiped a tear from her eye. “Aaahhh heh heh ... Your wife belongs to me now.”

“What?”

“Tell him, Fuckslut.”

Rebecca’s eyes unfocused, and she spoke in a monotone. “My cunt belongs to Sam. I am a lesbian now. I hate the feeling of cocks touching my body.”

Sam grinned wickedly. “But ... ?”

“But I will happily accept cocks in all my holes if Mistress commands.”

My cock was throbbing harder than ever at my wife’s glazed expression ... And at her words.

“So, my pet,” said Sam, standing up gracefully and slinking toward me. “Here are the new rules. This ...” – she stroked my aching member with one finger, making me twitch and moan – “belongs to me, and me alone. I decide what you do with that. I may share it, but that is up to me. Understand?”

I nodded. She squeezed it, catching some of my dripping precum on her fingers. “Second ...” She walked to Rebecca, stuffing those fingers into my wife’s mouth, and smiling as she watched her eagerly, mindlessly suck. “Becca is my obedient slave girl now. When she’s like this, she does as she’s told. That means if I want you to never touch her cunt again, I can make that happen. But I can also make her insatiable for your cock, and need fucking every night.”

Sam reached down to stuff 3 fingers in her pussy, then fed her juices to my wife, all while she continued to look me in the eye. “I can hand her over to a motorcycle gang of lesbians and make her a titslave for a week. I can make her fuck 7 black guys, one after the other, while you watch, unable to do anything but stroke yourself, without cumming. Screaming obscenities at her weakling husband while she’s made airtight by gangbangers.”

She scooped out more of her own juices and smeared them on Rebecca’s right breast. “I can give you the doting, dutiful wife you always wanted, serving you and pleasing you and never jealous that you’re sleeping with me too.” She stuffed her fingers into Rebecca’s cunt, making her gasp, and almost fall forward ... Then smeared her juices on her left nipple. “I can make her a house slave for both of us, cooking and cleaning and serving our food, edging while watching us fuck but never, ever allowed to cum.”

I watched my wife’s face. Her mind was far away, but there was a tension behind her eyes ... And she was sweating.

“Come here, pet. Taste your wife’s tits and tell me which tastes better.”

I crawled across the bed, sucking on each nipple. They tasted about the same, but of course I picked the right breast.

“Good boy. Lie down.”

I lay on the bed, my throbbing erection pointing to the ceiling. Sam straddled me. “I can do anything I want to this bitch,” she said, taking my cock in her hand. “I can play with her, and then put her back, and have her not even remember what I did. Or what we did ... Wouldn’t it be nice to help me call the shots? Instead of being another plaything?”

She lined it up, then sank down on my rigid cock. My eyes rolled back in my head immediately as my senses went white from overload for a moment. “It all depends on you, my love,” she was saying. “Are you going to be my willing partner? Will you be mine? I’ll let you keep the cuntslave around, as long as you remember I’m alpha around here ... Cunt!” she barked. “Sit on his face. Feed him that delicious pussy, and dream of getting fucked by his cock ...”

My wife scrambled to straddle my face with more sexual enthusiasm than I’d seen from her in years. “Yes Mistress!”

“So ...” I gasped out, as her thighs cradled my head. “You can make her serve part-time, and give her back her normal life the rest of the time? Still be herself, with free will?”

Sam laughed her throaty laugh, and her cunt squeezed my cock as Rebecca’s engorged, dripping pussy slid onto my tongue. “Silly pet,” she cooed. “Haven’t I given you your free will for all these months?”

I could hear Rebecca moan as she – from the sound of it – sucked on Mistress’s full, beautiful breast. Sam started to move, riding my cock, and I somehow knew I would not be allowed to cum until she gave me permission.

“And you can’t imagine the things I’ve made you forget ... “

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[theothermaidoftarth]

Title: Song for Evermore

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Baela Targaryen 

Rating: M (a light M; it’s mostly T, except for a few paragraphs of non-explicit sexual content)

Summary: Daeron Targaryen’s hopes and dreams always came back to belonging. It had been so ever since he became a ward of Oldtown at five, at an earlier age than most. He finds a kindred spirit in an unexpected place: Lady Baela, the daughter of his grandfather’s bitter rival, Daemon Targaryen.

Word count: 47,559

Multi-chapter (essentially a one-shot split into six parts)

Status: Complete

Excerpt below:

“You sing to your dragon?”   

“Yes, I — yes.” Daeron thought he was alone, save the dragons and the last vestiges of his song, echoing back to him. She startled him. His eyes took her in, from boots to breeches and studded jack. Lady Baela and her grandmother had arrived too late yesterday eve to be presented to the court; they had met with the queen and her father, the Lord Hand privately before retiring to their allotted chambers. Baela had been shaped as if by a fine hand; spare, too lean, most would say, with the barest hint of womanly curves. Her hair was pulled back in a thick braid, the silver curls even brighter against her rich bronze skin. Her mouth, generous and lush, curved in a faint smile. Her purple eyes, large, doe-like and beguiling, at odds with the intensity of her expression which he saw as she drew nearer curiously; her gaze was as keen as a blade.

He thought she was as surprised to come upon him in the Dragonpit as he was her, though she hid it slightly better. Surprise was too weak a word. Even as he rose, feet firmly underneath him, he felt unsteady, as if he were on the deck of a ship embroiled in a storm. Fitting when she has both Baratheon and Velaryon blood. How his thoughts run from him, even more than usual. He should bow. He had forgotten to, but neither had she curtsied. Likely it was too late now. He had a thought she would laugh if he did, Daemon’s eldest daughter. Of what he had heard of the man, the uncle he’d never met, it seemed likely. She’d laugh for he would seem like a dog slow to remember an old trick. He might like to see her laugh, he thought hazily. Better that than this halfway state, midway between impassive and expressive.

“Is she the only she-dragon you will sing to?”

“You, my lady?” Daeron didn’t recognise his voice, a low husky murmur. He swallowed against a dry mouth. “You wish me to sing to…”

Her eyes were full of laughter as she said, “Moondancer.” Hot blood rushed to his face, though her amusement was not mocking. Her dragon, she meant her dragon. “Although…” her head canted to the side, “I would not say no to a song, Prince Daeron.”

At last he dusted off his wits. “And what of yours? Your voice, I mean.”

"It would make her weep.”

He gave a little laugh. She surprised him and that cleared his head some. No other lady he knew would ever admit such a fault, especially not so blithely. “So bad as that?”

She cast a fond eye over her dragon, green with pearl tipped wings and crouching stiffly as if expecting a fight. “Certes it wouldn’t settle her, see her thus, like—“ she nodded to the blue dragon behind him, lolling upon the floor contently; were she a pup, she may have rolled onto her back, legs all in the air.

“Tessarion,” Daeron offered with a warm smile, patting his dragon’s flank. Despite her blithe mien, Baela’s stance was almost too casual; something had her on edge. Oddly enough he did not think it was him. Just as oddly the same was true in reverse. She could have been any young woman and he any young man, not two scions of a family split in two. “Any particular requests?”

“If I said The Bear and the Maiden Fair…”

“I’d say you want me sent to the Wall for debauching a lady of the blood.”

“As if you were the bear himself to lick honey from my hair.” The silence was charged with something hot, heavy, which made his breathing hitch. Mayhap she felt it too for her voice was soft, a bare whisper. “You’d be singing a song.”

“And after? How do you know what I would or wouldn’t lick?”

Hot embarrassment at speaking such bold words filled him — Mother have mercy, he had only just met her — but then she took one step towards him, then another, and another. Something fiery stirred low in his belly as she looked him over from head to toe, her brow raised. Then her mouth dimpled in a cheeky half-smile. “My grandmother used to warn me away from the singers who’d come to call at High Tide. Seems she was right to.” Singer. Did she think him such? In truth he was a bit of everything. A bit of nothing. He felt like something under her gaze, like he could be something. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“It is discourteous to answer a question with another question.” But she was smiling as she said it, a slightly broader smile.

Seven save me, he thought, you’re so lovely, I can barely breathe. Princess Rhaenys was right to warn her away from those singers; one look at her smile and they must have yearned to carry her off over their shoulders, to sail away with her under the cover of night. What he said when he found his tongue was, “You are enjoying this.”

She stepped backwards away from him, and towards her dragon. The dragonkeepers had saddled her while they were talking. Moondancer was still tense; would a flight see her settled as well as a song? “Why we came is a matter of little and less enjoyment.” Baela paused, uncharacteristically grave, then her voice brightened, “So, why not seek it where I may?” She looked at him over her shoulder and winked.

A smile played across Daeron’s mouth. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

He was laughing as he called to her retreating form. “Tis discourteous to answer a question with another question.”

Her merry backward wave was the only answer he received.

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[amalia-uwu]

“You are the best”

Gift Oneshot for Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away 💚💚💚

Sans x Female Reader

Undertale by Toby Fox. The rights go to the respective owners!

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst,

Your majesty, I offer you this oneshot.

Please my queen, accept this humble offering!

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You came home after a long day.

By the time you woke up..

Things were just going downhill. You hit your toe on the bed. Slammed your head on the table.

It started raining, the wind turned the umbrella around 5 times.

At work not only the manager was being a total jerk, some customers really tested your patience and limits. Too much work paperwork..

Of course, they spilled coffee on you cause why not? This day is already awful! What else could get wrong?

You reached your door all wet, cause someone drove over the puddle on the street as a result the muddy water splashed all over you.

...Great. Just great...

You sighed.

You stepped in.

Sans heard the door opening "Honey?" his soft masculine voice called. He sounded from the kitchen. You didn't have the strength to speak. Your eyes began watering. You felt them burning.

You stood at the door not saying a word.

He came and looked at you. His happiness turned to shock, concern, understanding..

His eyes widen "Oh". He could understand from your face that you could barely keep it together.

"Before anything else, how about you take a shower, then come talk to me? Hm? There are fresh washed clothes and hot water waiting for you. Then come eat and we will talk yes?".

You smiled clenching your teeth and silently nodded.

You left your things and went to take a shower.

You washed your hair, then filled the bathtub with hot water and let yourself relax.

The water warmed your bones and alleviated the soreness and tiredness. That gift box Sans brought you had the best fragrances.

Coconut, rose, mango, floral and many more beautiful smells.

Right now you used lavender.

Eventually you cleaned the bathroom and went to the bedroom.

You saw the clothes he picked up for you, laying neatly on the bed.

Okay, you chuckled.

The shirt was green with heart designs on it.

The pants were a darker shade of green (forest green) with pandas on them.

Your white wooly jacket, with the teddybear-like hood that neatly laid above your bed.

You got dressed and walked downstairs.

He left food for you and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Sans looked at you. You approached him and hugged him.

He hugged you back. You began crying.

Everything that had happened today, came back to slap you hard on the face.

"Bad day?" he asked softly. You nodded.

"wanna tell me what happened?".

"too much work, the manager is a total jerk. On the street someone splashed muddy water all over me, they spilled coffee and... Today is just terrible".

He caressed your hair and gave your a cheek a soft kiss.

You smiled at that.

"Hey, now it's okay! Sshh.. Look, I made you, your favorite food. We can see your favorite movie and eat the cake I baked. Sounds good?"

You broke the hug and kissed his cheekbone.

You loved how his face blushed. That faint blue hue under his eye sockets drove you nuts.

You sat down and you ate the food he made for you. "Mmm" the flavors were so good.

Sans had stopped eating, he was just watching you. He loved the way you eat.

He found you so adorable.

You looked at him. Cheeks stuffed and slightly blushed. You swallowed and said "It's delicious, thank you!"

Sans smiled, man he was adorable when he was getting shy. You wanted to put him down and kill him with kisses.

However, the lady you were. You repressed that desire.. For now.

When you both finished.

You drank the orange juice. You felt better.

You were so happy around him.

Even in bad days. You couldn't help but smile, when you were close to him.

He was the light in the darkness.

You washed the dishes and then laid on the couch.

He brought you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You laid on top of him. Your face on his sternum, listening to the soft humming of his soul.

He was warm and soft. His bones and magic made him a soft chubby teddy bear.

He threw a blanket above you; your favorite color, green.

You smiled and kissed his sternum, were his soul is..

"You are the best" you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You make me happy! Thank you sweetheart" you added.

He smiled and caressed your back. He kissed your forehead

"I'm always here for you, y/n. Don't forget that, no matter what. I am always here my starlight".

You smiled "same goes for me sans. I'm always here"

He rubbed your back as you buried your face deeper into his ribs.

"I love you sans" you mumbled and slowly closed your eyes for a nap. You had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love you too Y/N" he whispered.

This day had a good conclusion after all. You were happy!

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[bronzefuryfic]

Bronze Fury

When the only child of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce is brought to King's Landing to meet with the rest of her family, she finds herself caught in a crisis of succession. The Greens battle for her support... and her affections.

Chapter Two: To King’s Landing / Previous Chapter / Directory

After suffering a great loss, Rhae is summoned to King’s Landing to meet her estranged Targaryen family members. Far from home and alone in the dragon’s den, it is up to her to determine friend from foe. 

It was a full month of bedrest and recovery before the Maesters would allow Rhae to make the journey to King's Landing.

"The skin is still healing, Lady Rhae. The risk of infection is still at its height!" Maester Willem chided her one afternoon, as she picked impatiently at her bandages. "Travelling by boat is dirty and cramped. You won't receive the same care as in a castle." Maester Willem whacked her fingers with the wooden spoon he was using to brew one of his remedies. "Which means it must stay clean!"

"I'll be fine, Maester Willem," Rhae scowled. She'd have loved to fly to King's Landing by dragon-back, but fate had other plans in store for the young heir.

Unable to use her bandaged hand to rub her now-aching knuckles, she began kicking her feet restlessly underneath the covers. Rhae had never been confined to her bed this long before. She longed for her bow and wondered miserably if she'd still be able to aim it properly.

She was still missing a lot of skin on her left hand and forearm. From what glimpses she caught between wrappings, the flesh was still raw and waxy looking. All the blisters had popped by now, and a hard crust of new skin had scabbed over most sections.

The farther up the arm you travelled, the more severe the burn grew. She could hardly move her shoulder, which was still charred down through her bicep. They had started peeling off the damaged skin, an excruciatingly painful process, so that a new layer could grow back. The only time she slept soundly was the rare instance she'd accept the milk of the poppy.

On most nights, Rhae lay awake into the early hours of the morning, hot tears spilling down her face onto the pillow, feeling feverish as her arm itched. It was what she deserved for her failure outside Gulltown—Ser Gerold's burns had been far worse.

"How goes Ser Jon's preparations?"

Ser Jon was Rhae's elder cousin—a man of four and twenty that had thus far resisted his House's council to wed. Rhae knew it was likely he never would—Ser Jon had taken a fancy to his squire.

"He is learning quickly," Maester Willem said. A slight twitch of his eye hinted to his deeper dissatisfaction. Rhae knew the Maester disapproved of Jon's personal ventures. "He lacks the same vigor as your late uncle, but his decision-making has been... satisfactory."

Rhae rolled her eyes.

"Would you have me push for one of Lady Mysa's boys?" She demanded. Her great aunt had not yet accepted Rhae's decision, having petitioned for her eldest to hold Runestone's seat in Rhae's absence instead. Lady Mysa visited her niece nine times since her injury, each time with honeyed words and exaggerated loyalty. Rhae's patience with her aunt was growing thin—Mysa made similar proposals against Rhae's claim as a child. She doubted her great aunt would willingly relinquish any acquisitions upon Rhae's return.

"Of course not, my lady," the Maester bowed.

"Good," Rhae narrowed her eyes at him. "I expect you to support Ser Jon as you supported Ser Gerold, and as you are dutifully bound to support me."

In the meantime, Rhae continued her correspondence with the Queen. She was thankful, if for nothing else, that her dominant arm remained uninjured. Writing was one of the few tasks the Maesters allowed her to perform unsupervised.

All the letters more or less said the same—the Queen was sorry to hear of her encounter with Sheepstealer, but insisted she must not despair. Rhae's anxieties eased slightly when she learned that the Queen's son Aemond had not claimed a dragon yet, either.

Furthermore, she wrote, preparations were being made to recieve Rhae at King's Landing. Their Maesters were more than capable of continuing treatment for her injury, and lessons were already being prepared to catch her up on the history and language of Old Valyria.

"She makes little mention of the King and Princess Rhaenyra," Rhae confided to Ser Jon the evening before her departure.

In the last week, the Maesters had allowed Rhae to walk the castle at her leisure. An exercise of strength, and though Maester Willem refused to admit it, trust. Her arm itched terribly, as it did most days, but she made sure not to loosen her wrappings. She would not give them reason to delay her departure.

"Aden says the Queen and the Princess are not on the best of terms," Ser Jon said. Aden was the squire Jon had taken a fancy to—Jon had told Rhae once before that when Aden was just a page, he'd served under a knight in King's Landing. "If you're to believe court gossip, passed to a knight, then passed to his page. Though, I suppose you'll learn the truth of the matter first-hand before long."

"The Maester had heard similar rumors," Rhae felt a scratch in her throat, then continued. "And Ser Gerold used to tell me the Hightowers were the only house in all of Westeros brave enough to defy the Targaryens."

Jon looked away politely, allowing Rhae a moment to dry her eyes. She cursed herself internally—she could not allow such weakness once in King's Landing.

But her heart still ached for her uncle. For as much as she begrudged Ser Gerold's rants of revenge, she never thought she'd miss hearing them.

"I'd nearly departed the dinner early, if only to keep myself from cutting down Daemon where he sat." Ser Gerold had used to say, face always flushed with anger by this point in his story. "It wasn't easy, listening to the King bless one marriage while his butcher brother sat beside him, having murdered his own wife days prior... but before Viserys could finish his toast, Queen Alicent entered the hall in a gown of green... marvelous courage in the depths of the dragon's den... I knew then we were not alone in our fight."

Rhae couldn't help but feel she was being recruited for plans much larger than her own. She'd hoped to claim a dragon to protect Runestone, but what if the fight Ser Gerold referred to was grander? She wished she could ask him.

"You will write and tell me the truth of what you observe in King's Landing, won't you?" Jon asked, turning back to her. "So that we may know rumor from fact?"

"What other threads am I meant to be pulling?"

Jon frowned. When he spoke, he seemed to choose his words carefully:

"Prince Daemon murdering your mother is not the only crime the royal family denies, cousin." He tugged nervously at his sleeve. "According to some."

"The lords and ladies?"

"And the knights. And their pages," Jon said. " And the servants and the craftsmen and the stable hands. None speak it, but all know it."

"What won't they speak?"

"Treason."

"But you won't tell me what this treason supposedly is?" Rhae peered up at him. "That everybody knows about but me? Supposedly?"

"Not everyone, no even I! You're not understanding," Jon grabbed Rhae by the shoulders, causing her to wince in pain. He brought his voice to a hush. "These matters require subtly, cousin. To question the succession of the royal line could mean death to you, me, and all of our House!"

Rhae squirmed under his grip, left shoulder searing in pain. She felt nauseous, but one word still struck her.

The succession of the crown? Ser Gerold had always considered the matter handled. House Royce did not concern itself over the gender of their heirs, even if other noble families took issue.

"Let go of me," Rhae said, her voice strained. Jon leapt back, realizing at last the hurt he was causing.

"Apologies, cousin..." Jon scratched the back of his head, avoiding her gaze. "But you should understand better than anyone that the royal family has little regard for what is right and what is wrong. We must not provoke them unnecessarily."

"Yet you want me to dig for secrets to send to you in a letter with my name on it?" Rhae whispered furiously.

"Only what catches your eye," Jon said. "To my understanding, you won't need much more than that. I trust you to be clever enough to let me know without incriminating yourself."

Rhae fumed, but the look on Jon's face told her that the conversation was over.

Rhae was relieved when she finally left for King's Landing. Jon had attempted to speak with Rhae once more in her room, but she had not been in a good temper during her final hours at Runestone.

"House Royce remembers our oaths to you, Lady Rhae," were his parting words, given instead under the watchful eye of the rest of their House. "And we eagerly await your return. May it be by dragon-back!"

Lady Mysa stuck her nose in the air—Rhae had refused to see her alone, either. As she looked upon the other faces of her house, more than usual seemed to avoid her gaze.

Rhae's face flushed as she boarded the boat. It was her own decision to leave Runestone, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being exiled.

The journey lasted five miserable days. Rhae was glad she was not prone to seasickness—the Maester was right, the trip atop of her injury was very draining.

"Lady Rhae, we're approaching the dock," the Captain told her at last. The ship's healer was just finishing her latest dressing of bandages, and Rhae ushered for him to finish faster.

Runestones seamstresses had prepared her a black gown for her arrival. They made the sleeves with lace, which allowed for a delicate covering of her bandages without being overwhelmingly warm. The bodice contained several cuts that accented her waist, looking like twin claw marks had raked her on each side. Another layer of lace was woven in the gaps, so intricately stitched red and orange flames peeked out. Finally, the otherwise plain black skirt split at her naval, allowing the layer underneath to shine through. They made the secondary skirt of silk. It too contained orange hues, though much tawnier than the lace stitching at her waist. Once above deck, Rhae realized it looked a lot like bronze.

Rhae gazed down towards the dock as the men worked to anchor the ship. Beneath, a welcoming party awaited her. She tried her best to maintain a neutral expression, but it felt that her stomach was being clawed at from the inside.

The Queen was instantly recognizable, though Rhae had never seen her before. Alicent had a white cloak standing behind her, a sullen-looking Dornish man, and wore a marvelous emerald green gown. No one else matched her elegance.

To her right, Rhae assumed, were her children. This assumption was even easier—their hair was silver, just like hers. She tried not to stare, but the sight of the Red Keep was admittedly far less interesting to her.

"Welcome, Lady Rhae," said Queen Alicent as she descended towards them. "I hope your journey was a good one."

Rhae stooped into a curtsey, as her Septa had taught her to do. It was not as low as she would've liked, but she feared any lower and she might topple over.

"Your Grace, it's a pleasure to thank you in person for your invitation." Rhae said. "The Red Keep is even more marvelous than I'd imagined. It's no wonder my father preferred it here."

The Queen smiled kindly.

"With any luck, he'll prefer the Free Cities even more." She said. The guard behind Alicent smirked at this, and a sense of relief washed over Rhae. At least these two seemed no more fond of Daemon than she was.

Queen Alicent motioned to the children beside her—Two boys and one girl, as she'd described in her letters.

"This is Haelena," the Queen continued, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. Haelena jolted, surprised by her introduction. Her hand flew upwards for a moment to wave her greetings before she dropped it just as quickly, unsure of her action. Her elder brother seemed to suppress a snicker. Alicent rushed the conversation forward, side-eying her son.

"And this is Aemond," she gestured next towards the boy closest to her, the younger of the two. At his introduction, Aemond bowed his head. Rhae thought his eyes seemed to linger on her injured arm.

The Queen had mentioned before that Aemond was also without a dragon. She wondered what he felt about her arrival and bowed her head in return.

There were no such questions about the eldest's brother's feelings, however. Rhae figured the last must be Aegon, who face had stretched open into an enormous yawn just as his mother had motioned to him for the final introduction. The Queen glared at her son, waiting for him to finish so that she could resume.

"And Aegon," she finished, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation. Rhae felt a yawn of her own tickle her nose, and her face gave an involuntary twitch to stifle it. This was as Aegon gave a slight nod of acknowledgement, looking amused. "My youngest, Daeron, is back in Oldtown at the moment..."

Rhae and Queen Alicent exchanged more pleasantries about her travels, a frivolous few extra moments for the sake of politeness that only Aemond seemed engaged with. Aegon watched some dockworkers argue, while Helaena had become preoccupied with a ladybug that had landed on her sleeve.

At last, the Queen announced it was time to board the carriages. Six guards led a path through the bustle of the yard to where the horses waited. As they walked, Rhae noticed that Aegon and Aemond fell behind. When she looked back at them, she saw they were whispering to each other. Her cheeks burned.

"I suppose it might be nice for you all to chat on the ride to the castle," the Queen said, giving a pointed look to Aegon. "I trust you'll be kind to our guest."

A moment ago, this is the scenario Rhae most anticipated. It now terrified her.

Realistically, Rhae knew she was in for nothing more than a twenty minutes of awkward socialization—she had never spent much time with her peers in the past. Her most frequent company was Ser Gerold, the Septa and Runestone's Maesters. But her whole body seemed to buzz with anticipation. She couldn't stop focusing on their three to her one.

The inside of the carriage was grand, but Rhae couldn't stop imagining the walls closing in. Helaena climbed up after Rhae, taking the seat beside her, still holding the ladybug. Helaena was followed by Aemond, who took the seat directly across, and finally Aegon, who took the remaining one diagonal to Rhae's position. When the carriage door closed, the four of them sat in stony silence until they heard the horses neighing and the carriage lurch forward.

"I like your dress," Helaena said, puncturing the quiet. She didn't look at Rhae when she said it—she was still studying the ladybug, now crawling in her lap. "It's very pretty."

"Thank you," Rhae said, not detecting any sarcasm in Helaena's tone, despite the apparent disinterest. The ladybug was walking along the pattern stitched into Helaena's dress, seemingly unaware it could stray away from its path. "That ladybug seems to like yours more."

Rhae wasn't so sure what she said made sense, but Helaena giggled at the observation.

"They're considered to be good luck," she said. Her voice was light and airy. "Perhaps it's a sign."

"Let's hope," Rhae replied. Another silence took the carriage as Helaena tried to coax the ladybug off her skirt and onto her finger.

"Which lessons do you look forward to most?" Aemond piped up. He had his hands clenched in his lap, though he didn't seem angry. Was it nerves?

"I'm not sure," Rhae admitted. "All of them, I suppose. I've always been curious about Old Valyrian history, but I suspect learning the language will be the most difficult."

"I'd be happy to help you practice," Aemond offered. Aegon snorted loudly, causing his brother's face to turn pink. He pressed on. "It's difficult at first, but you'll get the hang of it. Even Aegon's passed all his tests, and he sleeps through half the lessons."

Helaena giggled, and Rhae couldn't help but join in. Aemond looked pleased with himself, but tensed just as quickly as Aegon leaned forward in his seat.

"If you'd like a lesson actually worthy of your time, you'll have to come down to the Dragonpit." Aegon shared, watching Rhae's expression closely. Her chest tightened at its mention, and she subconsciously pulled her injured arm closer to her. "A private lesson, of course. We wouldn't want anyone else—"

"Aegon!"

"What?" Aegon threw his hands up in mock surrender. "It's not as though you've got a dragon to show off, have you, Aemond?"

Aemond's face flushed.

"Sunfyre isn't even large enough to saddle two riders yet," Aemond grumbled. "The Dragonkeepers said it'll be another year."

"Eight more months!" Aegon retorted.

"You could always ride with me and Dreamfyre," Helaena chimed in, as her brothers bickered. She reached for Rhae's hand right hand, which was closest to her. "If you wanted to, of course. Given your injury, that might still be scary, but Dreamfyre is a sweet girl."

Rhae froze at the mention of her injury, as did Aegon and Aemond. She knew instantly that must have been what they were whispering about back at the docks. In the tense silence that followed, Helaena passed the ladybug from the tip of her finger to Rhae's knuckle, unaware of the effect her statement had caused.

"That sounds like great fun," Rhae mustered, a familiar itch spreading beneath her bandages.

"They say wild dragons are harder to tame than those that've had a rider once before," Aemond said after a long moment. Rhae had hoped they might move the conversation elsewhere. "And they respond better to High Valyrian, which you probably didn't know yet."

"Silly me," she muttered. His words stung—she hadn't known that. Perhaps if she had, Sheepstealer wouldn't have attacked Ser Gerold and his men.

Aegon and Aemond exchanged a look. Both boys seemed to want to ask more, but it was clear this was not how either hoped the conversation would arise.

Rhae focused on the ladybug as it scurried between her fingers, no longer interested in speaking.

They finished the carriage ride in the same sullen silence they had started. When the door opened, Aegon was quick to hop off the carriage, followed a moment later by his sister. Rhae moved to follow, still carrying the bug, when Aemond stopped her.

"You'll claim a dragon," He said quietly, his cheeks still pink. Rhae managed a small smile.

"You as well," she said resolutely. "In the meantime, I would be grateful for someone to study with."

Aemond nodded, and they joined the others outside. Runestone was a large castle, but Rhae couldn't help but feel impressed by the Red Keep now that she was here. Her neck craned upwards at the towering turrets.

"Welcome home, Rhae," The Queen said, watching her take it in. "I hope the ride up was pleasant?"

Rhae cast a glance at the trio besides her, the ladybug tickling her wrist.

"It was very insightful," she said, reclaiming her composure. "I look forward to my stay."

Queen Alicent smiled, leading the way inside. The children followed suit—Aemond first, followed by Aegon.

Helaena attached herself to Rhae's good arm, smiling brightly. The ladybug had crawled to the nook of Rhae's elbow and passed back onto Helaena's sleeve.

"Come on!" She said, tugging slightly. "I'll show you to your room."

And with Helaena guiding her, Rhae followed the rest into the Red Keep.

Next Chapter: Ch. 3 - The Queen’s Quest

There is something amiss with Rhae’s invitation to the Red Keep. The King is yet to be seen, but Queen Alicent requests Runestone’s heir join her for a private meal. Will Rhae learn the purpose of her summons?

AO3 | Chapter Discussion

Thanks for reading!

#House of the Dragon #hotd fanfic #aemond x oc #aegon x oc #Aegon II Targaryen #Aemond Targaryen #Helaena Targaryen #team green

[yeyayeya]

TGCF Season 2 Ep 1 Reaction (Part Three)

Hit my image limit again

Novel spoilers under the cut

HELLO LADY WIND MASTER

I love her hope nothing bad happens to her :)

But she’s so gorgeous holy shit. Shi Qingxuan the gender god. Love how different they look in their two forms, and once I heard the giggle from Lord Wind Master turn to a feminine one, I knew Lady Wind Master was going to make her appearance

She’s a whole ass mood

THIS IS JIAN LAN???? OMG MAAM HELLO????

My name is Feng Xin now I guess. But my brain was so caught up in the excellency of what is called Shi Qingxuan/Wind Master that I completely forgot Jian Lan appeared here. I suddenly remembered this scene and was so taken aback because they did my queen justice. Cannot wait for the demon baby to show up lol

The instant switch of her voice going from flirty to sassy is everything, but Jian Lan you need to redirect your attention elsewhere because this man is gay and has a “medical condition”.

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY INCLUDED IT (well not really he didn’t say he couldn’t get erect but close enough)

Xie Lian me too

XIE LIAN ME TOO

His heart skipped a beat upon hearing Hua Cheng’s voice that’s so gay

He looks like a rat (affectionate)

He is hot tho. Ok but someone please come and brush Hua Cheng’s hair honey it’s going to get into knots

Overall: I did reread the second book (English localization) since it has been quite a WHILE since I last read this arc, but they followed the book closely and I cannot wait for the next episode coming out next week! (My boy is going to appear for like 2 seconds but that is enough for me)

I did not know if this was going to follow the revised version, but Xie Lian mentioned the bandaged boy towards Ling Wen and from what I am aware, Lang Ying was removed from the story by MXTX, so there’s that.

Honestly just really happy that this finally happened

#yeyarants #tgcf #tgcf donghua #mxtx tgcf #tgcf season 2 #mo xiang tong xiu #mxtx #heaven official's blessing #heaven officials blessing #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian

[missyourflight]

some stuff i read and watched january - may

i had to stop doing f1 stuff (because it was making me miserable lol), redirected most of that energy into reading romance novels (occasionally other things but mostly romance novels lbr) and watching films. anyway now interview with the vampire's back and i'm fully deranged about that etc. highlights below!

black sails (s1 & 2 rewatch): i do enjoy s1 for my sins (marcus aurelius foreshadowing!) but it's Wild how much s2 kicks up a gear the instant they start properly pairing off flint and silver. coming back for the rest of the rewatch once i've calmed down about the vampires so the true devastation lies ahead etc. also i rewatched twelfth night for toby stephens reasons, his orsino remains a formative piece of nonsense

mary & george: i'm not going to get into the whole nicholas galitzine filmography deepdive i was compelled to do for reasons not even known to myself but i raced through this. very sexy obviously but often in a way transactional or empowering or tender without necessarily being romantic. like it's not reinventing the wheel but it felt like a more expansive presentation of intimacy than you usually see in a costume drama. tony curran great in this!

shōgun: god what a show!! epic and tragic and funny and specific and just like an unbelievable showcase for craft and talent. fuji forever

a moment of romance: andy lau so gorgeous i could die, neon bloody hong kong action with a love story that's almost chaste until they finally kiss and it's fire actually. the rain! sparklers! explosions! a motorcycle helmet that says "safety!" on it!

tampopo: spent way too much money on a bunch of criterion collection blu-rays and i Loved this one, even the freaky egg stuff. an all-time food film and also baby ken watanabe is there with a little bandana!

all that heaven allows: i always feel like i came to sirk backwards because i saw far from heaven first; did magnificent obsession and written on the wind as well and the colours are always gorgeous but this was far and away my favourite. at one point a teapot gets smashed and i gasped like my heart was breaking

thief: god this absolutely rips! unfortunately your girl Is a michael mann bro (austin butler heat 2 let's gooo) and incredibly into things like blowtorches and shots of windows exploding outwards like a shower of diamonds

challengers: feral about it obviously, itemised list of derangements here

la chimera: it's josh o'connor season and i loved this even more than challengers, there are moments in this that felt like miracles

emma. (2020): rewatched this with the blu-ray commentary which only made me love it more, also i've warmed on callum turner since i saw his trip to the criterion closet, what a babe

queen of the damned: watched this in a vampire fever and in the spirit of "how bad can it be?" and the answer was: worse even than that

furiosa: a mad max saga: i really felt the saga of it all, like the almost mythic telling of it, and hemsworth's great and the action's great, but most importantly OH GOD TOM BURKE IS SO HOT AS PRAETORIAN JACK. OH GOD HE'S SO HOT AND STOIC AND SOLID and i was not prepared for it to be a Romance like that oh god

land of milk and honey by c pam zhang: near-future dystopian unbelievably sexy food book, i still think about some of those images. a duck breast split open like a geode!! fuck!!

the spymasters series by joanna bourne: i haven't loved a romance series like this in a While, it's napoleonic era spies! everyone's in love and constantly betraying and shooting each other! it's Not lymond but it was twisty and detailed enough to scratch the lymond itch for me. you can basically read them in any order because they weren't written chronologically, but take my advice and start with the black hawk, because then you can play "what's hawker up to?" in all the other books and hurt your feelings, then go back to the spymaster's lady and do the rest in publication order. i love my terrible spy family!!

practice by rosalind brown: i'm so obsessed with this, it's about a student trying to write an essay but really it's about shakespeare and yoga and the elaborate gay fictions she's constantly making up in her head

henry henry by allen bratton: henry iv by way of brideshead and patrick melrose, i deeply loved this and i deeply loved this hal. one for the hal/hotspur yuletide enjoyers etc

you should be so lucky by cat sebastian: i also read and loved her cabot series but this one really got to me. as a brit i can never truly be a baseball understander but this crossed the bull durham/everybody wants some!! line of making me yearn about it a bit

kaliane bradley, the ministry of time: loved this so wildly that i committed multiple counts of reverse wage theft to dazedly copy the best parts into my notes app and yowl about it with my friends who'd had arcs. sexy time travel roommate situation, my beloved

add me on goodreads or letterboxd if you're into that sort of thing etc

#monthly media #sophposting

[diosama27]

Satoru Gojo

Yn's Mom: Hey, Gojo-san!! My, my, look at you, standing here like our very own Adonis. Come on in, you absolute heartthrob!

Satoru: laughs Thank you, Mrs. LN(Your last name). I must say, you look absolutely radiant today. You're like a timeless beauty, defying age itself.

Yn's Mom: blushes Oh, you smooth talker! Flattery will get you everywhere.

Satoru: Well, I can't help but admire someone who looks so much younger than their age. You must have discovered the fountain of youth, Mrs.LN.

Yn's Mom: Oh, stop it, you! You really know how to charm a lady. Maybe I should introduce you to my friends. They'd be thrilled to meet someone who appreciates their youthful spirits.

Satoru: winks I'd be honored to meet them, Mrs. LN. But let's enjoy this gathering for now, shall we?

Yn's Mom: Agreed, Gojo-san. And don't forget to call me "Mom" from now on.

Satoru: bows Yes, Mom.

AN: I know you all are utterly flabbergasted as to why yn's mom is welcoming the most annoying, irritating asshole into her house.

I mean, seriously, this guy who hovers over your front door suddenly transforms into Mr. Charm when faced with mom. Hold up, let me spill the tea on how yn ended up in this wild situation.

So, picture this: it's the start of the week, and you're running late for work, rushing to your cabin with your coat and coffee, trying to keep your sanity intact. And there he is, Satoru, your colleague, strutting in with his fresh baby blue and black fit like he's walking a runway.

As if that's not enough, the dude spots you and decides to sashay over, grinning like a fool, as if he's auditioning for the role of "The Annoying Casanova"

It's has become his routine. He always slides in, all flirty and starts boasting about his weekend conquests, like he had all the "different types" of girls. But you, being the unbothered queen, just brush off his narcissistic crap. Like, who gives a damn?

You dive into your work while he keeps yapping about how he could make you see stars. And you hit him with, "Oh, please! I see stars every damn night, so thanks but no thanks."

People y'all need to get this straight: you ain't got no beef with him. You just aren't into the romance stuff at the moment. You prefer your solo time, you feel me? You're in that "me time" phase, and it's all good.

No denying, the dude is hot as hell. That's spitting facts. If someone bet you $50 to jump on him, you'd do it free, even toss in some extra cash without batting an eye.

But it ain't about that and never could be more than that. It just didn't click with him. Now, let's be real, he's the one you could fully adore, no doubt, without holding back.

He's been low-key hinting about his feelings all this time, but you've been straight-up ignoring them.

Y'all know him, he's the king of players, always flexing his charm, cracking jokes, and hopping from one hookup to the next.

So yeah, we ain't falling for that game and specifically no getting played by his smooth talk, he's an expert at leading hearts on with zero intentions of commitment. We're standing our ground, staying wise to his tricks.

Your phone buzzes, and it's your mom. You let out an irritated huff because you know another 25 minutes are about to go down the drain, just like that.

Mom: "Hey, honey."

You: "Yeah, mom, morning."

Mom: "Good morning, my precious. How's your day kickin' off?"

You: "I don't know, just started, nothing crazy yet."

Mom: "Well, let's infuse some positive vibes into it, shall we?"

You: "Sure, but I'm at work, so make it snappy."

Mom: "I understand life's a struggle, but sweetheart, don't you think it's time to come back home, settle down, and start a family? You know, before you hit that dreaded age of no return where all the eligible bachelors disappear into thin air!"

You: "Mom, seriously? We've had this talk a countless times. Please, just stop. I can't throw away four years of grind just because you want a grandchild! This is beyond ridiculous!"

Mom: "Oh, my poor heart! Will my beautiful daughter be left behind, watching the sands of time slip through her fingers, forever destined to be an old maid? Oh, the tragedy! Is this why I carried you for 10 months and..."

You: "Alright, enough. I know exactly where this is headed. But didn't I mention the flight reservation for the weekend?"

Mom: "Well, I just yearn to behold your lovely face as soon as humanly possible."

Your brother, causing chaos in the background, chimes in: "Yo, Mom's schemin' to set you up on a blind date right after you land."

You: "What the actual heck? Are you serious? Mom?!!"

Mom: "Oh, no, darling, it's not a date. We're just going to mingle with some influential folks, ya know? It's all about networking!"

You can hear your brother shrieking as your mom unleashes something on him, probably her flip flops.

While you're knee-deep in a heated argument with your mom, completely oblivious to your surroundings, Satoru slyly sneaks into your cabin, popping up with a silly grin. "Heyyy yn sannn!!" he cheerfully exclaims, his flirty game in full swing. "What's shakin', baby??" He puckers up for a cute face and inches closer.

To your utter astonishment, the other side of the conversation suddenly falls into a bizarre silence, like someone hit the mute button on a chaotic war movie scene. All you can hear now are faint murmurs.

In the midst of the madness, your brother snatches the phone from your mom's hands.

Brother: "Yo, yn! You better not be getting tangled up with guys, are you?!"

You can hear the satisfying sound of your mom delivering a few extra smacks to your brother before regaining control of the phone.

Mom: "Wait just a minute!!! You're dating someone? Oh, my dear heavens! Who is he? How does he look? What's his name? Send me a picture, pronto! Hold on, you're at work, sooo, is it someone from work??? No wait, this is not happening!

You're in LOVE????!!!!"

At this point, you feel a strong urge to grab a sledgehammer, break through those wide glass windows, and escape into the sweet embrace of peace and serenity.

Instead of dealing with two hyperactive, intentionally overdramatic adults and a loudmouthed teenager (your mom, Satoru, and your brother respectively) is just too much to handle.

That's when the brilliant idea of fake dating pops into your mind like a light bulb moment. "Well, couldn't I just pull off this epic move?!" you think to yourself.

You: "Oh yeah, Mom, I'm actually dating someone, so sorry, but I won't be able to make it to that date!"

You can practically see Satoru's heart shattering into a million nano particles in his eyes, scattered across the room. But now that he's within earshot, he overhears the conversation and finally grasps what's going on.

Mom: "Well, if you're really dating someone, let me talk to him! I need to see if he's good enough for my precious baby!"

Satoru, being the quick thinker that he is, jumps into action, matching the vibe effortlessly.

They both start engaging in a lively conversation, with all his charm and sweet talk meanwhile you are a sweating mess trying to predict what on earth the outcome of this stupidity will be.

Their chemistry is so convincing that even you start to question if it's all just an act. They just hit it off soo effortlessly.

Mom: "Oh my, you two seem just perfect together! I can't believe my luck! You will, without a doubt, make the cutest couple ever. I can't wait to meet my son-in-law"

As they continue, Satoru plays his role flawlessly, you can't help but admire his ability to spin this fake dating scenario into a believable tale.

It's like watching a masterclass in deception, and you can't help but feel a mix of awe and amusement at the absurdity of it all.

"Wait a damn minute! Now she wants to meet him? Uhhhhhhh?" You swore internally, feeling the chaos about to unfold sinking in like a sinking ship in a stormy sea.

Lost in your own thoughts, trying to come up with a diversion to steer the attention away from your mom meeting "Satoru Gojo," you completely missed the part where they finalized the full master plan for your trip back home together, both you and him.

"Hey?? Ynnnn! What should I pack? When are we leaving? Hmm?" He asks innocently, his face now a picture of cluelessness.

"Eh? Ehh? Ehhhhhhhhh???!!" You were left utterly bewildered, your mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

"No way. Nooo, I can't believe this is happening." It's like a mission fucking impossible, no, scratch that, it's a mission that should not be fucking possible under any circumstances.

Satoru on the other hand "Shoot! I have to go book those tickets, before they're out." He struts out of your cabin, shooting you a playful flying kiss, and quips, "I'll be here waiting for ya babe!" before sauntering off.

"What the actual freak have I gotten myself into?!!" you exclaim, overwhelmed with a sense of despair and disbelief.

#anime #chubby reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo imagine #fake dating #gojo satoru x chubby reader

[madamlaydebug]

Erykah Badu Posing for her High School Senior Picture in 1989.

The Photo at the very bottom was also Taken in 1989.

Erica Abi Wright (born February 26, 1971), known professionally as Erykah Badu, is an American singer and songwriter. Influenced by R&B, soul, and hip hop, Badu rose to prominence in the late 1990s when her debut album Baduizm (1997), placed her at the forefront of the neo soul movement, earning her the nickname "Queen of Neo Soul" by music critics.

Erykah Badu was born in Dallas, Texas. Badu had her first taste of show business at the age of four, singing and dancing at the Dallas Theater Center and The Black Academy of Arts and Letters (TBAAL) under the guidance of her godmother, Gwen Hargrove, and uncle TBAAL founder Curtis King. By the age of 14, Badu was freestyling for a local radio station alongside such talent as Roy Hargrove. In her youth, she had decided to change the spelling of her first name from Erica to Erykah, as she believed her original name was a "slave name". The term "kah" signifies the inner self. She adopted the surname "Badu" because it is her favorite jazz scat sound; also, among the Akan people in Ghana, it is the term for the 10th-born child.

After graduating from Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts, Badu went on to study theater at Grambling State University, a historically black university. She left the university in 1993 before graduating, to focus more fully on music. During this time, Badu took several minimum-wage jobs to support herself. She taught drama and dance to children at the South Dallas Cultural Center. Working and touring with her cousin, Robert "Free" Bradford, she recorded a 19-song demo, Country Cousins, which attracted the attention of Kedar Massenburg. He set Badu up to record a duet with D'Angelo, "Your Precious Love", and eventually signed her to a record deal with Universal Records.

Badu's career began after she opened a show for D'Angelo in 1994 in Fort Worth, leading to record label executive Kedar Massenburg signing her to Kedar Entertainment. Her first album, Baduizm, was released in February 1997. It spawned four singles: "On & On", "Appletree", "Next Lifetime" and "Otherside of the Game". The album was certified triple Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Her first live album, Live, was released in November 1997 and was certified double Platinum by the RIAA.

Her second studio album, Mama's Gun, was released in 2000. It spawned three singles: "Bag Lady", which became her first top 10 single on the Billboard Hot 100 peaking at #6, "Didn't Cha Know?" and "Cleva". The album was certified Platinum by the RIAA. Badu's third album, Worldwide Underground, was released in 2003. It generated three singles: "Love of My Life (An Ode to Hip-Hop)", "Danger" and "Back in the Day (Puff)" with 'Love' becoming her second song to reach the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at #9. The album was certified Gold by the RIAA. Badu's fourth album, New Amerykah Part One, was released in 2008. It spawned two singles: "Honey" and "Soldier". New Amerykah Part Two was released in 2010 and fared well both critically and commercially. It contained the album's lead single "Window Seat", which led to controversy.

Badu's voice has been compared to jazz singer Billie Holiday. Early in her career, Badu was recognizable for her eccentric style, which often included wearing very large and colorful headwraps. She was a core member of the Soulquarians.

As an actress, she has played a number of supporting roles in movies including Blues Brothers 2000, The Cider House Rules and House of D. She also has appeared in the documentaries Before the Music Dies and The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975.

AWARDS & NOMINATIONS

▪In 1997, Badu received twenty nominations and won three, Favorite Female Solo Single for "On & On", Favorite Female Solo Album for Baduizm and Best R&B/Soul or Rap Song of the Year for "On & On" at the Soul Train Lady of Soul Awards.

▪In 1998, Badu received fourteen nominations and won eight, including Favorite R&B/Soul or Rap New Artist at the American Music Awards; Best Female R&B Vocal Performance for "On & On" and Best R&B Album for Baduizm at the Grammy Awards; Outstanding New Artist and Outstanding Female Artist at the NAACP Image Awards; Favorite Female Soul/R&B Single for "On & On", Favorite Female Soul/R&B Album for Baduizm and Favorite New R&B/Soul or Rap New Artist for "On & On" at the Soul Train Music Awards.

▪In 2000, Badu received two nominations and won one, Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group at the Grammy Awards.

▪In 2003, Badu received twelve nominations and won two, including Video of the Year for "Love of My Life (An Ode to Hip-Hop)" at the BET Awards and Best Urban/Alternative Performance for "Love of My Life (An Ode to Hip-Hop)" at the Grammy Awards.

▪In 2008, Badu received eleven nominations and won two, including Best Director for "Honey" at the BET Awards and Best Direction in a Video for "Honey" at the MTV Video Music Awards. Overall, Badu has won 16 awards from 59 nominations.

▪In 2023, Rolling Stone ranked Badu at number 115 on its list of the 200 Greatest Singers of All Time.