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sapphireblueandfire · 1 year

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Aemond is weak for domesticity, if Luke acts like a loving wife he gets ridiculously docile

anon! i love this!!!

i don’t think the aemond we know is used to love as something that’s given just for the pure joy of giving, undiluted love, untainted by duty or ambition. he’s used to love corrupted with the shadow of hidden purpose and he’s only gotten a few scrapes of love as it’s meant to be so,

when luke rips into his life, when (in my dreamland) they’re forced to marry and to belatedly exile to driftmark together― he isn’t expecting it. because when things finally settle and they're left alone to live their now linked lives, luke, slowly, starts doing the most unexpected things: makes dinner for the both of them and refills his glass of wine and treats him carefully and, the most terrible of all then— he listens, on those days when not even aemond can keep himself so tightly in check anymore and drinks a little too much wine than he should and then too-long-kept secrets start to slip out of his mouth (things like ‘nobody’s ever done this for me’ and ‘i. though about this sometimes, you know. how would it be. feel free of all of them. free of her’ and ‘i always thought i hated you but― i don’t really think i do’). and luke smiles at him good morning and asks him to wear his hair down sometimes, calls him pretty when aemond finally finds the courage enough to do it (for him. because that’s the scary part. doing it for him), pulls a strand back from his forehead with delicate hands. luke pulls up the collar of his jacket when it's cold and takes his temperature with warm lips when the harsh sea-winter gets under his bones, and wraps him in his arms through the worse of the fever and― it’s impossible not to crumble, not to feel broken into the right hands, when he finally asks him, one day, no need of wine or courage anymore, because it feels safe, for the first time in his life, safe to look luke right in the eye and,

‘why do you keep treating me like this?’

and luke just― draws with his fingertips down the long wound that crosses his face, fearless, like aemond isn’t the only one, like luke feels safe enough with him to do it and―

‘war ended. and they gave me the opportunity to end it up with you, too. and i don’t want to live at war, aemond. i never did. and now i think you don’t either’

‘so―’ and aemond feels it, how love really hurts. pure. beautiful. terrible. but― “that’s what this is?’

―but luke just smiles bigger, sharper in that way of his that’s never really aiming to cut, soothes the pain in his chest same as he’s been soothing everything else. a little mean, a little breathtaking,

‘and you’re supposed to be the clever one, aemond? tsk. c’mon. you know it’s not’

and aemond’s never known it. love like this. something warm and bright and quiet. something gloriously simple, when luke’s hand cups his cheek and draws him close and aemond just― goes. easy. easy. lets luke kiss his scarred cheek then part his lips with his then kiss him. and aemond feels light. serene. feels docile in luke’s arms. and maybe this is how true love feels, he thinks, as he kisses luke back, as luke's hands carefully free him from his clothes as they have freed him from everything else like finally being at peace.

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omg anon this has derailed a lot from what you sent me but i couldn’t help myself I'm sorry. but, inevitable as it was, please accept some falling-in-love cheesiness in my favorite future!scenario so far. and THANK YOU for this hc. I’m obsessed. o b s e s s e d. 😘😘😘😘😘

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys x aemond #xask #xlucemond

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silverdeer · 1 year

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@faesandfaunas Xerxes: "Sylvia? Sylvia! What happened?!"

Hurt/comfort prompts

Sylvia felt absolutely humiliated. Here she was, openly sobbing because her legs gave out again. She couldn't walk it off now and try the antidotes she had at home. And worst of all, she was found.

Weakly, she looked up. Oh goodness, it was Xerxes. The only good thing to happen today. "Ib-" when she opened her mouth, she felt new, fresh tears spilling. Both pain and humiliation were overwhelming her. It was worse now that her nose was running too.

"I tribbed on G'faiai nebt." Sylvia swiped at her eyes with the cuffs of both of her sleeves. How was she supposed to expect it was Grafaiai territory in the city? Most of the time, paint meant smeargle. What was one of those doing out here? "Poison hurbs." Another sob escaped from Sylvia. Of all people, Xerxes would know just how much worse poison is to them.

#faesandfaunas #xask #xsylvia #Sorry this is so late sdfkjsdf

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yongbokslee · 2 years

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so glad to see u around jj 🫶

always glad to tiptoe back onto tumblr and see you're still putting out wonderful gifs ri! 🫂🫂🫂 it's crazy how much the kpop blog ecosystem has changed over the last couple of years...

#if i may be so sentimental as to get nostalgic for giffing 'back then' it was such a definitive part of me life...#formative...i'm very glad to have shared it with you!#do you still have twitter? :0 i'm still on there tweeting about kpop and other random stuff if you're ever on the worst app ever lol #xask #text #ri!!

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hotelhazbincharle · 2 months

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He is very cute 😍

#Xask

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xptobie · 7 months

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This is how I hold u

So you can bite my head haha

#xasks🌵#minters❤️‍🔥#xpersona👑

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everydaygremlin · 4 months

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THE FUCKING SNOW

on another note,

IIIIiiiiiiIIIIIITS…

Ķ̛̎͐̇͆̄ͣͦ̂̀̓̒̀̀̎͊͐͐̀̀̂͒̓͛ͨͤ̍̐ͦ͋͛ͮ̏̓̍̉̾̅͐͑̒͒̓ͯ̅̃̃͂ͯ͑ͨͧ͗̓̀̎̿͛̓̓ͧͤ̾ͪ̃ͬͦ̏̃̇͑͆̓͐ͮ̑ͥ͌ͭͮ͐̃ͩͫ̓̊͊ͪͪ̌͒̊̽̋ͥ̆̽̓ͬ͛̎̋̇͆̄̌͑́ͥͧ̿ͭ̀̑̊ͣ̃͋̾̋̓̆̉͌ͨͪͤ̈ͯ̏̅̂̈́̔̓̿̋̓̐̃̒͋ͥ̃ͨ̚҉̸̧̧̨̨̛́̀͘͘͘͘͟͜͞͏̸҉̨͞҉̷̵̸̧̀͠͠͝͏͏̵̴́͘͟͏̷̶̸͢͟͝͏̶̵̵̷̵̵̵̸̡̨̡̧̨̡̛̛̛̛́̀́́́́͘͜͜͜͟͟͠͝͠͡͠͝͞͞͞͝͞͠͏̧́́͘͏͢͏̶̡̡̧̡̨́́͏̷̧́͢҉̵̶̧̨̛̛́́͟͡͡͝҉̶̶̷̨̡̛͟͟͞͝͏̧̢́̀̕͜҉̶̷̶̷̸̧̢̨̨̡̧̛̠̙̮̯̠̥͇͔̲͖̣̘̭̲̟̜͖͎̫̗̬̱̘̯̩̲̪̺̩͉̳̩̗̣͇̯̲̺̤͚͇͉̤̲͇̩̜̗͈̩̯̗̠̙̀́̀́́͘͘͘̕̕̕͘͜͝͠͞͡͠͞ͅR̸̷̸̢̢͋̏̆͛̏̑̎̀̒͐̔ͯ͛ͨ̿̌͐̍ͫ̑̂̄̊̈́͊ͪ̆ͭͣ͂ͣ̓ͨͭ̓̉͑̾̐̇͂͑̽ͩ̓̑̈́͂̆ͥ̎̋͂̇́̀ͥ͑͊̏̚͘͞͏͏̷̵̴̵̵̢̧̧̨̧́́͘̕͢͜͜͢͞͡͠͝͡͠͠͝҉̵̢͜͠͞͝҉̶̷̶̵̸̴̨̛̛́́̕͜͡͞͞͞͠͠͏̴̨̧͘҉̸̴̷̢̡̢̢̢̛̛̀͘͟͟͝͡͡͏̷̷̸̵̧̡̧̡̧̢̛̕̕͘͢͞͠҉̵̵̴̷̸̶̷̵̢̨̢̡̨̡̨̀̀́́̕̕̕͘͞͞͝͞͡͡͞҉̴̷̷̶̵̶̸̸̶̢̧̡̛̛̛́̀́̀̀͘͢͟͜͜͜͜͢͠͝͞͠͝͞҉̴̨̧̀͘͟͟͞͠͏̶̨̨̛̛̕͘͜͜͝͞͏̸̧̛̀̕͢͞҉͘͝҉̵̶̨̨̀́̕͡͏̶̨͘͢͢͠͏͢҉̷̢̡̧͠͠͞͏̴̸̴̸̸̸̵̸̷̢̡̡̡̧̛̪͔̻̫̤̗̗̼͍͔̟̺̜̟̻͖͍͍͉͉͔̗̤͓͈͈͈̱̱̮̟̻͈̣̪̹̭̦͕̩̺̯̖̲̦̤̹͍̖̠̺͔̩̮͔̬͈̠̜͇̳̼͈̟͍͈̹̼̦̺̦̫̥̭̮̫̦̞̙͙̳̝̜̞̭̻̗̗̦̯͚̙̘̤̪̰͍̟̙̥̬̭̪̖̩͓̻̝̙̖̹̭̞̜͍̻͎͇̩͈̮͉̖̞̠͉̼̳̦̯̫̤̟̖̲̘̝̬͕͙͕̻͈̩̰̜̟͍̺̮͚̣͚̻͚̯̙̳̲̹̪̪͎̪̹͔̩̮̟̗̣̖̤̝̫͉̣͍̭̖͚̺̹̬͔̗̤̙̫̩͙͙̹̘͙̹͉̱̙͎͓̦̳̞͔̙̼̩̳͕͎̻̲͖͍̻̭̭̗̫͍̙͉̬̘̩̱̜͓͚͚̳͇̯̘̯̮̹̝̬̭̦̻̹͕̭̺̟̭̞̺̳̭̲͎̣̫̦̠̮͇͇̣̳̭̠̯́̕̕͢͟͟͠͠͠͡͞ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅI̶̶̵̴̷̸̵̸̵̷̵̴̶̶̡̢̛̛͑͆̽͐́͗̉̆̍̈̊ͣ͑̋ͯͮͨ̓ͨ̎ͨͤ̌ͤ͗͑̍̒̿̅ͮ͆̒͒͗ͨͪ̉ͭ̔̇̒ͦͯ̃ͥ̅̏ͮ̃̍ͫ̂̎̿̐͛͐͑̅͊͊ͩͬ̑͑̒̓ͭ̌̃̽̉͊ͣͩ̑ͯͦ̓̈̾ͨͤͤ̍̀͗ͪ̐̔ͭ̍ͭ̈́͂̉̑͑͆ͯ͐̈́̿̄͊͋ͦ̓ͬ̏̒̉ͪ̂́̚̚̚̚̚̚͘͜͢͡͠͝͡͠͠͝҉̷̴̢̡̧̛́́̕͟͢͜͟͞͡҉́͠͠͏͢҉̵̧̧̨̛͟͝͝͠҉̶̴̷̡̕͟͞͡͞͡҉̨̛͘͝͠҉̴̷̷̶́̀́͢͠͡͞͝͡͏̸̢̢̡̕͘͞͏̶̷̛̛̫͉̙͇͇̲̘͇̳̝͕̟̠̼̦̻̻̘͈̳͈͚̟̘̙̠̙̖͚͙̫͇̻̮͓̭̲̥̼̺̮̹̪̜̝̹̬͚̼́́̀͟͜͢͡͝͞ͅMͨ͋̿̆̽̎ͩ̎̏̒̄ͦ̔̃͑͒̆̿ͫͤ͊̈́̋ͤ̎̈̊ͣ̈́ͥͪ̑̿͂̈́̉̃̓͊̅ͯ̒͆ͦ̓͛͊̓̈ͪ̍̀̔͑̀͐̒ͦͬ̋̎ͧ̾̀̑̏͑ͭ̋ͬ̂͌ͩ̍̍̓ͮ̍̾̍̐͛̏ͤ͒͑ͨ͛ͨ̎͗̀̇̐̆͌̑̋ͨ͐̅ͬ̉̉̃ͣͥ̊̿͊̒̿̄͆́̂͗ͫͯ͂ͦ̀̂̌ͯ̿̂̀̑͗́̅̇̃͂́͊ͭͭ̒͑͌ͭ͗̀̋͌ͫͤ̊͋ͧ̏͊̄͗͌̔ͣ͂̇̐́ͦ͌͛̿̇ͬͯ͑̆͊͌̽̓ͥ̃ͯͩ̀̑̎̅ͬ̇̅ͪ͒̌̊̓ͥ͂͊̾̆ͤ͛̋̏̅͊͂ͪͨ͆͂̾̍ͦ͊ͩͨ͛̎͊͐̉̓̑̿̿ͮ͌̔ͬ̽̔ͤ̀͊̀͂͂̂ͨ̽̎ͭ͋ͥ̎̿̎͂̍͊ͧ̏ͨ̄̈́̎̐̔̿̌͑͗͋̓̚̚̚̚̚͢͏̵̴̴̢̧̀͜͢͟͠͡͏҉̴̶̸̡̡̢̢̢̧͘͘͢͜͜͡͠͠͞͏̷̷̡́͟͢͜͞͞͠҉̸̢̨̡̀́̕͘͜͏̸̵̷̴̢̢̡̡̡̨͘͘͜͟͡͞͏̸̢̀́̕̕͜͠͝͏̵̵͘͜͏̸̵̷̨̨̀́̀̕͠҉̴̵̶̶̡̢̢̡̕̕͡͏̴̸̶̷̴̷̧̧̨̡̧̛̛͘̕͜͜͢͠͡͠͡҉̸̵̧̀͘͟͜͞͞͡҉̷̵̵̢̨̢́́̀͜͟͝͡͡͠͠͏̸͢͏̸̴̷̢̧̛̤̻̠̻̤̟͖͖̜͖̙̹̻̗̖̞͈̮̯͈̺͚̮̣̱̼͎̼̤̙͎̗͎͎͔̘̟̺̯̗͖̫͓̦̳̥̘̗̗̥̱̯̙̮͕̖͇̬̫̝͎̘̥͈̤̘͈̮͉̟͖̥͙̮͚̙͙̲̙̲̱͓̺̟̰͓̙̘̹̖̳̲͓̠̝̪̯̪̝̱̘̳̘̞̦̯̪͍̰͔̻͙̘̠͎̤̳̹̦̙̘͓̣̫͙͓̖͕̩͓̣̖̝̞̥̺͇̭̭̣͈̘͎̠̩͉͉̦̣̼̜̝̳̗̜̻̦̯͍̞͉̖͎̼͚̗̲͙̣̖͓̤̲̜̠̖͖̺̱̜͇̰̣̫̰̣̺̣͓̰̳̟̲͔͙̩̙͇̲͎̫͉͇̰͚̯̳̦̝͈̙͕̜̥̭̠͎̭̮̞̖̤͇̻̜͍̰̭̙̰̘̦̣͖̳̳͎̳̩̤̮̲͎̮̞̦̭̜̱̱͍̲͉̖͖͉̩͖̦̯̩͎̙̼͔̯͙̼̟͍͘̕͡͝ͅͅA̸̡̢̢̓͋̉̍͒ͣͩͥ̐ͧͦ̾ͫ̍̋̀ͦͩ̂̽̎ͦ̍̉ͮ̾̽ͮͭ̉̋̔͑̔͛̏ͮͦ͐ͫ̈́̂̈̾ͦͮͧ̈̉̈́ͯͭ̀͋̾ͪ̑̅ͤ̈ͥ̎͛ͦͫ͌̿͋̅̒̽̾̿̇̑̃̽̒͌ͧͥ̚̚͢͢͠͏҉̴̀͘͘͠͏̶̵̷̸̢̢̡̛̛̛͘͘͘͘͢͠͞͞͠͠͡҉̸̡͘͜͢͝͞͠͞҉̷̸̸̸̸̴̛̀́̕͢҉̷̸̴̧̨̡̧̛́̀͘͢͟͢͠͡͡͏̷͟͟͜҉̵̸̷̵̵̸̸̵̶̸̷̴̢̢̧̢̨̢̛̛̀́̀̀̀̕̕͘͘͢͜͟͢͞͡͠͞͡͞͞͞҉҉̶̵̡́̕͢͠͡͝҉̶͠͏͏̡͞҉̶̶̷̸̡̡̡̀͟͜͞҉̵̡́͡҉̵̶̷̨̡̛̀́̕͡͡͏̶̷̨̀́͘͘͘̕͟͟͡͞҉̸̸͘͘͠͞҉̵̶̸̵̵̸̵̷̨̨̢̧̛̛͘͟͟͟͟͟͢͝͡͠͝͞͠͞͞͏̴̴̶̵̧̨̨̢̨̨̡̨̨̀́́́̀̕͜͢͞͞͠͠͏̶̀͘҉̴̴͘͞͞͠͏̀͘͞͠҉̸͎͈̦̠̝̼̜̤͍͉̹̙̩̳̘̬̥͓̝̠̬͔̰̲̞̱̥̹̦͚̰͚̺̤͈͓͉̱̝̗̯̪͔̖̺̯̠̬͈͙̱̹̫͎̩̝͉̳̠̜̠̟̜̰͕̟̥̟̪̟̙̘͕̬̤̜̦̩̤̝̣̤̟̟̼̖͉͓̜͇̣̭̫͔͙̜̦̥̺͇̞͎͍̤̰̻̹̘͈̗̦̪̺̜̼̺̩̝̯̰̞͈̱̝̖͖͔̠͔̫̳̹̤̞̹̤̥̺̭͙̙͕̼̫̮̦͖̗͍̖̣̫̱̭̪̥̦̘̥̥̹̜͈̗̻͓͕͎̬̟̲̪̻̥͙͓͓̪̥̭̠̲͈͖̜͕̖̘͍̟̩̪͕̖̳̼̞̩̞̭͖̭̝̦̻̺̮̖̝͙̺̭͇̖̙̹͎͚̯̼̗͔̖̮̺̗̱̖̗̩͉̩̮̥̪͔͇͖̘̫̘̖̳̹̙̼̼͙̮̥͈͚͖̥̖̺̹̱̳̩͖͓̲̘̥̼̬̫͈̺̩̀͟ͅͅͅͅͅͅ.̸̵̧̉ͩ̔̎̂ͩͩͦ̊͛̒́͐͊̍͒͂̽͋ͬͤ̄̍̍̌ͨ̔ͮ̒͛͌̇̎͊ͫ̃̇ͦ̾͊̒̇̑ͮ̃̉͊̾ͤ͛ͪ̌ͩ̑̎ͯ̄ͯ͋͒͐͆̔͗̂̑̊̊́̐ͩ̔̃̇̌͗̂͊ͫ͌̊̇̇̓̂ͭ̃͆̑ͧ̾̎͛͂͑̈́ͬ́̈́̾ͫͦͤͭͥ̄ͦ̾̅ͪ͗̓͒̆̐ͧͫ̚̚͘҉̷̧̛͘͞͝͝͠͞͞͏͖̺̯̳̹̹̝̲̥͎͎̗̖̘̭̻̬̟̘̱͕͈̫̪͎͈̙̪̲͕̬̦̗̦̥̻̝͔͎̟̰͔̖̖̝̜̝̝̼͇̻̤̰͇͔̤̤͇̘̫̙̞̜͉͙̺̰̦͓̺͇̪̼̲̝̳̫̝͇̪͙̺̤̬̣͈̭̣̪̼̯̩̞̫̙͉̺̭̹͔̬̬̗̖͇͕̀͡ͅ

ANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN WHAT DID YOU DO???

#IGNORE THE FUNNY FORMATTING PLEASEEE #xasks #anon

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fallauween · 7 months

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Just wanted to say thank u for making the effort to sources/credit your stuff. I've always loved a fall themed blog but I was always a little sad that many seem to be full of uncredited images so I appreciate you putting in the effort!!

Thank you very much! 🥰 I felt the same way, which is why I started this blog. Hunting down sources isn't always easy, but I've gotten to discover many creators and the neat things they've made.

#xreplies #xasks

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lover-girl-estxx · 7 months

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Coffee and Kisses

Nate Diaz x Reader ( N38 R35)

Fluff | xasked by @princessmermaid1289

"babygirl?" I hear them kisses on my shoulder "mm?" I ran my hand over his arm "your alarm" I reached over turning it off then sighed. I sat up on the side of our bed and reached down grabbing my shirt and putting it on, I looked by Nate just looking at me "you're a creep" I laughed standing up "that's not what you were saying last night" he smiled grabbing my hand pulling me back on the bed "Nathaniel!" I said laughing, my head was on his stomach, he leaned over and kissed me I cupped one side of this face "okay now I need to get ready" I pecked his lips.

I was in the bathroom doing some light makeup for work. When Nate came in and sat a cup of coffee on the sink "oh thank you baby!" I pecked his lips, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder "you need a ride to work?" He asked since my car was in the shop "no Mandy's picking me up, I thought you'd have to train" "I do but I don't mind driving you" I put gloss on then turned in his arms mine going to his shirtless shoulders "it's okay! I'll be off around 1 . Will you be back by then?" "Yeah!" "K!" I pecked his lips.

I was by the door putting my shoes on when I heard her honk. I ran into the living room and kissed Nate "bye!" "Bye mamas love you!" "Love you!" I kissed his cheek then grabbed my bag "be careful!" Nate yelled "you too!".

| Nate's POV |

I walked into Y/n's restaurant, she was talking with some customers holding plates in her hands. She smiled then walked in the back, Mandy waved then pointed for me to sit at the breakfast bar which I did. She went into the back then Y/n stuck her head around the corner with a smile. "Ma'ma I've been sitting here for like I don't know 10 hours and not one person has helped me" I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, she smiled "I'm very very sorry about that sir! what can I do to make that up to you?" She smirked, I huffed scratching the back of my head "I guess a kiss could do it" she smiled again coming around and kissing me. I pulled back and smiled "what are you doing here?" Her arm around my shoulder "I wanted to give you a ride home" "do you want to eat first?" She asked rubbing the back of my neck "no just want to go home with you" she smiled "I'll go get my stuff!".

I had my arm wrapped around her shoulders going out to the truck, then opened her door "thank you!" She smiled.

I opened her door when we pulled in "I can't move" she whispered closing her eyes "your a hand full" I grabbed her out holding her bridal style "thank you!" She kissed my cheek.

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oh man that one with billy convincing steve to skip work has got me thinking trophy husband billy

Oh, anon! 💗💗💗💗adkahdshdhdkhkhdYESSS. I LOVE this idea!

And I’m SURE he would be the happiest trophy husband. And also the kind that's showy. Has so much fun going over the top with it, being gossip material. All cliché-y, and Diva-like. Basically confirming what everyone thinks about him (about them) precisely because it’s the diametrically opposed to what it really is.

Doing things like:

Mowing the lawn in mini-mini-shorts. Working on his tan on their lovely backyard on the sunny Sunday Summer mornings (in that exact spot where –coincidentally– Mr. Walker, their blatantly homophobic next door neighbor, would have to get out of his own backyard with his eyes closed not to see). Being reaaaally polite with everyone around (Mr. Walker included), smiling and waving his hand like “Hiiii, Janice! How did that new face treatment go?” because they live in a Nice Place now, six years after Robert Harrington made Steve climb his way up the company ladder right from the bottom “Exactly like everyone else”, both as a punishment and a trial; after working their asses out of their shitty one-bedroom apartment, having to prove themselves in every single step (as Steve and Billy, but also as SteveandBilly), but,

Here they are.

And now Steve has a very good job, one he’s genuinely good at, one that pays for much more than hardly the bills and maybe having dinner out from time to time. And they’re happy and they are together and they fucking made it, despite barely anyone around them given two shits. Now, Steve slicks his wild hair back from Monday to Friday, wears the nicest suits, so fitting and sexy and oh so preppy Billy sometimes gets a hard-on just from seeing them all together in the dressing room, hanging in a perfectly tidy line, made of the same material of sins.

So.

He just doesn’t see the point in not treating himself every once in a while. Make Steve run late for work or not getting there at all. In no letting himself enjoy the way those tailored beauties emphasize the shape of Steve’s glorious ass. Enjoy the certainty that in a big, stylish, impeccably neat office downtown, Steve’s dad is rolling his eyes all the way back into their sockets.

And also.

In not letting himself revel in the exhilarating feeling of sliding full into this ‘hot-mess trophy hubby’ persona almost everyone around them assumes he is. Steve’s Harrington boy-toy. “That California scum. Must be real good at sucking dick to get a deal like that.” Make the rumors roll down the small streets of Hawkins and under the door of his own father’s house. Thrive in the knowledge that every time Neil Hargrove hears any or those rumors or gets even the tiiiniest glimpse of them two together, going out and about holding hands, feels like he’s about to puke his guts out thinking about what his son has ‘become’.

And aside from that, he kind of––enjoys, this trophy husband thing, to be honest. It’s been ten years since they got together now. Billy likes to keep things spiced-up. So when Steve is promoted and they move to be close to the new office, along with the house Billy buys a pair of powder pink slippers, fluffy ball of floating fur on top, and a see-through, fur-riveted robe to match. Some days he goes to his morning cockteling&tanning session in the backyard wearing only that (“Heeeey! How ya doin’ Mr. Walker?”). Kisses Steve goodbye long and filthy at the door, where everyone can see, opening the robe wide to wrap it around them both together, pressing their bodies flush, biting at his ear and whispering “Bring me a diamond when you come back, honey bunny” making Steve snort but say "You deserve a million of them, babe" making Billy melt, feel a bit like he's dripping love out of all the pores of his body, making a puddle that will permanently stain the glamorous white marble of the entryway as he waves Steve goodbye, scratches with feign indifference at the trail of fair hairs coming out his flashy-green pants to counteract the way Steve's killer smile makes him blush as hard as the first time, a whole decade away, that cold November night when he grabbed Billy by the collar of his T-shirt and said "I'm gonna kiss you. And then you're gonna punch me. And I don't care.”

It’s like a fucking fairytale. The way things were going? The most Billy expected out of life was live if fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse behind. But now, he’s got the guy of his dreams. He’s got a life he could have never dreamed of. He’s got Steve, now. Steve, who’s good, is caring. Always fights him back. Doesn’t buy any of the shit he tries to pull off. Steve, who's got lips like that moment the earth forgets about gravity when you’re riding down the hill of a rollercoaster. Got eyes that can rip out of you promises you never thought you'd make (like: I do and forever and not even death). That always see Billy when they look at him.

And now, he gets to wake up every morning before he does, put the Moka pot on the stove. Gets to see Steve’s sleepy face right after rolling out of bed, hair still untamed, pouty lips, bare feet dragging over the floor. See the way he beams, smile wide and devastatingly sweet when Billy tells him “I made you coffee, babe”. Gets Steve kissing him like a daydream, laying him over the kitchen table, fucking him before even touching breakfast with his fancy pink robe on.

And Billy thought he would have to change. Give something, to have something. Didn’t really mind. Too lucky to complain. Thought he would have to stop being mean once they got married. Play the tamed part. Thought he was going to have to behave to fit into the rich and respectable life they had landed at. But. No-No. Rich people? They’re way meaner than regular people, turns out. Billy’s just been upgraded to play for the Asshole’s World Championship Cup.

And he’s always been good at sports.

So he goes to the hair salon the afternoon before any important event. Gets a facial. Does his nails. Buys new clothes. Gets all Pretty Woman on himself just so Steve can show him off. And oh. OH. OHHH. Steve does show him off. To his dad. His mom. The whole party. Doesn’t give a fuck about whatever people keeps on whispering behind their backs. Offers his arm to Billy and Billy clings to him, keeps his chin up. He’s never been as afraid of anything as much as Steve not loving him back. He’s fearless now. Because here they are. So he lets Steve walk him through the crowd as the King he was born like. Brilliant. Proud. Letting Billy to deal with the vultures if he fancies to do that.

“Awwww. But look at you!! Anyone can tell you two are soooo in love!”

Fake boobs. Fake Louboutins. Fake Smile. Billy is Queen Bee now. He’s got this.

“Oh, no Miss Treadaway. I dearly appreciate you noticing how good my acting skills are. But it’s exactly as you said to Miss Walton the other day. I only married Stevie here because he’s got a big dick and it’s loaded. And he only married me because of how good I look on all fours. You’re too perceptive to hide it!”

But with Steve’s parents? With Steve’s parents Billy is relentlessly n i c e. When Robert Harrington won’t even look at him. When Crystal Harrington blows saccharine all over him like in a bad magic trick, deceivingly sweet when she says, “Well William. Maybe it's time you get a real job too now our Steven is running his own branch" cold war buzzing between them when Billy spreads his most honest, open smile, not a millimeter of animadversion showing “But I already have a real job, Crystal. I take care of your son. And there’s also, you know, that side thing I do of running Garage” making her fingers clutch hard around her cup of fine champagne, making Steve’s lips fight to repress a grin, eyes fond, and soft and in love. And Billy will do whatever it takes, endure whatever he has to, if what he gets in return is this: the way the narrow space keeping them apart feels like inevitability when they're about to kiss.

And everyone thought he was going after the money, when they married. Most still do. But Billy never actually asked for diamonds. Well, not for real. But he gets one anyway. Tenth anniversary and counting. It shines unreal on his finger, as much as this life he has now, as the liquid shine of Steve’s eyes when he says “They come from fire, just like you. I always thought they would fit so well. And looks like I was right” and just a few years before, Billy would have said “This is too much, I can’t take it” too afraid Steve would get the wrong impression too, too afraid to not be up to him. But now, he understands, that this is just another way Steve is trying to take care of him, to show him love. So now, Billy lets Steve spoil him as much as he wants. Take him out for dinner without reason. Hand him a sealed envelope saying, “What about showing me that ocean you love so much?” Kissing him in front of everyone, all the time, ringed fingers intertwined.

Lets him buy them a California King just to make a stupid joke, get Billy Hargrove to blush.

“We can ditch all of this, if you’re not happy. You know that, right? I don’t care about anything else as long as it’s you and I”

Billy shakes his head. “I am happy, pretty boy. Happier than I ever thought I could be” Tickles Steve’s nose with the fluffy, pink fuzz all around his robe until he sneezes and chuckles. “But I wanna know,” he says, tone pouty and tragic “It is true, what everybody says? Am I really a trophy husband?”

Steve shuffles closer, rumbles low in his throat. It’s an early Sunday morning. They’re gonna spend all time left until breakfast fucking in bed. Then cockteling&tanning together ‘till lunch. And then, after, he’s sure he can convince Steve to put on one of those gorgeous suits, let Billy grind against the soft fabric, make a mess out of him. Make him beg and squirm. Pull down his fly real slow, down on his knees. Suck him off. Eat him out. Make him moan I love yous brighter than diamonds when Billy gets inside him. But right now, Steve just kisses him silly, lowers down the covers to take a look down, at his leopard print, see-through, hideous new briefs. The cheapest ones he could find.

Because Billy’s trash. Will always be trash.

“Oh yeah, babe. You are. A fucking trophy. The best anyone could have”

But he’s posh trash now.

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