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[daydadahlias]

sorry to disappoint you but the first fic i read from you was indeed S14, im pretty sure WB was the second one. i was hesitant to read it, bc i find that this topic is usually dealt with rather insensitively - at least in my experience

so when i read PT, i remember reading ‘It’s not his fault preacher Clifford’s son was cute and…’ but i didn’t think much of it. i kept reading the fic, then i was like… ‘wait a fucking minute’ and scrolled back up to see if i read this right. i tried to see if that fic was part of a series, i know some authors who write stories in the same universe and decided to create a series, but i couldn’t find it. then calum was talking abt ashton being high and crashing the car, then ashton saying he didn’t want the people from the town knowing they were gay bc of what happened last time and i was like omg!! it’s the WB guys!!

so yeah, bc of that, in my mind the characters were aged up. i thought the story was set in at least a couple of years after WB

i loved cashton’s dynamic sm, calum seemed to know ashton like the back of his hands, which reinforced the idea that they’ve been together for a long time. their dynamic did seem healthier

also, i felt like ashton’s personality was the one that changed the most from WB. it felt like ashton was more carefree in WB, more giggly, whereas in PT he’s quieter and more, idk, tame (?? im not an english speaker so idk if im explaining it well)

also i read the deleted fic (i don’t remember the name, sorry!!) so i know that luke became part of their relationship! i never really thought about whether or not ashton would tell him what happens but after reading your porn industry fic (i also forgot the name sorry) i imagine him wanting to tell luke, calum making sure he actually wants to tell him and not that he thinks he owes him to him. ashton does choose to tell luke in the end

also i imagine that after that, when they have sex, luke always ask if ashtons okay with what’s he doing. he obviously asked before, but in my mind it’s kinda like, yes he wanted ashton’s consent, but also he wanted to make sure he was being good, not disobeying calum and him, whereas now he asks more bc he wants to be sure ashton is a 100% okay with luke touching him, and bc ashton told him he liked it when luke asked (this came to me bc of cards are dealt by elivigar lol)

i also have a whole headcanon about michael never coming out and getting engaged to a girl bc he’s convinced he can change the way he feels about boys (this came to me while i was reading and alien blues was playing lmao) but you did not ask to get into all that

also you mentioned that you wrote PT bc you wanted to write non emo porn: i love your emo porn fics. i think they’re amazing

anyways, have a good day!!

ok here's me trying to answer this ask a 2nd time

Absolutely devastating trying to remember what I said the first time around but it was along the lines of:

That's not disappointing at all, don't be sorry!! Like I said, y'know, S14 is usually what people read from me first! It's what I'm known for. It's pretty crazy to think about a shift from S14 to WB though. That's a massive tonal change.

I understand there being hesitance to read a story like this!! It's a heavy topic that, I agree, is often times not handled with the most tact. And even though I do my best, I definitely think there's ways I can improve with my own content regarding this subject (bc I do write a decent amount of stories about it). I think a lot of people fall into the habit of writing SA as a sort of taboo which it's really not that glamorizes the trauma of victims. And so whenever I write about this subject, I try really hard not to do that. But it's definitely not an easy topic to write about!! I spent most of the writing process for WB feeling absolutely miserable sdfghjk. And I went back and forth a lot on if i actually wanted to post it or not.

I think that the characterizations from WB and PT are vastly different. Because I wrote PT first, I had a really specific cashton dynamic in it that was really just used as a sort of... comedic relief alongside some porn at the end lol and so I didn't think much about them. And then I got very interested in their backstory and went a lot more in depth in WB, obviously, and their characterizations changed A Lot, especially Ashton's. Now, considering he's 22 (I think) in WB and then 26 in PT, it makes sense that he'd be different and more mellowed out - and quieter/tame, like you said!! I also think it's a lot to do with Ashton's personality in WB being heavily influenced by his career path. He's got really big aspirations and it makes him act louder and bolder and with less care for the consequences. He's just kind of having fun, y'know, and is rather under the impression that no one can truly hurt him. He's sort of living in this disillusioned world that he can protect himself from anything because he's going to be some bigshot lawyer. And then, of course, an event like that happens and makes it so that his world view is really altered because he realizes that justice is Not on his side, and will probably never be on his side. And he doesn't want to be part of a system that can't truly save people. And I think that would definitely make sense as to why he's more withdrawn as he ages; he's found a little piece of safety and doesn't need to stray from it. And also, if you're with a guy for four years, and you have a past like that, there's probably not a lot of pressure to put on a show for him anymore. I don't know if Ashton ever started painting his nails again though. I always think that he realized drawing attention to himself was more a danger than a luxury. Because I do think there is a lot of subconscious blame that he puts on himself for what happened.

And oo, a little intertextuality !! i love intertextuality in fic it's my favorite thing ever!!! My porn fic was Portable Player!! She's my fave <33 I think i say a lot of fics are my favorite but... PP is my fave. she has my whole heart <33 And I do think that - while there will never be a requirement to share any intimate parts of yourself like that with a partner - there is a lot of safety in telling the people you love. And I also think WB Ash would tell Luke. because he would want to share that. i dont think he ever told anyone else outside of calum, to be honest. I've definitely written the scene in my head a bunch but never on paper.

and also shoutout to you for referencing my all time fave scene in an Anna fic ever. yeah, that scene Fucks Me Up. And I do think would apply to this circumstance as well.

i love hearing abt fic headcanons. It's really really nice to think about fics existing in people's minds outside of what happens on screen y'know?? like it's a real story to you. that's fucking incredible. everything I could hope for it to be. and i didn't ask but i always love hearing people talk. sometimes readers have better ideas for my own fics than i could ever have !! Also, speaking of michael, i always had in my mind, when i daydreamed about this universe, that michael would come to where Ash and Cal live now and he would See them for the first time in, like, five years. and of course calum would be a wreck (not in a bad way), y'know, and Luke wouldn't have any clue what's going on (probably a lot of "who's that? what's happening?"). so, in my mind, that was the sort of... shoe drop moment that made ashton go "I should talk to you about this because it's important for you to know." and I also just like the idea of michael & calum reuniting and seeing each other alive and healthy. and then ashton & luke sharing this moment that ofc would matter sm to Luke. because, i mean to be told something like that by a loved one really is so important and it shows such trust. and i dont think it should ever be taken for granted.

and thank you for liking my emo porn fics lol!! i do love writing them and I'm always really happy when people love reading them <33

thank you so so much for this, truly <3

#pigeon #did i blabber enough #did i blabber too much #did i blabber the perfect amount #is this #nsft #will be #anon #i hope this was all... ok to say #idk why it wouldnt be but #im always on edge abt this kind of thing lol #even though it is... my fic #always waiting for that 'isnt ur character a little fucking questionable' ask to pop back up sdfghj #thank u sm for saying all this seriously #sigh it's a real privilege to hear people talk about My fics y'know #it will never lose its impact for me #like holy shit!! you read this thing i wrote??? and you have THOUGHTS about it?? #fuck!

[gendercomsumer]

hiii ^^ I would like some headcanons for riddle, malleus, vil and rook with a fem mc that accidentally ends up making them laugh (because what she says or does is very random xd maybe an example would be like jennifer lawrence sjjs she is very funny ) well that's all, thanks and take care <3

Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook with an S/O who can make them laugh with the most random things

A/N: Hello to you too Anon! I know this has been in my inbox for gods knows how long- But thank you still for sending this in! I hope this is to your liking! I actually did watch some Jennifer Lawrence videos for inspiration and I have to agree the comedic timing she has is perfect!! I also used some google translate in Rooks part so it may not be accurate ^^;

Characters: Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook

Warnings: Cursing to a mild degree, playful mention of stalking in Rooks (I love him I swear!!!), lightly proof read

Fem!Reader

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is a bit difficult to get a good genuine laugh out of, at least in my opinion.

Like sure you have a small chuckle when he finds something amusing, but i feel like it'd be a bit of a challenge to get a good genuine laugh out of.

Then you came in, saying the strangest things at the most unrelated times!

And Ace and Deuce find this absolutely hilarious

You'll say the most out of pocket shit with the straightest face and somehow half the people around you start to laugh some others breaking out in giggles

Ace and Deuce have definitely talked about this 'talent' of yours, at least in their words.

You had said some of these strange comments around Riddle and he found them strange a bit endearing as well

I'd think the time you got a good laugh out of him was when you had come with him to take care of some of the hedgehogs

The two of you were sitting in the grass some of the hedgehogs were playing while a few had decided that climbing on the two of you was a good way to pass the time

One had wandered up onto your head and almost fell off but luckily you were able to save the little guy before he fully hit the ground

After Riddle worriedly checked the little guy over you while looking over his shoulder at the small animal said:

"Well at least we know this one has no self preservation"

Unwillingly, or maybe subconsciously, a small laugh makes it's way through Riddles chest to his lips.

Well, now maybe he saw what those two were blabbering on about

Your little comments were always appreciated with Riddle

Even if they didn't cause him to laugh they did brighten his mood at least somewhat

"Yes, this one does tend to be a bit of a handful. Reminds me of a certain rose I know"

He teased before you two fell back into the pattern of caring for the small animals

More chuckles and comments to come no doubt

Malleus Draconia

At first Malleus didn't understand why the rest of Diasomnia found your remarks so comical

Yes his child of man did tend to bring a certain warmth where ever she walked

But he didn't see this as an excuse for the amount of laughter you cause people around you

Most of the remarks you make will fly over his head

I'm sorry but he seems like the kind of guy to not get the joke until you explain it to him-

Now the Thorn Prince does share a few chuckles with those around him when he finds something amusing, similar to Riddle

But it's even more difficult to get a laugh out of him considering he doesn't get a lot of the play on words type of jokes

but something abrupt and slightly out of context?

I feel like that would get some sort of laugh out of him

One day you were talking with Malleus about some of the things you did in your old world

The topic of amusement parks came up and you started listing the rides you used to go on as a child

Roller coasters, bumper cars, lazy rides where you could relax, until you blanked on the name of a ride

It was frustrating considering it was probably something simple and you would remember it after their conversation, but you wanted to keep the ball rolling

Malleus mean while was partly enjoying seeing how frustrated you got over a simple word

You really were a strange thing weren't you Child of man?

"I'm sorry Mal- I know what I'm thinking of! It's on the tip of my tongue- It's like one of those horse tornado things!"

Horse.. tornado..?

Now that got Malleus attention

he understood the other rides you described, favoring the lazy rides

but what ever this horse tornado was... it sounded.. strange, yet curious at the same time

"CAROUSELS!! FUCKING CAROUSELS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED!"

Malleus let out a small puff of air before he started chuckling under his breath

You truly were a strange one weren't you child of man, just like the world you came from

Malleus pressed a kiss to your forehead letting out one more chuckle before speaking

"Truly fascinating, maybe one day you could bring me to one of these 'horse tornados' you have me interested"

Sure jokes your fly over his head, but he would tease you some what for your small skips in memory

Vil Schoenheit

Now Vil, having acted in a lot of movies, (If I'm correct) Would have probably had a few good laughs in that line of work

Weather that be on set or behind the cameras

But he doesn't often let out a good laugh in public, it's not really part of the proper image he'd want to put out there

As for behind closed doors or with close friends he's definitely willing to have a laugh

And who better to bring a smile to his face than his lovely sweet potato?

Though one good moment always stuck out to him that caused him to have one of the most genuine laughs in awhile

The two of you were getting ready to go out to a fancy restaurant, courtesy of Vil of course, hair, makeup, shoes things like that

While Vil was sitting at his vanity working on his eyes when you came out of the bathroom in a stunning dress hand picked by Vil

It brought out all your best features while still being enough coverage to where it wasn't uncomfortable to wear into a public area

The two of you made idle conversation as you sat on a near by chair to slip on a matching set of heels for the dress

As you stood up in the heels to work on your own makeup you lost your balance thanks to the new height the heels provided

Although Vil was quick to catch you making sure you came no where near the floor he still was concerned

"Oh sweet potato are you alright? What happened?"

Yes looking back on it the question seemed dumb but he was concerned

but you just let out a giggle while regaining your balance before saying:

"Well I'm not sure what happened, but I remember wanting to yell 'fuck' as my last words before I embarrassed myself"

Vil took a moment while looking at you

then a chuckle escaped his lips which soon turned into the two of you sharing a small laugh

Now Vil doesn't know why he laughs at your antics, in hindsight they're just normal phrases

But maybe it's the delivery?

Or the way you smile at him?

What ever it may be it always causes a smile to grace his lips or a chuckle to be drawn from him

Sure Vil maybe all about preserving beauty and making sure he looks flawless

But if he happens to get a few smile lines because of your antics, he will never hold it against you

"Well my darling, I'm glad to hear you're alright. It would be a shame if you or your lovely dress got roughed up before we left. Now come, you still want to do your makeup don't you? Allow me to help"

Rook Hunt

Now Rook has plenty of laughs in his life

Weather that be from stalking some poor soul or a genuine laugh among friends

Rook out of the four is probably the easiest to get a laugh from

He's a joyful guy wanting to see all nature and the world has to offer! Can you blame him?

Then enters you who some how can't help but leave Rook giggling when ever you do something!

You put your tie on wrong? Oh silly Trickster aren't you just the sweetest thing!

Then comes your words which to Rook is a whole new ball park

Rook tends to hold onto every word meant for him, weather that be written or spoken out loud

His darling Tricksters words are so elegant and so sweet how could he not treasure everyone!

What really gets him chuckling and laughing is the moments when your words aren't as sweet and graceful

Cut to one day when you and Rook were in the fields often used for flying class

Rook had a desire to teach you archery so he happened to drag you along with a quiver and bow to some targets set by his hand

After the first few moments of Rook teaching you how to properly hold and aim the bow and making sure your arm guard was secure (He wouldn't want his darling trickster to get rope burn!) He let you shoot

All was going well as you hit targets in an... acceptable way

But all that seemed to end when a large gust of wind sent your best shot yet off course and into the ground

And just as Rook was about to offer some encouragement to keep going and try once more

some colorful language came from you to say the least

"Wind!? Really!?! Could you not wait two fucking minuets!! Nooooo! You just had to thro my best shot off course you-!"

Now don't get Rook wrong he hold the sweet words you two share close to his heart

But there was just something about you yelling at the wind of all things that caused him to start laughing

As he laid on the grass of the field eyes closed as he laughed

Oh? It seems your colorful language is directed towards him now? Even better!

"Trickster- reine de mon coeur! Please I believe- I believe you have shared plenty enough words with the wind today!"

A/N: This is actually the first time I've taken a good look at the name of Malleus' dorm. Dia = Dragon. Somnia = Sleep

Diasomnia = Dragon of sleep

just a ting i found silly :)

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[arabellasleopardcoat]

Death in four moves (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Queen Alicent is starting to notice your lack of pregnancy. You discuss it with your husband, and come out a stronger marriage because of it.

A/N: No one dies in this one, guys. Just quoting Tyrion. For a more detailed warning, click read more and scroll until after the dots.

Warnings: Fluff. Discussions of SA, sex, erotic novels, infertility, miscarriages, and pregnancies (None actually happen in the fic)

Catapult /ˈkatəpʌlt/

noun

a forked stick with an elastic band fastened to the two prongs, used by children for shooting small stones.

In Cyvasse, a catapult can take out a dragon.

“It’s the third month you bleed.” Queen Alicent said, with a hint of disapproval. She had perfected just the right amount of passive aggressiveness when being nosy. Your eye twitched slightly. You understood now the resentment Princess Rhaenyra held for her, with your sheets being examined by the Queen daily, your moon’s blood carefully tracked and advised on when the best moment was to conceive. “When will you make me a grandmother?”

You sipped at your tea, buying yourself a few seconds to answer. You were having tea in Haelena’s chambers, a family meeting, if you will. More like an intervention, truly. Alicent sat next to Aegon, who was in his cups already and seemed uncaring about the discussion.

“Mother, you are already a grandmother.” Aemond pointed at the hostess herself, who was on her hands and knees showing a bug to her children. The twins blabbered to her, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness of the scene. Seated next to Aemond, you gently squeezed his forearm in silent thanks. His lips barely curved up into a smile. Despite his kindness in helping you out, you knew what the Queen’s response would be. It was like you were actors in a well-rehearsed play, one that had been repeating for the past six weeks.

“Yes, but those are your brother’s children. I want you two to make me a grandmother, too.” The Queen explained, smiling at him. The first month, there had been relative peace. Aemond couldn’t have knocked you up that fast, everyone reasoned. Not while still attending to his duties in the way he did. But when the second month came, and the sheets were stained red once more, Alicent had been disappointed.

Being Aemond’s wife was not an easy task. At the rate it was going, you were starting to think it would have been easier, inheritance disputes aside, to be married to Aegon. It was not that Aemond was unkind. On the contrary, he was most amenable. He cared about you, treating you with respect and even making efforts to be friendly. His mother was the problem.

You see, when the time came for Aemond to be married, Queen Alicent had handpicked you, from all the eligible ladies in the realm. The bride for his favorite children had to be perfect. She had had, I kid you not, a list. The girl Aemond married had to be smart, to be able to match him and converse about the topics that interested him, but not too educated, less she had ideas about her role in society. Devout to the Seven, but not superstitious. Brave, but not brazen. Kind, but not overly so, less she was too familiar with those beneath her. Pretty, but not one of those intimidating beauties or too aware of it. A maiden, pure and sweet, but not innocent. And so on, the list went. You weren’t too sure what she had seen in you, but she had decided you were perfect for him.

Aemond, mother’s boy as he was, had been willing to try. And he was pleasantly surprised with you. Yours wasn’t the most passionate of marriages, but you were good friends. He enjoyed your sense of humor, and you two liked the same books. Marriages were built on less. But there was the issue of consummation. Or well. There was no issue, since it hadn’t happened yet.

Neither of you dared tell Alicent that the first night, when you had come to him in your wedding gown, shaking with fear, he had done you the kindness of sitting on the bed with a goblet of wine and pulling out a deck of cards. You remembered clearly the way he had drawled, so effortlessly self-assured “I was uncertain whether you knew how to play Cyvasse, but guessed this was a safe bet.” You had nearly laughed in relief, sitting next to him and explaining you didn’t know how to play it, but cards you could do.

It had gone like that, for three long months. Aemond came to your chambers once a week, and you two played cards or just sat down talking for the whole night. He had even started teaching you Cyvasse. You didn’t mind it. He was an attractive man, your Prince, but you two had been strangers before the wedding. It was sweet, and you were a practical woman. You had all the perks of marrying a prince, and none of the hardships. If this were what your entire life would be like, you could handle it. And you would have, were it not for your mother-in-law.

A knock on the heavy wooden doors jolted you out of your thoughts. The guards announced the Grand Maester.

“Just on time.” Queen Alicent muttered, and became him over with an imperious hand. The old man stepped closer, holding a jar with some dirt? At least to you, it looked like that. The Queen took it from his hands, and opened it, grabbing your tea cup and stirring it into the drink before you could protest.

“Hare liver, pulverized with salmon. I had the maester prepare it for you, dear girl! You will have it at every meal.” Alicent beamed. Your grip on Aemond’s forearm became deathly. Aegon started laughing, before flinching suddenly. You weren’t able to tell if the one who had kicked him under the table had been your husband or your mother-in-law.

“I truly think there is no…” Aemond started to say, before getting interrupted.

“It is said to aid conception.” The Grand Maester bowed. His tone showed he wanted to be anywhere else but here, trapped between Alicent’s hopeful look, Aegon’s amusement and your indignant glare. His urge to leave was evident, not even flinching at the glare Aemond directed him for interrupting.

“Thank you, my Queen.” You answered, graciously. “Thank you as well, Grand Maester.” The man bowed again and exited the room. You eyed your now ruined tea, and Alicent. Her smile didn’t waver. You could tell she was waiting for you to drink it, and so, you smiled back and brought it to your lips.

It had to be the most foul concoction you had ever tasted. It was fishy and oily and oh so salty. You nearly spat it out, but controlled yourself, digging your nails into Aemond’s arm until he squirmed in pain. Aegon laughed again, before nearly choking in his haste to speak.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” While he laughed, you quickly took his cup and intended to drink his wine to get the taste out of your mouth. He made a grab for the wine, but so did Alicent.

“I read wine could harm conception.” She explained, passing it back to Aegon, who gave you a superior smirk.

“Mother, please. She looks like she is about to throw up.” Aemond pleaded and took the cup again. Aegon protested, but he brought the cup to your lips, urging you to drink from it. “Let her have it.”

“Aemond, I’m trying to help you both.” Alicent huffed. You quickly drank, less she tried grabbing the cup again. “We should do all that the books said. I have been reading on the topic, and I assure you…”

“I read…” Aegon interrupted loudly, giving you a wink. You knew he was about to do something disruptive, and that he would hold it over both yours and Aemond’s head for letting you escape. “Female pleasure is of the utmost importance for the woman to fall pregnant. So tell me, brother. Have you been pleasuring our dear…”

“Aegon!” Alicent yelled, slamming a hand over his mouth. “How can you say such things, with your children in the room? By the Seven, what will your brother’s wife think? That we are a family of…”

Aemond grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room.

“You have to tell her.” You said, as soon as you were outside. He was gently pulling you along towards the gardens. “I’m not drinking anymore of that stuff. And careful, or else I will ask her to give you some too.” It had been the last straw. Your sheets being checked, you could take. Her not so subtle nudges towards laying with your husband on certain days, you could too. But being prohibited wine, and forced to take the concoction with every meal, was not something you were willing to do. Not when it was not an issue of fertility, but of the lack of… Intimate relations between you two.

“I don’t want to disappoint her.” It was said quietly, but it broke your heart. You took his hand and squeezed. One of the things you disliked about your new life was the amount of pressure Aemond was under. He had quickly become your best friend, and you liked to think you were his too. It hurt you, to see how much he pushed himself and how the nerves and worries ate him away. You knew perhaps he didn’t return your feelings, which had been steadily growing since the chaste kiss you had shared in the Sept, and all the sleepless nights spent playing games and talking, but you loved him. And it always hurt, when those you loved were in pain.

“I doubt you will. She loves you. Just because you would rather not be a father yet…” You smiled at him, trying to sound sure of yourself. In truth, you knew the Queen would be disappointed. She so wanted Aemond to be a father. He was her favorite. A baby from him would be a dream come true.

“I do want to be a father.” It was said very quietly, almost a confession. You turned towards him, unable to believe your ears. Aemond was pointedly looking towards a bush of roses, not making eye contact. His posture, normally so perfect, was a bit slouched, as if trying to curl into himself. Ashamed. He was no fool, to not be aware of your feelings, so that meant…

“Oh.” You blinked. It felt like something shattered inside you. It was not children he disliked, but you. A few tears sprang to your eyes, but you blinked them back, determined. You wanted him to be happy, even if not with you. Lowering your eyes, so he didn’t see your heartbroken expression, you answered.“Oh. Well. I’m still a maiden. We could ask the High Septon for an annulment.”

Aemond turned to look at you, bewildered. Then, a scowl took over his face, purple eye narrowing in anger.

“Annulment? Why would I want that? Is that what you want, an annulment?” His voice was starting to raise, slightly. You shushed him, frantically. But he kept going, stepping closer, hands grasping roughly at your shoulders. Aemond forced you to look him in the eyes. “You dislike me that much?”

“No. No. But if you are not attracted to me…” A few tears fell down your cheeks. You hated it. You didn’t want him to think you were manipulating him. It was distasteful, your mother had always said. Crying for a man to stay, it was not behavior befitting of you. “A lady should never beg for any man to stay. Not even a Prince.” She had always said, and you tried to live by it. But she had clearly never met Aemond.

Aemond’s lips pursed in the way they did when he was thinking about something deeply. Was he actually considering your offer? The thought made more tears spring to your eyes. He looked torn. So, this was it, you were going back home. Annulment and ruin. No one would believe you a maiden with Alicent’s efforts, with how often Aemond visited your rooms. Who in their right mind would think two young newlyweds were spending their nights playing cards and board games? It stung, to think you had had one job, and you had failed. Bed your husband. Produce children. Any child, not even a boy. It was meant to be easy. You were a failure.

Before your thoughts could spiral even further, towards becoming a Septa and watching the man you loved marry another, Aemond surprised you. With a shaking hand, he brushed your tears away.

“It’s not that, either. I like you. I might even love you.” Aemond’s eye doesn’t meet yours, and it’s only that what halts your heart from roaring in happiness. You frown, rubbing at your temples. A headache is starting. Why must everything be so difficult? He is saying the words you have longed to hear for weeks, yet… Something is off.

“You can say that you don’t like me. It’s alright.” Perhaps it is dishonesty. Perhaps he is only saying it, so you don’t feel bad. Aemond is considerate like that, never wanting to upset your feelings.

Aemond glares, giving you a stern look, as if daring you to try to explain his own feelings to himself. You shrink slightly.

“No. I like you, truly. It’s just that….” He trails off, and you want to scream out in frustration. Your temper is starting to rise, too.

“What? If you are so attracted to me, you should find it easy to bed me.” You spit out, almost daring him to contradict you.

“Nothing is that simple.” Aemond says, rolling his eye. You feel the urge to shake him, but you don’t. You are a Princess now. A Princess would not shake her Prince husband, no matter how foolish he acts. You breathe in, then out. Your response comes out, tersely.

“Love is a simple thing. It’s us who insist on complicating everything.”

“It is not my love for you, what makes me hesitate. First times can be…” And at that, you almost laugh in relief. So, that is what makes him hesitate? Fear of hurting you?

“Painful? I know, but I trust you.” You grab his hands in yours and look up at him, trying to showcase your sincerity. Your eyes are wide and earnest. But Aemond pulls out of your grasp, frustrated.

“'Tis I, who doesn’t trust you.”

You recoil, immediately pulling back. Your mother had always said you were a kind girl if a bit self-centered. And it was showing. You had never thought yourself the source of his worries, or had you ever thought he could think you're capable of hurting him.

“Aemond…” It comes out in a broken little sob. You knew people said things in fits of anger they didn’t mean, but you could tell he meant this. He didn’t trust you with his body.

Aemond tangles his hands in his hair, messing it up.

“Not like that. Just… You come to me pure, but I’m not. I have laid with a woman before.” It only makes you more confused. You are trying not to make assumptions, but it is a strange thing to say. It’s expected, especially for a man of his station. You wouldn’t have dared demand purity from him, in the way men demanded it from their wives. It was natural, even. Your positions in life were different. No one, not even the Queen herself, chided a man for his lack of chastity.

“Alright. I don’t mind it.” You answer, tentatively. You really hope, this time, you get it right. But the silence that follows is defeating.

Aemond’s hands ball into fists by his side. He loosens them, before balling them again. He is trying to hide their trembling from you, you realize. A pit forms in your stomach, knowing that whatever he is about to tell you, it’s bad. Something so terrible it might be better to not even speak it aloud. You have seen this man get into fights with his nephews, spitting out the worst slurs. You have seen him defeated by Ser Criston, beaten up, bruised badly. You have seen him hurt by his father's lack of care, cast aside in favor of others. But never once, never once, shaking in the way he is now. It terrifies you.

You don’t dare touch him, or comfort him in any way, when he is trying to calm down so hard. His breath is shallow, posture hunched, as if trying to fight the instinct to flight.

“It was not a good experience. I… I fear it would be like that, between us, and taint our marriage.” Aemond says, very quietly. His eye looks watery, his mouth set into a grim line. As if about to cry. You can tell, that whatever happened, it was much worse than what he says.

“Oh.” It’s all you can say. It had not crossed your mind, that it wasn’t you what repelled him, but the act itself. You long to hug him, but can tell touch is not what he wants, right now. You remember then, all the times he evaded touches from others, so skillfully. The ducking of an arm when Aegon tries to hug him, turning it into play fighting and roughhousing. How he never initiates affection with the Queen or Haelena. How he has never touched you, apart from a pat on the arm or holding your hand. Or how his palms get so sweaty when he has to do it. How he has not kissed you since your wedding. Perhaps, even the fact that he is always dressed in clothes that cover him completely.

Never having thought about it before, his quirks start to make sense in a way you don’t want them to. It hurts, to think of him being hurt in such a way. It is not something you had thought could happen to a man, but it makes too much sense to ignore. Whatever cloud appears in your eyes, it’s too much for Aemond to handle.

“Oh.” He mocks you, chucking your chin. It’s a gesture meant to put your mind at ease, show you that this is not an unsavable obstacle. You are thankful to him for it, even if it comes at the cost of being the butt of the joke that’s not even funny, much less with the topic you are discussing. But you can pretend for him. You smile, softly.

“Do you wish to speak about it?”

“Perhaps some other day."

Dragon /ˈdraɡ(ə)n/

noun

a mythical monster resembling a giant reptile, sometimes shown as having wings. In European tradition, the dragon is typically fire-breathing and tends to symbolize chaos or evil, whereas in East Asia it is usually a beneficent symbol of fertility, associated with water and the heavens.

In Cyvasse, a dragon can remove elephants from the board.

Aemond pulls down the screen dividing the board. He gives you a smug little look, laying down on the bed only in his sleep shirt. You try hard not to stare, focusing instead on the pieces on the board.

Your catapults are gone, and only your elephants remain. He has captured your King with a Dragon. It’s an odd move. You either are not remembering right or he is cheating.

“That’s cheating! You said the dragon could only move…” You start to complain, frowning at him.

“Diagonally, which is right.” He answers very calmly, looking at you in expectation. You examine the board from all angles, noting that he is right, and he has not cheated. Unless playing with a greatly disadvantaged player is cheating because in that case, Aemond most definitely is.

You take a deep breath and lay down next to him, forgetting the board. Oh, you can feel his pride at having bested you, even without looking at him. And of course, he keeps shifting on the bed, jostling you, lest you forget what you have to do. It’s the customary price, after all. A way to encourage to actually pay attention to his instructions about how the game is played, but also a way for a young couple to start getting to know each other. Your cheeks heat up immediately, when you decide what you will say. You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly and mumble so low, it can barely be heard over the crackling fire that lights up the room.

“Fine. As a young girl, I used to steal my father’s dagger and make other children knights with it. I loved playing Queen.”

Aemond laughs, a deep, sincere laugh. His eye crinkles at the corner, a pair of tiny dimples making themselves known. You like how true laughter lights up his face, you decide. It’s cute, but not something that often happens.

“That must have been adorable, wife.” Aemond smiles at you, boyishly. He is about to tease you, you know it. Your heart melts just a little more. “I apologize for being but a lowly Prince.” You start to laugh, but the laughter dies in your throat with his next words. “Perhaps I can indulge you.”

You rush to correct the treasonous words, scared. Aemond is an ambitious man, you have known that from the start. Just as ambitious as he is dutiful, your husband. But you can’t help but wonder if in this case, ambition outweighs the duty he feels towards his family. You don’t know him enough to make a judgment yet. So very gently, with your pulse ringing loud in your ears, you speak.

“I like Aegon. No matter if he is a drunk fool, sometimes. And your father is pretty boring, but alright. And Princess Rhaenyra." You don't say anything positive about her, not when you had learned through this same technique she had demanded Aemond was punished after losing his eye. If you had a chance, you would strangle her. But only a little. Otherwise, it would be treason, and it would be setting the wrong example. Queen Alicent always told you it was best to lead with your actions, and not only your words.

Aemond smiles, pushing your shoulder lightly.

"Not like that.” He complains, but gives you a long look regardless. You know he has noticed your slip, referring to Rhaenyra as an afterthought and only after Aegon. He knows now, without you having told him, what your thoughts on succession are. He is perceptive like that. “I was thinking more along the lines of crowning you my Queen of Love and Beauty.”

“You never compete in tourneys, husband.”

“For you, I would. If you wished to be Queen, for you, I would.” And it feels like Aemond is promising something else, something more than just being the one to get a crown of pretty flowers. It scares you a little, to be the focus of such devotion. Such honeyed words, too, which you know are unusual for him. The urge to kiss him is strong, but his confession, a few days backs, still weighs heavily between you too. He has definitely noticed you are more careful with your touches now. Still playful, but giving ample time to pull away. Yet, you can’t leave him hanging either. Not when Aemond is trying so hard for you two to work.

“I would, too. You would look handsome, with a flower’s crown.” And thinking yourself so sly, you slide your hand underneath his, laughing. Aemond laughs too, and pulls you towards him, trying to get you to put your head on his chest. You do so eagerly, listening to his heartbeat. At first, it is rushed, and he remains stiff, despite being the one to initiate the embrace. But slowly, Aemond relaxes and starts carding a hand through your hair. You think it feels much like what heaven must feel like.

The motion lulls you to that state between sleep and consciousness, where your head feels fuzzy and full of cotton, and your movements are sluggish. It feels like a dream, the way the shadows dance on the wall, and how his heart pounds steadily under you. You wish you could sink into him, fuse the two of you, as the Maesters of old said soulmates were. Nestle close to his heart, curl around it with greedy little hands, protect him from the world. Your eyelids drop, despite your fight to stay awake. Aemond smiles down at you, amused, and runs his hand over the slope of your nose, tracing the contours of your face. You scrunch your face at him, about to scold him for disturbing you, when he speaks. At first, it doesn’t make sense to you. And then, you realize.

“I was thirteen. Aegon took me to a brothel. I…” It feels like being stabbed, over and over again, tiny sparks of pain in your chest. In your mind’s eye, you can see him. A slightly younger version of Daeron, perhaps with longer hair. A big, purple eye, the other side of his face freshly scarred. Tiny. Terrified. And that you know because you know his growth spurt didn’t hit until he was fifteen, courtesy of your cyvasse games. You also know he was painfully shy and quiet, the product of a childhood filled with mockery and neglect. That, too, he had shared, after a game you knew Aemond had lost deliberately, feeling you were losing more embarrassing stories than he was sharing. Still, you hadn���t minded.

It hurts to think of your awfully kind husband being taken against his will. You doubt, had you been him, you could have survived it. Being violated so… It aches so bad, tears start filling your eyes. But you do not speak, less you break the spell and Aemond clams back up.

“I… I didn't want you to think I was weak. You are one of the loveliest things I have had, in a long time.” He says, voice breaking slightly. You shift in his grip, and look him right in the eye.

“You are not weak.” You enunciate, clearly and slowly. And you hope your sincerity shines through your eyes because you do believe it. Unable to speak a word, silenced as he was by shame, you think you would have broken much earlier. That Aemond stands, whole, before you and speaks the words aloud after so much time, says leagues about his character.

“I was meant to come out of it a man. It went…wrong.” He tries explaining, but you shake your head.

“You were not in the wrong.” You make a mental note to try to strangle Aegon later. You had known he was a… Interesting character, to say it kindly. But this… This took the cake on reckless, thoughtless behavior. He was at least three years older than Aemond, yet he had not half the sense his brother posses. Perhaps, your husband is better suited to be king. After living three months with the Targaryens, you were starting to doubt their closeness to gods. You stomp down your personal grievances, knowing Aemond needs love, not rage.

“May I hug you?” You ask, softly. Aemond laughs, a little watery, and pulls you on top of him. He hides his face in your hair, sobbing softly. You fantasize of killing half the whores of Flea Bottom, Aegon, Viserys and perhaps Alicent, too. You fall asleep like that, limbs entangled with each other and forgoing your ritual of messing up the room and your appearances. Despite it, the next morning, the maids who find you are more convinced than ever before of your closeness.

Elephant /ˈɛlɪf(ə)nt/

noun

a very large plant-eating mammal with a prehensile trunk, long curved ivory tusks, and large ears, native to Africa and southern Asia. It is the largest living land animal.

In Cyvasse, each player has multiple elephants.

It takes you a few sleepless nights to try to find a solution to your problem. Despite being praised often for how learned and bright you were, you couldn’t find an answer to your questions. You see, you have always been a planner. You tackled your concerns by doing research about them and then coming up with an action plan. But there was no research to be done here. You had to work with the facts.

You knew Aemond was not willing to confess to his mother. Nor were you about to betray his trust. But she would keep pressuring, for you to fall pregnant. You could buy time, faking an illness or perhaps even a pregnancy followed with a miscarriage. Yet, you had been chosen not only as Aemond’s companion, but to bring the next generation of Targaryens to the world. And both of you wanted children. He was too proud for letting you get pregnant and pass the baby as his own. Not with the situation with his nephews.

So. You were back to square one. You had to find a way for both of you to have children, and not traumatize Aemond about it. And get Alicent off your back. Research. You could do research about how a lady ended up with a child.

You poured long hours over medicine treaties and concluded this: It was not his member that had to go inside you, but his seed. It would also be useful if you broke your maidenhead in some way, less you ended up trying to give birth still a virgin. So, in theory, Aemond didn’t need to enter you. Just collect his seed, and perhaps you could pour it inside you with a jar or something. Still, you put that thought on the back burner, as a plan b. Oftentimes, the best solution was not the most complex one, and so, you had to at least try to perform intimacy with you. But you didn’t want him to suffer, and so, you decided to approach one of your maids about it.

“Dyana.” You said, as the girls were unlacing your gown and unpinning your hair for bed. “Stay.”

It was low, what you were about to do. But you knew of none else who had gone through something similar. Dyana had been appointed as your maid after having the unwelcome attentions of Aegon on her. There was nothing that could be done, not when the King was so ill, Alicent had told you. She wouldn’t subject him to having to pass judgment on his own son, not in his state. And besides, there had been no harm done, with the girl not falling pregnant. At the time, you hadn’t questioned it. Now, it made you sick to think your brother-in-law, who was always supportive of you in front of his mother, could have hurt her in such a way.

Dyana stayed behind, brushing your hair in front of the vanity. The other maids scurried out in a flock of dresses and chatter. You met her eyes through the mirror, in low candlelight. She was the Targaryen kind of pretty, with hair so blonde it almost looked like theirs. Perhaps that had attracted Aegon.

“I understand you were forcefully subjected to Prince Aegon’s… Advances.” You said, once you were alone. Dyana was very tense, obviously reminding the last time she had been alone with a member of the royal family. You decided to spare her the anxiety over what you wanted, if any, to make this shameful act you were committing a bit less traumatizing. “I have questions about it, from woman to woman.”

The brush clattered to the floor. Dyana’s eyes turned from anxious to terrified. She was frozen, unable to bend down and pick it up. You turned in your stool, to reassure her.

“I'm not going to punish you. I don’t want to know about the act, or reprimand you or blame you.”

Dyana bent down to pick up the brush. Her shoulders remained tense.

“I only want to ask a question. And you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to… But if you do, I will reward you handsomely.” You tried putting her at ease, using a soft voice. Much like with Aemond, you stuck to not sudden moves and no touching. To show her that you were serious, you pulled a handful of gold dragons, letting them clatter on your vanity’s table, next to the bottles of expensive lotions and perfumes Aemond had bought you. “But my husband can never know. No one can ever know.”

Dyana raised her head at the sound. She looked at the gold, and stood, anxiously wringing her hands together.

“Milady… That’s a lot of gold for a question.” Dayna’s eyes were fixed on the ground.

“It’s an important question. It requires utmost secrecy.” You answered, handing her half. “For keeping this conversation private, even if you would rather not answer me.”

Dyana took the gold, quickly hiding it inside her pocket. She seemed to fear you were playing a joke on her and would take the gold away at any time. You didn’t blame her, with how badly she had been treated so far. Keeping her waiting would be even more cruel than what you had already done, and so, you asked.

“How do you trust again, after it?” It was a clumsily worded questions, asked in a rush and in a single breath. It came out more like “Howdoyoutrustagain, after… It.” Not the most dignified wording, either. You were supposed to be eloquent, smart. Yet, you were floundering as an overzealous child.

“I…” She had clearly understood, by the look on her face, but didn’t know what to say. How to approach it. Dayna stepped closer, scrutinizing your face. Searching. But for what?

“How can you lay with a man again?” You repeated, trying to sound a bit more self-assured and narrowing down your line of questioning. You knew she was currently in a relationship with a stable boy. He always picked her up on the nights you and Aemond were supposed to bed each other.

Dayna looked at you, expression doing a full one eighty. Her eyes stopped being frightened and turned sad. One of her hands went again to brush your hair, almost in comfort.

“It is not the same man. And. Um. Never in the same way, my lady. He asks. All the time. And not like…” She trailed off, concerned. You didn’t notice, too busy committing her advice to memory. “My lady, you should really speak to the Queen….”

At those words, your head jerked up. Why did she bring up Alicent? Did she really think you could ask her about intimate relationships? Unless… She thought Aemond was… Oh, by the Seven, that was even worse.

“Aemond is not mistreating me. But my cousin’s husband is. I just don’t know what to tell her, having been so lucky.” You lied, trying to sound as convincing as you could. But you knew she wasn’t believing a word out of your mouth.

“Can they mend things?” Dyana asked, and it was obvious she didn’t buy that you were asking for a friend.

“From what I gather.” You answered, tersely. Of that, you were certain. Aemond liked you enough to at least try. You would consult him first, making sure he was not uncomfortable with the idea, but you knew he felt the grains of sand on both your clocks draining, as you did. Time was something you didn’t have. But Dyana didn’t know any of that. She was asking you, even if covertly, if you thought your husband could not be a brute. It showed, in the way her eyes filled with pity.

“Tell her to ask him to be soft. And… Not that, right away.” Dyana blushed, lowering her eyes in embarrassment. You gave her a puzzled glance, confused. If not intimacy, right away, what did she mean? Kissing? “Go slow, do something else….”

“Like?” You tilted your head to the side, hoping for a clarification.

“Mouth. Fingers.” The girl looked like she was about to hide under the table from embarrassment. And truly, it was a bit strange. An unmarried maid teaching a lady about intimacy.

“Oh.” You frowned. Dayna squeezed your shoulder, with very soft hands. “Thank you.”

King /kɪŋ/

noun

the male ruler of an independent state, especially one who inherits the position by right of birth.

In Cyvasse, the goal is to kill the King.

Your research had led you to A Caution For Young Girls. A popular novel between the common folk and that had costed you great effort to acquire. The plan had included a horse, a chicken, Aegon, and a copy of the Seven Pointed Star you had had to defile. You prayed that the Seven forgave you, both for reading such dirty tales and for destroying a copy of their sacred book to hide the book you were really reading. That day, even Queen Alicent had mistaken your newfound devotion for the Seven for a lady praying for a child and had pointed to you as an example for Aegon. In truth, you had been on your knees before the effigy of the Mother begging for forgiveness, and not a child.

It had been for a better cause, you told yourself. If truly were the gods who gave the Targaryens their right to rule, it meant they were favored among the rest of the men. Surely, finding a way to procure a child to one of the most pious, gentle Princes the realm had to offer justified your actions. Surely, Aemond’s devotion made up for your sins, or at least, the seven prayers you had recited under each of their effigies did. Surely, right?

Besides, it wasn’t like you were doing something bad. Literature is meant to open the mind. That’s why yours and Aemond’s studies had been encouraged from a young age. And the novel had certainly opened your mind to new ways of being intimate. You had no clue there were so many ways one could use their mouth, fingers, and openings. And if you had felt aroused by reading it… Literature was meant to be enjoyed, too.

So, the next time you and Aemond were alone, you said there was something you needed to talk to him about. You brought out your notes, and took the Cyvasse board away from the table, placing your research there instead. Aemond’s eyebrows raised at seeing you pull out such an amount of parchment, yet he said nothing.

“You want to be a father. I want to be a mother. We are married. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I have researched for two possible ways of achieving it. Watch…” You pulled out a diagram, crudely drawn. You grabbed a stick, much like the one your Septa used to teach you when you were a child, and were about to start explaining, when Aemond interrupted.

“Is that supposed to be…” Aemond had the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. He cleared his throat, awkwardly. “A… Um… Is that…?”

“Yes, now shut up. I’m trying to explain my plan.” You answered, not even the slightest bit ashamed. Couldn’t he see you were explaining your research? “You see, we don’t actually need to have any kind of sexual contact for me to fall pregnant. We just need to insert your seed…” It was said in a very clinical manner, but Aemond interrupted, again.

“Wife, I know how conception works.” Now he was fully blushing, and you frowned. It was not your intention to make him uncomfortable, so you decided to go straight to the point.

“Alright, so we will skip that part. Fine. We have two options. You either pleasure yourself and spill in a jar, or we build up to intimacy. I researched the way to make that the least traumatizing for you as possible, too.”

Aemond looked at you, for one long second. The silence stretched, and you worried this was going to end up with losing him in the most painful way you could imagine. Your blooming relationship, dead by your tactless hand. Aemond stared some more, his eye narrowed. Then, he burst out laughing. You felt so embarrassed you hoped the earth would open up and swallow you whole.

The both of you stayed like that. Aemond laughing so hard tears sprang from his eyes, and you, diagram still in hand, with what Aemond would later swear was the cutest pout he had ever seen.

“This has to be both the sweetest and strangest thing someone has ever done for me.” He finally said, drying his tears.

“You are not mad? Or hurt?” You asked, eyeing him a bit suspiciously, but with a smile of your own.

“Come here.” Aemond widened his stance, and you stepped closer, giving in to his unspoken request for you to stand between his parted legs. With a touch so light, it might not even be there, Aemond tilted your head down and kissed you. You felt as if the world stopped, for a minute. The kiss was clumsy, with him sitting and you standing but you could swear it was the kind of kiss the poets wrote about. You let him lead you, reminding Dyana’s advice, and you could feel the way he smiled against your mouth for it.

“I made my decision.” Aemond said, as you pulled away to take some well-needed breaths of air. Your mind felt like mush, with how dizzying the kiss had been. You had not a single clue what he was talking about.

“Huh?”

“We will try to have the children the normal way. I can learn to trust you enough for it.” And it felt like your heart was singing, with how happy you were. You smiled brightly at him. It was an honor that he was willing to trust you that much, that he was willing to try. You knew, were you him, you would have hesitated more. Aemond was a brave man, you had to give it to him.

You wanted to kiss him silly. But you had promised yourself to keep things at his pace, were he to choose this path. And so, you asked.

“Hug?”

Aemond laughed, and pulled you closer, burying his face on your chest. You hugged back, holding him.

“So, what did your research say? About building up intimacy?” Aemond shifted, looking up at you, purple eye shining with mirth. You spluttered, slapping his shoulder. He laughed again. “You know, in all seriousness… The Seven have given me a strange woman. But I wouldn’t change you for anything.”

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Detailed warning: Aemond confesses to the reader that the reason they haven’t had sex yet is not a lack of desire but a bit of fear, and describes what happened to him when he was thirteen. The reader does her research and presents it to him, crudely, but he is touched by her gesture.

As a fellow SA survivor, I hope I have managed to portray the struggle to trust a partner again in a manner that is both tasteful and fluffy, with an adequate dose of humor and awkwardness. Writing Honesty raised a few thoughts on the matter of consent in Westeros. I never got to finish GOT because of the same issue. My heart ached for Aemond during the brothel scene, and I wondered about it a lot. I have yet to see it portrayed in any fanfiction. I apologize in advance if it made anyone uncomfortable.

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Sweet Treat | J. Hughes

warnings - none, maybe some grammar errors! just fluff!

summary - on the opening day of your coffee shop, everything is going great, but it only gets better when you meet a certain hockey player. part two

Your dream has always been to open your very own coffee shop with a bakery. After years of hard work with getting your business degree, to determining what type of set up you wanted to have, and earning enough money to actually do it, you finally did it! Your dream became a reality as you walk into the shop on opening day, turning on all the lights and getting everything set up before your two new employees showed up to help with what would possibly a busy day, if everything goes right.

You planned for this opening day tremendously with making sure everything was in stock, training the new employees, setting up the register, picking the perfect table and chairs, and now at 9 am on the clock, you turn the sign on the front door to open.

Within a total of three hours of being open, a large amount customers have came in and ordered their coffees and even a sweet treat. They congratulated you on the opening of your shop and told you that they would certainly tell others about the shop, you couldn’t be happier.

Around the four hour mark, business had slowed down a bit to a constant pace, when a young guy walks in. You look up from the register, ready to greet the guy, when all of a sudden you’re stopped in your tracks just by how gorgeous the guy looks. All words have left your mind as soon as you saw him.

As you come back from your day dream, you see that he has reached the counter and now has a confused look on his face as you have not said a word to him yet. With a poke from one of your coworkers, you remember that you need to greet him, you say with blush on your cheeks, “I am so sorry! I must’ve been focused too much on how good sales have been today to have noticed you come up, so sorry!” As you hope you played that off well. “I’ll start over, hello!”

If he had to admit to himself, as soon as he walked through the door, he thought you were pretty cute. That thought was further confirmed as he walked to the counter and when you started nonstop talking about how you were sorry. “Oh, it’s no problem, I wasn’t standing here long! This is the first day of this place being open right? I was walking by the other day when I saw the ‘coming soon’ sign out front, and I just knew I had to come by once it opened, congrats on the opening by the way!”

With your cheeks warming up once again (seriously what is wrong with you, this has never happened before), you say, “Yes, thank you! It is opening day! Business has been booming today and it’s everything I have hoped for! Do you need a minute to look at the menu or do you know what you want?”

“I usually just get a normal coffee if I go somewhere, but I’m feeling adventurous today, do you have any recommendations?”, he says with a shy smile.

“Oh, I have plenty of recommendations! But, I’ll give you my go-to order to try! It’s an iced mocha with breve, or half and half, as the milk, it is so good! Would you like to give it a try?”, you say hopefully he will take the idea.

With a nod, he says, “That’s perfect! I’ll have that and one chocolate muffin.” With that, you ring him up and he pays.

“What’s the name for this order? So I can call it out for you when it’s done of course. We can’t just have people grabbing other people’s coffees, ya know!,” you blabber on and on again.

“Ja-Jack!”, he says stumbling over his words, by how cute you are. “You can put Jack.”

“Okay, great it will be ready right down there.” With that, you get started on his coffee order and get his muffin bagged up.

A few minutes later, Jack is just scrolling on his phone while glancing up every few moments to see you working hard behind the counter. You call out, “Order for Jack!”

Jack makes his way to counter to grab his order, “Thank you!”

“I hope you love it! It’s my favorite drink ever, and I put extra mocha drizzle on it for you!”, You say once again blushing.

“Oh, I definitely will, and I will definitely be coming back!”

“Awesome, have a nice day!”, You say with a smile.

As Jack makes his way to the front door, he realizes he should’ve gotten your number, so he turns back around to go to the counter. You notice so you say, “Oh, did you forget something?” While also hoping he would ask for your number as well.

“I did actually, could I have your number? Ya know, so I can get more recommendations on coffee orders from an expert,” he says with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Hmmm, well I can’t just have you ordering a boring regular coffee now can I? Gotta have some fun in your life! So yes, I’ll give you my number,” You say, while grabbing a sticky note and writing your number on it.

“Awesome! I’ll text you sometime tonight!”, feeling happy with that, Jack says goodbye again and heads to the front door, but he stumbles over the welcome mat. He didn’t manage to spill his drink, but he looks over his shoulder to see if you noticed.

You did notice. While trying to hide a laugh, you meet his eyes, and just give a slight shake of your head. He smiles again and gives a wave walking out the door.

Later that night back at your apartment, you felt so contempt on how well opening day went, and the fact that you met a cute guy in the process, that all you could do was just smile. You felt so happy.

As you snuggled into bed, your phone went off noticing a text message.

the coffee was the best! i may or may not have to come by tomorrow to get another… and say hello to the cute owner once again 😁

sheepishly, you text back

glad you loved it, couldn’t have you walk out with a boring cup of coffee! I’ll be sure to tell the owner that a cute guy is coming in tomorrow to tell say hello 😉

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 18 . Match Found ʚ♡ɞ (finale)

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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(5.2k) written work :: warnings: cursing

It had been going so well. 

Jungwon had woken up to the song of birds chirping outside, he had opened the window to warm rays of sun and clear blue skies. It felt like the stars had aligned to present him with the perfect day to finally make his move. 

Jungwon should’ve known better. 

It had been four days since he had seen you last. Four days since you had showed up at his doorstep and dropped the equivalent of a nuclear bomb in his lap and left him with nothing to defuse it. True to your word, you had given him space to sort through his thoughts and feelings. 

So it had been up to Jungwon to make sense of the jumbled mess that you had left in your wake. Luckily for him, his friends had taken it upon themselves to guide Jungwon through his existential crisis.  

“Fuck I think I’m in love with her,” Jungwon whimpers into his palms. His hands doing little to hide the red flush that had crept up his neck to his cheeks. 

“You just figured that out?” Niki questions, looking at Jungwon’s crumpled figure incredulously. 

Jungwon lowers his hands slightly to look up at his friends with wide eyes. At the sight of each of the matching disbelieving looks on their faces, Jungwon’s eyes widened further. “You all knew I was in love with her? And no one thought to tell me?”

“How the fuck did you not know?” Sunghoon scoffs, “It's been extremely obvious to everyone that’s been forced to hang out in the same vicinity as you two.”

Jungwon lets out a strangled noise as he mentally reviews the last months with you and he realizes that he indeed, had been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time. 

To be entirely transparent, there was a part of him that already knew. How could he not when you consumed every waking minute of his thoughts? But with his intense will to convince himself that his feelings were unimportant in the grand scheme of your future and happiness, Jungwon had neglected to consider what those feelings exactly were, much less identify them as love. 

But now Jungwon was face to face with the extent of his adoration with nowhere to hide. It was overwhelming, he needed to do something, anything. 

“I gotta go,” Jungwon stands with shaky legs, looking around hazily for his phone and wallet. 

“Go? Go where?” 

“To tell Y/N I love her too! Before she changes her mind and decides she’d rather be with fuck ass Na Jaemin,” Jungwon blabbers spinning around in place, “Where the hell is my phone and wallet, I need to go.” 

“Woah. Okay, slow down Romeo,” Jay laughs, clasping Jungwon’s shoulder soothingly, “ I think both you and Y/N need some time to process everything.”

“Not to mention, you need to do a lot more than just say you love her to make everything better,” Sunoo voices with a raise of his brow, “You literally ghosted her publicly for two weeks and ignored her confession.” 

“Oh,” Jungwon slouches back down onto his bed in defeat, “I guess you’re right.” 

Day One 

Jungwon wakes up the next day feeling like death personified. Everytime he had finally felt himself slipping into his slumber, the memory of your kiss had his eyes flying open and his heart thumping painfully in its cavity. 

Some time during his sleep-ridden haze, Jungwon’s mind had started to wander again to darker territory. He revisited the same insecurities that had gotten him into this whole predicament. His mind ran to a thousand scenarios where you had chosen him and it had only ended in bitter words and regret. And in the darkness of the night, with only his thoughts for company Jungwon began to dig himself into the same insecurity ridden pit he had just gotten himself out of. 

It had been Niki who had picked the lock to his room, promptly entering and dragging the blankets off of Jungwon’s huddled figure. “Alright Jungwon the fuck is your problem now?” 

Jungwon merely turned, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the pillows, “You’re gonna think it's stupid.” 

“Probably because it is stupid,” Niki snarks, trying to pull Jungwon away from where he clung to his pillows pathetically. 

Giving in, Jungwon gives Niki a rueful pout, his eyes ringed with the evidence of his turmoil. “What if she regrets choosing me later on and she resents me for everything she missed out on? What if we don’t work as well as a couple like we thought? What if she loves me as a friend but not as her boyfriend-oW what the fuck Niki” Jungwon rubs the side of his head tenderly, shooting daggers at his exasperated friend. 

“You’re right, you are being stupid. Look, what’s the point of lingering on all these what ifs, you don’t even know that half that shit will happen. What if it’s the alternative, what if she realizes it’s the best decision she’s ever made? What if you both end up being perfect for eachother, platonically and romantically? She said she loves you, and you love her. Is that not enough for you to take the risk? Is she not worth it?” 

Jungwon stares at him slack jawed, before chuckling to himself, ruffling Niki’s hair affectionately. “When did you grow up and get so mature huh?”

“I’ve always been mature, if anything you’re the one who’s dangerously close to losing your hyung title if you keep moping around like this. Have some confidence Jungwon, there’s a reason Y/N has chosen you over and over, even when you haven’t given her a motive to.” 

Jungwon nods resolutely, setting his shoulders back in determination. It didn’t matter that he might not be the best choice, for you he’d make sure he was the right one. Now that he had a glimpse of what it was like to have lost you to someone else, even if only for a night, Jungwon was dead set on never giving anyone else the chance again. 

Day Two

Jungwon chews on his lips, his fingers drumming against his leg as the call rings obnoxiously. Please pick up pleaseeee pick up.

The ringing stops abruptly and for a second Jungwon thinks he’s been declined. 

“Hello? Jungwonnie?” 

He breathes a sigh of relief, mustering up his best saccharine tone. “Heyyyyy Haechannie hyung, I’ve been dying to catch up with you.”

“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want to get back on my good side, Jungwonnie,” Haechan scoffs into the mic, “Y/N might have forgiven you but I certainly haven't forgotten just how upset she was when you were doing your little ghosting.”

“Yeah, I know hyung I’m sorry I really am,” Jungwon winces, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just thought I was doing what was best for her, I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Yeah, well you did dumbass. And you better not be calling me to tell me you’re gonna break her heart again.”

“No! No, the opposite actually,” Jungwon says hurriedly, taking a deep breath, “I uh- wanted to ask her out, properly. She deserves it after everything I put her through. I was wondering if you had any ideas as to what she might like.” 

“Well I’ll be damned, I thought you’d never grow the balls Jungwon,” Haechan cackles, his tone softening into something more familiar and honeyed.

 “Look lover boy, Y/Nnie likes you a lot, almost as much as she likes me; trust me that's a lot . And you two have been through a lot of shit that was way more complicated than it had to be. I think what Y/N would appreciate and love most of all is just your honest feelings and having you back again. She’s not really one for big gestures and obnoxious gifts. I know it's not the answer you were looking for but it's what makes sense to me. I hope it kinda helps.”

“It actually does, thanks hyung. I promise I’ll take good care of her from here on out. No more complications,” Jungwon states firmly.

“I’m glad to hear it Jungwonnie. I like you, we all do, and we’ve been rooting for you and Y/N through all of your melodrama. Good luck and don’t let anything fuck it up.”

Jungwon accepts the blessing gratefully, a satisfied smile stretched across his lips as the call ends. He flips back onto his bed, looking up at the ceiling feeling the buzz of anticipation warm his chest. For once it felt like everything was slowly clicking into place.

Day Three

“What about this one?” Jay holds up a white shirt with a ruffled collar, waiting for Jungwon’s verdict. 

“Ew no hyung, what am I? A vampire?” Jungwon scrunches his face in distaste, turning back to the racks of clothing. 

Sunoo sighs next to him, taking a loud slurp of his nearly emptied milk tea. “I still don’t get why we have to get you a whole new outfit, is this really such a big occasion?”

“Of course it is!” Jungwon gives him an affronted look, chin jutting petulantly. “You saw how pretty Y/N looked when she came over, how well she was dressed. I have to make a good impression on her too when I ask her out.”

“Yeah but that was because she came straight from a fancy date, it's not like she was dressed up for- what are you hitting me for hyung I’m right,” Sunoo rolls his eyes dodging another one of Jay’s swats.

“Ignore him Jungwon, I think it's sweet that you want to look nice for Y/N,” Jay pats Jungwon encouragingly, “Do you know what kind of look you want to go for? Maybe something that Y/N likes on you?”

“Uh…. she likes my shoulders and collarbones. And one time she said that it's unfair that I have a slutty ass waist?” Jungwon offers up with a helpful shrug. 

Jay deadpans, dragging a hand down his face wearily, already regretting his defense of you two. “I was looking for more like colors or types of shirts but yeah I guess that works. Let's go with a slightly loose button up tucked into some fitted cigarette pants then.”

With that Jay walks off in search of his desired items, and Jungwon turns to give Sunoo a smug smile. “I’m gonna look so good, Y/N won’t be able to resist me.” 

Sunoo waves him off with a tired exhale, “As much as I hate the idea of inflating your ego, knowing Y/N you’re probably right.” 

Jungwon’s smirk morphs into a dopey smile at the simple affirmation. The slightest reminder of his reciprocated feelings turning him into complete putty where he stood. 

It still felt a bit unreal, to know the full extent of your feelings, and Jungwon was itching to just be able to do the same for you. It wouldn't be much longer now, everything was going to be perfect. 

Day Four 

“Do you have any Barbie movies? Maybe a collection set?” 

To the employee’s credit the commercial smile she’s plastered on barely falters, the only indication of her surprise being the slight twitch of her eye. “Barbie movies sir?” 

“Yeah,” Jungwon beams at her, fingers tapping on the counter in excitement, “Like the animated American ones? You know, Barbie & the Diamond Castle, Fairytopia, Barbie of Swan Lake, all of those.” 

“Ah, those Barbie movies, of course,” she responds with the thinly veiled irritation that could only belong to a highschool part-timer who definitely did not get paid enough to deal with these oddly specific requests. “Let me go check in the back sir.” 

Jungwon hums in acknowledgement, taking the opportunity to look around the quaint video store as the worker walks off. When she reappears from the backroom she’s holding a pink box set shaped like a chest, fit with a latch boasting a bold Barbie logo in gold. “Here you are sir, the 19 movie collection dvd set of the classic Barbie movies,” the worker slides the chest over to Jungwon. 

He gives it a once over, his fingers trailing over the edges and checking the details to make sure all of your favorites are included. The employee watches in amusement as Jungwon straightens with a satisfied smile. “It’s perfect, I'll take it! Thank you so much for your help.” 

She nods, ringing his purchase up, “So, are you just a big Barbie fan or is this for a younger sibling or something?” she asks as she takes his credit card. 

“For my girlfriend actually,” Jungwon grins before faltering slightly, “well she’s not my girlfriend, yet. But I’m hoping after I give her this and I ask her properly she will be. I’m kind of in love with her.” 

The worker gives a small laugh handing over his bag and receipt, “That’s cute actually, good luck I hope she accepts and it works out.” 

“Me too,” Jungwon smiles giddily, ducking his head in a quick bow before exiting. Tomorrow. It was finally time. 

D-Day

Jungwon should've known better.

Everything was going so well up until 30 minutes ago. Jungwon had woken up feeling amazing, his body filled with vitality, his mind was clear and his skin glowing. Sunoo had helped him style his hair, running it through the straightener until it fell perfectly across his forehead the way you liked it. 

He had gotten his outfit from where it hung after Jay ironed it for him, it fit him perfectly accentuating his frame in all the right places. He had even sprayed some of the cologne Sunghoon got him, his nose only slightly wrinkling at the fumes. It would be worth it, for you. 

Jungwon finished by swiping some chapstick across his lips, definitely because they felt chapped and nothing to do with his wishful thinking that maybe today he could seal the deal with a kiss. As he gave himself one last look in the mirror, Jungwon was extremely satisfied with the reflection that looked back, he looked good and he felt good. Today was the day. 

Heeseung had offered to drop Jungwon off at your building but he had declined, for sentiment’s sake. Jungwon wanted to stop by Taeil’s PC bang, where you had first met, and pick up some snacks. Yes, he knew he could easily get them at any convenience store but he would know it was from Neo Tech and you would know it was from Neo Tech and that was enough for it to be worth the trouble.

The wind had picked up slightly as he arrived at Neo Tech, causing Jungwon’s brows to knit in worry but he had looked up to see clear skies and shrugged it off. Taeil had greeted him with a warm welcome and a hearty clap on the back. After shyly sharing his plans for the day, Taeil had gladly packed up some snacks, pushing them into Jungwon’s arms with a refusal to accept any payment and whisper of good luck. 

Jungwon left the pc bang with his hands full. The bags filled with snacks and your gift swinging gleefully from each arm as he walked down the familiar streets to your building. As he retraces the steps to yours, Jungwon thinks of the first day you had taken him to your home, the first day he had truly stepped into your life. How differently would everything had turned out if he had just accepted a rain check? 

Jungwon thinks of the way your eyes light up when they find his, the way you fit like a key in a lock in his arms, and how it feels as if the only breath he’s ever really taken was the one against your lips. It's enough for him to be sure that one way or another you would’ve found your way to him. 

With a mind clouded with thoughts of you, Jungwon fails to notice the actual clouds that rapidly darken the sky, until a wet droplet hits his nose. He looks up startled, only for another drop to land on his cheek, and another in quick succession until suddenly, it’s pouring. 

Fuck. Jungwon breaks out into a run, there’s only two blocks left until he reaches your place with his only possible solace from the rain until then being the meager cover of the trees that decorate the road. He vaguely remembers Jake rambling about how scientifically you’re more likely to have more raindrops land on you if you run opposed to walking in the rain, but how can he heed Jake’s advice when the rain beats down on him, his shirt already darkening under the weight of the water. 

So he runs, he runs until he finally reaches shelter under the awning of your building. Only then does Jungwon stop, hunching over as he tries to catch his breath, his lungs protesting as they strain to fill with air. 

“Jungwon?” 

He looks up to make contact with the concerned gaze of Na Jaemin, who stands awkwardly with his umbrella at the ready as he gets ready to leave the building. “Are you alright?” he voices again. 

Jungwon quickly straightens, “I’m fine thanks,” he voices, trying his best to steady his breath. 

Jaemin nods silently, smiling politely, “I’m Jaemin by the way, it’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of great things. Are you heading up to see Y/N?”  

Jungwon should say no, he’s a sopping wet mess and the food is probably a mess after being rattled with the force of his movements. It’s only logical to go home and recuperate and just try again tomorrow. He’s spent far too much time making everything perfect to let it go to waste.

 But he’s here now and Jaemin’s standing in front of him with an expectant smile, leaving your house looking put together and polished. So Jungwon can’t back down, not again, he’s missed you far too much and prepared far too much to lose his nerve now. 

“Yeah I am,” Jungwon gives a firm smile and Jaemin breaks into a wide grin. 

“That’s great, she’s been missing you a lot. I hope everything goes well, I’ve got to head out but we should definitely catch up another day.” It’s a bit unnerving, how genuinely sweet Na Jaemin seems. Jungwon nods hesitantly in agreement and the elder seems satisfied and takes his leave with a wave.

Jungwon turns to face your building, and before he can lose his nerve he enters. He draws a few curious stares from the reception desk and passing residents. Normally Jungwon would flush under their gaze and hurry his steps, but each step he takes he can only register as a step closer to you. 

And so, unabashedly, Jungwon’s feet squeak and squelch and carry him across the lobby, into your elevator and up all 42 floors until he’s back at your front door. He can hear his heart thumping in his ears matching the rhythm of the code he punches in, the steps he takes until he can hear your voice carrying through the open slit of your bedroom door. 

Jungwon takes a last shaky breath and raps lightly on the wood, pushing into your room. It’s been four excruciatingly long days since he’s last seen you and the sight of you knocks the air out of his lungs. You blink at Jungwon’s sudden appearance before your eyes soften into the familiar crescents that accompany your smile, “Hi Wonnie.”

“Hey Y/N,” Jungwon exhales breathily, his eyes glued onto your features. He had a confession planned, feelings he wanted to express and promises he wanted to make. Feelings that were currently betraying him, rendering him dumb struck and speechless. 

Jungwon was usually good at things like this, suppressing his feelings to get what he needed to do done, it came easier to him than breathing. He was good at things like this, but not when it came to you. 

You bite back a laugh at his dazed expression, raking your eyes down his figure, pausing momentarily on the bags in his hands. You meet his eyes with a stifled laugh, “You’re uh dripping, Jungwon.” 

He snaps out of his stupor looking down to find his clothes waterlogged and plastered to his body, a small puddle forming at his feet. Jungwon rubs his neck sheepishly, “Yeah I got caught in the rain.”

“I can see that,” you smirk, sliding your headphones off and rising to your feet. You make your way towards Jungwon and for a second his heart stutters, thinking you were going to pull him into another impromptu kiss. 

He swears he’s not disappointed when you walk by him, instead rifling through your drawers to pull out some clothes and a towel. “Here, you should get out of those clothes before you get sick.”

“What? No, I mean- yes I will, but first I want to talk to you. I uh got you something as well,” Jungwon lifts the gifts slightly. 

You roll your eyes fondly, unfurling the towel and draping it over his head, rubbing it gently to drain some of the water out of his strands. You take the bags from his grip, instead pressing the clothes into Jungwon’s hand. “You’ve already made me wait this long, I think I can wait a little longer. Go change Wonnie.”

Jungwon sends you a wounded pout which you ignore with a pointed glance at the bathroom. He gives in with a sigh, disappearing to change his clothes. The sweats and shirt you’ve handed him are foreign, probably Haechan or Chenle’s, but the hoodie is suspiciously familiar. 

He’s still examining the hoodie when he walks back out, “Is this mine? I swear I have one just like it and I haven't seen it for a while.” 

You pause slightly at his words, twisting in your seat, “Uh yeah, I kinda stole it the last time I slept over,” you admit in the most off hand tone you can muster but Jungwon doesn’t miss the subtle reddening of your cheeks. 

He doesn’t bother hiding the smug grin that splits his face, walking over to pull you up out of your chair and into his arms. He sways you slightly in his embrace, leaning down to whisper cheekily, “You’ve been stealing my clothes to wear when I’m not around? You miss me that much Y/N?”  

You roll your eyes, pushing Jungwon away from you, he lands on your bed with a playful yelp. “If you weren’t busy being a delusional jerk then I wouldn’t have to miss you in the first place. I think you owe me at least one hoodie as collateral for emotional damages.”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Jungwon chuckles, sitting up on his elbows, “thanks for the clothes, I didn't realize how cold I was until I got out of them.”

Taking a seat next to him, you brush the damp strands of hair off of Jungwon’s forehead, “No biggie, why were you so dressed up anyways? Are you heading somewhere after this? I can put your clothes in the dryer if you need.”

“No,” Jungwon says hurriedly, flushing when you look at him inquisitively, “I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to dress up and look good, since it’s been a while since I last saw you.” 

His eyes are trained down on the floor, the tips of his ears turning red and you can't help but giggle. “You always look good Jungwon, no need to try and impress me,” you nudge him playfully and he bats your hand playfully with a whine. 

“Yeah, but I wanted you to see me in some nicer clothes,” Jungwon meets your eyes carefully, “because today’s important, I wanted to dress accordingly.” 

You hum in acknowledgment, trailing your hand against the edge of his sleeve, smiling when Jungwon’s fingers capture yours. “You looked nice, it was different. But I like you like this, sweats and a hoodie. Makes you look cozy and comfy, like my Jungwon.”

Jungwon stills, staring at you with an unreadable expression and you tilt your head in silent question. Jungwon had a plan, a script for how this was going to go, but when those words fall so effortlessly from your tongue he can’t help but want to abandon his plan. And when has he ever known self control around you, so he does. “Can I kiss you?” he asks calmly. 

It’s your turn to fluster, “what?” you splutter. Jungwon sits up fully, leaning closer until the tip of his nose is lightly grazing against yours. His hand releases yours, snaking up your neck to rest against your jaw, his eyes burning unwaveringly into yours. 

“Can I kiss you? Please?” his breath ghosts over yours and you barely nod before Jungwon’s lips brush faintly against yours. 

Jungwon pulls back slightly, glancing quickly to assess the way your eyes flutter shut and you instinctively chase after his mouth. It’s enough of a final confirmation for him to truly throw caution to the wind and he captures your lips in a proper kiss. 

His fingers and cheek are cool to the touch, but every bit of skin they graze against blazes in response. You’re sweltering, melting in his hold, your arms curling around him , clinging to his shoulders desperately for any purchase to keep you from falling apart. 

Jungwon grips you with equal intensity, he releases his hold on your jaw to undo the claw clip holding your hair, tossing it to the side. His fingers slink back up your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer. 

It isn’t until his lungs burn insistently against his ribs that Jungwon finally parts from you. It’s silent, save for sharp inhales as you both gasp for what little air is available in the junction of your lips. Jungwon rests his forehead against yours and whispers breathlessly, “I love you.” 

You’re still lightheaded from the pressure of the kiss and his words do nothing to quell the way your mind reels and your stomach flips incessantly. Giggling, you knock your head against his playfully, “Took you long enough idiot.” 

Huffing in mock annoyance, Jungwon grabs your face bringing it to his, “Say. It. Back.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them insistently with each word. 

You smile into the kiss, your rising cheeks squishing against where Jungwon holds you firmly. “I love you,” you plant a final peck onto his lips and he sighs in satisfaction, nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” Jungwon murmurs gently, his hands sliding down to wrap around your waist, “I’m sorry for trying to push you away without even giving us a chance. I thought I was doing the right thing for you, and I let my ego and insecurities cloud my judgment. I was scared, you’re everything I could ever dream of having, and yet for some unfathomable reason you wanted me. It felt too good to be true honestly, and the whole situation with your dad and Jaemin just confirmed every negative outcome in my mind. I just didn’t want to fuck up and become a regret, you know?” 

Your brows scrunch together in a frown and you open your mouth to refute him but Jungwon is already shushing you with a swift kiss. “I know what you’re gonna say. I just wanted to properly talk you through my thoughts. I’m done being stupid now, seriously I am. I’m far too in love with you to give you up. You make me want to be selfish. You deserve everything in the world Y/N, and if it means I can keep you by my side I’d rob the sky of all its sun and stars. I want to be better for you, I’ll be better for you, so that one day I can truly say I deserve to be yours. But for now I’m going to be greedy and ask you to be mine. Officially.” 

You chuckle breathily, reaching up to cup Jungwon’s cheek with shaky fingers. “I meant what I told you before Wonnie, I’ve always been yours and I always will be. When I first met you I already knew I was in for it. You were the perfect distraction, my little sanctuary to escape all my worries and sorrows, an escape from reality. But then you crossed that line, you became a part of my reality, and you changed it into one that I wanted to be in. You’re my greatest comfort and my uttermost happiness Jungwon, and that’s something that no one else will be able to give me.  I’d choose you in every reality and that’ll never change.” 

Jungwon beams, his dimple in full display and he pulls you in peppering kisses all over your face, not leaving a single stretch of skin untouched. “I can’t believe everything literally went the opposite of what I planned and yet it somehow still worked out. Look, I even prepared a present for my proposal to convince you to say yes.” He leans over you slightly to pull up the bag sitting at the foot of the bed, placing it gently in your hands. 

“You prepared this for me?” you shake the bag curiously, and Jungwon nods, gesturing excitedly for you to take a look. “Holy fuck, you got me the Barbie Movie Collection?” you gape at the pink box, tracing the letters in awe, “Jungwon I love it.” You grab his face, placing an exaggerated smooch on his cheek. 

“Yeah, I’m kind of the best boyfriend ever, I know,” Jungwon shrugs smugly, observing your enthralled expression with a small smile. “I was planning on showing up looking dashing and all, and you would be caught off guard by my adverse charms and fall for me. Then I was going to give some spiel about how I don’t deserve you but these movies are a token of my dedication to you. And you would be extremely touched by my thoughtfulness and immediately start begging to be my girlfriend and telling me how I have unmatchable rizz. But I guess I can settle for how it went down,” he teases, pinching your cheek impishly. 

You swat his hand away from your cheek with a roll of your eyes, “you’re insufferable Yang Jungwon.” 

This only fuels Jungwon further, and he leans in, tilting your chin up to meet his mischievous gaze, “but you loveeee me, don’t you baby?” 

You scoff, ignoring the way your cheeks heat at the pet name, “unfortunately for me, yes I love you Wonnie.” 

Jungwon grins broadly at the admission, planting a warm kiss on your waiting lips. “I love you more,” he says sweetly.

Jungwon’s still not quite sure how he ended up here. How a simple desire to best his roommates had culminated into him sharing soft kisses with the love of his life.

 And Jungwon’s still not quite sure what the future will hold for the two of you. But as he pulls you into his lap and you lean into his touch happily, pink cheeks and bright eyed, Jungwon can’t help but feel that no matter what the pair of you end up pursuing, at the end of the day your nights will always end up looking a little like this. 

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this is the barbie dvd set wonnie got for y/n lmfao. very romance we love.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hello miss, hope your having a nice day

Can you write a lady lesso x female reader (both already dating) that reader find out that a few students are writing a fanfic of her and lesso, of course the students get in trouble but there was one she was interested about. So she's reading it(p.s. it's like a smut, fluff her and lesso fanfic) turns out lesso was behide her seeing ever single word. You can figure out what happens next

Reenact it 18+

*Authors note~ hehehe this is made my brain smile soooo much honestly I love this idea*

Trigger warnings~ dom l sub r enchanted strap oral daddy kink degrading praise

Prompt~ see ask^^^

There wasn't much that went around the schools of good and evil that the two deans didn't know of. So when you caught wind of a story being written of two staff members you immediately went to Leo to see if she knew of it. She did not. But you and your girlfriend were incredibly curious humans so it was only natural you both began to look out for clues on what was going on. Just so happened you managed to over hear something being said about you and your girlfriend in the bedroom. Instead of reacting you waited to drag out more inform

"Leo! Leo? love?" You murmured as you entered your shared chambers. "Dove?" She muttered not really looking up from her work. "The story! It's about us" you blabbered on about all the information you'd heard, "and then I managed to find this!" You handed the written paper copy of said story.

Leonora took in every word that was written, it was really well written, the characters were very much accurate but the fact some students were writing of her and your sex life was a little intimating. However when she got to the bit about the enchanted strap on her mind began to wonder. You stood in front of her observing the reaction, after all you'd already read it and became rather needy for her. Leonora began to formulate images but soon enough images weren't enough she needed the real deal and she was going to have it.

Just like that, the fanfic was tossed aside as she stalked towards you. "Oh my needy little dove, did that story have an affect on you by any chance?" She purred continuously walking forward causing you to step back until your back hit the wall. "Fuck" you muttered looking into her almost jet black eyes, "mhm please" you murmured look from her lips to her eyes and back down to her lips.

You love when Leonora kisses are driven by her need for you, the way she take control and knows just the perfect amount of roughness to use as your tongues fight one an other. Ultimately, you lose but you don't mind, just kissing Leonora is a win in itself. You couldn't help but whimper into her mouth when she pressed her toned thigh against your soaked, clothed cunt. "Leo" you gasped int between kisses, "take me to bed... please" you murmured against her lips as she lifted you up to carry you to the bedroom without your lips leaving hers.

You were thrown to the middle of the bed with a squeal, "Leo!" You giggled feeling her magic working against your body, you soon lay bare. "Leonora!" You gasped causing your girlfriend to adopt her stern authoritarian voice normally used with the Never's, "no dove not Leo, you read the book what do you call me?" She purred crawling over your body. "Daddy" you whimpered not realising how much that word would effect you. "Good girl dove, so good for daddy aren't you?"

Your girlfriend was always an attentive lover, always making sure to shower you with compliments and kisses to all the skin within her reach, but she also knew how to bring out the rougher sides too. Tonight was clearly the latter, she sunk her teeth into the creamy white skin of your inner thighs before soothing it with her tongue. "Daddy please" you whimpered, "please more?" Happily obliging with your pleas she brought her lips to your pretty cunt. You both moaned as you felt her tongue rub teasingly down your slit, "oh fuck Leo" you whined only to be met with a pinch to your right pert bud of your breasts, "fuck daddy god" you mewled. "Not god baby just daddy taking good care of her best whore" she murmured before going absolutely feral on your cunt. Tongue lapping eagerly at your slick until you came all over her with whined and whimpers that honestly were loud enough to wake the neighbours, if you had any.

"Daddy please more please I'm good I please" you mewled in your post climax state, you watched your girlfriend adorn her strap. "Now dove, daddy's done something new here, and I want you to be a good slut and get on your knees for me" she barked her command as you scrambled to comply. "Tongue" she quipped and you obeyed as she rested the strap on it. The taste of a realistic cock hit your tastebuds and you moaned in sync with Leonora before wrapping your lips around her. "Oh fuck dove, your mouth feels soo god, can feel it wrapped around me" she muttered as she began thrusting the length down your throat. "Take it baby take daddy's cock in that pretty mouth of yours!"

The vibrations of you spluttering and sucking her dick had her hurling over that edge and realising her hot cum into your mouth, "don't waste it dove, god yes fuck we are doing this again" she moaned as she worked her way back down. By the time she pulled her semi soft cock from your swollen lips your jaw was aching and your eyes demonstrating just how fucked but needy you remained. "Daddy" you whined with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. "Oh dove we aren't done you know what happens next" she murmured stroking the member, coaxing it to become hard once more.

You decided to aid your lover and create a bit of a show, you made sure to get into position extra slowly. After all you were hers so presenting your body to her was rather thrilling, her new friend became rather strained due to your little show. "Fuck dove I'm so hard it hurts" she mumbled coming to settle behind you. A quick harsh smack was delivered to your perfect behind. "Oh fuck it jiggles" she muttered almost giddy about it like a child is over a toy. "Daddy" you whined, wriggling your ass teasingly.

With an animalistic growl Leonora gripped your hips hard enough to bruise before slipping her strap into your slick heat. "Oh fuck daddy yes god more" you whined as your walls stretched around her member. "Dove fuck you feel so good. So warm and tight god such a whore for daddy aren't you. A pretty little slut for me to use" she muttered to you trying to give you time to adjust to her length but finding it incredibly hard to focus on anything other than how amazing it felt to be inside your cunt. You rocked your hips backwards with your pleas, "daddy more move god please use me daddy I'm yours. Wanna be your cum dump. Make me take it daddy! Oh god fuck a baby in me please" you whimpered and whined not really thinking over what was spilling from your lips.

Leonora's thrusts we're perfectly timed and the way she felt inside you was truly amazing. You couldn't get enough of her, walls fluttering around her. "Good slut, let daddy fill that pretty pussy up with my load. Take it all for me my precious cum slut, Dove fuck I need to cum" she panted to you while thrusting in that little more forcefully. "Please cum daddy I will take it, I want it! Please! Wanna be pregnant with your baby please please pleaseeee" you mewled happily as your walls clenched around her cock, draining every last drop of her seed into your cunt. "Oh fuck daddy yes god more more gonna cum daddy" you whined before cumming all over her cock.

She began to slow her thrusts to work you both down form the highs you had. Only then when you were both fully satisfied did Leo slip from your core and quickly inserted a little vibe to stop her precious seed from seeping out your folds. "Now you're gonna have daddy's seed nice and deep inside you my good whore" she murmured to you. A dopey smoky adorned your lips as you remained well and truly fucked dumb. You almost missed your lover come to hold you and kiss your head while showering you with praises. Recreating and reacting the story was one of her best ideas, and that magical strap would be coming out more and more in the future.

Word count~ 1505

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lesso x reader smut #lady lesso x you #lesso smutt #leonora lesso x reader #anon request

[owl127]

Are you working on any clexa fics? I’m Clexa deprived😭

Ao3

Happy holidays!

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The house was clean, white, and large. Lexa had to crane her neck to see the Christmas decorations hanging from the parapet. Over immaculate paint, silly little Santas danced now and then to music no one else could hear. Around them, a forest of leaves, an innumerable amount of wraths in the tri-color Christmas scheme, and lights as bright as the snow covering a tamed yard.

Lexa was the ugly duckling in that perfect home. Regret warmed her cold cheeks just as the door opened, and warm gold smiled at her.

“Lexa!” Clarke was not good at hiding what she felt, and in that lightly freckled face, Lexa saw exhilaration. It would be good to be as happy as Clarke could be with anything. “Merry Christmas!” Clarke was warm and smelled like cookies. There was a hint of fresh pine under her ear and Lexa allowed herself the small pleasure of Clarke’s skin. “Come on in!”

Lexa’s protest died in her throat, and she nodded. That was Clarke Griffin: no questions asked, and always so, so warm.

The house greeted Lexa with waves of cinnamon, coffee, and Mariah Carey. But besides Clarke’s blabbering of her batch of cookies, the house was empty. The large tree in the living room reigned supreme, but the gifts at its feet were unopened.

“Are you by yourself?”

Lexa regretted the question immediately at the way the excitement drained from Clarke’s face. Clarke took off her santa hat, messing with her curls. “Mom was called in for an emergency, and Dad is out of the country. Somewhere they don’t celebrate, I think.” She shrugged, and her new smile had a sheen of defeat. “Do you want to try my cookies?”

The house and smells could be different, but families were complicated for the both of them. Lexa nodded.

They ate cookies, carved through a flawless turkey (“Mom ordered it,” Clarke explained), and watched new and old Christmas movies on the largest TV Lexa had ever seen. There were no further questions , and Clarke gave Lexa clothes for a hot shower.

Clarke’s room was as immaculate as her house, with multiple closets and shelves lined with trinkets and trophies. Her bed was pristine, and everything smelled like fresh pine. Clarke wasn’t by her desk when Lexa exited the in suite bathroom, the vapors from her long shower following her into the room. 

The closet door opened and Clarke stepped inside, cheeks flushed and hands full of partially folded underwear.

“I forgot to give you one of these.” She showed her offering of Christmas-themed boxers.

Lexa chuckled and lay on Clarke’s enormous bed. “I’ll wash your joggers before returning them to you.” Clarke’s eyes did that dance when she tried to check Lexa out discreetly, and it only made it more obvious. It was cute, and Lexa swallowed at the rush of blood through her body. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Clarke said, and joined her on the bed. They didn’t touch. Whatever they were, they hadn’t talked about it yet. Friends? Teammates? Fuck buddies?

Another rush of blood.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Clarke asked, breaking the silence.

“Us?” The word tickled the back of Lexa’s throat.

“I meant why you showed up at my place on Christmas morning, but if you’d rather talk about us…”

“My parents fight a lot,” Lexa said. “Anya isn’t home, and I needed a break.”

“I’m sorry.” Clarke touched her hand. Her palm was warm, and Lexa held it against her chest.

“I’m sorry your parents aren’t here,” Lexa said.

“They do that sometimes.” Clarke snuggled closer, their bodies touching. There was no hiding Lexa’s arousal, not without a boxer. Clarke touched her thigh, and the tent in Lexa’s pants twitched in encouragement. “Is this why you came?”

Lexa breathed hard through her nose, grasping at Clarke’s forearm. “Not really,” she said. “I was alone, and I wanted to see you.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me.”

Lexa kissed the spot under Clarke’s ear that smelled like an inviting forest. “I’m not good with words,” Lexa confessed to soft skin. “Can I show you instead?”

Their kiss tasted like hot cocoa.

#clexa #ask the owl #fanfiction #Christmas little fic #happy holidays #abo #omegaverse #drabble

[mooodyblue]

⭐️ (or maybe 🍼?) hiii happy 1k!! <3 this is random but i sprained my ankle pretty bad today and can’t tell if i broke my foot or not rip . but! it had me imagining a situation in which reader gets injured and elvis freaks out when he finds out and then immediately becomes very comforting and protective once he sees how scared reader is. i feel like this is super cute for cg!elvis and little!reader but could be non agere as well :)

tysm!!!! cg!elvis is perfect for this 🫶🏼 sorry to hear about your ankle!!! hope it heals up fast ☹️

1k celebration post

elvis was always good with keeping an eye on you while little. well, while big too. but little you was a bit unpredictable at times and he always felt the need to watch over you. he knows how you can get yourself into a bit of trouble at times and overtime, he's learnt to deal with you.

he refuses to look away when you're running around outside of graceland. sometimes you'll chase after a bird or you'll pick at the flowers and excitedly run over to him to show it off.

which is exactly what you had decided to do today.

the weather was nice. it wasn't too hot or too cold, you'd insisted on having a picnic in the garden with your daddy now that he's free of shows for the week. after snacking a bit, you decided to run off into the garden, earning a loud 'be careful!' from elvis. but you were always careful! you were always aware of your surroundings.

you went to pick a few daisy's for elvis, picking out the prettiest ones from its roots carefully to show how good you are with the garden. you wanted to give your daddy flowers for always being such a good daddy and for always doing such a good job on stage every night. it was definitely a 'i'm proud of you and i love you' sort of gift.

as you excitedly ran back over to elvis, your foot met with a pebble—causing your ankle to somehow bend in a painful way and bringing you to the ground. it hurt like hell. the most excruciating pain you'd ever felt. but he taught you to get back up on your feet, so you tried but fell right back down, letting out a soft cry as your ankle began to swell.

it happened the one second elvis wasn't looking, one second. but the moment he heard your cries, he jumped up and ran over to you. "now, what did i tell ya? i told ya to slow down 'n be careful when you're runnin' around. goddamn, baby. where does it hurt? are you okay?" he blabbered on, "you able to get up? no, damn–baby, how bad is it? what—"

his panicking and overwhelming amount of questions only made the pain worse, making you cry out louder as you held into your swelling ankle.

"ah—shoot. sorry, baby. alright, let's get some ice on that ankle." he didn't hesitate to lift you up bridal style and brought you into the house, immediately setting you on the couch as he rummaged through his freezer. he settled with a bag of peas, setting it on your ankle as you hissed due to the coldness of it all.

elvis crouched down to your level, giving you a sympathetic look. "you okay, honey? no more cryin'. daddy's got ya now." he cooed, pressing the frozen bag of peas gently on your ankle.

"'m sorry, daddy." you pouted, wiping at your teary eyes.

he tsk'd in response. "no apologizin', it happens. accidents happen. but y'know what that means? you get it sit on the couch 'n laze around until that thing heals. that means you can watch cartoons 'n have your snacks all day. don't that sound nice?"

you nodded excitedly, a small smile appearing on your face. "snuggles too?"

"oh, without a doubt, baby. lotsa snuggles, you're gonna be sick of me."

#elvis x reader #1k celeb

[jihyocentric]

cant stop thinking about daddy nayeon… i noticed that jihyo got a size kink so may i please request something a long the lines of nahyo bought a new toy that’s the thickest jihyo ever tried (maybe it’s a knotted toy 😳)

but anyways, nayeon is filming the process of preparing jihyo to be able to take the entire toy and when jihyo finally hilts the entire thing, nayeon is praising how pretty jihyo looks stretched around the toy and how proud she is of jihyo being able to take all of it. saying that she’s a dirty girl being all messy and unable to speak coherently

maybe jihyo squirts around the toy or is extra sensitive, up to you or you can totally ignore this. i just needed to share this bc that most recent nahyo post got me 🥵

jihyo is really the number 1 size queen, nobody likes a challenge more than her. based on this fill.

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"hyo, talk to me!"

nayeon is nearly whining when she grips jihyo's arm, making the wolf in sheep's clothing that was her girlfriend turn her head around.

jihyo had been a pragmatic and unapproachable to nayeon ever since they've met. later on, nayeon realized that jihyo was only like that to her, and nobody else. to others, jihyo was a total sweetheart, the type of person to share big smiles and light up the room, but nayeon was an exception. and if nayeon was an exception, in her mind, that could only mean that she was special to jihyo. (she wasn't all that wrong.)

after jihyo gave nayeon a chance, an actual chance that was not only corresponding to her flirting but really making things official (and nayeon made sure jihyo wouldn't go back on her decision of becoming her girlfriend by making her sign a fake contract that she quickly wrote down on a napkin), nayeon came to the conclusion that jihyo was not that threatening or unapproachable. jihyo became a soft girlfriend who loved to be in her arms and hear anything silly nayeon had to say, and it really took nayeon by surprise.

it was when they had their first fight that nayeon realized that, despite being adorable, her so called 'babygirl' could look scary at times. it happened mostly when jihyo thought nayeon was being too much and gave her the cold shoulder, or when nayeon fed bbuyo more than what he needs and makes her cat look huge with the amount of canned food nayeon gave him (in her defense, he kept asking for more and she couldn't resist his cuteness because he was just like his owner), or when nayeon didn't stop girls from flirting with her and it made jihyo's blood boil under her skin.

that look of displeasure on jihyo's face was hot, but it was particularly scary and nayeon didn't know if she loved it or if she wanted to hide, afraid that if she said anything jihyo would get even angrier.

"you want us to make a sex tape? is that what you're suggesting?" jihyo asks, her voice low and eyes focusing on the tv nayeon had back in her room. it was smaller than the one at the living room, but it was a perfect setting for when they wanted to cuddle and watch movies.

jihyo didn't look happy to hear what nayeon had to say, but she didn't look unhappy either. she was frowning just like she did when she was angry, and had her arms crossed. unfortunately, nayeon didn't know how to explain what she wanted in a better way.

"i-i'll be away for two weeks, hyo... i just want to have something to remind me of you when i'm touring. i even bought a new toy for us to try out!" nayeon tries to sound serious but it comes out more like a blabber, and jihyo looks at her with a straight face that makes her shiver.

being clearly more mature than her girlfriend, despite their two year age gap where jihyo is the youngest, jihyo thinks about the possible consequences to nayeon's wish.

"aren't you worried about it leaking? what if someone finds the video and posts it online? nayeon, we need to be careful with those things." she says it softly, sighing because suddenly the idea of getting recorded while nayeon went down on her sounded way too appealing.

"i won't have it on my phone!" nayeon is quick to reply. "nor the computer. i bought a camera for this, and the video is staying there. it'll be even less likely to leak, you can trust me on that," she says, then clears her throat, knowing that if she showed jihyo the other item that she'd bought, maybe the younger would change her mind. "wait, i'll show you the toy."

before jihyo gets a say, nayeon gets up from the bed and runs towards her wardrobe, getting a box from there and then placing it on the bed. jihyo gets curious, sitting on her knees as she watches nayeon untie the ribbon on it, in order to open the box.

"i thought about giving it to you as a gift," nayeon says, taking the toy from the box. "it's why it's baby blue! so you'll think of me when i'm not here!"

jihyo wants to slap her own face when she sees nayeon holding a dildo while acting as if that was just a regular gift. nayeon smiled like a cute bunny, and jihyo didn't have the heart to find it ridiculous. instead, she found it precious. it doesn't even look like nayeon is the same person she calls daddy and makes her see stars in bed, but jihyo was used to that contrast already.

"is that a..." jihyo's eyes widens when she realizes there's a bump at the base of the toy. "is that a knot?"

nayeon nods. "it is! i thought you would like to... you know... get knotted by daddy."

instead of slapping nayeon anywhere her hands can reach, because nayeon does sounds ridiculous now, jihyo blushes at the dirty thought of getting that thing inside of her. all of it. it looked bigger than the biggest toy they owned before, and jihyo didn't know if she'd be able to get it in deep enough for the knot to fit, but she was definitely going to give it a try.

if it is a challenge, then jihyo won't say no.

"okay." jihyo says, taking nayeon by surprise when she seemingly agrees to indulge her.

"really, baby? can i record us?" nayeon asks, and if she had a tail it would be wagging fast at that point.

jihyo nods. "okay."

it's all jihyo says, and nayeon takes it as a permission to go get the camera. she places the box somewhere else and sets the camera in a place where it would get the bed in a good angle, where she was sure they would appear clearly and nicely.

as nayeon knew that the new toy was considerably thicker and lengthier than what jihyo was used to taking, and that jihyo always wanted to start with fingers first (it was the better way to stretch and get jihyo wet enough), she helped jihyo take her clothes off and went straight to her favorite place, eagerly placing kisses across the valley of jihyo's breasts.

that was truly what nayeon loved the most. watching as jihyo lost composure and became a person no one but her knew about was delightful in many ways, even more so when the younger was already writhing at the slightest touch on her tits — nayeon found it endearing even, and she couldn't help but get wet with the fact that the same girl who was making her quiver in fear just minutes ago when she looked slightly angry, was now calling her daddy as she sneaked a finger inside of her dripping pussy.

jihyo was stiff at first, she couldn't help but be extremely conscious at the fact that they were being recorded. not only could that video leak, but if nayeon wanted to watch it when she wasn't supposed to and any of her band mates saw jihyo as that whimpering mess, entirely submissive to nayeon (or, as jihyo herself calls, daddy), she'd dig her own grave and bury herself alive.

nayeon seems to notice it and she stops, keeping her finger in jihyo but taking her mouth off her nipple. "relax, babygirl. what's going on? do you want to stop?"

jihyo shakes her head. "it's okay. one more finger, please."

nayeon complies, sliding another finger in her slick entrance, placing a kiss on jihyo's neck. "if you want to stop at any point, tell me and i'll stop recording..."

"no, it's alright. i want to give you something to remind of me when you're away, too. just promise me you won't show it to anybody. and that you'll be careful with that camera." jihyo says while looking into nayeon's eyes. she trusted her, obviously, but she wanted nayeon to give her reassurance.

"of course i promise," nayeon pecks her lips softly. "i'd never let anybody watch my girl getting fucked."

jihyo sighs and pouts. "there you go ruining the moment."

nayeon smiles and kisses her pout before she dives back into her tits. nayeon could never get satisfied, latching on jihyo's nipples hungrily as she thrusts her fingers in and out, feeling proud when jihyo moans and her narrow walls tightens around her fingers, knowing she was doing a great job.

without pulling her fingers out, nayeon inches away from jihyo's breasts, placing gentle kisses over her tummy and then her thighs, then looks up at jihyo as her mouth finally went to where jihyo needed. nayeon was way better than jihyo had originally thought — her ego was too big and jihyo thought she was all bark no bite, but then she found out about how talented nayeon was in bed and everything changed.

jihyo's back arched, closing her eyes tightly when nayeon kisses her just right in her most sensitive spot, she was already too sensitive and they hadn't even gotten the toy yet. all it took was nayeon's command for jihyo to come and the younger's thighs were suddenly trying to close, despite nayeon's head being right there to prevent that from happening.

"there you go, babygirl. did that feel good?" nayeon asks, placing a kiss over jihyo's tummy.

jihyo hums. "more than good." she touches nayeon's face and brings it closer, letting her hands on nayeon's cheeks as she kisses her deeply. "i'm ready now, daddy. give it to me."

nayeon nods, almost eagerly, taking her fingers out and sucking them dry as jihyo watches. she takes the strap, placing the new toy where the dildo should go, and jihyo flushes at the thought of really taking it all. the reality finally hits her and she finds it too big. perhaps her need to win had taken her too far this time, and maybe she should give up. but then she saw nayeon happily lubing it up and she didn't have the heart to tell nayeon that she was chickening out.

jihyo took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was no coward.

"i'll go slow." nayeon reassures, placing the bottle of lube at the nightstand where she could grab easily if needed, although jihyo was wet enough by herself and the amount she'd spread across the shaft should work just fine.

"you better," jihyo hisses, letting nayeon settle between her thighs.

"feisty kitten." nayeon coos. "i should get you ears and a tail when i come back. you'd make a pretty kitty."

nayeon is such a sweet talker that jihyo almost doesn't feel the tip of the toy sliding inside of her. almost, because it's impossible to ignore it when it was that big, and the first reaction she has is to sink her nails in nayeon's shoulders, making the aspiring rockstar whimper at the stinging pain.

"this is too big... i can't," jihyo whines, part of her enjoying the intense stretch, but she also felt pain. nayeon lets jihyo discount the pain on her shoulders, moaning at the way the harness brushes against her own clit, pushing it further in despite jihyo's disbelief in herself. "daddy!"

"it's already halfway in, babygirl. you look so pretty," nayeon inches closer, brushing their lips together before she takes jihyo's lips in hers briefly. "even prettier when stretched around my cock."

the sensation of pain jihyo feels at first becomes more bearable and she starts to enjoy it. nayeon doesn't try to sink deeper, keeping short and slow thrusts that makes jihyo moan huskily against her lips, until she feels jihyo's legs wrapping around her waist as a sign that she should keep going and stuff her more.

"want more," jihyo asks, almost pleads, feeling vulnerable at nayeon's mercy. "think i can take it."

"of course you can. my pretty girl can take anything i give her." nayeon praises, moving her hips forward tentatively and reaching deeper, watching closely as jihyo's eyes start to water. "crybaby."

"faster!" jihyo asks, hands getting lost on nayeon's back.

nayeon doesn't refrain from putting more effort behind her thrusts, she knew just how jihyo liked it — intense and rough. slow and passionate could wait for some other time, because all jihyo wanted was to keep getting more of that shaft inside of her and nayeon complied, loving the way jihyo cried out whenever she pushed in deeper, until jihyo could feel the bump at the base of the shaft prodding at her entrance. the same one she'd seen earlier.

the feeling made her legs tremble, finally acknowledging that she had managed to take the entire shaft inside of her. jihyo even dared to take a look between them, cheeks getting red when she noticed the slight elevation on her tummy. that toy was that thick and jihyo took it proudly.

jihyo started to love the way it stretched her sooner than nayeon would've thought. it was intense and left jihyo breathless, but she kept wanting more. nayeon was evidently more than happy to give her anything she asked, holding jihyo's waist with both hands as she sped up, almost drooling at the sight of her girlfriend's pussy being greedily stretched by the toy, wanting to know what would be jihyo's reaction if she slipped that knot in.

it was certainly tempting and nayeon would love to see her messy girl cry and struggle to take it, but she wouldn't do anything jihyo didn't want. yet it seemed as if jihyo had read nayeon's mind, tapping nayeon's big hands that secured her hips, asking for her attention.

"i want you to push it inside me." jihyo asks, needy and all flushed, making nayeon slow her thrusts down. jihyo whines at the lost of pace, walls clamping around the thick shaft, one of her hands slipping between them so she could rub her swollen clit.

"ask politely." nayeon says, almost growls, feeling as if she was losing her sanity by seeing jihyo trying to fuck herself on the very same shaft she had thought she wouldn't be able to take.

looking up at nayeon with her eyes dark with lust, jihyo licks her lips, knowing exactly what she should say to absolutely break nayeon.

"please knot me, daddy."

"fuck." it's all nayeon says before she takes off, kissing jihyo deeply as she speeds up.

jihyo doesn't have to wait much, gladly, because nayeon forces the knot in soon enough, and it makes her moan loudly.

she cries, her cheeks get wet from the painful stretch but it feels better than anything she'd ever experienced, guiding her into a strong orgasm that makes her sob into nayeon's neck. she stops rubbing her clit and hugs nayeon as she comes down from the edge, nayeon's sweet words muttered close to her ear helping her get back to normal.

"are you alright, hyo?" nayeon asks softly, pressing kisses down jihyo's shoulder.

jihyo lets go of nayeon and lays limp on the bed, regaining her strengths ever so slowly. she can't answer with words, so instead she nods.

"can't even speak, huh?" nayeon coos, moving away so she could gaze at her well done work. "just one time won't be enough, though. it's two weeks that i'll be away. you better get ready, hyo."

jihyo can only shudder when she feels nayeon nibbling at her neck.

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #rockstar au #fill #i'm nahyocentric atp

[your-garden-rose]

How do you think the obey me characters would react to a mc who throws out of Pocket insults at literally everyone at any given time?💀 Like they just say the most random and funniest shit, even in inappropriate situations.

A/n: Bro I’m literally gagging at this ask- imagine you seeing this human yelling the most outta pocket insults at you which you don’t understand- Also, I’m sorry that I answered this late! I hope this is to your liking darling ✨

Did we order the wrong human…?

Lucifer:

Bro this old man won’t understand even a little word out of all the insults you utter in front of him. But if it’s actually funny, he may stifle in a laugh, due to his pride you know.

He’s always reprimanding you tho, he does need you to be a model student for representing RAD and Diavolo… but seeing the prince join in your antics too… give this man a break plz

However, if your insults are directed at him, expect him to give you the most menacing smirk you’ve ever seen. But be warned, you asked for your own consequences ☺️

“Ah, did you just say that I look like a wrinkly old man?… I see. I hope you won’t mind your punishment since you asked for this one Mc.”

Mammon:

I feel like he would actually catch up on your insults pretty fast and will join in with you to insult the poor soul.

Y’all both are always running from Lucifer due to the amount of times you both get in trouble for your insults. Y’all are this man’s literal headache.

If you do insult him, be prepared for a pouty Mammon for the rest of the day, it’s a cute sight honestly, for you that is.

“H-hey Mc? Why’d ya insult me? I-I’m not sad!”

Leviathan:

Look, he may be introverted, but we all know this man’s immaculate knowledge of all the terms and slangs that you use.

So he’s already on the floor laughing his ass out listening to you insult everyone over the mic when y’all are gaming. He can’t help it ya know? You your insults are just that perfect!

Just know that of you do insult this man, he will melt into a puddle of “I knew it” and “they never liked me” and “I’m just a worthless otaku”s

“I-I’m sorry, m-Mc.. I’m just a worthless otaku aren’t I?!”

Satan:

All those books on humans didn’t prepare him for this- Mc. Are you sure you’re alright? Why are you blabbering random words at random demons?

You gotta explain some of your insults to him though, you know, cause why not? It’s fun looking at him trying to understand your colourful vocabulary fr

If you do insult him however, he’s gonna be amused, his anger depends on what you called him and the intensity of it. He’ll never take it out on you though <33

“Mc… did you just insult me? Knowing that I’m the avatar of wrath? You sure are a strong human”

Asmodeus:

Mc… what are those words you uttered again? They sure did make him laugh, it’s worth it you know, making him laugh with your funny insults

He is 100% gonna hype you up every time you insult someone, cause your insults are that funny silly! Plus he’s in love with you

If you do insult him though, be prepared for a pouty demon on your back for a while. Really, he just wants your attention, and love 💕

“Mccc! Honey! What did you call me that for…”

Beezlebub:

Our precious himbo might not understand some of your insults so you may have to explain some to him.

He does find them funny! It’s just that he wants to make sure you are safe when you insult other demons. He’s always behind you as a strong protector <33

If you do insult him then expect a “sorry” with a puppy face from him. It’s really difficult trying to stay mad at him fr

“Sorry… if I did something wrong to you mc…”

Belphegor:

He’s having the time of his life having you around. That’s it. He’s a giggling little shit when next to you.

Bro will def hype you up if you are going off on someone. Bonus if it’s Lucifer. He’s also always glaring at the person you insulting at as a form of protecting you <33

If you do insult him, he’s gonna roll his eyes and act like it doesn’t bother him, but we all know, deep down this man is feeling bad for setting you off on him.

“Hmm? I don’t really care you know? You sure do sound funny though”

#obey me x mc #answers #𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 ❣︎

[fanfoolishness]

Rewatching Chapter 18 of The Mandalorian, “The Mines of Mandalore”, and blabbering away incoherently!

Ooh, we got the Ship o haj Mandalorians theme in the recap! That song fucking slaps.

Peli didn’t replace her tooth, and I love it

Oh Peli, never change your Jawa-loving ways

“No complaints” = HIGH praise from this guy

She’s so proud of him!

Grogu is GOING TO TALK THIS SEASON, he is! Peli called it

Not only is R5 scared of going to Mandalore, so is the gonk droid in the background who slowly is backing away during this conversation

Din: “let’s go on an adventure!” Grogu: “dad there are fireworks RIGHT HERE”

I love absolutely everything about Din explaining Mandalore to Grogu. Admitting he’s never been there either? My freaking heart. “Our people”? Crying forever

Man people really do need to give R5 a rest, he’s doing what he can okay

I love the spookiness of Mandalore and the tense music. The whole place is unsettling, from the glassed surface to the bad weather to the deserted feels

I like that the helmet does have pressurization capability! Stuff I had headcanoned as being correct is coming to life.

Grogu really is talking a lot more with more sentence like structure. What is his first word gonna be???

Din is struggling even worse with the Darksaber than he was in Book of Boba Fett. Why? I love it. I am so excited to see what the narrative tells us about it! It’s interesting because the Armorer said he couldn’t use it while his mind was conflicted… yet Din probably thinks his mind is as clear as it’s been a long time. He’s on a mission to redeem himself in the mines. He has Grogu back with him once more. What could he be conflicted about now? (Unless he’s secretly got a religious crisis brewing in his head in which case I am HERE. FOR. THAT.)

CRAB

POISON CRAB

Does it just eat Mandalorians? Is it a former Mandalorian who could only survive the glassing in this giant droid carapace, like a Mandalorian Big Daddy?

Grogu’s going to be an ace pilot some day, isn’t he?? <3

Poor Bo. Fell asleep in her throne room again. Her blanket looks cozy though.

Bo about to march out there like “get the FUCK off my lawn” and then being very surprised

Poor Bo again, having to see the ruin of her planet :( why does this keep happening to Star Wars women! Leia, Cara, Bo…. I’m loving her so far this season. She does bitter and wounded so well!

I love that Bo is actually building Grogu up! Telling him he’s good with the Force <3 <3 <3

Damn Bo, look at these mad skills!

First person to call Din Grogu’s dad? Now he just needs to do it himself!

Bo has serious Darksaber skilllllllz, will she be his teacher this season?

I also love that this season they have finally leaned into Din having a name. Will it ever be as recognizable as Boba Fett or Han Solo to the casual fan? I’m not sure, but I’m happy they’re doing it. It would start to get pretty weird, I guess, to have everyone call him Mando in a season with 100 Mandalorians.

“Your kid” <3 Aww complimenting Grogu.

Getting serious Deep Road vibes here and I love it.

No pog soup? There’s something important here and I’m not sure either of them realizes it. Maybe Din realizes he really was raised strangely when he thinks about it. Maybe Bo realizes Din isn't just weird, he's genuinely missing a lot of vital information/it was deliberately kept from him.

The way Din was overwhelmed with emotion hearing about Bo-Katan’s father’s sacrifice. Don’t get any ideas, Din.

Interpretative sign, hell yeah!

Din is so reverent. Even Bo-Katan’s like, “shit, dude’s going through it.”

Mythosaur tried to eat him, right? How else could he have sank that quickly?

Mythosauuuuuuuurrrrr!!!! So cool and just the perfect amount of mystery!

BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Awww man, Joseph Shirley took over the score from Ludwig Goransson? It says musical themes by Goransson, but score by Shirley, in the credits. Joseph Shirley did Book of Boba Fett and while I liked some of those songs a lot (Faster Than a Fauthier is a delight) I could do with out all the “Boba FETT!!!” choruses. Hoping this does not bode ill, I loved the first 2 seasons’ score so much and listen to it regularly.

Very excited for next week now! And genuinely having no idea what’s next since Din skipped the side quests and went straight to advancing the story.

#the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #the mines of mandalore #the mines of mandalore spoilers #din djarin #bo katan kryze #grogu #grogu djarin #clan of two #text post #long post

[daquila]

Goodnight || Gojo x Reader

just him bothering you as you do some late night paperwork in the school

i never proofread so uhm ….

“ Our love was written within the stars, Y/N. We were destined to be! “ Satoru said, making kissy-lips as he held me closer.

I held one hand against his face as I pushed him away, hoping to get more work done. Principal Yaga wanted me to finish some more papers than usual, because some white-haired sorcerer has been slacking off!

The sorcerer grabbed my chair, spun me around, and taunted my lack of motivation to stop him. I swear to god— if he doesn’t stop, I’ll seriously throw him out of the window!

“ Look at you! Spinning around when you could be snuggling with me in bed, “ he complained.

“ Why don’t you snuggle-cuddle-wuggle your cutie patootie! Hold me fondly! I’m your wife! “ Satoru continued, pouting at my silence. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to finish the last of my papers. There were only two more assignments to grade: one written by Yuji, the other by Megumi.

The test was for the kids to write a paper about their recent missions. I asked them to describe their techniques, assigned curse spirits, and the amount of curse energy they were using.

Yuji clearly misunderstood the assignment. I flipped to the next page, which was composed of random doodles. The student literally made a comic of his mission. Satoru blabbered about how I should’ve given a perfect mark as I reached for Megumi’s paper.

After I finished grading and fixing the papers, I quickly got up to grab my bag. Satoru’s eyes shot right at me as he followed me around like a puppy.

“ I looooovvveeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu, “ echoed in the school’s hallway as we walked towards our shared car. He quickly opens the door for me and hops into the driver’s seat, eager to get home.

My eyes flutter as I slowly succumb into a deep sleep. Before he could say a thing, he looked over at my direction, eager to strike another conversation. He did, however, realize that I’m on the verge of falling asleep. The sorcerer places a quick peck on my cheek as he silently whispers a “ goodnight. “

Maybe this is his sign to shut up and let you rest. After all, today has been rough. Thankfully, there’s no work for the both of you tomorrow! Satoru would surely treat you like a princess. It’s his way of saying an “ I love you. “

[diamondheart22]

Bore, Bored, All boarded up.

There is a particular sadness about moving. I begrudgingly moved out of my first Los Angeles apartment over the weekend. Actually it was bittersweet. I discovered that I feel most home in California for whatever reason. Does everything have to have a reason, anyhow?There is a particular sadness about a lot of things really….babies with cancer, neglected dogs, dead grass, war… it is important to remember that sadness is not a visitor. It is always there. We are the visitors.

I think that human suffering is really not that complicated or interesting. It is sort of all the same. After Lori Laughlin’s daughter had that big college scandal she made a tik tok about drowning. Whether the weatha’ is you’re 30 feet under or 33,000 feet under.. it is all drowning. The human experience has not changed much ever really and the emotion wheel, like the color wheel.. spins static.

Wheels, wheels, the wheels on the bus go round and round and I have discovered the perfect sleepy time cocktail: 200mg of magnesium glycinate and 100-300mg of L-Theanine. This will not cause any funky dreams and it will not leave you feeling hungover in the morning. My English is so improper, but I am not in the habit of following the rules….. especially not syntax ones.

In other news, I am about to finish another “stupid,” “dumb or maybe just happy” romance novel. There is something about the hot sand and eternal Florida sunshine that makes me want to read books with cartoon character lover covers. The tropes are overdone and every book ends the same way.. they end up together. I am a sucker for the arc; the point of ritual death and inevitable resurrection is some sort of crack to me and Lord knows I definitely cannot and should not ever do crack.

I get so bored at night here. My room is always very neat and my to do list and gullet very to-done by around 7:30pm and I have to find ways to entertain myself until my eventual descent into play-dead time which is around 10:30-11pm. I have to write a 10 paragraph essay this week for my meditation teacher and I’ve yet to begin so I suppose I could work on that instead, but I have a lot of hang-ups with starting essays. I have to be in the right place at the right time with the right tools and the right amount of caffeine. It also helps if the flags are at mast-height of my choosing, the drift is perfect, and the smell of the air is crisper than Mizz. Granny Smith on my lips. Once I begin the words sort of just fall out of me, but I have a hard time with the whole business of beginning. Instead I am checking my email a lot and trying to not think about people who have me blocked on instagram. Are they ok? I am “literally harmless.” I am doing things like writing “drink 128 oz of water” on my to-do lists because it is fun to check boxes off a list. I am also making collages. I am not a scrapbooker.. I am a “mixed media artist.”

I got a new pen from the Paper Source in that one ritzy Marina Del Rey plaza with fountains. It has a smiling green cat on the top and it’s tail is the mechanism that retracts the ball point.. this is very adorable to me. I read something recently that said all writers sound the same now and that made me upset. Do all writers get as excited as I do about new adorable writing utensils? Do I sound like all writers? Whatever. I literally could not care less. That is something people often say incorrectly. “I could care less.” And they really mean they could NOT care less although I suppose they really always could care less.. so perhaps I am just wrong about everything and I do sound the same as “all writers.” Did any of that blabber make sense? What is making sense? What is sense? Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, toes.. in the sand and in my mouth yesterday please but only if I say so.

I am listening to a lot of indie music that all sounds vaguely similar. It is kind of sedating which is good for me and my beans right now. I like lyrics that do not mean anything or if they do you really cannot make it out. Like the sort of avant-grade fragmentary essays that get picked up by literary magazines… bonus points if accompanied by contemporary art that also makes no sense. Am I too basic and stupid to be into that sort of stuff? It all just feels like its trying so hard to look like it is not trying. I just know that someone slaved over it and it comes together looking like a mismatched, very overpriced sheet set… Egyptian thread count 6666. This here is actually Italian thread count 333… salmon colored (scary) and a little bit scratchy.. but endearing and like.. too delicate to put in a dryer…also… stained. I love a fudged up sentence with too many ellipsis. I just love dots omg.

I love you and I always mean it.

Best,

Jill

[hamspenalty]

max/daniel. 565 words.

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When Daniel skates off the ice, he can feel the throbbing of his split lip from getting high-sticked in the mouth. The adrenaline of the win has finally worn off, leaving him tired and in need of a shower. He showers just enough to get the sweat off of him, but he’s not at all thorough. He and Max get dressed efficiently, on different sides of the locker room.

Daniel with Lewis, Michael, some other kids he’s known since juniors, and Max with Lando, who seems to be blabbering his ear off about something. Daniel winks when they make eye contact, and Max lowers his gaze, cheeks blazing.

They walk back to the dorms in comfortable silence, the cold sneaking under their coats and wrapping around their necks, even with their shoulders drawn all the way up. “Did you ice your split lip?” Max asks, and Daniel twists his mouth to the side, shakes his head, forgetting about the pain for a second. And then he remembers, when blood comes to the surface, copper filling his mouth and dripping down his chin.

“Jesus, Daniel,” Max says, the way his mom would when he was in high school and made a stupid play, one that could’ve taken his shoulder out, ruining his chances of a scholarship. They stop right in the middle of the quad, Max gently wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his coat. “I forgot,” he says, voice muffled by Max holding on the lower half of his face.

“You are very stupid, you know that?” Max asks, voice fond, and Daniel smiles, though he knows it’ll worsen the bleeding. “Only when it comes to you.”

Max shakes his head, takes Daniel’s hand and puts it in place of his own. “Hold it until we get to my dorm. I have something.” Daniel continues to joke even when his voice is basically muffled, the sound of Max’s laughter warming him up, even in the cold.

When they finally get to Max’s dorm, his roommate is nowhere to be seen, probably spending the night at his girlfriend’s house. Max sits him down at his desk, and Daniel sits down obediently after taking his coat off, watching as Max rifles through his mini fridge. He gets up when he finds what he was looking for; a snap ice pack. He breaks it in half, placing it on Daniel’s lower lip, soothing the throbbing that he’s felt for over an hour now.

“Hold it,” Max instructs, and Daniel nods, watching Max rids himself of his coat and shoes, taking his sweatpants off, leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt. He unabashedly roves over Max’s perfect body, his wide chest and thick thighs.

Max takes the ice pack off after some indiscernible amount of time, and places a cloth to Daniel’s mouth, blotting at it gently. Daniel takes the time to look at Max’s mouth, his fat lower lip. Daniel grabs Max’s wrist, stopping his movements. “Daniel, what are you doing?”

Daniel leans in and kisses Max; gently, so his lip doesn’t start bleeding again; and Max kisses him back, slow and gentle. Daniel breaks the kiss off with a smile, “Okay, you can go back to what you were doing.”

Max shakes his head with a grin, his cheeks blazing red as he put a bandaid on Daniel’s lip, and kisses it for good luck.

#repost from my old blog 🫠 #maxiel #my ficlet #hockey au

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Wrote this for all you lovely Cobra Kai fans here on Tumblr (if you are reading this, hello, happy holidays, this is for you! 😊❤) Johnny's Christmas miracle in '83 (Gen, no warnings except for Sid being his usual shitty self)

It's been on Johnny's mind all week. Sensei Kreese's offhand remark about not having any Christmas plans. Johnny can't help but feel bad for him, which is stupid because Sensei probably enjoys time to himself, where he can do whatever he feels like. But still, even at their lowest, dirt-poor point, his mom and him have always been able to celebrate Christmas together and make something special out of it. He thinks Kreese deserves something like that too.

A light bulb goes off in his head. The idea fills him with equal amounts of restless anxiety and excitement. He agonizes about the right way to ask his mom and Sid. (Let's be real, it's still Sid's house and he's the one who makes all the final decisions around here. It's already a miracle that he allows them their 'silly little tradition'.) At the same time he tries not to think about the very real possibility that Kreese will turn down his offer in the end anyway.

The next day, when Sid returns from the country club in one of his rare good moods, Johnny decides that the timing is as perfect as it will ever be. During dinner he fidgets in his chair until he finds to courage to ask for what he wants.

"Mom? Sensei Kreese said he'll be all alone at Christmas, and well, I was just wondering, wouldn't it be nice to invite him to Christmas dinner? If it's okay with you and Sid," he blurts out.

"Christmas dinner with your karate teacher? Hah, that's the stupidest thing I've heard from you yet."

His mom, bless her, tries to counter Sid's mocking words.

"I think it's sweet of you honey, that you don't want Mr. Kreese to be alone during the holidays."

Sid grumbles and is probably about to cancel the whole thing just to spite them, but Johnny prepared for this.

"What about a Christmas lunch instead? That way he won't stay for very long."

He can hardly believe his ears when, after a pleading look from Laura, Sid says, "Fine, he can come over for a quick luncheon. We'll see what he has to say about you and if he agrees that your karate lessons are a waste of money."

Johnny is so excited he barely registers the threatening second sentence.

Though when he tells Kreese about it the following day, he is so fully convinced his offer is about to be rejected—already thinking about having to face his stepdad's ridicule when he tells him the lunch is off—that when Kreese accepts the invitation with a bemused look on his face his first reaction is a "Huh?"

He quickly recovers, beaming up at his Sensei and shoving a nervously crumpled piece of paper into his hands. "Okay, great! Lunch is served at 1 PM. Here's the address, it's easy to find. See you then!"

The day of the lunch has arrived, and Johnny has already checked his hair, outfit and decorations a million times. Just like his commitment, movements and performance in the dojo, everything has to be perfect. The doorbell chimes right when he gets sent out of the kitchen for hovering. He walks to the door as quickly as he can without messing up his hair or making him seem out of breath.

It's still weird seeing Kreese in anything but a gi, he'll never get used to the sight. And these are definitely the nicest-looking clothes he's ever seen his Sensei wearing. Not overly formal, and Sid will probably think Kreese didn't make an effort, but Johnny can tell that he did.

The lunch is slightly awkward but nice, with Johnny providing entertainment by blabbering excitedly about anything and everything, his eyes bright and fixated on their visitor. Whenever Johnny has to pause to take a breath, Laura asks Kreese polite questions. Everything is going smoothly.

Leave it to Sid to find a way to ruin it.

To be fair, Johnny gestures wildly during one of his tales and knocks over his glass of water. Sid is quick to scold him for it, starting a tirade about how Johnny is good for nothing, always making messes, always screwing around and making a fool of himself.

Johnny can feel himself shrink with every word coming out of Sid's mouth. He stares at the festive table cloth. Usually he would have teared up by now, but the presence of his Sensei at least ensures that his eyes remain dry. Anger and shame well up inside him in lieu of the usual misery. Before he has time to decide how he's going to react to Sid's scorn, Kreese speaks up in a voice he usually reserves for his students.

"You and I have a very different view of Johnny, Mr. Weinberg. He's my best student, and recently became the first ever two-time back-to-back All Valley Under 18 Karate Champion, all without losing a single point. But I guess Johnny only excels under the right kind of guidance, so of course you wouldn't know what the boy is capable of."

Sid silently seethes during the remainder of the lunch, and even though Johnny knows what to expect once Kreese leaves, he still glows warm inside, like being near a bonfire. At the end of the lunch his cheeks hurt from smiling.

#hope y'all like this! ❤ #(if anyone even sees this...) #it's my way of showing my appreciation for this lovely and fun fandom during the holidays 😊 #(since Secret Santas are too stressful for me 🙈) #dining writes #johnny lawrence #john kreese #laura lawrence #sid weinberg #the karate kid #cobra kai

[justlookatthosesausages]

Inktober 2022 day 18 🩹 "Scrape"

[OUAT!Frozen AU in which Frohana stays longer in Storybrooke]

Emma handed Anna a luminous rectangle, with a lot of squares of different colors on it.

"So... this is a phone." Announced the sheriff with a smile.

"Ohh, right, the magic mirrors." Smiled the princess. "Elsa told me about them. Well, she used another term, but that's how she called them when she explained."

Emma blabbered next to her, unsure what to say, and Regina chuckled at the counter on Anna's other side. "They're quite like magic mirrors indeed." Admitted the mayor.

If the curse didn't bring her Regina Mills personality all at once with her knowledge of modern technology, this is definitely how she would have felt when handling them for the first time.

"You can use it to call or write to Elsa and me and Regina." Said Emma. "I also put the others' numbers in it. Grumpy gave us a lot of sim cards, he's really nice for once."

She saw Anna getting lost again, despite her natural positivity. "Uhm... You can write texts, which are like... Small letters, and they're instantly sent and received by the other."

"Okay." Nodded Anna, adding this to her mental notes.

Right when she was about to ask what all the squares corresponded to, the bell of the dinner's door tingled behind her.

"We're back! Gosh, she seashore is beautiful." Grinned Elsa when she entered, delighted that Henry gave her a tour after they went shopping. Her happiness increased at the sight of Anna who was seating at the counter, and she beamed when the redhead turned and met her eyes.

"I brought new clothes." Smiled Elsa.

Since Anna arrived in town with wet clothes in which she literally spent 30 years, the elder had insisted for her to change. She was holding a ridiculous amount of bags, with different types of tops, pants, shoes and coats.

Kristoff widened his eyes when he saw the numerous articles of clothing that she put on one of the dinner's tables. "H-how did you buy for all of this? I mean, sure, you're royalty, but here..."

"Don't worry about it." Assured Henry, like he was the most responsible of the group despite literally being the youngest. "When the portal door will be done, she promised to make a quick trip to give the sellers the currency equivalent in gold. They've all looked super happy about the idea; most of them were mining dwarves like Grumpy, and they kinda missed gold."

Several pair of eyes blinked in astonishment and confusion after his explanation, but they ended up rolling with it. Their town was unique and fantasy crazy anyway, crossing many tales characters from many different realms, and being in a way forced to use the dollar as currency was absurd.

The sisters were already at it, giggling in excitement to see this world's fashion and trying them. They went at the angle of the corridor at the end of the room next to the jukebox to have a bit of privacy.

"You've got to try this one." Advised Elsa right away, showing a top she picked to suit Anna's colors. The latter gasped in joy. "And this one. And that one."

The redhead grinned at her elder's happiness, and while she tried several outfits on, Elsa walked back to the bags and came again with new articles. "I got you boots too. The sizes are different here, I hope they will fit."

"I trust you." Smiled Anna. She then frowned when she saw the shoes. "Wait... They don't have heels."

The Queen frowned. "...And?"

"Did you get me men boots?" Chuckled Anna.

Elsa had a sly smile. "No, those are women boots. In fact, gender doesn't really matter."

Now the princess was confused. But her expression was replaced by admiration. "Women can wear what they want here?"

The Queen nodded with joy, and her sister let out a happy giggle.

Time passed, until Anna found a perfect outfit. While she tried them out, Elsa realized that there was something dark red on her skin. "What is that?"

"What?" Frowned Anna, and she followed her stare. "Oh, that..."

"Did you scrape yourself?"

The princess had a sad wince. "Yeah, in the trunk when we arrived with Kristoff. I tried so hard to open it... Don't look at me like that, you would have done the same."

Elsa erased her worried expression to replace it with a sigh and a tease. "No, I would have used magic."

Anna smiled at her change of tone. "Of course you would have, you extra. Come onnn, you're too happy to hang with me again to actually be mad at me."

"That's true, but what's also true is that I'm not letting you go out of here without a bandage."

She looked over to Granny, who was helping Kristoff with pie.

"May I ask, do you have a medicinal kit, by any chance?"

The owner blinked for a moment. "I think we have band-aids somewhere... And there's an ICD over there, if you need it. By the way, Regina, this is an ugly item to display in a dinner, I hope you're aware."

The mayor rolled her eyes. "Stop with that. It's the rules."

"We're not obliged to follow the state rules. We're a town of magical people."

She had a point, but Regina refused to make her think she was right, and simply drank her coffee in silence.

Granny was about to go to the box of band-aids, but eyed the Queen from where she was, since she had no idea what it was for.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"The what now?" Blinked the blonde.

"Hospital. It's uh..." Thought Granny for a moment, thinking of how she would have called it back in her world. "A place with a lot of practicians, specialists, and it has very high hygiene to avoid infections."

The idea sounded amazing to Elsa's ears. She gasped happily, knowing it was perfect to heal her sister. "We need to go there! Can you drive us there?"

"Uh... Sure. Ruby, do you mind?"

"Not at all." Smiled her granddaughter next to her, and Anna rolled her eyes when she saw everyone moving to help her.

"You're lucky that I actually want to know how those cars work, because you're ridiculous." Sighed the redhead.

Elsa grinned next to her.

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