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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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ommggg i read let me down easy today and i kept re-reading it bc its TOO GOOD AHH !!🦅🦅

it hurt so much but im a whore for angst first, and a human second🫶

just thinking about the reader suffering in silence because she feels guilty for having any negative feelings towards finnick :(( the way she dismisses those feelings bc she thinks that whatever she’s going through is nothing compared to what he’s been through :((

also thinking abt finnick’s slow realization that she’s suffering because of him :(( like the incident at the market is when he began to notice the changes :(( and later when he fully understands how his behavior affected her IT MESSES HIM UP SO BAD

i just know he was remembering his past interactions with reader (where she breaks the glass / when she rejected his money at the pearl necklace stand) AND CRINGING …and it only gets worse when reader spills her guts about what she went through. omg ik he was sick.

another #thougjt i had was how this might mess up the reader for a bit after too #idk (that just might be me tho lmaoo) bc i feel like once you’ve been in that cycle of feeling depressed/insecure for so long it’s hard to snap out of, even with constant reassurance 😔

But maybe that’s just my angsty side talking HAHA

but i loved this fic, 11/10🫶

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omg yes, literally my favorite thing I've ever written. ik I wrote it, but it's the only thing of mine I reread bc it's like the perfect expression of how I feel, like if I could represent myself in one fic it would be that one if that makes any sense. it's like a concept that always haunts my mind no matter what I'm hyperfixating on maybe because I'm just like melancholy like that 🎀🎀🎀

but thank you so much, I'm literally so glad people are enjoying it because it literally is my own roman empire

yes she wants to be angry, she is angry, but refuses to let herself be because his issues are what she needs to prioritize. how can she be angry when he is constantly suffering? even if it's not so slowly tearing her apart, like a piece of paper sitting in water, she's trying to stay connected for the illusion of it all, to be strong for him.

her being loving isn't new to him, so he isn't thrown off by that, only slightly confused by her waking up earlier then usual. so her gifts have little bearing when he's used to it and he really doesn't want to feel loved right now because he's trying to reject whatever will make him seek comfort. when she starts changing her clothes and makeup, it's different, but he's not responsive because she's always been his pretty girl and always will be, her buying new clothes doesn't make him perceive her any differently or wonder if there's a reason, people try out new things.

when he notices how other peoples interactions with her have changed that's when he really starts to notice, if everyone else perceives her as melancholy then something has to be wrong. even if he's not quick to point the finger back to himself. he tries gifts, maybe she wouldn't buy something because she wanted him to do it, some sort of attention, but it's not big enough part of the issue to have any bearing on the effects it's now had on her. the girl rotting depression era shall we say. eventually through that, what people say to him, self-reflection he gains full consciousness of what he's been doing, how he's been hurting the person he loves so much. and the guilt is incomprehendable.

how could he be so selfish? so closed off as not to process all the clear cries for help? thinking about how he was getting annoyed, feeling like she was being moody when she insisted on doing the dishes until the dish broke. how she ran out into the ocean, in the rain without a care to regain some sense of composure, composure to try and make him happy. then the necklace thing, how could he miss her clearly trying just to be with him, be near him, have the interactions with him that he was giving to the girl at the shop instead? he was so unresponsive to the emotional needs he just assumed it to be a material need that he was willing to give. so when she rejects the money it just doesn't compute, to buy it she needs it, and then she tries to send the message that buying something isn't what she's asking for but he misses it completely. he gets snappy and it snaps her.

so when he's finally talking to her, he needs her to tell him the truth, the nuances because he's been so blind to all of it. he needs to know how he hurt her and it really is like a full wake up call. he can't let his own trauma consume him, allowing it to traumatize her in different ways. like when she mentions her getting to the point of just wanting him to want her body if he wouldn't want her because that's how people perceive him, that's what was hurting him, but he inadvertently made her feel that way. it breaks him to think that he did that to her, that he hurt his girl that way. then the idea that she would have let him cheat on her, she would've picked being with him over her own well-being, well she did, and he doesn't deserve that. he can't fathom how he could be with someone who loves him so blindly as to choose being with a ghost of him over not having him at all, when she deserves so much better. when he has been so callous with such a precious kind of love. or the fact that he even made it seem like he had interest in anyone but her.

there will be a fluffy, smutty requested sequel but readers issues afterwards will be lightly touched upon in it. but yes, she would have to spend so much time mending her relationship with herself afterwards. he's totally on hand and knee trying to make it up to her, to prove how much he loves and needs her, to give the attention she deserves. but she's still paranoid about cheating, insecure, scared, even if she tries to mask it. but he knows. he could, and does, spend hours praising her, telling her how pretty she is, how she's the only one, how sorry he is, how much he adores her, but it doesn't stop the nagging voice in the back of her head. she tries to hide it but she's clingier and he's okay with that, she needs him more.

but yes there's lots of long term effects the incident has on there relationship. and they have to try and navigate that together.

thank you pookie, I love your thoughts sm 💋💋💋💋💋💋

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #🦅 anon

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 3 months

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Louk’s Bad Batch rewatch pt 5 (pt 2 hehe)

The first ep of tbb is so long so here’s part 2 of episode oneeee

Bad Batch 1x01 (part 2)

TINY BABY CLONES

Hunter playing with his knife 💕

Wrecker and Crosshair crying at the new armoury 😭

Hunter!! Listen to your little/big sister/daughter!!

“Change takes getting used to” ~ Hunter but it reminds me of Tech in the cave, I keep jumping ahead Louk SLOW DOWN

Omega with her lil nervous hands 🥹🤲

Crosshair listen here you little shit (said with love)

Nala Se and her helicopter parenting sheesh

Hunter: *gives orders* Wrecker: *runs off* Hunter: 🖐️ “covertly”

“Easy Wrecker, your programmings kicking in” ~ Tech the comedian

Hunter: “children???? civilians????” Crosshair: ‘so anyway I started blasting’

Crosshair’s dramatic sigh beats all of Echo’s so far actually

nvm I’m jumping ahead now idc SAW GERRERA IM COMING FOR YOU PERSONALLY 👀

“Adapt and survive or die with the past” ~ Saw, still love that line tho

Crosshair does not flinch when Hunter fires his blaster right next to his head, the complete trust even in the middle of an argument

Tech just casually dropping the biggest plot point of the episode and literally said ‘bro it’s so obvious’ while they’re all like 🤯

like: ‘Omega is an enhanced clone’ ‘haha funny’ ‘I literally dna tested her ???’

“What is all this stuff Azi?” illegal

Hunter’s box with name on it with his spare bandanas and the picture !!! who took it vote pls

Omega holding Azi’s hand 🥹

the boys in their blacks 💕💕💕

every time I hear “good soldiers follow orders” another piece of my heart shatters I swear

“It’s not your fault, you can’t help it” ~ OMEGA MADE CROSSHAIR SMILE 😭😭😭😭😭 HIS FACE SOFTENED AND HE SMILED IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING MYSELF INTO ORBIT

when the shock trooper hits Hunter, Echo bends down to check him 🥹

LEAVE CROSSHAIR ALONE

the last thing Crosshair heard before they fried his brain was Hunter saying “we stay together” what if I cried forever ???

Omega copying Hunter 🥹💕

Tech covers his own mouth when Wrecker talks too loud 🥹

“Where’s the girl” Hunter: “girl? Idk what you’re talking about” Echo: I will literally murder you all

pull the lever kronk

I love how they show they don’t always kill people.. like the regs groan a little lmao

Omega knows Crosshair is coming before Hunter does !! she turns and looks at the door and says they don’t have to go far to find him…..y’all tell me how she knew he was there before Hunter …..

Crosshair calls Hunter “sergeant” 😭😭

Crosshair shoots Wrecker in the same spot he got short earlier 😠bro give my mans a break!!

Nala Se! thanks for the override girlie

Omega has perfect aim !!! It’s all about tuning out distractions

I don’t even want to think about how Crosshair feels watching them fly away without him 🥲 he looks more sad that angry to me idk

Omega distracting Wrecker while he’s being treated 💕💕

Wrecker: “it’ll take more than a blaster shot to take me down!” Echo: bruh 😑

“We know a guy” YAYAYAYAY

Omega in the front seat like 🤩

and that’s part 2 of ep 1 done my friends!!!

I hope you enjoyed it !! Episode 2 up next 💕

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jazzyspams · 9 months

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Scared

pairing: aemond × fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)

summary: “we’ll see who gets the last laugh princess.” he muttered low and dark. the feeling of his large hand gripping the back of your neck tight and holding you close made you ache. you ached for him, for his touch, his smell, everything. you hated him and he hated you which made you ache for him all the more

requested: yes

warnings: public sex, orgasm denial, overuse of the word slut, edging, degradation kink, jealousy, mentions of previous sexual activity, creampie, overstimulation, begging, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, sex with a tad bit of feelings, hair pulling, dom! aemond, rough sex

notes: i literally wrote this so fucking fast. i honestly wasn’t expecting for many people to read the last story but holy fuck you guys are sweet, it may not be a lot of you but u really do appreciate you guys. this is literally my motivation!! and also requests are opennnnn!!! love you all!!! and i didn’t reread lmfaoo im sorry i got lazy

part one

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days had passed since your little encounter with aemond and fuck you regretted it

not really but really.

all the days that had passed you’d been avoiding him, pretending to be sick so you wouldn’t have to come out of your room for breakfast or supper

and even when you would see him for a short time, preparing to ride his dragon or even simply seeing him walking in the halls with the queen he would just walk right past you as if nothing had happened. you wanted to think maybe he just didn’t see you but he definitely did because you saw the quick and simple glances he gave you when he saw u in the halls

you weren’t expecting him to be at your feet begging you to stop avoiding him, but it was if he hadn’t even known of your absence or even cared and it made you feel somewhat sad

for gods sake he was in you, multiple times. you’d at least expected for there to be some sort of difference in the weird relationship between you both but there wasn’t.

you honestly didn’t know how to feel about this whole situation, angry or ashamed?

as you sat on your bed alone with your thoughts you heard a low knock and you looked up as your door opened, your knightsgaurd let down a low bow

“prince lucerys velaryon and prince jacaerys velaryon” he announced, moving to the side to allow jace and luke to walk in. as they walked in your knightsgaurd shut the door

luke slightly shouted your name as he walked towards you, opening his arms; going in for a hug. jace walking will him, rolling his eyes, disappointed at his brother’s manners

you smiled at your unexpected guests. happy that they came and surprised that they even thought of you, not really surprised but you really didn’t expect it

as luke hugged you tight jace quickly pointed out about how you’re “sick” and luke jumped up as his brother’s words and observed your face

“you quite honestly dont look sick at all” jace questioned with an eyebrow raise

luke nodded, agreeing to his brother’s word “yeah in fact you’re kind of glowing” luke added with the same curious look as his brother

you let out a awkward laugh knowing where that “glowing” look comes from.

“so… what brings you two here” you quickly said attempting to change the subject

“we just wanted to check up on you, its been days since we’ve seen you and everyone has been wondering where you’ve been”

you smiled at his warming words, you just couldn’t be in the same room with him for too long. it would be too embarrassing and awkward. and you had a bad habit of displaying your emotions on your face, thats what everyone tells you (mostly your father) which is not that surprising because you get it from him

“i know, i just-“ you stopped yourself letting out a deep breath, wanting to tell them what had happened or literally anybody. you needed to get this off your chest, you needed some advice but you couldn’t tell anyone. you had to deal with it by yourself because only the gods know what will happen if your secret is exposed

you cleared your throat, swallowing the words you so desperately needed to release “i haven’t been feeling all that well” you said with a low empty smile

luke made the most disbelieving face you had ever seen. it was as if he could see right through your lies. “right… well you look fine now, i think its time you got out of your chambers and come to supper tonight!” he yelped

you groaned “lukee,” you dramatically dragged his name “im still not feeling all that well”

he nodded at your words, you smiled thinking he finally let it go as him and jace walked towards the door

but luke turned around right before he opened the door “ill just bring the maester so we can see if you’re still sick” he said with a grin

no! you shouted quickly. a little too quickly.

you sighed “ill be at supper tonight”

lukes grin grew bigger, knowing he won “perfect!” he smiled, showing all his teeth. you rolled your eyes. is this what it is like to have a little brother?

you had just left the a small council meeting, you weren’t apart of the small council but they had discussed your touring and wanted you to be there. nothing had changed really they just discussed all the princes that you would meet, which quite honestly were a lot. but you were prepared thanks to rose

the queen said she was happy you were feeling better and said she was glad that you would be returning to the family supper’s and of course the whole council agreed with the queen

after the meeting the queen directed ser criston to escort you back to your chambers to prepare for supper

after a few moments in silence walking, ser criston finally spoke. “how are you feeling” he asked turning to you, as you both continued to walk

you smiled. he was the first person to ask you this in days.

“thank you for asking, i feel better but i would truly kill to get out of here. ive been in here for days, i want to explore the city, see the people and drink fresh wine. i just want a breath in fresh air” you let out. you thought you sounded like a crazy woman but ser criston just smiled at you

he let out a low laugh “i understand what you mean, it was like that for me when i first arrived here.”

“well how do i fix that desperate feeling” you asked turning to look at him as you made a complete stop

he looked around making sure no one was close enough to hear what he was about to say. “i got out. i snuck into the city and did what i wanted just for the night. and it was a night ill never forget for the rest of my days” he said with a low whisper

oh how heavenly that sounds. after days of just being in your chambers alone with your thoughts you knew this was the release you needed.

“would you ever consider taking me?” you slightly whispered

he shook his head “and risk the chance of getting the new princess caught escaping or even worse, getting hurt?”

you sucked your teeth “ser criston please, we wont get caught and you’ll be there protecting me”

“absolutely not” he whispered turning away, continuing to walk. you quickly followed behind him and grabbed his arm

“please ser criston, only just one time. im new to this whole thing and its been very hard” the desperation in your throat started to rise

he groaned, “alright but just once” he said putting up his index finger

you grabbed his face and slightly shook him as you said “thank ser criston! truly thank you! you are too good for me”

he smiled as you let go of his face, continuing to walk “oh and we need to stop by godswood, i need to get a couple of fresh flowers from there for my room”

the only flowers you have ever kept in your room were snapdragons, you especially took the ones from godswood because you knew how much aemond cared for them because they were his mothers but you honestly didn’t care if they were the queens i mean for gods sake she was the queen. she could get dozens of flowers

the queen has everything. so whats a couple of flowers you thought as you walked into godswood. you looked around, hoping aemond would be here but he wasn’t

a part of you wanted him to be here so he could watch you pick these flowers and realize you dont care about what he says

you walked behind the heart tree and grabbed a couple of flowers, not too many but just enough to put in a little jar in your room.

you kept your eyes on the beautiful pink flowers in your hand as you walked down the pathway heading towards the entrance where ser criston stood, waiting for you

you played with your mother’s necklace that dangled around your neck, trying to feel some sort of comfort and it worked until you hear ser criston yell, “my prince!” you quickly looked up and seen aemond, standing in front of ser criston, his large framing slightly towering over him

he stood tall and confident with his hands behind his back. you hated him but holy gods he was handsome. his eyes quickly snapped at you as you continued down the pathway

“and what do you think you’re doing with those” aemond asked, turning his eyes to the flowers in your hand

you looked around sarcastically trying to figure out who he was talking to, oh so he can speak when you have some stupid flowers in his hand but god forbid him even look at you after fucking you

“oh im sorry now you can speak?” you said with and unbelievable scoff

he laughed, shaking his head “i wont play these games with you. answer my question.” he demanded

oh, fuck him. you’re the one playing games when he can barely even fucking look at you? he wants to see you play games? okay.

“you still have one eye. its pretty obvious what i am doing” you turned your head slightly with a smirk. if he wants a game, he’ll get one

ser criston turned to you, eyes widened at your words. looking at you like you’ve just crossed the line

aemonds jaw clenched tight. “ser criston take your leave” he demanded as his voice turned dark. shivers roll down your spine; oh fuck. arousal hitting you slow at the darkness in his voice

you saw ser criston nod from the corner of your eye. “ser criston you will do no such thing” you quickly shouted, as you swallow, trying to make the arousal in your core go away as you kept your gaze on aemond

aemond razed his eyebrow as if your words meant anything “ser criston may i remind you who you serve?” he said, turning his gaze to ser criston, almost giving him a death stare

ser criston just sighed as if he knew something bad was going to happen, he let down a low bow to both of you before he look his leave

aemonds gaze stayed locked in with yours until ser cristons foot steps were gone

its silent for a little before he speaks

“dont you ever fucking disrespect me like that again” he snapped

you narrow your eyes “oh please you’re just mad i did it in front of ser criston” you snap back.

his eyebrows raise as if he just realized something “and you princess?” he laughs in a mocking manner

you raise your eyebrow, confused at his words

“dont act as if your not mad that i haven’t said not one word to you since that night, i may have one eye but fuck its clear as day how desperate you are for my attention,”

you feel your anger coming to the surface and tears of anger and somewhat embarrassment in your eyes (mostly anger) because to some degree he was right.

“taking these flowers? refusing to show up to any family gatherings for days? i dont know if you haven’t noticed but i dont fucking care about you princess” he finished, almost growling “and just because you cant stop thinking about the way i fucked you dumb doesn’t mean i owe you anything. not a dance, not wave, not even two fucking words.”

you stepped back at his words. your face burns. fuck him if he thinks you give two shits about him either. “i dont fucking care about you either and you’re far beyond delusional if you think for one moment i do”

“right” he laughs sarcastically

“i haven’t thought of it once. and i’d rather let ser criston fuck me in front of the whole red keep before i ever think of you” you whisper with a similar evil smirk he once gave you

he stepped closer to you, tilting his head down to stare directly in your eyes “and what makes you think he would want to fuck a slut like you”

his words sent shivers down your spine, chilling you. you could feel you nipples hardening under the thick dress you wore and you panties getting wet. “slut” the word replaying in your head

he smirked noticing what that did to you, seeing your body stiffen and tense up. you couldn’t let him think he won. you just couldn’t

you looked up at him “maybe the fact that he’s taking me out tonight and maybe ill let him fuck me in a brothel and maybe, just maybe after he’ll be a man and actually acknowledge it,”

this time his body stiffened at yours words and oh it felt good, seeing him speechless. you definitely couldn’t stop now

you placed your hand on his chest and stood up on your toes as you whispered in his ear “the fact that you cant even hold eye contact with me for five seconds or even speak two words is pathetic.”

you waited for him to say something literally anything but he didn’t. you just laughed. as you attempted to walk past him he grabbed you by the back of your neck pulling you in close, making you drop the flowers that were surprising still in your hand

your heart was beating fast at the reaction you weren’t expecting. you’d thought you had won but you were obviously wrong

“we’ll see who gets the last laugh princess.” he muttered low and dark. the feeling of his large hand gripping the back of your neck tight and holding you close made you ache. you ached for him, for his touch, his smell, everything. you hated him and he hated you which made you ache for him all the more

aemond knew what he was doing, even tho you haven’t known him for long he knew how to push your buttons in ways no other had but he also knew how to please you like no other.

this game you and aemond played was intoxicating. and fuck you lived for it

aemond released you from grip, turning away and leaving you standing there. speechless.

“ugh! i’ve been patiently waiting for this moment for ever!” rose yelps as she lays out three dresses on display for you to pick which one to wear to supper

you didn’t pay any attention to the designs of the dresses, just the colors. you turned your head to rose and looked at her like she was a crazy woman

green, black, and blue are the colors of each dress. green representing the queens side of the family and black representing your step mother’s, (the soon to be queen/ heir to the iron throne)

“rose have you lost your mind” you asked her, genuinely concerned. you might have been new to this whole royalty thing but you sure ass hell weren’t stupid. picking between the colors black or green was like picking which side you were on and you refused to do that.

“whatt?” she shrugged her shoulders innocently. you rolled your eye’s pointing your finger to the blue dress

she signed dramatically “yea…good choice, its really lightweight and easy to pull off and slip on”

“if you honestly think ill pick between those colors you have truly gone mad” you laughed as rose slipped you in the dress. rose walked towards you bedside table and looked in your jewelry box

you looked down at the dress and smiled at its simplicity. simple but beautiful nonetheless. the dress hung at your shoulders and had gold outlining

“hey…, where’s your mom’s necklace” rose yelled out. your hands flew to your neck but nothing was there, “are you sure it isn’t-“ you stopped yourself realizing you never put it in your jewelry box. the last time u remember having it at godswood

“fuck!” you stomped, picking up your dress and quickly running out of your chamber

fuck. fuck. fuck. you thought as you stormed towards godswood, you didn’t want to go back to godswood. ever. all of the two times youd been there it had been very bad and traumatizing experiences. quite literally.

you prayed to the seven gods that you would easily find your necklace and peacefully go to supper and go out to the city with ser criston and live happily ever after but of course the seven gods hated you and had to make your life difficult

you entered godswood and retraced your steps. first looking at the doorway where you stood with aemond and then looking up the pathway. you look behind the heart tree in the rows of snapdragons. you sigh realizing that you fucking lost your mothers necklace

you were so fucking busy playing a stupid back and forth game with aemond that you lost the one thing you needed most, the one thing you had left of your mother. you wanted to blame aemond so badly but it was you, you shouldn’t allow him to get under your skin the way he does

“have you come back for more?” you heard a voice you knew all too well call out from behind you. speaking of the literal devil

you turned around and seen him smirking as her leaned against the back of the tree. he wasn’t smirking how he usually does he was kind of smiling, like a bad child who had just done something they weren’t supposed to. you rolled your eyes but of course he’d think you came here for him; and why the hell is he always here

you furrowed your eyebrows. oh how u wanted to wipe that smirk of his face. forget him. you need to find the necklace you thought as you turned back around, looking in the same row of flowers but something hit you. you were sure you had the necklace right before aemond had grabbed you

you spun around quickly. a little too quick, feeling a bit dizzy. “you have it dont you” you asked as you slightly raised your voice

his smile growing “i have no idea what you speak of” his voice low and deep as his words came out smoothly

you walked towards him. you didn’t want to play these games anymore, you just wanted to get your necklace and go. but he just had to make that impossible. now that you stood in front of him in the dim moonlight, his features started to shine.

his hairstyle was different, still in it’s beautiful platinum white color but it was down; all of his hair down it middle part, it was slightly messy as if he’d been practicing. you remembered how he looked after practicing because that was the first time you met him and the sight was implanted in your mind forever

his scar that split his eyebrow and stopped at his cheekbone stood out mostly and shined the brightest in the moonlight. his strong and sharp jawline made him look so much more intimidating than he needed to be.

your took a deep breath, deciding to put your pride to the side “aemond…please just give it to me” you almost whined

you noticed your words did something to him as he bit his lower lip

there’s a tension that seems to always be lingering in the air whenever you two get around eachother, and it doesn’t get better as the seconds go by

you looked up at him, making sure the innocence in your eyes shined bright as you inched closer to him. you were so close to him now. the memories of what happened the last time you got this close flooding your mind. picturing how he took you in so many ways that night. a part of you wanting it again

your hands fell on his chest and you kept your eyes on him. as you looked at him you recognized the look he gave you. he wanted this; he wanted you. you wanted to touch his scar, outline it and tell him the scar was was beautiful and so was he but something stopped you.

you knew everyone wanted you to stay away from him but that just made you gravitate towards him more. he was hurt and misunderstood and you knew those two feelings all too well. so to some degree you understood him.

your gaze following your hands as you trail your hands down his chest, nice and slow until you reached his member. you only touched it a little bit but you would feel him hardening at your touch

you stop yourself, realizing what you’re doing and remembering the real reason why you came here. you open your mouth to apologize but nothing comes out. all you can do is turn around and suddenly aemonds large hand grips the back of your neck. he manhandles you and doesn’t feel bad about it one bit, ignoring the gasp that escapes your mouth as he shoves you against the tree

his voice, angry and aroused, “do you think you can come here and tease me, and then try to leave?” he questioned you

“aemond-“

“shut up. you don’t deserve to speak, the way you’ve been disrespecting me all day,” his voice demanding and angry. your stomach drops, the tug you feel below your stomach is heavy, causing your panties to dampen. him being angry shouldn’t turn you on the way it does.

aemonds free hand bunches up your thin, lightweight dress. you can feel his fingers trailing up your thigh as he pulls it over your ass. you tremble at his touch, his fingers cold and rough

“aemond someone can catch us” you breathe out and then gasp, you talking earns you a slap from behind. not stinging but hurting from the surprise of it

“did i tell you to speak?” he growls as he outlines the bottom of your panties, slipping a finger in the tight stretchy fabric; moving his fingertip along your ass. “you’d love it if someone caught us, risking the chance of someone knowing your pussy belongs to me. you’d love that. wouldn’t you?”

you whine, nodding your head slowly

“slut” he mumbles as he removes his finger from your ass quick , letting the fabric slap against your ass hard. he hooks his fingers at the top of your panties. yanking them down; letting them fall to your knees. you moan as the cool air hits your wet aching cunt

you’re breathing hard. you want to beg him for his touch but you know he’ll just spank you for just talking. you hated him for this, teasing you; out in the open. on full display, but only for aemonds touch.

he uses both of his hands to spread your asscheeks, admiring your went and slippery cunt. “me talking to you all dirty gets you this wet?” he asks in a mocking voice. you nod, not daring to speak. a dark laugh leaves his throat.

aemond brings his hand around to the front of your pussy and he leans in close. you can feel the warmth of his hard clothed cock against your back. he circle’s your clit slowly with his index and middle finger, using all the self control he had in his body from throwing you on the ground and fucking you relentlessly with no remorse. he wanted to show you a lesson for disrespecting him today; but he knew in order to do that he had to take his time, making you wait and beg

“does ser criston get you this wet?” he hissed, the speed of his fingers picking up. you shake your head quickly, hoping it will satisfy him. aemonds palm falls heavily against your ass and you jerk forward. “use your fucking words” his voice growing more hungry.

“f-fuck, no, he doesn’t” you barely get out as you dig you nails into the rough tree. the pleasure building in your core is hot and heavy. “you only get this wet for me, right?”

“j-just for you, o-only you aemond.” you almost scream as his thick long fingers enter you fast, your head shoots back on his shoulder; your neck now exposed, but not for long as aemond quickly noticed and sunk his face in your exposed neck, the feeling of his teeth grazing along the skin of your neck and the feeling of his rough fingers inside of you; almost sending you over the edge

you tried to muffle your moans but you couldn’t, the pleasure was unbearable; coming from different directions, you wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel in so many different ways. the slick, wet noise that came from between your legs filled the air.

you cant help the moan of his name that escapes your lips as he curls his fingers. the stretch of his thick fingers is nothing like the stretch of his cock but you’ll take whatever he gives, like a starved woman; and you were, starving for him. the tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks

you can feel yourself about to explode. youre clenching around him, almost reaching your high. he knows it and removes his fingers, removing his face from your neck; you almost drop at the empty feeling he leaves you with.

he grabs you by your cheeks hard, forcing your face to the side to look at him. his face is marked with anger. “did i say you could fucking cum?”. you shake your head “aemond please.” you beg; not knowing what it is you’re begging for

“shut the fuck up and get on your knees” he hissed. you comply, turning around and getting on your knees. you watch him remove the strings of his pants; your eyes glossy with sexual frustration. he pulls down his pants finally releasing his cock.

your tears drying slightly as you gulp, looking at his cock. fuck. did it get bigger? you could feel the somewhat dry dirt on your knees- the thin dress not helping much.

he stands tall before you. your mouth waters at the sight. he pumps it roughly, his tip a bright red color from arousal; the precum flowing lewdly. he places his thumb on your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth, you don’t hesitate to suck on it; slowly moving your head back and forth. you could see the lust in eye as he watched you. he removed his thumb from your mouth and traced it along your lips.

“open” is the only word he mutters to make you open your mouth. the need to taste him, spurring you to lay your tongue out flat and wait patiently for him.

“whats pathetic,” he mocks your words from earlier, tapping your tongue with the weight of his length; the slapping sound, making you moan. he taps against you again “is watching you-“ he cuts himself off as he pushes a little bit of him in your mouth. “take whatever i give you, and beg for my cock” he groans as he stuffs the rest of his cock in your warm and tight throat

you gag immediately, his pace unforgiving as he fucks your throat rough. you try desperately to breathe out your nose, gagging as you feel him deep in your throat. another sweet groan leaving his mouth, biting his lip and nodding as he removes the hair from your face. you can feel your head hitting the back of the tree but your hair gives you some sort of protection from the rough bumpy surface. a few tears falling from your eyes as you choke, your lung’s gasping for air. he’s close. you can feel his veins moving to the top of his tip. you want him to explode in your mouth but he pulls away

you suck in the air your lungs so desperately needed with a strangled gasp, your saliva linking to his big cock is quickly broken as he lifts you up by your arms. your eyes hazy as you tried to catch your breath.

he snatched the dress off your body; finally exposing your full body, leaving the dress at you ankles. “since you love those flowers so much, im going to fuck you on them” he said as he unraveled the string of his shirt and nodded towards the flowers, signaling you to get on them. you stepped out of your dress and stood on top of the flowers; you sighed knowing the beautiful row of roses were going to be ruined. “ass up” he demanded as he finally freed himself from the shirt and his pants that stayed at his ankles. you did as he told you and bucked at the feeling of the cool air hitting your swollen pussy

he gets behind you, and you can feel the tension bubbling behind you. his hand falls hard against the skin of your ass, you whimper as you jerk forward “been disrespecting me all fucking day. say you’re sorry” he says sending another slap on your already abused ass, you let out a strangled yell

“g-gods im sorry” you let out as a strained whimper. “won’t do it again will you?” he said; the mockery in his voice rising. “n-no i swear it aemond” you almost cry

he gives no warning, no teasing, doesn’t say a word as he enters you, swiftly and hard. you scream. the quickness of him thrusting inside made you squeeze around him. he moaned and it was the most heavenly sound you had ever heard. “f-fuck, girl, you’re s-so fucking tight” he grunted

your mouth flew on you mouth as you felt him setting his pace. it took everything in you to refrain from screaming and moaning his name. you may have been behind the tree but you were still in a public place, all it took was for someone to walk up the pathway. you let out choked and muffled moans with every painful thrust, feeling his cock push against your g-spot with every thrust

he groans your name

his fingers digging deep in your ass, as he pounded in you. you couldn’t hold it anymore, his teasing from earlier making you near you edge faster than you had before. you moaned his name “may i please cum” you begged; so vulnerable and hopeless. “you love being my slut don’t you?” his fingers intertwining with your hair; twisting your hair into a ponytail and yanking you against him, making you slam against him, balls deep. you dont dare to hesitate “i love being your slut aemond” you babble as you slam into your orgasm, your fingers gripping the flowers under you, dirt under your nails but you didn’t care

you released your hands from the flowers trying to catch your breath. but he wasn’t done with you yet. he yanks you up by you hair; placing you in his lap. you hiss at the movement, realizing he was still inside of you.

weak with overstimulation “its too much, i don’t think i can take it” you cry. aemond grabs you by the side of your face, making you look at him “you can, we’ll go slow. just keep your eyes on me” he whispers, and it almost sounds sincere. you just nod; keeping your eyes on him

he moves your arms around his neck as he places his hand on your waist; you lean your neck back, resting it on his shoulder to keep your eyes on him. he pushes your waist down gently, you slowly start to grind against him. both of you still looking at eachother

hes so deep. you grasp his hair, as he slowly helps you pick up the pace as you ride him. he soon gets impatient- hands holding your hips as he soon starts to thrusting into you; you’re moaning at the overstimulation. you’re holding him tight as you feel him about to explode, you felt your second orgasm building in your core.

something different was in the air as you both looked at eachother, both could feel it. was is vulnerability? had you two finally put your hatred aside and decided to just enjoy this moment because you knew it wouldn’t last. you knew he’d just go back to ignoring you and he knew you’d go back to finding a husband

you didn’t know what you wanted with aemond but it surely wasn’t this. and you hated him for not helping you make up your mind.

“i hate you” you whisper in his ear, moaning lightly as he groans . tears of pleasure building in your eyes and you can feeling your legs start to shake. he pulls you close to him as his thrusts get slower and sloppier. “f-fuck. i know. i know you do baby.” he almost moans as you both chase your high together

still keeping you gazed locked and your sweaty bodies on eachother for just a moment before he pulls out of you- that empty feeling returning as he stood up and started putting on his clothes. all you could do is sit there; naked, sitting on top of his mother’s flowers.

“give me your hand” you heard him say; you snapped out of your daydreaming to see him standing in front of you fully clothed. you opened your hand and you could feel something cool fall into your hand. your necklace.

you could feel your face scrunching up as he lifted you up by your arms and helped you stand. your legs were weak and wobbly like jelly. he grabbed your dress and pulled it up over your body. he stares at you for a moment, before he mutters “have fun on your date with ser criston”, walking down the pathway and leaving.

you stand there looking at the ruined flowers and your ruined dress for a second, before you walk down the pathway; taking your leave as well.

・★・

tag list: @anehkael @goldyfishsstuff

#aemond smut #aemond targaryen #smut #smut writing #house of the dragon

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core4writes · 1 year

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Hiii... can you maybe write a story were y/n is very reckless and always get herself in danger and colby have enough of that and like fuck her roughly cause he is frustrated with her then later break down and admit his fear of losing her ..... idk if you are writing though and if you are comfortable with the whole thing.... feel free to ignore it if you don't!

Either way thank you!❤️

i will be glad to do it! i have never written smut before so i think ill just skip that part till i get better at it.

Reckless

warning: sad ig, mentions of drug substance, mentions of alcohol

stuff in bold are flashbacks

pairing: Colby Brock x reader fem pronouns

y/n pov:

this past week all i have been doing is going to party to party with kat and stas, and everyday i am greeted with a hangover. i wake up in bed today with a deadly headache, the sun shining in my face. i pull the blankets hoping to decrease the aggravating pain in my head, the blankets were ripped off of me. "No more." i heard colby voice and open my eye slightly.

"what do you mean no more?" with confusion i sit up, colby is still staring at me with anger. i can just tell when he is angry, he breathes more heavy. "No more partying, i have had enough." i look at him with a sly smile "what did i do this time? oh wait did i throw up on you again? sorry if i did." i laugh it off.

"im serious y/n. do you remember nothing that happened last night?" he points at me "you could have died."

flashback

me, stas, kat, sam and colby were at the las Vegas bar called 'XS Nightclub' the hot spot for partying. i down my 9th shot of vodka with kat and stas and we went out into the dance floor, sam and colby stay at the bar watching us.

third person pov:

colby leaned over to sam "do you see a change in y/n?" sam wanted to say no i mean y/n is one of his close friends she will never change, but he didnt want to lie to his best friend. "yeah dude, but if she is happy-" sam was cut off by colby "y/n didnt even like alcohol but now look at her, downing it like its nothing." colby sighs

sam and colby looks at y/n on the dance floor, y/n swings her hips to the music. someone tapped her on her shoulder, "excuse me, where are the bathrooms?"

y/n can not hear over the loud music "what? oh, its over there let me show you." y/n pointed to the entrance "okay." the tall girl says and then they just disappear.

colby thinks nothing of it because he trust his girlfriend, "man, i need another shot."

hours go by and stas and kat come back to sam and colby, "guys, we cant find y/n." colby looked at kat and stas with eyes wide open and his face went pale. "wait, what do you mean you cant find her she was just with you." stas looked at colby, "yeah but she went to show some girl the bathroom and never came back."

sam, colby, kat and stas looked everywhere for y/n. they didnt find her till they saw her outside the club walking down the street. "y/n, where are you going." colby runs up to y/n, "im going to the gas station im hungry." she said whiny.

"we are going home." colby says

end flashback

y/n pov:

"oh... im sorry." my voice quieted down

"sorry? your sorry? you could have gotten hurt, like kidnapped or hit by a bus." colby voice yelled.

"well im here now so." i said

"im scared of you leaving me okay? you change into this party animal and im scared of just losing you, the old you. And you don't talk to me about your problems anymore you're just so reckless. I need you,I need you to be here with me physically and mentally." colbys voice cracked.

The silence was heavy for minutes.

"I didn't know you felt like that. "Should've told me about that sooner I would understand." I say.

Colby crawls on the bed next to me, sobbing."I just don't wanna lose you." colby cries into my chest. "i know baby i know."

"i love you."

it was a little bit rushed at the end, my first writing piece ever hope I didn't do bad.💕

#colby brock x reader #fanfic #imagines #writing #colby brock #sam and colby #core 4 #wattpad #fiction #oneshots #scenarios #smut

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5am-mist · 1 year

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angst with bellie bel

Strangers.

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you can't help but get excited when Bella says he has something to tell you. Only to get your heart crushed moments later.

°requested°> yess!

~°A/N°~

i am still working on your requests so please don't sorry if i haven't posted your req yet! Also sorry if this sucks im still not feeling well but i felt bad leaving your guys' requests for so long and i didn't want anyone ro get mad at me lol. so i wasn't sure what direction to take this in and i lowkey suck at writing angst but i hope you like it! I used he/him pronouns for Bella! thank youuu for the request love you<33

You and Bella had been best friends for a while now. You used to do everything together, go everywhere together. Recently though you two had been growing distant and it killed you. You loved him far more than a best friend should and you knew that.

Bella had been out of country for filming and in the beginning it was like it always was. Facetiming every night, messaging you whenever he was on break and constantly updating you on his plans. You remember the late nights where he'd tell you how filming was and about his new cast members.

With time however that seemed to stop. No more factimes or messages and when you'd reach out you were always met with a "im busy rn" or "maybe later" only to never hear back from him.

You were upset and angry to say the least. You just wanted an explanation as to why suddenly your best friend was no longer making an effort to talk to you. It was the day Bella flew back home. You marked it on your calander back when he originally flew over.

You stared at your phone re-reading Bella's text over and over again. "hey can i come over? i need to tell you something really important." you cursed yourself for getting excited, for thinking he was going to tell you how sorry he was for shutting you out. Were you really gonna let him come over after he practically ignored you for months on end? Yes, you were.

"sure." You thought about typing something more, anything more but at the same time you felt he didn't deserve it. It wasn't long before he showed up.

You let him in and closed the door behind you, he made a bee line for the couch but you stayed standing. "You're not going to sit?" he sounded confused.

"No, I'm fine standing. What did you want to tell me again?" you urged him. "Straight to point are we? Uh..well I'm not sure how to say this but i uh got a girlfriend. Macy, you remember her?" you were crushed to say the least and all you wanted to do was cry.

Of all the people aswell. It had to be Macy, the Macy that Bella used to talk about on facetime with you, the Macy Bella had been working with for these past months, the Macy you never actually got to meet. "oh. yea i remember her." the pain was evident in your voice and tears were pricking your eyes.

You see, at this point you weren't even that upset that Bella had a girlfriend no, you were upset that Bella had been shutting you out and practically ignoring you all this time because of her.

"What? What's the matter?" he demanded. Not a hint of concern in his voice. "I just, i don't know what to say Bella" you weren't lying you really didn't know what to say to him. "Oh i don't know maybe a I'm happy for you would do?" he stood up at this point and you could tell he was getting agitated.

"I can't. I can't say that I'm happy for you that would just be lying." your voice wavered. "Why can't you just be happy for me then? Your my friend thats what you're supposed to do." Appalled was what you were.

"So we're gonna play that game huh? Alright, friends don't randomly stop calling each other. Friends don't dismiss each other when they're very clearly trying to reach out. Friends don't leave the country and essentially cut you out like you were never even that important. Im so sorry i can't be happy for you. Im so very sorry that all those nights you were having fun in a different country with your girlfriend i was here in my apartment trying to find out what i did that was so wrong it pushed my best friend and love of my life to the point where he no longer wanted to talk to me."

You aggressively wiped away your tears waiting for him to respond. "oh. i didn't-" you cut him off before he could even finish. "just leave Bella. Im tired. I have been waiting months for you and now you're back and i never wanna see you again. I don't want your petty fucking excuses and i don't want your half assed apology and if you're expecting an apology you wont be getting one so i suggest you just go."

He looked at you with regret evident on his face. A part of you begged for you to apologize, to make thigs right again but it had already been done. You couldn't take back what was said. He stopped for a moment as if he were going to say something but decided against it and walked past you towards the door. You didn't bother turning around, you almost couldn't. "Goodbye."

One word. It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. You knew that one word was the last word you'd ever hear from Bella and you hated it. You thought about stopping him. You thought about calling him. You thought about how things would be if you had just put on a fake facade for that one conversation but at the end of the day you didn't. You didn't call him. You didn't stop him and you didn't act happy for him that day.

You two were strangers now. Strangers with a backstory. Strangers who'd stay up all night wondering what your life would be like if you were still friends.

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #the last of us #lgbtq #tlou #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo

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artoodeetootired · 9 months

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jere doesn’t deserve (all of) the hate he gets

alright, can i just say that although i didn’t read past the first book, i have read TONS of comments and justifications and explanations as to why people think Conrad is better than Jere. That is completely subjective, I get it.

But why are people invalidating Jere’s right to be angry? Literally??? Like, bro, I get you have favs but are u really telling me that the guy can’t even be upset at Belly for what she did to him?

Some people are literally saying how manipulate he was for bringing up his dying mother, and how Conrad was probably gonna break her heart. First, he found out way later than he should have, which gave him less time to process it. Yet, what did he do? Immediately help Beck through it. Second, was he wrong LMAO. He’s seen it happen over and over again with his own feelings for Belly, but never said anything because he knew Belly and Conrad were something of an unbreakable bond. Third, she literally kissed his brother 3 days after an already established relation/situationship with Belly. You’re telling me he was in the wrong here while Conrad was in the grey area that allowed him some sort of immunity for his actions??

Now, let’s move on to whether or not Jere loved Belly before or after she turned prettier. I’m sorry, but Conrad also said that he always saw her as a little kid/sister or some shit as well. Jere said that she was always his best friend. They BOTH found new feelings for her, because that’s literally just how teenagers work. If you want childhood friends to lovers, then you have to expect a switch from FRIENDSHIP to LOVE at some point- and neither of them experienced it BECAUSE she was prettier, but because she was more than just a little kid then.

“No, he was forced to stay with her in that flashback”. YEAH, then he stayed a week more until HE got sick??? I’m not even gonna explicitly detail all the times he’s also backed her up, supported her, been her best friend. The fact that he let her love Conrad was enough proof that he did love her enough to let her go.

Please don’t bring up the books again, because to use reasons from the story’s “future” when the present is still being played out is just bs. We don’t even know what could happen by the end of it all, what with Jenny Han changing loads of details. Was Steven and Shayla/Taylor in the books? No. Was Skye, an extremely annoying hindrance, in the books? No. Was Conrad and Belly doing it for her first time by the fireplace in the books? No.

And I can’t even begin to describe how frustrating it is to see people literally ignore the scene where Conrad visits the house. Like how tf are you just going to let that slide IM CACKLING. Jere, at the table stressing over bills during his senior year. Conrad, appearing out of nowhere to pay a very friendly visit. And, pray tell, what does Conrad do? He performs a confession of his love to his younger brother who he knows had/s feelings for Belly, when Jere was probably thinking he’d rather accept help with the insurance instead. Then off Conrad goes to see his mother without another word, after getting what he wanted.

And also, can I just say how BAD Conrad’s communication skills are? Like fr, my dude had to carry news of Beck’s cancer all on his own. But to me, you don’t lash out at other people and lead two girls on at once because of something you can’t even explain your behaviour for. Believe it or not, the way he acted like an asshole was a product of his inability to open up. And I get it, I totally do ‘cause I and ppl in general handle shit like that sometimes. But the miscommunication is what broke Belly, his brother, his friends, and Laurel multiple times in the first place. If you want to bring up Jere’s “manipulative” behaviour, then you’ll also have to address Conrad’s “misunderstood” behaviour, when it was really just him lashing out on everyone else.

Honestly, to me, Belly really was the problem. But I guess people find that a more provocative topic to accept. Idc who she ends up with, or who people think is better/best. I just went on this crazy rant because I truly think that it’s insane how people have managed to invalidate Jere’s feelings. This isn’t because I’m crazy about the show or the characters, but it’s because it does reflect on other people’s thought processes when they see the conflict of emotions between 3 people who should be listened to. Except that one of them isn’t being heard at all. Why? Because he cheated on her in the book no one knows is going to stay true within the show.

We all know that Jenny Han has made MAJOR plot changes and I am not gonna be dismissed just cause I didn’t read the books. I watched the series, and I am only commenting on what happens in the series. If people keep using this argument instead of the facts WITHIN the series, then maybe some rethinking needs to be done.

#jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #tsitp cast #tsitp conrad #tsitp jeremiah #belly conklin #susannah fisher #steven conklin #taylor jewel #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #rant #wake tf up LMAO #jenny han

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girlwithfish · 4 months

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i feel weird rn just thinking about love n stuff lol. maybe i should just hibernate and neber fall in love or expose myself to that its so messy and ik i probably dated too soon after my ex but thats just what happened so idk lmfao i mean im not.gonna b like lets just be friends to the guy im w cuz i like him a lot. just thinking. found his exs spotify n i wonder about his exs perspective of their breakup and what happened there. and how if she hadnt broken up w him i wouldnt have met him and like he wanted to be w her wanted to marry her all that stuff. and how i wanted to be w my ex and marry him at one point and thought that was my person. and i couldnt be w him bc he was abusive and it was unhealthy for me to stay in that and i would havej ust kept slowly killing myself if i had stayed the distress and pain i was under every single day just from the relationship was so bad for me. and idk i had to force myself to just squash down any gried abt like oh that was the person i trusted and thought i wanted to be w forever bc hes not a safe person for me its not a.normal breakup it was abusive and i use anger to cope w it instead and if im not angry ill be sad and grieve but anger is grief idk so what now. but im mostly angry i dont really get sad over my ex like that bc im angry but rn im just thinking abt how weird it is that like two months ago i thought id be w him forever or i wanted that even though i was delusional. and i guess we just go about life wanting to find that person idk. maybe something biological within us to want a sexual partner and also mostly socially and idk. emotionally idk i want a life partner. i dont think im there yet even though guy im w thinks he loves me which im not so sure about but im trying to go at a pace that feels safe for me and im ok where im at now eben though i still have lots of reservations and freeze up sometimes and dissociate w him at times or if my energy runs out i have to be alone. but i generally like spending time w him a lot and i could tell i was feeling more comfortable the last visit at his place and that scared me i was getting anxiety abt feeling content and safe thats soo fucked up and annoying. anyway just thinking abt exes and past stuff its weird idk he had a whole nine months w this girl i dont know before me and before lots of other relationships. i had a whole two and a half yrs w someone i thought i could trust and was safe and someone who loved me and look how that went. fun stuff

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nekkodiaries · 1 year

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— knock me down. (teaser)

RELEASE: march 18, 2023.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: finally hard-launching the fic that i've been working for a few months now. hhhhh. i'm excited but also very insecure because a good quarter of this fic is written and i'm so ! anxious ! about my writing skills (as someone who knows they're bad at describing and bad at being literate in general. rip.) anyway. i hope you guys enjoy this fic like you did with cheating on you. if you want to be added to the taglist, just reply or send an ask.

reblogs are super appreciated! 🫶

after a tough day of contributing absolutely nothing to the greater good of society, jay decides to do what men like him choose to do to relieve stress: by playing a high-stress game.

what he wasn't expecting, though, was to get a snarky partner who would actually reciprocate his angry chats (as a result of his bad temper) and shit-talk him back. like what they're doing right now.

killstrike: wtf you should have covered me notursniper: yea well u shouldnt have been peeking. killstrike: ur ign fits u bc ur shit at sniping 😂😂 notursniper: i HAD him but ur big ass head was IN THE WAY now u got headshot boohoo 😛 killstrike: just stfu and come revive me

jay was pissed. there's no way he's losing this duo match. it's down to three teams and he can't risk losing more points for his rank when he's so close to reaching crown four, so he breathes in and out, trying his utmost best not to let the arrogant demeanor of his partner get on all of his nerves. notursniper heals him and fends off two players while he heals, leaving just one more team.

you got this. you got this. jay internally chants before a barrage of shots echo from his phone's speaker. he's too busy to look for the enemy to notice his partner's been knocked down. the motherfucker's proning. the circle's getting smaller and jay's getting anxious over the constant request for healing when all of a sudden:

better luck next time player killstrike! top 2/100.

"fuck!" jay shouts in frustration, watching the loading screen as the game demotes him from crown five to regular crown rank. "great. that's just great." in the heat of his frustration, jay adds notursniper just to be able to message them— and as soon as he sees them added to his "friends" list, jongseong taps his frustrations away.

killstrike: its your fucking fault. now im just crown

notursniper: 🤨 ?

killstrike: well??? are you gonna admit your wrongs???

notursniper: 1, is this how u treat women lmao and 2, no i wont :p notursniper: maybe if you actually healed me then we wouldve ranked up notursniper: but ur too selfish and tried to shoot before attending to ur teammate notursniper: so i'd say that rank demotion is DESERVED ❤️

killstrike: man fuck u 😐

notursniper: sry there's a line for gamer boys who wanna bang. you gotta get in line babes 😘

was it possible to choke on air? because jay's convinced he choked on air when he read that. it doesn't help that his eyes immediately darted to the icon where her cuteness was radiating despite her hand and phone covering her entire face. he blames his temper for why he's feeling hot right now— definitely not because he got a visual of what could happen if he did choose to get in line. definitely not. never. no.

killstrike: ew

notursniper: hey u can block me if u want to lmao 🤣

impulsive by nature, jay taps a few times and gets so close to removing user notursniper as their pubg friend but he hums in thought. having a higher rank meant having more skilled enemies and he's never seemed to get past top 40 players without dying, so it was a miracle he got until the top 2 tonight. his teammate's shit-talking aside, he'd say they were actually really good.

and again, real cute on her icon.

"what?" his own intrusive thoughts snaps him back to the real world, to see that she actually removed him as an in-game friend. what the fuck? in a span of panic, he tried to add them again.

a few days pass by but alas, no response from her. jay does not know why he's itching to check on his phone every now and then. heeseung and sunghoon don't even want to question why he's been staring at phone with his brows furrowed for hours now.

it's only because they're a good player and they can help me rank up. that's it.

soon enough, jay's routine has become waking up, going to school, and checking if user notursniper has accepted his request at every waking second of the day. the same goes for the following morning when jay anxiously opens the game again and finds one new message from a friend.

notursniper: hey loser. back for more?

masterlist. ┆ next.

summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking, his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

taglist [open]: @yvnjin-s @wondering-out-loud @rikisly @babystrlla @shinrjj @homelycat

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the-owl-tree · 9 months

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objectively im aware of the issues with a shadow in riverclan but also as a “bad trauma survivor” (read: somebody whos paranoid, lashes out, and self-isolates, currently in recovery) the book speaks to me on a personal level in a vaccuum and i cant really make myself hate it. and honestly some of the criticisms i see get REALLY close to the “if a trauma survivor lashes out at the wrong person then theyre an inherently horrible person” thing thats so common in fandom. if you get what im saying? like i dont think thats what theyre saying (im autistic and have a hard time looking past initial impressions) but also the phrasing is. eh.

its like in the grand scheme of warriors and the writers history of misogyny the issues are there, but the way some people word their takes makes me. Uncomfortable. if that makes sense. (this isnt me defending the writers or looking for a fight just something ive noticed that im having a hard time wording)??

that being said feathertail should have thrown leopardstar into a volcano and i cannot comprehend her decision to forgive her

No no you’re good! I understand what you’re trying to say, I definitely understand where you’re coming from. While I can definitely understand where you’re coming from, I think it’s worth mentioning (and I’m just preaching to the choir here, you seem well aware of these issues so I’m not trying to argue or dismiss your feelings) that Feathertail’s feelings are supported by the narrative. You’re meant to understand why she’s angry and lashing out, her feelings are justified by the story. So when people are discussing this, (and of course, I think being aware of wording and the potential hurt one can cause is important), her lashing out at Sasha in itself isn’t the issue, it’s how the narrative treats it.

Sasha in herself is a “bad victim”, she is someone who loves her abuser and, whether people want to admit it or not, it can lead a lot of people to invalidate the abuse people face because of this. So why is Feathertail able to forgive Leopardstar and not Sasha when the former plays a far larger in what happened to Feathertail? How does that play into Feathertail’s overall larger arc of forgoing outsider attachments and devoting herself to her Clan? And what is the narrative trying to tell us about Sasha, a character who, as I’ve stated, does not play her victim role “”right””?

Not saying you’re arguing that Feathertail’s treatment of Sasha is right, you’ve pointed out you recognized the underlying bias the narrative has. I’m just trying to speak to why this plot line is a bit of a double edged sword in trying to discuss “bad victims”. I definitely understand what you’re saying though, it’s always worth keeping real people’s feelings in mind when discussing these things.

You’re absolutely right on the last point, she should’ve fed Leopard to that fox lol

#deer rambles #discussions of abuse cw #abuse cw #im not proofreading this so if you need clarification lemme know!#obviously disclaimer im just voicing my take on the whole thing #you’re not wrong for feeling a bit uneasy about how people talk #just remember most people are talking about overall trends in the book #and the more unsavory things this book implies

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what do you think of ene :3 the kagepro fans ive seen tend to write her off as LOL silly virus miku and not much beyond that and while she is sillay i do wish shintaro/ene codependency was explored a little bit .... so when i saw you mention post str takane/shintaro codependency i was like FUCK YEAHHHHHH

lmao. dude. she is my favorite character COME ON like it pisses me off so bad how everyone treats ene as teehee comic relief and only treat takane as Takane bc like. THEYRE THE SAME FUCKING PERSON IDIOT!!! Hating ene is hating post str takane 😒😒😒

anyways i dont have a fave between haruka and takane but heh takane just has so much more depth imo. her story is a lil more complex to me and its just such a good arc ugh like shes rly one of the characters to go through the most drastic development like her arc is so😭😭😭 i love you enomoto takane and i hate ppl who disregard ene. if u do that u dont fucking understand takane at all and u should GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!

POST STR SHINTARO/TAKANE CODEPENDENCY REALNESS ITS LITERALLY MY FAVE SUBJECT EVER BC LIKE takane fucking DIED and so did everyone she loved and suddenly there is shintaro who she holds onto not only bc he looks awful and obviously needs help but bc hes the one proof she was ever real so she holds onto him as her form of keeping herself sane!??!?!!? like it goes both ways!?!?!?? for over a year (i think ene arrives in shintaros comp like a year into him being a shut in out of the 2 years, irc?) theyre all the other has, but for ene it also goes into him being her whole entire life and point of existence. not only to keep herself sane and have a purpose, but being with shintaro in memory of ayano, of haruka, and of herself... like. post str takane has ISSUES i think its rly hard for her to really let go of shintaro.

as for shintaro its like... im kinda split. would he wanna cut her off or hold onto her as well? ive seen cool stuff with the idea of shintaro being super angry at her but tbh i think he'd be mad for only a little but since he's got memories of past timelines its difficult to be Actually mad at her and cut her off. like, he killed her in one route LMAO i think shintaro would feel guilty abt that + treat the situation seriously not like he did in the novel where they get over it after just yelling at each other for a bit and its rather a funny scene than a serious one😒 (i hate how the novels treated takane getting her body back as sort of a joke, like she gets it back off screen bc its a Kano Novel and then its implied she like shoplifted some food LMAO and then the shintaro confrontation is just written off as a funny bit i just UGH it should be a bigger deal that one of the main characters got her body back after 2 years but WHATEVER)

anyways. shintaro would go easy on takane especially when seeing how pathetic she looks trying to fix things with him and i think they have this sick sick sick she can fix me/i can fix him relationship where shintaro while wary of her at first, does fall in how comfortable it is to just rely on takane for everything and treats takane as a therapist while takane rejoices in not only still being in his life but being needed by him. ayano would be jealous of takane and goes to haruka like arent YOU jealous and haruka's like am i the only one seeing this is super just fucked up for both their mental healths especially takanes. haruka is not jealous of shintaro as much as hes kind of annoyed bc in the dynamic Shintaro is really the one indulging takane bc its comfortable for him. haruka probably tries talking to takane but its also difficult for him to call it out bc she sees how broken and nervous she is without knowing whats of shintaros life so its like. a whole thing. yuukei quartet relationship drama 4ever

#headcanons #ask tag #feel free ro talk to me more abt this bc i am insane over this one

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flower-zombie-rob · 11 months

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My guy you are not obligated to love your emotionally abusive mother and you are not a bad person for hating someone who mistreats you like that constantly.

In fact, thinking just bc she's your mother you're required to love and respect her is lowkey the abuse working on you. Don't let your brain wire itself that way. She's not entitled to your love, respect and obedience just bc she decided to push you out of her and you are not her personal dress-up doll. Fuck what she says about your hair and clothing choices, you're you, not whatever warped version of you she expects you to be.

And idk if she's aware you have RSD or a dif neurological disorder, but RSD is a common trait in neurodivergent people and if she's taking advantage of it knowingly, that's ableist as shit.

You don't owe her SHIT. You're valid the way you are and you have every right to hate someone who constantly tears you down, fucks with your emotions and self-image, acts entitled to your autonomy, and demands you take all of it with a smile. Fuck her dude. Don't let her convince you you're the problem.

I've been there with my dad in the past. I know the feel to a certain degree. It's a lot of mental gymnastics but if you keep rationalizing things and disregarding everything she says because YOU know you best, you'll come out of it a little less fucked up one day.

I really apreciate the kindness and support people have given me reguarding this. For most unaware, i do have self diagnosed adhd(educated guess, i just fit all the symptoms and it explains a lot of my life experiences. Am planning on trying to get a clinical diagnosis soon) and it causes me to have a lot of sensitivity to critisism and it causes a lot of self hatred. I have a lot of perfectionism and even though she's a really good parent and she loves and supports me some of the things she says as a very judgy person just hit me a lot in a very personal way. Shes not someone that takes critisism very well herself and because im non confrontational person i dont like to rock the boat. Shes not abusive, not at least the way i would consider emotional abuse, but i feel she does sometimes just not have this awareness of my senstitivity, especially when her critisisms are so often on the basis of me doing non-heteronormative things. Having an androgynous hairstyle, dying my hair colours she doesnt like, dressing in a way thats more conventionally too queer for her(even though she'd never word it like that) and the way she'll constantly encourage me to change who i am just really leads to self hatred. I wont do these things because they wont make me happy, but the critisisms lead to this sense of self hatred and self conciousness in moments where i once felt confident. An example of this is the robbie the zombie cosplay i did for comic con this weekend. I litterally chose the day where id wake up in a hotel and have time at the end of the day to change into something more normal that she wouldnt mind me wearing before i got home bevause i knew her first comment would be a critisism. She gets angry with me using a rude tone with her that I'm not aware I'm using simply because whenever she comes to talk to me I make the immediate assumption that she's going to say something that will feel like she's tearing me down. This perfectionism complex I have can lead to a lot of the things that she says just feeling like I'm not good enough for her. I'm planning on trying to work through it in therapy when I start it but it's just a general thing that I have to deal with in every once in a while it really hits me all-in-one go when I have multiple things stressing out. I don't think she's emotionally abusive and she really does look out for me and support me in so many ways, but it's just that with this aspect of our relationship she hasn't seemed to have reached that point where she allows me to have freedom of expression without any form of judgement from her. I'm trying to move on from it and soon enough when I get my own place or when I move out or when I get a partner or just a better support system and found family in general I won't have to feel so judged and consumed by what she wants for me. Until then it's just this rejection sensitivity thing that I'm going to have to work through and suffer with because of this major issue with criticism and perfection is and that I have for myself.

It's really sweet the amount of people on here that are really supporting me though and saying really sweet things about me. The way my mother reacts to my opinion on how I look makes me feel unattractive and ugly and like I would look better wearing things that I don't want to wear. When I post pictures of myself on here however people react to it in a way that makes me feel really good about myself and proves to me that her opinion is not the only one i should listen to. I'm still yet to sort this out with her because I don't like to confront her on this kind of thing. She reacts very viscerally and attends with me usually just feeling guilty and like a horrible person so until I can get past the way she manipulates my words during confrontations I'm just going to have to find myself some confidence in a place that isn't her and deal with the criticism.

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I personally encountered the opposite problem - there was an incident not long ago where some people who headcanoned Starscream (and several other characters) as transfem got really angry about people using she/her for Megatron, or saying Megs was a lesbian. Made me really sad :( . Whether it's Star, Megs, or any other character, it's saddening when people attack queer headcanons like that, and I'm sorry people said that about Star. like we're all trying to enjoy the same alien robots and the way we see ourselves in them, and even if we interpret them differently it shouldn't be hard to respect others interpretations

Even if I didn't see it happen, I 1000% believe it, because again, this fandom is really weird with hc characters as femme and like i said, a lot of people tend to project their own identities into characters and get really upset when feminity is something ascribed to a character in a non joking or nonsatrical manner.

(I remember some people were getting mad at Ratchet being seen or portrayed as a woman/transfem and having she/her pronouns by fans. )

i probably wasnt in the fandom during that, but i believe it. while i'd wanna say it was probably dudebros, i wouldn't be surprised if it was actually other queer people. the people who are angriest the most at femme starscream tend to be queer folks which are so jarring. It makes me happy to see that lesbian/fem megatron (and starscream) are overall so popular.

So it wouldn't surprise me if I saw those same arguments for Megatron if it was also queer people. but i could also see it being dudebros who know nothing about transformers past Michael bay's scrap metal grave yard.

But regarding fem megatron:

Twitter is really the place that introduced MEE to lesbian fem megatron, and i actually really like it. that is one thing that i like about some secs of fandom, that femininity and identity is not assigned to body type. and fem megatron is pretty and i love her. but it doesn't surprise me that people got offended by that.

and it's shocking (but not shocking) that there was a whole discourse over that.

When it comes to starscream, every so often, I see people really getting in their feels and really getting mad. I ever have come across people who are like 'block me if you use she/her pronouns for starscream', and that is just off putting and misogynistic, and i won't even go into why that is, especially when it's not harming anyone. and i do believe what you're saying about megatron too. he's also a character people tend to cling on to and heavily project on.

(wrt to megatron and starscream, it has made me sad to see some megatron fans say stuff like 'im tired of starscream being portrayed as feminine, it's time for megatron to be feminine and starscream to be masc'. it's not common, but i have seen some megatron fans upset that starscream is feminine and they are vocal about it, because megatron is not?? but it's also okay to want megatron to be feminine without shitting on feminine portrayals of starscream or acting like fem starscream compared to Megatron is bad. if it gets to you so much make them both feminine or just make megatron feminine and Starscream masc without having to shit on feminine portrayal of him. as someone who likes both characters that used to make me feel guilty. i know this wasn't 100% the point of this ask and sorry for derailing. i just assume if we're talking about both, then i wanted to share this. and it's sad because, i haven't ever actually seen any femme!starscream fans upset at femme megatron, in fact those are the ones who mostly make megatron femme. at least I'm thinking of a few )

i'm glad i don't see it happen often, but whenever it does, it's just really really...ugh.

And i agree too, we should all be able to enjoy our interpretations, especially when fem hcs (whether transfem, queer femme, etc.,) aren't the majority in fandom content at all. And like at the end of the day, if you don't like someones interpretation well, that's fine. what's not okay is being shitty and misogynistic toward people. and honestly, i do have to raise an eyebrow at people who are uncomfortable at fem/femme hcs for characters like starscream and megatron as well. that's just weird to me. there's never not going to be anything weird to me at people vocally hating to see characters being femme. and i don't mean genderbent in harmful, cis-heterenormative ways. i meann getting mad at queer people for making characters queer + fem.

And for me , personally, I always thought it was interesting for aliens to be fluent in their appearance, gender. they are literally alien beings so it's not like they'll have the same concept of gender. one of my personal hcs, especially for miners is that they're all inherently 'nonbinary' simply because when they were created, they didn't have the concept of gender. so sometimes they flip-flop with their genders. and i think stuff like that is just fun to explore.

#anyway #yeah #all hail lesbian she/her megatron #on twitter fem megatron is super popular #which makes me happy #fem stascream is also popular #clearly fem megatron and starscream are like minority hcs both here and tumblr #anyway time to draw both of them as lesbians

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Hello! I am here to inform you that I would happily read a 10 page essay about Alduin's Bane. Spoilers are a highlight. Your Elder Scrolls lore is incredible and I am frothing at the mouth for more.

oh man now i have decision paralysis i have so much to talk about given the fic is over 150k (somehow. i cant believe i wrote that much) uhhhhhh im just gonna give some bullet points of what i can think of

>originally was going to just be a oneshot centered around the past that would have been the first 3-ish chapters but i liked it so much i had continued it

>hell i had debated actually naming eyja or not for a while lol

>originally fengr wasn't going to be in the story, but i actually liked him the more i thought about him. he is supposed to be the archtypical box art "dragonborn" bethesda markets (except two handed weapons instead of dual wielding). i thought he made a good foil and could help drive some of the character development and give eyja more to connect her to the world and also because i wanted to use him as a foil for another character

>i did intend for sheogorath to be the champion of cyrodiil. not everyone agrees with this theory but i liked it. i also hope i did a better job making the quest more interesting. i was really proud of connecting the weird, seemingly disjointed dream world quests to our main character's psyche and problems rather than being just a cheap joke

>i also LOVE sanguine if you couldn't tell. writing him was some of my favorite stuff. genuine chaos and debauchery. he technically had the right idea

>i had a big plan in mind for a side plot where The Gang currently (fengr, serana, eyja, alduin) run into cicero and the listener who were tasked with assassinating the dragonborn and instead ask for their help to take down astrid who they know is planning on turning on them. this was going to lead to a full blown assassination of the current emperor, but for the life of me i couldn't think of a satisfactory way to connect the plot to the rest of the story without feeling like i was forcing a block through a circular hole so it has been indefinitely tabled. if it makes it back in the story then it does but so far i'm not planning on it. but if you're wondering what happened to our dear little jester he is off helping rebuild the dark brotherhood with his wood elf listener

>in my fic to be mentioned later alduin actually got so angry he ripped off solstheim as a provide from mainland skyrim and flung it off into the ocean during a big ass battle

>i remember some ppl saying alduin could be akin to shiva. whether or not you like this idea or think it is credible i was a lil inspired by the myths of sati and parvati in the loosest of ways

>im still very proud that i made bleakfalls barrow originally designed and built to be eyja's tomb. in functions VERY much as a tutorial dungeon in many aspects with like blatant plot hooks in the form of the dragon stone and word wall that we just dont see in other tombs. not to mention it is very large and in your face, something you expect to be of bigger importance, and delphine wanted the dragon stone for some unexplained reason, so. head dragon priest's tomb it is. but alduin wouldn't actually let her be buried there, which only lead to credence to the mainstream belief that konahrik had defected or betrayed alduin and he had killed her in a rage.

>how she got the mask i just realized i never explained. basically my bullshit reason was she owns the mask. the mask was sealed off to wait for a new owner if one ever came, and then was lost to time. dragon priests arent really supposed to "die" in my telling of events so she got the mask by wandering in and it opened up for her assuming she was the original owner here to claim it. it does not do this for literally anyone else

>alduin kind of fucking sucked at sex. i hint at this in several ways but in their first lifetime he just fucking sucked at it. i cannot fully stress how just bad and clumsy he was. this immortal dragon god of the end of time was a complete virgin and it showed. if it wasn't for the fact he was a god she adored i dont think eyja would have put up with it. but luckily she taught him better.

>they were together i estimate in the ballpark of 60 years prior to her being killed. a very fun time for the people of skyrim given alduin wasnt randomly flying overhead to munch on them

>i wanna work more on serana and alduin's dynamic bc i think it is very funny. she's gotten over her panic into just normal rational fear and questioning her sanity of "wait the actual dragon god??? thats who im traveling with????"

>as far as dragon priests knew it was an open secret eyja and alduin were fucking. the general public didnt know but most of the priests knew. and most of the dragons but they were more confused by the concept of actually having sex which seemed weird in general

actual big spoilers under the cut for people who dont wanna see:

>fengr is, in the next little mini arc we're about to do with curing lycanthrope, about to be revealed as also a dragonborn. i like to imagine that was akatosh's back up plan or something. i wont reveal all of what the revelation entails to keep that fun and exciting

>also to be mentioned: molag bal has beef with alduin and eyja because her mask is actually made of daedric ivory. alduin went "i need a cooler material for her mask to be made out of" and went all the way to a realm of oblivion to kill one of molag bal's big ass daedra. this has lead to much of molag bal's beef with dragons

>several members of the thalmor were investigating the masks (this is canon) and took a particular interest in both eyja's and the time traveling unnamed mask. this wooden mask alduin had made in hopes it could bring eyja back (it failed)

>back to the sati and parvati myths uhhhh part of that has translated to miraak and his motivations. i hope you didn't have "miraak is past life eyja's ex" on your bingo card because you will not be able to check that off. miraak was her father.

>in that regard i had to think a lot about how having kids would be handled by dragon priests. i dont see miraak actually raising any children he had, and he probably had a variety of concubines and wives to sleep with as i imagine most of the other dragon priests did, but no time to actually get attached. so she probably only had some status and little interactions with him prior to this, but boy was miraak mad he couldnt just use her influence for his own gain. idk if i will get to mention all this part in my fic lol

>finding out one of his kids actually inherited his abilities led him down the path to trying to understand what dragonborn were. he thought he was a strange, special existence, but finding out there were more people like him made him wanna find out how they worked. this also invariably led to him experimenting on several of eyja's multitude of half siblings that died prior to him getting his hands on her. also prob wont get to mention all this in the fic

>in this vein i had the idea to make vahlok eyja's other parent but i didn't think it did much for the story so. i might go in the way of "helpful mentor" or just that he didnt fucking suck

#i will add more as i think of them i just got off my work break #alduin #my fic #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #eyja

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