#Strong Answers

[mynacgroupllc]

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[carlyraejepsans]

people when toriel isn't the Perfect Mother Gentle Character Who Knows Exactly What Her Teenager Is Feeling and makes mistakes

toriel when she's a single mother who spends the entire day participating in her town's community life getting harassed by her ex or pushed to get back with him by her peers and ends up hanging out with the one guy treating her normally in their entire town, so she ditches church to spend some time with him and gets drunk for the first time in (likely) years

it's sad!! the end of chapter 4 is a really fucking sad scene, hilarious as it may be, because we know for a fact toriel's had to be the bigger person in her and asgore's rapport ever since they separated. as a character in hometown she's implicated in this extremely tangled web of social relations and painful drama going back years, that she needs something like this in her life. in a way, as the new guy in town completely unattached to its past, sans is a bit of a susie of her own. she needs this.

...and kris really, really doesn't.

[wishfulsketching]

Ambessa would make Vander more protective over the Lanes and she would also not shut about crushing Piltover with her help, how could Silco resist that?? Giant, muscular people arguing about revolution/kicking Pilties in the face? Oof, Silco, you are done for.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Only I Get to Lift You

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness

Summary: With TikTok supposedly on the verge of being banned, you’re determined to convince Paige to do the Jacked and Kind trend as a farewell. Paige refuses, saying she won’t even post her drafts, unlike the rest of your teammates. So, you ask someone else...

“C’mon, Paige, please?” I whined, leaning my full weight against her as we sat on the couch in her dorm.

Paige groaned, not even looking up from her phone. “Nope.”

I pouted. “It’s a farewell to TikTok. You have to do it with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything.”

“Paige—”

“No.”

I let out a dramatic sigh, flopping against her. “Everyone else has done it! Ice, Azzi, Sarah, Jana—”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t need to do it,” she cut in. “I don’t even post like that, Y/N. I have like… a hundred drafts, most are ads that having been set to drop yet.”

I gasped. “And you’re not gonna post the non ad drafts?!”

“Nope.”

I sat up, scandalized. “You’re the worst.”

She smirked. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”

I grumbled under my breath before pushing off the couch. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll just ask Jana.”

Paige quirked a brow. “Jana?”

“Yup,” I said, grabbing my phone. “She’s tall, she’s strong, and unlike some people, she actually likes to have fun.”

Paige snorted. “Go ahead then. Have fun.”

Oh, I would.

Convincing Jana had been way easier.

“You wanna do a TikTok trend with me?” she repeated after I explained.

I nodded. “Yeah, you just lift me on your shoulders for the ‘Jacked and Kind’ thing.”

She smiled. “Okay, sure.”

Easy.

Sarah started the music, and I grinned at the camera as we recorded.

Jana crouched, letting me carefully climb onto her shoulders. She stood with ease, my legs dangling as I gripped her head for balance.

Everything was going great—until I saw Paige standing across the gym, her arms crossed, staring hard.

I could tell exactly what was happening in that pretty little head of hers.

Something clicked.

Something possessive.

And suddenly, the video was no longer cute to her—it was personal.

The second I hopped off Jana’s shoulders, Paige was right there.

“Redo it.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

She gestured at my phone. “The TikTok. Redo it. With me.”

I stared at her for a second, then smirked. “Ohhh, now you wanna do it?”

Paige clenched her jaw. “Only I get to lift my girl on my shoulders. No one else.”

Azzi, Ice, and Sarah cackled in the background.

Jana, bless her heart, just looked amused. “I mean, I don’t mind—”

“No, you’re good,” Paige said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”

I bit back a laugh. “Oh, so when Jana does it, it’s a problem?”

“Yes,” Paige said without hesitation.

Sarah whistled. “Damn, she’s pressed.”

Paige ignored her, just crouching down. “C’mon, up you go. Alright, run it back,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, but agreed to letting etting Sarah re-start the sound. We waited for the sound to start playing.

Once the sound started playing Paige stood, her grip on my waist firm, like she needed to prove something.

I smiled as the song restarted, she lifted me up with ease. With me now resting on her shoulder, Paige smirked up at me, squeezing my calves. “Now it’s cute.”

I laughed, shaking my head. This girl was ridiculous.

But, honestly? I loved her for it.

The second I posted the TikTok, I knew it was over for Paige.

The comments were rolling in within seconds:

@paige4mvp: “FINALLY she did the trend, took her long enough ”

@wnbabuckets: “Paige, just go ahead and clean out those drafts while you’re at it.”

@uconnfancam: “Bueckers, drop the drafts, we BEG.”

I scrolled through the flood of replies, laughing to myself as I sat on the couch. Paige, who was sprawled across my lap, raised an eyebrow at my amusement. “What’s so funny?”

I turned my phone toward her, showing the endless comments demanding that she post the TikToks she had sitting in her drafts.

Paige groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Ma, I told you they were gonna start on me the second you posted it.”

I smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. “Well, maybe if you actually posted anything instead of letting your drafts collect dust, they wouldn’t be on your ass like this.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t even have that many—”

“Paige, you have like 105, and I'm pretty sure 50% of em are yet to be released ads and sponsors.”

She sat up, giving me a look. “How do you even know that?”

I gave her an innocent smile. “I may or may not have taken a little peek while you were editing our video.”

Paige groaned again, flopping dramatically against me. “You’re the worst.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And yet, you still love me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Whatever, you say baby.”

A few hours later kk had convinced me to do a TikTok Live with her

“Alright, y’all, what’s up?”

I grinned at the screen as KK adjusted the phone, setting up the TikTok Live. The chat was already moving at lightning speed, comments rolling in about the Jacked and Kind TikTok.

@paigeismybabymama: “Y/N, YOU SNAPPED WITH THAT POST ”

@kkfanclub: “KK AND Y/N?? ELITE LIVEEEEEE”

@paigeslockscreen: “Where’s Bueckers?? She still hiding from the comments??”

I laughed as KK read that one out loud. “Nah, she and Jana are building something new once again. Probably about to break our damn apartment, from the way they are yelling at each other.”

The camera shifted slightly, showing Paige and Jana sitting on the floor, surrounded by wooden planks and an instruction manual that Jana is reading out loud only for paige to tell her to slow down or she's not making any sense.

KK snickered, before adding fuel to the fire. “Hey, P boogers! The chat said you need to come out of hiding and post your drafts.”

Paige didn’t even look up. “Tell them to mind their business.”

I smirked, leaning toward the phone. “Y’all heard her—keep commenting about it.”

More comments flooded in instantly.

@nukebueckers:“POST THE DRAFTS, PAIGE. STOP PLAYIN.”

@wnbawatchparty: “NAH, WE AIN’T LETTING THIS GO.”

Paige sighed dramatically, setting down the drill and turning toward me. “Y/N, baby, you’re supposed to have my back.”

I gave her an innocent shrug. “I am. I just think you should give the people what they want. Cause its also what I want”

She squinted at me, then at the phone. Then, with a mischievous grin, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

The chat immediately went wild.

@paigebiceps:“NAH WAIT WHY IS SHE BUILT LIKE THAT”

@fypuconn:“PAIGE IN THE SPORTS BRA AND GREEN PJS HELLO????”

@wnbabuckets: “IS SHE ABOUT TO DO A TIKTOK ON LIVE???”

I raised an eyebrow as Paige walked over to me, now standing directly behind the couch. She leaned down, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna put on show for TikTok, baby?”

I smirked before turning to look at her. “You trying to redeem yourself?”

She grinned, kissing my cheek. “Something like that.”

The chat was moving way too fast now.

@paigefanclub: “SHE CALLED HER BABY AGAIN BYEEEE”

@jukebueckers: “NOT HER BEING ALL FLIRTY ON LIVE—”

@y/nnation: “SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS”

KK, who had been watching with amusement, shook her head. “Nah, this is actually crazy. Go ahead, do the trend again, since Paige wanna prove something.”

Jana, who was still trying to assemble the furniture, looked up and smirked. “Oh, this I gotta see.”

“Alright, P baby. You ready?” I say as I stood up going to stand in the middle of the floor.

She smirked. “Always, ma.”

Paige stretched again, showing off just enough muscle to make the chat go feral. Then, with zero hesitation, she reached down and grabbed my waist.

I let out a small yelp as she lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto her shoulders like it was nothing.

The chat? Absolutely losing its mind.

@paigeisstrong: “I KNEW SHE WAS STRONG BUT DAMN”

@y/nluver:“THE WAY SHE JUST PICKED HER UP LIKE THAT—”

@uconnfans:“OH SHE OWNS YOU FR”

I laughed, holding onto Paige’s head for balance.

The two of us did the trend flawlessly, Paige flexing way more than necessary, making sure to show off just how effortlessly she could hold me up.

As soon as we both finished, she had a menacing idea to toss me back down onto the couch. Letting out a yelp, as I landed on the couch I sat up only for Paige to put me in her lap. Her hands lingering on my waist as she pulled me close. “That good enough for y’all?” she teased the camera.

The chat was a mess.

@fypnation: “PAIGE JUST BE LIFTING READER LIKE A FEATHER, HUH?”

@wnbastans:“THE WAY SHE HOLDS HER???? THIS AINT EVEN FAIR”

@paigebucketsss: “YEAH OKAY, THEY’RE IN LOVE. WE GET IT.”

I grinned, leaning into Paige. “See? Was that so bad?”

She hummed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Not if I get to do it with you.”

KK gagged in the background. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Y’all got the people going insane.”

Jana, still struggling with the furniture, snorted. “At least someone’s getting something done today. Paige please come finish helping me.”

Paige just smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is… I should post at least one?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Paige, just post your damn drafts already, and go help Jan.”

She sighed, pretending to think. “Ehh… maybe I’ll just keep making y’all wait, and fine give me the drill,”

The chat lost it again.

And I just shook my head, knowing damn well she was never gonna let this joke die, or post them damn tiktoks.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[aeralux]

jace is sloppy and messy when he fucks btw he’s spitting on your pussy and moaning into you jfc

Warning: smut 18+; p in v; sloppy sex; breeding kink; creampie

Jacaerys flipped you over onto your back, positioning himself between your spread thighs. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as he notched the thick head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

With a low, animalistic growl, he thrust forward, sinking into your tight heat in one hard, deep stroke. He threw his head back, groaning at the exquisite sensation of your walls gripping him like a vice.

“Fuuuuck... you're so fucking tight,” he grunted, his hips already starting to move, to thrust into you with a desperate, needy rhythm. “So fucking perfect...”

He leaned down to capture your mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste you as he fucked you hard and fast. He could feel his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room.

He reached down to thumb at your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. He could feel you clenching around him, your body responding to his touch, to his cock splitting you open.

“Come on, baby... scream for me,” he growled against your lips, his hips never faltering in their desperate rhythm. “Let me hear how good it feels to have my cock buried inside this sweet cunt.

You went cross-eyed as Jacaerys's massive cock speared into you, your mind short-circuiting from the intensity. "Y-yesss!!" You wailed, back arching off the bed as you focused solely on the delicious sensation of his cock stretching your walls.

With each brutal, deep thrust, a whorish moan tore from your throat. "Ah, ah, ah!!" Your eyes rolled back in your head, fluttering as you felt him pounding nearly against your cervix.

"F-fuuuck, you're s-splitting me in half!" You gasped out, your nails raking down his back. Pleasure like you’d never known consumed you, your pussy clenching greedily around his plundering cock. The obscene squelch of him fucking into your soaked cunt filled the room. Plap, plap, plap…

Jacaerys's eyes locked onto the obscene sight of his thick cock disappearing into your dripping cunt with each brutal thrust, watching as he stretched you wide around his girth. He let out a desperate, whiny moan at the erotic image, feeling his balls draw up tight at the base of his shaft.

“Yes, fuck... look at how well you take my cock,” he gasped out, one hand snaking down to grip the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up higher around his waist as he leaned in closer. “Your hungry little pussy is swallowing me whole, like it was made just for me...”

He leaned down and spat crudely onto your clit, watching as the saliva mixed with your arousal, making the apex of your sex even slicker, even messier as he fucked into you hard and fast. The wet, sloppy sounds of his hips slapping against yours filled the room, punctuated by his whiny moans and the creaking of the bed frame.

“You feel so fucking good, baby... so perfect and tight... I can't get enough... can't stop... fuck... I'm going to fill this greedy cunt with my cum... pump you full... flood this pussy until it's dripping out of you... Fuuuck!”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucked into you like a wild dog. Each snap of his hips pushed you further up the bed, your tits bouncing with each impact.

He reached down to squeeze your clit hard, pinching the sensitive nub between his fingers as he rutted into you like a man possessed. Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a desperate snarl against your skin. “Please come all over me…”

He could feel his climax building fast, his shaft pulsing and throbbing deep inside your clutching heat. With a roar, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of his hot seed erupt from his cock, painting your insides white.

Jacaerys threw his head back, his muscular body convulsing above you as he emptied his heavy, aching balls deep inside your spasming cunt. Jet after jet of his potent, virile cum pumped into you, your belly starts to swell slightly with the sheer volume of his release.

"Fuuuuck, yes... take it all, my little princess," he moaned raggedly, grinding his spurting cock against your cervix as he filled you to the brim with his essence. "I want to see it leaking out of this tight cunt when I pull out..."

He collapsed on top of you, hips still twitching and jerking slightly as the last weak spurts of his orgasm dribbled into your thoroughly used, messy pussy. He peppered your face and neck with soft kisses, still panting harshly from the intensity of his climax.

"Such a good girl..." he murmured, nuzzling under your jaw. "My good girl... all full of my cum now..."

His hand slid down to scoop some of the excess seed dripping from your stretched hole, pushing it back inside you possessively. "Mmmm... I could get used to this... to ruining this perfect pussy every single day until it's constantly dripping with my seed..."

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Is there a lore reason vampire fiddleford wears stereotypical vampire clothes or is he just Silly Like That /genq /pos

Yes, lore reason!!! That actually probably won't come up in the comic, so I'll answer it here!!

Fidds was actually wearing it for a vampire "meeting"!! Yess, he has been a vampire for a while, and he doesn't particularly like it, but he has to participate in vampire culture 🙏 And y'know, you have to dress up for those things. Stan just caught him at a bad time, he usually doesn't wear stuff like that!!!

So when he said costume party, it wasn't that much of a lie, who would've figured!!

[allimili]

The beasts trying to "corrupt" y/n

I cant help but think of the opposite lmao

[rakiah]

Think about this: Vil telling Jack and Epel about their dad, the King, the hero who fights monsters, the wonderful husband and father. Both dreaming about who their dad is and all the adventures they want to go on to be like him ("Legendary")

Then they finally see him after all those years, their Dad, what is that reunion like?

Of course it’s what’s happening in Ithaca while the said husband tries to get home in one piece <3

But for the reunion, you will have to wait the Ithaca part (*´꒳`*)

And adding @themaladaptivewriter12 ask here too!

Indeed, they’ll be both in Fight Little Wolf and Legendary ~ They both strongly look up to Leona and easily bark are hotheaded after all! Wait and see ~

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

[gingersnapwolves]

For any wondering what just happened, here's the simplified version:

Step one: Trump says we should ban TikTok "because it's owned by China"

Step two: a bipartisan bill passes to ban it unless it sells out majority shares to an American company

Step three: Supreme Court upholds ban citing national security

Step four: Tiktok goes dark for JUST long enough for people to be upset about it

Step five: Trump vows he'll save Tiktok once he takes office

Step six: Tiktok posts an ad for beloved Trump fixing the issue and comes back online

Step seven: Everyone loves Trump for bringing back TikTok despite him being the one to originally introduce the concept of a ban

Step eight, presumptive: Meta takes a majority stake of ByteDance, bypassing the issue, and will own Tiktok

Step nine, definite: fucking profit

On the one hand, as a nation we are deeply unserious people, but on the other hand, ALL DEMOCRATS HAD TO DO TO AVOID THIS WAS NOT FUCKING BAN TIKTOK IN THE FIRST PLACE

I swear to God as a lifelong Democrat this party is just that gif of Sideshow Bob stepping on a rake and taking it in the face on a loop

[wishfulsketching]

Sometimes you guys send me asks that would traumatize this man in ways that would even shadow Vander's best efforts

Keep 'em coming!

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Role Reversal

Pairing: Sarah Strong x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: don’t hide being sick… it’s not a good look and the roles are reversed

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @shikaizer

I’ve always been good at pushing through. That’s just part of the job, really—showing up, staying sharp, and putting everyone else first. My head could be splitting and I’d still tape ankles, ice knees, organize water bottles in perfect rows. That’s just how it goes when you’re a student trainer.

Especially when you’re dating one of the players.

But this time? Yeah. This time was different.

I’d felt it creeping in the night before—a weird ache in my shoulders, my throat dry no matter how much water I chugged. I chalked it up to stress. Finals were eating me alive, sleep was a luxury I hadn’t afforded myself in days, and I had way too many recovery sessions to schedule for the team.

So I told myself it wasn’t anything serious. I had stuff to do. Sarah would worry if I even mentioned feeling off, and the last thing I wanted was her fretting before practice.

Except… I dozed off during warmups. Like, literally on the bench with a roll of tape still in my hand. Only for a minute—but still.

Paige joked about it when she noticed. “You good, doc? Or you tryna sneak a nap mid-drill?”

I laughed it off. “Just finals week chaos. I’m running on fumes.”

Which was technically true. But also a lie.

By the time recovery started, I was dragging my feet, even while icing down Azzi’s knee and handing Jana her shoulder bands. My head was buzzing, my skin was cold even though I could feel heat pulsing beneath the surface. But I kept smiling, kept moving.

Until I didn’t.

I was kneeling by Paige, about to tape her left ankle like I had a hundred times before, and the next thing I knew—I blinked, and everything tilted sideways. My hand slipped. The room swam. I didn’t even notice I’d dozed off again until—

“Hey.” A familiar voice, soft but firm.

I blinked groggily, feeling a gentle touch on my cheek. That warmth. That hand. Sarah.

“Babe?” she said, crouched next to me, her brows furrowed with that mix of concern and frustration she saved just for me when I did something reckless.

“I—I wasn’t—” I jerked upright, flustered, eyes wide. “I’m fine. I just—lost track of time.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, her fingers lingered at my temple, then slowly shifted to my forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

“What? No. I’m cold, Sarah. What are you talking about?” I tried to smile, like maybe that’d make it believable. My arms crossed over my chest, trying to stop the way I was shivering now.

Paige was watching us, half-laced sneaker still in her hand. “Wait—are you okay? You were literally falling asleep mid-tape job.”

“I can finish,” I muttered, grabbing the roll of pre-wrap and finishing the wrap around her ankle with shaky fingers. “See? Done. No big deal.”

Sarah wasn’t convinced. At all.

“I’m getting the thermometer,” she muttered, already rising and heading to the supply cabinet.

“Sarah—”

“Nope,” she cut me off. “Don’t even argue.”

I looked at Paige, hoping for backup, but she just raised her hands.

“She’s got that look, bro. You’re done for.”

I sighed, slumping slightly as Sarah returned, sliding a fresh thermometer cover on with practiced ease. I hated this. Being the one on the wrong side of the trainer’s table. But I let her put it under my tongue, let it beep after a long twenty seconds, and watched her face tighten as she read the number.

“101.2,” she said, her voice low. Not quite scolding, but definitely not pleased.

I gave her a half-hearted shrug. “That’s not that high.”

She stared at me like I’d grown another head.

“Okay. Get on the table. Now.”

“I’m not—”

“Now.”

I didn’t argue this time.

She helped me up gently, her hands at my waist like she was afraid I’d collapse. I sat on the edge of the PT table, legs swinging, and she immediately grabbed one of the fluffy towels we usually used to prop up limbs and draped it over my shoulders.

“I’m not gonna break,” I muttered, trying to sound normal.

“You nearly passed out on Paige,” she said flatly. “You were literally burning up and shivering at the same time. You are not okay.”

I looked at her—really looked at her. The tightness in her jaw. The worry in her eyes. And suddenly, all the fight went out of me.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” I admitted softly. “You’ve got practice, film, lifts. I just—I thought it’d pass.”

Sarah stepped between my knees, resting her hands on my thighs, her voice gentler now. “Babe. I want to know when you’re not okay. That’s the deal, remember?”

“I didn’t wanna seem weak.”

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to mine despite the fever, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re the strongest person I know. But even the strong ones need to rest.”

I blinked quickly, throat tightening in a different way now. “It just got so bad so fast. I thought it was stress at first.”

“Okay. Well, now it’s me stressing,” she said, stepping back and grabbing her phone. “I’m texting Coach that I’m taking you home.”

“No, Sarah—practice—”

“You think I’m gonna run pick-and-rolls while my girlfriend is melting into the PT table with a fever? Not a chance.”

“Wait,” Paige called from across the room. “Do I get credit for letting her almost pass out on me? That’s worth at least half an assist, right?”

Sarah gave her a look that could’ve frozen water.

“Cool, cool, I’ll shut up.”

She helped me off the table slowly, arm around my waist. Everything hurt. My head, my back, my pride. But having her there—steady and warm and fierce—made me feel a little better already.

“I can walk, you know,” I said as we left the recovery room.

“Sure you can. Right after you sleep for fourteen hours, hydrate like crazy, and take some damn medicine.”

“You sound like me.”

She grinned. “Role reversal, huh?”

By the time we got to my dorm, I was shivering again. Sarah wrapped me in two of my blankets, tucked me in like I was some fragile glass, and propped my pillows up so I could breathe easier. She brought me water, Tylenol, and one of her oversized hoodies because “you get my germs anyway, might as well be warm doing it.”

I drifted off at some point, waking up a few hours later to find her sitting on my desk chair, one knee bouncing, watching me like a hawk.

“How long was I out?”

“Three hours.”

“Did you nap?”

“Nope.”

“Sarah—”

“I didn’t want you to wake up alone,” she said simply.

God. She’s so annoying when she’s sweet like this. Because then I get all emotional and soft and mushy and—

“I love you,” I blurted out.

She blinked, then smiled, slow and real. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Even if you’re bossy and dramatic and overprotective.”

“You forgot ‘incredibly hot and caring.’”

I smiled weakly. “That too.”

She got up and sat beside me on the bed, brushing my hair off my forehead.

“You gonna let me take care of you now?” she asked.

I nodded, finally letting myself sink into the pillows. “Yeah. I think I could use the break.”

She kissed my forehead—gently, but still warm even through the fever.

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

I woke up to the feeling of fingers combing gently through my hair and the quiet hum of something playing on my laptop speakers. My head didn’t feel like it was full of wet cement anymore, which was already a win. The fever had broken sometime overnight, but my body still felt like it had been steamrolled by a semi.

“You awake?” Sarah’s voice was soft, like she didn’t want to pull me too far out of the comfort zone she’d carefully wrapped around me.

“Mhm.” I didn’t open my eyes yet. “Didn’t I say you could go back to your room?”

She snorted. “Yeah, and I pretended to agree. Classic misdirection.”

I cracked an eye open to find her sitting cross-legged beside me, wearing my hoodie now, her face bare and beautiful and impossibly close.

“You stayed.”

“Of course I stayed. You were all fever-sweaty and sad and sniffling in your sleep. I wasn’t just gonna leave you.”

My cheeks flushed. “I was sniffling?”

She grinned. “Like a baby koala.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“That’s adorable.”

I rolled onto my side with a groan and immediately felt her pull the blanket back over my shoulder. She’d kept me wrapped up like a burrito for the last twenty-four hours, only unpeeling me for meds, tea, and the occasional snack. I’d protested at first—told her she should focus on practice and sleep in her own bed—but the truth was? I hadn’t wanted her to leave either.

“You didn’t miss anything important?” I mumbled into the pillow.

She shrugged. “Coach gave me a ‘family care’ pass. Paige may or may not have exaggerated how bad you looked.”

I groaned again.

“Quote: ‘She was melting, Coach. Her bones looked tired.’”

I laughed weakly. “God, she’s never gonna let me live this down.”

“Nope,” Sarah agreed. “But I’ll make her run suicides in practice for it.”

“Please do.”

She reached over and grabbed the thermometer off my desk. “Wanna check one more time?”

I sighed dramatically. “You do realize you’ve taken my temperature like twenty times in the last day, right?”

“And I’ll take it twenty more if I have to.”

She held it up expectantly, and I opened my mouth with mock reluctance.

Beep.

Sarah pulled it out, read it, and her whole face softened with relief. “98.6.”

“Normal,” I confirmed, yawning.

“You’ve been fever-free for twenty-four hours.”

“Back to the land of the living.”

She grinned and collapsed beside me, resting her head against my shoulder. “No more pretending to be okay when you’re clearly not, though.”

“Noted.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

She went quiet for a second, fingers drawing little circles on the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

“You scared me,” she admitted.

I turned my head to look at her. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re used to being the one who helps everyone else. But you’re allowed to ask for help, too. You don’t have to be perfect all the time.”

“I just didn’t want to take up space.”

Sarah looked up at me then—really looked—and said, “You’re not taking up space. You are my space.”

My heart tripped over itself. I blinked hard. “You have to stop saying things like that when I’m all emotionally compromised from NyQuil.”

“Nope. Prime soft moment farming.”

“You’re evil.”

“Yep.”

She cuddled closer and buried her face against my neck, her warmth finally soothing instead of smothering.

We stayed like that for a while. Quiet. Still. No pressure. Just us.

The next morning, Sarah made me eat oatmeal, even though I begged for pancakes. She bribed me with half a strawberry Pop-Tart and a forehead kiss.

By day two of being fever-free, I was actually feeling human again. I wasn’t 100%, but I could walk without swaying and didn’t feel like I was vibrating from chills anymore. Sarah, however, was in full “clingy recovery nurse” mode.

“No heavy lifting.”

“I’m literally lifting a Gatorade bottle.”

“No running.”

“I’m walking across the court.”

“No climbing ladders!”

“Who climbs ladders at practice?”

“I don’t know! Just don’t!”

I wasn’t even mad about it. She kept showing up to check on me between drills and would sneak me granola bars when she thought the coaches weren’t looking. At one point, Paige caught her tucking my scarf tighter and raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, Florence Nightingale.”

Sarah stuck her tongue out. “You let her fall asleep while taping your foot.”

“…She did finish the wrap, though. Gotta give her that.”

The next day, I finally returned to full duties—trainer shirt tucked in, water bottles lined up, clipboard under my arm like nothing had happened.

But everyone noticed.

Azzi gave me a granola bar and said, “Try not to pass out on me.”

Nika gave me an extra long side-hug.

And Paige? She lifted her socked foot and said, “Do your worst, sleepy doc.”

I grinned. “You gonna start requesting fever naps with every wrap now?”

“Depends. You still dating Nurse Sarah?”

“She’s got me on a multi-vitamin schedule now.”

“Damn. True love.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and handed me the roll of pre-wrap. “You tell anyone I teared up watching you drink Pedialyte and I’m breaking up with you.”

I smiled and kissed her cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

That night, we curled up in her dorm—her turn to be the big spoon, her hoodie soft against my back, the low hum of “New Girl” playing on the TV. I felt warm. Not fever-warm. Safe-warm.

She buried her face in my shoulder and whispered, “You scared me, you know.”

“You told me already.”

“Still true.”

I reached back to hold her hand. “Next time I’m even a little off, I’ll tell you.”

She squeezed. “Good.”

“And you’ll still stay with me and baby me and feed me Pop-Tarts, right?”

“Only if you promise not to flirt with Paige while taping her ankles.”

“She’s not my type. She’s too…blonde.”

Sarah pulled the blanket over us. “Okay, now I know you’re still delirious.”

I laughed, and she kissed the back of my neck, her voice warm and sleepy behind me.

“I’m glad you’re okay, babe.”

Me too.

After a few episodes of New Girl and some lazy makeout sessions in between, I stretched and groaned, shifting under the blanket.

“My back’s starting to feel like I’ve been flattened by a textbook,” I mumbled.

Sarah peeked over my shoulder. “We’ve been in bed for almost two days straight. You’re probably turning into a pillow.”

“You trying to say I’m soft?”

“I’m saying you’re overdue for a change of scenery.”

I rolled over, facing her with a teasing smile. “Are you breaking up with the bed?”

“Don’t make this harder than it already is,” she grinned. “But yes. Come on. Let’s migrate.”

I groaned dramatically, but she was already crawling over me to grab the blanket. I reluctantly followed, legs wobbly but steadier now. She made it halfway to the couch before turning around and marching back.

“You forgot the Pop-Tarts,” I said.

“I forgot you,” she replied, scooping me up around the waist and walking us both over like we were doing a three-legged race. “Can’t have my patient overexerting.”

“Your patient’s about to launch you off this couch.”

We flopped down onto the cushions, tangled limbs and all, the blanket re-wrapped around us like it never left. The afternoon sun filtered through the window, warm and soft, and the couch cushions were just firm enough to feel new and comforting.

Sarah pulled the throw pillow behind my head and nestled in beside me, resting her head on my chest this time.

“Better?” she asked.

“Perfect,” I said, carding my fingers through her hair. “Couch days should be a thing even when I’m not on death’s door.”

“I vote yes.”

We didn’t even bother turning the TV back on. Just laid there—quiet, content, wrapped up in each other and the silence that didn’t need to be filled.

She drew lazy circles on my arm, and I could feel the rhythm of her breathing start to sync with mine. My body still ached in places, but in that moment, I felt completely healed.

Not just because my fever broke.

But because she stayed.

And because even after the worst sick days, we always found our way back to the couch. Just because.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[thewritetofreespeech]

kinktober: frottage

tags: frottage, making out, secret relationship, targaryen incest [aemond/rhaenyra's daughter], immense pinning by aemond

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“Where is Aemond?”

“I do not know your grace,” Larys replied. Remaining calm in the Queens frustration. She had been hunting for her middle son for hours, and he was no where to be found. “I have checked with the guards and sentries, and no one has seen him leave by Vahgar or horse.”

“So, he must still be in the city.” Alicent deduced. Hoping he was still in the castle as well. “The conclave starts soon, and we need…a united front for the court.” The plan to weave her family’s place to the crown was to start today. First, but claiming Driftmark back from Rhaenyra's brood. Then, with them illegitimized, start making the case that Aegon should be king. “He knows how important today is. How could he do this to me?!”

“The prince is nothing but a servant to duty.” Larys assured her. He may not see eye-to-eye with the prince, at least with the one he had left, but the Lord did respect that he seemed committed to his family and their goal. “I’m sure he will come out of hiding eventually.”

In a further, deeper part of the castle, indeed hidden away from all those who had not truly explored it, Aemond laid sequestered with his maiden. Marveling at her beauty in the low light between kisses. Beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck from the warmth of the candles in the small space and their hot, panting breath. Bucking against each other with soft gasps & grunts in the nest he had built for them

“We have to go.” His lady insisted. For the umpteenth time, yet neither one of them had made a legitimate effort to move.

“No, no. Not yet.”

Aemond didn’t want to go back to the ‘real world’. A world where his family and hers were fighting. Where the rift between them seemed to grow every day. Separating them. Lines in the sand now a chasm that seemed impossible to overcome.

He also knew what was to happen today to Rhaenyra's bastards, and that she might not forgive him for his part in the plot of disinheriting her brothers. Aemond wanted to stay here a little longer, where she wouldn’t be mad at him.

“People will be looking for us.” She told him as he moved to her neck, which was freely given.

“They’ll never find us.” It had taken him years to find this place and even then it had been difficult to remember where the opening was until he had committed it to memory.

“Oh yes. Because you’re so clever. Ow!” His lady yipped but then moaned when he bit at her neck. A true Targaryen. Wanting a little pain with her pleasure.

“We should just leave and never come back.”

He’d made the offer before. To take their dragons and ride until they reach new land. Conquer it like their ancestors. Build a new kingdom, instead of being stuck in this conflicting one.

Yet, every time, she just laughed it off as a joke like she did now. Not realizing the seriousness of how much he wanted to leave, and never come back, and just be the two of them in the world. “You would miss the tarts too much if we left. Come on. Let’s get going.”

Aemond finally let her go, though disappointed about it, and let her right herself.

In the right light, her mused hair and clothes looked like she had been riding. No one would think where Rhaenyra's Targaryen jewel had truly been. In the arms of her scorned, much less beloved uncle. His cock throbbed in his breeches. Desperate to make her truly his, but he would not take such liberties. Aemond would not tarnish their jewel nor besmirch her honor. He loved her too much for that. That’s why he wanted her to run away with him, so they could be together. Growing up in a world beloved & adored, she does not see that her parents will never allow them to marry. Never allow them to be happy. Their jewel will be given to someone politically inclined to help secure her mother’s place on the throne, and Aemond would be unhappy & unfulfilled.

He would join the Watch before he call anyone but her wife.

Righted and upright, Aemond tucked a lock of silver behind her ear. Marveling at the affection reflected in her eyes. “Will you see me later? After the conclave?”

“Of course.” She told him. Her earnest something he wanted to hold on to. “Here, or somewhere else before dinner?”

“Here.” Where he could pretend. And if he spoke his words sweet enough maybe she would take him up on his offer to finally run away.

They exit their nook and depart. Her back to her family and Aemond to his. His mother found him readily enough, given how frantically at this point she had been looking for him, and asked where he had been.

“Day dreaming.” Was all he told her. It was a peculiarly enough answer that it halted all further questions from his mother and left him to get ready for the meeting.

After today, his daydreams where all he might have left. Let him keep them for a little while longer at least.

[sugurizz]

I'm going FUCKING INSANE

Anyway have a good day sjwujw

One day it'll be our legs on his shoulders bestie don't give up hang in there 🥲💪🏼