#or how colour correcting is supposed to work

[randum-famdoms]

A diatribe on wig styling

So, note to self: always cut wigs on MY head and not a styrofoam mannequin head. Things look a lot longer on the mannequin, turns out. (Ignore the mess in the background)

Like. wtf. I have a pretty average head, if a bit small even. I’ve never ever found a hat too small for me unless it was designed for literal children. Usually I fit every hat I’ve put on, or it’s too big. More often than not, I have to tighten baseball hats and the like.

And yet this mannequin head that was the same size as all the others in the store is NOTICEABLY smaller than my head, and as a result the wig is wayyy too short. Like it doesn’t look *bad* but it doesn’t look all that much like Kaminari imo. Maybe one day when I start going to conventions regularly (or at all tbh) I’ll make a new wig for this cosplay (for the third time lol)

I’m waiting on my mom to send me the photos she took of me in my full cosplay, since she has a wayyy better camera than me (she’s got the newest iPhone and I don’t even have night mode lol) and therefore took all the pictures. Once I have those I’ll make an actual Halloween cosplay post, but for now you just get me complaining about mannequin heads being completely ill suited for like, every single person. I mean seriously, when it’s too small to be a serviceable stand-in for my slightly smaller than average head, it is too small for at least 60% of people out there. The whole point is that I don’t have to worry about accidentally cutting myself or fucking up the back while attempting to cut a wig on my own head, and it can’t even do THAT right.

It’s the same head as what I used with my akira and Nagito cosplays, but I didn’t really notice with those because they’re either too short or too long to be all that noticeable respectively. But Kaminari is solidly in the medium length club, so. Yeah.

I probably would’ve redone this wig one day regardless, because I could not for the life of me figure out how to replicate his bangs in a way that looks at all good/accurate. I mean honestly, they defy gravity with the way they sort of fold up at the base and they also look different in every fucking photo of him. It is maddening. It doesn’t help at all that the only reference I could find of the back of his head was a of fucking FIGURINE. I didn’t feel like watching the anime trying to find a good reference frame this time, but maybe I’ll do that one day. Who knows.

I really hate styling wigs. so much. It’s the worst. YouTube tutorials make it look so easy and theirs are all so smooth and voluminous and mine always turn out looking like they got attacked by a particularly pissed off rat. And the spikes always slowly come apart at the ends. And I can’t get them to actually be cool shapes, or straight. They’re always at least a bit curved. Not to mention the insanity that is trying to make them uniform in size. And I can never get the damn head to stay in one place. I’ve tried duck taping it to the table, or gripping it with my knows or thighs, or holding it with one hand while styling using the other, and none of it is particularly Good. Yes yes there are stands for this sort of thing and the head has a hole in the bottom for a reason, I AM AWARE. But do I *look* like I have that kind of money??? All I’m asking is for a wig head that is weighted, preferably with little arms at the bottom to keep it stead on a table. For a reasonable price. I could go on ranting and complaining for fucking ever, but it’s probably getting old.

Anyway, tl;dr: wig heads are too small and wig styling sucks and the full cosplay will be posted sometime soon. Happy belated Halloween.

[antl3rqueen]

18+ sub!ellie accidental text

ellie was sitting on her bed playing video games on her ps4 when she heard her phone ding with a text notification. she paused her game and picked up her phone, her eyes widening as she opened your text.

it was a photo of you. in the photo you had the camera facing a mirror with your whole body on display. you were wearing nothing but your underwear, lacy underwear may i add.

ellie’s cheeks immediately flushed a light shade of red, a warmth settling in her lower stomach as she gawked at the photo you had sent her. this must've been an accidental send. maybe you had sent it to the wrong contact because you guys had only interacted a few times to work on a project together last semester. you weren't even friends.

you: ohmygod ellie i didn’t mean to send this to you-

ellie had been correct. you hadn't meant to send her a photo of you in your underwear but now that she had seen it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it… about you. she couldn't stop staring at your delicious thighs or the way the red material complimented your skin colour perfectly. she could've sworn that you had been sculpted by aphrodite herself.

ellie: its okay... nice underwear.

ellie couldn't help but compliment you. the picture you had sent her had shifted her focus away from the game she was supposed to be playing, she was now focused on you only. ellie lay back on her bed and tugged her joggers down, leaving her in a pair of boxers and her shirt. she knew she shouldn't be doing this, she knew she should probably feel ashamed because the photo was meant for someone else's eyes and not hers but she just couldn't help herself.

ellie grabbed her phone and lifted her shirt, showcasing her abs for you. she silently praised herself for working on her abs as much as she did whenever she could be bothered to go to the gym. she took several photos and sent the best-looking one to you.

ellie: now we're even

ellie could see that you had seen her message but you didn't seem to be responding. several minutes had passed and ellie had wondered if she had maybe gone too far, she was starting to get a little worried. she was about to send you a string of apologies before her phone dinged again.

you: nice abs williams ;)

another notification from you and this time you had sent her a video. ellie felt utterly excited as she pressed the play button, your soft voice ringing through her phone speaker.

"hey, this wasn't how I thought this night would be going but... I'm so horny and I think you can help with that." ellie watches as you pan the camera down, your fingers spreading your pussy lips open for her to see. "you see that, els? i'm so wet. you did that to me." you sink two fingers into your sopping hole, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel the pleasurable feeling overwhelm your senses. "mmmm, wish it was your fingers... your abs are so sexy, ellie."

ellie scrambled out of her boxers as quickly as she could, her own fingers slipping inside of herself, mirroring your actions. it made her so unbelievably wet to hear you praise her abs, to hear you call her sexy.

she wanted to feel what you were feeling right now. ellie took immense pleasure in knowing you were both touching yourself together, even if it was through a screen. if only you could see the effect you had on her, how she had only just started touching herself and she was already a whiny mess. how pathetic.

ellie was already getting there but she wanted to cum with you so she forced herself to hold it back, a string of whimpers and whines leaving her lips as she willed herself to slow her movements.

she watched as you adjusted the camera, your body and face coming into view. you looked so fucking beautiful to her with your brows furrowed and your head thrown back in pleasure, the wet sounds of your fingers pistoning in and out of your pussy filling the room. she mentally reminded herself to save this video to her camera roll for later, intending to use it as jerk-off material for the rest of her life.

you started hitting that delicious spot as you curl your fingers inside of yourself, a particularly loud moan blessing ellie's ears. "ohmygod, i'm going to cum!" your face was flushed and your moans were picking up in volume, giving ellie the go-ahead to speed up her movements again. she feels the coil in her stomach tighten, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan as she creams all over her fingers with you... together."fuckfuckfuck!"

the phone slips out of ellies hands, her whines turning into soft breaths as she removes her fingers from her pussy, a string of her cum connecting her to it. she brings her fingers up to her mouth and tastes herself, licking her juices from her fingers.

ellie silently thanked whatever force was out there that night for her to end up being the one who was sent your nudes instead of whoever it was intended to.

[multicohn]

summary: lewis feels insecure about the age gap between him and his girlfriend when he watches her interact with the younger drivers

warnings: age gap ( not specified )

pairing: younger! fem! reader x lewis hamilton

genre: angst ( if you squint ), fluff

face claim: no one

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flashback

y/n was busy typing away on her laptop when he walked into the library, lewis didn’t know why he felt like going to one, but did so out of impulse. at the time, she didn’t stand out to him and y/n was just another person that was there when he was. but, then he noticed how the desk she sat at started piling up with more and more books until he could barely see her.

then one day, she wasn’t there.

lewis found himself intrigued by what she was doing — is she a student? if so, what does she study? is it apart of her job? what does she do? he pondered on about the ( hair colour ) girl and wanted to ask, but felt himself slowly lose confidence the longer she didn’t show up.

after a few weeks of being away, lewis once again found himself entering the library and immediately moved towards the desk that the ( hair colour ) girl sat at and was relived to see her, but furrowed his eyebrows at seeing her sleeping.

“hey” lewis shook her gently, but she jumped and immediately brought her fists up. his eyes widened and he took a step back before raising his hands

“just making sure you were alright” she put her fists down in embarrassment before rubbing her eyes

“oh, yeah, sorry. just tired, do you happen to know the time?” lewis looked down at his watch and read the time which made her groan

“i’m going to be late”

lewis wasn’t sure what took over him, but saying the words; “i could take you” should’ve never left his mouth

“i don’t trust strangers” she glared at him and lewis knew he messed up

“do you not know who i am?”

“…am i supposed?” he sat down in the chair in front of her and she raised at eyebrow at his actions

“have you ever heard of formula one?”

“no. are you like a scientist or chemist or something?”

y/n would later search him up once she left and upon realising how famous he was, y/n wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. a scientist? chemist? why couldn’t she have just kept her mouth shut and ran away when he tried to start conversation?

y/n had honestly thought that lewis wouldn’t talk to her anymore and at the time was just oddly concerned about her being asleep, but the next day he sat with her and was curious about what she was doing. y/n has never had anyone so interested in her and found it strange, but also oddly comforting. unless, they were adults, y/n never cared much about age gaps and lewis wasn’t particularly worried about such since y/n acted much older. he didn’t even know that she was younger than him until he asked — it did feel a bit strange, but she is an adult, so lewis took a chance and asked her out on a date.

he couldn’t stop smiling when she agreed.

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when lewis appeared at the british grand prix with an unknown girl beside him, the internet broke down. they were quick to find out about y/n l/n who is just a simple girl that is currently studying ( subject ) while working ( job ). she was someone who no one could’ve ever imagined dating a seven-time world champion.

she didn’t model, wasn’t an actress or any kind of musician. in the words of fans, y/n is deemed as basic — even her style was non-existent before dating lewis.

“toto” y/n’s grip on lewis’ hand tightened as they walked towards his boss

“lewis” he greeted warmly before looking at her, “this must be y/n, correct? i’ve heard much about you” she shook his hand with a small smile before lewis kissed the top of her head / temple / cheek ( depends on height )

“mick should be here soon with carmen — she’s geroge’s girlfriend — then i’ll introduce to you some of the others” lewis has talked about his friends, both current and former, and was more than happy to finally introduce her to the current roster of racers, but also wanted to take things slow in case she got too nervous

mick soon appeared with carmen and they both welcomed y/n warmly before taking her away from lewis so could get ready for the meeting and race.

~

y/n met a few of the other drivers who were her age or close to and she oddly got along well with them. lewis didn’t understand certain slang or terms y/n used, but she didn’t mind and explained them, but talking with someone who understood her strange humour made her feel less nervous / anxious.

unbeknownst to y/n, lewis was watching her interact with the younger drivers and couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled up within him. she didn’t care about their age gap since they’re both adults, but seeing her get along so well with them made him feel like she might be better off with someone closer to her age; they could understand each other better, the internet might accept them more —

“lewis, mate. do you see your girlfriend? carmen said she left her with ( driver closest to your age )” geroge looked up from his phone to see him nod silently. furrowing his eyebrows, geroge followed lewis’ line of sight to see y/n laughing with ( driver closest to your age )

“oh, there they are” he started walking towards them before lewis could stop him and only sighed before following

y/n lit up at seeing her boyfriend and smiled lightly at geroge who introduced himself. ( driver closest to your age ) quickly said his goodbyes before going towards his garage, lewis hesitatingly grabbed her hand.

geroge noticed and coughed before looking around, “i think i hear carmen calling me” he rushed away making y/n tilt her head in confusion before looking at lewis for an answer, but he just stared at their intertwined hands

“lewis? are you alright?”

it went for a few seconds.

“are you really okay with dating me?”

“wh-what?” y/n asked shocked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“shouldn’t you date someone closer in age?”

“where’s this coming from?”

“i just thought-“ she cut him off quickly

“i wouldn’t be dating you if i had a problem with our ages. honestly, i don’t care” y/n clarified and tightened her grip

“do you want to tell me what happened to make you think this, again? or should we wait till after the race” lewis shook his head

“just seeing you interact with ( driver closest to your age ) so easily made me think…”

y/n placed her free hand on his cheek and leaned into to kiss him gently. lewis felt the tense release from his shoulders as she pulled back, looking rather embarrassed about kissing him so passionately in public.

“let’s go to the garage, wanna sit in my car?”

“can i really?!” y/n asked excitedly and he chuckled with a nod

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extra scene:

mick had seemed rather excited to introduce y/n to a certain former driver while carmen had use the bathroom. he greeted him warmly while y/n smiled once she made eye contact with the former mercedes driver.

“nice to meet you, i’m nico rosberg” he seemed rather awkward, but so did y/n as they shook hands

“i know, i’m y/n. lewis talks about you” nico paused and she felt his grip tighten ever so slightly

“he does?” he asked in a quiet tone that even y/n wasn’t sure if she heard him right given the amount of noise around them

“yeah? a lot, actually” he nodded quietly and looked behind her making y/n turn. she smiled upon seeing her boyfriend walking towards them

nico froze as he approached and kissed y/n gently before looking at his former friend.

“i see you’ve met my girl” nico nodded silently as lewis turned his attention to her

“well, it was nice to see you mate” he hit his arm lightly before taking y/n’s hand and leading her away towards the mercedes garage

[dkniade]

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Fan art of @kianamaiart’s characters from I Don’t Want To Be A Magical Girl! (with glasses, ft misc glasses characters & two IDWTBAMG universe fan characters)

I’ve been following this project from the start so it’s been great seeing interactions between the characters and how the fandom is so excited for it. ^^

I tried to draw the cast from memory and, while Miss seems a little different from canon, at least I got the dark hair roots and strands sticking out lol. But details aside they’re all recognizable! Which means they’re lovely designs that are unique from one another✨

Eclipse’s shades are a combination of his usual eye mask and the shades from this artwork, and Hoshi’s glasses are inspired by this one!🌒⭐️

Designs… (I don’t have a name for her yet but) the pigtails girl’s shapes are a combination of curves pointing downwards and curves pointing upwards. The idea ended up being that she’s on Eclipse and Lady DeVoid’s side so (after reading this post by Kiana about how most of the characters had Aika’s design as the springboard and are designed to complement eachother) I wanted her design to complement those two’s, with some influence from Zira. I like that the strands of hair on her forehead and the shape around them mirror both Zira’s hair and DeVoid’s horns haha. Plus, I was trying to figure out how to design her glasses and they ended up being kind of the inverse of Eclipse’s eye mask, which is very nice. Eclipse and DeVoid seem to be associated with sharp curves and circle shapes; maybe her outfit could be a lot fancier…

As for what her role might be in the story… I dunno, if she works with Eclipse and DeVoid, and Eclipse is all ~theatric and grand~ then maybe she could be like… his assistant… or something? Who knows. Or, I say “observer from afar” so perhaps she actually gets along with Zira well and they’d watch on the sidelines while Aika and Eclipse duke it out…?

Eclipse… Moon… Umbra… man what if I just name the pigtails girl Yueshi (月食, lunar eclipse)(for both the moon motif that Zira and Eclipse have, and the darkness motif that Eclipse and DeVoid have haha)

Shooting star and telescope don’t feel quite right, but with the circular shapes and the lunar eclipse, I could kind of see her having some star trail motifs with her sweater…

I guess Umbra would be the same type of elf (? darkness/concept personified?) as Lady DeVoid but I’m not sure haha. We don’t have much information on DeVoid other than the fact that she is darkness itself and that she lost most of her powers which she can’t remember how to use. Banished by a Star Guardian, revenge, recruiting Eclipse to help spread the darkness particles to destroy the Star Guardian… If she has a similar backstory to MLP:FIM’s Princess Luna then does that mean she was originally Aika’s teammate or something? haha

About Umbra’s hair… (Feel free to correct me for any inaccuracies.) I think from the reference photos I was trying to draw box braids but got so focused on also making the braids look like moon phases that I’m not sure if it’d still be box braids in the end? They seem more like cornrows now, at least for the side ones?

Here are some earlier versions of the OCs! and more rambling about designs

Well, initially I scribbled down Yueshi so I could experiment with values because I was thinking about how light-coloured pants draw the eye too much if the outfit or the top half of the character is darker. (Half way through she ended up looking like a IDWTBAMG character so I tried to match the proportions with Aika’s turnaround.) But I suppose if there’s enough contrast for the upper half (and IDWTBAMG’s stark black design style gives a lot of contrast) then it works out better. I think the combination of making Yueshi’s hair and the top half of her sweater black and the circle shape white worked out okay. Initially she had large round eyes so I tried giving her round glasses too but since she ended up being a fan character in the universe, it was too similar to Aika and Zira.

Umbra’s design kind of popped into my mind today so I tried to scribble it down and experimented with hairstyles. But green and purple are already associated with Zira, and that shade of lavender is more like Eclipse so I guess I’ll fiddle around with her colour scheme more. Maybe there’s not enough of the signature black there, and both could use some more details to match the level of details in the canon designs… (If Yueshi works under DeVoid then she’d probably get a fancy outfit too.) Then again, Umbra is more like Miss in terms of detail so it seems she’d be a background/supporting character or something…🤔

(I can’t seem to escape the puffy sleeves/cone shape silhouette🤔 Gotta diversify. Also, not sure if it’s ‘cause of the project’s style or if I just really love circles in character design haha)

[imtryingbuck]

To Be Loved

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n realises her self worth. 

Word count: 2,831

Warnings: angst. angst. cheating (I’m sorry). self hatred. Sharon. forms of self harming. Steve and Sharon are scumbags. 

A/N: i was listening to Adele To Be Loved and this idea came to me

Masterlist

Everything was in their correct places, she made sure of it. Seven times. It had to be perfect. Today marked three years of marriage for her and Steve, instead of going out they both agreed to celebrate their anniversary at home with a home cooked meal, fine wine and slow music and to top it off with an intimate moment shared together in their bed.

The plan was perfect.

The house was perfect.

The dress she was wearing was perfect.

The meal smelted delicious as it cooked away in the oven.

The only thing now was for her to wait for her love to come home.

She sat at the dining chair watching as the clock on the over tick on by getting further away from the agreed upon time that he was supposed to arrive. Every time she rang him the call dropped straightaway, her messaged just staying on delivered. Fidgeting ever so often trying to smooth out the crinkles of her dark green dress that he told her to wear for their special occasion.

Two hours, still not home.

Three hours, still not home.

Fou- she finally gave up.

Emptying the plates full of now cold food, she turned off the radio, took her heels off and collapsed on the couch.

It had been a long time since she had cried, and that night she cried until her heart started to squeeze painfully.

She cried until sleep over took her weaken body.

She forgave him the next day when he got in at six o’clock that morning. He showed up with flowers and told her that he was sorry, something about a mission brief that ran way too long.

Though she didn’t necessarily believe him or his lie but she was just happy he was home so she never questioned him.

She plastered a fake smile and made out that she watched a sad movie and that was the reason for her make up - the same she took time in perfecting - was ruined, not the real reason for the dried mascara tear tracks running down her cheeks.

A week later she walked into the tower finding it strange that no one made their way to greet her like they always did before. She walked into Steve’s room to surprise him, when she got a surprise of her own.

Her husband of three years, the man that she had been with for six years, the man that she had been in love with for eight years was thrusting away like his life depended on it into a woman that she had been insecure about since she came back to work for SHIELD, the same woman that Steve had reassured her that she had no reason to worry or to be threatened by.

Sharon.

She had no idea how long she stood there for watching the scene in front of her until she watched them kiss, it was then and only then she stumbled backwards knocking into the door which caused a noise.

The headboard stopped violently banging against the wall, the mattress stopped squeaking and Steve’s face drained of all colour as he saw his wife catching him in the act of his betrayal.

“B-baby” he had the audacity to call her whilst still inside of another woman.

Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest as she forced her legs to take a step in front of the other, shaking as she pressed the elevator button her eyes stung as the tears threatened to break over the barrier.

The moment the silver shiny doors open she stepped in repeatedly hitting the close button just as Steve managed to make it around the corner.

This man who she had loved for eight years, the same man that she had just caught cheating had the audacity to look sad at the heart-breaking expression on her face.

A month had gone by since that painful day, and after weeks of him begging and grovelling and profusely promising that he would never do it again, that he would be better. Promising that he would go to therapy to fix his mistakes.

She asked how many times he had cheated on her and he hesitated before telling her that it had been going on for a month before hastily telling her that it meant nothing, just sex - as if that made it any better.

Now please don’t judge her, for eight years she had loved him more than she had ever thought you could love someone and for six years he was all she knew. She loved him with all that she had even if he did the one thing that she never thought he would do to her. She took him back.

When the team found out what he had done they rallied around to the apartment she shared with Americas golden boy, all telling her that they knew nothing, Tony had told her that he told Fury that he was kicking Sharon out of the tower and how Fury had made her move to a different SHIELD location. The team cleaned up the mess she had made the night she got back to their apartment after catching her husband’s betrayal. 

The team understood why she agreed to take him back though none of them liked it. They thought-no knew she deserved better than their friend, their captain. But they promised that they would always be there if she ever needed them, no matter what.

Steve understood that it was going to take her some time for them to go back to being ‘normal’ even though she didn’t know if they could ever get back what they once had.

She tried, she really did try and put it behind her but every night when she closed her eyes she was plagued by the memories of him with a woman that wasn’t her. Every time she woke up she would look to the right of her to find him facing her sleeping peacefully.

And every night she sneaked into the bathroom to put two fingers down her throat to be sick.

She was trying to be better she really was, she couldn’t help but flinch every time he went to kiss her or when he told her that he loved her.

She tried.

God she tried.

The first time they had sex was four months after his betrayal came to light. She hated how much she loved that feeling of him being on her, that feeling of him being close to her. She hated it because the loud banging of the headboard and the squeaks of the mattress took her back to that moment.

After what was normally an act that she once loved and treasured, that had now become a bittersweet moment between the married couple she went to the bathroom and did her routine that she did now after every meal she was forced to eat.

Though she was struggling, she wasn’t the only one.

Steve had gotten mad more than once about how she would always pull away from him or how she wouldn’t look him in the eyes anymore or how their lovemaking was now him doing all the work. He couldn’t understand why she hadn’t gotten over it like she said she did - she never said that, she just forgave him.

He had also complained not only to her but to his friends about her weight loss, how he would see her flicking the elastic band against her wrist that she would now wear.

What Steve hated most was when a storm made its way through New York she wouldn’t seek shelter in the warm comfort of his arms, no she would now lock herself in the bathroom and sit in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest, flinching every time the loud cracking sound made it’s way through the apartment.

He had made the biggest mistake of his life and now it was costing him.

A year had gone by, six months of Steve getting solo counselling and another six months of them both going to marriage counselling later they had gone back to being how they once were, don’t get it wrong she still sometimes got nightmares about his betrayal but each time she would talk about it to him the next morning and they would talk it over, just like their therapist suggested.

Everything was going perfectly once again they celebrated their fourth anniversary together where Steve took her to a cabin that had a private lake, they spent the nights looking up at the stars that twinkled up in the dark sky and she would giggle when he picked her up and carried her to bed before making love to her over and over again.

Sometimes she would be okay with what happened in the past but then she would find herself thinking if Steve had what they had with Sharon.

It all came crumbling down six months after their fourth year anniversary when Steve announced that he would be travelling with the rest of the Avengers to help out the SHIELD headquarters in London.

Her heart stuttered hearing that.

That was exactly where Sharon had been located to.

He promised that he wouldn’t go anywhere near her, said that he would never make that mistake again. Swore that he was so in love with her that he wasn’t going to stray away from their marriage again.

She believed him.

She trusted him.

Five minutes after he left their apartment she rang to the bathroom to do something she hadn’t done in months. She put her fingers down her throat.

Every day that he had been away he rang her to talk about everything and anything, she had asked him if he had seen Sharon, he said yes but every time she tried to talk to him he walked away.

She believed him.

She trusted him.

When he came home with a massive bouquet of her favourite flowers, neither one of them left the apartment for three days straight. Both had grown sore from their activities.

One night, three weeks after he arrived back from London she received a text message from an unknown number, two photos were attached.

Her heart shattered.

A photo of a sonogram with Sharon Carters name at the top and a screenshot of Sharon’s messages she shared with Steve. Steve talking about how he couldn’t wait to be a dad, her saying that their time in London was special and him agreeing.

She looked to the right of her and saw him sleeping peacefully.

And once again she crept out of bed and began her routine she unfortunately picked up again.

He told her he was going on a solo mission and that he would be back in two weeks. She nodded and kept her head down. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t look at him or how she moved her head to the side so he only kissed her cheek.

She wasn’t foolish. She had gone through his phone and saw the messages between him and Sharon, he wasn’t going on a solo mission he was going back to London to spend some time with her and the growing baby in her stomach.

Her wrist had now a permanent circular bruise from snapping the elastic band.

She had lost count of the amount of tear she had shed from his betrayal and now that there was going to be a child added to the mix she cried more than she had ever done before.

Finally gaining the strength and courage she went to a lawyer and filed for divorce, it broke her heart to do so but it needed to be done. She could no longer go on like this. She could no longer be made a fool out of.

She needed to finally love herself, once again.

When he came home after being in London with her and their unborn child he frowned at seeing their apartment next to empty, all of her things missing, he saw her sitting on the couch looking just a beautiful as she always had.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

“I know about London and how you’re having a baby with her. Please sign the divorce papers”

“B-baby no… no she means noth-“

“You told her that you love her. You’re having a child with her. Please just stop and sign the papers”

He got down on his knees in front of her begging and crying, pleading with her to change her mind, told her that he would never have anything to do with Sharon or the baby ever, that they could be happy again.

She responded with telling him to sign the papers.

He cried and cried. Telling her how much of a mistake he had made, telling her over and over again that Sharon meant nothing to him. She flinched and grew angry when he said the baby meant nothing to him. That’s when she snapped.

“How dare you! That baby is innocent, as much as I can’t stand it’s parents don’t you dare say that! Poor child was only conceived because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, because you and its mother are terrible people. Yo-you promised me last time and I forgave you, and yet here we are now and you’re having a child with a woman that isn’t me. Sign the papers I won’t ask again.”

“P-p-please we can m-make this work”

“You honestly expect me to stay with you whilst you have a child with your mistress? No Steven that’s not happening. I choose to pick me first now, I deserve better, I deserve to be happy. You and your mistress deserve each other, you and your mistress deserves to be so miserable with each other. Just sign the fucking papers!”

He flinched at her swearing, his heart cracking as she pushed the divorce papers into his chest, he admits that he only slept with her once in London and the next morning the regret washed over him like a tidal wave threatening to swallow him whole. He didn’t love Sharon, god knows he didn’t. He loves the woman standing in front of him. Heck he wasn’t even sure if the child was his as Sharon has a boyfriend.

He finally took the pen from her hand and shakily opened up the papers, his heart sinking into the pits of hell seeing that she had already signed it. Gazing up to face her once more he realised that she was dead serious about this, he couldn’t let her down again so he signed his name next to hers.

“Thank you. Goodbye Steven have a terrible life”

They were the last words he would ever hear come out of her mouth as she walked straight past him and out of his life.

Months later she was behind the counter of the diner she worked at laughing at what one of the customers was saying about something his two year old son had gotten up to, wiping down the counter as another customer chimed in talking about how it only gets worse from here on out with children when the TV that was hanging in the top right corner said something that had a woman laughing.

It was being announced that the baby that Sharon had publicly announced as Steve’s was indeed not his. The baby had been born not even a month earlier and was already infamous by being the possible child from Captain America’s affair.

“I still can’t believe he cheated on his wife with that thing” Joey a loyal customer scoffed with a shake of his head.

“What’s your take on this sugar?” Lolly - Joey’s wife - asked as she sipped from her coffee.

“It’s a shame really” you answered keeping your eyes on the small television screen watching as Steve walked out of the courthouse where the camera man zoomed in on Steve’s wedding ring finger, seeing the ring that she put on his finger nearly five years ago still sitting there.

As for her, she finally found was it was like to love herself again. She could look herself in the mirror now and not point out her ‘flaws’, she no longer wore an elastic band around her wrist, nor did she force herself to be sick.

She was still sick sometimes but not because she wanted to be.

She was finally happy, her skin was glowing as Kiki - her boss - had kept telling her. Her happiness and self-love continued to grow along with her stomach.

Placing one hand on the right side of her large protruding stomach she smiled up at the screen seeing Steve in his car with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Let it be known that she had survived, and that she had gained the love for herself that she thought she had lost.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[ataliagold]

Flowers In Your Hair

For @astrangersummer week 3 prompt 'flowers'. Title from Flowers In Your Hair by The Lumineers.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: General

W/C: 1249

Tags: Post Series 4 Volume 2, Everyone Lives, Established Steddie, Fluff, Soft Steve Harrington, Steve Loves Yellow Flowers, Eddie Loves Steve, El and Max are best friends, summer, this is just softness

Summary: Eddie enlists some help to find the perfect flowers for Steve. Despite his own insecurities, Eddie is learning that his boyfriend loves soft things.

___

“Robin, what kind of flowers does Steve like?”

Eddie was draped over the Family Video counter, having stolen the barely-working desk fan air flow for himself.

Robin paused where she was rifling through the box of returned tapes to give him a confused look. “Flowers? Really?”

Eddie threw up a hand, then regretted it, because that had taken far too much effort in the stifling heat. “What? You think a man can’t buy flowers for another man? You judging me, Buckley?”

Robin scoffed. “No. Just…why flowers?”

“It’s romantic!” Eddie whined. “We have a date tonight and Steve loves that stuff. He might not say it, but he does. On Valentine’s Day I got him chocolates and roses and you should’ve seen his face, honestly if we hadn’t been in public I probably would’ve got on my knees there and then -”

Robin leaned over and slapped a hand across his mouth. “Jesus, enough.”

Eddie grinned behind her hand, and poked his tongue out to touch Robin’s palm.

She snatched it away with a shout, fake gagging behind the counter. “Munson, that was disgusting.”

Eddie shrugged. “You love me, though.”

“Steve loves you,” Robin corrected. “And so, by extension, I’m unfortunately forced to too.” She smiled a little, taking any sting out of her words. “Seriously though, the kids are over there, watch your mouth.” She dipped her head towards the sci-fi section, where Dustin and Mike were loudly arguing over which tape to rent for their next movie night. Max and El were hanging back, Max eagerly trying to explain a movie synopsis to El. Whatever it was, it sounded violent, and El looked confused.

Eddie leaned further over the counter, letting the weak breeze from the fan flick his hair around. “Help me?” he asked, batting his eyes at Robin.

She screwed up her nose a little before responding. “Honestly, I don’t know. You said you got him roses before, right? Did he like those?”

“Well, yeah, but I think he liked the gesture more than anything else.”

Robin shrugged. “Just get him anything, then. It’s from you, so he’ll love it.”

“But I want to get his favourite,” Eddie lamented. “He deserves the best.”

“Well, I agree with you there.”

“Eddie?”

A small voice sounded behind him, and Eddie summoned the energy to turn his head. El was standing behind him, looking a little shy.

“Yeah, supergirl?”

“You wanted to know Steve’s favourite flowers?”

Eddie slid off the counter a bit, straightening up. “Yeah, I do.”

El glanced between him and Robin for a moment. “Steve used to help me and Max with our hair. When mine was longer, we would make daisy chains and Steve braided them into my hair, he even let us put them in his sometimes. We tried to use other flowers sometimes but they did not stay together very well. But Steve’s favourites are yellow ones.”

And that…made sense, Eddie supposed. Yellow was Steve’s favourite colour, after all, but Eddie wasn’t sure where to find yellow flowers. He couldn’t afford much at the florist, and what flowers were yellow, anyway? Sunflowers? Where the hell would he get those?

Robin tugged his sleeve, pulled Eddie back to the counter so she could lean over and whisper, “The Klines have yellow roses growing by their fence.”

“The old Mayor?” Eddie asked with a frown.

“Yup.”

A smile slowly spread across his face.

“There are marigolds by the school field,” El added. “And yellow violas and tulips by the cabin. I can show you.”

And that was how, a short time later, Eddie was snapping off fragrant yellow roses at the stalk where they were poking out between the stark white pickets of Larry Kline’s fence. Max and El were standing further down the footpath, acting as lookouts while Eddie huddled by the fence and took his quarry as quickly as he could.

At the first surprised shout from inside the fence, he darted away, collecting the girls with a grin as he ran past them.

He threw back his head and laughed, roses clutched in his warm hand, Max beaming beside him.

“That guy’s an asshole,” she told Eddie as they jogged away from the house. “Serves him right.”

They couldn’t move too quickly – Max’s bones had healed, but she wasn’t exactly up to a sprint across town just yet. But they made it to Eddie’s van parked around the corner, and moved on to their next stop.

Just like that, Eddie spent the afternoon traipsing along with the two girls. El showed him where to find all sorts of different flowers, and Max went along because where El went, she went. It was hot, the sun baking them from above in a cloudless sky, but Eddie didn’t care – this was for Steve.

By the time they were finished, Eddie had gathered a large handful of flowers in all different shades of yellow and orange, and the girls had wrapped them in some plastic procured from Hopper’s cabin and poured some water into the bottom to keep them fresh in the summer heat.

“There,” El told him proudly, handing over the bouquet while Max tried to find some ribbon in a drawer to tie around it. “They’re pretty. Like Steve.”

Eddie spluttered a little at El’s directness. “Oh…yeah. Yeah, they are. He is.”

El nodded. “Max often says so, too.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Max yelled from El’s room.

Eddie smirked, because the girl’s little crush on his boyfriend was no secret. “It’s ok Max, I agree with you.”

Max stomped back towards them, slapped a length of gold ribbon into Eddie’s hands, and then took El’s arm and pulled her back towards the room.

Effectively dismissed, Eddie returned to his trailer to rush through a shower and getting changed, barely with enough time left to get to Steve’s before their dinner plans.

Waiting in front of his boyfriend’s door, Eddie passed the bouquet from hand to hand, a little nervous.

This is stupid.

Steve Harrington, former jock supreme, once-captain of the basketball team, nail-bat wielding badass wasn’t going to appreciate some yellow flowers.

Eddie almost turned tail. Almost tossed the flowers into the back of his van to be dealt with later, almost gave in to the nerves in his stomach.

Almost.

Because there was a softness to Steve that Eddie was learning to know and love. It was in the way he treated the kids, the way he gently held Eddie’s hand, the way he baked cookies when his friends were coming over and apparently braided flowers into the girls’ hair.

Eddie took a deep breath, clutched his yellow flowers, and knocked on the door.

It opened after a moment.

“Eds, hey, sorry I just gotta get my shoes on -” Steve trailed off as he took in the sight of Eddie standing there, flowers gripped in shaky hands.

Eddie cleared his throat, held out the bouquet. “For you. If, um…if you want them. Sorry if it’s stupid, I wanted to get you something but I couldn’t afford much and El told me you liked yellow flowers so I spent the afternoon going around town and finding them, and the roses actually involved some petty theft but -”

Steve took the flowers with one hand, and pulled Eddie through the door with the other, lips seeking his mouth and swallowing the rest of his sentence.

When they finally pulled apart, Eddie smiled shyly. “You like them, then?”

“I love them, Eds.”

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[bruisedboys]

shy!reader who’s always a little anxious and hesitant to show affection but one day initiates by asking remus if he wants a kiss and he’s all giddy but she meant a chocolate kiss and she gets red and blushy

eek thank you so much this is so so cute! sorry it took me so long angel. hope u enjoy 💗

remus lupin x fem!reader modern au

You tip your gift bag upside down over the coffee table, colourful foil-wrapped chocolates spilling out across the wooden surface. Your boss at work had a bunch of sweets left over from her kid’s birthday party and had opted to give them all out to her colleagues. Lucky you, you’re one of her favourites. You’re pretty sure your bag was stuffed full the most.

You dig through your goods, sorting them into piles of different flavours and types, and then your favourites and Remus’ favourites. Speaking of, your boyfriend sits across from you on the one-seater couch, immersed in his writing. The laptop screen paints him paler than usual but no less handsome. You know you’ve struck lucky with him and just looking at him from across the room makes your heart race. You like him so much it’s sick.

You pick through the pile of chocolates deemed Remus’ favourites. There’s lots of dark chocolate, a few nutty bars and multiple Hershey’s kisses.

Without thinking (well, you are thinking, but just about how much you like Remus and want to give him something he’ll love), you speak up into the silence.

“Remus? Do you want a kiss?”

To your credit, you are holding up a silver-wrapped Hershey’s kiss in your hand. To Remus’ credit, he doesn’t see it until his head has snapped up so fast you’re worried he’s cracked his neck, eyes wide and lips parted.

“What?” He asks.

You realise your mistake almost immediately. Heat flares behind your cheeks.

“A Hershey’s,” you correct yourself, embarrassed beyond measure. You hold it up for him to see. “A Hershey’s kiss.”

Remus’ eyebrows lower significantly and his wide eyes soften.

“Oh,” he says softly. “Yeah, okay.” He smiles at you and you miss the mischief, too flustered from your slip up. “Bring it over here for me?”

You’re happy to. You get out of your seat, grabbing an extra couple of Hershey’s for good measure. You stop in front of his knees and hold the chocolates out to him.

He smiles and takes them from you, calloused fingers brushing your soft palm. “Thank you, lovely girl,” he says, lifting his chin so he can look you in the eyes.

You smile back. “That’s okay,” you say, moving to return to your seat. Remus doesn’t let you. He leans over his laptop, the screen digging into his chest, and bracelets your wrist with his lean fingers.

“Hold on,” he says, and now you pick up on the mischief in his tone, now that he’s got you trapped. He pulls you in between his legs and you know you’re not getting away until he lets you. “I’d like a real kiss too, if that’s okay.”

Heat blooms all over your face, creeping up your neck like a rash. “Remus,” you say, in what’s supposed to be a complaining tone but instead makes you sound like you’re a lovesick fool. You are, but. He doesn’t need to know that.

“What?” He grins. “I’m serious, dove. Please?”

It’s his please that gets you. You would’ve given him one anyway, but when he’s practically begging you, you’d rather die than not kiss him.

“Fine,” you say, more breathless than you’d like to be.

You lean over him and kiss him quick and sweet, trying not to linger though you desperately want to. Remus has other ideas. His hand curls around your neck, warm and heavy, and holds you against his mouth while he kisses you properly. Your lips part from the pressure, Remus’ thumb pushing into the hair at the back of your neck.

You’re barely breathing by the time you pull away. Cheeks hot, heart hammering. Remus smiles at you, looking not nearly as disheveled as you feel. Unfair.

“Thanks,” he tells you. “If you’ve got any more to give me, let me know.”

You both know he doesn’t mean chocolates.

[chrisbitchtree]

Billy sighed as he stepped into pink briefs, slipped into a pink undershirt and pulled on a pair of pink socks, thankful that it would all be covered by the work boots and coveralls that were his uniform at the garage. The teasing from Max was more than enough already. He didn’t need his coworkers getting in on it.

Once upon a time, his undergarments had all be bright white, just the way he liked them, but looking at the sea of pink in his underwear drawer, he could see that was clearly a thing of the past. Stupid fucking Harrington. This was all his fault.

***

Six weeks earlier

Billy and Steve had had a nice little routine going for a while. Any time that Billy wanted to rent a movie, he’d head to Family Video while Harrington was working. They’d flirt a little, joking and laughing, talking about work and their favourite sports teams and life after high school, and Billy would get a nice view of pretty boy’s ass as he bent over to place returned tapes on the lower shelves.

Then one Tuesday evening, Billy entered the shop during what was Steve’s usual closing shift to find Robin standing behind the counter instead, flirting with Heather. What the fuck?

“Where’s Steve?” He asked, stomping up to the girls.

“Hello to you too”, Robin replied as Heather just smirked.

“Hey,” he said dismissively, “Where’s Harrington?”

Robin pointed to her left. “The owners of the video shop decided to open a 24-hour laundromat next door. They’re testing out how Steve does as the night manager. His first shift starts in half an hour.”

Billy glanced at his watch. He only had a couple hours before he should be getting to bed because he had to open the auto shop in the morning. He quickly grabbed a copy of the chick flick that he’d promised Max and El he’d rent for them and hightailed it home. He’d just done his laundry the evening before at the other laundromat in town, but no fucking way was he missing his Harrington time.

When he got in the front door of the little house he shared with Max and Susan, he toed off his shoes, tossed the VHS at his sister, and sped to his bedroom.

Grabbing his duffel bag from the closet, he opened it up and threw it on the bed, quickly filling it with the contents of his underwear drawer, quickly unfolding pairs of socks and jumbling it all up so it didn’t look too freshly washed. And just to mix it up, he also grabbed a handful of new t-shirts that he’d bought on a shopping trip in Chicago with Max a couple weeks before.

Zipping up the duffel, he ran back out of his room threw back on his shoes and headed back in the direction of the laundromat.

“Hey Harrington,” he called as he walked in the door of the laundromat and spotted Steve. He was behind the counter, staring at nothing as a single customer sorted their whites and colours towards the back of the place.

“Hey Billy,” Steve waved, his brown hair flopping in his eyes, even as he ran a hand through it. “How’s it going?” Steve continued as Billy stepped closer to the counter.

They talked for a bit about the girls and Steve’s new job, and whether they’d both be able to get enough time off to take the kids on a camping trip they’d talked about taking that summer.

Once they’d exhausted topics of conversation, Steve nodded at the bag on Billy’s shoulder. “Need help with that?”

Billy didn’t really need help, he’d been doing his own laundry for years, but he wanted to keep talking to Harrington so he agreed.

“So,” Harrington said as he led Billy to one of the huge washing machines, “my boss said you’re supposed to separate darks and lights, but it doesn’t look like you have that much, so if you want to save money, you’re probably fine to just put it all in together.”

Billy thought about the brand new red t-shirt in his duffel bag and sighed, knowing there was no way he was going to correct Steve. He’d just have to deal with the consequences of the pretty boy’s adorable idiocy.

Thankfully, Harrington was too busy with the slow trickle of customers to be hanging around when Billy switched his newly pinked clothing over to the dryer and then back into his duffel bag. He resolved to make sure that Harrington never found out what he’d done.

Waving goodbye to Steve, Billy headed home to sleep, telling himself he’d replace his undergarments soon.

***

Six weeks later

Billy stepped back into his bedroom after taking a shower to find Steve standing uncertain at his dresser, the underwear drawer open in front of him. He was holding a pair of pink socks on his hand, staring at all the pink mixed in with the new white socks, underwear, and undershirts that Billy had finally bought a few weeks before. He’d been meaning to throw out the dyed clothes, but hadn’t been able to make himself do it for some reason. Billy could immediately feel his cheeks heating up.

“Uhhhhh, did this happen at the laundromat?” Steve asked, looking just as embarrassed as Billy felt. “If it did, I’m really sorry. We’ve gotten a few complaints from other customers.”

Billy was quick to step in and stop him. “Yeah, it did. But it’s ok.”

“Really?” Steve asked, a dopey smile on his face. “Why’d you keep it all? Have you been wearing it?”

“I don’t mind it. Pink’s not as bad as I thought it was.” He was just saying it to be nice, but as Steve’s smile grew, Billy found it to be at least a little true.

He stepped closer to Steve, pulling him into his arms. “It’s a nice reminder of where we got together.”

He thought back to a month before, finally kissing Steve for the first, and second, and third and fourth time… up against the dryers in the laundromat, after he finally worked up the nerve to do more than just flirt with Harrington.

He kissed Steve now, pressing him up against the dresser, mimicking that first night, letting out a surprised, pleased little squeak that he’d never admit to making as Steve grabbed a handful of Billy’s ass through the towel wrapped around his waist. Billy had to head to work soon, to deal with angry customers and hard to fix cars, but for now, it was just him and Steve in their own little universe for two.

[ginovasims]

MIDWEST PRINCESS LEGACY

A fifteen generation legacy challenge based on the songs from Chappell Roan’s ‘The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess’, including a bonus generation of her hit single ‘Good Luck, Babe!’. Each generation will have a different set of goals and requirements before the new heir takes over. Check out my video where I introduce the challenge in more detail: https://youtu.be/bWn7UVu-upc

Rules:

Aging must be turned on, but you can have it at any length you wish.

Each goal must be met before the new heir takes over.

NO MONEY CHEATS.

If you do this challenge, please credit me (@ginovasims).

Vague guidelines/suggestions:

Heir should be female-presenting. 

Some generations require specific careers. If it is not specified, you can have any career you want. Same goes for worlds to live in.

Each generation offers two colours. You can use both of them, one of them, or neither of them, it is up to you. You can use them as much or as little as you wish as well.

Mods and custom content can be used.

The generations will offer three traits, you do not need the heir to have all three traits, but they MUST have at least TWO of them.

If you cannot add any of the required traits when the heir is a child, you are able to choose another trait and change it to the correct trait when available (either as a teen or YA). You can do this through cheats in CAS. But the same rule applies that you must have at least two of the offered traits by the time the heir is a YA.

If you do not have all of the packs required to complete the requirements for each generation, either find a similar alternative or skip that rule. But where possible, you must complete each generation requirement.

(OPTIONAL) Use the hashtag #MidwestPrincessLegacy on tweets, posts, and videos.

Recommended packs to complete all requirements: Lovestruck, Get Together, For Rent, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch, Snowy Escape, High School Years, Island Living, Get To Work, Discover University, Get Famous, City Living, Vampires, Realm of Magic, Dine Out.

Disclosure: Most of the generations are played from the perspective of the first-person narrative sung by Chappell, however generation 8 and 15 (‘My Kink Is Karma’ and ‘Good Luck, Babe!’) are written from the perspective of the person Chappell is singing about. It offered more story-telling opportunities this way and allowed the player to do more gameplay.

Thank you to Max (@maximumdino) for your help and support with this challenge, especially with the colours! You gave me ideas for generations I struggled with and helped me add depth. I really appreciate everything you did to help me get this challenge how it is now!

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THE GENERATIONS

Generation 1 - Femininomenon Well, what we really need is a femininomenon

You always thought you would find your ‘one true love’ and settle down together, because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? You try your hand at online dating, but it never seems to work out, and you make friends with women who have similar experiences to you. You decide to band together and give up on guys, who needs them anyway? You vow to help queer sims find love that they truly deserve.

Requirements:

Go on multiple failed online dates

Start a club with close girl friends

Reach level ten of the romance consultant career

Raise a child with one/some of your girl friends

Own a rental with only sapphics for tenants

Traits: ambitious, unflirty, genius Aspiration: neighbourhood confidante Colours: hot pink and green

Generation 2 - Red Wine Supernova Baby, why don’t you come over? Red wine supernova, falling into me

Wow, who is that stunning sim who came into your life like magic? Is it lust, or love? It’s hard to tell, you’ve never felt like this about anyone else before. But there’s something about her that draws you in… You both are a little, let’s say, ‘different’ to everyone else, but that’s what makes things so interesting. The flame burns hot, and you’re not going to let it die out anytime soon.

Requirements:

Live with roommates your whole young adult life

Fall in love with a vampire lady

Befriend a rabbit

Collect all ten wands from the magical artefacts collection

Become a rank four spellcaster

Traits: lovebug, goofball, loyal Aspiration: expert nectar maker Colours: red and white

Generation 3 - After Midnight ‘Cause everything good happens after midnight

Your mum always warned you that your hot-headed nature might land you in some trouble, and that’s not all that leads you that way! You’re always down for a good time, letting loose on the dancefloor and with romantic partners. Life’s more fun when you live each day as it comes, even if that means facing some inconveniences. You’ll find a way to make things work for you, but you just can’t ever seem to escape the drama.

Requirements:

Go out clubbing every weekend

Hook up with both guys and girls you meet at the club

Have at least three fights at the club during your young adult years

Max the romance skill

Woohoo with multiple sims in one night and get pregnant not knowing who the other parent is

Traits: hot-headed, party animal, erratic Aspiration: serial romantic (bonus: drama llama as a teen) Colours: navy blue and black

Generation 4 - Coffee ‘Cause If we do coffee, it’s never just coffee

You’re the opposite of your carefree parent, you must have everything perfect, even if that means losing the one you love the most. Although, you never really seem to be able to let go of them completely. They always find a way back into your life, back into your heart. They’re your one weakness, your only downfall. But how long can you go on living this way, knowing things will never work between you both?

Requirements:

Join the barista career as a teen

Have your first date at the park

Meet your partner’s parents at a fancy restaurant

Have an on-off relationship with the same sim your whole young adult life

Develop the coffee fanatic lifestyle

Traits: romantically reserved, perfectionist, loves outdoors Aspiration: master mixologist Colour: brown and green

Generation 5 - Casual Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

You’re a hopeless romantic who can’t see red flags when they’re staring you in the face. Maybe you can change them? After all, their family loves you, and you love them. Your friends try to warn you, but you shrug them off, wanting to see the best in everyone. Will things ever change, or are you permanently blinded by love? If love is really what you can call this situationship…

Requirements:

Fall in love with a noncommittal sim but never become official

Become best friends with their sister

Go on holiday with their family to Sulani

Have public woohoo in five different locations

Have an explosive breakup after getting pregnant and raise the baby alone

Traits: clumsy, generous, foodie Aspiration: romantic explorer Colours: turquoise and baby blue

Generation 6 - Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl We’re leaving the planet and you can’t come

You know what you want, and you won’t let a fugly man hold you back. You’re done giving these guys chances when they can’t give you what you deserve. You have big dreams and you know who will be there to support you, and who won’t. You plan to leave this planet and explore another world without any men to bring you down. And who knows, maybe there will be a cute alien in your future…

Requirements:

Have an awful first date at a bar (bonus if it’s on a friday night with a guy who hates dancing!)

Only date girls after

Travel to Sixam

Host weekly parties

Reach level ten of the style influencer career

Traits: outgoing, high-maintenance, squeamish Aspiration: friend of the world Colours: silver and yellow (or as bright as you can make it!)

Generation 7 - HOT TO GO! Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you’d sleep with me

You’ve always loved to dance and find it’s the best way to communicate. Who needs words when your body can paint a picture even better? And when you meet a sim who leaves you speechless, surely there’s no better way to confess your love to them than through dancing! But you can’t embarrass yourself, that would ruin every-thing, you need to make sure everything is perfect before you shoot your shot.

Requirements:

Become head cheerleader as a teen at high school

Stay single until you meet your perfect sim at a nightclub

Only develop romance with your soulmate after you’ve maxed the dancing skill

Max the DJ mixing skill

Develop the hungry for love lifestyle

Traits: active, self-assured, creative Aspiration: party animal Colours: yellow and purple

Generation 8 - My Kink Is Karma  People say I’m jealous, but my kink is karma

You’re trash, and everyone knows it. But somehow, you managed to land the perfect sim, who sees past all your nastiness throughout high school. This was never going to last though, you love making sims miserable, even if it means you’re never happy yourself. When your ex becomes more successful than you ever will be, you continue to take it out on everyone around you. How long can you live like this? Will you ever redeem yourself?

Requirements:

Have a bad breakup with your high school sweetheart after living together (all red relationship)

Move back in with parents after breakup

Dye your hair at least three times after breakup

Argue with your ex who has become more successful and happy than you

Max the mischief skill

Traits: jealous, mean, self-absorbed Aspiration: villainous valentine Colours: red and orange

Generation 9 - Picture You  Do you picture me like I picture you?

With a parent like yours, you’ve never been able to differentiate between what’s right and what’s wrong, everything is sort of… morally grey. So when you find an attractive sim who is way out of your league, you’re too afraid to approach them. Instead, you decide to take pictures of them… without them knowing. It’s not bad if they never find out, right? You still admire and appreciate all your other lovers though, but they’ll never be that sim.

Requirements:

Max the photography and research and debate skills

Enter the freelance fashion photographer career

Decorate your bedroom walls with photos of an attractive sim who you have no romance with

Paint portraits of all romantic interests and never sell or dispose of them

Meet your partners at the library

Traits: nosy, bookworm, socially awkward Aspiration: painter extraordinaire Colours: black and lilac

Generation 10 - Kaleidoscope  It’s never just a shape alone, love is a kaleidoscope

Finding love with your childhood best friend was the most incredible thing that could happen to you. They’re your muse, your everything. Until things go wrong. The dynamic between you both shifts and things get awkward. You won’t chase them and make them stay if that’s not what they want. Instead, you reminisce over the years you had together, and you never forget them. You can’t bring yourself to get over your one and only love.

Requirements:

Date your childhood best friend

Write and sell love songs

Break up and lose all contact with your ex

Watch your ex build a new life with a new family

Buy a ranch in Chestnut Ridge and remain a single parent

Traits: music lover, loner, lazy Aspiration: musical genius Colours: purple and gold

Generation 11 - Pink Pony Club  I’m gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club

You and your parent are very different, and this makes things hard for you growing up. You don’t connect with the world you grew up in. You dream of escaping the small town and starting fresh in the city. You can be who you want to be, do what you want to do, and make friends with sims who feel the same way. You never forget where you grew up, but it was never home for you. You make a new life for yourself and are so much better for it.

Requirements:

Have a pink horse growing up

Move from Chestnut Ridge to Del Sol Valley when you become a young adult

Have a difficult relationship with your mother

Reach level ten of the entertainer career

Create a club with drag queens and kings

Traits: horse lover, insider, dance machine Aspiration: leader of the pack Colours: baby pink and silver

Generation 12 - Naked In Manhattan  Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine, could go to hell, but we’ll probably be fine

Everything changes for you when you find yourself crushing on a cute girl after years of bad relationships with sucky guys. What is this feeling? You can’t explain it, but you’ve never felt this way about anyone before. There’s an undeniable connection between the two of you, and you know you can’t go back to your old ways ever again. But will you and this girl ever be more than just friends?

Requirements:

Have slumber parties every weekend as a teen 

Live in San Myshuno your whole young adult life

Have multiple bad relationships with guys

Get juiced and hook-up with a girl before becoming woohoo partners

Never date guys again after your self-discovery

Traits: romantic, cheerful, materialistic Aspiration: city native (bonus: slumber party animal as a child) Colours: turquoise and white

Generation 13 - California  Thought I’d be cool in California, I’d make you proud

You have always dreamed of making it big, so you move in with your grandparents who live in Del Sol Valley. But things aren’t easy and you struggle making a name for yourself. You won’t give up straight away, but you can’t help but feel like something is wrong. Growing up in two cities your whole life maybe isn’t right for you. Maybe a new dream in the countryside is all you need.

Requirements:

Move to Del Sol Valley and live with grandparents as a teenager and young adult

Never complete your celebrity aspiration

Join the actor or social media career, but never surpass level six

Move to old family ranch in Chestnut Ridge as an adult and quit your job

Live the rest of your days looking after your ranch

Traits: gloomy, family-oriented, rancher Aspiration: world-famous celebrity, swap to championship rider as an adult Colours: brown and orange

Generation 14 - Guilty Pleasure I want this like a cigarette, can we drag it out and never quit?

You’re the perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect ‘good girl’. But when a not-so-perfect sim catches your eye, you can’t turn away. They challenge everything you think you know and push you to do things you never thought you were capable of. They don’t change you though, and you don’t change them. You find the perfect balance in your relationship and continue to help each other grow, keeping each other on your toes at all times.

Requirements:

Achieve A grades throughout school

Have the stereotypical ‘good girl’ image your whole life

Achieve a pristine reputation

Date someone with different traits, appearance, and lifestyle to you

Earn the opposites attract sentiment with your partner

Traits: adventurous, good, geek Aspiration: inner peace (bonus: goal-oriented as a teen) Colours: navy blue and gold

Generation 15 - Good Luck, Babe! You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

It’s hard when you don’t feel in control of your own feelings. You want to commit to a girl you love, but instead self-sabotage and refuse to admit to how you really feel. When she calls it off, you’re heartbroken. You go back to an old boyfriend who could never love you how she does and hope to find happiness with him. But years down the line, you still can’t get her out of your head. Will you ever be honest with yourself and live your true life?

Requirements:

Date a girl in secret, but never be seen in public together

Kiss lots of guys in bars

Marry a guy who you don’t love

As an adult, divorce your husband and reunite with your secret lover from years ago

Only work on your aspiration after your divorce

Traits: noncommittal, paranoid, cat lover Aspiration: soulmate Colours: baby pink and baby blue

[doctorbunny]

The Curious Case of the Kashiki Family Discrepency

So, I'd thought that we'd had Yuno's family situation figured out for some time now

Her 7th question of her first interrogation Q "Tell us about your family." A "Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Me, and my little brother <- Yura"

And her dad's not around. (In theory he could be dead, but given her lack of sentimentality around the whole thing.... He probably just dipped out, either just after she was born or possibly even before then. At Most he might've returned just long enough to help make Yura, then disappeared into the night like a deadbeat tomcat -which was irresponsible but isn't necessarily a bad thing, as Amane knows, not everyone is fit to be a parent and its not like Yuno's had anything bad to say about the rest of her family)

But then I was looking over old minigrams and noticed something odd

Yuno mentions having younger brothers, plural

At first I thought it was a typo, but in the Japanese she says 弟たち/達 Otouto-tachi Otouto meaning younger brother, and -tachi, making it plural

If this was an error, it'd be a pretty obvious detail to mess up not once but twice

So that begs the question: Why does Yuno only bring up One younger brother?

There's a few possibilities: A) Yuno Really Hates her younger siblings with the exception of Yura (I'd say this is Highly Unlikely but also the funniest option) B) Given her single mother, Yuno's younger siblings may be half siblings to different fathers, and given how full to bursting the Kashiki household is already, those kids might live with their dads Meaning Yuno had to keep them all entertained if they ever visited, but she might not consider them to be in her 'core family' so to speak, especially if they don't visit all that often (I'd say this is more likely than A, and could apply alongside C if she's got more than two younger siblings) [Japan doesn't legally have dual custody, but if both parents are on speaking terms and are fine with it, the kids can as much time with the non-custodial parent as they want] C) [and this is the one @archivalofsins was leaning on me most to talk about, but admittedly is also what first came to my mind] One of Yuno's younger brothers fucking died-

And if this is the case, then we may be learning a lot more about this in her T3... (her VA did say on milgram radio we'd get to see a very different side of her this time round)

We don't know much about this hypothetical brother, but given how Yuno expects her cat's cradle to impress Amane, it may be a good bet to assume he'd have been around 12 too.

Alas, beyond this minigram, things get a bit... circumstantial However if we work based on the assumption that C is correct, then how does that colour Yuno's attitude throughout milgram?

Well, some of that probably depends on how he died, but for maximum angst.... lets suppose he'd been terminally ill [looks at Mahiru]

For starters, it'd give some interesting contexts to one of the first things we learn about Yuno from her website bio:

誰のどんな話でもニコニコ聞いてくれるが、暑苦しい精神論のようなものは嫌い。 No matter who, or what the conversation is about, she listens with a smile, but she despises stuffy ideas like seishinron.

If you've never heard of it, seishinron is the idea that anything can be overcome through sheer willpower alone. [There's lots of different ideas that are similar to this, in the US many people believe they can 'manifest' good health and future success, and that unhealthy/unsuccessful people merely didn't Think hard enough] There's many reasons one could consider this flawed. But an experience with terminal illness would be Sure to leave someone feeling angered at the idea if you had a problem you just weren't determined enough to solve it. Disease doesn't work like that.

It'd also explain why simultaenously Yuno talks positively of her family

But then also says stuff like this

Given that Yuno referred to meeting with her clients as 'reloading the warmth' I doubt the sex work was the main cause of her feeling so low... (In fact she seemed get into it as a means to distract herself From this coldness. And TBH if we try to think about depressing things that would take an otherwise good family's attention off you... I'd say dying younger brother ranks pretty high on the Bummer Scale)

Such a vivid experience with death could also lead into how Yuno says that she doesn't care about anyone, but then becomes one of Mahiru's main carers, seemingly round the clock

a role she takes very seriously to the point that Shidou suggests she get a career in healthcare (which she takes as such a serious role as to reject the idea outright, sure she's stepped up in milgram but in the real world, surely such positions would be filled by even more dedicated people-)

Only to then afterwards change her tune and say that Actually it doesn't matter at all, only murderers died, its her own fault for getting too close to the others.

Ever the Kazui foil, Yuno might be using apathy to defend her own heart. You can't be hurt by death if you don't get attached to anyone... Well you can try at least.

Or maybe I'm totally off lol... that's enough speculating for one night

Needless to say, I don't think Yuno's doing too well, it can be hard to admit you're struggling when your baseline for suffering is 'Well at least I'm not literally dying'.

[vrystalius]

hello! your halloween event sounds super cute, can i please request going trick-or-treating with gyutaro shabana? 🩷🩷 love your work and really admire you as a person and a writer, please take care!

Trick or Treating with Gyutaro.

The only day of the year where he can feel a little more confident in his own skin.

Pairing: Gyutaro x gn!reader

Gyutaro was staring at you while you were leaning closer towards your mirror, trying to paint the birthmarks of his perfectly onto your face. You wanted to match with him while going out to trick or treat, much to his surprise. He thought you might be ashamed to go out with him or go out with Daki. But after asking his sister if she’d like to go out, she bashed him for treating her like a child. He beat himself up for upsetting his sister like that, so you suggested you two could go together! Gyutaro looks a scary and special, like a really cool costume! What he would’ve taken as an insult any other day was now perceived as a compliment. The excitement especially started bubbling up in his stomach while watching you try to match him so badly. You spend hours trying to mix up the correct foundation colour on his palm until you finally managed to kind of recreate his skin colour.

After an hour of work, you and your boyfriend were finally matching! Although your posture and body type is not exactly the same, the resemblance was still there. Now all you two have to do is wait until the sun goes down and he is finally able to leave to house. But until then, Gyutaro has gotten awfully cuddly. He didn’t bother to explain why the sudden affection because you were to distracted trying to shield your face to not smudge your make-up. He couldn’t stop staring at the black spots and markings you copied. They made him feel like you two were bonded now, like soulmates. You had a piece of him marked on you now, even if it is just temporary and supposed to be a scary costume, it still made him feel all warm and fuzzy how hard you were trying to imitate his marks.

After night finally came, Gyutaro kept snickering and laughing at the sad excuses of costumes some random kids put together. Your boyfriend also found immense joy in scaring toddlers. He straightened his back to make himself even taller and would flash his teeth, giggling and silently showing off his sharp nails. Those poor kids ran back to their mother or to wherever they came from. Why are there even kids in the entertainment district?

You were a little envious at how much candy Gyutaro was scoring. His success was either because people found him to have a very convincing costume (with his waist looking so inhumane and his skin looking so sickly all over his body), or because he was silently threatening the home owners to hand over all of their remaining sweets. That way you can enjoy the most amount and no other stupid kids can eat them. Maybe you can hand out some candy in Daki’s brothel if you don’t want to keep the multiple buckets of candy. Gyutaro saw how little candy you were getting in comparison to him and proceeded to slip some over into your bucket everytime you’re not paying attention. It was making him happy seeing your eyes lit up when glancing into the bucket and finally noticing how your amount increased by a lot. That last guy sure gave you a lot of candy, huh? Or at least that’s what your boyfriend made you think to keep you happy.

“Here, t-take my stuff. I can’t eat it anyway… B-But can I watch you sort it through though? I wanna s-see what kinda candy I can get ya for the f-future…”

I’m going to be real with you, one of my closest friends has the EXACT same pfp as you, and when I saw the notification that you started following me, I thought you were her 😭 I was really confused and scared for a day or two XD (my friends aren’t aware of this blog yet). Also, don’t be shy to send in some requests for this event! <33

Anyways, I love Gyutaro, but also EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

Here’s my Trick or Treat event 🎃

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

i cant stop thinking about how fucking illegal bluelock is...

as has already been pointed out, these kids are NOT getting fed properly

also the whole 'score more goals and you'll get better food' thing like, has to be against the geneva conventions or something

directly tying sufficient nutrition to physical labour performance CANNOT be legal

also you're telling me none of these kids have dietary restrictions? like oh you're celiac and can't eat miso soup or gyoza? have fun surviving solely off of white rice ig

why does the bluelock building have no windows. do these kids get sunlight and fresh air any time other than when they're playing football?? are they all just super vitamin D deficient???

is the grass on the football pitches in bluelock even real? or is it all artificial?? im pretty sure not being around any kind of nature/plantlife for months at a time is bad for your mental health

(it probably explains why everyone in bluelock is so rabid, when's the last time any of them saw a tree?)

also the lack of windows is a fire hazard, does the building even have fire escapes? smoke detectors? emergency exits?

none of these kids fucking consented to being a livestreamed reality TV show/sports documentary

do they get royalties from BLTV? its obviously making money but somehow i doubt that ego is giving all the bluelockers a cut of the profits

also; i forget which volume its from but theres an extra with the top 5 most popular BLTV clips, one of which is kaiser confronting/issuing his declaration of war to isagi in the BM locker room

this suggests that theres cameras and mics in the locker rooms in bluelock, the locker rooms where people change clothes, the locker rooms where TEENAGERS change their clothes

idk the exact intricacies of sports academy type situations but japan has child labour laws and im pretty sure that making kids work out so much every day theyre regularly throwing up or can barely stand goes against said labour laws

also like; safe guarding, and duty of care, and child protection laws, probably

schooling is only compulsory up to the end of middle school in japan so technically none of the bluelockers have a legal requirement to be recieving an education

BUT; doesnt bluelock essentially make them high school drop outs?? its not as if they can miss months of class and then still graduate on time

what happened to all the kids who got locked off?? are they just repeating a year or did ego crush their regular career prospects along with their footballing ones?

do the NEL coaches (minus loki i suppose) have the correct legal permissions to be coaching minors?

typically, adults need qualifications and background checks to be in a position of authority (like coaching) over children or teenagers, so like do we think the NEL coaches have that orrrrr... ?

also like how the fuck does all that work with Loki, who's only 17?

the way pre-NEL, ego was constantly popping up to chime in on conversations suggests that he was visually and auditorally monitoring these kids 24/7, including in the communal bedrooms

if thats not technically ilegal then its at least DEEPLY FUCKING CREEPY

whatever the fuck is going on with kunigami and the wildcard HAS to be some kind of illegal, like i think we're actually bordering on human experimentation and/or psychological torture at this point

the NEL is like multiple weeks long right? what fucking VISAs are all the non-japanese players on?? a solid chunck of them are probably under 18 too right?? this is a paperwork nightmare

does the NEL bidding system constitute as gambling under japanese and/or international law? what laws are there when it comes to betting on u-18 athletes/athletic leagues? is this extortion? i feel like this may be extortion

this is such a minor detail but that one colour spread of ubers doing barou's hair shows aiku holding scissors and like im pretty sure sharps being accessible to minors (not aiku obvi, but most of the other bllkers) with no adult supervision is a safeguarding issue

there's fucking tasers in their suits, tasers that they didnt know about

im like 99% sure even manufacturing those clothes is illegal, let alone having people, especially minors, wear them

also, again, isnt that a massive safeguarding issue? what was ego gonna do if he sent shidou into cardiac arrest?

so i know they all 'consented' to participate in the bluelock project and live at the facility (if you can call impulsively running through a door 'consent') but that wasnt with the knowledge that they'd basically never get to leave unless they flunked out

so like, does this count as unlawful imprisonment? there was something about parents consenting too so maybe not, but it still feels iffy, especially considering most of them didnt get their phones, their ONLY means of communication with the outside world, back until after the u20 match

which is, again, a safeguarding issue; denying anyone (but esp kids) communication with the outside world for weeks at a time is cult shit, if it's not specifically illegal in japan it's still, in the very least, immoral

speaking of the u20 match, did the bluelock XII get paid for that or what? it counted as a professional football match right? i feel like they should be getting paid for it

same goes for the NEL actually too, like even forgetting about the BLTV aspect, the bluelockers are playing in a professional football league on the u20 squads of professional football clubs, they should be making fucking wages from this

i know theyre getting bid on but theyre not actually GETTING that money rn so are they just doing all this work for these clubs for free currently?

do the tracksuits have the taser function too or is it only the athletic body suits? what if team Z had decided to jump kuon in the communal bedroom after lights out? does ego have any way to stop these kids from beating each other to death when theyre not on the pitch??

like, are there any staff at bluelock other than ego, anri, the canonically-mentioned-but-never-seen-medics, and what i assume must be a decently sized team of catering and cleaning staff??

also; no way was putting shidou in a fucking straightjacket and muzzle legal

like, even the cops in japan are only allowed to handcuff people or hold them in restraint positions, let alone ego and anri having someone forcibly cosplay hannibal lecter, shidou should sue

honestly i think the whole 'throw away your self preservation and dedicate your every breathing moment to football' ideology probably counts as emotional abuse and/or brainwashing

in chapter 204 after he collapsed at the end of the BM vs MC match, isagi wakes up in a bed in noel noa's office

he'd been changed out of his clothes whilst unconcious and then, rather than kept in the infirmary or sent back to his own room, was left alone with an adult in a room with (im pretty sure) no cameras or other people for literal hours???

not that im saying noel noa would do anything creepy, but just that conceptually that whole situation is an absolute legal nightmare on so many levels

do you think the non-bluelock NEL players get to leave the building orrrrrrrr..?

im fully aware that half of these thing are explainable by suspension of disbelief and also that kaneshiro and nomura werent thinking about this stuff when they wrote it, but please consider the following; i love being a hater <3

[gutsheapofrawiron]

binggeyuan au in which shen yuan is a popular (leftist) political commentator streaming at least 9 hrs a day, 6 days a week tackling topics you'd expect a political streamer to talk about, except he meticulously and ruthlessly breaks down various right-wing figures' views and statements (much like how he tore apart Airplane's writing in his internal dialogue constantly in the novels. imagine that but in the form of a streamer yelling at the camera as he's reacting to a Joe Rogan video), picking apart each logical fallacy with unfailing scrupulosity and sarcastic quips thrown in here and there while consistently referencing his sources properly, preventing spreading of misinformation amongst his fanbase to the best of his ability.

his fans love him because he appears, superficially, like a stereotypical cishet gamer dude who would yell on twitter about female character models in rpgs having peach fuzz on their face or about forced DEI in games nowadays, but once you actually tune in to one of his streams and turn up the audio you'll quickly realise this guy is very much an avid feminist who'll burst into an informative rant each time he comes across something even vaguely patriarchal or misogynistic on stream, educating the viewers whilst simultaneously airing out his issues with the 'stupidity of the right-wing grifters' erroneous view of the world we live in' , and he also staunchly refuses to 'objectify' women because he 'respects them too much' (speculations about how he's probably gay are properly tagged #cutsleeveornah on his dedicated fan forum). on top of that, though he tries to downplay it, he's actually really kind to his community members and makes sure to do a charity/fundraising stream often, donating (more than) liberally himself each time. When fans ask him about life advice or vent in chat he makes sure that when he does spot the message, he takes the time to give an earnest, thought-out answer, often stern with the individual but never not gentle. needless to say there's enough RPF fiction out there to last hardcore fans a triple lifetime.

(bingge comes in under the cut cause this is long)

one day he dedicates a stream to this one right-wing political streamer* who's either already concerningly popular or right on the cusp of making it big, picking apart the guy's statements and views with devastatingly correct but sometimes overly nitpicky counterarguments and rebukes, absolutely destroying this guy and everything he stands for, all the while growing increasingly incensed, all worked up because of the harmful influence of this guy and just how large his following is, face red and glasses now askew because he's gesticulating aggressively and pointing angrily at the screen and the camera while he moves about in his gamer chair because he's so!!! angry!!! at this toxic bigot!!!

anyway enter bingge who's a sloppy redpilled incel and thusly also a superfan of the right-wing streamer (in part because he relates to the streamer's lifestyle, like bingge here does Nottt cook nor clean his apartment, man lives in unnecessary SQUALOR. this is also why he's not bingmei in this au).

naturally he tunes in to watch the right-wing streamer react to the VOD of shen yuan's targeted tirade live, and though the streamer is obviously getting obliterated he just twists it (poorly) and treats it like 'free advertising', pulling a gotcha face the entire time and smirking to cover up the fact that he probably definitely wants to cry because shen yuan is vicious in tearing apart not only his viewpoints, but also his concerningly unhealthy lifestyle and personal hygiene ('there are MAGGOTS flying around your room while you're trying to convince your chat Sumeru characters being that pale is 'not colourism, actually.' How am I supposed to listen to anything you're saying and engage in a productive dialogue when there's MAGGOTS in your background?!?! Get a grip!!!').

bingge, being one of the more rabid fans, heads over to shen yuan's channel and starts hate-watching with vigour. he eases himself a little too easily into tuning in to shen yuan's stupidly long daily streams a little too fast, obsessively keeping up with whatever this pathetic leftist cuck says, does, or eats. he clips parts of the streams and posts them out of context on the right-wing streamer's forum and social media, on top of unfortunate screenshots of shen yuan in compromising positions and unflattering closeups of his face, taken mid-sentence. everything for the memes *doge face*

this goes on for a while where he just laughs at this loser cucked commie streamer crashing out live on the reg, and ignores how much shen yuan's face being all flushed and sweaty, with hair sticking to his brow as he gets all heated up from the exertion of his rants gets to him, until one day.

bingge actually decides to go out and touch grass for once, and goes to [au Twitchcon equivalent]. of course his favourite right-wing streamer will be there, and he's deadset on getting his idol's autograph. before he goes in however he decides to drop by the grocery store that's right by the venue, stocking up on a few drinks and some food he can smuggle through the entrance so he won't have to go broke on buying the stupidly expensive food at the convention itself. right when he's got the things he wants and is heading for the cash register however someone bumps into him, making him drop all of it. he turns around and it's shen yuan, in the flesh.

shen yuan looks (up!!! shen yuan isn't even that short bingge's just tall!!!) at bingge with those soulful eyes of his all big, gasps and goes 'oh god! sorry!! are you okay?' before ducking and kneeling on the floor as he's hurriedly picking everything up. bingge, having recognised him in 0.03 seconds of laying eyes upon his face, now met with the sight of shen yuan BENDING DOWN in front of him, short-circuits and just stands there, frozen, as he watches shen yuan get back up and hand him his stuff back with a small, apologetic smile before saying sorry again and something about how he's unfortunately on a tight schedule (he's an invited guest at the con), pushing a few bills into bingge's hands along with the items, enough to pay for double the amount, before rushing off, leaving bingge there, still utterly frozen.

bingge takes another moment to return to this plane of existence and realises he's got such a raging boner he just gives up on going to the con altogether, just paying for his stuff before speeding back home and furiously jerking off like 5 times (with shen yuan screenshots pulled up on his pc screen. of course), thinking about how he was so close to shen yuan he could SMELL his shampoo and about how their HANDS brushed when shen yuan put the groceries back into his arms (bingge hadn't bothered with a basket).

needless to say this is the moment his life Changes and he doubles down on clipping and screenshotting, but no longer posts any of these publicly, simply saving them in a cherished, secret folder on his computer.

*: like a svsss version of asmongold. literally just svsss!asmongold. I'd say shang qinghua but he wouldn't actually be serious about whatever rhetoric he would spout, he'd just be a pure grifter for the bag and call people the f-slur regularly meanwhile he'd go to the club every Friday and get dicked down nasty in the alley each time.

[venmondiese]

HIDDEN TOUCHES

summary: Aemond decides another fruitful payment for his eye, which he has been craving a long time. in that, he makes lucerys watch how he does it.

request from my lovely @qyburnsghost

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Rhaena Targaryen. warnings: 18+ MDNI, DARK THEMES, targcest, oral (f receiving), exhibisionsm, p in v sex, forced voyeurism, rhaena x lucerys (mentioned), they are all of age bc of my mental health, no luc*mond -- ye olde enemies to lovers

note: this def got me out my comfort zone, so here it comes!! aemond x rhaena must be one of my fav ships probably. For my sake, and bc i won't write such things, all of the people involved are of age, and i didn't picture luke as his actor because he was very much a child. i assure you that luke is NOT envolved on the sex more than watching TT so... enjoy reading!!

“Prince Aemond”

Aemond turned to the hallway to see, and his only good eye took the image of her. Pompous, with her pink dress and her braids prettily decorated with some pink ribbons. She looked ridiculously pink.

“Lady Rhaena.”

He, on the other hand, was all dark. His attire black from head to bottom, except the small gold details of the embroidery of a dragon on his clothes. His boots were imponent every time he walked around, and his eyepatch was no different colour. 

The only similarity between both was the silver hair and the purple eyes.

“I see you and your…” he searches for a word, mockingly walking closer, his arms behind his back. “Kin, have come back to my home.” He says, tilting his head as he looks down at her. 

Rhaena looks up to him, and her hands are clasped to the front. He has to admit how feminine she is; he has heard about her. How knights fought for her favour, and made songs for her, in hopes for her to like them.

“We are one kin after all, aren’t we?”

“I suppose you can call yourself that” he says smugly. 

Rhaena looks at him with impatience. He was being rude on purpose.

“And how is my mother’s dragon?” she asks, trying to fight him back.

“Oh? You mean my dragon?” 

“My mother’s” she repeats, stubbornly.

“Not anymore, is it?” He snickers, a smirk on his lips as he raises his eyebrows mockingly. It makes her fume.

“Because it was stolen”

“Because your mother died” he corrects her. “Nothing can belong to the dead, can it?” 

“I suppose not” she says, faking a smile. “Even though it was stolen. You wouldn’t be able to see those things, I suppose. My bad” 

She sees how it ticks him off. How his one eye twitches in place and his jaw gets tense. 

“You can call it however you want, my Lady. I did not steal a legitimate right to no one. Dragons do not work like that. Not like titles” He says. “Such as Driftmark’s” He adds.

Rhaena breathes in and presses her lips together. He is taunting her on purpose, because Luke's claim has been questioned, for how unvalyrian he looks. He looks none of it. 

“And you’ll carry his bastard offspring” he murmurs, as he asks, as he intends to walk away.

Rhaena looks at him at how indecent he is. She blinks in disbelief at his debauchery. 

“Excuse me?” her voice stops him in his tracks, and he turns slowly, having a certain air of smugness to him.

“You two have been promised to each other since you were two years of age. It is no surprise” Aemond shrugs it off with a smirk. “Imagine it. What a shame your late mother’s wish to make you Lady of Driftmark has to come by marrying you off a Strong man” 

“He is not-”

“Isn’t he?” 

No one else is around. Rhaena knows. She loves Luke, she really does. He is kind and funny. But he isn’t… appealing to her romantically. He was her stepbrother, and her future husband. 

“He will be a good Lord of the Tiles. A good husband too” she defends him, weakly, looking at Aemond “A Lady like me only desires for someone who shall be kind and tender. If he is so, I’d love him”.

“If it helps you sleep at night, then… believe so” Aemond shrugs, looking down at her. She wasn’t aware when they got too close, to the extent that she could practically hear his scent and hear his breathing. 

Aemond was gallardly handsome, in a different way than she thought Jacaerys was. She always met handsome men in search of her favour, just for after it, having to console Luke about it, that she wasn’t going to entertain the idea of any potential lovers. They were promised to each other since they were children, and she knew that. Is not that she hates him, she is just.. Used to him. To know that in their marriage, she will provide heirs. 

She often thinks that they married her to him because they want to assure Velaryon blood on Driftmark, the one in her blood that lacks his.

“Why doesn’t your father care of giving you a proper dragon rather than to marry you?”

“I will ride Vhagar soon enough” her stubborn voice comes, as if it was a threat that only used to amuse him even more, as his chest inflates and he smirks widens. 

“You imagine such a silly thing, cousin, but again, if it helps you sleep at night… Who am I to judge?” he says, smugly as he smirks. “Though I do not need to imagine a better life, for I am not the future breed mare of a bastard”

Rhaena opens her eyes in disgust at his lewdness, boldness and open rude comment. She feels enraged, being seen just like that. Like an animal to breed, and later to be discarded, put aside as if nothing. 

Rhaena moves her hand to slap him across his cheek, a loud smack on his right cheek that didn’t even move his face away. If anything, it hurt her wrist to do that, yet she hoped her gold rings could do some damage. 

His face barely moves, and his lips curl into an amused smile as he feels the stinging slap on her face. His only eye turns to her, and before she can move her hand down, he grabs her wrist.

Even if she pulls, his grip is strong, and makes her arm go stiff. She tries to pull away, but he pulls her into his chest abruptly, to lower his head and capture her lips on a forceful kiss. Her chest is pressed against his, and she is certainly sure he is stepping on her dress. His other hand moves to the lower part of her back, forcing her to be still as he kisses her. 

She hasn’t kissed anyone, just a stable boy once, but just because Baela dared her to once, but she never counted that. Still, she doesn’t know if a kiss should feel so messy as Aemond kisses her. She never thought she’d enjoy a kiss with someone who calls her a whore. 

Aemond drags her as if she doesn’t weigh a thing, holding her by the wrist and making her legs follow his long steps to an isolated, dark place of the keep. She guesses that Aemond would know each little corner of his own home.  

She doesn’t exactly know what his weird little room is, but Aemond closes the door, and he kisses her again, deeply, as if he needed her as the air he breathes. 

“Married to a Lord” He scoffs between kisses, as his hands grip her waist. “You deserve to be a real Targaryen princess…” he trails off as he moves to kiss her neck, and she whimpers softly. 

She is not sure that he knows that his wife won’t be a princess, but the thought of him wanting to give her everything he has to offer is rather… oddly sweet. 

Rhaena feels his lips lowering to her breasts, and she has to blush at the lewdness, the debauchery of it. She wasn’t the most devoted follower to the faith, yet she feels embarrassed by those feelings, new, lustful feelings. She might pray for forgiveness later.

Aemond is rarely tender, she thinks. She thought he would be… forceful. But he holds her as if she is porcelain.  

Tender, but hungry. There is a certain pull to him; like an invisible string that held him back, but a burning desire within to give in to his whims. He looks up at her; as if for a moment to take in her features, as if trying to look some sort of disgust in her face. 

It is her who kisses him back, as he presses her against one of the wood tables around the room, and she holds his jaw with her both hands, her long nails softly scratching the begging of his jaw. She didn’t know how to kiss as passionately as he did, but she did her best. 

He appreciates the kiss, as his hands move to slowly pull up softly her dress, accommodating between her legs, too close as her pink dress gets pulled up and her breath gets stuck on her throat as she pulls back to watch him. He looked at her, as she could feel his hardness pressing insistently on her clothed pussy. 

“Aemond-”

“Indulge me” he says, in a raspy tone. 

It is not a plea, to her it sounded as if he is asking for permission to keep going, but before she can process the question, or answer it, he just kisses her again, moving his hands in her undergarments, up to her thigh more and more. He asked for permission or just informed her? She didn’t know, but it prepared her for whatever he wanted.

“Too good to be the breed of a bastard” he murmurs against his lips, before he accommodates her atop of the wood table, and he kneels in front of her. 

“Aemond-” 

He doesn’t seem to hear her, and if he does, he truly doesn’t care. 

She tries to move the skirts of her dress to look at him, trying to move the fabric, which she regrets using such a puffy dress. She feels his cold hands moving her underpants, and when she can see his face between all of her skirts, he just leans in to taste her pussy.

The gasp that leaves her mouth sounds more like a sob and she tries to not fall as she sits on the edge, and her hands grip the edge as Aemond moves his tongue all the way up, devouring her, taking in her taste on his wicked tongue.

“Divine” he murmurs against her cunt, diving his tongue into her again.

She squirms slightly, her body accepting the foreign touch, but she was not used to it. It was overwhelming, in a sense. She didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Aemond…” she repeats her name again, she can’t possibly form another word.

“What? Can’t handle a little oral from your cousin?” he murmurs, and she can practically hear the smirk on his lips, as if this amused him greatly. “To think that all knights fight for your favour, yet here you are… with me…” he murmurs, with certain pride for acquiring such a price for himself. 

He was possessive about something he did not possess, since Rhaena was promised long before she could even think. 

“You are so…” She tries to say, but his tongue swipes across her clit, long and flat, and so thorough. He loved how easily he could rile her up, how quickly he could push her to the edge.

As his left hand, holding her thigh apart from the other, his right hand found her entrance as he pulled his mouth back a bit, shoving two fingers inside her cunt at once, pumping them in and out, as he licked her clit. He cared not if she liked it or not, because he knew she would. 

She had to bite her hand to stop the moans, little whimpers reached his ears, which was nothing but a delight. 

His fingers began to move in a steady, driving rhythm, and he licked at her pussy with slow, broad strokes. His fingers curled inside her, seeking that velvety spot that would make her little whimpers turn into scandalous moans. 

“Aemond, stop it, I think I-” Rhaena says, as the boiling feeling in her abdomen starts to make her legs try to close shut, because her cunt was receiving so much stimulation that she was starting to moan louder and more desperate for a something she was yet to experimentate. 

He does not, because he knows what she does not; he knows how close she is to cum, to soak his mouth and he would delight himself in her taste even after she came hard on his tongue. He holds her in place, caring not if she squeezes his head between her legs, because he will not stop until she cums. 

He hears her loud moans, that she tries to hide covering her mouth, her legs tremble, and he knows that she is feeling overwhelmed. She hears the little curse she says as she cums, hard on his mouth. To be fair, he has known women who cum a lot, but Rhaena… She was a new found delight of his.

“Hm, who would have said you were a squirter?” He murmurs, his face shines with the wetness, and she has to look away due to the lewdness. Good gods, what has she done? “Next time you’ll cum in my cock”

–

Those words are impregnated in her brain as she sits across the other end of the table at supper. She was beside Lucerys, as he chats with Jace, but she was drinking wine and sharing soft spoken talks with her stepmother. 

Lucerys had kindness in him, true. He was.. Nice. But not… appealing to her. He tended to be like a child, and she cringed a bit at that; they were old now, at marrying age, and one had to leave the child-like reassurance in the past. And Lucerys did not.

“He is looking at me” Lucerys says in a murmur to her, which makes Rhaena look at him, out of her thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Aemond”

Rhaena blinks a bit, her legs squeezing together at the name. She longed for his wicked tongue lapping her folds again. 

She turns her head to watch him, in front, at the other end of the long table at the family supper. He had no expression on his face, as if one of boredom and annoyance. When her eyes meet his, she notices the slight clench on his jaw.

“He is not” she says. Imbecile. She thinks, resenting him a bit. How can he be so clueless?

He is looking at me. She wants to say, smugly even, something so unlike her. Her heart beats fast as she swallows the fact. He was looking at her. 

Hearing Lucerys giggles as the pig is served, gets her clueless a bit, but she remembers the story they told her; the pink dread. That’s why Aemond said that night  ‘Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride’ 

It stirred her wrong. The same boy who mocked a Targaryen prince about not having a dragon, many times until he stood up to them, was about to marry her… a dragonless Targaryen. 

Lucerys never treated her wrong, Rhaenyra raised her boys right. But it made her uncomfortable, thinking about it. She resented him, for being able to do things, to choose, to ride a dragon, when he was… not worthy. 

The rest of the dinner is a blurry image, Aemond mocking her stepbrothers, and Jace trying to defend them. Jace was dreamy, she thought, he was everything a lady like her would like. But Aemond? The bones of her needed him, and just by having one taste of him, and not him whole. 

She hated herself for it. For resenting Luke, for wanting Aemond. As she walked on the halls, after her father sent them to bed, Baela went to Jacaerys, but she didn’t want to go to Luke. Why couldn’t she be like before? She accepted her fate, she is okay with it. Now it looks… like crumbs from what she could have.  

“Rhaena” It’s Aemond’s voice, from the end of the stairs. She turns, and walks closer, frowning a bit. Her chambers were not on the same floor of those in the royal family, she was merely an extension of it.

“Prince Aemond”

He smirks, his chest almost inflates with delight at her words. 

“I suppose you had a nice supper?”

“You were unnecessarily cruel” She states, still defending them in the kindness of her heart. 

“One of my many charming traits.” He was shrugging to it, as his hand wraps her wrists. “Come on.”

She finds herself again being dragged to his chambers, and no guards are close to the hall of his rooms.  Weird she thinks. 

He closes the door of his chambers, which seem cold and uninviting to her, as if no one ever lived here. She can see his bed on one side, and the lonely récamier next to the fire, as he guided her quickly to sit there, not allowing her a peak of his full chambers. 

“I have a surprise for you.” He says softly, a small smirk as he moves to serve her a cup of wine on the table. Her head tilts, not understanding a bit. “It’s more like a… proof of my loyalty.”

Rhaena frowns, what could he even give her? Jewels? Dresses? She takes the cup he gives her, and he goes back to serve himself another. She looks at the other side of the room, thinking about what kind of gift Aemond could give…

“Lucerys” She says, standing up immediately, her voice surprised, and her heart balls to her stomach, as she sees her betrothed, tied to a chair, and his mouth muffled as he tries to move the unmovable chair. 

He doesn’t seem hurt, or bleeding, just desperate to get out of the chair.

“Aemond, why would you do such a thing?” She cries, as she leaves her cup somewhere to be quick to untie him. 

“I told you” Aemond says, grabbing her elbow, and not allowing her to help him. “A gift”

Rhaena feels distressed, she looks at the dagger on Aemond’s waist, little dragon details full of sapphires, very sharp and very much him. She hesitates, and she fears that he’ll take his debt, an eye for an eye. Lucerys is at his mercy, and she wouldn’t be able to fight against him, she knows it. 

“Aemond, this is madness. Untie him” she says, her voice kind, and even if she resents the boy, she loves him, as a brother. “He has done…” She stops herself before finishing, because saying that ‘he has done nothing wrong’ would throw Aemond into madness. “Take it out on me”

Aemond raises his eyebrow. Lucerys’ voice comes as a muffled scream, but she doesn’t care.

“I was there too. I have the blood of the dragon, and Velaryon blood too…” She says, standing up for him. 

Aemond looks at her, and he walks closer. She can hear Lucerys’ sounds coming out as desperate, as if he was afraid that he will harm her. But she knows better than him. 

“Silly girl” He says smirking, patronisingly to her. “You really don’t have a clue of the world..”

Rhaena stands still, looking at her as she blinks a bit confused. She clenches her fists, and she follows him as he sits on the récamier, standing in front of him. Surely, she daydreamed about him? Yes. Did she want him to ravish her and fuck her? Surely. Did she hope that he’ll steal her away from a betrothal that by the passing second seems dreadful? No doubts. But to make Lucerys suffer from it… she was far too kind and sweet to do so.

“Stop this madness” She tries to plead with him.

“Madness? Perhaps” Aemond says as he takes his coat off, and he grabs his dagger, pointing it to her, as he sits calmly. “But also intensely pleasurable. For me, at least” He shrugs, and smirks. “Take off your underpants” 

Rhaena is taken aback, as she steps back looking at him. She turns to watch Luke, who shakes his head from side to side, as Aemond moves his dagger to press it against the fabric of her dress. 

“It is not a petition” He hurries her. 

Rhaena looks at the dagger. “But don’t damage my dress” she says moving back, as she leans to fetch the end of her dress to take her under pants off. It amuses Aemond greatly how she cares for such womanly things as dresses. It is endearing. 

Rhaena extends to him her underpants, and he inspects them, smirking. He stands up, and moves to Lucerys, smugly. “She is truly a vixen.” He says, leaving the underpants on his lap. “You had her hidden, not so well, hm?”

Rhaena feels embarrassed, and more ashamed because it turns her on. It was a torture to her, between duty and her most hidden desires. Lucerys was the boy she was promised to, but Aemond was the man she craved. 

“You won’t hurt him?” She asks as he sits back, and he sighs, moving to undo his breeches. 

“I’ll spare him… for now. Won’t hurt him, physically, at least.” He says grabbing her waist and his other hand moving to her skirts to pull them up. “I’ll just make him watch as I take what’s mine. How a true dragon takes what they want.” He says smugly, forcing her to sit on his lap, her back pressed against his chest as he moves his breeches for his cock to be free. 

He slides his hands, taking the edge of her dress to push it all the way up to her waist, in which Rhaena has to grab his knees so as not to fall. He has the same idea, as with one hand he holds her skirts up, and the other moves to spread her legs apart, revealing her glistening cunt to the onlooker. 

“Isn’t her cunt so…” Aemond trails off, and Rhaena understands what he is doing, showing her intimacy to Luke as if mocking him for having what he doesn’t. 

“Aemond” Rhaena murmurs in a whine, embarrassed as she tries to press her legs together, shy to be seen so exposed. 

The oldest prince grins at her embarrassment, leaning to kiss the side of her neck. “Shy, cousin? Don’t be, you are beautiful… enough to arouse anyone just with a look” he says amused, his voice almost a low purr. He glances at Lucerys, his chin pressing on her left shoulder, and he glances over at the bulge growing on his pants. Pathetic, he thinks. “Just like it does to him, no doubt. Watching you like this must be quite… stimulating.” He trails off, letting his fingers  down on her body, to her cunt. 

He savoured Rhaena’s discomfort, and the Strong’s arousal. He leaves soft kisses on her neck, and exposed shoulder, as he moves her body to his delight.

“Your maidenhood..” He murmurs, looking at her “Shall be mine”

The feel of Aemond’s cock sliding on her cunt is a slight discomfort at the beginning, as she was not used to feeling something pushing insistently inside. She is wet, and her mouth falls open as she has to shut her eyes, wanton sounds leaving her.

“Fucking you right in front of him. While he watches and wishes he could be in my place” He says smugly, his voice tense due to the way her cunt clenched around his cock inside, as if she was made to take him in every way. “You take my cock like the good girl you are.”

It was mortifying for her first time being in front of her betrothed, instead with him, on her wedding night, with him as her husband, not as a viewer. She opens her eyes to look at him ,and she cannot understand his face. He is somewhat mortified, panting as he still fights against the bounds. She can see the erection on his pants, and she feels ashamed. But the feeling does not last long as Aemond’s cock is thrusting in her insides and forcing her to leave the shame away, replacing it with pure lust. 

The thick length of his cock grinds deliciously in her walls, Aemond loves the feeling of her cunt just trying to milk him, as she moans loudly, for the bastard to hear. He holds both of her wrists on her back making her bounce on his cock to fuck herself. He smiles, her dress surely would be wrinkled, and he takes the chance to slap her ass as he turns his gaze down to watch his dick disappearing on her cunt. 

“Watch closely, Strong. This is what a real man looks like. This is what it means to truly claim a woman” Aemond smirks, as his cock went in and out of her, his cock slick with her juices. “See how hard he is from watching us. Knowing that if you truly liked him, your maidenhood would have been his. But it is not, and you won’t be his”

There is a certain air to Aemond that Rhaena craves. She finds herself nodding along with every word he says, his cock inside barely leaves her any room to think. She just needs him, deeper, harder, more and more.

“You will cum, pretty girl?” Aemond asks softly, voice more tender when referring to her. He loved to praise her, he realised. She was such a pretty thing to admire, it was inevitable. He reached around to rub Rhaena’s clit, his thumb rolling the sensitive nub as he pushed his cock deep into her cunt. “Cum all over yourself, darling”

Maybe it’s the endearing name or the overwhelming sensation of his cock so deep,slamming against her cervix and his balls smacking against her ass, but she moans wantonly as she cums, her purple eyes rolling back in her head as her orgasm hit,  the sweat on her body makes her feel more overwhelmed, and spilling her release all over his thrusting cock. 

“Take it, fucking take it…” He groans at the sensation of her tight cunt clenching around his cock, using her pleasure to spur himself on. “Such a good girl…” 

Aemond buries himself to the hilt inside Rhaena, his cock pulsing as he pours his seed deep into her womb. He smirks to himself, as his forehead rests against her back as they pant, the Strong bastard long forgotten by both. 

As his softening cock slips out of her used cunt, he knows one thing; she is his now. He puts his cock back to his pants, and he finishes the last remnants of the wine, leaving Rhaena panting on the chair. 

He watches his pathetic nephew, still struggling against his restraints, and gazing at Rhaena, as if wanting to check her security. Aemond rolls his eye before taking his dagger once again, which makes the little shit struggle even more. 

If Aemond wanted his eye, he would have got it before Rhaena came in. He instead cuts the bounds and grabs the neck of his shirt, pulling him to walk out the door as he takes off the restraint on his mouth. 

“You will— Regret this” Lucerys says panting, trying to gain his composure as Aemond pushes him out of his chambers.

“Yeah, yeah, I surely will, bastard” He says patronisingly, kicking him out of his chambers. “Deal with your pathetic cock first” He added before closing the door on his face.

He is quick to return to Rhaena’s side, holding her into his arms as he lays in the récamier, with her cuddling atop of him. 

“I didn’t ruin your dress…” He murmurs, and she faintly smiles. 

“Thank you” Rhaena murmurs softly. 

Aemond hesitates, his hand caressing her back. He is not good with words, never has been.

“You can… stay” He says softly. “Vhagar is big enough for both” He adds “And she puts eggs from time to time, and… One of her eggs can be yours” He says softly “Like your sister has Moondancer from Vhagar, maybe another egg will be for you…” 

Rhaena looks at him, and is a bit confused by his change of demeanour. “Thank you” she murmurs softly, nuzzling to his embrace. “For caring”

“I know how it feels” he adds quietly, still caressing her back. “To be trapped too”

Rhaena hesitates a bit, not sure if to reveal her heart’s secrets to him, but at this moment, when Luke is probably snitching on them, she trusts in him. 

“I just… They are good boys. But… Driftmark… and such… Baela would be an excellent lady. She was born to do that.”

Aemond nods softly “And you?”

“I am not worthy in my father’s eyes.”

He can sense Rhaena’s loneliness and he hugs her tighter. “You are more than worthy to me. Perhaps, and only perhaps, I will die very soon to leave Vhagar to you”

Rhaena chuckles a bit, and she looks at him with her soft, tender purple eyes. “Don’t. Tomorrow you and I will ride on her, go to Oldtown and escape from our families. My father will be absolutely mad”

Aemond smirks at the prospect, and he takes the challenge.

“I hope your silly dresses don’t take too much space” He jokes, and she giggles a bit. 

They talk for a bit more, Rhaena feels exhausted, but she forces her eyes to stay open and listen to Aemond respond to her questions. After some time, he insists on getting up, and at least for her to have a decent nightgown if she was sleeping around here. 

The banging on his door makes him know who it is. 

“Open the door, you one-eyed bastard!” It’s Daemon's voice, which Aemond feels not so bothered about.

“We can leave through the passageway if you want” He says to Rhaena, while she shakes her head, she has to face her fears.

She walks silent, as she hears the voices of her family on the other side, and she opens the door all by herself. She watches his father, as if he was ready to depart King’s landing, alongside with Rhaenyra wearing her coat, and Lucerys behind her. 

“Are you okay, Rhaena?” Rhaenyra asks, but Daemon interrupts her.

“I am going to kill him-”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Rhaena says softly, looking at the three of them. “I am fine”

Aemond walks behind her, and smirks. “Sister. Uncle, nephew. Don’t you want to enter?” He asks mockingly, crossing his arms.

Daemon seems furious, but Rhaenyra stops her, trying to calm her husband from killing Aemond.

“What has gotten into you?” Daemon asks, “Giving yourself as if-”

“Daemon” Rhaenyra stops him, trying to hold him back, and Lucerys looks at Rhaena, with… something she can’t decipher. Disappointment? Disgusted? She can’t understand the face, and it shames her a bit to hurt him like that, but it’s not like she regrets it. 

“He forced her” Lucerys corrected Daemon, still defending Rhaena’s honour. “I saw it”

Rhaena cringes, and she can see that so does Rhaenyra. She bites her lower lip as if considering her words, before speaking up again “He didn’t force me to anything.”

Rhaenyra looks at her, and she tries to get the best of the situation. Daemon seems more upset, but Rhaenyra shushes him.

“Well, we can always go back to Drag-”

“I’d say she rather enjoyed it” Aemond speaks up in a smug tone. 

The four of them turn to look at him, as he so smugly shrugs. 

“You bastard!” Daemon says before jumping to hit Aemond in the face, which the younger prince takes no interest in fighting, despises the hard hits on his face.

It’s Rhaenyra with the help of Arryk that helps them to separate (or to separate Daemon from Aemond), as she reprimands him for making the situation much worse. No one else about Aemond and Rhaena’s affair, and he was taking out any mean to talk them out of it, to remind Rhaena of her duties as a future bride to Lucerys, instead, Daemon entertains the amusement in which Aemond seems to relish himself into into torturing them all.

“You will marry Lucerys Velaryon” Daemon tells her daughter, pointing his index finger at her, not leaving room for her to protest. 

“I challenge prince Lucerys Velaryon to a duel, then” Aemond says, standing up with no problem, despising his bloody cheekbone. “For Lady Rhaena Targaryen’s hand in marriage”

Rhaenyra’s face is pale, out of any colour that she might have, and so does Lucerys. Rhaena looks at him, shaking her head. Sure, she wanted to get out of the betrothal, but to murder Lucerys? She won’t be part of it.

“Aemond, don’t”

“I’ll kill you before you put another finger on my daughter”

“Gladly, uncle. Only after I kill the little lord Strong”

"Do you dare to duel for my daughter's hand with her betrothed? What kind of-"

"Didn't you do the same with mum? You killed her betrothed in a duel" Rhaena says frowning, and Daemon gets quiet to that.

Rhaenyra looks at Lucerys, horrified at the prospect of it. He doesn’t seem particularly thrilled or prepared for it either, and there was nothing he could do to possibly win in a duel with Aemond. 

Rhaena tries to make Aemond understand the reason, to do anything but.

“Just break the betrothal” Rhaena says to Rhaenyra. “I am not a maiden, and Aemond will take me as his.”

Aemond sees the face of his half sister, she finds herself in an impossible situation. He turns to the little bastard pup, shitting himself behind his mum, unable to do any harm to him ever again, and he will make sure of it. That it hurts once he stabs him in the eye. 

Her sweet Rhaena has such a pure heart, and his hand finds her to feel the warmth of her kindness, that he sometimes lacks. But they'll manage, he knows that.

[starogeorgina]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Criston Cole x reader

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex

1.07

You giggle as Raya reminisces about the time she and another handmaid walked in on a newly married lord and lady from a visiting house having sex in the gardens of Winterfell. You were more surprised that everything was working while being outside in the freezing snow . It was only of interest to the ladies because of how handsome the Lord was, but the scandal quickly became old news.

If that had taken place in the gardens of the keep, it would still be spoken about daily years later.

As you whispered to each other in hushed tones while Raya finished braiding your hair, the sound of shifting armour from across the room caught your ear.

“Is something wrong, princess?”

“No…no, no, of course not. I just hadn’t realised the Kingsguard was changing so early.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you realised that Ser Criston was on the other side of the door. You had yet to speak to him since returning to keep the night before. What you did… you didn’t regret it but were afraid he would. Your stomach is in knots, but you smile politely at the rest of her story, knowing you’ll need to speak with him shortly.

A few moments of silence pass before Raya finishes. Clearing your throat nervously, you stand up and start to smooth out your dress when there’s a knock at the door.

“Come.”

The door opens and Criston enters the room, his facial expression completely neutral. He bows his head, “Ser Gwayne, princess.”

Your lips part when the knight steps to the side, letting your husband walk into the room. You lock eyes with Criston’s, and it’s like looking into pools of darkness; a brief flash of irritation appears on his face as he leaves to resume his post outside. Raya excuses herself and pretends to fluff up pillows, but you know she’s listening in.

“I’m glad I caught you before you went dragon riding,” Gwayne says. “I was wondering if you’d join me for a walk in the gardens?”

A lump forms in your throat as you force a smile, “Yes, of course.”

Clicking your tongue, Storm grumbles, jumps down off the chair, and comes behind you. You clap behind his ear before moving towards the door.

Gwayne looks surprised. “You’re bringing the pup?”

“Direwolf,” you correct. “But yes, it’s not good for a wolf to be cooped up inside all day.”

“Much similar to a dragon then.”

—

You try not to sigh or roll your eyes while sitting down next to the shaded fountain in the garden, even though Gwayne was walking with his wife, a princess; it didn’t stop him from eye-fucking with other ladies at court.

It was embarrassing.

“I suppose the young princess won’t want to travel back home without her wolf,” Gwayne says, looking at Storm, who was now lying beneath a tree.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why the sudden invite to join you?”

The redhead shakes his head, chuckling. “I do admire how frank you are, princess. I simply wished to speak with you and thought, why not outside?”

“Oh.”

You skim your finger over the water, watching the colourful fish swimming. Stubbornness was a trait of a Targaryen, but you refuse to speak first when the other person is treating you like a fool. Gwayne had invited you to the gardens to put on a show.

After a few moments of silence, Gwayne clears his throat and, almost in a whisper, asks, “Did you think any more of what I suggested? Taking a lo—”

“Stop,” you hiss, glancing around to make sure nobody else was nearby, aside from your sword shield, who was standing with his back towards the fountain. “I know you weren’t a man marked with jealousy, but you mustn’t say that out loud. Saying such things in public is how rumours are spread.”

Taken aback, Gwayne looks genuinely remorseful. “Sorry, I wasn’t—“ he sighs. “I have been feeling the pressure from both my father and sister; every other day they are asking when I will be a father. It’s exhausting. I missed my family while I lived in OldTown but now it’s clear I took privacy for granted.”

Squeezing his hand, “You’ll learn to drown the noise out.”

“But did you think about it?”

“I have… I haven’t reached a decision yet.”

You felt bad for lying, but Gwayne was a Hightower, and it was still unclear how trustworthy he was even though it was his idea.

“There was something else I wanted to ask you,” he licks at his lips. “I know you have plans of returning to Winterfell, but the queen has informed me they are having a feast for Prince Daeron’s name-day, and all of House Hightower will be attending, and without you by my side, I will be bombarded with questions. It’s selfish, I know.”

Daeron wasn’t much older than Jacaerys, and you didn’t doubt how elaborate your brother's name-day would be to compensate for the attention the king would give his grandson soon after. You didn’t think it was possible for a handsome lord to be so unhappy at court, but now his usual mask of calmness was slipping.

“We will stay and go north afterwards.”

“Thank you.”

—

It doesn’t take the knight king to approach you in the gardens after Gwayne leaves.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you try to control your breathing. It was hard trying to focus on anything else with the memory of Criston's lips pressing against your own fresh in your mind.

His hands gripping tightly onto your thighs as he presses your back against the tree…

“Princess.”

“Ser Criston,” you swallow thickly. “Did you overhear?”

He nods. In a low voice he says, “I meant what I said, princess; my sword and shield are yours.”

“Nobody could ever know,” you whisper to yourself more than him. “Whatever we have, it will forever be hidden in the shadows of the castle.”

“I know.”

“You’ll need to watch another man claim a babe that you fathered.”

“Having the smallest parts of you will be enough,” he says softly.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes gloss over. You wanted to be a good wife and mother and do your duty, and because of the knight, it would be possible. You just hoped after having the smallest parts of Criston, you don’t become greedy and want more.

You throw your head back as Criston’s warm tongue laps between your sensitive folds; you feel a rush of pleasure coursing through your body and tightening in your stomach. Clutching at the soft linens, you bite down on your bottom lip, careful not to make a loud noise. Your hips begin to buck upward involuntarily, meeting his skilled tongue.

Just as your orgasm approaches, a sudden, sharp knock on the door pulls you apart from each other. Someone attempts to open the door, but it doesn’t budge.

Thank the gods Criston locked it.

“It’s Raya, princess.”

“Just a moment!”

“I’m just making sure you are feeling well since you haven’t been breaking fast at your usual times.” Raya wasn’t one to spontaneously appear; she never breaks from her routine unless asked to, which leads you to believe something else is going on. The knocking continues, more urgently this time. “Her grace is quite persistent that she sees for herself that you are feeling well.”

Alicent.

Panic flickers across Criston’s face, mirroring your own. He stares up at you and silently mouths, “What do we do?”

You share a look, both knowing the consequences of getting caught. Your heart races. Rushing to your feet, you sway slightly, getting a head rush from the sudden movement. You lift the frilly bed skirt and hold it up so Criston can crawl underneath it. Thankfully he wasn’t undressed yet, which meant he had no clothes discarded across the room. The knight had been using a door that was hidden by furniture to come in and out of your room, but there was no time.

Clearing your throat, you fix your nightgown and put on a robe and go to unlock the door. “Your grace, forgive me for taking so long—”

Alicent walks straight into your chambers, her eyes immediately landing on your unmade bed. Raya mouths sorry then leaves. You silently debated whether you should close the door or not with Alicent’s sworn shield and another knight from the king's guard posted outside the room.

“Are you ill, stepdaughter?” She asks in a sickly sweet tone.

“No, your grace, I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

Alicent scrunches her nose up. “The king did mention that Meera was still sharing a room with you most nights. What does your husband think about that?”

“As Ser Gwayne doesn’t visit my chambers during the night, I imagine he cares very little about it.”

“Hmm,” she gives you a sarcastic smile. “I will admit I was hoping you were having symptoms of morning sickness.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m just sleep deprived.”

“Yes, perhaps a bath might help you not look so stressed. As the king’s daughter, it is important that you look presentable during such a celebrated occasion.”

You bite down on your tongue; her bitterness towards you was blatantly obvious. Part of you did pity Alicent since Daeron’s name day was on the morrow and your father didn’t seem interested. “Of course, your grace.”

As soon as she leaves, you close the door and wait a few beats before locking it.

While chewing on your lower lip, you go back towards your bed; before you reach it, Criston sneaks up behind you and plants a kiss on your cheek.

Your mind goes into overdrive with the fear of not being able to do your duty. As if he can tell what you’re thinking. Criston places his hand over his stomach. “It’s only been three weeks; give it time.”

“I know,” your noses brush together as you turn to face him. “Unfortunately, I think it’s best that you go. She could come back.”

Criston nods and backs away from you slowly; the feeling of his hand holding yours still lingers long after he’s let go. Minutes later you are left standing alone in your chambers processing how close you just were to being caught.

—

Holding his head in his hands, Criston inhales and exhales deeply. In the privacy of his own room, he sits completely nude, trying to cool down, but his efforts are in vain since sweat still trickles down his brow. His body was coated in sweat by the time he returned to the White Sword Tower.

The Targaryen princess's beauty could be to blame, but whatever the reason, Criston was completely infatuated with her.

Even now, after almost being caught by the queen, he still felt a yearning for her. It was sickening; Criston was so ashamed of breaking his vows. The moment he heard Alicent’s voice, he began to tremble like a scared child, but one glance at the princess's teary eyes and the knight knew he needed to hold himself together. So he tried his best not to seem so fazed while being terrified on the inside.

If anyone discovers their secret, the knight's head would be taken, and he would bring disgrace to his family’s name… yet, he knew he’d risk again and again for the princess.

[adddddiiii]

Unexpected Encounters

Contents: Boss!Grayson Hawthorne x employee!reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, one use of y/l/n

Your first day working at Hawthorne Foundation had been nothing short of overwhelming. Between the flurry of introductions, navigating the massive building, and figuring out how to keep up with your enigmatic new boss, Grayson Hawthorne, you were utterly spent.

Grayson had been... commanding to say the least. Polished and poised, he seemed to glide through the office like he owned the very air inside it. You'd hardly gotten through your introduction before he'd handed you a file and said, "I need this checked and organised by tomorrow. Don't fail me."

The weight of his words stayed with you all day. By the time you'd left the Foundation, you decided you needed a drink — and maybe a loud, crowded space to drown out your thoughts.

Which is how you ended up at a club downtown with a couple of friends. The music was pulsing, neon lights casting shadows and colours across the packed dance floor. You were nursing a cocktail at the bar, finally starting to unwind, when you felt it: the unmistakable sensation of someone's gaze on you.

Turning slightly, your eyes locked with a pair of familiar steel-gray ones.

Grayson Hawthorne.

Your stomach dropped. What the hell was he doing here?

He was leaning casually against the bar a few feet away, dressed sharply in a black button-up and dark slacks. If he'd noticed your panic, he didn't show it. Instead, he stared at you expressionlessly, lifting his drink in a silent toast before pushing off the bar and walking toward you.

"Miss y/l/n," his was voice was smooth and low and somehow audible over the music. "I didn't expect the see you here."

You blinked. Your gripped tightened around your glass. "Mr Hawthorne," you replied, doing your best to sound composed. "I could say the same."

"Grayson," he corrected. "We're not at work now."

Outside of the sterile walls of the office, he seemed different. More relaxed, though still uptight.

"I didn't think you were the clubbing type." You raised an eyebrow at him.

His lips twitched into a slight smirk. "I could say the same."

You felt your cheeks heat. "It's been a long day. I needed a break."

"First days can be exhausting," he said, his tone lighter than expected. "But from what I saw, you handled yourself well."

The compliment caught you off guard. "Thanks."

Grayson tilted his head and studied you like you were a particularly interesting puzzle. "You're unlike most people I work with."

"How so?"

"You're not afraid to look me in the eye." He took a sip of his drink. "Most people avoid it. Intimidation, I suppose."

You let out a breathless laugh. "Believe me, you're still intimidating."

He chuckled, a low, warm sound. "Noted."

For a moment, the two of you stood there. The chaotic energy of the club continued on around you and the weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear, yet you couldn't look away.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked suddenly, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You stared at him, caught between disbelief and intrigue. "Are you serious?"

"Completely."

You hesitated for only a moment before setting your drink on the bar and taking his outstretched hand.

As he led you to the dance floor, you wondered if this night was the beginning of something you'd never see coming — and maybe something you couldn't resist.