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Heat of The Moment: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You're best friends with Eddie, but you're also secretly in love with him. You struggle to hide your feelings, until a visit to Lover's Lake makes you unable to keep up the act anymore. Thankfully, things go better than you expect...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI:  smut, swearing, female reader, jealousy, crying, lots of angsty feelings, friends to lovers, metalhead!reader, drug references/use, grinding, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting

Word Count: 5.5k

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Heat of The Moment

You've been close friends with Eddie Munson since high school. You remember not fitting in with anybody, and then Eddie took you under his wing. He showed you how to play D&D, and all of his metal band cassette tapes. Soon after, you joined the Hellfire Club and became a full-blown metalhead. You cut your hair short and dyed it funky colors, and wore a beaten leather jacket covered in pins and patches. Your jeans were always torn, and Converse adorned your feet at all times. You even had your nose pierced, much to your mother's dismay. Your eyes were always smoky with eyeliner, and dark red lipstick made your mouth look absolutely sinful. You made guitar pick earrings and a matching necklace to wear, Eddie had generously given the picks to you. You'd even made him a necklace as well, and he gave you the biggest bear hug when you gifted it to him on his birthday. You were hoping for a kiss, but you took whatever affection you could get from Eddie.

Years later, you'd both just squeaked by to graduate, you never took your grades very seriously. You don't see the point of doing what everyone in life pushed on you. College, marriage, kids, the house with the white picket fence. It all seems so hollow, and you want no part in it. You instead choose to focus on Eddie. You play D&D with him regularly, and he recently decided to teach you how to play the guitar. Some days you just get high and listen to Metallica or Dio in his trailer. Any time you can spend by his side, you jump at the chance. You couldn't help falling in love with him, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He treats you like a sister, a best friend. He always picks other girls to go out with and screw. It's not like you aren't a catch, you've been with plenty of guys. But none of them make you feel the way Eddie does, so you’ve never formed a long-term relationship with any of them. You can barely remember their names, they don't matter to you at all.

It always hurts you to see Eddie with other girls, kissing and giggling with them. They sit in his lap after his shows, practically humping him on the couch in his trailer. It always makes you want to scream, or vomit. That should be you, not some whore who doesn't care about him. So you try your best to act unbothered, bringing your own dates to distract yourself. You eventually fuck them on the couch while Eddie takes whatever girl he brought home to his bed.

But the whole time you're having sex with someone else, you can hear what’s happening in his bedroom. It makes you want to burst into tears, but you just pretend you don't hear. Or worse, you pretend the random guy you’re with is Eddie instead. You always feel disgusted afterwards though, you're just using random men to fill a gaping hole inside your heart. Not only that, you don't even pretend to like them. They all have blank faces, no names to you. You fill in the blanks when it comes time to screw them, pasting Eddie where you want him most. But they never perform the way you imagine he would. They don't care about you, or your pleasure. Once they're done, they leave. You're left laying on the couch afterwards, hearing noises from the bedroom with your clothes still removed or undone. It's here that you always lose the battle with your tears, letting them out silently to make sure the lovebirds aren't disturbed. You eventually get yourself together, wiping your tears away before Eddie escorts his girl to the door.

"You okay?" He always asks after he lets his whore out, taking notice of your puffy eyes and streaky eyeliner.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just another asshole." It isn't necessarily a lie, the guys you pick blindly usually don't treat you very well.

"Maybe you need to find someone you actually like, Y/N. You deserve to be happy." He kneels in front of you, wiping your eyes carefully. He looks into your eyes, and opens his mouth to say something. But he always closes it again, and shakes his head slightly. "Let me drive you home." And he always does, trying his best to cheer you up on the way. Telling jokes, blasting music, swerving the van playfully on the road. He does everything he can to get your tears to stop. It always works too, he shines so bright in your life. He makes everything better, any troubles you have melt away when you're with him. He parks and walks you to the door of your apartment like a true gentleman, telling you goodnight. You say the same, and burst into tears all over again when you close the door behind you and you're sure he won't hear. You cry so hard your chest hurts, and your throat is left raw from sobbing.

You eventually run out of tears for the night, crawling into bed with all your clothes still on, too tired to remove them. You lay in bed yearning for Eddie for hours, picturing what being his girlfriend could be like. It's oddly comforting, playing pretend in your head while you curl up in the blanket. You drift off to sleep with thoughts of the man you love swirling in your mind. And in the morning, the cycle starts again. Wake up, D&D/guitar lessons, van hangout, work, Eddie's show, back to his trailer, meaningless sex, crying, drive home, crying again, sleep. At some point this routine is sure to kill you, you can't keep going like this. You'll tell Eddie how you feel the next time you see him. And then you can either be with him, or put these pesky feelings behind you if he only sees you as a friend.

It's a Saturday afternoon, and you're getting ready to see Eddie. It's just the two of you today, you'll be going to Lover's Lake to hang out in his van. You both like the lake, not because of its name but because it's always peaceful there. The reflections of the surrounding woods on the water, birds flying overhead, a cool breeze brushing through the trees. It's nice and quiet, making you feel like it's just you and Eddie in the world. You're just about finished applying your smudgy eyeliner when you hear Eddie honking outside. You almost stab yourself with your eye pencil when the sound startles you. You toss it on your vanity, checking yourself over to make sure you look good. Your makeup is flawless, your outfit is badass as ever, and you don’t have a single hair out of place. You smile at your own reflection, eager to go with Eddie so you can tell him how you feel. You grab your bag, rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs. You run over to the van, yanking the passenger door open. You slide into your seat, tossing your bag in the back.

"Hey there, Y/N. How are you doing on this fine afternoon?" He smirks at you, looking you up and down. You seem extra put together today, he wonders if he's the reason for it. He pushes the thought from his head, there's no way you think of him like that.

"Hey, Eddie. I'm alright I guess." You say quietly, feeling his eyes on you. You look at him, meeting his wandering gaze. Did he just check me out?, you wonder. No way, he wouldn't do that.

"You 'guess'? That doesn't sound like the Y/N I know. Well, hopefully some time at the lake will brighten your mood, hm?" He puts his hand on your knee, rubbing it comfortingly. You tense at his touch, almost holding your breath. The skin where his hand is feels tingly with anticipation. "Seriously, though. Are you feeling okay? You've been kinda off lately." He's genuinely concerned about you, you've been acting weird around him recently. Whenever he touches you, it makes you all jumpy, and you've been crying a lot too. He hopes he hasn't upset you somehow, he truly cares for you. He likes you a lot, more than he'd readily admit. But he figures you only see him as a friend.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Let's just go to the lake, okay?" You reply, almost annoyed. You look out the window, waiting for him to start driving. Eddie sighs, taking his hand off your knee. He grips the steering wheel, and drives out of the parking lot. You both ride in silence on the way to the lake, but Eddie can't help looking over at you every so often. You refuse to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes focused on any sights outside the window as you ride past. Any enthusiasm or bravery you had about telling Eddie you love him is slipping away from your grasp.

Eddie continues to glance at you as he goes his usual route to the lake. Something is definitely off with you, he can see a sad expression on your face reflecting back at him in the window you keep staring out of. He doesn't know exactly why you seem so down, but he hopes you'll at least talk to him about it.

You finally reach the lake, and Eddie parks the van in your usual spot. He kills the engine, turning in his seat to face you. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on, Y/N? Did I make you upset or something?" You turn to face him, looking into his eyes. His expression makes your heart break. He thinks he's hurt you, but it's been you hurting yourself because of how you feel about him.

"No, Eddie. You didn't do anything. I'm just being stupid, I promise." You reach forward to take his hands into yours. He lets you, and you stroke his rings, taking comfort in how the cool metal feels under your thumb. You want to keep talking, but it's like your mouth has been sewn shut.

"So what is it then? And I'm sure it's not stupid, Y/N. But you seem so sad lately, and you practically wince whenever I touch you. Just tell me what's wrong, darling. There's nothing you could say that would make me like you any less." He implores you to open up to him. He wants to help, however he can.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Eds." You manage to reply, and your gaze falls to your joined hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your palms are sweating beyond belief. You feel sick, like you can't breathe. You can't do this. It'll ruin everything, and then Eddie won't want to see you anymore. You try to hold back, but your tears fight their way from your eyes, dripping onto the floor. Eddie's hands leave your grasp, grabbing the sides of your face to make you look at him again.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, please don't cry. Whatever it is, please just tell me. I can't stand seeing you so unhappy, princess." Seeing you like this makes his heart smash into a million pieces. He wants to make it better, but he doesn't even know what the problem is. You start to panic, your breaths come out fast and shallow. You start feeling dizzy, and you wish you could just run and hide. But you can't, Eddie won't let you go.

"I can't do this, Eddie. It'll ruin everything. And then you won't like me anymore. And I can't live with that." You choke the words out between sobs, your face turning a deep shade of scarlet. You're so embarrassed, and you just want to drop it. "Please, just forget it. We can pretend this never happened and I'll stop being an idiot. Please, I-" Eddie interrupts you by bringing his lips to yours. Your sobs stop, but your body still shudders a bit. You return the kiss, it's gentle and warm. A few more tears slide down your cheeks, and then Eddie breaks the kiss. He smiles at you, letting go of your face to hold your hands again.

"You know, if you were in love with me, all you had to do was say so." His smile grows wider when you gasp at his words. You open your mouth to protest, or put yourself down, but he places a finger over your lips to keep you quiet. "It's alright, darling. I promise you haven't ruined anything. I should've guessed this is why you've been acting so strange. I just didn't think you'd feel the same way about me as I do about you." Your eyes widen, you can't believe he's actually been in love with you this whole time.

You move his finger from your mouth, and grab his shirt collar. You pull him into you, smashing your lips together. He groans as you almost make him fall from his seat, but he hungrily reciprocates the kiss. He bites your bottom lip, making you moan. He slips his tongue in, and you battle for dominance. He wins out, frantically leading you to the back of the van. There's pillows and blankets thrown about, making a comfortable landing place for you. You fall onto your back, with Eddie on top of you. You finally break the kiss, stroking his face with the back of your hand. "You have no idea how many times I've wished for this, Eddie. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't think I could ever tell you. You always chose other girls over me."

"I know, and I was a fuckin' idiot. I only did that because I thought you didn't want me. We could've saved so much time, so much heartbreak. I can't begin to tell you how often I imagined those other girls were you instead." You laugh in shock at what he’s said. Him, fantasizing about you? You can't believe it. This whole time, he’s only wanted you. "That's not weird, is it?" He asks, blushes slightly at his little confession.

"Not at all, Eddie. If I'm being honest, I did the same thing with all those assholes I brought to the trailer. But I don't think they came even close to pleasing me like I imagine you could."

"Jesus, we're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?" He chuckles, shaking his head.

"No. We were just painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings." You giggle, staring into his eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Your lips meet again, slow and sensual this time. The temperature in the van begins to rise, you feel your blood boiling in your veins. Eddie's hands grip your waist, and his left knee goes between your legs. He's creating friction on your clothed core, causing you to moan. His lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, and your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking the flesh to leave hickies on you. "Fuck, Eddie. You're really good at this." You sigh blissfully, letting every sensation wash over you.

"I should hope so, I've had plenty of practice." He says between kisses, smirking like an idiot. One of his hands leaves your waist to grope your tits through your shirt. You arch your back off the floor of the van, gasping at his touch. "You make such pretty noises, princess." He whispers in your ear. "I can't wait to hear what you sound like when you cum." His words make you so wet, and his knee grinding on you feels so good. Every move Eddie makes sets your insides on fire, intense waves of pleasure washing over you. He's got you so wound up, soaking through your panties. Not long now until he pushes you over the edge.

"If you keep going the way you are, it won't take much." You moan out, your hands tangling in his hair. You tug on it roughly, and he groans into your neck.

"Careful, Y/N. It's dangerous to push my buttons like that." He grins at you, pulling you to sit up. He places you on top of him, his thigh positioned between your legs. You're sitting on your knees, and Eddie grips your hips in his hands. "Ride my thigh, darling. I want you to make yourself cum for me." He says lowly, his eyes burning with lust as they gaze into yours. You do as he says, slowly moving your hips on him. Eddie keeps your pace steady, helping you into the right angle to hit the spot where you need him most. You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, increasing your pace on him. He just sits there watching you closely, drinking in every moan and curse that falls from your lips.

The waves are crashing into you now, threatening to pull you under. You're sweating through your clothes, and your pussy is impossibly wet. "Fuck, Eddie. I'm so close." You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Keep going, princess. Make a mess all over me. Let me hear those pretty moans." His words spur you on further, and you grind yourself on him as fast as you can. You're panting wildly, feeling wave after wave rolling into you. Eddie moves to bite down into your neck, which sends you falling over the edge.

"Oh, god!" You scream, your legs try to snap shut as stars fill your vision. Eddie holds you into his chest, keeping you upright as your orgasm rips through you. You keep gripping his shoulders, gasping for air as you ride out your high. You fall backwards after your body has calmed down. You just lay here like a starfish, trying to collect your thoughts. You're staring at the roof of the van, breathing heavily. Eddie lays down on his side next to you. His head is propped up with one hand, and the other slowly strokes your arm up and down.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks, looking down at you with kind eyes.

"Good. Uh, great, actually." You say awkwardly, glancing at him briefly. "I've never done that before. Not…cum, I've done that plenty. I just mean, the whole...um, grinding on you thing. I didn't expect it to have such an effect on me." You can't help your cheeks burning. You feel silly, babbling words at Eddie like this.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything with me, you know that." You look at him again, seeing genuine affection in his eyes. You nod, turning your body to face his. You get as close to him as you can, and he wraps his arms around you. You kiss him again, but it's much softer now. Your heart melts, and you pull him even closer. He breaks away, speaking quietly. "Do you want more, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please." You reply just as quietly. You're not sure why you're both being so quiet, but it feels right. This moment feels so intimate, and you never want it to end. You lay on your back again after removing your jacket. He takes his own off too, the climate inside the van is like a sauna.

"Take your shirt off for me, princess." You obey his command, tossing it away. Eddie's right hand immediately goes to massage one of your breasts over your bra, making you gasp. His eyes gaze over your body, almost in awe of how beautiful you look. After a moment of staring, he lifts your torso to reach behind you. He expertly unclasps your bra, pulling it off you with ease. His breath hitches when your tits are exposed for him, your nipples hardened from arousal. "You're so gorgeous, baby.'' You blush at his compliment, a small giggle escaping your lips. Eddie lowers his head to your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts. You moan, gripping his long locks again. He peppers wet kisses on every last inch of you, leaving no flesh untouched. From the curves of your tits, to your ribs underneath, his lips leave a scorching trail as he moves. Once he's satisfied with his work, he swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"Eddie." You whimper as he worries his teeth on the sensitive bud. His hand gropes your other breast, squeezing it roughly. Once he's left you properly marked, Eddie repeats the same actions on the other side. You tug on his hair again, making him groan. You love hearing the effect you have on him, most guys are too shy to make noises. But Eddie isn't most guys, especially when he's around you. You tug again harder, and he moans even louder. He stops kissing your chest, looking at you. His eyes are dark, swirling with pure lust.

"You love playing with danger, don't you, princess?" He flashes you a devilish grin.

"Maybe." You smile back at him. "But I love the noises you make when I touch you even more. Guys don't really do that, but it's so fucking hot."

"Is that so?" He asks, you just nod at him. "I'll keep that in mind, darling." He sits up to remove his shirt, and you can't help gawking at his body. He's toned, but slender, and his tattoos look so good on him. You get on your knees to feel him up. You run your hands up and down his chest, feeling as much of him as you can. "You like what you see, love?" He asks quietly. You look into his eyes, feeling passion overtake you. You grab him by the shoulders, and push him over as you bring your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. He grunts as he falls, grabbing your waist to take you with him. You straddle him when he lands, grinding yourself onto his stiffening cock. He groans into your mouth, gripping your hips roughly. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You're so needy." Eddie chuckles as he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"You'll see, Eds. Just lay down and relax." You grin slyly at him. He cocks an eyebrow, unsure of what you mean. You proceed to lick a long stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. You look at him again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He just stares at you, wide-eyed. He's panting, awaiting your next move. You feel his dick growing even harder beneath you. You take that as a sign to keep going. You lean back down to his neck, biting down hard this time, then sucking the skin to make a dark bruise.

"Jesus, fuck." He moans out, spurring you on. You nibble his skin, trailing down his neck, to his chest, his stomach. Each move you take elicits whimpers and curses from Eddie's lips. Every sound is music to your ears, making you more and more wet whenever you hear one. You reach his belt, looking over your handiwork. Eddie's body is littered with teeth marks, and he's breathing heavily. You undo his belt, taking your time in order to tease him. Once it's open you unzip his jeans, pulling them down as Eddie kicks off his shoes. He's left in his boxers now, and a tent has formed in the thin fabric. You grip his waistband and yank his boxers down. His dick springs free, slapping his stomach before standing up straight.

You take his length in your hand, stroking him gently. He groans again, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "You're very sexy when you're desperate, baby." Eddie's completely fucked for you, silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You happily oblige him, taking every last inch of him at once. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, but you're persistent about keeping as much of him in as possible. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue around him as you go. He's constantly letting out lewd noises, which only serve to fuel your fire.

"Keep going, babe. But can you put your pussy towards me?" He asks, barely getting the words out. You position yourself where he wants you, and he makes frantic work of taking off your shoes and remaining clothes. You moan on Eddie's cock as you feel him stroking your slick folds. "You're so wet, darling. Is this all for me?" He asks as he slips two fingers into your cunt.

All you can manage to reply with is a muffled 'mmhmm' as he starts curling his digits inside you. Each stroke of Eddie's fingers makes you see stars, causing you to moan on him again and again. This in turn makes him groan and pick up his pace while fingering you. You feel Eddie's balls tightening, he's getting close. You speed up, working him harder and faster, gagging on him repeatedly. He takes this as a challenge to give you another orgasm, so he takes his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue. You scream on his length, feeling a fire beginning to build in your belly. His mouth licks and sucks on your clit mercilessly, pouring gasoline on the flames.

You're both driving each other mad as you compete to send the other over the edge. Moans fill the van as you near your highs, each lick and stroke pushing you further and further. Eddie's release comes first, and his mouth temporarily leaves your dripping cunt to moan your name as he cums down your throat. Once you've swallowed every drop, he sucks your clit into his mouth to make you topple over the edge. You scream his name as your legs begin to shake. Your orgasm rips through your body viciously, and you feel yourself cum onto Eddie's face. He holds you steady until your high subsides, licking up all your juices in the meantime.

You collapse onto him, practically gasping for air. You lay on your stomach for a moment, waiting for your vision to clear. Eddie strokes the backs of your legs affectionately. "You alive over there, Y/N?" He asks playfully.

"Yeah, just...wow. You're so fucking good at that." You sit up, back still facing him. His arms wrap around you from behind, his legs on either side of you. He kisses your shoulder, and your neck. His lips feel warm and soft against your skin, and you're already wanting more. You sigh as you cock your head to the side to give Eddie more access. He licks the length of your neck, stopping below your jaw. "Everything you do feels so good, Eddie." You sigh lustfully. You turn slightly to face him, looking at him from under your lashes. "Do you want to fuck me now?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Sure thing, dollface. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" You nod silently, doing as he says. He kneels behind you, gently pressing you downwards. He leaves you resting on your elbows with your ass in the air. He grips his cock, brushing it between your soaked folds, drawing low moans from both of you. He teases you like this for a moment, eager to have you beg him to fuck you. You're so turned on it almost hurts, you need him inside you now.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I need your dick inside me." You practically whine for him. He chuckles darkly at your pleading.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He says as he slams his cock into you.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits your g spot perfectly.

"God, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin’ gorgeous." He pants, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. You moan continuously, he hammers your sweet spot with each thrust. He smacks your ass, making you yell.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You grip the scattered blankets beneath you for dear life, spots hinder your vision as you're fucked into next week. The sound of your vulgar noises and slapping skin is all you can hear, and it's like the most beautiful music in the world. You're loving every second of this, as is Eddie. But there's something else you crave from him. You don't just want Eddie to fuck you, you want him to do filthy things to you. "Babe, do you mind choking me while you fuck me?" You ask him as he continues to pound into your cunt.

He's taken aback by your request. Not because he's not into it, he definitely is. He's just surprised you want him to do that to you. But he finds your desires to be ridiculously sexy, and who is he to deny you? "Of course, darling. Anything you want." You can hear the smirk in his voice as his ringed hand comes forward, pulling you up by the shoulder. He lays on your back slightly so he can reach your throat. You feel the cool metal that adorns his fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. You choke out a moan as the pressure makes your head lighten. He loosens his grip for a moment as he continues to fuck you.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Eddie. Keep going. Fuck me, choke me, make me cum, please." You keep moaning and begging for Eddie to have his way with you, and he can't help but give you anything you ask for.

"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. I fuckin’ love it." His grip on your throat tightens again, and he snaps his hips even harder into you. You're both slicked in sweat, struggling to keep your positions. You're nearing the end again, and you can already tell it's going to be the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Your skin is on fire, your insides like burning coals. Every feeling is amplified, concentrated in your pussy. Every time Eddie's cock enters you, it's like fireworks being set off.

Every curse and dirty request you let out makes Eddie's dick twitch. He can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are like this. He's genuinely in love with you, and his heart pounds in his chest as he races to the finish line. His free hand slithers down between your legs to your clit, rubbing quick circles. You gasp loudly, and his ringed hand tightens around your throat. He uses his arm to hold you in place, rubbing and fucking and choking you simultaneously. Eddie mentally congratulates himself on pulling off such a feat, but maintains focus on making you cum. "I'm so close, babe. Keep going, just like that." You say once his grip loosens again.

"I'm almost there too, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me." He pinches your clit between his fingers, sending you toppling over the edge.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You scream so loud, and you feel your pussy clamp onto Eddie's dick. He groans, feeling his own high take over. He continues to hold you as your legs tremble violently, and juices spurt out of you onto the blankets.

"Jesus, Y/N!" He moans as your walls clench him. He feels your cum rush over his cock, spilling out of you. It feels unbelievable, he's never experienced anything like it. His load empties into you, mixing with your release as his hips buck compulsively a few times. Once Eddie regains composure, he pulls out of you. You whine at the loss, and your combined arousal slowly drips out of you. Eddie stares at the sight for a moment, before wiping it up with his finger. You moan at the overstimulation, and lay on your stomach as you cool down. Eddie lays beside you, trying to get your attention. You turn to him, seeing the gathered cum still on his finger. He brings it to your lips, and you immediately take it in your mouth. You suck it clean, moaning at the sweet taste. "Shit, could you be any hotter, Y/N?"

You just shrug and lean over to kiss him. He melts into you, caressing your cheek. The kiss feels different this time. It's slow and tender, full of love. You eventually break away, and you both lay down again. You place your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. Your leg lays over Eddie’s as you try to be as close to him as possible. Your hand strokes his chest while he plays with your hair. "I love you, Eddie. I'm so glad I met you." You say, barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Y/N. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like this before." He replies at the same volume. He pulls one of the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into you even more. You can't help but let your eyes flutter closed. You're so content like this. Your heart swells as Eddie's words echo in your mind as you drift off to sleep. He loves you, and you love him. Nothing could ruin this moment. The world could end and you wouldn't care, as long as you get to stay like this with Eddie.

The end.

[missglaskin]

HOTD AU Concepts Masterlist part 1

Main series: HOTD AU Masterlist

Reader demanding Criston is punished Reference: Part 2 

Possible love interest?  Will Daemon be a love interest 

Connection between Aemond and Luke   Reference: Part 3

Why Aemond snitched Reference: Part 5 

How Alicent contributed to Aemond’s tendencies Reference: Part 5 

Reader’s title in court   Y/N’s Aliases

When reader has a breakdown 

Helaena’s nickname

If reader went with Rhaenys Reference: Part 5 

----> Reader crowning Rhaenyra

If reader has a child with someone else 

Naming after them some chs ;

Naming the child 'Y/n' Naming her Aemma  Carbon copy 

Fighting over the name If Aemond was the father

How reader is carried through history 

Paintings commissioned   Portraits inspirations for the reader 

Interpretations of ‘love triangle’ Aegon IV w/reader Other nicknames 

Old!reader like Olenna Reader dying before blackfyre rebellion

Criston react to Y/N being insulted

What if reader’s biological family wants her back

----> What if it is a powerful kingdom 

Reader being a Gremlin 

Liking shiny & cool things Bringing a snake Likes to take their things 

In a dragon onesie Getting sick from biting ankles Finding secret passages 

Does Aemond see Rhaenyra’s kids as competition 

Reader has diary 

---> If it’s found during Daenerys time  Aegon alters it 

If reader ends in GOT timeline 

Reader’s dress are mostly being stolen

----> Noticing Helaena’s embroideries 

Does Helaena know of Aegon’s feelings?

Bisexual reader falling for Helaena 

Reader getting Marie Antoinette syndrome

Y/N teaching the children to dance  children having nightmare

Reader likes singing Luke secretly being the favorite 

Reader losing an eye

Because of Luke and Jace

Reader requesting Aemond/Daemon a rare item (separate)

Young!reader bringing a pin to Otto

Does Viserys know of Aemond’s feelings 

Alys in the story? 

Reader telling them she's like Leanor 

Drunk!reader being affectionate 

Reader sprained her feet Reader suddenly falling ill 

[jackoshadows]

Earlier I had mentioned how ‘Arya’s’ marriage to Ramsay Bolton is the thread that connects all the plots in the North in ADwD and I could not help notice how it’s mentioned or is the driving force for what is happening in four different locations or about 70% of the North plot.

Reek I (Theon I) - We are first introduced to this wedding in the North in this chapter when Ramsay tells Reek that he is to be wed to Arya Stark and needs Reek to stick around in better conditions.

Davos III: Davos is brought before the Manderlys with the Freys and Lannister/Bolton spies in attendance. Lady Wylla Manderly sticks up for Lady Arya Stark by telling everyone what an absolutely rotten fellow Ramsay Bolton is.

Reek II (Theon II): Reek meets ‘Arya’ and understands what is happening. This is Jeyne Poole, not Arya Stark.

The Wayward Bride (Asha I): The Boltons send off the wedding invites. Over at Deepwood Motte, Asha Greyjoy gets one written in the blood of dead Ironborn. This is also where she learns that her brother Theon is alive.

Jon VI: An interesting parallel with Asha and Theon here when Jon also gets a wedding invite at the Wall and learns that his little sister Arya Stark is alive and to be married to Ramsay Bolton. A lot of soul searching and angst happens before he decides he can’t help.

Davos IV: Manderly reveals all and the North Remembers. Manderly and Robett Glover proclaim Ramsay evil by birth and blood and tell Davos they need Ned’s son, Rickon, to prevent the Boltons from claiming Winterfell through Ned’s daughter Arya. They promise to support Stannis if Davos gets them Rickon Stark and Shaggydog.

Melisandre I: The red priestess convinces the Lord Commander to send Mance and the spearwives to rescue Arya based on her visions of Arya fleeing her marriage and heading to the Wall.

Reek III (Theon III): The Boltons get news that Stannis has left the Wall, won Deepwood and is marching on them. They strategize and decide to wait at Winterfell because Roose is confident that the Northmen with Stannis will reach Winterfell come what may to save Arya Stark.

Jon VII: Jon prays for Arya and gets a letter from Stannis with a recap of all that’s happened, promising to do his best to save Arya and find a better match for her (Presumably after killing Ramsay). Jon makes plans to send Arya to Braavos

The Prince of Winterfell (Theon IV): The Wedding of ‘Arya Stark’, given in marriage by Theon Greyjoy to Ramsay Bolton. There’s a feast, lots of interesting dynamics and political games played between various houses. Roose is vary of Manderly and Abel the Bard is there with his ‘Die Hard’ mission to get a Stark maiden secretly out of Winterfell.

Jon VIII: Jon and Val discuss Mel’s visions in her fires. Jon hopes that her visions of Arya are true and that Arya gets to the Wall safely.

The Turncloak (Theon V): Lady Barbrey and Theon Turncloak discuss the intricacies of the alliances between the different houses and the impact of Lady Arya’s tears in galvanizing the North to unite against the Boltons.

The King’s Prize (Asha II): Asha is introduced to the bad-ass mountain clans marching with Stannis Baratheon, who make it clear that they are going to save Lady Arya Stark come what may, no matter that Winter has clearly come to the North. The Boltons were right about them.

Jon IX: Jon’s hopes are dashed when Mel’s visions of a girl in grey fleeing a marriage on a dying horse turns out to be Alys Karstark and not Arya Stark.

A Ghost in Winterfell (Theon VI): Stannis reaches Winterfell! Theon ponders on the uncertain loyalties of the lords who are only there at Winterfell because of Arya Stark. Mance’s Spearwives approach Theon.

Jon X: Jon compares Alys’ bravery to Arya and gives her in marriage to Sigorn, Magnar of Thenns, in a wedding that is clearly meant to contrast the darkness of ‘Arya’s marriage to Ramsay in Winterfell.  Melisandre warns Jon of ‘daggers in the dark’, a warning that Jon refutes because she was wrong about Alys being Arya.

Theon VII: The escape. The Spearwives approach Jeyne and tell her that they are taking her to her half-brother at the Wall, Lord Crow. Even as the Spearwives are trapped and possibly caught, Jeyne Poole and Theon Greyjoy jump the walls to freedom.

Jon XI: Jon walks the Wall, worried and concerned for Arya. He misses her and hopes that Mance succeeds in his mission and gets her home to him.

The Sacrifice (Asha III): While the king’s men and queen’s men complain about the march to Winterfell, the loss of life and lack of food and doubt if they can make it, the Northern army and mountain clans are adamant about taking Winterfell and saving Arya. Asha is then finally united with Theon (and Jeyne).

Jon XIII: The Pink Letter. Ramsay demands his bride back, along with Reek and Stannis’ family. Jon decides to go attack the Warden of the North with an army of Wildlings. This leads to mutiny, assassination and his death.

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And this is why GRRM considered Jeyne Poole essential to the story he was telling in the books. Without it, everything changes and story is now different on the TV show compared to the books or two different canons as GRRM puts it.

It’s incredible how Arya Stark is not even in Westeros and yet the entire plot in the North location in ADwD pivots around her marriage to Ramsay Bolton, in terms of House Stark politics in the North.

[writingsofwesteros]

Chained beneath the waves :D

Lol rip to Corlys, but you'll get your time later. Love Rhaenys edging her, hehe. A small punishment for Ali denying her all these months. She can take it...

It's quite an affair Alicnet comes to find out. She's not like Viserys, whom she never felt much for during the nights he called on her earlier in their marriage. She's calculated. Patient. Greedy... A woman herself, Rhaenys knows just where to push her, tease her, what spots inside her makes her scream... It goes on wonderfully for nearly 3 years in secret. Rhaenys is always the one to go to King's Landing, though she doesn't seem to mind Alicent not going to Driftmark.

.. Until word about Corlys' impending death reaches Driftmark while she's home. Then Vaemond does what he does. And they all have to go to King's Landing to the petition for heir, and that's when it goes downhill for a time. Because they're at odds now. Alicent agreeing with her father on hearing Vaemond out, and Rhaenys having to choose. Eventually chosing the best action for her grandchildren, both legitimate and adopted.

When Rhaenyra meets her under the weirwood tree, it's soon after she had fought with Ali in private over this. Her bitter words to Rhaenyra about having to stand alone are a mix of a snap at Rhaenyra for what happened to Laenor still, a snap at Corlys not being here and inadvertently causing this by nearly dying, and secretly a snap at Alicent post-breakup following their fight.

Nobody sees the pain, hesitancy, disappointment, anger, simmering in their eyes as they watch each other across the throne room. As Alicent vows for Vaemonds claim, while Rhaenys has to protect her sons memory and claimed sons, and her granddaughters. It's worse now that Ali's children have grown closer with Rhaenys and Baela over these 6 years as well...

Baela feels her friendship with Aegon and Helaena slipping away as the adults argue and talk longer, not knowing they had secretly felt more for her... but as she's now betrothed to Jacaerys...

When Daemon takes Vaemonds head, after her initial shock upon witnessing her cousin kill her brother-in-law, Rhaenys' eyes find Alicent and her children. She sees the fear in poor Hellys ears as she covers her ears, and it pulls something in her watching Alicent attempt to comfort her. As they're close in this universe I'd imagine she'd lose herself for a moment, worrying now. Daemon has always been... Daemon. But him killing Vaemond so brazenly in front of them worries her, as she cares for them more now and his hatred for Hightower is well known. She may actually snap at him then, only keeping in mind to speak in Valyrian at the last second.

Of course, Alicent was inconsolable after their fight and relationship being in limbo because of the disagreements. She pointedly avoids the princess' sharp gaze as she vouches for Vaemond, and then she feels a punch in her gut as Rhaenys says she's accepted Rhaenyras offer to betrothals with the children. Ali watches, though, Rhaenys lose that famous Baratheon temper of her maternal side. She watched Rhaenys look to her and her children after he killed him, knowing the other womans thoughts as they mirrored her own. Watched the hint of fear and then fury blaze as she argued with her mad cousin in Valyrian, until Viserys commends them both to stop. She feels a spark of hope for them... then Viserys dies that night...

Everything still happens as in canon end of s1. Only a slight difference when Rhaenys is locked to her room while the greens hastily usurp the throne before Rhaenyra can come back. When Alicent visits her, the conversation is slightly different... and afterward, they spent a last night together...

Rhaenys woke alone the next morning. Hearing the bells tolling, knowing they're crowning the usurper now. That's when Erryk arrives to take her and flee.

Rhaenys still does not burn them as she's upon Meleys, watching Alicent step in front, her tears not unshed now. Falling freely down her face as she watches her now former lover upon her dragon. She does love her. So much more than expected.. she she's the one who's inadvertently pushed her away...

As does Rhaenys love her. And she does love her children. She severely disagrees with this, and will not stand with it still. But, gods' she loves them now. She will not hurt them. So she commands Meleys to relax. Don't burn or attack. Flee.

Meleys feels the severe emotional turmoil in her human. Over 40 years they have been together, so close they are, they are two halves of the same soul it feels after all this time. So the Red Queen focuses on the anger. The feel of betrayal. And she screeches. Roars at Alicent and her children so loudly, echoing aloud what she feels in her princess' mind. But follows command, turns, and leaves. Though, as they fly away, Meleys' mournful cries can be heard well into the distance.

Only after they're high in the sky does Rhaenys allow the unshed tears to finally fall.... and if she screams her frustration and dispair and grief into the clouds, no one hears but Meleys... the tides have turned now. She can't stop this... there will surely be war to follow... and her beloved family is on both sides...

ALL OF THIS!!!!!!

I think Rhaenys will be able to turn this war around; Aemond just needs to chill out in Storm's End.

But both women are so stubborn and won't allow their emotions to surface now.

Imagine the war continues, without Luke's death and Jae's all the way until Rook's Rest and its Rhaenys' against those boys she became so close to..

[horizon-verizon]

Care to debunk the theories that Mysaria or Alys is secretly The Red Woman?

I love Mel as the next person who loves Mel but these attempts to shoehorn her into the Timeline of the Dance are laughable.

Just based on how Alys definitely did not have any great powers AND she saw the future in more places than just fire, no she isn't Melisandre. I already wrote about Alys not being anything like Melisandre HERE (not extensive). Melisandre also was a shadowbinder, using magic far more complicated than simple illusions or telekinesis, things of which if we thought Alys more powerful than presented, are the things we’d think her doing.

As for Mysaria -- who also had no supernatural abilities to speak of -- she definitely dies at the end of the Dance:

Nor was the mistress of whisperers, Lady Mysaria of Lys, spared on account of her sex. Taken whilst attempting to flee, the White Worm was whipped naked through the city, from the Red Keep to the Gate of the Gods. If she were still alive by the time they reached the gate, Ser Perkin promised, she would be spared and allowed to go. She made it only half that distance, dying on the cobblestones with hardly a patch of her pale white skin left upon her back.

(“Rhaenyra Overthrown”)

I’m guessing that because of the bold type/language of this text:

By evenfall, Rhaenyra Targaryen found herself sore beset on every side, her reign in ruins. “The queen wept when they told her how Ser Lorent died,” Mushroom testifies, “but she raged when she learned that Maidenpool had gone over to the foe, that the girl Nettles had escaped, that her own beloved consort had betrayed her, and she trembled when Lady Mysaria warned her against the coming dark, that this night would be worse than the last. At dawn, a hundred men attended her in the throne room, but one by one they slipped away or were dismissed, until only her sons and I remained with her. ‘My faithful Mushroom,’ Her Grace called me, ‘would that all men were true as you. I should make you my Hand.’ When I replied that I would sooner be her consort, she laughed. No sound was ever sweeter. It was good to hear her laugh.”

(“Rhaenyra Overthrown”)

AND

With her skin as pale as milk, Lady Misery appeared before the council in a hooded robe of black velvet lined with blood-red silk, and stood with head bowed humbly as Her Grace asked whether she thought Ser Addam and Nettles might be planning to betray them. Then the White Worm raised her eyes and said in a soft voice, “The girl has already betrayed you, my queen. Even now she shares your husband’s bed, and soon enough she will have his bastard in her belly.”

(“Rhaenyra Triumphant”)

AND

Even the White Worm came to court; the Lysene harlot Mysaria emerged from the shadows to take up residence in the Red Keep.

(“Rhaenyra Triumphant”)

Some people think she is Melisandre.

Firstly, Mushroom is the one to say that Mysaria said what she said to Rhaenyra about the dark, but here’s the thing. With the King’s Landing riots happening after Helaena’s death and Maelor’s death just then occurring, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the riots will happen again and they would have to prepare for that. “Dark” meant literally the next day/when night will come hours later in that context. Not Melisandre’s/R’hollor’s followers’ figurative “dark” for general human suffering and dangers in life.

Also, Mushroom again show how unreliable he is by wanting anyone to believe that Rhaenyra would pay any attention to him whatsoever to ever suggest/joke even playfully that he should be her new Hand, or that she’d allow him to be alone with he and her living sons during a private family moment. He’s been trying to insert himself into her sexual and personal life too much to be credible here as well (Daemon’s “lessons” and Mushroom telling us that he was there with them when they they were together [Scroll down to “D”]).

Secondly, Mysaria wore “blood red” fabric. Melisandre also wore “bloodred” fabric:

As ever, she wore red head to heel, a long loose gown of flowing silk as bright as fire, with dagged sleeves and deep slashes in the bodice that showed glimpses of a darker bloodred fabric beneath. Around her throat was a red gold choker tighter than any maester's chain, ornamented with a single great ruby. Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red . . . but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream.’

(A Clash of Kings; “Prologue”)

So anyone pale and wearing red is Melisandre, now? Was Tyanna of the Tower or Visenya Targaryen Melisandre, too? Are we supposed to imagine that, just because the latter was rumored to practice magic and definitely wore her house/clan colors from time to time? 

Red is a commonly beloved color and has been since maybe humans existed. It is an eye-catching color and robust. In literature, spiritual circles, and religions it can represent many things other than death, suffering or evil -- passion, love, power, regeneration, creativity, warmth, energy, hope even. Even Christian saints books and other icons has fire surround/close to the red heart of Christ, the “Sacred Heart”.

[...] the mystery of the heart of a God who feels compassion and who bestows all his love upon humanity.  A mysterious love, which in the texts of the New Testament is revealed to us as God’s boundless and passionate love for mankind.

And many women around the world has pale skin. Means nothing when you erase the “proof” that these theorizers use.

Thirdly, “emerged from the shadows” is written to describe how Mysaria appeared to court with no announcement or the courts’ expectations, but we already know Daemon and maybe Rhaenyra have been in contact with her since the Blood and Cheese episode. that description illustrates the court -- and anyone else out of the know -- surprise and disdain for her.

Fourthly, like I already said in my Alys Rivers posts, this is a magic-hating, religious, feudal, patriarchal society that frequently casts women who display more willfulness, independence, and/or resistance to societal pressures and expectations of women and girls as immoral or bad. women and girls who are behaviorally nonconfroming, having been suspected of magi use in the past, do not look as people think they should for whatever reason, or just vulnerable and already having bad reputations are susceptible to charges/perception of using witchcraft or being much more dangerous than they are. People often applied “witch” to a woman they just didn’t like.

This idea of Mysaria being a witch or having anything to do with magic is not very fair/discerning to her or Alys or women in general. Not that there is anything wrong with witchcraft -- just the ones who use it for evil and their ways of thinking. It’s not fair to Alys, Melisandre, or Mysaria/general women and girls because it continues this act of applying “evil” to women’s independence, or gives it more life, more credence.

[officiallyashley]

FAIRY TAIL HEADCANONS— facts about the dragneel siblings

NOTES: enjoy! Just something that I made to tide ya over until more oneshots come out. I’m working on stuff for other fandoms, and I wanted to write something for Fairy Tail again, even if it is kinda small compared to other content I create. I can't remember if I've said this before, but here is the order of the children's births; natsuko & asher, alizeh, edrei & kazuo, keina, and himeko (so she's the baby of the family). 

WARNINGS: very brief mentions of depression, mentions of a character losing their arm.

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NATSUKO FAYN DRAGNEEL:

Natsuko sings in the shower. 

She’ll deny it to the end of time, but she sings in the shower (she has a voice that’s similar to Hayley Williams’, the lead singer of Paramore btw, voice). 

So Natsu and Gray getting at each other’s throats can be aggravating at times as well as amusing

But let’s add hotheaded Natsuko in the mix :) and shit does she clap back xD

Natsuko likes to challenge Edrei to fights (which Edrei does not entertain lol). 

To everyone’s surprise, Natsuko isn’t a huge fan of spicy foods. 

She much rather prefers sour or savory foods. 

Also, she really likes kinesthetic activities. 

ASHER IGNEEL DRAGNEEL:

Likes to challenge Alizeh to fights because of the fact that she’s so stoic and doesn’t show a reaction. 

Probs challenge her to fights every other day I’m not even kidding. 

“FIGHT ME, ALI!!”

*cue Ali walking away and ignoring her older brother*

Secretly sleeps with a plushy that Himeko gave him when she was really young. 

Really likes sushi 

LOVES earrings and flannels

ALIZEH MIKA DRAGNEEL:

Really likes strawberry milk 

And lace. Ali really likes lacy things. Not too much lace, but just enough. 

Drinks any type of wine and cocktails when she’s older and obviously of legal age. 

Wears beanies religiously 

Has a soft spot for Himeko 

Honestly, Ali is a relatively apathetic person. This stems from her experience with depression.

Speaking of depression, she was diagnosed with it when she was at the age of nine. 

Hates long sleeves and blue jeans. 

She would rather wear tops and skirts or dresses. Tops and skirts are usually her go-tos though.

EDREI KIMIKA DRAGNEEL:

She doesn’t like bees.  

Like at all. 

Yeah, bees may be dying at an alarming rate, as the memes state, but Edrei Kimika Dragneel does not give a doggy style damn because she hates bees (honestly wasps, hornets, yellow jackets, and all of those motherfuckers are scarier than bees but okay—). 

When Edrei is older, like in her mid-twenties, she ends up losing her right arm during a very horrible fight and she had to get it amputated and replaced with a prosthetic arm. 

Hums to herself a lot.  

Sometimes she’ll sing, but after Natsuko walked in on her singing while putting some books away in the library of Fairy Tail, Edrei has been more cautious about others being around her before she sings a few notes. 

If you’re wondering, her singing voice is similar to Ariel Bloomer from the band Icon For Hire.

KAZUO REN DRAGNEEL:

He’ll sometimes wear glasses

But he doesn’t like wearing them tbh. 

He finds glasses annoying but he won’t change to contacts because he’s scared of anything being in his eyes. 

Kazuo reads a lot of books. 

In fact, he has read so many books that he’s probably read all of the books in the library of both Ice Wind AND Fairy Tail 

And those libraries are fucking HUGE. 

Plays chess and checkers with Keina 

Really likes wearing rings 

He falls asleep fastest in a cold, dark room.  

Really good at math 

Doesn’t like social studies because the things that are taught in schools are fabricated (which is actually true, especially in USA schools.)

KEINA MAEKO DRAGNEEL:

They’ll beat anyone at chess or checkers 96% of the time. 

Natsuko challenges Keina to fight her but Keina just ignores her as Ali does to Asher.  

Keina is the strategist of the family, next to Kazuo and Edrei. 

Keina actually ends up getting a magic-centric illness that puts her in a life-threatening situation (Fairy Tail and Ice Wind didn’t know what illness it was, so it was a race against time). 

Keina is really really bad at remembering names, so they’ll just give nicknames to the people they don’t know the names of or they’ll say something like “hey, you, come over here for a minute.” 

Doesn’t like her middle name. No one knows why and she doesn’t talk about it. She just says “It doesn't fit me.” Or “I don't like it.”

They have matching earrings with Ali. Ali has the purple bow earrings, while Keina has the white bow earrings. Ali got them for her sibling on their birthday one year.

HIMEKO MAIYA DRAGNEEL:

This girl loves rice balls 

And I mean LOVES rice balls. 

“DON’T YOU DARE STEAL MY RICE BALLS, ASHER!”

“OW! WHY THE HELL DID YOU STAB MY HAND WITH YOUR FORK?!”

Always has her hair in pigtails 

Adores pearls, it’s her favorite gemstone

Her favorite color is white. Her second favorite color is pink. 

When Himeko was younger (like toddler years to five or six years old), Alizeh and Edrei would help her bathe. 

Himeko is the angel and baby of the Dragneel family 😇 

This means that she is often very protected by her older siblings since she’s the youngest.

Himiko can still hold her own though oh my god 😮✋🏼

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.

[venicepearl]

Fāṭima bint Muḥammad (Arabic: فَاطِمَة ٱبْنَت مُحَمَّد, 605/15–632 CE), commonly known as Fāṭima al-Zahrāʾ (فَاطِمَة ٱلزَّهْرَاء), was the daughter of the Islamic prophet Muhammad and his wife Khadija. Fatima's husband was Ali, the fourth of the Rashidun Caliphs and the first Shia Imam. Fatima's sons were Hasan and Husayn, the second and third Shia Imams, respectively.

Fatima has been compared to Mary, mother of Jesus, especially in Shia Islam. Muhammad is said to have regarded her as the best of women and the dearest person to him. She is often viewed as an ultimate archetype for Muslim women and an example of compassion, generosity, and enduring suffering. It is through Fatima that Muhammad's family line has survived to this date. Her name and her epithets remain popular choices for Muslim girls.

When Muhammad died in 632, Fatima and her husband Ali refused to acknowledge the authority of the first caliph, Abu Bakr. The couple and their supporters held that Ali was the rightful successor of Muhammad, possibly referring to his announcement at the Ghadir Khumm.

Controversy surrounds Fatima's death within six months of Muhammad's. Sunni Islam holds that Fatima died from grief. In Shia Islam, however, Fatima's (miscarriage and) death are said to have been the direct result of her injuries during a raid on her house to subdue Ali, ordered by Abu Bakr. It is believed that Fatima's dying wish was that the caliph should not attend her funeral. She was buried secretly at night and her exact burial place remains uncertain.

[13uswntimagines]

Prank Your Way Into My Heart (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Request: @Androgynousmoneyflowervoid: Alex Morgan is mean because she is scared of her feelings for the reader and reader thinks Alex hates her. Reader confronts Alex and they get into a fight and Alex tells the reader that she had feelings for her.

Pranks were a massive part of the USWNT culture. You had known that going in. You had accepted that you were most likely going to be the target of many of the team’s shenanigans because everyone liked to pick on the newbie. The baby, the rookie of the team as they had taken to calling you. To your surprise, the team had pretty much welcomed you with open arms. Krashlyn immediately taking you under their wing, and the youngins accepting you into their group with little fuss. 

Everyone seemed to like you. Everyone except Alex. It was like she had made it her personal duty to make your life a living hell. You took the first few pranks on the chin, smiling along with the rest of the team when you walked into your shared room after practice to find it plastered with sticky notes. Or when you woke up for practice only to be trapped in your bed by thousands of cups half-filled with water. Or when she had saran wrapped all of the pieces of your soccer kit. 

The pranks had been harmless, and in the beginning, you thought that it was just a tradition for a singular veteran to mess with their rookie, but then the pranks didn’t stop. You didn’t mind at first. You might have even secretly enjoyed the way Alex’s dimples looked after one of her tricks on you. Or how her cackle filled the room. You hadn’t minded being the butt of the joke if you got to hear that giggle. She was fucking gorgeous, and you may have had a tiny (massive) crush on the forward since before you even joined the team. The problem though was that the pranks hadn’t stopped. No, they seemed to be getting worse, and today you were truly not in the mood to deal with this shit. 

Team practice hadn’t gone well for you. You just couldn’t seem to get into a rhythm. You were groggy from being woken up at 3 am by your roommate Alex’s brilliant idea to dump ice water on you, and your sleepiness made it laughably easy for Emily to defend all of your attacks on goal. Your passes were sloppy and not even Lindsey’s jokes could lift your grumpy mood. You were incredibly relieved when Vlatko called practice and released you to all go change in the locker room. All you wanted to was to get back to the hotel and go to sleep. 

You ripped your soaked tank top over your head, tossing it on the bench beside you, and began digging through your bag in search of your favorite sweatshirt in hopes that it would provide some of the comfort that you were desperately craving. You groaned when you realized that it was missing. You dropped the bag, whipping around and glaring at the blue-eyed woman who was already smirking at you from across the room. 

“Ok, where the fuck is my shirt?” You growled, marching over to Alex. Her Cheshire cat-like smile widened at your rage, her eyes shining in the most hypnotizing way. 

“Why are you asking me, rookie?” She shrugged, bringing both of her hands up behind her head and stretching out her legs. God, she was enjoying the way your abs flexed with each annoyed breath you took. 

“Because you’re the only one who can’t seem to stop messing with my stuff,” You spat back, pointing your finger in her face. Her eyes left yours and shifted to the way your bicep was put on display with each angry jab of your finger. 

“What can’t take a joke?” She laughed, wiggling her eyebrows, proud that she could get this far under your skin. Sure there were more… pleasurable ways, but your adorable angry face made her hesitant to stop. That and the fact that you were almost 10 years younger than her. If she couldn’t have you the way that she wanted, well, this was a good substitute. 

“Not when I’m the only one who’s getting messed with,” You scowled, taking a step closer to the woman with each word until your finger is planted firmly in her chest. You try not to think about how her heart feels hammering against your finger, or how good she smells. You’re supposed to be angry, outraged. 

“Slow down kid. Why don’t you go shower first? By the time you get out, I’m sure your clothes will have turned up,” Ashlyn intervenes, appearing out of nowhere to wrap an arm around your middle and pull you away from Alex, who looks more amused than afraid. You weren’t known for being a hothead, but none of the girls had ever seen you get so pissed off. 

“No. Last time I showered in the locker room, someone dumped ice on me, and the time before that she doused my favorite sweats in paint. All I want is my shirt so I can get on the freaking bus,” You snarled, shoving your self-appointed team mom’s arm away from you. Alex didn’t want you here, that much was obvious. But you were here none the less and didn’t understand why she couldn’t just leave you the fuck alone. 

“I told you that I don’t have it,” She smirked, showing off her dimples as she raised her hands in innocence. She really didn’t have it, not anymore. It wasn’t her fault that you were generous enough to… donate it to a few of the kids who had snuck into the stadium to watch the practice. You lunged at the woman, the angry words coming out of your mouth as garbled gibberish, only to be stopped again by Ashlyn’s arm. 

“Alright, I think that’s enough. Take mine, and go get on the bus, and you stay away from her,” Ali said, with authority, stepping in between your very angry form and Alex’s laughing body. You struggled for a few more seconds, the team watching as frustrated tears left your eyes before you finally went limp. You shrugged Ashlyn’s arm off, pulling on the shirt Tobin offered you and huffed out the door. 

The room was silent, most of your team shocked by your outburst. You were usually like a little ray of sunshine, always smiling and laughing. They had never seen you so angry. Alex’s eyes were glazed over, staring into space. Who the fuck gave you the right to look so hot and adorable at the same time when you were pissed?

“You know, I think you’d have better luck if you just told her how you felt instead of acting like a middle school boy,” Kelley said after a few minutes, settling down beside the star forward and pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed. She didn’t like that she had hurt you, but finally admitting her feelings for you was too terrifying to even consider. Yes, she was acting like a child, but having you this way was better than having you avoid her because she freaked you out. Was it healthy to push you away to avoid rejection? No. But if she never told you how she felt, then you could never turn her down. 

“But she’s so cute when she’s mad, and have you seen those abs,” Alex murmured, biting her lip. Kelley shook her head. How oblivious could two people be? The two of you were always sharing longing glances, and you kept trying to be Alex’s friend, despite her horrible treatment of you. You both stared at each other like lovesick puppies, and she was tired of you getting hurt. 

“I’m sure she’d willingly show them to you if you asked, rather than destroy her property,” Kelley grumbled, and the rest of the room snorted. Just because the two of you were oblivious to each other didn’t mean the rest of the team followed suit. If they could just convince Alex to get over her hesitance due to the age issue, or the fear of rejection, then the entire team dynamic would be better off. They really needed to get rid of the sexual tension that followed the two of you as it was always a bit distracting.

“Hm…” Alex hummed back noncommittally. Why would you pick her over someone like Mal, or Emily or any one of the other youngins you were always hanging with? In her mind you wouldn’t, and why would she need to tell you about her feelings if the plan was already set into place for her to see your abs again. The team shared worried looks, knowing what Alex’s demeanor meant, they could only hope that it wasn’t as bad as the time she had turned all of your t-shirts into crop tops.  

*****

They would find out exactly what she had done not even two hours later. Most of the team was gathered in the conference room munching on whatever food the staff had put out for them. They hoped that excitement for the day was done, but Alex’s smirk and the bouncing of her leg told them that it wasn’t.

You had avoided everyone when you arrived at the hotel, longing for a hot shower and a good nap before you had to deal with the fallout of your outburst. Everything had been going fine until you caught a glance at yourself in the steamy mirror. Your normal Y/H/C was far from its normal shade. 

“What the actual fuck Alex,” You yelled, slamming open the dining-room door, and storming up the women in question. She took in your very angry, very wet form staring down at her clad in nothing but a sports bra and some basketball shorts. She could only assume that you had seen your hair before you had the chance to put on a shirt. 

“How do you know that it was me?” She smiled up innocently at you, biting her lip at the fact that your abs (which just happened to have little water droplets dripping down them) were mere inches from her face. 

“Because who the fuck else would think dying my hair pink was a good idea, and you’re the only one that had the other key to our room” You spat, clacking your teeth and lifting a strand of the hair in question.

“Well, you did say that you needed to liven it up a little bit,” She shrugged. Maybe it was more of the fact that she had thought you would look better in pink, the same shade of pink as her favorite pre-wrap. At least she hadn’t been wrong. 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” You glowered, running a frustrated hand through you now ruined hair. You had wanted to do something cool, like different shades of blue and teal, but now you looked like a fucking flamingo. 

“Mmm, did I?” She challenged and her interest peaking as you turned your glare to the floor. It seemed that all Alex wanted was to humiliate you in front of the world, and now she had gotten her wish. You shook your head, it was fine when the pranks were kept within the team, but this was so much farther beyond that. There would be no way for you to hide this from the media, and you weren’t looking forward to their mean comments. 

“You know what, I don’t know what your fucking problem is with me, but I’m sick of you fucking picking on me,” You growled, channeling your frustration and raising to your full height. She may never feel the way you felt about her, but that didn’t give her the right to be an asshole.  

“I don’t have a problem,” She denied, but the gloating smile on her face told you differently. 

“I’d beg to differ. What did I ever do to you to make you fucking hate me?” You finally broke, unable to hold back your frustrated tears any longer. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words would come out. Your fingers tugged roughly at your hair. 

“I don’t hate you Y/n,” Alex said softly, her joyful demeanor crumbling, her shoulders slumping. She hadn’t meant to push this far, it had just been so hard to stop. 

“Do you just think I’m not good enough? I swear that I won’t bring the team down. I can get-” You started to ramble, your tears making it very difficult to understand what you were saying. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the soft hands gripping your shoulders or the fact that Alex’s face was getting very close to your own. 

Her lips touched yours midway through your self deprecating rant, your eyes growing wide when her soft flesh touched your own, before slamming shut and remembering that it was probably a good idea to kiss her back. And you did. Your lips moved in harmony, a symphony of fireworks exploding behind your eyes.

You had dreamed of this moment for as long as you would remember, praying that one day you would finally be given the chance to fight for the woman’s heart. You had all but given up hope that she felt the way you did, but with her tongue gently probing your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the butterflies that filled your chest. Her hands migrated from your shoulders to the baby hairs at the back of your neck, pulling your closer, while yours found the curve of her hips. 

Air became an issue within seconds, and you reluctantly pulled away, taking in large gulping breaths, and instead of taking a step back, Alex followed you, connecting your foreheads. 

“What?” You asked breathlessly, trying to ignore both the loud wolf whistles of your teammates and the heat from your blushing cheeks. 

“I’m was being an ass, and I’m sorry,” “It’s just, I didn’t know how to tell you. You’re just so young, and to be honest, the way you make me feel scares the crap out of me,” She confessed, and you could see the honesty and insecurity in her bright blue eyes. You placed a sweet kiss on her lips, realizing that you were slowly becoming addicted to them. 

“So you thought it was better to push me away then to tell me that you liked me?” It was your turn to smirk at her. 

“It’s not an excuse. I’m so sorry that I hurt you, and if you hated me, I would understand,” She mumbled, leaning peck your lips this time, and you huffed. 

“I don’t hate you. I’ve actually had a crush on you for the longest time…” You giggled, pinching the skin that was exposed by her shirt riding up. You would never admit it, but you had plastered your walls with posters of the women’s national team growing up, and you may or may not have had a propensity doodle your favorite players number all over all of your notebooks. 

“Hmm,” Alex hummed against your lips, wondering exactly how long ‘the longest time’ was, and thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t entirely fucked up her chances with you. 

“Does this mean you’ll stop messing with me,” You whined, pulling away from her face and burying your nose in her neck. 

“As long as I don’t have to steal your stuff anymore to see those abs,” She giggled at your adorableness, running her hands through your newly pink hair. You sighed in contentment into her neck. 

“Why don’t you buy me dinner first,” You muttered sarcastically raising your eyebrow and, leaning back to finally look her in the eyes. 

“I think that can be arranged,” She shot you a wide smile, her cheeks turning blood red when your teammates started cheering again, bantering about how you two finally got your shit together. 

“I can’t believe Alex basically pranked her way into your pants,’ Kelley snorted after a few minutes, and you couldn’t help the cackle that left your lips. You were smooth, but no one was smoother than Alex. Hopefully, she could woo you as well as she could prank you.

[beldaroot]

>:)

Squid Game, specifically the marble game and these are the loser club pairings:

-Bill & Mike

-Richie & Eddie

-Ben & Bev

-Stan & Patty

How do you think it would play out and who ends up being the winner of each pairing?

NOOOOO ANON you're too cruel to even make me think about this!!! it hurts :(((( especially since all the losers are so god damn loyal and sacrificial that they wouldn't be selfish or scared at all of dying if it meant their loved one survived...

i think some of these are pretty obvious: stan and ben would be content with losing if patty and bev got to live and continue the game. obviously patty and bev would put up a fight: patty not wanting to continue because what's the point of living if stan isn't by her side after 'winning'? and bev being frustrated at ben for risking his life to protect her; likely knowing he believes it's his 'duty' as a man so then calling him out on his bullshit.

reddie.... hmmmm! they're both going to argue about who survives for so long that they almost run out of time lol they kind of remind me of peeta and katniss in the hunger games where they're secretly trying to save the other. but i think if push comes to shove, richie would be the one to die :/ i'm sorry! but in do or die moments, eddie is definitely the more brave one and acts on impulse to protect his loved ones. so i think richie, who is much more level-headed, could use the more risky version of eddie to his advantage and lose like ji-yeong did i.e. giving up on the game so eddie can move on.

now hanbrough oof this is hard too!! bc mike is so so strong and cares so deeply for his friends (he honestly reminds me of ali), so he would never want to see bill in anguish over this stupid game. and bill lives with so much guilt already, i don't think he would want to add more on his mind by knowing he played a part in mike's death if he tried to win. also, bill never wanted his friends to sacrifice themselves for his own cause, so i think he would hate to see mike trying to offer his life so bill could win. soooo, i guess for those reasons, bill would make himself lose because he knows mike is resilient enough to survive and win and he doesn't want to live with the guilt anymore.

[dragonmartellstark]

Best Destinations for the Stark Family (2/5)

~SANSA STARK: She was the second daughter of Eddard “Ned” Stark and his wife Catelyn Tully. She was considered the most beautiful and sweet-natured maiden, being highly sought after by several powerful men and even by the prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Joffrey Baratheon.

Despite having different commitments to powerful men, her aunt the widowed Lysa Tully offered her sister Catelyn to marry her children, Sansa and Robert Arryn so that they would both be Lords of the Vale, this was well seen by Catelyn and convinced her husband of formalize the commitment. Robert was a sickly child who had a high probability of dying young so his mother was in a hurry to marry him off and for him to have offspring. Lady Sansa was not very happy to marry a sick child, but she accepted without question the will of her parents and she married Robert in 301 A. C., when she was 15 years old and 9 years old.

Her stay in the Vale of Arryn was disastrous due to the excessive control of her aunt Lysa of her and the capricious behavior of her husband being her more of a babysitter than her wife. It took a long time for the couple to consummate their marriage by sharing the bed until 307 A. C., but Sansa was unable to finish the act with a sick teenager and the surveillance of the widow Arryn. In the end Lysa asked to annul the marriage between her cousins ​​stating that Sansa was sterile and that with her her son would have no descendants.

Robert Arryn refused to let her ex-wife go, preventing her from returning to the North, so Nestor Royce and her daughter Myranda gave him shelter in her home at the Gates of the Moon. During her stay, Sansa had a good friendship with Lady Myranda who made sure that she was comfortable and healthy, but she also became close to Mya Stone, the illegitimate daughter of Robert Baratheon. Lord Robert married a woman of the Ruthermont House, but with this he did not have children either being called "The bird without eggs" and his distant cousin, Harrold Hardyng was considered as heir to the Vale, but Lysa Tully refused to give up the throne of his son.

Three years after living with the Royce family, her ex-husband Robert Arryn died without descendants, being succeeded by Harrold Hardyng who was the grandson of Alys Arryn, Jon Arryn's younger sister. Hardyng had met Sansa when she arrived in Eyrie and had fallen in love with her because of her beauty despite the fact that he was having an affair with a commoner named Cissy who had given him an illegitimate daughter, Alys Piedra.

After becoming Lord of the Eagles' Nest, Lord Hardyng appeared at the Gates of the Moon and in front of those present asked the hand of the Princess of Winterfell to which she accepted. For fear of being punished by the Faith of the Seven, Harrold and Sansa secretly married in the settlement of House Royce with the help of Lord Nestor and his children, being a happy event. The older brother of Sansa, Robb saw with good eyes that union maintaining the alliances between the Stark and the Arryn.

Lysa Arryn, frustrated by that marriage, began to spread rumors that the new Lady of the Vale was sterile and that she came to share a bed with Nestor Royce, her son and even with Myranda. Faced with these accusations, Harrold ordered Lysa to be locked up in one of the Cells of Heaven, remaining there until her death in 329 A. C.

The rumors about Lady Sansa were false when she got pregnant on her wedding night, this being a great joy for the marriage and the Vale. At the beginning of 311 A. C., her first daughter is born, Lyarra, who would have the surname Arryn by choice of her parents as well as her siblings. Her daughter would become Mistress of Winterfell upon marrying her cousin, Berron Stark. Sansa proved to be a very fertile woman, giving her husband five more children with a difference of one year each:

Elys Arryn who would be Lord of the Vale and known for having a love affair with his cousin, Catelyn Baratheon, daughter of his aunt Arya Stark.

Jon Arryn who would be a Mountain Guide in the service of his brother.

Nestor Arryn who would be a master in the citadel.

Sansa Arryn who would marry Rickard Wylde, a descendant of Walder Frey.

Ceryce Arryn who would be Alysane Mormont's daughter-in-law by marrying her son.

Sansa had an important weight in the politics of the East being regent during almost a year when Harrold left for Harrenhal where he would support the cause of the kings Aegon VI and Shireen Baratheon in their war against Joffrey Hill for the Iron throne. During her regency she had numerous problems with some bandits who planned to take advantage of a woman's mandate, but Lady Stark ended up imprisoning them and some decided to execute them for attacking the Arryns.

After the return of her husband from the war, Sansa Stark's life was quiet spending most of the time with her children and her husband, in addition to supporting him in some of her decisions as Lord of Eyrie. Sansa Stark died in 335 A. C., at 49 years of age and her death was painful for her family, especially for Harrold who kept the memory of his beloved woman.

Los mejores destinos para la familia Stark (2/5)

~SANSA STARK: Era la segunda hija de Eddard “Ned” Stark y su esposa Catelyn Tully. Era considerada la doncella mas bella y de carácter dulce siendo muy pretendida por varios hombres poderosos e incluso por el príncipe de los Siete Reinos, Joffrey Baratheon.

Pese a tener diferentes compromisos con hombres poderosos, su tía la viuda Lysa Tully le ofreció a su hermana Catelyn casar a sus hijos, Sansa y Robert Arryn para que ambos fueran Señores del Valle, esto fue bien visto por Catelyn y convenció a su marido de formalizar el compromiso. Robert era un niño enfermizo que tenia muchas probabilidades de morir joven por lo que su madre estaba apurada en casarlo y que tuviera descendencia. Lady Sansa no le hizo mucha gracia casarse con un niño enfermo, pero acepto sin rechistar por la voluntad de sus padres y se caso con Robert en 301 d. C., cuando ella tenia 15 años y el 9 años.

Su estancia en el Valle de Arryn fue desastrosa debido al control excesivo de su tía Lysa y al comportamiento caprichoso de su marido siendo mas una niñera que su esposa. La pareja tardo mucho en consumar su matrimonio compartiendo la cama hasta el 307 d. C., pero a Sansa le fue imposible terminar el acto con un adolescente enfermo y la vigilancia de la viuda Arryn. Al final Lysa pidió anular el matrimonio entre los primos afirmando que Sansa era estéril y que con ella su hijo no tendría descendientes.

Robert Arryn se negaba a dejar ir a su ex esposa evitando que esta regresase al Norte por lo que Nestor Royce y su hija, Myranda le dieron cobijo en su hogar en las Puertas de la Luna. Durante su estadía Sansa tuvo una buena amistad con Lady Myranda la cual se encargo de que estuviera cómoda y sana, pero también llego a ser cercana a Mya Piedra, hija ilegitima de Robert Baratheon. Lord Robert se caso con una mujer de la Casa Ruthermont, pero con esta tampoco tuvo hijos siendo llamado “La ave sin huevos” y se considero a su primo lejano, Harrold Hardyng como heredero del Valle, pero Lysa Tully se negaba a ceder el trono de su hijo.

Tres años después de estar conviviendo con la familia Royce, su ex marido Robert Arryn falleció sin descendientes siendo sucedido por Harrold Hardyng que era nieto de Alys Arryn, hermana menor de Jon Arryn. Hardyng había conocido a Sansa cuando esta llego a Nido de Águilas y había quedado enamorado de su belleza pese a que el estaba teniendo un romance con una plebeya llamada Cissy que le había dado una hija ilegitima, Alys Piedra.

Tras convertirse en Señor de Nido de Águilas, Lord Hardyng se presento en las Puertas de la Luna y delante de los presentes pidió la mano de la princesa de Invernalia a lo que esta acepto. Por miedo a ser castigados la Fe de los Siete, Harrold y Sansa se casaron en secreto en el asentamiento de la Casa Royce con ayuda de Lord Nestor y sus hijos, siendo un acontecimiento feliz. El hermano mayor de Sansa, Robb vio con buenos ojos aquella unión manteniendo las alianzas entre los Stark y los Arryn.

Lysa Arryn frustrada por aquel matrimonio empezó a esparcir los rumores de que la nueva Señora del Valle era estéril y que llego a compartir la cama con Nestor Royce, su hijo y hasta con Myranda. Ante estas acusaciones, Harrold mando a encerrar a Lysa en una de las Celdas del cielo permaneciendo allí hasta su muerte en 329 d. C..

Los rumores sobre Lady Sansa eran falsos cuando en la noche de boda se quedo embarazada siendo esto una gran alegría para el matrimonio y el Valle. A principios del 311 d. C., nace su primera hija, Lyarra que tendría el apellido Arryn por elección de sus padres al igual que sus hermanos. Su hija sería Señora de Invernalia al casarse con su primo, Berron Stark. Sansa demostró ser una mujer muy fértil llegando a darle a su marido cinco hijos mas con una diferencia de un año cada uno:

Elys Arryn que sería Señor del Valle y conocido por tener una historia de amor con su prima, Catelyn Baratheon, hija de su tía Arya Stark. 

Jon Arryn que sería Guía de montaña estando al servicio de su hermano.

Nestor Arryn que sería maestre en la ciudadela.

Sansa Arryn que se casaría con Rickard Wylde, descendiente de Walder Frey.

Ceryce Arryn que sería nuera de Alysane Mormont al casarse con el hijo de esta.

Sansa tuvo un peso importante en la politica del Oriente siendo regente durante casi un año cuando Harrold partió hacia Harrenhal donde apoyaría la causa de los reyes Aegon VI y Shireen Baratheon en su guerra contra Joffrey Colina por el trono de Hierro. Durante su regencia tuvo numerosos problemas con algunos bandidos que planeaban aprovecharse del mandato de una mujer, pero Lady Stark acabo por encarcelarlos y algunos decidió ejecutarlos por atentar contra los Arryn.

Tras el regreso de su marido de la guerra, la vida de Sansa Stark fue tranquila pasando la mayor parte del tiempo junto a sus hijos y su marido, además de apoyar a este en algunas de sus decisiones como Señor de Nido de Águilas. Sansa Stark falleció en 335 d. C., a los 49 años de edad y su muerte fue dolorosa para su familia, en especial para Harrold que mantuvo la memoría de su amada mujer.

[disabledrunner5]

Rule Britannia headcanons:

My Quintus‘ name isn’t Quintus really, it’s Aurelia.

Well that’s her roman name.

Quin’s mother, Murienn was a Pict in Britannia and her father, Julius Lucius Barbantius, was from Rome.

Her parents met and fell in love whilst he was serving over in Britannia, they fell in love, he rescued her from being captured and sent to slavery, and nine months later...well.

Quintus was born in the 6th year of Emperor Trajan’s reign on the 14th of Ianuarius (14th January) 104 AD.

Julius and Murienn gave their children a Roman name and a pict name to protect them. Quin was called Alys (Pict) and Aurelia (Roman).

Soon after Julius had to return to Rome and his wife (in a loveless marriage which bared no children).

This version of Five had a younger brother like her other iterations. However he was her twin brother, Alpin or Lucretius.

Like all of her iterations, Quintus was disabled and because of that, in Roman Britain she was not expected to survive, however she defeated the odds of that.

As a child learned basic Latin and was told stories of her father by her mother.

When they were five, Quin and Lucretius’ mother was murdered and they were held captives of Aneas, sent to Rome they were put on auction, to be sold as slaves.

Thankfully, Julius stumbled across them, recognised the pair as his children and bought them with no intention of using them as slaves and instead adopting and claiming his biological illegitimate children.

Her stepmother had other ideas though and would treat Quin as a serving girl. Her father though showed her kindness and love and gave her a thorough education. Quin thrived on books.

Lucretius became popular and athletic whereas Quin was scrawny, quiet and picked upon with no friends until she met Samnium at the age of seven. He became her only friend.

She met Sam on a beach in Dalmatia, when her father was posted there and his father worked as a slave master there.

I have a head canon where almost (with the exception of Abel’s Buccaneers) every single iteration of Five has a crush on Sam but it’s always Sam who develops feelings first.

However in the Rule Britannia/Pax Germanica timeline, it is Quintus who develops feelings first.

She developed a crush on him fairly quickly after meeting Sam.

The name Quintus originated when she’d play on the beaches of Dalmatia with Sam and he’d call her Quintus because as a woman couldn’t be a soldier. He occasionally shortened it out of affection and Quintus, Quin and Quinque became a nickname for her which only Sam called her.

They’d play fort on the beaches, play marbles or read books together on a regular basis, occasionally sharing a honeyed dormouse or roasted legumes with each other.

Quin’s family died from an illness when she was thirteen, that she too was not expected to survive from.

Young Sam would visit her every day of her illness and that in itself made her feel better and more determined to fight through it.

after which she was raised in her home by her paternal uncle, Dominicus, who also taught her how to fight and be as athletic as her brother once was (although she still remained relatively scrawny).

She chose Quintus for her name when she joined the auxiliaries so Sam could find her in the military easier.

Oh yeah she joined the auxiliary because couldn’t bare the thought of Sam dying in a battle in her home country and she wanted to make sure he didn’t. So she pulled a mulan and decided to join up as a man.

Sam tried to convince her against joining upon figuring out what she was planning. A woman is not allowed in the army. He eventually relented over arguing with her but he’s secretly sworn to himself to look out for her so she doesn’t get killed.

She did not recognise Aneas as the man who had murdered her mother and essentially sold her and her brother into slavery when she met him, for she had blocked that horrific memory from her mind.

She wasn’t however, surprised when Aneas turned out to be using necromancy. She was however, when it turned out Sam’s birthmark was revealed essentially magic.

The night in the grove, safe from the revenants Sam and Quin had a chance to have a heart to heart, in which she almost admits her romantic love for Sam but she just doesn’t manage it.

She was utterly terrified in Tartarus although she didn’t show it at first.

Quin clung to Sam’s arm when they stepped onto the bridge together, bruising his arm in the process.

Because she thought she’d not lived a good enough life, due to survivors guilt from her past eating at her.

Thankfully, she had lived a good enough life. But that was the only way you could have got an inkling that she was terrified.

She was more scared for Sam’s life during the battle. Although she’ll admit it was pretty awesome being Cerberus for a while.

Yeah...Sam definitely sees Quin in a new light after the battle.

He makes her a full citizen of the Roman Empire and asks if she’ll take his name so they can be family. Although Quin is bothered by him addressing it as ‘your brother’ due to her feelings but she resides that she’d be okay as his ‘sister’....

But basically I have a head canon in most of the realities, Five and Sam do get together romantically so...

They totally get drunk after moving in with each other and Sam drunkenly admits that he only addressed it like that because most of the army still thought she was a boy. And they might have shared a drunken kiss. But only Sam remembers that part of the night and their relationship remains unchanged.

I’m definitely looking forwards to finding out what happens in Germanica with these two.

[thelustybraavosimaid]

Unrelated, kind of, but your post reminded me of something that I'd like to take the time to tack on here.

Jonsas often use this passage...

"The heart is all that matters. Do not despair, Lord Snow. Despair is a weapon of the enemy, whose name may not be spoken. Your sister is not lost to you."

"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

...as a reason for Jonsa — you know, despite the fact that this is the chapter where Jon learns that Arya is not only alive, but is to be married to Ramsay Snow-Bolton. Apparently the next few lines in this same snippet is also Jonsa proof too I fucken guess

Melisandre seemed amused. "What is her name, this little sister that you do not have?"

"Arya." His voice was hoarse. "My half-sister, truly…"

"…for you are bastard born. I had not forgotten. I have seen your sister in my fires, fleeing from this marriage they have made for her. Coming here, to you. A girl in grey on a dying horse, I have seen it plain as day. It has not happened yet, but it will." (Jon VI, ADwD)

They claim that Jon's omission of Sansa here is proof that Jon was thinking subconsciously about her, even though he has always been consistently clear and straightforward about who he is thinking of and why he is thinking of them/mentioning them in his own narrative.

They even claim that Melisandre was subconsciously predicting Sansa's arrival at the Wall, despite the fact that the girl who showed up to Castle Black looked so northern that she was mistaken for Arya herself.

She does look a bit like Arya, Jon thought. Starved and skinny, but her hair's the same color, and her eyes. (Jon IX, ADwD)

I mean, the mYsTeRy of who the girl in grey is has already been solved for fuck's sake.

"You are seeing cinders dancing in the updraft."

"I am seeing skulls. And you. I see your face every time I look into the flames. The danger that I warned you of grows very close now."

"Daggers in the dark. I know. You will forgive my doubts, my lady. A grey girl on a dying horse, fleeing from a marriage, that was what you said."

"I was not wrong."

"You were not right. Alys is not Arya."

"The vision was a true one. It was my reading that was false. I am as mortal as you, Jon Snow. All mortals err." (Jon X, ADwD)

So much subconscious activity!

So, hmm. I guess this means that Jon was subconsciously thinking about Sansa here:

"You have not asked about your sister," Melisandre said, as they climbed the spiral steps of the King's Tower.

"I told you. I have no sister. We put aside our kin when we say our words. I cannot help Arya, much as I—" (Melisandre I, ADwD)

And here:

"Your fires have been known to lie."

"I have made mistakes, I have admitted as much, but—"

"A grey girl on a dying horse. Daggers in the dark. A promised prince, born in smoke and salt. It seems to me that you make nothing but mistakes, my lady. Where is Stannis? What of Rattleshirt and his spearwives? Where is my sister?"

"All your questions shall be answered. Look to the skies, Lord Snow. And when you have your answers, send to me. Winter is almost upon us now. I am your only hope."

"A fool's hope." Jon turned and left her. (Jon XIII, ADwD)

We see Jon agonise for over half of his ADwD chapters over rescuing Arya and despises the thought of her getting married to the point where he wanted to Crush Ramsay's Throat™️ like it was a Sheet of Parchment, but Jonsas want us to believe that he's subconsciously referring to Sansa as his heart? That she is secretly the one he's been thinking about the whole time? Really?

But what is funniest to me is the claim itself. Again, Jon is a very straightforward and ambitious character. Not speaking of Sansa is not the author telling us that "he feels he's not good enough" for her, it is a pointed show that Jon is largely indifferent to her. He always wanted to grow up like The Young Dragon for gods' sake! Why would he suddenly turn shy and unambitious in regards to Sansa? Because he felt some sort of perceived inadequacy? Bullshit! He felt like he was deserved the role of ranger but somehow he feels inadequate when it comes to a sister's affection? And one that he was never close to? This bleeds into the horseshit "pRe-cAnOn cRuSh" nonsense they came up with, all because Jon called Sansa radiant.

And I am so tired of it.

Regarding Jon and Sansa's relationship, a redditor, perhaps surprisingly, put it best:

Reading posts about how marrying Sansa is going to be a reward for Jon Snow...

If these shippers had actually read the Jon and Sansa POV chapters in the books they would realize just how incompatible these two characters are. Reading fanfiction and made up headcanons disguised as 'meta' does not equate to the actual story and characters of the books.

Jon Snow would consider it a punishment to marry Sansa and vice versa. A Jon/Sansa marriage would basically be another Stannis/Selyse marriage.

Sansa was matchmaking Mya Stone with a much older, low born, 'not handsome' (in Sansa's opinion) freerider like Lothor Brune because, as a bastard, that's all Mya qualifies for in Sansa's eyes. As of the most recent book, Sansa would be shocked and disgusted if anyone tries to marry her off to a bastard. Over 5 books she hasn't shown the slightest bit of class consciousness. She would never mingle with Jon's friends at the Wall - Crows and Freefolk included - the way someone like Arya or Dany would.

Jon Snow in turn would treat her opinions with the same disdain he showed Selyse's ideas of decorum and his deputies' bigotry. He already has no patience for and scoffs at the songs and stories about valiant knights rescuing damsels in distress.

And by the way, do Jonsa shippers understand that Sansa is a distant last when it comes to Jon's affection and love for the Starks in the books?

After calling Arya his heart and his home, breaking his sworn oaths and dying to save her from a forced marriage in the most recent book - one of his last dying thoughts being of Arya - do Jonsa shippers really think that Sansa is going to suddenly and randomly supersede Jon's unconditional love and care for Arya in book 6?

What is it it about Sansa that is supposedly different now and which is going to change Jon's entire character, personality, relationships and motives - consistent over 5 books - to randomly be like - 'Oh I love Sansa now! She's the love of my life! Arya who?'

I am going to therefore assume that Jonsa shippers wanting Jon and Sansa to marry are okay with Arya always being number one in Jon's heart and affections when it comes to the Starks. Because that's how it is in the books and it's so very clear to anyone who has read the books.

[gamergirl929]

You Want To Know How I Got These Scars? (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

The scar across your eyebrow is a constant talking point for the USWNT, the only members knowing how you got it being your girlfriend, Kelley O’Hara, and Christen Press your fellow Stanford Alumni.  

“Wait, you both know how she got it??” Sonnett asks, brows furrowed.  

Kelley and Christen share a glance, the two smiling.  

“Ehhh.” Christen shrugs and Alex scoffs.  

“Come on, you went to Stanford with her, lived with her. and hell, she’s dating Kelley!” She motions to her best friend and Kelley shrugs.  

“Ehhh.” She mimics Christen and Emily rolls her eyes.  

“Hey! Y/N!” Sonnett yells and you turn to her, brow furrowed as you rush over. You come up behind Kelley and wrap your arms around her the woman leaning back against your chest with a smile.  

“What’s up?” You ask and the blonde’s eyes narrow.  

“How did you get the scar on your face?” She asks and you hum, shrugging.  

“Ehhh.”  

The women surrounding you all groan, all except for, you, Kelley and Christen the three of you snickering.   

                                                            ***

“Okay, you were secretly in the CIA and you went to take on a Russian Sleeper Agent, but got hurt when you were trying to escape?” Sonnett asks, face impassive.  

You snort, loudly, and Kelley cackles, doubling over.

“Not a chance. Y/N? A member of the CIA? She can’t shoot to save her life!” Kelley howls and you scowl.  

“I can too.”  

Kelley scoffs.  

“You cannot we went to Laser Tag and you kept MISSING. How do you miss at Laser Tag!?” Kelley hacks and coughs loudly from laughing so hard.  

“Oh look, now you’re dying and I’m not going to save you.” You shrug and Kelley pouts.  

You roll your eyes and pat her on the back as she coughs, the woman’s hacking eventually ceasing before she leans her head on your shoulder.  

“Thanks darling.” She winks, leaning up to kiss your cheek and you roll your eyes, blushing.  

“Wait, wait.” Alex flaps her arms around and your brows furrow.  

“Back to Y/N’s scar.” Alex motions to your eyebrow and you grin, shaking your head.  

“You guys are never going to stop, are you?”  

“You were attacked by a shark, and you had your head in its mouth, but the only thing that it nicked was your eyebrow?” Sonnett asks, seriously.  

“I worry about you.” Lindsey whispers, shaking her head and Sonnett scoffs.  

“No, that’s not it.” Megan scoffs from where she’s sitting.  

“You went camping and were attacked by a raccoon?”  

Kelley boos loudly, and almost immediately is hit with something Megan throws across the bus.

“Children, please.” Ashlyn holds a hand up before turning towards you.  

“But seriously, was it a shark?”  

You shake your head, covering your face with your hands.  

“Fell of a horse?” Carli adds with a shrug and Sonnett leans towards Lindsey.  

“I hope it wasn’t a baby horse.”  

Alex’s eyes widen, as do Kelley’s where as you are having trouble staying in your seat from laughing so hard, the same as the rest of your teammates.  

“I am married!” Alex exclaims, aghast, though she shrugs. “But I guess sometimes that doesn’t matter.” She sends you a wink.

Kelley’s eyes widen so much that they nearly take up half on her face, meanwhile everyone else on the bus is rolling with laughter, your face red as you grab your chest.  

“I can’t take anymore. I’m dying.” You wheeze.  

Sonnett is in the same state as you, Lindsey having to wrap her arms around her so when the bus’s driver hits the brake she doesn’t fall out of her seat.  

Vlatko turns around, smiling, and it’s then you realize that he has been laughing too.  

“Alright girl’s, we’re here.”  

The group of giggling women all slip off the bus, camera’s flashing as they head into the stadium, fans holding their hands out so you can slap their palms.  

You hold your hands out as you walk, hitting the fan’s palms, most of them excitedly squealing.  

“It totally was the CIA one wasn’t it?” You hear Sonnett whisper behind you and you shake your head, chuckling.  

“No.”  

                                                            ***

Later that night half the team, at least those who decided to remain at the hotel, are three sheets to the wind, lounging in Lindsey and Sonnett’s hotel room for some team bonding.  

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sonnett waves her hand at you and you snort, eye brow arched. 

“What, what, what?” You mimic her and the woman snorts.  

“Why did you say it three times?” She slurs and you laugh, pulling Kelley back against your chest.  

“Reasons.” You shrug.  

Sonnett shakes her head.  

“Well, whatever do a shot with me.” She points to a nearby bottle of tequila and you grin.  

“You’re on.”  

Sonnett stumbles towards the hotel’s kitchenette and Kelley turns towards you.  

“I’m cutting you off after this.” She whispers and you pout.  

“That won’t work.” She sends you a playful glare and you huff.  

“Fine. Fine.” You grumble and Kelley grins, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips, causing your pout to turn into a full blown grin.

You playfully brush your nose back and forth against hers grinning wider at the blush that dusts her cheeks.  

“I love you.” You whisper and Kelley grins.  

“I love you too.”  

“NEVER FEAR! I HAVE RETURNED!” Sonnett shouts as she stumbles towards you, bottle and shot glasses in hand.

“Sit down before you hurt yourself.” Tobin shakes her head as Sonnett flops onto the bed beside her, Christen, Lindsey, Rose, Sam and Mal.  

“I’m fine Tobito...” Sonnett stops with a snort and you chuckle.  

“Toblerone.” You bark out a laugh, one that Lindsey is quick to mimic.  

“Tobocop?”  

Everyone busts out laughing, except Tobin who’s pouting, cheeks dusted pink.  

“Awwwwww... Toby.” Lindsey slurs as she ruffles the woman’s hair.  

“Shut up.” She grumbles.  

“I’ll be right back.” Mallory mumbles before slowly moving to her feet and stumbling into the kitchen.  

“Why did we let the kids have alcohol again?” Alex asks and you shake your head.  

“Because you’re all irresponsible parents.”  

Kelley swats at you blindly, hitting your arm.  

“Hey at least we didn’t get drunk with the kids.” She chides and you roll your eyes.  

“Plebs.”  

“Y/N!” Sonnett exclaims and you jump, reaching for the shot she’s holding out to you.  

You hold it up before throwing it back without a wince, slamming it down onto the bedside table.  

Sonnett isn’t fast enough, her glass hitting the table after yours.  

“Sucks to suck.” You snicker, and Sonnett leans towards you in an attempt to slap your arm, but she instead falls off the bed.  

You throw your head back with a cackle, burying your face in Kelley’s hair as you laugh.  

“Oh my god.” Ashlyn and Ali shakes their heads from their place at the end of the bed that they’re sharing with you, Kelley, and Alex.  

“Why did we come tonight?” Ali whispers and Ashlyn grins.  

“To see if anyone hurts themselves.”  

Ali smacks her wife who only grins in return.  

Mallory skips back into the room moments later with a grin, a grin that only widens when she sees Sonnett on the floor.  

“Bitch, how’d you get down there?” She asks, head cocked to the side and chuckle.  

Christen pinches the bridge of her nose.  

“Language.”  

A sudden beeping causes you to stiffen, your eyes going as wide as saucers.  

Kelley and Christen share a glance.  

“Uh-oh.” They both say at the same time.  

“What’s wro-

Ali is cut off when you let out a screech before attempting to move to your feet.  

“FIRE!” You yell as you try to wiggle out of Kelley’s hold, the woman holding you at tight as she can.  

“No! It’s the microwave Y/N!” She exclaims, causing you to cease your wiggling. 

“Please don’t jump out the window again.” She sighs. “We remember what happened last time.” She leans down, kissing the scar that runs across your eyebrow.  

“OH MY GOD!” Sonnett screeches as she jumps to her feet, meanwhile, everyone else in the room is cackling, holding their middles as tears stream down their cheeks.  

“YOU JUMPED OUT A WINDOW!?” Tobin laughs and you huff, cheeks red.  

“There was a fire.” You mumble and Christen rolls her eyes.  

“There was not, she was drunk and she thought the microwave was the fire alarm.” She says and everyone busts out laughing.  

“So, you jumped out the window?” Alex asks, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

You throw your head back with a groan.  

“Yes, she did.” Kelley giggles as she puts her hand on the back of your head and pushes you until you bury your face in her chest.  

“At least it was one story.” Christen laughs.  

The laughter in the room eventually dies down, though everyone continues to shake Kelley and Christen down for more information.  

“How bad was she hurt?” Tobin asks and Christen points to your scar.  

“There’s a lot more than just that, but I’m not sure if Kelley would like If Y/N took her clothes off.”  

Kelley shakes her head, eyes narrowed.  

“Not a chance.”  

Everyone eventually goes silent, that is until Sonnett lets out an incredibly loud snort.  

“You jumped out a window because of the microwave.”  

You grumble, growling against Kelley’s chest.  

“Shut up.”  

[cornholio4]

A Date With Prince Ali

Author’s note: I admit I was using this story as an excuse to gush about Knives Out; an enjoyable movie even if you're like me and your biggest exposure to mystery stories are Scooby Doo episodes and movies.Over a year of Ladybug salt and LIla Salt; different types of stories and using pairings with Felix and Damian Wayne (not a fan of either of those pairings to be honest). Then I realised why not try one that is Marinette X Ali as surprisingly enough there are no stories of that yet.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng just sighed when class was just finishing and Lila began spinning off her latest tale about some celebrities that she had supposedly met, really it was quite frustrating how all suckered in they were. Nino told everyone about how his parents were taking his little brother Chris to an appointment so they could have their own party there with him as a DJ.

Lila of course said she would love to come over when she has time and has another story she has been waiting for the right moment to tell them. This made Marinette groaned and Marinette almost missed it when Nino asked if she can expect to find her there.

"Oh no sorry Nino, I already have plans..." Marinette told him and then saw disappointed glances from most of the classmates as this was another occasion she had missed out with Lila involved. "Look sorry but I already have plans; I'm going to go see Knives Out tonight." Marinette explained and everyone looked at her incredulously as everything they knew about the movie didn't seem like it would be one Marinette would see.

Then of course Lila was putting up a facade of how disappointed she was that Marinette would not be coming. "Really girl, if you don't want to come because Lila is coming then you can at least be honest and tell us... No need to make up a story on the spot..." Alya chided her and Marinette sighed at her words along with the disapproval that came from Adrien.

It wasn't an excuse and she really did plan to go see the movie that afternoon, she had been looking forward to it for some time.

What her classmates didn't know was that she was actually a big fan of mystery stories, from her childhood of watching mystery movies with her parents (she watched a lot of the TV show about Hercule Poirot), watching Scooby Doo as well as reading the Agatha Christie books. She actually loved watching the mysteries build up with all the clues and red herrings built up and put together in the ending.

In fact when she was accused of stealing by Chloe she was putting her deductive skills to rest and she also got to use them when she began to suspect that Adrien's father was Hawk Moth. She rarely got to use the skills she developed from all the mysteries stories she had seen and read.

True the deductive skills failed to convince her classmates that Lila was lying but that was neither here nor there.

Later she got home and noticed a parcel for her and she opened it to see a necklace looking like it came from the kingdom of Achu and guessed it must have come from her secret admirer again. She had been getting presents and letters in the mail for a small while from a secret admirer saying they had only just gotten the courage to send these tokens of their feelings towards her.

She began wondering who it could be with her first hope being that it was from Adrien but soon her feelings began dying out. It had to do with his words about Lila's lying not hurting anyone.

What instantly could get her out of a Lila related sour mood was wondering who could be her secret admirer; she had yet to tell Alya about it. Mostly because she was pretty much dreading whatever scheme Alya could cook up to find out who it could be.

Some of the presents were mostly jewellery and she figured it must be someone well off, one of her first candidates was Luka but looking at the expensive jewellery it may not be there. Unless the Couffaines were secretly wealthy and were being humble about it to the point of living in their small houseboat. Currently her best candidate would be Kagami.

Her parents were gushing about her latest gift from her admirer and were encouraging her to wear it for the movie today. She thought it would be a little much but she decided to do so. She had changed into a detective outfit she had designed and Tikki was asking about where it came from.

She had explained that during the last summer at a birthday party for one of her cousins; it was a murder mystery role play party that she was so excited for and designed everyone's outfit. Her role was as the lead detective's deputy.

She had gotten to the door but then saw someone enter through the door and it was someone in a hooded jacket along with some sort of chaperone bodyguard. The person took his hood down and saw it was Prince Ali of Achu.

"Prince Ali, what a surprise..." Marinette blurted out remembering when she had last saw him as Ladybug. Rose had told everyone about how excited she was to have ice cream with him and some time ago she had been disappointed to tell them that Prince Ali admitted to her in his last message that he liked someone else and was sending her letters before he can finally confess in person.

She felt sorry for Rose and tried to console her along with the other classmates, Lila made a half hearted story that she was asked by Prince Ali himself to keep it secret that she liked some other princess. Of course they had eaten it up.

Rose had said that Prince Ali really spoke fondly of her and said he hadn't had a chance to see her along but she was kind, clumsy and adorable with a passion for fashion.

Marinette knew that Prince Ali was in France related to a charity he was doing and how it would be a busy one, Lila made up a claim that she would try and see if they can get time to get them to see him again. Lucky Lila counted on the fact that it was reported that he would only be in France for 3 days and how unlikely it would be that he would be in Paris to see them.

A part of her thought about directly asking him about Lila but she decided she didn't want to use him like this to settle a grudge against a bully.

"Marinette, hasn't had time to see you directly..." Prince Ali admitted to her with a blush with Marinette feeling like she should be questioning why he was there. "I managed to make enough time in my schedule to come here and see the girl I liked." Prince Ali told her sheepishly and Marinette froze having put the clues together:

The presents having come at the same time when Rose talked to Prince Ali with his message about sending presents to his crush and the description of this crush.

Uh oh...

"I am... flattered your majesty but... Rose likes you and I am sure a girl code or a sis code exists..." Marinette trying to come up with the best excuse she could do. Her parents were no help as they were gushing about it and how Marinette was always a princess to them.

"Rose is a good friend but I can't help it when I saw a pretty girl and what Rose told me about you; how helpful and kind you are. I noticed your designs on your website and I was amazed by your talents. Plus the achievements you have made." Prince Ali told her and Marinette's cheeks began going red. "Are you doing anything tonight?" He asked hopefully and she shook her head.

"Sorry but I already made plans, I want to see this movie at the cinema called Knives Out..." Marinette told him and Prince Ali put out his hand offering to treat her to a movie. Her brain shut down and it only rebooted again when she noticed she was led to his limo.

She smiled awkwardly at Prince Ali as she sat next to him, she then began wondering if she even liked him like that. He was handsome alright but that was not enough for her to fall for someone; she knew Adrien was handsome but didn't care for him when she thought he was a bully friend of Chloe. She only started to fall for him at the umbrella incident.

Maybe she could give Prince Ali a try as he was a nice boy starting charities and being nothing but kind to Rose.

They reached the cinema and Prince Ali helped Marinette out as they entered with his chaperone and his hood disguise back up, they got in line and paid for their tickets. They got to the screening room and Marinette noticed Aurore and Mireille there who recognised Marinette but not her apparent date. They were going as Chris Evans fans and were wierded out when Marinette revealed she was a mystery fan.

They sat down and the ads and trailers played and followed by a message from the movie's director Rian Johnson asking the audience not to spoil the ending to their friends as it was a whodunit mystery. Marinette with a serious look on her face zipped her mouth shut at that which Prince Ali laughed at and she just looked sheepish.

They watched the movie and during the first act Marinette saw how intentionally horrible most of the characters were. while because she hated being scared was the main reason why she hated horror movies another one was because it was hard to like any of the characters in those movies and want to see them survive.

They laughed at scenes in it (especially at Daniel Craig's hilarious accent) while Marinette was analysing any potential clues and feeling tense as it went on. The movie ended and Marinette left with Prince Ali gushing with the others about how good it was but Marinette made a move of asking they be silent about spoilers when they got out of the cinema room.

Marinette took mystery stories very seriously.

They got out of the cinema and Marinette gave him a kiss on the cheek as they went began smiling awkwardly at each other. Then somebody shouted that it was Prince Ali and they just noticed his hood fell down. They quickly got back into the limo and it drove off.

The paparazzi followed them back to the bakery and Prince Ali helped Marinette out and got her into her home as they had taken pictures of them.

At Nino's party, Nino had told her big story and was going on about how twenty minutes ago Prince Ali phoned her about some paperwork he had just finished at the moment to open an orphanage in her name.

Then Rose screamed out looking at her phone saying Prince Ali was in Paris right now and was seen exiting their local cinema with a date! She was gushing about Prince Ali finding love with her crush but then the classmates began looking at Lila asking about what she had just said despite her attempts to change the subject.

Curse the horrid timing.

Rose's eyes were bulging and told everyone to come and see who it was and everyone was speechless when they saw the photos. Lila looked herself and let her frustration get the better of her and ranted about Marinette on the spot.

[laannie0803]

Lord Benjicot Blackwood, también conocido como Ben el Sangriento, fue cabeza de la Casa Blackwood y Señor de Árbol de los Cuervos durante la Danza de los Dragones y el reinado de Aegon III Targaryen.

Los Blackwood dieron su apoyo a Rhaenyra Targaryen cuando estalló la Danza de los Dragones. Benjicot se convirtió en Señor de Árbol de los Cuervos con solo once años a comienzos de la guerra civil, cuando su padre, Lord Samwell Blackwood, fue asesinado por Ser Amos Bracken en combate singular durante la Batalla de Molino Quemado.

Participó en la Batalla de la orilla del lago donde, aunque los hombres del Norte y de las Tierras de los Ríos derrotaron a los de las Tierras del Oeste, tal fue el precio que Ben lloró al ver las pilas de cadáveres. Cuando el príncipe Aemond Targaryen devastó las Tierras de los Ríos a lomos de Vhagar, Lord Benjicot reclamó la ayuda de Rhaenyra para proteger a los señores ribereños con sus dragones, pero ésta no respondió a su llamada.

Ben fue uno de los señores ribereños que acudieron a la llamada de Addam Velaryon para marchar junto a él sobre Ladera. Durante la batalla que allí aconteció comandó el centro del ejército, y fue testigo del enfrentamiento entre los dragones Vermithor, Bruma y Tessarion, que muchos años después relataría al Gran Maestre Munkun. Cuando acabó la batalla ordenó a uno de sus arqueros, Billy Burley, rematar al dragón Tessarion, que agonizaba de dolor. Cuando regresó a casa se llevó el cadáver de Addam Velaryon, que enterró en Árbol de los Cuervos.

A finales de la guerra, y en respuesta a la decisión de Aegon II Targaryen de castigar a los señores que no le habían jurado lealtad, Lord Blackwood unió sus fuerzas a las de Lord Elmo Tully para participar en la Batalla del Camino Real. Los ribereños encabezados por Benjicot salieron entre los arboles, destruyendo el flanco del ejército de Lord Borros Baratheon. Logró dispersar a los tormenteños y conseguir la victoria, ganándose el apodo de Ben el Sangriento. Ben y sus compañeros marcharon posteriormente a Desembarco del Rey para asediar la ciudad, pero antes de siquiera llegar el rey Aegon II fue traicionado y asesinado por sus hombres.

Se dice que Ben y su tía Aly quedaron desazonados al enterarse de la muerte del rey, ya que consideraban el veneno un arma de cobardes y sin honor. Benjicot Blackwood, Lord Kermit Tully y su hermano Ser Oscar, ligados por la batalla, se hicieron inseparables y se empezó a conocerlos como los Muchachos. Ben permaneció en Desembarco del Rey mientras tenía lugar la coronación de Aegon III Targaryen y se conformaba el consejo de regentes. Cuando regresó junto a su tía a Arbol de los Cuervos, fueron escoltados por mil norteños que habían llegado al sur junto a Lord Cregan Stark.

Lord Blackwood fue considerado como uno de los potenciales candidatos para tomar en matrimonio a Lady Baela Targaryen, medio hermana del rey. En 132 d.C., Benjicot marchó hacia Invernalia para asistir a la boda de su tía Alysanne con Lord Cregan Stark. Como era pleno invierno, el viaje duró el triple de lo previsto, sufriendo ataques de forajidos que robaron todos los regalos de boda.

Cuando al año siguiente tuvo lugar la muerte de la reina Jaehaera Targaryen, Lord Unwin Peake, Mano del Rey y Protector del Reino, preparó la boda entre el rey y su hija Myrielle en secreto. Muchos señores alzaron la voz cuando se enteraron; Ben cuestionó la celeridad, argumentando que debían haber dejado al menos medio año a Aegon para llorar a su reina.

En 134 d.C. Lord Ben encabezó un millar de hombres de los Blackwood que se unieron al ejército liderado por Ser Robert Rowan, quien se dirigía al Valle de Arryn para resolver el problema sucesorio de los Arryn. Benjicot, que aún no había cumplido la mayoría de edad, asumió el mando del ejército cuando Ser Robert fue asesinado por los hombres de los clanes de las Montañas de la Luna durante la travesía. Lord Alyn Velaryon y Ben el Sangriento lograron poner orden en el Valle y forzar al resto de partidarios a rendir vasallaje a Lord Joffrey Arryn.

En 136 d.C. Lord Benjicot Blackwood fue considerado como candidato a Mano del Rey, pero fue descartado por ser demasiado joven.

Benjicot Blackwood tuvo una vida larga.

Lord Benjicot Blackwood, also known as Ben the Bloody, was head of House Blackwood and Lord of the Tree of Crows during the Dance of the Dragons and the reign of Aegon III Targaryen.

The Blackwoods gave their support to Rhaenyra Targaryen when the Dance of the Dragons broke out. Benjicot became Tree Lord of the Crows at just eleven years old at the start of the civil war, when his father, Lord Samwell Blackwood, was killed by Ser Amos Bracken in single combat during the Battle of Burnt Mill.

He participated in the Battle of the Lakeside where, although the Northlands and Riverlands men defeated those from the Westlands, such was the toll that Ben wept at the piles of corpses. When Prince Aemond Targaryen devastated the Riverlands on Vhagar's back, Lord Benjicot enlisted Rhaenyra's help in protecting the river lords with her dragons, but Rhaenyra did not respond to her call.

Ben was one of the river lords who responded to Addam Velaryon's call to march alongside him on Ladera. During the battle that took place there, he commanded the center of the army, and witnessed the confrontation between the dragons Vermithor, Bruma and Tessarion, which many years later he would report to Grand Master Munkun. When the battle was over, he ordered one of his archers, Billy Burley, to finish off the dragon Tessarion, who was dying in pain. When he returned home he took the body of Addam Velaryon, which he buried in Tree of Ravens.

At the end of the war, and in response to Aegon II Targaryen's decision to punish the lords who had not sworn allegiance to him, Lord Blackwood joined forces with Lord Elmo Tully to participate in the Battle of the Royal Road. The riparians led by Benjicot broke through the trees, destroying the flank of Lord Borros Baratheon's army. He managed to disperse the tormenteños and achieve victory, earning himself the nickname of Blood Ben. Ben and his companions later marched to King's Landing to besiege the city, but before King Aegon II was even betrayed and killed by his men.

It is said that Ben and his aunt Aly were dismayed when they learned of the king's death, as they considered poison a weapon of cowards and without honor. Benjicot Blackwood, Lord Kermit Tully, and his brother Ser Oscar, bound by battle, became inseparable and became known as the Boys. Ben remained in King's Landing while Aegon III Targaryen was crowned and the council of regents formed. When he returned to Raven Tree with his aunt, they were escorted by a thousand Northerners who had come south with Lord Cregan Stark.

Lord Blackwood was considered one of the potential candidates to marry Lady Baela Targaryen, the king's half-sister. In 132 AD, Benjicot marched to Winterfell to attend his aunt Alysanne's wedding to Lord Cregan Stark. As it was the middle of winter, the trip took three times as long as planned, being attacked by outlaws who stole all the wedding gifts.

When the death of Queen Jaehaera Targaryen took place the following year, Lord Unwin Peake, Hand of the King and Protector of the Realm, secretly arranged the wedding between the king and his daughter Myrielle. Many lords raised their voices when they found out; Ben questioned the haste, arguing that they must have left Aegon at least half a year to mourn their queen.

In 134 AD Lord Ben led a thousand Blackwood men who joined the army led by Ser Robert Rowan, who was heading to the Valley of Arryn to solve the Arryn succession problem. Benjicot, who had not yet reached the age of majority, assumed command of the army when Ser Robert was killed by the men of the Moon Mountains clans during the voyage. Lord Alyn Velaryon and Ben the Bloody managed to bring order to the Valley and force the remaining partisans to surrender their allegiance to Lord Joffrey Arryn.

In 136 A.D. Lord Benjicot Blackwood was considered a candidate for Hand of the King, but was discarded as too young.

Benjicot Blackwood had a long life.

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“This isn't prison break.”parts 1 & 2

Rue runs away for a night from rehab with a bunch of people she doesn't know. They go to a club, do some stupid stuff and adopt a cat.

wrote this and put it on AO3- lnk here- but also updating on here:

PART 1

Rue laughs absently at the other group of "degenerates" as Ali would call them. They are walking along the side of the road towards wherever a kid named Malcolm was leading them. She technically was supposed to be in her small dorm bed asleep and awaiting 4 am check in. But instead here she was being a fellow degenerate who had technically escaped the rehab facility. They all intended on going back to the treatment facility eventually. She hopes Sol would even though it meant they probably would be separated. They all just needed a night of more because everyone was on edge and needed a break. Everyone was aware that the consequences would be getting kicked out or all restrictions taken away. But, fuck it.

Her group of acquaintances, because they were not her friends, was made up of a random assortment of folks. One of which was some guy named Graham who was apparently the older "brother" of Angel. Angel was the only one out of the group besides her roommate who actually knew more than whatever she half assed in group therapy. Which was very little but it was enough to keep them.... interested. Rue shoves her hands in the pockets of a pair of baggy shorts that Angel threw at her in a parking lot after everyone met back up. Their escape plan was a plan but they all booked it through a hole in the fence and through a patch of woods at first. Some person named Bones, who had to at least be a sophomore in college, picked them all up in a hatchback and the Graham who opened a backpack filled with vices.

Rue steered clear of the opiates and went straight for the bottle of Coconut Rum. Even though she could practically hear the pills singing her fucking name. Most of them actually opted to be clean of whatever landed them in rehab but not sober. Not everyone though because Angel was definitely rolling a tiny bit and so were two other people out of the 5 fence jumpers. Including her roommate Sol. Rue just figured the slap on the wrist once they got back would be less harsh without a positive test. The rum was more than enough to stay kind of alert amongst everyone here. All these faces that might leave her dying face down in a ditch if she OD’ed....again.

She wasn't even in here because of an overdose. Just a basic relapse that made her mom's mind up for her and now she was forced into a stupid facility with strangers. They forced her to talk, made sure she ate, but she honestly felt worse being inside than out. It was probably working the 12 steps and quiet therapy sessions but in places she didn't see yet. This right here though the warmth of the air touching her skin as the packed car they'd all tumbled into hurtled through empty streets. Leaning her head back she mumbles along the lyrics while Sol pulls at the worn shirt collar. 

 "Beep beep go swerving in my, Beep been you want me riding in your...."

Rue sighs feeling sticky lips press against her clavicle and up her neck.

 "Beep beep ghost busting in my,

 Beep beep you want me riding in your....driving super fast."

Sol was cool people but Rue knew it couldn't be anything more than fooling around. Kissing when no one was watching or either of them came back from a therapy session sobbing.  Sometimes Sol sneaking into her bed at night so they could have quickie sex sessions. This wasn't how Rue expected to explore her sexuality that was pretty dormant but it was what she had. It also wasn't with who she had in mind either. Lingering feelings aside the two of them were stuck in a juvenile inpatient program. With the same beds as the ones in college pamphlets, a no shoelace rule, and  fuzzy socks ( that Rue secretly loves). This girl was like 3 inches shorter than Rue, dark skinned, neck tattoos and a short cut. Sol had been through so much more shit than Rue and it made her feel ungrateful. Ungrateful because at least she had a hard working mom who still loved her and hadn't abandoned all hope. Other people in the program who took it seriously though told her not to because her life sucked too.

Feeling Sol's lips on hers she kissed her back. She didn't feel anything but it must have felt amazing to Sol who deepened the kiss. The car swerved past what in Rue's mind had to be a pothole. Sol falls away further into her body clutching the fabric of her shirt and accidentally her chest. Rue hears Sol sigh and snaps her eyes open while Sol still kisses her. Rue grabs hold of the handle above the door and sits back up mumbling, what was that. She watches Sol roll her eyes and sit back into the tan seats.

"Oh FUCK," Bones yelled slowing the car down and pulling over. Bones had their black hair slicked all the way back and a cigarette falling out of their mouth. They were odd enough sober and everyone's dd, just a ball of chaotic a.d.d they'd laughed at her earlier as they walked her from the gas station bathroom back to the car. It was a nice gesture because apparently she seemed "kind of uncomfortable," which was true. The urge to escape herself dulled the fear of her mother's true unbridled anger. Or Fez's.

He was really upset when he found out she got a new plug after actually being clean for so long. She turns to look out the back window and sees two green eyes attached to a small grey mound in the road. 

"What the....omg a cat omg," Angel is practically bouncing out of the car after pulling out a half eaten filet o fish. Rue watches him in an outfit she felt fit him so much more than the basic t-shirt and sweatpants he wore everyday. His platform sneakers lit up across the black asphalt as he inches  closer to the obviously terrified animal. A glitter covered arm wove in front of him with food and Rue leans into the window in anticipation. The only thing that could make Angel seem even more angelic was wings or a halo above his half platinum half silver hair. He honestly seemed like the type to fit right into Jules's friend group. But instead he was the kind creative rave kid who drew her pictures of kandy he'd give her one day. 

"Hey um...you ," she feels her shoulder being tapped. "Put this in your lap."

PART 2

"Yes! I love this song," Bones yells back rolling down the windows. The cool autumn air filling the car and the smell of weed being blown out the window. 

Her heel is bouncing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. With one more she could become triple A instead of alcoholics anonymous. She can feel a comfortable softness against her sole. It's from a piece of fabric she keeps stuffed in her sock. Her knee keeps bouncing in place with the sleeping kitten being stroked by Sol in her lap. Her current reality is so much more serene than the one she relives in her head.

Arrival nurses took her hoodie at this new place only letting it stay with her the first night. She was so fucking high on check in that she screamed please don't take my dad please as they explained it to her mom. Her mom who she clung to like they were about to skin her alive. Chest rising and falling quick enough someone said something about a shot. Too high to be cold and distant but not enough for her heart to stop. Just enough to be a paranoid fuck up. Leslie tried to calm her down but it only worked after her mom bargained with them, one night.

One night and then her mom visited the next day to say goodbye. Slipping a gray square in her pocket. It was worn in from a t-shirt that her dad wore in her baby pictures. Leslie hugged her so tight before leaving whispering we love you so much. That was the last time she'd seen her mom and every time she called Leslie said oh rue like her heart was breaking again. So those phone calls were short because her mom crying always fucks her up mentally for a few days. The silent pauses remind her of the little sister who always has faith in her but is turning into someone who doesn't even look at her. 

"You okay," Sol whispers and rue nods because when was she ever. Her arm that sol is resting on is cramping but she lets it, not much arm space in this back row anyway. She should have just chosen the trunk with some 16 year old named Zach. 

"On the left yesss we made it and on time too," Graham jeers next to Sol.

 Rue looks at the dash clock crinoline her brow. "How is almost 1 am on time," she whispers. 

Sol chuckles, "It is a club not a house party you knew that right ?" Rue bites the inside of her lip and shakes her head no. Sol puckers a bottom lip and kisses her cheek. Great pity Rue thinks. Sol leans in to whisper to Rue, "Don't worry Graham knows the bouncer. No fakes required."

Rue opens back up the glass bottle in the seat net and lets the clear liquid burn her throat a bit. Out of her realm was an understatement, house parties were something she was used to but never clubs. She didn't even know what kind of club this was but judging from the giant rainbow flag out front, angry repressed frat bros wouldn't be an issue. Which helped the nerves in her stomach unwind. The fur ball on her lap made a noise and she rubbed it through the sweater it's been laid on. Sol said the kitten was probably dumped because there was a tag scar and the kitten was super clean. But was she risking it....no.

Sol takes the bottle from her hand and screws the cap back on. "You gonna dance with me tonight Benny." Sol says as she nudges her shoulder.

"Maybe," Rue shrugs.

" Okay well how about anyone else," Sol grins coyly.

Rue looks away from her and out the window. She's more interested in the brick building as they get closer than someone's hot sweaty body. There's a line to the door with several guards standing with gloved hands and flashlights. " Idk maybe," Rue looks back at Sol who is rolling her eyes. 

" Yes she is," Angel yells from the passenger seat. He's checking his makeup in the mirror and winks at rue. Which makes her tuck her hair behind her ear and cough to cover the blush. Angel turns around happily and says, "meee.'

Leaning forward Sol pecks Angel and says, " Bennett your goal tonight is to have fun, dance with someone. He, she, they, who cares, maybe you'll get a lil prison pen pal."

Rue rolls her eyes, that probably wasn't happening but it was about trying new experiences. Treatment was also not prison; it just was not freedom either. Bones pulls past the entrance and swings into the parking lot. Graham is behind them pointing as they follow directions. He's even saying fun facts like this is Knott's which Angel keeps mimicking. Bones slowly moves the car  until  one guard leans his hand in the window. The guard daps Graham up and they laugh for a second. His name is apparently DJ and he's their in. The only rules are no weapons. 

In the parking lot they all get put and Rue notices other cars with clusters of people around them. She shakes her lap free of cigarette ash and cat hair. The cat now named sparkle is being in the trunk with a makeshift bed, a small can of tuna Bones just had and an old bottle lid filled with water. Rue leans down and ties the mismatched dollar store laces on her chucks. They had hot dogs on them which was kind of cute. A tire squeals close by of a car obviously moving way too fast and drunk singing out a window speeds past them. Idiots. Everyone else was finishing a shared bottle or blunt. Leaning against the side of the trunk she feels Sol rest against her arm warming it up.

Rue can hear a steady thump and beat coming from the brick building. It makes her head move which means the music might not be her thing but it'll be tolerable. Graham even said there's another section with actual seats that has a more contained dance floor with pop and hip-hop. Just in case she got overwhelmed by the rave scene and the lights. She doubles over as she laughs at Angel's jokes. 

Kid was fucking hilarious, she stands up wiping her eyes and freezes looking in front of her.