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deanscherrypie69 · 3 months

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You left without saying goodbye |DW.|

♡Dean Winchester X Female Reader♡

♡Warnings: Mentions of Y/n picking up an alcohol addiction, no use of Y/n. (Maybe like twice) Langue and mentions of blood. 18+ pls minors DNI!!!!!♡ please do not post my fics anywhere else expect tumblr, you have been warned! Also most of this was written on my phone 😭

♡Feedback is appreciated! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!!!♡

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Dividers by: @cafekitsune !!!

A/N thank yall sm for the love and support on the first part of the fic! It means the world to me!!! And as yall requested. Part two! Pls don’t hate me it’s a long one so buckle up✋🏽🥲

Also Happy bday to Jensen!!! Love you v much!!🤠🤎

♡Part one♡

It had been three moths since that night with Dean, it had played over and over again in your mind when you went to sleep every night.

You swore you could feel his lips on yours, or the sounds he made when he was moving in and out of your body.

You hated it so much, you hated him. With his stupid eyes his pink lips you hated him.

But you took all of that rage out on, the monsters you’d hunt. Shooting them stabbing them. Anything you could think of.

You had come back from a bad werewolf hunt with Bobby, one of the wolfs clawed your abdomen trying to save Bobby.

So here you were nursing a bottle of whiskey as the old man stitched you up.

Oh yea and you forgot to mention you kind picked up a drinking habit over the last few months.

“Do you have a deal death with or something?” The old man asks as he threads your skink back together.

“No.” You hiss as he pulls the thread in and out of you.

“You’re not a very good lair.” He says grabbing the scissors to cut the string.

You raise your brow, “you aren’t a very good nurse either.” You say standing up. You grab stomach with a groan as you walk to the kitchen.

Bobby watches you struggle to walk away. He begins to clean the blood off his hands with a towel.

Bobby never bought it up because it was never any of his business. But. He cared about you a lot. You were like his daughter he’d never had have.

That day when he picked you up from the hotel. There was something wrong. You hadn't said anything to him about it since then. It has been three months and Bobby had grown curious.

Bobby takes a sigh and sits in his chair in front of his desk.

“What happened that I had to drive almost three hours out to pick you up from a motel?”

Bobby saw your body stiffen with the questions, he knew he had struck a nerve.

You grown and begin to walk up stairs, not wanting to answer his questions, “Good night Bobby.” You groan.

Bobby rolls his eyes “damn kid.”

This had been the worst sleep of your life by far. You couldn’t sleep you were up all night tossing and turning. You groan as you flick the covers off of your body.

You look over at the time on your alarm clock, it was almost 12 in the afternoon.

You groan and begin to rummage through your pile of clean clothes you had just washed.

“Please tell me you have coffee on and some painkillers.” You groan grabbing your stomach as you walk down the stairs

“I really could use some.” You say rubbing your eyes.

When Bobby didn’t say anything you remove your hands away from your eyes. And when you opened them you did not expect to see someone you haven’t seen in three months.

“Dean?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. You were angry.

You turn to the old man who was sitting across from him, “What the hell is he doing here?” You question, not looking over in Deans' direction.

“He’s here because he got a weird call, someone pretending to be Sam.” He says “just wanted to know if we got the call that’s all.”

You roll your eyes and clench your stomach, you don’t even look his way, he had left you after sharing an intimate moment, he left you vulnerable.

You scoff and walk over to the coffee pot, you poor yourself a cup, Bobby looks between you and Dean.

Dean had his eyes glued to your back, waiting for you to turn around and look at him. But you didn’t. He watched as you grab the painkillers from the top cabinet with a groan.

“I’ll be upstairs.” You mumble.

Bobby nods as he watches you carefully disappear upstairs.

“Are you gonna talk about it?” Bobby questions.

Dean huffs and leans back “nothing to talk about, just came here to see if you got that call that's all.”

Bobby let’s out a chuckle. “You came here to see if she was here.”

Bobby states.

Dean rolls his eyes. “No i didn’t,” Dean argues.

“Bullshit, something happened between you too.” Bobby says looking at the green eyed man.

Dean nods his head “it did but it was a mistake, we both were missing Sam.” Dean rubs a hand down his face.

Bobby cuts Dean off “Does she know that?” Bobby questions. “That girl has had a death wish for three months. I made her stop hunting, I don't know if you noticed, she has a pretty bad injury."

“Whatever you did you need too clear it up.” Bobby says.

Dean stands up from his chair “There’s nothing to clear cause nothing happened, it didn’t mean anything, not to me anyway.” Dean grabs his jacket.

Before Dean reached the front door he saw you at the bottom of the stairs, with your bloodied bandages that you had just switched out with new ones. In your hands

He didn’t miss the way the tears in your eyes welded up. He give you a small smile the exits the house,

“How much did you hear.”

You swallow hard, “Enough” you walk into the kitchen and shove the bandages in the trash. And once again you had disappeared up the stairs.

It has been three days since Dean had come. Bobby wasn't home, he hasn’t been home for a few days he was cleaning up a ghoul hunt in Ohio. You were left alone reading lore books. About monsters.

Your wound on your abdomen, still hurt like hell, you felt like it was keeping you from hunting and you hated it.

You were bought out of your thoughts when there was a frantic knock at the door, you carefully get up from your spot and make your way to the front door.

“Who is it” you say.

“Y/n? It’s Sam open the door.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Thats impossible you’re in hell.”

You hear a loud sigh coming from the door, you watch as the bottom lock jiggles and then the door opens, it opens up enough to see the tall hunter standing in the door way.

“Sam?”

He rolls his eyes and squeezes past you, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell everybody.” He huffs closing the door behind him

“How.” You watch as the tall man makes his way through the house as if he was looking for someone? “Where’s Bobby?”

“Ghoul hunt.” You say watching him,

“Dean? Did he go with Bobby?”

You shake your head ‘no”

“I haven’t talked to him not really, not since-“

Sam nods at your words

“How did you-“ you point

Sam shrugs “I don’t know.” He chuckles. Sam stops and looks at you. “Give me your phone.” He says

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, reaching into your back pocket you fish out your phone, handing it to the tall man.

Sam smiles he clicks the screen a few times.

You sigh and walk past him, into the kitchen.

You listen as Sam mumbles a quick 'bye' into the phone.

Sam walks back to you handing you your phone, "Who'd you call?" You hum tucking your phone back into your pocket.

You had already knew the answer to that question. You didn’t even know why you asked.

Sam reaches beside you and opens the fridge, he reaches in and grabs two beers.

"Dean." He says handing you the bottle.

You don't say anything expect, you pop the top off and throw it into the sink. Sam sighs as he watches you knock back the beer in a few sips.

"Did something happen between you guys, when i called he thought it was you." Sam says.

You set the empty bottle down. "It did, but according to him, it didn't mean anything." You state. You take a shaky breath, "He left me, without saying goodbye Sam. I don't even know where he's been for the last three months."

Sam notices a tear slide down your cheek, "He's been playing house, with Lisa. Seems like when shit hits the fan he keeps going back to her."

"What?" Your voice was shaky. You don't remember anyone in Dean's life named Lisa. But then you rack through your brain.

"The dark-haired lady? With that kid named Ben?"

Sam nods.

You remembered them both, You three were working on a case when Dean had knocked at the door, and she had answered, it was her son's birthday.

"He was in love with her?" You question. Sam nods. "I guess he still is."

You sigh, you wondered if you were Dean's second option.

'I'm going to- take a nap." You say looking down at your watch.

Sam nods and rubs the small of your back,

Walking into the living room, you had grabbed a blanket that was. Draped over the back of an empty chair, you always liked sleeping on the cot Bobby had by the window, it was peaceful hearing the birds chirping, pulling the blanket up you quickly fall asleep.

it had felt like you were sleeping forever but that was until you felt someone shaking you.

Opening your eyes you see Sam, "Hey.” he says, “Bobby called, and told me you needed your bandages switched out."

You yawn and rub your eyes. Sam helps you sit up. You lift up your shirt with a wince.

He grabs the bandages that had been on Bobby's desk.

Sam pulls a chair up.

You had been hardly awake for that long when you heard the side door open. "Hey." Sam says not even looking in that direction, he had been placing the new bandages on you.

You knew who it was, you had been hoping. That he wouldn't had come tonight you didn't want to have to face him.

You watch and he walks in the room where you and Sam where, his eyes glued on you, he had a fresh beer in his hand.

Sam pats your leg motioning you pull down your shirt. "Thanks." You mumble. Sam smiles at you, he walks into the kitchen past Dean to wash his hands.

You pull the blanket back over your body.

Dean watches you stare out the window, it had remined him of that night- before he left.

He sits in the chair that Sam was just in. His beer resting between his legs. "Please go." You sniffle not wanting to look at him.

When Dean didn’t listen you turn to look at him, your breathing was harsh. You were mad.

The anger that you had built up for the past few months was just begging to come out.

“So Lisa huh?”

Dean opens and closes his mouth.

“Did you decide to go be with her before or after you fucked me!” You spat, throwing the blanket off your body you sit on the edge of the bed.

Your chest heaving up and down.

When Dean didn’t say anything you continue. “You left me Dean, you didn’t call you didn’t text, for all I could’ve know you could’ve died. But no you were playing house with some whore.” You spat

Dean licks his lips, “don’t talk about her like that.” He grumbles

You roll your eye, I’ll talk about her however I goddamn please.”

You and Dean stare at each other.

“Was it a mistake Dean?” You question.

Dean blinks a few times. He had forgotten you heard his and Bobby’s conversation.

Dean shakes his head, he had convinced himself it was a mistake the day he left you and went to Lisa.

But he knew deep down it wasn’t. If it was he wouldn’t have been the first one to kiss you.

“No, I thought about you everyday for three months when I left.” Dean was telling the truth weather or jot you decided to believe it or not.

He dreamed about you daily. He could still smell your perfume. He could hear you little moans. When he hit that sweet spot inside of you.

He didn’t know why he left he was scared.

Scared that maybe you would’ve regretted it too.

But it turns out, you were far from thinking that.

You scoff, “Bullshit.” You spat. “I was your second option Dean. You got your fix and left me. I’m nothing to you, and I never will be.”

Tears stream down your face, Wiping your hands doen your face you get up from your spot on the cot. “You Sam and Bobby don’t need me,” you say grabbing your jacket. You reach into on of the draws that Bobby have in the kitchen, it had sets of car keys in it.

You take a random one and walk out the door.

Dean chases after you.

“Y/n stop!” Dean shouts.

You had stopped in your tracks, you turn around to face Dean.

“I’m leaving Dean You can’t stop me.” You say.

You hit the car alarm on the key fob and one of the cars that were sitting in the lot begin to light up. Turning the alarm off you hop into the car.

Dean watches as you pull away in the car.

Something in the back of Dean’s mind told him to stop you. He wanted just to talk it over with you maybe. Just maybe it could have a different outcome.

It was just one big misunderstanding.

He watches as you pull out of the driveway.

Your car begins to move slowly. It was like you wanted to come back. But you kept driving.

Until. Another car coming from the opposite direction, came speeding down.

You tried to get out of the way but it was too late.

Dean watches as the car rams into yours with full speed.

“Y/n!” Dean shouts as he begins to run.

Dean ran, it felt like forever. When he reached the car you were in he sees your body hunched over. There was blood all over you face it was coming out of your ears and nose.

The wound on your stomach was open, there was so much blood, Dean had seen nothing like it.

This was not happening hew knew he should’ve stopped you. He should’ve stopped you.

He scoops your body up in his arms. He looks down at your face, your eyes begin to flutter open.

“I’m sorry-“ was all you say before it all went black.

“I’m gonna get you help sweetheart, you ain’t leaving me.” Dean says putting you in the back of the impala.

But Dean sees your eyes closed.

He was not going to let you die, not in his watch.

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Thank you for all of the support!! Love you all!!!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Once Upon a Time 10

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A message pops up on your Instagram. You open it with dread, a blank profile with some generic photo of a bookshelf. You already know it's him.

‘Your aunt is very nice.’

You nearly drop your phone as you glance over at Jo. She sits with a cross stitch as she watches a rerun of Cold Case. You shudder and look back down at the screen.

‘Why r u doing this?’

You hit the arrow as your sweaty hands stick to the silicon case.

‘Why am I being nice?’ He replies.

You can't. You stand up with your phone and your Aunt Jo peeks over with an arched brow. You give an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I'll be right back.”

You cross the room and pass the kitchen doorway. You lock yourself in the bathroom and look at your phone. You see three dots then they disappear.

‘You followed me.’

He sends a rolling eye emoji. You nearly scream. What the hell? He's rolling his eyes at what? Stalking you?

‘More than once.’

He sends a laughing emoji with tears. You huff. He's so confusing. Then a photo pops up, buffering before finally loading.

It's Chelsea, well, the top of her head and she's…

You want to puke. You can't believe he'd send you that. Does she know he took that? Even if she's a bitch, you feel bad.

‘Looks like I'm all taken care of.’ He texts.

‘Looks like you are.’

You turn your phone to do not disturb and lock it. He's disgusting. You don't even get what he wants from you. If he has Chelsea doing all that, why the heck is he texting you?

You take your phone to the spare room, what was once your room, and leave it there. You don’t want to be bothered by him, even if you can’t shake the uneasiness stirring your nerves. You go back to the living room and sit down on the couch. You stare unseeingly at the television as the syndicated legal series drones on.

“What was that, honey?” Jo asks, poking her needle up then pulling it through.

“Work,” you lie, “um, they keep moving around the schedule or whatever. It’s... frustrating.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” she tug the thread to its limit, “you’re stressed. Maybe you should take a day off.”

“Maybe,” you rub your forehead, “or get a different job.”

“Could do,” she shrugs, “you know I’ll support whatever you do.”

“Yeah,” you drop your hands into your lap and look at her, “I know.”

You turn back to screen and try to hide your despair. Should you try to tell her about Andy? The thought’s crossed your mind a dozen times over. Your Aunt Jo is fierce and loving, she might just believe you but it’s not her holding you back. It’s him. He’s dangerous and he hasn’t yet shown you how dangerous.

It’s better she doesn’t know. Not right now. You’ll have to deal with Andy. Just not tonight.

📖

You grumble around the last mouthful of coffee. Another day, another shift. While Jo’s suggestion was tempting, you really can’t give up the hours. Nonetheless, you haven’t sat on your hands. Several applications were forward late into the night as sleep eluded you. Now you can barely hold your head up.

It shouldn’t be very busy at opening. You can survive on an instant coffee packet from the breakroom. You yawn and grab your coat and bag. The snow puffs up around your boots as you step outside, shivering as you tuck your scarf into the top of your jacket. You pull your hood up against the frigid wind and tamp down the fresh powder as you come down the walk.

As you get to the sidewalk, you stop and look both ways. Before you can cross and head for the bus stop, a horn honks, jarring you. You step back as a familiar car rolls up. You cross your arms, heart racing, and peek back over your shoulder at the safe hold of your aunt’s house.

“Buses are behind,” Andy calls through the window as it slides down, “you’ll be late...”

“I’m fine,” you sidestep to walk around the rear bumper and he shifts into reverse, blocking your escape.

“I know your aunt didn’t teach you to be so ungrateful--”

“Don’t talk about my aunt,” you snap as you turn back the other way and he rolls forward. You stop short and stomp your foot, “why are you doing this? Why are you bugging me? Chelsea--”

“I don’t want Chelsea, she’s a slut. She’s easy. She gets the job done,” he sneers.

You shake your head and blow out a cloud of warmth into the crisp air, “I’m sure there are other--”

“You,” he says tersely, “that’s it. No one else.”

You close your eyes and shudder, “I... I’m not interested... like that, Andy. I just was being friendly because it’s my job. Can’t you understand?”

“I don’t understand,” he snarls, “I’m a lawyer, I’m good-looking, I take good care of myself and I could do the same for you. You wouldn’t have to work in some shitty bookstore.”

You flutter your lashes and shake your head, “I...”

“What? Why don’t you want me?” He leans over the seat further, glaring at you.

“How old are you?” You blurt out, immediately sealing your lips in regret.

He scoffs, “and how old are you? Bit over the hill to be in retail, huh? I know you’re not some college kid getting a few extra bucks. You’re a grown woman, your life is a mess. You need someone like me.”

You huff, “I need you to leave me alone.”

He clucks and sits up. The car idles in front of you as he sits silently. He grips the real and clears his throat, “I’ll be seeing you for dinner. Aunt Jo sure is sweet, maybe you could learn a thing or two from her.”

The window rolls up before you can spit back a retort. The mention of your aunt flares in your chest. How dare he. You know it’s more than a snipe at you, he’s not saying her name for nothing. It’s a threat.

He steers away down the snowy road, the snow packing beneath the weight of the car. You watch his headlights stop at the corner before you kick through the snow. Fuck.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #once upon a time #defending jacob #au #bookstore au #series

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sgiandubh · 2 months

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Out of the OL bubble

Sidenote: this post owes everything to the incredible sleuthing skills of an already longtime trusted friend, who wishes to remain discreet. All credit goes entirely to her - this is such an idiotic topic, yet the Ur Troll insists.

I answered one of you in the comment threads yesterday, that once you get the hell out of the OL bubble, things begin to make sense. Why? Well, because of distance and context, I suppose. And also because this always was the dirty little secret of our Dedicated Manipulative Trolls: to make you believe in a terribly poor narrative, fit for a linear world. A world without compromise, drama, secrets and lies. Collective lack of time, perspective and/or Internet research skills did the rest and gave birth to this monster: the OL Fandom.

We are now told and are supposed to believe that because Scottish Xena apparently chose on purpose (with this and only this, I could agree, but for opposite reasons) to show us she trains in a Cumbernauld gym, that means... well, you know the rest and it involves The Magic Golden Dirk. That troll was never exactly subtle, was she, bless her heart?

That mother and entrepreneur has a life of her own and an entourage of her own and business collaborations of her own and her own agenda. Some of it is shown on her Instagram account, most of it can be speculated. Connecting dots just for the sake of it is neither productive, nor remotely interesting.

Let's see, for example, how she reacts to a very insistent fellow German athlete, whom she is going to meet at the Hyrox Cologne event (13-14th of April, during the Landcon week-end):

😬😱

What is Flamingos Club? Nope, not an ikebana society, no:

Tee-hee.

They were there before, in good company, last year, when they actually first met (rings a bell?):

(April 2023, ok? I am still waiting for my own DeLorean)

Who is this guy?

Fellow athlete, HYROX Ambassador (something I bet the farm she wants to achieve) and a contestant in this year's German reality show First Dates Hotel, on VOX (https://www.vox.de/cms/sendungen/first-dates-hotel.html):

The concept is simple: a renowned German chef, Roland Trettl (no idea!) now takes his blind date cooking show to the next level, with singles from all over the country parked into a Spanish dream holiday resort (Mallorca), shake, stir and see whatever happens. The classical Endemol recipe, now produced by Twenty Twenty. It also has an UK version, running on Channel 4 (coincidence? I doubt that very much, thank you!).

On set, Max's 'love interest' is a certain Linda. He recently wrote her ' a sweet love letter', taking the good advice of his namesake cast friend Max-the-Bartender:

(I swear to God, I feel like I am prostituting my 🧠, right now).

There is obviously nothing to see, here (or is it, such as two wannabes desperately wanting limelight?). She leads the typical no strings attached life of a single mom and he is still looking for a real job:

Since VOX does not give his full name, neither will I. It took five minutes to find him, with a bit of luck.

Why on Earth would one connect that woman to S, rather than to this nice, ambitious Bavarian?

I know why. It's almost too damn easy.

Two words: Channel 4. Truman Show. Ginger and Fred (oops, these are Our Couple).

Is it anything we haven't seen before?

Nope. We've seen way worse. But gone are the Days of Flukenzie Floozy.

[Edited] - there is no need to further expose our people.

#fandom #shitshow

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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social media shy

f!potterer!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: swearing

(sidenote: qhuggyhes is quinn's private account - only mentioned once)

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ynofficial: holy mac'n' cheeseballs i'm gonna be in vogue

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fan1: *takes deep breath* I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

fan2: no more gatekeeping, only girlbossing

fan3: we must gatekeep her from the stinky men though

fan4: you're so beautiful

fan5: i actually can't wait

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ynofficial: can someone get me a cat? i'm in desperate need of a housemate that purrs when cuddled. a cat would also keep me company in this big apartment

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fan6: my grandma's cat just had kittens and she's in vancouver if you're interested?

ynofficial: ooh yes please!

fan7: what's wrong with your current housemate?

ynofficial: he smiles and falls asleep on me and leaves vancouver for work often :/

fan8: what's wrong with a smile?

ynofficial: it makes me like him even more that's what's wrong

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qhuggyhes: please don't play the guilt card i WILL fold

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fan9: repping lana as we should

ynofficial: the one and only

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ynofficial: meet harley!! she's so adorable i just want to cry...also she's an incredibly annoying bedmate at times (but she's cute so i'll let her off)

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fan10: you're a crazy cat lady now, welcome to the club

ynofficial: i'm honoured

fan11: i'm assuming harley is the cat?

ynofficial: your assumption would be correct yes

trevorzegras: and harley is YOUR cat?

ynofficial: stfu yes

jackhughes: i see what you did there. clever.

ynofficial: idk what you're talking about

fan12: why the sudden influx of nhl players?

fan13: i don't even know who any of them are

ynofficial: neither do i

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ynofficial: i want you to know i take being a cat mother very seriously and that i'm going to start referring to home as HQ for personal reasons

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lhughes_06: HQ being harley and...

ynofficial: you used to my favourite

lhughes_06: what am i now?

ynofficial: on thin ice

fan14: pretty sure luke hughes has a brother called quinn

fan15: yeah he does

fan16: quinn is in the second photo and i think the last?

fan17: wait does hq = harley/quinn????

_quinnhughes has added to their story

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ynofficial: new 'dainty florals' set on the market!

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fan18: are you on the market too?

fan19: LMAO no

fan20: i'm analysing her hands now

fan21: POV you're here bc of that twitter thread

fan22: me

fan23: the moon mug is giving fairy garden and i love it

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_quinnhughes: been busy lately

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fan24: babe we all know *wink wink*

fan25: that's definitely y/n

fan26: quinn rn: sorry i haven't been posting i've been having a lot of sex

fan28: everyone knows

jackhughes: and i'm still patiently waiting

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ynofficial: congrats on your-

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fan29: -record breaking of 263 games to assist 200 times?

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jackhughes: 🐔

ynofficial: bet

fan30: even the fucking cake is canucks themed

lhughes_06: if you don't i will

ynofficial: it's cute you think i'll let myself be blackmailed

fan31: it's impossible for it not to be quinn at this point

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_quinnhughes: i was told to say 'alexa play cornelia street' as a caption

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bradytkachuk: you're so whipped

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fan32: this is literally the same place y/n posted in her last post

jackhughes: TAG HER

fan33: jack losing his patience is all of us rn

_quinnhughes went live 3 minutes ago!

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jackhughes: because these two IDIOTS are refusing to actually do anything about it, i'm taking the matter into my own hands for my and your mental health. this is ynofficial and _quinnhughes and they are 100% dating and 1000% in love to the point where it actually melts me. thank you and good night

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lhughes_06: i didn't think you'd ACTUALLY do it

jackhughes: do not underestimate me

_quinnhughes: and then you wonder why luke is y/n's favourite

fan34: WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!

liked by jackhughes

ynofficial: i hate you

jackhughes: you wish you did 😘😘

fan35: i love how y/n and quinn are so private that the only way their relationship would ever get exposed is if someone did it for them

fan36: fr they fit each other so well

fan37: THEY! ARE! PARENTS!

fan38: omg y/n has a harley and a quinn in her life

fan39: HQ makes sense now

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl social media au #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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morganwrites12672 · 1 year

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Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This is what won the poll!

Summary: Tony finds out Peter has been sneaking in and out of your room.

Warnings/Tags: kissing, fluffy, fluff, minor angst, barely even angst, dad! tony x reader, Peter Parker x reader (romantically), established relationship,

Rating: PG-13

Peter snuggles into your chest. He took every opportunity he could to sneak up to your room. Anytime Tony would get suddenly busy, or need to do something solo, Peter snuck off.

This was what led to your current predicament. Not that you were complaining, you loved it when Peter had a second to spare.

Peter wouldn't have to sneak around...bjt your dad has a very strict 'no dating heros' policy. It made sense, he always used the amount of times he has missed dates with your mom or out her in danger as an excuse.

But, you didn't care. You couldn't help that you fell in love with Peter. And Peter couldn't help the fact that he fell in love with you. Or that he was spiderman. It just happened.

You ignore the thoughts of what would happen if your dad found out and focus on peters soft snores. He finally fell asleep.

You thread your fingers through his brown curls as he sleeps. He was adorable every day, but even cuter when he sleeps.

He lets out a quiet groan as he snuggles even deeper into your warmth. God, he was so fucking cute.

You close your eyes and allow sleep to overtake you. You could forget about your dad long enough to enjoy a nice nap with your lover.

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"What did I say?" Your dad lectures. You had been asleep for, maybe five minutes, and your dad walks in. That led to you and Peter being drug to his office.

Your dad grips the edge of his desk and groans. He was pissed. He had one rule, one simple rule, and you both broke it.

"I'm sorry," you say. Your dad rolls his eyes, he knows that's complete bullshit.

You weren't sorry that you were dating Peter. You were only sorry that you and Peter had gotten caught.

"Why? Why couldn't you listen to me. Just this once," your dad lectures. "This isn't going to end well," he points between you and Peter. And then he lingers on your hands that are clasped together.

"It wi-" Peter begins to say. He is promptly cut off by your dad.

"It wont. What happens when you miss your kids birthday party because Spider-Man is needed?" Tony asks "You know how many times I have let down Yn or pepper? All because of ironman," he reminds.

You think about all of the times something had happened and your dad had to leave. It hurt. You didn't even want to think about doing that to another person. Not knowing if their dad was going to come home alive.

"What's your solution?" Tony asks.

"I'm not going to be spiderman forever. I'll retire the suit before we have kids," Peter suggests.

"Not every superhero is like you dad. Not every one of them is going to never retire," you point out.

"You." Tony says, the words are stuck in his throat, ",have my blessing," he grumbles. He couldn't keep you to apart and he knew it. you had Stark blood, being stubborn was a second nature

You and Peter smile before thanking your dad.

You could be together.

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iraprince · 3 months

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do u have any advice for those that want to run a quest?

it feels a LEETLE silly answering this when all my own are currently on hiatus bc i got busy (SORRY TO CALLIST0 READERS LOL) BUT!!! yes i do. i have only ever run quests/interactive comics on the site questden, so i guess as a baseline this will kind of all be geared towards that, but i think most of this should translate to any hosting situation

you have to be cool with your plots branching and mutating in unexpected ways, and you have to be willing to play ball with your readers. quests are a collaboration between the author and the audience. it often feels a lot like gming a tabletop campaign (and that's the origin!! questden, specifically, was originally an offshoot of /tg/.) -- we've all had or heard about bad GMs who view their position as that of a narrative dictator who exists to punish and prod a captive group of players thru their own personal novel, but a good GM is interested in telling stories as a group. u have final say and have to stay true to the important stuff abt ur story, but if u get mad or frustrated when ur readers want to explore something "off topic" or aren't following the threads of ur narrative the way u expected them to, u don't actually want to run a quest, u just want to make a webcomic w mandatory comments. (the flip side of this is: consider if the story u want to make is the right one for an interactive quest. if it is REALLY important to u that the plot beats of a story go a certain way, maybe save it for a medium where u have more control!)

keep it loose and fast. the art does not matter. i am rly guilty of not following this one, but i still think it's really important! one of the things i like best about quests is the barrier to entry is very low and you SHOULD be able to start and maintain one very quickly. if i were better at keeping my art scrabbly and sketchy and loose, my stuff would not go on hiatus as often as it does. draw fast! it's NICE if the art is gorgeous to look at and definitely will draw readers, but it's way better if the art is simple enough that you can update frequently and without much stress. the quality of ur writing + character building, and whether u are telling a story that's engaging and that ur readers feel meaningfully involved in, is 100000x more important than the art.

on the more nitty gritty side: try to have a hook in each update. one of the most common reasons suggestions die off is readers being unsure of what they're supposed to do next. sure, too much spoonfeeding could end up feeling like railroading, and you don't have to end every single update by getting right in their faces and yelling "WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT??", but when you finish an update try to take a second to put yourself in a reader's shoes and see if there's an obvious next step. is there a course of action to decide on/debate, are there clear questions they can ask an npc, etc -- i can't think of a great way to describe it, but you want to avoid ending an update on a note where the player character and readers are basically sitting there looking at each other like "um... okay. that's that, then." some ppl even just end all their updates w multiple choice options, which is a super simple way to keep things moving if it fits the style of what ur doing. if you don't want it to be that overt but you still can't think of a way for there to be a clear hook, you can at least try to leave a little nudge in the narration that invites the readers to try to tie whatever they've just done/learned back into the pc's main goals/motivations or current tasks. (on this subject, VERY useful for your main character to have a very specific goal or end destination that everyone is on the same page abt. it's harder for your plot to lose momentum if you can always point at what your readers are supposed to be moving toward!)

finally: KEEP UPDATING EVEN IF YOU GET VERY FEW/NO SUGGESTIONS. it's a niche genre. questden is a small website. it's hard to get people to read something new, especially if it's in a new and unfamiliar format (and especially especially when it's on a website that looks like a chanboard lmao). picking up readers takes a long time, and a lot of people lurk without suggesting (ESPECIALLY if it's a difficult/plot-important decision, and also especially in the opposite, if it's a very obvious next step and someone else has already commented what most ppl would say). it's very tempting to want to wait for more suggestions bc u "only" have one or two, and then that wait becomes stagnation, and then you're frustrated and u end up dropping the quest bc "nobody cares." instead u just have to push thru!!!! u only have two suggestions and u wish u had more? maybe next update u'll get more. u have NO suggestions and u feel like that means ur quest is dead in the water? NOPE! the solution is to update again, bc maybe ppl with latch on more and have something to say in the next scene. the more u update ur quest, the more u'll be able to talk abt it (and maybe get more readers), and specifically in the case of questden the more ur thread will be bumped to the front page. think abt how many times you've seen ppl talking abt a webcomic or a book and thought "i need to check that out eventually...." but it takes months for you to actually do it. 99.9999% of the time, ppl need to see something MULTIPLE TIMES before they check it out!! most readers do not come from clicking something the very first time they see it!! i know it can feel lonely and discouraging, but u owe it to ur art and the stories u want to tell to keep trying, even if engagement is very low at first, otherwise you're killing it before it's even had a chance. like, get shameless about it. ask your buddies to comment on your quest. but give that horse a few really good whacks before you decide it's dead!! i think that's my main thoughts. if you have any more specific questions i'm happy to help if i can! but also i think you'll learn the most by just jumping in and fucking around. quests are easy to pick up and easy to drop, and imo do really well as a playground where u test different ways to draw and tell stories, so might as well just get messy.

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kckt88 · 5 months

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Take My Breath Away XII.

Summary:

Vaeryna and Aemond seek to reconcile with one another.

Warning(s): Kissing, Smut - Fingering, Rough P in V Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Awkwardness.

Word Count: 3366

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @ammo23, @immyowndefender,

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

“Seems like a life ago since we had any time alone” said Cregan.

“I know” replied Vaeryna.

“Is everything ok with your husband, things between you seem a little strained?”

“Because they are” muttered Vaeryna sadly as she walked arm in arm around the gardens with the Warden of the North.

“The business with Aegon?” asked Cregan.

“Aemond didn’t take the news very well” said Vaeryna quietly.

“He hasn’t hurt you, has he?” demanded Cregan.

“No, we’ve taken to avoiding one another-“

“-You’re upset by this” replied Cregan softly.

“Yes” mumbled Vaeryna her lips wobbling slightly.

“Look, I might not like the man, but surely the best thing for the two of you is to talk and sort this out. You have children; you cannot avoid one another forever”.

“There was me thinking you would want me to avoid Aemond” replied Vaeryna.

“Once upon a time, I may have welcomed the discord in your marriage and mayhaps I would have tried my hand, but I see the way he looks at you and I see it in your eyes now. You love him very much, stop being stubborn and go talk to him” said Cregan.

“I will once we’ve finished our walk”.

Cregan let out a heavy sigh but continued on his walk with Vaeryna, they chatted about Aegon and his time in the North and Cregan expressed a desire to keep in contact with the boy he’d essentially raised as his son for almost seventeen years.

Whilst Cregan was saddened at the thought of not seeing Aegon every day, he was also happy that Aegon was finally back home where he belonged.

They also chatted about Vaeryna’s children and in quiet reflection they talked about Jacaerys.

Remembering the good times, and Vaeryna smiled as Cregan told her of Jace’s time at Winterfell.

“Wherever he is; do you think he’s ok with the choices I’ve made?” asked Vaeryna.

“Knowing Jace, I think he would probably sulk for a bit, then he would understand”.

“I think your right” replied Vaeryna smiling sadly as she spotted her brother sitting under the weirwood tree with Daenerys as they talked, under the watchful gaze of Ser Colton and another member of the Kings Guard.

“The past has seen a lot of loss, let us look to the future and see it grow” said Cregan as he pressed a gentle kiss to Vaeryna’s head.

It was a few hours until the feast and Vaeryna was pacing outside Aemond’s chamber’s.

She knew they needed to talk and sort things out, but they’d left things festering for a month and Vaeryna didn’t even know if Aemond wanted to sort things out with her.

“Don’t be a coward” whispered Vaeryna as she reached up and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes the door swung open and Aemond stood there with a surprised look on his face as he caught sight of his wife, fiddling nervously with a stray thread on her skirts.

“Vaeryna” said Aemond.

“M-May I come in?” asked Vaeryna quietly.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he stepped to the side and allowed Vaeryna to enter.

As she door shut with a soft click, Vaeryna stood awkwardly in front of Aemond, each of them waiting for the other to speak first.

“I want to apologize for lying” said Vaeryna quietly.

“Hm”

“I’m sorry for being dishonest, but I won’t apologize for protecting my brother. I was desperate and I just wanted to keep him safe” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“-And that makes it ok, does it?” asked Aemond.

“What would you do, if it was Helaena, Aegon or even Daeron? You would do everything in your power to see them safe, so don’t look down your nose at me”.

“You call this an apology?” quipped Aemond cocking his head to the side.

“Oh, do you know what stuff it where the sun doesn’t shine, I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Cregan” snapped Vaeryna.

“What does the Warden have to do with any of this?”.

“He told me to stop being stubborn, and that we should try talk things through, but obviously you don’t care and now I feel like a total idiot” said Vaeryna as she turned on her heel and walked back towards the door.

“Vaeryna. Wait” said Aemond desperately.

“Why should I?” asked Vaeryna as she turned back to face Aemond.

“I cannot accept your apology”.

“S-So that’s it then? You won’t even try to figure this out” said Vaeryna as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“Vaeryna”.

“It’s ok, I understand. This is my fault. I shall not trouble you again. Please just know that I love you and-“ stuttered Vaeryna as Aemond suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Vaeryna ripped herself away from Aemond. Staring at him as she put a hand to her mouth.

The uncertainty and upset swirling in the pit of her stomach was now morphing into something else. The dormant fire of their relationship was roaring to life once more. Coursing through her body.

One kiss, that was all it took. She needed more. She needed him.

Suddenly Vaeryna wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck and drew him in back in.

Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.

It had been so long since they’d shared any form of intimacy.

Aemond backed Vaeryna towards the bed, his hands tearing off her dress until it was a ragged mess on the floor.

It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.

Aemond took a brief minute to yank off his tunic and shirt before he shoved Vaeryna on the bed, her back colliding with the mattress with a soft thump.

His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Vaeryna moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Aemond pulled away to unfasten his breeches and push them down, his hard cock slapped upwards against his abdomen.

Vaeryna lay back on the bed, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Aemond ran his hand up and down the length of himself, eyeing his wife with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she instinctively parted her legs for him.

As Aemond guided himself to her entrance, Vaeryna barely had a moment to adjust before he pressed his cock forcefully inside and stretched her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” moans Aemond, wrapping a hand around her throat while the other digs into her hip, pulling her aggressively against him to meet each one of his hard thrusts.

Vaeryna can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips relentlessly crashing into hers.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screamed Vaeryna.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond.

As Aemond’s hips begins to falter in their movements, he snakes a hand between their joined bodies, his long fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to bloom in her stomach.

Aemond presses down more firmly, making faster movements against her bud making her shudder, as a sudden warmth crashes over her in waves making her cry out, her cunny tightening around him.

“AEMOND!!” screams Vaeryna as her hands claw at his back.

“Fuck!! baby, that’s it come all over my cock!” growls Aemond as he moves to grab the headboard, bracing himself as he continues to pound his hips against hers.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaeryna.

“I’m never going without your sweet cunny again” groaned Aemond, his fingers digging into the wood of the headboard.

The sound of their coupling was so loud, that no doubt everyone in the Red Keep could hear them as they brought each other pleasure.

“P-Please Aemond. Fill me up. I want it. I want you” whined Vaeryna.

With a loud animalistic groan, Aemond stills, leaning over his wife, his cock pulsating as he spills his seed deep inside her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” asked Aemond quietly as he observed the reddened marks that littered his wife’s pale skin.

“No” whispered Vaeryna, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y-Your crying” muttered Aemond.

“I-I’m not crying because I’m hurt. I-I’m sorry for not being honest with you and for letting things get so bad between us that we spent a month apart” whispered Vaeryna as she pressed her face into Aemond’s side.

“When I said that I couldn’t accept your apology, it was because you don’t owe me one-well for lying yes but not for protecting your brother” replied Aemond.

“I’m sorry Issa zaldrīzes” whispered Vaeryna (My dragon).

“Avy jorrāelan ābrazȳrys” replied Aemond as he began pressing kisses onto Vaeryna’s neck (I love you wife).

“I don’t want to fight anymore”.

“Me either, no secrets though and no more lies” urged Aemond.

“I have no more secrets anyway-oh except one but I’m not sure you want to hear about that”.

“Tell me” retorted Aemond.

“Well, it’s about your brother-are you sure you want me too tell you”.

“Yes tell me. What about him?” asked Aemond.

“H-He once told me that he’s curious about you”.

“Curious?” muttered Aemond furrowing his brow.

“You do know that he’s had sexual encounters with men before”.

“I do not listen to the sordid details of my brothers past indulgences-wait when you say he’s curious about me, you don’t mean-“

“-Yes, I do believe that he had a curiosity over you bedding him” said Vaeryna trying to stifle a smile at the look on Aemond’s face.

“Your right, I should not have heard that” exclaimed Aemond.

“Oh, come on, aren’t you a little intrigued. I mean it could be fun” suggested Vaeryna.

“No, not in a million years would I, he’s my brother-“

“-And I’m your niece, Targaryen customs and all that” said Vaeryna.

“Don’t tell me you’ve thought about it”.

“Might have done, once or twice but it was a long time ago” said Vaeryna softly.

“Am I not enough to satisfy my wife that she would like to have my brother as well?” asked Aemond as he ran his tongue over one of Vaeryna’s rosy nipples.

“N-No. I want you. Only you” moaned Vaeryna as Aemond reached down and ran his fingers through her slick wet folds.

Vaeryna pushed herself against Aemond’s hand as he swirled a digit around her swollen bud, reigniting the spark of pleasure inside her.

“Look at your needy little cunny. Do you need daddy to help you?” asked Aemond.

Vaeryna nodded as she thrust her hips against his hand as he added another finger, beginning to move them inside of her.

“Use your words ābrazȳrys” muttered Aemond (Wife).

“Please valzȳrys” moaned Vaeryna (Husband).

“Please what, Issa prūmia” said Aemond smirking (My Heart).

Vaeryna whined, shutting her eyes as the heat flooded her face.

“Come on. Use your words or you won’t get what you want” teased Aemond.

“Please, daddy. I need you. P-please fuck me” gasped Vaeryna.

Aemond smiled triumphantly, as he kissed the lingering tear that was running down her cheek.

Vaeryna whined when Aemond removed his fingers.

“Shh. Daddy’s going to give you just what you need, I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t ever think of anyone else but me again” whispered Aemond.

Aemond slipped into Vaeryna immediately, given how wet she was. He sighed into the crook of Vaeryna’s neck, as her legs immediately wrapped around him as he began to fuck into her.

Vaeryna moaned and cried beneath Aemond, his pelvis rubbing against her swollen bud with each deep and rough thrust he gave.

“You going to peak already? I can feel you clenching around me” huffed Aemond, watching his length disappear into his wife’s wet folds.

“Please” wailed Vaeryna, her hands gripping the sheets.

Aemond took pity and slid a hand down to Vaeryna’s pearl, rolling it in time with his thrusts,

“Come on then. I want to feel you cum on my cock”

It took five deep thrusts before Vaeryna screwed her eyes shut, as she peaked with an earth-shattering moan.

Aemond carried on fucking her through it, until Vaeryna was a sobbing mess beneath him.

“Give me another. I want another” grunted Aemond, pressing his fingers against his wife again harder.

Vaeryna tried to move away but it was no use as Aemond ripped yet another peak from her.

“Fuck” groaned Aemond through his teeth, hand releasing his wife’s bud out of mercy as he gripped her hips tightly in both hands, fucking into her harder and faster than before, her body moving up the bed by the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Going fill your sweet cunny” moaned Aemond.

Vaeryna nodded weakly as Aemond continued to thrust his length into her.

“You want me to fill up this pretty cunny with my seed? You want me to put another child in you?”

Vaeryna nodded her head again, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as Aemond continued to rut into her.

“Going to fill up my wife. Fuck. I can’t wait to see you round with my child again”.

Vaeryna’s brain went blank as ecstasy shot through it, scrambling any thought that she had.

Vaeryna heard Aemond’s loud groan as he came deep within her, his warmth filling her.

Then nothing as darkness embraced her.

It took a while for Vaeryna come back to herself, snuggled in Aemond’s arms.

Vaeryna shifted to look up at her husband, watching as his eye opened to look down at her.

“So good you blacked out?” asked Aemond softly, watching as his wife smiled at him, nuzzling into his bare chest.

“I don’t think I can move” gasped Vaeryna.

“Lucky for you we’ve got a few hours until the feast, so rest my sweet wife and once you awaken, I shall have you again” replied Aemond.

To say the feast was a little awkward was an understatement.

Vaeryna and Aemonds very amorous reconciliation was indeed heard by a number of maids and servants and soon the Red Keep was a buzz with the gossip about Prince Aemond’s virility and his prowess in bed.

Aegon of course raised his cup in celebration and the children didn’t know where to look.

Cregan had attempted to remain blissfully unaware but that backfired when some serving maids began giggling as they set eyes on Aemond, who had slumped so for down in his seat that he was practically on the floor.

“So, brother, did you enjoy your tour of the Red Keep earlier?” asked Vaeryna.

“Yes, I did although we had to cut the tour short due to-never mind” replied Aegon as Aemond glared at him.

“Honestly you lot, I really don’t see the issue” exclaimed Vaeryna as she took a sip of wine.

“I don’t wish to hear the maids gossiping about you and my father-“ muttered Rhaegar.

“-What? Engaging in the activities of man and wife?” asked Vaeryna.

“It is unseemly” said Rhaegar furrowing his brow.

“I’ll remember that next time I walk in on you and Jaehaera” replied Vaeryna.

“But that’s not the same thing-mother stop smiling” whined Rhaegar.

“Oh, my love” whispered Jaehaera as she patted her husband gently on the shoulder.

“What can I say your father made me very happy today”.

“Gods, Vaeryna are you trying to kill me off” laughed Aegon as he spat his drink all over the table.

“Uncle that’s gross” said Jaehaeryn.

“Mother why is father blushing?” asked Vharla.

“N-No reason” urged Aemond.

“So, it has been a pleasure meeting your children, they truly are a credit to you both” said Cregan politely.

“Certainly, was a pleasure making them” whispered Aegon.

“You are the King; you are supposed to maintain etiquette and decorum” said Aemond.

“Since when have I ever done that” laughed Aegon.

“Lord Stark” said Aerys.

“Yes, My Prince?”

“Does Winterfell have direwolves?” asked Aerys curiously.

“Unfortunately, not My Prince they have not been seen sighted south of the wall in many years, although the men of the nights watch can hear them beyond the wall in the land of always winter” replied Cregan.

“I read a book in the library that says they can grow larger than ponies,” said Aerys.

“I’ve heard that too”.

“I wish I could see one, I have a dragon, his name is Karnax, but mother says dragons cannot fly beyond the wall, good Queen Alysanne tried and Silverwing refused her” said Aerys.

“I’m not to knowledgeable about the dragons My Prince, but if a dragon will not pass beyond the wall the mayhaps there is a reason for that” suggested Cregan.

“My dragons called Swiftwind because she’s the fastest dragon in the sky” said Saeryna.

“I think you’ll find that Terrax is the fastest” said Jaehaeryn.

“Nah uh-it’s Sapphyre” argued Vharla.

“What of Dreamfyre, Silverwing or even Morghul?” asked Daenerys.

“No, not fast enough”

“What cheek” muttered Rhaegar as Jaehaera frowned.

“Aurora” said Caelee in a sing song voice.

“Stupid name for a dragon” muttered Jaehaeryn.

“Your face is stupid, don’t say that about our sister’s dragon” snapped Aerys.

“Mother, Aerys said I was stupid” whined Jaehaeryn.

“Come on children that’s enough, we have company” replied Vaeryna.

“Well tell him then, he said I was stupid-“ retorted Jaehaeryn.

“-No, I said your face was stupid, there’s a difference” quipped Aerys.

“All of you cease this infernal arguing” ordered Aemond banging his fist on the table.

Immediately all conversation at the table ceased, as Aemond’s anger radiated round the room, all the children bowed their heads respectfully.

“Now, I will have no more talk of who’s dragon is the fastest, because its Vhagar-“

“-That mouldy old rock couldn’t catch a cold“ said Jaehaeryn.

“You dare insult the last living remnant of Aegon’s conquest?” asked Aemond.

“Well, I just meant that she’s old and she can’t fly as fast as she used too-sorry father I didn’t mean to insult Vhagar” mumbled Jaehaeryn grimacing under the glare of his father.

“Hm” said Aemond.

“As if you dared to insult Vhagar, bad move brother” whispered Daenerys.

“Do you have a dragon Uncle Egg?” asked Saeryna.

“I well-I used to he was called Stormcloud” replied Aegon quietly as he pushed the remainder of his food round his plate.

“What happened to him?”.

“H-He died saving my life” said Aegon sadly.

“Oh, I’m sorry uncle, he was very brave to do that” whispered Saeryna as she gently placed her hand over Aegon’s.

“Yes, he was brave”,

“Can you not just claim another dragon?” asked Jaehaeryn.

“I wasn’t aware there were any dragons left to claim” said Aegon.

“There’s Vermithor and Grey Ghost” said Vaeryna.

“I’m not so sure that I would like to claim another dragon”.

“Why not? You’re a Targaryen it is your birth right” said Jaehaeryn.

“I already had my dragon and I lost him, I just don’t know if I deserve another“.

“You will fly again nephew, when the time is right” said Jaehaera smiling.

“I’m not sure that I-“ muttered Aegon.

“-Your dragon will seek you out, the two of you will heal one another’s broken hearts”.

“My wife is very perceptive; you should listen to her” said Rhaegar as he took Jaehaera’s hand and kissed it.

“Oh gross, not you two as well, it’s bad enough that father is all lovestruck over mother”.

“Boy, if you carry on with that mouth of yours, I swear on the seven that you will confined to your chambers and banned from the library for a week” said Aemond firmly.

“Not fair” mumbled Jaehaeryn.

“Excuse me, do you want to repeat that?” challenged Aemond.

“No father” whispered Jaehaeryn.

Aemond conceded and then looked over at his brother who smirked.

“Don’t look at me, you decided to have all these children” said Aegon as he took a very large gulp of wine.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would suggest that he was your son”.

“I can’t sire anymore children brother, nice try though-that boy is your son through and through even down to the scowl” replied Aegon.

“I do not scowl” argued Aemond folding his arms across his chest.

“Yes, you do, you’re doing it now” said Aegon smirking.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond x original female character #hotd fic #prince aemond #aemond #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond one eye #aemond smut #house of the dragon aemond #hotd smut

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chaifootsteps · 4 months

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Viv on Threads:

"I have made many replies all day here regarding basically all of that. I don’t know what joke I made? But the scene is not a joke and no artists kink in any way influenced the show. I don’t know what more I can say at this point."

Also Viv: "the visuals that cum with it"

Also Viv: *Uses almost word for word dialogue from Raph's rape Valangel comic*

Raph: *Posts very concerning cosplay and OF photos of him slowly altering himself to look like Angel Dust and getting off to it in IG comments and posing sexually with a Val cosplayer*

Viv: "He's an SA survivor!"

Raph on Twitter: *Sexually harasses a 15 year old child and leaves Twitter because of it. Also says he is NOT an SA survivor on Twitter*

Viv: *Victim blames the 15 year old child instead of being professional and firing Raph's ass*

Viv on Threads: "Because art they made or make isn't my business to police. As long as it's not illegal I will never shame someone. Do I like all of it? No absolutely not, but they don't influence the show past doing boards that are directed by other people."

Also Viv: *Liked Raph's art and dialogue from the Valangel rape comic so much she personally added it to ep4. Also had Raph himself board it.*

Maury: The results of Ep4 determined that was a lie!

#Anonymous #image reply #vivziepop critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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strawberryraviegutz · 1 month

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I really REALLY hate those kinds of stupid “hot take” posts. I think they’re just garbage to purposely farm more discourse to cause infighting, but I’ve been holding this in for so long and I need to get it out of my system so here it goes.

Alastor fans are allowed to dislike Valentino. Valentino was made to be a dislikable Villain while Alastor BY VIV’S OWN WORDS is a chaotic neutral antihero based off of Dexter with a moral code. Of course people are gonna like Alastor more than Valentino. The antihero/vigilante is a very popular beloved trope. I mean just look at Magneto and Venom.

You guys claim to want more nuanced characters but when we try and tell you that Alastor is more nuanced BASED OFF OF EVIDENCE FROM THE CREATOR and little possible context clues in the show we get accused of “babying/woobifying him”(as if Val fans haven’t done that to Val). This isn’t a hit piece against all Val fans/simps btw. I may hate that moth, but you guys should be allowed like him without receiving hate and or death threats.

It’s not “hypocrisy” to dislike Valentino or the Vees and like Alastor for the reasons I said above and the four of them aren’t comparable. Yeah they share some traits but overall the only thing Alastor and the Vees have in common are the mistreatment of the souls they own. Like I said, Val fans shouldn’t be attacked for liking him but the thing is…if you’re gonna preach those words then do the same for Alastor fans/simps because we get attacked too.

(Again it’s not all Val stans but it sure it a lot of them. I’ve all so seen Val haters do it too.) Yall claim not to harass people over fictional characters yet will go under Alastor posts and or discussion threads and be like “Uhm actually him and Valentino are the same🤓☝️”.

“He’s worse than Val” “Why can’t we just have a good villain” “Just accept that Alastor is a villain stop babying him” when we’re just minding our own business. Not to mention people going under fanart of Angel! Alastor and being like “erm actually he’d never go to heaven🤪”.

Along with yall bullying the hell out of Alastor selfshippers/simps and using tumblr sexyman as an insult(which reaks of internalized misogyny btw because majority of Alastor simps are women + women are always the first to be made fun of when it comes to characters that Classify as tumblr sexymen being found attractive by them or any character you personally wouldn’t find attractive.)

And yall going around and keep calling Alastor ugly under posts about people gushing about him and i don’t mean lighthearted jokes either because i make fun of the back of his head sometimes too. And full blown harassment. When an Alastor fan provided evidence of Alastor being a more nuanced character which were clips from Viv’s streams, people in the comments and qrts were being extremely rude and dismissive. It got so bad that op deleted the og tweet.

Don’t go around and claim to be against cringe culture but then make fun of people for finding Alastor attractive. And for goodness sake STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM A SLAVE OWNER. And yes he owns souls but that doesn’t matter.

Alastor is canonically half black and its overall disgusting to slap the label “slave owner” onto him knowing damn well that he grew up in the Jim Crow era of America in the Deep South of Louisiana. His existence as a mixed black person back then was basically considered an abomination. With how terrible it was for black people back then, Alastor probably bore witness to a lot of messed up shit growing up and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he’s so messed up in the head.

This type of behavior has been going on since the days where we only had the pilot and it’s only gotten worse since the show came out. As soon as I saw that scene with husk and Alastor in hell’s greatest dad I automatically knew what was coming. I’m not saying that Alastor Is a good person nor am I saying that what he did to husk was ok. But to go after/make fun of Alastor fans,purposely denying evidence of his character while in the same breath preach against bullying people over liking certain characters makes YOU the hypocrites. So much for anti-harassment. I’m tired. Bye.

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zhongrin · 5 months

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🎁 ᴢʜᴏɴɢʀɪɴ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ 🫶🏻

ー just a little thing i wanted to make as the year ends 💗

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 💍

① 👑 zhongli 👑 ✼ best husband, best comfort f/o, best everything. my ultimate blorbo 🧡

② al haitham 🌱 & wriothesley 🐾 ✼ he's such a silly guy. i love him so much. ✼ who's a good puppy! who's the goodest boy! yes you areeee~! <3

ⓧ runner up // neuvillette 🦦 ✼ his en voice almost made me simp. almost. damn you ray chase /lh

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🎶

ー✼ the ebg back in february and october! so so so so much chaos fun! both took all the creative juices and sleep i had, but it was all so worth it! i got to connect with more people and interactions were off the charts for the whole week. and coviello... my precious babie <3 i'm pretty sure i'll join another ebg next year given the opportunity.... or perhaps even host one, but with a twist-

ー✼ got matched up T W I C E (well, thrice in total) with mr. i am here's alternate universe selves al haitham. thanks @/ansy-tea / @/kopidense 👍🏻 i shall endeavor to make an effort to discombobulate and fool the silly sprout man in 2024 if there are any other matchup events open lmao

ー✼ teyvatweets! it was so much fun compiling everyone's tweets and coding the website hehe it didn't really blow up or anything due to how 'personal' that project was, but i think about it from time to time. such a fun lil thing!

ー✼ that 1 pity c0 al haitham who came right after ayato.... thanks dad for gracing me with your birthday luck 🙏🏻

ー✼ finally treating myself and indulging in all the selfship commissions. i'm grateful i have the ability to indulge and i'm hoping to do the same next year. and the way everyone just gifted me things for my birthday made me feel so so loved. i couldn't celebrate it with anyone since i wasn't at home, and it was on a weekday meaning my friends were all busy - so it felt like a mini-party... truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much ;w;

ー✼ personally, i'm super happy and kind of proud of getting very comfortable with sharing my art and improving on it! i used to go back and forth whenever i'm trying to post art, but now i'm confident enough to not think too much about it! naturally i have lots to improve and i'm nowhere near 'good' but that's fine with me! i owe it all to yall's support and lovely comments <3

ー✼ all the anon drabbles and charanons!!!! always such a nice sight to wake up to. they're like surprise gifts whenever i open tumblr because i don't have notifications on, and i adore them so much! big big big shoutout to @/floraldresvi, @/crystalflygeo, and @/soleillunne yall are amazing ;w;

ー✼ all the super sweet messages all of you left in my christmas tree.... i'm cradling all the wishes and silliness and messages from my f/os so close to my heart!! ceo!haitham tho. bruh you're still making me work LEAVE ME ALONE- /silly

ー✼ that zhongli birthday celebration series... they're not much, and even with all posts combined they have way less notes than a random vent drabble i dropped in the middle of it lol but i had lots of fun writing, designing, and inserting all the 'golden threads' across the fics nonetheless!! i'll highlight them later so the people who have been following the little series can go 'OH' lol

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 🫂

@ainescribe ❀ @silentmoths ❀ @crystalflygeo ❀ @moraxsthrone ❀ @floraldresvi ❀ @sheepmc ❀ @zhxngii ❀ @localplaguenurse ❀ @mysnowmanandmebaby ❀ @the-travelling-witch ❀ @watatsumiis ❀ @kurikurikurisu ❀ @leftdestiny-posts ❀ @kaeffeinee ❀ @queen-belial ❀ @abyssmal-skies ❀ @dawndelion-winery ❀ @yinyinggie ❀ @silkjade ❀ @dustofthedailylife ❀ @scarasmood

@euniveve ❀ @soleillunne ❀ @faesther ❀ @ansy-tea ❀ @vennnnn-diagram ❀ @navxry ❀ @celestetalkstoomuch ❀ @minhosairfryer ❀ @xeraeus ❀ @pearlywritings ❀ @ryuryuryuyurboat ❀ @mochinon-yah ❀ @asoulsreverie ❀ @xiaosonlybeloved ❀ @mooncreates ❀ @jingyuansbird ❀ @tearskillstardust

i love you all and i'm so so glad to have made a connection with you! be it knowing each other from mutual friends, from a drawing/writing commission, or even if we just stumbled onto each other randomly by pure chance - know that i appreciate you! every single one of you are so talented and so wonderful. thank you for being the threads that shaped the comfy sweater that is 2023 for me <3 ps. and for my former moots who are minors but have respected my boundaries, i'm sorry i didn't tag you but i had fun befriending you lot. my best wishes for you in the years ahead too! pps. some of you might know me from my main @/meimeimeirin instead! i separated the list into 2 paragraphs bc tumblr isn't letting me have that many texts in one block apparently hsldfjsd also, if you're not in the list i either 1) forgot, bc i have the memory of a goldfish, or 2) remembered, but felt like it would be intrusive for me to tag you <- (more likely tbh) 😔

@/jjovin3221, @/starffox, @/syrenkitsune, @/finleyrambles, @/dr-birb, @/smokipoki, @/1117sblog, @/virdiaura, @/lawnfei, @/lady-alexis-salt, @/local-ragamuffin, @/the-knaves-world, @/alhaithams-fanfic-stash, @/interpretpages, @/magicalink, @/starlingcore, @/lyralibra, @/crazyrichdaughter, @/winterhuntsman, @/ladycoleigh, @/bettybeako

ALSO, HUGE SHOUTOUT to the people who frequent my notifs. i can't remember most of yall's handles accurately (and for some of you i remember by your pfp instead hskdhskd) but whenever your username pops up, know that i always go "!!!!!" and my imaginative dog ears perks up and my metaphorical tail just starts thumping on the floor <3 thank you so much for your continuous support!! (and i know some of you wrote in my tree so thank you for that too hehe) note: that wasn't an exhaustive list, but more like the blogs i remember seeing a lot on top of my head!!

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 🧡

thank you for such a lovely 2023! thank you for being here and for always supporting my works, my silliness, and myself as a person. here's to more fun shenanigans ahead, and i hope 2024 will be a year that makes us all a better person <3

#rin rambles #a psa from rin #i don't know what to tag this hahahahahah #it's not writing????? but also it's not really rambling????? but???? hsldfjsdf #a love letter from rin #there. that's my friends/community appreciation tag now ig lmao #tldr: THANK YOU ILY /P #this is scheduled to be posted just right before new the clock turns january 1st in my current timezone (gmt +7)#and i'm assuming with tumblr's borked queue system it'll post sometime on 1st jan so #HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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nattinatalia · 2 years

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Jack Harlow x Reader : ME OR HER?

Triger warning : Somewhat racists comments

A/N: This will not have a second part, perhaps an Instagram AU but that’s it.

You were currently in Atlanta for Jack’s last US show, you’ve been joining him on the road since the tour started and it’s been amazing so far.

Well as amazing as having to turn another way when little remarks from his team would be thrown at you.

You were hardheaded, there was so much you could take, but that little thread was about to cut loose.

You’ve been ignoring everything that was thrown your way, you’ve been sucking it up and turning a blind eye.

Jack, bless his soul, has a thing where he sees the good in everyone around him. He either doesn’t hear what is thrown your way, or he just decides to ignore it to avoid confrontation.

There was something in the air tonight though, and you can feel it. You just hope by the end of the night no one walks out handcuffed or with a bloody nose.

“Look at you, are you going to solve a mystery tonight?” You say at Jack and notice his outfit for the night gives you Fred and Shaggy vibes from Scooby-Doo.

He comes up to you and wraps you in a hug. “Yea, that mystery is finding a way to get in between your legs, while I’m on stage.”

You laugh “You’re such an idiot.”

He pecks your lips real quick and pulls back “Yea, but I’m your idiot.”

You and Jack had met a couple of years ago in Miami through your friend Nicky Jam, and ever since, you two have been texting back and forth, hanging out in the down low. You’ve been together for almost a year now but never put a title to whatever it was you two had.

It was great at the beginning, no one but your best friends knew, and you enjoyed that very much. Until recently, he took you back to his hometown to meet his parents and his little brother and introduced you as his girlfriend.

He had also talked about moving in together but that was something you both had to sit down and decide if it’s what you really want so soon.

Although he always tells you he’s been sure about you since the first time he laid eyes on you- yes he’s a romantic, who would’ve thought. But he told you he was ready for the next two huge steps.

When his tour started for his recent album, Come Home The Kids Miss You, he asked you to join him. It was fun but half way through it, there was a certain person who seemed to have something against you.

“So, when are you going to let me hear what you’ve been working on at the studio?’ Jack asks you, pulling you away from your thoughts.

You blush and shy away “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raises his eyebrows “Now baby, I know you’re not lying to me because Nicky told me you two have been busy and that he’s impressed with your music.”

You smile “I’m just nervous, he said the song was ready to be put out, but I don’t think I want to, not right now anyway. I just want to enjoy being here with you and watch you do your thing.”

“I love you for that, but come on, this is what you wanted all those years ago, stop stalling and put it out already, I’m sure people will love it.”

He takes your head into his hands and makes you look up at him “Let me listen to it, and I’ll be brutally honest if that’s what you want. But if Nicky Jam is telling me you’re the next big thing for Latin Music, then I know your song is good.”

When you met Jack you were barely getting into your music, so he’s been asking you everyday to let him hear something from your upcoming album- your first album at that, but you’ve just been nervous to show him.

You nod “Let me work on some last adjustments to it and I promise to let you listen to it before it’s out.”

“That’s my girl, now come on, I want to love up on you before the show.” He says and pulls you along towards his dressing room, passing his team on the way.

“Ugh, why does he keep bringing her around?” Neelam asks Urban and Clay

“Bring who around?” Urban, Jack’s best friend asks from their spot on the couch.

“The little Mexican girl, she’s been tagging along for a while now.”

“Damn Nee, why’d you say it like that.?” Clay asks

“Plus, that’s his girl, and he wanted her close.” Urban says.

Neelam then whips her head towards Urban so fast “What do you mean she’s his girl? Since when and why am I just finding out?”

Clay shrugs and scrolls through his phone “For a while, she’s met my parents and I think there’s plans for her to move in with him.”

She chuckles, “That doesn't mean anything, he takes every other girl back home.”

“This is different though, but why do you care so much?” Urban asks her, looking at her confused.

“Does she have anything going on for her? Is she always around because she doesn’t have money? Because I think I can find her a cleaning job around here.”

Clay and Urban look at each other shocked that Neelam is even saying that “Yo, that’s a bit racist don’t you think?”

“No, that’s besides the point. Did she sign an NDA? Did Drama or Nickie give her one?”

“No, Jack didn’t want to, even though she’s said plenty of times that she doesn’t mind signing one.” Clay tells her getting annoyed, he gets up from the couch and looks at Neelam, “I don’t want to be rude to you, but you’re getting out of hand talking down on her, you’ve been doing it non stop, you don’t even know her.” he finishes and leaves.

“I agree with little bro, she’s heard you say things like this on numerous occasions and she decides not to call you out on it, that says a lot about her.”

“Oh come on Urb, the only thing that says is she’s looking for a handout, that’s why she lets me get away with it. Any other person would've stepped up to me.” Neelam says

Urban takes a deep breath and gets up to leave as well. “Maybe say it to her in front of Jack, let's see how that works for you.”

Neelam then gets up and takes out a stack of papers from her bag. “You know what? Maybe I will after the show.” She says and marches her way towards Jack's dressing room.

“FUUCCCKKKKK.” Urban says to himself.

*After the show*

Jack was on a high, his adrenaline was on a roll and all he wanted to do was take a quick shower, get something to eat and spend time with you and in you.

But as soon as he made his way backstage something in him knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“All I’m saying is, you’re always around and I never see you pay for a thing. So that tells me everything I need to know. You’re here because he’s paying for you or paying you to be here. Therefore I need you to sign these papers.” He heard Neelam say to someone but he couldn’t see who since there was a circle of people around her.

“I’ll sign the NDA, I have no problem with that. But don’t disrespect me.” Jack hears your soft voice and now that has him confused and on a different type of adrenaline.

The crowd consisted of Clay, Cope, Sunni, Drama and Ace Pro, all surrounding the girls.

“What is going on?.” Jack asks them which causes all of them to turn his way.

He notices your eyes are watery and he can tell you’re also getting angry.

He goes up to you “You okay baby?”

You go to answer him but Neelam speaks first. “Oh she’s fine. You just need to tell her to sign this and she needs to go home for a few days until this is settled into the books.”

“She’s not signing anything. If I wanted her too, she would’ve a long time ago.” Jack says.

“It’s ok, I’ll sign it.” You tell him and take the papers away from her and start reading through them.

“Don’t look at me like that Jack, I’m doing this for you. You barely even know her and she has you acting dumb. Since when don’t you have your little friends sign? We’ve worked too hard for you to lose yourself to this little girl.” Neelam tells him.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you right now? Have you gone mad.?” He asks and looks at everyone else “I told you two where we stand, and I made myself clear I don’t want her signing a damn thing.”

Drama shrugs “Hey I just got here when Nee started going off on her.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re an idiot. Your career is rising and you decide now to get a girlfriend? Jack, there’s plenty of girls on the road who are more than willing to keep you company, but do not settle down now. If she’s what you’re looking for to keep you company, I’m pretty sure I can find you one that looks just like her in every hotel you’re staying at.” Neelam says

“What? What does that even mean?” Jack asks, “I don’t know what brought this up, but this ends now.”

He looks at you and takes the papers away from you. “Let’s go.”

He starts pulling you away from everyone and while you’re walking you pass by a trash can and he tosses the papers inside and then turns to Neelam “Get them if you really want them.”

“It's either me, or her Jack.” Neelam says

You both stop to look at her “What?”

She smiles “Me or her, plain and simple.”

“Are you out of your mind right now?.”

“No, I just know what’s best for you.” She then looks at you “Let the adults talk, go clean up catering, it's what you do best.”

You nod “You’ve been throwing racist words my way, one of them consists of saying all I’m good for is cleaning up. You don’t know me so stop.”

“I don’t need to know you, I know girls like you. You’re just paying attention to him now that his career is rising, he’s more known. Obviously you want to ride off his fame. But I won’t let you, like I said, if you need a job, I can find you one. But stay away from him.” She says coming up to you now.

You smile “If you’d bother to get to know me, rather than having your head so far up his ass, you’d know I don’t need a job and I definitely don’t need him to succeed in life. All you want to do is throw shade my way and expect me not to say anything in return? I’ve held my tongue because of him.”

“Bravo you actually have a backbone, but my comments towards you still stands.” She looks at Jack now. “I’ve been with you since you started, I know what’s best for you and your career. She’s not one of them. So again, it’s me or her.”

“I’m not doing this with you.” Jack tells her

“Jack, it’s not that easy, you’ve done this plenty of times, decide now, me or her. Because if you decide to stay with this-“ she points at you, “I’m out, I’m not staying for this shit.”

“What is it that you don’t like about her? She makes me happy, she keeps me grounded. We’re good, so I don’t understand where this is all coming from out of nowhere.” He tells her.

“It’s not out of nowhere, I just simply don’t like her, never have, never will. Not when you two met three years ago, not now.”

“Well you’ll have to suck it up because she’s not going anywhere.”

Neelam looks surprised at his words “So you’re choosing her then?”

“I’m not a child, I’m not doing this ultimatum bullshit.” He snaps at her

“None of you are going to stand up for me? Tell him he’s messing up his career for little miss girl?” She asks Drama and Nick “You two were saying how she’s been distracting him, so grow a pair and tell him.”

You’re getting annoyed at this point, you loved Jack, you did but this was getting out of hand and you don’t know if you can take it any longer.

You look at Jack and notice he looks hurt and confused all together. You know this must be hard for him.

Yes, Neelam has been there alongside him through everything, since day one, so you know this must be hurting Jack more.

You step aside from everyone and go towards the trash can and get the papers Jack had thrown in there not too long ago.

You dig through your purse for a pen “Y/N what are you doing?” Jack asks you.

You shake your head but don’t look at him and sign the papers “It’s ok.” You tell him.

You turn towards where Neelam is at and give her the papers “I don’t need his money, I have that. You’d know that if you’ve taken at least five minutes to get to know me. Or if you’d actually done your job and searched me up.” You tell her.

You then go turn to Jack “She’s not going to stop, she’s been doing this for a while now. I rolled with it because I know how important she is to you.” You take in a deep breath “I would never make you choose between me or anyone, that’s just evil and childish. But something deep inside also tells me you’d choose her, which I understand completely as well and I don’t blame you for it. I blame her.”

“What are you saying right now?.” He asks you, his tone a bit worried

You take in a deep breath “I’m choosing for you.” you tell him sadly.

He goes up to you, wraps his arms around you and places his forehead against yours. “No” he shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not letting you.”

You pull away from him “The papers are signed, I won’t tell anyone. The world will never know him and I had anything to do with one another.” you tell his team.

“Y/N let’s talk about this in private, this is nonsense.” Jack says, trying to pull you towards him.

“Oh my god, let her go Jack, she’s not even all that. She needs to go back to wherever she came from.” Neelam says

You turn your head so fast towards her “Say that again, to my face.” You finally snapped and got closer to her. “You know what? No, I’m done, so fucking done. You preach online how being mean is so middle school, but you’re the meanest person around.”

You turn to look at Jack “This shit is hurtful because I honestly believe she does want what’s best for you. But she’s coming at me sideways and wrongly at that. Yes, even when she continues to talk down on me, I’m being nice, that’s who I am. But I’m not taking it anymore. You’re meant for greatness and the world is going to be so lucky to witness you grow, I’m just sad I won’t be around to see that.”

You tell him and and see he has tears in his eyes, you go up to him and leave a kiss on his cheek “You’ll do such amazing things superstar, I’m sure of it. Take care yeah?” You tell him in a low voice so only he can hear you.

You don’t even give him a chance to react or say anything. You just pull away and walk away from him, and he lets you.

He knows you won’t come back.

He knows he should’ve went after you.

He knows he should’ve stood up to Neelam.

But most importantly, he knows he won’t ever be the same.

He let you go, and the little box inside his pocket reminds him of what could have been.

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brutal-nemesis · 27 days

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E&T: Deep in the Bowels of Gluttony

I am forcing more CAVE WHUMP into your enclosure (with an added dash of inspiration from my favorite national park that I can never visit ✨)

Suggested Vibe: Duma’s Scourge from Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia (youtube)

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Ingredients: a lot of gore. eating is involved in the goriness if you couldn’t tell. it is also very gross. Wow! Oh and there is a little bit of burning

By the time Erebus finished crying, his hand had grown back.

He hadn’t even realized it at first, too caught up with gut-wrenching sobs to be aware of anything else besides how much his head hurt, how hard it was to breathe, how terrified he was to be in this strange place all alone, how he might never make it back home, or even back to his cell, how hopeless he felt, how-how-And then he’d noticed the stump of his left hand, no longer ending in a jagged tear, little strings of skin dangling off of it, but a-it was growing, it had to be, those little white nubs poking out of the mass of muscle had to be the bones of his hand, bones that had definitely been…Before he knew it he was crying in earnest again, his body’s sudden strange capability to repair itself overshadowed by the trauma of the past hour, fear and exhaustion replacing awe and relief, because even if he could heal, it didn’t change the fact that he was stuck here, now saddled with the possibility that not even death could set him free.

If there was one good thing about this world, it was the fact that he was more alone than he’d ever been, and no one knocked on the door to interrupt his crying, no one commented on the redness of his eyes or asked him if he was okay too soon after he’d started to calm down. He caught his breath slowly, peacefully, washing the tears off his face using the fresh water from one of the pools near the sea, scrubbing the dried blood from his perfectly healed arm, revealing a ring of scar tissue around his wrist. The thought that neither of these hands were the ones he was born with almost sent him into another spiral, but he shook his head and put it out of his mind. That was enough for today.

Today…Frowning, he looked up at the sky. Its blackness hadn’t changed in the slightest since he’d arrived here, and something told him it wouldn’t anytime soon. Even back in the windowless cell, he’d had meals and Neteri’s visits to help him keep track of the passage of time, but now there was just…nothing. It was all down to whatever cycle of waking and sleeping he fell into, and given how tired he was now, he was ready to get that started.

Walking back to his pack, left at the base of the cliffs, he noticed his leg was no longer in pain, either. Once he arrived, he pulled the knife out and used it to slice the stitches still woven through his flesh, wincing a bit as he pulled the thread out. The holes left behind healed quickly enough that he could ignore them and busy himself finding a good place to lay his bedroll for the…night? For now.

He ended up settling down along the cliffside, too afraid to lie out in the open despite how quiet it was here, and it wasn’t long before his exhausted body gave in to sleep.

When Erebus woke up, the sky was the same empty black as before, and it was impossible to tell how long he’d slept for, but he felt rested enough despite the circumstances. So now he was just supposed to…wander until he found something? He considered flying to get a better idea of what was around, but he decided it would be better to save his strength for the next fight. Since crossing the sea was out of the question, he headed back into the rocky maze he’d first arrived in. Eventually, he found himself at the entrance to a cave, a gaping hole in the side of the mountain rising even higher than the cliffs around him.

If the demons were tied to elements like their counterparts, the dragons, then whatever one was tied to the element of earth was definitely in that cave. His instincts screamed at him not to go into the dark, cramped space where his wings likely would be more of a hindrance than a help, but if he was going to get out of this place, then he’d have to go in eventually. So best to get it over with while he was here.

Erebus had never been inside of a cave, but he’d heard about how beautiful they could be, and…how dangerous. But he’d be okay. He could heal, for some reason. He’d be fine. He could handle this. He had to.

Burying his doubts, Erebus headed inside the cave, almost immediately tripping over a small, rounded protrusion of stone. They littered the ground, and the ceiling, too, their lengths varying. He’d have to take care to avoid them, then.

Soon enough, though, the ground began to slope downwards, and the dim gray light streaming in from the cave’s entrance began to fade, not enough for even his new eyes to see with. It wasn’t long before he was stumbling along in the dark, unsure how much progress he was making, or if he was even headed in the right direction. He could be a couple steps away from a dead end, for all he knew. Or even a cl-At that moment, Erebus’s boot caught on a rock, his desperate grasps for something to catch himself on meeting empty air, and now he was falling, spinning, bouncing off the uneven stone, everything was slippery enough to slide out of his grasp but hard enough to break his bones, faster and faster until-

Cold. Deep cold, water, he was underwater, he had to get to the surface, had to find it in this spinning dark void, no way to tell which way is up, which way is death, swimming flailing reaching-his hand broke the surface, and he worked his way up desperately, his sodden clothes and heavy sword making it difficult, but he made it, he breathed, he coughed, he dragged himself out and laid on the bumpy stone next to the water’s edge, panting as his body throbbed and stung with a hundred cuts and bruises. Of course he hurt himself before even finding the demon. Of course. If only he had some way to know if he was even going in the right direction, but no, he was just supposed to stumble around in the dark.

One of his horns hurt, and upon poking at it gently, he found that the tip had broken off, exposing the tender flesh inside. Not like they served any purpose, besides telling him where…wait. What he wanted most was to get out of here and go home. To get out of here, he’d have to fight all the demons. Starting with the one hidden somewhere in this cave. So, by that logic, what he wanted most was to find the demon in these caves. He closed his eyes, not that it changed anything, and drilled that thought into his head. He needed to find that demon. Wanted to. Had to.

Erebus couldn’t help but smile as his horns started to tingle ever-so-slightly.

It took some time to get used to navigating the cave based on the feeling in his horns. The changes in sensation were rather subtle, so it was difficult to tell immediately after changing course if he was heading the right way. It would have been much easier if he could take a direct path, but the twists and turns of the cave forced him to switch directions constantly, sometimes leading him to dead ends or passages he was too large to squeeze through. Progress was slow, but he was making progress, he was, the tingling was stronger now, his scrapes and bruises from his fall earlier had healed, and his clothes were beginning to dry, despite the cave air being rather cool.

Well, now that he thought about it, the air had grown warmer than when he’d first entered. He’d been so freezing from his wet clothes that he hadn’t realized it until now, but it was definitely getting warmer. That had to be a good thing, right? It wasn’t getting any lighter, unfortunately, so he was still stuck feeling his way along through the darkness, nothing but the tingling sensation in his horns to guide him, but at least he wasn’t shivering as much anymore.

It was getting warmer and warmer, hot now, and humid, the stickiness of the air reminding him of summers back home. Were caves supposed to be this hot? He’d been grateful for the warmth at first, but now he was sweating profusely, the thick, moist air making it somewhat difficult to breathe as he clambered up slopes and squeezed through small gaps, the feeling in his horns growing so intense he was starting to get a headache, made even worse by the slightly rotten smell that was starting to permeate the air.

Erebus stopped at the edge of some sort of drop-off. It was impossible to tell how far down it went, only that it was longer than his arm. He’d been scared of this, of having to fly while blind. Out of breath, he sat to rest for a moment, letting the slight breeze cool him off a tiny bit, wishing it didn’t smell so rancid.

Wait…breeze?

The air was moving, pulsing past him in a hot wave, and then a cooler gust in the opposite direction. It was rhythmic, over and over, back and forth, in and…in and out.

Breathing. It was breathing.

If-if Erebus could feel its breathing, and the intense heat from its body, its stench, then it must be close, just off that ledge maybe, after all this time wandering around in the dark he’d finally found the next demon. With renewed energy, he stood and drew his sword. He’d have to approach this carefully, making sure he didn’t fly straight into the wall instead of hitting his target. After waving his hand over his head and not feeling anything above him, Erebus carefully took flight. It was difficult to move so slowly in the air, especially as he started to head down, but he didn’t want to risk falling who knows how far and landing on who knows what.

Feeling his feet catch on something, he tried to land, but the ground beneath was slippery and almost gave way beneath him, causing him to fall for the second time today. Thankfully, he landed on something soft, though it was weirdly wet and sort of slimy, like…Erebus cried out and scurried back, but everything he touched was the same, squishy and warm and smooth and…and…It was flesh. All around him. He-he’d somehow flown into the demon’s mouth, he must have, its breath was rushing by him with even more force now, the nauseating scent of rot all around him. He had to get out. He just had to fly up. He could do this. He’d be fine.

But…where was his sword?

He’d dropped it in his panic, like an idiot, and now he needed to find it. He wouldn’t stand a chance against the demons without it, and then he’d never be able to go home, never see another person again, he couldn’t accept that, he had to calm down, had to focus. He wanted that sword more than anything. It was his way out.

His stomach sank when his horns told him his sword was below him.

There wasn’t any choice but to fall further into the belly of the beast in order to kill it.

He took his time lowering himself, but it was more difficult than before. The heat was making his head throb, not to mention the toll all this flying was taking on him. Being unable to glide was putting a lot more strain on his wings than he’d realized, and though he couldn’t quite feel it through the sheen of sweat covering his face, he tasted the blood dripping out of his nose. By the time the buzzing in his horns peaked and his hand wrapped around the cool hilt of the sword, the world was starting to spin, and he all but collapsed next to the blade, which had buried itself partway in the fleshy ground.

Erebus didn’t know if he had the energy to stand. The heat and all of that careful flying had sapped all of his strength, leaving him sprawled on the hot, soft flesh of the demon’s insides. Was this it? Was he just stuck here until he fell further and ended up digested? The healing he had for some reason was slow, probably too slow to keep up with stomach acid. He breathed in deeply as the slightly cooler air coming in rushed past him, trying to calm himself down. The demon’s breaths were deep and long, so they were difficult for Erebus to match perfectly, but he tried anyway, the less rancid-smelling air coming in making him feel a little better somehow. But why would…memories of dust, Neteri’s forehead against his, the puff of her breath against his cheeks. Sharing breath. He was sharing breath with this huge demon, gaining a little of its life force as he did so.

Once he felt well enough to stand, he did so, holding onto his sword for support. He could do this. After bracing himself as best as he could, he started to pull, wincing at the awful squelching sound the blade made as it slid out of the flesh it was buried in. It came out with a sickening pop, squirting what Erebus could only assume was blood all over him. Some of it even landed in his mouth, and it…it tasted good. Really good, like a rich, meaty stew.

His empty stomach started to growl.

This was a demon. Not a person.

He hadn’t eaten in over a day.

No one would ever know.

He needed energy.

Hands shaking, he pulled out his knife.

Just a little bit.

It was warm, wet, chewy, almost rubbery, the texture making him gag slightly, but he didn’t care, not when it tasted this good, buttery and savory, little hints of spice dancing through it, shifting from one flavor to another, and he was powerless to stop, grabbing more and slicing it off, shoving it in his mouth before he’d even finished chewing the last bite, his hands and face slick with that delicious blood, the perfect sauce to go with his meat, the fingers on his right hand had grown claws at some point, and now he was tearing away at the walls with his hand, ripping chunks off with his teeth, continuing to slice and shred long after he’d eaten his fill, even as the ground below started to shake, a guttural roar drowning out the sounds of flesh tearing and blood dripping, the force of it sending Erebus to the ground, snapping him out of whatever trance he’d been in.

What…what had he just done?

How could he be sure there wasn’t anyone else out there in the blackness?

He could feel the ghosts of his parents watching him, watching their son turn into the monster he looked like.

He had to get out of here.

The walls shifted and pulsed as the demon’s breath sped up, roars and moans sounding out so loudly around him it made his head hurt. Its mouth might be closed now, trapping him inside. He’d have to find another way. Or just…make his own.

A large section of one of the walls had already been ravaged, cut and torn away during his frenzied eating, so he resumed work on it, slicing away chunks with his sword now, tossing them to the side instead of bringing them to his mouth. Progress was faster when he could focus, but it was almost impossible to tell how far he’d come, how much he’d carved away, how close he was to breaking through the skin. He came across a more rubbery section and ended up having to almost saw away at it, blood spurting all over him as he went, as if he wasn’t already covered in it. How whole body felt so sticky and sweaty and gross, and all he could think about was washing off somehow after he got out of here.

Blood was flowing out steadily now, coming out with more and more force, and soon enough it was all Erebus could do to hold onto his sword, his anchor buried in the fleshy wall, praying he wouldn’t get swept away by the jet of hot, sticky, delicious-smelling blood. H-he must’ve cut into a major blood vessel. Those shot blood out like crazy, from what he remembered. Maybe this would be enough to kill the demon? Then he’d just be…trapped inside its corpse. For now, it was still very much alive, its roars and moans starting to get louder, more desperate.

All of a sudden, the ground beneath him lurched, and Erebus’s sword slipped out of the cut it was in, sending him tumbling backwards, the river of blood sweeping him away before he could try to stand up, stab the floor, do anything to save himself, but he had to, he couldn’t fall any further down, couldn’t lose the tunnel he’d carved out in this sweltering blackness, couldn’t sink into the sea of blood and digestive acid that was likely waiting for him below, he had to stop somehow, the sword was too long, his wings couldn’t generate lift, nothing to do but desperately scratch at the slippery ground below, dig his claws in, deeper, deeper, deeper, hold on, arm trembling with the effort, he couldn’t afford to let go, to fall, the blood was coming with less force now, the tremors not as frequent, just a little bit longer until…

The great beast fell silent, fell still, its blood merely trickling by now, dripping in imitation of the water in the cave surrounding it.

Erebus dragged himself to his feet, coughing up blood. He’d tried to keep his mouth closed during the whole ordeal, but some had still made its way in. Was the demon actually dead? It was hard to tell for sure, but he supposed it didn’t matter. He had to get out of here regardless, and any other escape route besides his tunnel was out of the question. Nothing to do but resume work, then, and hope he could get out of here soon.

Time crawled by as Erebus hacked away at the wall, and just when he was starting to think he wasn’t headed towards the surface of this thing’s body, his sword met with a different sort of resistance than before. It wasn’t like the blood vessel, more stretchy and tough, but he was pretty sure he was able to poke through, and soon enough he’d made a gap large enough for him to squeeze through. He didn’t realize how hot it’d been in there until he was sitting outside it, the cave air unbelievably refreshing after being swallowed up by that rancid heat.

After feeling around a bit, Erebus decided he must be on the demon’s back or something. The slope down was pretty steep, enough that he wasn’t sure he could walk down effectively in the dark. His wings were still exhausted from flying earlier, so…scooting down very carefully it was. For the first time today, he was able to move downwards at a reasonable pace, not having to be careful of random rocks jutting out of the floor or ceiling. He was starting to get a bit excited to leave these caves and be able to see again. The water in the sloth demon’s domain would be perfect for washing all of this blood off of him, and there were few things he loved more than feeling clean. Already, he was starting to realize everything he’d taken for granted in his previous captivity.

He’d taken light for granted, too, and the moment he saw it, the moment he could see at all, he teared up a bit, but that might have just been because it was bright. Navigating the rest of the way down the demon’s body was much easier now that he could see, and it wasn’t long before he was back on solid ground, nearly running towards the cave exit. Finally.

The dark, starless sky was a welcome sight, almost as beautiful to him as the small pools of water a little ways away. He was lucky this exit dumped him out closer to the water than the entrance he’d originally gone through had been. Curious, Erebus looked down at himself, and couldn’t help but wince in disgust. He was covered from head to toe in blood, most of it dried to a brownish-red, cracking a bit around his joints, little pieces of the demon’s flesh caked on here and there. His hair was sticky and matted with it, and the coppery, still tempting tang of it was all he could smell and taste. He’d never been so revoltingly filthy, and he was secretly glad no one was here to see it.

It was a quick walk to the nearest pool of water, and while it looked a bit different than the other little pools from before, he paid it no mind. Water was water. He fell to his knees in front of it and stuck his hands in, ready to-HOT! Erebus pulled his hands out of the fiery water, screaming as they burned so intensely he could feel it in his very bones. All he could do was lie on his side and wait for them to heal, tears streaming from his eyes as he wailed. None of the water in the sloth demon’s domain had even been warm, so why was it nearly boiling all of a sudden? Unless he wasn’t…

“You really wanted to make a good first impression on me, didn’t you, intruder?”

Blinking away tears, Erebus looked in the direction of the familiar voice, his blood running cold when he saw who had spoken.

It was Shiori.

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#i wrote something #erebus & terror #erebus #vorath #whump #whump writing #gore #heavy gore #nonhuman whumpee #sorry erebus you get that tag now #suck it #uh yeah so. hope you enjoyed.#i love Cave i am sad i couldnt describe how pretty it looks :( maybe another time #and i already wrote guy stumbles around lost in a cave in complete darkness so ofc it was a little more than that <3 #toss him into the mystery flesh pit!!#yeah i cant visit my favorite national park because its not REAL which is probably for the best ig 🙄#i will make erebus go into the meat tunnel instead and since he was very hungry he uh. mmmmmm yummy walls #gluttony demons taste super delicious to other gluttony demons so that is why he was having a gourmet experience #gluttony demons usually engage in nonfatal cannibalism if they encounter each other it is truly a lovely time #yeah i covered that man in blood he is the filthiest he's ever been probably hehe #maybe he will finally get to take a bath!!#sorry abt the cliffhanger BUT the next chapter has been mostly written for years so it shouldnt take me that long to get out #so hopefully yall wont be waiting for months lmao

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