#but yall are my family now so youre forced to listen

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Well. Hello maggots, your stupidly Crowley-coded mascot got himself landed in the hospital because he did not take care of the fucking haematoma properly (yes I know you told me to I know you said don't walk I'm sorry). At least I have the Good Omens book to cuddle. I'm waiting for the doc to arrive and they finally gave me a bed I was sitting up and walking from one building to another it was a nightmare.

I will be good I swear. Not just pretendy good, but properly good.

I love you!

[house-of-lovin]

legally binded - 2

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 2: Lakers, Headlines… New York?

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: part 2 of legally binded! I hear yall and I see the comments! This will be a series, got a lot of ideas for this one. But of course, I am open to hearing what you guys think and want to see! A little bonding moment for R and Jenna 😮‍💨

Word Count: 6.3k+ (lol sorry, may have gone overboard!)

“So… what does this mean, exactly?” Jenna asks for both of you.

“We’re gonna make the two of you the talk of the town. And hopefully get people to back off on the allegations that Jenna is difficult to work with and that Y/N is entering her Justin Bieber phase — and not the good one.” Your PR agent, Liv, purses her lips.

Jenna can’t help the snort that leaves her lips, awkwardly coughing to hide it. But you catch it anyway, throwing her a glare.

“Difficult to work with huh?” You speak up — in faux interest. “Not hard to see why.”

This time Jenna is the one glaring at you. “You don’t even know me.”

“You don’t know me either.” You huff.

“Enough!” Jake yells. Anger steadily rose in the man’s bloodstream.

You and Jenna flinch at his loudness. Sliding down the chair, you feel ashamed again; ignoring Jenna’s piercing glare.

Liv is sighing but opts not to add fuel to the fire. “It’s going to take a few hours to get the paperwork and contract drafted —but once it’s done we’ll have it sent over to you. For now, get to know each other, I don’t know.”

You shoot Liv a scowl. She was making this already awkward situation so much worse.

She catches your look, sighing, “Just–pretend this is another job and you’re new castmates. Anything please. ” She rolls her eyes, already fed up with what disaster this morning has been.

“You can do that, right?” Liv crosses her arms, staring at you two in question.

“Yes.” Jenna mumbles.

“Mhmm.” You hum lazily, changing the subject. “Can we tell people? That this isn’t real?”

Liv glances at Jake and Sarah sharing a silent conversation. They nod at each other. “If they sign an NDA. Only family, your team and us. This cannot leave the room.”

You feel pale. You couldn’t even tell the people around you about this fake relationship without binding them to a contract? Suddenly, the situation starts to feel more real; the carpet of delusion being pulled from under you.

You’re standing up, pushing the chair back with a loud scrape that rings terribly against your ears. “I need some air.”

“You’re really leaving in the middle of a meeting?” Jenna questions with a snip, crossing her arms.

“Sorry your highness, I got better places to be. Liv you can send the contract to my assistant. Ortega, wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you… but well.” You trail off, shrugging.

Liv and Jake are fuming red in the face at your words, but you were still hungover and the comedown was begging to wreak havoc – your irritation getting harder to restrain. 

Jenna’s face scrunches, offended. You walk away, not bothering to listen for a response.

“There’s no way I can work with her…” You catch it anyway.

●●●

“I mean can you believe what they’re asking me to do!” You pace up and down your living room.

“Oh come on, I don’t buy the allegations that she’s difficult, you know they love to tear women down when they get their come up.” Link reasons tapping on his phone.

“I mean how can this face be rude?” He holds up a picture of Jenna at the SAG awards and you furrow your brows because you don’t remember seeing her there — you might have been late.

You were just nominated anyway. So you pulled a Beyoncé and only showed up for your category.

“Maybe Jenna’s not so bad?”

“Quit it.”

It was now mid-afternoon and the battering Californian sun was shining bright above clear skies and through your floor-to-ceiling windows. You bought this house in the Palisades for the peace it provided you. Not too far from central L.A. but still tucked away enough for a moment of solitude with a life like yours.

It was your own version of a sanctuary – like a home should be. 

“Okay, that sounds crazy, I agree. But dude, you fucked up. Big time.” Your long-time friend Link said. 

You and Link grew up together and when you got your come up, best believe you took your best friend with you. You offered to help him out while he lives with you as you achieve your dreams but ever the stubborn guy, he refused. Only agreeing to move to Los Angeles with you if he works as your assistant to earn his keep.

He’s a good guy like that. 

Since then, he’s been by your side. Through every disappointment, bad news, great news, red carpets, and movie premieres. You couldn’t do this job without him. 

He’s like your brother.

“I know!” You groan, dropping to the couch. Why the hell did you let your designer choose these couches? They were stiffer than a plank of wood.

“Look at this article online, 2-time Grammy winner and Academy Award Nominee, Y/N L/N’s fall from grace? Sin City indeed! The actress blacks out at a Vegas strip club! Click here to see exclusive mugshots.”

“They’re selling my fucking mugshots?” You lift your head above the headrest horrified, watching Link sit across the room on a bar stool reading his phone. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re public domain.” He refutes.

Falling back, you groan louder – hiding your face behind your palms.

“I don’t see how you have a choice, buddy.” He sighs, placing his phone on the bar top. 

“There has to be another way. Why can’t I just run away? I’ll fly back home for a couple of weeks, and let all of this shit die down. It’s worked before.” 

“Yeah, I told Jake and Liv you’d say that.” He rolls his eyes, walking to you. “I don’t think you can run from this one, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice has you sighing in defeat. He’s right, you know he’s right. This wasn’t just some tiny mistake you can brush under the carpet like all the other ones. This was serious. 

You got arrested. For blacking out with someone who had drugs on them. In a strip club, no less.

What a mess.

Something like this could seriously hurt your career. You could lose roles, relationships, connections, brand deals – the blood, sweat, and tears you poured in; everything you worked so hard for – gone.

“I know… Doesn’t make me wanna do it more though,” You mumble, distantly staring at the high ceiling.

He chuckles, “I know bud. But this is what we signed up for, right?” 

You frown. It’s what we signed up for.

It’s a mantra that you have adopted in all your years as a working performer. It certainly wasn’t the most comforting and loving thing to say, but it works because it’s true and there’s no greater motivator than a slap in the face to reality. 

You much preferred tough love anyway.

“Right.” You mutter.

“Come on, I think Jenna’s manager just sent me the signed contract, they’re just waiting for your signature.” He walks off to his office. 

You close your eyes, letting the sun warm you up through the glass panes. A few moments pass until Link comes back out with a tablet and pen. “Sign here, under Jenna’s signature.”

She has pretty handwriting – you note as you sign the electronic document. 

Call it weird but you had a thing for people with neat handwriting, steady hands and all that. 

But then you remember who the professional signature belonged to and forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Did you even read it?” He arches a brow.

“That’s what lawyers are for.”

He scoffs, “Okay, superstar. It basically says what you and Jenna need to do. Public spottings at first, then dates, appearances at each other's events. Maybe posts on social media, but the idea is to be discreet – we can’t have it seem like we’re using this to scrub away the Vegas incident.”

“But that’s exactly what we’re doing,” You sigh.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. And it’s your damn job to make sure they don’t ever find out either.”

You rub your forehead; a headache beginning to form. Not sure if it was from the hangover or from all this PR mess.

“Anways,” He takes the tablet out of your hands. “I’ll send these over to Liv. Now as for you. Go upstairs, take a shower because you smell horrendous and then put on what your stylist picked out.”

Wrinkling your nose, you ask, “What, why? I literally just got back, I already have to go out and show my face? The paparazzi will hound me.” 

“We have to beat the Vegas headline with a bigger story, so you need to be seen with Jenna ASAP. That means out for a late lunch at a well-known spot downtown. You have to act like the news doesn’t bother you – like you’re moving past it.”

“Who goes out for late lunch?” 

He sends you a pointed look. 

“I’ll be upstairs…” You mumble, dragging your feet as you ascend the steps.

●●●

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel, glancing up at the modest house through your sunglasses.

A mid-modern century house in Glendale. Not where you pictured her to live but whatever. Her front yard was bare but professionally trimmed. No signs of any plant life that made the space look a little… dull. The only signs of life in the house was the humble SUV that you assumed belonged to the young actress.

Your tapping grows impatient the longer you wait.

As if staring harder at the front door will make the actress come out faster. Another five agonizing minutes pass – you seriously consider pulling away to go home and sleep off this hangover but Link stood a good half-foot taller than you.

He’d lock your ass out of your own home. 

Eventually, the door opens and the short brunette walks down the driveway in confident strides. Dressed in jeans, combat boots and a cardigan; those headphones around her neck, again. Somehow, she looked consistently gothic and you pondered if she really was like her character in real life.

You see her scan your Mercedes-AMG GT3 for a moment before pulling the passenger door open; sliding into the cushy seats. “Nice car.”

You blink, “Thanks… you sure took your time though,”

You couldn’t stop the slight attitude that accompanied your words.

She gives you a sharp glance, “why didn’t you just ring the doorbell?”

“You had to unlock the gate to let me in, you knew I was waiting outside.” You huff, staring at her back. 

“Then would have waited in the living room if you had knocked. What difference does it make?” She shrugs.

“That’s not the poi–” You gruff but stop, inhaling a deep breath. The pounding in your skull was begging for you to cool down. 

“I think I much preferred waiting in the car… alone.” You whisper the last bit then shoot her a sarcastic glance; shifting the gear in reverse.

You don’t bother to check if she had her seatbelt on as you aggressively pull out her driveway; leaving skid marks on the pavement.

She jerks forward at the sudden movement. “Shit– a little warning next time?” She glares bracing herself on the dashboard.

“Hands off the leather,” You bite as you pull off her street and to the restaurant Link sent you the directions to. 

She scoffs. “My driveway!”

●●●

“Table for 2 under Ortega? Please follow me, can I be the first one to say how delighted we are that you two decided to dine here.” The host enthused a little too much.

“It’s our pleasure.” Jenna answers politely.

You plaster a tight-lipped smile keeping quiet; sliding a modest hand on Jenna’s back when he leads you past other patrons and to a secluded table – heads already turning in your direction. Jenna jumps, sending you a menacing glare and for a moment you feel slightly scared by the fire in her eyes – dropping your hand immediately. 

Okay, no touching. Got it.

“Here we are, the best seat in the house. We have complementary champagne on the table to start your evening. We’ll give you a few moments to get settled,” He sends a tight smile causing his wrinkles to show – definitely trying too hard but you’d never say no to free alcohol.

“Thank you,” You bid, pulling a chair out for Jenna.

She walks to claim the opposite chair, assuming you’re taking the one you pulled out. But she stares as you stand behind the open chair, awkwardly. Only then did she seem to realize that the seat was for her.

Raising her brows, she looked a little surprised but wordlessly and a bit awkwardly (she sends a tight-lipped smile) sits over to the chair allowing you to push it in for her, before taking your own seat across.

The first thing you grab is the bottle of champagne and the flute. 

You miss Jenna’s tracking eyes as you pour a hefty glass. “Is that really the best thing for you to have, especially after last night? Also, it’s like 4 PM.”

“I didn’t know you were the alcohol police and it’s 8 PM somewhere.” You take big gulps of the champagne, savouring the way it burned but also felt cool on the way down.

“Trust me, I’m not. But my ass is on the line here too and there are people watching.” She grits out the last part, signalling with her eyes. You glance up catching two girls from another table with their phones up, no doubt taking pictures and recording you and Jenna. 

Looking away, you place the glass flute down, sitting back in your seat with a slump. “Fine…”

“When are you going to take this seriously?” She whispers, tone: sharp.

“I am taking this seriously,” You fight to keep your face impassive knowing there are eyes on you both. 

“No, you’re not. You couldn’t even sit through the meeting this morning and now you’re acting like a child. Might I remind you, we’re in this mess because of you.”

You clench your jaw, trying your hardest not to blow up in this fine establishment. 

“I’m the reaso—“

“Are we ready to order?” The waitress cuts in.

“Yes, we are.” Jenna turns to her with that large, sweet smile that sells millions.

●●●

‘New Gal-Pals in Hollywood, Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega spotted out for lunch’

It was now the following day after your ‘lunch date’ with Jenna and you wish to say it only got better as time went on but that would be a lie. You two did not get along – at all. How was it possible for your management to find the one person on this planet that you just couldn’t get along with. 

You know difficult, you can handle difficult. You’ve worked with the likes of Shia Lebeouf, Gweneth Paltrow, Michael Bay… just to name a few. You’ve had your fair share of difficult colleagues.

But this girl? She’s something else. 

“Gal pals? Really?” Your nose scrunches in distaste.

“No wait, this one’s better! Wednesday star Jenna Ortega supports new bestie, Y/N L/N amid Vegas arrest.”

“Stop.” But Link’s loud laughter overpowers you.

“Oh! We got one that’s different, Trouble-maker, A-lister, Y/N L/N, will drag down rising-star Jenna Ortega!”

“Okay, that’s just bullshit.” You pique up.

“Rising star?” Jenna voices in disdain.

“Enough!” Liv’s voice echoes from your laptop speaker. “This isn’t the headline we wanted.”

You roll your eyes, scanning the candid photo of you and Jenna sitting at the restaurant.

The images look tame enough and can definitely be interpreted as just two friends out for a bite. News outlets don’t buy it, but the internet is already freaking out; spewing out unsolicited opinions on this new pairing. Some think you two are just friends, some think it’s a date, others think it’s for a movie role.

“I thought I did a good job,” Jenna speaks up on the other line of the Facetime call. 

“Clearly not…” You mumble, but she catches it anyway, rolling her eyes. 

“We need to up the ante, this is not good enough.” Liv sighs and you can hear the trepidation through the call.

“Like what?”

“There’s a Lakers game tonight and you two are making your first official appearance.” She grins with mischief.

“Lakers?” Jenna rouses, sounding excited.

“How would they interpret that differently than before?” Shaking your head.

“I got a plan already, darling. I have a guy in TMZ who’s going to break the first official headline that you two are in the ‘getting to know each other’ stage. Which is where you two come in… after the game headlines of your guys’ date night will be the number one trending topic.” She explains, eyes lighting up in excitement.

Liv loves to lay out her plans to whoever was willing to listen — you’re already tuning her out.

You are sure her plan is genius like she says it is.

“Are they versing someone decent, at least?” You ask tiredly. When were you going to get some time to yourself?

“Celtics.”

“I’m in.”

●●●

“Do you really have to wear sunglasses indoors? Everyone knows we’re here.” Jenna whispers from beside you.

“It’s part of the look.” You retort, sliding down the foldable chair. Why are courtside seats so uncomfortable for all the money I’m paying?

“What look.”

“We got two stars in the Lakers house tonight! Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega!”’ The announcer booms through the stadium speakers. 

Looking up at the jumbotron, you and Jenna are plastered big and bright on the screen. You flash a dazzling smile and force your body to untense – ignoring Jenna’s quip.

You embrace the loud cheers and applauds, waving and sending the camera that dazzling smile you have mastered. Jenna copies your movements.

Eventually, the camera pans away from you two and you finally feel like you can breathe again. 

“God, I think my eardrums ruptured.” She complains, clutching her earring clad-ears painfully.

You laugh, “Oh come on, you don’t have people shouting for your attention at you at every turn?”

She frowns, shaking her head, “Not at this level… I like to think I still have some anonymity.”

Snorting, you say, “Yeah well, just wait. That’ll all be gone — so enjoy it while you can.” 

You don’t see her frown deepen because you spot a familiar face. “Look who’s in the house!”

“Hey!” You stand briskly. Lebron James comes barreling over in large steps; greeting you with a hug and a pat on the back. 

“Feeling ready for tonight?” You ask, smiling up at the athlete. Being a big name in Hollywood definitely came with nice perks like knowing world-renowned athletes.

As much as you complain about your life – this is certainly a perk you can’t deny.

“You know it! We’re gonna mop the floors with your lil Celtics team.” He smirks making you laugh.

“Okay, save the trash-talking for the court... This is Jenna by the way.” You move to the side to reveal Jenna sitting; watching the two of you with a flabbergasted look on her face. 

“Nice to meet you, Jenna. My kids loved Wednesday, I think my daughter might dress up as you this Halloween.” He jokes; shaking her hand. 

It was quite an amusing sight to see Jenna crane her neck to meet the basketball player’s eyes. And you really tried your hardest not to snort when her tiny hands slide into his gigantic palms – her upper arm practically disappearing in his grasp.

They continue talking for a few more moments before the basketball player eventually bids his goodbye to continue warming up. 

“You’re friends with Lebron James?” She asked in disbelief when you sit back down.

“Yeah, is that surprising?” You arch a brow.

“Yes?” She asks like you were stupid for even asking.

You chuckle. “Well, now you know.” 

“Also… a Celtics fan, really? That’s just disgraceful.” She shakes her head.

You scrunch your face in faux annoyance, puffing your chest proudly, “Hell yeah the Celtics! We’re gonna wipe the court with your little Lakers in their own house.” 

“Don’t let people hear you say that, you’ll be stoned,” She laughs heartily. 

For a brief moment, you watch as she shakes in laughter at her own joke – unable to fight the infectiousness of her laugh. Her bangs shake with her movements as she attempts to hide her smile behind her hand.

Were you guys getting along? Nah, impossible. 

“I’ll just use you as a shield.”

“I’m like five-foot, I don’t think I’ll be much help.” She snorts. 

“Pocket-sized shield – makes travelling easier.” You shrug, smirking. 

She shoots you a side-eye but you see the smirk she tries to hide from you. 

Eventually, the national anthem is sung and tip-off begins. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself right now. After the weekend disaster in Vegas, all you wanted to do was sleep away your fuck-ups. But this… isn’t so bad. 

Jenna seems to have loosened up and allowed herself to enjoy the game.

You cheer enthusiastically when the Celtics go on a 12-0 run in the fourth quarter. 

The score is 94 - 90, with the Lakers in the lead. You were standing now, your concession drinks and snacks forgotten under your chair. The energy in the stadium is infectious as everyone cheers for their respective teams.

“This is what I’m talking about, now we got a game!” You clap loudly, yelling.

“$100 Lakers win this one.” The sweet voice shouts over the crowd.

You turn, grinning. “That’s it? $1000, Celtics win.” 

The quiet contemplation is burning bright in her eyes, but eventually, she gives in extending her hand. “You’re on.”

Somehow, your grin stretches wider when she slides her hand in yours to seal the deal. “I can’t wait to be a $1000 richer.”

“In your dreams,” she clicks her tongue, focusing on the court.

“Come on ref, that was a foul!” She shouts at the checkered-shirt man as he runs past you.

She’s not looking at you but you find yourself unable to look away from her. 

Granted, you barely knew anything about Jenna before meeting her yesterday. But you think you like this laid-back version of her more than the one you met at first.

A whistle-blowing breaks your staring before it becomes too obvious.

Eventually, the game goes into overtime with the score being 104 - 104 when the Lakers gets both free throws in. You’re practically shaking in excitement as you watch from courtside.

You are bent over, hands on your knees like a soccer mom watching their kid get a penalty kick. You miss Jenna snapping a photo of the court with you bent over in the corner of the picture.

“Come on, Tatum!” You shout, a vein on your forehead protruding. 

“Did you say a $1000 richer?” She mocks, using your words against you.

“Don’t go on a victory lap yet,” You stand as the last time-out is called, “The score’s even and there’s still 5 seconds on the clock. It’s anybody's game right now.”

When the whistle blows signalling time-out is over, you are tense again. Jenna seems to share your sentiments as she absentmindedly grabs your jacket when the Celtics shooting guard walks behind the line to inbound the ball.

Anticipation getting the best of her.

You ignore the touch – unsure if you wanted to pull away or never move your arm again.

“Shit!” You yell when someone on the Lakers intercepts the Celtics attempt to inbound — sloppily passing it to another player in gold and purple. 

3 seconds remaining on the clock and a fast-break on the Lakers side ensues; green jerseys struggling to keep up.

“Schroder tips the Celtics inbound and manages to pass it off to Thompson, to James! James with a hail mary from half-court with 2 seconds, will he make it!” The announcer exclaims.

It was like the movies when everything goes silent and somehow you see everything in slow motion. You watch as the ball spins high above in the air with the powerful throw from the Laker’s power forward. The only thing you feel is Jenna’s fist gripping your arm, bunching the jacket in her hands. 

You unconsciously lean into her; the intensity of the room bouncing off you. 

The ball continues to spin until it amazingly flies through the basket with a satisfying swoosh and the buzzer rings loudly.

The crowd explodes – bursting into loud cheers. 

“Holy shit!” Jenna jumps, cheering.

“No fucking way.” You groan.

You feel her grab your shoulders to face her, still jumping up and down; a large smile on her face. You find yourself matching her grin despite your team not winning. 

Nodding in defeat, you admit, “Okay, okay… that was a pretty great game.”

“Great?” She shakes you like a rag doll, “That was the best game I’ve ever seen!” 

“Are you turning into a basketball fan, Miss Ortega?” You tease as she pulls away from you.

Still with a grin, she says, “Never… Football will always have my heart.”

“I didn’t peg you for an NFL fan but I guess I’ve heard stranger things.” You tease as she rolls her eyes.

“Soccer, Y/N.”

“Why didn��t you just call it the proper name then?”

“We are not starting this.” She holds a hand up, turning to sit back in her seat. The high of winning the bet, dwindling away.

●●●

“This is me…” Jenna says into the quiet night air. 

You shifted on your feet as you stood by your car. The night had been an unexpected…. success. After the game, you two made sure to stick around to chat and take pictures with fans in the crowd. 

The more eyes that saw you two together, the better. 

“Um… this was nice, I guess.” You mumble, feeling a bit awkward now that it was just you and her. 

She blinks up at you, surprised by your admission. “Uh – yeah, this wasn’t bad. Surprising, but not bad.” 

A small smile creeps on your face, “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you later… or whenever our managers say we need to be seen together again.” 

She laughs, nodding, “Yeah…”

A bright flash from your peripheral has you blinking, unfocused. “What the–”

“Paps…” She sighs. “Kiss my cheek.”

“What?” You asked bewildered.

She sends you a pointed look, turning her back from the direction of the flash so they couldn’t see her face. “Kiss my cheek, they’ll take a picture and then they’ll know we’re not just gal pals.”

Jenna is rolling her eyes but you’re still stuck in your spot. “Y/N.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you clear your throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Something indecipherable shines in her eyes, but it disappears as she blinks, “You’re not asking for my hand in marriage, Y/N. Just kiss my cheek.”

Blushing, you lean down. Shyly placing your lips on her soft-dimpled cheek – she leans into the contact, placing a hand on your neck. Immediately, a flurry of bright flashes and sounds of clicking interrupt the moment. 

“Goodnight, Jenna.” You say softly once you pulled away; ignoring the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

“Goodnight.” She takes a moment to look at you before walking to unlock her gate.

You wait until she opens the metal door; not missing the kind eyes she shoots you as she shuts the gate. Only once Jenna’s out of your view did you let out a deep sigh, turning around.

“Y/N! Over here! Did you just kiss Jenna Ortega? What about the singer you were with in Vegas? Are you two over?”

You didn’t want to give the paparazzi lurking on her street more reason to stay, so you keep your head down ignoring their shouting and slip into your car.

●●●

“How was it?” Her sister’s voice can be heard on her phone. 

“Awful – she’s a menace, Mia.” Jenna replies as she opens her fridge, looking for a mid-afternoon snack. 

It was now Sunday afternoon and as predicted – you and Jenna are the top headline of every major news outlet in America. 

“Did you tell her that you loved her in Little Women?” 

“What? No, of course not! I’m not gonna tell her that.”

“Why not? You watched that movie like five times when it came out.” Her sister reminds.

“Shut up, Mia.”

“Okay, anyways…” She trails off, laughing. “I saw the pictures. You’re smiling pretty wide with her. Also the kiss on the cheek when she was dropping you off? Chef’s kiss. Just perfect.”

Jenna rolls her eyes, “It’s all part of the act. Of course, I look happy.”

“There’s videos of you jumping on her. I can barely scroll through my Twitter feed without seeing an edit of you two at the game.”

“Stop. I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jenna snaps.

“Okay, okay…” Mia laughs and Jenna can picture her raising her hands in surrender. “Let’s talk about New York, are you excited?’

Jenna lets out a repressed sigh. With all of this PR mess with you, she hasn’t had time to think about how busy her schedule is about to be. The Scream VI premiere and SNL is inching closer and the Coachella native is feeling the familiar phantoms of anxiety rumbling in her chest. 

“Yeah, of course, I am. It’s SNL…”

“But?” Aliyah, her younger sister’s voice comes out of nowhere.

“But it’s SNL!” Jenna exclaims, “It’s a big deal! What if… what if I fuck up? Or I break character?”

“Okay… let’s take a deep breath,” Mia speaks up. She recognizes her sister’s looming anxiety and knew she had to act before the young actress sends herself into a panic. “You will kill it, like you always do and you won’t mess up. It’s okay to be a little nervous.

“Right, right.” Jenna agrees but the weighted pressure in her chest was still to creeping in.

Mia hums over the line unconvinced, “Listen, the whole family is flying in before your premiere. So don’t worry, we’ll be there, cheering you on!” 

Jenna can’t fight the smile that creeps up on her face. The thought of her family being there on one of the most important nights of her career is all she needs. They always had her back, picking her up when she felt like she couldn’t do it anymore. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that.”

●●●

“You want me to fly to New York, to what– be her personal cheerleader?” You dead-pan, watching as Link frantically throws clothes and shoes into a suitcase. 

It’s been about a week since the Lakers and Celtics game and news of you and Jenna’s night out in town are still abuzz. The two of you made a couple more subtle appearances over the last couple of days and the media is eating it up shamelessly. Pictures of you and the star are plastered on the front pages; be it grabbing coffee or grocery shopping or walking your dog at the park.

Now, you couldn’t even step outside without someone hurling Jenna’s name at you.

But you couldn’t lie. It was nice to have some company while you run your errands. Only yours though — you hated when you had to do hers. Jenna always thought too hard about which cereal to get, like she’s ever home to eat it.

‘New budding romance in Hollywood? Do we have a new power couple on the rise with Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega? These two seem to be getting to know each other well… click here to read more’ 

Was the first thing you read when you turned on your phone this morning. 

Of course, it’s never that easy because there are still a handful of nobodies sending hateful messages about your criminal escapades – not everyone was convinced.

Some well-known people on social media – people you personally know are adding fuel to the fire; engaging in discourses of you and Jenna and if you are dragging her down just by being associated with you.

Fake-ass motherfuckers.

“Yes, I think those are the exact words Jake and Liv put in their texts, actually.” He reaches for his phone to read over the message; mocking you. 

“Stop, Link…” You run a hand on your face, “Tell them I’m not going. I have better things to do, Coachella is right around the corner and I literally have a song I need to send to my producer.”

He watches as you childishly cross your arms, scowling. 

If you weren’t his best friend he would’ve said goodbye to the Hollywood life – too rich for his blood. Link wasn’t sure how he still put up with your attitude after all these years. Could you have said those words any more snobbishly?

“Are you done?”

“No.”

“Well you don’t have a damn choice. Now, take a shower – Marcus will be here in an hour to drive us to LAX. And you can record in New York, no one said you had to be attached to Jenna’s hip.”

“What if I don’t want to.” You stand your ground. 

“Don’t do this today, Y/N.” He sighs. 

For a few moments, you hold your ground; contemplating if you should dig a hole and barricade yourself – metaphorically, of course. But never say never. 

Link raises a challenging brow – daring you to try him today. 

Wow, someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed…

Knowing what that look meant, you knew when to pick your battles and accepted the loss, trudging over to the master bathroom but not before slamming the door behind you.

“Don’t be slamming doors ‘round here! I don’t care if the house is under your name.” He shouts from the other side. 

“Fuck off!” You yell back, yanking your shirt off as the water turns hot.

He is such a dad.

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“What are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, Jenna. How was your day? Mine was great, the flight was a bit bumpy but I can handle a ‘lil turbulence. Thanks for asking.” You reply, ignoring the furrow in her brow hidden behind the silky fringe. 

You wonder what conditioner she uses to get her hair looking that soft.

“Y/N…” Jenna sighs, walking past you to enter your hotel suite. Walking into the living room to place her shoulder bag on the coffee table then she turns to face you, crossing her arms still waiting for an answer. “I’m serious, why are you in New York.”

You lean against a wooden panel, crossing your arms as well. “Didn’t your team tell you?”

Her frown deepens, patience thinning the longer you beat around the bush. “Obviously not or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Okay relax…” You warn not appreciating her tone. You literally just landed an hour ago and it’s almost midnight East Coast time. The timezone switch is fucking with you and her attitude is the last thing you need. 

“Don’t tell me to relax.” She snaps. The young actress hated those words, it always made her more riled up.

You scoff trying your hardest not to snap back but controlling your anger has never been your strong suit. “Why do you think I’m here? Liv told me I had to show face for your premiere and SNL episode. Be your cheerleader or some shit.”

She drops her arms, frown still etched on her soft face. What? Ignore that.

“Shit, I think Sarah might’ve mentioned it but I was just so busy with rehearsal and fittings with Enrique that I didn’t see.” Jenna sighs, rubbing her forehead.

For the first time since she barged into your room – you take a moment to scan her. Her face is bare and makeup free but you can see the dark smudges from her eyeliner earlier today just under the lashline. She was dressed in a large sweater and mismatched sweatpants; the sleeves are so long it covers half her hands and her short wavy locks tied into a messy low bun.

Her clothes practically engulfed her tiny stature. You figure this is a pretty rare sight that most people aren’t privy to and suddenly you’re unsure as to why it’s so hard to look away. 

“I didn’t mean to snap… I’m sorry.” She says quietly, looking at you like she was genuinely apologetic. 

“It’s fine…” You shrug and pushed off the wall to sit on the couch. Everyone has their days, you thought.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you. I really thought you knew I’d be here.” You turn on the TV, not being to stand the silence in the large room.

Jenna sits down beside you, tucking her feet against her chest. When did she take off her shoes? “It’s not your fault.”

The sigh she lets out is heavy and something tells you there’s some meaning behind it too. But you didn’t feel like it was your business so you zip it and continue watching the TV drone on about a program you don’t care about. 

“I saw clips of your SNL promo… I thought it was hilarious – you were great and that reporter outfit? So cool.” You change the subject. It gets her to smile as her dimples poke out, a little shy now. 

“It’s so cringy.” She covers her face. 

“Awh, nah… the internet loved it.” You laugh, a little amused that the actress was all flushed by a single compliment. 

Call it big-headed, call it ego, call it whatever you want but you personally relished it when people fawned over you. 

“Of course they did. They’re the whole reason for the meme.” She rolls her eyes after dropping her hands but she still had a toothy smile. 

“I bet that dance follows you everywhere…” 

“Every. Fucking. Day.” She says then raises a brow at you, “How do you know about the dance, though?’

You send her an affronted look, “I’m not a grandmother, Jenna. I know what’s hip with the kids.”

She snorts, “You’re an idiot – I just mean, I didn’t think you were on TikTok like that with a schedule like yours. Also, that app is toxic.”

“Every social media app can be toxic.” You quip, “But get off your high horse, your majesty. I literally just saw a couple of edits on Twitter of it.”

“Uh huh…” She hums, unconvinced, if the side glance she throws you was any indication. “But yeah the writers wanted to do a bit with Wednesday and this is what we came up with.”

“Well, I think it’s genius… from a business standpoint.” You offer up, nudging her shoulder then turning back to the TV.

You miss Jenna’s bothered frown. “Business standpoint?”

“Yeah,” You say off-handedly, “It’s smart, good for you.”

“Are most things a ‘business standpoint’ for you?” She asks, genuinely curious about what you could mean.

“Hmm. I guess I never thought of it like that but now that I’m saying it out loud, yeah, kinda.” You shrug, thinking about it. 

Most of the interactions in Hollywood that you have had are based on transactions and is usually for your own self-interest.

“...That’s kinda sad.” She says getting you to turn.

“What does that mean?” You frown.

“I’m just saying… there’s more to this industry than business deals and brand offers.” This time Jenna offers up a thought but it sounds a bit judgemental to you, shrugging.

You’re furrowing your brows, sitting up straight. “Look, you don’t even know me. Just forget what I said.”

But the laugh she lets out grinds your gears in the most unpleasant way.

Jenna holds up her hands in surrender but it feels mocking. “Clearly…” She emphasizes. “But I’m just saying, there’s no need to get all defensive.”

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of shit you were dealing with today but don’t take it out on me. Don’t come to my room talking about things you know nothing about.” You glower.

She matches your frown, standing. “It kinda sounds like you’re the one dealing with something, actually.”

“I think you should leave.” Your glare turns sharp and cold, standing too.

“Already on my way out.” She scoffed, snatching her bag aggressively off the coffee table then turns to walk to the front door. 

You follow to make sure the door hits her on the way out but she stops abruptly by the hall causing you to trip on your own feet to not tumble over her. 

“I think you should go back to L.A.” She glares up at you, tightly clutching her shoulder bag.

The laugh you let out is humourless, stepping back to create space between you and the other actress. “And get my ass handed to me by Jake, Liv and Sarah? They’re like four horsemen of the apocalypse – just searching for their last member. No thanks. You got a problem with me here? You deal with it.”

She clenches her jaw, “Done. Leave it to me.” Then turns and leaves making sure to slam the door shut. 

Those hotel doors weigh a fuck ton, how did she do that? And what did she mean leave it to me?

“Can I come out now?” Link peeks his head out from the adjoining room; fear present on his features.

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[hemmingshouse]

a long forever / chris sturniolo

summary: chris tries to make things right with you after he fucked up big time.

warnings: swearing, mentions of prior cheating, angst (but semi happy ending!!)

let me know if yall want a part twoooo x

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“if you truly don’t give a shit about me and fuck me over in the first place, then why the fuck are you here?” you asked him sternly, sighing deeply before rubbing your eyes - the crying you had done prior had irritated them massively. “please enlighten me christopher, because i have no. fucking. clue.”

the brunette sighed softly, letting his hands roam through his hair. he had messed up so bad this time and he wasn’t sure how to fix it - if that was even possible to begin with.

you and chris had been keeping it on the down low with each other for a while now. you went on silly little dates, got to know his best friends and brothers and loved to spend most of the week at his apartment; lounging around the place and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies for around five months now.

it all went so well. slowly you started to appear more on his tiktoks and the sturniolo channel, making the fans think you two at least spent time together because of the massive tension between the two of you. you met his family, had even stayed in boston for the holiday season and went on a little getaway together for your birthday.

“i care so fucking much about you! i- just- please listen to me,” chris pleaded as he stood in your kitchen, hands running over his face in pure desperation, “i have never felt this way before. about anyone. i swear.”

you scoffed at his words, shaking your head in disbelief, “remember when we said we’d at least be honest if we felt this wouldn’t work out so the friendship we had wouldn’t go to waste?” you motioned between the two of you, “you lied to me. god, you’re the biggest motherfucker i have ever met, christopher. i wasted my time on you. on us. on whatever the fuck we were.”

ouch, full government name - for the second time. he knew you weren’t fucking around.

he deserved all of that. every curse word you spat at him, every raise of your voice. it pained and sickened matt to see you go from adoring him so much till it hurt to now hating every inch of his fiber. to see you hurt because of his actions made him sick to his stomach. he had never meant to kiss the girl back after she tried to force herself onto him, but he knew there was no fair explanation towards you to begin with.

“babe,” he spoke up, voice trembling as you held your hand up to silently stop him from speaking up more. he noticed how your lower lip quivered and how salty tears were pricking your eyes, the fatigue taking over your body after fighting for three and a half hours.

“you kissed her back,” you spoke, a shiver running down your spine. “and i know we were never official to begin with,” you acknowledged, “but you truly made it feel that fucking way.”

it happened when he was in downtown la, where he and his brothers joined sam and colby as they were filming a brand new series about the cecil hotel whilst you were busy finishing your last year of marketing. they got drunk, went out to meet up at one of sam’s friends and one thing lead to another.

his confession back then was enough for you to silence him with a nod, grab the duffel bag he brought on his trip and push him out of your apartment. his pleas came from the other side of the door, hoping you’d let him explain what exactly happened during that night.

you didn’t wanna hear it. you didn’t wanna hear anything about chris and another girl, not when you thought he was done with fucking around when he started dating you. you figured that meeting his family, spending time with his friends and appear on his channel actually meant he wanted to be serious with you too.

“you don’t deserve any of this bullshit i put you through,” chris told you sincerely as he watched you calm down a bit, anger replacing itself with a self conscious mindset. “i’m so fucking sorry y/n, there’s no explanation for any of this. i know you don’t wanna hear it but i wanna show you what you truly mean to me. promise i’ll make it right.”

“you do know your promises currently mean nothing to me after everything, right?” you asked him while pouring yourself a glass of wine, “you could be begging on your bare knees for me and i still wouldn’t believe a single word you say.”

“i know,” chris sighed softly, running his hands across his face. “i wanna be better for you. for us. you deserve so much better- i just want you to know it didn’t mean anything to me, alright? i- you- fuck, i love y-”

“do not finish that sentence,” you warned him before taking a sip of your wine, “i don’t wanna hear it if you’re not sure.”

“who says i’m not sure?” he asked you sincerely, “and what do you want to hear?” chris asked you seriously, arms crossing in front of his chest. “i’ll literally do anything if it proofs i’m only into you. i wouldn’t have let matt drive me here trying to make you forgive me if i didn’t care about you. i fucking miss you,” he breathed out, shaking his head slowly, “i don’t have the words to say how sorry i am i messed it up. how i messed us up. and i’ll do anything to gain your trust, let you know how much you mean to me, okay?”

his words caused your heart to flutter slightly, palms a bit sweaty as you were starting to fall back into old habits. chris had a way with words and the way he sounded so sincere made you think that maybe - after all - he was speaking the truth about the entire fiasco.

you shrugged your shoulders, sighing softly, “i just hope you know you’re a fucking asshole and i hate you,” you cleared your throat, your voice coming out soft and quiet, “but i appreciate the fact you got me flowers and tried to calm me down with some wine.”

chris couldn’t help but grin at your statement as he noticed you turned your body away from him whilst sitting on the high barstool at your kitchen island. it was something you usually did when you two had an argument because you knew if you looked into his beautiful blue eyes - you’d be a goner and would forget what you guys even fought about in the beginning.

“yeah?” he asked you, the smirk clearly tinting his voice as he stepped closer to where you were sitting on the barstool, “look at me, please?”

you let out a sigh once again after taking a large sip of your wine, placing the glass back onto the marble kitchen counter. your eyes darted upwards a little, noticing how close chris had gotten in the meantime. his unruly hair, sleepy eyes and curious gaze had you hooked - you knew you were fucked and putty in his hands once again.

“i’m supposed to be so mad at you,” you mumbled as chris placed his hands onto your clothed thighs, spreading them apart so he was able to stand in between your legs.

“you’re still allowed to be,” he admitted, one hand raising upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand cup your jaw afterwards. “as long as you know i’ll forever try to make it up to you. in every single way possible.”

“forever’s a long time y’know,” you spoke softly, playing with the hem of his oversized t-shirt as you gazed into his eyes.

he chuckled, “as long as i can spend it with you, i truly do not mind.”

[neverchecking]

Oh the requests are open again? .3. Mmm… how about cuddle time with Wars? I got his stupid face in my head now… Anyways nothing to big, just two beings enjoying each other’s company. Those if you would like to go NSFW then by all means, feel free. Use any kinks you want… I’m still bad a kinks… well actually… I do have a slight spanking kink… just a small one… it just happened to me one day, don’t even know how it happened… Apple time! 🍏

I do appreciate my apples.

So i didn't go straight NSFW bc im in a very fluffy mood rn so... Get some fluff!

And I know yall have been missing Sage. So I'm here to amend that...with wars bc absence makes the heart grow fonder or something-

Throwing you an orange this time!🍊🍊

Just a heads up BTW! I may not be very active today as I'm on that break I mentioned. I'm vacationing with the family all day today, but I'll still check in every now and again!

This day couldn't have gotten any better in his eyes.

It really couldn't have.

He had woken up, with you in his arms, his beloved Goddess divine, still breathing evenly and looking so at ease. Your facial features were lax and glowing in the limited light in the room, sunrise barely kissing your features and it truly made you look effervescent. Your lips even had a soft upturn to them, as if just his mere presence with yours was enough to keep your subconscious buzzing happily.

Exactly the way he wanted it.

When you had awoken, gently blinking your eyes open you had greeted him with what was certainly a cavity inducing smile. In your hazy daze of consciousness you had bestowed upon him kiss after kiss, lacing his jaw in your badges of love. Fingers lazy and heavy ran through his hair, messing it in all sort of ways before combing it back. And when you let out the symphony of sleepy giggles when he returned the affections? He swore he could've died then and there and it would not have been in vein.

While he had eventually been forced to pull away, those sweet moments kept him sane for the day. It was lackluster without you, dull, but the knowledge that he'd see you later had him gritting his teeth and baring it.

Just simply the thought of you had him melting just a bit.

From your soft skin to the way your body curves, and your serene smile that just lit up your face whenever you saw. You delicate traces along his skin as you laughed, clinging onto him and trusting him enough to catch your weight as you fell back. Just the sound of your voice as you told him about you day, going on about So-and-so or complaining about what whats-his-face did. He would listen like the devoted follower he was, clinging to your every word. Anything you would bestow upon him, be it word, touch or just simply your presence, he would hold it close and cherish it. Commit it to memory.

Anything to preserve his loyalty to you. Undying and unyielding.

And now he would get to see his beloved dearest.

Opening the door to your shared room, he poked his head in, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you. You were sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair and undressing your self from the day's filth. You looked so at ease there, humming lowly before shaking your hair out and turning to look at him.

"So, gonna give me my welcome home kiss or are you just gonna stand there all night?"

He was taken aback for a second before shaking his own head with a low chuckle, slipping into the room before shutting the door behind him. It clicked lowly, the lock falling into place, as he stepped forward, gently cupping your cheek with one hand before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed happily, smiling against his own lips as you stood, making him straighten with you. One of his hands eventually landed on your hips while your own wrapped around his neck. Every part of this felt so right. Righteous in a sense. Like this was a religious experience. You fit perfectly against him.

He knew you were his. Sculpted by the Golden Three for him and him alone.

And oh, how he treasured you.

When you pulled away, chin laying on his collarbone, he swore he could see the stars in your eyes. Constellations that wrote your story, laid it out for him in a collection of shapes and colors. He loved your eyes.

He loved you.

"I've missed you, princess." He hummed, gently swaying side to side for a second as he moved his hands to wrap around your waist. They squeezed you closer to him as he leaned down, following you when your arched backwards just a bit, so he could rub his nose against yours. You laughed, cradling his jaw. "I missed you too, pretty boy. How was work?"

Who cared about work when he had you in his arms? He'd entertain you, of course, but truly, you shouldn't worry yourself with the pathetic little pests under his command.

"You know how the knights are," He hummed noncommittally, pressing a flurry of kisses to your cheeks, temples, nose, anywhere he deemed acceptable (everywhere with that logic).

"Link!" You squealed, trying to pull away from him as he gently directed you towards the bed. One of his hands slipped further down your waist before grabbing a hand full of your ass and giving it a squeeze. You shout turned from glee to scandalized, making him grin further as he gently nipped the apple of your cheek.

With a small sweep of his foot, he took your own feet out from under you falling with you onto the bed. One of his hands come out to catch his weight as he stared down at you. Gloriously gorgeous you.

Goddes, he loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you.

You were never leaving him. Never. He wouldn't let that happen. He'd burn the very kingdom he had sworn to protect to the ground if you so wished.

Anything to keep you, laughing and smiling you, right here with him.

He pressed another kiss to your smiling lips.

He loves you so much.

[goldenempyrean]

“Why didn’t you tell me?”  + “I do not have a cold!”  for Lena working late when sick so reader goes to get her to come home?

Workaholic

〚 Notes - First Supergirl fic, hopefully yall enjoy :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Lena Luthor x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Lena's been pushing herself too hard and ends up sick. You're there to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1550 〛

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Your wife was stubborn at the best of times. Maybe it was because her of her family or even her job but honestly, sometimes it made your life just that much more difficult. Right now for example, you’d told her to take it easy, to stop pushing herself so hard. But did she stop? Oh no she didn’t. 

You saw the signs, her husky voice, eyes looking more tired than usual and her small periodic sniffles were all pointing to one fact. She was getting sick. You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later but still you couldn’t help but be annoyed by your wife’s ability to not look after herself. 

This was the third time this week she’d called ahead to say that she’d be working late. Something about a major project at L-Corp that needed her undivided attention and you couldn't say you were surprised when you got a call from her worried assistant only half an hour into her overtime. 

“Hello?” You answered, already knowing who it was. 

“Hi, it’s Jess from L-Corp. I’m sorry to bother you, but Lena’s here still and I think you need to come convince her to go home. She won’t listen to me.” 

You sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy task. “Alright, hang tight. I’ll come get her,” you said, already grabbing your keys and coat before hurrying out to your car. 

When you arrived at her work, you made your way to Lena’s office and found her sitting at her desk, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. She looked up as you entered, her eyes bloodshot, skin a sickly white and her nose was visibly red. For somebody usually so put together, she looked awful. 

“Hi, honey,” you spoke softly, trying to keep your voice gentle. “Jess called me and said you’re still here. What’s going on? You’re not looking too good.” 

Lena sighed and leaned back in her chair, wincing as she did. “Im sorry I thought I already told you I was working late,” she muttered. “I just can’t leave this work unfinished. It’s too important.” She finished her sentence with a chesty cough that she muffled against her elbow and groaned. 

You handed her a tissue as Lena let out a harsh sneeze, her body shaking with the force of it. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as you watched her struggle to catch her breath. 

“Come on, darling, you need to go home and rest,” you said firmly, trying to ignore the slight tremble in your own voice, “This cold looks like it’s doing a number on you.” 

“I do not have a cold!” 

You raised an eyebrow at her denial, knowing full well that it was a lie. Lena had always been stubborn when it came to admitting that she was sick. But you weren't going to let her push herself any further. 

"Alright, then what is it?" you asked, crossing your arms and standing your ground. 

Lena hesitated, her eyes darting away from yours. You could see the struggle on her face as she tried to fight off another sneeze. 

"It's just allergies," she finally admitted, sniffling again. 

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Allergies, huh? You sound pretty congested for allergies." 

Lena glared at you, but before she could retort, she let out a loud sneeze, her body lurching forward. You rushed over to her, holding out a tissue for her to use. 

"Bless you," you said, rubbing her back as she sniffled again, “You sure you do have even the tinest of colds?” 

“I'm not sick.” She paused to sniffle again as she shot you an annoyed look, “I’m not! Luthors don’t get sickhh - Hh’tshoo!” 

She broke off from her sentence with another sneeze poorly covered by her hand. You hated to think just how many potential colleagues your irresponsible wife could potentially infect. 

“And apparently Luthors don’t use tissues either.” You chided but your teasing tone was unmissable as you pulled a few tissues from the box on her desk and held them out to her. 

Lena glared at you through watery eyes, but eventually relented and took the tissues from your outstretched hand. She blew her nose loudly and then tossed the used tissue into the trash can beside her desk. 

You watched her for a moment, concern etched on your face. Lena was usually so put together; it was strange to see her like this. You knew she hated showing any sort of vulnerability, but you couldn't help but worry. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go home and rest?" you asked, hoping she would take the hint. 

"I can't," Lena replied, her voice scratchy. "I have too much work to do." 

You sighed, knowing that arguing with her would be pointless. Lena was stubborn when it came to her work, and you had learned long ago not to try and change her mind. 

"Fine," you said, finally having enough of the back and forth arguing. You grabbed a chair and pulling it up next to her desk. "But I'm staying here to make sure you don't overwork yourself." 

Lena rolled her eyes but didn't argue. You could tell she appreciated your concern, even if she would never admit it. 

For the next hour, you watched as Lena tried to power through her work, despite her obvious illness. She sneezed and sniffled every few minutes, pausing occasionally to blow her nose or take a sip of water. You couldn't help but feel guilty - you knew that if you maybe had been a little sterner about her resting then she wouldn't be in this predicament. 

You stood up to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee from the break room, hoping it would help you stay alert during your long night of babysitting. When you returned, Lena had finally succumbed to her illness and had fallen asleep at her desk. 

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to wake her, but you knew she needed rest if she was going to get better. You gently placed your hand on her shoulder and shook her awake. 

"Lena, darling, you need to go home and get some rest," you said softly. "You're not going to get any better if you stay here." 

Lena groaned and rubbed her eyes, looking up at you with a defeated expression. "I know," she sighed. "I just have so much to do." 

"I'll take care of everything," you reassured her. "You just need to focus on getting better." 

Lena nodded; her eyes drifting shut again. You stood up and gathered her things, making sure to turn off her computer and lock up her office before escorting her out of the building. 

The ride home was quiet, with your wife sleepily dozing off in the passenger seat. When you arrived at your apartment, you helped her inside and tucked her into bed, making sure she had everything she needed before retreating to the living room to start on the pile of work she had left behind. 

As you worked, you couldn't help but glance at the clock every few minutes, counting down the hours until Lena would wake up. You knew she needed rest, but you also knew she wouldn't be happy if she woke up to find you still working. 

Hours passed and before you knew it, the sun was starting to rise. You had made significant progress on Lena's work and were just about to call it a night when you heard a soft groan coming from the bedroom. 

You quickly made your way to Lena's side, finding her looking up at you with tired eyes. "How are you feeling?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. 

Lena yawned and stretched, looking a bit more refreshed than she had earlier. "Better," she said, her voice still scratchy. "Thanks for taking care of me." 

"Of course," you replied, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Can I ask something though, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

Lena let out a sigh, looking a bit guilty. "I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted. "And I thought I could tough it out and get my work done." 

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "You're never a burden to me, Lena," you said. "And it's okay to take a break when you're not feeling well. I'm just glad I was able to help." 

Lena smiled weakly, reaching out to take your hand. "I know," she said softly. "I just get so caught up in my work sometimes that I forget to take care of myself." 

You squeezed her hand gently. "That's why I'm here," you said. "To remind you to take care of yourself and to help you when you need it. Now, how about I go make you some breakfast, hm?” 

Lena smiled at you, and you could tell she really was grateful for your help. As you made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite the long night, you had been able to take care of your stubborn wife. It was a small victory, but one that you would cherish. 

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Listen, I know I'm just a fanfic writer and Yall are here for content and not real world shit, but I can't ignore what I've seen and heard. Yes, I could look away "for my mental health" or just ignore it and shut it out as many people, especially those my age are doing. But I won't. These people deserve to be seen, heard and witnessed. They deserve the attention. They deserve to be spoken about. If you wish to remain ignorant, that's on you. But this is a teaching moment, and I will be speaking.

In just 30 days Israel has killed more people in Gaza than Russia has in Ukraine during this most recent conflict. I need y'all to understand how vast that is, okay? In 30 days 10,022 are just...gone. At least 4,104 have been children. CHILDREN. Not war criminals, not armed militants, not soldiers. Fucking kids man!

In Gaza there are now 47 entire family trees have been wiped out. Not just a family of 3, entire bloodlines are gone. Entire. Bloodlines. Generations have been eradicated.

All of these weapons that are being used on innocent Palestinians have been provided or bought from the USA. They are being carpet bombed almost constantly. White phosphorus bombs, which is generally used to hide troop movements with its smoke, have been deployed in residential areas. These have caused a multitude of chemical burns to the people of Gaza, both internally and externally. Which, is a documented war crime btw. Hellfire missiles, which are used on high value targets/aircrafts due to their precision, have also been used. These missiles kill not by explosives, but by using blade like shrapnel and kinetic energy. Its ripping people apart like a blender.

The morgues are so full of the dead that Ice cream trucks are being used to store corpses. And corpses isn't even the correct term, because majority of those found are in pieces. Imagine having to have your neighbors help you pick of the severed limbs of a family member because no one is coming to help you. Either because they don't care to or they aren't being allowed into Gaza. So now the community must ban together to use its hands to dig through the rubble in the hopes of finding surviving loved ones or even just a body or some parts to bury.

And because it seems the leaders of the world can blindly turn an eye to the doctors, the everyday citizens and the politicians, so Children now have to win over sympathy to get a ceasefire. And they do that with a press conference, in fucking english because they know people will only listen if its english. In that press conference they tell us how they want to live and play and they legitimately invite us to help. That's how they phrase it, "We invite you to help". Imagine having to beg for the decency of others to shine through so you can make it to tomorrow yet alone adulthood.

They have bombed churches, a refugee camps, schools, homes, apartments, and hospitals. They rejoice and celebrate that schools in Gaza have shut down because the children that attended them are dead. How barbaric can Israel be? And yet they have the gall to call the Palestinian people animals. They condemn them as unfit for life while strutting around with headless babies and cheering

Recently, the power in Shifa hospital has been cut off and it's now been confirmed that all ICU patients (including around 50 premature babies) have all died because of this. To add to that, many sources are saying they have seen the armed IDF forces storm into Shifa hospital, where around 7,000 civilians, 650 patients and 650 medical staff are taking refuge and gunfire has been reported....I can only imagine that a massacre of immense proportions is taking place as I type.

It is time to act. I don't care how. Boycott, march/rally, call your representatives, donate, spread the word. I don't care how you do it, but don't sit idly by and just think "well, it's out of my hands" or "it doesn't concern me". Make your voice heard somehow. Demand a ceasefire now!

Sensitive imagery below (because some of y'all need to actually see to believe)

What did these citizens do to deserve eradication??

I hope you feel the grief and anger as I do. Because we are witnessing a genocide take place. We are witnessing a multitude of war crimes happen with weapons our tax dollars paid for. And if all of this information doesn't phase you, doesn't evoke some kind of emotion within you, then I truly don't want you interacting on my page.

[ysljoon]

Whumptober Day 4-John Price

✲Prompt: "You in there?"

✲Warnings: angst, little bit of military talk, feelings of self-doubt/incapability

✲a/n: yall get pretty much back to back whump drabbles since i posted day 3 super late so i hope you enjoy!

✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

You fled to your room with such urgency as soon as the heli touched down on the landing pad. You couldn’t stand the embarrassment anymore. You had just come back from an op with the rest of Task Force 141. You were a sniper that was most recently brought onto the team so you definitely felt like you needed to prove yourself. Needless to say, you got too gung-ho about your capabilities and missed a shot before the order was even given a direct order to let off the shot. You acted without thinking as soon as you saw the target in your sight, but you gasped as soon as you saw the target look directly into your scope and it made you miss your shot. 

All chaos had broken loose and the entire task force had gotten ambushed and had gotten more injured than what was expected for the mission. Worst of all it took months to even get a lead for the target and lord knows how long it's going to take for anyone to find a lead now especially since the target and his mob were now aware the task force knew about their operations. 

Ghost gave you a new asshole with how hard he tore into your mistake and immediately requested for Price to take you off the team. It was so hard to hold your tears back the entire helicopter ride back. You felt everyone's sorry stares on you and it made you want to just crawl into a hole and bury yourself away from this situation.

Now you’re hiding in your room and solemnly start to pack the very few belongings you do have into a duffel bag. The saddest part about this is it finally felt like you were part of a team that could become family. Soap, Gaz, and Price welcomed you warmly and made you feel like you belonged. Now you had thrown everything out the window due to a missed shot. Who knew everything could turn so fast due to a mistake? You know how much is put on the line due to this line of work, but you never knew it was going to be you that would compromise an operation. Especially to this extent.

As you zipped up the duffel bag you heard a knock on your door. Everything froze at once. You deliberated hiding under your sheets and pretending to not even hear it, but another knock came rattling against the door of your quarters. “Kid, you in there? It’s Price, open up!” You straightened yourself and quickly tried to fix your disheveled state.” Once opening the door you saw the soft smile on Price’s face but it looked somber. This felt like a goodbye before it even started so you felt the need to rip off the bandage from now to ease some of the pain.

“Sir I know what I did compromised the mission and the entire task force. What I have done cannot be taken back and I have packed all my bags and will leave the second you tell me my departure date and time.” You gazed down at your feet as you babbled to Price. He placed a hand on your shoulder and this stopped your spiel. You looked up into his eyes trying to figure out what he was thinking as his facial expression was hard to read. 

“Kid, listen I’m not kicking you off the team. Despite how Ghost acts, I’m the one who calls all the shots here. You will be put on probation for the next three months and will have your skills assessed at the end of each month. We all make mistakes, but I don’t want you to think that you aren’t good enough for this team. I hand-selected you and I only pick the best. Just get some rest and we will reconvene tomorrow.” You nodded dumbly and he wished you a final farewell with a hug. You slid down the door trying to sort out all the emotions you were feeling, but your heart rate had started to pick up and distract you. Why do I feel this way just from a hug from Price?

Oh. Oh!

[marksbear]

"Oh thats just Y/n"

Laszlo and Nadja x male reader

Requested by someone in my Dms can't say who though, but I hope you enjoy reading this!

Warnings!Vampire, jealousy, poly relationship, HEADCAONS and SCENARIOS , FLUFF, sex implied doesn't happen though, Nandor joining in with yall.

🦇They always call you "My mortal" or "cute bat boy" It took you a while to get used to the nicknames.

🦇 Nandor met you when Laszlo was playing the piano way to loud while you and Nadja sing. He forced Guillermo to come with him to investigate. Once they got up there they both got quiet. Nadja was on a human lap singing her heart out as the human hum. They only stop when Guillermo knocks something over and it breaks. "Who is he!?!" Guillermo shouts pointing at the human. "Oh thats just Y/n" Laszlo answers without a care in a world that his wife is sitting on a man's lap. "Hes are new human boyfriend we found!" Nadja shouts happily kissing her new boyfriend cheek.

🦇 Guillermo hates you with a burning passion. At first y'all were friends until Nadja gave out little hints to turn you into a vampire.

🦇 Guillermo will try to convince Laszlo and Nadja that you aren't worthy enough to become a vampire and you are evil during the day.

🦇 Yall three always play and make music together.

🦇 When they are in there in their bat forms they like to land on your shoulder just sitting/ hanging there while you do what you do.

🦇 Them always bragging about having the best boyfriend and best human ever. And Nandor and Colin are sick about hearing about your relationship.

🦇 You always babysit the doll of Nadja. Making sure she feels included in the house/family.

🦇 Them learning how to cook human food and them always showing you and making you try out the food they made.

🦇 Guillermo, Colin getting hella annoyed of the three of you making out, about to have sex on couch or literally have sex in front of everyone. Nandor doesn't mind though actually likes it and sometimes joins in.

🦇 Nandor tries to force Guillermo to hang around you more so he can be more like you.

🦇Them showing off their kills and the way they killed a human to you.

🦇 They turn you into a vampire on their wedding anniversary day. They wanted you to feel included to have y'all's own official day together so Nadja turns you into a vampire in the middle of an anniversary date.

🦇 They both teach you the ropes to become a vampire. Like how to feed, how to fly and things to do and not to do.

🦇 Guillermo wanted to kill you right there and then when Laszlo and Nadja announced you are living with them permanently and your a vampire. Now they call you "Baby bat."

🦇 You are the only man that Nadja stands beside her husband.

🦇 Nandor being the only other vampire and guy to kiss you, see you naked and have sex with. NEVER COLIN AND GUILLERMO.

🦇 You always listen to their stories back when they was human.

THE END

[moralorelconfessions]

I really don't get why people are now treating danielle having sex with prostitutes as a bad thing, it's their job. as for the dog, it's mores a badly aged joke than a character trait because way people having sex with animals" is a negative stereotype.

(same danielle anon here) i feel like some of y'all watched honor and completely misinterpreted danielle's actions out of hatred for his character. he was never redeemed, nor did he have ulterior motives. he was just doing something nice for orel; both characters have some kind of complicated relationship towards clay in which they're forced to ask themselves "why do i even like this person", so it makes sense for orel reaching out to danielle and the latter not having the answers.

me again) it's not like danielle was trying to take the moral high ground, he was just as confused and conflicted as orel. yeah, he did bad things, but the point of the show (which some of yall deliberately ignore) is that people are human beings. that being said, just because danielle was a shitty guy to orel's family in the past, doesn't mean he's not allowed to do good things, too. danielle rejecting clay's love is a big deal for him; his entire trait was how much he obsessed over him.

(part 3?) yeah, danielle didn't really care that clay was a bad father, but keep in mind that he didn't even KNOW what was going on behind the curtains. clay's brief rant about orel in honor doesn't convey much other than "'m disappointed in my son, something i'm p sure most parents have said. when orel complained about the events of nature to danielle, the latter didn't even say anything, he just listened and understood he was hurt.

in conclusion, nobody is saying you have to like danielle. he has a history of using people for his own benefit, but that doesn't mean his character shouldn't be more nuanced than that (cause that's writing), him standing up for orel, the victim of clay's abuse, is a big fucking deal considering how desperately danielle fought to initiate a romantic relationship with him. stop watering it down to something it isn't to justify your hate boner for his character

These were all sent around the same time and the anon said that I could publish them all in one.

[sukunasstomachtongue]

"That Girl is No Good."

Act two is beginning to write itself, until then here are what I like to call intermission pieces.

Series Masterlist

Bruce Wayne x Dove (black OC) [mentioned]

Rating: PG-13 | warnings: none? public opinion and scrutiny, cursing

Taglist[OPEN]: @prettyvintageafternoon @zennydaye @lalaooopsie @leahnicole1219 @ctrllovre

“What the public wants to know is who is this floozy that’s been caught time and time again, dangling off Mr.Wayne’s arm?” Judy’s fiery red tresses shook from the conviction in her voice, comparable to an agitated horse. She eyed the camera lens, attempting to convey the emotion brewing in her chest to her viewers. After months of failed lives and low viewerships on her blog, the woman had finally found her niche. 

Celebrity Gossip.

And who was the biggest celebrity this side of the western hemisphere if not Bruce Wayne? At first, the man gave nothing exciting to report on that could rally public interest. But now, this woman, this Dove Cartwright, had garnered interest the more he was caught with her. And that made Judy a very popular woman. She didn't understand why so few public personalities talked about this hot piece of news.

“Mr. Wayne is not a saint, we’ve all heard of the legendary parties he throws and the somewhat questionable meetings he has with some of Gotham’s infamous. But this woman is different. Poor, fat, black, with a criminal record, a key suspect in an ongoing investigation with a gang that is known for terrorizing innocents. I’m speaking out of a place of worry for Mr. Wayne. 

“I’ll take some callers now. Caller number one you’re on the air.

“Hi, my name is Michelle and I know for a fact that woman is a gold digger! She lives in the same neighborhood my ex does and it's nothing over there but future criminals and loser has-beens.”

Thank you Michelle for your concern and support. Next caller.”

“My name is Rich and I used to get my pants hemmed by her at Spinelli. She’s nothing but a girl looking for a meal ticket. She used to feel me up and press her breast against my legs like a bitch in heat. It's a real shame Mr. Wayne doesn’t know what he’s inviting into his life. That girl is no good.”

“Thank you for sharing that information Rich, I’m sure Mr. Wayne will open his eyes soon. Next Caller.”

“What’s up Gotham, it's Santana in the mix and I just wanna say all of yall is some haters. Yall big mad Mr. Wayne done found himself a baddie and yall jealous and bitter cause yall wish it was you all snuggled up with -”

“I’m so sorry to my audience for letting that thing assault your ears with nonsense. Maybe we should take a small break-” Three sharp knocks on her oak doors shocked her still. No one visits Judy. Her family had all but washed their hands of her years ago and she never connected with any woman she met in the 10+ years she’s been alone. Glancing at the setup, she could see the chat asking her who was at the door. 

“One second. Let’s take a small break.” she addressed both groups at once. Giving a small smile to the camera, Judy did a swift pivot and made her way to the door. She opened it without hesitation. The sight that welcomed her made her insides coil. 

“Judith Snorfeld?” It was a singular man, dressed in a sharp business suit with a manilla envelope gripped securely in his hand. By the second, Judy could feel her blood circulate faster. 

“Yes. Why are you-” Her breath rushed out her mouth as her body recoiled from the thick envelope that found itself forced into her embrace. She scrambled to secure the papers, all the while staring the man down. 

“Mr. Wayne is asking nicely that any and all posts you’ve made about him and Ms. Cartwright be taken down immediately.” Judy gawked at the man. He displayed no emotion or hint of an opinion. 

“You…he can’t be serious. It’s celebrity gossip, what I’m doing is-”

“I am just the messenger ma’am. If you don’t believe me or listen to Mr. Wayne’s kind request, those documents from his lawyers in your hands are more than enough to explain the situation.”

“But-”

“Good evening.” Judy watched, shock still freezing her body to the threshold of her quaint home, as the man in the sharp suit left the way she assumed her come. Slowly, she shifted her eyes to her torso, where the manilla folder had been pressed and secured.

She didn't bat an eye as the oak door closed without her body acting as a doorstopper. Couldn't draw in a single breath down the hall back to her tiny office, back to her waiting audience. She can't think of what to say, her words had been silenced and locked deep inside of her as fear took hold of her.

Judy glanced at the computer screen, chat lines obscuring her reflection. Her lips separate to utter something, a flimsy excuse to cut the show short, but her eyes pick out a colored piece of paper in the mess that was her desk before she could get anything out.

She's sick to her stomach. She wants to vomit. Of all people to blab about, why would she pick Bruce Wayne?

Now she's going to lose her viewers. Her short-lived steady stream of income. And her apartment.

"Fuck you, Dove Cartwright."

[icarusignite]

An Eye for an Eye (part 32)

A/N: dedicated to the lovely @carryonmywaywardho for all the wonderful thoughts you share, i swear they make my day and motivate me so much <3

Hope yall enjoy the chapter, would luv to hear your thoughts <3

Word Count: ~5.3k

All chapters: MASTERLIST

AO3

"Daenys-"

"You know what, just go!"

"Please..."

"I said leave Aemond!"

Aemond's shoulders slumped as her words hit him like a physical blow. He felt the disappointment and sadness welling up inside of him, threatening to spill out. For a moment, he just stood there, helplessly staring at her, unsure of what to say or do. Slowly, he turned away from her, his steps heavy and slow as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, his hand on the door handle, and looked back at her. She had turned her face away from him, her shoulders stiff. When stepped out into the corridor, closing the door softly behind him, he caught sight of the two Dornish princesses and Lady Baratheon standing a few paces away. Aemond avoided their probing eyes and made his way back to his own chambers with a heavy heart.

So engrossed in his thoughts, Aemond did not notice Lord Edgar's presence until he spoke up from beside him.

"Ah, Prince Aemond, just the man I wanted to see," Lord Edgar raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Something troubling you?"

"No, all is well."

"You know, I have to hand it to you. That was an impressive performance in the arena just now. Unseating me in a move so clean was no small feat."

Aemond offered a small smile, "Thank you, Lord Edgar. I applaud you for your good sportsmanship."

"Of course, of course. I am always happy to see skilled knights prove their abilities. You should participate in more tournaments. There is to be another one in a few days time, will you be attending?"

"I shall take my leave by tomorrow I'm afraid. I think I have enjoyed Prince Qoren's hospitality long enough, and now it is time for me to return to my family's side."

Lord Edgar noticed Aemond's sour mood and grinned at him, "Well, if you must go so soon, you must let yourself enjoy today at least. First, you must rid yourself of your armour, you cannot visit the library in that."

Aemond looked down at his chest plate in confusion. He had forgotten it was even there if he was being honest, but now that Lord Edgar had pointed it out, he felt the oppressive heat stifling him.

"And then after we tour the library, I shall show you to the gardens. A walk in the fresh air might help clear your head and lift your spirits."

___________

Back in Daenys's chambers, her friends surrounded her in silence, not quite knowing what to say after the conversation they had listened in on.

"Are you alright?" Aliandra tentatively asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I do not wish to speak of it."

"Right yes of course," Coryanne nodded. "And I apologize for leaving you alone with him. We didn't know that he would come in here and upset you like this."

"It's alright," Daenys replied, trying to force a smile on her face and failing. "I just don't want to speak to him again."

"We were concerned about you though you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just... these days are about you, for you to celebrate your wedding Aliandra. You shouldn't have to spend them worrying about me."

Cassandra watched the exchange silently, a knot in her throat. She wondered if that half-kiss at the banquet had also been just another drunken mistake. Perhaps it wasn't even her that Daenys thought she was with. Or worse, maybe she only kissed her because she was feeling lonely or frustrated and Cassandra just happened to be the one around. She hadn't mentioned it all morning, except they hadn't really had a moment alone but Cassandra didn't want to be the one to bring it up. Because what if she was the one who had made a mistake? What if it had just been a friendly show of affection, a mere brush of Daenys's lips against her cheek if she forced herself to remember clearly?

No, she decided, she would not bring it up. She would not speak of it or think of it. Doing so would mean facing the strange feelings that rose within her afterwards. She had a responsibility to her house, to her sisters, and to her Queen. She didn't have time to unpack the feelings she may or may not have for the unavailable princess.

"Lady Casandra."

"Huh?"

"Lady Cassandraaaah," Coryanne stretched out the end of her name in a sing-song voice. "Where did you go off to?"

"I'm right here?"

"Your mind is definitely not here dear lady. We must do something that will improve all of our moods. A change of scenery might do us all some good and help take our minds off things. What do you say Daenys?" Alaindra nudged the Velaryon princess, her eyes still on Cassandra.

Daenys hesitated, "I have to speak with Prince Qoren regarding an important matter. I shall join you afterward perhaps."

Aliandra's cheerful grin dropped, "I know what you're going to ask him."

"Do you perhaps also know what his answer will be then."

"He will not drag us into a war he believes will be a repeat of the First Dornish War."

Daenys sighed, "I know."

"And I know you will not be satisfied until you've spoken to him yourself, so go. We shall be waiting for you outside when you are done."

___________

Daenys took a deep breath before entering the throne room. She had been dreading this moment, dreading Prince Qoren's answer, ever since she had arrived, but she knew that it was necessary. Dorne's support would be tremendous to her mother's cause. She would be known as the Targaryen Queen who made peace with Dorne and allied them to the Seven Kingdoms, a feat not even Aegon the Conqueror was able to achieve.

Once inside, she curtsied deeply, taking a deep breath to keep her nerves in check.

"Princess Daenys Velaryon," Qoren Martell greeted her in a formal tone, his eyes appraising her carefully. "I have been waiting for you."

"Oh..."

"You are here to ask me the same question your husband did. All of you Targaryens are the same, so go ahead, ask me."

"Your Grace, I come on behalf of my mother, Queen Rhaenyra," Daenys said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We seek your support in her claim to the Iron Throne against the pretender."

Prince Qoren looked down at her, his expression unreadable and Daenys continued, her voice gaining strength.

"My mother is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, as decreed by King Viserys, the first of his name. All the lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore fealty to her when he named her his heir. They promised to honour and defend her rights of succession but now they are turning their backs on her. Having you as her ally would be instrumental to her success."

Qoren Martell's face remained impassive, "And why should I support your mother's claim? Targaryens have a history of invasion and destruction. Dorne does not wish to become your next conquest."

"I understand your concern, Your Grace. But my mother is not like her predecessors. She seeks only to claim what is rightfully hers, not to conquer and subjugate Dorne."

"You say that now, but how am I to be sure that she will not set her sights on my lands once we have helped defeat her half-brother?"

"Queen Rhaenyra is a wise and just ruler who will respect the sovereignty of your kingdom. In fact, Dorne may remain an independent nation if it chooses to. She does not wish to cause any harm or disruption to your people."

Prince Qoren laughed mirthlessly, "You are asking me to send my people to war, Princess. That brings both harm and disruption."

"Forgive my choice of words then my prince," Daenys hurried on desperately. "I only meant that the Queen has no quarrel with Dorne or its people and that she will work tirelessly to ensure our shared prosperity. She is much more qualified to do so than the usurper."

"Oh, you are skilled with your tongue Princess. Tell me, what are you willing to offer in return for my alliance?"

Daenys gulped. She knew that he was going to refuse her. The cold calculating look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. He was only toying with her now, dragging it out and giving her hope, as if there was something in the world that if offered, would persuade him.

"Is there anything in particular that you desire Your Grace? If it is in her power, I am certain that my mother would not hesitate to offer it to you."

"My son is unmarried," Prince Qoren mused. "The eldest daughter of a queen might make a suitable companion for him."

"I-"

"Oh but you are already wed. What a shame."

"Would an allegiance of marriage ensure your support, Your Grace?"

"Would you be willing to enter such a union?"

"I would do anything for my mother," Daenys lifted her chin resolutely. "Anything at all."

"And what of your previous marriage?"

"My marriage to Prince Aemond is nothing but a farce. It can easily be annulled, for a more favourable match...if that is your wish."

"You really are something, Princess," Prince Qoren chuckled. "You did not even hesitate."

"What use is hesitation when there are allies to be won, Your Grace."

"You know I asked your husband the same thing. He did not hesitate either."

Daenys suppressed a scoff, "Why would he hesitate, I told you that our marriage was a farce."

"He did not hesitate to refuse me."

Oh.

Oh.

"He said that he'd be willing to fulfill any other request but he would not marry. I should have been offended, he refused my daughter's hand, but I admit I can understand his feelings. I held similar affections for my late wife, and despite my council's best efforts, I did not remarry. How could I, when no one else would have been able to compare to her," there was a fond look on his face.

His tale reminded Daenys of another familiar one.

"Forgive my curiosity my prince, but your council... they allowed you to remain unwed?"

"I am the Prince of Dorne, child. Who are they to allow me anything? My beloved had already blessed me with an heir. What use would I have for any more of them? And more heirs would only jeopardize Princess Aliandra's claim. I would not want that for her," he eyed Daenys knowingly.

Daenys nodded, "I see."

"I admire your dedication to your mother Princess, just as I admired your husband's fondness for you, but I shall give you the same response that I gave to him. I cannot, for the sake of my people and their freedom, support your cause. Choosing one side will undoubtedly make an enemy of the other and this is not our war."

Daenys's heart sank as she heard the prince's refusal. She had hoped that she could convince him to support her mother's claim, but it seemed that he was not willing to take the risk.

"I understand your hesitation, Your Grace," she tried again, doing her best to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "But please, consider the benefits that an alliance with us could bring to Dorne. Our armies are strong, we have the support of the North and the Vale. With your support, we could easily defeat our enemies and bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms."

Prince Qoren shook his head. "I appreciate your offer, Princess Daenys, but I have peace in Dorne right now, and that is all that is of concern to me."

"I understand, Your Grace. I appreciate the time you took to hear my plea."

"Of course Princess. I do hope that you will stay and enjoy the festivities, my daughter has been very happy to have you here for an event that is so meaningful to her."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Daenys felt a wave of disappointment wash over her as she bowed and exited the throne room. She felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away angrily feeling foolish. She was useless. Even her younger brother Jace was able to win over Winterfell, the Vale, and countless others. She was just a pathetic little girl who had done nothing to aid her mother's cause. She wandered the halls of Old Palace before stumbling into the gardens where she recalled her friends would be. She would like to see them, perhaps they would be able to ease the tumultuous feeling in her stomach. Particularly Cassandra, she always managed to put Daenys at ease. And then Daenys could not pull her thoughts away from her friend. Her dearest friend with hair of the darkest midnight and eyes like the clear summer sky. Most of all, she thought of her shy curious smile and it felt like a reward every time she flashed it in her direction. A reward Daenys thought she might have to die to ever deserve. Cassandra was the calm to her endless storms and by the gods, she had ever so many of them that she would like to keep her by her side forever.

Suddenly, a searing pain tore through Daenys's head, leaving her gasping for air. She scrambled at her waist for the familiar flask and uncorked it with trembling hands to down the thick white liquid inside. The sting in her eye reduced but her gut gave a lurch and she groaned.

Not again.

She clutched her stomach as a wave of nausea hit her and she staggered her way over to a nearby bush, barely making it in time before she violently threw up, body convulsing with each retch. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths feeling weak. She steadied herself against a nearby tree, before sinking to the ground, her head spinning with confusion and fear. She didn't know what was wrong with her and she refused to entertain the gnawing feeling of unease that whispered of her worst fears. This had been going on for quite a few days now, the nausea, the aches and pains, and the dizziness. She was so tired all the time too and everything hurt even more than usual. She took another drink from her flask and smoothed her hair back. Several moments passed like that until she felt well enough to stand up again.

Daenys heard snatches of laughter coming from up ahead and when she emerged from the clearing, she was met with a cheerful sight. The sun shone down on the nobles who sat around on the lush green grass, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed each other's company. Some of them were strumming idyllically at their instruments as their melodic voices drifted through the air. The children were also present, running around chasing each other, their joyful shrieks echoing.

"Daenys!" came a shout.

The second princess of Dorne had set up an easel in a corner by the fountain and was waiving at Daenys merrily. Aliandra was sprawled on the grass next to her, surrounded by a group of her friends as they enjoyed drinks and snacks, enjoying the warmth of the sun and sharing stories of their latest adventures. When Daenys approached them, Aliandra rolled over and grinned at her.

"How did it go, it took you so long."

Aliandra's grin dropped when she saw Daenys's pale complexion and furrowed brows.

"He refused didn't he?"

Daenys nodded.

"I'm sorry, truly I am."

Daenys smiled tightly, "You have nothing to apologize for, it is not your fault. Your father... he had a valid point. It is his duty to protect the people of Dorne first."

"Oh, Daenys."

"Where is Cassandra? I do not see her with you?"

"Our fair Lady Cassandra is currently my muse so I'm afraid you cannot disturb her right now," Coryanne interjected and Daenys turned around.

Cassandra sat at the edge of the fountain, Daenys's crown of orange flowers contrasting brilliantly against her dark hair. For a moment, Daenys was stunned. The way the slanting sunlight danced across her face and highlighted her strong features made her appear ethereal. Coryanne worked with focused intensity, lost in her own world as she worked to capture Cassandra's serene expression with delicate brushstrokes.

"I hope you don't mind," Coryanne nodded her head toward the crown on Cassandra's head. "I thought it fit the aesthetic of the painting."

Daenys's strained smile relaxed into a genuine one, "No, not at all. It looks much better on her anyways."

Cassandra's eyes lit up at her compliment and the edges of her lips pulled up in response.

"Yes! That's it! Keep smiling like that!" Coryanne declared.

"My goodness, you are quite the enthusiastic artist today aren't you dear sister."

Coryanne winked at Cassandra, "That's only because my subject is so divine."

Cassandra's neck flushed a pretty red and Daenys couldn't tear her gaze away from her, eye alternating between the real girl and her impeccable likeness on the canvas.

"Do you paint Princess Daenys?" one of the nobles, Lady Ursula Dayne, sitting beside Aliandra asked.

"Oh no, not at all. I am not very skilled in the arts, I'm afraid."

Aliandra stretched out her hand to snag Daenys's and pulled her down to sit next to her. She handed her friend a pastry and wrapped her arm around her shoulder, leaning her head against her.

"Oh yes, it is one of the things we bonded over, back when I visited the Red Keep. Our shared inability to master the finer arts. You should see my needlework, it is positively horrendous."

"It cannot be as bad as mine," Daenys laughed, feeling her spirits rise just a little until they plummeted again at the thought of the little leather scabbard with badly stitched initials and the Velaryon crest, tucked away in her drawer back home.

Lady Ursula wiggled her eyebrows and Daenys swivelled her head to see what had captured her attention. It was Ser Benedict, walking toward them with a handful of wildflowers in his hand. Lady Ursula gave him a knowing look.

"It seems like my brother has taken a liking to you Princess. He spoke highly of you last night."

Aliandra snorted, "Did he now?"

Lady Ursula elbowed her friend to silence her. Ser Benedict had arrived and was standing above them, twisting his fingers nervously as he waited for Daenys to turn her attention toward him. When she finally did, he leaned down to present her with the bouquet.

"My lady, these are for you."

"Thank you, Ser Benedict."

"I see you've met my sister then?" he suspiciously eyed Lady Ursula who stuck out her tongue at him as she reached out to pinch his leg.

"Yes she has met me, and I was just about to tell her all about your first time riding a horse.'

Daenys raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice, "Oh I would love to hear such a fascinating story."

"Well, when we were children, Father took us to the stables to learn how to ride. Benedict was so excited, but he didn't quite understand how to get on the horse properly," Lady Ursula giggled, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Daenys leaned in, eager to hear the rest of the story.

"So, he grabbed onto the horse's tail and tried to pull himself up, but the horse took off running before he could get on properly! Poor Benedict was left hanging onto the tail for dear life, screaming for help."

"I did not scream," Ser Benedict grumbled sullenly.

"Oh yes, you did. I can still hear it," Lady Ursula lifted her hand to her head in a dramatic imitation of Benedict's voice. "Oh, Ursula help me, this blasted horse has made me his personal enemy."

Daenys smiled at the mental image of a young Ser Benedict hanging onto a horse's tail as it galloped. It reminded her of another brown-haired young boy, one she tried to push out of her memory now. Ser Benedict turned bright red with embarrassment at his sister's teasing.

"Ursula, I can't believe you would share such a humiliating story," he muttered, trying to hide his face. "I was only seven."

The ladies continued to tease and poke fun at the knight in light-hearted banter. Every now and then, Daenys couldn't help but steal glances at Cassandra, whose eyes were twinkling with amusement even as she stayed perfectly still for her portrait, her hands folded demurely in her lap.

"Oh let me tell you one Daenys," Aliandra interrupted.

Ser Benedict rolled his eyes, "By the gods, it's like some days I have two older sisters."

"This one is much funnier. It happened during a banquet. Benedict was wearing his new boots and he was so proud of them that he insisted on showing them off to everyone. But, as he was walking towards his father, he tripped over his own feet and went tumbling forward, right into my father's lap!"

Lady Ursula cackled, "Oh I forgot about that one. Benedict was so embarrassed that he ran off and didn't come out of his chambers for the rest of the day."

"Ser Benedict, clumsy?" Daenys feigned surprise. "Why I cannot imagine being anything other than the poised and graceful dance partner that he was last night."

"Alright, that is enough sharing for one day," Ser Benedict pleaded. "Princess Daenys, would you accompany me on a stroll about the gardens?"

"Go on, Daenys," Coryanne said with a sly smile. "You're distracting Lady Cassandra here anyways. If she keeps looking your way, I shall never finish this portrait in time."

Daenys glanced back at Cassandra, who watched them with a strange expression on her face. Daenys wonders what could be bothering her friend, but she could not figure it out. Eventually, she nodded and took Ser Benedict's outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her up and guide her away. As they walked, he took flowers from the bouquet in her hand and tucked them into the braided coil of hair that encircled her head. She had put it up for the tourney and hadn't been able to let it down after. He eased each flower between her strands until there was a whole crown of them adorning her head.

"You know I looked for you...during the tourney. I wanted to win and be the one to crown you Queen of Love and Beauty."

Daenys raised an eyebrow, "Oh did you now?"

Ser Benedict smiled, "Yes, yes, I know. I should have known that I was no match for Prince Aemond Targaryen. But you proved to be more daring than I imagined. You challenged him to a battle of arms."

"Ha, it doesn't really matter, I didn't win."

"Oh, what is victory in the face of courage, my lady?"

"I suppose you're right Ser."

"Yes, well since I was not able to crown you as the winner of the tourney, I do hope you will accept this offering," Ser Benedict brushed his fingers across the assortment of flowers in her hair.

Daenys smiled at him warmly and nodded. He was a kind and gentle person, someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. She felt comfortable with him, as one would with a friend or a younger brother. In fact, that feeling had only solidified when she had heard the stories from his childhood and watched him blush like a schoolboy.

Back in the circle of ladies, Coryanne scanned the garden as she worked and then laughed out loud.

"Aliandra, how on earth has your husband managed to charm the Targaryen prince into joining his circle," she gestured to the ring of noble lords at the far end of the garden.

"By the gods, has he really?" Aliandra sat up to see better, and sure enough, a serious-faced Aemond Targaryen sat amongst her loquacious husband and his friends.

Lady Ursula followed her gaze, "Oh but look who has his attention. It is just like last night. He can't take his eyes off her."

Aliandra frowned, her voice taking on a protective note, "He has no right. He needs to leave her alone."

"I hope your brother knows how to fight Lady Ursula, the prince looks positively murderous," Coryanne piped up.

Lady Ursula scoffed, "Benedict fight? Against Prince Aemond? Did you see the way he unseated him during the joust this morning? Benedict better hope he never has to fight him."

"Ah yes, he is not one to be trifled with," Aliandra sighed.

"What is their problem anyways? Aren't they married?" another lady chimed in. "Why does he watch her like a man starved then, as if he cannot just have her?"

"Well Lady Lizbeth, if you bothered to pull your nose out of your books for more than a few seconds, you'd know."

Lady Ursula's eyes dimmed, "Oh yes, the rumours are true then are they not? He killed her brother?"

"And he supports his brother who usurped her mother's throne," Coryanne added.

"Oh, the poor princess. Of course, she hates him. She should hate him. She deserves so much better than to be trapped in a marriage to such an awful husband," Lady Ursula sympathized.

Lady Lizbeth whispered conspiratorially, "There are obviously some unresolved feelings that amount to more than just hatred. Did you see them dance yesterday? Even I could feel the tension and I was across the room."

"I do not think that the princess would appreciate being discussed like this," Aliandra stated firmly, effectively ending the conversation. "Let us speak of other things, Ursula, tell me about your latest invention."

Lady Ursula brightened instantly, "Yes, I have been working on a new kind of loom. It allows me to weave intricate patterns and designs much faster than with traditional methods."

Aliandra raised an eyebrow in interest, "Faster, you say? How does it work?"

Lady Ursula explained the intricacies of her invention, speaking of gears and pulleys and complex machinery. The other ladies listened intently, fascinated by the ingenuity of her ideas.

Lady Lizbeth clapped her hands in delight, "Oh, I simply must see this loom in action. Did you bring it here to the palace by any chance?"

Lady Ursula shook her head. "Unfortunately, it is still in the testing phase and it is much too large to be mobile. But I hope to have it ready for production soon and perhaps future prototypes shall be more portable."

The group continued to talk, discussing the potential benefits of Lady Ursula's invention. They spoke of the ways it could revolutionize the textile industry and how her other creations might benefit the labouring working class.

"Would you like to see the painting Lady Cassandra?" Coryanne mumbled, only quiet enough for her to hear.

Cassandra shook her head, "No, I think I shall see it when you're done."

"I certainly hope that you are pleased with it then. Wouldn't want to disappoint my muse, now would I."

"Oh, I do not think you could ever disappoint me."

"Careful my lady. You cannot go around saying things like that and then expect people not to fall for your charms."

"I do not have the charms you speak of Princess Coryanne, but I am flattered."

Coryanne looked up at the darkening sky and swore, "It looks like it is going to rain soon. Perhaps we should head inside."

"Oh being outside in the rain is so much fun!" Aliandra exclaimed.

"You may stay outside if you wish but Lady Cassandra and I are going inside. I've spent too long on this painting to let it get washed away. I will put on the finishing touches inside."

Aliandra waved her sister and her companion away and sure enough, just as they had gone inside, the sky darkened further, turning the clouds an ominous shade of gray, and the leaves on the trees rustled in anticipation. The first few drops of rain were light and scattered, tapping gently on the ground like tiny drumbeats. But soon, they grew larger and more frequent, pattering on the ground with a steady rhythm as the rain intensified, coming down in a heavy, unrelenting downpour. The air was filled with the scent of wet earth and rain, a fresh and invigorating fragrance. The world around grew muted and hushed. The sound of raindrops drowned out all other noises, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere as everyone in the garden either hurried inside or took refuge beneath the trees and watched the soothing scenery in silence.

Ser Benedict and Daenys were still engrossed in conversation when it had started to rain and soon they were drenched completely. They had discussed everything from literature and the arts to geography and politics, and had found that they shared many common interests. Daenys looked up at the pouring sky, and she smiled, holding out her hand to catch the raindrops.

"Come on, Princess," he took her arm. "We need to find some shelter."

Daenys pulled away, laughing and then spinning as the sheets of rain came down on her. Something about it made her feel alive and free, as it washed away the layers of guilt and self-loathing, granting her a moment's reprieve.

"You'll catch your death of cold if we stay out here any longer," Ser Benedict insisted, trying to guide her towards a nearby pavilion but Daenys resisted again.

Neither of them noticed their audience as they talked. The nobles who had remained outside watched them with keen interest, especially intrigued by Daenys's antics. One of her spectators was Aemond himself, his eye fixed on her carefree form. He watched her twirl with her arms spread out wide and he couldn't help but smile at her spirit, at the kind of joy he had not seen in her for the longest time. Tendrils of her hair were plastered to her face and neck and the flowers in her hair dripped rain into her eyes, making her look like a nymph from one of the tales Helaena's septa used to tell. His throat burned with disappointment that the flower crown was not the one he had presented her with earlier that day.

Aemond felt a twinge of jealousy, at the sight of Ser Benedict trailing behind Daenys as he implored her to take shelter, only making her skip away from him, her face tilted up to let the raindrops brush her face. He watched with a clenched jaw as her clothes clung to her skin heavy with water, and when her white tunic turned translucent, she wrapped her arms around herself and allowed Ser Benedict to drape his equally wet but darker-coloured cloak over her. His heart sank as he saw the way his wife looked at another man, with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips, a smile he hadn't seen directed toward him in more than two months.

"Perhaps we should head inside?" Lord Edgar asked, being the only one in their group who had remained outdoors with Aemond.

Unable to tear his eyes away from his wife, he shook his head, "You may go ahead if you wish. I think I shall stay out here and enjoy the view a little more."

"Nonsense, I cannot leave my new friend all by himself. I shall stay here with you, and if we both catch a cold, then we shall know who to blame won't we?" Lord Edgar winked.

Daenys and Ser Benedict had taken shelter in one of the gazebos and as they sat on its steps, shoulder to shoulder, still laughing about something, the yearning in Aemond's heart grew. He wished to go back to simpler times when it was he who danced with Daenys in the rain on the grounds of the Red Keep. She liked to catch raindrops on her tongue and feel the cool grass between her toes when she was little, a habit she had not grown out of he noticed, as she toed off her shoes. He stayed watching her until finally, Ser Benedict coaxed her into going back inside along with her other friends. Aemond couldn't help but feel grateful toward him for that, because as lovely as it was to watch her, he worried that she had already exerted herself enough these past two days.

Lord Edgar gave Aemond a knowing look, "Now I am sure that we are free to leave Prince Aemond. Let us go and I shall call for something warm to drink, after which I would love to hear your thoughts on my collection of maps."

Aemond hummed his approval and followed Lord Edgar inside, heart softening slightly for this friendly stranger who had become something of a friend to him, even in the short time that he had known him.

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Ahhh I’m obsessed with your blog!!! Can I pls request tate crushing on y/n after hearing her sing & play nirvana on the guitar and attempts to flirt/get with her? 🥹🥹🥹 thank u and Ilyyyyy

notes : Oooo i love this idea and glad you enjoy my stuff! also speaking bout nirvana. What are yall's fav song from them if you do listen to them and what song do you think would be tate's fav? I personally love in bloom and about a girl and think tate would love lithium :)  enjoyy and love you all <3

pre-death tate and before all the brainwashing from the house

Shouting and arguments is all that's heard in the house. Tate was sick of it, sick of everything his mother was doing. Ruining his family by killing his dad and beloved beau, and he never liked how his mother tried replacing his dad. Trying to pretend their family is perfect again, well it’s not when there’s a killer in the family. When Tate found out how beau died, he started to go insane. Oh how much hatred he felt for Larry, but when things started to go out of hand in the house. He would always resolve it with alcohol, going to the usual bar near his school. So that’s where Tate went after school today, he couldn’t handle another second in that house with his mother.

Tate plugged in his earphones into his ipod and jammed them into his ears, blasting them with nirvana as he took the path to the bar. As he was walking, Tate looked up at the sky, admiring how the dark clouds were starting to cover the light blue ones. Until someone accidentally bumped into him.

-

“ Shit shit shit “ 

Y/n panicked as one tiny nap became a whole slumber that’s now made her late to her first gig. Well that’s not a good first impression. Y/n needed a bit of money to keep her stable after highschool so she took up the opportunity to audition for a gig with her three people band. This also worked out for her as she growed up wanting to perform rock to the public. Y/n was the lead guitarist and singer while her two other friends were bass and drums.

Y/n packed her electric guitar and changed into something more presentable. In honour that she’s performing nirvana songs tonight, she wore her favourite MTV unplugged album shirt pairing it with a striped long-sleeve shirt underneath and black jeans. She dangled some chain necklaces around her neck and slipped into her boots before running out the house.

The bar she was performing at was 15 minutes away from her house and she still managed to be late. Her performance would start at 6.20 pm and it was already 6.25, so she had to sprint there in order to not keep the people waiting any longer. But of course, with her luck she had to bump into someone along the way, making them drop and break their ipod.

As the ipod hit the ground and broke into pieces, she gasped and cursed to herself. How unlucky could she get now? Y/n had no time to stop and help the stranger, she was gonna lose this opportunity to her dream if she did.

“ Gosh uhm, sorry I wish I could get you a new one but I have to go, sorry again “ she picked up the two pieces and handed it back to the blond boy before running to the bar.

-

A girl about Tate’s age bumped into him and her force made his ipod drop out of my hands. Making it drop to the ground and shattering into two pieces. Tate looked at her panicked expression as she just dumped the broken pieces into his hand before running away. Of course he was mad inside, but he was too tired of feeling angry due to his domestic problems. Besides he had spare ipods in his drawers so it wasn’t a big deal.

Tate opened the glass door and immediately went to the drinking area. He went here so often the bartender already knew what he wanted, so he just sat on the tall stools as he waited. The bar was more crowded than usual for some odd reason because this was not a well-known boozer. That’s why Tate liked this place, not a lot of drunken or chaotic people could disturb his already messed up day.

“ Here’s your regulars “ the bartender served Tate a couple of drinks knowing he downs them fast.

Beers and shots is what Tate drinks on a shitty day. He snatched the vodka shot and threw it down, the hot sensation of the liquor burning his throat as he continuously emptied more glasses. A sudden cheering made him stop his movements, turning around Tate saw a band on a platform with a spotlight on them. ‘ Since when did they start doing gigs? ‘ Tate thought to himself. Curiosity overtook him as he sat on his stool watching the performance happening. As the lead guitarist pulled the strings on her guitar, Tate instantly knew what song it was. It was Lithium, his favourite song by the band nirvana. Who knew he would ever hear a live performance of his most adored song, might not be by his idol Kurt Cobain but he took what he could.

Throughout the song, Tate felt like the voice singing the song was very familiar. Taking a clearer look at who it was singing, he realised it was the girl who bumped into him. To be honest, when Tate first saw her he thought she was very pretty. Now he found out that she also likes his dearest rock band and she also had a beautiful voice rendering songs from them, which made him feel like maybe he found one person who would understand him.

It seems like she really likes this band, her shirt had nirvana on it, her guitar had Kurt’s name engraved on it. She also is only performing covers of their songs for this gig, and to say the least the crowd really enjoyed it. The more Tate saw her perform, the more he felt something flutter in his heart. He really wanted to get to know her, she seems really cool, so he decided to stay until her little concert was over to get her name.

-

“ Alright everyone, that’s it for tonight. Hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful night! “ Y/n spoke into the microphone and slowly went off stage.

Woah was that tiring, Y/n has been singing for a straight hour. She was hungry and very thirsty, so after she went off stage she gulped down a whole bottle of water. Her mates smacked her on the shoulder, congratulating her and she did the same. This was her and her band’s first so called concert and it was really a success. The boss said if there was a big crowd, their pay would increase as they brought the boss more customers. And to say the least, there were way more people then what all four of them expected, the bar was a full house. So they were all excited for their check.

A tap on her shoulder interrupted the conversation, making her turn her head. To her surprise, she saw the blond boy. Her bandmates left them to their privacy, going somewhere else.

“ Hey uhm, remember me? The guy whose ipod you broke? Yea I’m here to get my money back “ Tate said sternly

The blood on Y/n’s face drained as panic took over, making Tate laugh. 

“ I was just joking, I have some spares at home so not a big deal. “

“ God you scared me, and again, I’m really sorry about wha- “ Y/n got interrupted halfway

“ Hey let’s just pass that, really it was no big deal. Anyways I was here to say you were great on that stage and who would have known you shared the same interest as me. “

“ No way you like nirvana too!? “ Y/n excitedly said, she didn’t really have a lot of friends who shared this interest with her for her to rant about it every second.

“ First and only band I love “ Tate said proudly

Y/n was amazed, oh how this similar liking can bring butterflies into her stomach. Maybe she wasn’t unlucky at that moment, maybe luck was on her side for her to meet him.

-

The two kept on talking and talking, until Tate found the courage to ask her out.

“ So uhm, you’re a really cool person and maybe I can take you out for dinner some other time? “ Tate mumbled nervously

“ Ooo, you asking me out? “ Y/n teased as Tate just looked down and blushed.

“ I would love to go out with you, in fact we can go now, I’m starving after this long night. “ 

Tate's eyes lit up and a bright smile formed onto his lips, what a miracle this is. Tate never knew a girl would ever agree with him to go out. He recommended a diner near the bar that runs 24 hours as it was getting late already. Honestly they were the perfect match, they both helped each other in many ways and Tate showed her that maybe the world isn't full of sunshine and rainbows but Y/n showed him that there is still life in this shit world. 

Tate brought reality into her sunshine 

Y/n brought rainbows into his thunderstorms

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gimme your Bray headcanon! ::)

BRAY MY BESTIE

Sexuality Headcanon: very "try anything once," bisexual and while he wouldn't really describe himself as xeno he's dtf with aliens if one offered and they were high enough level of bro

Gender Headcanon: cis man

A ship I have with said character: eh i don't think i really particularly ship him with anybody? like suggest something to me and i'll probably be down but there's nothing that really stands out

A BROTP I have with said character: bray & cathka cause of @korblez, also bray & aria but like in the badass boss and loyal second kinda way i do love my diehard loyalty stuff

A NOTP I have with said character: eh, similar to the ship one about i feel like there aren't many people you couldn't make a decent case for shipping him with if you're a decent enough writer. lbh most ships with him outside of aria's inner circle are gonna be crackships anyway, have fun, just don't be weird

A random headcanon: so a tangentially related hc i nurse is that prior to the batarian embassy closing in [checks notes] Recent Year To Canon there were a decent amount of batarian spectres (if non-big three races aren't allowed to be spectres shepard wouldn't have gotten a shot at all i'll die on this hill yall just fell for the alliance's propaganda about how speshul they are), but when the embassy closed they were forced to choose between their duty and loyalty to the council vs their friends and family back home now trapped in the hegemony with no way out. some of them resigned and went back to khar'shan to save their loved ones from the hegemony's wrath, but some agreed to keep working for the council in secret, deep-cover and under the table where the hegemony won't find out, because the council aren't stupid and know letting them stay openly would risk further conflict and also put aforementioned spectres' loved ones in a shitload of danger from an increasingly paranoid and reactive government.

and sometimes. idk man sometimes i like to nurse the crackpot theory of what if bray was one of those undercover secret batarian spectres hiding from the hegemony. i think it would be fun. not my fault bioware are cowards and didn't want to do anything with all the potential the hegemony had for interesting character stories

General Opinion over said character: [points] dis my frien :) i just think he's neat okay we got NO examples of batarians not being all 2-d token evil species except bray and even he still kinda fits the mold of the same gruff grumpy dude but listen he had potential we could've had a batarian squadmate with a more nuanced take on the species like the one they robbed us of in me2 just hear me out okay

send me a character

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: alright I think this is what y’all have been waiting forrr. It’s time to get to the deeeper shit. As always be mindful of trigger warning. 18+ )

(TW: drugging, kidnapping,sexual shit, non-con mild touching, bondage?, he rly lost it yall)

*Reader POV)

**Edward POV)

Wc: 1172

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 18: just the beginning

*This was amazing, the setup he had made was beautiful. A simple show of affection but it meant the world to you. The candles he had lit around the apartment had also wowed you.

The lighting was so elegant and the wine plus good conversation only added to the already amazing night. This date had been long overdue, and it was such a relief to just be there.

Listening to his own story was quite a lot to take in but you enjoyed how he had shown to trust you.

Edward in a way had been cursed from the start, the orphanage situation though was most shocking. It angered you the way the Wayne family had seemingly abandoned not only him, but all the other children there. You felt guilty for being fooled by their kind facades and empty words of worry.

They didn’t care, but you did.

Moving aside from the subject he had told you about his work as a forensic accountant, and his interest in puzzles, riddles and really anything to that nature. It endeared you how stereotypical he really was, the whole nerd thing looked good though.

After a few more glasses of wine and the finishing of your meals you helped Edward clean up the table and set up for the next part of your date.

The scary movie marathon you’d planned so long ago was finally happening and you couldn’t believe it. Pulling out the futon on the couch, you laid out a blanket and Edward followed up by setting some pillows down and an array of films. You sat down and once more he followed, you curled up into his side, your glass in hand. “You’ve really outdone yourself Ed..” you giggled leaning on him for support as you gazed up at him.

“I really love this.. it’s so sweet of you.” He chuckled and placing his arm around you he leaned in kissing your forehead. “For you, it’s worth it. Besides I wanna treat you nice, especially after the week you’ve had..” he cooed. You nodded and took another sip from your glass, emptying out the last of the liquid. Letting out a sigh you leaned back for a moment, “Need more?” Edward offered, starting to get up with his own empty glass.

You nodded, handing it to him. “Me too, I’ll be right back.” He seemed excited. “Can you grab my phone too? I need to tell them I’m staying the night.” You asked, batting your lashes at him. Edward gulped and then nodded, smiling wide as he walked to the kitchen behind you. Relaxing into the pillows, you leaned back and picked up the various DVDs in front of you. “Hey Eddie!”

You called, “Let’s watch this one first!” You set the DVD down in the spot he’d been sitting. “I can’t see it Hun.” He playfully called, sounding drunk as you. You laughed and then turned to face him as he was walking back in. “Sorry,” you giggled, “But look now, what do you think?” You asked, grabbing your drink from him. Edward grabbed it and nodded, placing it into the Tv and then sitting beside you again.

You smiled and cheered to ‘finally having a date night’ before taking a sip. Edward watched with silence and a smirk as the drink went down your throat. After a few more sips of the drink you began to feel a little sick. You must’ve drank a little too much because you were struggling to even sit up off of him, “Ed..” the words instantly trailed off and panic started to brew in your system.

Edward said nothing, his eyes now focused on the movie. You tried again, your body struggling to move as you pushed off him and struggled to sit up. You winced as your eye had hit the back of the couch slightly. He finally looked over at you and grinned.

A jolt of energy shook your body to move, forcing you to fight your way over the couch, but you were met with the harsh ground, yelping as you hit the floor. “Y/n.” Edward cooed, leaning back to watch you struggle, but he made no movements to get up. “I must’ve put a little too much..” he sighed and turned away from you getting up.

Your vision was starting to blur and time was moving in slow motion, you still fought to stay awake even as your body began to give in. Blinking heavily, you saw his black boots stride up to you, heavy thuds rumbling. “Goodnight princess..” he cooed and with that you whispered not forming any words as you passed out.

**This had gone perfectly. You had walked right into his plans. Even sipping the drink without taking another peak, amazing. He laughed to himself after you’d passed out on the floor, picking up your phone and sending the usual texts. You were gonna be out for a few hours which would give him time to sneak you out while Ron was on lunch.

Edward was so happy with his work he allowed himself to indulge in touching your face again as you slept. But he had another part to do and that included clean up. He was quick to rid any evidence you’d been there that night, even going in and removing the pings of your location. Every precaution had been taken to ensure you fell off the face of the earth.

Within a few hours he had been able to relocate you to his newest place, filled with his chemicals, some rats and a few files he’d kept there.

You were resigned to a small room that was supposed to be a walk-in closet, chained to the wall with a small padded bed underneath you.

He left you water and set up his final touches of a surveillance camera in the corner before leaving. Pleased with the work he had completed today.

[snowflakesnsundry]

Chapter 75: Faithless

Hello lovlies! I am sorry this came so late. I am in the midst of moving so things have been a bit of a mess. I am going to try and get back to my usual Friday schedule, but things may be a bit sporadic until the 2nd or 3rd week of April. I really appreciate your patience <3 Love yall!

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He had not intended to spy.

He had no intention to sneak in behind her, or to listen in on the conversation she and his brother had shared-one he was absolutely sure he had not been meant to hear; but fear was an unyielding master whose venomous whispers Loki still struggled to withstand.

That morning, his mother had been more than gracious when he had found her in the gardens. She had insisted he repay her “wasted” time by attending to her at some of her more tedious meetings- but it was a penance he was more than willing to pay. Despite finally being free of his prison, Loki had found few moments to spend with his mother outside of meals- and given that she was the only member of the royal family he could firmly say was both conscious and sane- he worried she too might be feeling a little more alone. Not that such a feeling was foreign to him- loneliness was something he had felt often; but over the last few months, that had changed. 

Wandering back to his quarters he had felt unusually light. The sidelong glances and whispers- to which he had always been painfully attuned- went unnoticed. He was, in that moment, lost in his thoughts- thoughts that had brought the whisper of a smile to the corners of his eyes. 

She had returned to him.

And she had done it of her own accord. There was no pleading or coaxing- no trickery required; nothing that would leave room for doubt to worm its way into his mind. For the first time, someone had seen the very worst of him- and chosen to remain. He still doubted her sanity for it, but-for now- it was a gift he would not question. 

Loki was mildly disappointed to find her gone when he returned, but as she had all but told him she would be in the library, it hadn’t raised any alarms. When he scoured the library and found her nowhere-he ignored the uncomfortable edge of anxiety that was beginning to form. Perhaps he had simply missed her- perhaps she was already back in his quarters; or might she have gone to hers? 

When he moved through the halls, he did so a bit more purposefully this time. His steps were quicker, and he told himself it was because the distance between her quarters and his was so long. He told himself it was because he did not want to keep her waiting. 

But he knew better. 

There was no response when he rapped the door- no matter how loudly, or how many times, he tried. For a moment he found himself considering things he knew were unreasonable- and yet…

He made sure to look both ways down the hall and ensure he was alone before he closed his eyes. He knew the room on the other side well enough- and projecting himself like this was almost second nature now. As he moved carefully through her quarters, he wondered why he was trying to be quiet. Why was he trying to move through the space unseen? 

Force of habit?

The muscles of his jaw began to tighten as each room came up empty. Loki told himself that was good- it was what he had been hoping for. He told himself that he had done this only to be sure nothing had happened to her in his absence. 

Thor was not himself, and Baldur could never be trusted…

It helped keep the truth buried deep in his mind-though for how much longer, he could not say. His heart rate had slowly begun to build, and he could not slow it no matter how hard he tried to slow it down. 

She changed her mind fairly quickly.

Because she cared for him.

Whims move just as quickly one way as they do another. 

Loki swallowed hard and opened his eyes. She would be in his room. She would be there and everything would be fine. 

When his own quarters came up empty once again, a creeping panic began to settle in. Had she left? Where would she have gone? 

Where did he think? He had given her a map out of the palace, after all. 

She couldn’t have left. He still had the map in his possession. Pacing back and forth across the floor, he insisted to himself that she would return. No new bruises or cuts had appeared on his skin- no pain to indicate someone might have harmed her. The palace was too damnably big, and there was every possibility she might have gotten lost- but there were too many hallways- too many corners in which someone could hide.  He had set up precautions for just that situation- prepared for it so that, if another attack came to the palace, he could quickly find her. Regrettably- he had also ruined any possibility that those preparations might have been of use to him the moment he refused to return her things to her. 

With a turn of his hand, Loki brought them back. The map weighed heavy in his hand- and as he placed it and her notebook down on his bed, he wondered if his only remaining choice would be to wait . 

He despised waiting- it would only allow his mind to turn over further fears-so he resolved to seek her out. How he would do so was yet to be determined, but it would not be the first time he had departed without a plan. 

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Them giving it back: my stomach empty after all the unecessary shit i had to go thorugh that they themselves creatsd!! Like i wasn't even in the conversation before because i accepted that i was framed as a fascist and tried to live my life the best i can before madonna appeared again to fuck me up... your star!!!

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Oh well yall just don learn... the way my life was destroyed and could have commited suicide just like the rest because we have no flag to hide behind .. oh men... god will punish you all its ok

Oh no... i knew this was comming.. exactly like it always happens... god knows better

So everybody got their money from my efforts except me just like god antecipaded... ahahahah yall just never learn

When you have a good mother right? They will always think they know better... thats why they're fucked lol

Anyways wait for camps in america tired of dealing with your nazi nonsense

Oh you is treated goo because you are a football player in italy???ohhh so cute. Just wait for the italian camps anyways

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Just wait until you ork and it doesn't get recognized.... you don get with words you will get and exemplified. Just the mere fact i did all of what i did and it aint considered work when you have creatives being paid for the ideas i had is astonoshing

Oh and btw thanks because i totally got disappointed with so many stars and celebs to the point i don respect them at all anymore...god certainly doesn't aswell... yall behave like animals lol

Yah right... totally framed anf it was one of the massonical jews you have in america always oing that sort of shit to gain control of ou shit

Insta is behaving so normally like it doesn't seem tempered at all

I sure hope yo didn't had the stupid idea of putting that wrestling algorithm for everyone... because people will just notie where the nazi schemes are comming from as nobody watches that fag shit that went donwhill since the woke shit started

https://echoboomer.pt/programas-wwe-deixaram-sport-tv-em-portugal/

We don even air it here... thats how much boring it became

Angola datroyed namibia as expected because duhhh gypsy and portuguese blood where the og footballers cama from

Messi just went to saudi and straight up said to elon...

I gotta admit sometimes i just trash random people to prove a poi t... like let me beef with those niggas of course nothing i say is untrue but i do force it sometimes coz they gotta understand people ain't perfect and part of being alive is to do arguments and then make up or not but let us fight with each other and say wtv tf we want we will deal with the consequences of that WITH THE PERSON WE OFFENDED

For example i came online and they decided to put some random basketball shit... listen i only use chicano bulls because it looks hot and im a g so you know bulls and shit? Yah.. tbh... because i don even follow american leagues just never happened and we have a big futebol culture over

I just cant with this fucking t0kenism... if it wasn't him it would be a G but with more ratings

Have you ever wtached esmeralda or wtv the name is? Yah jews got jelky even of that!!!and took our jobs to be in our place while i live in third world conditions

And have to deal with this from fucking billionaries that should have humanity right? Thats what they sell right?

The level of real ass mental disability this people have that they had to stretch the fucking meaning of a gypsy with a person with disability and the bond that happenedd because we was both targets of jewish nazi germany but still they had to even HAVE TYAT!!! CRAZY

Like it doesn't even make sense because your budddies was the ones genociding us and thats why we created that bond even using the image of a clown (you know typical clown visit at the hospital?) Yah.. well years later they even WENT FOR THAT... like now i have a jew in my place performing and getting along with people with disabilities in my place! Thats how insane this people are!! Diversite it to basically rob me of my only role ahahah

Soms people think they arr fixing me but they got it all wrong... yall the ones that need to be fixed omg